#i swear i should be asleep but here i am wanting to give this lunatic a kingdom

[regalentempire-a]

Went to read art is life and my heart. Ah. Reading again of his past. Being constantly hurt/tortured mentally and physcially that fueled his anger. Blinded by rage as his father (who gave no shit about him.) And the god warrior.

Because I wanna have him strive to overthrow those in his way to take what is his. Whether it be friend or foe, he will do whatever it takes. Using many as pawns as his plans slowly set forth. But patience is not a thing for him.

He believes that he deserves a kingdom that should have been his long ago. Trying time and time again to have people worship him and feed him. Having followers to give him sacrifices.

Even though he was told to wait for his time to come. He merely laughs at them for it. Seeing that there is no need for him to stay in the dark and watch idiots lead Noxus. Not caring if someone knew of his past. It doesn't matter to him when he had the power that can force people to their knees.

#⟬ OOC. ⟭ ⤞ chu chu. #i swear i should be asleep but here i am wanting to give this lunatic a kingdom #⟬ HC. ⟭ ⤞ I never keep my guests waiting. #it was supposes to be an ooc post but here i rambled and not make any sense at all #it is the life of someone he really needs to sleep..... #id say more but i need to study more with a clear heas #head*

[unsupervisedpanda]

Loki x reader

Live action

"Tony!" You yelled as you stormed into the living room.

    "Some guy is here! A tall one with black hair?" You heard the man scoff behind you but ignored him.

   Tony entered the room and glared at the male who was now standing next you.

   "Loki." Tony greeted coldly.

  "Tony." The man, Loki, replied.

  "Y/n." You huffed pointing at yourself.

   Tony turned to you apologetically.

"Sorry I didn't tell you we were having a guest. He's here on house arrest." Tony explained gesturing at the man.

   "Right. Okay, but Tony we've talked about this. I work for your team and I need to stay informed." You sighed stepping towards him to straighten his collar.

    "I know y/n but to be fair he's not very memorable!" Tony defended and you glared at him.

    Tugging harshly on his collar you yanked him down so he was eye to eye with you.

   "I don't care how memorable he is. I expect you to tell me these things and to be professional." Tony gulped but nodded.

    "Right. Gotcha." He choked out and you released his collar.

   Turning around you faced your guest, Loki. You'd heard about him before, none of it good. However you'd give him the benefit of the doubt. He was from Asgard and the brother of Thor. Those were the only things you knew for sure. Everything else you'd have to learn from him. Facing him you introduced yourself.

    "Hello Loki. I am y/n l/n of Midgard as I've heard Thor refer to it." You held out your hand to him.

Eyeing you warily he held his hand out as well but Tony yanked you back.

   "Your gloves." He warned you and you blinked. You totally forgot.

   "Oh. Right." You shook your head pulling a pair of gloves out.

    Why the gloves? Because you had the ability of reading emotions through touch. Skin to skin contact gave you a rush of emotions from that person. Good or bad whatever they were feeling you felt it just as much as they did.

    Tugging them on you reached out again.

   "Sorry about that. I didn't want to read your emotions without your consent." You explained nodding to the gloves.

   Loki seemed surprised but took your hand, shaking it.

   "Noted. I am Loki of Asgard." He introduced bowing slightly.

   You quirked a brow at that in amusement and smiled.

   "Nice to meet you. I'll set up a room for you as soon as possible but until then you may stay on my floor if you so choose. Although I'm sure Thor would be more than pleased to have you stay with him." You informed him easily.

   He winced at the mention of his brother but nodded.

   "I may take you up on that offer." He smirked and Tony snarled behind you.

   "Y/n I really don't think-" you turned to glare at your boss.

   "Tony. I believe it's in your best interest to stop before you begin. This could've been avoided had you actually told me what was going on but you didn't. That being said unless Loki chooses otherwise, he will stay with me." You crossed your arms and raised a brow, daring Tony to challenge you.

    The male frowned but just grumbled as he walked away. Smirking you turned to the god.

    "Okay. Now that we've taken care of that. Would you like to stay with me or your brother?" You inquired smiling.

   "You, if the offer still stands. My brother can be overbearing." Loki grimaced.

   "Of course. Follow me." You chirped walking over to the elevator.

    "We're on floor 8(first initial). It stands for what floor level it is and who it belongs to. When we get you set up I think you'll be either floor 9 or 6. Unless you choose to stay on my floor which you're more than welcome to do." You grinned at him before the elevator doors slid open and FRIDAY told you you'd arrived.

   Stepping out you led Loki through your living room and into the guest room.

    "You can stay here for now. You'll have your own bathroom, too. We can get you a different comforter set later but until then I hope you don't mind the (f/c) set." You blushed lightly before entering the room yourself and straightening it up.

    "I'll be right across the hall if you need anything. I'll set up a passcode to my floor that only you and I know until the others calm down. I'm sure they're not thrilled you're here. That way they won't bother you." You told him as you breezed past him into the kitchen.

    "Everything in here is open to you if you want it: coffee, tea, juice. I've got a lot." You opened the fridge to prove the point.

    Fifteen minutes later you'd finished showing him around so you led him to the couch.

    He'd kept a straight face for most of the tour so when you were done you bit your lip.

   "If there's anything you need just let me know. The others may be a bit harsh but they mean well most of the time." You laughed nervously as you flopped onto the couch yourself. Pulling a pillow to your chest, you hugged it before letting out a sigh.

   "Okie dokie. I have to get back to work, make sure the others didn't burn down the main floor. You can lounge around here until you feel comfortable enough to leave. If you need me just tell FRIDAY. He'll let me know." Standing up you left to check on the others.

   Tony had probably already told them and they were probably planning an ambush on your apartment at this very moment.

    Stepping into the elevator you spoke.

   "FRIDAY I'd like to set up a security measure. No one but me and Loki can enter the apartment or floor without exclusive permission. Understand?"

    "Yes miss l/n. Security measure is now in place." The robotic voice responded.

  Nodding the doors opened with a ding.

    Stepping into the main area you noticed everyone in the living room, tension spilling into the halls.

    "You let him come here!? After everything that happened in New York!" You heard Nat yell.

    "I didn't have much of a choice!" Tony groaned.

    "He won't do any harm! He's here in peace!" Thor reassured miserably.

   "Well he should leave in pieces!" Clint grumbled.

    Steve was silent as he sat on the couch with his arms crossed, Bucky beside him.

   Bruce was about to intervene but you clapped loudly to get their attention.

   "Hello my fellow colleagues and friends. How about we play nice and not threaten our guest!" You chirped a little to sweetly.

   Everyone faced you but Nat stood up first.

   "Are you crazy y/n!? Letting that lunatic stay in your apartment!" She growled as she glared you down.

    Glaring back at her you crossed your arms.

    "Yes. I am crazy. We've been through this time and time again and I go to therapy once every two weeks for what you call crazy." You snarled at her and she took a slight step back.

    The word "crazy" was a touchy word for you. You'd been called many things in your life time. Crazy, a lunatic, a freak, and many other things because of what you could do.

   "Y/n I didn't mean- it's just he's dangerous!" She tried to back pedal but what was done was done.

   "Whatever Nat. Loki," you emphasized his name, "is staying with me. He will be until he decides to leave. You all will treat him like a person or I swear I will destroy you." You warned.

   "Are we clear?" You glanced around the room and jumped when Loki spoke up behind you.

   "I'd prefer to be treated like a god, but a person works too." He smirked.

    "Loki." You greeted nodding at him.

   "Lady Y/n." He greeted back.

Thor's jaw seemed to drop as he glanced between you two.

   Loki respecting a midguardian? It seemed impossible.

   "Look at him acting like he owns the place!" Clint started but stopped when you stepped toward him taking a glove off.

   "Barton. Did I not make myself clear earlier?" You asked stalking closer.

   The male stood up and ran behind the couch.

   "Y/n we can talk about this. Just put the glove back on!" He plead as he glanced at the others for help.

   Not only did you have the ability to read and feel emotions but you could also inflict and resurface them. Clint had been through this treatment before due to his attitude and he hated it.

   "Answer the question." You snapped and he ducked behind Thor.

   "You're clear. Crystal." He promised. He really wished he had his bow and some arrows on him right now.

   "Good." You smiled pulling the glove back on.

    "Now it is Saturday night so I do believe it's a movie night is it not?" You chirped clapping your hands together enthusiastically.

   Everyone nodded not daring to say otherwise. Tony had hired you because you could round everyone up and calm things down.

    "Wonderful. Shall we?" You asked and everyone agreed. Pulling out (f/m) you put it in and hit play.

   You sat next to Loki on the farthest end of the couch due to everyone's apprehensiveness.

    About an hour in you began to nod off. Your head leaned against Loki's shoulder as your hair fell into your face.

   Loki had jumped at the contact but relaxed when he realized he wasn't in danger. He stayed as still as possible as not to wake you up. Another half an hour later and the credits were rolling.

    Glancing down at you Loki lightly removed you from his shoulder, lying you down on the couch. Then he scooped you up to take you upstairs. Maybe this was out of character for him but you'd been kind.

   Once you were in his arms your head lolled into his shoulder. He laughed quietly as he carried you to the elevator.

   "Woah reindeer games. What do you think you're doing?" Tony questioned standing up.

  Loki stopped turning around, and lifting a brow at the man.

   "I'm taking Lady y/n to her room?" Loki raised his brow in confusion.

   "We can take her up." Steve argued but Loki snickered.

   "Go ahead and try." He shrugged passing you to Tony.

   Tony gave him a smug look as he walked to the elevator with you. Five minutes later he returned, you still soundly asleep in his arms.

    "FRIDAY won't let me in." He grumbled.

    "Yes I am aware. I'll take Lady y/n up to bed now." Loki grinned before taking you from Tony.

    "Goodnight." He nodded before walking to the elevator again.

   "Night guys." You yawned waking up just a little.

      Taking you to your room Loki tucked you in after helping you take care of your nightly routine.

    "Night Loki." You slurred sleepily before hugging a pillow into your chest.

     You slept soundly for about 3 hours before you awoke to red flashing and blaring alarms.

    Panicking you flopped out of your bed and onto the floor.

    "Loki!" You yelled as you stumbled into the hall. Loki was running down the hall to your room, stumbling into you as the building shook.

    "What's going on!?" You yelped when glass shattered a floor down.

    "This hasn't happened in 3 months!" You groaned as Loki helped you up.

   As his hand grabbed yours your head went blank for a moment. Loki was scared. He was blaming himself for the attack. He worried that someone from his past was here to hurt him. He was worried about you. He-

    You jumped when Loki pulled on you hand.

   "Are you alright, Lady y/n?" He asked and you glanced up at him.

   "I'm okay. You?" You asked stepping closer to him and pressing your bare hand to his face.

    All of the emotions he was feeling were negative. You urged a calm through your finger tips and felt his shoulders relax.

   Then he tensed up and yanked your hand away from him.

   "We need to go to the others. Find out what all this noise is about." He snapped dropping your hand.

    Swiftly he walked to the elevator and hit a button hoping to make it to the main floor.

   Sliding open the doors granted access and you were on your way. Then you weren't. Something thudded on top of the metal box and the lights flickered.

    You yelped as the elevator bounced and then stumbled into Loki's chest.

   "Sorry." You groaned and then looked up. Whatever was on the roof was walking back and forth trying to figure out how to get in.

    "Got any sneaky tricks up your sleeve?" You asked pushing yourself off of the man.

    "Maybe. Depends on what it is." He shrugged before walking over to the elevator doors.

   He inspected them for a moment before somehow prying them open. From where you stood you couldn't tell how he did it.

    "Open says me." He joked half heartedly.

    Great doors were open. Not so great you were stuck between floors.

    "Up or down?" Loki asked and you glanced at him.

   "Down. We need to get to the others."

    Nodding he crouched down and slid out through the opening, about a foot and a half wide and two feet high.

    He landed gracefully on the, you assumed, 6th floor.

    "Come on out." He called stepping away from the opening.

   Taking a deep breath you crouched to slide out the way he had but shrieked when the elevator bounced again and then the sound of screaming metal filled the small space. Glass rained down around you.

    Shaking the glass out of your hair you looked up and choked on a scream. An arm had punctured the top of the elevator.

    "Shit!" You yelped pushing yourself backwards towards the small exit.

    "Lady y/n what's going on?!" You heard Loki ask but you miscalculated how high you were and fell on your butt.

    "We have to go. Now!" You exclaimed grabbing his sleeve and running for a stair case.

    The man followed you with almost no complaint as you ran to the stairwell.

   "We need to get to the third floor." You huffed as you began to run down the stairs skipping a few at a time.  

    Loki nodded checking behind you every few moments. On the 4th floor you nearly toppled over the railing when you came face to face with a creature of some kind.

    "Holy shit!" You fell backwards and Loki leapt the railing, landing in front of you. Suddenly he had two daggers in his hands as he impaled the critter.

    "Okay thanks!" You breathed out and he held his hand out to you.

   "Try to be more aware of your surroundings." He suggested as he pulled you up.

    You nodded and he took the lead. You followed him to the third floor entrance and he cautiously opened the door. Inside the Avengers were battling it out.

    "We have to get upstairs. Y/n can't defend herself!" You heard Nat snarl as she attacked yet another enemy.

   It was probably stupid on your part but you cupped your hands over your mouth and shouted "I take offense to that!" at her.

   Everything stopped for a moment as everyone turned to face you and Loki face palmed.

    "Ignorant mortal." You heard him grumble.

   Then he swooped you up into his chest and began to 'dance' around your opponents. You yelped when an axe got a little too close.

    When you were beside the others Loki passed you on to Thor.

   "Protect the midguardian." Loki had demanded before looking to you.

"You, stay out of trouble!" He smirked before involving himself to the main battle.

    "I-" you started but cried out when Thor threw you up into the air.

  "Oh my god!" You shrieked as your stomach dropped. You know the feeling. Like going straight down on a roller coaster.

    You met Loki's wide eyes mid air and then you completed the fall straight into Tony's armored arms.

    "I'm going to have a heart attack." You wheezed as you tried to catch your breath.

    Tony laughed at you setting you down.

   "Try to stay out of danger, Chéri petite!" He warned before blasting off into a different direction.

    *Chéri petite should translate to little darling! Or in Google translates case darling little one!*

    You sucked in a breath before taking in your surroundings. No one was going to be able to protect you. Glancing around you noted a decorative sword on the other side of the room, so you sprinted towards it. You yelped when something, someone grabbed you though.

     Swiveling on your heel you turned and saw one of the creatures gripping your thigh. Shrieking you slammed your palm onto it's face and channeled your fear into it. The creature let out a miserable scream as it flinched back letting you go.

    You'd never used your power as a defence before but it did the job. Whipping back around you came face to face with a clone of Loki.

   "Shit!" You yelped and jumped in surprise when it stabbed at you.

    Stumbling back you fell onto your ass again and scrambled behind the couch as the clone threw a dagger at you.

    "Loki what the shit is this!?" You screamed and the man turned in surprise, glowering when he saw the clone.

   Sure he had the same ability but this was no clone of his.

   You let out another cry when the couch was shoved away and 3 of the critters surrounded you. Turning to your team members you smirked, although it looked more like a grimace.

    "Guys! This is not what I had in mind for movie night but talk about live action!" You giggled before turning to your opponents.

   "Give me a minute to hype myself up?" You asked and then yelped when one of the things jumped at you.

   "Or not!" You dodged and slammed your hand onto it's back. Surging an extra dose of terror into it's spine.

    Yelping it wobbled away before collapsing. You'd scared the damn thing to death.

    Turning to the other two you ran at them, sliding underneath the one and grabbing it's ankle.

   This time you channeled anger at the other one through it. Turning to the second the first one attacked it, tearing it apart.

    Breathing heavily you pushed yourself up.

     "Okay two down one to-" you screamed as you slammed into the hard floor, your arm being pinned to your back.

    "That's a neat trick you have there." The voice hissed careful not to make skin to skin contact with you.

    You whimpered trying to see what or who was on top of you. You barely caught sight of the green outfit before the person was knocked off.

    "Hands off." You heard Loki snarl before pulling you up into his chest. Then you yelped in surprise when he pulled you behind him.

   "Didn't I tell you to stay out of danger?" Loki chastised as he held one arm in front of him, a dagger in hand, and the other behind him as he guarded you.

   "Actually you said trouble." You corrected your hands on his back.

    Shaking his head he sized up his clone. It matched him so much he may have thought it was a reflection. Maybe it was.

    "Lady y/n I'm going to ask you to run to Thor. Think you can handle that?" Loki asked as he pulled out another dagger.

   "Probably. Will you be okay?" You inquired.

   He nodded and you bit your lip.

"Okay. Be safe!" You whispered wrapping your arms around his waist and then running off to find Thor.

   Of course that was easier said than done. Several times you'd tripped or gotten attacked by another monster.

   Finally you got sick of everything running at you trying to run you through.

   "Fucking hell, STOP!" You screamed throwing your arms out.

   Everyone froze. Not because you froze them with an unknown ability. Nope. You just froze them with shock.

   You'd pulsed all of your annoyance and fear throughout the whole room.

   With everyone frozen you found Thor and ran to him.

"Don't throw me this time!" You huffed and the God nodded still confused.

Glancing around the room you noted at least thirty enemies left. Taking in your surroundings you ran to the left and grabbed a bow and a quiver from one of the fallen.

Nocking the arrow you pulled the string back, surprised at how in tune the bow seemed to be with you.

Shaking off the surprise you aimed at the closest enemy. Letting the string go the arrow flew and hit the creature in the head. Your eyes widened. You'd been aiming for it's leg.

You grinned and nocked another arrow. Aiming at another you aimed at it's chest and winced when the arrow whizzed past and hit a different target in the leg.

At least you still hit something! You yelped when 3 or 4 of the opposing enemies began to run at you. Apparently they didn't like being shot at by humans.

"Thor!" You yelled and ducked when he threw his hammer as you. It quickly flung into the bad dudes turning their heads to goo before flying back into Thor's hand.

"Thanks!" You breathed out as he offered you his other hand, pulling you up.

"No problem, lady y/n." He smiled before going to help somewhere else.

Pulling out another arrow you took a deep breath before nocking it.

"Please please let me be useful!" You groaned before pulling back and aiming at one of the monsters creeping up on Loki.

"Oh no you don't!" You whispered before letting go. Thankfully the arrow his exactly where you wanted it too.

Bullseye!

Quickly you reevaluated the room and noted that there were about 14 left. Then 12. Then 9. The numbers dwindled to nothing and you huffed. Collapsing to your knees you took deep breaths.

Last time this happened you hadn't left your room. Talk about action packed.

Loki scanned the room before finding you and panicked when he saw you on your hands and knees.

Teleporting to you he lightly fretted over you, barely touching.

Looking up at him you smirked.

"I just kicked some serious ass!" You giggled and his eyes widened in surprise before he relaxed.

"You did indeed, little mortal." He smiled brushing some of your hair back.

Grinning you launched yourself into his arms, hugging him.

He toppled over falling onto his back, with you on top of him. Pushing yourself up so you were hovering over him you laughed.

"Kiss me?" You asked and then it was his turn to smirk.

"Of course, M'lady." He purred as he propped himself up on one elbow. Grabbing you by the back of the neck he pulled you down to meet his lips.

You smiled into the kiss. It was perfect considering the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Then you heard some whoops and cheers, some coughing, and some complaining.

Pulling apart you looked up to see your colleagues with varying reactions.

Rolling your eyes you looked down at the God beneath you.

Looking him up and down you looked him in the eyes before grinning mischievously.

"How about we take this up to my room?" You suggested and the man quirked a brow.

"Anything you want, Dove." He smirked wrapping his arms around you and teleporting away.

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[dancingthesambaa]

The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 16

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 16: The Ex From Down Under

“Bye dad! I’m heading out!” MK called as he rushed to the table and quickly stuffed his bag with all his stuff that was lying around.

“See ya,” he poked his head out of the kitchen. “If you're coming back again, I’m making some Mapo Tofu for dinner tonight if you want to stop by.”

“The mouth searing one,” he questionly asked as he continued packing without even looking at what he was putting in.

“I’ll have a milder one on the side,” he chuckled as he watched his child's fist pump the air.

“I will totally be here.”

“Alrighty, and you can ask Wukong if he wants to come,” he nonchalantly said as he wiped his hands on his apron. He then noticed MK staring at him and he raised his eyebrow, “What? By the gods know when that dumbass ever had a good meal that wasn’t from his own hair.”

“Uh huh,” was all he said as he tightened his bag then he gave him a wide grin. “Well I’m off,” he ran up to his dad and gave him a big hug before leaping out of the window free falling before stepping on a branch and hopping from tree to tree.

“…I may have enabled his window hopping habits,” he mused to himself before shrugging his shoulders and walking off.

“Remember, don’t let your body tighten so much when you get into the swing, ease up before snapping, giving you more momentum,” Monkey King lectured as he demonstrated with a staff. It was always a bit of a struggle to teach his student new techniques when he already had a style in place. Macaque always leaned more towards the silent route with swift strikes and keeping the body low, while he kept more towards the louder method of quick feet and aiming high. Each monkey had incorporated their style to fit themselves and they have taught their own moves to the other just to get more variety and not to be so predictable. Once he had learned that Macaque had taught MK his own fighting style, it was much easier to incorporate his own style into his as well.

MK focuses as he did exactly that as he jumped up in the air and landed a hit on the training dummy high in the sky. “Yes!” He fistbumped the air, it had taken so long to actually complete that move, but he has finally done it!

“Nicely done kiddo,” he grinned and ruffled his hair. “Now how about we take a small break.”

“Sounds good to me!” He stretched out his limbs as he made his way to his bag. He paused as he quickly caught the water bottle thrown at his head, “Thanks!”

“No problem,” the monkey said as he sat down next to him. “So how has everything been? I heard you got into a gang turf war the other day.”

“By the gods,” MK groaned, “that had to be the stupidest fight I have ever seen and I’m friends with Mei! So here I am minding my own business and delivering some noodles to this random dude when all of a sudden gunshots ring out and the man begins to rave like an absolute lunatic.”

As Wukong listened to the story he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over to MK messy hair as he instinctively scooted over next to him and began to smooth out his hair.

“-then the leader on the opposing side decides to step in cause why not?! And declares that-,” he paused as he finally felt his mentor grooming his hair after he was ranting for ten minutes. “Uhhh?”

“Go on, I’m still listening,” he said as he continued to thread his fingers in his hair.

The teenager only blinked once before going with it, “And do you know what he declares? He declares that the bowl of noodles is actually for him and guess what?! Now we have both sides gearing up for a fight over a goddamn bowl of noodles!”

“Don’t swear,” he murmured then let out a soft purr as he untangled a particular spot.

“Dad says it’s fine as long as I don’t do it in front of kids.”

“…yeah that seems pretty like him.”

“Speaking of him, you're invited to dinner tonight if you want to come,” he said.

“Yes!” MK blinked at the immediate response, but then the Monkey King quickly settled down and casually said, “Yeah, that would be fine.”

“Coolio, I’ll text him,” he waited for him to release his hair before he got up, but it didn’t seem like it hit the monkey until he saw MK eyes staring at him.

“Oh right, I should probably let go,” he gave a forced chuckle.

“Don’t worry Dad is a lot worse,” he reassured him as he made his way to his bag, “he sometimes would take hours on grooming and wouldn’t release me until he had deemed it worthy.”

“Sounds nice,” the Sage muttered.

“To you, but I was so bored sometimes that I would fall asleep just to pass the time,” he said as he was about to grab his phone when he noticed a paper. “What is this?” He took it out and saw that it was a letter, but it wasn’t addressed to him, but rather all it said on the envelope was the phrase ‘My Love.’ “Well this is weird?”

“There’s a lot of things that are weird bud, but I think you need to be a little more specific,” he smiled at his student's confused look.

“Well I have a letter that I’m pretty sure isn’t mine,” he held out the mail.

“It looks like someone has an admirer,” he teased seeing the words.

“Noooo,” he softly whispered. He already had his experience with one crazy fangirl and it took both Mei and Red Son threatening the living hell out of her before she finally backed off. He really doesn’t want anything to do with that anytime soon. “It’s not for me.”

“Well open it and see whose it is for then.”

“Isn’t that like an invasion of property and technically a crime?”

“How else are you gonna know whose it for then?”

“…touché,” so he did exactly that and carefully opened the envelope and took out the paper that was just full of writing. He felt his stomach drop as he saw who it was for on the first line. “To my dear Macaque.”

“What,” Wukong's tone was dead flat as he processed what MK just said.

MK said nothing as he continued to read and the more he read the creepier it got.

To My Dear Macaque,

It’s been so long since I have seen you, I hope you have been receiving each and every one of my letters. If not, that’s okay. I'll keep saying this as many times as needed.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I will forever say this even when you don’t believe out of connection anymore, for you have stolen my heart and doused it with the most burning of acids that the two of us have created. It burns like the hellfire consuming my soul, it stings like the little needles digging through each and every last one of my smallest injuries and gently tearing it apart. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and you hurt me. You hurt me and left me to my despair after I have given all of my love to you and only to you. You left and walked away after denouncing our burning heart we made together.

You left it there and it’s still burning.

But I forgive you.

I forgive all that you had done to me because I know that deep down you still feel the same. But don’t worry, once I see you again I’ll show you that the two of us were meant to last far longer than even the stars. I’ll show you that we are meant to be together even if I have to drag you away by force and give you my medicine to show you that all we need is each other. You have tasted the sweet elixir before and you were more than agreeable once the potion had set in and shown my love for you.

But I’m sure it won’t have to come to that.

We will meet soon my love, until then, please take care.

From your heart, Shun

“Who the f- who is Shun,” the monkey let out a low growl as he finished reading the creepy ass letter. “And why does he know moonlight? And what is with the creepy letter?!”

“That’s Dad's creepy ex boyfriend!” He said in a panic as he began to pace around.

“His WHAT?!” He couldn’t stop the small burst of energy erupting from out of him as his eyes glowed a dark gold and the ground slightly cracked beneath his feet.

“This is bad. This is bad. This is so so so so BAD!” MK began to panic as he kept pacing around the area and gripping his hair. “So very bad! How long has this been happening? How long since he has been receiving his creepy letters?! It’s also ready bad enough he mentioned the potion, but now he’s implying he’s coming here?!”

“Kid, kid,” Wukong managed to wrangle down his enraged emotions (hello jealously how have you been) and moved towards his kid in an effort to calm him down. “MK, it’s okay, everything will be okay,” he said as he gently pried the stubborn fingers from his hair. “I’m sure he will be fine, this is Macaque we’re talking about here, and sure that no potion he could dish up could stop-”

“It’s a love potion,” he blurted out.

“That devil concoction,” he hissed out. But took a deep breath in and reluctantly pushed the rebranded slave poison to the side of his mind…for now. “Like I said, I’m sure he will be just fine.”

“Maybe I’m freaking out. I mean he’s probably not even here or anywhere near here. Maybe dad even told him off and he’s probably not even coming. Maybe I’m just blowing this whole thing out of proportion,” MK tried to reason out.

“There we go, now breathe with me.”

“I will I will…right after I call dad!” He immediately shot towards his phone and dumped almost everything before he found it. He quickly called his Dad's number and waited for the call to go through.

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

‘I’m not in right now, if you're calling for medical treatment or prescriptions then leave a voicemail. If you're anyone else, why? Just why?’

Beep

“He’s not answering! Time to panic!!”

The figure had just made it to the edge of the Plum Blossom Forest and out in the distance, he saw the tallest Plum tree he recognized.

“It’s been so long my love,” he lovingly whispered as he gave a few licks to his arm before quickly moving through the trees.

Happily ignoring the hisses and snarls close behind him as they all were not happy at the intruder.

Inside said home, a certain monkey's whole body twitched as he slammed his items in hand and began to match to the door.

“Fuck me, I thought his creepy ass wouldn’t be anywhere near here until next week, at least then MK would be back at Pigsy shop,” he hissed as he materialized a two sharp bladed tonfas in hand. “I had no appointments, all my stocks are good, all I literally wanted to do today was to make food, drink some tea, and enjoy a family dinner with Sunshine included but I guess not the fuck today! I guess it’s a good fucking thing I have the perfect target to direct my anger I suppose.”

He gave out another snarl that was amongst the long line to come as he dipped into the shadows once more and took off towards the intruder that every creature in the forest, whether it be animal, demon, or creature alike, no one liked the intruder roaming in their home.

He quickly ventured through the shadows, roaming from plant to tree, animal to grass, until he finally saw a ring tailed lemur with a soft smile upon his face as he paused and his eyes lit up

“It’s been so long my love,” he cooed as he tried to find the humming presence. He didn’t have time to dodge the blow coming from the front as blades sliced into him, but his smile didn’t falter as he took in the sight of his beloved. “You're still as beautiful as ever”

“And you're still as creepy as ever,” he snarled as let his tonfas glow brighter. “I thought I told you to fuck off and away.”

“It was a mere trifle the both of us had, words were said, but I forgive you,” he gently smiled.

“Ughh I really hate when you do that,” he grimaced at his former horrible choice of a partner. “I will give you one fucking chance, leave before I show you once more why you should have stayed gone.”

“I’m sorry, but I will show you with all of my heart and being just how much you truly need me,” Shun only needed to drag a foot back in preparations as a sense of eagerness thrummed deep within him. It’s been so long since he had physics contact with his love after all.

Macaque forced down the shudder as he once again disappeared into the shadows as soon as he sent some clones towards him to attack.

Some creatures of the forest were spectating as this whole fight went down, eager to watch the intruder fall, maybe if the Guardian is generous enough he’ll allow them to feast on what remains.

The forest was about to become a little more wild when first blood was spilled.

“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!” MK was clutching his phone as he attempted to call his Dad a few more times, but his heart picked up each time he didn’t answer.

“Kid,” he attempted to once more calm him down when he shot up.

“Yanyu! I should call Yanyu!” He quickly dialed her number and his legs began to shake in anticipation as the number rang.

BZZZ

BZZZ

BZZZ-

“What’s up short-”

“EMERGENCY!” He shouted out.

“GHA! What do you-”

“Big problem! Huge problem! So I was packing my bag cause I was in a rush to get to training and I was talking to Dad so I didn’t notice what I put in my bag. So I went for trainingandwhenbreakdtstartedIfounditinmybagandIcantbelievr-”

‘MK BREATHE’ it wasn’t just the bluenette, but two other voices that joined her.

“Mei, Red, what are you guys doing with Yan?” He questioned for a moment before shaking his head, “Wait, not important, there is a big problem!”

‘Well spit it out then,’ Red huffed.

‘I think he’s trying,’ he could hear Mei's amused voice in the background.

‘Both of you hush,’ Yanyu turned back to the phone, ‘Now what’s happening?’

“Shun contacted Dad. He's almost here and Dad won’t pick up his phone!”

‘WHAT!!!’ They all screamed with both Red and Yanyu being significantly higher as the adult continued, ‘What do you mean creepy fucker is coming?!’

“Fuck Fuck Fuck this is bad!’ He could hear the prince in the background slowly freaking out. ‘I thought his crazy ass wouldn’t come back!’

“Apparently he did!’ Mei yelled out.

“I don’t know!” MK hysterically said as he began to almost hyperventilate, but the Monkey King began to run his back.

“Okay everyone breathe,” he firmly told the centuries younger children on call. “You are forgetting, this is Macaque you’re talking about here, I’m sure he will be fine.”

“The Monkey King is listening to this?!” Red hissed as he accidentally showed weakness to one of his greatest enemies.

“I know he will kick his scrawny ass, but that doesn’t alleviate my fear of him getting poisoned again and being put under an eternal sleep to be used as a god damn porcelain doll again!” Yanyu shouted, bypassing the fact that she was talking to the Monkey King.

“Again!” Everyone bar Red shouted together.

‘Yeah! And you thought the love poison was bad, this is just fucked up! Now do you see why I’m freaking out!’

“Why do you think we don’t want uncle anywhere near him!” The Bull prince continued.

“Okay that’s it,” Wukong summoned his cloud, “Hop on, we’re heading over there. Even if he’s not there, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Thank you!” He leaped onto the cloud.

‘We'll meet up with you as fast as we can on Mei ride,’ Yanyu said with a rush to her voice as the trio quickly went to the motorbike which thankfully has a side seat.

“Okay,” MK muttered as he held onto the fluffy cloud.

‘Oh and Monkey King.’

“Yes?”

‘You better not fuck it up,’ she said with an ominous grin in her voice as she sat in the sidecar and Red held onto Mei as she quickly revved up her engines.

“…I’ve been hearing a lot of those lately.”

‘Good! See you real soon,’ she finished as he heard the motorcycle take off and the call ended.

“I guess we will,” he said to himself as they took off for the Plum Blossom Forest.

“I really hope Dad is okay,” MK muttered as he gripped tighter.

“He will be,” he firmly stated. ‘You better be okay mango,’ he privately thought. ‘Else I don’t think your kid would take it….fuck your better be alright else I will be kicking your ex boyfriend ass and making sure he knows the meaning of pain.’ He silently hissed out in his mind as he got the cloud to love even faster as it soared over the ocean.

“What is up with the forest right now,” Mei growled out as the group sprinted through the trees with Yanyu leading them.

“I don’t know, it has never done this before,” MK confusingly shouted out as they ran through. For some reason, when the two were about to go over the forest, the cloud suddenly dropped until it was underneath the treetops, making it near impossible to travel by cloud. Luckily they spotted the others a little ways behind them and grouped up together.

“It’s part of Mac magic,” the bluenette said as she paused at one tree before darting to the left.

“What do you mean?” Monkey King asked as he tried to locate Macaque's aura using his golden eyes, but all it showed was the entire area covered with a faint pulse of violet energy.

“So you know how he planted basically all the trees in the forest right,” she got affirmations from them as they continued. “Well in the process he put his own energy into the plants, because apparently he wanted to make sure they grew up okay. Thus making this whole forest basically under his control.”

“So that's why it felt familiar,” the Monkey muttered as he remembered back to the first time he saw the forest. “It also makes sense why my true sight isn’t working.

“That would be more awesome if we weren’t currently lost in this!” Mei said.

“I know the way, he showed me after the last time Shun showed up. This forest was on a complete lockdown and nothing was recognizable like now,” she emphasized the land around them. While it seemed that nothing at first glance changed at first, if you really looked then they would notice that each tree looked almost identical to each other. No distinguishing marks, no distorted branches, not even the groves held any difference.

Each and every tree that they saw were the exact same.

“Okay that is disturbing,” Red muttered.

“Like I said, his little magic is intertwined with the forest and even with some of the creatures living here. It was supposed to be made for protection for not only the creatures living here and to anyone who may accidentally wander in, but to keep out the intruder that seeks to harm. He taught me to seek out the odd spots and openings left open in case something like this happened again. Though I don’t think he literally meant this exact scenario,” she grumbled. “He’ll probably teach you guys this after this whole thing is over.”

“We’re getting closer,” Wukong stated.

“What makes you say that,” MK asked without taking his eyes off Yanyu's back.

“The animals running,” he pointed out several animals, birds, monkeys, and insects alike, all fleeing from the same direction.

“We’re getting close,” she said as they continued to run.

It was only twenty minutes later did Red speak as he tried to look ahead, “I’m not the only one who can hear the sounds of growls right?”

Everyone nodded their ahead and just up ahead they saw a rather large crowd of mythical beings, spirits, and demons alike all grouped together and waiting as they kept their eyes firmly on what’s ahead. They follow their gaze and can faintly see, just between gaps a bright violet glow followed by a form of black mass.

It was Macaque.

“Dad/Pops!” Mei and MK yelled out for him, but he didn’t react to them as he pushed back against something else.

Monkey King wasted no time in climbing up one of the trees to get a better view with MK and everyone else quickly following him. There they witness Macaque fighting against an agile lemur who seemed to be trying to throw himself at the monkey, but he keeps dodging out of the way in time.

“Fuck it is Shun,” Yanyu groaned as Red let out a soft “noooo.”

“So how do we go about this,” Mei questioned as she fingered her sword while she watched her pops dive back into the shadows only to get pulled right back out, “cause I say we go in swingin.”

“We will not be doing any of that,” Red hissed as he grabbed hold of Mei's collar, “We have to play this smart, while Shun is a certified psychopath, he is a very smart psychopath.”

“No kidding, it’s how the two of them got together in the first place,” the doctor muttered and smirked as she saw her former teacher trip up the lemur and slammed him to the ground, but that didn’t stop her from noticing a certain brown furred monkey twitch as she mentioned that.

“Okay, we are getting a full explanation on how even when this is all said and done,” Mei grumbled and settled back down on the branch. “So what do we do?”

“We just have to wait and see what happens,” the bluenette got comfortable, “I doubt he’ll need our help, but I rather not take chances.”

“Nice plan, nice plan, just one flaw with that,” both demon and human glanced at Mei. “Two certain monkeys didn’t get that memo.”

Both of them blinked, then dropped their heads and sighed.

“Of course they would, cause why not,” Yanyu uttered as she turned her attention back to the fight. At least she won’t have to worry too much about stepping in, not that she thinks she could stand a chance, with both Monkey King and Doc's son charging in.

“You know it would be so much easier for you if you just fuck off you know,” Macaque mocked as he flicked off the blood from his blades. “Maybe you’ll still have a working arm if you run fast enough.”

“Aww you worry my dear-,” he smiled as he didn’t even flinch at the blood dripping down his arm.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Don’t fret, it will soon be over, but I will admit that I am getting a bit agitated,” his voice echoed out, which didn’t seem to do much at first as many spectators cackled at his attempted intimidation.

But then a weird smell filled the air, it seemed to have always been there as they hadn't taken notice of it before, but it got stronger as it smelt remarkably of a flower. They couldn’t quite put what kind of flower it was before-

EYES EYES EYES SO MANY EYES

EVERYWHERE

NOWHERE

CANT HIDE

NOT FROM IT

WHAT IS IT

WHAT IS PREDATOR

WHAT IS PREY

WHO IS WHO

WHERE ARE WE

WHERE ARE WE RUNNING

WHERE WHERE

Many creatures fell victim to this as they froze in place and whimpered out as they barked their necks in hopes to quell the predator or maybe grant them a quick death.

It was imposing.

It was encompassing

It was frightening.

And this only made Macaque still for a moment of the sudden smell before he got his bearings back, but that was all Shun needed as he leaped towards him with arms and mouth open wide.

Here’s a fun fact that not many know about lemurs, while they are known for being quick on their feet and agile to escape predators, there is one species who have, through a long process of evolution, developed another way of warding off predators or capturing their prey.

It was a toxic bite.

Apparently a certain species called slow lorises poison is so deadly that it can kill humans with a single bite and guess which lemur has that lucky parent.

‘Finally,’ he thought to himself as he closed the distance between him and his love. ‘I have finally got you back with me. Don’t worry, with my new potion I’ll make sure this time we won’t part,’ he lovingly thought as he tasted the special mixture in his mouth. He should really send his carrier a fruit basket when his love is properly back with him, she was the one who taught him everything he needed to know about potion making. Without her expertise, then he would have never known how to make the love potion, after all that was how she managed to snag his sire to mate with her.

Everything would finally be perfect…except for one little detail.

Not every creature was affected by the smell.

Ní merely flicked her tails in annoyance as she calmly watched.

Shui Gui took a huge breath of the smell in and puffed it out after a few seconds to reveal a green miasma cloud.

Xianglu merely shook their heads as they tried to rid of the foul smell in their nose.

BaBa just hissed at the inferior attack before nestling down.

Even the Faeries were tittering away at the pathetic illusion the demon tried to submerge them in.

These creatures, deities, demons, are just some of the few with a long history backed by so much experience that the infant lemur cannot comprehend. It was quite amusing to think that such a being could even equate to their level, even their Guardian was merely humoring him, but quite funny nonetheless. Regardless though Shun did possess the quality to allude himself to being much scarier to those around him with his…disturbing methods that he tends to use and hides himself behind his illusion. Unfortunately for him, it’s quite easy to bypass with multiple tools in hand, either physically and mentally. But more often than not, there is one sure fire method that most people tend to turn to if they don’t know which is correct.

Determination.

Which embodied a young adult as he bashed his staff against the lemur head, and a Sage monkey who punched him so hard that he left a crater when he finally landed.

Both beings were very determined to at least brutally maim the creep by the time they were finished with him.

“DON’T TOUCH MY DAD!/MOON!” Both MK and Wukong respectively shouted as they stood in front of a sighing Macaque.

“You know I had this handled right?” He looked towards the both of them, not bothering them with the possessive form both monkeys said. Though the same couldn’t be said for Shun as he was still in his spot and didn’t know who to first turn his attention to until his eye settled on MK.

“You have a child,” he said wonder in his voice as his whole face lit up.

“I’m not liking that look,” MK muttered to Wukong who nodded.

“No, no, please don’t say-” Macaque practically begged him not to say what he was about to dread.

“We have a child.”

“Nooooo,” he whispered out as he wished he could just knock himself out after hearing those words then shook it off and said with a growl. “Not your child, my child. You are not part of this equation, you're not even a variable that was left out, you are nowhere near part of any of this.”

“But my love-”

“Not my/his love,” all three monkeys stated.

“Despite our brief separation, you know it has always been a dream of mine to have a child of our own. Remember the time we spent out in the town as we laid our eyes at a beautiful family,” he almost cooed at the child's awkward face. “Two parents and two children, a boy and a girl, they looked very lovely together.”

Macaque did remember what he was talking about, he remembered his eyes lingering on the family as they were in town on a date. He couldn’t stop his eyes from lingering on them as he let a small smile play on his lips as Shun shared that same sentiment and wrapped his arms tighter around him. It used to be comforting, that small embrace used to mean ‘he is here for him, he won’t let you go’, but now all it means now is ‘he will not let you go, no matter how much you beg.’ It has turned so very confining. But he kept his mouth shut and let his former boyfriend ramble, trying to look for another way not to get bitten from his ‘love bite.’

“It was pure bliss just the two of us, those small moments we shared to the nights laid up in our nest as you laid under me as I enraptured your mouth and slowly move-.”

‘Never mind!’ He quickly burst forward and sent a high knee to the underside of his jaw that was followed by a staff to the side of the neck and a claw to the stomach courtesy of both child and friend. ‘He is not about to go there!’

“I do not want to hear any of that!” MK shouted as he backed away from the lemur after his attack.

“That makes two of us,” Wukong lowly growled as only his self control was the only thing stopping him from ripping the bastard in front of him. And even that was by the hair as he learned that new little tidbit that he did not want to hear.

“I have been a bit curious,” Shun simply stood back up and looked towards the Monkey King, “Who are you to him?”

“I am the Monkey King, you may have heard of me,” he said as he stood up straight as his golden eyes flickered in his eyes.

“How quaint,” he merely said, “but you didn’t answer my question,” a tinge of aggression laced his voice. “Who are you to him?”

Now at this point Wukong self control was almost completely gone since the first time he heard about this creepy ass bastard (which he so needs to interrogate Mac on why the fuck he would even date someone like him) and it was not looking so good. So to hear this black and white knockoff of a two legged beetle that deserves its tongue to be torn out, implies that he was the outsider in all of this rather than the other way around. Well, he decided right then and there that this nasty little bug needed to learn a few things first before he became a rotting corpse for the rest to feast upon.

“Wukong don’t you dare,” Macaque saw that look in his eyes.

“I was his friend long before you ever thought of,” he taunted and wrapped his arm around Mac's shoulder. “I have known him longer than even the mountains have formed and before towns became cities. He knows me longer than some of the forest was ever formed and before kingdoms have reached their destruction. We know each other very thoroughly, both inside and out, and seen the other at our best of times and our worst of times. It feels like eons have passed since then, but when it comes down to it you can say the two of us are made up of the same soul.” He finished his dramatic speech with a nuzzle to his black fur as he gave a soft kiss on his head. He opened one golden eye and grinned mockingly as he said, “So how long have you known him?”

Silence filled the air as they all locked eyes on a stiff Shun who didn’t even move an inch since Wukong started it. But what they could see was the underlying darkness in his eyes as he slowly blinked. Then he smiled, teeth bared and all, as he stated. “It will be a great joy when I tear out your throat and rip that nasty little tongue right out of your mouth and force you to watch as I consume it.”

“Try me,” he said with teeth bared.

Both Lemur and Monkey locked eyes with each other as you can almost see lighting shoot out of their eyes from the sheer animosity the two had with each other despite not even knowing the other for ten minutes.

The black furred monkey muttered, “And they said I’m the dramatic one,” to whom he was referring. It may never be known as Wukong and Shun leaped at each other at the same time. Macaque just groaned and decided to walk over to his son instead of the fight that was happening. “So, you met Shun.”

“I hate him,” MK instantly said as he got closer to his Dad. “I really hate him.”

“You and me both starlight, so why are you here anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

“So this morning I may have accidentally grabbed the letter while I was stuffing everything into my bag,” he said as he cheered when his mentor used his tail to choke the lemur while he had his arms pinned.

“Damn it, I thought I trashed them all. Must have been one that just came in,” he grimaced.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?”

“That your creepy ex was back,” MK said with a twinge of irritation in his voice. “I could have helped.”

“Nice thought comet, but I had it handled,” he smirked as he watched Shun attempt to break Wukong's arm only to get a vicious claw to the face. “This isn’t my first time dealing with his creepy ass.”

“But I could have helped,” he almost whined, “Mei has tons of ideas for retribution and I got a very powerful stick that tends to hurt…a lot.”

“And I believe that, but I got it,” he ruffled his kid hair, “but thank you for looking out for little ol me even when I don’t need it.”

“Like how the Monkey King is doing right now.”

“He’s just an impulsive idiot right now,” he grinned sharply as he watched Shun stagger in place from his wound as Wukong taunted him as his hand dripped red. He is not totally blind to see that his friend has a protective streak wider than the Earth when it comes to people he cares for. He has certainly seen it when his leg was broken by an uppity pack of Tiger demons. Needless to say, when the Wukong got back and saw him lying there and surrounded by demons, well let’s just say that the food was pretty good that day and even had some warm blankets to go alongside with it.

So to see that this still applies for him despite their long separation, he couldn’t stop that warm burst of feeling brew from inside of him.

Wukong, on the other hand, was feeling the blood pump in his ears with each hit he landed on the bastard. And while he unfortunately can’t go full Sage mode on his ass (the forest probably won’t be able to stand if he did and he actually likes this haven his mate had created) he is still enjoying kicking this disgusting little lemur ass.

“Bet you really feeling it now,” he taunted as he broke another rib. “Can ya feel it? Each little bone in your body breaking? It must fucking suck!” He viciously laughed, “But that’s what you get when you don’t fuck off when someone tells you no, especially Moonbright.”

“Stop calling him that,” the lemur growled for the first time.

“Oh what Moonbright,” he received another growl in return. “Or maybe Mango? Moon? Moonlight? My heart?”

“YES!” He hissed out as he recklessly leaped towards the monkey.

“Nah, can’t do that,” he smirked as he grabbed the lemur arm and tossed him back towards the growing crater. Then he let a wicked smile show on his face, “I mean, he is my other half,” he emphasized. Was he making this worse? Yes, yes he was. Does he care in the slightest? No he does fucking not. He’s been wanting to let loose some of those words out for quite some time, albeit it’s under an illusion that he’s just riling him up, but damn does it feel good to say.

Before the lemur could leap back up a charge at him once more another force came into play.

“Having fun without me!” Shun felt a pain burst from his back as he saw a pig tailed girl leaped off of him with blood dripping from her sword. “That is a damn shame.”

“I had this handled you know,” Monkey King petulantly said.

“Oh I know,” she slings her sword over her shoulder, “but I really wanted to land a hit on this bastard at least once for what he did to Pops.”

“Fair enough.”

“Another child!” He said with glee despite his broken bones and blood dripping down his face.

“He is seriously messed up in the head,” she muttered as she couldn’t help but step back at his gaze though she did raise a brow as Wukong stepped beside her while he kept his eyes on the lemur.

“Okay fuck this, I’m ending it,” Macaque huffed as he stepped forward.

“Actually Dad, can I do this,” he paused at his son's words as his eyes were locked firmly onto the agitated lemur.

“MK, I’m not about to let you-” he was cut off.

“Please,” he pleaded as his brown eyes flickered to violet ones.

“…fine, but if things are looking bad then I will step the fuck in,” he huffed as he subtly sent some more shadow clones in the foliage of trees and amongst his son's shadow.

“Oh don’t worry,” he began to spin his staff as he walked forward. “I won’t even need to leave your line of sight when I get done with him.”

MK continued forward as he neared the lemur, passing by both Mei and Wukong who gave him a glance.

“I’m ending this,” he simply said.

“You need help?” The dragon's successor looked to her brother.

“Nope,” said the doctor's son.

“Well holler if you do.”

“Always happy to lend a hand,” the Monkey Sage joked as he wiped off his own bloody hand. He wouldn’t mind another round of beating to the lemur…maybe a couple more just to be fair.

“Oh trust me, I won’t,” he darkly chuckled, which surprised the other two.

MK was done with Shun, he was already creeped out before he met him, disgusted by the letter, nauseated when he first saw him, and down right pissed when he heard him speak to his Dad like that.

It was time for his Dad to be protected for once instead of the other way around. Shun is gonna regret ever breathing by the time they're done with him.

Shun's eyes lit up when he saw MK approach. “It so good to see you for the first ti-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he cut him off.

“Wha-”

“I said shut the fuck up.”

“…excuse me?”

“You're not excused,” he shrugged his shoulder.

“That is no way to talk to your parent-” he was interrupted once more.

“Well it’s a good thing that you aren’t then isn’t it, I mean if you were then I would willingly go back to my deadbeat sperm donors than you,” he mocked him.

“I’m sorry what?!” Wukong was already taken by surprise by his student's sudden shift in attitude, let alone this new heaping pile of info.

“That’s a whole nother story for later,” Mac patted his shoulder.

“But here’s what’s gonna happen, you will either die in this forest or flee from here by the skin of your teeth,” he bluntly stated.

“Oh? And what makes you say that?” He let some amusement drip in his voice.

“Have you not seen the entities that live in this forest?”

“Indeed I have and they are truly a magnificent feature, but they are no match for me,” he arrogantly said.

“…hey Red! I thought you said he was smart?” He yelled out to the tree he had previously jumped from.

“Smart as in he knows some pretty advanced science that even leaves me confused,” the Bull prince said as sat down on the branch next to an anticipating bluenette.

“Oh, well that makes sense, cause if you were really smart then you wouldn’t have even stepped foot in this forest with the intent to kill, even Ever is dangerous despite his looks,” he concluded. Ignoring the faint chuckle from the trees.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He got increasingly agitated at the despairing remark upon his intelligence.

“It means that you have an overinflated ego stuff in between your ears that replaced your brain a long time ago.”

“Meaning?”

“If you had any brain cells then you would have known that you signed your name personally upon Yama book when you stepped foot in this forest, cause let me tell you.” It was at this point that the pressure began to dip as Shun suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe as the trees seemed to loom above him and glowing eyes were gazing upon him from the shadows. “You would have known that we don’t take kindly to people trying to harm our own, especially Dad.”

One by one, the demon, creatures, mythical and animals alike all began to emerge from the shadows with a nasty snarl fresh on their faces.

The Faeries' smiles were sharp with their fanged teeth wide with glee.

Qianglu slithered forward as they let out a terrifying hiss that thrummed in his ears.

The Monkey tribe all had their teeth bared in face of the intruder.

The Shui Gui was grinning happily as he licked his lips in anticipation.

Ní elegantly walked forward as her tails flickered behind her, but her hazel eyes only had sight for the prey.

Even amongst the trees BaBa, much too large to entirely fit in the clearing, kept her bright yellow eye, larger than all the beings in the area itself, gazed upon the scene.

As more and more beasts gathered around, for the first time in a long while, Shun felt fear.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” MK casually slung the staff over his shoulder as he gave him a parting wave, “Let us show you how we handle intruders.”

Shun ran and ran and ran as fast and as hard as he could. But they followed.

And then he slowly vanished back into the woods as all the creatures that he thought were prey were the predators chasing after him. He really did forget that not creatures show who they truly are at first look, they like to pretend their fickle little insects that scatter at first sight of danger. But if you take a peek beneath the shell then it turns out that there are monsters lurking underneath with their jaws wide awaiting their first morsel.

So, he didn’t leave with a grand finale nor his deserved epic fight to the death. No, he simply blew out like a candle amongst a sea of lights cause in the end he knew what he really was.

Not the feared predator.

No, he was the prey and it was his turn to be feasted upon the monsters.

“Well that was easy,” Yanyu said as she jumped down from the tree.

“You're telling me,” said Red as he followed, then he turned to MK, “Who is Ever anyways?”

MK snapped out of his former personality shift as his cheeks blushed, “It’s Shui Gui, you know, Kappa.”

“Right, right, but what does it stand for?” He pushed, “cause you wouldn’t be blushing like that if there wasn’t something else.”

Mei turned her head to hide her smile.

“It..it stands for Whatever,” he whispered, but Wukong still heard that perfectly clear.

“His name is Whatever?” He confusedly asked for such a strange name.

“I was like seven! You can’t blame me!” He defended himself with arms crossed.

“Huh?”

“Ah the Shui Gui cares not for names,” Red nodded, “so he usually will respond to any. My question is why did you call him whatever out of everything?”

Yanyu snorted loudly.

“I was a kid and I was getting really frustrated with him that I blurted out the first thing in mind! How was I supposed to know that he would actually respond to it! Now he won’t let it go!” He threw his hands up.

At this point both girls are full on laughing at MK's frustration.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” the prince nodded at his various times meeting Kappa. He was indeed the strangest creature in the forest.

“I’m lost,” Wukong deadpanned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you later,” Mac said as he leaned into the simian. It felt good finally having that bastard out of sight once again.

Wukong did the same as he wrapped his arms back around the other monkey, pulled him a bit closer, and wrapped his tail firmly around the other waist. “You better,” he faintly purred in his ears.

Macaque could barely stop the shiver at the lips so close to his face, but he managed to make it off by just shifting his body to get into a comfortable position.

Though that didn’t stop the Sage from gazing at him as he looked at his long fur once more and just when he was about to open his mouth.

BOOM!

“Alright! Whose ass am I kicking!” Daiyu screeched out as she scanned the scene for the ex boyfriend from hell. They had gotten a call from Yanyu earlier about his ass potentially showing up and they booked it there.

“God fucking Damnit,” Wukong cursed as he reluctantly move slightly away.

“He appears to not be here, Dai,” said Ahmed as he walked into the clearing with Minsheng and Bohai.

“Seemed he had left the coop,” chuckled Sheng as they looked towards everyone, “gave him a good ass kicking I'm guessing.”

“That and he is now currently running from almost every beast in the forest,” MK happily said.

Bohai gave a low whistle, “So he’s not leaving this forest alive then.”

“Nope,” came the response from all.

“That’s what he gets for messing with the King of the Forest,” Mei jokes, earning a groan from Mac.

“Don’t you even start on that.”

“What do you mean your royal highness,” the rabbit cheekily said.

“Don’t!”

“Is there something wrong your majesty,” the vulture said.

“Are you actually-”

“Did we speak out of your magnificence,” Yanyu mockingly bowed.

“Out of place your grace,” Mei courtesy with a sly grin.

“Out of turn your excellency,” MK did something with his hands as he bowed low.

“I swear-”

“Guys let’s all calm down before we get on our imperial majesty's last nerve,” Red casually said.

“Thank you-I swear to all things!”

“Our deepest of apologies your kingliness,” Wukong teased as he pressed closer to him.

“I expected nothing less from you,” he barked at him.

“Alright let’s all settle down,” Ahmed chuckled, “we don’t want to get his reverence too worked up.”

“…fuck it, I’m done for the day!” He threw his hands up and began to march back home. “If any of you guys want food then your ass better be helping me do some shit. It either helps me in the kitchen or checks on the state of the forest, more specifically how everything and everyone is holding up. Preferably the ones going are the ones that don’t mind fighting cause there’s gonna be a lot of those bastards still on edge and need to let loose some steam.”

“Yes, dinner sounds great right about now,” Daiyu said as she spread her wings and took off.

“Count me in!” Minsheng said as they began to hop into the forest.

“Same!” Mei yelled as she raced after them.

“Let me just check in on my gremlins and I will for sure help you out in the kitchen,” Yanyu replied as she took out her phone.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what else lives in this forest,” Wukong said as he stretched his arms.

“I’ll help you Dad,” MK said as Ahmed followed close behind.

Red Son stood there as the other began to walk away with a bit of uncertainty before Macaque called back to him.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Wait me too?” Red said with some hesitation.

“If I’m letting those lunatics join in then why not,” he raised his brow.

Red gave a slight smile as he caught up and walked beside MK, “What are we making?”

“Mapo Tofu,” said the young adult.

“Will there be any spicy?”

“He has a whole tray filled with them,” MK can almost taste it.

“Yes!”

Also a shout out to Pen-Woman for the lovely idea of Protective kiddos!!

Also longest chapter yet!!! Just over 8000 words!!!

#lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #mk #lmk mei #monkey king #PlumTeaAU

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The Last of Us Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons about TLOU2 characters 

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve ben stressed so I thought I’d write for my comfort characters lmao 

Warnings: Slight NSFW mentions, TLOU2 spoilers 

Word count: 2.4K

Ellie

-This girl is the best girlfriend i swear

-She will always tell you she loves you when she leaves or even if she goes into the other room

-She’s lost a lot of people so she’s always telling you how much she loves you just in case

-Helping her when she has nightmares, especially after joel's death

-”Please don’t leave me.”

-“Ellie, I’m not going anywhere.” 

-She’s definitely a lover of old music

-80s and early 90s was definitely her favorite eras music and movies wise

-Gifting her records you found in abandoned buildings

-She draws you a lot, especially when you aren’t paying attention

-One time she couldn’t sleep so she drew you, she thought you looked peaceful asleep. That drawing is probably her favorite she’s ever done.

-You basically live with her in the garage she lives in

-Winters are always cold in the garage so y’all are basically attached to each other

-You both are cuddled up watching movies with tons of blankets on

-This girl is horny all the time, like if yall are alone she’s on top of you

-Dancing together at the dances

-This girl is so clingy omfg

-Ellie worries about the looks and comment yall get when showing affection in public so she tends to tone down her clinginess

-Joel loves you, point blank period

-When ellie tells you what joel did for her, you didn’t know if you should be happy or sad

-They were gonna take ellie away from you, you probably would've done the same

-”My life would have mattered.”

-”Your life matters to me.”

-You tried to make her feel better about it though, telling her that there would still be bad people and infected in the world

-Neck kisses from the back, my heart is melting holy shit

-She asks maria to put you on routes with her cause mama you are not going without her

-Puns, just puns all the time and you love it

-Definitely calls you babe and baby, you always make fun of her for it but she knows you loves it

-Yall make fun of each other but it’s all in good fun she will never take it too far

Joel

-You’re this mans baby idc

-No one hurts you or they will get tracked down and their knee caps will be gone

-Joel knows full well you can take care of yourself but he just gets so mad

-This man is so soft for you

-He tries to spoil you the best way he can, going out of his way to get you presents from abandon stores

-Teaches you how to play guitar

-He will have you sit in his lap and play the chords

-”Is it sounding better?”

-He just nods and kisses along your back

-He will sing you to sleep if you ask him

-This man has shown you some good ass music, yall sometimes just lay in bed and listen to old records

-He loves the way you look in his shirts, this man melts or bends you over the kitchen table

-He doesn’t cry often but this man is hurt

-The first time you saw him cry was when he broke down to you about ellie and the fireflies and what he did

-It hurt him a lot to admit it but he was so relieved that he could let go and someone be on his side for once

-Tells you all about sarah and how she would like you

-”She would’ve loved you.”

-”Yeah, casue i’m the coolest.”

-”You're a nerd.” He chuckled out

-He would happily tell you about life before the infection, what it was like to not have to look over your shoulder all the time

-He would never tell you about his time in boston

-He didn’t want to scare you, so you never asked but you had a good idea of what happened because of tommy

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner is on the stove

-Forehead kisses in the morning when he has to leave for rounds and your dead to the world

-Calls you Babygirl and princess, IDK HE JUST SEEMS LIKE THE TYPE OKAY

-His voice in the morning>>>>>>

-Will watch you dance from a far while at dances

-Takes you out on little dates, he doesn’t even care about the stares yall (The age gap)

-He is prepared for anything to happen so he loves you like it’s his last day

-Talks about having kids with you but is okay if you don’t want them, i mean he’s not sure if he wants another one but hell, He said he wasn’t going to date anymore but here we are

-If you want kids he doesn't care hold old he is, he will try and try and try to give you a child 

-”Damn it i got my period.” 

-”Well then I reckon we gotta try again, huh baby girl.” He says with a smirk 

-This man has a daddy kink and that’s all i gotta say about that umm anyways

-He is madly in love with you and he shows it, he has lost too many people and he has the mindset of “Good things don’t last forever”

Tommy

-I love this man with all my heart, he’s my baby

-He’s very caring and will hold you anytime you need to be held

-He just wants to help people and make the world a little easier for them so he overworks himself to the max trying to keep everything in jackson in order

-”Tommy, it’s 3 am and you got rounds in the morning. Come to bed.”

-”Yeah i'll be in there in a minute, i just gotta figure out the food supply situation.”

-Having to drag his ass to bed

-He loves cuddling, he loves feeling close to you

- Your the fighter of the relationship, tommy doesn’t like to fight if he doesn’t have too so he lets you deal with the violent stuff

-Although tommy loves his brother, he has a hard time forgiving him for the violence he exposed him too

-He feels very undeserving of you and everything good in his life., you have to constantly reassure him that he is a good person and is doing a great job

-He does have nightmares of being in Boston but you were always there for him, he was so thankful for you.

-He loves your cooking, like it can be the most simple thing ever and he’d be like 

-”This is the best Cereal i have ever had, who taught you to cook like this?”

-He has mommy issues, like his mother wasn’t really around so he has a lot of issues with that ig

-He is the best kisser i said what i said

-He’s very passionate and possessive, it’s cute

-He gives you his jackets all the time, he thinks you look so cute in them

- This man is literally the softest i can’t

-He doesn’t cut his hair just because one time you told him you liked it long

-”Jeez honey, your hair is getting pretty long.”

-”Shoot, do I need to cut it again.”

-”No...I like it long, it flatters your face.”

-”I will literally never touch my hair again ever again now that you said that, Okay”

-You have expanded this mans music taste

-He only ever listened to country cause i mean he’s a simple man but then you came along

-You got him a walkman just so he can listen to the music you recommend him

-He tells ellie all about you and asks her for help because he doesn’t want to mess up anything

-He’s not good in relationships and he believes he’s not a very attractive man so he doesn’t really try but he sees himself marrying you

-Spoiler he asks you to marry him because he can’t see himself without you, he doesn’t want to imagine how the world would be so dark without you in it

-He’s not into cute nicknames so he’ll just call you honey

-After joel's death, he was broken and you didn’t think you can even put him back together, but your willing to try

Dina

-I think you would be dina’s first girlfriend but she would love you with all her heart 

-She kissed you at the dance and everything kinda clicked from there 

-She would sneak over to you house in the middle of the night 

-”Jesus, i could've killed you.”

-”But you didn’t silly, come on i’m cold lemme in.” 

-”You're gonna be the death of me dina.” 

-Your rounds with her were never boring, it was always an adventure with her 

-Making out behind building because she couldn’t wait till yall got home 

-This girl will tease you until your bright read in the face

-She will definitely love kissing you, like she will just randomly kiss you 

-She will try to smash you literally anywhere, when she’s wanting to do the nasty it doesn’t matter where you are she will pull you into a random room or bathroom

-She never bores you in bed too, she’s always up to do new things especially since your her first girlfriend 

-When she found out she was pregnant she wanted to give this child the best life so yall decided to move out into a farmhouse 

- Having a kid didn’t really change how she loves you

-She’s still crazy and wild but now she just has a kid on her hip

-You guys were co parents so you both would hunt and take care of JJ 

-You guys would do almost anything to make that kid laugh even if that was dancing like lunatics for an hour straight 

-You guys almost never get alone time so just laying in bed without the kid felt nice 

-Yall are cottagecore lesbians idc, yall are the best parents and i said what i said 

-From behind hugs and kisses, she will grab your hips and kiss your neck until you have no choice but to rip her clothes off 

-Vintage records and slow dancing with JJ 

-I feel like being in a relationship with dina feels like a vintage song about love 

-There's lots of dancing in this relationship because dina loves dancing 

-She’s always afraid that you will feel left out in the family though since your not JJs real parent but you always tell her you don’t mind and you love JJ just like how Jesse would 

-She finds it so hot when your all protective parent when it comes to JJ, as soon as he falls asleep mama yall wont get any sleep 

-Yall are the best parents, dina will fight anyone who hurts JJ and you make him feel loved 

-When he gets older you guys try to tell him about Jesse without making you seem like the outsider of the family if that makes sense 

-Taking care of the animals and plants as a family and reading books about how to while laying in bed 

-Dina makes the best food and she tries to teach you but it just doesn’t add up to what she does 

-Okay we don’t know much about her sister but by the picture we saw she looks hella cool and i think you would be like best friends with her 

Jesse 

- yall sleep on this man i swear, so this one is to all my jesse stans are there 

-He’s kinky, that’s all 

-He knows he’s hot and he’s super cocky about it 

-He’s not much of a cuddler ngl but he will fall asleep and wake up spooning you 

-Your really close to his mom, like she loves you so much 

-He’s very reckless and your kinda the opposite so you kinda tone him down abit so you think that’s why his mom likes you so much 

-Jesse isn’t much of a dancer and he doesn’t really listen to music but he does like to play video games 

-You always pick him up video games randomly and gets so excited 

-You force him to dance with you at dances and he’s so awkward about it 

-”I hate this.” 

-”Awe you love it.” 

-Always trying to grope you while dancing, like will have his hands on your ass and theres kids behind you like sir stoppp but like keep going 

-”Hey! watch those hands.” 

-”I have no idea what your talking about”

-You and dina are pretty good friends like even after their weird relationship, she’s happy for the both of you 

-Okay so let's pretend jesse didn’t die and he is alive and well 

-When he finds out dina is pregnant he freaks out, he’s still pretty young so he’s terrified he won’t be good enough 

-When the baby comes though he’s so excited, when he’s in the infirmary with dina your happy for him but you can’t help but feel an outsider 

-Dina is so sweet and tries to make you feel better 

-”You're gonna be the coolest step parent ever. I’m glad my son gets such a badass step mom damn.” 

-Dina does move out of jackson still though so yall only get JJ every other week, that was the agreement 

-He cooks in the morning for you and JJ while yall are laying in bed 

-I’m sorry but he’s literally the coolest dad, his entire life changes because of that kid 

-When JJ leaves to go over to his moms house Jesse won’t let you get out of bed, this mf hasn’t got any in a week

-He gets a bunch of cook books so he can better his ability to cook for little JJ 

-You guys decorate JJs room together and it’s the cutest thing ever 

-He takes you to romantic places in the abandon city when yall are on rounds together 

-Jesse has a lot of friends but he would much rather hang out with you 

-Yall call each other stupid and dumb a lot but it’s never used as an insult its just for fun 

-”Damn it, why do i always get the nasty ones.” 

-”Because your stupid, dummy.” 

-”That’s right, i forgot.” 

-Your guys bed is never made, you guys don’t even bother at this point. Like either the kid messes it up or you guys mess it up so what's the point 

-He picks you up when he hugs you, literally pick you up from the waist and lift you up 

!Credits to gif owners!

#The last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #ellie williams #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou joel #Tommy miller #tommy miller x reader #tlou tommy #dina x reader #tlou dina #Tlou dina x reader #tlou jesse

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The Riveter Ch. 4

Steve Rogers x mechanic!reader

Summary: After escaping Hydra, you assist Dr. Erskine in helping Steve Rogers become Captain America. When Erskine is assassinated, you think your WWII career is over. Unfortunately, the SSR and Hydra are not done with you yet.

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death, canon-typical violence, mentions of trauma, slow burn, dialogue-heavy chapters, comic book science

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. I had fun writing it!  Thank you to @seeevans and @dbnightingale24 for helping me with this! Major shoutout to @writeyourmindaway for creating such wonderful and beautiful dividers! 

Series Masterlist

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You’re jostled awake, shaken as you lay at the end of a truck bed, spotting the shaky view of the road. The sky is filled with smoke, the bitter smell filling your lungs, beckoning you away from dreamland. 

Though, your sleep was dreamless nonetheless. 

You can’t recall anything immediately, only feeling the urgent need to get off the truck you’re on. As your senses slowly become acute, you can hear some soldiers speaking German behind you. 

“It’s amazing it’s still asleep,” one mutters. 

“I wonder what Herr Schmidt did,” another voice responds. 

“That’s not important,” the first one speaks up again. “We should not concern ourselves with such matters too much. All we need to know is it’s vital to us winning the war.”

You cringe at the pronoun they use for you, but ignore it as you begin to devise a plan to escape. 

Slitting your eyes open, you spy the switch used to drop the tailgate. Stretching your leg under the guise of fidgeting in your sleep, your toe just reaches the lever. You don’t hear or sense any movement from the men, so you keep your foot poised there. 

A few minutes later, you hear exactly what you were hoping for: “Hold on, men!” the driver calls from the cab. 

There’s a rough patch in the road and you kick. The other objects and the metal rack above the bed rattle too, masking the sound of the tailgate dropping. With it down, you’re exposed to the breeze.

You’re tossed this way and that and the men seem distracted with securing whatever else is being transported with you. You take that as your opportunity, rolling out and bracing yourself quickly. 

Falling on the bumpy dirt road knocks the breath out of you, but you gulp and turn to your front to get to your feet. Before the men can recognize that you’re gone, you’ve disappeared into the treeline. 

Leaning against a trunk, you catch your breath and try to orient yourself, but you don’t have much direction. What began as confusion between east and west grew into not knowing which way is up or down. Sliding down to sit, you lean your head back. When you close your eyes, you hear Zola’s voice echoing in your head. 

-----

Celebrations were underway, Steve still receiving congratulations while the captured men reunited with their friends, lovers, and commanders. He even received the Medal of Valor, which he didn’t attend the ceremony for. 

Not only was there so much to do in London, he knew in his heart he couldn’t accept it. While he succeeded in saving Bucky and the rest of the 107th, he failed to make sure his partner was safe as the two of you carried out your mission. 

In idle moments, he hears you screaming; behind shut eyes, he sees your face. When he doesn’t see you, he sees Peggy and Howard, somber expressions. Where Agent Carter is normally composed, her lip wobbles at the thought of you. Howard ran a hand down his face, eyes shiny and voice clogged as he asked if there was a chance you were alive. 

Steve didn’t know, and he still doesn’t. He was sent to England less than a day after returning from Austria. Peggy was called too but requested an extension to continue working with Howard in Italy. 

Work continued, but it was slower without her intelligence contributions in devising a plan to take down the Hydra bases he made note of. After a long day of nothing, Colonel Phillips dismisses the meeting. 

“Rogers, before you hit the hay,” the older man says, “You may want to visit the infirmary before their visiting hours end.” 

Confused and concerned, Steve nods and makes his way out of the situation room, navigating the narrow halls to the medical wing.

He sees Howard first, sitting across from a head of brown curls that Steve can deduce is Agent Carter. There’s a doctor at the foot of the bed relaying information to the patient. 

You lay there, scratches adorning your face and eyes heavily lidded. 

Steve’s heart is light with disbelief and repose for feeling calm at the sight of you safe in an Allied facility. 

“...I’ll leave you to rest.” 

“Thank you, doctor,” you smile. 

Howard spots him in the doorway, nodding in greeting, “Hey, Cap.”

Stepping in awkwardly, Steve feels shy seeing you. He stands in the place the doctor once occupied, hands folded behind your back. 

“I’d venture to say dress greens suit you better than tights,” you joke, voice gravelly. You laugh then groan and Steve is concerned again. 

“You can’t laugh, love,” Peggy reminds you.

“What happened?” he wonders.

You rattle off your injuries: scratches, dislocated shoulder from falling out of the truck, bruised ribs, and major fatigue from lack of food and water. 

“How’s your head?” Howard prods.

“Better now that I’ve rested.”

Steve likes hearing that you’ve been better, but he can’t imagine what you’ve been through that was worse. “When did you get here?” 

“We arrived at a little past noon. The doctor thinks she was out in the Austrian forest for a little over twelve hours before we found her,” Peggy answers for you. “We’ll give you two some time to catch up.” 

“Why do we have to--”

There’s a thud and Howard groans, face scrunching up in pain as he looks at Peggy. 

“Ouch! ...Okay. We’ll see you later, little miss,” he gets up, kissing your forehead. “Captain.” 

“Get some rest, love,” Peggy cradles your cheek.

“Thank you,” you say, grabbing her hand. “Thank you for finding me.”

“Of course,” she smiles. She turns back to Steve, regarding him with a nod.

When they both leave, your eyes are on him and he smiles nervously, pointing to the chair Peggy just vacated. You tilt your head towards it as if giving him permission to sit down.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he tells you honestly. “Must’ve been hell...being in there alone.” 

Your shoulder lifts slightly; a shrug of some sort. “Could’ve been worse. I think it goes without saying, though.” 

Pursing his lips, he considers your words for a moment. “Do you remember anything?”

You close your eyes and inhale slowly, wincing a little at the pain when your ribs move as you take in air. “Plenty.” Eyes opening, you look a little perplexed. “But at the same time, not a lot.” 

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Am I supposed to know what that means?”

Your mouth opens to speak, but you’re interrupted by nurses murmuring at a nearby table. “I’d explain but it’s classified.” 

“You’d keep secrets from me?” he smirks. “Thought we were friends.” 

You smile. “Only until we’re around people on a need-to-know basis. Phillips must’ve told you, right?” Steve tilts his head curiously. “Once I’m on my feet, I’m meant to debrief everything I remember.” 

He makes a mental note to ask Phillips about it. At the mention of you recovering, Steve thinks back to the injuries you mentioned. “Seems like you got outta Hydra with a lot of luck.” 

Your face doesn’t change, but he sees your eyes flick to the left. “Luck indeed.” 

“Could’ve been worse, like you said.” 

You purse your lips, nodding. 

Looking down, Steve decides to drop the subject. Howard and Peggy went all the way back to the factory to find you based on the slim chance that you were still alive. He can imagine them combing through dozens of trees before finding you. 

They trust you. Steve trusts you. 

But why wasn’t it worse for you?

“Captain Rogers, my apologies,” a nurse speaks as she approaches your bedside. “But it’s time for the infirmary to close to visitors.” 

Nodding to her, there’s an idle moment until she realizes she should give some space for him to say goodnight. 

“Well,” he says, standing up, “Feel better soon.” 

“Thanks, Steve.”

He pauses, fidgeting with the air as he contemplates bidding you goodbye in an additional way. You raise your eyebrows expectantly.

“Goodnight,” he blurts, turning on his heel and walking out. He can hear you saying it back as he leaves, a perplexed lilt in the word. 

Days later, Steve sits surrounded by other high-ranking officers. Howard is there too, studying a diagram of a Hydra weapon you drew. 

“...She suspects Schmidt is plotting something big, but she doesn’t know exactly what it is or where it could be headed,” Agent Carter concludes, standing at the head of the table. She debriefs the men while you continue to recover in the infirmary, not wanting the SSR to lose time while your body heals. “Questions, gentlemen?”

“This is everything she told you?” Colonel Phillips asks. 

“Yes. It’s all she remembers as well. That drawing is all we have of a blueprint that shows how the Hydra weapons work.” 

“Any information on where the power source is?” another man speaks up. 

“With power such as that, I think it’s safe to assume Schmidt would keep it close. Can’t imagine he’d want it possibly falling into the wrong hands.” 

“And she said it was a stone in a cube?” 

Peggy makes a show of looking at her notes, “Yes, those are Schmidt’s words to her.” 

“You think we can trust her?” he follows up quickly, speaking just as she finishes her sentence.

“I beg your pardon?” Her tone is taken aback as if the question was insulting to her. Steve can understand her offense, but if he’s honest, he wonders the same thing. 

How could someone fall out of a truck and get away with injuries like yours? He would’ve thought you had a head wound and broken bones.

“Why is she even alive?” His follow up question is accusatory. “This is Hydra we’re talking about. They built weapons that disintegrate men and captured a scientist to create a super-soldier serum. They’re led by a lunatic with a melted face. There’s no way they would have kidnapped a mechanic and keep her alive. She worked for them. She knows too much. Why would they risk her escaping and telling us what she knows?”

“If it’s her loyalty you’re questioning, sir, you have no reason to. Hydra has killed everyone she holds dear. She has no family and even her mentor was killed by them. You all saw it. She was taken from her home that didn’t even have any German connections other than the Hydra spy she fitted with a prosthetic arm. Hydra has done nothing for her.” She pauses, appearing to inhale deeply to gather herself. “I don’t think we have any reason to suspect she is undercover on their behalf. I believe Colonel Phillips knows this well; she refused coming to Europe for the SSR in fear that Hydra would find her.” 

He appears satisfied with her defense, raising his hands in surrender. 

“Any more questions?” she asks, crossing her arms, her tone somewhat challenging. 

After a moment, Colonel Phillips stands. “Thank you, Agent. Have a seat.” Nodding, she finds a chair next to Howard. “Now, we have decided to task our former mechanic with being Mr. Stark’s assistant in weapons and she’ll work with Agent Carter in tactics. She has good intel, but we don’t want her skills going to waste. I’m sure she can help think up some good ways to keep our boys safe. I will debrief with her again in the coming days to see if she remembers anything more.” 

After opening the floor to questions again, Phillips dismisses the meeting. Steve watches from his seat as everyone gets up, scattering to their respective workplaces. 

“Stark, Carter, get to work. We need to make sure Rogers and his men are well equipped and ready. Don’t wanna be sending our chorus girl into the fray in his little spangled suit.” 

Phillips looks proud of his joke as he smiles for a split second. His face straightens quickly and he nods before dismissing himself. 

“If you’ll excuse me, boys,” Peggy leaves shortly after. “Should attend to your tactics, Captain.” 

“I should get to working on your stuff,” Howard excuses himself and pats him on the shoulder. “I’ll make sure you don’t look as ridiculous as you do on the stage.”

“Actually,” Steve stops him, “I kinda liked that uniform.” 

Stark looks thoughtful for a minute before he laughs. “Well, I’ll find a compromise. The little miss absolutely hates that suit.” 

Tilting his head and squinting, Steve leaves and heads towards the canteen. 

-----

“I hear you hate my suit.”

The baritone of his voice pulls you from the pages you’re reading. 

He stands in his dress greens again, a dashing smirk on his face as the lights illuminate him from behind, making his hair look like a golden halo above his head. 

“Who told you that?” You close your book, looking at him curiously. Setting it on your bedside table, you sit up a little more. 

“Stark,” he states plainly.

You chuckle once, shaking your head. You expect him to be laughing too, but when you look back up at him, he’s shuffling from one foot to the other. 

“Um, did you--?” you begin, but he blurts out in the middle of your question, “Can I help you with anything?”

“I’m sorry?” you ask, confused. 

“Well, I just...I was wondering if you needed anything. Are you hungry? Or how’s your leg?”

“Oh--” 

“What about the pillow behind you, does that need to be fluffed? Maybe I could bring you another book.” 

“Steve--?”

“Just...anything you need?” 

You blink, waiting for him to continue. When he says nothing else, you pipe up. “Well, I’d love some water.” 

He’s quick to accommodate you, walking to the cart on the other side of the room to grab a pitcher and bring it over to your bedside. He picks up the glass next to your book and begins to pour. 

You’re not quite sure how it happened--perhaps some water got on the handle which made it slippery--but the metal vessel fell out of his grip and bounced on your mattress before clattering loudly on the floor. 

The water is making itself known as it seeps through your blanket and your hospital gown, making you cringe away. Steve’s eyes are wide and his cheeks are rosy, the bright color spreading all the way to his ears. 

“I’m so sorry!” He looks up at the hospital staff that heard the ruckus, “I’m sorry, it slipped. She needs a new gown...and bed.” 

They come to assist you, a nurse nudging him out of the way as she lays some rags down to soak up the puddle on the floor. 

“Excuse me, Captain,” she says politely. 

He steps back, watching as the team helps you out of bed to stand on your feet. His heart sinks at the pain you must be in from your ribs, but it doesn’t show on your face. 

“I’ll just,” he excuses himself, but no one is paying attention. 

Shaking his head, he goes to the canteen to sulk. 

---

“I’m back.” 

Steve’s next to your new bed, hands carrying a tray and you can imagine the precarious journey he took to get from the canteen to here. 

“You eat supper yet?” 

“No.” You’re a little relieved. Your nose detects the comforting scent of buttered mashed potatoes and baked chicken. Steve sets the tray in your lap and your eyes gobble the sight, bright orange carrots brilliant against your eyes and a warm bread roll with a pat of butter inviting you to take a bite. “This is the best,” you gush, “I’ve eaten ham sandwiches and Jell-O for the past five days.” 

You close your eyes at the feeling of airy, fluffy fresh bread in your mouth, loving the crunch of the crust between your teeth. 

You moan happily before turning to him. “Thank you,” you smile.

He nods, “Of course. I hope it makes up for my stupid blunder earlier. I’m really sorry about that.”

You observe him as you take another bite, watching him as he watches you. You can’t describe it, but his face manages to say it all.

“Somehow I feel like you’re not here to just apologize for the spilled water. It really wasn’t a huge problem, by the way. They just moved me and gave me a new gown.” 

“Well, I--” he gives a one-handed shrug before bringing his palm to the back of his neck, rubbing the skin there nervously. “I also just...wanted to say sorry.” 

You hum, reaching to the bedside table and sipping from the glass of water. “‘Sorry’ for what?” 

There’s a look in his eyes, something somber and guilt-ridden that makes the blue a little dull. “For leaving you. There. With them.” 

Your head stings, eyes squeezing shut. You can feel your body jolt and a word echoes as if it’s coming from above you. 

Befehl.

You shake your head vigorously, gasping a little. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Sorry, I’m not sure what happened.” 

“Should I call the doctor?”

“No, no. I’m okay.” You gave your head another small jostle before addressing his apology. “Steve, you have nothing to be sorry about. I knew what I was getting into when I jumped out of the plane with you. I’m here now, I’m okay.” 

“But I--”

“Steve, it was my choice.” 

Your sentence seems to stun him into silence. He closes his eyes and gives a reluctant smile. “I guess you’re right.” 

The corner of your mouth twitches up as he concedes. You eat for a few minutes, a little self conscious as you notice his watching you. 

“So...uh, what’s your favorite color?” 

You laugh. “Captain Rogers, why are you here other than to bring me dinner, give me a completely unnecessary apology, and ask me what my favorite color is?” 

“Howard and Peggy are working tonight,” he uses his thumb to point to the door. “I didn’t want you to be alone.” 

There’s a flutter in your stomach, a surge of warmth and happiness that blooms in your chest, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your mouth or the heat that gathers in your face. 

“Well, thank you,” you say as calmly as you can, trying to deflect your emotions by feeding yourself more supper. “How’s your friend? Bucky?” 

He smiles, too, before diving into a story about him. 

He stays as long as he can, telling you stories as you eat and try to not squirt water out of your nose when he makes you laugh. You forget there’s a battle raging on above your heads and across the English Channel. You forget there’s a chance of a Blitz in the evening, or even during the day. 

Forgetting is dangerous. It’s a distraction from what’s really important and demands your attention. 

But you don’t see anything wrong here when you’re on bedrest. 

“They’ll be working again tomorrow,” he says as he gets up when visiting hours are over. “I don’t know when they’ll be free to visit. I could…” He hesitates, looking down and pursing his lips. “I could come by again. Bring you more dinner.” 

You don’t mind being alone, but you don’t tell him that. 

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Unexpected Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era Post-Hogwarts 

Link to Part 3 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M 

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The sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door roused from your deep sleep. You heard Regulus groan beside you as he lifted enough to look at the clock.

“The fuck?”

Regulus grumbled. Who the hell was waking him up at 7:30 am when Halley was sleeping?

“What?”

Regulus snapped. The door opened and James stepped in with his hand over his eyes.

“Do you two have clothes on?”

“No.”

Regulus replied, with a grin. The more that he could make James uncomfortable the happier Regulus would be. He wasn’t a fool. Regulus knew that James was still pissed over you running off and getting married. For the few days that the three of you had been staying with James and Lily, James had barely said 4 words to you and it was beginning to annoy Regulus. He made a mental note to talk to James later.

You, meanwhile, gave your husband a small displeased expression as James spoke again.

“That’s just great. I really don’t want to be in here but Reg, your mother is here and we don’t know what to do with her. She’s trying to tell Sirius that he’s doing everything wrong with Halley. They are about to fight. Not to sound concerned but I would pay to see it but I don’t want my kitchen destroyed either.

Regulus quickly got up in search of his abandoned pants. This was the last thing that he wanted to deal with. He needed some form of caffeine before dealing with Walburga or Sirius.

“Fuck shit crap...what the fuck is she doing here?”

James, who had turned around, shrugged.

“We wondered the same thing. It's kind of funny though. Halley is looking at your mother like she hasn’t seen anything like her before.”

Regulus sighed.

“Because she hasn’t. Y/n and I don’t act like raving lunatics around her. Whether you want to believe it or not, but we used to live a very drama-free life. I knew this would happen. We would tell her and she is just going to show up at random times. Who the hell comes visiting at 7:30?”

“You drama-free? Forgive me for not believing that. As far as your mother, she’s been here since 7.”

James clarified. For once, James had to agree with Regulus on something. When James opened his door that morning to see Walburga Black on the other side, he had to make sure that the world hadn’t ended. James was under the impression that Walburga never wanted to see him again. After all, the horrible woman screamed it at his face when Sirius ran away and James was not the least bit upset.

Regulus turned.

“7? Normal people are sleeping at 7...oh wait...this is my mother that we are talking about...carry on. You said that Sirius has Halley?”

James nodded.

“He’s protecting her like a little piece of gold. I think it's annoying your mother and that is what’s the best about it. She wanted to hold her and Sirius told her that his turn wasn’t over and she has to wait in line.”

You ran a hand through your hair trying not to sigh. This was going to a giant mess!

“I got this,Y/n.”

Regulus muttered as he pulled on a shirt and stormed downstairs. If his mother thought for one minute that she was going to sink her claws into his daughter, she had another thing coming! The last thing that Regulus was going to let happen was Halley have a horrible childhood like him. He would die before that happened.

It's a good thing that we willed Halley to Sirius. I could rest in peace knowing that she is safe with him. I will rest better knowing that James also doesn’t have her.

Regulus thought with a pleased smile. The two of you had sat down one night after Halley was born and decided “who do we really hate the most?” Regulus thought the whole thing was rather amusing until you made the comment,

“We need to decide who would be best to raise our child if something happens to us. Do you really find our child’s security a laughing matter?”

The two of you had come to an agreement that Halley would go to Sirius since James and Lily had Harry to worry about. Of course, James and Lily could be involved as they liked in their niece's life but Regulus was adamant that Halley went to Sirius and you agreed.

Walburga looked up when Regulus stormed into the room. She automatically frowned at her youngest son’s disheveled appearance. Regulus’ curly hair was a mess and his shirt was untucked. Walburga hadn’t seen her son look this bad in ages. If Walburga wasn’t hell-bent on holding her granddaughter she would make a comment about Regulus looking sloppy.

“Regulus, make your brother give me the baby.”

Regulus’ attention went to Sirius who sat at the table cuddling Halley. Without saying anything, Regulus eagerly took the cup of coffee that Lily was holding out to him. He didn’t turn to face his mother who looked like she was about to blow a fuse over being ignored. It vaguely reminded Regulus of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction. If she started screeching, “I will not be ignored” Regulus wouldn’t be able to fight the urge to laugh at her. What was she going to do, after all? Send him to his room?

“Regulus, you are ignoring me.”

Walburga snapped. Regulus shook his head and pointed to the cup of coffee in his hand.

“See, he has to have the motivation to deal with you too. He’s just too nice to say it.”

Sirius commented. Walburga huffed as she sat back down at the table. Her dark eyes were focused on her eldest son and granddaughter.

“You should have socks on the baby. She’s going to catch a cold.”

“It's warm in here.”

Sirius muttered.

“Sheesh mother, would you sit down and take a pill or something? It isn’t like we are going to let her crawl through a puddle of bleach or something. We aren’t heathens.”

Walburga rolled her eyes before standing up and turning back to her youngest son.

“We are having dinner with our whole family tonight. Bring your wife and the child...and for Merlin’s sake brush your hair. You look like your father did after Sirius was born...I swear a woman has a baby and the father goes to pieces.”

Regulus finally had enough coffee to be able to process his thoughts clearly.

“I haven’t gone to pieces, mum. I was asleep. It's barely 7:45...most people are sleeping.”

Walburga put on her sweater with a disapproving scowl that used to send Sirius and Regulus running. Her face reminded Regulus of the time that he had caught the living room drapes on fire.

“I’m sure your wife wasn’t sleeping. You should help her with the child.”

Regulus groaned.

“Mother, I swear to god...it is too early and I haven’t had enough…”

Sirius jumped up and tugged Regulus after him.

“Happy family time is over mother. They will show up to your cult dinner later. Try not to ruin him any more than you already have.”

“You’re not coming, are you?”

Walburga questioned. She didn’t want to deal with Sirius more than she had to. If she dealt with him too much then she could develop feelings for his sassy sarcastic self and she didn’t want anything to deal with that. She was catching enough feelings being around Regulus and Halley. Adding Sirius to the mix would be a disaster!

“Not in a million years.”

Sirius replied before leaving the room muttering to Halley about her family being crazy and to not listen to anything that anyone told her.

“I’ll tell you all about the cult when you get old enough to understand. Your crazy grandma is an alcoholic and needs her special cider to function.”

Regulus shook his head before turning back to his mother who looked ready to start yelling. The fact that Walburga Black wasn’t screaming spoke volumes about her actually want to be involved in Halley’s life.

“We’ll come, mother.”

That evening you stood beside Regulus as the two of you stared at the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

“Why are we doing this again?”

Regulus questioned. You sighed as he snuggled Halley closer to him.

“We are being good people and Halley deserves to know both sides of her family.”

Regulus didn’t make any facial expression before turning to you.

“We can just tell her that my family is a bunch of shady characters that she really doesn't need to know. Hell, Sirius can back us up on that one. Halley has your family and she has Sirius...that's enough from my family. She doesn’t need to grow up witnessing these psychos in action.”

Before you could respond the front door opened. Orion stood on the other and smiled seeing Halley in her father’s arms.

“There you two are. We were wondering what was taking so long. Now let me have her.”

You watched as Regulus made a pained expression the moment that his father snatched Halley from him. Orion spent the next few moments smiling down at her as Halley started tugging at the buttons of his vest. ‘

Regulus silently prayed that Halley would start pulling hair that night. That would be one hell of a way to make an introduction into the family...giving someone a new bald spot.

“Come on it. Everyone else is here.”

Regulus reached over and wrapped his hand around yours. You couldn’t help feeling sad when you noticed the dark expression on Regulus’ face. It was the same expression that he had the day before. You assumed that this would be a normal thing anytime that the two of you were in the Black family home.

Multiple sets of eyes rolled up when you stepped into the room with Regulus. You knew a few of the people already. Narcissa and Lucius were looking at the two of you with wide eyes while Bellatrix scowled in your direction. The horrible woman almost made a comment but was stopped the moment Narcissa elbowed her in the side.

Walburga smiled before turning to Druella.

“I assume that you haven’t been told but Regulus and Y/n married not long ago. This is their daughter Halley.”

Regulus hated the way that his aunt and cousins were looking around at each other as if saying,

How is he still here? How is Regulus still with us? What was Walburga thinking?

Walburga turned back to her youngest son with a pleased smile.

“Sit down.”

The next half an hour was the tensest of your life. While Walburga had been overly nice to you the day before, tonight she was in a constant conversation with her sister-in-law. Tonight, she was clearly showing the true colors that Regulus mentioned to you before.

So much for being hopeful….

You thought as Narcissa turned to you. She gave you a sweet smile.

“Halley is a darling little girl. How old is she?”

“Four months.”

Regulus replied. Narcissa again smiled ignoring her cousin’s careful gaze. Regulus wasn’t about to let his guard down. He didn’t care how sweet Narcissa pretended to be. Regulus wasn’t as concerned about Narcissa as he was Bellatrix. His older cousins’ cold gaze was locked on the two of you.

“She’s the same age as our Draco. How wonderful they are the same age! Did you have a hard time with the pregnancy?”

You shook your head before putting your drink down.

“Not at all. A little morning sickness but that was it. Her birth wasn’t bad either.”

Your eyes flickered over to Regulus who had a small smile on his face.

“I think we both did well.”

Narcissa’s mouth dropped.

“You mean, Regulus stayed in the room with you? He didn’t leave?”

You immediately realized just what Draco’s birth was probably like for Narcissa. She was probably in some cold sterile room all alone. “He was with me the whole time. He may have been a bit traumatized but he did just fine.”

Narcissa immediately glared at Lucius. The man was giving Regulus the biggest “fuck you” expression imaginable.

“I think that you and I will have a talk later.”

Both Lucius and Narcissa sat hissing at each other quietly for the next fifteen minutes. You leaned over to Regulus.

“I think I just caused a rift between them.”

Regulus smirked. He couldn’t give two shits as to what was pissing Narcissa and Lucius off. They could get hit by a bus for all Regulus cared.

Bellatrix, who had been listening quietly, the whole time was finally beginning to have enough. She wasn’t thrilled with the fact that Regulus brought you home. Since when was he allowed to go marry whomever he wished? Bella didn’t have that luxury nor did Narcissa or any other woman. Regulus probably got to do as he wished because he was a male.

Stupid double standard.

Bellatrix muttered before turning to Narcissa.

“Regulus was always the weak one. Now look he’s gone and knocked up a blood traitor.”

She said it loud enough for you to hear. You had to stop yourself from turning to hex the bitch. If you needed another reason to hate Bella. She had given you one. Clearly, she knew nothing about her cousin. Regulus was anything but weak.

“Reggie, can we go home now?”

You whispered in his direction. Regulus’ eyes turned in your direction. He had somehow started talking to his father.

“Soon.”

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hungry hingry hippos (dad!cal)

a/n: sorry for the typos!! this is both cute and smutty. well, i think it’s cute in some parts, haha. definitely smutty though. you can read my other dad!cal blurbs/one shots/whatever you want to call them here and if you would like to be tagged when i post, please just send me a message!! <3

warnings: drinking, swearing, slight dom!cal, spitting, idk if i would call it cum play, shoking

length: 4.3k

you've been home alone with calum for less than an hour and a half. your sister has the kids for the evening and this, the alone time, is long overdue. between tours and having two kids under the age of five you need this. the very first thing that happened when you got home from dropping the kids off was calum attaching himseld to you, pressing you up against the door and biting at your lips as he hungrily kissed you. you'd welcomed it entirely, letting your hands pull at his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a short trail to the living room. that was as far as you'd made it before he had you the first time, on the sofa with your knees bent high. your thighs squeezed his waist as you'd come undone under him, one of his arms braced on the arm as the other had snaked between you to let his fingers swirl around your clit, making sure you'd finished first before letting himself go with a series of short erratic thrusts. after that, you'd nearly fell asleep there, him on top of you, exhausted from not the act but from life, and the kids, and how nothing ever stopped.

"nope, we're not doing this," you nudged him, nudging him off of you so you could get up from under him. you didn't bother with clothes as you made your way to the kitchen, tip toeing for a couple of wine glasses long forgotten about. they don't look dusty but you give them a quick rinse and dry anyway before looking over to see calum's naked form appearing.

"we have to take full advantage of our night to ourselves," you insist as he comes up behind you and wraps you in his arms, his lips doing what they're good at, attaching thermselves to your neck in a silly raspberry, making you laugh loudly and wiggle back against him, somehow coming closer even though you're trying to get away.

"we drinkin?" he asks between his first and second raspberry, noticing the wine glasses you have in front of you on the counter and you can't help but wiggling around in his arms, nodding your head as you look up at him, letting your hand come up to let your fingers flick at one of his nipples. the appearance of the poutn on his lips is immediate and more laughter spills from you.

"payback," you mumble quietly as you make tyourself tall enough to press a kiss to his lips, appreciating the fact that he meets you in the middle, letting the kiss transition into something a little deeper before you pull back with a genuine smile on your face. "wine night," you answer his question. he lets you go with a nod, moving to the wine rack to contemplate your choices.

"cab sauv or pino grigio or malbec?" he questions and you actually have to take a moment and to think about it because you know he's looking at the good stuff, the stuff that's not a ten dollar bottle of red or whate, whatever you're feeling that day. this is special.

"malbec." you finally answer, looking at him before continuing. "we have that aged cheddar and that chocolate, i think. with the chilis in it? unless..." you trail off, eyes narrowing as you glare at him a little at even the thought that he may have both found and consumed the chocolate you're talking about.

"don't look at me that way," he laughs, shaking his head and reaching out for the proper bottle, "i have no idea where you hid that chocolate, so unless our four year old climbed up to wherever you put it, it should still be safe,"

a moment later sees you pushing a chair up to the counter and climbing up so you can reach the highest cabinet. opening it, you nod your head as the chocolat ein question comes into sight. you grab it easily, closing the door quickly and climbing back down and appearing at calum's side again like you'd never been clumbing on your kitchen counter at all.

"i am fully aware i need a new snack hiding spot now but if you will please pretend you didn't see that for the next week, i would very much appreciate that," you hold up the unopened bar of lindt chocolate with a smile, handing it to him. "and guard this with your life,"

you work swiftly as a team, calum opening the wine bottle as you find five year old aged cheddar in the fridge, cutting up a generous amount of cubes for the both of you so you can go back to the living room, finding yourselves sitting on the floor bottle of wine and a cutting board of cheese and chocolate between you. it almost feels weird to have nothing to do. there's always something. amaia and kai always need something. you'd like to say they took turns needing things but the truth was they both constantly needed something whether it was your two year old son asking to go tot he potty after he'd already done his job in his diaoer )he wasn't quite there, but he was definitely getting the idea) or your four year old daughter somehow sneaking off with the dog only to emerge both covered in glitter and markers. the quiet was nearly unsettling. it took a bottle of wine for the both of you to be sitting there, finally relaxed and non constantly thinking back to take a survey of where your children were and what they were doing.

you didn't even really know what to do with yourselves without the kids around. somewhere after the first glass of wine, after you'd had a full conversation about how kai was definitely left handed, and a whole different conversation about how the way he seemed to stand four inches from the televison told you that maybe his viewing distance wasn't the reason you suspected he needed glasses. maybe it was the fact that he tried to always stand so close lead you to thinking he couldn't see very well to begin with.

sometime during glass two you'd shifted on the floor, calum crawling over to the shelf of childrens board games, wiggling his butt at you as he did, before coming back with a couple boxes in his hands. you go for snakes and ladders first, setting up and happily sipping at the wine and chewing on the chocolate as you embark on a game.

"what the fuck thats not fair!" he exclaims as he's almost won, only to land on a spot that sends him the whole board, all the way back to nearly the start. you cackle with glee. a couple minutes later as you roll the exact number on the dice that you need to reach the end and win, you gloat.

"to me!" you raise your glass in a sloppy toast. theres's a smile on his face as he clinks glasses with you and you both down the rest of the good wine in your glasses. the next bottle you crack is not nearly as nice, but it's okay because you're drunk and floaty, and somehow it tastes just sa good with the sweet heat of the chocolate and the salty aged cheese.

you packing up the snakes and ladders. it looks just like your four year old packed it away. calum with his bigger body and his higher alcohol tolerance from tour laughs as he straightens it out and sets it to the side. it doesn't take long for his naked body to lean over a little and reach for a different box, looking at you with a smirk as he holds it up; hungry hungry hippos. your mouth drops open a little, head tilting as if to warn him before you can even form words.

"you're going down, hood," you speak a moment later as he opens the box up and sets the game up between you. you waste no time in refilling the wine glassses with the cheap stuff he'd brought back from the kitchen before you shift closer to get ready. if it weren't for the wine you'd feel a chill on the expanse of your back, hunched over a little because you mean business. in truth, goosebumps started to speckle over your skin, though neither you or calum would be able to tell if they were from beind cold or being competitive. there was something about hungry hungry hippos that turned you into lunatics, all of you. while the kids weren't present right now, you were both fully aware that the competitive streak you had between you was only bound to get more vicious when you didn't have to curb it for the sake of teaching the kids by example.

"no, you're giong down,  hood," he was just as competitive, his own body hunched forward, hand placed at the lever on his skid of the board, ready to start slapping at it.

"okay on go. and i swear to god if you even hit that thing before..." your threat is meant with laughter as calum shakes his head at you.

"already scared to lose.  no confidence," he teases you amd you face settles into competition mode.

"3... 2.... `... go!" you watch him as you clowly count down and before you can even get the wrod go out of your mouth you're both slapping at the levers, both of you playing dirty, neither of you listening to the rules you'd set out for yourself.

"you little!!" you cry out your accusation, your free hand flying out to shove him a little, trying to distract him from the good game you know he plays. the thing is he knows you well and just ass soon as your arm is extended, so is his, and he's not playing nicely. his large hand covers your  breast, squeezing clumsily as laughter pours from his lips. you yell out, dropping your hand to his thigh and squeezing back.

"CALUM! LET GO OF MY BOOB!" you yell at him. all the while your hand moves further up his thigh, nails digging in a little because you know he likes that.

"I WAS PREEMPTIVELY DEFENDING MYSELF!" he calls back out to you. both your free hands are slapping wildly at the plastic levers, rapidly making your hippos mouths move up and down, noisily chomping on tiny plastic balls, trying to swallow the most of them in the fastst time. he doesn't let go of your boob and you give up on his thigh, your arm moving out to shove at his face instead.

"THIS IS NOT FAIR!" he accuses you, and your elbow bends a litt,e body hunching in his direction to try and nudge his arm off of you. and that's when he brings you to a complete stop,  his teeth sinking inro your finger and even the amount of wine you have in you cushions the sharp pain you feel.

"calum, fuck!" your movements stop and you pull your hand back, bringing it to your chest and guarding it carefully. the game is forgotten about and you can't even control the pout that's forming on your lips or the tears welling in your eyes. the thing is, your feelings aren't that hurt but even if you enjoy a bit of pain sometimes, your tolerance for it tends to be low.

"that fycking hurt, you turd," you've never been friendly with your words, and usually they come out in a playful joking tone. you can't control the slight bite they have to them this time and as you hear yourself, you move to stand, bare feet slapping the floot as you make your way to your bedroom, wiping at your tears because more than anything you're embarrassed by how serious that got.

"baby, come back. i'm sorry," he's up and following you as quick as it takes him to process that you've gotten up and walked away. it's not until you're both standing in the bedroom that he catches your arm, pulling it gently toward him and lifting the finger in question up to his face so he can inspect it. he's acting purely on instinct now, you've seen  him do this dozens of times to amaia and kai, inspecting their ouches and deeming them minor enough that they're okay, but major enough to need a kiss to make it better. that's exactly what he does, bringing your finger to his lips and pressing three small kisses to it from the tip to the base.

"all better," he smiles at you before dropping your hand. instead his arms move, encircling you and pulling your body toward his. the heat of his skin is comforting and you can't help but let your head press to his shoulder, nodding your head with a sigh as he rubs slow circles onto the skin of your  back. you're content where you are, letting him hold you for a minute, soaking in his uninterrupted affection. there's no kids about to tear you away from one another, your phones are down in the licing room with your discarded clothing and even though there's a tiny worry at the back of your mind that you're missing the call that might be telling you one of your kids crackled their skull open, you know that's just anxiety. besides, you're too drunk to be able to do anything about it if it were to happen. if your kids needed their parents, their sitter would have to bring them home to you.

you pull back after a long moment, looking up at calum with a little smile of your own. "now i know why kai's biting his sister," you point out and calum shakes his head laughing, reaching down to tickle your sides, earning himself a shriek from you as you wiggle your body away from him, lauhing and shaking your own head. you can't help yourself. before you know it you're retaiating, unable to let your competitive side settle even though it had earned you an actual hurtful bite a few moments ago. the way your fingers find his nipple is natural and you're ruthless as you grab ont it, twisting quick and sharp before letting go, getting ready to run.

"fuck!" the single word falls from his litps and it's really more of a hiss. there isn't even time for you to move away from him before the arms he'd previously been practically cradling you with tighten around you. what could only  be described as a small shriek leaves you as he turns your body, whirling you around so that your back is pressed flush against his chest. the hand that had been tickling your side is pressed to your neck firmly. he tugs you against him and you let out a gasp. he's already hard. the unmistakable feeling of his cock pressing into your backside makes you shiver against him and there's no way you can  help but push back, your back arching off of him as you push your backside firmly onto him so he can feel you.

"you're askin for it," his voice is deeper, and you nod your head against him before leaning it back to let it rest on his shoulder as a bit of dark laughter tumbles past your lips.

"want it," long gone are the days that you got shy about telling him what you want.

"tell me," he commands, his grip on your neck tightening just a little bit, eliciting a small impatient sigh from you.

"want your dick inside me," you comply immediately. there's no use in wasting time. he doesn't think so either. one, two, three beats later has you turned back artound, his hands shoving you back onto the bed. you land with an 'ooof' but it's followed closely by a moan as his hands grip at your thighs, pulling you back to the edge as he settles between your thighs. you watch him as he takes himself in his hand.

"fuck," the single word comes out in a whine and a pout forms on your lips as calum has the audacity to laugh at hoe desperate you are for him. he takes his time, hand running up and down his dick while the other comes up to you, petting your center with his fingers, spreading you and making sure you're still wet deom earlier. he barely grazes your clit and you whine again, moving your hips, trying to chase his fingers with your body before he's letting you go and guiding himself into you.

"fuckin magic," he mumbles, burying himself deep, bottoming out on the first thrust. his hands slide under your thighs, gripping hard as he pulls you just a bit further to him, your ass just off the edge. then one of your legs is up on  his shoulder, his head turning to press messy kisses to the skin on your ankle, sucking at you, biting, leaving marks in unsuspecting places. he fucks you hard and fast, pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself over and over again. every push of his hips is met with a gasp or a cry from you and where your hands would normally move to cover your mouth, or where he would be trying to quiet you with a pillow so th ekids can't hear, you let them out into the air. there's no one around. no one is about to cry for you to fix something. calum isn't about to be needed to settle an argument between siblings. it's just the two of you and you're going to take advantage of it.

"fuck, fuck," it seems to be the only word he knows right now, eyes closed, mouth hanging oen against the skin of your ankle as he pulls out and stays there for a moment before just barely pushing back in, teasing you over and over with the head of himself. he knows exactly how your body works, that there's a sweet section of nerves around your entrance, that teasing it with just the tip will somehow have you wriggling under him, hips rocking up wanting more. just as you cry out louder, whining because you can feel the familiar heat of orgazm pooling deep in your belly, he slams all the way back in and you scream. you're done. he leans forward, bending you with him, and his back curls to press his open mouthed kisses to your breasts, moaning against you as he captures a nipple with his mouth, sucking lazy for a moment before he abandons the effort. instead he braces himself with one hand on the bed, the other reaching for yours. it's almost tender the way he laces your fingers, giving your hand a squeeze before bringing it up to his neck and letting it go. you know what he wants. the way his hips are starting to move erratically tells you he's close. you don't even need to hear him.

"gonna cum," he warns you anyway and you nod, pressing your hand to his neck hard, making sure both your thumb and index finger are on either side, cutting off his circulation just enough. even then, he sinks his neck further into your hand, eyes falling shut, mouth hung open as he burys himself into you one last time. the sound tha tleaves him can only be descrubed as a strangled yell, the sound lower than it normally would be. you wait until you know he's finidhed before letting his neck go, your legs falling slack at his side as he collapses on top of you. both your chests are heaving against one another and he stays inside of you, resting there while he recovers. you let h im take his time before nudhing him off of you and when you expect h im to roll to the side, he only sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you. you're exactly where he put you before, the perfect spot for him to lazily lift a thigh over his shoulder as he rallies, burying his face in you. he's never been selfish.

"oh my god," you mumble, lifting your head to look down at him. the sight of you covering his nose and mouth, brown eyes peering up at you hungrily always drives you insane. you can feel his tongue lapping at you,the muscle flattening as he licks you from top to bottom and back up again, venturing so close to your asshole, teasing you for a moment before you feel his hands on the backs of your thighs again, this time pushing them up, exposing more of your backside to him as he licks you there, teasing the ring of muscle that you can't help  but clench a little as he works, willing yourself to relax into him. it's fucking magical, the way he can make you come undone with just his tongue.

"calum. baby. i'm-fuck," you whine. none of your words come out coherently and you're left with your mouth hanging open, hips jerking as he brings his tongue back to your warm center, teasing you there too. you  can hear the sounds he's making, the wet squishing of not only you but him as he moans into you.

"we taste so fuckin good. you're such a good girl," he praises you and gives one fell swoop of his tongue over the length of you before dropping your legs. then he's hovering above you, smirking a little as one of his hands holds the bottom of your chin. your mouth is still hanging openm ready and waiting for what he's got for you. he spits right into your mouth and you whine loudly, mouth closing as your tongue swirls the weird sweet salty mixture of his cum and your slick around your mouth.

"so fuckin good," he repeats himself and just like that he's returning to where he'd been. tongue lapping at you with a purpose. he wastes no time sliding two long fingers into you and curling them forward. he's an expert at this. you can remember when he wasn't; when you had to give him instructions and guidamce on how to make you feel good. those days were long gone. not he knew exactly which ways to curl his fingers to find the exact spot that would unravel you, leave you with a heavy chest and moands falling uncontrollably from your lips. his free hand came up, arm laying across your hips to hold you down as he found tge soit ge was looking for, bracing himself against you as the sounds coming from you got louder, hips fighting harder against him. he worked his fingers inside of you, tongue pressing in the spaces around your clit and occasionally right onto it as you shook, trembling under him. a heel pressed hard onto his back, surely leaving a bruise as you let go entirely. your orgasm was like a wave crashing over your whole body and he stayed with you through the whole thing, slowly letting up his assault as your hips slowed. his grip on you loosened and you whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, shiney and coated in a mixture of you both. his movements were slow and languid as he pushed his own body up, watching as you laid with your eyes closed, chest heaving, trying to get control of your breathing. he smirked a little, proud of himself, and lifted his arm to wipe the slick off of his face. he laid besode you with ease, an arm curling around you, bringing you close to his chest. you opened your eyes to look at him. that glazed out look was his favorite and with a tiny, happy laugh he lifted the fingers he'd had inside of you to your mouth. you'd give him anything at this point. willingly, you chased his fingers, though it didn't take much, capturing them between your lips and lazily sucking yourself off of them.

"good girl," he praised you one last time before scooping you up with the other arm, too, moving you further up onto the bed so you could lay comfortably, curled up together, his hands rubbing slow circles onto your skin.

it's ten months after that night that you're awake with a screaming newborn, holding your brand new daughter to your chest as you sit in the rocking chair.

"come on, hungry hungry hana," you encourage her, trying desperately to get her to latch onto you. calum is just as exhausted as you are, leaning against the door frame watching you.

"are you sure you don't want me to try to bottle feed her?" he asks you, even though he  knows the answer will be no. he can't help himself from wanting to make things easier for you. but having three kids doesn't make you any less stubborn than you were when he'd first met you.

"no, we'll get it. it just takes practice," you speak quietly, trying again. she just screams around you impatiently, hungry. calum nods his head and disappears. when he returns aufh a bottle in one hand you give him a pleading look and he takes her from you, brown eyes meeting yours as he asks for permission one more time with his eyes. you nod your  head and a moment later he's got her scooped up into his arms, supporting her head as he rubs the nipple pf the bottle on her lips.

"that it, hungery hungry hana," he coos down at her. she takes it easily, the bottle letting her suckle the milk easier than your breast had. she quiets. relief washes over you as you close your eyes, letting yourself doze.

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17 - I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. || wrongfully accused. ||

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Back at Henrik’s, Marvin remains by Jackie’s bedside. He knows he should go rest and care for himself, but he can’t resist. He runs a thumb down Jackie’s cheek, taking note of his sleeping for. Jackie still hadn’t woken up properly yet, but according to Henrik, he’d stirred briefly, and was still steadily improving. He didn’t need an oxygen mask anymore, he didn’t need to be hooked up to several machines anymore, it seems as if Jackie is finally going to recover wholly. Marvin can tell that Jackie’s own healing is finally kicking in, as well.

He glances up when he hears footsteps shuffle in. He stiffens when he sees it’s Amon, but Marvin refuses to get up. “He’s okay, Amon, I’ve got him.”

“I know. I heard from Henrik and Chase. You could have told me too, you know. Considering I was just as concerned for him.”

“You’ve been giving me the silent treatment for several days, I didn’t think I’d get through to you. I have no reason to talk to you now. Now go away and let me spend time with my husband.”

“The one you abandoned, you mean,” Amon quips.

Marvin flinches. “Can we not do this in here? I don’t want Jackie to wake up to an argument.”

“Okay, so let’s go upstairs then, because I have a lot I’m finally ready to say to you.” Amon’s voice goes flat. “You do not get to tell me no, you have a lot to answer for.”

Marvin says nothing in response. He knows Amon is right, they need to have this conversation. Marvin didn’t think he’d feel so sick all over again. With a quiet sigh, he bends over to give Jackie a small forehead kiss, whispering a promise he’ll come back soon. Jackie murmurs quietly in his sleep, twitching once before going still. With that, Marvin gets up and follows Amon out of the lab and back up into the living room. The only other occupant is Erin, who’s playing on his phone.

“Can you go outside for a bit?” Amon asks politely. “Your dad and I need to talk.”

“This…” Erin starts to argue. He glances up when he sees the expressions on both their faces. “I just remembered I wanted to go see Jackie too, so. You know what? Bye.” He gets up and zooms out of the room in a hurry. 

The two men watch him leave before turning back to face each other. “Okay,” Amon says. “Talk to me. Tell me how exactly you didn’t abandon Jackie because from where I’m standing, it’s pretty damning.”

“I had no choice!” Marvin snarls, losing his temper. “I was backed into a corner, okay?”

“No choice? Damn it Marvin, this was Jackie! I’m have a really hard time not blaming you for his current condition. You have fucking magic, you could have slowed down time to grab Jackie and run. Instead you fled like a coward!” 

“You’re always going to worry about Jackie, aren’t you?” Marvin blurts. It’s inappropriate, he knows. It’s a pointless deterrent from the main conversation, it’s his own jealousy coming out. Is he even jealous of their friendship? He doesn’t know anymore. “I was held prisoner too.”

Amon storms forward, grabbing at Marvin’s wrists. He turns them over, looking at the healing bruises that still remain. “Yes, I can see that. Bruised wrists, chained to the wall, what a tragedy. So sad, definitely more important that your fucking husband who is in a coma from being tortured. You have no fucking shame, Marvin. Then you have to fucking nerve to throw this back in my face like somehow this is a ‘me’ problem.”

“You’d have done the same in my shoes! I made a split second decision to get help, and look, I found you and Chase! You can’t tell me I completely messed up.”

“I never would have left Jackie.”

“You weren’t in my shoes, Amon! You’re sitting there on some high and mighty throne, acting like you would have been all sacrificing for Jackie’s sake. You don’t think I hate myself over what happened? Of course I blame myself! Of course I’m aware Jackie’s upset with me, I’m aware you’re pissed! You fled a scene too when you needed help, when you have your own set of powers to easily defend yourself with. I would give anything for Jackie, and I am.”

“I want you to hate yourself. You deserve to feel guilty, you know why? Because Jackie’s in a coma. He could have avoided meeting Merlin at all had you thought just a little bit harder over your actions. What if Jackie had died? What if-”

“What if, what fucking if,” Marvin snaps. “You’re not married to Jackie, I am. I’ve been beating myself up for days over this, agonizing over your stupid potshots against me, feeling like the most worthless human alive every time I look at my husband! I get you would do everything for Jackie, hooray for you! Get over yourself, acknowledge Jackie has a new life that doesn’t always revolve around you, and let other people love him for once.”

Amon stares for a long minute. “I don’t expect Jackie’s life to revolve around me. I’m well aware he lives a different life now. I just want…”

“So back off me! Yes, I left him. I left to find help, and we all saved him. You kicked ass, Amon. You were there when I needed you, so drop this self righteous act and forgive me. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I left Jackie, I’m sorry every day that I left him in Jason’s hands. I’m always going to blame myself even without your judgement, so just. Back off. I already know.”

“I guess I got a little...carried away,” Amon relents. “I was so focused on Jackie’s condition, I never stopped to ask how you were doing.”

“I’m aware.” Marvin’s voice is short. “I’m traumatized, even though you didn’t ask. Watching Jason torture, poision, and kick Jackie around for two days is not my idea of fun. I close my eyes and wonder if Jackie would have died if not for Henrik. Would he have died if I wasn’t able to find help? Would he have died even if I had taken him with me, miraculously?”

“Marvin…”

“I’m furious, Amon. I’m angry and heartbroken. Because of everything I went through, the most scarring moment was hearing Jackie whisper that he doesn’t trust me anymore. I can take your pot shots, I can take your judgement, I can take everyone hating me for getting myself out of there. Jackie’s opinion is the only one who matters, and he lost his trust in me. That kills me.” He wipes his eyes, turning away. “I want to go sit by my husband’s bedside and watch over him before Henrik wakes up. If you’re done yelling at me, then I’m-”

His phone rings then, and he pulls it out of his pocket with a frown. Is Jackie calling him? No, Jackie’s asleep in the lab without a phone, Erin with him. Confused, Marvin answers. “Hello?”

“Oh, good. Marvin, it’s Vin.”

Marvin blinks as he turns his gaze back toward Amon. “Vin, why are…?”

“I’m at your apartment. Sorry for crash landing in there, but I needed to portal myself somewhere with a special someone. Where are you right now? No one’s here and I only found Jackie’s cell phone.”

“We’re at Henrik’s.” Marvin turns away to ignore Amon’s frantic gesturing. He can still hear the entity slapping at the walls, probably testing for potential portal openings. “We’re all here.”

“Okay, describe the room you’re in. Can we safely portal in?” 

Marvin’s anger is fading, replaced now with a burning curiosity over who Vin is with. Last he’d heard, Vin had been Cian’s prisoner and now he’s in Marvin’s apartment? Marvin turns back around to face Amon, who’s gesturing toward one blank wall, behind the couch. “We’re in the living room,” he begins. “There’s a couch in front of a blank wall, you can portal through it.”

“Describe the room in more detail, I need to be able to see into your head.”

“How can you do that over the phone?”

“I don’t know, I just need to picture it.”

Marvin rolls his eyes, but begins describing the living room, with as many details he can give. He barely finishes his last sentence when a bright green circle of fire appears on the wall. Both Marvin and Amon scramble back just in time for two figures to tumble through, one more gracefully than the other.

Vin is still on his feet, moving closer to Marvin to hand Jackie’s phone over. “Sorry for taking that, but I needed to call someone and you’re in his favorites.” He steps back and grabs at the second figure roughly, hauling her to her feet. “Also, we need a place to store her. I would very much like to keep her with us for a while.”

Marvin blinks, before turning to stare at Amon. Amon is staring at her with blackened eyes, looking ready to lunge at any second. He turns back to Vin, then the woman in his grasp. She, of course, is screaming and swearing angrily, thrashing in an attempt to pull herself free. Her shortened height against Vin would be hilarious in any other situation.

“Certainly,” Marvin finally says, adopting a charming grin. “Welcome to our clan, Danielle, we’re happy to have you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she snaps. “Get this lunatic away from me! Did you know he pushed me out a god damned window?”

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Vin laughs. “She’s a jokester. Now, a place?” 

Marvin sighs. “I’ll go get Jameson.” He turns and leaves the room, figuring if she was trapped with Vin and Amon both, there’s nowhere she can run to.

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Eiji and Ankh, M (Ever Ever After by Carrie Underwood)

M is for music, and “Ever Ever After,” by Carrie Underwood, is a blast from the past for me and can be found on YouTube. (That version isn’t on Spotify, but if you want to listen to the song there, they do have a version by Jordan Pruitt.) After you read this, it may be worthwhile to go back and read this previous prompt.

Ankh is not, for the most part, familiar with the stories that humans tell each other for comfort. He couldn't care less about human comfort, honestly. But he does know one thing: fairy tale monsters don't get happy endings. If they're lucky they get to eat whatever sickening ingenue is the supposed hero of the story. Some run with their tails between their legs. Mostly, though, they die, killed by knights and heroes and the stupid sons of farmers.

He doesn't bother with the tales, but he's seen some of the art made to go with them. He knows what he is in this story. Consigned once more to a dull and colorless world in which Hino Eiji is the one inexplicable spot of color is probably the best ending he could have hoped for.

Even so, it’s getting harder to focus.

Initially, in the first few years after his...death, his loss, his shattering, he remains aware at all times. During the day he floats behind Eiji, silent and unseen, disgusted by the grayness of the world after a year of light and color. At night, he stands a useless guard, hovering over the one and only object of his desires as if he would be able to do anything to help should danger come. He sees adventures, triumphs, failures, so much gained and so much loss, many and many another hero coming and going and none of them ever as good.

And once, a single, glorious hour of new life, and the feeling of Eiji’s hand in his again.

It’s after that, really, that he finds things becoming difficult. Being able to manifest physically once more had been a gift, but it took so much energy. He continues to follow Eiji, because what else can he do? What else is there for him? But as time stretches on, he finds himself--blacking out, he supposes he might say, the way he sometimes sees Eiji grow tired and succumb to ever-longer blinks before finally falling asleep. At first the black-outs last for minutes, then hours, then days, eventually stretching out to weeks, or maybe months, or maybe longer. He’s only vaguely aware of the passage of time as it is.

And then, after the longest one yet--he wakes up. And he’s cold.

That’s what gets his attention first, that he’s cold, that he feels cold. It’s all he can think about for a minute or two, and then he shifts slightly and realizes that he has multiple limbs, that his hair is in his eyes, that he is stark naked except for a red silk he’d almost forgotten he once had and he seems to be sitting on the floor in someone’s living room.

The first thing Ankh says, having been resurrected, is, “What the fuck just happened?”

“Ankh?”

His head whips around. “Eiji? You, I, you’d better not be dead, I swear to fucking--what’s wrong, you’re extremely pale, what’s happened.”

Eiji grins at him, looking dizzy and, yes, pale, and raises his hand despite the quiet scolding of the old man currently wrapping it in bandages. “Well, it took kind of. A lot of blood.” An unsteady shift forward. “Actually, I think I need to take a nap.”

And he passes out, leaving Ankh to turn to the next person he sees--an elderly woman who’s looking very pleased with herself--and saying, “Ok, what the fucking hell just happened here, and what did you do to Eiji?”

--

Eiji regains consciousness to the sound of Ankh and Dr. Zhakiyanova arguing loudly in German, and Dr. Zhakiyanova‘s husband Dr. Caspari saying, in French, “Here, young man, sit up, you fainted, you need to eat something.”

This is easier said than done, but he does manage to struggle upright after a moment. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until you’ve eaten, young man. Here, there’s tea, and you should eat at least two cookies, it’ll take a bit to get your strength back up.”

Eiji considers pointing out that he’s hardly a young man, he’s nearly fifty, but then he takes a bite of the cookie Dr. Caspari hands him and decides that it really doesn’t matter.

For a few minutes he just sits there, drinking amazingly good tea and eating what might be the best cookies he’s ever had in his life and watching in joyful disbelief as Ankh continues to yell in German. Dr. Zhakiyanova stands there patiently, waiting until there’s a gap in his tirade, and then says, very clearly even to Eiji’s mostly-incomprehending ear, “Young man, perhaps you should put some clothes on.”

Ankh sputters out something about being older than her and then sits down heavily on the couch next to Eiji with his red silk wrapped around him like a robe of state. “Where the hell am I?”

Eiji swallows his mouthful of tea and says, “Northern Kazakhstan. Cookie?”

More outraged sputtering. “You gave your blood to some witch just to bring me back?”

“Hey, Dr. Zhakiyanova’s not just a witch, she has a PhD. She’s a highly respected academic.”

“Eiji. How much blood did it take?”

“About five hundred milliliters,” Dr. Caspari says cheerfully, pouring a cup of tea for Ankh. “No more than the average blood donation. As long as you eat well and take in plenty of fluids you’ll be fine.”

“He says--”

“I know French, Eiji, I know most human languages, I understood what he said perfectly well.“ Ankh takes a sip of tea, blinks several times, shudders, and then looks up at Dr. Caspari and says, in perfect French, “I haven’t eaten or drunk anything in an extremely long time.”

Dr. Caspari just says, drily, “We had gathered that, yes.”

Dr. Zhakiyanova, meanwhile, is puttering around on the other side of the living room, checking on her instruments and cleaning up the circle she’d drawn on the floor and making notes. She looks enormously pleased with herself, and after a moment says something in Kazakh to her husband, who translates: “My wife says, thank your priest friend, his notes regarding the nature of the soul were very helpful.”

Eiji nods. “I’ll let Takeru know, he’ll be very happy.”

“Good, good. I’ll go get your friend some clothes, we have some of our grandson’s old things that might fit.”

Dr. Caspari bustles off. Ankh fumes into his teacup for a moment before saying, “Takeru? Is that the dead man?”

“Well, he’s not dead anymore, but he was dead. And yeah.” Eiji eats another cookie, probably too fast. “He gave me some helpful information, and Haruto--Wizard--got me some details about the stone that the Core Medals are made of, and Kouta let me have a bottle of sap from Helheim in exchange for some plant cuttings? It’s an amazing adhesive. And I paid Kougami about fifty thousand yen for a hundred Cell Medals, because I wasn’t about to agree to do him any favors.” More tea. “Dr. Zhakiyanova’s the one who figured out how to put it all together, though, she’s been working on it for seven years now.”

Ankh nods slowly and says, “I met Kouta too, didn’t I. He’s the...god.”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

Dr. Caspari comes back with an armful of clothes that he hands to Ankh. “You get dressed, young man.” A long pause to speak to his wife in Kazakh again, and then, “My wife says, your friend is very lucky, he’s like a rat.”

Ankh freezes in the middle of pulling on a t-shirt, nostrils flaring. “Excuse me.”

“No, no!” Dr. Caspari beams at him. “A rat’s a good animal. Resourceful. Rats grow to the size of their enclosures. When you were first created, you were a rat in a small cage. You were constricted. But a human body is no small cage. You should thank the human who once lent you his, it gave you room to grow. She wouldn’t have been able to do this if you hadn’t already grown from what you originally were.” Another comment from Dr. Zhakiyanova. “She also says, please excuse her for not addressing you directly, she’s had a long day and it’s easier for her to think in Kazakh right now.“

“Oh, of course, that’s completely understandable.” Eiji grins at him. “I appreciate her assistance.”

“She’s going to write a paper.” Dr. Caspari looks delighted. “I look forward to proofreading it for her.”

--

After Eiji’s lunatic alchemist friends give them more cookies, and dinner, and another armload of old clothes that are far too big for Ankh, they’re finally allowed to go home. Or not home, they’re still far from home, but to the hotel in which Eiji is staying because after all this time his back hurts too much to sleep rough.

As soon as the door is locked behind them, Ankh strips off the too-large clothes and stares at himself in the full-length mirror. He is whole again, and more than whole. No longer a parasite on a human body, but a creature in and of himself, and alive. He has blood, he has breath, he can taste and smell and feel and the world is full of colors.

He turns slightly, and a flash of light catches his eye. He leans in closer to inspect it, and sees--a crack, zig-zagging crazily down the center of his in a whisper-thin gleam of gold. Shattered no longer, but he will never again be the creature he was before he was broken.

He’s something new now.

He turns and stalks over to where Eiji is sitting on the bed, knocks him backwards, sits on top of him, and looks for the gleam of gold in his reflection in Eiji’s eyes. And Eiji looks up at him and is real, real, real, and he is, truly, the only object of Ankh’s desires.

Once, the world would not have been enough.

Perhaps he is no longer a fairy tale monster.

Ankh says, slowly, “Eiji, smile for me.”

#hino eiji #ankh #fanfiction #askrikkaiandhyotei

[astertataricvs]

Zenitsu Agatsuma x Reader || Just say it

"(NAME)! PLEASE MARRY ME!!"

"No, Zenitsu."

Just a normal day in the butterfly estate, you and the others: Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke were doing chores inside the premises. Shinobu had ordered you to clean the whole area to compensate for the days you have stayed and for always tending your injuries for free. You were already contented by doing chores for Shinobu and you're willingly going to comply her since you don't want to mess with the insect pillar.

Despite the friendly and considerate vibes she gives, under that mask of hers was a merciless and terrifying Shinobu. You even recalled the day when Inosuke pissed the pillar by being stubborn and called her an old hag, and that leads to his face being slammed against the wall that causes it to crack and his head bled. That's why you, Tanjiro and Zenitsu swore that you won't ever make Shinobu mad or else you're not going to see the next sunrise ever again.

"Marry me, (Name)! I'm going to die if you don't marry me! I can sense that my time in this world is running off! I need a wife before I die!" He shrieked which you only sighed in annoyance.

"You're not going to die, Zenitsu. You're being delusional," you said a matter of factly and handed him a rag to wipe the wooden floors.

"But (Name)! You have to believe me! Please marry me!!" Zenitsu went hysterical and abruptly lunged at you, hugging your legs while he was kneeling down on the floor, begging for your acceptance.

Stoically, you pushed his face away from your legs, trying to remove his grasp on you. To be honest, you're not that surprised whenever Zenitsu was in his lunatic mode and begging for your acceptance to his preposterous marriage proposal. You're already used to it that it became your daily routine for always hearing his confession. Before, you panicked and astonished when you first met him with Tanjiro and his sister.

Who won't be surprised when he suddenly pushed himself to you and asked you to marry him out of nowhere. That's why you didn't hesitate to land a punch on his face and sent him flying in the air because you thought if he's some sort of a pervert or a maniac. Of course, you regretted it in the end and apologized to the blonde boy because Tanjiro explained the whole situation; saying that he's been like that since from the very beginning. However, as time passes by, the thunder breath user still hasn't stopped pestering you about that vacuous marriage. Quite, to be frank, Zenitsu's incessant persuasion really gets on your nerves and what's more surprising is that... due to his constant pleading, you realized that you grew some romantic feelings towards the boy that you didn't expect it to happen.

It's not the only reason why you fell for Zenitsu, it's because he has also some good qualities despite him being a coward. At first, you thought that Zenitsu is a goner due to the day when he and you were sent to a mission together and he suddenly fell asleep in the middle of a predicament with the demon. You didn't know what you should do after that, the only thing that's dwelling in your mind is to protect the blonde boy and defeat the demon.

But before you can unsheathe your sword, a gush of wind blows right next to you and in a flash, you saw the demon's neck being slashed by Zenitsu. You were utterly astounded when you see him in action, you feel his whole personality suddenly changed and your eyes didn't follow his quick movements because, in just a blink of an eye, the demon was already defeated by him. And that's the reason why you started to see him in a different way rather than the others, then you just realized one day that you like him as much as he does.

"(Name)! Are you here?" Tanjiro's voice echoed as his head peek at the door frame. His eyes immediately shone once he saw you inside.

"Oh, I'm glad that you're here! Shinobu-san asked us to buy her some herbal medicines," he informs and you nodded in response.

"Sure, I'm done cleaning this room--"

"Oi Tanjiro, do you want me to kill you this instant?" Zenitsu's voice suddenly went venomous that you can visibly see the dark aura surrounding his body. The water breath user flinched upon seeing the murderous aura that his friend was emitting. You merely shook your head in frustration then sighed.

"Are you taking (Name) away from me?! Are you that desperate to find a girl?! Then she's not available because I'm the one who saw her first!" Zenitsu snapped as he slowly unsheathes his sword glinting due to the sunlight.

"I don't want to hear it from you who's actually the one desperate here," you remarked but Zenitsu didn't hear your statement. His mind was too plagued from killing Tanjiro to even listen to your statement.

"I-I'm not! She's all yours but Shinobu-san said to me that (Name) should also come!" The pure boy defended but that didn't stop Zenitsu from attempting to kill him.

"Purge immediately! Purge!" He instantly points his sword at him which Tanjiro panicked at his outburst. Sighing, before Zenitsu can sway his sword, you already chopped his neck with an amount force that can make him unconscious. You grabbed the back of his collar before he can fall to the ground.

Tanjiro innocently stared at you as he steals glances at Zenitsu then you then Zenitsu then you.

"Is he okay?" He worriedly asked.

"Yeah, he's going to wake up soon. I'm sorry if Zenitsu's spouting some nonsense," you apologized sincerely then bowed. The burgundy haired boy shakes his hands and flashed you his bright smile.

"It's okay, (Name). I can't blame him since he genuinely loves you." His immediate reply makes your face erupted in flames.

Although everyone knows that the coward boy likes you, you still can't contain yourself from being flustered when they're opening it up to you. It's just that... you also like him but you don't have the courage to tell the blonde boy. It definitely made you ecstatic knowing the fact that you two have mutual feelings for each other but you're the one who's being a coward to convey your feelings.

"I know you like him too, (Name)," he remarked which caught your attention with lips slightly parted. Your blush supplemented more knowing the fact that Tanjiro sees through you.

"I-Is it really that obvious?" You stuttered and Tanjiro nodded in response.

"You know I have a good sense of smell, (Name). I can distinguish the person's emotions too. The smell that you're emitting is adoration and love towards Zenitsu. Although you're obscuring it with your usual facade, you still can't hide it to me since I can also see you being sweaty when you're talking to him."

That really hit you like a truck, after hearing Tanjiro's conclusion, you only bit your lower lip and you can feel your stomach churning. Curse Tanjiro's sharp sense of smell.

You intended not to tell any single person about the feelings you have for Zenitsu. Because you already presumed that they're going to tease you to him and he will eventually guess what it's all about. Even though Zenitsu looks really dumb, you know what he's capable of, that's why you're trying to hide your feelings to the best of your abilities. He's sometimes observant and he can be intelligent if he needs to.

"Well... you got me," you flashed him a sheepish smile then rub the back of your neck. "I really like Zenitsu too... but I am too coward to tell it straight to him. Actually, I'm really happy when he's always pestering me to marry him. I want to be by his side until we grow up."

Tanjiro felt something tug his heart upon witnessing your beautiful eye smile with subtle pink hues crept on your cheeks. For some identified reason, you really look cute there when making that face.

"Tanjiro?" Your voice snapped him out of his trance which he frantically looked at you.

"A-Ah yes?!"

Your eyebrows arched as you tilt your head to suspect his face. "Are you okay? You're kinda spacing out."

"E-Eh I'm alright! I j-just thought of s-something!" He said and you merely nodded, still concerned.

"Oi! Gonpachiro! Shinobu was damn mad! You're still not buying those old hags stuffs?!" Inosuke barged in through the door with an indignant countenance. You swear that you even saw an irk mark spread on his forehead.

"Ah! You're right! I was just searching for (Name) since Shinobu-san said that she knows all the herbs that she wanted to buy," the water breath user immediately responded as he scurried towards the door, peering at you.

"Let's go, (Name). Shinobu-san might beat us into a pulp." He shuddered just by thinking about what happened to Inosuke a few days ago.

"Oh yeah! Hey Inosuke, can you carry Zenitsu? I made him unconscious since he's being a madman again," you pleaded but the pretty boy only huffed and ardently grabbed Zenitsu's back collar then dragged him outside.

Talk about carrying.

"Let's go, (Name)?" Tanjiro spoke.

"We shall."

The two of you started to leave the butterfly estate to buy the herbal medicines that Shinobu was dying to have. Once you two reached outside the premises, Tanjiro abruptly called your name which you turned your head to face the boy.

"You know, you should tell him what you truly feel, (Name), rather than regret it in the end once the two of you separated your ways. Isn't it better to spend the days while you're still together and make some memories while knowing your feelings for each other? I know I don't have any position to decide what you should do, but... I just don't want you to regret it in the end for not telling him that you like him... you know, I still have regretted not saying to my family that I love them before they die. I didn't know that it'll be the last time I would see them. So to reflect it, you shouldn't slip the chance away when it's still there." Tanjiro bestows you a tender smile that really warmed your heart.

You don't have any objections to what he just told you because it makes sense. It's better if you tell him that you like him before you die. You don't know what the future lies ahead and if you would even survive until the end with Zenitsu and everyone. Your life is now at risk, now that you're a part of the demon slayer corps. You have a fifty percent chance to live and the other half is to die, that's the only option your life has. And that's the same goes for everyone, so you know the consequences of having the profession of being a demon hunter.

"I guess you're right..." you muttered while looking at the ground. "I should tell him my true feelings, Tanjiro. Thank you for your advice, I really owe you." You give him a grin which he instantly returned back.

"I'm glad that I could be of help."

•••

After giving Shinobu the medicines that you bought, you and Tanjiro parted your ways and look for Zenitsu. You wondered where Inosuke brought the thunder breath user, knowing the fact that Inosuke is a mischievous brat. Thinking of possible scenarios where Inosuke had brought him; a wave of concernment flows through your body. If that pig head brought him to a grubby place, you won't hesitate to choke him to death.

"(Name)!" Aoi yelled your name as you spin your body to face the girl.

"What's wrong, Aoi-san?"

The said girl let out a heavy breath before pointing her thumb behind her. "That blonde brat and the pig head were fighting again, Shinobu-sama would definitely be mad if they break something inside," she explained which you also mimicked her action just seconds ago.

"Okay, I'll handle those two."

You marched yourself at the room Aoi had told you. Once you got closer, you can hear the two yelling inside: Inosuke throwing some insults and Zenitsu being scared as usual but manage to retaliate at the violent boy. Without wasting any more seconds, you slide the door open only to find out Inosuke was ready to throw the table at Zenitsu.

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?!" You scolded as Zenitsu sprinted towards you to hide behind your back.

"Save me, (Name)! Inosuke's being a lunatic again!" Zenitsu squeaked.

"You dumb shit! If it weren't for you being a scaredy-cat and didn't push me, the vase won't shatter!" Inosuke counters.

You were confused at first to what he was talking about until your eyes landed at the shattered vase, sprawled on the floor. "Zenitsu?" Your voice deepened as you slowly glanced at the blonde boy behind you.

"Eek! I didn't mean to push Inosuke! I'm just being scared as usual!" He reasoned and you only shook your head in frustration.

"Shinobu would definitely kick our asses," you remarked. You feel Zenitsu's body tensed same as Inosuke. "Hey, Inosuke, could you leave the room for now? I'm going to talk to Zenitsu."

"Hmph! Whatever, freaks," he said then slide the door shut.

Silence erupted inside the room as you feel Zenitsu quivering due to what your reaction might be. For sure, you're going to get angry again and what's worst is... you might never accept his marriage proposal!

"Zenitsu," you called as you twist your body to confront the quivering boy. His body flinched once you put your hands on his shoulders. Tears were visible in his eyes upon studying his face, you felt a slight tug in your heart when you saw him in that state. You can't deny the truth that whenever you're going to see him in his helpless state, you feel pity towards the thunder breath user.

"Are you angry at me, (Name)?" His voice croaked and you can sense that he's about to cry. Absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his torso and stroke his back to comfort him.

"I'm not angry, I know Inosuke did something horrible that caused you to be scared. So don't worry, I'll talk to Shinobu about this," you assured him. The tears that were threatening to fall already dripped down on his soft face.

Zenitsu felt comfort in your arms, he didn't hesitate to return back your hug and bury his visage in the crook of your neck. Although he doesn't have Tanjiro's sense of smell, he can inhale the vanilla scent on you, which really made him felt relax and like the sweet smell.

"Hey, (Name)," he muttered.

"Yes?"

He tightened his grasp on your haori, "I really love you..."

Your lips parted and eyes widened upon hearing his confession. Despite that you're always hearing it from him almost every day, this is the very first time your heart pounded vigorously inside your chest. And no doubt, Zenitsu can hear the fast beating of your heart. It's inevitable.

"(Name)?" He pulled his body away from you and stared at you with astounded expression. You already know why he's shocked.

"W-Why's your heart... beating fast?" He swallowed his saliva after saying those words. Biting your lower lip, you rapidly looked down and stared at the floor. You're still reluctant to tell him your feelings but...

"You know, you should tell him what you truly feel, (Name), rather than regret it in the end once the two of you separated your ways."

You recalled the words that Tanjiro had said to you a while ago. Now you're feeling resolute to confess your feelings and muster your courage to tell it to him straightly.

'Just say it, (Name)!' You said to yourself.

Lifting your head to stare into his eyes, you swiftly cupped his cheeks and bestow him your sincere smile. "I love you too, Zenitsu... for a long time now."

Zenitsu went rigid and he feels that his ears became deaf. He gazes at you dumbfoundedly while his lips were hanging ever so widely. Did he hear it clearly? Did you tell him that you love him too? He's not hearing things, does he?

"E-Eh?" He blinked.

"I said I love you too, Zenitsu. Are you deaf?" You lightly chuckled.

The blonde boy didn't instantly process the words you had said but... after comprehending your words. His face erupted in flames and stepped back rather quickly while looking at you flabbergastingly.

"Y-You love me too?!" He asked loudly, still in disbelief.

"Yes, I love you too." That's the last straw, that's enough reason to make his face exploded due to the overwhelming burning sensation on his face. His mind swirled as if he was seeing stars above him. He can even feel that he's ready to pass out.

Partially, he's utterly ecstatic to know that you reciprocate his feelings. He doesn't know that this kind of sensation really is the best feeling.

"C-Can you say it again one more time?!" You laughed at his blushing face yet determined to hear those three words.

"I love you, Zenitsu." Upon hearing it once again, his heart already exploded and felt his legs trembled.

"GYAAAH!! IT FEELS LIKE A DREAM! Does this means... you're accepting my marriage proposal?!" He freaked out. Well, Zenitsu wouldn't be Zenitsu without freaking out.

"I'll accept it once we become adults," you answered honestly which makes Zenitsu hollered in delight.

"Oh my god! I feel like I'm in cloud nine! I can't wait to flaunt this to Tanjiro and Inosuke!" He laughed boisterously while his hands were on his waist.

"Stop, Zenitsu."

"I'm glad you're the one that I loved, (Name)!" He flashed you his toothy grin that surely is contagious.

"I'm glad that you're the one who stole my heart."

Then momentarily, you two embraced each other with happy and contented faces.

#kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader #agatsuma zenitsu x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

[mysticwonderlandqueen]

Baby Daddy Diego

Diego x Pregnant!reader I think it's cute. But I'm also half asleep. @potenzel I hope you like it honey!

Warnings: swearing, murder, stabbing, blood.

Not my gif

I roll my eyes at Diego. “I'm not dying. I can still drive.” I grumble as I stand up. “Doc said bed rest for you little lady.” He responded. “No she didn't. You are just paranoid.” I say as I shove him out of the door way. “I just want you and the baby to be safe.” He said as he ran in front of me and rubbed my tummy. “I'm five months pregnant and I'm hungry move out of my way before I rip off your penis.” I say and then push his hand off of me. “You love my penis. I can get you food. What do you want? Pizza? Sandwich? Popcorn? Pickles?” He said as he was trying to block my way.

I find my keys on the tab and he grabs them. He ran over to the window in the kitchen and threw them into the courtyard. “Are you kidding me? DIEGO!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Seconds later Klaus and Luther run in. “Is everything alright?” Luther said as he walks closer. “No this lunatic threw my damn keys out the fucking window. You are gonna be the one to go get them! I want to go eat and I'll figure it out when I'm out. So I need keys.” I say then turn to Diego. I stare at him and he just looks at me like “no way”. I try to walk out to get my keys. Someone holds me back. “Maybe you should stay home. Ya know get some rest.” Luther said kindly. I shrug his hand off of my shoulder. “Luther, touch me again and I will end you without hesitation.” I say sweetly.

He backs up and just nods. “Klaus honey, please don't try to hold me back.” I say and he smiles then leaves the room. “Mamas please go lay down. I'll drive all over town getting you every single thing you want. Promise.” he professed. “Why can't I go. I need to get out of here. I feel like I'm suffocating. Please Diego. I need it.” I practically beg. I feel tears coming. I look up at him as one goes down. “Okay. But please stop crying, baby. Please. I hate seeing you cry. I'll go get your keys. You go get dressed.” he said as he hugs me and let's go. I smile and nod.

I waddle up the stairs. Finally some food. My back hurts maybe I should lay down more. Plus my feet are swollen. Maybe he is right. I get up to our shared room. Things have changed a lot since we expanded the rooms. I hear a single gunshot go through the window and I go to the floor and get under the bed. “DIEGOOOOO!” I screech. Allison is the first to be there. More shots are fired as soon as they see her. Someone jumps in through the window. I see them walk near and I kick their ankle as hard as I can. I hear a snap and they groan deeply. I get on them as fast as I can and reach for a knife on the side table. I get it and stab them in the neck blood gets all over me.

Diego and Luther run in Allison right in front of them. I'm breathing heavy as I stand up soaked in blood. “You are so fucking hot and badass.” Diego said as he ran up to me. He held my face and kissed me deeply. I melted into him. More shots come from down the hall. “UHHH GUYS.” Klaus screams running in with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Stay here.” Diego demands. “As if.” I say as I rip the knife out of the dead dudes body. I pop my neck. “Let's go kick some ass, Mamas.” he said reluctantly.

After 4 more guys were dead things finally calmed down. “I'll get the shower ready.” Diego said as he got up from his seat and came over to kiss my head. I say a quick thank you as I lay on the couch. “You need some pillows.” Five said as he got up and walked to the closet with extra blankets and pillows. He put one under my feet and head. “I'll only be here a minute then I'm getting in the shower.” I say as I yawn the rest of my sentence. “Yeah. I'm sure.” He jokes as he puts a blanket on me. I snuggle into a pillow. “Maybe just a small nap wouldn't hurt.” I mumble sleepily. I fall into the darkness.

Peace. Everything was calm. I felt a weight in my arms I open my eyes. A baby boy. He's perfect. He stirs in his sleep. “Shhhh. It's okay Mijo.” I whisper as I kiss his head. “It okay Ben. Daddy's here.” I hear Diego say. “Ben?” I question. “Yeah you wanted to name him after my brother.” he looks at me confused. I nodded. He takes the baby from my arms and walks around with him. I smile at the pair. He rocks him and kisses his head. “I love you.” I say. He is speaks but no noise comes out. “Diego?” I say as I get up to come near him.

I open my eyes and see him. “Where’s Baby Ben?” I say still kind of drowsy. “Baby Ben?” He questions. “Where is my son?” I say in a harsher tone. He just puts his hand on my stomach. “Oh.” I say sadly. “It was just a dream, mamas. Benjamin isn't a bad name though.” He said thoughtfully. “It's a great name. I just want him to be here already.” I say. “Let's get you in the bath.” He said. He helps me up and walks me up to the bathroom. The tub is full of warm water and rose petals. Candles are everywhere and soft music is playing.

I turn to him and hug him. “Thank you so much. I know I'm bitchy and moody all the time. I'm so sorry for being mean about getting food. Plus just arguing with you all the time.” I say and start crying. He just rubs my back and kisses my head. “It's okay. I know it's been hard on you too, Mamas. Baby Ben hasn't been easy with you. But to make this even better.” he says as he parts from me. I pout and he laughs it off. He grabs a bag of food from my favorite restaurant. “Aww baby!” I say as he opens it up. “You get in the bath and I'll feed you. Hurry before the water gets cold.” he said getting the food ready.

I strip as fast as possible and take down my hair. I settle in the water and it's the perfect temperature. I moan and the water warms my body. “Those noises are for later, baby girl.” he said and sends me a wink. I smile and blush a bit. It makes him chuckle. He sets a stool next to the tub and sits. He feeds me and gives me compliments. After I eat he washes my hair. “It feels so good when you wash my hair. I love you so much, Diego. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You have given me so much love and care. Plus you have given me this baby. I'm so happy and proud to be your wife.” I say as I reach for his face.

“I-I uh. No one has ever shown me the love you have given me. My life would be nothing without you. I love you with all my heart. I didn't know love would feel like this.” he said. Tears in his eyes. “I think I'm ready to go to our bedroom now and show you how much I love and appreciate you.” I say in a tone that makes him shiver. He nods and helps me out of the bath. He drains the water and I put on my robe. He picks me up and runs to the room. I laugh at the face he is making. “You won't be laughing soon, Baby doll.” he says darkly.

Taglist: @potenzel @reblogserpent @bookfrog242

Okay sooooo that's that. I am running on like 5 hours of sleep tops. I'm gonna take a nighty very soon. If you have a request please message me. Much love. Xoxo.

#diego x reader #diego hargreeves #babydaddy #masterlist #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy

[the-wrath-of-dragons]

Double Solo: Do What You Gotta Do

Zevon had said there were issues with who he'd brought along. He'd also said it wasn't his place to get between them.

But whoever he'd brought, Crystal certainly didn't expect her.

[[MORE]]

And now, there she was, standing with the worst enemy of half her family gang, pretending not to be cold, staring at the gate outside the Plutonian Villa. Wonderful.

"What makes you so sure this will work?" Crystal asked, crossing her arms and looking up at the sign. "Hades doesn't exactly deal well with people. You know what he's done with his own daughter."

"Just trust me," Mal said. She swallowed thickly. "He'll give it to me. I just need you to distract him."

"Whatever. But you know, it's not exactly him giving it to you if my job is to distract him so you can get it." Crystal pushed the gate open. The two made their way to the villa in silence, but Crystal glanced at Mal more than once, spotting the anxiety behind her eyes but not saying anything.

Mal opened the door as quietly as she could, her hands shaking. She peeked around the corner. "I don't see anyone... or any hounds..." She waved Crystal in, keeping an eye out.

"I swear, if I get attacked by a helhound, I'm haunting your ass for eternity."

"You won't get attacked by one if you stop talking."

Crystal put her hands up, rolling her eyes. She followed Mal down the hall in silence.

Mal quietly pointed to Hades, who seemed to be asleep on a chair. Crystal nodded. The girls slowly made their journey down the stairs into the room. The Fae snuck around the back of the chair.

"What are you doing here?" Hades asked groggily, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

The girls tensed, but Hades lifted his head to look at Crystal, who stood at the middle of the staircase. She chuckled.

"Just came to scope out Dad's competition. Looks like the old man is napping on the job."

Mal creeped along, reaching out to grab the blue jewel sitting on the table near him.

Hades moved - fast - and grabbed her wrist. He turned to the purple haired teen with a sigh.

Fuckfuckfuck. Mal shivered, taking a breath.

"Hi, Dad."

Hades pulled down his sunglasses, waving at Mal.

Crystal's jaw dropped. "Ex... cuse me?"

"What are you doing here, Mal?" Hades sighed.

"I... I need my jewel," Mal said slowly.

"Oh, this jewel?" Hades said, picking it up and twirling it between his fingers. "It's very nice. Very nice. And you need it?"

"Yes," Mal grumbled. Her frustration was growing very quickly, but she had to control it. She couldn't fight him and win, and she knew it. "If I don't get that, I won't be able to help reverse this curse."

Hades leaned back on his seat, humming. "The curse that princess put on Auradon, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Hang on, I'm still not following," Crystal interrupted. She pointed at the two of them. "You're family?"

"More or less," Hades said.

"Less," Mal hissed. "He had a one night stand with my mom while Persephone was away for the seasons. Nine months later, yours truly was born."

Crystal blinked, sitting down. "I think I'm going to have an aneurysm..."

"Back to the point at hand," Hades said. He sat up, tossing the jewel into a metal candleholder nearby. He stood and cracked his knuckles. "Now, your mother is not an easy person to get along with."

"Oh, you think?" Mal scoffed.

"Ah, you see, we have something in common already," he said. "We both hate your mother."

"No," Mal said firmly, scowling at him. "I don't hate my mother. She may be an evil lunatic, but at least she stuck around."

Hades fake pouted. "Oh, boohoo. Wake up and smell the stink. You think you've had it rough? I used to be a GOD!" He walked away from her, reminiscing. "I had an entire world before me. And now I have nothing!" He turned to face her. "And you have no idea what that feels like."

"REALLY?! Because for SIXTEEN YEARS I had nothing!" Mal paused. "And now I have a whole world... But unless I get that jewel, its game over."

Hades hummed. "Hold please." He kicked a record player, a song turning on.

"Oh here we go."

"Listen, little girl.

You're talking to a God,

And I don't wanna hear the drama.

Kindness ain't my brand-"

"Oh, I guess that's why you ran!"

"Try being eaten by your father."

"You stink at being a dad."

"Poor Mali, are you sad?"

"Not as sad as you without your powers.

I didn't come to fight.

For once, do something right!"

"I steal souls, were you expecting flowers?"

"I only need you 'cause I came here for something."

"I've given you everything, by giving you nothing.

I did what I had to do."

"No, you only did what's best for you!"

"Well, you could learn a thing or two.

When push comes to shove,

You do what you gotta do."

"You were never there.

Guess you don't have a phone.

You never called to say, "I miss you.""

"Hahaha, are you kidding? Is this a joke?

You need to let it go!

You're stronger with those daddy issues."

"Oh! Thank you!"

"Show me some respect.

It ain't easy to neglect!

My attention would've made you softer."

"Ooh-hoo! Should I be proud?

Don't turn this thing around!"

"I guess you are your father's daughter, haha!"

"Don't think I need you, I just came here for something!"

"I've given you everything, by giving you nothing."

"I did what I had to do."

"I made it on my own, no thanks to you!"

"Well, you could learn a thing or two.

When push comes to shove,

You do what you gotta do."

"How 'bout I go with you and we'll spend some time?"

"How 'bout you stay there 'cause you're out of your mind!"

"Let's make new memories, you can show me the town."

"No, you can keep your memories now."

"Get over it."

"I am over it!"

"I'm over you being over it!"

"Let's dance!"

"I did what I had to do.

No, you only did what's best for you!

Well, you could learn a thing or two.

When push comes to shove, you do-

When push comes to shove, you do-

When push comes to shove,

You do what you gotta do, yeah!"

"Puh-lease," Mal scoffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. She looked up at him, setting her jaw. She was going to stand her ground. Even to him. Especially to him. "You wanna make up for being a lousy dad?" She held out her hand. "Gimme the jewel."

"You're only half Hades," he pointed out. "Your mom's genes won out. The jewel won't do everything for you that it would for your siblings."

"I'll take my chances," Mal said.

"And before you can use it, you have to admit and accept your true self."

"I said I'll take my chances."

Hades was quiet for a moment, then he dropped the jewel into her hand. Mal held her head higher, closed her fist around the crystal, and started walking away.

"If it gets wet, it's all over," Hades called.

"Yeah, yeah," Mal said. She headed up the stairs. "Come on. Let's go. We got what we needed."

Hades shook his head with a sigh. "That's my girl."

Crystal stood up, brushed herself off, and walked next to Mal until they got near the front door. Then she grabbed her arm tight. "Hey. What the hell?"

Mal sighed. "Look. I don't want to talk about it. I just don't. But... Evie is the only one who knows that he's my dad. None of his other kids even know. And we're going to keep it that way."

Crystal chuckled and nodded. "Right. That's why you chose me." She clicked her tongue. "You know I have to keep my word."

"No, no," Mal said, "I brought you because out of all the members of the Mafia, you're the one I trust." She shrugged. "You're very levelheaded."

Crystal paused, furrowing her brows. "Thanks. I think."

"Now come on. We've got to get back to the others," Mal said with a small smile. She put the jewel in her pocket. "We've got work to do."

#malevolent magnificence; mal #is this a dream?; solo #Solo: Do What You Gotta Do #more of a mom than she thinks; Crystal #made it on my own: no thanks to you; hades

[nu-metal-e-clown]

The Star and the Moon

pairing: Brian x reader(they/them) 

Summery: Queen is on location writing for their next album ‘A Night at the Opera’ when some mysterious things start happening.

word count: 3,137

warnings: light swearing

A/N: this is more of an experimental type of thing, I don’t really know what I’m doing.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It had only been about 3 days since the band had arrived in the middle of nowhere to record their next album “A Night at the Opera”. It was late in the night, or rather early in the morning, when John had gone running through the small house him and the rest of the band had been sharing. Running into 3 separate rooms he spouted just about the same thing with only minor differences: “You have to wake up! I discovered something and everyone has to come see it!” Nearly 20 minutes later all 4 men were standing in the very small downstairs bedroom that John had taken up.

“Right, what is it, why are we awake before the sun is even up, John?” Roger said, eyes heavy and voice full of anger.

“So, ugh..” John had started, but stopped.

“What?” Roger spat. John only stood there, regretting that he hadn’t waited till morning when everyone had woken up.

“Just tell us, John.” Brian said, also very tired and annoyed but more patient than Roger.

“Well, I kind of discovered something and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going crazy.”  John said sheepishly. He then proceeded to take out one of the notebooks he had been using to write songs. Each page had the familiar handwriting that they could easily pick out as John’s, but in the margins there was another handwriting. While John’s was slightly messy and more casual, the second person’s writing was more elegant, for lack of better words; It flowed beautify. While Freddie, Brian, and Roger looked at the pages full of the mystery writers criticisms of Johns songs, John stood across from them, looking at the 3 men nervously.

“You woke us up for this?” Freddie said, looking up from the notebook.

“What do you mean ‘for this’?” John said, visibly shaken up, “This writing came out of nowhere and I'm pretty sure it's none of yours. Honestly I'm a little freaked out about this.”

“Darling, I'm sure it’s one of ours, you obviously have just been up for too long. Go to sleep and we all can worry about this later today, OK?”

“Oh… ok. You’re probably right, I'm just a little delirious. I’m sorry guys, I just wasn’t thinking properly, I-I just-”

“Dear, it's alright. We’re going to bed now, you should too.”

“Alright” John said as the rest of his band filed out of his small room. Freddie had to be right. It wasn’t unusual for him to have one of his band mates go over his songs and write suggestions for him. But he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He wanted to solve the mystery of who had been writing in his notebook. It was cursive, so it couldn’t have been his or Roger’s. It also wasn’t as large as Freddie’s nor as small as Brian’s, it was somewhere in the middle; perfect. As much as he wanted to stay up to try and figure this whole thing out, he had nearly been awake for 20 hours and he couldn’t deny his body the restful call to sleep any longer. Regretfully so, John fell asleep, leaving the mystery to be solved the next morning.

The next morning everyone but John had practically forgotten about the small meeting they had last night. The only thing they could recall was being woken up by john for about half an hour at 4AM. John was still asleep when Brian was sitting at the breakfast bar, working on one of his songs. About midway though he decided to walk only about 3 feet away to poor himself more coffee, taking him only a few seconds to do so. When he had turned back to his sheet of paper he noticed a small note to the side of what he had written. He had no idea where it had come from as it wasn’t his writing. The small message was a tip about a line he had written and how the mystery writer though it should be changed. Brian was a little taken aback. No one had been in the kitchen and there was no way someone could have read what he had written and made notes in the time it took him to poor his coffee.

As confused as he was, Brian followed the notes advice, switching the line, and finished writing the song. After reading it over he felt that the changed line made the song a lot better. Just as Brian had finished up, Roger came stomping into the kitchen.

“Alright, real funny, Bri. Why have you been going through my songs?” Roger said, waving a piece of paper in front of Brian’s face. Brian took the paper and saw the same mysterious writing on Roger’s song that had appeared on his own.

“This isn’t from me.” Brian said, handing back the paper to Roger.

“Oh yeah, then who else would have written such a snarky comment on my work, huh?”

“What is with all the yelling?” Freddie said, joining the other two.

“Brian is criticizing my work and he won’t say it to my face, and on top of that he won’t admit that he did it!” Roger was practically yelling at this point.

“Let me see.” Freddie said, reading over the song and than over the comment at the bottom. The note said ‘it’s a bit shit, and also kinda weird.’ Freddie couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Well, whoever wrote this isn’t wrong.”

“Give me that.” Roger said, snatching back his song, “ I want to know who wrote this!” Just as Roger had said that, John walked in holding several of his notebooks, “Oh good, you’re all here, perfect.” John set down his note books and opened each one to different pages, each one had the mystery writing. “So I thought it over and compared it to each of your handwriting and it just can’t be any of yours nor can it be mine.”

“Do you think it could be someone working here? The owner or someone?” Roger suggested.

“I don’t think so, notes appeared on my song in a matter of seconds and there was no one around to do it. Even if there was someone in here, they would have had to been reading over my shoulder the whole time in order to write such constructive notes.” Brian then proceeded to show his song to the rest of his band.

For the next hour or so the 4 men gathered all the song they had written while at the farm. On every single page there was the mysterious handwriting. Each note was rather helpful and constructive, apart from some that just flat out called some of their songs shit. The band was stumped.

“I have an idea.” Brian said, standing up from his seat. The 3 other men watched him as he grabbed a new piece of paper and proceeded to write on it. “I was think that since all the notes have been helpful and otherwise truthful, we could write down asking it a question, and if were lucky whoever, or whatever, is leaving these will respond.”

Brian set the piece of paper down on the counter. In Brian’s handwriting it said ‘Who is leaving these notes?’ Brian then proceeded to turn around, facing the opposite way. Freddie, Roger, and John followed suit, turning around.  The 4 men stood there for almost a minute. They wanted to turn around and find the writing answering the question, but at the same time they wanted to turn around and find nothing. They also didn’t want to turn around at all, just to leave the paper, leave the farm, and never have to worry about about any of this ever again.

Letting out a sigh, Roger was the first to turn around. All he did was let out a slight laugh. The 3 other men turned to see what it was.

Roger grabbed the paper and showed to the other “There’s nothing here.” Roger just laughed. “We must look like bloody lunatics, trying to get a response from literally nothing.” Eventually the other men joined in, laughing and feeling slightly relieved that nothing had happened. They were just about to go back to writing music when they heard a jar fall over where just had just been standing. They didn’t really think anything of it, they had just been standing there, so one of them must had nudged it. Roger went to set it back up right when he looked at the paper once more.

All the color had faded from Roger’s face as he help the paper in his shaky hand. Slowly turning back around he use all the strength he had to croak out the tiniest of words “..Guys..?” The 3 men turned around to see what it was, looking over Roger’s shoulder to look at the paper. Right below Brian’s handwriting was a regretfully familiar cursive. It read ‘I am. My name’s Y/N.’ The 4 men felt dizzy. They didn’t know what to make of this. While Freddie, John, and Roger stood in silence, Brian quickly regained his wits and sat back down at the table, scribbling down another question.

‘How are you doing this?’

Before Brian could even set down his pen, a response was already being bleed onto the page. All Brian could do was stare on, mesmerized.

‘I don’t really know. Whenever I tried to interact with you or others before they never seemed to notice me, so I figured my writing would go unnoticed as well, but for some reason everyone can see what I write.’

While Brian was continuing his strange conversation, Freddie said aloud “Dear lord, Brian is talk to a demon.” but it was if no one was listening to him, everyone now in their own little world with thousands of thoughts and questions running through their minds.

Brian pressed on with this new found entity.

‘What are you exactly? A demon? A ghost?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t have any memories of having a life or dying, and I don’t have an urge to do harm. I just kind of awoke one day, here. I watched people and animals come and go, building erected, changed. I don’t know who or what I am, the only thing I knew from the moment I awoke was my name. Y/N.’

Brian was a little confused by this. He didn’t know what to do next. He wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't know what to ask. He didn't feel scared or frightened, he didn't know what he was feeling.

While Brian was trying to think of what to do next Roger quickly grabbed the paper and pen , reading over the small conversation and than scribbling down his own question.

‘If you’re not a demon, then why did you say those things about my song, its great’

‘Well, it is kind of strange, isn’t it? Why would you say such sexual things about an inanimate object?’

By this point Roger was so upset that he just dropped his pen and stormed out of the kitchen. Freddie was a still a little shocked, but was not about to start writing to some unknown entity, so he followed Roger to make sure he didn't completely destroy the farm.

John slowly walk over to Brian.

“So..?” John asked.

“So what?” , Brian looked over to the shorter man.

“So, what do we do about this.. Thing? How do we get rid of it?”

“Get rid of it? Thing? John, this isn't some object or force, it's a person, I can feel it. And furthermore why would we get rid of them? They've done nothing wrong, in fact they have been nothing but helpful!”

“Christ, Brian. Sorry, I didn't mean any offense, I just thought that-”

“Brian! John! Come quickly, Roger has locked himself in the cupboard and wont come out until we all say his song is good.” Freddie had said quickly before running back to where Roger had locked himself up.

“Come on Roger, enough of this!” Brian said towards the large cupboard near the recording room.

“No! Not until everyone apologizes for saying my song was bad!” Roger yelled from inside, slightly muffled by the large wooden doors.

“What kind of cupboard has a lock on the inside?” John asked, ready to just walk away.

“Come on, lets just apologize and get back to work, OK?” Freddie said, motioning for the 3 of them to all say sorry at the same time.

The 3 men, in unison, said “sorry”. They expected Roger to almost instantly unlock the cupboard and step out, but instead he shouted from inside once more.

“I want them to say it too” Roger shouted.

Everyone stood in silence for a second. They all knew what Roger meant, but were apprehensive at first to do anything. Just as Brian was going to reach for some paper a nearby radio switched on, filling the room with a loud screeching sound before settling down to a low static hum. Then a small, soft voice echoed from the radio.

“I’m sorry.”

Roger unlocked the cupboard, slowly stepping out. “W-what?” he said.

“I’m sorry; for saying your song was bad.” the voice said again.

“Y/N, is that you?” Brian asked

“Yes, I'm glad this worked. I was worried that the radio would burst into flames or explode.” said Y/N, a low hum hanging over their voice.

The 4 men spent hours talking to this mysterious invisible person. Freddie warmed up to them, as if hearing their voice helped him to trust that they weren’t going to do any harm to him or his friends.

Long after the sun had set Brian was the only one left by the radio. The 3 other men had one by one gone to bed, leaving Brian and Y/N by themselves.

“Brian, do you like stars?” Y/N asked.

“I do actually. Before I was in this band I went to school for astrophysics, I even taught at a school for a while. I really like space and learning about all the advancements in technology that are being made that are expanding our knowledge of our universe.” Brian had lit up upon discussing this topic with his new friend. He talked on and on about space and how he wanted to go back one day to finish his PhD.

“Sorry, I’ve been talking from a while and didn't even give you a chance to talk.” Brian said, realizing he had been talking for quite some time.

“It’s alright, I like hearing you talk about something you’re so very passionate about.” Y/N said.

A pink hue spreed upon Brian’s face, quickly he changed the subject. “What about you, Y/N? Do you like the stars? Have any favorite ones?”

“My favorite star is Polaris, the north star. But out of all the things that can be seen in the night sky, my favorite is the moon. No matter what phase it is in, no matter whether it is visible or not, it is always there.”

Brian felt a special connection to Y/N. something he had never felt with any other person before in his life.

Everyday Brian would talk to Y/N, the rest of the band would as well, but it seemed no matter where he was, Brian had a radio by his side. He would play songs to Y/N before anyone else. They were always the first and last person Brian would talk to every day. Brian had grown so attached that he feared the day he would have to leave. Brian tried to push back his fears, but before he knew it, the day had come that he and the rest of his band had to pack their bags and go back to their homes, presenting the album to their producer.

With all the bands bags packed in the car that was waiting to take them back, Brian was standing a with a small handheld radio in his hands a few feet away.

“Y/N, do you think you could come with us? Come tour the world with us and help us write more music?” Brian asked the small radio, since he could not see Y/N he had grown accustomed to talking to the radio, as if Y/N was trapped inside it.

“I don't know, Brian. I would love to go with you, but I don't know if I can leave. I've never tried to leave before, but I don't know what would happen if I did.” They could not be seen, but from the sound in their voice it was eminent that Y/N had tears in their eyes.

“If-” Brian paused for a second, fighting back his own tears, “if I never hear you again, promise me that you'll never forget me.” Brian looked up from the radio, look forward, as if he could tell Y/N was standing there right in front of him.

“I promise.”

It was almost if Brian could actually hear them, not from the radio, but from the surrounding area.

“Come on, Bri! We have to get going now!” Rodger called after Brian.

Before leaving, Brian quickly placed one of his guitar picks on the ground and stood back up.

“Good bye, Y/N. I'll never forget you.” Before Y/N could respond, Brian shut off the radio and made his way to the car. Shortly after the car sped away with the band and Brian inside.

Several months had gone by, none of the men had forgotten the mysterious Y/N. It was late and the men had just finished one of their shows. Trying to cool down away from all the cheering fans and the press, Brian made his way onto the roof of the venue. There he saw a figure of someone he felt that he knew. Their white clothes appearing to glow in the moonlight. Slowly making his way over, he stood next to them.

“I Believe this belongs to you.” they said, holding out their hand, in the center of their palm was Brian’s guitar pick, the one he left that day on the farm months ago.

Brian smiled. “You can keep it, as long as you promise never to leave my side.”

“Deal” Y/N said, wrapping their arms around Brian’s neck, while he wrapped his arms around their waist.

From that day on, Brian was always the brightest person in the room to Y/N. And every once in a while Y/N would be gone for some time, only to reappear a short while later, but no matter whether they could be seen or not, everyone knew they were always there by Brian’s side.

#Brian May #Brian May x reader #they/them #they/them reader #Queen #queen fanfiction #Brian may imagine #Bohemian Rhapsody #bohrhap #Gwilym Lee #John Deacon #Joe mazzello #Roger Taylor #Ben Hardy #Freddie Mercury #Rami Malek #70s Brian May

[ijustwant2write]

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

(GIF credit to @thoranda)

Masterlist

Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Could you do a imagine of Vikings? Where the reader has one daughter with Ivar but divorces him and marries Bjorn? I love your writing!’

Characters: Bjorn Ironside x Reader, Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Divorce, cheating, swearing

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Siv, Siv where are you?” I called out for my six year old daughter after I found that she was not with the thralls.

“She is right here, wife!” I heard Ivar call, seeing him sitting upon his throne with our daughter in his lap.

“She wasn’t supposed to leave the thralls, I instructed them so.” 

“Siv is with her father, what harm could come to her?” 

I held my tongue, thinking of a million things that could happen within Ivar’s presence. Poor Siv didn’t know any better, she didn’t know the horrible things her father had done to gain the title of king, the excruciating pain people went through when Ivar set his wrath upon them. I thought Ivar was mysterious, dark, sexy, and alluring. We had a wild, whirlwind romance, a power couple if you will. But once we were married, the love soon disappeared, all that Ivar ever thought about was gaining power, whether it be over kingdoms or me; I didn’t enjoy our relationship anymore, he was too dominant. 

“You could have got one of the thralls to inform me.” I said, walking towards them.

“Stop your whining, it infuriates me.”

Siv reached out to me, her tiny hands making grabbing gestures as she called for me. I stepped up to the throne, my instincts going to take her from the man I now feared. But Ivar clung onto her, ignoring her wriggling as she tried to escape his grip.

“Ivar, give her to me.” I demanded.

“Siv, don’t you want to stay with your father?” Ivar asked her, struggling to keep her on his lap.

“No! I want mother!” She protested, managing to escape from him by sliding off his lap and jumping into my arms.

I looked up to see Ivar’s angry face, his nostrils flaring as his breathing got sharper.“You can’t force your daughter like that, she’s only a child.”

“Siv is my daughter, I am her father and she will do as I say!”

“Siv is not a soldier for you to order around. I shouldn’t have to tell you this anyway.”

“Leave me, I’ve had enough of both of you.”

As he waved his hand dismissively, I immediately turned on my heel, carrying Siv on my hip as she nestled her head into my neck. I hated how his mood changed so swiftly, that’s what made me so nervous about leaving our daughter with him. He never cared about how she was feeling, if he wanted affection from her he would demand it, not understanding the way a child’s brain worked; if she was being a nuisance, he would simply shout at her, thinking that she would do as he said straight away, not realising that all she would do is cry. Siv did love her father, even if she didn’t know it, but I could see how scared she was, unsure how to act around him. As soon as she was born, all Ivar would rave on about was how he would train her to be the fiercest shield maiden in the world, and how she would be the most feared queen in all the land, nothing about loving her or raising her.

“Mother, can we see Bjorn today?” Siv asked, somehow already over the drama.

“Yes, I think that’s a lovely idea.” I smiled at her, kissing her on the cheek before setting her on the ground, quickly grabbing her hand before she ran away.

Although Bjorn was years older than I, we were very close, having trained and fought alongside each other over the years. He hadn’t trusted Ivar around me, always warning me of how crazy his youngest half-brother was. That was one of our first conversations actually; when Ivar and I started to be more public with our relationship, I would hear more and more comments about my beloved, as if I didn’t know his character already. But Bjorn was firm, becoming nonchalant about it as I fell more and more in love with Ivar. Now I regret not heeding his warnings.

Siv knew the route to his house very well, having been there with me many times. I only ever felt safe around Bjorn now, trusting him with our lives over my own husband and father to my child. He was a safe haven in Kattegat.

“Bjorn! BJORN!” My child screamed as she entered his house uninvited.

I laughed as Bjorn turned around, hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow at her.“And who dares enter my house shouting and screaming?”

“Me! Princess Siv!” She exclaimed, giggling as he swept her off the floor and high in the air. I laughed at her, hearing another chuckle to my left, as I turned my head I saw that it was Halfdan.

“You have quite a feisty one on your hands.” He commented, watching how Bjorn interacted with Siv.

“Yes, and I’m afraid she gets that from both me and her father.” I sighed, standing beside him.

“That’s a good thing isn’t it? She’ll be able to handle herself and others when she comes of age.”

“I appreciate the idea, but we both know that Ivar is a lunatic. He doesn’t know how to treat his child, as a child.” I stressed, thinking back to the times I caught Siv crying because of her father.“She shouldn’t  be scared of him.”

“She doesn’t seem to be scared of Bjorn.”

We watched on as Bjorn bickered with Siv, arguing that he too was a prince as she kept bossing him around. As soon as she was born, I could see that their bond was far greater than what she had with Ivar. Ivar, who had been desperate for children, was now pushing her away, whether he knew it or not. I could see how much it angered him, though I was always to blame; either I was too motherly over her, doting on her every need so that she loved me more, or that I constantly kept her hidden away. Well of course I would! Ivar was not fit to be a father, I wasn’t sure if he ever would be, despite his want for children. 

I remembered the times we would talk about children, how my heart swelled with love as I saw the tough, stone faced viking confess his want for a child. Looking back on those memories, I realised that the only reason he wanted one was to continue his legacy, to ensure that his stories would be repeated throughout generations, not because he loved me and wanted a family. All he thought about was himself, the selfish bastard.

“Halfdan, Bjorn said that you would show me the treasures you brought back from the med...medi...med-”

“Mediterranean?” Halfdan’s eyes widened as he realised that he had been dumped with babysitting duties.“Uh-”

“Go on, I am sure you have much to brag about.” Bjorn smugly smiled, winking at me.

Halfdan glared at his friend before letting Siv drag him out of the room. I giggled, wishing that I was watching them instead. Bjorn gestured for me to sit down, perching on the table beside me.

“So, what brings you two here today?” 

“Take a guess.”

“My youngest brother has scared Siv off again?”

I slowly nodded.“It’s all he ever does now. And I’m afraid he might be getting to me.”

Bjorn tensed up, sliding down to the bench I was at on, leaning in close to me.“Has he laid his hands on you?”

“No, and even if he did, I would fight back. But what about Siv? I...I don’t trust him around her, but I should because he’s her father and-”

Bjorn grabbed my face, making me look at him as he put his forehead against mine.“Stop overthinking these things! The answer is simple, you need to get away from him.”

“How? He’s ruthless, he would never let us leave.”

“We’ll find a way. He can’t keep a hold of you forever.”

We both leaned in to kiss each other, a rush of emotions overtaking us both. This wasn’t new or shocking to us, we had discovered our feelings for one another many moons ago, finally knowing what we wanted. I never denied that I loved Ivar, at one point he had been all I ever wanted; now I felt like a useless thrall, I had just been used for my womb. My child wouldn’t have her fate set out for her, it was up to Siv to live her life.

I had to force myself to leave Bjorn’s house, dreading going back to Ivar. I could tell that Siv was beginning to feel frightened because she suddenly turned quiet on the way home. I knew that there was a little love for her father, though a majority of the time she wasn’t able to express that. 

“Mother, can wee see Bjorn tomorrow?” Siv asked quietly before we opened the door.

“Let’s see what tomorrow brings, OK?”

She nodded, and I could see that she was falling asleep slowly, her body flopping in my arms. Gently kissing her on the head, I opened the door, frowning as I saw Ivar sat at the table. Without saying a word, I walked past him, only stopping when he grabbed my skirts.

“Where have you two been? The sun is setting, I was waiting for you to join me for dinner.”

I tried to remain peaceful, not wanting to argue again.“We were with Bjorn, we also ate there.”

“I wanted to see my wife and daughter.”

“You could have sent your men to find us. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He just glared at me, wrinkling his nose in anger.“Give her to me.”

“No, she’s falling asleep. I’m putting her to bed.”

“I don’t see her anymore-”

“And whose fault is that?”

Ivar snapped his fingers at a thrall who was cleaning up after his meal. She knew to take Siv, keeping her head down as she scurried away. I internally groaned, debating on following after them. Bjorn said he would get me out of there, but how? If I didn’t have Siv, it would probably be a lot easier to escape, Ivar was not going to let his child go.

“All you do is spend your time with Bjorn. People are beginning to grow suspicious.” Ivar said through gritted teeth, his hand clenching around a knife.

I slumped into the chair diagonal from him, an unamused look on my face.“I thought you didn’t care what people think?”

“When I am constantly hearing about my wife ‘visiting’ my half-brother, it can begin to get on my nerves.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t stress so much about it, put your focus somewhere else.”

“And where would that be?”

“Finding yourself another wife.”

His face dropped, not expecting my comment. I too was surprised but held my ground. Eyeing the knife, I kept my wits about me, having seen Ivar’s horrific outbursts too close.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He slowly asked, never breaking eye contact with me.

“It means I’m leaving. I don’t want to be with you anymore Ivar, you’ve turned evil, and I don’t want my daughter around you!”

He slammed the knife into the table, making me jump as he grunted.“She is my daughter too! How many times must I say this?!”

“You’ll have to keep repeating it for all of your life, because by the way you treat her makes it seem like she’s one of your servants.”

“So you’ve been whoring yourself to Bjorn? That is your solution to our failing marriage?”

“There, you said it yourself. We are in a failing marriage with a child who is terrified of her father. Let’s not force ourselves to continue like this.”

“I need you, (Y/N), you must remain here with me.”

“I’m a free woman Ivar, even if I’m married to you. And the only reason you need me is to give you more children. And I won’t do that, not after seeing how you treat Siv.”

“I have never harmed her!”

I slammed my hands on the table.“But you’ve come close to it!”

“I would never-”

“IVAR JUST STOP!” I screamed, hoping that we hadn’t woken Siv.“I don’t want to be stuck in this cycle anymore. I...I’ve fallen out of love with you, and although it was real in the beginning, it just feels like a chore. And seeing how you treat Siv makes me sick to the stomach. I cannot stand by and watch this any longer, it would make me a terrible mother.”

He started laughing, the sickly laugh he always did whenever he thought he had power over someone. His posture became more relaxed, slumping back in his seat as he raised his cup towards me. I knew this game all too well, preparing myself for whatever he was going to throw my way.

“You have fallen out of love with me? Hm, how poetic.” He took a swig of his drink, looking as if he was deep in thought.“You know, you would be nothing without me. You wouldn’t be royalty to the people of Kattegat, you wouldn’t be bathed in riches, adored by many servants, or even have a daughter.”

“You think you’re the only one that could give me a child?”

“A worthy child.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented your daughter.”

“You think that you are the only woman who can bare me children? I could have many women throwing themselves down at my feet, begging me to fill them with my seed.”

“Good, then you won’t miss Siv and I, it seems you’ll be very busy impregnating all the women in Kattegat.”

“You are not as big and tough as you seem-”

“Neither are you Ivar.”

“Do not test my patience.”

“It seems that I already have. And I too have run out of patience, I can no longer stay in this house or beside you.”

I stood up, starting to walk away before Ivar grabbed my arm, but my quick instinct kicked in, snatching up a knife from the table to point at his neck. It pissed me off that he didn’t look scared, he hadn’t even flinched.

“Do not touch me ever again. I am leaving this house, I am taking Siv with me, and I am definitely leaving you. Make things easier for the both of us and no one will get hurt.”

Lazily throwing the knife on the floor, I snatched my arm back, ordering a thrall to gather my things. Just as I left the room, I was able to relish the look of Ivar’s pissed off face. The thrall was frightened, disobeying not only her master, but Ivar the Boneless must have been hard for her, despite being my personal thrall. As we frantically threw our things together, I kept glancing over to Siv, scared that she would wake up in this unravelling chaos, thanking the Gods for giving me a heavy sleeping child. Once I was sure we had everything, I cradled my daughter in her furs, gently kissing her forehead before taking a brave step out of here.

Ivar was sat in the same position, his hands clenched in tight fists. We said nothing as I passed by, thinking that I was going to get away without another word from him. Unfortunately I was wrong, my shoulders slumping as he opened his mouth.

“You are making a mistake (Y/N).” He started.“Do not mistake Bjorn as a powerful man, you will come back to me soon.”

I sighed in frustration.“Ivar, you are the fool for thinking that Bjorn is not powerful. Do not turn this into another competition. I am leaving now, with my daughter, and I want to have a divorce arranged before the end of the week.”

With that said, I opened the door, ushering my thrall out before he could say anything else. I wanted, no needed the last word. Ivar and I were just as stubborn as each other, meaning that fights could last for days. But this had been going on long enough. I tried to convince myself that this was all over, that I wouldn’t have to deal with Ivar ever again; however, those who knew Ivar also knew that he was always the one to start and end a fight, and this one would be going on for a lot longer.

A dishevelled Bjorn opened the door as I pounded on it, not caring if anyone else heard me. Barging my way past him, I handed Siv to the thrall, telling her where to take her. As she disappeared, I let out another long sigh, tightly winding my arms around Bjorn’s waist. He hadn’t said anything yet, but the confusion on his face said a thousand words.

“(Y/N), what is wrong? Why are you here so late?” He asked.

“Nothing for now. I left Ivar. It was actually easier than expected, for now.” 

“Wait, what? You left him?”

“Yes. Something in me snapped, I just couldn’t stay trapped there any longer.”

“(Y/N),” Bjorn sat down, pulling me onto his lap,“are you sure about all of this? Ivar is crazy.”

“As long as he doesn’t hurt Siv, I do not care what he does to me.”

“But I do.”

“Then we shall protect each other against him.”

“You say that like it is an easy thing.”

“You have always told me to get out of there, to escape from Ivar’s clutches. Now I have done it, I have never felt so free! And I’m here with you, feeling that everything is sliding into place, the correct place.”

“And Siv? Does she know?”

“No, not yet. I will explain it to her. But she loves you too, more than her own father.”

He leaned up to kiss me, his hand staying on the back of my head.“You realise what a big problem this is? What people will say?”

“Do I look like I give a shit?”

He chuckled, kissing me quickly once more.“I will protect you from him, both of you. If he even tried to get close to either of you, I will cut off his hands, make him even more of a cripple.”

“Bjorn, why didn’t I meet you first?”

“Because you had to have Siv first, you would not have that daughter if it weren’t for Ivar.”

“The only thing I’m thankful for.”

“Exactly. I will take us far away, ensure our safety and a good future for Siv. But for now we stay here, stand our ground against Ivar.”

“Our own little war.”

“The we better start making plans.”

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[amyscascadingtabs]

december, 2015

(part three of the christmas fics is here woo)

“Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anyone, Ames?” Jake makes an effort to count the number of names on the list, but gives up halfway. “I swear you have like a billion nieces and nephews.”

She snatches the list from his hands without showing a trace of remorse. “I have nine and counting. Not a billion.”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “That’s practically the same in my book.”

“That’s just because you can’t count, babe”, she reminds him. “One day you won’t make fun of me for going to all those math camps.”

“False, I will always make fun of you for math camp.”

She gives him the glare he’s seen a hundred or so times before, but he notes the hint of a smile on her lip gloss-painted lips.

“We need to get started. I have so many children's books to buy.” Her hand links with his to practically pull him towards the stairs in Barnes and Noble. He’s already out of breath from her hasty pace after having struggled to keep up with her eager steps all the way from the subway station to here; blatantly refusing to run or even jog when not on the job is a principle Jake has stuck to since graduating the academy, and yet she makes him break it.

She’s cute when she’s excited, anyway.

“I still can’t wrap my head around why you’re buying books for them all”, he says when she reaches the section she’s looking for and he finds an unguarded kid-sized armchair to sink down in. Due to its miniature size, he’s technically sitting more on top of the chair than in it, but he’s not picky. “Don’t kids just want obnoxious blinking toys?”

“Actually, reading books to children helps stimulate their imagination and expand their understanding of the world. It’s very beneficial.” Her fingers dance over the multi-colored backs in the shelf she’s led him to. He imagines her absorbing the words and meaning of the works as she goes, as if she’s getting a sense of what every book is about simply through a fleeting moment of physical contact with them. If anyone could do that with a book, he assumes it’d be Amy. “I always look up reviews to see which new releases are recommended, or I buy them classics. I’m buying Julia the first Harry Potter this year.”

“You know there’s movies for them, right? They’re a thing.”

“If you as much as once seriously call the Harry Potter movies preferable over the books, I’ll break up with you.” Her focus doesn’t stray from the shelves as she delivers the threat with an unfazed tone. “You just haven’t read them yet. You should give them a chance.”

“I’ll read them when you get through an entire Die Hard movie without falling asleep.”

“We’ve been over this - I’d had a long day at work - hah!” She pulls out a book with a shining green cover. “This is the one I was looking for. One out of nine!”

“We have to find nine books before we can have food?” It's possible that realization should have come to him earlier, but it’s only now when finding one book has proved to take three minutes and his stomach is rumbling that he’s fully comprehending the calamity. After they’ve found the books they’re gonna need to stand in line. After the line they’re both going to have to find a restaurant and wait for the food. “That’s it. I’m going to help you. Give me half of that list, babe.”

He’s never felt at home in a bookstore, not in the way his girlfriend looks to be as she travels around the different sections appearing so natural a part of the environment she might as well be working there, but once he figures out the shelving system it's easy. He retrieves the four books on his half of the list in no more than ten minutes, even finding one to gift to his month old goddaughter mostly because he believes it’d impress Terry. Judging from the appreciative look Amy gives him when she sees his pick, it impresses her too.

He draws a breath of relief once all their purchases are paid for and he's agreed to let Amy wrap his gift for Ava instead of letting the store do it. This means their errands are done and they can finally go for food -

“Jake! Look!”

Or not.

His girlfriend has gained sight of the display of the just released illustrated versions of the first Harry Potter novel standing near the entrance, and she's beaming like a child on Christmas morning as she grabs one and carefully starts flipping through the pages, letting out little gasps for every new illustration.

“It's so beautiful”, he hears her whisper, seemingly on the verge of tearing up. “I have to buy it.”

“But you already got all the gifts for your nieces and nephews?” He demonstratively lifts the three heavy plastic bags she’s made him carry.

Amy gives him a look as if he's fully and truly lunatic. “I'm buying it for myself. Duh.”

“Wait - does this mean we have to stand in that queue again - nooo…” She's already off to pay for the item. Jake massages his temples for a good thirty seconds before he gives in and follows after.

His stomach is rumbling yet more intensely than before after battling the boredom of standing in a - now longer - line for twenty more minutes. A cookbook on different ways to make oatmeal catches his eye and reminds him he’s not had breakfast, which he figures must be the cause for the hunger.

Weirdly enough, dating Amy Santiago has come with side effects such as him actually ingesting something edible for the meal. Even weirder is how his body seems to have gotten used to it. A year ago, these domestic changes in a relationship would have made him embarrassed, but now they’re plainly  yet another part of how she is weaved into the web of his life, a glowing, fervent thread emitting golden sparks of this sensation he can’t define but never wants to lose.

She demands they stop to look at Christmas decorations on their way to the diner. He considers protesting, but she pouts her lip at him for a second and he accepts, walking hand in hand with her along the lit-up shopping street to watch the embellished windows and string lights hanging between buildings. They stop in front of a particularly colorful display, observing the beauty for a few quiet seconds, and she leans her head against his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Jake.”

He has to spin her around so he can reach to kiss her properly. “Merry Christmas, Ames.”

Jake may just have spent longer in a bookstore than ever before his life, he’s not eaten in what feels like forever and it’s way too cold outside for the hoodie and leather jacket-combo he refuses to let go of even in December, but in the end he gets to date Amy Santiago. He considers that fact alone to be the best gift he could ever ask for.

#oops it's fluffy #my writing #b99 fic #brooklyn 99 fic #brooklyn nine-nine fic #jake x amy fic #peraltiago fic #peraltiago #jake x amy

[kitkatfandomgirl]

Part of the Team Part 2

Part 2/?

Sorry for the long wait, but it’s here!! (F/N) means your first name (same as in part 1). I hope you guys like it as much as you liked the last part! I worked really hard to get this out to you guys and have planned out the rest of the plot! We are looking at 3-4 parts plus an epilogue and a possible sequel/miniseries if you all want one!

Part 1 Part 2

The next 48 hours of your life went by in a near-incomprehensible blur. After the archer, Clint, helped you bring your bags down in just one trip, you were loaded onto the helicopter. After everything was situated, all 3 agents finally stopped rushing around and decided to tell you what was going on.

“Wait a second... I have a brother? As in a full-blown blood relative that gives a crap and wants to meet me?”

“We tell her she's half-alien, technically half-god, and that talking trees and raccoons exist... and she’s shocked to hear that she has a half brother?” Clint looks at you incredulously before falling back into his seat, “if only my kids were that easy,” he mumbled tiredly.

Meanwhile, your head was spinning faster than the blades that kept you in the air. Sure the godliness and whole, ‘You have a father but surprise! He’s dead!’ business shocked you, but you were just happy to find out you wouldn’t be alone in all this mess.

Natasha leans forward in her seat facing yours and casts a somewhat worried glance your way,

  “So, (F/N)-”

“If it’s alright, just call me (Y/N).”

“Alright, (Y/N), you’re sure that you are fine with all of this?” You then recognized the worry on her face, she was probing to see if you’d lost your mind or something. It was a tactic the child services’ councilors used whenever you were changing houses. You tossed a bored look her way,

“If you’re prodding for signs of any mental issues, I’m fine.This will all probably set in by tonight when I realize how weird my situation is.” The ex-assassin quirked an eyebrow in slight surprise before smirking and leaning back into her seat, never coming to a fully relaxed posture.

 “So, where exactly are we going?” You yelled to the pilot pirate in the front seat.

“You’re looking at it!” He called over his shoulder.

All that you could see was cloud and when you dared glance below, the open ocean.  That is... until the chopper rose above a layer of clouds to reveal a giant drone-looking thing? “Where are we?!”

Clint slid off his sunglasses and smirked at you, “This is SHIELD.”

“That didn’t answer my question!”

“I know, but I did sound cool!”

Nat chose to interject, “We’re on the helicarrier. This is only temporary. You’ve gotta come to headquarters with me and Clint after paperwork.”

You wanted to ask whose headquarters, but the second that helicopter landed, the true chaos began. From that moment on. you were too busy to even think. You had to sign a bunch of official-looking documents along with a contract that basically said: you wouldn't sell out SHIELD  if you ever spoke to a “civilian” and if you did, you risked (in short) serious trouble and maybe a memory wipe. After all of that and another two hours of filing statements, signing, confirming, and reading, it was over. You were then rushed onto a jet that Natasha piloted while Clint slept in the cocaptain’s chair. 

You fell asleep with little-to-no effort once the black vehicle actually took off. It seemed like you’d only slept for a minute when a harsh poke came to your cheek.

“Hey! Ummmmmm..... Person! You might want to wake up!” You cursed under your breath and unenthusiastically pried your eyes open. Once the slight blur of grogginess subsided, you realized a person in a red mask was hanging over your face- wait- a lunatic in a mask what the- you let out a shriek of surprise, shooting up from the bench on instinct and slamming your forehead onto theirs.

“Geez... Don’t need to attack me for it,” he mumbled jokingly as he rubbed his forehead.

Clint popped his head over the back of his seat, “You kids stop beating each other up or I will ask Nat to turn this plane around!” He couldn’t hold back his childish snickers as he slowly turned around to face the front of the plane.

After rubbing your head for a time, you looked up at the masked stranger. It took a second for you to recognize the suit and logo, “What the heck is Spider-Man doing on the- Naaat! I think I lost my mind!”

“Nope! You aren’t crazy,” The boy said, but then cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and deepened his voice, “But I can tell I’m part of your wildest dreams.” 

You didn’t even entertain his musing and just stared at him with a straight face. A few seconds of silence passed before he howled with laughter and climbed down to the floor so he could resume laughing, “I- I’m sorry! I had to!” he wheezed, trying to pull himself together and up off the floor.

You felt the plane’s landing gear connect with the ground as you slowed to a stop. Spider-Man managed to stand up and regain composure as the door hissed and lowered the large opening. He padded alongside you as you rushed off the aircraft with your bag of cherished items and rushed off the aircraft without thinking to assess where you were. The second you saw the grass singed in a strange, circular pattern, your head shot up.

Woah...

A huge modern-industrial facility stood before you. Light concrete, straight and modern edges... huge windows spanned the side of the wall and finally, the Avengers’ logo... You were taken aback and for the second time today were asking, “Where are we?”

 Spider-Man put his hand on your shoulder and said happily, “This is home to Earth’s mightiest heroes, a beacon of hope for technology, innovation, and a pinnacle of-”

“It’s the new Avengers’ HQ. Geez, bug boy, no need to be so dramatic!” Clint interjected from behind you.

It had been 2 days since your arrival to what has to be the most modern secret base you’d ever seen. The Avengers and supposedly your brother and his team were on a short mission. That’s why Peter (who told you his real name the first night you were there) was at HQ with you. Tony Stark disliked the idea of two teens being alone in his house, but once he popped by to get his new suit upgrade and met you, he was okay with leaving you two there. 

You had become good friends with Peter in the short time you guys had known each other. You watched movies, threw food at each other, and exchanged stories.

Pete even took you to meet his Aunt May in the middle of the week and see the Lego Death Star that he’d built with Ned. You may have not shared every interest of his, but you had enough in common to keep an otherwise uneventful week interesting. Of course Peter couldn’t always hang out, he had to do his own thing as Spider-Man. As a result, you were also able to spend your own time alone, drawing and listening to your favorite music on full blast when you were unaccompanied was fine by you. Clocks seemed to move at an impossible speed that week and your fun, relaxing days passed faster than time had in a long while.

That is— until time couldn’t have moved fast enough, the day everyone was supposed to finally come back from the mission. Saying that you were merely nervous was a severe understatement. Clocks ticked, AI popped up, and you paced. Excitement and anxiety filled your every cell when FRIDAY said they were only half an hour away. You practically jumped out of your skin when Peter told you that they’d actually landed.

Your feet carried you as Peter walked by your side. You came to a halt when tired chatter and banter reached your ears. The world seemed to stop as you took that final step and entered the room. All conversation seemed to die as you took another tentative step forward, “H-hi. I’m (Y/N),” You smiled awkwardly and waved to the room, unsure of who you were meant to talk to or what you should be doing.

In a blur of red and gray, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. The intrusion was more than welcome as you returned the hug and slowly lost the tension in your shoulders.

“(Y/N)...” The arms slowly pulled you out of the hug and the man stepped back, “I’m so sorry I never came and got you. I swear we came the second we found out, but US air laws suck and Rocket here-”

You felt your mouth turn into a smile as joy filled your very core, “It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s what matters.” You saw his tense shoulders relax and realization came upon him.

“I’m Peter, your brother.”

“Oh, no way! My name is Peter too- OW!”

“I am Groot.”

“Stop cursing, Groot! They’re trying to have a moment!”

“And you have made it worse by yelling, Rocket.”

Your brother turned around to look at the bickering behind him and gestured to the group, retaining a chuckle as he said with a content sigh, “Welcome to the family!”

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