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clockwayswrites · 9 months

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Tim Jr., Coffee Machine Extraordinaire

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Dick worried his lip between his teeth as he looked Tim over. His little brother was standing, zombie-like, in front of the Cave’s coffee machine.

Not that it was unusual.

Just the thing was, Tim had been doing better. His dark circles had been fading, his snippy moments less often, his focus better, and he’d even been putting on some much needed weight. Dick had been so proud (as had Alfred and Bruce). But now the circles were darkening again and Tim was staring at the coffee machine like he used to— like it was his only salvation.

Jason stepped up to Dick’s side, joining him in the bird watching.

“Hey Timbit,” Jason said, breaking the silence of the moment. Trust Jason to get down to it.

“Hum?”

“What happened to your hand?”

Tim blinked down at his gauze wrapped hand as if he had forgotten about the injury. Not a good sign with Tim. Dick was betting on over 48 hours without proper sleep at this point.

“Oh.” Tim said, the exclamation was emotionless. “Tim Junior bit me.”

Dick and Jason exchanged looks. Who now?

“Um, did you get a pet, baby bird?” Dick gently asked.

“Hum?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Who’s Tim Junior, Timberino.”

“Oh.” Tim said. The brothers waited impatiently for Tim’s brain to roll over. “My coffee maker. Little brat refused to make me any…”

“Okay, yep, alright. No patrol for you tonight Timtam,” Jason said with a clap of his hands.

“Wait, what? No. Just let me get some coffee and I’ll be ready to go,” Tim whined.

“I think Jason’s right, Tim,” Dick said, stepping up to gently guide his brother away from the coffee machine.

Tim looked back over his shoulder at the machine as they walked away. Dick could practically see Jason building a plan as he lead them over to the vehicle area.

“We’ll go back to your Nest, Timbuktu. We can keep an eye on the ops from there while the rest of the idiots have to run around in this damn cold. Bet it’s going to sleet later,” Jason said gleefully.

“I see how it is, you just want to be warm. Sure you aren’t just faking those broken ribs to get some extra time off?” Dick asked, playing into the show of it. They just had to keep Tim distracted until Jason had him bundled back up in his apartment.

“Oh no. You’ve found me out,” Jason deadpanned as he tossed Tim his helmet. At least Bat reflexes were still in play and Tim caught the helmet without even looking at it.

“I knew it!” Dick cried, dodging Tim’s smacks as he doubled checked that the helmet was secure. “That’s it. I’m crashing your Nest Party after patrol so you better save me some food.”

“What makes you think there will be food?” Jason asked. His words were tough, but Dick watched him tug Tim’s arms until the other gripped him tightly. Baby bird was in good hands.

“Jaybird,” Dick said, “it’s you, of course there’s going to be food.”

Jason’s short was almost lost over the sound of the motorcycle starting. Dick waved enthusiastically as the bike sped out of the cave before he let his hand and smile both drop.

He really hoped that Tim just needed some sleep.

Dick landed silently onto the balcony. The lights were on low inside, changing subtly enough that Dick could tell the T.V. must be on. He found the hidden panel to flip up and enter his codes for the door’s locks to hiss open.

Jason was watching him from over the couch and even without seeing it, Dick could tell when Jason’s fingers relaxed around the gun he must had been holding. He raised a finger to his lips, and Dick gave a little nod back.

Dick slunk silently over to the couch, bracing his arms on the back right next to Jason’s head. He had to hold back a coo at the sight of Tim curled up under a fluffy green blanket with his head pillowed against Jason’s thigh. Jason must have known how close Dick was to making a noise because he smacked his hand into Dick’s face.

Hands raised, Dick backed away with a silent laugh. After rinsing off quickly in the shower he dug out some sweats from ‘his’ drawer in the guest bedroom. Tim might act like he never wanted them in his space, but he still kept a drawer for each of them stocked with civilian clothing and relaxing wear. And Dick knew his favorite cereal was stocked in the pantry too. Stomach rumbling, Dick padded back out to the open living space.

Jason must have pulled an Indiana Jones and slipped out from under Tim because he was in the kitchen making up a plate of left overs for Dick. Dick bounded over to peer into the boxes. “Ooh, Thai.”

He skipped back a step as Jason smacked at his hand with the serving spoon.

“How long has he been out?”

“Not long after eating. Food got here right after us, so most of the night,” Jason said, his words a low rumble in his efforts to stay quiet.

“Just tired then?” Dick asked, still hoping that was all it was.

Jason’s frown didn’t reassure him.

“What?”

“Sleep was restless for hours. He kept… dun know. Searching for something,” Jason said with a little shrug. “Not nightmares but not easy rest.”

Dick sighed and leaned back against the counter. He chewed idly on his thumb, wondering what was bothering their baby bird. “New cases?”

“Not from me. Wrapped the last one up last week and B’s out of town.”

“Damian wouldn’t ask. Steph is busy with the girls. And there’s nothing from me. Something made him take a turn.”

Jason just hummed and popped the plate into the microwave. Dick was never sure if Jason knew how much the noise sounded like one Batman would make. He never risked mentioning it. Dick glanced over at his brother and then past him as the shiny red caught his eye. “That it?”

“What?”

Dick jutted his chin at the coffee maker. “Tim Junior”

“…guess it is. Odd looking machine, aint it? Think he messed with it?”

“Someone had to,” Dick said, moving around Jason. The coffee machine did have a distinctly home brewed look to it. None of the knobs matched and the one panel was a slightly different shade of red like it had been spray painted to match.

“Freak’n mad scientist,” Jason groused as he stopped the microwave before it could beep.

“More engineering then he normally does,” Dick murmured. He reached out to flip the top of the machine open. It felt like solid work… the lid snapped back down with a clack.

“Shh.”

“…it wasn’t me. The machine moved.”

“Shut it, dickface.”

“I’m not kidding,” Dick hissed. “I just went to open it—”

The lid snapped open on its own.

Dick reached out to blindly smack at Jason’s arm.

“Stop it. I saw. Could just be a spring—” Jason reached out to touch it and the coffee machine lunged forward, narrowly missing Jason's fingers. "Holy fuck!"

“Did his coffee machine really bite him?!?” Dick screeched.

(Quietly.)

(He refused to wake Tim.)

“Maybe really, really strong springs?” Jason hissed back as he reached for the machine again.

Dick tackled the coffee machine as it sprang off the counter. The machine struggled, snapping its top open and closed as it strained for Jason. It was starting to heat up in his arms.

“Unplug it!”

“It’s not even plugged in!”

“What do you mean it’s not—”

The lock in the front door turned with a click and both brothers froze. The coffee machine snapped again in Dick’s arms and he shushed it without thinking.

The door creaked open.

“Tim? Starlight? You awake babe?” Whoever it was spoke quietly, like they knew how much of a light sleeper Tim was. There was a soft bang and a quiet curse as a slight figure slipped into the apartment hauling a carry-on suitcase and messenger bag that he dumped by the door. He turned away from locking the door and froze.

Three pairs of blue eyes blinked at each other.

“What are you doing to Tim Junior?” the stranger whisper screamed as he scrambled forward.

Dick let the guy snatch the coffee machine, backing up with his hands raised to show he was harmless. Not that he was, of course, he was running through all the places that he knew Tim had hidden weapons.

Not that the guy looked like much of a threat with the way he was petting the coffee machine and cooing at it. “It’s okay baby, the bad man doesn’t have you any more.”

Dick swore the coffee machine was purring back.

“Okay, who the fuck are you,” Jason growled.

Jason only got a single threatening step forward before he froze at a whine that came from a couch. Tim pulled himself up by the back of the couch, draping himself half over it.

“Danny?”

The guy— Danny— glanced at them before looking at Tim. “Hey starlight. So. Um, your brothers are here tonight?” The end of his sentence rose up in a little squeak.

Tim froze, going pale in a way that scared Dick a little as his eyes darted between all of them. “What day is it?”

“Sunday, babe.”

“Oh shit…”

“Want to introduce us, Timmallow?” Jason rumbled.

Dick was pretty sure that answer was ‘no the fuck I do not’.

Seems Danny thought the same as he jerked the hand not holding the coffee machine behind him. “I can just… leave and pretend I was never here?”

“No!” Tim said, scrambling over the back of the couch and sliding to stand next to Danny. “No, um. I should have—”

“It’s fine, babe.”

“No it’s not! I’ve been meaning to introduce you to them but— ugh.” Tim buried his face in his hands.

“Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” Dick suggested. He made sure to plaster on a cheerful smile. “Though, um, maybe without Tim Junior?”

Danny snorted and moved to set the coffee machine down on the kitchen island. Dick and Jason both gave it a wide berth as they headed over to the couch to sit. Dick steered them to stay on one side of the L-shaped couch while Tim and Danny sat on the other.

An awkward silence settled over the group.

Well they couldn’t have that. “So, Danny was it?”

“Yep, Danny Fenton. You’re… Dick? And Jason?”

“Yeah! Tim talks about us?”

“Of course, you’re his brothers,” Danny said. He reached up to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess… you haven’t heard about me?”

“Um, no,” Dick admitted. He could feel his smile falter for a moment at the hurt in Danny’s eyes.

“Danny—” Tim started.

“It’s fine.”

It didn’t sound fine.

“No it’s not,” Tim said. “I kept meaning to tell them but they— do you know how over the top they are? They would have been over here in five minutes to meet you and then for the next, like, week as they all got back into town. They would be everywhere for weeks and…”

Tim picked at his sweat pants, looking small and nervous. “And you just really moved in a few weeks ago and I wanted you to myself for longer.”

“Hey, starlight,” Danny said and reached out to curl his hand over Tim’s. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not and I’m sorry. So, officially, Danny, these are my brothers, Dick and Jason. Dick, Jason, this is my boyfriend Danny Fenton. He’s an engineering student at Gotham U.”

Dick offered his best smile. “I guess that explains the coffee machine!”

“Like fuck it does, that thing is alive,” Jason snapped. “It bit me!”

“You were grabbing him!” Danny said.

“It bit Tim too!”

“Aw, Tim Junior, no,” Danny sighed, taking Tim’s other hand and looking at the bandages carefully. “I wasn’t even gone for a week and you two were fighting?”

Tim whined. “He wouldn’t let me have any coffee!”

“How many cups were you on?”

Tim ducked his head in a mumble.

“How many was that?”

“Seven.”

“Tim!”

“You were gone! I couldn’t sleep,” Tim sulked.

The fight seemed to just drain out of Danny at that and he kissed Tim’s knuckles gently. “Ask your family next time before it gets so bad, okay babe? They’re obviously willing to look after you. And then Tim Junior won’t bite you.”

“Yeah Timmander, we won’t let you suffer,” Jason said with a smirk that had Tim narrowing his eyes at him.

Dick elbowed Jason (which was as effective as going for a brick wall). “We won’t. We’re happy to be around if you’re feeling lonely. Especially if it keeps you safe from your coffee machine!”

“Seriously,” Jason said, “What is that thing, er, Tim Junior made of?”

“Oh! Ectoplasm,” Danny said with a smile.

Dick paused. “…um, what?”

“Ectoplasm. You know, ghost juice?” Danny held out his cupped hand and green liquid pooled in it as if seeping out of his skin.

Jason leapt up and behind the couch before Dick was even registering what he was seeing. “What the fuck!? Why the fuck can your boyfriend make pit juice Timmy?”

Tim buried his face in his hands. “Not pit juice.”

“Ghost juice. Adjacent but very different, from what Tim has explained to me,” Danny said, the liquid fading away.

“That sure looked like pit water!”

“It wasn’t, see, pit water is pulled from the living while—”

“So,” Dick said quietly, leaning over to Tim. “Maybe not just that you wanted to keep him to yourself, huh?”

Tim just groaned and tried to bury himself under the green blanket and into the couch. “I should have just let Tim Junior eat me.”

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AN: Thanks to spite, finally got back to this and finished it up! I know not the firmest ending, but it covered what I wanted to~

Make sure to be better than Tim and hydrate and rest! Also stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #braindead #deadtired #tim drake/danny fenton #tim jr coffee machine

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symphony-breeze · 1 month

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The girls found an abandoned machine gun nest on their way to a new place. Fanart from setzeri Comic lottasvard. I hope you like it

Drawed: Aug-04-2023

#lotta svärd: women of war #fanart #my art #setzeri #ww2 #finland #talvisota

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 5 months

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Kind of a dumb request but how about team DEFY + any girls you want with an s/o who somehow managed to build a mech straight out of Armored Core? Insanely maneuverable, loads of guns, can fly, etc and s/o built it in a garage with a box of scraps lol

(GFL/Genshin Impact) Task Force DEFY, Amber, Jean, Fischl, and Yoimiya's S/O building an Armored Core Mech

(Video Source: Pongsifu on YT) Luckily for you, I have been binging Armored Core 6 for the past month, and will hop on ANY request to talk/write about anything Mecha related.

12 stared at the giant 10 meter mechanical behemoth that had suddenly made its home inside Griffin's Hangar.

(AK-12) "...We didn't always have that, right?"

The machine's chest slowly opened and revealed a cockpit containing S/O, waving hello from the seat.

Apparently, they had constructed the mech out of spare parts lying around.

(AK-12) "Impressive...But, why exactly did Griffin have that many parts lying around? And how did you find guns that big?"

On the battlefield, she watches the mech fly around at almost breakneck speed, watching them zip around and eradicate one base after the other.

Kicking tanks and shooting helicopters out of the sky, it was far more effective to watch them fight instead of having to do anything.

(AK-12) "Hm. We'll be out of a job at this rate."

94 knew this was going to happen.

T-Dolls would only last so long on the battlefield before they were replaced by the next best thing.

However, she sure as hell wasn't expecting S/O of all people to surpass her, with a mech constructed out of junk parts no less.

It was honestly awe-inspiring what humans could engineer for the sole purpose of destruction.

And it was also physically impossible. Something that size should not be quad-wielding miniguns and moving that fast.

(AN-94) "...How has your machine not collapsed from the Earth's gravity?"

94 is more confused than anything.

15 was impressed more than anything.

She knew S/O was an engineer, but to construct a mech out of the parts they had was nothing short of a miracle and logic-defying technical prowess.

(AK-15) "How does your machine constantly reload the missiles while on the field? It is the only weapon you seem to have, and no one constructed missiles that large, even during World War 3."

She can't help but wonder why DEFY was even needed if Griffin had engineers like S/O around.

Well, at least S/O was on their side.

(RPK-16) "I wonder if humanity will wipe itself out faster with these new machines."

16 is fascinated by the human desire to make machines to wipe out life faster.

Granted, Griffin usually just fought Sangvis which consisted nothing of machines, but it would only be a matter of time until everyone else had their own version of S/O's mech.

And probably not one constructed out of junk either.

(RPK-16) "I must ask, S/O. How can you be in the cockpit of that thing and not reduce yourself to jelly? Surely the G-Force alone would kill you?"

Well, it's not the first thing that humans have done that confused her.

(Angelia) "Hmph. Why did they even bother calling us if they had you here? And could you have done that this entire time?"

Angelia is impressed and annoyed.

If S/O could create a hulking machine of death before, why did they only decide to do it now?

She both dreads and admired S/O's tenacity. To make such an effective machine out of junk took a hell of a lot of elbow grease.

Angelia doesn't question it, seeing that it's working alright so far, but she definitely wants to look into upgrading it.

(Angelia) "S/O, with me. We're painting DEFY's logo on it."

(Amber) "THAT IS SO COOL!"

Amber could create Baron Bunnies with a lot of yarn, but S/O could make a machine that dwarfed Ruin Guards with some random pieces of metal!

(Amber) "You have got to teach me how to do that! And lemme ride it too!"

Amber demands to fly with S/O, even though she can't go nearly as fast as they can.

She watches as S/O wipes out entire nests of monsters before leaping away with its mantis-like legs to the next location.

Honestly, it made her feel jealous.

(Amber) "Heeey, can I ask one of those for my birthday! I bet it'll make flying around Mondstadt a breeze!"

Though as the outrider, she kindly asks S/O not to park the giant machine weighing presumably hundreds of tons in the city.

For obvious reasons.

The color on Jean's skin fades when she heard Klee helped S/O build a brand new toy.

One that put her bombs to shame.

And seeing it park itself next to the cathedral, waving hello to her as she was standing at the entrance-

She was about ready to faint.

(Jean) "S/O! Get down from there right this instant!"

Jean gives S/O and Klee an earful for making such an absolute monstrosity that could potentially damage the land and city!

But seeing it in action and fast it disposed of a Hilichurl camp, it filled her with pride and dread.

Pride for her S/O's creative ingenuity, but absolute fear for what S/O and Klee could make next.

Especially considering how fast S/O's machine moved, and the weapons it had.

Where did Klee find the gunpowder for quad-cannons mounted on it?!

(Jean) "I pray that it won't blow up the city on accident..."

(Fischl) "...WHAT?!"

Fischl completely breaks character upon seeing the giant machine staring at her.

(Fischl) "How did...Why...?! Get down from there and tell me how this mechanical monstrosity came to be!"

(Oz) "You just want to ride the machine yourself, Mein-"

(Fischl) "SILENCE!"

...But yes, she constantly nags S/O to let their Prinzessin give the machine a try.

She finds it so friggin' cool, and desperately wants one of her own, in purple!

She watches with some kind of morbid satisfaction watching S/O's machine wipe out their enemies in electrical explosions.

(Fischl) "I hereby dub your steel horse…Raven, of the 621th star!"

(Oz) "…Why 621?"

Oh, that's where all of Yoimiya's spare fireworks have been going into.

(Yoimiya) "HOLY CRAP! What on earth did you make, S/O?!"

The machine seemed like it leapt from another world!

Especially with how fast it moved, honestly she was amazed S/O wasn't vomiting their guts out as soon as they exited.

While it seemed like it would do massive damage, instead they used it for something even better.

As the machine soared above the skies of Inazuma, the cannons on the arms and shoulders fired toward the moon, the starry night exploding into hundreds of beautiful colors!

They had transformed their machine into a firework powerhouse!

And with how fast it moved, it was able to provide a show from one island to another!

(Yoimiya) "Next festival, you're letting me ride with you! I want to see the work we've done up close!"

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wandabear · 3 months

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CHEERFUL OBLIVION - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER (chapter three)

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Summary: Your duty is to watch her 'till Chton comes for her, even if you hate it, but do you really hate it? Especially when you start to get to know Wanda. The bond begins to torment you. But, oh Lord, you've never been so in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six

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tw: angst, violence, blood, mentions of death, fluff, angst with a happy ending.

Jules/Stolas is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ After two hours of travel by quinjet, everyone arrived in Égerszög, a small town in Hungary. The mission was not easy, they had to enter and disrupt an organization linked to Batroc who remained on the run.

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The bad news was that the place was a very old church, close to the well-known caves of that town. If Georges Batroc became aware of their presence, he could escape through the old basements and secret passageways to the cave with ease, although it was quite dangerous. That’s why as insurance against any attack, the mercenary took hostages who remained inside the cave.

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The groups were divided between two or three agents, surrounding that place, Natasha and Yelena interfered as spies. They would go for Batroc, while the agents would take care of their mercenaries.

Y/N’s mission was to rescue the hostages who remained at the entrance of the cave.

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“I'm going in.” Y/N announced over the earpiece.

Walking cautiously, the demon surrounded the church, taking down every mercenary she saw with agility until she finally could see the door to the cave. It was a rusty iron door, protected by two agents with machine guns and a deadly look. Above them, two snipers stood expectantly in the church bell tower, ready to kill anyone they saw near the door.

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“Kate, Y/N. Be careful, two snipers are in the church bell tower like two birds of prey.” Natasha's voice was heard in the earpiece.

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“Yes, I can see them.” Y/N muttered, hiding behind an old concrete wall. Next to her was Kate, who was clinging tightly to her bow, somewhat nervously. It wasn't her first mission, but this one wasn't easy and Clint wasn't at her side for the first time.

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“Hey.” The demon caught her attention to look into Kate’s blue eyes. “I'll have your back, okay? I will shoot those at the door, you make the birds fly.”

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Kate nodded quickly. The archer took out one of the explosive arrows and took a deep breath, nervous about such a dangerous but necessary move. If they didn't get out of there, they would be surrounded by enemies soon.

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“Don't be afraid, I won't let them shoot you.” Y/N whispered, placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. “I'll go out first, cover your back, shoot the sniper's nest. We will get those hostages out, we will go home and I'll buy you a burger.”

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Being more confident, Kate nodded and steeled herself as Y/N came running and sliding out of hiding to shoot the agents in front of the door. Hiding behind a destroyed concrete wall, she nodded to Kate before firing again, giving confidence for the archer to come out and fire at the snipers.

As soon as the arrow hit the wood, it took a few seconds to explode, getting rid of those agents and leaving a clear path for them to pass. They ran towards the door and after planting a mini bomb to open it, went inside to take the hostages who were chained.

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“Let’s go, let’s go!” Y/N yelled as she led those people towards the safe exit, especially when some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents came to help them. She was about to keep going but Kate stopped, taking her arm and looking at her with concern.

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“Y/N…” Kate stammered looking at the brunette's belly.

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Looking down, Y/N belatedly realized that her uniform was soaked in that crimson liquid. Apparently one of the bullets pierced the demon’s stomach in the confrontation and she had not even noticed it, causing blood loss.

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Oh no.

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“I’m okay.” Y/N nodded, willing to continue. They couldn't stop, no one was supposed to find out what she was. This was only going to make it worse. “We must keep going.”

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“No, but you-” Kate tried to stop her but the demon turned to look her in the eyes.

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“Kate, I’m okay.” Y/N whispered, hoping Kate would believe her and not have to manipulate the girl into forgetting about it. She promised not to. “Look at me, I'm fine. Trust me.”

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Y/N didn't want to have to manipulate Kate to make her forget, didn't want to do that with whoever she loved. Despite Y/N's thousands of attempts to ignore the new 'Hawkeye', the girl became one of her greatest friends. One who always came to Y/N when she needed advice or help. Friends, something she couldn't even begin to think about, was what she had now.

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She did it so many times in her life, manipulating humans to forget, but now the idea of having to get into Kate's mind to alter it was extremely painful.

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‘Please, don’t make me do it,’ Y/N thought.

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Sighing a little thoughtful and worried, the brunette decided to nod. Limping slightly, the demon wasn't going to deny that she was a little bit in pain but it would soon heal. A bullet in the stomach was nothing to her.

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“I can't believe you did that for me.” Kate mumbled as they walked towards the quinjet, the hostages now safely on the ship. Shots could be heard in the distance but S.H.I.E.L.D won the battle that time.

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“Me neither.” Y/N joked as she walked over to sit on the ship, noticing how Natasha approached with concern carrying a first aid kit. She didn't expect one of the 'casualties' to be Y/N.

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“Thank you.” Kate whispered, taking Y/N’s bloody hand as they waited for the quinjet to finally take off.

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Thoughtful, Wanda remained watching through the window, those enormous trees that surrounded the compound. The night arrived and when the lights went out, the stars made that place charming.

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She sighed; couldn't get that kiss out of her mind. The way Y/N grabbed her waist, the way she looked or kissed her. That delicacy and passion at the same time drove Wanda crazy, never thought she could experience something like that.

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When Pietro was alive, he used to scare away every boy who came near her. They had always been so protective of each other. But now her ‘little brother’ was no longer there, and although she felt joy for experiencing love for the first time, she also felt enormous guilt for being happy without him.

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“Are you okay?” Clint asked as he walked closer. The Sokovian turned to look at him surprised, it was assumed that the man was spending a few days of necessary 'vacation' with his family.

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“Yes, I’m just-” She started to say but then stopped, she didn't want to bother with such silly problems. “What are you doing here? I thought you were home with Laura and the kids.”

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“Oh, Stark made me come to see something. I'm free now.” Clint sat next to Wanda. She didn't say anything, just nodded.

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“You know you can talk to me. You’re not alone.” Clint always knew how to approach her without making the girl feel pressure or awkward. And Wanda found in him a father figure that she always needed.

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Hesitantly, she turned to see the blonde. “I think I like someone.”

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Nodding slowly, Clint momentarily cursed himself for asking about it. He felt like a dad talking to his daughter for the first time about love, but after sighing deeply, he smiled understanding what it was about.

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“That brooding agent who's always frowning.” Of course the man saw them together many times, Wanda tended to avoid everyone except her.

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“Yes.” Wanda cleared her throat, playing with her rings.

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“So what do you think?” Clint sighed as he looked up at the sky, the moon shining overhead.

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“I don't know, I'm worried…” Wanda murmured barely, afraid that if she said it it would become so real. “I'm terrified of holding on to someone and then losing them.”

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The Sokovian sighed, still couldn't fully heal remembering the painful loss of Pietro. How she lost control in Sokovia, and thanks to her friend, Vision, she was safe at that time. If only she had been with Pietro to stop those bullets.

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As soon as the witch arrived at the Compound, she completely avoided socializing with everyone in the place. Locking herself in a bedroom until Y/N came. Changing her life completely.

Y/N wasn't trying to get her out of it, rather sharing the loneliness next to her, slowly mitigating the pain.

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“I feel happy when I see her, but I also feel guilty for not being able to mourn my brother as I should.” Finally the brunette released that deep pain in her chest, which had been hurting her so much those days when she walked away from Y/N. “I feel like I'm being selfish.”

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Clint sighed, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say so as not to cause more harm. He wanted the girl to allow herself to be happy, she and Pietro were so young when they found them. And he'll always be grateful, Pietro gave his life for him, Clint would always be in debt for it. That's why the archer promised to take care of Wanda until the end of his days. ㅤㅤ

“First… She looks like a good girl, and she's a good agent. That's good.” Barton tilted his head, enjoying the silence that surrounded them. “Being happy is not an easy thing for people like us, but we learn to survive the pain and accept the good that comes to us when it does. There is no time for 'grieving'. You just do it, and move forward so you don't die. He is your brother and always will be, but think that he wants the best for you, just as you would want the best for him if it were the other way around.”

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“I will be honest, just be happy, Wanda. Pietro would want that for you, it’s the best way to honor him.” Clint finished by bringing his hand to the girl's shoulder and squeezed it gently. He stood up from her seat, looking at her one more time.

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“Thank you, Clint.” The brunette smiled gratefully. “I'd better try to occupy my mind on something else so I'm not so worried.”

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“Don't worry... Now I think I have to go or Laura is going to kill me. I can't miss movie night.” He joked as always. Wanda stood up to walk towards the kitchen, while Clint slowly walked away towards the parking lot.

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Y/N sighed, lying on that infirmary bed, cursing herself for not having been faster. Well, she couldn't use her powers if Kate was around.

She looked at the IV connected to her arm and just rolled her eyes, happy to be alone for a moment. Of course all this was unnecessary, she didn't need this type of treatment but couldn't say no. After a quick surgery, Helen Cho managed to remove the bullet from her stomach and the demon was now resting.

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“Hello, Y/N. How do you feel?” Helen asked as she walked through the door, holding her stark tablet.

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“I’m good. Ready to go.”

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The doctor remained silent. From her body expression she seemed nervous, and Y/N noticed it quickly. “What's wrong, Doc?” Y/N asked and narrowed her eyes as she watched the woman hesitate.

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“Y/N…” Helen cleared her throat. “I must tell you the truth, as my patient… W-While I was removing the bullet, I noticed how-”

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She stopped, not knowing if she should talk to this woman because maybe Y/N didn't know or if she should talk to one of the avengers first. Or maybe Fury.

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“I noticed how part of your organs were regenerating themselves.” Finally the doctor was brave enough to say it. “Slowly, but much faster than a human. The bullet pierced part of the intestine, hit an artery. You couldn't possibly be alive.”

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Oh.

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“That’s it?” Y/N asked as she took off the covers and got out of bed without much trouble. The wound was still there, but it was nothing the demon couldn't endure. “Does anyone else know?”

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Helen shook her head, backing away. “N-no.”

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“Good.” Y/N smiled slightly then her eyes changed. Her pupils became vertical, fixed on the doctor's eyes. “Helen, you'll look me right in the eye.”

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Even though she tried to refuse the control, Helen could do nothing but nod her head and lose herself in that look.

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“You're going to forget everything you said and what you saw. The surgery went well, you haven't seen anything strange.” Y/N hissed at her, easily manipulating her. “You'll discharge me right now because it wasn't that bad.”

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Lost in the demon’s gaze, Helen just nodded her head slowly in complete obedience.

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“You will forget after my eyes change.”

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When Y/N finished and her eyes returned to their human form, the demon sat on the bed and the doctor woke up from that daydream, blinking rapidly.

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“Sorry, I started to dissociate.” Helen giggled and Y/N just smiled politely. “So, the surgery went well. Nothing strange, you will recover slowly but you were very lucky. ”

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At that moment the door opened, Wanda hurriedly and worriedly approached Y/N to hug her.

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“Are you OK?” Wanda exclaimed, taking Y/N's face carefully, terror could be seen in those green eyes.

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Y/N giggled, taking Wanda's hand. “I’m fine.”

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“How is she?” Ignoring those words, the Sokovian turned to see Helen who smiled tenderly at seeing them together like that. Everyone knew they were 'together'.

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“I'm fine!”

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“I was telling Y/N that I could discharge her, if this woman behaves well. It wasn't that bad.” Dr. Cho walked over to see that everything was fine on her tablet and then nodded. Y/N’s blood pressure was normal, plus nothing was out of the ordinary. “But you will need rest for a few days.”

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“I'll make sure she does.” Wanda nodded, still holding Y/N's hand.

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She turned to look at the demon, truly grateful that nothing bad happened to her. As soon as she found out that Y/N was hurt, her life was in total chaos, unable to do anything but wait.

Y/N didn't say anything, she just listened to Wanda talk to the doctor about how careful she should be, and just stayed thoughtful. At first it felt weird, to feel like someone cared about you, but then she felt such great joy that her ears turned red due to blushing.

It was nice, hopeful until all that turned into suffocating guilt. How could Y/N do this to her? The girl was there, doing the best to take care of her and Y/N was just plotting to hurt her as much as possible.

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“Y/N?”

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Wanda's soft voice made Y/N wake up from that daydream, her gaze lost in that steaming bowl. The sokovian insisted that she should be resting, so Jules gave up her room so that Y/N could sleep peacefully and she would spend the night playing games with Kate, -or possibly with Natasha-.

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“What's going on?” Wanda asked a little worried, sitting next to her in that bed. “Is it cold?”

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The sokovian made some soup for both of them, saying it would 'help her regain strength'. Of course the demon just giggled thinking about how cute that was, she didn't need it but wasn't going to refuse so much affection.

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“No! It's exquisite, it's perfect.” Y/N smiled, taking her hand and leaving a short kiss. “I’m just thinking.”

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“Still thinking about the mission?” Wanda settled next to her, watching as the girl slowly ate the soup. She observed carefully Y/N's injured face, a bruise on her left cheekbone, her eyebrow cut but the worst was that shot in her belly, now covered by a bandage.

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“Not so much.” Y/N licked her lips, enjoying the taste. She lived for so many years but never enjoyed food as much as she did now. “I was more worried about Kate, but she did great.”

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“Kate said you took that bullet for her.” The Sokovian smiled tenderly, despite her concern and fears, she felt very proud of what 'her girl' did to save a friend.

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“She's overreacting.” Y/N rolled her eyes and finished the soup, leaving the bowl on the side of the bed.

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“I was so worried. Terrified.” Wanda whispered, she had to be honest with her. Carefully, the Sokovian tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. “I don't want anything to happen to you.”

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I don't want anything to happen to you.

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Possibly one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to her. Y/N felt her heart jump, no one had ever cared so much about her like that. Her life has always been about manipulating people and avoiding emotional ties.

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“I’m okay, I swear… Come here.” The demon assured her with a sincere smile, pulling the brunette over so she could lie down next to her. They both settled into that bed, simply holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

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They spent some time that way, sharing some cute looks and kisses. Y/N told her some stuff about the mission and Wanda about what she talked to Clint, opening up about her fears. Even from the suspicions Y/N had about Jules having 'something' with Natasha.

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“Would you like to watch something on TV?” Y/N babbled nervously, hoping the brunette wouldn't take it the wrong way or think she was too 'clingy'. After all, it was the first time she liked someone and didn't know how to do this. “Let's watch a tv show, stay with me all day… after all, I have to rest, right?”

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Giggling, Wanda rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. “What do you think of sitcoms?”

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“I really like them.” Of course the demon was lying, but she wasn't going to deny the opportunity to share time with Wanda. The Sokovian kissed her softly and then took the remote control to look for something good on some streaming.

She decided to go for Abbott Elementary, a new sitcom that always brought a smile to her face.

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After some time sharing laughter and caresses, Wanda sighed when she realized her head was on Y/N's chest. Closeness became normal for both of them, without them realizing it.

Biting her lip, she felt enormous joy hearing Y/N's heart beat for her.

Suddenly Y/N started to laugh, but ended up placing a hand on her belly, feeling this sharp pain.

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“Are you okay?” Wanda frowned worriedly.

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“Of course, yes, it was just… I laughed. I'm fine, really.” Y/N assured, hoping she would actually believe her.

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“I'm kind of scared. Not just before, now...” Looking at the wound, the truth came out of Wanda's lips without even thinking about it.

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The demon frowned and turned to look at her curiously. “Why?”

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“It sounds really stupid.” The brunette sighed and settled back hugging Y/N, avoiding touching the wound. “I was afraid that something would happen to you, but I'm not going to be hypocritical, I’m scared because I don't want you to play with my heart.”

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Y/N took a moment to think about what to say. She didn't want to lie to Wanda, nor could she tell her the truth. So, what should she do? Half-truths were as painful as a dagger.

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“That's something I will never do.” The demon decided to speak the truth. Y/N didn't want to do it but knew she would do it without wanting to. She didn't want to break Wanda's heart, although she existed for that, Wanda achieved something impossible and that is that the demon felt something for someone other than herself. “I really care about you. I really like you.”

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Smiling at those sincere words, Wanda felt like she could finally give herself to her, give destiny a chance, could finally trust that everything would be okay.

Just settled on her girl's chest and let herself be happy for once.

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Time passed and Y/N's health had miraculously improved. Of course those wounds healed much faster, so she had to pretend to still be recovering. Natasha allowed her to return to training, and that was a good thing to keep her mind occupied. A mind that didn't stop working, trying to think how to cope with the situation.

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Time was running out and Abaddon demanded to see results, and as if that were not enough, fate played a very big trick on Y/N, making her end up falling in love with Wanda.

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“I've noticed that you're feeling better.” Jules said as she entered the room they shared, noticing that Y/N was putting some dirty clothes in her bag to take them to wash. She would never have thought that Leviathan, the great devastating demon, would be doing such mundane things like that.

Y/N nodded slowly, thankful that the place was almost empty. She turned around, watching as Jules sat on her bed.

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“How you do it? Isn't it hard for you?” Y/N broke their silence, Jules narrowed her eyes not knowing what she meant. “Pretending.”

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“Oh.” Jules murmured. She couldn't find a good enough answer for that, just looked down, feeling guilty. Y/N hadn't even thought about what Stolas was feeling right now. If she was confused, assumed her 'friend' was too. How could she have been so inconsiderate?

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That thought of hers only made Y/N laugh; she was a demon. A big one, that was something she had to be. Why did something that she was meant to do by nature make her feel so bad?

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“It's getting so hard, Stolas. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I'm not doing what I should do.” Y/N whispered, moving closer to sit next to Jules, who remained looking at the floor. “You have to leave.”

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“What?” She looked up, surprised. After a few seconds of silence, the dark-haired woman broke it and said determinedly, like never before. “No. I won't do it.”

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Frowning, confused but more offended by Stolas's disobedience, Y/N turned to look at her. “I'm not asking you. You must leave soon, Stolas.”

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“It’s 'Jules' here.” The brown-eyed girl finally looked into her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

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“If Abaddon finds out about this, she's going to kill you too.” Y/N whispered worried, for the first time, for who she considered a friend. “Won't even think, she will do it.”

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Jules shook her head. “I’m with you.”

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“I can't bear your death too!” Finally Y/N exploded, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and calm herself down. Things were getting out of control.

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“I don't know how we got here, I told you we shouldn't get involved!” Y/N angrily shook her head and looked around. “When we arrived, the place could have burned down and I wouldn't even care. I would have danced on the ashes! But now… now everything is different. Everything hurts.”

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“I know.” Jules murmured wistfully.

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“No, you don’t know.” The demon interrupted quickly. “I care about them-”

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“YES, I DO!” Jules screamed angrily and got out of bed. For the first time she exploded, showing her true nature, showing her true eyes. Those eyes changed to ones quite similar to those of a bird of prey, a bright orange color, pupils as dark as night. But as soon as she realized her mistake, those eyes turned brown again.

Frowning, Y/N said nothing. She understood Stolas' pain, because she was feeling that endless number of contradictory feelings too.

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Sighing, the dark-haired girl looked down, ashamed to shout at a superior. “I know it, Y/N, I care too. Everything around me matters to me, and I hate it… but I also like it.”

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“I gotta be honest with you.” Jules swallowed nervously, maybe this would change everything but she couldn't take it anymore. “Abaddon did send me to spy on you.”

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Maybe she expected Y/N to be surprised or scream at her or rather to end her life for betrayal, but the superior demon only smiled with a certain tenderness, perhaps a little proud.

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“I know.” Y/N shrugged. She wasn't stupid and she knew the redhead's intentions very well.

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“No, you don't understand! She sent me to spy on you but I never said anything!” Jules approached, horrified by the guilt that was drowning her. “I haven't even been reporting back to her and I think that's making her angry, but if I do, she'll know I'm lying. For a long time she has thought that you will start a rebellion, using Wanda at your convenience.”

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Fear could be seen reflected in Jules' eyes and that made Y/N feel some worry.

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“She will burn everything to ashes, Leviathan… and I like this place. I like the air I breathe, and I like it when I eat breakfast, and I like it when the birds sing or the crickets make that sound.” The lower rank demon sighed, embarrassed for disappointing Y/N but that was the truth. And she would die accepting it. “I like it when I play video games with Kate, or when Natasha looks at me or asks me if I'm okay. And I don't want to lose it, even if I have been part of their suffering, I like them. ”

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Y/N didn't know what to say. It was one thing to feel confused because of where they were, because of living with humans for so long but Jules seemed really affected by it. But it was a very different thing to bet your life on them. The anguish in those eyes was real.

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“And even if you hate it... I've learned these months about friendship, and I will stay by your side until the end. I am loyal to you, even if I die.” The teary eyes of who was Stolas, a powerful demon, made Y/N understand the complex situation they were in.

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Nodding, Y/N placed her hand on Jules' shoulder but the brunette quickly rushed towards her to hug tightly.

Surprised, Y/N just patted her back gently, more confused than ever but trying to provide reassurance to her friend. “We'll find a solution.”

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Like flowers blooming thanks to spring, the love between Wanda and Y/N also blossomed in a strong and powerful way.

Wanda was no longer that melancholy girl who lived locked up in her room, learned to open herself up to others freely, and Natasha was grateful for that because she found an amazing friend in her.

And she wasn't going to deny that it helped a lot in managing her powers. Y/N was a great help training alongside her, helping the Witch to focus and handle the magic better. Magic that previously came from pain and chaos was now much less violent and explosive.

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And just as Y/N was a positive development in Wanda's life to work on herself and her powers, Wanda was teaching the demon to let herself be loved little by little. She noticed that Y/N was not used to affection, but she learned by her side, trying to be romantic and affectionate in her own way.

Seeing how the woman tried to understand, how she smiled genuinely or every time Y/N showed her with words or actions how much she loves her. Especially that chaotic night where Y/N finally discovered that she was madly in love with Wanda, and there was nothing that could change it. They were in love, and there was no one in the Compound who didn't notice it.

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But of course, Wanda was also worried that she didn't know much about her either. Y/N never talked about her past life or her family, and that caused a little insecurity in the Sokovian.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ But the good thing was that Abaddon seemed to be perfectly swallowing that Wanda was beginning to decline, perhaps in half a year she would be ready. At least that's what Y/N and Jules told her, feeding her small advances to keep the Knight happy.

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“Will you...?”

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The grass tickled against her skin, a feeling so strange and at the same time so nice. The warm sun hit her face, such a pleasant and familiar feeling.

Sighing, Y/N opened her eyes meeting that green gaze that only showed immense tenderness.

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Wanda smiled when she saw her; both were in front of the lake enjoying a delicious lunch. Y/N rested her head on her legs while Wanda looked at the lake, so calm and relaxing.

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“What do you mean?” Y/N wrinkled her nose.

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“You know what I mean.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You know everything about me.” Y/N played dumb.

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“You’re adorable.” Wanda confessed, gently pressing her nose with a finger.

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“I’m not.” Y/N growled, squinting her eyes so as not to look directly at the sun as she sat next to her again. “But thanks for surprising me with this brunch.”

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Smiling flirtatiously, Wanda ended the distance between them and kissed her lover's lips once more. A tender and short kiss, but full of such strong feelings. A girl who overcomes her fears of losing, to let herself be loved. And a demon that didn't know how to love, beginning to be afraid of losing her.

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Just one kiss of those lips was all it took to seal Y/N’s future.

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“Since I met you, you make me feel so much better.” Wanda whispered against her lips, caressing Y/N's face tenderly. “I don't know how you do it.”

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Moved by those words, Y/N just bit her lower lip trying to quell the enormous urge to smile. “I just like being by your side, the rest is just... because of you.”

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Stunned by just looking at that woman, those eyes so attractive and mysterious, those lips so soft, the sokovian kissed Y/N one more time. They stayed like that for an hour, chatting about the Avengers and about how quickly the demon healed from her injury. Wanda was watching over her, taking care, trying to make everything easier. And even though Y/N felt a little guilty for 'pretending' that she was still recovering, she also took advantage of being spoiled by her girlfriend.

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“I’ve to go now… Otherwise Natasha will kill me.” Wanda murmured between kisses, unable to move away from the brunette but still had to.

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Smiling numbly, Y/N confessed: “I find it very difficult to let you go.”

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“How about… you have a date with me tonight?” Wanda looked down to play with her rings, she looked a little shy but also flirtatious. “Maybe we could be alone... all night. Watching a movie or something.”

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Raising a curious eyebrow, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Was that a date or something else? Maybe Natasha or Kate could help her with this. “That would be lovely.”

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“See you later, detka.” The green eyed girl said first and stole the demon’s heart once again.

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“I love it when you call me that.” Y/N said without regret, without fear, without doubt. For the first time she allowed herself to feel, and thanks to Wanda she began to discover what love was.

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Now she understood all those songs, now she understood all those tears and poems. Now she perfectly understood Alfonsina Storni, Pablo Neruda and Alejandra Pizarnik.

She was always a bit patient with certain humans, but never thought she could love one. Nodding with a smile, Wanda stole a short kiss before walking away.

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Y/N watched this amazing woman, her girlfriend, walk away to enter the compound. But that happiness did not last long, especially when that sudden and horrible feeling came to her.

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The presence of an evil being became so strong, that her eyes changed to see where such negative energy came from.

In the distance, she could see how a strange old man was watching her among the trees. With a hunched body, his hair was greasy and his smile was macabre, but the worst of all was its nauseating smell.

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Bile rushed up her throat, terrified. Y/N quickly got up and walked towards that place, noticing that the man now was walking away playing among the trees. As if it were a game, hide and seek.

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“Stolas.” Y/N summoned the demon as she quickly walked. Instantly Jules appeared at her side, walking next to her.

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“What is it?” The brunette asked worriedly, if Y/N summoned her just like that it was a big deal. Y/N didn't say anything, just told her to keep quiet. They both chased that man until he took them to a clearing, far enough away from the others. Even though the demon was slippery, Y/N was faster and caught it, slamming it into one of the trees.

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“What are you doing here, Furcas?” Y/N growled, showing fangs. Y/N tightened her grip on the demon's neck, making it stir. “Answer me! Is Abaddon here?”

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Even though she wanted to rip his head off, Y/N loosened her grip on his neck so he could answer. Furcas was a very different demon. Some demons were fallen angels who ended up in an awful place, but Furcas was born from the very perversion and depravation.

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He was renowned for being a low-ranking demon, but above all, he was renowned for being vicious. That demon was the complete opposite of Y/N. Torture wasn't enough for him, he always had a fascination with repulsive perversions. Things that not even Y/N could come to think of.

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“She's not here, I-I decided to come and see if everything was okay.” He said with a creepy and squeaky voice. Furcas smiled widely, trying to free himself but it was impossible. “Abaddon thinks she is suffering but I see her very happy there, smiling next to you.”

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“Shut up.” Y/N narrowed her eyes.

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Stretching out her arm, a sword appeared in her hand. The grip was strong and dark, the blade had a terrifying edge and strange inscriptions on it. Enochian could be read, isomething that the closest thing in English could be 'willbreaker'. “Do you know what this is?”

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Of course Furcas knew what it was. Very few demons had one of those, a fallen angel sword. When Y/N placed the blade on the demon's neck, it shifted restlessly.

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“The boss is getting tired of waiting.” He hissed trying to get away from the deadly blade. “And I want to make her happy. A great promotion.”

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“He's going to fuck it all up.” Jules whispered behind her, shifting into those demonic eyes. “Put that sword through him now.”

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“If I do that, there will be chaos. There will be no going back.” Y/N gulped, fixing her gaze on him.

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“There won't be any turning back anyway.”

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If she finished off Furcas, Abaddon would become suspicious of his absence but if she didn't, he would run to spill everything to her. Of course, the redhead wouldn't take kindly to Y/N's relationship with Wanda.

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“Abaddon's been eager to see how Maximoff's doing... but you're here playing with the little witch.” Furcas moved his tongue in a really disgusting and disturbing way. So much so that it made Y/N wrinkle her nose in disgust. “You were just doing nasty wicked things to her… I love those games. Can I play with her too? ”

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He was the kind of demon you wanted to keep away. Y/N clenched her jaw and fought the urge to cut off his head all at once. The disgusting way he referred to Wanda simply made her blood boil.

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“Shut up, you disgusting creature!” Jules shouted, taking a step forward but Y/N's look made her stop.

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But far from stopping, Furcas continued inciting and provoking them, bursting into manic laughter. “Maybe I’ll just gonna hold her down and enjoy it for a few hours, might even live through it. I’ve got some... anatomical incompatibilities that tend to tear up little girls.”

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That was all she needed to hear to react.

Y/N felt her hand tremble, her eyes widening due to the anger she felt in those moments. As she was invaded by that violent nature, she ended up exploding, taking a step back but stabbing her sword into the demon's chest with enormous violence and strength.

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“No one is going to touch her, I will make sure to destroy anyone who comes near her.” Y/N hissed, baring her fangs.

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Furcas opened his mouth to complain but she plunged the sword even deeper, ending up destroying him. Painful, very painful it must be, the demon's eyes turned red due to the pain and then his chest burned. Y/N watched as Furcas slowly faded into black ashes until he disappeared. It was an action that would have serious consequences and she knew it.

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“There's the answer you needed. Get ready because things are going to get very messy from now on.” Y/N sighed deeply. Jules nodded, watching as the sword disappeared again from Y/N's hand.

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“Go to Abaddon, tell her she's grieving the loss of… I don't know, make something up.” Y/N placed a hand on her forehead, trying to think. Everything happened so damn fast. “Tell her Wanda’s powers are improving a lot, tell her that you think it will be soon but don't say how long. Always remember to show her how weak I feel lately and how powerful she is becoming, make her feel good.”

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Jules nodded quickly, knowing that she would have to give her best performance hoping the Knight wouldn't find out. Y/N turned on her heels, facing Jules and praying to the universe that she could do it. “Don't let her find out.”

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“I'll do it right, trust me.” Sighing and taking courage, the brunette nodded before disappearing from that place in a blink.

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Y/N inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as the breeze moved the leaves of the trees, the scent of sulfur completely disappeared and now she could only smell the linden tree and… there was something else.

Frowning, Y/N's senses caught a familiar scent.

Fuck no.

Y/N turned quickly looking towards the place where that scent came from, exposing her eyes without realizing it.

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“W- what was that?” Kate stammered coming out from behind one of the trees. She looked quite fearful, her hands were shaking. “W-What's wrong with your eyes?”

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Shifting her eyes to her human form, Y/N took a step forward but Kate instantly backed her away. Kate saw it all. “What are you doing here, Kate?”

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“I s-saw you guys walking here a-and I thought you were jog-jogging... I- I wanted to catch up with you-” The archer stammered in fear, backing away so much that she ended up crashing into the nearest tree.

The look of terror in her friend's eyes was like a stab to Y/N's heart in those moments. How could they have been so stupid? They were so focused on Furcas that they hadn't noticed that Kate was after them.

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“What happened to your eyes? What are you? Why did that thing turn into ashes?” The brunette repeated desperately trying to search for the truth. “I thought you were my friend.”

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Seeing Jules disappear was not something that surprised her so much, but seeing how that creature died at the hands of her 'friends' did.

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“Listen to me, Kate.” The demon tried to make the girl calm down, could hear her heart beating desperately. “There are things you don't know... that I will explain to you if you calm down and listen to me. I promise to tell you the whole truth.”

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Seeing her retreat only reaffirmed how scared Kate was and that she wasn't going to see reason. “Please, don't run.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That request only upset the girl even more, especially when Y/N approached again. Frightened, the archer decided to run to save her life.

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“Saying that never works.” Y/N sighed defeatedly.

ㅤㅤㅤ Kate Bishop ran desperately through the trees, following the 'runners' path that were around the compound. Her heart was beating wildly, fearing being caught, fearing for her life. She couldn't believe it, couldn't believe she saw her friends acting that way, that thing disappear among ashes. What were they? They didn't look good at all.

Those eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N shouted after her trying to stop her but it was no use. Desperation played tricks on her, making the archer stumble and fall to the ground in such a way that her knee ended up injured.

Hissing in pain, Kate saw some blood but the pain went away when she saw Y/N suddenly appearing in front of her.

ㅤㅤㅤ Putting her fear aside, Kate stood up ready to fight for her life. She wasn't going to keep running, it seemed pointless anyway.

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“Don't be afraid, I just want to talk with you.” Y/N tried to reason with her but Kate threw the first punch, starting a fight she knew she was going to lose. Kate would never be like that, the demon knew that the archer would always listen to her but right now she was scared.

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Y/N dodged every one of her punches, the demon didn't want to attack her but had no choice but to take advantage. Catching her fist, Y/N forced the girl to turn around grabbing her from behind to stop it. Fear was not only seen in Kate's eyes but also in the demon.

ㅤㅤㅤ She didn't want to hurt the one she now considered her friend. She didn't want to manipulate her. But there was no choice.

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“Kate, please, I don't want to do this.” Y/N whimpered trying to hold her down. Tears formed in Y/N's eyes for the first time, as Kate tried to break free.

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“Let me go!”

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Knowing there was no other option and that Kate didn't seem to understand due to fear, Y/N quickly turned her around to look at those blue eyes. The demon's eyes changed, that strange and terrifying orange that quickly gained the archer's attention. As if she were being deeply hypnotized.

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“Kate, look at me…” Y/N hissed, feeling Kate leave that violent attitude and her body finally let go. Completely stunned, the girl just nodded. “Forget what you saw and go with Yelena. You won't remember any of this.”

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The demon felt enormous sadness for having to do this.

For months she avoided doing something like that with them, with the people she was really starting to care, to love, and Kate was one of them. But she had no choice, they couldn't find out about all this in such an aggressive way. They would think Kate was crazy, maybe Wanda would end up exploding.

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“When my eyes change, you will wake up.” Y/N finished, her eyes going back to normal and so did her friend, who blinked rapidly somewhat confused.

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“Ugh, my head hurts.” Kate complained, feeling that awful migraine but frowned seeing her scraped knee. “Ouch, what happened to my knee?”

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Clearing her throat, the demon approached to help her. She took Kate’s arm so the girl could lean on it. “Me and Jules went for a walk and found you here. You fell and blacked out for a moment.” She lied.

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Kate frowned, a bit confused as she didn't remember it, but understandable if she passed out. Possibly migraine was to blame for that.

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“Thank you, Y/N. I'm glad you were here.” The archer looked into her eyes and smiled tenderly and sincerely grateful, clinging to her arm as they walked together down the path straight to the Compound. “It's the second time you saved me. You're a good friend.”

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Those words broke Y/N's heart, who could only smile sadly and melancholy. How could she have done that to her friend? Who blindly trusted her.

There was no other option. “You are a great friend too, Kate.” She said with a thin voice.

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Her gaze rested on the handle of that door for about ten minutes, thinking about how to begin, what she was going to say. How was she going to do it? Trying to gain courage to do what she had to do, for so long.

Things got out of control, she needed to face the situation.

Y/N cleared her throat and finally knocked on the door, expecting that woman to be gone or to just have to get out of there but when the door finally opened, she sighed.

That was her punishment for all the bad deeds.

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Wanda was in front of her, with a happy smile and an excited look. And all Y/N could say, feeling her heart break, was: “We need to talk.”

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New Article! Scrapped Season Concepts!

We've all heard of the scrapped Cowboy inspired season of Ninjago. But few know there was many more ideas that were ultimately scrapped! Today, we'll be looking at this scrapped season, along with many other abandoned concepts from Lego Ninjago artist Matt Betteker! And try to unlock some of the mystery behind them! Let's go!

1: The Dawn Of The Devourers, Lloyd vs Pancho, The Race, and Adventure

Clearly inspired by Western movies, this epic adventure seems it would have pitted the Ninjas against a Great Devourer riding band of outlaws, (One of which is named, Pancho) in search of perhaps some sort of treasure! This concept is extremely interesting, since it shows the existence of multiple Great Devourers! One of which looks a bit like Wojira! This season also seems to take inspiration from Incan civilizations, going by the jungle tomb-like building in the concept Adventure, and the Incan style Pyramids in the background of Lloyd Vs Pancho. Overall, this seems like it would have been an epic season. I can only imagine what the concept titled, The Race would have looked like animated. I honestly wonder why it was scrapped.

(I love the little detail of Cole manning the guns and Wu driving the wagon. Good father and son teamwork. Lol.😂)

2: The Lightning Temple and ThunderTown

What are these concepts for? Who's to say. It could be a very early version of Prime Empire. Going by the circuitry style painting on the temple in the concept called Temple Of Lightning, and the overall lightning themed atmosphere. OR, it could be an early design for the Island of the Keepers. Whose to say? But either way, it's a really cool concept and I'd love if they could reuse it some day.

3: Clockwork, The Ancient Ones Return, The Gold Army Meets Fibo, and The Gold Collector

This concept looked like Crystalized, Master Of The Mountain, and Hands Of Time all rolled into one!!! The gold and white color palette seems incredibly similar to Shintaro's. Meanwhile, clockwork patterns and style are reminiscent to Hands Of Time! And last but not least, the floating island looks almost like the Crystal Kings from Crystalized! This season would have had all sorts of crazy stuff! The main villain, (Known as The Gold Collector,) seems to have been very interested in two things. Gold, and Clockwork stuff. And it seems he or she would have been collecting gold to perhaps bring back the Golden Army shown in the artwork The Gold Army Meets Fibo. Who is this mysterious Fibo? A time traveler perhaps? Look at the flowing swirls of clock styled energy surrounding him. Very intriguing.🤔

If Ninjago had a steampunk inspired season like this, I would have been thrilled! It's to bad this concept was abandoned. But I would love to see what fans do with it!

4: Hunt For The Lava Hammer, and Cole Lava Blade

An early version of Master Of The Mountain, or something else? Going by the mining style machines and side characters in the backgrounds of both these pieces, this could have been a mining themed season centered around Cole. Even Cole's outfit is designed to look like a mining or construction outfit. Almost reminiscent to Lego City's Volcano Explorers line.

5: The Dragons Tribe, and Hunt For The Elemental Shurikens

There isn't much to say about this one. As we can't really take many clues from it. But going by Lloyd's outfit, and the lush green plant life, I believe this could be an early version of The Island. What really interests me is these Elemental Shurikens. What are they? Unfortunately, it doesn't say. But I'm sure they would have been interesting! Also, look at that dragon guarding her nest. The patterns on her are beautiful!

6: The Journey of Lloyd

All these piece were under one title. The Journey Of Lloyd. How mysterious.👀 So what is this collection of concepts? Just by looking, you can tell this was no ordinary season. The muted color palette and the more mature atmosphere all seem to point to something bigger. Was this perhaps a scrapped version of the Ninjago Movie? Or something else? Perhaps a Lloyd centric story, in which he goes an epic adventure all his own! Whatever's is was, it looks amazing. The love how much more mature and darker it feels. Surely a concept worthy of a nail biting, heart racing, action movie!

7: The Dragon Mask

A single concept amongst the others caught my eye. It didn't seem to fit with any of the other concept seasons. What is this dragon mask? It could be an early version of the Dragon Forms seen in Crystalized. But whose to say? Still, a very striking design! Feel free to comment your theories about it!

Want to look at the artwork straight from Matt Betteker himself? Here's his Art Station account with the exact art pieces we went over today.

Thanks for reading everyone!

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☾༺♰༻☽ ᴄᴇʟʟᴏᴘʜᴀɴᴇ ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni - angst, angry/risky sex and cunnilingus. +p!links

simon riley.

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summary - as 141 and black dahlias join forces, you find yourself in a position where you’re surrounded by monsters that get taken care of by the masked man who doesnt know if he is pissed off at you or scared.

previous chapter - fool him once, fool him twice.

Once both the Black Dahlias and the 141 Soldiers have reached the nest of the Puma Formation, it was found to be abandoned, perhaps they had been given a heads up, that forces that had been against their projects that include “bio-medicines” that they had wanted to unleash into the world.

You, who had been second in command to the Black Dahlias, following Fraizer who had advised 141 Soldiers to search the opposite direction to where the Black Dahlias had been, before the separation you had looked back to see if Ghost would’ve shared a look with you, and he did, it was brief, but you weren’t sure what expression he had behind his mask.

The drive to the Puma Formation base was awkward enough, he hadn’t uttered a word to you but you could feel the way his eyes pierced into your skin, the awkward banter shared between AJ and Soap in hopes to uplift the intense atmosphere had barely worked, and truthfully it had felt like the short jokes had pissed him off even more.

“Focus Blade,” AJ muttered before gently slapping your shoulder, she had skimmed past you, machine gun against her chest as she over-took your pace and quietly you had cursed, you knew Fraizer did this on purpose, joining forces with 141, he knew how to get under your skin and you had wanted to wipe that permanent smirk on his face with your fist.

“Spread out in this wing,” Fraizer instructed and within seconds you had found yourself in a room with him, AJ in the other with two other Black Dahlias, perhaps doing the same as you, reading files workers in the Puma Formation had forgotten to collect within their moment of escape.

“The Z-Virus,” you muttered. “That’s a lazy name for a virus.”

“It doesn’t stand for zombie,” Fraizer clicked his tongue, “it stands for Zenera, named after the scientist who had founded it.”

With a short hum you had given the rest of the documents to him, searching through the rest of the room, noticing that the walls had been plain but behind a tall book-shelf there had been an entrance with no door, curious, you had pushed the bookshelf to the side, Fraizer, behind you and curious to the darkness the bookshelf once covered.

“Where do you think this leads into?” You asked, in thought that there must’ve been a floor in the dark abyss, you had gently touched the rounded edges of the doorless opening before walking into the darkness, easily being met by a hard fall, a large yelp forming from the back of your throat as you had fell down, Frazier, who had quickly looked through the doorless opening to see where you had must’ve landed; the fall was great, but you had still been able to get up.

“Blade?” He called looking down and as you had rubbed the back of your skin while you had stood to your feet, it had been darker than what you would’ve thought, the only light being metres up from where Fraizer had been at.

“Fraizer!” You responded. “Come down please!” You had pleaded, the light absence slowly putting fear into your heart as you had lightly shuddered in anxiety.

“I’ll find my way to you! You should focus on finding a light switch!” Fraizer responded before leaning backwards back into the room you once were in, disappearing into the lightness leaving you alone in the dusk, and with a slight stutter, you had cursed before clenching your machine gun while slowly taking steps through the gloom after switching on your flash that had been attached to your clothing.

The area had appeared empty, slowly taking steps through what must’ve been a corridor, being met with low growls that had caused you to catch air in your throat, keeping yourself quiet, you had quickly become aware with what had been hiding was not Human.

You had bit your lower lip as you had gently looked around, steering away from the growls as you had searched for the light switch that would help you with the rest of your adventure. Your breathing low almost to the point that you had almost forgotten to breathe, your eyes wide as you searched every edge of each turn you had taken, unaware of the presence that had slowly followed you.

Yet once you had heard footstep you had quickly turned around, the unknown figure grabbing you and dragging you into the closest room while you had attempted to fight them off, you had realised their strength had been challenging, but the way they had held you was recognisable.

“Stop!” The voice seethed, finally aware that it had been Ghost, you had dropped your shoulders, your flash finally flashing against his recognisable masked face and as you had pressed your lips into a thin line while you had clenched your fingers.

“We need to find the light switch,” you said.

“Doesn’t work,” he roughly responded. “Gaz and Soap are looking for fuses, heard you fucking fall attracting the monsters that lurk here, had to take them out for ya.”

Surprised, you had raised the both of your eyebrows, you didn’t hear any bullets being used so you had considered Ghost must’ve taken them out with stealth. “Kind of you, now let’s go and join them.”

“Fuck?” He questioned, “you’re not going out there.”

“Fuck I am,” you replied. “This is my job too; you know that right?”

“I didn’t,” he passively responded. “Great communication, lover.”

Pissed, you furrowed your eyebrows. “I didn’t want to do this mission, I thought they’d leave me alone for a while.”

“Evidently they didn’t.”

With your jaw clenched, you had looked away from him. “I…” you started. “I’m sorry, okay? That’s all I can say right now, I didn’t want to do this mission, but Frazier, he was so stubborn to not let me go.”

“Speaking of Fraizer, where is he?” Ghost investigated.

“He said he’ll find his way to me,” you answered.

“He didn’t follow you from where you fell?” He asked and with your silence being enough response, the man swore, irritated. “You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t fucking be here, you should’ve continued denying the mission.”

“Well, it’s too late now, I can’t just leave my comrades,” you argued.

With a short scoff, he had looked away from you. “How long were you going to keep this from me?” He asked and with a quick examination of your body language, he had helped himself from not rolling his eyes. “You weren’t planning to tell me, right?”

“I didn’t think---”

“You never think,” he snapped.

“Fuck this,” you responded before reaching for the door. “I’m not going to spend my time listening to you being a brat about the entire situation.”

“Being a brat?” He hissed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “You don’t even want to consider how it feels? Thinking that someone you care for is not associated with this type of world, but they are, someone who kisses death almost every day and someone who is a liar!”

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m not the innocent Babydoll you used to think I was, sorry I have depth in my fucking life that has nothing to do with you,” you spat.

“Nothing to do with me?” He thoroughly repeated, his grip around your wrist growing tight. “Your life has everything to do with me! You’re my responsibility! Babydoll, I lo---fuck!” He gritted before letting go of your wrist and pulling down his mask, his action quick as he pressed his uncovered lips against yours, surprised, you had allowed him to kiss you, his touch rough and angry as he carried you to the closest wall.

Eyes now closed you had clasped your lips with his, the embrace hot and rough as he began to rub his crotch against your covered heat. His behaviour animal-like, as if the control he had once had over himself had snapped.

“Ghost, they might need us,” you whimpered, your heat wet and coating your underwear with the thought of how rough Ghost had planned on taking you.

“They can do well without us for now,” he sharply answered, unbuckling his belt, his trousers and briefs falling down to his ankles revealing his large cock that had his pre-cum coating the head of his tip, he had been quick with how he had pulled down your lower clothing, his knees connecting to the floor as he had wrapped his hand around his cock, his lips finding way to your heat before roughly engulfing himself with your taste.

His licks had been wide, hard and quick, taking no remorse to what lurks outside the room, Ghost’s lips had drowned between your heat, taking you in and fucking you with his tongue, his eyes steady and trained on you as you had attempted to keep in your moans as he had sucked and blotted your sex, his hand quick with stroking his cock, fucking his shaft around his closed fist, he had gently growled, sending vibrations up your pussy which had commenced you to lightly yelp.

Your hips rocking in his rhythm as you had gently fucked your cunt against his face, your eyes swelled with tears as he had teased and nibble on your clit, punishing you with his mouth he would over-stimulate you with. How corrupted the circumstance you had been in, you had wanted to scream and whine in pleasure but you couldn’t, the only noise being shared were your short bratty gasps and Ghost’s hungry hums.

He had been so focused, so angry and eager to gobble you up, his mouth warm and wrapped around your opening, your juices coating his face as he rode and bobbed his face up and down your heat, his balls swollen as his length had twitched in his grasp, how shameless he was, taking you with his mouth, driving you into a lustful insanity as you had tried to keep your moans low, your juices squirting against his face while the texture of his tongue rubbed against your pearl, causing your knees to tremble as you were sent into a second orgasm, the rush quick and intense, your mind filled with fogginess as you could barely keep up with how Ghost had stood back to his feet, his hand covered with his cum from the motions of his masturbation.

His chest pressing against yours, pressing your back against the wall giving you barely any space to escape, the curved end of his shaft pressing against your clit, pressing against your wet openings as he had quickly held your leg up. His hand wrapped around your knee as he had focused on filling your tight cunt up with his size. He had looked furious, furious and erotic while a soft grunt emerged from his lips. “Such a naughty girl, keeping secrets from me,” he sighed as he began to rock his hips upwards, the first couple of thrusts painfully slow but had quickly been overtaken by a beastly speed.

“Such a naughty girl,” you repeated, brazen by the circumstance he had put you in, you had fallen weak to his bold advances, pressing your body against his, allowing Ghost to fuck his cock up your cunt like the devilish imp he was, the idea of being caught had riled the erotic lust between the two of you, you being punished by his heavy pushes while his gloved fingers dug into your legs. “I’m a naughty girl.”

“Love getting fucked by my cock, like the slut you are,” he whined, the warmth of your pussy gripping around his length, his knees gently shaking as he had continued to release his lewd frustrations onto you, the swift speed of his free hand spanking your ass while his swollen sac slapped against your skin; he knew he could never continue being mad at you, and that commodity irked him, angered him knowing that he had such a soft spot for you.

How could you? Keep this away from him?

All this time he had thought you were protected, all this time he thought that you’d never be in a circumstance where you could almost touch death essentially every second, and he had hated that, hated that you had deeply moved him, hated that he lov—“Fuck!” He whined, “You feel so good, fit just for me baby,” he grunted.

“My baby, my girl,” he moaned while fucking his orgasm inside of your hearth, stubborn to let you go, the man’s tip had resumed to brush and speck against your g-spot, adamant to make you cum he had returned his lips near yours, his mouth lightly casting against your red and swollen lips, his embrace possessive and fierce, his hips bucking upwards, falling weak to the pulses you had tightened around him.

“Your girl,” you unblushingly repeated, your eyes wide and cony as you could feel your third orgasm wanting to peak, “I—” you struggled, “I’m so sorry!” You whined, your eyes lowly shutting into a wanton and sensual aura.

“I know you are,” he responded, his nose gently brushing against yours ere he petted you one last kiss, milking your intense climax around his dick, “I know you are,” he repeated, pulling his size out of you and easily pulling up his work trousers back around his hips.

Stunned, by how abrupt he had been, you had followed after, pulling back on your garments and shortly forwards the lights had been turned on, Soap and Gaz must’ve found the fuse which had meant that you had to continue on your mission and behave that the rough intimate session the two of you had shared with each other had never happened, well for this current moment.

With a short look over his shoulder, Ghost had pulled his mask back up his face, his shade following through, reticently he had ordered you to follow him and so you did, aware that it wouldn’t be best to keep behind, comprehensive that once the lights had been turned on within this lower level, it would alert the zombies that had once hid themselves in the darkness, ready to lunge at whatever victim that would walk down the corridors, and the moment the two of you had stepped out of the room, the invisible wall Ghost had once put between the both of you in the car had returned and no longer have you been Babydoll to him but Blade.

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The indiscriminate shootings of Israelis by Hamas and other Palestinian resistance organizations, the kidnapping of civilians, the barrage of rockets into Israel, drone attacks on a variety of targets from tanks to automated machine gun nests, are the familiar language of the Israeli occupier. Israel has spoken this blood-soaked language of violence to the Palestinians since Zionist militias seized more than 78 percent of historic Palestine, destroyed some 530 Palestinian villages and cities and killed about 15,000 Palestinians in more than 70 massacres. Some 750,000 Palestinians were ethnically cleansed between 1947 and 1949 to create the state of Israel in 1948.

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We've written about some stupid shit, but damn......

Well, yeah we can. We will begin this post by addressing the very bad defense of the High Sheriff. His innocence apparently hinges on his ignorance: At worst, Sheriff Jenkins was duped by Krop into providing thesedemonstration letters, without ever knowing or having reason to know that Krop’s motive was togain financially from TMGN’s special permission to possess and to import, even to obtain,…

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, awkward boys, threats, cursing, mentioned murders, mentioned drug use, teasing, family talks, sharing clothes, Mod being terrified, a surprisingly pleasant outting, Collette and Tom being helpful saints, a lot of tears, hurt/comfort, feels, so many feels, past abuse (physical and sexual), MF being awful (seriously bad), past underage sex, past inebriated sex, Kells being re-traumatized, baby talks, Collette being an amazing mom, Kells being sick, Kells in denial, cuddles, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Thankfully nothing happened right in the moment. Colson had hidden his face against Dom's neck and Tom- the saint that he was, stepped in. “Mod love, not right now. We have to pack. Did I tell you how Dom and I met?” The poor lost beta shook his head and looked as if his heart was hurting. It didn't make any sense to Kells. The Alpha thought that might be a good starting point for a gentle threat, if the man knew who he was he would know not to spread any sensitive information around. He hoped it would be like knowing a secret about Persephone, would anyone risk pissing off Hades?

Colson didn't completely pull away, he made sure to stop anything from progressing below the belt but he kept the killer close as they escaped to his room. The place was stark and plain, Dom had never seen the point in decorating because it never felt like home. The omega still gave him a look. “You really are a psycho.”

“Sociopaf. You okay?” He tried to ask but the older man just flipped him off.

“Later. At home. He- It'll be fine. Right?” Col’s voice went soft and Dom could feel the pleading eyes from behind dark shades. He wanted to make it all better but short of killing the beta…

“Course. Tom don't like bad people and he's got a good radar. It'll be fine. So none of ‘em know?” He asked gently, there was something nagging at his mind but he couldn't pick it out of his brain. It was like a thought on the tip of his tongue he couldn't articulate. He tried to let it go before it drove him mad.

“Just mom. We hid it from everyone else. Fuck- not now. At home. Now…” Kells trailed off as he opened the closet. It was a mess of course, an external visual of Dom’s internal chaos but the omega just sighed and started tossing stuff into a box. “Fuck I wanna curl up in this and never leave.”

They both froze and the Alpha had to clear his throat and walk away. He knew he'd keep that statement safe in his memory forever but he wouldn't embarrass his mate. Were his nesting instincts kicking in already or was he just that in love? Considering how much they bickered it wasn't like the mob boss to be nice.

“I thought being a hitman would make you good money. I'm not saying you don't have style but shit babe, does any of this have an actual label? I told you, you don't understand the finer shit.” And there he was, Dom's catty lover. It was almost a comfort to be insulted.

Kells could feel his cheeks still pink and he hoped most of it was covered by his glasses. Why the fuck would he let himself say that? He couldn't help breathing deep calming breaths, being surrounded by his boy’s scent was intoxicating. Dom didn't have to know it though.

The rest of the time at their flat moved surprisingly fast. They didn't even need that many boxes. Tom had more things but most of Dom's life fit into a box or two. He hid his knives safely in a pile of his clothes and was pretty sure he caught his omega huffing his most recently worn shirt. Of course he didn't say anything, he liked his dick where it was. Mod very carefully didn't look at him but Dom made sure to step into his personal space at least a few times. It wasn't just Colson he was protecting, the beta was a little too friendly to his brother as well. He wouldn't pass judgment until they all talked, if the man handled the truth well he'd give his silent blessing. He wasn't that daft, he'd never tell Tom what to do anymore than he would his lover, again he liked his body parts attached. He knew how easy it was to take the human form apart.

The ride to their new home was quiet and awkward. All four of them packed into the bucket seat. Thankfully it was only a few blocks to the Four Seasons but it felt like miles to Kells. He'd sent a text to his mother who wasn't exactly helpful. Collette had been telling him for years to let at least one or two of his friends in. She basically just said ‘that’s what you get’, but when they arrived at the hotel she was waiting for them.

It only took a few carts to move everything upstairs and they had people for that. Col knew they needed to stop the distractions but before they all talked he led his lover into his favorite place in his home. Dominic paused as he stepped inside the closet that was far bigger than his last bedroom. Everything was perfectly arranged by color and type and the scent felt like heaven. There wasn't exactly a lot of room left for him but enough for what he had, he just didn't want to waste anymore time. He could unpack anytime. “Where's ya dream car Barbie?” He teased his mate to help ground the man and got a soft chuckle back.

“I'm just Ken.” Kells shrugged, flipping him off but thankfully he finally started to let himself relax. The sunglasses were tucked away in a drawer lined with dozens, his bloody clothes were dropped in a basket, and he'd blessedly rid himself of guns the moment they were inside.

Dom watched the mask slip away with the armor of his faux Alpha garb. When Colson was bare and just him again it helped something relax in the boy's chest. Silently the omega gave him a look that said more than his mouth could. If Dom didn't strip off his messy clothes and change he'd be in trouble. He was honestly surprised he hadn't been hosed down before being granted entrance to this safe haven of fabric and fluff. He was starting to realize maybe the fashion wasn't just carefully cultivated to hide his lover, maybe it really was just him and the older man was letting him see that.

He set to work undressing and trying to be careful not to drip. He was pretty sure everything had already dried but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't notice his partner getting into one of the boxes until he turned to see Col wearing one of his shirts and holding- oh fuck. A gift Tom had given him for his birthday. A picture of the two of them with the date written on the back. It was obviously his birthday because the other omega had tried to embarrass him with candles and balloons all around with the number printed in bold. It had happened only a month before they met. “Mostly twenty my ass. You're a baby.” The omega muttered but he didn't seem terribly upset.

“Ain't no difference between nineteen and twenty. Not really.” He tried to shrug. So what if he was closer to one than the other? It was just a bloody year. Not even. “Ain't gonna let you use it as a distraction to fight me. Put ya pants on and ‘and give me a shirt. We talking to ya bruv.”

Colson was insulted by how completely right his lover was, Dom didn't have to call him out like that. He set the picture aside to have it framed and stood to find the boy a top. “How about this?” He asked, pulling one of his tees out of a drawer and he held it up to display. The bastard of course just shrugged, it wasn't like he understood the difference on any of it. “I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed I've let you into my inner sanctum. You don't deserve it.”

Dom's brows furrowed. “Weird fing to call ya cunt.” Of course he was hit in the face with the top but he made his man laugh and that's all that mattered. “When I were a kid I always fhought when I could afford a Westwood I'd feel free.” He offered something true of himself. He'd always been a bit of a punk but his father of course wouldn't let him. It was too feminine. “Dad said Alpha's didn't dress like tha’.”

“Of course you think that's expensive. You're adorable, you know that?” Kells teased to keep the mood light but he took the tee back from Dom and moved to another drawer. The next thing he pulled out was a white top with a fake Mickey Mouse print. “Here, I have a few.” He tried not to focus on the way the kid looked at him, he was pretty sure there was an extra sheen to those jade eyes. When he caught a sniffle he stepped away, giving Dom a moment to himself as he found them both shorts.

The Alpha slipped the fabric over his head and looked in the mirror. He normally hated seeing himself but for once it felt… right. Especially when Col stepped up next to him. Was it possible for him to not hate himself now that he finally felt accepted? It could simply be the rush he always felt after a kill but he didn't think so. “I think it fits you. You're welcome to look around and use whatever. Just not when you-”

“Don't get anyfing messy, I know.” Dom laughed, taking the offered shorts and getting dressed before he took his mate's hand in his own. “You know ‘ey waiting for us. Come on. No matter wha’ I don't fink he'll tell anyone else. I won't let ‘im.” It was sobering to bring them back to reality but someone had to and both Tom and Collette were the type to drag them out if they lingered too long. After a moment Kells nodded. It had to work out either way. He just hoped it didn't end up in another mess.

The three others were already waiting in the living room when they entered, Mod trying to look calm but he was obviously anxious. The beta looked surprised to see Colson so dressed down and it made him realize it was the first time he'd let the man in his home. Fuck, how much had he held back to hide himself? Could he truly call anyone a friend? He hoped after they talked the other man would finally feel like one again but he'd understand if it was too much.

“Mod dear, may I ask what you think you heard?” Collette took control of the situation when no one else spoke. She hated seeing her boys so scared. It gave the pair a moment to get settled and Dom was pleased when Col stayed close.

“Nothing. I… I didn't hear anything. Please boss? I didn't hear anything you didn't want me to.” Well fuck if they were all that scared of him then he definitely didn't have any family. Just underlings.

“You heard me hitting on my mate. My Alpha mate.” Col tried to make himself explain.

“Not if you didn't want me to.”

“No Mod. Shit! I'm not gonna kill you. Would you calm the fuck down?”

“I might.” Dom offered and was swatted on the leg for his help.

“He won't either. You're like a brother to me. Hell, we grew up together. I've known you since I was thirteen!” His voice broke a little but he was more upset with himself than anyone else. He was starting to realize he was still letting his bastard father control him no matter how far away or how long he'd been without him. What image did his boys have of him? He'd always thought he and Mod were closer but maybe he should have thought twice. He hadn't even heard the guy call him by name since he took his role as the head of the family.

The beta shook where he sat and they didn't know if it was from fear or anger or both. It wasn't until tears welled in his eyes that Col realized it might even be from pain. “Obviously fucking not or you'd know you can trust me. With anything! But you don't. You never have.”

Kells swallowed hard and felt Dom squeeze his hand. They were sitting and touching almost everywhere on the couch and the Alpha was obviously fighting himself not to be too overprotective. “I haven't. I haven't let you know me at all and that's on me. You've never shown me anything but that you'd be cool with me. I- I'm sorry about that.”

Mod hadn't been looking at him but he finally did, the tension in him relaxing a little. “I'm fucking cool. You should know that shit already. I'm not a dick. When have I ever made it seem like I don't respect the fuck out of omegas?” There it was. The word that scared Colson his whole life. The title he'd fought so hard against for so long.

He couldn't help his own eyes misting but he tried to swallow the lump in his throat before it got worse. “You do. I know you do but they-”

“I'm not them Colson! I was friends with you, that's why I'm fucking here. I barely knew your dad and I don't like most of our damn job! I like that we save people but I never would have done this if not for you! So don't fucking lump me in with the rest of your gun toting buddies. You should have known you could trust me. I mean shit, I just wanted to smoke weed with my best friend and chill.”

They both laughed wetly at that. They'd met because Col used to sell pot for Travis. They'd bonded over music and spent most of their time together until Mod was just part of the gang. Literally. Kells didn't realize how much that bothered his brother and he vowed to work on that. If the man wanted to just stay back with Tom he'd get them set up with their own office. Maybe even start a rule no one had to carry if they didn't want to.

“So… mated huh?” The beta tried to change the subject and ease the heavy weight in the room. He'd always been good at calming the boss and helping him remember that he didn't always have to be on. He could relax and be himself too. It normally included good weed but he didn't smell it in the home anymore and he wasn't going to ask. He shouldn't. Shit he probably would.

“I'd say it was an accident but-” Col shrugged and leaned against his lover a little more.

“Technically yeah. You fucking bit me the day we met.” Dom teased, testing the waters of what was allowed with a gentle kiss to his mate's temple.

“Which was you coming to kill him right?” Oh so Tom had really filled him in.

“Well… yeah. But I fhought he were selling omegas. I didn't fink he'd be keeping me.”

“Oh you think I'm keeping you?” The omega huffed playfully. He couldn't let Dom get an ego or anything.

“Considering all I already did to claim yas yeah. I'd jus’ follow you if you tried to kick me out.” It was stated so matter of fact and Col knew it was true. He had done it already for weeks.

“Do you want help telling everyone else? I mean they're gonna find out anyway right?” Mod asked gently. “I mean hell I'm a beta and I can smell the difference on you.”

Colson glanced at his best friend and tried so hard not to glare. It was annoying when everyone else just sat back and watched him instead of speaking up. “We're not there yet.”

“But-”

“No. I can't let Megan find out. She's already trying to push me out.” Kells growled but the name of the bitch made that feeling start back in Dom's mind. What was it?

“I talked to her and convinced her I needed help.” Collette explained. “She thinks she's seducing a man who runs a gang near here. I told her it was someone we dealt with but that I thought he might be the one stealing from us. She thinks he's a rich fuck who wants what's ours when it's really one of my old friends. He'll let us know if she's really on our side or if she's trying to branch out.”

That soothed a lot of the stress in Col’s chest. If Megan was off taking care of that then at least he wouldn't have to deal with her for a while. “Thanks mom.”

“I told you I'm the brains here.” She smiled but none of them noticed that Dom had gone quiet.

The Alpha finally remembered what he had forgotten and he wasn't sure how to bring it up or even if he should. He wanted to be open with his lover but he knew this would upset him and he'd already been so hurt tonight. Megan knew. Somehow he'd been so enraged with her he hadn't caught it at the time or maybe he hadn't realized none of his mate's friends were supposed to know. She'd said it. Right to his face. She'd called Colson an omega. Oh fuck. “Cols… she knows.”

Kells turned wide eyes on his mate and almost pulled away. He made a conscious effort not to shut down but it was a near thing. “The fuck are you talking about?” His voice was flat because if he let any emotion out it might be terror. If she knew… she really had planned to assault him. She knew she could overpower him.

“Tha’ night, she uh… she said summat like ‘ask your omega'. She implied you fucked ‘er so I didn't wanna bring it up.”

“Ew no! That was the first fucking time we even kissed!”

“Tha' ain't saying much. You told me you don't like kissing.” Dom huffed softly but his lover was starting to shake.

“I never… I mean I've been fucked up around her before but I don't think… we-”

Mod cleared his throat and when they turned to look at him on the couch across from them his eyes looked full of worry. “I think you did, brother.” Even with all the fear building in him it felt good to the omega to hear that word again. He hadn't even realized how long it had been since he last felt like he had one.

“What… when?” Colson felt small and lost and he was thankful for the way Dom held him. It wasn't overwhelming, just an arm around his shoulders and a solid line of them touching from knee to ribs.

“I think you were fifteen. Remember your birthday party that year?” Mod offered.

“No.” Col choked on a noise that was almost a laugh but there was no amusement there.

“Yeah I didn't think so. Please know I wouldn't have let you go to bed with her. She was already eighteen and that felt gross to me. I mean to each their own but I wouldn't have fucked you.” Mod tried to make light. “You know how fucked up I was at the time so I figured we both blacked out that night but the next day I caught her sneaking out of your room. She just winked at me and left but you were still dead to the world and later when everyone acted like nothing had happened I just figured you didn't want to talk about it.”

“Fuck- I-” Colson's stomach rolled. He was starting to become accustomed to the nausea but it hit him as hard as it did when she tried for him. A second time? Or was there more? Dom gave him a worried look before discreetly tucking his warm palm under his shirt to rest over his inked belly. He wanted to snap at the Alpha but shit it helped.

“I'm sorry Col.” Mod sighed but of course it wasn't his fault.

“It wasn't on you. Just because you know now doesn't mean you can feel like you should have protected my ass. You just said you respected omegas, don't pull that shit. I'm still me.”

“Dude chill! I don't mean it cause you're omega, I mean cause you were a kid and I knew you'd been through shit. I'm your big brother asshole.” That shut Colson up because he did know Mod better than that. He was just scared and he hated it.

“Oh. Right.” He sighed, trying to release a little tension in his shoulders but he didn't know anything now. Had she always known? Had he fucked her or-

Dom gasped at how quickly his lover was up and off the couch and out of the room. He didn't even know where the man was heading until he heard the bathroom door slam. He hated that his partner was hurting and he couldn't fix it.

“Fair is fair.” Collette muttered softly and he looked back at her. He didn't think he was supposed to run after him. “He was a little jerk to me.” She grinned, happy for a moment in her memory before her face fell. “I hope he can learn to enjoy this time and accept it before he misses it all. I was terrified every day with him because I was so young and his father was…” She sighed. “I don't want him missing the good things. He'll be able to feel them before long.”

Dom shifted on his seat and his knee started bouncing. His hearing was so sensitive he could just make out his mate being sick. It made his need for revenge against the female Alpha burn in his veins but in this he wouldn't make a decision without Kells. “I'm trying.” He tried to soothe her worries but it scared him too. He couldn't fathom the pain Colson had been through as a boy and this might make him regress. He'd do anything he could to help.

When Col finally appeared again his shoulders were hunched and his hand was holding his stomach. Dom tried not to get excited because it looked more as if his mate was trying to hold himself together. “I'm sure it was fine at the time.” The omega huffed but even he barely believed it. Especially if that's when she found out what he was. He never allowed that. “She probably thought it was. It's whatever.”

“I believe it's time I should let you know what Mod and I found. Someone has been stealing from you for a long time. Not large sums but enough to make someone rich. Who is normally dealing with the buys?” Tom offered, but he wasn't truly changing the subject. He was trying to help his new friend see the truth. That woman had never been his friend.

“Can we all shut the fuck up for a minute? It's late and she's busy. Nothing is going to happen tonight. Mod, you're welcome to the couch. Tom, I hope you enjoy your new room. Dom?” He waited until his lover met his gaze. “Get the fuck in bed?”

“Right.” The Alpha barely even looked at anyone else before he jumped off the sofa to follow his man's needs.

“Mom? Love you. Be good.” He tried to be stern but she just grinned as he kissed her cheek. Colson was shocked when Mod stood up and held out his arms. He didn't force a hug but Kells was happy to accept it. He couldn't even remember the last time they fist bumped for fucks sake.

“You're doing good kid. I'm proud of you.” The beta whispered against his neck and Col had to fight back the burn in his eyes.

“Don't linger too long. You know who's waiting for him.” Tom joked, tugging on the edge of Mod’s shirt and it made the man jump. The other omega always found it hilarious to watch people be so scared of his best friend. “Come. You can help me unpack.” He offered when the pair stopped hugging and Colson watched as the photographer walked off, putting his hair in a messy bun. He just expected Mod to follow and of course he did.

“You might have competition on cutest couple soon” Collette joked with her son who just laughed wetly and hugged her close without words. “I'm not who you need right now. Don't worry, I'm not offended. That boy loves you both so much.”

“Mom-”

“No Colson. You listen to me.” She huffed, cupping his cheeks so he couldn't look away. He was a giant now but she still saw her little boy that went through terrible pain and loss. “This isn't that. They-” She paused and dropped one hand to rest over his still flat stomach. “They aren't the same. It's okay to be terrified, that won't ever go away. Hell it's been almost thirty years and I'm still always scared for you. But it's alright to be happy too. I can't promise it'll be okay but you're ready now.”

“I'm n-”

She cut him off. “You are the bravest man I know and yes the fuck you are. I'm not trying to hurt you, I never would. But your bond starts now. All three of you.” He didn't try and respond but he squeezed her close before disengaging and heading to bed.

Dom had heard every word but he didn't show it, he just held up the blankets like Colson did for him and the omega collapsed next to him. They didn't speak, they didn't need to and both of them were a little too overwhelmed. Kells just turned around to face the wall and fit himself against his lover's chest. He took the Alpha's hand and pressed it against his stomach, he wasn't admitting anything. Not yet. But it was warm and soft and he knew it made the boy happy. Besides, it was comforting as fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

This was a bit of a heavy chapter but it had to be to mix in a little plot. I tried to keep them joking around too though so it didn't get too dark. I don't know why I love Tod (Tom/Mod) but it's so cute. There might be a time skip now since we covered so much of a few days. Hopefully Kells feels better. I hope you're enjoying it 💣🖤

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