#but first you'll have to let me sew your lips shut.'

[taxinealkaloids]

harrianthe + sewing (variations on a theme)

#tlt #my art #you sew a girl's lips shut she sews you a dress...reciprocity is so important in relationships <3 #ianthe when harrow pulls out her quote unquote enormous needles: haha so do you just carry those around with you 😳 #no but for real imagine being ianthe at the end of gtn and you're on God's shuttle and it's just you and this nun who you don't really know #but who you're maybe into #and then she comes over and apropos of nothing is like 'alright i want you to lobotomize me #but first you'll have to let me sew your lips shut.' #and this is the most consecutive words this girl has ever said to you. #like yeah how DO you deal with that sort of cognitive whiplash? i feel like #ianthe's snap decision to marry her was as valid as any other reaction one might have had. #also i went so hard on drawing ianthe's room in the first one for literally no reason. #me detailing swans to tastefully obscure cyrus's junk in a background portrait i plan to blur beyond recognition anyway: i may be #overdoing this.

[pigeonwhumps]

"That's gonna scar"

MD-264N masterlist

Febuwhump day 5: "that's gonna scar"

Asha sews up Morgan's gunshot wound when it refuses to close.

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CWs: self-dehumanisation, stitches, implied past non-con drugging, mentioned brainwashing, mentioned expectations of death, conditioned whumpee, living weapon

"Are you sure you don't want any stronger painkillers?" asks Asha, concerned. All Morgan's consented to taking are a couple of paracetamols, and while Asha can understand why after seeing the track marks on their arms, she's spoken to Rhian and she's not sure it's going to be enough today. She's not sure it's enough normally, honestly, but Morgan's gunshot wound isn't healing properly after the packing and now it needs stitches. Which means far more intense pain.

"No, thank you, sir. Asha."

Asha exchanges a glance with Rhian. A bit of a setback, but that's to be expected after yesterday. At least they're using her name as well.

"If you're sure. This is going to be painful, so let me know if you change your mind and need me to stop at any point, alright?"

"Yes, Asha."

"Good."

"You can squeeze my hand as much as you like," says Rhian softly, resting her hand in Morgan's. They wrap their fingers gently around it.

"Morgan, can you lift your leg so your ankle's on the pillow here? It's covered in a towel, even if we make a mess it'll be fine. I need your ankle slightly elevated and for me to be able to get to it easily." Morgan swings their leg up on the bed and turns slightly, leaning against Rhian, back to her chest. "That's it. I'm going to start now, you don't have to watch."

"Concentrate on your breathing," says Rhian, as Asha unwraps the bandage around the wound and winces. "Nice and deep and even, copy me."

Morgan does their best as Asha cleans the area around the wound before picking up her needle and thread. This is going to be the painful part. Her patient squeezes their eyes shut at the sight of the needle touching skin.

Asha pushes through the skin with only a little resistance and Morgan whimpers. They bite their lip, clutching Rhian's hand tight, letting out pained cries as Asha pulls the thread through.

Rhian starts humming.

It's a low tune, a soft lullaby that Asha recognises as one of Rhian's self-soothing techniques from when they first joined. It seems to be working wonders on Morgan too, their eyes drifting shut. After a couple of verses they join in hesitantly, the humming replacing their sounds of pain. Their breaths are still hitching, their face is white, but they're a little better.

Asha smiles slightly to herself as she stitches up the wound. They're perfect for each other. Rhian's doing much better with someone to care for, and Morgan's recovery is going better than Asha could ever have predicted.

"Alright, I'm all done with the stitching. This'll probably scar but at least it has a better chance of healing now." Morgan snaps their eyes open and watches intently as Asha wraps a bandage over the top of the stitches. "That should keep it clean and stop you catching the stitches on stuff."

"Thank you, sir. Asha."

"No problem. You were very brave. Would you like a fruit pastille?"

Morgan's eyes light up and they nod. Asha grins. Rhian was right, they really do have a sweet tooth. She holds out the jar. "Here. Take a couple."

"Thank you."

Once Morgan's chewing on a sweet, Asha says carefully, "How are you both? You look exhausted."

Morgan glances back at Rhian, who nods, squeezing their hand. "This weapon malfunctioned last night. It, I, I had a nightmare. And it disturbed Rhian and it is so sorry."

"I told you, it's fine, sweetheart," murmurs Rhian, before turning to Asha. "It was worse than they've had in over a week. We barely slept at all."

"Hey. You'll get better, Morgan. Maybe not all the way, but recovery's never linear. Rhian can tell you that."

Rhian nods. "Definitely."

"If you're okay on your own for a moment, I need to speak to Rhian quickly."

Morgan nods, and Rhian slides out from under them, following Asha across the room. Her voice is hushed.

"What is it?"

"It wasn't just Morgan's nightmare last night, was it? You look too distressed for that."

Rhian sighs and shakes their head, raking their hand through their hair. "I had a nightmare too, but that's normal. Nothing unusual about it. Been having them for years. But Morgan… they said that they didn't understand why we wanted a malfunctioning weapon. They asked why we hadn't decommissioned them yet. I mean, what do I say to that?"

Asha feels queasy. Morgan's barely grown and already they're expecting to die for being emotional and hurt.

"Reassure them we care, for as long as they need. And hopefully they'll understand our intentions eventually."

"Right. Hopefully. And maybe they'll consider themself a person eventually, too. Is that all you wanted to ask about?"

"Yeah. We can go back over now. I have their present with me too."

Rhian grins. "You finished it!"

"Of course I did."

They head back over, Rhian pulling Morgan gently against her under the window as Asha packs away her equipment. She can just hear Rhian whispering soothingly to Morgan, very obviously trying to contain her excitement. Asha pulls a lumpy package wrapped in scrap paper and string out of her bag, and hands it to Morgan. They frown down at it.

"It's a present for you. I meant to finish it a while ago but I got ill and then I was busy, but here you are."

Morgan blinks. "For me?"

"Yeah. Nothing bad, I promise. Go ahead and open it."

Morgan examines it for a full minute, Rhian almost bouncing behind them, before pulling at one end of the string, undoing the bow. The paper falls with the string, revealing a toy owl made out of scraps of fabric. It's not amazing, the wings are uneven and so are the button eyes, and the fabric's a bit of a mish-mash of anything she and Rhian could find regardless of the colour or texture, but Morgan picks it up delicately, like it's a treasure. They look a little bewildered.

"Morgan? What's wrong?"

They swallow, looking up at her. "What's the purpose of this gift? If it should be obvious this weapon apologises, but it does not understand."

"It's just a present, sweetheart," says Rhian. "It doesn't have a purpose. Though I guess if you need one, we can say it's to help you recover. You can cuddle it and it'll hopefully make you feel better. And the different textures are a great sensory thing. I have a similar one, you've seen it."

"It is only a weapon, it is not worthy of such a present. But it is very grateful."

Asha smiles, noticing that Morgan's already clutching the owl close to their chest. "Do you want to name it?"

"Archimedes," they say after a pause. "If that's acceptable."

"Archimedes," repeats Rhian thoughtfully. "Good name."

As Morgan sinks further into Rhian, eyes full of badly-hidden relief, Asha wonders if they ever watched The Sword in the Stone before they were brainwashed by the government. Maybe it was their favourite film. Maybe it was a sibling's favourite. Did they watch it over and over again? Did they learn the songs, did they annoy their family with them? Did they get annoyed by them?

Asha doesn't know. None of them do.

Until now, it hadn't occurred to her just how much they don't know about the newest member of their family. They don't know how old Morgan was when they were taken, where they lived, who they loved and were loved by in return (because surely, surely someone cared). They don't even know what their name was. Blue's working on hacking the retrieved memory card that may well have helped Morgan escape, but until then…

Just who do they have in their care?

#whump #whump writing #self dehumanisation #stitches #medical whump #non con drugging #← past #← implied #living weapon whump #living weapon #whumpee and caretaker #multiple caretakers #conditioned whumpee #conditioning #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday5 #md 264n #morgan the weapon #rhian the fighter #asha the medic

[tiredshaman]

pov: Eyeless Jack is the best doctor in the world

- Ay, that's fu... - Yasuda bit his lip to keep from swearing.

- What a rich vocabulary you have, however. - Jack grinned hoarsely, threading the needle through the skin. - Others give me whole obscene monologues, but you still hold on.

- When will the painkillers already take effect? - Yasuda exhaled, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a trembling hand.

- When, will work then will work. Be grateful that I gave it to you at all. - Jack checked the first few stitches and muttered thoughtfully to himself. - My reserves are not infinite. Considering that you get injured at an enviable frequency, it's surprising that I have anything left of the medicines.

Yasuda leaned his head back on the iron table and shuddered violently, the surface was cold, as well as all the basement rooms. Jack growled something, and asked irritably:

- What's in my words "don't move, otherwise I'll fucking pierce you in the wrong place", don't you understand?

- Yes, everything is clear to me. - Yasuda winced once again, feeling the needle move in his wound. - Simple... It's cold in here.

- But corpses don't rot so fast. - Jack chuckled and ordered, - Now shut up. Don't stop me from working.

Yasuda squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly. However, it was not necessary to close your eyes, considering that the room was almost dark. There was only a thin strip of light under one of the doors. In fact, why would a blind person need light? He's doing just fine without him. How well the wound is being sewn up for him, it even seems, with some professional negligence.

The pain was dulling, Yasuda almost did not feel the needle in his skin anymore. Breathing has leveled off.

- Let go of the table.

- What? - Yasuda asked, suddenly realizing that his throat was dry.

- Let go of the table, I'm telling you. I need you to turn around. - Jack repeated with tired irritation.

Yasuda unclenched his numb fingers with difficulty.

He didn't even notice that he was holding onto the table all this time.

Jack continued to stitch up his wound.

It was getting sleepy, but Yasuda tried not to move once again, so as not to annoy Jack even more. And then you never know. Toby told that he was once tied to the operating table. He was not himself, and tried to resist too actively. Then walked for several days with terrible bruises from the ropes.

Footsteps echoed hollowly down the corridor. The voices got closer and became more distinct. It seems, Masky and Hoodies. And the first one was clearly very unhappy. It looks like Hoodie was delaying his visit to Jack again until the last moment. Speaking of which.

- Why is Hoodie so afraid of you? Did you really take a bite out of him after all?

- I'm going to take a bite out of you if you don't shut up.

- And when will I be able to remove the stitches? - Yasuda couldn't bring himself to be silent for some reason. Maybe a side effect of the painkiller?

- I haven't sewed you up yet, and you're already asking about the removal of stitches. - If Jack could, he would probably roll his eyes right now.

- Well...

- When I tell you, then you'll take it off. Now shut up. - Jack shook his head irritably. - You're just like Toby, that jerk talks all the time too. Next time, I'll inject you with a double dose of painkillers, you'll fall asleep and at least you won't bother me.

- The main thing is that I would not fall asleep forever. Yasuda muttered, looking at the opening doors.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: your room is next to eyeless jack's (background noises)"

This author makes really great playlists!

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #creepypasta eyeless jack #creepypasta ej #creepypasta story #creepypasta scenarios

[imkylotrash]

I’m not sure if you have anything that’s already like this, probably do but could I please have an imagine where Riven and the reader are besties because the reader can bring out the good in Riven and he’s all protective of her, especially when it comes to the Winx group because he knows that she’s usually not a rule breaker (going behind the barrier) But the Winx group gets her in trouble she gets injured and he gets all worried. Then feelings get confessed? Fluff and angst? please

I forgot the reader was supposed to get an injury, but I hope you like it nonetheless. 🥰

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It's a stupid decision. You know that you shouldn't cross the barrier, especially not at night time. It just sounds fun. And you really need some fun.

"I never thought you'd agree to come," Stella says under her breath as you hurry through the empty hallways. You don't want to alert any of the teachers about where you're going even though a tiny alarm bell is going off in your head to let you know that what you're doing right now is definitely not okay.

"Riven is going to kill me," you whisper to yourself before following the rest of the Winx group outside. If Riven knew, you were crossing the barrier, he'd be so pissed at you, but it's not enough to stop you. It's supposed to be the start of a tradition that on the last night of school you sneak out, and you want to be a part of it because all your life you've followed the rules and coloured within the lines - but not tonight. This is the only night where you'll allow yourself to act like a normal teenager who does reckless things.

"What was that?" you whisper hearing loud noises and water splashing up ahead.

"We may have invited the boys." Just about every curse goes through your mind as you arrive and see Riven standing to the side looking extremely angry.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks. Nice to see you too, Riven. You try to laugh it off but he's really upset.

"We were just having some fun," you say weakly, which seems to anger him even more. You know he's always been protective of you but this is the next level.

"This isn't fun. Y/N, there are Burned Ones running around the forest. What the hell were you thinking?" You're painfully aware that the others are watching the scene play out, and you feel utter humiliated - you're not a child.

"Riven, stop." Of course, he's right. You were stupid for putting yourself in danger like this, but you're not about to admit that to him when he's acting like a huge asshole.

"This party is over. We're leaving." He grabs your arm and drags you with him, and while you hate it, you allow it. You need to get away from prying eyes before you get upset with Riven. He's your best friend, but he can't behave like this.

"Can we just stop for a second?" you ask but he doesn't even slow down. It's not until you're safe on the other side of the barrier that he lets go of you.

"What the hell was that? You humiliated me!" you exclaim rubbing your arm where he held on tight enough to leave a red mark.

"What the hell was I thinking?! I was thinking that the girl I fucking love was putting her life in danger!" He doesn't realise what he's just said but you feel your lips sew shut. The universe is playing a joke on you because there's no chance he just said what he said.

"Shit, fuck! I didn't- I don- I love you. There, I said it. I have since the first time I laid eyes on you. How could I not? You have the kindest heart I've ever experienced." Tears well up in your eyes but you still don't say anything. You want to soak up this moment, take a mental picture of him standing in front of you cursing and yelling. You want to remember everything about this because you'll be telling your kids about it someday.

"Could you say something?" he pleads.

"I love you, too. I thought you knew." When he kisses you, you're pretty sure you must've died and gone to heaven, because there's no way kissing someone could feel this good.

"I don't want you breaking any more rules," he whispers against your lips before kissing you again.

"I have a few rules in mind that I wouldn't mind breaking."

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Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @artsyle @baueoud @glowingatdawn @bshelley322 @criesinlies @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

#winx riven #winx imagine #winx blurb #fate the winx saga #fate the winx club #winx club #fate netflix #winx netflix #riven x reader #riven blurb #riven gif #riven imagine

[shewastheheart]

Prompt: can you write an au where Carlisle stays with Esme the first time he meets her when she's like 16?

A/N: Obviously very AU. For the sake of this story, let's pretend Esme's broken leg is a bit more serious.

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Columbus, Ohio; 1911

"Dr. Cullen, wait," she calls, hopping along after him through the hospital’s back entrance. 

Carlisle turns on his heel as the door slams shut behind her, the smallest hint of frustration simmering in his gut. Never has he met a more stubborn human being. In his near 300 years of living, this woman, this girl, gets to him like no other.

"Miss Platt-"

"Don't do that," she huffs, slowing in her haste to reach him now and taking a deep breath. The pang of guilt replaces his irritation; he sometimes forgets himself with her, allows some of his superior abilities to shine through. He should have slowed for her, especially in this condition. "Don't revert back to surnames."

"I'm not reverting," he argues softy. "I'm your doctor and it's how I am to address you."

"When we're in the hospital, during hospital hours," she nods, finally stopping to stand before him. Her gaze roams the alleyway. "Which we are not, Carlisle."

He hates the way she says his name, the way it elicits some strange yearning inside of him.

"You've been avoiding me." She gets straight to the point, it's one of the things he enjoys about her. "Betty told me you were leaving."

Carlisle sighs, curses the haughty young nurse.

"Chicago," he confirms, lowering his gaze to the white knuckles gripping her crutches.

He can hear the acceleration of her heart, the thick swallow of her throat.

"When?" she murmurs, all of the teasing, all of the playfulness usually inhabiting her tone, gone.

"Tomorrow," he replies, feeling as though he is delivering a harsh blow.

And not just to her.

"Why?" she demands and when he looks up, her jaw is squared, her eyes hardened and shimmering.

She already knows.

"Esme, you're healing. You're healing fantastically and you'll be walking in no time," he reasons. "You don't need me anymore."

She scoffs, bears her teeth down into her bottom lip.

He hates himself for this, hates himself for getting close to a human, to her. He's been damned for centuries now, but the moment he met her? His fate was sealed.

Esme Anne Platt was near death when she was brought in, all broken bones, internal bleeding, and a fractured skull. But that was not the first thing he noticed about her.

No, the initial thing that grabbed his attention was the scent of her blood, the way his throat caught with desire for it, his control wavering. For hundreds of years, he has been tempted, but he has rarely ever faltered, especially not in his time as a doctor.

But the scent of her had assaulted him, a rage of fire scraping down his throat, the pinprick sensation of venom filling his mouth. He was disgusted with himself, but one of Aro's tales from his past flickered through his mind.

La Tua Cantante.

A singer.

"If ever you are to stumble across your own, Carlisle, promise me you shall savor every drop."

He discarded Aro's words from his mind as if they were a curse. He always believed singers to be a myth, but even if that were the explanation behind his animalistic draw to the girl, he would not let it affect him, define him. He would rise above it and he would save her life.

And he did.

He set her bones, sewed up her skin, and made it a personal mission to ensure that ther path to survival, to healing, went as smoothly as possible.

Carlisle only intended to look after her until she woke. Her return to consciousness would be a sure sign of recovery and he could then leave her care to one of the nurses. But ever since Esme Platt opened her eyes to him checking her vitals one morning, he has a hard time looking away.

"Hi," she rasped, golden brown eyes assessing him through what must have been a haze of pain medication. "I fell out of a tree."

A quiet laugh escaped him then. "Yes, indeed you did."

He explained her injuries to her as she gained coherency, answered all of her questions, and listened to her halfheartedly defend her reasoning for being situated high above the ground in a tree.

"I'm climb trees all the time, Dr. Cullen," she murmured, blinking slowly and struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "It wasn't my fault my mother decided to yell at me while I was up there."

"Up nearly 40 feet, might I add," he pointed out.

"The higher you go, the more beautiful the world becomes," she mused, shooting a lazy grin his way. "But thank you, for saving my life."

Carlisle merely shook his head. "You did all the hard work. Quite the fighter you are, Miss Platt."

"Esme," she corrected, her eyes slipping closed.

He rose then, intending to leave her, but she must have heard the rustle of sheets, sensed the silent movement of his body.

"Dr. Cullen," she mumbled, her eyes still shut, head lolling to the side. "Stay."

He paused.

No one had ever said that word to him.

Stay.

So he did.

The problem is that he continued to stay, always visiting her first thing in the mornings and saving her room for last before his departure - if he even left at all.

"How have you accomplished so much at only twenty-three?" she asked him once, her eyes alight with gold. They always managed to brighten from a gentle copper to a simmering hazel whenever he saw her.

"My father was very... encouraging," he managed to lie, wishing deep down that he could simply tell her the truth, share his story with someone. With the only person he’s ever wished could know him inside and out. "He sort of pushed me into this life."

Esme frowned at him. "Our parents do not sound terribly different."

"Your parents seem... well-intentioned."

She rolled her eyes at him, relished in the conspiratorial smile they shared. They had silently agreed that her parents were hardly favorable people.

"I'm their only child and I'm disappointing them fiercely," she chuckled. "Why do you think my mother was screaming at me for climbing a tree in a dress?"

"You just turned seventeen two days ago," Carlisle grinned at her. "I think you're doing an exceptional job at being a seventeen year old. Well, up until you fell from the tree last month, that probably set you back a bit."

“Actually, I’m kind of glad I nearly died,” she revealed to him, lifting a placating hand as the horror must have spread across his face. “Dr. Cullen, I... I just mean that meeting you has probably been the nicest thing to happen to me.” Her cheeks flushed a lovely red color, the spill of crimson cascading down to her neck. “I realize that I’m your patient, that you are required to be kind to me, but you’ve treated me in a way no one else has. So... thank you.”

He had trained himself by then to be around her without the temptation flaring too great, but even as he ignored the inviting rush of her blood in his ears, something else filled his senses. Affection flooded his chest, adoration for the young woman sitting in a hospital bed mere inches from him. 

For a newly turned seventeen year old, he quickly reminded himself. For a child. Whom he adored in a... paternal kind of way. Sure. 

Because that was all it could be. Even if he was only twenty-three, that was still six human years. Highly inappropriate. 

“Technically, I don’t have to be nice to you,” he murmured, just to see that smile light up her face. “But in all honesty, I understand what you mean, and it’s mutual.”

She had been his patient for a month and three days. He was in charge of her physical therapy, always the one to hold tightly to her hands as she regained the ability to walk, catching her each time she stumbled through the learning process of adjusting to crutches. 

She is beyond the need for a doctor’s care now and he knows it. Her wounds have healed, the shattered tibia of her leg will set beautifully and another doctor can remove the cast for her in a couple of months. Esme would be able to return to her normal life, something he cannot exist in. 

No matter how much he wishes he could.

“Carlisle,” she calls again, dragging him from his reverie. She’s staring up at him with a furrowed crease between her brows and the frown lines etched deep into her mouth. He has to stop himself from reaching forward, smoothing all of the upset away. “Don’t go.”

“It’s for the best,” he tells her with his most reassuring smile, but his chest feels tight, his words thick. “You must be at least somewhat relieved to be going home-”

“Relieved?” she repeats incredulously. “After all I have shared with you, you believe I am relieved to return to the stifling monotony of my life? Did I mention that my father has been shopping for suitors? That there is already a family friend in mind for me to marry in just a few short years?”

Carlisle doesn’t realize he has begun to clench one of his hands into a fist. 

“And you think I have a desire to go back?”

“It doesn’t matter what you have a desire for,” Carlisle mutters, scraping a hand through his hair, disheveling it. “I can’t just - take you away from it, Esme. You’re seventeen and I’m your doctor-”

“You’re my best friend,” she corrects, but it is soft spoken, shy. “My life isn’t bad, Carlisle, and I know I shouldn’t complain. But to... to go back to such a lonely existence...” She cuts her eyes away from him, lips pursed as she stares into the ground. “The life laid out for me is not the one I want.”

He swallows hard, swallows down every single word he truly wants to say.

“It won’t be that way forever,” he reasons quietly. “Maybe... maybe the man your parents have in mind, maybe he will be the man of your dreams.”

Her eyes are glistening and his stomach is churning despite its lack of contents. 

“That’s impossible,” she whispers, glaring up at him despite the tears. “Am I... am I foolish to think that we - that there was a chance-”

Her voice is cracking, her heart pounding so hard it’s thundering in his ears, and he begins to shake his head to shut it all out.

“Esme, stop,” he begs so softly he fears he spoke too low for her ears to catch. But the tears are tripping down to her chin now and he knows she has. 

“Well, I feel like an idiot,” she exhales on a watery chuckle, swaying precariously as she releases one of her crutches to wipe at her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Cullen.”

She staggers slightly and he’s reaching to steady her in a heartbeat, far too quickly. 

Esme holds his gaze as he cups her shoulders in his palms. He hasn’t even begun to assess the severity of the issue that she must have her suspicions about him, the slip ups he has allowed to happen around her. 

“You are far from an idiot,” he murmurs, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nor foolish. Regardless, it does not change the fact of my age and my position. I won’t take advantage of your place in my life.”

 “Then don’t, just - just stay,” she breathes, staring up at him with glistening eyes. “Stay here in Ohio for just a while longer. Stay with me.”

Her words are barely above a whisper. His hand is still poised at her ear, the other resting gently upon her shoulder. She could never comprehend the risk he poses to her, the threat. 

If she were to find out what he truly was, she would hardly be standing before him, begging him to stay. 

“There are so many reasons I need to go,” he sighs mournfully, moving to withdraw his hand, but she catches it against her cheek. 

“No reasons to stick around, Doctor?” she inquires, attempting to tease him, but the effort is lost to the sorrow in her eyes. “No patients left to care for?”

The smile across his lips is tentative, small and reserved only for her. 

“Just one. Thinks she needs me, but she doesn’t.” His thumb skims the bone of her cheek before he reclaims his hand, lowers it to his side. “She actually has no idea what she’s asking for.”

“Then prove her wrong,” Esme challenges, lifting her chin in that show of defiance he tends to look forward to. “Stay for a year. Just a year.”

He does the calculations in his head despite himself. He’s been in Ohio for two years already, one is likely all he would have left to pass as his false age anyway. Could it really hurt?

He could just stay in the area, not necessarily with her. He’ll watch her grow up a little, fall for whatever handsome young suitor her father has picked out for her, and then he could go. 

No harm done to anyone except himself. 

Besides, there is a constant thrum of protection that has made a home in his veins when it comes to Esme Platt, making itself known the moment he met her. At least if he sticks around, he can ensure no further harm befalls her. At the very least, he could catch her if she falls from any more trees. 

“Okay,” he agrees, watching the sunlight sprint across her face. “But only the year.”

She nods, but a coy smile is playing across her face. As though she knew this was the outcome all along. 

He knows then and there that this will be the best and worst year of his eternal life.

“You’re looking awfully sure of yourself,” Carlisle chuckles, but Esme’s smile doesn’t waver, the light in her eyes only growing brighter. 

“Not necessarily,” she shrugs, hobbling along ahead of him towards the alleyway’s exit. “There’s something I’m sure of, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if I’m right.”

Esme glances back to him over her shoulder. 

“Want to go on a walk with me?”

“Of course,” he smiles, catching up with her all too easily.

Carlisle finds himself hoping that she’s right, too. 

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Columbus, Ohio; 1912 (1 year later)

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Esme grins to herself as she feels the gentle rustle of the branch beneath her, the swing of her legs faltering slightly.

“I do wish you would inform me when you’re coming up here,” Carlisle scolds, but his tone is playful and she looks up to see him coming towards her with such ease. 

When he revealed his great secret to her just a few months ago, he was so certain she would be repulsed by his mere existence. She always knew he was different, that he was so much more than ordinary. It certainly took her a while to come to terms with the existence of vampires, the myths and legends she had always discarded as fairy tales suddenly all too real.

Never once, though, has she been afraid of Carlisle Cullen. Only in awe of him.

As well as in love with him, but he wasn’t allowed to know that yet.

“I won’t fall,” she singsongs back at him, but she can feel those all too assessing eyes on her healed leg.

It’s been over a year now since he promised he would remain in Ohio. She knows she’s been living on borrowed time with him, waiting for the day he would finally announce his departure. 

She has her arguments well-prepared. 

“I received a job offer from Indianapolis this morning,” Carlisle relays to her, leaning back against the trunk of the tree with utter ease.

Esme blows out a breath, not bothering to hide her sigh of disappointment. She has known from the start that the ending for them was visible from the start, but she is so far from ready to concede, to let him go. 

“People are beginning to talk, you know that,” he murmurs. “Many are beginning to notice that I look ten years younger than I am supposed to. I’ve... I’ve tried to prolong this as much as I can.”

She can hear the unspoken for you at the end of the sentence and it causes her heart to twist. 

“I know,” she mumbles, digging her nails into the tree bark. “I’ve known this day would come soon.”

“I can tell your father is eager to be rid of me as well, I think he favors Charles Evenson quite a bit,” Carlisle chuckles ruefully, but the comment has her skin crawling, her blood pumping. 

“Well, I don’t,” she huffs, pushing up from her seated position to stand. Carlisle is by her side in an instant, touching gentle fingers at her elbow, ready to catch her if she lost her footing for even a second. “Charles is nothing compared to you.”

“Esme,” he sighs, lifting his hand to cup the rounded bone of her shoulder in his palm. “He’s... he would be better for you. For the normal and fulfilling life you deserve to have.”

“Carlisle,” she echoes, shifting to face him. The sun is able to peek out at them from behind the clouds at this height and it sets a strip of skin across his cheek glistening. “No one will ever compare to you. Not for me.”

It’s as close to a confession as she can manage. Her feelings for him have never necessarily been a grand secret, but Carlisle has been so adamant and obvious about avoiding his own for the past year, it feels wrong to flaunt hers. 

Esme purses her lips and steals the hand from her shoulder, letting the chill of his flesh seep into hers. 

“You are at the very least my closest friend?” she inquires, staring up into his eyes, amber and warm from a recent hunt. 

“Of course,” he answers reluctantly, the kindness and trepidation mingling together in the simple words. 

“Then take me with you,” she bargains, squeezing his fingers when his lips part with protest. “Carlisle, I swear I will refrain from stealing your virtue, but you cannot continue to preach about wanting the best for me when you know that isn’t here. Not on a farm in Ohio with Charles Evenson.”

“First of all, my virtue is not the one I worry for,” he replies with a gentle glare. “Secondly, Esme, you know I can’t just-”

“Lie.”

“Excuse me?” he questions with a furrowed brow. 

“Tell my father we’re getting married,” she reasons, but Carlisle nearly chokes on the unnecessary oxygen in his lungs. “Both of my parents are aware that every time I sneak off of the farm, it’s to see you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, but-” Carlisle withdraws his hand from hers and scrubs both palms down his face. “It’s improper.”

“Carlisle, their greatest concern is that I’ll end up a crazy old maid. You’d be solving at least one part of that problem for them,” she smirks, watching him glance up at her. “Your whole purpose in life is to better humanity? Well, here’s your chance.”

“Don’t play that card with me,” he mutters, narrowing his gaze on her in a way that makes her stupid heart accelerate. “Don’t use my values as a tool.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighs, the guilt trickling in, but she just... she can’t lose him, can’t lose the opportunity to have a life of her own either. “I’m only asking you do me the greatest favor of allowing me to accompany you. As your friend.”

Carlisle stares at her for a long moment before reaching forward to brush a stray curl of hair from eyes, tucking the lock behind her ear. She hates with every fibre of her being that he is able to hear the trip and stumble of her heart. 

“Can you give me the night to consider it?” he asks and she nods.

“Promise me, though,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to his shoes. “Promise me you won’t leave without telling me.”

His perfectly polished shoes inch closer to her on the slim arm of the branch and his hands land on her shoulders, gripping her softly but with reassurance. 

“I would never,” he promises, the curve of his lips a welcome sight when she lifts her eyes. “Now, would you like to get down?”

The grin spreads across her own lips immediate and uninhibited. 

“Yes,” she chuckles, her laughter growing as she’s maneuvered onto his back in an instant. 

And then they are flying through the air, her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. Esme digs her chin into his shoulder, watching the world fall behind them, letting herself believe that her life with Carlisle is as infinite as it feels in that moment.

#twilight fanfiction #twilight au #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #esme x carlisle #carlesme #my writing #this was an interesting one to navigate

[kimhargreeves]

Making Art Part 2-Artie x Reader (Cruella)

Summary:Today's the big night where you'll perform for one of Cruella's act alongside Artie. How will your night go and will your relationship with him finally change?

I just went to see Cruella for the second time, so here's part two to Making Art! I'm considering writing another one but umm...for a mature audience since that song he sang gave me ideas when I first heard it, since the song isn't innocent. Let me know about it! I'll be writing more on the movie and also the character who played the Baroness assistant. Please don't forget to reblog and like!

"Don't tell me you actually made Horace and Jasper skin them." I begin to follow Estella around the apartment and begging her to tell me the truth, she ignores me and begin to grab a few sewing tools.

"I had to use gloves because I didn't want to touch them." I whisper and she finally stops and looks back at me.

She smirks and shrugs her shoulders, "So what of I told them to. Do you have the coat ready, or not?" We both have some sort of staring contest until Artie came and grabbed my shoulders.

"Let's not upset mommy now."

Artie is right, making Estella angrier than she is won't help us at all. I angrily walked away from them and went to my closet and handed Estella her black and white coat which was covered in a sheet so it wouldn't get dirty.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." Estella said with sarcasm and left to her side of the apartment and hid so she'd be on her own without anyone bothering her.

I followed Artie downstairs so we'd also have some alone time. He was resting so I sat down next to him. "We used to do everything together you know before she decided to do all this." I whisper.

"At least I have you now." Artie looked back at me and smiled back.

"Well!" I stood up quick and grabbed my tools ready to take his measurements. "Come on, I want to make your outfit."

"You'll make it as fabulous as Cruella up there?"

"Even better."

"I trust you then."

"And I'll do your makeup too." Artie hums and keeps that smirk on his lips. "Can't wait."

I made Artie stand up and slowly I began to take his measurements and write them down on my notebook and showed him what colors we would like me to use for his outfit.

"Have you practiced yet?"

"Not really I'm waiting for the night to give it my all in singing. Don't want to strain my voice before the big night. How about you?"

"I haven't gotten the time."

"But doing this has been fun, think of it, if it weren't for your sister we never would have met."

I stop doing my work and look at him again. "You're actually right, Artie." I never would have stepped into his shop and spoken about our interests in music, which is what brought us together.

Estella bonded with Artie over fashion and I bonded with him over music since I'm not much of a fashionista like she and Artie are.

"I haven't actually had this much fun with anyone before. It feels weird, I feel like I can tell you anything." I froze in my spot when Artie rested his hand on my cheek and stared into my eyes.

We broke apart and jumped when the elevator came to a stop and in came Horace and Jasper. "Whoa! We interrupting something." Jasper teases since he knows my crush on Artie.

He gives me a look I know too well. Horace looks between us and shrugs his shoulders while carrying Wink with one hand, "I don't get what you mean mate, but I'm starving!"

We move away from each other and I hear Horace calling out. "(Y/N)! Have you made any dinner yet?!"

"I'll be there in a bit!" I call out and now felt embarrassed. Was he going to kiss me?

I blush at the thought that it would have happened if it weren't for those two. "Would you..like to stay for dinner."

"Would you like to stay forever?!" Jasper just won't shut up?

Artie shares a nervous laughter and begins to grab his coat. "I would love to but you've done enough for today, don't worry I brought some food and placed it upstairs. I don't want to see your overwork yourself."

I felt my heart flutter at the comment, he's so thoughtful. "These sandwiches are amazing! Thanks Artie!" We chuckled when we heard Horace.

"I'll be busy tonight at the shop, so we probably won't be able to see each other until the next day, our time to shine is approaching my dear." Artie was now in the elevator and took a few seconds to look at me.

"Sleep well, (Y/N)."

"You too, Artie."

**************

It felt nice to sleep until late I haven't gotten time for myself these couple of weeks so today I woke up late, a bit too late, it was thanks to Buddy who licked me to wake up. Since no one was at the apartment I decided to take my time on showering and after that I started on making Artie's outfit for tomorrow night.

"I'll add just a bit more ruffles." I said to myself when I stepped back to take a good look at the mannequin.

Red is definitely his color, I do hope he'll like this. I grabbed a sheet of paper and quickly drew outfit on it and what to draw on his face with makeup, something glamorous with lots of glitter of course, something that would make David Bowie proud.

"Earth to (Y/N), you've been daydreaming so much." Jasper laughed when he caught me staring at my work for too long.

"Don't blame her, Jasper. Artie's a nice lady! Let's not forget your crush on Estel-"

"Quit it man!" Jasper jumped onto Horace and tried shushing his mouth.

I giggled and face the two, "Alright let's get this ready for the night. "Horace, are the amps in their place for tomorrow?"

"Yes, they are!"

"Jasper, you get the instruments?"

"They will be..ready."

I cross my arms and stare at him, "Are you planning on stealing them too?"

He looks away and hums agreeing to what I asked. "Always making me proud." I praise him and continued my work. "Give me two to three hours and I'll be helping you both out."

I grab the pair of scissors and began to sew the different types of fabrics together, I sure hope Artie likes it!

***************

It was almost night for the grand show! Artie and I down stairs and the guys were upstairs grabbing a few cables to connect them to the amps and finished loading some more things on the truck.

Right now Artie was sitting down while I was finishing up his look, I painted his lips black and hairsprayed his blonde hair to look differently.

"And done." I stare back and admire my work. I closed the makeup pallet I smiled, "My beautiful work or art."

"Do I look fabulous?"

"Very much." I turn around and give him his outfit. "Now get dressed, I'll be waiting outside for the reveal."

"Can't wait." Artie held onto his clothes and gave me a wink before he disappeared into the bathroom.

I also was in heavy makeup maybe not as his, but still looking quite punk. "We're all ready, where's the lad?" Horace asked when he jumped into the van.

"He'll be down shortly." I patiently waited for his arrival until he finally joined us. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw him looking so punk and outfit.

"How do I look?" He turned around and smiled at us both. "Fabulous as always, I know." He answered quick and hummed at his outfit.

"Is something wrong?" I asked worried he didn't like something.

"Not enough glitter unfortunately but it'll do." I was about to apologise when he smirked and be got to me.

"For a second there I was worried!" I hit his shoulder lightly and tried not to freak out.

"The outfit is perfect my dear, you really captured my true self...You look ravishing yourself."

Tonight I decided to wear a pair of ripped stockings with a pair of boots, a skirt with some chains, and a long sleeved school jacket with patches and a tie.

"Alright let's go before Cruella kicks out butts for being late." Horace said before I could answer.

************

I quickly plugged my guitar to the amps and began to strum the chords when the low lights began to light up the place.

Jasper joined in with his other guitar and we both began to play as we watched the dancers expertly dancing on the small stage with Cruella un the middle and Artie who began to sing.

"So messed up, I want you here In my room, I want you here Now we're gonna be face-to-face And I'll lay right down in my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog And now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog

Well, come on

Now I'm ready to close my eyes And now I'm ready to close my mind And now I'm ready to feel your hand And lose my heart on the burning sands

And now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog Now I wanna be your dog!"

I was mesmerized by Artie's singing and how good he looked on stage. Here no one judges anyone, which only made me happier.I smirked when I saw Cruella looking at the building where the Baroness was surely watching us. Revenge can be so sweet.

Everyone was singing or dancing along but it was all ruined too quick when the cops began to show up. "It's the cops!" Someone shouted when the lights got closer.

The police quickly got out of their cars and began to grab whoever they could. I unplugged my guitar and quickly jumped down the stage and got away from the crowd before I could get caught.

"Nice to see you again, stranger." I smiled and stopped by a nicely lit restaurant and faced Artie. "Did you seriously follow me here?"

"Of course I did, I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. It's getting late, we should head back to my apartment."People around us continue to run. "Well, Cruella might've run off and the guys ditched me..okay let's go. Maybe you can teach me how to sing as good as you."

"I wouldn't mind that."

Together we began walking down the street until we arrived at nice neighborhood, all the lights were off and we reached to his place. "Well, make yourself at home."

Artie opened the door for me and locked it when I stepped in and admired his place, it definitely screamed him and his style, the walls had many framed posters or autographed record vinyls.

It was quite small but it was comfortable, there was a small hallway leading down to what I assume is his bedroom and another to the bathroom, as soon as you enter the small living room is on the left.

"Your apartment is already cozy, I love it. I guess it's because I've never had a place of my own, or privacy on that matter." I placed my guitar down by the fireplace and admired the small things around me.

"I'm glad it's to your liking." He called out from his room. "Don't be shy come in!" He said. Slowly I followed in and saw his bedroom, the bed was nearly done with violet sheets and a couple of pillows, the satin red curtains were closed blocking any kind of light.

The walls also had many posters or news articles plastered on it, news of certain artists or singers.

"You can sleep here for the night.""No way." I sat down and looked up at him."I'll sleep on the floor or couch, this is your home and I'm just a guest."

"A special one, so I'll gladly take the floor."

"No, you won't. I won't sleep anyways, I'm not tired."

"Well, I'm not either. How about I teach you what I told you back then?" I stared at him confused when he stepped closer and made me lay back in his bed when I felt his grip on my wrists.

"Or I can teach you other things." I blush and looked away from his dark eyes. What have I gotten myself into...

#cruella #cruella artie #artie x reader #cruella 2021 #cruella 2021 x reader #john mccrea #horace badun #jasper badun #estella miller #the baroness

[sunareii]

WC; 1, 512

suna could only frown deeply at the seemingly bigoted old fart infront of him who continues to create one of the last thing he wanted; a ruckus, and just by the market of all places

he would have shut the man up if he didn't keep cutting off every phrase he has to say. suna is never the yell-type of person if ever in the argument, he thinks shouting at them or throwing a fit will only please them as it could be the reaction some people wanted to see and he's not surely the person to give in.

you're probably confused by this so let me give you a little flashback;

the sun had rose high enough that it wouldn't be called sunrise anymore and yet the two of them, suna and some mysterious girl around his age, proceeds to gaze deeply into each others eyes. if you didn't knew better you'd say it was love at first sight but considering the looks on their faces, i'd say they were judging each other

is the bird nest hair a thing?'

'are those scratches?'

'is she even wearing a bra underneath?'

suna deadpanned at her for a moment before turning his back to her an walked away. he got home momentarily, if you ask me he likely walked to the right directions by chance and suna himself, was also surprised by this involuntary achievement

"oh, rin! great timing, senzo was just about to go to the market just around the street, why don't you go along with him?" suna knew his mother won't give him a choice, don't you just hate it when you're being forced to get to know someone without your approval

anyhow, senzo was already waiting outside the house whereas suna hadn't had the chance to even take off his shoes. they strode on the concrete ground at the side of the street uncomfortably quiet, senzo took on a brave face and opted to have a small talk despite him not being a fan of bootless pleasantries

"so rintarou.. what-what do you like to do for fun?" he asked, stuttering within his sentence, suna stared at him for a second,

'what i like to do for fun? as in with friends or by myself?'

"i like playing volleyball" suna muttered, not that satisfied with his answer, "oh, that explains your great physique then, you like playing sports" senzo whispered feeling a bit fretful, suna examined his body figure and one thing he noticed about them when he saw him was his scrawny structure, lanky unlike him.

"how about you?"

"huh?"

"what do you like to do?"

'he seems to be the type to just play games, explore the media or probably a chess master'

"i like.. uhm.. wa.. ve.. and.. s-swing" senzo murmured as if he was only talking to himself, clearly shamefaced. suna tried to be attentive as he didn't heard him right and thought of anything that sounds like wave or swing..

'swing in the playground maybe? no, swing, swing.. sing?that could be it but what about wave? save? behave? ew, who does that for fun? shave...?'

"you like to sing?" he asked mindlessly, senzo could only stummer and said "what no.. my voice is too shaky for that, i like sewing and weaving.." suna didn't noticed it but senzo tried to sound nonchalant when he told him about his hobbies

'uhh.. is he a grandma?'

"i like all sorts of stuff actually along with photography and gardening, i guess" at that point, senzo couldn't find himself to look at him in the eye and his fathers voice lingers in his head saying;

'always look at people in the eye when talking to them!'

"we're here" senzo informed, it wasn't crowded seeing as it was early in the morning, "you go get the vegetables, we usually buy them from mr. maro it's the one beside the under construction ramen shop just go straight ahead" suna nodded taking the list of things he needs to buy along with the money to pay for it.

senzo took off the right side where the wet market lies, suna was delighted enough that senzo took that part, suna bit his lips harshly as he recollect the time he slipped infront of everyone the last time he went to one and his mother never seems to let him down for it.

later after walking away to go to this mr.maro's shop, he begun to think he had walked past it considering how long he had been walking, he thought deeply if senzo ever said anything about turning anywhere, he eventually reached the other side of the market, he groaned why did he had to find mr. maro when he could just buy from the shop he passed through earlier, that's when he saw the unfinished ramen shop beside him and right next to it was a bunch of greens laid and ready to buy.

except nobody was there he tried calling out but seems no one heard him. he leaned in a light pole just infront of it and rested for a bit,

"hey you!"

"hey!"

"don't ignore me kid!"

suna snapped out of his thoughts and found himself being yelled at from the man who walked speedily towards him, "so it's you!"

suna was beyond confused, was he talking to him? most likely

"you're the one who did this didn't you!" the man had finally reached him and pointed at the car just behind the pole he was leaning on, the car had a big scrape on it

"you're the one who keyed this didn't you! do you think this is funny!?"

'what's funny is humiliating yourself from accusing an innocent person such as me. i don't even have a key'

"i didn't—"

"you'll have to pay for the damage you have done!"

"i didn't even touch—"

"do you know how expensive this car is?"

and that's where our little trip to the past ends, on the present time suna is still in a problematic situation, most of the time he wouldn't let himself get into a tight spot and he seemed to avoid many of those from the twins back at hyogo but of course there's time where the two brothers get the best of him, usually just gets him involve into ridiculous escapades of atsumu and his spitting image or the other way around,

'who was the older miya again?'

"you teenagers are irreverent nowadays, your face says it all!"

"..."

"..."

suna deadpans at the older man infront of him, opening his mouth to finally speak only for the elderly to  cover his words with his owns once more

".. you know for someone-"

"mr. hiroto!"

a voice intervened, a feminine voice to say "daisuke's not even here and what you said your annoying neighbors already moved out, so why do you still wake up at the wrong side of the bed?"

at the shop, the exact shop, the reason he's even there in the first place, there she stood. the same girl from the summit, sunas eyes fixated at her form, her hair better than ever though tired eyes stared back at him briefly, before turning her face at the man who stood discontentedly

"for the last time it's makoto!" mr. hiroto err.. makoto corrected

'he's childish than atsumu' suna mentally snorted at makoto's evident childlike temper

"this guy keyed my car, what kind of reaction were you expecting?"

"your car already had a scratch the night before when i last saw it" she noted holding a figer up whilst taking steps towards them, "this won't take long" she whispers at suna who looked rather puzzled then he already is

"but—"

"this is not up for debate sir, the peacekeeping officers are already here to pick you up" she hushed, the one-sided squabble had come to a close, much to suna's delight and old geezers dismay, she looks at him curiously, not even trying to hide the fact that she's staring at him so intently

suna couldn't figure out what to say and only thank her for the much needed help though he is upset at his ability to handle nonsensical people like the man, speaking of oldie...

"mr. makoto! you again, this is the third time this week!"

suna's head shot up to their direction whereas makoto's having a chat with the officer which apparently another time he's been reported for his disturbance

'so he's a daily reported infernal guy, huh.. '

"hey, sorry about that" the lass who's before him apologized, leading suna having a questionable look "i don't think you have to apologize" she chuckles awkwardly, rubbing her nape uneasily "right.. of course"

without noticing, she already went ahead and fixed her station, suna bought everything he needed rather noiselessly as if they have forgotten they encountered each other on the eve of the sunrise

senzo hironori

height ;  6'1"

weight ; 59 kg

birthday ; december 28, 1994

favorite food ; crepes

current concern ; many of his classmates had laughed at his  'girly' hobbies

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[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 05

Warning: Swearing, mention of mental illness, Beetlejuice being smut and creepy... As always.

Ari was sitting on the side of her bed, head in her palms, breathing heavily.

- Either you are telling the truth or I'm going crazy. Or I'm tripping. Even though I don't do drugs. - Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. He was standing before her, with his hands crossed across his chest. His hair was in a light green shade with some light pink streaks in it.

- As I said previously, down in the living room you idiots, on purpose, bought a haunted house. - Ari looked up and nodded sarcastically. He was right, after all. - Seriously, what did you think, that you'll get unicorns?!

- Ghosts! - shouted Ari in a muffled voice. She didn't want her sisters to hear that she was talking to herself... But the hissing and scratching of Minerva before the door surely made a helping white-noise.

- Well I'm the leveled-up version of those suckers. - said Beetlejuice proudly and sat down next to Ari. - You might say I'm the ghost with the most! - the girl chuckled.

- Okay, if you really are the improved version of a ghost... - she shrugged - ...prove it!

- EEEEEH! - out of a sudden Beetlejuice imitated the sound of a siren which made Ari jump a bit. - Can't do that.

- Why?

- I can't interact with the human world. Only ghosts can do that. I can posess electronics and appear as smoke in mirrors, max. - Ari stood up and went to her full-size mirror.

- SHOW MEEEE! - she said in an excited voice. Even though she would really loved to talk to a demon, she thought this action would prove the fact that it's just her consciousness playing games with her and that she had to see a psychiatrist again, but a slightly human-shaped, green-ish white-ish smoke-shape appeared behind her and her lights started twitching.

- Helloouuu... - whispered Beetlejuice into her ear in a funny voice which didn't make her jump at all... No, it actually made her giggle. Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows. That was a first. Someone actually liked his jokes and funny voices. Weird.

- Ohmygodsthisissocool! - Ari was talking very fast and in a very high-pitched voice. She acted like a little girl, excited for her Christmas present. That made Beetlejuice smile. Nobody was that happy for him... Like... Ever. Ari turned around to where the voice came from the last time. - Gee I can't believe I am actually talking to a spectre. What are you doing normally? Just float around the house? Also, most of the time why do you sound like you just swallowed a cheese grater? - she stopped for a moment and continued in a more serious voice. - Also why do I hear you exactly? That bugs me a bit... to be honest.

- First: yeah, mostly I just follow you guys everywhere I can, floating around you. Watching. - he lowered his voice, his lips could almost touch Ari's ear. - I know. Very creepy. - Ari shivered like something just ran across her back. She hated being followed. She had bad experiences with that in the past. She noted to herself that she had to tell this demon not to do that oh so silently. - Second: you can't ask why does somebody sound like that, Karen! - he said sarcastically then went back to normal voice. - Also I'm dead, rotting, lower your expectations to that. Third: I have no idea but it's gonna be so much fun! - now he sounded like a child. He started to run around Ari in circles and clap little claps while he was talking. - It surely is interesting, but eh, who cares, the important thing is that now we can talk properly! And you can answer! And you can sing the songs I request! And react to my lewd comments! And we could have sleepovers and shit since now I can come in! - he changed into a more seductive tone and leaned closer to Ari. - Obviously R rated sleepovers cause I am a very sexual handsome being who you could totally not resist. - the girl blushed a little which made Beetlejuice even more horny than usual. But since he knew he couldn't do anything with her at the moment, he changed back to normal voice. - By the way I like what you did with the room, seeing it for the first time and I am shooketh how many stuff here is relating to the whole being dead thing. Babes, you have a problem. A cherishable, cute problem, but still a problem. - Ari laughed. Very loudly.

No surprise Beetlejuice liked her room. Although she followed her own path, she really liked the whole (kind of mainstream by now) witchy-gothic aesthetic and since horror was her sweet spot since she was a child, she had to decorate her bedroom in a certain way. Starting from the chandelier, which was basically a huge glowing pumpkin with wrought-iron tendrils all over it, the color of the ceiling changed from light orange to a pretty pumpkin colour, then continuing on the walls it slowly turned into a dark coppery reddish-orange. The hardwood floor was fully covered in soft grey carpet with little bats on it. There was a fake bat-skeleton, a fake raven-skeleton and little felted dolls in the form of the three witches from Hocus Pocus hanging from the chandelier. To the right of her door (which, by the way, was painted dark grey and had a "Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc" plaque on it), there was a big, wall-to-wall cabinet painted black with a full-size mirror on the right, and a dressing table in the middle embedded in it. Her makeup brushes and eyeshadows were already scattered around it 'cause she was messy. To the left of her door there was a shelf in the shape of the triple moon, with horror-movie figurines, crystals, Funko Pops and random skulls on it. Around it, family photos. Next to that, in the corner, there was a black, coffin-shaped shoe cabinet with pumpkin-coloured insides and leds in it, and with a sign that said "Dracula" on top of it. On the opposite wall, below the window there was Ari's sewing-corner with 2 sewing machines on the table. On the wall, opposing the wall-to-wall cabinet there was a ram skull, engraved with Edgar Allan Poe's s silhouette, with huge black horns curling backwards. Under it, on the wrought-iron bed there was a blanket with the bride of Frankenstein painted on it, and many pillows. On the two sides of the bed, there were little "nightstands" which were basically cages. One worked as a cat-prison for Minerva, padded with a soft mattress, with a night-lamp grabbed by a zombie hand on top of it. The other held Ari's favourite books, and had a little altar on it for her "weird witchcraftsy shit", as Rei said many times before. In front of the bed there was a black chest, filled with random pieces of fabric and patterns for clothes, the top of it covered in soft black and white striped velvet. Next to that, there were 2 Paris dolls, one on each side.

- Thanks, I am the breathing, living version of Halloween. - she sat down before her dressing table, looking directly into the mirror so she could see the shape of the demon again. - And... Yeah, please stop the creeping around. At least when you come into a room where I'm at, just whistle or something so I could know that you're there. - she turned around, facing the middle of the room and blinked sweetly. - Please? - Beetlejuice sighed with resignation. He couldn't say no to those pretty, living eyes.

- If your pets even let me near you, then okay. Your stupid cat always hisses at me and won't let me come into your room... I mean I could float above her but I'm legitimately afraid for my afterlife around her, it's weird, I don't get it either. And your actually scary dog... I'm not even sure that's a dog, that looks like a wolf, so yeah, that mongrel almost ripped my arm off last week! You have to convience them that I'm not trying to hurt you! -  begged Beetlejuice. - I could only come up with you now cause I was faster than those suckers. - Ari stood up and went to the door where Minerva was still scratching the door into pieces.

- You know in many ancient cultures, dogs and cats were considered as guardians of the underworld or bodyguards for their owners against demons. For example in the Aztec religion, dogs were associated with Xolotl, the god of death. Or in Egypt cats were used as protectors against evil spirits.

- Thanks for the history lesson, miss-know-it-all. - said Beetlejuice sarcastically with a snort. Ari rolled her eyes.

- So I suppose they can see you, right?

- Yeah... I thought I'd use them to get you guys' attention but... - he stretched his arms out in Ari's direction. - ...I have you!

Ari smiled. She was still not sure he was not malevolent like those spirits from The Conjuring, but he didn't feel like someone with a super evil plan going down.

- You know maybe they just love me and want to protect me. - she sat back on her chair. - You know, Sirius is a tamascan, a guarddog, a wolf-type. He looks like he could rip you in half but actually he's a sweetheart. Yeah, his teeth are sharp as needles but he only uses them to chew up his toys. - Ari shrugged. - He doesn't even know how enormous he is. He looks very fierce and heisty but mostly he just sits on people's laps. - Beetlejuice floated right next to the girl again. He was so close Ari could feel that icy coldness on her skin again.

- You should sit on MY lap. - he said in an arousing voice. Ari looked the way the voice came from.

- Shut up. - she said in a sharp voice. BJ rolled his eyes and went a bit further. - Minerva would totally kill you though. She should be a very social breed, but she basically hates everybody and wants to kill everything that moves. So yeah, beware of the claws. They hurt more than you can imagine. - Ari held up one of her hands with a huge scratchmark on it. Beetlejuice chuckled.

- I don't feel pain.

- Oh you'd feel that, trust me!

Ari looked at her clock. It was almost 2 in the afternoon.

- Oh shit, man, I gotta go to work. First day, I can't be late. - she went to her bed and started to pack her sheet music rapidly into a red bag. Beetlejuice walked up to her and with hope in his eyes and fully green hair, he asked:

- Before you go... Can't you... Say my name 3 times? - Ari looked at his way with a raised eyebrow.

- Why do you want me to do that?

- Cause that would lift me out of this weird alternate state and I could roam earth while being seen! Now I can't leave this house but once being summoned, I could! And I haven't been out since literal decades! - he sounded so desperate. - Please don't make me beg... I will... I just... Okay you know what, I'm begging. - he threw himself on his knees and tried to grab Ari's trousers, but his hands went right through them. - I'm just so sick and tired of being invisible! - Ari made a weird little sound of shock.

- I don't even know your name, and you seriously think I would let you roam free? I just met ya...

- PLEASE! JUST DO IT!!! I WOULD DO ANYTHING, SCARE ANYONE, JUST PLEASE SAY IT! I SWEAR I'LL LEAVE SOON AFTER!!! - he was nearly crying, his hair started to turn into fully purple. Ari was thinking about her options. She could either let a wild entity roam free, or have someone murder her father or one of her exes and then just leave. That sounded good.

- That's a flattering offer so... Kay, what's your name then?

Beetlejuice stuttered.

- I... - he sighed. - I can't say it. - he said with total hopelessness in his voice and tears in his eyes. He sounded so miserable. Ari squatted down to him. She didn't even know, but she was looking straight into Beetlejuice's eyes. Her warm smile made him feel a bit better, but he was still miserable.

- Then how could I help you, Bug? - he stayed silent. That nickname actually sounded cute. - Yeah, I heard you munching on them. So let's stick with that name until I find out why do I hear you and what is your actual name, shall we? - she would've just pat his head if she could see him. He sounded so alone. She knew exactly how that felt.

- Kay. - said BJ in a repressed voice as he viped his tears and nose in his jacket. Ari wrinkled her nose at his direction, snapped up her bag and headed for the door. Beetlejuice got up quickly and floated before her, if nothing would've happened. - Wait, what am I supposed to do while you're gone? - Ari shrugged her shoulders.

- I don't know, haunt my sisters' electronics? Find out if they can interact with you too? - there was no answer so she just waved goodbye. - I'll be back at 11-ish. - and with that, she went to work.

But Beetlejuice was still there. He rubbed his hands maniacally and talked to himself in a very evil, raspy way.

- Oh I would love to do that. Of course, I might have to get a little... Mean... I might have to get a little... Nasty... But if you want me to act like a demon... Then I'll be a demon 😈

#alex brightman #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice oc #beetlejuice the musical #fanfic #fanfiction #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #musical!beetlejuice

[zerablackwell]

Chapter 4: Leverage

A week had gone by since Zera visited with her mother, Seth developed a plan to better her behavior in school. They spent lunch periods on worksheets and assessments in exchange for information from Seth about whatever Zera wanted. For the most part, they agreed and got along well regarding their little pact. They were both pleasantly surprised by how much they had in common.

"Zera, you are almost done with the page, come on. Remember the deal."

She groaned loudly, dropping her head on the page that was three quarters completed. "I hate doing this tedious work."

"If you finish it soon, we can get the assessments out of the way. I want to know how to properly tailor the help you require to get further in this system. As much as you don't like it, the humans value their schooling and make it practically a requirement to move forward in their world." Seth responded, drumming his fingers on the desk.

Zera lifted her head to glare at her uncle, then rolled her eyes. "I still don't get it. I don't like this. I'm only participating so I don't have to listen to Father's lectures."

"I'd honestly suggest you care a little more, you'll be able to open the doors so you can have better control of the world."

Zera stayed quiet for a moment, pondering the words prudently for a moment before nodding, "So I finish this, you tell me one thing. Yes?"

"Well, what is it you want to know?"

"I want to get into Heaven."

Seth was clearly caught off guard, "I...I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me, I want into Heaven."

Seth stared at her, then huffed slightly. "Finishing a page does not equate to sneaking you into Heaven."

"Then what does?"

He opened his mouth then paused for a long moment, "No, nope. We aren't having this conversation, if this gets back to your father, he might-no he will have my head."

Zera giggled and stated, "You're scared of him."

"You seem to forget that he is not just my older brother, but also a well-known archdemon. A respected figure in Hell. In our worlds, both Heaven and Hell, everyone knows all that he is capable of." Seth patiently explained, but Zera was not impressed. "You are the only one who is questionably sane that would openly and readily challenge him."

"I take offense to that!" Zera huffed, "I am very much sane thank you." She then stuck her tongue out at him who rolled his eyes.

"Hun, you related to me, you are partially insane. You can blame genetics." Seth chuckled, smiling at her.

Zera lightened up a bit, giggling and enjoying the moment between her and Seth. Then she could hear Luz's familiar whispers in her ear, "Insist little one, you need to get in."

She cleared her throat as they settled down, "Please...I'd like to at least meet my grandparents, really. I want to go to heaven and meet my family."

Seth bit his lip hesitantly, "This is where I may have to draw the line, our family hasn't been together in eons. I'm sure your father would prefer to be present when you meet your grandparents."

"I didn't realize that he still tells you what to do. I thought you were both grown adults."

"I am a grown adult, and unlike you, I actually look like one." Seth glared, pointing a finger at her. "Little Miss One Hundred and something."

"Touché, however, we do age differently. Who knows how old are you Mr. Dinosaur." Zera giggled, amused by her uncle.

"Well, I'm not going to take you for calling me a dinosaur."

"So, you're going to keep me from meeting my extended family because of a preschool insult and homework?"

Seth sat there in complete disbelief and groaned loudly, "You manipulative little beat."

Zera smirked, "I've learned from the best."

There was something in Seth's eyes that Zera couldn't quite decipher. "Fine, fine. I'll help you get in, but for now, you'll only meet your grandmother."

"Why only her?"

"Azazel will be less angry when he finds out you only met Haniel. There was really no ill will between him and his mother." Seth explained then tapped the page, "Before we start that, you have to finish the packet."

Zera's lip twitched upward in a snarl, but she cleared her throat. "Done." She got to work and quickly completed the packet within about ten minutes, then pushed it toward her uncle who eyed her carefully.

"You had to complete it correctly Zera." He glanced over the first page which had nothing but wrong answers.

"Ah ha...That was not mentioned in the deal before agreeing." She smirked tapping her finger on the table expectantly.

Seth's face turned bright red, he growled. "You sneaky little-"

Zera giggled and cut him off, "Language Uncle Seth~" She then propped her head up with her hand on the table, "A deal is a deal."

He groaned, "Damn you are like your father."

The bell rang and Zera hissed, "Damn it."

"We'll talk later, I promise." Seth then stood and waited by the door as students began to enter.

Zera moves back to her corner seat as the students filed into the classroom and filled in their seats. One boy made his way to sit with the grouchy purple haired girl in the back. "You should smile more."

Zera looked at him, glaring. "You should sew your mouth shut."

He chuckled nervously, taking the seat by her. "You are just the image of a bright sunny day."

"You are the image of a parasite, let's go to the doctors." She spat; Seth eyed her warningly from the door causing her to pout. "Please refrain from distrusting me from the lesson."

"You never pay attention to the lesson."

"I'm trying to change my habits, now if you will." She opened her bag, pulling out a notebook and a fountain pen.

Seth made his way to the center after closing the door, "Welcome back class, please leave the energy from lunch outside." He waited for the chatter to settle down before beginning to explain persuasive essays. None to subtly, he glanced at Zera, "With persuasive essays, you must clearly explain the points for whatever the argument may be."

Zera couldn't help but giggle, and the boy feigned a gasp.

"Holy shit, she laughs." He whispered with a smirk, "Her smile is pretty too."

Almost immediately, Zera snarled and flashed her fangs at him. "Shut up, Janice."

He almost fell back on to the floor with a small yelp, "What the-!"

"Jordan! Zera! Must I separate you two?" Seth snapped, slamming a book on to his desk.

The boy returned to his seat nervously, "N-no Mr. Smith."

"Yes Mr. Smith, please move this twat from my space." Zera hissed and Seth's eye visibly twitched.

The students began to whisper and giggle quietly, "Zera, Jordan. Principal's office, thank you." He pointed to the door, she glared and stood. "No snarky remarks please Miss Blackwell, go on, the both of you."

Jordan stood and they both made their way to the door, Zera paused in the doorway. She looked at the teacher and ever so politely flipped him the bird. His face began to resemble a tomato, she finally left for the principal's office in a chorus of oohs from her peers.

Jordan looked at Zera, "Do you have to piss off everyone you meet?"

"Do you have to pester all of your classmates?"

"Only the interesting ones."

Zera rolled her eyes, "What is it exactly that makes me interesting then?"

"Where you come from."

"So, it isn't anything I've done that makes me interesting, it's only my background? You're interesting because of your stupidity." She glared at him.

"Your background makes up who you are."

"My background has nothing to do with me." She snapped.

"You're a real piece a work." Jordan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I would hope so; Rome wasn't built in a day. It's taken me a lot to be who I am." She walked off.

"Wait, the principal's office is this way!"

"I'm going to the lady's room first, 'less they want to up my piss." She lied, quickly losing him as she walked down the hall.

As she turned the corner to make her way towards the school exit, Luz's voice chirped into her ear, "Young lady, turn right around and march right back in there."

"What? Why?" Zera stopped at the large double doors leading to her freedom from this makeshift hell.

"Don't take your punishment for something small. If you get in trouble, make it worth getting punished for dearie."

Zera smirked and turned around, "Luz, I love you." She giggled as she made her way towards the chemistry lab, her eyes flashed a mischievous red in her reflection of the window.

"Now, where to little lamb?"

"This place is a figurative hell, I'm going to create a little chaos~" She tried to open the door, but found it to be locked. Zera growled and her eyes turned bright red while she kept her hand on the handle. There was a click and she pushed the door wide open.

"Atta' girl." Luz chuckled, Zera smirked and she produced a small flame in her hand. She stood on a table and put her hand towards one of the sprinklers in the ceiling. Once the fire alarm went off, she made her way out of the lab and blended into the crowd of students being escorted outside.

Once outside, Zera was able to speak off away from the students and faculty and left the campus. She began walking towards a plaza just a couple of blocks from the school. Humming as she arrived, she looked around seeing an interesting looking tattoo parlor next to a rather plain looking shop. She made a mental note to remember the tattoo parlor, then continue to look around until she saw a small coffee shop.

Zera began to walk closer when Luz spoke up, "Darling, you seem to have forgotten your bag at school."

"Luz. I have a nifty little invention called pockets, perhaps you've heard of them? They're mini bags inside your clothes." Zera remarked.

Luz chuckled and left her alone, as Zera reached for the door handle to enter the little coffee shop a pale hand grabbed her wrist gently. "Zera Blackwell, you are in extreme trouble."

Zera groaned loudly, looking up at Elijah, "How'd you find me?"

"The real question is; what on Earth were you thinking? Seth called me, telling me you've disappeared after the fire alarm was set off." Elijah took her hand and began walking away. "Of all the things, I've never thought you would have done something so irresponsibly stupid."

"I cannot believe you all thought it would be good to put me in a school full of idiotic, hormonal, and pathetic human infants." Zera snapped back.

"Lower your voice!" Elijah hissed at her, tugging her along. "Why are you behaving like this?"

Zera looked at Elijah deadpanned, "Just take me home Elijah, it seems my fun is done for the day."

Elijah stared at her in disbelief, then tugged her along towards the front door. They both walked in silence as they entered the home and were greeted by their overexcited hellhound, Ace. Elijah pulled out his phone and dialed a number as Zera started for the stairs. "Seth, I've found her. Yes, she's here with me, we're home." He paused and Zera glanced back curiously. "Very well, you can come by after school."

Zera pet Ace then went to her room and closed the door behind them, the hellhound made a beeline for her bed and Zera giggled. "Leave me some room goofball."

Ace barked back at her as she grabbed a book from her desk and sat beside Ace. She opened to the bookmarked page and stared, waiting for Luz to pipe up, but he did not surface. As time passed, she grew agitated and growled at the book.

There was a sudden knock, Zera put the book away as the door opened revealing Seth. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"What?"

"You are now suspended from school for a week, why did you set off the alarms?" Seth scolded, closing the door behind him.

"You didn't take my request seriously." Zera glared, Ace jumped up eagerly to greet Seth who merely waved him off.

"About you and Jordan? What was going on there?" Seth crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot expectantly.

"I'll kill him next time I see him, that's what." Zer a hissed, her uncle sighed.

"You acted out because you didn't like him?"

"He's a pest, vermin, a parasite that sucks out my patience."

"You had patience to begin with?"

Zera glared at him, "So I'm off school for a week then?"

"Yes, Elijah and Azazel are livid."

"Like I care, when will we prepare to go then? We do have a deal after all." Zera leaned forward, smirking, keeping her voice low.

Seth's eyes widened and he groaned loudly, "You clever little-..."

#Secrets Unveiled #Demon's Path #Chapter 4: Leverage #Zera Blackwell #Seth Colt #Elijah Pond #Azazel Colt

[merinmunson]

I am my own hero

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You're Tony's sister and you worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. before you found out it had been taken over by HYDRA. HYDRA agents were trying to turn you into a Winter Soldier, when Loki tries to save you. But will he?

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and angst.

S.H.I.E.L.D had collapsed and the Captain, Natasha, Sam and you were responsible. Bucky, Steve's best friend was alive and had been turned into a weapon. All the people you had worked with over the years... most of them served HYDRA. You used to have blood on your hands, but now it was better depicted as hands in a pool of blood. You had killed people you thought to be close with, people you'd trusted with your life... Those memories did not leave your mind any second of any day since you would find yourself remembering all that pain, all those perfect pictures of betrayal and death. And you were to blame.

Moving on from that came with a cost, you'd always have nightmares. But eventually you were able to find peace and rest, although you still had those horrendous bad dreams from time to time. A lot of HYDRA groupies were still on the streets, either camouflaged of just plain hiding from the new S.H.I.E.L.D and especially the Avengers (a team you weren't ashamed to say you belonged to), despite what most thought, you were not afraid of facing those thugs. There was a reason you were on the Avengers, you had superpowers and boy, were they amazing. You could control energy.

What did come as a surprise to you is that HYDRA was planning on turning you into their new Winter Soldier since Bucky had already been freed.

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You were all alone in your apartment talking to Tony over the phone.

"Y/N, what would you say if I bought an island?"

"I thought you already owned an island"

"What made you think that?"

"You're probably the only billionaire who doesn't own an island"

Then you started to hear vague noises coming from outside your apartment, near the door. The best course of action was to alert Tony that something was going on.

"Well, brother, I gotta say, it's a shame Cap's lost his shield"

He understood the reference immediately.

"It is, but I'm on it right now"

And with that, you knew whatever happened you'd be safe. Carefully planning your next steps you hunged up the phone knowing they'd come without hesitation, whoever they were. And so it happened. A whole tactical HYDRA team broke into your apartment, a burnt Rumlow leading the way. You got on your knees with your hands on your head aware that there was no point on fighting, they were, after all, heavily armed. It took one punch to put you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes you found yourself tied up, obviously, to a chair. Your only advantage was the fact that none of them knew about your powers. Most of the time you would fight with weapons or just your body, only your team mates knew about your powers. You waited a short amount of time until one HYDRA agent showed up.

"Y/N Y/L... Who would've thought that the one to kill us, would be our salvation" he showed you a dark smile.

"What do you want? Who are you?"

Not only were you going to buy time until Tony and the others arrived but you wanted to solve this problem by yourself too.

"I suppose I can answer both of those questions, since you'll obviously forget in no time..."

Then it hit you. They wanted to turn you into a Winter Soldier.

"What, the Black Widow wasn't available for the job?" You joked, both Natasha and yourself were really good at fighting, but she already spoke many languages, that made her a perfect candidate for Winter Soldier. You would have had to be taught some stuff.

"That's one of the main things we like about you, you're smart. Too much, if you ask me. Unfortunately, we do not know where Miss Romanoff may be, unlike you. Not so hard to track you down."

"Huh, and here little old me thought changing apartments would do... guess I should have gotten myself out of the internet, shouldn't I?"

"Yes. You should have"

"But man, do you know how hard it is to live without Wi-Fi?"

He punched you straight on the jaw.

"That's definitely leaving a bruise"

He punched you again, this time near your mouth. You bit your lip and blood started dripping.

"Shut your mouth or we will sew it"

"Don't you need it open for me to talk in different languages? You seriously have to put your plan together..."

He was about to hit you again when suddenly, he stopped mid air.

"So you're stalling me, huh?"

Now you were terrified.

"Let's see if you talk so much shit after being wiped!"

He called for some agents to pick you up and take you to the machine were they'd turn you into a monster. On the way you tried to free yourself and hit the men carrying you, you screamed your lungs out hoping they would stop or drop you to cover their ears. All of that in vain. When you reached the room, one of them held you by the neck and the other untied you, both of them placed you and trapped you on the machine.

"I'm gonna kill you all!! Get me out of this!!"

All they did was look at you with an empty stare and wait for the magic to happen. Now was the time to use your powers. Looking at the source of the machine's powers you concentrated and saw clearly its energy, with a little effort you absorbed the energy into your own body and waited. You could easily take them all down now, but you wanted to see their boss.

"Won't you at least tell your boss to come here?!"

"Baron Strucker will see you after you're ready "

Now you had a name and you knew he had to be somewhere inside the building.

"Wow, I get to meet HYDRA's crème de la crème"

They took it as your last joke and pulled the lever. Right then you all heard a loud crash and witnessed how a man dressed in green with a mischievous smile, two daggers and black hair walked into the room. Two HYDRA troops appeared to fight him as you sighed, annoyed. It was Loki and he had ruined your goddamn plan!

You got out of the machine, breaking the metallic grips with your acquired superstrenght, product of the energy you absorbed, and fought HYDRA while they were too busy looking out for Loki. He had become an Avenger not so long ago to redeem himself from his past sins, you were completely okay with giving him a second chance and all that, you had to admit you were close to him. Nevertheless you didn't trust him enough to tell him about your powers.

They tried to shoot you and you simply dodged the bullets and shot them with the guns you took from your first victims. Once all of them were down and Loki was simply standing there since you acted faster than him, you turned around to actually face him. An exasperated sigh dropped from your lips.

"Why the hell did you come? I had this under control! Now their boss is probably out of reach, goddammit!"

"They were gonna turn you into their weapon, they hurt you, I can see the blood in your face and the bruises. Did you honestly expect me doing nothing to stop them?!" He asks not believing what he's hearing.

"It was all an act!" You shoot the remaining bullets against one of the lifeless bodies on the floor. "Fuck you, you son of a bitch" you tell the body.

"Your brother sent me here to save you, the least you could do was explain to me how did you do all that and say thank you."

"I'm not thanking you for saving myself"

"Come on, Y/N, you're the only one I would do this for willingly. I am kinda like your personal hero" he finished joking.

"Okay. Thank you, Loki. For standing there doing nothing." you tease him, now relaxed as you remember you still have the name.

"You do love to tease me, don't you, love?" He had never called you that, but hearing his voice whisper that to your ears sent shivers all over your skin.

"Who's teasing now, huh?"

"You still have to tell me how you did that"

You wondered if it was safe to tell him. He saw your consideration and told you to trust him, he told you he would never do anything to hurt you. You knew you had feeling for him and you also knew he had feelings for you too, the only reason you two weren't a thing was because of your trust issues.

That was when you finally decided it was time to let him into your heart.

"This is supposed to be a secret... I have powers. I control all kinds of energy"

"Does that mean that you could take all energy out of me right now and kill me?"

"If I knew how, yes. I haven't really used them much, I prefer to fight fair. And by the way, love, I am my own hero"

"How am I not surprised by that" he closes the space between you two. "I promise you, I will keep it a secret"

"Loki... do you... like... do you like me?" You ask afraid of the answer, not capable of being apart from him.

"No. I don't. I don't like you, Y/N... I love you"

You kiss him cupping his head on your hands as he grabs your body firmly, once you separate he looks at you smiling.

"We should have done that earlier"

"WHAT THE HELL, LOKI?! I TOLD YOU TO SAVE MY SISTER NOT TO MAKE OUT WITH HER!" Tony and the rest of the team appear and see the scene.

"Uh... Y/N are you okay?" Both Steve and Clint ask examining you whole. Loki steps aside to face an angry Big brother!Tony, Momma!Bruce and Momma!Nat

"If you hurt her in any way, I'll kill you" Nat threatens him.

"Just for you to know, Hulk is ready for round two"

"YOU HURT MY LITTLE SISTER OR DO ANYTHING THAT MIGHT GIVE ME REASONS TO KILL YOU AND GUESS WHAT?"

"You'll kill me?"

"NO, I'LL KILL YOU DEAD"

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