A New Judgment Chapter 1: WrestleMania 39 (Poly Judgment Day Fic)
Written by @scarletraine who can’t seem to remember to post to this godforsaken hellsite so has me post here for your enjoyment!
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.
Nessa sits between Aalyah and Angie ringside at WrestleMania at the request, at the insistence, of Rey and Angie. She is wracked with nerves having not seen Dominik or heard from Dominik in months since he broke up with her over text saying,
"Nessa we're over, I'm sorry but you don't deserve this, you deserve better." He never responded to anything else and ghosted her. Dom's family kept in touch, taking her out for her birthday and such, and filled in some blanks but nothing is making sense and she is conflicted and hurt. Nessa starts playing with the bracelet that Dominik gave her on their anniversary which belonged to his grandmother and means a lot to her and to his family. She starts to fidget more as Dominik makes his entrance and makes his way down to the ring.
Aalyah sees how nervous and fidgety Nessa is and gently places her hand on Nessa's shoulder.
"You look hot girl, he is going to regret what he has done," Aalyah tries to boost Nessa who only shrugs her shoulders, her black lace top corset matching her ripped jeans, accentuating what she feels are her best assets, but Angie was the one who picked the top and Nessa is suspicious as to their motives to bring her there tonight even though they have been nothing but welcoming to her.
Nessa's eyes never leave Dominik's body as he makes his way down to the ring and begins to strut as he enters it. He faces his mom, sister, and ex, his expression changes for a split second, Nessa would have missed it if she blinked, he almost looked remorseful. Aalyah sees it as well and leans over again so she could be heard by Nessa.
"Are you ok sis, I know this can't be easy for you," Nessa shrugs again, trying to keep from speaking so her voice doesn't break. Angie looks at the young girl she has grown to love as another daughter in the few years she was with Dominik, getting with him shortly before the pandemic when he met her at her job.
Everyone but Nessa stands as Eddie Guerrero's music comes on and Rey comes out in a lowrider being driven by Snoop Dogg. She doesn't see however, her eyes don't leave Dominik, the hurt evident on her face. Every time he looks over at his mom and sister he never meets her gaze. As Rey enters the ring Dom puffs out his chest acting tough. It isn't until the match starts that she says anything to them.
"I can't do this I'm sorry..." She moves to get up with tears in her eyes to leave but Angie grabs her wrist.
"Mija please. I know this is hard, but we are here to support them and hopefully put this mess to bed."
Nessa looks at her incredulously, "How can I support either. I still love Dom but he broke my heart and it is clear he doesn't feel the same anymore if he ever did. I love Rey like a father, and I can't side with either over the other I'm sorry." She tries to gently pull her arm away, but notices Angie's sad eyes flicker to the camera aimed at them and then to the fighting men in the ring. Nessa groans and plops down, hiding her face in her hands, realizing the commentators are probably having a field day with what she said. She jerks her head up as the crowd gasps and Angie and Aalyah stand up cheering. Nessa sees Dominik between the turnbuckles and a belt in Rey's hand. She stands up mortified no longer caring about the camera.
"Rey, don't do this please!" She screams out, her own past flashing before her eyes and not wanting Dom to experience this embarrassment. She feels Angie grab her arm again but yanks it away, looking on mortified as Rey spanks Dominik. She looks at Rey, betrayal evident on her face as Dominik rolls out of the ring and stands in front of them. Dominik barely glances at her and It is at that moment she realizes why they insisted on bringing her, why she is there. To distract Dom, to guilt him back to his family and her and she feels disgusted.
"What the hell was that?" Dominik yells at his mom over the crowd
"You deserve it!" Angie yells back, Aalyah standing beside Nessa, her drink cup in her hand. Dominik grabs it and glances down before throwing it at her, the liquid also getting on Nessa. Without thinking Nessa is halfway over the barricade holding Aalyah back.
"Aalyah no, don't get involved!" She struggles to say as she holds back Aalyah. Rey hops out of the ring and runs over to check on them only to be jumped by Dominik and sling shot into the corner of the ring. Dominik then grabs rey and slides him back into the ring and gets back in himself taunting the crowd smacking his shoulders.
Nessa stays standing, one hand on the barricade, the other biting her thumbnail, anxiously watching as the match goes on. She feels a gentle tug at her belt loop and looks down to see Aalyah gesturing to her seat. After a moment of debating, she takes her seat. She leans over to Angie, her hand covering her lips so people can't read them and whispers to her.
"Did you insist I come to try and manipulate or distract him so he will come back or lose?" She stares at Angie's face as she thinks of an answer. However, the hesitation is answer enough and she stands back up, unable to hide the betrayal she feels.
"I'm sorry sweetheart we are desperate," Angie tries to grab Nessa's hand only for it to be snatched away. She watches as Dom flings his dads neck on the top rope and jumps out of the ring, pulling Rey out before sauntering back over to them. Worry flashes across his eyes looking at Nessa's expression but he controls his expression and turns to his mom who is standing again.
"What are you going to do about it, you're not going to do anything!" he taunts his mom. Nessa can't hear anything else because she is so shocked when Angie slaps Dom who turns around shocked with his hand on his cheek. Rey comes up behind him and pushes him into the corner of the ring headfirst. He then turns and kisses Angie and mouths ' I'm sorry' to Nessa before throwing Dominik back into the ring. She flinches every time Rey lands a hit on Dominik and Cheers when Dominik kicks out of the Pin.
"Why are you cheering him on, he broke your heart?" Aalyah asks, annoyed and confused.
"Because you guys were wrong to bring me to guilt or distract him, that was wrong to me and him. He needs someone in his corner. Even with the heartbreak I couldn't go against him." Nessa sighs in relief as Dom kicks out of another pin.
"Not only did he dump you, he did it by text with no explanation. He doesn't deserve your support." Aalyah tries to convince Nessa to support her dad instead of Dominik.
"Because when you love someone, you want what is best for them even if it isn't you anymore. If Rhea and The Judgment Day is that for him and it makes him happy that's all I care about." She sees some people nod in agreement.
"I understand and respect that, but I can't condone the disrespect, he needs to be taught a lesson." Angie claps as Rey lands another hit.
"You mean disrespect like calling up your son's heartbroken ex who hasn't seen or heard from him in months, making her sit and watch him thrown around by his father in an attempt to manipulate or distract him. The same ex who has a history of being abused and you know," Nessa's rant silences any response Angie would have.
Nessa is on her feet and watches as Dom flings Rey and catches his neck on the top rope and falls to the mat. Dominik jumps out of the ring and pulls Rey out and tosses him to the ground and heads over to them again. Worried flashes over his eyes for a moment as he glances at Nessa before focusing on his mother who stood up.
"What are you going to do about it, you're not going to do anything!" he taunts, and Nessa can't breathe, a roaring in her ears blocks out what was said next as Angie slaps Dom who turns away holding his face and the crowd cheers. Nessa looks disgusted at Angie and Rey gets up and attacks Dominik and flings him into the same corner as before. With Dom on the ground writhing in pain Rey turns around and kisses Angie and mouths I'm sorry to Nessa who only glares at him as he tosses Dominik back into the ring.
She realizes she fully chose Dominik's side as she flinches every time Rey lands a hit and cheers when kicks out of the pin. Aalyah looks at Nessa annoyed,
"Why do you cheer him on? He betrayed us, betrayed you."
"Because he has no one in his corner and he deserves that. He didn't betray me, he broke my heart. There is a difference. You were wrong to bring me here to distract or manipulate him." She answers as Rey pins Dominik again. She sighs in relief as he kicks out again.
"Why do you want to be the one in his corner since he broke your heart and ghosted you." Aalyah pries.
Not caring about the cameras Nessa answers, "Because i still love him Aalyah, as i said a minute ago, so stop trying to turn me against him." Nessa begins to relax a little when Finn and Damien come out to the ring, she still worries for Rey. While she is hurt at their actions, she doesn't want either to truly hurt themselves or the other. She flinches as Rey is thrown into a turnbuckle and is seemingly knocked out.
"Dom get up and pin him!" Nessa yells out wanting this to be over. She doesn't see but Finn and Damien share a look and nod in an unspoken agreement. Finally, Dom pins his father and Nessa groans as Rey kicks out again. "I just want this to be over..." She mutters to herself before cussing and slapping the barrier as Rey hits the 619.
She is happy but conflicted as Damien and Finn hop onto the apron to interfere. Damien pulls Rey down and takes off his jacket, laying it in the corner of the ring. She is biting her nails again as they both fall out of the ring, the wind knocked out of them in front of Finn and Damien. The LWO runs out and down the ramp attacking Finn and Damien before they could interfere again.
"Come on Dom!!!" She cheers as he sets up his own 618 and then tries to finish with a frog splash and pins his father. She throws up her hands in frustration as Rey kicks out yet again. She stays silent as Dom unties the turnbuckle pad only to walk over to Damien's jacket as the ref retires the pad, from Damian's jacket Dom pulls out a chain. She shakes her head in worry only to be partially relieved as Bad Bunny runs up and snatches the chain out of Dominik's hand.
"Dom look out!" She yells out trying to warn him about Rey behind him who drop kicks him into another 619 set up and a pin. Her face drops as the ref counts to three and Dom is out of the ring by Damien and Finn in front of her. Angie and Aalyah already in the ring celebrating with him having jumped over the barricade. Rey gestures for her to join and she shakes her head no. Finn supports Dom's weight as Damien offers his hand and helps her over the barricade.
"Come with us to the back, Mamita."
"Only to make sure he is ok then I'll go," She responds, ignoring the nickname. They slowly back up the ramp, Nessa looking at Dom worried and looking at the ring betrayed. Once they are backstage and past the gorilla, she is still aware of the cameras following them so she controls her face and walks tall and is almost shocked when Damien speaks again, his deep voice calming to her.
"So, what do you do Mamita?" He asks as they near medical.
"She is a nurse." Dominik groans out the answer supporting more of his weight and Finn starts laughing.
"I'm a charge nurse now for the Pediatric unit at the hospital now Dom."
"Well thanks for your support of our Dom Dom." Nessa hears an Australian accent from behind them as the doctors and nurses check Dom. She turns and sees Rhea and gulps.
"Just wanted to make sure you are ok Dom Dom and to meet this beautiful lady who went against your family to support you." She says as she tucks a loose strand of Nessas hair behind her ear. She can't help the blush that forms. Rhea turns to Dom,
"You do have good taste Dom Dom, I'll see you all after my match" She then turns to Nessa again, "Please stick around till after my match I would like to discuss something with you after." Nessa stands there shocked as Rhea leaves the room.
"Your new girlfriend seems nice." Nessa comments as she watches the medical staff evaluate Dominik. Damien and Finn share the same look as before.
"Well actually we are all together, love." Finn responds and Dom stares at the floor avoiding Nessas gaze.
"Oh that's cool too. Thank you for looking out for him, just make sure you keep each other safe and happy." She accepts what Finn admitted.
"We heard what you said while we were waiting backstage and we admire your loyalty and devotion, mariposa." Damien places his hand on Nessa's shoulder and pulls her into a hug. Her immediate instinct was to pull away but she didn't. It was strangely comforting, even more so when Finn pats her back.
"You're fine Dominic, just going to be sore for a while." The doctor announces before leaving the room. She fiddles with the bracelet again before unclasping it and walking over placing it in Dominik's hand.
"Thank you for letting me be a part of the history of this. It means a lot. Goodbye, Dom." She kisses his cheek and makes her way to the door. She opens it and sees Triple H with his hand raised poised to knock. She steps to the side to let him in to talk to his talent.
"I'm actually here to see you miss?" he leads off silently asking what to call her.
"Klein," she hears a snicker from what she assumes is Damien, "But as you probably know my first name is Nessa." She shakes his outstretched hand.
"I want to talk about what happened out there," He explains and Nessas smile drops to a look of worry and the other three men in the room share the look. Noticing this Triple H clarifies, "You aren't in trouble, but there is business to discuss if you would follow me to my office." he steps aside gesturing for her to come out the room. She nods and follows him out the room as the men of The Judgement Day share a confused look.
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Why licking? (14/?)
AN: I apologise for the long wait and the mistakes you will 100% find in this chapter. It is late, but I did not want you to wait any longer for this next chapter
Warning: angst, injury
Wordcount: around 1700
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Part 13
„Azog, this is madness!“, you awed seeing the elven army gathered in the valley below you stand.
“They will fall and we will be victorious, my little mate.”, he hummed reassuringly, “Oakenshield and his brood will lay at your feet when I have won.”
“Azog-”, you tried again, but one look of the great male shut you up at once, “-I will go inside.”
He turned back around and you took it as a sign of approval.
And all of this because a lost arm.
“Ze Mabrotnosh.”, Drago called from somewhere to your right, “Food ready.”
“Thank you. Will you not join the battle?”, you wondered.
“My place is at your side. We are your guards.” You must have looked as lost as you thought because the warg-skin wearing Orc tried again using Westron, “We guards. We protect Mabrotnosh.”
His voice was filled with pride and you finally understood the whole depth of the situation: these orcs were not only Azog´s most trusted, but also your personal guards.
Akul jumped up and down with happiness when he noticed your presence. He had been taken on a hunt with Ska´al earlier that day as a training and was now covered in dirt and leaves.
“Akul,”, you laughed, “you were not supposed to take the whole forest with you. Did you bring something? Except a lot of leaves?”
“Mabrotnosh.”,it was Ska´al. “Akul is doing well. He will soon be strong enough for you to use him as a mount. He killed his first game today.”
But you were not really listening and more concerned about how long it would take you to clean his fur.
“At least I have something to do while they fight.”, you groaned. One of your fingers had just gotten stuck in a slimy something and Akul licked you exited.
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Hours past. You could hear the distant, and yet too close, clanking of weapons mixed with the shouts and screams of the fighters. With every passing minute your worry grew; were they losing? Drago and his orcs seemed to become agitated.
“Drago, I want to go outside. Is that possible?”, you demanded more than asked.
He nodded a yes. “But we need to be careful. Information has it that Oakenshield is coming for Ravenhill.”
Following your guard through the pathways, you suddenly stopped dead in your tracks.
“Release the dwarf.”, you ordered without really knowing why. Deep down you knew the battle was lost and the dwarfs would win.
“Let him go. He will die on the battlefield by one of our orcs, the elves or even his own.”
Hatred and confusion crossed the dwarf´s face.
“Go.”, you whispered to him,” Live or die with your kin. Your faith is back in your hands again.”
You had given him back his freedom. A freedom you no longer had and will never have again. Even though you believed you loved him, you also knew that if you ever tried to leave, he would hunt you down. Taking your own life was no possibility either. It would dishonor your father´s ultimate sacrifice.
“Have someone escort him as close to the battlefield as possible.”, was the last order you gave before disappearing into another dark hallway.
Drago just wanted to say something, when a servant orc appeared out of nowhere.
“Master Azog wants to speak to the Mabrotnosh. One of Oakenshield´s kin had been caught.”, it spoke, motioning to follow him to the head of the tower.
-..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--.
“Ah, (y/n) witness my revenge on the line of Durin.”, Azog exclaimed once he had noticed your arrival.
At his feet laid a young looking Dwarf with blond hair and beard. Blood tickled down his temple and others had splattered over the clothes you were able to see.
Noticing the orc´s change of focus, the hostage lifted his head and disbelieve crossed his face. Never had he dared to think that there would be a female of the Race of men with the Orcs. At least not one who wasn´t a slave.
“Where is the other dwarf? I had ordered for him to be brought here as well!”,Azog continued with anger in his voice.
You believed you knew why, you had understood the words for´Dwarf´ and ´bring me´.
“I had him escorted to the battlefield, so his hopes for freedom can be crushed. Maybe even by his own kin.”, you admitted, hoping he would not look straight through your lie.
“WHAT?”, now his anger was directed at you and you took a step back. “You had NO RIGHT.”
Fear crept up your spine.
“He was mine! My enemy! My Revenge!”
In his anger the orc lashed out. Unfortunately for you, it was his prosthetic.
A pained cry echoed through the ruin. He had sliced your face, and trusting the pain he had hid your eye.
I need to leave!
“(y/n).”, Azog breathed himself in shock, “Please.”
But you did not listen, the pain and fear was dominant in your mind. Instead you tumbled back, further and further away from his voice.
Somewhere, you noticed Drago to call out for you while Ska´al was growling, but you did not understand what they said. And there would no time for you to react. The moment you heard them, your foot hid nothingness and you fell.
Seconds felt like minutes; in the end, you did not hit the cold floor as you would have thought, but freezing water of a river below.
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The battle was five months ago. You had started to live in a small run down hut at the edge of the ruined town you had learned was called Dale.
They believed you to be a former slave and so the Elves and Villagers had treated your wounds and allowed you to stay.
Another thing you had learned was that the blond dwarf had been a prince and able to survive thanks to your little ´sacrifice´. Azog was defeated, but no one knew if he was really dead or still alive; an orc that fit the description of Drago, had pulled him atop a Warg and away from the battlefield. Followed by most of the remaining orcs.
The peace that had followed the battle was only interrupted by stories of huge beastlike footprints hunters had found in the nearby forest. And hearing rumors about floating ghost eyes in the dark, you were sure Akul was roaming around.
Happy tension laid in the air: the dwarven princes were on their way to visit Dale for the first time in months. Your tension was not one of happiness though. There was no fault in your mind, that the prince must have seen you that fateful day. He would now that you were no former slave. And then the little freedom you had gained would end in death or jail.
A sigh left your throat.
“(y/n).”, one of the old village women called out for you, “Where are you going? The princes want to see every female who was injured during the battle. That includes you as well.”
What have I done for the Valar to hate me this much?
With a groan you turned around. “I don´t feel well. The sun is hurting my eye. If they want to see me, they can come and visit.”
“Many of us have scars from that day. No need to hide away!”, she called after you and you wanted to curse.
“It is the sun. And if you don´t want me to puke my guts out right here, you let me go on my way.”
Not waiting (or caring) for her answer, you went home.
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It was late in the evening when a knock sounded from your door.
“You may enter!”
Just a second later the door opened and one single dwarf entered. Silence followed the sound of the closing door and you anticipated him to start the conversation.
“So it is really you.”, he ended the silence. It was the dwarven slave you had freed during the battle.
“Will you dkill me now? Or will you just call other guards?”, you sighted.
“Why don´t you turn around?”, he asked and following a bit of consideration, you did as asked.
“I see you were injured during the battle. I wonder how it happened with how protective the pale bastard was of you.”
“Azog was angry that I had led you go.”, you explained, “He slapped me and the next thing I now was that I had fallen into a river.”
“Why did you stay hidden?”
“Where did you want me to go? Back to the orcs after the only reason for me staying alive slapped me of a mountain? To the Dwarfs ? I was with the most hated orc ever alive. I would have end up in jail or worse. Into the wilderness? I think I don´t need to explain why that would have been an idiotic thing for me to do. Home? I am the sole survivor of my village.
“This is our luck then. King Thorin is searching for you.”
“Why?”
“To see the person that had saved his heir.”, the dwarf tried to reason but you did not believe it.
“Glad that he is indeed alive. But if that is the reason they surely took their time. Would they not have come earlier to see to me?”
“Truth is. I do not know the whole reason behind their search.”, the dwarf admitted.
“Then I will not come with you. Not without knowing why.”
“I could make you.”, he threatened, “But I will not. You gave me my life back. I will not take yours in return. Until we see each other again, Mabrotnosh.”, and with these words he opened the door.
“You just called me queen.”, you dryly laughed.
“I know. You might not be mine. But that is who you are. Who you became, if I like it or not. We are addressing that Elfking accordingly as well after all.”
“Never thought the two of us would have something in common.”, you mumbled, and when you cast your attention back to your guest, you noticed him gone.
Better get ready for the next visitors. They might be my last.
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I do it for you - Chapter four
This is just a short chapter, but with all the new information from Doctor Who I am so excited to continue writing this series. I will have the next chapter up soon! It will be longer, I promise.
Chapter 4 - The stars
The TARDIS came to a stop. You glanced at the Master with a small smile. He was looking at you the same way.
"Where are we?" You asked.
"I wanted to show you something. The Doctor has probably already shown you, but I want to be there with you this time." He replied. "I should have done this with you a long time ago, but now is as good a time as any." He holds out his hand to you.
You take a step closer to him and take his hand, he smiles softly and takes you over to the door. With his free hand he opens it and let's you step in front of him to look outside. The TARDIS is floating in space and before you is a sea of stars.
"Wow." You gasp.
"I'm sure you've probably seen this sight already." He sighed softly, looking out at the stars.
"Yeah, but... this feels different somehow." You turn to him with a little smile on your face. "I think that's because I'm with you this time."
He doesn't look at you. You can tell he's a little flustered by your words. It amused you how much softer he seems to be with you now. You couldn't see any of that rage he held earlier. He looked so much more content.
You smiled softly at him.
"You're supposed to look at the stars, not me." He had slight smirk on his face as he looked at you.
"Sorry, just admiring all the sights." You reply with a grin.
The Master looks taken back for a moment, but then grins back.
"Is that so?"
You nod.
"Well in that case, we can stop looking at the stars. You're far more interesting." He closes the door and turns to you full on. "I would pick you over the stars any day of the week." He speaks so softly.
You're melting under his gaze and you find yourself reaching for his hand. He takes it happily, liking how it it fits and feels. He used to do this with you a lot. He's missed so much about you. You take a little step closer and smile at him.
"I look forward to getting to know you all over again." You whisper.
There's a small smile on his face as he's looking down at your hands. He runs his thumbs across the back of your hands.
"I'll continue to search for your memories. In the meantime, you can ask me anything. I was always honest with you before, I have nothing to hide. Not from you." He looks you in the eye with a serious gaze, but he was still smiling at you. You smile back and squeeze his hand.
"Please just... don't let it get to you too much." You plead with him. "Whatever happens we'll work it out." You told him. "Don't let them get to you again." You placed your other hand on his cheek and looked into his dark sad eyes.
"That's a very difficult thing you are asking of me."
"Try, for me." You smile. "I believe we'll find what we're looking for, but getting angry and destroying every planet we come across to find it won't work."
He puts a hand over the one on his face and looks at you.
"Alright." He smiles softly. "There are other things for me to be angry about."
"That's not what I was going for, but it's a start." You sigh.
He entwined his fingers with yours and steps a little bit closer.
"I have something else I could show you. Something I doubt even the Doctor has seen." He grins.
Interested, you smile.
"Show me!"
He takes you over to the console and and begins to input coordinates. You stay close by as he pilots his TARDIS. There is a feeling of belonging here. You could get used to calling this TARDIS home.
Home was with him. If only you could remember that.
The TARDIS lands and he turns to look at yo with a soft smile. All chaotic thoughts had left him as he gazes at you softly. He slowly reaches out and takes your hand, taking you toward the door. He opens it and let's house go first.
Stepping out, you're met with a vast sight. You appear to have landed on a mountain of sorts. Ahead of you is a wonderful view, but you're so high up. You dare not go all the way to the edge of where you were standing. You just knew the fall would be a long one.
The Master came up beside you, leaving very little space between you, but you weren't uncomfortable. You could feel that invisible tug toward him, a little voice in your head telling you it's all OK. You're meant to be like this with him. Deep down you know this. You feel comforted by that little voice.
The Master seems happy to know you're comfortable with him.
Before you was an auburn sky, what seemed to be stars falling all around you. The "stars" appeared to be on fire as they constantly fell from the sky, crashing into the vast lake below the cliff you were on. In the far distance was a town, which you hoped was safe. As beautiful as this display was, it looked rather dangerous.
"What do you think?" The Master asked softly. You could feel his gaze on you. You turned to him and smiled.
"It's amazing. You were right, the Doctor hasn't ever shown me anything like this."
He grins. He's smug.
"I knew it. She isn't even showing you the best of what's out there."
You chuckle and turn back to the view.
"Are there people down there?" You gesture to the town in the distance.
"No any more. The stars falling is a recent occurrence. In fear they ran to safety. As far as I'm aware, this is the only location this seems to happen. It's beautiful though, isn't it?"
"Yes." You look out at the view again.
"There is so much I want to show you."
You turn to him and smile softly. He returns it after a moment. You slowly reach out and take his hand in yours.
"Then show me everything. I want to see it all."
The Master was happy you had said that. From this moment onward he was going to star tall over again with you. He wanted you to see him for who he was and still want to be with him. Things were different before, but now he#s not going to pretend he's still the same man you knew all those years ago.
He gives your hand a squeeze and and smiles proudly. You shuffle closer to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side a little more.
You both stood like that for a little while longer before heading back into the TARDIS. You wanted to spend some time getting to know him all over again, he happily went along with it. He answered almost everything, only keeping some details to himself. You hoped you would get those answers one day, but for now you would let him keep his secrets.
Soon enough you went to sleep.
It wasn't until you had left his side that his his hatred for his people flared up again. There was so much information in his head from what he had discovered. He was going to make the Doctor see the truth, but he was also going to find out the truth about you. He was going to get you back one way or another.
He just didn't know where to start.
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@scarletrain that flavor of ShigaHawks is ICONIC!!!
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YES it is.
tbh all shigahawks is iconic but my favorite shig is a-little-bit-of-an-idiot shig
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Mischief, Meet Your Match (Loki x Reader)
Warnings: Bad language, Violence, Loki.
Summary: Your first meeting with The Asgardian Prince.
The first time you’d met the God of Mischief and Lies it had been in a fight. Strange and Thor had informed you all that Loki was back on earth and up to no good. That was all The Avengers needed to hear before they suited up and trekked off to capture the dark god.
Somehow, probably because of your awful luck, you ended up in a one on one fight with Loki. He’d managed to blast Steve back into a troupe of his alien allies and you didn’t waste a second to take Steve’s place in the battle, springing onto Loki’s shoulders and wrapping your thighs around his neck just like Nat had taught you.
“Normally, I’d introduce myself before we got this far but I’ll make an exception for you sweetheart.” You huffed as Loki tried to prise you off of him.
“Stop flirting with the Alien psychopath who tried to conquer the planet!” Sam snapped at you through the comms.
Loki grabbed the back of your tactical suit, fisting the tight material and literally dragging you of off him, throwing you several feet away. He slowly strutted over to you, sneering at you.
“I was intrigued about the new members of the Avengers but I see they are just as pathetic as the originals.” He said cruelly.
“I wouldn’t say that.” You smirked, like you knew something he didn’t.
There was a brief second of confusion and suspicion from Loki before a shadow passed over him and he looked up too late as Sam swept down and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling on the ground next to you. You pointed a gun at him but he almost absentmindedly pushed your arm up, making you accidentally shoot at Sam. The bullet hit his wings and Sam swore loudly as he spiralled to the ground in a painful sounding crash.
“Sorry sweetie!” You yelled.
Your attention was diverted and you only just managed to move your head out of the way before a knife was imbedded in the ground where your skull had been only half a second prior.
“Harsh!” You told him, offended.
He smirked and opened his mouth to make a biting remark but you leaned back on your elbows, putting your weight on them and pushing your legs up, twisting around in the air to kick Loki in the face. His head snapped back and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“Harsh.” He rebutted and backhanded you.
The blow was excruciating and sent you slamming back into the dirt, facedown this time. You pushed yourself up, ears still ringing as you desperately fumbled at your belt for a weapon, making pained noises. Loki wasn’t aware you could see his shadow on the ground in front of you, or that you had enhanced healing abilities. You saw the shadow of the knife in his hand as he plunged it towards your back. You twisted around, catching his wrist in mid thrust and snapping the cuff around it, simultaneously wrapping your legs around his waist so that your momentum carried you both to the ground, leaving him in the dirt this time and allowing you to snap the cuff on his other wrist.
He looked down at his wrists and frowned when he obviously realised they were inhibiting his magic. You scoffed and he looked up at you, noting how remarkably unharmed you were.
“You fooled me.” He said, sounding half annoyed, half, impressed.
“Oh but woe is me, I am but a weak mortal woman.” You said dramatically, putting your hand to your forehead and swooning dramatically.
“At least you can admit it.” He sneered.
You pulled your hand away from your head and straightened up, throwing a concerned look at him.
“Mischief, do you not know what sarcasm is?” You asked with faux worry.
“Of course I do.” He hissed.
“It’s ok to admit when you don’t know something, I won’t laugh at you.” You assured him kindly, though your expression was anything but.
“I know what sarcasm is brat, and when I free myself from these bindings I assure you, I will laugh when I make you pay for daring to challenge me.” He said flatly.
“Sounds kinky.” You sniggered.
He grinned salaciously at you when he realised you were literally straddling him.
“This is the second time in as many minutes that you have wrapped your legs around me. Is it possible that the Midgardians don’t hate me as much as I have been led to believe?” He asked with a wicked grin.
“What can I say, you’re pretty, egotistical and an asshole. You’re just my type.” You quipped.
Sam stomped over to you and you both looked up at him with innocent expressions.
“Stop. Flirting. With. The. Homicidal. Maniac.” He demanded.
“Make me.” You challenged as you stood up, pulling Loki to his feet.
“So possessive, so controlling. Does it really bother you so much to see her fawn over me?” Loki taunted.
“Speaking of fawning, Thor was right. He really did fall for your ‘charms’.” Sam said smugly, turning to you.
Loki looked between the two of you, puzzling it out.
“Aww come on Mischief, why did you think they gave me the magical handcuffs?” You asked him, flicking them pointedly.
Thor hadn’t actually said anything like that, he had said Loki would underestimate you because he didn’t know you and you were a mortal.
Loki didn’t need to know that though… He also didn’t need to know that you weren’t the only one carrying a pair of magical handcuffs on your person.
You were really glad he had the cuffs on because the look he was giving you promised death, a slow and painful one. Abruptly he blinked and the fury was gone, replaced by a charming, flirtatious smile.
“My brother was bound to be right about something eventually.” He practically purred.
“Don’t.” Sam warned as you opened your mouth to reply.
“Quit cockblocking me birdie.” You huffed.
“Better behave kitten, Cap’s coming.” Sam said under his breath.
Steve was indeed trekking towards the three of you and you guessed that meant he and the team had taken care of the alien mercenaries Loki had hired.
“Good job you two.” He said, nodding at you and Sam. “Thor, we’ve got Loki cuffed.” He said into his comm.
“Indeed, and now that you have me cuffed kitten, whatever shall you do with me?” Loki leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Strap you to a rocket and fire you into the sun? Put you in a vat of cement, wait for it to harden and drop it in the ocean?” Sam snapped, having overheard him.
“We’ll find a place for him, don’t worry.” Steve said harshly, giving Loki one of the hardest stares you’d seen from Steve before, dragging him away from you.
“Bye Mischief.” You waved, almost sadly.
You could feel Sam’s disgusted glare burning a hole through your skull.
“What?” You asked him innocently.
“Stop flirting with the bad guys!” He exclaimed.
“But they’re so much more fun.” You pouted.
Loki turned his head to look back at you and sent a sly wink your way. More fun by far.
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A/N - I’d love to hear what you thought of this if you’re up to it.
I’m testing the waters for a Loki series.
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Six Steamy Sentences Challenge
Rules: Six sentence story, any pairing, make it as steamy and smutty as you like. Tag six people.
I was tagged by: @starscreamloki
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Pairing: Heimdall x Fem!Reader
Warnings: well, its definitely steamy😁😁😁
Work roughened fingers caressed the length of your thighs, smoothing over flesh grown slick with sweat and other fluids. Embarrassed at how wet you were, you tried to close them against the intense golden gaze.
"There is no hiding what I have already seen and worshipped, touched, tasted, teased, pleased, and pleasured."
Heimdall's voice sent a wave of desire through you, as if he'd conditioned your body to respond to verbal commands, and maybe he had. You'd never been so responsive, so lost, so plaint, with any lover in the past.
Your lashes lifted and eyes caught with his as your hand tugged his hair and voice whispered hoarsely, "Heimdall... more."
He smiled and lowered his head. "Welcome to Asgard, beloved."
(Okay, it's 8 sentences, but does anyone really mind?)
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I Only Have Eyes For You (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST (drabble)
A/N: HELLO LOVES! This is a little Jealous!Michael drabble. I hope you guys enjoy :)
Requested By: @beautifulagatha “Can I request a jealous Michael fic where he gives this look?”
Yes! WE all love that sexy look ;)
Warnings: Not really any.
Word Count: 819
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Sometimes it was hard to be Michael Langdon’s girlfriend. Y/n was an advanced witch, so advanced when Michael brought her to the warlock school they asked her to teach classes for the level one warlocks. Y/n loved teaching, she even taught Michael a thing or two, of course he would never admit it.
Michael knew what he was getting himself into when he brought Y/n to a school full of boys. NO one could deny she was beautiful. Most of the boys hadn’t seen a female in forever, so when she started offering classes they filled up quick.
Even so, Michael hated the attention she got from the boys. He could here their thoughts, it made him angry. Everyone knew better than to lay a hand on Michael Langdon’s girlfriend though. Even still, he always kept a close watch on his beautiful woman, making sure she was safe.
“So, did that make sense to everyone?” Y/n smiled at her students, her melodic voice made way to each ear in the room.
“Yes, Ms. L/n.” The phrase trickled like raindrops, coming from different voices.
“Ok, perfect. We will pick this up tomorrow then. Don’t make Behold wait.” She turned to the desk and began to gather old texts and spell books, with the intention to bring them back to the library.
“I really enjoyed your class Ms. L/n.” She turns to see one of the older boys who made his way into her class. Clark was his name. He was much too old to be a level one, if warlocks could be held back then Clark was held back. For his age he should’ve excelled to level two. The other boys his age were already there. Clark was tall, dark eyes and short dark hair that parted to the side.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it Clark, I really try to cater to everyone in my class.” She began to make her way out when he blocked her path.
“I do, I always enjoy you and you class.” His eyes turned sinful. Y/n didn’t like where this was going.
This poor boy. She thought.
“Thank you, Clark, I need to get to the library now.” She used a slight energy to push him out of the way. She can handle her own battles. She was not as powerful as Michael, but she was pretty damn powerful. She senses his presence following close behind her. She sighs and gives a slight eye roll knowing this isn’t going to end well. They make their way into the library, the staircase right behind them. She can already sense him.
Y/n begins to put the books away on her own when she feels a body behind her.
“Why are you even with Michael?” He whispers low behind her. She places a book on the shelf and turns around. She sees Michael looking over the staircase. His eyes are dark. His knuckles turn white from the grip he has on the bannister.
I will take care of this Michael. She thinks to him. She can’t help but get a little excited from the expression he gives. She would never make him jealous on purpose. That’s cruel, she’s not that kind of person.
“Clark, you need to leave. I am with Michael, you are my student. I am not attracted to you.” With a hand in front of her she pushes him with a force out of her way.
“You can’t do that to me.” What a brat.
“I can, and I just did.” She makes her way up the staircase. Clark’s eyes go wide when he sees her connect at Michael’s side.
“Unless you would like to talk to Michael?” She cocks her head to the side and looks down at the boy. Michael gives a quick flash of his white face and the boy goes running. She lets out a small laugh.
“I’ll kill him.” She removes his hands from the bannister and takes them in hers. Turning to her, his gaze softens immediately.
“He’s just a stupid boy Michael.” She gazes up at him lovingly
“I don’t like how he looked at you.” She sees his jaw tighten. A small sigh escapes before she brings her hand to his cheek. He leans into her hand. The wrinkles of anger and jealousy washed away with her gentle touch.
“I only have eyes for you Michael, that’s all that matters. He knows better know, if he tries something again, then you can kill him.” Her smile stretches across her face. His icy eyes look deep into hers as a predatory smirk smears his lips.
“I love you.” He kisses her a long kiss before taking her hand, making their way back to their room.
Clark curls up on his bed with a pillow covering his ears. His cheeks are blood red as he hears Michael marking his territory. He’s never going to mess with her again.
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Hope you guys enjoyed! Fun little thing to write!
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Hell’s Only Angel (Prologue) -- Michael Langdon
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Summary: How your friendship with Michael begins.
Warnings: None
Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Nephilim!reader
Word Count: 900+
A/N: *DISCLAIMER* I changed Michael’s timeline just slightly, because it was literally giving me anxiety. I didn’t change it too much, but this is essentially what I did: Michael is born in 2012 and by the summer of 2013 he looks 15 (when Constance kills herself). Michael moves into the Murder House, and lives there for roughly a year, until Ms.Mead and the other Satanists come to take him away. It will make sense later on as to why I changed this, but Ryan’s timeline was getting messy and I couldn’t handle it. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like it. Also, this is just the prologue. Future chapters will be much longer and filled with more substance and plot, I promise.
Anyways, thank you all so much for encouraging me to write this. I wasn’t sure how people would take to this, since it seems so many others have written something similar to it, but, I tried my best to make it seem original. If you guys enjoyed it or hated it, please let me know! All the love and support I’ve received over the last week or so has truly been tremendous, I love you all so much!
Prologue | Part One |
You stood on your brick porch, waving goodbye to your father as he drove off in his Audi A4- a car you hated with every fiber of your being. A smile so fake, you thought you’d have to peel it off with pliers, was stretched across your face, hand creaking back and forth as though the Queen herself was being escorted down the road. Eventually, you saw the black tires disappear down the street, and you let your hand slam to your thigh with a loud smack and your smile drop dramatically. You and (Y/D/N) had just moved into your new house in Los Angeles, California, a little over a week ago. (Y/D/N) was directing a new movie in the outskirts of Hollywood, and you already knew he wasn’t going to be home very often, which left you under the care of your housekeeper, Moira. At first, she was very adamant that the two of you move out, claiming that the house was dangerous, and no place for an unsupervised child. However, at the end of the week, a few days before (Y/D/N) was supposed to leave, he and Moira had a discussion, which ultimately convinced her to lay off the conspiracy theories, and look after you while he was away.
Once you were positive (Y/D/N) had left, you marched over to your neighbor’s house. You had met the neighbor boy, Michael, the other day, instantly hitting it off with him. His grandma, Constance, seemed to like you decently enough, but she didn’t like the fact that you lived in the house next door. Knocking on the door, you beamed up at the older woman once she opened up. She held a cigarette between her two fingers, eyes immediately flicking from you to your house.
“Mm, hello, dear,” she hummed, opening the door just enough for you to squeeze inside.
“Hi, is Michael home?” you asked immediately, standing near the door in case the answer was no.
“Yes, he always is,” she nodded, waving her hand in the direction of one of the hallways. “Second door on the left. It’s polite to knock,” she said, raising her eyebrow, before shutting the front door, and disappearing into the kitchen.
You kicked off your shoes by the front door, before following her directions and walking down the hallway she had pointed to. You came to a stop in front of the ‘second-door-to-the-left’, and after hesitating a moment, you knocked. “Come in!” You opened the door a crack, sticking your head inside and smiling at the boy inside.
“Hey, it’s me, from the other day,” you said, looking around but not fully entering. “You said for me to come over when my dad left and well uh… he left so… here I am, I guess,” you shrugged.
“Hey, ‘It’s Me From The Other Day’,” the boy grinned and you rolled your eyes with a fond smile. “You can come on in.” You opened the door more and slid inside, shutting it behind you.
Michael was sat on his bed, ankles crossed with a book in his hand, which he was looking over the top of to stare at you. You walked around the room awkwardly, hands held behind the small of your back as you took everything in. Michael’s room didn’t look like the typical 15-year old boy’s room. It was painted blue, with a bed that seemed too small for him, and furniture built the same. It seemed like it belonged more to a toddler than a teenager. A patting sound filled the room, causing you to look over and see Michael hitting the spot beside his leg. You walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, peering over his arm to see what he was reading.
“It’s for school. I’ve always been homeschooled, but grandma is finally letting me go to public school since I’ll be a freshman,” Michael explained, a hint of excitement to his voice.
“Are you going to be going to Westfield High?” you asked, looking up from his book. Michael nodded, moving over so that his body was against the wall. You took that as a silent sign for you to get on the bed, and you did, climbing up beside him. You laid on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could better-see the book. “Oh, cool. I’m going there, too.” You said non-chantilly, as if you totally weren’t freaking out about the possibility of having a friend at your new school.
“Do you have to read this for Honors English, too?” Michael questioned, looking up. He had his pointer-finger placed against a sentence, and you figured that was the line he had stopped reading on.
“Yeah, except I haven’t started- just moved and all. But school starts in a month, so I need to start soon,” you explained, shrugging your shoulders. You could read through the book in seconds, no problem, but you couldn’t exactly tell Michael that, so you kept your mouth shut.
“We can read it together,” Michael suggested, except the way he spoke made it clear that there was no room for argument. “I’ve only just started, too, so I’ll fill you in. Then from there, we can just read together,” Michael said.
“Yeah, alright. Just no reading without the other,” you said to him, and Michael rolled his eyes.
“Well, duh,” he said, before starting to fill you in on the beginning of the story.
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