#her smile could bring me back from the brink of death

[yanderenightmare]

What if curse darling tried to escape from yandere gojo? How would he punish her 🤔?

Gojo Satoru

P1 & P2

TW: abduction and captivity, mild condescension, a lil angsty

gn reader

You rushed over once you heard him at the door – but the smile only barely stretched your face before dropping again. 

Coming to an abrupt halt, the former intention of hugging him was wasted, and the words meant to welcome him home went stillborn on your tongue. 

Nevertheless, he tugged off his blindfold with his thumb, and his pearly hair fell down in pretty whisps around his crown, shadowing the light of those stark blue eyes that slowly peeled open – and unaffected by your stilled state, he still kicked off his shoes and tugged you into his chest anyway – nuzzling his nose into your neck with a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Mh, I missed you~”

Your nose twitched, and you sunk your teeth into your lip – feeling puzzled and awkward and slightly sick to your stomach. Arms hanging loosely by your sides as you let him sway you into him – dwarfed by his height, he had to slouch in order to hug you properly – with lanky arms slung around your midriff, pulling you close in a squeeze before loosening up again.

He kept his hands on your hips as he placed a kiss on your lips, but you didn’t react. Still standing there, something akin to frozen.

“Hey- where’d you go?” He called, cocking his head to the side while looking into your eyes with those searing earnest blues of his. “Not happy to see me?” He joked softly in a snicker – lightheartedly carefree.

It all felt so very wrong it made you release a sound that wasn’t too short of a whimper, albeit much weaker, almost so he didn’t even hear it.

“You-” You started but couldn’t quite finish, unsure of what it was that you needed to say. 

You looked down at his uniform. It wasn’t much. Maybe he hadn’t noticed or maybe he just hadn’t cared – but… flecks of blood dotted the black fabric.

It smelled of curse – a dead curse – a killed curse.

You grimaced. 

They’d been pained and scared toward the end – toyed with – dismembered and mutilated – mangled beyond repair. But for whatever reason you couldn’t fathom, he’d given them time enough to heal only to bring them back to the brink of death yet again – played with them for what you could tell had been a long while.

You smelled ridicule and a cry for mercy layered with a later cry for death, and it shook you to your core.

You shivered, taking an abrupt step back – removing yourself. Rubbing your goose-fleshed arms as you hugged yourself for comfort – reeling from the cold-hearted cruelty you’d felt seep into your bones from his touch. 

He’d barely even washed his hands clean of all the blood.

You swallowed thickly, unable to look him in the eye – just staring at the spray of browned red that had since dried, now cakey and flakey, falling off like dust. 

“You reek-” Was all the bile in your throat amounted to in the end – only a weak utterance.

His brows did a play of confusion before he followed your gaze, looking down at himself and finding what you were staring at. 

Oh…

Despite being a cursed spirit, your nature isn’t exactly violent. Guess you’re not as desensitized to carnage as him. 

It’s still odd, though. It couldn’t be sympathy he saw riddled on your face, right?

No. You’ve always been sensitive to dirty things. You’re just your normal disgusted self. You would have reacted the same way if it were ice cream.

He walked inside with a laugh, ruffling your hair as he passed you.

“Right- I’ll go shower. So uptight~” He dismissed with a tease, removing his jacket as he took long but relaxed strides to the bathroom.

You were left standing there for a moment. Unsure of the feelings brewing inside you. 

You thought you might need to puke, but it never came…

Still, you felt weary and decided to go lie down in bed.

You hadn’t slept in your room in a while. It had become a little dusty but you didn’t mind – you needed your own space right now. A place away from him.

But it didn’t last long. 

You heard him call for you some while later. You didn’t answer – lying in the dark beneath the covers.

“There you are~ You hidin’?” He chirped once he found you. “Or are you sleepin’?” 

You felt the bed sink as he climbed atop the covers, slipping down next to you – curtly running his hand over the duvet, stroking down your side until resting on your hip. 

“Not that I’m complaining- I had a long and boring day anyway.” He continued, scooting closer until he was spooning you tight – pressing his lips to where your ear would be. “Would be nice to end it with a little playtime~”

His toothy smirk slowly became a frown at your silence, sulking with a bored pout.

“You’re not still upset about the blood, are you?” He asked then. “I changed and washed it off, so I’m all clean now- you little neat freak~” Voice smooth and flirty, cuddling your cocooned body.

But still, you ignored him – and the doubt in his mind gave rise to a confused furrow between his brows. He thought for a minute before speaking up again. Squinting at his suspicion.

“That curse was a plague, you know...” He excused. “I had to kill it.” 

He looked at your unmoving body in wait, hoping you’d say something.

And you did – muttering. “It’s not the curse I care about, Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

He blanched. It had been a while since you referred to him that coldly.

“I just forget sometimes.” You added. Voice muffled beneath the covers and almost so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear it.

“Forget what?” He asked.

There was a small pause before you answered him. “What you are…”

The curl on his face unraveled. Face blanking. Wordless.

“I’m sure you forget what I am too.” You continued. “That if I ever tried to leave… you’d hunt me down and reduce me to just a few drops of blood you’d then go home and wash off as though it meant nothing.”

He barely let you finish before yanking the covers off you, exposing you and the tears riddling your face to his view.

“That’s not true.” He denied.

“No?” You questioned harshly, sitting up in a rush – and getting in close to his face – daring him with a glare. “Then tell me. What exactly would happen if I decided I no longer wanted to stay here?”

His hair still dripped with cold droplets from his shower as he returned your stare. Your question was a dangerous one... 

One he’d rather not answer.

He swallowed. “You have to stay here. You know why.” He said dismissively – his voice in that serious timbre he never uses – that tone devoid of the usual frivolity and instead holds that very dogmatic weight that urges you to surrender the fight before it gets too messy.

But you don’t heed the warning. “And if I can’t accept that? If I fight you-”

“Don’t be silly. You could never win-” He cut you off – before getting cut off himself by your next words.

“What if I tried anyway?” Your voice a little louder than before – staring him square in the face.

He paused, taking in your eyes – their narrowed state, as well as the brim of tears circling them. He thought of what he’d done that day and then tried imagining doing it to you – and came to a realization.

“I wouldn’t fight back…” His words were soft again, without edge. “I could never hurt you…” He cupped your face in both hands, his eyes full of something so wholesome it nearly made you flinch.

Then he looked sad. Pained in some way – or guilty, maybe.

“But still…” He started quietly. “I could never let you leave either.”

His hands were warm and gentle on your cheeks, but you wished he’d stop touching you.

“Their blood smelled of terror and torment. Did you have fun torturing them until they gave out?” The question was pointed – your words meant like venom.

His frown returned, letting go of your face – though you both remained only a split hair’s length apart. “So this is about the curse?”

“No, this is about you.” You corrected sharply – mirroring his frown with a bitter one of your own. “Is it the same type of fun you have subjugating me into being your tame little housepet?”

His face soured even more – now as though offended. “You're more than that to me. Don’t say that-”

But once again, you interrupted. “Livestock are pets until slaughter season. Suppose a butcherer would think that’s kind-”

And once again, he returned the favor – this time with his voice raised. “If I let you out of here, another sorcerer would kill you within a day! Keeping you here is what keeps you safe!”

You scoffed with your own voice climbing higher. “Don’t be so rude to paint yourself as a saint when you reek of sadism!”

There was a standstill, an all too deafening silence afterward – one filled with heavy breaths and the lingering echo of your last statement – until that as well, died and became nothing.

Satoru looked down, his head hanging – lifting gently with his breaths. 

“I’m not a saint.” He murmured after a minute. “I’m selfish. And greedy.”

You watched him – much shorter than him, even as he hung his head, you were still able to see his eyes flicker with uncertain light beneath those heavy mothlike lashes.

“I didn’t kill you like I was supposed to because I saw something I wanted for myself, so I took it.” He confessed. “And I killed that curse today and had fun doing it.”

Taking your hands in his, he cradled them as though he planned on drinking them.

“You’re right. I am a sadist.” He sighed, giving a small breathless laugh. “It feels good to know that I can do whatever I want whenever I want to whoever I want. And it feels good to know that no one can stop me.”

Finally, he raised his chin and looked back at you – those eyes of his intense with something raw – something desperate.

“I don’t care about anything. So many things could happen outside these four walls and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still be Gojo Satoru and you’d still be mine.”

A tiny gasp slipped through your lips, but other than that, you couldn't move – compelled to keep his gaze – spellbound to their deep light.

“But the one thing I can’t do is make someone feel the way I want them to…” He continued, still with his voice soft. “And even though you don’t have a choice, I’m still selfish enough to wish that you’d want to stay with me. Forever.”

He gave your hands a squeeze.

“And most selfishly…” He leaned in, his face kissing yours softly, brow to brow, cheek to cheek, and nose to nose – lips ghosting as your mouths breathed in each other's air. “I want you to love me.”

Your breath shook. Eyes downcast, brows trembling, and he’d say you almost looked scared, weren’t it for how hard you gripped his hands in return – making indents in his skin with your nails as though anchoring yourself.

“Curses can’t love.” You tried excusing, but your voice was weak and he wouldn’t have it.

“I don’t believe that,” He rejected – and looking right through it, he knew you didn’t believe it either. 

Then he chuckled.

“After all… I’m the worst curse of all, and I love you.”

P1 & P2

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[wosowritinnnggs11]

SMUT! 18+ MDNI

Ona x Reader ... Alexia x Reader

WARNING: Cheating, lying, lots of unfaithfulness, alcohol consumption, ALL PURELY FICTIONAL!, potentially shitty google translated spanish

Summary: Your relationship with Ona gets messy when you see her team-mate and more importantly your ex for the first time in 2 years. With no closure, pent-up frustration and a night of stolen glances, is your toxic relationship with Barca's captain really all in the past?

Tags: Exes, fingering, semi-public, mirror sex, bathroom sex, Top!Alexia x Bottom!Reader, possessiveness, begging, light degradation

You stared, dazed, at your disheveled reflection in the mirror. Cheeks still flushed, fucked out hair, puffed up lips and lustful eyes that gave it all away. With everything that had just transpired within these bathroom walls, betrayal and infidelity might as well be plastered on your forehead and oh my god if you were to walk out like this-

Fuck! Your legs were on the brink of giving out, knees trembling and doing little to support your current state. You hissed silently under your breath, gnawing at your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you silently rode the aftershocks of intoxicating pleasure that had you clawing at the sink minutes earlier. You stared at yourself again, her lingering touch still tormenting your being.

Ona would know. Everyone would know. This would be the death of you as you knew it... and that cocky little bitch would revel in it. Despite knowing damn well that she caused this, conquering you entirely and shamelessly in a tiny ass public restroom. She'd do more than relish in the idea of how easily your body complied and eagerly answered her touch. In fact. She wouldn't let you hear the end of it. 

A smile crept on your lips at the thought and you had half a mind to hit your head against the sink for it.

"Fucking Putellas..." the words nearly a chuckle from your mouth.

You tried your best to compose yourself, letting the water run from the faucet as you focused on the cold sensation trickling down your hands. Just breathe. You could do this. You'd touch up your make up, comb out your hair, fix up this dress and don on your underwe-...Where the fuck...??? You tore yourself away from the sink, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The floor? No. The sink? No. Behind the door? No. The sudden realization sent your searches to a halt, launching at your bag and rummaging through it to find your phone. 

Y/N: [ARE U SERIOUS!!??] - sent Do Not Answer- A. Putellas.:  [Quien es este?] Y/N: [Alexia- I am not kidding. Bring them back! NOW!!] - sent

The text bubbles appeared, then ... nothing. She was mocking you. 

Y/N: [NOW!!]  Y/N: [please!] Do Not Answer- A. Putellas.:  [Me encanta cuando suplicas ;)]

"No." Turning off your phone, you turned back to confront yourself in the mirror. "Do not go there. Do not give in." 

"Act unaffected. That's all you have to do."  you demanded, gaze fixated on your now slightly more presentable appearance. And as your subconscious triggered a replay of what had just happened, you bit down on your tongue hard enough to not let out a moan from the mere thought.

*** hours earlier...

The venue was littered with an array of Barcelona girls drowning in red and blue lighting as obnoxiously loud music and decor filtered into all areas of the room. Bodies pressed up against bodies, and even with drink in hand, you were barely drunk enough to find any of this remotely exciting. Entertaining that thought, you took another drawn out sip of your 3rd? 4th? Glass of champagne before tuning back into reality. No, the only thing keeping you sane was her. The way her smile reached to her eyes and the warmth of her giggle as she chatted with her teammates, fingers entwined in your own. You’d be lying if you said she wasn't the only reason you had even come tonight. As Ona's girlfriend of 2 years, she had invited you as her plus one to Barcelona's night out after winning the Champions League. Usually, you would find a way to make yourself conveniently unavailable.

The reason for that awful truth now met your eyes across the room. Alexia. You took your time in dissecting her appearance, having not laid eyes on her for years. At least in person. Her outfit consisted of a soft white silk top, covered by a dark suit jacket and paired with a matching set of black formal pants that accentuated her height, the shirt exposing just enough to highlight her toned figure. One thing about Alexia was that she knew how to dress and clearly tonight was no exception. 

Much like you, she was stood beside some other barca girls. You could make out some familiar faces from the years past when your presence was frequent at these kinds of things. Seemingly becoming distracted from the conversation, Alexia's gaze was trained on yours, her cool eyes lingering for a second longer than necessary. They contained a hint of something unrecognizable. She seemed...almost sorry. Guilty? Remorseful? Nostalgic? Whatever it was, your psycho-analyzations got cut short, Alexia offering nothing but a simple head nod of acknowledgement before returning to her conversation. You let your mind drift to a place you hadn’t been or rather let yourself go to in the longest time. Your relationship. Your past. Your relationship of 2 years was a while and whilst you had started dating Ona shortly after her, so much of your situation with the Barcelona captain was...unresolved. All-consuming. Honestly, that was part of the appeal but it became unsustainable. So you went no contact after the split. 

Which…was now difficult that Barcelona had won. Not only was this a feat in women's soccer itself but it was also Ona's first big trophy win with her childhood club, so you knew being here and supporting her achievements meant a lot. Champagne in the opposite hand, you slipped your arm around Ona's waist, pulling her in closer as you two made conversation with her fellow defenders. Her skin was soft under your hand and though you shot a smile in her direction, her attentions were fully drawn to her teammates. Even then, you couldn't help but focus on how familiar all of this felt. How weird it was to see all these people again. The same festivities. The same alcohol. Only a new girl to draw you back to the present. Soft skin under your palm rather than a firm hand against yours. A long dress instead of a shirtless jacket. Maybe it was something in your drink that made you reminiscent, drawing your eyes across to her once more.

Her eyes were quicker, already laid upon you and you could feel as your heart raced at the gesture. Alexia's gaze was now somewhat darkened by the blaring lights in the room as she sat on a lounge, legs slightly spread apart and posture relaxed as an... extremely beautiful redhead you did not recognise sat in her lap, leaning against her chest. Shit. Reluctantly, you watched as her eyes drifted away from yours, her mouth coming closer to the redhead's ear, whispering something so abundantly hilarious, it sent the other woman's head flying back with laughter. A shiver ran down your spine at the familiar memory of those lips ghosting over your skin. In an attempt to flush away the sickly feeling in your stomach, you took another sip of champagne, ruminating in the burn as it travelled down your throat.

Jealousy? No. No this wasn't jealousy. It just kind of stinged to watch your ex so close to an attractive woman, that was all. Especially when this shit was happening directly in front of you. In fact, you were glad. Relieved even. This was just her round about way of showing you that she's moved on and, hey, at least it eased the awkward tension in the room. Even then, you watched as her eyes travelled down to where your hand met Ona, biting down on the inside of her cheek until they caught yours again. At that, she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor before taking another drawn-out sip of her drink, quick to replace the empty glass in her hand with another. You tried to return your attention to the people in front of you, brushing it off as a mere slip-up and attempting to ignore the way every nerve in your body was set alight at mere seconds of her observations.

By the end of the first hour, you caught sight of her again, leant up on the wall across the room, arms crossed over her chest and a full glass in hand, this time, with no redhead in sight. Your eyes searched the floor when you saw the other woman now talking to another Barcelona girl, getting awfully cozy. Alexia on the other hand was less than comfortable, evident in her tense shoulders and the way her tongue rested against her cheek. You laughed to yourself, recognising her obviously foul, drunk mood. Fucking classic. The second "la reina" didn't get her way, she acted exactly like a child throwing a fit. That thirst for control quite obviously made her a great captain but on the other hand a shit partner. 

You tried your best to suppress the sense of smugness growing inside you , glad you were no longer the one dealing with any of it. Without realizing, you turned your head to Ona, still sat beside you. Nuzzling into the warmth of her neck, you stared up at her dotingly, ultimately relieved you were with someone who actually cared. Catching her attention, the defender turned her head towards you.

"Hey, you feeling okay? Wanna go home early?" her words were barely more than a whisper.

In response, you simply shook your head, not moving from the familiarity of her embrace. A warm grin was all she offered before placing a soft kiss on your forehead and unbeknownst to either of you, sparking a full - fledged war across the room.

As the night carried on, Alexia's lingering looks became longer. More careless, turning almost predatory. Initially you mistook the unfamiliarity in her eyes for anger but as she found you again, gaze steady, darkened and with no sign of shying away, you could not deny how painfully obvious that look was. That look was your entire history. Alexia had always released her frustration on her partners. Never abusively of course but instead through hours of endless domination. Relentlessness. Pushing you to the edge over and over until you broke. Making you beg for release. Doing anything and everything possible to get her back in that position of power. You knew it all too well. Suddenly the urge to hit yourself with a pound of bricks became increasingly apparent as you noticed how wet you were getting, the memories playing back in your mind. What the fuck was wrong with you. 

Ona was right beside you. That fact in itself spoke volumes as you tried to think of the last time you had focused on anything other than Alexia this whole night, a burning shame entering your face, gladly concealed by the dim lighting. You and Alexia were long done. No, she had a girlfriend, a partner, someone. Whoever that redhead was to her. This wasn't and this couldn't be directed towards you. 

And so you tried. You tried so hard to focus on anything else, digging your nails into the palm of your hands to try calm the thrumming ache growing inside your body. But her presence was fucking magnetic. You could tell the alcohol was getting to her by the way her eyes dragged down your body, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her mouth as she bit her lower lip softly. They became mixed with something deeper. A need. An almost instinctual desire. And you could tell the alcohol was getting to you by how you kept meeting her looks. And how your body responded to her scrutiny, the ache in your core increasing by the second. You hated how you had to forcibly tear your eyes away. You could tell she was enjoying this, making you flustered. Frustrated. Squirming from mere eye contact. Like a pawn underneath her stupid fucking finger as your thread of honour broke by the second. 

You needed to look away and more importantly you needed this to stop. But as your inhibitions became hazier and that feeling... Those eyes on you, waiting patiently.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Please don't. No. Don't. 

Against all rationale and self restraint, for a millisecond, you locked eyes over your shoulder. Tilting her head, she simply offered a flash of teeth in response before turning away from you. You could have swore the room actually slowed as she rolled her shoulders and slid the jacket down her spine to reveal her back. You analyzed her tensing muscles. The tattoos that littered her skin. Fuck. Her back her back her back her back her back her back. You could barely form a sentence let alone a thought. If you hadn't been together for so long, she may have been able to feign innocence but you knew. She did this on purpose. Your mind replayed that image, seconds turning into minutes as her muscles tensed and flexed with every small movement of her arm, her soft hair falling so perfectly along her skin. What you'd to do be underneath all of that again. Turning back around, she looked at you over her shoulder with a shit eating grin and a small wink.

No. ha. No, fuck this. You shot up from your seat, excusing yourself to the bathroom as casually as you could muster and basically sprinting to the door. Every last part of you felt like it was on fire. Anger? Guilt? Frustration? Horniness? Beats you. As you looked up, Alexia was already on her feet, practically pacing across the room. Whatever remorse was present in her eyes moments ago had burned. Fuck everyone else in that room, to her? You might as well be cornered prey. Palms on the door handle you slammed open the bathroom, turning to shut it when...

"No." you uttered. Alexia towered over you in the door frame, hands blockading you from exiting as she slowly walked in and shut the door behind you both. Locking it. That same fucking smirk still on her lips. 

"Alexia. I am not playing along with whatever game you think this is." You were practically shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Calmate. I'm just here to wash my hands." Taken aback by the ease of her voice, you stood away as she leant over the sink, back on full show. You tried to stop yourself but as your gaze scanned over her physique, you felt another rush of heat to your core. You saw as Alexia bit down the smile threatening to rise, catching your eye in the mirror. God, she was so hot infuriating when she got cocky.

"So, Ona huh?" She questioned, still looking down into the sink basin. The sudden mention of your girlfriend's name formed a pit in your stomach which you tried your best to calm.

You scoffed slightly, attempting to mask the sweat forming along your hands. "Like you care. Seemed pretty comfortable with that redhead all up on you."

She looked up at you in the mirror reflection, eyebrow raised in challenge.  "You wish you were instead?" Your breath stopped. Why did it feel so wrong to say no.

"I'm joking." She looked back down and you felt your heart drop. Why did it drop? You watched intently as she turned off the tap and shook her hands dry, placing them against the edge of the sink. You watched the way her shoulders flexed, supporting her weight, her stature built to a tee. 

"You always have been a social climber though." Her words came out as a slight chuckle, an almost amused expression playing out on her face in the mirror. 

"What the fuck is that meant to mean." The forcefulness of your words surprised even you.

"You know, someone who has a reputation for trying to score whoever will get you the most attention."

"I know the definition of the word Alexia. Why are you doing this? What's with the sudden attention to my personal life." You kept looking at her in the mirror in an attempts to force her gaze back to yours but she didn't budge. God, you felt pathetic standing here, just admiring her stupid muscular build.

"Just expected you to be with someone a little less...soft. Can't really see a girl like her spitting in your mouth." The corners of her lips lifted, attempting to set you off in any way possible. 

"Shut up." 

Noticing your riled up reaction, she pressed harder. "No, no, I get it. You always had a thing for taller girls who... oh wait."

"Alexia-"

Her voice became slightly aggressive, a mocking tone now present in her words. "Sorry, you are actually with her cause she's so sweet right? Is that why your eyes have been on me the whole night instead of her."

You grabbed her arm steadily, turning her against the counter. 

"Shut the fuck up." Your words contained a hint of a smile, becoming muffled as you pulled her face down to yours, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moved your lips softly against hers, feeling 2 years of tension in your body slowly melt away.

She teared away from you almost immediately, staring at you with furrowed brows. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm with someone." Her words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, caught on how to even respond as you looked at her alarmed gaze. You were a mixture of mortified, confused and shocked at what the fuck you just pulled. More than that, you were still craving another taste of her.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry I-"

A smug grin flashed across her face before she spoke again. "I'm kidding, I just love seeing you flustered."

At that she grabbed a fistful of your hair, causing you to let out a moan against her mouth as she pushed you roughly up against the tiled wall, deepening the kiss. Her strength was nothing if not attractive, her frame towering over you and keeping you cornered as she explored your mouth. Nothing about her was slow or careful. She threw caution to the wind, biting down on your bottom lip before forcing her tongue inside to brush against your own, making you whimper as her hand remained tight in your hair, forcing your neck back. You could taste the remainder of alcohol on her lips and it was intoxicating, her mouth savoring every part of you and leaving you breathless. She tasted so Hot. Sweet. Perfect. You dragged your hands across her broad shoulders before sliding them up to her neck, attempting to reel her in even closer. You felt her smile against your mouth at your desperation, clearly enjoying the way you so easily submitted to her. And you gladly did. You let her hold you like you were hers and hers only. You let her force her hips into yours, pinning you in place as she worked your mouth. You let her hands roam freely along your body, setting your skin on fire as she found your waist and settled against your ass, firmly gripping it in her hands. You tried to get a breath in but every attempt was only met with more intensity from Alexia, sliding her tongue against yours with a hunger that lingered along every inch of your body.

Finally pulling away to catch her breath, Alexia's eyes raced between your own and back to your lips, chest rising and falling. Tightening her grip in your hair, she angled your chin up further, allowing her to gain full access to your neck. Using her other hand to steady herself against the wall, she slowly lowered her head down, breath hot against your skin. Instead of saying anything she placed her lips against your neck, sending a wave of electricity through you as she began mixing the softness of her lips with the harsh marks she left on you, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. If tonight was any evidence, she was extremely territorial over what was hers, making sure to sink her teeth just enough to leave a bruise, the sharp spike of pain making you softly whimper, your hand still keeping her head steady against you. She moved her hands along your waist, trailing upwards to your ribs and coming back down, soaking in the feeling of you so helpless against her. Her touch was so familiar. The perfect mix of rough and right which left you only wanting more and nothing else. No one else. That thought caused your throat to dry. You swallowed before speaking through labored breaths, Alexias lips unrelenting from your skin. 

"We shouldn't be doing this... we can't." The words didn't come out of you easily, everything about her was so...excruciatingly addicting. The way she tasted. The way she knew your body like the back of her hand. The way she looked up at you then.

"Yeah?" She spoke lowly against you. You felt another smile spread across her face as she ran her hands further down your thighs, before dragging her fingertips ever so slowly up the inside of your legs. You were definitely shaking. You felt every breath and inflection on your skin as she spoke again "Tell me to stop." Your head tilted back against the wall, head spinning and lips unable to even move. "Alexia-" is all you managed to breathe out.

"Hm?", she moved up to your jaw this time, her kisses more careless and passionate as she dragged her fingertips up more. Higher. Higher. Higher- You let out a pathetically loud whimper that you could tell she was more than satisfied with, evident in the small laugh she let out. Every slight touch of her fingers left your body annoyingly sensitive, the longing in your cunt only growing. Teasingly, she stopped right before the edge of your underwear, caressing your skin and moving her head to look at you as she waited for your response. "Tell. Me. To. Stop."

"No, Don't..." Your words were more of a sigh than anything else.

She lifted an eyebrow at you, moving her fingertips back down your thigh. You didn't even need her to speak to know what it meant. She wanted you to work for it. Beg to have her fingers inside you. 

"Please...fuck...Don't Stop." Your words were breathy but you didn't care anymore. You were practically dripping and you needed her fingers, mouth, fucking anything to feel release. 

"Good." She smirked again before guiding her fingers over your underwear that barely kept you decent, feeling as you soaked through the fabric. 

"Fuck, you are drenched. This wet over a quick make out?" 

"I've been like this the whole night." You met her eyes as you said that, staring up at her shamelessly. 

She let out a soft groan at your words before running her hands underneath your underwear, feeling your warmth against her fingers. She looked back up at you, watching as your breathing became shallow, eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together, before continuing to focus on her hands. She collected the wetness from your entrance before guiding her fingers back to trace painfully slow circles over your clit, alternating her pattern frequently enough to not give you any proper stimulation. Your breath and desperation only increased. 

She leant into you again, biting down against your ear lobe, eliciting another whine. Her voice was low as she spoke. "It's been so long... you might have to remind you how you like to take it." Her fingers began to gradually circle faster around your clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make your head spin. "Was it like this?" In response you could only move your hips down against her, attempting to increase the friction by any means possible. Noticing your actions, she simply pulled her hand away, causing you to let out a soft cry.

"Or... was it like this?" She rubbed a finger through your slick folds before pushing inside, curling it against your g-spot and slowly sliding back down your walls. The simple gesture of her fingers inside you caused your eyes to roll back in your head as you once again slumped back against the wall in frustration. 

"Fuck, Alexia. Just do something." As soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you had bit your tongue. Cautiously gazing up at her, her expression was what could only be described as amused though you were almost certain it was not sincere. She shook her head slightly in disbelief before putting on another shit eating grin. 

"So brave..." Before you could even think to say anything she unceremoniously spun you back to the sink basin, keeping your back against her chest as her hands steadied you against it. You looked back at her over your shoulder, more confused than anything else. 

"What are yo-"

She used her hand to angle your chin forcefully back to the mirror. "Shut up and grip the counter."

You did as you were told. Frankly, you were in no position to argue when you were ready to do just about anything to satisfy the building need inside you. You watched the mirror as Alexia hiked up your dress to your hips, exposing your underwear. Running her hands along your back, she moved the zipper fully down before tugging the hem of it upwards. "Off." She demanded next to your ear. You wasted no time pulling it over your head in one swoop and discarding it to the floor, a pink flush appearing in your cheeks as you remembered your decision earlier that day to not wear a bra for comfort purposes, regretting it more than anything as you watched how Alexia took her time to run her eyes up and down the length of your body in the reflection. When she caught your eye again, her smirk only grew at your flustered appearance, which if anything, only made you more flushed. Slowly she began to drag your underwear down your legs, gaze intent on watching just how wet you had gotten for her. Even the simple graze of her fingers down your legs felt like enough to make you explode. You stepped out of them awkwardly from your compromising position, feeling as the cold air hit you. 

Her veined hands wrapped around the base of your neck, thumb acting to angle your head firmly back to the mirror. "Keep your eyes on mine yeah?" Her words were paired by her thumb softly caressing your jaw though her firm grip on your neck reminded you of her true intentions. You looked at your reflection then, namely the way your hair had lost any essence of normality thanks to Alexia's forcefulness, but also at how easily you had let yourself end up in this current position. You were on full display in front of her with nothing left to spare and she hadn't done anything but remove her jacket. 

Suddenly, your scrutiny was interrupted by the feeling of her knee prying the back of your legs open as her other arm curved around the front of your stomach gliding further down. Her two fingertips ran against your folds, going lower to toy you with your entrance. Your hands gripped the counter tighter as you struggled to keep your eyes from folding over in pure bliss. You felt as your arousal pooled along her fingers.

"Don't get that shit on me." She met your eyes in the mirror as she warned and you knew better than to question her. 

You could barely ruminate in the feeling before she slipped both digits in, causing your mouth to fall agape, eyes fixated on her as you let out a tortured gasp. Despite how ready you were, the lack of preparation you got was enough to make you clench around her. Slowly she pulled her fingers out before pumping into you again, making sure to toy with your g spot as she curled up inside you. She knew exactly how and where you wanted her, continuing to fuck you slowly, as she hit every single angle which made you arch your back into her chest. She moved her hand from your chin to caress the curve of your shoulders and down your chest, taking your left nipple in between her fingers before pinching it, sending a spike of pain through your nerves whilst simultaneously causing a flood of heat to your core. She continued to rub you between her fingers as her other hand moved in and out of you, painstakingly steady. As she curled into you again, you arched off her, which she quickly undid, forcing her arm back to push you back further onto her. 

"Alexia-" you whimpered, the movement of her fingers filling you again and again.

"Words." She bit back, gaze darkened.

"God, you feel so good." You didn't even recognise your voice, high-pitched and filled with a desperation that was embarrassingly obvious. You tried to grind down against her in order to quicken the pace, causing her palm to press against your clit with every move and sending your head backwards as you bared your neck. 

"I know." Her voice was more breathy than before, though she tried hard to not show it. You could tell that watching you fuck yourself on nothing but her fingers was enough to stroke that massive ego of hers as well as stir a building need to ruin you. 

It was when she began to thrust in and out of you with a devastating pace that you felt all semblance of composure slip. Your hands gripped the counter tighter as your knees shook from the sensation, barely holding onto your weight. Noticing your struggle, you watched as her arms flexed in the mirror, supporting your body and keeping you pressed against her. Your eyes opened to find her own in the mirror, glancing at you, half-lidded, gaze burning with lust and control. You watched the way her hair fell across her shoulder, the way her muscles tensed as she worked her hands, the way she smiled at you when you found her eyes again. A strangled, louder moan escaped your lips, the mix of her composure and the pace of her fingers sending you into complete overdrive. 

She lent close to your ear, slowing her fingers a bit, forcing you to pay attention to her words. 

"Unless you want your little girlfriend to hear how much you love my fingers in you, be fucking quiet." You gave her a soft nod, biting your lip as you met her stare in the mirror. You couldn't help but feel your heart drop at the mention of Ona. This was so wrong. But you couldn't deny how much you wanted this. Needed this. Needed her. Just tonight. So you let yourself drown in the feeling. You let yourself slip through the cracks as she lent back and moved inside you faster. And when she slipped a 3rd finger in, the line between pain and pleasure became so hazy, you could barely keep yourself up. 

"Wait...Fuck," You tried to plead.

"Just take it." Her voice was low and demanding, using her spare hand to grip your waist. You bit down on your lip once more, trying to contain your cries. You tried your best to relax around her but against her harsh speed, it barely made a difference. A tear rolled down your cheek, vision clouding from sheer overstimulation but even then, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, exacerbated by her palm pressing harder on your clit, circling with about the same speed. Your mouth dropped open slightly but you managed to bite your tongue, silently taking every last part of her fingers. 

She tapped your leg then with her spare hand. "Lift." You tried your best, limbs weak as you moved your knee up to the counter, feeling yourself open up even more. Using this new angle to her advantage, Alexia began moving into you harder, sending your head into a spin.

Just as she did a knock came from outside, the door knob rattling as the door started to shake in its place. Your head snapped to it, breath stilling. A few Spanish voices was all you could make out from the other side, nothing but a distant mumble. But Alexia didn’t stop. Instead, she simply kicked her leg out, slamming the door back into its locked position, her fingers refusing to cease as she spoke back. "Ocupada." The feeling of Alexia's teeth sinking into your shoulder blade sent your head flying back to the mirror as you cried out, the pain sharp, sending heat through your body. 

"Watch..." She spoke against your skin, gripping your chin in her hands, this time unwavering as you drew towards your high. "Or I stop."

You were a fucking mess. Splayed out in a borderline pornographic way, your forehead had a slight sheen of sweat, hair sticking to your scalp as your face grew more than a little lewd, pupils blown out, mouth agape and lips still swollen from before. Your moans had reduced to nothing more than incoherent mumbles of yes and fuck, her occasional, low, spanish grunts filling your ears as she watched you break. You held her eyes in the mirror as you rocked your hips against her hand, chasing your high and watching as the smirk plastered on her face only grew as you became more and more wrecked. You would call it cock-drunk but all it took was her stupid fucking hands. You could feel the pressure in your core building with every move and you weren't sure whether you could hold out for much longer. Letting out a soft keen, you dropped most of your weight to her arms. 

"I'm so fucking close" you mumbled. 

"Yeah? You wanna come?" Her gaze was still steady on yours, magnetic and dominating. 

"Mhm." 

"Ya sabes qué hacer." The smile in her words more obvious now.

"Please...I-" your words were cut short by a moan as she curled her fingers against your walls. "Fuck. Please let me come." You managed.

"Mmm who gets you this fucking wet?" Her voice was so mocking and you couldn't care less.

The answer was simple. "You."

"¿Quién sabe cómo hacerte sentir tan bien?"

"You."

"Say my name." Her words trailed off into a strangled breath.

"Alexia. Please." You whimpered.

"Again." Her tone was harsher now, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she gripped you further back onto her, listening to the way you keened her name. 

"Alexia..." You moaned slightly louder. 

"Slut." Her words contained a hint of a chuckle as she grabbed your hair into a ponytail, forcing your neck back. 

She pressed down harder and harder, moving at a destructive pace against you. You held her eyes as she curled against your g spot, searing pleasure throughout your heat and sending you over the edge. Hot, white ecstasy coursed through your body, your weight fully dependent on her arms as the throbbing in your cunt quickly turned into oversensitivity, You felt your eyes brim with tears, causing her to slow her hand and pull out of you, wiping her fingers on your thigh. 

She barely gave you a second to come down from your high, spinning you around forcefully to face her. She looked deeply into your eyes, angling your head up as she moved closer to you. Wanting nothing more than to taste her soft lips after her brutality, your eyes fluttered closed. You waited desperately. When the lack of anything on your mouth became more apparent, you opened your eyes to find her still staring down at you, inches away, smirking as she ran her fingers on your jaw. Without another word Alexia turned on her heels and exited the bathroom door, leaving you here. Alone. And completely undone. 

#woso community #woso fanfics #barcelona women #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso smut #woso #woso fic

[emmaiooo]

you're weak.

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6:43 PM.

“we’re still on tonight right?”

      “sorry. can’t.”

“why???”

“hello…?”

you huffed at the message, why is he not responding? it's not like he has some teen boy shit to do. opening your phone once again, you dialed geto. “yo it’s geto, leave a message after the beep.” you sighed, “you guys didn’t abandon me right..?” you whispered after the beep, then hung up and laid on your bed. 

NEXT DAY - 7:56 AM.

“morning guys!” you smiled happily at the duo, bringing your hand up to give gojo a high-five, like you always do. “oh uh, not right now y/n, we have class.” gojo shuffled away from your presence. you froze. “o-okay.” you gave him a weak smile, and turned around to walk to your class. as you walked away, you saw from the corner of your eye that geto was whispering something to gojo. damn, where is shoko?

4:12 PM

“here.” shoko handed you a drink as you were sitting on the stairs of jujutsu high. you looked up, shoko had a cig in her mouth as you grabbed the sparkling soda from her hand. “thanks.” you mumbled. you both sat there in silence, waiting for someone to say something. “seems like they’re ignoring you.” shoko said, finally breaking the silence. “where were you shoko?” you asked, opening the soda can. “had a bunch of tests for medical school, passed with flying marks.” shoko smiled as she made a peace sign next to her face. “hah, really? you definitely cheated.” you giggled, letting out a breathy laugh. “i’m…going to go to medical school now, so i’ll be absent more.” shoko said, taking a breath from her cig. “oh…okay.” you said quietly, looking down. shit. now what are you going to do? you wished you were in a normal highschool, with a normal amount of kids, so there's not only just four people in your grade. you don’t even have anyone to hang out with now, no one to talk to. even the first years shunned you. haibara said he had bad feelings from you, and nanami is just not talkative and listens to haibara. utahime didn’t like you either, and mei mei is only interested in getting money, which you had none of. stupid fucking curse. your cursed technique always scared people, you had sharp fangs and always had a pale look on you. you looked like you were cosplaying as a vampire to normal human beings. everyone hated you because you were scary to look at. 

FEW MONTHS LATER - 11:30 AM - THREE SECOND YEAR STUDENTS SENT TO TAKE CARE OF A SPECIAL GRADE CURSE; ONE SEVERELY INJURED.

“you’re so fucking stupid! can’t even do one thing right when we asked you to! this doesn’t make sense at all, you are a special grade sorcerer!” gojo yelled at you, you have never seen him this mad before. “sa-” you said, before getting cut off by gojo. “don’t call me satoru. it’s gojo to you.” he spat out, looking at you without his glasses, which had long been gone since the fight with the curse. “g-gojo, we still managed to kill the curse, and shoko can use rct on geto!” you tried reasoning with satoru. indeed, it was your fault that you made a small mistake on the mission, but gojo couldn’t be blaming the whole thing on you right? geto can survive this, the doctor’s said it too. you don’t get why gojo is so upset about this whole ordeal. gojo groaned loudly, “y/n this is why you can’t do shit. i’m going to talk to yaga about not having any missions with you anymore, you can go on missions by yourself. you’re a special grade anyway.” gojo rolled his eyes as he started to walk back into geto’s room. you sat there, letting all the words sink in. just one more year, one more year with them and you can finally leave. 

2 MONTHS LATER - 9:23 PM

“y/n! are you okay? where does it hurt?” shoko ran to you, “you’re so stupid, why did you go alone on this mission?” shoko was panicking, already trying to heal you after you called her when you were on the brink of death. “uhm…i…” your eyes were blurry, looking around and spotted two males. you could see the anger in gojo’s eyes and the horror in geto’s face. “did you exorcise the curse?” geto asked calmly. shit..you forgot geto needed the curse to eat. “no..” you looked away from him. “oh my god y/n!” gojo groaned and put his hand on his head. “the best thing you could’ve done for us was to trap the curse and wait for us to get here! but now we lost a special grade for geto to absorb.” gojo was clearly irritated. “b-but the curse could’ve killed me! how could you say that?” you cried, thinking about how unreasonable gojo could be. “you’re a special grade and still can’t seem to carry out a simple task, you’re weak.” gojo said with venom, making your heart hurt. “she did her best gojo.” shoko tried to reason with him, still healing your wounds, “and that was good enough.” 

the next day, your wounds were all healed, and your mind was clear. 

“y/n, you sure about moving to kyoto?” - geto

        “yea.”

“alright, we’ll miss you.” 

like hell they would, you thought to yourself. they wouldn’t understand no matter how much you explained to them your feelings. especially gojo, he was born as the strongest, the whole world power balanced after he was born. you could never compare to someone like him. 

get stronger.

the words rang through your head. 

get stronger. 

and you will. 

(honestly this did not turn out the way i wanted it, might get a rework.)

#angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader angst #geto x reader angst #shoko x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #fanfic #sad #writing is hard #weak

[ellecdc]

Come Back, Be Here (part 7)

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 4.5K

CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, amnesia, healing/blood and injury, Bellatrix's cursed knife, angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N, character death

Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. It's now October 31st, and the Order has a plan.

Narcissa Black Malfoy was many things. She was a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a wife, a new mother, a Malfoy, and a Black. She was a proud pureblood, a cunning Slytherin, a noble woman, a powerful witch, and exceedingly loyal.

It was this last trait that seemed to be causing her the most problems, however.

Loyalty. 

It was her loyalty that caused her to bite her tongue and smile when her husband announced that he had joined the ranks of the Dark Lord, who promised to bring the purebloods glory and to protect them from the likes of muggles and mudblood’s who were threatening their way of life. It was because of her loyalty that when her sister asked her to hide something of grave importance to the Dark Lord, even though the object exuded Darkness and Evil, she hid it in the rafters of their attic. 

And it was because of her loyalty that when her baby cousin showed up at Malfoy Manor covered in blood, ash, and rubble with a lifeless body hanging limp in his arms begging for her help that she responded with, ‘bring her to the cellar’. 

Narcissa needn’t wonder how she got here; she knew all too well. She was loyal, and she protected her own.

When exactly her disowned blood-traitor Gryffindor cousin’s muggle-born partner became one of her own, Narcissa wasn’t sure. 

(The day you ‘died’)

“What have you done!?” Narcissa gritted through her teeth as she pulled the clothing off of the nearly-dead-witch’s body.

“’Cissa, please, I couldn’t leave her there-”

“Why not!?”

“She’s – she’s Sirius’, she’s...” Regulus took a steadying breath. “She’s Sirius’, Narcissa.” 

“For crying out loud.” Narcissa growled. She wanted to argue, she wanted to scream and curse and tell him to dump this witch back where he’d found her. But she knew...

She knew she would have likely done the same. 

When her son Draco was born, Narcissa had never felt so alone; her mother was long passed, her father was distant and cold, Bellatrix was insane, and she had long ago lost her favourite sister.

She thought at that moment of Andromeda and her husband and daughter.

If this had been Ted Tonks lying nearly dead on a hastily conjured drafting table, or their daughter Nymphadora...

Narcissa knew; her dog-like loyalty and her dragon-like possessiveness knew no bounds. 

So, she pulled on all the blasted magic she could think of – light, dark, and ancient. Types of Oriental, coastal, Scandinavian and Aboriginal magic; anything and everything she could possibly think of to bring this witch back from the brink of death.

 Spending her life as a dedicated pureblood meant spending a lot of time hiding away in libraries – no one could scold you for it, and you could hide away from whatever nonsense they were currently shoving down your throat. She thanked the deities for all of that time spent researching now. 

Thoroughly exhausted and covered in another person’s blood, Narcissa stepped back as the witch finally took a breath on her own.

“Thank you, Narcissa.”

“Do not go thanking me yet, cousin.” Narcissa huffed. “What exactly is it you plan to do with her?”

Regulus stared dumbly at her. “Uhm...well, return her?”

Narcissa rolled her eyes. “Right, and then the Dark Lord suspects a traitor amongst his followers and kills us all for the act of disloyalty. Really cousin, did you hit your head in this battle or something?”

“Well, what do you suggest I do then, Narcissa, since you are clearly so much smarter than I?” He questioned hotly.

“This is not my mess, Regulus. You should have left her there to die.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Narcissa asked incredulously.

“Why should she have to die? Hm? Because she was born into the wrong family? Does that make her evil? Fate does not make us evil, Narcissa; choices do. I did not choose to live as a pureblood, I was only born into this life. But I chose to follow the Dark Lord, and I chose to join this war. I choose to aim my wand at people who raise their wands in defense whilst I wield mine in hope for power and glory. So why her? Why should she die while I go home to eat from my silver spoon that was promised to me at birth?”

Narcissa balked at her cousin. “Regulus, what - what are you saying?”

But Regulus did not have a chance to respond before Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and Barty Crouch Junior followed a small house-elf down the stairs into the cellar.

“My, my, don’t tell me you’ve plundered some booty for us, dear Reggie!” Barty exclaimed excitedly. 

“What, pray tell, is the meaning of this?” Snape asked as he eyed Regulus and Narcissa skeptically. 

“We were wondering where everyone got to – oh.” Mulciber added as he stepped down into the cellar with Goyle trailing behind him. 

“I found her at the set-up.” Regulus said plainly after throwing up a hasty occlusion behind his eyes.

“I see. And why exactly is she here.” Snape asked again. 

“Did you...heal her?” Lucius guffawed.

“Why waste your energy on a pathetic mudblood?” Mulciber asked.

Narcissa stayed quiet and allowed Regulus to swim his way out of this on his own. She would not risk her own life protecting his mistake.

But what made it a mistake?

Narcissa had never once questioned the pureblood rhetoric that her parents entrenched in her. Not when she first stepped foot into Hogwarts. Not when she watched her classmates get bullied and harassed for their muddy blood. Not when it was announced she would be wed to her own cousin upon graduating from Hogwarts when she was only twelve years old, and not even when she was again announced to be wed to Lucius Malfoy instead at thirteen, after said cousin was sorted into the wrong house – bringing disgrace to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black; and not even when her older sister defected from the family by falling in love with a filthy mudblood. 

She looked at Regulus then. As the baby of the family, Regulus had seen all of this. He had witnessed the announcement of his big brother’s betrothal to his first cousin when Sirius was only ten years old. He saw the fallout and witnessed Sirius be ignored, embarrassed, and humiliated that first summer home after being sorted into the wrong house. He watched Sirius get tortured, brutalized, and starved every summer after that until he left home for good. He watched Andromeda be chastised and forced to choose between her family and her heart for falling in love with the wrong person. He watched Bellatrix descend into madness as she became more and more involved with Dark Magic.  

Regulus, the baby of the family, had witnessed all of this.

Narcissa thought of her own baby then, upstairs being looked after by a house-elf whilst she was downstairs with her husband and his house guests while they argued over who had more of a right to this unconscious witch’s body than the others. 

Did Regulus make a mistake?

Did she?

“Hmph, well, we’ll see how long this lasts.” Mulciber spat at Regulus before the five newcomers moved back upstairs leaving Narcissa alone with Regulus and the witch. 

Narcissa watched as Regulus used Legillimency to peer inside the witch’s mind before he spoke. “You’re awake.”

The only response Regulus got was the tightening of the witch’s eyes.

“Squeezing your eyes shut will not change the fact that I know you are awake.” He commented with an eyeroll.

Narcissa watched as Regulus continued to monitor the witch.

“Yes, I am talking to you.” Regulus responded verbally.

A beat of silence.

“Very elegant.” He muttered.

“Indeed, you are.” He quipped again.

Narcissa watched as you peeled your eyes open and blinked against the light above you; she heard your neck crack loudly as you turned your head towards Regulus before your face fell.

“You can’t be serious?” You rasped disbelievingly. 

“Close, but no.” Regulus smirked as he stood and moved toward the table you were lying on. “The name is Regulus. Regulus Arcturus Black.”

Narcissa watched as a look of panic crossed your features as you took in Regulus.

“I don’t suppose you happen to know occlumency, do you?”

You shook your head in response.

“Shame. Well, for your sake, I hope you are a quick learner.” Regulus said before he stupefied you. 

“This just got an awful lot more complicated, Regulus.” Narcissa commented quietly.

“I know.” Regulus sighed before he turned to his cousin. “Narcissa, please, will you help me?”

Narcissa looked between her cousin – the only relative she really had left – and the unconscious witch beside him. Suddenly, the witch wasn’t just a nearly dead burden – she was a chance. An opportunity for more. An opportunity to do better. An opportunity to have better.

“I do not want this life for my son.” Narcissa admitted quietly.

“What?”

“I do not want Draco growing up worried about who he will be betrothed to before we even send him off to Hogwarts. I do not want him watching children be jinxed or hexed for being born to the wrong family – or worse – be the child jinxing or hexing them. I do not want to watch him slowly lose every single person that ever meant anything to him because they could not adhere to the same drivel. I do not want this life for him.” She took a deep breath.

“I want more for him, Regulus. I want better.”

Regulus searched Narcissa’s face for a few moments before nodding.

“Let’s do better, then.”

October 31st

“Okay, explain the plan to me one more time.” You muttered as you continued to pace a hole through Narcissa’s vintage Persian rug. Regulus fought the urge to groan and repeated the plan that Dumbledore had discussed with him for a third time.

“Remus Lupin has been made secret keeper of the currently vacant cottage in Godric’s Hollow. He, as Peter Pettigrew, will meet the Dark Lord in the town square of Godric’s Hollow at eight o’clock tonight. He will then escort the Dark Lord to Potter’s cottage where I will be in the form of James Potter and Narcissa in the form of Lily Potter. Apparently, to no one’s surprise, Sirius has demanded he be there – so Sirius will be there in his animagus form as will Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore will be hidden under Potter’s invisibility cloak. Dumbledore has the sword of Gryffindor, and Narcissa was able to purchase Basilisk venom from Borgin & Burkes on Knockturn Alley, which means the Order will be able to slay Nagini without resorting to unforgiveables. I, however, will have no qualms firing an avada at the Dark Lord, so we will see how the rest plays out. Either way, he will die.” Regulus spouted in monotone.

You seemed to consider this as you continued pacing. “And I...”

“And you are staying here.” He said with finality.

“Why?” You asked petulantly. Regulus did not find it at all endearing.

“Because you have to look after Draco.” Narcissa offered.

You softened at the mention of the boy but seemed unconvinced. “You have a manor full of house-elves; I’m sure Dobby wouldn’t mind-”

“It has to be you, Y/N.” Narcissa said. “It needs to be someone who will not be swayed, regardless of who shows up and starts barking orders.”

Your head fell back in resignation as you looked at the ceiling. 

“Okay?” Regulus asked quietly.

“Okay.” You admitted in defeat, bringing your gaze back to him.

Regulus offered you as kind a smile as the youngest Black and a chronic Slytherin could manage. “Your nose is bleeding again.”

“God damnit.” You muttered as you conjured a tissue into your hand and held it to your nose. More and more of your memories were flooding back in, and - just as the Healer had suggested - it was extremely painful. Not only were you now privy to migraines, nose bleeds, and the occasional seizure; you had an overwhelming sense of anxiety laying its damned wet blanket over you. You were somewhat annoyed that your memories appeared to be attacking you now when you would have benefitted from not remembering all of the reasons why this plan had to go just right.  

“Why did it have to be Halloween?” You muttered miserably.

“Why did it have to be Halloween?” James whined. “I love Halloween.”

Lily patted her husband’s shoulder in sympathy, though neither her face nor her tone held any warmth. “You can love Halloween next year.” 

James and Lily stood in the doorway of 12 Grimmauld place with Harry strapped to James’ chest. Sirius triple checked their bags before shrinking them down and putting them into a backpack and placing it onto Lily’s shoulders. 

“Okay, explain the plan to me one more time.” He ordered the Potter’s. 

Lily and James shared a quick glance before the former rolled her eyes. 

“We’re heading to an undisclosed location. We are to set up protection wards the second we get there, and we are not to leave until Sirius’ patronus reaches us. If, in the event that we do not receive a patronus from Sirius or Moony in the next two days, we are to assume that the plan has failed. In that case, we are to begin heading west via muggle transportation and make our way to Ireland before boarding a flight to Canada where we are to remain for the rest of our lives.” She relayed to him in monotone. 

Sirius beamed at her and kissed her cheek. “Right-o, Red! But, not to worry, you’ll be hearing from my patronus in no time.”

Remus watched with a small smile from the staircase. He knew Sirius was trying to stay positive mostly for himself; he’s been in such a state since you were taken, and he was running on fumes waiting with bated breath for this to be over so you could return home - return to him. He had so many questions about so many things; questions for you, questions for Regulus, questions for Dumbledore. Remus watched his friend become manic, almost as if Sirius was the one expecting the full moon at the beginning of next week. The friends tried to stay patient with him, but they were all looking forward to this being over.

“It’s me and my family they’re after, I should be here to end this.” James muttered. 

“And you’re our family, Prongs. So, we’re here to end this.” Sirius responded.

“He didn’t just threaten you and Lily and Haz, he threatened all of us.” Remus added.

“I owe her my life, guys. I owe it to Vix to see this through.” He responded, shifting his gaze between his two friends.

Sirius’ eyes welled at the thought before he quickly shoved his feelings back down into his stomach – he’d deal with those later; for now, he had a megalomaniac to kill. 

“You’ll have the rest of your life to make it up to her, Prongs.” He offered with as much a smile as he could muster. 

James gave his friend a sad smile of his own before enveloping him in a bone crushing hug.

“I’ll see you soon, Pads.”

“Once the mischief is managed.” Sirius answered.

As Lily, James and Harry left Grimmauld place and apparated to location unknown, Remus and Sirius exchanged a look.

“Ready to finish this?” Sirius asked Remus.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

The clock tower in Godric’s Hollow’s town square rang signifying eight o’clock. Remus tried rubbing his clammy hands against his cloak, not wanting his hands to be slick when it came time to brandish his wand. Thankfully, with the full moon this close, and it (by the grace of every god) seeming to be a ‘manic moon’, Remus was at his strongest, and he would not be letting that go to waste. 

The rancid smell of dark magic permeated Remus’ senses signifying the arrival of Voldemort and his last horcrux.

“My dear boy,” Voldemort sang out, “are you ready to face victory in the name of your Lord.”

“Absolutely, my Lord, it is my honour to help you see this through.” He responded verbatim to what Dumbledore coached him on. 

“Lead the way.”

So, Remus did. 

In what felt like a death march, Remus (as Peter Pettigrew), a twelve-foot snake and melted-wax figure looking Tom Riddle made their way to the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow. Remus listened to the sound of his heartbeat and Nagini’s skin sliding along the gravel lane as he unlatched the hook of the fence and made his way up to the door.

He looked behind him to see Voldemort smiling victoriously at the house as it materialized in front of him. Remus turned back to the red painted door and knocked three times, paused, knocked once, paused, knocked twice more.

“Come in!” The sound of Lily’s voice filtered through the wood of the door and Remus heaved a breath before opening it in front of him. 

“Hey Pete!” James greeted as Remus stepped inside. “We just put the kid to bed, glad you could come by.” 

Remus watched as James turned his back to the door and continued toward the kitchen whilst Voldemort and Nagini let themselves in. With a quick flick of Remus’ wand, the door shut and locked behind them. No way out now, fucker.

“Come on in, Peter! I’m just making something to drink, would you like one?” Lily called from somewhere in the house as the trio continued in, watching as a cat wandered its way towards the kitchen seemingly unawares of the company behind it.

As they passed a hallway leading to a half-bath, Padfoot began to bark.

“Oh, come now Pads, it’s just Peter! You know him.” James said as he came back out into the hallway where he saw his good friend Peter in the company of Nagini and Voldemort.

Voldemort whispered something in parseltongue and in response, Nagini poised to lunge. 

When the snakes body elongated and her neck stretched as she launched to sink her fangs into James, Sirius had turned back into his regular form, and with the sword of Gryffindor swung at the snake, severing its head from the rest of its body; the snake’s body and its head fell to the ground with a sickening wet thud.

“No!” Voldemort cried before Dumbledore ripped the invisibility cloak from his form and Lily exited the kitchen. Suddenly, the forms of Lily, James and Peter and the actual Dumbledore, McGonagall and Sirius stood with their wands aimed at Voldemort. 

“What have you done?” Voldemort seethed at Remus. Remus smirked in response.

“I won.” He said simply.

Voldemort growled as he pulled his wand from his cloak, blocking an expelliarmus from Dumbledore and a bombarda from Sirius. 

“Incarcerous!” McGonagall shouted and Voldemort was bound by invisible restraints.

Dumbledore stupefied the flailing Tom Riddle and the six exchanged glances. 

“Did...did we do it? Did we just...stop Voldemort?” Sirius whispered.

“It feels sort of anti-climactic, does it not?” Lily asked before she cast a quick finite over herself, revealing Narcissa Black. Remus opted to follow suit and shed the skin of his rat of a friend.

“Narcissa?!” Sirius balked, earning him a smirk.

“Hello, cousin.”

“But, why? How?” he asked.

James followed suit and cast a finite, melting away the enchantment and leaving behind the form of Regulus Black, causing Sirius to choke back tears.

“Reggie...” he whispered reverently.

“Sirius.” Regulus responded with a curt nod, seemingly unable to meet his brothers’ eyes.

A sob tore its way through Sirius as he lunged himself at Regulus and embraced his little brother. “I can’t believe you’re alive.”

“Disappointed?” Regulus asked, seemingly unable to figure out what to do with his own arms which were pinned under Sirius’ grasp. 

“No, not in the slightest.” Sirius answered honestly as he pulled himself back from his brother only to bring his hands up to clasp either side of his brother’s face and scrutinize him. “You’re really okay?”

Regulus’ brows scrunched together at his brother’s words. “Could be worse.” Regulus responded in a whisper. 

“Why don’t we catch up later, once we have everyone together again?” Narcissa offered with a soft smile. This seemed to snap Sirius into action.

“Yes! Okay, yes. Let’s go get Y/N and then we can send the Potter’s a patronus!” He exclaimed as if were a child being told they were heading to the mall to meet Santa. 

Remus chuckled and even Regulus seemed to smirk at his brother. 

“You go, Minerva and I will escort Mr. Riddle here to the Ministry.” Dumbledore said with a wink at his four former students. “Thank you all, for your bravery and cunningness today.” 

The four offered Dumbledore varying levels of smiles: Remus a wide one, Narcissa a polite one, Regulus’ looked more like a grimace and Sirius’ mouth stayed downturned as they watched the headmaster and deputy headmistress leave with Voldemort in tow. 

“Let’s get the band back together.” Remus announced, and Narcissa held out a portkey for Remus and Sirius to use to travel to Malfoy Manor.

“See you there.” Narcissa said as she and Regulus spun and apparated to return to you. 

Regulus and Narcissa were just heading toward the vine covered gate when Remus and Sirius fell unceremoniously from the sky. 

“Fuck, I hate portkey’s” Sirius commented as he stood with a grimace and wiped grass stains off his jacket. 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Narcissa commented from her place as the two men joined her.

“That’s like asking a fish not to swim, dear Cissy.” Sirius responded with a smirk.

Narcissa gave him a fond eyeroll before leading the way to the hidden library.

“PUT THE BOY DOWN!” The shrill voice of Bellatrix could be heard. The sound caused each of their throats to tighten as they all took off in a run towards the library.

“Get away from us!” Sirius heard you shout back. 

As the four of them rounded the corner, Sirius saw you standing with a crying Draco Malfoy in your one arm as you bounced him consolingly while your wand was in the other aimed at Bellatrix in front of you. Behind Bellatrix stood Barty Crouch Junior and Mulciber. 

“Bella!” Narcissa called causing the witch to turn her onyx gaze on her for a second, though her wand never faltered in its aim at you.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, NARCISSA?!” She screeched. 

“Bellatrix, get away from my son this instant.” Narcissa barked. Remus took this opportunity to try to move closer to you and Draco, which earned a purple spell being shot at him from Junior’s wand.

Suddenly emersed in some kind of gothic-style Western standoff, every witch and wizard in the library had their wands pointed at someone and someone’s wand pointed at them. One errant sneeze and someone would avada or be avada’d. 

“Bella, you’re frightening Draco.” Narcissa tried quietly.

“He’s frightened, Cissa, because you’ve left him alone with the likes of a FILTHY MUDBLOOD.” 

“It’s over, Bellatrix.” Sirius shouted. “Voldemort has been captured, he’s on his way to Azkaban as we speak.”

Bellatrix’s already rage filled face contorted in pure outrage. As the Death Eaters were distracted by the news of their leaders down fall, Regulus and Remus began duelling with Mulciber and Junior. Narcissa and Sirius both shot curses and hexes at Bellatrix at the same time, but she quickly defected.

“You, you-you FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR. You’ve betrayed your kind and defied OUR LORD, YOU INSOLENT-” As Bellatrix continued to rage, you began to slowly side-step your way over to Narcissa and Sirius while cooing at Draco. Sirius kept his gaze locked on you as you kept yours on Bellatrix, and both of your wands stayed on their mark. Remus had Mulciber in a muggle choke hold looking far too pleased with himself as Regulus cast an expeliarmus at Junior.

“YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! I KNEW BETTER THAN TO LET THOSE STUPID, STUPID MEN USE YOU AS THEIR PLAYTHING.” Bellatrix seethed at you, now standing directly beside Sirius, keeping the arm holding Draco just behind him. “YOU WEREN’T EVEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR A WHORE!”

At this, Sirius shot a curse at her which she deflected and began rallying more off. Bellatrix brought her other hand up to her hair and then swung her hand forward. Flying towards Sirius, you and Draco was Bellatrix’s cursed blade.

Narcissa took but half a step to her right, placing herself directly in front of you as she cast an avada kadavra at her sister. Bellatrix’s eyes rolled back as she fell to the ground with a thud and the room became deathly quiet save Draco’s sniffles. 

“Oh my gods.” Sirius breathed.

Remus and Regulus were readying their captives for the Auror department as Sirius turned to face his cousin, only to find her holding her chest as blood seeped through her robes and fingers.

Narcissa slowly began sinking to the ground as you gasped and held Draco’s head to your shoulder to shield his view.

“Cissa, no!” Sirius cried as he helped lower his cousin onto the rug. Narcissa took some gasping breaths as she looked at Sirius and you, and then at her son. 

“Y/N.” Narcissa called weakly.

“I’m here, Narcissa.” You offered through a sob. 

“Take care of my son. Take care of Draco, please.” She begged you.

She turned her gaze to Sirius. “I want better for him. I don’t-I don’t want...” She trailed off as she choked, blood appearing in the corners of her mouth. “I don’t want him to be raised with so much hate. I want – I want him to only know love.”

She looked back to you as you bounced her son back and forth. “Make sure he knows love for me?”

You nodded emphatically as tears trailed down your face. “I promise to do good by you; both of you. He will always be safe with us, Narcissa.”

“And loved.” Sirius added. 

Narcissa smiled at the two of you. “Thank you.” She said as she closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. 

Narcissa Black Malfoy was many things. She was a daughter, a sister, and a cousin. She was a wife, and new mother. She was a Slytherin, a noble woman, and a powerful witch.

Narcissa Black Malfoy was extremely loyal. And it was this last trait that cost Narcissa her life. 

Continue to the finale here.

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[marymary-diva17]

The ones left behind (2)

Sully family x reader + tarsem and others

The great mother always seems to have plans for her children no matter if they are born Navi or human. Now life has changed for many since the departure of the omatacayia, as they need to leave their home but most of them didn’t leave on good terms. Life had gone on for everyone there was still some sorrow. There had been some happiness that had been discovered during this time of sorrow.

Y/n " ......" you are humming a song while doing some work in the home you share with your mate tarsem, yes you and tarsem had become mates after you had been given an avatar body. The avatar body as the thing that saved your from the brink of death two year ago.

tarsem " ma y/n I home"

y/n " welcome home my love you have been missed" tarsem soon placed his bow and caught of the day down, as he sat down and kissed you.

tarsem “ it good to be home after being gone for so long”

y/n “ it good to have you home my husband”

Tarsem “ well I have many reasons to come home my wife” tarsem soon smirk towards you making you role your eyes at him.

tarsem “ so how was everything when I was away”

y/n “ it was good I and norm had worked on away to help us avoid the RDA, since two half years ago after we discovered a way to make the avatar bodies last forever and make a new one for spider”

tarsem “ spider has always been Navi even when he looked human, so did you my love that what made you beautiful”

y/n “ oh so I’m not beautiful anymore”

tarsem “ you will always me beautiful my love” tarsem soon learned into a another kiss and your kissed him back. Soon the moment between you two had been interrupted when the sound of something else had gotten both adults attention.

tarsem “ my turn”

y/n “ no fair you cheater” tarsem had soon taken off into the home stepping into the room he shares with his mate, and soon came back into the common area holding two babies in his arms.

tarsem “ sempu is sorry for not coming to see me mighty warrior boys, wow you two are getting big and strong one day you will be like your dad” you soon smile as tarsem soon sat down still holding onto both boys.

y/n “ what makes you think they will be warriors my love they could be like me and my grandmother, a long line of peace makers and having a connection with eywa”

tarsem “ well know how have so much energy in them so being so small, and they kinda of remaining me of when I was young and remind me of your brothers as well” you had become quite after hearing your mates words, it had been two half years since your last saw your family. Speaking with them had become rare occurrence as it was deemed unsafe by Jake, even after you found a safe way to communicate with them. You had stopped calling Jake dad and now address with by his name and, you no longer called neytiri mom as well. None of your family knew you were now bonded to your avatar body, along with being mates and mother now. You had felt your are no longer connected to with your siblings and spider felt like, he lost his friends.

tarsem " ma y/n I'm sorry for bring up the past it was awful of me"

y/n " it okay tarsem" one of your sons had reached out towards you and you soon took him from tarsem.

y/n " don't worry my loves mama is okay everything will be okay"

norm " hey everyone"

tarsem " norm welcome"

spider " hey everyone aww the little guys are awake"

y/n " hello spider yes they are up"

tsu'tey " we came to see how you all were doing and see how the new members of the clan have been doing"

tarsem " they are doing well"

spider " so what are you going to name them or we are still going to call them babies or little ones"

y/n " we have decided one the names for the boys"

tarsem " yes we are going to name them Ako and Arawo"

tsu'tey " those are perfect names for twins it custom for twins, and will be good for them when they grow older"

y/n " yes prefect name for our boys" ako was the oldest in tarsem arms and looks for navi then his brother arawo who had inherited, your human features of five fingers and eyebrows.

spider " well I love their names and thanks for allowing me to be their uncle"

y/n " you have always been like a brother to be spider and you have been there for me as well, we all have been through alot over these years"

norm " yes there is some news I have come to share with you"

y/n " share what news norm"

norm " some of the others have lost faith that Jake will actually let us join them or even come back to the forest, and if they do come back they might make life elsewhere"

y/n " ......."

spider : yes some of the navi had mentioned that and it has been years since we last saw everyone, we are now adults and the twins mark the first kids born in this small clan"

y/n " I still wish to ave faith we will see them again but if we don't, then we will wish the best for them and move on with our lives"

tsu'tey " your grandmother made the right decision on making you her successor" you had nodded your head at tsu'tey statement you did become this small clan tshaik, and where there for everyone during hard times.

y/n " we will either get a sign from eywa if we should go to the reef clan and join them or word from Jake sully himself, but we need to get ready and wait"

spider " understood do you think they miss us"

y/n " yes spider we will always have a special relationship with them" the group had stayed that the home that night for dinner and conversation, helping the twins get use to walking a bit and help learning some words in navi and English. It will take another month until Jake will make contact saying they were allowed to come, it had been many years and hearing these words had not that much effect on everyone.

Days later

y/n " ........." the group had traveled after they packed all they needed and soon made home, on the inland that the humans were given to live on. The you and the other navi and avatar had decided to help set up base and get everything ready.

max " well we have everything set up here"

norm " well we will be seeing everyone soon enough"

y/n " yes it seems like they had found us some homes to stay there"

tarsem " whatever happens my love I will be here and if need I will ask Jake and neytiri to leave if needed"

tsu'tey "good for you my brother standing up for your mate and children"

norm " spider will be staying with me and tsu'tey along with avroke"

avroke " I'm good with that the others will be staying in the other homes, as the rest of the avatars will stay here in these tents"

y/n " that good"

Scientist " yes I think it best if we stay here and only send a few of you towards the village"

y/n " okay but I'm still worried about the twins what if someone see them"

tsu'tey " carry them in the basket when we are moving into our new homes or carrying them in thier baby carries but use this shall to cover them"

tarsem " that will work and they are asleep at the moment so it will be good"

y/n " yes well let get going" the group soon took off on their ikrans it was good, that none of the members of the clan where near by as the group had been welcome by some warriors and Scouts. they had been shown their homes but while walking there they were getting looks.

scouts " this where you all will be staying"

y/n " thank you"

tarsem " yes thank you this home will be good" they had been helped moving thier stuff, but as you stepped into the home that was given to tarsem.

scout 2 " excuse me y/n the daughter of toruk makto will be living with his family and that you"

y/n " yes but I'm old enough to live here"

tarsem " she and I are a mated pair so she will be staying with me if that fine"

scout 3 " no that okay we didn't know her father didn't tell us"

tsu'tey " as he doesn't know yet so please don't share the news as it for them to share, so please respect their wishes"

scout " yes we will toruk makto and his family will be back sometime later on today, with tonowari and his family along with anyone else they might wish to see you all"

y/n " thank you and thank you for helping us move stuff" the Scouts and warriors soon left leaving the group to go into homes, and soon set everything up.

tarsem " Jake sully is going to lose it when he hears the news"

y/n " well he will have to accept it as we all have been apart for so long, they can't think we will all stay the same"

tarsem " yes that is true but I can't wiat for our children to meet your siblings and mo'at they will see soon they have, a big and happy family"

y/n " yes they will soon meet everyone else but the matter of Jake and neytiri will be dealt with later on" tarsem nodded his head he had lost respect for Jake and neytiri along with most of the clan. After a while everything was set up and the home was looking good, when you heard footstep running towards your home.

???? " they said she came here spider and everyone else were living, over here"

????? " I can't wait to see y/n again along with everyone else" you and tarsem soon looked up and saw, your siblings standing there with three other kids behind them.

neteyam " tarsem"

tarsem " hello everyone wow all of you have grown and changed over the years"

lo'ak " it good to see you again but have you see our sister we were told she came here"

y/n " hello baby brother wow you have grown so much" soon all four kids had looked at you, along with the three others behind them.

tuk " y/n"

y/n " hello tuk tuk you have become older and now taller" tuk soon smiled and hugged you she was soon joined by your three other siblings.

kiri " how is this possible you have a avatar body"

y/n " we made one after you all left and soon I did the ritual"

neteyam " wait so you are like us now"

y/n " yes I'm"

lo'ak " that so amazing wiat I see you to meet our friends my Tsireya and her brother aonung and rotxo"

tsireya " hello we have heard so much about you it good to meet you"

y/n " yes hello"

aonung " we had been told you came here and went to the sully homes to see you were not there"

rotxo " yes we were hoping to meet you and a boy named spider"

kiri : wiat where is spider is he with the other can we go see them"

spider " right here kiri long time no see everyone" everyone soon turned around and saw spider as navi looking at them. beef spider could say anything else he was soon hugged by kiri and lo'ak.

lo'ak " wow bro you are the same height as neteyam now that amazing and you are navi now as well"

spider " yeah I got my avatar body finally and I owe your sister for it"

kiri " I knew one day you will get one I'm so happy"

tuk " yes now can all have fun again like we did in the past"

norm " hey kids" soon norm along with tsu'tey and avroke had come to say hello to the sully children, everyone was happy reconnecting and meeting new people.

neteyam" sister we can help you move your stuff into the family home"

y/n " teyam thank you but I will be living her with tarsem"

lo'ak " don't tell us that you and tarsem are together like mated couple"

tarsem " yes is that okay with you all"

the sully kids " yes"

neteyam "that amazing we are happy for you both we always knew you two were close"

lo'ak " it good to know you have found love sister"

y/n" it seems like I was not the only one" you smile at your brother as they were standing close to tsireya and aonung.

y/n " there is something else I and tarsem wish to share with you all, as it has been so long since we all seen each other"

neteyam " sure"

y/n " well come inside and I will share with you all have a sit" soon everyone came inside and soon sat down, and you soon left the room and returned with something in your arms.

y/n " everyone I will love you all to meet my sons a Ako and Arawo" you sibling soon looked as you showed them your twin boys, who were now toddlers.

kiri " you have children"

y/n " yes there is so much you all have missed and I'm sorry I didn't tell you all sooner"

neteyam " sister it okay we left you like that and we are sorry but we are happy to have you home"

lo'ak " they are so cute"

tsireya " yes they are so cute and you are blessed to have wonderful children"

y/n " thank you"

aonung " are you sure it okay for us three to be here even due we are not family"

y/n " you all have some connections with my sibling and are very important to them if they tell you all about me and, bring you here as well so that make you family"

kiri " can I hold one of them please"

y/n " sure"

neteyam " I want to hold one as well" you laugh as your siblings and their friends were able to hold the twins, and it seems like the twins connect with them easily.

y/n " please don't tell ..."

lo'ak " mom and dad we understand it took us a long time to see they were not good to you, but we are here to help now if anything happens we will be here for you' all the older kids had left as tuk had left tp get mo'at so she can see you and meet her great grandchildren.

tarsem " see my love you have all the support in the world" the happy moment had soon been cut off, when it sound like someone else was coming. Soon enough mo'at had show herself she was happy to see you again.

mo'at " my granddaughter you have chanegd so much and it make me proud., and I here you have become mates with tarsem as well"

tarsem " yes we have and I will make sure to be loyal to her until the very end and in the after life as well"

mo'at " I know you will young man I know you will but I also have heard, we have new member born into the clan right Ako and Arawo"

y/n " yes" lo'ak and spider were with the twins right now and soon shown them to mo'at who smiled, she soon said a blessing over the boys.

mo'at " you two have done well and will keep doing well, as ewya has blessed you both to be mates and parents .... you have grown y/n and I'm sorry I was not here for that but I hope I can be there for you now"

y/n " you are always welcome in my life grandmother along with my siblings"

mo'at " thank you" The twins were being fawned over by everyone as as now sitting down and talking. The sound of movement stopping near the couple home entrance had gotten everyone attention. The happy mode that was once here was now gone as you can tell who had arrived.

y/n " it has been a while hasn't it my dear parents" you soon got up looking at Jake and neytiri, as they were now standing with tonowari and ronal.

neytiri " my daughter you are finally here it been so long"

y/n " yes it has" neytiri came towards you happy to see you, and she had failed to see the twins at the moment as they are being held by neteyam and kiri.

Jake " my girl you have an avatar body that wonderful"

y/n " it my new body sir as I"m no longer human I have done the ritual and have become navi"

Jake " what I ...."

tonowari " daughter of toruk makto y/n we have heard so much about you"

y/n " hello it nice to meet you I have meet your children as well and they are wonderful"

rotox " thank you and we are happy to have you here but hope you will be good to the clan"

y/n " we will I and my mate"

Jake " mate you are mated"

tarsem " I'm here mate that why she here with me and no home we start a life together"

Jake " that amazing I'm happy to have you as son in law my boy, I know you are right man for my daughter and all be a good husband"

ronal " we alway welcome you guest as well"

spider " hello" soon the sound a baby had gotten all four adult attention when they soon saw the twins looking at them.

neytiri " little ones who kids are these"

y/n " they are my kids with tarsem" Jake and neytiri look at their daughter as she said that to them, this was a whole shock to them.

tarsem " this is our family if you have anything to say keep it to yourself, it not good I not wish to have my kids upset"

Jake " no we don't mean anything we are just shocked everything it change so much, we missed everything and that hurts"

neteyam " sir this is not about you right now you are here to welcome old friends back after years away"

mo'at " it getting late and we all should be getting home we can talk more later on"

Jake " no we are staying to talk now we need to understand what going on"

tarsem " No I'm asking you all to leave now this my home and it best if you leave for now I don't need you upsetting my wife" Jake and neytiri wish to say more but were soon taken awya but your siblings and mo'at. Everyone else had left as well leaving the family together, tarsme and the children made you feel better but you were still broken by what happened. It was going to be a hard time to get ready for everything that will be coming.

#avatar 2 #avatar #atwow #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #sully family x reader #avatar the way of water #jake sully x daughter!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #loak x sister!reader #neteyam x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #tuk x sister!reader

[chronicowboy]

Eddie knew this was going to be a trainwreck ever since the moment Buck asked Cap if he could bring Natalia to the Grant-Nash barbecue. Now, of course, he had assumed it'd be mainly an internal trainwreck on his part, aching at the sight of Buck's arm around her waist, gritting his teeth as he smiles at her and attempts to be overtly polite. He just didn't expect the trainwreck to breach containment quite so spectacularly.

Its just...

Natalia says something about Buck's death being awesome and the entire garden falls deathly silent. Bobby's face freezes like he's caught in some terrible memory, whether its smoke or rain he's smelling, Eddie couldn't tell you. Hen steadies herself on Karen's arm, and Eddie is only the slightest bit bitter that the person he'd steady himself on isn't his to be steadied by. Maddie's eyes fill with tears almost instantaneously, and Chimney wraps her up, his own face tight with grief. Athena doesn't react beyond a poorly concealed scowl. Even Christopher has stopped playing with Denny to stare.

Still, its not quite a trainwreck until Christopher meets Eddie's eyes. The devastation on his face is enough to have the words falling off Eddie's tongue before he can bite them back.

"Awesome?" Eddie chokes out, swinging his gaze over to the happy couple. His eyes land on Buck, however, a ghostly pale, tight and drawn Buck. "What about it was awesome exactly?"

"Well, I mean, its pretty spectacular you have to admit," Natalia says, a hint of apprehension lining her words.

"Oh, sure. Spectacular. That's exactly how I'd describe it." Eddie nods, lets a cold, rueful laugh bubble up from inside of him and it feels like its been building ever since he joked about lightning striking twice. "What exactly about it was spectacular? His heartbroken sister sobbing in a hospital hallway, wondering if she'd have to watch another brother die? Oh, or was it his captain praying desperately by his bedside because he couldn't bear the thought of losing another child? Was that spectacular? Or was spectacular his brother-in-law's guilt heavy with grief and anchoring him to the hospital room because he thought he was supposed to be the one on the ladder? No." Eddie shakes his head, eyes darting to Buck's blank shock. "Do you know what was really spectacular? The eleven-year-old boy in the hospital waiting room begging to see his Buck on the brink of death just to ask him to come back. Was that spectacular?"

"N-no, of course not," she stammers out, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just..."

Eddie ignores her, eyes locked onto Buck's faraway stare. He takes a step closer, tries not to preen when Buck's eyes immediately focus on him.

"You think she sees you?" Eddie asks, voice raw and way too honest for an entire family and a stranger to hear. "She can't see past the lightning bolt, Buck. But I've been here the whole time." Its here that his voice breaks, cracking into an ugly, pained whisper. "Seeing you, just waiting for you to see me too." He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head, takes a step back. "Chris, its time to go, come on."

Eddie grabs their jackets from where they're folded over the back of a garden chair and puts a hand on Christopher's back when he's close enough. Eddie doesn't look back as they disappear into the house, but he catches Maddie's mumbled thank you when they pass.

The ride home is silent, Christopher's eyes teary and Eddie's throat still clogged with the words he left unsaid. They'll talk when they get home. Eddie will ask Buck to talk later too, not an apology for the words, but for how they were said.

Its fine, they have time.

But the blare of truck horns feels a lot like a wake up call.

#sami rambles #i can see a car crash cliffhanger i cannot lie. #everything this season feels too ominous for it not to come to fruition in the worst of ways #911 spoilers #911 spec #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 spec fic #911 show #911 fox #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #firefam #christopher diaz #btw i know natalia doesn't mean it like this. i just think eddie's emotions would get the better of him in the end

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! First of all, Merry Christmas and New Year, I wish you only the best and much prosperity 💫

And now with the idea, what do you think of a Daenerys Targaryen-style reader? An orphan from an overthrown dynasty who, when her husband dies, somehow manages to bring three dragons to life. The difference is that she ascended to Valhalla and her dragons (who are like her children) go with her and she meets (separately) with:

- Hades

- Poseidon

- Qin Shi Huang

Since they are kings and she was the one who restored their dynasty even after dying (as a detail, inc3st was not practiced in her family, they could tame dragons by magic) it would be interesting to see how the dragons carefully observe the men so that they do not overdo it with their mother (Oh how about Cerberus and the dragons know each other! Aww that would be cute) plus it would be funny because Zeus literally has one as a chair.

Very long but it's the idea haha, I hope you want to do it, it would be my birthday gift since I'm celebrating my birthday these days, I admired you and happy holidays!

Hello my dear one and happy birthday! I wish you a happy one and many more! I know who this character is but that’s about the extent of it (I never watched Game of Thrones- please don’t hate me) but with what you given me I will do my best! I hope you like it!

-With death came new life, just with the passing of the man you loved- the man you called your husband, you welcomed new life, managing to hatch three baby dragons, ones that saw you as their mother.

-You were an orphan from a once powerful dynasty, that was overthrown and you were taken by your husband in a chance to have your life spared, and instead of being a prisoner, you were treated as an equal by him, and you grew to love him just as he loved you.

-That’s why it hurt so much when he passed, your grief inconsolable, and the gift he had given you, three dragon eggs, that were centuries old, that never hatched, felt your tears as you wept over them, and from your tears, came your babies, your dragons.

-You became known as the Mother of Dragons, and your power and fame grew as you took over your husband’s dynasty after proving yourself worthy.

-You traveled all over the world, taking dynasties and empires from cruel leaders, ones who only saw others as steppingstones, while you saw them as equals, bringing empires back from the brink.

-You passed with your dragons by your sides, after someone assassinated you, wanting your power, and your dragons, taking their own revenge, killed the assassin and razed your empire to the ground, so none could have it.

-Your babies came with you to Valhalla, ascending alongside you as they chose to perish in the fires that they started, dying alongside you, not willing to be apart from their mother.

-You were regarded as a queen in Valhalla, many respecting you, especially other leaders, and seeing your dragons cemented that you were indeed very powerful, as you could control them with ease, but that made sense, since you were their mother.

-There were so many other kings and rulers in Valhalla, one’s that you had learned about in history, as well as gods who were considered kings, like Poseidon and Hades, ruling over the seas and the underworld, respectively.

-There was a vast difference between the rulers, like how they ruled, what part of the world or the heavens they came from, ages, powers, looks- there were so many, and now you were a part of that number.

-Hades- He met you through Cerberus, after your babies saw the giant hound and went to say hello, playing with him, and Cerberus’ barks were what alerted Hades to the ‘intruders’. He was surprised to see three young dragons playing with his watchdog, but his shock grew, seeing you across the way, looking so ethereal, smiling up at the dragons and the hound. When he came over, you bowed your head politely, introducing yourself and he bowed back, returning it and you were surprised to meet the ruler of the underworld. Hades was polite and kind to you, knowing your history and knowing your strength, he knew that you were very powerful and were not to be underestimated by any means. Hades sat with you, talking about random things, finding himself attracted to you, and your babies were watching this closely, not sure of this unknown man being so close to their mama. It wasn’t until Hades got a bit closer that your youngest came over, wedging himself between the two of you and cuddling you close, sending a glare to Hades, challenging him. Hades couldn’t help but laugh while you playfully scolded your baby, telling him off for being so rude.  

-Poseidon- He wasn’t sure of what to make of the three dragons playing in the ocean by the shoreline, splashing around, having fun, but he heard the melodious sound of laughter, and his eyes were drawn to you. You were a vision of loveliness, smiling so brightly as you held your skirts up in the water, splashing around with your babies, giggling at their antics. At his approach your babies quickly went into defense mode, eyes locked on him as they all leapt in front of you, protecting you. You were quick to calm them, approaching, touching their heads gently, “It’s all right little ones, go back to playing.” You bowed your head to him, apologizing on behalf of your children. You were… unusual, for a human, you were respectful to him, but he could sense your power- you were a powerful warrior, and your command over your dragons was impressive, as Poseidon introduced himself to you and you did the same. Your babies were cautious with this unknown man but did nothing other than kept an eye on him as the two of you sat in the sand, after Poseidon asked to speak with you, wanting to know more about you- you intrigued him, and it wasn’t often another, especially a human, would intrigue him.

-QSH- He was one of the first people you met in Valhalla, after he had learned of not only your death but your ascension. You had not been expecting this unknown man to rush at you and sweep you into his arms, hugging you close while you squealed in surprise. Your babies did nothing, as they could sense that this person, although a bit odd, wasn’t going to hurt you- he was powerful and could be dangerous, but he wasn’t doing anything to harm you. Your face was bright red, not used to such affections as he pulled back before he kneeled before you, bowing his head, “Thank you Y/N- for saving my empire!” when he introduced himself to you, everything made sense, as you had thrown those in power out on their asses in his empire and you brought it back to its former glory and QSH was extremely thankful, as he had seen how many people you had saved. He was rather affectionate with you, something you weren’t used to from anyone other than your husband, but you soon realized what your babies had- that this was a good person. Your babies, however, didn’t like how close he was getting, and they would make sure to hang on you, nipping at him if he got too close, telling him to mind your space, being protective of you, which you thought was cute. QSH was going to work hard to win them over!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror qin shi huang

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: Heartbeats

John and Linda found themselves a rare slice of normalcy—or as normal as it could get for two Spartan supersoldiers who had seen more war than weddings. Their living space, though sparsely decorated, offered a comforting sanctuary from the never-ending chaos of their lives. A couple of mismatched armchairs, a rugged sofa that had seen better days, and a few personal mementos made up the decor. It was hardly the cover of "Better Homes and Gardens," but it was theirs.

Linda, barefoot and in her athletic-wear (her personal substitute for pajamas), lounged on the sofa, her legs stretched out as one leg is lazily crossed over the other. Since coming back from the brink of death with those new Forerunner-imbued powers, she'd been different—more distant, like she was listening to a song only she could hear. John, dead on his feet from the day's drills, decided to collapse right there, his head finding a soft spot in her lap. He sighed, the sound more akin to relief than exhaustion.

"What’s that? The fifth sigh in the last half hour?" Linda teased, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Just enjoying the quiet," John grunted, his voice muffled by the cushion. "It’s nice... not having to shoot at anything or anyone for a few minutes."

"Yeah, peace and quiet, the rarest commodities in the galaxy," Linda quipped, her tone light but her eyes betraying a hint of the weight she carried. "This whole telekinesis thing... it’s like learning to walk again, in someone else’s gravity."

John opened one eye and peered up at her. "But you're handling it like a champ. Always do."Linda smirked, a flash of her old self flickering through. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Spartan."

The room was steeped in a comfortable silence again, broken only by the subtle hum of the ship's engines. It was during these moments of quiet that John's senses, honed to near-perfection, picked up something new—a second set of heartbeats, faint but unmistakable.

He bolted upright, his soldier’s instincts momentarily flaring.

"Linda, are we—"

"Expecting?" she finished for him, a sly smile playing on her lips as she touched her stomach subtly. "Turns out, the artifact didn’t just bring me back and give me fancy new party tricks—it also kicked the baby factory into gear."

John’s face morphed from shock to awe as the information sank in. "Twins? Seriously?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.

"Seriously," she confirmed, her eyes alight with a mixture of joy and terror. "We're going to need a bigger boat."

John laughed, the sound echoing off the metal walls, warm and genuine. "A boat, huh? What about two cribs, more diapers than we can count, and... oh, right, figuring out how to be parents?"

Linda leaned back, her laughter mingling with his. "We’ve tackled ancient alien races and saved the galaxy—how hard can raising kids be?"

"Famous last words," John quipped, his hand finding hers, fingers intertwining. "But whatever it takes, we'll figure it out. Together."

"As always," Linda agreed, her voice steady, her grip firm.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #master chief #master chief fanfiction #master chief fanfic #halo au #halo headcanon #helix studios117 #halo reloaded #ultimate halo #halo expanded universe #linda 058 #john 117 x linda 058 #john/linda #john 117

[megxplryxb]

Dance With Me Forever

Steve Harrington x Fem!HopperReader

Absolute Fluff

Warnings: None

The hot summer sun had finally set on a beautiful Saturday evening in the middle of July. The sound of champagne glasses clinking echoed through the romantic lake house ballroom, lit up in pinks and purples as guests celebrated the marriage of Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers. The couple finally deciding to tie the knot after Vecna had been defeated, ending the nightmare of the Upside Down once and for all.

It had been a long four years, continuously battling monsters from another dimension, always wondering when evil would rear it’s ugly head again but this time felt different, like there was finally peace in the mystical little town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The last few years had changed no one more than Steve Harrington. Long gone was the arrogant, rich boy you’d known in High School, having been cut off by his parents and left heartbroken by Nancy Wheeler. He had become somewhat of an outcast. Never in a million years did he imagine his life turning out like it had. Steve always thought he’d end up like his Father, marrying some girl for convenience instead of love, being nothing more than a suit for some company and have a mistress in every city he traveled to. Steve was more than grateful he hadn’t gone down the same path and he definitely had you, Robin and the kids to thank for that.

He was sat at a table with Robin, Vickie, Eddie, Chrissy and Nancy, all of whom were engrossed in conversation about how sweet Hopper’s speech had been and how emotional it was when the Chief of Hawkins shed a few tears while gushing about his new Wife, your new Stepmom. Steve couldn’t exactly say he had heard much of Jim’s speech himself, too busy gazing at you sitting at the top table with your family, laughing with your siblings, El, Will and Jonathan. He hadn’t seen you all day as you were too busy doing bridesmaid duties, making sure everything was perfect for the ceremony but when you walked up the aisle following closely behind El, holding your bouquet of flowers, smelling of lavender, he swore his heart stopped when you looked his way and smiled at him. You were breathtaking, literally and figuratively, the girl of his dreams. Eddie had teased his friend for how red his cheeks had gotten, knowing that the former King of Hawkins was head over heels for you and that you felt the same about Steve. Chrissy had intervened, telling her boyfriend to lay off with the teasing but she too secretly wondered why Steve didn’t just tell you how he felt.

It’s not that Steve didn’t want to tell you, he’d almost told you twice before on the brink of death. The first time being when you were stuck in the Russian base under the Starcourt mall, the second time being when you were all preparing to battle Vecna for the final time. But he’d made a promise to your Dad two years prior, after that night in the Junkyard when you first became friends that friendship was all it was ever going to be between you. Steve didn’t blame Hopper for wanting better for his daughter, didn’t blame Jim for thinking he was exactly like his Dad back then. But he wished the Chief of Hawkins could see him for who he was now and not the asshole he was four years ago.

After dinner was done and all the pictures had been taken, you took yourself out to the garden with a glass of champagne in hand, glancing at Steve before you made your escape outside. He looked so handsome in his tux, the tux you’d helped him pick out several weeks ago when he asked you to go shopping with him. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, having been avoiding him like the plague for the better part of a week when he mentioned that he was planning to bring a date to the wedding. You had tried your best to not let it bother you, the thought of Steve with some pretty girl on his arm while you were all alone and you’d be lying if you said you weren't just a tiny bit relieved when he'd shown up by himself.

You knew your Father had spoken to Steve about you, warned him against asking you out on several occasions and even though you were angry that Steve obeyed him, it kind of made you love him even more, because the Steve you'd known in High School wouldn't have been so respectful. Sometimes, late at night when you couldn’t sleep, you wished he’d climb through your bedroom window so you both could give in to your feelings just one time.

As Joyce danced with her new Husband, she couldn't help but frown at Steve who was standing talking to Murray at the bar. He'd left his table to get another drink after the meal, not wanting to be surrounded by all the happy couples while he not so secretly pinned for you. Joyce had always liked Steve, saw the goodness in him that her Husband couldn't and she knew how the both of you felt about each other. It was pretty obvious to everyone.

"Hop, are you ever going to give that poor kid a break?" She asks as Hopper let out a heavy sigh, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Joyce, please not tonight, it's our wedding for Christ sakes." He begs as his new wife nodded in agreement. It wasn't the first time they'd discussed this matter.

"Exactly! It's a day full of love and happiness and your daughter is out there miserable and alone because she's terrified to talk to the boy she's crazy about in case she upsets you!" She huffs, frustrated at the Chief's stubbornness.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!" He defends as Joyce rolls her eyes. "What about the crap you pulled on Mike when he and El got together? The kid thought you were going to murder him Jim.”

"But I didn't! See, he's alive and well, having a great time!" Jim points to his younger daughter and her boyfriend dancing with their friends.

"And what about Steve, huh? When are you going to admit that you were wrong about him?" The bride asks, raising her brows.

"Joyce...."

"Jim Hopper, that boy has helped save our children's lives more times than I care to count. He would do anything for that girl, he’s shown it time and time again. You know he’s nothing like his Dad. They love each other, Jim. So quit being a god damn pain in the ass and go talk to him, please?" Joyce begs, giving her Husband a small, hopeful smile as he closes his eyes and sighs heavily.

"Alright."

Steve is nursing a glass of champagne, trying to block out Murray's ramblings when he see's Hopper approaching him at the bar. Jim lets out a small cough, before giving Murray a nod to give them a minute alone and Steve nervously waits for Jim to speak.

"Oh shit, what'd you do?" Murray mutters to Steve before downing his glass of whiskey, giving him a hopeful pat on the back before going to talk to the new Mrs. Hopper.

Jim leans back against the bar, fixing his suit jacket as he tries to think about what to say the boy beside him. He knows he should apologise for being an asshole to him but it's his wedding day and he wasn't apologising to anyone. Not today at least.

"Harrington, why is my daughter out there by herself?" He asks, pointing to you, still strolling through the garden alone.

"I uh, I don't know Sir, I haven't talked to her all day." Steve replies, wondering if this was some kind of trick.

"Well, maybe you should be a gentleman and go keep her company, huh?" The Chief suggests and Steve is really suspicious now.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell if you're being serious or not?" Steve questions honestly, not trying to offend your Dad in any way.

"When am I not serious about anything that has to do with my daughters?" He asks, looking straight at Steve. "Never, sir." He answers.

There's silence for a moment as the two most important men in your life pause to look at you. You look back at them, astounded that they seem to be having a conversation without your father looking like he was going to kill Steve.

"Do you love my daughter, Steve?" Jim asks, both of them still watching you in the distance. Hopper already knows the answer, he’s known it for quite sometime. He saw how Steve protected you during the battle in Starcourt, heard about how he looked after you and El when everyone thought he was dead. He’d have to thank him for that one day but not now. This was hard enough.

Steve didn’t have to think twice before answering the question, even if it meant getting choked out or knocked out by Jim Hopper.

"More than anything." Steve admits, smiling brightly as his heart swells with adoration for you. Hopper nods then, placing an approving hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Then go make her happy." He says, giving the boy the smallest of smiles as Steve makes his way towards the garden.

"Hey, Harrington!" Jim yells, as Steve looks back at him, hoping it wasn't really a trick all this time. "You're a good kid." He admits, as the boy nods an appreciative thank you, finally making his way out to you.

Joyce smiles at Steve as she walks towards her Husband, wrapping her arms around him tightly, before kissing him. "You're a good man, Jim Hopper."

Steve can hear his heart beating out of his chest as he approaches you. The moonlit sky making your skin glow as you look up at the twinkling stars above. Your hair which had been in an up-style all day was now hanging below your shoulders and Steve thought you had never looked more beautiful than right now.

"Hey stranger, I haven't seen you in a while." You smile, turning to greet him, embracing him in a warm hug.

"I know, I haven't seen you in a few days. I missed you, Hopper." He admits, as you smile again, blushing. "I missed you too, Harrington."

The song inside changes to Take My Breath Away by Berlin and Steve knows it's one of your favourites, he bought you the album for your birthday and it's still the most played tape in your car. You both watch as everyone begins to fill the dance floor back inside the lake house and Steve swallows hard before extending his hand to you.

"Will you dance with me, out here?" He asks as you nod your head, happily reaching for his hand as he pulls you in closer to him. You nervously wrap an arm around Steve's broad shoulders, inhaling his cologne and shampoo all at once. He always smelled so good. He places his other hand gently on the small of your back, intertwining your fingers together as you begin to dance slowly to the music playing inside. There was silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat to speak again.

"You know, I really could’ve used you at our table earlier. Nancy ditched us to sit with Jonathan the minute the speeches were over, so I got stuck with all the loved up couples, it was totally awful.” He jokes, referring to Eddie, Chrissy, Robin and Vickie.

"I thought you were going to bring a date?" You question, trying to hide the jealousy in your voice when you ask.

"Oh yeah, I was thinking about asking someone but I didn't in the end." He frowns and you bite your lip, wanting to know more.

"Why not?"

"Cause her Dad would've kicked my ass." He replies, as you let out a small giggle. Stomach filling with butterflies as he gazes at you.

“That’s too bad, I have a feeling she would’ve said yes.” You whisper in his ear, leaning your head on his shoulder as he mumbles “The ass kicking would’ve been worth it.”

"I saw him talking to you, thought you were a goner for sure." You tease as Steve shakes his head.

"I knew I'd be ok, too many witnesses around." He jokes, as you both laugh.

"I'd have come to your rescue eventually, if i thought it looked like you were in trouble, you know?" You admit and he nods his head gratefully.

"I know, honey." Honey. Was he trying to kill you?

"Seriously though, he didn't upset you, did he?" You ask as you continue to dance to the music.

"No actually, the total opposite." Steve smirks as you scrunch your nose.

"What do you mean?"

"He asked me why you were out here alone, told me to come and keep you company." He revealed as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

"I know, I was shocked too but I think Joyce said something to him because she was giving him the death stare the whole time he was talking to me." Steve chuckles and you remind yourself to thank your Stepmom later.

"He asked me something else too." Steve states, swinging you around.

"Oh god, what was it?" You ask, still spinning.

"He wanted to know if I was in love with his daughter." He says, as you fall back in to him in shock, placing your hands on his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel sick with excitement, like a kid at Christmas about to unwrap her presents under the tree.

“And…what did you tell him?”

“That I do, more than I’ve ever loved anybody.” Steve admits as your eyes begin to water. “I love you too.” You reveal, trying to hold back your tears as Steve cups your face gently, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

“You look so beautiful, honey. Christ, I could just marry you right now.”

“Careful Harrington, a few more compliments like that and I might just have to kiss you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovers his lips over yours.

“Yeah, I’m sort of counting on it.” Steve says, finally crashing his lips with yours.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #king steve #steve the hair harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fluff #joe keery

[sundaybossanova]

Witch's Love Chapter 1

Paring: San x OC

AU: Fantasy

Word count: 4,1k

Summery:

It was a normal day for Sera, brewing potions, visiting the market and trying not to blow her cover but a sudden uninvited guest changes everything. Lying on her doorstep is a young man on the brink of death and she has no idea what she's gotten into after saving his life.

With a heavy sight Sera finally stepped back from her cauldron having finished putting the last bits of dried lavender into the now finally finished potion. With the sleeves of her ebony blouse, she carefully dabbed away the sweat drops on her forehead. It has taken her longer than expected to craft the potion seeing as she ran out of marjoram halfway through the making process. “Maybe if I had checked my stock before starting this whole thing would have been done quicker” the white-haired witch said to nobody in particular. Walking slowly to the tiny window in the house she admired the glowing moon that was shining brightly in the dark night sky. Beside the last crackles of the dying fire the house was silent with the feeling of peace hovering in the air. Two soft knocks could be heard breaking the tranquil silence and making Sera give one last glance to the moon before moving on to open the wooden door of her humble abode. “Why do you come home at this hour Bram?” the girl asked opening the door wider to let the large black dog enter her home. Without much of a response the familiar trotted to the kitchen, went past the cauldron containing the finished potion and finally settled down close to the extinguished fireplace laying down trying to preserve the last bits of warmth offered by it. “Oh come on tell me what you have been up to, I missed you while you were gone.” Pouting slightly the girl continued “Did you meet someone interesting? Or have you found new customers in the village?” Still the dog seemed not one bit interested and simply answered “It was a long day and even though I haven’t interacted with a lot of people, actually none, I am still exhausted.” He repositioned his head so he could watch the witch make her way to a cabinet taking out ingredients for their shared dinner which turned into a late-night snack. “Did you finish your potion we have to bring it to the customer tomorrow.” Bram reminded the girl still remembering times where the young witch would forget the deadlines for her potions causing a lot of her clients to become angry and dissatisfied with her work. The young witch just hummed as a form of saying yes, too concentrated on cutting the ingredients for their shared meal. “Everything is finished I just have to fill it into a flask, don`t worry so much.” And with that she continued her task with a small smile on her lips.

As the first rays of sunshine slowly appeared Sera was already finishing getting dressed in dark green woollen dress with a white ruffle-sleeved blouse underneath it. Her delicate hands grabbed onto the necklace laying on the small dressing table in front of the mirror. After looking at the three green stones embedded in the pendant, she quickly put it on and started braiding her hair. “We have to leave soon I feel like there will be a storm coming and I would rather get home with my fur still dry” came Bram’s voice from his place on her bed. His comment made her hurry up grabbing her black cloak, basket and coin pouch ready to leave if it wasn’t for her familiar calling out to her: “Haven’t you forgot something? Maybe a little thing you worked for all night long?”. With that said Sera turned around and swiftly grabbed the flask from her worktable muttering a quiet “Thank you. Now let’s go”. The black dog was following the witch through the still quiet woods where the animals and plants had yet to awake. The fog was slowly lifting as the two neared the village and could hear faint voices from the marketplace in the centre of the town. Making their way into the bustling streets the screams of many sellers became louder and they had to push themselves through the crowds of busy villagers on their way to get groceries and what not. “Remind me why I had agreed to join you today?” Bram’s voice was laced with regret not enjoying being nearly being stepped on and pushed around by people. “It was your decision don’t try to put the blame on me now.” She answered with a light chuckle finally seeing their destination coming closer. The little shack seemed to be quite old and rundown she guessed nobody has used it in some time. “Doesn’t it feel weird that the customer has requested to meet here out of all the places? This place seems abandoned and there aren’t any people around” her familiar spoke up with questions that have also been going through her mind. “Honestly I don’t know who ordered it, in the letter it only said she needed the potion as soon as possible and I feel like when somebody asks for this particular one, they are very desperate, so I wanted to help without asking any questions.” The girl finally admitted realizing her own mistake of being too naïve and taking on requests she couldn’t be sure were worth her time or would endanger her life. “I do think you know to not do such stupid things ever again, if they find out a witch has helped getting rid of a child you will be solely accused of killing an innocent child they won’t care or believe that you only acted out the mothers wishes.” Bram’s voice was stern trying to control his anger that comes from his underlying fear of the girl getting hurt by the strangers living in the village.

Before she could continue apologizing for her wrongdoings, they could hear light footsteps coming near. “Excuse me Miss but are you the- “the hooded figure was slowly coming to a halt in front of the two nervously looking around “are you the witch?” she finally finished her question after stumbling over her own words. Sera raised her head to look the person in the eyes finding a pair of storm grey eyes filled with worry. “Yes, I am the one you’ve been searching for I presume you are the one who wrote me the letter” Shily the girl nodded and tried to crack a small smile, yet the only thing visible on her face was her nerves. “Here take the potion” she pulled out the flask and handed it to the shaking woman. “To make it more enjoyable, mix it into some tea and drink it before going to sleep. This potion will cause you to miscarry, you might feel a sharp pain in your stomach and become a bit dizzy the next morning but as soon as the miscarriage has ended those symptoms will pass eventually.” Sera has spoken those words without breaking eye contact with the person in front of her. “I hope after this you will be happier and if you need anything else you know where to find me my dear.” She ended her little speech with a comforting smile patting the girl’s shoulder before making her way in the direction of the forest. Too stunned to speak the young woman nearly forgot to thank and pay the witch for her service. “Wait up! Here`s your money I am ever so grateful for your help. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do without this potion, so I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.” With those final words the younger one put the gold coins into Sera’s hand and ran off without looking back quickly disappearing behind corners and buildings of the village. “She seems too young and innocent to get pregnant, this whole thing gives me a bad feeling.” Her familiar finally spoke up after the girl was out of sight. “Maybe it was an accident, maybe she was forced we will never know, and we especially shouldn’t intervene with the business of others. We’re doing our job by providing the people with potions and remedies for their problems, nothing more nothing less.” Continuing their way home they stopped at a few booths with Sera picking up items she ran out of and Bram staying close by her side looking out for any potential dangers. Unfortunately, it had begun pouring down some time after they entered the forest again. “I told you we should have left earlier to avoid the rain.” The witch chose to ignore the familiars’ words and just kept on following the small path home. The rain has started to sicker through her cloak and slowly she began to feel the cold creeping up on her. When the small hut came into the girl’s view, she sighed out of relief . “It wasn’t that bad, was it? If you want, I can make us some hot supe and meanwhile you dry yourself in front of the fireplace? Deal?” she suggested looking behind her to face the dog. “This actually sounds like a good plan, I am in.” the wolflike creature answered but before he could add anything Sera let out a short scream while falling on the ground. Confused and utterly shocked the girl looked down at her feet seeing something she hadn’t expected to find. “How, why…. When” She couldn’t find any words while staring at the severely wounded man lying on the ground. The guy tried to get up by pushing his right hand into the mud pulling his upper body a few centimetres off the ground, head only raised long enough for them to make eye contact before he collapsed again letting out muffled groans. Finally, the silent whimpers and expressions of pain pulled Sera out of her thoughts, and she suddenly rushed to the stranger’s side holding his bloody face in her hands. “He’s burning up, we have to get him inside as quickly as possible.” She said in a rushed voice, already preparing to carry the man’s body into her hut with the help of Bram.

Her kitchen table was turned into a makeshift hospital bed after they had laid the young lad onto it. Running around collecting the needed items Sera didn’t realise that the boy had awoken and tried to stand up. “What do you think you are doing?” said Bram in a stern voice. The witch turned on her heels and pushed the upper body of her patient back down. “Lay down, you are severely injured and you’re only making it worse.” She was quite angry, yet her touch was gentle while putting him back into place. With efficient moves she prepared all of the tools she needed and started to work on healing his wounds. The only sound coming from the man were muffled groans and yelps of pain while Sera was putting different ointments and herbs on his many wounds. “This one will hurt a lot.” She said in a quiet whisper lazed with concern as she slowly poured alcohol on the deepest wound on his chest that was oozing blood. “You’re quite lucky the arrow didn’t hit your heart”. Bram was watching everything from a distance not wanting to disturb her while she was in her trance of healing. The sweat on her forehead was glistening in the dim light of the room as she placed the final dressing over her patient’s upper body. Huffing out a sigh of relief she turned her body to the familiar, a small smile escaping her lips. “He is doing fine now; you can go to sleep. I will stay and look after him” Not fond of this idea the wolfish creature stated it would be best for her to rest and he will wake her the moment the stranger shows signs of waking up. Finally feeling the exhaustion taking over her body Sera gave in and made her way up the stairs into her bedchamber and after lying down on her comfortable little bed it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

“Get away from me you damn beast” was the first thing the young witch heard upon waking up the next day. Without a thought she ran down the stairs to find her dear familiar being threatened with a knife by the person who just yesterday was lying in front of her abode on the brink of death. “What do you think you are doing?” she was enraged, and the man suddenly turned upon hearing her voice. “What do you mean, I am defending myself from this creature.” After that comment Bram couldn’t take it anymore and with a venomous voice he finally spoke up “I did nothing to you! Ungrateful brat. You are the one pointing weapons and wanting to fight.” With that said Sera had enough and in one big stride went to the strangers’ side gripping onto his arm completely taking him by surprise. “I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my house! And you should lie back down, or your wounds will reopen, and all my work will have gone to waste.” Flabbergasted, the man let her lead him back to the kitchen table he had previously laid on and sat back down. The witch was mumbling incoherent words while scurrying around the room doing who knows what. Before he could speak up, he was interrupted by the woman. “How about we start over. After all this seems like one big misunderstanding.” Now that he has somewhat calmed down, he took in the appearance of his apparent saviour. A petite girl of similar age to him, with long white hair, fair skin and eyes a shade of green he only knows from the depths of the forest. It took him some time to speak up himself: “I agree also I am sorry for threatening your ehhh… pet wolf?” While in the end his sentence sounded more like a question Sera had to hold in her laugh. “He is not a wolf but a black shepherd and my familiar. His name is Bram.” She said, smiling faintly while putting a kettle over the little fire she had started. “Oh, how rude of me, my name is Sera.” she added, turning around to face him. “San” Was the short answer from the stranger who still looked wary of his surroundings. “It’s nice to meet you San, I am curious how you got into the state you were in yesterday”. Patience was not one of her strong suits therefore she just had to ask him. Her green eyes full of curiosity were now fixated on him waiting for an answer. “Well, you see, I have been running away from the royal guards with my brother and to distract them we split up upon arriving in the forest but they defied my expectations and kept up with my pace even getting close enough to hit me with an arrow” his hand was subconsciously hovering over the bandages around his chest. “After falling to the ground I thought it was over but because of whatever reason they ran back to the castle after hearing the sound of a horn, without that I would probably be dead by now” pausing for a moment he lifted his head locking his brown eyes with hers. “And if you wouldn’t have found me I also would be dead, so thank you again I own you my life”. The sincerity in his voice was so eminent that a smile crept itself on her face. “I would do it again in a heartbeat.” she said confidently, finally breaking their eye contact to hand him one of the mugs full of deliciously smelling tea. The following silence was not an awkward one but rather one of mutual understanding and want for some peace.

“Do you live here alone?'' It was his time to ask a question again and she nodded her head taking off the bandages carefully. “Ever since I was 16 but I have Bram, so I am never really alone” The wolfish creature's ears peaked after his name was mentioned and his curious eyes followed his master's movements meticulously. “I see, still I can’t really imagine how it must feel to live like this coming from living with seven other guys. Your situation seems like the complete opposite” he said, cracking a smile at the end a little lost in his thoughts about his brothers. Would they be searching for him, maybe they thought he was dead in the end? He just hoped they wouldn’t do anything stupid because of his absence. “My turn. Why were you running from the guards?'' The wound was now fully unwrapped, and she began applying a self-made ointment on it. “Should have known you would ask” he mumbled quietly trying to avoid her forest green eyes. “I may or may not have stolen something from the palace” Her hands stopped working, eyes looking up searching for his. “You really stole from the king?” her voice was low still in disbelief waiting for him to start laughing or telling her it was a joke. But to her further surprise he kept his sheepish posture confirming her it was the truth that he spoke. “Wow… this is unbelievable but what was so important to sacrifice your own life? There is nothing more valuable than life itself?” her answer surprised him, instead of flipping out after finding out he committed treason she was wondering about his reasoning. “We simply stole money and riches, we didn’t even take a lot to stay unnoticed but on our way out we were spotted by a guard, it rarely happens so we weren’t really ready.” “Wait so you did this more than once?'' Now the shock was evident in her eyes as she dropped the new bandages she prepared. San finally raised his head showing the serious expression that was previously hidden behind his hair. “I know this sounds horrible and I understand if you do not want me here anymore but please don’t tell anyone and let me leave. I promise to never come back” he sounded so earnest taking her hands in his pleading her to understand. It took her a moment to realise she had been staring blankly at him. He took her lack of response as a sign to leave dropping her hands and trying to get up from the kitchen table. This was finally enough to rip her from her daze. “No stay you’re still hurt” her hands were pulling him back gently while her facial expressions made him feel at ease taking away the fear and panic that began bubbling inside him. “It is true that stealing, especially from the king, is a severe crime but I’d like to believe that you have your reasons to do so. Furthermore, I cannot let you walk around the forest in this state knowing I could have helped you more.” The sincerity in her eyes took him by surprise making him smile showing off his dimples. Letting out a breathy thank you he still couldn’t believe she wasn’t about to kick him out or worse tell on him to the guards. “Are you sure you want to help a traitor of the crown?” he asked willing to give her one last chance to avoid the mess she was about to get into. “Don’t worry about me, if the king were to find me helping you would be the least of my crimes. After all being born a witch will forever be my biggest crime.” The smile on her face seemed forced her eyes not meeting his while she busied her hands to finish bandaging his chest. He was too stunned to speak her bravery admirable to him, yet he caught on to the change of mood and he couldn’t imagine how it must feel to be in constant fear of being caught. “Well in my eyes your powers seem more like a blessing then a curse it just scares the ones who are afraid of change and the possibility of losing their power.” This made her heart speed up, he wasn’t afraid of her instead he seemed rather fascinated and intrigued about her abilities. For the remaining time they stayed silent, the only noise coming from her working on changing his bandages.

“You should stay the night to rest and gain more energy to go back home” was the first thing Sera said while they were having dinner. Mid-bite San raised his head looking at her, “sounds like a plan thank you for your hospitality” the smile on his face shone so brightly making her join him. Waving one of her hands dismissively she tried to explain how she liked to help people and would do it again any day. The rest of their meal was filled with random topics, some stories of their past and a lot of laughter. He told her more about his brothers, how one of them tried to cook but instead nearly burned down their house or how the oldest reminded him of her because he was the one who would take care of their wounds. Through the evening they got a lot closer realising how similar they were yet so different at the same time. “They would love to meet you” he commented with a big grin. “I’m not so sure about that one, they don’t even know I exist, and they would probably think I am awkward.” The last part was more a whisper to herself, she knew that her social skills were lacking and just thinking about meeting all of his 7 brothers made her shrink in her seat. “What do you mean? I can already see Seonghwa thanking you for taking care of me and asking about all the salves and ointments you used.” His eyes seemed so sincere that Sera felt more at ease, yet in the back of her mind the fear of judgement was still present and would probably not leave any time soon. “You should try to get some sleep now, it’s getting late and we want your wounds to heal as quickly as possible right?” the young witch said with a small smile, starting to clean the table. “You`re right, let me help you” and after a quick argument about how he should rest and not clean dishes right now, which she lost, they finished tidying up and she showed him to her room. “You can take my bed, I'll give you some clothes for you to sleep in.” Before he could disagree with her statement the girl was already going through her drawers picking out a pair of loose fitting trousers and a linen shirt. “Take these I will be downstairs, just call me if you need anything. Sleep tight:” and with those words she quickly left to get some sleep herself after all the day had been quite long. With her leaving the room San looked at the clothes in his hand and felt a weird sense of comfort, one he had only experienced when being in the presence of his brothers.

The first rays of sunlight hit the white sheets and reached the golden skin of the person underneath it. Scrunching his nose San tried to avoid the light by covering his face with the fluffy piece of cloth yet his efforts of going back to sleep were in vain as he heard soft footsteps and a knock on the door. “Good morning, I prepared breakfast if you want some '' he heard the soft spoken words come from the other side of the door. Suddenly realising that he isn't in his own bed in the comfort of his own room, San takes a moment to grasp the whole situation. “Ah yes of course I will come down in a minute” he stumbles over his words while trying to get up as quickly as possible. A sudden pain in his abound makes him groan in pain altering the young witch outside. Without a knock she rushes into the room to assist San, chestering him for being so careless. He felt her soft hands supporting his back, subconsciously rubbing soothing circles while he waited for the pain to lessen. “You should be more careful, you were on the brink of death yesterday. You can't just get up like nothing happened or you will make it even worse.” Her hands are now all over his body checking the bandages and the wounds on his face, concern clearly evident in her actions. “I'm sorry, I acted before I could think.” his lips were formed into a small pout which she couldn't help but think of as cute and endearing. “Come on now you need to eat something and then take the medicine i prepared for you” Sera patted his shoulder one last time, giving him a reassuring smile and leaving the room. San sat on the bed for a little longer, trying to root himself and get rid of the light red tint on his ears.

This is my first fanfic ever so I am really nervous, I still hope you enjoy it!

devider by @cafekitsune

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

You Had One Job...Just the one: Dad!Quaritch

Avatar Masterlist 

word count: 1.5k

description: A more in depth story about about the first time Quaritch comes back around after everything and where where reader finds out that her twin saved him as well..

It had been almost six months since you were taken by "Quarditch" the man who was supposedly your father died during the battle on the demon ship. You had been suffering from nightmares since it happened, sure he didn't completely torture you while you were there but some of his actions left a last effect on you especially when Lyle held you a knife point to stop Quaritch from bargaining with Jake and your father said that you meant nothing to him, just some human, and had it not been for Neytriri you would probably be dead.

You moved Spider away from you, as you stayed in your room to help you sleep, and grabbed your mask deciding a walk might help you clear your mind. You went to the pond that Neyetam always took you to, and sat there slowly dipping your feet in the water until you heard footsteps making you put your hand on your knife until you saw Jake holding his hands up in defense.

"Just me sweetheart, I  heard you leave. What are you doing up this late?" He asked taking a seat next to you.

"Couldn't sleep even with Spider being in the same room." You said quietly.

"Nightmares again?" He asked knowing you had been struggling with them since they rescued you.

"Yeah. This time it was that Lyle guy successfully killing me." You said as he wrapped his arm around you closer to him.

"I promise you nothing is ever gonna happen to you as long as I'm here. I'm sorry that we didn't get to you sooner. But your dad is dead and so is Lynoel, your safe now." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you." You said quietly as you both heard footsteps approaching making you both alert.

"Son, what are you doing up?" Jake said to Neyetam even though he had a feeling about why his son was awake.

"Something felt wrong, so I went to check on Y/n, but she wasn't in the lab, so I figured she was here." He said making you smile at how caring he was.

"You can stay the night with her, and bring her to breakfast in the morning. You two get some rest." Jake said squeezing your shoulders as he left.

You and Neteyam talked for a bit before walking back to the lab, and into your room where Spider was still asleep on the floor making Neteyam laugh as you two crawled into your bed. Neteyam wrapped his arm and tail around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Get some rest, I'm right here. Nothing is gonna happen to you." He said to you as you snuggled into him.

The next day you, Neteyam, and Tuk had returned from a walk when you walked into High Camp and saw him making you freeze as he was supposed to be dead. You looked to Neteyam and then to Jake and Neytiri who looked just as shocked as you.

"You see him too?" You asked Neyetam.

"Unfortunately." He said squeezing your hand as Tuk ran over to her parents.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead." You said to him making him laugh as you looked at everyone confused.

"Oh, your brother didn't tell you did he? I was on the brink of death but your twin here saved me, even helped me get set on some island." He said as you turned towards Spider.

"Sis listen...I can't explain.." He started to say but you cut him off.

"No...no you had one job! Just the one. How you could save this man after everything he did to the people who were our only family... and not to mention us while we were kidnapped is beyond me!" You said.

"Sweetheart." Quaritch tried to say but you stopped him.

"No, you don't get to say anything... you told your little buddy Lyle that you didn't care if I died or not...so I don't want anything to do with you and Spider I'm disappointed in you." You said turning and leaving the tent with Neyetam on your trails.

He eventually found you sitting by a tree, with your head resting on your knees, so he took a seat next you and pulled you into his arms, gently rubbing your back trying to comfort you in the best way he could...knowing you would talk when you were ready.

"I just don't understand how he could think that he would just be accepted back here with open arms after everything did to the Na'vi to me." You said as the tears slid down your face as he hugged you tighter.

The next few days consisted of Quaritch and Spider both trying to talk to you, which you both ignore still angry at both of them. You felt hurt by Spider for what he did, he grew up with the same people you did but yet saved the man that was going to kill them and you two if you didn't cooperate with him? It didn't make sense. Meanwhile Jake was tired of seeing you and Spider going at it, so he decided to step in and get you two to make up.

"Alright! Enough you two! I'm tired of you two arguing, your gonna sit in here until you two talk this out." Jake said.

So you and Spider sat there for nearly two hours not talking to each other because you two were just that stubborn making Jake roll his eyes at how much you two were truly Quaritch kids. You three sat there for another thirty minutes before Spider decided to speak up.

"I'm sorry I wasn't upfront with you about saving him. I honestly debated for a while whether to save him or not, but there was something in me that was saying that maybe if I saved him then maybe he could see how much he needs to change..and get a second chance at getting to know us. I've always wondered what it would be like to know him." Spider said.

"It's alright I guess..I just can't forgive him quite yet for what he did to us to everyone here...if you want to that's fine but I don't want to not yet at least. Sorry for punching you, and ignoring you this past week it hasn't been fun not talking to you." You said to him.

"Good job now hug and make up." Jake said as you reluctantly hugged each other making Jake smile.

A couple of weeks later you, Lo'ak, Neteyam all returned from hunting when Jake stopped you, before stepping inside making you look at him confused and that's when you saw that man and your brother inside the tent making the anger return to your body.

"Absolutely not." You said to Jake who in a lot of ways had become your father.

"I know we said the same thing, but he swears he's a changed man, that he's been learning the ways of our people." Jake said shocking you as you defended him.

"So that doesn't change what he's done! I never expected you out of all people to defend him! I don't want to see him!" You yelled at Jake catching the attention of everyone inside the tent.

"Y/N, wait!" He said but it was too late you were gone, running as he and the rest of the sully's stood there confused, you were usually so kind...so helpful, and for you to act like that just now worried them.

"Do you know where she went? I would like to try and talk to her." Quartich said to Jake as he really wanted to build a relationship with you.

"I do dad, I can walk you halfway there and leave you two to talk." Spider offered as Quartich agreed following his son.

"Ma Jake, are we sure that's wise? I mean she could probably kill me right now, not that I'm opposed to it but still.." Neytriri said to Jake more so worried about you than Quartich.

"Give them about an hour and if they're not back then I'll go check on them. This could do them some good." Jake said to her.

You sat by the pond slowly running your hand through it as a million thoughts ran through your head about Quartich and if you wanted a relationship with him. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching until you saw Quartich's face reflected in the water.

"You know you are a pretty fast runner." He said taking a seat next to you.

"Obviously not fast enough, as you still found me...Let me guess my twin gave me up didn't he?" You asked still not looking at him.

"I asked him to. I want to talk to you." He said making you roll your eyes.

"You know you look just like her....you both do...I couldn't believe the news when I got back home and they told me I had not just one kid but two and twins at that...I never saw myself as having kids but then I saw that picture of you and your brother...and then we ran into each other almost a year ago...and when I laid eyes on you I couldn't believe how much you looked like her and how much you were like her...the entire time you were hostage you didn't speak a word and that's when I saw myself in you that loyalty... the warrior spirit is in you. I know I can't change the past but I would like a chance to get to know you without you being a hostage." He said making you look at him.

"What if I do let you in and this is some trap so you can hurt the sully's? Then I'm without the only family I ever known?" You said.

"This isn't a trap, which I know doesn't mean a lot to you but I would like a chance just to prove myself and if I'm like a month you still hate me then you can leave and I won't bother you again." He said.

"One chance. That's it." You said to him making a rare smile appear on his face.

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[i-just-like-goats]

Gojo x Female Reader

Summary: Part 3 to the "where gojo's soulmate is an assassin sent to kill him"

Warnings: mentions of death

WC: 1.4k

Main Masterlist Part 1 Part 2

“Ms Y/N!”

“Itadori, what’s going on?”

“It’s Gojo,”

Everything around you seemed to still. Your finger felt colder than ever.

“Where is he?”

Itadori grabbed your arm and led you to the track field.

“He just kind of keeled over in pain and he’s not responding,”

“Did you tell Ieiri?”

You shook your head at Itadori’s silence.

“My cursed energy is very minimal, Ieiri would’ve been better you know,”

You sighed.

“Go back and inform Ieiri, I’ll go see what I can do,”

Gojo’s kneeling body had you pausing momentarily. You sprinted the last few metres to him.

Pale. He was so pale.

“Hey soulmate, what brings you here?” “Back to using that annoying nickname? You look wonderful like this, on the brink of death,”

He coughed and gripped his chest even harder. Your eyes widened as his arms could no longer support him and he ended up laying on the ground face down.

“Gojo!”

You slung his arm over your shoulders and with the help of Maki, half dragged his tall frame to Ieiri's office.

"Y/N. Itadori told me what happened. Get him on the bed,"

You all but dumped Gojo onto the bed.

"I know you don't like him but please be more gentle,"

You stepped back, allowing Ieiri to assess the damage but stepped out of the room when she cut open his shirt to reveal an almost black stain blooming from his chest and spreading to the rest of his upper body.

Surely Gojo would make it. Wounds often looked worse than they actually were right? At least that was often the case with you. Worried, you glanced at the red string. Muted! The red colour looked so muted in your finger! You flinched.

“Sorry for startling you,”

Ieiri retracted her hand from your shoulder.

“You can sit down you know, you seem to have been standing there for two hours looking lost,”

“I didn’t look lost, I was deep in thought,”

“More like deep in worry. He’s fine now, he just needs to rest, but I’m sure that’s news you weren’t hoping to hear,”

With that, she turned around to walk away.

“Ieiri,”

She stopped.

“Can I,” you swallowed, “Can I see him?”

She turned to face you with a surprised face that turned to a look of interest.

“Please,”

“Go ahead. Just promise me you won’t smother him in his sleep,”

You laughed lightly at her comment.

“No promises, his face is quite annoying to look at, don’t you think?”

“Fair enough, but I don’t want my energy to have gone to waste,”

Once again, she walked away from you as you sighed deeply and opened the door slowly. Gojo lay there sleeping peacefully.

“You idiot,” you whispered, “Don’t scare me like that,”

You sank down into the chair by the bed and simply observed him. He looked so peaceful without his face twisted into his stupidly dazzling smile or that incredibly infuriating smirk. His features were relaxed, and dare you say it, he looked almost angelic simply lying there. It was unfair how flawless he looked at all times of the day, even now, when he was asleep.

“Gojo Satoru, what are you doing to me? I tried so hard to shield my heart, but yet you managed to slip in through the smallest crack in my armour. I’ve grown to care about the kids, I cherish the relationship I have with them and you. I’ve tried so hard to resist your charms, but there’s something about you that draws me to you. I hate you. But I don’t want you to leave,”

After some time spent simply watching over him, you fell asleep in the chair, and unbeknownst to you, the corners of Gojo’s lips moved upwards slightly to form a small smile. How cute you were when you weren’t guarding yourself.

You awoke to someone playing with your hair as you realised your upper body was laying on Gojo’s bed while your lower body stayed seated in the chair. Your back would be killing you once you got out of this position.

"By the way, you can stop gripping the string so hard. I'm not going anywhere,"

Hastily, you let go of the string and winced at the marks your nails left in your palm. Gojo chuckled from his supine position.

“Shame, your absence would benefit everyone immensely,”

“Even as I’m on the brink of death, you still insult me, would it kill you to be nice?”

“So dramatic, Ieiri said you’d be fine. And can you please stop playing with my hair?" 

"No,"

You huffed and moved your head so you were no longer facing him. You would never admit it, but him playing with your hair felt nice. The string was a vibrant red again, and it was warm too. Much warmer than it had ever been.

"Does your pinkie sometimes feel cold?"

"It felt ice cold when I first met you, but I only noticed recently that it was much warmer. I suppose it gradually rose in temperature. Why do you ask?"

"During the weeks you were gone and even after you returned, my pinkie would not warm up,"

Neither of you said a word. You turned back to look at Gojo, who looked deep in thought.

"Were you feeling negative towards me recently?"

"I wouldn't say negative. More like I lost the motivation to keep trying to develop our relationship past just co workers,"

"I suppose that's why my pinkie felt cold then. I'm glad it's warm again,"

"Why?"

"Because I need the ego boost,"

"Y/N,"

"Gojo,"

"Please. Just please for once in your life be vulnerable here with me. I'm your soulmate, I'll understand,"

"Well it seems like you're the one wanting the ego boost. I know you were awake when I was rambling,"

"How?"

"You weren't very slick there with the whole 'I'm not going anywhere' line. It was very cheesy and very clearly a reply to what I said yesterday, so I will not be repeating those words again just for you to get an ego boost," 

"Worth a shot,"

Gojo tugged your arm and wrapped his arms around you.

"This is uncomfortable,"

"Deal with it soulmate. I can feel your heart rate increasing. You know you like it," 

"Whatever,"

The shouts of your students caused you to jump out of your skin and to simply fall onto Gojo's chest since his grip tightened around you.

"That was unnecessary," You complained

"We'll leave you two alone," Fushiguro said as he pushed everyone out of the room and shut the door behind him.

"I like your company," You whispered.

"Who doesn't?"

"I'm trying to be vulnerable here!"

"Sorry sorry. Continue,"

"Well now I don't want to,"

You yelped as Gojo flicked your forehead.

"I'll start then. You're a prickly one. You're hard to understand; you're cold; you're blunt; you're distant; you-"

"I don't think this is what being vulnerable is,"

"Let me continue,"

"Let me move into a more comfortable position first," You retorted.

Gojo sighed as you shifted so you sat upright on the bed. Your piercing gaze stared him down.

"You're intimidating, that's for sure. As well as uncooperative,"

Your pout made Gojo chuckle.

"But, despite all of that, I still find myself drawn to you. Why? Because you're captivating. You know what you're doing; you're skilled; you're passionate about teaching the kids; you care deeply for them even though you've tried staying distant and I find myself looking forward to hearing your witty remarks. They entertain me because you're so unpredictable and I look forward to seeing you everyday. Your habits are endearing as well, like your little notes on the students because you only want them to succeed or how you tend to space out a lot when you grow tired,"

Under Gojo's earnest stare, you reddened. Who knew he paid that much attention to you?

"Thank you,"

"You're burning up," He teased as he cupped your cheek softly.

Gojo braced himself for you to slap his hand away from your cheek, but you held true to your unpredictability and instead held his hand there.

"With you, you make me feel like what I'm doing is worthwhile. You're a ray of light in my dark world. I've lost many people and I never thought I'd find people to love again until I met you and you forced me to become a teacher. Your smirks and smiles, as infuriating as they are, make me smile. And I love hearing your laugh,"

"See? Wasn't so hard now was it?"

"You're right. It was excruciatingly difficult,"

"So dramatic. Come here,"

With his signature smile, Gojo opened up his arms for you to nestle into his chest.

"Thank you for being vulnerable with me," He whispered into your hair once you got comfortable.

"Thank you for being patient with me,"

"Anytime, soulmate,"

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IMAGINE:

I need your help

The young mechanic's breath quickened as his lock screen showed a text from MC, help with what? Was she starting to suspect him?

Uhm, you do remember that we have a paying customer in here?

Technically he wasn't lying, but maybe if he delayed the conversation she would forget? Highly unlikely.

Yes, I know

Richy sighed, might as well get this over. She wasn't gonna let up.

He is actually in the restroom right now, so if you hurry up...

Thanks Richy

A small smile tugged on his lips, as always sweet and polite. Ugh.

Can you think of anything to tell me about a "Jennifer" from Duskwood?

The phone nearly slipped from his hands as he read the text, how did MC know about Jennifer? And why was she asking HIM? Did she know his connection to the case? Oh god, this could be potentially bad and very catastrophic.

Quite a few things

I think I know three people with the name Jennifer in Duskwood.

He was bluffing, of course he was bluffing. He could feel the sweat on his hands starting to accumulate, how did she know about Jennifer???

It has something to do with the Duskwood Forest

Richy tugged on his hair, he knew EXACTLY what MC was talking about. And he was horrified, terrified, completely PETRIFIED.

You couldn't be talking about the girl that was found dead in the forest back then

Taking a deep breath, he reread the text he sent, honestly it sounded pretty calm, he hoped MC wouldn't be able to see through it.

To be honest I don't know yet

Okay, so MC didn't know everything about the circumstances involving Jennifer. This wasn't so bad after all, maybe....

I totally forgot about that. The whole town of Duskwood was up in arms at that time, as I am sure you can imagine.

He shook his head as if it would rid the awful memories from his consciousness, the guilt, the pain, it was inescapable.

What else can you think of?

As far as I know the killer was never found. They soon came to the conclusion that he wasn't from here and it didn't take long until Duskwood returned back to a state of normalcy.

Killer. He wasn't a killer, and neither was Hannah or......Amy. He hesitated as his inner demons waged war inside him, was he a killer though? Did he ultimately kill Amy by bringing her to the brink of suicide? He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the thought to release him from its torment.

Was there anything that indicated where the killer was from?

No, there was nothing. The three teenagers had buried the only form of evidence, the body. Richy had stolen the paper on the AMC Gremlin all those years ago, made it disappear. There was Nothing.

Well, I guess I don't know that much about the old case after all

What a piece of bull crap. He knew everything about Jennifer's death, as much as he wished he didn't. He wasn't innocent, the invisible blood on his hands still tormented him. Jennifer was dead.

But you know how people are. There are nicer things to think about than the thought of living next door to a murderer. And Jennifer wasn't from Duskwood either. So this makes the theory even more plausible.

Richy paused, the beginning question once again entering his mind. Why was she asking about the incident? About Jennifer?

But you don't think that Hannah has something to do with what happened back then, do you?

Unfortunately I do

He swallowed hard, if MC made the connection between Hannah and Jennifer, she would ultimately discover Amy's involvement, which would place him closer and closer to the burning flames.

Well I hope not.

"I wish not, I wish she didn't. I wish none of us did." He whispered underneath his breath, fist suddenly colliding with his desk. He didn't ask for this, why was this happening to him?

That happened at least ten years ago. Mmh, I think that's it. I don't know anything else.

I don't know anything else, that was one of the most bogus statements he had ever made in his whole life. He knew a lot about the incident, he knew too much. He wished it could have been different.

That was actually more information than I expected.

Chewing on his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Wait a minute.

Talk to you later.

Hold on real quick, why did you ask me that?

Was MC asking him this because she already suspected him? Or was she asking him this because of her subtle but at the same time obvious growing feelings for the mechanic?

Because I have a hunch that it might be getting me closer to Hannah

A small chuckle managed to escape his lips, was she messing with him? Or did she really not understand what he was getting at?

No, no, that's not what I meant. Why ME?

I like you

Richy's heart skipped a beat, she had finally said it. His mind raced, it was both a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time, what an oxymoron. MC had fallen for the culprit, for the man behind the mask. And he had messed up, by falling for her as well. Damn it.

I like you too, MC. A lot. Adios

He quickly logged off, needing time to think and reorganize his thoughts. The plan had to work, it was GOING to work, and then he would shoot his shot with MC, it would all work out.

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[pastel-omegas-blog]

Chapter three. Chapter five

CHAPTER FOUR

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

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                   ‡ One month earlier ‡

The first week after M/N had ' miraculously ' recovered he had to deal with his cousin stuck by his side constantly. 

If he wanted to open the windows?             " No. Your still to weak to be getting up. I'll do it "

Wanted to read a book ?

" No. You need to be resting, not filling your head with more load. The gods this child. "

Wanted to pour himself a cup of tea?

" Are you crazy?!! What if your hand goes limp and you pour hot leaf water on yourself!  "

If he wanted to use the bathroom.

" I'm coming with you. Now don't give me that your embarrassed crap. I washed your ass before and ain't nothing changed. "

When he opened his eyes from a small nap?

There she was sleeping by his side, her hands clasped desperately around his bony fingers.

Any normal person would have found it mildly annoying and would have blown up by now, but the omegan male didn't.

Because everytime Aria scolded him he would catch a glimpse of relief  and fear in her golden hues. Relief that he had managed to overcome the death that countless doctors had told her would eventually happen. A death that almost everyone seemed to be praying for. A death that would shatter her completely. He had woken up by some miracle and was recovering rapidly In just the few days he had been awake. The thought made her heart overflow with joy, but then a fear came to her mind.

What if it was all just a hoax ?

Like in the chatters she heard from other noble ladies or the stories she had read in her medical journals.

On the brink of death the victim would suddenly bounce back to full health, as if nothing was ever wrong to begin with. They would go back to their normal activities with a smile and for a moment it would be ike they had miraculously made a full recovery, that luck was on their side. They would be able to happily live their lives to the absolute fullest. Be able to spend time and create happy memories with their family and loved ones.

Only to wind up dead.

Simply gone like they had never stood up from their death beds. The healthy glow they had to them would disappear without a trace as their corpse laid there cold and pale.

And the time of recovery to when death came for it's bounty varied. From a few hours, to days, weeks, or even a month.

Aria felt the joy go cold like a steel blade as it sunk itself into her heart.

What if her baby cousin was a case like that? A spontaneous miracle that would turn to a mournful loss.

The thought scared her so much that she couldn't bring herself to leave the s/c man's side, what if she came back and all she found was his lifeless corpse?

It wasn't until the second weak and with presistent coaxing from the younger that she finally calmed down a bit. She wasn't as glued to his side, but any grunt of discomfort had her fussing over him all over again.

M/N had to stand his ground after that. Not that he hated the constant attention he was getting. No in fact it was the complete opposite. He absolutely loved being cuddled by the older omega. Whether it was because he had always adored Aria or he was completely touched starved he couldn't exactly tell, but he had to put an end to it.

All of her constant attention was paying off on him. He could walk on his own now with out much support, his flesh didn't look as if it was painted to his skeleton anymore as she had been stuffing him with food and his phermones were staring to perk up again, the grimy smell of sweat and boiled herbs leaving as his sweet scent of honey and peaches started to come back slowly. He was making a speedy recovery under her care. But her attention had been focused only on the h/c male as she had been neglecting herself.

Her expression had certainly brightened up since he woke up, but that was it. The bags under her eyes had grown darker, her usually rich chocolate colour looked like it was fading, her cheekbones were showing more and her scent was becoming weaker.

It brought an argument between the two of them. Aria screaming at him that she needed to take care of him and M/N refusing because she wouldn't take care of herself. Their back and forth banter was exhausting and at one point had led into both omegas baring their fangs at each other.

The petite male's actually growling at her shocked Aria more than she thought it would.

The M/N she knew was always docile. Never spoke up against other people's decision and always went along with what people chose for him. He never challenged anyone on a matter even if he had the power to do so as the son of a duke and as the then emperor. It was why he never changed his style of those ridiculous clothes he had been made to wear. It was the decision of the late Emperor and her baby cousin despite knowing what it would do to his social life if he wore them agreed. And he was the only one who had to bare all the harsh words and shame that came along with it. She had tried to pressure him to stand up for himself, because his dick of a husband was clearly not going to and he would always nod his head that he would. The man never did.

Yet here he was. His eyes narrowed , his normally soft e/c hues darkened with an anger that she had never seen before, his  lips pulled back to reveal a snarl as he bared his small fangs at her,a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he stared the raven haired women down.

The silence between the two of them was deafening as neither wanted to back down, but unexpectedly Aria laughed.

It started as a soft giggle, then a chuckle before erupting into a full blown laughter catching the s/c male off guard.  The tense atmosphere died down as the dark haired woman moved forward to place a hand on his head ruffling his soft locks and gaining a whine from him.

" This is what I was saying. Stand up for yourself from now on okay? You shouldn't be backing down to anyone " she said those words with a proud smile on her face and the other couldn't help but laugh as well, nodding in understatement.

Just like that Aria's mind became at rest. There was still the fear hidden deep within her, rearing it's ugly head every once in a while, but she always managed to force it back down. She wouldn't let it win.

M/N wouldn't say he enjoyed his new found alone time. He missed being cuddled and having his every need been taken care of, but Aria had finally started taking proper care of herself and he loved watching the sparkle and fierceness come back to her gold hues, her hair becoming silky than it had ever been, her beautiful chocolate coloured skin glowing in richness. Her body getting curvy in all the right places as she filled in nicely, her clothes becoming to snug to on her and showing off her new voluptuous from.    Her change in appearance could even be considered drastic, just like he's sudden change. They both looked like completely different people.  Like Aria had put it.

They had finally blossomed.

If it had been before, when the h/c male had looked at the world differently, he would have praised the god for finally answering his prayers.  For giving him  a desirable body so he would be able to win Marrav over ( completely disregarding the fact that he might have inherited it from his mother)  he would have probably made a donation to the temple to show his faith and greatfulness   and being merciful to him and his mother figure. But as he held a beautifully decorated glowing red ruby like  in his hands he knew otherwise.

The gem was oval like in shape and it was  the size of his palm. It was surrounded by big milky white pearls and two gold chip like pieces at the pointed ends. Whenever he looked inside he could see  soft colours of blue, lavender, green, orange, silver, white and gold swirling around, but the thing that stood out amongst all this was the golden cross embedded in the middle.  Other than it was a pretty design the symbol reminded him of the crazed deity that had given him comfort in that dark endless abyss. In fact if he turned it sideways, it reminded him of the creature's eye staring right at him, how the gem shone in the sunlight creeping through his open curtains reminded him of the sadistic gleam in their eyes, it didn't help that at times the cross itself seemed to glow and move ever so slightly away from the center, further solidifying his theory.

Apart from how pretty it looked. It was powerful.

It took about half an hour of staring at the thing for him to figure out the colours floating inside the gem's core were månå streams.

RAW PURE MÅNÅ STREAMS!

They were all just  swimming around in it, holding different månå affinities, both normal earthly månå and spiritual

Blue - Water.

Orange - Fire.

Green - Earth.

Silver - Wind.

Lavender - Healing.

Gold - Holy light.

White - The ability to merge other månå elements together.

A rare månå affinity that was said to only be a rumour. An ability so strong that the mere name of it caused seasoned warriors and magicians from all races to shiver in fear.

He had it.

He noticed bits of black floating around as well, but he decided to ignore that.

M/N didn't even know what to do with it at first. All this power was literally in the palm of his hand.

He could literally decided to over throw the Emperor and take the kingdom for himself and nobody would be able to stop him.

But he couldn't.

Because he didn't know how to use the damn thing!

There weren't any ancient inscriptions on it like with all those long forgotten swords from the ancient Empire. The books he had Aria get for him that held knowledge of månå stone and gems also proved to be useless, nothing in them even mentioning about that a gem that had different types of månå elements flowing through it, they usually focused on only one particular element.

Nothing like the monstrosity he held in his hands. So he was back to square zero literally have no leads on what to do.

It vexed.

Without knowing how to use it the gem was nothing more than useless shiny rock. He had to drop it inside his drawer to look away from it, because he feared the anger boiling on him would make him throw the gem at the wall of his room and shatter it. He reluctantly brought it back out to stare at it. 

Longingly eyes watching, staring into it's surface and it felt as if the cross was staring stare into his soul. The soft glow of it felt like it was mocking him.

After that it was hard not to feel helpless for a few minutes. How could he not?

Apart from the infinite possibilities it held the omega had been happy for a small moment. Happy that he would finally be able to use månå for the first time since his was closed off when he was only a pup.

He bit his bottom lip softly as an attempt to stop the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

He could remember being chained in the center of a magic circle, high council members of the Temple  surrounding him as they shouted out chants. He could still remember the burning pain in his veins as they forcibly drained every bit of his månå reserve. Only leaving just a small amount.  Enough for him to survive, but he would never be able to draw out månå again, never be able to use magic. They had taken that away from him, taken his chance of ever having a promising future, simply because they were afraid of what he could become.

They were scared of something that could possibly threaten their high positions in power, so they stole the future of a young child and condemned him to a life of suffering and rejection.

He didn't notice when the soft nibble on his bottom lip turned to a harsh bite , his fangs digging into the soft skin and drawing blood. He only noticed when the gem began to rattle softly in his grip, shining a soft bright red color, the cross now gone from it's original position instead ' looking ' straight at him- No. Not at him. It was focused on the blood that had started dripping down his chin. The emotion that seemed to be swirling in it caught the s/c omega's attention. He knew it to well after all. 

It was desperation.

It made a haughty smirk appear on his blood stained lips, the helpless look from before gone as if it was never there. Looks like he finally got a response. 

He brought the jewel closer to his lips watching how the cross began to shake feverishly it's shine getting brighter as it neared the h/c male's wounded lips, only for the omega to pull away. An amused look showing in his e/c hues as the jewel seemed to glare at him.

" Awww don't glare at me like that. You seemed to be enjoying yourself when you watching me look all pitiful, so it's only fair I have some fun too~ " the man said coyly a laugh escaping his lips as the jewel seemed to growl in protest. The pleased look on his face quickly vanished and an unreadable expression took place as he brought the object to his face turning it sideways to stare right into the huge ' eye '.

" I know who you are, so I don't need to prod you for that. Why you followed me here I don't know nor do I care. I just want you to lend me your power ". A serious expression took place on the s/c man's face as he stared at the object waiting to see it's reaction. What he got was the jewel glowing a dark red almost blinding him and he had to shut his eyes close to keep his vision intact, when the glow calmed down the h/c man opened his eyes a frown tugging on his blood stained lips. " I'll take that as a 'No ' " he mumbled bringing his free hand to rub his temples, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, in response to his comment the cross shoke around.

Waving his free hand in surrender M/N spoke up again.

" Fine, fine. I guess a came on a little too cocky on that demand " the omega started softly ignoring the look the 'eye ' threw at him.     " So what about this?  We make a deal. Help each other with our goals.... " The petite male started only continuing when the object was staring directly at him.

" Let's be honest if you were to appear to anyone else you would either be purge as a demonic entity  because of the dark månå flowing off you, or you would be found by a greedy noble who would never give you what you want. That's why you came to me isn't it ? " M/N took it's silence as a yes .

" I can help you with want you, but it will be for a price of course. You already know what I want. So what is your desire? I will do what I can in my power to make sure you attain it as long as I will be rewarded. " The omega stated firmly waiting for the gem to respond in anyway it could.

As long as he would be able to get his revenge it didn't matter what it would take.  He would do it.

" I WaNT tO Be A gOd AGAIN "

The sudden voice spooked the petite male and he almost dropped the jewel in shock. His heart beating rapidly in his chest, his eyes widening as he recognized it.

It was the same one from the void

As his heart calmed down, it took a few second for his mind to process the words before they finally sunk in.

A god? Really? He hadn't been expecting to hear that.

" I kNEw iT wOUld Be A feAt  TO IMPossIbLE- "

 The voices  started again only to be cut off by a soft giggle coming from the h/c man, then a chuckle, before it became a full on crazed laughter from the human.

" A god?! Hah! Never would I have expected to hear that " M/N managed to force out between laughs as he wiped a stray tear that had rolled down his cheeks.

Amused e/c eyes stared straight into the ' eye ' the smirk returning to his bloody lips. " If a god is what you want to become then so shall it be. You only need over a hundred loyal followers to be recognized as one. If you lend me your power I can make it happen, so won't you trust me and make a contract ? "

The being inside the gem couldn't help but have second thoughts as it stared at the man, but seeing the crazed and determined look behind his e/c eyes it couldn't help but smirk.

" FinE~ It's A DEaL . A bIT OF BlOoD WILL BInD uS ToGeTHeR As ONE~ "

The voice cooed out and M/N's smirk grew bigger. Bringing the jewel to his lips he placed a soft kiss on it smearing the blood on his lips on it.

At first nothing happened, then his body was enveloped in a red light and it felt lighting was passing through his veins. As quick as it started it ended. The gem in his hand glowed for a brief moment before it went dim, shakily the petite male managed to untangle himself from his sheets, his feet hitting the cold floor as he made his way to the full length body mirror at the farthest corner of his room.

The first thing he noticed about his appearance were his now orange coloured cat like eyes, the next was the wound on his lips was completely healed , then the next were the golden lines running through his body. From his face to his arms , chest, stomach, legs , they were everywhere glowing slightly everyone once in a while.

" Remember what you promised me. "

The voice ringing in his head snapped him out of his thoughts. " If you fail to keep to your promise I'll take your measly soul for compensation " it warned ,but the omega simply brushed it off. " Oh don't worry I won't " his voice had a sickly sweet ring to it as he still stared at his strange new appearance, snapping his fingers as a test and he watched his appearance fade back to his original look.

" In fact. I have the perfect candidate to be your first follower " the h/c male hummed out in a sing song tone as he made his way back to the bed, not wanting Aria to find him out of bed lest he received another scolding. " I just need to break his moral first and that's where I need your power " his words caught the beings attention. " You already want to start using månå in this weak state of yours ? "  It asked bewilderment laced in it's voice making the h/c man scowl. " I know I'm weak, no need to rub it in " he muttered ignoring the laughter coming from the being " And he's not worthy to waste any power on. I just want to you to spread a rumour. Can you do that ? ". It was the voice turn to scoff. " Of course I can. What do you take me for. But why a baseless rumor ? "  It asked curious to the the petite male's plan.

" Because people love to talk that's why "

he replied, gazing out the window with a soft smile on his plump lips. " Don't you know? Even the smallest rumor can be the down fall of a mighty empire. Rumors are a poison, whether there true or not is none of peoples concern. They just want to be able to mock others so they can feel better about themselves."

The h/c man explained his smile almost looking sinister.

" Especially if they think that someone is better than them. "

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[critical-roll-fanfics]

Bandages (Grog Strongjaw x reader)

Looking around at the group of assholes around me. Dragging our asses back to whitestone after kicking some serious ass.

Pike tried her best to heal us all from the brink of death but in doing that she exusted herself. She is now in Grogs arms, being cradles against his chest. He is stroking her hair as she rests, regaining her strength.

Grog is the best out of us all he has a sadness in his eyes, looking amongst all of his wounded friends, knowing he can't help them.

Vex is helping Percy limp along.

Vax clinging to Kelith for dear life.

Scanlan, mourning the lute that is now snapped in two.

Me, well, I'm clutching my still bleeding side. Walking behind the rest of my friends, making sure no one gets left behind.

Whitestone is visable just being in veiw.

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Walking through the crowded streets we aproch the castle.

Some servents help the rest off the group get inside to Keeper Yennen and her staff. One of the comes up to me and try to put his arm around me.

"No thank you, I can deal with myself." I snap at him, making the others look at me in shock. I shake my head and walk swiftly past everyone into the castle.

Walking through the gaurd lined halls and up the steps, I make my way into my room. I open my drawer and rumage through the shit in it, looking for the bandages that I keep in there. It takes a minute before my hand finally finds one. "Fuck yeah." I say as I bring the bandages out of the drawer. I walk into my bathroom to draw myself a warm bath, setting the bandages on the table at the side of the bath.

I strip off all of my armor and place it down gently in a bin to be cleaned by the door to my room before walking back into the bathroom and setting myself down into the warm water, allowing the water to engulf my body. The water seeping into my fresh wounds, the blood still trickling out, giving the water a slight read tint. I hiss as the water seeps further into my wound, stinging the flesh inside of them.

I sit there and wash myself before fully submerging my head into the water. I sit there fully submerged untill I need to come up for air. I sit up and take a deep breath. I stand from the water to dry myself off.

Wrapping myself in a towel I grab the bandages while walking past the table into my room.

A heavy knock comes from my door just as I walk into my room. "Ugh." I walk over and place my hand on the door knob, debating on weither or not to open it. I turn the knob and open the door a little bit to see who it was. Grog stood there looking down at me with those innocent eyes.

"Are you ok Y/N?" He says looking me over, noticing that my hair was wet. "Am I interupting something?" He tilts his head

"No Grog. Actully I could use your help." I say smiling at my great idea. I open the door wider and invite him in. He closes his eyes when he notices my lack of clothing.

"Should I give you a minute?"

"Let me throw some pants on and you'll be good love" I go over to my dresser and pick out the baggeist pants I have, putting them on and completely dropping my towel, looking down at my still gaping wound. "Alright Grog, you can open your eyes." He opens his eyes, that soon find my bare top half, scanning over it, eyes eventully finding the gash on my side.

"You should get that checked out." He says point down at the wound.

"Nah, I heal fast, I just need some help bandageing this up." I say giving his a smile and holding out the bandage. He walks over and takes the bandage out of my hand, unraveling it, and wrapping it around my body until the wound is fully covered. Stepping back to admire his work, giving me a thumbs up. "Thank you Grog." I say reaching for a shirt that was laying on the floor, pulling it over my head and going up to him, and hugging him. I feel is strong arms wrap around my as he picks me up and gives me a bone crushing hug.

"Y/N, I'm glad that your ok."

"I'm glad I'm ok to, but I need to go to bed."

"Oh ok." He looks sad as he puts me down. I grab onto his hand.

"Stay?"

"Yes." As he says this he swoops me up and lays me down on my bed, laying next to me he uses on arm to pull the blankets up onto us and the other wraps around me.

#grog strongjaw x reader #grog x reader #vox machina fic

[robininthelabyrinth]

For the prompts thing, maybe Wen Qing was always raised to be WRH's heir?

spiritual successor to this minifill but can be read alone

Untamed

“Uncle,” Wen Qing said as she applied the treatment that helped her uncle retain what he could of his sanity. “I had an idea.”

“Oh no,” her uncle said, and chuckled when she lifted up an acupuncture needle threateningly, as if to say mind your tongue when you’re on the wrong end of these! “Yes, yes. What’s the idea? I hope you’re not going to suggest that we give up on the Yin Metal again. We’ve committed far too many resources to it to stop now, when we’re so close.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, a touch regretfully. She didn’t share her uncle’s enthusiasm for the stuff – she didn’t think it was going to be anywhere near as effective as he thought it would, but she had to admit he’d had some pretty stunning successes so far. All those cultivators saved from the brink of death…maybe the Yin Metal really would give them a chance to change the world for the better.

No matter what any other sect thought about it.

“I was just thinking that there’s a different way we could proceed,” she said. “In terms of getting around having to fight the other sects – A-Xu and A-Chao are too aggressive in their thinking.”

She’d seen their plans. Attacking another sect like that…! And not just one, but two, if the sacking of the Lan sect didn’t sufficiently terrify the other sects into surrendering.

Which she didn’t think it would. The Nie sect hated them to no end, but no one listened to them right now – but that would change if the Lan sect were attacked, if the Wen sect proved that they really were as big a threat as the Nie were always saying they were. The smaller sects were viciously proud, jealous of their autonomy; they might say nice words about submitting to the Wen (even if it was for their own best interest!), but they wouldn’t really mean it. They’d scheme behind their back, and maybe unify, and then where would they be?

Losing good men, that was were. Killing, instead of curing.

No, that approach was no good.

“I’m listening,” her uncle said. “You always had a better head on your shoulders than either of those louts.”

Wen Qing smiled.

“I think we should find a different way to unify the sects under us,” she said. “Not through war, but…well. I’m about the right age to start thinking of marriage, aren’t I?”

Her uncle’s eyebrows arched.

“Clearly sending you to take Qiren’s classes with all those men was a bad idea,” he remarked, but he looked amused. “All right. Which one did you take a fancy to?”

“Uncle, please,” she scolded. “Listen to the full idea first!”

“All right, I’m listening, I’m listening. Didn’t I say I was listening? Have pity on my old bones and tell me already.”

“If you recognize me formally as your heir,” she said, “we could plausibly propose to the Lan sect that Lan Wangji be married in.”

“Married in?”

“He’s only a second son. Why not?”

Her uncle was frowning thoughtfully. “He’s not your type.”

“He’s not,” Wen Qing agreed. “But Wei Wuxian – Sect Leader Jiang’s favorite bastard, you know – is madly in love with him. He’ll lose his mind if he hears he’s been involuntarily engaged against his will.”

“And that will achieve…what?”

“Me marrying Jiang Cheng, bringing the Jiang under our control.” Wen Qing smiled. “And with Mistress Jiang marrying Jin Zixuan, as they both clearly want, and Wei Wuxian marrying Lan Wangji…well, that’s everyone but the Nie, isn’t it? Let them roar as much as they like; by themselves they can’t do much.”

“Ah, A-Qing,” her uncle said. “Truly, you’re my favorite for a reason.”

#mdzs #wen qing #wen ruohan #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons