#that other eye was stolen and hidden away in a artifact

[emacrow]

Clockwork was what remains of Kronos and then he met Danny and unconsciously adopted him.

Clockwork is a lonely ancient older then most ancients ghosts whom are mostly terrified of clockworks, he just watches and slowly fix timelines, put a stone there, shift a clock there, all motioning them for a better future, while the most doomed timelines are watch with a disappointment when a certain person doesn't do a certain path right.

Some ancients tries to fight him for his titled, very very few not even more then one has bested him. His only defeat still scarred his face on his missing eye, even when he at most of his power, that silver of missing power remain lost in the place and time where he still have yet to find it.

Then he met danny and a seemingly limitless amount of possible unfold in his eye. He had of coursed warned him of his doom future after he did defeated pariah king and fixed that minor problem of the future.

Clockwork thought he had lost most of the remnant of Kronos personality, until he realizing he had already began to like the little halfla child the more the child come for him for advice, a favor here and there, or simply wanting to help.

He didn't want to get attached.. not again.., as the remnant of old memories of cannibalistic madness as Kronos still haunt him with the tiny drift of memories of his own godling children whom destroyed him to stop him when he went insane.

Danny remind him of Hestia. Caring so much for his family even when they devastated him in other timelines.. clockwork was conflicted as he kept watching, and waiting despite that he can only mildly intervene a bit in the present..

Danny was like the child he never had in his core..

So he waits and watches as the clock tick and tock, for the right path, the right moment, the right words and hints to leave for dannt to take, for the right time to step in.

#clockwork is a a sneaky grandpa #clockwork #danny phantom #danny fenton #percy jackon and the olympians #the greek gods #posideon #hades #Zeus #dp x pjo #clockwork is kronos #clockwork was kronos #his eyes see all time #even if he currently has one eye #that other eye was stolen and hidden away in a artifact

[astragreenwoode]

♡Truest Treasure (Adventure Time Petrigrof AU)♡ PT 5/?

(A/N: Part 5. Finally, we've gotten to the events of the main show. About to get really spicy, so I hope you eat it up like I have been writing this.)

♡ My AU where pretty much everything is the same as in canon except Betty is unknowingly pregnant with her and Simon’s daughter when she jumps through the portal.

Italics - A/N

Slashed Text - NSFW

Bold Text - Sensitive Topics

Part of the Madness

♡ Betty’s whole arrival in Ooo is such a blur for her: jumping a thousand years into the future, beating the absolute shit out of Bella Noche, and finding and losing Simon again all in one day. It's all pretty overwhelming.

♡ Also, MAGIC IS REAL?

♡ She finds refuge in Wizard City. She's gained a bit of a reputation since defeating Bella Noche and bringing magic back to those who it was stolen from. Also, Finn was the only human in Ooo up until now. So where exactly did she come from?

♡ As fascinating as this new world was, Betty had bigger problems to worry about; all her meds were back on the bathroom counter a thousand years in the past. Without them, her intrusive, and often dark thoughts returned frequently. The need for more repetition and counting was more strong. Her mood rapidly changed like a game of hot and cold. And the withdrawal symptoms hurt like hell.

♡ She takes shelter in a tall, hollow tree, not far from Wizard City. The entrance is hidden by curtains of leaves and moss. Huntress Wizard helped her find it and gave her a few things to get her settled.

♡ To get by, Betty goes on quests for lazy wizards. They're the wizards who are too weird, cowardly, or stubborn to get ingredients/artifacts for spells and whatnot. They pay her either with money, favors, magic lessons, or trade items she needs.

♡ Betty briefly crosses paths with the main cast; Finn and Jake, Marcy and Bonnie, etc.

♡ Without her meds, Betty is sometimes too adventurous and borderline suicidal whenever she goes on a quest for someone.

♡ She spends a lot of her free time in Turtle Princess’ Library, learning all she can about the history of this strange world she found herself in. Betty gets so lost amongst all the books that she sometimes spends the night or multiple nights there.

♡ Sometimes, she'll catch Simon loitering around. Betty avoids him at all costs, hiding in another room or section of the library. It's too painful to face him. She finds herself breaking down if she looks at him for too long.

♡ After being in Ooo for a month, she's close to completely going insane. Huntress Wizard mixed up an elixir for her to help her mental state when they first met. Unfortunately, it's difficult to make.

♡ She asks each wizard she works with and observes if they can help her cure Simon. Everyone turns her down, saying it's impossible. That is until Magic Man enters the scene.

♡ MAGIC MAAANN!!!

♡ He knew next to nothing about who Betty was. Of course, he had noticed her around other Ooo with other wizards and going on quests and junk. Beyond that, all he knew was what others had been saying about her through gossip.

♡ Wizards LOOOVVE to gossip, btw.

♡ Magic Man finds out for himself one day what this mysterious human is actually like. Her general demeanor and personality reminded him of Margles; she was also impulsive and stubborn. A little bit crazy, too.

♡ But when he finally gets the chance to speak with her, Betty's brain is basically attacking her; she's talking non-stop about things that don't make sense to anyone, keeps laughing every once in a while for no reason, and scratches her arms so much that they bleed.

♡ He can tell she's pregnant right away with his wizard eyes. But more on that later.

♡ Completely weirded out (which is a hard thing to do to him), Magic Man suddenly decides he needs a little character development and NOT behave like a total dingwad for once. . .at least at first.

♡ He knocks Betty out with a spell and takes him to his house, putting her in a straightjacket and chaining her ankle to the floor of his bedroom just in case she does anything to harm herself again.

♡ Understandably, she freaks out when she wakes up. Magic Man lets her wear herself out when she screams and cries for like an hour or so before coming back in. He tells Betty he'll only let her out when he's sure she's not suicidal, anymore.

♡ After she calms down, he unchains her and takes off her straightjacket before offering a shower and fresh clothes..

♡ “Why?”

“Whaddya mean ‘why?’ Because you stink, dipstick! I traced your stench from Wizard City all the way to that Glob-damned tree of yours. That's why.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Promise?”

♡ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

♡ All the clothes he gives her were once Margles’, by the way. He thinks Betty's really cute and he’s kinda trying to get laid, okay? He's a weird fucking creeper like that. Don't act like he wouldn't do that.

♡ They spend three days together until he decides she's no longer suicidal. Magic Man plays therapist with her and teases and jokes about all her problems.

♡ When he learns about her connection to the Ice King (or is it ‘Simon’ now? He doesn't care which. He's a jerk), he agrees to help teach Betty magic. Not that he believes it's possible to cure him, although he is curious. It's fun to watch her try. And he likes having her around. My dude may be an ass hat, but he's lonely.

♡ After the three days are up, he gives her some supplies and sets her free. He even gives her a more enhanced elixir that lasts longer for half the dosage.

♡ Now that Betty has an okay lead on fixing Simon, she has hope again for the first time since arriving in Ooo.

♡ Oftentimes, Betty hovers over the Ice Kingdom and observes him. Even though it hurts, she pushes through it like she's punishing herself.

♡ She goes back to Wizard City to observe other wizards and do her own research on magic. Magic Man meets her for lessons once a day.

♡ Tiny Manticore tries to warn Betty how dangerously insane Magic Man really is. Obviously, she doesn't listen. They do become sort of acquaintances, though.

♡ After a couple weeks of teaching, Magic Man becomes a little too. . .comfortable with her.

♡ “Sooooo. . .I'm not sure if you noticed, but Ooo’s human population is in the single digits zone. But Ive read all about you and I heard you guys are. . .pretty sexual creatures.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean??”

“It's whatever you want it to mean, Princess.”

“I’M NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!!”

“Yeah. . .we’ll see.”

♡ Even though he knows he's taking advantage of her vulnerability and her fragile state of mind, he still pursues her. He misses Margles'. Betty misses Simon. It would be beneficial for both of them to use each other in an attempt not to feel so lonely anymore. Right?

♡ Betty would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. She missed Simon so much. She missed being touched, too.

♡ Within a day of their last conversation, Betty experiences an intense drop in her mood. Overwhelmed by everything that she has been through lately, she turns to Magic Man in need of comfort, craving to be held and touched. He's more than glad to ‘help.’

♡ He lets her ride him before testing the waters further, pulling her hair and treating her like a ragdoll. she begs to be used, to be fucked harder and harder. It helps her forget everything bad for a while.

♡ This becomes their regular pastime.

♡ Since Magic Man’s also a total goofball, it shows during sex. Completely unprompted, as Betty’s close to cumming, he’ll wave his hands and say “Hey. Wanna see a magic trick??”

♡ He uses magic to make her orgasms more intense.

♡ Their relationship is. . .it's complicated. Let's just leave it at that.

♡ Betty's hair is a shade or two darker than the sand on Mars. It reminds Magic Man of home.

♡ Yes. Tiny Manticore can hear and occasionally see everything they're doing.

♡ He finds it hot in the beginning, just watching them like a total perv. Eventually, he gets tired and annoyed by it. They're both horny freaks, we know, but. . .how the fuck do they have that much stamina????

♡ No amount of therapy will ever make this bullshit okay.

♡ It’s no secret Magic Man is the biggest Jerk in all of Ooo. And he is just as bad in the sheets. He gets off on the power he holds over Betty, and how dependent she is on his company since she can’t be with Simon.

♡ Magic Man doesn't say anything to Betty about her unknown pregnancy until a month after they started their whole ‘friends with benefits’ dynamic when he saw her throw up for the first time.

♡ “What's the matter, Betty? Did the plague finally come back and take you as its first victim??”

“No, you asshole. It's just a stomach bug. Eating wild fruit will do that to you.”

“Yeah, sure. It could be a big. Or. . .”

“‘Or,’ what?”

“Maybe. . .you got knocked up???”

“That's. . .that's not funny.”

“Was it supposed to sound funny?? Am I laughing??”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Can't be.”

“Are you suuurre?? When's the last time Mother Nature visited and spilled red wine where the sun don't shine, Bethany???”

♡ Even though they're both irresponsible and nasty AF, they take precautions. Magic Man never finishes inside of Betty. But he's only genetically compatible with other Martians, so it doesn't matter either way.

♡ Over the next few weeks of studying magic, MMS, and fucking around with each other, Magic Man teases Betty at least once a day about being pregnant. She always brushes him off, thinking he's just messing with her like he normally does.

♡ At the same time, she can't deny that her mood swings are more intense than usual, her breasts are swelling, and she's craving odd combinations of food.

♡ Just the very thought of having a baby without Simon beside her was enough to send her into a panic attack. She couldn't be a parent if she wasn't properly medicated like she was a thousand years back in the past. What if she hurt her baby? What if she accidentally killed it? It hurt too much to think about. So, she didn't.

♡ It isn't until after she does the ritual with Magic Man to make him the king of Mars that she realizes he was telling the truth.

♡ Having MMS suddenly forced upon her, along with the overwhelming amount of knowledge of the universe now in her head didn't help. With her new Wizard eyes and awareness of her body, Betty could no longer lie to herself about what was happening to her.

♡ “LATERS!!!”

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[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever :D

Though it's actually on Wednesday this week, hehe.

Tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter!

Tagging the most esteemed @friend-of-giants, @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense and @saltymaplesyrup!

I did share the last lines of this particular chapter earlier this week, so I'll pick a few paragraphs from earlier on! I actually just posted a chapter today that this will call back to. (: Enjoy!

“Calm down for a second,” Teldryn said. “I’m the one that’s supposed to be upset about the ice and cold.” He kicked at a few rocks and pebbles, all of them mostly wedged into thick ice. “He’s messing with me, but I know it’s because there’s work to do here. I flat out refused to check it out before. But I recognize where we are.” He watched as Nyenna wrestled with fury and fear, then decided to let them both go. She sighed and crossed her arms. They walked into the cave together, blessedly out of the biting wind, before she spoke.

“So what does he want from here?” Nyenna asked warily, scanning the place. Her eyes caught on something across the way, but she tore her gaze away.

“There’s interference here. This is as close as we can get to Benkongerike where another of his stupid books is apparently hidden,” Teldryn said. “In other words, this place… Or, really, the entire fucking iceberg of a coast is haunted. Hopefully not by more liches. I’m not sure what the theory is.”

“You knew he was collecting Black Books? Daedric artifacts?” Nyenna asked, looking aghast.

“It’s not as bad as all that. They’re safer with him,” Teldryn said. Nyenna raised an eyebrow. He just shook his head. “He’s a pain in the ass, really, but not evil. At least not in the traditional sense, I suppose.” He could tell with each word that Nyenna was getting more and more apprehensive about the whole thing. He scratched the back of his neck. “Just trust me on this, alright? Let’s figure out what is causing all the fuss here.”

“It’s probably that,” Nyenna said. She pointed across the cave to what appeared to be a troll skull wedged in the ice. It was adorned with horns that curved upward toward the ceiling. There was something familiar about that, but Teldryn couldn’t quite place it. “I noticed it almost immediately. It’s got some kind of magic attached to it. Not sure exactly what it is from back here, though.”

She motioned for him to follow. Something twisted in Teldryn’s gut as he walked behind her. It all seemed like a bad idea, suddenly. Nyenna was so casually walking toward the thing, but it was all wrong. He watched as time almost seemed to slow, her breath a cloud in the chilled air, arm outstretched toward the thing. Little stolen candles flickered and melted down on worn wooden boxes. Tiny, sharp spears were dug into the ice, holding up scraps of painted leather. Some were adorned with carved bristleback bones crossed and bound. Tiny carved runes were scrubbed with dirt to bring them forward against the harsh yellow-white of the fragments. All signs of Rieklings. This was an altar. With a shock, Teldryn remembered what this skull must have belonged to. He settled a hand over an amulet he had tucked under his shirt. He could feel the enchantment even through his armor. It bore the same spell signature as the skull in the ice. He gasped as the centuries-old realization hit him like a boulder. This belonged to Karstaag.

“Wait, Nyenna! Don’t – !”

He reached out his hand and caught her sleeve just as her fingers grazed the chilled bone of the frost giant’s skull.

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[winter-dayz]

Bringer of Death

Pairing: Shin Yuna x Reader Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 3278 Warnings: implied major character death; implied suicide; strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

This was your chance. This expedition would cement your place with the company’s excavation team. It was your shot to be taken seriously—to be seen as a real archaeologist and not a junior bookkeeper.

You made it to the dig site without much fanfare, a recently uncovered tomb that had just barely been breached. The original finders’ team gave up the excavation, opening the site to bids with historical societies. Your company won the bid, but since the more senior archaeologists were working on several other big projects across Egypt, China, Peru, and Mexico, you were tasked with the small, newly opened excavation.

As you trekked down the steep, crumbling stone stairs to the tomb’s entrance, you passed by the few remaining archaeologists from the original team. You nodded to them politely, skirting past, but were stopped short by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you…” The last man in the small group whispered harshly. He looked up to his team members, all of whom glanced at you before rapidly looking away. They refused to meet your confused eyes.

You nodded politely, again, and had to yank your wrist from his tight grasp. “I think I’ll be fine with a few bones and dust. It should be a simple excavation, really.”

It really should. Why this team had chosen to give up a brand new find baffled everyone at your company, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This could be your big break.

“I’m tellin’ you, girlie. There’s something in that tomb. Something that don’t want us messin’ with it.” He gritted out. His eyes were wild, and as he reached to grab your arm again, you hustled down several more steps.

“Well, if I get turned into a mummy. You’ll be the first one I’m coming after.” You spat back at the aggressive man.

🎃

Contrary to what that man had warned you about, the tomb seemed to be mostly empty. Honestly, it was no wonder your company managed to snag the bid for so low.

After descending the stairs, an archway opened into a large empty stone room. There were two rooms off of the main room, filled with dust and grime. There were a few pedestals as if items were meant to be displayed, but there weren’t any actual artifacts. Maybe the previous team had looted them…

So, what was the point of this job, anyway? You were hoping this would’ve been your big breakthrough, but it was so barren, there wasn’t really anything to work with.

You meandered through the desolate rooms anyway, inspecting the stone work. Based on the uneven amounts of dust on the pedestals, it did seem that there used to be something perched on them, but it had still been many, many years since those items would’ve been stolen so it hadn’t been the original team like you’d previously thought. More likely raiders from a few decades ago at least.

What really threw you for a loop was one wall in the main room. You could swear you heard shuffling and felt a breeze behind a small section. You leaned in, noticing again how the grime on the stones seemed uneven, and pushed on those bricks.

A click. A rumble. The wall slid up.

Now this was the kind of thing you were hoping for. A secret room? It was just like The Mummy. Maybe you really would find something “scary” in a hidden room and that crazed man from before would’ve been proven right. It’d at least be more exciting than the dust you had been observing so far.

You wandered through the secret passage, which seemed to slope at a gentle downwards spiral. Eventually, you saw the flickering of candles through an open archway. You had no time to wonder who would be keeping the candles lit though when as soon as you crossed the arch’s threshold, you found yourself staring into the eyes of a woman.

She sat, straight and confident, upon a throne at the back of the room.

Around her neck were layers and layers of expensive looking chains and jeweled talisman necklaces; even her clothing seemed to be of the quality of linens and silks you couldn’t find just anywhere. Between the two of you laid a large, majestic sarcophagus. Vases, gems, silver and gold all laid about, overflowing around the room. And the kicker? Everything looked pristine. Not a speck of dirt, dust, or grime on anything. Even the stonework and murals on the walls looked as fresh as the day they would’ve been created.

The woman, young and beautiful, kept her big, round eyes narrowed on you as you took in the state of your surroundings with obvious confusion. She was a bit pale, which was understandable if she’d been trapped in this tomb since the previous team left—which had to be the only way she was here, right?

“Who are you? What are you doing in my domain?” The strange woman demanded, finally breaking your engrossment of everything.

Your eyes wide and head tilted in confusion. What were you doing here, no, what was she doing here? You assumed she must’ve been trapped and abandoned by the previous team, but then… How did she even get into this room? It had been sealed by a secret wall. The stones you had pressed to uncover it had been undisturbed. Also, if she had been abandoned accidentally, why didn’t she seem scared or hungry? Why was she just as luxurious and pristine as everything else in the room, despite the rest of the tomb being so dirty? 

You finally found your words through the endless stream of questions racking your brain. “My name is Y/N. I’m an archaeologist.”

“Speak plainly, peasant.” The woman kept her eyes narrowed and tilted her chin up to look at you down her nose. “What is your purpose here?”

How much more “plain” could you speak? Didn’t she know what an archaeologist is? “I…” You hesitated to find your wording, “I’m like a librarian.”

“Are you here to steal from me?”

“No!” You shouted, appalled. While some companies took things from archaeological digs to sell to museums or rich snobs, yours did not. It worked to document the history and culture before returning the items to a pristine, preserved condition that remained with the original country.  “I’m a scholar, not a treasure hunter.”

“So you have come here to study?”

“Um… yeah.” This was insane. Maybe you actually should’ve listened to that man’s warnings.

“What year is it? I am surprised by a woman scholar.” What year is it? My god, how long had she been trapped? You flinched but told her the date regardless. “Ah, well I’m glad to see humans have progressed.”

She stood from her throne and bowed politely. “I am Shin Yuna. This is my tomb.”

Holy shit. It really is like The Mummy.

🎃

To say you believed Yuna was the owner of the tomb would’ve been a gross misconception.

After being welcomed in by someone claiming to be a thousands-year-old woman, you acted politely and kept a six foot distance at all times, only gazing over the objects and not even truly studying anything.

You left early that day with the excuse that you didn’t have proper equipment.

And then the rug was ripped out from under you when you dug into the town’s local history and the country’s governmental archives.

Shin Yuna was the most revered princess in the country’s history… From 2000 years ago. Despite it not being a woman’s place at the time, she was a fierce warrior and intelligent scholar. The texts spoke of her love for crafting clothes and storytelling as well. She was an all-around enlightened and beloved woman of the area.

Unfortunately, she was killed in a surprise attack on one of the villages she had been visiting. She died protecting the children and mothers during the raid.

To show their admiration and deep grief at the loss of their princess, it was said the country performed a ritual when burying her in the tomb. She was put to rest with great treasures and supposed magical items to help her move on peacefully if she felt her duty was completed; however if Yuna’s spirit felt she had not accomplished enough, she would rise again to lead her people once more.

And it seemed to have worked.

As did the seal on the door to protect her ritual burial… Just, maybe that seal had worked a bit too well, since she hadn’t left her tomb in 2000 years.

Which definitely showed when you came back around to start working.

Yuna was insatiable for knowledge, and for days on end while you were carefully observing and cataloging the items in the tomb, she would ask questions. She wanted to know all about how the world had changed, evolved, and adapted. She wanted to know about how her country had blossomed. She wanted to know the things you had seen when you had traveled, the kinds of art and fashion in style throughout the centuries. She wanted to know if stories were still being told about her villages… which is when you had to disappoint her and tell her that, until recently when her tomb had been discovered, no one widespread had really known much of her people.

She hated that. It put her in a bad mood, and she began sulking.

You kinda hated that. Yuna, for essentially a mummy and immortal woman who had been trapped for an unimaginable amount of time, was such a bubbly person. To see her upset didn’t sit right with you, but there wasn’t much you thought you could do to fix it.

Until one afternoon it boiled over when you began actually moving items around to see the smaller artifacts.

“You can’t just go rifling through my things!” Yuna shouted, more of a whine than in anger, following closely behind you as you carefully moved a vase. “Have you no respect for the dead?”

You sighed, “Yuna, it’s literally my job. I have to catalog what has been discovered. Look, I’m being extremely careful and respectful. ” You added a muttered, “You’re not even really dead,” under your breath.

Yuna huffed, her cute lips pouting. Cute? Well… yes, she did look rather cute pouting like that even if you wish she wasn’t so upset recently… “Why do you even need to do that?” She mumbled through cute, pouty lips.

“So that we can teach and learn from your history.”

Her eyes brightened, and her lips split into a big grin. It was such a simple thing to you, just a part of your job. But, apparently, it was just the right thing to pull Yuna out of her funk. “You’ll tell stories about me and my people? Okay, then rifle away!”

Fuck, she’s adorable.

🎃

Something of a friendship blossomed between you and the former princess. Although, neither of you could deny the obvious attraction that grew as well.

You didn’t think “flirting” was a thing when Yuna was properly alive, but she was damn good at it, regardless.

You, on the other hand, were awkward. Like a little bird trying to impress, you brought her modern-day gifts and things to try. When she expressed her fascination with your manicure, you brought her nail polishes in all different colors to try. She loved the soft, subtle pinks the most. When you had an extra long day planned, you went and got pizzas. She didn’t need to eat, but she appreciated the new flavors anyway. When she talked about how much she used to love to sew and try new clothes, you brought her magazines. She had really loved your talks about art and fashion before so when she saw pictures, she was ecstatic.

And you… You felt a certain amount of pride in having brought such a big smile to such a beautiful face. You felt a warmth in your belly at the way her hand would gently caress your shoulder in thanks for a gift. You felt a dizziness when she would stand just a little bit closer to you and exchange stories and knowledge…

🎃

“Death is only the beginning…” You whispered out, polishing the stone.

Yuna looked up from where she was painting her nails. “Hm? What did you say, precious?”

You blushed, still unused to the nickname she had adopted for you, looking over your shoulder to the beautiful woman. She met your eyes with a playful glint. Even when you turned away, you knew she was watching you work. “Oh nothing… I was just reading the inscription on your sarcophagus. It’s a bit ominous, don’t you think?”

When you looked back to her, after she remained silent for a moment, you caught her shrugging nonchalantly. “I was trying to be optimistic, actually. Hopes for the afterlife to be paradise and all that.”

“Well, it kind of sounds foreboding.”

“Well, yeah, it was to stop tomb raiders too. They need to think there’s a curse here,” Yuna giggled softly.

“Curse, my ass.” You mumbled getting back to work.

Your new… friend might be a mummy. Magic might be real. But you’d be damned if you thought anything in this place was cursed.

Yuna paused in her painting, hopping down from where she perched on the throne and coming to lean against the sarcophagus. “You don’t believe in curses?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re real and alive… Kind of… So I’m sure curses are too. But, I can’t find it in me to believe that you would’ve actually cursed anything here.” You paused, pulling off your gloves. “Your plan to make outsiders believe this place is cursed is working, though, you know. I was at a bar one town over the other night, and this guy was so insistent to warn me away. ‘There is a creature in those depths. The Bringer of Death. It will never eat. Never sleep. Never stop.’ A superstitious drunk if I’ve ever seen one. He definitely didn’t believe that the tomb was a couple empty, dirty rooms like I countered with.”

Yuna and you tried to stare each other down but easily broke into giggles. You leaned against the sarcophagus, which you’re sure would make your boss spiral into a fit if they saw, and nudged her playfully.

Eventually, she sighed out, “Well, I am no man, and I care not for ‘bringing death,’ but that drunkard was right that I cannot sleep or eat. A shame too, I really enjoyed that pizza you brought me, precious.”

🎃

You don’t really know how you got here.

Logically, it made sense. Yuna and you had been dancing around each other, making heart eyes, for days.

But you hadn’t fathomed it would culminate in her soft lips against yours.

She held you firmly, despite her gentle disposition, refusing to let you move away for even a second to breathe. One hand grasped your waist, teasing to inch south and caress your backside, while the other trailed up your own arm. Her nails grazed lightly, soothingly, against your bare flesh and sent chills up your spine in the most pleasurable way.

You really couldn’t believe this was happening.

Yuna finally pulled away, only a hair’s breadth, to allow you to gasp in oxygen. You sighed as she ran her nose along yours, both of you with fluttering eyes and small smiles. Her grasp on you didn’t falter; one hand holding your waist firmly, the other now cupping your neck sweetly.

“Jesus, princess,” You spoke softly, leaning your forehead to hers. “You literally stole my breath away.”

Yuna hummed and rubbed her nose back and forth against yours affectionately. “If I could have it my way, I’d steal all of you and keep you here forever, precious.”

You both giggled, but yours trailed off as one of her talisman necklaces caught your eye.

It was mesmerizing, and you pulled away a bit further to get a better view. Your own hand, of which both had been wrapped around Yuna’s neck, trailed down to lift the stone.

“This amulet… There are legends about it…” You finally spoke again, still breathless. Both from the kiss and from the beautiful, opalescent gem resting between the two of your chests.

“Oh, really?” Yuna asked, sounding distracted. She would always indulge in your stories though, even if she was obviously eyeing your lips and thinking of other things. “Like what?”

“It’s rumored to have the power to bring the dead to life. I’ve heard, recently actually, of a treasure hunter searching for it. He wants to resurrect his wife.”

“We’ll make sure that we don’t bring anyone back from the dead then…” Yuna kissed your cheek, seeing the way you tilted your head at her in teasing disbelief. “Okay, well anyone else.” She smiled smally.

🎃

“The hunter you spoke of. He broke into the tomb last night.”

That was the last thing you wanted to be greeted with. “What!? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he steal the amulet?”

“Thankfully, he did not discover the hidden door to this sanctum. Both I and the amulet are safe for now… The powers bestowed on me through these talismans allow me to see who crosses the threshold and inflict whatever hallucination and emotion I deem fit. When you first entered, your aura felt safe. Hungry, which I now know was for knowledge, but safe.” Yuna smiled at you, before it fell into a scowl. “This man, though… His aura felt like those that were here before you. Greedy, selfish, dark. Like them, I used my abilities to inflict a foreboding feeling of doom and death and hallucinations of the shadows enclosing. His resolve was stronger than theirs had been, I fear.”

“What do we need to do, princess?”

She smiled again, this time wistfully. “Not we… I.” Yuna removed the opalescent talisman from her neck. “You will take the unenchanted and non-magical artifacts with you today. I know you finished cataloging days ago anyway… I want you to tell stories about me and my people. I want everyone to know that the people of this country descend from a resilient ancestry full of magic and ferocity and brilliance. I want the little girls, especially, to know they can be a warrior and a scholar.” She breathed, her eyes watery. “You will do this. You will tell these stories and be successful and alive. And I will destroy this amulet and collapse the tomb. I will die along with this dangerous magic, but I will die having completed my duty in keeping my people safe.”

Your eyes widened, full of tears, at her words. “I don’t want to lose you! You’re… you’re my friend, princess.”

Yuna sniffled, holding back her own sobs with a joke, “Well, you cannot stay. I’m almost positive that would kill you. Lack of air and all…” She leaned in slowly to kiss the tear tracks from your cheeks. “Besides, it would get dull rather quickly when I am put to eternal rest.”

You nodded, slowly packing up your things. Yuna had taken the liberty to stack the artifacts into your wagon before you even arrived. “I’m going to miss you…”

“I’m sorry it must end this way, but I did enjoy our brief time together.” Yuna took off one of her other precious necklaces, clasping it around your neck before you left the chamber. “I guess I did turn out to be the Bringer of Death… Just, it is my own.”

#itzy #shin yuna #reader #shin yuna x reader #itzy x reader #angst #fluff #mummy au #the mummy 1999 #oneshot #fictober

[lightupthemoon]

Dress

Summary: All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Soft Smut, but smut nonetheless.

Word Count: 4.2 K

Read on AO3

Author's Note: I am back with another story simping for Kate Bishop. This one goes out to my friend @ittynyte (who also made this awesome cover pic I'm still screaming ily) for leaving me that ask combining my two favorite things: Taylor Swift songs and Hailee Steinfeld's hot Instagram posts.

Did I give Kate Bishop a makeover to fit Hailee's picture? Yes. Do I regret it? No. Sue me.

ENJOY!!!!!!!!

Sitting at the bar of a luxurious hotel, you were hyper-aware of your surroundings, expertly keeping track of everything going on in the room. You knew every exit route, every security camera to avoid, and the number of guards you'd have to knock out if things went south. You were focused, and prepared. 

The doors of the bar swung open, your eyes darting to it as an instinct. Your mouth went dry, the half-empty glass in your hand shaking slightly at the sight. 

“I know I look hot but quit staring,” you heard someone say through the intercoms in your ear, the prominent Russian accent letting you know it was the blonde woman in the white pants suit that had walked in the direction of the casino. You could almost feel the smirk on her lips. 

"I wasn't looking at you," you clapped back, your gaze following the girl in a tight-fitted cutout black dress, long honey-colored curls falling down her bare back, taking a seat at the other end of the bar. The bartender rushed and stumbled to offer her a drink, making a show of mixing the drink she asked for. She smiled at the bartender's efforts, sneaking a glance your way. You smiled politely as if you truly were two strangers meeting at a bar, your mind immediately traveling to incriminating thoughts of burying your fingers in the curls of her hair, kissing every inch of her exposed skin and–

“You like my dress, then, huh?” 

The girl’s giggling voice through the intercoms snapped you out of your trance, making you look away to try and conceal the heat creeping up your neck. Much like the blonde, you didn't have to see the expression on her face to know she was aware of the effect she had on you. You downed your drink, signaling the bartender to bring you another. 

You had to keep it together. 

You were on a mission.

“I’ll have you both know I liked working with Clint and Natasha better,” you huffed, your eyes fixated on the brownish liquid. “Kate, your target is the VIP area, you only have to distract him. Yelena, his office is on the upper floor, you know what to do. Just remember we don’t want to make a scandal.”

“Relax, Y/L/N, I'm a professional.”

Both women sprung into action. Yelena settled by the blackjack table, feigning interest in the various loud drunk men trying to outdo one another. Kate slipped into the back of the room, holding her martini with the elegance of a high-born lady, her hips swaying side to side with her every move. You couldn't help but stare, and on any other occasion that would have blown your cover, but every set of eyes nearby were glued to Kate, and the way her dress hugged every curve perfectly. You wanted nothing more than to slap the stupid grin off the bouncer’s face that let her in the VIP area, too busy checking out her ass as she walked past him to ask questions. Kate immediately caught the attention of the target, a robust man surrounded by girls in short skirts and stilettos, clearly annoyed that the most beautiful woman in the bar wasn't by his side. 

According to the information you had gotten from the Black Widow herself, he worked under the alias "Gridlock" and was the main supplier of stolen artifacts for several black market auctions across the globe. He had a hidden stash of Wakandian weaponry, as well as several gadgets lost during the battles against Thanos. He was a dangerous, powerful man that loved attention, and much to your dismay, Kate's job was to do just that, give him all of her attention long enough for Yelena to find the artifacts' location in his archives. 

Gridlock called Kate over, making all the other women around him scatter through the area. You had to take a deep breath when you listened through the intercoms as Kate flirted with the target, glancing at them over the rim of your glass. Gridlock pulled Kate closer by grabbing her ass, the archer resting her perfectly manicured fingers over the lapel of his grey suit with a small laugh, batting her eyelashes as if she enjoyed his touch. You gripped your glass so tightly that your knuckles turned white. If it wasn't for the clear orders not to engage unless any of your partners was in imminent danger, you would have beaten the shit out of that disgusting man for daring to touch Kate. 

When Romanoff and Barton practically forced you to help train the rookies, you never really expected anyone to pique your interest the way Kate Bishop did from day one. Despite her recklessness and her tendency to run headfirst into trouble, the young archer was disciplined, talented, and determined to become the greatest Hawkeye the world had ever seen. Her conviction to prove she was nothing like her mother made her work tirelessly, staying behind to keep on training even after everyone had left. Naturally, her infallible drive attracted you. You took it upon yourself to help her, polishing the areas of hand-to-hand combat she hadn't mastered, prepping her for every dangerous scenario she could encounter, teaching her about the threats and enemies you had faced in your years working under what you and the other agents called The Original Six. You spent hours and hours together, getting to know and trust each other, and soon enough, she was easily taking you down in the sparring room. The kiss that happened after she straddled you on the floor with a victorious laugh wasn’t an accident. 

“Target secured, Belova,” You said between gritted teeth. “Let’s get this rolling.”

“Is that jealousy I hear, Y/L/N?” Yelena teased you. You scoffed in response. “I’ll be done in 10, be ready.”  

You rolled your eyes at Yelena's overconfidence, but you knew better than to question the widow. You saw the blonde exit the room from the corner of your eye and you paid your tab. You undid the two buttons of your black suit jacket, shoving your hands in your pockets as you nonchalantly walked near the end of the room, close enough to keep your eyes on Kate. Gridlock's security guarded each corner of the VIP area, with two standing on each side of where the man and Kate sat. Gridlock was muttering something in the archer's ear, his arm possessively thrown over her shoulders, and you briefly considered forgetting the mission to get his dirty hands off the archer. 

As if she was reading your mind, sapphire eyes briefly met yours. A half-smirk graced her lips as she threw one of her legs over his knee, the fabric of her dress raising a little to widen the view of her perfectly toned legs. Your hands trembled, and your breathing hitched. Kate bit her lip, returning her attention to Gridlock, who looked just about ready to lose it at the sight of her.

Before you could do anything rash, a loud explosion made the ceiling shake, followed by muffled gunshots, absolute mayhem breaking out immediately. 

"Damn it, Yelena, what did you do?" You whisper-yelled, slipping out of the way. 

Yelena panted in your ear. "Aggressive negotiations. I got the info–shit!–gonna fight my way out now."

You shook your head in disapproval, instinctively bringing a hand to the gun strapped to your back. "Give me your exact location, I'm on my way." 

"You offend me, Y/N Y/L/N, I got this," Yelena replied. "Just get your girlfriend and get out of here. I'll meet you back at the rendezvous point." 

You had no time to complain before you heard Yelena turning off her coms, a thing she constantly did because a trained assassin doesn't need any help. Her words, not yours. You sighed, returning to assessing the situation around you. 

Gridlock's security was already trying to get him out of there, but he was refusing to leave without the gorgeous woman. The guards surrounded him, rambling on about his safety as they pulled a protesting Kate away from him, the archer yelling something about getting their hands off of her. You took advantage of the commotion to slip into the VIP area, widow bites sponsored by your favorite former assassins at the ready. Gridlock instructed one of the guards to take Kate to him as the rest of his security team escorted him out of the premises. The guard grabbed Kate's arm, making your blood boil, but you barely had time to react when the archer had already elbowed him in the face and kneed him in the stomach, incapacitating him in the blink of an eye. 

"Fuck, that was hot."

Kate lifted her gaze from the man on the floor, sapphire blue sparkling when she saw you. She smiled. "Let's go before he sends someone else." 

You pulled Kate in the opposite direction of the tumult by grabbing her hand. Despite being in alarmingly high stilettos, Kate kept up your pace, not once letting go of your hand as you guided her through the halls of the hotel, in search of a back exit for the staff. 

You only agreed to keep your relationship a secret after Yelena caught you and Kate giggling in a bathtub together after a mission, drunk in love and white wine. While the widow was happy for you, she was someone used to losing people she loved and she made sure to remind you how dangerous it would be if the information fell into the wrong hands. The blonde swore to keep your secret but you knew that if anybody truly paid attention, they would notice the way Kate made your world turn. To you, Kate shined so brightly it was hard to concentrate on anything other than her whenever the archer was around. In fact, you avoided taking on missions together for this very reason, fully aware you'd throw your duty out of the window if Kate's life was on the line. You only agreed on taking that specific assignment because you had been working to catch Gridlock for a long time, and Yelena was a part of your team. 

At that moment, you were regretting that decision. 

"Do you have any weapons on you?" You asked without turning back to Kate, concentrating on getting her out of there. 

"Well, I have you." 

"No knives strapped to your thighs this time?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like you, Bishop." 

She chuckled lightly. "Dress too tight. You wouldn't want me to give a show to get my weapons, would you?" 

You rolled your eyes as a response. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, wincing. "There are five guards in the direction we are headed. Wanna let me borrow the bites?" 

"Not particularly, no," You replied, looking around for another exit route. 

"Why not? I'll have you know I'm excellent at–" 

"Shocking people accidentally? Trust me, I know." 

"That was one time." 

"Come this way."

Fighting your way out of the hotel seemed unavoidable. Every corner you turned, you found new guards coming out of nowhere, strapped with guns you had never seen in your life that seemed dangerous enough to tighten your grip on Kate. Fortunately, none of them seem to be looking for the gorgeous woman beside you, which made it easier to think. After a good 20 minutes of running around the hotel, you finally made it to the kitchens and found a backdoor entrance, shocking the two security men guarding it unconscious with the bites. Once out of the building, you threw your arm around Kate's shoulders, pulling her close and instructing her to look down to hide your faces from any security cameras on your way to your car. 

Silence reigned until you made it to the vehicle, parked a couple of blocks away from the building, an exhausted Kate groaning in the passenger seat as soon as her door closed, taking off her shoes immediately while you started the car to drive away from the wreck. 

"That was a close one," Kate muttered as she leaned back in her seat, a big breath escaping her chest. "Do you think Yelena made it out okay?" 

"I haven't met anyone that can take her down, and it certainly won't be Gridlock," You reassured her with a bit of venom in your voice as you said his name. "She'll be okay." 

The cocky smile was evident in her voice as Kate said, "Y/N Y/L/N, are you jealous of our target?" 

"Of course not," you denied way too quickly. You received an amused 'mhm' in return. "Why would I be jealous of a guy that willingly calls himself Gridlock? That's a stupid name." 

You briefly looked over to Kate, whose smile couldn't be bigger. She gave you a light shrug, absent-mindedly smoothing her tongue over her lips as she looked out of her window. You had to look away immediately, otherwise, you'd crash your car in favor of finally getting to kiss her. 

The rendezvous point was a security house on the outskirts of the city, close enough to keep operations running but far enough to stay out of your enemies' radar. Having a trained assassin, a highly skilled archer, and a veteran agent in this case, Fury had opted against sending a team to assist you. You could get it done in no time, he said.

Given the circumstances, Yelena would take some time in coming back, making sure no one followed her. Which meant it would be only you and Kate for the rest of the night. 

With that knowledge in the back of your mind, the front door had barely closed behind Kate when you pressed her against it, your lips immediately landing on hers. You cradled her face, pulling her impossibly closer. She moaned softly, wrapping her arms around your waist, tilting her head a bit to the side for a better angle. Your tongue brushed over her bottom lip, asking for access to deepen the kiss. She granted it immediately, humming in satisfaction when your tongues met halfway. Without breaking the kiss, your hands slid from her face to her bare back, tracing your fingertips over her golden skin. The archer shivered at the contact, leaning her head back on the door to focus on taking off your jacket, exposing more skin for you to kiss. Your lips trailed their way down to her neck in silky kisses as your jacket fell on the floor, evoking small whines to come out of her throat and making your insides burn in anticipation. 

"Y/N," Kate whimpered, her grip on your waist tightening. "Yelena could show up any minute and catch us again." 

"I don't care." 

"Baby," Kate tried again, closing her eyes in pleasure as you sucked and nipped on the sweet spot on her neck. "She said she'd hurt us if we put her through it again." 

You huffed a little annoyed, stopping your ministrations on Kate's neck and making her whine in protest. You pressed your forehead to her shoulder, your chest heaving. 

"Damn it, Bishop," You muttered, breathing deeply. "How am I supposed to resist when you look like this?" Your hands ghosted over her figure, finding a resting place on her hips. "It's a little unfair." 

"So you do like my dress." 

"Are you really asking me that?" You inquired in disbelief, drawing back to look into her eyes.  A gloating blue sparkle stared back at you, her arms circling your neck. "I almost passed out when you walked through the door. I was all set to put the whole mission in jeopardy to take you away right then and there." 

Kate giggled at your comment, her laugh your favorite sound in the world. She leaned forward to give you a peck. "You did seem ready to break something when he touched me." 

"Ugh, don't remind me," you groaned, pouting. "I still want to kill that idiot for putting his gross hands on you." 

The archer smiled, sapphire blue almost invisible with how blown her pupils were. "I'll let you in on a little secret," Kate muttered as she played with the baby hairs in the back of your neck, her gaze falling to your lips. "I had to pretend it was you touching me instead of him to get through it." She trapped your bottom lip with her teeth for a torturous second, making you mewl. "He kept on saying how he would make me scream his name but all I could think about was how you're the only one that actually knows what I need." She placed a kiss on your jaw, sending electric waves down your spine. "Which is why I got this dress," she continued, leaving another kiss right under your ear. "So you could take it off." 

You couldn't help the moan you let out at her words, your mouth immediately crashing back onto Kate's. Anticipation filled the air, inebriating your senses. Your hands roamed through every inch of her skin within your reach, the way your name kept escaping her lips between whines making you shudder. You could still faintly taste the martini she had at the bar on her tongue, and you were getting lost in her when Kate escaped your embrace. You gasped in indignation, watching her walking towards the stairs. She glanced back at you over her shoulder, the stormy waters of her eyes daring you to follow her before walking up the stairs. Your eyesight followed her every step in awe, your heart about to jump out of your chest. You couldn't help but smile, because you knew you'd follow her to the ends of the Earth if she asked you to. You unstrapped your gun and your widow bites, leaving them on the nearest table, and rushed up the stairs to her room. 

Kate was waiting for you sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the same elegance she held earlier in the bar. You locked the door behind you, your eyes meeting hers while walking over to stand right in front of her. You brushed her cheek with the back of your hand, your thumb tracing over the shape of her lips. Kate pressed a kiss to your finger, looking up at you through her lashes. You kissed her again, softer this time. Your lips moved together in a slow motion, reminiscent of that first kiss in the sparring room when the entire world stopped and only you and her existed. She made quick work of unbuttoning your black shirt open and tearing it off of you, her fingers lingering on your shoulders. You brought your hands to the back of her neck, finding the clip in the thin black fabric strap holding her dress up, your lips now occupied with trailing her jaw. 

Despite having seen her naked many, many times after months of secret encounters, there was something incredibly intimate in undressing her that night, every new inch of skin coming into view for you to kiss a gift you intended to treasure.

You pulled her dress and underwear off, letting all fall down to your feet. She lay down on the bed, her skin glimmering like diamonds under the moonlight, a shower of stars that never shone brighter. You never felt luckier, happier. Kate lost no time in pulling you back into a messy kiss, teeth clanking in urgency. You hovered over her, careful not to rest all your weight on her body, and her finger undid the clasp of your bra, yanking it off in a swift motion. 

"Y/N," Kate huffed, jolts of electricity running up and down your spine at the breathy sound of your name. "I need you."

You sighed, drawing a path back to her neck in sloppy kisses, your hand dipping in between her legs. Kate bucked her hips trying to bring you closer to where she needed you most and you snickered, nipping at her pulse point. 

"Y/N, baby, please," the archer moaned pitifully. "Touch me." 

You peppered more kisses down to her collarbones to her upper chest to the valley of her breasts, leaving small blotches of purple in the shape of your mouth behind. Kate reacted to your touch instantly, eyes shut tight and head thrown back in a sea of honey-colored curls. Your lips wrapped around one perky breast at the same time your fingers finally slid into her wet folds exploringly, the archer whimpering and cursing under her breath, pushing your face deeper into her chest. 

"God, you're so beautiful," you uttered more so to yourself than anything else but she heard you, her eyes fluttering open at your words. She looked down at you with hooded eyes, a tender smile drawing on her mouth. "And you're all mine." 

"Fuck," Kate exclaimed when your teeth graced her already hardened nipple before you moved your attention to her neglected right breast. Your fingers continued their torturously slow exploration, and she mewled, "All yours, baby. Only yours." 

Her words were the only thought in your head as you sank two digits inside her, her guttural moans resonating in the room. You established a steady rhythm, her hips following the same pattern in her desperate need to take more of you. Her chest was already covered in your love marks when your mouth returned to her kiss-swollen lips, Kate far too lost in her pleasure to kiss you back properly. You sped up your movements, curling your fingers inside her to hit the perfect spot, her walls clenching onto you as she came closer to the edge. You took a moment to stare at her contorted features, asking for the millionth time that night how you'd gotten so lucky. 

"Kate," you murmured. "Look at me." 

Just like the day you met her, when the ocean hues found you, your heart thundered in your chest. One of her hands fell on the bed, her mind far too fussy to keep her hold on you, and you took it into your own, lacing your fingers together. 

"Baby, I'm gonna c–hm, fuck, I–" 

"Let go, darling. Cum for me." 

Your words registered in Kate's brain as pleasure flooded her, turning her into a shuddering mess. She felt in another dimension, your digits still moving in and out of her prolonging her ecstasy. Your lips were on her cheek, kissing each of her little freckles as she came down, her chest rising and falling into yours with her heavy breathing. She never looked more beautiful, more yours. 

The moonlight kept being your guide to carve every detail of your lover's body in your memory for the rest of the night, to reminisce and keep her close to your heart whenever you were apart. By the time the early morning sunlight washed the room in soft shades of orange and pink, Kate was safely wrapped in your arms, absolutely spent but refusing to go to sleep to savor her time with you. You lay on the bed in comfortable silence facing each other, her fingertips drawing figure eights on your skin and yours brushing the light brown hair off her face. The feeling in your chest was big, unavoidable, and so warm you never wanted it to end. 

You never wanted this to end. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kate's voice was barely a whisper when she spoke, as if she was scared her pink bubble would burst if she did it too loudly. 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know… different. Like I'm the best thing you've ever seen."

"Well, it's because you are," you said with a gentle smile, cupping her face with your hand and stroking her skin with your thumb. "I don't think I've ever seen something quite like you." 

"Oh, come on." 

"It's true. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bishop. I love you." Kate smiled sheepishly, leaning in to kiss you. "Just don't let it get to your head." 

The archer giggled against your lips. "Oh, I'm absolutely letting it go to my head. Yelena will know as soon as she's here." You sighed dramatically, feigning annoyance. Kate scrunched up her nose, scooting closer to you and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. "But I love you, more." 

"Hm, that's debatable." 

Kate gasped, offended, lighting smacking your arm. "Never." 

You chuckled, leaving a kiss on top of her head, strands of her hair tickling you. 

"I really like your hair, by the way. Blonde suits you." 

Kate lit up, drawing back to grin at you. "You really think so?" she asked, excitedly. "It was just for the mission but I might keep it for a while longer. I didn't think I could pull off blonde but I kinda love it?" 

In very Kate Bishop fashion, she launched into a ramble about her new hair, joyfully sharing every detail of how Yelena convinced her of it to conceal her identity. You listened to her every word, lost in her eyes, more in love than ever before. You only knew one thing for sure. 

You were never letting go of that girl.

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[original-character-championship]

Bracket B Round 1

Poll 16

Max Marsdon (@captaindallasinjorts) vs. Swifty (@coppola-cat)

95. Max Marsdon (@captaindallasinjorts)

he/him

Max is an archaeology student in the 1920s. He tried to finance his PhD by stealing and selling artifacts, and failing that, selling counterfeits. After getting caught, he joined a team of other archaeology students who track down and stop other looters and return the stolen artifacts to their places of origin. He has a one-sided homoerotic rivalry with one of his classmates (it’s unclear if the other guy even knows Max exists) and has accidentally called one of his professors “mom” on multiple occasions. Despite wanting to be a cool suave secret agent type, Max can’t lie or shut up to save his life, and his immediate reaction when faced with a serious problem is to start making puns. He still occasionally tries to steal and sell things sometimes, but now it’s just minor stuff like silverware rather than priceless cultural artifacts. Max loves animals and has adopted two stray cats who he’s named Catshepsut and Cleocatra.

5’5”, thin/athletic build, fair skin, brown collar-length hair and brown eyes

96. Swifty (@coppola-cat)

She/her

Swifty is a 15 year old that was lucky enough to gain the power to commune the winds. As she was given this responsibility as long a cute pair of iridescent bat ears and wings when she’s on the job often redirecting dangerous winds away from human civilization a scary job but her powers give her protection from the worst of wind which is fun because it allows her to marvel at tornadoes. Her identity is kept hidden from her family but her bat aspects seep through: she loves fruits, being upside down on the monkey bars, and noises can reach her from far away so she knows advance when people are coming. This remains secret because nearly no other humans except a few with similar powers can help her. If the secret got out the stress it would bring to her life would be immense, it’s a lot.

#oc championship #tournament poll #bracket b #round 1 #95 max marsdon #96 swifty

[leighsartworks216]

Of Cowboys, Cave Ins, and Crushes

Illinois x gn!reader

Requested by @captain-wordy-and-nerdy:

"*Gallops in on a horse* Good morrow fair wordsmith! I bring you a request from the council. *Unfurls an unnecessarily long scroll* The council hereby requests a story about our favorite adventurer Illinois meeting a GN reader, and flirting with them nonetheless. *Rolls scroll up* Many thanks for your work *Rides away*"

I NEED to do ISWM 2 but I should also maybe do my work for today..... hm...

Warnings: being trapped in a small area, death, the us from AHWM is canonically dead just don't think too hard about it, minor injuries that are not described but that are tenderly taken care of by one (1) cowboy

Word Count: 1686

Masterlist

When you heard about a priceless Egyptian artifact stored away in some god awful temple buried deep in the Sahara Desert, you didn't really expect to find yourself trapped inside. Alone. Well, you weren't originally alone. The poor guy that drove you there was speared into the wall somewhere back toward the entrance.

The room you were trapped in was mostly rock. Paved stones lined the path beneath you, while heavy boulders blocked you in. There was no going back, or forward, as far as you could tell.

You'd just about given up and decided to succumb to your slow death when you heard shouting.

“Hello?” the voice called. It was male, and smooth like chocolate. “Anybody in there?”

“Yes!” you called back. At least now, with someone else, you had a small chance of getting out. “I took a wrong step and the walls caved in.”

He chuckled. It was muffled by the rocks between you. “I can see that.”

You rolled your eyes at the teasing in his voice. You'd dealt with enough people patronizing you about this site alone - you were over it. No matter what you tried explaining to the locals, nobody believed you. Or worse, they didn’t believe you would be able to get in, get the artifact, and get out alive. You would love nothing more than to prove them wrong.

“Know any way of getting me out? Instead of, you know, laughing at my expense?”

He hummed. You heard his feet shuffling over the loose dirt on his side. He was probably appraising the situation. “Is it closed on the other side?”

You glanced back, as though the exit had magically opened up since you had your back to it. “Yup. No sign of light coming in either. I've only got enough light for about two hours.”

More shuffling. You thought you may have heard a sigh, too. “Alright. Just stay here, try to see if there’s any writing on the walls. I'll see if there’s anything in my car.”

“Wait!” His retreating footsteps stopped and got closer once again. “What's your name?”

“Illinois. And yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“It'd be better without the block-in.”

He chuckled again, and left back the way he came. You immediately missed the company.

You grabbed your flashlight and began roaming the perimeter of the dark room. Your hand ran over the wall to feel for any carvings or indentations your eyes might miss. There was nothing at eye level as far as you could tell. You stood back toward the middle and tried to see if there was anything higher up. You could just barely see some messy writing way up there.

“Find anything?” Illinois called.

You made your way back over to the wall so you wouldn’t have to shout as loud. “There’s some writing, but it’s too high for me to see. It looks like hieroglyphics, if I had to guess.”

“Ah, so the Egyptians were the ones to hide the treasure away,” he hummed. “Everyone else assumed it was stolen and hidden away here after some fights between royal ownership broke out.”

“Which is a ridiculous conclusion to jump to. If they were actually paying any attention to expedition records, they would see that slaves and materials were being transported into the desert with no real conclusion given.”

“I like you,” he mused. “Say, once we get you outta this mess and get the treasure, we should get dinner.”

You laughed, looking at the rock wall in disbelief. “You don’t even know what I look like. I could be some hideous monster.”

“Well,” he drawled, “you sound pretty good-lookin’ to me.”

You bit your lip, trying to desperately ignore the warmth rising to your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you turned your flashlight back up to the writing. “Anyway, how are we getting me out?”

“Lucky for you, I may have found a solution to your little problem.”

-

“Well, well, well.” Illinois stepped through the dust in the air. You were ducked in the corner as far away from the entrance wall as possible, arms covering your head. You uncovered yourself and turned in your crouched position to face him. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”

He offered you a hand and helped you get to your feet. You dusted yourself off, wincing at the small cuts and scrapes that littered your arms from the debris that happened to hit you. “Did you really have to blow it up?”

He shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face as he began scouting the small area you’d been trapped in. “It was faster than trying to move everything.” He gestured up at the wall. “Now, where’s those hieroglyphs you found, you handsome-and-or-beautiful creature?”

You rolled your eyes and pointed him to an entirely different section of the wall. “It’s up there. Think you can translate it?”

“Possibly.” He hummed, rubbing the scruff of his neck as he looked at the distant writing. “Could take a minute.”

“Take your time.”

As you waited for him to figure out what the writing said, you rummaged through your bag. It was a bit torn up from the explosion, but nothing a sewing kit in a motel room couldn’t patch up real nice. You pulled out a roll of bandages and a water bottle. It would be better to clean and wrap up your arms before you go any deeper into the temple, to avoid infection and any sand that could bury itself in your injuries.

You held the end of a bandage in your mouth and poured water over your arm. It stung like hell. You made sure to pour extra water over the deeper scratches. Clumsily, you set the water bottle on the ground and got started wrapping up your arm.

“Need some help with that?”

Before you could even protest, the handsome man was taking the roll from you and holding your wrist to carefully and skillfully bandage your arm. You would have complained, but it was easier for him to help you than for you to keep struggling like you were.

“Thanks, Illinois.” You rolled his name off your tongue playfully. It was certainly an unusual name for an equally as unusual man. “So, what brought you around here?”

He shrugged off your gratitude. He felt somewhat responsible for your injuries anyway, no matter how minor. In the hall, he was able to get farther away and find better cover. This room was small and open. There was no situation where you wouldn’t be getting out unscathed.

“Same reason as you, I’m guessing.” He tucked the end of the bandage away, making sure it was secure so it wouldn’t fall off. He picked up your water and began cleaning your other arm unprompted. “Heard about the artifact, found the location of the temple; couldn’t resist.”

“Do you really think it has the power to show someone their greatest desires?”

When you flinched at the water hitting a particularly sore scrape, he apologized quietly. “I think there’s more to it than what they claim. I’ve come across quite a few cursed items and objects that claim to have a greater power attached to them.” He unrolled another bandage.

“And?” you coaxed.

“And,” he continued, “they’re not always what they seem. Found a crystal totem shaped like a monkey a while back. When I returned it to its pedestal, I was transported to Monkey Heaven.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “Monkey Heaven? C’mon, cowboy, I’m not that stupid.” If his cheeks tinted pink at your nickname, he didn’t let it show.

“It’s the truth!” He finished wrapping up your other arm and stood straight with his hands on his hips, defending himself. “I had a good partner to help me return it. When we left the ‘Monkey Heaven Haze’ - their words not mine - we had a jeweled banana and a diamond to show for it.”

“And your partner?”

He got quiet, looking off to the side. “I’ve lost a good many partners in my adventures.”

You didn’t press the matter. The past was in the past, and neither of you were leaving this temple without that artifact. Besides, you’d lost a few good people on your travels, too. All anyone needed to do was look at the man pierced into the wall back there.

“Thanks for the help.” You held up your arms, studying his handiwork. “I appreciate it.”

Pulled back from his thoughts, he smiled at you and tipped his hat. “Anytime.” When he winked, you swore you heard a whip crack somewhere.

-

“There it is.”

One trapdoor, an exhausting swim through leech-infested water, and a simple puzzle involving putting some rocks on a weighted pedestal, and finally you’d made it. Seeing the enclosed room, covered wall to wall in hieroglyphs just waiting to be translated. It took your breath away. And that didn’t even mention the golden scarab sculpture that sat in the middle.

“She’s a real beauty,” Illinois breathed out.

“Yeah.”

The most you could do for several minutes was take in the sight. After today, the likelihood of getting back in this temple and back to this place was slim. You two are the first and probably last people to witness this sanctuary in all its glory.

“What do you say to translating the writing, grabbing the beetle, getting out of here, and going to dinner?”

You chuckled, tearing your eyes from the treasure to look at the cowboy. “Then who gets credit for the artifact?”

He hummed, rubbing his stubble again as he looked at you. There was a special glint in his eye. “I’d be more than happy to share the credit with you,” he offered. “If you agree to dinner, that is.”

“A little persistent there, aren’t we?” You quirked an eyebrow, smirking. “I’ll say yes if… I get full credit for the discovery.”

“Full credit?” He tilted his head down at you questioningly. You hummed an affirmative. A lopsided grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “For dinner with someone as beautiful-and-or-handsome as you? I’ll take that deal.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier egos x reader #illinois #ahwm illinois #illinois x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #fluff

[idontonowyoubro]

Magical love(minsung)

a time, in a quaint little village, there lived a boy named Minho. Although he appeared to be an ordinary boy, he had a secret name, Lee Know. It was a name he held close to his heart, as it embodied his deep love for knowledge and adventure.

One fine day, as Minho was exploring a dense forest near his village, he stumbled upon an ancient artifact. Unbeknownst to him, it was a powerful teleportation device. In a blink of an eye, Minho found himself whisked away to a world straight out of his wildest dreams.

As he took in his surroundings, Minho's eyes widened with awe. This magical realm was brimming with majestic elves and playful fairies. They frolicked among towering trees, their delicate wings shimmering in the soft sunlight. Minho's heart skipped a beat as he realized he had somehow found himself in a land of mythical creatures.

Feeling lost and unsure, Minho set out to navigate the unfamiliar world. As he wandered, he encountered a graceful elf named Han, who also went by the name Haé. Haé possessed ethereal beauty, with radiant green eyes and long, flowing hair that matched the colors of the lush forest.

Haé, sensing Minho's confusion, approached him with kindness and offered his guidance. Grateful for his assistance, Minho's gratitude slowly transformed into admiration. As they spent more time together, their shared adventures and conversations planted the seed of friendship, sparking a sense of belonging in both their hearts.

Minho quickly grew fond of Haé's gentle spirit and unwavering loyalty. Likewise, Haé found himself captivated by Minho's curiosity and courage. In each other's presence, they felt a connection like no other, gradually blossoming into something deeper.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks transformed into months as Minho and Haé explored the enchanting world side by side. Their friendship evolved into a cherished bond, revealing their growing affection for one another. Through stolen glances and heartfelt conversations, it became clear that they had both fallen in love.

However, the knowledge that Minho belonged to another world weighed heavily upon them. They realized that returning to Minho's world was not an option, and Minho had to make a profound decision – to embrace this extraordinary realm and the love he had found within it.

One evening, under the soft glow of a magical moon, Minho and Haé stood near a babbling creek, their hearts heavy with profound emotion. As their eyes met, they quietly acknowledged the deep love that had blossomed between them. Tears shimmered in their eyes as they accepted their fate — Minho would stay in this realm forever, accompanied by the love of his life.

With trembling hands, Minho reached out, gently taking Haé's delicate fingers into his own. In that moment, they let go of their fears and doubts and chose to embrace the love that filled their hearts. They knew that their journey together would be filled with unimaginable adventures, endless laughter, and unyielding support.

Determined to make the most of this realm's wonders, Minho and Haé lived each day to the fullest. They danced under moonlit skies, explored hidden grottoes, and built a life together amidst the realm's magical creations. Their love grew stronger with each passing season, transcending the boundaries of their two worlds.

Minho, once a normal boy, had discovered a world beyond his wildest dreams and had embraced a love that would withstand the test of time. Together, with hearts entwined, Minho and Haé found solace and happiness in their newfound home. And as they watched the sun set upon their vast adventures, they knew that their love would forever remain a beautiful symphony echoing throughout the realm.

As time went by, Minho's fascination with the magical realm grew stronger. He yearned to learn the secrets of this world and harness its power. Through the guidance of Haé and the other magical beings, he discovered his own inherent magical abilities.

Minho delved into the ancient tomes and scrolls, immersing himself in the study of magic. With each passing day, he honed his skills, mastering spells and unlocking the true potential within him. As he grew in strength, his wizardry became a source of wonder and inspiration for all those around him.

Haé, watching with admiration, was filled with pride for her beloved Minho. She knew deep in her heart that he was destined for greatness. Together, they embarked on thrilling adventures, using Minho's newfound powers to aid those in need and protect their cherished realm.

With Minho's ever-growing abilities, he became a beacon of hope for both humans and magical creatures alike. His kind heart and formidable powers gained him respect, and he became a symbol of peace and harmony in a world that yearned for it.

Amidst their magical endeavors, Minho and Haé's love continued to flourish. Their shared laughter and whispered secrets only solidified their connection. They built a home intertwined with love and magic, a sanctuary where they could live in harmony.

As Minho embraced his role as a wizard, he also embarked on a mission to bridge the gap between his old world and this enchanting realm. With the help of fellow magical beings, he created a portal, allowing visitors from his world to experience the wonders that awaited beyond.

The portal became a meeting ground where people from various realms could interact, learn from one another, and celebrate the marvels of magic and friendship. Minho's deep desire to share his newfound home with others sparked a wave of unity and understanding between previously detached realms.

Despite the challenges and obstacles they faced, Minho and Haé's love endured. Their love became a testament to the power of acceptance, compassion, and the courage to embrace the unknown. Together, they proved that love could transcend not only worlds but the boundaries of what was once thought possible.

As the years passed, Minho and Haé's love story became legendary. Their names were whispered with reverence, their tale passed down from generation to generation as a reminder of the boundless beauty and strength found in love.

In the end, Minho's decision to stay in the magical realm was upheld with heartfelt contentment. He and Haé lived a life filled with love, magic, and purpose. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, their shared love shining like a beacon, they knew they had found an everlasting home in each other's hearts.

And so, the wizard Minho and his beloved Haé lived out their days, protecting their realm, embarking on extraordinary adventures, and reminding all who heard their tale that sometimes the most magical love stories arise when we least expect them.

As time went on, Minho's prowess as a wizard continued to grow. His dedication to his craft was unparalleled, and he became known as one of the most formidable wizards in the magical realm. Others marveled at his abilities to summon the elements, cast powerful spells, and manipulate energies with finesse.

Minho's magical abilities extended beyond the confines of the physical world. He delved into ancient arcane arts, exploring the depths of time and space. Through his studies, he discovered the power of astral projection, allowing his spirit to roam freely through different dimensions and realms, unraveling hidden knowledge and secrets that were long forgotten.

Minho became a trusted advisor to the ruling council of the magical realm. His wisdom and keen insight were highly sought after in matters of diplomacy, governance, and the preservation of magical laws. He used his powers not only for personal gain but also for the betterment of the entire realm.

But despite his growing mastery of magic, Minho remained grounded and humble. He understood that true power came not from the strength of spells, but from the purity of intentions and the compassion in his heart. He used his magic to heal, to protect, and to bring harmony to the world around him.

In the enchanted forest where he and Haé first met, Minho established a school of magic, welcoming aspiring young wizards from near and far. He became their mentor, guiding them on their own magical journeys and instilling in them the importance of responsibility and the proper use of their powers.

Under Minho's guidance, the young wizards flourished. They honed their skills, discovered their own unique talents, and together they formed a close-knit community bound by shared experiences and a love for magic. Minho's school became a haven of learning and enlightenment, fostering a new generation of powerful wizards who carried on his legacy.

As minstrels sang songs of Minho's exploits, tales spread across the realms of the renowned wizard who had not only mastered magic but had also used it to bring about positive change. His name became synonymous with justice and wisdom, and people sought his advice from far and wide.

In their quiet moments amidst the chaos of their magical lives, Minho and Haé found solace in the tranquility of their shared existence. Their love became an anchor, a guiding force that kept them grounded in the midst of magical storms. Together, they reveled in the simple joys of life, cherishing each fleeting moment as if it were eternal.

And so, Minho continued to walk the path of a wizard, his magical abilities intertwined with his unwavering love for Haé. Together, they became a symbol of hope and inspiration, a reminder that magic exists not only in spells and enchantments but also in the depths of the human heart.

As their story echoed through the ages, Minho and Haé's love remained an enduring testament to the transformative power of love, the limitless potential of the human spirit, and the beauty that can be found when one embraces their true calling.

And so, the wizard Minho and his beloved Haé lived out their days, leaving behind a legacy of magic, love, and wisdom. Their story would continue to inspire future generations, reminding them that in a world filled with possibilities, the greatest magic of all lies in the power of love.

#minsung #fantasy #love

[melodyofthevoid]

This is me gazing deeply and soulfully into your eyes, asking you to infodump about your OCs to your heart's content- I would love to hear about them 💚

Aw, thank you anon! I've been working on fleshing out my Sun and Moon babe so I guess I'll go into detail on them!

As I've said before, the main plot is the two main characters assume the other dead and go on a rampage to tear the kingdom down in different ways, and meet up at the end realizing "oh shit she's alive" and they're like "eh I'll keep going whatever" and overthrow the kingdom. There's a bit more under the cut about the characters and story for now

Helena (The Moon): The inciter, albeit accidentally. She is a witness to the poisoning of a noble during a party in which she’s working as a servant. Her girlfriend Nessa is initially blamed, but she tries to take the fall, unwilling to watch Nessa die. Unfortunately this fails, as she’s escorted to another room and told Nessa was killed. She’s sent to find an artifact, an old Diadem that hasn’t been seen for years and is probably just a rumor. It was stolen (allegedly) by another kingdom and hidden away, containing unparalleled power. She’s aware it’s p much a death mission, but with nothing else to live for, she embarks, discovering along the way a natural talent for magic, and, perhaps, grander ambitions than simply revenge. With a network of growing allies (or not) she eventually finds the crown and it does in fact have a great deal of power. 

Will she lead the people together, or only take revenge?

Nessa (The Sun): The rebel, the one left behind. Always more of an instigator, she takes the cruelty that she’s been handed and uses it to spark change within the capital of Merynd. Creates a network from her friends still within the castle who don’t believe that she, or her former partner, could’ve done such an act. She was told Helena was executed for her ‘crime’ and she knows that neither were truly responsible. Discontent is rife in the kingdom, and frankly all that is needed is a push, a spark. Piece by piece she works to undo control over sections of the city and get word out. Word of rebellion, not to her knowledge, is being encouraged by a figure draped in silver who will take the crown by force. 

Will the revolution live or die? And for what end?

The Assassin (The eclipse): A pawn of the Republic of Gval, a bitter rival and the next on the King’s list of countries to subsume. Despite the turmoil of the past few years, word of the fall of the previous regime isn’t confirmed yet. There’s suspicion and stories, but while the previous leaders weren’t liked, it’s not like those in power like the idea of a super powered new queen out of nowhere. In fact, now that Merynd is on the rocks, it’s a perfect time to strike. He’s a professional, good at his job. Get in, get out, kill the target, get paid. Does generally care about collateral in that it can lead back to him, so tries not to go for messy kills. Has no fixed identity and goes by any number of names depending on the situation. The more time he spends in Merynd, after getting the job of a lifetime, the more confused he is by the state of things until he is faced with the truth. Is the gold worth it for a nation? 

For what country will his blade fall? 

The format for the story has varied a bit, but I kinda like the idea of a visual novel sort of deal with diverging paths for the different protagonists and their stories.

Game Plot: The game follows Helena's timeline, Nessa's timeline and the perspective of some rando assassin dude Anyways you can play as either in either order but their goals are similar: kill the queen of this country. Helena and Nessa's are more straightforward but with the guy things are tricky. People actually seem to... like the queen? She's not the huge bitch that Helena dealt with, there's no king mentioned despite the queen being married, so what's up? Also some of the towns have different names and shops with the same name are run by different people 

Once Helena gets the crown artifact, that's where her story stops initially, with her going to confront the queen.

The guy's story stops when he goes to confront the queen too. He's faced with various factions and rival assassins that can impact the way the ending turns out. 

The big twist is that Helena's story was like, 15 years prior to the assassin, and that she is the queen the other country is trying to take down for (insert shitty reason here). She did take down her monarch, and now the assassin and her can choose to fight or resolve peacefully depending on how the player did each route

I'm still working out more of the details obviously and writing a dialogue heavy game would be a LOT of writing but. It's just something revolving in my brain rn

#melody rambles #my ocs #celestial #that's the tag I think for now

[archangelgca]

Something about the Elemental Crystal: Full Name: Arcane Elemental Crystal of Ice Short Name: Frozen Crystal Elements: Multi-Elemental

Story: A brilliant light shone through the ice deep in the frozen ground. The Frozen Crystal, a mysterious relic that would shape the fate of the Kingdom of the Frozen Ice. Those who discovered it during the kingdom's construction were unaware of its true nature, but they recognized its value and brought it to their rulers. The ice dragons began to experiment with its strange properties, eventually uncovering some of its secrets. But the crystal had its own will, and it would not tolerate betrayal. When the king, who had been dethroned by a rebellion, attempted to flee with the crystal, it unleashed a terrible curse on him. It transformed him into an ice statue, frozen in his moment of cowardice. The new rulers later discovered him and decided to keep the crystal in a secure chamber. They had no idea the chamber would become the domain of the crystal. When they put it there, it instantly transformed the room into a frozen vault and sealed the gates with an icy spell. The dragons who were trapped inside had no way out. Nobody knows what horrors they encountered, but only one of them survived the chamber. He soon left the kingdom, haunted by his experience. Later, he would become one of the first guardians. The chamber was locked for many years until it opened on its own one day. Nobody knew what it meant or what caused it. Some believed it was a sign that the crystal was awakening. The gates would open and close at the command of any ice dragon, and they could use it, though with the fear of being turned into ice statues.

Notes: - The crystal was meant to be a secret, hidden from the eyes of the world. But its existence was revealed when some elemental dragons, who had lost their powers due to the Dark Lord’s curse, sought the help of the ice crystal guardians. They restored their abilities with the crystal’s aid, and spread the word about its wonders. - The SunFlares, a pair of dragons, used the crystal several times before they learned how to prevent the Dark Lord from freezing their elements during their missions. - Kryo, a young ice dragon, became the new guardian of the crystal after he touched it and underwent a radical transformation. He inherited the appearance and the memories of the previous guardian, who had passed away ages before. - The crystal proved to be a powerful remedy for many glitches. It could heal those who had had their powers stolen by other creatures or those who had been affected by portal errors that distorted their forms or minds. - Despite its benefits, not everyone dared to use the crystal. It was still a dangerous and unpredictable artifact, and it could turn anyone into an ice statue if they were not worthy.

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- This is free to use in any of your arts, works, or stories.

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- The Rise and Fall of Raphael is a work-in-progress story, and it may be subject to changes at any time.

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#art #digitalart #dragon #drawing #elements #fantasy #magic #dragons #ice #crystal

[ohwhoopsok]

Fic self-rec meme!

Wooo @alwaysthrowsscissors knows I like to talk about myself and tagged me, here we go!!

Rules: recommend 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems.” Then tag some folks.

Just because of Who We Are, I’m going to sort specifically to my Supernatural fics.

Most popular: Coin Slot, E, 3k, Wincest, SQUICK WARNING 🚽

Summary:

“How much to use it?”

Dean hears Sam shrug like he hadn’t even thought about it. “Quarter?”

(Dean is a very nice toilet and Sam is willing to share for a while.)

Thoughts:

I like my most kudos’ fic, but it’s not actually one that I’m overly attached to, I don’t reread it that much. But this one has been holding it down for most hits almost since I posted it which like... It makes me laugh how paranoid and apologetic I used to be about posting kinky shit (pun intended) and then here we have a whole ass human toilet that other people clearly revisit as well lmao

Hidden Gem #1: Marching Home, M, 3k, Kevin-centric

Summary:

Apparently, the Winchesters haven’t left the county since Kevin grabbed an unexpectedly active magical item and got zapped right out of the museum. They’ve been looking for a way to get him back, Sam damn near distraught the entire time, though they insist Kevin was only gone for two days at most.

It was not just two days.

(Kevin grabbed a magical artifact that threw him back in time. His homecoming is rough.)

Thoughts:

I actually love this fic so much considering I just did it as a part of a bingo board. I don’t know, I think I was just having UA feels, but I love Kevin a lot and you know, writers’ favorite characters, dogs’ favorite chew toys, yadda yadda. I don’t know, I just really liked how it came out, it’s a different kind of raw than I usually do and I feel like I did a good job!

Hidden Gem #2: Wunjo, E, 4k, Wincest

Summary:

There’s the barest hint of sun-bleached blonde streaking through Sam’s hair from being outside all summer, flyaways starting to escape from the little tail he’s got it pulled back into. The dork is in full costume—a well-made tunic and breeches, a leather pouch hanging off his belt, and the handmade boots that Dean sent him two hundred bucks to get last Christmas, but that’s part of the appeal.

Sam looks good. It seems like he’s gotten even bigger since Dean last saw him, well-fed and filling out his clothes better than he did as a teen. And he’s happy. Dean can tell that even only judging from half his face, off center and turned down to consider his fortune.

The seer had been pointing at one of the tiles on the table, but she looks up to meet Dean’s eyes, smiling as she lets her finger drift up to follow her gaze.

(Dean and Sam get reaquainted at a summer ren fest.)

Thoughts:

I’ve been in a fairground mood all year and this one feeds into like. Idk a lot of the vibes that feel really familiar to me crossed over with the things I find hot? Like achy nostalgia, and distance, and summer heat, and shared spaces with familiar strangers, and stolen moments away from crowds, and yeah, I also just really like semi-public sex lol. All to say - I just like this one!

If you read through this, A. Thanks! B. I’m tagging you!!

Also @silver9mm @digitalmeowmix @mannequin3thereckoning? If you’d like!

#whoops' words #fic recs #supernatural fics

[braxien12]

ShuYuka: Thief AU

The museum had been broken into again. The police had been trying to catch the thief for ages, but this time, they were right on their tail.

Yukari raced through the european night, the cool wind whipping back her hair and hitting her face as her heels clicking rhythmically against the roofs helped her time each jump. She clutched the small unassuming satchel close to her side so it wouldn’t slip off, it’s weight heavy with a new piece.

A stolen necklace.

It was a simple run. The necklace had been at the museum for a month. The press had died down and the tourist had stopped coming to see it. Nobody would expect someone to steal something that’s out of the limelight.

So on a quiet night - hours after the museum closed - there was a dip in the security and Yukari striked. Her feet touched the floor safely and the artifact was one grab away when all the lights suddenly came on.

Officers had surrounded her. All of their guns trained on her.

“Shit,” Yukari hissed. The artifact was to her immediate left. With a quick motion she could still grab it.

“It’s over!” She guessed the police chief yelled. “Turn yourself in!"

Watching the guards closely, her hand slowly slipped down to the satchel hidden behind her back. “Come on guys. Can’t we work this out in a way that doesn’t involve me going to jail?”

“You should’ve thought of that before you went on a stealing spree.”

“Hey, a girl’s gotta eat.” Using the bow on her back, in a quick motion of her hands she aimed it up at the skylight and shot an arrow. A line erupted from the arrowhead and snagged the edge of the roof’s lining, acting as a perfect grappling hook.

“Bye~” A small tug and she was airborne. The cops started shooting at her. The bullets whizzed by her but none of them touched her. 

“Sir! The necklace is gone!” She heard one of the soldiers yell below her while she had already pulled herself over the ledge. Yukari rolled her eyes. After two years of doing this, she’s really lost respect for police departments everywhere. Though there are a few she admits caught her off-guard a few times.

“She’s getting away! After her!” The police ran away like scrambled foot soldiers beneath her and she took off by roof.

Leading to her current predicament.

The police were on a full search, setting the nightlife of the town into high alert with how many cops were running through the streets and she was quickly running out of level roofs to jump to.

The next building had a fire escape. Seeing as she had no other option and seconds from the edge of the building, she clutched the bag of satchel closer to her side and on the edge of the building she leaped off, her hand quickly finding the iron railing of the fire escape and flaring up from the impact.

‘Why did I have to grab that with my gloveless hand?’ Yukari winced. She made sure to switch hands to her gloved one as she dropped down to the rest of the railings until her feet were safely on the ground.

“Yukari?”

She spinned around, quickly pulled her bow and had an arrow notched and pointed it in the direction the voice came from.

Minato, an old classmate and close friend she hasn’t seen in a long time, stared wide-eyed with his silvery blue eyes at the sharp tip of the arrow aimed at his throat.

Yukari gasped and quickly equipped the bow back on her back, “Minato!”

“Wha-”

“I saw her fall down here!” Someone yelled from somewhere close by. Yukari panicked. The police had already seen what she looked like and with her pink bow and quiver strapped to her back there was no chance they wouldn’t recognize her.

She was about to make a break for it when a sharp tug to her arm twirled her right back around into Minato’s chest. Something warm was draped over her back and her vision was obscured by fabric. She recognized it as a jacket before her back was pressed uncomfortably against the wall and the hard ridges of her bow and arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her front against a hard chest.

A different type of panic began to fill her after she realized Minato quite literally had her pinned against the wall. She pressed both hands to his chest to push him away. In retaliation the arms wrapped around her waist tightened and the next thing she knew she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

“Shh.” The contrast of the cool air to his breath so close to her ear sent a shiver down her spine and a blush rose up her neck.

The running footsteps stopped in front of the alleyway, the officer’s heavy panting adding to the tense atmosphere of the alley.

Minato had her sandwiched between himself and the wall. The material of her suit did well in keeping away the cold, but it did nothing to hide the warmth radiating from the boy so valiantly pressed against her to hide her from the justice-seeking law, or keep away the fresh scent of peppermint and moonlight that was so uniquely him and brought back memories of late summer nights on the pier, both of them a lot in love and a little too tipsy to keep it to themselves.

“Is she down there?” 

“False alarm! Just some kids trying to get it on.” She couldn’t help her little squeak of indignation. Minato squeezed her a little tighter to remind her to keep quiet, though the slight shakes of his shoulders delivered him a swift pinch to his side. She reveled in the small twitch he made.

“Everyone split up! She’s only one girl! She couldn’t have gone far!” They could hear the running steps of the man retreating, leaving both of them alone in the alley once again.

And leaving her to her growing anxiety.

He started to loosen his grip when she started to wiggle in his arms as she also started to curse herself in her head. ‘Of all the people I could’ve ran into…”

“What are you doing here, Yukari?” Those same blank eyes she remembers back from high school were staring at her now with an intensity that made her want to look away but the underlying concern kept her eyes on him. They made her want to spill to him everything that has happened to her for the last three years but something tied her tongue.

“I was just running a few errands.” Even she wouldn’t believe that lie with how small her voice sounded.

His eyes shifted from hers to the pink satchel hanging from her arm. “Does that errand have something to do with whatever’s in that satchel?”

She unconsciously tugged the satchel closer to her side under his scrutiny. Of all the people she didn’t want to find out her ‘side job’ Makoto was the very last. She could’ve handled Akihiko’s rage-filled speech. She could’ve taken the pitied looks from Fuuka. She could’ve taken Aigis’ barrage of actually insightful advice. Hell; she could’ve even gone through one of Mitsuru’s frosty ‘executions’.

She couldn’t handle the gentle edging and complete understanding that was Minato Arisato. She couldn’t, can’t, face him. So she did the next thing she could think of.

“I’m sorry.”

She ran. She could hear him yell her name as she ran around the alleyway’s corner.

Old Man Shu is a well-known salesman and buyer in the undergrounds of Shibuya. She always goes to Shu with her take-aways. After running the shop for years, he has an impeccable eye for cash and worth. The old man could be stubborn as a battle axe when it came to money though. Nothing a little bargaining can’t fix.

“30,000.”

“What! This thing costs at least 100 times that!”

“It does, when it's brought to a certified pawnbroker and when the item isn’t stolen.”

“Come on, Shu. I’ve seen you buy shitter items for far more than 30,000.”

“30,000. Nothing more nothing less.”

“Seriously!”

Old Man Shu opened his mouth to say something when the bell above the door rang. He left her alone in her frustrations to see who opened the door. The grin that sprouted immediately left Yukari confused. She's never seen Shu smile a day since she's started coming here.

“Arisato-san! I haven’t seen you around here in a while.” Yukari whipped her head to the door to see the familiar shag of blue hair and slouched over-stance that was Minato Arisato. He had ditched the jacket this time - or rather she guesses it less that he ditched it and more that she hasn’t given it back yet - and was sporting a khaki turtleneck and black pants, very similar to what he wore during the cold days at Gekkoukan High.

“Yeah. It’s been a long time, Ushio-san.” His grin back at the mid-aged man confused her even more.

“Ushio-san?”

“I used to help Ushio-san sometimes around the shop during our third year at Gekkou.” 

It made sense. During their third year at Gekkou High, Makoto had been more active than the year prior. He never stayed in one place for too long. He woke up early in the morning and was at school before anyone, even Akihiko and Mitsuru. And once classes were over he’d be gone before anyone could stop him and wouldn’t be back until way past curfew except on the days he fell asleep during class; though Aigis, who had appointed herself as his personal protector, had always watched him intently in that robotic, unblinking way of hers. 

Everyone had started getting worried and had had enough when he almost fainted upon coming into the dorm one night, Mitsuru had put her foot down and condemned him to his room for the next two days. He wasn’t too happy about it, but he wasn’t suicidal enough to argue with Mitsuru, especially when he knew she only meant well.

With him being confined to his room, she was able to see him more often. For those two days, even though she couldn’t walk to school with him she was able to see him before she left and spend time with him after she came back.

She might be a little full of herself by saying those moments he spent with her were the only moments he didn’t complain about his two-day lockdown. 

But even while she spent the day in his room, her sitting on his bed reading a magazine and him playing a game at his computer or both of them forgoing the bed and just sitting on pillows on the floor with his head resting on her lap as one of his earbuds in her ear and they just relaxed and vibed to the music, he was still restless.

“Huh. I never knew. You never really told us what you were up to back then.”

Minato had the decency to look apologetic as even he remembers his frantic behavior the last year before graduation.

Shu, or Ushio, looked between the two young adults standing in the middle of his shop. One of which he’s known for years, and the other he’s known for two. It may have been a while since he’s been in a serious relationship, but even he could feel the tension between the two. “You two know each other?”

Minato answered him. “We went to highschool together.” He said nothing more and he expected nothing less from the teenage boy he met back when, though he’d hoped that the years could’ve taught him to open up a little more. The pawnbroker guessed that was just his character. 

But during those years of having him help around the shop, Shu learned that most of what the boy wouldn’t say, spoke volumes though his body language, and with that one sentence and that interaction when he came in, he didn’t need to hear anymore.

He patted his hand on the counter. “Wait right here.” The bulky man walked away from the counter into another room behind him.

“This is pretty stalkerish of you, you know.” This was too soon of a meeting to call it a coincidence.

“We never got to talk.” He answered. “You ran away so fast. I was worried.”

“You could’ve called…”

Minato raised his eyebrow and fished his phone out of his pocket to raise it up to her face. “Your phone is disconnected.”

Oh. She knew there was still a bill she needed to pay.

Old Man Shuu (Ushio?) walked out of the back room. He was holding a white envelope in his hand as he walked up to the register and held his other hand out. “Let me see that trinket.”

Yukari passed the necklace back over the counter into Shu’s open palm. He pulled that hand back to place the envelope in hers. She stared flabbergasted at the envelope. Clutching it in her hand, she could tell there was a lot of money inside of it.

“Maybe that little trinket was worth more after all.” 

“Arigato, Ushio-san,” Minato thanked him.

“Ahh, whatever. Now both of ya out.” Yukari was too stunned to do anything but she was slightly aware as Minato grabbed her other hand and started to guide her to the door. She stepped through the door but before Minato could follow her out, Shu stopped him with a firm grab of his shoulder. “Hey. You visit more often.”

Minato nodded, that small smile of his making a reappearance. “Understood.”

Neither of them spoke a word after they left the small out-of-the-way pawn shop. The air between them was heavy and somehow the space between them felt even further than the night of graduation. 

Now that she actually looks at him, he looks different. She sneaked a side glance at him. Even in the dark of night with no moon in the sky, the glowing street lights and neon advertisements and the absence of his jacket allowed her to see his face clearly.

His hair had grown longer, the blue strains wisping at his shoulders now. He's gotten taller too. He was already half an inch taller, now it seemed like she had to strain her neck a little more just to meet his eyes. He’s filled out more too. The years have been good for him, the lean and lanky build he had in high school now sculptured with muscles obvious even under his turtleneck.

Her mind immediately went back to the other night when those muscles were pressed against her so intently that she could feel every crease and-

“I didn’t know you moved to Shibuya,” Minato said. 

‘Mitsuru must've given him my address.’ “Uh, yeah. Most of my modeling gigs are here or somewhere close, so I just got an apartment here.”

“Isn’t it really expensive? I know it cost at least three times as much as it would in Port Island.”

Huh? “Yeah, but the modeling gigs help pay most of it out.”

“And your second job helps you pay the rest?"

Yukari stopped walking. Minato stopped a few paces ahead after he realized she had stopped. He didn't turn around to face her though.

"What are you trying to say, Makoto?"

“That night I saw you in the alleyway. They said a special artifact was stolen from the museum. The assailant was female and holding a pink bow.” He turned to shoot her a knowing look for the last sentence.

“I…got into a situation.” No point in hiding it anymore.

“You could've asked Mitsuru for help?”

“No way I could’ve asked Mitsuru-senpai for help.”

“But stealing is better than asking for help from your friends?” His voice raised slightly from his normal monotone. Minato rarely raised his voice when they were in high school. Even when someone pissed him off the worst he did was glare. She was surprised.

But this was exactly why she didn't want anyone to find out.

"Why are you so concerned about me anyway? You left!" She stepped closer to him now, getting right in his face, her finger jabbing his chest. "No calls." Again. "No messages." Again. "Not even any letters!" Again. "What gives you any right to care about me now!"

He stopped her hand at the next jab, holding her hand against his chest. His eyes were intense as he stared into hers. She always loved his eyes. Everytime she stared into them it felt like he was sharing his very soul.

Only with her.

"I've always cared about you, Yukari. I love you. No amount of distance or radio silence ever changed that. And leaving you, I didn't have any choice. That last year before graduation, I was doing everything I could to find a way to stay with everyone, with you."

There were very rare moments when Minato would say more than just a few words, but it’s funny how each time he did, they would take her breath away.

She pulled away.

“I-I have to go, Minato.” She needed to get far away from here, maybe leave town. She heard there was a new exhibit opening somewhere in Hokkaido.

"Wait." He pulled back her arm again, something he seemed fond of doing now. She didn't spin back into his arms this time. His hand trailed down to hers and she felt him press a folded piece of paper in her hand before he let go.

"My address. You're always welcome."

Her fist closed around the folded paper.

"Goodbye Minato." She walked past him, not looking back even once.

But she slipped the note in the envelope when she was sure she was out of his sight

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GENERAL.

NAMES:

Bet'anya Agriosa ( Atlantean goddess of Wrath, Misery & the Hunt ) ; also called 'Bethany'

previous life as Bathymaas ( Egyptian goddess of Justice)

in her modern reincarnated verse she goes by 'Bethania Al-Galal'

NICKNAMES: Bet, Beth, Princess of Thebes DOB: June 25, 9527 B.C PHYSICAL FEATURES: thick dark hair, golden-green eyes, tawny skin, lean-athletic build HEIGHT: 5ft 6in tall PARENTS: Symfora & Set FC: Dina Denoire LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Egyptian/Arabic, Atlantean , Greek, Latin , English, French BACKGROUND:

Bet'anya / Bethany is the reincarnation of Bathymaas, an Egyptian goddess of justice, though for millennia she had no memory of that life after losing her love Aricles. Reborn now as an Atlantean goddess she and other gods of the Atlantean Pantheon are tasked with finding a god named Apostolos. Along the way however while in mortal form ( a blind young woman) she falls in love with the young handsome peasant soldier named Hector, who she much later discovers is actually the General Prince Styxx of Didymos, Commander of the Stygian Omada. The same young man who she waged war against when he warred against her city-state of Atlantis unknowing that he was her beloved Hector.

She eventually learned of Styxx's identity and told him that she was Set's daughter, but did not tell him she was a goddess. She planned to give up her godhood and live as a mortal with him as she was pregnant with their child, but just before their wedding, another Atlantean goddess- Apollymi , mother to the hunted Apostolos, obliterated the entire Atlantean pantheon in rage of what was done to her son.

Bethany and the other Atlantean gods existed as non-sentient statues in the island of Katoteros, the Atlantean equivalent of Olympus, for eleven thousand years. Bethany and Styxx's son was miraculously spared by Apollymi, and the child was placed in another woman to be delivered and raised.

The Atlantean gods were eventually reawakened but Bethany was not because both halves of her heart were missing. Her father, Set, had removed and hidden one half after Aricles died and Bathymaas went on a vengeful rampage; the other half died and was reborn with Styxx. The jealous greek goddess Leto had now stolen Set's half and used this to summon Bathymaas and trick her into killing Styxx. When Styxx was reborn yet again, now with his Chthonian powers that were denied to him at birth, the couple was finally reunited and Bethany was whole. They delightedly discovered their son had survived and was still alive going by the name Urian and later their second son, Aricles, was born just nine months later.

Modern /Reincarnation verse:

In which Bethany (refer to main bio) did die in the attack on the Atlantean gods and was later reborn in modern as Bethania Al-Galal. Set once again fathered her with an especially bright Egyptian-Greek historian woman who had no idea that her one night stand had been with an Egyptian god. Bethania is doted on by her mother and her step-father who loves her dearly as his own tragedy however seems forever destined to haunt all her lives as she loses both her parents in a terrible train crash in her late teens. Determined to continue their work, Bethania goes on to become an archeologist in the cut throat world of antiquities in Egypt.

One day, however, she found herself pick pocketed by a young boy who stole a small artifact off her person, she managed to catch up to him trying to sell it to a vendor in exchange for food. Moved by the state of him and his clear desperation for food she pays him for her own artifact and buys him food to eat. The eight year old, Gale Urian Peters, eventually confesses that he ran away from an orphanage, that his parents, an English man and Greek mother, had been murdered and that he had no other family. Knowing just what that was like she offers him a job as her assistant with room, board, food and pay and he delightedly accepts.

They immediately become exceptionally close and quickly slip into that of mother & son, referring to each other as such. Now Bethania (26) with her right hand & son , Gale (10), are one of Egypt's best upcoming archeologists earning more than plenty of rivals and enemies in every corner of Cairo with how eerie both are able to discover ancient sites with relative ease.

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The Valley was built to prevent looting of the mummified remains and valuables of the Pharaohs. One of the most charming archaeological sites in Luxor is the Valley of the Kings, which is hidden behind the cliffs that serve as a backdrop to the intricate temple of Al Deir el-Bahri. Originally, the Valley of the Kings contained one hundred chambers, but sadly, some of them were stolen and some were destroyed. However, there are still about sixty undamaged chambers, and some of these tombs still contain valuable items and artifacts, such as the Tomb of Yuya and Thuya and the Tombs of Tutankhamun.

With a Hot Air Balloon Ride Luxor, you may let your soul soar while admiring the magnificent Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, which is regarded as one of the best temples still surviving without being damaged and was built in honour of the Queen Hatshepsut. Due to its form and embellishments, as well as the fact that it was constructed of limestone rather than sandstone like the majority of the other funerary temples of the New Kingdom period, the temple is one of the best preserved in Egypt and one of the most distinctive in all of Egypt.

Enjoy reading the inscriptions on the temple walls that describe Queen Hatshepsut's holy birth and her business journeys to the Punt country, which is now known as the contemporary state of Somalia. Enjoy your eyes and mind while viewing the magnificent monuments of the Temple of Hatsheput and its ornate inscriptions, which also depict the intense conflict between Hatsheput and her nephew and son-in-law Tuthmosis. Many of her statues were damaged during this time, and Tuthmosis III's servants and supporters also destroyed the majority of her belongings and cartouches after she mysteriously passed away.

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[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Never Back Down

Warnings: the usual - tickling, fluff

Word count: 2500

Ok, I know I just posted like 2 days ago, but this idea started plaguing me on my drive home from work today and I had to just get it written out on (virtual) paper. Hope you enjoy!

* * *

You don’t back down easily. Certainly not from a prank war. Especially when it meant you had captured the attention of a certain Asgardian.

Admittedly, you had been the one to start it. Although, you had good reason – Loki had been teasing you incessantly that day, doing everything in his power just to push your buttons. So, naturally, you did what any self-respecting Avenger would do, and stole his ‘secret’ stash of chocolate from his room when he wasn’t looking. It’s not like you ate it or anything (well, maybe just one… or two…) but it was still enough to poke the bear. Loki, of course, knew exactly who had taken it the moment he noticed it was missing.

The chocolate had disappeared from your room by the next morning. Along with every pair of shoes you owned.

It took much longer than you’d have liked to admit to track down all of your shoes hidden around the compound. You knew you had to step up your game. So that evening, you pulled the classic ‘hair dye in the shampoo bottle’ trick (temporary, of course). The look you received from the now green-haired god the next morning could have shattered glass, but you still couldn’t help but snicker at him.

You made sure you were cautious the rest of that day, knowing he would likely retaliate. Before showering that evening, you double and triple-checked the color of the soap and shampoo before using it to make sure there wasn’t anything unusual about it. You even ordered take-out for dinner; afraid he might try to tamper with your food if you tried to cook something.

Nothing happened. Which only made you more suspicious about what the trickster was planning.

You found out the next morning, when you went to exit your bedroom and suddenly were knocked backward onto the floor as your face struck an invisible barrier. Plastic wrap. Clever. As revenge, you slipped hot sauce into his morning coffee. Needless to say, he didn’t appreciate it.

At this point, you weren’t sure who was winning. The most likely answer was really neither of you, but you figured you should probably be on your toes anyway assuming he would probably be plotting vengeance after this morning. Luckily, there was a mission briefing that afternoon; you figured at least he wouldn’t be bold enough to try to pull something in front of an entire room of Avengers. Or, at least, you hoped.

Tony was having renovations done on your usual conference room, so the briefing had been moved to one of the smaller meeting rooms on the second floor. You were running late, having gotten lost trying to find your way to the new meeting location, and you were cursing yourself for it because you were really hoping to be assigned to this particular mission. By the time you located the room, everyone else had already arrived and taken their seats.

The room was much smaller than the conference room, with a few chairs surrounding a table in the center of the room and additional seating against the walls. You cringed when you saw the only remaining available seat was in the corner, directly next to Loki. He smirked when he noticed you in the doorway, patting the chair beside him as if being polite, but you knew him better by now. He had something planned, you were sure of it.

You quickly walked across the room, trying to minimize the time that you were blocking your teammates’ view of the front of the room where Steve was reviewing the mission location on a projector. Begrudgingly, you slouched down into the seat beside Loki and leaned against the wall.

“You’re late,” Loki leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Shh! I want to hear about the mission. Steve was thinking of sending me this time,” you hissed, glaring at him.

Loki was silent for a few moments, so you turned your attention back to the front of the room. Steve now had some images up on the screen of the artifact the team would be responsible for retrieving, which had been stolen from one of the local museums. You wished you had thought to bring your notepad – you knew it would impress Steve if you were taking notes, and you really wanted to have the chance to prove yourself by going on this mission.

“He is insufferable to listen to.” Loki had leaned over again to whisper to you, his breath tickling your ear, and you reflexively shrugged your shoulder.

“Shh! Stop whispering!” you demanded.

“Shh! You should be listening,” he mocked, winking with a mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the front.

Another few moments went by when suddenly you felt something soft tickling the shell of your ear. You flinched and swatted your hand up to your ear, realizing Loki had taken a loose strand of your hair and had experimentally swiped it across your ear.

“Loki!” you whispered, your face heating up. “Cut it out!”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, an expression of mock innocence on his face.

“You know what’s wrong. I’m trying to listen!”

“What is it? Are you… ticklish?” He emphasized his question by poking you swiftly in the side, causing you to jerk away from his touch.

“Loki… d-don’t get any ideas,” you warned, starting to get nervous. He scooted slightly closer to you in his chair.

“Hmm. Surely you must regret tampering with my coffee this morning, now, don’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at him, fixing your gaze on his. He snuck his hand up to your side out of your line of site and gently squeezed, making you jump. “Now, darling, you wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”

“Y-you’re the one causing a scene!” you protested, glancing up to see if anyone had noticed this exchange yet. It seemed no one was the wiser to what was going on in your corner of the room, all watching Steve as he continued to provide intel for the upcoming mission.

While you were looking around the room, Loki slid his arm around your waist to attack your other side. You jolted again as you felt his fingertips gently scratching at both sides simultaneously, biting your tongue to keep from laughing. You refused to gratify Loki with a reaction, so you did your best to remain perfectly still as he continued to lightly trace your skin through your thin t-shirt. You could still see his smirk in your peripheral vision despite your attempt to focus on Steve’s briefing.

Gradually, Loki’s light touch became more of a gentle kneading of the soft skin of your sides. It was becoming more difficult not to move, and a reluctant smile started forcing itself across your face. You had to fight even harder as you felt his fingertips moving up your sides, moving agonizingly slowly, gently digging into the spaces between your lower ribs.

“Very good, pet,” Loki teased, his voice deep and smooth as he leaned close to your ear. You shuddered involuntarily, your face burning, flustering you in a way that only the god of mischief could. Unfortunately, Loki was perceptive, and noticed your sudden change in demeanor. His fingers crawled higher up your ribcage and it took everything you had not to let out a squeak. “It would seem that I’m not trying hard enough, wouldn’t it?”

“S-stop it!” you mumbled, leaning as far away from the god as you could with the wall on your other side holding you captive in your seat. He chuckled, low and deep in his throat, suddenly shifting the hand that wasn’t wrapped around you so he could flutter his fingertips against the back of your knee while continuing to torment your ribs with his other hand. You let out a nearly inaudible squeal, biting down on your knuckle in an effort to avoid laughing out loud. You were trembling now, trying desperately not to jerk away from his touch and draw attention to yourself.

“It’s unfortunate for you, really, that you’re so devastatingly ticklish. Tell me, darling – where are you more ticklish? Here?” He scribbled his fingers faster against the delicate skin on the underside of your knee, making you jolt your leg away from him, “Or here?” The slender fingers latched on your ribs squeezed more rapidly, and you arched your back slightly to evade his touch.

“I’m n-not telling you that!” you hissed.

“Alright, then.” The hand under your knee darted back up to your side, and in one swift motion he slipped his fingertips into the hollows under your arms. You couldn’t help but twist harshly, shaking in silent laughter as you leaned into him involuntarily. “I see I’ve found the answer.”

“I’ll be right back!” you announced suddenly, standing abruptly from your chair, and scurrying out of the room. You shut the door behind you and leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath and regain your composure. Your cheeks were still on fire and your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest. If it weren’t for the fact that you actually wanted to pay attention during this meeting, this whole interaction with Loki might have been more enjoyable. His persistent teasing had you completely flustered, though, and while under normal circumstances it may have made you feel giddy, you knew you couldn’t let the team see you like this.

You needn’t have worried, though – the door to the meeting room opened again only moments after you’d left the room, and everyone filed out into the hall, chattering amongst themselves, none the wiser to anything that had been going on in the back corner of the room. Loki was the last to leave, trailing behind the others with a few extra feet of distance between himself and the rest of the team. You took advantage of this, quickly grabbing his arm and yanking him off to the side, slamming him up against the wall with your forearm pressed across his chest.

“Damn it, Loki! What the hell!” you growled, glaring at him, although admittedly with less fire in your eyes than he probably deserved.

“Do you admit defeat?” he asked, grinning.

“Wha- no! Of course not!” you retorted. “You fight dirty, Loki!”

“God of mischief, darling,” he responded proudly, snaking his hand under your arm, and digging his fingers into your uppermost ribs. You shrieked and released him from the wall, stumbling backward to escape the torturous tickles. He was too quick for you, grasping your wrist and spinning you around so he could pin you against the wall where he previously stood. After grappling with you for a moment, he managed to grab your other wrist and pin both arms behind your back in one hand, spidering the fingers of his other hand randomly up and down your side. You snorted, now able to laugh and squirm freely. You managed to twist enough to break his hold, spinning around and sweeping his legs out from underneath him with your foot. He fell to the floor, a shocked expression fleeting across his face as you knelt down beside him.

“You know, I’m willing to bet you’re only good at this from personal experience,” you noted with a smirk. Before he could react, you latched both hands on his sides and squeezed, praying for a reaction. He let out a strangled laugh, jerking away from your touch.

“Don’t!” he demanded, sounding somewhat frantic.

“Aha! I knew it!” you gloated, scribbling your fingers into every possible ticklish spot you could think of, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he overpowered you and escaped your hold. He started to giggle – actually giggle – thrashing violently to throw you off. His laughter made you even more flustered than you were before, never having seen the god in such a state.

“Eheheh – I DEMAND you stop this!”

“Sorry Loki, it’s pretty hard to take you seriously when you’re giggling like a schoolchild,” you teased, working your fingers down to his belly. Unfortunately, this caused him to jolt so hard he knocked you off of him, not having expected the sudden motion. In a flash, he had you pinned to the floor, hovering over you with his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“I-I am going to make you regret that,” he growled, his characteristic smirk returning as he resumed his tickle attack, his fingers darting across your skin, sending ticklish shocks through your nerves. He was agile, never staying in one spot for long enough for you to get used to the sensation before moving his torturous fingers somewhere else.

“L-LOKI! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIHIHIT!!” you pleaded, pounding your feet against the floor in ticklish agony.

“You should have thought of this before crossing the god of mischief,” he retorted, pinning your legs down with his shin and pinching the skin just above your kneecap. Your abdominal muscles were too sore from laughter to even try to sit up and shove him off you. He slid his other hand under your knee to scratch at the sensitive skin there simultaneously.

“I YIELD! I YIELD! STAHAHAP!!” you begged, slapping the floor with your hand to tap out. Thankfully, he obeyed, releasing you so you could roll onto your side, holding your stomach as the last residual giggles bubbled from your lips.

After taking a moment to compose yourself, you sat up and grinned at the trickster. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Why are you smiling?”

“I just never pegged you as the ticklish type,” you observed. He folded his arms indignantly across his chest.

“I am not ticklish. That is a weakness that only plagues mortals such as yourself,” he insisted. A sneaky poke to his side told you otherwise, causing the Asgardian to jolt and let out a strangled yelp.

“Mmhmm. Ticklish.”

Loki stared you down for a moment, and you started to worry that he might attack you again for that comment. You were surprised when he held out his hand, offering to help you off the floor.

“Truce?”

“Truce? … What are the conditions?” you asked warily, staring at his outstretched hand as if it might try to bite you.

“You keep this little… incident to yourself, and I will stop pranking you. Provided you do the same.” You squinted at him, trying to assess the sincerity in his expression. Satisfied, you grasped his hand in yours and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

“Deal.” You shook his hand once to seal the deal. You both turned to walk down the hallway to catch up with the rest of the team.

“I shall warn you, though – I made no promises that you would be safe from tickles around me. It’s quite amusing, tormenting you. Almost… adorable.” You felt your face flush hot again.

“Well… I guess I won’t protest too much to that.”

#loki tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle

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Forgotten Fairytale

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

I'm not afraid of this series not becoming as well loved as Green Thumb and I don't expect it to be popular. I've had the idea stuck in my head for a while and I'm getting it all out.

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You looked over the artifacts the school had stored. You gave a small scoff, shaking your head as you noticed things that didn’t belong in a school.

“They call us thieves and hoarders yet half this shit was stolen off a corpse.” You muttered, stopping in front of a glass case protecting a sword.

“I wouldn’t suggest stealing that. It’ll be obvious.” You turned towards the redhead, sighing and tilting your head as she walked towards you.

“You’re a pain in the ass.” You looked back at the sword, eyes raking over it. 

“You know what this is?” You asked. Hope stood beside you, looking down at the sword. She shook her head, pursing her lips slightly.

“A man named Lord Jameson Wraith owned this sword. He was… a hunter of sorts and specialized in killing dragons. When he stabbed this through the chest of a dragon, the sword would light up and the dragon would burn from the inside. A gruesome, slow death. We were hunted like all others but it wasn’t just to protect humans. We were hunted for our meat, our teeth, and our scales. Humans declared war on us and when we fought back, we were erased from everyone's minds and deemed fairy tales where we continue to be killed by a so-called knight.” You explained, running your finger over the glass. 

“Some dragons were able to survive Malivore but as soon as they shifted… They were taken. They disappeared and left no trace.” You turned to look at Hope. The redhead stayed silent, a frown etched on her face.

“I’m sorry you lost your father. We’re working on finding Malivore and when we do, there’s a chance you’ll be able to see your father again.” Hope said softly, gaze still trained on the sword. 

“Where’s your mother? Alaric mentioned she was a vampire.”

“I was never able to meet her but.. I believe she’s dead.” You walked around the case, looking back up at Hope. You locked eyes with her, hearing her clear her throat.

“I’m sure she would’ve wanted to be in your life.” Hope offered a small smile, nails gently tapping against the case. 

“Are you being nice to me cause you need to find out more about me?” You asked, head tilting. Hope cocked a brow, eyes rolling as she turned away from you.

“Alaric really doesn’t trust me, does he?”

“He trusts you more than I do, that’s for sure. It’s just too much of a coincidence for you, a dragon, to show up when we’re dealing with monster after monster. If it weren’t for Alaric, I would’ve already done a spell on you.” Hope said as she walked around the room, features hard and serious. 

“A little witch spell wouldn’t work on me. You haven’t been trained to deal with dragons. If I was really one of those monsters, why didn’t I burn the building down and search for whatever it is that you have?” You asked curiously. Hope didn’t answer, thinking for a moment.

“Because you’d need to know if it was hidden.”

“Alaric asked if I felt a pull to this place. I suppose that means I would feel a pull towards the artifact, right?” You slowly walked towards her, a soft chuckle leaving you.

“You can kick and scream all you want, Red. I’m here to stay, whether you like it or not.” You reached out, twirling a strand of her red hair around your finger. Hope grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand away.

“You’re up to something and I’m gonna figure out what it is.” Hope sneered, eyes narrowed. She turned around, walking towards the doors. She almost bumped into a man on her way out, quietly apologizing before moving past him. The man entered the room, clasping his hands together. 

“I’m Dorian Williams, the liberian and occasional substitute teacher.” Dorian introduced himself, finding a table and taking a seat. He motioned for you to sit across from him. You did so, taking a seat and crossing your arms as you eyed him.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, (Y/N). I do have some suspicions that you might be after the artifact but.. You’re a kid. A kid who lost their father and wants answers. I’m not here to interrogate you about your intentions.” Dorian explained, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. 

“Do the other students know what I am?” 

“News spread like wildfire here, especially amongst the students so.. Yes, most likely. I can assure you that you’ll be treated like any other student-”

“So, Hope goes around telling every student she’s gonna figure out what they’re up to? No wonder she’s not popular.” Dorian let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“I promise Hope isn’t always like that. The monster problem we’ve been having has everyone on edge. Do.. Do you know anything about Malivore?” Dorian asked, sitting up and leaning forward. 

“I thought you weren’t gonna interrogate me.” You tilted your head, brow cocked. Dorian hummed softly, nodding. 

“Alright, we can talk about something else. The neck is a dragon's soft spot, right?”

“Depends.” You answered, licking your lips as you reached up to touch your necklace. 

“If a dragon is older and stronger, a hit to the neck isn’t gonna hurt them much. It might piss them off and they could lose their ability to speak or even stop them from breathing fire cause it’ll hurt to do so. We can still kill someone by stepping on them or snacking on them. We were on the top of the fucking food chain and humans just couldn’t deal with that.” 

“I’m not your enemy, (Y/N). I want to believe I can trust you. You’re a child and like all children, you need guidance. I see a lot of rage built up inside you. I can tell from the way you interacted with Hope and from what I heard. Landon and Rafael aren’t your enemies. They’re new and they have a rough past. The first dragon they met wanted to burn them into a pile of ashes so.. I’d say they’re being pretty welcoming.” Dorian held a soft yet stern gaze. It was obvious that he sympathized with you but at the same time, he wasn’t gonna deal with an attitude.

“Tell me about your father. What was he like?” Dorian asked softly. Your gaze dropped to the table, fingers squeezing around the key. 

“I’d appreciate it if everyone could stop talking about him as if he’s dead.” You breathed out, standing up abruptly as your eyes began to sting from tears.

“I don’t need to be welcomed into this school. I’ve been to high school before, I’m not some little kid whose hand needs to be held.” You walked out of the room, heading back to your dorm room. You entered the dorm, shutting the door behind you. You sniffled softly, walking towards the window and opening it. You stepped out, taking a seat on the roof. You brought your knees up to your chest, feeling the wind gently hitting your face. 

“The key to food is passion, remember that (Y/N).”

“I thought it was seasoning.” You grinned as you watched your father cook. He hummed, nodding with a chuckle.

“It is but food from a chef who feels no passion for it will taste bland and bitter. It’s the same with any other job. If you hate it, it’ll show and you’ll only hurt yourself. That’s why I always tell you to look for things you’re interested in.” (F/N) said, handing you a wooden spoon so you could help with stirring the soup.

“What was mom passionate about?”

“Your mother was.. She was a hurricane.” He began, sighing deeply. “She destroyed everything in her path and took down anyone in her way. Not many people have fond memories of her but I saw the good in her. I didn’t love her romantically but I considered her a good friend of mine. I’ll always be grateful to her for giving me the best gift a man could ever have.” You smiled widely, chuckling softly and rolling your eyes. (F/N) smiled softly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“No treasure could ever compare to you.” 

You bit your bottom lip, letting out a shaky sigh. You weren't used to being alone. Your father had always been there to back you up, to support you, and to provide comfort when you needed it.

“Christ, pull yourself together. You come from dragons and a psycho vampire.” You mumbled, carefully going back inside. You picked up the phone, turning it on and waiting for it to power on completely. You responded to a text, watching a call pop up. You clicked the green button and held the phone up to your ear.

“I thought you said it was stupid to be in contact.” You took a seat on the bed.

“Yeah, well, I was expecting you to be back by now. You do know your fathers return lies in your hands, right? Only I can help you get him back but I’ll only do that if you give me what I need.”

“I have a plan-”

“Speed up that plan before I change my mind, (Y/N). While you were on your way to the school, I bumped into some of your new friends. They were a redhead and an older man. I believe the girl went by the name Jessica but I doubt it was her real name.” You let out a deep sigh, head tilting upwards. Hope Mikaelson was gonna be a real pain in the ass.

“Yeah, I’ve met the redhead.” You breathed out, dropping your head and pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“I just need you to relax, Ryan. I’ve got it handled but I really don’t need you fucking things up for me. You just keep up your end of the deal and I’ll keep up mine. You might be able to save my father but I can also keep you from helping yours.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fact. Don’t bother me again unless it’s an emergency.” You pulled the phone away from your ear despite Ryan continuing to talk. You hung up and tossed the phone to the side, burying your face in your hands. 

“Am I paying for my mothers crimes?” You whispered. You flinched when you heard two knocks on the door, standing up and approaching it. You opened the door, staring at Josie.

“What do you want, baby face?” You asked with a frown, looking down at the ice cream tub in her hands. Josie’s brows furrowed at the nickname but she ignored it, choosing to raise the tub. 

“I.. I kind of eavesdropped on you and Dorian and saw you rush out. Ice cream always makes me feel better when I’m feeling down, so I brought you some.” Josie shrugged lightly. You blinked, opening your mouth but nothing came out. 

“If you don’t like ice cream then I could see if-”

“Thanks.” You cut her off, watching her relax and give a small smile. Josie nodded, perking up when you stepped aside so she could enter. Josie looked around the room, humming. 

“If you want, we could go shopping for some decorations tomorrow after school.” Josie said, moving one hand under her skirt as she sat down. You nodded, taking a seat beside her and subtly turning the phone off. Josie opened the lid of the tub, handing you a spoon and giving a small shy smile.

“Well, Welcome to Salvatore School. I’m pretty sure dad is still figuring out your class schedule.” 

“Dad?”

“Oh, uhm, the headmaster is my dad.” Josie shrugged, digging her spoon into the ice cream. Your brows raised, a small smile spreading across your face. 

“Really? You look nothing like him.. Which is a big compliment.” You grinned as Josie let out a soft giggle. Things were definitely starting to look up.

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