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bleachanimefan1 · 3 years

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Oblitus Part 34

Little Bitty Pretty One

29 Days Left Until Extermination...

It had been four days since the angel has been staying at the hotel. He hasn't shown any signs of waking up yet. He was sitting on the floor, while his hands were bound above his head tied up to a support beam. Anna watched while the angel slept taking over as the next to guard him. As she examined him, Anna couldn't believe by how much that he was identical to Lucifer.

She stood up and walked over to the table that was sitting in the corner of the room. It had a strange white pistol with golden designs carved into it. She picked it up admiring the weapon that was confiscated off of the angel. Suddenly, Anna heard a groan and turned her head to see the angel was beginning to stir. He was waking up!

Slowly, Michael opened his eyes as they adjusted, taking in his surroundings, to see where he was at. For some strange reason, his throat felt strange. It felt dry like a desert, as began to grow more conscious, coughing as he did. Then he noticed Anna in front of him with his gun being aimed right at him. Michael laughed, nervously.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to be waking up to this," he joked. He had a more calm and tranquil voice, less harsh than Lucifer's. Anna noticed that he had beautiful light blue eyes, the same color as hers.

"Who are you?" she asked. Michael was puzzled by how familiar this woman's voice was. It was the same as the one who was whispering a prayer he had heard earlier.

"My name is Michael," he told her. "What is yours?"

"Anna." she told him. Michael frowned in thought. That name sounded familiar, but why? He looked back at her.

"Can you put my gun down? I'm not going to hurt you or anyone."

"I'll be the judge of that," she replied, unsure if she should believe him. He didn't blame her that she didn't trust him. If he was in the same situation as her, he would probably feel the same. Anna continued as she explained. "We found you after you were falling from the sky. Can you explain what happened to you?"

The memory was fuzzy to Michael as he tried to remember as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I remember meeting with my brother, Gabriel.-"

"Gabriel?!" Anna interrupted, with a fearful look on her face. "That psychopath is your brother?"

"Yes," Michael nodded. "He said something about an army from a hotel led by my twin, Luci-" He paused for a second as he corrected himself. "My former brother, Lucifer. He said that he was planning to overthrow my father again. Gabriel had asked me to help him, but I refused. So, he attacked me."

"So, you are not going to hurt anyone?" Anna asked, still pointing his gun at him.

"No," Michael reassured her. Anna stared at him for a while, thinking, before she spoke.

"For some strange reason, I trust you," she told Michael as she lowered his gun.

"That's good to hear," Michael smiled in relief. "Do you mind, untying me? It's kind of uncomfortable being in this position."

"That's not up to me," Anna answered shaking her head. "I'll go and get the others and let them know that you are awake. They will decide on what to do with you." She placed his gun back down on the table and was about to leave when she stopped. "In the mean time, do you want something to eat or drink? You were out for almost four days."

"No, thank you." Michael replied. "Angel's don't get hungry or thirsty-" Suddenly, Michael was interrupted as his stomach let out a low growl. It almost made him jump. What in heaven's name was that?!

He looked up back at Anna to see that she had an amused look on her face.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked.

"What was that?" Michael questioned.

"I believe that was your stomach growling. You're hungry." Anna smiled as she explained. Then she raised a curious eyebrow. "Wait, don't tell me that you've never felt hunger before?" she asked.

"No," Michael shook his head. "In heaven, you never get hungry or thirsty or feel pain." Anna stared at the angel with a puzzled look on her face. The more she got to know Michael, the more he looked and acted like a child but he also seemed more alien as well, with so many questions. She almost laughed to herself wondering if Lucifer had the same experience that Michael had. She had to ask Lilith next time about that.

"I'll get you something to eat and drink." she replied and left the room, closing the door behind her.

After a while, Anna came back carrying a plate of sandwiches and a glass of water. Everyone else came into the room with her. Husk was now wearing a black and white suit, which he had borrowed from Alastor. Anna had explained to everyone what Michael had told her. They decided to see and hear for themselves if it was true. Michael's eyes widen in shock when he saw Charlie as she walked in, approaching him with a smile. So, this was his niece? She looked so much like his brother that he wanted to hug her.

"We agreed to release you," Charlie said. "But, you're not getting your weapon back until you've gained our trust."

"That's fair," Michael agreed. Vaggie untied the ropes, releasing Michael. He rubbed his wrists as Anna walked over to him, placing the plate of sandwiches and the glass of water in front of him. Michael stared at it unsure of what to do.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to eat?" Angel asked, laughing.

"No, this is new to me."

"Just put the sandwich to your mouth, chew, then swallow and allow the food to go down your throat hole," Charlie explained. "Water, just swallow."

Michael picked up a sandwich, with an unsure look but then decided to take a bite. This was a very weird experience for him. Once he chewed, an interesting sensation hit his tongue that the angel couldn't describe. It felt good. He swallowed the food and Michael felt it slid down his throat. He picked up the glass of water and taking a small sip. He felt relief as the cool water washed down his throat. Everyone watched like it was an interesting show for them. Alastor had an amused look on his face while Angel was chuckling a bit.

"That was good," Michael smiled.

"Now, that's out of the way," Charlie said. "I have one question, are you here to hurt us?"

"No," the angel answered, truthfully. "It is against my nature to harm a living creature, not unless they plan to threaten my father."

"If that's the case, will you help us with the hotel?" Anna asked.

"I need to know more, before I decide. What is it that you do here?" Michael asked. Charlie smiled.

"I'm glad you asked! My name is Charlie. The hotel is my idea. My plan is to get demons to redeem themselves and change their ways so that they can have a peaceful life in heaven. I want to save my people from extermination so they won't have to suffer!"

Michael listened, taking in the information as the princess finished explaining. He frowned, thinking to himself. Gabriel had lied about the whole thing! There was no army. These were people who wanted to try and change themselves! Blast his paranoia! But, with his wing damaged, he couldn't tell his father what was happening. He was stuck. But, at least he can warn these people of what was coming. He looked at Charlie.

"Your plan is a noble one. Your heart and your eyes tell me the truth," Michael replied, impressed. "I will help you."

"Really?! That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, happily.

"So how will you help us?" Vaggie asked.

"I will bestow a blessing." Michael replied.

"What's that?" Charlie asked.

"It is an angel's ability to give protection," the angel answered.

"Why would you do that?" Alastor questioned.

"Well, the truth is, my brother, Gabriel, has thought that you were raising an army." Michael explained. "He's planning to stop this and kill your father, Charlie."

"What?" the princess eyes widen in shock, as did everyone else.

"It is the truth," Michael told them.

"Thank you! Thank you for telling me. I will let my father know," Charlie said, smiling gratefully. "You don't know how much this means to me!" Michael smiled then looked at Anna. He couldn't be helped but be drawn into her eyes. The same color as his.

"There's something that's been on my mind that's been bothering me for a while now," he said. "Tell me if this sounds familiar to you, but I have to know."

"What is it?" she asked.

"A long time ago, there was a couple that was having a hard time having a child. When their wishes finally came true, they had a baby girl." Michael explained his story. Anna's eyes widen as she listened. It can't be. Her parents told her that same story when she was little.

"However, The father was killed in a tragic hunting accident while the mother was killed by a drunk driver, thus leaving their only daughter."

"How do you know this?" Anna asked, a little disturbed by the angel's story. "That's exactly what happened to my parents before they passed." Anna saw a spark of happiness in Michael's eyes before he laughed.

"So it is you," Michael smiled. "I can't believe it! It's you!"

"Um, excuse me? What the fuck is going on here? How do you know Anna?" Angel asked, defensively.

"Anna," Michael said, calmly. "I am your guardian angel."

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kaetastic · 4 years

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Testing Him To His Limits

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: Bucky was just enjoying the sun, until his phone beeped of a message. If only he hadn’t opened it.

word count: 3.6k

warning: nsfw, fingering, language, no metal arm!bucky

note: inspired by this video on youtube! I’m not exactly sure if this is a Modern AU, I still have yet to grip concept on the spectrum lmao. But technically, they are not The Avengers in this. Also, do grills even pop stuff?? Ion no, I never griled lmao. This is a chaotic, messy writing lol.

Despite the guaranteed coverage of the umbrella, Bucky could feel his body fry alive under the scorching heat of the sun. The wavering waves plastered all over his skin as if it was like the surface of a heated desert. Quivering lines danced over his bare chest. Even though his chest was covered by a smeared layer of glistening sweat that twinkled a smile with every churn of his muscle, he didn’t bother to wipe it off. Maybe it was due to the fact that the heat had made it unbearable for him to place a foot on the burning ground (unfortunately for him, he had to find out the pain after scrambling without a sandal on when he wanted to grab a quick sip) or maybe he was just lazy. Bucky opted to believe the other reason.

In the heat (with restricted ability to step off the seat), Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander off as it took a leisurely stroll to random thoughts and topics. He questioned why Tony had decided to choose the day it had peaked the temperature of the sun. The week had swum over a steady crest. It was somewhat tolerable to take a walk in the beginning of the week. Now? Now, Bucky was contemplating if he was either nudged out of a plastic bag, straight from the freezer; dunked into the sizzling fryer, or he was the melting ice cream that flew onto the fiery red lava port of a fair near the ocean. It was as if mother nature had been surprised by a wrestling match in her gut.

But, then again, the host had reassured that no one would pass out. Which might’ve been the reason for the heightened concern for the moment where someone who splay against the burning ground. No one had bothered about someone else passing out until Tony had brought it up. However, there was no need to worry as they were blessed to be in the presence of a sophisticated doctor, Bruce Banner. And no, it was not at all reassuring as it literally felt like their feet were being sizzled alive.

The muscles and tendons that cladded around Bucky’s wavering bones were at the end of a merciless stick of heat. It somehow liquified into a puddle of nothing but... meat. Pushing the hideous (and shuddering) visualization to the side, he inquired a question he knew he wouldn’t have an answer to: Why had he been dunked by a bucket of sweat, his soles still bubbling of unbearable bumps that pinched pain from his regrettable decision where he was put at a vulnerable spot... while his friends had been sauntering on the ground? Were the ground not fired enough to melt their foam sandals? Not even their feet, one of his closest friend, Steve Rogers, paced around the pool with only a teasing amount of sweat painted across his forehead. Bucky had to sigh in defeat, though, the man had been consuming cans upon cans. All iced and cold. Oh, how suffocating it felt to sit on the chair.

With only his blue swimming trunks on, he fell into the captivating imagination of him walking over the frying pan to snatch a drink for himself. Bucky could only take a glance at the icebox that poked bobbling heads of aluminium cans of refreshing flavours whenever the lid was opened for him to take a faint glance. The man was sure he had seen a teaser of an iced coffee somewhere. Although, he feared it might’ve been consumed by a somewhat... hyperactive friend. Hands tucked behind his head, Bucky’s fingers were engulfed in the sticky liquid. It weaved as irritating strings that wouldn’t fly off with every swat of his hand. Bucky’s hands were accustomed to the beads of sweat exasperating out of his skin while the air was sizzling. Not much different from pouring oil onto a pan that was ready to exert its anger on.

Chattering from randomly wheeled through topics which had been on a range from an accidental shift of work hours to high school crushes, it was followed by strings of laughter. The noise trickled into the ears of the only man who had found himself in peace without any interaction. Was peace even the right word? Not too long ago he wished he would jump into the pool for a quick cool off (after a few minutes of adapting to the scorching medium, he was sure the water would be just warm- not burning), but then he remembered he had no energy and will to do so. Bucky wished someone pushed him into the pool without having his skin graze over the hellfire-like ground. Another surge of roaring laughter erupted from the small crowd. It was most likely Tony cracking one of those past eggs before the attention had been directed to the man whose face was smeared over with crimson red paint. It was Steve.

Although Bucky had been pulled into some conversations, most of them had ended quite abruptly. One of them had been from the forgotten grill that had been sizzling, popping chunks of burnt meat into the covered lid. At least Thor had the decency to shut it. Or else it would’ve resulted in parkour of avoiding the bouncing hot pieces from the erupting volcano. Despite the chatting had been so quick, he forgot what they were even talking about. He blamed it on the weather, and the scorching temperature, which caused his thoughts to be evaporated into the unbearable heat.

Bucky tried his hardest to enjoy the session of the invisible breeze of wind in the hot air (there was only a teasing amount of appearances from the natural cooling method). Well, he was trying his best to see the silver lining of the situation. After all, it was he who had dragged his girl to go to the gathering. There was nothing worse than having to admit your fault when you had been so determined and persistent on pursuing a belief. Oh, the last thing Bucky would do was give that satisfactory to Y/N; even though, she could practically see through his tears.

Freshly peeled can of soda swirled into his nose, the scent of a too concentrated solution of grape rammed the wall of his lungs. It clashed into the delicately layered muscles, no different to that of poison. Less than a centilitre of poison would be enough to yank the soul of the victim before they could even comprehend it was their last day. To see the same effects, one would have to drink around half a dozen of the sodas that had been hovering in front of the resting (would it be called resting if he was dying inside?).

Despite the obvious taste of chemicals that would linger on ones’ tongue for the whole day even though they had been scrubbing the bristles of their toothbrush on the flap of muscle with immense force, the brand had still insisted on the ‘No artificials’ plastered on their metal cans. The enormous label that was the size of the can’s name was plastered at the top in bright yellow, the outline had been bubbly with a faint shadow that had exposed the grainy pixels. What a way to catch attention.

His eyelids fluttered open as jumping droplets of the soda pierced onto his face. No different to that of popcorns springing out from the machine. Standing beside the chair was Sam, who offered the drink to Bucky. Despite Bucky squinting through his nearly closed eyelids, he could tell that Sam was not at all affected by said-weather.

There Bucky was, having a courtroom debate in his head to the burning temperature, while his friend had been at the merciful end. There were evaporating beads of sweat that trickled down the sides of his face, nothing a swipe from his hand cannot remove. Even though Bucky was sauntering down the lane of jealousy, he was tugged onto a screeching halt in realization. A can that had been freshly plucked out from the icebox was in Sam’s hand. Then, all that glittered in the resting man’s eyes were sparkles of gold as if he had seen his guardian angel who had flown down to save him. His saviour. Wings would look good on Sam.

After mumbling thanks under his breath that came out more of a raspy noise of cheese being grated; he grabbed the can, Sam made a place on the neighbouring chair that was vacant for anyone to use, “Man, Steve’s like a six-year-old who's banned from sugar.” Even though Sam’s eyes were behind the shadowy glasses, Bucky could guess the expression he wore. Bucky chuckled at the sight of his blond friend chugging cans after cans as if it was a competition.

There was no doubt that Steve was in such a state because he had somehow slipped one sip down his throat, which was his first mistake. A mistake that would usually be meticulously watched over by Steve’s other half, Peggy. The woman was the friend in the friend group who sent health benefits of herbs and other green things (unfortunately, not Shrek) to the group chat at two in the morning. Which only left questions and speculations to linger in the air to what she was even doing awake at such times. Maybe it was when Tony had chided for Peggy to let loose of the rope she twirled around the man. Peggy had been persistent that she was loose. So, one thing led to another; the man was now on his third can. Peggy had to watch with her eyes twitching at the hyperactive man. His bloodstreams probably had enough sugar to coat the walls of his blood vessels.

“He’s gonna be a handful for Peggy. Nothing she can’t handle.” The two chuckled at Bucky’s words. It was true, Peggy barely had problem with... taming Steve. They were like a perfect piece of a puzzle, their sides of the parts completed one another. The last time a situation was like so, Steve had been enticed by a sugary pink stick that Tony had lying around, sprawled on his kitchen counter. Once again, one thing led to another, and Steve somehow ended up pounding on his chest as if a gorilla on a table.

Sam hummed, muscles dancing against the ticklish bumps on the chair, “He’s on a leash, I tell you.” Eyes shut tight, Sam practically melted into the seat. Maybe it was from the heat, but as Bucky brushed his eyes over the relaxing figure, he knew Sam found solace in the air. The chilly liquid crawled down his throat.

The silence from the chilling man had only answered to his suspicion that Sam was in fact, fast asleep. The corners of his lips curled up at the sight of the man who was infamous for never finding the time to relax. Sam associated himself with parties; when the man’s mindset had set onto the things that needed to be done on his desk, it was difficult to stir him away from the focus. Bucky recalled the time he had stumbled on Sam who had splayed out on his office floor since the man had pushed himself to complete the batch of work. He still remembered the worry he had at the sight. The only evidence that the man was not dead but just slumbering was the presence of his pulse thrumming.

Shifting his body back to his previous state, Bucky could feel the prickling of kisses from the sun on his hairs. Although he was enjoying the dream of returning back home, all his work completed, waiting for him on the desk, whoever watched over him disliked the idea. The sheets he would have to go through would consume nearly his whole day, if he was unlucky, it would bite off a chunk from his weekend. Oh, no. The weekend was his only method of escape to ignore the existence of work. A vibration echoed from his phone, shaking an earthquake through the glass table. The noise trickled into his ears, shattering the glowing imagination that was too good to be true.

The groaning from the device pierced through the table once again, calling out for its owner, “Hey, Buck, think you could... run a little errand for me?” Before he had the chance to flip the phone to glance at the notification, Bruce stood in front of the burning source of light, shielding Bucky’s blinded eyes. The sneaky ray of light bounced off the umbrella. Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused to the vague sentence.

“Errand?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What happened to your new secretary?” Bruce let out a sheepish chuckle, fingers scratching the nape of his neck as he replayed the memory which he now wished he could forget.

“Yeah, about that, I accidentally gave her a leave...” A chuckle fell off the resting man’s face, Bucky shook his head in disbelief. Oh, Bruce. Always expect the unexpected with the man. There had been countless of times Bruce had a word slip off his tongue, most of them were nice. Too nice. So, it didn’t shock Bucky that the man had somehow allowed his new secretary to take some time off. Never will they forget the time they went to a cafe, and Bruce somehow ended up buying a dozen coffees. The doctor blamed it on the enticing offer, one he couldn’t pass off. But the team knew. They knew the cashier cast a spell on him.

“Sure, what’dya need?”

A hand clasped onto Bruce’s shoulders, causing the man to hiss a wince through the cracks of his teeth, “Why’d you run away like that?” Rising from the back, a shadowy figure soon stood next to Bruce. Thor’s booming voice banged into their ears in surges of boisterous pitches. It was a habit the man had, a little quirk, he did. Thor’s way of talking was screaming; although, he had denied being that loud, “You wanna ask Bucky to do it?”

“Do what?” Bucky stared at the two, eyes darting, lost from the lack of context.

“Yes! I do!” Bruce grumbled back, annoyed that Thor had scurried from the circle he was just in, to follow the man. All Bruce wanted to do was mumble the words in secret, away from the people that might whisper his words to other ears. The two fell into bickering. Bruce was prominently shorter than the towering figure of Thor, a reason to why Bruce’s neck would be needed gentle massages later on.

Bucky grabbed his phone, he leaned back with a huff. If the man wasn’t confused already, he had no clue why his girlfriend who sat on the other side of the pool had texted him. Their eyes met. Bucky didn’t know how to react when he saw her shoot a coquettish smirk into his perplexed eyes. Ardent thumbs pressed the password before he clicked on the messaging app.

Then, his heart dropped out of his ass.

The photo of his girl in fiery red lingerie struck a chord in him. Well, snipped away his connection to reality as he tried to digest the picture. It was mostly indulging in the way her skin filled up the brassiere and the garter. Not to forget the accompanying message. Need your fingers in me, “Right, Bucky?”

Bucky didn’t know how fast it took him to switch off his phone, “Huh?”

Thor let out a loud cackle, no different to that of a cracking thunder that zapped the innocent field. Bruce walked away in defeat, shoulders curled down. Noticing the confusion in Bucky’s eyes, Thor chided, “I said some people don’t even listen to what Bruce say. You proved my point.”

The man didn’t have the chance to say anything since Thor paced away. Then, everything flipped.

“Holy shit!” Tony yelled out, his neck veins so close to the surface, it nearly burst the vessel. Without having to say anything, everyone did their part. “Steve! Stop taking so many tissues! I fucking pay for those as a matter of fact! Y/N, could you grab a roll of tissue paper? It’s in the store!”

Pulling her eyes away from her screen, the device was nearly thrown into the body of water at the abrupt change of events. The chaotic mess of shuffling bodies with sheets of ripped tissue papers in their hands that sprinted left and right pierced into her head. What a day for relaxing. Even though she was confused to the commotion, she didn’t need to ask as her eyes brought upon the answer. The bits of meat that had splattered from its main chunk haphazardly pierced the ground, splattering against the floor as if an uncontrollable firearm. Poor burgers.

The woman nodded, sprinting into the house, inching away from the furious grill to avoid being the canvas for its splashes of paint. With her heart thrumming, her feet stomping the ground echoed through the long hallways of the home. Sticking to shuffle in the middle as the path had been blocked by large decorations of lavish vases that sat at her waists’ height, she made sure nothing had been damaged. Y/N was pulled to a screech at the door that resided at the end of the hallway. Practically bursting into the room, she didn’t waste time to nudge everything off the shelves that wasn’t what she needed. The name of the object chanted in her head, echoing as if to remind herself. Everything else was of no use. If her head was a movie theatre and all the seats were take, the audience was probably melting. There was no sight of the needed roll. Her heart sang the last song she would ever hear before it was cut short by the slamming of a door.

“Bucky?” Although she was narrowing her eyes at the figure of the man who leaned on the metal shelves, his eyes amused by her franticness, her attention was averted back to the treasure hunting. Y/N nudged the endless bottles of shampoo aside, not scoring a point of care. She wasn’t sure if it was all for Pepper or Tony. The deep cracks she had meandered through the once organized storeroom didn’t give a sign of the roll. “Not now. I need to find tissues.”

Her words fell on his deaf ears as he persistently rubbed his body into her back. Despite her efforts to shimmy away from him, it seemed the space between the two closed, inching until she could feel a hardness prodding her thigh. A gasp echoed into the air, “You feel that?”

“Bucky! I need to find the tissues.” Y/N managed to breathe out, the words obstructed her throat.

“Then find it,” Bucky’s voice was low, deep as the puffs from his lips caressed her exposed skin. There was barely anything her skimpy bikini could cover. With determination, she continued, ignoring the prominent presence. “Though, I wouldn’t bother. Thor just used a fire extinguisher.”

Even though she wanted to snap her back straight from the news, Bucky’s rigid body blocked her way, “I said find it,” Without warning her, his warm digit nudges her panties aside, dipping into her. A breathy moan trickled into the tranquil air which Y/N tried her best to stifle. There wasn’t any use in pressing her lips together, the way his fingers knew how to rotate her gear had only sent off something in her. Y/N didn’t even dare to cover her mouth with her hand as she knew if she removed the leverage, she would’ve collapsed into the ground. “Sending me photos in public.” Bucky chuckled, not sending the same emotion of amusement to the brutal pace he had pumped his fingers.

He didn’t even bother to tease, pressing his thumb to her sensitive clit, circling roughly. The shelves shake, little bits falling off the surface (thankfully, they were only crumpled up plastic bags). Y/N barely had time to whine about him removing his fingers as she spun around, her lips locking into his, “Bucky...”

The man hummed, his fingers not wasting time to plunge into her, “Wanted my finger. Take it.”

It didn’t take long for Bucky to relish the sight of her head thrown back, chest heaving in surges of breathing. Tongue swirling around the liquid, he hummed at the familiar taste. Y/N had told hold herself back from rolling her eyes.

“What took you so long?” Tony’s eyes darted towards the woman who he had trusted the task of fetching the roll of tissues from the store. The conversation they were having died down, their focus now set onto the exiting figure. Y/N hummed as she practically threw the object onto the wooden table, the legs of the victimized surface quivered. Shivers of the earthquake wavered through the metal rods causing the metal to sing in a falsetto tone as it clashes into its neighbouring accompanies, nearly causing the other occupants of the table to slide off.

“Couldn’t find it.” The words brushed her lips, jumping into the ears of her friends. While she had sauntered off to lay back down on her previous spot, she didn’t notice that everybody’s neck craned to the following body. Fingers weaved through the locks of his hair, Bucky mussed the already messy bundle.

“What?” He couldn’t help himself. The corners of his lips curled up in satisfaction that they had seen the marking he had left on Y/N. Too caught up in the bliss moment, she hadn’t even realized he had left a piece of himself on her neck. The owner of the house threw the utensil on the floor with a huff. Reminder: Don’t invite Bucky and Y/N over.

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xxgalacticparadisexx · 5 years

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Parenting sometimes is the worst.

"Over here, Sockhead, hey!"

Edd turns to Eddy.

"Help me out of this molasses, it's trying to swallow me." Eddy stated.

Ed and Eddy are sinking in quicksand.

"Wiggle my toes, wiggle my toes." Ed said.

"Make no sudden movements. You're sinking in QUICKSAND!!!!" Edd replied panicking.

"Quicksand? Ed! We're done for!" Eddy panicked.

"We are so in manure!" Ed exclaimed.

“Immature, stupid, immature QUICK ED! We're really sinking now!" Eddy replied, still panicking.

"To all the girls I loved before." Ed replied.

"No! Ed! "Hang on, man!" Eddy exclaimed.

“Help! Help!" Ed shouted.

"Double D! Do something!" Eddy shouted to his friend.

Edd was creating a rope from vines as his friends cry for help.

"Stay calm, don't panic." Edd said aloud.

Edd finished the rope.

”I got it!” Edd exclaimed.

Edd tossed the rope in the sand.

"Quickly, take hold of that–" Edd started but cut off.

Edd stops talking. The rope lands on top of the sand. His friends are no more.

"No. NO. NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" Edd screamed.

Edd frantically searches through the mud.

"Where are you? Eddy! Ed! Oh don't you give up on me! Answer me!" Edd shouted once more.

Edd gives up and begins to cry.

"Please?...” Edd sobbed.

"Why oh why did you listen to me? This is all my fault! I should have never let you leave the cul-de-sac!" Edd sobbed.

As Edd cries, a handkerchief is held out to him. Edd reaches for it.

"Thank you, Ed. Goodness, Ed, that's filthy." Edd replied, tears running down his face.

Edd's eyes bulge. Ed and Eddy are in front of him, covered in mud but otherwise no worse for wear.

"Gotcha." Eddy said grinning.

The two burst into laughter. Edd stands up.

"Man, you're such a sap! This muck's only ankle deep! Can't sink in it!" Eddy laughed.

“Got that right, Eddy! Because sinks are Mother Nature's own cereal bowl!" Ed chimed in.

Edd turns around and walks off.

"Hey Sockhead, where you going?" Eddy said disgruntled.

"You got somewhere to be? What?" Eddy continued.

Edd walked through the swamp until he reaches a dock. He heaves himself up onto it. Water drips off of him, and he slips on it. Edd makes a label reading "Caution", slaps it on a puddle, and continues walking.

"Hey!"

Eddy and Ed follow after Edd.

“Where ya goin? You're headin back into the swamp!" Eddy reaches for Edd's shoulder "My bro don't live–" Eddy was cut off.

Marshie? Do you see them anywhere? Embry turned to look at her biological brother as the two of them soared through the sky, flapping her wings.

Embry has found the note in Edd’s room an hour ago. She left her daughter under her biological mother’s care and set off immediately with her older brother Marshie. Of course, he’d agreed to help.

A whole hour. How had she not found the boys after one whole hour. She was mad at herself for not being home from work to stop Edd from going. He was hers and Embry promised as his sister and guardian to protect him.

“Embry! There!” Marshie exclaimed pointing below.

Embry squinted where Marshie pointed and saw them immediately.

Embry nodded at Marshie as they tucked their wings a bit and made their way to swooping down for a landing.

Edd slapping Eddy’s hand away.

"Don't you dare touch me! "A sap? Well excuse my sincerity, but thinking I had lost the only two people I have left in this world–" Edd started, clearly pissed.

Eddy smiling, sure Edd's putting on an act

"And?"

Edd getting angrier.

"It's surprising, because your stubborn, inane desire to shock, sandbag and swindle is what put us here in the first place!" Edd shouted at Eddy.

“I helped too!" Ed chimed in.

Edd turns to Ed angrily. Edd then turns back to Eddy and resumes his rant.

“You and your nefarious scams!" Edd shouted again.

Eddy then became angry at Edd.

"Like you were picking daisies! You built the stupid thing!" Eddy shouted.

“If you had paid attention to what I said and not pushed the red button–" Edd started up again.

They begin to throw hands with each other.

Embry and Marshie arrived just in time to pull Edd and Eddy apart. Tucking their wings into their wing slits, hiding their wings from the human eye, the biological siblings rushed over.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Embry shouted at the pair, grabbing Edd away from Eddy.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? Your acting ridiculous!” Marshie shouted, grabbing Eddy away from Edd.

"Stop! I demand you tickle each other right now!" Ed shouted in.

“Stay out of it, Ed!" Embry, Edd, Marshie, and Eddy shouted.

Embry and Marshie continued to struggle holding Edd and Eddy back from each other.

“This is stupid, Em. It isn’t working.” Marshie shouted over to his sister.

“Oh you think?! You have a better idea, Marsh?” Embry shouted sarcastically.

“The evil dark side has consumed them both! Trouble! Bad! Pain!" Ed chimed in.

“Ed! Hush!” Embry and Marshie shouted.

Edd broke free of his sister’s grasp and Eddy broke free from Marshie’s grasp. Which isn’t easy breaking free from a human avian hybrid.

"I've had enough!" Edd shouted.

Edd kicks Eddy off.

"I'm returning home!" Edd shouted once more.

“Damn straight you are going home, all of you!” Marshie shouted angrily, glaring at the boys.

Embry whipped around on her younger brother, rage in her eyes.

“Do you know how reckless and worried sick we’ve all been?!” Embry shouted at Edd.

“Mother and Father didn’t even notice my absence! What does it matter?” Edd snapped back.

“Oh really? Well guess what kiddo! It does matter! Last I checked, I'm your sister and I’m responsible for you! You are also my daughters uncle! What kind of example are you trying to set for her? I found your note and came to find you straight away because I was worried sick something had happened to you three! I don’t give a damn about what mom and dad think! I care and that should be enough! This was really careless of you, Edd! I can’t believe you!” Embry had shouted back.

Edd looked from Embry to Marshie. The biological siblings had absolute rage in their face. Tears had welled up in Edd’s eyes and began fall down his face.

Embry and Marshie rounded on Ed and Eddy.

“You two should’ve known better as well! Do you know how worried you’ve had everyone?!” Embry snapped.

“Embry. Marshie. You don’t understand, Ed had to get away from the kids. We made a mistake.” Eddy started.

“Oh you think?! Let’s go, you three are going home. End of discussion.” Marshie snapped.

“Fine. How’d you get here anyways?” Eddy asked, not angry realization hit him that Embry and Marshie were right.

Embry and Marshie said nothing and unfurled their wings from their wing slits.

“Oh right.” Eddy replied.

Tears still streaming down his face, Edd made his way into his sisters arms. He wasn’t big on flight but he wasn’t going to complain. Edd held onto his sister tightly, snuggling into her. Edd knew she was still furious at them, he didn’t blame her.

Embry held him close and secure. She then looked over at Marshie. He had Ed on his back and Eddy in his arms, he always made things work.

“Marshie? Are you sure you can handle it?” Embry asked.

Marshie nodded positive.

Embry and Marshie kicked off from the ground with the boys, flapping their wings and soaring, flew them home.

((Embry, Angel, Rosemary belong to me!

((Marshie belongs to @minikawa!

((Big Picture Show, Original Script, and Original Characters all belong to Danny Antonucci!

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Blue Skies

Chapter. 1 Fate

Link hopped off his Loftwing as he landed in Skyloft after visiting Zelda down in the village they were building on the surface. 2 years had past since the whole Demis thing and since then things have been peaceful as they were before and it was great. He let out a sigh he stretched and made his way to the Bizarre to restock on potions, he had gotten into a fight with some Bokoblin’s as he was patrolling the area and used the last of them up. He entered the bizarre and picked up some potions from Luv and put them in his adventure pouch. As he made his way out the fortune teller spotted him and waved him over. “Link I have a fortune for you today!” He called and Link raised a brow and walked over to him. “Is this for real or are you just trying to get some rupee’s off me like last time?” He asked. “Nonono, this is for real and I ask for no Rupee’s now come!” Link sighed and walked over ad stop in front of the fortune teller. “I had a dream last night that I would give you a fortune today… about your soulmate.” Link eyes went wide, finding your soulmate was rare to happen in Skylofts. It was more common before the surface invasion all those years ago. He wondered who it will be and blushed at the though of Zelda being his soul mate. It would explain a lot actually. The Fortune teller looked into his crystal ball and his eye’s sparkled. “Oh I see… very interesting…” He mumbled and Link leaned forward. “What is it, who are they?” Link asked excited. “I can’t make them out fully… it’s like somethings blocking me from see them fully. A strong spiritual presence or they are so fare away that my vision can’t fully see them but I can tell you this.” Link nodded and listen intently, waiting for his next words.

“Wing’s of gold and eye’s of blue. Their name blown away like the leaves, a great power they must overcome and a past lost to them. Soon it will be gained by the one and everything will fall into place.”

Link blinked in shock not expecting to hear this at all. Who ever his soulmate was defiantly wasn’t Zelda and they sounded like they needed help. “Thank you.” Link thanked the Fortune teller and left the Bizarre and headed to the academy. He was lost in thought as he walked down the path trying to figure out who this person was and if he ever met them before. If he hadn’t then how was he supposed to find his mysterious soulmate and help them? He walked into is room and sat on the bed removing his weapons and boot’s before laying down. Perhaps a nap will help clear his mind…

In another world unknown to Skyloft two angel’s, a light and dark flew throw the sky. The goddesses Lady Palutena and Viridi helped them fly towards some underworld monster’s who had escaped and they needed to catch before they started to terrorize the nearby town. “How much further are we from the monster’s Lady Palutena?” Pit asked his Goddess as he scaned the sky for any the might attack him and Dark Pit. “Your getting closer, you should be able to see them any minute now so be prepared and focus.” The goddess of light said to her champion. “Like he can ever focus.” Dark Pit smirked and Pit sent his Doppelganger a glare. “Hey I can focus!” He defended himself. “No you can’t, you would be in the middle of training your troops and the next your be like ‘oh, look a bird’ and chase after it” He said and Pit gasped. “I HAVE NEVER DONE THAT!” Viridi then let out a audible sigh. “Here they go again…” She said to Palutena who rolled her eye’s as the angel’s bickering continued. Luckily they made it to the town with out killing each other and fought off the monsters with ease. The left with a few bruises but nothing serious, yet even after their battle the two angel’s continued at it. “Will these two ever stop!?” Viridi asked annoyed as Palutena sighed and rubbed her temple. “most likely not until one knocks out the other.” She said to the other goddess just as annoyed. “Like why do you have to be so doom and gloom all the time, huh!?” Pit yelled and Dark Pit glared at him. “Again why are you so annoyingly cheerful?!” He yelled back making Pit glad now. “I told you I’m positive!”

“More like a stupid flightless idiot who can’t fend for himself and need’s his goddess to do everything for him, no wonder why you don’t have any parent because they got to annoyed with you!” Viridi and Palutena both let out gasp’s of shock, even Pitttoo seemed shocked over what he just said, Viridi stopped him and he turned around about to apologies but stopped in confusion when he saw Pit was a few feet behind him. “ I didn’t stop him.” Palutena said confused. “Then who did?” Viridi asked. “Uhh…Pit?” Dark Pit called out but then suddenly the blue glow around Pit wings started to change into gold and his head shot up, his eye’s glowing as well. “What the-“Before Pitttoo could do anything Pit flow over at top speed and punched him in the face before holding his arm in a death grip. “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT, YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” Pit screamed out but it sounded echoy. His hand started to glow and Pittoo yelped out as it started to burn him. “PIT STOP YOUR HURTING ME!” Dark cried out in pain and fear, he never seen Pit like this before. He looked so angry. “It can’t be!” Palutena gasped in shock and teleported them back. They appeared in the thrown room where her and Viridi where and she quickly pulled Pit away from Pittoo and restrained him ropes of light. Viridi making sure Dark Pit was ok. “Pit please calm down!” The goddess of light begged but Pit screams were now truning into loud crying and some centurion’s came running in and circled around Pit, as if this had happened before. Both Viridi and Pittoo looked at this confused then in horror Palutena covered both Pit’s mouth a nose, and the angel’s glowing eye’s went wide as he released he couldn’t breath and tried to free himself away from the goddess and the restraints. “WHAT ARE YOU DO YOUR KILLING HIM!” Pittoo cried in terror as Pit’s struggling started to turn into twitching and his eyes closed. The Centurion’s then started to pull their goddess away from their Captin and Pit fell limply to the floor. Forgetting about his burnt arm Pittoo quickly ran over to Pit as he started to cough and gasp for air. He pulled Pit into his arm’s and held him as he started to cry. “Easy Pit it’s ok I got you, it’s ok.” He soothed his lighter half and glared at the goddess of light.

“Palutena what were you doing!?” Viridi screamed at her and Palutena looked at her. “I-I didn’t know what else to do… I though he grew out of that. I thought I got ride of his powers.” She said wide eyed and Viridi looked at her confused. “What are you talking about?” Pit removed his face from Pittoo’s chest and looked back at his goddess in hurt and betrale. “Y-you promised m-me you wouldn’t do that again!” He sobbed and the goddess looked down in shame. “My dear Hylia... I am sorry, I failed you.” Viridi’s eye’s went wide. “What do you mean you failed Hylia, what did you promise her?” She asked Palutena as she looked at Pit who was still in Pittoo’s arm’s. “Pit… do you remember how I said I came to be your guardian?” She asked and Pit gulped and nodded. “Ya… after my parents died in battle when I was a baby.” He hiccuped and Palutena turned away and walked over to her mirror of seeing. “Well… that was a lie… you see I was really good friends with you mother. Her name was Hylia and she was also a goddess of light in another world. All god’s and goddess’s know each other, even if they live in other worlds. You see your mother… a great war suddenly began in her world, against a deamon king named…Demis.” She took a deep breath. “Everyone said she would most likely be in a very bad state once the war ended but I didn’t listen. I had no contact with Hylia for months and I grew greatly worried. Then one day out of the blue she sent me a massage, asking if I could come to her temple in her world. so I went…

/ Flashback /

Palutena appeared in the entry of Hylia’s temple and quickly stared to look for her. “Hylia! Hylia where are you sister!?” She called in a panic. “Over her sister…” She heard the light voice of her younger friend and made her way to the bed room where she found her sitting next to what looked like a crib. She looked horrible and greatly worn out. Her brought blue eye’s which once held a soft glow to them were now dim from the sight of battle. Her skin was also so pail it almost blend in with her white dress. “Hylia..” Palutena frowned seeing the state of her, yet Hylia smiled. “Come over, I want you to meet someone.” Palutena nodded and walked over to Hylia and peered into the crib and gasped. There sleeping peacefully was a little new born angel. “His name is Pit, he’s my son.” Palutena couldn’t believe her eye’s and looked at Hylia in confusion. “But how, I thought you didn’t have eye’s for anyone. who’s the father?” She asked and Hylia only chuckled. “Their is no father I made him on my own… for a reason.” “And why is that?” Palutena asked with concern. Hylia closed her eye’s and took a deep breath. “I’m going to give up my immortal form to be reborn along the human’s.” The green haired goddess looked at her in shock and hurt. “But why?!” Hylia frowned and look down, a lone tear sliding down her pail cheek. “As punishment for myself for what I did to that poor Hero I had chosen, for what I did to make him who he was. He died because of me!” She sobbed and a hand flow up to her mouth to silence her cries of sorrow so she wouldn’t wake her sleeping son. Palutena pulled her sister of light into a hug and held her until she calmed. “I made Pit from the last of my power and pureness I had left. I needed to know that if something were to ever happen to my spirit that their would be someone to take over my spot and create a better future for the survivors of the war. So I must ask something of you…Will you raise him?” Palutena’s eye’s went wide in shock. “He’ll fit in with the other angel’s in Skyward and he’ll be safe until or if his Destiney comes to pass.”

/ end of flashback /

“And of course I said yes.” The green haired goddess said and turned back to looked at Pit who was now sanding up again but Pittoo still held him close. “Hylia loved you the moment she saw you, I did two… But before I took you away she gave you that scarf as a little peace of her for you to always have.” Tears of sadness rolled down Pit’s face hearing this. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He cried and pulled away from his dark half. “YOU KEPT MY TURE LIFE, MY BIRTHRIGHT HIDDEN FROM ME! FILLING MY HEAD WITH A LEGACY OF LIE’S!” He screamed out, his wings and eye’s started to glow again and Palutena backed away in fright and held her hands up in defense. “Pit please let me expla-“ “NO, I WON’T NEVER AGAIN!” Pit then flow out of the temple, tears rushing down his face.

#linkpit #slight Pitcest #my fanfiction #blue skies #Pit #Link #Dark Pit #Palutena #viridi #angest

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