#flying debris could have causes cuts and bruises
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Sweet Medicine
Went shopping today for college supplies, got the Star Wars book Kenobi to add to the brand new Padawan book by Kiersten White along with a shirt covered in Obi-Wan Kenobi from Hot Topic, life is good, and my paycheck is gone. Anyway
Summary: while being ambushed on a planet, you and Obi-Wan retreat and tend to your wounds.
Blaster fire rang out through the forest, chunks of bark flying apart with each missed shot. You spun around a tree, narrowly dodging a blast that would have left your arm in a world of pain later. The voices of nearby droids drew closer as you readied your blaster once again, shifting your eyes to another tree next to you. There stood Obi-Wan, who desperately tried to get a message through to the Jedi order while also dodging debris and blaster fire. The soft thud of fallen rebels started growing faint and you stood behind the tree, not knowing if they were all dead or had managed to find shelter away from the battle.
“Think you can cover me really quick?” Obi-Wan shouted, droid bomb in hand. You nodded and moved from your position, firing at any droid nearby and drawing any fire to yourself. Obi-Wan tossed the bomb, the electricity taking down a relatively large group of droids, making the perfect opening. Leaping from your hiding spot you drew your saber and started cutting down the remaining droids that surrounded you. Obi-Wan joined you and covered your back, spinning his own saber and cutting down the droids.
A sharp pain shot through your thigh as you failed to block a blast, but you bit back the yelp in your throat and continued your defense, pushing away some droids that got too close with your force. “They don’t seem to be stopping, Obi!” You yelled, looking over your shoulder to find him fully surrounded. You ran towards the group and slammed into a droid with your body, the light metal still strong enough to cause a bruise. Obi-Wan ducked as you swung your saber over his head, throwing it as it spun and sliced through three droids. “Is that your way of saying we should retreat?” Obi-Wan jeered, swiping at the legs of a droid. Another blast hits your shoulder as you force your lightsaber back into your hands. Holding back the pain, you reply, “I suppose so. You don’t see anyone else here to help us, do you?” He nods in response, blocking a few more blasts before grabbing your arm and pulling you deeper into the trees.
You ran as far as you could, as much as your leg would allow you at least. Branches snapped under your feet and you were dragged through the brush, holding tightly to the sleeve of Obi-Wan’s robe and his hand stayed wrapped around your wrist. The sound of droids had faded and so had your strength, and you started to slow down, pulling Obi-Wan with you.
“We can’t stop now, y/n. We need to find the ship and get out of here,” he said, tightening his grip and pulling you along. You trudged behind and then felt your leg give out, tossing you to the earth. Obi-Wan turned quickly and knelt by you, still holding your wrist. “Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll be doing that at this moment, Obi.” You stated, sitting up and examining your injuries. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as he took realization that you had been injured. He looked quickly between your shoulder and thigh, where your main wounds were. He saw the blood drip from your chin from your fall, and the small cuts you had sustained from the thorns found throughout the plants you had run through. He sighed as he looked into your eyes, fatigue evident as well as pain. “Why didn’t you say something about these earlier, I would have helped you with this,” he questioned, still glancing between your wounds and the area around. You looked over him as well, taking note of the light burn marks and cuts to his own body. “Didn’t have much time to think about it, with running away from killer bots and all.” You joked, a slight smile on your lips. Obi-Wan scoffed as his lips twitched slightly, moving to help you stand. “Yeah, well we’ll have plenty of time to mull that over when we get to the ship, if there is one still there.” He said, looking in the direction of the setting sun.
You grasped his arm as you limped along, watching your step to avoid falling over a root or some other obstacle. The pain throbbing through your body now with each step, your grip on his arm tightened. Obi-Wan took notice of the growing pain and knew that dragging you around was only causing you more pain, but the idea of picking you up and carrying you around made a heat rise to his cheeks. He had struggled more than once in the past few months with his ever-growing feelings for you, which had come from years prior to your Padawan time. You were close, but he didn’t know if you were close enough for it not to be weird if he picked you up bridal style. Pushing the feeling away and trying to calm his now racing heartbeat, he stopped walking and turned to you. You looked up at him curiously and made a small yelp when he swung his arm under your legs and held you against his chest, not saying a word as he continued walking ahead, holding you close.
The ship was finally in sights nearly an hour later, untouched. Obi-Wan sighed a breath of relief; medical supplies were a must in their current situation. He looked down to check on you, your eyes fluttered shut and a calm look across your face; you had become exhausted from the battle and wounds. He held you tighter to him as he started moving quicker to the ship, placing you in the copilot seat when he got in. He searched the compartments for bacta patches and bandages, finding them towards the back of the ship. “Really should have these placed elsewhere,” he mumbled to himself, carrying the pack back up to the cockpit, where you sat awake from the change of atmosphere.
“You’ll have to take off your robe so I can take a look at your shoulder, y/n.” Obi-Wan said quietly, feeling his cheeks heat slightly as if he just asker you to take your top off. You nodded slowly and shrugged the robe off, trying to roll your sleeve up to give him more room to work. Obi-Wan looked closely at the wound, the surrounding skin burnt and red, but the main wound relatively clean from blood since the blasters were pure light and heat. “That bad?” you quipped; breath fanning past Obi-Wan’s ear. He shivered slightly as he noticed just how close he was to your face, turning slightly to look into your eyes. Your cheeks were lightly dusted with pink, whether it was from pain or something else, Obi-Wan had no time to figure it out. He quickly looked back down and began cleaning the area. “This will sting, but it shouldn’t be too bad,” he warned, bacta patch in hand. “Says you,” you started before hissing at the contact. Burying you head into the crook of his neck, you gasped as the cooling agent began making its way through your shoulder, numbing it and making the pain slowly fade. “I told you,” Obi-Wan breathed, gliding his hand up and down your back.
His next target was the nasty shot that was present on your thigh. It was nasty, in Obi-Wan’s opinion. He cleaned the dirt a dried blood from it, unmoving each time your nails dug into his shoulder in pain. Once cleaned, Obi-Wan was able to really examine the damage. The hit went deep, multiple layers of skin had been burned and there was a spot that kept bleeding, so the bacta patch would have to come later. He looked up at your eyes from his knelt position, a knit between his brows. “We’ll have to get you some professional medical attention to this one, but I think I can stabilize it until we get there.” He said, grabbing gauze, bandages, and burn gel. A slight chuckle left your lips as you looked down at him, causing him to meet your eyes once again. “You mean you aren’t a doctor? Maker what else are you hiding?” You joked, placing a soft hand onto his shoulder to stabilize yourself. Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed at the last statement, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. He quickly wrapped up your thigh and began taking out a small bandage for your chin.
“I’m sure I don’t need all that Obi-Wan,” you said, sitting up. He said nothing as he took out the bandage and swiftly hooked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head slightly so he could get to the small gash. Your face felt hot, a sudden flash from a sudden action. He quickly placed the bandage and lowered your chin slowly, thumb resting on the side of your chin. The air grew hot as you looked into his blue eyes, watching his pupils dilate and widen at thoughts that ran through his mind. You felt his other hand rest lightly on your hip, the one holding your chin moving up to cup your cheek. His breath fanned and mixed with your own as he leaned closer, stopping when your noses began to touch. You felt your lips part as your eyes fluttered closed, the action granting him permission to close the gap.
His lips felt soft against your own and moved in sync as you deepened the kiss. Every thought pertaining to the Jedi Order and its rules left your thoughts as you felt Obi-Wan move closer to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you close. You hummed and moved you hand into his soft auburn locks, messaging his scalp. A soft groan left his lips and you smiled into the kiss, pulling away shortly afterwards to breath. Obi-Wan rested his forehead against your own, smile spreading across his lips. “Well, now that that’s been settled, lets have a look at you, hm?” You said removing his own robe and tending to his wounds.
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November 22nd
Fanfiction/Original Fiction (loosely based on Lewis Carrol books)
First created:May 2020
Last updated: Oct 13th,2023
General Premise: a version of Alice in wonderland after a few visits and shes now an adult.
Other notes: I haven’t gotten too far in writing but i have most of it planned out so i my put up my timeline for it as well after November is over.
Tw: signs of abuse
One day inside a world made of curiosity, insanity, and wonder known as Wonderland sat a young black and pink striped cat on an old stump inside a cave where a large mirror stood tall, The Looking Glass. He was tasked to watch over this mirror and instead he was sleeping soundly on the stump, but of course, he was, nothing ever happened, and the last time anything actually happened was 5 years prior. The last time his owner Alice visited Wonderland, he liked sleeping because in his dreams she was there, and he wasn’t alone.
He sighed in his sleep when all of a sudden the mirror cracked loudly causing him to stir and look over, he stood up to go investigate but, in the next moment, the mirror shattered completely causing him to jump back behind the stump to safety. Among the shattering glass there was a large thud amongst the crash, and once everything settled Cheshire peeked out to see what happened only to discover one important thing. Or rather person, Alice herself, now laying in a pile of broken mirror glass. It was obvious that a lot of the cuts she had were from that, but upon closer inspection, he noticed bruising on various parts of her body, especially the arms and face. She was still in her nightgown, and that looked worse for wear as well. Cheshire almost couldn’t breathe as he took it all in, seeing the mirror shattered was upsetting but seeing her hurt was worse.
Cheshire stared at the debris in disbelief and thought ‘okay, one of the two main gateways to the other world is now completely inaccessible but... they still had the other one right? Right?’
Then a shrill old sounding voice sounded at the entrance of the cave and Cheshire turned to see his mentor and fellow gatekeeper, Dodo, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack at the sight before him. Dodo shook himself then looked up at the cat in front of him “Wh-Wha….this is bad….th-th-this is so bad, so much worse, oh no, oh no……” Dodo started to rant and pace around careful of the glass. Cheshire watched him unable to think of anything comforting, plus he was more concerned with Alice at the moment. Then he realized something. “Mr. Dodo sir….what happened to the other gate?” Cheshire asked about the door that acted as the other gate hidden on the far side of the forest. “The other side has been buried, I’m afraid it wasn’t by accident…” Dodo replied looking down at the unconscious Alice.
“Whether it was or not, both gates are null and void. I’m taking her to Hatter, you do what you need to do.” Cheshire replied, using his magic to carefully pick Alice up off the floor.
“I...I will notify the Queen...Should I keep her...out of it?” Dodo asked, causing Cheshire to stop at the entrance in thought.
“No, you can tell her, she’d find out anyway, let her know where I’m taking her, I’ll take care of Alice.” Cheshire said using his glass magic to teleport away before he could get a reply.
Dodo sighed before looking around the cave. “Oh miss Alice, what happened….” Dodo said to himself before leaving the cave and traveling towards the Castle of Hearts.
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the first visit - several years before
The little girl in the blue dress had seen a white rabbit and followed it, only to fall down a large hole. she passed out when she hit the bottom and climbed back up when she awoke. However, the world she knew was not the one she climbed out to.
It was a strange world with butterflies made out of actual butter, and horseflies that looked like horses with fly wings. The trees and flowers could talk and tease the girl as well as a large grinning cat.
The cat in question was the first to spot her inside the dark woods that he resided in. He knew the girl was lost but didn’t care, just wanted to have some fun, so after scaring the poor girl by talking to her from the shadows he appeared in front of her in a shattering wall of glass. This spooked the seven year old which made him grin wider. His pink and gray body moving around like a broken mosaic as he greeted her.
“Hello, little one, what are you doing here? you don’t look like you’re from Wonderland.” He stated looking at her closely. In truth she looked to fit right into Wonderland, but he knew she came from the rabbit hole, so how could that be.
“Wonderland, where is that? I’ve never seen it on a map.” She responded with a curious tilt of her head.
The cat chuckled at her moving in the air to lay on his back. “Of course you haven’t, Wonderland doesn’t appear on other world maps.” He said simply like it was the most obvious thing ever.
The girl frowned at him and his tone. “Well fine, can you at least answer my question?” She asked trying to keep her tone even.
The cat could tell she angered easily and could not resist in messing with her a bit more.
“what question?” He asked simply.
“Where is Wonderland?” She asked not liking the way his eyes shined in mischief.
“Were in it.” He replied without a beat still grinning wide.
“Yes, but where is it?” She said already sounding exasperated.
“Where’s what?” He asked tilting his head cutely.
“Wonderland…” The girl replied sighing through her nose basing herself for another run around.
“I told you we are here.” He replied before getting a satisfying frustrated groan in response.
The girl stopped herself after the groan however, and took a deep breath before calmly switching up tactics.
“Okay then, what’s your name?” She asked simply.
“My name?” he asked surprised, she simply nodded in response.
He blinked at her questioningly. “Why?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Why what?” She asked with her own sly grin.
He saw the grin and started to chuckle at the rebelliousness of this little girl, he had to give her that much, she sure had spunk. “Okay, I see what’s going on, alright my name is Cheshire Cat, and you are?” He replied honestly.
She smiled at the answer. “Alice Laddel, Nice to meet you Cheshire Cat.”
“Alice huh, interesting name.” Cheshire said thinking back on an old legend that he was starting to think was true. “So, why are you here Miss Alice?” He asked curiously.
“Oh! I was chasing a pretty white rabbit, then I fell into their rabbit hole, and instead of climbing out back home Ifound myself here.” Alice explained.
“White rabbit? Oh, you mean Ivory, She’s the Queen’s personal advisor and messager, she was probably late getting back to the castle.” Cheshire explained simply.
“Oh I see, well then I shouldn’t be a bother...but How do I get back home?” Alice said getting sad at the fact she wasn’t sure how to return to her parents. Cheshire realized quickly that he did not like seeing her sad. “Well actually, the queen might be able to help with that and if not, she should at least know someone who does.” Cheshire replied getting Alice to perk up again.
“Really?, How do I get to the Castle? Will you help me?” Alice asked excitedly.
“eh… I can get you as far as I can , but I’m not allowed on the Castle grounds, I don’t get along with her son, and i’ve trashed a party or two...dozen.” Cheshire admitted sheepishly.
Alice giggled at the admittance. “Alright that sounds perfectly fine, so shall we?” Alice asked understandingly.
“We shall.” Cheshire said before making a loop in front of Alice which looked tobreak the air into a shattered portal. “Fortunately I know a short cut.” He said before taking her wrist with his tail and going through the portal.
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Back to the present
Sometime later at Hatter’s, Maden Hatter or rather Mad Hatter was currently beating out some dust from some old rugs along with his housemate, the Dormouse, also known as Mousy. March Hare, their other housemate was out running errands. It was when they were putting away the last rug that a large compilation of familiar glass appeared. Hatter rolled his eyes knowing the Cat by now as he stepped off the porch to greet the feline. “Skipping out on your duty’s again Cheshire, I wonder what the excuse…. is now…” Hatter started to say before Cheshire’s magical glass disappeared showing Cheshire holding a battered Alice. “Long story short Maddy, help.” Cheshire said seriously which sounded out of place for him.
Hatter was in shock, and couldn’t even speak anymore, and he didn’t move immediately even though he wanted to, that is till Mousy called out to them to get Alice inside. Hatter shook himself and moved to pick Alice up and bring her inside, Cheshire close behind. “What happened, Chess?” Mousy asked the floating cat as he offered her small form a ride on his back to follow Hatter. “I’ll explain after we get her settled in, I’m still trying to process everything myself actually, and there are a lot more questions than answers.” Cheshire admitted as they all entered the spare bedroom and Hatter placed Alice on the bed and covered her with the blanket. He was obviously having trouble processing everything as well, part of him wanted to lash out, part of him wanted to sit down and cry. He also wanted to help get her cleaned up but the ever-looming hour mark of his tea time curse was edging near and he could feel it.
Cheshire could see it all on Hatter’s face, and honestly wouldn’t blame him for lashing out if he ended up doing so, but he knew a lot of the anger was towards that one priority that wasn’t his choice. “Maddy, why don’t you take care of that timely issue of yours, and I’ll help Mousy with Alice, then after I can tell you both what I know.” Cheshire said in offering as he moved to the bedside table to let Mousy off his back so she could start helping with Alice. “Yes, that sounds like an excellent plan. Cheshire, can you go get a few towels from the linen cabinet?” Mousy asked him while also being more final with Hatter who still hadn’t moved. Hatter nodded after a moment and took a deep breath to calm his nerves before moving to go to the kitchen to make his tea. Cheshire nodded to Mousy before heading out to the hallway to get to the cabinet. He looked up at the clock nearby seeing how close the top of the hour was and sighed knowing how agitated Hatter got with it over the years, even though Alice got the curse modified so he could at least sleep, it still took a toll on him both mentally and physically, and not in a good way.
Cheshire soon went back with as many towels as he could carry, in all sizes. Mousy had already gotten a few medical supplies from the drawer on the bedside table. Mainly bandages, cotton, and cleaning wipes. She was currently using the last to clean off some cuts. “Here you go Mousy.” Cheshire stated as he set towels down nearby. “Thank you Cheshire….goodness, some of these bruises look old…” Mousy pointed out as she assessed Alice’s arms, neck, and face. “Oh? How old?” Cheshire asked curiously as he was motioned to move the blanket off of Alice. Mousy needed to look at the rest. He did just that as she replied. “Few days at least, some look possibly a week or so, oh dear, there’s more all over… the cuts look new and some have glass in them.” Mousy said as she used her small hands to pull out pieces carefully. “Yeah, those I know, I was there, the mirror was shattered.” Cheshire said just as Hatter came to the door with a cup of tea.
“The Looking Glass is broken?” Hatter asked incredulously as he came in and sat down at a nearby chair. “Yeah, she fell right through it and it shattered, I don’t know how, but what’s worse is the other gate has been buried from the other side.” Cheshire explained firmly. “Oh my, so does the Dodo know?” Mousy asked, pausing in her assessment. “Yeah he showed up just after the break, he went to tell the queen and I brought Alice here.” Cheshire replied with a sigh wishing he knew more. “And that is all that anyone knows now till she wakes up...looks like we will have a visitor later on.” Hatter replied with a heavy sigh. It was going to be a long day.
“Mousy do you need my help with anything?” Hatter soon asked after taking the last sip of his tea. “Yes pick out some fabric, you’ll be making her a new outfit, I’ll get her measurements shortly.” Mousy replied as she continued to care for Alice's wounds. “Oh yeah, good idea.” Hatter replied feeling a little dumb that he had to ask, he took out a roll of measuring tape and placed it nearby Mousy. She nodded her thanks and started measuring and writing everything down on a notepad on the bedside table. “I’ll send Cheshire with the measurements when I’m done, I don’t want either of you boys in here for a while.” Mousy said simply as she went about. “Why not?” Cheshire asked confused as Hatter made it to the door. “Because I'm going to unclothe her, I will not have either of you ruin her dignity.” Mousy said with a borderline snap. This caused both boys to blush with Hatter exiting quickly to head to his room. Cheshire nodded in understanding before being handed the notepad and leaving the room as well.
While Mousy got to work on everything under Alice’s clothes, Cheshire brought the notepad to Hatter and then took a perch nearby on top of a cabinet. “I’d offer to help but after last time it’s best I stay back. “Cheshire said simply as he got himself comfortable. “Agreed, we don’t want that to happen again.” Hatter replied as he went about his room picking up fabrics and such. “Although I might ask for your opinion from time to time, so try not to go to sleep.” Hatter said with a chuckle. “Right, I know, I don’t think I could anyways…” Cheshire admitted frowning which didn’t look good on him. “Hey. You did perfectly by bringing her here, there’s not much else you could have done.” Hatter said, trying to cheer him up, even though his back was turned to the cat. He’s known the feline long enough to know when he was unusually frowning.
“Sides I’m sure both of the girls wouldn’t want you frowning.” Hatter said turning to him with a grin slyly pointing out his crush on his housemate. Cheshire blushed at that and shook his hand, being sure to get his iconic smile back up. “Y-yeah sure they wouldn't.” Cheshire said before clearing his throat. “Uh… so… uh… I would usually ask her but right now I can��t, so… uh…. how has Mousy been?” Cheshire asked, feeling embarrassed, especially when Hatter’s grin grew wider. “She’s been good, helpful as usual, and she recently found a new bread recipe, It’s fantastic by the way, there might be some in the kitchen still. Although with hare....maybe not.” Hatter replied simply.
While lifting up to different sets of fabrics, each had a blue, a white, and a black, but the shades differed. “Yeah with him in this house, probably not, uh….I like the black and blue on the left and the white on the right. Maybe add a purple?” Cheshire offered with a shrug. Hatter hummed, taking the three that were pointed out and placing them next to each other, nodding in agreement he set that set down and put away the rest before looking around for some purples. “She has missed you though, it’s a shame that the first visit in a while had to be all of this though.” Hatter pointed out casually. “Oh yeah really, she has, oh man I really gotta come by more often huh.” Cheshire replied sheepishly. “That you do, course I’ve missed you too, even though we sometimes don’t get along.” Hatter replied honestly. “Yeah, well we sometimes get along just fine, like now, but yeah after all of this is over I’ll try to visit more often.” Cheshire said in a promise.
“Yes, when this is all over…'' Hatter said growing quiet. ‘When Alice leaves again.’ a small voice sounded in Hatter’s mind in a mocking sneer. Hatter almost replied to that voice but then Cheshire spoke up knowing the turmoil that was his friend's mind. “Alice too, since with both of the gates being closed, she’ll have to stay here.” Cheshire pointed out, even though they would probably find a way to fix that, but for now, it was to keep Hatter out of his own head. Hatter blinked at that and looked over coming out of his mind. “Yeah, she'll definitely need a place to stay, I’m sure mother will try to get her to stay at the castle but I can work around that.” Hatter replied a lot more upbeat again.
Cheshire inwardly sighed in relief at the sight. “Oh yeah, big bad red is definitely going to want to butt in.” Cheshire said with a laugh as Hatter put up three different shades of purple with the selected set of blue, black, and white. Cheshire hummed in thought before floating over for a closer look, the two light ones worked well with the blue, but the dark purple gave a nice contrast. “This one is tough Maddy.” Cheshire replied just before the front door sounded with the sound of the March Hare and one other person.
Soon both were upstairs entering Hatter’s room, March’s cousin, the White Rabbit was the visitor and she came with a request from the Queen of Hearts. “I’m sure you both are already aware of why I’m here.” She spoke simply having done this message numerous times. “Oh course Ivory, the Queen wants to see Alice as soon as possible.” Cheshire pointed out with an eye roll. “Yes, but she is still unconscious, so we don’t know when we will be able to head over. Actually, while you're here.” Hatter said lifting the set and the different purples.
Ivory hummed in thought looking at it, obviously, it was for Alice so she kept that in mind. “Do you have any grayish purples?”Ivory asked after a moment. Hatter furrowed his brows before taking a look and finding one, placing it with the set he hummed in satisfaction. “Good idea, Chess, Hare? What do you two think?”Hatter asked, showing the two. “Great idea cus, apple don’t fall far from the tree huh.” March replied with a hearty laugh. “Oh thank goodness, I sure couldn’t have figured out that one.” Cheshire replied. “Oh no problem, might as well help while I’m here, By the way, I assume Mousy is tending to Alice, I’ll go help her now.” She said hopping out of the room.
“I assume you know what’s going on?” Hatter asked March as he started to use the measurements to create Alice’s new outfit. “As much as I need to know, Alice back and hurt, and both gates are broken, right?” March replied in not-so-perfect English. “That pretty much sums it up there Hare.” Cheshire replied now back on top of the cabinet. “See all I need to know, I go make dinner now, call if need me.” Hare said exiting the room and heading down the stairs “Will do March.” Hatter said getting into the zone of making the outfit. Cheshire stayed quiet but carefully watched Hatter for any signs of his inner turmoil.
For a while, nothing was said. The only sounds were the slight shuffle from Hatter moving things around, March making food downstairs, and the girls whispering to each other across the hall. Cheshire zoned out watching Hatter after a while until Hatter spoke. “Thank you for keeping watch over me Chess.” Hatter commented honestly. “Hmm?” Cheshire asked in a hum sitting up a bit to be more alert. “You know of my problems with the curse and that voice, I thank you for keeping me in check when you're here.” Hatter clarified stopping to take a small break from working to look at the feline. “Well, you're welcome, It’s the least I can do, sides Alice would be upset if I didn’t, and you're my friend, it’s what friend’s do right?” Cheshire asked with a grin.
“Yes that’s right, I just hope I can return the favor in kind.” Hatter replied with a sigh hearing a teapot whistle downstairs, he’d have to thank March for that again when he brought up a cup, it was nearing the hour again. “Yeah well, endless access to your house, and all it holds is a good start.” Cheshire replied with a shrug. “All it holds, like Mousy?” Hatter asked with a knowing grin. This caused Cheshire to blush heavily. “I don’t know what you're implying, but shut up.” Cheshire replied firmly knowing exactly what he was implying. This just made Hatter grin more. “Oh, so you don’t like her?” Hatter asked, backing him into a verbal corner. “What? Yes, I do, I mean not like that, I mean yes, but, ugh you do that every time, stop it.” Cheshire complained, making Hatter laugh. “Alright, but be glad I don’t do it in front of her.” Hatter replied hearing footsteps from the stairs. “Yeah… that would be worse…” Chesire conceded simply laying back down on the cabinet as March came in with a cup of tea.
“Here you go boss, just before the top of the hour for you, dinner is almost done, Maybe it wakes miss Alice up.” March replied, handing over the cup to Hatter. Cheshire sniffed the air. “Oh yeah here’s hopeing, cause that smells wonderful.” Cheshire said, drooling slightly. “Thank you March, and yes a speedy recovery is always hopeful, so I’ll get to finishing this while I can, Chess would you check on the girls?” Hatter asked as March nodded in agreement before going back down to the kitchen. “Oh yeah sure.” Cheshire said heading out to the hall and lightly knocking on the guest bedroom door.
Ivory answered the door with a curious look. “Yes, Cheshire?” She asked. “Uh I was asked to check in on you girls, also Hare says dinner is almost done. Is Alice alright?” Cheshire asked simply. Ivory sniffed the air and nodded in understanding. “Smells like it, yes, but she is still unconscious.” Ivory replied before Mousy spoke up from inside the room. “Come in Cheshire, she’s covered now.” Mousy called out. Ivory moved to let him in and he floated in and sat in mid-air near the bed looking over Alice. She looked better than when he brought her in that was for sure, but still asleep. “Hatter probably wanted to be left to finish the dress on time for when she wakes up.” Cheshire said simply. “Yes well, I heard March got him some tea, and I know he tends to not have any of his other problems when he gets into the zone of making something, so that’s fine.” Mousy replied. Ivory left the door cracked so the smell of dinner could float in, and let the others know it was okay to come in. She then sat on the bed near Alice's feet with Mousy.
“Yeah we were all just talking about how dinner might wake her up, wishful thinking I’m sure.” Cheshire said. “Well maybe but, she liked March’s cooking before so it’s not too far-fetched.” Mousy pointed out. Ivory nodded in agreement. “Yes well, Miss Alice does like food.” Ivory said before sighing. “I really wonder what happened before she fell through the Looking Glass.” Cheshire and Mousy nodded, the former speaking. “We will just have to wait and find out.” Cheshire replied, moving to lay on the bed near Alice’s left leg. “I think I’m going to take a nap, I’m bored otherwise.” Cheshire said with a grin up at Mousy. “Mind waking me up when dinner is done?” He asked. “That won’t be much of a nap but, I’ll wake you up in a timely manner, we’ll go help March finish up.” Mousy replied before moving to get on Ivory’s offered shoulder. “Sleep tight Cheshire.” Ivory said as he closed his eyes and they exited the room leaving the door cracked still.
While Cheshire headed to dreamland, the girls peeked in on Hatter to see him busy at work and in the zone of making Alice’s new outfit, It seemed to be halfway done with his practiced hands. So they both headed downstairs to help March finish up dinner.
Sometime later after dinner and bedtime, Alice was still asleep. Cheshire, who had napped before and after dinner was wide awake in Alice’s room. He waited for her to wake and lazily floated around the room in boredom. He had zoned out in his floating not too long ago but was soon stopped by a distinctive giggle. Cheshire stopped floating with a halt and turned towards the owner of the giggle. Who was none other than Alice herself, awake but still tired looking she smiled up at her cat.
Cheshire grinned with excitement at seeing her awake, proceeding to leap from mid-air into her waiting arms. “I’m so glad you’re awake. You fell through the looking glass and it shattered, and the other gate is blocked, and I didn’t know what-” Cheshire started in a rant keeping his voice down but getting stopped by Alice’s finger. “Shhh it’s okay, I’ll explain everything I can in the morning, okay?” Alice asked before removing her finger away from him. Cheshire sighed in relent before nodding and moving to snuggle against her chest.
By the time Hatter came down to make his tea, Alice had already gotten up and gotten dressed in her new outfit before even Cheshire woke up. The cat woke up to the surprised and excited shout of Hatter, who was greeted by Alice with a cup of tea and a plate of breakfast. The shout woke the whole house, guest included, and after greeting and hugs, everyone sat down at the dining table to eat. After explaining to everyone that she woke up the night before she was finally asked the big question. “So, what happened?” Hatter asked quietly and patiently. Alice sighed pausing to think of how to word her explanation.
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Acts of Redemption - chapter 1 (AVM SHORTS Story)
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Acts of Redemption
When the battle was finally over, when all of them were finally down. The rush of relief and pride should wash over you, after all, you are now a winner right?
Why does it feels....Empty?
TW: Violence, Blood, Mention of melting inside.
Chapter 1 - Accept defeat before it consumes you
For how many hours have them been fighting? One? Ten? Did not an hour pass at all?
Time has become a mush of barely recognizable blurs of images and noises and voices and pain, sweat, pain, pain, pain.
The king managed to hit Second coming on the head, so hard that the stickfigure was sure he had a concussion, and with that, the King had in hands both cubes. Both powers were now his…
It was over… It was all over…
He won…Somehow, They lose...
The stickfigures all focused on King at once; trying, fighting for their lives, take the cube away from him. But it was useless; he was too strong for them now, he summoned all his brutes to attack too, they were overwhelmed.
Second Coming ran on top of debris of a broken castle, readying a punch when a bolt of lightning hit him.
He was used to pain, after all, fighting cause pain, falling cause pain, not being able to save his friends caused pain. But that… That was the worst thing he ever felt, as if molten lava had been pour down his throat, melting him alive from the inside out, as if every piece of meat in his body had been deep fried. He screamed, and Blue ran for him, being hit a quick attack from the King who just wanted to watch them suffer.
The orange stickfigure fell to the ground, but with all his strength, managed to get up in shaky knees, the pain still going through his body, he could taste blood in his mouth.
The fight seemed endless and at this point, hopeless. With the quick slice of a summoned enchanted sword, Second coming watched in horror as the Warden went down, rumbling to the floor like a tower falling down, his heart ached at the thought, he brought it to its death, it was his fault this had happened!
Looking around, there was no weapons anymore, Yellow, still tightly holding on to the blue staff is has been given, was barely able to hold himself together, with bruises and cuts going all the way down to his legs as a horde of brutes surrounded him, he couldn’t keep up with them all, Second wanted to help, he couldn’t move.
Blue and Red weren’t better either, fighting with swords and fishing poles against an all-powerful being was like breathing without lungs, painful…impossible…hopeless… One of the brutes managed to hit Red on the head with the back of his axe, Red fell limp on the floor.
Green was still up, fighting fist to fist against purple, which didn’t care about rules, or playing fair. He was winning, Second knew, Green was strong, was brave but Purple was fast, was ruthless, flying around him, hitting him from all angles… Green was exhausted.
Second Coming didn’t want to give up, not after all they went through, not after all this pain, and it was not an option to give up! So he was alone, fighting head first the King who could kill him if he wanted to. But the sick bastard was not here for blood yet, no, he was playing with them, like a predator playing with its food.
He couldn’t give up, don’t give up! His mind kept repeating that phrase, don’t give up, don’t give up…Don’t….Don’t…
But his legs were, oh so sore, so tired, he was walking on fire, on spikes, on ice, on the souls of whoever died before them in this forsaken place. Keep going, keep walking, don’t fall, don’t stop...
What do you do when your own body betrays you?
He could see the King, floating above them all, waving his power around with Purple flying by his side.
The orange stickfigure fell to the ground, lungs aching while trying to bring him enough air, he felt light headed, and the faint voice of his friends around him when everything went black.
Green was the last one to fall, just by about a minute, he fought with all his might but Purple was strong enough to pin him to the floor and Green didn’t have the strength to stop him any longer.
The last thing he saw before all went black, was Purple holding both his hands to his throat until he couldn’t breathe anymore.
─ Take them all, keep them far away from each other, they are not but trouble when united. ─ The king demanded loudly and the brutes and Purple rushed to oblige, carrying each other stick figures.
─ Except for him.
The taller figure pointed at Second Coming, bruises and tired from a lost battle. ─ He has potential… I want him in my castle.
─ My lord? ─ Purple started, looking at his King with confusion. ─ What could he be worth for? After all he has done…
─ This is not yours information to know! Now, take the others and bring their leader with me.
Purple frowned, but nodded in respect, whatever his King had in mind, he was sure it was important. He didn’t have to worry about it.
─ Let’s go, Piglins! Take the others to the towers; do not take your eyes off of them! ─ Purple ordered around, as he watched his King and his own brutes walk away from the scene. ─ Make your all this idiots are incapable of fleeing again!
The brutes scattered in five groups, not equal in member since, truth be told, they can’t count.
─ I’m taking green myself. ─ Purple followed a small group of brutes, one of them carrying the green stickfigure, who had passed out not long ago. ─ Let’s get this over with…
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Halle's Comet - Part Three (Tony Stark x OC)
Summary: When disaster strikes, it’s up to Tony, with the help of Bruce Banner, to assess the damage and help Halle survive her ordeal.
Word Count: 1,438
Warnings: Injuries, unconsciousness
Tony sent his Iron Man suit into overdrive just trying to catch up with her before she could hit the ground. Amidst the dust and rubble the impact had caused, he couldn’t be sure she’d survived the blow caused by the rogue comet, but hitting the ground from their height would spell certain death for her, so if she could be saved, it was left to him to do it. It was nearly impossible to see and bricks dinged the metal of his armor repeatedly, almost to the point of steering him off course at the rate they were knocking into him. It was only the glimmer of the red sparkles on her dress that made him able to finally locate her. He could reach her if he just flew a little faster.
When he caught her in his arms he realized something. She hadn’t screamed. Hell, Halle had screamed the first time he’d convinced her to let him take her flying with the suit, but falling to her death she hadn’t made a peep. He held himself together until he’d managed to land them far enough away from all the damage. Removing the helmet, he looked at her, scraped, bloody and bruised as she laid unconscious in his arms. "Halle," he urged, hoping she’d wake. "Halle," he tried louder, gently shaking her. Nothing. "Come on, Hal. Yell at me, anything." He was able to get J.A.R.V.I.S. to tell him that she was still alive, something he should have been able to notice himself had the thought of losing her not shaken him so.
Hospital. He had to get her to a hospital. His mind frantically searched for the name and location of the closest hospital but came up empty. But one place he knew of did come to mind. The laboratory of Dr. Bruce Banner. He put a call through to him as he took off with Halle. "Dr. Banner, it’s Tony Stark. I have a young woman who's just been impacted by a fragment of a fallen comet. I’m bringing her in to your lab. I don’t think your usual doctors are going to be able to deal with this kind of damage."
"Tony, I don’t think—" but the line went dead. This wasn’t a situation where Tony was going to be able to take no for an answer. If —between the two of them— they couldn’t figure out how to save her, then he could deal with the consequences of his actions, but until then, two geniuses, one of whom was an actual medical doctor, seemed to be her best hope.
When he reached the lab, there wasn’t time to stop at the door and knock politely. Instead, Tony crashed through the window, making himself a promise to pay for the repairs once this crisis was over. "Jesus," Bruce screamed at the sudden invasion into his space.
"I’ll have the glass replaced," Tony dismissed, while he laid Halle out on a metal table, "just help me save her. She’s been unresponsive probably since before I stopped her fall. She’s breathing, but it’s shallow." Tony explained everything in a hurry, trying not to leave out any information lest he miss something vital.
Bruce was clearly shaken up by this whole situation, but was trying desperately to remain level headed about it all. "Mr. Stark, I understand that you’re an important man, but as I tried to tell you on the phone this is not a hospital." Bruce had meant to continue, but was stopped when Tony took him by surprise, grabbing his lab coat in his fist and pulling him forward until Tony was looking him dead in the eye.
"Help. Me. Save. Her." The words were said through gritted teeth, and Bruce realized in that moment that this would be a losing battle. Tony wanted his help, so he’d give it to the best of his ability. Once released, Bruce went over to examine the young woman. At first glance there didn’t seem to be any alarming injuries, no obviously broken bones, no deep cuts, but it was very possible that she had a concussion and also a good chance that she’d inhaled some of the debris, causing her labored breathing.
Tony waited anxiously for Bruce to say something, or do something, anything besides walk around and look at her. Patience was not his strong suit. Then he noticed Bruce pause. "She wouldn’t happen to be wearing a glowing yellow necklace, would she?"
"No, I don’t think so, why?"
"You’re going to want to come look at this." Tony came around to Bruce's side of the table, and pointed to the pulsing glow emanating from roughly the center of her chest, bright enough to be seen through her dress. Tony, no stranger to Halle's body, was the one to hook a finger into her dress and lift it, seeing if he could locate the source of the light, but he could find nothing.
"I’ll do a scan, take some blood, see if we can see what's going on in there," Bruce said. Tony only nodded. This was certainly unusual. She didn’t seem affected by this strange glow. Maybe it would make a difference when she woke up.
Bruce was able to draw some blood and give her body a full scan with the equipment he’d used many times on himself. It would take a little while for results to come through, so now they were focused on waking her up. As Bruce took her vitals, which all came back relatively normal, Tony turned his attention to the possibility of waking her up. Under normal circumstances it wasn’t good for her to be unconscious for this long. It had to have been at least twenty minutes since he’d stopped her fall. These weren’t exactly normal circumstances though, Tony reminded himself. He certainly didn’t want to wake her only to send her system into shock, but he wasn’t sure he should —or could— just wait it out either. So while he debated, he took her hand.
He wasn’t sure how much more time had passed, with him lost deep in thought, the whirring and beeping of the machines in the room being the only sound. While he battled his decision, Halle took it away from him by waking on her own. Her back arched off the table as she took a deep, gasping breath, startling both the man at her side, and the one across the room, waiting for her results. If Tony hadn’t had his gaze so fixed on her face, he might have missed the golden yellow glow that shone from her eyes as she sat up. When the light faded away, they returned to their normal light brown.
"Tony," she cried out when she turned and saw him by her side. She dived in for a hug, completely catching him off guard, but once her arms were around him, Tony reacted on instinct and hugged her back.
"Halle, are you okay?"
Slightly embarrassed about her outburst, she pulled away from him. "I think so. We were on the roof, and then I was falling. I don’t know what happened."
"Comet fragment got a little too close for comfort," Tony informed. "Took down the observatory and you with it." He decided to leave out the bit about the strange glow that had come from her chest until he could assess her health and state of mind.
Bruce lingered several feet away and took the lull in conversation as his opportunity to speak. "Blood results are in. Iron levels are high. Astronomically high. Shouldn’t even be able to be reached by the human body kind of high."
"And what does that mean," Tony snapped.
"Malfunction," Bruce supplied. It was the best possible answer he could come up with. "It shouldn’t be possible, and she seems fine. Scraped, bruised, a little dirty, but fine."
Tony waited for him to go on, but Bruce offered no more information. "And the scan," Tony finally asked.
Bruce shook his head. "Hasn’t come back yet. Takes a while, even with my tech. Halle, if you’d like to clean up, bathroom is out that door and just down the hall to the right. There’s a robe hanging inside. When you get back, then we can get those scrapes and bruises seen to, make sure they’re just superficial."
Halle swung her legs off the table and got down. "Thank you. I won’t be long." Tony wanted to go after her, keep an eye on her, but he knew she wouldn’t permit him to. He’d just have to wait.
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Top 9 First Aid Supplies Every Industrial Worker Needs
Safety is an essential aspect of industrial work. Most jobs in industrial settings involve a high risk of injury . Therefore, industrial workers need to have industrial first aid supplies handy and be appropriately trained in their use..
This article highlights our recommendations for the essential industrial first aid supplies that every industrial worker needs easy access to - whether in they are working from the workshop or from their field service vehicle.
Ten Most Important Industrial First Aid Supplies for Industrial Workers
1. Compression Bandages
Sprains and strains are common injuries for industrial workers. They are often caused by lifting heavy equipment or using poor lifting techniques.. Strains and sprains are usually accompanied by pain, swelling, and even bruising but can be relieved by using RICE (Rest, Ice, COMPRESSION, Elevation).
Compression bandages are used to satisfy the third step in RICE treatment by using a stretchy bandage to apply pressure to the affected area.
It is important the first aider has received appropriate first aid training to apply a compression bandage so they don’t inadvertently apply too much pressure and cut off blood circulation to the affected limb.
Compression bandages can also be used to stabilise an injured area such as a rib fracture as well as to help treat and prevent edemas (a build up of fluid in the lower legs). Ourcohesive bandages and crepe bandages can be used as compression bandages.
2. Sterilised Gauze
Bleeding caused by cuts or punctures can be deadly if not treated appropriately soon after the injury occurs. . The wound should be adequately cleaned with antiseptic.
After that, a sterilised gauzeswab should be applied to the wound and fixed in place with adhesive tape or a bandage. A little pressure on the site of the injury can help stop the bleeding.
3. Warm Compresses and Ice Packs
Warm compresses are used to treat injuries that are more than 48 hours old. The heat from a warm compress helps increase blood flow to the affected area which in turn helps relieve muscle pain and tension.
Cold compresses (also known as ice packs) are used shortly after an injury has occured to restrict blood flow which in turn reduces bruising, swelling and inflammation.
4. Splints or Slings
In cases of fracture (or suspected fracture) splints and slings are really important to help stabilise the affected limb and prevent further damage which could be caused by movement.
As soon as the fractured limb has been immobilised the injured person should be taken to the nearest doctor, medical practitioner or emergency department for further assistance.
5. Band-Aids and Plasters
Band-aids and plasters are one of the most consumed items in industrial first aid kits. They are very useful for keeping cuts, blisters and minor burns clean in an otherwise dirty environment, helping to prevent infection and further damage.
6. Eyewash
When the worker's task involves risks related to the eyes (e.g. dust, flying objects, chemicals), it is advisable to keep a commercial eyewash close handy in case flushing is required.
Any available eyewash should not be expired and should be stored in an easily accessible location. Most eye washes can also be used to clean and flush out wounds making them very handy for industrial workplaces.
7. Tweezers
These are used to remove splinters of wood or glass or any other small debri item that enters the skin and causes pain, inflammation or infection.
8. Bandages and Dressing Items
Bandages and dressings have various uses and are essential in industrial first aid supplies. They can be used to apply antiseptics, ointments and to help clean wounds as well as to protect open wounds fron further injury. Therefore, bandages and dressings are an integral part of the first-aid kit that every worker should have readily accessible.
9. Trauma Dressings
Trauma dressings (also known as a trauma bandage) consist of durable elastic wrap, a dependable securing device and a sterile non-adherent pad.
Trauma dressings are primarily designed to apply direct pressure to a deep wound to prevent blood loss but they can also be used to secure splints, act as a sling, or be applied in any other situation that would benefit from an elastic wrap.
It is important to note that good first aid requires trained people to provide assistance and not cause further injury.
A good First Aid Training course will provide, industrial workers with the knowledge they need to use basic industrial first-aid supplies and other first aid kit items, and improve their colleagues chances of a full recovery in their time of need.
Source- Essential first aid supplies for industrial workers. Stay prepared and safe on the job.
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Crash Into Me
You’d been MGK’s assistant for years, but you never thought you had a chance at anything more with him until one stoplight changes everything.
Request: “ok im so sorry if this is 2 specific but ive had this idea for ages abt pining!colson x an insecure/clueless!reader who has been his assistant forever. she gets into a car accident and calls him hours later to tell him that a temp will be taking her place for a few weeks (bc of injuries) and he's like ?? why?? she explains nonchalantly, then kells kinda freaks out and shows up at the hospital all worried”
Colson Baker X Reader
Warnings: Cursing, car accident (descriptive)
A/N: This was cute 😊
Word Count: 3185
“Alright Kells, I’m out for the night. I’ll email those tracks to the board when I get home and I’ll let you know if I get any updates for tomorrow’s press.” You told the blond man who was sitting on the couch as you put your laptop into your bag. You tried not to yawn as you heaved it over your shoulder, “anything else?”
You glanced at the kitchen clock that read 2 am and let out a small sigh. You were used to late nights given your job as assistant to a rockstar, but most nights you were able to leave before 8 pm. Tonight you and Colson had gotten really invested in the tracks you were editing and lost track of time.
“Y/N,” he turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. He wanted something that you really weren’t gonna want to give him. “Could you come over early tomorrow to help me pick out what to wear for the Vanity Fair interview?”
You chuckled, “you know they have their own wardrobe department?”
He sighed, “yeah but you know me so much better than all those stylists. I trust your opinion more.”
You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, begging you. “Fine, but I’m buying us coffee with your credit card.”
He broke out into a smile, “thank you, love you!” He called as you walked towards his front door.
“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him, taking your car keys into your hands, and stepping out into the LA night. There was a soft breeze that shook the trees slightly, making you smile. It felt nice outside for the first time in a while.
Because of this, you decided to drive home with your windows rolled down, letting the wind flow through your hair. The roads were pretty barren by LA standards, so traffic was pretty much non-existent. You were sitting at a red light, your fingers tapping against your steering wheel as one of Colson’s songs played through your speakers softly.
You reached to turn up the volume as the light turned green. You pressed the gas, your car moving forward into the intersection. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal of brakes, looking over to your passenger window to the sight of two headlights barreling towards you. You tried to speed up to get out of the way, but it was too late.
The truck rammed straight into the side of your small car, pushing your vehicle over into the car next to you. You put your left arm up to shield you from any flying debris, but it was futile. The infrastructure of your car fell apart at the force, the dashboard collapsing onto your right leg. Luckily, your left leg managed to avoid the destruction.
You could barely feel the force of the whiplash due to the pain in your abdomen at the deployment of the airbag. Glass from the car next to you fell into your car through your open window, cutting into your skin.
And then all of a sudden, everything stopped. The truck that had hit you had stopped moving, allowing you to fully assess the damage. Your car was totaled for sure, and your leg was definitely crushed. You cried out in pain, breathing heavy and trying to see straight. You could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, giving you some sense of relief.
When the paramedics got to the scene, you were the last passenger to be taken out of the crash due to your car being in the center. A firefighter had to break the glass of your windshield, which was already cracked, in order to pull you out. When you told him your leg was stuck under the dashboard, he sent a team of men to lift it from your foot and another to pull you out of the wreckage.
They were all amazed you were still conscious but got very worried when you told them you couldn’t feel the pain in your leg. You rode in an ambulance to the hospital, the EMTs helping pick the glass from your skin and assessing your injuries. You made jokes with them to calm yourself down, something that you did with Colson and Rook whenever they got into accidents while you were out with them.
You thought about giving them Colson’s name when they asked about your emergency contact but decided against it. You didn’t want to worry him until absolutely necessary. You figured you’d see what the doctor had to say and if you wouldn’t be able to come back to work, then you would tell him.
Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the doctor said. In fact, you wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week due to your shattered leg, bruised abdomen, and concussion.
The leg would require at least 2 if not more surgeries to repair and you would be on close watch for development of a more serious brain injury. After that you most likely wouldn’t be able to be back on your feet for another 8 to 12 weeks, which was kind of a requirement for your job.
It was almost 5am, so you weren’t necessarily thinking straight when you called Colson from your cracked phone. He answered, his voice conveying how tired he was. “Y/N? Everything okay?”
“Hey Kells, I’m not gonna be able to come in early tomorrow, or at all. I’m gonna start looking for a temporary replacement tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it. Oh! And I couldn’t send those tracks to the board, sorry.” You told him, only half registering the words you were saying.
The confusion was evident in his voice, “what? Why do you need to find a replacement?”
You realized you had forgotten to tell him what happened. “Oh, yeah! It’s kind of funny.” You started, chuckling but then realizing that laughing made your stomach hurt even more. “And by funny, I mean not funny at all. I got into a car accident. Some dude ran into my car in an intersection and now I’m in the hospital.”
“Which hospital?” Colson asked, suddenly much more awake.
“Hollywood Presbyterian.” You told him, “why?”
He sounded like he was rushing around, which he was. “I’m coming to see you.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “why? I’m fine, you don’t need to do that. You have a big interview tomorrow, you should sleep.”
Colson sighed, “fuck the interview, I’ll be there in a few.”
“Colson you don’t-“ You started, but he hung up before you could tell him not to come.
Why was he rushing to see you in the hospital? Sure, you were friends, but he had much more important things to worry about right now. And besides, you were more casual work friends. He wouldn’t even know you existed if you didn’t work for him. Sure, you had a huge crush on him, but he was your boss, you were just someone he asked to do things he didn’t want to do.
20 minutes later Colson ran into the hospital room, stopping when he saw you in the bed. Your face was red from chemical burn and a few cuts of glass. Your right leg was propped up with basic bandaging around it. His heart broke at the thought of how much pain you had probably been in.
“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, moving to sit in the chair on your left side.
You shrugged, “I’ve been better.”
“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He asked, eyes full of pity.
“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was serious. Figured I’d find out if I would have to miss work before telling you.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as a headache washed over you.
Colson’s mouth gaped open, “you didn’t want to bother me? You got in a car crash and you weren’t gonna call me unless you would have to miss work?”
You shrugged again, “yeah. If my laptop wasn’t completely crushed in the accident I would’ve just found and sent a temp in tomorrow, but obviously that’s impossible.”
“Y/N you’re kidding me, right?” He asked, exasperated. You furrowed your eyebrows in response, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. “Y/N I don’t give a shit about a temp; I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken and these headaches are killer, but they gave me a lot of pain medication so, I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your thoughts racing as you tried to figure out why he cared so much about how you were feeling.
He nodded, hand reaching out and landing on top of yours gently. “So, do they have to do surgery? What all did the doctors say?” He asked, worry in his eyes.
You nodded, “yeah, at least 2 surgeries. One around 11 am and then depending on how that one goes they’ll schedule the next. And they have to watch me to make sure my concussion doesn’t get worse.”
He pulled out his phone, typing away. “What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly feeling very tired.
“I just emailed the PR liaison for Vanity Fair and told them I wouldn’t be able to make it to the interview.” He responded.
“Why did you do that?” You asked through a yawn.
He looked at you like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I have to be with you right now.”
You were very confused as to why he thought he had to be here. “Colson, I’ll be fine. You should go to the interview. You don’t have to stay here.”
“I do have to be here. I want to be here.” He said, sternly.
“Why?” You asked, trying to keep your eyes open.
“Because I wanna make sure you’re okay.”
“I’ll just call you after the surgery, it’s no big deal.” You responded lazily.
He shook his head, “I want to stay here with you, Y/N. Okay? I care about you.”
You were too tired to process what he was saying at this point, so you just let out a hum. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I need to see you being okay. When you called me, I swear I was gonna have a heart attack if I didn’t see you.” He continued.
You were barely awake at this point, letting out a simple, “I’m okay” before slipping into unconsciousness.
Suddenly you were back in your car, “Bloody Valentine” playing from your speakers. The sky was dark green, almost like a painting. In front of you, the red light turned green. Like clockwork, you pressed the gas, moving into the intersection. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and you heard the familiar chilling sound of breaks squealing. You looked over and saw those headlights coming towards you, getting closer and closer, brighter, and brighter.
You screamed at the sight, the familiar paralyzing fear coursing through your body again.
“Y/N!” Your name played through the radio. That’s not in the song, you thought. “Y/N!” Colson’s voice rang out again before the truck made contact with your car.
You woke up in a cold sweat to Colson standing over you, hands shaking your shoulders lightly. “Y/N.” He said, relieved when your eyes began to open.
Your entire body was shaking like a poodle and your arms subconsciously reached for Colson, hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “It was just a dream.” He whispered as your eyes darted around the room. “You’re okay.” He reassured you.
“I’m sorry.” You muttered, hands leaving the fabric and moving to cover up your face. “I’m sorry.”
Colson sat on the bed next to you, legs hanging off the side as he stroked your face gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He turned to the nurse who opened the door, a worried expression on her face. He shook his head at her, “sorry, she just had a nightmare. She’s okay.” The nurse nodded but stayed in the room anyways, checking your vitals.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again, the words seeming to be the only thing you could say.
Colson shook his head, “stop saying that, it’s okay.” You pouted at him, trying to scoot over so he would lay down next to you, but it was way too painful. “What are you doin?” He asked, a smile on his face.
You sighed, “wanted you to sit next to me but I can’t move because of this stupid leg.” You motioned to the leg in question.
Colson chuckled, “I can sit next to you in the chair.”
“That didn’t work last time.” You whined.
He looked at you with an expression that was both amused and confused. You were definitely still high on pain medication. “What didn’t work.”
“It didn’t stop the nightmare.” You frowned, hand reaching for his. He chuckled, standing up fully and looking at the nurse.
She flashed him an amused smile, “If you want, we can try to move her. I don’t know how much we can do without hurting her ribs, though.”
Colson nodded with a gracious smile, “hear that? We can’t move you because of your ribs.”
You glared at him, “I may be very high right now, but I’m not that high.” You said, making him giggle. “She said you could try.”
Colson let out an exasperated sigh, one arm going under your back and the other under your left leg. “Is this what it’s like taking care of me all the time?” He asked and you nodded your head firmly.
“Yep. Except I am much smaller than you, so you have less work to do with me.” You smiled as he lifted you off the bed, which quickly turned into a grimace. “Ow!” You yelped and Colson quickly set you down, slightly closer to the right side of the bed.
“Fuck, sorry princess. Are you okay?” He asked, voice soft.
You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip to block the whimpers of pain that threatened to escape your mouth. “You probably don’t remember, but one time you were so crossed that you called me to pick you up from a party. But you couldn’t make it out of the car, so I had to carry you into your house. And then you demanded to sleep in your own room, so you made me drag you up the stairs instead of passing out on the couch like normal.”
Colson let out a breathy chuckle, glad you weren’t hurt too much. He carefully sat onto the cot next to you, pulling up his right leg to sit on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him slightly. You shifted so that you were comfortable, left hand finding his own left hand and holding it. He brought his left leg up onto the bed so he was fully laying with you.
Your head rest on his chest, a soft smile on your face as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. The nurse left, satisfied that you wouldn’t hurt yourself further. Colson pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow.
“What time is it?” You asked him, to which he responded by pulling out his phone and showing you the lock screen. 8:47am. You nodded, a frown on your face, “did you get any sleep?” You asked him softly.
“I’m fine, I was asleep for a few hours before you called me.”
You sighed, feeling guilty. “You should go home and get some sleep.”
You felt him shake his head from behind you, “I’m staying right here.”
Despite wanting to force him to go home, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at his stubbornness to stay with you. “You know you don’t need to be here. I won’t be offended if you leave.”
He chuckled, “stop trying to get me to leave. I’m here. On my own accord, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”
You paused, thinking about the word floating around your head. “Why?” you whispered.
Colson’s face scrunched in confusion, “what do you mean “why”? Because you’re my friend and I care about you.”
“I mean, yeah. But I’m not like a “drop everything” kind of friend, I’m just your assistant.” You muttered.
Colson made an “are-you-serious?” face and let out a snort. “Seriously? You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You mean the world to me, of course I’d drop everything for you.”
You couldn’t think of a response, his words making your heart race. “oh.” Was the best you could come up with.
“Y/N, seriously, you think way too low of yourself. You’re amazing.” He said, nose burying into your hair.
You shrugged, “you only say that because I take care of you when you’re drunk and help you do all the things you don’t want to do.”
Colson’s expression softened, a frown forming on his face. “I’m saying that because I think the world of you. You’re the kindest, funniest, coolest person I know. I meant it, when you told me you were in the hospital, my heart almost stopped. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about you being hurt.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wish you could see how much you mean to me.” He mumbled.
You were quiet for a little while, processing what he had said. “You’re only saying that because I’m in the hospital.” You muttered, a frown on your face. You were trying to keep your hopes low, knowing once you were out of here, he would regret saying any of this.
“Y/N, are you being serious right now? I’m saying this because I’ve been fucking in love with you for the past year and a half.” He said and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t believe you don’t see it.”
You bit your lip, turning to look up to him. “I just- I didn’t want- you wouldn’t.” You stumbled over your words, taking a deep breath, and starting again. “I didn’t want to read too much into it or get my hopes up. I figured you’d never be into someone like me so I just told myself you were being nice. I thought you only treated me well because I worked for you.” You mumbled.
He frowned, holding you tighter to him, “I am so, so into you. You are the only woman in my life who has ever stuck by me through my worst shit. Like even when I was a total jackass you stayed with me. How could I not fall in love with you?”
You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill at his sweet sentiment. You’d never had anyone say something that kind about you. You’d always assumed people only kept you around because you did stuff for them, but here was the man you were in love with telling you that he cared about you for you.
“I love you too.” You whispered, leaning your head further into his chest.
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DEBRIS AND MISERY
THE A-TEAM ; PART 7 / ?
PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
SUMMARY: Now stranded on Lamentis with two of the worst variants, you find it difficult to decide whether Loki is potentially empathetic to others around him.
A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in awhile and for posting this slow-moving and kinda uneventful chapter but I promise you, it’s vital for the next chapter as it explains a few things. Please tell me what you think so far and maybe theories? (idk if yall have any lol) gif from this gifset by @kamalaskhans
WARNINGS: Swearing. Loki being a jerk. Loki and Sylvie
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MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST
Vertigo strikes you more often than you enjoy. The sensation of everything that encompasses, spinning in tandem with your mind. It’s the work you deal with that constantly sends your brain reeling because the complexity of time travel and time itself sometimes becomes too much to handle. Yet, this isn’t vertigo caused by an existential crisis. It’s nausea from the throbbing gash on your cheek and the numbness of your entire face from the fall through the time door.
For a split second, as your body surges through the door in mid-air, you have a vision, a series of flashing images—crimson eyes blinking before you, the sea, the Sun and fire.
Then, it’s gone and you land with a loud thump.
Your head hurts. Your face hurts. Everything hurts.
A groan escapes your lips, muffled with your face to the ground. You attempt to seize yourself up but immediately halt as your hand seems to come into contact with a shirt-like material. Too soft for it to be the ground unless you are on a mattress. Nothing seems to make sense anyway because a second ago, you had a knife to your throat and another, you are falling.
Deciding that maneuvering in the darkness of your shut eyes isn’t going to give you answers, they flutter open, adjusting to the lightness and hues of your surroundings. Then, every muscle of yours freezes with the realization that it is not the ground you had landed on as you meet another’s eyes with the same stricken gaze, staring back at you. Loki, in a rather unfortunate position, lays beneath you.
Momentarily, time passes like a goddamn laggard.
You can hear and feel every ragged breath he takes. Suddenly, you find yourself swallowing.
What a great time to stab him in the chest if you had a knife right now.
Yet, the moment passes as the tension severely thickens and your anxiety starts to creep onto you with the sudden awareness of your unknown surroundings. Purplish hues can never be good. You continue to seize yourself up in the effort to get back on your feet albeit legs feeling weak when you unceremoniously jab his rib with your elbow and you hear Loki wince from below you.
“Woman! Why are your elbows so sharp?!” Loki shrieks through a series of grunts. In a swift movement, his hands are on either side of your shoulders, shoving you off him. You land hard on your back, head slamming onto something metallic as it clangs with the impact. You groan, hand flying to your head as you eye the God with sharp eyes. “Ow!” you yell but then hear the same exclamation echo from another’s lips—the fugitive variant. You seemed to have kicked her in the knee.
In your peripheral vision, there’s a certain glint that catches your eyes. It’s the tempad, sitting idly amongst the dark gravel. Before you could even begin to pull yourself up from the ground, you are being hauled once more as the blonde climbs over you to reach for the device. But, Loki is quick to grab her by the foot, yanking her away with force.
“Get off my foot!” she growls as Loki attempts to make an expeditious crawl towards the device. He manages to snag it but, the Goddess hoists his head onto a nearby desk with a loud clang.
She already has it within her grasp as you’re struggling to lift yourself.
“Goodbye, variants.” she spits, voice course. If it weren’t for your throbbing migraine and the sting from the open wound along your cheek, you would have properly realized she referred to you as a variant. Well, she’s not wrong to a certain extent.
Yet, she’s still here and no timedoor appears.
“You’re outta juice!” Miss Minutes’ American Southern accent mechanically echoes from the tempad in an almost eerily way followed by repetitive low beeps. You watch her repeatedly stab the screen with slightly wide panicked eyes. “It’s not working,” she says, expression growing anxious with every passing minute.
Loki manages to gracefully stand on his own two feet, even after a brutal hit to his skull, and unexpectedly bends over to you and offers an outstretched hand. You don't say anything, taking it as he hauls you up with a hand to your back as leverage. In an attempt to steady yourself, you instinctively grab his shoulder
Then, you find yourself being yanked by the sleeve and a knife to your throat once again.
She has a scowl imprinted on her face, eyes blazing with frustration and rage.
“Give me your tempad,” she snarls, face close to yours. You can feel the edge of the knife grazing your neck with every inhale. A nervous laugh escapes your lips, eyeing the shine of the blade. “Do you really want to do that?”
For a moment, her face falls, yet it’s gone the next second. She pushes the blade closer. If you breathe, there’s going to be blood. “Give me your tempad or I’ll slice your throat,” she threatens and with your erratic heart pounding in your chest, you manage to cry out.
“I don’t have a tempad!”
“She doesn’t have a tempad!”
You and Loki exclaimed synchronically and shared a look. As far as you were concerned, only Renslayer and Mobius knew about the confiscation of your tempad because it was embarrassing enough to be the only analyst to be called to court. You have so many questions but right now, you should be thinking about how your one slash away from being decapitated.
You feel his grip on your back tighten and within a split second, everything changes around you.
Your surroundings have changed, her knife is no longer on your neck. Magically, you have been transported across the room, facing her back. Loki releases his hold on you and shoves the blonde to the side as she tumbles into a storage shelf.
Your stomach churns unannounced, feeling like the floors are spinning below you as you try to wrap around the fact that you were on the other end of the room a while ago and now you’re here. Transportation or whatever the hell it was, made your insides feel like it's about to spew out of your mouth.
“Never do that again,” you groan, holding your abdomen. Meanwhile, Loki has plucked the tempad from the ground and the other doesn’t seem to want to take the hint that fighting isn’t going to do any good to the situation.
“Just give it back to me. You don’t even know how to recharge it.”
“Well, I do.” you chirp and she eyes you with a scowl. “And so does he. You’re not the only tech-savvy Loki.”
“Don’t call me that!”
You and Loki shoot a bewildered look her way.
“Tech-savvy?”
You swing your head to look at the God who shares an expression equivalent to your own, silently raising the only reasonable question at the moment: What the fuck?
Once again, both of your minds seem to be working in tandem as the two of you echo the same question at the same time like two peas in a fucking pod.
“No. A Loki.” Her gaze shifts between the two of you as she shifts in her stance ready to pounce. Yet, as she does, you see that flicker of green magic appear. In a blink of an eye, the tempad disappears. You suddenly grow worried.
“Loki, where’s tempad?—”
“So, you’re just fully a magician then?” The blonde cuts you off with a mocking tone, snarl directed towards Loki. You watch how his shoulders stiffen at her words.
“Fine. For my next trick,” from his grasp emerges a pair of daggers. “I’ll make you disappear.”
“Woah, Woah. Okay. Now, hang on—” as you were forcing yourself between the two, a shot of flame whizzes just about an inch away from your face, from above. You yelp at the sudden streak of fire right before your eyes as you watch it extinguish to nothing once it hit the ground. The three of you stagger back at the surprise of it.
“Is that one of your powers?”
“Where did you send us?”
Curiosity gets the better of you as you crouch down to inspect the hole in the ground. There are chunks of rock with pieces of dull metallic material amongst the debris. You recognize it in the way it shines under the light that beams through from above—it’s Iridium.
You know exactly where you are.
“You have got to be fucking me.”
Abruptly standing, your hands fly up to hold the sides of your head, face morphing to sheer horror, eyes are wide and breaths deepened. The two Lokis stare at you with slightly anxious looks. You attempt to pull back the wisps of your hair that caress your bloody and bruised cheeks to try and diffuse the growing panic and anger sizzling in your chest.
You feel compressed, stuffy. It doesn’t help when you have two pairs of eyes staring you down while you have a meltdown. So, with the turn of your heel, you trudge out of what you finally figured to be one of the fleets of tents as part of a relief camp. The two variants trail behind you.
A sky filled with light bursts and streaks of asteroids and planetoids. In the foreground, the planet Lamentis grows immensely, its structure severely fractured. The collapse of Lamentis is the ultimate apocalypse and the three of you might as well be dead by now. The ground beneath you rumbles as asteroids shoot towards you from above like flaming arrows. Your head begins to throb all over again at the apocalyptic sight.
“You idiot! This is Lamentis-1!” You hear the woman scream as Loki bickers back. “I don’t know what that means!”
You whip your head to the two of you, teeth-gritting and nose flared—you’re practically seething. “We’re on a moon and that planet is about to crash into and destroy all of us! No one makes it out of here and it’s your fault we’re stranded here!” Your anger is directed towards the two but Loki very well knows it’s specifically him. He swallows, attempting to hide his sudden guilt. “So, fuck you. Fuck both of you—”
“Oh, isn’t that just fantastic—”
“Watch out!”
The woman hollers and suddenly, you are being pushed aside as a meteorite darts, punctuated by a screech that makes your ears ring. Then, you find yourself being guided by firm grips to your arms, dragging you as the three of you sprint across the area. You seek temporary shelter under a tanker, crouching behind its tire. The two variants continue to bicker but to you, their voices are muffled as all you hear is intense ringing.
The fugitive variant abruptly stands, extending her finger to a rundown mining shack. “There!” and once again, much to your feet’s dismay, you’re sprinting through a goddamn warzone. From experience, you know you’re not a fast runner—the whole physicality to it just doesn’t match up to your capabilities. So, you trail behind them, struggling to catch up yet, despite your efforts, the universe tends to play your enemy once again as a meteorite strikes you in the arm.
You collapse to the ground and your right ear starts to ring again, louder than before. You don’t hear your shrill scream, cutting through the noise of the eruptions—it’s just a high-pitched tone drumming in your ears and the excruciating pain burning in your arm.
Loki appears before you, barking words you can’t hear. All you do is grip your arm, pressing into the wound. There’s definitely blood, you feel it surging within your fingers. Indefinitely, you feel his hand sharply tug at the crook of your unhurt arm, hauling you up to stand. His other arm curls around your back, pulling you with him in an attempt to make a run for it towards the shack. Overhead, you see her running, whipping her head around to glance at you. She looks afraid.
The ringing finally halts and through all the wailing like war cries ricocheting across the crater, you hear his voice, ragged and low. It's only for your ears. “Come on, just a little more—”
You’re close to shelter with the blonde a few steps ahead of you. You unconsciously knot your hand against the fabric of his jacket, as if it will conjure any lasting energy left in you push yourself forward, and prevent you from thinking about your bleeding arm.
Eventually, the three of you make it to the shack, slamming the door shut once you’re stepping into the place with the sound of muted metallic thunks. You free yourself from his hold, sliding down the door and to your feet, feeling weak as ever. Your eyes flicker to the wound and it's unexpectedly huge and crimson. You groan, ignoring how the constant arguing of the two variants has become white noise to you but right now, all you need is some goddamn silence.
“Would you two just shut up?” Their pathetic squabble comes to an abrupt stop at your words. You then fish out a handkerchief, from your back pocket, weakly waving it towards your bleeding arm. “—And help me out here?”
The blonde’s snarl returns, “And why would we even help you?”
Loki turns to her with a surprised look. “We? So, we are a team—”
“Shut up—”
“Because let’s face it. The two of you are pathetic liars and you don’t actually know how to charge the tempad. So, help me out here before I start losing more blood than I should and you’ll have no way off this moon.” There’s silence and all you do is concentrate on your breathing as the two of them just stand there, staring, thinking. They share a look. The quiet passes in a moment, Loki surprisingly steps towards you and goes to crouch down to your level. He plucks the handkerchief from your grasp and ties a firm knot.
“Does this mean you’re not planning on killing us?”
You snort, gaze shifting between the two. “Not for now.”
You don't notice the flicker of green emerging from his fingertips as he holds his palm against your wound. You don't notice how the pain nearly subsides at his touch.
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The golden cocktail glass mocks you with the lack of alcoholic liquid. It shines under the pretty and obscure chandelier above the circular bar where a bartender shuffles her way around. It also manages to reflect the daze of your expression and the flying wisps of your hair that drifts with every passing elite Lamentian adorned with some fancy hat and shiny heels. They seem to move at an obnoxious prissy speed. Though the thought of every being on this moon is about to die and you too might join them in the apocalypse, it somehow comforts you to think that these rich and elite groups, prioritized to enter the evacuation ark, will be joining the others as well.
The trek from the crater to the train had been nothing but eventful. You kept your mouth shut for most of the time, not wanting to lose your energy over two varaints who can’t seem to get along for once. From the woman who blasted the two for harassing her and Loki’s disguise to enter the train, heading for Shuroo, you wonder if this was all worth it.
You also learn that the woman goes by Sylvie. Not Loki.
Strange.
Right now, you aren’t too worried about the major possibility of dying. As much as you hate the two Loki variants that forcefully brought to the current situation you’re in, you know, from working with several variants of the Asgardian prince, Lokis do not die. But, will you? It’s a question better left unanswered.
Loki appears beside you, elbow propped up on the bar, leaning towards it as he faces you with an oddly sickly grin. It’s nearly amusing when you notice how Sylvie and Loki are entirely different from each other, one being much more aloof than the other, yet hold equivalence as well. At the moment, the difference between the two is obvious because you are very sure Loki is as intoxicated as you are while Sylvie has gone off to dream world by the corner of the lounge.
At least you only have to deal with one for the moment.
“You should really stop drinking,” you say, taking a swig from the martini glass. Loki snorts, curiously watching you in a slight daze. “Then, I must call you a hypocrite.” You scoff, not merely paying any mind to his usual antics and clever counters. You spare him a glance before lifting the cocktail glass to rest upon your lips, “Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself.”
Amid his drunken stupor, he nearly hears his mother with every articulation of those words. He is yet to admit of his amazement for your unmatching traits to your personality—so wise yet so outrageously reckless. Your mind is powerful but you don’t tend to use it very well. Loki merely hums, deciding to disregard his surprise, and takes a seat beside you on the barstool. You don’t shift or flinch away when his shoulder brushes against yours.
“Untrue. I know nothing about you,” he says, glancing your way in his periphery, “And that is because you never let me.” Your laugh comes off more like a puff of air, hinted with amusement. “It’s not that. There is nothing to know about me. I’m not very interesting, unlike you and your variants.”
Loki turns to you, lips pursed into a smile that’s knowing and somehow charming. “Don’t be so modest. You are a part of the most powerful bureaucratic organization in the universe. You must have been to many places, seen many things...” he trails off, watching the deepening furrow of your brows. You turn in your seat to properly face him this time, “And why does it matter?” You eye him suspiciously as he briefly raises his palms in defense. “It doesn’t. I was just...curious.”
You shift in your seat, arm now propped up on the bar. “Well, curiosity did kill the cat.”
“But satisfaction brought it back.”
Silvertongue. You narrow your eyes.
“I’m surprised you know that.”
Loki shrugs, gesturing to the bartender for another cup while you carelessly decide he isn’t worth babysitting for now. The alcoholic drink arrives and he takes an unceremonious shot.
“I think you should really go easy—”
He scoffs, “You sound a lot like Thor.”
You’re frowning again.“You’re drunk.”
“And you’re a mewling quim.”
You’re surprisingly calm at his words. He immediately regrets it, thoroughly blaming the alcohol on his once sharp mind. Though your stare is outright intimidating.
“You know, there’s this ancient poem—Hávamál. You might be familiar with it. Hávamál is said to present advice and wisdom from Odin’s very lips. With your current behavior, a particular stanza comes to mind,” you say, voice hinted with cynicism. He knows of Hávamál but with the current scatter of his mind, it’s a lot harder to remember the words of the specific lines of the poem.
“Humour me.” are the words that leave his lips. They are challenging.
You don’t take your eyes off him as you speak lowly, “Er-a svo gott sem gott kveða öl alda sonum, því að færra veit er fleira drekkur síns til geðs gumi”
Less good than they say for the sons of men is the drinking oft of ale: for the more they drink, the less can they think and keep a watch o'er their wits.
You just called him a drunkard idiot in fluent old Norse and it strikes him like a blade to his cheek. Not as bad of an insult than his, but certainly less childish.
His mouth goes dry.
Abruptly standing to your feet, you take a final swig of your drink, slamming it rather vigorously on the bar. “Maybe, you should have listened to your father more often.” With a spin of your heel, you’re walking away from him. Loki swallows, calling after you. “Where are you going?”
You halt in your step, turning to him momentarily with an unknown expression and a lingering gaze. “Away from you.”
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Oooh I'd love to give you a mariblanc prompt but I'm afraid I can only come up with this and I'm not sure it doesn't count more as marichat:
Chat learns about the events of Chat Blanc (more importantly—him killing ladybug/Marinette) by maybe looking into a portal from a new villain and the terror he feels leads to him getting acumatized again, turning into chat blanc once more but in the current present and Marinette has to go against him all over again?
Basically chat transforms back into chat blanc and Mari is having a bad day...again
A/N: I'm gonna tweak this prompt ju-uuuust a bit cos I've written something similar already last year :) Regardless, I hope you enjoy this~
AO3 / FFN
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"Why...why aren't you running away from me!?"
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Though he snapped out of Le Papillon's control earlier on, he still gravely struggled with the ferocious power of destruction that threatened to ooze out of his fingertips and cause more calamity in their city and continue to make the death toll rise. The only emotions that ransacked throughout his body and mind were immense fear, raging anger and continuous self-loathing after the things he's seen...
...and the things he's repeated.
All while trying his everything to battle his internal war where the rampaging rogue akuma within ordered him to "destroy", like sharp nails scratching on a blackboard and building up his foreign craving for bloodlust and decay. What little sanity he had left was merely a sluggish dam against the waterfall of hysteria that was ready to devour him in the worst way possible.
It was ironic honestly; towards the end, he became what he strived not to be.
And now he was going to end up killing the love of his life all over again.
"...R-Run...please..." Chat Blanc begged, claws digging into the crumbled, concrete floor where he was kneeling with an agonising grimace. The pulse of eradication clenched his entire being like a chain, demanding to be let out and wreak even more havoc, unsatisfied with only pummelling half of the city into nothing.
"More! Destroy more!" It demanded like a viral entity, coursing more anguish through the poor boy's veins and forcing him to collapse on the floor and scream in even more pain. Quite similar to an absolutely, frightened creature being brutally tased to death. "DESTROY THE CITY! DESTROY THE WORLD!" The poor hero was now clutching his head, sinking his lethal claws through his scalp and then blood started to pool from the wounds, staining his pure white locks in a horrific crimson tinge.
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"If you think I'm going to run away, you have another thing coming!" The sound of Marinette's determined voice broke him out of his violent stupor, the scarily resilient girl marching towards him and gracefully avoiding all the obstacles in her way, ranging from dangerous building residues to razer sharp debris.
The corrupted hero gaped at her momentarily, his ice-blue eyes constricted and his muscles tensed whilst her sky blues shone with conviction, her deep black hair flying around behind her, courtesy on the wild wind that shot through her direction.
Her hair was down just like...that timeline.
Except, everything was also so very different.
And suddenly, he felt a small ray of hope bloom in his chest.
"No matter what happens, no matter how many times that despicable, cowardly man forces you to do his bidding, I'll always be here to save you, Chat Noir!" She vowed without any hesitance, boldly getting down to his level and heaving him up to his knees by the arms with a strength that could rival her masked alter-ego.
Despite her torn, tattered clothes that hung limply off her frame, despite the numerous lacerations and cuts and bruises she received prior whilst trying to help him as Ladybug, despite the fact that she's ended up facing him as an akuma twice,
Never has she looked stronger than she did now.
"So please, come back to me, mon Chaton,"
Her beautiful smile was like the cure to his disease, her presence was like innocence in the blighted city and her touch, oh, when she cradled his hands so wonderfully and brought them against her chest, he felt purified.
"I...I...I don't want to hurt you...not again..."
"You won't,"
"Marinette..."
"Adrien,"
Before he could even blink...
...She kissed him.
And everything went black.
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The sound of Parisians celebrating and crying with joy and the warmth of another body holding him against them was what roused Chat Noir awake.
His eyes flickered open, revealing soft, emerald greens that reflected the face of the person he loves more than life itself. His lips parted, as if he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or not, a timid, clawed hand coated in black, reached for her face, grazing his fingers against her jaw with awe.
The awe then turned into a brilliant smile, tears of joy pooling in his eyes and a quiet laugh breaking out of his lips,
"Marinette...you did it...you saved us...you saved us all..."
"Only because you came back to me,"
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PART 2 | previously: part 1 | masterlist
pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader
ratings/warnings: swearing, violence, mention of blood
synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...
a/n: hi hi❤️ i hope you all are doing well! this part is more fight scene style so it was a little harder to write since im not used to writing fight scenes but i hope it turned out okay :) taglist is open so just lmk if you’d like to be added :)) enjoy xx
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two: a good team
You stared at the projection, hoping that it was just a figment of your imagination and that your name wasn’t actually next to Bakugou’s.
“Uh Mr. Aizawa, don’t you think Y/N and Bakugou should be split up? They might blow up the whole training course,” said Denki.
“I agree with Charge Bolt over here. I would respectfully like to request a partner change,” you smiled, raising your hand.
“I’d rather go with Deku than you…” muttered Bakugou.
“Ouch Kacchan.”
“Teams are final, no one is switching,” said Aizawa firmly, “besides, you two need to learn how to work with each other eventually.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
“Great…”
“The villain team can go and head inside. You’ll have 5 minutes until the heroes go inside,” explained Aizawa. Deku and Todoroki ran inside the training ground as you and Bakugou waited on the other side.
“You better not get in my way,” Bakugou muttered.
“We need a plan idiot. If Todoroki freezes us we’ll be screwed,” you said.
“Fine. I’ll take out Deku and Icyhot and you grab the hostage.”
“That is not at all what I was talking about. Remember we have to immobilize them before grabbing the hostage. No way you could take out both of them at the same time.”
“HUH? You’re doubting me?”
“I’m being realistic. As much as I’d rather be kicking your ass right now, we have to work together on this.”
Bakugou sighed.
Finally, the buzzer rang, allowing you and Bakugou entrance into the training ground. This being newly constructed, you had no idea what to expect.
“What the…” your voice trailed off as you looked around the facility. There were multiple small buildings, simulating a city setting. In the middle of it all there was a building bigger than the rest. At the very top, there hung the ‘hostage’ tied up over the edge. You could see another person up there, but couldn’t tell who it is.
“Okay listen, whoever is up there with the hostage is probably Deku, because he’s better with one on one fights. I’m assuming Todoroki is hidden in the lower levels of the building to stop us from getting up to the roof. He'll probably do a surprise ice attack and freeze our feet,” you explained.
You looked over at Bakugou, who was just staring up at the building.
“Hey explosion boy, did you listen to anything I just said?” You asked, poking his arm.
“I’ll fly up, take the hostage, then deal with Deku. You have fun with Icyhot,” he said, beginning to fire up his hands. You shook your head.
“Oh my god do you ever listen? Fine go,” you huffed.
Bakugou didn’t hesitate a second to start blasting his explosions to carry himself up.
Once he was in the air, you began to run towards the lower level of the building. You quieted your feet as you got closer to the opened door. You decided to create a small explosion, just big enough to detect whether or not Shoto was hidden as you suspected. You began to generate heat waves and nitrogen atoms, pressing your hands together to create fusion. Once the atoms were fused together, you threw it inside.
*BOOM*
Perfect. Once you heard that sweet sound you creeped inside. Your mini explosion blew a large hole in the walls that surrounded you. You felt the air get colder, signaling that Shoto was most likely near. Being against someone with a colder quirk was definitely a conflict for you. You tried to follow the colder air, as your suit warned you of your body heat lowering.
“Of course it had to be ice…” you mumbled.
“Ice isn’t all bad,” a voice said. You jumped and saw Todoroki emerge from the leftover smoke of your explosion.
“Really half-and-half? I’m more of a fire girl myself. You should use that sweet left side of yours instead,” you smiled.
Of course he wouldn’t fall for it. He knew damn well that if your body got too cold, your quirk would turn timid.
“No thanks.”
Todoroki shot out large slabs of ice towards you in an attempt to keep you contained. Lucky for you though, you saw it coming and dodged the other way. As a counter attack to Shoto’s ice, you threw another small nitrogen explosion towards him. The ice chucks flew up, leaving a scratch on Shoto’s face.
“Shit-” he mumbled. Shoto continued to shoot ice at you but you kept on sending small explosions towards him. As the temperatures lowered, so did your explosive powers.
“You should really use a variety of moves, Shoto. Ice gets old pretty easily,” you teased. Your strategy was to wear him out before you.
“Oh really?” Shoto placed his hands on the floor.
Shit that’s exactly what I didn’t want him to do.
You jumped up just as the ice would have covered your feet. But now you were having to stand in the slippery ice. Suddenly, you had an idea.
You began creating hydrogen atoms in both hands, using the last of your stored heat to bond them. Shoto continued to throw ice daggers your way, causing you to multitask. Once your bonds were built to your desiring, you executed your plan.
“Jokes on you Shoto, I actually like the cold.” From the distance that Todoroki was standing from the wall, you needed to throw your explosions far enough away from him so you don’t permanently injure him. Shoto threw one last ice slab towards you and you threw your two bonds on both sides of him.
*BOOM*
As the smoke cleared, you saw that you had busted the walls down.
Well we’ll definitely get points off for that.
You felt a sharp pain in your bicep and saw that there was a piece of ice stuck between your skin.
Fuck that hurts.
You ripped the ice chunk out of your arm and threw it on the floor. The cut began to bleed but you ignored it. It was the least of your worries right now.
You waved away the smoke and tried to find Todoroki. He laid on his back, covered in debris.
“Sorry Shoto, you should’ve used fire like I said.”
You attached the makeshift handcuffs to the almost passed out Todoroki.
“Excuse me but I’ve gotta go deal with that idiot Bakugou now.”
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You rushed up the stairs to get onto the roof. Once outside, you were relieved to be in the sunshine again. You looked around and saw Deku and Bakugou fighting. The roof was destroyed from Bakugou’s explosions. Deku must have given him a tougher time than expected. Deku had Bakugou pinned onto the ground.
“Wow Bakugou, I take out Todoroki and you still haven’t caught Miydoria? Amateur work,” you laughed.
“NOT THE TIME MS. ATOMIC OKAY!” huffed Bakugou.
“Ha, guess I’ll have to just save your ass. Sorry about this Deku.”
You charged over to Deku and Bakugou. You hit Deku with a tiny explosion on his side. Now that you were in a warmer atmosphere, your construction time was almost instantaneous. Deku flew off of Katsuki leaving both of you with the upper hand. Deku stood up, sparking green.
“Don’t be sorry for me Y/N.” Deku ran towards you, yelling his signature phrase and punched you in the stomach. You collapsed onto the ground.
“You little shit-” you groaned.
That’s definitely gonna leave a bruise.
Bakugou went back to fighting Izuku as you caught your breath.
“Y/N GET OVER HERE!” shouted Bakugou.
You stumbled onto your feet and began generating another explosion, bigger than your last ones. You had another idea and hoped Bakugou would go along with it. You ran over to Bakugou, jumped onto his shoulders, and threw your bond towards the ground as Bakugou used his explosions to fly you both away from the debris. Deku went tumbling across the roof.
Once the smoke had cleared and you saw that Deku wasn’t getting back up, you knew the two of you had won. Bakugou set the both of you down and you hopped off of him.
“Uh, you handcuff Deku and I’ll untie the hostage,” you said. Bakugou nodded. You unhooked the hostage from the ledge and threw it over your shoulder.
“Hero team wins. Nice job. I’ll get Recovery Girl…” called Aizawa from the loud speaker. You looked over at a collapsed Deku.
“Told you,” you smirked.
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You and Bakugou made your way down the building to the rest of your classmates as they waited outside the gate.
“WOW great job guys!” cheered Kirishima.
“How did you know to get on Bakugou’s shoulders Y/N?” asked Denki. Your face went warm.
“Uh just out of instinct duh. I’m surprised that whole trick even worked,” you replied nervously.
“Yeah well if it weren’t for me it wouldn’t have,” said Bakugou. You rolled your eyes.
“You two actually make a pretty good team,” smiled Kirishima.
“Shut up,” said you and Bakugou, at the same time. Yours and Bakugou’s eyes widened at each other.
“Oh so now you’re copying me, dumbass?” growled Bakugou.
“I SAID IT FIRST, IDIOT!” You huffed.
“It’s like they’re the same person…” whispered Uraraka.
“SHUT UP!”
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Maybe a x Baku fic where he and the reader are friends and the reader gets captured in a fight by a villain with similar quirks to Aizawa that only work if he’s touching the victim? Anyway the only way to get out of the situation is for Baku to literally blow the villain away from you.(bonus if the villain is a bit of a creep).The reader gets really hurt so Baku offers to check in on them as he feels kinda guilty but they end up growing close? Fluff and soft ‘in here to protect you now’ ending?x
a/n: ooo yess!! friends to lovers trope with a bit of angst? count me in! thank you for the request, we’re nearing the end and we’ll be able to open back up soon!!
summary: close friends to being caught in a terrible situation, a villain whose quirk works like your homeroom teacher’s, it’s the ultimate equation that brings you closer to bakugou.
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: fluff, swearing, a bit of angst, gore/violence
wordcount: 1.8k
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It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday, similar to other Tuesdays. The ones that sometimes didn’t feel like Tuesdays at all, or felt all too much like a Tuesday. It was the slightly soggy breakfast from heating it up in the microwave after getting up late kind of Tuesday.
It was the forgetting your pencil bag and having to borrow one for Bakugou, who gratefully trusted you with his favorite mechanical one that had the tiniest All Might nod kind of Tuesday.
It wasn’t supposed to be the unreal encounter with a villain whose quirk was to ‘erase’ your quirk by touching you. Similar to Mr. Aizawa, your quirk refused to work if this villain was touching you at all.
This was not the Tuesday you had hoped it would’ve been.
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Six Hours Earlier
Funneling the soggy waffles into your mouth, you tried to ignore the damp and soft texture as it went into your mouth, and also tried to ignore the somehow scalding food as it sat in your mouth.
It was gone quickly, and you were able to catch up to Bakugou as he headed toward the school building.
“Did you enjoy sleeping in, dumbass?” Bakugou looked at you, his hands in his pockets like usual.
“Hey, I stayed up late trying to study because someone goes to bed at eight-thirty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You said you were busy when i texted you to see if you wanted to study. It’s your own damn fault.”
“Kaminari suckered me into three games of monopoly! He wouldn’t let me leave until he won.” You sighed. Bakugou rolled his eyes and removed a hand from his pocket. He punched your shoulder lightly and looked at the ground.
“You’ll do fine on this test. Just don’t sweat it. You stress to fuckin’ much.” Bakugou reassured you, which was rare. But in a ‘I have to put up with you’ kind of way, Bakugou was happy to know you’d stayed up studying instead of watching a tv show.
“Thanks. I’ll study with you next time, I promise.” You lifted your pinky and showed it to Bakugou, awaiting his.
“I’m not doing a pinky promise with you.”
“C’mon!”
“No.”
“Please?”
A sigh. You went to pull away when Bakugou’s pinky wrapped around yours and tugged at it tightly.
“You annoy me.” Bakugou grunted, un-twirling his pinky and replacing his hand in his pocket.
During class, the big test you’d feared had finally fallen upon you. And just when things had gotten bad, they got worse.
You didn’t have a single writing utensil on you, because you’d forgotten your pencil pouch of course. Of all things to happen today, it had to be the forgotten pencil pouch.
“Bakugou.” You whispered, leaning over to his desk.
“What?” He huffed, watching as Present Mic passed out papers.
“Can I borrow a pencil? I forgot my pouch at home, I’ll give it back as soon as I’m done.” You explain. Bakugou rolls his eyes and shakes his head, lending you the one he had in his hand.
He quickly grabbed out another and you resumed your position in your seat and looked at the pencil.
It looked nice, maybe a bit expensive, for a pencil at least, and the color scheme was odd. It was mechanical, with a little bitty All-Might on it. It was tiny, and probably something he got because it was so low-key.
He really was an All Might fanboy.
The test went smoothly, much smoother than you thought. And when you got your score back at the end of class, you were so happy.
You caught up with Bakugou, and handed him his pencil back.
“Thanks for letting me borrow that, I owe ya one! But look!” You eagerly showed him your score. It was among the highest, only a few marks off from being a perfect score.
“Good job.” Bakugou nodded, slipping his pencil back inside his bag.
“Wanna walk back to the dorms together?” You asked, slipping your test back inside your bag and slinging it around your shoulder.
With a subtle ‘tch’ from Bakugou, the two of you left the class building.
But you were abruptly stopped when the alarms inside started going off. A large explosion caused you and Bakugou to duck from the flying debris.
“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou shouted.
“I don’t know!” You called, looking at him worriedly. You tossed your bag and stood back up, charging over to the where the explosion had gone off.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Bakugou grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.
“Going to help! I can’t just sit here!” You yell, pulling away form him.
“You’re going to get yourself killed dumbass!” Bakugou began running with you, looking at you angrily. He wasn’t made at you, he was just frustrated.
He admired your selflessness.
Upon arriving at the scene, there were a few injured students you managed to help get to safety, handing them to other nearby students so you could get a closer look at what was happening.
An arm emerged from the rubble, seemingly reaching out for help.
As soon as your hand gripped theirs, you felt your body grow weak. Almost like how you felt when Eraserhead used his quirk. A quick scan resulted in one conclusion: he wasn’t even here yet.
“Got ‘cha!” The voice called. A man jumped out and wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you away from the rubble.
“(Y/n)!” Bakugou shouted, opening his palms, ready to charge at the mam.
“No no no!” The man yelled, a firm grip around your throat. You coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs. It was a struggle.
“Such smooth skin, you would be perfect for my collection!~” The man caressed your cheek and all you could feel was sick.
“What do you want?” You asked, your hand gripping at his arm in an attempt to free some space between it and your throat.
“To skin you of course! To store it and sell it! Your skin is delicate and seemingly untouched, it’d be worth a fortune! Let's take a closer look.”
“Don’t fucking touch them!” Bakugou shouted again, waiting for others to get here. They were taking to long.
“Use your quirk already!” Bakugou shouted again.
“I can’t! It won’t work!” You shouted back which resulted in a tighter hold around your throat, sending out more struggled coughs from your airways.
“I don’t see Eraserhead! Why would he-”
“It’s not him silly! It’s me!” The man holding you laughed, his free hand finally reaching around and gripping a knife by your side.
“My touch allows one’s quirk to be blocked. They won’t be able to use their quirk as long as I’m touching them.”
“Get your hands off them you sick fuck!” Bakugou took another step but this was a bad move.
“Take another step and they’ll have 30 seconds to get aid for their severed artery, and frankly, I don’t see anyone around to help unless you can take me out in 5 of those seconds.”
“I’ll be fine! Just go g-get help!” You struggled to speak, your vision becoming spotty from the lack of oxygen.
Think. Bakugou had to think. He was looking for any way to get close to him. But if this guy touched him, he’d be done for. Even without a quirk, this guy looked dangerous, maybe to dangerous for Bakugou to take on quirk-less.
There was one option.
But it would put you in harms way.
“Hold on!” Bakugou screamed, charging for the pile of rubble behind where you were being held.
Using an AP shot, Bakugou obliterated the ground the rubble sat on, sending you and the man flying forward.
It was a big enough gap to give Kirishima, someone who had come to aid at the right time, enough space to grab you from the hold of the villain.
There were going to be several drawbacks though.
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The beeping of a hospital machine was a dull ache in your ears as you rubbed your tired eyes awake.
You’d survived. A few big bruises from the villain’s hold on your throat, plus two broken ribs from Bakugou’s move to save you, as well as a few scrapes and cuts from debris, you were alive and well.
Bakugou stepped into the room, a worried expression on his features. He’d been worrying for about three days straight now, wondering if you were going to hate him, or if you were even going to wake up.
“There’s my hero.” You say softly, smiling at him as he looks at you, holding a small bouquet of flowers.
“I’ve just seen people bring these in movies. I didn’t know what kind you liked.” Bakugou handed you the flowers and sat down in a uncomfortable chair beside your bed.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You lay them in your lap as you look at him. He’s hurt, but physically fine.
“You saved my life Bakugou. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It took more guts to pull that move of than it would have to beat that guy up.” You reached for his hand. Holding it in your own, you rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.
“I landed you in the hospital, and for two days you were unresponsive!” Bakugou had teary eyes as he looked at you. You felt your heart ache as you looked at him.
“But I’m fine now. I owe you big time now.” You laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
“I hurt you. I never wanted to do that.” Bakugou looked down. His abrasiveness was gone. This was rare for him, but the raw emotion was probably something he’d been bottling up for a while.
“You were my hero. Everyone is okay, and that villain is being locked up. I could never hate you ‘Suki.” You reference his first name in the nickname you call him.
“I just care about you so fucking much-”
You lean up and pull him into you, slamming your lips onto his. You were tired of this being ‘just friends.’ This was something you’d been wanting to do for ages now.
Seeing him like this hurt you more than he thought he’d already hurt you. You loved him with every fiber of your being. And so did he.
Kissing you back, Bakugou felt relieved. Like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want to cry anymore, nor did he want to continue moping about.
He’d seen and heard that you were okay, so you had to be right?
“You’re such a dumbass.” Bakugou said as he pulled away, hovering in front of your face.
“For what?!” You smile, looking into his crimson eyes.
“For making me fall in love with you.”
“Then I guess I’m the biggest dumbass there is.”
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Marry Me
Request: Hey I really love your writing. Can you make a story where Fred Weasley and the reader are married and their journey through the war and everything and Fred lives. :) @famdomhideout
A/N: thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Angst! Mentions of war, mentions of violence, injury to reader, injury to Fred, pretty much sad the whole time but lots of fluff at the end and in between. I didn’t proof read so there may be grammar mistakes.
Italics are flashbacks
Your lungs burned as you ran through the hallway, the sound of the death eaters footsteps getting louder as they got closer. You quickly turned a corner, pressing yourself against the wall and holding your breath, your eyes screwed shut as you attempted to make yourself invisible, only releasing the air from your lungs when you heard the death eaters run past you.
You opened your eyes. You were in your old potions class. You looked around the now destroyed room. Shattered jars, that once held herbs and potions were scattered across the floor. The projector screen at the front of the room had been torn in half. Textbooks had been ripped apart, yet in the back of the class, standing right next to you was your desk, The first letter of your name having been scratched into the wood surface, accompanied by an F and encased in a heart.
Fred.
You ran out of the classroom, and headed straight for the great hall, desperate to find the red headed man. You entered the large room, your eyes scanning the soot and dirt covered faces bodies until they landed on a head of long fiery hair.
“Molly!” You yelled, the woman’s head wiping around at the sound of your voice to find you.
“Oh, Y/n thank goodness!” She said relived, engulfing you in a hug.
“Where is he?” You asked, looking around the room, hoping to meet the eyes of the man you loved.
“We thought he was with you” A familiar voice said, causing you to turn and meet eyes with George, his twin who would have usually been glued to his side being nowhere in sight.
Panic began to set in as realization washed over you.
He was still out there.
“Five more minutes!” Fred groaned as you opened the blinds of your shared bedroom, his arm quickly covering his eyes as the light washed over him.
“Come on Fred, the shop opens in an hour” You giggled, sitting on the bed to put on a pair of socks, only to yelp in surprise as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your middle and quickly pull you back into the bed, your back now pressed to Fred’s chest.
“George can handle opening. I wasn’t to spend a few more minutes with my perfect person” Fred said, kissing a light kiss on your shoulder.
“Oh really, this is perfect?” You asked, motioning to your untamed bed head and mismatched socks.
“Yes. You’re perfect” Fred replied, a soft smile crossing his face as you blushed at the compliment. “If fact, that bed head is kind of turning me on.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you finally gave in and closed the space between you and Fred, pressing your lips to his with a smile.
“I need to go find him” You said, already beginning to back up towards the entrance of the great hall.
“No, you can’t go-” Molly started.
“I’ll find him! I promise, I’ll be back soon” You called, turning and falling into a sprint as you went out in search for your husband.
“We needed this” you sighed, leaning your head to rest on Fred’s shoulder as you watched the stars.
“That’s an understatement” Fred said, but you could sense the tension in his voice.
The past few months had been hard, both emotionally and financially. The start of the war meant most people spent their time indoors, which in turn had caused the shop to suffer greatly.
You remembered the day Fred and George left Hogwarts to start it. It was the best day of their lives, and though it hurt to have to say goodbye to your boyfriend, you were happy that he was pursuing his dreams. Now, the shop was in danger of being shut down, along with most of the other stores in Diagon Alley, and having to see the constant fear in his eyes broke your heart. So, you proposed a weekend get away to forget for a few days. And here you were, sitting under the stars, enjoying each others company in silence, until.
“Marry me”
“What?” You asked, sitting up to look Fred in the eyes, unsure if you had heard him right.
“Marry me” He repeated, turning so he was now fully facing you, holding both of your hands in his. When you didn’t answer, he continued.
“I’ve been thinking, with everything that’s going on right now, who knows what's going to happen. The only thing I know is that I want to spend every second I may have left with you. Now, I know I don’t have a ring, and-”
“Yes!” You shouted, throwing your arms around him and sending you both back to the ground.
You had been looking for him for almost an hour now, ducking into classrooms and hiding around corners to avoid as many death eaters as you could. You had just walked out into the courtyard when you saw him. He was on his broom, knocking down death eaters left and right. He was laughing.
You couldn’t help but smile. Of course Fred would be laughing at a time like this. However, your smile quickly fell as you saw a curse fly by his head, and hit the wall next to him, causing it to start to collapse.
“Fred!” You screamed, but he was too far away. You quickly shouted a spell, causing some of the falling bricks to fly in the opposite direction, but didn’t notice the debris now falling towards you. Not until a sharp pain ran through your head, and the world went dark.
“Y/N, baby wake up its ok” Fred’s voice called, shaking you lightly. You jolted awake, a cold sweat covering your body as you took in your surroundings.
It had been going on for weeks now, the nightmares. Whether it was replaying the night the Burrow burned down, or when George got hurt, or when death eaters attacked the school. The memory would always be exactly how it happened, except they always ended with you watching Fred die, before dying yourself.
Fred gently rubbed circles into your back, helping you catch your breath and calm down. Your began to fill with tears, and despite you quickly wiping them away, Fred still noticed.
“What’s wrong love?” Fred asked, making you take in a shaky breath.
“So much has already happened. We’ve already lost so much. And it still isn’t over. I just want it to be over” You sobbed, leaning into Fred's chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
“It will all be over soon, I promise. Tomorrow we go to Hogwarts, and then it will be over” Fred said comfortingly.
“How do you know?” You asked, your tear filled eyes looking up to meet his.
“I just know”
You awoke to the sound of yelling, causing you to quickly sit up. You winced as pain flooded your senses, reaching up to your head and pulling your hand away to see blood. You blinked quickly, trying to clear your vision so you could see the scene before you.
The entire wall from before had collapsed, and as you scanned the wreckage, there was no red head to be found.
You quickly stood, your head spinning a bit at the action but you ignored it, quickly running to the rubble and falling to your knees as you began to dig through the rocks.
“No no no, Fred!” You shouted, trying to find any sign of movement, looking to your left to see a flash of red hair.
Fred.
You ran over to him, falling to your knees so you could better look him over. He was unconscious, but breathing, however most of his right leg was now covered by the rubble, and your heart sunk to your stomach.
“Y/N!” You heard from a ways away. It was George.
“Were here! Help us!” You shouted back, looking back to Fred. He was covered in dust and dirt, his leg was mangled and he had a cut above his left eye. But he was alive.
A week had past. A week since the battle of Hogwarts, and the end of the war, but Fred still hadn’t woken up. Madam Pomphrey was able to heal Fred’s leg a bit, but he had a severe concussion, and would need to spend some time at the hospital to heal.
You and George had spent a lot of time together in his hospital room, neither one of you wanting to leave his side, but after a few days, you promised George you would call as soon as Fred woke up, so he could go home and spend some time with his fiancé Angelina.
You were currently sitting beside Fred’s hospital bed, making small doodles on the cast that was now covering his right leg. The doctors were able to help a lot with the healing process, but the bone still needed time to fully heal.
You had just finished a very crude drawing of a hippogriff, when-
“Doing a self portrait are we?” Fred asked, grabbing your attention.
You jumped up from your chair, throwing the pen in your hand somewhere across the room before closing the space between you, and engulfing him in a hug.
“You absolute idiot! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” you sobbed, pulling back so you could hold Fred’s face in your hands.
“Glad to see you too” He chuckled, his voice a bit gravely from lack of use, but you didn’t notice, or care. Fred was ok, and that’s all that mattered.
“I was so worried” You choked, tears still running down your face, which Fred gently wiped away.
“Well, I couldn’t die without giving you a proper wedding now could I?” He teased, making you let out a small laugh.
“What happened here?” He asked after a moment, reaching his hand up to gently brush across the large bruise and stitches on the side of your forehead.
“You were literally crushed by a building, and you’re worried about me?” You asked ridiculously.
"Of course” he said simply, before smiling and pulling your face towards him to connect your lips to his.
You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your moving to sit next to him on the bed to allow you easier access, and for him to deepen the kiss further.
“You know” He said, interrupting the kiss “Scars are super hot”
“Shut up” You smiled, shoving him a bit.
“No seriously, those stitches are a major turn on, maybe we could- ow!” Fred started, but you interrupted him by poking his bad leg, reminding him that any funny business he was planning would have to wait.
“You’re such a pain” You giggled
“That’s no way to speak to your husband!” Fred said with mock offence.
“Well technically, you’re not my husband yet” You argued.
“Fine, second thing were doing when I get this cast off is officially getting married!”
“What’s the first thing?” You asked, causing a smirk to cross his face.
“First, I’m gonna take off your clothes and-”
“Fred!”
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A/N: I made it a bit more angsty than I thought I would but I think it works with the situation. Also, yeah they aren’t ‘officially’ married, but they are to themselves so that’s what matters most lol. I hope you liked it!
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Space Crazy
Soulmate Au- Poe Dameron x Fem!First Order reader
Summary- when you’re close to meeting your soulmate you begin to see flashes of shared actions. No matter where in the galaxy either of you are. The closer you are physically, it all gets stronger, you get their same injuries and at times hear what they hear. The only questions are who they are and how does it stop?
A/N- my first soulmate Au and yes this idea is based of tik tok, don’t judge okay? Let me know what you thought and if you want a part two?!
Warning- talk of death, angst, fluff?? Soulmate au
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It happens out of a sudden and can happen anywhere when you’re doing shared actions. It’s a glimpse, a flash of a second. One second you’re doing something, seeing your own surroundings and then, BAM, you see a different place, different faces and feel the presence of your “soulmate”.
It’s BS. Everyone’s just space crazy. They’ve just breathed in too much artificial air. It’s not real.
How can someone see what someone else is doing? Or have the same wounds as they do? Or hear songs one another hears? It can’t be real…
“Hey, L/N good morning.” A fellow pilot named Xam greeted.
You groaned as a response and plopped yourself around the table, taking a long drink of your water and quirking your eyebrow questioningly as Xam’s eyes studied your face. Once you swallowed your water, you set your cup down and questioned his staring. “Yes?”
“What happened?” He asks.
You blink, “what do you mean?”
Xam points to his cheekbone and the side of his temple, gesturing to what was supposedly on your face without actually touching you.
Your eyebrows knot in confusion and you lift your hand to touch what Xam had pointed out, wincing as soon as the tip of your fingers touched your sudden wounds. “What the hell?” You snatch the clean spoon from your plate and bring it up close to your face, trying to see what hurt, but all you saw was a distorted reflection of yourself. Ultimately seeing nothing, causing you to stand from your seat and quickly throw your excuse in the air before you rushed to the refresher. Rushing to come before the mirror, your eyes widening and a gasp escaping your lips as you saw a new, red bruise on your cheekbone, followed by a throbbing small cut. “What the? How?” You turn your head slightly and see a bigger wound on the side of your temple, “how?” Your gaze narrows and you take a step back with your lips parted and your mind wandering faster than Lightspeed on the possibilities of what could’ve happened.
Maybe you hurt yourself while sleeping?
But your face? Sure you’ve bruised your legs sometimes without knowing, but never your face. Plus you’re a pilot, it’s rare to get your face hurt. So, what the heck?
You walk out of the refresher rubbing your cheek with your mind deep in thought, hardly paying attention to those around you or where exactly you were going. Not until you found yourself back in the same table as before, barely catching what the group of pilots gathered around were talking about. “Did you guys see the resistance pilot that Ren brought in?”
“No.”
“Well I did. Not a threat at all. All space talk.” Xam remarks cockily before his attention went on you, “you doing okay, L/N?”
You shrug and take a long drink of your water before swallowing and answering, “I don’t know. I might be dying, who knows?”
Your co-pilot Doja scoffs and leans in with a smirk, “or you know what they say, your soulmate could be close. The closer they are, the stronger everything gets.”
You huff, “it’s not true.”
Doja shrugs and moves to her previous spot, “Sure it is, my previous commander began hearing stuff and getting injuries out of nowhere. Turned out it was because her soulmate was on the same fleet and found her the next day.”
You roll your eyes and shake your head as you bring the fruit to your lips and open your mouth to take only one bite before your comms went off calling you to rush to your TIE’s—“great. No days off.” You whine whilst you and the rest of your friends quickly push yourself off your seat and hurry to your hanger. Doja throws you your helmet to catch it, both your attentions stolen by the voice of your commander.
“The resistance scum escaped in a TIE with the help of a traitor, we have orders to take it down. No taking prisoners.” Your commander explained with a detectable smug smirk on his lips. “We got this team.”
Doja hits your arm and offers you an encouraging thumbs up before she puts her helmet over head and hides her shaved purple hair and runs off to hop onto guns while you hop onto the pilot's seat.
“Soulmate talk for later.” Doja teased as she closed the cockpit and you started the engines to quickly fly off the hanger, entering the dark void of space that was lit by the red bright colors of blasts shot from the ships and accompanied by the big beige planet called Jakku in the distance.
You ignored her comment and didn’t plan on talking about it for later, using this distraction as a form to “forget” about the subject. Albeit it wasn’t forgotten like you would’ve liked as suddenly it hit you once again while you were flying. A sudden flash that made you stall, peeling your eyes and taking in shallow shocked breaths, noticing as the vision passed what appeared to be the inside of a TIE; the inside was dark, the same red blasts that flashed outside your ship, flashed there, whoever you were seeing. You also saw a pair of hands, gloveless, unlike yours or your squadron….unless you didn’t notice, you weren’t exactly paying attention who was or who wasn’t wearing their gloves, so it could be one of them….right? But...it was fake.
All of it. It was just you going space crazy—
“Y/N! Hey! Focus, we got the stray TIE dead ahead, just fly us close and I can shoot it down!” Doja shouts, breaking your train of thought and completely losing that weird flash of the vision you just had.
You blink and nod hesitantly, “yeah, got it.” Boosting the engines the ship races forward faster, making it come only inches away from the stolen TIE, making you swiftly maneuver past it, almost scraping against the ship as it suddenly turns to try and fly away when the pilot notices you. Doja is shouting something in her seat, celebrating the success of her hit and trying to include you until it happens again. Only this time more vividly and longer. This time you see whoever it was looking back to see only a white armored shoulder, there were no faces, or sound, just vivid flashes of their surroundings, of the controls and of the Planet before you.
The suddenness of it made you freeze, but still mindlessly fly the ship, gasping as it kept going for a moment longer. Getting a warm and familiar feeling, a closeness, like something was trying to connect. All until a blast hit your wing and it all went away, red flashes blared in the ship.
“Oh shoot! Oh shit.” You began to panic as the ship was out of your control and you felt it free falling into Jakku. “Shit!”
“It’s okay!” Doja assured you in the same panic, “it’s okay I got a good hit too! Shot one of their wings, they’re done for!”
“Just like us!” You stressed as you tried to control the wheel, feeling it shake widely and seeing your life flash in your eyes, a different feeling than what you saw flash in your before. This one was terrifying and colder in a sense. Your panic heightened just like the beating of your heart, you knew what to do of course, eject; but that still didn’t mean anything, you could die all the same—“okay, Doja, eject! In 1. 2. 3!” Pressing the eject button, the cockpit door flew up and your seat ejected from the burning ship, throwing you out onto the planet to now slowly parachute down onto the blazing sands of Jakku.
Feeling a relief as you felt the warmth of the sun hit your face as you ripped the helmet off your head. You exhaled deeply and let it fall somewhere, looking back to see that you were floating down by yourself, Doja wasn’t with you, nor above or below. No. Quickly as you see you’re only a couple feet away from the ground you unbuckle yourself and let your boots touch the sand, running towards your crash landing, but suddenly stopping as it blew up and the power of the explosion sent you flying back.
Making you wish that you would’ve gone unconscious to have to realize later that your longtime friend and co-pilot was gone; to feel the pain of her loss that was much greater than any wound later. But it couldn’t be done, the pain hit as the blazing sun burned your skin. The only form of distraction as you pushed yourself up to your feet was seeing someone in the distance, seeming to be wanting to walk towards you but suddenly falling. Quickly without a second thought you ran towards the person, feeling new sudden pain all over your body that you knew you didn’t get from your landing. It was weird, but you shoved it away as best you could while you reached the person you saw was an unconscious man.
For a brief moment though, before helping him you studied him, slowly examined his face as he felt familiar, noticing the wounds on his face matched yours. Only he had fresh cuts in the same place you had bruises…..what a weird coincidence. Hmm—brushing the thought away you crouched down and reached to feel a pulse. Only feeling the tips of your fingers brush his skin before you ripped your hand away as some form of static shock shot through you at the slightest touch of his skin. “What the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes bounced from the spot on his neck you had touched and his face to check if he had somehow done that. Only he was still half dead, so it wasn’t him….weird…
Choosing to pass it as nothing, you again reached for his neck and finally managed to feel a light pulse under his tan and warm skin, finding it actually reliving that he was alive. “Okay, good.” You breathed as you stood up and looked to see how you could help him and bring him with you without having to drag him on the sand. Not seconds later, spotting a piece of debris from your ship's wing inches away; in a hasty pace you walked towards the debris and pulled it towards the man, having to grab one of his arms and drag him onto the long debris, the effort coming out as more of a struggle than you initially thought.
“Shit man are you made out of pure muscle or something, you’re fucking heavy.” You groaned as you somehow managed to get him on the piece of debris, using a dead strand of cord from your parachute to drag the man and the debris behind you. Not thinking of why you hadn’t just let him die under the sun. It was no choice to you like it would’ve been to the others, no matter if he seemed to be familiar or not, nor how much more you were sweating with your jumpsuit on under the scorching sun with no direction whatsoever as you dragged him with you. All that crossed your mind beside the unfortunate death of your friend and the subject of the supposed “soulmate” ordeal, was that hopefully they’d come look for you. Your squad or some part of The First Order.
Hopefully. Soon. Before the sun burned your skin completely, before you got lost the more you walked further into the depths of the Jakku desert. Before you also got lost with this handsome mystery person you now figured as you kept walking in silence was the prisoner who was helped by the stormtrooper. It was getting late, so hopefully they’d come soon.
Regardless of the hope, you kept walking until your arms and legs grew too tired and you stopped to take a small break, wanting a drink of water but having nothing but your imagination come up with the water you desired. Your saliva wasn’t even a help as there was no saliva to swallow, your throat was dry as this sand beneath your feet—“pfft…” you breathed out whilst you dropped to the floor and sat to take a break that didn’t last a second as the man finally shot up as he woke up, scaring the living shit out of you.
“Wh-what the hell?” He panted as his eyes found you.
You exhale deeply and grab onto your chest, “fuck man you scared me!” You drop your head in your hands and try and calm your breathing to what it once was, having to look up to black curly haired man as he asks another question.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
You blink and move your arms to unzip your jacket down to your waist before pulling your arms out and tying it around your waist, being left only in your tank top, which felt a hundred times cooler now. Thank the force.
Focusing on the man you finally answer him, “you’re in Jakku and I’m y/n. Who are you?”
His thick dark eyebrows furrow and he looks around as he stands up, wobbling a bit before he gains his balance. “How did I get here?”
“Uh,” standing up yourself, you narrow your gaze on him almost waiting to hear that his question was a joke. “You crashed here….are you okay? Maybe you should sit back down.”
“No.” He quickly interjected his eyes focusing on you and the jumpsuit you had on, his eyebrows only knotting deeper. “What...why did you help me?”
You shrug, “because I wanted to...cause I didn’t want to leave you to die. Being from The First Order doesn’t mean that we’re all heartless y’know?”
He breathed out deeply and nodded slowly, “sure.” before he kept studying you slowly, his eyes scanning your body until his deep brown eyes locked with yours, causing another sense of familiarity that made the both of you keep looking at one another to try and figure out what it was about the both of you that seemed so familiar and...peaceful? Looking at him, being close to him felt like it did when you were on the ship before you crashed; like something connected, like a piece of puzzle finally neatly fit in and finished the piece of art. His presence, the depths of his big brown eyes felt reassuring and peaceful...could it be?
No it’s fake. All fake….
Before much could happen you both looked away and looked at the sea of sand surrounding you, beginning to feel now, overwhelmed with all this sand.
“I was with…” he paused for a second before he continued, “I was with someone..a—”
“The stormtrooper? Yeah I’m sorry I didn’t see him. Seems you ejected and landed away from the ship you were on.” You look at him again, “are you sure you’re okay? You might have suffered through some memory loss and or a concussion. You should sit—”
“No,” he dismissed you quickly, his voice softer, not in a kind way, but in an upset manner, “we should get going before it gets dark.”
“We?” You questioned, your eyes wide, “you still want “someone like me” following you?”
He shrugs, “you helped me for some reason. Plus I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you didn’t.” You hesitated as he began to move forward, noticing him stop and look back at you to insist you to follow.
“Oh, okay.” Before you fell by his side you grabbed the piece of debris and brought it along with you, motioning him to grab the other end and hold it above you.
He smiled as he looked at you, “smart.” He complimented, making your smile grow like his as you shrugged nonchalantly.
“I’m not a pilot just because of my amazing skills.”
He scoffed in a lighthearted manner, “okay, sure whatever you say.”
Shooting him a side eye you seethed, “hey, we shot you down—”
“After WE shot you first!” He cut you off.
You scoff and turn to face, “okay, hot shot, what’s your best flying record? I’m sure you trained at some sort of academy. What’s your best score?”
He hummed as he thought, “uh, well my fastest is six minutes. Best score in the whole squad.”
You smirk and look ahead at the miles of sand, “five minutes and thirty seconds. I win. Beat that.”
From the corner of your eyes you caught him grinning before he finally revealed his name. “I’m Poe. Poe Dameron. You know you’re not so bad.”
You chuckle, “I’ve told you already, we’re not all bad.”
He nods and follows your line of sight, stopping as soon as he spotted something you did as well. A person in the distance on a broken down speeder—you brought your hand up as Poe did to block the sunlight from your eyes and as you did so, it happened again. The sudden vivid flash of the person in the distance.
At first you thought it was just you going crazier without some water and all this heat, but it wasn’t, what you were seeing was from someone else's point of view. Someone close that was easy to know. There was no one else around beside you and...Poe.
Slowly as he also realized the same thing the both of you turned to face each other, eyes wide and eyebrows knotted in utter disbelief. At first words stuck to your throat, only silent breathing coming out before the only word you both managed to say was.
“It’s you.”
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everything stays
chapter 1 - blood on her hands :: gisela klein [ an aot oc story ]
note: hey guys i know its been a rlly long time since ive posted anything and u may be rlly let down and underwhelmed that ive chosen to write a aot oc instead of fanfic but its what i want to write and i rlly love my oc and wanna give her some love and some praise and let u a little in how i see her. im sorry i havent posted a lot im going to try to write more and who knows i may or may not finish this but its ok imma try lol but life sometimes is a butthole. i hope you love her as much as i do an tysm for taking time out of ur day to read this story. enjoy!
Even though she knew that this day would have to come and that it was near, it still was a surprise for her. She was taken aback. It didn’t make sense and add up to her; she was trained for this since she was little; preparing mentally and physically for phase one of the plan; and the day appeared through the trees; past the wall; the opportunity was present; the fate of the people were waiting in their hands; and yet she felt a sense of evilness within her heart. Was this right? But there was no time.
The day was written down in history. The stories were spread around like a disease. Heights, jaws, teeth, feet, stench, the screams. If they survived that nightmare they were seen as a tough soldier; as someone that was applauded because they probably had PTSD and had to see everyday as a reason within themselves or God that they were alive. That maybe just maybe they were saved for a reason; for a purpose. That is what Gisela Klein thought. Maybe there was something greater out there for her to do, to accomplish and that was why she saw another day; breathed another breath.
But one thing was for sure. Forgiveness would never come her way; she would never expect it. To be a warrior she had to endure the horror; the pain; feelings of worthlessness; and friendships lost.
This is the story of the 10th finding titan; the Slash Titan.
The pounding of her heart rang through her ears. It had taken everything for her to keep going on this journey; to continue on the path to and through Hell. She felt a loss within her and the light in her eyes died out. The loss of her friend made it hard for her to function. To keep her head in the game and in the plan.
She sighed as she stared at her hands. Broken and bruised like her heart; scars and scratches scattered on her skin. Her bite mark deeply engraved into her flesh. She heaved a huge sigh. Ready to give death a handshake and make a deal with the devil. Panic was rising in her chest from her stomach, almost ready to throw up.
As she thought about her family back home she realized there was no other way; she had to do this. In order to be with her family, to save them she had to do the one thing she was trained to do.
Kill.
A lightning strike shot over the wall. The wall that kept the monsters away and at bay. Something was wrong; the air seemed to change. The lightning strike caused a boom, clap and the ground started to shake.
Bertholdt drew his leg back and with full force swung his leg forward, knocking a hole into the wall that was impenetrable. Many people flew back from the wind of the blow and some were crushed by the debris of the wall.
Many were going to die; but it’s what needed to be done.
The titans were called.
Finally the titans entered the devils homes and started to rip up their lives. “This is right, this is right.” Gisela had to keep reminding herself. “For my family.” And something snapped within her. The image of her mother, tortured, flashed in her mind. And suddenly everything was worth it. “No regrets.”
Gisela eyed Reiner, an agreement, a sign. She exhaled and in a quick motion placed her hand to her mouth and bit into it. In a spark she transformed into her titan form. Her eyes were much like a cats, sharp. She was made into the slash titan, she was chosen for this program. Her titans fingers were like sharp knives, able to cut any object or person. They hung a little past her knees.
Reiner then transformed and both stomped past the hole. Many citizens glanced up, horrified. Gisela and Reiner were titans never seen before.
She nodded to Reiner, bent down and started to pick up debris and pieces of houses to throw over the bigger wall. The chunks started to smash against people. Blood splattering everywhere. Gisela almost wanted to close her eyes from the immense amount of dead bodies piled on top of others, graves upon graves.
She was hauling boulders as high and fast as she could. Her titan held a high amount of power and strength. Being slim, muscular and as tall as the armored titan and female titan. Reiner took a step back and gained his speed to go onward to destroy the bigger wall.
“Fire!” Their soldiers cried out. Fear evident on their face. They shot their cannons, not even slowing down Reiner. Gisela continued flinging, wanting to create a path for Reiner. She was faster than before and many of her hits flattened the men in the front lines. Their screams and cries loud.
“Close the gate!” They tried, it was their last hope to save humanity. But it was not enough. Reiner broke the wall and killed those running and they went flying. They reached even higher than Gisela. It astounded her almost, they seemed like helpless birds flying high in the sky; but that thought was quickly wiped clean because the second they flew up in the air they came straight down with much force that many parts of their bodies broke.
Reiner did what he needed to do, he opened up a way for the titans to get in and they were swarming by the bunches.
In the distance, the survivors fled in boats across the river to get into the other walls. Gisela put herself in their shoes for a second. They had reason to be scared. Everything they have ever known was gone; their houses, loved ones, food, a place to feel the most comfortable you can feel despite situations; it was all gone. Gisela shook the thought out, not caring about these cruel humans feelings. They had none. No emotions. Gisela had to believe that thought; what she was told, she had to believe it with all her heart, or else what was real?
They waited till they were able to not be seen and Gisela turned human first and then so did Reiner. The four of them hopped on the boat. Talking amongst themselves. The wind howled through the vacant homes. Destruction everywhere. Gisela looked around her setting and saw a little girl had been crushed because a tree fell on her, her doll mere inches away from her grasp. She died with her eyes open; almost looking into Gisela’s soul through the eyes. Gisela’s body trembled and she threw up.
“Don’t.”
Gisela looked up to see Reiner wiping blood and debris off his clothes. He picked his sleeve and turned Gisela’s head to look away, he wiped her chin and mouth off the puke. He saw the trauma in her eyes and felt guilty. But it’s what needed to be done. He kept telling himself that the more he did this the more he would understand and get used to it. It was still all new to her and he had to be strong for her. He knelt in front of her small frame. “It’s not your fault. They needed to die. We are in this together. You don’t need them. Look at me.”
Gisela looked into his eyes, away from the sadness. His eyes carried the feeling of wanting to be wanted. That was always what Reiner wanted. But they also had fear in his eyes.
“Stop acting like you’re in control when I know how sick you feel. I know how afraid you are Reiner.”
He paused and took a look at his hands and others surrounding him. “You’re right. But I made a promise to Marcel.”
They joined the other citizens arriving at the food reserves. The master of disguise was needed in this mission. People needed to see four hungry, depressed children that survived the fall of their homes, not mass murderers.
Annie was only able to fetch two loaves. “Alright, who's the most hungry?”
“You girls should eat, you’re more feeble.” Bertholdt sat on a crate, pointing to Gisela and Annie.
Annie tsked, moving a bang from her eyes, “who says girls are more feeble? I recall kicking your ass all those times in training.”
“You guys can eat it, I’m not hungry.” Gisela sat on the other crate and saw the chaos of the crowds. A boy caught her interest. He had dark brown hair, tan skin, and light blue green eyes. He was having bread shoved in his mouth and he seemed to have such a strong personality to him. If only Gisela felt so strongly about her motive and her placement in this life.
“You really should eat, you need your energy after all you did.” Annie broke all the loaves in half and shared it amongst the four of you. “It’s not much but at least it's something.”
Gisela sighed, “you’re right. Thanks.”
After that day there was land given to only a few refugees but there were too many of them. Luckily the four of them had a piece of land that was enough until further inching themselves within society. Through that whole span each day was getting easier and easier living with the lies and day by day Gisela felt more at sure with herself and knowing that she could fulfill this mission. Pills and alcohol helped the pain and ease the thoughts. She taught herself to put a gap between what she came here to do and feelings. She told herself every day that nobody else mattered except her family and Reiner. She trained her brain to not care, to not have strings attached or any love for anything. It was all a play, all a rehearsal for when the curtain would fall. She was readying herself for that fall. Everyday she educated herself more on these scums. What they liked, wanted, needed, craved for, and what they craved more than ever in their life was freedom.
She trained her body as if it were her last day, barely getting sleep. The face of her mother haunting her every night making her get up at three in the morning to do pushups or sit ups. Not only was her mind getting stronger but also her body. Even Reiner would make jokes noticing the muscles that would appear. The six pack that formed on her stomach. Her thighs growing tight and firm, her arms growing stronger. The sweat growing on her forehead longer.
With her body growing her relationship with Reiner also changed. They no longer were the tiny children that didn’t understand anatomy or the air between two people. Reiner and Gisela’s relationship was of being flirty, sharing a few kisses here and there, trying to be a couple but then yelling at each other and breaking it up and realizing maybe this isn’t right a million times. Even Bertholdt and Annie were getting tired of their outbursts. But each time they made up to be friends only and then the cycle started where the feelings came in the way and they wanted to be more. They would tease each other, especially Reiner. They were each other's best friends. Gisela was like one of the boys, loud, obnoxious, burping all the time, Reiner would get a look at her and smirk thinking he taught her well. When Reiner looked at her he felt at home and that everything was going to be okay. Her nightmares continued and each time Reiner would come to her room and hold her, let her cry into his arms. She felt he was the only person that knew her pain.
Gisela understood many things in life and for once she understood her life here, she understood why she was born and chosen.
It was the following year and in order to get closer to finding the founding titan the four became part of the 104th cadet corps.
“Are you ready to train more?” Gisela nudged Reiner, eyebrow raised.
“What do you mean train more? This is going to be a new but scary experience honestly.” Reiner spoke as if he was a different person. As if he didn’t have a life outside of the walls.
“Reiner?” Gisela placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying him. He looked fine on the outside but Gisela knew the issues were inside, his mind. She knew this was becoming disastrous to him, he was starting to have almost two personalities, two lives, two worlds, two people. Gisela tried to tell Annie or Bertholdt, they saw it too but there was nothing they could do.
All that Gisela could do was smile as they made their way to the first day of training.
note: again ty y’all sm!!!! If u liked it lmk and this is kinda new for me cuz I usually don’t post my ocs stories here or much at all but I’m rlly excited for y’all to see her and for y’all to know this oc of mine and hopefully accept her ❤️
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Febuwhump 2021 Day 2 (16)
****I accidently switched the prompts for day 2 and day 16, so this chapter’s prompt is “broken bones.” I will write day two’s prompt on day 16.****
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29163078/chapters/71619516
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Admittedly, it wasn't one of Wild's brightest ideas.
The group had landed in Twilight's Hyrule, where they quickly dispatched a small cluster of bokoblins that were lurking a little too close to Ordon Village.
Most of the heroes were content relaxing in the village, but Wild was getting antsy.
Sure, playing with the kids from the village was fun, but Wild was itching to go out and explore.
He noticed Wind sitting off to the side, mindlessly fidgeting with his telescope.
Normally, Wind would be chasing around the children in the village and dazzling them with pirate stories, not sitting off to the side by himself.
Wild suddenly realized that it had been well over a month since they were last at Outset Island.
Wild frowned. It wasn't often that Wild felt homesick, but occasionally he found himself missing the openness of his Hyrule, and the company of his friends.
He could only imagine how it was for Wind, who was still a kid and who had a family waiting for him.
An idea suddenly struck Wild. He smirked as he made his way towards the sailor.
"Oh, hey Wild, what's up" Wind greeted when he saw the champion approach him.
Wild leaned over slightly. "Have you ever heard of shield surfing?"
Wind gave Wild a puzzled look before an impish smile started to form.
"No...but it sounds fucking awesome," he chirped.
Wild chuckled. He turned to see who was around. The only one nearest them was Sky.
Wild gave a quick whistle to get his attention.
"Wind and I are going to go for a walk," Wild said as he gestured to just outside the village.
Sky narrowed his eyes slightly, and Wild was worried that maybe he would 'pull a Twilight' and tell him they couldn't go.
"Just don't get into too much trouble," Sky said with a grin.
"Yes!!" Wind cheered as he jumped up from where he was sitting.
Sky immediately regretted his decision when he saw Wild's mischievous smile, but the two were already running out towards the forest before he could protest.
"So, what exactly is shield surfing?" Wind asked when they were out of sight of the village.
"Well, basically, you take a shield, stand on top of it, and ride it down a hill."
"You ride your shield down hills?" Wind blurted.
"I mostly do it on mountains. The snow makes me go faster, and it doesn't damage my shield as quickly, but I have done it going down grassy hills."
Wind laughed. "Hylia above, you're fuckin' crazier than me,"
Wild tilted his head slightly, "Language..." he ribbed.
Wind just scoffed. "Yeah, ok, old man," he jibed.
After walking for about 20 minutes, Wild found a suitable hill to shield surf down.
Wind was about to ask where they would find a pair of shields but stopped when he saw Wild reach for his sheikah slate.
Sometimes he forgot that Wild could carry nearly limitless amounts of items in that slate.
Wild tapped the slate, and two knight's shields materialized in glowing, blue tendrils.
"Those shields look nice. Are you sure you want to use them?" Wind questioned.
Wild just waved him off. "I have better shields. Besides, these are longer, so it should make it easier for you to balance on."
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Unsurprising to Wild, Wind was a quick learner. It only took a couple of tries before the sailor had shield surfing down.
It didn't take Wind long to set his sights on something more challenging.
"Let's ride down that hill!" Wind grinned as he pointed to a much larger, steeper hill in the distance.
Wild hummed, uncertain if he should give in. The hill in question was probably another 30 minutes walk from where they were, and Wild wasn't sure he should let Wind tackle such a steep hill right off the bat.
"Awe, come on Wild!" Wind pleaded. "Please! We won't stay long."
Wild sighed. Goddesses, he was a softie.
Wind let out a celebratory cheer, and he started jogging towards their new destination.
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"I don't know about this," Wild cautioned. Not only was the hill steeper than he first thought, but the grass was almost knee-high, making it harder to spot logs and rocks.
"Just let me try once," Wind pleaded.
Wild sighed again. This must be what Twilight feels like whenever Wild decided to go do something reckless.
The hill did look like it could be a lot of fun...
"Ok, one time. Just be careful. There's no telling what's hiding underneath the grass."
"This is gonna be awesome!" Wind cheered as he started running up the hill.
Once at the top Wild looked around to find what looked like the safest area to surf down.
After settling on a spot, Wild got on his shield. "I'll go first," he insisted. He would much rather test the path first to see if there was any debris hiding in the grass.
"What difference does it make if you hit a rock or if I hit a rock?" Wind groaned, slightly annoyed that Wild was babying him.
"The difference is I have done this countless times and know how to react when I hit something," Wild countered. "You haven't. The guys would kill me if I let you get hurt."
Wind scoffed but decided not to push the issue further.
Wild jumped on his shield and took off down the hill.
Wind watched at how effortlessly Wild cut through the long grass, amazed at how fast he was traveling.
Once Wild made it to the bottom of the hill, he turned around and gave Wind the thumbs up.
Wind stood carefully on the shield and slowly leaned forward, letting gravity do the work.
He quickly began to pick up speed, and for a brief second Wind almost lost his balance, but he recovered and crouched a little lower.
He felt a sudden flare of joy as he continued to pick up speed.
Wind thought this must be what it feels like to fly as he continued to race down the hill.
Wind decided to test his luck and leaned a little to the right to see if he could get the shield to turn.
Sure enough, he started veering towards the right.
What he failed to realize was that he had created a new path, one that Wild did not test out first.
It really shouldn't have come as a surprise that he ended up crashing into a rock.
The collision caused the back of the shield to flip up, launching Wind into the air.
Wind wasn't sure which was up. All he knew is he was tumbling through the air at an alarming rate of speed.
His limbs flailed as he sailed through the air. He felt his right foot collide with the ground and felt a sickening snap as the rest of his weight came crashing down on his ankle.
Wild cursed when he saw Wind get launched off the shield. He started running towards the kid before he even hit the ground.
Wind tucked in on himself as he tumbled the rest of the way down the hill.
He didn't even realize when he stopped because his head was still spinning. It wasn't until he heard Wild shout his name that he dared to open his eyes.
Wild dropped hard to his knees when he reached Wind, his hands ghosting over the sailor, afraid to touch him.
"Are you ok?!" Wild fretted.
"That fucking sucked," Wind groaned, and Wild let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. At least the kid was conscious.
"I bet it did," Wild scoffed, trying desperately to calm down. "Where are you hurt?"
"Other than my pride," Wind began, which did earn a nervous chuckle from Wild. If he was joking around, he couldn't be that injured.
"I'm pretty sure I broke my ankle." Wind finally admitted.
Wild cursed. "I am so sorry Wind," he began.
"What are you sorry for? This was my fucking idea," Wind argued.
"But I knew this wasn't a good idea," Wild countered as he started searching through his slate.
"It was my fault. I was screwing around on the shield," Wind countered as he slowly sat himself up.
Wild cursed again, and Wind furrowed his brow.
"I'm out of healing elixirs,"
Wind couldn't help but laugh. Of fucking course they wouldn't have any healing potions.
Wild hit a few more buttons on his slate and cursed for the third time.
"What?!" Wind asked.
"I forgot we aren't in my Hyrule," he admitted.
"So we can't teleport," Wind concluded.
Wild nodded. "Are you sure your ankle is the only thing injured? You didn't hit your head or anything?"
"I'm sure I'm going to have a lot of cuts and bruises, but the ankle is the only part injured," Wind assured.
Wild went to pick Wind up when he saw a flash of light reflect off something to his left.
He managed to summon a sword from his slate just in time to turn and block the blade of a dynalfos.
"What the fuck is that?" Wind shouted as he tried (and failed) to stand.
Wild grunted under the monster's strength but managed to push the beast off of him.
He jumped back towards Wind. "I don't know. It almost looks like a lizalfo,"
The monster started to advance towards them.
"You need to hide!" Wild shouted as he prepared to take on the spiked beast.
Wind wanted to protest, but he knew he would only be a distraction to Wild if he stayed where he was.
Wild charged at the oversized lizalfo, slashing at it feverishly with his scimitar.
The monster was well armored and quick, easily blocking Wild's attacks with its shield.
The second it had an opening, it began to swing at Wild with its ax. Wild tried to backflip out of the way, but the dynalfos suddenly spun around, his bladed tail whipping around and slashing Wild across the chest.
Wind felt his heart stop when he saw Wild hit the ground. He promised himself he would never be useless again, but here he was, unable to protect his brother.
He was screaming Wild's name as the dynalfos started walking towards the fallen hero, ax in hand. He attempted to stand, but his leg immediately gave out the second he put pressure on it.
Wild slowly pulled himself up, his one hand clutching at his now bleeding chest.
He rolled over just as the dynalfos readied what would most likely be a fatal attack.
Suddenly, there was a flash of white, and the dynalfos was sent flying through the air.
Wind's eyes went wide. He had no idea where Sky came from, but he was sure he had never been as happy to see him as he was at that moment.
Sky stepped in front of Wild protectively, the Master Sword glowing dangerously in his hand.
Wild and Wind watched as Sky lifted the Master Sword towards the sky, the blade now crackling with accumulating energy.
The second the dynalfos stood, Sky swung the sword down, expelling a slash of energy at the monster, knocking it clean off its feet.
Then, with a quickness Wind rarely saw, Sky dashed towards the fallen monster and lept into the air. He brought the Master Sword down violently, the blade finding a gap in the dynalfos' armor.
The monster let out a howl before it disintegrated into black smoke.
Wind would have cheered at the brilliantly executed attack had he not been completely stunned Sky's sudden appearance.
Sky sheathed the Master Sword as he turned back towards Wild.
He knelt down next to the champion as he took out a red potion from his bag.
"I told you not to get into too much trouble," Sky chided as he helped Wild sit up.
Wild shoved the potion away. "Give it to Wind; he broke his ankle."
Sky gave a worried glance over at Wind, who was still getting over the shock of what he just saw.
Sky pushed the bottle back at Wild, "Lucky for you, I have extras."
Wind finally snapped out of his stupor. "Where...when....how the hell are you even here right now?" Wind sputtered.
Sky scoffed humorously. Once he was satisfied that Wild would be ok, he stood up and made his way towards Wind.
"I had a change of heart," Sky stated as he crouched down and handed Wind a potion.
"Maybe Twilight is rubbing off on me, but I wasn't comfortable leaving you two gremlins out here unsupervised. Turns out I was right."
"I'm not a gremlin," Wild protested as he slowly stood up.
"You're the worst of the bunch!" Sky declared.
Wind rotated his ankle a few times, testing to see if the potion worked.
With Sky's help, he stood up. Even though the bone had healed, his ankle was still tender.
Still, he protested when Sky insisted he climb up on his back, but the chosen hero shot him a look that rivaled even Time's 'dad stares'.
Once he was comfortably situated on Sky's back, the trio slowly made their way back to Ordon.
"What are you going to tell the others?" Wind finally asked.
"That you sprained your ankle looking for herbs with Wild." Sky deadpanned.
"Seriously?!" Wind complained. "That's going to make me sound so fucking lame!"
"Language!" Sky chastised, causing Wind to laugh.
"Seriously though," Sky continued. "Do you want to tell the others what really happened?"
Wild groaned. "Twilight wouldn't let out of his sight ever again."
Wind huffed in frustration. The story Sky came up with was embarrassing enough. Still, he'd rather deal with the embarrassment than deal with Twilight's over-protectiveness or the dad-lecture he would undoubtedly get from Time.
Despite the obvious shit-show the day turned into, Wind genuinely had a great time.
"Hey Wild," he called out. When Wild looked up Wind smiled. "Thanks for cheering me up."
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Chapter 35
No. As much as I want to, this is not a Taylor Swift reference.
THE ROAD SO FAR
Red
John 'Soap' MacTavish
Site Hotel Bravo, Afghanistan
The plan was simple, infiltrate the area, locate for intel regarding Nero and leave. The darkness of the cave was at their advantage, but despite all that, the area they were situated in was far too crowded.
Green laser pointers scattered everywhere, they danced like party strobes inside the dimly lit tunnel on the way deeper into the base. Loud chatter could be heard as they discussed their tell tales on the different kinds of women they met.
France crouched by Soap's side and whispered.
"John, we lost Ghost. He said he was going to cover our six. Now he's gone." For a second, Soap looked worried but then again, Ghost was capable of handling his business on his own.
“We’ll just rendezvous with him later. For now, we need to focus on our main objective.” He muttered, advancing stealthily as the patrol passed through them. Francine took a while to check on her corners and she advanced farther than Soap, using her adept indoor combat skills into play.
Soap just watched her, marvelling at her swift movement. This was her forte, the initial thing that stunned him back on the O-course. He couldn't help but drop his jaw as her movements left him awestruck.
"Clear." She muttered, causing the Scotsman to shake back to reality as he took one last glance at their six and moved forward.
"This place has a lot of rooms. Should we split up and scan one by one?" Soap asked, looking at Francine. The interaction was serious but they could feel sparks in the air. It was inevitable, but they both dismissed these lingering feelings and proceeded to the mission.
"Okay… but stay on the line. I don't want to lose you again." France muttered shyly as she moved left.
"Aye. Will do." Soap chuckled and moved left.
"Sheesh. Get a room you two… Captain, can they move on a different line?" Gary interrupted over comms. Price just chuckled.
"Glad to hear you're nearby, Roach." Soap replied, entering one of the many rooms.
Leaning close to the wall, he carefully scanned the documents lying on the desk. They consisted of academic research regarding EMP effects on the battlefield and how to repel it's effects.
"No sign of Nero here but a lot about their big project." Soap muttered.
"Copy. I also have the same results. It's just aerodynamic manuals and books about flight." France said on the other line, her tone sounded curious and amused.
"Team, brace yourselves. I'm bringing the party in full swing. Gary! Hit the lever!" Price advised as the alarms started blaring, bringing the whole facility on high alert.
"Price! What was that for?!" Soap asked, covering behind the room.
"Sorry lad, desperate times call for desperate measures, we have to stop the nuke." Price stated and his line cut off, with gunfire being the last thing they heard on their end.
"Price? Alex? Roach? Ghost? Does anyone copy?!" Soap roared over comms.
"Soap…" a faint British gasp from comms.
"Ghost is that you?! Where are you?!" Soap sounded panicked, lowering his voice after he heard footprints stomped outside his room.
"I'm on the lower floor. Shit… Alexandra… she's here…" Ghost groaned, Soap could hear the pained expression on his voice.
"We're on our way! Hang tight! Don't you dare die on us!" Soap said as he kicked the door open, shooting enemies that were already cornering France.
“I won’t, but make it fast. hehe… I should've just watched your six…” Ghost’s low tone continued over the comms as Soap and France hid by the doors and fired whenever they could. Enemy waves seemed to go on forever and the longer they got stuck there, the longer they got worried about Ghost.
Out of desperation, the duo began cooking grenades, tossing them on spots where enemies gathered, on corners where they hid and on every entryway where swarms would appear.
“Shit. That was my last one.” he muttered as he felt his body lighten. They've consumed most of their ammunition in a single room.
“I guess that was the last of them.” France sighed, wiping sweat off her forehead.
“Let’s go get Ghost.” Soap ordered and they both made their way down the stairs. The two had no idea about the map layout, but the urgency of the situation led them to where Ghost was. The room was dimly lit, sparks of faulty electronics flew from the roof and the spinning red signal light was the only bright light illuminating the area.
Upon seeing his teammate, Soap quickly stepped forward but paused as soon as Ghost warned him.
“No! There are traps. One got me.” he heaved, slowly raising his head. Maxine immediately inspected the door and disarmed the set trip wire, as they quickly moved by Ghost’s side.
“Ghost, you're going to be okay.” Soap assured, assisting France in applying first aid on his wound. It was a huge burn by the stomach, the explosion deeply injured his skin causing him to bleed out. Crimson red blood glinted off the surface as the red signal momentarily illuminated the floor.
“I used to be careful you know… But as soon as I saw her, I lost all my senses. I had to break her free from that prison.” He breathed, almost struggling, grunting as France applied pressure to the wound.
Soap quickly got up and shot the lock with his pistol, kicking the door open and approached the unconscious redhead lying on the floor. She had a notable few bruises and scars here and there, signs of torture. Soap attempted to wake her up but she didn’t move, he quickly pressed his hands on her neck until he felt a faint pulse.
“She’s alive.” Soap declared, turning to Ghost and Francine.
“Haah- Thank God she’s fine.” he groaned as Francine shushed her as he attempted to get up.
“It’d be better if you don’t force yourself for a while.” She suggested.
“We’ll get you two out of here.” Francine said, Ghost just chuckled, coughing in the process.
“Don’t do that!” She scolded. The ground suddenly shuddered causing them to lose balance.
“This is bad. We can’t stay here any longer!” Soap yelled, carrying Alexandra on one shoulder while assisting France on Ghost on his other shoulder.
“Price! We got Alexandra and Ghost and they're injured! Where’s Nikolai?” Soap yelled over comms.
“He won’t be here until after two hours. Shepherd’s making his escape using the river.
Roach! Go grab that boat, we won’t let him get away!” Price’s final transmission was relayed to their ears as the connection turned blank.
He had no idea where Alex and Jack are, but as long as the Nuke hasn’t launched yet, they still have time.
Halfway through the prison cells, Soap and the rest of the team heard footsteps echo from nearby.
“You have got to be bloody kidding me!” he cursed as they picked up the pace and escaped the area.
They hid themselves in the room with the aviation books, barricaded the two unconscious allies while France continued to tend to Ghost’s wound.
“Haaah- You’re getting nowhere with me like this. Just leave us. Like Romeo and Juliet.” Ghost whispered, his tone was serious and both France and Soap didn’t like it.
“No.” France spat as he unslung her rifle and tossed it to Soap, along with her ammo.
“I’m not going to leave anyone behind. Not again.” She declared, eyeing at Soap, someone she once lost on a mission. This prompted Soap to move forward and take a peek outside.
“It’s clear.” he announced, the ground rumbled once more. He went back to assist France, Ghost tugged his rifle.
“I think I can still shoot.” he mutters as Soap gave him the gun without any arguments. And so they moved to the docks, it was going to be a long walk from their location, but they did it anyway. Their formation occupied the whole width of the hallway, meaning any bullet flying toward them would surely hit its mark.
Despite the huge flaw, Ghost managed to make it easier for the group to move forward, despite the room being dark and blinking red, and the fact that Ghost was still injured and continuously losing a lot of blood, he still could target and shoot down enemies.
"Nice shot." Soap praised as they carefully navigated to the outer part of the cave, the raging river coursing below them.
Soap could feel another tug on his rifle as Alexandra started to move.
"Gun. I'll cover your six." She whispered faintly as Soap did his best to give her his gun.
They became a human tank of sorts. With Soap and France as the tires, capable of carrying and navigating their descent to the river, while Alexandra and Ghost were the weapons, shooting incoming hostiles that dared to block their way.
From the distance, Soap and France could see speedboats coursing through the river, following a huge helicopter not too far ahead of them. The trail they left behind was utter chaos. The ground shook as they almost lost their balance, urging them to descend quickly.
Under normal circumstances, Soap would've felt pain, but his adrenaline rush compensated through, making him finish the last step and board on the remaining boat.
The engine hummed as Soap navigated through the river, they carefully followed the path of destruction caused by the two.
Broken speed boats were everywhere, unconscious or dead bodies floated by the water as the grand chase happened. Soap wondered if Price and Roach caught up with Shepherd.
"All these for info on Nero." France frowned, her hands tended to both Ghost and Alexandra.
"There's still a nuke out there. I wonder how Jack and Alex are holding up." Soap glanced at France and muttered. Her short hair blew as she assisted the two, Soap envisioned her as a nurse for a short while, then shook it off immediately after a bump on the river.
"John! Look ahead." France warned as John turned. The place was hugely filled with water and destruction was still everywhere. He coursed the safe path without all the debris and the wreckage.
"What happened here…" Alexandra groaned.
From a distance, the ground shook and smoke bellowed just by the horizon ahead.
"There's a…" Francine whispered.
"Shit! We're headed to a waterfall!" Soap roared and gripped the controls to shore, luckily they saw it quickly as they settled on the dusty riverbank as the sand blew against the team.
"This is dangerous. Sand might infect their open wounds." Francine said, concerned about the situation of the two injured.
"I'll help you seek shelter then I'll check on Price." He said, lifting Alexandra and assisting France on carrying Ghost.
They soon found a small cavern like structure that would provide shade from both sun and dust that masked the area. Soap took his rifle from Alexandra, slung it on his body and left.
"John. Be careful." Francine said, her eyes looked very concerned and Soap would do just about anything to protect that kind of look. He didn't want to disappoint.
"I always am." He smiled and turned back, his head hitting the roof of the cave.
"Ack!" he muttered and left, causing France to chuckle.
A quick peek of the waterfall and Soap saw the plane crash which bellowed black smoke. The rest of the ground was unclear as the sandstorm covered most of the area. There were no signs of movement and Soap carefully crossed the mountain path downward to the crash site. Shepherd didn't make it out. This is the end of the line for him.
Next Chapter : The TEN Kilometer River
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chaos - part one
chaos masterlist
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“you don’t smile anymore,” she cups his cheek while her heart shatters to pieces, her dark brown eyes can no longer recognizing the green-eyed man that sat in front of her. “i miss your smile.” a sob dares to escape from her throat, a single tear drips down to their conjoined hands where his grip is strong and his thumb absentmindedly caresses her soft skin. she is meddling with the barely used hair tie that adorned his wrist, the one she gave him.
who was he? she didn’t know.
his eyes look empty, sad, angry, lonely, dark, all in one and it tore her apart. this was not the man she met three years ago. this was not the man she fell in love with.
“i miss you eren,” she whispers as the hum of the blimp vibrates around them. the skin of his constrained hand is cold contrasting her warm skin, which she gained from whipping around in the air for the mission they just fulfilled. the chaos of their actions dying down as they got further and further away from marley and eren’s destruction.
the couple was on one side of the room they were in, but she knew that she didn’t have much time left to talk to him. it was only a matter of seconds before hange came out of the cockpit or levi walked back over from the hushed conversation he was having with armin and mikasa. the highly skilled soldier wasn’t even that far but he wanted to give the two young adults a little space as much as possible. but it wasn’t like her lover was talking.
her darker hands abandon his touch and she stands, taking a few steps back. zeke yeager’s body finally comes into her vision and she could tell that he was listening. but she ignores him. despite eren’s plan and his importance, she did not like him. she probably got that from levi. yelena stood in between the yeager brothers, but she avoids looking the tall woman in the eye.
“i would like for you to come back,” hesitantly, her hand raises from her side to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. he looked like a damn mess but to her, he looked so beautiful. and she knew it was because she hadn’t seen him in so long.
the titan marks were slowly disappearing off of his face and when she pulled her hand away, her fingers grazed them softly. this caused him to finally look up at her and her full lips deliver him the smallest of smiles. he could see the small teardrops decorating her black skin and the way her eyes were filled with worry. worry for him.
before either of them could say something, levi walks over and she distances herself from the titan shifter, firmly placing himself beside the man who was shorter than her. “you should go check on your brother.” the older man says, his eyes looking at eren but addressing her. he wanted her to leave, because he knew that her admiration for eren would cloud her judgement. he already witnessed the great strength she had to use to restrain herself when he kicked eren earlier.
“okay,” she softly says, her hands clutching the bandage that was wrapped around her hand and up her right arm, blood staining the white fabric. “you would think that after all the couple of years you spent training me, i would get out of this unscathed.” the horrors of the night flash behind her eyes and she shuts them tight. so many bodies, so much blood, so much chaos.
“get better before you die.” levi bluntly answers and she looks at him to find him looking at her. she gives him a firm nod and walks towards the cockpit door. before she enters she looks back and sees eren sitting, watching her walk away while levi is still looking down at him, a steely look stamped onto his face.
she opens the door and steps in. her eyes cast on the floor as she walks closer into the cockpit. her distracted mind causes her to run into hange who is overlooking onyankopon’s ability at flying the blimp. “i’m sorry hange.” she rushes out, her heart hammering in her chest. the brunette scientist lays a hand on her shoulder and grins.
“no need to look so scared, i’m not going to throw you off the blimp,” that brings a smile to both of their faces. hange could see the weathered down look on her face because they also could see the obvious affection that she displayed towards eren. when he disappeared behind enemy lines, the worry manifested in her actions, and now hange didn’t know what eren’s actions would push her to.
“of course.” slightly bowing her head, she then continues to her destination and hange continues working.
“onyankopon, how long do you think it’ll take to get back to paradis?”
“a few hours.” her brother looks out to the landscape below, the hum of the blimp is louder there. “how are you doing, nyame?”
“i don’t know, kopo.” she sits in the seat to his right, assisting him with some of the buttons. “did you know he’d do this? did yelena?” her brother is quiet for a while, but nyame doesn’t say anything that could possibly accuse him.
“everything will be alright.”
“will it?” she whispers, her mind going back to times where everything was better. times where she would find her stare lingering on eren and those private and secret moments the two would find together. shy and hesitant kisses and hand holding. what has she gotten herself into?
her hand passes over her thick hair, there is blood matted into it and it disgusts her. taking the hair tie from her wrist, she wraps the curls oh her head into a bun as best as she could. the quick movements of her hands was a technique that she learned from sasha, someone who always had her hair up. nyame used to always have her hair down, but when she started learning how to use the odm gear, sasha advised that she either cut it or put it up in a practical design.
the braids must have come undone when she had to thwart the flying obstacles thrown by the beast titan. the thought reminds her of the throbbing pain emitting from her right arm. her movements were sloppy when they were put under the test of speed and it caused for her throw her body onto sharp debris. connie had helped her bandage the wound as soon as she landed in the blimp. but what she really wanted to do was discard of the black and white uniform that she still had on and wash off all the grime that was present on her body.
“don’t think like that, nyame.” her brother gives her a soft look, the only comfort he could give his little sister at the moment. “but hopefully next time you’ll listen to me when i say don’t join the military.” the teasing pulls out a chuckle from both of them.
“i had to make sure you weren’t gonna go and get yourself killed. but it all wasn’t so–” nyame’s interrupted by a commotion coming from the room she was previously in. her and her brother’s eyes meet and he gives her a nod, getting her to move out and see what it was. she moves around hange, who’s focusing on something else, and towards the door.
when she is back out there, jean is at the entrance, clutching the bodies of two bruised children. “who are these brats?” nyame is able to catch as she steps further into the room, the door to the cockpit closing slowly behind her.
“they killed lobov and used his equipment to board the ship,” there is a slight anger accompanied by sadness and nyame feels as if there is more to the story. “and then... this girl shot sasha. i don’t think there’s any hope for her...” the last of his words got softer and softer, as if falling into a void where he hoped that what he said would become false.
at that mikasa and armin run past the trio and out to where they last saw sasha. nyame hesitates, not knowing if she would be allowed to grieve with them. sure, she had gotten close to them over the years but she was still an outsider. she looks to eren and he has a look of shock on his face. but she couldn’t decipher him, which saddened her even more. and without a second thought, nyame also leaves the room, chasing down her comrades.
the sight that was introduced to her eyes is a heartbreaking one. connie passes by her towards the room she just came from. she can see the tears swimming down his face and the tension on his forehead. mikasa and armin are crying and screaming beside their fallen comrade.
sasha is gone.
all nyame can do is stare. her heart slows and her hands clenched into fists ignoring the pain that radiates from the action. her vision gets blurry as tears begin to silently escape. the sound of screams overcoming the sound of her thoughts. a pressure begins to grow in her chest and she realizes that it is her heart breaking even more. staring at the scene before her, disbelief grows at her brother’s words. everything will be alright.
and in a harsh whisper, while looking at the empty eyes of sasha braus, nyame proclaims it. “will it, kopo? because i don’t think it will.”
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A/N okay, so this fic idea has been on my mind since i watched sasha’s death and we met onyankopon (it was easier to add another black character, not like that will stop me). and i am fucking obsessed with eren and levi. i will continue this cause i fucking love this anime/manga. i will be following closer to the manga though, so like yeah. i also had a short reiner fic in mind, but that won’t be a series like this one will be. let me know what you think
part two
#fanfiction#aot#aot x oc#eren yeager#snk eren#shingeki no kyojin#snk#eren x oc#levi x oc#Eren x black!oc#levi x black!oc#snippet#work in progress#snk levi#written on my phone#this might as well be chapter one#levi ackerman#attack on titan x oc#attack on titan#attack on titan fanfiction#snk fanfiction#jean kirschstein#connie springer#sasha braus#zeke yeager#eren jaeger#zeke jaeger#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#hange zoë
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