#jean. jean destroyed a planet and she ENJOYED it and she will always have to live with that knowledge

[orangedodge]

Excited for Eve L Ewing on X-Men. I really enjoyed her work on Champions, despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding it, and I've wanted to read more of her writing. (But I'm so far behind on Black Panther--I haven't even finished the Coates run--that it's going to be a huge project to catch up).

And the actual concept sounds an awful lot like a Mekanix sequel, with Shadowcat returning to Chicago once again, living anonymously and away from the X-Men as a barista, until something arises that requires her attention. (It goes unremarked in the previews, but I assume she's also living under a fake identity, given that the last time we saw her she was walking door-to-door executing fascists, until the world ran out of fascists, and that's obviously the kind of thing that forever interferes with plans for a quiet and uninteresting life.)

Not completely sure how I feel about Emma as the co-star of what again, feels a lot like Mekanix volume 2, but I do like how that relationship is carrying over--and I think there's something to be said for the two ex-teachers who arguably cared the most about actually teaching (albeit definitely not the two who cared the most about the actual students), finding themselves in that role again now that they've both left the Xavier/Jean Grey school behind.

I've seen some criticism of the concept as representing a regression for Kitty, but I see it more as the continuation of her longstanding pattern. For decades now she's been the one who just goes really hard for a short period of time, during particularly rough times for the X-Men, before burning out completely. And then she goes away--usually to Chicago--to reset, until something comes up, that tells her she can bare it all again. That was what happened when Genosha was destroyed, and she crashed (leading into the original Mekanix); and after AvX and it's various followups, when she had to quit the JGS and take on a reduced role, after the planet almost exploded too many times; and after her Guardians of the Galaxy run when she was living alone back in Chicago until Ororo asked her to start teaching again; and arguably at the start of Dawn of X when she was drifting alone until she needed to form the Marauders. (Ultimate Comics also pulled that twice, both times that she quit the team, though she seems to have been from Queens and not Chicago in that universe).

I think it's a good hook for using her character. It strikes me as a natural extension of her status as one of the most grounded (in the real world) X-Men, that she spends most of her time away from them doing other things. And having the character take long breaks like this addresses the fact that she's meant to struggle with depression and PTSD, so it's a pattern that I think one would expect to develop. And there's also Kitty's role within the X-Men as a franchise to consider, where she's always been the one who "can pass" if she wanted to, and faces exclusion/scapegoating from her community because of it; and where it's always shown to not really be true, because of the life she leads, and because she's not constitutionally capable of not standing up when it matters.

I am curious about why she's a barista now instead of a bartender, unless it's just because she's living anonymously so she can't go back to the same job. The obvious answer could just be because she needs to interact with kids who are significantly younger than her, and a cafe is a more workable venue than a bar. (Hopefully it's not because of blowback to the "Marauders made Kitty an alcoholic" thing that consumed The Discourse for the last four years)

#x-men #comics #comic books #marvel #kitty pryde #extraordinary x-men #x-men from the ashes

[smallblueandloud]

also it’s midnight thirty and i’m done caring about whether anyone will agree with my opinions so i’m here to say that emma/scott is a REALLY GOOD SHIP actually but i haven’t seen a SINGLE thing that explores the interesting parts of their dynamic, which is the fact that scott is a paladin who would die for the xmen without hesitation while emma would never die for a cause. emma would die to save a single mutant child, but she’s fundamentally a pragmatist and scott wants SO BADLY to be an idealist and it’s gotta be HARD for him to realize that he connects with that pragmatic part of emma (which is also the part of her that means she’s living in a SCHOOL and TEACHING instead of pursuing her totally-real goal of world domination).

#xmen #emma x scott #and yeah this ties into the fact that jean also connects to logan through her ''dark side'' #jean's hunger and her fury and her GREED are the dark side she has to constantly control the way that logan understands #better than anyone besides ororo ever will. scott has to constantly control him but he never has to worry about WANTING to destroy things #jean. jean destroyed a planet and she ENJOYED it and she will always have to live with that knowledge #and logan and ororo are the two other people (on completely opposite ends of the power spectrum) who understand that #scott and jean connect over charles' dream and his idealism and the people they want to be #they connect with other people over the people they absolutely don't want to be #(but also secretly wish they could be. also know they are. there's Nuance okay) #sb and l rambles #sb and l reads comics #jean x scott #jean x ororo #jean x logan #oh no i did it. i admitted to my trash ship (jean/logan) please don't hate me i have REASONING #hi it's 12:45 and here is some xmen meta i've been thinking about for MONTHS

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Not A Date

Summary: You’re Bruce’s cute little intern and he has a crush on you, but doesn’t want to admit it. Except Thor’s kind of his best friend and can tell. He just needs a little push.

Pairings: Bruce Banner x black!reader x Thor

Warnings: smut, mmf threesome, age gap, daddy kink, swearing

(A/N: decided to change it up a little to celebrate 500 followers 🥳. It’s a little long. Enjoy, like, and reblog.)

Tagged: @titty-teetee​, @harrysthiccthighss​, @iam-laiya, @sweeterthanthis , @night-of-the-living-shred​, @mariahthelioness29, @liquorlaughslove, @blackmissfrizzle

Bruce would have never thought about being with someone that worked under him until you. He liked to think of himself as a man with integrity when he wasn’t the Hulk. Yet he found himself thinking about you in the worst ways.

It was worse because you were half his age. He never wanted to cross that line. Despite Tony trying to convince him to ask you out for drinks. He didn’t wanna freak you out or make you think he was a creep. You really had no business looking that sexy in a lab coat, though.

What was worse was that it seemed like he couldn’t get a break from you. You genuinely enjoyed his company. You were eager to learn and Banner was definitely eager to teach you.

The only problem? Thor had taken a liking to you. How the fuck was he supposed to compete with that.

Would you rather have Banner? A nerd that spends all day in the lab or Thor. A king from another planet whose people had been forced hereafter said planet had been destroyed. The choice seemed pretty obvious to him.

Not that Thor wasn’t great. After everything that’s happened Bruce and Thor were practically best friends. Thor gotten him through a really rough time and obviously Banner had been there to help the god save his people. Then after everything with Thanos. They’d bonded in a way neither of them had expected.

He doesn’t even know why he tortures himself thinking about it. It was bad enough that the King of New Asgard was making googly eyes at you. Or that you seemed to be reciprocating it.

You were doing it right now. Laughing about something he said while his friend trailed his different colored eyes up and down your body. He couldn’t even blame him.

“Banner, you want to come out with us for dinner?” Thor had asked as you’d started taking off your coat getting ready to leave the lab for the day.

Bruce sighed. Why did Thor have to torture him like that. “No, it’s okay.”

“Oh, come on, Dr. Banner,” your voice was so smooth and sultry. Like you were always about to whisper something dirty. “Come out with us. All work and no play make you a dull boy.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on your date,” he said as he finished packing up.

You tilted your head to the side with those confused puppy dog eyes. “Date? This isn’t a date. We’re just bored. And I wanna get drunk.”

“Yeah.” Thor nodded. “Just three friends having a few drinks and dinner.”

Banner looked between the two. Both of them with those sweet looks on their faces. Why the fuck did Thor have to be one of the nicest beings he’d ever met. It was hard to say no to him.

“Okay fine. Where are we going?” He asked as he finished packing up.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I get nachos!” You replied with a grin. “But I need to change first. I feel icky.”

Bruce had decided to do the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to at least look nice for the first time you’d be seeing him out of work. Not that he was planning on acting out on any feelings. Again. He didn’t wanna freak you out.

“I know your secret.” Thor narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face making Bruce almost smack onto him when he’d walked out of his room.

“Jesus, Thor!” He put his hand over his heart trying to not freak out completely.

He put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I do know your secret, though.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You like Lady Y/N. Am I right?”

His jaw dropped, but he tried to sober up quickly. “Wha- what. Why, why would, what makes you think that?” He stuttered.

“I’m a fertility god.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “I can tell these things.”

“Oh...” he trailed off his cheeks getting bright red.

Thor laughed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s beautiful.”

“She’s half my age,” he replied.

“So?” He frowned in confusion. Of course, Thor would have no concept of an age difference when he’d lived through centuries.

Bruce sighed. “So, it’ll look odd if I start dating my twenty-five-year-old intern, Thor.”

He shrugged. “Look I’m sure Stark has done much worse. Don’t worry about what people will think or you’ll never get your chance.”

—

You sipped from your margarita from your spot beside him. Why’d you have to be so close. Not that he was complaining. You’d started drinking the tequila before you’d even gotten the chance to get your food.

It was so different seeing you out of the lab and compound. You were dressed so simply in a white v neck tucked into your black jeans and a pair of black boots, but you looked so good. Your hair was up and done in your natural look. Like a cute pineapple.

“Wait, can either of you even get drunk?” You asked.

Thor had set down his beer and nodded. “I can, there’s nothing like Asgardian mead, though. What about you, Banner?”

“I don’t drink. Not sure how the big guy would react,” he answered.

She nodded. “That makes sense. Hope you guys don’t mind if I get drunk as fuck.”

“Feel free,” Thor replied. “We’ll protect you. Won’t we?” Thor kicked him lightly under the table.

“Yeah... yeah,” Bruce replied.

“Dr. Banner, loosen up. We’re here to have fun.” You nudged him.

“Yeah you’re right,” he replied a tiny smile appearing on his face as he tapped his fingers against the table. “I guess a beer wouldn’t hurt. If anything, we can just stay at Tony’s.”

“How many homes does this man have?” You asked wrinkling your nose. 

—

Thor spun around with you on his back as you guys walked towards the entrance of the complex Bruce had told you that Tony wouldn’t mind if the three of you crashed in for the night. Just because Stark Tower was gone didn’t mean the billionaire didn’t have other properties around New York.

Banner laughed as he walked behind the both of you. He’d stuck to a beer to be safe and had loosened up at least a tad. He’d enjoyed seeing you have fun more than anything. All those stories the three of you would share. Of course, nothing compared to the odd adventures Thor had over the centuries, but still entertaining nonetheless.

Once you’d made it in you pretty much skipped inside as you looked around the penthouse. “Wow is it weird that I’m surprised that he’s trusting us with this place?”

“What’s not to trust?” Banner asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, come on. This is the face of a troublemaker.” You made a kissy face at him.

He shook his head. “You look like you stay up watching Bill Nye the Science Guy.”

Your jaw dropped. “Hey! Bill Nye is a national treasure. I used to have a crush on him. I think I have a thing for nerds.” You shrugged as you walked over to the kitchen.

Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Banner before motioning at him with his head. Bruce in turn shook his head at his friend. “Just talk to her,” Thor whispered still a little too loudly.

“No,” he replied.

“Think Tony will get mad if I drink some of his wine?” You asked as you took a wine glass.

“Eh, Stark will be fine,” Thor replied. “Enjoy yourself.”

So, the three of you had settled down to watch a movie. You’d also maybe raided the pantry which led to you and Thor throwing M&Ms into each other’s mouths while Bruce munched on chips. “At least Tony let us stay in the place that has snacks.” You laughed.

“Or does he know?” Thor asked with a smirk leaning over to steal one of Bruce’s chips.

“We’re not breaking and entering, are we? Because you guys might be able to get out of it, but...”

“We’re fine,” he answered, waving you off. “This is like the party house.”

“Yeah and where he goes when he wants to snack away from Pepper,” Bruce said with a smirk on his face.

“Wow shady, Dr. Banner,” you gasped with a giggle.

He groaned. “How many times have I told you to call me Bruce.”

“What if I like it?” You teased. “Besides if I call you Bruce I’m gonna end up calling you Brucie.”

“How about you can call me whatever you want then.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he knew he was in for trouble. “Fine. What if I call you Daddy?”

For a minute, Bruce was sure his brain had short circuited. As soon as that word left your mouth, he could feel it happen. He closed his eyes for a minute. Almost like he was savoring it. He opened his mouth ready to say something witty or flirty or anything and, “Uhhhh...” It was like his voice had short circuited.

“Bruce, I’m kidding.” You laughed as you stood up, poking his shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

As his friend was trying to process what had just happened, Thor sat beside staring at him with a dopey grin on his face. “I told you,” he teased waving his hands excitedly.

“She was just joking,” he quickly retorted.

Thor shook his head still absolutely beaming. “No. She’s totally into you.”

Bruce groaned because even if you were, it was still so inappropriate. “Thor, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Who’s going to stop you?” Thor shrugged. “Now fuck the twenty-five-year-old or whatever that is.”

“Thor!” Banner said, feeling himself almost lose control. The Hulk must have had a crush on you, too, because he did not like the other man talking about you like that.

Thor quickly sobered up, not meaning to push him that far. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Is everything okay?” You asked peeking out of the bathroom. You looked a little panicked because in the few weeks you’d been helping him you’d never seen him go Hulk. This was the first time you’d even gotten a glimpse of him.

“Yeah. Just...” Thor looked at Bruce. “Give us a minute, Sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you replied softly biting your lip and close the door again. You’d already been over so many evacuations plan for just in case it happened, but you kind of cared about him so it would be kinda hard to see him like that.

“You okay?”

Bruce had his eyes closed and nodded. “No. I’m fine. I just... he wanted to come out and play a little.”

“You sure? We can go for a walk if you want. Clear your mind or whatever.”

He laughed. “No. I’m okay. Thanks. Y/N, you can come in!”

You peeked your head out again, looking between the two of them. “Everything cool?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Bruce answered feeling a little bad if he’d scared you. 

You came back over and took a seat on the couch that was across from them. Like you weren’t sure if you should get close. 

“Y/N, you can sit here,” he said, looking down at your former spot on the floor. 

You knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but this kind of felt like a command and you found yourself complying. You weren’t even sure if it was from what’d just happened or from the daddy thing. “Okay,” you replied softly, making your way over.

You sat criss cross applesauce in between them. Thor peeked out from over the top of your head, staring him down. ‘Do it,” the god mouthed to him. You looked over and groaned. “Shoot forgot to get more wine,” you said standing up again.

“Banner, be a man,” Thor mumbled.

“I could say the same thing for you.” 

“I am a man. I would have kissed her already. Taken control. Like a man.”

“I don’t want to scare her off.”

“So, you do like her!” Another grin grew on his face. “I told you.”

Bruce groaned softly. “Why would I want to do that with you here anyway?”

“Just trust me on this,” he replied as you walked up with another glass. They probably should have stopped you because by now you were pretty tipsy.

“Ohh, trust you with what?” You asked, sitting back in your spot.

“Nothing,” Banner replied. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, but he won’t admit it.” Thor added with a dramatic sigh. 

You scrunched up your face in this cute pout as you got on your knees to wrap your arms around Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Brucie. I won’t let Thor bully you.”

Thor was so giddy. 

Your breasts were so close to his face. “I thought you were supposed to call me Daddy?” He asked, looking up at you.

You got back on your knees your arms still around him. “Bruce! You’re so bad.” He could have done it. Just moved a little bit closer. Instead he froze again. 

At that exact moment. While you were waiting right there. For him to just move closer to you. To connect your lips. His fucking phone rang. He groaned, resting his head against your shoulder. He dug it into his pockets to answer it. “Fucking Tony.”

You retracted your arms as he got up to take it. You leaned back resting your ass on your heels. “What, Tony?” He said a little harshly into the phone after he’d made it into the hallway.

“Where’d you put my wrench?” He asked and Bruce could hear the clattering of things being moved in the background. 

“Seriously? This is what you’re calling me about?” Bruce laughed sarcastically.

“I texted you, but you never got back to me. I knew you three were out on your date thing.”

“It’s not a date, we’re just hanging out,” Bruce replied clearing his throat. “Why would you call it a date?”

“Yeah, whatever. Keep lying to yourselves. Anyway, where’s my wrench?”

It took a minute, but he’d finally found it and he was hoping he could get back to where the two of you were a moment ago. 

It didn’t even make any sense. He was a fifty-year-old man, he shouldn’t have even been trying anything with you. Yet there he was ready to risk it all. For as Thor kept putting it, twenty-five-year-old pussy.

Of course, though, Bruce had the worst luck in the world. Between the Hulk and that whole thing. Making Ultron. Yeah, he’d fucked up a few times. Apparently walking away from you was one because there you were with his one of his best friends making out with you just like how he was supposed to.

Thor pulled away from your mouth to start kissing her neck. His hand went to one of her breasts. You looked up at him with this troublemaker eyes. “I told you to be a man, Bruce,” Thor said, in between nips on your skin. “So, I’m showing you how.”

He could feel his face getting hot. Like the big guy was threatening to come. He didn’t want you to see him like that, but as you stood up you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“It’s okay. I have enough holes for the both of you.”

His jaw dropped, but he couldn’t respond as you’d already smashed your lips into his. Your mouths worked together. His hands stayed at his side as you pushed him back until he could sit on the couch.

You climbed on his lap. Straddling him as his hands went to your ass like it was an instinct. He could pretty much hear the Hulk actually giving him kudos for doing it.

“See how much better that is,” Thor said sitting next to the two of you as he started kissing your neck.

Bruce thought for a minute. He should be telling Thor to go away, but the fertility god was just trying to help him out. Maybe he could play and not really touch.

“Brucie,” you moaned as he started to trail down your neck with his lips.

“Been teasing me all night. Haven’t you?” He said, into your ear.

You nodded with a chuckle as you started to roll your hips against him. He moaned into your neck as he cupped the bottom of your ass. You gasped, “Daddy.”

His dick rubbed into you in the most delicious way. Fuck he felt so damn good. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor said, coming to sit the beside of you.

“Thor!” Bruce pulled away.

Thor rolled his eyes. “Stop making this weird.”

You laughed grabbing the man who’s lap you were currently on top of. “It’s okay,” you said in such a cute way, your body perking up.

He sighed before looking at Thor who started to kiss your neck again. You didn’t even give him a chance to think as you smashed your lips against his. It didn’t take long for that to become his focus.

One of them started to pull your shirt up making the other follow. You helped them as you pulled it from your body, lifting it over your head. They kissed the tops of your breasts as Thor reached behind to undo your bra. “Look at these beautiful fucking tits,” Thor said licking your nipple.

Banner went back up to your lips, grabbing your ass with so much more force. Suddenly Bruce stood up with you wrapped around his waist. Ended up dropping you so your back was against the couch. You squealed then laughed as he started kissing you again.

There was still enough room between the two of you to where Thor could fondle you and kiss your neck. Honestly you felt like a fucking goddess with the two of them worshipping you like that.

You started to undo Banner’s shirt needing so much more. He helped to undo the rest while you reached forward to unfasten his belt. He was quick to help so you could start to work off your own pants.

It all happened so quickly. Before he knew it the both of you were naked and you were ready for him to fuck you. “Please,” you whined.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“For you to fuck me.”

Just like that he slammed into you, not being able to wait anymore. Fuck it had felt so good. He’d been wanting to do this ever since you started coming around. All that pent-up sexual frustration.

The noises coming out of your mouth were perfect. He couldn’t believe he was finally inside of you. “Yes,” you moaned.

Thor had taken his dick from his pants as he watched the two of you. Bruce never thought he’d find himself here. Fucking you with his best friend stroking himself as he watched. It was probably hotter than any porn he’d ever watched.

“Harder,” you whimpered.

“Fuck her like a man, Banner,” Thor groaned. “Like the slut she is.”

“Yes,” you mewled.

Banner groaned before pulling out of you. “Turn over.” He demanded.

You did as you were told, flipping onto your stomach so your ass was in the air. He wasted no time in slamming into you making you yelp. “That’s good, Banner. Fuck her just like that.” Thor reached out to stroke your cheek. “You look so beautiful getting your cunt stuffed.”

You moaned looking up at the god with big doe eyes. The way you were biting your lip. Banner honestly felt intoxicated just from being inside of you. As he worked his hips back and forth while you worked back against him, he honestly felt like he’d died and went to heaven. Even Hulk was giving him props.

“That’s it,” Thor groaned as you finally put your mouth on his dick. As much as he was trying to resist it before, it was kind of hot to see you getting your face fucked by Thor as he fucked your pussy. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned taking your mouth off of Thor. Bruce rubbed your clit making trying to coax it out.

You tightened around him. He honestly felt like you were trying to milk his dick. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”

His words made you explode because you were not prepared for him to say anything like that. Banner pulled out of you helping you flip back over onto your back. He once again wasted no time to enter your overly sensitive pussy.

You scratched his back and he noted that it was probably his favorite feeling. The way you raked your nails up and down. “Oh, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned.

Thor got on his feet so he could get access to your mouth once again. You turned your head, ready to serve. “Thor!” Banner groaned.

“It’s okay,” you moaned. “I like it. And, look at how pretty it is.”

“See, Banner. It’s okay.” Thor moaned feeling your tongue back on him.

Besides it felt kind of good to be this desired. As a woman of science there was something so hot about Bruce Banner fucking the shit out of you while your mouth was full of dick from an alien god king. This was like your dream come true.

Though hesitant at first, Bruce was finding himself enjoying seeing your mouth be used by Thor at the same time as he fucked you. The way you licked it like he was your favorite popsicle before taking into your mouth. He could tell you were having a little trouble me multitasking since you kept pulling away from Thor to moan.

“Fuck, Daddy!” You whined having to pull away from the other dick once again. Your head was swimming because it was almost too much, but you were determined to please.

“Ah, ah, ah, Pet, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Thor scolded grabbing the puff of hair on top of your head so he could push back into your mouth. Even at the strange angle you were sucking his dick like a perfect little cocksucker.

It honestly looked so good. Seeing you moan as you tried to keep up. Bruce’s mouth was practically watering as he looked down at your spread-out legs and the way you attempted to take his best friend down your throat. He wasn’t sure if you could because Thor was as big as he looked like he’d be. Then again seeing you choke on him sounded kind of hot.

Slobber drooled down your chin. You were making such a mess, but it looked like that had been exactly what you’d set out to do. Bruce had only seen blowjobs that sloppy in porn. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. “Look at that. Doesn’t she look so pretty like this.”

“So pretty,” Bruce grunted as he fucked you getting more on your body now. He buried his head into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You were slurping on Thor’s dick and fuck you were so wet. How was your pussy so damn wet. “Been teasing me all this time, huh. How long you been wanting this? Is that why you applied for the internship? So, you could take my dick?” He angled his hips in a way so that he could go deeper. His cock surrounded by your spongy walls.

As much as you’d fantasizes a long time about him, you never thought it’d be like this. Fuck were you pleasantly surprised.

“Answer me, Honey,” he said, looking back up at you.

Thor’s hand was still gripped in your hair and he forced you off of him long enough for you to speak. Except at that moment you finally reached your breaking point cumming around him. You felt yourself milk his dick and all he did was keep fucking you. “Yes!” You cried. “Fuck me, Daddy!” You begged.

“Such a good girl,” Thor cooed before shoving himself back inside your mouth.

You moaned around him. All that spittle on your face. Bruce wanted to kiss you so bad, but considering your mouth was a little preoccupied he hesitated. It did look good, though. He glanced up at Thor who was mostly watching you take him like a good girl.

He noticed Bruce’s eyes on him before looking down at him with this slight smirk, shrugging his shoulders. As a god and until recently a prince, he had no shortage of lovers. This meant from different beings to whomever. Men or women or anything else. So, with the way Bruce was looking at him, he wasn’t really shocked.

Bruce on the other hand had only been with a handful of women. As Thor’s thick cock was just right there in front of him with your lips sucking at it, he felt like he couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward to lick what you hadn’t been able to fit into your mouth.

Thor hissed at feeling your mouth and his tongue now added. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

You smiled around the dick in your mouth and pulled out with a giggle. “Daddy!” You squealed. Bruce blushed, pulling way. You leaned into him to connect your lips with his. He stopped moving and instead held you there. “It’s okay. I’m having so much fun.”

“Me, too,” he said, his face still red.

“Banner, it’s okay,” Thor said, rubbing the other man’s salt and pepper curly hair. 

Bruce found it more comforting than he even expected before lifting away from you so he could lick it again, tasting the saltiness. You moaned underneath him connected your lips to his neck. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear before nibbling along his earlobe.

He ground himself, starting to move his hips again. This time fucking you with slower, deeper thrusts. This tingle that had already built up inside of you grew more intense. He was working your pussy so fucking good. Then seeing him do that you could feel a new orgasm building up inside of you.

“Help me, Baby,” Bruce said.

Thor smiled because he was happy to see the teamwork. Besides two mouths were definitely better than one. “That’s it.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again,” your voice shook as you suddenly clung to him. This one was definitely going to be more intense. 

You squealed out your moans opening your mouth before biting down on your lip only for your jaw to drop again. You lip quivered into a pout while your brows tensed up. He couldn’t help it has he mesmerized the little details. Noticing how your eyes got so desperate looking. And it was for him. For what he was doing to you. Of course, you’d clearly enjoyed what Thor had done to your mouth, but he was the one fucking you into two orgasms one right after the other.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for Daddy,” he grunted because he could feel himself ready to also cum inside that pretty pussy. “Want Daddy to cum all in this pussy?”

You nodded, but you were so sensitive at this point because your orgasm was intense. Bruce quickly followed behind unloading into you. Tremors ran through your body as your eyes closed.

When Bruce looked down to see he immediately got off of you. “Shit, Y/N,” he said, he rubbed your cheek. “Hey, hey,” he talked to you ever so softly.

Thor got down next to you. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back tightly, kissing your temple. Bruce rubbed got down beside him, so he could rub your back. “I’m sorry. It was just a lot.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bruce said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” You laid back down as Thor kissed your forehead.

“Why don’t we go lay down?” Thor suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Bruce said, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

Thor carried you to one of the many bedrooms. Your legs wrapped around his waist; chin perched on his shoulder. Bruce trailed behind watching the glazed look in your eyes.

As Thor laid you down, he made sure the blankets were pulled over you before kissing the top of your head again. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you answered contently.

“Need anything?” Bruce asked. “Water? Pretty sure we’ve been through most of the snacks.”

“Can you lay down with me?” You asked looking between them with big eyes and a pout. Thor grinned before getting in beside you, Bruce quickly doing the same. You got snuggly between them. Thor against your backside and Bruce in front of you so you could wrap your arms around them.

You were enjoying the closeness of them. They would kiss you softly wherever they could reach and traced their fingertips on your skin. All the affection was making you feel like you’d settled into his haze.

Thor tickled your side and you giggled trying to get closer to Banner. “Daddy, tell him to stop.”

Bruce chuckled and kissed your nose. “Is Thor teasing you, Baby?”

“I’m the tease?” Thor gasped. “I’m the one who didn’t even get to cum and somehow I’m the tease?”

You laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be sorry,” he said, as he brought his hands further down over your butt, squeezing your flesh.

The jealousy Banner would have felt earlier was gone. Instead replaced with curiosity over what he could possibly do to her. The anticipation was making him hard all over again.

“Daddy!” You gasped; eyes wide as you looked into Bruce’s. “He’s touching me!” It sounded like you were trying to tattle and Bruce couldn’t help it as he laughed.

“Oh yeah? What’s he doing?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Thor had lifted your leg up so he could stuff his large fingers into your cunt from behind. “His fingers are in my pussy,” you replied with a moan.

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels really good,” you whimpered.

Bruce chuckled as he pulled you in so he could kiss your lips again. Thor kissed your shoulder as you started to leak all over his fingers. “That’s such a good girl. Why don’t you ask Daddy if I can fuck this pussy,” he whispered in your ear, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, Daddy, can I?” You asked.

“That’s not how you ask politely, Sweetheart,” Bruce scoffed.

You swallowed down a moan because fuck Thor was really working you over good. “Daddy, can Thor please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said. He felt like he was drunk off of you. For once even Hulk was at peace.

Thor grabbed you making you face him as he kissed you greedily. You climbed on top of him straddling his waist. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and then eased you back down onto his dick.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. Your face felt hot all of a sudden. It felt like you were almost too full from him.

Bruce smiled at the dazed look on your face. You looked so beautiful. “How does it feel?”

“He’s so big,” you whimpered.

“You wanted a God’s dick baby,” Thor said beginning to move you up and down his length. “You have to take it.”

“Is it too much?” Bruce asked taking his hardening member into his hand because watching the two of you was so perfect.

“I can take it,” you whimpered through gritted teeth because you weren’t entirely sure you were telling the truth.

“That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. Fuck your cunt was tight. If you weren’t having such a hard time now, he would have been slamming in and out of you. Your pussy felt so damn good.

Bruce’s watched intently as the other man fucked into you. He wasn’t sure what had come over him tonight, but he doesn’t think there’s any coming back from this. “Fuck, Thor,” he groaned, “your dick is too big for her.”

“Is it too big for you, Sweetheart?” Thor asked. “Too much?”

“I promise I can take it,” you cried because you felt like you were gonna be split in two.

“You better fucking take it,” Bruce said.

Thor finally started to pick up the pace. You threw your head back, biting your lips, eyes squeezed shut with your eyebrows furrowed.

You looked so gorgeous like this and even though you’d just made Bruce cum in that pretty pussy he wanted to do it again. Thor had this smirk on his face because there was something so funny about this little human woman struggling to take him.

Thor looked at Bruce as he’d glanced over him and Bruce wasn’t sure what came over him as he pressed his own kiss to Thor’s lips. Thor always needing to dominate kissed the other man deeply tongues fighting against each other.

You finally opened your eyes noticing the change in Thor’s movements as he tried to keep up with both at the same time. You started to move your hips faster because fuck they looked hot together and even though it felt like Thor was going to break you, you needed it.

“Fu- fuck!” You yelped as your orgasm came through. Thor smacked your ass and laughed against Bruce.

“See I told you her twenty-five-year-old pussy would feel good,” Thor couldn’t help himself from saying.

“Thor!” Bruce groaned.

You stopped moving, a laugh wrecking up through your body. “What?”

Your night pretty much went the same way. Getting used by both men until you were completely tapped out. You fell asleep nestled between them as they whispered sweet nothings to you and surprisingly each other.

Bruce couldn’t believe the smile that was on his face. Whatever aftermath happens after this he could deal with it. As long as you and Thor were there. Well mostly you since Thor would have to go back to New Asgard at some point. 

—

“I don’t even know how she found out!” Tony complained to Happy for what was probably the millionth time.

The other man shrugged. “Maybe the kid let it slip?” He suggested as they finally came through the door. The both of them looked at each other as they saw the bowls of snacks around the floor and the only have drunken glass of wine.

And all the clothes.

“Who the fuck...” Tony gasped.

“I’ll do a sweep of the place,” Happy said already getting into protective mode.

Of course, Tony not being able to be patient wanted to see who the hell it was that had clearly had sex on his damn couch and didn’t even clean any of the evidence.

His jaw dropped seeing you in bed all safe and sound with Bruce. All of the irritation he felt was suddenly replaced with shock, but also relief because at least it was just Bruce. Besides he needed to get laid.

Thor came out of the bathroom at that moment, making Tony’s eyes widen as soon as he saw the god in all his naked glory. “Hi, Stark.” Thor greeted him with a grin as he went back over to the bed.

“I fucking called it!” Tony shouted, jolting the two of you awake.

You let out a scream before throwing a pillow to hit him in the face. Happy had covered his eyes because this was too much for him. “We’ll just wait outside,” he said, grabbing Tony’s shirt to yank him away.

“I knew it was a date!” He giddily yelled.

“Well, at least we don’t have to tell everyone because Tony is probably having Friday text everyone.” Thor shrugged, before scooping the both of you into his arms. Fuck, Tony. He was going back to sleep with his two small humans and then take them out for breakfast.

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[lostandsearching]

Her Loss

Pairings: Maria Hill/Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff/Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forever searching for her, the half of her soul that will free her form the pain in her heart. But what does she do when the roads fork into different paths and into different arms. How does she differentiate from true love and fleeting lust? Can she find the arms of her destined or will she simply doom herself and let them slip through her fingers.

Warnings: WandaVision elements used, swearing (maybe?)

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Here’s chapter 3 and we’re following our favourite little witchy! Just a shout out to @theperfectlovestory​ for being so patient and reading through my chapters. If you ain’t read her work, you’re missing out! As always, reblogs and feedback are welcome. Enjoy :)

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Tossing and turning, she shifts around in bed uncomfortably. Having been able to sleep the night before, exhaustion catching up to her, she is faced with another restless night. Her sleeping has improved over the months. The nights she cried to sleep was no longer a regular occurrence but she still had her difficulties.

The bed was always too unfamiliarly empty no matter how much time had passed. There was no weight by her side causing a dip in the mattress, no strong arms wrapped around her waist encasing her protectively and no cool body to nestle herself against. Her empty bed serves as just another reminder of everything she’s lost. The fates had been cruel to her, delivering her time and time again into loving arms only to rip them away from her far too soon.

Having accepted that sleep will not welcome her tonight, she looked towards the wall clock on her right. ‘It’s only four but I guess I can enjoy the quiet and watch the sunrise for a little while’ muttering to herself. She clambers out of bed throwing on a large dark blue jumper, his jumper, and a pair of jeans careful not to make any noise and stir the children next door.

She loves Clint’s children dearly and wholeheartedly. They accepted her, a stranger, as family without hesitation or fear of her abilities. Little Nate went so far as running to her with the widest grin on his face to proudly proclaim that he’s also named after her brother. This only brought happy tears to her eyes as she engulfed him in a hug. Yes, she loved them dearly and she couldn’t be more grateful to the retired archer and Laura for opening their home to her but sometimes it was too much.

The happy shrieks of laughing children reverberating off the walls, the gentle and loving touches between Laura and Clint, the pure love and pride in Clint’s eyes as he took in his family at the dinner table would sometimes be unbearable for Wanda. This was supposed to be the life she had with him. A home, he had secretly bought for them, in a place called Westview with two children at least. They would have dinner together as a family, watch their children grow up like no time has passed at all, even go trick-or-treating wearing silly family costumes. Her life would have been filled with love, laughter and warm embraces but he was gone, taking her dreams along with him.

Wanda quickly threw on her slippers and crept as quietly as possible out of the farmhouse, trying to avoid rousing the slumber of the ever attentive Hawkeye. He may need hearing aids but Wanda would bet anything that he wore them to bed to avoid being taken by surprise. One misstep on a creaky floorboard would have him rushing out with bow and arrow in hand, ready to protect his family from any intruder, only for her to flounder a lame excuse at her sneaking around at an ungodly hour.

Lady luck was on her side it would seem and she escaped the confines of the home without incident. She is instantly greeted by a cool and gentle breeze caressing her skin. She sits on the steps of the home looking up at the clear night sky as the sun teeters on the horizon, teasing the darkness with a warm glow. She lets her mind wander back to over a year ago, to the events that unfolded after her return from the now dubbed Blip.

//

One moment she had Vision’s lifeless body cradled against her as she sobs, only to be suddenly greeted by a strange man calling her to arms, Vision’s body nowhere to be found.

“The fate of the world needs you to come with me now if we are to have any hope in defeating Thanos” and with that he opened a portal and passed through, Wanda nipping at his heels.

She thrust herself into the chaotic battlefield, remnants of the destroyed compound strewn about, with only one goal in mind. He took the love of her life, he took her life and he’s taken her home. Thanos has taken everything from her and now she’ll make him pay.

She flew in engaging Thanos, bombarding him with all the rage coursing through her veins. Angry, red wisps encase the tyrant threatening to rip him apart but as she was within a hair’s breadth away from finding her revenge, hell fire reigned from the skies knocking her off her feet. The battle for the gauntlet waged on being passed from Avenger to Avenger in hopes of getting it to some rickety van in the distance.

When all hope seemed to be lost, the gauntlet fixed around Thanos’s hand once again with an arrogant line about inevitability escaping his lips, their one and only chance arrived.

“Stark! Now!” a sound shouts commandingly before a woman encompassed in light crashes into the purple titan throwing him back. In the few moments after the order, Tony flew into action and disabled the gauntlet remotely allowing it to fall from Thanos’s hand and to wrap itself around the ready fist of Captain Marvel.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” she retorts with a head tilt and a cocky grin painted on her face. ‘Snap’ the battlefield is once again being covered in ash but it is Thanos’s army that is falling to dust with himself crumbling soon after. Being exposed to gamma radiation in space for years and receiving power from the space stone made her more resilient to the after effects of using the infinity stones. Painful as it was, she would recover.

Wanda on the other hand wasn’t sure she would recover herself. Not only had she lost Vision and her home, in what felt like a matter of fleeting moments, she lost the chance at avenging him by her own hands. ‘He’s gone, this will have to be good enough’ she finally relents to herself.

It was only after the battle had ended, when Bruce and Captain Marvel, she later learned, had been tended to that she found out the true price of  her, and the half the universe’s return. Natasha Romanoff had given her life in exchange for the soul stone, she gave her life so the world could be set right.

The icy cold Black Widow had held her at arms-length after Wanda had entered the older woman’s mind at Ultron’s behest. At the battle of Sokovia Wanda tried to remedy her mistake and prove herself but lost her first home and the life of her brother, Pietro, instead. Clint quickly took it upon himself to care for the young witch and urged Natasha to give Wanda a chance. He believed she already paid a heavy price for her mistake, she doesn’t need to be punished anymore.

With many gruelling training sessions under the watchful eye of the Black Widow, a tentative bond slowly grew, one of mentorship and then eventually friendship. Natasha grew to care for Wanda like a younger sister, although she would never out rightly admit of her fondness to the other Avengers. Wanda learnt to appreciate that the harshness delivered in Natasha’s training had served to keep Wanda alive, to give her the tools to protect herself from their dangerous job.

She had lost another loved one, Natasha on a planet and in a time she couldn’t reach, she needed to get one of them back. She approached the only man she knew that would have the unending finances to find Vision’s body. Although she still doesn’t trust Tony Stark, his hubris being the reason for her parents’ death and then his pride being the reason she was locked away in the Raft like an animal, she believed that his intentions were only ever good, even if his methods were questionable at best. He swore on his daughter’s life, much to the surprise of Wanda only having learnt of Morgan, that he would find Vision for her. She will try to trust him once more.

The compound needed to be rebuilt and Stark needed to build another time machine so that the stones could be returned to their original time, cutting off the branches, at least that’s what was explained to her.

//

It took no time at all, considering Stark’s wealth and that the world was also eternally grateful for the return of their loved ones, for the Avengers compound to be rebuilt. Surprisingly, especially to Stark, she continued to stay at the cabin whilst the new time machine was being built. She couldn’t possibly go back to the compound with both her love and her sister being gone.

“Please bring her back, I can’t lose anyone else. I don’t know what I’d do” she pleads with her arms around the super soldier. She pulls back from their embrace, tears threatening to fall.

“I’ll bring her back Wanda, whatever it takes” Steve promises with finality and with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he steps into the portal.

Wanda stood there with bated breath, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around herself. She squeezes herself tightly as if holding back a terrible force and its impending explosion from within, should Steve fail. It isn’t until Bruce speaks that she tempts fate by opening her eyes, fixed on the platform once more.

“5…4…3…2…1. Ha! It worked!” he yelps, fisting the air with joy.

Wanda couldn’t believe the sight in front of her, Steve kept his word. Forest green eyes land on hazel green ones. She wasn’t too sure what happened, one moment she was standing and the next moment, she was crumpled on the floor sobbing. She finally let the tears free fall, allowing the anguish, loss and small reprieve to wash over her. ‘She came back, someone came back’ a mantra repeating itself in her mind begging to be believed.

With all the agility and grace attributed to the Widow, Natasha leapt out of Steve’s arms to engulf the younger woman in hers. As is always in the Avengers’ lives, the joy of a win is forever marred with sorrow at the cost of gaining it.

The compound having already been built, Wanda finally returned with Natasha by her side. The Avengers home was no longer filled with mirth as it once was, trauma, loss and exhaustion hangs heavy in the air. Clint had chosen to stay at the compound temporarily, with his family, to spend time with Wanda and Natasha. Tony and Rhodey chose to retire, Captain Marvel had long since returned to space but promised to visit when she was in the galaxy, Thor chose to leave the Avengers to join The Guardians in space and Vision was gone.

It was a week after Natasha’s return, a week at the compound that Wanda finally got the call she so desperately needed.

“Hey witchy, how are you liking the new digs?” Tony jokes. Wanda couldn’t help but roll her eyes as anger began bubbling beneath the surface.

“I am not in the mood for your jokes Stark” her thick Sokovian accent slipping past the cracks of her control.

Tony lets out a heavy sigh before responding. “OK kid, this isn’t a social call. I promised I’d find him but I don’t think you’re gonna like what I’m about to tell you” he tries carefully.

Her eyes are consumed with whirls of red while her hand holds the phone in a vice-like grip. “Where is he Stark?” she says through gritted teeth.

“I tried to get his body released to me this morning, but they refused. I could spend every dime I have and liquidate all my assets, they still won’t let him go claiming that he is government property since he signed the Accords.” frustration clear in his voice.

“I will get the best lawyers on the case but it will take time be…”

“Where” she interrupts with a bite in her tone.

“S.W.O.R.D”

//

After the events of meeting Hayward and seeing what he had done to Vision, Wanda knew she had two choices. She opted for the latter. She called Natasha as soon as she left S.W.O.R.D’s offices making her way back to her car.

“Wanda, what’s going on? You ran…” Before she could finish her questioning, she is interrupted by Wanda’s broken voice.

“S.W.O.R.D have Vision’s body and they wouldn’t let me take him home to bury him. They’re tearing him apart like an OBJECT! He gave his LIFE and they won’t even let what’s left of him find PEACE!” her anger is replaced by breaking sobs wracking through her body, ending her ability to speak any further.

“Come home now. Clint and I will fix it” She commands calmly and confidently.

Just as Wanda was the female assassin’s younger sister, she was also the archer’s daughter. No-one messes with the two deadly assassins’ family and escapes unscathed.

True to the Widow name, Natasha seduced and hacked her way into S.W.O.R.D’s data server and extracted details on questionable S.W.O.R.D activities including Hayward’s isolated server with files and data on his less than legal proclivities.

Clint, being true to his ethos, was crawling through S.W.O.R.D ventilation shafts, planting well placed audio and visual recording devices, courtesy of Stark himself.

With all the pieces at hand, Natasha only needed the perfect person for the execution. Her love for Wanda saw her doing the unimaginable for the first time. She asked for help.

“Maria, I need you to do something for me. I need you to get Vision’s body from S.W.O.R.D. Clint and I have all the data you’ll need to make it happen” her steady voice not betraying the pounding in her heart.

“Why would I get on S.W.O.R.D’S radar exactly?” Maria responds emotionlessly. She would have done it without question of course, but she can’t let Natasha know that. After all, she has a reputation to maintain.

“Because I will owe you a favour” Natasha retorts through clenched teeth. A pregnant pause fills the air before Maria responds.

“Send me everything you have and give me 48 hours” without another word, Maria ends the call and Natasha releases a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding.

Maria, always a woman of her word, saw to it that 48 hours later Vision’s body was being returned to Wanda at the compound under S.H.I.E.L.D escort. Wanda may not have given her lover the death that he asked of her nor the vengeance that he was owed, but she could give him the burial that he deserved and the farewell she needed.

All the Avengers, including Rhodey, Tony and Thor, returned one last time to pay their respects, to honour their fallen ally and friend. Wanda laid to rest the love of her life and yet another piece of her heart.

//

“You know, you still aren’t as quiet as Nat” he teases taking a seat on the step beside her. “Penny for your thoughts?” he gently prods.

“Thinking about him” Wanda whispers, still unable to say Vision’s name since the funeral. “Thinking about what you, Nat and even Tony have done for me since”

He turns to look at the young woman and sees not only pain in her eyes, but a steady determination that wasn’t there before. He keeps quiet, allowing her to gather her thoughts without interruption.

“I think…no, I know I’m ready to go home Clint” she says with growing confidence. She finally turns to face the archer. She sees time, suffering and loss etched on his aging face but those are all muted by the brightness in his blue-grey eyes full of love and pride.

Wanda has survived the loss of her parents, her brother, her first home and her lover. She’s tired of surviving and she is finally ready to go home to start living.

“I’ll tell Nat so she can get a jet ready and prepared for you” and with that, they spend the last few moments together, sitting in silence and basking in the warm glow of the sunrise full of hope and gentle promises. 

Chapter Four

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[13uswntimagines]

Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?  I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #literalhedgehog #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagine

[damselofblueroses]

The Children of Paradise

Summary: Set three years after the Rumbling, a young captain of Paradise Island, Anna Doukaina suddenly learned that her husband alive during the Paradisian Revolution.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS AND ESPECIALLY CHAPTER 139, Descriptions of Depression and Grief, Mentions of Death, Emotional Hurt. Progress of the fiction contains nsfw / Smut, minors please do not.

Note: The idea of Paradisian Revolution and the transformation of Historia Reiss are the offspring of my imagination, I would like to think about how would Levi's aftermath of the Rumbling be in my head after I read chapter 139 :)

Word Count: 6.7k

Chapter 1: Misery of the Sea

The sky on the horizon was not dark at all.

It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood.

And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

“Just a retired one.” I said to myself in quietly. “Just like you.”

It did not help to inflate my ego and bolstering my self-confidence. I looked at to my hands, were they still in crimson, after I have been washing them over and over again?

They were pale as the moonlight, there were no single spot which was dirty on my body. I have been scrubbing my skin like wanting to tear myself from my mortal and sinner flesh since years, being a clean freak was just a default feature of my contract.

I made that deal long time ago.

When there was no white in my hair.

I could still recall the memories of selling my life. If Commander Smith could hear one of us, he would correct our words as devoting ourselves, our hearts to the salvation of humanity, however, even he knew that all of us were lying. Those high hopes, from the morons who wanted to serve humanity to the daydreamers who thought the war could be ended were buried under six feet, their remains already had to be become manures.

All of them became tools of nutrition; some of them for titans, some of them for animals, some of them for plants.

But in the end, the circle of life just continues.

And there we go. Again.

I was rubbing my hands to each other. I hate the weight of weapon, after I had to use them against humans. Against my team members, against my squad, against my friends.

In the end, the circle of war just continues.

I did not sign the deal for killing my comrades, my friends, my family. I was taught to destroy the fucking titans, not my kind.

How was I ended up in Military Police?

That was the biggest mystery of my life. I was ranking around 13th, I did not want to be in MP, therefore, I chose to wear the cape by myself. That was my bloody agreement.

I wanted to have my own wings.

When I remember that 14 years old girl, I could not help but smile at her naiveness. Her hopes. Her desires. Her dreams and loses.

I was a fool who believed humanity could be saved from the fate pending on it. Sometimes I could hear that girl’s voice in my head, lecturing me on how I could help the others, how I could be useful for humanity.

Humanity can go and fuck themselves.

I had no debt for people, I had already given to them everything I have.

So why the heck you are here, holding a rifle and targeting a high ranked commander of Yeagerist Unit?

My answer was so simple. I did not have anything to prove to those rats over the streets, but I hated to live in a new war. My war was ended when Eren Yeager and his rumbling were defeated, my war was ended when I saw that girl, Mikasa Ackerman’s endless longing for Eren Yeager, poor girl was spending her days and nights just for being with a ghost, a memory.

My war was ended when the Titan Curse was broken.

I was mourning for the people I lost since I was 10 years old. Losing my beloved ones started before I joined into the army when my entire town was smashed by an unexpected titan attack. They reported the incident like this, unexpected, if someone could expect a titan attack. I still had nightmares which composed by the screams of my friends and my family.

Worst… My little sister’s.

There were a few of survivors, a cousin of mine, me, two neighbours and a father, a grandma, four kids, a baby, and my grandpa.

We moved to Shiganshina before its doom before that those shit-faces Reiner and Berthold attacked to there. My grandpa died after one year when we started a life in the suburbs of Shiganshina.

I was all by myself.

There was two options ahead of me, join the army or work as a maiden. There was a shortage of jobs where I could work as a handmaid, so I went to the registration. I had to find a shelter for myself, there was no one who could take care of me, I had no one who I could trust on. I had to join into military if I wanted to live even for couple of days more.

Commander Smith would be rolled on the other side in his grave, but I never devote my heart to a fucking noble aim or shitty high hope.

I just did what I had to do in order to survive.

But survivingcosted me everything I had.

I was around 11 years old when they took me into the training and since then my heart became a graveyard of my beloved ones.

To my dismay, I had a perfect memory. I remember almost every day of my life, beyond, even the little details that were given to me, Hange and I were not very close for nothing.

Hange…

I was mourning for my friends. My comrades. My companions. My lover.

Nonchalantly I touched my left ring finger and rubbed it before pulled the trigger.

Why I am here and continuing to fight?

My war had not been ended yet. I was mourning but I refused to mourn for those people who died for their purposes. That’s why I was pulling the trigger, putting my life at risk again and killing that bastard with a single bullet.

I knew that my comrades were still watching me above, I would do everything to make them proud. That’s why I was still fighting back with a world where it was extremely cruel.

I used the bricks as a natural shield for myself and disassembled the rifle as fast as possible.

“That was for Hange, you bastards.” I murmured to myself. “She did not die to see Paradis under the yoke of your crazy queen.”

I could feel that Hange was nodding at my words just like she was standing next to me. I knew that no one from my comrades could approve this world where Historia Reiss ruled and transformed it to another planet only to fight.

Tatakae, was our motto. Tatakae, was our national anthem. Tatakae, tatakae, tatakae.

I remembered once I have heard this from Eren Yeager when they kept him into the prison, when Hange went to see him.

He was repeating tatakae like a chant, but I was sure he did not sacrifice everything he had just to see a mad queen on the throne of Paradis, or the army that was named as Yeagerists and divided into new units.

What did it mean? Being a Yeagerist?

Supporting mass genocide or sacrificing yourself for a plan?

For me both options were not the best ones, but if I had to prefer, I would sacrifice myself for a plan like breaking the titan curse.

But in my understanding, there was no place to the toleration of a control freak queen and her decisions to start another endless war.

That’s why I was walking around my second destination today. I was very famous of my quietness, speed and logic especially when it came to assassinate someone.

I learned every trick and move from a retired criminal.

I was like a sculpture on his hands, and he craved me till I became exactly what he wanted.

I sat on the edge of roof and started to count.

Revolution, we call this. Revolution.

I pulled my trigger again and did not bother to see the result. I knew that I killed two important commanders, and I was going to kill the last name for today. The headmaster of the palace, Edward Strauss, then I could go back to the home.

Liberty, we call our aim. Liberty.

Have we ever got a proper taste of liberty?

Have we ever got close to be free?

Have we ever reached a point where we could live far away from the sounds of broken bones, the smell of blood?

Have we ever just enjoyed our lives and let ourselves to live freely?

“That was for Levi.” I whispered before started to walk again. As always, saying his name was the hardest one. I had any idea about his life, I even did not know if he was living or not after the explosion, but I always made sure that naming him among my beloved ones.

He was.

“Please, join me, Captain Doukaina.”

I smiled to the young, energetic blonde boy who was sitting on the bench by himself in the middle of night. His ocean blue eyes were not as same as the time we met.

“You are grown up, huh, Armin?” I bestowed my hand to him. His face was brightened. “I have heard your stories enough for a life-time.”

“I tried to do my best.” he was modest as he was a trainer. “But my best was not enough to save everyone.”

Poor kid. He was still in pain of losing his friends. Eren and Mikasa were the closest thing to a family for him. His shelters. I remembered the day when they went under the yoke of Shadis. Armin was really tiny to be compared with a lot of boys instead of Eren, Jean or even Connie.

“It was not about your efforts.” I was very honest. “All of you did your best, but you cannot challenge to some paths. You knew better than me.”

“Yeah.” he beamed. “I learn the paths with all my heart, Captain.”

I remembered this kid was one of the nines…

“Armin,” I raised one hand. “Can you stop calling me as captain? I already dropped the titles I had once. Call me Anna. Just Anna.”

“Okey, Anna.” he tried my name on his tongue just like my name was tangy. “It is a little bit hard; you know.”

“Old habit never dies.” I beamed to him, enough to made him blush a little bit more. “So, how was your day before I bumped into you?”

“Extreme.” he smiled. “I am trying to deal with two lieutenants who do not want to cooperate with us, however they already joined into the resistance. I cannot let them go as they know so much.”

“What do you think to do?”

“I am going to persuade them.” he burrowed his eyebrows. “I wish the things could be different, but we are still in war.”

“Who are these two lieutenants?” I murmured. “If they will not change their minds after your speech, maybe we have to go for different tricks.”

“One of them is Lieutenant Arya Springer, a distant cousin of Connie; the other one is Lieutenant Johann Willenburg.”

“I know Willenburg.” I sighed. “A total blockhead.”

“Well, he is one of the best shooters.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “There was nothing I could do when he wanted to join since he has a strong reputation.”

“Yeah, these guys are so stubborn when it comes to fucking reputation.” I exhaled. “They want all the heroes in their team.”

“I could kill someone to have Captain Levi in my team.” Armin laughed. “But he rejected to come back with us.

I stared at Armin like I could not see him anymore. His words were echoing in my mind like a severe, horrendous, and horrific chant that had given hope to the audience, hoping that everything was going to be okey at the end.

“Cap- Anna?” he reached to me. “Anna, are you okey? Shit, you look like on the verge of fainti-

“Armin.” I grabbed his hand with all my strength. “Armin, tell me, is Levi alive?”

“Yes, he is.” he gave me a weird look. “He is in Marley, living with Gabi and Falco, do you remember those two Marleyan kids?”

Levi is alive.

“He did not contact with me.” I murmured to myself. I was not seeing Armin for real, I felt dizzy, my heart was pounding, my breathing pace was quickening, my blood was rushing in my veins. “Why did he not alert me?”

“How much you know about Captain?” Armin carefully interrogated. “I mean after the Titans war?”

“I only know the explosion because of that fucking monkey.” I hissed. I cannot feel my legs. “My knowledge is little, I could not learn anything, there was no one to tell me.”

“Do you want to learn?”

“What kind of question is that Armin?” I yelled without control. “I want to learn what the fuck happened to that bastard!”

“He does not want to be back, because he is not the Captain Levi Ackerman anymore. At least he thinks like that.”

“Ha?”

“After the explosion, Captain Hange found him, actually saved him from Floch and Yelena. To sum up, he was healed, he was still fighting when we ended the war, but his all body is covered with scars, he lost one eye and two fingers, in addition he has some problems with his legs. He uses a wheelchair time to time.”

My chin was dropped into the ground while my soul was leaving my body.

“So?” I heard my voice. “But he is alive, right?”

“Yes, he is.”

“And he thinks we do not need him anymore.” my brain started to function again. “Son of a bitch, he believes that we could not need him.”

“Exactly.” Armin approved. “At least this is what I believe also. I mean, I tried to have a civilized conversation with Captain, but you know how he is. He just sent me off.”

“You cannot have civilized conversations with Levi Ackerman.” I looked at him by gaining my self-control again. “Armin, you are the leader of this resistance. I want to go and drag him back.”

“Ha?” I knew I caught him guard off, but I really had no fucks to give.

“I am going to Marley.” I stood up. “If he thinks he can save his ass from this hell, he is wrong.”

“He does not want to s-

“He is going to see me.” I cut the shit off. Although his words, Armin was watching me with an admiration. “He owes me, you do not know how much he owes me.”

“How much he owes you?” he asked diligently. This was something about Armin, he was always so careful catching the nuances.

“A life.” I was not a sweet talker; I have never been till now. I suddenly scrubbed the wraps on two of my fingers like I have been doing every time I had talked about Levi. “If you will not let me to go, I have no choice but break some bones of your body, so you cannot prevent me.”

“You cannot across the sea without the documents in need, money and protection.” Armin raised his hands. “I do not object you, if you think you can bring Captain Levi back, I fully approve that. But you ne-

“I already have everything you mentioned. I have money, I can protect myself better than anyone can do for me, and I possess the documents, my identification card, my health report and insurance. Marley wants to see them, right?”

“Yes.” Armin nod but it was very clear he was surprised. “Since when you prepared all of these?”

“Do not make a wrong deduction.” I inhaled. “I did not prepare them in order to flee if I have to. My brother is one of the soldiers who chose to stay in Marley, I keep those documents because I wanted to be organized.”

“Well…” Armin stood up. “I guess there is no way to stop you, you will do what you decide on. I give you my consent, no better than this, I command you as the leader of resistance. Go and escort Captain Levi back to Paradise.”

“Your wish is my command.” I groaned and shook his hand. He was a little bit confused, he hesitated to send me over, but he exactly knew that he could not halt me.

Nothing can avert me from my way at this point.

My blood was boiling, I felt like someone was choking me. I could not believe that Levi was still alive and to my dismay he let me to think he was dead.

I spent last three years to mourn for him, and he did not bother himself to let me he is alive.

I rushed back to my little flat where the memories really became a burden. Every night was another nightmare in this place, every piece of the area carried something belonged to Levi.

I really cannot recall every minute I whimper his name, crying and longing for him.

And he did not let me know.

Since when he became a selfish bastard like this?

How could he?

I grabbed some clothes, the basic requirements in need, some food, and beverages into my luggage. Even this fucking luggage belonged to Levi once. I angrily wiped the tears off, I was definitely frustrated, mad and horrified by his extremely self-centred decision.

So, he is living, and he let me to believe that he is dead?

Unbelievable.

How could he do that to me?

I even did not bother to check how could I reach to Marley. I only know that I had to go to the ports, that was going to what I do. I left the home and started to my new journey.

When I will find you, Ackerman, you will pray to be dead.

Marley.

I was sitting on the benches of the boat by watching the notorious walls of Heaven, at least, what had been left from that. Paradise made sure its destruction, but some parts of the walls were still visible if you knew where to look.

That was my biggest problem, I always knew where to look and follow what I saw.

Even now, my biggest problem is connected my ultimate problem: Levi Ackerman.

He was always what I saw, whose I followed without even a single hesitation. Wherever Levi goes, I go, that’s my deal.

For a moment, 18 years old version of me appeared in front of my blurry eyes. I still could see her arms tangled around her chest with a determined face expression, standing before Commander Erwin, being examined by curious eyes.

“Captain Levi wanted you into his squad.” Commander slightly raised his eyebrow. He was more than curious; it was very obvious that he could not see a logical reason behind Captain’s request. “Before approving your promotion, I would like to ask you one question.”

“All ears, Commander.”

“You devoted your heart, no discussion on that.” he stood up and took his steps towards me. I was suffocating because of the power his glare. “But to what? I always wonder that.”

“To whom, you mean?” I questioned his question, for a second, a ghost of smirk formed around his lips but as usual he controlled himself so swiftly. He approved me with his head, I knew that today or tomorrow I had to answer this question.

I was too tired to hold it back.

I was too naïve to try to disguise my true colours.

“I devoted my heart to Captain Levi.” I said. Plain and clear.

Commander did not reply to me. He just looked at me for a minute then smiled. I was afraid of seeing his smile, with all my respect to him, when he smiled, I always felt the goosebumps all over my body, his smile was irking my self-defence system. I felt like I was trapped and dragged into something I should have not want to do, but I was supposed to perform.

When Commander smiled, I felt like I was a puppet in his hands like every cadet in the Scouts.

I had been questioning every incident, decision, and stage of my life since that day. Was I really acknowledged of my words when I blatantly stated my devotion to Levi?

What had I gained in return of my devotion?

A journey to Marley by myself, countless corpses on my conscious and permanent blood traces on my hands.

A myriad of sleepless nights.

Longing for someone who never comes back.

I clenched my fists over the fabric of my skirt. I hated wearing skirts, but Levi persuaded me to wear them when we had to peel ourselves out of uniforms.

I always suspected Levi had something with the skirts, those soft and pastel ones.

What the fuck you are thinking right now?

I could feel my nails digging into my palms, they were going to leave some marks for sure. Maybe a little bit blood too.

Maybe I should have kept myself in Paradise, with my duty. I could distract myself with new missions, new plans, and decisions. Maybe it was not the best option for me, maybe I really had to respect his decision and never went on board to drag him back.

Back to hell.

To the hell he lost everyone whose were very dear to him.

I was cruel and reckless, he had been losing more than anyone else, he had been in such a hell even before people labelled him as the humanity’s strongest. Just once he told me how sick and tired he was of that humanity’s strongest shit.

How much he wanted to leave all these behind himself.

And now, I was on my way to drag him back.

I could feel the panic started to invade my body and affected my limbs; I immediately bit my lower lip in order to keep my mind straight.

Even this little trick, you learned from Levi.

A strong smell of salt rushed all over me with the promising sound of waves. I lifted my head up, my hands automatically turned into the fists.

He already dared to break his promise, why should I care for his thoughts and desires? He did not think of mine, he decided all by himself. Why should I be upset for him?

I could easily forgive him, to be honest, I have already forgiven him for leaving his hell behind. What I have been not going easy on was his decision to leave mebehind like I was a part of his personal abyss. He was the last one who could break a promise, and he never choose a path which could make him to regret of his selection. I knew his way of thinking to the bits, in these circumstances more than I could wish for, if he concluded on the way to follow, he made sure that he would not be regretful. Needless to say, if he chose to leave me behind, it was the solid proof of his view of me.

I mourned for him every second of my life since the end of war, my feelings were always so complicated towards Levi, but I was always certain on my love for him.

My feelings were not reciprocated. I could understand my one-sided affection and its heartbreak if he did not give me a promise for lifetime.

While the boat was arriving the shores of Marley, I was definitely not in my best mood. I could not name all the frustration, fear, anxiety, anger I felt, but at the same time I was so excited. The silence of my mind was sudden and was not like it normally was, it was a total, dead silence, laden with an uncomfortable tension that cut me like the edge of dull blades. There were words on the very tip of my tongue that every inch of myself burned to scream, but my lips were like sealed. My posture was changed by our arriving to the port of Marley, I stood up and took a deep breathe. The air was so thick, I could not deny but I remained bound by unspoken thoughts and empty promises. When the doors were opened to the passengers, I grabbed my luggage and stepped into the foreign lands.

I have been in Marley before for educational reasons. After the war, I was one of the soldiers or civilians who were selected as the students go abroad, I spent two years here by attending college. After graduation, the government of Paradise assigned me as the head of royal library because I denied giving courses to the students.

I could work as a librarian. I could not work as a teacher, not again, I could not bound myself to the pupils. Even thinking about having students around me causing a lump in the middle of my throat. I was not made for mentoring kids, as my own history could vouch for that.

I still hear those screams.

Memories were stuck in my head and for the life of me, I could not erase them from my thoughts. Every little step I took, the labyrinth of my memory has been providing me with a new reason of pain. Anger. Frustration. Sadness.

Loneliness.

I have been always by myself. I fought for my life, my troop, my battalion, my people, my country, and there was no end of the shitty list. Dedicate your heart, we have been trained, dedicate your hearts. My eyes were masked in sheer layer of moisture, I knew, my tears of anger because the world was being nothing but cruel to me. I knew this way of thinking was not being entirely rational, I wanted to hear that it was not my fault, I wanted someone to praise my efforts.

And that someone has been living the best of his life in a little shop where it occupied a very good, visible spot of one of the main streets of city, where I was standing just in front of the door.

I had been losing the understanding of time, but when I found myself in front of the ivory-coloured door, of course Levi would kill someone who can even propose choosing another colour, I checked my clock.

Should I go inside?

I did not know why he did not send a message to me, and I did not fully recall all the circumstances of our shared past, either. I was so determined to see and drag him back, but now, all I remembered was the feeling of falling, crumbling, crawling, and seething pains before blackness. There were blurry bits and pieces, but when I tried to reassemble them, there were just the colour red. Red again, crimson red.

What should I say if I go inside?

What will happen if he is inside?

What if he would be disappointed to see me?

I reached to the knub of door, however all power I had till now was leaving me. Emptiness was what I felt, there was no driving force, there was even no anger against his crimes.

My heart was pounding on my throat, my sight was blurry, then I let the knub of door and turned my back to the shop. I did not want to see what was inside of that little tea shop, even thought it was one of the smallest shops I have ever seen, it was certain that that shop was bigger than my life and more valuable than me in the eyes of Levi Ackerman.

Although I was full of retaliation feelings, I could feel anything but my love for him.

Why should I step back into his life again, when his decision keeping me away from him is clear as fuck?

The city lights peeked through the cracks of the pavement, creating a jagged patch of gold in the way as I took it as a sign for me in order to keep going by myself. I just looked at the door once more, then I inhaled.

I have to write an explanation to Armin as formally. He loves me, but he is not the type of letting the issue go.

“Excuse me?” I heard a young but strong boy voice. “Captain Doukaina?”

I closed my eyes, because I recognized the owner of this voice like hearing it just one yesterday. I kept remain to walk, acting like I did not hear my name but just in one second, a cheerful, energetic face jumped into me.

“YOU ARE RIGHT, FALCO!” Gabi screamed all the air out of her lungs. “SHE IS CAPTAIN DOUKAINA!”

“Ah.” this was only thing I could said. “Hi, Gabi.”

She hesitantly looking at me, her arms were reaching to me, but she knew that I had been refusing to talk with her for long time until that night I had to keep both of them between my arms, protecting them as the frightened kids who survived.

“You can.” I approved her attempt. “We are not enemies, and I am sure both of us changed a lot.”

She did not wait to hear the end of my words; she just hug me like I was the miracle of life. Falco, always kinder than Gabi, patiently waited for his line.

More like waited for Gabi not being extra.

“How are you?” he asked me politely, I could laugh his disgusted face towards Gabi who was circling around me by murmuring an inaudible song.

“I am very well.” Liar. “I hope you are doing well, either.”

“Yes, we are living with Uncle Onyankopon and helping to Mr. Ackerman for running tea shop.” Gabi shared this two information with everyone on the street.

My heart was hammering in my chest to hear that Mr. Ackerman, I hated myself for my reaction, but the kids were unaware of the glossiness glazing over my eyes.

“Did you come to visit us?” Gabi asked. “Why it took this much, we have been waiting for you since the end of war?”

“Gabi, please have some manners.” Falco murmured to her. “Captain Doukaina has her own life, you knew that.”

“Ah.” Gabi stopped and looked at me in the face. “I am sorry, I did not want to be rude, but I thought you would have come very long time ago. We missed you.”

“I did not know where you are.” I spilled the beans without thinking. “No one told me.”

“Uncle Onyankopon said tha-

“She means that maybe there was a problem between Marley and Paradise communication ways.” Falco made a heroic attempt to save a secret from me, but I was playing the game even before he was born. I gave him my signed deathly glare and turned back to Gabi.

“What he says?”

“Mr. Ackerman insisted on you have to live your own life.” Gabi grumbled. “Falco and I tried to persuade him to call you here, but Uncle said he could not dare to play against to Mr. Ackerman.”

“Mr. Ackerman can go to hell.” I cursed beneath my breath. Falco heard me for sure, but Gabi was so busy giving me a detailed story of almost 5 years after the war. Mostly I did not listen her, but I caught two important details.

She knew that I attended college here in Marley.

She knew that I was the head of royal library in Paradise.

Are you still watching me Levi, or she knows these because of another reason?

“Would like to come inside?” Falco interrupted Gabi’s endless stories. “I strongly believe that you came here today, we have fresh bakery and tea, and we happily serve them to you, Captain.”

“Call me Anna.” I smiled to him. What is these kids’ fault? They wanted me with them, they were trying to call me back. How could I remain angry towards them? “Thank you for your kind inv- Gabi, what are you doing?!”

“You have to taste blueberry spongy cake!” she yelled at me. Maybe I can exactly remain angry towards Gabi? “And we have a delicious Earl Grey which came to the shop just a few hours ago. You like Earl Grey, right? Plain, strong and harmonious.”

“How do you know that?” I could not help but ask.

“Mr. Ackerman.” she gave me a weird look like it was very usual, talking about my preferences between the folk of this fucking tea shop. “When he orders Earl Grey, he always check the quality of tea according to the rule of Doukaina.”

“What the fuck?” I tossed my head back, my feet tapping on the pavement. “Gabi, I am really sorry, and I have no intention making you upset but seriously I understand anything you say.”

“The rule of Doukaina is our standards in order to value everything around us.” I heard a baritone voice which I was fucking familiar with. “Welcome to Marley, Captain.”

“Onyankopon.” I pressed my lips into each other. I could not help but felt the irritation against him. He smiled to me by raising his hands.

“I have nothing.” He remained his posture. “Can I join you?”

“We will serve to Captain.” Falco explained. “She just came to Marley today; she has to be thirsty and hungry.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I am very well, but tired. If you could allow me to go back to my flat, it would-

“No!” Gabi just sticked into my arm like a gummy. “We will not, right Falco?”

“What are you doing there, brats?” I heard another voice. Baritone. Strong. Grumpy. Familiar to giving orders. “Did you take a hostage in a blink of eye?”

“She is Captain Doukaina!” Gabi screamed like she was sharing the most wonderful miracle of this bloody world. “How can we take her as a hostage, Mr. Ackerman? She is the cleverest as you always say!”

“Captain Doukaina?” I heard his voice again, full of nothing but disbelief. “JesusfuckingChrist, do you lose your mind?”

“I am here.” I choked out loudly enough for him to hear my voice. “Anna Doukaina.”

There was silence like our walls circling Paradise before we crumbled them down.

“Anna Doukaina.” the voice repeated my name again. Would he be crueller to me, still staying in the shadows?

“Yes.” I lifted my chin and let all emotions filled me up. Did I really unload these 5 years on him, in front of everyone here? I knew I was not going to, but God, if I had the courage, I would. I would ruin his life; I would set everything he did on fire and leave here as the happiest woman.

He came out of that fucking ivory door, and I forgot how to breathe.

No one told me how he was.

No one told me how bad he was hurt.

No one told me how horrible his scars were.

Onyankopon grabbed the kids due to rapidly increasing tension, even though Gabi’s rejections, and left Levi and me by all alone in front of the tea shop. We were staring each other like enemies, we could be enemies, I wondered if I had ever felt like this before in my life.

“Anna Doukaina.” he sighed at me. I clenched my fists and took a really long, refreshing, and deep breath. “You are not Anna Doukaina.”

“Ah.” I barely held myself back from making a scene. “I guess I know my identity better than you, Captain Ackerman.”

“It seems you forget.” he took one step towards me. I could see all of his face, all the stitches, all the lines and his eyes. Goddamnit, his Aegean eyes. “Your name was changed, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I raised my left hand and showed him the little bandage which I always wrapped on my finger.

“Why did you wrap your finger?” he dared to ask to me by furrowing his eyebrows.

“What should I do?” I nicely asked but I could feel the taste of blood inside of my mouth. “Should I unwrap the bandage? What is the point of it?”

“Since when married woman keeps their marriage rings under cover?” he grunted, but he was careful as always not causing any unwarranted events. I could easily see he was fuming inside; he was calculating but I could not understand the rest of his feelings.

He was upset, that was so clear.

He did not want to see me, that was another clear point.

“They do.” I forced myself to smile. Do not let him to see your feelings. “If their wedded husband are not with them.”

“So, were you covering your ring since the last 5 years?”

“Every day of it, and I enjoyed that a lot.”

“Why you did not take it off, Godfuckingdamnit, if you were so upset by wearing it?!”

“Protection.” I chuckled. Make him mad. Give nothing but only pain to him if you can. “You know, if I will financially collapse, I can always sell this. It is 24k gold. A luxury for Paradise.”

“You are not changed even a bit.” he leaned back on the heels of his feet. “Still a witch.”

“I changed a lot.” I said. Back in the Corps, I was loud and commanding, I was a leader, one of the cleverest. Now, I was timid and tired, I may be broken down because of his absence. “I am not a witch anymore; I became a bitch.”

“Yes, I can see that.” he nod. Very sweet of Levi. “Why you are here?”

“I came because I am looking for my husband.” I said.

“Why?”

“To ruin his life.” I smiled. “I want ruin that bastard for letting me down, for letting me mourn for him every fucking day, for everything he did to me.”

Levi glared at me with a deadpanned face. I unwrapped my bandage and showed my hand to him.

“I have been waiting for this since I learned you are alive.” I murmured. “I want a divorce.”

“What?” his face was entirely blank.

“I always thought you were dead, but since you are unfortunately in flesh and soul, I want a fucking divorce.” I grinned. “Do you think I across the sea in order to see you? No, Levi. No. We are going to divorce, so you have to come back with me to Paradise, then you can go to even hell if you want.”

“Thinking I was dead did not prevent you to live your life fully, huh?” he raised one eyebrow. “Why do you want a divorce right now, all of sudden? Why did you show yourself at the door of my teashop? Are you run out of money?”

“You cannot hit me with these, Captain.” I chuckled and took the ring out of my finger. “See? I came for giving this back to you.”

I directly went to him, in front of him, my mind did not catch any of my moves or decisions. I never felt like this in my life, I was like captured by another soul, I was watching myself out of my body. I grabbed his hand, opened his palm and placed the ring.

“You can do whatever you want with your fucking ring.” I hissed at him. My voice was keeping all the pain as a secret. Even now, even I am full of pain, the only thing I want is hugging and kissing him, staying at his side forever! “I came to say this.”

I turned back to him immediately, but before my first step, he grabbed my wrist and forced me to walk with him inside of his tea shop. He literally dragged me into the next table and held my hand with all force.

“You are my wife.” he dropped his voice to lowest version. Damnit, how he dare to give me that voice, he uses when I was a cadet?! “You are mine.”

“Ah, really?” I pushed him back. “Where were you if I am your wife?”

“Where were you?” he questioned my question. “If I am your husband, why you were not with your husband? Why did you not come to find me after the war?”

“MR. ACKERMAN!” Someone yelled by entering from the door, and both of us turned to the boy. “I NE- wow.”

The little blond kid just stared at Levi, looking like a revengeful god and me, pressed on the table as a suspected witch. His little mouth shaped as an O.

“What happened?” he asked.

“No- nothing. We did not know you have visitors. Hi, lady!”

“I do not have a visitor, Paul.” Levi gave me a piercing look. Do not fall. Do not fall. “She is my wife, Mrs. Ackerman.”

“DO YOU HAVE A WIFE?!” The little kid screamed for his dear life.

“No, I am not h-

“Yes, I have.” Levi said. “And she is going to live with me from now on.”

#leviackerman #levi ackerman #levi ackerman oneshot #levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fic #aot #attack on titan #aot smut #snk #aot fic #levi #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan levi #captain levi #levi aot

[gins-potter]

Hey! After reading chapter 6 we definitely need to now everything about the wedding of Bloom and Sky because we got an entire plan for Stella’s one

Thank you for the new chapter! It’s amazing! Really look forward for more ;)

asdfghjkl; i am so okay talking about this anon (and i’m really glad you liked the chapter xx)

okay so this wedding is massive okay?

this is the prince of a mega wealthy realm, and the fucking lost princess of a destroyed planet who reappeared after 16 years and then jesus’d it all back to life.  and they’re getting fucking married.

people love a wedding, okay?

people especially love a royal wedding where everything is waaaaaaay over the top.

and bloom and sky’s wedding is way over the top.

eraklyon’s official colours are red and black, and sparx’s are red and gold so as you can imagine the main theme is red and gold, and a little bit of white to balance it out (sorry eraklyon but black isn’t very wedding-y)

bloom has all the girls as her bridesmaids, and sky has the guys as his groomsmen (unsurprisingly stella and brandon are the maid of honour and best man respectively)

i’m torn on what colour bloom would wear for her dress though, because i think white wedding dresses wouldn’t really be a thing in the magical dimension (or at least not as big a thing as they are on earth).  so i can imagine her maybe wearing a red and gold dress in which case the bridesmaids would probably wear white?  or a white (to acknowledge her earthen heritage) and gold dress, in which case the bridesmaids would wear red.  i can see either happening tbh.

bloom is incredibly firm on both mike and oritel walking her down the aisle.  when someone suggests just oritel, bloom suggests that she walk down on her own, and it doesn’t get brought up again.

there’s probably like a million people there between all the people oritel and miriam want to invite, all the people erendor and samara want to invite, and of course all the people bloom and sky actually want to be there.

and it’s just a whole big thing okay?

and well that’s the “official” wedding

but what almost no one knows is that bloom and sky actually got married like a month before hand in secret.

because in like the year or whatever that it takes them to plan this massive wedding, between their overbearing parents (seriously tho mike and vanessa and maaaaaaaaaybe miriam are the only parents with any chill) it quickly spirals into something that bloom and sky really don’t want.

especially bloom.

sky doesn’t like it but growing up royal he always knew there were some things he would just have to deal with.

bloom takes to be royal well enough but it never feels natural for her, and she’s a lot less inclined than sky to just accept that there’s nothing she can do when she doesn’t like something.

and she really does not like what’s happening with this wedding.

so they’re on solaria one day, just hanging with all their friends and bloom is complaining about what a mess everything has become and someone jokingly suggests they have a secret wedding and well....

they find someone to officiate, stella threatens them within an inch of their life to keep their mouth shut and never tell anyone, and they just get married.

bloom is wearing overalls and doc martins, sky is wearing jeans and a grease-stained t-shirt.

no one is there except their friends.

there’s no big reception to go to, in fact there’s probably a magical emergency straight after that they have to dash off to.

but it’s perfect?

they get to say the vows they want to.  not the ones that had to be approved by ten different royal advisors.

they’re with the people who are most important to them, not people who are only there because they’re an old friend of samara or because they rule a realm they’re allied with so it would be bad form not to invite them.

and it’s exactly what they always wanted: small, and intimate, and perfect.

and yeah bloom kinda feels bad that her parents couldn’t be there, especially mike and vanessa (who like i said have been the only chill ones through it all) but if she invited them and not oritel and miriam then she would feel bad, and if she invited oritel and miriam then they’d have to invite erendor and samara and then they’d have the same problem all over again.

so instead they just take lots of pictures and timmy videos it all, and one day, probably twenty years later when their heads are less likely to explode, they’ll show it to them.

and having done it their way first, it makes it a lot easier for bloom and sky to enjoy the big, flashy wedding that comes later.

#asdfghjkl;' #this got long af #answered #winx club #winx rewritten au #bloom #sky #winx club bloom #winx club sky #skloom #skoom #bloom/sky #mywriting

[it-sy-bit-sy]

The ending of Attack on Titan: a shallow analysis

(I don't think I should have to put a spoilers alert on a blog about the ENDING OF AOT, but in general if you mind being spoiled on a series, I advise you to refrain from attending discussions about the body of work until you've finished it in its entirety/come up to speed on the current chapter/episode. Screw hype dude, do you like being hurt? Also for the TLDR, it’s that Attack on Titan explores the cycle of hatred (Eren’s journey) AND love which is why Mikasa and Ymir become relevant at the end of the story.)

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PREFACE

Since the newly added panels of AOT’s ending have been likened by some to the ending of Naruto, I'd like to say that Naruto's end truly hurt me; the way it flows into Boruto is so contrived it burns. A story that's always centered around powerful ninja bloodlines fighting political wars suddenly introduced aliens that harvest planets for energy as the super antagonist, and additionally they're the source of all our characters' powers as well as the jinchuriki and tailed beasts themselves. Then when you look at the plot of Boruto which heavily relies on the Otsutsuki clan as an antagonistic force, their whole existence feels like the transition from Dragon Ball straight into the first DBZ arc with Goku learning he’s really part of an alien race that was meant to destroy Earth.

I didn't detect so forced a role in the ending of AOT, but it's absolutely plausible to speculate that the alternate ending was influenced for this reason, as we know Attack on Titan wasn't produced through Isayama's involvement alone. Certain compromises are made when operating as a team, though it would be wonderful if the original intent of authors were more absolute in the world of production than they are known to be.

And as much as I don't enjoy half-hearted continuations of series for a royalty check, I ALMOST can't blame them for doing it...it creates (many) happy fans, more jobs, and Isayama gets his royalty check. The rest of us suffer but hey, artists need money I guess... 🥀 Moving on. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

#1. Eren's development as a character

I never saw Eren's goal steered in the direction of breaking the cycle of revenge or hatred. He was acting wholly in his own interests. He's intensely selfish, doesn't want to change his views, and exists in the story to further the cycle itself. According to me, Chapters 129 and 131 perfectly explain his motivations for the rumbling.

Now before I go on, I'd like to bring a particular scene to mind. I do remember him saying this once (to Historia who had just told him killing the rest of the world is unjustifiable and wrong):

Yes, he said that, but I don't think that is what he ever intended the rumbling to be used for.

After he stated that 80% of humanity was wiped out so Paradis will be safe for the time being, he neglected to answer Armin's questions in 139: "Did you really need to go that far? Are you sure you did all of this for our sakes?" We may also consider the thoughts he chose NOT to share in chapter 131:

That combined with this excerpt from 129 is pretty much all there is to Eren's convictions.

Those are the same words he said in Chapter 2 after his mother died.

So despite his brief period of self-loathing when considering 1) the countless lives in survey corps sacrificed for his sake, 2) being confronted with his and his father's involvement in the Reiss family, 3) everything he learned about his enemy--that all titans are formerly human, that the titan shifters were just children deceived by their world--he even admits to Reiner during Tyburn's speech (Chapter 100) that they are indeed in the same boat--and on top of that, admitting that the rumbling will do nothing to fix the course of history, he settled with the same conviction he held the moment he decided to do something to change the world.

Again, here's his words from 139 showing us just how angry a boi Eren was.

This was Eren Jaeger...he didn't even really know what he was doing.

As a human being, Eren was very much in the cycle of revenge as much as everyone else was. His course of action never deviated too far from that path. He knew better, but he lashed out at the world to protect the few people he cared about anyway. He took freedom away from the ones who threatened him. He was a mass murderer, and so were the other soldiers in this series fighting for their own reasons, since titans were people. Survey corps were always slaughtering these people whom they saw as monsters. Marley viewed Eldians as monstrously and with as much hatred as Eldians viewed the titans. Eren did not try to justify his actions to everyone. He simply stopped seeing the value of life in others not important to him, as humans often do.

So what did he sacrifice 80% of humanity for? From 129 again:

Them meaning his immediate friends.

No, he didn't care about their children's children and beyond because there's no way to control what happens when you're gone from this world. It wasn't his problem. Eren had 4 years at most left to live, and he wanted to do what he could to ensure his friends were happy before he left.

And as jarring as it was to see Eren become undone in the last chapter, I didn't find it completely out of character, because for one he was talking to his closest friend moments before his own death, and secondly, Eren was just a stupid human like the rest of the people in this series. Obviously, most people just want a normal life that they can spend with people whom they love. Eren was the same way, but was denied that future (and happened to be able to do something about it). Very selfish goals, but those chosen few were his world. Along with a general distaste for humanity, that's how I understand his character motivations.

*Which is to say in relation to the extra pages, Ymir's curse returning a generation or two after the events of AOT doesn't entirely void his actions. I’m assuming the power of Ymir apparently exists as a force of nature on this version of Earth period, so I suppose this points us to an endless cycle of humans eventually finding the power and using it as they see fit *

#2 Why is Romance Relevant to Attack on Titan?

I wasn't expecting a romance factor to be relevant at the end of the story, however considering that Mikasa's affection for Eren WAS her most prominent personality trait as a character, then the events that followed, I was forced to look back to a few moments in the series that could lend light to why, in the end, a romantic subplot ended the curse of Ymir. My conclusions are as follows:

1. Quite literally, the cycle of hatred never ends. Humans will always have a reason to be unkind to one another. We are animals after all; this trait cannot be reasoned through with logic, bred out, or defeated. We are a self-aware species (Eren's even aware of his own hypocrisy in Chapter 131). There will always arise those who take what they want for themselves because they decide in the end they don't care about others as much as they care about their own interests.

2. To make this second point, I'm stealing these words out of a certain machine lifeform's mouth, but bear with me here:

"But the humans...? Now THEY are interesting. Because they are an enigma! They killed uncountable numbers of their own kind, yet loved in equal measure! It's fascinating, don't you think? What could possibly drive such behavior? We have dedicated ourselves to unraveling this riddle of humanity..."

--Adam from NieR:Automata

AOT uses Eren and Mikasa as a case study of humanity. Humans hate and love in equal measure.

In Ch. 129, Zeke's piece here foreshadows the significance of those two for the story, I guess?

Now everyone reading this series as well as the characters in it had noticed how much fondness Mikasa always had for Eren, and how aloof he always was towards her in return...that's something for them to work out.

Despite never really reciprocating Mikasa's feelings, Eren told Armin at the end of the series that yes, he enjoyed receiving her attention; he would have liked to live a happy life with her. So, Mikasa just liked Eren, Eren liked her... And similar to Mikasa, Ymir just liked King Fritz. It doesn't matter whether we think these feelings were sound or not; they did what they wanted with themselves. I suppose that explains the reason she was a mega simp for Eren in the whole story. Yes, this turn in the story reads like a different plot now, not one about war and killing monsters, but I'm pleasantly surprised that this trait taken as a flaw of Mikasa’s actually served as a necessary condition to end the conflict of the titans.

Eren wouldn't let go of his hatred of the world for his own satisfaction, Ymir wouldn't let go of her love of King Fritz for her own satisfaction, and Mikasa is the only one who decided to let go of her convictions in the interest of someone other than herself. That's what moved the curse.

I think Isayama used the characters of Ymir and Mikasa to demonstrate that while there is a cycle of hatred and revenge running rampant in humanity, the cycle of love doesn't stop either.

In closing, and I truly apologize for such a lengthy post; I hope I didn’t reiterate my point too often here...I didn't think about any of this until I heard so many readers upset with the way AOT ended. I'm not personally left with any disappointment in where the story went. I didn't know where it was going to go in the first place, and I think it could have been much worse for us in different hands. 

*shrugs*

AOT is a story about the nature of humanity.

*And in regards to Jean, if that is supposed to be him with Mikasa in the new panels, all I can say is dude likes his girl. He was a simp for her and she was a simp for Eren, but the fact that they shared their lives together means a lot even if Eren was never completely buried in her heart. He meant a lot to her man, idk...

#aot #attack on titan #eren jaeger #end of aot #boruto #adam nier automata #nier automata #mikasa ackerman #ymir fritz

[wastelandcth]

exile - cth

anon requested: hi hello🥺 can you please write a blurb(or a lil longer than a blurb) inspired by exile by taylor swift (with calum obv)🥺 want some angsty dialogue there🥺

summary: calum’s breakup feels like a movie he’s seen before. 

author’s notes: hello! this was requested by an anon! it was such a good song and it finally made me listen to taylor’s new album so thanks for that! hope you enjoy! 

warnings: mentions of breakup ups, sad calum, angst really. 

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Calum had seen a lot of romantic movies in his time of being with her. He'd seen the classics where the two lovers end up together after thousands of struggles. He'd seen the ones where the two lovers ended up away from one another. Calum had even seen the ones where their love just wasn't enough to keep them together. He just never imagined his life would be turning into one of those, especially not the last one. 

He'd been at the same party as her, something he wished he would've known because there'd be no way in hell that he would've showed up to see her in his arm laughing at the joke he'd read online months ago. He'd been fine with her being there, he was an adult and could handle seeing an ex at a party. He thought he was fine until he saw her run over to a guy he'd never seen before and hug him like he was the only person on planet Earth. 

Calum's heart felt like it had been sucker-punched, he felt like he was frozen in time and that it was only five minutes ago that she'd walked out on the life they'd created in their small apartment hidden in the busy city. Now all he could do was watch her kiss some guy he'd never seen before while he held all their love on his wrist in black ink. 

Calum was not okay. He hadn't been okay ever since that party. He'd gone home shortly after seeing them, making up an excuse about how Duke needed to go on a walk, and then he was out the door and racing home to try and stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. He felt like his life had become a movie ever since she'd walked out of that apartment. He felt like every day was just a montage of getting up and going through the same motions day after day. He walked through his half-empty apartment and tried to find himself as his friends, family, and his loved ones kept on moving and left him stuck in a movie scene he'd seen before. 

She'd missed seeing Calum's smile. She missed the way his eyes scrunched up and the way that his laugh was too loud and how he tried to cover it up with his hand over his mouth. She felt the way his brown eyes followed her across the backyard and the way that not even the loud music could block out the gasp that fell from his lips. She could feel his eyes on her when she was in the arms of another and the way his body tensed when she pressed her lips to another cheek. Even when she hugged him and Calum's fists clenched and his eyes narrowed. 

She'd planned to talk to him, using a drink refill as an excuse to find Calum and talk to him. She'd walked into the kitchen and looked around, looking for a bob of blonde curls that she'd seen walk in a few minutes ago. She spotted him, halfway out the door as he looked back into the house, his red eyes landing on hers before he quickly shut the door behind him and left her alone. 

"I just...I can't do this anymore, Calum! I'm not some random girl from the bar who is just waiting for a callback! You're an adult you can handle yourself as you so clearly stated!" Her breathing was uneven now, her hands running through her hair as she tried to make sense of where she was and why she'd been fighting with the man she loved in the first place, "You're just so afraid of falling into a love that you're willing to destroy what we have. I'm not going to stand here and let you slowly rip my heart out, I-I can't let you do that." 

She'd been reliving that moment ever since she'd seen him at that party. She'd laid in her bathtub, staring at the ceiling as she tried to think over ever mistake she had made since that night. That night was she walked out of his life and left him in that tiny apartment with nothing but the tears on the floor and the small dog barking. 

"You know that I love you. You know that I would do everything to make you happy. You're my everything before you I just...I didn't even know I could love as much as I love you. A-and you're going to just throw it all away? Why? Because you're scared of loving me?" Calum's voice had never been one to falter. That was one thing she had always admired about him, he always spoke with confidence and honor, never once lying to her because that's what their relationship had been. It was trust and love and truth. And she was the one who got scared and threw it away.  

She'd walked out of Calum's life four years ago. She walked out and Calum had to try and pick up the pieces and become whole again. He'd walked out of the party two years ago, thinking that his life was never going to stop replaying in front of his own eyes. It had been one year since he moved into his house with a suitcase and Duke running behind him while he carried in boxes of musical equipment. It had been a year and six months when he'd finally stopped thinking about her. When he finally felt free and could breathe in the fresh air in whatever city his life had brought him to that day. When he could finally see happy couples walking around hand in hand and not imagine himself being with her like in the beginning. It had taken her three days to get her things from the apartment and it had taken Calum longer to get rid of her ghost that seemed to linger in his life, for the little things he saw every day to stop reminding him of her. 

Calum had bought a ring a week before she'd left. He'd hidden it in the sock drawer next to his bed and prayed that she never looked in there to find a pair of warm socks to wear during the chilly October nights they shared. A few weeks after she'd left and Calum had hit the bottom of his sock drawer, the little black box stared up at him as if to mock him. The ring inside had been a testament to Calum's love for her, a way to show her that he wanted more, that he wanted their souls to love one another even after the Earth had crumbled and everyone had been forgotten. 

Calum thought he knew what she'd been thinking, that he could easily read her and tell when things weren't going okay. Thinking back on it, Calum had seen the signs but he was too in love to even try and acknowledge them. She'd get home late, usually without warning and in the early hours of the morning when Calum was lost in a dream world. She'd taken up more hours at her job, explaining to Calum that she'd been working on a super important project that needed more of her attention. Calum should've realized she was pushing him away, preparing him for a life without her in it. He should've known that when he got used to sleeping in bed by himself again when he started going out without her more often and the guys stopped questioning where she was, he should've known when he felt completely normal being on his own again after months of heartbreak. 

The scent of coffee and the chilly air coming in from the front door that opened brought her back from her thoughts brought her back to the cafe where life seemed to be bustling around her. Her coffee was still steaming from the reusable cup she'd bring anytime she needed a break from the stuffy office where printers and phone lines crowded her mind. The trees outside were moving with the wind, swaying like colorful dancers in the sky, and she was once again pulled from her own thoughts of dancing and the chilly air when she heard the barista call out a name she hadn't heard in almost two years. 

Watching Calum laugh warmed her heart, she missed the sound of his laugh and even if she hadn't been the one who was responsible for it anymore, she was grateful to be able to hear it once more. She watched him from where she sat near the back of the cafe, her eyes following him as he walked up to the counter and took his order off the counter. He looked good, his brown curls were covered up in a bucket hat but his smile lit up the entire cafe. He was dressed for the weather, dark jeans, and a dark yellow sweater that seemed to bring back too many memories of fall mornings together and reminding her that he always wore warm clothing since he usually ran cold. She could've stayed there all day and watch him if she could, but the notification on her phone informed her that she would be late for her meeting if she didn’t leave soon. So with one more look at the man she had let go, she stood and walked out the side door, a ping in her heart as she remembered when that smile from the man with the brown eyes was for her. 

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[thebookwormfairy]

Daminette/Maribat Fairy Tail OVA

So this is my final part of my Fairy Tail Au. This will be like a bonus section just extra little snippets that didn't make it to the main story so it will be shorter than my other parts. Enjoy

Part 1

Part 2

Sometime around when Marinette first joined

Marinette: So Barry is a speed mage, Arther in a Water mage that can turn his body INTO water, Diana is an equip mage, and Clark is a Fire God-slayer like Jon.

Damian: That's right

Marinette: So what type of magic does your dad have?

Damian: Oh he doesn't have magic, just a bunch of gadgets

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Damian following Marinette around

Damian: Watch out Angel

Damian lifts Marinette up by her waist to avoid Wally running by

Marinette smiling: Thanks Damian

Damian blushing: No problem

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Sometime before the opening ceremony on the Grand Magic Games

Wally speeding by Team Hatchlings: LUCKY!!!

Wally sped towards a pink hair girl dressed in all black, engulfing her in a hug before kissing her

Marinette: Who's that?

Jon: That's Wally's girlfriend, Jinx.

Damian: They've been together a few years now, but she's part of a different guild so they don't get to see eachother as much as they would like

Marinette: That's so romantic

The younger members of the guild watch as Wally zips away only to return a few seconds later with a red rose

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After Team Hatchlings First Offical Mission with 2 blocks of town destroyed

Jon: Oh man we really made really made a mess this time

Damian sighing: I guess we can say goodbye to the reward this time

Marinette: Actually I have something that can help

Damian and Jon give her A hopeful look

Marinette: Open gat of Creation, Tikki!

Tikki: What do you need Marinette?

Marinette: We need to fix some damage

Tikki: Right away, Miraculous Ladybug!!

As Tikki cast her magic thousands of ladybugs appeared and wherever they passed the damaged was fixed

Damian hugging Marinette: Way to go Angel

Jon joining in on the hug: You are never leaving us

Marinette laughs and hugs her boys back

She can tell that she is going to stay with these two

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After Team Adrien's first mission without Marinette

Nino: Oh wow dudes we really cause some damaged

Half the town was destroyed

Alya: It's okay Marinette will take care of it like always. It's the only thing she's good for

Lila laughing: You're so right Alya

Lila and Alya high fived eachother

Adrien: Guys did you forget? Marinette left the team

Alya: Oh no that's right

Lila: Then who's going to clean all this up

The mayor of the town walkd up to the 4 glaring

Mayor: You four are and you won't be getting the reward either

Lila: That's not fair! You can't do that!

Mayor: YOU CAUSED MORE DAMAGED THEN THE DARK WIZARD YOU CAUGHT! EITHER YOU FIX OUR TOWN OR WE CALL THE GRAND MAGIC COUNCIL!!!

The four nodded their heads terrified

They got straight to work and finished about 4 weeks later

They returned to the guild late, tired, and with no money

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A couple of months after Marinette joined Damian and Jon

Marinette: Do you guys think we need a team name?

Damian: What did you mean, Angel?

Marinette: I mean the Masters call their team The Justice League, that's how they got the guild name. Dick, Kori, Rachel, Garfield, and Victor are the Teen Titans. And Tim, Wally Megan, Connor, Kaldur, and Artemis are Young Justice. So shouldn't we have a name as well

Jon: You're right we should have a name! But what should it be

Marinette: My last team was called Team Adrien

Damian: How narcissistic. No we need a better name.

Dickwalking up to the younger kids: What are you guys talking about?

Damian: We're trying to think up a team name

Dick: But you guys already a team way

Jon confused: No we don't

Tim joining in: Yes you do

Marinette: What is it?

Jason also joining in: Team Hatchling!

Damian glaring: That is NOT our team name

Dick: It's not? Everybody calls you that

Jon: No they don't

Dragon Slayers besides Damian: Yes we do

Rest of the guild: Yes we do

Guild Masters: Yes we do

Jason: It's because you're the youngest and so cute

Jason look down at the two glaring boys and the wide eyed Marinette

Jason: Well at least Pixie Pop is

Marinette: Well I guess we have our team name

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After the Grand Magic Games

Marinette running into the guild

Marinette: GUYS! GUESS WHAT I WAS CHOSEN TO DO A INTERVIEW WITH SORCERER'S WEEKLY!

The girl of the guild surrounded Marinette congratulationing her and talking over the details

Stephine: Congratulations Marinette! I guess you finally made it

Kori: That is a great honor Marinette!

Damian: What?

Marinette: Apparently I'm also going to be the center fold

Barbra: Way to go Starlight. When is it?

Damian: What?

Marinette: Next week at the beach

Dick: Way to go Stardust!

Damian: WHAT?

Damian was ignored throughout the whole conversation

Everybody knew he was just being possessive of his mate

Damian and Jon were going to follow Marinette to her interview to make sure nothing happened to her

Damian also dragged his brothers along under the guise of back up but really he was hoping they would be their rowady selves and ruin the photoshoot

Which backfired greatly

Marinette wore a off the shoulder blue crop top and a pair of jean shorts

It wasn't as revealing as most center fold out fits but it still made Damian's blood boil with jealousy

Somehow through their antics Dick was dragged into the photos aswell

They were doing a kinda siblings photoshoot with Dick swing Marinette around

Photographer: That's it act like you just got a big bowl of your mama's spaghetti

Damian glares at Jon

Jon: What?

Damian: Your mom is the owner and top reporter of Sorcerer's Weekly call her and make them stop

Jon just laughed at his friends antic shaking his head

Louis is the one who suggest Marinette for this no way would she stop it

When the article came out it wasn't as bad as Damian thought

Sure there was a lot of cute and some saucy pictures of Marinette, but there was also a lot of her and Dick playing around

And there was one of her kissing Damian on the cheek as he glared at the camera.

Jon is the only person who knew Damian requested that they send a copy of that picture to him

And if Damian can help 9t Jon will be the ONLY person who will ever know

A week later Jason found out and told everyone

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[texasthegreatdestroyer]

Just some theories and critcisms that I have the the recent two volumes.

Probably to start off from the beginning, Volume 7 was... interesting the say the least. Not that I hated it, because I didn't, I enjoyed many of the characters that they introduced to us, as well as I kinda enjoyed Penny making a come back, however I do have gripes about that, but I'll get into it a little further down the road. There was always one issue that I had with 7, and admitedly, it ruined one of the characters for me. Clover. A little bit of back story, when I first started watching 7, and Clover was properly introduced in the Dust Minds with Qrow, and the phrase "My semblance is good fortune." came out of his mouth, I instantly hated him, and for 2 main reasons. I knew the shippers were going to go crazy about it, and I just hated the potential connotations that came with it. I don't know about everyone else, but I love good and propper character growth. I was gonna be kinda pissy if they spent a whole volume trying to build Qrow's character up, only to solve his whole character arc by making his depression magically go poof with friendship, and that friend having a semblance to combat his own. Not matter what people want to believe, that's not good character growth. Genuinely sit down and think of the message behind that. It might as well be implying that if you can find that one person who builds you up, all of your problems will go away, and speaking from real life experience, it is not a good idea to have your happiness revolve around a singular person, because you never know when that person can back stab you, or just kick rocks.

What really broke my heart is that it took RT killing him off for me to actually take a deep look at Clover as a character for me to realize that I actually like him as a character, I just hated how they used him for plot device towards Qrow's developement. As much as I now like Clover, I'm glad that RT killed him off, because in the long run, it was better off that way for Qrow's sake, and again, the implications of their friend ship aren't entirely healthy, and is kind of ignorant to how much of an issue things like depression is. That shit doesn't just go away just because a person is introduced into the mix. In part it's also why I don't like Fair Game as a ship, because while cute in concept, it gets boring with a lot of the content that get's produced as it's mostly happy, cute, good times. It lacks in any real complexity because it's all honestly just cookie cutter romance, and it's not really all that fun to take in. In addition to that, the main issues I had mentioned before come into play. The idea that one person is so perfect while the other is fucked up in the head, that the fucked up one is heavily emotionally reliant on the other which is in fact not a healthy relationship for either member, and it would be terrifying to see how Qrow would pull himself together if he's even able to, in a scenario where they were long time romantic partners, and suddenly Clover just up and kicked rocks, or the relationship fell a part. In all honesty, it would potentially just destroy him. In general, I just think the lucky semblance thing was a dumb idea all together. I see why they did it in the grand scheme of things, but it annoyed me.

Then of course there's Robin. Let's be real, her semblance is story wrecking levels of broken. Like come on RT. Lie Detector semblance??? Really??? That is a power no mortal should ever have, and there's so many times that Robin could have broken the whole ass story just with the touch of another person's hand. (And no, just because Harriet didn't take her hand in Vol. 8 doesn't make the semblance concept any less stupid. If anything, it just makes it worse, because it shows that Harriet can't be trusted to act rationally in a situation she should realistically be able to act diplomatically towards. Grief is not an excuse when you're on the job.) I have the same issues with her that I had with Clover, it's that her semblance is damn near unneccessary.

Now to go into Volume 8, but not before giving a genuine criticism towards the whole series of RWBY. Why is it that the majority of the antagonistic characters have tragic back stories. Roman Torchwick was the only one who didn't have that sort of back story, and he wasn't even the main set of antags. Then of course there's Neo, but what good does that actually do when that's exactly what her future drives end up being is the tragic tale of her losing a close friend and associate. With Cinder, they pulled no punches, and oh my god, the song that goes with it. Like my god RT, could you slap the veiwers any harder with your dick obviousness? I hate that they gave easily the 2nd most fucked up character a sob story. It wasn't neccessary. The only good thing about it was when Wattz used her tragic past against her to put her in her place. There's no need to humanize someone who is so driven by hatred like that, as she's done so much fucked up shit to the main cast of characters that most if not all people wouldn't bat an eyelash at her, because it doesn't change her decision to intentionally be sadistic. And while on the topic of a Maiden, let's move to another. Penny. Volume 8 did her dirty. I'm all for bringing a character back, and I'm all for killing off a character for plot purpose, but the two don't fucking mix. Penny's death was redundant and unneccessary. What was the point of giving her a human body if she was just going to die within that same day? What was the point of bringing her back again if she was just going to die? Again? There's two routs RT should have taken. Either they should have killed her vol. 3 and had her stay dead, or she shouldn't have died in vol. 3, continued on as normal, and only then should she have died in vol. 8. Option number 2 is the ladder. I get what RT was trying to do with Penny's death, and I think it was a good concept, but god damn, this is Dragon Ball, we don't need redundant, pointless deaths. At least in vol. 8, there was a purpose behind Penny's death, but in vol. 3, Penny's death was more so unneccessary, and was only used to be a maryr for Ruby's cause. In fairness to them, you can't really expect them to fix what they had done years ago, but with full knowledge that this is what their plot meant they would have to do, they should have reconsidered the handing of their events for either Vol. 8, or both Vol 8 and 7 by removing Penny from it entirely.

Some additional criticisms that don't hold a lot of weight in the over all quality of the show, and more just some missed opportunities. Okay, so remember that whole speil Nora went on about having to find herself before she could be with Ren? Yeeeeeah, so why was it again that Jean had to be the one to fall into the abyss and not Nora or Ren??? Just putting that out there. If Nora and Ren needed to be seperate long enough for Nora to figure herself out, there's no real reason that they couldn't act on this. Because now instead, they're going to have to lean on each other even more so when news comes to them that the majority of their friends just got fucking dusted, and so they'll most likely be grieving together under the pretences that their friends are dead. Speaking of the abyss, fan theory time.

From what we've seen of this abyss that everyone has fallen into, it seems to be a fairly habitable pocket demention. With enough work, a civilization could possibly grow there. Where am I going with this? Well what do we know about Salem? She's a force to be reckoned with who could very potentially kill off the whole world with or without the help of the gods. We also know that she's immortal and cannot be killed. That doesn't however mean she can't be stopped. That's where the pocket demension comes into play. How do you fight off an immortal, blood thirsty, angry ex wife? By taking away everything she has to destroy in her path. You can't cause a mass genocide if there's no one to kill. And so that's where the pocket demension comes into play. What if that's how they stop Salem? By just leaving Remnant behind completely? They could take the staff back, and move all of Remnant's population into this dimension, and start new. In addition to that, they would need to take the staff of creation with them, meaning so much for collecting all four relics to blow up the planet. Now of course, there are some flaws with this theory, mainly in regards to carrying capacity of the area around them, rather or not the area is truly as inhabitable as it appears, and how safe the it actually is to live there. It's just more fodder for thought. What is RT planning with this pocket demension? Why are they so excited about Vol. 9 in regards to this? I'm really interested in how they're going about this, and hopefully the do a good job with it.

Anyways, those are just my thoughts on RWBY so far. Hopefully Vol. 9 does make up for the haphazard ending that was Vol. 8

#rwby spoilers

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

#writing #scifi #fantasy violence

[kill-for-cookies]

Washing Dishes

Dhawan!Master x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: you’re tired. You need to stay at home for a while, do the usual things. For example, washing dishes. Yes, that sounds good. But something goes wrong...

Words: 2178

Warning: smut, a little angst and dom/sub

Note: I wrote this fic for 3 days ‘cause English is foreign language for me, but I really like writing it. If you want to send me some ideas for fics I’ll be grateful. Hope, you enjoy it.

You missed it. Really. Surely, You like travelling with Doctor despite the fact you can be killed. But that was nothing compared to all time and space you have seen and will see. Well, at least, you can accept the risks.

However, sometimes you want to just return to normal life. Yes, It's kinda boring and repetitive, but you need it like air to breathe. That's why you were in living room at your flat talking with your best friend Nat. Of course you couldn't tell her about your adventures with the Fam, but that wasn't not your first time to modify truth about where you've been.

"So, I gotta go. You just got home, Y/N. You need some rest." Nat told you giving an empty cup of tea to your outstretched hand.

"Oh, come on, Nat. I'm not even tired." you complained. But deep down you know that was truth. You wanted to be alone in peace and quiet and you was grateful to her.

Nat rolled her eyes in annoyance like always she does when you are stubborn. Your friend wasn't going to tell you anything because that wasn't necessary. She stood up slowly and hold your hands.

"See you tomorrow."

"Thanks for your help with washing the dishes." you said ironically and a little dramatically. And both of you burst out laughing.

"Sure you can handle it." Nat winked.

You said goodbye to each other. Nat closed the front door, leaving a small crack. In this time you turned tap and set to work.

You can't say you didn't like do chores. At least without disgust. But at this time you enjoyed it. The noise of the water calmed your wild head full of annoying thoughts and you were humming a song. Barely hearing creak of the door you were focused on your work. You thought that was Nat forgetting something in your living room (she does that often than anyone can ever imagine).

You had only one plate to wash when something slid down your waist. That was hand. A male hand. You don't have a boyfriend and all your nearest neighbours were girls. There was only one man who knows your address. You froze in place hoping it was just a bad dream. The plate slipped out of your hands and fell into the sink with a loud rumble. A small piece broke off and scratched the inside of your hand.

"I'm glad to see you too, love" you could feel his smirk at your ear.

This. Fucking. Bastard. Really? Why did he come right on the day you returned home? You never thought you can hate someone so much.

You first met the Master when he was prime minister. Actually You've been encountering with him as much as the Doctor since the Time War. Well, almost as much. You missed maybe two times.

If you say that your relationship with the Master was difficult, it is nothing to say. One moment you are trying to kill yourselves, the next you are ready to lunge at each other kissing fiercely and passionately. But it doesn't mean you're in love with him, right? You and the Master were just lovers and nothing more. And you'll never betray the Doctor for the Master.

"What are you doing here?"

"Decided to check up my favorite human."

"Stop it" you said quietly but firmly.

"Stop what?" his eyes widened.

"You really think I would believe you? You never did it and sure you wouldn't" you didn't even try to hide your sarcasm.

"Don't act like you know me. I really missed you" he murmured into your ear.

"Well, I don't. So when we've figured it out go away" a low growl escaped from your throat.

"Oh, never thought you can be so furious. You're just like me" he was mocking you.

"I'm nothing like you" you spat out last word.

"Aren't you?" in one simple movement he turned you over to face him. The Master leaned toward you so that you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. "Do you really think so? Tell me, Y/N. Doctor isn't here. You can tell me everything you want to."

You felt knife was right at your throat. Seriously? How could he take a knife almost out of your nose without being seen? Oh, yes, he's the Master. You had to wipe the dishes and put it back, then wash the rest. But, no, you did the opposite. You blamed yourself. But you wasn't the one who was easy to scare. Plus you met the Master so many times... And so often it ended more than just threatening your life. You stayed stubbornly silent looking straight in his brown hypnotic eyes.

"Come on, Y/N. Will you continue to be stubborn? Don't make me do it" something glittered in his eyes.

"Do what?" contempt flowed from you like a river.

"Depends on you..." as much as he annoyed you, he looked so damn attractive. And you admit it.

'Fine, I will play in your game' you thought hoping he's not in your mind right now.

You fiercely kissed him. The knife a little wounded your throat and blood started to flow down your neck, but you didn't pay attention. God, who knew you missed him so much?

"Mmm, you lied to me. Maybe I should punish you? What did you think?" the knife was left the second he asked the question. His lips covered yours when you tried to say something. Well, apparently that was a rhetorical one.

Pulling away, you leaned even closer to the sink. No matter how much you liked this situation, you still felt uncomfortable being in his company. He's the Master. One of the most important disaster of the Universe. The one who destroyed Gallifrey, his home planet. The one who has always achieved his goal. And now his prey goal was you. That's what made you fell uncomfortable. You weren't afraid of him, but you had awe.

His eyes dropped below your lips. He must just noticed the cut on your neck. The Master slowly licked his lips before leaning over and licking the blood from your neck. Shit, he probably knew that was your weak spot. You couldn't hold back a loud moan, which caused the Master to chuckle. With each touch of his tongue, you melted more and more, your knuckles turned pale from your tight grip on the sink. Your legs are beginning to give way a little, but they haven't betrayed you yet. Although you felt a little wet from below.

"Say it" his voice was full of lust, but still domineering. Of course, how could it be otherwise?

"Say... wha-ah-at?" you barely managed to ask, trying to hold back your moans.

"Say my name" - silence. You decided to just ignore it. You didn't want to give him more power than he had. Although in this situation you could do almost anything he asked. And he knew it. Apparently that's why he asked you to do this.

You didn’t notice his free hand slid down to your jeans, quickly zipped it and crawled under your boxers. His thumb found the clit and began drawing circles on it. You couldn't stand it shouting:

"Master! Please... " oh, how you hated yourself for that. He barely touched you and you were already his.

"Please what?" a smug grin spread across his face. He knew exactly what you were talking about. But he wanted to hear it from you. He was so irritated by your morality and decency, each time trying to destroy these qualities in you. Making you choose who lives and who doesn't. Or putting you in situations like this.

The fingers of his other hand started tapping on your back as soon as they found their way under your shirt.

"Just do it" your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid you need to be more specific" he leaned close to your ear so your chests were almost touching. "Because I can do a lot with you."

"Do you want me to say it out loud? Is it necessary?"

"Oh, Yes. That would be great. Or else..." He was still a few inches away from you, though the fingers of his hands had stopped moving, making you whimper. Those hands were driving you crazy. They always did, no matter what the regeneration was. It doesn't matter what they did to you. Hands burning cities, destroying planets, blowing up galaxies. Of course, he saw it in your mind and knew it. Bastard.

"Just push me on the table and fuck me" you would regret this very much. But that would come later. Now you were dying without it.

"The magic word?" he whispered in your ear. You could feel his grin. He teased you and it made you want him. Your underwear was soaking wet. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other to ease the tension at the bottom.

"Please?" you knew exactly what he wanted you to say. But you still had a little self-control and that’s why you refused to say it a second time.

"Try again" he broke into a cheshire grin. You've already played with each other. The question was “Who will prevail”. It was obvious to you two, though. But for you, the process itself was more important than the victory.

"Master" you sighed. By this time, you had calmed down and were able to control yourself a little.

"That's my girl" well, now you've lost control, which was hard for you to regain.

His lips fell greedily on yours as like he would die without you. As you without his. He quickly led you away from the sink, took you to the table ripping your clothes and underpants to shreds and pushed you hard on it. Not to say you didn't feel any pain from the push but you didn't complain. From the Master you shouldn’t expect tenderness in such situation. You knew that.

He climbed up on the table, hovering over you. He held your wrists above your head with one hand, while the other slid slowly over your wet inner thigh. But he was still fully dressed which of course you didn't like.

"That's not fai... " before you could finish, his finger shoved up inside of you. You cried out in pain and pleasure that flowed from your core all over your body.

"Don't make me angry" he growled right in your face.

"Or what?"

He added two fingers at once and twisted them. God, it hurt so much, but your desire was stronger.

"Master.." he always did everything he could to make you shout and moan. You were driven mad by his hands and he - by your moans. He started pumping you up by pulling out and in his fingers into you.

"That's it. Remember you are mine."

"Only in your dreams..." you said it when you got a little used to his pushes.

The hand which pressed your hands to the table moved to your throat and held it tight.

"Judging from your screams I wouldn't be so sure" despite the strangling grip he said it in the sweetest voice you've ever heard from him.

From suffocation all the sensations increased several times and you are almost come. He decided to speed up the process so he left a trail of kisses on your neck sucking you. Leaving your own tags. Marking you as his. It was enough for you to go over the edge just like him. Taking his hand from your neck, he wrapped it around your cheek and gently kissed it.

"You look so good under me" he stood up, straightened his suit, and left you lying on the table. "Oh, and thank you for your help" he winked.

"What?" you sat up and blinked quickly, uncomprehending.

"Come on, Y/N. Keep up. You're not so stupid like other Doctor's pets" he slowly approached to you without taking eyes off you.

"What did you do to her?" you leaned to him so there were a couple of inches between you.

"Well, not yet. But now she'll walk into trap. You were the only one who could help her"

"But I can stop you..." a low growl escaped from your throat.

"And how?" he looked at your hands and smiled broadly. Your eyes followed his and saw some bracelets on your wrists. Handcuffs. Really? "Handcuffs will not allow you to leave flat. And I don't need to stay here anymore. I had enough fun with you" shit, you let your feelings out and now the Doctor is in danger. You looked away. He didn't like it, so the Master grabbed your chin, pulled you into another kiss, bitting your lip.

"Until next time" he winked and left.

You heard the sound of the TARDIS disappearing from your room. Bastard. But damn it, you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't like it... Maybe you should wash the dishes more often?

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[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 62)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2392

Warnings: Language,self-isolation, fighting, attempted robbery, misery, keeping memories alive, hopeful new start. Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Time seemed to pass… slowly as it were. 

You’d begun a new chapter in your life. If you could call this your life. It was just sort of existing at this point. You didn’t want to hurt Shannon with an untimely death, but you didn’t see much point in going on. Shannon had her life. She had Tony, Bruce, Steve, Nat, Rhodey. She was surrounded by those that she loved. Sure, she lost Peter in the snap, but in the grand scheme of things she’d lost very little. 

You on the other hand had lost your homeland. Your birth parents -- dead. Your semi-adoptive parents, Odin and Frigga -- dead. Your closest friends, Stephen, Vision, Wanda, Pietro -- gone. No one knew where Clint was. Thor didn’t even talk to you now. No one at the Avengers Compound would even miss you besides Shannon. 

Although, at this point, you might as well be dead. You left no clue for Shannon to find you. You left behind your phone. You’d completely gone undercover. 

The world was fragile, more so than it had been before. Governments were falling apart. There were societies crumbling. World leaders had disappeared. People that were heavily needed to run the world, were gone: doctors, nurses, engineers, politicians, police, mechanics, scientists, veterinarians, farmers… everyone. Every person in this world had a vital role and for the last two months it had been scrambling to make up for the gap.

The world started to function again, barely, but when push came to shove, cities had to keep things going. One of those cities was Paris. 

You were walking back to your hotel from a night at the Louvre. This was what your life had been, one sight to see after another. On the way through an alley, you heard rustling up ahead, and just as you were about to hone in on it, three guys jumped out from behind a corner, armed with knives.

“Nous ne voulons pas vous faire mal mais nous le ferons. remettre la bourse,” the big one demanded and you frowned, trying to remember French. Although, you didn't need much context. Knives, alleyway, darkness, and the only thing you had valuable was a purse. 

“Parlez vous anglais?” you asked, cocking your head.

The three men laughed, throwing their heads back. The confidence was unnerving, and displaced. 

“Oui, uh, sweetheart?” he said with a thick accent. “Hand over the purse.” 

“Oh… Oh you mean this purse?” you asked, holding it out. “Come and get it,” you challenged, your eyes narrowing as the rage bubbled up in you easily. 

They charged at you but you dodged the first one, the largest one. He tripped behind you and turned to try to grab you in a headlock, but you flipped him over. The other two ran forward, their knives out. 

You kicked one of them before punching the other one. The one you punched came up behind you and hit the back of your knees but you didn’t buckle. You turned to face him, your hand hitting his throat quickly. He grabbed it, gasping for breath as he backed up.

The third guy grabbed at your hair but you grabbed his wrist quicker, bending it and squeezing it until you heard a break in the bones. He looked at you with fear in his eyes before he cried out from pain. 

The big one tried to wrap his arms around you, but you were tiring of this so you lit your hands, grabbing him with your power and launching him into some trash bins several feet away from you. The other two looked on in bewilderment and fear as they backed away. They started to run away, quickly.

“What’s the matter? Purse wasn’t worth it?” you called after them angrily, smirking. 

“Trouble just seems to find you, doesn’t it, cher?” that all too familiar Cajun voice said from behind you. 

“Go home, Remy,” was all you said in a cold voice as you picked up your purse and began to make your way back to the hotel, taking the streets this time. Remy walked beside you. “How did you find me?” you asked, nothing but contempt in your tone. 

“Is this any way to greet your oldest friend?” he asked, feigning offense. 

“I’m really not in the mood. I didn’t want to be found.” 

“I’ll say! Do you have any idea how long I been lookin’?” he asked. 

 “Remy,” you groaned. “I left for a reason. I didn’t want to be around anyone.” 

He stopped walking, grabbing your shoulders as he became serious. “I know, cheri. I know you lost him,” was all he said. 

And that’s all it took for you to fall into his arms, a sobbing mess. It was embarrassing, breaking down like this in the middle of the street, but you couldn’t help it. Truth be told, you don’t think anyone could. 

After the snap, it was almost second nature to see people randomly burst into tears. Every place you went someone was mourning someone else. This made the guilt of not finishing Thanos off that much worse. 

Did these random citizens of France know that you were involved in this? Know that you were a great deal of the reason their loved ones were gone? You hoped not. 

Several minutes later, you leaned away from him and he asked if you were alright. You nodded and began walking again back to your hotel. The two of you stopped into the bar in the lobby. It was rather full, and it made you wonder if more people were drowning their sorrows more than usual. 

You two sat next to each other. You ordered a simple drink, as did Remy. Once you got the drink, you didn’t take one sip, you just played with the glass. 

“So...how’d you find me?” you asked again. 

“Well… when that… when the event happened, just about every one in the mansion disappeared. Only people left were about three students, Logan, Jean, and myself.” 

“So Charles...Hank.. Scott...” you started listing off people you cared for. “They’re all…?” 

He nodded solemnly while closing his eyes. The news slammed into you, hard. “Yeah. Well, after tying up loose ends there, I wanted to go find you. You’re the closest thing I got to family.” 

All you did was nod. 

“I went to the compound, but Shannon told me you ran away two months ago.” 

You bobbed your head side to side. He wasn’t wrong. 

“From there I started to think of places you might go. I checked New Orleans. I checked our hometown. Then I realized you once told me you and him planned on taking a trip over to Europe here. You said he wanted to go to Paris the most. Thought I’d give it a whirl.” 

“Yeah,” you softly noted. “I thought I’d tour the places we wanted to go, you know? In honor of his memory.” You tried your best to swallow down the lump in your throat. 

“Why’d you run away?” he suddenly asked. “You’ve never been the type.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Ever the charmer.” 

“I’m not lyin’. So what is it? Shannon seemed pretty broken up that you were gone.” 

You shrugged. “I’m sorry for that,” you started, “I just… After the snap, we thought we lost Tony, right? He was lost in space for over three weeks. We had no way to get in touch with him when he and Stephen and Peter all went up there. They were lost to us. Shannon and I were both facing grief. Her’s was worse, I think, because she didn’t know if he was dead, lost, or vanished.”

He nodded before you took a deep breath. 

“Then just before Tony came back, I think I caught something between Bruce and her. I know both of them pretty well, and I think she loves Bruce. I think Bruce asked her to move on with him, when the time was right. The next thing I know, Tony’s home. Which was great. I was so relieved and thrilled… Then all this happiness was around me. Everyone gained Tony back. Bruce had Shannon and Tony, even Nat. Steve had everyone he cares about, except Bucky and Sam. Everyone was rallying together. Friendships were getting stronger. I just felt like I wasn’t needed. Shannon was so focused on Tony, focused on everything. Thor was my last connection to Loki and we haven’t spoken one word to each other since the snap. Asgard was destroyed a few days before Thanos came to Earth. So my home planet is destroyed. The love of my life is gone. My birth and adoptive parents are dead. We tracked down Thanos only for him to tell us he used the infinity stones to destroy them. So there’s no hope of any of them coming back…” 

He reached over and placed his hand on yours, squeezing. “Y/N, cher, I am so sorry.” 

You nodded, acknowledging his words. “I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t be there for Shannon, who didn’t appear to need me anyway. I couldn’t pretend to be strong, or pretend like anyone wanted me there. Thor went to find a home for our Asgardian people who managed to escape with Valkyrie. I just was so… jealous of Shannon. She had her husband back. She had Bruce. She had Steve and the rest of them. All her friends, her family. She lost Peter but… I have nothing.” 

“Hey, now, that’s not true. You got me, and you got her.”

A sad smile touched your face. “I know. I appreciate you coming to find me. But that’s why I left. When Tony came back, it reminded me that things always work out for her, and never for me. I just snapped, realized I couldn’t watch everyone be so happy. I was so bitter about it. I’m just in too much misery to watch that. I didn’t want to bring them down. Half of me was filled with bitterness, half of me didn’t want that bitterness to spill over into the small bubble of happiness they’d all found in all of this newfound Hell.” You shrugged, voicing your feelings for the first time, realizing them. It wasn’t so much that you left because you were jealous of Shannon. Of course you wanted her to be happy, she was your best friend. But you didn’t want to be an emotional burden on them, nor could you be there to pretend like you were fine, like everything was okay, when it was the furthest from okay you’d ever been.

“Sounds selfless, to me.”

You laughed without humor. “Ah, yes. Telling you I’m jealous my best friend is happy and that I can’t stand being around it. I’m a true saint.” You raised your glass and took a sip.

He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I’m sayin’ at all. I’m sayin’ that you recognized that you needed to be alone.” 

“You don’t think it’s selfish to leave Shannon?”

“Not really. She’s got tons of people who care about her. She’s gonna be fine. She’ll worry about you, but we both know if she knew where you were at, she’d come lookin’ for you. She might even try to convince you to come back, that everything will be okay. You need time to grieve and you can’t have that if everyone around you is crowding you with hope and positivity. You gotta do what’s best for you, darlin’.” 

You nodded, slightly grinning. “That’s, uh, exactly right.” 

The two of you caught up some more on what you’d been up to since the snap, nursing your drinks until the bar closed. You failed to mention the proposal. It somehow felt hard to bring it up to anyone. Tony was an exception because you thought he should know why you were so miserable. The bartender all but kicked you out, forcing you to stand in the lobby making you awkwardly bid Remy goodbye. 

“Where you stayin’ anyway, cajun?” you wondered, nudging him slightly. 

“Just up the street,” he informed. “I’ve only been here two days.” 

You nodded. “Well, I appreciate you finding me. It was nice to have a friend again, for a little while anyway.” 

“I came all this way just to find ya, and you’re just gonna kick me out? That’s cold, Y/L/N.” He gave you a signature smirk. When you didn’t really respond, his tone lost all jest. “Cher, I can’t let you be alone. Not like this. Let me stick around, be a shoulder to lean on. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“You know as well as anyone that I can take care of myself,” you remarked seriously. 

“I’m not talkin’ about getting into fights, which I know you’re gonna get into, given the state you’re in. I’m talkin’ about emotionally, mon cher. You’re hurting, and even though you don’t wanna be around the Merry band of the Avengers, maybe my company might make you feel a little less alone.” 

“It would, Remy, but I don’t want to bring you down.” 

He shook his head as he put both hands on your shoulders. “You could never do such a thing. I’m already pretty broken. You and I are just about all we got left in this world. I say we don’t waste that on feelin’ sorry for ourselves. We can grieve together, if you’ll have me.” 

It took you a second, staring at him, weighing the pros of having him around. Of course you wanted him around. It wasn’t so much that you wanted to be alone, you just didn’t want to make anyone more depressed than they already were. But if Remy was certain that you two wouldn’t do that to each other, then you didn’t see the harm. In fact, he was probably right. You two needed someone in the world. All the Avengers had their counterpart… you needed yours too. 

A soft look touched your face. “Alright. Yeah. let’s do it.”

“Glad to hear it. We can go everywhere you two planned on goin’. Tell me all about him. We can keep his memory alive, you and me.” 

You nodded, feeling a dash of hope for the first time in forever. “I think I’d like that, and I think he would too.” 

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Star Trek: Picard - Season One

The first season of latest entry in the Star Trek Franchise has reached its conclusion, so it's finally time to express some thoughts. Of course there will be some major spoilers, but why would you even read a review about a show you haven't seen yet?

Engage!

The series takes place about 20 years after the events of Star Trek Nemesis. After the Romulan homeworld was destroyed by a supernova, the Federation promised to help evacuating the survivers, but due to the destruction of the Utopia Planitia shipyard by an android resistance, they weren't able to keep their word.

Picard, now a retired admiral, is contacted by a young woman named Dahj, who is hunted by a Romulan secret organization called the Zhat Vash.

The Zhat Vash are hunting down any kind of artificial life following an ancient prophecy about a destroyer, an artificial being, that could erase all organic life in the universe. Dahj gets killed, but as it turns out, she has a twin sister. Both of them are artificial humans, created by Bruce Maddox as an offspring for Data.

Picard hires a crew and a ship and finds Dahjs sister Soji on a marooned Borg cube called the Artifact. Later they manage to find her homeworld, a planet populated by a group of replicants who are all outcomes of Datas and Maddoxs research.

The Romulans are threatening to attack the planet because, as it turns out, Soji is in fact the destroyer the prophecy speaks about.

She activates the big skybeam thingy from The Avengers, allowing some sort of machine creature to enter our universe. But Picard, who's all the time been suffering from an illness, gives one of his iconic speeches, right before he dies.

Soji decides to deactivate the device, Starfleet shows up, explaining to the Romulans that the planet is now protectorate of the Federation. Picard has a near death experience which allows him to speak to Data. After that, the Replicants create a new artificial body for Picard so he can live on his natural life span and season 2 can happen.

Overall it was an enjoyable first season. The plot was engaging enough, the acting was on point and it felt like real, modern Star Trek. But it's far from flawless. The pacing is not the best, and the plot often loses its focus. That one where Picard dresses up as a criminal with an eyepatch and a french accent will surely go down in history as one of those episodes no fan talks about unless they need a good cringe.

Most of the new characters didn't really leave a lasting impression. In Discovery (Yes I am a fan of Star Trek Discovery) we have characters like Saru, Sylvia Tilly, Hugh Culber, Empress Philippa Georgiou, Captain Christopher Pike (who is technically not a new character, but the way they portraited him was great) and of course Michael Burnham.

All of them are fleshed out, three dimensional people.

Each one has their own story, strengths, flaws, purposes but in this series I'm even having a hard time remembering their names. There is Soji, and Raffi and Picards Romulan ward, then there this other Romulan guy who reminds me of Theon Greyjoy from Game of Thrones... you get the idea.

I like however what they made of the old characters. Jean-Luc Picard is like he always was, an Idealist, Seven of Nine is a broken woman, hardened by a history of violence and pain, Data, even in death, aims to grow as an individual, Riker does, what he does best, being the best support for Picard and looking great in his uniform, even Hugh, who appeared only twice in TNG, got a logical progression of his arc.

Plus, there are countless easter eggs and callbacks to earlier Star Trek, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but in my opinion this show relies heavier on nostalgia than any other Star Trek series or movie before.

Also the political message of the show is pretty short sighted.

I get what they trying to say with the Federation not helping the Romulan refugees, but here's the deal:

It turns out later in the series, that the Zhat Vash was behind the attack on Mars, leaving the Federation with not enough ressources to provide any help. It wasn't like the Federation or Starfleet were unwilling to help, they just couldn't, which was the Romulans fault.

Dispite this, the Federation was framed as the bad guys leaving the Romulans to die. The Zhat Vash's motivation is based on an ancient prophecy that turns out to be true, so at the end of the day it's justified. Not their actions of course, but in the end their motivation was to save the universe.

This, and also the criminalization of AI after the attack on Mars are topics that in TNG would have been discussed in all their nuances. But here it is all blamed on the Federation as if it is some sort of evil empire. It is just too simplified. Also the Romulans seem to have a high amount of ships, which makes me wonder why they couldn't manage the evacuation on their own.

The series tried to accomplish what Nemesis could not do: Giving Data a more satisfying farewell.

I wish I could say, they managed it.

That last scene was beautiful, sure, but the build up was rather weak.

Jean-Luc Picard, though more passive throughout the season has his greatest moments at the beginning and at the end, where he gives his inspirational speeches deeply rooted in humanism, diplomacy and the ideals of the Federation, and these are the moments where he really shines as the hero we know and love. But sadly these moments are too rare.

As I said before, I enjoyed watching the show, but I was hoping for more. They did not kill off Picard, so there is hope for a better second season!

#star trek #critique #picard spoilers #star trek picard #raffi #dahj #soji #data #seven of nine #cpt rios

[moonb-eam]

la lune et le soleil

a little present for @unquaintly ✨

happy birthday my love 🌙 (hope you like it, and i really hope you get to have lots of cake today)

also on ao3

When Lucas Lallemant is very young, he asked his maman where the sun goes at night.

Is it magic? Lucas asks, staring up at her with wide eyes lit by the moon, covers pulled up to his chin.

Oh no, his maman says. The sun goes somewhere else. To the other side of the world, so other people can enjoy the sunshine, too.

Lucas thinks he might get it. He knows there are people who live very, very far away. He just didn’t know that people could be so far that their days are different than his.

It’s a strange thought.

And then when we have sunlight, his maman says, smoothing a hand over his hair, the moon goes to the other side of the world, so those people can sleep. Just like how you’re going to sleep now.

So, Lucas starts, screwing his face up because he’s not sure if this is a dumb question, a question only babies would ask, but he wants to ask it, the sun and the moon never meet?

Well, sometimes they do, but not very often. Only on special occasions.

Lucas thinks that’s sad, and he’s not completely sure why. But what if they’re friends? He asks. They still can’t see each other? There’s a word he wants to use but he doesn’t know it, only the feeling it could hold, and not being able to verbalize it is frustrating.

Lonely.

His maman knows what he’s trying to say, and she knows her Lucas has a soft heart—she sees it all the time, saw it earlier that day on the way to the grocery store, when Lucas had saved a ladybug from the sidewalk and deposited it safely to the grass.

Her Lucas has a soft heart, and she knows, she knows it very well may get him hurt, knows she can’t protect him from everything, but she loves him all the more for it. 

Lucas, she says softly, you’re so full of love, my sweet boy. She kisses the top of his head. But don’t worry about the sun and the moon. They always find each other eventually. But only for very, very special moments.

Lucas is fourteen when he has to read Roméo et Juliette in class.

He’s a science student by now, so he knows all about the burning fireball in the sky, a giant star that will swallow the world whole one day. He knows all about the rock that reflects the burning fireball’s light, the rock that has eight phases a face of craters. These are sky giants that live inside of songs, poetry, art.

Lucas sees when Sophie Tremblay almost faints from a line in the play, sighing into the palm of her hand, loud enough that it makes Mme. Delacroix smile and pause in her reading.

Quelle lumière brille soudain à travers cette fenêtre? C'est l'Orient; Juliette est le soleil.—Lève-toi, soleil de beauté; tue la lune jalouse…

Lucas doesn’t understand it, why being called the sun is so appealing, considered to be so romantic, when it really means what, you’re a flaming, temperamental ball of gas? It’s too much for Lucas, who is already annoyed to be taking literature classes, who already knows that there’s something wrong with him, something that makes him stare when Marc Sainte-Germain takes off his sweatshirt in class, and his t-shirt rides up with the motion. 

And Lucas knows his generation is supposed to be accepting, open-minded, but he’s also in high school, where words are like knives and eyes are even sharper, so he closes off even further. So he does’t even try to understand Roméo et Juliette because it’s a romance, and romance is not for boys like Lucas.

Literature class ends and Lucas forgets about the play, forgets about the space of smooth, bare skin between Marc Sainte-Germain’s t-shirt and the line of his jeans. 

 A year passes, then two years, and it becomes easier to keep himself in check, to treat any thoughts related to boys as passing moments of curiosity, nothing more. He listens with half an ear when the boys talk about girls. He starts saying things about girls too, words that are crass and cheap and mean nothing when they leave his lips.

He doesn’t know where he’s headed, but he keeps going. He doesn’t really have a choice.

This planet is always spinning forwards. The sun rises and sets and rises.

Lucas is sixteen when he sees Eliott Demaury for the first time. 

He’s guarded now, his soft heart beating faintly under barbed wire—layers it wrapped itself up in after his parents divorced, after his papa abandoned him, and his maman was sent away, and Lucas was left with nothing more than weekend visiting hours and an e-transfer that comes every month. 

His heart is protected, yes, but the other side of security is a fear to move, too scared the wires will pierce his heart’s thin skin if it ever jumps, if it ever beats too fast.

But there’s a boy that walks into Daphné’s meeting (at that moment, just a boy, not yet known to Lucas as Eliott Demaury) and the boy is beautiful, so beautiful that Lucas’s chest feels tight, that the wires wrapped around his heart strain with how it threatens to come alive.

The sun is shining in through a window next to Lucas and it hits the boy’s eyes, turning light blue into green-grey. It catches on the edge of the boy’s teeth when he smiles and Lucas is so…maybe confused is the right word. Confused. Startled. He wants to ask the boy, where did you come from? Where have you been this whole time?

He desperately, so desperately, wants to ask, do you see me the way I see you?

The meeting ends, but Lucas could not tell you what happened during it, couldn’t even tell you how long it was, too swept up by a boy he doesn’t even know, a boy with impossibly bright eyes and a smile made of pure sunshine.

Lucas knows him now, knows the boy with the sunshine smile as Eliott, and it’s better and it’s so much worse, because Lucas knows him.

He knows Eliott draws, knows that he’s a bad dancer, has questionable taste in music, and even more questionable taste in beer. He knows that Eliott is funny, and sweet, and smart, and a little bit strange, and he thought it would be better, to pluck Eliott from the deep recesses of his mind and give him more dimension, paint him as a person rather than a picture. He thought, maybe, they could be friends. And they are, they are friends, but it’s not enough for Lucas.

He can barely handle it now, how badly he wants to kiss Eliott.

He thinks about it a lot, about being folded into Eliott’s long arms, being held close, sharing breaths, and stealing some of Eliott’s sunshine warmth for himself.

It’s hard not to. He’s been drifting in cold, dead space for so long.

The barbed wires around his heart are tight, pulling, piercing, and Lucas is bleeding out desperate, hopeless infatuation.

But maybe it’s not hopeless, because Eliott asks him to go somewhere, one Friday night when the streets are still soaked with rain and the moon is hidden behind a cloud. 

“Where are we going?” Lucas asks.

“You’ll see,” Eliott says. His smile is the sun eclipsed behind a secret and Lucas can do nothing but follow him. 

Eliott takes him to a park, a hidden forest in the middle of Paris that is dark and quiet, an entirely different planet to the busy avenues and flickering streetlights beyond its iron gate.

“I come here when I want to be alone,” Eliott says, and Lucas makes a joke about Eliott giving away his one hiding place, but Eliott just laughs and says, “No, but right now it’s special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, special.”

Lucas turns his smile into his shoulder in the dark, hiding, but he also pretends that his phone dies so Eliott has to guide him, so he has to stand close to Eliott to follow the narrow trail of his flashlight.

In the back of his mind, he hears his maman’s voice. They always find each other eventually. But only for very, very special moments.

Is it?

Lucas still doesn’t like Shakespeare but he’s starting to think it’s possible that people can be celestials too, even if only for a moment, when they’re in the midst of something too big to be held by human bodies.

Eliott takes him into a tunnel, and it’s dark, the only bit of light coming from Eliott’s flashlight, bouncing off of Lucas like he’s the moon, reflecting, and it’s true because there’s he goes, Eliott dances away and Lucas follows him, sun setting moon rising. 

Lucas is greedy for more of his light, and frightened for what will happen when he loses it. 

The flashlight goes out, and there’s a crack of thunder and Lucas is in the dark but he can just make him out, Eliott standing at the mouth of the tunnel, drenched by the rain, his flashlight abandoned to the ground. 

Lucas goes to him, and he reaches out for him—Eliott, Eliott, Eliott—he’s taking a chance, peeling back the barbed wire from his bleeding heart, leaving it soft and vulnerable for Eliott’s hands to hold it, steal it, destroy it.

He reaches out for Eliott, hands out, fingers aching, but Eliott is there, grasping onto them and pulling Lucas closer, just the tiniest bit, but it’s enough that Lucas falls into him, bodies crashing together against the thunder overhead, rainwater catching in their eyes, between their lips.

They’re barely visible in the dark, two bodies that can hardly be discerned from one another with how tightly they’re pressed together, barely separating for more than a breath before they have to touch again, again, again, again…

Eliott is his boyfriend now.

Lucas never thought he would have one of those. Not ever.

He never thought he could be this stupidly, ridiculously happy.

It’s bursting out of him, all the time, his entire being coming alive when Eliott’s fingers brush against his when they’re sitting with the boys, when Eliott comes up behind Lucas in the hallway and wraps his arms around him, when Eliott kisses him twice before they have to part—always twice, always dipping back in for one more.

It’s intense, the way Lucas longs for Eliott before he even leaves.

He never thought it could be like this.

“I’ve never seen you this happy,” Yann says to him one day, when it’s just the two of them, out for kebabs. “I mean it, Lucas. Not to be weird, but I’m so proud of you.”

(It’s not weird, not at all, but Lucas acts like it is, making a gagging sound at Yann and getting smacked on the back of the head for it—which is good, because Lucas thinks he may have been five seconds away from crying otherwise.)

Eliott becomes a fixture in their friend group, hanging out with them between classes, coming along on nights out.

He joins them at a house party on a Saturday night, starting at Lucas’s place for pre-drinks then stumbling out the front door to go to Alex’s.

Lucas gets a bit drunk at the start of the night, making a big scene when he arrives at Alex’s, taking over the dance floor with Emma and Alexia, and making out with Eliott in the kitchen, boosting himself up onto the counter so he can wrap his legs around Eliott’s waist, get Eliott exactly where he wants him.

He’s so greedy for him, for Eliott, for his sweet mouth and his big hands and his warmth, his warmth that burrows into every deep fissure of Lucas’s heart, alighting every dark crater of the moon.

Lucas’s own personal sun.

He stops drinking after that, for no reason in particular other than he gets caught in conversation with Alex, feels nauseous on his way to the bathroom, and had been only a breath away from saying I love you to Eliott. Right there in Alex’s kitchen, his hands sticky from spilt vodka, Eliott’s tongue tasting like cheap beer.

There are about five thousand reasons why Lucas cannot, absolutely cannot say those words, and the first one is that he and Eliott have only been dating for three weeks, and Lucas is not going to be that person. He’s not. His soft heart is bare, bare and exposed and beating, but he can’t let it speak.

So Lucas stops drinking because maybe he’s worried about saying too much too soon, but Eliott doesn’t stop, and by the time they leave Alex’s Lucas is tipsy at best and Eliott is drunk, properly drunk, stumbling into trees and giggling at himself.

“Lucas, your boyfriend is wasted,” Basile says, the most obvious thing.

“So are you,” Arthur points out from where he’s sat down on the curb, tilting his back to look at the night sky. “And so am I.”

“Aw Arthur, come on man, don’t sit down we’re going home.”

“Home,” Eliott whispers into Lucas’s ear. Lucas is supporting him by his waist, one of Eliott’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he’s huffing a bit with the effort because Eliott is dragging his feet, he is not helping, and he is heavy. “I wanna go home with you,” Eliott slurs into Lucas’s ear, the words quiet and rushed like they’re illicit, like they’re a secret.

But Lucas responds, indulgent, “You are.” 

Eliott hums happily at that, pleased. “I wanna kiss you when we get home.”

“Okay.”

“Wanna kiss you for a long time. Forever.”

“That’s fine, but you’re also really drunk, so what you’re going to get is water and sleep.”

“Ugh.” Eliott makes a face. “Bor-ing.”

Lucas stops, because he realizes it’s only him and Eliott. Yann and Basile are back with Arthur, who’s still sitting on the curb.

“What’s up?” He calls to them, and Yann waves him off.

“One second, we just need to get the space cadet on his feet.”

“But the sky looks so cool,” Arthur is saying, eyes still fixed on the stars as Yann pulls him to his feet. “Do you see it, guys? Do you see the way the moon looks?”

“Yeah, Arthur, the moon is cool.”

“I like the moon.” Eliott whispers to Lucas, slumping against him a bit more. “But do you know what? I like you more.”

Lucas laughs. “Oh yeah?”

Eliott nods against him, tilting his face down to Lucas’s neck. He starts humming something, a song that Lucas can’t place, at first.

It’s not until they’re walking again, Arthur now being supported by Yann and Basile, that Eliott picks up the song again, humming it into Lucas’s hair, occasionally throwing in a lyric, occasionally breaking with the song to giggle.

The song is in English, but Lucas knows it, a little.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. 

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Lucas never thought he’d be the type of guy that would use pet names. 

He usually makes fun of those couples, the ones that spend their whole lunch hour making out and are all baby, and sweetie, and whatever. He would never admit that really, he was jealous of those couples, of how freely and easily they could give their love to each other with the eyes of a high school on them.

Lucas never thought he’d be the type of guy that would use pet names, but it turns out Eliott is absolutely the type of guy to use pet names.

He meets Lucas outside of the school at the end of the day, bounding over with his sunshine smile at full brightness.

“Hi baby,” he greets him, bending down to pull Lucas into a tight hug.

Lucas is blushing when he says hi back, burying his face into Eliott’s shoulder.

A week later they’re at lunch with the boys, and they’re talking about weekend plans, about a new action movie Yann and Basile want to see on Saturday.

Lucas and Eliott had planned to spend the weekend together, alone, at Lucas’s place since both Mika and Lisa are going to be away. He says as much to the boys, nervous about seeming like he’s ditching them, but Yann and Arthur just smile knowingly, and Basile laughs and makes an obscene hand gesture at him.

Eliott has his arm resting across the back of Lucas’s chair, but he leans close, whispers into Lucas’s ear, “Hey, are you sure? We can go hang out with the guys if you want.”

Lucas shakes his head minutely. “No, I’m sure.”

“Alright babe,” Eliott says simply, kissing the side of his head.

That weekend they’re making out on Lucas’s couch, Lucas sitting in Eliott’s lap with his hands in Eliott’s hair, Eliott with his arms wrapped around Lucas’s waist, hands sliding under his t-shirt to touch the skin of his back.

“Baby,” Eliott murmurs against Lucas’s lips. It doesn’t seem like he wants to say anything else so Lucas keeps kissing him, the pace of their kisses slow, soft, Lucas’s lips tingling from how sore they are.

“Baby,” Eliott says again, nonsensically, using one hand to bring Lucas’s hips closer to his, pulling Lucas more firmly into his lap. He mouths across Lucas’s cheek and down to his neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there. “Baby, baby, baby.” 

Lucas giggles and pulls back, moves one hand to Eliott’s neck to tilt his head up, to look him in the eye. “What?” He asks, and Eliott blinks, his eyes distant, his face dazed.

“Nothing.” Eliott says. “Hi, I guess.”

Lucas snorts. “Hi?”

Eliott shrugs, his cheeks pink. “Hi like, hi you’re so beautiful. Hi, I love kissing you. Hi, can you please keep kissing me?” He’s leaning back in, eyes on Lucas’s lips and Lucas is still smiling, shaking his head.

“Okay, then, hi,” he whispers into the space between their mouths. He lets out a breath, says, “Hi sunshine,” and the end of the word gets caught on Eliott’s lips.

He likes it, he thinks, so he tries it again the next morning, when he comes back into his bedroom with two cups of coffee, setting them down on the bedside table and sliding back into the covers, to where Eliott is a tangle of boyish limbs, blue sheets, and sunlight-warm skin. Lucas slides over until he can drape himself across Eliott’s back, press his lips to his shoulder blade.

Eliott hums, turning his face to the side on his pillow. “Morning,” he mumbles.

Lucas smiles at him, brushing a gentle hand through Eliott’s hair. “Good morning sunshine,” he says, pressing another kiss to Eliott’s shoulder. 

Eliott sighs and smiles, and Lucas is intoxicated by the way he feels when he says it.

So he keeps saying it.

“Hi sunshine,” he laughs at Eliott next week at school, when Eliott comes jogging over to him in the hallway, sweeping Lucas up into his arms and carrying him away from where he was talking to Emma.

Eliott tries to cook Lucas dinner one night and fails miserably, and he looks so sad as Lucas is ordering them Chinese food, so disappointed that Lucas has to kiss him on the cheek. “You tried, sunshine, and that’s what matters.”

He and Eliott are in the park, on a blanket and Eliott leans over him, balanced on one arm, and he asks Lucas, “Why do you call me that?” 

He’s been pestering Lucas with questions all afternoon, giddy and attention-hungry, poking at Lucas whenever he isn’t paying attention.

Lucas squints up at him, pretends he doesn’t know. “Call you what?”

“Sunshine.” The sun is behind Eliott as he says it, the late-afternoon light that’s yellow-golden, lazy and decadent. It turns the tips of Eliott’s hair golden, eyes that strange and beautiful green-grey-blue. 

Lucas turns his gaze away from Eliott. “It’s just something to call you. I mean, you call me baby.”

“I do.” Eliott drops down to the blanket, plants his elbows on either side of Lucas’s face. It makes him impossible to look away from, but Lucas still tries. “Because you’re my baby.”

“Well,” Lucas sighs, “then yeah, it’s the same.”

“Because I’m your sunshine?” Eliott is grinning, eyes crinkling. His voice is excited, teasing. “Go on, say it. Say it.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because you’re my sunshine. It’s whatever, you don’t have to make it it weird.”

“Does that mean you can be the moon?” Eliott’s asking the question like he’s serious, face eager as he stares down at Lucas. 

Yes, that is what it means. Eliott, a boy of the sun, bright and warm and alive, and Lucas, a boy of the moon, quiet and somber and bathed in shadow.

But Lucas shrugs his shoulders up, shirt catching on the soft material of the blanket. “Yeah, I guess.”

Eliott kisses him then, moves his hands to the sides of Lucas’s face, pressing him down into the earth. 

“Do you know what that means?” Eliott asks when they both come up for air. “We can be immortalized in the sky. We’ll be there together, forever.” Lucas is quiet, and Eliott continues. “Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to be together forever?”

Lucas nods. “Yeah.”

“Well,” Eliott’s face falls, and he leans back up on his elbows. “That’s the only way we can do it.” He reaches a hand up and brushes Lucas’s hair back from his face. “Nothing on earth lasts, you know. Everything breaks before it dies and dies before it decomposes.”

Lucas stares at him, frowning. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” Eliott is back to smiling, runs another hand through Lucas’s hair. “We don’t have to worry about that, anyway. We’re going to live in the sky.”

Lucas doesn’t hear from Eliott that weekend.

At first he tries not to think of it, figures that Eliott must have gotten busy with something, maybe family, and is away from his phone.

That’s on Friday.

On Saturday Lucas gets pissed, because he and Eliott had plans that day. They were going to go to a new museum exhibition that opened up that week, and for burgers afterwards. Nothing fancy, but Lucas had been looking forward to it all week. 

He goes to sleep that night angry and alone.

On Sunday Lucas gets worried, texting Alex to ask if he’s seen Eliott anywhere, asking Yann or Imane if they’re heard anything, but no one has.

He’s pacing around his apartment, tapping his phone against his lips and he’s scared, he’s so scared that something has happened to Eliott, something horrible, and Lucas has no way of knowing, or, a voice in the back of Lucas’s head says, maybe he’s done with you and doesn’t want to—

Lucas’s phone buzzes with a call from an unsaved number. France area code.

It’s Eliott’s mother.

Lucas has only met her once, in passing, at Eliott’s place. She’d been kind to Lucas, asking him if he wanted to stay for dinner, gently teasing Eliott when he asked her not to embarrass him. She sounds different now than she did that day. Where her voice had been honey-warm kindness before, was now blue-black with stress.

Lucas tries to make sense of it, when she says, hypomania, and, depressive episode, tries to calmly understand when she says, he’s only spoken once today, and it was to ask to see you.

He can’t fully grasp what’s happening, but he knows if Eliott’s asking for him, he’s going to go to him.

Eliott’s father answers the door when Lucas arrives, smiling sadly at Lucas and telling him to come inside.

“We assumed he’d told you by now,” Eliott’s father says. “I’m sorry if this is shocking for you.”

“Well, I mean…” Lucas pauses. “I don’t really know what’s…”

Eliott’s mom sighs. “It’s best to hear it from him, when he wants to tell you. But what I can tell you is he’s been sleeping for the last two days. He hasn’t been eating much and he might not talk to you, but he asked for you. He wanted to see you. And in a depressive episode, that’s…” She trails off and glances at her husband, and he nods. “Well, we think it might be good for him to see you.”

Lucas is nodding, but he feels numb. He’s getting it, a little bit. 

Eliott isn’t well like Lucas’s maman isn’t well. There’s something in his brain that doesn’t function quite right, something that doesn’t always make itself known, but sometimes does.

But Lucas loves his maman. And he loves Eliott. That’s all he needs to know.

He goes into Eliott’s bedroom, and its dark inside, despite being early in the evening, the curtains drawn tightly against the setting sun. 

Eliott is a shapeless mound on the bed, only the top of his head sticking out from the cocoon of thick duvet.

Lucas hesitates, not sure what he’s supposed to do in this moment, what Eliott would want. Lucas doesn’t want to make anything worse, he really doesn’t.

But Eliott’s mom said, just be there for him, so that’s what Lucas does.

He unlaces his sneakers and leaves them on the floor, dropping his hoodie onto the chair at Eliott’s desk. He approaches the bed slowly, starting with one knee, then the other, sliding onto the mattress at Eliott’s back, inching forward bit by bit until he’s close enough to touch.

He reaches one hand out, lays it against the duvet, tightly wrapped around Eliott’s body.

“Eliott,” he whispers, and there’s no response except for Eliott shifting backwards slightly, towards Lucas.

Lucas presses his whole body up against Eliott’s back, smoothing his hand down Eliott’s shoulder, across his body until it rests somewhere near his chest, Lucas’s arm crooked around him.

He feels more than hears the deep inhale and exhale Eliott takes, his body shuddering once with the motion.

“Eliott,” Lucas says again, helplessly, his soft heart curling in on itself with the sight of his sun so dim. So lightless. I love you, he wants to say, but it’s not right. It’s not right to say that when Eliott may not be able to understand it, or respond. Those words aren’t for Lucas to steal. They’re for him to give away.

So Lucas does the only other thing he can think of. He nuzzles his face into Eliott’s hair and starts to sing, quietly, humming where he can’t remember the words.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. 

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Eliott wakes him in the middle of the night, his hand smoothing down the side of Lucas’s face, resting on the side of his neck.

“Lucas?” He whispers, so quietly, but Lucas hears it, open his eyes to see Eliott staring at him warily, as though Lucas is about to disappear into smoke.

“Hi,” Lucas murmurs, voice hoarse from sleep. “You okay?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh.” Lucas blinks and rubs a hand down his face, grasping onto Eliott’s hand when he reaches it, kissing Eliott’s knuckles. “Your mom called me. She said you weren’t feeling well, but that you were asking for me.”

“I thought…” Eliott shivers when Lucas presses another kiss to his hand. “I thought you came in last night, but I wasn’t sure if it was you.”

“It’s me.” Lucas says simply, lowering their joined hands to the pillow, resting in the space between their faces. “I’m here.”

Eliott’s mouth moves to form the words you’re here but no sound comes out.

“I mean it, Eliott.” Lucas says, and he’s still waking up, still getting his bearings, but he wants to say this. He wants Eliott to know. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need, okay? I’m here because I…care about you.”

Eliott licks his lips. Swallows. 

“There’s…there’s something I need to tell you.” He says at length. “Something about me.”

“Whatever it is, you don’t have to tell me now. You can tell me whenever it feels right for you.”

“No, no, I’ve wanted to tell you for a while but I was…” Eliott’s voice trails off. Lucas squeezes his hand once and Eliott squeezes back. “I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t. I don’t want to lose you. Lucas, I—I’ve never felt like this before. I feel so good with you. So good it’s unbelievable.”

“Hey.” Lucas’s free hand comes up to the side of Eliott’s face, gently strokes his cheek. “I feel good with you too.”

“Yeah, but it’s just…” Eliott takes another breath. Lucas can feel his exhale against his skin, feel his hand tremble against his own. “I’m bipolar.”

And it’s like, everything that had been running through Lucas’s head, all of his worries and guesses and speculations melt together, like paint splashes washing down the drain. He hears bipolar, and he gets it, he gets what Eliott’s parents were saying, he gets why Eliott disappeared for a few days, why he still feels distant even now, close under Lucas’s hands but so far away, floating in space while Lucas is on the ground.

“Okay.” Lucas says. “Thank you for telling me, Eliott.”

Eliott pauses for a second, then says, so softly, “It doesn’t bother you?”

“No.” Lucas runs his hand through Eliott’s hair. “It doesn’t bother me. I still feel the same way about you. I still want to be with you.”

Eliott is silent.

“And,” Lucas continues, hesitantly, not wanting to overwhelm him, “anyone that tells you it bothers them? They don’t deserve you. There is nothing wrong with you, okay? You’re…amazing. You’re perfect.”

Eliott breaks at that, a choked sob coming out of his mouth.

“Lucas.” He says, and that’s all he says, his shoulders starting to shake with hitched breaths, his eyes pooling, salt water spilling over his cheeks. “Lucas.”

“Oh.” Lucas whispers, blinking back his own tears. “Sunshine, come here.” He opens his arm out and Eliott shuffles right up to him, planting his face into Lucas’s chest and sobbing, his whole body trembling when Lucas wraps himself around him.

“I’m sorry,” Eliott says, nonsensically, and Lucas shushes him, smoothing his hands down Eliott’s back.

“It’s okay, Eliott. It’s okay.”

Eliott falls back asleep like that, held tightly in Lucas’s arms, Lucas’s mouth pressed to the top of his head.

The next time Lucas wakes up, it’s before Eliott does, and he slips out of his bed quietly, pads out to the empty apartment. 

There’s a fresh pot of coffee on the kitchen counter, and a note from Eliott’s father giving Lucas his mobile number and telling him to call if he needs anything.

It’s brief, the note, but so full of caring, of gentle concern, that Lucas stares at it for a long time, thinking about families and love and affection, and how those things can look different to what you’d expect. He thinks about his maman, about the last time he saw her, which was weeks ago. He thinks about spending an entire day with her next weekend, thinks about asking Eliott if he wants to come, if he’s up for it.

He thinks his maman would like Eliott. He thinks she would like Eliott’s parents, these people so full of light and warmth that they were able to create Eliott—an entire galaxy of sunshine and stardust. 

Lucas fills two mugs with coffee and carries them back into Eliott’s room, where Eliott is sitting up in bed, the covers pooled at his waist.

He blinks when he sees Lucas, whispers, “Oh,” says, “I thought I dreamt you.”

And Lucas says the same thing he said last night, setting the mugs down on Eliott’s desk. “No.” He says, “I’m real. I’m here.”

He pauses at Eliott’s window and asks, “Can I open the curtains?”

Eliott nods, and Lucas pulls them back, thick sheets of dark blue parting for bright yellow and pale peach, light filling Eliott’s room so quickly it makes Lucas blink, eyes adjusting.

He turns and there’s Eliott, propped against the headboard, covered in sunlight from his hair down to his fingertips, and he’s looking at Lucas and he’s smiling, a smile so tentative and unassuming, but brighter, more radiant than anything a celestial giant could dream of, and Lucas thinks, yes, there you are.

Later, days later, they talk about it.

Eliott talks and Lucas listens, and then Eliott listens and Lucas talks, wanting nothing more than to understand, to see the deepest parts of Eliott and share his deepest parts in turn, an exchange that happens on Eliott’s balcony, their eyes drifting towards and away from one another, their feet tangled together.

Eliott says, I have to take medication for it, but sometimes I won’t want to. 

Lucas says, I used to blame her for everything that happened, but now I know it was all his fault.

Eliott says, Sometimes I feel like it controls me, and I hate that.

Lucas says, I never want to become him. Ever.

Eliott says, I’m always so nervous to tell people, like they’ll think I’m broken somehow.

Lucas says, I tried to make myself cold, make myself impenetrable, but I think that’s how I would become him, actually. Loveless.

Eliott says, I was so scared to tell you, especially, because I love you.

Lucas says, I was so scared to fall in love with you, but I did. 

Here’s how it works.

Eliott Demaury is the sun and Lucas Lallemant is the moon.

That’s what Lucas thinks—Eliott the sunshine boy and himself, Lucas, the pale moon.

That’s what Eliott thinks—himself, burning too hard and too bright, too blinding and hot, quick to love quick to leave, all too much at once. And Lucas, the ethereal beauty of moonstone, elusive, magical, pulling Eliott towards him like the tides, the one thing Eliott can find in the dark night that lurks at the deep recesses of his mind, the one point of light that can say, here, I’m here, you’re not alone.

He tells Lucas this one day, when they’re not doing anything particularly special, just walking along the sidewalk on a humid summer evening, dusk heavy on their shoulders, bodies coloured in pink and orange and purple. 

He tells Lucas this, and Lucas cries, folded into Eliott’s arms, hiding his face away, murmuring into Eliott’s shoulder that he never thought he could be loved like this. He never thought it would be possible.

They’re still standing there, in the middle of the sidewalk at twilight, the moon rising and the sun setting and the entire world caught between them like two palms coming together, and Lucas tells Eliott about something he asked his maman years ago, something about the moon and the sun and when they might meet.

Eliott smiles and points up, up, and they both look skywards, and there’s the moon and there’s the sun, and wait, there’s the moon and there’s the sun looking back at them.

And while yes, it might be nice to be a creature of the sky, to rule in a world of stars and meteors and impossible colour and light, to be a moon and a sun and to be adored by so many, to live within song and story and painting, there’s also something to be said for being a creature of the earth, the sort of creature that can reach out for another, and have fingers reaching back, entwined, clasped, together, together.

Eliott and Lucas walk under the twilight sky hand in hand, laughing together and in love, so in love, and isn’t that the best part of being human?

Lucas rises on his toes and kisses Eliott on the cheek, his mouth lingering there to giggle into Eliott’s ear, to whisper, hi sunshine, but he’s not done, and the moon and sun themselves strain to listen, lingering far too long on their horizons, to hear Lucas whisper, I love you.

Eliott whispers it back, I love you, and kisses Lucas’s forehead.

The moon, light as a feather, rises.

The sun sighs, blushes, and sets.

#elu fic #fic tag #love you love you love you j #this turned into an odd little fic #but idk the sun and moon make me think of you so