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ura-writes · 3 years

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Trampolinist - Part Two

Part summary: You encounter a few strange teenagers, discover blown-up ruins, and find out about who caused them.

Warnings: mild anxiety, thoughts of murder, blood, threats, lots of swears

A/N - I got a good few requests asking for a taglist for Trampolinist, so here it is! Just ask and you shall be added!

@lemonmochitea

@dad-ee-drea

@victoria-a567

Also, this is non-canon compliant, but only by a bit. I may change a few small details.

Hope y’all enjoy!

(Also, if you can find the movie reference I put in here, then kudos to you!)

——

A lingering curiosity sits in the back of your head for the rest of the week, not quelled by any amount of Bedwars or Skywars, which leave you exhausted in the evenings.

Even your dreams hold inquisitiveness.

How lovely.

Eventually you have to go back to your home world to check on your animals, repair your tools and the like. It’s tedious work, but nothing you can’t handle.

Boredom eventually sets in.

It’s unnerving. You never get bored of combat, of competition between your fellow players and teammates, but here you are, eyeing the list of servers on your grid.

Only two people are on the server at the moment, their names not available for whatever reason. You’d prefer to pop on when there were no people online, mostly to scope out the server, but you’ll take only having to deal with two people.

Hopefully they’re adults and not kids that recently learned to use portals.

You stick your pointer finger out, curl it like you’re dragging it down a wall; a ripple starts where your finger lands, slowly following its path downwards. It rips a hole through the fabric of woven servers, creating a direct link to the Dream SMP. You just hope that no one attempts to close the portal, as opening one in the first place takes a good deal of energy and effort.

A sight of spruce trees and misplaced dirt greets your vision through the rip in reality.

An odd spawnpoint, but whatever. You’re not one to judge.

In the corner of your eye, where chat normally sits, a message pops up.

TommyInnit: who the fcuck

TommyInnit: what

TommyInnit: NEWY PERFHSAON

Ranboo: ah yes, perfhsaon

TommyInnit: shut the fuck n up

You chuckle at the messages rapidly crowding the chat, watching them fade idly while trying to find a way out of the really weird spawnpoint, which is, for some reason, walled off by a combination of dirt, wood and stone haphazardly placed down, as if in a hurry.

Your efforts do not go unrewarded as you spot a section of the wall that sits lower than the rest, low enough to climb over if you try hard enough.

Perfect.

Feet hit the ground rapidly as you get a running start towards the wall, scrambling upward after you jump. You fall almost immediately off the other side.

“Ouch.”

“That looked like that hurt.”

You glance upward to meet heterochromic eyes, red and green contrasting with the curious face split in half by its black and white sides. A tail flicks behind the person as their crown slips a bit down their head.

“Wh—the fuck?”

The figure laughs at your reaction, offering a gloved hand out to help you off the ground. Hesitantly, you accept, being pulled up easily, and that’s when you realize that he’s a lot taller than you thought.

“Jesus, you’re tall,” you comment idly, brushing yourself off. “Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem. I’m Ranboo.”

You introduce yourself with your tag, which elicits a hum of recognition from him, much to your pleasant shock and surprise.

“You’re the person that Dream invited, aren’t you?”

“In the flesh.”

He laughs at your quip at him, smiling with sharp fangs exposed to the midday sunlight. No point in judging a person on their (potentially, anyway) monstrous features.

“Well, you probably need a tour—“

He’s quickly interrupted by a loud “hey!”

“Oh great,” you mutter, crossing your arms. Ranboo looks a bit sheepish at your cocked eyebrow and slightly irritated expression, scratching his bi-colored hair.

“That’s Tommy. He’s uh… well, Tommy.”

A teenager wearing a red and white shirt and jeans with battered sneakers comes sprinting out of the nearby forest, coming to a halt just in front of you.

“New person!”

“Yeah, and what are you, the gremlin that got fed after midnight?”

The kid sputters out a few protests against being called a gremlin, sprinkling a good few swears in his jumbled sentences that mostly consist of rambles.

When Tommy gets his bearings, he eyes your tag, squinting at it suspiciously before his eyes widen in recognition.

“You’re the bastard that beat the shit out of me in Bedwars! Get ove’ here—“

One of Ranboo’s arms shoots out to grab the lanky teenager with ease to stop his potential assault on you. You just brush your nails off on your shirt.

“Oi! Lemme a’em!”

“No, Tommy, remember what Tubbo said?” Ranboo lectures, tail flicking in annoyance, eyes trained on him. “Remember?”

“You’re one to talk about rememberin’.”

Ranboo cocks an eyebrow.

“No punchin’ people we don’t know unless they’ve hurt us…” Tommy grumbles. “Can ya lemme go now?”

Ranboo agrees, letting go of his shirt and summoning a journal and quill to write something down in, muttering that he’s almost out of ink.

“Anyway, how about that tour now?”

You smile at him.

Maybe you’ll like this place.

——

“...and this is L’Manburg… or what’s left of it, anyway. It’s still being rebuilt.”

“How’d it get destroyed?” you ask him. “It takes a lot of TNT, Withers and dedication to destroy a city this big.”

I should know.

Tommy eyes Ranboo.

“Hey, it’s your city. I’m not explaining it,” Ranboo defends against the wordless accusation. Tommy exhales with a groan and begins his explanation.

“Wil-Wilbur, my brother, went a bit insane a few months back, blew it all up with Technoblade’s help. Wil’s… well, he’s dead.” Tommy sounds indifferent about the death, much to your surprise.

You nod absentmindedly, setting your eyes on a slightly obscured poster that flaps in the wind. When you get close enough to pin it down it reads:

Wanted: Dead or Alive. High Treason, Inciting Violence, Unlawful Use of Explosives, Extreme Terrorism.

Reward: See Authorities

Below that is a well-painted picture of a man you somewhat recognize, wearing a red cape, a crown, full enchanted Netherite armor and carrying an axe that seems to shimmer in the light.

Technoblade. You’ve had a few run-ins with him playing Bedwars and Skywars, even teaming up with him a few times. He always seemed nice enough, and certainly a damn good sword fighter. He always knew when to run and when to stand and fight, when to attack and when to defend.

“What did he do?”

Ranboo starts to speak, but Tommy interrupts him.

“Blew the rest o’ this place up. Bastard ran after that.” Tommy all but spits the words out of his mouth, like they’re acid or venom. “Fookin’ coward.”

Well, I wouldn’t call ‘knowing when to run’ cowardice, but we’ll pretend I agree, child.

“No one knows where he is now,” Ranboo adds. “Except Phil, of course. But he’s pretty much silent about it. Won’t give up a word of information.”

Shouldn’t be that hard to find one man, you muse to yourself. Bet I could.

“Well, I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” you lie with a smile plastered on your lips. “Y’know, as a sort of gift to you as the newest member of the server.”

Hah, as if.

“We’ll hold you to that.”

You nod and say your goodbyes, walking towards the central nether portal while keeping an eye out for an ender chest so you can get some of your stuff. You know the admin will take your elytra away if it so much as comes into contact with the server’s air, so you decide not to risk it.

Spotting one, you make a small noise of triumph and dart over there, grabbing the shulker with your stuff in it, transferring it to your inventory with a practiced ease.

Armor adorns your figure, enchanted Netherite striking an imposing silhouette against the blackstone beneath your feet. You twirl your sword with a grin.

Now to find Technoblade.

——

Turns out, finding a piglin hybrid is not easy.

You scoured the Nether for any sign of him, any trace of fabric, of a broken pickaxe, hell even a piece of iron he may have held. The ability you hold as a Jumper not only allows you to jump servers, but also allows you to find people if you have something of theirs.

Nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Nil. Absolutely jack shit.

How can one man be so difficult to track down?

Just as you’re about to give up, a barrage of curses at the tip of your tongue, a glint of iron catches your eye.

Odd.

Hopping over a cluster of Netherrack and scaring off a few baby Striders, you see a small circle of iron sitting in a pile of red dust, looking dented and beat up.

You huff and brush the dust off of it, titling your head to the side when it reveals itself.

A compass, pointing in one direction, working even in the Nether.

Standing up, you pocket it and head to the nearest portal, jumping through to the other side only to grab the compass out of your pocket as you walk to who-knows-where. It still points in the same direction as before, only moving when you do.

An irregularity in the metal against your hand inspires you to flip the compass over to look at the back.

What lies there makes you smirk.

Technoblade’s cabin. Phil’s compass.

This might be easier than you initially thought.

#ura!#mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #x reader #reader insert #Trampolinist: Series

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mobius-prime · 4 years

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277. Sonic Universe #8

Mobius: 30 Years Later (Part 4 of 4): The Freedom Fighters of the Future

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley! Colors: Jason Jensen

So things are bad. Tikhaos is wrecking the castle and is already looking to move on to the rest of Portal, and no one really knows how they'll stop her. Sonic doesn't even know what he's looking at, and is baffled when Lara-Su mentions the monster's name, leading to the mention of a couple more noodle incidents.

I will say it seems a little trite to rehash the whole Perfect Chaos thing once again in a new setting, akin to how Star Wars just rehashed the Death Star twice after the original movie, but then again, the whole point of this arc is to show history repeating itself in both negative and positive ways. I actually do like the concept of the Future Freedom Fighters, the children of the original Freedom Fighters, carrying on the fight against renewed threats to the world - in m opinion it's one of the only things this arc actually gets right. The team wonders how Tikhaos was released and how she got all this Chaos energy in her in the first place, but decide they have to focus on the most present threat first.

This is one of the only actual character moments King Shadow gets at all in this arc, and honestly, I don't buy it. I suppose this is meant to be sort of a "bad future" Shadow, in which he never truly got the chance to fully comprehend Maria's ultimate wish and ended up horribly misinterpreting it, trying to bring peace to the world by conquering it and enforcing that "peace" through his brutal regime. But it falls incredibly flat without any kind of attempt at explaining how he ended up like this. Literally all we know about the past of this particular timeline is that Sonic disappeared shortly after Eggman was finally defeated for good - details that were covered in Penders' version of the future, such as Knuckles going green once more and "remaking the world as he saw fit" or whatever aren't confirmed to have happened or not happened, making everything about what led up to this moment entirely uncertain. Thus, there's no explanation whatsoever about what could have happened to Shadow that led to him becoming so brutal and tyrannical - literally, the backstory provided in SU#5 just makes it seem like he showed up one day and started taking over for no reason. Given his relatively tame character progression in the comics compared to in the games (where he undergoes significantly more trauma and is actually directly exposed to the temptation to violently take over the world), I find him developing in this direction extremely hard to believe. Like, I know I've gone on about how he's my favorite and all, but even if he wasn't, him becoming evil like this just makes no logical sense.

Anyway, Sonic orders Lara-Su to organize the rest of her band of new Freedom Fighters to stall Tikhaos while he rescues his family from the panic room, and orders Argyle to contact the Echidna Security Team to evacuate the city. Lara-Su is nervous about being totally in charge, but takes to it like a natural, ordering the others to distract and halt Tikhaos' advance so people have a chance to get away. Meanwhile, Sonic finds the half-destroyed panic room… with Sally still sitting pretty inside it, a vapid smile on her face. Seriously, normally Ian is good at writing his female characters, so I don't know what the hell happened here with Sally. I get she's close to fifty years old at this point and she was never a frontline combatant in the first place, but the Sally I know wouldn't exactly be content to just sit around while the castle literally fell apart around her, she'd be getting everyone on their feet and looking for an escape route, goddammit.

Once again I have to point out that Silver's motivations don't seem to make sense here. In every other appearance he makes in the comic, he's fully convinced that a traitor within the ranks of the Freedom Fighters is what caused his future to come to ruin, and yet here it's pretty clearly a result of Tikhaos' rage, which was obviously not caused by any Freedom Fighter at all. As Sonic carries Sally and encourages his kids to follow him to safety outside of the castle, Argyle reports that the evacuation of the city is going smoothly, with no reported casualties so far. The new Freedom Fighters are doing a decent job of holding back Tikhaos, but they're nowhere near strong enough to actually take her down, and are due to wear down eventually. Most importantly, the Dark Presence has actually fully renounced Shadow, and are helping to evacuate the civilians and have also freed Tails and Mina. Seems like a pretty quick turnaround for a terrorist organization, but whatever. There's also no further elaboration on the whole Shadow thing, by the way. You'd think everyone would freak out at the knowledge that Shadow has escaped containment and is clearly behind this disaster, but he's never mentioned again in the issue. This would have been the perfect opportunity to actually explain what the hell happened to him to cause such a drastic change in personality, and to have him show some actual regret and character growth from it all, but nah, he apparently just vanishes into the aether never to be seen again or face any consequences for his actions here. Great writing, Ian! Lara-Su decides that the fight is becoming a little too dicey, and decides to try appealing to Tikhaos' emotional side.

Hey, Tails! As he joins in the fight, Mina rushes in to grab their two kids and carry them to safety, much to Melody's annoyance. She protests that she and Skye are Freedom Fighters now, to which Skye emphatically agrees despite his timid nature, and this softens Mina's heart a little, no doubt remembering her own past with the original team. Meanwhile, Jacques and Belle are almost crushed by one of Tikhaos' tentacles, when Silver jumps into the fight.

While he helps stall Tikhaos, Sonic and Lara-Su discuss what needs to be done to actually stop her entirely. Manik and Sonia chime in at this point, reminding Sonic of his victory over Perfect Chaos when he was young and how he targeted its brain, and though he's not too pleased with being reminded that he's not young anymore, he decides they have a point. He calls on everyone on the field to clear a path for him as he rushes the beast, but he's not as fast as he used to be, and it turns to face him…

Look, I know Mobians like to start 'em young, but have we forgotten Sonic's kids are literally four years old?! I mean, kudos to them and all, but that's incredibly dangerous! Still, I can only imagine how popular one might be growing up if they were not only the offspring of a great war hero, but could also boast they took down a deadly monster at the age of four. With Tikhaos weakened, Lara-Su approaches while reciting Tikal's prayer, and this calms her down until she's reverted back to her ordinary Tikal-shaped spirit form, sleeping on the ground. Sonic congratulates everyone on working together effectively to save the day, and cracks a few obligatory jokes about his back hurting because, you know, he's old now.

"Chronos Control," huh? I actually like that quite a bit, nice twist on the ol' familiar Chaos Control. Sally congratulates Sonic on helping save the day, still relegated to being the useless cheerleader on the sidelines instead of doing literally anything proactive like her present-timeline self would definitely have been doing, and everyone poses for a nice final shot, excited to have formed the new Freedom Fighters. Despite the many, many (many) criticisms I have of this entire arc, it is a nice ending at least, fit to stand with the other triumphant finales in the comic at least. Still, overall, I feel like it was shallow, nonsensical, and full of bad characterizations of all the familiar characters. Individuals like Tails and Sally don't feel like themselves at all, but blank slates with the same names as their present-day counterparts, and others such as Shadow are entirely unrecognizable. Luckily for my sanity, this is the last foray we make into the Light Mobius timeline in the comic, and any future issues that deal with the future are set… a bit further into the future, if you catch my drift.

Like the last SU arc, this one ends with a teaser epilogue for the next arc, featuring none other than Finitevus coming out of a warp ring somewhere in a desert in Downunda, speaking to an unknown shadowy figure about how Angel Island is almost overhead and how he's "dying" to meet Knuckles again… Dun dun duuunnn!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #su 8 #writer: ian flynn #pencils: tracy yardley #colors: jason jensen

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ck90 · 5 years

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That Thing He Does

So I saw the @shieldshockfanfic repost about the price for fortune telling being a cute #shieldshock and this happened. I’m sure it’s been done a gazillion times before but what can I say, it was a thorn on my side until I wrote it.

I haven’t done a full edit but did do a pretty so go figure. This is also my first ShieldShock so [insert neurotic, caffeine-addled, feelings of panic].

EDIT: You all are so awesome, feelings of panic subsided enough to put this on

AO3

“Dammit.” Darcy grabbed the bottle of Zoya and removed the polish from her toe for like the twelfth time. Okay, it was only the third, but it felt like a baker’s dozen.

“How in hell did they do that?” She swiped at the various images of the most amazing, beautiful, marvelous painted toes she’d ever seen in her life. And she couldn’t do any of them.

She’d tried. There were instructions and videos, but it quickly became apparent that her artistic skills were limited to stick figures with crooked lines.

What she really needed was a pedicure, but as much as the thought of one was amazing, the idea of some stranger touching her feet just gave her the willies. Not to mention throwing money she could ill-afford to spend on an indulgent luxury was out of the question.

So she was on some floor of the Stark Tower, there were so many she couldn’t keep track and didn’t bother to, on a couch that was more comfortable than her own bed and undoubtedly cost more than her whole wardrobe combined painting or attempting to paint her toenails.

“Unreal.” She enlarged an image. “Dark sorcery, that’s what it is and mere mortals can just suck it.”

“Problem?”

Darcy looked up and just, Dayummm, that man. Super Soldier. All-American yumminess that made the butterflies in her stomach take flight. Talk about mere mortal faced with sorcery.

“What?” Her brain will eventually reboot from that quick trip to Pervyville.

Steve, leaning against the doorframe ducked his head and looked at tablet clutched at her chest and the nail polish bottles littering the coffee table she’d moved closer to the sofa.

Oh. Yeah.

“Nah. Just,” she waved at the mess, “trying to do the impossible when you’re not a contortionist and have no artistic talent is hilariously quixotic.”

His brow arched and she deflated.

“I want pretty toes and can’t do it.” She wasn’t pouting. She wasn’t! Just looking longingly at the pretty pictures.

“Want some help?”

She looked up. When did he move from the door to the sofa? Was super speed part of his skill set now, too? Her toes shriveled into the sofa, hiding from the source of light that sat down next to her. Not that she was thinking Steve was light because, he was just a man, right? A pretty, pretty man.

“I’ve picked up a pencil a time or two.”

Wait. He was offering to paint her toenails? Did she get sucked into an alternate universe and didn’t know it? Those pretty blues were doing things to her.

“Uh.”

He leaned over a tad, not touching because he’s forever aware of the impropriety, and looked at the tablet on her lap.

“Those are very artistic.”

“Uh.” She blinked. Earth to Darcy! “Yeah. I wasn’t really trying for those, just, you know, the basics like actually painting.”

He nodded. “One color or two?”

“Two.” Came out in a squeak. She didn’t even know her voice could do that.

“Trust me?” He was looking at her so soft and earnestly.

With. My. Life. Yes, a thousand times, yes!

“Uh huh.”

He was staring at her expectantly and Darcy finally realized he was waiting for her to bring her feet out of the cushions of the sofa. God, she hoped they weren’t baskets of fuzz nearing sentience. She lifted a foot near him and to her eternal astonishment, he picked up both of her legs and placed them across his lap.

This was the same man who was also so careful around her. Always making sure not to touch her, even accidentally, never mind in a friendly casual manner, that she actually thought he found her kinda repulsive. I mean, she got it, her mouth had a way of saying things before her brain could filter it and he was an old-fashioned type of guy who was used to proper ladies. But she’d never felt so trollish as when in the presence of Captain America.

“Those your paints?” He was looking at the case with enough polish to paint every toe in the Eastern Seaboard and that included the men, too.

Darcy nodded. “Steve?” God, those blues of his were so…drownable. “You’re touching my feet.” More than her feet actually, her calves here firmly on his thighs and his chest was pressing lightly against them in order to look at the nail polish on the table.

The masculine muscles, and there were so, so many, blanketing her calves tensed. “Is that okay?”

Is it okay? Dude. I want to use you as my own personal, preferably naked, blanket for the rest of my life.

“Uh huh.” Thank God the filter worked for once. Might not be fully coherent but it didn’t spew the things she was thinking. “Is it okay with you?”

His hand brushed the top of one foot, before holding it. It was almost a caress. “They are nice feet, Darcy.” His mouth tightened and eyes closed as his head dipped to his chest and his shoulders kinda folded on to themselves.

“Well, they’re my little piggies so I’m kinda okay with them.” A soft huff escaped his lips as they hitched up. “You’re hands are…” warm, soft, strong, making me melt…“nice.”

“So this is okay?”

Uh, yeah. “More than okay.”

He gave her calf a gentle squeeze before turning back to the polish. “What colors would you like?”

“Do anything you want.” So much for the filter working. Did his ears just turn a little pink? Totally worth her own embarrassment.

“Anything?” His voice was low and a little husky.

It gave her ideas. Pervyville meet your new mayor, Darcy Lewis. She swallowed. “Sure.” Her voice did not squeak. It didn’t!

“Don’t look,” he said. “I want it to be a surprise.”

The man could ask her to go piss off Banner and she’d do it in a heartbeat. “Okay.” She picked up the tablet and started scrolling. “Can we still talk?”

Not if he continued kneading her arch with the hand that was not painting, they couldn’t. God, it felt so good, she bit off a moan. Because that would have been inappropriate.

“What do you want to talk about?”

You. Naked in my bed? Thank God the filter was semi-functional. “Do you know what happened in Budapest?”

Steve laughed. “I think they are just messing with everyone.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, “that would totally be something they’d do.” Silence settled between them and it was surprisingly comfortable. She was still trying to think of something to say, what could she have in common with a gorgeous superhero.

Turns out they had a lot in common. Love for coffee. Movies. Books. And he kept massaging her foot with strong, nimble fingers so it’s not her fault her eyes drifted close and she enjoyed the fucking moment. And then he did that thing.

He lifted her foot near his mouth and blew. It couldn't be helped. The jolt of electrical - okay, fine, sexual - energy surged through her and her leg jerked. Would have probably kicked him in the face if he hadn’t been holding on so securely.

“Darcy?” His eyes looked pained with worry and the grip on her foot tightened. “You okay?”

What was her name again? Right. “Uh. Huh.” Yes. Her voice was actually squeaking. She dropped her eyes before something embarrassing happened. Like her having an orgasm because he was blowing that warm, intimate breath on her damn toes. Which led her to thinking what it would feel like against other parts of her body.

“Want me to stop.”

“God, no.” Hard to clear your throat when it's rough and tight. “I mean, not unless you want to.”

He stroked her foot and if that wasn’t caress, she’d eat Tony’s stupid suit. The small one, not the Hulkbuster.

“I’m only halfway done.”

Yeah. If she made it out of this room without jumping him, it will be a flipping miracle.

“Okay.”

She knew he was nice. Of course, Captain America would be nice, but Steve Rogers is so goddamn adorably sweet and funny and smart. He makes her laugh and she’s thrilled that she could return the favor to the point he had to stop painting, eyes crinkling shut and hand on his chest. She fell a little in love with him right there and then.

Okay. More than a little but who’s counting.

The thing was after this, she wouldn’t be able to go back to the way they were before. It would crush her to know this Steve and have to go back to the formal, perfect gentleman and rather cold Avenger.

“Can we stay like this?” It comes out of her mouth before she can think about it.

“Like what?”

“Friends.”

He looked up. “I thought we were friends, Darcy.”

Her head moves slowly side to side. “No. You were polite. Nice. But there were times I thought you could barely stay in the same room I was in, much less stand near me.”

The hand massaging her foot stilled. “I’m sorry, Darcy. It wasn’t about you, it was about me.”

What was that supposed to mean? Should she ask? Did she want to know or would it be something she’d be better off not knowing like that inter-dimensional portal to a zombie world that opened up in Jersey of all places? It got handled quickly but…ew, gross.

“Oh.”

“I like this,” he said. “I,” the corded muscles of his throat stood out when he swallowed thickly. “like you.”

He did? “You do?”

His lips curved up into a soft smile. “Yeah. I do.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Or twelve. Who needs a regular rhythm anyway?

“I like you, too, Steve.”

They just stayed like that smiling at each other until she felt the heat blossom from her cheeks down her neck to her chest and…Oh.My.God. Her brain short-circuited. It just did.

She didn’t know how long it took for her to remember to breathe, but she finally managed, and her face finally felt like it wasn’t doing its best impersonation of a tomato. She was finally back to normal. Or as normal as she could be with Steve Rogers touching her and massaging her foot.

And then he did that thing he did. Again. Bringing the other foot near his mouth and blew.

Jesus on a pogo stick!

Her whole body shuddered. God, she wanted to do dirty, inappropriate things to this man when he does that thing he does.

Her eyes met his and there was merriment and something dark and promising. Hell. He knew, had known the whole time what he’d been doing to her. Or maybe he was just making sure that he was actually doing that thing that made her throw caution to the wind.

“If you don’t like it, I can do something else.”

Huh? He pointed to her toes. Her beautiful, marvelous, amazing toes in blue with stars, one toe in each foot was red with stars. He’d used that damn glittery silver polish that she’d loved but couldn't put on her nails without making them look stubby.

Red, silver, and blue, huh? Either that was a hint, shut up, she’s not thinking all that clearly, or she’s going to have to move to a cave on the other side of the world.

Darcy gently tugged her foot his grasp and scooted closer until her butt was flush to his thigh and she was practically sitting on his lap.

“Darcy.” That voice again, low and husky and full of promise. “Want to get coffee with me sometime?”

She’s almost on top of him and he wants coffee? Hell no.

“No.”

He stiffened and his eyes turned into that soft, lost puppy dog look. “No?”

“Dinner,” she said. She should have left it that, but that damn filter. “And breakfast.”

He swallowed. “Most important meal of the day.”

“Uh. Huh.” Her hand traced his jawline before settling against his cheek. This man was carved from granite. She always wanted to be a geologist.

Darcy leaned forward until they were sharing breathing space, their mouths a whisper apart.

“Do you want me to stop?” She really, really hoped he didn’t.

“Hell no.” He closed the distance, lips covering hers and did that thing he does.

#shieldshock #shieldshockfanfic #darcy x steve #I don't know how this happened #I'm blaming #fortysevenwrites #because it's her fault somehow #look!it's fluffy #amwriting #things I'm not supposed to #finally remembered how to do the read more Sorry!#omg you guys are awesome #thank you

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leah-halliwell92 · 5 years

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Clint (And a half)

(Note: I fully blame @queensdivas for this. BTW!!! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read.)

The following morning, you woke up in what you could only guess is one of the many rooms in Stark tower between its name sake and the Winter Soldier wrapped in the fluffiest and softest blanket you’ve ever seen and felt. For the first time since finding you that your words led to heart break you felt safe and warm in the cocoon Tony and Bucky had form around you.

“Morning pretty lady,” Bucky said as he too woke when he felt you shift.

“Morning,” you said and go to snuggle up to him.

“What no hug for me?” You heard from behind you and you chuckled as you turned to give your other bed buddy a good morning hug.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked gently, odd since all you’d heard of the genius is that he’s a brash often the asshole-ish type.

You shrug and snuggle back into the blanket.

“Don’t go,” Bucky said as he spooned you from behind, “I know it can kill you to be rejected by your mark.”

“But we know a guy who could help stop that,” Tony finished.

You gave another shrug as you felt the ghost pains of what promised to be a hell of a day.

“What’s your mutant name anyway?” Tony asked trying to keep your mind distracted.

“Sparrow,” you said your grin growing into a smile as you remembered who gave you the name, “I was given the name Sparrow.”

“Well Ms. Sparrow...let’s go meet Doctor Strange,” Tony said getting up.

You were being helped to walk by Bucky as Tony kept a look out for Cl...him with F.R.I.D.A.Y’s help.

He knocked on a harmless looking door, which opened on its own to reveal a floating man “sitting” crosslegged.

“Hey Doc,” Tony greeted.

“No jackass smart comment today Stark?” The floating man asked.

“Not today Stephen, please,” Tony said pleadingly.

This caught Stephen’s attention before looking to where you are standing and saying, “You can’t break soulmate bonds.”

“I know...I just want her to have a second chance. That’s all,” Tony said.

He nodded in understanding before moving his arms and opened what looked like a portal and going through.

“Do we follow him?” You asked curiously looking at the building.

“No need,” he said as he came back through the same portal.

Stephen made his way to you and fastened a necklace with a special crystal on the end.

“This will curb the side effects of the bond’s rejection, you’ll still feel them but won’t feel as if their taking your energy fully. It’s been medically, and magically, proven that those that have survived a rejection to have a sort of new lease on who their other will be,” he said tenderly.

You understood where he was coming from when you saw a second chord around his neck. You nodded and almost jumped out of Bucky’s arms to pull the good doctor into your arms in a tight hug.

“You’ll find yours too you know,” I whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss on his bearded cheek, “If I will then you will as well.”

He blushed at that and nodded.

“Join us for breakfast Dr. Strange?” You asked him with a gentle grin.

Tony and Bucky looked on a s new bond of friends was forged between the normally solitary doctor and the newby.

Stephen looked as if he was going to politely decline when his cape flew from him to you enveloping you in a warm embrace.

This made you giggle as the cape snuggled you up in itself and patted your cheeks like an anime meme causing all in the room to laugh.

“Ok ok we’ll go,” Stephen said letting out a laugh.

The cape floated back to its master and together you went to the main area for breakfast, where Mrs. Barton was helping Nat make the buffet of food needed to feed the Avengers.

“Good morning!” Laura said brightly as she dished up the last of what looked like pancakes.

Your stomach clenched and what little hunger you had disappeared as the happy face of your mark’s wife beamed in honest kindness and openness.

“Morning ma’am,” Bucky giving you a trained nudge.

“Good morning Mrs. Barton,” you say extending your arm to shake.

“You must be (Y/N)!” she said taking your hand and giving it a friendly shake, “Clint’s been talking about this liaison between the X-Men and the Avengers for weeks now going on about who they would send as ambassador and please call me Laura, Mrs. Barton’s my mother in law.”

You smiled warmly at her, she isn’t at fault that her husband just happened to be your mark. And by the looks of it she doesn’t know who you are yet...and you weren’t going to be the one to tell her either, it’s not your place.

“I see you’ve taken the liberty, and challenge to make this hoard food,” you say lightly.

You shared a laugh with the woman and was surprised with how easy it was to get along with her. It gave you hope that at least one good thing would come out of this.

You gave Tony, Bucky and Stephen a look and nod before going to the kitchen and helping Laura and Nat finish up breakfast. You sat next to Laura, who insisted you do so she could talk to you without having to yell over the gaggle of testosterone that was sure to show up. All was going well laughs were being had, conversation is flowing lightly and you found yourself having more in common with Laura than you initially thought.

The atmosphere seemed to take a nose dive when Cap said, “Good morning Barton.”

You looked up to see Clint walk up to Steve and greet him a toddler in his arms and his to oldest children at each side as they ooh and ahhh at being not only in avengers tower but with THE actual Avengers. You forced yourself to keep eating while at the same time subconsciously touching your aching mark.

Laura noticed this but kept her opinions to herself. She is smarter than she looks, she has to be to deal with a combat trained SHIELD agent and his Russian Assassin sister. She also knew it would be a matter of time before the world brought him and his mark together.

Laura noticed how withdrawn you’d gotten when Clint approached the sizable kitchen island to get some food. You became reserved, robotic almost, in your movements as you slowly ate. Meaning, you were faking...

Faking enough to pass as though you’re eating and engaging when in reality you’re not. Laura wondered why you hadn’t said anything about you being Clint’s mark. And why do this whole thing of being nice to her and getting along with her when she’s the one married to your mark.

“Morning (Y/N),” Steve said with a grin dishing himself up some food.

“Morning Steve,” you said with a bright smile before taking a drink of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Morning...(Y/N),” Clint said with a tentative smile.

You nodded with a small grin at him and toyed with the idea that maybe excusing yourself a bit early from the breakfast table wasn’t such a bad idea.

‘I mean...I’m having a lovely time with Laura. I can holdfast for a bit longer before leaving, its fine...I’m not in pain,’ you thought as you put your marked hand close to you but no less ready to leave just in case.

Your three protectors looked on and were ready to give an alibi should you need it.

All was running smoothly till Bucky, who was sitting next to you, stood to take his dishes to the sink and wash them. He excused himself to the restroom allowing Clint to take the now empty seat.

This got Tony and Stephen on high alert.

Natasha who, had gotten the truth out or Clint, was also on high alert at the sudden shift. She didn’t know you, but she knew that you wouldn’t ask anything of Clint now that you knew he is married. Whether he’d have rejected you or not.

“So,” Clint said as he dug into his food, “Did you enjoy the party?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and noticed that your suddenly four body guards, bar Tony, had resisted the urge to roll their eyes.

You force a grin and say, “It was a Tony Stark party in full just as the rumors and stories say.”

He nodded and resisted the urge to ramble to fill the silence between you.

Tony took the initiative and stood giving a dramatic bow saying, “Thank you, Thank you.”

You laughed at his antics and nearly fell from your seat as you looked around to see marked couples enjoying their time with their friends as well as each other. Steve’s sitting next to Sharon, Bruce is keeping an eye on Nat whilst she never really stopped reaching for his hand, Pepper came to sit next to Tony and plopped her head on his shoulder, Dr. Foster’s with Thor and so on. You felt suddenly ill, or worse than you did when you woke up, at the sight of so many paired marks together clearly in love and happy to be together. While yours rejected you out right.

“You feeling ok (Y/N)?” Laura asked as she saw you shrink into yourself further.

You nod fighting to keep the easy grin on your face before forcing yourself to eat another bite of food.

Laura felt you tense when Clint sat next to you, but what could have had such a profound effect on you? She looked around and saw what you’d seen. She could have slammed her head on the counter at realizing that the room is filled with marked couples. The pieces fell into place and Laura couldn’t help but feel for you. And to a certain extent understood the feeling. Her own mark’s passing had had the same effect on her that she felt as if she was floating on air when she met Clint.

Bucky came back and with a quick assessment of the situation made his way to you.

Laura saw the former assassin approach and made a quick judgment call and said, “I heard from Sgt. Barnes he was going to the gym after breakfast.”

You turned to Bucky and nearly ran to him at the suggestion. But you held back and responded kindly with a, “I heard that too,” and turning to Bucky and asking, “Mind if I tag along?”

Bucky gave you a grin playing along, “Sure doll.”

You grinned at that. Outwardly showing intrigue but on the inside feeling relief over being given the out.

Granted you didn’t go to the gym but to Bucky’s room for a long cry. No sooner had you left that you and Bucky were joined by Stephen instead of Tony, who was explaining the basic details to the rest of the team.

//Break//

Over time (almost six months in), Clint tried to approach you. To what you didn’t know and didn’t give to flying fucks about. You’d been in contact with a close friend from back home and couldn’t be happier that he’s coming to visit in two months time.

Laura became a sort of pseudo-sister to you after Clint came clean to her about him and you being soulmarks. That didn’t help him any...

Oh they’re still very married, you made sure to push them into counseling before anything were to happen, but Laura made it very clear that a second chance was slim for him. You on the other hand straight up didn’t care. You’d been left burned from your first encounter and have no desire for a repeat performance of that calibre. Should there be someone and they reject you...you fear it will be your end.

But he can’t leave well enough alone.

Two and a half weeks later...

“Can we please just talk?” Clint asked as you boxed with Tony.

“No,” you say simply.

Stephen, who was at the treadmill, looked his way pointedly and said, “What could you possibly want to talk to her abour now?”

“Stay out of this wizard,” Clint said annoyedly.

“He’s right,” you said giving Tony a nod to stop the activity, “What on God’s green Earth could you want to talk about with me? Your words said it all, I’m fine, by that I mean alive, and you’re alive. So there’s really nothing you can say about anything regarding our scam of a bond or lack there of.”

“But we are bound,” Clint said an agonized look on his face.

“We may be...and I am sorry this is where we are. But nothing you say or do will fix it, nor your help easy your guilt,” you said honestly and bluntly.

His constant appearances had been hard on you. Your mark still burned with every accidental touch you made as well as the attention he was giving you. It hurt, you just want to be left alone at this point.

“Come on Sparrow,” Tony said as he left the boxing ring.

You followed after Tony avoiding Clint like the plague as you made your way out of the gym Steve walked up to the both of you.

“When did you say the next group of X-Men would be in?” He asked curiously.

“Month to a month and a half,” you said, “Why?”

“Well...”

You shard a look with Tony and made your way to the commons to find Logan, Colossus and Ellie.

Logan saw you first.

“Hey lady bird,” he said with a gentle smile as he pulled you into a hug.

You gave a quiet gasp as new words formed on your wrist where Clint’s words used to be.

“Hey, you ok little bird?” Logan asks worriedly after pulling away to look at you.

You nod afraid to say something, anything really.

“Come on little bird,” he said with a gentle nudge, “sing me a song.”

“She can sing?” The now present Stephen, Bucky and Clint asked in unison.

The three X-Men present nod much to your embarrassment.

“Logan here also has good singing voice,” Colossus said pointing to Logan, “I am Colossus but you can call me Piotr.”

“And I’m Negasonic,” Ellie said manners in full for the first time in a while.

“And I’m Logan Howlett also known as the Wolverine,” Logan said with a nod his arms still around you.

“Aren’t you the one with metal for hands?” Clint asked.

“Adamantium skeleton,” you said defensively, “And he’s a feral mutant, makes him quite the animal.”

Logan let out a deep rumble before pulling you close and rumbling in you ear, “Mine.”

“Not here wolfman,” you say as the mark hums at his acceptance.

“What the hell do you mean not here?” Clint asked in disbelief at what he had just witnessed.

“He is my second chance meaning that,” I stopped and took Logan’s hand in mine, “I am his.”

The feral growl that left him was panty drenching and I knew from then on things were going to be a hell of a lot more interesting.

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javelon · 5 years

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Marvin loved spring. Watching the earth slowly bloom again after a long winter never failed to delight him. And then there were the spring storms. Watching lightning streak across the sky while thunder rumbled overhead was one of his favorite things to do. He never truly understood why some people feared storms.

Well...he used to not understand.

The day had been so beautiful. Sun gently warmed the earth as birds chirped and bees buzzed around freshly bloomed flowers. It had been the first truly warm day that spring and JJ and Marvin took advantage of it by opening all the windows in the house. The smell of clean spring air did wonders for helping Marvin focus on his magical studies. JJ had to come bring him both lunch and dinner, the magician too focused to bother leaving his room. Then the first cool wind of night blew through his window, forcing Marvin to pay attention to the outside world. He frowned as he turned towards the window, curtains rustling almost violently in the strangely cold wind. Had he really been that focused that he didn't notice the temperature slowly dip down? And the high winds were concerning.

'Were we supposed to get storms tonight?' Marvin pondered, approaching the open window. He was pretty sure they weren't. He usually remembered when storms were forecasted, the extra energy produced by storms was handy with certain spells and potions.

His eyes widened as he looked outside. The sky was angry and almost sick looking, dark clouds churning in the green sky. But...that never happened...except....

Marvin gasped and teleported to the living room, startling Anti who yelped and broke into several glitches before solidifying again.

"Dud̛e w̧ha̵t ţh́e͝ fuc̶k?"̡ Anti hissed then exclaimed "͜Héy̵!̀"͢ when Marvin snatched the remote.

"Not now Anti. I need to check the weather." Marvin muttered, eyes scanning the channels quickly, searching for the right one.

"The ̴w̢e͏a̸th͡er?͠ ͟W̛hy...? ͞Óh."̡ Anti had turned to look out the window, eyes widening when he saw the sky, "O̢h ̨shi̷t̀."͘

"...eed everyone in Douglas County to take shelter immediately. We have a confirmed sighting of a category f5 tornado in this area. I repeat, an f5 tornado has been confirmed on the ground and everyone in Douglas County NEEDS to take shelter." Marvin paled when he found the station he wanted, the serious tone of the normally cheerful weatherman sending fear through him.

"̴Uh̕h̴ isn̨'̨t̢ ͢t̀hat͢ ̀oųr co͡u͞nty͟?̴"̀ Anti spoke up, eyes fixated on the sky out the window.

"...yes. We need to gather supplies and get in the basement. Now Anti!" Marvin snapped when the glitch just stared at him.

Anti jumped and glitched away. Marvin was slightly surprised that worked but shook it off and ran to grab stuff and find JJ and Jack. The sirens outside began to go off just as he found the mute.

"C'mon Jamie! To the basement!" Marvin said over the sirens, shoving the blankets in his arms at JJ to carry.

"Marvin! What's going on??" Jack's voice came from down the hall, his head poking out of his recording room.

"Tornado! We need to go. Now!"

Jack's eyes widened in shock and he darted back in the room before coming out a moment later, carrying his large water bottle. Marvin ran to Chase's room, digging in Chase's closet before he finally found what he was looking for.

"Ah ha! Please still work." Marvin whispered, doing a mental cheer when the portal radio he had dug out came to life. He teleported to the basement, pleased to see Anti, JJ, and Jack were there and Anti had grabbed some food and water bottles.

He fortified the basement door with his magic just as he started to hear what sounded almost like a train in the distance.

"I texted the others. Henrik and Jackie both found shelter in town. I haven't heard from Chase yet though." Jack spoke up from where he sat next to JJ.

"H͝e s̷aid he w̸as ͟g͝ǫi҉ng̀ t͠o̶ t́h̨e̕ g͡roc͜e̸ry ̀storę a̡ft̸e̕r͡ d̸ro͜pp͝ing óf͟f͏ hi̡s̕ ̧kids a͘t ͢S͝ta̛c̡y̕'͝s͏.҉ P̕ŕobab̡ly t̢o̷o͠k sh͡e̶lter i͠n͠ t҉he̵ s̕to̸r͢e̡.̡" Anti mentioned.

"Yea probably." Marvin murmured distractedly, eyes on the ceiling.

The rumbling was getting closer. Marvin could even ever so faintly feel the vibrations in the earth. He wondered if Anti could feel it too. Judging by how Anti would periodically glitch, Marvin would bet Anti could at least feel something.

"Marvin...your magic will hold the door...right?" One of JJ's slides appeared before the magician's eyes.

Marvin blinked and turned to JJ with a small smile, "Of course, Jamie. Even if the house falls down my magic will keep us safe."

The rumbling was now a dull roar, like a furious hell beast chasing its prey. Marvin and the others flinched when they heard the distant sound of glass shattering.

Then...the hell beast was upon them. Above them wood groaned and metal tore and glass shattered. Despite the magic protecting the basement, everyone cowered on the floor, covering their heads as it sounded like hell was raining down upon them, the foundation rumbling around them. Marvin thinks Jack or maybe even Anti yelled something but the chaos above was overwhelming and all that Marvin could hear.

And then just as quickly the sound faded. The floor slowly stopped its movement, the sounds of wood and metal and glass growing further away. Yet even when all was silent the four didn't move. It was as if this terrible act of nature had paralyzed them.

Marvin wasn't sure how long they remained like that but he knew it must have been awhile as they didnt move until the sirens went off again. He gradually looked up around him, taking in how the others were doing. Jack and JJ were huddled together, trembling slightly with either fear or adrenaline. Or both. Anti was a bit further away, his complexion pale and his glitching more erratic than usual. Marvin looked down at himself and saw how his own hands shook.

"Is...is everyone ok?" Jack spoke up, his wide eyes moving to each of them in turn.

Marvin swallowed and nodded, "Yea...yea we're ok. We're all ok." Thank God. If they hadn't see the weather...or heard the sirens...

Marvin shook his head. He didn't want to think about it and he didn't have to. They were all ok. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Marvin began fiddling with the radio until he found a local station reporting on the tornado. It was another several minutes before they announced the all clear to which they all gave a sigh of relief.

But then they discovered a problem. The door wouldn't budge. Even with Jack and Anti throwing their weight into it they couldn't crack the door open more than a tiny bit. Marvin and Anti had exchanged looks and each grabbed Jack and JJ and teleported them to the surface. Their jaws dropped when they saw why the door wouldn't open.

The house was leveled. Tons of debris lay on the ground and over the entrance to the basement. Glancing around they could see that everyone around them had suffered the same fate.

"̀Ho͘l̀y ̶sh̡i͜t̡." Anti said what they were all thinking, "W͟ha̴t d͡o we̴ ̧dò ͠n͞o͠w̵?̛"

Jack swallowed hard, "I...I don't know. Marvin?"

The magician didn't respond at first. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. What...what did people do after something like this? Cry? Curse the gods? Hug their family?

Wait yes family. They needed to find their other family members. "We should go to Henrik's hospital. We know Henrik's there and chances are Jackie will be nearby."

'If the place is still standing.' Marvin couldn't help but think. They just had to hope it was

"Did Chase ever respond?" Marvin asked, distracting himself from his worries about Henrik and Jackie.

Jack pulled out his phone, chewing his bottom lip and shook his head, "No but looks like the cell tower's down. I have zero service and I normally have full bars here."

'Great.' Marvin sighed and looked at Anti, "Think you can help me get us all to the hospital? It's less draining on my magic to teleport than open a portal."

Anti nodded and placed his hand on Jack's shoulder again, "̷R͠e̢a͠dy͠ wh͠e͢n y͜ou͡ a̛re͠,͞ ͡M̶a͡rv."͡

Marvin turned to JJ and when Jamie gave him a nod of consent, he put his hand on JJ's shoulder and teleported them to the little park next to the hospital. Anti and Jack appeared next to them a second later and they all let out a collective breath of relief when they saw this part of town wasn't as bad. The trees had several broken branches and some houses and buildings had bee leveled but not all of them like their neighborhood had been. And it looked like the hospital was still in good shape.

It was obvious at a glance that the tornado had devastated a lot of people. The parking lot was already filling with folks coming in, all looking injured in some way. One lady was being carried in by a man, a long jagged piece of glass sticking out of her lower leg. An ambulance was already there wheeling in someone on a gurney. Another lady was carrying in a sobbing child who had blood on their forehead, the lady trying her best to soothe them. Marvin's heart broke as he took in everything.

"Guys!"

Marvin's and the others heads shot around when they heard the familiar voice, a man in a red outfit hurrying towards them from the hospital entrance.

"Jackie!"

The group ran towards Jackie, meeting him halfway and enveloping him in a group hug.

"I'm so glad you guys are ok." Jackie exclaimed when he stepped back from them, looking them over. No doubt looking for injuries.

Jack nodded, "Yea we're all ok. But Jackie...the house...it's been completely flattened."

Jackie's face fell, "Oh." He shook his head and gave them a small smile, "There's different buildings being set up as temp shelters. We can stay there for now. I can secure us spots at one."

"Oh good. Thank you Jackie." Marvin breathed a sigh, happy they had a place to stay for now, "Did you see Henrik in there?" Marvin motioned towards the hospital.

Jackie nodded, "Thankfully I was able to catch him real quick. Probably the last we'll see of him for a few days..." The hero trailed off and glanced around him.

Marvin knew he was right. Especially as he looked around again and saw how many more people had arrived. The number of injured people tonight may be more than this hospital could handle. The magician wouldn't be surprised if they started hearing medical helicopters flying overhead soon. A woman sobbed in the distance, her arms cradling a bundle of blankets that she rocked as she cried. Marvin glanced away only to see a man sitting on the ground, shoulders shaking as he held a limp dog close to him. Everywhere Marvin looked there was more pain and sorrow. All from one storm....

"...rvin. Marvin!"

"Huh what?" Marvin snapped his attention back to his family. Jackie and the others looked at him in concern.

"Do you know which grocery store Chase usually goes to? Jackie's going to check it since we haven't heard from him yet." Jack explained.

"Oh uhh the one on Antioch and 95th I think."

Marvin felt a stab of alarm as Jackie's skin seemed to pale, "What?"

Jackie clenched and unclenched his fists as he glanced around himself, "I...I haven't been to that part of town yet. But...I heard it was where the tornado touched down first, before the sirens went off."

A sharp intake of breath was heard but Marvin felt so disconnected with himself it may have been him who gasped, "They had no warning?"

Fear and dread wormed through Marvin at Jackie's nod. Jackie was quick to say, "I'm sure Chase is fine! That grocery store has almost no glass windows after all and it's walls can withstand way more than our house could. Probably the safest place in town to be!"

Marvin's mouth felt dry as he whispered, "Yea. Yea you're right. He's fine. Of course he's fine."

They just needed to find him and Marvin's heart could stop trying to escape his rib cage...

6 Months Later

Jackie meandered down the sidewalk, for once wearing civilian clothes instead of his hero's outfit. His eyes occasionally flitted from one thing to another before going back to the sidewalk. Fall was in the air. He used to love fall. The changing leaves, the smell of apples and pumpkins in the air, the hot summer wind slowly shifting to the cooler breeze of autumn.

The wind was still shifting. And the smell was there. But most of the leaves hadn't grown back yet after the tornado stripped them away. The town wasn't as decorated as usual. The rebuilding of the town had taken most of the finances that would normally be used for seasonal decor. It would most likely be years before the town started to feel normal again.

Jackie looked up again when his feet hit grass. He wasn't really sure where he had been going when he first went for his walk he just knew he needed to get out of the house. Their newly built house that so many people had generously gotten together to help them rebuild in return for all the help the Septics had given to the town after the tornado. It looked almost exactly like their old one. But it was missing something. No Jackie wasn't surprised his feet led him to the little park by the hospital. The community had done a good job of restoring it after the damage, new flowers had been planted and the new wall in the center was beautifully decorated. The wall with the many names and faces on it.

The hero was only interested in one name and face today and it didn't take him long to find it. Chase Brody's smiling face stared back at him,the word MISSING below Chase's photo taunting Jackie, reminding him of their failure. Of his failure.

They had tried. Oh how hard they had tried to find their missing brother. The grocery store Chase was supposed to be at had been half leveled, many of the dead people on the wall having been at that store when the tornado hit. But the Septics didn't even know if Chase had been there. He had dropped his kids off shortly before the storm hit, that much they knew for certain. It took several before someone had reported finding Chase's car out in a nearby field, along with several other large items like a shed, another car, and a dunebuggy of all things. The other car had been picked up from a driveway a few miles down the road so there was no way to tell where Chase's car had been. Or where Chase had been.

Footsteps from behind startled Jackie out of his thoughts. An older gentleman had come up beside him, eyes searching over the wall before putting his hand on a paper with a sigh. The man hesitated before tearing the paper off, a young woman's face smiling up at him, MISSING under her name as well.

"Did you find her?" Jackie's voice was rough, but he couldn't stop the question from bubbling forth.

The man looked at him, shoulders sagging, "No."

"Oh."

The man looked down at the woman's picture, "I...don't think they will, truth be told. It's terrible to say. She's my daughter. And I wish with everything in me that she'll come back home. But...I can't....I just can't..." The man cleared his throat, "I have to let her go. I have to accept that after....after 6 months of just...nothing....that she's gone to the emerald city....over the rainbow."

Jackie could feel a lump forming in his throat, his eyes burning even as the gentleman walked away.

"Is that where you've gone, Chase? Did you find the emerald city? Follow that stupid yellow brick road?" Jackie whispered.

Vaguely he was aware of his knees hitting the ground, shoulders trembling as he rested his forehead against the cool stone of the wall, one hand clutching at the ground while the other rested on Chase's picture.

"Please, Chase. Come home. Find that wizard or the fairy or however the fuck that story went and just come home!"

Salty, heartbroken tears dripped one by one down his cheeks, the sorrow in his heart overwhelming Jackie as he knelt before that wall of missing names and faces.

Only the cool fall breeze answered the hero's plea as Jackie wept for his missing brother.

#chase brody #fanfic #jacksepticeye #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #tornado

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sunevial · 5 years

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A Parting of Sisters

This one is gonna take some explaining. In my current campaign (with Brethil), we’ve decided that souls reincarnating is just sort of an option most people can take if they feel like it. Everything from this point on is hypothetical.

Brethil ends up reincarnating into a high elven noble named Lothnen, while Sphinx (a tabaxi ranger who is Brethil’s snuggle buddy, partner in crime, and platonic potential soulmate) ends up reincarnating first into a half-elven woman named Ellie (who Brethil met) and then a dhampir (half-vampire) woman named Emily.

Throughout their lives, these two always have found each other. Lothnen and Emily found each other when they were relatively young, and they have been sisters ever since.

However, Emily is effectively immortal. Lothnen, for all her magical prowess, would never pursue immortality.

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With a careful hand, Emily pushed open the large library door and carefully pulled it shut behind her, training her ears and eyes around the room. Something was…off. It was the middle of the day, normally when Lothnen would be neck deep in her tomes and endless research, and there was…no turning of ancient pages…no scribbling of elegant quills…no frantic scratching of hasty but legible calligraphy. A light frown on her lips, Emily turned down a row of wooden bookshelves and very carefully set her feet against the stone below. That was…odd. Was she sick? No, she had fallen ill with a giant wasting disease and still insisted on having her fountain pen and endless sheets of paper. Perhaps she was with child again? No, Doron had passed on twenty years ago, and Lothnen had never taken any other lover though they had been in an open relationship. But if not ill or pregnant, then what could keep Lothnen from her studies?

Turning the corner, she received her answer. Lothnen sat at the large bay window, gazing out onto the cove that rested just below the cliff face of her family’s manor. Her fiery red hair draped down her back, laying like threshed wheat instead flying off in its normal wild waves, her already pale skin almost white in the afternoon sun. Though normally filled with the boundless energy of a fae in flight, it was as if…as if the elf she had known for almost all of the most important years of her life had been replaced with a poorly made statue. It was…bad. This was not…not normal and quite concerning.

“Lothnen, you are not at your desk, and you are especially quiet even though it is the middle of the day. Are you feeling perhaps ‘under the weather’?” Emily asked, stepping over to the low seat and taking her place next to the elf.

With a pained smiled crossing her face, Lothnen turned away from the window. “Oh, hey Emily,” she said, her words tired and forced. “I guess I kind of am, now that you mention it.” Now more easily able to see her closest friend in all of the known worlds, Emily could see that Lothnen’s face still bore her signature blue flower tattoos, spiraling around her cheeks and temples like vines winding up a tower. However…there was still something wrong. Her eyes, teal like the waters outside the window and shining as if they were under sunlight, now were dull like an unpolished zircon stone, and her pupils now resembled a moon in its waning.

“Tell me what your illness is, Lothnen. I know many cures and spells to relieve you of this affliction,” Emily replied, reaching a hand out and placing it on Lothnen’s arm. It was…cold.

Lothnen choked out a laugh and carefully rose to her feet, pulling a shawl over her thin shoulders. “This isn’t something you can fix, Emily,” she said with a sad smile.

Without hesitation, Emily jumped to her feet and put a hand on the other’s shoulder. “You must sit. You need rest. If I cannot fix what is making you weak, then surely Asrian-”

“Emily…I’m dying.”

For a second, a minute, an eternity, they both stood in silence as the words faded into the pages of the books around them.

Almost scared to let go and see the elf fade before her into nothing, Emily slowly withdrew her hand. “Oh…you are correct, I cannot fix death,” she said hesitantly, holding her hands against her stomach. “But you discovered the secret to immortality, did you not?”

“Yeah, that was a real puzzle to work out,” Lothnen agreed, nodding a touch and shuffling across the floor towards a spiral staircase with a grace and poise Emily had only seen her put on during the most formal of events. “Centuries of work, endless nights in libraries across the multi-verse, searching through ancient ruins in dangerous realms…but finding that final answer was worth every danger along the way.”

As they neared the stone stairwell, Emily gently took Lothnen’s arm, guiding her down the shallow steps. The air grew cooler as they descended into the cliff and down to the docks below. “Then how is it that you are now dying?”

Lothnen laughed again, shaking her head and sending her hair aloft. “It’s like I said before, I wanted to figure it out for the challenge, not because I actually wanted to be a god or anything,” she replied, placing her hand overtop of Emily’s own. “Living forever never really appealed to me. Not to mention I’d be a really bad immortal.”

“Then…your spirit will be leaving your body shortly, and you will go on to rest in the elvish afterlife. Is it not customary for you to be surrounded by your family in your final hours?” Emily asked, pulling the shawl a little tighter around Lothnen’s frame.

“Well, normally, yes, that’s what’s supposed to happen,” Lothnen said with a little more of her normal energy, though with a sadness Emily had not seen within her since Doron’s funeral. “But Silma’s known for awhile and we’ve already said our goodbyes, so I figured that you guys could just drop me off in Avandor on the Starskipper.”

A light gale whistled past the steps and between the two of them as another silence stretched in the dimly lit stones. “We will be losing you then.”

“Don’t say that, it’s not like I’ll be gone forever,” Lothnen said, her normal warm and carefree smile crossing her face. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yes, but it will not be you,” Emily replied, her voice the same tone it always was, if perhaps a touch quieter than normal. “It will be someone I have no memories of.”

Lothnen’s laugh echoed off the polished stone.

“What is so funny?” Emily asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. “I was under the impression you promised Asrian that in your next life, you would return as Brethil.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Lothnen said, a little of her mischievous light returning to her eyes. “Well, as much as I don’t want to break a promise, especially one I made to cousin Az, I think I’m gonna have to. The one after that? Sure, no problem. I’ll come back as the druid I used to be. But I need to do something else first.”

“Then this is something very important to you indeed,” Emily replied, nodding her head in understanding. “Do not worry, Lothnen, I will keep it secret for you. Asrian will not find out.”

“Good, because he’s gonna be real mad when he finds out what I’m gonna do.”

“Does it have something to do with the cookies?”

“Not exactly, you’ll see eventually,” she said with another laugh, though this one sounded pained, as if she had to work to get the air out of her lungs.

Instinctively, Emily shot her arm out and around the elf’s shoulders. Though Lothnen had never weighed much to begin with, it was if her bones were made of feathers and her flesh of dandelion fluff. The darkness of the enclosed stairwell was beginning to fade, the smell of the sea fresh in her nostrils. While not intentional, Emily could nevertheless feel her steps slowing. It was safer, yes, it was safer to go slow. Lothnen was weak. She needed to move slower. There was no rush. No, Lothnen was running out of time. Emily willed her legs to move faster. “Come, the ship is not far now.”

“Emily, I’m fine, really,” Lothnen protested as their feet hit the dock and they stumbled together up the ramp and onto the deck of the Starskipper. The ship’s golden sails almost glowed in the sunlight, throwing light back into the heavens above like a newly polished mirror. “You really don’t need to worry about me.”

“But you are my best friend, and you will be gone, and I will never see you in life ever again, and so I will mourn your passing,” Emily said quietly, keeping her gaze on the ship below.

With a speed Emily was surprised to still see in her weakened friend, Lothnen shimmied out of the hug and wrapped her arms around her thin body. Her skin might have been cold, but her embrace was like a blanket around her shoulders in the dead of winter and a mug of hot cider by a fire. She smelled…sweet, like tropical orchids in full bloom, the same scent she remembered on the elf when they first met all of those years ago. At some point, she vaguely registered Asrian stepping out of the captain’s quarters, the slightly snarky exchange between him and Lothnen, and Phillip’s announcement of their departure. Yet she still did not let go, feeling the silky fabric between her fingers, reminiscent of flower petals and long nights of excursions into realms unknown.

However, she felt the ship slip between the waves and dip into the Astral Sea, watching the waters turn to purple and pink mists and glowing silver clouds floating in the distance. They sailed for just a few short minutes, passing by floating islands and the wrecks of ships who had tried and failed to confront the beings that called this place home. She had never realized just…how short a minute really was.

They reached the portals all too quickly, sixteen glowing circles in the very center of the Astral Sea. How many times had they been here before, sailing into the first layer of the Nine Hells, or the depths of the Shadowfell, or the endless clockwork of Mecanus, but never into the realm of perfect forests, clean streams, and towering mountains, the one place that should they ever visit, they would lose their elven companion forever. Emily kept her grip on Lothnen as they sailed just to the edge of the portal.

The ramp extended off into the realm, just enough for one single person to cross into. Lothnen looked down at Emily, her face no longer sorrowful or full of energy but…perfectly content. “I have to go now, but I want you to know…” She reached out a hand and pressed it to her temple. “…even if we never really meet again, I will always be here…” Her hand moved over Emily’s heart. “…and here.”

There was silence.

“I will miss you, Lothnen…my best friend.”

A light kiss graced the top of her head. “I will miss you too, Emily…my sister.”

The embrace broke and Emily could only watch as Lothnen tore away from the ship and stepped up onto the gangplank, her robe blowing in the astral wind. She smiled widely, and for a split second, the years fell away and she was once again a young, precocious elf full of life and energy and wonder sailing on a ship fit for the gods and calling her by a name she had never borne in this life.

“See you all soon!”

With her last burst of energy, Lothnen ran at full speed and crossed the barrier with a laugh of a scholar discovering the final mysteries of the universe as her body body crumbled away and a beautiful shining soul danced off into the neverending twilight of the elves.

For a reason she did not understand, Emily reached out towards Lothnen as she ran, trying to grab onto something that was not there, something that had never been there. She felt a hand on her shoulder, Asrian’s hand, to be more precise. As she turned to look him in the eyes, she found that her vision was warped and blurred, as if she was looking at something under a thin layer of water.

She blinked and felt something wet run down her cheek.

“Oh…I am…crying…”

#my writing #after this lothnen ends up the world's most angry sea elf #the aforementioned asrian is mad because she ended up under the sea #and it took him forever to find her

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ghargoyle · 5 years

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Demon of Hidden Things (Demon x Female Reader) - Part 2

This is late and my pacing is soooooooo rushed but just TAKE IT

Part 1

En route to his destination, Sartael felt his facade start to slip. An involuntary growl reverberated from his chest; the skin on his hands was gradually fading from a golden tan to blood red. When the conductor came by to check his ticket, the conductor’s face dropped.

“Uh. Hello...sir. Got your ticket?”

“Yeah, right here. Thank you.” He attempted to flash the conductor one of his brilliant Wall Street smiles, but it didn’t seem to help his case, and the man hurried along to the next passenger.

Turning to glimpse his dim reflection in the train window, Sartael immediately noticed that his eyes had reverted to a startling neon yellow with slitted pupils. Oh. Well that explains the look. Whatever, he probably thought they were costume contacts or something. Hesitantly, the demon opened his mouth to find a full set of pointed fangs. Well, that’s a bit harder to explain away. Thankfully this is New York, so that’s probably not even the weirdest thing he’s seen today.

Slipping his monthly train pass into his wallet, Sartael paused and smirked at his ID and business card. “Jim Alaster”, it read, in a classy black font with gold detailing. A name he had carefully crafted for himself before moving to America. “Jim” coming from “Jinn” with the n’s mashed together, “Alaster” being an anagram of his own name that also hinted at his demonic identity without being too obvious. The full name, conveniently, was similar enough to that of some Northern Irish politician that Sartael didn’t come up on the first page of Google results. Of course, he had made himself a website and a fairly realistic-looking set of social media accounts anyway. Just in case.

He wouldn’t need the name anymore, but he was still proud of it, in an odd way. He might keep the wallet and its contents as a souvenir when he returned to Hell.

Hell. Did he even want to return? He gazed out the window at the Northeastern landscapes, which seemed to alternate pristine woodlands with sparkling lakes and grey industrial wastelands, all concrete and carbon emissions. Occasionally, the train would pass a quaint town or chic city occupied by the country’s elite--Starbucks and artisan bistros, boutiques selling $200 plain dresses and decor that read “Home is where the heart is.”

He knew which stop was his when the air became thick with a pulsing energy. By that point, his chin and nose had started to protrude and veins of red stretched across the expanses of his once carefully-curated face. He could feel his feet starting to turn into hooves in his polished Italian leather shoes, his tail pressing against the inside of his pants.

Guess Uber isn’t an option.

Thankfully, his destination seemed to be a relatively small coastal town, walkable in a few hours at most. The amulet seemed to call out to him in a soft but insistent humming tone, beckoning him to close his eyes.

When he opened them, he knew. He started toward the ocean, ignoring the stares he got, knowing that humans--especially in this part of the world--were too cynical to believe even their own eyes.

Just over an hour later, Sartael came upon an apartment building on the shore. He breathed deeply for a moment, taking in the aura, reveling in the anticipation.

And he promptly ripped the building’s door off its hinges.

And took the elevator to the 8th floor.

And walked down the hall to apartment #83, where he knocked meekly on the door and waited.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you peeked through the peephole in your apartment door, but what you got was a man who looked like he was in dire straits. You couldn’t make out the details of his visage through the smudged glass, but he looked redder than any normal human should, and he seemed to be huffing and puffing quite a bit. Maybe the elevator was broken again?

You opened the door and greeted him with an expectant “Hi!”, only to have him charge and tackle you to the ground before kicking the door closed behind him.

“WHERE is my AMULET?” he roared. You screamed, and he covered your mouth with one ha--were those claws?! “Scream and I swear I’ll kill you and find it myself. It is a green gemstone with a sigil carved into it. Where is it?”

You furrowed your brow for a moment, thinking. Then you attempted to pry his hand off your mouth, leveling him with a glare.

“The only thing I can think of that matches that description is the stone on the cover of my journal. If you get the fuck off of me, I’ll gladly show it to you.”

The demon let go with a slight shove, and you hurried to your room to fish through your desk. You pulled it out less than two minutes later and nearly threw it at the demon, who glared at you and then gazed down at the cover with a wicked grin. His fingers hovered just above the gemstone, as if he was nervous to finally make contact. When he did, the carved sigil glowed emerald for a moment, and then faded back to normal.

“What….” He swallowed. “What in the name of Lucifer himself did you do to it.”

“Huh?”

“What. Did. YOU DO TO IT.”

“Nothing? I bought this at a flea market. It was already embedded in the cover of the journal.”

He tore the leather cover to shreds with one long talon and held the stone flat in the palm of his hand. After a long moment in which you could see golden flames raging in his irises, he looked up at you.

“I don’t suppose you know where the nearest portal to hell is, do you.”

You stared at him and snorted. “Behind the ramen joint across the street.”

Sartael, as he told you his name was, was a bit surprised to see that there actually was a portal to Hell behind the ramen shop across the street.

“Well yeah, I wasn’t kidding. I figured if any place around here were a portal to Hell, it’d be this one.”

“Well played.” In a split second, he grabbed you and jumped into the gaping hole in the ground. Another split second, and you found yourself at the mouth of a sweltering cave, where masses of downtrodden people groaned and screamed and marched toward their eternal damnation.

You winced. Sartael looked around for a moment before snatching your arm and walking right into the cave, ignoring the protests of the guard-demons, none of whom seemed willing to leave their post to stop him. Inside, you could see tall columns of fire, rivers of blood, and...well. All the things you might expect to find in Hell.

Not thirty seconds later, Sartael was recognized by an elderly-looking demon with glasses.

“Sartael?! By St. Michael’s bastard, that can’t be you! It’s been centuries!”

“Olgrath. Where is your brother?”

“Where do you think? As if that old fool would ever step foot outside that library.” Olgrath laughed. “Goodness, it really has been ages. I--”

“Thank you, my friend. But we really are in a hurry.”

“Leaving so soo--”

Sartael once again grabbed your hand and took off, dodging demons and condemned souls alike. You came to a pair of massive wooden doors engraved with a sigil and guarded by what looked like a hydra. It didn’t kill Sartael (nor you) immediately--did it recognize him? He acknowledged the creature with a nod and started tapping out a pattern on the sigil as though entering a code on a keypad. At last, he pressed his palm to the sigil, and a voice came booming from the other side of the doors.

“Who is it?”

“Sartael.”

The doors opened to reveal a...surprisingly small demon. Smaller even than Sartael, who was not much larger than you. He closely resembled his brother, down to the thick glasses resting on the bridge of his Roman nose. If you had previously been asked what the librarian of Hell would look like, he might have fit the bill, but his voice had thrown you through a bit of a loop.

“Sartael!” The small demon grinned. “Finally returned from your centuries-long vacation with a...living human, I see.”

“We’re here on business.”

“I should hope so.” He turned to you and his grin turned slightly menacing, a glint of something terrible in his eye. “Hello, my dear. You may call me Ilgrath. Enchanté.”

You gulped, forced a smile, and were about to tell him your name when Sartael interrupted.

“I have recovered my amulet, but it glowed green and then nothing happened.”

Ilgrath held out his hand for the stone, which Sartael reluctantly handed over. The librarian held it up to his eye, glancing between you and your demonic companion, let out a pensive hum and handed it back.

“It appears as though she has become the de facto owner of the amulet, although she doesn’t have the capacity to harness its power.”

Sartael shot you a bewildered look. “How do I get it back?”

The librarian laughed and clapped his hands. “By ritual, of course!”

“Blast it! Always with the damn rituals!” He stopped a hooved leg. “What does the ritual entail, then?”

“I don’t know anything about that. You’ll have to ask the Master Librarian of Infernal Objects.”

“The bureaucracy here really is awful. Now I remember why I hate this place.”

You trudged off down a hallway to an elevator servicing 666 floors. Great, you thought. We’re probably on 665. Thankfully Sartael pushed the button for the 17th floor and you arrived instantly. Magic, you figured. You started really wishing you had brought a water bottle, although you were pretty sure it would have boiled or melted by this point.

Sartael marched out, gearing up to shout at whoever you encountered. Instead, a stout demon with large, rough hands stood at a desk, tinkering with an object under a magnifying glass. Before Sartael could start ranting, the demon spoke.

“There are two ways in which the ritual may be completed. You may kill her, and use her body in a ritual with these objects.” He tossed a small scroll to Sartael, who struggled to catch it. “Or you may mate with her.”

Sartael unrolled the scroll and let out a string of very angry-sounding demonic words. The other demon seemed unfazed, and when he replied, it was in the same deep, monotone voice as before, although you still couldn’t understand the language. Whatever he said made Sartael whip his head toward you, looking at once shocked, anxious, and infuriated. Without another word, he dragged you to the elevator and pressed the 666th button. You shut your eyes tight, and when you opened them, you were…

Back on Earth.

Sartael turned to you. “You have as long to live as it takes me to gather the items for the ritual. Some of them are found only in the most remote areas of the human world, so we will need to travel. I will cover the costs with Jim Alaster’s savings…”

“Jim Alaster? The Wall Street guy?”

“Yes, and my supposed identity. We will need to be careful, however, because at the moment he is supposed to be missing.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Whatever. I guess traveling the world is how I would want to spend my final days anyway.”

“If it’s any consolation, it will probably be more like final months than final days.”

“Sweet. Where to first?”

#exophilia #terato #Demon Boyfriend #errementari #demon #sfw #mine #The Devil and the Blacksmith

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Anomaly (Marvel Imagine)

Title: Discovered

Pairing: [In Progress]

Warnings: This part isn’t like my other ones since it doesn’t take place in any actual part of the Marvel movies. The scenes, however, are based on the movies - Thor Ragnarok Spider-Man: Homecoming

There will be some moments where a character will be experiencing a panic attack. Since this is based on my own experiences with panic attacks, I hope no one feels offended by how I describe it.

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

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

Word Count: 3,273

Summary: All seemed peaceful for [Y/N]. Everything had quieted down since her last adventure with Spider-Man. Little did she know, it was the calm before a storm.

Note From Author: Midterms are coming yet again and I wanted to post this before cramming like crazy! I’m sorry for making you all wait and I hope you enjoy this part!

Part 10 - Anomaly

It had been about a year since her encounter with Spider-Man.

[Y/N] had finally settled to life in New York, enjoying the lively atmosphere and often exploring around without too many worries. Her capture wasn’t exactly a priority, like Captain America or Wanda Maximoff would be, so she didn’t have to be wary of who could find her. In addition, Tony seemed to be helping behind the scenes, erasing any digital trail she may have left behind. She could never confirm his involvement, but she suspected it to be him nonetheless.

Spider-Man would visit frequently, the two sometimes just hanging out as he asked all kinds of questions about the Avengers. At first, he was so caught up with her new gloves that he sometimes forgot she even existed. He got so wrapped up, practically begging her to borrow it for closer examination, but it soon died down.

After that, he would go fight crime and she would sometimes tag along. Nothing too serious happened since then, so he could handle most of it alone. [Y/N] was just there for any damage control, helping him be more efficient during fights. Ned would sometimes also come over with Peter when the two needed a place to work on both actual school projects and other side “projects” without the watching eyes of their guardians. Overall, it was very peaceful.

Everything seemed to be going great until one day… Well, it was one of the worst days [Y/N] had experienced in her life.

The day started off normal. She had woken up early, a bit before her alarm, and was feeling energized to just go out and explore more of New York. Then, something completely unexpected happened.

While walking down the somewhat empty streets, the sun barely making its way up in the sky, a strange, orange glowing circle appeared on the ground around her. A bit panicked, the sparks of light dangerously close to her ankles, she jumped away from the center of the circle. Without someone in the middle of it, it quickle fizzled out and was gone.

What the hell?

She peered over at the empty sidewalk, examining it closely, but it showed no signs of charring from the odd occurance. Then, it happened again. The same circle appeared under her, but this time it was faster. [Y/N] felt gravity pull her down as the ground below her just vanished.

The sensation reminded her of the wormhole back on Sakaar, the flashes of memories jolting her with fear and adrenaline. Her breathing accelerated and her hair stood on end as power welled up inside her and exploded her upwards with incredible force, away from the portal. Just like before, the circle vanished when she no longer stood atop it.

No, no, no, no, no, [Y/N] chanted again and again.

Panic became hysteria as she trembled all over. The fact that she was completely exposing her abilities in public, regardless of the lack of people, didn’t even register in her mind. All she could think of was how she didn’t want to go back to that alien planet. There was no telling how long she’d be stuck in that wretched place again, if she was sent there at all. She might not even be able to return to Earth like last time. [Y/N] was lucky when Loki and Thor ended up there. If she got sent there again, it could possibly be forever. And, if the Grandmaster still ruled and remembered her, she wouldn’t be safe.

Take a breath. Panicking will get you nowhere. Breathe!

A few seconds passed by. Then a minute. After a couple of minutes of waiting the circle still did not reappear. Her breathing settled somewhat and her heartbeat returned to its normal pace. Though adrenaline still pulsed through her, making her uncomfortable with the excess energy, she was too scared to completely calm down.

It’s okay, she tried to tell herself, It could be nothing. Wormholes don’t usually appear in the middle of the ground, right?

But how was she supposed to know? That time on Sakaar, a wormhole just suddenly emerged and sucked her away from her friends and onto Earth. Thankfully, she ended up where she wanted to be, but that was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Out of the infinite possibilities, it was highly unlikely that she would be that lucky again.

However, as she was carefully thinking about all her options while hovering in the air, those same sparks flew out to right beside her. The shock of it startled her so much that the hold on her powers faltered and she began to fall dangerously fast.

Shit!

It wasn’t a fatal height, but it was enough to do some serious damage. She braced for impact, her muscles tensing at the expected solid ground, but then the falling didn’t stop. [Y/N] could already surmise what had happened, the odd portal strangely targeting her, but she was too scared to open her eyes to confirm it. Still, the familiar feeling of nausea was enough for her to know what happened without seeing for herself.

I don’t want to go!

“Ah, you’re awake,” an unfamiliar voice called out as [Y/N] finally opened her eyes.

Everything was unfamiliar. The ceiling. The floor. The walls. The bed. Everything… They were all things she’d never seen before. Her heart raced as the events of what happened flooded back to her and her breathing became erratic. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn’t even focus on the person beside her. She couldn’t control her body as it trembled, her body feeling unnaturally cold as the blood drained from her. Reality was slipping from her and she began to hyperventilate, when something brushed against her hand.

“Shhh,” the stranger soothed, his gloved hand gently squeezing her own, “You’re alright. You’re okay. Just take a deep breath.”

[Y/N] finally turned to the speaker. Even he was unfamiliar. He had white streaks on both sides of his hair, contrasting with his normal full head of black. The lighting was dim, so it was hard to focus. Everything about him seemed elegant, but most importantly… Human. He appeared to be human. Though the thought should have reassured her, many people on Sakaar looked human. His clothes certainly didn’t resemble the fashion sense of Earth that she knew of. Still, not knowing was worse than knowing, since the imagination could be scarier than the truth. If she wanted to finally rid herself of this anxiety, she’d have to ask that dreaded, awful question.

“W-where…” She choked a bit, unable to form words as tears spilled from her eyes. Shuting them tight and taking in a breath, she tried again. “Where am I?”

“New York,” he answered, his stern features softening, “Earth, year 2017.”

It took her a moment for the words to sink in. New York. 2017. Earth.

[Y/N]’s body crumpled back in relief and the tears flooded like a broken dam. She covered her face in her hands, unable to stop herself from crying as the fear of being on another alien planet eased away from her. Sobs escaped from her as the sounds filled the near silent room. The man beside her just sat there, patiently waiting for her.

She wasn’t back on Sakaar. She wasn’t trapped on a foreign planet. She wasn’t sent to another place in time. She was still in New York. She was still on Earth.

It surprised [Y/N] how much the many years stranded on Sakaar had damaged her. Of course it was a scarring experience, but it never hindered her this much over the years she had returned to Earth. The memories resurfaced from time to time, often in the form of a nightmare, but they never bothered her to this extent.

“Who are you?” [Y/N] asked when she finally cooled down and recalled that she wasn’t alone in this strange room. Her eyes were still red and most likely puffy from all the crying, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was very calm, which helped her to feel a bit more at peace.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange.”

“You’re a what?”

Stephen had finished explaining where she was, why she was here, and how he had brought her there. He seemed to think that all of this was quite easy to comprehend, but a world of magic was just a bit difficult to believe. If he was categorized as a god or an alien, perhaps it would have been easier, but him being a normal human… Now that was hard to wrap her head around.

“I am the master of the mystic arts,” he repeated, “and I brought you here because I sensed an anomaly around you.”

“Look, Mister-”

“Doctor,” Strange interrupted her, adamant on getting that title across.

“Doctor,” she corrected, a bit drained from everything that went on, “I just experienced hell and now you want me to believe all this magic stuff?”

Honestly, she wanted to be mad. She wanted to be furious and throw a tantrum at the man who had caused her so much distress, but she was also tired. She was so exhausted due to all the change that went through her life, every bad experience just crashing back on her in that moment of hopelessness, that she just couldn’t muster up the energy to fight this man. He was a stranger to her. It was fine to leave it at that, wasn’t it?

“I just want to go home. Maybe take a nap. Can I go now?”

“Miss [Y/L/N],” the man replied, his expression serious and unchanging, “I keep tabs on everything that may be a threat to this world, but when you entered my city, there was just something off.”

“Off?” [Y/N] couldn’t even gather enough energy to feel offended.

“It’s as if the time around you is distorted,” Stephen clarified, trying to keep it simple so as to not confuse her. It didn’t really work.

Noticing her blank expression, he waved a hand in front of her, and a strange tingle prickled at her. She looked down at her own arms and noticed something rippling off her skin in almost transparent waves. It felt a bit odd, and she tried to touch whatever it was, but her hands just phased through them.

“W-what the-? What is this?” [Y/N] questioned, goosebumps forming at the intangibility of it.

“Thirty… No, twenty… Eight?” He muttered as he examined the ripples, his hand resting under his chin in thought, “Yes. Twenty-eight.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are off this timeline by twenty-eight years.”

It was then that it clicked. [Y/N] now knew exactly what he meant by off and anomaly. She didn’t know how he knew, but it seemed he was talking about her years on Sakaar. Still, she didn’t know this man. In fact, because of the stunt he just pulled, she didn’t trust him either. Why should she answer any of his questions?

“Ah, so that’s what happened,” Stephen nodded before she could even say a word. He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of tea that seemed to appear out of thin air. “Well, nothing I can do about that. Strange, but harmless. I apologize for wasting your time.”

“Wait-”

But before she could finish, everything around her blurred. In the blink of an eye, a room full of old books, ancient artifacts, and elegant decor was replaced with the busy, bustling streets of New York. People walked around her, not even noticing that she had appeared out of nowhere.

She felt a bit queasy, the feeling of being transported from one location to another making her recall those wormholes and portals, but she swallowed back the nausea and blinked a couple more times. The sun was now high in the sky, showing how much time had passed. Its bright light made her eyes sting, since they had been adjusted to the dim lighting of that strange room. Shaking off the sick feeling, she gave up the idea of getting answers and simply let the matter drop.

“I really hate magic,” she grumbled, her mood fouled by the whole event as she finally arrived home and flopped onto her bed.

“Now that seems a bit harsh,” a coy voice whispered into her ear, making her jump back in alarm.

The man who stood before her was all too familiar. The years didn’t erase the memory of him, the image etched into her brain from all the rage she had felt for him that day. Without thinking on it for another second, her fist flew towards him, aimed directly at his face. However, her hand merely phased through the figure, his nose uninjured, as she stumbled forward from the lack of impact.

“Hello to you too, [Y/N].”

“Go to Hell, Loki.”

“Yes, the second-rate sorcerer,” Loki huffed, his brows furrowing slightly at the memory, “I must remember to pay him back someday.”

[Y/N] had given in once she realized he would not leave her alone.

He had sent a copy of himself onto Earth, admiring the “foolish actions of Midgardians” whenever he was bored, when he had happened upon her. Of course he was not looking for her, not even knowing that she was back on Earth and not with Thor, but he couldn’t pass up this opportunity to mess with her. Besides, he had some free time.

“You know Doctor Strange?”

She had known Loki for a few weeks back on Sakaar and though their relationship was far from friendship, it wasn’t as small as an acquaintanceship. They grew to tolerate one another, especially in the face of the Grandmaster, so of course they could hold a conversation. However, that became a bit awkward after Loki’s little mind tricks he had casted around the time of Thor’s arrival on the alien planet. Still, she hadn’t seen him in years. If she couldn’t forgive this god, then she could at least hold out so that she could find out how Thor was doing after all this time.

“We had a brief encounter,” he scowled at the memory and quickly pushed it aside before it could ruin his good mood, “but enough about me. I’m more curious on why you’re on Earth and not with my brother.”

“Wait, are you with him right now?” [Y/N] asked, sitting up on her bed and following Loki with her eyes as he wandered around her apartment.

“No, I am with a more… Rambunctious bunch,” he chuckled a bit dryly, clearly unamused by the company around him, wherever he may be. “Just some rebels rallied together to go help save Asgard from Ragnarok.”

That made her freeze. She had forgotten that she had been thrown back in time from that day on Sakaar. In Thor’s perspective, she must have been sucked up by that wormhole just mere minutes or hours ago. Not even a day must have passed by since then.

“Okay,” [Y/N] said, nodding as she took it all in. He was curious when he examined her reactions, but wasn’t too interested on what was buzzing through her head. As he was hundreds of years older than any Midgardian, he assumed her thoughts were just as insignificant. “So that means Thor made it off of Sakaar, right?”

“Of course,” the God of Mischief was a bit confused. Her question didn’t quite make sense to him and he didn’t like feeling left in the dark. With that, he decided return to his previous question. “Why are you on Earth?”

At first, [Y/N] was quiet. She wasn’t sure whether or not she should tell Loki about what had happened. First of all, she didn’t like him. Though her feelings towards him weren’t quite hatred, they weren’t very pleasant. Giving this god information was like arming him for battle. Secondly, [Y/N] enjoyed that slight bit of annoyance that shone on his face. It wasn’t a big win but she considered it one nonetheless.

After a while, [Y/N] finally gave in and decided to tell him everything. She took a gamble and prayed that he would pass on the information to Thor. He must have been worried about her since she was suddenly taken away. There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t anxiously thinking back on what had happened after that day. Now that Loki was here, during the time where the battle against Hela was upon them, she desperately wanted Thor to know that she was alright and that he didn’t have to concern himself about her. His focus should go solely to his safety and his people. She didn’t want to hinder that.

“I see,” was all Loki said.

He looked bored, silently listening to her ramble on, but she had studied him enough to read him to a certain extent. Though his face portrayed indifference, his eyes sparked as calculations and thoughts raced through his mind. [Y/N] couldn’t decipher too much, she wasn’t a mind reader after all, but she knew he cared enough to hear her story out. Or at least he cared enough about the information she presented to listen carefully. Hopefully, he would pass on this message to Thor. That was all she could ask for.

Seconds turned to minutes as the silence continued. Surprisingly, the noiseless atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as one would have expected. The two of them were actually used to this, their days in Sakaar making any moment of quiet more blissful than stiff. Then, Loki looked up and glanced at what seemed to be an empty wall.

“Oh, looks like we’ve arrived,” Loki murmured, his image rippling as the main body stirred.

More and more of him started to disappear and for some reason, something within [Y/N] stirred.

“Loki!”

She called out without thinking. When he stopped fading, returning to a more solid image, and turned to her, more surprised than amused, she nervously bit her lower lip.

“Just…”

[Y/N] hesitated. She didn’t want him to know she was worried, given that she was still very mad at him, but she couldn’t let these words just be bottled up within her. Regret would consume her if something happen to him in this upcoming battle. They weren’t exactly friends, but how could she, in good conscience, let a man going off into a bloody battle go without settling debts?

If it wasn’t for him and his brother, she would have never escaped the confinements of Sakaar. Though she couldn’t forgive him completely for making her feel so humiliated that time he had forced her to spill her secrets, she still felt grateful to him for bringing a bit of Earth back to her. It must have been a small thing for him to share but to her… It granted her a sliver of hope.

“Just…” She took in a deep breath, steeling her nerves, and looked him in the eyes. Showing no weakness and only speaking the genuine truth, she finished her sentence. “Don’t die.”

His eyes widened, clearly not expecting those words to ever be directed at him.

“Well, not before I can kill you, anyways,” [Y/N] added with a grin.

A few seconds passed, something clearly happening where his true body was since his image kept flickering, and then, Loki smiled. Though it was that mischievous, signature smile of his, there was a glint that shone in his eyes before he faded away, leaving [Y/N] all alone in her little apartment.

Author’s Note: I’ll be taking a break from writing any more parts. Though a large part has to do with college and my daily life, I’ll mostly be on hiatus until after Avengers 4 is released so I can make the next few parts (which will be based on Infinity War) as accurate as possible. Thank you for sticking with me and enjoying my works! I hope you all will be patient and still want to read Discovered when I return!

[PART 11]

Tags: @themeanestlittlewitch @stressedandbandobessed7771 @moistpotatobear @fxckingfat

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umbrahighpriestofgiratina · 7 years

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Caging Destruction

This is one of the earliest Yangverse fics, and oddly one of the more popular ones in certain circles. It features Yveltal being a socially akward dork, among other things.

A woman entered a small sub shop late at night and looked around. She saw a lone girl and her Purrloin eating the last of their French fries, the latter stealing them while the former wasn’t looking. She then turned her attention to the cashier, who was sending a text while his manager wasn’t looking. She marched over to him and slammed several dollar bills on the counter. “Be a dear and get me a Unovan cheesesteak,“ she said, “And make it snappy.” The worker, after backing away quickly, hastily prepared the woman’s sandwich and handed it to her. The woman left the money on the counter and sat down at a table. Ah, nice to finally settle down and eat, she thought, smiling, and moved to take a bite of her sandwich. ”Yveltal,” said a voice. The woman looked up to see a blue-haired, red-eyed man in a blue and silver business suit. “Shh!” she said. "People will hear you!" "I have erected a... Glamour of sorts around this table," he replied. "We will go unnoticed." "Fine, Dialga. Tell me what you want." The man sat down. "You've been... Unusually active as of late." "Yeah, so?" "For a Legendary of your caliber, it's rather risky." Yveltal raised an eyebrow. "Can't you say the same about yourself?" "History shows I'm more... disciplined in terms of self-control than you are. Especially since you recently were unsealed after a thousand years." "I'm fine." Dialga crossed his arms. "You could drain the life from every being in this restaurant if you lose control." Yveltal smirked. "Implying you couldn't just turn it all to dust if you did the same." Dialga scowled. "That's enough. Meet me in my home dimension." "But-" "Now." Dialga got up and left the restaurant. Yveltal sighed and did the same, carrying her sandwich with her. ------ Yveltal looked around Dialga’s home dimension. It seemed to be composed of a strange blue haze, with enormous glowing crystals floating through the aether and flashing scenes from throughout the history of the universe. The haze formed a “ground” of sorts around Yveltal’s feet, though she wasn’t entirely sure how flimsy or not it was. Meh, thought Yveltal. Needs more stuff blowing up. She yawned and stretched her wings- having reverted to her birdlike, red-and-black default form- when she noticed Dialga approaching. To most people Dialga’s current form would resemble a steely blue and silver dinosaur or wingless dragon; to Yveltal he resembled an overgrown, deformed Ponyta. “Now, Yveltal,” he said. “Tell me why you’re here.” “Because you’re a prick?” “Try again,” he replied, not changing his tone in the slightest. Yveltal rolled her eyes. “Fine. Because I endanger people and Pokemon by roaming about?” “Precisely. You must remember, Yveltal, you are the embodiment of death and destruction – not something that should be taken lightly.” “I can control myself.” “Really? What about the time you drained the life out of everything in a five mile radius before your latest slumber?” Yveltal shifted nervously. “That… Was an accident.” “Or the time you immolated an entire kingdom?” Yveltal flinched. “I had a damn good reason for doing that.” “Or the time you caused a mass extinction?” “I’m learning, OK?!” Dialga scoffed. “Yveltal, you are dangerous. Thus, you need to isolate yourself from humanity.” “Bah, you’re no different. Just look at the time that Cyrus freak tried to-“ At this Dialga gave a truly venomous leer and stomped a forefoot on what was the rough equivalent of “ground” in his dimension, sending vibrations that shook Yveltal’s body. “Enough! You know the hierarchy. I’m the senior Legendary, and you obey my orders. Understood?!” “…Fine. I will.” With that, Dialga stormed off. Yveltal sighed. “Hey,” said a feminine voice. “My brother giving you a hard time?” Yveltal turned to see a white –and-pinkish dinosaur-like creature with a long neck approaching, looking worried. “What do you think, Palkia?” replied Yveltal. “Eh, he’s always bossing good mons around. I wouldn’t worry about it.” “But…” Yveltal sighed again. “I just woke up after a thousand years thanks to that whole Team Flare fiasco. I could use some freedom.” “I know… Hopefully he’ll ease up eventually.” Palkia’s expression then brightened considerably. “You could hang out with me! I was just about to watch a Valiant Knight Skarmory marathon!” “Thanks, but I think I’ll go home.” “You could hang out with me, ladies,” said a third, masculine voice. A third, gray-and-gold dragon emerged from a portal nearby. “Giratina! Were you listening in on private conversations again?” said Palkia. “Maybe. Just saying, I’m the cool one to hang out with.” “Yeah, right. Yveltal, you can go home now.” “Thank you, Palkia,” said Yveltal, and she left hastily. ---- Yveltal sat on her perch on a desolate mountain, rocks and scraggly trees filling her vision all the way down to a valley below, where a human city lay, its form seeming to taunt Yveltal. In the meantime, a Latias was babbling in her ear. “…And Tornadus and Thundurus blew something up. Again. Any questions?” “Nope,” said Yveltal, “I’m good.” “Thank you! Now can I go? I have a human friend I wanted to vi-“ “Fine!” snapped Yveltal. “Shoo!” The Latias gulped and quickly flew off. Yveltal gazed back at the city sourly. Maybe Dialga is right, Yveltal thought. Maybe I should stay away from humans. As the sun set in the distance the lights began to flicker on in the human city. But humans are so interesting. They don’t know when to stop creating- and even better when to stop destroying! I hardly even have to do anything sometimes! And they’re far more dynamic and open to change than we Legendaries are… She smirked. And besides, they’re fun to hang out with. Her mind skipped back to the subject of other Legendaries and suddenly felt a pang of longing. And then there’s Xerneas… He can be a bit of a buzzkill too and we fight a lot, but he’s my friend and I miss him. He could be out there, anywhere. Yveltal fidgeted a bit, then stretched her wings. To hell with it. I’m going. She flapped her wings and flew off towards the city. ---- A now-human Yveltal weaved her way through a crowd in a city park, making sure not to bump into anyone. There was a celebration going on, and the air was filled with various sights and smells, some pleasant and others not so much. Suddenly a man tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, have you seen a blonde girl in a Zelda t-shirt?” “Let me guess, your girlfriend?” said Yveltal. “Uh, yeah, why?” “Ew. Romance. I don’t get why you hu- er, everyone is so gaga about it.” “…I’ll ask someone else.” The man left in a huff. What? Thought Yveltal. I really don’t get it. She then felt something pulling on her leg and looked down to see a Helioptile. <You got any food?> “No. Shoo.” The Helioptile frowned and scampered off. Great, thought Yveltal. Now I feel guilty. She moved away from the crowd and rested her hand on a tree. Aside from those little mishaps, so far, so good. See, Dialga, I’m doing fi- She suddenly felt a surge of energy through her arm and looked up to see the tree’s leaves withering. Gah! She thought as she recoiled her hand. Keep it under control, keep it under control… She looked around and became further flustered when she saw a pink-haired young woman in a Valiant Knight Skarmory t-shirt. Palkia! OK, keep your cool, you just have to avoid her seeing y- “Hi Yveltal!” said Palkia, who was suddenly right next to her. Yveltal jumped to the moon and let out a yelp. “Don’t scare me like that! How’d you get over here so quickly?” “Deity of space,” replied Palkia, stopping to sip a drink. “Whatever. Just… don’t tell Dialga.” “Like I’m going to tell that buzzkill.” “I’d suggest not calling me that again,” said a third, seething voice. A human Dialga stepped in and gave Yveltal a glare that could freeze the sun. “And look who’s already disobeying orders.” “Hmph,” said Yveltal, “Can you just buzz off?” “I’ll “buzz off” when you actually listen to me.” “Er, guys?” said Palkia. “There are people here…” “Look, I’m just trying to learn how to fit in.” said Yveltal. “Is that so bad?” “It is when you’re a risk to everyone around you,” replied Dialga. “Maybe I wouldn’t be one if you left. Me. Alone!” At the “alone” a pulse of dark energy fired from Yveltal’s mouth straight at Dialga. It collided with him and sent him flying straight into a tree, and the sound of wood splintering echoed throughout the park. The crowd of people heard the noise, saw the crumpled Dialga, and began to yell and panic. Dialga staggered to his feet, and his eyes began to glow. Around him, Palkia, and Yveltal, time flowed in reverse. The tree de-splintered several pieces of wood at a time, the crowd’s panic transitioned smoothly back into celebration, and when the glow in Dialga’s eyes ceased and time started flowing normally again nothing seemed to have happened. Dialga then spoke as coldly as he possibly could. “Palkia, take us home. Now.” Silently, Palkia blipped them away. ---- The crystals in Dialga’s home dimension gave off an audible buzz as the three Legendaries –now in their default forms- gathered between them. “Well.” said Dialga. “I believe we all learned a lesson today.” Yveltal opened her beak to retort, but just as quickly closed it. “Yveltal,” continued Dialga, “You will be re-assigned to the most remote corner of the planet. And if you attempt to leave I will report you to Arceus himself. Understood?” Yveltal sighed and hanged her head. “Yes…” “Woah woah woah,” said Palkia. “I have had enough of this. It wasn’t entirely her fault!” “She fired a Dark Pulse at me!” said Dialga. “Because you were pressuring her!” “Well what was I supposed to do?” “Give her a chance?” “I already gave her-“ “A real chance?” “…Fine.” He turned to Yveltal. “We shall do battle. If you display sufficient control of your power during it I may let you off easy.” Yveltal immediately shifted into a battle position but squawked and ducked when Dialga spat a pulse of turquoise energy her way. “You’re going to have to react faster than that!” said Dialga. “Oh, I most certainly will!” said Yveltal, firing a pulse of dark energy that racked Dialga’s steely hide. Dialga grunted and pooled the light shining off his scales into a beam that struck Yveltal and nearly knocked her out of the sky. “No, I can’t lose this!” Yveltal fired her own beam from the center of her body at Dialga, pushing him back a bit but barely making him flinch. However, it was enough for Yveltal to blast his face with dark energy, disorienting him. At this, Dialga began glowing; Yveltal panicked and bullrushed him, raking him with the claws on her wings in a desperate attempt to stop his attack. But it was too late; an explosion of energy pulsed from Dialga’s body as he roared, blasting Yveltal away and leaving her crumpled on the ground. “Ugh… I’m sorry…” she said. “I failed…” “No. You succeeded.” Yveltal looked up to see Dialga smirking. “You displayed admirable control of your power in that battle. I feel that merits going a little easier on you.” “Yes!” said Palkia, pumping a claw in the air. “Yes!” said Yveltal as well, shooting back up into the air. “I knew I could do it!” “However,” said Dialga. “Given the incident today I feel the need to appoint a supervisor.” “Eh? Who?” Dialga suddenly turned his head. “Giratina! I know you’re there. You’re the supervisor.” A portal opened, from which the gray-and-gold dragon emerged. “Yo ladies! We are gonna par-tay, am I right?” Yveltal stared blankly for a few seconds before giving a satisfied smirk. “Totally worth it.” -------- The next day a human Yveltal and Giratina were together on the side of a city street, the human Giratina being dressed in a long coat, fedora, and scarf. “Now,” said Yveltal, “You aren’t going to be embarrassing me, is that clear?” “If you say so,” said Giratina. “Good. Now-” She noticed something sticking out of Giratina’s mouth. “…Is that a joint?!” “Maybe.” Yveltal quickly grabbed the joint and tossed it away, where it hit the back of a young man’s head. “What the-“ he said, looking around. “Ack!” said Yveltal. “I’m sorry!” “Oh, it’s OK!” said the young man. Yveltal suddenly noticed the young man’s platinum-blonde hair and blue-and-black hoodie and felt a twinge of familiarity. “You know, I feel like I know you…” she said. “Who, me? Well, maybe you do. I wander around. Try to live my life to the fullest because, well, I love life. Viva la vida and all that.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Of course, I shouldn’t be using that particular phrase. I’m Kalosian.” Yveltal stared at him for a few more seconds before the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. “…Xerneas?!” She embraced him. Xerneas embraced her back. ***

Thanks to Shurtugal and my Creative Writing teacher Tim Waggoner for revising help.

#yveltal #dialga #fanfic #yangverse

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ivinabrooks · 4 years

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Time Travel & The Force - Five Hargreeves

EPISODE 0009

[MASTERLIST]

𝐭 𝐚 𝐤 𝐞 𝐜 𝐨 𝐧 𝐭 𝐫 𝐨 𝐥

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"Mom, why are we here?" Eight whined as she looked around and saw miles of nothing but grass.

"Well, hun, I didn't need you to burn down my beautiful trees," said Ella with a happy James in her arms.

"Okay mommy, the first to step to taking control is well, knowing what type of power you hold," James explained from his grandmother's arms.

Eight sighed and nodded.

How the fuck did she know what type of power she had? All her life she went doing what she knew. Lifting stuff, reading minds, waving around a lasso, and teleporting.

After reading her father's journals she reads she has immense power living inside her, but how does she activate it?

Closing her eyes she got thinking.

"Number Eight! Wake up!" the voice of Reginald Hargreeves shouted.

Eight gasped and sat right up, breathing heavily, looking all over the place, and then her blue eyes landed on her father. Quickly she gripped him into a hug.

"Dad I saw the world, it was in flames, nothing survives nothing..." The young blonde cried.

The older man gripped the small child in his arms, soothing her hair as she cried, "It's alright, I'm here to help."

But what he had seen was unnatural. The minute he had stepped into the room, it was burning. The walls crack under the pressure of the heat. Her body glowing and looking as she never had before.

This was a new discovery of her powers, and this one was the one that made things special.

"Luther if you don't stop this instant..." Eight threatened as several stones floated around her.

"Or what? You're going to throw rocks at me?" Luther taunted.

Eight narrowed her eyes, "Luther you better tell me what Five actually said," she said, not feeling as the courtyard began to feel a bit hotter. Just as the rocks around her began to turn red behind her.

"Oh, that you were just an experiment for him? To see if you'd actually believe he liked you?" Luther replied not really thinking, I mean does he ever?

Luther's eyes widened as he saw the flaming rocks being thrown at him. Luckily he ducked in time avoiding getting hit. As he looked back at her, he was surprised by what he saw. It was Eight and her hair was floating above her head, just as her body was glowing a golden hue.

"You don't want to lie to me Luther, not today not ever," she hissed and mentally threw him towards one of the walls.

"Hey aren't you Reginald's daughter?" An older man asked as he looked at the little girl in a uniform sitting in a chair.

"That would be me," she replied with a smile as a dimple appeared on her cheek.

"Now what's your name?" He asked, sitting down on the chair across her.

"The name Number Eight Hargreeves," she replied with a smile still on her face.

The man chuckled, "Oh right, Reginald and his odd named children," he said looking as her smile wiped off her face.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" the blonde girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

The man chuckled, "No, it's just odd that he has children, and leaves them unattended at parties..." He said with a wicked smile.

The man looked behind her and nodded. At that moment. A large hand came over his mouth, as he grabbed her.

"Let's go," The man told the one who was holding Eight as she squirmed.

As the men stepped outside, more men joined her.

"Get her in the car, and get fucking going, before her father realizes her gone," The mysterious man said.

Eight at the moment was afraid. She's never been in a situation like this. And sure as hell wasn't going to be stuck like this. Eight put her feet together and kicked the nearest man, and bit down on the man who had his hand over her.

"Ow! You little shit!" the man dropped her.

Eight quickly got her feet and ran down the path trying to get away by her kidnappers.

"Get the girl!" A man yelled as footsteps rang behind her.

As she finally got enough room between her and the men. So, she turned around. And held her arms up. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. And as they opened the men stopped.

They all took out their guns and faced them towards the young glowing girl.

"Go ahead shoot me," the little girl with glowing hair said.

The men didn't hesitate, they shot at her, but the bullets never reached her. They paused mid-air as she had stopped them with her mind. Slowly Eight lifted her and rotated them, just as the frozen bullets did the same. The men stood frozen as they watched her push her hand back and the bullets flying at them. Just as the bullets hit each of its targets, they all fell like dominos.

"Eight!" A voice rang in the clearing.

The blonde turned and saw her father, and ran towards him. Hugging his torso.

"Dad, they tried taking me, I defended myself," Eight explained to her father.

The man sighed in relief as the girl was untouched, "You did good Number Eight, you did well." Reginald was glad to see his little girl alive.

Eight let a shaky breath out as she remembered all of the times she used her power. Every time she used it as a form of defense. But she can't do that anymore. She had to learn how to control it without having extreme circumstances.

At last, she took a deep breath, and she began to feel the changes. Her hair floating into the air and just as her body began to glow. Just like all the other times.

"Mommy, you did it!" James exclaimed, jumping from his grandmother's arms.

Eight looked over to him, and her hair and body went to normal as James jumped into her arms.

"Sure did, love," Eight said a big smile holding her child tight in her arms.

"It's almost time for you to leave, mommy," James said as he laid his head on her shoulder, "dad, and your siblings need your help."

Eight sighed knowing he was right, he was always right.

"But before you head off, we need to test if you're really ready," the little boy giggled and jumped from his mother's arms.

Eight was confused as the boy ran to the sidelines. She didn't have much time to think of what just happened, as the ground behind her began to rumble. Quickly her body turned and her eyes widened at the sight. A giant human version of herself towered above the ground. The only difference between the giant was that she had dark hair rather than her blonde.

"Well fuck, that's a way to train someone..." Eight gasped out.

Furrowing her eyebrows, the blonde brought up her fists and stood in a fighting stance.

The giant Eight clenched her fist and brought it down towards the ground at regular Eight.

Before the fist could crush her, the blonde rolled out of the way. Not wasting a second moment Eight summoned her lasso and gripped it around the wrist of the giant.

Giant Eight, groaned and lifted her wrist, along with smaller Eight swung on the glowing lasso.

The blonde used the momentum and swung herself up to the dark-haired version of her shoulders.

The giant was quick to grab Eight off her shoulder and throw her harshly back on the ground.

Eight yelled as her body hit and rolled on the ground painfully. Shakily she got up and shook her head, and looked up at the giant determined to take her down. The blonde turned her head and looked far off to see a large lake nearby.

Eight spread her arms and fingers facing herself. Slowly she turned her palms to each other as she moved in a circular motion. As she did so, a large portal appeared above the dark-haired Eight. As it opened water poured above her with force.

"I never lifted these types of things before," Eight said to herself, "there's a first for everything."

Eight let a breath out and lifted her hands towards the water as it fell. Her hands shook as the weight pushed down on her.

"Fuck, water is heavy," she grunted.

Eight didn't give up although she pushed her right foot behind her and lifted her hands as the water followed her movements. The blonde skillfully wrapped the water around the giant's head in an attempt to drown her.

This soon proved to be a mistake as the dark-haired giant shook her head, breaking the large bubble of water. Further angering the giant. Giant Eight, did similar motions that blonde Eight had done. Lifting the water from the ground and flinging it at Eight, sending her flying through the ground.

"The fuck! How does she have powers too?" Eight exclaimed getting up soaking.

The giant didn't stop there. She lifted her hands, lifting giant boulders from the ground and flinging multiple of them.

Eight shrieked and was able to teleport away from the impact of the giant flying rocks. But as she reappeared more rocks were sent flying towards her, and more she teleported to safety more than once as the giant was relentless with the boulders.

"Ugh, I've had it with you, you dark-haired freak!" Eight shrieked out of frustration.

The blonde teleported before giant Eight and smirked. Breathing deeply she closed her eyes and felt herself change once more. Her hair began to glow and float just as her body glowed the familiar gold along with flickers of purple and blue this time.

Eight let her body float in the air looking at the giant straight in the eyes.

The giant furrowed her eyebrows and chucked more large rocks at the small Eight without hesitation. But before the rocks could hit Eight. They disintegrated to dust before her. The giant looked confused but Eight just cocked her head and smiled.

Eight lifted her arms in front of her, palms facing towards herself. Turning them outwards, waves of flames and gold energy sprouting from her body.

The giant's eyes widened in fear, her eyes meeting the glowing gold eyes from blonde Eight.

"No sign of Vanya," Five said as he told Diego and Klaus.

"She's not downstairs, either," Luter commented.

"How about Ellie? Has she come out of the room?" Klaus asked the siblings.

Five pursed his lips and shook his head, "Still in dad's study."

Diego sighed but shook his head and patted Klaus' shoulder, "I'm leaving."

Klus turned to his retreating brother dumbfounded, "Wait. Where are you going?"

"Vanya's still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha," Five said to his brother who paused to turn to his brothers.

"I know. I'm still gonna get my things and then I'm outta here," He said, his voice lowering, "I got some unfinished business with those fools."

Five sighed but then turned to Klaus, "Hey, did dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him? Any clues as to how it happened?"

Klaus just sighed and lightly shook his head, "No, no clue. Truly terrific shave. But no clues." He finished saying not all that interested.

"Jeez," Five said and walked away going down the steps.

"You know come to think of it, he did mention something about my potential and how I've barely even scratched the surface of my—" Klaus began to say as he followed Five down the steps.

"How did he know about the apocalypse?" Five said ignoring whatever it was that Klaus had said.

"I don't know but listen. This whole jumping through time thing of yours, how did you know how to do that?" Klaus asked as the two reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I didn't. You'd realize that if you were actually sober," Five sneered pushing past Klaus.

"Hey, I am sober. See if Ellie was here she'd believe me. God that's why she was my favorite," Klaus whined turning to Five, "I've been clean for almost two days!"

Five scoffed at the mention of his wife, "Yeah, Eight sure loves to disappear....and two days are you kidding me?"

"It feels like 45 years," Klaus whispered as she shivered.

"Who are you kidding Klaus? I've seen you fidgeting all day," Five commented looking at his brother.

"Well, I guess we're both fighting our addictions, then," Klaus said looking at his older little brother.

"I'm not an addict," Five deadpanned.

"Yeah, you are. You're addicted to two drugs, one called the apocalypse, two your sexual frustration with dear Ellie," Klaus explained with a cocky smile.

Five clenched his jaw, "You're wrong."

"First sign, denial," Klaus scoffed, turning around and trying to walk away.

Angrily Five teleported in front of Klaus a finger pointed at him, "You and I, we're not the same."

Klaus chuckled at his reaction, "I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore. Apocalypse done, Ellie off who knows where. Trust me. Just let it go."

Without a second thought, Five flung the prosthetic eyes towards the wall, shattering it. And then proceeded to walk away.

Klaus stood shocked and watched Five walks away, "Figuratively, but yeah, that works, too." he said sighing and scratching his hands, "One day at a time."

Five had made his way to the bar and began blending a mixture of margaritas. He had nothing else left. His wife has yet to return from who knows where she is. And the apocalypse was finally over. So what best way to celebrate than a few drinks.

Five plopped swirly straws and umbrellas in his, Eight's, and Delores drinks. As they both sat by the counter. The lonely seat beside him with a drink prepared.

"Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?" He questioned the mannequin that sat on the other side of him, then leaning down to take a sip of his drink.

"Now what?" He repeated as he looked at the woman.

"I don't know, maybe hope Eight comes back with a way to make me look older..." He starts as he reaches to pull his collar, "Because Klaus was right...I miss her..."

Before Delores could reply there was a knock on the door, "Eh, I'll get it," Five sighed and got up with his drink in hand sipping through the straw. Walking over to the door he opened the door bored. He was met by a familiar sight, "Hey old-timer," Hazel greeted with a gun in hand.

"Do you have my sister? And if not, would you like a margarita?" He asked but didn't wait for a response, "Come on." He offered and walked into the home leaving the door open.

Hazel still holding the gun walked in hesitantly and closed the door behind him.

"Are you here to kill me?" Five asked looking at Hazel's gun in hand.

Hazel realized and apologized, "Oh, shit, sorry. Old habits," He replied tucking away the gun.

Five sat on the stool and continued to sip on his margarita.

"Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know..."

"Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my wife and family, kidnapped my brother," Five listed not feeling threatened by the large man.

"Oh right, Eight was your wife, sorry. There's not much I can do about the past. Both you and your wife were killers too." Hazel replied giving Five a stern look, "Doesn't help Eight who was considered one of the best too."

Hazel then blushed, "Speaking of which, your wife in Budapest? Legendary. If only she were here—"

Five furrowed his eyebrows, there was never a day he couldn't hear about Eight's remarkable work, "Hazel, why are you here?"

"Well, I know—" Before he could start Hazel was kicked from behind by Diego.

"Diego, stop," Five exclaimed at the man.

This did not stop the leather-clad man. He jumped over Hazel's body and kicked him in the face as the man had gotten up to his knees, and then punched him.

"You know before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say," Five commented as he watched the fight continue.

Hazel swung at Diego's stomach and sent him to the floor, quickly Diego flipped back up taking out a knife.

"I'm gonna kill you for what you did to Patch," Diego seethed and swung forward with the knife.

Hazael was quick enough and jumped back before getting a cat and dodging more of his swings that Diego threw at him.

Five rolled his eyes, "Or don't see how that goes," he said sipping on his drink.

The two continued in a fight, as Hazel dodged Diego's attempts in slicing or stabbing the larger man. In a lucky swing Diego through his knife in the air and caught it swinging it towards Hazel's thigh. The large man screamed loudly as Five grimaced at the sight. Hazel angrily swung forward and pushed Diego straight in the face pushing the knifeman back.

"That's gotta hurt," Five committed still not moving from his seat, and looked over at Dolores, "You're right Eight would've loved to see this."

Hazel took out the knife from his thigh and groaned as he did so. Diego was quicker and jumped in the air and landed a harsh punch in his face and another in his stomach, and once more with his foot. That's before Diego did a backflip and landed a good kick on Hazel's face. Not giving up the large man swung at Diego but he caught both his arms, so he resorted to head butting him, and grabbing him by the torso tightly and lifting him in the air. Diego couldn't get out of his hold, so he leaned forward and bit Hazel's ear harshly as he screamed in pain.

At his Five put his cup down and teleported on top of the couch with a vase, breaking it over Diego's head conjuring him unconscious.

"I draw the line at biting," Five said, stepping off the couch and walking around limply, "Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick before he comes around."

Hazel brushed off any vase parts off him and looked over at Five, "I left my partner, quit the Commission, came to volunteer."

"For what?" Five inquired as he picked up his drink again.

"To help stop the apocalypse," Hazel responded, brushing off shards of his shoulder.

Taking a sip, Five chuckled, "Hm."

Hazel looked at him confused, "What on earth could be so funny to you right now?"

"Before I answer that? Why do you wanna help us?" Five asked looking at the man curiously.

"Let's say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop," Hazel replied.

"Well, I hate to break to you pal, but you're a day and a dollar short. The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over." Five responded.

"How do you know that?" Hazel asked.

"The mark is dead. Found him this morning," Five replied looking down, "You were the last known equation left in the equation."

Hazel chuckled, "Shit really?"

"Mm-hmm. And if you're out, then Hellrider ain't riding." Five confirmed.

"Oh!" Hazel said with a bit more of happiness in his step, "All right." he said laughing walking over to sit next to Five, and siping on the margarita that was meant for Eight.

"So now what?" Hazel asked.

"You know, to be honest, I don't know," said Five holding his glass, "I've been chasing this thing for so long, with Eight, I...never really thought about the day after. What about you?"

Hazel looked down at the table, "I'm done with all this madness. Time to start over. You should do the same. With your wife, Eight. Settle down have children," He told the teenage looking old man.

Five chuckled, "I had one, his name was James," he finished with a smile.

Hazel gave him a small smile, "What happened?" He asked cautiously.

"He inherited his mother's powers, and couldn't control it," He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Hazel said looking at Five sadly.

"It's okay it happened a long time ago, and I know that kid wouldn't want me talking all sad about him," Five replied chuckling, remembering his happy little boy.

Hazel got up from the stool and looked at Five, "Hey, you now have a chance to give James a sibling. You are able to grow up with them."

Five tuned to him and nodded, "You're right."

"Good luck," Hazel said, getting up to leave.

"Hazel," Five called looking at the man, "One more thing before you go."

"Shoot," the man replied.

"Which one of you was the triggerman for Detective Patch?" Five asked looking at him.

"Trigger woman," Hazel corrected.

Five sighs, "Huh, that's too bad. That gun could have cleared my brother's name."

Hazel reached behind his pockets, "Well, today's your lucky day, amigo," He said as he took out two guns from behind leaving them on the table, "Take 'em both. I'm done with this life." Hazel finally said and walked out of the mansion for the last time.

Five took the time to now sip on his drink and wait for Diego to wake up.

As he did the man groaned, "Shit," he said sitting up and rubbing his head.

"Good, you're up," Five said looking at him, "ready for a drink now?"

Diego quickly sat up looking around the room, "Where is he?"

"I let him go," Five replied.

Diego's eyes wet wide as he walked towards the teenager, "You what?"

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop," Five replied as he put his drink behind him.

Diego angrily turned and grabbed his knife on the floor, ready to head out.

"Hey, he didn't kill Patch. His partner Cha-Cha did," Five told him.

"So what?" Diego raged, "Wouldn't you kill anyone who was involved if anything ever happened to Eleanor?"

Five sighed disappointedly, "Eight can't be killed that easily, " he said pausing, "This half of the partnership gave me both their guns. Which will clear you because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene."

Diego paused and walked over to the table where the guns were present.

"Hazel came to her looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could make our family a little good." Five said towards his brother.

"Not a chance," Diego whispered.

"Suit yourself,' Five said getting up and grabbing Delores, "I'm curious. Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?" He asked now standing on the spot he woke up from.

"A lot of things," Diego said. "Cute butt. Nice legs."

Five rolled his eyes, "Your favorite sister would have punched you to orbit if she heard you talk about a woman that way."

Diego sighed knowing it was true, "She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the street. She always saw the good inside."

"Well, I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-Cha as a way to honor her memory." Five said and walked away from him.

The ground shook from under the giant, as her eyes darted elsewhere. The small Eight was glowing in gold flames and she slowly destroyed the giant piece by piece. Cracks were appearing throughout her body and she howled and scrambled in pain. Slowly just like ashes, she fell to the ground, to become a heap of dirt.

The blonde floated back to the ground, her power disappearing off her body. Slowly she turned to her family and smiled. Walking over to them happily.

"You're ready my darling," Ella said smiling.

Eight was going to hug her she felt pain from her stomach. She toppled to the floor in pain.

"Eleanor?" Ella's frightened voice came through as she watched her daughter writhed on the floor.

"Mommy?" James' frightened voice echoed as he looked at his mother and grabbed onto her head in pain.

Eight had never felt like this before, in all her days of living, she never felt like a continuous pain in her abdomen. Her eyes teary as the world around her looked blurry and painful. Eight turned around on the grass and gripped the blades of grass tightly. Gasping as if she couldn't breathe. Then she gasped loudly and looked at the bright sky.

"Vanya," Eight gasped.

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