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undermattsun-archive · 3 years

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ushijima x fem!reader x kita | w.c 1.2k

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!) and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!)

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain.

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer”

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot.

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!!

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!)

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

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emu-lumberjack · 4 years

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Don’t Answer the Phone Tired pt. 2

It’s the next day and Damian has gotten even less sleep, thankfully he’s not too tired after a some surprise news shocks him awake.

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Hey guys here’s the sequel everyone was super excited for. I really hope y'all like it, I definitely wrote it tired, but it should be coherent.

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here

Read part 5 here

He really needed coffee, especially after dealing with his brothers after they found out about Marinette. The youngest Wayne was up till four yelling at them to lay off, among more colorful terms, everyone time they called. He would’ve just ignored them but he knew that ignoring them would just wind up with him getting a surprise visit sooner than later. The fresh Parisian air felt good against his face as he stood on his balcony.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair!” Marinette's voice called from the street.

“Only if the prince is willing to protect me from my aggravating brothers!” He cracked a smile as he shouted back.

“Alas I cannot do that, but would my damsel take this as a reward?” She held up a purple travel mug and a bag filled with a croissant.

“I think I could take that deal. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He ran inside to grab his bag and throw on some day clothes before meeting Marinette.

“Have I mentioned you’re the best girlfriend? Because you’re the best girlfriend.” Damian said walking up to Marinette.

“You could stand to mention it more.” The bluenette replied handing him his promised coffee and croissant. He gulped down the coffee barely taking a breath until Marinette laughed and said, “Slow down there, you won't have any time to savor any of it.”

“If you want to stay up late dealing with my brothers, please be my guest but if not,” He gestured with his cup, “I’m gonna drink as fast as I want to.” Marinette nodded to that.

“Was it that bad last night after you left?”

“By bad do you mean each one of was trying to call me every five minutes out of ‘concern’ for my health or to check to make sure I hadn’t kidnapped you.” Marinette laughed again. “Anyway if I didn’t talk to them at all they probably would’ve hopped on the first flight they could to see what’s going on.” They stopped at the light, when Damian turned to look at Marinette he noticed she was avoiding his gaze. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about my brothers. Would you Angel?”

“Well, I might have gotten a text from Aurore to keep you away from school because three older guys had come and were asking around for you. One of them was half asleep and she couldn’t figure out how he was functional.”

Damian paled, after a moment he said “And why then are we going to school, I personally want to get as far away from them as possible.”

“She sent me a follow up saying to get there as fast as possible. Lila told her lie in front of the wrong person and, well I’ll show you the video.” Marinette handed her phone to Damian who hit play on the video that was up.

The forms of Grayson, Todd and Drake half asleep leaning on Jason. A voice came from off screen saying,

“Girl I can’t believe Tim’s not taking you to the Wayne Gala.” Alya, Damian thought. She was beginning to walk into frame with someone else. He knew who she was before she spoke.

“I know right. It’s just why would he invite someone else!” There in all her demonic glory stood Lila Rossi, not yet realising who she was walking next to.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but are you talking about Tim Drake? Adopted son of Bruce Wayne?” Grayson asked innocently. Damian knew that voice, it was the same one he used when he was going to demolish someone. “Well yeah. He’s her boyfriend, who are you anyway? Why do you care?” Alya was immediately there to be Lila’s guard dog.

“Well my name is Richard Grayson-Wayne. Tim’s brother and Bruce's son. I care because unless he’s as good at keeping secrets as Damian is, which he’s not, then he isn’t dating this girl.” Alya paled, the camera zoomed in on Lila’s face. She looked like she was about to be sick

“Huh? I heard my name.” Drake, who was in a rare moment of lucidness, looked at Dick.

“Are you pulling a Damian and secretly dating a girl in France?” Todd still Drake’s support was glaring at Lila.

“What?! Are you kidding me? No!” Drake looked like he was just hit with a cement slab.

“What are you talking about obviously you’re dating Lila! Stop Lying! I bet you're not even the real Tim Drake.” Alya was shouting now drawing crowds from around the courtyard. Drake looked at Grayson confused.

“She does realize that we can sue her if she’s really telling these types of lies right? Like she can’t be doing that.” Tim stood in front of Dick and turned his back to the paled liar and fuming reporter

“Oh leave Lila alone!” Alya came towards Drake and shoved him into Grayson.

“That does it.” Todd who had moved off to the side started walking towards the brunette rolling up his sleeves. Grayson and Todd recovered quickly, and moved to hold Todd back.

“We should get there before Todd kills them.” He said calmly before handing the phone back to Marinette. “Otherwise we won’t be able to take her down ourselves.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

In no time the duo were walking up the steps of Françoise Dupont where the sounds of shouts could be heard. The scene they entered was somehow more chaotic then the one Aurore had sent in the video. Todd was hanging upside down, the rope leading up around the handrails on the second floor then back down to a corner of the courtyard. Drake was on the bench snoring softly with his head almost touching the floor. Dick was on the phone, presumably with some lawyers. The entire bottom courtyard of the school was littered with papers and balloons were strewn about. Lila was nowhere to be seen.

“It looks like they’ve taken care of the situation, and they haven’t spotted us yet so I’m just gonna…” Damian began.

“There he is! Demonspawn, finally I thought you’d never get here.” Jason interrupted. He had spun around and caught sight of Damian and Marinette walking in. Dick turned around at the sound of Jason’s voice before saying “Yeah Duke I’ll have to call you back, but we need to sort this Lila stuff out.” He put his phone away before walking over to a corner of the building where he took out his knife and slashed a piece of rope. Jason came crashing down.

“A little warning next time Dick.” Jason said brushing off some dust that had settled on his tan leather jacket. Each one of them were dressed in their civilian clothing. Dick had on a pair of blue jeans with a grey t-shirt paired with some black sneakers. Jason was wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket combo. Drake was in some weird form of pajama and day clothes mixing a graphic T-shirt and red flannel with grey sweatpants and slippers.

“Now I know that we have to be dreaming. Demonspawn is actually wearing a sweatshirt. I don’t even think Alfred could get him to do that.” Damian had run out once he heard Marinette’s voice that morning so he had just thrown on a pair of pants, a shirt and a sweatshirt barely thinking about it. He had become relaxed in Paris.

“What the hell are you guys doing here.” Damian’s face was quickly beginning to match a tomato in color and he was backing out of the entryway.

“Well obviously we had to come and see you, and meet your girlfriend.” Dick who had walked over to Marinette grabbed her hand and shook it. “My name’s Dick, the grumbling menace over there is Jason. The one currently passed out is Tim, nice to meet you, uh”

“Marinette.” She supplied. “I also have to thank you for taking care of a certain person, I’ve been trying to figure out how to get rid of her for a year.”

“Oh it was no problem at all, especially after she claimed she was dating Tim.” Damian quickly interrupted the two with a few well placed coughs. “I don’t mean to cut this short Grayson but we have to be getting to class.”

“Oh don’t worry. Bruce already called you out for the day, and Marinette I’m sure you can miss one day of school.” Jason said walking up behind Marinette.

“As much as I’d love to, I have two tests today. I’ll be happy to meet up with you afterwards though.” Damian’s eyes widened as the words sunk in and he realized what that meant for him.

“Please don’t leave me alone with them.” He looked at Marinette pleadingly.

“You’re gonna have to tell us how you got him to say please, it took Alfred a month to do that.” Jason remarked.

“Maybe another time, now I’ve gotta get to class.” She gave one look at Damian and there was laughter in her eyes.

“I hate you.” He said.

“No you don’t.” She called back, disappearing around the corner.

“So how bout we wake up Timmy and go get breakfast. I for one am famished.” Jason came up and put a hand on Damians shoulder.

“Ya know that doesn’t sound so bad Jason. Then Damian can tell us all about Paris, and the people he’s met.” Dick stood in front of Damians glare gleefully looking at Jason.

“I will kill you both and Father will never be able to find your bodies.”

“Yeah but then Marinette will be disappointed. For some reason she gives off the ‘thou shall not kill’ vibe.” Grayson said. “Now how are we gonna wake Tim up.”

“Oh I’ll take care of it.” Damian said grabbing his Ice filled water bottle.

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youbloodymadgenius · 4 years

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Pancakes in bed, again? (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: Allvikingsfanfic asked me several months ago what the story of a fic called “Pancakes in bed, again?” would be. I wrote this, in French, and Allvikingsfanfic read it through Google translate.

Today you can read it in English. It’s a silly thing, no plot, but I had fun writing it. And translating it too.

Once again, thank you for helping me @inforapound 💖

Summary: the reader wants to eat breakfast in bed and Ivar is far from pleased.

Warnings: brief mention of fingering and oral sex (female receiver) ; grumpy Ivar.

Words: 1485

Pushing the door with your foot, you enter the room. "Breakfast!" you shout cheerfully, smiling and hands full of food.

While sitting on the bed, Ivar growls and places cushions behind his back. His eyes fall on the tray you're carrying. His threatening look is enough to temper your eagerness. You want to ask him if there’s a problem, but he doesn’t give you a chance.

"WE ARE GOING TO HAVE PANCAKES IN BED AGAIN????????" His scream is loud enough for you to startle, almost dropping the bottle of orange juice off the tray.

Your boyfriend being grumpy when he wakes up is nothing uncommon – you are perfectly aware, even if he never talks about it. The pain in his legs is often worse in the morning, his joints stiff from the hours of immobility. But right now, he is far beyond the usual, especially on a lazy Sunday morning, the sun already shining high and the previous night full of many orgasms, both for him and you.

Sighing, you walk a few steps forward so that you can put the tray on your nightstand.

"Ivar…" You begin tentatively but he immediately cuts you off. "What, ‘Ivar’? Huh Y/N, what??? I do hate breakfast in bed, you should know this by now!"

Hearing his harsh tone, you instinctively step back, feeling the need to put distance between the two of you. You're sure Ivar would never hit you, but when he explodes in anger, you cannot help being scared.

He's not finished. "A fucking bed is made for sleeping, not for eating, damn it! There's going to be crumbs everywhere again and we're going to have to change the sheets!"

Retorting to him that since he doesn't do it anyway, it shouldn't bother him is terribly tempting, but you know better and hold back. First, because it seems slightly unfair and second, because you're aware that adding fuel to the fire would only make things worse.

So, you're trying to calm yourself. Sitting carefully at the edge of the bed, you reach out and put your hand on his.

"Ivar,” you speak softly, "they're not croissants, they're pancakes. Pancakes don't make crumbs…" Pushing your hand back almost violently and rolling his eyes, he answers you with a frightfully dismissive tone, as if he was lecturing you.

"Use your brain, Y/N, it's even worse! They're blueberry pancakes that you're going to sprinkle with maple syrup. The sheets will be stained and sticky. Sometimes, I wonder what's in your mind, really!"

At this point, you no longer want to be patient. Getting up, you speak dryly, "Admit it's because you hate pancakes!"

Giving you a death stare, Ivar hits the mattress with his hand before spitting. "THIS HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, Y/N!!!"

Moving away from the bed, you raise your hands in front of you, palms facing him, as a – false – sign of defeat. You sarcastically answer him. "All right. So, since this has nothing to do with it, and it's truly because you don't like breakfast in bed, it's useless for me to bring you what I've prepared for you, isn't it? I'm going to eat my pancakes in the kitchen. And please, don't bother to come with me."

Going around the bed without looking at him, you grab the tray and head for the door.

"Y/N?" Ivar's voice keeps you from crossing the threshold, almost unwillingly. "You… You have prepared something for… me?" His voice sounds both incredulous and sheepish.

Turning around slowly, you speak with more bitterness than you would like. But after all, he certainly deserves it. "Why Ivar? Are you suddenly interested?"

"Y/N…" Now, it is he who wants to be soothing. He even sketches a smile. You see in his eyes the excuses he probably won't say. Inside, you feel like you're melting to see him so sorry, but you're not ready to give in so easily. Not right now anyway. You have a temper too.

"What 'Y/N'? Huh, Ivar, what??? I do hate that when you yell at me, you should know this by now!" Aware that you're using his own words against him, he winces.

"Okay, all right, I got carried away, Y/N…"

"Oh for sure, you got carried away! You've been unfair and acted in bad faith!"

Sighing, he lowers his head. "I… I shouldn't have… Are you… are you really, angry? Really very angry?"

The obvious fear in his voice is heart-wrenching. If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that Ivar loves you more than anything. And you also know that he's frightened that you might eventually leave him, tired of his outbursts.

Putting the tray back on the nightstand, you climb on the bed. Looking at you with shameful eyes, he grabs your hand.

"No, Ivar. I'm not really, angry. But I'm annoyed and slightly disappointed… How can you believe I don't know you hate pancakes? How many times have I forced you to eat pancakes? I thought you knew better. I always make something else for you, right?"

Your free hand rests on his cheek. "I brought the pancakes first because I wanted to make your scrambled eggs at the last minute, so they would be hot and creamy just how you like them…"

Chewing his bottom lip he scratches nervously the back of his neck. "I really was an idiot, wasn't I?"

You nod with a smile.

"And you made me scrambled eggs?"

"Not yet, you didn't give me the chance. But your toasts and your bacon must be cold by now."

Eyes wide open, Ivar almost hiccups. "Bacon? Did you fry bacon? But why didn't you say that earlier?" Pushing back the sheets, he swings his legs out of bed before grabbing his crutch.

"What are you doing now?" Your hand on his shoulder stops him.

"I'll handle the eggs and then I'll bring it all back here." He gives you a sorry look. "It's the least I can do, isn't it? Do you want me to reheat your pancakes?"

Turning away, he tries to get up, but you firmly stop him and force him to look at you, one hand on his chin. "You're going to stay here, go back to bed and let me do what I planned, okay?"

While his big blue eyes staring at you, surprised, you can't help but tease him a little longer. "I mean, as long as you're sure you want to have breakfast in bed, of course… Your toasts will make crumbs…”

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Licking your maple syrup coated fingers with much gusto, you look at Ivar, who is swallowing his last bite. Greedily, he laid a little scrambled eggs on a quarter of toast and a slice of bacon on top. "Hmm,... It was perfect… And truly delicious…"

You laugh when he pouts, realizing that, as you predicted, there are crumbs everywhere, on and around him. Sweeping them with a light hand, you put a kiss on the corner of his lips. "Don't worry about it, I'll change the sheets later if needed."

Staring at you, his face is serious. "I'm incredibly lucky to have you. And I know I don't deserve you." But even before you can answer, his eyes become playful and one of his hands slips under the sheets to rest a few centimetres from your crotch. You moan instantly.

"However, you misjudged my appetite. I'm still hungry. Very hungry."

What is in his mind is pretty obvious, but you decide to play with him a little longer and sit up straight.

"Is that true? Are you that hungry? Give me two more minutes, I'll certainly find something to satisfy you." You pretend to get up, but he grabs your arm tightly.

"There's no way you're moving, Y/N." He's bossy but immediately betrayed by his eyes full of desire.

His lips crash against yours, your tongues searching for each other before rushing in a frantic dance that makes you both moan. When Ivar moves away from you, it's to push the sheets back to the foot of the bed. Everything then happens in a split second.

While one of his hands is skillfully removing your panties, the other is already running between your lips. This simple touch makes you immediately gasp.

"Ivar… Hmm…" Spreading and bending your legs, he moves in the bed before slipping between them. You gasp as he slides two fingers inside you. You're already perfectly wet. "Ivar… it's… hmm…"

He gives you a stern look. "Shhh…," his fingers never stop moving back and forth inside you, "… my love, there's no way you're ruining my dessert…"

The next minute, his tongue is swirling around your clit and the last coherent thought you're able to formulate can be summarized in a few words, expressed between moans. "I… hmm… believe that… hmm… we have to think… hmm… more often about… this kind of dessert… hmm…"

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amethyst-noir · 5 years

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Do you have any head canons for serious, hardcore Stephen angst? It seems so lacking in the fandom! Maybe, after Endgame (Tony lives AU) Stephen's mental health seriously deteriorates and after possibly 14000000 existences being in love with Tony (they're just acquaintances in their timeline), he uses a portal and Tony ends up with a delirious, crazed Doctor Strange in his workshop.

I’m horrible out of the loop concerning the latest WIPs in our corner of fandom - I’ve bookmarked at lot of them and now wait for the chance to read them. But it saddens me that there is a lack ofhardcore Stephen angst because that’s my favorite genre, along with h/c and a happy end.

I like your idea, anon! Very much! If you don’t mind I’ll keep it because now I kind of want to write a shortsnipped based on it. 💞

Back to your question - I have quitea few headcanons, actually. One of the ideas I had almost a year ago but put away because it’s sooo over the top goes as follows:

Stephen is a mental and physical wreck. The searching out of the one true timeline™ took a lot out of him and injured him on a soul-deep level and the fight against Thanos damaged his body pretty badly. The wounds have barely begun to heal but there is no rest forhim.

Thanos might be gone but now a lot of other, partly interdimensional threats, have woken up and started to pay attention to Earth. Stephen is the first in a very thin line of defense andhe’s ruining himself even further trying to stay on top of things but there is only so much even he can accomplish.

Wong - and the Rest of Kamar-Taj - do their best to help and support him but there’s no denying the fact that Stephen is the strongest and most inventive of all of them.

There has been no contact between Stephen and Tony since Thanos’ defeat since Tony exploded in his face afterwards because of pain and pent-up frustration. Stephen, of course, took itto heart and it hasn’t been helping his overall condition.

Tony, as soon as he had a little bit of time to process things and started thinking clearly again, felt bad for his harsh words but pride and the fact that he doesn’t know how to contact Stephen have kept them from meeting again so far.

A few months later “something” happens that’s so world-threatening that the current Avengers need all hands-on deck – including the retired Iron Man and all the magical help they can get. Stephen, of course, shows up himself. He’s not really himself and Tony is surprised at how quiet Stephen is and how he keeps in the background. The man barely manages to meet his eyes, for heaven’s sake, and only speaks up when directly spoken to. He’s distant and seems to be barely there. Tony is disappointed and forced to acknowledge that he missed Stephen’s particular kind of snark in his life and that maybe he was a little bit too harsh right after the dust hadn’t even settled on the battlefield.

They play hide-and-seek for a while because Stephen always vanishes the moment he can and seems to avoid Tony atall costs. Tony’s words have hurt him deeply, mostly because he knows that they are all true. He played with Infinity Stones and semi-gods, he doomed half the universe to death for 5 years and decades of grueling recovery now. He came out of 14.000.605 timelines deeply in love with Tony but every time he looks at him he’s reminded about what he did and how Tony condemned him for it. He half expects Tony to bring it up again, completely missing the signs that Tony wantsto talk to him one equal to another to try to sort through his complex mess of emotions and that there is not much if any anger left in him.

Tony realizes that Stephen isn’t well but before he can hunt the man down and ask questions the situation escalates into some big battle and Stephen uses most of his already very depleted reserves to help as best as he can. Nobody notices but FRIDAY, who isput on “watch the wizard” duty alerts Tony that Stephen’s life signs are slipping into the danger zone.

Tony searches for but doesn’t find Stephen, who has created a portal into the enemy’s lair to defeat the evil at its root. He knows that he’ll probably won’t return but really? He hasn’t got much time left anyway. Magic is burning up his body at an alarming rate and this is a good way to go out.

Tony, of course, finds the portal and follows Stephen into another dimension before he can talk himself out of it. He finds Stephen engaged with the enemy - Stephen isn’t holding back because he knows that this will be his last battle and so he can throw everything at that thing without thinking about keeping himself safe.

The display of sheer power is amazing and Tony, who comes in right in the middle, realizes just how insanely strong Stephen is. Despite that he swoops in to help Stephen. They work together flawlessly, just like they did on Titan, and manage to defeat theirenemy.

Stephen collapses immediately afterwards and so does the portal home. Now Tony is trapped in another dimension with an unconscious, possible dying, Stephen and no way home.

Tony manages to stabilize Stephen and is horrified when his scans reveal just how bad Stephen’s overall state of health is. He remembers the way Stephen hid from him and how he didn’t even manage to look into Tony’s eyes and fears that he’s part of the problem. He barely remembers what he screamed at Stephen back while Stephen took his words to heart and flagellated himself daily with them.

When Stephen finally sort-of wakes up he’s confused and panics when he sees Tony. It takes Tony a while to calm him down enough to explain the situation but Stephen’s too weak now to conjure a portal home. Tony swallows down the bitter words that want to escape and tells Stephen to rest and gather his strength.

“Just one more time,” he promises Stephen. “And then you can rest and recover.”

Stephen doesn’t say anything to that but his whole face makes it clear that there won’t be any rest for him until he drops dead. But he closes his eyes, turns his head away and pretends to fall asleep before Tony can react. Tony doesn’t say anything on the off-chance that Stephen really fell asleep. But he scoots just a little bit closer and retracts his armor fully so that their bodies can touch.

Stephen flinches a little bit, which breaks Tony’s heart, but he doesn’t move away. He falls into an exhausted sleep shortly afterwards and wakes up with Tony’s hand on his arm and the man sleeping. When he tries to extract himself Tony wakes up.

Stephen panics and moves away. He refuses any help and forces himself to his knees, conjuring a portal. “Here. A way home for you.” Go and leave me alone, is left unspoken but Tony hears it anyway. “I don’t know how long I can hold it open.” Stephen’s alreadyshowing signs of collapsing again and Tony is at his side, holding him upright, in a heartbeat.

“Not without you.”

But Stephen’s already lost consciousness again. Tony gathers all his courage and carries him through the collapsing portal back to Earth. His plan is to give Stephen over into Wong’s safe-keeping - and yell at the man for not taking better care of Stephen - but instead of the expected battlefield he finds himself back in the Sanctum. Stephen conjured a portal to his home in his pain and fear. The Cloak leavesStephen’s shoulders to show Tony the way to Stephen’s bedroom and Tony’s stuck with Stephensitting duty until someone else shows up.

There’s no way he’s letting Stephen go now, he realizes while he waits for Wong to come back and Stephen to wake up. He only has to make Stephen understand that he doesn’t hate him and that he’s sorry for what he said back then.

Eventually, Wong shows up and Tonydiscovers just what a wreck Stephen really is. Wong sees how Tony looks at Stephen and his anger towards Tony vanishes completely when Tony tells him about what they went through.

Over the next few days and weeks, while Stephen is mostly sleeping and not really coherent when he’s awake, Wong and Tony devise plans on how to make Stephen’s burden lighter. Stephen needs someone to take care of him in a way Wong simply can’t and Tony loves nothing more than to take care of people while Stephen needs someone to take care of him. Someone who will make him his number one priority in life.

Tony can be that person, Wong realizes to his delight. No, Stephen doesn’t get a vote, they both decide, because he’s an idiot who’ll rather die than ask for help. Literally.

When Stephen’s finally awake enough to get what’s going on he has to discover that Tony fucking Stark more or less moved into the bedroom next to his and that he’s now benched from his duties as Sorcerer Supreme until Wong finds him fit for duty again.

He forgets all about being pissed because Tony proceeds to heap tons of attention on him and it quickly becomesclear just how compatible the two of them are. Tony tells Stephen over and over again how sorry he is and that he didn’t mean the things he said back then, that he was hurting and exhausted and begs for Stephen’s forgiveness on a daily basis while showing him casual affection that gradually becomes more and more intimate.

Stephen slowly begins to heal but the road to full recovery - or as full as he’s capable of - will be long. He still can’t quite believe that Tony will never leave, no matter what the man himself says.

Tony is by now just as much in love with Stephen as Stephen is with him. He doesn’t say anything because he realizes that Stephen’s not ready to hear and believe it yet. So he stays, takes care of Stephen and tries to show him that he’s worthy of love and affection.

The whole story ends when they finally share their first kiss after weeks if not months of mutual pining and slow recovery, with Stephen in Tony’s arms. Where he belongs.

💫

I think it’s crystal clear why I never wrote the actual fic version of this thing, right? 🤣 But hey, you wanted angst, anon, and angst you shall have…

#ironstrange #amy imagines #Anonymous #inbox

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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Ghost of You - Part Two

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Author: @cxddlyash

Words: 1989

Author’s Note: We all know I’m a sucKer for happy endings! If you didn't know... well you do now. So, here it is! ALSO POSTED ON THE SAME DAY AS THE FIRST PART. WOW, RIGHT? Thanks to @h0tsos for fixing a couple of mistakes and letting me know her thoughts on it!

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Luke worked nonstop in the studio, wanting to get the beat of this song just right. He had some help from a couple writers, telling him their ideas and the blonde managed to finish the song in about two weeks.

He found himself standing outside of Calum’s door, knocking quietly as he waited for his best friend to open the door. Luke hasn’t actually been to his house since before the breakup, only in the studio.

The door opened and Cal stood on the other side, his eyes growing wide. “Luke? What are you doing here?” He asked, closing the door a bit and Luke’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“I, uh, finished the song. I wanted your opinion on it,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers together before just pushing past Calum despite the brunette’s plea for him to stop.

You were sat on the couch, snuggled into a blanket you took from the house, Luke’s scent slightly on it as you watched a sad movie. Your head picked up to Calum shouting Luke’s name and your heart dropped, not wanting him to see you like this.

Luke’s eyes landed on you as you perched yourself up on the couch. He could see the tears in your eyes before his gaze went to the tv. “Y/N… w-what-“ he started, confused but realizing why your here and before he could get out a coherent sentence you ran off to the room you stayed in.

His heart broke slightly, staring down the hallways. “Luke…” Calum started, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder and Luke pulled away from him.

“Yo-You didn’t even tell me she was here? Or how she was!?” He yelled, glaring at him.

“She didn’t want you to know,” the bassist calmly spoke, giving Luke a sad look. “She’s far from fine though. Just know that.” Luke ran his fingers through his curls, shaking his head a bit before rushing out of the house, walking back towards his.

You heard the door slam shut and you jumped a bit, knowing that he had left in anger. You say cross-legged on the bed, hearing Calum’s footsteps coming closer to your door before he knocked on the wooden surface.

He walked inside the room after you mumbled for him to come in. “I’m sorry. I-I should’ve just let you tell him where I was. I didn’t want you guys to get into a fight,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek and Cal sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect him to come over. He hasn’t left the house unless it was to go to the studio,” he mentioned and you frowned knowing that’s not like Luke at all. “He’s a mess… you know that right? I don’t think he can live without you.”

You shook your head, trying not to cry. “Please don’t tell me that,” your voice strained, sniffling a bit. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before Calum pulled you into his chest. “T-This is all my fault. We’re both broken because of me.” You cried into his shirt, damping the fabric with your tears as you shook. Your breathing picked up as the task became a little harder, Calum noticing.

He pushed you away from him, moving some of the hair from your face as you kept hyperventilating. “Hey, it’s okay. This isn’t your fault. You were just doing what you thought best… everyone makes mistakes,” Calum gently cooed, rubbing the sides of your arms as you nodded, wiping the wet streaks from your flushed cheeks. “I know you won’t want to, but you should go talk to him.”

Calum dropped you off at your and Luke’s shared place, staring at it as you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to just go up to the front door. “Bye, have fun!” Cal called out as he drove away, not giving you the option to really run.

You sighed defeatedly, stepping slowly towards the place. You bent down, grabbing the key from under the flower pot, unlocking the front door before stepping inside. It was eerily quiet, the sound of Luke’s piano playing in the distance as you noticed the house to only be slightly messy.

Papers strewn about the coffee table caught your attention and you walked towards it, sitting gently onto the white couch. You picked up the pieces of paper, fingers grazing against the ink smudges knowing Luke put his heart into this song Ghost of You.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you And I chase it down, with a shot of truth Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Fresh tears were added to the paper, except these were yours. You placed the papers back in their original spot, covering your face with your hands as you silently cried. He wrote a song about me… Luke’s voice singing throughout the house made you peek your head up, missing the way his voice sounded but this… this sounded nothing like the Luke you knew. His voice cracked while singing the lyrics you just read, the sound of the piano softly playing along to his voice.

You pushed yourself up from the couch, following the sounds of his voice to find him sitting in front of his piano, singing his heart out as he was hunched over a bit. You bit your knuckles to stop yourself from letting out a sob, continuing to watch him until he finished. Your eyes moved to Petunia who was lying on her bed beside him, her head picking up at the sight of you.

She immediately got up, trotting towards you as you crouched down, petting her belly as she laid on her back.

The piano playing stopped as Luke noticed Petunia wasn’t in her bed, glancing behind him to see you crouched down by her, petting her. A sad smile came to his lips, wondering if you were actually here or a figment of his imagination.

“You came back?” His voice spoke out quietly and you glanced over at the blonde, seeing this tired blue eyes looking at you.

You pressed your lips together while standing up before making your way towards him, sitting down next to him at the piano. “I figured we needed to talk,” you mumbled, toying with your fingers as he nodded, the two of you facing the piano.

His slender fingers played with the keys, pressing one every minute or so as you sat in silence. “Calum said you were far from fine…” Luke trailed off, gazing down at you as you sighed, nodding your head.

“He’s right. I don’t think there’s been a time where I didn’t cry myself to sleep,” you explained furthermore. “He said you were a mess.”

Luke let out a dry laugh, biting his bottom lip before nodding. “He’s also right. I haven’t left the house unless it was to go to record or write, I-I stare at your side of the bed every morning and every night, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong,” he mumbled quietly, the crack in his voice returning.

“Luke… you didn’t do anything. I should’ve just talked to you about it, but I-I honestly thought leaving was the best choice for both of us. I realize now that it wasn’t the right choice,” you told him, scooting a bit closer as your hips slightly touched.

Your hands were in your lap as Luke looked down at you, taking a big risk and reaching over to grab your hand. He laced your fingers together, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you squeezed his hand. “Can you just tell me why? What your reason was? It’s been eating away at me for three months.”

“Well, the distance was one. I hated that you were gone most of the time, but I knew it was for what you loved and I was okay with it. Secondly, the cheating rumors. I know… I know you’d never cheat on me, but the pictures, th-they looked so real and I thought that I wasn’t good enough for you anymore. Lastly, your fans. They were great in the beginning, but I guess they shipped you more with Sierra than they did with me and they became hateful. Sending me threats and hate and it topped everything off. I-I had to do something,” you explained in more depth to him, your free hand fumbling with his fingers.

Luke sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you so much. I honestly don’t want anyone else in my life like you were. You were the one for me, you still are. I-I’ll say something to the fans, have you come with us on tour-,” he started listing off things and you briefly cut him off.

“Who’ll watch Piggy?” You asked, looking down at the bulldog-terrier who was sleeping in her bed.

“I’ll find someone. I don’t wanna be away from you anymore. I-I don’t wanna risk the chance of coming home for you not to be here again. Please… please come home. Come back to me,” Luke whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Of course I’ll come back. You’re my home, Luke. I’m sorry for leaving. If I could go back in time I’d change the way I handled it,” you mumbled, one of your hands resting on his chest. Luke pulled away from you, getting up as you curiously glanced at him, wondering what he was doing.

He picked you up bridal style, a small squeal leaving your lips as Luke carried you to the bedroom, Petunia following you. You hid your face in his neck, taking in his wonderful scent as you missed it so much.

Luke set you down on your side of the bed, moving some of your hair from our face before laying down beside you. His hands reached for your waist, pulling you closer as you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered as he combed his fingers through your hair.

You turned your head to look at him, leaning on your elbow before dipping down to press a kiss to his lips. Luke let out a small moan, his large hand resting on your cheek as he began kissing you back, missing the feeling of your lips against his.

Luke flipped you over, hovering over you as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers running through his curls as your heart fluttered. He pulled away, breathing heavily as you slowly opened your eyes.

“I’m glad I’m here too. I missed everything about you.”

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shogetsus · 5 years

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Stripes of Auburn, Eye of Sapphire

14. Masamune

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Summary: “Pah! What are peasants but tools for your lord! It’s my decision when and where your worthless lives end!” And somehow, the man makes it even worse.

The comment makes Masamune’s blood boil in indignation, the coil in his gut tightening, threatening to snap in any moment. However, he does his best to remain collected, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as a cold smile finds its way to his face.

“Well, there we go…” He says low, his fingers finding purchase on the handle of his sword as he turns to the daimyo, a certain craving within him dangerously close to clouding what’s left of his rational senses. ”Looks like you’re not fit to be a leader.”

Spoiler alert! - Masamune’s route.

Masamune

Their ride becomes much more amicable after Masamune manages to redirect the lass’ distress elsewhere, racing under the twilight sky and the sparkling stars, offering quite a memorable display for the two of them alike. Basking in the fact of being able to make Mai relax around him, he keeps a casual and easygoing chatter on the rest on their way north; the noticeable fresher air from the region reminding him of home.

For some reason, the farther they ride and closer they get to the intended destination, Masamune can’t help thinking more and more about his people up in Oshu, even more so as they pass through a couple of familiar roads he’d been wandering about with Kojuro and the rest twice or thrice in the past.

Could mother be still troubling her maids with more of her extravagant requests? Hopefully his cousin isn’t sleeping on the job just yet, and keeping a watchful eye on what remains of the construction of Aoba Castle as Masamune’s left it before departing to Azuchi. He better would be, although it’s been some weeks since I left. And Shigezane even has two eyes!

A delicate hand waving in front of his face prompts him out of his reverie. “Ah, good, you’re still here,” The Princess sighs in apparent relief, tucked in his arms, “For a moment I feared you might have dozed off and we’d be riding to the middle of nowhere,”

“Mmh, that doesn’t sound so bad, kitten,” It’s almost impossible for him not to tease her a little, with those feline amber eyes staring at him so curiously, “Weather’s certainly nice for a quick nap, and you look like you’d make a very pretty pillow…”

The lass gives him a blank stare, clearly trying to figure out whether he’s kidding or not. “I was just about to ask if you’re okay in the head for even considering sleeping atop a horse, of all places,” She snorts in disbelief, “But then I remembered you have a tiger for a pet, so…”

“Yeah, I know. I can’t help being too cool,” Masamune guffaws, leaning down and rubbing his face against her copper mane, turning a darker shade of red and brown where the faint light of the sunset doesn’t reach it. “But mmh, this is a very soft spot, it’s so tempting. Why don’t you wake me up when we get there?”

“Wha—? Masamune! Are you for real?”

The Princess’ face turns into a clear picture of utter panic, “Alright, alright, it was just a joke!” He opts on to take some mercy of her, “It’s a shame though, but we’re here already,”

The residence of daimyo Yoshitoshi comes clear to view, yet suspiciously there’s closer to no people around to meet them, the clattering of hooves the only source of noise. Not a single worker around. This man must be expecting us, for sure. His small troop lead by Kojuro is a shadow further past the twilight horizon, catching up not long after as expected, despite Masamune’s intense pace.

Hideyoshi and Ieyasu take some time, though, arriving with matching scowling faces. “Damn it, Masamune! I told you not to go off ahead on your own!”

He shoots an apologetic smile, not truly reaching his eye, “Hah, sorry, sorry, force of habit.”

“You’re so lying about being sorry.” Ieyasu rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance but doesn’t bother mentioning any further.

At his side, Mai seems to hesitate for a moment, “Um, don’t want to point out the obvious but, is this place supposed to look this… empty?” Concern narrows her face, appearing to shrink and sink further into the saddle.

The hairs at the back of Masamune’s head start to itch, watching Kojuro and his soldiers glance suspiciously at their surroundings, hands on their scabbards and ready for anything. Guarding the sides of his two associates, they all stop before the gate to the palatial residence.

“We’re not leaving this place until we get him to confess. Agreed?” Hideyoshi says firmly, waiting for the rest to agree before dismounting and making their way inside.

With some luck on their side, they manage to find an attendant, being led into a spacious hall where the daimyo in question appears to be awaiting them. The arrangements and decoration remarkably contrast the view outside, prompting a disapproving frown on Masamune.

The farms are empty, but the palace reeks of incense. This daimyo better has some good explanation for that…

Despite being in charge of the mission, he opts for Hideyoshi to do the talking for the moment. “Now tell us, Yoshitoshi, is what you wrote in this letter true? If this is all a misunderstanding, we can pack everything up and leave your place right now.”

To upscale their annoyance, the daimyo keeps his lips pursed tight. “We’ve got reports that you’re exploiting the populace by seizing their funds. What were you doing to do with all that money?” Ieyasu steps forward, face hard as stone, “Buy weapons for your revolt, maybe?”

And yet, Yoshitoshi remains stubbornly silent.

Masamune huffs, “This is taking forever. I say we kill him.” He puts on a deadly serious look as he goes for his sword.

His threatening jab appears to work, the daimyo immediately breaking his silence. “It’s all true! Everything I wrote in that letter is true!”

Hideyoshi curls his hands into fists, knuckles going white with indignation. “That’s a start. Now tell us, why have you betrayed our lord?” He snarls.

“I only swore to lord Nobunaga because I believed my true lord was dead! But Lord Shingen Takeda is still alive!”

A tense silence falls over the hall, the three warlords stammering in sheer surprise at the statement. Ieyasu’s hand goes for his kodachi in a clear act of reflex at the mere mention of the dreadful name of his rival, Masamune struggling to keep a straight face and Hideyoshi all but utterly failing to do so, going white as a ghost.

“Not just him, but Kenshin Uesugi as well. He’s been sheltering Lord Shingen.” Yoshitoshi continues, his words escaping him one after another, “I was loyal to him before Nobunaga! I’m simply siding with my proper side!”

Lost for any coherent sentence, Masamune first glances at Mai—most certainly the less stunned of them all; why is that?—before fixing his eye on Ieyasu; the more knowledgeable among the group regarding ominous rumors about the Takeda clan. One of his emerald green eyes twitches ever so slightly, gaze unfocused, appearing to ponder the severe implications of the daimyo’s confession.

“So it is true…” Doubt lingers in Ieyasu’s murmur, a hard frown narrowing his face.

“You may be shocked, naturally, but it’s the truth,” The daimyo insists on his version of the events, growing more confident for reasons unbeknownst to Masamune. “Perhaps it’s time you three reconsider where your loyalties lie. Nobunaga is weak! He’s no match for the two of them!”

Even with not facing them on the battlefield, Masamune’s no stranger to the battle prowesses of the Tiger of Kai and the Dragon of Echigo in the past, deeming the two of them among the fiercest rivals in the land. Regardless and despite Yoshitoshi’s claims, this isn’t particularly the first time they’ve heard said murmurs of Takeda or Uesugi coming back from hell, leaving it so far to one of many ghost stories, with little space for some credibility.

To some extent, Masamune genuinely wishes for those stories to be true—the mere thought of dueling such bold commanders stirring deep into his soul. On another hand, having two of Nobunaga’s opposers arising once more on such close regions to his homeland makes him grow concerned for Oshu’s current welfare.

Not long after, Hideyoshi’s composure comes to a dangerous breaking point, “… Are you satisfied with those being your parting words?” Standing up, his face is hard as iron, and Masamune struggles to recall the last time he’s seen him just about to burst in rage, “Because nothing else you will say matter when you’re executed in front of our lord for treason,”

“N-not if he and you are utterly crushed first!”

And then he whistles, signaling dozens of armed men and swarming in from every entrance, surrounding the room. The invigorating feeling previous to facing a challenge course through Masamune’s veins, pumping in anticipation as a lopsided grin narrows his face.

“Um, guys? I have a bad feeling about this.” Concern laces Mai’s voice, tucking herself closer between him and Ieyasu.

The small number of troops Masamune’s brought leaps to their feet and draw their own weapons, Kojuro showing himself at the front. It’s clear they’re outnumbered, yet no northerner would find that troubling in the slightest, blazing determination burning in each one of his men’s eyes—a fact Masamune takes sheer pride of.

“Nothing to worry about, lass,” He says casually, fingers itching on one of his katana.

She seems to find his words hardly reassuring, though. “Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, run?” She mumbles anxiously, low enough for only him to hear.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there’s no reason to run.” Flanked by three commanders and a fearless troop backing them up, Masamune doesn’t have any qualms for the Princess’ wellbeing, “But watch your head, though. Wouldn’t want it to go flying off your shoulders…”

Yoshitoshi comes to a stand, more poised after most likely considering himself at an advantage. “I’ve been told you would be coming here, so I prepared to deliver your heads to Lord Shingen as a gift.” The group of armed, angry soldiers inch toward them, threateningly closing in.

However, the evident hesitation plastered all over the daimyo’s men makes Masamune grow skeptical, his brows knitting into a frown. “You there! Yes, you,” He nods towards one of them, a lean and short young boy. “You’re cowering. Are you in this fight to win or not?” On his periphery, Hideyoshi shoots Masamune an alarmed glare, but he ignores him, “You’re holding your sword all wrong. You’ll die too fast that way. Is that what you want?”

The mention of death makes the boy alarmed, stammering. “W-who’d want to die for a man like Lord Yoshitoshi?” His voice quavers, sword visibly shaking in his hands, “I was forced to come here! He said I needed to fight for him or he’d take my land and kill my family!”

Several heads turn to the daimyo, all but demanding an explanation to such preposterous act. At Masamune’s side, the Princess’ face scrunches in sheer indignation. “He takes the whole rice crop too, leaving us with nothing to eat.” A taller enemy soldier follows, “He torments our women and children, and lets thieves steal whatever little we have left!”

“Y-yeah, some daimyo! You’re the worst!” Spits a third man.

Slowly yet consistently, more men rally up to protest, “We’re not going to give up our lives for you!” Concludes another soldier, inspiring almost half the group to join Masamune’s envoy and turn on Yoshitoshi; their swords noticeably steadier as they point at their Lord.

Mai snorts darkly at the sudden turn of events. “You guys should meet my father. Never underestimate a worker if you know what’s good for you…” She arches a brow, her lips curling into a sly smirk.

“Your father must be a very cool guy. I’m starting to like them as well…” Masamune agrees wholeheartedly.

Ieyasu can’t seem to hold his grumbling any longer. “You know you made it harder to pick out whom to fight, right? You just had to step in…”

Technically, he’s not wrong, but Masamune doesn’t feel apologetic in the slightest, just shrugging nonchalantly. “All I did was giving these guys a little nudge in the right direction.”

“Pah! What are peasants but tools for your lord!” Yoshitoshi glares at his subordinates, face scrunching in anger, “It’s my decision when and where your worthless lives end!” And somehow, the man makes it even worse.

He thinks his people are tools, huh? The comment makes Masamune’s blood boil in indignation, the coil in his gut tightening, threatening to snap in any moment. However, he does his best to remain collected, a dark chuckle leaving his lips as a cold smile finds its way to his face.

Through his periphery, Hideyoshi shoots him a dubious look, “Hey, Masamune—“ But whatever protest he’s about to voice doesn’t stop him from finally drawing his sword, leaving its sheath with the same familiar noise that makes his blood pump excitedly.

The Princess takes a precarious step back at his menacing stance, gladly so. “He’s just confessed to treason, right? And as he says, it’s one’s lord who determines whether you live or die. Those are his rules.” Masamune points out, “And we were told to take whatever measures we deem necessary.”

Truth is, he’s been wondering if they could talk their way out of a conflict in the first place, yet the daimyo has just made it quite clear how that wasn’t about to happen. If that pointless revolt would have been about protecting his people, Masamune would have no issues going easy on Yoshitoshi; but it’s preposterous to consider having an honorable fight with such a bastard, who only appears to be looking to satisfy his personal greed and ambition.

I’ve got no pity for a man like that.

And so, to make it precisely clear, he points his sword at Yoshitoshi’s head, ready to kill. “If you want to live, drop your weapons and go back to your farms now. As for everyone else, make one move and you die.”

The hall falls silent, Masamune’s threat sinking in; the only sound being from the lass as her breath hitches, stumbling upon Kojuro. Yet his single eye is utterly fixed on the daimyo before them.

“What are you doing!? Strike back!” Yoshitoshi’s frightened call has little effect.

“As much as I’d love to take you all on—and I would win, mind you—it’s time to choose a side,” Masamune grins in a challenging manner, taking a step forward, “We don’t have 500 years! Do you really want to die for this guy?”

“Don’t listen to him! Go get them!”

One man takes a hesitant swing and Masamune parries his weak blow, knocking his sword away with ease before his elbow connects with his head. “Follow Lord Masamune! Don’t fall behind!” Kojuro rallies the troops, not needing to glance at him to see the proud smile in his face.

“Y-yeah! Let’s do this!” A farmer appears to grow more confident, joining the Date soldiers and raising his sword.

Another soldier rushes to Masamune and he knocks him out just as easily as he did with his first partner, his brows knitting into a frown. Any unnecessary deaths on either side are going to cause resentment once this is over. The conscripted fight those who’re willing to serve Yoshitoshi, yet regardless, they’re all from the same land. He had created an untenable situation, not caring about the pain it caused.

Masamune focuses his eye on him. The best way to end this is to capture him quickly.

“Prepare yourself, Masamune Date!”

“Out of the way.” He growls menacingly, unwilling to budge. A taller man comes at him, and he could see he’s prepared to fight and die. He strikes him in the leg—a fast, effective way of incapacitating anyone—the warrior collapsing to the ground in pain. Stay right there and you’ll get out of this with no more than that.

One after another, enemies come at Masamune; Ieyasu and Hideyoshi stepping forward to assist in no time. However, after he manages to disarm and knock another man, he dares to throw a glance behind his shoulder, his breath hitching as concern courses through.

Where’s Mai?

Daimyo: Honorific for a Japanese feudal lord. Kodachi: Small or short tachi (sword).

A-N: To make it known, I'm kinda starting to diverge from strict canon at this point and adding some more depth to some other arcs I think it fits better this 'verse. It's not a huge deal to me, but thought of making it clear just in case. Either way, feel free to ask me about anything you may find confusing! :D

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godlikehyakuya · 6 years

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"Happy birthday, Mika."

Decided to transfer something that I wrote for Mika's birthday on Amino over to here. It gives me an excuse to post, I suppose. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading!

The day had just begun. The sun was rising and a certain squad were preparing a birthday surprise.

Meanwhile, Mika was spending his time relaxing, looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. The room he was staying in was fairly tidy in comparison to the humans he resided with. His room was also quite dull, devoid of any decoration or colour. Mika saw no point in decorating something that he viewed as mediocre.

Several books were scattered across the room. In his spare time, Mika enjoyed reading. It offered escapism which he enjoyed from time to time.

In the center of this room was a bed which failed to fulfill its purpose. After all, vampires didn’t exactly need sleep like humans did.

His room was a place where he preferred to be alone.

It was a space where his thoughts could cloud his mind, where he could forget about everything else. The blond would often spend his time thinking deeply about things that troubled him.

His train of thought paused. Mika felt distracted by something, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

He felt like he had forgotten something important.

Getting to his feet, Mika decided to go for a walk to clear his thoughts. But as he reached for the door handle, someone knocked on his door. The door swung open, causing him to step back in surprise.

“Oh, here you are, Mika!”

The blond released a sigh of relief. It was just Yu.

“Why are you up this early? You should be sleeping.” Mika enquired, concerned for his family member.

Instead of giving a reply, Yu simply stepped forward, his arms held behind his back. In response, Mika raised a brow, confused.

“Are you hiding something?” He asked, trying to figure out what exactly Yu was hiding.

“Say, Mika.” Yu spoke, refusing to let Mika see what he was hiding behind his back. “What day is it today?”

That question confused Mika slightly. Had Yu’s idiocy led him to forget the date? No, that couldn’t have been the case. “It’s.. May 1st.” He replied after a moment of thought. “Why do you need to know the date?”

With a grin plastered on his face, Yu nodded his head with confidence. “And so..?”

“It’s a Tuesday?”

Mika was completely oblivious. He had forgotten that today was his birthday. Birthdays had lost their appeal since he became a vampire, so after a while, he had just simply forgotten.

“Yes, it’s a Tuesday! But it’s also your birthday!” Yu exclaimed.

“What?” Mika looked genuinely confused by this, staring down at the floor for a brief moment. “It is? I must have forgotten about it…” He was thankful that he’d been reminded of this event, otherwise he would’ve treated it just like any other day.

Without hesitation, Yu stepped forward and revealed the item he was hiding. It was a birthday card. He passed it to Mika, who took the card and stared at it in shock for a few seconds. “The others are busy preparing something for you, so I decided to give you this card!” The ravenette beamed, seemingly proud of having this responsibility.

After taking everything in, Mika slowly opened the card. Inside were several messages written in varying styles of handwriting. Some messages were more comprehensible than others. Yu had asked, or rather demanded, every member of the squad to write a message for Mika’s birthday.

Everything was silent as Mika took his time to read through the messages. This wasn’t something he would rush through. He then asked, “Is this a birthday card?”

“You bet it is!” Yu replied. “Have you read what I wrote yet?”

Mika attempted to pinpoint where exactly Yu’s message was on the card. At the very top of the card was a neatly written message with a small but cute drawing at the end, clearly written by the squad leader herself: Shinoa. It read, “Happy birthday, Mikaela! I hope you have a fang-tastic day!” This was followed by the drawing, which resembled Shinoa holding a birthday cake.

That ridiculous vampire pun did not go unnoticed as a chuckle could be heard from Mika.

Moving on to the next message, it read: “Happy birthday! Didn’t want to wake up this early but since it’s your birthday, I’ll make an exception!” The message wasn’t as neat as Shinoa’s, but it was understandable at least. Mitsuba had signed her name underneath the message to indicate that it was hers.

With each message he read through, Mika became more and more surprised at what he was reading. Even though Yu had probably told them to write these, that didn’t change the fact that they cared enough about him to convey it in their writing.

The squad caring about him invoked a feeling of belonging that he wouldn’t admit to outright.

Reaching the end of the card, Mika struggled to read the final message. Closing the card and placing it down, Mika broke the silence. “Yu. Did you write that final message?”

The boy grinned, like having the last message was some sort of achievement. “Yeah! Did you like what I wrote?”

Mika glanced over at the card, thinking, before turning his attention back to Yu. “I’ll be honest, Yu. I couldn’t understand a word of what you wrote.” Although Yu had most likely put the most effort into what he had written, it was still difficult to read.

“Huh? You’re lying.”

In response, the ravenette picked up the card and opened it, pointing at the message he had written. If it could even be considered a message in the first place. “Look harder, Mika!” He exclaimed, certain that somehow the blond vampire could read his illegible handwriting.

Mika sighed and leaned in closer to the card, so his face was almost touching the paper. “Nope, sorry. I can’t make sense of it.”

Irritated, Yu threw the card aside and crossed his arms, like a child throwing a tantrum. “Wow, fine. I guess the vampire with amazing vision is suddenly blind.”

“My vision is perfectly fine.” He insisted. “What isn’t fine is your writing, Yu. Did you write this blindfolded?”

“No! Nevermind that. What I wrote was: ‘Happy birthday, Mika! You’re going to get all the appreciation today, from me and everyone-”

Yu’s words were cut off by the sound of a knock on the door. “Oh, they must have finished!” He spoke, moving away from the door so it could open without hitting him by accident. Mika was curious. What exactly had been finished.

Shinoa and Mitsuba came into the room first, the two of them holding a beautifully decorated cake, but it also appeared to be quite heavy. Behind them was Kimizuki, Yoichi and Narumi, who looked concerned for one of the girls falling over and the cake meeting its doom. “I warned you both that the cake would be friends with the floor if you’re not careful.” Narumi commented.

The two girls finally placed the cake down, not wanting to risk dropping it. Shinoa smirked and began to prepare a slice of the cake for herself, making the slice as large as possible. “Since Mitsu and I carried the cake, we get to taste test it~” She gestured for Mitsuba to come over, but the blonde refused. “Aw, that’s a shame. More cake for me then!”

Mitsuba groaned, “I don’t understand it! How is carrying a weapon easier than a cake?” The blonde sat down and gazed at the cake. Mitsuba wanted to take a slice of it now, but patience was important.

“Happy birthday, Mikaela!” Everyone called out in unison.

Those words were such a surprise to Mika. He blinked, struggling to process everything that was happening. The card was surprising enough, but this had topped it for him. “I don’t know what to say,” were the only words he could muster.

Shinoa simply grinned and turned her attention to Mika, who was still staring at the cake like it was a new discovery to him. “Birthday boy.”

“Yes? I mean.. um-” Feeling awkward in this current situation, the blond struggled to give a coherent response. He took a few moments to regain his composure before speaking again. “You all know I can’t eat cake. Why bother making one?”

Yoichi entered the room and sat down in one of the vacant seats, followed by Kimizuki and Narumi. Mika opened his mouth to protest, but he decided against it. The birthday boy had no power in this situation.

“Even if you’re a vampire.. you’re our family too, Mikaela. So you deserve a regular birthday!” Yoichi explained.

“This idiot just wanted cake.” Kimizuki added, gesturing to Yu.

The ravenette immediately became defensive. “I didn’t want any in the first place!”

Shinoa smirked. “And you’re not getting any. This cake is all mine~” She teased, which got several glares from the rest of the squad.

Mika cleared his throat before speaking. “It feels odd to say this, but thank you. Thank you for the card. Your messages were all.. nice.” Mika felt odd complimenting them like this, but he couldn’t lie about the way he felt. He couldn’t even stop a smile from forming on his face.

That smile quickly faded, however. The young vampire stood up and moved towards the birthday cake with a devilish expression on his face.

“Now.. get out of my room before this cake becomes best friends with your faces.”

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #mikaela hyakuya #kinda nervous about posting on here but #i kinda left the need to

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mushroomfen · 7 years

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Emergency Contact- Fenders

So I finally wrote some Fenders~ the glowy children are all that's on my mind lately and I needed to get it out in a little modern AU. I will definitely be writing more of these two! ~

“Bloody hell-” The barely coherent grumble came from the mass of blankets on the bed. He couldn’t have been asleep for more the two hours after coming home at 4am, and already his phone was ringing. A mass of blonde hair that fell out of his bun when he collapsed into the bed now hung in his face as he emerged, squinting at the dawn light filtering in through the curtained window, “Who the hell is calling me at this hour?”

Grabbing the phone, Anders recognizes the number as the hospital, and he immediately frowns, assuming he was going to get called in to cover for a shift. He tries to make his voice professional and chipper, but the grogginess was obvious when he answered after the chirp that told him the line was connected, “Hello?”

The frown deepens immensely when the voice on the other line was most definitely not his boss. It was one of the ER nurses who doubled as a receptionist, and she sounded too formal, too… wary for his liking, “Oh, it’s you Anders… I um, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.”

“What do you mean Merrill?” Anders practically whispers, gut churning with dread already, “What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry Anders, but it’s... it’s Fenris. He’s been in an accident-” Anders' heart sank the second he heard that name, but before Merrill could finish he was shooting out of bed again and cutting her off.

“What happened? How bad? What are his vitals? What’re his injuries? Where is he?” He was shooting questions faster than the flustered nurse could even dream of answering, and Anders knew it, but he couldn’t help himself, “Just-I’m on my way.”

“Anders wai-” Merrill was cut off by the click that ended the call and Anders hastily shoving the phone in his pocket. He’s pulling on the sweatshirt he grabbed, shivering on the short walk to his car in the snow. He was still in his scrubs, and as much as he loved those things, they did not insulate well, and the sweatshirt was in no way a winter coat.

“Fucking asshole-fucking getting in to an accident-fucking making me worry-” Anders was spewing a litany of curses that would shame even Isabela as he got into his car and drove off, speeding as much as he dared to get back to the hospital.

Hawke’s cheerful, albeit half yawned, greeting when Anders bumbled into the ER waiting room came grinding to a halt when he saw Anders’ frantic and worried eyes. The blonde went straight up to the double doors, grabbing the nurse that came out to show his ID and then practically beg to know where Fenris was.

“U-um Sir, I’m not sure-” The nurse tries to squeak out, recognizing a worried family member before a nurse.

“Anders, my name is Anders, just-Listen, I work here, I’m a nurse, I need to know where Fenris is.” He tries again, a bit more composed but still desperate.

“I’m sorry Anders but I don’t know.” The nurse tries again, gently placing their hands on his arms to try and calm him down.

“He has white hair, green eyes, about five-ten, with white tattoos all over his arms, hands, neck and chest, I /need/ to know.” Anders whispers, voice close to breaking, and he sees the flash of recognition in the other’s eyes, “At least tell me how bad he looked.”

“I, someone with short white hair came in on a stretcher… I couldn’t really tell much but from what I could see, he had some bandages around his head and on his cheek, and one of his legs was elevated. He was covered by a sheet though, so I don’t know what else.”

Anders could only nod as dread filled his chest, “Where was he taken? Into surgery?”

“Ah, I believe so, they didn’t seem very frantic though so I can only assume it wasn’t life threatening-listen Anders, how about you come with me and sit for a bit okay? There’s nothing you can do right now-holy hell you’re freezing, go sit down and I’ll get you a blanket-”

“It’s alright, I’ll take it from here.” Hawke’s deep voice came up from behind Anders, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him back into his warm chest, “Go back to work, I know him, it’s okay.” Hawke murmurs reassuringly, and the nurse rushes off, “What’s wrong Anders?”

“It’s Fenris, he’s been in an accident.” Anders rushes out, letting Hawke lead him to a chair and then grab his own coat from behind the receptionist desk to wrap Anders in it.

“Well I checked, and he is in surgery, but just as the nurse said, it’s not life threatening.” Hawke murmurs as he takes the seat beside the blonde, “But, I also checked and noticed you only just got off your eighteen-hour shift three hours ago, you need sleep.”

“But what if-” Anders tries to argue, only to get cut off by Hawke shaking his head.

“No buts, your worrying isn’t going to do anyone any good. I’ll let you know the second he gets out and the second you can go in to see him, but right now you need to sleep.”

“Anders!” The high-pitched squeak announces Merrill’s arrival in the room, and she scurries over quickly to him, “You came-”

“How is he?!” Anders snaps instantly, worry flaring once again only to get a small smile from Merrill.

“Fenris will be just fine Anders, you do not need to worry.”

“But what are his injuries?! What happened?!” Anders tries again, hating how everyone was just skirting around the questions, “I need to know!”

“Anders,” Hawke murmurs quietly, resting his arm over his shoulders again, “He’ll be fine, Fenris is tough.”

“His car got T-boned in an intersection, and he has some serious injuries, but nothing life threatening, Anders. He’ll be fine.” Merrill chips in, her voice much quieter until Hawke shoos her away to get back to work. Anders was silenced at her words though, mind flooded with what could’ve happened, what he could find when he sees Fenris, what Fenris will do when he finds Anders there...

“-ders… Anders!” Jerking back into reality at Hawke shaking his shoulders, he turns his haunted look into Hawke’s calm brown gaze, “Calm down, he’ll be okay. You need to sleep.”

“I’m not sure if I can.” Anders finally relents, and Hawke tuts quietly.

“At least try, close your eyes, lay down, and relax. I’ll wake you when I have any news.”

“Anders, hey, hey Anders.” Groaning softly, the blonde opens his eyes and blearily rubs at one of them. He’s in confused bliss for a moment before everything comes crashing down again and he remembers, sitting bolt upright again, “He’s out of surgery.”

Hawke’s words make Anders scramble to his feet, grabbing his arm and stabilizing himself, “Take me, I need to see him, bring me to his room, please.”

“It’s alright Anders, I’ll take you. He’s still asleep now but the anesthesia should wear off soon.”

“That’s fine, just please let me see him.” Anders is begging again at this point, and without another word, Hawke leads him through the doors and through the maze of halls until he stops just outside the door.

“Merill is in with him now, but she’ll move on soon. We won’t have to have another nurse in here if you’re there, hmm?” With that, and with a small knowing smile, Hawke opens the door to the room.

Stumbling forward, Anders quickly finds himself at Fenris’ bedside, his white hair a mess and slightly stained with blood, bandaging wrapped around his forehead with red pooled at his left temple. There's bandaging down his right cheek, jaw, and neck as well, which Merrill supplies that it was from the driver’s window shattering and the glass dealing minor cuts to his face. Fenris’ chest was covered by the blanket, but Merrill assured him that there was only the bruising of the seatbelt there. The main thing though, the reason he was in the surgery room, was that his left leg had a shattered fibula and broken tibia. They had to set both bones, and Fenris now had a massive white cast from his toes up to just under his knee.

“I told you, he’s tough.” Merrill murmurs as she pats Anders’ shoulder, “I’ll leave you be with him then, but, take it easy on him when he wakes up. It’s only been a month.” Merrill smiles sadly, but knowingly, and slips out the door.

With a quiet sigh, Anders maneuvers his way to sit in the chair by the bed, set at ease by the steady beep that told him Fenris’ heart was still beating strong and steady. It’s okay, he’s okay, he’s safe… Anders’ body shudders as he lets himself relax finally, and he slips a hand delicately into Fenris’, lacing their fingers together. Frowning when he feels the coldness of metal, he looks down and finds the slim ring still firmly fastened around Fenris’ pinkie.

“You kept it…” He murmurs quietly, smiling in awe down at the simple little band. Anders almost expected Fenris to at least take it off, if not get rid of it completely after what happened. Anders’ other hand comes up, rubbing his thumb over the small band carefully, still smiling down at it.

“Of course I did…” The quiet, groggy, but deep voice makes Anders startle and look up, blinking owlishly up at Fenris. His eyes were only cracked open ever so slightly, “Anders? Is that you?” Anders can only stay silent as Fenris opens his eyes completely, answering his own question as he takes in Anders’ disheveled appearance, “You came…”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Anders whispers, hearing his voice crack slightly with emotion when he hears how surprised Fenris seemed that he would in fact come.

“I just… After what happened, no…” Fenris sighs quietly, and he looks down, and Anders watches as his eyes widen on their entwined hands, “I guess… I expected you to never want to see me again… after what I did to you.”

“Oh, Fen…” Anders whines quietly, squeezing the other’s hand tightly in his own, “I could never just abandon you… I… no…”

“But I hurt you.” Fenris murmurs, turning to look at him and seemingly waking up fully and becoming more coherent, “I… I said horrible things, I ran from you… how could you ever forgive me?”

“Because I still love you Fenris.” Anders blurts, then blinks and ducks his head, biting his lip as he feels his chin tremble, “I got the call and I came immediately, I had to make sure you were alright.”

“You got the call? What do you mean?” Fenris murmurs in confusion, “I never called you…”

“You must’ve kept me as your emergency contact… I got the call from the hospital.” Anders murmurs quietly, still keeping his eyes down and away.

“Good.” Furrowing his brows, Anders could’ve sworn he heard that wrong, but then he feels Fenris’ hand tighten in his, and then turns to watch as his hand is brought up to Fenris’ lips and kissed gently, “If I were to wake up to anyone after an accident, I’m more than happy it was you.”

“But you, you said you-”

“No,” Fenris quiets his babbling with a shake of his head, “I was scared, and it is no excuse, but what I did and what I said to you was wrong, and I will not ask your forgiveness as I do not deserve it. But just know…” he pauses again and kisses Anders’s knuckles, “Just know that I was only scared of commitment, I was scared that you didn’t love me… Selfish I know, but I felt that it was best if I left… I know now that it was wrong and I would do anything to take back what I said and how I hurt you.”

“Fenris… what are you saying?” Anders whispers, unable to stop the gentle tears that he hastily wipes away with his free hand.

“I’m saying I was wrong, I’m saying that I love you, and I’m saying that for the past month my life has been hell and…” He pauses again, sighs, and reaches out to wipe a tear from Anders’ cheek, “Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you.”

Anders couldn’t help it any longer, too much emotion pent up and after hearing that, after the past month of loneliness, after the overwhelming worry and then relief, he couldn’t hold it back. In the next instant, he was on his feet, moving closer and laying a gentle hand on Fenris’ good cheek. Leaning down, he kisses him, soft and sweet, a silent promise of forgiveness.

“Does this mean...?” Fenris rumbles quietly against Anders’ lips, voice filled with hope.

“It means that I will be yours again, if you will have me.” Anders whispers breathlessly, leaning back to gently press his forehead to the other’s.

“Then I am yours.” Fenris murmurs, reaching up to pull Anders back down for another kiss.

In the doorway of the room, Hawke stands with a beaming smile, hand pressed over Merrill’s mouth to muffle her squeal.

#fenders #dragon age #dragon age 2 #fenris #anders #fenrisxanders

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