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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 9, "Better"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Loki and Cora arrive back at the warehouse from California. Coulson arrives to detain Cora. Loki chooses a side. Cora is faced with a potentially fatal ultimatum back at SHIELD headquarters.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3.4k

"Where's the hammer?"

"Where do you think?"

"Um, not here?"

"Well, you are not wrong…," Loki admitted a little exasperatedly, glancing toward the dusty warehouse ceiling with little interest as he felt Cora step away from his side, which caused her to become entirely visible once more. He'd used his seithr to get them back undetected and still wore it until a moment later when he allowed the magic to drop from his form.

Cora frowned up at him with a bit of an apprehensive expression. "Did it get called back up?" she asked.

Loki flashed back to the hammer blasting through the wall and glanced at the hole he'd been dragged through, which Cora had yet to turn around and notice. "Quite."

She followed his gaze and her eyes widened. "Holy sh—"

"Indeed," he murmured indifferently.

Cora frowned as she pondered the development, remembering the fact that she could wield Mjolnir was the only reason he'd taken her with him in the first place, and was also the only reason he had kept her from SHIELD's grasp. She hesitantly worked up the nerve to ask, "So, now what?"

Loki blinked down at her, as if it hadn't already occurred to him that her usefulness had waned. He was about to say something when his attention was redirected toward the garage door down the aisle, his eyes narrowing at it.

He raised his hand to silently shush Cora—who was on the verge of asking what was wrong—as he walked slowly toward the end of the room, murmuring for her to stay put while he investigated. She stayed where she was, not knowing what had spurred on his little prowl in the first place. It was only when a shadow appeared through the hole in the wall that she realized what might've caught his interest.

"Hello again." Cora jolted in surprise and looked over, seeing the thin-haired, smiling man from weeks prior, Phil Coulson, stepping through the gap with his hands in the pockets of his steel-colored dress pants.

She instinctively started to bolt, but two of the armored agents accompanying him raised their assault rifles, aiming them at her. The lasers flickered red at certain angles from the scopes, their disjointed beams dancing over her heart and head.

She froze and looked to Phil, who appeared apologetic. "We've been put in a tough spot, Cora. If you don't come with us this time, things might turn ugly."

"I guessed that from the guns," she quipped softly, pursing her lips. She felt dazed from the shock of the ambush, not snapping out of it until she was being grabbed by two more agents in black armored SWAT suits, one on each side. Her visibility became a bit unstable for a few seconds and it was only then that she glanced toward Loki, who she saw standing precisely where he'd been moments ago, unmoving.

She would never admit it, but she was hoping beyond hope that he'd help her. For the first time in the longest time and without her permission, she felt vulnerable and hated how her expression crumpled when he remained where he was, his features as indifferent as ever as he watched them drag her off and then disappeared beneath his magic's shield.

The plainest form of what Cora felt was betrayal. It made little sense for her to feel that way, but she'd let herself get in too deep with this would-be king. Her jaw clenched a bit as the agents hauled her out, past Coulson and the archer-agent she'd seen days ago. She hid the weird myriad of things she was feeling rather well as someone tucked her head under the doorframe of a Humvee outside, the blistering heat managing to make its way inside the military vehicle despite the blasts of air conditioning from the front.

Cora watched reservedly as the agents filed into the back with her, the bowman finally introducing himself. "Agent Clint Barton," he said brusquely without much explanation except a look of approval from Phil. When she arched a brow at them, Clint elaborated, "Agent Coulson thought it was rude that I didn't introduce myself last time."

"I said it wasn't exactly helpful," Phil corrected kindly. "Familiarization and all that—"

"What do you want from me?" Cora gritted, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Phil sighed, his smile faltering a little. "To help. That's what we've been trying to explain to you all along. It's just become more…crucial that we talk things out now."

"Why?" she asked warily. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything when we get to headquarters."

"No way, you can't pull that kind of ambiguity on me and then say we'll talk about it later," she snapped before frowning and backing down a little. "At least a hint?"

"It's a matter of life and death," Clint said bluntly.

Cora's brow furrowed. "Mine?"

"Yes," Phil relinquished with an apologetic frown.

"Well… Fuck," Cora muttered.

The Humvee rolled to a stop several hours later, cuing Phil and Clint to get up from their seats. Phil got out first, followed by Cora, and then Clint, then the other two agents who had been riding along in the back with them. She glanced around the underground garage briefly as she followed the SHIELD agents, the lot of them making a bit of a ring around her. Did they really think she intended to strike up a fight? She wouldn't stand a chance. The only true defense she might've had to her name had already bailed on her in seconds flat.

Logically, she shouldn't have been surprised. He was from another world, endeavoring to gain a throne on said world, was openly intending to use her for her talents from the get-go, and had not once referred to her by name. All signs pointed to extreme ostracism of her while the rest simply didn't make sense now, apart from perhaps it all being a ploy to earn her favor and trust. That was what the emotional side of her was holding onto. She'd honestly thought they were getting somewhere; as allies at the very least.

Wrong, she thought simply with a frown. It bothered her more than she would've liked, but he wasn't her concern anymore. She was the one who was in danger. A lab rat at last.

The pair led her into what looked to be a conference room made mostly of glass and black leather, giving it a very modern look. She noticed that the backup agents had left their company, narrowing it down to just the three of them apart from the man already in the room, looking out the enormous glass windows.

Before he even turned around, she knew who he was, recognized him from a few news stories and public announcements she'd seen around the time of the New Mexico incident. Tall, sturdily built, wearing a long black trench coat, with an eyepatch over his left eye: Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury.

He nodded to her, glancing toward the window panes warily before walking toward the long conference table and pressing a button before he sat down, which caused shaded panels to slowly descend over the window. "Too sunny for you, sir?" Coulson smiled, seeming to take a jab at Fury's dark demeanor as he pulled Cora's chair out for her and then sat down, himself, Clint doing the same.

"I'm not so much worried about the view as I am about being viewed," he replied informatively, his voice deep and matter-of-fact.

Phil and Clint seemed to understand, but Cora was left as the odd one out, which she didn't take well to under normal circumstances. "Viewed by who? No one could possibly—"

"These windows double as communication screens, Miss Dempsey," he explained and while he did give her an answer, she didn't appreciate the interruption. "It wouldn't be the first time the system was overrode and we were put on surveillance."

"Then again, Stark did that as a power play to get up our asses," Clint admitted with a very subtle smirk on his usually stoic features. "Not sure even the higher-ups know how to do that."

Fury's attention was still on Cora. "You know why you're here by now, I assume?" he asked directly.

"Because I'm a freak," Cora murmured with a biting tone. Phil frowned at her words, but she didn't divert her dark gaze from Fury.

"Because our superiors see you as a threat, actually," Fury corrected her calmly, leaning forward a little in his chair. "Before it was because we wanted you in our ranks, but that ship has sailed."

"I'm so torn up about it," she retorted bravely and there was a heavy pause before Fury actually cracked a smile, Phil and Clint soon to follow.

"I can tell," Fury volleyed back before saying with his businesslike tone restored, "First thing's first, your grandmother is just fine. Still at your uncle—"

"What?" Cora blurted out, her eyes wide with shock. "What do you mean, he told me she—"

"That was an effort to bring you out of hiding. It was easy to hack his phone and send you a message about a funeral that was happening that day. We would've intervened immediately had you gone in and discovered the truth, but you didn't, which gave us more time to ease into this."

"Well, glad I could be a fucking help," she muttered very fast and very sarcastically before demanding, "Do you realize what you put me through? Are you all even human?!"

"We did," Phil sighed, looking over at her. "It was a last resort and we were getting desperate."

"Why were you getting desperate, it's not like I was doing anything horrible or even illegal!"

"Because there is a death warrant on your head," Fury said pointedly, which caused her to stop and listen. "I'm supposed to have eliminated you already, but we're instead trying to come up with a compromise that won't bring the World Security Council down on all our heads."

"World Sec—why are they involved? I flashed out of sight at a park and a subway station, there are people in those parts who flash in other much more traumatizing manners, shouldn't that be more of a concern?"

"It wasn't the disappearing act you pulled, it was the thing with the hammer. It scared them and now they don't want to deal with someone apart from the Asgardian god we already have as our ally being able to use an invincible weapon. Who was the man you were seen with at the church?"

"Old friend from the area who stopped by to comfort me about a lie you used just to put me in a position that would get me killed," she lied reflexively, doing so seamlessly.

"If we hadn't resorted to that, you'd already be dead," Clint said firmly, bringing an end to the debate. It did the job because Cora backed down, raking a hand through her hair and consequentially pulling out her hair tie, just putting it on her wrist instead as she shook her head slowly. "What?"

"This is just…insane," she said and her voice sounded tired now, sapped of her usual ferocity.

"It is," Phil agreed thoughtfully. "But we're working to fix it. Just, please, cooperate. For all our sakes."

Cora glanced at him and smirked though the expression was weak. "Me being here is me cooperating. Where else would I go?"

"Good," Director Fury declared with finality as he stood up, Phil and Clint following suit. "Agent Barton, would you escort Miss Dempsey to where she will be staying until we reach a final plan of action? Agent Coulson, I'd like to speak to you privately."

"Yes, sir," both agents said at once. Cora stood up and walked out of the conference room with Clint, glancing briefly over her shoulder just before the door shut behind her.

Phil turned to Fury questioningly as the director stared down at the call box on the table. "Sir?"

Fury frowned a little as he turned to look at Phil. "You've done some extensive research on the crash of the Valkyrie. Correct?" he asked slowly, knowing he was going out on a limb with this backup plan if the World Security Council didn't sway the way he wanted them to on Cora's "sentence."

"Silly question," Phil noted, considering the ties the superbomber had to his childhood idol, Captain America. "Yes, I have, mostly on whim. The field agents and biochemists on Level 5 mostly dealt with all that after it was discovered in the Arctic. But… Why do you ask?"

"Because our options are few and far between," Fury admitted, looking weary. She wasn't the only "issue" he was dealing with at present; the world had been turning gradually more volatile as of late, with news of extraterrestrials and the like spreading through the proverbial grapevines.

"I don't understand."

Fury was prepared to elaborate when the communication pad began to beep in low tones, the windows glassing over with loading icons. Taking a deep breath and glancing toward Phil, Fury raised the shades and answered the call.

Cora stood under the hot cascade of the shower, fiercely scrubbing product into her hair with reckless abandon. As soon as Clint had pointed out the adjoining bathroom to her small living quarters, her mood had been lifted, if only a smidgen. Her only regret was not finger-combing through her locks before rubbing in the shampoo; it was a disastrous mess of tangles now, but she still couldn't care less. She was clean, dammit.

She smirked a little at the joy she found in the simple indulgence, the expression fading slowly when she raised her hand to run through her hair as she rinsed out the suds, and the bold tattoo on her wrist caught her eye. An unanswered question; inked into her skin and embedded into her mind. It was her name, Loki had said, but how had she known how to write it? None of it made sense. Another thing that didn't make much sense was why she'd protected Loki when he'd not lifted a single finger to aid her.

Cora soon shut off the water and pulled the dark blue towel she'd been supplied with from over the chrome doorframe. Wrapping it around herself, she pressed against the door until it popped open and stepped out, shutting the steamy glass panel behind her. It was amazing how much of a difference a shower could make in her attitude.

On the edge of the simple full-sized bed near the center of the opposite wall was a folded set of clothes, given that hers had been on her back for a few days now. Cora picked them up curiously, finding that it was a femininely tailored SHIELD uniform. With a small huff at the irony, she dropped her towel and put it all on, boots included. She stole a glance at herself in the reflection off the window as she dried her hair off. Phil would be proud; she wore it well.

That was confirmed when Agent Barton came back to get her to escort her to the conference room, seeing as Fury had gotten an answer apparently much faster than anyone had expected. She'd opened the door after Clint had knocked and the sniper-archer had greeted her with a brow-raise of approval. "Suits you."

"Thanks," she murmured as they began their trek down the hallway, soon arriving outside the door.

They walked in and Phil smiled at her, commenting, "It's really too bad we couldn't figure something out sooner. You look kickass in uniform."

The man actually caused her to genuinely smile, which dimmed a bit when she saw Fury's look of forced composure. "Well, go on," she murmured reluctantly, the suspense putting her more on edge than knowing the actual outcome would. Or so she thought.

Fury cleared his throat and murmured, "They're not letting up on the warrant. They still believe you are too dangerous to be 'running loose.' To be kept alive."

"So, are you going to do it or is Robin Hood over here going to do the honors?" Cora snapped quietly before frowning and murmuring an apology to Clint for her undeserved slam, who just shook his head and clapped a sympathetic hand against her shoulder. When she turned her gaze back to Fury, he looked conflicted. "There's more, right?"

"There's another option. The one we're going to engage if you’re willing."

"Which would be…?" Cora encouraged, starting to hope a little.

Fury clenched his jaw a little before asking, "Do you know much about Steve Rogers? About Captain America?"

"I mean… I met him outside Clarkdale a few days ago… Apart from that and the bits of World War II propaganda I've seen him on, not really."

"Well, most of it has been kept fairly confidential since Red Skull made an attempt at terrorism and succeeded in taking the lives of so many beforehand, using the Tesseract…"

"What's that?"

"It's basically a cube of raw energy," Phil supplied calmly, though for the first time she noticed that the worry lines on his face were more prominent than usual.

Fury placed his hands behind his back and paced toward the head of the table, continuing, "To stop Red Skull's superbomber craft—the Valkyrie—from carrying out its purpose, Steve crashed it into the Arctic. He and the ship were entirely encapsulated in ice. He was only rediscovered seventy years when we went to recover the ship, the Tesseract, thanks to Stark, and, by total surprise, Steve Rogers, as well. Alive."

"And what you're saying is…what, exactly?" she asked with a bit of an impatient gesture, though she already had a feeling where this was going, angry little butterfly-like sensations teeming in her stomach.

"The World Security Council won't tolerate your freedom. They've found something they can control in this new era of non-control and they seem desperate for some power. They want you dead. However, we ended up coming to a compromise: we're going to put you in a deep freeze until this misunderstanding is cleared up."

"I'd rather you blow my head off right here," Cora noted, her stomach turning over at the thought of being slowly frozen solid with just a sliver of hope that she might walk free again, fully aware of what was happening but unable to do a thing about it.

"These are our only options, they wouldn't allow for anything else," Fury argued defensively.

"They're never going to allow for anything else. Like you said, they're desperate and power-mongering. They see this as a guiltless end to their problem and maybe you do, too."

"Cora, please," Phil frowned at her with faint disapproval, looking a little older with the smile gone from his face. "We just want to help. We're trying to help."

"I know, but…," she struggled, running a shaking hand through her hair. "Could… Is there any way to, um… Put me under before…?"

Fury shook his head. "Any kind of sedative will lower your heart rate and will make it more difficult for you to stay alive in there. The temperature would make it very hard for it to come back up."

Cora's throat tightened and it felt like she was having an episode of claustrophobia, not remembering having such an anxiety-fueled reaction since the car crash that killed her parents. "How do you know I'll survive it? Steve, he's… He's different right? Better."

"He's a super-soldier. His body was genetically engineered to be superior in strength, agility, endurance, and stamina," Fury explained with a nod. "But from what we've seen, you're 'better,' too."

Cora's eyes widened and she asked, "Do… Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you as far as I can tell. You're just different. Special."

She wasn't sure she believed that, but she let it slide. "So… When is this thing happening?"

"They gave us a deadline of tomorrow, ten-hundred hours." The SHIELD director paused heavily and, when no one could find anything else to say, he advised, "Go get some rest. Dinner can be sent to your room and if you need anything else, just say the word. And Cora?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "It's going to be fine."

Whether or not he was just saying that to make her feel better, she gave a slightly forced smile of thanks and headed out into the hall, the conference room door sliding shut in her wake.

Next chapter: Chapter 10, "Your Own Hero"

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ksqwildwest · 11 months

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The Messenger Raven

Warning: discussion of minor character death/sickness, implied homophobia, please let me know if I should add anything here

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Karl's heart nearly beat out of his chest as he skid past the door to his room. The few seconds it took to get the door open felt like an eternity. His breath was ragged. His eyes blurred. Telling himself that this all had to be a dream did nothing. He'd hit his hip on a table in his rush to get away and the very real pain made denial an impossible venture.

He'd been free. He had been so free but now they had found him. How did they find him? They couldn't have- shouldn't have been able to find him in the middle of nowhere.

He wracked his brain for any mistakes or slip ups he'd made. His mind brought up a blank. It was impossible to tell if that meant he didn't make a mistake or if he just couldn't think over the never ending chant in his brain of "It's over".

Knock knock

Karl stared. It could be John. It could be Mason or Jack.

But it could also be Him.

When Thompson had announced that his dad had arrived in town for an unexpected visit, Karl had been excited to meet the man. He'd met more than a few people with the last name Thompson over the years and all had been fairly pleasant company. Anyone related to the dear sheriff was sure to be interesting. He hadn't been expecting to recognize them.

His parents had hired a variety of people to do some less than legal jobs over the years but only one had consistently delivered results. A favorite of his parents. They had even housed his family for a short time. He'd been afraid of the so called "Angle of Death" but had warmed up after they had taught him how to befriend the local crows. Specialized in finding and hunting down a variety of people. Business men, socialites, critics. The distinctive green shawl, painted leather hat, and sleek black wings couldn't belong to anyone else.

"This is my dad, Philza Thompson."

"Please," he'd said while shaking John's hand, "just call me Phil."

Knock knock knock

"Hello," Karl choked out weakly. More of a question than an invitation.

Phil opened the door softly yet the creek seemed to echo through the room like a gun shot.

"Hello Jacobson," he greeted softly. The name felt like a punch to the gut to hear after so long. "You ran off before I could say that downstairs."

Karl shakily lowered himself into his chair while his legs started to feel like jello. Everything felt like it was happening too fast and too slow all at once.

"Don't-" a wobbly breath to compose himself "Don't call me that."

"Oh, okay then. You're still called Carl though right? That's what-"

"It's Karl- I spell it with a K now. Not a C."

"That's great to hear."

Silence hangs heavy in the air for what feels like hours. Maybe it is hours. It's hard to tell through the tears.

"How-" Karl can barely find the courage to ask but he has to know, "How did they find me?"

Phil smiles weakly and shuts the door behind himself. Probably to keep other people out. It feels too much like being trapped in.

"You sent Wilbur a letter." he explains gently, like he's trying to sooth a distressed child, "A new staff member was in charge of delivering mail and got confused. He gave it to the head of staff who informed your parents. The return address was written in a different handwriting. It was likely added by your post office attendant."

"Micheal. Our mail carrier is named Micheal." Karl mutters. "He's married to a chicken."

He remembers that day. In such a panic to get to work on time. He should have stayed. Should have made sure to tell him not to add the address. Should have said anything.

"Your parents read the letter." Phil continues after the silence takes over again. "They were- They said they were worried by the lack of women in town."

Karl has a sinking feeling he knows where this is going.

"They, um," Phil stumbles over his words here, trying to phrase something correctly. He settles on, "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," he replies numbly while the years of etiquette classes come back all at once. Hollow script rolls off his tongue while a blank brilliant smile slides onto his face. "I'm sure she's nice."

"I don't know who you're engaged to but I'm supposed to bring you back for the wedding on Wednesday."

"It's-" it takes a moment for him to remember anything other than the swarming thoughts in his brain, "It's Saturday."

Phil nods.

"Why?"

Karl knows there are a lot of questions that he could ask that start with that but to pick any direction would require a calmer mind.

Phil wilts at the question. It's as if he ages ten years in a matter of moments. His eyes are sunken and tired. His wings are far messier than Karl can ever remember them being. Little cuts and loose thread are visible along the edges of his clothes.

"Kristen, you remember my wife, right? Well, she's very sick. I've been wanting to move away from this line of work for a while now but I couldn't. Not with the medical bills that high."

"But, I've been saving up and with the boys old enough to work, I would have just needed to finish a handful more jobs to be free. Then, your letter showed up and-"

Karl can't tell if a laugh or sob spills out of his throat. He can remember from the little he overheard over the years, what his parents would pay Phil. He knows what the value of money is to people now. Just a handful can make a difference to some people.

He should be fighting back. It occurs to him. He should be yelling and pushing and telling Phil that he promised himself that he would never return to that household for the rest of his life and he's going to keep it. He should say that. He should really say that.

"When do we leave?"

Funny, his parents aren't even here and yet the moment they snap their fingers, he's back to their side like an obedient dog.

"I figure we could leave Sunday night. So you have time to get everything in order."

"Oh."

"Karl, you-"

Knock Knock Knock

"Hey Karl," John calls through the door, "Have you seen Phil? The bandits just showed up and they want to meet him."

Phil is over in the blink of an eye and stretching his wings out to block the view to the room. He waves John off easily, claiming to have been giving Karl advice on writing winged characters.

"I'll leave you two to it then," John replies and Karl can hear the fond smile in his voice as he calls out, "as long as he remembers to come down and eat sometime tonight."

"In a bit," he calls back. He doesn't even have to try and sound distant.

John and Phil chatter quietly, about what Karl can't even tell, and soon John is trotting back to the bar. The room returns to silence once again. The silence seems louder this time, somehow.

"So-"

"Get out."

"... okay."

"And say hi to Mason and Jack for me."

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

The door closes softly and the silence is deafeningly loud. Karl sits and watches the light from his window slide across the wall and shrink as the sun sets. It's not until the light finally disappears from the wall that he finally convinces himself to move. He has to settle some things. Who's going to take care of Biscuit and Mitten, what things would his parents immediately throw out on sight, what he can hide or pass off as valuable. He needs to write a general letter to explain to everyone where he's gone. He needs to write individual letters about how much he's going to miss everyone.

He's going home. He does not want to go. But he prepares for the trip anyway. He'd prefer to meet his- his bride before they got married anyhow.

"I'm going home," he croaks into the empty air. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he sobs out as quietly as he can. "I'm going home."

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:D Welcome to the Plot! I've been waiting to start off this part of the story since I created this AU. Very excited to keep writing! Sorry for going dark for so long. Between finishing the freshman year of college and coming home to a house under renovation, life has been hectic. I hope you enjoy these next couple stories. Once I write them. I have a lot of free time right now so hopefully I can get through a couple of these before break is over.

So, who's ready to leave Lazarus? :)

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #tftsmp john john #tftsmp Philza #writings from lazarus

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Hey bees! I wanted to ask if you could write fluff hc for Quackity, Eret, C!Philza, Wilbur, George, Dream, Sapnap, and Punz? I would love if it was about a GN!reader with insomnia and an iron deficiency! Have a great day!

Hallo! Thank you for the request :)

A few things before we start: I already did a Sapnap fluff hc, so he'll be out of this one; I only wrote platonically for C!Phil; and just as a reminder to everyone the reader is always GN! unless requested otherwise

Hope you enjoy <3

More fluff headcanons

Pairings: Quackity, Eret, C! Philza, Georgenotfound, Dream, Punz × Reader

❝ Quackity ❞

Let's start with his hair, because you are the only one who actually gets to touch it

Whenever it's late at night and you can't sleep he'll let you play with his hair as a distraction

He also loves it very much

This is 100% a headcanon, but he'd teach you to dance

Latin dances specifically

Even the easiest once, just so he can have this cute little moment with you

Sorry, I'm back to the hair topic, but he let's you make little braids in his hair

Of course nobody else gets to see it, it's just a thing between you two

He also loves to make up songs on the spot for things that you are doing

For example, he sees you cleaning and all of a sudden he's singing your every movement

And don't get me started on the car rides

He sometimes gets distracted because of you, he's gets so mesmerized by your looks

I think he's the type to hold your hand while driving and when there's a red light he'll ise the opportunity to bring your hand up to leave a kiss on your knuckles

❝ Eret ❞

Matching strawberry outfits.

You can decide which one, it can be the shirt or the black dress, just matching strawberry outfits.

Also matching crowns, cause you two are royalty

She's the type to measure her hands with yours and if they're tinier than hers she'll never let you forget

Also if you're shorter than her she'll tease you by putting her arm on your head, then sliding it to your back and pull you in a kiss

Very smooth and works everytime

Imagine you being her photographer for her recent Halloween costume

And you're just running around, taking pictures at all angles, while hyping her up

She'll get so shy and later hide her face into your neck

You two 100% did the cliche "dancing under the rain" thing, but instead of wearing casual outfits y'all were in crowns and capes

She picks you up bridal style

When you may ask?

Whenever she feels like it she'll just go "hah your mine now" and picks you up

❝ C!Philza ❞ [Platonic]

He'll bring you flying :D

Of course he first makes sure that you're secure and safe and then just zooms

He's the man that brings you breakfast in bed

No matter what your relationship is, he just likes to wake you up in a good mood

Hugs, lots of hugs

Even if you're not sad, sometimes we all just want to be held, he'll do it without a second thought

Whenever he goes on adventures he brings you a little souvenir

From foods to jewelry

If you can't sleep he'll make you a warm drink of your choice, tuck you in bed and tell you a story from his many adventures

I ran out of ideas for Phil T^T

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

Coffee dates, where you two are sitting facing eachother and he is holding your hand over the table and drawing random shapes on it with his thumb

He's the type to always hug you from behind whenever you're doing something

He brings you food and drinks whenever you're working or studying or even just reading

The gentleman that will lend you his coat if you're cold and softly smile at you as you nuzzle in the warmth

Serenades you whenever he has the chance

Probably wrote so many songs about you, some that you don't even know exist

He secretly takes pictures of you just to use them as phone wallpapers

Makes playlists with songs that remind him of you and you do the same

Purposely lends you his sweaters so that he can see you drown in them and smell like him

He sometimes gets shy or doesn't know how to express himslef sp he'll elave you small notes with song lyrics or random poems he made to tell you what he feels

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He loves to do little things for you

From filling your water bottle when you're busy to giving you random compliments out of the blue

Late night walks, just to spend time togheter. You two walk around, hand in hand, small chuckles and puffs of air coming from the both of you and quick but warm pecs being thrown here and there

For some reason I feel like he's the type of boyfriend to have some of your necessities on him at all times; like hair ties or your favourite candy, just in case you need them

If both of you can't sleep you just lay there in bed and talk about everything, about life

You two definitely have food fights. One second George is asking you to help with cooking the other he is throwing some of the ingredients at your face and it turns in a big mess

This is pretty out there, but he dries your hair for you. You just melt in his gentle touches and he sometimes steals kisses as a "gift"

You two also do that adorable thing where one of you will pull the hoodie strings of the other so that the hood closes in on their face and then pull them into a kiss

You both get blushy very easily, so it has become a challenge to see who can make the other blush more

A.N: these last two are going to be shorter because I'm very tired and I'm running out of ideas :')))

❝ Dream ❞

Cuddles while he works!

So you're basically sitting on his lap on your phone or something as he is editing or doing other work

Him sweet talking to you whenever he can

His voice just goes all deep and soft

Mostly happens in the morning or when he just feels like being all sweet and cheesy

I've said this so mamy times but he spoils you, so most of the time you two go shopping togheter

And you sometimes style eachother even if he does choose some... questionable things

I feel like he'll just randomly come up to you, hold your face, and pull you into a deep kiss

No reason, he just felt like giving you one

You two definitely have a lot of matching things because you're cute like that

❝ Punz ❞

I said this in my "Type of kises" scenario but palm kisses

I imagine you and him laying near eachother or you sitting in his lap and you take his face into your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

He turns into the palm of your hand and leaves lingering kisses on them as his gaze never leaves yours

Whenever you two are spooning, and he's the big spoon, he kisses the back of your neck

If you're overworking yourself he'll put you over his shoulder and make you spend soem time with him so that you can take a pause

Feel like he loves chin/beard scratches, so whenever you do that his head leans more and more into your hand

Whem it gets cold, and you two are going out and holding hands, he'll pull both of your hands into his pocket so you can both stay warm

Also pulls you into his coat and hugs you for more warmth

When he gets all soft he'll leave multiple and continuous kisses on your cheeks as his hands gently hold your neck and shoulder so that you can't escape

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #eret x reader #c philza #philza #georgenotfound x reader #dream x reader #punz x reader #beeblurbs #wilbur soot x reader

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anarchy-and-piglins · 3 years

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Technoblade had said before that Phil forgave others much too quickly.

Perhaps it was a sign of his age, an unavoidable consequence of outliving most regret. In his experience, People often died without rectifying their flaws, then had those they loved stood by their tombstones with remorse on their tongues. Mistakes were the most humbling of experiences and as such, most people would find plenty in their lifetime. Phil did not think himself above his own shortcomings, and certainly did not think others to be.

And sometimes it burned - fires of hatred and retribution. Holding a grudge could be such a simple thing, certainly easier than extending an open palm to the one who had scratched it before.

Phil was willing to try and forgive.

Today - he found - he could not forgive himself.

Because there had been a book in a chest, gathering dust. Anxious crows tapping on his window, chattering away. Phil had stroked ink-black feathers and told them to be patient. It had only been a day, a week, a month. Techno needed time, he told them. So much more time. He would be fine, so long as Phil kept away from his worries and followed the instructions left to him. Three months. He didn't even glance at the book for three months.

Three months in which Technoblade had been alone, had been starving, had been locked up without sunlight or fresh air or Phil and it was his fault because three days and three months are completely different things but Phil hadn't checked and he hadn't listened well enough and it was his fault that Techno was basically suffering for nothing because Phil-

"Breath," Techno says. He says it like he says anything: as if he has no invested interest in the outcome. Except he's putting his hands on Phil's chest, wrapping his arms around him from behind. His chin fits perfectly on the very top of Phil's head, almost as if it was made to be there. And it's warm comforting. Phil doesn't think he deserves it. "Just breathe, old man."

"I am breathing," Phil answers, chokes on it. Techno's hair falls against his shoulder, tickles his cheek, and it's too long now because he didn't cut it in prison. He couldn't, couldn't do anything really, because Phil left him in there to rot, it's his fault and-

Techno pulls him back from those thoughts by leaning against him, keeping Phil from falling over only by virtue of his own strength. There is a sound building, low in his throat, and it vibrates through his ribcage. He's alive and he's here and he almost wasn't - all because of Phil.

"You're not doing a very good job at it," Techno says, and it takes a moment for Phil to realize he means the breathing. He nods, tries again to laugh. Slowly Techno traces against his sternum, gently pushing down on it for him to breathe out then letting up so Phil can inhale again. The tempo is slow but steady.

And within minutes Phil is breathing. Guilt blossoms in his gut still, but he is breathing.

"I'm sorry."

He knows Techno won't accept the apology only because Phil could do him no wrong. There are not enough stars in the sky to compare to how often Techno would devote himself to Phil all over again.

Maybe that's why Phil feels the need to be angry at himself instead.

"I know." Techno reaches up a little, angles Phil's chin up so he can look at him then presses a kiss to his forehead. "It's stupid of you to be, but I know."

Phil laughs.

Eventually, he will be able to forgive himself. Whether it will take three months or three days, he doesn't know.

But he knows Technoblade will be by his side while he gets there.

#technoblade #philza #mcyt #dream smp #shara writes #dream smp spoilers #this one's going in Phantom Pains because I actually like it so much #but it's originally written for tumblr lol

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ijustreallylovethem · 3 years

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secrets

i came up with this fic idea in the shower so i hope y’all like it. i’d like to say right now that i didn’t research how long a sentence to this crime would be but i did see that the max juvie time for a 14 year old is only a year so let’s ignore that law for sake of the story’s timeline. the flashbacks would be during the pogues freshman year and and the present is set after season one so junior year.

special thanks to @cognacdelights for hyping me up when i posted about the idea for this fic and for reassuring me that it actually made sense and was postable. also to @socialwriter for giving me an idea to help me finish this. they gave a small suggestion and i was able to turn it into the perfect storyline.

platonic!pogues x reader

words: 7,218

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you took a deep breath as you stepped onto the dock. the air was salty and smelled faintly of fish and you had missed it. you turned to face the officer that had accompanied you back to the island and he sighed.

“alright miss y/l/n, this is where i leave you. in the nicest way possible, i don’t wanna see you again, ok?” you nodded with a smile.

“hope i never have to see you again either, phil.” you waved as he turned to board the ferry again but he stopped and turned around.

“have a safe walk home.”

“and you have a safe ferry ride back to the mainland.” he nodded his head and turned to board the ferry, leaving you to start your way home. well, not home exactly. you hadn’t been there for about a year before you left, three years now. you were on your way to your friends and the place that they called home. the place you had started to call home too.

the chateau wasn’t too far of a walk from the docks. it only took you thirty minutes before you were standing in the dirt driveway out front. the van that big john drove was parked out front and the ss pogue was tied to the dock which was a good sign that at least one of your friends were here. you made your way up the porch steps, noticing that they had gotten noisier since you had been here last. you opened the porch door and made your way across the porch, stopping once you reached the door to the house. you used to just walk in whenever you showed up but now it felt weird. you hadn’t been here in two years, things were sure to change. you lifted your hand and knocked loudly against the wood. there was no answer after a few moments so you decided to revert back to your old ways. you turned the doorknob and walked through the doorframe, taking in the old familiar smell of the chateau.

it brought a smile to your face to see pope sleeping on the pullout bed in the living room. just like old times. you grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it to wake him up before taking off down the hallway toward john b’s room. you giggled at the faint “what the fuck?” that came from pope as you opened the door and stepped into the familiar room. only it wasn’t so familiar anymore. sure, the set up was the same but the walls were no longer covered in john b’s pictures and nautical posters. instead there was a guns n roses poster barely hanging on in the corner and that was it. the presence of the room was different and it only took a glance at the bed to know why. it’s inhabitant wasn’t brunet, he was blonde.

jj slept on his stomach, the comforter pulled halfway up his back and his face smushed into the pillow. he was facing away from you but you could tell by the steady rise and fall of his torso that he was still deep asleep. you smiled at the sight of him, it had been nearly a year since you had seen him. he had been the only one to ever come visit you or even to write you while you were gone and you appreciated him for it. you slipped off your shoes and carefully sat down on the bed so your back was against the headboard. you ran your fingers through his hair a few times while gently calling his name, hoping to wake him from his slumber without freaking him out. you could feel him start to stir and his head turned so he was now facing you but his eyes had yet to open.

“jj, it’s time to wake up,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper. his nose scrunched up and his brow furrowed at the sound of your voice, no longer used to hearing it pull him from sleep. his hands came up to rub at his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows and then looked at you. you smiled at him as he blinked at you, taking in the fact that you were sitting in his bed again.

“y/n?”

“hey j, how have you been?” he smiled widely at the confirmation that it was you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head into your stomach.

“holy shit, it’s you! you’re back!” you laughed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders the best you could, trying to return the hug he was giving you. you heard footstep coming down the hall and popes voice rang out.

“jj did you get out of bed just to hit me with a pillow?” you looked up to see pope rubbing his eyes as well but they widened when they landed on you. “it was you?” you nodded, still smiling as pope ran over to hug you as well. you wrapped your arms around his torso, finding it easier to hug him than jj due to the angle. “i can’t believe you’re back! we have so much to tell you, shit.” he pulled away from you at the sound of another door opening in the hallway. more footsteps made their way toward you and for a third time you watched as one of yours friends eyes widened at the sight of you.

“y/n?”

“hey john b. how’s it going?” he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“oh you know, pogue stuff. how was juvie?” you shrugged.

“it was decent. most of the girls there were pretty nice. there was the occasional parent murderer but they usually weren’t there too long before getting moved.” your fingers carded through jj’s hair again, his head rested in the perfect spot for you to conveniently brush his hair for him with your hands.

“and the food? better than if you were at kildare high?”

“pretty much the same to be honest. though some things were much better. i don’t think i can ever go back to eating school pizza.” pope laughed and john b smiled at the humor in your answer. jj let out a small snore and you looked down at his head in your lap. he had already managed to fall back asleep.

“how about i get started on breakfast and you attempt to wake him up again?” john b asked and you nodded.

“might be easier to just wait until breakfast is done and wave some bacon in front of his face though.” both conscious boys laughed as they left the room, leaving you alone with jj again. your fingers were still working out the unruly amount of knots in his hair. you could tell that he had gone surfing late last night between the knots and the amount of sand you had felt on his scalp. he would surf at night if he couldn’t sleep. it made you wonder what he struggled with last night to bring on his insomnia. you hoped it wasn’t his dad, though there weren’t any bruises on him that you could see. they were almost always on his face or torso and from what you could tell both were free of any signs of fighting.

you let your eyes close for a moment and your head fall back against the headboard. you had missed this. being here, at the chateau, with your friends. you couldn’t wait to take the boat out and fish with the guys until you were tired of fishing so you’d jump off the boat and scare all the fish away. sure, they guys would be angry but only for a few moments until they were jumping in with you and pretending to drown you. it didn’t take long for you to doze off thinking about the memories and you hadn’t realized you had until pope was gently shaking you awake.

“you were supposed to wake him up, not fall asleep with him. come on, breakfast is ready.” he smacked jj square on the back before beginning to leave the room. “come eat, jj!” jj jolted up onto his knees and his eyes widened until he realized where he was and what was happening.

“i hate when he does that,” he mumbled as he gets up from the bed. you chuckle as you follow him down the hallway and take a seat at the table. it was only he four of you filling your plates and you looked around as you took a bite of your bacon.

“john b, where’s your dad? out on the water?”

“something like that,” jj mumbled and pope smacked the back of his head. “well am i wrong?” john b sighed as he put down the forkful of eggs that he had just picked up.

“a lot has changed since you left. it’s one of the main reasons we all failed to visit or write to you.”

“jj wrote to me.” jj shook his head.

“not as much as i would’ve liked to. there’s a reason i stopped coming to visit you and why i didn’t write for a long time.” breakfast was spent with the boys filling you in on everything that had happened. they told you about big john, ward, the gold search, sarah, peterkin, rafe. if one left something out then another would take over telling the story for a bit.

“all in all ward got prison time and rafe got rehab. plead insanity which, to be honest, isn’t far from the truth at this point.” you had hardly touched your food since they had started talked and it was far from warm now. you were shocked at everything you had just heard and all three boys could tell by the look on your face. jj reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly in an attempt to ground you.

“so big john is gone?” they nodded. “and the gold?”

“possessed by the government. apparently it’s not ‘finders keepers losers weepers,’ it’s ‘finders can suck it because the government wants to keep it covered that a black man was rich.’” you nodded, quiet for a moment before looking up at john b.

“so you and sarah cameron?” he rolled his eyes at the small smirk on your face.

“oh shut up, i don’t wanna hear it from you. i’ve already heard enough from kie for everyone.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“you guys are really friends with her again? after she left us? to be rich?” your tone wasn’t rude or malicious, you were just blunt in your questions and it made you sound angrier than what you were at the moment.

“she reconciled with us,” pope spoke. “when she left, it was more because of you than us. and since you were gone when she came back, it was easier for us to forgive her.”

“right. well, you don’t know what she did. i’m not saying i’ll be rude to her if we all hang out now that i’m back but i’m not going to go back to before she left us for kook academy either.” john b sighed but nodded.

“just try not to make things awkward?” pope asked.

“no promises.”

“of course not,” he mumbled as you stood from the table with a smile. you grabbed your plate and jj’s empty one, moving to the trash can to clear your plate of its contents and then putting both in the dishwasher. you turned just as the front door opened, catching a blur of blonde hair as the person ran toward the bathroom.

“really have to pee guys, hold on!” their voice shouted out as they went past. you heard the door to the bathroom slam and then it was quiet again.

“so that’s sarah,” pope said with a grin and john b smacked his arm.

“you’ll get along with her, i promise. she’s changed quite a bit since you left,” john b explained and you hesitantly nodded.

“and if you do happen to get tired of her and john here macking, just make your way over to me because i’ll be trying to avoid it too.” it was jj’s turn to receive a smack on the arm for his statement and you laughed.

“noted, thanks. so what are the plans for today? anything specific?” john b shrugged.

“boat ride, probably swimming since it’s hot as literal hell out there. we gotta come in early though, me and sarah are eating dinner with her family and we have to dress up.”

“oh yeah, i forgot rich people dress up to go to their kitchen.”

“actually, jj, we eat in the dining room.” sarah made her way behind john b, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “dinners at six so we need to be at tannyhill by four so i can shower.”

“that gives us-“ pope glanced up at the clock on the wall opposite of where he was sitting for a few seconds before speaking again, “about six hours.” you glanced at the clock, noticing that it read 1:30. you gave a pope a confused look and he shrugged. “clock’s broken.” he held up his arm, allowing you to see the watch adorning his wrist. you laughed lightly at him as he stood from the table. “i’ll pack some food.”

“i brought drinks,” sarah announced and jj cheered. you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself away from the counter you were leaning on.

“nothings changed maybank, you’re still scouring alcohol off of other people. and you’re still shirtless.” he stood up and stretched his arms over his head before answering.

“and i’m still distracting you.” he sent you a wink and you took off down the hallway to search for a swimsuit you had left here.

“only in your dreams maybank.”

“how did you know i dream about you?” you left the teasing comment alone and turned into the room that you had come to find out now belonged to jj. you opened the closet, hoping to find the duffel bag of clothes you know you had kept here but all you found were a few of jj’s hoodies hanging up and an extra pillow that no one used because it was oddly stained and had no case. “your clothes are in the bottom drawer.” you turned to find jj standing in the doorway, pointing to the dresser.

“you folded my clothes and put them away?”

“i was tired of them sitting in the corner of my room,” he shrugged. you made you way to the dresser and knelt down, pulling open the drawer that jj had dedicated as yours. you smiled at how organized it all was, surely none of the other drawers were anywhere close to this neat. you grabbed your favorite red bikini and held it up for jj to see.

“should i go with this one?” his eyes widened slightly when he realized which swimsuit you were holding but he quickly contained himself.

“your first day back and you’re already trying to kill me huh?” you smiled and made your way out of the room, slipping into the bathroom in the hallway to change. once you had, you admired yourself in the mirror. this particular suit had been your favorite because at fourteen, it was your most revealing swimsuit. it got you the most attention and you thought it made you look hot. luckily it still fit nearly the same and made you feel the same as well. it was a nice change from the gray uniform you had become accustomed to over the past two years. you gave yourself a final glance before turning off the light and leaving the bathroom. you left your boots, jeans, and shirt on jj’s bed and made your way back over to his dresser. you took a chance and opened the third drawer down, revealing just what you were looking for. you were right earlier when you assumed that his other drawers were all a mess. you didn’t mind a wrinkled cut off to wear over your bikini though and you tugged the loose material over your head before closing the drawer and leaving the room.

the house was quiet so you made your way outside. sarah and pope were hauling the cooler to the boat from the back of sarah’s car while jj and john b cleaned up the boat a bit. you cautiously made your way through the yard and down to the dock. normally, you could run barefoot across the yard no problem. but after two years of only walking on concrete and the fact that you could see a broken beer bottle near the small fire pit, you decided to take your time. just as you stepped onto the wood of the dock another car pulled into the driveway. you paid no attention to it, more focused on reclaiming your seat on the boat, until you heard her voice.

“you guys planning on leaving without me?” you turned to find kiara walking across the yard, the smile on her face a clear indicator that she had yet to notice you. boys all made remarks back to her and you turned back to your task. you grabbed a beer from the cooler and popped it open before taking your spot at the back of the boat. you looked up and took a drink just in time to see kiara stop in her tracks as she made eye contact with you. she turned to jj who was closest to her and lowered her voice, but you still managed to hear what she asked.

“why didn’t anyone tell me that she was back?”

“she only got here and hour ago,” jj shrugged. he walked down the dock and hopped on the boat, leaving kiara to get over her shock on her own. jj claimed his spot next to you and you smiled as he held out the neck of his beer bottle. you tapped yours against his and you both took a long drink.

“alright everybody,” you looked up at john b who was moving toward the drivers seat, “just a quick recap, please keep all body parts in the boat while it’s moving. i’m looking at you two back there.” he turned and lowered his sunglasses so he was peering over them at you and jj. you giggled but nodded and he turned back around. a swift turn of the key had the old boat rumbling to life and before you knew it, john b was steering you to your normal spot out on the marsh.

the day passed just like they used to. you spent the morning swimming and playing games in the water, the only foul move being someone getting water in another persons beer. once you got tired of the water you dragged yourself up the ladder big john had put on the back and into the boat. you let out a sigh and looked at sarah already curled up on the front. you grabbed your old towel from the compartment, not surprised that it was still there. it smelled a little musty but it would do for now. after laying it out on the floor of the boat, you settled yourself on it and let the soft rocking of the boat settle you to sleep.

you were only awoken halfway back to the chateau when the ss pogue hit a wave made by another boat. the bouncing of the boat on the water pulled you from your dreams and you rolled over to see pope sitting next to you.

“we had to head back so sarah could get ready for dinner,” he explained and you simply nodded and closed your eyes again. the rest of the week wasn’t much different. there were days that kiara or pope didn’t come so they could help their parents and a day that sarah and john b couldn’t come so they could go shopping for midsummers. once jj didn’t come as that was the day he had dedicated to mowing kooks lawns. only once for a few hours did it all overlap and you were left at the chateau alone.

it was like he knew. he somehow knew that you were there and that you were by yourself. the knocking on the door didn’t startle you but the face on the other side did. you opened the door and walked out onto the porch, sitting down on the couch there. he followed, sitting at the opposite side to give you your space. it was silent for a moment, only the sound of the crickets and the water surrounding you until you spoke.

“how was rehab?” rafe nodded.

“good. it was definitely needed. how was juvie?” you shrugged.

“i could’ve gone without it. didn’t get shanked though so i guess that counts for something.” he smiled slightly at the fact that you were comfortable to make a joke around him and pondered his next words.

“i’m guessing you heard about everything that happened while you were gone?”

“definitely not everything but that one big thing i was definitely caught up on.” rafe nodded slowly, looking at his fingers in his lap.

“so, you know what i did?”

“which part?” he sighed and looked out over the water. you watched him as he thought about how t answer you, opening his mouth and then closing it again, not seeming the words to be good enough. instead of making him answer, you gave him something else to think about. “tell me your side of the story. why did you do it? what was happening that made you think you needed to do what you did?”

“who are you my therapist?” he asked as he finally glanced back over to you.

“i’m just trying to figure out if i can justify what happened. if i can talk to you without being scared for my life. if i can trust you like i did before i left.” he took a deep breath as he thought of where to start.

“he was taking the gold. at that point i didn’t know about it, i was just under the impression that he was taking sarah on a business trip to the bahamas. he had just thrown me out of the house, essentially shit all over me and took my inheritance of the business away. i was coping the wrong ways and then i find out that she was taking my place.”

“so you’re coked out and angry and ward and sarah.” he nodded.

“i broke into the house and stole one of his guns. took my truck keys and managed to roll down the driveway in neutral so they didn’t hear it start. by the time i got to the airport i wasn’t sure if i wanted to kill sarah or prove myself to my dad somehow. but then i saw peterkin with a gun aimed at him and it’s like i suddenly had clarity on what i was supposed to do.”

“prove yourself to your dad.” he nodded again.

“it seemed like it was the right thing to do at the time. but now- now all i can think about is how my dad pretended to call for help. he was going to let her die not to save me but to save himself. to save his image. there wasn’t a single day i spent in rehab that i wasn’t praying that she would come out of that coma.”

“rafe you’re not even religious.” he chuckled.

“that’s how bad i knew i fucked up. i just, i hate myself for ever getting addicted to that shit, you know? like, they talk about relapses and shit but i’ve gone and gotten rid of all of what i had left, even the emergency stash. i used to like the feeling i got when i was high but now i just- i never want to feel that way again.” it was silent for a few minutes, you weren’t sure what to say to him. ‘i’m proud of you’ didn’t quite feel right so you just stayed quiet. “i’m supposed to tell her i’m sorry.” you turned your head to look at rafe but he was watching the birds out on the water. they dove down to catch a fish and then landed on the dock to eat it.

“what do you mean?”

“part of rehab, apologizing to people i’ve wronged. peterkin’s a big one. sarah was the easiest. i need to talk to your boys at some point too. i really want to turn over a new leaf and try to actually make something of myself, you know?” you nodded. you had heard this from him a few times before you had left but he never sounded as genuine as he did right now. “but peterkin, i’m scared to talk to her. i’m scared to have to look her in the eye after what i did.”

“that’s a step in the right direction, rafe.”

“what do you mean?”

“if you’re scared to face her that means you’re owning up to what you did. you feel guilty. you feel ownership for what happened. that’s good.”

“well, i’m glad that me feeling like shit is good.” you laughed and he smiled slightly. he glanced down at his watch and stood.

“i gotta get going. i’m helping wheezie and sarah with some beach cleanup thing.”

“wow, when you said you wanted to start new you really meant it.”

“well, i’ve spent my whole life building up bad karma so now i gotta try and reverse it,” he said with a smile that showed he was joking. you rolled your eyes and stood up as well.

“just stay out of trouble ok? i’ll let jj know that you want to talk to them.” rafe nodded and began to walk off the porch but stopped himself.

“oh shit, wait. the whole reason i came here.” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, pulling out two one-hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you. “i wanted to put this into your account but they wouldn’t let me because of some kind of legal thing, i don’t know. but i want you to have it now instead. use it to help out until you’re able to find a job.”

“rafe-“

“don’t refuse the money because you want to be a nice person. just take it.” you slowly reached out and pulled the money from his hand. “great. i’ll see you later.”

“yeah, see you later rafe.”

when saturday rolled around the pogues were all back together again. you were laying on the couch watching the morning cartoons with you hand in a box of cereal and your legs propped up on jj’s lap. every once in a while he would chuckle at the television or hold his hand out toward you for some cereal but other than that he was quiet. sarah and john b were still asleep in his room and no one particularly wanted to go in there to wake them up. pope had gone outside a few minutes ago to look for something he recalled leaving on the porch and kiara was scouring the fridge for something to eat.

“how do you guys manage to live off of a carton of milk and oreos?” she asked as she all but slammed the refrigerator door shut.

“why come here and complain when we all know you have plenty of food at your house and a chef to cook it for you?” you remarked, not once taking you eyes off of the lazy town rerun. she was silent for a moment before making her way out the front door. you turned to look at where she had just left and then looked to jj. “was it something i said?” he laughed silently at your question and held his hand out for some more cookie crisp, which you happily gave him.

you had mostly been avoiding kiara all week. sure, she had been on a boat or in a house with you for the majority of it but you tended to ignore her or pretend she simply wasn’t there. only twice, including now, had you talked to her, both being sarcastic remarks to a dumb sentence or question she let escape her mouth. what made it worse was the way she was treating you. she hadn’t attempted to talk to you at all but she watched you from afar like she wished you’d talk to her first. she watched with wide, pitiful eyes, thinking that you couldn’t see her. but you did, and you hated it. she didn’t deserve to pity you after what she had done.

you could hear her talking to pope out on the porch for a few minutes before both entered the house again, taking a seat at the table. it was silent for a few moments, save for the tv show playing, before kiara was speaking. again.

“you know, john b lives here and i get why jj practically lives here now too but why haven’t you gone back home yet, y/n?” you rolled your eyes at the question, not wanting to actually answer her but deciding to play it somewhat nice.

“just like it here better.” you shrugged and then shoved another handful of cookie crisp into your mouth. she was silent while you chewed but then she spoke again.

“you know, i don’t know why you’re being so cold to me. what have i ever done to you?” you stood from the couch so fast that you nearly spilled the box of cereal spinning around to face her.

“do you really want to go there?” she looked up at you wide eyed, obviously not expecting this reaction from you. “you don’t get to pretend that i’m the only one able to speak out of the two of us. you could’ve come to me first instead of staring at me like a lost puppy all week.” you were shouting but you couldn’t care less about the fact that two of your friends were sleeping just down the hallway.

“well i know i would’ve gotten a reaction like this.”

“and rightfully so, kiara. ‘what have you ever done to me?’ do you really want me to bring that up?” she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.

“well considering i’ve never done anything to you, i’d love to hear what you have to bring up.” you narrowed your eyes at her and placed both hands on the table, leaning over it to get closer to her.

“i hope you realize that i had all the time in the world when i was gone to just sit and think. to think about how i got there.” your voice was flat and even at this point and all eyes in the room were on you. you heard a door open down the hallway but paid no attention to it as kiara spoke again.

“and what exactly does that have to do with me?”

“it has everything to do with you!” you were yelling again as you threw your hands up but it didn’t matter. john b and sarah were joining jj on the couch so why try to contain your volume. “you’re the reason i got caught! you’re the one that called the cops!” you saw popes eyes go wide and heard sarah gasp from behind you but kiaras reaction was all you saw. she seemed calm.

“that’s an empty accusation. why would i do that?”

“we both know exactly why you would, kiara. it was just after you started at the kook academy. you had ditched us and you told everyone it was because you liked that lifestyle better but i was the only one you told the real reason to, remember? it was because you had made that stupid no pogue on pogue macking rule in seventh grade when john b had a crush on you but then you started liking jj! so you left to try and get over him.”

“ok? so? what does that, secret by the way, have to do with you getting caught?”

“you liked jj, you got mad when you saw him kiss me at that party. simple. you didn’t think i saw you watching but i did. you looked hurt. it’s why i told jj that all it could be is a kiss. because even though we were barely friends anymore, i couldn’t stand to knowingly hurt your feelings.” kiara seemed to be affected by this as she finally looked away from your piercing glare and down to her lap.

you had told yourself that you wouldn’t need a jacket. it was summer and it wouldn’t be cold. unfortunately for you, the weather had a different idea and once the sun dropped, so did the temperature. jj noticed you shiver once and was immediately at your side.

“are you cold? i brought a jacket. i left it over on that log.” he pointed off to his right and you noticed his hoodie lying on a log that was washed up a bit away from where the party was happening.

“that would be really nice jj, thanks.” he led you over to his jacket and picked it up, handing it to you. you passed him your drink to hold as you slid it on and then wrapped your arms round yourself to absorb the warmth. “i’m already feeling much better.” you smiled and jj returned it.

“you look cute in my clothes,” he said and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“thanks. they’re comfy.” it was silent for a moment as you both looked at each other. before you realized it, jj was leaning in and placing his lips on yours. you kissed him back for a moment but pulled away. you managed to catch sight of kiara over his shoulder. you could tell by the sad look on her face that she had seen what happened.

“jj, i’m not really into you like that,” you told him. it hurt your heart to lie to him but it hurt worse to hurt kiara.

“oh, ok, i get it. can we still be friends?”

“yeah, of course. pogues for life, right?”

“pogues for life.”

“you were mad. i get it. we were still pretty close up until then and you didn’t know that i had turned him down. all you saw was betrayal from your best friend at the time. so you did what you do best. you got revenge. you called the cops. somehow you found out what we were planning and you knew we always went to the bluff. you thought you could get both of us in trouble but unfortunately for you, you forgot jj has a small bladder when he smokes.”

you laughed as you watched jj attempt to balance on one foot. he wobbled back and forth a bit before putting his arms out for balance. he wobbled some more and you laughed at the obscenities leaving his mouth.

“how are you so good at this?” he asked as he sat back down. he picked up the blunt that he had set on the ground just a moment ago and lifted it back to his lips. you shrugged.

“i don’t know, i guess it just comes naturally.” you sat down across from him and put your hand out, smiling once jj put the blunt in your fingers. you lifted it to your lips and breathed in, savoring the feeling of the smoke filling your lungs.

“ok, you know what? i have to pee.” jj stood up and started walking down toward the beach.

“don’t take forever like you did last time!” he waved over his shoulder to show that he heard you but didn’t turn around. you took another hit before laying flat on your back, looking up at the stars. a moment later, you heard someone approach and chuckled but before you could say anything, a flashlight was being shone in your face.

“maam, what are you doing up here?” you could attempt to hide everything but there was no use. the cops had clearly seen the blunt in your hand and everything else strewn out in front of you so you sighed.

“are you really gonna make me answer that or can we just draw conclusions?” you heard the officer sigh and she motioned for you to stand up.

“alright then, i won’t cuff you if you voluntarily come with me. you out here by yourself?” you nodded and she eyed you. “all by yourself? past dark?”

“most people don’t know this is here, i figured it was pretty safe.”

“alright, let’s go.” she picked up the bag of weed you had left and escorted you to where she had parked the car, opening the back door for you and closing it after you had gotten in. you looked out the window as she drove away, hoping jj wouldn’t freak out too bad about you disappearing.

“i bet you were shocked when i was the only one who got in trouble. and i bet you forgot it was my third strike. all you wanted was a little fun, to see both of us hurt. well look where we all are now, kiara. i think you’ve caused more than just a little hurt.” kiara was silent, as was the rest of the room. she shook her head after a moment.

“that’s not entirely true.”

“really? what exactly did i not get right then?” you asked, trying to catch her in whatever lie she would try to make up to save herself.

“i lied. i did have a crush on jj but the reason i left wasn’t because of that, it was because of you. and you weren’t my best friend at the time, i had already met sarah. i just wanted you to think i was still at least a decent person so i didn’t cut you off like i did everyone else. if i was going to get you in trouble i didn’t want you to be able to know it was me.” you thought for a moment before speaking again.

“ok, so then why did you look sad when jj kissed me?”

“i wasn’t over him yet. i really was sad but that’s not the reason i called the cops on you.”

“then what was the reason?”

“you just- you made me feel like i was nothing.” you were silent, trying to comprehend what she was saying.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“you always left me out of the loop! you never told me anything! you were always keeping secrets.”

“you called the cops on me- no, you got me sent to juvie because i wouldn’t tell you a secret?”

“everyone knew the secret beside me! and anytime i asked about it you would get mad and ignore me! or you’d fly off the handle and be pissed off for the rest of the day! and i was tired of it. i just wanted to feel included but no. why should i be?” you were fuming. you had come to terms with what you had thought she had done before but now you were absolutely burning. while you tried to calm yourself down enough to speak, pope raised his hand slightly and spoke up for the first time since the argument began.

“i’m, if we’re talking about her dad, since you said that you asked her about it pretty often, then i’d just like to point out that i don’t know anything about that either.”

“i have no clue about him either,” john b said.

“jj is the only person that knows because he is the only person i felt like telling,” you said in a soft, nearly calm but about to break voice. “he’s kept it a secret no matter how many times you’ve nagged him or the other guys about it, even though the other two don’t know.”

“so not only did you break the no pogue on pogue macking rule-“

“jj kissed me, i don’t think that means i broke-“

“you also broke the no keeping secrets rule!”

“fine!” you yelled, throwing your arms up into the air. you were finally at the end of your chain. “you wanna know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? fine. 17 years ago, ward cameron had an affair with my mom. not that random lady i live with but my biological mom. yeah, bet you didn’t know i wasn’t actually related to her did you? my mom, she became obsessed with ward but he didn’t want anything to do with her. he wanted to keep her a secret. he wanted to pay her to stay quiet, to keep my real father a secret, and to stay away from him. he had bigger things to worry about. bigger things like the birth of his new, conceived in wedlock baby, sarah. but my mom didn’t want that, she wanted him. but guess what? he had his family. so after i was born, my mom went crazy. she went psycho. she killed elizabeth cameron and she didn’t even bat an eye at what she had done.” kiara’s jaw had dropped as you recounted the story to her, your voice never lowering from the yell it had started at. the others just watched and listened with shocked expressions. all except jj and sarah, both of whom already knew the truth. “but you know what kiara, ward still didn’t want me. he didn’t want his image to be ruined by some bastard child. so he paid off the media to keep the murder motive a secret from the public once the trial started and then he found the first foster parent he could for me on this island. he found the first person willing to take a child support check from him and he dumped me there. and maybe all those fucked up reasons are why i didn’t tell you anything about my dad.” you gave her one final glare before storming over to the door and slamming it open. you stomped down the porch steps and into the grass, this time not watching for what you might step on. you heard the door fly open behind you but didn’t pay any attention to who was following you, not until they were running in front of you and putting their hands on your shoulders to stop you. “jj, i need to leave.”

“let me go with you, please. i don’t want you going off on your own when you’re this angry.” you sighed. now that you had stopped walking you realized how much the argument and the yelling had drained you.

“can you drive me?” he nodded.

“yeah, you get in the truck, i’ll go get the keys.” he jogged back inside and made it back to the driver seat of his truck in the same amount of time it took for you to get to the passenger seat. “where are we going?”

“tannyhill.”

#outer banks #jj maybank #rafe cameron #kiara carerra #pope heyward #sarah cameron #john b routledge #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic

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The Empress (pt. III)

Hello lovelys! Incase no one told you today, I think your spectacular!

Also, lets be real. This part really shows how much I love Buff Techno

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, blood

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The Emperor was asking you to sit and eat with him. With his family. You didn't want to come off rude or impolite, so you simply nodded and walked over to the remaining open seat. Phil pulled the chair out for you a bit, you lowered yourself onto it and pushed yourself in.

To say the room was beautiful was a understatement. The table was made of elegant dark oak, the edges lined with detailed gold. The chairs matched the table with wood. But the seats had a plush Black velvet cover over the cushions. The backs of the chairs stood taller than you, Techno's chair was the most detailed and the tallest out of them all. When you glanced up at Techno you were only met with the skull staring forward.

You honestly became nervous now. Your hands grew clammy as you held a bit of your cloak. Yesterday you had no problem being in front of this family and now you were terrified of offending them. The Family was known for being nothing short of dangerous, and blood thirsty. Yet when you look to Philza, or Wilbur who sat in front of you. You couldn't see how, they were perceived as dangerous. Don't get yourself wrong, you saw how Techno could be seen as terrifying, the man stood at well over 6ft, maybe approaching 7ft?

Wil watched you a bit, taking note of the complex look you had. "So where are you from?" He asked simply, taking a drink of his milk. "Dadza said you were wearing really light clothes when he met you." The boys tone was casual. Trying to set your wild nerves at ease.

"O-oh, I'm from a little village in Madagascar" techno's mask faced you as you spoke. Showing you had his full attention. "It's pretty... small..." You tried of how to explain it but, every way you turned it in your head, it was still bland.

"What's your village like? For the small size is it well off or strugglin'?" Phil inquired. At this a few butlers came out with platters of food. They placed a plate full of eggs, toast, sausage and oatmeal in front of Techno, Phil and you. Talk about a meal fit for a king- no pun intended. Techno only nudged his mask up a tad more. His mouth now visible more. Your eyes lingered on him. A slight scar could be seen on his lip, it looked a bit fresh if your being honest. You averted your gaze before he noticed your lingering eyes.

"It's... struggling. We were slightly larger, but years ago there was a raid by some Pilliagers" you couldn't help your face twist into a bit of disgust. After how they humiliated your village, and father, you couldn't help hold a high distaste for them. "They ransacked what we had. The men of our village defended what they could, but too many lives were taken if you ask me." You took your fork into your hand, starting to cut up the egg.

"Did you loose anyone close to you?" Phil spoke between bites. Only speaking when his mouth was empty. You hummed and nodded as you chewed your food. Waiting to respond out of courtesy.

"I lost my uncle, but that luckily was all. My father was injured too, but he survived.” your eyes scanned your food, slightly pushing the food apart so it wasn't touching. “I was too young to understand when it happened, but I guess one pillager took a swing at his leg. It never healed properly since during the attack, the Pilliagers targeted the women and children mostly. Who for the most part were in charge of medicine and occasional potion brewing" You could feel Techno's lingering eyes on you. He ate in silence only listening.

"I'm sorry to hear of your uncles demise. however, we are glad that you are ok." Phil said, resting a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. You smiled gently and nodded. the action was similar to that of what your father did. Even if Phil didn't recognize it, the little actions he did put you at ease.

Everyone ate for a bit longer. the sounds of silverware and plates clinking were the only sound that filled the room. Techno finished his plate first. Neatly setting his dishes together. Phil and I worked at our plates still. Mostly because we were the ones talking. "What made you get into Smithing?" Phil asked. Having previously recalled you mentioning the blade was your creation.

You took a sip of Orange juice to clear your throat of food. "When my father was injured our family suffered. Smithing was how we made money. My father couldn't stand long- he still cant. even if he could, I'm pretty sure the hammer would be too heavy for him." You paused thinking a moment. " I think I was eleven or twelve when he started showing me the tools and the trade. After a few months I could put a tool out. By no means was it good though.” You could still remember the first tool you put out. It was a twisted, warped mess. At the time you were proud, but now you rather not admit it was yours. “By the end of the year I at least could put something worth a show out. Ever since then I just continued. I didn't know how to sew or weave like my mother so I never strayed from the forge."

"It was somthin' in your blood" Phil commented. You tilted your head slightly as you ate a bit more. Starting to feel utterly stuffed. "A lot of trade's or artistry’s get passed down so long that it just becomes part of their heritage, they seem to have a natural born talent for those knacks." He fallowed up with. "Techno is like that with sword combat" you herd a sound of disagreement from under the boar mask.

Wil decided to chime in now. "If your blade pasts the test, what will you do with the money?" You thought a moment. In your heart you knew you had no use for it really. Your father and village however did need it.

"I'll probably give it to my village and my father." It was a simple and cliché answer but you meant it. "I have a roof over my head at home, parents who love me, support me. For once I wanna support them." You set your spoon down. Only having ate half your oatmeal, feeling too full to finish. "My village also needs the help. The baker. The farmer. They all could use a bit of spare change." You looked up from your plate to face Phil. His eyes were kind. They glittered like your fathers, when he was proud.

"Your very kind to offer your riches to others." you didn't expect Techno to voice his opinion. But you graciously took his complement. Your cheeks a faint pink. As you nodded. He moved his mask back to where it fit comfortably. He stood up from the table. the action commanding attention, The mask faced you. "Fetch your blade. I wish to test it."

Ok now the nerves really set in. You stood outside on a snow covered training ground. Your head was covered by a cozy fur lined cloak. Beside you stood Wilbur, and Philza. You had the cloth wrapped sheath in your hands firmly. The sword secure in it's place. Waiting for someone to release it and show the strength it held.

You were unsure where techno was, he was supposed to give the test but as it stood, he was nowhere to be seen. That is until he turned the corner with a thick wooden log over his shoulder. You couldn't help how your jaw dropped. You knew he had to have some strength but you didn't expect him to turn the corner with a good size Hickory log. He dropped the log in front of Phil, Wil and I. Next to it was a rather large block of ice, and a Anvil. Once Techno situated the log securely in the snow he unchained his cloak. Handing it off to Phil.

There he stood. This monster of a man. broad shoulders drawn back, his posture perfect. Where he looked as strong as twelve oxen, he also had a elegant, ethereal beauty. His jaw was sharp, lips drawn into a thin line. His hands, although gloved, moved with precise elegance. When he breathed a puff of cloud would push itself out of the Boar's empty nasal cavity. He looked terrifyingly beautiful.

He turned to you and outstretched his hand. A wordless request for your blade. You bit your lip. The moment had come for you to truly test it. Carefully you unwrapped the cloth, the simple sheath was the underwhelming part of the blade. however when you moved the Sheath towards Techno he made no comment on the simplicity.

His hand easily took the handle. Skillfully he pulled the blade out. The black blade shimmered brilliantly. The purple-blue pearlescent really popped against the snow. When he saw the color of the blade you could have sworn you saw his hand falter slightly. “tis’ a beautiful blade...” was the first comment. “what is made of?” he inquired.

You swallowed the slight lump in your throat. “It’s Netherite and Diamond” You didn't expect them to know what Netherite was, but the look Phil gave you shown that he very well knew what it was. Even Techno turned his head to face you. This is the part where you wondered if you shouldn't have said the true material.

“Netherite eh?...” the angle was just right, you could see into the empty eye sockets and pinpoint techno’s eyes. they lingered over your blade fondly. he seemed very familiar with that type of material.

You watched as he took notice of how the blade was well balanced. The handle was comfortable and surprisingly it fit his hands. He tossed the blade between his right and left hand. Seeing how it felt. Mentally he assumed the blade's handle would have been made small to accommodate your own hand. But he was pleasantly surprised to see you took account that maybe you would not be the one handling it. He moved the blade back to his dominant hand. Looking to the mound of ice. You felt a hand rest on your shoulder, pulling you away from Techno. You looked up to see who the hand belonged to, only realizing it was Phil. well you stood in front of Phil pressed up to him, you didn't have to look to know how much he towered over you. His wings only adding to the height. you thought it was a tad weird that he pulled you so close, until you realized he did it to Wil was well. The action was out of protection. your gaze shifted back to Techno. He rotated the sword in his hand once. From Phil, Wil, and your stance, all you saw was a quick movement of purple, the light bouncing of the blade beautifully as it swung. He did not delay on his swing back, it was fast and powerful. Techno simply stepped, and swung back down, hard. The idea of being on the other side of the blade seemed impossible to survive. Well he beat the sword edge against the ice, his body moved as if he was reciting a simple dance. He was testing the durability. Seeing exactly how much your blade could take. The sheer force of his hits only needed two, to break the ice chunk in half. Sliding both halves away from each other upon the swords impact. You could only watch in shock. His strength was raw and powerful. You were genuinely terrified for your little sword.

Techno didn't let up his assault. Moving from the ice to the wood in one swift movement. Continuing to strike the hard wood. The woodchips flew in the air, you averted your eyes a bit, worried the wood might hit you. After beating a decent size gash into the wood, you spared a glance back up. He shoved the sword into the snow bank next to him. Lifting the abused log up. Placing his hands on both sides of the gash, he with little struggle, tore the log in half with his hands.

To say that it wasn't a little bit attractive, would have been a lie. Your cheeks were pink again. but luckily you could blame it on the cold nipping at your face. You watched as techno looked at the log, now in two parts at his feet. He made no sound of disproval, or really said anything. He simply took the sword from the bank and looked over at the Anvil. ‘surely he wouldn't hit the blade on the metal’ you thought. Oh, don't worry he would. He looked down to the blade, judging it breifly before glancing the anvil. You looked away, you couldn't watch. the blade was going to break as soon as it hit the anvil. It was evident on why no one was able to past the test. The test was a fucking nightmare.

The only sound you could hear was a harsh ring. He did it, oh shit he really did it. Phil from above you just whistled. “tha’s a mighty blade (y/n).” you spared a glance. in Techno’s hand was your sword. structurally intact. you let out a rather large, breathy laugh of relief.

Techno didn't congratulate you, or make a remark on your blade. instead he removed a glove and pressed his thumb to the blade. He wanted to see if it was still sharp after the pure beating it just took. You watched, now unsure if this was all positive or negative. He hummed, he wanted to say he was surprised. but he wasn't. what you didn't understand, was that he was used to Netherite. He knew it took something almost godlike to break anything with that material.

Although the sword was beat to hell, when he pressed his thumb against the blade and applied pressure, it was still sharp enough to draw blood. He put his thumb to his lips. The hard metallic taste of blood filled his mouth from the cut he received. his lips only twisting into a bemused smirk.

"Your blade passes" he turned to face you. Wiping his bloody thumb on his black pants before offering his hand to you in a handshake. "You are the only one that somehow designed, dare I say it. The perfect blade."

After the event that occurred out on the field you were a giddy mess. You did it. You fallowed techno down the hall. He explained that since you did impress him, he was now wanting to open the table for a discussion and a possible contract. But first, he wanted to know how much knowledge you possess.

He opened a large door that was detailed in gold. when you stepped in he fallowed. walking past you in a easy, lazy stride. You were in his office. the shelves were lined with books, many having titles about Mythology, histories of wars, war tactics, potion brewing, etc. The titles were endless. From the books alone you could assume he probably had knowledge on a plethora of subjects. The walls were high, the detailing never faltered however. Two Antarctica Empire flag's hung on the walls, framing the main desk. There were paintings, but unlike the one of the whole family you saw on your arrival. There was one of Phil and Techno, the mask painted on his face. The second painting was Tech and Wil. But similarly. The mask was present. Looking about a little more, there were also swords of all types on the walls. In the center of the celling there was a massive candle lit chandelier. A fireplace stood tall behind techno's desk. You only assumed the desk was placed there solely for the point of warmth.

Technoblade took his seat at the rather large desk. His posture, was still perfect even when sitting. His hands were folded together. The rings still adorning his fingers. Everything he did, and wore just screamed elegance. "I will give you 3k for the blade. An additional 2k will be added for your trip" he said, his voice still straight.

'Holy shit, 5k? That's far more than I thought' you were speechless. You could already imagine how the money would help. ‘Father could get the help he needed.’ ‘The farmer could build a new barn possibly’ The upgrades flowed through your mind. Hope and joy surged through your veins. "Thank you your Imperial Majesty..."

"You said you used Netherite, correct?" You nodded to him. The mask was facing you, he was quiet. But you assumed he was thinking. "Were did you find the Neitherite?" He leaned onto his desk, moving his folded hands to the desk top. Resting his head on his hands.

"A man in my village had it. It was pretty cheap to buy it off him" you thought back to the man. Trying to recall the conversation. "He uh.." you paused trying to remember it properly. "Oh- he said it was a great material when used properly. But he couldn't understand what he needed to achieve it." Techno stayed quiet a moment.

"So how did you come by the proper techniques?" He questioned. You thought back again. It was a off day when you discovered it really. You weren't trying to use it. It just fell into your pan.

"Well, I was trying to make a diamond sword for a sister village originally. But when my pan was over the fire heating, I had left the room. Not realizing the small chunk of Netherite I had on top of the mantle had somehow fallen in. When I came back I saw the discoloration of the metal, that wasn't normal so I pulled it from the fire. When it cooled I noticed it made a unusual harder substance, so from there I just started experimenting with it" he nodded and pondered what you said. He didn't linger on the subject for long however, Instead he changed it.

"I have a proposition for you. That is... if your interested of course" You looked to him. Showing he had your attention. He had mentioned something along the lines of a deal well you walked down the hall with him. "With your permission, I would like to hire you as the royal blacksmith." The skull never faced away from you. You swallowed thickly.

"You mean... I would work here?" Your brows furrowed. "I don't live anywhere close to here..." he nodded his head, shrugging a bit.

"I'm aware" he paused. "We would give you a room, Pay you weekly, you would have benefits. Access to the best quality material" he didn't rush all the information out. He simply just read the list from his mind. "The only thing in exchange, is for you to make my armor, weapons, and anyone else I deem fit for them." It was a basic comply. He wanted you to work for him. Have your craft explicitly his only.

You shifted your weight as you stood. "Do I have to make a choice now?" You were hoping you didn't have to hurry this. you were already hesitant on bringing the sword down here, but now the idea of staying in this frozen tundra had you uncertain. Yes you would live in wealth, and possible glory. But, at the cost of being over a thousand miles away from your family. You also were still uncertain of the land itself.

Techno shrugged a bit. "I mean, I'm in no particular hurry" he explained. Tilting his head to the side a tad. If you accept, you knew what it meant. Your devotion to a nation, to the royal family, to the Emperor. You really would be making a shot in the dark.

"If I work here. Could I send the money elsewhere?" He watched you. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them eating away at you.

"We can arrange that." You watched him in turn. Trying to see if he had a underlying plan, or possible catch to add. "I mean, I am a lenient man" his hands unclasped. Opening his arms slightly to motion to himself.

"R-right... of course" you nodded. Agreeing with him, not wishing to anger him. He pondered a moment before he stood from his chair. The chains, and pendants around his neck jingling slightly from his movement.

"I look forward to hearing your answer"

About a week had gone by before you had your answer. During the said week you started to notice the family had a slight routine. Phil would come for you in the morning to walk you to the dining hall for breakfast. after that Wilbur would either roam to the music room, or to the library to do some of his studies. Techno was harder to pinpoint, sometimes he would leave to his office, be in the library, or other times he would walk towards the room with the planes. No matter what, Phil kept you in good company and made you fell welcomed.

You choose to tell techno of your answer over dinner. Assuming it would be a decent time since that was when everyone was together. The dinner was casual. Since your stay was expanded, the boys would roam the hall’s in there casual wear instead of there more formal, business attire.

“So I've thought on it..” Your voice broke through the peaceful silence. Techno and Phil lifted there heads to address you. Wil looked up at you as well, the noodles from the dinner slipping from his lips back into the soup bowl. “I’ll work for you... if you would still have me.”.

“of course we’ll have ya’” Phil said, his smile wide. “It’s been nice havin’ someone new and different around these halls” you smiled a little and nodded to him, looking over to Techno.

“I do have two questions though...” techno gave a slight nod to you, motioning for you to continue. "If I choose to quit at any point. Could I?" Techno, hummed and nodded.

"Of course, that would only be right." a bit of weight was lifted from your shoulders knowing this wasn't a endless contract type of deal.

”My other question is a bit personal, but could I go back to my village to explain my new job to my parents? I don't feel right sending it through a letter.” You chewed your lip, hoping you weren't over stepping your bounds of what you could request.

Phil answered for Techno. “I don't see why not, me and Tech were discussing going on a trip anyway.” your eyes lit up, you would see your parents again. “You could tag along with us. of course we’ll be making trips other than Madagascar. techno was talking about visiting Russia, and France” you tilted your head a bit.

“why Russia? you already live on a ice cube” you said, humoring Phil, earning a chuckle.

“They have a few things Techno and I have been looking for” he said, continuing back on his dinner. You thought on it a moment and shrugged. nodding your head, you turned your attention back to your food.

“when would you like to leave?” you asked, curious of when you should pack your bag again. Techno hummed a bit.

“We were thinking of leaving in two days time.” He set his fork down before looking up at you. “I wouldn't worry about packing, we will not be traveling in our typical attire. We plan to dress down” Techno said as he wiped his mouth with the napkin. “I'll have some simpler clothes sent to your room”

You were a little surprised. They planned to travel, but not in there imperial attire? That's what you assumed he meant at least. Either way you were excited. Not only would you be seeing your parents, but you also would be taken to Russia and France. Man if this was your new job, you could get used to this.

@goldensunshineshit @snobunns @olyink @lolitsellieletsgobro

#technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #techno x reader #TE

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griffintail · 3 years

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hellooooo

your parental imagines are so cool! can i request dreams teenage child breaking him out of prison with the help of technoblade ( bc yknow techno owes him a favour 🥴) but you don’t have to add techno or do this request:))))))

❤️

Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy!

Prison Fight

Pairings: Parental! Dream x F! Teen! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of Explosions

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Her father was a lot of things. She had her opinions of him.

One of them was he was an idiot that managed to get himself locked into a prison by the one guy he’s kept under him since the beginning of his land. Tommy Innit was even more of an idiot and yet her father managed to get locked into prison by him.

She needed to get him out now though she supposed. They took everything from him and she was the only one that could get him out. The annoying part was, she was Dream’s child and everyone was keeping an annoyingly close eye on her. She knew they wouldn’t just let her into the prison so easily either. So, she’d need a right man in this endeavor and she figured she could cash in one of her father’s favors.

Knocking on the door, she wore a dark green cloak with her mask on as she looked around to double-check she wasn’t followed. She came unarmed so no one had a reason to follow her. The door opened and Technoblade crashed his arms as he looked at the teenager in front of him.

“I’m here to cash in a favor.”

“If I remember correctly,” Techno walked into his house, (Y/N) quick to follow as she closed the door. “I owe Dream a favor, not Dream’s daughter.”

“My father can’t exactly do shit right now. He can’t even get himself out and I can promise you, he’s tried.” She said as she rolled her eyes at the art of himself on the walls. “And everyone has an annoyingly close eye on me. They know I’ll figure something out.”

“So that’s why you need me.” Techno leaned on the wall with crossed arms. “I don’t know if want to give the SMP land another reason to hate me.”

“Ah, but with this plan, no one will know we organized. Mr. Blade, how good are you and Mr. Minecraft at lying?”

Techno raised an eyebrow. He had to give the kid props; she came with a plan.

…

(Y/N) caught the letter the crow dropped to her and smirked. She owed a certain Mr. Minecraft a few bits of netherite and diamonds and a promise to break him out if a time ever came, but the information he gave was invaluable. Opening the letter, she had a detailed recounting of how the process to get into the prison went and everything she needed to know about the magical effects to weaken its prisoners and visitors.

She jumped off the roof of the home she made for herself away from the people of the SMP that hated her. She’d give them a real reason to hate her now.

…

(Y/N) counted the time away as she stared at the clouds in the sky.

It was a rather beautiful day today as she sat on the black roof. One hundred and twenty-eight pieces of TNT ready to blow at the mark behind her…

“One thousand and forty…Three!” She flipped the lever before diving into the water below.

The TNT blew and it blew up big as she grinned wickedly behind her mask at the clouds of explosions and the sound it gave. It really was a nice day.

Techno would have been in the cell for two minutes if he didn’t piss around as she told him and according to Phil’s timing. So, taking out her trident, she ran from the scene and hid, once more counting away the time as the prison went onto a panicked lockdown protocol. She needed to give Techno time to make it seem he wasn’t making a plan and to explain the plan to Dream.

After an hour and a half exactly, she made her way to the prison. Sam would no be preoccupied and this was the moment. She slipped the codes from her pocket, smirking.

“Thank you, father dearest.” She giggled, having raided Dream’s space to find anything useful.

Useful indeed.

Using what Phil saw and the codes Dream had from Sam, she practically waltzed right in through the guard’s entrances. Sam was nowhere in sight and the lava wall was down, which meant Techno already did his part.

“Seventy-two-degree angle and…in we go.” (Y/N) threw her pearl through the lava, landing on the other side in front of the cell barrier where the pearl shattered into sparks.

“He wasn’t lying.” Dream laughed, his hands and clothes slightly bloodied.

“What did you think, he simply came to visit to have a go with you? Honestly father, use your head.” She laughed, handing him some pearls.

He used one to get on the other side of the barrier and grinned as she smirked behind her mask.

“Now, seventy-two degrees exactly.” She told him before they both got out of the cell. “And out we go!”

Both of them ran through the access points, (Y/N) closing them all behind them before they managed out into the night air.

“Freedom.” Dream laughed. “Techno’s not going to be very happy though about the fight.”

“He better be happy; I’m paying him with my own rewards on top of relieving him of his favor willingly.” (Y/N) huffed as she took off a spare trident, handing it to Dream.

“It was a very clever plan and no traces left behind.”

“I learned from the best.” She bowed mockingly. “Now, I have a home where the fools of this land won’t find us. Let’s get there and you can assume your power once more.”

“Let’s.”

He trained his daughter well and she would easily rule the people of this land. They didn’t know what was about to hit them.

#dream x reader #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction

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anarchy2021 · 3 years

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PSA Day! (Rp etiquette)

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Greetings! You may not recognize me (unless you were watching the debate perhaps, then, sup) as I admit I’ve been a bit…. Behind the scenes as it were (as secretary of VOID there is a lot of looking at the void, usual routine for me mhm mhm). Regardless, I’m Days (or Nights, either or) and for today’s PSA I’m here (along with some words from our recently freed from totally-not-prison president, Graphite, at a later date) to talk to you about roleplay! More specifically, rp etiquette and terms and how that relates to the DSMP and how it should be talked about.

Now now, you might be wondering “oh but what is your experience?” Glad you asked! I’m a long term text rper with over 5 years of experience- and my main avenues of rp are rps similar in structure to that of the DSMP- long term improv driven sandboxes that also have important events planned ahead of time in some regard but are often player driven most of the time. Now, let’s get into it!

Head writers/admins

Let’s start off with a pretty hot topic regarding the server, which is the existence of a ‘head writer’ (usually in reference to Mr. Soot). Now, mainy take this as meaning quite literally a writer- like in a show, but, with what information we have I think it’s safe to say he’s not really that and more along the lines of an rp admin/head. The admin’s main purpose is to keep things structured and organized, as well as putting together the events they’re in charge of. This is pretty much how everyone treats the man anyways, BUT, while an admin is in charge of a lot they do NOT have the final say over everything, particularly in regards to the characters and their players.

Players in an rp for the most part have full control over their characters (within reason and the confines of the rp setting) and an admin enforcing their will onto a character (such as enforcing certain backstory choices that don’t seem particularly wanted. For example, the fridge with c!Phil) is often frowned upon unless there is a good reason for it and discussed with the rper.

It is also notable that just because there is an admin, that doesn’t mean they’re the sole writer/organizer/etc. It is not at all uncommon for specific subplots and or other important events to be headed by players involved in it in this type of rp. This can be seen in practice with how the Eggpire plotline was headed by BBH and the prison plotline was mainly written by Dream and Tommy.

Summary:

- head writer/admins do not and should not control everything

- organise and structure events

- players might admin their own smaller plots within a rp

Narrative consequences

Now, another hot topic- especially in regards to character discourse (my abhorred personally). Narrative consequences. These are generally referred to when someone thinks a character is not getting the consequences for their actions in the story that they should, or (more rarely in my experience) when they feel a character is being punished too hard for their actions. While this is an understandable feeling to have, at the end of the day narrative consequences just aren’t much of a thing in roleplay, at least not to the same extent as a book or tv show.

This is for one simple reason, consequences rely on the character’s actions and how they respond to others around them, if a character does not feel like it’s fit to react or if it angers their character- it is 100% within their right to respond accordingly.

However, there is also an argument that can be made if a character responds to something in a way that doesn’t align with a character’s usual actions. For a personal example, one time in a rp I was playing a character who was intervening when another character was being hurt, however, my character was met with scorn from being somewhat aggressive regarding it- I felt that this was unfair as none of these character showed the same scrutiny to characters who did worse things, and none of these characters had been established as hypocrites.

This grudge lasted the entire rp until my character died. This is a point where believing that the consequences to a character are unjust is more or less fair, but, a character simply not getting immediately smited or a character getting scorn is not automatically a point against the character, especially since an rper cannot reasonably make their fellow rpers react a certain way.

Summary:

- narrative consequences are not the same in RP as in other mediums

- can't force characters to react, or force players to react in a way they don't feel is fit

- but can critique RP if things feel unfairly ooc/inconsistent

Retcons

Next up, retcons. What is a retcon? It’s short for retroactive continuity, in essence it’s when in a piece of media something is changed retroactively- such as a character’s personality, how an event occurred, etc. for an outsider audience perspective retcons are often looked upon unfavorably, as it’s changing something already established which can cause friction among those attached to certain ideas, but in reality retcons are both a neutral concept and fairly normal to occur in rps.

Rps are (generally) not professional writing, they’re things made up on the fly with perhaps a base to work off of (and depending on the rp, not even that. However in the rps I’ve done we generally had character sheets and the like for backstories and all) and thus sometimes mistakes happen. One of the main causes for minor retcons is when details are confused or left out that would have realistically affected the situation or how characters would have responded to it, unless in severe cases these usually happen on the spot and don’t cause much of a fuss.

Major retcons often fall along the lines of players and how they choose to present their character. This is especially common when a player is using a character for the first time or even if they’re just new to an rp in general, sometimes as we rp we simply decide to take things in a new direction and sometimes that direction may cause things already established to be retconned, even if not outright stated.

A good example of this is the enderwalk with c!Ranboo, the enderwalk as it was first introduced is very different than it is portrayed now, likely as a result of Ranboo taking a new direction with his character since then. More widespread retcons may happen if people are unhappy with a certain plot thread, in this case an example would be the canon status of SBI, Wilbur used to push it but Techno (and later Phil) didn’t want it to be canon, so anything about it previously said has been soundly retconned.

In my own case character retcons very often happen to me when I first use an oc, as the character takes a different shape than what I put on the paper in practice, even sometimes within the same rp (one of my first ocs was practically unrecognizable as the same character in the beginning of an rp as compared to even just a few weeks later).

So, retcons are fine and normal to occur, but, like I said- they’re neutral. A retcon can very well be done poorly and cause problems. This is mainly in issue with retcons made that affect highly established and built upon aspects without discussion with all those who’d be effected, this can cause confusion, plot holes and cause characters to be in a weird limbo if they don’t know how to have their character act without whatever was retconned. Major retcons need to be discussed in order to prevent these problems, and in some cases should be avoided entirely- instead it being better to work for a compromise and rework events rather than removing them.

Summary:

- retcons are normal and neutral

- small retcons happened frequently in RP to help keep things going in an improv heavy medium. Usually unnoticeable

- large retcons tend to have with new players, or if the story is taking a new direction.

- large retcons require a lot of communication, and sometimes whould be avoided, instead working to compromise and rework the direction of the RP

Metagaming and godmodding

Metagaming and godmodding are two very important terms to know for rp etiquette and if you’ve done any rping you’ve probably seen these words thrown around in rules lists and such already. These are both ultimately negative things that should be avoided at all costs. What are they? Metagaming is when you use information that you know OOC and use it IC even though your character should not have that information. Godmodding is when a character is taken over by another person for one reason or another against the player’s will- such as having a character react to something without letting the actual rper do it.

The former is a big issue when it comes to discussion of the DSMP and how people interact with it, mainly in the chat and donos. When you are trying to get a character to react to information that they shouldn’t have you are trying to get them to metagame, which is heavily frowned upon in an RP. This is also important to note in discussion, a character not responding to certain important events is not a mark against them if the character has no way of even knowing what was going on, or would not reasonably respond to it with the information they have.

Summary:

- both frowned upon

- god modding is taking over someone elses character

- metagaming is using out of character information to do in character acting

- Meta gaming is relevant to DSMP particular in how it relates to donos and chats. Don't encourage meta-gaming

All of these factors are important to consider when discussing the DSMP and it’s narrative, it’s not going to function the same as other forms of media nor should it- as once you go in that direction you’re competing with the big boys over at tv and at that point things would fall apart. Improv and it’s unique variables is what makes the DSMP, and anything else like it, special and interesting to follow!

#dsmp #dreamsmp #rp etiquette #mcytblr elections #anarchy2021 #mcytblr election 2021 #PSA day #art by Days #long post #editted by zaph :]#first post from yours truly #(thats days not zaph... i post a lot i will not shut up <3)

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smoochkooks · 4 years

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—golden boy (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, disney hercules au, meg!oc, hercules!jk

⟶ summary: jungkook finally has you all to himself. and oh, is he going to cherish the moment wholeheartedly.

⟶ word count: 2.7k

⟶ warnings: virgin!jk, switch!jk if you squint, exhibitionism (they do it outdoors but it’s ancient greece so it’s not even surprising), soft to kinda rough sex, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, jk in a man bun, pegasus cockblocking his partner in crime

a/n: i got cherry vodka drunk and wrote this in two hours. it’s jorny hours so please forgive me for the sins you’re about to read with your very own eyes. hercules is one of my favorite childhood disney movies and watching it today i just couldn’t stop imagining jk as the greek god. if you see any mistakes - please ignore them. it’s almost 2am. enjoy!! xx ps. I had some major difficulties with posting this one so if you were one of the first people to read it and sth was off: read it again now thank u

Jungkook thinks you're the most beautiful person in the whole world.

He hasn't seen many goddesses in his life (hell, he's sure of it, judging by the short period of time he spent on Olympus as a newborn baby-god) but he's positive you would make his aunt Aphrodite jealous. You’re the epitome of his perfection, a walking daydream, his muse and an object of desire.

He could die happily staring at you, though it's impossible due to the fact he's very much immortal. He could travel back to Hades and fight every titan that rots in the pits of Tartarus, just to see you batting your long eyelashes at him or hear you call him ‘golden boy’ again. You quite literally have him wrapped around your finger, not even his father Zeus, the most powerful god in the entire universe managed to convince him to stay on Olympus and bask in the glory with the rest of his family.

Jungkook chose to live his life with you, on Earth, and there's not a single smudge of doubt or regret clouding his brain. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms and kiss stupidi just like right now when it’s dark out and you’re sitting comfortably on the ground near a small pond.

“You saved me once again, golden boy,” you murmur, fingers lazily threading through the dark locks on his neck. It almost makes him purr into your mouth.

“You weren't really in trouble the first time.” He bites your lip in return, eliciting a giggle from you.

“But am I not your favorite damsel in distress, Jungkookie?” You place your palm on his rock-hard chest and push, until he's laying flat on the grass, the starry sky above reflecting in his black orbs. “You're my hero, you know that, right?” you whisper, straddling his lap.

Jungkook's been to Olympus and knows what heaven looks like but this: you above him, your hair cascading down your shoulders, dress bunching up around your waist and revealing smooth expanses of honey skin– is incomparable. It's sweet ambrosia on his tongue, the finest of all tastes, the greatest feeling in the world.

“Am I?” he asks just to hear you say it once again. Instead of responding verbally you lean down to kiss him, your lips molding perfectly together. He groans into your mouth, two calloused palms itching to touch the bare skin of your thighs. Growing bolder, his hands reach further, cupping your asscheeks and pulling you even closer to him.

You smirk into his mouth. “Someone's eager,” you tease but give in anyway, brushing your core over the hard length beneath his tunic.

Jungkook all but moans at that and you relish in the sounds he makes, repeating the movement and slowly grinding yourself on his cock. His face twitches in pure ecstasy and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life– the son of Zeus being at your mercy, helpless to the pleasure you're giving him. “You're going to be the death of me,” he sighs, angling your head to kiss you again. You don't hesitate to oblige, accepting the tongue he slithers inside with a whimper of your own.

“Thank gods you're immortal.” you say in between kisses.

He chuckles lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He bunches the material of your dress in his hands and lifts it off you in one, swift movement. Your nipples harden feeling the soft breeze fanning over your flesh. Looking down, you're met with Jungkook's blown out pupils. He looks so dreamy like this, the most perfect golden boy you’ve ever seen. His lips are swollen from your kisses, hair a little tussled and falling from his bun. A sight for sore eyes, truly.

“You're so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, his palms engulfing your breasts. You moan when he sucks one of the nipples into his hot mouth, fingers threading through his hair and ready to pull. “My goddess,” he chants, switching to the other breast. He flicks the pebbled bud with his tongue and then bites lightly, making you cry out in pleasure. “I love the sounds you make. Want to hear you moaning for me. Give me more, love, please.”

He places his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you off him, laying you on your back. You don't complain about the change, not when he trails kisses down your chest and stomach, not when you feel his hot breath on your womanhood. He's determined to please you, it seems, so he mouths over your undergarments, alternating between kissing and licking you softly through the material.

“Take them off,” you mutter, growing impatient. Jungkook looks up, a devilish smirk on his lips. Oh, how many sleepless nights you spent dreaming of him staring at you like that and practically devouring you with his eyes.

“Won't you beg for me a little, love?” He's too cocky for his own good but you decide to let it slide for now, your urges getting better of you.

“Please, Jungkookie, make me feel good.” you keen in saccharine sweet voice. He doesn't need to be told twice, ripping the undergarments off your body. “Oh, yes!” you moan when he gives you first, experimental lick up your slick folds. He swirls his tongue over your clit, making you choke out a, “Right there, darling, right there.”

Jungkook's certain his newfound favourite place in the world is going to be between your thighs. He's already addicted to your taste, to your smell. He lavishes your cunt with passion, devouring you like the finest meal. He loves the sounds you make, love the little whimpers and breathy moans. He wants to listen to them forever.

He groans into your heat when you pull his hair, pulling away from your pussy with a wet pop. “Do it again,” he rasps against your core and that's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard. You grant his wish, repeating it every time he delivers a toe-curling suck to your sensitive bud. “You're dripping, my love. Is this all for me?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head up enough so you could see his lips and chin glistening in your arousal. He’s getting bolder again but you’re too consumed with your own pleasure to pay mind to it.

“All for you,” you murmur, the pads of your fingers trailing through his locks lightly. He closes his eyes, lets you massage his scalp for a brief moment. “You're doing so good, darling. You're going to make me come.”

He takes it as a sign to continue, diving right into your cunt. He shows no mercy, bringing you to the edge of release. You wonder how could he possibly be so good at this already but then you remember who exactly your lover is– a son of Zeus can only be either a fast learner or natural.

With one, final flick of his tongue on your clit the coil in your stomach tightens and you're coming, more slick gushing out of your and coating Jungkook's face in translucent release. He doesn't seem to be bothered though, licking his lips and chin obscenesly and moaning at the taste. Your hole clenches, needing to be filled.

Jungkook discards his tunic and now you have a perfect view of his sturdy muscles, the byproduct of his training with Phil. You almost drool at the sight, running your palms greedily over the wide expanses of his chest. When your finger ever-so-slightly brushes his nipple, you feel him chocking out a tiny moan. Smirking, you repeat the motion.

“Y/N, love, please don't tease me. I need to be inside you so bad.” he husks when your other hand travels down his abdomen and trails over his aching cock.

“As you wish, darling.” With shaky limbs you manage to turn him on his backside again. Right when you're about to pulls his undergarments down, you hear something rustling between the trees. You stop abruptly.

“Did you hear that?” you whisper, squinting your eyes to see better although there's no use for that during the night.

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Hear what?” he mumbles and props himself on his elbows to look, but then you see it yourself. A glimpse of white fur that can only belong to–

“That stupid horse!” you shriek, covering your bare breats with your hands.

“What?!” Jungkook yells, equally as shocked as you. He scrambles for his tunic to cover your modest figure. “Pegasus! Get out of here!” The magical creature neighs in response and peeks from between the bushes, looking at you pitifully.

“Oh gods, he saw me naked!” you wail, mortified, as Jungkook gets up to scold Pegasus. “I'm gonna die from embarrassment!”

Jungkook angrily gestures to the horse to leave you two alone, standing only in his undergarments. You want to laugh at how absurd this whole situation is. Pegasus nods with his head bowed down. Fulfilling the order, he spreads his wings and flies away somewhere. You hope far, far away from here.

“Hey,” You hear Jungkook's soft voice. He takes your hands in his and uncovers your red face. “We're alone.” he says, smiling apologetically at you.

“I can't believe your stupid, magical horse almost watched us fuck."

“Keyword: almost.”

You cry out, burying your face in his neck. “It's not funny!” you huff, punching him in the chest however you know he probably hasn't even felt it. But you did feel pretty much though; it hurts like you've hit a stone.

Jungkook chuckles, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, rubbing your back soothingly.

You look up to meet his eyes. “Do you?” you repeat with raised eyebrows.

There it goes again, the damned sly smirk. “I'm still very much hard, love, and I'm afraid it won't go away that easily.”

“Yeah?” you murmur, thoughts about Pegasus and his prying horse eyes showed to the back of your head. “And what are you gonna do about it?” You push him onto his back, fingers grasping the material of his undergarments.

Jungkook swallows before saying, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will never even think of leaving me.”

Biting your lip, you slide his undergarments down his toned legs. His cock is just as perfect as the rest of him–long, curved at the top and flaming red, craving to be touched. Using the precum that has gattered at the tip you smear it along his shaft, watching in awe as his face confronts in pleasure. He lets you play with him for a while like that, drive him to the insanity with your teasing.

Just when you're about to position yourself over his cock, he stops you. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.

“I did. Once,” you answer honestly. “But it didn't mean anything to me.” You slowly sink down on him, welcoming the slightly burning stretch with a satisfied moan.

Jungkook hisses, digs his fingers into your waist and you're sure he'll leave bruising marks. “And what does this mean?” he asks, almost chokes out feeling your hot canal enveloping his length.

“Everything,” you breathe out, lifting yourself off him just to slam down hard afterwards. “You mean the world to me.” you say; it’s priactially a whisper. As you're staring into his wide eyes, you can see your love for him reflected in them. It all feels like a dream you don't wanna wake up from.

“I love you, Y/N,” he confesses and you know he means it. “From the moment I saw you for the first time I knew you would be the one for me.”

A lonely tear slides down your cheeks and he catches it with his thumb. “I love you too, Jungkook.” you murmur.

He smiles like a fool, opens his mouth to say more but you shut him up with a kiss and your hips establishing a steady rhythm on his cock. You pull away from his lips, saliva dribbling down both of your chins but you don't care, bouncing on him like your life depends on it. Maybe it does a little.

“So good,” you whimper, the tip of his cock almost hitting your cervix with every stroke.

Underneath you Jungkook looks like he might die right here and there, his chest sweaty and heaving with every breath he takes. He has a vice grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his cock. To your surprise you find yourself liking that side of him, the rough touch of his hands on your skin. You wonder what he's capable of if you push him a little further.

“Oh, gods!” you keen when his cock brushes past the spot that makes you see stars. He fucks into you just in time for you to add, “Just like that.”

As much as Jungkook enjoys seeing you bouncing on top of him, he grows tired of just laying still and taking it. In one, swift motion, he flips you onto your back. You squel after the sudden change of positions but that quickly morphs into a loud moan as he rams his cock inside your cunt.

He picks up the pace, making you feel every inch of him. He stares down where your body ends and his begins, watching his cock disappearing in your hole. You urge him to look at you instead, pull him down to leave a messy kiss on his lips. “Shit, you're so perfect,” he marvels, palms squeezing every part of your body he could reach. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” he spits, leaning to suck a mark on your neck. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it. Love your cock,” you say over the slapping sounds of your skin meeting his. “You're so good to me Jungkookie, so good.” As you feel another, powerful orgasm approaching, you slip your fingers down your body to toy with your clit.

Jungkook catches it and snatches your hand away, replacing with his own. He rubs your sensitive bud fast and hard, making you cry out his name in a broken moan. “Are you gonna come for me, love? I want you to cream my cock like a good girl.” he rasps, slithering himself inside you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

“Yes, yes!” you chant, feeling your cunt spasming around his length. He curses, fucking you through your high. “Kiss me, Jungkookie–please,” you nearly sob and he obliges right away, plunging his tongue inside your mouth to dance with yours. It's messy and wet but you're relishing in it.

He pants against your mouth, his pace getting sloppy. “I'm not gonna last longer,” he stammers out. “Your pussy feels too good, I'm–”

“Shh,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “It's okay. You did so good, darling.” He moans at the praise, leans down to bury his face in your neck.

“Oh gods, I'm gonna–ah, shit,” he groans, thrusts into your cunt a few more times and then he comes, spilling himself inside. “I love you, I love you.” he repeats, breathing heavily down your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, smiling to yourself. “And I love you.” you respond. “But please, for the love of Zeus, get off me or you'll suffocate me.”

Jungkook chuckles, lifting himself off your body. He props himself on his hand and stares down at you. You’ve never felt so happy. It’s right here, with him, that you feel the most acomplished. You wish to make it last forever. He places a kiss on your mouth, a sweet, quick peck before he crashes his body next to yours.

He pulls you to his side and you could feel his heart beating underneath the palm you placed on his chest. It beats with the love he has for you.

“When do you think you will be able to go again?” you ask.

Jungkook cocks his head. “What? Are you proposing a round two?”

“Not exactly,” you quip, your nail ever so slightly brushing over his nipple. “Want you in my mouth this time.”

“You little minx.”

You smirk. If his already semi-hard cock is anything to go by, you have a long night ahead of yourself.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 131

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Word Count: 3,805ish

Summary: The fight continues.

“Y/N? Did you do it?” Steve asked, still fighting off the creatures attacking them. No answer though. “Y/N?” Still nothing. “I need eyes on Y/N!”

“I’m heading to the lab now!” Bucky responded.

“She seems to be in a trance,” Shuri finally answered, coming up to Y/N. “Her eyes are glowing the same color as the Stone, but it’s clear she’s not really here.”

“And the Stone?” Steve wondered.

“Floating in between her hands. But I can already tell there’s a protective barrier around it. We won’t be able to get to it.”

“I’m here! I’me here!” Bucky exclaimed, running to Y/N’s side. “Shit.” He knelt in front of her, knowing not to touch her. “Steve, we’re going to have to wait this out. Waking her isn’t going to be a smart option.”

“Stay by her side then! She’s one of the few things stopping Thanos from succeeding.”

“On it.”

“I’m going to secure the lab,” Shuri stated, rushing off with the guards.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed. “Where’ve you gone now?”

~~~

Y/N was kneeling in the common room of the SHIELD base she had once called home. Everything had an orange tint to it, so she knew she was in the Soul Dimension. Standing up, she observed the room. No one was there and it looked like it had those many years ago when they first had found the base. Untouched, undamaged, ready and waiting for adventure.

Confused as to why she was there, Y/N stood up and began to make her way around the base. Memories of all the good times and bad she had shared with the team crossed her mind. She had completely forgotten about the troubles in reality as she wondered, eventually finding her way to Coulson’s office. With a shaky breath, she opened the door. Looking around, she froze when her eyes saw it. Saw him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Coulson smiled. He was in a black suit, sitting against his desk. “Told you I’d always be there.”

“Phil?” Y/N gasped. “What… how… this means… you died.”

“About a week ago.” Coulson stood up straight, unbuttoning his jacket. “May should have sent you a letter. Though, I understand why you haven’t gotten in yet.”

“Why are you here?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. “The Stone brought me here. I immediately knew it was because of you though. What’s going on?��

“I… Thanos is coming for the Stones. I was in Wakanda, trying to destroy the Soul Stone and now I’m here.” Y/N looked around. “They told me… they warned me.”

“Who warned you? About what?”

“The Stones warned me that if I tried to stop them, they would stop me. This is them doing that.”

“Why would they do that though? Aren’t you suppose to save the universe or something?”

“I am… just not yet… people are going to die. And I won’t be able to stop it…”

“People die every day, not everyone’s deaths is your fault.”

Y/N shook her head. “This is different though, Phil. So very different.”

Coulson sighed and walked over so that he was standing in front of Y/N. “Always been so stubborn and full of heart. But instead of staying here feeling guilty about it all, before it even happens, you need to focus and beat this Stone out.” He set his hands on her shoulders, looking at her square on. “You need to get out there and help everyone else.”

“I don’t—“

“No excuses. Focus. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and focus.”

~~~

Back on Titan, the small team there was trying to recover from a moon being thrown at them. Iron Man took the biggest hit. Moon-chunks were still flying everyone, with random debris as well. Mantis, Drax, and Star-Lord were all unconscious, flying through the air. Luckily, Spider-Man was still conscious. He swung through the air, catching the unconscious Guardians.

“I got you!” Spider-Man exclaimed, webbing Mantis. “I got you!” He snagged Drax next, securing both of them to something not moving. “I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names!” He then reeled in Star-Lord.

Dr. Strange and Thanos began battling each other. Both using their available powers to counter the other. After Strange duplicated himself, Thanos used the Reality and Power Stones to discover the real one. He then used the Reality and Space Stones to pull Strange forward, letting Thanos grasp him by the throat.

“You’re full of tricks, wizard,” Thanos said, reaching for the necklace holding the Time Stone.

“No!” Strange yelled as Thanos snapped the necklace from his neck.

“Yet you never once used your greatest weapon.” Thanos crushed the necklace with his bare hand. “A fake.”

Angry, Thanos threw Dr. Strange and his head hit a rock, causing him to pass out. Almost simultaneously, a red and gold device slapped into the palm of the Infinity Gauntlet, bracing the fingers open. Iron Man then made a fast and hard entrance.

“You throw another moon at me, and I’m gonna to lose it,” Tony said, clearly done with Thanos.

“Stark,” Thanos greeted.

“You know me?”

“I do. You and the girl aren’t the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“My only curse is you.”

Small rockets popped out of Iron Man’s back and launched at Thanos. The rockets all exploded on target, momentarily shrouding Thanos in smoke. Before it cleared, Iron Man pile drove into Thanos horizontally, using his single super jet boot. As he bounced off, Tony flipped and stuck the landing, immediately re-configuring his boots into ground clamps and his gloves into rocket-driven battering rams, punching Thanos into the ruined wall behind him.

Thanos shook it off quickly. He reached forward and tore Iron Man’s helmet off, revealing Tony's surprised expression before the suit recovered automatically and re-formed his head protection. Thanos made use of the delay and punched back hard, sending Tony sliding meters away and giving Thanos time to rip the brace device off the gauntlet. He immediately used the Power Stone to stream energy at Tony, who formed a shield to kneel behind just as instantly, getting pushed back even further by the incredible force.

Iron Man slid out from behind the shield, letting the angled energy push him away for a faster start, and whipped back to Thanos. Tony kicked at the Titan with his left foot, turning the boot into a ground clamp at the same time to pin the gauntlet. He kept twisting while his left glove became a ran again, slamming into Thanos’ face and cutting his cheek.

“All that for a drop of blood,” Thanos panted.

Thanos smiled before punching Iron Man, sending him pinwheeling. He then started beating him with his fists. Iron Man attempted to block the blows with his forearms, but Thanos was relentless, picking him up by the helmet and blasting his midsection with the Power Stone. The gaps in the nano tech suit were gaping, as the armor lost the ability to recover from the intensity and extent of the damage.

Iron Man landed hard from the Power blast, struggled to one knee and fired his right hand repulsor at the inexorable Thanos; the beam was easily deflected by the gauntlet. Tony got to both feet as the suit tried to complete repairs, adding the beam from his left hand as well. Thanos walked right up to him, and backhanded the incomplete helmet completely off Tony's head. He crossed his arms to block a blow from Thanos' gauntlet, and had his left hand caught over his head.

In desperation, Tony formed what's left of his right glove into a short-sword, which was also easily caught by Thanos, snapping it off clean and driving it through Tony's left side. Thanos then walked Tony back until he was sitting, and placed the gauntlet almost comfortingly on Tony’s head.

“You have my respect, Stark,” Thanos said. “When I’m done, half of humanity will still be alive.” He let go, straightened and stepped back. “I hope they remember you.”

Tony was a little distracted with the pain, blood drooling out of his mouth and compromised breathing. Thanos raised the gauntlet, closing his fist, all three of the Stones glowing.

“Wait,” Thanos said, noticing the problem. He unlisted his hand and looked at the side of the gauntlet where the Stones sat. “The Soul Stone,” he growled. He looked around, realizing that someone had been missing from he whole fight. “The girl.” He glared at Tony. “Where is she?”

“Away… from here,” Tony panted.

“AHH!” Thanos screamed, powering up the gauntlet.

“STOP!” Strange shouted. “Spare his life… and I will give you the Stone.”

“No tricks.” Strange shook his head and Thanos pointed the gauntlet at him instead.

“Don’t!” Tony pled.

Dr. Strange reached up and plucked the Time Stone out of its hiding place. His opened his tremoring hand and the Stone floated to Thanos. Strange and Tony watched as Thanos took the Stone and dropped it into the thumb setting, the energy pulse making him wince.

“Two to go,” Thanos stated.

An energy blast hit the gauntlet and Thanos grimaced in surprise. Screaming in incoherent rage, with his helmet up and firing from both hands, Quill came flying straight for Thanos. Thanos didn’t bother responding to the assault, simply using the Space Stone to disappear. Star-Lord flew through where Thanos had been and crashed, rolling several times.

“Where is he?!” Quill exclaimed, standing and de-helmeting. Tony was stitching up his stab wound with his suit. “Did we just lose?”

Tony looked at Dr. Strange, clearly saddened. “Why would you do that?” He asked.

“We’re in the Endgame now,” Strange responded.

~~~

“Focus harder, Y/N!” Coulson ordered. “The Stone is trying to keep you in here. You need to get out there and help your team.”

“I know, Phil!” Y/N responded, frustrated. She ran her hands down her face. “I know…”

“Momma!” She heard a boy’s distance cries. “Momma!”

Y/N looked up, standing front he seat she was in. “Is that… no. Impossible. He’d be just a year.”

“Age doesn’t work the same in the Soul Stone,” Coulson replied.

“Momma!” The cry was frantic, clearly something was wrong.

“AJ?” Y/N responded.

“Momma!”

“AJ!”

A little boy, probably no more than six, came barreling into the room. He quickly latched onto Y/N and she bent down to hold onto him.

“AJ,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. She pulled back and knelt down, cupping his cheeks. “You’re so big.” He was the perfect mix of Y/N and Tony.

“There’s a problem, momma,” the little boy told her, trying to catch his breath.

“A problem? What’s the problem?”

“With daddy! He’s in trouble.”

“Dad? What’s wrong with Tony?”

“Thanos hurt him and now Thanos is headed for Earth. You have to do something.”

“I will, sweetheart,” she pressed a kiss to his head. “I will. Can you do something for me, AJ?”

“Of course, momma.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at her son. “Stay with Uncle Phil, okay? He’ll take care of you while I can’t. And don’t worry about me or your dad. I’m going to fix this.”

“Okay, momma.”

“Your momma and daddy love and miss you so much, you know that right?”

“I do,” the little boy nodded. “I love you too.”

Y/N gave a teary eyes, tight lipped smile. “That’s a good boy. You go stand back with Uncle Phil, alright?”

“Alright momma.”

She stood up as her son hurried over to Coulson. Her and Coulson made eye-contact. “Take care of him.”

“Are you kidding?” Coulson smiled, picking up AJ. “I’ve always wanted to be Uncle Phil. Now, focus.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. She held her hands in front of her, palms up, as she closed her eyes. She could feel the Stone pushing against her, wanting to keep her there. But she wouldn’t let it, she had to be stronger. Focusing on the need to leave and the power surrounding her, Y/N began to channel it. Quickly, she could feel the power building inside her, begging to be let free.

“Keep going momma!” She could hear AJ cheer.

Y/N took in as much power as she could, before she felt like she would explode. Opening her eyes, she looked at Phil and AJ. They were both taken back my the incredibly amber shade Y/N’s eyes had taken, but they knew it was the Stones.

“Don’t let him forget me,” she told Phil.

“Never,” he responded.

With one last look at her son, Y/N closed her eyes and turned away. Letting out a painfully scream, the power inside her blasted out, cracking the inner walls of the Soul Stone.

~~~

“Bucky!” Steve called. “How’s it going up there?”

“She hasn’t moved, Steve,” Bucky responded with a shake of his head. “She’s— wait.” Bucky looked closer at the Stone floating between her palms. “The Stones cracking. She’s doing it!”

“Let me know when she’s done.”

“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky muttered. “You can do it, doll.”

As the Stone shattered into pieces, falling onto the ground, Y/N shouted out in pain. Her hands found the floor, stabilizing her from falling on her face.

“Oh my— Steve, she did it,” Bucky told the others, pulling Y/N into his chest. “She destroyed the Stone.”

“Good,” Steve replied. “Now you two need to get down here and help us hold them from getting Vision.”

Bucky held Y/N close, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You did it, doll.” He rocked them. “You did it.”

“Bucky…” she whispered, pushing away to see his face. “I—“

“Everyone, on my position,” Steve directed over the comms. “We have incoming.”

“What the hell?” Nat wondered.

“Cap,” Bruce said, “that’s him.”

“Eyes up,” Steve ordered. “Stay sharp.”

“Get us down there, Y/N,” Bucky said. “We have to help them.”

Arriving through a portal, ready to fight, Y/N and Bucky watched as Steve didn’t even get to strike before he was set back by purple energy from the Power Stone. T’Challa tried next. His armor was fully charged, kinetically, and he leaped high, claws extended. He was easily grabbed by the throat and punched to the ground, his armor discharging violently. Falcon was next, swooping in, but was stopped when his wings became rubbery and unable to sustain flight.

As Rhodey tried to stop Thanos next, Y/N noticed Vision and Wanda off to the side. Vision was kneeling before Wanda as she was channeling her energy towards the Mind Stone. Bucky rushed up to Thanos next, only to be punched away by the Power Stone. With a shaky breath, Y/N stood in front of Thanos.

“There you are, my little one,” Thanos smirked. “You took something from me.”

“It wasn’t yours to keep,” you responded.

“You know, the Stones warned me about a person able to channel them and use them to destroy me. I just didn’t imagine them like… this.”

“And I didn’t imagine you purple, but I guess we all have our disappointments.”

“I know what you did with the Soul Stone. You're foolish to think that could possibly stop me.”

“You’re foolish to think I can’t.”

Channeling the Stones, Y/N began to fling debris and rocks at the Titan. Only for him to block and destroy them before he was hit, also by using the Stones. Okoye flung a spear at Thanos as Y/N tried to keep him distracted. Unfortunately, Thanos was still able to throw both Okoye and the spear to the side, all while fighting Y/N and wrapping Natasha in bands of Earth. Groot tried to use the roots to stop the Titan, but Thanos easily broke them as he blocked Y/N’s assaults.

Finding a lucky moment of weakness, Thanos was able to fling Y/N across the clearing. He marched over there, ready to punch her, but Steve slid under his fist. The Captain screamed as he tried to hold Thanos off. Thanos, though, slammed his other fist into Steve’s head, rendering him insensible.

“Steve,” Y/N muttered, crawling over to her brother. She gently shook him. “Steve, come on.” Nothing.

Panting and aching, Y/N looked up just in time to see Wanda holding back Thanos while finishing off the Mind Stone. Y/N gasped sharply as a pain rolled over her whole body. Thanos walked closer to Wanda as their energies subsided and Vision fell over, lifeless.

“I understand, my child,” Thanos said. “Better than anyone.”

“You could never,” she snarled.

He reached down, stroking her hair. “Today, I lost more than you can know. But now is no time to mourn. Now… is no time at all.”

He reached forward, clenching the gauntlet. The Time Stone glowed and flowed green energy around his fist. In response, time began to reverse. Y/N could feel the Soul Stone and Mind Stone repairing themselves.

“No,” she gasped. Trying to stand up, she watched as the Mind Stone and Vision became intact and conscious once again.

“No!” Wanda screamed, lunging for Vision before she was swatted away.

Thanos picked up Vision by the throat, lifting him to eye level before digging his hand into Vision’s forehead and yanking out the Mind Stone. He pulled it loose and Vision immediately went limp and colorless. Y/N tried to run over there, only to be knocked down by Thanos tossing Vision at her.

Setting the Mind Stone in place, Y/N noticed the Soul Stone appearing in front of Thanos. Angrily, Y/N portaled in front of him.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me now, my child,” Thanos smirked.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try,” Y/N responded.

She opened a small portal, using it to grab the Soul Stone before Thanos could. Thanos growled as his hand swiped over where hers just disappeared. Before Y/N could do anything, suddenly she was wrapped up in roots and slammed against a large tree. She groaned at the impact she took, especially where her head was concerned. Thanos marched over, chuckling darkly.

“You can’t over power me, even with the Stones on your side,” Thanos said.

Taking a shaky breath, Y/N tried to channel the Stones to get free. Her breath hitched as she could feel the Stones but they wouldn’t let her use them.

“We told you this had to happen,” the Stones taunted her thoughts. “We told you that we would stop you.”

Y/N breathed shakily as Thanos used the power of the gauntlet on her. She screamed out in pain as her had was forced open and the Soul Stone was freed. Thanos smirked as he took the Stone and put it back in place. The energy surge from the gauntlet caused Thanos to bellow and Y/N to cry out in pain again. She could feel it all, but not access the power. Tears built up in her eyes as she met Thanos’.

“I’m so sorry, my child,” he said, not sounding sincere at all. “I wish there was another way.”

He lifted the gauntlet at Y/N, powering it up. Bracing herself, she clenched her eyes shut and turned away. But before Thanos could blast her, a bolt of lightning strikes him, digging him into the ground and grinding him back. Thor arrived, eyes glowing with power. He raised his new ax above his head and hurled it at the Titan. Thanos fired with the whole might of the gauntlet against it, but it didn’t slow the ax. The ax slammed right into Thanos’ chest. Thor landed in front of Thanos.

“I told you,” he growled. “You’d die for that!”

Thor took hold of the back of Thanos’ head and forced his ax in deeper. He stared at Thanos angrily as the Titan cried out in pain.

“You should have…” Thanos said weakly. “You… You should have gone for the head.” He lifted up the gauntlet and snapped his fingers.

“NO!” Thor screamed.

Y/N let out a scream that sounded that she was dying, cause she sure felt like it. She could feel the Stones working together to complete Thanos’ plan.

“What’d you do?” Thor asked. “WHAT’D YOU DO?!”

Y/N cried as Thanos used the Space Stone and disappeared. She was still suck on the tree. Steve stumbled into the clearing, holding his left side.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asked. “Thor… where’d he go?”

“Steve?” Bucky called, coming into the clearing. “Y/N?”

Bucky and Y/N made eye contact as he suddenly stumbled over and collapsed into ashes. Steve, in shock, walked over and touched the ground where Bucky’s ashes were.

“BUCKY!” Y/N screamed. “NO!”

Letting out a loud, sorrowful cry, the roots holding Y/N to the tree burned off her and she fell to her knees. She could feel the Stones letting her access them again, almost in a taunting way. With heaving breaths, Y/N lifted her head up and watched Wanda, Sam, Groot, and T’Challa all disappear, turning into ash like Bucky.

“NO!” She screamed again, unleashing a wave of power from her that rippled across the battlefield. “No….” She whispered.

~~~

On Titan, the team was collecting themselves. Mantis propped up Star-Lord, Spider-Man helped Tony to his feet, while Drax and Nebula managed to limp over on their own.

“Something’s happening,” Mantis said before disintegrating into ashes.

Quill looked behind him to see Drax disintegrate.

“Quill?” Drax said as he dissolved.

Quill stared in horror as he turned back to Tony, who was starting to panic.

“Steady, Quill,” Tony told him.

“Aw, man,” Quill said, also disintegrating.

“Tony,” Strange called calmly, “there was no other way.” Then he disappeared as well.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter said, realizing he was fading away. Tony stared, horrified. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You’re alright,” Tony said, trying to be calm but his voice was shaking and he was looking at Peter in terror.

Peter was stumbling towards Tony, terrified. “I don’t know what’s— I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t—“ He fell into Tony’s arms, clutching him tight while beginning to cry. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go… I’m sorry.”

And then Peter turned to ash in Tony’s arms. Tony fell forward from the lack of weight in his arms, staring at his hands in disbelief.

“He did it,” Nebula stated.

~~~

Steve, Thor, Rhodey, Nat, Bruce, and Rocket were all mourning near Vision’s dead body. Y/N was still on her knees beneath the tree, holding and rocking herself as she cried.

“What is this?” Rhodey asked. “What the hell is happening?”

“… oh, God.”

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Here. You now what, take this. It’s not really tickles, per se, but boy is it affectionate. Have fun, little beans.

Philza gets his wings preened. That’s it, that’s the prompt. Also, it’s SMPEarth. Fight me.

The sound of a scratching quill echoed in the room. The crackle and pop of a warm fire surrounded the winged man at the desk, orange-yellow light flickering and shifting with its every whim. The smell of charcoal and pen-ink left a faint imprint in his nose, giving him a slight urge to sneeze. Smoothly pushing himself away from the desk in a small attempt at getting himself more comfortable, he stretched his arms out skywards, wings unfolding in a glittering blanket of stars and galaxies and obsidian and everything that one could associate with the ivory sight of the night. As his wings shifted in the soft light, the white diamond shapes on the edges of his wings rippled across the vast expanse of feathers, dancing softly in the deep waters of his mussed-up appendages. He yawned, tears springing up a little in his earnest fervor of movement. Looking at the book and quill lying innocuously on the polished spruce desk, he chuckled quietly at the page he was currently stuck on. ‘Out of all things to get stuck on, I got stuck on the aspect of combat that I do the best in.’

He stood up from the desk, world tilting precariously from his sudden change of balance. Stumbling a little, he stepped down the stairs into the large area of the living room. Groping around in the relatively dark area for the light-source lever, he sighed in relief when the lights burst to life. The sound of torches crackling in and around the room soothed his frazzled nerves. He sank into a nearby couch, cooing softly as velvet enveloped his twitching wings. His eyes shifted skywards again, instincts pushing him to spread out his wings and fly, fly into the deep, shifting skies. But it was late. The sky grew too dark to see, not without the light of a few lamps of some sort. And he certainly didn’t want to anger any neighboring countries, not without Techno’s help. So he sat there, relaxing in the surroundings. But something was off. He knew it. The itching in the very edges of his wings told him exactly what he needed to know. He sat up, ramrod straight.

‘God, why do I need to preen so much? Really, I’m not even in molting season yet!’ At his command, his midnight-hued wings extended, flapping slightly to give himself a little more space to work with. He focused on the right wing first, straightening the crooked feathers there. Feather after feather was aligned. The sound of the grandfather clock in the edge of the room went unnoticed. Too absorbed in his work to notice the sound of the door opening and the howling wind of the outside area, the winged hybrid froze at the familiar monotone voice echoing behind him.

“Phil. Need help?” He jumped slightly, wings folding back in surprise. Before he knew it, he had let out an embarrassingly high-pitched ‘peep’. He whirled around quickly, blue and white bucket hat making a small ‘whoosh’. Techno raised an eyebrow at the reaction, before beginning to take off his cloak. “ ‘m not kidding. I need your wings to be in tip-top shape. We’re going to fight Spain eventually, you know? Viva la revolution.” Philza felt blood rush to his cheeks. “Y-you- I- b-barely even know you yet-” Techno turned to look at him dramatically, long pink hair framing his movements elegantly. He narrowed his eyes a little, tusks shifting a little from its constant natural pout into a real one. “Barely know me? Now that’s just mean.” He stepped onto the fluffy doormat, rubbing his hooves on it in an attempt to get off as much snow as physically possible. He hung his crown on a hook before stepping slowly towards the bird-man, not wanting to startle his (relatively new) ally.

Philza shied away a little, wings fluffing up defensively. He cast his eyes to the side, stuttering. “I-Ididn’tmeanitlikethatit’sjustwellIjustmetyouawhileagoandpreeningisareallyreallysensitiveaffairinavianslikemeand-” He covered his mouth with one of his hands, eyes wide in shock. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll just g-go!” He got up quickly, legs shaking. The sound of his feet padding on the floor quickly cut through the soft, relative silence of the mansion.

The sound of his feathers rustling was the thing that made Techno realize the change in the situation. The piglin hybrid turned to look at the staircase he disappeared into in almost disbelief. Key word- almost. He sighed, hitting himself on the head gently with the heel of his hand. “Stupid. I should have known.” His gaze shifted to the imprint where the flighty warrior was minutes earlier, noticing the small feathers splayed out on the couch here and there. He closed his eyes, trying to think of what the reason for plucking out such small feathers would be. ‘Curse my memory. Do I really not know why he might have done this?’ He wracked his brain for answers for a few moments more, before sighing and pulling out a book from one of the chests. “Now, where is it?” He flipped through the pages, parchment making small crackling noises as he moved through it. “How to pet your avian friend, making small talk, blah blah..there!” He opened the book fully, triumph full on his features. “How to preen your avian friend platonically! I thought I haven’t read it!” He perused through the pages at a speed only english majors with a burning hatred of long-term work can handle, before closing the book quietly. He whispered softly to the voices, “You think we can pull this off?” The voices whispered bits and pieces of encouragement, with little to no spam for once in quite a while. He grinned a little, ears flicking happily. ‘It’s been a while since they haven’t spammed something. It’s good to see they are beginning to realize the idea of less is more!’ (They did not realize this. This became apparent later in his life, when he decided to meet with him and his old allies on the DreamSMP.)

He sneaked up the stairs, tail flicking mischievously behind him. The sounds of the floorboards creaking made him wince a little, hoping his shy ally would assume that was simply due to the howling storm outside the large building. Creeping up the stairs slowly, he scanned the room for the familiar sight of dark black wings. When he saw none, he stood straight up, frowning a bit. “Where would he have gone?” He checked the whole of the room much more thoroughly, even going so far as to check underneath the large desk that Phil loved to work at. As he came out from the area underneath, swearing softly to himself when he bumped his head on the way out, he glanced at the words on the page. Crimson eyes widened in realization. ‘Oh, he must have went to the dressing-room to go out.’ He chuckled lightly, mischief glinting in his eyes once again. ‘That just means I get to ambush him in a completely different way. Seems like a piece of cake for me.’

Philza was completely and utterly flustered by the piglin, There was no way around this fact. Even though more than half an hour had passed since that incident, his heart refused to stop racing. Everytime he felt that he was finally getting over it, the ever so slight itch of his wings would remind him. He groaned, gently falling to the floor in a heap. ‘If I can’t deal with him simply asking me, how am I going to deal with the real thing? Wait.’ He paused, squeaking louder at the idea he just insinuated. ‘Did I just talk about the real thing? Nonono, there's no way I’ll let him touch my wings. No, no. No way. Not in a million years. No, not him. I can’t get attached. What if he’s just doing it for affection? He might not know what he’s doing. I can’t let him. No.’ He shook his head vehemently. Pleased with the result of his thought processes, he got up, gently putting on his training kimono. A hiss of discomfort escaped him as one of his pinfeathers brushed against the light fabric as he donned the second part of his garment. The sound of hoofsteps increasing in volume made his heartrate soar. A gentle rap at the door confirmed his suspicions.

“Phil? May I come in?”

He turned around quickly, heartbeat pumping loudly in his ears. He slipped over his words, mind blank. “I-I uh, y-yeah, fine! C-come in?” The squeak of the door made him jump slightly, wings splaying out a little. Techno peeked in a little, braid dangling down from the angle that he was looking in. Philza focused on that, trying his utmost to look like the hardcore warrior that he knew he was. ‘Curse my instincts! He’s not a predator, he’s an ally!’ “Hallo.” The piglin warbled out his signature greeting, moving into the dressing room as slowly as he physically could muster. “This good?” He nodded, wings fluttering slightly in indecision. “I..just noticed that your wings are a little mussed. Want me to help? I can leave if you want, just wanted to help.” Philza’s traitorous instincts chirped with delight at the idea. ‘New flockmate? Flock? Yes? Pig is friend!’ The other part of his mind screamed in fear. ‘He’s the Blood God! He can off us in one hit! Leave, leave, leave!’ He looked at the other in a mixture of trepidation and resignation, a look that one rarely sees on such a powerful and shifting warrior as he. He sighed in defeat, opening one of his wings fully for the other.

The look on the Hypixel warrior’s face made up for the embarrassment he felt. His face lit up, tail wagging quickly behind his sleek form. He gently grabbed at Phil’s hand, pulling him towards a more comfortable spot. Cheeks burning, he let the taller of the two lead the way, winged ears wiggling slightly in mortification. Techno led them to a large room that he hadn’t seen before. Interest piqued, he looked around at the relatively blank interior with curiosity. The builder part of him screamed to furnish it. The rest of him simply focused on the way Techno looked at him with the soft look of someone more than an ally out of the corner of his eye. ‘Does he want to be...more than allies? I sure hope he understands what it means to preen one another...or we’re going to have problems.’

Smirking slightly, Techno pressed a small button off to the side of the room, listening for the telltale signs of pistons pushing blocks upward. A large, perfectly-sized cushion came into being in front of the duo. The pink-haired warrior looked at the other expectantly. With uncertainty clear on his face, the man sat on the cushion, head tilted slightly in puzzlement. Techno chuckled lowly. “Lay down flat on your stomach. That’s what it’s for.” Understanding lit up the man’s face, before a similarly bright blush covered it. He covered his face with one of his hands, looking through slightly to look at the (extremely amused) piglin. “O-oh.” Almost reluctantly, he laid himself down as the other instructed, wings fluttering nervously before laying at his sides, drooping over the cushions like a large, living blanket.

Techno walked over to Philza, smiling secretly to himself. ‘Score.’ He parted the feathers on the edges of his wings, watching the man’s facial expressions carefully. He sifted through the feathers as the book instructed, rubbing gently at the base of the feathers as he went. With every touch, Phil’s mind clouded over with relaxation and happiness. A soft wave of calm and lightness enveloped his chest and wings. He trilled quietly, eyes lidding slightly as Techno massaged all the spots on his wings he couldn’t quite reach. The piglin moved from the primaries to his secondaries, making the man underneath him trill even louder.

“Oh, Techno..that feels amazing…”

“Good.That’s good to hear.”

He scratched gently at the skin underneath, eyes widening a little when the bird-man giggled softly. ‘He’s ticklish? I’ll have to save that for later.’ He rubbed softly at the feathers, straightening the crooked ones Phil failed to reach. The cooing and chirping that Philza made could be a song itself. He found himself being lulled into a sense of security by simply hearing the high, lilting notes that the hardcore warrior made. The peace of the moment could not have been shattered, not by anything that would be able to live and breathe after the duo was done with it. Techno shifted a single hand over to the other wing, other hand buried deep into Philza’s coverts.

Philza was in heaven. If he hadn’t met the goddess of death before, he would have thought that he had been murdered or was dissociating from how little he was able to move away from him or escape the numbingly pleasurable warmth that was his ally’s-no,friend’s- hands. He melted into the cushions, mind numb and blank save for the never-ending instinctual voices in his mind. ‘Friend. Preen. Flock, good. Yes.’ After what felt like a blissful eternity of preening, Techno took his hands off of the other. Phil’s wings chased after his hands a little, the owner of the appendages whining quietly at the loss.

A brief moment passed before Phil finally snapped back to attention, rolling unceremoniously off the cushion and onto the padded floor, still cooing a tiny bit. Stretching his wings and shaking them out, he got up from the floor, smile plastered on his face. The shyness had leaked out of his eyes a little, making Techno wag his tail in mutual joy. “So, Techno. What is this room for, anyways?” Techno scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well, you see...how do I explain this?” It was the piglin’s turn to be shy. Philza cocked an eyebrow playfully, wings fluffing up in content. “...I read that avians like you like to have a place to make a nest..so...I cleared out a spot for you to stay? You can make your nest here, I won’t bother you.” He turned around, clearly embarrassed.

The bird-man felt a rush of serotonin cloud his mind again. ‘This man decided, with all of the things he had to do every day, that he had to read a book to make me feel more comfortable? Me? That’s so...considerate of him...maybe...I should return the favor..’ He moved closer to the piglin, nerves coming back to life for a quick moment before he wrapped his arms around his waist. The other startled slightly, turning to look at him a little. “Wha-” He wrapped his wings around him, surrounding the warrior with a blanket of warm feathers. “Thank you.” Techno tensed, before relaxing in his clutch. “No problem.” The sound of the fireplace began to die down, dwindling to nothing in the work-room. But Philza didn’t mind. And neither did Techno. After all, what’s better than warm piglin fur and large, feathery blankets the color of pitch and ink?

#downywrites #mcyt tickle #but not actually #it's just for the touch-starved people #anyways #how do I tag this specifically #hmm #lee!philza #sort of #ler!techno #also sort of #wing preening your honor #my writing

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years

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and the void looked back to say i love you (Part 6)

A/N: welcome to the last part of this fic!! I may one day revisit this osmp au, but for now this part of their story is over. see you in the reblogs!!

Warnings: anxious thoughts, kidnapping, violence, unwanted flirting, death of insignificant characters, eldritch horror elements (this time it’s more legit, kristin goes off but there are also the strangely wholesome void lady moments as well), bickering, teasing/banter

Masterpost

It was hard to tell the passage of time in the void. But Kristin knew the time to visit the Overworld was fast approaching, and she flowed anxiously through her domain, formless. The void was clinging but comforting, and part of Kristin wondered why she even wanted to leave such a place. The void, her domain, her home- could she just leave it, even for a day?

The answer came in the form of a crow, looking rather ruffled and cawing in distress. Kristin took form immediately, her smaller “Phil-sized” one, dark wings flaring and wrenching herself up and out of the void’s grip. She held her hands out so the crow could have a place to perch, but the bird didn’t land- instead circling her head and cawing insistently. She peered over to the entrance, trying to see if Phil could explain what got one of his crows so riled up- only to see no one there. Kristin got a sinking feeling in her stomach- it wasn’t like the crows to be without Phil.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Phil?” Kristin asked, head turning to try and follow the bird’s panicked flight. The crow let out a warbling, mournful cry. Kristin couldn’t understand what it was saying, but she knew now that without a doubt, something was wrong… and something had likely happened to Phil. The crow swooped down and grabbed a lock of her hair in its beak, trying to pull Kristin to the tunnel entrance- not that she needed much convincing to leave now. She flew up to the entrance, grabbing the edge and pausing only for a moment before hoisting herself out. Her domain tried to follow after her with inky tendrils, causing the crow to squawk in panic. Kristin stood at the tunnel’s edge, a little unused to feeling something solid beneath her, and looked to her domain with a soft smile.

“Stay here, I will call on you if I need you. I won’t be gone forever,” she soothed the void, letting a tendril curl around her wrist. It didn’t speak, per se, but she could sense the feelings of concern and care it sent out, wishing her well before the tendril uncurled and sank back down into her domain below. She gazed at her domain for a few moments, before the crow cawed insistently, swooping down to pull at Kristin’s hair again.

“I know, I know. Let’s go,” Kristin said, turning her back on the void and making her way up through the tunnel. Torches lighted her path up to the Overworld, until she saw moonlight peeking through twisted tree roots. The crow flew ahead of her, cawing even more persistently now that it was outside. Kristin made her way out past the tree roots, momentarily distracted by the grass beneath her feet and the reflection of the moon in the lagoon before her. She turned to look at the lightning-scarred tree behind her, a house up in its gnarled branches. She looked back to the lagoon, and noticed a little shack diagonally across from the tree on the other side of the water. Then past the shack, she saw them. A caravan of sorts, with a chain of carts and people shouting. The crow flew towards the caravan, hovering in midair to look back at Kristin. With a determined nod, she followed the crow.

They made their way through a spruce forest on one side of the shack, the trees giving them cover. The crow perched in a tree on the outskirts of the small forest, and Kristin hid behind the tree, watching the caravan with a horror-stricken expression. A group of people she didn’t recognize were herding a menagerie of hybrids- a few hybrids that Kristin recognized, a few she didn’t. Among the ones she didn’t recognize were a slime hybrid, a fox hybrid, a boy seemingly made of stars, and a small man perched on the shoulder of the star boy, all inside one of the carts of the caravan. Another cart had a tank filled with water, and Kristin watched as a girl with axolotl-like features was unceremoniously dumped into the tank. Two more men were trying to corral a blaze hybrid, a bee hybrid, and an enderman hybrid into another cart- and Kristin’s heart dropped at the last group of hybrids. The ones she recognized. Tommy was trapped in a net, being dragged towards another cart as Wilbur struggled against the hold of two men on either side of him.

“Stay put, phantom. Or the birdie here gets it,” one of the men said, flicking out a knife and holding it to the throat of the last figure Kristin recognized- Phil. His wings and arms were bound to his body with some sort of netting, and two men were holding onto his shoulders- one of them doing it one-handed to hold the knife to his neck. Wilbur’s eyes flashed green, but he stopped fighting against the men holding him back.

“Hey! Be careful with that one, he’s an elytrian. Haven’t seen many of those in years,” one man, possibly the leader of the group, said with a cruel grin.

“Only because hunters like you hunted my people down!” Phil said viciously, straining against his bonds and the men holding him back. The man only grinned.

“Oh I know. That’s why when I heard rumors of a winged man around this place you call Ringlake, I had to see for myself. And not only have I caught myself an elytrian, but a jackpot of other hybrids. Guess I have you to thank,” he said, and Phil’s expression dropped, face going pale. Anger boiled in Kristin’s veins, and she started to move from her hiding place- until a ruckus of commotion stopped her.

“One of the fucking hybrids is loose!” one of the hunters cried. Kristin watched from her place in the shadows to see Wilbur, free of the men that were holding him and eyes glowing a vibrant green. He shoved one hunter away from Tommy, who was still trapped in a net. The hunters that were holding him before lunged at Wilbur, but he winked out of existence before they could reach him, causing them both to tumble face-first into the dirt. He shimmered back into existence with a smug grin, which quickly turned to a determined frown when the hunter he had shoved before scrambled back to his feet, sword drawn. He grabbed a sword from one of the hunters lying face-first in the dirt, taking a protective stance in front of Tommy. The hunter ran at Wilbur, their blades clashing as Wilbur managed to hold him off. The swords strained against each other as the hunter tried to push Wilbur back, but he merely turned invisible again, causing the hunter to stumble forward. Wilbur appeared behind him, slashing at the hunter a few times before going invisible once more, the hunter swinging his sword in a wide arc out of frustration. Wilbur came at him again from out of nowhere, but this time the hunter managed to shove him onto his back, pressing a boot to his chest and holding him down as he raised his sword again.

“No!” Kristin cried, running out into the open, unable to stay hidden any longer. Everyone froze, gazes snapping to her. A curious and intrigued expression came over the lead hunter’s face, before a grin took its place.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here?” he asked, voice sleazy and making Kristin bristle in discomfort. Phil snarled at the man, trying to lurch forward against the two hunters holding him back. Kristin smiled fondly at Phil’s protectiveness- it was sweet, but not needed. The smile turned sinister as she looked to the first hunter, pleased to see him pale a few shades underneath her gaze. She unfurled her dark wings, and mentally reached out to her domain far below. The temperature dropped suddenly, and inky blackness rose from the thin ravine that gave Ringlake its name.

“You will die first,” she said simply, her voice echoing with raw power. The lead hunter tried to scramble backwards, but she hardly gave him a chance to scream before a tendril of the void lashed out, grabbing him and pulling him down, down, down into her domain below. The hunter pinning Wilbur down was next, and she relished in his scream as a sickening crunch was heard when a tendril grabbed him. One of the hunters holding Phil was smart, choosing to try and run away- but he wouldn’t escape. A tendril grabbed him and pulled him down to the depths of the void, while the one who foolishly held onto Phil with his knife still drawn was plucked up and thrown far away, Kristin not bothering to look where his body landed. The rest of the hunters surrounding the other hybrids were plucked off one by one, either dragged down or thrown far from Ringlake. She didn’t care if the ones thrown survived or not- if they did, they could spread the message that Ringlake was not to be touched. The lake and the people who lived in and around it were her domain, just as much as the void was.

“Kristin?” a voice asked, tone soft and edging on mildly terrified. Kristin blinked, letting the void sink back down to her domain as she turned to face the source of the voice- Phil. A mix of awe and terror was clear in his expression, and a few final flares of anger shot through Kristin as she saw the way he was still bound by the netting, feathers rumpled and sticking at odd angles through the net. She should have made those hunters suffer more for even touching Phil and the rest of her family- but all was said and done, at least they were safe now. She called upon the void one last time to reach out and slash through the netting. Phil stumbled to one side in surprise once he was free, watching the tendril of the void sink back into the thin ravine.

“Are you alright?” Kristin asked, stepping forward and reaching out towards Phil a bit timidly. There was no denying the stillness and silence that hung in the air, and Kristin wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They were safe now, couldn’t they see that? Kristin’s worries were soothed when Phil rushed forward into her arms, holding her tight. Kristin all but melted in relief, one hand going to comb through his ruffled feathers and unable to hold back the smile at the relieved coo she got in response.

“I’m alright now, thanks to you,” Phil said softly. He pulled away but didn’t go too far, linking arms with her as the two of them turned to the rest of the hybrids. Wilbur had helped Tommy out of the net, while the blaze, enderman, and bee hybrids helped the axolotl girl out of the tank. The bee and enderman hybrid looked closer to Tommy’s age, while the blaze hybrid and axolotl girl looked a little closer to Wilbur’s age. The star boy, who was helping the slime hybrid, fox hybrid, and the small man out of the barred cart with a blast of starlight, looked around Wilbur’s age as well. She couldn’t quite figure out the other hybrids, all of them physically being much smaller than the rest of the kids, but that didn’t necessarily mean they were younger. She locked gazes with the star boy, who looked curious instead of terrified, unlike the three hybrids clustered around him.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“That’s my mum!” Wilbur piped up, before Kristin had a chance to respond. Kristin chuckled fondly at the resulting bewildered expressions of the group.

“You can call me Kristin. I’m the Queen of the Void,” she clarified.

“I’m Scott, a starborne. Thank you for saving us- me, Fundy, Charlie, and Sneeg have been held captive by those hunters for a while now,” Scott said, gesturing first to himself, then the fox hybrid, then the slime hybrid, and then the small man on his shoulder as he listed off names.

“I don’t see why you couldn’t have done your starbolt thing sooner,” grumped the fox hybrid, Fundy. Scott frowned at his shorter companion.

“Well then the hunters would have shot me and made me go supernova, taking you guys with me,” Scott reprimanded. Fundy muttered something incomprehensible, but shrugged in defeat. Scott gave a smug grin in response, and Sneeg jumped down from Scott’s shoulder to continue heckling Fundy along with Charlie. Kristin couldn’t help but smile fondly at the display, already hoping that the group of hybrids would stick around Ringlake.

“Are we not gonna talk about how when Philza looked into the void and the void looked back, he decided to marry her?” the bee hybrid piped up. The enderman hybrid smacked him on the arm, while the blaze hybrid shook his head and the axolotl girl giggled.

“Tubbo,” Phil said reproachfully.

“He is surprisingly correct,” Kristin said with a shrug.

“The first person who looked back at me when I looked at them was Ranboo! Does that mean I get to marry him?” Tubbo asked, looking to the enderman hybrid beside him.

“Mate, you’re a little young to-”

“You can’t marry Ranboo, you’re my best friend!” Tommy said incredulously, interrupting Phil.

“Ranboo being my husband doesn’t make us not best friends!” Tubbo retorted, crossing his arms and hovering above Tommy. Ranboo just stood behind them, gaze flicking between the two boys with blatant confusion.

“Boys, you can marry whoever you’d like when you’re older,” Phil said, trying his best not to laugh.

“I’m okay to wait to marry Tubbo,” Ranboo replied with a shrug. Tubbo cheered, and Tommy instantly began whining about losing his best friend to a “fuckin’ enderman.” Kristin shook her head, and looked to the blaze hybrid and the axolotl girl- who had jumped into a nearby pond during Tubbo and Tommy’s bickering.

“You two must be Jack and Niki,” Kristin said, remembering the names Tommy had mentioned the other day. Niki popped her head up from the pond, nodding excitedly.

“Ayup, void lady,” Jack said with a wave.

“Thank you for saving us!” Niki exclaimed, tail splashing excitedly behind her.

“Of course! One of Phil’s crows came to me in distress, I had to come up here and save my family,” Kristin said firmly.

“Aww, that’s so sweet! Wil and Tommy are lucky to have a mum like you,” Niki said with a grin. Kristin blinked in mild confusion.

“I was including you, Jack, Ranboo, and Tubbo in my definition of ‘family.’ And if Scott and the others want to stick around, they’re more than welcome to be family too,” Kristin said, voice sweet but also leaving little to no room for argument. The group of hybrids- minus Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil- all took on various expressions of surprise and confusion.

“Kristin, I think we need to talk about adopting people we just met,” Phil whispered, amusement clear in his tone.

“You still haven’t given me a good reason as to why not!” Kristin teased back with a grin. Phil laughed, shaking his head.

“I mean, if you guys are alright with it, I’d like to stick around here. I don’t exactly have a home anymore, I was taken by hunters not long after my meteor crashed around here,” Scott said, casting a sad glance to the stars before looking back to Kristin and Phil with a shy grin.

“What is it you said before, Phil? We don’t really adopt people, they just sort of find us?” Kristin said with a smug grin. Phil sighed, but couldn’t hide the fond grin on his face.

“I think that means you guys can stay,” Wilbur said with a laugh. Scott cheered, and immediately began chatting with Fundy, Charlie, and Sneeg about where they could build their homes. Niki and Wilbur joined in on the conversation as well, offering space around the lagoon. Jack, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo started talking about a potential place where every hybrid could gather together, no matter their advantages or disadvantages. And as Kristin watched the group fondly with Phil, she realized something about the people around her. It made sense- Kristin was the void, meant to pull people in. But instead, Kristin had pulled together a family.

End Note: credit to zapekan6000 on twitter for inspiring the wilbur vs hunter fight scene! link to their animatic here

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darkeninganon · 3 years

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So, you know this (Trigger warnings at the top, I’m sorry) post? Well, I made a... nice? version? A version with a good end for Dream. Trigger warning: Gore, cursing, violence, torture, and implied trauma. Read at your own risk.

Dream jolted, the lava falling once more. He cowered. Fuck, why did he have to cower each time? Why couldn't he just fucking control himself like he used to? He shook his head, trying to clear the negativity from his mind and shake off his fear. He could do this. He had been doing this. He was strong. He was the monster everyone feared. He was God.

Quackity stepped into the cell, smug smile spread a cross his face as he stared at Dream. "hey there Dream! You ready to give me what I want?"

Dream shook his head again. "Just... Stay over there! I'm not..."

"Okay, you're doing this again?" Quackity took out an axe, slowly pacing towards Dream.

"No! No, no, no, no! I...I just- I'll die if you keep this up! You don't have to visit! Please!" Dream pressed himself against the wall, feet kicking out in an effort to put nonexistent space between him and his tormentor.

Quackity paused for a moment, his smile falling. He seemed to think before putting the axe away, and taking out a potion. "Alright, let's make a deal: I won't visit you anymore, but only if you drink this potion without complaint." Quackity stated, producing a potion from his shirt pocket.

Dream stared at the strange vial. It didn't look like any potion he had seen before. "That's... That's all? Nothing else?" Dream asked, slowly moving towards Quackity and the vial.

"That's it! Just drink it without fighting me and-"

Dream snatched the vial from Quackity, pulling away from his tormentor before popping the cork off and chugging down the liquid. It tasted sickeningly sweet, like sugar and honey mixed with flowers and grass. God it was weird. He threw the vial away, aiming for the lava.

Dream glared at Quackity. He had done it. "why are you still here?"

Quackity sauntered closer. "Waiting to see it work."

Dream was about to ask what he meant when a wave of dizziness hit him. The room seemed to spin, making Dream groan and shut his eyes, turning away from Quackity to cling to the wall, waiting for it to pass. Dream slowly opened his eyes, focusing on his hands.

"Wow! That worked great!"

Something massive suddenly closed around Dream, causing the prisoner to yell. Whatever it was kept him held tightly, cramping him into an uncomfortable position and moved fast. In and instant the light of the lava returned, allowing Dream to look around and see what had happened. Oh how he wished he didn't.

Dream was confronted face-to-face with a giant Quackity, and what had grabbed him was his tormentor's hand. "what... What the fuck did you do to me?!" Dream's voice cracked as he stood, stumbling around is disbelief. "You... Why... What... No... No, no, no,no!" Dream was near crying, the hand he was standing on shaking as the now giant man laughed. "Sam! Sam help! SA-" The wind was knocked out of Dream as wind rushed past him and he slammed into a wall, his body falling to the ground with a sickening crunch. He slowly lifted his upper body off the floor, shaking with the effort; Quackity stepping closer once again. A shoe suddenly slammed down right next to Dream, landing with enough force to knock the now tiny prisoner over.

"Quackity stop! Please!" Dream yelled, trying to crawl away. He heard Quackity laugh, then his leg exploded in pain with a sickening grinding-crunching noise. Dream screamed, trying to pull away from his trapped limb, and only succeeding in seeing what had actually happened. Quackity had stepped forward, carefully, and was currently standing where one of Dream's legs was supposed to be.

Quackity pulled his leg back, dragging his shoe across the floor. Dream grit his teeth at the small trail of blood left behind, leaving a bloody void where his leg had been. "Fuck... Fuck you Quackity..." Dream hissed, claws scrabbling against the obsidian in vain.

"Ew. God, you're as gross as a bug now." Quackity hissed, kneeling down to look at the shrunken prisoner, who was hyperventilating and glaring.

"Sam... won't let you-" Dream yelped as he was grabbed again, hoisted into the air by his tormentor. "Sam! Sam please! Quackity's going to kill me! SAM!" Quackity tilted Dream around, much like a child would when inspecting a new toy. Quackity grabbed Dream's undamaged leg, holding it just below the knee. "Quackity? What are you-" Dream screamed as his leg was bent backwards, knee snapping in a small shower of blood as the bones broke the skin.

"Holy shit! You're so fragile like this!" Quackity laughed as Dream grit his teeth in an effort to not scream anymore than he already had.

Tears fell from Dream's eyes, black dots floating across his vision as his face burned.

"Let's see here..."

Dream felt a slight breeze dart across his face before it began to burn again. He was still hyperventilating, eyes now darting in and effort to see what had changed. His vision cleared enough to see Quackity holding his mask, inspecting it. Dream muttered, wanting it back.

"What?"

"Give... give it back... please... Please Quackity... Give it back..." Dream watched helplessly as Quackity threw the mask away, staring sadly at the little flame that signaled it burning in the lava. Dream lamely reached out for it, whimpering as his last line of defense now burned away. Dream looked to Qauckity; "Why... isn't the torture enough? You said... all I had to do was drink the potion... all I had to do was drink the potion."

Quackity laughed. "Oh Dream, I said I wouldn't visit anymore... Well, I can't visit if I never leave!"

Dream's eyes widened in horror as the realization dawned on him. Quackity- emotional, unstable, cruel, follower Quackity had tricked him. "You... You're a monster..."

Quackity barked out a laugh again. "Look who's talking! A monster calling me a monster!" Quackity grinned, all teeth and malice. "Oh you have no idea." Quackity grabbed one of Dream's arms only to freeze. He looked to the lava, head tilting. "Sam?"

Sam, the warden, tripped out of the lava, wearing his netherite and looking more than a little pissed. "We have got a serious problem. Techno..." Sam paused, bracing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "Techno, Niki, Phil, and... and fucking Ranboo are trying to break into the prison."

"What?!" Quackity glared down at Dream, tightening his hold on the tiny prisoner. "I should have executed that fucker as soon as we all split up. FUCK!" He threw Dream in rage.

Dream slammed against the wall, hard, something else was broken, or more broken. He had no idea. But falling to the floor behind the lectern didn't help at all. Dream dragged himself into the tiny space behind the chest, desperate to get out of Quackity's reach.

He stared in horror as Quackity tried to reach behind the lectern, clawing at the obsidian to find where Dream had gone. "Get out here now!"

"No! Go away!”

"Leave him Quackity! I need help, alright?! If anyone sees you here we are both dead, and I have no idea-"

"I'm on my last life Sam! Fuck!" Quackity kicked the lectern. "Get fucking crushed you piece of shit green bastard!"

Dream heard a potion bottle break, then silence. He was finally alone again. He was alone. Forever now. He was small, and alone forever, and severely injured. Dream curled in on himself, breaking down now that he was finally alone. He froze as he heard something- someone- come through the lava.

"Dream?"

The shrunken prisoner gasped, "I'm here! I'm here..." tears fell from his eyes again as the chest was moved, a green and red eye peering down at him from a black and white face.

"Oh..." Ranboo stared at Dream, shocked into silence. He had planned to kill the prisoner while Sam fought with the rest of the syndicate, but... Ranboo reached down, being as gentle as he could while picking up Dream. Ranboo produced a health potion, dropping some onto the tiny man before putting it away.

"Hey! Lethe! Hurry up! There are more guards than we thought!"

"Shoot." Ranboo looked to the small man in his palm. One leg was bent at a horribly wrong angle right at the knee, while the other was completely gone. Ranboo sighed, taking out a splash potion and throwing it to the ground. "Hold on. We'll be right out." With that the half enderman dove into the wall of lava, holding onto the prisoner so he wouldn't sink and burn.

Ranboo broke through to the other side, taking off running, cradling Dream to his chest. Dream closed his eyes, curling into himself before passing out.

Dream stirred awake, dragged from his sleep by the murmur of various voices all around him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking around; his leg was still broken at the knee, with the other gone, but neither was bleeding anymore. Looks like that potion from Ranboo did its job. If only the potion Quackity gave him had run out while he was asleep.

"No! I'm not helping the bastard!"

"Tommy, he's the size of... He's tiny! He couldn't hurt you if he wanted to!"

"No! And that's final! That man deserves death for all he's done!"

Dream cringed. Tommy was going to get his way, Dream was probably going to die right here and now. The slamming of doors getting closer only made Dream's dread grow. Then they saw each other. Tommy was staring down at Dream, silent for a minute.

"Holy shit you are tiny."

Dream glared at the teen. "Fuck you!"

"Here. Have some milk. Then I'll hate you again." Tommy dropped a few drops of milk into the box, near enough that Dream could reach them. "You'll owe me for destroying my model." The teen hissed.

At Tommy's words, Dream looked around again, realizing he was in a cobblestone house. A very small Cobblestone house. "Whatever. You have enough stone to build it again." Dream grumbled, taking one drop of milk and drinking it down.

Dream and Tommy sat there, waiting. Dream took another sip of milk. Then another.

"Okay, what the fuck kind of potion is this?" Tommy growled, removing a wall to kneel next to the table. "Ranboo, Tubbo! I think we have a problem!" Dream cringed as Tommy yelled right next to him, the two being yelled for running into the room.

"What's wrong boss man?!"

Tommy pointed to Dream as the shrunken man took another desperate sip of milk, glancing at himself before staring at Tommy in horror. "you... Why?"

"How should I know? Who even-" Tommy fell quiet as Dream was consumed by rage, slamming his fist against the floor and yelling.

"No! This cannot be! For Fuck's sake!"

"Dream, Dream don't yell, please-"

"Shut the fuck up Tommy! You're not the size of a fucking bug! You may act like one with how annoying you are, but it's not like you can actually be stepped on!" Dream hissed, curling in on himself. "Just... Fucking go away, okay? Leave me alone and let me die."

Tommy stared at his tormentor before glancing quickly at Tubbo and Ranboo. "I... Dream, who did this to you?"

"Why do you care?"

Tommy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I care because if that person did this to you, then they can do it to other people. Like Tubbo."

Dream sat up. Tommy was right. For once Tommy was right. Dream sighed. "I'll tell you, on one condition."

"If you say the disks I swear-"

"Do not put me back in the prison! Don't let anyone know about me, okay? Okay?! No one! No one can know that I'm out, or-or-or that I'm..." Dream motioned to himself. "Alright?"

"That's a lot Dream."

"I know, but it's important! Sapnap... Sapnap will kill me if he find out I got out... Sam... Fuck I don't even know what he'd do. Just... please Tommy. Please?"

Tommy sighed, nodding. "Alright. You got it. No one will know you're here, and you can stay. Now tell me who-"

"Quackity did this. Ranboo, Techno, Phil, and apparently Niki got me out before Quackity could do anything else." Dream supplied, staring at Tommy.

"Quackity... It started out as him wanted the knowledge from the book, but... But then- I don't know! He visits every day, and he knows I won't tell him, but he just visits every day, and he said if I drank that stupid potion he'd never come back. But, but-fuck!- he lied because then... then he didn't want to leave! He... he fucking... He decided that it wasn't an issue if he never left-"

Tommy placed his hand over Dream, ignoring they way the small man yelped. "Relax Dream. We got this. You just... Stay here and rest. We'll take care of everything." Tommy removed his hand, placing the wall back up as he stood, then placing a roof over the whole thing.

Dream stared at the roof, breathing heavy.

"Ranboo, Tubbo-"

"Quackity has gone mad. I... I never said anything but..." Tubbo fell quiet, shifting around. "He wanted to execute you big man... after the festival, and I-"

"Oh, okay. We'll see how Techno feels about Quackity after learning that." Ranboo spun around, getting ready to leave. "And Phil, and Niki." Once again Ranboo paused by the door, perking up. "And... I think it's about time to call in a favor..." Ranboo smirked with a chuckle, leaving.

Tubbo looked at Tommy. "Don't ask me what he's talking about. He's got his own things going on."

"Tubbo." Tommy slammed his hands down on his friend's shoulders, staring intently at him. "I'm going to need your help to stay sane with this, okay?" Tubbo nodded, raising a brow in curiosity. "You need to make sure I don't go mad with power over this. Quackity is our enemy now, along with Wilbur. You need to make sure I focus on that."

"You can count on me Boss man!"

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wouldduskwood · 3 years

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Descendants of Despair Part 44

During the drive back, Jake began casting awkward glances in my direction. I hoped he wasn’t regretting what had happened. I definitely wasn’t. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. “What is it?” I asked. “Uh...I probably should have asked this before we had sex for the first time...but…” he paused and raised an eyebrow. “You’re concerned I might get pregnant?” I asked, grinning at his discomfort in asking. Jake nodded without taking his eyes off the road. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Look, it isn’t that I am opposed…but…” I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently. “We are hardly in the position to provide a good home for anyone. I have the contraceptive implant in my arm. It works for around 5 years, so I have a good 3 years left on this one...look...I am very real about what can happen when a woman is out alone. I won a lot, but I also lost some. Even though I had moved off the street...I hadn’t forgotten it...this gave me some peace of mind.” I replied warily. Everything in my life had revolved around the horrors I had faced growing up. Now, safe with Jake, it was easy to forget until I was faced with a situation like this. Jake’s hand gripped mine. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he declared. “No matter what.”

I struggled to form an answer, so instead kissed Jake’s cheek lovingly. He turned and smiled at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. We drove the remainder of the way in silence. As we arrived back home, Jake took my hand and led me through to his set up. Sitting on the floor with an arm around me, he caressed my hair as he checked everything that had happened while we had been out. Finally, satisfied we were safe, he glanced in my direction. “You look exhausted. How about we shower then we need to get some sleep so we don’t make mistakes tomorrow.” I nodded warily and allowed Jake to lead me through to the bathroom. We showered together, embracing each other as we washed. Finally, as the water began to cool, we got out, dried off and dressed for bed.

I fell asleep as soon as I lay on the floor in Jake’s arms, waking to the sun breaking. Jake was still snoozing, his arms wrapped lightly around me. As I moved, he woke quickly. “Mmh, everything okay?” he whispered as he kissed my head. “Yeah… nervous I guess.” I mumbled. “Trust me, I am too…” he acknowledged. “We will get the camera work done this morning. All going well, I will have eyes in there by this evening. If not, we abandon and...I dunno...forget Phil?” Jake grinned hopefully. I pushed him lightly, feigning anger at him then pulled myself out of his arms and began to get ready.

We left not long after we had woken, too edgy to stay around the house and complete the menial tasks of cleaning and laundry that we usually occupied ourselves with in the mornings. I dressed in the business suit we had managed to obtain during an outing one day and tied my hair back in a bun. Some glasses with fake lenses completed my business ensemble. The drive towards town seemed quick as I barely had time to get my thoughts together when we were pulling up a street away from the police station, far enough that the cameras wouldn’t pick up our car from being in the area and close enough to jam the signal. I sat quietly, allowing Jake to work and internally panicking.

This whole situation was out of my depth. Usually, when I needed something, I came up with a quick plan then barrelled head first into action. Being able to think on my feet and adapt to situations was what had kept me alive at this point. But now, Jake’s concern for my well-being was beginning to leach into my own concerns. Suddenly happy with my place in life, I wasn’t willing to lose that. “Okay, done.” Jake sighed as he leaned back in his seat. “Now, they may try and solve the problem themselves or they may contact a real firm to fix them. I guess we just need to wait and see.”

I nodded warily. Wait and see was always a tough game. We occupied ourselves by attempting small talk. It wasn’t always an easy task as the situation meant we were trying to remain light and breezy... but most of our lives before now had been anything but that. After a while, we started kissing instead. It was a lot easier than talking and made us both feel connected. Finally, after what seemed like hours, our decoy phone began to ring. Jake cast me a quick look, his eyes wide. He handed me the phone and I swallowed sharply before answering.

It was only a few minutes of my life, but it felt like an eternity, under Jake’s anxious gaze. Finally, I hung up the phone and handed it back to him, completely ready to throw it at him. “It’s set up, I’ve got access in half an hour.” I stated as calmly as I could. Jake nodded warily and sat back in his seat, his eyes closed and breathing heavy. I looked at him helplessly, unsure what to say or do to make the situation any better. Finally, he took a deep breath, turned to face me and smashed his lips against mine for a moment. Then, he turned his back on me. “You have everything you need. Go.” Jake said coldly.

I knew why he did it, but it was still unnerving. Not a good way to start. Walking towards the prison, I rehearsed over and over the routine we had established. Upon reaching my destination, I found I had never been more intimidated by a building than this one. It wasn’t the security or the fact that the building was swarming with police and criminals. It was the sudden realisation that I was completely alone in this and nothing from my past could entirely prepare me for what was coming. Being with Jake had lowered my defenses.

‘Confidence is key,’ I told myself as I made my way through the security, flashing the ID lanyard Jake had put together. I couldn't believe the idiot didn't check to make sure the ID was genuine. Making my way to the desk, I signed in, only partially listening to the complaints they were making about the downed cameras. Rather, I spent the time analysing my surroundings, looking for easy escape routes and things that might potentially stand in my way. I followed my guide through a couple of corridors and found myself in the security control room of the prison. Screens flicked between various angles, all showing black. The angles changed every 10 seconds or so, shown by a location and camera ID displaying under each blank picture. “Okay, I will just need a bit of time to work through the system and find the bug.” I stated firmly, placing myself in the seat usually occupied by security.

I logged into the network, using the details they had so haphazardly provided me. To begin with, I opened a simple command shell programme, hoping that the string commands I typed would be enough to fool them into thinking I was doing the job they had employed me for. Sitting back in my chair like I was in for a long wait, I looked towards my companions and said; “Now I just have to wait for the programme to pick up on whatever is going on. It may take a while. If you have other work that needs to be done, I can stay here and man this. This system is out of commission until it runs through anyway so all I can do is sit and stare at the screens.” I said, aiming to infuse as much conviction as I could in my statement. My unassuming form coupled with a look of boredom was enough to have them look at each other then agree to leave me to it. I knew that I wouldn’t have long alone, so I had to act fast.

Taking a USB from my pocket, I quickly plugged it into the back of the system and sent Jake a message that I was ready to go. I watched as Jake’s hack appeared on screen, various scrolling strings of complex code appeared with a task progress bar. I watched impatiently as the code ran, hoping that we would have enough time to get through before I was sprung. Around 10 minutes later, I received a message on screen claiming success. I quickly penned a message to Jake to let him know his application had been a success and I had completed my part of the mission, then I hid all traces of the application as best as I could just as the security team arrived back. Thankfully, Jake reinstated the camera network just as they arrived.

“Good timing,” I smiled. “It looks like it was just a failure from overloading. I have fixed that and given it a bit more leeway in case of overload in the future.” I shook their hands then led the way out, trying not to run as the cameras would now pick up on my face. As soon as I left the station and was clear of their cameras, I took off running to one of the escape routes I had practised. My phone began buzzing and I answered it quickly, while running. “Which route are you taking?” Jake asked urgently. “A.” I replied hastily as I jumped. “I’ll be at the fire escape when you arrive.” He announced and my line went dead just as I heard something behind me and turned to see a figure running over the building I was on. Without thinking, I jumped onto the final building and headed straight down the fire escape, landing just as Jake arrived.

Rushing into the car, I closed the door quickly behind me. “Drive,” I growled. Jake cast me a concerned look but followed my instruction. I turned to see whether my pursuer had kept up but couldn’t make out anything as we were travelling too fast.

“What happened?” Jake snarled. “I thought everything had gone well?” “Someone was waiting…” I stuttered.

Part 45

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babbushka · 4 years

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Ink

3k, N S F W

He’s got a killer headache, when you walk through the doors. Normally, he’d be too engrossed in the minutiae of going over the facts of the case, of learning his cover, of of of, to notice someone puttering around. But tonight, he’s too aggravated from dealing with the bullshit of the world, too annoyed, too keyed up. So when the little bell chimes, when you step into the station lobby, he’s snapping his head up to get an eyeful of you.

Because of course it’s you – who else would it be at two in the morning? Who else would be walking his way, weaving through the desks in the bullpen with a thermos of coffee brewed exactly the way he likes from the metal percolator his ma gave him when he first moved out?

He’s so relieved to see you that he could cry, and maybe he does, hot tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes that he rubs away. You’re soft, edges gone fuzzy as he blinks at you with tired vision, tipping his head up for a kiss that you’re so eager to give him. You pluck the cigarette from between his lips and lick into his mouth real slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes him want to sit you on his lap, makes him want to bury his face in your tits and just exist wrapped up in you.

Instead he winds an arm around your waist from where you’re standing next to him as he’s seated at his desk, smokes and smokes, fills the air with grey that makes the whole world hazy.

“I’ve had a real bad fuckin’ day, honey.” He grumbles around his cigarette, huffing and puffing and grinding his teeth in that way that makes you want to shove your fingers in his mouth or your tongue, just to let him alleviate some of the pressure.

His shoulders are tense from the stress of it all, of this case. He’s tense and he’s angry and you hate to see him so angry, so you drape yourself across his back, you slide your hands up and under the holster which wraps around his frame, you warm the leather with your hands in soothing strokes. As much as he wants to stay mad, he can’t, not with you so close, not with you lovin’ on him like this, so he lifts his face from where he’s frowning into a file in front of him, lifts it and shoves it into your cheek as he stubs the last remains of the cigarette into his ashtray that lives on the desk, hot tongue licking a stripe across your jaw.

Needy, hungry.

He’s always so hungry.

“I can tell,” You say eventually, coming around from behind him to gently push away the manilla folders and papers that litter his small corner of the bullpen, pushing them away to make room for your ass as you sit facing him. “In that case…I think you need something a little sweeter than this coffee.”

His eyes blow wide, inky black with lust and heat, simmering behind his thick lashes as he works his jaw, the muscles in his cheek tensing and clenching as his hands smooth up up up your thigh, slip under your skirt.

“Spread your legs for me.” He murmurs, transfixed at the way he reveals your skin with each inch of the fabric that he bunches up around your hips, slowly savoring the tease.

You lick your lips and let your knees fall apart, slip one leg carefully up and over, Flip’s shoulder resting in the crook of your knee.

“Like this?” You ask, coy and playful, as if you don’t know, as if you hadn’t been doing this for years.

“Just like that.” Flip says anyway, expertly unbuttoning his jeans to pull his cock out, desperately hard and needing relief.

He strokes himself for a minute or two just to get some of the tension out, just because if he doesn’t do this now, he’ll fuck you hard and fast and come in you too soon – he doesn’t want anything over too soon, not now, not tonight. Tonight he’s going to give you the pounding you both need, the railing you deserve.

He jacks off with the sight of your legs spread barely a foot from his face, but the angle is all wrong, he can’t – he wants – he doesn’t know how to articulate it, too wound up to properly ask, so instead he’s out of his chair and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

He’s tall enough that he can perfectly fit his head between your legs, and he does, he does and just breathes in the smell of your sex, can feel the wetness that’s started to collect there on his lips, on his cheek as he nuzzles his face into the soft skin of your thighs. You’re absolutely littered with marks down here, bright red and deep purple and muted greens, all different stages of his teeth and tongue claiming you as his own.

He’s excited to press more into your flesh, to sink his jaws into the meat of your thigh. Maybe it’s the case, maybe it’s just his mood, but when he looks at your soaked panties, when he looks at the way your breath is coming in a little heavier, he can’t help but feel primal.

He runs his tongue over one of the bruises, the one he gave you this morning when he ate you out before going off to work, before this fif-fuckin-teen hour shift started, before he got himself neck-deep in paperwork and bureaucratic bullshit. As he does, your thighs quiver underneath him, he groans, lets a finger or two make their way to gently pull aside your panties, tease between your folds so gently, so reverently that it has you shivering up on the desk.

“I fucking love this pussy, you know that? You know how much I love this hot cunt of yours?” Flip asks, licks up the crease where your thigh ends and your pussy starts, and that act alone has the hand that’s been carding through his hair tightening just enough for him to grin against you.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, hm?” You’re breathless, and you laugh when he suddenly manhandles you up the desk more properly, presses your back against the cold wood.

Your back arches as he rips the cotton of your panties in two, come sticking to the cloth in little strings that have him guessing you fingered yourself before coming over, fingered yourself nice and slow so he could fuck you real easy. He leans over to kiss you, to make out with you, grateful and so appreciative of all the little things you do for him.

“In a minute,” He says against your lips, and you don’t mind the wait because while he’s making out with you on his desk, his hand is fully concerned with fingering you some more, judging for himself how stretched and pliant you are, putty in his hands. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You hum at that, the praise making your cunt clench around his fingers, and he chuckles just a little into your mouth.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sticky pop and licks them into his mouth, cleans the taste of you off his fingers with a small moan.

“So sweet.” He says, letting the clean fingers grasp your jaw, pry your mouth open so he can rub his thumb along your tongue, stroking it.

His dick is leaking now, dribbling all over his jeans, and he strokes himself again for a while, trying to stave off coming. Not yet, he thinks, he can’t blow his load yet, not when he hasn’t even really gotten started.

So instead of blowing his load, he drops back down to the floor, wastes no time diving into your cunt.

“Phil!” You gasp excitedly, head thrown back, one hand grasping at the edge of the desk near your face, the other tangled firmly in his hair, keeping him in place as if he would ever leave, as if he’d ever stop eating your cunt out.

If he had his way, he’d spend every minute of every day between your legs. Sometimes, he gets his way.

This is one of those times.

“Fuck ketsl,” He groans, the deep deep deep baritone of his voice vibrating up through your pussy, up into your stomach where the butterflies dance. “You’re soaked.”

“I know – I,” You hiccup, shifting your hips enough in the grip he’s got on you to get his nose pressed right up onto your clit the way you love, “I wanted to get ready for you.”

“You came here to get fucked, that it?” He asks between thick broad licks of the flat of his tongue, between your folds.

“Uh huh,” You moan, eyes shut tight, hips squirming and rolling into his mouth as he slurps up your slick, swallows it down with a moan of his own. “Please?”

He doesn’t know what you’re asking for, if it’s to come or to get fucked by his cock or what, but he’s not ready to leave your pussy just yet, so he shakes his head, scratches up your cunt with his mustache, his goatee just a little longer.

“Mmm, P-Phil, yes!” Your bare foot – when did your shoes come off? – digs into his back, pushes him closer and closer into you as he curls his tongue up so that he can shove it deep inside your body, spears it into you.

He eats you out like he’s dying, like this is his last meal, like he’s been graced by heaven with the spread of your legs and he lets himself suffocate inside your cunt, nose inhaling nothing but the smell of your slick as it coats his facial hair, as he bruises your hips.

He knows it’s risky, knows it’s dangerous to have you like this, out in the open of the bullpen where anyone could see; but there’s no one here, even the janitors have gone and packed up for the night. He groans into you when he thinks about the puddle of come he’ll have to clean up when you’re both done.

Your orgasm hits Flip and he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, making you come on just his tongue, just his mouth. Your legs are shaking, poor things, from the feeling of it. He quickly pulls back to watch, his favorite part is to watch you come, watch the way your face flushes, sweats, your mouth drops open. He spits into your mouth, a man possessed. He watches you swallow it down the same way he swallows your come, licks it up from where it’s dripping down your thighs.

When your eyes open again, it’s to see him popping off the buttons of your blouse, a soft casual something you like to wear around the house. You’ve replaced the buttons on that blouse four times already – he figures fifth time’s the charm.

You’re not wearing a bra, which makes sense because it’s now two-thirty in the morning, but the sight of your bare breasts and stiff nipples is still something to behold.

“Im,” he starts, not even knowing what he wants to say, having no fucking clue because you’re lying on your back on his desk at work, with your cunt dripping and your tits out and his mind is broken, cock throbbing and drooling and desperate for you.

“Please?” You whisper, a pleasure-weak hand cupping his cheek, guiding his face closer to yours so he can line the head of his cock where it’ll sink in so so so easy.

“You want my big Jew dick, huh?” He asks, delirious from lust, obsessed with the way your lids are so hooded from your own pleasure that he can barely see your eyes.

“I do, I do – give it to me?” You ask back, demand, squeezing his hips with your knees.

He’s still clothed, keeps himself that way, keeps himself as put together as he possibly can while you’re falling apart on his desk, your back sweating and sticking to the paperwork he’d been ignoring all night.

“You gotta be quiet for me ketsl.” He says, no idea why, not like there’s anyone around to hear.

But you, you’re an angel and you nod, you let him cover your mouth with his hand as he rubs the head of his cock between your folds, wetting it, smearing all his pre-come and all your slick together in a way that squelches so dirty that he has to suck some drool back into his mouth from where it’s dangerously close to landing on your cheek.

He can’t take it anymore, the waiting, the teasing, not when you’re so wet, when your body is silently begging him to fuck you. So he finally lets himself have it, finally sinks all the way in with one thrust, bottoms out entirely.

“Oh holy shit,” he breathes, forcing himself in even deeper, impossibly deeper, so deep that he pushes you up the desk a little, knocks your cervix with the head of him in that way that makes you wince from the sheer fullness of it.

He fucks you hard, the way you both like it.

“I – I,” You gasp, incoherent, muffled against his hand.

He drags his cock nearly all the way out, until he’s rubbing at your folds again, before shoving it harshly back into you, making you yelp out against his hands, making your eyes prick and glisten. He does it again and again, until the whole length of him is impossibly soaked, droplets of your come and sweat splattering from the force of it onto the front of his jeans, darkening the denim.

The hand on your mouth slides down to your throat, gives it a good squeeze that has your cheeks darkening, an angry aroused flush burning its way down your chest. Your tits bounce from the way he fucks himself into you, the way he gets his aggression out from the day, spends it all through your cunt. You take it, take him so well, made for him.

“Fffuck.” He grunts out, slams his fist down on the desk near your hip, all his muscles and all his nerves on fire from how good it is, and you laugh in surprise, a laugh that melts into a loud moan.

He bends your legs this way and that, maneuvers them so he can hold you in place, so he can rail you hard. He’s knocking shit off the desk but he doesn’t give a damn, not when your cunt sucks him in every time he pulls out, like it never wants him to leave. Papers and pens are scattered all over the floor as he pushes you further and further up the desk, has to physically drag you back down when you start hanging over the edge of it a little too much.

He gives in to his baser needs and bends himself down so he can squeeze your tits together around his face, so he can press them to his cheeks and block out the world with your breasts. With closed eyes, he savors the feeling of how hot and wet and tight you are, still somehow so tight around his cock. He bites down on your sternum nips at the swell of your tits, licks up all the sweat that’s accumulated there before he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

You whine and squirm, getting close to coming again.

“Just a little longer, just hold out a little fuckin’ longer honey,” He begs from your tits, “I’m close.”

He likes coming at the same time as you when he fucks you, he doesn’t know why. Likes making sure his come gets all the way in you, likes it mixing, mingling. He likes the thought of the two of you being so joined, so completely combined. He’s been fucking you for damn near over a decade, and he still gets drunk off the thought of it.

His balls are tightening up and his stomach is fluttering and he knows it’ll all be over soon, so he holds on to the last few minutes of fucking he can, speeds his hips up to chase the glow of orgasm that rushes through him until it comes crashing down through his veins like a drug he can’t quit, making him bite down hard onto the join between your neck and shoulder as his hips stutter and shove themselves closer closer closer to you.

He drops a shaking hand to your pussy, rubs your clit until you’re sobbing out a gasp, until you’re coming and he’s coming and you’re both panting into each other’s mouths.

“I love you.” Your throat clicks when you let out a chuckle, adrenaline pumping through you.

“Love you more ketsl,” Flip groans as he rolls his hips slowly, lazily against you, cock still oozing come deep into your pussy. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You ask softly, pushing the hair out of his face from where he’s collapsed down onto your chest, exposing one of his big ears that you find so sweet.

“Just bein’ mine.” He sighs happily, nuzzles his face into your cleavage.

He’s not so tense anymore, not so stressed. How could he be after all, when he’s got you beneath him, your heart beating erratically, wildly, from the thrill of it all.

“Your coffee’s getting cold,” You say fondly, so in love. You spare a glance up at the clock which chimes three in the morning, the distant roll of thunder and crickets slowly coming back into play, slowly coming back into focus as the warm glow of orgasm fades. “Come home with me, I’ll make you a fresh cup.”

“One condition,” he groans as he pulls himself out of you, dick softening as he reaches for a tissue or something to clean you both up.

“Mmm what’s that cowboy?” You ask with a grin as he wraps your body back up in clothes as best he can, eventually settling on taking off his holster and peeling the flannel off his own back to hand it to you when you both realize that he’s torn and ripped your blouse beyond any real decent wear.

“You let me wash all that ink off your back.” He smirks at the sight of you, skin totally covered in smeared black and blue.

“Ink?” You’re confused for a moment before realizing he had laid you down on the mess of papers that he’s going to have to redo – which he doesn’t mind, he had to redo them anyway – and now you looked like you’d been attacked by a copy machine.

“Isn’t it such a good thing you love me?” He asks, cheeky and smug, even as you tug on his ear.

Because you do it with a big grin, face flushed and sweaty strands of hair sticking to your cheek, your forehead, and he finds his headache’s gone away when you look at him so full of love and come and huff out a laugh and a,

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

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