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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Bring Him Light - vii (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The reader’s allies provide her with a way out.

Warnings: the reader gets hurt in this (slap), sketchiness, patriarchy, Strucker is an asshole, Steve is an asshole, Steve’s mood swings are in full force here LMAO, mentions of sex, overuse of the word “whore”, oh there’s a reveal in this (but it’s probably not what y’all are expecting), probably really bad writing if i’m honest... this was kinda rushed

Word Count: 2.9k

I hope you guys enjoy!

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After the execution of Sister Mary, the kingdom seemed to be at a standstill. Weeks later, the woman’s last words – “And you will be put to rest in an early grave and may you rot in hell along with (Y/N) Stark, your future widow.” – still hung in the air. Her headless body had been removed from the platform, but the blood still stained the wood and the ground underneath. When you stared at the dried crimson that later turned into an awful brown shade, you could still hear her strong words and feel her stare.

But the woman’s words didn’t seem to phase Steven. It was as if he expected her outburst. He slept soundly next to you the night he beheaded her and every night after. His snores filled the room and you watched his chest rise and fall. You imagined what he dreamt about. You wondered if he had any remorse.

You wouldn’t know. He’s barely spoken to you in the weeks that followed except for the greetings in the mornings and when he bedded you at night. It felt as if he were apologizing for scaring you through his movements. Gentle, kind, loving. Everything that the man with the cold, murderous glare that took Sister Mary’s life couldn’t possibly possess.

You’d like to think that he was two different people. One was a heartless king that murdered his past two wives. The other was the loving husband who kissed every inch of your body and whispered sweet nothings as he made love to you.

But you’d be wrong, for they were two sides of the same coin that you were too afraid to toss.

Steven watched with a curious stare as his cousin walked up to you in the halls of the castle. Samuel’s words were ignored by the king as his eyes narrowed from seeing you two interact. Your ladies greeting Brock with small curtseys before being dismissed by you.

“Lord Pierce and I would like a private meeting,” Brock whispered in your ear.

“Where?” You asked.

“In the center of the garden – the one with the fountain – “

“I know which one.” You glanced over as your husband approached you both. “Thank you, Lord Rumlow.” He nodded before walking away. You made the motion to walk in the direction your ladies wandered off to, but Steven seized your forearm. His grip alone let you know which side of the coin he had landed on today. “My love, I trust that your matters with the state are going well?”

Steven pulled you close to him, so close you could feel his breath on your neck. “What did Rumlow want?”

He never took you for a liar. You weren’t good at it. You were an outspoken young woman who had a knack for articulating what was exactly on your mind, but you smiled at him – a forced one, he knew the difference by now.

“He was informing me about the change in the orphanage. The children are being housed elsewhere.” Steven saw the glint of fear in your eyes. He relinquished his grip before pulling his hands to his sides.

“That’s wonderful news.” Lord Wilson nodded when his king didn’t respond. He turned to Steven. “Your grace, shall we – “

“I would like to talk to my wife… Alone.” Samuel glanced at you then at his king before bowing his head and walking off. “Everyone, leave us!”

“The people are busy tidying and cleaning. Surely, they don’t need to leave.” You reasoned. You had no intentions of being alone with this side of the king.

“LEAVE. US.” He repeated the order louder and everyone scurried out of the room. With the last slam of the door, Steven glanced at you again. He reached out and caressed your cheek gently. You held your breath. “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I didn’t lie.” He watched the muscles of your neck tense.

“What did Brock tell you?” You repeated your story about the children in the orphanage without hesitation. Steven let out a frustrated sigh. “You know as well as I do what rumors are capable of.”

“Of course.”

“I wonder what the servants are gossiping about when they see my wife – their queen – whispering with my cousin. He was awfully close to you. In a way only I should be. In broad daylight, too. They must think you’re both bold.”

“He was only just informing – “

“When you have my child, there must be no doubt about who the father is. You get close to a man who is not your husband, the rumors will damage us. It will weaken my child’s claim to the throne. Do you understand?”

“This is about your petty jealousy?” You snapped. “Damn the rumors, right? They’re just rumors, right, Steven? You shouldn’t listen to them as much as I shouldn’t.”

“Rumors about a cruel king and whore queen are two very different things.” Steven spat. You frowned at his words. How dare he… “A cruel king is feared, respected. A whore is not. Do you understand?”

You thought about Sharon and the men who favored her. You remembered how Steven had no hesitation in beheading Mary – how he probably had no hesitation in beheading Sharon, too. As much as he showed you affection, you realized he would show no hesitation in taking your life as well.

You bit back your response and nodded. “I’ve only been with you. I can assure you that.” You muttered, adverting your eyes and shifting underneath his hard stare.

You winced when your husband leaned in and pecked your lips. He stared at you though you didn’t meet his eyes. “The Duke will be arriving soon. I trust that you’ll be there when he arrives?” You nodded. And without another word, the king walked off leaving you alone in the empty hallway.

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“What is this about?” You asked as you walked towards the fountain. The two men were awaiting your arrival. Alexander sitting on the edge of the basin while Brock stood with his arms crossed.

“Can we trust you?” Pierce was straightforward in his question.

“I don’t understand?” You glanced over at Brock who studied you. “Shouldn’t that be my question? I still don’t know why you told me about Margaret and Sharon.”

“Because you deserved to know the truth.” Brock answered.

“What did the king tell you?” Pierce prompted.

You debated whether or not to tell them the truth. You didn’t know if you could trust these men. But then again, you didn’t know if you could trust anyone in this court. You need allies. Powerful ones that could protect you. Could Lord Rumlow and Lord Pierce be those friends?

You gulped and hoped that they would. “He told me that my friendship with Brock could inspire rumors and if I were to fall pregnant with his child that those rumors could potentially endanger us.”

Pierce nodded. “An affair is treason, too. He’d have grounds for your execution. Even your king father won’t be able to protect you.”

“I know.” You nodded. Your hands nervously tugged at your dress. The fabric felt tight around your abdomen. “To be frank with you, my lords, I’m afraid for my life. I lie awake at night and wonder when will he grow tired of me – when will I meet the same fate as his past wives?”

“Say any word and I will arrange for you to be brought to your home in York.” Pierce offered.

“If I go to York, my father will just send me back. Steven can send armed men to seize me and I’ll be brought back like a prisoner.” You shook your head. “I’m essentially his property, just titled as a princess and a queen for decoration to make it sound luxurious.”

“I can bring you to Wakanda,” Pierce rebutted. “King T’Challa is a tolerable and honorable man. If he hears that you are endangered by your father and your husband, he will shelter you in his kingdom and keep you safe.”

“We’ll smuggle you and your ladies out of Brooken on a boat. We’ll see you are protected in this voyage.” Brock added.

“In exchange for what?” You asked. “You’re risking your lives to protect me. Why?”

“We’ve seen far too many women die at his hands.” Pierce answered. “No more bloodshed.”

You weren’t sure if you should believe him. When you first acquainted yourself with the lords of the court, you quickly noticed how Steven’s moods fouled when Pierce and Rumlow were present. There had to be reason for that… But why were these two men so eager to keep you safe?

Then, your mind wandered to the other people who depended on you. Natasha had grown close to Lord Barnes, who was now openly courting her. You wouldn’t ask your friends to uproot their lives. You thought about your well-kept secret and how you needed Steven, your husband, who appeared to be slowly shedding his kind façade.

This was your way out… But should you take it?

“Thank you, my lords. I will keep this in mind.”

“Please do, your grace. We only want you to live.”

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Your fatigue was evident on your face as the night wore on. Your husband was hosting another party to welcome a visitor, Duke Baron Strucker. You were briefly introduced to the man when he arrived. From what Lord Rumlow has told you, he had vast holdings of grain and it was his grain that fed majority of the people – and that the extravagant party was to stroke the man’s ego, so that he may continue to provide food.

Wanda was glued to your side the entire evening. The two of you watched as Natasha danced the night away with Lord Barnes. When the three of you were alone, you’d all gush about how the pair made a lovely couple.

“We should excuse you for the night.” Wanda whispered to you. A servant offered you a glass of wine and you smiled and shook your head. “You look tired, and in your condition – “

“I’m fine.” You told her. You squeezed her arm to assure her.

“Have you told him?” Wanda asked, her voice so low you almost didn’t hear her over the music.

Before you could answer, the guest of honor walked up to the both of you with your husband at his side. “The lovely Queen (Y/N)!” The Duke sloppily bowed. He was drunk from the many cups of ale he consumed throughout the night. “You did know how to pick ‘em, eh, Stevie?”

Your jaw clenched as you forced a smile. Your husband was just as uncomfortable as you but he was better at acting. “My love, are you tired?” He asked you. You faked another smile and shook your head. He didn’t believe you. “Lady Wanda, will you escort the queen – “

“Lady Wanda!” Strucker smiled, seizing Wanda’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips. She visibly cringed. In the corner of your eye, you saw her brother, Ser Pietro, tense up as if he felt her discomfort. “Ah, don’t be a tease, milady! You are a sight.”

“Thank you,” Wanda gulped. She tried to pull her hand away, but the man refused to let her go. During the awkward exchange, Natasha and James stopped dancing and hastily walked over to your group. Natasha’s eyes narrowed at the man’s grip on her friend’s hand as did Lord Barnes’s.

“Accompany me with a dance.”

“My king asked me to escort my queen to her chambers. I should heed – “

“Oh, just one dance!” The man argued. He pulled her but she refused to move. “C’mere, you little – “

“Unhand my lady.” You defended.

“(Y/N) – “Steve muttered, grabbing your arm.

You shrugged him off as you snatched Wanda’s hand away from the Duke. You gestured for Pietro to come forward and the knight did so with no hesitation. He took his sister and walked her out of the hall. You intended to walk after them, but the Duke wouldn’t stop talking.

“Oh, ‘em York girls really are a different breed, eh?” Strucker told your husband. He looked over Natasha, but when he saw how close she stood next to James, he adverted his eyes. He looked you up and down. He was shameless. With a smirk, he nudged your husband. “How’s the wife in bed?”

You whirled around and took a step towards the two men. You cocked up an eyebrow at Steven. The king coughed and shook his head. “Those are private matters, I’m afraid, Baron.” He chuckled, awkwardly.

“That Lady Wanda have any suitors? I’d love to – “

“The answer is no.” You said. “You may not court Lady Wanda.”

The man rolled his eyes, bringing his chalice to his lips. “Dresses like that, she looks like she belongs in a whorehouse rather than prancing ‘round court as a lady.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped and before she could defend her friend, you frowned and retaliated. “You are in my court and you will respect my ladies. Is that understood?” The man held his hands up in defense and nodded.

“(Y/N) – “Steven muttered, but you only glared up at him.

“How dare you allow your guests talk like that about my ladies.” You snapped.

The Duke gave the king a shocked look. He was surprised at how outspoken the new queen was. You didn’t hesitate to talk back or defend your friends. From what he understood, you were a princess – King Anthony Stark’s eldest daughter. Weren’t princesses groomed to be seen and not heard? How does the king deal with such fiery defiance? He wondered.

Steven clasped a hand on the Duke’s shoulder and bellowed a laugh. You frowned at your husband. Even Lord Barnes seemed to be taken back from the reaction. “I think you’ve had one too many to drink, my love. You best retire to your chambers. Lady Natasha, if you will.”

“Are you sending me to my room like a child?” You questioned, raising your eyebrows up in annoyance.

Steven only meant to exclude you from the narrative. You were disrespecting and challenging a noble who had control over much needed grain. But you didn’t know that. All you knew was that the man was disrespectful and rude and needed to be reminded of his place.

“Perhaps you should break this one in more,” Strucker chided. “She seems rather mouthy.”

“I beg your pardon?” You snapped. The commotion seemed to drag more attention. Lord Rumlow was rushed to your side. Steven frowned upon seeing his cousin try to pull you away.

“Perhaps, I should.” Steven said dryly. He glared at Brock’s hand on your arm as you glared at him.

“Steve – “Bucky whispered, pulling at the king’s arm.

“Perhaps, should I also sell Lady Wanda to a whorehouse? Since she dresses the part already.”

“Steve!” Bucky gasped. “The king’s drunk, your grace,” he said, turning to you. “He doesn’t mean it.”

Your eyes were nearly bulging out of your head. You pulled you arm away from Brock’s hand as you rushed towards your husband, pointing a finger into his broad chest. “Don’t you dare talk about my lady, my friend, in that manner, you vile monster!”

Steven’s face fell as the words escaped your lips. The whole court seemed to freeze. The music had stopped abruptly as the whole party watched you undermine the king in his own castle, at his own party. He looked over at Brock, who steadily tried to call your attention, trying to take you away from him. He felt anger bubbling up in his chest. He couldn’t stop his hand from striking you across the face.

Your head snapped to the side. You heard someone gasp. And again, the whole court was at a standstill.

Your skin tingled with pain as tears pricked in your eyes. Your shaky hand reached towards your burning skin and winced. His wedding ring had cut your cheek. Blood collected at the slit.

“Your grace, come,” Lord Rumlow muttered, pulling you back. “(Y/N).” Natasha let go of James’s hand and rushed over to your side. You allowed Brock to pull you away and lead you out of the party, your friend beside you.

You couldn’t hold it together. As soon as the doors slammed shut, leaving you alone with the two, you let out a sob. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and ran her fingers through your hair, trying to calm you.

“We should go to your chambers.” Lord Rumlow muttered. “No one must see you cry.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I want to go back to my old rooms. I will not share a bed with him. Not tonight. Never again.” You looked over at Brock. He felt sorry for you. He truly did. “Tell Lord Pierce that I will take his offer.”

The promise of safety and sanctuary in Wakanda had interested you before. It was your very plan when you initially ran away from York. But you did have a reason to stay by your husband. A good reason. But now it was the very reason you needed to leave.

Your hand grazed over your stomach. There was no bump, not yet, but you knew – the midwife confirmed it. The life growing inside of you needed to be protected from all harm, but the greatest threat seemed to be the man you married. The monster truly bearing his fangs to you for the first time.

And if you or your baby had any chance at survival in this court, you needed to leave it.

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aureolusfirewrites · 3 years

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Here we go again

This one finally has some brooken fluff dont worry though because I'm to angst filled to have to much fluff for to long before absolutely ruining everything

Veined in Black

Chapter 3

/October 31/

Rook waited outside the door to Ben's room. After he knocked the first time and got no response his mind immediately flickered to the idea that Ben might be sick or hurt or worse but the second time he had heard some rustling and a voice call out "Just a second!"

When Ben finally stepped out he looked great. A lot better than he had yesterday which, to be fair, wouldn't take much. He was still pale and there were still bags under his eyes but he didn't seem like he was about to fall over sick any second. "Well you are looking much better" he commented.

"Hey Rook!" Ben said cheerfully. "You ready for the Halloween party tonight!" Rook chuckled at his partner's excitement. "Indeed I am though you have not told me what you will be going as" he didn't know why Ben refused to tell him unless it was for some sort of surprise. Ben had done that before, held off information to reveal it at the right time but Rook didn't understand the importance of hiding his costume.

"Are you coming?" Ben called running down the hallway. Rook chased after him and caught up easily. Ben never had very much luck outrunning him he was simply to short to have a lead for to long.

"Ben where are you going?" He asked quizzically. "Well I was thinking what if instead of Bellwood we patrol undertown today" Rook quirked his head, Ben liked undertown Rook understood that but he also remembered quite clearly that Ben had been avoiding it during halloween. There were so many criminals down in undertown and when undertown did halloween they did halloween hard.

"Why may I asked would you want to tour undertown?" Ben smiled and shook his head. "Oh c'mon Rook it's halloween think of all the cool stuff that's gonna be down there! I bet the entire city is decked out!"

He ducked and backed up as the teenager frantically waved his arms around as he talked. Rook had noticed this pattern of body language very early on in their partnership and he knew that Ben didn't notice he did so, and didn't control it either. Most of the time this led to Ben accidentally smacking his hands into Rook but he had learned how to dodge.

"Are you sure you want to risk going to undertown today? I know you don't like to talk about it but are you not concerned about having a potential... breakdown?"

Ben stopped and put his hand up to his chin. Rook wasn't sure what he was looking at. Normally at the mention of Ben's occasional mental instability he would get a glare or snarky comment or on a rare occasion just a gentle 'its fine' but now Ben looked confused. As if he wasn't even sure what Rook had meant.

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It started happening a few months ago, well longer than that but Rook had started noticing a few months ago. The uneven breaths Ben sometimes had to take, the jumping and flinching at contact in certain areas. Rook had easily guessed what might be going on with his overly heroic self-sacrificing partner, but it had been confirmed in the worst way possible.

Zombozo had shown up again and Rook had noticed Ben was already panting at the sight of the clown. He couldn't imagine how bad it would get though.

After the fight Ben had fallen to his hands and knees staring at the ground panting gasping and shaking with his pupils no bigger than pinpricks. Rook bent over and put a hand on Ben's shoulder. Apprently that had been the wrong move. Ben whipped around faster than light and smacked Rook off of him. Then Ben was pushing himself backwards screaming at Rook saying "GET AWAY FROM ME" and "DON'T TOUCH ME!" One look into Ben's eyes and Rook could tell he wasn't really seeing him anymore. The thin pupils glancing around wildly as if there was a crowd surrounding him.

Rook knew what it was, just never expected to see the Ben 10 having a panic attack. Rook simply sat down on the ground and talked to Ben from a distance not making any move forward and just letting Ben hear his voice.

Rook had no idea how he hadn't noticed any sooner. With how early Ben was thrown into this lifestyle and the constant threats against him Rook was surprised he hadn't developed any form of PTSD earlier.

After a while Ben's breathing evened out and he was able to choke out Rook's name before he curled up and started bawling his eyes out. Rook had never seen his partner cry before but it seemed like this was long overdue as Ben buried his face into Rook's chest clinging to him like a lifeline. Ben had passed out after a while still hanging on to Rook who had taken him home and told Max about the incident.

Since then Rook had just tried to understand the condition better and help keep his partner grounded.

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Ben was mumbling and Rook could only hear half of it. "Breakdown- I didn't think he- that would explain-"

"Don't worry Rook it won't be a problem I'm feeling good about today!" Ben said finally getting back on task. "If you say so..."

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The trip in undertown went unsettlingly better than he would've thought. Ben never flinched when people bumped into him, never sent a nervous glance at anyone, not even a slight hitch in his breath. Which was quite a feat considering their surroundings.

Undertown had transformed for the holiday. The vendors had painted their carts and hung up orange lanterns pumpkins and other things had faces carved into them and were glowing casting haunting light over everything. And the entire city hummed with purple light where there wasn't orange. To summarize Undertown had turned into an earthen version of Anur Transyl.

Ben walked around looking at things and laughing with Rook. He was happy to see his partner so carefree the sky above knows he needed it but also unnerved him. Ben just seemed off to him.

"So about the plumber's party tonight, I was thinking maybe we could go... Together?" Rook quirked his head to the side in confusion. "Were we not already going to attend the party together?" Ben's face burned red. "I- I- mean maybe as like a kinda sorta... Date?"

Rook was pretty sure his brain did a... What would Ben call it? Short circuit?

"AUGH no" Ben buried his now entirely red face in his hands "stupid, I'm so stupid this is stupid, just forget I said anything-" "I'd love to" Ben froze and glanced at Rook. "Really?" "Would you like me to stop by your room at eight?" Ben smiled widely "y- yeah that'd be awesome."

They stayed like that for a while on the boardwalk not saying anything until the omnitrix beeped.

"Oh right I forgot I set that, Rook I gotta go back to my room and get ready... See you in a bit?"

Rook nodded with a smile and watched Ben walk a ways away before getting up and doing what Ben called a 'fist pump' and walking to his truck.

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Rook looked at the costume he had prepared. Ben said that a costume enough would've been not wearing his armor but plumber base had a tendency to take advantage of letting your guard down so he had this.

He had taken the main pieces of his armor and spray painted them changing it from a dark blue to a ghostly white. He put it on and looked in the mirror. It had turned out better than Rook could've expected he looked just like he was wearing a skeleton costume and he had found a special coating to it would glow in the dark to.

Rook was excited wondering what costume Ben had chosen. He really hadn't been expecting a date proposition while they were in undertown but he also couldn't say he hadn't wanted it. Truthfully he had been avoiding the idea of having feelings for his partner, but for Ben to return the feeling...

Rook stopped in front of Ben's room. A pit had suddenly formed in his stomach. He thought for a moment he might just be nervous but it was more like his 'danger radar' was going off. He opened to door and walked inside. The lights were all turned off odd...

"Ben? It is almost time for the party are you prepared?" The door behind him slammed shut suddenly. Rook jumped startled away from it the only light in the room was his armor until...

'czzrk crrk zrrkc' crackling noises came from above him and he looked up at something flashing. Suddenly humming split the terrifying atmosphere making the eerie feeling worse. It was a haunting melody that carried loudly and sounded like it came from a child. Rook looked up at the rafters.

There was crackling green electricity sparking with purple swinging back and forth. Illuminating a figure above him. "...Ben?"

A raspy chuckle came from the teenager.

"Sorry Blonko Ben isn't home right now."

#ben tennyson #rook blonko #ben 10 fanfiction #ben ten omniverse #ben 10 omniverse #brooken #benrook #rookben

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incorrectcartoonquotes · 3 years

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Why do you like bubbline now and not before? what made you change your mind?

It’s kind of how I felt for the Brooken/BenRook ship [how I initially just see them as friends and not lovers], but after seeing some clips from Obsidian I started to see that they’re kinda cute together.

#not a quote #nik nak answers

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wiltedthrone · 4 years

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i’m KiNdA LiKe a PeRfEcT pIcTurE WiTh a bROoKEN fRaME ):

i KnOw exACtLY WhO To BLaMe ):<

@hecrowned

#♡♛. 𝐰𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞. crack

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foxwolfen · 6 years

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Prompt: vilgax validating brooken

Okay so also had the fun of having Vilgax also kinda setting them up by sorta accident too… tell me if you like it. :-)

Out of everyone in the universe, Ben never thought hisrelationship with his partner Rook would be accepted the fastest by his mosthated and longest enemy, Vilgax. Theevil squid faced alien had been on a tangent lately and apparently had once moreset his sight on Earth and the omnitrix wearing hero. Nothing unusual there really. He started a near week long attack on theplanet and all Plumbers were on high alert or in the field. All except the main target of the Chimera SuiGeneris alien.

Ben nervously looked at his partner. Like himself, Rook was shackled to a wall inthe brig of Vilgax’s ship and the alien was trying to devise an escape plan forthe duo. After staring at the blue alienfor a moment, Ben noticed something strange. There were two matching restraint set ups. Looking around the prison setup there wereother holding cells but all missing the same containment means. Ben tried to shake off the thought. Maybe the holding cell was designed just forhim but then why were there two placements?

“Ben? It would bemost obliging if you could try and help me with a means of escape,” Rook calledout to his human partner. Hearing theexasperation in that tone, Ben looked back at his fellow captive and offered aslight sheepish smile. “Sorry,partner. Just something is a bit off.”

The blue alien looked at the human with a mix of worry andcuriosity. “What do you mean?”

Ben frowned and looked down, his feet shackled, and hewiggled his toe in his shoe. What was hethinking. There was something off about hiscapture this time. He knew it, but hecouldn’t put his finger on it. Heanswered back, the confusion sounding in his voice, “not really sure…. Just Iknow there is something different. Vilgax isn’t just focusing on me… “

Whatever Rook was about to say was cut off as the sound ofthe main door shifted open and in walked the giant tyrant. His green skin near glowing in the ominouslighting and his eyes focused sharply on the pair. A dark and menacing chuckle sounded as Vilgaxwalked towards their cell. He stopped justshort of the force field wall that would have kept the plumbers trapped if thearm and leg restraints hadn’t.

“Ben Tennyson. As always,the sight of you like this never ceases to amuse me. Your death will come swiftly. Of this I promise you.”

Ben glared, his teeth grinding as he listened to thecreature who haunted his nightmares since he was ten. He would get out of this. He knew he would. He just had to be patient. He couldn’t let anything happen to his partner. “You have me, Vilgax. Let Rook go!”

“Ben!” The revonnahgander turned his glare from their enemytowards him. He would not just up andleave Ben even if he was for some reason released. What stupid logic was the humanthinking. He was greatly annoyed when Vilgaxseemed to agree with him.

“Oh, I think not, Ben Tennyson,” the tyrant growled, “I willkeep him here to ensure that you cooperate. And then I will take great enjoyment in seeing the look on your face asyour life partner’s death is dealt before your very eyes.”

“If you think I’m gonna just…. wait,” Ben paused and lookedat the large alien, “life partner?”

Vilgax glared smugly at him, his voice amused as he taunted,“yes. I will enjoy seeing that light inyour miserable eye fade as I end his life.”

Ben blushed faintly and looked at Rook. The blue alien look both embarrassed andconfused too. With a moment of clarity,Ben suddenly realized why this time was different. Every taunt, every threat, even the ChimeraSui’s initial declaration of battle upon their planet this time, it all hadbeen directed to BOTH of them. Oh man,Vilgax thought they were dating.

Turning back to look at the tentacle faced alien, Ben gavehim a look of pure confusion. Uponseeing this, Vilgax just growled and said in an annoyed fashion, “You woulddeny it? You think my spies have nottold me of your intimate closeness and your gazes of devotion to each other. It is as revolting as it is obvious.”

Ben blushed brightly at that. Did he really look at Rook like that? Were they that close? Glancing back at Rook, his blush darkened ashe saw an answering awareness in those sunset gold eyes. Oh man. They had been dating, hadn’t they? Without either of them even being aware of it. Giving a quick, shy smile at Rook, Ben turnedback to their captor. He asked, genuinelycurious, “so other then me being your enemy and all… you’re okay with the ideaof Rook and I kinda having a thing.”

Putting a large hand to his hip, Vilgax glared at his enemyas if he truly was the most vile and dumbest creature in the universe. “What do I care who you have a life bondwith, Tennyson? It shall prove to beyour weakness and your downfall either way.”

It was the oddest thing, Ben thought later, as they by some oddmiracle and weird dumb luck with his omnitrix arm and a random floating space junkin zero gravity, managed to escape; if he ever had thought of ever telling the universehe had found love he was truly sure he would have been terrified at the reactionsof the populace. They wouldn’tunderstand or accept them. Two males oftwo different species. He felt in asense he should be a bit thankful to Vilgax. His relationship with Rook was just starting and it was just proven tohim that the universe would be okay with it.

“Ben?” He glanced overat Rook as the blue alien drove their getaway space ship from the explodingremains of Vilgax’s ship. A smile on hisface as he reached over and hit the auto-pilot button on the controlconsole. Moving over to sit in Rook’slap, legs straddling the alien’s, Ben let his arms drape over Rook’s shoulders.

“Come on, life-partner,” he joked shyly, “I think we havesome ‘Gazes of Devotion’ to make up for.”

With that Ben leaned in and pressed his lips against Rook’s. His eyes closed, and he let out a happy humas Rook’s arms wrapped around him and the alien kissed him back.

#omniboyfriends #brooken #benrook #freshcreationgarden

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mearosplace · 3 years

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So, me and my partner are SUPER high, and we are laying in bed being stupid high up people, and we she was finding a show for us to watch. I have no idea what was going through my head, but whole she was going through the shows to watch (actually searching for Brooklyn Nine-Nine) i was mentally commenting on them in what she was passing or holding onto one for a moment. My mind kinda skipped words that I was actually coming out were like "ah.....you....that....oh..-" and at that time, she had stopped on the show "Brooklyn Nine-Nine" to where I had only just caught up to what was happening, I saw the name, and stumbled out "ah...so.........Brooken?" In my failed attempt to say something proper.

Good job, you made yourself and your partner nearly laugh off of the bed with a small brain fog.

Being high is fun

#humor #funny #comedy #being high is fun #im so fukkin baked #why am i like dis

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emperorsfoot · 4 years

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I was thinking about omniverse with the whole time travel aspect, i would like to see a brooken fic take place at an established relationship ben meet young ben and maybe young ben makes a remark about having a future wife and older ben just kinda uncomfortably says "oh, right. Didnt know that yet". Kinda like the im you but gayer but taken to a more dramatic level.

I like it.

But I do have a little nit-pick about the semantics.

Instead of “didn't know that yet”, I think it would be more accurate to say “didn't realize yet”. People who are gay/bi/etc. (overall) always “knew” they were, they just might not always have known that the feelings they felt when they were children meant that they’re gay.

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Bring Him Light - i (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The betrothed meet.

Warnings: Blood, Steve’s kinda an ass but with reason, Steve’s at the end of the chapter. Mood swings.

Word Count: 3.8k

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Hope you enjoy!

<- Prologue -=+=- Next Part ->

You found comfort in the fact that the ride to Brooken was three days. If you needed to flee from your future husband’s nation, you would be a three-day carriage ride away from your father’s kingdom. You were already a skilled rider. If you stole a fast-enough horse, you might be able to cut that journey in half. The huntsman, Thor, lived on the outskirts of York. If you were to find him in your escape, you were sure he’d lead you the rest of the way back to safety.

Then, you began to feel guilty.

If you were to flee from your marriage, you’d have to leave behind your ladies – your friends. Natasha and Wanda were noblewomen of your father’s court. Their lives’ purpose is to serve you. Their skills consisted of sewing, clothing you, taking care of you. They wouldn’t know how to ride a horse the way you did. If you were to flee with them, you were sure to be caught and punished by your husband. But if you were to leave them at the mercy of the ruthless King Steven, then you were sure your friends would be at the other end of a sword.

You pictured a sharpened blade hanging over innocent Wanda’s head as tears fell from her eyes. Would King Steven prefer to be the one standing over her or would he order an executioner? She’d whisper a prayer and beg for mercy. You hoped that the blow would be swift. A fast death for your kind friend. You imagined that King Steven would live up to the rumors of his cruelty. He’d parade her headless body along the corpses of his enemies. He’d send a rider to bring her head back to York, knowing that you’ll receive it – knowing that you’d grieve over your friend and come back to him to ensure Natasha’s life would be spared.

You shook the scenario out of your head. It did you no good to imagine such things. It just brought you more dread than you needed now.

There was nothing you can do to change your situation. Nothing but survive.

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The driver informed you and the knights that rode at your carriage’s side that you were nearing Brooken. Ser Vision was instructed to ride ahead to inform the Brooken court that you would be arriving shortly.

You fumbled with the long-sleeved gown your mother asked you to wear. It was nearing spring and although the north was known for its long winters, the weather had become warmer than expected. You were flushed from the heat. Other ladies would be dawning on gowns for the spring while you had to cover the cuts the huntsman’s ropes left behind.

You peered outside the small window and winced when the daylight blinded you. You could see the castle. From your studies, you knew that Brooken’s castle – named Ameera, the ancestral home of House Rogers – was in the heart of its country.

You have never been outside of York, so you’ve never seen another king’s castle aside from your home – the Iron Tower. York was a relatively new kingdom. Whereas York had been established for almost 85 years, Brooken was the original jewel of the north – a kingdom that was centuries old and it was evident in the aging castle. But nevertheless, from what you see as you entered Brooken, it was breathtaking.

You quickly noticed how Brooken’s roads were smooth. Whether you were riding in the country lands where they grew their crops or into the villages where the townspeople met, the roads were perfectly even. They felt as if they were still new underneath the wheels of the carriage.

It wasn’t like how it was in York – the further you were from the main city and the closer you were to the rural lands, the roads became more broken and uneven. Your father would say it was the consequence of the wars with Brooken and that fixing the roads were one of his main priorities – he’d been saying that for the past three years.

As you rode through the villages, you saw the townspeople stop what they were doing to stare at you as the carriage drove by. They’d bow and call out to you as if they knew who you were – as if you were already their queen. You tried your best to smile and wave to the people, taking a mental note to come visit the villages with your ladies. Perhaps, you could read to the children in the library like how you read to Morgan and Harvey when he was younger.

You felt a pang of sorrow in your heart as you thought about your younger siblings. Harvey was nearing seventeen. He understood what was happening when you gave him one last hug. He didn’t cry though you could see that his eyes began to water. Morgan, being months old, just babbled. You held her close and kissed her forehead, fighting against your tears. You might never get to see your baby sister grow up.

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When you arrived at the castle, you were surprised to see that instead of dead bodies hanging along the wall, there were flowers. It looked as if the whole castle was surrounded by various flowers. It must’ve been truly spring, then. A morbid thought crept into your mind. The dead make good fertilizer.

There were noblemen and women standing outside the castle, awaiting your arrival. They chattered excitedly, ready to get the first glimpse of their new queen. However, some were there to get a look at the next victim of Steven Rogers’s curse – or better yet, the next victim of Steven Rogers.

The carriage had come to a stop and its doors were opened. Ser Pietro extended his hand to you, but you didn’t take it. You gave him a wide-eyed stare as your anxiety began to rise. “Your highness,” he muttered, glancing down at his hand, and giving you a nod of encouragement, “please.”

Your hands were shaking when they clutched his. He escorted you out the carriage, but you felt as if your legs were wobbly. You weren’t sure if it was from the journey or your nerves, but you felt as if you couldn’t stand. The chattering had stopped as the people bowed and curtseyed to you.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a shriek of excitement. You turned to see Wanda and Natasha, who had arrived moments before you did. Wanda ran to you and engulfed you into a hug.

She was glad that you were safe. Both ladies were unsure if you would be arriving. How embarrassing it would be if they arrived without the king’s bride. They had left before Thor had brought you back. She quickly curtseyed to you as Natasha waltzed over and did the same. Wanda bid her brother a quick hello.

“You gave me a heart attack,” the red-haired woman frowned with her voice low. She gave you a tight hug. “It’s alright, (Y/N). We will all survive this together,” she whispered in your ear. Natasha was older than you by years. You grew up together. You saw her like an older sister. She was right more times than she was wrong. And you hoped she was right.

The doors of the castle were pushed open as two men started to walk down the pavement towards your party. One had dark skin while the other had dark shoulder-length hair. You weren’t quite sure who these men were, but you’ve seen King Steven’s portraits. Neither men were him.

“Princess (Y/N) Stark of York,” the dark skinned one bowed, “we hope the journey was well.”

You gave him a small nod and a forced smile. “Brooken is lovely.”

“I am Lord Samuel Wilson,” he nodded. “This is Lord James Barnes.” You bowed your head to both men out of respect. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Likewise, Lord Wilson, Lord Barnes,” you tried to sound confident, but your nerves were wracked. You cursed your father for not sending you off himself, or at least he could’ve sent your mother with you. The introductions would go by much smoother. “I must ask where is the king? Will he not greet me himself?”

Lord Barnes chuckled. “Eager, are we?” He teased. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. I’m much more eager to stab myself fifty times, you wanted to remark but bit it back. It was not the time, nor the place. “It’s a Brooken tradition that the betrothed couple meet privately for the first time, your highness.”

“Wonderful,” you smiled. “Perhaps my ladies can attend to me beforehand? I’m afraid the traveled look is no way to make a first impression.”

“Of course,” Lord Barnes smiled. “Right this way.”

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“Red or white? Decisions, decisions,” Wanda asked as she held up each dress.

“What the hell happened to your wrists!” Natasha gasped after stripping you. She grabbed your arms to examine the cuts. They were still fresh. One wrong move and the skin would tear again.

“It involved a rope and the huntsman,” you flinched when her thumb lightly grazed over it. “It’s a long story that ended with me being dragged back to my father and my bow being snapped.”

“Your father really did send Thor?” Natasha rolled her eyes. “What was your plan?”

“I was trying to make it to the ports. I was almost there – so close I could smell the sea. I meant to bribe a sailor on his way to Wakanda and seek refuge with King T’Challa.” You sighed in defeat. “From his part in the war between Brooken and York, I’m sure he wouldn’t agree with the union. Perhaps he can conceal me in one of his villages.” You were so sure your plan would’ve worked. You hadn’t expected your father to send one of the best huntsmen in history to find you.

“Well,” Wanda shrugged as she gave you a smile, “you’re here and you’re safe. Which is all that matters.”

You pulled your arms from Natasha’s hands and groaned. You sat on the bed of your new bedchamber – it was your temporary room until you were married. “Am I safe? I know you’ve both heard the rumors.”

“The man is not cursed,” Wanda dismissed, waving her hand.

“You should give it a try,” Natasha encouraged. She sat beside you, a deep blue dress in her hands. It was a sleeved one to cover the cuts. She wrapped her arm around your shoulder and hugged your side tightly. “Make the most of this union.”

“He’s handsome,” Wanda giggled. You gave her an unamused look. “What? You’ve seen the portraits. He’s gorgeous.”

“I’ve heard the rumors, too,” you said. “He got so tired of Queen Sharon’s constant defiance, so he killed her in her sleep. Suffocated her with her own pillow.”

“A rumor,” Natasha reminded. “You haven’t even met the man. How can you be so certain that he’s the devil?” You let out a long exhale. “And besides, if your father thought you were in any real danger, he wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage. Your father and King Steven were friends before the war after all.”

“You weren’t in the throne room when I spoke to him,” you shook your head and frowned. “He told me if I were to die at the king’s hands, then he’d just simply start another war.”

“Your father is snarky,” Wanda tried to comfort you.

“I think we better hurry up and not leave the king waiting,” you sighed. “I don’t want to test his patience already.”

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Lord Barnes had been the one to escort you. “He’s in the gardens in the back of the castle,” he explained to you as you walked with your arms linked throughout the castle. “He’s eager to meet you.”

“So, I’ve been told.”

“I must warn you,” you felt your heart drop at those words. “He’s… he’s not himself.”

“What do you mean, my lord?” You frowned. Was one of the king’s closest friends about to confirm the rumors before you could even meet the man?

Lord Barnes looked to the ceiling, contemplating his words. He clicked his tongue. “Steve’s a bit… on edge. He’s overworked. The council puts a lot of pressure on the king. They want him to do their bidding as if he’s just their puppet.”

You nodded, not quite understanding. Your father’s councilmen worshipped the very ground he walked on. No one would ever dare slip out of place – well, except for that lord whose penis you insulted. How could a council pressure a king?

“He’s also quite angry. He received bad news this morning.”

“My lord,” you said, your voice dropping to a whisper. “There’s rumors in York, and I’m sure there are some in this very castle, that the king is cruel. So, forgive me for my question, but I must ask… will he be violent… towards me?”

Lord Barnes pursed his lips as he frowned. He knew the truth – you knew he knew the truth. You were hoping that if there were any sense of decency in this man that he would tell you. But, from what you’ve gathered, he was also the king’s oldest friend. So, it didn’t shock you when he vaguely replied, “don’t give him a reason to be.”

Your stopped in your tracks and tried to pry your arm away from his. But the man’s grip tightened. “Your highness, Steve’s overworked. He can get angry. Don’t push when he won’t budge and don’t enrage him further.” He pulled you along and you bit back the yelp when his grip on your arm made the sleeves of your dress press onto your wounds. “For your sake, I will keep this conversation to myself.”

Lord Barnes led you to an enclosed area outside the castle. No guards. No nobles. He let go of your arm before instructing you to walk towards the center of the garden. He bowed before he left.

It was the perfect opportunity to run. No one to stop you. No one to catch you. You would’ve, but the image of Wanda’s head being sent to you in a basket displayed in your mind. Your friends would be in danger if you fled.

So, you took a deep breath and with one foot in front of the other, you walked towards the center of the garden.

There was a fountain. There was a small statue of a little girl holding what appeared to be a flower over her head. The water came from the flower and emptied into a small stone bowl underneath the girl. The water from there emptied into another larger basin.

You smiled. It was beautiful. The sprinkling sounds it created were just as lovely, reminding you of the ocean. A man stood next to it, his back towards you. His hands were behind his back as he stared at the fountain, undoubtedly admiring it.

“Your grace,” you called out.

Startled, the man turned. The portraits did not do him justice. He was just as breathtaking as the garden and the fountain. His blonde hair had been grown out though not as long as Lord Barnes’s. He also had a full beard that embellished the strong jaw you knew he had underneath. And his eyes… They weren’t as cold as the paintings made them out to be, but they were just as dark, tired even.

“Your highness,” he responded. His voice was rough and deep. But in a way, it was melodic. A hypnotizing sound. You curtseyed to him but still kept your distance. You were wary of getting too close to the man. You were isolated with this stranger – with your future husband. He could get away with anything. And who would believe you if he did hurt you? Your ladies. Your parents, perhaps. But no one else in Brooken would believe you over their own king. “You are a sight.”

“Likewise,” you said truthfully. He was. Despite what you’ve heard, you could still admire art.

Steven studied you. Your body language revealed your unease. It was in the way your shoulders were tight and how your fingers picked at the fabric of your gown. He found your outfit particularly strange. Underneath the blazing hot spring sun, you were wearing a sleeved gown.

“A little hot to be wearing a winter dress,” he chided. His face didn’t move. It was still stony and expressionless.

“Modesty,” you snarked. He furrowed his brows and titled his head to the side in confusion. You coughed. “That’s a lovely fountain.”

“Indeed.”

“Where did you get it from?” You asked, unsure of what else to talk about. Perhaps if you got him talking about himself, you could make this bearable.

He offered you his hand and you stared at it for a beat before cautiously taking it. He brought you towards the fountain and your immediate thought was that he was going to drown you for taking so long to get ready.

“I made it,” he said and pointed to a carved initial – S. G. R. It was engraved at the bottom of the fountain, barely visible due to the moving water.

“You have a true talent, your grace.”

“Thank you.”

You cringed at the awkward exchanges. He seemed to be a man of few words, so you decided to lead the conversation. “My mother encourages my siblings and I to take on skills. She said in the unfortunate event that we are no longer royal; we’d still have a way to make income. My brother, Harvey, has taken an interest in wielding. He’s quite good at it.”

He nodded. “It’s good advice. Your mother’s always been good at advising.” You agreed with a nod. “What skill did you take on?”

“I’m quite the shot in archery, actually. It’s taken years of practice, but I like to think I’m skilled. My mother was very furious when she caught Ser Pietro teaching me. I was ten. I told her that I was learning – for my special skill. And she scolded me telling me, ‘I meant to sew not bow!’. She asked me what career I could get from being an archer and I told her I wanted be a hunter.” You laughed at the memory. However, the king didn’t. His brows were still knitted together as if he were deep in thought.

“You miss your family?” He asked.

“Of course. My mother just gave birth a few months ago to my little sister, Morgan. I can’t help but dread that she has the same fate as me.”

“Same fate?” His tone shifted. He was offended.

You paled when you realized what you had said. “I only mean – “

“It’s a privilege to be married to a king.”

“Not when it’s against your will,” you scoffed. You tried to pull your hand back, but his grip tightened.

“Any other girl would kill to be in your position,” he snapped.

“In that case, they can have it!” You frowned.

“You don’t want to be married to me, do you?”

“Is it obvious, your grace?” You retorted with an eye roll.

He narrowed his eyes at you. You were just like your father – snarky and headstrong. You tried to pry your hand from his grip, but he opted to grab your wrist instead. His grip was so tight, your fingers went numb. You yelped in pain and tried to yank it away, but the king was too strong.

“I’m afraid whatever you want no longer matters. Your father wants this union, so does my council. The north needs this marriage. Do you understand, little girl?” He seethed. You were sure you were going to die at that moment. The handsome artistic man who designed fountains was gone and, in his place, stood the monster the rumors warned you about.

You yanked your hand away so hard that thought you heard the skin rip open. You fell to the ground with a thud. The blood stained your sleeve and dripped down your hand. Confused, Steven stared at his own hand that gripped your wrist. Remnants of the red on his palm and fingers.

“(Y/N) – “he muttered. His frown lifted as he tried to reach towards you.

“Get away from me!” You screamed.

“Let me help you!”

“Lay a finger on me and I’ll shoot an arrow through your eye!” It was treason to threaten the king. You knew it was, but at that moment, you didn’t care.

“Let me help you.” He repeated. “I – I didn’t mean to hurt you… I didn’t know…”

Your hard expression on your face softened when you realized that his brows were scrunched up with worry. His mood had completely shifted. He kneeled before you and reached out carefully for your wrist. You hesitantly presented him the bloody arm. Steven pushed up your sleeve and winced at the wound.

You found that odd. A man known for being a ruthless beast on the battlefield winced at the sight of your severe rope burn. Surely, he’s seen far worse wounds. He tore the fabric of his sleeve with ease before gently wrapping the wound. It was a juxtaposition to the death grip he had on you moments ago.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said. His tone was softer now as if he were afraid his angry tone would cause further damage to your wrist. “I didn’t know you were wounded.”

“Would it have stopped you from grabbing me?” You asked, furrowing your brows at him.

He looked at you. His eyes were a pristine blue and if you stared hard enough, you were sure there were hints of green in them. His clenched his jaw but didn’t answer. That alone told you. “What happened?” He prompted instead.

“Tight knot. Huntsman. It’s a long story.” You deadpanned, but he found it comedic.

He chuckled softly. If you thought his voice was a tune, that laugh alone would be replaying in your head for days. “You are your father’s daughter.”

“That’s an insult, your grace,” you muttered.

He helped you up. You dusted off the dress. Natasha and Wanda would be eager to know why you came back to your room with dirt on your bottom and blood on your sleeve.

“This marriage will happen whether it’s something you want or not.” He told you. “But I do wish to make you happy. We will be bound together until death. I don’t want either of us to be miserable.”

“Your first impression was to grab my wrist and make me bleed. You have a lot to make up for.”

“Perhaps, you could show me your skill with the bow.” He offered.

“I’ll try not to shoot you in the eye, then.” It was a joke. A stupid attempt to lighten the mood and ease the tension. It was how you coped.

And it worked.

He cracked a smile.

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aureolusfirewrites · 3 years

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So I finally got around to writing a possessed Ben Zs'Skayr story surprised to find I'm actually motivated for once so here it is

Warnings: Brooken, PTSD

This takes place in October even though I'm writing it in February

Veined in Black

Chapter 1

Present Oct. 29/

Ben sat on his bed at plumber headquarters. Groaning and wincing in pain as his crush fussily wrapped bandages around his wounds.

Once Rook finished patching him up Ben flopped over face first on his bed and moaned.

"I hate October." The statement was enough to get Rook to look up at him.

"Do humans not generally enjoy this time of year?"

"Well yeah kinda but it's just so freaky to me. People walk around purposely looking like they're hurt and bleeding plus there's a Halloween eclipse which makes it twice as creepy... Not to mention everyone thinks it's an excuse to cause even more crime then normal." Ben ranted.

Rook grunted "I agree with you on that it seems as though the number of emergencies we get called out for have spiked to almost twice the normal amount..." Rook smirked. "However I would've thought you would be more than overjoyed at the aspect of receiving free candy."

Ben smiled at that "yeah free candy is pretty rad..."

"Ben... Is something the matter?" Rook asked apparently picking up on Ben's distant additude.

"Did... did anything about that fight earlier seem odd to you?" He thought back to it.

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Earlier

He was walking through the mall with Rook and a kid dressed up as a killer clown had gotten a little to close to him and Rook. The anxiety attack was minor so Rook was able to talk him down relatively easy. He could still feel his heart racing a little to fast and Ben started feeling tired.

Rook shook him lightly to snap him out of his post-anxiety attack daze. Ben look up at him and rubbed his head. "Ben it is alright everyone is still here safe and alive." Rook said gently. "Y-yeah yeah I know I'm good now Rook just... Just tired all of a sudden.

Rook nodded and they continued their patrol. Well it wasn't so much patrol, as it was walking around the mall looking at Halloween ideas and hoping a bad guy would run into them so they'd have an excuse for doing nothing all day. Wish granted apprently.

There was a loud commotion below them. Ben immediately jumped off the balcony fully prepared to transform before he hit the ground but Rook had other plans apparently. He felt warm hands wrap around his waist as Rook grabbed hold of him lowering him down on his proto tool's grappling function. Ben blushed glad his partner hadn't been looking at him.

Rook had seen him but that wasn't something Ben was ever going to know.

He looked around for the danger. There were three humans wearing masks and another three aliens. They seemed relatively younger probably near teenagers by human standards. One was a Thep Khufan another was a loboan and then there was... He froze slightly. Enough for Rook to notice his tension. "It is not him Ben." Rook whispered the small reminder in his ear as he looked at a small ectonurite girl.

He knew he shouldn't be afraid, he knew that just because one was bad didn't mean they all had similar plans but still. Whenever he was around ectonurites he couldn't help but see him. Pictures flashed through his head, gwen at the edge of a roof, a fight in space on a satellite, running through a city of monsters, Rook attacking him, a chill going through him and then a horrible pain as his body was taken over.

Rook shook him again and he focused. "Right. Rook you take the humans I'll get the others." His partner nodded and ran for the three humans who immediately bolted in the other direction. Ben stood his ground hand over the omnitrix ready to activate at any moment. They all stood like that for a bit before they made a move.

There was a long drawn out screech that threw him backwards. He flew back and his head hit something hard. He rubbed the back of his neck "y'know I might've had a concussion from that but at this point I've been hit on the head so much I think I might be immune." He joked to no one in particular. They was some pressure on him middle and he looked down at the bandages that had wrapped around his middle. He smiled up at the mummy sheepishly "oh boy," there was a tug and he got thrown out of the... Fountain? That's what he slammed into? ...That'd work.

He was being whirled through the air uselessly waiting for the right moment and then quickly grabbed onto a pillar as he flew by.

The whiplash and inurscia from his sudden stop threw the mummy forward. It released it's grip as it was launched into the fountain. Water seeped into the alien's bandages and it began to unravel, water weighing it down. Ben was ready to go help it out of there, he didn't want him getting melted like some paper mache sculpture in the rain but the ectonurite beat him to it.

The loboan was still an issue though. It lunged at him with sharp claws ready stab him. There was a lucky swipe and Ben staggered away clutching his bleeding arm.

The loboan smirked and the ectonurite was still helping dry off her friend. Ben slammed his hand down on the omnitrix.

He felt the familiar pain and tension he always felt when he transformed. Like he told Young One that one time it was like a stretch, except it was your muscles stretching out and changing into something new entirely just fast enough for your body to not go into instant shock. If it was any slower he would've guessed that he would immediately have some kind of seziure or something.

Something was odd about it this time though like there was something else shifting with him. He shrugged it off.

He felt heavier and stronger but in a more solid way. "Alright! Diamondhead is gonna kick your butts!" He said excitedly.

The loboan howled and he was less excited as he felt a crack run down his face. "That's enough of that." He said fed up. He sent a few sharp crystals at the sides of the alien and a few blunt ones to his stomach. The sharp ones scraped it's arms and trimmed off the fur where they connected. The blunt projectiles collided with his midsection and sent the loboan to the ground gasping for air.

Ben winced he knew the blunts were the equivalent to getting a punch to the chest at high speed but it was better than using a shard.

He brought crystal walls up around the wolf alien to keep him in place until Rook got back but he doubted the loboan was getting up anytime soon. Then there were the other two...

The Thep Khufan was down for now so he wouldn't bother with him so that left... The ectonurite.

The ectonurite girl was smaller, around his size actually. She had metal bands all around her sort of like clothes so she looked like a kindergartner covered in a ton of slap bracelets.

The omnitrix suddenly started flashing and toning the timeout sequence. "No no no c'mon!" There was a flash and he was back to being a human.

The ectonurite turned towards him. He felt wobbly 'run' kept going through his head but his body wasn't responding. Then at lighting speed she launched towards him. A logical part of his mind knew that even if she did get inside him she wouldn't be able to take him over, but that wasn't the part controlling him at the moment.

Ben let out a surprised yelp and covered himself with his arms as a last ditch block effort. But what he was waiting for never came.

The ghost alien stopped in front of Ben and silently looked him over. She let out a hum of frustration and flew back over to the Thep Khufan.

Ben stayed staring at her. "BEN!" He heard Rook call and he ran to Ben's side. Ben raised his arm up to motion that he was okay to Rook but a pain shot across and he looked down at his still bleeding still injured arm. "Oh... Right... That-" and then Ben had passed out and Rook carried him back to the proto-truk.

Ben had woken up about 10 minutes later in the passenger seat slightly dizzy and tired but he hadn't lost enough blood for it to be serious so Rook was taking him back to his dorm room to patch him up.

Ben couldn't help but feel like something was off though...

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/Present, Oct. 29/

Then it struck Ben what was so odd about that fight. "Rook what were they doing there?" Rook looked away in thought. "We are unsure. The ectonurite refuses to talk and the other two act as if they have no memory of the event."

Ben mumbled a little.

"So three anur system aliens attack with no motive and didn't speak once while fighting..." He said quietly.

"What are you thinking Ben-dude?" Rook smiled trying to cheer Ben up.

Slight pink flushed across Ben's smiling face but the expression faded fast into his 'Im connecting the dots' face. "I dunno Rook just a hunch." His partner nodded.

Ben felt like his eyelids were made of lead suddenly and he yawned wide. "Why do you not get some rest for right now Ben" Rook smiled at the tired hero. "Mmm'kay" Ben slurred before letting black wash over his mind.

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