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serafilms · 5 months

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song 53! magic (one direction) + percy jackson requested by @isabelboo (2023 spotify wrapped event)

you, you’ve got this spell on me, i don’t know what to believe, kissed you once now i can’t leave

Percy isn’t really sure how or when it started, but he’s pretty sure you’ve put some kind of curse on him.

His thoughts are consumed by you day and night. His vision tunnels in on you every time you’re around. Whenever you talk to him, all he can do is think of your lips. It’s excruciating. It’s nauseating. And it’s definitely affecting his daily activities, he thinks as he sits, dazed in the infirmary, with a stab wound (a very minor one!) in his side.

It has to be some kind of magic, he thinks, because he’s never felt like this. Maybe some voodoo? Maybe a trick by Hecate as vengeance for defeating the Titans. Maybe you’ve been slipping him potions in his food. It could be anything, and Percy is not as well-versed in magic knowledge as some other people at camp, so he has no idea.

But he finds himself always looking for you, asking after you. He finds himself trailing after you always, and depressed when you’re not around.

The strangest part is that nobody else seems to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he’s too afraid to ask them about it.

He mentioned something about it to Annabeth once, but she merely waved him off.

(“It’s like I can only think of Y/N,” he said.

Annabeth looked over her notes distractedly. “Uh huh, yeah, that’s great, Percy. Hey, since you’re not being any help here, would you mind getting Y/N so they can help me finish the Capture the Flag plans?”

Percy blinked. “Okay?”)

He thinks it must have started somewhere between all the times you held his hand to lead him somewhere, or the times he stood behind you to help correct your sword fighting posture, or the times you touched his hands and arms to correct his archery posture. He always ended up blushing furiously after each of those ordeals.

Or maybe it started that time he kissed you. Although, technically, you’d kissed him first (on the cheek, nothing crazy!) before he went off to face Kronos.

But then again, Percy had been the one to kiss you on the lips when he found you again after.

(“Percy!”

He heard the call of his name, registered your voice, and his head was already whipping around to find you. He found you, a strained look on your face as you hobbled towards him, and Percy rushed towards you.

No sooner had you steadied yourself by holding onto his forearms than he had leaned forwards and kissed you on the lips.)

But Percy couldn’t help it! He’d just been so worried about you, and so relieved to find you alive. He thinks maybe during one of those kisses you transferred your evil little spell.

Still, he hoped that kiss might have meant something to you, more than friendship, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about it, since you’d collapsed on your broken ankle right after.

Even until now, you two have never really discussed what you are, or what the kiss/es entail for your future relationship. Because magic spell or not, Percy’s endless thoughts about you have him planning out your future (however much of it you can plan for two demigods who face certain death before their prime). An apartment in New York, close enough to his mom and Paul but not so close that it’s overbearing, college and planning schedules to match up, weekends out with your friends laughing and eating and watching movies and doing normal teenager things.

That’s all he wants. But he’ll settle for the lingering touches and smiles he gets from you for now.

But this curse, spell, whatever (because gods forbid Percy Jackson admit he’s in love with you before he’s sure you’re in love with him. They kissed you, Percy! What more do you need, for Zeus’ sake) is seriously becoming a problem, because somebody explain to him how from 30 feet away, Percy managed to see an Ares camper headed straight for you and make it over the battlefield in time to intercept it. With his own abdomen.

It was a stupid mistake, he acknowledges now. He’s been through countless battles, and he knows he could’ve incapacitated the camper from behind, or just knocked the spear out of his hand or something. But something about seeing you in danger just sets alight a fire in his mind that burns through any rational thought, leaving only an urge to stop you from getting hurt.

A little inconvenient now that he’s wincing on an infirmary bed with his side burning up. But at least you’re okay. And oh, look! It’s you! He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating now, or if you’re really standing in front of him.

“Seaweed brain,” you say, sniffling.

Okay, definitely you.

“Hey Y/N,” Percy says meekly. His side still feels like it’s on fire but his heart feels warmer with you here.

You take his hand and his heart aches at the tears in your eyes. “Hey, I’m fine,” he assures, ignoring the fact that he is definitely not fine.

“You’re an idiot, is what you are.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You look at him, at the ridiculous little smile he’s giving you to reassure you, at the bandages around his waist, and his hand in yours, and you lurch forwards and press your lips to his.

Percy jolts in surprise and feels his abdomen screaming at him from the movement, but kisses back nonetheless, feeling your lips on his once more and your tongue graze his bottom one.

When you pull back, he stares at you in a daze. If kissing is how you kept this spell on him, he is okay with being under it forever.

“You��re ridiculous, Percy Jackson,” you say, “but I love you.”

He swears his heart has never felt this warm. “I love you too.”

(“Sorry,” Leo says, looking rather gobsmacked, “they weren’t already dating?”

“Leo!” Piper throws her hands up in exasperation.

He smacks his cheeseburger back down on his plate and stares at the faces of his friends. Jason and Frank also look rather miffed, but the girls are all rolling their eyes. “Excuse me for being surprised! They’ve known each other since they were, what, 13?”

“12, actually,” answers Annabeth.

“12! When Percy woke up on the other side of America, the only name he could remember was Y/N’s, right?”

“Correct,” says Frank.

“And we spent ages on the Argo II, during which they got caught in the stables—“

“They were just talking,” says Hazel.

“—and they fell into Tartarus together! Because he refused to let go of her hand! They literally went all the way to hell, all the way through hell, and back out, together!”

Nobody says a word, all looking at Leo.

“You’re telling me,” Leo says, breathing very intensely as though he just found out that his pet dog has been run over, “that during that entire time, neither of them asked each other out?”

“Nope,” says Annabeth matter-of-factly, “and he also kissed Y/N on his 16th birthday.”

“Man,” Jason sighs, “talk about slow burn.”)

#percy jackson imagines #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #written works !#2023 spotify wrapped event !

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blackhairedjjun · 28 days

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flying home to you - c.yj

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst -> fluff, non-idol au, friends to lovers | word count: 889 | warnings: profanity (just one "shit")

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - CHOOSE: sender, realizing the receiver is about to make a huge life-changing decision (literally anything, accepting a job offer, accepting a marriage proposal, leaving the country, ANYTHING!) tells the receiver that they’re in love with them, leaving them to choose between the sender and their original path. (requested by @forevrglow - “Can you do the [CHOOSE] prompt with Yeonjun and make it kinda like the ending of Friends? Y/N got an amazing job offer in another country and just as she's about to get on the plane, yeonjun arrives to tell her he loves her and then she gets off the plane”)

author's notes: hi bri, thank you so much for the request! i had to watch clips of the friends ending on youtube for this, i couldn't make it exactly like it just because airport security has changed so much since the show aired 😭 but i tried to keep the gist of your request, i hope you enjoy!

(also to anyone else reading this, please do not take this fic as career or relationship advice!! lmao)

neither the rumbling sound of your luggage wheels nor the roars of the airplanes overhead could drown out your nervous heartbeat. you approached the entrance of the airport terminal, bags in tow, and your nerves seemed to quake more and more with each step. as you found yourself in front of the glass sliding doors, you paused, inhaled deeply, and checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time.

the electronic copy of your plane ticket was there, as were the email exchanges from your new employer. paris was at your fingertips and in a few hours it would be right in front of you, surrounding you, and even beneath your feet.

yet you still found yourself switching over to your text app and checking your messages with yeonjun. it had been a few hours since you sent a cordial “i’ll text you when the plane lands!” to him, and there was still no reply; he was typically the kind of person who replies as soon as he can, usually late at night before he goes to bed. he had read your text, but not responded.

this fact rattled your nerves more than the plane ticket, the email exchanges, or the flight. sighing, you pocketed your phone again and pushed thoughts of yeonjun out of your mind. maybe it got buried in his inbox...

you gripped the handle of your luggage again to wheel it over to the entrance, but your steps felt slower than ever. other passengers had to walk around you to enter the terminal. why were you so damn nervous? you knew that a new job in a new country was scary, but more than ever you felt rooted to the ground. at the back of your mind were images of your home, of downing beers with yeonjun in your kitchen, of his downcast expression when you told him about moving to paris...

“y/n! wait!”

you whipped around at the sound of a voice that made your heart beat faster. yeonjun stood in front of you as if conjured by your thoughts, out of breath, jacket hastily thrown on and hair tousled.

“yeonjun, what are you...?”

“y/n, please,” he panted, “hear me out before you go...”

you were both in the way, and passengers shot glares at you as they headed to the terminal entrance. you moved aside, and yeonjun took the opportunity to move closer to you and take both your hands in his.

“i have to be at the gate by一”

“i love you.”

you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

yeonjun’s grip on your hands grew firm. “i’m sorry i never told you earlier,” he continued, voice cracking, “but i... i didn’t want to stop your dreams. i’m sure you’ll do amazing. but now that you’re leaving, and it’s real, and i don’t know when一 shit, i love you, y/n... i love you.”

you were trembling and yeonjun could feel it in your hands. he, too, was shaking, and it took every ounce of effort for him to keep steady.

your mind swam in a haze of thoughts, feelings, images. you remembered the way yeonjun held you when your ex broke your heart, the way his hands nearly brushed yours when he walked you home. you thought of home, of that tiny apartment where you’d stayed up with him talking about your dreams.

then you thought of paris. you thought of your dream job in your dream city. you imagined your new apartment overlooking the seine, and of the picturesque walkways lined with charming houses and old-fashioned streetlamps. your mind instantly created an image of you walking along them towards your new home, surrounded by fashionable locals in elegant coats... but you walked all alone.

where is your home? what is your dream?

then it all snapped together in high clarity.

you had been silent for a while, the thoughts too overwhelming for you to respond. yeonjun was still standing in front of you, and at your silence he dropped your hands. tears formed at the corners of his eyes and you swore you felt your heart break.

“sorry, i... i shouldn’t have said that. you should go...”

he turned to head back to his car. at first you couldn’t process it, and he moved slowly as if in a dream. then your senses caught up with you and you realized 一 yeonjun was walking away. your home, your dream was walking away.

“yeonjun!”

you ran towards him, nearly bumping into several passengers heading to the terminal. he caught you in his arms and his lips met yours; you melted into his embrace, kissing him back. he felt warm and his lips were soft, and you felt the warmth spread to your chest and set your whole body alight.

when you broke apart, you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. your eyes met yeonjun’s, shining with adoration, and the thoughts and emotions swirling around you finally came to a still.

“i love you too, jjun,” you whispered. “i can’t leave you.”

he pulled you in for a hug and you breathed him in, your face resting against his chest. his heartbeat fell in sync with yours.

“y/n, stay...”

you gripped him even more tightly and nodded. there was no way you could leave your home.

#txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #txt x you #yeonjun x you #choi yeonjun x reader #kpop x reader #txt imagines #kpop imagines #yeonjun imagines #txt angst #yeonjun angst #tomorrow x together imagines #txt fic #txt fanfic #yeonjun fanfic #bhj originals #bhj's 300 follower event 🖤

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yoificfinder · 2 months

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In celebration of women, here are some fics centered around the great women of YOI! Happy international women's day! ♀️✨️

(Don't) Give a Damn by @forochel [T, 9K]

Mari, through the years,

an open door by tripcyclone [G, 8K]

Lilia never wanted children of her own, but caring for Victor gives her a glimpse into the life she chose to pass by.

and your feet will follow by @prinzenhasserin [T, 13K]

Lilia’s relationship with her fellow ballerinas wasn’t usually complicated. Usually, she knew exactly where she stood. Not so with Minako Okukawa who had disappeared from the ballet world some years ago to hide in the dance studio of a backwater town in Japan.

Lilia didn’t care about that, of course. Not at all. She just deserved a vacation, to Japan, incidentally.

another girl in another time by cityboys [G, 11K]

Wouldn’t it be cool if there really is another version of you out there?

Beautiful in Knowing by @val-creative [T, 1K]

Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.

She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.

if friends were flowers, i'd pick you by windupbirdgirl [G, 4K]

During the first two years of high school, Yuuko finds she barely has time to breathe. The sky seems very far away, the sea even more so. She hasn’t gone to the rink in months.

if love is king, who wears the crown by @crollalanzaa [G, 1K]

“Second is seen as nothing,” Christophe had derided.

“But that moment you glide onto the ice, that hush of the audience, and that expectation, isn’t that worth something?”

“You speak as if you know. You used to skate?"

Past tense. It still stung, even if it was expected.

Minako knows exactly what it's like to be at the top of your game, and she remembers the descent just as clearly.

if she wants me by renaissance [G, 6K]

Hiroko and Minako, then and now.

if the sea has any draw for you by weird_bird [E, 8K]

The first time Mila saw her dance in person, her power funneled down into elegance, the granite of her face transmogrified to marble, she almost gave her the password to her bank account, she’s that good.

kagura by night by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]

The world around her is like the mountains.

A mortal lifespan is narrow; mortals watch the mountain’s unchanging faces, unravaged by the same measure of time that takes a human from dust to dust, and think them immortal in comparison. But stone erodes, just as flesh decays. It just takes longer.

If she watches long enough, everything changes. Languages drift until all the words she learned before are meaningless. Technology changes until she ceases to believe in magic because human ingenuity is more infinite than the stars. What is beautiful, what is polite, what is wrong, what is right—time, given its way, reshapes all.

But Minako’s body remains as it has always been. That’s why she loves to dance, she supposes; it’s the one thing time cannot take from her.

Katsudon by @azriona [G, 8K]

Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.

Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.

keep me steady as we go by orphan_account [G, 3K]

When Isabella stood and crossed the room to where he sat she saw her notebook open in his lap, turned to the last page of their to-do list, all but three items crossed off with less than a month to the wedding date. License. Ceremony. Everything after. She saw the angle of his gaze, too, not on the words but straight ahead, staring blank and glassy and brittle into some invisible place she still wasn’t sure she could follow him to, yet. And yet she had been the one who’d promised to try—and to keep promising, forever and forever.

Kooks by BoxWineConfessions [G, 3K]

Mari clasps her right hand across her left hand and rests them both atop her growing stomach. “I guess you’re just lucky that your father, I mean your other father, my brother-“ Mari giggles. “God, it all sounds so weird, doesn’t it? Do you care? Do you care that we’re all so fucked up and we don’t care at all?” Mari laughs again. It’s all she can do when she hurts this much, and wants a cigarette this much, but can’t stop smiling despite the fact that her body seems to hate her so much. “Well he means the world to me. That’s why I have you.”

Living in the Maybe by @adrianners [T, 6K]

It wasn’t hard to spot a 180cm platinum blond in Fukuoka International Airport. Especially when he was the only person wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At night.

Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

my better self by @spookyfoot [G, 1K]

Mila's the first friend Yuuri's made in Russia. Technically, Yuuri became friends with Yurio in Hasetsu, but he'd never say that to Yurio's face.

On his first day training in Russia, Mila stole Yuuri from the rink and showed him pictures of Victor and Georgi wearing Spice Girls t-shirts Victor had picked up at a consignment shop during Skate America in 2006, and a video of them skating a synchronized routine to "Stacy's Mom."

"Don't let anyone here intimidate you. I guarantee none of them are scarier than Yura." They watched Victor skate circles around Yuri on the ice, Mila's camera primed for blackmail material—just in case.

_________

Yuuri and some of the women in his life, through the years.

Variations on a Theme by BoxWineConfessions [M, 20K]

Mari doesn't like it when the past and the present overlap so easily. Mari knows the mischievous grin and the burn of eyes that linger too long. They're the trademark of girls who are still figuring out what they want, but want relentlessly. Mari is tired of letting people in, only to have to say goodbye when their vacation is over.

Mila has experienced this before, this knowing little smile that implies that they know something about her body that she doesn’t. It comes across as cocky, and arrogant on men, and gentle with Mari. Mari looks like she's just told her some kind of wonderful secret.

Together, they reshape their expectations.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #yoi fic rec

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acourtofladydeath · 4 months

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TTBW Chapter 2

Cassian's healing journey beings, and Emerie tells her story.

New tags include discussions of cycle/period discrimination.

Start reading under the cut or on AO3!

Tensions were high outside Cassian and Nesta’s room at the House of Wind. Emerie, Azriel, and Rhysand had been sitting in the hall over a day as Madja and a team of her best healers worked on their friend’s mangled wings. Nesta refused to leave his side. Madja allowed her to stay in the room only as long as Nesta agreed to follow all instructions and stay out of the way, which she had. There was no time to fill anyone in on his status. While the camp lords had not intended to kill Cassian, the combination of the paralytic, faebane, and the shock to his system from trauma and blood loss had caused his body to shut down quickly.

Rhysand had never seen Madja call for so many extra healers. Typically she brought along an apprentice or two to train. On particularly bad occasions, like after the King of Hybern had shredded Cassian’s wings and Azriel had been stabbed by Jurian, he and Morrigan had lent a hand. Madja called for six additional highly trained hands, and specifically refused the help of any apprentices or the Inner Circle. Such a thing was unheard of.

As they waited, Emerie leaned against the wall, arms folded and one leg kicked back. Rhysand had slid down the wall several hours ago. Now his legs were bent up to his chest, elbows rested on his knees, and his head hung heavy in his hands. Azriel stood rigid by the window, unable to break his stare from Cassian’s door. Emerie watched him flex his hands and knew what ran through his mind. She knew what he must be reliving after what Cassian had endured because she was reliving it too. Their scars ran deep.

Loss, damage, physical, mental, and emotional pain that no amount of training could prepare anyone to live through. This was trauma in its purest form, and Cassian was not the only one injured. Emerie shut her eyes tight as she tried to push away the memories that had threatened to consume her from the moment Nesta had recognized the agony in Cassian’s wings through their bond the night before. The images and phantom pains that Emerie still fought back daily had only gotten stronger after what she’d witnessed in that tent.

Hours later the door to Cassian’s room opened and Madja, exhausted and flecked in more blood than anyone was comfortable acknowledging, entered the hallway. Rhysand was instantly on his feet. Azriel remained still, but Emerie took a step off the wall, arms still crossed and wings held in tightly to stave off the pains. Rhysand quickly approached the healer, expectation written across the wrought lines of his face.

Madja stared down at the floor. This healer, a female whose skills went beyond all others, one of the only people in all of Prythian who could order the High Lord around, could not meet his eyes. Rhysand’s eyes bore down on her. Emerie tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, tried to remember that he was in pain, but she did not like the way he looked upon his master healer.

With a deep breath, Madja raised her head and squared her shoulders to address Rhysand. Her face was schooled in a practiced calm as she began to speak with a steady voice. “We have stopped the blood loss, and managed to prevent amputation. His organs were shutting down and we almost lost him, but I am now sure that physically he will survive this.”

“His wings,” Rhysand cut in, voice hoarse from lack of use and water. As he continued to speak his tone was harsh as he asked the question Emerie already knew the answer to. “Will he fly again?”

“No,” Madja said, voice firm and sure though it sounded like she did not want to be. “His wings were too damaged and there was noth-”

“You have to do something. He can’t not fly,” Rhysand said, voice rushed and angry as he took one step toward the healer. “He has to fly, Madja. You have to do something. His wings have been bad before, and you’ve always fixed him.”

Emerie watched as some small part of the healer permanently broke, and she stepped forward to try and prevent the crack from growing further. “Thank you, Madja, for saving his life. We are so thankful. Is there anything that you need us to do?”

Madja looked gratefully at Emerie for a brief moment before she responded. “No, thank you dear. Nesta has all the instructions and we will visit again soon. He needs rest before we work again.”

Emerie smiled warmly at the female as she kindly nodded her response. Madja ushered the healers, all in various states of dishevelment, out of Nesta and Cassian’s room before they left the House of Wind together as one with Morrigan as their guide. Em watched them leave as she used her body to create a barrier between the healers and the High Lord. Azriel still had not moved from where he stood, eyes locked on the door that was once again shut. When they had gone and she was certain they were out of ear shot, Emerie turned angrily upon the males behind her.

“Are you proud of yourself,” Emerie spat at the High Lord, who was still fuming mad about the now undeniable fact that his friend would no longer be able to fly.

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” Rhysand retorted as anger rolled off of him in dark waves.

Emerie cocked an eyebrow at the High Lord, her hands on her hips. “Oh yeah? Nothing wrong? You do know that your words have an effect on people, correct? You had no right to guilt her like that.”

“I did no such thing. I simply asked-”

“No,” Emerie said back. She wanted to shout, but she knew that Cassian and Nesta did not need to hear this right now. To try and preserve their peace, Emerie worked to keep her voice low, yet strong. “By bringing up the past times she was successful, you just confirmed to Madja that you believe this was likely her biggest failure to date. And it’s not. There’s no way to recover from the wounds he received. He’s lucky to be alive right now.”

Continue reading on AO3.

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xalygatorx · 4 months

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 32, "Choice & Prophecy" (End)

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

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

Summary: Cora arrives back in Asgard and is immediately escorted to the Allfather. The prophecy of the Realms’ end is reviewed and some light is shed on what set things to changing. A sentence is given to both Thor and Loki for their transgressions with surprising implications.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.4k

When the blinding pulsations of light which had enveloped her receded, she saw some white spots dancing in her vision. Cora blinked them away just before she lifted her gaze to peer up at Heimdall, who wore a rather smug expression. After the moment it took her to step forward, her legs slightly wobbly from transport, she realized she'd mistaken his expression. It was one of pride.

Instead of giving his usual greeting or one of the witty remarks they'd come to trade at each meeting, he simply inclined his head and informed her, "I knew you would stop this."

"I'm glad one of us did," Cora said with a smile, her gaze faltering toward the stretch of the BiFrost and the golden palace beyond. "Updates?"

Heimdall shook his head faintly and followed her stare. "I have not seen Thor since he returned, nor Loki. Then again, I am instructed not to leave my post unless certain circumstances occur." He paused before adding, "I do know that Odin has been awakened."

Cora paled faintly. "What do you think that means for Loki? Do you think…"

"I doubt anything has been done yet. The Allfather's actions are rarely so immediate," the gatekeeper said calmly as he stepped off his pedestal, his sword giving a metallic whine as he removed it and sheathed it at his hip. "Especially when a key member of the trial party is not yet present."

"What do you mean?" Cora asked, leaning her head back to keep her eyes on his.

"A certain circumstance of my leave is imminent," he replied ambiguously before translating, "and I am to take you to Odin."

"Why?"

"I was not told, but it is not for any malicious purpose. It is likely…"

When he trailed off, Cora's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Likely what?"

"Given their past, it is likely a gesture toward you. For you to say goodbye." Cora's jaw locked at that and she put her eyes to the iridescent bridge beneath their feet. There was nothing really for her to say and, even if she could've thought of something, she wasn't sure her voice would stay steady enough to carry it. Heimdall sensed her unease and asked, "He seems changed."

"He was never 'evil'… But he made some terrible choices, did some terrible things, I won't excuse him of that…," Cora murmured, sighing as she shook her head incrementally. "But whether or not he was 'bad' doesn't matter now. Does it?"

"I wouldn't imagine so. But I saw what he supplied in Midgard," Heimdall said quietly. Cora nodded in a daze; at least someone here apart from Thor and herself knew what had transpired.

The guards parted the golden doors when they arrived and she got a couple of strange looks from them when they took in her attire. She supposed the skintight SHIELD uniform wasn't exactly normal coverage here. Their footsteps pounded faintly against the glistening floor and being back in Asgard proved to be quite the strange sensation to Cora. Especially because this time when Heimdall brought her into the fortress, she wouldn't be met by Frigga's kind, but queenly, company. The realization provided her with a quiet, hollow ache just above her stomach.

To her surprise, the guards at the entrance to the throne room stood beside already open doors and she was able to look directly through the arch to the golden throne before the dais, Odin sitting upon it once again. For a moment, she entertained the thought that this was, once again, Loki, but she was well-aware that this time, that would not be the outcome. The nearly indifferent look in Odin's aged stare confirmed that.

She continued to walk forward after Heimdall left her side, remaining just inside the throne room doorway. Cora's eyes fell to a guard at Odin's right side when the old man turned to speak to him, her gaze following him to the far door before it closed behind him. When she looked back at Odin, the Allfather was watching her thoughtfully.

When he finally spoke, his voice seemed more gravelly than she remembered. "I suppose I should begin by thanking you." Cora started to reply, but no sound fell from her lips and she simply stood there until Odin chuckled a few seconds later. "I feel that I know what you will say. That it was not your doing that caused the universe to keep on living, that it was your combined efforts with the other Midgardian warriors, my son, and his brother that saved our worlds as we know them."

"Something like that," Cora replied with a slightly embarrassed smile.

He shook his head slightly as he leaned forward and Cora found herself walking closer to the greying Asgardian king as he began to speak again. "Prophecies are made for all of time. A very few in many a millennia are recorded and revered as our eventual histories. Many assume a prophecy is unchangeable, unavoidable. That time is a linear path."

"Even here?"

"Indeed, despite our exponentially longer standing within the universe, there are some things that we share and that is a wariness of time, and a fear of its end."

At that moment, Thor stepped into the throne room after receiving a verbal summons from the guard who had left to ascend the staircase and fetch both princes from their chambers. It had seemed upon arrival that any imprisonment of Loki—at least at that moment—seemed useless. Not only was Thor now solidly on his brother's side, but this new view of Loki in a turnaround from rage and genocide caused conflict in the man who had raised them both. He saw the change in their relationship and dispositions and it caused him slight unease because he did not yet understand the full nature of it.

Loki did come in beside Thor in handcuffs, however. Not the full chained harness he'd been restrained by in his original return to Asgard after the mayhem he'd caused in the Midgardian sector called New York, but enough that, if needed, he could be easily put down.

Odin watched both men in his peripheral, not taking his immediate gaze from the barely half-blooded girl in front of him although he studied all three of them in thoughtful silence. Cora seemed to notice someone had entered the room, but she was keeping her attention upon him out of propriety, her features set into a slimly expressive arrangement of composure. He saw beneath that though, to the uncertainty. Thor wore a similar expression, though his was more stonily exuded as he regarded his father upon the throne. Loki's eyes went to Odin, then to Cora, lingered a moment, and then moved back to Odin, seeming guarded and simply waiting for what he thought to be the inevitable.

Behind her, Cora heard the faint echoes of footsteps, but she kept her eyes trained upon Odin out of respect and interest in where he was going with this. The Allfather took a deep breath and continued with renewed importance, "Prophecies may be wrong. The promise of the end of the Nine felt imminent because it was so detailed and so absolute from being constructed so long ago. Eons before this day. Prophecies may also change due to events leading up to them. Variables not originally included in the original scry."

"That seems so absurd though, if that's the case," Cora couldn't help but notice, tilting her head subconsciously. "To predict something so far ahead without the basis of how time would change the circumstances."

"It does, does it not?" Odin agreed quietly, his lips a thin line. "However, the variables didn't waver until just a short time ago. One and then another. The second of the variables to come about was Thanos. He was never intended to become a part of what we call the Ragnarök, the 'twilight of the gods' and the end of the nine realms in their entirety. His interference and rush of the event caused the unfolding of those events to change."

"Was that why he didn't succeed?"

"It was part of the reason. You were the other."

Cora's jaw dropped slightly. "But… Why me?"

"It became vastly apparent after consulting the ancestral documents in the library and the circumstances surrounding the Ragnarök that something was not matching up. The beings meant to bring about the apocalypse were more or less falling into their places… Except, it seems, for one." He didn't need to say who. "Everything was progressing as anticipated until, what I can understand, is one singular moment: the moment Loki let go of Mjolnir at the BiFrost ledge and was cast into the residual energy still lingering near the observatory, which had recently returned Thor from Midgard."

Cora's eyes widened marginally. In the few times they'd discussed how he'd managed to make it to Earth, he'd never mentioned that his trip had been unintentional. And also an act of defeat. Odin continued, "Such a tiny moment in our millennia of existence and yet it all came down to that moment for a new wave of events to begin turning into motion. Had he held on, both Thor and Loki would have likely been pulled to safety, Loki imprisoned or given a second chance, and life progressing onward as intended. Alternatively, his choice to hold on could have pulled both brothers into the void." The Allfather made a slightly impatient gesture with his hand before looking intently at Cora. "Despite the numerous possibilities, Loki let go and that choice led him to you."

"It was that simple?" Cora asked with a faint frown. "A coincidence?"

"Very little can be left to coincidence," Odin said sagely as his gaze moved to reach over her head. "I remain uncertain of how it was done, but your meeting changed the fate of the realms and the both of you, as well." Cora paused and looked over her shoulder to follow his gaze, finding Thor and Loki standing ten paces or so behind her with guards on either side. Loki looked at her briefly before glancing back up at Odin, wearing the most pristine pokerface Cora had ever seen. It made her a little sick. "All that remains of this twist of destiny…is a resolution to the remainder of a sentence."

Cora felt like she'd been punched in the gut, but in the same instant, she was angry she felt surprised at all. Odin was, at times, fair, but he was equally unforgiving. It was obvious that this was what would become of Loki's return, she'd just been stupid enough to be optimistic.

She heard a faint rattle of the chains on Loki's handcuffs as he and Thor stepped forward. "Father," Thor greeted Odin a bit curtly, standing on his brother's other side.

Odin watched them a moment before speaking to Cora without directly looking at her. "I will address the second party now."

Cora grumbled audibly, but stepped back a bit to present the brothers with space in position to Odin's throne, standing near where they'd stood just a moment before.

Once she'd made her retreat, the Allfather continued. "In the last time we spoke, you had managed to make off with your Midgardian goat and the Aether into the Dark World," he said matter-of-factly, but there was underlying upset in his voice that signaled a punishment to be made.

"Her name is Jane," Thor enunciated with restrained anger, adding quietly afterward, "and she is not a goat."

"Enough," Odin ordered and his eldest quieted out of reflex, looking all the more angry that he did so. "Though you were successful in your endeavors…eventually…you went against my word. You endangered the bloodline and the Nine a thousand times over by separating yourself from Asgard's defenses. And then you…" He'd moved his gaze to Loki. "You have committed multiple accounts of treason, not to mention acts of attempted tyranny, theft, running rogue, defiance of direct orders, subduing and impersonating the sovereign ruler of Asgard, and, of course, mass genocide in Midgard. These acts are unforgivable and no amount of justice you returned to your name in the path of Thanos in these past days may erase these crimes from your history. Do you understand?"

Thor shifted his weight forward as he moved to interject, but Odin silenced him with one look. Cora saw the slight fall in Loki's shoulders as he replied calmly, "I understand." She understood the nearly imperceptible lax in his posture to not be a sign of defeat, but a somber hope that the following decree would be one of execution. Loki would rather die than rot in a cell all over again, especially after having been free for just a while longer.

Odin watched him for a solid minute before leaning back in his throne and continuing, "Therefore, your sentence still stands. The punishment, however, I feel must be taken further. For actions past your original imprisonment."

This is it, Cora thought with some despair as it all became startlingly real in a matter of seconds. She couldn't take her eyes off Loki's back, off the armored plating on his attire. Her heart hit her ribs with every palpitation and she felt like she was starving for breath when she was clearly breathing. If it's a life sentence, make it painless. If he has to die… I hope it's quick.The simple thought of Loki falling under an ax sent chills and genuine pain through her bones. How did I get this hooked? I thought I was tougher than this.

As if he knew her inner turmoil, Loki turned his head just enough so he could see her in his peripheral. He only looked at her for a couple of seconds, tops, but it was sufficient, it seemed. For whatever his reason was for doing it. All three of them, along with the guards and Heimdall nearby, looked to Odin and waited while he stared down at Loki, pondering something the lot of them could only guess at.

Odin nodded a fraction and said decidedly, "Banishment."

The shock was palpable in the room as Odin's word passed through, bouncing off the walls to echo through the doors. "Father?" Thor inquired quietly, breaking the silence that followed.

"Loki, you are hereby banished from Asgard. No longer will you wreak havoc upon this realm and its brothers. For the length of my rule—as it will become Thor's in time—you are not to cross through these golden gates but to leave this day." Odin turned a piercing gaze over to Thor and informed him, "I have left Loki in your charge many a time and each time has failed, therefore I will hand over that burdensome duty to another." That was when he glanced past them once again. "Cora of Midgard. It is unfair of me to request something so grandiose of you, but the incompetence of my heir when it comes to the man he calls his brother is extreme. Would you take this charge and be certain he does not cause more danger to the realms?"

Cora, like the others, was in a silent state of shock, but soon came back to herself long enough to read Odin's face. He looked severe, but beyond that, there was an endeavor to make amends. Holding down a small smile, Cora inclined her head. "I will." She was unable to resist adding on, "…If I must." She just wished she could see Loki's reaction to her elaboration.

All business, Odin nodded and looked back to Loki and Thor. "You remain my heir," he said firmly to Thor and Cora remembered the Odin who had told Thor to go on to Midgard had, in fact, been Loki with a takeover plan in mind. He pursed his lips faintly before finishing his point with, "However, I would dare to think that my lifetime may have yet a few centuries more within it. At best, it will have one, which I can imagine would be long enough to spend…Jane's lifetime with her in Midgard."

Hope must've alighted in Thor's features because Odin swiftly continued to declare, "After which, you will return to this throne and take your rightful place. You will be king in my stead. And, perhaps…" He glanced toward Loki with a surprising amount of respect and subdued optimism for his character. "Perhaps you will find council in family."

Loki's eyes widened at last, as he'd kept cool throughout Odin's decrees. It was that final word that hit the hardest where he thought he could no longer ache and he found the breath to—albeit begrudgingly—reply, "I… Fa—"

"I care not for your excuses, Loki, my decision is final. You must endure the results of your actions, not one word you say will change my mind," Odin cut him off and Cora was hard-pressed not to collapse from knee-weakening relief at the absurdity that was Odin trying to be generous.

The Allfather relaxed after that, giving a nod for them to go. "I have said my fill. I will see you as you see fit." He'd directed the final statement to Thor and though Cora knew Loki and Odin were still painfully estranged, she couldn't help but feel sad that this would probably be the last time Loki would ever see the only father he'd ever known.

However, Odin was doing him a kindness. He was doing all of them a kindness by allowing both Thor and Loki to return to Midgard. Asgard needed to know that its greatest defier was punished and gone and it was Odin's duty to make it so, but the extent of his concealed warmth was more than welcome. When it became clear that it was time for them to go, a guard stepped forward and unlocked Loki's cuffs, taking the metal away as Loki ran his pale, slender fingertips over his wrists.

He and Thor both turned to walk back toward the throne room entrance, both looking to Cora immediately. The three shared knowing looks before she turned to walk out with them, glancing over her shoulder to Odin and sending a grateful smile before following them out.

Odin watched them go until the golden doors were shut behind Heimdall, who left as well. "Prosper, my sons," he said softly beneath his breath.

"I could pass out from relief," Cora said once the doors thudded shut in their wake, running a hand through her hair as she attempted to pass through the dazed feeling that fogged her brain.

"I would prefer if you didn't," Loki remarked, glancing toward the guards at the entrance. His gaze was suspicious, like he expected to be tricked. Cora would love to meet the person who could trick the "trickster god." Then she realized she'd tricked him plenty and felt herself ascend to a new state of accomplishment.

"You better behave," she warned him amiably. "I'm the one who's going to kick your ass now if you don't. And I'm pretty sure Thor would back me up on it, regardless."

"Anytime, little sister," Thor chuckled, grinning when Loki gave a withering glance between them. He glanced past Cora and she turned to follow his gaze as a few servants rolled two carts forward.

"What is this?" Loki asked and Cora could have smacked him for the condescending tone that came out of him which could only belong to a boy raised in royalty.

"Payment for her services and some for you to take along to Midgard," the smallest of the servants said, bowing his head.

"‘Payment’?" Cora repeated in confusion, glancing at the covered cart as one of the other servants flipped the corner back to show her what they meant. Her mouth went dry as she saw the cart was brimming with gold. "I… I can't possibly—"

"Yes, you can," Loki murmured near her ear. He leaned up before glancing toward the stairway. "My belongings?" he inquired toward the servants.

"They have been left for you to collect," the small one spoke up again, seeming to be the only one willing to address the banished prince. "And only what is necessary may go, so much as you may carry. Those were our instructions to pass along."

Loki regarded them briefly before nodding to himself. "I will return presently," he informed them.

"Your guardian must accompany you," the tallest servant piped up with an edge to his tone.

Loki's eyes narrowed faintly on the servant and he bristled before exhaling slowly and continued walking without turning around, even as he said softly, "Come along, Cora."

Cora frowned, but followed him up the winding stairwell to the next floor, pausing outside his chamber door when he walked inside. She'd intended to wait outside to give him his space, but a sidelong glance from a guard down the hall caused her to grimace and follow him in, shutting the door behind her. "Guard was giving me the eye, sorry," she explained as she leaned against the closed door.

"It is the norm. I don't mind either way," he said simply from across the room as he pulled a leather knapsack from inside an armoire. It looked small, like he'd used it when he was a child and didn't have much else to choose from now. Cora glanced around while she stood there, taking in the green embellishments in the otherwise gold and black room. It made sense; green seemed to be his color of choice and it suited his personality. What really made her feel like this room was his, however, was the desk by the window, overflowing with old books. It struck the right chord like nothing else in the room that was triple the size of her apartment quite managed to do.

She made an effort to not watch what he was doing just in case he wanted some privacy. It was uncertain when he'd be coming here next and she didn't want to encroach on this revisiting, despite not being able to wait outside without being judged by nearby guards. When she heard him coming back across the room, she looked up at him, noting that he now held the pack in his hands and some garments over his arm that he opted not to leave without. He also held what appeared to be a gold helmet with enormous horns under his arm.

"Is that Asgardian couture?" Cora asked lightly. Loki rolled his eyes and swung the helmet around to dangle it by one of its curved horns in his hand, holding it over her head before sliding it into place. It was heavy and hurt her neck a bit, but he seemed to get a kick out of it. "Well? Am I petrifying?"

"Truly," Loki chuckled as the helm slid over Cora's eyes. He plucked it off her head before it could hurt her and nodded for her to get the door so they could leave.

"Pfft, what, not even going to try to ravage me now that we're alone in your room?" she remarked sarcastically as she turned to get the door.

Loki arched a brow, a mischievous gleam hitting his emerald eyes. "Would you like me to?"

"Shush," she smirked, nodding for him to pass through the door first. "Let's go."

"You made the suggestion in the first place," he protested before walking into the hall, the both of them bickering amongst themselves as they went back down the stairway.

"That's it, then?" Steve asked after Cora had explained the whole story of what had happened in Asgard to him after their arrival back to SHIELD headquarters. "He's just going to stay here?"

"Until Odin's off the throne, yeah, I guess," Cora said, a mug of tea in her hands that she was just allowing to steam while she talked. They'd gotten back to headquarters after saying their goodbyes to Heimdall at the gates. Sindri and Brokkr had apparently left a scabbard for the claymore they'd made her with him to give to her, which she had sitting with her bag near her feet. She currently sat on one of the couches in a lounge on the eastern side with Steve, Bruce, and Natasha, waiting for final preparations to be made before she headed out.

Phil had volunteered to sort through the Asgardian gold with a few other knowledgable agents who had an idea of collectible worth, since his own knowledge in that department more or less started and ended with World War II Captain America memorabilia.

She'd given them permission to use the artifacts to make the beginnings of Asgardian exhibits in the American Museum of Natural History and the Smithsonian, while just keeping the majority of gold bars in the cart for them. Those alone would convert into hundreds of thousands at least. She felt sick that she was being given these riches, but she couldn't help but be excited, too; she'd be able to pay off her student loans at last, get amazing care for her grandmother, buy a car that didn't have an arrow embedded permanently in the door, and even get a house without annoying roommates… The possibilities were glorious.

"Isn't that kind of surprising though?" Natasha asked conversationally, pulling Cora out of her thoughts. "From the little bits I'd heard about him, I'd figured he'd have more… Godly wrath, I guess."

"I don't think anyone anticipated him letting Loki off like that… At least as much as he could."

"It's good that he did, I think," Steve ventured bravely after a moment, earning a couple of startled glances from his colleagues. "I get the impression that he's really changed."

"I think he has, too," Cora murmured. She wasn't sure if he'd so much changed as finally found some closure in his past grievances, but it didn't matter. He was figuring himself out and that made her pretty happy for him. The only part she wasn't sure about is how he felt being stuck with her. They'd not talked about that arrangement and she didn't know if this was a blessing to her, but a curse to him. It would make sense if it were, but she tried to not read into it too much. She supposed she'd find out in time.

"Cora?"

She looked toward the door, seeing Loki there with an impatient pinch between his brows. "Agent Coulson has finished converting your funds. He said if you gave him your account information, he would just forward it there." With the way he recited the words, he was fairly certain he was just repeating what Phil had said and had not a clue what it meant. "Is there anything else you must do?"

"I…," Cora paused thoughtfully as she stood up. "I guess not."

It felt odd to be leaving headquarters after all the time she'd spent there on and off by that time and she wasn't quite sure how to react to the departure. When she left the lounge with Loki, Natasha, Steve, and Bruce all accompanied her down to the main floor, where they met Fury and the others at the elevator. Cora walked over to write down her bank account information for Phil, leaving Loki momentarily by himself. He glanced over warily when Fury cleared his throat.

"We thank you for your help during the Ragnarök and, though I can't and won't offer you a position on the Avengers Initiative, I could extend an honorary title your way."

Loki's eyes narrowed a little out of disbelief. "Are you going to hand me a trophy as well?"

Fury sighed and muttered, "Last time I try to be nice to you, you little shit," as Cora rejoined them. "You, however, have my biggest thanks. And we'd love to have you wear the emblem officially."

Cora's eyes widened with surprise and she quickly started to decline. "Oh, I—"

"The benefits are great. We're great. The job's great. You… You probably also need a job, don't you?"

Cora started to argue that she actually had a job, which was what brought her to New York, but she paled when she realized that had been months ago and she'd completely disappeared without notice. The apartment was probably trashed, too, thanks to Lacey. "Oh, dammit…," she murmured despairingly and Loki looked rather alarmed at seeing her become so upset so quickly, something he'd not seen yet.

"Come on, you've already got the uniform," Phil encouraged with his usual smile. "And you've got…a lot to hold you over for a while. But you might want to take a position out of interest, even."

His pause on the terms of her bank balance made her wonder just how much he'd managed to get her for those gold bars, but she asked instead, "Would I be a field agent then?"

"I'd let you pick your spot," Fury said honestly. "Within reason."

Cora smiled a little at that and shrugged. "Sure. I'll look into it."

"We'll find a time to talk it out," Fury confirmed afterward, cracking a slight smile. "Now go home and put your feet up. You've been through hell and back this past year."

"Huh. Wonder whose fault that was," she remarked, grinning when Fury rolled his eyes. "I'll see you guys soon. It's been awesome. Hey, wait, where's Thor?"

"Already back in London," Loki replied with a roll of his eyes. "Supposedly they are planning to move back this way in the near future. At least, that's what he's hoping to convince Jane of."

Cora smiled, rather hoping that he managed to do just that. With one last goodbye, she got into the elevator with Loki and headed down to the parking garage, where they slid into one of the hefty black SUVs and were driven through the city, away from the disrepair until they pulled into the lot of her apartment complex a twenty minute-long drive away. The roads were nearly empty with the week's events and a few lockdowns still in place while SHIELD worked on calming the world down from its state of Ragnarök shock.

They were left standing in front of the sky-high complex and Cora watched the SUV speed away before looking up at Loki instead, her brow creasing thoughtfully. "So…"

"So, indeed," Loki murmured, looking down at her.

Cora hesitated before smiling impishly. "Want to drop off your stuff and get some bagels?"

Loki stared at her lengthily before smiling and placing his helmet under his left arm, freeing up his right to hook around her shoulders and tug her close. He dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead and murmured, "I'm never living that down, am I."

"Nope. I'm hungry though, so follow me," she smirked, taking his hand in hers and towing him along as she set off toward the entrance to the building, keeping in mind one of her favorite bakeries nearby; she was fully intending on a lazy day today, but perhaps a house-shopping/debt-paying day tomorrow, now that she could afford it. It was an ordinary sort of plan, but it felt extraordinary to her and she was incredibly pleased with the prospects. Maybe because she had him along for the ride now. Things just felt right for the first time she could presently remember.

Loki was in much the same state of rightness, though he would die before he admitted it. He watched the woman in front of him, listening to her explain her roommate situation and muse over plans she had, things they needed to do, and it was a mundane sort of existence compared to the future he'd repeatedly set out to gain for himself, but this was oddly so much more satisfying. Not the lifestyle, but just being there with her, specifically. No one else could have made this life appealing to him, he didn't think.

And despite his tumultuous attempts at rebellion and asserting his right to leadership time and time again in the recent past, Loki was more than content to let her lead on, and found himself genuinely happy for the first time in ages to have the privilege of stepping in someone’s shadow, so long as it was hers.

That's all for Worthy! Thank you for reading! x

If you've not yet read the bonus Christmas time chapters I posted as a sort of 'epilogue,' you can find them through my masterlist.

#loki laufeyson #loki x fem!oc #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #thor odinson #thor movies #thor the dark world #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #angst with a happy ending #slow burn

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Hello Ez! I hope you're doing well! Because you're a big brained genius who got me to see how cute Wallace is through your writing. So I have my own request: Reader who's in a relationship with Wallace meeting Lisia for the first time! Gotta get the niece's approval if you're gonna date the water boy. (I keep picturing me and Wallace in the stands at one of her contests cheering for her and holding up signs.)

Of course! Wallace deserves some love too!

This is gonna be easy and fun cause she’s such a fun cheery character.

Dating you has been nothing but a joy, Wallace never thought he’d find someone to have so much fun with, and be able find someone to feel vulnerable and comfortable with.

But the relationship was almost to the year mark.

True he wanted to see if you would stick around long enough, or if you were a right fit.

But now his only worry.

How would his niece like you?

Yes he absolutely talks about you to his older sister when they went out for lunch.

And he was sure to let his niece know as well.

But after a while both wanted to finally meet you.

To meet the person that had someone as collected as Wallace tripping over his own feet.

While his sister hadn’t picked out a time yet, Lisia had.

You’ve never seen Wallace this nervous in all the time you’ve known him. You two sat in a more private part of a small restaurant, sitting in a booth as your boyfriend looked so worried.

“Wallace, it’s okay, you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m sure me an Lisia will get along just fine.”

Those beautiful turquoise eyes look at you with such concern.

You hold his hand and gently kiss the back of it.

“It’s okay, I promise you I will do my best.”

He’s truly grateful for you.

“Uncle Wallace!”

Said man stood up and waved back to his niece, walking out of the booth to greet her.

“It’s so nice to see you again!” The young girl cheers.

Wallace smiles and pats her head “like wise little star!” He looks back to you and gestures.

“This is my partner I was telling you about.”

“Hello Lisia! It’s great to finally meet you.”

She practically beams “you’re the infamous ‘oh sweet dear’ I keep hearing him talk about!? Ah! I’m so excited! Uncle here never stops talking about you!”

“Hey!” Wallace tried to chime in but was ignored.

“He doesn’t stop talking about you either!”

“Dearest!”

You and Lisia giggle as she takes the seat across from you and Wallace slide right by in next to you.

You were taken aback at how excited your lovers niece is.

She talks and rambles about how much Wallace has told her about you and her told her mom.

Which lead to you cooing at the now flustered man.

“What? I love you and wanted to talk about you, is that such a crime?”

It was playful but his bashful expression is a rare one.

“It’s not I’m just so happy you think so highly of me.”

You smile at the gym leader as his expression softens.

“Honestly uncle I don’t see why it took so long to introduce us! Look at how much of a simp you are.”

Wallace looks to Lisia shocked and confused.

“Simp? What on Earth is a simp?”

“Oh sweet Arceus Wallace you aren’t THAT old!”

Wallace feels this is a blessing and a mistake.

He watches you and Lisia get along so easily, bonding so well.

Too well.

Now it’s leading to him being ganged up on.

Lisia is very easy going and just as charismatic as her uncle.

You thought when Wallace left to use the bathroom you’d get the ‘do anything and you die’ talk.

But she look at you contently.

“You know, I’m really happy my uncle met someone genuine…actually I’m happy to finally set work aside to have a life for once.”

You choke on your drink causing her to laugh.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just he’s always put family and work first, me and mom never thought he’d every find a partner.”

You steady your staggered breath and smile at her.

“I’ll be sure to take care of him and treat him well.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You two talk for a while longer before Wallace returns.

“I do apologize but I passed a clock on the way back. You have a contest to get to.” He gestures to Lisia who pouts.

“Yeah I know, and I’m absolutely going to win it! But it’s so nice spending time with you two.”

“Maybe we can have dinner one night with you and your mom?” You offer.

She perks up “really!? Oh that would be great! I’ll ask her tonight.”

She hugs Wallace then surprises you with a hug before waving bye, heading off to her contest.

“So, what do you think?”

“She’s an absolute delight, you’ve definitely had some influence over her, she’s got you spunk.”

Wallace lights up, running a hand through his turquoise hair.

“Oh why yes of course! What kind of brother and uncle would I be if I didn’t help?”

You chuckle at how dramatic he can be.

But you’re happy she likes you.

You totally don’t hear Wallace crying happily after he gets several text messages from Lisia later that night.

You know it’s because he was so worried you two wouldn’t like each other, his sister and niece are the most important people in his life, and with you added to the mix he just wanted everyone to bond.

But if his sister is anything like him, there is nothing to worry about.

Lisia and you bond so well in fact, you two exchange phone numbers by your next meeting, and plan little hang out days.

Over time she practically becomes your niece.

His sister ends up the same way.

You two become quick friends.

You’ve heard horror stories of partners meeting the family, but this was a joy.

They welcomed you and accepted you with open arms.

Always bullying Wallace that they thought he’d never find someone.

Or in Lisia’s case, calling him old.

#long post #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon fanfic #pokemon wallace x reader #pokemon wallace #pokemon oras

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didiersdragon · 2 years

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hello hello, here's a silly little poetic thing i wrote at 3 am about Kai dealing with nya's death, it's called "little love" hope u enjoy <3

(set in post seabound and pre crystallised)

For as long as he remembered, Kai found the crashing waves irritating. The ocean had always been so loud. A cacophony that sent shivers down his spine, as if a ghost were reaching in to steal his soul. He feared the water; a deep blue that showed no mercy in her grasp. It would crash at his feet and give him nightmares of sirens dragging him under into her depths. Visions of what lay beneath where the light never reached haunted him. The ocean, a force that rattled his very soul with a loathsome sense of weakness. The ocean, his very ruin.

Yet, he could never bring himself to hate the ocean.

Why? Because of her.

Even at the mere age of five, she was the epitome of bravery and curiosity. No fear present in her stride, her steps as steady as the waves against the corroding cliffs. Determination set to succeed and explore. No hand could ever bring her down, for she was a girl with a soul strengthened by many warriors before her. One who would become as strong as the seas before her. There would be no creature powerful enough to bring calm to the force of nature named Nya.

He could never hate the ocean, for his little love was her.

She used to run to the waves, ignoring his yells for her to slow down and remain close to him. Her arms wide open as if she were seeing an old friend. No worries ever marred her soft features when she was near the water. It was as if she knew all the secrets that died beneath the waves and she was not afraid to discover more. That despite her brother's folktales of creatures that would drag her to the deep, warnings of the life being stolen from her lungs, she knew the ocean would never harm her.

And maybe she did know. Maybe when she stood with her toes rooted into the wet sand, the waves tickling her knees and the salty air kissing her freckled cheeks, that the ocean loved her. Like all would. Like he did. Maybe the sound of the ocean was not as harsh for her as it was for him. Maybe the sound was euphony to the child's ears, a lullaby that the young voice of her older brother's could never sing well enough. Filling an integral space in their present that had disappeared. Maybe it gave her the hope and happiness that he longed to be able to give her.

And maybe that's why, despite never being fond of the ocean himself, he returned to her after she took back her heart. He sat at the shore and let the waves kiss his sorrows. He let her hold him willingly. He lets her soothe his weary bones and embrace his cries in the salty air he once found chilling. His tears become one with her. And maybe, he prayed to whoever may listen, that his tears would somehow find their way to the other half of his soul. The one he lost beneath the depths in which he never entered. That his tears would provide her the last bit of warmth he held in his heart, so even in the cold depths, she would feel his love. He made sure that, although he made the choice to live, the ocean held his will. That he was simply a man who knew nothing more than to put one foot in front of the other. For his fears have won, but she played the game fairly and he knew when to admit defeat.

So he leaves his soul in her arms and mourns the loss. Mourns his little love.

The sun rises. And the moon hides.

The waves continue her dance. And he will continue his.

i think Kai never liked the ocean because of his aquaphobia but when Nya was always close with the ocean, he hated it a bit less and finally could never hate it at all after Nya became the ocean. He couldn't blame the ocean for what it did to Nya because it was Nya. Maybe when he was younger he would've been harsher but he has matured.

I also believe that although Jay and Nya shared two halves of a heart, Kai and Nya shared a soul.

all of this is up to your interpretation! this was meant to be an opening for a fic i was working on but i got a little too deep into it hehe. also big thanks to artical for betaing <33 whatever y'all get from this little (over 600 words is not little) thing, i would love to hear it :)

#ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang #nya smith #nya jiang #lego ninjago #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #jinx the dragon rambles #terrified to post this but here goes #might put it on ao3 #maybe

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Accidental Confessions.

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

Rated: G

Reader uses She/Her pronouns.

Takes place sometime in season 3 I guess (it doesn’t really matter.)

(Spoiler Free)

Characters: Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Bobbi Morse, Daisy Johnson, Y/n

(All of my oneshots will have a Gn and Fem option, this is the Fem option)

“Bobbi I got the hard drive.” I hissed into my coms as I slammed my elbow into the last assailant's head knocking him clean out. I stood up straight a rolled out my wrist. I’ll have to get Jem’s to look at that when I get back.

“Copy that, get back to Z1 so we can head home. This mission took long because someone is just so slow.” Bobbi spoke with an evident smirk in her voice.

“Since you can’t see me I’m rolling my eyes,” I stated earning a small chuckle from Bobbi.

“You better be careful, I think you’ve been spending too much time with Hunter.”

“Says you! Aren’t you two back together?” I ask while running around the corner to where Z1 was parked and Bobbi was waiting.

“It’s complicated!” Bobbi grumbled.

“I’m sure it is VERY complicated.” I teased

“You’re sure one to talk have you even told D-.”

Bobbi was thankfully cut off by the chirp of her phone ringing.

“Sorry, it’s Fitz gotta take this,” Bobbi says with a slightly annoyed face not really caring to cover the sly smile.

Bobbi’s smile drops, once she answers the phone.

“What do you mean hurt?….. How bad?….. I'll let you talk to her…. umhum…..I’ll zip us back…. ok.” Bobbi passes me the phone.

I hold the phone up to my ear and hear Fitz doing his anxious mumbling.

“Hey, Fitz is everyone ok?” I press making my voice calm in hopes that it will calm Fitz on the other side.

“Yes… well no, not at all, well almost everyone, does that count-“ He mumbled rapidly.

“Fitz, tell me who’s hurt.” I insisted.

“Well, Simmons told me to tell you that…” Fitz paused causing my anxiety to rise. “Well Daisy got hurt, and to hurry back.” he rushed out the last part quieter.

I feel my blood drain from my face and I’m glad that I’m sitting down. I take a deep breath.

“Fitz-“ I tried to keep my voice steady. “What happened.”

“I’m not really sure only that Mack ran in with her. Simmons is doing surgery now. She actually told me to hurry back, she probably needs my help.”

Fitz hung up the phone before I could say another word.

I sat in silence my thoughts too loud and disorganized to even think of what to say.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine,” Bobbi spoke trying to assure me.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep… I know I should have gone with her on her mission, May could have come with you.” I say

“The one thing I can promise you is that I’m getting us back to base as fast I can,” Bobbi said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks, B… what if I messed up, by you know… not telling her. What if I never get to tell her?” I trembled my voice almost breaking at the end.

“Don’t think like that yet we don’t know anything, one of the first things you learn at the academy is; If you’re not there to assess the situation don’t make assumptions,” Bobbi said

“I know..” I said

We both fell quiet as Bobbi knew I wasn’t in the mood to talk. The rest of the flight felt like the longest of my life.

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Z1 slowed and began to hover as Bobbi descended the plane to its landing. I flew to my feet, slamming the hanger door open the second we touched down.

My feet were flying me down The Playground’s hallways pushing people out of my way. I’d have time to apologize to them later, I had no idea how much time Daisy has… My throat felt thick as the lump was becoming harder to ignore. My eyes felt hot with the fresh tears brewing.

‘Compartmentalize you idiot.’ i scold myself as I ran. ‘Panic never helps a situation.’

I flew into The Lab and headed straight for the hospital wing. I quickly ran to the shut room and ripped the door open.

There she was. Alive. The heart monitors a steady confirmation that she was ok. Daisy was hooked up to an IV too. The few scratches she has had been cleaned. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

I slowly lowered myself into the chair beside her bed. She looked so peaceful, that I couldn’t help but reach out and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. My hand lingering a bit too long.

“Hey Das… you really scared me there… I-“ I choked up a bit before continuing. “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me. I don’t know what I would do without you. When we are together I feel like I’m whole. You are my home. My safe place. And I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you… especially before I got to tell you that I lov-“

“Are we talking about love?” Daisy sleepily and groggily mumbled.

“Hey, Das.” I smiled softly at her. “I guess I was..”

“I’m in love with this girl… she’s amazing,” Daisy said looking deep into my eyes.

I felt my heart sink deep into my chest. I felt embarrassment bloom deep within me filling me with a shame and sorrow that I’d never felt before.

“Oh..” was all I could muster.

“You’d love her you know… She’s so tough and she always beats me when we spare though I think it’s because I’m distracted with how beautiful she looks, even when she’s kicking my ass.” Daisy chuckled almost drunkenly. “She so smart too, she can pretty much keep up with FitzSimmons and she always knows what to do. And she’s so sweet, to me at least. She gives me the best hugs where she holds me right and I feel so safe that I never want to leave. She knows everything about me and always listens when I tell one of my stupid stories and when she looks at me it feels like all my troubles fade away and it’s just me and her. And she always puts the people she loves first and I worry about her because sometimes she forgets to look out for herself. I’m just so in love with her that I’m too scared to tell her… what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Daisy ranted with a sloppy love drunk smile on her face.

“I'm sure she does Das but what’s her name?” I asked saying praying with every fibre in me that I wasn’t wrong.

“Her name is Y/n and I know you’d just adore her,” Daisy said grabbing your hand that still laid on the bed beside her.

“Daisy… Can I tell you a secret?” I said barely containing my laugh. What kind of meds did Simmons give her? “I am Y/n, D.”

I stared at her as the realization spread over her face.

“Oh. Well, that was less scary than I thought. Do you Y/n, like me back?” she asked almost shrinking back into her bed afraid of the answer.

“Yes Daisy, I love you more than anything. I was telling you all about it before you woke up but since you didn’t hear me I’d be happy to tell you again.” I said with a smile.

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, the smile giddy and timeless.

“Tell me,” she said in almost a whisper.

“You Daisy Johnson are the love of my life. You are my home, my safe place. I love you more than anything else. I love your smile and your bravery, I love your little stories and how you cuddle up next to me as we binge all our comfort shows, I love how you love and care not just about me but the whole team, I love your heart and your eyes I just get lost in them as I try to guess what you’ll say next. I just love everything about you Daisy. I love you.” I gushed while looking deep into her dark eyes.

My gaze slowly trailing down to her lips. The ones I've imagined kissing so many times.

Daisy reached up to meet me halfway in a chaste kiss. Warmth blossomed in my chest, sparks igniting as Daisy leaned in again this time for a hungrier kiss. The encompassing scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, her slightly calloused hands bushing up against my face to pull me closer.

I could feel her giddy smile against my lips as she broke the kiss. This action alone made my heart soar.

I kissed her on the forehead and tucked her back into the stiff hospital bed.

“You my love need some rest,” I whispered making no move to leave her side.

“Stay with me.” She whispered back.

“Always.”

#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield #agents of shield fanfics #aos #aos fanfic #daisy johnson #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x fem!reader #daisy johnson fluff #fem reader #accidental confession #hurt daisy johnson x reader

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TIMING: last week SETTING: outside sofie's office SUMMARY: sofie still has people trying to find her. zane just wanted to check out some antiques

She was in the little store front she rented in Nightfall Grove, sorting through some pieces for a meeting the following day. The client was from out of town, but they had heard about her through a friend of a friend, as people usually did. This time is was Tiffany lamps. Lucky for the man, Sofie had a few. Lucky for Sofie, they could go for a pretty penny. She was about to lock up and go enjoy the rest of her evening when she heard a noise from the back room. She froze. She was fairly certain she’d locked the back door when she’d come in. She stood silently, listening. There was a clank and a hiss of muttered curses. She bolted for the door.

They’d found her- they must have found her. It has been years and she thought she’d been careful- wasn’t she careful? Apparently not, because as she bolted she heard footsteps chasing behind her. Sofie’s feet pounded against the floor and she took off out the door and started running down the street. She got a few yards before she ran directly into someone. Her mind still racing a mile a minute, she didn’t think as her eyes flared red and her fangs grew. She hissed like a cornered animal, and stumbled to get her footing. “Let me go,” was all she said.

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Talking with the antiquities dealer online had brought up stuff Zane had gone some time without thinking about. He’d never had many possession, even back home with his parents, and all the moving around had never given him a chance to change that. The only things he had from his childhood had been the clothes on his back and the memorabilia currently wrapped in a sock and contained to his pocket. He hadn’t tried to look at it after turning, having packaged it away after some warnings from Alma about the effects on the clan. Now, he wondered why he even clung on to the golden cross, not having worn it for five years and never getting the chance to again. Maybe the antique lady was the perfect person to take it off his hands.

While debating the rashness of this decision, Zane didn’t really have time to prepare for another person barrelling full force into him. It was all he could do to not fall down, hands bracing on the woman’s upper arms to steady the both of them. Red eyes stared back at him and fangs glinted in her mouth and for a moment, Zane’s panic overtook the fact that she was like him. Just out in the wild. Panic heightened as he finally spotted why this strange vampire had been running - someone was chasing her. Was it another person who tracked down vampires? Shit.

His own eyes flashed red as he looked down at the stranger, hands moving away from her at the hissed warning. The one in pursuit seemed to slow for a second, clearly evaluation the situation before he was nearing again, now at a slower, more calculated pace. “Follow me,” Zane said without thinking, wanting to grab at her hand but thinking better off it, as he took off down the street, away from the danger. Hoping that she would follow him.

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Red eyes. They had red eyes, like her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to sob in relief or scream at herself that she was going to get some poor unsuspecting vampire killed with her. A hasty glance over her shoulder told her she didn’t have much time. To make any decisions on how to proceed. It was fight or flight, and Sofie knew in a fight she didn’t stand a chance. If she survived the night she was going to ask Metzli to teach her to properly use a knife.

Sofie didn’t hesitate. She let out a strangled “Okay,” and took off down the street after the stranger, hoping that the hunter fell behind or changed their mind. She glanced over her shoulder every so often, to see if they were still being pursued. She scrambled to keep up, and reached out to hold on to the stranger so she wouldn’t lose them. “I’m so sorry,” she managed as they ran. “-Didn’t mean to get you in a mess too,”

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Zane felt the grip on his sweater sleeve which was comforting. It meant that he was neither alone in running away nor had the woman been turned to dust behind him. This was the first vampire he’d met outside of the clan and he was not going to watch her get turned to dust if he could help it. Maybe she was all alone, didn’t have a clan to look after her and make sure she was okay. Speaking of, at this rate Alma would end up giving Zane a chaperone. These run ins were getting way too frequent. Or maybe he just needed to stop being dumb, who knew.

There was no real plan to this running, the closest place he could think of was the University downtown, which might provide them with enough cover or at least a hiding spot. The words suddenly spoken caught him off guard. Sorry? She hadn't really done much, this was just shit timing. “It’s fine,” came the quick reply as he spared her a glance. She looked genuinely guilty. “As long as we don’t die,” he added as they were still being chased.

“Don’t suppose you have any fighting skills?”

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Sofie gave a weak laugh. “No, obtaining some was on my to do list for the week. I guess I should have bumped it up in my schedule.” Wonderful time to make jokes, Sofie. You’re about to die with this poor stranger, but at least your epitaph can say she laughed in the face of death.

She riffled through her purse for something she could use. Anything. She was beginning to realize just how little her sire had taught her. We are perfectly safe, ma colombe, why would we need to fight? A voice from ages past whispered through her mind. This is why, Seraphine. Sofie thought in reply. This is why.

She pulled out her keychain with the tiny swiss army knife attached and held it up. “It’s worth a shot?”

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Staring at the tiny knife, Zane evaluated their options. They could keep running, sure. But there’s was also two of them and one of him. Vampires were strong and according to what little information he’d gotten from Alma, pretty hard to kill. Not impossible, obviously, given that he’d witnessed a literal execution just days ago. It wasn’t even like they needed to fight him to the death. Just… scare him off.

“It’s definitely worth something,” Zane agreed, shoving over a trash can they ran past in hopes of slowing him down. “Stop on three and charge at him? Maybe if he thinks we can fight him he’ll run off?” As far as plans went, it wasn’t a good one. Running through the whole town, wondering if he had back up on the way, also wasn’t high on that list. He could grab at something in the vicinity, use it to force the man away, not giving him a chance to stake them or whatever it was he planned on doing.

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Sofie watched over her shoulder as the trash can bounced on the side walk, rolling directly into their pursuers path. At least her new companion could keep his head on his shoulders at a time like this. Another glance over her shoulder and she watched the hunter skid to an awkward halt to reroute around the trash and continue his chase.

“It’s as good a plan as any,” Sofie grimaced as she said it. “On three.” She agreed. “One,” God this could go badly. “Two,” if she made it out of this unscathed she was going to invest in security cameras and better locks. “Three!”

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Stomach jolting with anxiety, Zane turned, focus divided between his friend in crisis and the now startled man. The choice of “weapons” wasn’t good but the broken bottle would have to do, snatched up from the sticky ground and immediately held out towards the threat. The man looked more confused than scared, really, which Zane couldn’t blame him for. A small swiss army knife and a broken bottle in the hands of two, clearly very incapable, vampires. What, like Zane was going to tear into his jugular with his teeth? He didn’t even really plan on getting those jagged bottle edges anywhere near the man’s skin if he could help it.

“Back the fuck off.” It was his best attempt at intimidation, a somewhat poor one at that but still. More things to say rattled around his brain, bottle a bit too unsteady in his hand. “There’s two of us now but more on the way,” was what it finally landed on, a bold faced lie but hopefully the intensity of his fear made it sound somewhat believable. He really, really didn’t want this to end in a fight.

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Sofie came to a halt after the word left her mouth. She glanced at her compatriot and his broken bottle. This was either going to go very well for them, or very, very badly. By some miracle she managed not to look surprised at his bluff. No one was coming to help them unless this new vampire had some magical panic button that would have aid on the way. But based on the bottle and the tiny little army knife they had as weapons, that wasn’t very likely.

The hunter skidded to a stop. In the street light Sofie could see them better now. They looked on the young side, and now that they were faced with two vampires who looked ready to bring this to an end, they seemed unsure of themself. They shifted on their feet for a moment, and Sofie took the opportunity to fake a lunge at them. The novice hunter turned and ran, the prospect of more vampires clearly too much for them. She watched as they ran, dumbfounded that it had actually worked. “Thank you,” She said, sounding mystified as she watched them disappear after turning a corner. She finally turned her attention to her new ally. “Thank you. If you hadn’t come up with that, he would have chased me into a corner.”

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Zane stared after the man for a moment too long, muscles still tense with worry as he turned back to the woman. “What? Oh, yeah, no problem. Watch enough movies, you get good at bullshitting, I guess. Good call with the fake out, too.” He watched her for a while, brain finally getting a moment to fully comprehend the situation now that imminent death wasn’t on the agenda. Another vampire, seemingly on her own, and one that hadn’t seemed exactly surprised by the man trying to chase her down and stab her.

Energy swelling up in his limbs now that it had nowhere to go, Zane’s feet were on the move, starting to walk at a considerably slower pace than they’d been traveling just moments before. Getting some more distance between them and the would-be murderer didn’t seem like a bad idea, anyway. “Did you know that guy? Because I saw someone I know get turned into dust by some stranger and he tried to chase me down as well. Is that like… a thing?”

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Sofie drew deep breaths into her lungs, even if she didn’t need them. If nothing else, the motion of it was soothing. She shook her head emphatically at his question. “No, not don’t…. At least I hope I don’t.” If she did know who it was, she would have had a much bigger set of issues. “They must have been trailing me, or noticed I kept off hours- I thought I was being careful enough.”

The second half of his sentence registered in her mind and her face fell. “Oh… oh my goodness I am so sorry.” Her apologies were useless, but what else did she have? “It is ‘a thing’ for us, unfortunately.” She explained. “Our existence isn’t exactly…” Sofie searched for the right word. “Palatable. To some.”

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So it had been a stranger, aware of this woman’s… undeath. Did they have a file somewhere about vampires? How would they even know, Zane hadn’t told anyone outside of his clan so was he on that list now? Had the guy outside the hospital known that he was a vampire and made sure everyone else knew it? Man, he should have told Alma about the encounter with the stranger with the bad knee.

She was apologizing now, for the death of a vampire she hadn’t even known and Zane decided that he liked her. “Right.” It was all he could think to reply. Not palatable. So Zane had a group of people that accepted him now but as a result, his very existence was an offense to others. Excellent… “Guess they skipped that part in the clan introduction,” he added under his breath, finally slowing his walk to meet the stranger’s eyes. “Speaking of, I should probably get back. I’m not a big fighting help but I could walk you to someone from your clan, make sure you get there safe. Oh, uh, Zane. By the way.” He reached out a hand for a lack of a better greeting even though running from death with someone just made him want to hug them.

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Just how new was this vampire Sofie thought to herself, that he doesn’t know about hunters? Or just how lax was his clan on the important details of vampire life? Although she supposed she shouldn’t judge. She knew of hunters when she was still a young creature, but hadn’t accepted the reality of them until years later.

The expression on her face soured for a moment, but settled into something that vaguely resembled a smile. “I’m the only one in my clan around here.” She was the only one in her clan period. “I don’t live too far from here though, just a few blocks away.” Sofie took his hand and shook it. “Sofie, it’s a pleasure.” The discussion of clans had her interest piqued and she couldn’t help but ask. “So what clan are you a part of that they skip the important detail of slayers in the introduction?”

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There was a definite shift in Sofie’s expression as he talked about clans but with the high of surviving death still metaphorically running through his veins, Zane didn’t linger on it. The explanation came, he supposed, in her reply. She was the only one here, which was interesting and also quite sad. Zane couldn’t imagine having to go through everything on his own; getting food, being stuck inside on sunny days, talking to someone about the nagging voice in his head every time he went too long without feeding. “Sorry to hear that.”

Without asking, he had taken on the job of walking her home. As bad as his protection was, at least it had helped her out earlier which was something. The question about his clan made Zane pause, wondering just how hush-hush things were supposed to be. He knew that telling people about town about his newly acquired undeath was a big no but telling other vampires… “I think they’re just trying to ease me in, I guess. They did warn me not to wander about too much but I get restless easy so…” Yeah, it was almost definitely obvious that he’d skipped a whole part of her question but he didn’t know Sofie yet. He liked her, innately trusted her in a way but Alma and the other didn’t feel like his to talk about. “Maybe I should tell them to work on a pamphlet or something. Would probably have made some of this easier. Not that I’m, like, complaining or anything. Just… different, is all.”

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The only answer she provided was a shrug. He was young, or so she assumed. It was best not to scare him with stories like hers when he was just getting started. “It’s alright. You get used to it, I suppose.” Sofie lied. Sofie had never gotten used to it. Not the quiet, not the solitude, not the boredom. Not the little reminders of what she would never get back. None of it.

So when Zane fell in step with her, she was grateful for the companionship. It would be nice to not have to walk home alone. “It’s certainly a change.” She offered a friendly smile, her nerves finally settled. “It takes some time to get used to all of it… How long have you been this way, if you don’t mind my asking?

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Zane nodded along, hoping she was right. That it would start to feel more normal - being able to smell people’s blood, no longer having dreams, not feeling his heart race after a good run, sometimes wondering what it would feel like to actually sink his fangs into something… “Here’s hoping. No turning back, anyway.” Just another of his rash, ill thought out decisions to deal with.

Sofie had a calming effect, he found. Her smile was genuine and it was nice to talk to someone while not having to wonder in the back of your mind what they would taste like. Sure, Zane had that back at the house but at times, he still felt like the new addition. It had been months but for some of the vampires back at the house, it probably seemed like a blip. He was the kid, constantly being reminded about the sun and asked whether or not he’d accidentally eaten someone yet. All jokes, sure, but every one of them chipped away at something unseen. So he hesitated at Sofie’s question, not wanting to get the same patronizing attitude from her, too.

“Not… not long. Which you probably already guessed seeing as I don’t seem to know shit.” He laughed but it fell flat, the condescending undertone reminding him to shove it all back in. No need to overshare with this still-stranger about the most likely unnecessary worries over his new life. “You?”

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A snort of a laugh erupted from Sofie. “Well, it was a hint. But don’t feel bad. I’m well past my three hundredth birthday, and I’m still learning some things.” She was careful to keep her voice low. It didn’t seem like anyone was around to eavesdrop on their little conversation, but since their introductions had been made while on the run from a slayer, Sofie wasn’t about to take any unnecessary risks.

“Though if it helps, I suppose you could look at it this way.” She began, looking over at the younger vampire as they walked along. “You were a human all your life. You existed in that state for many years. Did you have being a human completely figured out? Can you say beyond a shadow of a doubt you knew exactly how you would react in any possible scenario? Do you know for certain exactly how many years you would live for?” She shrugged. “It’s not so different existing like this. Unless you plan to spend your now elongated existence doing scientific studies on how you and others of our kind function, you will still be in the comfortably uncomfortable camp of not having all of the answers.” Sofie cocked her head to the side. “Did that make sense, or have I just confused you more?”

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Three hundred? Zane couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around living out a whole human lifetime, much less three of them. “You don’t look a day over a hundred?” he replied sheepishly, not sure how else to process this information. He knew that Alma, for instance, was definitely older than she looked but he’d never heard a number this big in regards to years actually lived said out loud before. Questions were already bubbling up in his chest but this wasn’t the time.

He listened carefully as Sofie spoke, now fully feeling the weight of three hundred years of knowledge. Zane had gone through more than a few existential crises considering his age but realizing that your life wouldn’t end with the world imploding left a lot of things to think about. It had been a stroke of luck to even find a career that he actually enjoyed, seeing as his twelve year old self hadn’t been wondering about what he wanted to be or do when he grew up.

“Definitely still confused but… comforted, I guess? I don’t know, just… ten years ago I thought I wouldn’t make it to twenty and now I have all this time and no idea if I’m spending it right or even if I made the right choice-” Zane cut himself off, feeling the uncomfortable spiral spinning out of control in his head before he reigned it in. “Sorry. Side effect from almost dying just now, I think. You’re… really nice to talk to. Thank you.”

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A delighted laugh rang out, echoing down the empty street. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She grinned. Sofie knew full well she had surprised him with her age. Most people didn’t think the young woman standing beside them on the street had been around since the time the state they were in was still a colony.

A sympathetic smile unfolded on her face. She could remember back to the start. The memories had grown fuzzy with time, but she still remembered the cyclone of questions that had swirled around in her mind. Time had provided some clarity, but even now she still had questions and what-ifs. She had more what-ifs than anything else in the world.

“You’ll never be entirely sure it was the right choice.” She sighed, patting him gently on the shoulder. “It was the choice you made. From that choice are endless strings of different futures. But you can’t untangle the knots you’ve made on your string. You just have to keep making new choices, making your string longer as you tie it to new choices.” She shook her head, tossing off the melancholy. “Well, so are you. You can talk to me anytime. I’m sure your clan has plenty of answers on the way they do things. But if you ever want an outsider's perspective, you’re always welcome to mine.”

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It was an odd one, this feeling of instant connection with a complete stranger. Zane could count on one hand the number of facts he currently knew about Sofie but it seemed that running from a weapon together made things like facts matter less. It was as if he knew all he needed to at this moment and apparently, so did she. As of right now, she was the only person on earth that knew about his real identity and, however vaguely, his struggles with it. Confiding in someone had been nice. It had never felt right, talking to the rest of his clan about this as they all seemed so comfortable in their skin, so sure in their purpose. Talking about it would have only made Zane feel like more of an outlier than he already did. But Sofie seemed to be some kind of outcast herself.

The gentle shoulder pat was comforting in so many ways and never before had he been so grateful for a situation that made him fear for his life. Not that he’d had that many life threatening situations before but the numbers were really racking up these past few months. “I think an outsider’s perspective will definitely come in handy.” Zane smiled, feeling the last of the night’s panic simmer away in the woman’s presence. The offer seemed like a genuine one and he would definitely be taking her up on it.

#sofiedupont #p:sofie #late night jog #sofie.001 #thread #writing

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mystical-flute · 1 year

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Her Father's Eyes: An Uncharted Waters one-shot

Also on AO3.

Summary: Seto Kaiba stood in a room holding something more precious than any material item: His newborn daughter.

There was a small bundle in his arms.

A small, pink, breathing bundle, with his eyes and what would likely be her mother’s black hair. She bore her grandmother’s name - the one fate had taken much too soon from the world, the catalyst that had led her father to claw his way to the top of everything the world had to offer and more.

And now he had no idea what to do.

He’d cared for babies before, of course, but never completely on his own. His parents had been primary caregivers of Mokuba, and he’d helped his wife care for her niece and nephew when they’d still been little bundles, but doing this on their own for a majority of the time?

But he couldn’t let the façade he’d built up for over a decade crack, not now. Not when his wife was still so unsure about her own parenting capabilities.

He glanced over at the hospital bed, where his wife’s eyes had slipped close, a slow and steady rise and fall of her chest indicating she had finally been able to fall asleep. Good. She needed to recover.

The bundle in his arms shifted, drawing his eyes back down and meeting the curious blue of his daughter.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Your mother has only just fallen asleep.”

She seemed too small, too awkward in his lanky grasp to be real. The midwife who had given her to him had been amused at the great Seto Kaiba fumbling with having to hold his newborn child, and the experience had made him extraordinarily grateful for the many, many NDAs his law division had drawn up for the hospital staff.

Reika had insisted on giving birth in a hospital, and while he had never planned to argue with her about that, Seto had gone to great lengths to ensure her privacy.

He rose to his feet despite the uncharacteristic exhaustion that clung to his body, and moved to the window, glancing between the small gaps in the blinds. No crowds of reporters or well-wishers were to be found. Good.

He opened the blinds just enough so he could see more clearly. It was mid-afternoon now, and in the distance he could see throngs of students having been dismissed from school for the day. The people - ants, really in more ways than one - scurried along the streets, blissfully ignorant of what true work felt like, what true power was like.

“Hinata,” he said quietly, adjusting her in his arms carefully so she was closer to the window, though he knew she had no sense of depth perception yet. “One day, this city will be yours. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you are never hurt by anyone. Especially traitors to our name.”

Hinata, of course, didn’t respond, and simply blinked up at him with her wide, curious gaze, almost as if she already trusted him to be a good father to her.

The only real fatherly experience he remembered had been under Gozaburo, and Seto’s stomach lurched at the thought of treating such a delicate, innocent creature the way Gozaburo had treated him. The collar, the cigars, going a day without food because he’d talked back to him over not wanting his designs to be used for war.

He’d been just shy of twelve when he was adopted, and Gozaburo had held no qualms about using force to get him to comply. Hinata was just a helpless, tiny thing. She couldn’t yet defend herself the way Seto had tried to under Gozaburo.

“She needs to be strong if she’s going to be a Kaiba heir.”

Seto felt his blood run cold and the color drain from his face. He clutched Hinata a little tighter to his chest before he slowly turned to face the voice.

Gozaburo Kaiba sat in one of the guest chairs, a cigar in one hand and looking like he owned the place as he stared Seto down. Though Seto knew it wasn’t possible Gozaburo was here - even if he was still alive, he wouldn’t have made it through the hospital’s front door without someone noticing, let alone into the room itself - the stench of the cigar burned his nostrils.

“She is my daughter, and Reika’s. She will be strong,” he hissed back at the phantom.

“But too strong and you’ll end up like me.”

Seto couldn’t help but press Hinata even further against him, his daughter continuing to blink at him with trust. “How dare you assume I could ever be so cruel that it would drive her to do what I did?”

“You’re a Kaiba , boy. Made strong by my hand. That is the kind of hand you need to raise a strong child.”

“You’re wrong. Genji - ”

Gozaburo laughed, which sent a chill down Seto’s spine. “You’d take parenting advice from a man who abandoned his daughter for a decade?”

He hated that Gozaburo said the dark, unhelpful thought Seto had about his in-laws. Despite his wife’s love for them, and her apparent understanding that they had been blackmailed under threat of Reika’s life, it didn’t mean Seto had to forgive them. They hadn’t seen the six years he had, even if she tried to hide it.

“Takeo - ”

“A politician is hardly any better than I was.”

“Solomon - ”

“Senile, even ten years ago, as you so tried to take advantage of. Face it, I am the best you have when it comes to fatherhood.”

Seto shook his head. Gozaburo had never won against him in the past, and he wasn’t going to let him win now. Not for this. “Then I’ll figure it out myself. I don’t need anyone’s advice on how to raise my daughter. Least of all yours. ”

“Seto?”

He didn’t flinch, staring down his adoptive father and trying not to choke on the cigar smoke. “Go back to sleep, Reika.”

“Seto, he’s not there.”

That had him moving his gaze over to her. She was sitting up in bed, the table lamp illuminating her still-tired features.

Wait, table lamp? When did it become dark enough to need lights on?

He chanced a glance at Gozaburo, finding nothing but the shadows of the table across from Reika’s bed. When he looked down at Hinata, he found her asleep in his arms, oblivious to her father’s insane ranting to a ghost.

“You still need to go back to sleep,” Seto said as he laid Hinata back in the bassinet. “You had a long day.”

“I’ve been asleep for four hours. You haven’t slept since we got here. Besides, Roland texted me to tell me they’re bringing my dinner soon and I’m starving.”

Seto frowned and took a seat on the edge of Reika’s bed. “Fine, but I’m not going to sleep until I know you’ve eaten.”

She sighed. “Fine.” A brief moment of silence, before she reached for his hand, her thumb running along the back of it. “You’ll never be him. If I thought you were going to be, I never would have agreed to marry you, let alone have a child with you.”

A small smile graced his features “Some people think you’re nuts for doing that regardless.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to prove them all wrong, huh?”

He smirked. “We’re Kaibas. We always do.”

#yugioh #seto kaiba #original female character #seto kaiba x oc

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aspenforest732 · 3 months

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Bello Licentiae Chapter 9: Even Mistakes Can Be Wonderful

Summary:

tw: ableism, quirk elitism, trauma mentions, torture mentions, electroshock 'therapy' mentions, security threat, discrimination, audism, medical bias, grief, loss, deadnaming, death, mourning Second half of provisional licensing exam 'text' JSL Text thoughts

The tension snapped as Midoriya and Katsuki's groups burst into the room. Akira swiftly stood and snapped, ' Consider the second factor helping you get your license. ' They stalked over to their classmates as the room settled back into chatter, although a bit quieter than previously. Looking over the group, they nodded at the lack of serious injuries and turned to lead Kaminari and Hitoshi to their table when Midoriya stopped them.

"Hey, I know we're not on great terms right now, but I wanted your thoughts on a quirk I ran into," Midoriya babbled. "I think Camie has a Stranger quirk, although I'm not sure what its source is. She can turn into other people! Isn't that cool?"

Akira tensed and slid their gaze over Camie, who slunk into the room around the two groups. ' Really? What'd it look like when she shifted? '

Midoriya grinned, "It was almost like she melted going from Uraraka back to herself. The in between was a kind of muddy, person-shaped blob."

Jackpot . Akira nodded thoughtfully, ' Definitely a Stranger quirk then. Possibly secondary Changer depending on her limitations. Could she use Float Girl's quirk? '

"I didn't see her use it, but it's possible she didn't know how," Midoriya descended into muttering. Akira could pick out a few words here and there about applications.

' I'm going to head back with these two. Congrats on passing, ' Akira signed. Kaminari happily described their fight with Seiji while they walked towards the table, and Akira pulled out their phone slightly to type Camie into their prewritten message and send to Aizawa. They startled as Kaminari explained the folding aspect of Seiji's quirk, but perhaps it was a more common manifestation where the kid was from. There were plenty of electrical quirks that functioned similarly to each other.

As they sat down, Akira kept an eye on Camie while checking on Yaoyorozu. ' You should stop there and wait ten minutes before getting solid food. That should give you enough to work with for the second half, ' Akira said as they took the tumbler back.

Hitoshi glared at his phone before showing it to Kaminari and turning to Akira. "So we're going to find out via news now?"

Akira huffed, ' That's not fair and you know it. They gave no notification of the press conference as far as I'm aware, and only their devoted reporters and ones trusted by the Commission were invited. Raven and Murder God know because of the hospital and League. I was planning on telling Mad Banquet shortly before the press conference once I knew when it would be. '

"So," Yaoyorozu started, a hungry glint in her eye, "you're a legacy kid? I never saw you at the galas."

Don't snap. Don't. Snap. Akira took a steadying breath and settled on waving a hand dismissively. ' I was believed to be quirkless until I was thirteen. They wouldn't have mentioned my existence. '

"You got fixed, though. There have been several since then, though," Yaoyorozu said, feigning passivity but eyes burning with curiosity as she leaned forward slightly. "Why-"

' Drop it, ' Akira signed sharply as their gaze hardened. ' I'm not interested in your bullshit teenage politics, and I'm not going to galas full of people who pretend to tolerate each other for ridiculous games. ' The two glared at each other, table waiting with baited breath.

"Hey, did you hear the rumor that a Quirkless is here?" Kaminari rushed on as the focus shifted, "It's pretty cool they want to be a hero, right?"

Yaoyorozu scoffed, "As if the Commission would allow one of them to get that far. They're not even really people at this point."

Akira shot to their feet, knocking their chair backwards with a screech . Kaminari jumped, falling slightly into Hitoshi. ' You're no longer welcome at this table. You're stable, so leave. Any who share that sentiment should leave now. '

"I was just stating facts." Yaoyorozu examined her nails oh so casually, expression almost bored. "It's not like—"

' Enough! ' Akira interrupted and stalked to her side of the table. Silence rippled outward as heads turned their way again. ' Figures that an ableist prick would be quirkist, too. Now get out before I make you. '

Yaoyorozu's face morphed into shock, hands frozen as they got in her space. With a snarl, their capture scarf rose, and she scrambled to her feet. Yaoyorozu brushed imaginary dirt off a few steps away and strode towards the buffet while Akira glared daggers into the back of her head.

Whipping back around, Akira snapped, ' Anyone else? ' Kaminari practically buzzed with curiosity while Hitoshi looked down with a slightly exasperated smile.

Uraraka stared after her friend but shook her head. "That's so weird, she's usually not like that."

"She is though, ribbit," Tsu looked thoughtfully at her girlfriend. "It's just not directed at you."

Uraraka started to protest, but Shouji and the others shut her down before Akira had to. Nearby students turned back to hushed conversations now that the theatrics were over. Capture scarf resettling, Akira's gaze drifted over the room then snapped back to Aizawa and a couple security guards escorting Camie out, who had slinked towards the door during the confrontations.

As they slipped back into their chair, they shot a text to Anka to warn her about Yaoyorozu. ' And yes, Electric Rat, I think it's great that she's going to become a hero. '

"Oh! Did you meet her? What's she like?" Kaminari started to lean towards them but stopped at Hitoshi's hand on their arm.

' Quite nice, very driven as you have to be in that situation, ' Akira found themself smiling a little.

"Does she use support items, ribbit?"

Looking around the table, Akira took note of Shoji's casual interest, Hitoshi's closed-off expression, Kaminari's open curiosity, Tsu's curious head tilt, and Uraraka's hesitant smile. After a moment, they signed, ' I can ask if she'd like to meet you, but don't treat her like a charity case or a museum or zoo exhibit. If you want to ask a question, first think about how you would feel if it was directed at you. If it would feel too personal, weird, or creepy, don't ask it. '

"Do people actually do that?" Uraraka recoiled slightly, expression twisted in hurt. Akira nodded and texted Anka with the offer.

Moments later, she flopped into the seat next to Akira. "Hey there! I'm Anka Fuji or Apex. Akira said you guys were cool with the whole Quirkless thing. What're your names?"

As everyone introduced themselves, Akira scanned each of them for any red flags. They nearly choked at the odd, knowing expression Hitoshi gave them and signed ' What? '

' First names? ' Akira just rolled their eyes and refocused on her.

Anka fielded a few blessedly standard questions, everyone steering clear of anything related to quirks. Until, that is, Kaminari blurted out, "Have you ever thought about forced quirk manifestation?"

Akira's jaw dropped as they stared at Kaminari. They leaned forward slightly to give a "what the fuck" look to Hitoshi, who looked mortified. Akira turned back to Anka, who was looking at them worriedly but otherwise just seemed a bit uncomfortable. Snapping their mouth shut, they signed so the whole table could clearly see. ' I'm going to assume you don't fully understand what that is because I would hope you wouldn't suggest that otherwise. Forced Quirk Manifestation is an extremely traumatic process and should be illegal. Do not ever say something like that to anyone, much less a Quirkless person. '

Kaminari frowned in confusion, eyes darting back and forth on the table as Akira relaxed slightly at the expression. "Sorry, I came across it when looking at the effects of electricity in different parts of the brain. The articles made it sound fast and relatively painless."

' Ah, Shaker or Brute FQM. The timing depends on a number of factors, but... ' Akira took a shuddering breath as phantom shocks coursed through their body. They gently rubbed their arms to help chase away some of the pain before continuing, ' it's always extremely painful and often deadly. '

Anka finally spoke, voice far less enthusiastic than before. "It's usually forced on us as children or happens when we go through something very traumatic. So Akira's right, it's either going to bring up horrible memories of what was done to us or others in our community." She quickly diverted, "Were you looking for information on your own quirk?"

Kaminari launched into the neuroscience behind why he had seizures and how theoretically he could target specific parts of their brain to increase productivity or turn off specific emotions. Hitoshi looked like they wanted to jump in with why that would be too dangerous, but Kaminari was already going into the risk factors and why he wasn't going to try it yet. The yet drew a concerned glance between Akira and Hitoshi, but they silently agreed to talk about it later. Maybe Katsuki or Kirishima can get through to him .

Anka recommended a regulator in their costume to keep the electricity away from his brain. Kaminari grinned broadly and tapped a note into their phone while launching into questions about her gear. Satisfied that the conversation was redirected from sensitive topics, Akira felt a small sense of relief at the text confirmation of Toga's capture from Aizawa. Now she can finally get some help , Akira thought bittersweetly as their heart panged.

"Pardon me," a Shiketsu student covered in hair walked up. "My name is Mora Nagamasa or Chewyee. Have you seen a blonde girl about this height? I'm trying to find my classmate."

Akira nodded and Hitoshi continued to interpret, ' You'll want to speak with security. If you're the class rep, they should be making their way back to explain the situation to you. '

"Is she in trouble? Camie's been acting a bit odd for the past few days, but I didn't think it would become serious enough for security to be involved..." he trailed off as Akira shot off a text to inform Aizawa of the timeline.

' Like I said, security will talk with you— ah, there they are, ' Akira waved security over. ' It's a bit complicated, and they'll explain. '

As the last group of students came in, including the rest of 1-A, the large monitors flickered to life and showed the battlefield they had been competing in crumbling. All the buildings and structures were destroyed to varying degrees, turning the arena into a disaster site.

"We will have you all perform rescue exercises as bystanders in this disaster site." Mera went on to explain the conditions and the paid actors from Help Us Company. Akira frowned, the name ringing a bell as they quickly searched the Quirkless forums for it. They winced at the less than stellar reviews for discrimination and showed it to Anka.

'You should probably pair up with someone in case they try to grade you unfairly,' Akira suggested, mouth pressed into a thin line. 'Although that could risk them accrediting everything to the other.'

"I've got first aid training and experience, so we shouldn't be grouped up," Anka said thoughtfully. She started digging through her bag and paused a few times with nods. "I have some items that would help with stabilization and finding people. Tailman would be a good pair up in both regards."

Akira firmly nodded and brought her over to the martial artist. ' Apex, this is Tailman. Tailman, Apex. Watch out for discrimination with HUC. '

As the room opened up, Mortis took off with their class, drifting over to run with Siren so they could act as an interpreter. Dynamight, Red Riot, Chargebolt, and Alien Queen split off towards the rock formations while the rest of them headed into the city. ' Tentacole, Earphone Jack, and Anima, spread out and inform us where people are located. Twinkling and Sugarman, you're on breaking up pieces of rubble that can't be moved. Tsukuyomi and Cellophane, the three of us should be in different groups for extracting people. Siren, with me. Creati, Shoto, and Uravity, you should focus on supporting unstable structures and moving rubble out of the way. Deku and Ingenium, carefully move people to the first aid station once that's set up. Tailman, Froppy, and Apex, you know what you're doing. '

When Tentacole sent the location of the first few sets of people over the coms, Deku moved to take a kid on the surface while Creati and Sugarman went off towards an elderly man further into the rubble. Mortis, Siren, and Shoto headed towards a larger cluster of victims as Tentacole and Earphone Jack called out more locations over the coms.

The group cautiously entered the partially collapsed building and, with a little more guidance from Tentacole, picked their way through the lobby and to the stairwell where four people were stuck amidst rubble. Eyeing a partially collapsed wall, Mortis checked the width and signed, ' Load bearing. Shoto, slowly reinforce it with ice before we move anything. Keep a flame going to avoid shock. How are you all feeling? Can any of you move right now? '

"Minus points!" one of the adults called out. "You shouldn't need someone else to talk for you. Heroes need to be able to work independently."

Mortis grimaced but pushed on, ' If none of you can move, that's fine. We're going to get you out, just need to make sure nothing's going to fall while we do so. '

"Looks like we're good to move most of this, but Shoto we need more support for this part of the stairs," Siren reported. As he did so, they started checking the victims for concussions. Once they were confident only one of the victims had one, they started moving the rubble with Shoto.

Noticing a spattering of fake blood on one of the pieces, Mortis gestured for Siren to take it while they activated their speaker, "Sir, can you move leg? Any pain?"

The HUC member frowned but said, "I can move it, but it hurts a lot. What if it's broken?"

Mortis carefully examined the leg first without touching it, noting the fake bruising and mock pained gasp as they put light pressure on the area. ' We'll get you to the first aid station once we get everyone out, but it doesn't look like a serious break. Does anything else hurt? ' At his denial, they gently wrapped and splinted his leg to keep it from getting worse. Once the rubble was cleared, the trio confirmed with Tentacole that this was the only group in the building and made their way to the first aid station.

As the group reached the first aid station, Mortis established what care had been done and what they'd observed. The blonde girl in charge easily accepted the new patients and started distributing work among the other two heroes. Just as they were about to move out towards another cluster of victims, a large series of explosions rang out through the stadium. Mortis immediately checked for loose debris, shielding a few people with their clones as another student batted the falling pieces out of the way.

As Mera announced the second phase of the rescue trial, Tentacole announced over coms, "Gang Orca and dozens of villains approaching first aid station. Send backup to that location."

Grand charged forward and set off an earthquake, throwing most of the minions off as Deku froze. Mortis rapidly signed to Siren, ' Try to get Gang Orca. I'll focus on—'

Eyes wide, Mortis rapid-fire multiplied their clones, creating a barrier between the villain's sonic attack as it threw Grand back. Shoto shot out an ice wall and covered the ground further back in ice, trapping the minions or at least delaying them. As more heroes ran up to the station, Mortis directed their clones to start moving the victims away from the fight.

While Gang Orca was distracted by Shoto, they quickly checked Grand's ears and chest, listening for fluid in his lungs. With the kid only paralyzed for now, Mortis wrapped their capture weapon to support his head and neck like they had with Pixie Bob and started half carrying half dragging him away.

As Siren stepped up beside Shoto, Gale Force neared on a personal tornado. Akira felt a few of their clones dispel early, so they carefully had them lower or hold out their victims and released them once another dispelled. They waved over Gale Force and gestured to the next group of victims that needed to be moved. ' The ones in that section have critical injuries that will need extra support to be safely moved. Only take ones you're confident will not be further injured by your winds. '

"No, I should help with the villains," Gale Force scowled, already starting towards the fight.

Mortis stared at him and sharply motioned to the victims. ' Shoto and Siren can handle Gang Orca, and I can provide barriers for minions who slip through. We need more on evacuations right now. '

Shoto traded bursts of flame back and forth with Gang Orca's sonic blasts, using ice to block as Siren tried to goad him into responding. The minions gave up trying to free themselves from his ice field and held up circular weapons, calling them out as cement guns as they rained fire down the street. Mortis rapidly set up a field of clones as Shoto blocked a number of the shots with another ice wall and Gale Force finally started moving the victims. Between the several hierarchy levels and globs of quickly hardening concrete, Mortis was losing clones faster than they could safely make new ones for an effective barrier. Keeping an eye out for stragglers and any slipping through defenses, they took long dregs from their costume stores to keep up with their metabolism.

The faster rescue heroes returned, grabbing another group as Gang Orca tossed Siren aside and grabbed Shoto by the throat. SHIT. Mortis rushed Gang Orca with their clones, warping to start a new hierarchy chain even as the minions rushed forward.

Mortis flinched as a sonic wave tore through their clones, pulsing through their veins as they fought to stay afloat. Seeing Shoto's stiff body in Gang Orca's clawed hand, they fought every nerve in their body screaming to run. Come on , you can see he's not a Wren. Think. It's a cone, so... there!

Mortis warped just in front of Gang Orca, out of the attack. Shooting out their capture weapon, Mortis used the momentum of another warp to slam the villain away from Shoto, his grip loosening and eyes widening slightly in surprise. They darted back as the minions started to rush the area, only to be buffeted back with them as Gale Force rolled heavy winds their way.

Mortis unsteadily swayed to their feet, vision pulsing as they tried to get their bearings. Pain exploded in their left leg, and it buckled as concrete enveloped it. Mortis quickly warped, blinking through the haze as they checked on Siren, who definitely had a concussion. Knowing that would only make his quirk drawback worse, Mortis threw an arm around their shoulders and helped him walk towards where they left Grand.

Mortis bristled as Gale Force seemed to be working against Shoto instead of with him as their quirks that should pair well together instead dispersed each other. They tucked the two out of commission heroes into an alleyway and darted towards the pair, stopping short as Deku whizzed past, green lightning dancing across his skin.

"What are you doing? Dry him out together! Gang Orca probably struggles with hydration because of his quirk," Deku yelled at the two as Mortis extended their crutches to catch themself. Shifting weight off their left leg, they warped to the side as another earthquake broke up the minions. "Mortis, we need a front line to keep the villains back!" Deku called out.

Why is it always that leg. Gritting their teeth against the pain, Mortis warped more clones forward, rapidly building their numbers back up as Shoto and Gale Force boxed off Gang Orca with a wall of fire. The villains hesitated at their boss' containment and started towards him, only to be slammed into by Deku's Shoot Style and Mortis' swarm of clones. Reinforcements soon arrived, and just as Gang Orca burst free from the firenado, Mera announced the end of the test with the successful extraction of the last HUC members.

Akira helped Hitoshi and Shoto to the infirmary, insisting that if they were getting checked out the other two need to as well. The nurse poured dissolving solution on the concrete as he checked over them and a few others for injuries. After a few minutes, Akira could see their leg again and sighed at the large gash and inflamed area where the projectile hit at an odd angle. Gently pressing on the area, Akira signed, ' Either a nondisplaced break or bad fracture. I'll just keep it immobile and let Recovery Girl take a look. '

"You'd be in a lot more pain if it was a break, so don't worry about that," the nurse huffed as he applied a bandage to their cut. "Mild concussion for you, moderate for you two, so you need to be monitored for the next 24 hours. I've got worse injuries to deal with today, so I don't have the energy for your minor ones. Follow up with your doctor, and you'll be fine."

Akira cocked their head and corrected, ' There are a number of factors that go into someone's pain, including how they show it and what their pain tolerance is. I'm fine with your suggestion, but you should be more aware of this when talking with patients. '

Eventually, they made their way to the board, Akira standing a little outside the crowd with Mad Banquet to avoid jostling their leg. Everyone in 1-A except Katsuki and Shoto was on the board, and Akira glared at Yoarashi as he approached and apologized even as Shoto accepted. Anka was fortunately on the board, and the girl shot Akira a grin as their eyes met.

Looking over their results, Akira frowned at the points deducted for not talking, eating during the exam, and several other issues targeting their disabilities. There were a few normal critiques on their first aid and rescue protocol, but it still left a sour feeling in their gut. A 70 wasn't bad, but still. Other students with "undesirable" quirks and Anka received similar discriminatory marks, so Akira told them to report the results to their homeroom teacher.

As the class went to get their provisional license cards, Akira readied themself for the backlash. They stepped up between Fumikage and Koji and ran through their information.

The worker frowned and looked between them and the computer. "You're an Inoue, though. Why are you registering under your cover name?"

Akira sighed, ' My preferred name is Akira Mori. You don't need to know why, and that is my legal name. '

He frowned but entered it after a moment. "Hero name?"

' Umbra Mortis. ' Hearing the keys clack more than necessary, Akira added, ' May I review the information before you print the license? '

He gave them a bored look but shrugged and spun the monitor so they could clearly see "Umbra Mortis Wren." They pressed their lips together and stared at the man before firmly signing, ' Umbra Mortis. Not Umbra Mortis Wren. I am not taking the surname. '

"Don't be ridiculous, every Inoue does," he scoffed.

Akira sucked in a breath and shook their head. ' Not ones who choose to go independent. We're uncommon, but not unheard of, especially in the early years of the Wrens. '

"No one's gone independent in generations," the worker protested and went to turn the monitor back. Akira thrust a hand forward to stop it and leveled him with a steady glare.

' I am. So remove Wren from my hero name. '

"Is there a problem here?" Aizawa drawled, appearing beside them.

"No, sir, your student is just being unreasonable with their name."

' He added "Wren" and refuses to remove it, ' Akira explained.

"I believe they are being perfectly reasonable," Aizawa said, fixing the worker with a hard glare. "Fix their hero name and move on."

"What happened to Camie?" Hitoshi asked as they made their way back to U.A. on the bus. Kaminari echoed the sentiment while the rest of Mad Banquet looked a bit confused.

Akira glanced up at Aizawa, who subtly shook his head. ' She was sick or something, ' they signed vaguely.

Kaminari frowned and cocked his head, "Didn't you say something about security, though?"

Akira shrugged, ' I saw them with her, maybe she needed an escort. ' Fumikage started to say something, but Akira quickly signed ' sensei. ' His eyes narrowed slightly and his feathers ruffled, but he dropped it.

When they got back to Heights Alliance after the few injured students stopped by Recovery Girl, Aizawa stopped the class before they could disperse from the common area. "If you haven't seen the news already, you will soon, so let me make one thing clear." He scanned the tense students with a piercing gaze. "Akira Mori is their preferred name, and you are not to use any variation of Wren or their deadname. They do not owe you an explanation, and if I hear about any of you harassing them, the consequences will be swift."

Their class scattered, and Akira drifted to the kitchen to make hitsumabushi. As they finished setting out their prep, Sato slipped into the kitchen beside them. Akira shifted their ingredients to make more room as he quietly worked, gathering enough for the class.

"Is there something I can include to honor the person you're remembering?" Sato asked while Akira waited for the eel to cook.

They startled slightly and a small smile slipped on their face. Midoriya probably said something. ' Thanks. He liked konbucha, but don't feel like you have to include it. '

"Nonsense, that's easy to incorporate," Sato softly smiled. "Are you making his favorite dish or...?"

Akira shook their head, the smile turning bittersweet. ' We never got something like this, but he liked eel, too. This was the easiest to prep for ahead of time. ' A few minutes later, they put the servings into bowls on a tray and took the elevator to the roof. Akira nudged the access door with their foot and set their tray down in the middle of the roof next to a couple blankets.

Just as they started taking out the fixings, Akira looked down at their phone vibrating with a call from Aizawa. They picked up with video and signed, ' Is something wrong? '

"Mori, why are you on the roof? Are you alright?" Aizawa asked.

Akira straightened as they registered the pattern of his urgent run. ' I'm fine, are you alright? Why are you running? Is there an emergency? ' After a moment, they added, ' I just brought my dinner up here. '

Akira heard him slow as he sighed. "We get an alert when the roof is accessed for the safety of whoever accesses it. Please let me know if you plan to go up there in the future." After a moment, he added, "You're not in trouble. I was just worried."

' Okay, ' Akira signed as they relaxed, understanding washing over them. Although odd that it was directed at them. ' I can stay up here, though? ' At his confirmation, they hung up and resumed the tradition they'd started when they could do little more than set aside a bite of food for him. Like the other children lost to the Inoue forced quirk manifestation process, Minori never got a shrine, and the outside world never knew of his existence. Family members weren't allowed to openly mourn them for fear of the public uncovering a small part of the family secret. There was never even a grave to visit.

As Akira refocused on the rough drawing they'd made of their little brother, they watched night fall and the stars come out. They smiled sadly and told their brother about the constellations he never got to see and the space-themed hero they met. Akira spoke of their time at U.A., with Dabi, and the spark of hope they were cautiously letting grow as more opportunities opened for their plans.

As they finished their last serving, Akira signed, ' Happy Birthday, Minori, ' and headed back inside.

Notes:

today is not the day to mess with Akira lol so I wasn't planning on having a Quirkless oc but Anka just sort of happened. I actually rolled for both Akira and Minori's birthdays, and the latter's ended up being September 2nd. Decided to switch it to the 1st to spice up the exam a bit😊 I got the idea for what Kaminari's talking about from Electric Fool by drowningInWorkButStill on ao3 And we've got the last chapter title that's a Robin Williams quote. Fun fact I made Moss cry on live from the ending :) Me: ok quick lil interlude for Toga's capture then onto the rescue half 1300 words of conversation later... Me: oops

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~☽ Moonstone ☾~ (Five)

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit (This chapter, Teen for graphic violence)

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female character)

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

First Part: Action! Adventure! Blood! Pain! Maybe some foreshadowing???

Second Part: So, @musingsofanauthor had posted the following:

The first time that Y/N realizes that they killed someone because of what they did sends them into a catatonic state for like a whole day, and Khonshu is just like......not sure how to help them? He's never had an avatar react this way before and he doesn't know what to do. He just sort of pokes them with his staff.

Khonshu: *pokes Y/N with his staff* "Hello? Earth to mortal?"

Y/N: *sits there*

And then they randomly come out of it.

Y/N: "Poke me with your staff again and I'll break it and shove it up your godly ass."

And well, it resonated with this story a little too much. So I used it as inspiration (With consent, of course.)

On Ao3| Masterpost for Moonstone

Tagging List: (OH MY FUCKING HELL. You guys have really blown up. I am sorry to those I missed last time! )

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Now, finally, the story!

Purple fire flared out from where Harrow tapped Ammit’s staff against the stone floor. The man’s eyes were closed as he chanted—Steven could barely catch the words, his mind trying to work out what language and what exactly he was saying.

And then Layla and you each had a fistful of his jacket and were dragging him up the stairs.

Ah. Right. Running for their lives. Which seemed reasonable, considering the violet flames, while not burning, caused the stone pillars to crumble to something less than dust, the steel rebar rusting and drifting away as well.

Ammit’s followers blocked their escape, but both women seemed unbothered. Layla was steady, precise and strong as she dodged, blocked, and quickly incapacitated whomever stood in her path. While you swept through your opponents like the gale winds that surrounded them with a snarl on your lips, your stolen knife quickly bloodied with vicious strikes.

Steven knew little about what was going on, but he was uncomfortably aware of how terrified yet aroused he was by both you and Layla as you fought through.

But the mystic flames following them kept him thankfully on track with being just terrified. “Uh, guys? Er, ladies?”

The two turned from their fights, fear flickering over their own expressions as they saw the approaching fire.

You cursed as you slashed a man’s throat, not even watching as he fell before grabbing Steven with the same hand covered in blood and shoving him up the steps. “Run! Get! Now!”

You had barely shoved Layla up, who seemed just as intent on making sure you got up the stairs first leading to a minor squabble, when the flames reached you.

Steven could only watch in horror as you gasped sharply in pain, or so he presumed. He had seen the flames destroy everything it touched. Except you didn’t melt or fall apart like everything else. He saw a flicker of something in your eyes before silver light flared from your chest, pushing back the flames.

You stumbled to your knees, and Steven could barely move before Layla was already helping you back to your feet and then hobble up the stairs.

“Go!” Layla yelled, and that’s all Steven needed.

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You could feel it. Khonshu’s blessing was warmer, far brighter than it had ever been. You could almost believe the mantle of avatar had returned to you, but at the same time, this was different. You focused on the power, seeing if that link to the moon god had been restored and allowed Steven and the other woman, Layla, to guide your body wherever they were going.

But there was nothing but a faint, wispy link, leading seemingly no where. If Khonshu was on the other end, he was silent.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit. Was Harrow right? Had Khonshu left you for another reason?

But if so, why? You had been as powerful as ever, not broken, whatever that meant. Yes, you had been struggling in your life at the time, but that was nothing new. It was the price you had to pay as his avatar, one you had been willing to pay. You had endured it for so many years at that point, figured it had been another low, and soon you would either get used to it, or it would get better.

You had Khonshu, and had your purpose in life. You had been willing to give anything of your mundane life up for him. You still were willing to do whatever for him, so foolishly head over heels and devoted to him.

But had he felt the same? You tried to recall everything from back then. You had known something had shifted in those last few weeks, that he had been drawing away from you, but had thought in retrospect, he was preparing himself to leave.

What if there had been another reason? What if you had done something that caused his feelings to change? To make him no longer feel you were worthy of being his Moon Knight?

What if he had lied, and you really had failed him?

The thought was too painful for you to dwell on. You forced it out of your head and focused on what was going on around.

Which, seeing Layla knelt next to Steven, trying to calmly convince him into donning the suit, just confirming your fear that something was dreadfully wrong. Especially since the gift shopist was crouched in a fetal position, hands covering his head on the verge of a breakdown.

Before you could even think how to help, something banged on the doors. The metal doors rattled, the lock obviously not going to hold for much longer.

Okay. If they couldn’t rely on the moon’s knight, then you’ll make do. You scanned the room and grabbed a metal rod that must have been left over from the scaffolding. It was awkward in your hands, not like your old staff.

But it would work.

The doors suddenly burst open, but it wasn’t Harrow’s goons as you expected. Just an empty doorway.

You couldn’t see anything, but apparently Steven could as he shouted: “Jackal!” frantically.

Ah. Great. Harrow somehow had control over the infamous Death Dog of the underworld. And you had no way to see it, just a foreboding sense of its presence. But you also had no time to think of how to approach the problem when the jackal apparently launched itself at Steven, shoving him through the window.

“Shit,” Laya cursed, which you seconded as you met the other woman at the window, trying to see where Steven landed. Instead, you could see a car dent as the jackal landed, stalking towards a figure in white.

He changed Khonshu’s garb. Not the dark white wrappings of his ceremonial garb, but a pure white suit and ski-like mask. And… he fought as well as you had suspected when you had first thought that he could be Khonshu’s new avatar. “He’s going to get himself killed,” you growled, looking back into the storage room.

You needed to see that damned dog.

“That’s not Marc’s suit,” Layla commented, sounding as confused as you felt. “What the hell is going on?”

“My sentiments exactly,” you agreed, seeing a can of paint and grabbing it, a bad idea forming in your mind. But it was better than no plan. “Also, who the fuck is Marc?”

“He’s Marc. I think. They are similar not to be, but…” she trailed off as she watched you climb onto the fire escape, the wind suddenly whipping up. “What are you doing?”

“Something incredibly stupid,” you admitted as you tossed the paint into the wind, and watched as it splatter both on Steven and the jackal, dying them a bright canary yellow.

“What? Really?” Steven shouted, sounding outraged. Until he saw you climb on the ledge of the guardrail, aiming your make-shift staff. “Oh no. Oh god. What are you doing?!”

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If you didn’t kill yourself, Khonshu swore he was going to kill you for causing him this much terror.

But heavens, you looked so magnificent, so much like your former self. That ache in his chest deepened as he remembered when you were his avenging knight, that familiar expression of determination on your face moments before his mask covered it and you lept.

He used all his power, as weak as it with the worm already calling upon it, to guide your descent and help your aim remain true as you landed.

The jackal moved, preventing you from impaling it between the shoulders as you intended, but the steel rod still sliced through its flesh before clanging against the cement. Followed closely by your knees, your muffled cry of pain barely audible. But to him, it might as well had been a scream, cutting him to his core. So did the hiss as you forced yourself to stand, your teeth gritting together as you turned, facing the jackal covered in paint.

He could see the pain on your face, even if he couldn’t sense it as he once could. But you refused to let that stop you as you threw yourself at the jackal with a roar of rage.

The fight only worsened from there, you and the worm tag-teamed against the jackal, and still obviously failing. The worm didn’t know how to fight, and you were just a silly powerless mortal against a supernatural being that chased and dragged souls back to the underworld.

Or maybe not completely powerless. Khonshu clenched his staff, fear similarly clenching his spirit as he watched as the jackal bite down on your arm, only for its teeth to be blocked by a barrier of silver light. He wondered if you even noticed as you turned and jabbed the being with your staff without hesitating.

But he did. Because that wasn’t his power. At least, not fully. Did his blessing years ago leave you protected in such a way? Or was this the consequences Hathor mentioned when trying to dissuade him from bonding with you all those years ago?

Thankfully Marc finally took control over the body, transforming into his true knight and quickly get the jackal away from innocents. But Khonshu lingered, watching the two women.

Layla approached his beloved, offering a hand before helping the other woman limp away to safety as the rush of the battle faded and you could feel every injury. Both missing the scarab that laid on the pavement, covered by broken glass.

Yet, he could hardly blame the two. Instead, he ached to heal his previous avatar as he followed the two to assure you were safe. He could see the blood seeping from the various wounds you had gained, worried about the ones he couldn’t see or even sense. Mortals were so fragile, a little internal bleeding and…

No. His beloved moonstone was stronger than that. He had to have faith in you, just as he hoped you had faith in him and knew what Harrow implied was nothing but lies.

~☽ O ☾~

Dead. The people you had… killed… were dead. On the news.

Human trafficking ring leaders killed under mysterious circumstances. Witnesses claim a white ghost freed those held captive.

You remembered those faces. Remembered them laughing as they lit up their cigarettes. Remembered jumping from the roof of the building, staff aimed true to piece one man’s skull as you landed, quickly twirling to kick the next. After that, it was a flurry of guns, blood, and everything else that just blurred together.

You thought your violent hallucinations were just that: stuff your mind was coming up with as it tried to deal with stress, unlocking some serious issues you had been unaware of.

But what if Khonshu was right? What if he wasn’t a figment of your demented imagination, but a truly a deity whom you made a pact with? To enact his vengeance in return for saving you from death.

Because you killed those men. And there was no way you could have done it otherwise. Not when they were several hundred miles away.

You were vaguely aware of Khonshu appearing, of him talking about another job, but you were too wrapped up in your mind to really process it. You barely processed him tapping your on the head with the tip of his staff, calling your name instead of ‘small one’ when he loved to annoy you, or ‘ingrate’ as he was fond of doing when irritated.

Heck, you barely saw him when he knelt down in front of you, long limbs folding so he could be on near eye level as you sat in your chair. Your mind was a thousand miles away, remembering every single fight. Every single person you may have actually killed.

You only snapped when he moved to tap you a second time with his staff. Your hand shot out and grasped his staff as you snarled: “I swear that if you poke me with your staff one more time, I’ll snap it in half and shove it up your godly ass.”

You met Khonshu’s empty sockets, trying to win an unwinnable glaring contest. Because surely he was glaring at you for such a reaction. He got irritated at you for much less insolence. He tilted his head slightly, regarding you carefully. “I’d almost like to see you try, small one.”

Ah, so no, he wasn’t angry. He was amused by your threat. Because of course he was.

“I murdered those men,” you snarled, gesturing to the television. “Let’s see if I can murder a god.”

Your throat choked up as your words hit you. You murdered them. There was actual blood on your hands. You had taken their lives and snuffed them out without a second thought.

“Oh god,” you wheezed, dropping your cereal onto the floor and curling into a ball. “I-I killed them; I killed all of them. I’m-I’m a murderer. A mass murderer. A serial killer. Holy fuck.”

“You ended their presence in this world, but they signed their death when they dirtied their hands with the blood of innocents,” Khonshu tried to reassure, or at least that’s what you presumed he was doing. Or maybe he was just stating what he thought was obvious. “You are my fist, my weapon to dole out justice and vengeance on behalf of those who cannot. So do not blame yourself for their deaths, for you are only carrying out my will.”

He held out his hand to you, a silent offering, but you were reluctant to take it, knowing what it meant this time. “But am I really okay just following your blind orders?” you asked instead, staring at the dusty bandages that wrapped around the long fingers of his hand. “I mean, we had this whole debate in class about guilt and blame in the chain of command. It’s complicated and messy, and…”

“That is your human military,” he interjected, softly and surprisingly patient. “I am Khonshu and you are my avatar. I swear to you I will never lead you wrong and your hand shall never fall upon anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”

You were nuts. Certifiably insane. Because you looked into those vacant sockets and felt his truth resonate in your chest. You trusted him. You trusted in him. “Pinky swear?” You held out your pinky instead of accepting his hand, and despite the lack of expression on his face, could tell he was confused.

But he mimicked your gesture and allowed you to wrap your much smaller finger around his.

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Buds After the Frost

This was supposed to be a short warm-up writing exercise yesterday and then it got... longer. Enjoy!!

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The doors opened for Maddie Fenton with a pneumatic hiss. Pressurized nitrogen released, splitting open the vacuum seal on the door as its twin halves slid apart, slotting into the wall-mounted sleeves. The nitrogen misted out, cold and dry, air currents catching in swirls around Maddie Fenton’s lab coat. Her feet thocked against hollow metal, amplified by the coldness and the vastness of the containment room beyond.

She paused short of the specimen’s cell, mindful attention drawn to the panel of controls nested rightmost against the wall. The monitor read out stats, tracked metrics of the specimen’s heartrate and blood oxygenation and blood pressure. Dials beneath the screens offered her means of interaction, manipulating the cage’s environment without needing to tamper with it by hand. She ignored these, as she had been ignoring them the entire time, and paid mind only to the single switch which would seal shut the doors behind her.

She pressed it. Another pneumatic hiss followed, locking out the world behind her. Her breath curled, cold. She and the specimen were alone.

“No coffee this morning?” he asked.

Maddie sat down at the control panel, elbow leaning against the dashboard for support. She turned to the cage. “No. One of the interns broke the pot last night. New one should be delivered today.”

Phantom let out a huff of air. “You mean in this whole gigantic mega-hyper-futuristic government lab, there’s nothing that can stand in as a coffee pot?”

“I wouldn’t stay employed long if I tried using equipment to brew coffee.”

“Use one of the big ectoplasm beakers. Ectoplasm washes out with soap and water. Just suds it up and throw it in the coffee maker. I’m an expert about these things.”

“It’s more about protocol.”

Phantom waved her off. “’Protocol.’ Bureaucracy is standing between you and a delicious cup of ectoplasmic coffee, Dr. Fenton.”

Maddie looked forward now, taking him in. He’d hovered to the front of the cell, translucent reinforced glass separating him from the rest of the lab. Green eyes shined above a cheeky smile, a dusting of loose white hairs falling over his eyes, the rest of his bangs swept slightly to the side. His tailed flickered, his aura pulsed, his vital readings blipped out steady, normal, healthy.

“Phantom?”

“Yeah?”

Maddie paused.

“Why are you still here?”

The ghost boy let out a small guffaw. He motioned his arms around him, hands waving. “I dunno. Maybe the big ghost-proof box I’m in has something to do with it?”

“The shield is down, Phantom,” Maddie answered quietly. She set her eyes to Phantom, investigating. “…I put it down last night. It’s down now. You knew this.”

Phantom took just a moment too long to react, eyebrows arching up. “Oh, huh! Nope I didn’t notice. I mean it’s not like I’m constantly throwing myself at the barrier to electrocute myself so no I just didn’t try getting past it last night so I didn’t notice.”

“Phantom,” Maddie said again, voice measured, words stern. “You saw me crank down the dial that controls the shield.”

“Well I don’t know what all those buttons and dials do.”

“Yes you do. You’ve been observing me since day 1. You knew.”

Phantom kicked back in the air, floating a fraction back and higher. “Well maybe I thought it was a trap, I dunno. Or maybe I just like to get in your head, you know? What unpredictable thing will Phantom do next! Gotta write another 200 equations about ghost theory to figure that one out, Dr. Fenton.”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you not want to leave?”

“Oh I wanna leave.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“We’re having a conversation. That’d be rude.”

“Will you leave as soon as I exit the room?”

“Who knows?”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

Maddie stood. She left her chair and the control panel behind. She walked up to the specimen cage instead. It was cubic, a skeleton of metal bar ribbings with a metal mesh that plastered the glass sides like a membrane. The top anchored to the ceiling, the bottom—raised by about a foot—anchored to a pedestal on the floor. Maddie stared through the mesh into Phantom’s eyes.

“Is there anyone who realizes you’re missing?” she asked.

Phantom chewed on the question. “Nah. Well um, trick question, actually. Probably not. Assuming I do this right, then no one has even realized I’m gone.”

“Do what ‘right’?”

“You know that thing about Clockwork I explained?”

“You said he’s the ghost that controls time and reality.”

“Yeah. SUPER powerful.”

“And you said you …were from one of those other realities.”

Phantom nodded. “Maybe I touched some things in Clockwork’s lair I wasn’t actually allowed to touch. Jury’s still out on whether I’m in trouble for that or not. I’ve been a little too ‘stuck in this reality’ to know if Clockwork is pissed. But yeah, I got um, bopped into your reality instead of mine. So technically my reality is lacking me right now, and yeah there’s people there who’d know I’m missing.”

Phantom flipped upside-down, as though laying on his back. He rested his palms beneath his head, elbows out, suspended in an invisible hammock, head tilted far back so that he still stared at Maddie. “Especially since it’s been, what, a month that I’ve been gone?”

“2 weeks.”

“What? No way. I’ve been here absolutely forever it has to have been at least a month.”

“This is day 14 of your observation, Phantom.”

Phantom blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Anyway. Two weeks is still long enough to have a search party out on my butt. But whether or not that’s happened is up to – it’s kind of a Schrodinger thing. Because here’s my strategy. Assuming Clockwork hasn’t banned me from reality-hopping forever, I can just get him to send me back to my own reality at the precise moment in time I vanished. And then bam, no one ever knows I was gone. And it makes no difference whether I do that today, or next week, or next month. So assuming you eventually let me go, then I’m all set there.”

“You say that almost like you don’t care when it happens.”

“I dunno, more like I’m just not losing sleep over it. It’s not like I have a say in the matter. You do. I don’t.”

“Is the time you spend here just meaningless, to you?”

“I wouldn’t say meaningless. I’m still aging goddammit.”

“You’re a ghost.”

“I’m complex.” Phantom flipped right-side-up again. “If I start growing facial hair, send me back. I’m gonna have some awkward questions to answer if I show up again with a ghost beard suddenly.”

“…And what if I never send you back?” Maddie asked, careful with her words. “How does your plan work if you stay here forever? If I destroy you first?”

“Um. …It doesn’t, I guess.” Phantom set a hand to his chin, thinking. “Yeah um, please don’t do that. I don’t wanna worry my whole family like that.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“What part?”

“That you have a family.”

“I mean. I think that came up in Interrogation Session #3. Consult your notes.”

“I just have a hard time believing you.”

“Because I’m a ghost?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a complex ghost.”

“I know. You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.”

Silence filtered in between them.

“…What is your family like, Phantom?”

Phantom stiffened a fraction, his eyes finding Maddie’s and shifting away. “Oh, you know, family.”

“Do they exist here too?”

“Huh?”

“You’re from another reality, at least you’re claiming you are.”

“I gotta be. The me from this reality died 6 months ago, didn’t he?”

“The you from most realities is dead, Phantom. You’re a ghost.”

“A complex ghost.”

“The you from this reality was destroyed 6 months ago.”

“Which you validated with your own sciencey equipment, right? You said so! So you know I’m not lying. Unless you think I recombobulated myself from being a protoplasmic smear on the sidewalk.” Phantom caught himself, registering the flinch in Maddie’s body. He deflated a bit, eyes averted. “S-sorry. Inconsiderate phrasing.”

“Why?” Maddie asked, tone flat, blunt.

Phantom’s eyes shifted back. “Um. Just. You know. That accident was. There were um, you know—”

“Human causalities.”

Phantom squirmed. “We don’t have to talk about that, you know? No one wants to talk about that. Okay as a ghost I guess ‘talking about how I died’ is sort of a bit more normal, but this is weird yeah, ‘talking about how an alternate-me died permanently’? That’s morbid. No one wants to talk about that.”

“Okay then. You can go back to answering my previous question.”

“Um. I forget.”

“Does your family exist in this reality?”

“Um, well who really knows, you know? I had like a grand total of 20 minutes of freedom in this reality before you captured me, so, don’t ask me like I’m any kind of expert about your reality. What’s it matter?”

“I want to know if there’s anyone in this reality who’s mourning you.”

Phantom’s face schismed with surprise. His front dropped, and the first look of genuine emotion sank into his glowing eyes. “Woah… That’s um, weirdly nice, of you, I guess. Why do you… want to know?”

Maddie said nothing.

“I. Um. I think the answer is no? So don’t um. Worry about that. If you were worried? Which is weird. I’m the enemy, aren’t I? Evil spooky ghost to be studied?”

“I’m not so sure what you are…” Maddie answered. “I heard you got destroyed trying to save them.”

“The um… the human casualties?”

“Yes.”

“I said we don’t have to talk about that.”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Do you know who they were?”

“The… casualties?”

“Yes.”

“Come on we’re on a different topic now.”

“Do you know who they were?”

“I don’t—how’m I supposed to know? I don’t know how I died here, you know? You think I’ve got some kind of like… parallel-universe death vision?”

“So you don’t know?”

“N-no.”

“I have a different question, then.”

“Okay, good, because I haven’t been liking these previous ones.”

“Are you staying just to keep me company?”

Phantom faltered. He looked left, then right, hand scratching at his chin. “I’m staying because I’m in a ghost-proof box.”

“It’s not ghost-proof anymore. The shields are down.”

“I feel like you’re circling around some accusation I’m not smart enough to follow. This feels like entrapment.”

“Then I’ll be more direct.”

“Oh no there is an accusation.”

“I think you do know how you were destroyed in this universe, Phantom.” Maddie took a step forward, and she let her left hand touch the glass, eyes focused on her fingers. “I think you know what happened at the Nasty Burger.”

“That’s—um—the human food… consumption… location… that the local human adolescents meet at, yes?”

Maddie looked up, and she locked Phantom with her stare. He squirmed, and he relented.

“I um…” he continued. “I—yeah—yeah, okay? I know about the Nasty Burger accident. It was supposed to happen to me too in my reality but I—Clockwork—stopped it from happening in my reality.” Phantom glanced left, right, as if staring beyond the confines of his cage. “When I first got knocked into this reality, I went to go find the Fenton portal so I could try to refind Clockwork and fix this and… Well it wasn’t there. And I tried to find some people I know and… I checked out the library in case the Fentons just lived somewhere else and. I um. I found the articles.” His eyes focused on hers again. “They all say you were the only survivor, yeah…?”

“I was sick, that day. It was just a cold. My husband Jack went without me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It took my daughter and my son too.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“And it destroyed you.”

Phantom opened his mouth, but no words followed.

Maddie looked up.

“You knew this. You’ve known this ever since I captured you.” Maddie let her hand slide away from the glass. “Did you let me capture you?”

“Why would I let you capture me?”

“Because you feel sorry for me.”

Phantom’s eyes flickered about, unwilling to meet hers. “…Nah. Nah. I don’t—come on ‘sorry’? I’m a ghost you know? Bane of humanity! We’re enemies. You were just too skilled a hunter and you captured me.”

“And yet you won’t leave.”

Phantom lapsed silent.

“I um… I wasn’t happy to read about—to know the, the thing at the Nasty Burger happened here, okay? That’s something that I kinda didn’t want to believe existed in any reality anymore, but I guess… And if you were still alive. I was… maybe just kind of happy to see you? That you were okay. And still hunting. That was kind of, like a small relief.” Phantom glanced away, back again. “I wasn’t evil, you know. In my reality or this one. I care about what happened to the Fentons…”

“You let me capture you. …And you did it because you thought it would be a nice thing for you to do for me.”

“I Just—I thought maybe, um… I mean when you phrase it like that. I mean what else could cheer up renowned ghost hunter Maddie Fenton quite like a ghost subject to study? Me, especially? The ghost boy or public enemy #1 or whatever. I’m fun, aren’t I?”

Silently, Maddie pushed away from Phantom’s cage. She moved to the control panel, stiff movements and numb fingers. She entered the release code into the console, and unslung the key from her neck to twist into the override, and she threw down each successive lever in the row of four lining the top of the mechanisms.

The scrape of glass sliding away sounded behind her. All four walls of Phantom’s enclosure dropped away, metal mesh sliding away piece-meal. Phantom stared at her, blinking, floating in place.

“You’re free to go, Phantom.”

“I—uh—well hang on, I don’t think the Guys In White would be too happy about that. You can’t just let me—”

“Go, Phantom.”

“They could like, fire you.”

“I don’t care about this job.”

“I—come on, you still wanna study me, don’t you? Chat with me? If you feel bad maybe just get me a couch and some video games for my cage then I’ll be—”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Go home to your family.”

The half-hearted smile dropped from Phantom’s face.

“Come on. You can’t just evict me on such short notice. I’m not ready for Clockwork to kick my ass so soon.”

“Go home.”

“I’m not in any rush! I like talking to you. Don’t you—don’t you like talking to me too? In like a scientific way?”

Maddie lowered herself into the chair by the control panel. She leaned forward, arms pooled in her lap, eyes to the floor. “You have a family to get back to, Phantom.”

“It’s—there’s time travel shenanigans! Like I said they don’t even know I’m gone.”

“Every single day, Phantom,” Maddie looked up, eyes stern, “…I wish every single day that my own family would just come back home. I won’t do the same to you. I won’t do the same to your family.”

Phantom said nothing. A somber acceptance sunk into his eyes.

“They’re… alive, you know. In my dimension.”

Maddie dropped her head, and she blinked away the wetness in her eyes.

“I actually… in my dimension I’m kind of closer to the Fentons than I think the, the Phantom in this dimension was. It’s… complex.”

Maddie said nothing. Silence built between them.

“Jazz is um… Jazz is applying for colleges, y-you know. She got in early-acceptance to Yale but um, we all—they all—visited Columbia last month and I think that’s what she wants the most. I can see Jazz in New York City. I think she’d rock it.”

Maddie blinked again. Tears plicked into her lap.

“…Should I stop?”

“Jack… Tell me about Jack.”

“Oh. Yeah he um… big and goofy as ever. He’s got some kind of eight-armed-octogun he’s working on. I know because I was his target practice, involuntarily by the way. He keeps trying to merge “Fenton” and “octopus” together with mixed results. We—Mo-addie—you… are still trying to talk him out of ‘Fentoctopus’.”

Maddie’s ribcage shuddered, a repressed sob, a repressed laugh.

“And Danny?”

“Danny… um… Danny is...” Phantom’s shoulders fell a little bit. He looked away, and then back at Maddie. “He loves you. I know that.”

Maddie blinked, and blinked again, and her eyes wouldn’t clear.

“And are they happy?”

“They’re happy.”

“Am I happy…?”

“You’re…” Phantom’s tail bounced. “You’re happy, I think. I like to think so. I think you’re very happy. You have a great family.”

Maddie nodded.

“Now go.”

“But I still—”

Maddie reached forward, and she grabbed the ecto-gun propped against the control panel. She lifted it into her shoulder, and flicked the safety, and the charge built along the rising whine.

“Go.”

Phantom balked. He blinked. He kicked away from his wall-less cage. “Not forever. I’ll be back. You won’t be alone here forever.”

He was gone.

And Maddie was alone again.

…

Clockwork surveyed the boy in front of him whose head was bowed nearly to the floor, white bangs trailing along cobblestone, hands clasped, apologies repeated, begging case made.

Clockwork ran a hand along his beard, which unfurled, drew back, undid itself with the shifting of his form to a simple child.

“So let’s see. You have the audacity to break my rules andbeg me to meddle on your behalf in the time stream, all in the same breath? Apologies don’t usually come with additional requests for favors.”

“I know,” Danny’s head dipped lower. “You can punish me however you want for touching the restricted timelines but you have to help it, or let me help this one timeline. Please, please just send me back to the Nasty Burger incident so I can save it.”

“It’s already been saved.”

Danny faltered. He looked up.

“You died at the Nasty Burger incident that night,” Clockwork elaborated, form shifting older. “There is no you to ruin that future. That timeline is safe. It’s a very lucky timeline.”

Danny blinked. “N-no. No that’s not what I mean. Save it like you saved my timeline.”

“That did happen. You’re describing your own timeline.”

“I mean do it to THAT one.”

“You are misunderstanding timelines.”

Danny lapsed silent. Worry bled into his eyes, and Clockwork sighed.

“There is no undoing timelines, Danny. There is only forking them by meddling in the stream. All futures and pasts you witness exist, and do exist, and continue to exist,” Clockwork paused, “with the exception of realities I needed to cull, to prevent utter catastrophe.” His gaze fixed on Danny. “The futures that your evil self destroyed, I did have to cull. And culling a reality is not to be done lightly.”

Clockwork motioned with his staff. “There were a handful of surviving realities that I was able to save. That room you meddled in without my permission—they contain the realities off the main track where, for one reason or another, something else succeeded at destroying your future self. …Your own deaths, in fact. In every one of those realities, Danny, you are dead.”

“I don’t…” Danny shook his head. “So then just tell me how to save that one I was in, okay?”

“Oh, that’s easy.”

“How?”

“You don’t.”

Danny said nothing. Clockwork shifted young.

“You can let it live on in that room, or you could ask me to cull it, Danny. You could ask me to cull every reality in that room, so that the main branch, the one you’re from, is the only reality in existence. So you never have to worry about any existence where your family is unhappy. And it will be that way until you, or I, or someone else, meddles with the timestreams again, and more splits occur.”

Still, Danny said nothing. Clockwork continued.

“Sometimes, a mass culling of realities is healthy for the tree of time, like pruning a plant down to its stalk to survive an unforgiving winter, or a terrible disease. But I did that, just recently, to save all of time from the blight of your future self. It would feel cruel to snip off the first buds that have come after the frost.”

Danny lowered himself to the floor.

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

He nodded. “Okay. Just. I have a different question then.” He looked up, a young devastation wet in his eyes. “Can I still go back and visit that reality, sometimes?”

“No. I cannot give you permission to do that.”

“Please!”

Clockwork spun his staff. A portal swirled into being in the space between him and Danny. Washes of color formed patterns, shapes, objects, images. Like a mirror, it reflected Clockwork’s lair beyond its shimmering surface.

“This is a portal back into your own reality. It is set to the location and the time that you vanished. Go there, and leave through the Fenton portal, and nothing will be amiss.”

“No. No no I won’t. Clockwork you have to let me—”

“I am doing you a favor, Danny, getting you home after you caused more trouble. Do not make further demands of me.” Clockwork curled forward, old, sallow skin sagging, and he turned his back to Danny.

“You have to give me permission—”

“I am the only one who has permission to meddle in realities, Danny. This is an absolute.” Clockwork glanced over his shoulder. “And because this is an absolute, I have no reason to have a lock on the room housing those budding other realities.”

Danny blinked.

“I wonder if anyone might break my rules anyway. I wonder if anyone might be nosy, and enter that room anyway, and water the plants in that greenhouse without my permission.” Clockwork stared forward again.

“Clockwork…”

“Luckily I am the master of all time. I would be able to see this coming. And maybe plan for it. If ever such a person would come into my lair, and meddle in my timelines, and try to spread a bit of his own kindness to the realities he couldn’t quite save, I would be fully prepared to stop him.” Clockwork spoke into the green abyss beyond him. “Unless, maybe, I were to accidentally have my back turned.”

Silence trailed after Clockwork’s words. He kept his back to Danny, staring into the abyss of swirling green ether beyond.

“…Thank you,” Danny answered, quietly. “I’ll be back.”

“I imagine you will. Those realities may get lonely without you.”

When Clockwork glanced back over his shoulder, both Danny and the portal were gone.

#Danny Phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #me: -writes any kind of interaction between Maddie and Phantom where Maddie has captured Phantom-#me: 'haha sick Phantom of Truth reference'#ANYWAY i got really attached to a terrible what-if #please enjoy

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aetheternity · 3 years

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My wifey, my best friend

Synopsis: Draken knew two things in his life for sure. One, that his best friend was a virgin and two, that he had a thing for his best girl. So he decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Disclaimer: Fem reader, Unprotected sex, kinda not really a threesome, Oral sex (m recieving), and voyeurism are all present in this. (Minors dni)

It wasn’t hard to see. Draken’s girl had always been a sight for every man’s eyes. Even before they’d gotten together. She got attention for the way she presented herself, her face, her body and overall just how chill of a person she was. Because while she looked mean (and honestly she could be at times). She was always ready to defend anyone in her squad.

And very often that meant Mikey. Which Draken had always been thankful for seeing as once he had the help he didn’t know how he’d done it by himself for so long. But he didn’t miss how much quicker his girlfriend got violent when it came to Mikey and vise versa. Didn't miss the prolonged smiling between them or the way they were somehow always touching.

Didn’t matter how much she’d deny it when he’d call her out. Her eye roll adorable despite the clear deception behind her words. The flush of her cheeks, dilated pupils and nervous laughter all giving her away. She wasn’t just into Draken.

She was into Mikey too. She just didn’t seem to see what he saw.

At first it had been a bit of a sore subject filling his brain. His girl and his friend had the same feelings for each other? Well he knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, you’d always been such a sappy romantic. Crying over love stories you’d read online and forcing him to watch movies that were far too long for just a stupid kiss at the end.

And he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mikey wasn’t a concern. But every time he saw you two together it seemed as though you’d gotten even closer than the last time. Which eventually became the basis for a plan.

“Hey.” Draken’s braid hung down the back of your couch as he called to you where you stood in the kitchen filling a big bowl with an assortment of chips and popcorn.

“Hey.” You mimic his deep voice with a giggle coming over and setting the bowl in his lap.

“Did you have fun with Mikey today?” He asked pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Yup. Me, Mikey, and Emma had a lovely day out today.” You tossed a kernel of popcorn into your mouth with a snicker.

“Don’t be like that. You know I’m not asking because I'm jealous.” His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in closer brushing stray strands of hair back from your cheeks.

“No no, I know Ken Ken.”

His breath flushed over your cheeks and nose when you met his eyes. You brushed your fingertips up the side of his head to trace his tattoo. His hands meeting your waist, fingers threading over the small of your back while he kissed you. And you returned the affection with every bit of eagerness that flooded your body.

“What do you have going on Saturday?” He asked as he pulled away

Your smile was warm, eyes practically twinkling as you said, “I don’t know whatever you’re doing I guess.”

“You, me, Mikey, Mario Kart.” He suggests

“That sounds so fun.” You place a kernel of popcorn on his tongue before turning to flip on the movie pulled up on the DVD player.

“What is this?” Draken grumbled over the snack in his mouth. His demeanor quickly shifting.

“I told you I was finally gonna show you The Notebook tonight.” You replied and Draken resisted his urge to groan as you cuddled up to his side fishing a couple chips out of the bowl still in his lap.

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Saturday morning Draken had arrived at your house at eleven am. He’d set everything up. You thought Mikey was coming at one but Draken had told him eleven knowing that he probably wouldn’t actually get there till twelve.

He’d helped you carry the bulky consoles and teased you all morning just so he could get you here. Right now at 11:45 am, your ass pressed between his bare thighs, socked feet tickling his bare knees, with your panties hanging off one foot as you worked your body up and down his length. The steady claps of your skin meeting creating a beautiful noise that bounced off the drab paint job in your living room.

His name left your lips with a chorus of pleas. Pleas for his attention to your clit. Pleas for his thrusts to be harder. All greedy and messy while you gripped his shoulders tight for some form of stability.

“Come on Darling, you can do it.” He replies thickly, the fingers he has sinking into the smooth flesh of your back hurt but the tighter it gets the more he’s enjoying it. “You’re doing so well.” He groans

He slips a hand under your tee shirt looking for a better angle. His thighs spread and just for a couple seconds he indulges his good girl a little more. Feeds into your anxious cries as you whine about needing your orgasm so bad. Cock brushing against your cervix while you greedily weep for more.

“Take it then.” He tells you breathily, head tilted back to show off the bob of his adam’s apple. His groans a little deeper as you work him up so close. Cunt squeezing so perfectly around him. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from the accumulation of sweat. “I want you to make yourself cum, Darling.”

Your fingers twist into his shirt at every slam of his hips. Wandering hands drifting up to cup your breasts through your bra before coming back down to your hips.

You clearly can’t hear it. Too lost in bliss but the subtle click of the door opening and closing isn’t lost on Draken at all. He never stops feeding you his cock though. Not as the taps of footsteps get louder, not as the pounding in his chest gets a little harder and not even when Mikey is standing right in front of the two of you.

“Name, Ken ch-”

Mikey freezes and your eyes fly open thrashing around to grab the blanket at the end of the couch to cover your lower half. “Oh my god Mikey!” Mikey stays quiet though his eyes grow dark, lips parted as he stares at the two of you. “Mikey, I thought you weren’t coming till one..” You huff, hand over your forehead and eyelids as you clutch the blanket a little tighter with one hand.

“Are you saying you’re upset that he’s here early?” Two sets of eyes fall on Draken. He has yet to let go of your hips as you sit in his lap still fully seated on his dick with his best friend standing only a couple feet away.

“Not this again Ken..” Your words drift away as the palm of his thumb slips beneath the blanket to slide smoothly over your swollen clit. Surprisingly Mikey doesn’t make a move to leave. Feet seemingly stuck in their current position.

He leans toward your ear though it's still loud enough for Mikey to hear. “Are you trying to tell me you didn’t squeeze my cock when Mikey walked in? Are you saying you don't like his eyes on you while I make you a mess?”

“Wha.. Ke-” A breathy gasp leaves your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mikey finally finds his voice though it lacks the malice he usual manages to possess.

"You might as well stay while we finish. She's almost done."

Draken spreads your thighs with one arm pulling one of your ankles up till it’s resting partially against his shoulder and partially against the back of the couch. Slowly but surely the blanket begins to slip off your lower half exposing you slightly to Mikey. With your other leg resting against his; he thrust into you so deep that it creates a noticeable bulge in your stomach for just a split second.

A couple whimpers flutter off your lips and you try to slightly steady yourself as Draken guides his length into you without even the slightest hesitation. The couch shudders with loud creaks as if it's protesting the rough pace Draken has set never taking his eyes off a still shocked Mikey.

"Have you ever thought of fucking her like this?" Draken asks his voice husky and thick over your moans.

You're almost unabashed in the way you look over to Mikey with tears welling against the corners of your eyes. Thigh tensing with every rough pound of Draken's hips.

"K-ken.." You try only to gasp. It makes Mikey's hand fly to his tee shirt trying his best to cover what was so obviously growing right before you and Draken's eyes.

"I want to watch as Mikey fucks you." Draken finally admits. "Would you want that darling? Want Mikey to pound your pretty pussy like I always do?"

"Mm close.." You cry, lips trembling and wet as you throw your head back. Your fingers twist in Draken's shirt, leg twitching awkwardly by his head.

Mikey's lips hang open. His breathing raspy as your whole body tremors. You lean forward in Draken's grasp pushing him even deeper inside you as you cry over and over, "M' cumming K-ken.."

Draken lets his head fall back against the couch as you milk him while you're trapped in your own euphoria. His dick twitching through the intense groans you pull from his chest. When he's finished he places a gentle hand on your stomach.

"Will you take care of Mikey now?" He lifts your body off of him, placing you next to him.

"You want me to fuck your girlfriend? Have you lost it?" Mikey asks, cheeks stained a bright pink.

"Yeah, I'm giving you permission to show, Name a good time while I watch."

Mikey looks over to you. Slowly but surely you extend your hand to him looking at Draken for any bit of hesitation on his part. He hesitants and then his sandals are clicking against the hardwood as Draken motions for him to get between your legs. Mikey's eyes wide with attention as he stares down at you, hands stiff at his sides.

You look to Draken again who's pulled off his shirt by this point; laying back against the couch to rub his softened cock back to life. "Kiss him." Draken nods to Mikey who's basically stone at this point.

"C-can I?" You sit up pressing your hands to his cheeks immediately delighted by the strands of hair delicately brushing against the knuckles of your fingers.

When you lean into him, he presses forward. Hands reaching for the back of the couch for support. His lips are cold. Not at all what you'd thought they'd be. Hesitant, a little shaky and over all cute.

You couldn't help but trace the shape with your tongue. They were smaller than Draken's that part was obvious and more gentle too as though he was scared he could hurt you from just a small kiss. When you pushed him a little further coaxing his lips apart he conceded for you. With a heavy breath he slid one hand down to your face, Adam's apple bobbing where you could see it through your peripherals.

When your tongue slid into his mouth he took a deep breath cautious as you prodded forward with your tongue. And just as soon you were pulling away.

Draken added pressure to his tip with his thumb before sliding his hand back down his shaft in a smooth motion. "Take her shirt off." He instructed

Not only were Mikey's lips cold but his fingertips were also slightly cold as they slipped under your shirt with shaky hands. When you reached for Mikey's shirt Draken tsked,

"Be careful with him. He's still a virgin."

Mikey gritted his teeth in Draken's direction but ultimately said nothing. Weirdly enough that information broke the tension still present in your shoulders.

"Aw Mikey that's ok." He raised his arms as you slipped his dark blue shirt over his elbows, allowing it to join your already discarded clothes in the growing pile.

Though a part of you was slightly curious about whether or not it was by his own choice. With a bit more confidence now you slid your back up the couch a bit pulling Mikey in by the hem of his shorts. Without a second thought you reached behind your back to discard your bra bringing Mikey's free hands up to massage your breasts.

The little gasp he let out was so endearing, eyes clouded with tenderness and lust. Draken snickered at his end of the couch, "How's it feel to touch boobs for the first time?"

"Shut up." Mikey grunted

With your guidance he gingerly twisted and pulled at your taut nipples earning a sweet gasp as a reward. Meanwhile your hands curved up and down his physique, enamored by the touch his abs had just beneath your finger tips. So rough yet smooth and soft as they expanded and contracted for each of his breaths.

Not wanting to waste a second more you gestured to the band of Mikey's shorts, "Is this ok?" And once he nodded you pulled the string loose letting them fall to the ground with his boxers soon following.

Unsurprisingly he was smaller than Draken but he was thicker than you'd imagined. Pretty in both size and color with a much more rounded tip than Draken.

You looked up to Mikey's face. His attention elsewhere as you wrapped a warm hand around the base of his cock. "It's so pretty." You mumbled with a giggle when that gorgeous pink took full color against his cheeks. "I want to put it in my mouth. Can I?"

The bob of Mikey's Adam's apple didn't go unnoticed by you. The way sweat was already starting to appear on his forehead making you smile as he silently moved his hips closer to your mouth.

The hiss that slipped past his lips when you pressed your tongue to his tip and circled it gathering the precum sliding down was precious. And it dawned on you as if you hadn't remembered before that this was Mikey's first blow job.

The famous Mikey was getting his first right here and now. It pushed you further, you left wet open mouthed kisses all over his shaft before letting every sweet inch of him into your mouth. Delicately and steadily over his shaft till you were kissing his pelvic bone.

Never in all the years you had known Mikey had you ever seen him be so cute. His mouth was open for every panting breath he could muster trying and failing to catch his breath. His cheeks an even deeper pink than before and his eyes shut impossibly tight.

He reached out for the back of the sofa as you slowly pulled your mouth back before edging him all the way down your throat again.

"Oh God.." He choked out

Draken's laugh was boisterous the hand that was on his cock now slapped over his mouth as he tried to contain himself. "Darling you can't see from this angle but his face is perfect." He grins

You know it's bad when the only response Mikey gives to this is a loud gasp. His nails digging into the cushions behind you with a heavy grunt.

Draken leaned forward twisting his fingers into your hair gently to guide your head back and forth a little faster. "You look gorgeous, keep going."

Mikey's whimpers fill your ears and spit trickles over your lips. Your tongue swirling over the prominent veins at the base of his cock as you work him up with just your mouth. Curses flying off his lips at an exponentially higher rate.

"Doesn't she have such an amazing mouth?" Draken groaned hand resuming its earlier work.

Mikey could only hum lost in bliss with each thrust of his hips. He managed to angle himself deeper down your throat, reaching out to card strands of your hair back as well as he pushes his cock as far as it could go.

"Shit.. sh-it I think I'm gonna.."

Draken pulled your lips off surprisingly harshly. Fingers still deep in your hair as he guided your thighs open for Mikey. Cum from Draken's earlier orgasm still stained your thighs as Draken pushed Mikey forward by the small of his back.

The angle was kind of weird, especially for a first time but it did help Mikey align better and slowly but surely he was pushing inside. The fill of his cock pressing inside of you left you feeling a bit dazed and your eyes fluttered close. Nails finding purchase on his shoulder blades.

His forehead soon met yours, hitched breaths from his lips flush against your face. "Shit.." He heaved almost breathless.

"Yeah she'll do that to you." Draken grinned. You couldn't tell if it was your heartbeat or his pounding in your ear but you soon regained enough consciousness to wrap your legs around his waist.

"You ok?" He asked, eyelids fluttering open.

"Yeah. Feels good." You reply with a concentrated breath.

Mikey's hand slammed down against the couch cushion as he slowly began to move sucked in by your warm cunt. Every inch of his dick snug inside you. In a way that was so different from the earlier feeling of your mouth.

"Mikey.." You huffed trying not to lose it completely whenever he bottomed out. He wasn't long enough to touch your cervix but every inch of him was so obviously present inside you. Grazing your walls like they were built just for his cock.

"Angle your hips to the right a little." You could hear Draken's voice. All deep and husky like it always got when he was in the mood.

Mikey did as he was told, adjusting his hips till his dick perfectly pressed into your g-spot. You couldn't help it now your head falling back and your thighs shaking when he thrusted right into that spot.

"God.. f-uck.." Mikey grunted

"You're doing so well.." You mewled brushing his blond hair back where it was starting to stick to his face. "It feels.. s'good.."

Your thighs tensed as he started to speed up a tremble setting in his shoulders. You already knew what that meant. Bringing a hand under his chin to pull his lips into yours. The sounds of both Mikey and Draken settling in your ears as you felt the beginnings of the coil tightening in your stomach.

"Mm gonna cum.." Mikey moaned

The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you had you gripping him like a lifeline and he did the same. His arms wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside your fluttering walls.

"Oh God.." You sighed

His body continued to tremble, eyes far gone as you held his face to look at him. "You ok?" You giggled, still attempting to catch your breath.

"Draken was right about your pussy." Mikey grins

"Oh my God you told the guys?!" You pick up a pillow next to you chucking it at your boyfriend.

"I only told Mikey that part." Draken replies catching the flying projectile. "Hurry up and finish. This shits getting painful."

"Finish?" You're cut off by Mikey slowly pressing all the way back inside you. "You didn't get to cum." He whispers into your ear. His knee slides onto the couch next to you, guiding your hips against his cock.

Your head banging against the cushions behind you with each of his rough thrusts. Breaths short where they're falling off your lips. You don't miss the way Mikey's eyes clench shut, the way his teeth ungrit trying and failing to keep his noises quiet.

Your once messy and now unruly and missmanaged hair slips from the tie you'd once used to hold it. Strands falling over your face and into your eyes and collecting with the sweat present on every inch of your face.

Draken's groan came from the pits of his throat as he squeezed the tip of his cock in his fist. "I'm gonna cum." He warned, warmth spread through your stomach as you watched the tensing of his body soon followed by his thick cum shooting up only to return to earth. Coating his fists in liquid.

His dark eyes shut as he breathed through his orgasm with a deep sigh.

You cursed under your breath issuing your own word of warning as your thighs clenched around Mikey's waist. "Don't stop.." You pleaded, hands heavy on Mikey's shoulders as you pulled his body closer.

"I won't."

The coil in your stomach soon settled as your release coated Mikey's pelvic region slicking his cock as you cried out. A sense of familiarity soon falling over you as you watched the same build of intensity forming in Mikey.

The roll of Mikey's eyes utterly intoxicating as his hips stuttered forward with a breathy moan for the first bit of his orgasm. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his own hair a complete mess as he released deep inside of you completely losing control of his hips.

"Fuck Mikey.."

Mikey finally pulled out leaving his cum to ooze out of your used pussy as Draken stood from the end of the couch, heading for the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" You asked

"We need chips right? For Mario kart?" Draken called

"Yay we're still playing!" Mikey bounces like he's not still completely naked and didn't just finish fucking you.

"Of course we're still playing. That was the whole point of today." Draken replies

"You don't want to shower first?" You gesture to his cum covered chest and thighs.

"Like all together?" Mikey asks

"Nevermind let's just play."

#tokyo revengers smut #mikey x reader smut #draken x reader smut #draken smut #mikey smut #draken x reader x mikey

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Gift.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

husband!draco & dad!draco. switched 😏

y/n just got home from her girl's night out with her friends, she opened the door of her house. her eyes automatically searching for her husband and their child.

she goes upstairs when she didnt found any of their signs downstairs.

then she heard it, laughter coming from her son’s bedroom. she barged in and smiling when she saw her husband and kid playing on the bed.

she approaches them, pulling the two of them into a tight embrace.

draco smiles when she kissed his cheek before placing another kiss on scorpius’s forehead.

“how is your day?” she asked ruffling her little boy’s hair.

“it’s really fun mommy! daddy and I have been playing for a whole day!” scorpius clapped his hands cheerfully.

“yeah? tell me what is it that you played together?”

“we’ve been practicing magic and i grew some flowers in the garden mommy i’m sure you’d love it!” scorp replies making draco chuckles at his boy’s bubbly side.

“that’s great baby, i’ll see it tomorrow theyre must be really pretty” y/n said tickling her son making him squirming and laughed.

“and how about you, love? did you have fun today?” draco asked making both of them stopped and she smiles at him.

“we had so much fun bubs, do you know that pansy just found out that she is pregnant?”

“what? really? wow that’s good news to hear, can’t believe blaise is going to be a dad!” he replies with the same energy. he grins at the thought of blaise finally having his dad moments for the first time.

“draco you’re a dad too..” three of them laughed at her comments.

y/n stood straightly and stretched her back before leaning into draco whispering something into his ear.

“you better put scorpius to sleep soon. i cant wait to call you daddy tonight.” she smirks seeing him gulped and his face heated.

his eyes instantly dropped to scorpius who was still sitting on the bed innocently.

she walked out of scorpius’s room going to their bathroom wanting to take a shower.

>>>>>

few minutes passed, she came out from the shower, she smirked when an idea come to her mind. she put on a red lingerie that she knew draco loved so much.

a little gift for him might make his day better.

she stares at her reflection in the mirror, twirling around to admire the lingerie that hugged her body perfectly.

she has been craving for some touches since last week, but they have been busy with taking care of scorpius. so now would be a perfect time.

she sits in the middle of the bed, crossing her legs waiting for draco to come to their room.

her head snapped to the direction when she heard the door clicking and her huband stepped in, his eyes turned dark as he saw her.

“is he asleep?” draco nodded at her question, he walked slowly to her, his eyes scanning her body making her smirk get wider.

“good.”

“now enjoy my little show mr. malfoy” she continues, standing up and turned him around, pushing him onto the bed.

she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and quickly casted a silencing spell.

she looks at flustered draco keeping their eye contact, playing with her wand twirling it around her hair and shot him a wink making him shifted uncomfortably.

she put the wand back. her hand slowly tracing down to her body and draco’s eyes follow every movements she made.

y/n chuckles before letting her hand goes to her back and unclasping her bra, showing her tits full out in display for him.

she throws her bra at him and it landed on his crotch, he quickly grabbed it and sniffing it humming at the scent.

draco was still propped on his elbows enjoying the show his wife give to him, his eyes never leaving her body.

y/n played with the string of her panties in her fingers before taking it off slowly, showing him her bare cunt. and her panties dropped to her feet, she pretended to gasped and look him straightly in the eyes.

“oops..”

draco’s breath got caught in his throat, he wanted nothing more than to touch her but he also wanted to enjoy the show.

“fuck baby you’re a goddess..” he moaned softly, his eyes looking up at her face before going down again.

“thank you daddy” he choked out on air when she said that making her chuckle.

she hopped on his lap and straddling him, catching his lips on her, kissing him eagerly, her hands quickly making her way to the bottom of his shirt taking it off.

“daddy you’re so hot..” her kisses trailed down to his neck, leaving a few marks on it.

their bodies pressed together leaving no gap, she grinded on him making him groaned. he pulls her back for a hungry kiss his hands roaming around her body and he moans softly into the kiss when he feels her nipples rubbing his.

“fuck.. ride me mommy” she moaned at the nickname, her hands pulling down his sweatpants he helped her by kicking it off throwing it somewhere making her giggle.

she pushed his hard cock up straightly to his lower stomach and she grinding her cunt on it, petting him.

“mommy.. please..” he moans out loud at the friction, his hands squeezing her ass.

she lifts up her body lining his tip up on her entrance to lubricating both of them before sinking down on his cock, he stretched her out deliciously as her walls instantly accomodating him.

they were moaning each other at the feeling of finally being connected.

“god y/n.. you wrapped my cock so tight baby” he let her fully have the control as she bouncing up and down on his cock, her hands gripping tightly on his shoulder to steady herself.

“you feel so good inside me daddy” she bouncing faster on his cock, each time his cock somehow gets deeper inside her showing a bulge in her stomach.

“damn baby look at how deep daddy in you”

she moans when she looked at her stomach. his hand touching the bulge in her stomach pressing it softly turning both of them into a moaning mess.

“i’m close daddy..” he guided her hips to bounce faster while meeting her thrusts upwards, one of his hand rubbing her clit circling his thumb on it making her going crazy.

“cum for daddy” she collapsed on his body legs spasming as her high hit her body, her juices soaking his cock. draco followed behind at the feeling of her walls squeezing him tight.

and when y/n thought they were done, draco flipped their body so he was on top now without pulling out of her. he thrusting into her right away making her gripped the sheets.

“you dont think i’m done with you, right?” he snapped his hips harder making her body bouncing in front of him. the headboard hitting the walls over and over again.

y/n shakes her head ‘no’ to answer him. he pulls her for a kiss, his fingers twirling her hard nipple.

“good. because i’m not stopping until you filled up with my cum, i’m gonna give you so much cum until you give me another baby”

“yes! yes daddy please fuck me until i’m full with your cum..”

he wrapped one of her legs on his shoulder making him going deeper on her, his balls slapping up against her ass making loud clapping sounds filling the room.

“god.. babygirl i will never get tired of pounding into your tight pussy, it feels so good i dont wanna pull out”

y/n screamed his name louder when he hit her spot again, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in her stomach tightened and her vision went blurry.

draco noticed and pulls her by her throat reconnecting their lips. he broke the kiss pressing their foreheads.

“look at daddy when you’re gonna fall apart on his cock, babygirl” she moans louder keeping their eye contact like he said, her lips quievered as he circled her clit.

“i’m gonna cum daddy! oh fuck.. yes draco!” she let her second orgasm washed over her body, it feels so good that it sending her to the cloud nine.

“oh god.. you squirted on daddy’s cock, babygirl”

he groans louder at the feeling of her walls pulsing and clenching him so tight, his thrusts getting sloppier as his high approaching him.

“fuck fuck.. take all of me y/n!”

he gives her one final thrust before letting himself exploding all of his cum inside her, filling her womb full like he promised. his moan get louder when he feels he’s still shooting his cum into her non stop.

his body shaking so hard that he collapsed on top of his wife hugging her, burying his face onto the crook of her neck.

y/n moaned feeling so full, he lazily ride out their highs making no move to pull out.

she stroked his blonde hair softly, sweats running onto both of their body. they were still catching their breaths.

“oh my god y/n.. that was so amazing” draco said between his breaths as he rolled to the side, wrapping her in his arms.

“yes dray.. that was the best” she kissed him one more time before he gets up walking shakily to the bathroom.

he comes back wrapping y/n in bridal style carrying her to the bathroom and placing her in the warm tub before joining behind her.

“thank you for letting me went out earlier and taking care of scorpius, dray..” she looks over her shoulder, her hands playing with the bubbles.

draco captured her lips on his, his hands messaging her shoulder softly. he pulls away to answer her.

“no need to thank me, love. it was my duty too as your husband and a father.”

she chuckles splashing the water onto his face making he joined her laughter.

“i love you dray.”

“i love you more y/n.”

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a/n : i once again dedicated this to @angelic-bitxh because of a deal we made for ghost pics 💀

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