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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 13 – A Helping Hand

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: A little Angst, I guess. Slight Fluff and Comfort.

Author's Comment:

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Okay, I know that the clones have been provided with an acceleration of aging. But! I just imagine that as soon as they are no longer treated, fed, etc. by the Kaminoans, the effect wears off. That means our boys age normally, as a human being should. In other words, they're not old men in this fic, just a few years older than they were at the time of Order 66. And even though I'm crossing timelines here, I don't really care. If any of you are itching, I'll gladly scratch your back, but Crosshair and co are not old men in my fic. Sue me :P -------

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

In artificial gravity, the pain seemed even worse and you kept drifting in and out of a kind of unconsciousness that your body was trying to force on you. Rex carried you very carefully, yet every step while he carried you was like someone trying to break the ribs out of your body.

Whining softly, you bit your lower lip to keep from being too loud. You didn't want to seem snivelly.

"It's okay ad'ika, I know how painful broken ribs are," he said quietly, laying you down very carefully on his bunk in his little converted gunship.

"I wish Kix was here," he spoke softly, more to himself than to you.

Dazed with pain, you asked, "Who is Kix?"

Rex smiled sadly as he answered, "One of my brothers, he was a medic."

You wanted to ask him more questions about this, but you needed your concentration at the moment to keep from screaming as he carefully cut you out of the suit. He couldn't take the suit into consideration and he couldn't take it off you normally without torturing you, so he cut the thing open without further ado.

He had already taken the helmet off of you. Rex cut the suit with a knife he was carrying from your collar to your crotch carefully so as not to hurt you and folded the material aside like a pelt. Carefully he reached for your shirt and pushed it up a bit.

The right side of your rib cage was already turning dark blue.

"That looks bad"

"We can treat that later, we need to get the boys out of here or they'll run out of oxygen," you said seriously.

"But-"

"Rex" you looked at him pleadingly "Please. That's the only reason I was out there in the first place. We need to save your brothers, there's probably not much you can do for me right now anyway."

Rex sighed, but nodded. He gave you another painkiller before hurrying into the cockpit.

As the painkiller began to take effect, you fell asleep, for the moment finally largely relieved of the pain, at least temporarily. You were with Rex, you knew you were safe, you could rely on him.

You heard voices talking softly to each other as you slowly regained consciousness. You opened your eyes and saw Crosshair sitting next to you. He was holding your hand and looking at you with concern.

"Hey, Kitten, how are you feeling?"

It took a brief moment before you could speak.

"Broken, but alive," you said softly.

He sighed, more or less relieved.

"For a moment I thought I had lost you when you were suddenly torn from my sight. I saw the wreckage coming too late, tangled with your line," he spoke, lowering his gaze.

You gently squeezed his hand that was holding yours and said, "It wasn't your fault."

Hunter and Rex appeared in your field of vision.

"Thank God" you said so relieved that you almost cried when you saw Hunter "So you made it".

The sergeant nodded.

"A civilian freighter was kind enough to pick us up and take us to Bespin, where we are for the moment."

You looked around and only now really realized that you seemed to be in a well-lit sickbay.

"We had a little help from someone who was supplied by said freighter" Rex noted.

"Thanks Rex, none of us could have done it without you," you said with a smile.

Rex was about to wave you off with a smile when Tech said from the background, "Theoretically, Crosshair could have made it, but he would have dragged your dead body through space with him, and in the event of an atmospheric entry, you would have burned up and burnt to dust."

You frowned.

"Even if I didn't know that voice, I would know immediately who made that macabre remark" you said dryly.

"Sorry," he said meekly.

Crosshair, stroked your hair gently, he still looked worried, what had happened seemed to have affected him more than you had thought. He must have really thought he was going to lose you, you'd never seen him like that, at least not when others were around.

"So who helped us?" you asked, trying to sit up.

Crosshair gently but firmly pushed you back onto the pillow.

"Lie still Kitten, your treatment isn't over yet".

"I did that," you heard the answer to your question.

Hunter and Rex took a step to the side and a young man came into your field of vision. His skin was dark as chocolate, his clothes looked expensive and classy. He had a winning, mischievous smile on his lips and a saucy glint in his eye.

"Lando Calrissian, always at your service, lovely lady".

You could see Crosshair biting his tongue, this man had saved your life and his brothers, which was the only reason he didn't give in to his jealousy when Lando cheekily took your hand from his to give you a kiss on the hand.

With a surprised blink you introduced yourself "Y/N, very pleased to make your acquaintance. We are very grateful for your help."

He waved you off and said, "It's nothing".

Lando escorted you and Crosshair to another room in the infirmary where you would spend the next two days mainly in a bacta tank to heal the broken ribs. You had been changed by the sickbay staff earlier, for the tank. A medical droid helped you into the tank while Crosshair watched with wary eyes.

Lando who was standing next to him and saw how tense he seemed to be said, "She is in good hands and safe here my friend, if you wish you can join your brothers and help them with the repairs."

Tech and Echo were in a private hangar owned by Lando, they were trying to get the Marauder up to shape again in there.

"Tech and Echo got this covered, I'm staying here".

Lando raised a brow and finally asked, "Are you two um... together?"

Crosshair growled, "My name is Crosshair, like my tattoo and the necklace Y/N wears around her neck. Take a wild guess."

Lando chuckled unperturbed.

"That you have feelings for her I could tell right away, I just wasn't sure if you were really a couple".

"We are," Crosshair returned curtly.

He sighed and said, "Thank you for treating her here, she was in a lot of pain".

Lando nodded and said quietly, "It's hard to see the ones we love suffer pain."

Crosshair nodded, and saw you lying in the tank, your eyes were closed, probably you were still tired from the painkillers he thought. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to the tank, crossing his arms in front of his chest and letting his eyes roam the room as if he were the gatekeeper of your bacta tank.

Lando smiled and said, "Let me know if you need anything," and left the infirmary.

Hunter, Rex and Wrecker were off with Rex's ship to get spare parts while Tech and Echo took another look at the damage and started fixing the things that could be fixed without spare parts.

The Marauder looked bad, in fact it had never looked that bad before and it hurt Tech's soul to see it like that.

This ship was more than just a ship, it was practically his home, his refuge, a weapon and an escape vehicle. It was so much more than the naked eye could see. To each of them, but especially to Tech, the Marauder was practically part of the family.

Echo said thoughtfully, "I still don't understand what happened. The connection between the two ships should not have broken, everything was maintained and connected correctly, I'm sure of it."

Tech nodded slowly and replied, "Actually, I was sure of that too. But it did indeed tear open, however I wonder why. The material was fine, no signs of exhaustion, neither technical nor human failure makes sense. Y/N didn't try to disconnect while we were in hyperspace, she wouldn't do something that stupid."

Echo shrugged uncertainly and interjected, "Ever thought of Crosshair?"

Tech looked at him critically.

"Crosshair may be a lot of things, but he's not a saboteur. Besides, he would never put himself or Y/N in danger. Did you see how upset he was when he saw her so motionless and badly injured?"

Echo nodded.

"I know," he said quietly " I have to say I'm surprised at how open he is with her. Usually Crosshair was very closed off. But the thought just came up anyway"

Tech sighed. He knew that the past with Crosshair would stay in their memory for a long time, but he was sure, Crosshair would never put you in danger like that.

He picked up his scanner to do another analysis, this time an even more thorough one, and looked intently at the data that was gradually appearing on the display.

"This doesn't look good," Tech said suddenly, very seriously.

He pored over an evaluation of his scanner, vigorously and thoughtfully adjusting his goggles. What he had just found was troubling, to say the least.

"What exactly do you mean?" asked Echo who was in the process of fixing a cable connection for him.

Tech held out his scanner to him with a somber look and said, "I found traces of purposefully placed explosives in the damage scan. The accident we had was notan accident."

Echo looked up from the scanner into his brother's face.

"But who would sabotage us in this way?"

Tech sighed, "I don't know, we've made a few enemies over the years that probably wouldn't back down from something like that. But I honestly can't tell you who specifically that might have done."

Echo said seriously, "We should let Crosshair know right away, maybe whoever did this followed us."

Tech nodded.

"I'll go to Crosshair and you send a message to Hunter".

"I'm sure he won't get it right away, probably on the way back" Echo noted.

Tech said seriously, "Let's hope that by then it might not be too late."

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 𝟙𝟛]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, breeding kink, sir!kink, pet play(kitten), v small amt of anal play, dirty talk!!! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 𝟙𝟛TH! 😗💕 Here we are with ch 13 on Friday the 13th, I didn't even realize it but man my ✨brain✨just planned that out so perfectly LOL 💕 I just wanna apologize for any grammatic/spelling errors in this one and it’s a bit shorter... I tried to proofread this all day but I'm also watching unus annus’s livestream at the same time and my peabrain cannot multitask but I TRIED!! let it be known 😩😭 Anyway, I hope ya’ll have a great weekend, stay hydrated and safe! Enjoy~! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - ?

alphagyu97: oh fuck oh fuck

alphagyu97 has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx: oh??? Cute lil kitten ears????

A moan floats past your lips as you sit in Seungcheol’s lap; his cock already snug inside of you before you’d even turned the camera on. “Ah, ye--yeah, we thought we’d, mmh, try--try something n-new…”

Seungcheol smirks although neither you nor the camera catch it as he holds you still. Much like before, he’d started working you up before you got on camera and this time he’d asked you to sink down onto his cock and wait patiently until it was time to begin; neither of you saying a word or moving an inch as he peppered kisses along your shoulders and neck. “Why don’t you show them your cute ‘lil tail, kitten? It’s getting squished between our bodies...”

universe_WZ: yes yes yes

tangerine_kwan: show us your cute tail princess

therealchan99: thank u for the pics btw i scream abt them every 30 minutes

therealchan99 has donated $50

You reach a shaky hand behind your back for the fluffy material as you show it off to the camera to the best of your ability; making sure to not move it around too much or else you knew you’d cum too soon. “I, ah, it’s--it’s keeping me s-so full…” He makes you answer a few more comments as you sit on his cock; blunt nails digging into the skin of your waist when he feels you trying to get him to move.

artist8hao: so so so pretty baby

kitty_junjun: cute little kitty

kitty_junjun: should come and play sometime ;)

xcaliburDK has donated $75

The way Seungcheol has you in his lap is a little uncomfortable for you and he quickly takes notice of the way you start to squirm more and more with each comment or question you reply to. “Kitten, it looks like you hit your donation minimum already. Should we start?” He coos.

You can only nod in return as you squint your eyes to check the laptop screen to see how you were doing. “Ngh, p-please… I--I’m so f-full I can’t wait any l-longer…” Whining, you clench around his cock and the toy as he chuckles lightly behind you. He’d purposely asked if the two of you could sit further back on the bed and further from the camera and laptop and you’d raised an eyebrow but agreed.

“Sorry, the angle’s not going to be very good for this but you’ll understand why.” Seungcheol comments.

The laptop screen is full of questioning comments and donations that beg Seungcheol to hurry up and fuck you.

His grip on your waist tightens a little before he’s slowly lifting you off of his cock and you let out a disappointed noise when he’s completely pulled out. “Nooo~ I w-want--”

“Ah, ah, I know what you want, kitten. But you need to get on your hands and knees for me. Facing the camera.”

Oooh, that’s why he wanted space.

You nod frantically as you easily get comfortable on your hands and knees in front of the camera and laptop; fluffy tail resting against your spine as the bell on your collar jingles.

alphagyu97: oh god please breed her

angelhan: yes god please

Seungcheol kneels behind you; already easing his cock back into your tight pussy as you mewl straight into the camera. “Our cute little kitten is already squeezing my cock so tight…”

You feel his fingertips on your skin before he’s reaching for the fluffy tail and he gives it a small tug as you whine and whimper in return.

“No, no pl--please, sir, I’ll cum if, ah, you p-play with my--my tail!”

Your eyes clamp shut just as Seungcheol starts to play with the anal plug; tugging on it and moving it slightly in order to get you to squirm a little more before he gives you want you wanted. He smirks at your back as he hears the sound of donations and comments flooding the screen in rapid succession.

“Oh? But they seem to like when I play with you like this.” You clench around Seungcheol and the toy, small cries on your lips when your sensitive body already wants to give in to the pleasure. “So fuckin’ pretty with your cute tail and ears and your pretty ‘lil collar on.”

chwenon: shes gonna cum so fast lol

gentleman_josh95: i kno, u can already tell she wants to

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $50

sleepy_wonu: look at her cute fuckin face while she tries to not cum haha

Seungcheol draws his hips back slightly before slowly thrusting into you from behind; fingertips still playing with the tail as he moves it around in tandem with his slow thrusts. “Oh kitten, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me, baby~” You can only moan back in response as you resist the urge to meet his slow movements with your own, much quicker ones.

“Ah, s-sir, please…”

tangerine_kwan: so cute when she's whiningggg

angelhan: dont give into her so easily~ make her work for it ;)

kitty_junjun: aww but shes so cute like this

Your fingertips dig into the bed sheets and you peel your eyes open as you attempt to read off the comments flying across the screen. “Mmh, ‘m so full… and sir won’t s-stop playing, ah, with my--my tail…” You can see Seungcheol’s form behind you on the screen, hips slowly moving as he plays with the tail.

You slowly find yourself moving with him and meeting his thrusts; chasing your pleasure as Seungcheol seemingly takes his time.

“Ngh, s-sir, can I c-cum?”

Seungcheol grins at your back, suddenly picking up the pace as he finally leaves the anal plug alone. “I don’t know, can you? Why don’t you ask them?” You blink your hazy eyes at the camera before flitting towards the comments section of your camshow.

“P-please tell s-sir to, mmh, let m-me cum…” You beg; unintentionally sending the comments section and donations into a flurry of yes’s and no’s.

artist8hao: let her cum but dont let it be the only time

alphagyu97: aww princess dont forget he still needs to breed your cute lil cunt

universe_WZ: she can cum but she still needs to be a good girl and let sir get what he wants

“Mmh, of--of course I, ah, w-want sir to b-breed my pussy… I, hah, want his--his cum i-inside of m-me…” You start working your hips back as you meet Seungcheol’s pace that speeds up at your words and the two of you fall into a rhythm as he works to get you off first. His hands grip your waist as he angles his thrusts to tap your g-spot and you mewl and whine in response; careful to not accidentally call Seungcheol’s name in the midst of the moment.

“Fuh--fuck, sir, ‘m g-gonna cum… please…”

“Cum whenever you want, kitten.”

You nod shakily; head falling forward as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure.

Your eyes flutter shut as various thoughts flood your mind. The main one being how seamlessly Seungcheol fit into your camshows and how much easier it was to film with him than you ever anticipated. The two of you easily forgot that the camera was even rolling most of the time, whether it was live or pre-recorded for your channel and now that he was always with you, it was hard to imagine filming without him.

“Ah, kitten, your cute ‘lil cunt is, ah, sucking me in deeper… You must really want my cum, huh?”

His words bring you out of your thoughts as you bite your lip. “Mmhmm, I w-want sir to c-cum, hah, inside my p-pussy and b-breed me… wanna be, ngh, filled with your---your cum…”

“Why don’t we cum together then, hmm? Bet you wanna feel my cock throbbing in your cute ‘lil cunt, huh, kitten?”

The warmth blooms inside of you as you nod; cheeks hot as you peer straight into the camera. You readjust slightly, the bell on your collar tinkling as the set of cat ears on your head slip slightly. “Y-yes, sir… Please cum w-with me…”

Seungcheol doubles his pace and you quickly feel one of his hands leaving your body as he wraps his hand around the fluffy tail again. He starts to move it around again, slightly tugging on it as you cry out. “Ah, s-sir!”

chwenon has donated $75

angelhan has donated $50

universe_WZ has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $75

“Fuh--fuck, sir, please! P-please breed me, please, ah, c-cum inside m-my little cunt and--and fill m-me up with your c-cum!”

Tears blur your vision as you’re quickly thrown over the edge and into an orgasm; ears ringing when your entire body goes rigid. Seungcheol finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your walls flutter around his cock and he soon finds himself cumming with you too; cock throbbing as he unloads all of him cum inside you. “Oh, fuck, kitten…” He moans; eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets the pleasure wash over himself as well.

The sound of donations and comments drown out your soft cries and Seungcheol’s deep groans and you’re almost positive that you’d made at least a couple thousand off of tonight’s show.

alphagyu97: holy shit look at her face, fuck

kitty_junjun: is she crying?

hoshi_tiger_xx: damn, shes so drunk on cock shes crying

therealchan99: aww poor kitten~

You let out a stuttered breath as your body starts to relax; soft sniffles following right after. “Ngh… sir…”

Seungcheol smiles softly when he hears the way your voice trembles and he’s gentle to slide his cock from inside your cunt; groaning when his cum immediately drips down onto the sheets from how much he’d cum inside you.

“Ah, kitten, what a waste. How am I supposed to breed your ‘lil cunt if you’re letting my cum spill out of you already?”

You lick your lips and despite the tiredness, a new wave of arousal pours over your body at the thought of Seungcheol cumming inside of you a second time. You shake your hips; foggy eyes staring straight into the camera.

“You’re just going to, ah, cum inside me again… and let e-everyone watch...”

The next morning, Seungcheol drives you over to the diner to start your first real day at work and you feel downright nervous once the car stops. You’d gotten so used to camming and being alone that this new foray into normalcy was making you think twice, even just momentarily.

“You gonna be okay?” He turns to you, concern obvious on his face when your eyes meet his. “I can always take you straight home or take you back to the roller rink with me if you d--”

“No! No, I wanna do this... I know we made a lot of money off of the show last night but... But I think this’ll be good for me. Both of us working so we can afford rent ‘n stuff!”

“We should like a married couple.” Seungcheol jokes.

Your cheeks burn hot at his comment as you bite your lip. “Ehehe~”

Seungcheol grins at you, hands still on the steering wheel. “Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I always have my phone on me anyway, Namjoon doesn’t really care.”

The two of you share a laugh as you slowly reach for the door handle.

“I will, I promise!”

“I still do not get why you want to work here.”

Jun laughs, hands on his hips as he watches you adjust the short dress uniform you’d put on, moments before.

“It’s just... something to keep me occupied, is all.” Smoothing down your uniform, you do a small spin for Jun who nods back in approval. “And I wanna make friends! Aren’t we friends?”

Jun’s eyes twinkle with playfulness as he gestures you over to the front of the diner. “Of course we are! Which by the way...” He pauses, looking over the relatively full diner to make sure nobody caught your conversation. “Is... Seungcheol-hyung okay with y’know... You working here and me... Being one of your viewers leaving comments ‘n stuff?”

A genuine look of concern crosses his features as he waits for you to respond.

You puff your cheeks as you think, “I think so? I mean he hasn’t...” Memories of Seungcheol saying he’d kick Jun’s ass immediately flood your mind as you laugh nervously.

“Y-yeah, he didn’t say a word!”

After two hours, you decide to take your 15 minute break; waving to Jun before you head towards the employee backroom to grab your phone.

You check your notifications, surprise on your face when you see Seungcheol’s already messaged you a few times.

cheollie ✨: have a good day!

cheollie ✨: u okay over there, baby?

cheollie ✨: dont feel pressured to answer asap lol

You laugh under your breath, typing up a response as you take a seat in the break room.

‘It’s been going okay! I’m taking a short break right now tho!’

Shockingly, Seungcheol response only after a few seconds.

cheollie ✨: oh, thats good! I take it no issues?

‘Nope! my feet kinda hurt tho lol’

He asks you a few more questions; one about Jun keeping his distance, to which you shake your head and laugh.

cheollie ✨: you never showed me your uniform btw 😏

You let out a noise of realization, fingertips already swiping through your phone to get to your photos as you send him one that you’d taken earlier.

‘How's it look? 🥺’

It goes quiet for a couple minutes and you half-wonder if Seungcheol got in trouble for having his phone out.

‘Cheol, u ok?’

cheollie ✨: is it bad I'm already thinking about lifting that cute little skirt up

cheollie ✨: fucking you nice and hard with your panties just pushed to the side

cheollie ✨: fuck, and making you go back to work with your pussy filled with my cum

A shiver rolls down your spine at his words; gulping as you check the time for how much you had left before you had to get back out onto the floor.

‘what if I bend over and someone sees my panties all wet n soaked thru with ur cum...’

cheollie ✨: then they’d know you’re mine.

cheollie ✨: I mean most of your viewers already know that

cheollie ✨: but I want everyone to know, yknow?

cheollie ✨: god the way I wanna fuck you on the hood of my car

cheollie ✨: your cute little whines while you try to keep quiet

You let out a shaky, quiet moan; thighs rubbing together when you notice you only have about three more minutes before your break was up.

‘Cheol... I have to get back to work 😭 how could you get me horny before I have to get back...’

You pout your lips at your phone screen as you wait for his response.

cheollie ✨: 😈

cheollie ✨: I have an idea

cheollie ✨: for later

cheollie ✨: I hope you can wear your uniform home

cheollie ✨: see u in a few hours baby

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years

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smut prompts #1, 9, 10 & 23.

ao3 request: Ok! Prompts 1, 9, 10, and 23 all combined into one request! So this takes place, if possible, in the movie, Under the Red Hood. Red Hood has a partner, who like him, has a deep grudge against Joker for killing her family and has decided to kill bad guys alongside him. His partner, the reader, is mainly a sniper, and they have spent a long time together, fighting side by side. But, during a mission, the reader screwed up badly, allowing not only some major baddie to escape, but abandoning her task of shooting him in order to save Red Hood. This angered him, so he decides to “punish” her. Could you also make the reader like a very quiet person? She’s basically like Sinon from SAO.

prompts:

1: “Don’t tell me what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom.”

9: “1, 2, I’m going to fuck you.”

10: “The cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise.”

23: “Stop talking and put it in your mouth already.”

smut prompts are from here

warnings: smut → use of handcuffs // fem!reader // mentions of violence / injury.

word count: 1,482

Kinktober has finished, so the prompts are no longer in use, but thanks so much for participating!!

requests for normal fluffs and smuts are still open!

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You and Jason were the definition of partners in crime. You’re the snipper and he’s the fighter. Works hand-in-hand and anyone would say so themselves. Both having come from difficult pasts and a troubling trauma that resulted from the Joker brutally murdering both your family and Jason’s family, you and Jason were bound by souls.

Tonight is no different than any other night. As per Black Mask’s request, an assassin was send your way. It was an easy fight; both you and Jason put your forces together and fought like no other. Kicks and punches were thrown, grunts of pain from the asshole were heard, and profanities were hurled between all of you. You and Jason were winning. Right up until Jason got injured. Bad. You stand still, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot the asshole that you and Jason were fighting but you can’t. Not when you can hear him groaning in pain, fighting both hands around his leg to stop the bleeding. The asshole had manage to slice through Jason’s suit while gashing his leg open in the process.

“[y/n] shoot him!” Jason yells, noticing you completely frozen in place; torn between shooting or saving.

“I-“ you stutter, eyes glistening with tears. But it’s too late. The assassin ran in the opposite direction and took a sharp right turn into a dark alley. Running over to Jason, you crouch down and wrap his arm around your neck to help him stand up. Jason, however, swats your hand away. He struggles to stand on his feet. Even though you can’t see his face through his mask, you new he looks like hell; eyes probably puffy, skin marked with defeated bruises, and blood boiling with rage. He limps to the car, ignoring your pleas for him to stop and just talk to you for a minute.

“Jason, I’m sorry!” You exclaim in a whimper. Jason doesn’t respond. His rage radiates off him and it feels even worse in the car; the confined space makes the rage ricochet off the inside of the car and strangle you.

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Jason still hadn’t said a word to you even when you got back to his apartment. He slams the bathroom door shut and you can hear him rustling around the first aid box. You stand in front of the door and wait for him. Stings of curses and hisses can also be heard from him as he wraps a bandage around his leg. After a while of fixing himself up, he suddenly opens the door and both of you gasp lightly in shock. You notice how he took his suit off and he’s standing before you in sweatpants he had left in the bathroom.

“Jay, we should talk about this,” You say, but he just pushes past you. “Jason!” He turns around and looks you dead in the eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do, unless it’s in the bedroom.” His tone is sharp and direct, and just from that, you know you’re in for it now.

“I’m gonna count to 3 and you’re gonna do exactly as I say,” J instructs.

“Or what?” you challenge, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jason begins counting slowly, taking a step forward with each word he spoke. “1,2, I’m gonna fuck you.” You swallow, looking into his eyes and watching as his eyes grow dark with lust.

“I want you to strip for me right here,” he instructs for the second time tonight. You do as you’re told and slowly strip out of your suit and panties.

“Good girl,” J says lowly, planting a soft kiss on your lips as a reward. Picking you up, he carries you to the bedroom and slams you down against the mattress, causing you to let out a yelp and a giggle. You sit on the edge of the bed and bite your lip as you impatiently wait for Jason to undress out of his sweatpants. You can feel both your mouth beginning to water as he positions himself between your legs. Hooking your fingers in the material of his boxers, you pull them down while making eye contact with him. Just from eye contact alone, not to mention the fact that the rage is still boiling from inside him, the atmosphere in the room was thick and intense. Fiery, yet ardent.

“J, I still think we should talk about this,” you reiterated from before.

“Stop talking and put it in your mouth already,” Jason growls, snaking a hand around to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You don’t say another word and get to work; swirling your tongue around his tip and feeling wetter by the second with every grunt and groan that comes from his pretty lips. Your hands place themselves flat against his hips to hold yourself up and your mouth takes him as far as you can. Jason moans as your head bobs up and down his cock, his head rolling back and the grip on your hands growing tighter.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he moans. Coming up for air, you swirl around his cock and lick up the shaft. Jason pulls you back and yanks on your hair so you could look up at him.

“Don’t you dare fucking tease me,” Jason shot angrily. Using your hair as leverage, he holds you still as he fucks into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, but of course you don’t mind. Without warning, J pulls out of your mouth and orders you to lie down. You did as you were told and waited for him, watching curiously and almost wearily as he shuffles through the wardrobe. Jason pulls out a pair of handcuffs and your stomach nearly dropped. You’re in deep shit and he knows you know it. The smug smirk on his lips makes your eyes roll and a whine slip from your lips.

“Jason, I’ll be good I promise,” you protest.

“If you were good, you would’ve killed that asshole instead of helping me,” he retaliated back in a jarring tone. He grabs your wrist tightly and cuffs it to the bedpost.

“I said I was sorry,” you whine, trying to wriggle your other hand out of his grip despite knowing it was no use. He cuffs your hand to the other bedpost and shuffling down the bed to settle himself between your thighs.

“J, please, is this really necessary?” You ask, tugging on the cuffs.

“The cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise,” he directs before thrusting two fingers into your pussy. You moan almost instantly from how good his fingers felt; the way he’d switch between thrusting them fast to slow and how’d curl his fingers on the spot that made you scream his name. God he really knows how to work his fingers and he damn well knows it, judging by the way the snarking smirk is plastered on his face in this very moment. He takes his fingers away and rolls on a condom before lining himself up and pushing in slowly.

“J, please,” you beg, rocking your hips against his. Jason sits up on his knees and wraps your legs around his waist while he holds your hips up. He takes advantage of this new angle and begins pounding into you; his cock slamming as hard as it can into you, making the headboard slam into the wall with each thrust. Moans and grunts, mixed with skin slapping against skin and the cuffs scraping against the bed posts create a hotter and more intimate atmosphere. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you’re still cautious of his injury. It almost seems the pleasure overtook the pain and he had forgotten about the wound on his leg.

You could tell he was close; the way his breathing quickened, the grip on your hips grew tighter and his thrusts gets messier.

“you gonna cum, baby?” You ask, feeling your own high approach you.

“shit, baby,” was all he can master up. Jason brings his hand down and his thumb begins circling your clit, making you feel like your on cloud-9.

“Jason,” you whimper and go to grip his wrists, but of course, you’re restrained by the cuffs which you almost forgot where there. “Fuck!” You moan loudly as you feel the cord beginning to snap from inside you. Your walls begin pulsing around his cock as you came, a string of moans and profanities spill from your lips. Jason thrusts harder and lets out a groan and a small “fuck” as he cums.

Jason slowly pulls out, wincing at the pain that has come back to his leg. He disposes the condom before lying down next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper against his chest.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll get him next time.”

#Jason Todd #jason todd smut #jason todd titans #jason todd imagine #titans #titans smut #Jason Todd kinktober #under the red hood #red hood #red hood smut

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ziracona · 3 years

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Got to the next bit, which I was very excited to write. : )

The Kid (pt: 1, … 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, ?) [Fate Grand Order AU]

Mnng… ahh. W..? what…? …where… a…

Oh. Oh dear. I am…still here…

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. I choke on the way that desperation feels. It has been. so long. since… since I really felt. …fear. It.

I…

I whimper and shut my eyes against the darkness. There’s nothing good to see. The stone floor is cold, and I am bolted to it with shackles at my arms and ankles, stuck on my side, curled up painfully and at awkward angles. It. It makes the pain all so much worse.

So much worse so much worse. Help. God, please, help me. help me.

I haven’t felt like this. I…I never wanted to feel like this again.

What’s going on what’s going on; I don’t understand! Why! It’s not possible it’s not possible.

Was all of it a dream? Did I never really die, and everything I remember since, the throne, summonings, friends—was it all just fever dreams? It can’t be.

It can’t be.

I keep my eyes shut tight. It can’t be. Or where is Sophie? Where is Constanze? Where is… where is…

I try not to cry. It feels so awful. I’m dying. I’m dying and it’s not injury pain, it’s the awful broken pain of your body failing. It’s the fear in every dream when your teeth fall out, or your scalp peels back with your hair, and you want to scream, because it cannot be fixed. Only it’s real and it’s me, and it’s my whole body, and I can’t save myself. Nobody can save me. I’m going to die again I’m going to die.

My arms and legs, my stomach, my face, my hands and feet. They are all so swollen it hurts to not move, it hurts to move, it hurts to look at them. The metal pinning me down bites into my skin unforgivingly. I open my eyes for a moment to look at them, picturing how horrific I seem, remembering how I looked before. Rash all along my skin, little bumps. I’ve vomited, and it’s on the floor and on my face, on my skin and in my hair. My organs are shutting down. I’m dying, but it won’t end. I’m pouring sweat, and it’s disgusting, and broken, and I am broken, and I am dying, and my horrible Requiem in D Minor is playing. It has been playing for hours, for days. Haunting me, killing me again. It won’t end. None of it will end, and I don’t want it to. I don’t want to live, but I am terrified to die.

Please. I shut my eyes again, feeling the sting of tears. I am not used to feeling afraid, I am not used to feeling serious, I am not used to feeling hurt. I can’t go on. I can’t make it stop.

There is a sound.

A door? A loud thud of some kind.

Praying for hope, for rescue, anything, I open my eyes and look up.

I see the man in grey. His coat, his mask, his long cloak.

Death. My death.

I feel my heart lurch and terror fill my veins.

“Oh God,” I choke out. I’m starting to cry and I can’t stop it. Feverishly weakly, I try to move—get up, or recoil, and I am not strong enough to break the shackles, I am not even strong enough to drag myself back the inch I might have been able to with them on. I can’t run from him, I can’t hide, or fight.

He steps into the room, cloak billowing behind him in the darkness, and Dies Irae starts to play.

Wrath is coming for me indeed. I can feel his hate, his rage, seeping into the room, into me. The intent to kill.

There is a corpse already slung over his shoulder, and he looks at me, then picks the limp body up off himself and sets it on the ground and moves forward. He comes for me.

“P-please,” I whisper, “No. Please. Please don’t—please.” I shut my eyes and start to shake. It’s too much; I feel myself splintering.

The footsteps stop.

Still shuddering and crying, I open my eyes again, and see he has stopped, close above me. I am staring at his shoes. I am afraid to look higher.

“Amadeus.”

I am shaken by the voice. I know it. It sounds mournful, and like a ghost itself, like the word was hard to say.

It does not sound like the man in grey should.

“What have they done to you?”

I make myself look up at him. Shock and something else I haven’t understood yet in my chest. I know the voice.

He’s looking down at me, brows knit in worry and pain. Wait.

There is no mask. He has a face. I can see his face.

I know his face.

“Salieri?” I ask. My voice is such a whisper I barely hear it, but I know he does too, because he almost smiles for just a moment, and he nods.

Salieri. Salieri—god. But then.

“You aren’t here to kill me?” I make sure, my voice shaking. I had forgotten. That he…is…

He stoops, and I shudder involuntarily. I see agony on his face in response. “Please don’t say that to me,” he begs me quietly, looking away.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, letting my eyes shut, “I’m dying. I am not very much myself.”

By way of answer, Salieri reaches down and closes his fist around one of the shackles, and it cracks and disintegrates beneath his touch. I look up and he looks back at me and smiles, a weak, weary smile.

“I knew you were here,” he tells me quietly, “I could feel it—for days now. I kept forgetting, but I knew. I’m sorry. It took so long…”

“Where are we?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” answers Salieri. He takes another shackle in his hands and shatters it carefully, “But I’m getting us out.”

Relief fills me, and I close my eyes and let out a breath. God, thank you. I can’t believe it.

“Okay,” I say, keeping my eyes shut.

I sense him move, and feel one of the shackles on my ankle beak, then he stops moving, so I look up again.

“…Can you survive?” Salieri asks me, “Without a master—how long?”

How long? I swallow, thinking. “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly in a quiet voice, thinking about that. My odds are terrible.

He flexes his fingers, agitated. It looks horrifying, because the way he is now, his gloves are like claws, and the action seems menacing, but I know him. I remember it—a little warmup, to keep blood flowing in a pianist’s hands. How little he must have changed. In spite of everything. …That…I…

…caused…

“I can do it.”

I focus on him again, confused.

“I can anchor you. A little. I can…I can pass on enough mana to keep you material until we can find a real anchor,” he says. I’m not sure if he can or not, looking at him. I’m not sure if he knows.

But he meets my gaze then, and he is determined. It’s so odd to see his eyes red now. They used to be brown—a kind of almost golden brown. Otherwise he looks very much the same, even if his hair is now more white than grey.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He holds my gaze a moment, making sure I believe him, and then he snaps the last shackle. Immediately, I feel like my little remaining energy is sucked out of me. I think I I’m going to lose consciousness…

I’m looking…at the far wall, dazedly. I…I think it’s only been seconds. I’m not sure. I did black out?

I’m…confused. My head aches, my body aches. I want to cry. I am staring at my swollen hand, so big it could never play right on a piano. Then there’s a body in my line of sight. I make my eyes shift up and focus and register Salieri is here.

Oh. Yes. He was… he…

He reaches out a hand and places it on my chest, and I feel a strange sensation, almost like something has snapped—it’s a little scary. But with it, I feel energy return. A small burst of mana.

Salieri is looking at me hopefully.

“It worked?”

I nod. “I…I think.”

I feel my body ebbing into unconsciousness again and my eyes start to shut. Salieri puts a hand out beneath my cheek and tilts my face up a little, trying to hold my consciousness.

“Easy,” he says worriedly, “Try to lay still.”

“Okay,” I whisper, remembering to not nod this time.

He lets go of me. I shut my eyes and lay still. I know he’s still there—I can sense him. I don’t know what he’s doing though. I can’t remember what he said he’d do.

I get scared. I feel like throwing up again, and I think I might. My limbs ache. Breathing hurts. I don’t remember why I’m here, or what’s going to happen. I might still die. I don’t want to. I don’t want to die alone. I…

Blindly, I move a hand, feeling for Salieri, and I find his own and limply close my fingers around his wrist like I might have the strength to keep him here.

He stops moving, and I can sense him looking at me.

“Stay with me?” I plead, forcing my weak eyes open so I can see his face.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says, and I know immediately how absolutely he means it. He puts his other hand on mine, gently, and gives me that sad, sorry, affectionate smile he has again. “Did I leave you last time?”

I smile weakly back. No, you didn’t. You stayed with me until the end. You loved me, even though I was never sure if you ever liked me.

Feeling safer, I shut my eyes again and lay still, and after a moment he lets go of my hand and returns to whatever he’s doing.

“I’m sorry,” I say through weak breaths, smiling sadly to myself at the thought, “You have to see me like this. I know it’s terrible…”

He almost laughs. There’s quiet for a moment, and then he says, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

That’s true. I looked at least this horrible the last time.

“Still,” I say tiredly. I open my eyes and look at my swollen hand, try to move my fingers. It’s agony. I feel like the water in them will burst any second, my skin feels so tight.

Salieri’s frame shifts into view again, and he slides his arms beneath my shoulders and knees and lifts me easily. I stay limp. I don’t have the energy for anything else, and this is the safest I’ve felt in a long while anyway.

After going a few feet, over closer to the door he came in by, Salieri stoops again. He lays me back on the floor but keeps my head propped up in his lap and takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and reaches down, using one hand to hold my face steady, and the other to wipe old vomit off. He moves gently. It’s almost soothing, and it feels so good to have that foul stuff coming off. I look up at his face, curious with what little energy I have left. I haven’t seen him since I died. It’s been a few hundred years, and I know what they did to him. I wasn’t exactly sure what he’d still be like. But I feel silly for having worried. He still seems to be Salieri.

Looking down, he sees me watching and smiles. “Did you really think I would care about that?” he replies to my earlier comment as he carefully cleans vomit out from along my hairline.

No, I think, smiling up weakly at him, I didn’t. You’ve seen a lot worse. And you never were the kind to.

I relax, and shut my eyes again, let myself go limp, and Salieri support my head. I know what he is. I know what they did to him. We know, often, about other spirits on the throne. A little, anyway. I knew what happened to him. In some ways I watched it happen.

I feel guilty for that, though I’m trying not to. It’s not like I wanted it to happen. I try not to think about how he must be feeling, and how painful this must be. He seems so calm right now. I can almost believe he’s not fighting back the urge to run me through on his sword.

I know he must be, though. It made him an Avenger.

But I’m not afraid of him.

You have seen worse. And I know how you handle things.

I smile to myself a little.

I …I think I’m sad.

Sad? …

“…Salieri?” I ask weakly after a moment, eyes still shut.

“Yes,” he replies.

I don’t know what I was going to say. My head is foggy again, and weak. I think I was going to say I’m sorry, but I can’t say that to him. He would hate that. I don’t want to make him think about it any more than he must already be anyway. I don’t want to think about it. Usually I’m. I’m so good…at…at ignoring this kind of thing. It must be because I’m so…feverish. That I can’t stop thinking. …But. ..I…

I open my eyes and look up at him, and I think he sees it. He must see the guilt in my eyes, at least. I am sorry—I didn’t do it, and I can’t say it, but I am. And I’m worried. I’m…

He looks sad. Swallows. Then shuts his eyes and sighs, then looks off at nothing for a moment.

“Salieri?” I say again.

He looks back down at me.

I try to move my arm again. It’s hard, and he notices and I think for a moment he will stop me, but he doesn’t, and with immense effort I drag my hand along my torso until I find his wrist again. I can’t get my arm any higher, but he lowers his hand so I can reach it. With all the frail strength I have left, I weave my fingers around his. He watches that, then looks at me, an expression on his face I wouldn’t know how to begin to describe beyond frail itself, but in a very different way.

“Thank you,” I say.

I manage a smile.

I mean a lot more. I hope he can tell. I think he can.

I. I hope he can. …

I don’t have more to give. I let my eyes shut again, and I think this time with the energy I’m losing, I might not wake up again.

That would be alright.

No, I think, He promised.

He did.

I lose track of time a little, but after a minute I feel him lift me again, and I let myself lean limp against his chest. I think it will be okay.

It doesn’t matter that he’s supposed to kill me. He told me he wouldn’t, and he has a plan, so I will probably wake up again. I’m safe.

I’m safe. That’s right.

I smile, and let my consciousness go. I’m safe now. He’s staying with me. I’ll be safe.

#fate go #fate grand order #fate go au #the kid (fic)#the kid #fate salieri #fate go salieri #fate mozart #fate go mozart #for once I'm sad I don't do my research notes on Tumblr bc this assumes some amount of reader knowledge of Antonio Salieri's existence as an #Avenger and how it relates to Mozart. I hope it is close to as enjoyable even if not. And if you don't know and want to know I am happy to #give a breakdown

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thesomberfest · 3 years

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Star Wars: Timestamps and Thoughts; The Empire Strikes Back

Salutations to all. Welcome back to my blog thing? Anyways today is the one and only The Empire Strikes Back which I think may be the most iconic Star Wars movie. But, don’t quote me on that. I’m only saying that as someone who has heard about Star Wars movies from the outside and honestly out of all the movies The Empire Strikes Back is the one movie I’ve always heard about; name-wise. I don’t think I know any spoilers about this movie, so we’ll see. I’m new to this and I don’t know what I’m doing so please have mercy and help a sister out, thanks. I have some idea based on what the movie is about based on the name but I’ll just take what Disney Plus tells me. I honestly have nothing to say. Should I start writing predictions before writing the timestamps and writing my reaction if I’m right or wrong based on the last movie I watched. Does that make sense? I can’t think of any other way to word it differently but if it makes sense then okay, let’s continue. This isn’t a prediction but um is this the movie where Luke finds about his parentage? Or is it a bit too early? Am I too early? Oh well. While adding timestamps I thought it would be a cool idea to add a “Favorite Scene” section under my “Final Thoughts” sections, I hope y’all like it.

03/9 Edit: Y’all sorry this is late but tomorrow is my birthday and I decided to not do my schoolwork and instead watch Star Wars and write. Before y’all get any ideas: yes. I am in fact still a minor. thanks. 04/3 edit: I AM SORRY THIS IS LATE I HAVE NO EXCUSE

Movie: Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back

Release Date: 1980

Summary(?): So obviously the Empire is going to strike back right? And Luke has to find Yoda to learn the ways of the Force? No? Oh and a final show down with Vader? Am I wrong again?

Warning: spoilers (yea no duh bibi) and mild language on my part

Timestamps

00:00:06- 20th Century Fox is here, hello.

00:00:22- the words on the screen have made an appearance

00:01:41- the iconic words have left, bye-bye

00:04:28- Han Solo

00:04:43- It’s Chewie

00:05:04- Ya’ll it’s my queen Leia. She’s looking badder than ever

00:05:22- so the guy we first saw was in fact Luke, whoops.

00:05:40- Han is leaving? What about Leia? Am I missing something?

00:06:00- Okay so I’m convinced that something happened between Han and Leia, right? She looks pissed, he also looks pissed. Uhhh...

00:06:03- Oh shoot, she called out his name and went after him.

00:06:27- the way Leia feels about him? Sexual tension?

00:06:34- does Han want Leia to admit she has feelings for him? Does she have feelings for him?

00:06:42- “Afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a good-bye kiss?”- woah there Han

00:06:47- yeah, something did happen. I’m calling it

00:06:53- YES 3PO and R2

00:07:12- Oh shoot, Han doesn’t want to talk to Leia no more

00:07:19- ain’t nobody know where Luke is

00:08:06- aw Han said Luke is his friend. Character development

00:08:36- um is that Luke being hanged upside down?

00:08:47- uh oh, it’s the abominable snowman, let’s uh call him Yeti for short

00:09:00- Lukie-boy that might be a bad idea

00:09:34- he’s using the Force to get the lightsaber, nice

00:09:40- oh no, the Yeti noticed

00:09:48- he got the Lightsaber yayy

00:09:50- did he just cut off Yeti’s arm???

00:10:00- run forest run

00:10:40- aw R2 :( I want to give them a hug

00:11:58- Leia looks really nervous. Uh-oh

00:12:53- I’m sorry but Chewie wailing/crying a few minutes earlier makes me sad.

00:13:42- omg Yoda? Han found Luke I repeat he found Luke

00:15:16- I wondered where they filmed or if this was effects or something.

00:16:01- are they going to be found? oh I hope so

00:16:13- yay! Found at last!

00:16:35- i’m sorry. is that a man baby???

00:16:48- oh wait was that man baby Luke? Oh god i kinda feel bad now

00:17:02- aww Luke and Han. Their friendship gives me life (junior)

00:17:05- my queen!!!!

00:17:15- ok but seriously what happened between Han and Leia? I know something happened.

00:17:25- I know Han did not just call my boy Chewie a FUZZBALL, please

00:17:31- alone? South passage? was that when Han claimed he was leaving? Her TRUE FEELINGS

00:17:50- why does Luke look sad? Is it... is it because HE HAS FEELINGS FOR HER???

00:17:58- (lets out a female lead in horror movie scream) OH MY GOD. I KNEW A KISS WAS TO HAPPEN BUT SO SOON? AND ON THE MOUTH WITH A PEANUT GALLERY LEIA HAS SOME BALLS. SO IT WAS NOT A PECK LIKE I’D ASSUMED HUH OMG tho I feel bad for Luke ‘cause (i think) she only did it to spite Han also if my math is correct IT WAS FOUR SECONDS LONG. But like is this the only kiss between the two or is there more cause ummm...... AREN’T THEY RELATED? SIBLINGS? TWINS I THINK? *Sweet Home Alabama now playing*

00:18:13- why why does he look so smug? also Han about to kill Luke a man

00:19:14- idk what’s happening

00:19:18- pew pew

00:19:44- THE IMPERIAL MARCH omgg yess... I live for the movies music

00:20:32- oh no, the music ended

00:20:38- wait nvm it’s continuing we stand

00:20:40- breathing problems much?

00:20:52- It’s Darth Vader

00:21:47- wait, didn’t he (Luke) almost die? shouldn’t he like oh I don’t know RESTING?!

00:22:47- have i mentioned that I live for the Imperial March? ‘cause I love it

00:23:39- OH

00:23:51- he really dying in the background huh

00:23:57- so he’s like dead, right?

00:24:02- what’s happening? Are they gonna go against Vader?

00:24:12- what the hell is a stardestroyer?

00:24:44- i’ve been told the dark side has cookies so uh peace out. If you would like to reach me please send me a letter via mail. thanks.

00:25:39- once again shouldn’t Luke be resting???

00:25:53- aww I want those binoculars. Is that what they’re called? Idk but I want one

00:26:05- what the hell are Imperial Walkers?

00:26:27- oh. are those Imperial Walkers? Those robot-looking dogs? omg I thought they were talking about Stormtroopers.

00:26:30- laser beam robot doggies did not hesitate

00:26:40- aw look at Luke being leadership material

00:27:09- wow these walkers are slow huh as to be expected

00:27:50- OH NO DAK bruhh nooo

00:28:09- are those robot dogs really gonna win?

00:28:21- LANDING? You mean Vader isn’t even fighting down there? Is he going to join? Or just find Luke and kidnap him and spill the beans? Or is that just my active imagination running too far?

00:28:39- the music...*beautiful*

00:28:58- tying the feet and tripping the doggies seems to be the moves huh

00:29:15- ooh and face first into the snow. how embarrassing...

00:29:20- I just know someone is losing their job or life like that one dude from before

00:30:18- i like the explosions

00:30:52- while one of the those little planes fall i’m sitting here thinking: most book/movie/tv shows that have the whole two sides thing (good vs bad) there always seems to be a traitor which makes me wonder if the good guys have a traitor? possible plot? idk, we’ll see won’t we?

00:31:18- the way these little doggies walk keep reminding me of some eerie Tim Burton movie and idk whyyy

00:33:04- two robot doggies down one more to go

00:33:25- man I just know someone from the Dark Force is gonna be dead fired

00:34:08- are those stormtroopers? They run funny

00:34:12- Darth Vader!

00:34:45- wait i’m dumb. did Vader invade the building/camp they were hiding at?

00:35:18- what does Vader want exactly? Princess Leia? Luke? the so-called “rebel plans”? What am I missing?

00:35:42- they really said: “peace out”

00:36:30- not regrouping? and what the hell is the Dagobah system?

00:37:30- did two ships just crash?

00:39:10- the music really makes this asteroid field detour awesome

00:40:25- did they--did they just go in a asteroid? Orr..?

00:41:18- and just what the hell is Luke thinking? he putting my baby R2 in distress?

00:42:04- where in the HELL are they?

00:42:21- did my baby R2 just fall in the water? Can he even swim? Is it safe? Is he going to die? Idc how cute Luke is, I will hurt him if 2D dies!

00:42:33- what. how is R2 okay? I thought--

00:42:53- Is that R2 whistling?

00:42:57- oh god, is that Nessie? oh no--

00:43:10- OH MY GOODNESS DID NESSIE JUST EAT MY BABY R2 WHAT THE FUC--

00:43:41- R2 MY BABY WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU

00:44:01- YEA LUKE it was a bad idea going there! You put my sweet summer child R2 in danger! He almost got eaten as dinner!

00:44:18- ughhh the music is just AMAZINGGGG

00:44:38- whose brain is that? Is that what’s left of Mr. Anakin Skywalker? ooh now that I think about: what does Darth Vader look behind the helmet? I feel dumb for never thinking about that

00:45:34- hey you leave my man 3PO alone Solo

00:45:46- oh did Leia just fall into Han’s arms? ooh

00:45:56- “Captain, being held by you isn’t quite enough to get me excited” Leia woke up and choose violence

00:46:56- oh OH Luke is looking for Yoda?

00:47:22- omg it’s YODA

00:47:48- man idk but lighting does wonders for Lukie-babe

00:48:26- is Yoda mocking Luke? ‘Cause I’m here for it

00:48:57- why is Luke lowkey being a pushover?

00:49:09- I KNOW Yoda isn’t hitting my baby R2 with a STICK the disrespect I-

00:49:56- at this point Yoda is just pulling on their legs for kicks and giggles huh

00:51:02- oh? alone? Leia and Han? my oh my

00:51:30- oh so now they hand-holding?

00:51:50- OMG when did they get so close to one another? I’m nervous

00:52:00- KISSING KISSING KISSING I REPEAT LEIA AND HAN ARE KISSING OH MY

00:52:04- ofc it’s 3PO to be the one to interrupt the kiss

00:52:14- oop-- Leia just left the crime scene. She’s going to pretend it never happened isn’t she?

00:53:04- wait. Vader isn’t emperor? Someone else is omg. I’m so dumb eye-

00:53:07- ew his side profile is not so good

00:53:10- the front is even uglier

00:53:23- “young rebel”? my bby boy Luke?

00:53:25- “offspring of Anakin Skywalker”? wait a damn minute. Isn’t Vader oh idk ANAKIN SKYWALKER? Does that “emperor” guy not know? Or have I been lied to? WHAT AM I MISSING?

00:53:57- does this mean Anakin is considered to be a different person from Vader? I’m confused, someone explain please!

00:54:00- “could be turned”? say like Kylo? *dun dun dun* orr am I thinking too far?

00:54:16- “master”? you mean to tell me that Vader isn’t even the one pulling the strings? how embarrassing...

00:54:34- WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE R2 IN THE COLD RAIN?!

00:56:07- Luke my beauty dumbass just realized that Yoda was with the whole time

00:59:19- What is it?

00:59:29- Mynocks

00:59:35- oh hell no. I’m out

01:01:39- satan works hard but man does Luke work harder

01:01:57- “skinny boys are still the best oh i love when they slam and sweat.”-- Jack Off Jill, Lollirot (jolly good song) this one sentence describes it all :)

01:04:19- idk what’s happening but man does he look good. How long until y’all get tired of me simping over Luke?

01:04:40- wait WAIT THE FINAL SHOWDOWN IS IN THE FOREST? I THOUGHT-- I WAS TOLD--HOLD UP

01:05:01- but like, why it feel fake? Is this a dream?

01:05:09- OH--[luke just decapitated Vader I-]

01:05:20- wait. it couldn’t have been that easy. This feels wrong-

01:05:29- omg. it’s luke! Wait what does this mean?

01:05:50- when i enter a room I would like the Imperial March to play, thanks.

01:06:26- uh, is that Boba Fett? If not I’m so sorry I’m new.

01:06:52- y’all I have a cofession to make: I have a fear of driving and my mother is forcing me to. How does this relate to the movie? Well, Han is steering the ship(?) so...

01:09:16- titanic part two?

01:10:31- my poor baby luke

01:11:37- luke please don’t give up :(

01:12:32- my man yoda showing up luke huh

01:13:35- uh oh. just like the first guy, he dead too. they’re just dropping like flies huh

01:16:05- and another kiss. a small peck, luke.

01:16:34- so is that Boba Fett or not? someone tell me please.

01:16:38- someone please run my baby R2 a bath

01:16:44-y’all the only time I can do a handstand is when I’m underwater (fun fact: i don’t like the pool)

01:16:51-[R2 is being levitated rn] if he falls and BREAKS into tiny pieces i’m quitting star wars

01:17:28- R2 good, he good “... I saw a city in the clouds.” you mean heaven?

01:17:37- “friends you have there” THEY’RE ALL GOING TO DIE WAIT--

01:19:50- they’ve [leia, han, chewie, 3PO] landed they’re safe, for now (i think)

01:20:25- [chewie replying “gahh!” to han] tell me why I laughed. I actually laughed like Chewie made a joke oh my...

01:20:34- uh oh [some dude just called han a slime(y)]

01:20:49- [they’re hugging now?] oh, wait. so they good now? or is this a joke?

01:22:01- i like the interior design of the building

01:22:49- [3PO gets blown up I think] what the hell just happened?

01:25:13- he’s not coming back is he? [luke left to save han and leia]

01:26:13- finally. someone save 3PO or what’s left of him also I like leia’s new hairstyle it’s pretty

01:26:44- was 3PO decapitated? dismembered?!

01:26:55- good for chewie to fight for the parts of 3PO hopefully it’s all of his parts

01:27:35- my man 3PO in a box freaking dismembered and Lando out here flirting?

01:28:30- what the hell? [its vader sitting at the head of the table] wait did Lando say a deal? as in turning in the princess? I--this is all happening so fast

01:28:41- [han and co. are now surrounded by boba fett and troopers] i bet they wished they’d stayed back in their rooms huh

01:30:31- oh so i’m assuming it was a stormtrooper who shot 3PO. what are they doing to han? omg is han being cooked alive?

01:31:33- wait I thought boba fett was a good guy? what the fvck.

01:32:05- what happened to han? mans looks traumatized

01:32:34- oh leia...

01:34:14- i had also assumed all these years that vader was top boss and now i’m being told about some emperor guy? what

01:35:18- i don’t understand why does boba fett want with han so bad? it can’t just be money, can it?

01:35:54- oh and another kiss and with an even bigger peanut gallery

01:38:22- what’s gonna happen to han now?

01:40:30- wait, is this where the showdown happens?

01:41:06- why is vader (his breathing) so loud?

01:41:10- OMG red vs. blue lightsaber

01:41:19- so this is it

01:42:01- oh, is lando helping them? does he feel guilty?

01:42:17- [chewie is currently choking the life out of lando] fuck yeah chewie

01:43:14- oh thank god R2 & 3PO have reunited once more

01:43:34- is it too late to save han now?

01:44:01- [back to the showdown, luke just lost his lightsaber] uh--this is why you never get too cocky too early, luke

01:44:27- [luke just flew?!] did he just fly like superman? what

01:44:31- who’s the emperor? I had assumed it was vader but i’m being told it isn’t?????

01:44:56- this showdown is a beautiful fight and those lightsabers are freaking cool

01:46:15- it’s a beautiful dance and the Imperial March is giving me chills

01:46:32- [vader is throwing random objects at luke] aw that’s cheating. and nobody likes a cheater.

01:46:42- luke just flew out the window oh wait he good, now i think

01:47:12- hold up I just realized that they (han, chewie, leia) put 3PO in a fishnet bag (?) chewie really running around with 3PO like a backpack

01:47:49- [the citizens (?) are running] i’m getting titanic vibes and idk if i like it

01:49:17- i hate to say it but these stormtroopers have really bad aim.

01:50:26- [vader just cut off luke’s hand] *shock* I-omg. He just did that. But, at the same time, I now understand the ERB Harry Potter v. Luke Skywalker so much more, make sense.

01:51:08- “father”? oh my...

01:51:17- “i am your father” oh my god. people this is not a drill, it happened, it happening uhh---

01:51:28- i feel so bad for luke. he looks like he’s about cry.

01:51:41- probs a bad time but luke’s kinda an ugly crier

01:52:14- [luke just fell & left vader standing] luke really said “i’d rather die”

01:54:04- wait, how does leia know where luke is? this some kind of force thing? maybe twin thing?

01:54:37- oh thank god they found luke

01:58:01- does vader care for luke? I mean probably not a lot since he DID chop off his sons own hand so idk

02:01:58- credits/the end

Final Thoughts? Wow. No yeah, I totally understand why Empire Strikes Back is a loved by all. It was amazing. I understand why it’s so talked about. This movie is beautiful; Leia/Han romance, 3PO and R2 banter, the good action. The soundtrack-THE SOUNDTRACK is SPECTACULAR and I would often fins myself rewinding scenes just to listen to the music. The visuals were so striking and appealing and it really showed during the showdown between luke and vader.

Favorite Scene? Luke meeting Yoda and not knowing that Yoda was Yoda and every scene that included the Imperial March in the background.

If you have made it this far, thank you. I hope none of you people get tired of me fangirling over the Imperial March whilst simultaneously simping over Luke. Thank you for joining me on my adventure of watching Star Wars for the first time. If there’s any grammar mistakes I apologize. Also I got a cute R2 lego keychain from the lego store. Also if you want leave some comments I’m lowkey lonely. Thank you once again for joining me.

x bibi

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Tyohaar (Festival)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Celebrating Dussehra in Delhi with the Soldier Trio.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Hindu references, mythological stories, Mentions of Violence, minor angst, Hospitals and injuries, tell me if I miss any....

Word Count: 4290

A/N: Sorry for the delay you guys, I was having a rough few days but I finally have it out. Hope you guys like it.

This from the same universe as my stories Homecoming and Bura na Mano Holi hai but can be read as a stand alone.

Hope you guys like it and sorry for any mistake.

Pictures not mine credit to the owners.

Steve runs his right hand through his hair as he looks over at the crowd gathered around him. The constant buzz was voices hangs around in the air as people keep talking over each other and children burst firecrackers with their parents close by, keeping watch.

You stand near the ice cream stall, Bucky and Sam with their Bionic masks on their faces concealing their true identity, check over the huge menu that the ice cream vendor points at. Your figures visible through a street light under which you all stand in the dark that comes with 9pm.

When you had seen the ice cream cart making its way in your direction, you had just screeched in excitement and ran towards it hastily asking what ice creams each of them would like to have.

The cart itself was impressive with a huge refrigerator attached to wheels at the bottom for the guy manning it to propel it in whatever direction he wants. Several pictures of ice cream bar were hanging off the top of the thing attached to the huge half cylinder shaped roof over the cart and one corner of the cart had several menus hanging off it.

After looking at the menu once he had decided on the simple orange bar but after you had exclaimed about this kulfi thing being amazing he decided to try that.

Bucky and Sam were an entire other story. They had to make their own decision and so they had been staring at the god damned thing for the past 5 minutes not reaching any decision.

You had already started licking your kulfi bar and Steve was very close to stop waiting for his friends and just eat the thing himself.

"I really wanna go for this chocolate bar but there are like three of them. Which one do I even go for?"

"The one that you want Sam" Steve grinds his teeth together, having lost all his patience close to 3 minutes ago

"I don't know what I want that's the problem Steve" He sighs and Steve has to take a deep breath as he comes in closer to look at the menu properly

"Well you're allergic to nuts so the fruit and nut option is out"

"What if its the best one?" Bucky pipes in and you nod from beside him, the corner of your lip stained with cream from your kulfi

"It is amazing, the nuts just add perfect crunch to it" Steve closes his eyes in annoyance before opening them again and shooting a glare your way as he wipes the food off your face with a tissue that he picks up from the cart

"Damn it" Sam hits his hand against the pillar supporting the roof of the ice cream cart, winces in pain, shakes his hand, then brings it to his chest to cradle it with the other hand to relieve the pain that punching a metal cart entails

Steve shoots a very very apologetic look the appalled guys way who not so discretely pulls his cart away from the group. With his face heating up, he turns back to his friends, very dedicated to get it over with as fast as he can before he looses all his money in the huge tip he sure is given the guy.

"No ice cream is worth a run to the hospital"

"How do you know it isn't though?" you shoot him a cheeky smile and before he can stop, Steve finds his lips breaking into a curve.

"He would take the chocolate bar" Steve finally decides before there is any more argument and is relieved when Sam seems to accept his decision.

The vendor scrunches his eyebrows together before pointing at the chocolate option on the menu in question and nods his head when Steve gives his confirmation. Steve has to remind himself that not everyone in the world understands English.

"Bucky?"

"I'm gonna go with the butterscotch cornetto"

"Good"

Once the orders are placed and received and Steve has thanked and given extra tip to the vendor for his commendable patience, they head on towards the crowd.

"Its funny how you preach about Sam not eating nuts cause he's allergic but when it comes to you, you don't practice"

"I'm not allergic to anything"

"Oh but you were when you were the small punk" he grins "remember when milk products would give you horrible gas but that didn't stop you" Bucky says through a bite of his ice cream, prompting you to giggle as Steve shoots him a pointed look

"Yeah I grew up and know that's dangerous"

"Oh yeah you grew up alright" Bucky gestures at his body as Steve huffs

You stop a little away from the cluster of people that have gathered in the park and the others follow your lead.

A massive crowd of people has gathered around the park and form a circle around two enormously huge statues of three mustached guys in some kind of robes. They are standing at almost 20 feet tall, one smaller than the other. The statues are tied to the ground by long ropes that keep them erect.

When Sam had curiously asked about the material used to design the appreciable design you had google searched and informed them about how they made use of bamboo sticks to make the frame of the body after which paper and cloth is used to cover it and lastly paint to give the clothes color and add facial features.

The mustache is very important

You had told them after Bucky made a comment about it being his favorite.

"Okay so I just realized this dude in the center has additional heads? On either side" Sam wonders curiously as he looks over at the design

"Those are heads?" Bucky squints as he now watches the statue with a new perspective "Holy shit! Those are heads, I thought that was some jewelry"

Steve scrunches his eyebrows together and looks over at the statue in the middle and there it is. Tiny heads on either side of the face.

"Yeah, why does he have-" Steve points his finger at the subject in question and starts counting "9, no sorry 10. Why does he have 10 heads? And why are they so small?"

You shoot a small grin his way, looking around at the crowd gathered and take his hand in yours

"The heads are supposed to be the same size but I guess it would have messed up the balancing of the statue so they used small sized heads"

"Okay that makes sense but what are we here for" Sam crosses his arms and winces as a screaming child runs by him "And why are we not on the quinjet and half way to New York by now?"

It was a simple reckon mission to check up on the anonymous tip of a possible Hydra base in a small village in North India.

It was just gonna be the Soldier Trio but you gotten really excited when you learned they were going to your home country and decided to join them.

Seeing as it was just a reckon for an anonymous tip that was mailed to Tony and because they really didn't think it would turn out to be anything, Steve had agreed for you to join them on the condition that you stay at the hotel while they finish their job.

The simple mission did turn into a full fledged fight when the base actually did have a fully functioning Hydra facility and one of their guys in civilian clothes recognized Steve and issued a warning. It took hours to take them down with the help from the Indian Army and Thankfully, there were no civilian casualties.

Steve had stopped the rest of the Avengers from getting their as the fight was almost over by the time they got the news and there was no use for them to travel all the way across the world for nothing and so they stayed.

Following that was a stay at an Army hospital where Sam got treated for a broken nose and several severe wounds across his body while Steve and Bucky were pretty much healed completely by the time they got to the hospital.

You had been safe and sound when Steve had rushed to your hotel room in Delhi in panic only to find you watching the news in fear and trying to get in contact. After all this time with the Avengers you knew better than to leave the hotel.

After a teary reunion and you having completely examined him for injuries and kissing the hell out of him, you spent the rest of the week in the hospital, looking over Sam.

Following that was an entire week of diplomatic meetings in New Delhi, explaining to the government officials why a simple reckon turned into the destruction that it did and the presence of Hydra, their aim and all the other stuff that was out of your expertise and so you let it go.

You were the Avengers'' doctor, not an Avenger and sitting alone while the team deals with these things is something you are used to.

So seeing all this you could understand why Sam would be desperate to go home and just sleep for a whole month but when you were on the way to the airport and saw a Rawan statue on the way, there was no way you would have gotten on the plane. Especially when you googled it and realized Dussehra was today.

"We are here because its Dussehra Sam!" You exclaim, your mouth slips in a huge grin as you feel the warmth that always comes with celebrating festivals at home.

"You already said that Y/n" He grits his teeth and you make a face at him

"Its a festival. Don't you think its faith that I'm here and we're free, exactly on Dussehra?"

"I really don't"

"You should" You straighten up the kurta that you had purchased at one of the stores on the way in your festival excitement. Once who had learned you actually were home on Dussehra for the first time in 3 years, there was no stopping you from going all out and buying an Indian outfit from the first store you could find.

It was a dark green 3/4th sleeve Kurta that ran down to just below your knee. It was quiet modest the little fake buttons running down the middle from the closed collar. It was had simple golden design all through it and you had paired it with a designed palazzo that you had honestly fallen in love with.

(I’m really bad at this description. Sorry)

Before Sam can but in with another comment you motion towards a corner of the park and lead Steve by hand, which he does not resist. You know Sam and Bucky will follow close behind.

When you reach a less crowded corner where you are a little away from the crowd and still have a view of the statues you sit down on the grass, pulling Steve's hand to pull him down with you.

"We really need to sit on the ground?" He asks, clearly knowing the answer

"Its grass Steve and I've seen you in proximity of way worse things like Alien blood and and Hydra goons" You chastise and Steve sighs

Bucky quietly sits down in front of you, patting your shoulder with his metal hand that is disguised with some advance SHEILD tech, before settling down and crossing his legs

"I love that you keep Hydra goons and Alien goo at the same level of gross"

You just shrug as Sam sighs and sits down too and Steve is left with no other option but to follow. The four of you sit around in a small circle with your legs crossed.

"Yeah so Dussehra" You rub your hands together "I did not want to have to scream for Sam in all that noise"

You refer to the loud, screaming children that were making it hard to talk at the place that you guys previously stood at.

"What do you mean for Sam?"

"We got super hearing Pal, we can hear her even if she whispers" Steve squeezes his shoulder and Sam swats his hand away, licking quickly at the corner of his ice cream that starts to melt and fall down.

"Yeah so whatever" You pull the attention back to yourself

"Today is Dussehra" You start to explain "It is the Hindu festival that signifies the victory of good over evil.

See years ago Lord Ram was the King of Ayodhya, he is one of the human birth of Lord Vishnu, one of the three major Hindu gods. And he was sent on a 14 year exile because of a promise his father made to his step mother"

"She a villain?" Sam buts in and you shake your head

"She loved him like her own son. Lord Ram had two step mothers Kaikeyi and Sumitra and his birth mother was Kausalya. He was the son of King Dasharath and he had three brothers Laxman, Bharat and Shatrugan. They were a very close knit family"

"Then why did she send him on an exile?"

"She got carried away. My mom always says that it was the part that she had to play to take Lord Ram to his destiny. He was God, he was supposed to accomplish the mission he had for this birth and Kaikeyi was an important part of that. She regretted her choice and tried to make it better but Ram declined. But that is a story for Diwali. I will tell you then."

"Okay" Steve takes your hand in his and prompts you to narrate the story further. Sam and Bucky looking at you in interest

You take long, deep breath and continue

"Yeah so during his exile, his wife Sita ji and his brother Laxman accompanied him through his journey in the forests. One day his brother had an altercation with King Rawan's sister and cut her nose"

"He what?"

"Yeah, she survived, never understood the logistics of it but she survived and returned to her brother and to avenge his sister and because he was evil he decided to kidnap Lord Ram's wife Sita who was the human birth of goddess Laxmi, the wife to lord Vishnu"

"The one Ram is the human form of?" Bucky asks trying to keep up and you nod

"Yes. So he fools Sita, making her think he was an innocent Sadhu asking for food and then abducted her and took her to Lanka and then after a 10 month long hunt and help from several people he found on the way, he finally discovers Lanka and kills Rawan."

"10 months??" Sam exclaims and you nod

"No one knew where Lanka was at the time, Lord Ram had assembled an Army of half humans and half monkeys who helped him in search"

"Half monkeys" A hint of a smile takes over Bucky;s face but you just nod

"Its so interesting because I was talking to my father once and we figured that the descriptions of the Half monkeys or the vanar sena matches that of the primitive man so my father had said that it could mean that was the time we were transitioning from that form to this form and thus there were both forms existing simultaneously"

"Wow. But that is not part of the story?"

"Its not clearly stated but my father and I really did wonder about it a lot and it makes sense."

"Okay?" Bucky nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows together in understanding

"And Lanka meaning Sri Lanka?" Steve asks and you nod

"Yes, he was the King of Lanka, present day Sri Lanka and that may also be the reason it took them so long to find Lanka, it was an island in the south. They did not know anything about it"

"Wow. Okay I think I get it a little bit" Sam nods his head "So one of those dude is Rawan?" You nod "and the others?"

"The middle one is Rawan, the other two are his brother Kumbhkaran and his son Meghnath, they were one of the key helpers of Rawan but that is a story for another time"

The collective nods of all three of their head tells you that their minds have exhausted their capacity and you giggle at the thought and look back at the people that have started to prepare for the ceremony, if you can call it that

"They are gonna burn the statues one by one, the last one being Rawan. This ceremony signifies, Lord Ram's victory of good over evil"

"And the 10 heads?"

"Rawan had 10 heads, it was part of a blessing he had earned from Lord Shiva after years of hard worshiping. When Ram tried to kill Rawan, he tried to shoot arrows at his head but they would just re-emerge until Rawan's other brother, Vibhishan who had decided to support good and had thus betrayed his brother told Lord Ram to aim at his stomach."

"And he died?"

"Yes" you grin "Tale as old as time. Victory of good over evil"

Sam sits up straight from where he was completely crouched, a little stick in his hand, now that he had eaten all the ice cream from it.

"Well okay, nice story" he runs his tongue across his lips and looks up at the big statues and the now busy crowd "When are they gonna- you know?" he wiggles his fingers trying to imitate the gracious dance of the fire

By the time you had finished your story, a the crowd had doubled. From the corner of your eye, you could see the people that were preparing to roll up a newspaper

"You see them" You point at the group of men and three pairs of eyes follow your motion "Those people over there with the rolled up paper? They are gonna light fire on the paper and then place in on the statues that have been filled with inflammables"

"Oh okay"

You guys sit in silence for a while as the announcement that the function is starting is made, from your position in the far end, it is very easy to have a perfect glimpse of the festivities and so you four sit there with Sam and Bucky who were previously facing you have turned their backs on you as they face the other side.

You sit besides Steve, your shoulders touching and your hand in his but still maintaining a respectful distance as is appreciated in this place.

"After everything that the trip brought" Steve whispers in your ear, not taking his eyes off the man that starts to light up the statue of Meghnath, it takes a while before the flame catches up and the statue quickly starts to catch fire and everyone starts moving farther away "I'm glad you could have this"

He squeezes your hand lightly and you turn to look his way

"Thankyou for letting me tag along with you guys"

"I'm always glad to have you around doll" A small curve takes his lips as people scream in joy when the statue starts to completely burn and they start to light up the Kumbhkaran statue "Though I would prefer trips where I'm not worried about Hydra getting to you"

You bite your lower lip as the loud sound of crackers that had been tied inside the statue start to burst

"God its been so long since things have been so loud around me. God I missed it"

Steve throws his head back and laughs before shaking his head

"We can have our house as loud as you want"

You laugh at that

"Yeah, no I think the sound pollution is only good when given in small doses"

"We have have whatever you want in our home"

“okay...?” you shoot him a skeptical look as he grins

"Why are you not getting it?" he asks

A loud cheer comes from in front of you as they start to finally light up Rawan

"Getting what?"

"I'm asking you something"

"There was no question Steven" You are now extremely confused

"Well fine" He huffs and looks around to make sure no one is looking and takes both your hands in his as he takes your attention to him "I'm trying to talk about building our life together"

"We already live together"

"Yeah and that's the best thing that ever happened to me"

You smile

"Okay...?"

The loud noise of crackers booms from the front as people scream in excitement

"Y/n, my love" he starts, staring deep into your eyes "When I was pulled out of that frozen state and been told that I slept for almost 70 years and everyone and everything I knew was gone, I never thought I would have a reason"

He stops to take a deep breath and you feel your heart quicken in its speed

"A reason to want to stay you know? I went through the motions, did what was considered right for the world, fought the fight that needed to be fought but I was just going through the motions. Doing what I thought I needed to do. Doing what may very well be the reason I woke up now right? Because everything happens for a reason right?

And I thought my reason was this. To discover Hydra' presence in SHEILD, fight off freaking Aliens and every Avenger thing that I did and still do. It was all I had except for my friends but even that felt hallow like they were only my co-workers even after I found Bucky, there was something missing. It wasn't until I met you that I started loving life. I have never done that. Even in the forties, I had hated myself, dreaded the next day and that is what I was doing now but Y/n my love, you slammed your way into my life and unknowingly broke down every single wall that I had built. And I love you for that and for the amazing, brilliant, smart, beautiful, kind, lovely person that you are and so so much more my love-"

"Steve" You whisper, tears freely falling down your eyes and even through the explosion of voices around you, you know he hears your whispers just like every other voice around you is muted except for his

"Y/n" he whispers back and you barely make it out on the shape of his lips

"Y/n I have been waiting for the right moment since forever ago and I even went the traditional route and got your mothers' permission and since then I've been waiting and waiting but I just couldn’t find the right moment"

"Steve"

"Right now, in this exact moment, this exact second of time, I think I realize that every moment I have with you is perfect. There is no the perfect moment because everyone I have with you is perfect"

"Steve"

"So Y/n L/n, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man on earth?"

"I- Steve"

A second of stutter in your voice and Steve feels his heart stop. What the hell did he do. You didn’t want this. You were not ready. He should not have done this here. He should not have spoiled this day for you. He should have waited. He should have the ring.

"I'm sorry but the ring is this secret safe in the house and I never thought it would happen like this but I promise to give it to you the moment we land in New York if you say yes that is and its okay if you don’t” He starts blabbering, his fear taking over his tongue “Its okay if you say no. I can live with that. Its fine. No hard feelings. I-”

“Shut up” you scream and he goes silent before looking around, noticing how people move away from the smoke coming off the burning statues and get closer to where the four of you sit

“I would have kissed you right now but I don’t think that would be appropriate in this setting” You tease pointing at the group of kids that are starting at the group of you suspiciously and Steve checks his mask just to make sure its still working

“Are you?”

“Saying yes?” you bite your lip “Maybe? I don’t know. Give me the ring and maybe you’ll get an answer.”

You push yourself up from the ground, patting his shoulder one last time, saying something about checking where you guys could have dinner around here, leaving him dumb founded and confused.

“You know she said yes right?” Bucky asks as he stands up too, offering a hand to Steve to help him stand. He then offers his hand to Sam who takes it but falls on his butt when Bucky pulls him up and then leaves his hand promptly.

“She did?” Steve asks still confused.

“You were the one who said you loved her horrible jokes man” Sam says, massaging his back to relieve some pain he had gotten after his fall, punching Bucky on the shoulder which has zero effect on the super soldier and then he is following after you

“Come on Punk, I was promised food” Bucky follows right behind Sam, leaving behind a very confused Steve with a group of kids that have closed in on him

Before he can understand what is happening, one of the kids blocks his way

“Are you Captain America?”

And now Steve really is speechless.

---- THE END ----

Sorry if this felt like a rushed ending but my brain had stopped working.

@fangirl-swagg Thankyou for encouraging me to just write it. I would have quit half way through if it wasn’t for your enthusiasm.

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.11

a/n: some well deserved fluff-of-some-sorts and yes surprise upload :)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, fluff(?)

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito @meximorrita

The night had now settled and you were laying in bed. Scrolling through some news articles about any reported fires or small crimes that might lead to the Fukuo Kai. Your thumb merely brushed your phone past all the reports. This had been going on for almost an hour. Sure that nothing was worth noting, your eyes landed on to the green bomber jacket.

“Does it still smell like him?” Blinking your thoughts into existence, you dragged your body out of bed. Tiptoeing to reach the jacket, you had to hop a bit to grasp on to it. Still not accustomed to its weight, the jacket flopped to your face. The fragrance still there. “Holy shit. Wow.”

Walking back to your bed, you sat down and began to feel the material. It felt like a normal jacket even the purple fur felt no different than what you owned. A thought entered your mind. Turning the lights on, you wore the jacket and skipped to your mirror. Giggling at how large the jacket was, you zipped it up and wore the hood as well.

Grabbing your phone, you took a selfie. One where you hid your face behind your phone, the purple fur framing your head, and your fingers peeking through the sleeves; Making a peace sign. Your pyjama shorts barely showed.

Walking backwards, your kneepits hit the edge of your bed causing you to tumble onto the springy mattress. A playful smile resting on your face. It was hella unprofessional but he was a villain. He wouldn’t mind right? Of course he would.

Checking the time, it was still 11pm. Clicking send, you waited for his response. Not that you were expecting something but, he always managed to surprise you. Just as you were about to put your phone down, your phone vibrated.

Sitting up straight, you tightened your jaw in an attempt to contain a grin.

Birdman: Garbage wearing garbage. Can you get any lower than that?

You: Mean :(

Birdman: What else did you expect?

You: Perhaps a picture in return?

Birdman: No.

Unzipping the jacket, you tucked yourself back into bed. You could feel heat traveling to your cheeks but merely dismissed it as the air conditioning messing up your body temperature. Inhaling his scent, you began to read the exchange of messages you two had. Barely any messages but it was enough to make you feel giddy.

Stretching your limbs, you groaned at forgetting to turn the lights off. Standing up once more, your feet dragged across the carpeted floor till the orange and yellow lights softly illuminated your room. Now that you were back in your bed, you got into a comfortable position and slowly drifted off to sleep.

That is till your phone buzzed. Reaching for it with your eyes closed, you unlocked it and your eyes widened.

What met your eyes was a picture the Birdman sent himself. His molten gold eyes ever so intoxicating, his right brow cocked upwards, and his auburn hair a bit messier than normal. There was something wrong with the picture but you couldn’t tell what it was. His hands were free from the latex gloves and his smooth cheek peeked--

“Wait…” Realizing that it was simply his hand covering the half of his face, your hands began to tremble. Losing the grip you had on your phone, the device landed straight on your nose. Rubbing your nose, you groaned and tried to ease the pain.

“Problem child?” His voice broke the silence of your room. Your head jerked to your phone. Your god damn nose must’ve hit the call button when it fell. Not sure what to do, you considered the action of ending the call. No. You had pride.

“Sorry. My phone fell and pressed call.” You apologized. Heartbeat banging loudly in your eardrums.

“When will you learn?” His voice wasn’t muffled, even over the line. “Get some sleep. I shall see you tomorrow.”

“Hey, Birdman. I have a question.”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to answer it though. And, this is off the record.” Were you really going to invade his privacy? You two had just exchanged pictures so the line had already been crossed. Either that or you were just sleepy. “Yeah, nevermind. Forget I asked.”

On the other line, Overhaul already knew what you wanted to ask. It was as clear as the disinfectant in front of him. Still, you didn’t force him so why should he bother. If you knew him as ‘Birdman’ then so be it.

“Suit yourself.” Waiting for your response, all he could hear was your breathing. This would have to be the first time someone had the audacity to fall asleep while on the phone with him. Shaking his head, Overhaul decided to end the call. But he still chose to say: “Good night, (Y/N).”

The morning now arrived and you woke up smelling faintly of expensive perfume. Taking his jacket off, you neatly folded it and placed it on the empty side of the bed. Checking for any notifications or email, you had received 5 and the day had only just begun. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up and began the day.

In the blink of an eye, you were now seated in your desk. Adjusting your schedule since Burnin had managed to clear a slot for you 4 days from now. Everything was going smoothly till your nose picked up an unfamiliar scent. Roses but with small notes of leather? Pivoting your chair, you swallowed your saliva when you were met with the chief.

Dragging the empty chair next to you, he sat down and placed a cup of coffee on your table. A small note attached to the side not facing you made you squint your eyes.

“A coffee a day, melts your heart away.” He greeted you.

“Yeah. That’s not how the saying goes.” Eyeing the coffee, you forced a smile. “I already had my daily dose but thank you for the thought.”

Patting your back followed by a squeeze to the shoulder, he stood up and left you. As he walked towards his office, you turned the cup and cringed at the note he had written. In his iconic scribbly penmanship, he wrote down: ‘For my sweetcheeks. Think of me when you sip this.’

Turning on your selective sight, you turned the cup once more. Choosing to believe that the note had never existed.

Glancing at the clock, it was now 15 minutes till 10.

The Shie Hassaikai base would take 30 minutes from where you were. Still needing to buy an earpiece, you packed your things and made your way to the nearest electronics store. The stop was quick and smooth, thankfully.

Now inside your car, pulling the sun visor down, you checked your reflection to see if you were presentable. Immediately grabbing a lipstick, you added color to your pale face and began the drive.

Walking down the dark hallways, you stared at the raincoat wearing man in front of you. The area wasn’t that cold so it must’ve been hot underneath that material. It was rather tempting to fake a trip and tug his hood down but you wanted to live so you chose not to.

“He’s in here.” He opened the door for you.

Inside the room, you were met with Overhaul. One second of seeing him and your heart quickly began to pick up its speed. The way his eyes followed your every movement made you want to curl into a fetus and fangirl scream but staring games were fun. Eye contact was made till you sat on the sofa across him.

“Shall we get started?”

Taking the box from your bag, you placed it on the table and set the device up. When everything was ready, you were about to hand over the earpiece but stopped midway. Overhaul observed as you rummaged through your bag and took out a pair of latex gloves.

“Mocking me now?” He commented.

“Of course not.” You took the earpiece and handed it to his open palm. “I just thought that you wouldn’t want to touch my palm.”

Wearing the earpiece, you were able to connect the device and confirmed that he could hear the prompt that it was connected. Now it was time for the real deal. Taking the earpiece off, you watched as he overhauled his glove along with the device. Looking at your phone, the connection was now disconnected.

“Give it a few minutes just to be sure.” You instructed. Not wanting to have any dead air, you began a conversation. “You’re not wearing the plague mask today.”

“Lunch was planned for today and all my tasks are indoors. I see no need to wear it as of the moment.” He intertwined his fingers and leaned on to the chair. Resting his head on the back of the sofa, your eyes fell down to his neck. When he faced you once more, you noticed a small scar on his forehead.

“You got injured?” You had failed to see that in the picture he had sent.

“I met up with the League of Villains yesterday.” The slight twitch in his eye made you wish you hadn’t asked. “Things escalated hence the small reminder of that day.”

“Intimidation? From that small thing?” Your voice laced with teasing.

“I lived to tell the tale and destroyed 2 of their pawns.” He eyed your reaction to which he couldn’t tell what they were. Your guard was up but he was somehow thankful it was. Looking at his palm, he restored the device along with his glove. Staring back at you, he wore the earpiece once more as you tried to check if the device worked.

“It works.” You kept your phone and told him to keep the device. “Now, onto the real business. Where’s the food?”

“Mimic.” He called for one of his minions. The door opened and the small creature came with a trolley of a full on meal. A paper bag was there as well that had the logo of where your favorite food comes from. Chrono came in as well to help set the food. Once everything was set, the two of them left.

The food he had brought was enough for a mukbang. An expensive set of washoku was set in front of you. In your mind, you took note that perhaps Overhaul liked traditional Japanese food. Both of you said itadakimasu and he motioned for you to start eating.

Grabbing the bowl of rice, you began to attack the tempura. The juiciness of the shrimp was amazing and you could tell that this was ordered from a very expensive restaurant. Wanting to try some sushi, your chopsticks held on to a piece of temaki. The burst of delicate flavors made you shut your eyes to fully savor the taste.

Overhaul simply stared at how you attacked the food. Finding it rather amusing, he reached for a shrimp nigiri and munched on it.

“If you constantly have this for lunch, fit me into your schedule~” You thought out loud. Eyes still focused on the food.

“Don’t get used to it.” He replied and took a sip of his water.

“Mean.” You tore your gaze from the food and caught your breath. The man sitting across from you was in the middle of putting his glass down. The food you were currently chewing lost all its flavor. It almost felt as if some cheesy song played in the background while the world around you slowly began to move in slow motion. Feeling your jaw about to drop, you immediately caught it and swallowed the bland food.

“Are you enjoying the meal?” He asked. His canary yellow eyes staring at you.

“Yeah. The food is really hot.” You could feel your cheeks gathering heat. It was not helping one bit that the face you were so used to seeing partially covered was now fully exposed and smirking at your statement. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe till you took in a deep breath.

“The meeting with the Fukuo Kai will take place in 5 days.” He informed you. Overhaul kept on sharing information about the case but your ears failed you. All your mind focused on was how this villain was hiding such a pretty face under the mask. He stopped talking and noticed how you were staring intensely at him. Saying your name, he was only met with a nod. “Let’s have dinner the night before to finalize your plans.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Problem child.”

“Absolutely.” The way his lips moved to say those words were enough to make you awestruck.

“Chisaki Kai.” He wanted to test just how zoned out you were.

“Whut?” Realizing that you had zoned out for too long. You shook your head and snapped back to reality. Somehow, the information he had stated a while made it to your brain save for one. “ Chisaki Kai? Is that a new gang of yakuza?”

Face palming at your remark, he ushered you to continue eating. Perhaps taking his mask off was a wrong move. But, the redness of your cheek and how you were a mess was something he liked. Something he’d like to see more often if given the chance. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d have all the chances in the world. He would be the one to make them.

“Hurry and finish eating.” He instructed. “I still have tasks waiting for me.”

“Fine, Chisaki.” For once, you caught him off guard. Giving him a wink, you somehow survived long enough before burying your face in food once more. Just in time for your cheeks to flush even more.

“Well played, Problem child.”

Chrono and Mimic were on stand by outside the room. Simply chatting about what might be happening. The door suddenly opened and they stood in attention, their heads followed as their boss led you down the halls himself. Not sure what to do, the two of them followed suit.

Observing how his boss walked you all the way to your car was a sight he would forever relish. A mere seconds out without his mask, he would’ve complained about the filthiness surrounding him. Yet, he was still staring at THE Overhaul sending a girl to her car. For a moment, his mind went back to the old days.

Once your car was out of view, Chrono was now walking side by side with him. Both of them on their way to the laboratory. The mask now back on hiding his features.

“Kai.” If he would die here and then, it would be worth it. Overhaul stared at his right hand man in the corners of his eye. Giving him permission to speak. Not expecting the reaction, he had to shake his head a bit to remember his next statement. “You showed her your face.”

“You were right, Kurono. She has peaked my interest.”

Meanwhile, as you were driving your way back to the precinct, your finger tapped on the wheel as you waited for Gei to answer.

“Yas bibi? What can I do?” Gei answered after a while.

“You were right…”

“I know I am. But about what exactly?”

“He really is a 5 star Michellin meal served in the finest China the world can offer.” You wailed.

“OH GLORY OF QUEEN TODRICK. SPILL!”

You were about to say that you saw his face but another call was trying to connect. Putting Gei on hold for a while, your ears were met with the chief’s.

“Drop by my office. Now.”

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hellcaster901 · 4 years

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The Wedding pt 5

Summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: smut. Full of smut

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the positive feed back on my story! I just celebrated my 20th birthday and decided that posting a new part was a good way to celebrate with you readers!! And again thank you so much and if you ever want to be on the tag list for future parts, let me know! Happy readings! stay safe, stay home, and have a great time in quarantine!

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I groaned, turning my head away from the light, twisting to my side. A harsh, deep groan woke me up, my head shooting up as I saw Negan still under me, my elbow digging into his side. “Jesus woman.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry.” I yawn, grabbing the back of the couch, lifting myself up. We both groaned, the weight of my body leaving his, and my back screaming at me for staying in such a position for so long. I rubbed at my eyes, arching my back as I heard a few pops. “Jesus.” I mumbled under my breath. I glanced over at Negan, eyes still shut, but a small smile on his face. “What’s the look for?” I whispered, poking his thigh. He opened one eye looking at me, not saying a word. “What?” I whined, dropping my hand to my side, my vision blurry as it adjusted to the light.

“Nothing.” He mumbled, lifting his arm and resting his head on it. “Just didn't know someone could be even prettier in the morning.” He grinned. I felt the blush grow on my cheeks, his grin widened. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, rolling my eyes once again at him.

“Don’t be cheesy.” I snipped. “I’m surprised my eyes haven’t fallen out with how much I roll them at you.” I added, that grin turning into a whole smile, a few chuckles leaving his mouth.

“Just calling them how I see them, darling.” Shaking my head, I twisted between his legs, my back against the cushions, his leg stuck between me and the couch. He didn’t seem to mind, if anything, he almost looked happy I was making myself comfortable. I reached for my phone from the coffee table.

No texts or calls from Adam.

But 10 texts from Mary and 10 calls.

I groaned, tapping on her number. “Give me a second.” I whispered to Negan, the cold screen sending chills down my back as I placed it on my phone. I barely registered the fact Negan had his hand on his thigh near mine, his fingers rubbing small circles against the fabric of the sweatpants he gave me.

“Y/N? What the hell??” I knew I woke her up, but the panic in her voice gave me enough indication I really woke her up.

“Mary! Calm down, I’m fine. I fell asleep last night, I’m so sorry I didn’t return any of your calls or texts.” I mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Negan as I pushed myself up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. I barely realized that Bear followed me, until I turned around, and saw the big fluff ball standing there. “Look, I just fell asleep last night.”

“You spent the night?” She shrieked, “At Negan’s?”

“I know! I know!” I exclaimed. “It just happened, we were talking and it just turned into us sleeping.”

“Did you sleep in his bed? What did you talk about? How nice is his place? Is he planning on taking you away from everything?” One question after another spewed from her mouth.

“Mary, I’m still at his place. Let me figure out what’s going on and we can talk later, okay?” She sighed, agreeing with me. With a quick bye she hung up the phone. I looked back down at Bear as he excitedly sat there, tail wagging at me, a big grin on his face. “What do you want?” I asked him, bending down and scratching his ear. He stepped closer to me, realizing that I was talking to him this time. He sped from his spot in front me, running to the clear door, hoping from one foot to the other. With a small laugh I unlocked the door, pulling it open and seeing him book it.

“Is everything okay?” I glanced over my shoulder, Negan leaning against the walkthrough, eyes staring intensely at me.

“Oh, with Mary?” I raised an eyebrow, “yeah, she was worried. Didn’t text her back. She thought you murdered me or something.” I joked, waving a hand. He chuckled, coming up to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me close.

“I gotta say,” He started, his deep voice sending shivers through my body, “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman like you.” He smirked. I pushed on his chest, his arms coming loose from my waist, a smile on both our lips.

“If you think sweetening my up is the way to go to get in my pants, you gotta work a whole lot harder.” I teased, a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length away. In a flash he grabbed my wrist, tugging me to him again, a tighter arm around my waist this time, keeping me to his chest.

“How much harder do I gotta work, darling?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing along my ear lobe, goosebumps rising on my skin. My breaths came out chopped, my knees were practically noodles, I’m sure if he let me go I’d drop in a puddle right at his feet. He pulled me closer, his bulge rubbing against my hip. Just the thought of getting him back in me got me dizzy. “Cause just from whispering to you, I got you like putty in my hand.” I wanted to slap him for being so cocky, but he was right. This man didn’t have to do a lot to get me worked up. I was ready to jump this man’s bones, ready to knock him to the ground and ride him like I was some buckle bunny at a Rodeo, but he released my wrist, letting go of my waist as he walked around me. I stood there speechless as he opened the door, letting Bear in, looking back at me like nothing happened. “Whatcha want for breakfast?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

“You suck.” I hissed, crossing my arms. He only shrugged, stepping a bit closer. I closed the distance between us, grabbing his shirt and tugging him down to me, our lips crashing in a heated battle. It was like a switch flipped, hands were everywhere, not caring about anything else in the house. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in months and we finally got to see one another. It was a desperate feeling, and god I loved it.

He was like an animal as he took me, taking what he wanted from my body, not caring about leaving marks for Adam to see, not caring if my fiancé saw the bruises or hickeys he left on me. He ripped the shirt off my body, tossing it to the ground. He stared down at my exposed chest with hunger. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” He moaned, watching my nipples harden against the cool breeze, my body reacting to every little thing. “I can’t wait to fill that pussy.” He growled, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me again. It was a passion I’ve never experienced, the way he handled me. He knew I wasn’t going to break, but he was willing to get me to my breaking point.

I grabbed at the waistband of his sweats, tugging at the material teasingly, letting my hand roam up his chest, his shirt bunching around my arms. He reached behind him, tugging the shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling him flex under my hands. “Jeez.” I whispered under my breath, gliding my hands back to his sweats. His breath hitched, his body tensing under my hands as I slipping a finger under the band, gliding along the elastic, teasing him.

“Jesus Y/N, do something.” He groaned, impatience taking over him. I gave him a teasing giggle, hooking my other finger into the sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down his hips. The clothes pooled at his feet, his cock springing forward, red and pulsing, ready to feel my walls clamp around him. I wrapped a hand around his length earning myself a low moan as I pumped him, the soft skin slipping against my hand.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered, looking up at him. That shit-eating grin was on his face again, quickly replaced with pleasure as I squeezed my hand around his cock. “What do you want?” I whispered to him, my thumb collecting some precum from his swollen tip. With a nasty smirk I brought my thumb to my mouth, licking the salty liquid. His jaw dropped watching me enjoy the taste. I really did, deciding whether I should keep teasing him or get down on my knees and get him to cum in my mouth.

“I want it all.” He smirked, grabbing at my sweats, harshly tugging them down my legs. I watched as he got down on his knees, hands on my hips, fingers playing with my underwear, I watched speechless as he hooked two fingers into my underwear, tugging the material down my chubby legs. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned, his hands making their way back up my legs. It took everything in my body not to grab his head and shove him towards my pussy. I knew I had to be patient, I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

He hooked his hand behind one of my knees, lifting my leg and resting it on his shoulder, my thigh acting as one half of ear muffins as he helped himself to my honey pot. He wasted no time feasting on me, licking a bold stripe up my lips. “Negan!” I gasped, throwing my head back, a hand finding its way to his hair, tugging on the short strands as he ate my pussy like he was a starving man. He moaned against me, the vibrations sending waves through my body, clenching my thigh against his head. “I’m sorry.” I whimpered, not really sure what I was apologizing about. The fact he’s giving thigh clenching good head, or the fact I was a bitch in heat as he eats me out.

His tongue swirled around my clit, my hips bucking against his face as he grabbed my hip, pushing me against the counter. “Stop moving.” He mumbled against me, a small whimper leaving my lips. I was on cloud 9 as he swirled his tongue around my clit, moaning at the right times to send chills down my back as he ate me like I was his last meal. It was almost too much as my thighs shook, my heel digging into his back, my leg wrapping around his head, pulling him even closer. Any sane person would’ve politely pulled away, needing a minute to breath, but this man devoured me, letting me shove him closer to my heat, letting me grind my hips against his face. He was there for my pleasure, and my pleasure only. I tangled a hand into his hair, pulling at the roots, my hands clenching his hair tighter as I felt the tight knot in my stomach, the chills running down my back as it grew closer and closer to exploding.

“Negan!” A high pitched gasp left my mouth as he wrapped his mouth around my clit one more time before the dam broke, my legs shaking as I came on his mouth, my tightly shut, my mouth a small ‘o’ as I let my orgasm wash over me. I’m sure I sounded like a damn porn star as I moaned and whined under him, the fact that he made me like this was enough to make me dizzy, much less that the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me did just that.

He pulled back with a cocky grin, grabbing my thighs as he stood. I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything as I pulled him close, closing the distance and tasting my cum on his tongue. The tangy taste washing over my taste buds, only making me wetter.

He grabbed a hold of my hips, lifting me up onto the countertop, the cold material making me yelp in surprise. No time was wasted as he felt up my body, grabbing every curve, touching every nook and cranny he could, almost mesmerizing my body. His lips followed his hands, kissing down my neck, to my shoulders, down my chest. I gasped when his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue flicking at the hardening nub, his other hand coming up and massaging my other breast. “Jesus Negan.” I moaned, looking down at him as he relished in my body, taking everything I was willing to give him. And let’s be honest, there wasn’t a lot I wasn’t giving him. “Don’t stop.” I whined, watching as he smiled against my breast, looking up at me with lust. He pulled back with a sloppy ‘pop’, grabbing the back of my knees and lifting. Spreading me wider for his greedy eyes. As he stared down at me, all I could think of was that night in the bathroom, the same passion he was giving me that night, I was getting here. That he could not get enough of me.

I snaked a hand between us, wrapping my small hand around his hardened length. He moaned slowly, watching as I pumped him a few times before tugging him a little closer. He happily obliged, watching as I began to tease myself, rubbing the tip of his cock against my soaked folds, gathering my cum on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, his cock twitching as I rubbed it against my clit. I was teasing both of us, knowing if I had the chance I’d jump this man’s bones and fuck him until I couldn’t walk. But I wanted to savor this, I wanted this to last.

With an innocent look up at him, I guided his cock to my entrance, watching his face as he watched his cock slowly push into me. There was no way I could ever get used to his cock, the girth of him was enough to make any girl nervous about fucking him.

I gasped as he held the back of my knees, spreading me even wider as he buried himself in my heat, my breathing picking up as he watched himself stretch me open. With a satisfied groan, he buried himself completely in me, balls deep as he moved his hands down my thighs to my waist, my legs locking around his waist. I wrapped an arm around his neck, my other hand grabbing the edge of the counter, grounding myself as he stayed still, preparing myself. “What are you waiting for?” I whispered to him, smiling against his ear as I peppered small kisses along his jawline.

“You’re so tight.” He moaned, a gasp leaving his lips as I tightened around him. “Gotta give me a second not to bust right now.” I giggled against him, his hands grabbing my waist tighter. It was almost like it was a completely different person that lifted his head, staring down at me with a look in his eyes I haven’t seen before, admiring me.

“What?” I whispered, a blush rising on my neck. It was ridiculous to be blushing at him staring when his cock was literally in me. He gave me a small sweet smile, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was slow, filled with passion, making my legs even weaker. I didn’t think it was possible for any man to make me feel this way. The passion, the want, the sex. It was every girl’s dream. He kissed me slowly, moving slowly against me. He pulled out softly, letting me get used to him again. Like I wasn’t already acquainted with this part of him. “You won’t break me.” I whispered against his mouth, weaving my fingers into his hair. He smirked against my lips, dragging his cock slowly out of me, leaving the tip.

“I won’t?” He whispered back, watching my reaction as I lifted my hips, wanting more of him. I shook my head, basically begging this man to take me like I was the last woman on earth. God, I really felt like it. “Use your words.” He whispered again, slowly pushing back in, before taking it away again.

“You won’t Negan.” I shuddered, needing more of him. “I need you.” With an animalistic growl he plunged into me, taking me with force. A loud gasp let my plump lips as he rammed into me. His thick cock stretching me open. When I told him he wasn’t going to break me, he took it and ran with it. My fingers tighten in his hair, my other hand gripping onto his forearm as he pounds me, grunts and moans leaving him as he feels me tighten. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me even harder against him as we moved together. My hips grinding against him as he thrusted into me, our movements being exactly what we needed for each other. My ass at the edge of the counter, Negan holding onto me for dear life as we screwed each other “Jesus Christ” I gasped as he tugged me off the counter, his hands slipping down my body to the back of my thighs. I held onto his shoulders, gasping as he walked with me in his arms, his cock still fully in me. “What are you doing?” I giggled, squeezing my thighs around his waist harder.

“Getting you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered in my ear. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the couch come into view. Negan turned around, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap. A smug grin was on his face as he watched me get comfortable on top of him. His hands squeezed the back of my thighs, watching as I pushed some hair over my shoulder. I leaned down, our lips meeting halfway as I arched my back, his cock slipping from my heat slowly, both of us moaning into our kiss. I started moving, bringing my hips up and back down, my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced on him. It sounded like a damn porn in here as I rode him. HIs hands found their way back to my waist, helping me, guiding me and pulling me back down harder onto him. “Fuck Y/N” He growled, throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling. I duck down, kissing up his neck to his jawline, steading myself on his chest. “You’re so fucking good at this.” Negan moaned, my head lifting and our eyes meeting. “My own porn star.” He smirked. Before I could even say anything he flipped us over, my back hitting the cushions, his cock slipping out as he grabbed my thighs, bringing them to my chest. I groaned at the stretch from my thighs, looking up at Negan as he grabbed his cock, rubbing it through my soaked folds. Without being told I wrapped an arm around my knees, holding them to me as his hand grabbed the back of my thigh.

“Oh my god.” I moaned, closing my eyes, just letting the feeling of his cock tapping against my clit wash over me. Again, if I died now, I’d be happy.

“You want this?” My eyes cracked open, seeing Negan staring down at me as he held himself, positioning his cock at my entrance. I nodded, my mouth going dry at the thought of him inside me again. “Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow, “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” I was shocked at the statement that he said, my jaw basically dropping at it. He knew what this was, was just for fun. I knew that too, and the part of me that wish it was more was wanting to burst out and tell him everything about me was his, but I couldn’t. I’d only complicate things more.

“Negan I-”

“Tell me-” He cut me off, pushing the tip in slowly. “Who’s pussy is this?” I knew what the answer was, and it pained me that I knew what the answer was so quickly. But I kept my mouth shut, pissed but turned on that he brought it up. And he knew, I could see it in the smirk he had on his face when he saw I shut my mouth, refusing to answer his idiotic question. He knew that I liked it. With a sharp thrust he filled me up, a scream leaving me as my walls clenched around him. He fucked me hard and rough, holding my legs to my chest, hitting deeper and deeper in each thrust, not letting up. “Tell me Y/N.” He growled, the sound of slapping skin and moans filling my ears. “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” He was an animal as he used me for his pleasure, and as shameful as it is, I liked it. I shook my head, my legs shaking as my orgasm grew closer and closer. Negan noticed, using it to his advantage as his thumb found my clit, rubbing small but fast circles around the bundle of nerves. “Tell me.” He demanded, watching my facial expressions, the way my legs shook, waiting for me to cum. I shook my head, small whimpers leaving me.

“I’m gonna-” In a snap he stopped, taking his thumb away, stilling his movement, my orgasm inches away. “FUCK.” I yelled, frustration laced in my voice. “Negan please.” I begged.

“You know what you have to do.” He smirked, his thumb lightly tapping my clit, my hips bucking. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asked again, staring down at me, waiting for my answer. When I didn’t answer he rubbed at my clit a little harder, my walls clenching around him, my orgasm slowly building up again. “Tell me, and I’ll make you cum.” I knew the answer, we both did, I knew he did. But I knew he just wanted to hear it from me, have me say it out loud for both of us to know what really was going on here.

I bit down on my bottom lip hard, the taste of blood landing on my tongue as I bucked my hips against his hand, the sweet release only centimeters away now.

“I know how close you are, baby girl.” He smiled, leaning back on his legs, his cock slipping from my pussy, dragging a low groan from my chest. “You just gotta tell me.” he taunted. I needed this torture to end, and I needed to call Mary right after this. “Whose pussy does this belong to?”

“You Negan.” I yelled, my hands clenching the couch, my knuckles turning white. “You.” I whimpered, dropping my head to the cushion “Please please make me cum.” He happily did so. He thrusted back into me, his thumb working harder small circles on my clit.

“This is mine.” He growled, his thrust becoming irregular. “All mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours.” I cried, my stomach tightening. “Oh my god, it’s all yours.” It felt good finally saying it, letting it out. He held my thigh back, his thumb working on my clit, the knot in my stomach exploding. “FUCK.” I yelled, wondering if I ripped the cushions that I was holding on to, or if I popped something in my thighs from clenching them so hard. Either way, it was worth it. My walls clamped around his cock, begging for more, begging for his cum as his hips lost their pace.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, grabbing the back and my knees and spreading my legs apart, the angle deepening his thrust.

“In me.” I gasped at the new angle, my pussy throbbing from my climax. I watched Negan’s face as he stared down at where we connected, sweat building on his forehead as he worked himself in me, his stomach tightening as I felt him twitch in me. With a hard groan he released in me, his cum coating my walls in white as he pumped himself, filling me up once again. He fell on top of me, his forearms holding himself up from not crushing me, our heavy breathing fanning over each other, my legs pushed up to my chest once again as he caught his breath.

I began running the tips of my fingers along his back, staring from the top of his ass, to his shoulders and back down, calming both of us down as he took in what happened.

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Season 15 - Spoilers and Speculation

OKAY HI EVERYBODY GUESS WHO HAS BEEN SCREAMING OVER ON TWITTER FOR HALF AN HOUR!

There I was happily trying to watch the Great British Bake Off as you do, and my notifications start blowing up because someone decided to go write a ridiculous spoilery article about season 15 in the TV Guide magazine and all the good and terrible things we have to look forward too! So I promised I would attempt some sort of time line of spoilers and events so that we can jumble together some expectations (and some yummy speculation) about the upcoming season!

Episode 1 - we know that Cas is in this episode as Misha was filming. We know that Alex was also filming though potentially either as a corpse, or as a manifestation of someones guilt/hallucination (these are theories not confirmed). Other than this we know that Jack “won’t be coming back from the Empty for a while now” and hasn’t been seen filming since. (source)

Episodes 2 and 3 - The main spoilers of relevance are that Dean and Cas are still not okay with each other. There is tension between them and they won’t be okay for a while (sources on this are from SDCC and well, everywhere, unless you’ve actually been living under a rock all summer).

Now today we got this spoiler:

[Twitter link]

“Theres a scene we shot recently that really got to me. Cas decides he’s going away for a while. And it wasn’t necessarily a goodbye, but it felt like that to me.”

and this one:

[Twitter Link]

“Cas feels he’s losing Sam and Dean, the only other people in the universe he has a connection to”

and this:

[Twitter Link]

“God becoming his primary enemy bent on destroying everything he cares about is a really difficult transition for Cas to go through” as a result, after a few episodes of chaos, Cas gets fed up and takes a personal time-out before returning to the action, or as Collins puts it, “He leaves in a huff.”

So we have been speculating that this likely takes place in episode 3 following some big dramatic showdown. Cas leaves because he just can’t deal with everything that is happening. Poor angel has lost his son, found out his father is basically enemy number 1, and he has lost the one person he cares about most in the universe (honestly I just don’t see Sam falling out with Cas here because those two are TIGHT but Sam’s friendship alone won’t be enough to make Cas stay - it’s the DeanCas tension that all the PR has been going on about lately).

So then we have two Cas free episodes with 4 and 5 (and I love that there was early speculation following a pic that Jensen posted that Dean might have a beard in episode 4 because OMG GRIEF BEARD OVER LOSING CAS HELLO YES PLEASE GIMME THIS!)

Episode 6 set spoilers show Jared and Misha filmed together, whereas there were very few Jensen sightings. We can therefore speculate that Sam reaches out to Cas because he is fed up of his brothers sulking? Or maybe Cas finds a hunt and calls Sam because he’s still mad at his husband. Or well, anything along these lines. If Dean and Cas don’t reunite in episode 6, then that makes for a very interesting timeline with episode 7. Which is looking to be EPIC.

We have received quite a few spoilers for episode 7 so far. We know that Christian Kane is going to be playing an “old friend” of Dean’s from his past (who it appears Sam doesn’t know, or at least isn’t involved with). We know there will be a fight scene which “the fans will love” whatever that means, and we know that they filmed at “Swayze’s bar”. [Twitter Source]

*rubs temples and tries not to reach for the red nose straight away*

We also now know that Jensen will be singing in this episode and that Dean and Leo have a “wild night” together where Dean will “recapture his mojo” [Twitter Source]

*starts painting face with red and white*

So Dean was down on his mojo eh Dabb? This is starting to sound a bit like early season 13. Dean clearly doesn’t take too well to Cas leaving him in episode 3. >.>

Now I am convinced that no matter what happens in episode 7, the homoerotic tension is gonna be EXTREME, but please allow me to go full clown mode here for a second

*adjusts rainbow wig*

*HERE BE SPECULATION FOLKS - JUST SOLID CLOWN FACED SPECULATION*

If this episode does indeed go down the route of Leo being an ex boyfriend, if something DOES happen between Dean and Leo beyond just bros being bros, then we have a legit coming out episode here following a huge bust up with his actual husband that somehow ends with Dean getting his mojo back. This episode, like every Dean focused episode, usually ends up with Dean getting some big realisation. Dean growing a little bit more, and the audience learning something new about him. Whatever goes down, we are now in a prime position for a DeanCas reunion either by episode end or in episode 8.

IF in episode 8 Dean is able to reconcile with Cas in someway, but because some other horrible shit goes down (which based on latest spoilers could potentially be an Adam/OG!Michael return/Cage breakout of hell nightmare) plus since episode 8 is a Bucklemming episode meaning it will be overly jam packed with plot stuff so a potential Jack return plus Empty entity in this one too - then...

*deep breath*

The time line fits.

Episode 8 plot filled mayhem interrupts a true DeanCas make up scene but we get at least some reveal that Dean wants to have a “conversation” with Cas, then imagine if following the episode 8 drama Jack returns. Imagine if we get a midseason finale in episode 9 where for at least a small part of the episode it looks like the family is back together? Following all the angst and separation of the early season we are right back to where we were during the midseason finale of season 14 - TFW2.0 together again and fighting side by side. Enough to bring some joy to our poor angels otherwise broken heart?

Imagine if though, when all is said and done, right after the boys think they have a win, Dean gets his moment. The show has already given us his coming out ep. He has already realised what it is he truly wants, now he finally gets the chance to reach out and grasp for it...

But when he does it’s a moment too late. It’s time to pay up. Cas gets his moment of true happiness - and the Empty takes him. Midseason finale ends with a horrified Dean having just laid his heart on his sleeve, and a dead Castiel at his feet.

THE TIMELINE FITS.

(I know. I’m a clown for having any hope in this - but my god the potential is too much for me to bare. HONK HONK)

Standard Disclaimer: Nothing I say here is claiming to be factual other than sources from PR related material and spoilers from set. Speculation is all based on what we have seen and my own foolish hope that this show might actually go the way it has been building up to for 10 fucking years. I am not a psychic. I do not have a crystal ball. Readers are asked to manage their own expectations and not blame me for daring to squee about my own excited enthusiasm on the internet on my own blog. Hate is not welcome. Negative comments and moaning accusations are not welcome. Either squee with me in excited delight or scroll on past. You are welcome to join my screaming over on Twitter as well.

Manage your own expectations. I am not telling you anything is going to happen other than what I would LIKE to happen. As always PR IS NOT SHOWRUNNING.

Thank you and good night.

#supernatural #destiel #spn spoilers #spn speculation #season 15 #my thoughts #as well as the thoughts of about 10 other people in an overexcited twitter gc #i am SO EXCITED for this season #pr is not showrunning

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Chapter 10! Remember when I said I was probably going to slow my updates because I was running low on prewritten material? Yeah, me neither. Once again, special thanks to @dtvibez for all her contributions on this story, so go send her all your love and support

Summary: 24 hours ago, George Ashworth lived a completely normal life, with completely normal people, and a completely normal job. 24 hours later, he was running for his life beside a man he had met mere hours prior from an otherworldly monster. Suffice to say, this was the start of something new and wonderful. And hair-pulling annoying

On Wednesday the 23, October 2015, at precisely 9:05 am, George Ashworth came to a stop, as the Marcorx slowly got off of the bench and began walking towards him. Watching the two come closer, George observed how with every passing step, their bodies began to shake. Slowly, the humanoid shapes began to stretch, extending themselves upwards. Their arms became skinnier, the flesh drooping, before correcting itself into paper thin wings. Their fingers grew narrow and thin, and their downturned hats rolled into the back of their heads. Worst of all were their faces: their thin mouths curved upwards violently at the slits of their mouths. Their heads contracted and extended at the same, their teeth erupting violently into the light. George felt unwell, and slowed down his pace, in an attempt to rationalize what he was seeing.

The wind had begun picking up, causing large swaths of leaves to fill the air. Storm clouds had begun to roll in. George pressed a hand to his earpiece. “Wilbur, I’m ready.” He was met with static. “Wilbur, are you there?” The static tone only increased. “Tommy, Tubbo, is anybody there?” He turned his head around to look back at his friends. The three had frozen in place, unmoving. “What’s going on?!” He screamed; his friends remained static

The beasts began approaching him at a faster rate. George increased his pace, before fully turning around and running towards his friends. “For the love of god move!” As he approached them, he stopped and reached over to shake Tommy.

To his horror, his hand passed right through him and with a flicker, he disappeared. George cried out in terror, before attempting to touch the others. Like Tommy, they disappeared beneath his finger tips. Realization dawned upon him: he was on his own.

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“George, George, don’t move until we say so.” Wilbur said, leaning into his earpiece. Meters in front of him, the human had frozen at the sight of the Marcorx transformation. While he was at a considerable distance, Wilbur could still see how horrific it was. “George,” he spoke again, attempting to gain the man's attention.

George frantically turned around, his eyes scanning and screamed out “What's going on?!”

“You need to run now.” George continued to stare in terror, before turning back to face the monsters.

“Why isn’t he running?” Tubbo exclaimed. “George, run!”

George turned on his heels and began approaching them rapidly. The group prepared their respective objects: Wilbur pulled a small silver box with buttons and a screen out of his jacket pocket, while Tubbo and Tommy each pulled a blue knife out of their pockets. Wilbur pulled out his key, signaling the Tardis to open its doors in time to let George in.

The door remained shut. Wilbur pressed it again, hoping it had been an accident, but the door refused to open. As horror dawned on him, George arrived, but deviated from the plan; stopping and attempting to touch Tommy, before his fingers passed right through him.

“What the shit!” Tommy exclaimed, watching as George attempted to touch Tubbo and Tommy with the same results. “Wilbur, what's happening?!” “I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to happen. The Marcorx can manipulate reality, but not this much, not enough to keep the Tardis shut.” George began running towards the Tardis, slamming into it before pulling on its handle.

“Please,” he screamed. “Please let me in.” The Marcorx passed Wilbur, and George barely moved out of the way before they crashed into the Tardis. He sprinted down the path, with the Marcorx screeching behind him.

“Wil,” Tubbo said, staring. “What are we going to do?” “Improvise.”

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George ran as fast as he possibly could, hearing the nightmarish noises trailing behind him. The yellow park was all but abandoned, and overhead, storm clouds had gathered up again. George considered whether or not the rain that began pouring was a tactic used by the Marcorx, as it had been present at every encounter he’d had with them. As he felt the tips of the Marcorx’s claws brush his skin, he ducked down and began running into the more densely forested area of the park, forcing the Marcorx to double back.

Upon entering the more wooded area, George immediately began searching for a hiding spot. The terrain was a lot more uneven, and the ground slanted downhill extremely quickly. George attempted to keep his footing as he raced along the terrain, but his foot soon got caught in a small ditch, causing him to fall into a larger pile of leaves. Gasping from the pain building in his ankle, George hobbled out of the pile as quietly as possible, before positioning his body within a dead tree in an attempt to hide himself. George's heart was racing, and he placed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to quiet his heavy breathing. Out in the woods, he could hear the Marcorx flapping their wings, making shrill noises as their means of communication. Through a hole in the tree, George could see the beasts making their way past the pile of leaves he’d fallen into. The Marcorx angled their faces upwards, as if sniffing the air.

<Oh George> The voice in his head whispered again, louder than before.

<You can’t hide from us forever> The Marcorx lunged at a nearby tree, ripping into it, before stopping. <We know you’re here somewhere>

‘They’re going to destroy everything until they find mine.’ George thought. The Marcorx confirmed his suspicions, approaching another dead tree and ripping it apart. <There's only one place you could be>

The Marcorx approached his tree slowly, making those noises once again. Realization dawned on George: He wasn’t making it out of these woods alive. There was nothing he could do now. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the end

<One>

‘At least Tommy and Tubbo are safe.’

<Two>

The beasts readied themselves to attack.

“THREE!”

A loud screeching noise filled the air.

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Wilbur’s mind began working in overdrive, attempting to formulate a plan to save the human as he and the children began following their friend. “Wilbur,” Tommy yelled, running alongside him. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“I’m working on it!” He replied, pulling his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and placing it between his teeth.” He began pressing the buttons on the silver box, repeatedly slapping the device in an attempt to get it to work. Ahead of them, George ducked down, before sprinting off of the path and into the woods.

“Wilbur, what do we do?” Tubbo yelled, stopping as the Marcorx dove into the treeline.

“Like I said,” He muttered through his teeth, “Working on it!” “Well work on it faster!” Wilbur grabbed the sonic screwdriver from his mouth and began scanning it against the silver device. It made a ringing noise, before Wilbur placed it back into his pocket. He pressed several buttons, attempting to get the device to work, before slapping it several times, stopping only when a soft ping was emitted.

“Now we’re in business!” He exclaimed. The three of them ran into the woods, attempting to find a trace of their friends' location. Silence filled the air, as they strained their ears, attempting to hear any sounds indicating which way George had gone.

Up ahead, the sound of something heavy falling to the ground broke silence filling the air. Pressing a finger to his lips, Wilbur grabbed the two boys and indicated towards a clearing slightly to the left of them. The three quietly made their way forward.

Another heavy object was heard smashing to the floor. Wilbur and the boys scrambled, ducking behind a fallen log and poking their heads up. The Marcorx were closing in on a tree stump, where Wilbur could only assume George was hiding.

<One> The Marcorx screeched. Wilbur began to stand up.

<Two> He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pressed it against the device.

“THREE!” He yelled, and pressed the button on the sonic screwdriver. A sharp ringing noise, not unlike the one he’d used the previous night to ward the Marcorx off, was emitted, sending the beasts screaming to the floor as they shifted in and out of their monster form. “Tommy, Tubbo, go!” The boys jumped forward and sprinted down the hill, pulling their knives out of their pockets. As they reached the first monster, they stabbed the beast repeatedly, black blood splattering across their bodies. The half human half Marcorx attempted to get up, but it's constant shifting made it difficult to move, allowing the boys to land several key blows. After several moments, the Marcorx let out a groan, before growing still, its body returning to its original form.

The sound of crunching leaves alerted the boys to movement, and they jumped up, prepared for a fight. They were met with the sight of George emerging from the tree, hands covering his ears. “George!” They yelled, running over to him and wrapping their arms around him. From behind them, the ringing noise quieted down, and Wilbur made his way down the hill, approaching the final Marcorx, who laid still, glitching ever so slightly.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Wilbur exclaimed, reaching the beast. “I’ll let you go right now. I’ll let you live a long and violent life, scouring the universe for your next meal, on the condition that you never lay a finger on my friend again. Now,” He leaned his head over the Marcorx face, “Do we have a deal?”

With a screech, the Marcorx lunged forward, its jaw open. George and the boys flinched, but Wilbur just turned the dial on the box to raise the volume of the ringing. He stepped towards the boys. “Tommy, can I have your knife?” Tommy handed the knife to him, and Wilbur turned back to the beast. George raised his hands to cover the boys’ eyes as he plunged the knife into the Marcorxs face. After several swings, the alien was dead.

Wilbur turned back to the boys and turned the box off. The group stared in silence for a few seconds. “Well,” he began, “Time for lunch. I’m starved.”

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Does God Always Heal?

2 Kings 2:1 “And it came to pass, when the Lord was about to take up Elijah into heaven by a whirlwind.. 11 Then it happened, as they continued on and talked, that suddenly a chariot of fire appeared with horses of fire, and separated the two of them; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.”

2 Kings 13:14 “Elisha had become sick with the illness of which he would die. 20 Then Elisha died, and they buried him.”

John 9:6-7 “..He spat on the ground and made clay with the saliva; and He anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay. And He said to him, “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam” (which is translated, Sent). So he went and washed, and came back seeing.”

Anyone who, like me, lived through the great “Charismatic Renewal” of the Church between 1960's - 1990's will know that it was a time of the restoration of the various gifts of the Holy Spirit to those believers who either asked for or were open to receiving the Baptism of the Holy Spirit as experienced by the 120 on the Day of Pentecost (Acts 2) and afterwards those at the House of Cornelius (Acts 10) and Ephesus (Acts 19). These “times of refreshing” during the Charismatic Renewal were accompanied by great healing miracles as witnessed in the Kathryn Kuhlman services in Pittsburg and Los Angeles and even one service in Ottawa, Ontario which my wife and I had the privilege of attending in the 1970's. Throughout these exciting times, reports came in from all over the world of a mighty move of the Holy Spirit which saw many souls added to the Kingdom through the efforts of many new para-church organizations such as “Full Gospel Businessmen’s Fellowship International” with its ministry to those in the corporate world of business and finance, many of whom were reluctant to visit a church or attend a tent meeting. However, it also gave rise to a host of ministries with teachings and methods that hyped financial and material blessings for the believer, claiming that these were evidence of God’s favor—what became known as prosperity gospel! This teaching flourished among numerous tele-evangelists who displayed their great wealth as proof of their great faith while shipwrecking the faith of many of their followers who gave generously in the hope of the same promised 100-fold return but were left financially devastated and spiritually bankrupt when there was not even a 1-fold return! Out of this false gospel came the teaching that God always heals when we meet the right conditions—guaranteed!

I’ve been reading through First and Second Kings and the two chapters quoted above struck me as odd. Added to that, my daughter Susan, testified during her broadcasted gospel singalong with her big sister on Sunday evenings at 7.00 PM EDST (you can log on from Facebook by searching for “Susan Tucker, Woodstock”) about her on-going struggle with her special-needs son, my grandson, Graham, who suffers from a very debilitating but undiagnosed illness which prevents him from walking and interferes with his brain function. Now, 2 Kings 2:11 tells the exciting story of how the prophet Elijah did not die but ascended directly to Heaven in a chariot of fire becoming only the second person in the bible to escape physical death (the other being Enoch who was “translated” to Heaven (Genesis 5:4)) but eleven chapters later, we learn that Elisha—who was given a “double-portion” of Elijah’s spirit, “had become sick with the illness of which he would die”?? There’s an apparent disconnect here: why would God take Elijah to Heaven in a firey chariot but let Elisha become sick and die? Surely, if Elisha got a double-portion of Elijah’s spirit, he was twice as likely to escape physical death as Elijah?

To bring that question closer to home, there was an incident last week in our former dwelling place in northern Ontario where we lived for eleven years. The village of Swastika is now part of the Town of Kirkland Lake and has a pretty river that runs right through the middle of the village giving the local kids a great place to play. Our kids were no exception but like most parents, we had great concerns about the two large deep pools in the river which were a magnet for the local kids. Last week the local pastor’s 7-year old daughter, Emilia, fell in to the upper pool and was dragged under by the fast flowing current. Her father was quickly summoned from home by the other kids, including her big brother who was hysterical and screaming for his sister. Dad dived in along with a neighbor from the other side of the river and frantically searched for the girl to no avail until a neighbor who lived further down the river near the end of the lower pool also dived in about ten minutes later. He could see nothing in the water but his hand felt something which he grabbed and pulled to the surface and it turned out to be the hair of the listless child. Her eyes were wide open and she was not breathing and had no pulse. CPR was immediately started with no response but by now the mother had arrived and she and the brother began screaming at everyone who had gathered to pray, which many did. The police arrived and CPR was continued until, miraculously, the heart started to beat and her breathing returned. She was transported to the local hospital 8 Km away but fearing brain damage, they ordered her air-lifted to Sudbury, 200 Km away. There just “happened” to be a medevac helicopter idling at the hospital waiting to pick up a patient who gladly stepped aside to allow the little girl to be flown to Sudbury. The doctors in Sudbury warned the parents of the high likelihood of brain damage but the little girl was sent home the next day, fully recovered and fully cognizant. A miracle indeed!

Now, why would God revive a dead child who drowned in the river in answer to the urgent prayers of her parents, brother and neighbors but He hasn’t healed my grandson these past ten years after many long hours of prayer by his parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and church family? The short answer is: I don’t know. But am I mad at God? Are his parents angry with God? Do we all feel God is very unfair, even heartless? The answer is a resounding, No! The photo at the start of this article explains why and tells me all I need to know about the nature of God’s love for me, for my family and for my grandson, Graham. The photo is the view I get from my front door every time I step into my house and I thank God for the builders who installed such a reminder of who is looking after all I have in my living room window, even if they never saw what I see and what, I trust, you see too. Do we still pray for Graham’s healing? Of course we do. Do we still believe God heals today? Of course we do. Some might accuse us of a lack of faith and maybe they are right but if that’s true then I will gladly use their faith to see my grandson made whole. You see, the last scripture above from John 9: 6-7 tells the story of Jesus healing the blind man at the pool of Siloam. There is no record that the blind man asked Jesus for his sight. Jesus chose to heal him not because the man had great faith or a great desire to be healed but simply so that God could reveal Himself in his healing. The bible talks of another pool, the pool of Bethesda (John 5:2) where “a great multitude of sick people” hung out, waiting on the angel to disturb the water and the first one in the water supposedly got healed. One lame man at this pool was healed by Jesus but the question is: How many sick people did Jesus clamber over to get to the one whom he healed? That’s a very valid and thought-provoking question because it makes us want to scream “Why didn’t you heal the others at the same time?” Just imagine, if one of the others was your son or grandson, or even you, yourself! Our struggle with why lots of people are not healed through prayer has much more to do with our lack of trust in a loving Saviour than any sense of equal treatment and fair play. I still don’t know why my grandson is not healed but I’m still praying he will be but that will never cause me to accuse God or denounce Him because I have already experienced the love He has for me and while I don’t understand the why’s, I trust the One who does and will continue to praise Him. If you’ve been struggling trying to find answers to these questions, leave them aside and discover again how much He loves you. As His “marvelous billows of love” flow over you, rest in them and be encouraged to trust Him more.

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qandnoablog · 4 years

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Warning (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: There might not be a final pairing (since I follow along with the movies as accurately as I can) but I do gravitate towards Loki <3

Warnings: Based on the movie - Avengers: Infinity War

Part: 11, [10], [9], [8], [7], [6], [5], [4], [3], [2], [1] Short story: [3], [2], [1]

Key: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3,689

Summary: After worrying about Thor, Hulk, Scrapper 142, and Loki in their fight against Hela, [Y/N] finally gets a response from the trickster god. But it’s not an answer to her question. In fact, it just raises more questions for her!

Note From Author: I finally finished this part! Thank you so much for being so patient with me and I hope that this is worth the long wait. I know Endgame came out nearly a whole year ago and I wanted to get the parts about Infinity War up after watching Endgame, but it’s been hard to find the motivation to keep going during these times. I hope all of you are healthy!

Part 11 - Warning

Since Loki’s visit, a day had barely passed.

[Y/N] could hardly calm down, let alone eat, as a foreboding feeling kept nagging within her heart. She couldn’t shake that ominous premonition that deeply rooted itself in her mind and her imagination ran wild on all kinds of scenarios that could have been happening. Thor, struggling to help both his people and fight his overpowered sister at the same time. Hulk rampaging around, mindlessly attacking whoever he was supposed to fight, possibly getting overwhelmed with numbers and destroying a large portion of Asgard. Scrapper 142 struggling against Hela, someone who had scarred her many, many years ago… And Loki with his rebel forces he claimed were with him as backup for his brother.

She had no idea how strong Hela was, the forces she commanded, and the state Asgard was in but she knew the Goddess of Death was very strong. Powerful enough to wipe out all of the fearsome Valkyrie at least, and Scrapper 142, the last surviving Valkyrie, was by no means weak. However, all [Y/N] could do now was anxiously wait for any news.

Throughout the day she desperately tried to get her mind off of Ragnarok. She tried taking a walk, visiting Peter and Ned, watching TV, amongst other things, but nothing helped. Not only that, but an overwhelming sense of drowsiness had washed over her a few hours after her talk with Loki. It nagged at her, forcing her eyes closed only to have her jolt awake before she collapsed from sleep mid walk.

Peter was very worried about her when she nearly fell over while walking down the busy streets of New York. He insisted that she go home, not giving her any room to argue. Defeated, she tried coffee, but that didn’t help either as her eyelids grew heavier and heavier by the minute.

Finally giving in to her exhaustion, [Y/N] rested her head on her bed and was out like a light.

Though sleeping should have been blissful, given that she was very mentally drained from all the stress and anxiety, something strange happened to her. It felt as though she was floating, rising up from her own body and flying out of her small room. She could see the world shrinking below her as she continued up higher and higher into the sky, gradually increasing in speed, but she was too tired to fight against this. So she followed the will of whatever force was pulling at her, shooting her through space and past the stars, towards a destination unknown.

Then, she came to an abrupt stop.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Her body felt foreign, as though she wasn’t actually there. Her feet felt like they were on solid ground but… They also felt as though they could sink through the solid material without a problem. She could hear things and yet… They sounded distant. [Y/N] could feel heat radiating around her, the sound of fire crackling in her ears, but at the same time… It also felt cold. She could still feel the gentle breeze of home, the window being slightly cracked open and the air brushing against her sleeping body.

Finally, [Y/N]’s eyes adjusted just enough so that she could make out her surroundings and in that moment… She desperately wished she hadn’t.

The carnage around her was brutal and cruel. She could feel her heart race inside her chest, but it felt as though it were beating miles and miles away. Someone was talking, but she couldn’t register the words at all. The only thing she could focus on were the lifeless bodies scattered on the floor around her.

Walking around, avoiding stepping on the fallen, she steeled her nerves and bravely examined their faces. She didn’t know these people. All of them were strangers to her. It made her stomach, the one lying in her bed so far from this place, churn uncomfortably. She could hear someone screaming, but who wouldn’t in all this destruction?

“Oh my God,” she breathed out, her legs growing weak.

No one seemed to hear her. No one seemed to notice she was there. No one… Except for one man.

[Y/N] locked sights with the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. They were so golden and bright, brimming with a sort of power she could never hope to understand. Those eyes belonged to a wounded man who was lying on the floor. Injured but… Alive.

She hurried over to the fallen man, but when she reached out to help him, her hand phased through his body. [Y/N] couldn’t touch him or anything else. Confused and a bit frustrated, she looked back at the stranger, who seemed to be much wiser and older than her. Maybe… Maybe he wasn’t human…

“Did you send me here?” [Y/N] questioned, her voice gentle, though internally she wanted to shake him for answers.

“Who are you? Why am I here? Why can’t I touch anything? What happened here?!” The questions swarmed her, but she masked her internal distress and showed only a picture of calm with a tinge of worry.

But the man said nothing. Instead, he looked over at something else. No… At someone else.

“Alright, stop!”

[Y/N] knew that voice. She recognized it immediately since she had heard it only hours ago. Dread filled her as she turned around, facing the man who had yelled out those words. That was when she saw him.

Loki.

The God of Mischief was exactly how he was when he had visited her. His clothes. His hair. Everything was the same. But she couldn’t see his face. He wasn’t turned towards her. No, he was facing…

“Thor!” She gasped, but no one reacted to her voice. They all seemed to be deaf to her words.

Everything about Thor seemed unchanged since she had last seen him. Everything… Except his eye. It was covered by some sort of patch, indicating what must have happened after they parted, but [Y/N] couldn’t focus on that right now. Instead, she concentrated more on his head being firmly held by large hands of an alien she did not know.

The stranger’s whole body was a light purple color, though it looked darker in the dim lights of the broken room. His golden gloved hand, perhaps a gauntlet of some sort, stopped glowing with that unnatural power, moving away from Thor’s head. Thor stopped screaming in pain, going limp in the alien’s hand. He looked so… So defeated… Drained of so much energy.

She wanted to hurry over to Thor’s side. She wanted to force her powers to pry the alien’s hands off of him and save him from all this pain, but no matter how much she struggled to send out her energy, she could only feel it distantly react way back where her actual body lay. Nothing happened.

Since the discovery of her powers, this was the first time she was unable to use them. It was like her armor and without it… She felt utterly naked.

“We don’t have the Tesseract,” Thor coughed out, his voice rough from all the screaming. “It was destroyed on Asgard.”

Tesseract? [Y/N] quickly looked over at Loki, but he still did not face her. Please… Don’t tell me that thing you used on Earth…

Going against her silent prayers, the god lifted up his arm and in his open hand slowly appeared a glowing blue cube. The energy radiating off of it hummed with power and the purple man smiled in satisfaction as [Y/N]’s heart plummeted.

“You… really are the worst brother,” Thor huffed, out of breath from whatever struggle had led him to be in the hands of this monster.

“I assure you, Brother,” Loki began, stepping carefully over to the alien with the Tesseract in his hand, “the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” the stranger said, his low voice rumbling throughout the whole place.

“Well, for one thing, I’m not Asgardian,” the god replied, the Tesseract still in his hand as he looked up at the towering enemy, “And for another…” He paused, taking in a breath, “We have the Hulk.”

As if on cue, Hulk barreled into the purple man just as Loki jumped onto Thor to get him out of the way. The Tesseract clattered onto the ground, but no one noticed it as the focus landed on the fight between Hulk and the alien. Hulk threw his fists and landed many punches onto the stranger, seemingly winning, when the words of another alien broke that glimmer of hope.

“Let him have his fun.”

The tides turned against Hulk as the purple man threw his own punches and dodged all of Hulk’s. He seemed ultimately unfazed by Hulk’s earlier bombardment of hits and fought him as if he were heartlessly fighting a child. As the battle continued, the spark of hope grew dimmer and dimmer.

“Stop,” [Y/N] began, moving forward while forgetting that no one could hear her.

She tried to run at the alien, to use her body weight to at least knock him off balance, but she phased through him and stumbled onto the ground. She tried to grab onto the purple being, but her hands merely passed through him. She tried to stand between him and the Hulk, but they couldn’t see her and continued fighting. Fists and blows phased through her as though she were air, and nothing she did stopped them. Finally, on the brink of despair, [Y/N] fell to her knees with tears streaming down her face.

“Stop! Please!” She begged, knowing that her pleas fell to deaf ears.

[Y/N] felt so useless as no one heard her beg and plead.

Then, she noticed another pair of eyes on her. She looked up to find Loki’s eyes briefly on her, staring right into her, before swiftly turning away. He could hear her. He could see her. That was when it clicked. If the golden-eyed stranger wasn’t the one who had brought her here, then it must have been Loki. But why?

Confusion, anguish, and rage bubbled in her heart. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to control her chaotic emotions. She made a move towards him but-

The sounds of the fight broke her concentration on the god as she quickly turned back to the alien and the Hulk. With one last hit, Hulk was knocked unconscious and no longer got back up. His bloody, beaten up face and the alien’s uninjured body showed just how strong the other side was.

Thor, ignoring the odds, hit the purple man with some sort of metal rod. It clattered onto the ground, echoing in the open space, but it didn’t even faze the alien. He merely turned to Thor and with a swift kick, he sent him flying backwards.

“Thor!” [Y/N] cried out, but her voice could not reach him. She knew that and yet she still screamed.

The god grunted in pain, barely standing up, when the other alien - the thinner, more pale one - moved his hand and metal went flying at Thor. The pieces of the ship latched onto him, imprisoning Thor and stopping him from making any more moves.

“Allfathers…” She heard the fallen man mutter, turning her attention back to the golden-eyed stranger. He strained to speak through the pain that seemed to radiate from his abdomen, “Let the dark magic flow through me one last…” He winced, holding out his hand, towards where the Hulk lay, “time.”

A rainbow of light streamed in, phasing through the metal walls of the ship, and engulfed the Hulk. His eyes slightly fluttered open, briefly regaining a bit of his consciousness, before floating up from the bright beam, and then was sent flying to the other side of the ship, vanishing without a trace. Everyone turned to the injured man, who breathed heavily from the efforts of the act he had just committed. It was clear that the purple giant, who had walked towards the fallen golden-eyed man, was not happy.

“That was a mistake,” he said as he grabbed the weapon another alien offered. With one swift, heartless blow, the stranger plunged the pointed staff downwards, straight into the already injured man.

“NO!!!” Thor roared as the monster plunged the weapon deeper while [Y/N] helplessly turned away.

She didn’t want to see anymore.

[Y/N] was right there, invisible to everyone else, and yet she could do nothing to stop it. So much blood had been shed. So much she couldn’t prevent. She wanted to return to her body back on Earth. She wanted to curl up in her bed and cry. She wanted to throw up all the contents in her stomach, which wasn’t much, but she couldn’t even do that. Something was keeping her there. So she had to stay. She had to watch. And it killed her inside.

“You’re going to die for that,” Thor promised, his rage seeping out from his tired and imprisoned body, but the aliens didn’t look bothered by his threats. Instead, that thin alien, who seemed to be the right-hand man of the purple one, waved his hand. The metal pieces around him followed his silent command as they wrapped around Thor’s mouth, preventing him from speaking anymore.

“Shhh,” the alien hushed, raising a long, bony finger in front of his mouth.

[Y/N] finally stood up from the floor, casting one regretful glance at the fallen man, before making her way over to Thor’s side. If she couldn’t be seen, heard, or touched, she might as well be beside her friend who must have suffered greatly from all this carnage. Her hand brushed against him to confirm that he didn’t notice her at all, and then she settled next to him. While she stood beside Thor, the Tesseract was given to the purple alien, the cube crushed in his bare hands, and the glowing stone from within placed in his golden gauntlet. She witnessed it all, yet she could do nothing about it.

“There are two more stones on Earth,” the giant alien spoke, admiring the stone’s power, “Find them, my children, and bring them to me on Titan.”

“Father we will not fail you,” the one female alien answered as they all bowed before him.

“If I might interject,” a voice rang out, interrupting their show of loyalty, as the God of Mischief called attention to himself, “If you’re going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have a bit of experience in that arena.”

“Loki,” [Y/N] huffed, sending sharp glares at the god. “Why did you bring me here?! Why are you making me watch this?! What exactly are you planning?!”

But he didn’t answer. Perhaps he couldn’t answer her. Not without alerting the others, anyways. Still, she had grown impatient. How could she not when being forced to watch this massacre?

Instead, Loki made his way over to the purple man, his smile unfaltering as their conversation continued. [Y/N] didn’t know what Loki’s intentions were, but she knew he was always full of schemes and ideas, so there had to be a reason for bringing her here. For making her witness all of this. And it had better be a good one.

“Almighty Thanos, I, Loki, prince of Asgard…” He began, then paused, looking down at the floor, “Odinson…” Loki glanced over at his brother, the two making eye contact as something was shared between them with that one word, “the rightful king of Jotunheim,” he continued as he faced the purple alien again, “God of Mischief,” a blade appeared in his hand, hidden behind the rest of his arm but clearly visible to Thor and [Y/N], “do hereby pledge to you-”

“No!” [Y/N] cried, realizing what he intended, “Stop! I know you can hear me, you bastard! Don’t you dare-”

“-my undying fidelity,” Loki finished, ignoring [Y/N] as he bowed his head slightly.

Taking in one final breath, the god thrust his blade upwards towards Thano’s head. However, the blade stopped before it could reach flesh, the blue infinity stone obeying the purple giant’s command and preventing Loki’s hand from moving another inch.

“Undying?” The monster - Thanos - repeated, a smug smile on his face, as he used his gauntlet-free hand to grab onto Loki’s extended arm. “You should choose your words more carefully.”

The god winced at the amount of force and unwillingly let go of his blade. It fell to the floor, clattering with the sound of metal on metal. Pulling Loki slightly forward, Thanos used his other hand to wrap around the god’s neck. The infinity stone was no longer needed as he raised Loki higher off the floor. Loki struggled against Thanos’ grip, but it was a futile effort. The alien was just too powerful.

“No,” [Y/N] whispered, crumpling to the ground. “Why?!” She hated seeing this. She hated not being able to do anything. She hated being so useless. So why? Why did she have to witness this? What was the end goal? “Why are you making me watch this?!”

But as she expected, no one would answer her.

“You,” Loki strained to be heard as his throat was slowly being crushed, “will never be…” He struggled to finish, the veins on his head visible as life was gradually being choked out of him. “...a god.”

Midgardian, she heard him whisper silently in her head, a voice that was so weak and quiet yet still having that signature sly tone of his.

“Alien,” [Y/N] murmured back, her voice breaking slightly as she stared at Loki’s struggling figure.

Though it was very faint, she heard him chuckle. It was a tickling sensation that brushed across her mind, but she wasn’t granted enough time to even register it.

There was a soft crack, and then everything seemed to spiral out of control. [Y/N]’s body was thrown off the ship and was propelled through space at a sickening speed. She barreled towards her limp body, slamming into it and then suddenly wheezed as she jolted up on her bed.

Sweat covered her body as tears streamed down her face. She gasped for air, as if she was the one being choked by Thanos, and stumbled down onto the floor. Though she felt weak all over, she managed to stagger into the bathroom and heaved up everything within her stomach, her head just above the toilet bowl.

It took her a few minutes to gather her thoughts.

The cool bathroom tiles felt nice against her skin and she flushed before finally getting up. Washing off the bile that coated her lips, not even bothering to wipe off the excess water, she wandered back to her bed. Looking around the quiet room, alone in the sunlight streaming in through all the windows, she noticed that the whole place was a mess. All those times she had tried to use her abilities to help must have affected the surroundings here and not where Thor and Loki were… Everything was in a chaotic display, but still silent. Well, except for the sobbing that had escaped her.

Unable to do much else, she hugged her knees to her chest and cried. She desperately wanted this all to be a dream. She wanted someone to tell her that it was all just a nightmare, to have Loki just materialize out of nowhere and laugh at the sick joke he had just played. But he did not appear. And she knew that it was all real.

[Y/N] wished she could continue to bawl and tire herself out so that sleep could erase these memories. To let all these bottled up emotions out and forget the whole thing, but… This wasn’t the time to cry. Thanos had told his “children” to go retrieve the other two stones on Earth.

They were coming.

Wiping away her tears, she bolted off the bed and hurried to dress up, throwing on whatever clothes she had lying around, and ran out the apartment door. There wasn’t even time to close or lock it, as she continued to race out into the open streets of New York. She wasn’t even sure she would return there, knowing the battle that was coming ahead, but she couldn’t allow herself to think too hard on it.

[Y/N] now knew why Loki had made her watch that whole event. He had known he would die and that Thor would be left alone. Hulk was sent somewhere by that golden-eyed man but she didn’t know where. All she knew was that Thanos was heading towards Earth. She had to warn the Avengers, both ex-members and current ones, but how?

Reaching for the phone she usually kept in her pocket, her heart sank when there was no familiar bulk there.

“Shit,” she cursed as she continued charging down the street, not turning back for the forgotten phone.

Tony has a way to reach Steve, [Y/N] thought to herself, He needs to know this too so I’ll just have to find him!

Suddenly, a familiar, sparking circle opened up right in front of her. This time it wasn’t like a wormhole but a link to another place on Earth. She could see people on the other side, some moving out of the way, but she was unable to stop at this point. Bracing herself, she ran straight into the portal and crashed into someone. She didn’t even have time to activate her powers and faced the full tackle head-on. The two groaned in pain, landing on top of one another after the collision.

“A little warning next time,” [Y/N] grumbled, rubbing her sore head.

God, I really hate magic.

“[Y/N]?”

The voice that called out her name wasn’t the one she was expecting. She looked down at the person she had toppled onto and was in for another surprise.

“Bruce?!”

Author’s Note: @e7here4l while going back to my previous posts to remember exactly what [Y/N]’s journey was, I noticed that I never tagged you even though I said that I would. I’m really, really sorry that it took so long to tag you and I hope you will still take time to enjoy my work!

[PART 12]

Tags: @themeanestlittlewitch @stressedandbandobessed7771 @moistpotatobear @fxckingfat @e7here4l

#marvel image #marvel #Discovered #Avenger #mutant!reader #avenger!reader #warning #spider-man #peter parker #loki #thor #valkyrie #scrapper 142 #hela #bruce #doctor stephen strange

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shmowlwrites · 5 years

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Yellow Carnations Chapter 9

Ao3 Chapter 8 Chapter 10 Three new heroes, baby!! Also some Chloe redemption

Marinette thumbed her choker as she thought over who she would be giving the Miraculous to while waiting for the other person in her meetup.

Allegra showed great promise as a Fox. The fact that she already plays a flute was just a bonus. She didn’t need to get up close in a fight, and in fact, she probably wouldn’t. Marinette bet her money that Allegra would be best at setting a trap without ever getting involved. The Turtle was hard, but Marinette heavily considered Allan for it. Sure, he was a track star, but he was strong and defensive. She needed a fast shield in what she was about to drag them into. She knew who she wanted for the Snake. He’d already proven himself time and time again. Luka was perfect for the snake, and she knows he’d reverse for a better alternative. The Horse was an interesting idea, but the girl was certain it’d be crucial in some way. Claude was a loudmouth and annoying, but he was also what she needed: someone who knew where things are. Claude’s skills in geography and the landscape of France was impeccable. If they needed to get out of range, somewhere that could trap the adults, she knew Claude would have an idea. The Bee…

“Marinette!” Said girl snapped her head up and grinned, noticing the blonde coming. “Hey,” she grinned. “Chloe.”

Marinette wasn’t blind to what the girl had been doing. She wasn’t blind to the nervous shuffle the girl was trying to hide. Chloe was on the mend. The blonde was proving herself to be a hero, whether she had the Bee or not. Marinette wanted to test Chloe, see how she acted now, to see if she was still Bee material. “You are honestly the last person I’d expect to call me for a shopping trip,” Chloe nervously laughed. “Well,” Marinette shrugged. “Who else would I be able to shop with that doesn’t have questionable style?” She glanced at Chloe with a grin, taking in the shocked expression of the blonde. Chloe seemed to shake herself out of her stupor and smirk. “Oh, of course. Don’t get me started on the fashion horror you managed to escape.”

The two girls went through the mall, having fun that they would have previously never seen themselves having in each other’s company. Chloe seemed to have gotten a sharper perception of good fashion, and the two happily criticized clothes together. Marinette had fun making outfits from all sorts of stores, Chloe was happy to be out with someone.

“Marinette?” Chloe called, a green dress hoodie draped over her arm. She wasn’t paying attention to it, however, but rather the ravenette. “Hm?” Marinette turned, her eyes immediately falling on the dress on Chloe’s arm. “Do they have that in a blue-grey? It would look best in that color on you.” “Marinette,” Chloe inhaled, a confused expression on her face. “This is all fun and all… but why me? I know what you said earlier was a pat answer. What’s really your reason?” Marinette blinked owlishly before worrying her cheek. She stepped closer to the girl and placed a hand on Chloe’s shoulder. “Chloe… I called you to do this because I want to be your friend. I know we’ve had a bad past. But I know you also have grown up since then. You’re not a schoolyard bully anymore. You’re just a girl. I don’t know what’s happened since I left, but I want to be friends with this Chloe. Strong, confident, kind Chloe,” Marinette grinned and added jokingly, “Not the Chloe who put gum in my hair.” “Oh my God,” Chloe gasped. “Why did you bring that up?” She groaned. Marinette giggled, and soon Chloe was too. “I’m sorry about all of that,” Chloe sighed, a smile sinking into a soft grin on her face as she pulled the dress off her arm and hunted for its hanger. “I forgive you,” Marinette grinned, plucking the lost hanger from where it was resting on top of the rack. “You shouldn’t,” Chloe lamented, taking the hanger. “I don’t think I can ever make it up to you,” she sighed, slipping the dress onto the hanger and finding the spot it was in before. “Be my friend,” Marinette stated. “And don’t worry about the past.”

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Ladybug was seated on an archway, thumbing the Miraculi in her hands. She had to give them out. She had to train the three of her friends. But that was what worried her the most. She was dragging her friends into her war with Hawkmoth. Would they all be able to finish it?

She felt off without the Cat. But perhaps that was what was needed. Plagg probably needed the time to rest. She knew Tikki couldn’t wait. Her kwami hid it well, but Tikki longed for her Miracle Box to be complete again. Ladybug wanted to make that happen soon.

Her mind steeled. For Tikki. For poor Nooroo and Dusuu. The other kwami.

Ladybug stood and swung out, finding her holders.

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“Chloe Bourgeois, this is the Miraculous of the Bee. You will use it for the greater good. You will hold onto it until your mission is complete. Do you accept?” Ladybug asked, facing an awestruck and excited Chloe. “O- Of course!” the blonde breathed. She gingerly took the box from Ladybug’s hand, opening it like it would break if she pressed any harder. “My Queen!” Pollen squealed. “Pollen!” Chloe gasped, happily reuniting with her kwami. She took the hair comb and this time, stuck it at the base of her ponytail. “Will you meet me at the top of the Eiffel Tower tomorrow night?” Ladybug asked. “My schedule permitting, I will,” Chloe declared. “Good,” Ladybug smiled. “It’s good to see you happy, Chloe. Welcome back.” “It’s good to be back,” Chloe grinned.

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“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Snake. You will use it for the greater good. You will hold onto it until your mission is complete. Do you accept?” Luka’s steady expression didn’t waver a bit. “I do,” he grinned and took the box from Ladybug’s hand. He opened it, lazily grinning at Sass coming out again. “It’s nice to see you again,” Sass flew around Luka’s head before setting on his shoulder. “You too, little guy,” Luka chuckled. “Tomorrow night, will you come to the top of the Eiffel Tower?” Ladybug asked, glancing to the other side of the Seine. “Of course.” “Thank you. Have a good night, you two.”

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Ladybug inhaled. Time to break into her own dorm. She knew Allegra and Bridgette would be winding down in the lounge of their dorm. Popping in from the window would be a horrible idea. So she went with the door. “Hello,” Ladybug grinned at the two awestruck girls at the door. “May I speak with you?” “O-Oh, of course!” Bridgette stuttered, pushing Allegra out of the doorway. Ladybug moved inside, toying with her yo-yo. “I’ve noticed you both. Sadly, I only have one Miraculous to give.” “Wait, what?” Allegra gasped. Bridgette only silently blinked. Ladybug opened her yo-yo and pulled the Fox’s box out. “Allegra Harper, this is the Miraculous of the Fox. You will use it for the greater good. You will hold onto it until your mission is complete. Do you accept?” Allegra blinked once. Twice. A few more times. “Me?” She asked in a small voice. Bridgette supported the blonde with an excited gaze. “You,” Ladybug nodded. “You aren’t offensive unless necessary, you are clever, and I’m sure you will be a good partner for the mission I have planned.” “Oh,” Allegra’s owlish expression. “I- I accept.” Ladybug moved forward and pressed the box into Allegra’s hands. The blonde slowly opened the box, as if she were afraid of it. She startled when Trixx came out. “Hello!” they gave Allegra a toothy grin. “I’m Trixx, the kwami of Illusion.” “Kwami?” Allegra asked. “I’m one of the beings that gives the heroes their powers,” Trixx explained. “Before I have to leave, will you be able to meet me at the top of the Eiffel Tower tomorrow night?” Ladybug asked. “Oh, I should,” Allegra nodded. “Good,” Ladybug nodded.

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Ladybug didn’t have to go far, and this time two would be getting their Miraculi together. Ladybug knew Felix would still be in the library and that they also didn’t have a fourth dorm-mate, so she hoped it would go fine. “Hello,” Ladybug dipped her head to Claude. “May I come in?” “Uh- Sure!” Claude shook himself out of his stupor and stepped aside. “Allan’s in our room right now. Do- do you want me to get him?” “If you would,” Ladybug nodded. “I’ll wait here,” she tipped her head to the couch. “Alright,” Claude nodded and disappeared down a short hallway. Ladybug sat, pulling the Turtle and Horse Miraculi out. Last minute worries plagued her mind. She shooed them away. It was too late to worry now. “There is no way Ladybug is- oh hello, Ladybug,” Allan came into view with Claude behind him. “Hello,” Ladybug dipped her head. “I’ve noticed you both and have decided you would be a help in a mission I have for you. Claude Martin, Allan Cellario, these are the Turtle Miraculous and the Horse Miraculous. You will use them for the greater good. You will hold onto them until your mission is complete. Do you accept?” She asked. “Of course!” Claude almost had stars in his eyes. “Claude, you will wield the Miraculous of the Horse,” Ladybug held up Kaalki’s box. Claude took it, but didn’t open it yet. The both of them turned their attention to Allan, who was still in shock. “Uh- uh, yes,” Allan stammered. “Allan, you will wield the Miraculous of the Turtle,” Ladybug held up Wayzz’s box. Allan, almost hesitantly, took the box and opened it with Claude. Twin lights flitted around before Kaalki and Wayzz appeared. Claude screamed. Allan looked like his soul left his body. “Hello, I am Wayzz, the Kwami of Protection. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Wayzz lazily smiled, a calm presence to ease Allan out of his shock. “Are you glorious or famous?” Kaalki asked, not bothering to introduce herself. “Uh-” Claude blinked. “Kaalki, be nice,” Ladybug scolded. “Ugh,” Kaalki rolled her eyes. “I’m Kaalki, the Horse, the Kwami of Teleportation.” “Well, you are,” Claude struggled for words before finding one. “Cool!” Kaalki, ego effectively stroked, smirked. “Of course I am.” “Before I go, may I ask that you meet me at the top of the Eiffel Tower tomorrow night?” Ladybug requested. “Oh, sure!” Claude grinned. Allan, still too numb to speak, nodded. “Thank you,” Ladybug dipped her head to them before going out the door and disappearing into the night.

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Ladybug kicked her feet, sitting on one of the highest beams on the tower, Longg perched on her shoulder. She had spoken to Master Fu earlier, and he had spoken of needing a Guardian. He wanted to train her. She didn’t know what she was going to do with that information. But right now, she needed to focus on her heroes.

“Ladybug,” Viperion called, dropping down beside her on the beam. “Viperion,” Ladybug nodded. “There’s a few more I’m waiting on.” Queen Bee was next with a very different appearance. She also calmly sat beside Ladybug. Claude and Allan, no superhero name to them yet, came next, with Allegra close behind.

“Thank you, for coming,” Ladybug began, standing up to greet the three new heroes. “What will you go by?” The seemed to stump the boys, but Allegra was quick to introduce herself. “Melodie.” “Hm… Garvoche?” Allan tipped his head. “Street rat,” Claude snickered, earning an elbow shove from the Turtle. “If you’re so clever, go on and tell your name,” Garvoche quipped. “Well, Kaalki would have my head if I chose something dumb… I’ll go with Bayard.” “Melodie, Garvoche, Bayard…” Ladybug nodded her head to each of them. “Thank you for coming.” She turned her head back to the two previous Miraculous holders now standing behind her. “And thank you, as well. I know who Hawkmoth is, but for my plan to succeed, I need all of you. And before my plan can begin, I need you well versed in your Miraculous. Thus, your training begins.”

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The Last Mission (9/?)

AN: Please dont hate me after this! But this is a dark fic and i wanted to try somehing new.

There are German part in here at the end. the english translation is written right after them like this

Wordcount: around 1500

Warning: grafic description of birth, miscarriage

Masterlist

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Part 8

Next time you woke up, you where laid on the bed, your head resting on a soft pillow. Something cold was pressed against your exposed chest and your instinctivelyd jerked away. It was a different cold than the soldier´s metal prosthetic.

An unknown male voice told you something in a stern voice you couldn´t underdstand.

“He tells you to lay back again so he can finish his check up.”, the soldier rumbled from your left. He stood a few steps away, his eyes fixed on the male stranger and muscles tense. You noticed his flesh hand was resting on the hidden blade, ready to pull it at any moment and kill the man, should he do something stupid.

Knowing the soldier would not allow anything happen to you, you did as the stranger had asked from you.

It took another few minutes for the doctor(?) to finish his check up. He then said somehting to your captor again, who nodded and handed over some money, before guiding the man out of your little appartment.

Waiting for him to say or do anything to you, you did not move from your position on the bed.

“You fainted.”, he finally told you, “I had to find a doctor after you did not wake up on your own after a while. He said to be carefull in your condition and to take it easy. He will check on you again in a few weeks to make everything is fine.”

“Okay.”, you nodded, pulling the sheets around your body to keep warm.

“Your clothes are on your left. get dressed and then sit down to eat.”

Nodding again, you pulled the offered shirt above your head and then sat down at the table- soup was served.

“What you and Barnes did was a stupid thing to do. You did not know where you were and then you left into the blue.”, his voice was angry, but stayed calm and even.

“I am sorry.”, you flinched.

“Good. Don´t do something like this again!”, he ordered staring you down to get his point across, “We will stay here. No one knows who we are and in your condition it is smarter. But you will NOT leave this appartment.”

It was hard for you to walk around and do your chores now..

You feet hurt, as did your back and head often times.

It was your seventh or eightth month of pregnancy and trusting the doctor, neverything was going fine.

Bucky had left you to buy some food on the little marked a few blocks away- you had suddenly started to crave plumbs- and you were trying to clean your appartment as best as you could.

You had wanted to mob it for a while now, but both Bucky and the soldier were stating it was to dangerouse. Unbeknownst to you, would they be right.

Hurried steps caught your attention and to stepped away from the door and into the far corner of the room.

Not a second later, did the door open and Captain America entered.

Fury rose in your blood.

He hadn´t notice you yet, and he wouldn´t, because a the moment his eyes would have caught your form, Bucky entered catching the man´s whole attention on himself.

Bucky´s eyes flickered to you to make sure you were alright while at the same time telling you to hide. He didn´t know who can be truste (which included himself), and unlike the soldier, who whould often touch your stomach to dfeel the child move, HE barely did- always afraid to hurt the unborn baby.

The two men started to talk , though you did not really listen; a movement outdside the covered window caught your attention and not a second later, all hell broke loose.

Explosions and smoke filled the room, blinding you for a while and making it hard to breath.

YOu wanted to get away from there, hide and wait until everything is over. But you would not be able to.

You had made it to the flat-door when she burts open again, hitting you. That caused you to loose your footing, when your foot caught the bucket with water.

“POLICE!”, someone shouted, though the only thing you registered was a sharp pain in your abdomen when you fell onto the edge of the kitchen table; the corner embedding itself into your stomach.

Fuck

At once you curled yourself into a small ball, uncontrolably sobbing. It hurt too much and you hoped your baby was alright.

A presence appeared next to you and you could hear a slightly panicked voice of a man. Hands roamed your body on the search for secret weapons (as you later learned).

“Atlas 100 von 5-3. Wir haben eine weibliche Unbekannte. Schwanger.”, he spoke. ((”Atlas 100 for 5-3. We have an unknown female. Pregnant.”)) ”Verstanden. Negativ. ZP ist ins Treppenhaus geflüchtet. Mit dem Captain.((Understood.Negative. Target left into the stairwell with the captain.”)) Miss. Miss. German federal police. Can you understand me?”

The man tried to uncurl you, but you didn´t. Too great was your panic and pain.

“Frank hilf mir. Wir müssen sie beruhigen und auf das Bett legen und gucken obn und wo sie verletzt ist.((Frank help me. we need to calm her down and get her onto the bed so see if and where she is injured.))”, the man told another man.

“Klar. Gib mir Deckung, ich mach das. ((Sure. Cover me, I do that.))”, a new voice stated and not a few moments later you were lifted into the air, only to be placed onto the bed.

Another shout of pain left your throat upon that movement.

“I am sorry Ma´m. But- Scheiße. Atlas 100 von 5-5: wir brauchen dringend einen Arzt zu unserer Position. DIe Unbekannte hat Blut zwischen den Beinen und es wird immer mehr--positiv--negativ. Aber- verstaden. 5-5 ende. ((Fuck. Atlas 100 for 5-5. We need a medic to our position immediatelly. The unknown has blood between her legs and it gets more and more-- positiv--negativ. But- understood. 5-5 out.)). “

”Miss. I need you to lay on your back and open your legs. I need to see where all the blood is coming from.”, the first voice asked you through your sobbs.

Blood? What Blood? God no!

Shocked hearing those words, you did as the man pleaded and slowly uncurled your body. It was then that the cramps started.

“Shit.”, the second man cursed and you screamed in pain when another hit you and you felt your babies position shift down.

You had just starting to give birth.

“5-3 an alle: Weiß jemand wie man ein Kind zur Welt bringt?-Ja ich bin mir sehr sicher. Verstanden. ZP1 hat das Gebäude verlassen. Gebäude wird gesichert. ((”5-3 for everyone. Does anyone know how to give birth to a baby?- Yes I am very sure. Copy. Target 1 had left the building. Building is being secured.”)) “

You had finally found the courage to open your eyes,only to find two men dressed in black combat uniforms standing and sitting in front of you. THe one standing held his weapon in a way that made it possible for him to either shoot you or anyone coming throughh that door at a moments notice. The other one was tall and broad, his weapon laying next to him, but out of your reach. Both men had a worried glint in their eyes.

“Please.”, you sobbed not really knowing what to say or do.

The police-officers shared a look before the taller one spoke again.

“Miss. I need to strip your trousers and underwear. There is a lot of blood and we think you might have gone into labour.”

You could only nod, because another very painful cramp hit.

“Cut them off. I don´t care.”, you whined, the urge to spread your legs to ease the pain taking over. Hot shivers covered your body and sobbs left your chest. It was far too early for your little boy to see the world.

The standing man had turned his back more towards you, giving you a bit more privacy, while his comrade got rid of your clothing; only to place the covers of your bed over your legs.

You felt your inner walls stretch and your baby enter your birhting canal- but something felt wrong. Now the pain would not stop and it overtook everything.

____ ATTENTION TRIGGERING MATERIAL BENEATH THIS ____

You could not breath propperly and when you finally felt your child leave your body after a very long and painful time- nothing happened.

It was quiet. No cry or whailing of a newborn and you new your baby boy was dead. Even without having to see the looks on the faces of the men.

It was then that three more police officers (dressed like the two with you) entered with medics at their sides. At once the medics took over the situatuion, asking questions and doing their job.

You did not react. or answer. Your eyes cast on your stillborn child that was being looked over by another pair of newly arrived medics.

Everything that happened afterwards, your mind did not register. It was once big blurr.

Part 10

AN 2.0: Sorry not sorry... So who caught my little GSG 9 easter egg? Any German readers who loved that series as much as I did?

So what do you think and do you hate me now?

Nothing is more discouraging than no feedback at all and maybe you get a quicker update … OR IS MY WRITING THAT BAD; THAT YOU HAVE TO SAVE OTHERS FROM READING IT??????

Thank you all for reading and until next time ;)

~MaggY

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7-wonders · 5 years

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As Above, So Below Ch. 17

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 4387

A/N: Wow, this chapter was incredibly hard to write, and I think that’s because this story’s starting to come to an end. I’m sad, but happy that this has been so well-received. Feedback is always appreciated, and I would love it if you liked and reblogged if you enjoyed!

A child’s imagination is endless, made up of numerous worlds crafted from nothing more than their minds. As a child, you would spend hours upon hours with other neighborhood children, playing as pirates, astronauts, cowboys and cowgirls, time travellers, and royalty. Bike helmets would serve as protection from the lack of oxygen in outer space, fallen branches acted as swords and pistols, daisy chains were crowns, and blankets were capes. These fairy tales, however, were just that: tales, imaginary scenarios that children dreamt up. At least, they were just tales until you fell down a Hellmouth with the God of the Dead. Five-year-old you, if she could see you right at this moment, would be absolutely green with envy.

Zoe, Madison, and Desa dress you, as they have so many times before, but it’s a silent affair this time. The tension in the room is thick and lingering, everybody on edge about the events soon to transpire. The three women are already dressed, and you assume the reason that it’s taking so long for them to get you dressed is a way to get rid of some nerves: by nitpicking about every aspect of your outfit, it allows them to visualize their stress.

The dress that they’ve decided on is off-the-shoulder and accentuates your curves before flowing like a ball gown down the rest of your body. It’s made of some sort of crushed velvet, although the material feels a lot more luxurious than the velvet that you’re used to. What takes some getting used to is the color, a deep burgundy that is darker than anything that you’ve worn since you first arrived in the Underworld. You can’t say that you hate it, mainly because it makes you look elegant in a way that you’ve never looked before. Lighter shades of red lick up the hem of the dress, making it look like you’re trailing flames.

Your makeup’s been done to perfection, but you wouldn’t expect anything else when Madison’s in charge. A silver necklace accented with rubies drips down your neck, and Zoe’s tongue pokes out of her mouth in concentration as she attaches matching ruby earrings to your earlobes. Reaching up to twist the silver ring with a cloudy gray pearl that sits on your index finger, you realize that your hands are shaking.

“Hey,” Madison calls to get your attention, “stop shaking or else you are going to end up sounding like a windchime with your necklace clanking around.” It’s a lame attempt to get you to smile, and the most you can force out is a halfhearted chuckle.

“I’ll try my hardest.”

“Whatever happens, (Y/N), we’re doing this together. Luckily for you, I don’t tolerate losing, so our only option is to win.”

“Ladies, it is time.” A knock sounds a second before the door opens, Thanatos peeking his head in.

“Are you ready?” Desa asks.

“Nope, but that doesn’t really matter since we’re doing this.” You blink away a sudden rush of tears when you smile at Desa for what may be the last time, taking a deep breath and nodding. “Now or never, then.”

Even from outside of the Grand Hall, you can still tell that the regality of this affair is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Just seeing the procession ahead of you of demons, mythical beings, and gods is insanely intimidating. Although you and Michael have gone through how the coronation will go, and what to say and do, you’re still worried that you’ll mess up. Before you can have any more time to worry, however, the large doors open and the orchestral music swells.

Every person, or creature, stands the moment you enter. In this moment, you wish more than ever that Michael was by your side. Madison would absolutely berate you in this moment if she could, the sight of you trying to avoid shaking like a leaf as you walk down the aisle presumably rage-inducing. Everybody’s eyes are glued to you, the train of your dress trailing behind you. It honestly feels like a wedding, and you’re extremely thankful that you’re not actually marrying, or becoming queen, today. You love Michael, but the thought of anything as extravagant as what you’re experiencing right now is nauseating.

Michael stands on a raised altar, wearing his finest black uniform and a red cape with ornate attachments. A sword is sheathed at his side, the bejeweled hilt resting just above his hip. That beautiful black crown, adorned with red rubies, sits perched atop his golden curls; Michael’s ethereally intimidating, and you can see how his quiet demeanor is enough to rule over all of the dead. You smile shakily when you reach him, but he doesn’t break his stern face as he holds out a hand for you to grasp. He helps you sink to your knees, handmaidens fixing your dress behind you.

“Sirs and Madams, I present to you (Y/N) (Y/L/N), your undoubted Queen. Wherefore all you who are come this day to do your homage and service, are you willing to do the same?” Cassius, a high-ranking demon, has agreed to act as the master of ceremonies for today’s fake coronation and begins the proceedings. The crowd all affirms that they are willing, and Cassius turns to stand next to Michael and face you.

“Will you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), solemnly promise and swear to govern the peoples of the Underworld, and all of its domains, by the respective laws and customs?” Michael looks down at you and asks. Your hands rest in your lap, fingers twisting and turning nervously as you nod.

“I solemnly promise so to do,” you recite with a shaking voice.

“Will you to your power cause law and justice, in mercy, to be executed in all your judgments?”

“I will.”

“Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of the Underworld and preserve its legacy?”

“I will.”

The handmaidens walk forward at this cue and place a shimmering gold cape that drapes over your shoulders. Michael’s handed a small bowl with an ‘anointing oil’ inside of it. Due to the fact that this is a fake coronation, the oil is actually just water mixed with some lavender extract. Dipping his thumb into the ‘oil,’ he draws a symbol on your forehead while proclaiming something in Latin. You briefly realize that you’re going to have to learn Latin soon enough, a daunting task that you’ll push to the side for now as Michael takes your crown from the pedestal it sits upon.

Zoe had told you that there would be a special crown designed for the event, but you didn’t realize just how beautiful it would be. Delicate silver filigree connects the silver leaves to the base of the crown, creating a tiara that childhood you would have gone absolutely crazy for. Your favorite part, however, is the small flowers crafted out of the black onyx that Michael’s so fond of, small rubies dotting the center of each one. Although this isn’t an actual coronation, you’d be honored to wear a crown as beautiful and as regal as this one.

You hold your breath as the crown is placed on top of your head, sure that Satan’s going to tear the roof off of the building. Based on what you’re expecting, it’s anticlimactic when you’re crowned and nothing happens. Michael, to the outside eye, doesn’t look concerned, but you can see the confusion on his face. Where’s the uproar, the screaming? Nobody was planning on this to actually go off without a hitch. Michael proceeds as if nothing unexpected has happened, taking your hands and pulling you up to your feet.

“Queen (Y/N), ruler of the Underworld. Long may she reign.” Michael formally presents you to the crowd of people, who all stand in recognition.

“Long may she reign,” they repeat before cheering.

“Oh yes, long may she reign,” a mocking voice sounds above the cheering, sending the attendees into silence. A man steps into the aisle, calmly approaching the altar that you and Michael stand on. He’s tall, his unruly black hair somehow manages to look like he styled it that way, and his hazel eyes seem to flicker and crackle with sparks. Guards stand at attention, ready to protect you if the need arises, but a mere flick of the man’s hand sends the guards falling to the ground in a heap. “My son, are you really so naive as to believe that I would not find out about this secret coronation of yours?”

Michael steps ahead, putting a protective arm in front of your body. It’s at this moment that you realize two things: One, that Satan was able to assume a human form in order to sneak into the coronation. While this is frightening, the second thing that you realize assures you that the plan is not completely derailed, and this is that Satan doesn’t realize that this is a fake coronation. He thinks that you’ve just been legitimately crowned queen, which means that Michael’s assumption about his father’s impulsiveness proves correct.

“Oh, I’m not naive at all. In fact, I like to believe that I planned this perfectly. You are, after all, our honored guest this afternoon.” Satan quirks an eyebrow, scoffing at Michael’s vague statement.

“Pardon my bluntness, but what exactly are you getting at?”

“He’s saying that we’ve got you right where we want you, dumbass,” Madison speaks up from amongst the crowd, self-assured voice ringing loud and clear. Satan slowly looks over his shoulder, smiling a smile that, you realize with a pang in your chest, is the exact same feral grin that you’ve seen multiple times on Michael.

“The Goddess of Witchcraft. I was wondering when you would grace us with your presence,” Satan sarcastically retorts. “Let us stop with these games, Michael. You know what I want, and you know that I can and will get it with whatever means necessary.” You hold back a shudder when he turns those cold eyes towards you; if there was ever a time to describe someone as having eyes filled with hellfire, it would be now.

“Then you should also know, Father, that I don’t cater to the whims of those below me.”

“‘Below’ you?” Satan’s impulsiveness strikes once again as he steps closer, standing on the bottom step of the altar while pointing a long finger at Michael. “I created you, boy, and you would do well to remember that.”

“Madison?” Michael calls, the goddess fluidly raising a hand in the air. You watch with bated breath as she draws out the tension before closing her hand into a fist. Like a mirage, the crowd of spectators shimmer before disappearing into thin air. The once-full Grand Hall is now deserted, save for you, Madison, Zoe, Michael, Thanatos, and Satan.

“A clever parlor trick, but I do not see how this factors into your grand plan.”

“It’s simply a way to avoid collateral damage,” Michael smirks.

When Satan goes to question Michael again, his face is frozen in an open-mouthed, angry expression. You’re momentarily confused until you glance over and see Madison and Zoe working together to keep him frozen to his spot.

“The spell won’t keep him like this for too long; we need to transmute now, or else we’ll lose our chance,” Zoe commands in a rare show of dominance. Michael clasps one of your hands as you form a circle around Satan, Zoe grabbing onto your other hand to connect the chain of magic. Once everyone has a hold on someone else’s hand, Madison nods.

“I’m going to release him from his bonds. The second I let go, we need to transmute.” You nod, nerves being overtaken by the desire to defeat this man who, for all intents and purposes, has attempted to make your life a living hell. “Now!”

Even with everyone’s powers being combined, the toll that it takes on your mortal body to help move the Devil through time and space is extremely noticeable. You’re panting, chest heaving as if you’ve just ran a marathon. Your overheated body, however, quickly becomes chilled when the eternal winter air of Cocytus freezes your nerve endings. The sleeveless coronation gown does little to protect you from the elements, and you clench your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering. Satan stumbles forward as he suddenly regains control of his body, synapses trying to catch up to the reflexes that were delayed while he was under Madison’s control. Madison, Zoe, and Thanatos go to work at discreetly heating up the thick layer of ice that lays beneath Satan’s feet, while you and Michael start to distract him.

“I admire your desire to move this little battle of yours to the edge of your domain in an attempt to minimize casualties, Michael. However, this will make it quite difficult for your subjects to recover your bodies after I am done with you five.” Although Satan’s got his eyes locked on Michael’s, shivers still wrack down your spine from the intensity of it all.

“You’ve always been far too cocky for your own good, Father,” Michael says.

“And you have always been too churlish. My problem, though, does not lie with you.”

Satan steps towards you slowly, hair barely rustling even with the icy wind whipping across the flat landscape. Michael attempts to put himself in front of you, offering his body as your shield, but you place your hand on his shoulder to stop him. No words are exchanged between you, but the look in your eyes says it all. You need to do this, need to keep the Devil occupied with the misguided hope that he could take his ‘enemy’ out easily. The ice is too thick for just Madison, Zoe, and Thanatos to melt, and he would figure out the plan immediately if you were to start helping. It needs to be you that captures his attention.

“Look, I never wanted any of this in the first place. You know that I wasn’t originally brought here of my own volition, right?” Your eyes shift quickly from Satan to his son, letting the golden-haired god know to start helping the others.

“I figured as much upon seeing how you reacted to your first few days in the Underworld. Indeed, I had hoped that you would find your way back Above without my intervention. After all, I have never been one for getting my hands dirty. But once you attended that ball with Michael, I knew that I needed to make an appearance in order to…spur everyone into saving the life of their sweet, innocent little human pet,” Satan mocks with a wide grin. “Imagine my surprise and delight when the Underworld attempted to expel you itself.”

“So you didn’t know that the Underworld was slowly killing me?” It’s a dumb question to ask, but it masks the subtle cracking of the ice as the structure starts to weaken.

“I did not, but it certainly worked to my advantage. That is, until you decided to attempt the test of the Seven Wonders with the expectation that, if you passed, your title of Supreme Witch would allow you more time in the Underworld.”

“And now I’m here,” you mutter, flexing your frozen fingers to keep from shaking with nerves. Your life has been full of fears being faced in recent months, but nothing you’ve seen so far compares to the fear you feel from being in front of the embodiment of the antithesis of good.

“And now you are here,” Satan agrees. “I must admit, (Y/N), I admire your fiery tenacity. Your dedication to those that you care about is one of the few positive human traits that I shall miss upon my destruction of humanity.”

“Who says you’ll even get the chance to destroy humanity?” Satan laughs loudly, spreading his arms as if to prove a point.

“How can any of you expect to defeat me, when I have already won? All of the magic in the universe would not be able to kill me; your attempts, while noble, have proven fruitless. And now, you all must die.”

When your lungs start burning for air, it takes your brain a moment to realize what’s happening. It’s ironic that the lack of oxygen is preventing you from registering that your airway is obviously being cut off, and it’s only when you see Satan’s hand flexing at his side that your mind makes the connection that it’s his powers that are suffocating you. A loud gasping noise is the only sound you can make as your hands come up to your throat, fingers clawing at the invisible hands that have you in a vice like grip. He laughs as he lifts his hand, the invisible hand holding you captive forcing your body up in the air. Michael’s attention is drawn away from his task when he senses your distress, and you have to furiously shake your head to let him know that you’ve got things under control.

Black spots dance across your vision as you hold your own hand out, trying to summon the large chunk of ice that you can see laying thirty feet away. You’re pleased to know that, even on the verge of losing consciousness, your powers still remain as potent as they have been since you finished your last wonder. The frozen mass wobbles before propelling forwards, smacking against Satan’s skull before he can comprehend the giant ice ball flying straight at him. It doesn’t knock him out, but it does knock him down and jar his concentration, releasing you from his grasp.

The burning in your lungs is even worse as you hurriedly breathe heavy gasps of air, body trying to make up for the lack of oxygen it’s experienced. You’re on your hands and knees, coughing while you try to blink your vision back into place. The three Satans that keep weaving in and out of your eyesight are slow to get up, and you’re already back on your feet by the time he manages to crawl to his knees.

“It truly is a shame that, after all the trouble your friends went through to save their precious human, you will die at my hand.” Satan morphs from his human body to the being that you first saw him as, with a coal-black body that moves as if it’s made of smoke, raised etchings decorating his ‘skin.’ Those burning embers that constitute his eyes are somehow less terrifying than his piercing human gaze, but they still burn down upon you.

Satan’s transformation into his original form, which he sees as his final show of power before he kills you once and for all, works to your advantage. The ice, slowly yet surely cracking beneath him the entire time, now starts to rupture loudly from the combination of the weakening structure and the sudden extra weight standing on top of it. Satan yells when he looks down to see what’s happening underneath him, stepping back to escape the danger. When you combine your power with theirs, it is the missing link that is needed to fully melt the ice underneath him. A tremendous breaking sound rings through the air, the ice finally giving way to the freezing waters that flow below.

His claws scrabble across the ice as his lower half is submerged, but even Satan is no match to the freezing shock to the nervous system that falling through ice provides. The fire in his eyes is extinguished as he bobs up and down in the water, slowly sinking down into the depths of Cocytus. You watch with bated breath as the once-great creature is reduced to nothing more than a block of ice, his outstretched hand being the last part of him that you see. You all look at each other in disbelief, trying to find the words to accurately describe how you’re feeling.

“Did…did we do it?” Zoe asks, hands on her hips as she tries to gather her breath.

“I think so,” Thanatos replies, peering into the rushing, dark water for any sign of life.

Michael smiles at you, and you start to make your way towards him from across the ice. His face, however, quickly turns into a look of alarm when you hear cracking from under your feet. Whether the ice was overheated from the combination of your powers or Satan’s weight had more of an effect on the surface than any of you realized, it doesn’t matter in this moment.

“Run!” A chorus of voices start screaming, three sets of eyes and one set of empty eye sockets watching as you stumble through the snow to try and get to safety. Ice, unfortunately, is much faster than you. You can barely form a scream before the ice breaks beneath you, plunging you into the freezing waters.

Inadvertently gasping at the shock of suddenly being in the coldest water you’ve ever felt, your lungs become flooded with the water. Everytime your body tries to cough it up, you inhale more. Your arms and legs thrash around you as you try to remember how to swim, but the panic and the shock make it impossible to even think. You don’t even know which way is up, the water so disorienting that every direction seems to be the same.

Up above, Madison screams after you disappear. Michael surges forward, forgetting the apparent danger that comes with unstable ice. He starts to kick at the snow, uncovering the ice to try and see if he can find your body. Zoe looks into the hole where you fell through, tracking the current that moves the water, and your body, downstream.

“The current’s this way!” She yells, gaining the attention of the three others who are furiously kicking snow out of the way.

“Michael, breathe,” Madison touches his shoulders to make him focus on her. “Pinpoint her life force, use your powers.”

Michael nods, hands raking through his hair while he tries to find you. When he does locate your spirit, he runs along the direction of the current, falling to his knees and clearing the snow away from the ice. He starts to pound his fists against the ice, desperately trying to break through before he loses his chance.

It’s funny, you dimly think, how this dying experience is so much different than your last. When you were dying of the fever, your body killing itself as a response to being in the Underworld, you were terrified. You didn’t want to die, and the disorienting blur of events frightened your already-scared self. Now, though, you’re calm. Maybe you’re already dead? After the panic subsided, the only thing left was a serene sense of peace. The current that you’re drifting along with is comforting, wrapping around you like a thick blanket and completely enveloping you.

The last thing that you think about is Michael, but that’s not too surprising. You imagine his smile and how he was never able to understand your millennial jokes. You can almost feel his hands clutching yours, surprisingly warm considering he’s the God of the Dead. You wish you had more time with him, imagining all of the things that you would be able to do if you weren’t going to die in this water. Sure, you would have had to find some way to remain in the Underworld that was more permanent than being the Supreme, but you could handle anything as long as Michael was at your side. “I’m sorry, Michael,” you think.

“Get back!” Madison waits for Thanatos to drag Michael away before muttering an explosion spell. There’s no way that Michael would have been able to smash his way through the thick ice, and his bloodied fists would only become worse if she allowed him to continue his futile pursuit. The spell helps to make some progress, but Madison has to repeat the spell two more times before the ice breaks away and exposes the water.

Michael crawls to the jagged lip of broken ice, jeweled hand reaching into the freezing water to try and fish you out. He searches through the water, your body bumping into him right as he was starting to consider jumping in himself. You’re dead weight, and Michael has to wrap both of his arms around you to drag you back up onto the ice. Your lips are a sickening blue, and Michael panics when he can’t find your pulse.

CPR isn’t something he’s too familiar with, but he knows enough about the process to start pumping at your chest and administering compressions. Zoe clutches onto Madison, tears freezing as they make tracks down her cheeks. Thanatos, so used to being the one to help, can do nothing but watch as Michael tries to resuscitate you. Michael pinches your nose shut and tilts your chin back, breathing into your mouth before starting compressions again. When you cough up buckets of water, chest heaving as your lungs get rid of the water while simultaneously attempting to breathe normally again, Michael sobs. When your eyes blink open and you look around, everybody, even Madison, sobs.

“Hi, darling,” Michael mumbles, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You smile weakly, Michael stopping you as you try to speak through your coughing. “Shh, it’s okay. You don’t need to say anything.”

Although he tells you not to speak, there’s a million things that you want to say. How grateful you are for being saved, the happiness you feel at Satan being gone, the excitement at what comes next, how tired you are after coming back to life, and especially how cold you are. Michael doesn’t need to hear you say it out loud though, smiling as he hears your inner monologue. He stands with you in his arms, carrying you off of the death trap of a frozen lake so that he can transmute with you and get you warmed up before you go into shock, Madison, Zoe, and Thanatos staying behind to freeze the river back over again to fully trap Satan and his consciousness. There’s a million things that you want to say, but now you have all the time in the world to say it.

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The Home We Built Together, part 19

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: Okay, yall. I brainstormed this chapter for a long time, even before I got to it. Then I let the details happen while in the process of writing. I like how it came out, and hope yall do too!

“You want me to get on that…thing?” Distaste dripped off Astrid’s tongue. She scrunched her nose at the annoyed snort that blew from the dragon’s nostrils aimed toward her. Apparently, he didn’t appreciate her attitude.

Hiccup splayed his hands out. “That’s sorta the point of how I’d show you how cool Toothless is.”

Astrid eyed him doubtfully. “And you’ve been riding this dragon for how long?”

“About two and a half weeks.” A thoughtful expression crossed Hiccup’s face. “I was clinging to his tail the first time, so I don’t necessarily count that ride.”

Astrid huffed. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering this. “Hiccup, I swear to Thor, if this thing throws me off, you better pray to Odin I don’t survive, because you will experience my axe handle being shoved up in places the sun doesn’t shine. And then I’ll divorce you.”

Hiccup drew in a deep breath. “Fair enough.”

Astrid cringed as she climbed atop the dragon’s back to sit behind Hiccup. She’d glared at him as she shooed away his offered hand. Her skin crawled at the feel of the dragon’s warm scales through the material of her tights. She didn’t know where to rest her hands and held arms out at her sides as if she’d be poisoned instantly if her skin came in contact with the dragon’s hide.

Hiccup leaned close to the dragon’s head. “Toothless, be gentle.”

The dragon sunk low to the ground, wiggling its tail and Astrid assumed it was preparing to launch.

“You might want to hold on,” Hiccup suggested the split second before the dragon shot into the air.

It was official. She’d gone mad, and it was all her scrawny husband’s fault.

Astrid had been through many terrifying situations. A Monstrous Nightmare had torched her roof and crawled into her home when she was a little girl. She’d stood her ground with her little axe clinched in her fists, ready to defend her home from the flaming demon.

But fighting dragons and flying on the backs of them were two completely different circumstances and facing down the fiery Nightmare as a child seemed like a picnic on the shoreline compared to the weightless feeling of shooting to the sky with no guarantee of plummeting to your death.

A bloodcurdling scream reverberated through her as she grabbed for anything to hold on to. Her legs wrapped around Hiccup’s waist as one hand found his shoulder guard, and another latched onto to his hair. She yanked herself upright, Hiccup’s small frame barely keeping both of them in the saddle.

The dragon leveled out at an alarming height over the sea. Astrid pressed her torso up against Hiccup’s back and gripped both arms around his chest.

“He’s not usually like this,” Hiccup laughed nervously, glancing back at her. “Oh no—” he managed to slip out before the dragon plummeted at a speed only the gods were capable of.

“I’m sorry!” Astrid blurted out, pressing her forehead into Hiccup’s back so hard she could have pushed right through him. The dragon had seemed okay with her until she’d insulted him. She didn’t realize dragons could get insulted. But in this moment, that was the explanation that popped in her head and she had to make it right, or else she’d die of fright and that would be the most embarrassing death imaginable. “I’m sorry for calling him a thing, all right?!”

There was sudden jerk upwards, as if strings had been yanked, and the dragon leveled out.

Astrid clung to her husband’s small frame, eyes screwed shut and breath ragged from her lungs. The wind blew across her bare arms in a nice, steady stream as the dragon glided straightforward.

“You can open your eyes, milady,” Hiccup’s gentle voice encouraged. She was suddenly aware of his hand covering her and his thumb grazing over her knuckles in a soothing manner.

The ends of Hiccup’s hair tickled her face as she dislodged from his back. Astrid squinted as the wind blew in her eyes. White air surrounded them, and she realized they were soaring through the clouds.

The comfort of Hiccup’s touch faded as he withdrew his hand to hang on to the saddle. Astrid swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Fear was replaced by curiosity as she grasped Hiccup’s shoulder with one hand and reached out to touch the clouds with the other.

A laugh of relief escaped her as she watched a cloud ribbon through her fingers. She completely forgot that she was a mountain high off the ground, and that height was achieved by riding a dragon. She looked out, unafraid. A city of clouds was all around them. Her heart quickened, but this time it was from the amazing sight she was currently beholding.

Hiccup glanced over her shoulder, beaming at her. His delight gave her the encouragement to let go of his shoulder and throw both arms into the air. The damp coolness of the clouds caused a shiver to ripple along her skin.

The dragon glided lower, exiting the cover of the clouds. Astrid gasped at the horizon as the sun was beginning to set. Rich and glowing orange painted the sky. The sea raced by in a magnificent blur of white caps and dark streaks. She’d never seen anything this extraordinary.

They circled away from the sunset, the dark of evening now shrouding the sky.

Through a patch of clouds, they emerged onto the brilliant sight of the village of Berk. They passed the great stone statues of the past kings, their wide mouths glowing with eternal flames. Astrid was awestruck. Never had she seen Berk from such an amazing viewpoint. The torches were like little yellow dots scattered all over the shelves of the isle. Her mouth formed a silent ‘wow’ at the lights glittering in her eyes.

Astrid rested her chin on Hiccup’s shoulder, snaking her arms around his middle and hugging against him. A warmth had seeped into her belly and little sparks tingled her limbs.

“What do you think of the ride?” Hiccup asked, breaking the spell that had mesmerized her.

“I have to admit, it’s pretty cool,” which was completely an understatement compared to the thrill teeming inside her. She rolled her chin on his shoulder to get a better view of the side of his face. “Hiccup, why didn’t you tell me about him?”

She noticed in the moonlight Hiccup’s knuckles tightening on the saddle. After a tentative moment, he asked far too softly as if afraid of the answer she’d provide, “What would you have done if I did?”

Astrid waited a several seconds to answer. For the first time ever, she didn’t like what she was about to say concerning a dragon. “I probably would have told your father and he’d have killed him,” she swallowed hard, “or I would have tried to kill him myself.”

She felt the deep breath in Hiccup’s back. “And in both of those cases, I would have lost the two most important individuals in my life.”

Hiccup’s brokenness in those words stabbed deep into Astrid’s stomach. She slid her forehead to rest against his shoulder blade and screwed her eyes shut tightly. An ache like none she’d ever experienced burdened her heart. She couldn’t imagine losing Hiccup. Not now.

They’d only been married a few months. They hadn’t made confessions of love for one another, or even consummated their marriage. But Astrid knew right then that if she lost him from death or other circumstances, she wouldn’t recover. Her lips left barely a kiss on the back of his throat, the need to be close to him stronger than ever.

Even after the lying and the secrets and befriending the enemy, everything in Astrid’s being was being pulled to stick with Hiccup. It went against everything she stood for her entire life, but by his side was more important now than traditional thinking that had been ingrained in her since birth.

By the time they’d landed, Astrid had convinced herself to call the dragon by name. It would take getting used to, being tolerate toward a dragon, but she was willing.

Astrid hopped off Toothless first. “Thanks for the ride,” she said to him, feeling awkward speaking directly to a dragon. Toothless seemed to understand and warbled cheerfully back at her.

Hiccup joined her on the ground, his head hung low. He sucked in his bottom lip, seeming to prepare himself for what was to come. “Will you keep Toothless a secret?” He met her gaze suddenly with a look of determination and resolve, along with a twinge of pain in his voice. “Because if you’re not, me and him will be gone before morning. Just give us a head start is all I ask.”

Astrid scrunched her cheeks, his plan throwing her for a loop. She reared her elbow back, landing a punch to his forearm. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ll keep your secret.”

Hiccup grabbed his arm, throwing her an incredulous look. “Okay, but you didn’t have to hit me to give me the answer.”

Astrid leaned on her left hip, folding arms over her chest. “Oh, that was actually for kidnapping me and making me think I was about to be eaten by a dragon.”

“Well, just trying to sweep my girl off her feet.” How nonchalant.

The corny remark sent a little wave of giddiness through her. How did he have such an effect on her! She hauled him in by the leather strap across his chest and let him know how she really felt about being swept off her feet. She didn’t give him time to react before breaking the kiss. A goofy little grin formed on his face causing heat to rise in her cheeks.

Toothless chose that moment to rejoin them, his thirst after the flight satisfied by the crystal clear lake. He nudged Hiccup’s arm, and Hiccup smiled at Toothless, patting his head. The dragon seemed gentle and friendly, nothing like Astrid had ever seen before. How could a dragon be this way?

“Thank you, Astrid, for keeping Toothless a secret,” Hiccup acknowledged with a stroke of gratitude. A ripple of fervor made its way through Astrid seeing how much this meant to him. If there was one thing she’d learned about Hiccup since their nuptials, it was how passionate he could be for what was important to him.

“Don’t make me regret it,” she added, because she trusted Hiccup but her trust in Toothless was still on trial.

Hiccup cracked that gaped-tooth smile of his. “We won’t.” He scrubbed his knuckle between Toothless’ ears. “Right, bud?”

Toothless pointed his nose in the air, warbling.

The moon hung high and the evening’s chill had set in. “We better get home. It’s getting late.”

Hiccup nodded, solemnly. He scratched under Toothless’ chin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Toothless gave a rumble in response, flicking his tongue out to lick Hiccup’s cheek. Astrid turned away before she reacted out of instinct. The shock of a dragon not consuming her husband whole was too much to handle for the time being.

She held out her hand for Hiccup to take. He glanced down at the offer unsure, as if not believing she wanted him to hold her hand. Why did he doubt her physical affection still?

Hiccup finally accepted it, and she squeezed his hand reassuring him that everything was okay. She didn’t know how long their secret would stay concealed or what would happen if it were ever discovered. For now, she would do everything within her power to keep the dragon safe, for Hiccup’s sake.

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