#it’s all about the little movements with bishop

[chuuyrr]

ALL I THINK ABOUT IS KARMA — DAZAI OSAMU

=͟͟͞♡ CW(s): gn! reader, spoilers for bungo stray dogs, reader is an ability user that is capable of inducing karma. short fic.

=͟͟͞♡ SYNOPSIS: in which crime and punishment is not a match for karma.

=͟͟͞♡ NOW PLAYING: look what you made me do by taylor swift and gods by new jeans

BYR ! this was written as a second part of this fic right here with the season 5 finale plot but it can be read alone.

in the helicopter, the vampirism virus coursing through your veins reached its peak. dazai's intricate plan had unfolded, but little did he know about the latent power within you.

as fyodor smirks, reveling in his perceived victory, a surge of karma emanated from your core.

crimson energy clashed with the vampiric curse, creating a chaotic dance of dark and light within you. fyodor's control wavered as your newfound ability fought against the insidious virus, and you seized the opportunity to break free.

with newfound strength, you wrestled control from fyodor's grasp, and his eyes widened in disbelief as the tides turned upon him. in a swift motion, you drew a silver dagger hidden beneath your coat, its blade reflecting the eerie glow of the vampire-infested surroundings.

as the helicopter's propeller rattled in the night sky, you lunged at fyodor, your swift yet harsh movements fueled by a mix of vengeance and the unyielding force of karma. the blade found its mark, sinking into fyodor's side, impaling him into his seat.

his sly grin turned to a grimace of pain.

a clash between the demon and the enduring will of a human refusing to succumb. fyodor's deep purple eyes saw how your ability to manipulate karma tipped the scales in your favor. the crimson energy emanating from you intensified, enveloping both of us in a swirling maelstrom.

blood seeped from his lips as he coughed in pain after being stabbed by his own and supposedly mind-controlled driver, and his blood turned cold as he looks up to see the red in your eyes flicker back into a [color] with your fangs shrinking back to its normal size.

fyodor wasn't one for surprises since he usually has everything deduced and planned accordingly, but this once, you have made that possible for him.

how could he let you slip out of his control just like the gravity manipulator too? fyodor was certain you had been infected with the virus and was not faking, especially with the way your eyes flickered back then.

"right on time, [name]!" a smile tugs on dazai's lips as he claps his hands, though the gravity manipulator was quite tense, even if everything was just exact and accordingly to the plan.

each piece across the hoard moved with calculated precision, whispering secrets of a plot that only you and dazai could decipher, leaving fyodor oblivious to the unfolding intrigue.

"how?" fyodor coughs, holding a bitter smile that was heavy with betrayal and suspicion.

the ivory and ebony chess pieces mirrored the clash between light and darkness in the intricate game. dazai, with his characteristic smirk, slid his bishop forward, symbolizing a clandestine maneuver on your part with responding with a cunning knight's leap.

"easy, i purposely got myself bitten and infected to get close to you," you met his gaze with a determined glint across your eyes, "you think chuuya was the only one?"

pieces danced across the board, and the climax of our plan unfolded in a daring sacrifice—a queen's gambit that left fyodor's defenses vulnerable.

dazai, standing nearby, couldn't resist a smirk, "to put it simply," he interjected, stepping forward with a sly confidence, "​[name]'s ability is capable of inducing karma. even if they got infected, the ability within them will continue to act on."

fyodor's gaze shifted to dazai, suspicion etched across his face, "what do you mean?" he demands.

dazai's smile widened as he relished the unfolding revelation, "you might have gotten control of [name], but you can't control karma," he explains with a hint of amusement.

"it's an ability that is still dependent on the course of action of [name]'s target."

as the truth sank in, fyodor's composure faltered. the realization that his meticulous plans had a flaw, a flaw rooted in the unpredictable nature of karma, left him momentarily speechless.

"once you play god, they're gonna crumble one by one," you remark, your voice echoing with a conviction that resonated through the chaos surrounding all of you, and the words hung in the air like an irreversible verdict, sealing fyodor's fate.

"but consider this, fyodor," you continue, the whirring of the helicopter blades adding a rhythmic cadence to my words as you begin to take the helicopter to the heavens.

"in your pursuit of power, you played the role of a god, all according to your whims," you say, your voice carrying a solemn weight with karma speaking for itself through you, "but just as hubris led to the fall in tales of old, karma now unravels the threads of your false godhood."

the helicopter's descent mirrored the descent into the inevitable consequences of fyodor's actions, "attempting to control others as if they were mere pawns in your game? tch, some god you are."

you shake your head however with a chuckle, carrying the smile of the true devil, "even if crime and punishment are close friends as you say, karma, divine retribution, or the scales of justice, all point to the same truth in the end: actions have consequences, and those who attempt to manipulate the threads of destiny will find themselves entangled in a web of their own making. this is your kingdom come."

with a final, knowing gaze, you leap from the plummeting helicopter, embracing the uncertainty below. the crash, a symphony of destruction, unfolded.

"chuuya!" dazai yells as soon as he sees your figure across the smoke in the skies.

"working me like a damn dog, bastard. i got them!" chuuya hisses at the other first before he emerges from the ground, catching you with a grace that defied the chaos and gravity.

you were then brought to dazai's embrace, and you stood with him, amidst the flames of the crashed helicopter illuminating the night, a symbolic end to fyodor's ill-fated attempts to play god—an end brought about by the intertwining forces of the karma within you.

dazai, with sincerity in his eyes, pulls you into a tender embrace, his lips meeting your forehead in a gentle kiss, and as he rests his forehead against mine, he whispers, "you did it, love."

with a soft exhale, you whisper back, relieved and grateful, "we did it. all of us. it's finally over."

in that intimate moment, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. the chaos, the vampirism virus, fyodor's manipulation—all of it seemed to fade into the background. dazai's acknowledgment held a profound significance, a recognition of the strength within you, warming your cheeks as a smile tugs on your lips.

"tch, get a goddamn room you idiots!" chuuya interjects, making his presence known to you and dazai again after you two seemingly forget.

karma is a cat allows its user to induce karma, which can be a blessing or a curse that may or may not include the bending of reality, but it is highly dependent on the target's course of action and the sincerity of the heart around the user.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd imagines #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd dazai #bsd oneshot #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai osamu x you #dazai scenarios #dazai imagines

[b1ackoutartist]

Secret Parentage

natasha romanoff x reader

kate bishop x yelena belova

it´s kinda long, I´m sorry

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The scent of macaroni and cheese wafted through Yelena's apartment, a thick blanket of comfort that wrapped itself around the kitchen. Yelena stirred the simmering pot, a relaxed grin tugging at her lips. She'd always been fond of the simple pleasures, cooking being one of them. But the sudden shrill of her phone disrupted the peaceful tranquility.

"Kate," she answered, recognition coloring her tone with a touch of warmth. The speakerphone echoed throughout the room as she returned her attention back to the stove.

"Hey Yelena," Kate's voice came through, a hint of excitement behind her usual cool composure. "Just wanted to let you know that Y/N just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl."

The spoon Yelena was stirring with clinked against the pot, the news sending a wave of delight through her. "That's wonderful! Are they both okay?"

"Both are fine and resting," Kate assured. "I'll swing by in a bit to fill you in on the details."

A silent laugh escaped Yelena, and she shook her head in bemusement. "Kate, you always sound like we're in some sort of spy novel."

A shared chuckle passed between them before Yelena's curiosity piqued. "So, the million-dollar question, who's the father? You've been incredibly cryptic about that."

There was a pause on the other end, Kate's hesitance almost palpable. "I promised Y/N I wouldn't tell anyone," she finally admitted.

"But, Kate," Yelena objected, her tone a mixture of surprise and a bit of hurt. "We're practically family."

The sound of a deep breath was heard over the speaker. "It's Natasha."

The name hung heavily in the air, a phantom weight that stilled Yelena's movements completely. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was the gentle bubbling of the mac and cheese.

"Yelena?" Kate's voice was tinged with worry, breaking the silence.

Yelena shook herself out of her stupor. "Kate, I can't... I can't just not tell Natasha. That's not fair."

"You have to," Kate pleaded, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. "I promised Y/N."

"I don't understand," Yelena admitted, her voice trembling slightly with the strain of it all. "Why wouldn't she want Natasha to know?"

Kate sighed audibly over the phone. "Because Natasha is Natasha, and Y/N doesn't want her child to grow up with someone who... who doesn't commit, you know?"

Behind Yelena, the front door of the apartment creaked open, and in the hallway, the silhouette of Natasha Romanoff froze, the remnants of their conversation drifting towards her, tugging the ground from beneath her feet.

"Yelena, you cannot tell her," Kate's plea echoed through the speakerphone again, the urgent tension of the request clinging to each syllable.

The stress bubbled up within Yelena, boiling over into exasperation. "But Natasha... Natasha could be a great mother, Kate."

"I don't disagree, Yelena," Kate admitted, her voice softening a little. "But this is Y/N's wish. She doesn't trust that Natasha will be there in the long run, not with her lifestyle."

That hit Yelena like a punch to the gut, and she couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips. This was not a conversation she wanted to be a part of. Yet, here she was, stuck between the woman she loved and the sister she would do anything for.

"Kate, I..." Yelena's voice faltered for a moment before she gathered herself. "Okay. Fine. But only because I love you, Kate. This...this doesn't feel right."

She knew that this promise could strain her relationship with her sister, but Yelena also knew that she had to respect Y/N's decision. After all, it was Y/N's life, Y/N's child, and Y/N's secret to keep.

Meanwhile, Natasha was still frozen in the hallway, her mind racing to process everything she had overheard. The sting of reality hit her like a cold wave, taking her breath away. Y/N, the one woman who'd managed to sneak past her walls, the woman she had shared a single, reckless night with, had just given birth to their child.

And no one told her.

A sense of betrayal gnawed at her heart as she tried to grapple with the fact that Y/N, her own sister, and even Kate didn't trust her enough to be a part of her own child's life. It was a pain far deeper than any physical wound she'd ever endured.

The realization dawned on her that Y/N didn't just keep her in the dark; she didn't trust her enough to shine a light on their shared secret. That hurt more than anything, and Natasha was left standing in the dimly lit hallway, nursing a wound that would take more than time to heal.

Silently, Natasha picked up her keys from the small table near the entrance, the metallic jingle echoing ominously in the silence. She quietly slipped out the door, making sure to leave no trace of her presence. As she descended the staircase, her heart seemed to mirror the sinking feeling within her.

Her car, parked on the side street, offered refuge from the turmoil of her thoughts. She got in and made a snap decision to go grocery shopping, a task she'd planned to do later. The distraction was needed now.

As the cityscape passed by her car window, Natasha’s mind wandered back to Y/N. The multiple rejections stung, but she could handle that. She'd been through worse, after all. What she couldn't wrap her mind around was that one unforgettable night when the lines blurred between friendship and something more. The memories were hazy, coloured with the fog of alcohol, yet the feeling was unmistakable - a connection she hadn't felt before.

But when morning came, Y/N was back to keeping her distance, the wall between them rebuilt seemingly stronger than ever. And now, this revelation... it was all too much to take in at once.

Natasha squeezed the steering wheel, the leather creaking under her grip as she navigated through the city traffic. "I'd be a good mom," she muttered to herself, her voice a hollow echo in the confines of her car. "I’d be there for my kid."

Money wasn't an issue, she was fortunate in that regard. And love? She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could and would love her child fiercely and unconditionally.

Natasha sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that spoke volumes of her turmoil. She couldn't fathom why others doubted her ability to be a good mother. Was her reputation that tarnished in their eyes?

She wished she could make them see that she was more than her past, that she was capable of loving and caring for a child, her child. But wishes, as Natasha knew all too well, were often far from reality.

And as she pulled into the Target parking lot, the reality of her situation settled heavily on her heart. Her world had changed in ways she could never have anticipated, and now she had to figure out how to navigate through this new reality, one where she was a mother, but not quite yet.

Natasha navigated the familiar aisles of Target, her usual efficiency replaced with a somber pace. Every shelf she passed seemed to hold a memento of Y/N, memories hidden within the mundane. The rich, dark chocolate Y/N preferred, the soft, oversized sweaters she loved to curl up in during colder months, the very specific brand of tea she swore by... each item pulled at Natasha’s heartstrings.

Without a second thought, Natasha picked up each one, letting her fingers trace over the packages as she placed them in her cart. It wasn't rational, she knew. But it felt like a silent ode to the woman who unknowingly held a part of her heart, and now, a part of her life in a way she never imagined.

As she reached the baby section, Natasha found herself frozen in her tracks. Rows upon rows of tiny clothes, baby bottles, soft plush toys, and an endless variety of baby essentials stretched out before her. Her gaze landed on a small teddy bear, its brown fur soft and welcoming.

She picked it up, her fingers running over the plush fabric as she examined it. Her heart clenched at the thought of her child, her and Y/N's child, holding this teddy bear, finding comfort in its softness the way she wished she could provide.

Biting her lower lip, a habit she indulged in when deep in thought, she made her decision. The teddy bear went into the cart, nestled between the chocolate and the sweater, a poignant symbol of the new reality she was coming to terms with.

Each item in her cart was a silent promise, a commitment to Y/N and their child. A promise that despite what others thought, she would prove herself worthy of being a part of her child's life. And maybe, just maybe, she could make Y/N see it too.

Much later that evening, Yelena and Kate found themselves navigating the sterile hospital corridors to visit Y/N once more. The glow of the evening sun filtered in through the hospital windows, casting long, warm shadows. Their steps were hushed, each tread careful, wanting to respect the silence in case Y/N was still asleep.

They reached Y/N's room, the door slightly ajar. With a cautious hand, Yelena gently pushed it open. The sight that greeted them made her heart stop.

There, cradled in Natasha's arms, was the baby. Natasha's face was soft, vulnerable, her green eyes shining with unshed tears as she gazed at the newborn in her arms. A gentle smile graced her lips as she murmured soft words to the baby, her posture protective, her aura radiating warmth and affection.

The scene was so tender, so intimate, that it took Yelena's breath away. She could not resist capturing this moment. She quickly pulled out her phone, and with a silent click, the moment was immortalized.

Kate glanced at Yelena and the phone in her hand, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and indignation. "Yelena!" she hissed, quickly pulling her girlfriend away from the scene. The glare she sent Yelena's way spoke volumes.

Yelena just grinned sheepishly at Kate, tucking her phone away with a shrug. "What? It was a cute picture."

Kate only shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips. "You're in so much trouble," she muttered, not really angry, but worried about the consequences of Yelena's impulsive act.

The room was filled with a hushed tranquility as Natasha held her daughter, a soft lullaby whispering through the silence. Natasha's heart swelled with emotions she couldn't put into words. The tiny bundle in her arms felt so right, so perfect that it made her heart ache.

"Hello, little one," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her gaze transfixed on the sleeping face of her daughter. "I'm Natasha. I'm your mom."

The baby let out a small gurgle, as if in recognition, her tiny hands reaching out and Natasha held her breath as she felt her finger being grabbed.

A tender smile stretched across her face, as she continued, "I want you to know, I love you so much already. You're my little girl, my beautiful miracle."

Her gaze flickered to the bag resting on the chair nearby, filled with the day's purchases from Target. "I got you something today," she said, her voice catching in her throat as she gestured toward the bag. "Your first teddy bear. It's soft and cuddly, just like you."

With that, she pressed a featherlight kiss on the baby's forehead before gently laying her back down in the crib. Her fingers traced the outline of the baby's face one last time, her heart aching at the thought of leaving. But she had to, she knew. For now, at least.

Her gaze lingered on Y/N, sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, a mix of longing and regret shadowing her eyes. She wanted so much more, wanted to be a part of this new family she unknowingly created. Yet, she respected Y/N's decision, no matter how much it hurt.

With one last look at her daughter and the woman she loved, Natasha quietly exited the room, her heart heavy yet filled with an unspoken promise.

"I will be back," she whispered to the silent corridor, a vow hanging in the quiet air. "For both of you."

As Natasha navigated the labyrinth of city streets, the glow of her phone screen lit up the car's interior. A new message. From Yelena. She pulled over to the side of the road, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure what to expect.

Unlocking her phone, she opened the message. It was a photo. The picture filled her screen, and for a moment, Natasha could hardly breathe. It was her. Her and the baby. The soft light of the hospital room painted a warm, tender tableau of a mother and her child.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth, her eyes welling up with emotions as she stared at the photograph. It was real. It was tangible. It was her – holding her daughter.

Without hesitation, she quickly set the picture as her background. Now, every time she'd unlock her phone, she'd be greeted with the image of her and her daughter. A constant reminder of what she now had in her life, and a promise of what she was willing to fight for.

With that, she took a deep breath, the simple act seeming to fill her with newfound determination. She put her phone away, her eyes lingering on the image a moment longer before she focused back on the road.

As she continued her drive home, her mind raced with thoughts, plans, and dreams, and her heart filled with a love she had only just begun to explore. And every time doubt crept into her mind, she would just glance at her phone screen, at the picture that held her world in its frame, and she would know that she was ready to face anything for the sake of her daughter and the woman she loved.

#black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov #black widow x reader #marvel

[midnightlizard]

Christmas help

Kate Bishop x gn!reader

Summary: basically the plot of Hawkeye, but with reader as Kate's partner

Warnings: Hawkeye spoilers, angst with a happy ending, some curse words

Word count: 5256

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"okay I know it may sound crazy, but you have to believe me"

"why wouldn't I believe you?"

"well, because this is really crazy"

"Kate honey, we've been together for a while, I think I’m used to your level of craziness." You shrugged your shoulders.

"no-ugh" She removed one hand from her pocket to grab your wrist and pull you into a less crowded street, which was hard considering it was Christmas time. "this time, it was crazy for me too. I met...an avenger"

At this you widened your eyes. A thing that not many people knew, your girlfriend being one of them, is that you were the newest avenger, fighting crimes for almost five years now, but the other avengers agreed that with you still being a student it was safer to hide your identity. You trusted them not to tell random people who you were, but the thought did cross your mind.

"excuse me, you met who? Who did you meet?" You might already knew the answer by the excitement on her face, but you still wanted a confirmation.

"I met Hawkeye" she whisper-yelled "you could say we're partners now"

"partners...with Clint?"

"yea I figured he's not the most social person in the world but we, wait" she suddenly stops, confusion on her face "how do you know his name?"

...

Shit

"you remember the whole ultron thing? all the avengers' informations got leaked, i read his name" You shrugged. Thank god for those drama classes and quick thinking. "how did you meet him?" you changed the subject, and she seemed to fall into your trap.

"do you remember that charity thing my mom hosted right? turns out there was a big illegal auction and, you know Ronin? yea his suit was there and the tracksuit mafia wanted to buy it but I stole it before they could, I didn't want it I didn't know it was there, I was there just because my mom forced me to go, you know I don't like the parties my mom throws-"

"Kate" you stopped her messy rant, repeating your question. "how did you meet Clint?"

She nodded, collecting her thoughts before speaking again. "Clint knows Ronin wants his suit back, but we first have to take down these people, and it's better if we do it before Christmas because he made a promise to his family to be celebrate it with them."

You sighed, that was typical of Clint, he wouldn't leave if he knew a civilian was in danger. You never heard of this tracksuit mafia, but if it wanted Ronin, it's not something to joke about.

"that's why you have those cuts on you face?"

"yea we got into -a kind of- a fight, after we...got kidnapped, well he did. I just followed him." she responded hesitantly.

"Kate!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I had to help him. And yes I should have told you but that's why I called you. I wanted to spend a little time with you while I grabbed something to eat." she raised the bag she was holding.

"let's go home, you need to take care of those wounds" you said, knowing she doesn't know how to do that.

"wait let's go to my aunt's place, I told Clint I would bring some food."

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"Clint? I'm back!" Kate called, closing the door after letting you in "oh right he can't hear" she continued once she didn't get a response.

Said man raised his head from the newspaper he was holding when he saw movement. Once your eyes locked, his seemed to widen. With you being behind Kate, you were able to shake your hand and put a finger on your lips, hoping he would catch the signal.

"Kate why did you bring a friend? You know this is dangerous, they need to go home." Thank god he caught it.

"no no listen, I mean-" she took a notebook from the table and started writing on it 'they're my partner, (Y/N), I trust them completely and they can handle themselves'

Clint stared at the words for a moment, before rolling his eyes while nodding.

"woah..okay thanks, I thought it would have taken more convincing..." The brunette muttered under her breath. Well...he's better at doing his job than being an actor.

While she went to put the groceries in the kitchen, you signed to Clint 'I'll explain later'

He didn't have time to reply when his phone started ringing. Kate re-entered the room to help him, but you were already by the man's side, signing what Nathaniel was saying.

"uh yeah it's...tonight is movie marathon night, that's right, um I really wish I could be there with you" You and Kate exchanged looks, you could see a glimpse of guilt and worry in her eyes before he continued.

"I think I'll be back in the next day or so in time for our ugly Christmas sweater party. I'll be there buddy"

There was silence on both ends after that, before Nathaniel spoke again, "I love you dad"

You started signing but Clint beat you to it and responded with 'I love you more'.

When the call ended he nodded as a thanks and went into another room. Kate turned to look at you "I didn't know you knew sign language"

You put your hands in your pockets, a light nervousness clear in your voice "well, yeah because I never told you, I was mute for almost five years when I was a kid. Selective mutism to be exact."

She forrowed her eyebrows "I didn't know that either- why didn't I know that?"

You sighed, shaking your head "it's just a small part of my past, one I would prefer not to remember, that's all" before she could respond, you interrupted. "let me mend those wounds."

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"you want to go to your mother's house? And you want me to come along?" after taking care of kate, you repaired Clint's hearing device, Tony taught you how to, since you and him often had missions together. And now the adult archer was able to listen to your conversation.

"yes, (Y/N). Clint knows what we're looking for and I know all the passwords, we need you to alert us if my mom comes back before the time, entertain her until we are done."

"I don't know Kate...your mom doesn't like me. With what excuse am I into her house? 'oh hi miss Bishop I was just waiting for your daughter and instead of knocking I decided to just break into your house, but oh! would you like a cup of tea? a long cup of tea?' you don't even live there" you tried to explain your point, hoping she would see it.

"they're right Kate, we can't bring them into our mess, it's already bad enough that you are. I can't protect both of you." she was about to rebut but eventually closed her mouth, nodding her head.

"I'll let you two to your mission then." you announced, rising from your spot on the couch. Kate raised too, accompanying you to the door.

Once you arrived, you took her hands in yours, raising you voice just a bit so that clint could hear what you were about to say but not enough to let the girl in front of you notice "call me if you need anything, okay? I'll be ready"

"God I hope I won't need any more help" she mutterd making the both of you chuckle.

"I'll se you soon. Don't be too reckless, follow Clint's orders, please" and to prevent one of her stubborn comebacks, you put your lips on hers, kissing her softly.

"bye kid." shouted the man from the other room after a few minutes, effectively scaring the two of you.

"uh yea, bye Mr. Clint! bye Kate" you got out of the apartment. "I'll text you later, promise" she made a kissy face before shutting the door.

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You don't know how much time has passed since you last saw your girlfriend, trusting Clint to take care of her you decided to catch up on sleep all day. But it was now nighttime and you were doing a report of your last mission to give Fury as soon as it was completed.

Truth be told, it was more of a distraction, you were worried for the two of them but at the same time you knew how distracting and dangerous a sudden phone call could be. So you just had to wait and hope for the best.

A few minutes later you finished your report, your phone started ringing, '<my archer3' on the screen. Needless to say, you instantly responded. "Kate? oh my God, are you okay? Clint-"

"(Y/N)-" a word was all that it took to make you stop. Her voice...cracked. Her voice never cracks, always so confident and steady. "can I, can I come over? Please" if you weren't so on alert you wouldn't have heard her last word.

"of course you can baby, where are you? You want me to pick you up?"

"no, there's no need, I'm almost there" you internally took note of her now slightly relaxed tone.

"okay, I'll wait for you"

- - - -

As soon as you opened the door she entered the house, throwing the bow on the couch. While she was pacing around, fidgeting with her hands you took in her appearance. Her clothes were dirty and she looked sweaty, but most of all exhausted.

You stepped in her personal space, taking her cheeks in your hands to make her look at you. "Kate, how about you take a shower, there are some clothes on the sink, and then you can tell me what's going on, how does that sound?"

Her gaze shifted between your eyes, before sniffing and softly nodding her head.

- - - -

Once she got out of the bathroom, wearing her pants and your sweater, she found you sitting on the couch and her now clean bow was on the armchair. Sensing her presence you raised your head from your phone, smiling.

"Hey, take a slice of pizza, I ordered it today, I can heat it up if you want"

The archer ignored the food on the coffee table, instead taking the phone from your hands, putting it in her pocket. She sat beside you on the couch, putting one of your arms around her shoulder, while she laid her head in the crook of you neck, sighing.

Combining your free hand through her damp hair, you remained quiet, waiting for her to talk.

"me and Clint fought, well kind of-" she took a deep breath before recollecting her thoughts. She told you everything that happened, from the fight on the roof to the meeting with the masked assassin in her apartment.

"wait, Natasha's sister? are you sure?" she took her head off her shoulder to look at you, nodding. Natasha rarely talked about Yelena and they were mostly just little comments, but still, a desire to kill her sister's best friend was not something you expected from the blonde.

"I tried to contact Clint multiple times to inform him but he never answered, I guess we really are not partners anymore" she began looking at her hands, but she raised her head again once she felt a kiss to her forehead.

"it's okay, we'll figure something out, he may look like a grumpy man tired of his job, but he wouldn't let a teenager in danger, knowing he could be of help."

You tried to reassure her, and it seemed like it worked, judging by the chuckle that escaped her mouth. "when you talk like that it seems like you personally know him."

"I'm...good at reading people, I guess" after a few seconds of silence you focused on her breathing, noticing how regular it was, lowering you head you confirmed your suspicions, she fell asleep.

Being as careful as possible you picked her up bridal style and brought her to you bedroom. When you laid her on the bed she unconsciously wrapped her arms around your neck, as to keep you there.

"I wasn't planning on leaving you here, anyway" you laid next to her, taking her back in your hold, now with her head on your chest. "goodnight, love" you softly kissed her hair and waited for an eventual sign. Receiving back none, you cautiously took you phone from her back pocket to contact the blonde avenger.

'I'm not takings sides'

'but you saw how helpful she can be'

'I can look after her while you do your thing'

You thought for a few seconds about your next words.

'just tell me if you need my help, please'

You sighed, putting your phone on the nightstand you closed your eyes, and thanks to Kate's light snores you were soon able to fall asleep.

- - - -

The next morning Kate decided to go to her mom's house to reassure her, and you were still in your house, since you didn't have any information on the situation there wasn't really much you could do, you found yourself waiting for your girlfriend's messages.

From Clint, nothing. But recently he read the texts you sent him, that'll do for now.

- - - -

It's been two days now and you were once again sitting on the couch watching a movie in complete silence. That was until someone knocked, no, literally broke into your apartment.

You jumped from your spot ready to attack the intruder but your favorite scent and two arms around your shoulders stopped you.

"I talked to him! I talked to him! We're good"

You grabbed her waist to tear yourself away from the jumping girl in front of you, bright smile on her lips.

"Kate, oh my- how-what- it's been two days, mind texting me sometimes?" she opened and closed her mouth before pouting.

"I texted you, they were just a random letter, but-but I did" she tried, ending the hug with her hands on you shoulders.

- - - -

"So, what's the next step?" the dark haired girl shook her head, putting her glass on the coffee table, picking up a slice of pizza instead.

"I can't tell you that, it's reserved." she responded with a professional exterior. You open your mouth in amusement and unbelief which made her throw her head back laughing. "I admit I shouldn't have told you anything at all, but you're my partner and I always want to tell you what happens in my life" she ended on a shy note, looking at the food.

You took a bite from her pizza before she could "come on, what could I do? call the bad guys and tell them your plan?"

"(Y/N) stop, I can't tell you, Clint told me not not to"

You furrowed your brows "he did?"

"...yea"

She surrendered with just a look.

"okay he didn't exactly say not to tell you, but it's better if you don't know. I want to keep you safe and- and stop eating my pizza" she put the palm of her hand on your forehead, pushing you away with a fake annoyed face.

Once she finished eating she rose from her seat. "I'll take a shower and we'll go to bed?"

"yes please, you really stink" you got a punch on the arm as a response.

"shut up, says the one who hugged me all night" she grabbed your cheeks, kissing you quickly, before exiting the room.

While you were putting away the pizza box you heard the ring coming from your phone. You took it from your pocket to read the message.

'eventually, are you free tomorrow night?'

You smirked.

'hello to you too, Barton'

'eventually yes, I am free tomorrow night'

- - - -

"Clint the tracksuit are here" Kate stated through her earpiece. She just got down the building thanks to the rope, trying to chase Yelena.

The avenger exposed himself to the window, looking around and muttered angrily "(Y/N) where the fuck are you?-"

"right here, what do I do?" you responded energetically, barely missing the arrow that was aimed at your face.

"woah! you should really recognize the voice, before randomly shooting, you know?" you took the arrow stuck on the wall, handing it to the man.

"you're late."

"technically you didn't give me a time so I can't be late, you just said tonight"

"(Y/N)." and his stern tone made you drop the jokes.

"right, okay. What do I do?" you repeated your question.

"I need you to help Kate, and if you take down the enemies on your way it would be appreciated." he didn't wait for an answer and marched out of the room.

You shook your head, making little jumps to accommodate the adrenaline in your body. You got down from the window, landing without a problem thanks to your powers.

You scanned the area, finding your girlfriend talking to Jack. Running towards her you landed a flying kick in the ribs to a man behind Kate, probably planning on hitting her with his metal bat.

You suddenly kneeled on the ground to avoid the bow, once again, aimed at your face. "I'm on your side, not need to attack me" you pointed a finger to her face. There was no need to change your voice, since the mask already did it for you.

"what are you doing here?"

You tried making up an excuse "uh well, Hawkeye called, said he needed my help."

She furrowed her brows, probably because he didn't tell her anything. "is that guy on our side? I saw you talking to him" you pointed in Jack's gerenal direction, even tho he was not there anymore.

"it's hard to explain, but yea he's with us" she got the words out after a short minute. You both got into action.

- - - -

After half an hour of fighting you find yourself on the ground, a man's hands on your neck, making it impossible for you to breathe.

You used you knee to hit him in the stomach, causing him to growl out in pain, giving you the opportunity to throw him on his back.

As you straddled him and gave him a punch to the side of his head, you heard Kate screaming, and instantly after, you felt a metal bat colliding with your head.

"oh my God!" the archer exclaimed running to you, after defeating your aggressor. The blow only brought you a sense of disorientation thanks to the mask's protection, but what you didn't know was that the voice changer mechanism was now broken.

"are you, are you okay?" she kneeled beside you, using one of her hands to support your shoulders.

"yeah, go back to the fight, I'll be fine in less than a minute." Kate's concern stopped for a second to let confusion settle in upon hearing your voice.

"your voice" even tho it was just a whisper, you were able to hear her, making you jump on your feet and far from the girl.

"see? All better now, let's go back" you said in an horrible fake voice, turning your back to distance yourself.

But Kate obviously didn't fall for your trick. So she called after you. "(Y/N)? Come back here, (Y/N)."

You slowly did as she said, suddenly hoping for a group of enemies to find you, but it seemed like they were on a coffee break.

The brunette took a few steps forward, until your bodies were only centimeters apart. Knowing it was useless to try and defend yourself, you let her put her hand on the base of your neck, to pull your mask off, revealing your face.

“You’re a superhero?”

"well, 'superhero' is a term used in comic books or movies, we don't really use that word in real life" seeing the roll of her eyes and her clenched jaw made you stop. You sighed. "yes."

"why didn't you tell me? You don't trust me enough?" you immediately shook your head, putting your hands in front of you. "of course not, love. It's not a matter of trust-"

"then what is it?" she looked away and sniffed, like she was about to cry. "and don't tell me it's because you wanted to protect me, or maybe it is? Maybe you think I'm so weak that I can't even protect myself?"

You closed your eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of your nose. She was just putting words in your mouth, making you snap.

“Here? You want to do this here?” you opened your arms wide as if to remind her of the situation you both were in.

She sniffed again, soflty nodding her head. "yeah, you're right, let's not talk about it anymore mh? Let's not talk about anything, anymore."

"come on, Kate you know that's not-" you tried grabbing her arm but she was already out of reach. You let out a loud puff, throwing your mask on the ground in frustration.

After a couple of minutes you hear steps behind you and you quickly grabbed your mask from the floor putting it back on, only to realize that the steps belonged to Clint.

"how is it going here, why is not Kate with you?" he was trying to avoid showing it but the worry on his voice was evident.

As much evident as your own trembling voice when you turned to look at him. "I don't know, she left. She found out and she just left. I couldn't get her to calm down and let me explain."

The man put a hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. "(Y/N) stop. You're an avenger. You must put the safety of the civilians before your personal business." it was a stern thing to say, but he knew you needed an emotional slap to get back on track. He continued after seeing you nod. "when did she separate?"

You shrugged your shoulders "three to four minutes ago. Three minutes and twenty-five seconds." Clint smiled lightly seeing your somewhat normal behavior.

"Go help her kid. I'm rooting for you." you raised your eyebrows with a smile, even though he couldn't see your face.

"you are rooting for me? I'm must be fucked then." he jokingly pushed your shoulder with a muttered 'shut up'

- - - -

As you left Clint on his own, not knowing that soon after he met Yelena, you went to look for your girlfriend and heard her screaming from the other side of the road.

She was standing on the ground, with a really big man in front of her. He was leaning to give her another punch but your voice stopped him. "hey. You want to fight someone so bad? Fight me you coward"

Your courage flew out the window when he turned around, showing you his face. Kingpin. Clint told you something about him but seeing him in front of you was even worse.

"oh? Look who we have here to join us." he started with a smile full of malice "Listen kid, I'm not interested in you-" he stopped again, felling something touching his back.

What touched him was actually one of Kate's arrows.

She suddenly looked at you, with both fear and determination strong in her gaze. With a quick look at the arrows lying around in the shop, you knew her plan.

As soon as Kingpin turned to face the girl you jumped on his back, with your arms around his neck and your hands covering his eyes, Kate sprung into action and put the arrows down following her scheme.

Kingpin though, had no problem in grabbing you by the jacked and throwing you across the room, your back hit the wall and then your face met the floor making you growl out in pain.

This continued for some time, with you taking his hits, and Kate arranging her arrows on the floor. Running to hide behind some boxes, she called after you. "watch out!"

With the last breath of air you had left, you gave him a punch under his jaw, effectively causing him to release your neck. You used the time he spent looking at all the arrows laying around to get out of the building, but close enough to be able to look after Kate.

Then, there was a big glowy blue light and the man was the center of it. After a few minutes of silence you thought it was over, Kate thought it too, but you suddenly saw him coming at you.

You gulped, preparing to use your powers but before you could, a car hit Kingpin against the wall of the shop. You relaxed your arms, seeing Kate's mother exiting the vehicle.

You stayed on the side while they talked but you could hear what they were saying.

"is that what heros do? Arrest their mother on chirstmas." Those were the last words Eleanor spoke before a police agent took her away.

You looked to your side, suddenly noticing that kingpin was not there anymore. You wanted to go look for him but you averted your gaze when the archer marched towards you.

"go back to your house and mend those cuts I know you rarely do...god I should have known" she closed her eyes in realization "and all the little information you let slip out about Clint, you even repaired his hearing device for fuck's sake" she threw her hands in the air, shaking her head.

"Kate, I'm sorry. I-" you stopped when she held one finger up. "stop, I don't wanna hear it, I don't want to hear anything from you, I can't even look at you anymore."

She turned her head but you noticed the tears that begged to be let out, and you felt even worse than you already did. You tried to grab her arm but she took a step back.

" don't. I've had enough of being betrayed." that's all she said, before going away a second time, probably to look for Clint.

You sighed taking your phone and opened the chat with the avenger.

'she's coming to you'

'take care of her cuts please'

'merry Christmas'

You shook your head, blinking away the tears, going back to your house.

- - - -

It was now 4 a.m. in the morning and you didn't sleep, too busy replaying the events of the night in your head. You should have told her sooner, you trust her with you whole heart and you know she can protect herself, the worry just seemed to always win.

Suddenly you hear three knocks on your door.

"it's becoming a habit" you murmured as you went to see who it was.

"hi" there she stood with a timid smile on her lips.

"hey, come in" you closed the door after letting her in.

You were not going to lie, the other side of you was kinda angry at the archer, you just wanted her to let you explain. You crossed your arms.

She took a deep breath "okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way, it's just been a stressful week, you didn't tell me about you being mute and-"

"I said it's something I don't want to talk about."

"I know I know, and I completely understand, I'm just saying that so many things came together and-"

You sighed, you both said sorry and you both explained yourselves so there was no need to keep going. "I forgive you"

"Clint told me how important it is for some heros to keep their identity secret"

"Kate I said it's okay"

"and normally I wouldn't mind because I understand but-"

With her hands in yours you shut her up, with the help of a kiss "I said I forgive you". You pull away from her, chuckling. "God it is so hard to get you to listen."

“I still hate you, ya know?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. "and for what?" you knew from the look in her eyes it was not going to be anything serious, and you almost wanted to laugh at her attempt to keep her frown. "well you are an avenger, every time I talked about Clint or about a theory you always listened to me without saying anything."

You burst out laughing and it only got worse when your girlfriend slapped your chest, keeping her hand there as a barrier when you brought you lips centimeters away from hers.

"don't, don't kiss me you don't deserve it" she whispered with her eyes almost closed.

But once you put your mouth on hers she couldn't help but smile, humming. One of her hands cupped your cheek, the other on the back of your neck, while your hands held her waist. She detached when she needed to breathe. The pout now was completely gone as she looked in your eyes.

"am I forgiven now?"

"mh, almost" she teased, brushing her lips with yours, hinting at another kiss.

But you were planning something else. "I got a proposition for you then" she furrowed her brows in response, slightly upset you didn't give her what she wanted.

“Wanna help me make a new super suit?”

This was even better then a kiss, she put her hands on your shoulders, squeezing them, clearly excited. "wait, really? Can I really do it? Oh I have a lot of ideas if I can"

You looked between her eyes, smiling. "of course you do, you make sure to share every possible design you can think of"

"and now you can use them!" she said matter-of-factly. "but we better get to sleep now, we have places to be."

"where do we have to go?" instead of answering, she kissed you again, pulling you to your bed.

- - - -

"dad! dad you're here!" an excited Nathaniel screamed, running to jump into his father's arms, followed by Lila and Cooper. Laura was a few feet away, enjoying the scene with her arms crossed.

"merry Christmas buddy, all of you" he whispered, kissing every kid's head. Then he raised his own to look at his wife.

"I hope you don't mind, I brought three strays." "uhm, excuse me" you entered the house with a fake hurt, and loud, tone. "I am not a-"

"(Y/N)!" Nathaniel interrupted you, moving away from the avenger only to hug you. You picked him up, and he wrapped his legs and arms around you. "hey little boy, merry Christmas" he chuckled in response "merry Christmas (Y/N)" depositing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

A bark distracted the happy scenario, making everyone but you and Clint turn to the door. "sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I guess pizza dog is hungry." she stood still with a shy smile. You playfully rolled your eyes, taking her hand with your free one.

"come in, you idiot, only you are missing"

- - - -

After that rather clumsy and shy enter, she met everyone, already seeming to get along with Lila. You played some family games, with joyful bickering between the different teams. Once it was time to prepare lunch, Laura instantly scolded you when you went into the kitchen to help, playfully shoving you away and demanding that you needed to rest.

So you were now in the living room while the baby of the house slept on your lap. You felt the couch dip and a little weight on your shoulder. "how are you feeling?" you asked, seeing her yawning and nuzzling her head deeper into your neck.

"mh, tired" she murmured.

Your lips turned into a smile, leaving a kiss to her temple "merry Christmas, my love"

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Heyhey, may I request something like a reader who is Clint's daughter, sucks at archery and thinks she's a disappointment to Clint. Seeing this situation and not really knowing what to do, Kate decides to help reader with some archery lessons. The lessons really help reader, but at the same time they are a distraction and the BIGGEST test of self-control not to kiss Kate while she talks about archery and invades personal space to show how it’s done.

Like– who would be 100% focused with Kate so close?? 😭😭😭

can you see right through me? [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: you're notoriously bad at archery and somehow even worse at keeping yourself together around a certain kind-eyed archer.

warnings: none, just fluff with a side of romantic tension; kate being a flirt without realizing; very platonic touching [...not]; me pretending like i completely understand how archery works

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: for every one fic i write where kate is confident and cocky, i have to write another one where she's dorky and awkward and confident and cocky. that's just the law of the universe. this request was a lot of fun to write so thank you. hope you enjoy <3 [also, it would take a ridiculous amount of self-control to stay focused around kate's goofy little smile]

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You wouldn’t say you’re the world’s worst archer but you’re definitely close to the top of the list. It’s something that shouldn’t bother you, and maybe it wouldn't if you were anybody else. Unfortunately, you’re Hawkeye’s oldest daughter and you also happen to be the absolute worst at archery.

Even your youngest brother has better aim than you and he’s not even strong enough to pick up a bow.

Your dad swears your lack of skill doesn’t bother him but it certainly bothers you. Especially when it results in him taking on Kate Bishop as his protege instead of you. 

The worst part is, Kate’s incredibly sweet so you can’t even hate her for being everything you’re not. Her love for archery is genuine, and so is her admiration for Clint.

And, okay, fine, maybe she also happens to be attractive and caring and far too charming for her own good.

You hate to admit it but you have the biggest crush on the brunette archer and it’s only gotten worse since she kindly offered to teach you how to properly shoot a bow. Your dad complained, not because he didn’t want you to learn, but because he was offended that you seriously thought Kate would be a better teacher than him. (You didn’t have the heart to tell him the real reason you accepted the brunette’s offer)

So, against your better judgment, you’ve been hanging out with Kate every day, letting her talk your ear off about the ‘proper techniques’ involved and what the best bows for beginners are. She’s clearly more excited about all of this than you are but getting to see her so often isn’t something you’re going to complain about.

“y/n, you’re not even listening.” Kate’s teasing tone brings you back to the matter at hand. Well, more like the bow in your hand.

“Sorry,” you mutter, hoping she can’t notice the nervousness in your stance. 

She does, unfortunately for you, because she’s far too observant despite her scattered attention span. What she doesn’t realize, though, is that she's the reason for said nervousness. 

“You’re shaking too much,” she comments. “Let me help you.”

You open your mouth to tell her you don’t need her help but all your words die in your throat the second she steps closer to you. 

She’s trying to be helpful, you know that, and yet she achieves the complete opposite. Her front presses up against your back as her hands land on top of yours to stabilize your movements. “Relax. You’re trying to guide the arrow, not control it.”

You attempt to listen to her advice but relaxing is the last thing on your mind right now. Every muscle in your body is acutely aware of the brunette’s presence which causes your heart to beat faster than should ever be possible. The position you’re in doesn’t help and soon, you really do start shaking from the tension of drawing the arrow back.

She counts down for you, something that should not be as attractive as it is, and you finally let go of the bowstring and shoot the arrow into the target. A target that you miss by several feet.

You can’t even be disappointed in yourself because you’re too busy trying to regain your breath the second Kate finally steps away from you. 

“Hey, at least you’re not hitting the wall anymore!” She says in what’s now become her signature ‘cheering you up’ voice.

It makes her sound ridiculous but it also makes you smile so you don’t have the heart to make fun of her for it. “I appreciate it but it’s going to take years for my aim to get better than this.”

“Oh, come on.” Her exasperated words are accompanied by an eyeroll and a step toward you that makes your breath catch in your throat. “You've already improved so much. Give me one more week and I promise you’ll be hitting that bullseye.”

You take advantage of her proximity to hand the stupid bow back to her. “You're doing that thing again.”

“What thing?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head slightly.

“The thing where you get too confident right before totally falling on your ass.”

She does her best to look annoyed but the pink hue that tints her cheeks gives her away far too quickly. “Keep talking like that and I’m canceling the lessons.”

“Wow, what a shame.”

You manage to successfully break her this time and she bursts out laughing, the sound setting free hundreds of butterflies inside your stomach. There are a lot of things to love about Kate and her laugh might be at the top of the list. (Right below her smile and her incredibly comforting hugs…not that you’ve ever noticed or anything.)

“Alright, I’ll make you a deal,” she says while getting into position to do some shooting of her own. “If I hit the bullseye three times in a row, we’re staying for fifteen more minutes.” 

“And if you miss?” You ask, knowing damn well the chances of her missing are close to zero.

“If I miss…I’ll take you out to dinner instead.”

You’ve never wanted her to prove you wrong more badly than at this moment. You don’t say that out loud, though, you don’t even say anything. You just shake your head at her and do your best not to give away how much you adore her silly antics.

The thought that she’s genuinely flirting with you crosses your mind but you instantly push it away, too afraid of getting hurt to entertain the idea for too long. You’ll take what you can get and if all Kate gives you are stupid flirty jokes then that’s all you need. Hoping for more can’t end well when it comes to the brunette.

Your eyes are glued to her frame while she nocks and draws her first arrow, her muscles straining through the fabric of her purple shirt. You know she knows you’re closely watching every move she makes and the self-assured smile that graces her face has you thinking much different thoughts.

Thoughts that are shot right out of your mind as Kate hits the bullseye not three times in a row but five because she’s an annoying overachiever when she wants to be. You’d be pissed if you were unaware of the way her eyes light up with genuine excitement at her success.

“We get it, you’re the world’s greatest archer.” Your dad would disown you if he ever heard you speak those words but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…or at least that’s what you hope.

“Don’t sound so jealous, baby.”

Your legs shake the tiniest bit as you approach her again, taking the bow back into your hands with a huff. “Whatever. Shouldn’t you go fetch your arrows or something?”   

“You sure you can handle shooting on your own?” It comes across as another one of her usual teasing comments but her eyes give away her sincerity. She truly does want to help you do well even if it means you won’t need her help anymore.

“You sound like my dad. I’ll be fine, Kate.”

The comparison distracts just enough to stop her from putting up a fight. She walks away toward the target full of her arrows and you walk a few feet away to find a new target to inevitably miss.

You go through the motions Kate patiently taught you, taking in slow breaths and forcing yourself to focus. You’re not fully focused on yourself though. Rather, you visualize the kind-hearted archer and repeat what you’ve seen her do a thousand times at this point.

Time seems to slow down as your eyes hone in on the bullseye and you let the arrow fly. It soars through the air and misses the bullseye by a few inches. But you finally managed to hit the target instead of the wall behind it or the floor in front of it.

You actually did it.

And there’s only one person to thank for that.

“Kate!” You throw the bow down onto the ground in your excitement, your eyes searching for the brunette only to find her already looking at you with the most gorgeous smile on her face.

“You did it!”

She opens her arms for you and you waste no time in running toward her, crashing into her body with a laugh. Her arms slide down your waist and before you know it, she’s picking you up and spinning you around in a giddy haze.

You wrap your legs around her waist without a second thought before looking down at her. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice slightly breathless from your moment of celebration.

She instantly shakes her head, strands of her soft yet messy hair waving around in the process. “That was all you, y/n. I knew you could do it.”

You’re ready to argue back and insist you’d be lost without her but you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander for a second too long.

Maybe it’s the excitement or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins or maybe it’s Kate herself. You don’t know what it is that makes you work up the courage to finally kiss her, you just know it’s the only thing you want right now.

So, you do it.

You lean in and press your lips to hers in a way that borders on desperate. If she notices, she has no complaints about it because she kisses you back just as passionately. And nothing has ever felt as right as this.

You reluctantly pull away from her and attempt to catch your breath. Something that completely fails due to the way Kate is looking at you. She’s got that soft look in her eyes that can only mean one thing. “So…I’m guessing you like me?”

Yup, there it is. 

“You’re a dork.”

“Hmm…maybe.” She sneaks in another kiss that you happily accept. “But this dork would love to take you on a date. If you want.”

“I do want that…but only if you’re paying.” You joke before she sets you back down on the ground.

“Golddigger.”

“Shut up.”

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader

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Can be read as stand alone or a companion piece to:

Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop discovers a surprise Christmas gift.

Gingerbread - Bishop comes home to a problem.

Snow - Bishop talks to you about something that's been on his mind.

Miracle - You and Bishop get an extra Christmas gift this year.

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The first time Bishop feels his baby kick is during Coco and Stitche’s wedding reception. The two of you are swaying together on the dance floor, his grizzled cheek pressed against yours, eyes closed as the music serenades you. There’s no better feeling in the world than this, having you pressed up against him, the baby residing in the space between you.

You’re five months pregnant at this point, just starting to show. He spends his evenings singing lullabies to his daughter in Spanish, his lips ghosting over your skin before he gets distracted by other things.

It’s when the song changes that the baby starts to react. The band switches to something with a faster pace and he feels a tiny dig against his navel.

“Oh.” You say as you tilt your head to look up at him. “I think she’s kicking.”

You take his hand in yours, pressing his palm flat against the baby bump and he laughs when he feels the small nudge. He spends the next few minutes following his daughter’s movements before the song changes and the baby goes quiet.

“She’s strong.” He says fondly as he draws you into his arms once more. “She’s going to be exactly like you.”

“She could end up a hellion like you.” You counter and Bishop grumbles.

“I hope not.”

The last thing he wants for his daughter is for her to adopt his personality traits, he was wild as a teenager and his biggest fear is that his daughter will follow in his footsteps.

“You turned out alright in the end.” You remind him, your fingertips trailing over that sensitive little spot at the nape of his neck, the one that releases all his tension.

“With a little help.” He smiles, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

Bishop has always been convinced that you saved him. He was a functioning alcoholic when he met you, smoking forty a day and running drugs and guns up and down the country. He’d expected to be dead before sixty, through a bullet or bike accident. He was careless with his own life, there hadn’t been much to live for after Aiden had died. He’d been in a state of depression for over eight years before he started to see the sun again.

Now he’s on the board of the community centre, he has a home, a partner, a baby on the way. He doesn’t drink anymore, he’s cut his smoking right down, he’s trying to quit before Luna arrives. The job is less risky because the club has gone legit. He’s happier than he’s ever been and he has you to thank for that.

“You saved my life.” He tells you as he cradles you close. “You saved my god damned life.”

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[thunder-threnodies]

The metallic clash of their swords echoed in the Square of Lofty Words as Hiram and Morgan dueled. Hiram's steps burned sigils on the pavement, whilst Morgan's froze them. They were fighting and also arguing: each step an affirmation to attack and challenge the other.

[ALL THINGS EXIST] shouted Hiram with an elegant twirl and a deadly plunge.

{ALL THINGS SHALL DIE} yelled back Morgan parrying and tiptoeing away from the tip of the rapier.

[EVEN THE SUN BURNS] insisted Hiram, slashing through the blazing air, in the Rose Giveth.

{EVEN THE SUN WILL GROW COLD} retorted Morgan with a bold step of the Totentanz.

[THE DANCE OF A THOUSAND HEARTS MAKES YOUR BLOOD BURN] a flaming trail lighting the tip of the elegant sword Hiram always used.

{THE DREAMS OF A THOUSAND DEATHS MAKES YOUR SOUL FREEZE} a shimmering trail of ice crystal forming a veil in front of Morgan, that parried yet another incoming attack.

[A SINGLE ROSE LIVES ETERNALLY IF GIVEN] Hiram's sword drew an arabesque trying to get past Morgan's guard. Steam forming whenever the two weapons collided.

{EVERY ROSE LIVES JUST A DAY IF TAKEN}

Morgan caught Hiram's rhythm and blade, sending him twirling on himself away from them.

{A LIFE IS BORROWED. A DREAM IS BESTOWED. ON A SLOW RIVER YOU'LL SOON FLOAT} Morgan pressed Hiram, extinguishing and erasing the Correspondence glyphs he left emblazoned in the cobblestones.

[A HEART IS STOLEN. BLOOD IS DUE. IN A FIELD OF ROSES YOU'LL SOON REST] the rapier moved so fast the onlookers could not quote follow its movements, keeping the Captain at bay.

{NO FIRE CAN STOP THE COMING OF WINTER} close pushed Morgan, sidestepping each of the deadly blows Hiram was delivering.

[NOR COLD, NOR DEATH CAN QUELL THE FIRE OF EXISTENCE] Hiram patience was growing short. It was about time to end this.

[A ROSE GIVETH, A HEART STOLEN, A FIRE ABLAZE. LOVE ONLY THROUGH ACTION. SUN INTO FIRE. FIRE INTO BLOOD. BLOOD INTO LOVE.] a clanging noise, a wide side swing and a quick kiss.

Peligin eyes growing larger. A fugitive sigh. A drop of blood. The taste of poison.

The heartbeat of Light in the blade in Hiram's hand.

{TO DIE BY YOUR HAND AND COME BACK TO YOU JUST TO BE POISONED AGAIN. OH A THOUSAND MORE TIMES I WILL DREAM OF YOU.} whispers Morgan right into Hiram's ear. The eyes close, lose focus. A chill in the air and Morgan wakes up on the Stolen River in the company of the Boatman again.

Hiram picks up Morgan's sword. He'll leave it on the Requiem as usual.

"I fuckin hate them when they steal the victory like this" he says "fucking cheater." there's cold in his words but a fiery flame raging within.

It's the Rose Giveth he says to himself nothing more. It's just that, yes, the Rose Giveth. And perhaps he's right.

On the Boat, the Captains smirks. They may have lost the duel, but won the battle.

Oh, Hiram will be FURIOUS his little "hidden-posioned-knife-trick" didn't work as intended.

Francis Morgan Dargor moves their Knight on the chessboard. Not a checkmate. Not yet. They fix their eyes on London, faraway yet closer as they take the Boatman's Bishop.

Soon I'll be back, Hiram.

#fallen london #thunder threnodies #oc:captain francis dargor #oc: hiram hargrave #other's ocs

[kiersau]

I'm sure someone has posted about this already, but I was curious about the book Sister Illuminata wanted to destroy. Long post under the cut.

The book is "The Mirror of Simple Souls" and it is a long poem written by Marguerite Porete around 1300. Porete was an educated woman associated with the beguine movement (a lay religious order), which allowed her more freedom to write and travel than most women of the time had.

The poem is a work of Christian mysticism and deals with "agape," or Divine love. It's unique in a couple of ways, not only because it was authored by a woman. It was in Old French at a time when Latin was the only approved language for religious texts, which was already a strike against her in later investigations. The book was also very popular - until, of course, it was condemned by the church. All existing copies were seized and burned, and circulation of the text was banned.

Marguerite Porete was arrested by inquisitors, likely around 1308 after she gave a copy of her book to a bishop. She was tried before William of Paris, the Inquisitor of France, where she staunchly refused to cooperate with any of the proceedings. She would not recant her views nor commit to stopping circulation of her work. She was burned at the stake for heresy in 1310.

I don’t understand it well, but from what I can wrap my tiny little brain around, the book essentially covers the way to unite one's soul with God, and includes characters like Love, Reason, and the Simple Soul. By giving up reason, she says, the soul can be filled with only Love and achieve oneness with God, transcending earthly troubles. She says a soul that is filled only with God's love has its sinful nature erased and therefore cannot sin - this is likely where the claims of heresy arose.

The text did survive the inquisition, though, and it was circulated anonymously until Porete was identified as the author in the 1940s. It is a foundational text for people studying Christian mysticism and the beguine movement.

(And if you wanted a translation of the above images, here is my own shoddy attempt:

"The soul touched by God and empty of sin in the first state of grace is ascended by the divine graces to the seventh state of grace, the state where it possesses its perfection in full in the land of living by divine enjoyment.

"Love says here:

"O, you active and contemplative, perhaps even annihilated by true love, you who will listen to those wonders of pure love, noble love, uplifted love of the liberated soul, you who are going to listen how the Holy Spirit has set his sails both in it [the soul] as in his ship. I beg of you out of love: listen, with great application, to this subtle understanding that is within you, and with great diligence. Otherwise, for lack of being so disposed, all those who hear this will misunderstand it. Now understand, with humility, a simple example borrowed from mundane love, and apply it equally to divine love.")

#pentiment #medieval history #the mirror of simple souls #marguerite porete #long post #christian mysticism #if anyone has more insight on the content of the text and the metaphysics I’d be interested!

[abbyromanoff]

Hope ur doing well! Love ur writing!! can I request a g!p Kate fic w a breeding kink? Maybe Kate accidentally cums inside r and they’re both way more into it than they thought they’d be?

Do you mean it?

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x reader

Summary: the ask. It’s just the ask written down.

Word count: 1,009

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, penetration, Kate has a dick, dirty talk, praising, degrading, breeding kink, talk of reader getting pregnant

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Pushing you down onto the bed Kate discarded the rest of her clothing, the articles joining your own ones on the floor. She got on top of you and kissed down your body, going from your breasts to your pelvis bone.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N, every single part of you.” She muttered, kissing the areas she knew you were most insecure about.

“These sexy stretch marks, your plushy thighs, your perfect stomach.” Each word was emphasized with a peck to the area. She’d spend the rest of her life praising your body if she could. You adored the way she was so gentle with you, softly grabbing each part of you and admiring it like it was a piece of artwork, to her you were the best piece of art.

Your hands raked through her hair, softly pulling her soft locks as she started to lick up your cunt, your juices invading her senses. She made eye contact with you as her mouth landed on your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud. Your moans grew louder the more she teased, using her finger to lightly prod against your entrance. She replaced her tongue with her digits, rubbing your clit gently while she licked up your wet hole.

“K-Kate, too much.” You whimpered out, struggling to say the words.

“It’s okay baby, you can cum whenever you need to alright.” You shook your head, disagreeing with her.

“No Katey, wanna cum on your cock.” Came your small voice. The woman smiled into your pussy as she brought her face to meet your own, kissing you so you could taste yourself. She lined up her length with your entrance and was about to push herself in when you stopped her suddenly.

“Wait, you need a condom.” You said while slightly panting, still out of breath from her earlier actions. She slightly frowned as she wanted to feel you this time, she wanted to feel your tight wet walls without that rubber being in the way.

“Please can I go without one tonight? I’ll pull out.” She pleaded. After a few moments you finally gave in, rolling your eyes at her face filled with victory. She lined herself up with your hole once again, this time not being stopped before she slid herself in. You both let out satisfied moans as the pleasure was basked in. She awaited for your approval to move, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable above anything else. When you nodded and gave her permission she started to slide on and out at a slow pace.

When you moaned out her name in her ear it was like it turned on a switch for her, she started to drive herself into you at an unhuman-like pace. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust and the bed shook beneath you. You clawed at her back and wrapped your legs around her waist, mumbling out a small ‘harder!’ along the way.

“You want me to fuck you harder, huh? My little slut wants it rough?” When you nodded out a yes she continued, “Oh my dirty little baby, I’ll give you what you want, but you have to beg for it.”

“Please Katey! Want you to fuck me hard, want you to treat me like the little cockslut I am and pound me into this matress.” She gave in and started to fuck you hard, hitting your g-spot with every movement. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as moans spilled out of you like a prayer. Neither of you could last much longer, you both knew it.

“I’m gonna-gonna cum!” You yelled out. The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of your skin slapping together.

“You can do it, cum all over my dick princess. Cum all over me and I’ll fill you up real nice.” Her last words were whispered, almost as if she was ashamed to say it. The thought turned you on even more, you wanted her to finish inside of you, you wanted to feel her hot cum filling up your hole. When she looked at you to see your reaction she was pleased to see that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as her.

“Yes! Please do it, wanna be full of you, wanna have your baby.” You felt spurts of her release inside of you slowly, thinking you were just going along with what she said she started to pull out until you pushed her back inside of you. She couldn’t hold it anymore, she let herself finish inside of you as your orgasm came crashing over you, hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh feels so good Katey!” “I know baby, I know. God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, I’m gonna get you pregnant, I promise you I’ll get you pregnant.” You hoped she would, even if you weren’t exactly ready it was a dream the both of you wished would come true.

You both came crashing down on one another, her collapsing on top of you as you held her in your arms, refusing to let go of her. You both panted against each other as you made out with passion.

When Kate released your lips from her own she kept herself in you, wanting to feel you around her forever. “Would you really want to have my baby?” Came her small, cracked voice. You looked up to face her, noticing how her eyes didn’t meet your own and a light frown marked her gorgeous face. You grabbed her chin so she’d look at you properly, giving a light smile before answering. “Of course I would Kate, it would make me the happiest person alive if I got to have your baby.” Her frown turned into a teeth showing grin, her eyes lighting up as she imagined the day you’d be walking around with her baby in your arms, it was her new favorite dream.

“You really mean that?” “I do, I mean every single word.”

#kate bishop fluff #kate bishop smut #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x gender neutral reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader smut #anon request #anonymous #anon ask

[caroldantops]

Making a sex tape (masturbation tape?) for Kate’s birthday and she’s all 🥺💕 omg for me? Thank you baby and then she sees another person enter the frame halfway through and Cuck Bishop appears like 🥹💞 this is the best gift ever

hi i could not help myself and wrote something for this :)

warnings: smut (18+), switch/verse kate and reader, top/domme yelena, strap on (r receiving yelena giving), dildos (kate receiving r giving), sex tape, cuckolding, mild cheating roleplay (everything is part of a pre-established consensual dynamic)

"Babe, I thought we agreed that you didn't have to get me anything for my birthday. We were just gonna order in and relax until the party this weekend," Kate says as you practically drag her into your shared bedroom.

"You said not to buy you anything," you answer smugly. "I didn't spend a single penny on this present, I promise."

Kate's face lights up, mind racing with what you could possibly have in store for her tonight. "Ohh, is it a sex thing? Did you organize an orgy?"

"Yes, sex thing. No, orgy."

"Damn, maybe next year." You roll your eyes, shoving her onto the bed. She makes herself comfy against the pillows, but you immediately mess up her hard work by scooting in behind her after you grab something off the nightstand.

Kate leans back against you, resting her head on your shoulder and kissing wherever she can reach at the awkward angle. You hum, ignoring her pleas for attention and switch on the TV that hangs on the wall opposite the bed.

Kate starts putting the pieces together in her head as you set up the screen sharing from your phone, but her breath still hitches when a video of you leaned back on the bed loads.

There's not much happening at first. Just footage of you leaned back in bed, wearing a neat little lace set while you scroll through your phone. Kate is about to ask if you accidentally paused the video, but almost as soon as she opens her mouth, you start touching yourself slowly through your panties on screen.

"Fuck," Kate groans. "You're so fucking pretty."

"Shh, no talking. Just watch, baby," you whisper against her ear. She nods, and you slip your hand under the waistband of her sweats. She's already wet. "You're so cute. Wet from just this?"

"Mhm," she bites her lip, obeying your no talking rule for now.

You mimic the movements of the video on Kate. Playing with her clit when you do, groping her under her shirt as you tease your nipples. Kate's hips are pushing against your hand, wanting more than just the slow tease. All you do instead of fucking her hard like she wants is shove her pants down her legs, not bothering to take them all the way off.

Knowing what's coming next, you lean over to the nightstand and grab a thick dildo from the drawer. Kate is too entranced by the video to notice you taking it, and you smirk as you hear her gasp when a voice from behind the camera starts speaking.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Little slut so unsatisfied that they have to take care of themselves? What about that pretty girlfriend of yours?"

There's no mistaking that voice, that accent.

"She's out of town again, Yelena."

"She left you to take care of yourself? That just won't do. Spread those legs wider for me, I want to see how wet you are." Yelena's voice continues, but she's still out of frame. You spread your legs, and there's a visible wet patch on the front of your underwear. "Mm, good. Take those off."

You continue following Yelena's instructions on screen as she tells you how she wants you to touch yourself. You've stopped touching Kate now, content to let her squirm and muster up the courage to finally ask, "Can I touch?"

"No. Keep watching," you say firmly. Kate whines, but obeys.

"God, I don't know how Kate leaves this soaking pussy so often. She should know how dangerous that is."

Finally, Yelena steps into the view of the camera. She's fully clothed, wearing a muscle tee and tight leggings that show off her ass, harnessed around her hips are leather straps, and when she pulls herself into the bed, Kate sees the huge strap bob between her legs.

"Tell me how much you need me to fuck you," Yelena says, teasing your clit with the tip of her cock. You take the dildo you grabbed and do the same motions against Kate, who practically jumps at the sudden overwhelming contact against her puffy clit.

"Please, please, Yelena. I need you so bad, can't get off by myself."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm a needy slut!"

"That's fucking right," Yelena growls, pushing her strap into your cunt and groaning at the wet noise. You thrust the toy into Kate at the same time, but instead of mimicking the way Yelena fucked you, you simply hold the toy in place, forcing Kate to cockwarm it while you continue groping her. "Such a needy slut that you can't go a single day without something inside you. Need to find as many fingers and cocks and mouths to satisfy you."

"Yes!"

"And you'll just fuck anyone to please yourself, hm? Let poor little Kate get everyone's sloppy seconds when she gets home?" Yelena hikes your legs up so she can fuck you even deeper, going balls deep with every thrust, your wetness drenching her thighs. "Bet she misses this body so much. I wonder how jealous she'd be if she found out that her girlfriend is such a willing whore."

Your moans in the video mix with Kate's. She's no longer attempting to stay still, doing her best to hump the toy that sits inert inside of her. A puddle of Kate's arousal seeps into the sheets below you.

"Or maybe, she's such a freak that she likes this. Loves knowing that her girlfriend is spreading their legs for anyone. Bet she'd do the same if she had the chance. Maybe I should cum inside you and plug you up so Kate has a nice surprise."

Kate body shudders against your own as she lets out a strangled moan, stiffening before going limp in your arms.

"Did you just cum from that?"

"Maybe."

"You're adorable," you kiss the top of her head. She glows under the attention. "But you're gonna stay filled until the video's over."

#kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #c: kate bishop #cuck bishop #silver writes #fic #c: yelena

[a-grayscale]

I’ve been really into Cult of the lamb recently, and one of the things I find absolutely fascinating is the bishops + Narinder and their injuries regarding the see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, think no evil, and do no evil scheme, and how that points to how the bishops acted and were portrayed before their injuries even without some of the dialogue, as well as how drastic their behaviors and mentalities must have changed after.

Narinder is the most obvious with this because before he was chained and sealed away, he was doing things that were perceived by others to be evil. (I couldn’t find a solid source of what it was specifically he did other than betraying the bishops, so let’s leave that to interpretation) Whatever it was he was doing, the other bishops considered to be bad enough that they imprisoned him for 1000 years with very little movement overall, and hence taking away his ability to really DO anything.

Shamus’s is another great example because seeing as they’re the god of war, as well as considered to be the brightest of the bunch and very wise, it only makes sense that they’d think an incredible amount, and considering the war part it only makes sense that they’d therefore THINK evil in the way we see evil being done DURING actual wars. So the injuries to the brain obviously must hinder this and leave them to be a mental shell of what they once were mentally, crown or not. I find it incredibly intriguing to think that before they lost a majority of their brain function that they were probably far stronger and far more deadly than we face in the game because they could think of so many ways to destroy an enemy, evil or not, and how limited their thought process was post injury.

Kallamar is a bit tricky seeing as we only really hear Kallamar as a cowardly person, but considering he’s the god of pestilence, which throughout history has time and time again looped over famines as well as wars and (obviously) deaths, it’s safe to assume he heard many evil things, and when you hear something especially from family or people you love and trust, you tend to absorb that thing into your own ideology. With that logic, I like to think Kallamar was hearing and thus absorbing these beliefs as he heard them from his siblings. Post injury, however, I think he probably had a very difficult time hearing in general, and considering the betrayal of Narinder would no doubt affect his ability to trust even his other siblings, I feel like he’d stop absorbing the ideologies his siblings had, for fear they may betray him too.

Heket, we learn, was the more fearsome or aggressive out of the siblings. She no doubt would have been loud about her beliefs, evil or not. (I’ve had experience with aggressive people, and one trait they tend to share is that they are LOUD about their opinions) To say Heket most likely was a loud and very vocal bishop with what she believed is an understatement, I’ve no doubt she would have preached ferociously before her injury about what she thought should go. Post injury however, she would have to have lost some of that ferocity due to not having a proper voice outside of using her crown. Without her crown as a follower, she barely speaks because she most likely is in a lot of pain when she does, and I have no doubt that there was still pain speaking even before she lost her crown, her throat was ripped out! So she probably had to be careful not to overexert her voice even with the crown, and thus I think she wouldn’t have had the energy to be as loud and ferocious speaking her truth, because she would’ve been in absolute pain to preach like she would have before her injuries.

Leshy is by far the most difficult to analyze with the pattern here, I mean he’s the god of chaos how does that relate to seeing evil? Then it hit me like a stack of bricks, Leshy was they youngest and thus probably looked up to his siblings. Effectively WATCHING and SEEING evil. And from seeing his older siblings doing all this as well as being the youngest sibling, I’ve no doubt he copied them just like younger siblings normally do when they look up to someone. With that logic, pre injury I think he was probably very observant with his siblings and wanting to be like them. He’d see his sibling talk or act a certain way and go to copy as younger siblings do. Post injury, he can’t do that anymore because he can’t SEE them do these things so he doesn’t have a visual as to WHAT they’re doing. Plus, he’d probably be hesitant to blindly copy his older siblings after Narinder, his big brother, clawed his eyes out!

these are just my takes on their before and afters and how they do or would act as a result of everything, but whether you believe in any of this stuff I typed out or not I hope you found some enjoyment out of it! I think my overall point is that theorizing about all of this is just really cool cause there’s a lot of possibilities as to how they were affected physically and mentally. :)

#cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl kallamar #cotl shamura #i’m a dumbass #thanks for reading this bull crap #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[inmymagnetoera]

Small fic requested by @kateskamala (THE TAG DOESN'T WORK I SWEAR-)

Hope you like it and I hope I was faithful to your request!♡

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Late night talks

Charles rolled the wheels of the chair to one of the loneliest corners of the island, admiring the view. He had discovered it when he arrived here: while looking around, he had hit a path and, after telepathically contacting Erik, he had continued until he found that hidden paradise.

"You'll get sunstroke if you stay here all day." A voice said behind him. He turned and saw Erik walking towards him, a small smile on his face and his reddish (and a little grey, but he wasn't ready to admit it yet) hair blowing in the wind.

"And you're going to get heatstroke. Don't you have any clothing that isn't black?" He asked, eyeing his friend, dressed from head to toe only in dark colors.

"Black suits me." He said proudly as he sat down on a rock next to Charles.

“Oh, all the colors suit you, Erik.” Charles almost bit his tongue after saying that. Erik raised his eyebrows and blushed, looking back in front of himself.

"Come on, we should go." The professor nodded and began to push his chair.

His relationship with Erik had been... bizarre after he arrived here. Sure, they were friends, they talked about everything and played chess, they spent almost every free moment together but there was that light in Erik's eyes when he looked at him and there was that strange feeling of closure in Charles' chest when he saw Erik talking and smile at anyone else.

"What are you thinking, my friend?" Erik asked while he was concentrating on kicking a pebble in front of him.

"Oh just everything that happened before I got here: Raven, Hank, Jean... I miss them, every moment but... I'm happy to be here." He said, stopping for a second and cracking his sore fingers. Erik saw the movement and before he knew it, the metallokinetic was behind him and pushing his chair, Charles pretended his heart wasn't racing.

The days there on the island passed quickly and Charles liked it that way, the hours to think seemed to decrease in the middle of the sea and away from everyone.

“You were distant today, are you sure everything is okay?” Erik asked as he moved his bishop and eliminated one of Charles' pawns.

"Sure, why wouldn't it?" He moved his tower forward. Erik didn't answer, but his look seemed to not believe the other's words.

After three games, two won by Charles and one by Erik, the two men prepare to go to sleep. They lived in the same house for convenience, their beds were on opposite sides of the same room, not too far but not too close. Charles was starting to fall asleep, his eyelids became heavy and it became more difficult to formulate a coherent thought, until a small noise made him wake up completely.

Erik was moving in the bed, his eyes were closed and his throat was moving as if he was trying to scream. His hands were resting on the bed but intermittently clutching the sheet. The noises got louder.

"Erik." Charles called as he reached the chair to go to his friend. He barely touched him and Erik's eyes snapped open, wet and scared.

“It was just a nightmare.” Charles said placing his hand on the other's shoulder. Erik narrowed his eyes and nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat and running a hand over his forehead.

“Can I ask what it was?” He asked, moving a little to the side, putting himself in the same position he used to do to listen to his students after a nightmare.

"I saw that day in the forest again. I saw Nina." He explained to him, not looking at him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling. Charles rubbed his hands because, how do you console your best friend in these cases?

"There are no words to tell you how sorry I am for your loss, Erik, I bet they both were great people."

"Yes, they were." Two small liquid crystals fell from Erik's gray eyes.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Erik asked turning to look at him. Charles nodded immediately and braced himself, lying down on his friend's bed. They stood stiffly face to face, their noses touching.

"It took me thirty years, but I finally managed to get you into my bed." Erik joked trying to ease the tension, making Charles smile.

"Yes, you really did it." He placed his hand over the metallokinetic's and squeezed it softly.

"What would the me from years ago think if he saw me like this." Erik reached out and placed his hand on Charles' hip.

"I think he'd be happy that you're healing, little by little." He came closer and made their foreheads touch.

“He would be happy that we finally managed to find each other.” Erik looked him in the eyes and then brought their lips together, the moon their only witness to that moment.

They were broken, destroyed, old and lost, but they would make it.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Babygirl imma need some more 2003 fast forward Dark Donnie pwease (preferably fluff with maybe slight angst)

Abyssal Emotions (Angst/Fluff)

Dark Donatello x reader

A/N: Babygirl? I haven’t been called that in a looong time. But if you wish for more Dark Donnie, you shall get it!🖤 It might have gotten a little more angsty than planned, but I still think it’s pretty cute💜

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With his and his brothers’ new life in Cody’s penthouse, Dark Donatello starts to experience many strange and confusing feelings whenever you’re around.

Warnings: Deep and confusing feelings.

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In the bustling metropolis of New York, the city streets were alive with vibrant neon colors of the street signs and the hum of machinery. Deep within the technological haven, hidden away from prying eyes, the dark turtles and their friends continued their new lives. Being freed from Darius Don, the dark turtles had been offered work by president Bishop, and given housing in Cody’s penthouse. It was a new and peaceful way of living. None of them ever had to fight over food, nor fear any punishment from their new master. It was the type of life that none of them ever thought they would be able to get. It was a wonderful life, better than any of them could ask for. Yet, within the heart of the penthouse, something far more complex was unraveling.

You, a close friend to the original turtles and now the dark turtles, had always shared a unique bond with Donatello. Back when the penthouse used to be the home of the turtles from the past, you would often spend time with Donnie in his lab, working away on whatever project he had going on. But with Dark Donnie, it was quite different.

Just like the man he was a clone of, Dark Donnie often found himself in the lab, working on his own projects. And you did just like you used to when the original turtles lived in the penthouse; you went into the lab to help Donnie with whatever he had going on. But while the original Donnie would had welcomed you into the lab with a big smile and a warm greeting, before telling you about what he had going on. Dark Donnie on the other hand, always looked somewhat confused whenever you walked into the lab. Maybe even slightly annoyed. It was as if he didn’t actually wanted anyone to be in the lab with him, yet he never told you to leave, or tried to get you out. Instead he would keep a slight distance from you, always making sure to have you in his line of view. You obviously found that a little odd, but you never spent too much time thinking about that. Dark Donnie and his brothers had been through a lot, and you figured that he was still getting used to having you around. But unbeknownst to you, Donnie was grappling with feelings that were both foreign and unsettling.

Dark Donnie liked and hated having you around. Whenever you were around him, he felt something. Something he knew wasn’t very kanabo like. He figured it came from his turtle side. He cursed his DNA source for having so many unnecessary feelings, that only served to get in the way of his work, and made him hyper aware of everything you did around him.

Late one night, you found yourself alone in the penthouse’s dimly lit common area, with the newest holographic best seller. The soft glow of computer screens reflected off the metallic surfaces, creating an otherworldly ambiance. Little did you know, Dark Donnie was watching you from the shadows. He had not been able to sleep, finding his thoughts circling around the unfinished machine sitting in the lab, just waiting for him to finish it. But as soon as he saw you on the couch, hologram page in hand and concentration on your face as you read, all thought about machines disappeared, making Donnie stop in his tracks, just staring at you.

His heart raced as he observed you, your every movement etching a vivid picture in his mind. It was then that he began to acknowledge the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him – a mixture of longing, warmth, and an unspoken desire. The complexity of a strange feeling. A concept he did not fully understand yet, but still it haunted him day in and day out.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Dark Donnie emerged from the shadows, revealing himself to you. If anybody knew what he was feeling, it must be you. It was you that had caused them, and you knew the source of where he got the capability to feel these things. It was only logical. It made sense. You had to know the answers he was looking for.

His eyes, usually cold and calculating, betrayed a hint of vulnerability as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "I need to talk to you".

“Okay”, you smiled back at him, causing his heart to leap once more. There it was again. And it only kept going as he watched you turn off the hologram and scoot over, tapping on the couch as a sign for him to sit down.

Dark Donnie poured his heart out to you. He confessed the turmoil within him, the struggle to reconcile his logical mind with the newfound emotions that threatened to consume him. And how it confused him. At times it even scared him. He could lose track of the whole world around him with his feelings, and it terrified him. Yet, for some strange reason, he liked the feeling. Even though it at times caused him immense stress, it also seemed to lighten up the world around him. Causing adrenaline to pump through his veins. It was an addicting feeling, and that scared him. He did not know what this was, and he could already feel himself craving more of it.

You listened attentively, realizing the gravity of his confession. The angst within him was palpable, but so too was the undeniable connection he felt towards you, even if it wasn’t apparent to him yet. In that moment, you made a choice – to help him navigate the complexities of these feelings. The complexities of love.

Donnie was startled to say the least, when you told him what these feelings was called. He got uncomfortable. His fingers moved as if they did not know what to do with themselves. Turtle clone or not, Kanabos did not feel love for what wasn’t Kanabo. And you, a human, was most definitely not Kanabo.

“It’s okay, Donnie”, you said, placing a hand on Donatello’s uneasy fingers, causing his eyes to snap towards you. Affectionate touches was not common for him and his brothers. They never hugged, and they must suddenly never laid a hand upon another when comforting them. But yet, he liked the feeling of your hand against his. It made his fingers calm in their movement, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. “You’re a living being. And most living beings feel these things”.

“How do I make it go away?”, the kanabo clone asked. “Sometimes it feels like standing in the sun for too long. It is hot, and I just want to hide in the shadows, but…” He paused for a moment, looking at your fingers, before he dared curling his hand around yours, his big claw-like hands careful against your small soft ones. “... It is also nice…”

“Do you really want it to go away?”, you asked, your thumb stroking his hand. You could see the effect your soft touch had on the tall turtle, as he slowly sunk in his posture, finally giving in and relaxing at the feeling of your thumb on his skin.

“No”. He once again focused on your hand in his. “But can I control it?”

“To a degree”, you answered, watching as Donnie turned to you with a questioning look. He wanted to know how. “You give in”.

“Kanabos doesn’t give in”, he huffed, turning his gaze away.

“What about those that are part Kanabo?” You placed your other hand on his arm, causing him to look at you once more. “You have to remember your other half”.

Donnie sat for a moment, thinking about your words. You were right. He knew it. He couldn’t keep walking around and ignore his other half. “How do I give in?”

“Do you trust me?”, you asked with a sincere look in your eyes.

Donnie didn’t have to think about the answer. He started nodding before he even was aware of it. “Yes”.

You sat up, so your knees were digging into the couch, bringing you to the same height as Donatello. He almost forgot to breathe once he realized how close to him you were. As your hands found his face, your small touches on his cheeks made his head spin. So far, he did not feel any control, but he could not deny how much he liked it.

He did not know what to do when you leaned in closer, your face so close he could feel your breath against his face. But for some reason he liked it. Instinctively reaching out to hold your shoulder, holding you close as your lips met his. Donnie could not explain the feeling inside of him. It was as if all the pain and confusion he had felt disappeared, only to leave back a feeling of happiness and content. Unconsciously his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. You pulled from the kiss with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, so you could watch his face.

“Are you feeling better now?”, you asked, a bright smile shining onto Donnie’s face.

“Much better”, Dark Donnie smiled, showing off his white sharp teeth. “But can we do it again?”

“We can do it as often as you like”, you smiled, leaning your face closer to him once more.

“Much better”, he hummed, before catching your lips once more. From now on, he would look forward to every moment with you in the lab.

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The Third Widow || Welcome Home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Dark Themes | Unwanted Medical Injections | Involuntary Medical Procedure | Language Warning | 3.1K | 

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | 

AC: Time jumps happen a bit in this chapter, you’ll understand why as you read through x

The Third Widow Masterlist

"We are ready to start, General" the doctor looked up at Dreykov with a surgical mask covering their lips. "Do it." Dreykov replied sternly as your passed out body was hooked up to machines keeping you breathing. "I will see you once it's done" he added before walking out of the room. 

It was hours until you felt your eyes start to open, bright lights made your headache as you looked around the small, confined room, strapped to the bed with your wrists and ankles. You were too drowsy to make sense of anything but the feeling in your gut told you it wasn't good. Dreykov watched from his security camera as you drifted back to sleep, "Welcome home widow" he muttered to himself before turning the camera off. 

Other widows walked by your cell trying not to look into the glass window to get a glimpse of you, Dreykov had told them all about you and how Natasha, Yelena and you were his best weapons and that the three of you would return home very soon. To them you were a god, the one they strived to be better than, the one they were to look up too. Their training had gotten new adjustments, they had to train harder and complete harder missions in order to stay in Dreykov's good books, some failed and were dealt with, never to be seen again. 

A few days later after you were finally unstrapped from the bed and able to sit up right, a guard took you to Dreykov's office, a room you'd seen a few times but never spent more than a few short minutes in there. You weren't scared of him, but you could already tell how angry he was and mentally prepared yourself for anything he would try. 

"Sit" he instructed as he turned off his protected screen. You sat down in the seat across from him as he stood behind his desk, your eyes watching every little movement he made. "You recovered faster than I thought" he said, "How is Yelena Belova?" He asked. The name not having any effect on you as he walked around behind you. "Oh, I am sorry, you probably don't know her" he chuckled, "How about Natasha Romanoff?" Another name that didn't ring a bell for you. "Your silence tells me you don't remember" he circled back to his seat and sat down before reaching into the drawer on the right side of his desk pulling out some photos and placing them in front of you. "Look at them" he instructed, your eyes dropped to the photo of a young girl with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, the name under her photo read 'Yelena Belova'.

"Do you recognise her?" Dreykov asked. 

"No" you looked back up at him. He then took the photo of Yelena and put it to the side, your eyes dropped to the next photo. A redhead with a similar eye color to Yelena, her name reads 'Natasha Romanoff' 

"And her?" Dreykov asked once more. "No" you replied. He showed you the photos of four other people, Melina Vostokoff, Alexei Shostakov, Kate Bishop and Wanda Maximoff. All of which you didn't recognize which pleased Dreykov. 

"Good. You will start training today. You are not to speak or even look at another Widow." He spoke sternly, "You do your training and that is all, do you understand?" he added. "Yes, sir" you replied while looking into his eyes. "Good, now get out of here" he waved you off as a guard waited to take you back to your room.  

Dreykov brought the doctor in after you left, "Did it work?" He asked the doctor as he stood holding two files before placing them in front of Dreykov. "Yes, General. The Extremis injection has completely changed the DNA of Y/n, she no longer, legally, is related to Yelena Belova. Her tests show that we were able to successfully enhance her strength and given that she hasn't eaten or drank anything since returning, I am confident her stamina enhancement was also successful" he explained with a proud smirk. 

"She is to start training today. I want you there to take notes, I need everything to work. If she is to on Yelena and Natasha when they come for her, I need her ready" Dreykov said. 

"Yes, General. She will be ready" the doctor replied. 

Meanwhile back home, Yelena was a mess. She and Wanda fought but wouldn't give up on searching for you. Natasha, Melina and Alexei were trying to work out a plan to get you back, but nobody knew where Red Room was, Melina knew that Dreykov would've made it harder to find him again and Natasha agreed that the plan had to thought-out in high detail, if they were ever to find Red Room. Kate did her best on being there for her two friends and help where she could, but she also worried for their own health and tried to distract them just for a while, so they'd focus on eating and drinking.  

The town soon found out about Asya's death and blamed you for it faster than they could read any details that the press released. Asya was dead and you were missing, it was enough evidence for them to blame you for her murder. For Dreykov this was perfect, nobody was going to think of looking for you unless it was the authorities and they would never find out where Red Room was or what Red Room even was. 

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You started training differently to the other Widows. The doctor who never mentioned his name only explained the last few tests he needed to run on you. You agreed as you knew you were supposed to.

"Use your mind to stop the guard from shooting you" the Doctor instructed behind a bullet proof window. To anybody that would've sounded crazy and scared you even, but it felt almost normal to you, it didn't faze you and you weren't scared. 

The guard pointed their gun directly at you, your eyes moved from theirs to the barrel of the gun. "Shoot!" The doctor spoke over the speaker. The guard pulled the trigger followed by the sound of a click, another try and another click. 

"Now let them shoot you" the doctor spoke again, this time you looked at the guard in the eyes again as they pulled the trigger. The bullet hits you in the shoulder blade not giving you any feel for pain. "Now pull the bullet out" the Doctor said. Keeping your eyes on the guard, you brought your right hand to your left shoulder with two fingers and dug into the wound pulling the bullet out and dropping it to the floor. "Good, now please take her to medical to be stitched up". 

The guard took you to medical where they cleaned you up and the bullet wound before stitching it up and covering it. "That should heal within 3 days" the doctor noted on your file. "How are you feeling?" he asked looking up at you. "Fine thank you" you replied almost like it was scripted as the doctor noted your response.

"You're not hungry or thirsty?"

"No"

"Still, you should at least drink water even if you don't feel the urge to drink" he explains, you returned a soft nod and looked into the distance. "General Dreykov will be happy with today's tests and so should you" he spoke before leaving the room, the guard waited for the nurse to give the okay before returning you to your room. Widows walked by and looked at you as you sat on the uncomfortable bunker that was now your bed, no memory of the months you'd gain from being free were accessible from your mind and with no sense of being besides your name, you sat with your eyes glued to the floor and waited for the only thing you knew that was next, meal call. 

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Days went by and for Yelena and the others a sense of emptiness was within, Yelena refused to do anything but look for you, taking Kate and traveling well outside of town for any signs or clues as to where Red Room could've been but nothing. Kate worried for Yelena with each search coming up empty. "Let's try again in the morning, it's getting late, and we need to head back before others worry" she suggested. "Kate Bishop, you can go but I will not. I promised things to her, I can't…I'm not giving up" Yelena replied but Kate wouldn't leave, she stayed for support and hoped that Yelena's fear wasn't true. 

Natasha kept a close eye on Yelena and would follow the two teens from a safe distance whenever they left town. As much as she, Melina and Alexei wanted you back, the reality of that was slim. Melina had broken Dreykov's trust and there was no way she could gain it back; she was surprised he hadn't killed her off already, Alexei as well. 

Wanda hated that her and Yelena couldn't be in the same room for long together before the scoffs and mumbled opinions came along. Wanda spent most of the time waiting for you at the shared rock, hoping one day soon you'd come by and sit with her once again. She knew the odds were low but there wasn't much she could do besides hope.

"Wands, come home" Pietro spoke as Wanda sat on the rock. "I will, just a few more minutes" she said, Pietro walked up the rock and started to climb it, "Don't…please" Wanda stopped him, "don't take her spot" she added as her eyes dropped. Pietro got down and walked in front of Wanda. "Wands" he spoke softly, her eyes looking up at him filled with tears, "A few more minutes" he said and sat on the ground to keep Wanda company. "Thank you" she spoke in an almost whisper. The two sat in silence for more than just a few more minutes, Pietro wanting to comfort his sister with a hug as she let her tears flow, "What if we don't find her" she sobbed. 

"Wanda, are you really going to do that to yourself? You don't talk in what ifs" Pietro cocked a brow. "I know…but…you didn't know her, Pietro" Wanda replied with puffy red eyes. 

"I know her well enough to know she touched your heart" 

His words made Wanda's eyes tear even more, "I'm sorry Wands, I didn't mean to make things worse" 

"You didn't" she cried, "I miss her and I'm…I'm so scared for her" 

"Y/n is strong I'm su-"

"Pietro, please…I know what you're going to say but you don't quite understand, and I don't need to hear that she's strong and she'll be fine. I know she's strong, but I know she isn't okay so please, save me the speech" Wanda cut him off trying to hold back on crying even more. Pietro wasn't sure what to say, he barely knew you and only met you in passing and what Wanda had said about you, for the most part he thought you were nice and a little quiet. "We'll go when you're ready" he said, and the twins sat in silence while Wanda held on to the little hope she had. 

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Being back in Red Room felt like you never left, at night when you were supposed to be asleep, you had your back turned to the camera and stared at the wall thinking about what you had learned from training that day. Other Widows still took a peep at you as they walked by your room, but you did as told and never made the effort to look at them or acknowledge the one Widow who brought you the 3 meals you ate a day. She tried to make a conversation and introduced herself as Georgia, she asked for your name and age, but you knew all too well that Dreykov would be watching over the camera, so you stayed silent and never looked up at her. 

The next morning you were woken by the one person you were yet to come across, Madame B. "Wake up. General Dreykov needs to see you in his office" she spoke, your eyes needing no time to wake up completely. Madame waited for you just outside your room as you got your self-washed and dressed before she led you to Dreykov's office. 

"The doctor tells me you've passed your test to perfection" Dreykov spoke as you sat in the seat across from his desk. "Yes, sir" you replied while looking blankly at him. "Today is a big day for you. You will be giving your all to me. The other Widows, they need to know that what you did was not acceptable, and they will watch as you complete your program" he explained, you knew what this meant and nodded. 

"Yes, sir. I will do what is expected of me" 

Dreykov smirked at your reply knowing he had complete control over you once again and this time he was going to make sure to never lose you again. "Once you have recovered you will continue your training which will be delivered by Madame B and only when she is confident in your progress, then you will be placed on missions." He stood from his seat and walked to stand behind you. 

"This is your home" he whispered in your ear, "You belong to me. You answer to me" he added. "Yes, sir" you replied looking straight in front of you. "Good, you may take her now" He turned to Madame B who stood tall by the door. "Come now Y/n" she spoke causing you to stand from the seat and walk over to her. "She should recover faster than the others" Dreykov informed the supervisor before the two of you left his office. 

"Get onto the bed" she instructed as a nurse wheeled the bed to you. Once on the bed the nurse strapped you in by your wrists and ankles before taking you to the medical bay. "This is for your own good. You will take you place in the world properly this time after this procedure" she looked down at you as you watched the widows gather to watch from behind a large glass window. "You don't have to do this" you said, "I don't have a family" 

"This is to make sure it starts that way. Now stay still and this will all be over shortly" Madame B replied as she gave the nurse a light nod. You felt the prick of anesthesia being injected into your arm before your eyes draped shut and a mask was placed over your mouth and nose. 

You woke up back in your room strapped to the bed by your ankles, trying to prop yourself up with the support of your elbows you were lightly pushed back down by Madame B with her hand on your chest. "You can't sit up just yet" she said as you looked at her with a confused look. "The procedure was successful; you should be happy about that. General Dreykov requested it to be done different that how we do it to the other Widows. You will have a scar to remind you of your loyalty to Dreykov and Red Room. You are to stay rested until you are completely healed. I will check on you every few days, until then, Georgia will wait on you hand and foot until we can start training for your mission" she explained without a slight tone change. 

You waited until she left for you to life the covers and see the bandages on your abdomen, tears filled your eyes as the reality sunk in. At 16 years old, not now, not ever will you be able to carry a child and the idea of family meant nothing. This was your home; this is where you belong. You belonged to Dreykov and you are property of the Red Room. 

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"It's been a month and none of you have come up with any plan to get her back!" Yelena snapped at the table. "Yelena, we are trying but we have nothing to go on" Melina explained with a hurt in her eyes. "Bullshit! You were able to find us, why can't you just do the same thing?" Yelena argued.

"Lena, it's not that easy" Natasha stepped in, "we all want to find Red Room and bring her back, we do, but we really don't have the first clue as to where Red Room is" 

"Natasha is right. We don't have any ideas" Alexei said. Yelena's frustration only grew bigger by words that disappointed her. "Then we try and draw him out! Bring him out of hiding" she suggested. 

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Melina asked. 

"Kate. We set her up as –"

"No! Yelena, that's not going to happen. I know you're upset and worried, we all are but we will not be giving Dreykov anything in this!" Melina shut her idea down before she could even finish her sentence. "But he already has Y/n!" Yelena argued, "I spoke to Kate already about it and she said –"

"Yelena, I said no!" Melina's tone was stern and the look in her eyes Yelena knew there was no fighting her on the idea. "But he has her!" She broke, tears falling freely from her eyes. "I know sweetheart" Melina placed a comforting arm around her, in anger she shook her off and stood from the dining table "Screw you! All of you!" she spat before storming off to her room. 

"I'll talk to her" Alexei said after a few moments of silence, Melina nodded before looking over to Natasha. "She has an idea" Nat spoke, "we know Dreykov's weakness, young girls who don't have anybody, it might work" she adds. 

"I will not put any other young girl in his control, not again" Melina replied while shaking her head. 

"You wouldn't be" 

"And if something goes wrong? He gains not 1 but 2 and we risk the chance of ever getting Y/n. I will not do that." 

"Maybe we report it to S.H.E.I.L.D" Nat paused as Melina looked at her with a slight tilt of her head, "I've been looking into joining them…make up for the crap I've done" 

"How long has this been any idea of yours?" 

"I've already had a couple of meetings with Nick Fury and so far, it sounds promising. I think they could help, it's worth a try" Natasha explains, "they already know that HYDRA has some kind of agreement with Dreykov"

"Do they know where Red Room is?" Melina asked.

"I don't think so, but it wouldn't hurt to ask" Nat replied. 

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"How are you feeling?" Madame B asked as the nurse checked your bandage. "Fine Ma'am" you replied while looking up at her. "Good. Once you are done here, get dressed. We must start your training today" she replied.

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Aftermath

Title: Aftermath          Word Count: 4384   Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T  Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Splinter, Casey Jones, April O’Neil, Leatherhead    Warning: Seizures    Summary: “Donnie?” he asked softly. “You okay?” Don’s bo, which was in his hand, clattered to the ground, the sound echoing. Then, to Leo’s alarm, Don stiffened up, and fell. Notes: Seizure terminology has changed a little over the years. Considering that this fic would be set around 2003-2005, I’ve elected to use the terminology that was correct then. Grand Mal is the term that would have been used prior to 2017 for the type of seizure that Donnie has here. After 2017, this type of seizure has been renamed as Tonic-Clonic. It’s the same type of seizure, just with a different name due to new, more specific categorization. ff.net || AO3

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Aftermath

The door opened with a hiss that echoed in the empty lair. With plodding footsteps, the turtles and Splinter entered their home, accompanied by Leatherhead, Casey, and April. Between dealing with the Triceriton invasion, the run to keep Honeycutt safe, Agent Bishop, and Honeycutt’s funeral, the group was running on nearly empty.

“It’s good to be home,” Leo said with a sigh as they stepped inside.

“You’re telling me,” Mikey said, glancing back at Leo. “I think I wanna go stuff my face, and then collapse somewhere and not move for a few days.”

“I want a shower first,” Raph said, grimacing. “Get all this grime and stuff offa me.”

“A shower does sound nice,” April admitted, “as does a bed. This is exhausting. I don’t know how you guys do this all the time.”

“Yeah, yer telling me. After all a that, I could do with somethin’ ta drink.” Casey said. “I’m parched.”

“Tea,” Splinter said firmly, already turning towards the kitchen. “A cup of tea would do us all some good. I will prepare some for us.”

Leatherhead watched Splinter, and then turned towards Leo. “Are you positive about welcoming me into your home?” he asked. “I’m grateful, but I do not wish to intrude. Our last encounter was not… on the best of terms.”

“You’re fine,” Leo said. “It’s water under the bridge. Just come in and relax. I think we all could use it.”

“Food, drink, showers, sleep—all of it sounds good to me!” Mikey said with a grin, already heading towards the couch to take over the TV. Raph moved after him, the two settling into familiar fussing.

Leo glanced over at Don. He had been quiet during the conversation. He had been quiet on the way home, as well. Leo assumed that it was because of his grief and guilt over Professor Honeycutt’s death, and he had half expected him to head straight to his lab and immediately block out everyone else. But instead, Don was still standing near the entrance, seeming to stare off into nothing. Something about it seemed off, and it set Leo’s senses to tingling. Concerned, he turned more fully to face his brother, making his way towards him.

“Donnie?” he asked softly. “You okay?”

Don’s bo, which was in his hand, clattered to the ground, the sound echoing. Then, to Leo’s alarm, Don stiffened up, and fell.

“Donnie!”

Leo leapt towards him, barely catching his brother before he hit the ground. He felt as stiff as a board, seemed to be gasping for breath, and then, to Leo’s horror, he began to jerk in what were clearly rapid, uncontrolled movements. Footsteps and voices rang out as Don’s collapse and Leo’s yell sent them rushing towards the pair.

“Donnie!”

“What’s happening to him?”

“My son!”

“Donatello!”

“Was he hit?!”

“Don’t let him hit his head but give him space!”

Surprisingly, Casey’s voice cut through the rest of them, authority ringing in it. Mikey bounced away, returning seconds later with a pillow that Leo shoved under Donatello’s head. Don continued jerking, small noises and gasps of breath punctuating his state, and Leo automatically reached out to him again.

“Don’t touch him!” Casey’s voice was sharp, and Leo immediately froze, looking up at the older man. Casey’s voice softened a bit. “I know it’s hard, man, but he’s gotta just ride it out.”

“Mister Jones, what else can we do?” Splinter asked. Leo looked over at Splinter, a little surprised that he was looking for guidance.

“When it’s finished, turn him to his side,” Casey said. “We don’t wanna move him until he’s with it. Probably a good idea to take off his mask too. He might not be all there for a moment after it’s over. That’s okay, just reassure him. When he’s back to himself, then we can move him to somewhere comfortable. We kinda just gotta go from there. We can give him something to drink or eat after he’s with it again.”

Casey kept glancing at his watch as he spoke, his eyes going back and forth between it and Donnie.

“Michaelangelo, Raphael, go prepare a place in my room for him,” Splinter said. They both took off. “Leatherhead, if we could request your assistance in moving Donatello once he is ready.”

“Of course,” Leatherhead said.

“April, Donatello keeps a medical kit in his laboratory. Please fetch it.”

“Of course, Master Splinter.” April hurried off.

Leo looked up at Splinter. His father met his eyes. “Stay with him, Leonardo. You are doing what is needed here.”

Leo nodded, not trusting his voice. He glanced back at Casey, who was looking at his watch with a grim look on his face.

Leo didn’t like that and averted his eyes back to Donatello’s jerking form. He liked that less, but at least he could keep an eye on his brother. He ached to do something, anything, but there was nothing that he could do, except watch as his brother jerked uncontrollably. He felt helpless, and it was unsettling. The seconds ticked by at a snail’s pace, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Don’s jerking slowed, stopped, and his body relaxed.

“Roll him on his side,” Casey instructed, and Leo quickly did so. “April, get some towels and a blanket.”

“On it!” April dropped the kit by their side, not hesitating for a moment.

Casey knelt down next to Don, looking him over with what seemed to be a practiced eye. Leo reached up to untie Don’s mask even as Splinter ran a comforting hand along Don’s shoulder.

“My son?”

Donnie didn’t say anything, his breath gasping, and drool leaking out of his mouth. Leo tried to fight back panic, trying not to think of all of the movies and shows where that had been used to show that someone had a brain injury.

April came careening back in and slapped a towel in Casey’s hand. With a gentleness that Leo hadn’t seen from him before, Casey took the towel and wiped up the drool that was dripping out of Don’s mouth. He didn’t seem worried by it, which eased Leo’s anxiety a little.

“Mister Jones?” Splinter asked.

“It’s a normal thing that can happen,” Casey said. “So can, ah, accidents, but it don’t look like we’ve got that problem right now. Just give him a minute. His brain went all wonky on him. It’s gonna take him a minute to get himself back together.”

“What can we do in the meantime?” Leo asked.

“Just be there,” Casey said. “And be comforting.”

“What’s—” April paused as she stared at Don. “What’s that? On his head?”

They all paused to look, Leo not sure how they had missed the red, angry burns and the puncture wounds that seemed to be leaking blood before.

“Burns?” Leatherhead said. “And a small wound.”

Leo looked down at the mask he held in his hand. He could see blood not just on one side of the mask, but on both sides of it. Grim, he held the mask up. “On both sides, it looks like.”

There was a beat of silence, but before anyone could say anything else, Donatello groaned, and all of their attention snapped back to him and not his injuries.

“Donnie?” Leo said, leaning close to his brother. “Hey, bud, just take it easy.” He rubbed the edge of Don’s shell, trying to comfort him.

Don blinked, slowly, and shifted a bit, something that sounded like he was trying to form words coming out of his mouth. His brow furrowed for a moment, and slowly, his eyes moved around, tracking up to Leo. Leo did his best to give him a reassuring smile. Don didn’t return it, his brow only furrowing more.

“’S all good, Donnie,” Casey said in a surprisingly gentle tone. “Just take yer time and come out of it at yer own pace.”

Don looked confused, and a small, distressed noise came out of him. Before Leo could even react to that, Splinter was there, inserting himself between Leo and Donnie and taking over comforting his son.

“You are safe, my son,” Splinter said, laying a paw on Don’s forehead. “You are safe. You are home and you are safe.”

Don blinked some more, as if he were trying to put pieces of what had just happened together. “F-f-Father?” he said, his voice shaky and weak. “What… what happened?”

“You had a seizure, my son. But do not worry. We are here to help you.”

“Hey Donnie. Do ya mind if I ask you a few questions?” Casey carefully butted in, and Don’s attention slowly turned towards him.

“…okay…?”

Casey nodded. “First off, what’s my name?”

Don blinked. “C-casey.”

“Good. And his?” he pointed to Leo.

Again, Don answered. “Leo.”

“How about this guy?” Casey asked, jerking a thumb behind him.

Don was quiet for a moment more. “…Leatherhead.”

“The pretty lady?”

“April.” There was no hesitation on that one.

“And what about those two who’re comin’?”

Don looked to where Mikey and Raph were coming towards the group again and squinted. Leo’s heart pounded. Had he forgotten them? Or was something wrong with Don’s vision?

“Mikey and Raphie,” he said after they got closer, his voice exhausted.

“Okay, do you know where you are, Donnie?” Casey asked.

“…the floor.”

“Of where?”

For this, Don grew silent again, although suddenly his eyes started to widen, and his breathing began to take on an almost panicked pattern.

“My son.” Splinter said again. “You are safe. Look around you. See where you are.” He reached out, laying a hand on Donatello’s cheek. “You are safe. I am with you.”

After a moment or two of Splinter repeating that, Don seemed to calm.

“I’m… I’m home,” he said.

“Good, Donnie,” Casey said, encouraging him. “Do you know what happened?”

“Um… s-someone said I had… had a seizure?” Don said, somewhat uncertainly.

“Sure seems that way,” Casey said. He looked up at Raph and Mikey. “Hey, is that place ready for him?”

Raph nodded. “Yeah. That’s what we were comin’ back here to tell you.”

Casey moved away a bit. “I think it’d be okay to move him now. Just don’t be surprised if he’s really weak and stuff.”

“My son, we are going to move you to my room now. Please don’t be alarmed. Leatherhead is going to carry you there.” Splinter said.

Don nodded, looking exhausted. Leatherhead very carefully picked him up, reassuring Don as he did.

Splinter lead the way, directing Leatherhead on where to go while Mikey followed behind, just in case. Raph looked at Casey curiously.

“Hey. How’d you know all a’ that?” he asked.

Casey shrugged. “Used ta have this friend when I was a kid, name was Stevie. Stevie had epilepsy. Both of us were kinda a bit of outcasts here and there, so we hung out a lot together. First time I saw Stevie have a seizure, it scared me. But his ma stayed calm and showed me what to do. After that I made sure ta learn what to do, just in case I needed to help Stevie. It came in handy more than once. So, when I saw what was happenin’ to Donnie, I knew what was going on.”

“Huh,” April said. “Well, good going Jones.”

Casey cracked a smile at her but nodded at the blanket in her arms. “Let’s go get that to them, just in case they need it.” Casey glanced at Leo and Raph. “He might take a bit to recover. He ever had anything like this before?”

Leo and Raph glanced at each other, but both shook their heads. “No, not that I can remember,” Leo said.

“Me either,” Raph said.

“Well somethin’ had to have triggered it,” Casey said. “My guess’d be those wounds on his head had something to do with it. Maybe he can tell us somethin’ about them later.”

Casey started towards Splinter’s room, April with him, But Raph and Leo hung back a bit. Raph put a hand on Leo’s shoulder.

“You good, bro?” he asked.

Leo shook his head. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “That was… it was pretty terrifying, to be honest.”

“Yeah, it was,” Raph said with a grimace. “Betcha it’s ten times worse for Donnie.”

“Yeah,” Leo said.

They stood there for a second more, then followed the rest of the family towards Splinter’s room.

By the time they got there, Don was nestled into a pile of blankets and pillows, Splinter by his side, and talking softly. April was working on cleaning and bandaging his head.

“—don’t remember. Just… getting to the sewers and then… waking up on the floor.”

“Yeah, that’s not unusual,” Casey said. “How are ya feeling other than that?”

“Tired,” Don said, looking over when Raph and Leo entered. “Just… exhausted. Sore. And my head hurts.”

“Then let us get you some tea so you can rest,” Splinter said as April finished up.

“I’m on it,” Raph said, clapping Leo on the shoulder before getting it.

It didn’t take Raph long to get the tea, nor did it take very long for Splinter to help Don drink it and have him eat a few crackers. Don’s exhaustion got the better of him, then, and he fell asleep, something Casey said was fine. Still, even when he was sleeping, none of them wanted to leave Don alone.

“So” Casey said, breaking the silence. “I gotta ask—has this ever happened to Donnie before?”

They all looked to Splinter, who shook his head. “No. Never that I am aware of.”

“Donnie wouldn’t have hidden something like this from us,” Mikey said. “Not something serious like this.”

Casey nodded. “From what I remember, seizures don’t come from nowhere. Since he ain’t had them before, I betcha they’ve got something to do with those wounds on his head.”

“But where did those come from?” Raph asked.

“They came from the Triceritons,” Splinter said with an undercurrent of anger, and everyone’s attention snapped to him.

“Sensei?” Leo asked.

“While you four were gone, I was meditating, trying to find you,” Splinter said. “Without warning, I heard Donatello call out to me. He was in unspeakable pain, something happening to his mind. I focused, and, helping him, I forced whatever it was out of his mind. I felt, through your brother, something physical break, releasing him, and then the connection was broken as well.”

“That’s why you wanted me to tell you where everyone was so badly,” Mikey said, realization dawning on him. “When I came in for my hoverboard, I mean.”

“But… why now? Why not then, or soon after?” April asked.

Casey shook his head. “I dunno. I know that different things can trigger a seizure. Trauma, lack of sleep, some people say stress and strong emotions can, too.”

“Sounds like Don had all of those things,” Leo said with a grimace.

“He did, indeed,” Splinter said. “Although I will be honest and say that the trauma is the one that concerns me the most.”

Casey blew out a breath, looking up, as if he were trying to remember something. “…It’s been a while, but if I’m rememberin’ right, then you guys should keep an eye on him. He had one of them big seizures. Grand Mal. I dunno if there’d be others or not, but it’s not gonna hurt to watch him.” Casey looked back at Don. “Especially with that head trauma.”

“Do… do you think it’ll happen again?” Mikey asked, looking up with uncertain eyes. “Another Grand Mal one, I mean?”

Casey blanched a little. “To be honest, I dunno. My friend who had them, he had epilepsy. It’s different with a head trauma. But right now? Best thing is to let Donnie rest. And don’t be surprised if he doesn’t remember any of this when he wakes up, or even other recent memories.”

Mikey looked back down at Don, clearly worried.

“I may be able to help,” Leatherhead said. “While I did not study medicine, with the Utroms biotechnology, there are many similarities, and I was given a basic education in humanoid anatomy and physiology.”

“Any help is most welcome,” Splinter said.

“If only I had access to the tools my family had,” the giant alligator lamented.

“Don has some things,” Leo said hopefully. “I’m not sure what, but maybe you’d be able to tell? You’re a scientist, too.”

Leatherhead nodded. “While I am not currently functioning at my best, and my require some assistance, I would like to see what Donatello has available.”

“Raph, go with him,” Leo said. “You know Donnie’s stuff better than the rest of us.”

Raph nodded, gesturing for Leatherhead to follow him. “Come on, big guy,” he said, leading the way out of Splinter’s room.

“Michelangelo,” Splinter said. “I think we all could use something light to eat. Will you prepare something?”

Mikey nodded and stood up. “Yeah, sure thing, Sensei.”

“I’ll help you,” April said.

The two left, and it was just Casey, Leo, Splinter, and the sleeping Donatello left in the room. Splinter looked back at them both.

“Leonardo, Mr. Jones, please, sit down,” Splinter said. He waited until they did and directed his attention at Casey. “Mr. Jones. I want you to tell both Leonardo and myself everything you know about seizures. I wish to be as prepared as possible.”

For a moment, Casey looked surprised, but then he nodded. “Alright. Well, let’s see. First off, there’s different kinds of seizures…”

It was several hours later when Don woke up. It took him a moment to orient himself. His brain felt sluggish, like when he’d been up for a few days, and woke up from a very short nap. His body, though, felt sore all over. It took him a moment to realize that he was in Splinter’s room, and a moment longer to realize that meant something must have happened to him. But what?

“Donnie?”

Don turned his head, wincing a little as he did. Leo was sitting next to the bed, watching him with worried eyes.

“…Leo?”

Leo gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Yep. How are you feeling?”

“…awful.” Don said after a moment. “Sore, and… sluggish.” He blinked. “What happened, Leo?”

Leo’s smile dropped. “You had a seizure, Donnie.”

Don stared at him. “A seizure?”

Leo nodded. “Almost as soon as we got into the lair. That’s been… nearly twelve hours ago at this point.”

Don stared at his brother, aghast. “I’ve been unconscious for twelve hours?”

Leo shook his head. “No. You came back around shortly after your seizure—Casey said it was a Grand Mal seizure, and he timed it. It was almost three minutes—and you answered some questions after we moved you in here. You fell asleep after that. You’ve been sleeping for about eleven and a half hours, though.”

Don blinked at Leo. “I don’t… remember…”

“Casey said that was normal, too,” Leo said.

Don blinked at him again. “Wait. Why do you keep saying that Casey said things?” he asked.

A lopsided smile formed on Leo’s face. “Because he is. Turns out, he actually knows a lot about seizures, because of a childhood friend. He’s our expert right now.”

Don stared at least for a moment. “…huh.”

“Yeah, it’s weird for all of us, too,” Leo said. “But he thinks that it was caused by whatever gave you those injuries on your head.”

“…injuries?” Don said, suddenly becoming aware that there were bandages on his head, and this his very skull seemed to ache at the temples. He raised a hand up, gently brushing at them, stopping when a sharp burst of pain went through them. “…oh.”

Leo frowned. “Do you know what caused them?” he asked Don.

Don nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

Leo nodded. “Master Splinter thought you might. But he said not to push you, that you could tell us later, when Leatherhead is present.”

Don’s brow crinkled. “Leatherhead? Why him?”

“Leatherhead has some knowledge of… well, to be honest, I didn’t really follow it when he went into detail. But basically, because of the Utroms technorganic technology, he’s got some knowledge that might be helpful.” Leo paused. “I hope you don’t mind, but we let him loose in your lab. He thinks he can make some sort of basic device to scan your brain, at least a little.”

“No, that’s… that’s fine,” Don said, closing his eyes. “My head really hurts.”

“I’ll go get Master Splinter,” Leo said, getting up.

Don merely hummed in acknowledgement.

It took Splinter only moments to arrive, Leo coming back in not long after him with a cup of tea and some painkillers. Splinter helped Don to sit up, Don surprised to find himself a little unsteady. But still, he drank the tea and took the painkillers. He stayed sitting up for a few more minutes and found that he felt better that way. It wasn’t long before he found himself on the couch, with everyone hovering around him. Mikey brought him soup, and Don dutifully ate what he felt like he could, sitting it aside when it was only halfway finished.

“My son,” Splinter said when it was clear that he was finished. “Can you tell us what happened to cause your injury.”

Don was quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands. “It… it was something called the mind probe,” he said. “When I wouldn’t give them any information, the Prime Leader had it put on my head. They wouldn’t believe that… that the Professor… that he wasn’t here. So, they put that on my head to scan my memories. Only…” Don seemed to shrink in on himself a little.

“Only what, my son?” Splinter asked.

“Only I think it did more than that,” Don said. “It—it was painful. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.” His shoulders curled in a little more. “…It felt like it was ripping my mind apart.”

A furry hand reached out and took one of Don’s hands. Don looked over at his father.

“And that is when you called out for me,” Splinter said.

Don nodded. “And you answered. You helped me short it out.” Don looked back at his lap, at his hand and his father’s. “I don’t know how it worked, but I’m positive that whatever it did, it was physically reaching into my brain.”

“That’d probably explain the seizure,” Casey said, breaking the silence. April elbowed him in the gut, and he let out an oof, and then looked at her. “What?”

“I believe you may be correct, Donatello,” Leatherhead said, ignoring the two. “I remember reading an entry on such a device once. It sent small nano-filaments into the tissues, using those to deliver the impulse to the memory cells that prompted the memory. However, it was not unusual for this to destroy the cells themselves, or to leave a path of damage in the wake of the nano-filaments.”

“Wait—are you saying—” Raph started, “—are you saying that Donnie has brain damage?”

Leatherhead shook his head. “I am saying that it is a possibility, given what I know. Once we finish this machine, I should be able to tell you more specifically what the damage is.” He looked over at Donatello and Splinter. “In the meantime, it’s probably best that Donatello take it easy.”

“When will the machine be finished?” Splinter asked.

“This afternoon, if all goes well,” Leatherhead said.

Splinter nodded and looked at Don. “Good. Come then, Donatello. You are going to rest more.”

There was no room for argument, and Splinter took Don back to his room, where he forced his son into another nap. For once, Don didn’t resist, tired from both the previous days and the seizure. True to his word, Leatherhead did have a simplistic scanner up and running by that afternoon and, after Don awoke, they put him through it. Leatherhead examined the results, while the rest of the family waited with bated breath.

“…There is damage,” Leatherhead finally said. “I would not be surprised to find that Donatello is missing a few memories. These punctures will also be a weak spot until the bone heals over. They will need to be protected. However,” he looked at the incredibly pensive family, “from what I can tell, it looks as if there was no damage to Donatello’s ability to form new memories, and the damage he has seems to already be repairing itself. I doubt that there will be any more seizures in the future, unless caused by other factors.”

Leatherhead gave them all a smile. “In other words, Donatello will be fine, in time.”

There was a sigh of relief at that, and the tension that had been building seemed to leave the room.

“We will all take a few days to rest,” Splinter said. “And then we will re-evaluate from there. Mr. Jones, Leatherhead, thank you both very much for your help.”

“It wasn’t nothin’.”

“It was my pleasure to help.”

Leo watched as Splinter still hovered over Don, as the family seemed to relax, and as the tension that had been keeping them all in a grip bled away. The whole ordeal had been terrifying, this aftermath almost more terrifying than the invasion itself. Leo was more than relieved that it seemed Don would be alright, and things could return to normal. But he would also keep an eye on his brother for a while. He didn’t think he’d forget the terrifying feeling of Don seizing under his hands and being helpless to do anything about it.

Maybe in this rest period, he’d borrow some of Don’s medical books. Maybe he wouldn’t need to use what they contained, but the way he figured, more knowledge was better than less.

Especially if it meant saving or helping a brother.

That decision made, Leo joined the rest of the family in the living area, joining Don on the couch as Mikey, Raph, and Casey argued about what movie to put in. Don leaned over on Leo a little bit, and Leo wrapped an arm around him, settling in, and promising to himself to never let Don or anyone else get hurt this badly again.

He swore it.

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Werewolf!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader. College/Werewolf!AU

Where Reader is bitten by a mysterious wolf. After a party, Reader encounters a huge, blue-eyed wolf in the woods. Kate is part of the Avengers pack. Kate meets her companion after saving his life.

[A/n: I feel like some of you have the sixth sense about the fact that I've written so much werewolf fanfiction for Hailee Characters. Anyway, I was happy to do this!]

Trigger Warnings: Blood, usual gory werewolf bite, some mentions of SA seminars, College douche bags (Nothing graphic at all, but proceed with caution).

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Once Bitten, Twice an Idiot | Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

The night air held a warmth like freshly brewed tea, deliberate and honey thick. The sun had long ago set, exposing you to a darkened sky with an ornamental moon.  That light, of course, barely made it through the large oaks and logs. The underbrush pulled at your jeans, your legs, your arms, until they’d been reduced to pulp.

There was a stitch in your side, one that normally would have slowed you down. You weren’t much for sports, or physical exertion that didn’t’ have a clear end game. But this was different- the reward for dodging trees, and holes, and damp surfaces was your life.

You should have realized you were being stalked. The signs were all there; the hair standing on the back of your neck, the snapping of twigs and dead grass. The fear that shot through your body. Of course- you figured it was some college douche who had followed you from the library. Not an animal.

At least, you were pretty sure that deathly growl came from an animal. A thing with glowing blue eyes and dripping jowls. Granted, you hadn’t stuck around. You stupidly dashed into the woods, thinking that sticking to the side of an empty road was a dumber choice. Maybe the woods would slow it down- but it seemed to work as a crux.

When your front pushed against an ice-cold chain-link fence, a bit of relief came over you. This was it- you’d be set free from this little game of cat and mouse. At least your death would come quick, fingers wrapped around the metal, you panted in shorts spirts of condensation.

The animal was clearly defined against the color of the yellow moon. It was massive, trying to catch its own breath. Its fur was a pitch black, not just a trick of the light. But it’s eyes, its eyes were almost kind in their own way, an inner struggle.

A rumbling growl cut through any reprieve. Were wolves’ common practice in the state of New York? You were from the south, the air much warmer and wetter. The wildlife calmer until provoked. You hadn’t provoked this, nor did you think you’d survive it.

The wolf jumped onto you, large paws pushing into your collarbone with another stunned growl of dominance. A watery, blood-mixed drool moved past peeled back lips, exposing pink gums. The scent of damp fur and rotted meat filled your lungs. You realized you were whimpering- crying deafened by the animals’ movements.

The bite came with a blinding pain in the smooth expanse between the side of your neck and the top of your shoulder. You screamed until your throat burned, tasting of copper. Teeth embedded into your flesh, cracking your bones. The animal pulled away, letting out an earth-shattering howl in response- for a moment, your voices were in synch, mingling under the moon.

Pressure was flung off of you, the wolf that had tackled you to the ground, the one that had bit into you, was suddenly knocked onto its side. The silhouette of a bigger animal had pinned its predecessor to the ground, letting off a warning grumble filled with venom.

You weren’t stupid, you never had been. You clenched your eyes shut and played dead.

Pain erupted across your temple in tandem with your heart against your wrist. There was a cold wet feeling that engulfed you. It had snowed in the night, nothing big, nothing substantial, but cold enough to stir you from the muck and leaves that were encased around you. You’d been buried, or covered, at least.

The scent of the woods filled your lungs with every even breath you took. The light seemed too bright, the air too cold. Every nerve ending in your body stood up on edge, heightened with what you assumed was fear. You’d forgotten the wound on your shoulder, the blood that had frozen to your skin in an ugly brown, hard color.

Your bag was a few paces ahead of you, textbooks scattered and damp, the words running ink. Great. You’d be lucky if you could pawn them off by the end of the semester. It was a stupid thought to have. You’d been attacked, and the only thing that registered was the scent of wet paper and the inevitable donation of lofty books.

Your phone began to vibrate. The sound was deafening, you groaned, clenching your dirty hands to either side of your head. You could feel it in your teeth, eventually patting the ground until you unearthed it. The screen was shattered, but functional.

“Hello?” You rasped.

“Gracias a dios” America’s voice was almost as deafening as the cellphone ringing. You winced and pulled it away from your ear “Where are you y/n? MJ was two seconds from filing a missing person’s report with campus security.”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep while studying. Tell her not to worry. I’m on my way home now.”

You hung up before she could feel through your lie. It had come so naturally. Your memory was murky, your bones tired. This was something a shower could cure, maybe an energy smoothie from the local coffee shop.

After shoving your textbooks and phone back into your bag, you felt your way along the thin metal fence until you reached a familiar road. You wish you had had the sense to do that last night. There was something in playing dead that actually convinced your brain that losing consciousness was okay.

Something was bothering you. A lot of things were, but the animal, the beast that had sunk it’s teeth into you hadn’t gone back to finish the job. Even if you were playing dead, something as cunning as that could tell the difference, right? It was all too much.

You snuck into your apartment and made a beeline to the bathroom before your roommates could get a good look at you. There were leaves in your hair, caked with blood and dirt, and maybe even saliva.

Dark circles rimmed your eyes, muck under your nails. You’d never been hit by a bus before, but you imagined this is what it would feel like, what it would look like. The hot water of the shower eased your nerves. Made the bite less intimidating. Small puncture wounds rimmed in an ugly purple bruise.

A sweatshirt hit most of the offenses. Not the pale skin, or your shaking hands. But it would have to do. You stalked into the kitchen and swallowed two glasses of spit-warm water. It was like you’d hadn’t had a drink in months, instead of a single night. It was then that MJ and America heard you as you filled up your third cup despite the ache in your stomach.

“Holy shit, you look like crap.”

“What the fuck happened to you?”

They both spoke at the same time. You finished the third glass of water, taking a deep, steadying breath. The world seemed to quiet, your ears still ringing. “Fell asleep at the library.”

“I’m not buying it.” America said, “Did some asshole from Delta Phi pull something? We can get campus security here right now.”

You held up your hand, “I appreciate the concern, really. Nothing happened. Just a long night. Campus police won’t do anything anyway.”

MJ pulled herself onto the barstool and folded her hands. She watched you carefully but didn’t’ say anything. That was enough for you, a small mercy in a storm of confusion. You pulled open the fridge, each scent blending into one that made your stomach clench. There was a Tupperware container of lasagna that caught your eye.

Maybe that would satiate the hunger that had been plaguing you despite the water you had downed. You used a fork to take two large bites of it, chewing wolfishly before America cleared her throat. “Dude… you gonna heat that up?”

You shook your head and took another bite, shoving the Tupperware back into the fridge. “Better cold. I have class. Love you guys!”

It was hard to miss the look they shared as you pulled on your backpack. America was the one who stopped you, her voice soft, words thick with worry. The two of you had known one another since childhood when she landed a close fingered hit to the center of Jace Cameron’s nose after he stole your lunch. There was gushing blood and a lot of tears, but the kid never fronted after that. He transferred schools after that year.

America could read you better than anyone else, and at this point in your friendship, so could MJ. All three of you had opened your acceptance letters together, crowded around a greasy basket of fries in a local pizza joint. It was all part of the plan, really, attend the same college, go to the same parties, become bridesmaids at weddings bound to happen.

Her touch was gentle against your elbow. “Y/n, you’re sure you’re alright? You look a little pale.”

“I’m perfect, really. Just tired. You’re still going to the Greek fundraiser tonight, right?”

She pursed her lips at the change of subject. Nodded at you before letting her hand drop to her side. It pained you to lie to her, really, it did. But you were technically exhausted. You didn’t’ know how to explain that your whole body was screaming different signals at you. That you were starving to the point of craving something raw and uncooked. That you had woken up in the woods after being bitten by a wild animal. It was all too crazy- even for America.

The party could be heard from across campus. It seemed that no matter how many cheap beers you downed, you couldn’t’ get the music to soften. Conversations cut through the liquid sound like a knife. You couldn’t focus, not really, on What MJ was saying, running her fingers against the golden belt that sinched a cheap bedsheet.

“Toga parties are so last century.” She mumbled, “I mean, it feels like appropriation, right? Damned if they’ve been dead for millenniums. It’s tasteless.”

It had taken you a painstaking hour to arrange the sheet in a way that wouldn’t aggravate the wound against your shoulder. It hadn’t slowed it’s trickle of red, having saturated your sweater by the time  you came back to the apartment after your final class. You’d bandaged it well enough, and situated a clump of white fabric over the area, eyes darting towards it every once in a while, looking for a bloom of color.

So far so good.

“Yeah, but you have to admit, they’re kind of comfy. I could get used to this!”

You winced when a loud belly laugh moved through the crowd. The Delta men had just sunk another ping pong ball into piss-warm beer. They hollered like real primal beings. You frowned, leaving your cup on the mantel. Maybe a nice break is what you needed, a few breaths and quiet of the earth instead of the hot frat house.

“I need some air,” You leaned close to MJ, shouting over the music.

“Okay, do you need me to come with you?”

“No! You stay. America is up next for beer pong. She’ll kill both of us if we dip now.”

She nodded and watched as the competitive edge of their roommate flashed in her eyes. She leaned against the wall, judging the gall that the president of the frat had, taking a risky shot. A smile turned up the corners of her lips when the ball bounced off the rim.

A couple was making out on the porch, swallowing one another’s tongues. The sickly-sweet scent of stem-picked weed filled your lungs. You walked down the porch. The night was clear and cold. Woods surrounded the property, the small patches that were allowed by the city.

This place, you imagined, had once been vast and beautiful. It was filled with cookie cutter homes now, suburban housewives and a single street of fraternities and sororities. The further you walked from the house, the lighter you felt. No more music, no clinging scent of alcohol. The full moon lit your way clean.

There was a strange charge to the air that you didn’t’ quite understand. The night had always called to you like it did anyone else, the air sharper, easier to breathe. But this was different, just like most of the day had been different. You slowed your pace by the edge of a large patch of trees, your hair standing up on the edge of your neck.

Fuck.

There were eyes on you, that was clear. A primal type of fear flooded your veins. It had been stupid to stary from the party, no matter the sensory overload. MJ should be with you, even one of the frat boys sucking face on the porch would ease your nerves. You were illuminated by a deep yellow circle of streetlight.

You took a deep, steadying breath, squinting between the trees and the underbrush, and the fallen leaves. There was an urge to say hello, to call out, but you had seen enough horror movies to hold your tongue. Just like you had seen enough to run the evening before.

Out of instinct, you pulled a small travel sized canister of pepper spray, unlocking it. You'd never used it before, always feared accidentally unleashing it in a crowded bus or classroom.

Letting out a yelp, you swung your hand at air behind you, blushing with an odd type of nervousness. It looked stupid, you guessed, swinging wildly when nothing was really there. Except something was really there, and it grabbed your hand with an iron grip, pulling it back.

You screamed and released a stream of pepper spray right into your attacker’s face. She screamed too, releasing your hand and stumbling backwards, eyes rimmed red and teary. “Holy Shit, oh my god, Holy shit.”

Part of you felt bad, admittedly. She was tall and lanky and using the sleeves of her flannel to flush away the mascara running down her face. Her nose was running, black hair pulled into a ponytail except for a few wild strands.

“You pepper sprayed me,” she said with indignance.

“You were following me!”

“No, I wasn’t!” She shot back, blinking wildly “Okay, maybe I was- but God damn it!”

You let your shoulders drop in exhaustion. She sniffed, wiping the snot from the base of her nose. Her eyes were rimmed in a bright red. You’d never used pepper spray before, nor did you ever want to again. The scent in the air was thick and painful.

“Why were you following me?” You asked.

“I wanted to see if you were okay. You left the frat house pretty quickly. It was dumb. I’m dumb, I’m sorry.”

Your finger moved from the top of the pepper spay. You shoved it into your pocket, trying to search your mind for a familiar face in the crowd, bumping and grinding in nothing but dishtowels and white sheets. Of course, you were preoccupied by your own overwhelming senses to pay much attention to anything else.

She blinked a few more times before her vision cleared up. Her cheeks were still a ripe apple red. Under the waning moon, she looked pale and pretty. Her eyes were a startling blue, almost inhuman. You chalked it up to your fight method kicking in, though they sent a shock straight to your core.

“Are you?” She asked, voice strained.

“Am I what?”

“Okay? You didn’t’ seem to be. I went to that campus seminar about always having a buddy system. It was pretty informative. Made me paranoid, I think. But you looked overwhelmed.”

“I am overwhelmed.”

You didn’t think you would admit it that easily. Maybe it was the fact that she was a stranger, or that there was an instant warmth that surrounded her. It made you equally guilty for your actions, and intrigued by hers. You turned and started walking in the direction that you were heading, keeping from the sidewalks and to the small space where asphalt converged with cement.

She walked with you, side by side. There was height to her. You didn’t’ know where you were going but it eased your nerves with her there. “Do you ever make choices that don’t make sense?”

“All the damn time. Like when you look back on them, there were a million other options laid out in front of you. A million different variables and yet, you still chose the one that got you here in this moment.”

“Exactly.” You frowned “I got attacked by an animal last night, and I had a million chances to tell someone about it. To do something. But I haven’t. I ran into the woods instead of further into campus. I lied about being okay to two of my closest friends. I woke up this morning feeling… different. And now I’m telling a girl I just met all of this for no reason.”

She stopped then, and so did you. There was a stretch of cookie cutter homes in front of you, and the raging frat party behind. A neighborhood watch sign loomed behind your shoulder. A sprinkler kicked to life down the block, saturating the grass. You felt stupid in your sinched sheet.

“Let me guess.” She started slow, tentative. “You’re hungry, sensitive to light. To sound. Mainly smell? The world is screaming at you from every angle, and you don’t know how to get it to stop?”

“Yeah, something like that. How’d you know?”

“Great,” She whispered and continued on her walk. You watched her for a few moments before shaking your head clear and jogging to catch up with her. She had impossibly long legs.

“I was hoping I hadn’t bitten that hard.”

“what?”

“I get carried away sometimes. It’s the full moon. It has a hold. Clint says control comes with practice but I don’t have time for practice and now I have to explain all of this to Steve-“

You had jumped in front of her at this point, cutting her off in her words and in her strides. Your hand was heavy on her shoulder. The redness was gone from her stare. Her skin was scalding against the palm of your hand. You pulled back. “Slow down. What?”

The girl let out a long sigh “I bit you last night. I’m already feeling guilty enough about it. You don’t have to lecture me. I figured I could track you down, make sure you were okay.”

“Clearly not okay,”

“I’m gathering that.”

“What… are you?”

“An Aries.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And a werewolf.”

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Part One: Inked - You and Hank have been doing this dance for years.

“Tell me what you need.” Hank murmurs against your lips as you stand in his hotel room before a freshly made bed. His hands are on your hips, his thumbs trailing along the waistband of your shorts as you press against him.

“Hard.” You tell him brazenly. “Rough.”

He smiles against your mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Such a bad girl tonight.” He whispers against your jaw as he pulls your head back. He hears the catch of your breath, sees that wicked smile and it ruins him.

“Hm, I’ve missed the things you do to me.” You tell him as his teeth graze the deviant little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.” Hank assures you as he leads you back towards the bed.

He lowers you down onto it, his palm caressing the line of your jaw, gripping it as he drapes himself over you. Your hands fall either side of your face and you look beautifully submissive.

His kisses are forceful and messy, his palm comes to rest upon your throat, squeezing just a little. It takes you zero to sixty, your hips arching against his as you moan into his mouth. He can feel the heat of you through your t-shirt and he wants more, needs more. He tugs down your shorts, your tights and underwear, his fingers delving between your legs. You’re wet, so fucking wet already and he just can’t help himself because it’s been too long since he last saw you, since he had you.

His fingers fumble with his zipper before he shoves his jeans down past his hips. He watches your face as he enters you, the way you exhale as if it’s exactly what you need. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, his other coming to rest on your throat squeezing just a little.

The noise you make, it does something to him. He takes you hard and fast. You’re loud, so fucking loud he thinks Bishop is about to start knocking on the fucking wall. He hits that sweet spot over and over again as he kisses you like a man staving of oxygen. It doesn’t take you long to come, not like this. Your walls grip his cock, clenching impossibly tight as you cry out his name. He swallows down your pleasure, slowing his thrusts, his lips ghosting along your jaw.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He promises as he strips off the rest of your clothing before removing his own. It’s the skin to skin contact he loves the most. The intimacy of it, how gorgeous you look underneath him, debauched, ruined. Skin flushed and lips parted.

He takes his time now. Long, slow strokes that leave you wrecked, your nerve endings erupting with ecstasy all over again. He hears the hitch of your breath, the way it catches with every movement. He comes with you this time, kissing his passion into your mouth as he spills himself deep inside of you.

The two of you stay tangled up in one another, sharing tender kisses as your fingertips trace over the ink of his tattoos.

“Stay with me tonight.” He requests as his thumb traces over the blush of your cheek.

“Ok.” You whisper and he smiles, because he can feel the boundaries of the relationship shifting into something else.

It’s the first time you sleep over, but it certainly isn’t the last.

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