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four or five moments (ii.)

pairing: wade wilson/deadpool x fem!assassin!reader

summary: you're literally just trying to do your job, and it's going great so far, you've killed trask, all you have left is to stop that truck from leaving new york. few problems: deadpool can't stay dead, you're having a moral dilemma and why is that car getting closer? oh shit-!

—or: deadpool literally hits you with a car

word count: 4k+

warnings: fem reader, wade being nasty, flirting, sex jokes, canon violence, there isn't too much plot, blood, strange conversations about morality, wade being annoying, he also breaks the fourth wall a few times, i did not pre-read this pls bare with spelling mistakes

notes: i was peer pressured to write this. it literally strays off from the og plot so bad you get whiplash!!

part one

All you really need is four or five moments.

Four or five moments to prove that you're better than them, that you wouldn't stoop as low, to prove that an eye for an eye will only leave two people blind. No blood will bring mercy. No. But it might get you some peace of mind knowing that they can't hurt you anymore, knowing that there's one less asshole on the earth that's trying to hurt you and the people you care about. It is heartless, you're well aware, but you are not trained to have much of a heart, much less to care.

You remind yourself of that fact as lights blur into neon streaks and speeding vehicles race by. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline sharpening your senses, and the stab wound on your leg becomes a distant throb.

You leap onto a motorcycle conveniently left unattended by a fleeing warehouse worker, hot-wiring it with practiced ease. The engine roars to life, and you peel out onto the road, weaving through traffic. The bike vibrates beneath you, a sleek, powerful beast responding to your every command.

Behind you, Deadpool is a persistent shadow. You catch glimpses of his red suit and mask as he commandeers a car, recklessly swerving through lanes to catch up to you. His determination is infuriating, but you can't afford to be distracted. You grit your teeth, focusing on the chase.

Your earpiece crackles to life, and a familiar voice comes through. "I've got eyes on your tracker," your handler says. "They're heading towards the docks. Be careful; we don't know if it's a set-up."

"Understood," you reply, voice steady despite the chaos.

As you near the docks, the industrial landscape looms ahead, a labyrinth of shipping containers and cranes casting long shadows in the dim light. The truck is just ahead, its taillights glowing like beacons.

You accelerate closer, and with one hand, you grab an energy gun, in a quick movement, you shoot at the truck doors, immediately regaining your grip on the handle afterwards. The doors fly open, revealing giant metal scraps and wooden crates.

You nearly curse, swerving out of the way when a pipe tumbles out from the back of the truck, crashing onto the road. The clang of metal on asphalt echoes in your ears. You slow down by the truck's blind spot, knowing you'd have to stop it, especially now that the cargo was confirmed to be in it.

You stay ready with your gun, pulling it from the holster on your thigh. You wait a beat, then another, and as the truck starts to pick up speed, you make your move and roll up to the driver's window, shooting through the glass. The bullet flies through the driver's head, causing him to slump forward, pressing on the horn. The blaring sound drowns out your second shot, which takes down the man in the passenger seat before he can shoot you.

The truck starts to slow, veering erratically before it crashes into a building with a deafening crunch of metal and shattering glass. The impact takes down a few light posts and parked cars, sending debris flying. Broken electrical wires dance and crackle around the wreck, their sparks reflected in the spray of a burst fire hydrant.

"Great job," your handler's voice crackles through your comms. "Dispose of the truck. No witnesses—"

The connection cuts off as you are violently hit from the side by a black car. The force of the impact sends you flying off your bike, tumbling across the rough asphalt. Your suit and helmet take most of the fall, tearing and cracking under the friction. Your visor shatters, the protective plastic lining breaking at the base.

You feel the sting and burn of broken skin on your arms and legs, grime and dirt mixing with the blood seeping from your cuts. Your vision is blurred, and a high-pitched ringing fills your ears. Every breath you take is shallow and painful, your ribs protesting with each inhale. Biting the inside of your cheek, you push yourself to pull off your broken helmet, tossing it aside. You blink hard, trying to focus your vision and spot a figure approaching.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, you recognize the distinctive red and black suit. Deadpool. He strides towards you with casual confidence, katana in hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask but undoubtedly filled with a mix of amusement and determination. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on his suit, highlighting the dried blood and grime.

"Please, don't be mad, honeybuns." Deadpool's irritating voice is the first thing you can hear when the ringing stops. He's standing before you, gloved hands out for you to take.

You don't move, heaving, "What the fuck, Wade?"

"Oh, are we on a first-name basis now? I think I like it." Wade Wilson hums, and when you still don't take his hands, he kneels before you. The smell of sweat and gunpowder wafts off him, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. "I know this all seems a little confusing—"

"You hit me with a fucking car, you dick!" you belt out, eyes wide with rage. The pain and exhaustion make your voice hoarse, every word a struggle.

"Well, yes. But it's only fair—"

"Fuck you."

"Listen to me." He says a little desperately, and you're glaring at him through your tears. Wade doesn't let it get to him, instead, he calls out your name, barely above a whisper as he looks at you. "You are getting innocent people killed." He tells you. "Look around. This might not be a cul-de-sac, but there are civilians, and they're hurt. We need to leave. You need to call it."

You glance over his shoulder, tired eyes scanning the area. He was right. Dock workers are running around, shouting and helping people out of the old building the truck had crashed into. It's late at night, but not late enough for the place to be deserted; people are still at work, still trying to get by.

You wince as you watch a pregnant woman being led out of a crashed car by her husband, a gash on her head. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber fills the air, mixing with the acrid scent of smoke from the crashed truck.

"Killing shitty people is one thing," Deadpool tells you, and you hate the way his voice is almost earnest. His tone is different, more serious, a stark contrast to his usual unserious demeanour. "But I'm familiar with your no-witnesses rule. This would just be mass murder if I let you keep going. Not exactly my piece of cake. Just..."

He stops, letting his head hang for a moment as if he were too repulsed to say it. You can see his shoulders slump slightly, a rare show of genuine emotion. "Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to say this," he grumbles, "Four or five moments. That's all it takes. Just stop and think. It's all it takes to be a hero."

You grit your teeth, hating that Wade Wilson is your voice of reason. The biggest asshole in New York, and here he is lecturing you on morality.

Hairs are falling out of your braid and sticking to your forehead, yet you don't care. Sweat mixes with blood, creating a sticky mess on your skin. You can only glare at him. "You're the last fucking person who should be telling me how to be a hero."

Wade sighs, loud and obnoxious, his mask wrinkling around his eyes as he scrunches up his face. "I'm sorry I hit you with a car. You kinda deserved it after killing Trask. He was my last chance at becoming pretty again. Now I have to stalk another crazy scientist." He taps his chin thoughtfully, "I always figured I'd end up chasing a mad scientist again, but not under these circumstances."

It's when you can no longer hold yourself up with your arms that Wade takes in the gravity of your injuries. He winces, watching you crumble to the ground before him. "Oh, wow, that's a lot of blood," he notes, his voice suddenly devoid of humour. The sight of your blood pooling on the asphalt seems to pull him back to reality. "Should I take you to a hospital? How many fingers am I holding up?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer.

"Three? No. Two? Yikes. It's worse than I thought." Wade stands, and the worry in his voice is poorly masked by his usual sarcasm. "Here we go. Up, up!" When he moves to pick you up, you start turning away, your body protesting every movement.

"Wade, wait—" you rasp, trying to stop him from touching you. Your voice is weak, barely above a whisper.

But it's too late. When he reaches for you, your body phases, a faint white glow surrounding you as his hands and arms fall through your body as if you're a ghost. He recoils, jumping back while a squeamish sound escapes his lips. He stares at you, then his hands, then back at you on the ground as you try to sit up again, confusion and amazement written all over his masked face.

"Oh. My. Motherfucking. Fuckballs." Wade gasped, eyes wide behind his mask. "Did my hand just go through you or is all that cocaine finally kicking in?"

You ignore him, holding onto your side as it throbs with pain. Every movement sends sharp, agonizing waves through your body. "Fuck."

"No way, you're a fucking mutant?" His tone is a mix of awe and excitement, like a kid discovering a new toy.

It's not like you kept it a secret. You used your abilities whenever you needed to, and sure, it was useful at times, especially in your line of work when you needed to get through locked doors and hidden rooms or just for the element of surprise. But it's draining. Leaves you winded after only a matter of seconds. You've always had a hard time controlling it when you're slightly delusional though. You must've hit your head really hard. Maybe that's why you haven't shot Deadpool, yet.

"Shut up, Wade."

"Hey, no need to be ashamed of it." He reassures you while trying to pick you up again. This time, he is more cautious, his movements slower and more deliberate. When he succeeds, you can tell he's grinning like a child underneath the mask.

He carries you back to the same fuckass car he hit you with, holding you with one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. There's a faint skip to his step as if you're not on the verge of losing consciousness. While kicking open the back door, Wade continues his chatter, and you really wish he'd killed you on impact.

"Being a mutant is great! Plus, it's not the early two thousands anymore, or whatever timeline Stewart was in. Man, they sure did hate mutants in that trilogy."

He sets you down in the back seat gently, his hands surprisingly delicate. "You know, I always knew you were different. You hit me harder than regular people. I just figured you really hated me."

"I do." you mutter.

"Oh, my little sweet buns, I'm sure you do." To your annoyance, he pokes your nose playfully. "But you can't hate me too much right now, I'm literally your knight in shining armor. See, I can be nice, especially to my fellow mercs. You'd bleed to death if I left you there."

"Only because you hit me with a fucking car," you snap, the pain and frustration boiling over.

"Good to know you're still harboring great anger towards that. Means you're still conscious. Keep being mean to me, baby, that's how I'll know you're okay." He pauses before shutting the door, looking at you lying on the backseat, bleeding and all the glory that comes from it. "And it also turns me on a little bit. God, I can't believe your suit is torn and not one bit of extra cleavage is exposed. What will it take for a guy to get some rated R nudity over here?"

And with that, he slams the door shut, the car shaking with the force of it. The sound makes the ringing return to your ears, and you bite back the urge to curse him. He takes a seat in the driver's seat, starting the engine and rushing out of the scene before first responders arrive. The car roars to life, and as he speeds away, you feel your consciousness slipping, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you.

The two of you sit in silence for the most part, only the sounds of the engine running and Wade humming the tune of a song you think is from The Greatest Showman soundtrack. You force yourself to stay awake. Mostly because you don't trust him, but it's also because you fear that if you let your eyes close you won't wake up again. Yeah, it's mostly because you don't trust Wade Wilson.

"Where are you taking me?" you finally ask, and you hate the way your voice sounds weak, barely above a whisper.

"Just a little safe house I know." He tells you, glancing back at you for a quick moment. "Very homey, trust me."

"What about the shipment?" you murmur, your mind struggling to stay focused.

"What?"

"The truck," you repeat, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"Oh, don't worry. That's no longer our problem." He says, "We're about to enter a whole new setting. That truck is forgotten plot."

Wade takes a sharp turn, and you wince as your body shifts uncomfortably in the back seat. The pain is getting worse, each bump in the road sending jolts of agony through your body. You grit your teeth, trying to stay conscious, but it's a losing battle.

After what feels like an eternity, the car finally comes to a stop. Wade gets out and you hear his footsteps crunching on gravel as he walks around to your door. He opens it carefully this time, his usual wiseass demeanour replaced by a rare show of genuine concern. He scoops you up gently, and you're too weak to protest.

The last thing you remember, before everything goes black, is the sight of a grand mansion looming ahead, its imposing silhouette framed by the moonlight. The large iron gates creak open as Wade carries you through them, the gravel path crunching under his boots. The mansion, with its towering spires and Gothic architecture, looks like something out of a fairy tale, a stark contrast to the violence and chaos you just escaped from.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the softness of the bed beneath you. The second thing you notice is the smell of lavender and the faint hum of medical equipment. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side makes you gasp.

"Whoa, easy there," a deep, accented voice says from beside you. You turn your head slowly, the motion making your vision swim. A towering, metal-skinned mutant sits by your bed, his imposing figure softened by a look of genuine concern. "You need to rest. You are badly injured."

Your throat feels like sandpaper as you rasp, "Where am I?"

"The X-Mansion," he replies in a soothing tone, the accent heavy but comforting. "Wade brought you here. You’re safe now. I am Colossus."

You try to take in your surroundings, your head feeling heavy as you look around. The room is vast and elegant, with high ceilings that seem to reach the heavens. The walls are adorned with rich tapestries and framed paintings, depicting serene landscapes and grand historical scenes.

Large windows let in the soft, golden glow of morning light, casting gentle shadows that dance across the floor. It’s a far cry from the dingy, rundown places you’re used to, especially that old apartment with its creaky floors and peeling wallpaper.

Your eyes finally land on Wade, who is slouched in a chair in the corner. He’s flipping through a Playboy magazine with exaggerated interest, still in his dirty suit from the night before.

When he sees you stir, he grins and waves a hand in your direction. "Morning, sunshine," he says cheerfully, his voice carrying an unnerving mix of sincerity and teasing. "You gave us quite a scare. But, I've got to say, that hospital gown is doing wonders for your figure. I love the blue. Great contrast to that black you're always wearing."

You roll your eyes, too exhausted to respond properly. The gown feels scratchy against your skin, and every movement sends sharp pangs of pain through your body.

Colossus, noticing your discomfort, shifts slightly. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice deep and steady.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you mutter, sending a glare in Wade's direction.

Colossus chuckles, the sound deep and resonant, like rolling thunder. "Do not worry about him. We will take care of you."

Despite the throbbing pain and overwhelming fatigue, a wave of relief washes over you. For the first time in a long while, you're surrounded by people who genuinely want to help. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the softness of the bed. "Thank you," you whisper, the words feeling strangely comforting. For once, you don’t feel the need to be constantly on guard.

Wade's grin widens as he leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out and adjusting his mask. "Anytime, honeybuns. Anytime."

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you feel the cool, soothing touch of a wet cloth on your forehead. The gentle pressure is a welcome contrast to the persistent throbbing pain.

The sound of soft murmurs and quiet footsteps fills the room, creating a cocoon of calm around you. At some point, you notice Colossus's massive hands, surprisingly gentle, as he carefully tends to your wounds, applying bandages with precision.

Eventually, a teenager with short hair and a no-nonsense expression enters the room. You learn her name is Negasonic Teenage Warhead. She carries a phone in one hand, handing Colossus a stack of clean bandages with the other. The faint scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs fills the air, mixing with the crispness of the freshly laundered bed linens.

Hours pass, or maybe it's days—it's difficult to gauge. When you next wake, the room is dimly lit, the golden light replaced by the softer hues of early evening. The pain has dulled to a manageable throb, and the heaviness in your limbs is slightly alleviated. Wade is still there, his previous outfit swapped for sweatpants and a dark green sweater, though he keeps his red and black mask on. He lounges in the chair beside your bed, now engrossed in an iPad, giggling softly to himself.

"Oh, man. Instagram reels are crazy," he snorts, shaking his head as he scrolls through the screen.

He looks up and hums when he sees you're awake again. "You're tougher than you look," he comments, turning off the iPad with a flick of his wrist. "Most people would have keeled over by now."

"You wish."

"Oh, trust me, I do." Wade nods vigorously, his mask bobbing with the motion. "I tried injecting poison into your IV, but your body rejected it."

"Don't worry. My handler will kill me for you."

Wade groans, dramatically rolling his eyes as he gets up from the chair. "You’re still worried about that? I already told you, the truck and all that shit is past plot. We’re in the sequel now, babe. There are new rules. Who knows, maybe this is your redemption arc where you join the X-Men. Though, I will miss your assassin era. You were so sexy in that suit."

You make a face, "Fuck off."

Just then, the door opens with a soft creak, and Colossus enters with a tray in hand. He’s followed closely by Negasonic, who carries a stack of fresh bandages. Colossus places the tray on a small table beside your bed with practiced ease. The tray is filled with a bowl of steaming soup and a couple of slices of crusty bread, the aroma wafting up and making your stomach rumble.

"How are you feeling?" Colossus asks, his voice calm and reassuring as he sets the tray down.

"Better," you admit, managing a small smile. "Thanks to you guys."

Negasonic shrugs nonchalantly, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her usual scowl. "Don’t mention it. Just doing our job."

Wade groans, clearly troubled by the kindness. "Oh great, now you’re all buddy-buddy. What am I, chopped liver?"

Colossus chuckles, the sound of a comforting rumble. "You must eat something. It will help you regain your strength."

You nod gratefully, and with Colossus’s help, you manage to sit up enough to sip the warm, comforting soup. The broth is rich and flavorful, and the bread is soft and fresh. As you eat, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. Despite the pain and the chaos, you’re surrounded by people who care, and for now, that’s enough.

Wade, not one to be left out, scoots his chair closer, setting it right next to your bed. He stretches out, propping his elbows on his knees as he leans in. "So, what do you think of the X-Mansion? Pretty swanky, right? Lots of rooms, big kitchen, danger room for training... and other things."

Negasonic scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "Gross."

You finish your meal, feeling a bit stronger. As Colossus helps you settle back into the bed, you glance at Wade. "Why did you bring me here?"

Wade’s expression shifts, becoming uncharacteristically serious. He looks at you with sincerity. "Because you’re one of us. And because... well, everyone deserves a second chance."

You blink, surprised by the depth of his words. Before you can respond, he’s back to his usual self, grinning and turning on his iPad. "Plus, it’s not every day I get to play hero. I gotta milk it for all it’s worth. And no, Colossus, I will not join your boy band, thank you very much."

The metal man grunts, waving a hand dismissively before walking out, Negasonic following right behind him. Wade stays seated next to you, his lips curled into a wide, amused grin that seems to stretch just a bit too far was he watches you.

"You're never gonna take that off?" you ask him.

Wade's laughter is a low, rumbling sound that feels almost too bright for the quiet room. "Oh, no fucking way," he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m ugly under this. Trust me. You’d be repulsed. Like, horror movie-level repulsed."

You give him a look, your eyebrow arched in disbelief. "I doubt it."

Wade leans in closer, the grin on his face widening. He taps his chin thoughtfully with a gloved finger, the gesture oddly contemplative. "Maybe next time I’ll take it off for you," he says, a taunting tone in his voice as he raises his brows. "Maybe that and a little more."

"There's a next time?"

"I mean, as the famous words of Natasha Bedingfield say: the rest is still underwritten."

"God, you’re fucking ridiculous," you mutter, the words coming out with a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. "I can’t wait to get out of here and never see you again."

Wade's shoulders slump, the white eyes of his mask narrow at you, "What, that's it? No steamy sex? No heavy petting? Is this how it ends? Not even a kiss?"

"Fuck no. Get out."

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alexthecutiepie · 6 months ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT LOVE IT I COULD READ IT ALL OVER AGAIN TEN TIMES!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS I'M OBSESSED

Tiny leaf soliders

Another Ronin x reader Epic fanfic that a friend inspired me to write and it's probably my favorite out of the ones I've written. I hope you all enjoy.

Reader gets turned tiny. MK, Nod and Ronin are all trying to figure out why. Cause if they can't that means you may be stuck here linger than you originally planned but would that be such a bad thing? While on this train of thought and trying to make the best of it you make some dormant feelings arise in a certain commander.

Ronin x reader.

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Your head thumped in pain. Your eye sight bleary. Where were you? You opened your eyes wider and tried to sit up. Then you felt a hand grabbing your own, helping you sit up slowly.

Wait...hand?

Your head turned to see a man with grey hair and some sort of green...leaf armor?

Leaf armor???

Your eyesight became clearer. Who was this? Why is that tree so tall? Are those humming birds? Where are you? Whats-

"I know it's a lot to take in your first time around...but try to relax." The man told

"Uh..." was all you could manage as you look around rubbing your head. "Am I? Are you? Where?" You search for the words as the older man holds his hands out toward you trying to keep you calm.

"That ladybug isn't huge you're just small. We don't know why. This happened...again. But just take a minute and-" He tells you before you interrupt.

"I'm supposed to be bigger than this." You say.

"We figured as much." He nods. "MK, you might wanna handle this one." The man said standing up straighter.

A girl in more traditional clothes walked toward you.

"Hey, I'm MK and this isn't a dream. I know what it looks like but I'm just like you so lemme give you the rundown real quick. I've kinda been through this before." MK said, helping you get to your feet.

You rubbed your head and looked between everyone who surrounded you. The girl, MK had red hair and green eyes and looked to be around 16 or 17. There was a boy about the same age who had short brown hair and was dressed in the same armor as the older man. Speaking of the older man you couldn't help but do a double take at him. His sharp jaw, freckles littering his cheeks, icy blue eyes- you shook your head out of your trance realizing you should probably be listening to MK explain.

"This is Ronin." MK introduced, Ronin giving a nod and a small wave. The younger boy slung his arm around Ronin and pinched at his cheek.

"Don't take his uptight demeanor personally, his face always looks like that. He's less of a buzzkill once you get to know him." The brown haired boy chuckled. Ronin swatted his hand away and put his arm in a lock that looked painful.

"And the obnoxious one is Nod." MK gestured to him with a grin on her face.

"Ow, ooow, ok ok, I give!" Nod struggled against Ronin's grasp. His other arm weakly slapping at Ronin, hoping he'd loosen his grip. Ronin decided to let him go, Nod dropping to the ground a puff of dirt filling the surrounding air as he did.

"See, I'm not always a buzzkill." Ronin teased, crossing his arms, nodding toward you.

You pursed your lips at the interaction trying not to grin. Nod stood up and dusted himself off. "Tryna impress, huh?" Nod jabbed, trying to get a reaction out of his mentor. Ronin just shook his head and shoved Nod to the side.

"I swear they get along sometimes." MK grinned, shrugging.

After introducing yourself, your new acquaintances talked amongst each other about what the game plan was. Why were you here? Did it have something to do with the new pod like it did with MK? Did it have something to do with a new wave of boggin attacks? Something about a person name Nim Galoo.

"Nim Ga-who?" You asked, confused.

Ronin walked toward you as he explained, "MK here was in your shoes once. She got shrunk but that time it was for a reason that we eventually figured out. This time it's a little less obvious. Nim Galoo is the scroll keeper, he knows everything that's happened in this forest. He knew why MK got into the situation that she did last time so maybe this time he can help out again."

You nodded trying to understand everything that was being said. It was just a little hard to focus given who was doing the explaining.

"So, plan is we go to Nim's see if we can get this whole thing figured out. Maybe its connected to something else and we just need a tip off as to what. Lets keep this quick and clean. We're in, we're out." Ronin said sternly.

"It's summer solstice... that means there's probably a huge party going on at Nim's." Nod said, he had reigns in his hand those reigns connected to a...bird. Why were you even surprised at this point. "We should get a move on before Nim gets too caught up in his own theatrics." Ronin told them. Nod and MK nodding in agreement. They both hopped onto their own birds, getting ready to fly. You looked around, your eyes drifting toward where Ronin was walking. A beautiful hummingbird perched on the ground, waiting for him.

"Come on, you're with me." Ronin called for you. He hopped onto the bird and held his hand out to you. You grabbed on as he hoisted you onto the bird. "Hold on." Was all he's said giving no notice before cracking the reigns, the bird zooming off. You quickly grabbed onto him. Your arms squeezing around his waist a little tighter than you meant, your face almost buried into his back. Ronin's head turned to look back at you, making sure you were alright. Your eyes looked up and met his. You laughed sheepishly and straightened out. Loosening your grip on him.

Nod sidled up next to the two of you on his bird. "You did that on purpose so they'd hold on tighter, huh?" Nod smirked.

"Just moving with a purpose." Ronin told him with a pointed look.

"Sure, sure." Nod rolled his eyes.

You could feel your face growing a little warmer at Nod's antics. Ronin jerked his head to the side telling Nod to move it.

"What- hey look I'm not judging its not every day a cute stomper get shrunken down to our size." Nod pushed his luck even more.

"Charming isn't he." You quipped trying to get the attention off your burning face.

"Don't worry he gets worse." Ronin replies, giving you a grin.

"You guys can't ever just say you care about each other can you?" MK teased. The two of them shook their heads in denial.

"Come on, Nod. She's already dealing with tiny leaf dudes, she doesn't need playground teasing too." MK said sympathizing with you. Nod shrugged following behind MK as she flew ahead. You sighed quietly in relief, thanking above that it was over. You started to look around. It was so weird to see the forest from this...angle? Size? Your eyes swept over the vast layout of trees and flowers, you leaned over a bit to look at the flowing creek below that looked more like a river now. Ronin taking notice of your curiosity.

"So...have you guys always...been here?" You ask Ronin.

He cracks a small smile at that. "As long as I can remember. We just know how to hide, make it seem like we're not there. Misdirection and stuff like that." He explained.

"Ah I see...so why am I small now?" You tilt your head in curiosity.

Ronin stops to think for a moment, "I...we dont actually know why it happens. It's only happened once before." He says, gesturing to MK up ahead.

"Oh good so it's not normal then." You sigh.

"Afraid not." Ronin said, noticing your exasperation. His eyes softened a little. "But it's not all bad, right? Getting to see the world you knew from an entirely different perspective."

Your eyes went from him to the world around you. The green light of the sun shining through the leaves bathing the world around you. The tiny little details of the tree bark. Giant dew drops laying on plush moss beds. He wasn't wrong being stuck in a place like this wasn't so bad.

"Yeah...guess not. Still wasn't expecting tiny leaf soliders though." You laughed at little.

"I don't think anybody does their first time around." Ronin grinned.

With a loud whooshing sound Nod is upside down above you and Ronin.

"So let's assume that Nim can't do anything about this tiny thing...which I'm sure he can but since the forest isn't in like huge danger this time could I actually enjoy the party this time?" Nod asked looking at Ronin.

Ronin looked up and then to the side to see both MK and Nod looking at him with big eyes. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your mouth at them. Ronin held firm for a while his jaw clenching before he broke.

"Je- fine. You can enjoy the festivities this time. Assuming no boggins will be around. I relieve you of your duties...unless I tell you to do something."

Nod and MK high fived. "So we'll go on ahead and you guys can meet us there, yeah?" Nod asked.

"We're on the way now why would-" Ronin asked confused before being cut off.

"We have a bet. Who can get there faster. Ok bye!" Nod said before cracking his birds reigns and zooming forward.

"Hey!" MK yelled after him, giving chase.

They both raced off into the distance now it was just you and Ronin. You subconsciously made sure not to squeeze your arms around him to tight.

"What a handful." You grin, trying to make idle conversation.

"He is. Luckily she keeps him grounded...most times." Ronin replies.

"What's the relationship there?" You ask.

"What mine and Nod's?" He quirks a brow and you nod.

"His dad left me in charge of him after he..." Ronin trailed off. You mentally kick yourself for bringing it up.

"Sorry I didn't mean to-" you start but Ronin stops you.

"Nah, how could you have known. Plus it's not exactly like our relationship is strictly subordinate and commander. Unfortunately I care about him. I was just hoping I didn't make that too obvious. " Ronin laughs a little. You feel your stomach slightly flutter at the sound.

"Ah, I'm sure that fact let's him get away with more than a few things, huh?" You ask, leaning back at little.

"Much more than I'd like to admit." Ronin shakes his head. A grin appearing on his face.

"Despite being cocky he seems like a good kid." You say, reassuringly.

"It's still early." Ronin smirked.

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You finally make it to Nim Galoos' place. What a sight. Colorful lights flashing all over the place. Music bursting through every crevice of bark. Various plant people dancing and drinking. Giant talking slugs. You almost couldn't believe your eyes.

In the distance you saw Nod and MK dancing under the colorful lights. You smiled at the two. They looked like they were genuinely having the time of their lives.

"Nim's not gonna be hard to find. He's the one singing if he hasn't started drinking that is. We can wait for him back stage." Ronin told you, making his way through the crowd.

You looked around the large room it was enchanting and wild, I mean you were in a tree for crying out loud. You felt a tad out of place, everyone else looked so....whimsical. You sunk into yourself a little. You weren't great with crowds but this was on a whole different level. It was a completely different world. Ronin was walking in front of you, leading the way through the crowd when he did a double take behind him to look at you. He noticed your shrinking demeanor, his head tilting and his brow softly knitting together. A hand came into your vision, you looked up to see Ronin holding his hand out to you. You stared at it a little while longer, hesitant.

"My arms gonna get tired." He joked, reaching his hand a little further.

You placed your hand in his. He gripped onto it and led you through the crowd faster, pushing past people and finally making it backstage.

"This shouldn't take too long. But he has got a flare for theatrics, so..." Ronin said, looking to you. You Nod, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the show thats going on. A giamt caterpillar throwing a flurry of moths into the air above. Beautiful flower women singing backup vocals. You absentmindedly swayed side to side as you watched the perfomance.

Ronin looked from the boisterous show being put on to you. Your bright eyes taking everything in. The way the different colored lights shine over your face. You have a look of...wonder. Genuine wonder. He's not used to seeing it on someone as seemingly mature as you. There's a tight feeling in his stomach, he can feel the slightest tug at the corner of his mouth. He almost doesn't realize that he's smil-

"Whoo! Hey Ronin! Great show, huh?" Nim yelps happily. He walks backstage a little out of breath. The band on stage taking over fully. Ronin's head jerks up and he straightens.

"So, this time did you actually come to party or does this have something to do with this one." Nim looks at you with a knowing smile. You wave sheepishly.

"At least this time it's not dire." Ronin shrugs.

"For sure. The only issue is there was a correlation as to why MK shrunk the first time. This may be a little more difficult to figure out. We can head down to the scroll room but I'm not sure that'll answer a whole lot of questions." Nim offered. You and Ronin followed behind him.

You all made your way to a spiral staircase. It was a long looooong way down. You leaned over the edge to see all of the scrolls buried into the grown. Thousands on each level of the tree.

"So, we're there any changes in the weather when you shrunk? Maybe a storm or strong winds? A flash of color? A boom or zap? Did you do anything before you shrunk that could've caused it?" Nim asked as you all walked down the stairs.

You wracked your brain for the events before you had shrunk. There may have been slight changes in the weather but you can't think of anything specific enough. "I dunno. Nothing specific comes to mind. One minute I'm big the next I'm...tiny. is there normally something else that happens before someone shrink?" You ask.

"I mean, we're not working with exact science here. This has only happened once before, I'm kinda just going off of what I already know, ya know." Nim explains.

"Makes sense." You nod. You start to get the feeling you won't have this figured out for a while. Your mind starts to spiral. How long would you be here? What about the other world you have a life in? What will everyone else think. Would they realize you were gone. How long was this whole thing going to take until it got sorted out???? Your breath becomes heavier at all these thoughts. Nim and Ronin watch as your demeanor becomes more panicked. They both exchange a look and Ronin gives him a look that tells him he's got this.

"Hey, how bout we let Nim look through what he's got and we'll go out to get some air." Ronin offered. You nod and let him lead you back up the stairs.

Nim gives his moths the orders to start looking. Flurries of them flutter around looking for any sort of answer.

As you and Ronin walk toward an opening out of the tree you're stopped by Nod. He puts a hand on Ronin's shoulder, stopping him.

"Hey, what'd Nim say?" He asks, looking a little concerned.

"He'll get back to us, right now we're just gonna get some air. I mean if I was suddenly turned huge in a whole other world and I was basically told there was no foreseeable way out I wouldn't be in a party mood." Ronin told Nod with a knowing look.

"No kidding you wouldn't be in a partying mood if you turned huge your clothes would explode then you'd-" Nod rambles before Ronin clenches his jaw and squints his eyes.

"Geez I was just tryna keep it light." Nod told him, "Sorry." Nod offered. Ronin just gave him a pat to the shoulder before walking toward you again.

You were looking down from the opening in the tree. You gulp a little at the height. Ronin walked up beside you and looked down then looked back at you.

"How...do we get down?" You ask looking at him.

Ronin's mouth pulls into a thin line, he doesn't think you're gonna like the answer. "I could tell you but I don't think I could get you to do it after."

"Try me." You reply, leaning against the wall.

"We jump." He states plainly.

Your stomach drops slightly at that. You stare at him a little to see if he's joking...he's not. Great.

"I can..." He offers.

"No, no. Might as well learn, of I'm gonna be here a while." You tell him.

Ronin puts his hands in his hips, "Alright it's easy, just pick something to land on and jump for it, it may seem far but 9 times out of 10 you'll hit your mark."

"9 times out of 10?" You ask comically.

"You've gotta take the duds into consideration." Ronin joked.

You shook your head, laughing and pushing him gently. Ronin grinned seeing you taking everything in stride. You cleared your throat before shaking your arms out. Readying yourself. You take a deep breath in. Before you can second guess you run back. Ronin thinking you've chickened out. Before he knows it you're sprinting for the opening, once your feet reach the edge you leap off. Your sights set on a mushroom. As you jump into the cool night air you get that feeling in your stomach. Like when you're on a roller coaster. That stomach dropping feeling. The wind flowing through your hair. Your eyes squinting. Your breath caught in your throat. The overwhelming feeling of falling filling your senses. You're terrified but at the same time you don't want the feeling to stop. After what feels like the two longest seconds of your life you feel your feet plant on solid ground, well mushroom. You don't exactly stick the landing, stumbling forward and landing on your knees, stabilizing yourself with your arms. You feel your breath fill your lungs again as you inhale deeply. Suddenly you laugh excitedly. You look back at the tree, Ronin still standing in the opening, shocked.

"Did you see that?" You stand up, laughing all giddy.

Ronin feels a small start to etch its way onto his face. You were so excited and so happy. It may have been something he's done his entire life but to you it was a whole new experience.

"Looks like you didn't need my help after all." He called back before hopping onto the same mushroom as you.

"That was incredible." You told him, still catching your breath.

"That?" He asked and you nodded. "That was nothing, I could show you some really incredible things." Ronin said, almost challenging you.

"Oh could you." You stand up straighter unable to hide the grin on your face.

"This...this is nothin." He nods.

"Then by all means lead the way." You tell him, gesturing to the vast expanse of the forest.

"Alright but I'm counting on you to keep up." He said, stretching like he was getting ready for a race almost mockingly.

"Now I see where Nod gets his cockiness." You jab.

Ronin is almost caught off guard by your comment, "I assure you I can back it up." He tells you.

"Alright then, commander." You step toward him, "back it up."

Ronin takes a few steps back before leaping onto a log just ahead. Realizing that you may be in over your head you jump after him. Under the moon light and shadows of the forest with how fast he's jumping from tree to stump to mushroom its almost impossible to see him. But you're determined to keep up. Your feet hit the dirt below before you run forward and take another leap. You land on a stick that snaps from under your feet. You think quickly and roll onto the ground.

"Bit off more than you can chew?" Ronin asked, leaning up against the branch of a small tree.

"Just getting my footing." You reassure confidently.

"You could always ask for help." He offers, a little too smugly. When he looks back at where you were supposed to be you had vanished. His eyes search the surrounding forest rapidly.

"Hey!" You call as his eyes land on you. You're now perched on the branch of a tree a little higher than him. "Who's supposed to be keeping up with who?" You tease before jumping forward.

"Cheeky..." Ronin smirks before jumping after you.

The two of you leap from leaf to branch to flower. You zoom through the cool air. The stars shinging above you. The moon beckoning high into the sky. The smell of grass and dirt and flowers fill your senses. Ronin catches up to you. The two of you almost racing toward whatevers ahead. He looks at you, a laugh escaping him. You look back, giggling. The world passing by the two of you so fast. Your feet beat against a hollowed out log. Ronin follows suit. The sound echoing through the leaves. A stream lies ahead, under the old log. You can feel a small voice in the back of your head telling you to stop, to hesitate. But you keep pushing forward. You run faster, Ronin pushing himself to keep up with you. The two of you can hear the hollow brat of the log beneath you. The sound of the stream becoming louder louder. You almost stop you almost hesitate until you feel and arm come around your waist.

"Hold on." You hear a voice say.

The next thing you know you're in the air. The rushing stream under you as you look down. You look back up to see Ronin holding to close to his side. Your arms wrapped around his middle tightly. The two of you landed in a field of tall green grass. As you caught your collective breaths.

"You did that on purpose so I'd hold on tighter, huh?" You asked in the same teasing way Nod had earlier that day.

"That time it was on purpose yeah." Ronin told you with a grin. You elbowed him gently. His arm still around you. You finally looked into his icy blue eyes that were already staring down at you.

The two of you breathing heavily, trying to regain composure. The smiles on your faces embarrassingly undeniable. Your eyes boring into one another's. The moonlight shining down contours his face but somehow his eyes still shine brightly. Your eyes flicker down then back to his. It almost feels like the two of you are subconsciously getting closer.

You broke the silence, "So...you said you were gonna show me something incredible."

Ronin's arm loosens around you, "That wasn't good enough for you, huh? Not impressed by all that?" He asks.

You grin and shake your head, clasping your hands behind your back.

"Course not." He shakes his head at you with a smirk. He puts his hands on his hips and looks out into the field. The tall grass swaying in the breeze.

Its almost like he's devising a plan. You had no idea what it was though. After a little more silence he nods to himself and leaps forward. You take a step to go after him but before you can you head his feet hit the ground. Another beat of silence before it happens. Yellow glowing lights bursting out of the tall grass. The slowly blinking lights illuminating the night. It was fireflies. A hundred of them flying in a flurry up into the air. They spread out in the expanse of the black sky. You look up in awe at the display. You could barley believe it. As your head slowly tilts from the sky to the ground you see Ronin walking out from between the grass with an all too proud look on his face.

"Ok...I'll give you credit for that." You nod, looking back up into the sky. Both of you illuminated by the soft light of the fireflies. They softly blink on and off as the bugs flutter softly through the air. You couldn't believe it.

"This is pretty incredible." You tell him, still completely engrossed in the enchanting display.

"Yeah...it is." He says softly. His hands dropping from his hips as he looks down at you. Your sparkling eyes. The wanderlust filled expression on your face. Almost as if on autopilot he steps closer to you, not daring to get close enough to make you look away from the lights above.

You really came out of nowhere.

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Not me joining the Epic fandom 11 years later and scraping for content in forums from 2013 😭😭 where the people at

Desperately need friends and moots willing to take my yapping about this movie

#epic 2013 #ronin #nod #MK #Mary Katherine #Professor Bomba #I WANT FANDOM FRIENDS

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alexthecutiepie · 1 year ago

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game companies should be fucking EMBARRASSED about being inaccessible. it should be mortifying to ship a game with shit captions or no UI scaling options or no option to disable flashing / strobing effects. games lauding their character customization should be laughingstocks for not including hearing aids or congenital disorders or prosthetic limbs. EA should be publicly fucking humiliated for the sims series being 23 goddamn years old and include cats and dogs and horses and werewolves and zombies and mermaids and star wars and not FUCKING WHEELCHAIRS.

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THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE BEST COMIC EVER THIS IS THE ADHD/AUTISM REPRESENTATION I WANTTTTTT

CH 6 (Momentum) - Page 53 Previous || Next

Sorry about the speech bubbles, my brain turned off like 3 hours ago

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Just a avatar au of lmk

#ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER #TWO HYPERFIXATIONS TOGETHER IN ONE AND LOOKING GOOD? TAKE MY MONEY #lego monkey kid fanart #lmk au #avatar au #lmk redson #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #ALSO LOVE THE NA'VI VARIATION #chef kiss

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There Was an Attempt:

Breathless

Death/Muerte (Puss in boots) x Immortal! Reader

(it gets a bit steamy at the end just a heads up. Also if you guys do a request I'll get right on with them after a few chapters)

She didn’t think he was serious when he said that he was going to teach her how to defend herself, but apparently, he was, and standing on the opposite side of him as he cracked his knuckles didn't let her pounding heart get any calmer as she awkwardly rubbed her arm, not knowing what to do.

"You are going to teach me the basics before sparring with me, right?" She asked, worry lacing her tone.

"I will, but I wanna know what skills you have when it comes to fighting, first."

A worried laugh pushes past her lips. "None, I have none."

"Come on, you do know how to punch someone, right?"

"I guess?" She shrugged, clearly not liking the way he shifts one foot back, shaking himself as if preparing to lunge as he grinned.

"That's all you need to know, "

Without even a warning, he lunged directly at her, as fast as the cool wind that blew on her face. A panicked cry escaped her as she froze in her spot, using both her arms to block her face as she leaned back and turned away, eyes shut tight as she yelled, "Wait! Don't hurt me! I'm not ready!"

Muerte huffed, already standing still a foot away from her with a brow arched.

She peeked through one eye, looking up at him and seeing the exasperated look on his face.

"I haven't done anything yet."

She gave an awkward grin. "So does that mean begging works?"

She flinched as his blade was suddenly inches away from her face, stumbling back as she squeaked. Muerte smirks, amused as he sheathes his sickles back.

"No. No, it does not."

Letting out a groan, she drops her arms to her side. "So, what? Are you just gonna keep lunging at me until I learn how to defend myself?"

"Now that would be fun," Muerte grinned, and she poked her tongue out at his smug look. Scuffing her toe against the dirt, she pats down the pants she had worn today. 'Wear something light,' he had said, and she wondered what had gone through her mind for her not to think this would be a training session.

So she wore something light, and now she was regretting that decision seeing that she took that both literally and figuratively.

This is gonna be a nightmare to wash. She mentally scoffed.

"Seeing that you barely know anything about defending yourself then fine," Muerte's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked up at him as he walked back to his initial place . "We'll start with the basics."

She almost pumped her fists upward in excitement, skipping towards Muerte as he beckoned her to come closer.

"So what are we going to do first? Punching? Dodging? Oh! After I learn the basics can you teach me how to do that thing you do with your sickles?"

"What?" Muerte tilts his head to the side, amused at the excitement that radiated from her.

"You know! The—" she makes a movement with her hands and fingers as if she were holding her very own imaginary sickles, twirling them the way he does and then sheathing them in her own imaginary leather belt. Hooking her fingers on her pockets, she grinned. "That thing!"

"You want to learn how to do tricks with my weapon?" He arched a brow, and she nodded her head in excitement. "It's not going to be easy— you could get bruised."

"I still want to learn either way!"

Muerte laughed, shaking his head. "Fine—"

"—Yes!"

"—But only if you do good."

"Wait what?" The smile immediately drops from her face, and she watches as Muerte heads to a boulder just a little ways away from where they were, unclasping the leather belt around his waist and letting it fall to the flat surface of the rock with a metallic 'clang' from his sickles as they met the ground.

"That means no complaining, no getting distracted, and definitely no time outs."

"Seriously?" She almost shrieked, looking at him with widened eyes. He turned to her, giving her a warning look and she immediately zipped her lips. "Right, no complaining, got it." She points her finger guns at him with a wink, and he sighed, walking past her and hovering at her back, she followed him wherever he went, and she briefly wondered if he planned on making her dizzy first before their training.

"Listen, I want you to take this seriously. I know you're immortal, but I don't trust el gato or any of his friends not to get reckless and accidentally spill your secret out to the world. And when that happens, everyone will be coming after you with a reason of their own. It wouldn't matter if you're immortal or not, they will try to hurt you to get what they want. Do you understand?"

He hunched down to her height, leaning down and making sure they were looking eye to eye as she gave a stiff nod in understanding, lips pursed as her brows were set in a determined furrow.

"Good," he spoke, then shifted her to her back, a gasp leaving her lips as she was set in a familiar position, her back against his chest, his arm around her neck while his claw hovered dangerously close to her pulse. "Now tell me, what are the weak points that you know?"

"Uh—" her breath hitched as he tightened his hold on her neck just a bit, not much that it would hurt the bruise, but enough for her to realize the danger he was supposed to be acting as, her hands coming up to grip at his arms to try and pry it away from her as best as she can. "The groin… the– uh– eyes? And the stomach?"

"Good," Muerte hummed, much too close to her ear as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, her heart rate picking up. "Now, the best thing to do is to find a way to get their grip off you, and a way to do that is to catch them off guard."

"But I tried doing that last time, " she huffed. "I bit on his arm— he still slit my throat."

"When I mean catch them off guard, I mean to hurt them enough to get them stumbling back— away from you." He lets the tip of his claw trace against the skin of her neck, her breath hitching as she feels the skin there tingling from the way he almost traced circles with his claw. "Now, try something on me."

"Wait, seriously?" She tries to crane her neck upward to look at him, but he only tightens his hold on her neck at the movement, clicking his tongue as a warning.

"Yes, seriously."

"I don't want to hurt you!" She squeezed his arm a bit as she spoke, her brows upturned in worry and uncertainty.

"It's fine, I've had worse," Muerte huffed. "Now give me your best shot."

Without thinking twice about it, she dipped her elbow and let her arm come arching upward, fist meeting with his eyes that sent him tumbling back in surprise, a cry of pain escaping him as his arms unclasped her, hands coming to cover his face.

"¡Mierda!" He cursed, rubbing at his eye as (Y/n) came after him, muttering endless apologies as she looked at him with worried eyes, hands covering her mouth as the other tried to reach out to him in comfort.

"No, no, that was great," Muerte chuckled, blinking away the pain.

"I got lucky," she grinned. "I honestly didn't know where I was aiming."

He huffed, shaking his head as he shut his burning eyes one last time before going back into position. "So long as it gets you out of your enemies grip, then that's good enough for me."

They continued with different ways after that, Muerte showing her what needs to be done or sometimes just locking her in position and letting her figure out how to escape herself.

She was doing mostly great, getting out of those positions easily as she gave a hard punch or a kick to the legs. No matter how many times he assured her that he was fine, though, she still always went back to him and made sure he was okay.

Now, the sun was beginning to set, and they had more than sweated it out in the field and yet neither of them wanted to let up.

"Let me see how you get your way out of this one," she could feel the goosebumps running down her arms and legs at his hushed tone, his hot breath on her cheek as he presses her face first against the tree, her back to his chest with her arms being held behind her back.

She tried to wriggle her way out his grip, testing how tight his hold was on her.

"No way out, estrella." Her breath hitched as he whispered, and she could hear his grin growing wide as he leaned against her more, being able to feel the heat of his body pressed against hers. She shut her eyes, gulping down the lump that formed in her throat before lifting her leg up, pressing her foot against the trunk of the tree and pushing herself back as far as she could, sending them both stumbling backwards. His grip on her loosened, and she grinned in triumph as she turned to look at him.

"I win."

Muerte grinned, and her very own fell at the sight of mischief that twinkled in his eyes.

"Do you?" He teased, and she takes one cautious step back as he stood to his feet, a panicked cry escaping her as he lunged at her and she turned to run, barely getting any distance before she feels his arms around her waist, tugging her back and and letting her stumble to the floor.

The next thing she knows, she was on the ground, her arms above her head, one of his paws holding them there whilst the other pointed a claw to her arched neck. He was straddling her legs so she couldn't move, a grin on his lips as he gave her a challenging stare.

"I win." He teased, and she smirked.

"Take me out to dinner first, will you?" She retorted, trying to get her hands out of his grip as he rolled his eyes at her, not being able to help the smile that tugged on his lips.

"You better not be flirting like that with an enemy."

"Why? Because you might get jealous?" She teased, her heavy breaths fanning against his face that she only realized was dangerously close to her own.

He grinned. "Maybe," He tilted his head to the side, eyes half lidding as he looked down at her, flushed and out of breath from all the sparring they've done for the last few hours, hair sticking to the sides of her face from the sweat. "But I don't get jealous, remember?" His voice had gone to a hush, and she couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Really? Because I seem to remember that one time at the pub with Damien—"

"—Damien doesn't have you pinned to the floor right now, does he?"

His words catches her off guard, her breath hitching as her widened eyes looked into his lidded ones, taking note of the way his grip on her wrists squeezed ever so gently as the claw that was supposed to be a threat to her traced gentle circles on her neck, an amused look crossing his face as he took note of the way her pulse started going a mile a minute.

"Muerte," she spoke his name in a single huff of a breath, her heart pounding so hard against her chest that she wondered if he could definitely hear it this time.

He leaned closer, and that didn't make her flustered situation any better. He traced his hand up to cup her cheek, feeling the heat as he swiped the flat of his thumb beneath her eye.

The grip on her wrists disappeared, and she brought her arms down, her hands coming up to hold his face whilst his paw came down from her cheek to settle on her hip.

"I know I said to wait a hundred years pero quiero besarte ahora." He sighed, and she could only grin, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispered back in reply.

"Then kiss me."

That was all the answer he needed. Leaning down and pressing his lips against her own, his eyes shut as the hand he had on her hip dipped to the small of her back, pulling her even closer towards him as the arms she had wrapped around her neck pulled him down.

It didn't take long for her to get her legs out from underneath him, wrapping them on either side of his waist as a growl rumbled from within his chest, a whimper escaping her as he pulls back, peppering kisses to her cheek and then to the side of her neck where he continued to lick and nip at the skin.

She ran her hands up from his neck to his head, lightly rubbing at his ear as he bit down on a certain spot, a gasp escaping her as he hummed in satisfaction.

"Muerte," she gasped, a hand clenching on the collar of his poncho.

He hummed in reply, his entire maw seeming to open and letting his sharp teeth hover dangerously close to her pulse, her breath hitching as he chuckled at the sudden chill that went down her spine.

"Had enough already, mi estrella?"

He pushes back, both hands beside her head and looking into her own half lidded eyes as she chuckles. She lets her legs come down from their perch, another giddy laugh escaping her as she comes down from cloud 9. Muerte soon joining in on her giddy giggles as he gives her a peck on the forehead.

"I thought we weren't supposed to get distracted." She grinned, the stars seeming to sparkle in her eyes as she looked up at him, her hand cupping his cheek as he laughed. He leans into her touch, eyes shutting as he basks in the warmth of her hand.

"It's difficult when I have you squirming and whimpering underneath me the entire time." Muerte grinned and she could feel the heat exploding in her face, widened eyes looking up at him as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Muerte laughed, earning him a hit to the chest as he fell to the ground beside her, wrapping his arms around her form and pulling her closer to him, the sky already growing dark above them.

"I was teasing," Muerte hummed, playing with the ends of her hair as she buried her flustered face on his chest. "Are you tired?"

She hummed, and he nuzzles her hair in reply, shutting his eyes and letting the cold breeze of dusk cool them both.

"Then rest, mi estrella," he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. "I'll carry you home."

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mi estrella- my star

pero quiero besarte ahora- but I want to kiss you now

#SKMFFMWKDKRKKWDMFOWMFFMKSMDKAMFKSFMKSFKKSKDWLNRKSMDKSMXDNKS #THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING EVER #AUTHOR MY BELOVED #I WILL NEVER RECOVER #BEST KISS EVER LOOK AT THOSE TWO I'M SO HAPPY

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