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bubblebaththoughts · 6 months

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Somnophilia

perv!Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikayan!Reader

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warnings: 18+ MDNI! SOMNOPHILIA!!!, kinda dark, dubcon, pervy Lo’ak, Lo’ak is a little delulu, P in V, “unwanted” touches, Reader is Kiri’s best friend.

“Kiri! Stop it!” You shoved her off

“Ah- Someone has a crush!!!” Kiri teased

You both hear the flap of the tent-like marui pod swoosh open and then closed, neither bothered to look and see who it was as you two were basically in the middle of a wrestling match.

“You like him!” Kiri pointed in your face

“She likes who?” The person who walked in now spoke up, making you and Kiri finally look up to see who it was.

You knew who it was by his voice, Lo’ak. Kiri’s face dropped as she saw him, looking over at you for a second to widen her eyes.

“None of your business.” Kiri answered for you, crossing her arms at Lo’ak

He merely shrugged, passing the two of you to sharpen his hunting knife in the corner. He kept his head down, grinding the sharp edge against a stone as you and Kiri resumed your conversation.

You must have forgotten Lo’ak was there, and he could hear about your admiror“And then Nìtem was adjusting me and I-“

“Nìtem?” Lo’ak interrupted, almost dropping his knife “You like Nìtem?”

Your eyes snap up at him, a murderous glare.

“Brother, I suggest you keep your mouth shut.” Kiri warns, a stern look crossing her face

“Seriously? Nìtem!” Lo’ak scoffed

“What do you care?” You ask, your eyes narrowed at him

“I didn’t.” Lo’ak shook his head “I don’t care.”

“Mind your own business baby brother.” Kiri sassed

Lo’ak rolled his eyes, going back to sharpening his knife with a huff.

“I wanna go look at the stars.” You sighed, lying down on the floor and staring up at the low ceiling of the pod.

“Then go look at the stars.” Kiri suggested

“Are you going to come?” You perked your head up

“No it’s cold.” Kiri smiled “If you want to go out there, you’re on your own.”

“I’ll go.” Lo’ak said, lowly

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped listening in on my conversations.” Kiri’s eye glared around Lo’ak

“And I’d appreciate it if you would stop being such a baby.” Lo’ak sassed back to his sister.

“I’m going to look at the stars, I don’t care who comes.” You shrug, walking out by yourself

You hear footsteps beside you, Lo’ak’s footsteps.

“You really like Nìtem?” He asked softly

You shook your head, “No.”

“Then why-“ Lo’ak began

“Just because he came up in conversation doesn’t mean I like him.” You tell him, peeking back to see his face

You find an area that isn’t completely covered by trees so the stars were all visible.

“So why did you want to see the stars?” Lo’ak asked as you squatted down on the mossy ground

Your eyes snap up at him, “Why did you want to come out here with me?”

Your hands feel around the ground, making sure it was smooth so you could lay down to watch the sky.

“I asked you first.” Lo’ak countered as he got down on the ground next to you

“Because, I mean-. Look at them.” You pointed up at the sky. “They’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are.” Though Lo’ak’s eyes never left you as you were explained your reasoning

Your head turns to him, “So why did you come out here with me?” You repeat tour earlier question

“Just-“ Lo’ak began “Just gotta keep an eye on you.” He shrugged

You scoff, “If anyone should have an eye on them it should be you, Lo’ak.”

He mocks offense, placing a hand on his own chest, “How could you say that?”

“Whatever, troublemaker.” You roll your eyes, tilting your head back up to the sky “And stop staring at me, watch the sky.”

Lo’ak listens, for the first time ever, and readjusted himself to look up at the sky.

You are comforted by the silence of the world right now. The clan were all, for the most part, asleep. And soon you felt your eyes getting heavy and then very soon after that, you had drifted off to sleep.

Lo’ak hadn’t noticed until he had heard a light snore come from you. That’s when he looked over and noticed your sleeping form.

At first, he wanted to wake you up, but he felt it was best to leave you alone. But he didn’t want to leave you there, what kind of friend would he be if he left you there?

But it was cold out here, like Kiri had mentioned. He debated with himself, but figured if he just got close to you, your body heat would keep each other warm.

So Lo’ak scooted close to you, slipping his arm around your waist and holding you as close as he could allow himself.

Sleep wouldn’t come to Lo’ak like it did to you. Instead, all he could think about was how close he was to you, how the curve of your ass fit perfectly against his hips, how your head rested on his shoulder, how hard he could feel himself getting.

He tried to brush it off, go to sleep, anything. This wasn’t the best time, at all.

He found that his hands had a mind of their own as they gently squeezed at your hips, absentmindedly pulling you back on forth on to him for some sort of relief.

Lo’ak shifted against you, his eyes flickering down to your sleeping face. You wouldn’t mind, right? Fuck it, he didn’t care.

He leant down, his lips peppered kisses on your neck as his long fingers slipped under your loincloth.

You sighed, making Lo’ak pause, he peeked down at your face, you were still asleep.

He continued his venture to your pussy, pushing your loincloth completely out of the way.

He had to hold back a moan as his fingers separated your soft folds, Eywa, you were so wet, so wet for him, you just didn’t know that, yet. His finger circled your clit for a moment before he moved it down to your tight hole.

He edged to tip of his finger in, watching your face for a reaction. Once you didn’t react, he sunk his finger in.

Your body naturally reacted to him, your walls gushed around his single finger. He smirked down at you, you were being so good for him.

Slowly, he started to gently thrust his finger in and out of you. While somehow still asleep, you arch your back against him, a low breathy moan leaving your lips. You were so reactive.

Suddenly, the best idea he’s ever come up with popped into his head. He pulls his finger from you with a quiet “pop”.

Lo’ak maneuvered himself from behind you and gently laid you on your back, He slowly untied your loincloth and discarded it. Then he spread your legs until he could fully see your pretty pussy, all splayed out tor him, dripping wet.

“Fuck, sevin…” He muttered to himself lowly as he sunk in between your beautiful legs.

He admired your beauty for a second before he used his fingers to hold your pussy lips apart so he would have better access to your little clit.

He leaned in, taking your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue on it. He began to hear your breathy sighs once again as he continued his advance on you.

You slowly begin to drift from deep sleep, feeling a beautiful sensation between your legs. Your eyelids flutter open and you can barely make out the silhouette of a figure hovering over your pussy. You soon realize that it's Lo’ak and he's definitely in between your legs, his tongue gliding along your sensitive skin.

“Lo’ak!” You gasped down at him

His eyes flickered up at you, a smirk falling on his lips before he looked back down to continue his meal.

His tongue is gentle and playful as it swirls in circles around your clit. His movements are slow and calculated as he teases you, running his tongue along your inner and outer lips. His breathing is heavy and you can feel his desire for you emanating from his body.

He slides his tongue back up to your clit and sucks it into his mouth, gently biting and licking it. You moan softly in pleasure and arch your back, pressing your hips up against his face. His hands wander up your body and he kneads your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he continues to pleasure you.

“Lo’ak… please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking for, you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop… or to fuck you with his tongue harder.

Your desire for him grows and you can feel your orgasm building. He moves his tongue faster and faster, pushing you over the edge. You cry out as pleasure washes over you, your orgasm rippling through your body. He doesn't stop until every last wave of pleasure has passed and you collapse onto the ground, exhausted.

He crawled up to you, hovering over you.

“What the fuck Lo’ak!” You cursed at him, out of breath

“You wanted it, sevin. Your body was calling for me.” He grunted into your ear, then leaning down to kiss, bite, and suck on your neck.

“Aha- Lo’ak- You shouldn’t.” You try to push him away

“Why not, sevin?” He whined to you “Made you feel so good, didn’t I?”

“You did but-“ You began

“But what? No need to fight me if you want this. C’mon pretty girl, don’t make me stop.” He was more focused on leaving love marks on your neck than to listen to you

“We might get caught.” You tried to reason with him

“That’s a risk I’m definitely willing to take.” He moaned against your neck. “Besides, no one is awake sevin, no need to worry. It’s just you and me, and the stars.”

“Hah… Okay.” You give in

Your hands wander his body, gliding up his torso to his shoulders, then his neck as he peppered kisses on yours.

“I’ve wanted you…” He leaned in, kissing your lips “…for so long.”

“Lo’ak…” You whined against him

“Patience, sevin.” He remarked, pulling away, he brings his hand to your cheek, his thumb rested on your lips as he observed your beauty.

You feel his hands on every inch of your body, exploring the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, and the contours of your face. His lips follow suit, sending tingles down your spine as he leaves a trail of kisses across your skin. His hands wander further, pushing against your inner thighs as his mouth finds its way to yours.

His kiss is passionate and hungry, his body pressing against you as he holds you close. You feel yourself melting into him, every inhibition and worry slipping away as you succumb to his touch.

He continues to explore your body, like his hands and lips never want to be still for a moment.

His hands wander further south, caressing your inner thighs before he slips a finger inside of you. Your eyes close and you moan with pleasure as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you. You feel his hard cock on your thigh and you open your eyes to see him looking at you with pure desire. He moves his finger faster, and you arch your back as the pleasure builds inside of you.

“You getting close again?” He asked, teasingly

“Mhm..” You moan, too embarrassed to use your words

He slides his finger out, making you whine.

He moves so that he is on top of you, pushing his cock against your slick pussy. You gasp as he slides inside of you, filling you completely. He moves his hips in deep theusts, driving you wild with pleasure.

“That feels better, doesn’t it?” He whispered to you as he brought his finger back down to your cunt, this time focusing solely on your clit

“Faster… please.” You moan in response, trying to grind against his slow pace.

“You got it princess.” He smirked, speeding up his thrusts

“Ah! Lo’ak!”

“It’s okay, you’re right there aren’t you?” His head leaned down to kiss on your neck again

“Yes!”

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, until you can't take it anymore. You cry out as you reach the peak of pleasure, thrashing against him.

“You’re squeezing me so good sevin, c’mon, make me cum pretty girl.” He moaned

You pull him against you tightly, letting him decide the pace now that you had already cum.

With a whimper, he’s cumming, and he’s cumming deep inside of you.

You feel his warmth as he fills you with his cum, marking you as his own. You lay there, panting, your body still trembling from the pleasure he has given you.

“Told you we wouldn’t get caught.” He smiled, reaching to your face to push your hair back

“Whatever,” You whine, pushing at his chest

“You don’t think I’m going anywhere do you?” He asked with a tilt to his head “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He leans down, biting your neck gently and then whispers: “You’re mine now.”

taglist: @danniackerman @loaksslut

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elliesmistress · 3 months

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Here are some loser!Ellie hc's, my imagination about how Ellie "coming out to Joel" and just her in general.

Warnings: swearing, drug usage (weed) Ellie is in high school (but in her final year so she's 18), no use of y/n, suggestive themes (kissing and cuddling AHHH 🤭🤭🤭), Ellie bottoms! 😨😨

♡ Loser!Ellie who met you during band practice at school, she was tuning her guitar and you came up to her and Dina .

"hey, is anyone using this drum kit?" Your tone was so sweet and my god did Ellie fold, she was just stuck, she couldn't say anything and Dina laughed at her. "No one's using it hon, you can use it" and when you played, my fucking god was Ellie shocked- she never thought someone so innocent looking would play so fucking good.

♡ Loser!Ellie who DEFINITELY offered to give you guitar lessons just so she could get closer to you and to give you lessons-

"hey, so I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mine sometime?" You ask Ellie and she freezes, she can't believe you've just asked her that and she agrees and that's how you guys started dating

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely NEVER tells Joel about you two dating but he's not dumb

♡ Loser!Ellie who whenever she gets back from school and Joel would ask about her day, she would go ON AND ON about you, like will NOT shut up about you. "That's nice kiddo, do you maybe wanna tell me what you did today?"

♡ Loser!Ellie 100% denies being gay, it's so obvious tho, like. She's got her Calvin Klein boxers all over her room, the way she talks about you, the way she gets all nervous whenever you come over for a "sleepover" (it was really a sleepover date) she CANNOT stop blushing when you're around her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who taught you how to rip a fat cone from a bong . "Yeah so like you kinda just" she put the bong to her mouth, using the lighter she blows in and breathes in for a decent 20 seconds before blowing out, let's just say you both hot boxed the room. Thank fuck Joel wasn't home.

♡ Loser!Ellie who 100% got you stoned for the first time (at Joel's house) and you called her "Els" for the first time and got SUPER tense and nervous, blushing like a little tomato <33

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely gets stoned with you and plays games like Minecraft, TWD (the game), horizon zero dawn.

♡ Loser!Ellie who refused to get up and pee when you were falling asleep on her shoulder, like this bitch was BUSTING but nope, can't move because you were falling asleep.

♡ Loser!Ellie who went downstairs shit faced stoned (eyes red, puffy eyes, very noticeable) because you were hungry and wanted a snack, who was "creeping" down the stairs and went to the pantry only for Joel to scare the shit out of her

"Ellie what are you doing?" She fucking screamed, dropping the chips "Joel?! What the fuck?"

"Go to bed kiddo it's late"

♡ Loser!Elliewho's a bottom, sorry I don't care about what y'all say, she's a bottom- your on her chest, she's hugging you closer to her and your planting little kisses on her collar bone. Once you both are asleep, Joel just knocks at the door and slightly opens it to make sure you guys are ok and he smiles when he sees you guys cuddling.

♡ Loser!Ellie who's 100% the little spoon, she wants to be all big and tough but as soon as you offer her "tough guy personality" immediately dies "do you want me to spoon you?" You offer and she frantically nods "yes, yes yes pleaseeeeeee"

♡ Loser!Ellie who falls asleep on your chest watching a super serious romance, comedy movie

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely listens to Rage against the machine, absolutely loves that fucking band, but she also likes chase Atlantic.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at a party with you and decides she can handle 5 shots (she can barely handle 2) so you have to drag her into the house with Joel laughing his ass off and she's just drunk and mumbling stupid shit "No! I'm not wasted you are!" Pointing at you and giggling like a little kid.

♡ Loser!Ellie who definitely walks out of her room with the small hickey's you gave her (didn't want Joel to see) but he saw and brought it up making her blush because you were next to her-

♡ Loser!Ellie who's doing the dishes and you get home from work and run over to her and hug her from behind, kissing her gently on her shoulder and her giggling like a mad man- slightly pushing you off "babeeee, I'm doing the dishes!"

♡ Loser!Ellie who doesn't let you pay for food, ANY FOOD! If you guys are high and watching something and you do "babe? Can we get some uber eats?" She grabs her phone, you get what you want and go "here's my card" and she shushes you and pays with her card.

♡ Loser!Ellie definitely gets mad when you don't offer her to shower with you, you get home from work all sweaty and disgusting and she rushes over to you and hugs you-

"ewww, ellieeee!" You shriek "I'm all yucky get off" and she simply goes "missed you sm"

"okay well I gotta go shower so" and she lets go and gives you puppy dog eyes "without me?" Her voice is soft and sad, you giggle. Ofc not, go get the towels.

♡ Loser!Ellie who is at dinner with Joel and Joel doesn't know how to bring it up but he just goes for it.

"Soo... She's a good friend of yours?" He says, putting down his fork. She looks up at him and nods "yeah" he coughs, looking at her with a stronger gaze than before "is she uh- is she your girlfriend?" Ellie looks at him and says "no"

"I wasn't born last night kiddo" he chuckles at how defensive she's gotten and then she finally admits it-

PART 2??

A/n: HIYAAA POOKIES <33 I know I've done absolutely fuck all the past few months BUT HEREEEEE (please don't come after my soul) haven't been too motivated to write again but I got motivated to write this and YES I am still WORKING on I never existed but yet again, it's not the type of writing I do because Ellie is a little cutie patooti , so I might change it slightlyyyyy so it's not AS TOXIC) love you all x

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adiralovespercyjackson · 1 month

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hi can u pls write a book percy x daughter of persephone based on i hate it here by taylor swift. where the reader has a secret garden that percy finds pls

Secret gardens in my mind.

Percy Jackson x Persephone!reader

Ofc since you said pls I actually have only listened to ‘I hate it here’ a few times and had to listen to it a bit before writing this so sorry if it’s not perfect, ask me if you wanna redo it :P

Also, this I kinda short :/

Warning: fluff/angst?? and minor swearing

On the radio:

Percy was just going on a walk in the woods. Nothing special. He was just going to clear his head after having to deal with 3 campers who were all arguing about 9/11— it’s a long story. It was late dusk and you could only see a few stars when you looked up at the sky. He walked a bit more, going deeper into the forest. Everything was going normal until he saw little stepping stones going into a path, candles lit the way.

“Hello?” He called out, wondering if anyone was there. Nothing. He followed the path into a beautiful garden. It had so many times of plants that it was like the dictionary for plants. In the middle of it all was a beautiful girl with a flower crown, singing to the plants as they magically grew. He just stared for a bit and listened to her angelic singing. She finally noticed him and practically jumped. “Gods! You…scared…me…!” She said, catching her breath. “Sorry, your voice is beautiful!” He said, smiling lopsidedly. “And what is this place anyway?” She smiled softly and handed him a flower, walking over to a tree and sitting under it. “My secret garden.” She said, looking him in the eye. “I’m a daughter of Persephone, this is my happy place, my escape.” Percy nodded, playing with the purple rose in his hand. “You- your garden is very gorgeous,” he said, smiling at you and looking around.

"Thanks. I come here when I get tired of the real world. It's sad, really, but I hate it out there. Why should demigods have to live like this because of the gods stupid mistakes?" she said, a flower slightly wilting before she instantly made it healthier. Gods, please no. Not her... Never again. Percy instantly got reminded of Luke. And he never wanted to go through that again, especially with a girl so gorgeous like her. "That's true, but instead of hating the gods for their mistakes, I would thank them. For letting me meet you." he sat down on a bench next to you. "That's...awful poetic. Child of Apollo?" she asked. Percy chuckled and sideways smirked, "Son of Poseidon at your service." she nodded. "So that's why you smell like seaweed and salt water." Percy shrugged. "Good or bad?"

"Good."

Percy just stared into her eyes for a bit. "I get it though, the world's annoying. Bleh." he fake gagged. She giggled and all the nearby flowers instantly had an aura around them, healthy and happy. "I never caught your name," she observed. "I never threw it." he answered, smiling and kissing her hand, "Percy Jackson." "I'm Y/n," she blushed.

"That's a gorgeous name."

"Thank you."

He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Why don't you come back to camp with me and we can hang out in my cabin?" he asked. "Sure, why not?" you replied. So you guys walked back to camp, not forgetting to blow out the candles before your departure.

Maybe the real world wasn't so bad. When your with someone you love, I mean.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #persephone #percy x Persephone!reader #taylor swift #request

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virq-qgo · 2 years

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Listen before I go// Simon (Ghost) Riley

Reader kinda sounds like a wattpad (y/n)- listen I tried to make the reader not sound so stupid but- y’all I’m flabbergasted from how wattpadish this sounds 😭

Pt.2

Warnings: ooc ghost, reader kins (y/n) wattpad. Reader is referred as “you” but use’s she/her pronouns, angst, my writing, character death? Violence, love confessions? Oh, and no editing :))) 🫶❤️

Angst below the cut

“I’m in love with you.” Who knew those five words could’ve brought you so much pain. You were so sure that Simon had returned those same exact feelings. Or why else would he be so kind and heartwarming to you yet stone cold to anyone else.

A trickle of blood escapes your lip as you chuckle. God you hated yourself for confessing to him, otherwise he would’ve still been here and would’ve helped this hidden ambush. But he wasn’t, and you couldn’t take out an army of men all by yourself. But you’ve managed to escape, with a few bullet wounds to say to the least.

And now you were here, sitting against a gratified broke wall bleeding to death. Remembering that you had previously turned off your intercom, you turn it back on. You hear your name being called countless of times, asking for your whereabouts or your status. But with your head being so fuzzy, you don’t know if you talk even if you tried.

“She’s fine guys, I was with her last.” You hear ghosts voice through the little radio. Both of your definitions of fine were different, his was if you got shot you’ll be fine, just a little wound. But yours, well you weren’t really sure. It was more than a gunshot wound, that was for sure.

“What is your status? We’re going to be heading back on the plane shortly.” Prices asks, you can tell he was getting a little impatient.

You cough, more blood running down your dry lips. “Don’t think I’ll make it this flight. Can I catch it later?”

“What are you talking about?” It was now soap talking. “Where are you? We’ll come to find you.”

The line goes silent before you hears ghosts voice once more, this time in more of a panic.

“There’s blood everywhere. Hopefully it’s from these men you’ve slaughter (name).”

“Yeah, you could say that. Say, Simon you wanna make me a promise?”

“A promise?” He seems confused, you noted.

“Don’t blame yourself okay?”

He stays silent, almost hesitant for his next choice of words. It was almost as if he didn’t believe you. “What’s your surroundings?”

“You’re not going to make it in time Simon. It’ll be too late by then.”

“What is she talking about Ghost?” Price asks. To be honest, you totally forgot all about the other four.

But Simon doesn’t respond. His hearts racing, there was too much blood, too many footsteps to even count. And your empty gun.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ghost hisses, “I’ve could’ve help you!”

You flinch at how loud he was. Who knew that a little radio could pick up the sound of anger in a persons voice. “Could you not bitch at me, I don’t need it right now.”

“When I find you it’s going to be more than being bitched at, (code name).”

Ouch, he must be pissed off if he was bringing out your code name. A sigh leaves your lips as you bring you hand to your face, wiping off the blood the kept dripping from your lip. He wasn’t going to find you in time, it wasn’t like you cared. It was going to save you from the future embarrassment of him seeing you in such a weak state and right after you confessed to him.

“Again, that is if you make it in time.”

Simon growls, “can you stop fucking saying that like you’re going to die?”

“You never know, I’ve been out here for awhile now. Never know if some animal is going to eat me for dinner.”

“Well aren’t you in luck, don’t think you’d be a subtle appetite to them.”

“Fucking hell,” you mumble. Your eyes were drooping from all of the blood that you loss. You were dying and you could really feel it now. “I’m by an old building. Not far from where you’re at, just keep going straight until you find a broken down wall with graffiti covering it.”

Simons end of the line was silent, but you assumed so. He was going to try to search for you all by himself because that’s what he does. If it didn’t hurt to chuckle, you would have. Cause it certainly didn’t take him too long to find you. You see the all to well know mask running towards you.

“Hey Simon,” you barely speak into the speaker, “I meant every word I’ve said.” Your hand falls to your side and your eyes roll back. You’ve done your best trying to keep your body going, but every has their weaknesses. Just as your eyes droop shut, Simon screams out your name.

There weren’t any moments where Simon feared life anymore. He lived through all terrifying moments of his life but nothing compared seeing your weak unconscious body. Simon could only run faster, hoping that he could beat death itself.

The man couldn’t afford to loose you, especially when he has something to confess too. God, his self hatred only grew when he turned you down harshly. Truth was, he was just scared. Scared that this was all of some sick joke one of the boys dared you to do. Scared that if he confessed right back, you’d laugh straight in his face and tell him you’d never feel the same way. But now that it hits him, you would never do that. You were too kind, and would never hurt him even if that meant hurting yourself.

“C’mon.” He whispers, his hands are on your shoulders. But when Simon pulls back to examine your body he wanted to puke. There was so much blood, he wondered how you could’ve even possibly walked a far or a distance and stayed on the line while waiting for him.

“Get the plane here now!” Simon yells into the radio, “I found (code name) but she’s unconscious!”

“Rodger that.” A voice responds, Simon doesn’t know who’s it is was but he frankly doesn’t care. He wanted you to wake up so he can tell you that he loves you. So he could tell you that he didn’t hate you, he was just lying.

After what felt like hours of requesting for the plane it finally came. Simon carefully lifted you up into his arms and boarded the plane. He ignored the worried looks of his teammates and gently laid you down on the cot so the medic’s could immediately get to work. Soap placed a hand on the man's shoulder and attempted to pull him away from the scene.

“Ghost,” Soap called out, his grip was getting a little tighter. “Come on, let them have their space.”

But Simon didn’t respond, he was stiffer than a board. He feared that if he were to leave you behind once again, you wouldn’t make it.

“You’ll get to see her once they save her, okay?”

“What if they don’t?”

Soap stays silent, watching over the girl too. His hand still on Simon’s shoulder. “Give her hope, it takes more than a few gunshot wounds to take her down. Just give’er a few days and she’ll be back up and bouncing.”

“I hope you’re right.”

#angst #hurt/comfort #cod mwii #mwii #mondern warefar 2 #mw2 imagine #mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod ghost x reader #cod imagine #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #task force 141 #ghost x reader #fluff

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banamine-bananime · 6 months

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one thing that always perplexes me is how often i see takes on tucker where the work positions him as a great dad*, fluent in sangheili language and culture, and most of all, a great diplomat.

i'm not here to yuck anyone's yum and i, too, am absolutely transfixed and enraptured by this man's oscillation between "my one purpose in life is to constantly test the human limits of Annoyingness" and "sudden, shocking extreme competence with no warning" like a little Newton's cradle. like, i just spent 7000 words indulging myself in thinking about a version of tucker that listens a lot more to the "do whatever you gotta to protect the people you love and do what you think is right regardless of what people think" cartoon angel on his shoulder and less to the "that sounds hard i just wanna mouth off, jerk off, fuck off, and negg church" devil. i cannot throw stones and clearly i think that's a fun and valid interpretation of how his character could evolve. but evolve is the keyword there and it baffles me when this gets treated as the fact of how he immediately snapped into being as soon as he had junior, you know?

like. obviously tucker ended up doing some massively impressive shit as an ambassador in sandtrap. but that's because he wasn't being an ambassador, he was being The Final Girl in il/ct's slasher flick. getting trapped in a beseiged temple is, traghilariously, the best thing that could have happened for him in terms of being good at that job. if tucker were a pathfinder character he would have 18s in "dealing with your life suddenly being taken over by ancient alien religion bullshit", "surviving crazy shit through sheer spite and the adrenaline rush of pissing off whatever asshole has made it their life's mission to kill you this time", and "being the only person who knows what fucked up shit is going on while the rest of the bgc ignore you". he would have a 2 in "saying things that make people want to kill you LESS". de-escalation is not in this man's skillset. he cannot even handle being normal about human women. appreciating the intricacies of sangheili culture and politics, human culture and politics, and sangheili-human relations?

Tucker: People learn English all the time, it aren't that hard.

Church: Maybe you should try learning his language.

Tucker: Fuck that, we got here first, and that makes this a colony. Those're the rules, dude. Earth colony, Earth language.

Church: Tucker there's thousands of languages spoken on Earth.

Tucker: Hyeah, but only one that kicks ass. And that's the one we're teaching. English 101, remedial kick-ass.

i know this is pre-junior and doubtlessly, he is more interested in this stuff after junior (because junior's life does depend on sangheili politics and human-alien relations) and MUST be less dense about it after HAVING to do it as a job. like by osmosis at the very least something must have permeated his brain. but the gap between this^ and "knowledgeable enough to be an asset in this career, one people need at least one relevant degree for" is, uh, bigger than a few months between leaving blood gulch and being sent out to the field

sometimes i think about what a fucking trip it would be to be on the UNSC diplomatic team with tucker LMAO can you imagine how unpopular he must have been. a bunch of polisci and IR nerds like fists clenched shaking like leaves trying to restrain the urge to give this guy a swirlie because he cannot stop sounding like a fucking family guy episode while you're trying to, like, convince the warrior queen of some isolated Sangheili heretical sect to ally with the Swords of Sangheilios and the species they've been dead set on annihlating for decades. and also you know he's only an ambassador as like the weirdest most fucked up variation of a nepo baby. nepo forced interspecies religious incubator. the token chestburster virgin mary hire. the simultaneous Hatred for this guy making your job hell, the impotent rage of knowing that it is, actually, important that he be there for Symbolic reasons, and feeling sympathetic to him. you know part of why he's Like This is literally just because he's 20 and should be at the club but has had the year from hell and didn't ask for this. it's easy to forget that because he doesn't complain about any of the actually bad things that happened and just rolls with whatever crazy shit comes his way. complaining is reserved for being an annoying little bitch about petty shit.

ANYWAYS i'm not saying stop having fun with very competent versions of tucker. we're all just here to have fun. i just like what a weird combo of competent and disaster he is, as i interpret him, and i, personally, am incapable of interpreting him as being actually very good at his job as ambassador

*the only two options are not "bad dad" and "great dad". having an alien parasite non-consensually implanted in you by a manipulative fraudster to force his own involvement in a prophecy - oh and also their species is trying to exterminate yours - and going, "well, this baby didn't choose this, they're just a baby, and you know what? my baby. i love this baby unreservedly and unconditionally, fuck you." shows a capacity for love and forgiveness that's frankly fucking insane, both in the good-impressive way and the what-is-going-on-in-your-brain-and-how-did-this-kind-of-decision-making-not-get-you-killed-yet way. and tucker very clearly loves junior a lot and does his best - which, i want to reiterate, is absolutely wild considering the circumstances - but he wasn't ready for a kid, is bad at accepting responsibility especially for others, and the way that Things Never Stop Happening in his life mean he is really not very present. and it's not JUST because of things happening outside of his control - there were periods after season 8 and after season 13 he probably could have permanently reunited with junior and didn't.

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CAN SPIDERS SCREAM?

POV: 1610!MILES 🗡️ [halloween one shot]

summary: What's your favourite scary movie?

word count: 2.4k

content/warnings: depictions of murder, blood and stabbing

a/n: unedited :/ tew busy and i have never written fic that isn't x reader so! that's all erm have fun?

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

With slight surprise, Miles opened his eyes to see the dimly lit living room. Freeing himself from the confines of his friend’s shoulders, he blinked a few times to make out a rather bemused-looking Hobie. The punk’s eyes left his a moment later, and Miles was soon bombarded with the troubles of a movie night with people who had never had Netflix before.

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Hey! Not my fault my ma’ made me clean the whole house ‘fore you guys got here!”

Miles’ eyes felt like closing again at the memory; who knew using your webs to help with chores would need so much clean up afterwards? Not one of his brightest ideas, since he was all out of webs now. Though he would’ve been out of a home if his mom saw the kitchen covered in them.

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” Miles rolled his eyes, like it’d do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also a lot less-than subtle — thanks a lot, Hobie.

Cheeks prickling with warmth, he snatched the remote from Gwen’s hand, frowning at the TV screen. Halloween movie…

“Well, if he’s anything like Rio and Jeff, he should be able to pick a movie.” Gwen crossed her legs, and everyone else shuffled back on the tiny couch.

“Thanks,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. Gwen’s knee, Hobie’s elbow, and Pavitr’s stare prodding him at either side, Miles sifted through the different shows and movies.

“How about Annabe—”

“Nope nope nope…!” As the preview came up, Pavitr shielded his eyes. “Anything besides dolls.”

“At least it’s better than Ghostbusters,” Gwen muttered under her breath as Pavitr peeked through his fingers.

“Oi, Gwendy, cheer up, yeah?” Miles ducked his head as Hobie reached over to slap Gwen on the shoulder. “She looks just like you!”

“Hobie!” was shouted from both ends of the couch.

Miles smiled, and grimaced. At least the two of them could agree that Hobie wasn’t any good when it came to movie nights.

Looking through the movies, none of them really interested Miles, or his friends. Each one would be met with an excited “wait!”, and then a disappointed groan, or another heckle from Hobie (it was one way to decide not to watch the movie.)

“Dude, Halloween’s almost over. Let’s just watch Ghost—”

“Just gimme a sec…” At this point, Miles had given up on listening to anyone, clicking through titles after a glance. It wasn’t like it was helping, though.

“Pick your favourite, or something,” Gwen suggested with just as little enthusiasm.

“Well it’s not Ghostbusters…” he mumbled to nobody in particular.

“Hey, not you too, Miles!”

Scream 2 appeared for probably the 5th time on screen. It’d have to do, he supposed.

“You guys seen Scream?” His tone didn't have enough energy to sound like a question.

“Well Hobie hasn’t, because he lives in the stone age,” Gwen started. “And he looks like Ghostface.”

“Don’t need ol’ Ghosty when we’ve got murderers in government.”

“Dude.” All Miles got was a shrug from Hobie, and then a sigh from Gwen. Crossing her arms, she fell back on the sofa with a creak.

“What? Fed up already?” Hobie questioned, brow raising by a twitch.

“It’s been like, 4 hours and all we’ve been watching is Ghostbusters. We ran out of popcorn ages ago.”

“You guys finished the—” Miles stood up, looking into the bowl. All that was in it was his reflection, staring back at him with disappointment. “Damn…”

“That was all Gwendy — swear on my life.” Hobie declared half a moment of silence later.

“Was not!”

“Okay, okay! Fine! Let’s just watch Scream.”

Miles turned on the movie, chucking the remote on the spot he was sat in. The introductory sequence started, and the room went dark with the screen.

“I’m gettin’ more popcorn — caramel popcorn." That got a groan out of everyone.

“If y’all use your webs…!”

He didn’t finish his threat as he walked into the kitchen — his mom could probably do that for him anyway.

The kitchen door swung open, shutting on its own weight. Miles held his wrist out to the cabinet, but all that came out was a click — out of webs. Right, of course.

A crackling bag of “Crunch ‘n Munch” caramel popcorn on the stove, Miles leaned his arms on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He’d been feeling groggy since he’d woken up, but the dreary tiredness was still lingering. Maybe sitting out here with microwaveable kernels popping on the stove would help. Stretching and letting out a groan, the cheap decorations on the windows caught his attention. He could guess that people were starting to head back from trick-or-treating. It was late, after all. Miles had grown out of it, at least for this year. Going out with his friends who technically weren’t meant to be here wasn’t exactly a good idea, though. Besides, being Spider-Man for Halloween again wasn’t really doing it for him.

Both of his parents were at work, but it didn't bother him too much. They were always busy, and so was he. All of them were keeping Brooklyn safe in their own ways, he supposed. And having the house to himself wasn't so bad.

Faint murmuring — excited, or panicked — could be heard from the living room. Miles laughed through his nose, the crackling of the popcorn getting louder as he haphazardly reached out to flip the bag. That was, until, a searing, high-pitched noise rang out.

Miles almost jumped, before realising that it was coming from the phone: the old-fashioned cordless phone his mom kept for emergencies, or, for making sure he was “actually at home like you said you’d be, because if you and your friends are out somewhere I don’t know about then—”

Better safe than sorry, he thought, picking it up without any thought but an exhale.

Click!

“Hello?”

The faint whirr of static could be heard on the other side; it was dull among the pop of the kernels and giddy buzz from the living room.

“Hello, Morales.” Okay, definitely not his mom.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Take a guess.” Miles took the phone away from his ear, frowning at the screen. These types of phones didn’t seem to give any useful information.

“Ganke? That you?” he humoured.

“Try again. Two more guesses.” His half-smile immediately dropped.

“Okay, nope. This is weird.”

Declining the call, Miles put it back on its stand, rolling his shoulders in discomfort. It was probably just a prank — kind of creepy nonetheless.

Krrrrr….! Miles’ attention quickly turned back to his popcorn, registering the smell of burning. Damn it…

Wooden spoon in hand, he turned off the stove, biting his lip as he assessed the damage. A second barrier of defence against his friends, at least. Come on man, you gotta wake up—

RIIING RIIING! Miles cursed under his breath, and then winced in guilt.

RIIING RIIING! Again? Well, it could be his mom.

RIIING RIII—

“Hello?”

“Why’d you hang up? Don’t you want to play a game?”

“Okay dude seriously? Couldn't you be at least a little original? I don’t have time for this, I literally just burnt my popcorn!”

Miles didn’t know why he was suddenly ranting to a stranger on the phone, but maybe it’d get them to break character, or something. It must be some kids behind the stupid crackly voice — or maybe it was his dad. He tried to stifle a laugh at the thought of his dad trying not to laugh and his tightened expression, even though nobody would hear. Well, whoever this was might.

“You’re making popcorn?”

“Uh-huh. Was gonna watch a movie, actually. And relax — you know, without weird phone calls at midnight.”

“How about this? I ask you a different question this time.”

“Yeah? What is it?” Miles let out a sigh, hands on his hips as the burning died out in the pan.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“Not even a little improv..." he mumbled under his breath. Might as well stick to the script. “Uh, I dunno. Scream?”

“Scream? That one where the murderer wears a mask and goes around killing people?”

“Yeah, and where the murderer makes dumbass phone calls to their victims beforehand.”

“But that’s your favourite?”

“No..."

There was a pause on the end of the phone, before the modulated voice replied.

“You know... me neither.”

Bzzzt!

“Hey, what the…?!” Miles looked around him, but couldn’t make out anything. The power was out. “You can’t be serious…”

“Scream’s too old-school, don’t you think?”

There were equally confused reactions from the living room, and the voices of his friends got louder as he stepped into the hallway, phone in hand.

“Guys?” he called out, cordless phone by his hip and his own phone flash pointing into the hallway.

“They won’t hear you,” the voice from the phone said. Miles stopped, turning his phone and seeing something catch the light. "When you scream."

Moving, it shot towards him, his web-shooter sputtering empty air at the knife that surged past mere inches away from his face. No webs.

“Guys?!”

Miles pointed the flash up, only to see what looked like a Halloween mask that was melting: Ghostface. He would’ve laughed; it was crude at best. But right now, it was terrifying.

He booked it for the living room, pushing against the door only for it to push back against him. Locked — the panic surged in his chest, but his Spider-sense hadn’t gone off.

Thunk! Knife in wood — right where his face was a millisecond ago. His cheek stung only for a moment before he grabbed the knife out of the door, holding it to the darkness.

His mouth opened, and then closed. Should he call for his friends? Would it put him in more danger? Why couldn't he... Where did the masked person go—

A short breath came out of his throat, strangled. And then hot searing metal, right through his stomach. Why couldn't...

No, the metal wasn’t cold — it was the blood. The pain only seared for a moment, when the knife was pulled out. Miles’ hands went to the growing patch of darkness near his abdomen, bile in his throat and eyes wide, stinging from the dry air.

It was suddenly cold, and his mind was blank. Something that sounded like wind — a laugh, emerged from behind him.

He didn’t feel the second stab.

“Oi, Miles — wake up, mate.”

“Give me the remote back, I just wanna—”

“We are not watching Ghostbusters again, Pav!” Hobie let out a slight laugh as a stream of web, and then a remote control, flew past him — right into Gwen’s hand.

“Ghostbusters is a perfectly fitting title for the occasion!” Pavitr protested, Hobie narrowly dodging the hand that flew up in frustration.

“He’s got a point — that Murray lad is scary lookin’,” Hobie chimed in. Gwen narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say “thanks a lot, Hobie”, before turning to Miles.

“You know what? Maybe Miles should pick. He’s been asleep all night anyway.”

“Huh?”

“We were doing fine!”

“No we weren’t, Pav — I was about to fall asleep.”

“Like Hobie said, Murray is a good representation of the horror genre!”

“And not the literal ghosts?”

“The ghosts too!”

“Hey.” Miles flinched a little at how close the voice was. “You alright? You look a bit pale, mate.”

The three of them went silent, attention turning to him. Hobie’s expression was laced with concern. Miles just nodded, though he wasn’t looking at anyone. He was fine, right? That was…

“Yeah, yeah — I’m cool. I just…” That wasn't real. He was fine. “Tired. Ma’ made me clean… and stuff.”

“Where are your parents anyway? Perhaps on a romantic outing?” He glanced at Pavitr, but it didn’t do anything to subdue Pavitr’s less-than subtle expression.

“On Halloween night? Your lot must love a thrill, mate.” Also less-than subtle. If it weren’t for the fog clouding his head, he would’ve been annoyed.

“Just watch… Anabelle, or something.” The sofa creaked as he pushed off of it. He winced at the feeling of his abdomen reeling in on itself. “I’m gonna get some—”

Two eyes met his: the reflection in the popcorn bowl. It was empty. Figures...

“That was all Gwendy, swear on my life.”

“Was not!”

“Oh, Miles is mad guys.”

“Hey, don’t look at me.”

It wasn't real.

“It was literally Hobie!”

Just a dream — of course.

“Miles…? Where are you goi—” Pavitr’s voice faded as the kitchen door swung shut behind him.

“Just need to call my mom,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the phone off the stand.

“Mira — I’m going to call this phone, okay? You need to call back from the call log. I'm showing you once.”

“Like—” This…

The call log appeared on screen.

Incoming:

31 OCT. 11:42PM Accepted

31 OCT. 11:40PM Accepted

31 OCT. 4:21PM Missed

Only the last one was his mom. Miles clicked out of the call log, met with the tiny blue home screen. It read: TUE 31 OCT.

The time right now was 11:39PM.

RIIING RIIING!

RIIING RIIING!…

His friends were in the other room, still arguing about what to watch.

“…Anything besides dolls...”

“…It’s better than Ghostbusters…”

“…She looks just like you!…”

"...Hobie!..."

…RIIING RIIING!…

With half an inhale, Miles picked up the old-fashioned cordless phone, thumb over the green button. It was the phone he’d answered before, and for some reason, minutes into the future.

The phone he’d answer many, many more times to come.

thanx 4 reading! thats it okay cya i havent slept more than 6 hours in a hot minute goodnight x_x oh n tagging @phoenixinthefiles :P

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Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 13

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Enter Captain Marvel.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 924

A/N: *Valkyrie voice* You might wanna strap on-strap in!

Brace yourselves.

When You Cage An Animal, The Claws Will Start To Show

You walk out to the common room as Kamala asked you and find the girl accompanied by a tall blonde woman who's standing awkwardly next to her. "This is Carol," the girl introduces her.

"I’m Captain Marvel," the woman begins, staring at a spot on the wall behind you, "you and I were partners for a while. We lived in my spaceship together. I was in charge of the mission that caused your memory loss." Her speech comes out like bullet points, as if she had rehearsed it before arriving. You cross your arms, only half listening to what she has to say. Seeing her standing so close to Kamala makes you remember what Valkyrie said about how she might hurt the girl.

"You have some nerve showing up after this long," you growl, The Captain’s face remains unemotional.

"It was my fault and I want to apologize for it." If there is honesty in her words, she's not doing a good job at showing it.

"No, I've been searching for you for months, I’m gonna go first," you snap at her. "You are a selfish, heartless, pathetic, narcissist," you start going off, "the second you realized I wasn't useful to you anymore you walked away from me and left me to my own devices."

"Do not speak to me that way," Carol orders and takes a step forward.

You chuckle humorlessly, "You don't get to demand respect, not when you didn't take responsibility for your actions. You caused the biggest tragedy of my life and then you bailed out," your face is red with rage, "you were so cynical, demanding that everyone keep you away from me. You're just as arrogant and cowardly as the rest of them."

"Watch your tone." Her fists start lighting up.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Carol blasts a shot at you and you barely avoid it out of pure instinct.

She continues shooting blast after blast at you as you try to get close to her to make it a fair fight. You manage to reach her, not unscathed, and get some hits in when she swings a hot punch to your abdomen, sending you flying backwards and falling on your back.

This is it, you tried to put up a fight, but there is no way you can take up Captain Marvel. She walks slowly towards you, her sense of reason long abandoned, fully taken over by pain, grief, heartbreak, and guilt, she is ready to end this battle. She charges her fist and blasts you without a second thought.

Kamala jumps in front of you immediately and produces a purple wall to protect you, but it was a moment too late, behind her lay your unconscious body. She falls to her knees trying to help you, completely disregarding The Captain.

Valkyrie enters the room after hearing the noise, "Marv, get off of her!" She runs to stop Carol from further hurting you, "I never thought I'd be saying that to you about her," she mumbles under her breath.

Carol doesn't look away from you, "She started it." Her voice is stone cold.

"Right, she started it when she woke up from that mission after being ambushed and she didn't recognize you? She started it when after working with little Marv everyday for months she still couldn't remember you? She started it when in all her desperation she had to resort to asking a private eye for help because you wouldn't allow anyone else to tell her about you?" Valkyrie lectures her.

"Why can't she remember me, Val?" Carol's voice wavers.

"Beating her unconscious is not going to bring her memory back."

"Answer me!" she insists.

"You need to cool off." The King forcefully takes her out of the room.

You gradually come to your senses, Kamala helps you get back up and walks you to your room.

"She really is an Avenger, huh?" you croak.

"Did you not believe it?"

"I did, but, I mean, if the arrows guy can be an Avenger, I’m not sure what I was expecting," Kamala stiffens a laugh, "you did really good back there."

"I wasn't fast enough, I’m sorry." Kamala is still unsure what just happened.

"She's the strongest Avenger and you weren't afraid to get in her way, that takes courage," you say with sincerity.

Valkyrie and Carol take a walk outside, they go in circles around the compound.

"She was taken," Valkyrie states after their second lap, Carol glances at her with an unreadable expression, "the ambush. It was a distraction so they could take her," The King clarifies. After Carol makes no effort to respond, Val continues, "They sedated her and removed all her memories of you."

"How do you know this?" Carol asks, her jaw is stiff with residual anger.

"She's been having nightmares–flashbacks of the procedure, it took us a while, but we put the pieces together."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The King stops walking abruptly and holds Carol by the shoulder so she does the same, "What, in one of the hundreds of calls you didn’t bother to pick up? You weren't here, you made a decision and we respected it."

"If I had known–"

"If you had known what?" Valkyrie interrupts her, "You knew everything you needed to know the moment she woke up. You chose to run away." There's hostility in her voice, one that Carol isn't used to.

"I was scared," The Captain finally admits, "I fucked up."

"You really did, and that's coming from me."

Chapter 14

Yeah... so Carol isn't doing so well

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Stew Pot Plot pt 1

Alternate prompt #9: Drugging -- Time, everyone

TW - nonconsensual drugging, unconsciousness

(1054 words)

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Time sat on a folded blanket and leaned against Epona’s side, who was laying down. He played with the corner of the page of his journal, unable to focus on recording the day’s events with Sky recounting his own experiences with time travel as he folded and put away his freshly cleaned clothes. The other heroes were scattered around camp doing various chores or activities listening to Sky’s story and waiting for dinner to be done.

“What? You used a timeshift stone to sail a pirate ship through a desert?? That’s amazing!” Wind exclaimed. “I wanna go to your Hyrule next! I wanna see that ship in action!”

“Can I borrow a timeshift stone?” Wild asked, yawning. “I would love to see what it does in my Hyrule.”

“I’d like to give you one,” Sky said. “But I’m not sure if I can. There’s only a few stones left and the robots have been using them to rebuild their civilization. So far they haven’t been successful at mining any new timeshift stones, but we’ll see if they can spare one next time we go there.”

“I didn’t really have time travel, but I could freeze time,” Wind said holding up his phantom sword.

“One of my adventures used time travel,” said Legend, not looking up from the hookshot chain he was inspecting and regreasing.

“Same here,” Twilight said, cleaning under his fingernails with the tip of an absurdly large knife.

“As did I,” Time said. “But you know that story already.”

“How’s dinner coming? Is it ready yet?” Wind asked peering into the pot where meat, potatoes, and gravy were sewing.

“Not yet,” Wild yawned again. “The potatoes still need to cook for a while. They aren’t soft yet.”

“How long until it’s done? I’m hungry now,” Wind whined. He tried to stab an arrow into the pot to skewer a piece of meat, but Wild parried him with the spoon.

“Wind, relax,” Warriors said. “It’ll be done soon enough.”

“Does anyone have any extra food? Can I have a snack?”

“You can’t wait like… half an hour?” Wild said rubbing his eyes.

“Tired much?” Four asked with a half smile.

“Yeah, a little,” Wild admitted.

“I’m pretty sure that I’d shrivel up and die if I had to wait for half an hour more for food.” Wind complained and flopped dramatically over Sky’s lap.

“Would a carrot help?” Sky laughed and fished a carrot out of Wild’s bag.

“You’re offering me a raw whole carrot as a snack?” Wind asked incredulous.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Better than nothing I guess,” Wind sighed and swiped the carrot from Sky’s hand.

Time turned his attention back to his journal as the conversation around him turned away from stories and to the mundane. After having completed a quest in Twilight’s Hyrule they had suspected a portal switch was soon to come and had spent the morning doing last-minute preparations. Sure enough, just after lunch, a portal swept them away to the dusty red cliffs of Wild’s Hyrule just outside of Gerudo desert. With some difficulty, they managed to get everyone, including Epona, down the cliffs and into the valley along the road and halfway between Outskirt and Gerudo Canyon stables. Instead of trying to reach either, they opted to camp out where they were—after clearing out the monster camps nearby of course.

Finished with the entry, Time closed the book and wiped the quill nib clean before stowing them away.

“You’re really strugglin’ tonight aren’t ya?” Twilight asked. Time glanced up and saw Wild rested his head on his arm, nodding off as he waited for the stew to finish simmering. Wild inhaled deeply and slowly sat up.

“…yeah,” he said then stretched and yawned. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why am I so tired?”

“You did have watch three nights in a row,” Four said. “It’s probably finally catching up with you.”

“It doesn’t usually hit me this hard,” Wild said.

“Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll take over cooking for you,” Twilight suggested.

“Umm…” Wild trailed off staring at the pot. “I guess you can.”

“Do you want us to wake you up when dinner’s ready?” Twilight asked gently taking the spoon from Wild’s hand.

“Sure,” Wild answered and rubbed his eyes. He got up and ambled to his pile of possessions. Within minutes he was fast asleep.

Twilight stirred and tasted the soup.

“Just about, needs a few more minutes. The seasonings’ a little funky. I wonder what he put in it.”

“I hope it’s the seasoning and not the meat that’s funky,” Four said.

“No, the meat was fresh,” we just hunted it a day or two ago,” Twilight said.

“I know what’ll fix it, spices!” Hyrule said. “I have some beetle dust, Goron spice, nightshade seeds, dried larvae powder—”

“How about some rosemary and sage instead?” Time offered. “I have some other herbs as well.”

“That sounds much better than beetle dust,” Legend made a face.

“Maybe he put beetle dust in it already and that’s why it tastes weird,” Four quipped.

“I did not!” Hyrule objected. “I’ve been way over here patching up my socks this whole time.”

“Have you even washed those?” Legend wrinkled his nose at the holey brown stained socks.

“Course I have,” Hyrule scoffed.

“Are you sure about that? What did you wash them in? Wild’s stew?”

Hyrule responded by throwing a sock at Legend’s face.

“Here, let me,” Time took a seat next to Twilight with a bundle of herbs in his hand. Twilight handed off the spoon and Time busied himself tearing up leaves and pinching off rosemary spikes and dropping them in.

“I call the first bowl,” Wind piped up and dug through his stuff to find his bowl and spoon.

Time stirred the herbs into the stew and at the bottom of the pot under a pile of potatoes he found the small pouch of herbs and spices bound in cloth and string that Wild must have put in there earlier.

“That’s quite enough of that,” he murmured to himself and fished it out, tossing it aside. After a few more minutes, the potatoes were plenty soft enough—a little too soft—enough that they could have been mashed to make a potato soup. Oops. Oh well.

“Dinner’s ready,” he called.

(To be continued tomorrow...)

#linked universe #lu time #lu wind #lu wild #lu everyone #whumptober 2023 #stew pot plot #I'll put the while fic on Ao3 once I finish posting it here #part 1 of 4 #scheduled post

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Ok so here me out : Tom Riddle,Mattheo Riddle,Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott x F! slytherin!reader smut (here i don't know if you write smut, but if you don't just say i don't wanna make you write something you're uncomfortable with).The contest: They are jealous of the Weasley twins cuz they like joke flirt with y/n so they um kinda you know what i mean (maybe punish her?)Oh and i'm kinda chubby so if you could write about how reader is a little insecure or something it'll will be perfect if you're not comfortable writeing that don't write it💗💗💗

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

A/n: I have never written smut before so this is something different to me and I hope you like it.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Mattheo riddle x Lorenzo Berkshire x Theodore Nott x Tom Riddle x FSlytherin reader👧💋

A delicate rose 🐍💋

I was walking down the halls of Hogwarts, clutching my books to my chest, all my classes were until after break. I at least had some time to study, who knows I might just get another lecture from the oh so perfect granger. Let me just say I’m not a brainiac like Miss Granger and I’m not as strong as Ginny, I’m certainly not a beauty like Fleur Delacour. I’m just an average student who wishes to pass her grades and eventually get a job at the ministry. I’m someone who normally stays quiet, I would usually listen to the squabbles of Potter and Malfoy. I felt self-conscious, most of the time I was bullied by Pansy and her Slytherin gang.

The girl was a good for nothing piece of merlin dung, she deserves to have her robes burned. She was the reason I’m insecure for my looks and weight, so in a way I do have a problem with comparing myself to the perfect students of Hogwarts. I won’t let that stop me however I do have a humble passion not many students have and more, so I do develop attractions.

I was walking through the halls, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws passed my way “Hm Gryffindor must be at quidditch practice”. I heard footsteps running up behind me, quickly I turned and held my wand up in protection “Oi their love, I’m not some troll ha” my eyes looked up to see one of the Weasley twins. “What do you want Weasley” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Should we tell er’ Fred” George smiled “Yeah George, go on mate” Fred replied with a smirk. The two Weasley twins approached with flowers in hand “You want to come with us to the tea house, eard’ it’s a place for couples” Fred smiled with a goofy expression. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting aside from me blushing like a red beet “I-I suppose but-“.

My words were cut off when I heard a male voice “she won’t be attending with you blood traitors” a voice sneered from behind me. “I wouldn’t expect this delicate rose to be involved with such hideous abominations to the wizarding world”. Fred and George stared at the boy with anger, the boy had black hair and very good-looking features. “Now off with you before I let the professor know of your little prank with the Slytherins in their dorms” the boy held a hand to my shoulder. “hey they didn’t do anything wrong-“ the boy interjected “correct they haven’t but you on the other hand, my oh my you poor thing thinking you could flaunt yourself in front of other boys”.

The boy reached his hand to my cheek, I blushed more then I did with the Weasley twins “You were rather naughty, I expected a girl with high morals”. He leaned further closer to my ear, his hot breath touched my skin, I flinched with confusion. “I suppose you should be claimed, you may call me mattheo” his smile only widened further “Mattheo you foolish boy, how dare you start seducing y/n without me” another boy appeared from around the corner. “Theodore, must you interrupt me” Mattheo scowled, he wasn’t impressed with anyone interrupting his prized possession. “Indeed, I must say you aren’t good enough for the girl, firstly you aren’t doing it right” Theodore strutted up and pushed me against the stone wall, he forced his lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting such as surprise except this was my first kiss. “Enough! Theodore, I won’t let you claim my prize” Mattheo grabbed his wand and held it to my throat, without a second thought the boy placed his soft lips against mine “I shall make you beg for mercy” he hissed. My face didn’t exactly cover up the amount of blushing I was showing “my my, such a pity, you were quite fascinating until you betrayed us” a boy came out from behind Mattheo “Lorenzo, what are you doing here” Mattheo scowled. Lorenzo wasn’t exactly BFF’s with Mattheo due to his hatred for his father “I wanted to spend time with my emerald snake”.

Lorenzo shoved his way to meet my lips, he was a lot more passionate then the three, he was quite grabby. I yelped as he grabbed my breast, I couldn’t help but slide my hands towards his chest “Now, now why should you have all the fun”. The three boys grabbed me and led me down to dungeons, “You should’ve strayed from those blood traitors” Mattheo hissed. A voice could be heard from the distance “and to whom did you bring in my presence” a boy with defined features and sharp handsome looks glared at the three Slytherins. “Our rose betrayed us, she went ahead and flaunted herself in front of those Weasley twins” Theodore sneered, “I wonder…”.

The head Slytherin boy came up closer until he reached my race, he trailed down to my neck. “Silly girl, betraying someone as powerful as me, indeed you will need to be punished” the head boy slid his tongue against my neck. “Mm” I muttered in embarrassment “hush you foolish half blood, you may be in the same house as me, but never will you par to my power”.

I realised from Harry’s description from when he saved Ginny, “your Tom Riddle, but I thought you were dead”. Tom laughed out loud “Nothing can kill me, for as long as I live, I shall be the one that will kill potter”.

Tom sneered at the sight of me, he grabbed my face and slid his tongue in my mouth. Mattheo growled, he came up and grabbed my breast with possession, he tried to push Tom off but to no avail. Theodore and Lorenzo stood silently debating on whether to join or watch.

I closed my eyes waiting for my fate as the four Slytherin boys surrounded my body.

To them I was their delicate rose.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

#Harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #Harry potter smut #Slytherin smut #harry potter x reader #Harry potter oneshot

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hrodvitnon · 4 months

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*Near the end of the mission- the Titans have pulled off the impossible. They found Gigan, Abraxas bested him in combat, got from him the necessary failsafe they knew he had, and now they were trying to escape. Unfortunately- one of the groups was trapped. Godzilla, Rodan, Abraxas, Barb, and Tiamat were stuck in a room that had caught fire- likely from one of Abraxas's lightning attacks. The door was blocked by debris from the other side- and Godzilla banged on the door to get it to open while the fires licked at their backsides.*

Rodan: We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die...

Godzilla, Abraxas, and Tiamat: WOULD YOU QUIT IT?!

Rodan: IT'S TRUE! THIS WAS AN AWFUL IDEA! WHY DID I LET MYSELF BE TALKED INTO THIS??? God I'll never get to see the Sun again- feel the wind rushing past me in flight- never *mate* with anyone again! This is the end...

Godzilla: STOP BEING A DRAMA QUEEN AND HELP ME ALREADY!

Rodan: It's curtain call- requiem's playing- fat lady singing... Quick- I gotta get some stuff off my chest, guys.

Tiamat: Fucks sake.

Rodan: Abraxas- Vivienne- San- whatever the fuck you go by- I love you. Despite all the snipping and teasing and rudeness- we go together great and I love being around you and I really really really wanted to have more time with you.

Rodan: Barb- I was just being an asshole when I called you a bug that one time. I'm sorry- you looked really sad when I said it and I felt like I couldn't say sorry because that would make my tough guy masquerade come crumbling down and everyone would see me for the glorified hatchling I was- putting up a front and deflecting everything with humor and wit so I didn't have to feel things.

Rodan: Tiamat- you don't deserve all the shit people say about you behind your back. Yeah, you're kind of a slut; but that's cool- y'know? You don't give a shit and I think that's really respectable and I wish I could be like you and not have such a fragile ego. You're also funny and fun to be around- and I feel like no one ever tells you that, y'know?

Rodan: And Godzilla- I've always sorta thought you were hot.

Godzilla: ...what-

Rodan: FUCK, your roar, your body, DID I MENTION HOW GOOD YOU LOOK IN THE PINK?? I got on your ass for it, I know, I'm sorry- but god, you look good. You're also just real quiet and sweet when you wanna be and super calm most of the time and JESUS CHRIST, YOUR VOICE-

Barb: Uh- Rodan?

Rodan: -I tell ya, if you ever showed interest I would've bent over. In. A. Heartbeat. But... I never knew how to tell you this. You're just really intimidating all the time and whenever I talk to you I feel like you tune me out and never really listen as you just have that stone-cold look all the time and y'know me: Rodan, King of The Skies who needs nobody but himself to keep him company. But you seem like a cool guy... and I wanted to be better friends with you before...

Mothra: What the fuck.

Rodan: what-

*The rubble had been cleared and the door was open. On the other side was Dagon, Shimo, Mothra, Behemoth, and Kong; and they were all staring at Rodan with agape maws- along with everyone else.*

Rodan: ...shit.

Mothra: Got one for me in there?

Rodan: You guys just leave me here- I'll be dying of-

Godzilla/Abraxas/Tiamat/Barb: Absolutely not!

*Godzilla grabs Rodan and throws him over his shoulder as the gang runs down the now open hall, reunited with their friends.*

Oh, Rodan, you drama queen.

Dagon: Honestly, this is going much better than I expected, but how did you get the fail safe from Gigan?

Abraxas: Classified.

*five minutes earlier*

Abraxas: Give me the fail safe or I'll never let you record me being carved open like a turkey again.

Gigan: Oh, sweetheart, you'll have to do better than that.

Abraxas:

Abraxas: Hey, you know all those grotesque leather family tree things you have hung up in that hallway, like Clive Barker Bayeux Tapestries From Hell? The ones your followers made out of their skin and gave to you as offerings that will be added to with every generation?

Gigan: ...you didn't.

Abraxas: I did.

Gigan: No.

Abraxas: It was easy.

Gigan: You MONSTER, THE AMOUNT OF HISTORY IN THOSE TAPESTRIES! THE BLOOD AND SWEAT AND TEARS THAT WENT INTO FLAYING AND TANNING THEM!

Abraxas: And now they're all tilted.

Gigan: THAT FUCKING HALLWAY IS GOING TO GIVE ME SUCH A GODDAMN HEADACHE, YOU CARRION SPAWN FROM THE DARKEST PIT OF EVIL!!

#frostbite814 #abraxasverse #monarch shenanigans

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pinkhairandpokemon · 2 months

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OFFSCREEN POST

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(( OOC: uhhhHHH I dunno what to specifically tag this as but SOMEONE GETS FUCKED UP SO. BE AWARE ))

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Yesterday, Blake’s frustration had been running high, and they’d been more than ready to execute this plan. Put an end to their organization’s schemes once and for all, before any more damage could be done. Throughout the course of the day, though, that sureness had all but completely fiddled out. Especially following that small argument they’d had with N only a few hours prior.

When they saw Cole come up those steps, though, they knew there wasn’t any turning back now. For better or worse, they had to follow through.

“You managed to find your way up here, I see.” N remarked, his gaze on the trainer several paces away cold and calculating. Waiting patiently for the other’s response. Blake stood at the king’s side, looking at nothing, while their heart pounded beneath the fabric of their uniform.

“Yeah, believe it or not, I’m not really all for the idea of you Plasma bastards waking up a Legendary Dragon in order to take control of the region,” Cole scoffed, crossing his arms and keeping that defiant stance he always held when facing off N. Or anyone who tried to stand in his way, for that matter. A Samurott stood at the ready by his side, fur bristled on end and the jagged point on its helmet glinting in the sunlight.

The king didn’t reply for a moment. Rather, he looked down at the Dark Stone nestled safely in his left palm, eyes tracing the lines of light reflecting off its smooth, dark surface.

“You’re definitely brave. That’s something I’ve always admired in you, you know.” N mumbled, gaze trailing back up to his opponent, though he showed no sign of amusement. “Your tenacity, your unrelenting will to do what you think it’s right. It’s a true shame that determination is so… misplaced.”

“Yeah, yeah, haven’t heard that one before,” Cole brushed him off with an eye roll. “Look, I’ve tried time and time again to just talk things out with you. To sort out our differences without a fight. But time and time again, you’ve refused. So here’s how this is going to go- you’re going to surrender the Dark Stone, not awaken an ancient power that’ll release hell upon Unova, and we’re all gonna go home happy! Okay? Please?”

N laughed at that, like he’d just been told a joke. Cole shot him a glare to affirm he wasn’t joking, but the king ignored it. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think unleashing chaos onto Unova and forcing Zekrom to bend to my will is my goal here. I’m not like the monsters who brought destruction down onto places like Galar and Unova. I plan to befriend Zekrom- earn her favor so she’ll help me pave the way for a better world.”

He clutches the Dark Stone tighter. “Once I do, I’ll defeat Alder, then stand at the top of the Pokémon League as its champion and issue out an order to all of Unova’s trainers- to release their Pokémon.”

“How exactly do you expect people to listen to you, then?” Cole argued. “Just because you’ll be champion and have a big scary dragon on your side doesn’t mean people aren’t going to resist… Believe it or not, there’s plenty of people in Unova who aren’t going to crack and give up on their Pokémon that easily.”

“Maybe not,” N concurred with a shrug. “But they will over time. One way or another, I will free the Pokémon of this world-”

“Look, are you just gonna keep monologuing at me, or are we gonna get this over with?” Cole cut him off, balling his fists in impatience. His Samurott gave a snort beside him. “I’m getting really sick of hearing this over and over again. I don’t wanna fight you- but if you won’t stop and listen to reason for even a second, then I’ll put an end to this myself.”

“You think you’re up to the task?” N challenged. Shadows around him began to warp and distort, before a Zoroark emerged at his side. The black and red fox carried a menacing aura, blue eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. “You might’ve beaten me in our previous disputes, but I was holding back for the safety of my friends. Don’t expect me to do so now.”

“So you’ve finally decided to stop being a wet blanket, huh?” Cole huffed, quirking a brow in doubt. He flicked his gaze towards his Samurott. “Looks like we’re doing this, then. Calder, battle ready!”

Without a beat of hesitation, Samurott responded and jumped into action, stomping out onto the stone floor that would serve as their battlefield and unsheathing one of its long scallop blades from the slot on its arm.

Nox didn’t even need a vocal command. He stalked forwards on all fours, red mane bristled up like spines and eyes trained on the Samurott meters away as he awaited N’s command.

The two trainers exchanged a few more words across the field, Cole murmured some words of encouragement to his Pokémon, N and Nox shared an affirmative nod. It all went by in a bit of a blur for Blake, words flying over their head until the first crack of claws and blades colliding together snapped the grunt out of the nervous daze they’d fallen into.

They jolted, alert and present now. Their eyes flicked back and forth between Nox and Calder, the two Pokémon becoming blurs of red, blue, black and yellow as they clashed, leaping here and there across the floor. Then their gaze fixed on Cole, who shot them a knowing look across the room. Then, they shifted to N- and the Dark Stone huddled securely under his left arm. Just barely in Blake’s field of reach from where they stood.

Was this it? Was this supposed to be their chance? The expectant glances from Cole in the corner of their eye didn’t go unnoticed. Their mind raced with questions and second guesses on whether or not they should really go through with this, bouncing back and forth between “Just grab it!” and “Don’t! Not yet!”. Dragons, they wish they had talked this out more with Cole beforehand. They wished they’d thought this through, instead of running off their reckless anger alone.

They froze. They waited. And waited. And waited. They could tell from here that Cole was growing anxious with their hesitation by the second, without even needing to look at him. They waited, watching the Pokémon exchange blow after blow until they both looked like they were at their wits’ end.

Nox, although bruised and battered with his fur sticking out every which way, made another jump at Calder. The Samurott faltered on its paws, but looked up just at the right moment to see the Zoroark closing it. With a mighty roar, Cole’s valiant and loyal starter swung its arm upward and snatched Nox in mid-air, claws digging into the collar of fuzz around his throat. With a just as lethal amount of force, he then slammed his opponent into the floor, cracking the marble underneath.

“NOX!” N shouted, panic bulging in his eyes at the sight of his best friend being crushed under the weight of the armored behemoth.

The Zoroark hissed and pried at the Samurott’s claws, but to no avail. Blake knew he’d be fine, though- Nox had survived way worse. The only reason Cole wasn’t claiming victory now was because this was it. N was distracted. Nox was pinned down. Blake could practically hear the younger trainer screaming “Now!” at them in his mind.

Not a second to lose. Blake’s arms shot forwards, almost like they were moving on their own. The second they felt the Dark Stone’s cool, smooth surface under the fabric of their gloves, they knew it was time to run. The artifact slipped seamlessly out of the king’s grasp in his distracted state, not even giving him a second to realize what was going on before Blake had turned heel and bolted.

“BLAKE!” The sound of N exclaiming their name was almost drowned out by the sound of their footsteps thundering up the steps, and the sound of their own heart practically reverberating in their ears. Fuck, I should’ve went down, the thought quickly brushed past their mind, realizing not only that going up was a ticket to a dead end, but they would’ve had Cole’s protection if only they’d ran the other way.

Too late now. For all they knew, the Shadow Triad could have been right behind them, and turning to stop and look back for even a blink could spell a sword cutting through them.

So, they ran. As fast as their feet could take them, and as swiftly as these narrow spiraling steps would allow. Up, around, up, around, faster, faster, up, around, they repeated the course of their movements over and over again to themself in their mind, if anything as a distraction from the immense strain on their body. Frigid cold stung their throat, turning it as dry as sand, and their lungs heaved violently with every shallow intake of the quickly thinning air the higher they climbed.

Why are there so many stairs? They wanted to choke out and collapse right then and there, but they didn’t. Practically wobbling and rocking from side to side, they continued their frantic ascent to the next floor, the final floor, where there wouldn’t be anywhere to run after that. Hopefully they could come up with something before then. Not likely, but they hoped.

The sky above was cloudy and dark, but there was still enough light out here compared to inside for Blake to be blinded as they erupted through the final passageway and emerged onto the tower’s peak. Squeezing their eyes shut, they stumbled across the flat ground, putting so much focus into not dropping the Dark Stone that they forgot about keeping themself upright. They lurched forwards and landed on the cold, scratchy ground with a thump, Zekrom’s slumbering form still clutched tightly to their chest.

Rolling over to their back, they gasped desperately up at the sky for oxygen, ragged breath almost coming out as pained cries. The wish of having an inhaler briefly crossed their thoughts, until they remembered they were still in the middle of a chase, and were in even deeper water now that they’d reached the top of Dragonspiral. No where else to go but down, and that was where some unpleasant fate- most likely immediate assassination by the Triad- awaited them.

Their best bet was to wait until everyone caught up, try to avoid whatever was bound to be thrown at them and make their escape downwards. Not a very sound plan, but the only one they had. Hopefully their body would hold out until then.

As the grunt stumbled back onto their feet, the screeching wind and their still heavy panting blocked out the sound of footsteps approaching, until a familiar voice rang out from behind-

“Blake! Stop!”

They looked back to catch a glimpse of tea green hair rise from the stairway, and took off like a frightened prey animal. They sprinted clumsily across the tower’s roof, tripping over themself and almost teetering smack-dab into a pillar at one point, miraculously managing to keep themself from getting a second face-plant full of rock.

The edge came up on them sooner than they would’ve liked. Blake skidded to an abrupt halt, scrambling away from the ledge like a newborn Deerling trying to walk. It was a long, long way down. The cloud cover up here was so thick, they could hardly see the expanse of ocean stretching out below the tower. Echoes of thunder crackled everywhere around them, and there was the occasional flash in the dark misty skies looming above. Any moment now, and a burst of rainfall could come crashing down on them all.

“Blake!” They whirled at the sound of his voice, almost knocking themself over with the amount of friction they used to turn. N stood barely a yard away, hair messy and wind blown under his now crooked hat. There were a thousand emotions flooding behind his storm cloud colored eyes, all wanting to burst out, but couldn’t- like they were clogged up in a drain pipe. Confusion. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. The desperate, dwindling hope that this was all just a misunderstanding.

Nox dashed to his side. Blake noticed Cole and the Shadow Triad appear from the stairs over his shoulder.

It wasn’t until now that they felt the burning of hot tears flooding down their puffy, sweat-stained face. When had they started crying?

“Blake, what are you doing?” N croaked out, eyes searching them for an answer. “Give me the stone back-”

“No,” they sputtered out, taking a step back. Their voice wavered, but still held strong.

N paused, and looked at them with surprise. Then, his brows furrowed, and his tone became more stern. “Blake, give it back-”

“No!”

The wind whistled past. Silence.

“What are you doing?” N rasped out, his voice cracking. He looked ready to either cry or scream at them. Maybe both. It was such a stark contrast to his usual collected demeanor.

For a moment, Blake’s words caught in their throat. They knew exactly why they were doing this. But they knew trying to blubber out an explanation for themself again would be as pointless as it had been before.

“I… I can’t let you do this,” they declared.

There was nothing left to be said.

N clenched his fist, then unclenched again. All sorts of conflicting feelings were rising up in his chest. Reluctance burned behind his eyes, but still, he gave the command.

“…Nox,” his Zoroark’s ears perked up. “Take the stone back.”

Nox stood up on his hind legs, and crept forwards, like a predator closing in on its chase. Blake’s shoulders tensed, and they sucked in a sharp inhale as they took another step backwards. They felt their heel hover over an absence of ground, which caused their heart to do another leap in their ribcage.

Nowhere else to go.

Nox lunged. From the way he moved, Blake could tell he wasn’t aiming to hurt them. He was most likely planning to yank them away from the ledge, while snatching the Dark Stone back at the same time.

But that wasn’t what happened.

A burst of light exploded from the single Pokéball dangling on Blake’s belt. The form of an Axew appeared, but the light didn’t fizzle away like it was supposed to. Encased in a white glow, Petra threw herself onto Nox and tackled him to the ground. Once she was on his chest, her silhouette began stretch and grow. Her rounded tusks grew into sharp points, and new, stronger muscles began to materialize in her arms, legs, and tail.

Soon enough, the light dimmed out, and a Fraxure took her place. Petra’s sudden evolution left everyone around her with a gaping jaw, but the Dragon-type didn’t take a moment to stop and revel in her newfound strength and appearance. Instead, she hauled Nox over her head with a grunt, before throwing him into a nearby pillar without so much as a twitch of struggle.

“FRAAAAAAAA!” She bellowed in triumph, exposing her red-tipped tusks to everyone as a display of power. A warning not to mess with her. Or her trainer, for that matter.

“Petra-?” Blake sputtered out in shock, eyes sparkling at their Pokémon in awe. Of all the times she finally chose to evolve, she couldn’t have picked better.

It didn’t take long though for it to click that now wasn’t the time to stop and gawk, though. Blake felt the Dark Stone buzz under their arm, and gritted their teeth when they realized they couldn’t stay up here for long. The approaching storm was calling to the stone, slowly lulling Zekrom out of her centuries-long slumber.

Petra turned to them and understood- almost like she could sense the draconic energy thrumming inside the orb herself. She gazed at the artifact like a subject would at a ruler- but also with same the sense of urgency to get it out of here as her trainer.

Blake gave her a nod. “Come on!”

In a heartbeat, the Fraxure was at their side, acting as a barricade between them and N before they shoved past the king together. He stumbled around after them, but didn’t break into a pursuit just yet.

Instead, the first thing he noticed was the blue energy pulsing and building up beneath the surface of the Dark Stone. His breath hitched when he realized what was about to happen.

“BLAKE, DROP THE STONE-!”

Blake didn’t listen. They only read his shout as a desperate last attempt to get them to surrender, not as a warning like they should have. Everything happened in a blur around them as they made a beeline back for the staircase- Cole had sent out half his party to hold off the Shadow Triad, clearing a safe path for them. Petra had made it there first, and waited right at the first step for her trainer.

Blake was just seconds away from the stairs. Seconds away from getting away. Seconds away from saving Unova, possibly the world, from putting an end to all of this-

The sky flashed. There was a deafening, crackling boom, and Blake barely knew what was happening before an agonizing, indescribable burning shot down the length of their left arm.

It felt like it had been torn clean off, or maybe fizzled away into cinders like a sheet of paper. But, it was very much still there, reduced to a sizzling black chunk of flesh as Blake’s body hit the floor like a sandbag.

Not everything went black right away. They stayed conscious long enough to hear a scream of their name. Someone rushed to their side to hold them. They couldn’t tell who. They figured Cole, but the voice sounded a pitch too deep.

Raising their eyes to look up took the same amount of effort it would to lift a mountain, but they did anyway. Perhaps they were hallucinating, but their gaze met N’s. Everything was so blurry, they couldn’t discern his expression. But fragments of his voice cut through the haze and reached their ears.

“No no no no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please- don’t-” They’d heard him sad before. They’d heard him cry before. They’d never heard him so broken before. “Stay with me, don’t close your eyes, just st-”

“…ay…”

“…with…”

“…m…”

…

Were they in a dream?

They were on the floor. Their arm felt numb, the edges still simmering with pain. Cole and Petra hovered over them, the former shouting things at them they couldn’t hear while occasionally glancing up at something.

Blake turned their head. More accurately, it tilted off to the side by itself, from the lack of strength to keep it upright.

They saw something. A shadow. No- claws. Scales. Sparks of electricity dancing under jet black hide.

Their gaze trailed up. A towering, dark figure, casting a menacing silhouette against the sky with the membrane of its wings. Rumbling with an ancient, newly reawakened power.

Zekrom.

N was on its back. His hair swayed to and fro in the wind. His hat was nowhere to be seen.

They extended a trembling hand out towards him. He was so far away. But they reached for him anyway. Please, don’t go-

He didn’t even look back.

Zekrom took to the skies.

He was gone.

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#pb takeover #tw injury #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon rp #trainer blake #long post

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ask-sebastian · 8 months

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**A few hours after the arguement.**

I walked into his dorm room, leaning on the doorframe. I crossed my arms and made myself as small as I could.

"..you were right. Like always. You could have left, I could have left whenever. And.. I wanna tell you why I didn't leave." I took a deep breath, mustering my courage. "It doesn't matter if you don't feel the same. You don't have to feel the same.."

"I.. I see you more than a friend, I.." My voice trembled. "I think I.. love you, Seb. You don't have to feel the same! You can yell at me, or laugh, or.. anything you want. Just.. I needed you to know because.. you deserve to know." I said, I brought my fingers to my neck and nervously rubbed the back of it as I waited for his response.

Light spilled across the front of the room as the door swung open, the grating scrap of wood against stone and stiff, aged hinges breaking both the still quiet of the room and Sebastian’s train of thought. Sadly, even seventh years were not afforded the luxury of rooming alone and privacy was always at a premium. If anything, the interruption was an annoying reminder to cast a silencing charm whilst he studied. Little point now, he supposed.

Without glancing up, he expelled an irritated puff of air and recrossed his legs that stretched the length of his bed. His fingers quickly skimmed across the page until he found the point where he left off in his reading. Sebastian’s concentration still faltered: he read and reread the same sentence a few times, his focus wavering between the dull and unnecessarily wordy arithmetic explanation and the expectation of the familiar sounds of one of his dormmates sweeping in.

No such sounds came, which drew his attention away from his book. Sebastian finally looked up, and he repressed another sigh at the sight that greeted him. Evidently there was more to be said. His expression shifted into some approximation of bland disinterest as he listened. Unlike the sigh, his harsh chuckle that followed their confession was irrepressible.

“I am to blame for all your life’s more recent ills.” Sebastian reached for a spare slip of parchment and slid it between the pages before closing the book and setting it aside. “All because I am the object of your undying affection.”

Love could drive anyone to the brink of madness. It was an ugly reality with which Sebastian was intimately familiar, yet he still felt as little empathy as he did desire to lash out. Choices were choices, regardless of the reasoning or justification. His love for his sister drove him to the unthinkable, but he owned his actions with few regrets. He may not have succeeded, but if given the opportunity to go back, he doubted he would do much differently and he had long made his peace with that.

Sebastian quietly shifted off the bed and crossed the room, resting a forearm on the doorframe above them. He wearily rubbed at this eye with the back of his knuckle before reaching for the door. It was plain to him that he would always be a convenient scapegoat the next time they made a decision met with inevitable regret. Still, there was no reason to rant or rave. Little point to venomously lash out or bitterly belittle them, as they seemed to oddly expect of him.

When he spoke, his voice was carefully measured. Tired more than anything else. “I am unsure why you believe I deserve to know any of this, given your rather vehement accusations before, but there is only one thing I wish to say.” He pulled the door with him as he pressed closer, forcing them to step back away from the doorframe. “Consider it a rare bit of good judgement and a singular act of kindness to someone who believes I so egregiously wronged them.”

He offered a tight, sardonic smile. “If you think you love me–don’t.”

Sebastian abruptly stepped back and shut the door with a quiet click, forgetting neither the locking nor the silencing charms as he returned to his studies.

#sebastian speaks

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ijustlovefiction · 1 year

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Cars/Planes Headcanons!!!!

MUSIC EDITION

CARS

Lightning - he would definitely listen to all the songs from the whole Cars Series like "Real Gone", "Life is Highway" or "Ride". Personally, I think he would be a fan of Imagine Dragons and The Score.

Mater - in my opinion, our lovely tow truck would listen to country songs, most often from Brad Paisley, possibly a few songs from musicals

Sally- Personally, I think she would be a huge ABBA fan. Just imagine her singing this band's songs as she works

Doc - I don't think our legendary Hudson Hornet would be addicted to music, but I know he wouldn't despise "Everybody Wants To Rule World" and "Nothing else matters" (he would despise today's music, saying that the 80's was the best)

Luigi -he could certainly be a fan of jazz and swing. I feel like this music brings back memories for him

Guido - in the case of a pit stop champion, I believe he would listen to some accapella. I don't know why, it just seems that way to me

Ramone- seems to be a guy who listens to rap/punk (I don't know what to call it) Something like "Gangsta's Paradise" or "Punk Tactics"

Flo - The Rolling Stones. She. is. Just. Big. Fangirl. Of. It.

Red-well, our sensitive guy could listen to lofi music, which always helps him to organize his thoughts and calm down

Fillmone -would be a fan of Michael Jackson. He would love his voice and his favorite song would be "Heal the World"

Sarge-I don't think he would have any fun with music. He would listen to whatever is playing in the background

Lizzie-like some hits from the 30s. She'd definitely mention Stanley on "It's been a long long time"

Mack- he would have a lot of fun listening to Skillet. Every time he goes somewhere, he'll vibe to one of these songs

Sheriff- he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he loves musical songs. Especially "From now on" from The Greatest Showman

Cruz - QUEEEEENN!!! SHE WOULD BE A HUGE FAN OF THIS BAND! I even have a vision of her excitedly sitting at the premiere of "Bohemian Rhapsody" (her favorite song is "Show must go on")

Finn: Did you think Mack was a big Skillet fan? Look at this agent. He would go to every concert because he thinks this band is badass. Just like Fall out Boy. He plays these songs EVERY TIME when he's on some mission (in one earphone of course) Sometimes he'll listen to "Warriors" by Imagine Dragons

Holley - I think she would like to listen to Katy Perry. It was her childhood idol and now her songs help Holley to cheer her up

Chick-probably would listen to typical rap

Strip - our king would be a fan of The Weekend. His favorite song would be "Pray for me"

Cal- Like his uncle, he would love The Weekend, but he wouldn't disdain Imagine Dragons

Bobby-would listen to Pitbull. I don't know, somehow I see him enjoying his music

Jackson - I think he would love Panic! At The Disco. He would most like "Let's kill tonight"

Francesco- he would be a fan of Kesha. I know it's weird but I just see him dancing to "Blow" or "Timber"

Prof Z - he would probably turn up a villain playlist on YouTube and enjoy it. He would also feel like a boss listening to "Crazy=genius" by Panic! At the Disco

Miles- Maneskin would be glad. Once for laughs, he sang "I Wanna Be Your Slave" to Prof

Sterling - That son of a bitch (I hate him, sorry) probably wouldn't like music :V

Tex - our favorite Dinoco owner would probably listen to jazz, which would calm him down and give him satisfaction, because he believes that "jazz is music for successful people"

Acer and Germ - these two are die-hard fans of Eminem. I imagine them driving to their "work" listening to one of his songs

PLANES

Dusty-When Doc said "Today younglish don't know anything about music" he certainly didn't mean our favorite plane. Ozzy Osbourne, Electric Light Orchestra, Guns N Roses, Queen, Metallica, Nirvana or even single tracks like "Let's Grove Tonight" are like a piece of cake for him. He has music from the 70s, 80s or 90s in his little finger. (also fandom songs for ex. "Build our Machine", "Get Out" or "Hero Forms")

Dottie- Personally, I think she would be a fan of Arcane songs. She often listens to them while she works, which gives her a really cool vibe (especially "Playground" or "Snakes")

Chug - a fan of the opening credits of various series or cartoons and more (and also fan of Disney/Dreamworks songs) For sure, while watching "Ninjago" or "Monkie Kid" together with Dusty, he would sing it out loud (I'm not surprised :V)

Skipper - Personally, I think Skip would love to hear songs from "Sweeney Todd" (Highly recommended)

Sparky-Weezer fan. Definitely

Mayday-I personally think he would listen to songs about courage and sacrifice for example

El Chu - romantic songs are for him the rhythm of his heartbeat. I guess I don't need to explain this 😅

Bulldog -anthem of Great Britain. Just kidding, he would probably listen to Avicii while still grieving over the death of that artist

Ishani-I think Ishani would be a Lady Gaga fan. She'd have no problem dancing to "Bad Romance" or "Americano"

Rip - our emo plane would probably be a huge fan of Slipknot. He really gives me the vibe of someone whose favorite song is "People=Sh!t" from this band

Rochelle - She's Swiftie. I JUST SEE IT as he listens and vibes to "Anti-hero", "Welcome to New York" or "ME!"

Ned and Zed - they even have the same taste xd. I think they would both enjoy listening to Halsey or Billie Ellish, sometimes even Melanie Martinez

Franz -our favorite German would not have a favorite genre. He would just listen to whatever he wanted

Echo-this fighter wouldn't mind listening to Twenty One Pilots. The song "Stressed Out" is his favourite

Bravo - his favorite artist would be Rob Zombie. "More human than human" always accompanies him on his patrol

Blade- Well, at first our favorite helicopter wasn't a big music fan, but when Dusty showed him the song "Gladiator" by Jann, he started listening to it addictively

Windlifter-dude seems to me to be the type of person who listens to action movie soundtracks (for example Avengers) It gives him strength and motivation to train and fight fire

Lil'Dipper - anime intros can sing like no other. She is such a big fan of Britney Spears and Blondie. She also won't despise K-Pop.

Maru- Our fireman mechanic would be a huge fan of AC/DC. He loves to listen to them while working and often asks Patch to put on one of these songs during the action (it was even in the movie :V) He would also love "You're the best" or "Eye of the tiger.

Dynamite- For sure her favorite song would be "Black Widow". She would also like to listen to punk rock like "I Am A Poser"

Pinecone -she would 100% listen to fantasy songs like "Willow Tree March" because it brings the world to life in her head (in headcanon, I think she's a sensitive person with a vivid imagination)

Blackout-N.I.R.V.A.N.A totally. I don't know, I have the impression that he would listen to this band since he was a child and would go to every concert if he could

Avalanche - as with Rip, he would listen to Slipknot. It helps him release his emotions

Drip-I personally think he would be a Bruno Mars fan. Imagine him in sunglasses, chilling to "The Lazy Song"

Cabbie-Fan Rag N Bone Man. He would love the vibe of these songs and would relax to them

Patch-The Runways would be the band she fell in love with after watching Guardians of the Galaxy (basically, she listens to all the songs in that movie)

Cad - in my opinion, he wouldn't listen to music except for the song "I'm Awesome"

Nick- He would feel great joy while listening to Metallica. Once Blade walked into his dressing room and saw him singing and jumping to "Master of Puppets"

Leadbottom - this old man would complain about today's music even more (and more annoyingly) than Doc. He'd think 50s music was the best

#cars #cars fandom #cars universe #cars headcanons #planes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes #planes headcanons #music #music headcanons #pixar #disney #i hope i wrote it well #have a great day

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dykevenusian · 3 months

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thanks for the tag @lezbrarian !!

last song i listened to: Bacach Shíle Andaí by Clannad from my all irish music playlist (if u see this and have any recs pls send me them!!)

last book i read: all about love by bell hooks (finally finished so my friend could borrow it)

last thing i watched: just finished s2 of the bear

currently obsessed with: stoned drawing and ethel cains art book pt 2 asmr (and dan and phil wait who said that)

tagging: @homohabu @vivelegalite

@rainytastemakeralpaca @lesbiansidney @verberation

@xxtomboyxx @existingonanotherplane (since they just came back online kinda!) and anyone else who wants to share! and if u do tag me i wanna see :)

#tag games #this is so late but i really appreciate getting tagged in things even if it takes me forever

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bigbumder96 · 1 month

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account introduction thing!!!??

ngl i feel a bit goofy doing this🙁forgive me if this is weird, im used to getting attacked on tiktok for literally nothing (i rarely use tumblr)

general:

name: darcie

age: im a minor😭

gender: girl (she/her :3 )

sexuality: lesbian

from/live in: england

interests:

tv shows:

- the inbetweeners

- white gold

- station 19 (still have to catch up on the latest episode lmao

- 9-1-1 (also still have to catch up one episode😭)

- fresh meat

- ted lasso

- heartbreak high (not that anyone asked but ant is my fav im praying they explore his character a bit more in season three)

- friday night dinner

- this country

- call the midwife

- ackley bridge

- baby reindeer (i wouldnt exactly call it an interest, but i watched this show last week😭)

- phoenix rise

- moment of eighteen (a k-drama btw!!)

- move to heaven (also a k-drama!!)

- there she goes

- benidorm

- skins (only gen 2 tho im afraid😞)

- the inBESTigators (dont judge lmfao😭😭😭)

- little lunch (i cant theyre js both such good shows)

- dodo (a cartoon)

- taskmaster (only season eight tho for the icon joe thomas‼️)

im currently watching derry girls and jamie johnson atm !!

films:

- the shawshank redemption

- the green mile

- goodbye charlie bright (my absolute fav omg)

- the business

- the football factory (theyre making the sequel to this at my school im so happy i love nick love films😍i didnt see nick love himself tho💔)

- good will hunting

- bohemian rhapsody

- dead mans shoes

- ferris buellers day off

- harry brown

- little miss sunshine

- the inbetweeners movie

- the inbetweeners 2

- white chicks

- the basketball diaries

- mid90s

- spiderman: into the spider-verse

- spiderman: across the spider-verse

music:

- alex g (fav song: too many to put here, but if i had to pick then prolly the whole race, trick, and rules album😭)

- tv girl (fav song: better in the dark, louise, and daughter of a cop)

- the fratellis (fav song: i honestly dk, i havent gotten that much into them yet😣i js listened to one of their albums and played fifa)

- the killers (fav song: read my mind and andy youre a star)

- the smiths (fav song: girl afraid, bigmouth strikes again, and this night has opened my eyes. guys i swr i liked them songs before they got popular im acc rly annoyed at the tiktofication of bigmouth strikes again and this night has opened my eyes😣)

- queen (fav song: spread your wings and long away)

- the stone roses (fav song: i wanna be adored and made of stone. basic i know😣😣)

- the jam (fav song: down in the tube station at midnight and man in the corner shop)

- oasis (live forever. icba to type ‘fav song’ anymore😭)

- mac the knife (here to stay)

- mitski (why didnt you stop me, goodbye my danish sweetheart, me and my husband, your best american girl, once more to see you, etcetera…)

extras:

- im into football and i am a big arsenal fan !!!! my fav player is def martin ødegaard, and i may or may not be one of those deluded emile smith-rowe fans who think that hes gonna have a huge comeback and be like he was two seasons ago🤫🤫🤫

- i like webtoons! my fav is jacksons diary, closely followed by crystal city killers😱

- in year seven my drama teacher made us watch a play (on the screen, not irl) called slowtime but we didnt get to finish it💔my teacher spoiled the ending but i didnt care and tracked down the rest of that video bcs slowtime is such a good play i love everything abt it😍

- last year i was obsessed with this book series called football academy (written by tom palmer) and it was genuinely so good but there was nobody myp age cuz it was for kids💔i dont rly read them anymore, but the interest is still there if someone by chance has read them please contact me and have a conversation with me about it🙏🙏🙏

i apologise as this was very long, and i probably wont even post that much😭 sorry for the yapping tho🙏🙏🙏

#introduction!#what else do i put here #erm anyways #brighton imagine how funny ut would be if u played like REALLY good and beat man city lmao #like just inagine how funny that would be

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