#GIVE ME THE ANSWER WHEN WILL WE FIND OUT AAAAHHHH

[trashlie]

I’m so curious what’s going on with Kousuke!!! What do you mean a hormonal imbalance?? The whole time my sister (a soon-to-be doctor) was trying to diagnose him because she said “turns out all the tics I found cute were actually illness”

Also unrelated but am I the only one still wondering who gave Shine Ae the orange sweatshirt in the flashback after her first concussion? Did we ever learn? In my head (I don’t know if this is an uncommon theory) I always believed Nol tried to hurt himself on that rainy day where he didn’t show up to see Dieter or Soushi before they became friends. What if he ended up in the hospital at the same time Shin Ae was (both would’ve been around 3-4 years ago? Give or take) and that sweatshirt has some roundabout relation to him? Maybe I’ve just watched too many kdramas and I’m trying too hard to find the red string of fate lol

Just a heads up to anyone following along! This is the last ask that I am responding as pre-236! So spoilers for this response only go up to 235 (though this one doesn't really have any spoilers)! However after this ask I'll be back up to date with spoilers up to 236! Just want to make that clear to anyone who may not be up to date with the last ep or not!

Had a bit of a laugh about your sister because lmao I've been trying to get my bestie back to reading ILY as she's a nurse and I've been DYING to hear her thoughts on Kousuke, too lmao but alas she hasn't been in the headspace for ILY yet so I continue to wait. But LMAO "all the things I thought were cute about him are AN ILLNESS?" alfjkakjfkjafjkafjk FEAR NOT to be fair I think a lot of what we see IS him, just... amplified by whatever Yui has been drugging him with and how it's affecting his system.

So the thought a lot of us had about the hormonal imbalance was that it was probably testosterone, since Hansuke didn't seem to want to divulge it in their mixed company, but also because he implied it was something that COULD be affected by stress, so it wasn't an IMMEDIATE red flag - but still something peculiar and wasn't something to be dismissed. Even outside of being drugged - which Hansuke certainly wasn't thinking of because WHO would be drugging Kousuke and god bless his sweet naive soul there was no way he was going to think of Yui doing it - there are other things that could affect his testosterone, thus it stood out to him but it wasn't "wow there is something SUPER wrong", especially given uhh.... EVERYTHING happening in Kousuke's life in the last couple months.

Ngl that ABSOLUTELY sounds like a kdrama plot LMAO like!!!!! They do NOT miss an opportunity to give their romance pairs a brush with each other before they ever "met for real" don't they? LMAO and like look don't get me wrong I love childhood friends to lovers but BOY do kdramas take it to a WHOLE OTHER LEVEL! lmaoooooooo But I have seen similar theories before! I know a lot of people have wondered if it could have been Nana who gifted it, like she just knits things and randomly gifted them to kids who were in the hospital.

That said, timeline wise that doesn't QUITE line up, though I don't think it was a reach to think it at all, because the fact that it's a mystery still makes us go HMMMMM doesn't it? Nol met Dieter the summer before high school, so if he did try harming himself at that time (and yes, I, too, think that he did), it would have happened after Shinae's hospital time, which was in middle school and she was out t finish school before the term ended, so Nol's event would have come after (assuming we have the timeline correct of course!).

But YEAH it still remains a mystery and I'm really, really curious. I had initially wondered if Alyssa might have done it, the one thing she could do for her guilty conscience because you KNOW her parents didn't want to get any more involved in it and probably paid off the school to keep it under wraps and keep her name out of it, but the sweater and hat seem like they were probably handmade, so I don't think my initial thought held any water. Of course that doesn't rule out Nana as a potential, because a Christian lady like herself might participate in church charity efforts and making gifts for children who have been in the hospital for a long time could have been something she might have done in the past! So while Nol himself may not be directly connected, that red string of fate you're looking for could still be there, in a somewhat subverted way, haha!

I really look forward to finding that out because I still find it so interesting that Shinae said "this shirt isn't even mine" when that lady threw her drink on her. What the heck did she mean?!

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Episode 14 Thoughts

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

AAAAHHHHHH OKAY OKAY I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AAAAAAHHHHH

It's grey. Why does everything have to be grey? Grey never means anything good.

HOWZER?!

Well that answers one of my questions. Howzer was, in fact, able to keep his hair in great condition while being held captive. Good to know.

BUT HOWZER'S BACK AAAAHHHH

I was honestly like "oh no, Lt. Fuckface is back 🙄" and then remembered that he was dead and that this was some other pasty imperial to hate...

Incoming attack? From Echo maybe???

IT'S ECHO!!!

HE HAS RETURNED AAAAAHHHHH I MISSED HIM SO MUCH!!!

WITH GREGOR!!!

2 new clones, Fireball and Nemec. Ngl, thought they were both gonna die. 😬 Thankfully not!

Oh great, even Mt Tantiss is all grey and gloomy...

This is just a grey, gloomy episode.

ECHO AND CROSSHAIR IN THE SAME EPISODE??? LET'S GO!!!

Hemlock gives me the heebie jeebies. 😖

LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU DICK

Crosshair convulsing in the back of the shot is horrifying. 😭

Echo without a kama feels very weird...

BUT LOOK AT HIS BOOTS!

FUCK YEAH, CROSSHAIR!!!

I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn't actually going to work out...

You can tell he's out of it. Some of his shots miss.

HE'S SENDING A WARNING MESSAGE TO THE BATCH HELP

If you need me, I'll be sobbing in the corner. 😭

Cross... 😭😭😭

Of course Hemlock is immune to his own poison. That's exactly something to expect from a heebie jeebie man.

AND THE BATCH?! I thought they might just turn up right at the end.

Man, we are doing so well for characters this episode. 🥲

What is that thing Wrecker caught???

Wrecker calling Lyana boss. 😭

Hunter still feeling a little iffy about settling down permanently. Interesting but not surprising. 🤔

TECH GIVING OMEGA FLYING LESSONS 😆

He looks so terrified. 🤣

TECH TURN! TECH TURN!

Omega sounding so excited when she says "It's him". Bestie, same. 😭

Echo offering to race Omega back just confirms that Echo is actually a chaotic little shit and I love him for that. 🥰

Echo, mate, you look kinda naked without the kama. I don't know how to feel about it.😭

THE HUG THE HUG THE HUG AAAAHHH MY HEART 😭🥰

Ooooohh are they gonna find out about Cross from the data stick?

Hunter and Echo still not quite on the same page. 🤔

SORRY BUT WHY DOES ECHO ALWAYS LOOK SO SMALL NEXT TO HUNTER??? DID HUNTER CUT THE BOTTOM OF ECHO'S LEGS OFF LIKE WHAT IS THIS???

"When will it be enough?"

Ugh, that hurt. I love what Echo's doing but I am stressed for his life constantly. I'm really worried that something is going to happen to him and that's why Rex is gonna give up the fight. 😭

I don't necessarily think that something will happen to him this season though...

THEY KNOW THE EMPIRE HAVE CROSSHAIR 😭

They got the distress message. 🥲

Okay, I know that them not completely trusting Crosshair's warning is justified but OUCH it hurts to know that he's trying to help them and they don't know if they can believe him. 😭

JUST LEAVE THE POOR MAN ALONE! STOP IT!!! 😭

THAT'S THE END?! NOOOOOO

Oh no... we only have the finale left...

Aaaahhhhh so much happened this episode!

We got Echo back! (No Rex though ☹️). But also Crosshair, and the Batch AND HOWZER AND GREGOR!!! 🥰 Was hoping we would see Wolffe at some point but he could still turn up in the finale. 🤔

Jennifer wasn't kidding about this being a rollercoaster of emotions. I was just swinging back and forth between happiness and pure stress.

And Crosshair was trying to help his brothers. 😭 He still cares about them and now they want to get him back but they don't know if they can trust him and it's all too many feelings my heart can't take it-

I loved this episode. I think Eps 3, 8 and 12 still top it for me, but I was freaking out a lot. I hope Echo continues to have a significant part in the final 2 episodes and I hope that we see Rex again. Also, where's Cody at rn?

Anyway, I hope we get a Batch reunion next week!!!

I'm gonna go and continue to freak out. Hopefully I can focus on Mando this week after all that. 😵‍💫

[yurigalactica]

hi hello!! whats your favorite los camp! album?? all of my mutuals have had different answers haha

AAAAHHHH HIIIIIII NEW MUTUAL :D

truthfully, i don’t think it’s been just one—it rotates between them a lot. when i first got into them it was no blues, then it was romance is boring, then we are beautiful we are doomed, then sick scenes—you get the picture. i find it hard to compare them when they’re all so distinct from one another. i love hold on now youngster for its immaculate scream-in-the-car-after-a-shitty-shift ability, i love we are beautiful we are doomed for its metaphors about love and death (“i cannot emphasize enough that my body is a badly designed poorly put together vessel” and “i don’t want to sound trite but you were perfect, the way you could seriously make nature look dysmorphic” are two of the most notable ones to me), i love romance is boring’s unique sound but absolutely undeniable BANGERS (genuinely i think that album has so many bangers oh my god, it was a bit of an acquired taste for me at first but DAMN if in media res doesn’t change my brain chemistry every time i hear it then i don’t know what does). hello sadness took a while for me to get into, but i love how flowing it is, and while i’m more picky about the songs on it, this album is home to my favorite song on their entire discography—to tundra. my GOD i am so fucking obsessed with that song. literally cried the first time i heard it. no blues was the first album of theirs i listened to all the way through, so it holds a very special place in my heart—and i feel like i can relate to it because of how intricate and bursting with vocabulary it is. i gotta admit, i write fanfic and tend to get carried away with my prose a lot, so i feel very connected to that album because of it. and last but certainly not least, SICK SCENES!! i moved out to go to uni not too long ago and this album held my hand when i did it. hung empty CARRIED me through my first semester when i still had no fucking clue what i was doing. the entire album genuinely is so good, every single song on it is irreplaceable, and as of late, it’s my favorite vinyl to listen to.

if we’re talking my current favorite, however, i’ve gotta say that i’ve been rocking with no blues lately. give me long-winded metaphors about death and pretentious vocabulary!! WOOOOO!!

but yep, that’s my thoughts—i’m far too indecisive to pick just one album. i can’t wait for all hell to come out :D

[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Aaaahhhh happy anniversary, Raven!! Can I pls request Sebek proposing to a female s/o who prefers private and heartfelt romantic gestures?? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Marry me?

Sebek’s usual bombastic way of expressing himself is more of a hinderance than a help. He would gladly give you the world on a silver platter and shout about his love for you from the rooftops... except you’re not into that, so that axes a lot of his plans.

This man mulling over how he can best approach this proposal and have the best of both worlds for weeks. (How can he express the feelings raging in his chest while staying private and romantic?) Sebek seems less alert these days than even Silver, usually staring blankly at his notebook or into the distance, as if seeking answers for his dilemma.

He consults his friends and family for ideas, but the bulk of suggestions end up coming from Lilia, who offers terribly outdated advice that Sebek 120% trusts. Sebek would’ve followed through with plans to bring you to an elephant graveyard in the dead of winter during a blood moon if Silver hadn’t intervened! (“No offense, but... I think it’s best you don’t follow father’s advice. Why don’t you consult some written materials instead?”)

And so, Sebek finds himself in the library looking for textbooks on romance. As he’s running a finger along the shelf, he finds that the librarian has made a mistake: they’ve put a romantic comedy manga in the reference books section!

He thinks to put the manga in its proper location... but his curiosity gets the better of him, so Sebek opens it to have a little peek. He ends up binge reading the book, then looking for the rest of the series (which he finishes all in the span of a single afternoon). By the time Sebek’s done with the series, he’s filled with newfound determination and inspiration to pull off a perfect proposal.

He summons you for “a date with destiny!!” (his exact words, not yours) in a park in the Valley of Thorns. Sebek greets you with a wide grin and a single rose, which he tucks behind your ear. He then takes you by the hand when you arrive and drags you along to his favorite bench in the entire park. It’s sunny and quiet, the perfect spot for reading.

Sebek pulls out... a stack of manga from his backpack. The character on the cover has a rose tucked behind their ear, just like you, and they’re... sparkling a lot. You’re taken aback, since it’s not his usual reading material.

He clears his throat and opens up to... the fifth chapter of the first volume? You start to ask “what happened to chapters 1 through 4″, but Sebek has already started reading. “I like you. Will you go out with me?” then... “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

You’re kind of stunned into silence, which gives Sebek a great opportunity to plow ahead through various volumes. His cheeks turn beet red as he recites various lines, all of which he has marked with sticky notes. You realize what he’s doing: he’s telling the story of your romance, from the moment you started dating to now. “Your smile is beautiful.” “When you are happy, I’m happy, too.” “I was able to be strong because of your support.”

Then, at long last... “I don’t just like you, I love you.” Sebek sets the final volume down, and looks you dead in the eyes--his eyes quivering, his hands trembling. Everything he says from here on out isn’t from the manga, it’s from his heart, his soul.

“Human!! We... We have been through many trials and tribulations--and as a result, our fondness for one another has blossomed wonderfully, much like the rose you now wear. Therefore, it... it stands to reason that we should take our relationship to the next level. I-I trust you know of what I speak of. That’s right, I mean to say a ceremony of holy matrimony...!”

Sebek falls to one knee and produces a glittering ring, with clouds of sterling silver and lightning carved from emeralds. His smile is wide and eager, yet also nervous. “I could think of no better person to spend the rest of my life--my story--with! What say you, human? Do you accept my proposal?”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Stuck With You (Chapter Thirteen) - Draco Malfoy

A/N: aaahhhh xD OMG OMG OMG I cannot believe we’re here! this is the final chapter! aaaahhhh xD I just want to say that I absolutely LOVED writing this story and writing for Draco and most of all I want to thank EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU who took the time to read, comment, like, message me and liked this story SO MUCH! you have no idea how much I love you guys! you are the best! I cannot believe I’m saying this, but please enjoy this one last time! I really hope it was worth the wait and I did justice to these two beautiful characters!

Warnings: Draco being injured (at the beginning, then is pure non-stop fluff)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn't mine :)

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Stuck With You

Baby, come take all my time Go on, make me lose my mind We got all that we need here tonight

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!"

Draco froze in place when he heard that voice and glared at the two men in front of him.

"Which one of you two idiots told my wife?"

"Harry sent the Patronus-" Seamus said, pointing at the other man.

"Seamus told me to" Harry said at the exact same time, making Draco roll his eyes.

"I specifically told you not to-"

"Draco!" you yelled again, barging into his room at St. Mungo's with Dean close behind you.

"Calm down! See he is there alive and well-"

"Shut up, Thomas!" you snapped again before your eyes landed on your wounded husband. Draco had a broken arm, a big bandage on his neck, bruises and cuts all over his face and body, and you were sure there was more you couldn't even see. "What the bloody hell happened?"

"Love, I'm fine-!"

"I am not asking you!" you said, sitting down next to Draco, still holding his free hand and turning to look at the healer. "Talk, Finnigan!"

"Uh- right" Seamus said, getting Draco's medical chart. "Um, he has three broken ribs" he started. "And he broke his left arm, other than that his wounds are superficial, really" he said, looking at his friend. "And now, I am going to leave because I have other patients to see and frankly, I am quite scared of you and what's about to happen so... love?" he said, looking at Dean who didn't even hesitate to follow him out of the room.

"You're up, Potter" you said looking at Harry.

"Love-"

"I am talking to Harry, Draco" you said, looking back at your husband. "Since you obviously are not going to tell me the truth!"

"And Potter will?"

"He's more scared of me than you are" you informed him. "And if he's not, I just have to tell Ginny. So... go on" you said looking at the green-eyed man who, in fact, looked a bit more scared of you than Draco.

"R-right, well, as you know Ron and I had been tracking down the guys that attacked you and Draco a couple of weeks ago-"

"I know, Draco said you got them that night" you said, confused, looking back at Draco.

"Well... we got one of them" Harry confessed.

"Excuse me?" you said, shaking. You let go of Draco's hand and stood up, glaring at your husband. "You said they got them all-"

"I didn't want you to be scared-"

"Oh, so you lied to me then?"

"I was trying to protect you!" Draco raised his voice, standing up as well. You noticed his pained expression when he did. "I took care of it, alright?"

"What do you mean you took care of it?" you asked, glaring at him and Draco looked away so, you turned back to look at Harry. "What does he mean?"

"Love-"

"What does he mean, Potter?" you snapped, already knowing the answer.

Harry turned to look back at Draco who was pleading with him not to say anything but he knew you already knew what he did so there was really no use in trying to hide it from you.

"Well, Draco helped us find them-" Harry started and that was all it took for you. You smiled at Harry, but Draco knew that smile. It was the same fake smile you always had at one of the dinners you went to.

"Harry, could you please give us a minute?" you asked sweetly. Draco had to admit he was a bit scared to be left alone with you but knew Harry was going to bail the first chance he got.

"Of course, I'll be right outside. Let me know if you guys need anything" he said walking towards the door. "Good luck, Draco" he said before stepping out of the room.

"Love-" Draco started but was cut off by his wife smacking the back of his head. "Bloody hell! What was that for?"

"You know what that was for, Draco!" you snapped. "How could you be so stupid? You went after those guys?"

"I was helping Potter-"

"Oh, please Draco, both of us know that is not true! Harry barely has a scratch on him! We both know you went looking for them on your own!"

"Well, what did you expect me to do, huh? I had to do something! I told you I was going to take care of you! They-" he stopped. He sat back down and you saw how uneasy he was. You sat down next to him and held his hand in yours. "They hurt you, (Y/N)" he said, with his voice breaking a little. "I have..." he took a deep breath. "I have never been more scared in my entire life than when I saw you under that shelf and you weren't waking up" he confessed with a couple of tears escaping his eyes. You could see how scared he was and that he had probably been trying to be strong these past few weeks for you. Because you were also frightened. "I promised you I would take care of you, love" he continued. "I couldn't just sit around and do nothing-"

"I know, love" you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. "And I am beyond thankful for how much you always take care of me" you assured him. "But Draco, that means nothing if I lose you in the process" you told him. "What you did was incredibly dangerous-"

"I told Harry" he defended himself. "Once I found them I sent him a Patronus-"

"Still, Draco. That is not your job" you tried to convince him. "You're not an Auror, love" you insisted. "And I'm actually glad you're not because I don't think I'd be able to be this worried about you every single day" you said with a small chuckle and making Draco laugh a little too.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you again" he said, hugging you closer to him with his good arm.

"I know, love" you said, looking up to kiss his cheek. "I love you" you whispered.

"I love you too" Draco replied, kissing your forehead.

"If you ever do something like this again, you know I will kill you myself, right?"

"Of course I do, love" he chuckled before kissing you again.

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"You know you don't have to stay here" Draco insisted for the fifth time.

"Draco, you can barely function as a person right now" you said as you kept on chopping the tomatoes to make him lunch. "Dean and Neville said it was fine if I took a couple of days off" you reminded him.

"I can do everything by myself" Draco said, offended, as he sat on the kitchen table.

"You are supposed to be resting" you said, taking away all the paperwork he had on the table.

"I have to work!" he complained. "I was already behind for following those pricks-"

"Well, that was your fault, Draco! Now you have to rest! You cannot write with a broken arm-"

"You do remember I can enchant a quill to write for me, right?" he asked trying to grab his bag from you. "Give it!"

He stood up to reach for it and tried his best to hide his pained expression and any sight of it when he felt his ribs aching horribly. You raised your eyebrow at him and dropped the bag to the floor.

"Fine, if you can pick it up with no magic and without hurting yourself in the process, you can work" you said, smirking.

Draco looked at the bag and then glared back at you. "I hate you" he whined, as he slowly sat back down.

"You love me" you said, smirking and going back to the tomatoes.

"I just need to-"

"Draco! Enough! You need to rest and that is exactly why I am staying here! You cannot overdo yourself, love!"

"You are being completely irrational right now-"

"You see that I'm holding a knife" you glared at him.

"Oh please, love, half our marriage is you holding a knife" he said rolling his eyes.

You sighed, putting down the knife and walking over to him, kissing his forehead. "You know I'm only doing this because I love you, right?"

"I know, love" he said, smiling weakly.

He knew he was being irrational, and in fact, his entire body ached horribly, but he was never really one to just sit down and 'relax'. You were about to say something else when she heard a small pecking noise on the window.

"Errol?"

"I can't believe that bird is still alive" Draco said rolling his eyes. When you stood up to get to him, he widened his eyes, realizing why Errol was there. "Love, wait!"

He stood up quickly but growled in pain when he felt his ribs aching again.

"Draco!" you said, going back to him after opening the window and letting Errol in. "Love, sit down" you said, worriedly. "Draco-"

"Stupid bird" he cursed as Errol landed in front of him. "He wasn't supposed to come in today" he muttered.

"What are you talking about?" you asked confused, noticing the package Errol had with him. "Draco, why does Errol have a package for you?" you asked when you read the tag.

"How should I know? Stupid bird must have gotten lost-"

"Draco!"

"Fine" he sighed. You took Errol to your small garden in your kitchen and went back to seat with Draco. "I... asked Mrs. Weasley for some help" he admitted.

"With what exactly?" you asked even more confused. "How did you even get in touch with her?"

"Um, Potter helped with that" he admitted as he grabbed the package. "It was supposed to be for your birthday next week" he told you, opening it. You felt your heart melting when you saw your old green sweater with the 'F' printed on it just as it was before the washing machine incident.

"Draco" you whispered, feeling your eyes tearing up.

"I know how much it meant to you" he said, holding your hand. "And... I know how much he meant to you" he added. "I wrote to Mrs. Weasley, telling her what happened and asking for her help to fix it" he told you as you read the letter Mrs. Weasley sent.

"Love" you said, with a few tears escaping your eyes. Mrs. Weasley wrote about how much Draco begged for her help, apologizing for everything he and his family did to them. Apologizing about Fred's death and explaining to her how much he loved you and he would always try to love you and make you as happy as he was sure Fred had made you. Mrs. Weasley also told you that she could see how happy you were and how much Draco cared and loved you and that she was really happy for the two of you. "You didn't have to do this" you said, finishing the letter.

"I know I didn't have to" he said kissing your cheek. "But... I also owed it to Fred" he said. "He saved the love of my life. It wasn't fair that I ruined his sweater" he chuckled.

"I love you so much" you smiled at him, kissing him. "Mrs. Weasley sent something else" you told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, now being confused. You grabbed the package and took out another sweater. A dark navy blue sweater with a 'D' printed on it. "Is this-?"

"It's for you" you said, smiling.

"Why would she make one for me?"

"That's what Mrs. Weasley does" you giggled. "She said I have a good husband" you said, showing him the letter. "And since I am a part of the Weasley family... so are you" you explained. "And every Weasley member gets a sweater- are you... crying?"

"NO!" he said, wiping away his tear. "Is just... I've always been horrible to them" he admitted.

"Well, there's always time to amend that, love" you said, grabbing his hand.

"Do you have one of these?" Draco asked, you knew he was changing the subject.

"I do. My favorite color, but it got accidentally burned when Fred and George were trying out their products" you laughed. "It has holes all over it, which is why Fred gave me his" you explained.

"Does that mean you're going to stop stealing my sweaters?"

"No" you smiled, kissing his cheek. "I love you" you said, kissing him again.

"I love you too" he smiled.

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"Love, I'm sorry!" you apologized again.

"Stop apologizing" Draco laughed as you looked for your keys to open the flower shop. "It's fine, love-"

"No! Is not! I can't believe Dean is making me come here right now! I told him it was our anniversary and-" you stopped talking when you opened the door.

The flower shop was not as it always was. It was probably the cleanest you had seen it, fairy lights were hanging from the ceiling, all of your favorite plants were on display and when you looked around, you saw what looked like... a wedding. All of your friends were there. Dean and Seamus, Neville and Luna, George and Angelina with baby Fred II, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, and Harry and Ginny. Draco's friends were also there. You saw Padma smiling brightly at you when you spotted them, hitting Blaise on his arm and shrieking 'they're here' and making Greg laugh.

"Draco... what is going on?"

"Happy anniversary" Draco smiled, hugging you and kissing the side of your head.

"What is this?" you asked, still confused.

"Well, I thought that we could have a proper wedding" he informed you.

"We had a proper wedding. A year ago" you said, confused.

"Are you telling me that if you had been able to choose, that's exactly how you wanted your wedding to be like?"

"... Y-yes?"

"You're a terrible liar" he laughed. "You wouldn't have even chosen the groom" he mocked you.

"Draco!"

"So, your friends help me set this up for you. Well, for us" he explained. "And we can do it right this time" he said, looking at you. "I want you to look back at today and remember a happy day- and don't say that our wedding was the happiest day of your life because, I know for a fact, that it wasn't" he said before you could interrupt him. "I saw your face at Ron's and Hermione's wedding. You deserve that, love" he said before kneeling down in front of you. "So, (Y/N) Malfoy" he said, making you giggle. "Will you marry me? Again?"

"Of course I will" you said, leaning down to kiss him.

"I love you" Draco said, getting back up. "Now go get ready" he said.

"Ready?"

"Yes" he replied. Before you could ask anything else, Padma, Ginny, Hermione, and Luna came to drag you away to the back of the shop where you were going to get ready.

"Did you all know about this?"

"Yes" they all said at the same time. "Draco's been planning this for months" Luna added.

"Ever since your accident" Padma told you, making your heart tingle a little. "He really loves you, (Y/N)" she smiled at you.

"I can't believe he did all of this for me" you admitted. "I mean, you remember how it was a year ago, right girls?" you said looking at Hermione and Ginny.

"Yes, but we've seen how much he's changed" Ginny told you.

"He apologized to each one of us" Hermione informed you.

"He did?" you said, a bit surprised, and Hermione nodded.

"He told us that you were the most important person in his life and he knew how much you loved us so, he wanted to make things right" Ginny added.

"Ready to go marry your husband?" Padma asked once they were done with your dress, makeup, and hair.

"I can't wait" you admitted, going out of the back of the shop. The girls went to take their seats, and you were pleasantly surprised to find George standing there, waiting for you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Who do you think is taking you down the aisle?" George asked, offering you his arm. "Draco had a very strict 'No-Parents' policy. Said it would make both of you as tense as your original wedding" he chuckled.

"Smart man" you smiled, grabbing George's arm. Your smile got bigger when you spotted Draco, looking more handsome than he'd ever been, standing next to Blaise and Greg. On your side, Dean and Neville stood smiling at you. And then, you saw who was in the middle of it all. "Charlie's here?" you asked, excitedly, looking at George.

"Draco basically asked him for your hand again" he laughed. "He said he knew how much Charlie meant to you and he wanted his blessing, it would be like Daniel's" he told you. "And Charlie also apologized and offered to officiate the ceremony" he explained. You had no idea Draco would go through so much just for you. You were certain that Draco was the love of your life and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of it with him. "Ready?"

"I am" you smiled as the music started playing and George started walking you down the aisle.

The smile on Draco's face when he saw you, was something you were sure you would never forget. You had no idea how you got here. Marrying Draco Malfoy for the second time. But his smile made you absolutely sure, that you wouldn't have it any other way. When you reached the end of the aisle, George hugged you and kissed your forehead.

"We both love you very much" he whispered, making you smile back at him and tried really hard to not cry.

"I love you both too" you whispered, before turning to Draco and looked up at him with dreamy eyes. "Hi."

"Hi" he said, smiling back at you. "You look beautiful" he told you.

"You clean up well yourself, love" you mocked him.

After the beautiful wedding, you had to admit this was the happiest day of your life. You were surrounded by your best friends, in your favorite place, with the love of your life.

"Thank you for doing this, Charlie" you said, hugging him.

"It was my pleasure, kid" he said, kissing the side of your head. "Sorry I wasn't there last year" he said.

"It's okay" you admitted. "To be honest, I didn't want to be there either" you laughed.

"He would be really proud of you, you know?" he said, sighing. "Daniel" he continued making you smile even more. "And he would have really liked Draco."

"He'd be proud of you too" you assured him.

"Um, may I have your attention, please?" Draco said all of the sudden, standing in the middle of the room.

"Oh, Merlin" you muttered.

"Well, firstly, I would like to thank all of you for your help and for being here with me and my beautiful wife tonight" he started. "But... there's one final part of her present and I know I will dread and regret it for the rest of my life" he laughed nervously. "But... I believe that every husband and wife should have their first dance together" he said walking over to you and offering you his hand. "Shall we dance, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Oh Merlin" you said, with the biggest smile on your face. "Is this actually happening?"

"Just come with me, before I back out" he complained and you didn't need to be told twice.

You smiled back at Charlie, who was trying really hard not to laugh and then grabbed Draco's hand, leading him to the middle of the dance floor while all of your friends stood around them. You thought this couldn't get any better until the song started.

"You didn't!" you smiled brightly at him.

"I did" he smiled, kissing your forehead.

Someday, when I'm awfully low When the world is cold I will feel a glow Just thinking of you And the way you look tonight

"You can wipe that smirk off your face" Draco complained.

"Never" you said. "You're dancing with me" you said excitedly. "And I have witnesses" you smiled and Draco tried really hard not to smile at how adorable you looked.

"I will admit, it is a beautiful song" he said.

"Thanks for all of this love" you said, resting your head on his chest. "This was... more than perfect" you admitted.

"Is what you deserved, love" he said, kissing your head.

"Just so you know, I would marry you a thousand times over if I had to" you said, looking up and giving him a peck on the lips.

"I would too" he smiled.

Oh, but you're lovely With your smile so warm And your cheek so soft There is nothing for me But to love you Just the way you look tonight

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you marry me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I told you why I agreed to marry you but you never told me why you did" you explained.

Draco sighed before he smiled at his wife. "Well, after what happened with Astoria" he started. "I didn't think I would ever love anybody else like that... or at least I thought that was love" he said. "So, when my mum told me I thought, might as well. I mean you weren't the worst option-"

"Why thank you, love" you glared at him a little.

"You know what I mean" he chuckled. "I don't know why but... my mum's always loved you. She used to go on and on when we were in school about how pretty you were and how you came from a nice family and I think that's also why I didn't like you back then" he admitted. "I have never been happier to have been wrong in my life" he continued. "Whatever I had with Astoria does not even come close to what I have with you" he admitted. "You and your messy, loud, opinionated, crazy, lovely, wonderful, beautiful self" he said, kissing your forehead.

"Nice save, love" you laughed.

"Anyways, I'm glad I did" he continued. "I may not have been a year ago, but now? I cannot imagine my life without you, (Y/N) Malfoy" he smiled at you.

"I can't imagine my life with you either, Draco Malfoy" you said, kissing him once more.

With each word your tenderness grows Tearing my fears apart And that laugh That wrinkles your nose Touches my foolish heart

"What?" Draco asked all of the sudden.

"What do you mean?" you asked confused.

"You're hiding something. I know that smile" he said. "I know you and there is something you're not telling me" he said. "Should I have asked our parents to be here-?"

"No!" you said a little too quickly. "That was... actually the best decision you've made for tonight" you admitted. "I could not imagine your parents being here in this small flower shop with the Weasley family" you chuckled, making him laugh as well. "And I will forever be grateful for you not inviting my parents" you admitted.

"Then what is it?"

"Well... I had a surprise for you today as well. I had this whole thing planned and now I just don't know how to work it out" you admitted.

"Love, I'm sorry" he said, feeling a little guilty. "I had no idea you had plans for us-"

"No, love. Don't apologize, honestly" you insisted. "Nothing could have been better than this" you said, kissing his cheek. "And I didn't really have much planned just... I had to tell you something" you smiled shyly, looking down.

Lovely Never, ever change Keep that breathless charm Won't you please arrange it 'Cause I, I love you

"What is it?"

"Well, I wanted you to know differently but, honestly there{s no more perfect moment than my husband dancing with me-"

"Knock it off! Is not happening again" he threatened.

"Whatever you say, love" you chuckled.

"Tell me" he insisted. You smiled brightly at him and sighed. "You might as well, you just agreed to spend the rest of your life with me again. It's just the two of us love."

"Well... it's not going to be just the two of us for long, love" you said, shyly, looking up at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, not entirely sure. You simply smiled at him and Draco understood it. "Are you-?"

"I am" you said happily. "That was my surprise for you tonight" you admitted.

"(Y/N)!" he said, excited, bringing you closer to him and kissing your forehead repeatedly. "Does anyone else know?"

"Of course not! You're the first one I've told" you said, rolling your eyes. "Well, actually Seamus knows but... he doesn't count" you giggled. "I just wanted to be really sure before telling you. Are you... happy?"

"Happy? Happy doesn't even begin to cover it love!" he said, with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face. "I love you so much! Both of you" he said, placing his hand on your belly.

"I'm glad. Cause I'm stuck with you, love" you said, kissing him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling" he said, leaning down to kiss you again. "There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with than you!"

Just the way you look tonight Just the way you look tonight

The End

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[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5] [Ch.6] [Ch.7] [Ch.8] [Ch.9] [Ch.10] [Ch.11] [Ch.12] [Epilogue]

Song: The Way You Look Tonight - Tony Bennet  

A/N: aaahhhh! I can’t believe that happened! I actually cried when I wrote ‘The End’! again, thank you SO MUCH for coming along with me on this incredible journey! there’s an epilogue to this story, which is already started but I don’t know when it will be up! hopefully soon but I have a bunch of reuests on hold so I’m not sure! I love you my dearies! please let me know what you think :)

[pandoraimperatrix]

DickKory please

Aaaahhhh I don’t know which one though... Peony... Camellia... Chrysanthemum... Daisy... Violet....

Uuuuummmmm i kinda want some smut so maybe Peony.

Anon, you asked for a smut Peony and you shall have it!

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“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

He sighed, his shoulder blades rippling as his torso expanded, and Kory saw his smile rising from the exposed half of his face, although his eyes remained closed.

“Our bed” he breathed, Kory walked further into the room, sitting on the bed, her hand touching the small of his back, sliding upwards, accenting the stark contrast of her smooth dark skin against his dotted by the San Francisco’s sun as she caressed him languidly. “Too tired for clothes…,” he added after a while.

She let out a weak chuckle and leaned over to kiss his shoulder, marvelling over the visible goosebumps that her delicate move provoked on him.

Dick fixed his position slightly after that, opening one already darkened eye to her who smiled innocently, fanning her long eyelashes at him as if she had no intention at all as her caress changed direction and was now reaching the end of the curve of his back.

“Only for clothes?” she asked, her hand finally cupping one of his cheeks and giving it a nice squeeze.

He lowered his head again, now using his arms to hide his face.

“Why, Miss Kory Anders?” and now his voice was free from all the sleepiness. “Do you have anything interesting in mind?”

She bit the lobe of his ear, and smiled when he wasn’t able to conceal a low moan.

“What if I do?”

Dick moved at once, making Kory squeal at the sudden change. His strong arms let go of the pillow and went to her waist, hoisting her body over his as he turned around, lying on his back.

“Hello,” she said smiling down at him, her hands now on his shoulders, legs around his hips, her thumbs rubbing his skin.

“Hi,” he answered, also smiling, and hands leaving her waist to undo the knot of her dressing gown.

Kory rose one of her hands to his face, cupping his jaw, her eyes warm with affection.

“Are you sure if you want this? I was just teasing, if you are too tired we can just sleep.”

His hands stopped, her dressing gown now parted to reveal her body, also bare and still a little moist from the shower. Dick gave her a lopsided smile and took one of the spring of her curls, stretching it to kiss her hair.

“No…” he said, and when she frowned in confusion, he rose up from the bed, supporting her weight with his arms when his hips rolled to allow their new position. “I want you.”

She leaned into him for a slow, sensual kiss, her body arching against his, seeking more skin against skin contact, her fingers slid from his neck, threading trough his hair, massaging his scalp. Dick parted the kiss to look up at her, he always resented when people would regard him as a lucky person. As if being adopted by a billionaire was some golden Band-Aid stamped over the silly boo-boo of losing both of his parents in just one awful night. But when he looked at Kory, and was reminded of the chain of causalities that brought her to his life, the absurdity of the miracle that made her love him… What could it be other than luck?   

“Always nice to hear,” she breathed, her voice a whisper when he started kissing down her throat, her eyes shutting and her fingers closing tighter around his hair as his lips made a path of fire, crossing her collarbones and reaching her sternum.

Dick lost his concentration for a moment when she started moving her hips and he bit the top of her breast.

“Sorry,” he said alarmed and kissed the distressed skin to sooth it.

“Do it again,” she said.

“What?” He swallowed, confused, but there was no doubt in Kory’s eyes.

“I liked it,” she said simply, and pushed a piece of dark hair from his eyes.

“Really?” his eyebrows rose.

“Since I told you about of my past you have been so…” she sighed, choosing her words, “careful.”

“Oh…” the corners of his mouth lowered, “I didn’t mean-”

“And I appreciate it” she interrupted him, noticing that his face was flushed and he was turning softer underneath her thighs. Dick Grayson, her emotionally stunted Dick Grayson, she loved him, so much, but goodness he could be touchy. “I do,” she reassured him. “But… I haven’t changed… Neither what I like…” She punctuated that last argument by taking his hand and rising it to her bitten breast, and pressing. “You can’t hurt me like that, Dick Grayson,” she noticed her point coming across that thick brain of his when his eyebrows lowered and she kissed him, biting and pulling his lower lip in the end. “And I know you wouldn’t, even if you could. So… I know you like it a little bit rougher too. No need to hold back.”

 He didn’t need to hear twice.

Before Kory could get her bearings, he had lifted her from his lap and slammed her on the bed, standing on his knees over her body with hungry eyes and a promising smile. She let out a nervous laugh, feeling an exciting kaleidoscope of butterflies fill her belly waiting for his next move. But instead of kissing her, or caressing her in some way, Dick grabbed one side of her hips and turned her, so she would be with her back to him. Every time he manhandled her like that, as if she weighted nothing for him, she felt a new wave of heat radiate from her core. Then, he peeled her dressing gown over her body, and Kory shivered. Anticipation was killing her when she felt him pulling her hips up, until she was in her knees too.

“Grayson what ah-!” her question was swallowed by an exclamation of pleasure when his tongue invaded her vulva making shut her eyes strongly, stars sparkling in the darkness. He pumped a few times before slowing down, making his tongue flat so he could lick around her opening too. And then, he started lapping, flicking her clit with the point of his talented tongue, once, twice, and another time, finding a rhythm.

Kory grabbed the sheets where her lover had been lying just minutes ago, letting out a loud moan as he kept his onslaught, using his firm hands to expose her to his kisses and keep her in place when her knees started to give. He pulled away with a sound of suction, but before Kory found enough coherence to complain, he inserted a finger inside.

“X-x-x’Hal!” she screamed.

“My name, Kory,” he demanded.

She chuckled and turned her face around, trying to look at him.

“You have to ah… deserve it.”

“Oh yeah?” he inserted another finger and bended over to suck her clit at the same time as he fucked her with his hand. He kept a consistent rhythm and in no time she was trashing under him. Dick smiled when he noticed that she had tried to say his name, but when the climax hit her, all she managed were a few nonsense that barely counted as words.

Even so, it wouldn’t do it, not for him, so, before Kory was fully back from her high, Dick pulled her back in position, rubbed his hard member on her soaking, still pulsating pussy and entered her with a grunt. He didn’t wait before start giving all he had, but Kory, ever his perfect partner, wouldn’t let him do all the work himself. She pushed her upper body up, and reached behind for him inviting for a kiss that couldn’t last on her lips a lot, to allow their frenetic rhythm, and turned into a wet path through her neck, shoulders and back. Kory turned one arm behind, placing it like a handler for him to get better leverage, which Dick accepted while his other hand went to her clit rubbing it the way he knew she liked until Kory was screaming again.

When she was finished, he pulled out, she fell on the bed, spent, one hand pumping himself, Dick, used the other to roll Kory’s body so she’d be facing him.

“So noisy,” he said positioning his hips between her thighs. “I’m glad for the acoustic proofing,” and he bended over to kiss her belly, “but I haven’t heard my name yet.”

Kory smirked.

“Better luck next time.”

Dick rose his eyebrows to that, and rested his free hand on the bed beside Kory’s head, bringing their faces close.

“You are lucky one, aren’t you? Getting yourself someone who make you come over” he kissed her throat “and over” he kissed her jaw “again.” He let out a long-suffering sigh. “But fine, third time is the charm.” And he entered her again. Kory’s legs hugged his hips, pulling him closer until there was no space between them.

“On second thought,” she said cheekily, “I think you are already full of yourself and I shouldn’t enable it.”

Dick snorted.

“I’m the one full of myself? Really?” He made his point by accelerating his thrusts.

Kory laughed and the contractions of her already impossibly tight muscles were too much for him.

Terror mixed with the pleasure of release spread through his face and her laughing fit worsened, milking him who afterwards fell beside her pouting.

“I’m so sorry,” she said kissing his shoulder, amusement still thick in her voice.

“You are so not.”

“I am!”

He turned his face away from her childishly.

“I don’t believe in you.”

Kory giggled and threw a leg over his and sucked his earlobe.

“Ohh, poor baby, but I am sorry, or don’t you think I didn’t want a third one?”

He looked at her through the corner of his eyes.

“You are a greedy one, Princess Koriand’r.”

“Why can I say? I’m used to premium Dick service.”

He tried to press his lips together to hold his pout, but when an alien princess fell from the sky and stole his heart to her was given the power of stealing his laughter too.

[ayellowcurtain]

I just saw a pic of federico Cesari with scrubs and aaaahhhh I thought of you immediately!!! do you think you could write something about Martino in med school and Nico so proud of his boyfriend??

Martino is tired and aware he’s in a bad mood, hoping he’ll be able to handle it with himself without lashing out at Nico. It’s been a long couple of weeks of a lot of studying and way too much time spent in his residency added to not enough hours of sleep and very little free time to spend glued to Nico.

He feels every muscle in his body getting even sorer with every step he takes up the squeaking stairs, stopping at Nico’s door to search for the keys he threw randomly inside his bag this morning. He should have put it in a smaller pocket, but he was in a rush and there was no such thing as an extra second to be lost putting his keys somewhere specific to make his life easier when coming back home.

He’s about to complain and just knock on the door and ask to be let in when he finds it, rolling his eyes as he finally opens the door, feeling his eyes heavy and his body complain of another movement as he steps in, trying to be quiet in case Ni is already in bed.

The kitchen light is still on but Nico always leaves it on so Marti can find his way around the house. He kicks his sneakers off his feet and leaves his bag on top of them right next to the door, stretching his whole body while yawning. He didn’t even give himself time to change at the hospital before coming home, that’s how desperate he was for a warm shower and his bed, hugging Nico tight.

“Wow…” He opens his eyes to find Nico standing a few steps from him, in between his tiny kitchen and the living room.

“Hi…” Marti drops his arms down and instantly feels more relaxed just by seeing Nico and his soft and oversized clothes, his white fuzzy socks over his black sweatpants, and an extra-large white shirt exposing just one side of his collarbones.

“Thought you were in bed already.”

Nico doesn’t answer, just shakes his head with a soft smile sitting on his lips, staring at Marti’s body and he thinks he might invite Nico for his shower if he’s that interested so late at night.

“I’ve never seen you in scrubs.”

Oh.

Martino looks down at himself, hoping he doesn’t have any weird stains that he won’t be able to explain without grossing Nico out. While still scanning himself, he looks up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Do I look good?”

Nico sighs loudly while walking to Marti, putting his hands on the sides of his waist.

“You look amazing, Marti.”

He never thought about it, wearing doctor clothes and how real it makes what his future will look like but it feels really nice to hear Nico addressing it.

“I’m extremely tired and stinky if that helps make me less amazing.” He explains without thinking and Nico laughs softly, nuzzling against his cheek, kissing it right after, searching for one of Marti’s hand and intertwining their fingers, his hand so much warmer than Marti’s for once.

“You’re not stinky and you’re never looking less amazing to me. Did you eat anything?”

Martino can’t remember the last time he ate so that must mean something but he nods his head instead of telling the truth because it would make Nico over worry for no reason. He just forgot he had to eat and suddenly it was night already and his shift was done.

“What did you eat?” Marti rolls his eyes instead of answering, holding Nico’s face gently, feeling instant relief of his contracted muscle again when touching his boyfriend like Nico is the quickest serotonin.

“Don’t ask difficult questions. Can you order something for us while I take a quick shower?”

Nico nods his head and Martino smiles against his lips, wrapping his arms around Nico’s neck for a quick kiss before parting ways to go take his much needed shower.

He feels a little too attached to his scrubs all of a sudden so he waits until he’s inside the bathroom to take them off instead of walking out of them while going down the hall. He folds them and puts them on the bathroom counter even though he’ll put them to wash after his shower. Nico likes them so Marti is more appreciative of the blue, simple outfit now.

The shower water is too hot and not hot enough at the same time. It helps him relax and feel a little sleepy even but it also burns and irritates his pale skin at the same time. So Marti tries to make it quick while enjoying it, closing his eyes, and constantly swinging his body slowly from under and away from the water, loving how warm the tiny bathroom gets.

He’s in desperate need of letting his skin breathe for a little after a long day wearing layers of clothes, so he just puts on some clean underwear and drags himself back to the living room while carrying his dirty clothes, hoping their food won’t take too long to get there or he’ll fall asleep on the spot.

“I already put some clothes to wash, was just waiting for you to get home.” Nico holds his scrubs right away, still very interested in them and Martino smiles, throwing himself on the couch as he watches his handsome and caring boyfriend put his clothes to wash with his on their old washing machine under the kitchen counter, the only place they had to put it, no space for an actual laundry in Nico’s grandma’s old apartment.  

“Can you put them on when they’re clean?”

Nico frowns, looking over his shoulder, closing the washing machine and standing up, walking to the couch and sitting next to Marti, putting his legs on Marti’s lap.

“Your scrubs?” Martino nods his head, smiling, “They’ll probably be too big for me.”

“That’s the point. I want to see it. I’m sure you’ll look so cute, Ni.”

Nico laughs and sits up closer, laying his head on Martino’s shoulder, holding his hand.

“Okay. I’ll try them on later.”

“Thank you.” Martino kisses the top of his head, looking at Nico’s pale hand on top of his, the long fingers, his hand a little bigger than Marti’s and skinnier too, “What are we going to eat, chef?���

“Some delicious sushi from your favorite restaurant.”

Martino moans, feeling his mouth water just thinking about it. He hopes Nico made their order extra big because Martino is starving.

“So tonight is the night you’ll propose?”

“Maybe so.”

Martino kisses his forehead, smiling when Nico looks up to meet his gaze, kissing his jaw, “I’ve been waiting for years now.”

“Patience, young Martino. It has to be perfect.”

Martino nods his head but he doesn’t agree. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Martino would say yes over sushis any night but he’s letting Nico do this his way. He’s not even sure if Nico is actually planning anything, it’s just fun to fantasize. And hope he is planning something in the near future.

[iliumheightnights]

We Have a jedi [11] |Peter Parker x Male!Stark Reader

Fandom: Star Wars and Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son Reader, Peter Parker x Male Reader

Summary: (M/N) returns to earth. His return reveals secrets and he meets a someone new.

Read From The Start

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The lights of New York always made the city shine, even if parts of it weren’t the brightest. The sounds of cars honking and traffic were like music to his ears. He was dragged away from the flashing lights and traffic by the sound of a hiss. He turned and looked at Sheyo in his arms, she was gritting her teeth. “It hurts. Can we get to a medic?” (M/N) nodded and helped her up. “Don’t worry I’ll get you some help.” (M/N) quickly put the space stone into his pocket and wrapped her arm around his shoulder and lifted her up. “If it starts to hurt too much let me know, I’ll carry you.” Sheyo laughed. “You carry me? You can barely carry a field crate without help from the force!” (M/N) only rolled his eyes at her, but still stifled his own laughter. Carrying her out of the alley they had arrived in, Sheyo finally got to see what earth looked like. “Where are we?” The two continued to walk down the sidewalk, passerby’s giving their own glances and glares at the two of them for what they were wearing and at Sheyo especially. “Terra. But they call it earth. I’ve been here once before.” He stopped talking for a bit but decided to continue. “Sheyo...you know how I’ve been kind of distant lately? Well, you’re going to find out why here. I just ask that you keep an open mind.” She looked at him strange but smiled. “(M/N), You know I’ve always had an open mind. I’m sure whatever it is we can handle it.”

As they made their way through the city, they ended up seeing a large crowd. “Hey look, there’s a giant ball on top of that building.” Looking up (M/N) saw it, on top of a building was a ball on a pole, the words happy new year not lit up below it. So it had been not just a year...but two that he had been away. He didn’t realize he was gone for so long. Only now did he realize that the air was chilly. “That’s how they celebrate a new year here. Come on we gotta get you patched up.”

After passing the crowd, the two were getting closer to avengers tower. (M/N) was getting antsy, he of course wanted to get Sheyo to a medic...but he wanted to see his dad. He missed him. It wasn’t long before he felt a disturbance in the force. “We’re being followed.” Sheyo whispered to him. “I felt it too.” Two figures were walking in front of them and (M/N) could tell they were trouble. Not seeing any other option, he turned into an alleyway. “Stay behind me.” He set Sheyo on a trashcan, better to keep her off her leg. “Look who we have here fellas, got some people playing dress up...and a freak.” (M/N) could feel his anger building up. “We want no trouble. Leave...and don’t get hurt.” The men laughed. “Leave and don’t get hurt! Oh boy I’m so scared.”

“He told you to leave.” That wasn’t Sheyo’s voice. (M/N) looked up and saw a person dressed in red and blue hanging onto the wall. “I think you should listen to him.” The men sneered at him. “And who are you?” The boy looked shocked. “I’m spiderman!” Even (M/N) looked at him strangely. Really spiderman? “Whatever. I wanna look at the freak.” One of the men walked forward and put a hand on (M/N)’s shoulder trying to push past him. In an instant, he ignited his lightsaber and cut the man’s arm off. “AAAAHHHH!” The man laid on the ground in pain. “Holy shit! You took off his arm!” The boy yelled from the wall. (M/N) turned back to the man on the ground and pointed his saber at him. “Leave.” The men didn’t need to be told twice, they all scattered. (M/N) let out a sigh and returned to Sheyo. “Are you okay?” Sheyo laughed. “I am, don’t think the man is.” (M/N) could tell the boy was still there. “Thank you for trying to help at least. Are you an avenger?” He turned back to the boy who was now on the ground. “Who me? Uh no, not yet at least. I’m Pet-erg spiderman. I’m spiderman.” (M/N) laughed. “You said that already...also might wanna practice that some more. Don’t want your actual name to slip out, Peter.” Peter rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah...so are those lightsabers? Like from star wars?” (M/N) sighed, of course here comes that again. “Yes these are lightsabers, yes we’re jedi, no the events of star wars are still just fiction to you.” Peter nodded. “Ooohhh. Okay.” He started jumping with excitement. “But that still means star wars still exists and so does the force and all that.” Sheyo leaned over to (M/N). “Star wars?” (M/N) only said he’d tell her later and placed his hand on Peter’s shoulders to steady the boy. “Peter, calm down. Can you help me get my friend to Avengers tower? I need to get my friend to a medic.” Peter looked over at Sheyo who was waving at him. “Oh...oh of course!” The two boys helped carry Sheyo to the tower. “I still can’t believe star wars is somewhat real.”

Avengers tower, previously Stark tower, was always a sight for (M/N)’s eyes. He didn’t get to spend a lot of time in it, but it had become home to him. “I’ve never been this close before. I usually don’t have a reason to be.” (M/N) looked over at Peter who was in awe...at least he thought he was. It was hard to tell with his makeshift mask. “So why did you want to come here instead of a hospital? I’m not sure they’ll let you in.” (M/N) let out a huffed laugh. “They’ll let me in. If they don’t I won’t let them live it down.” With that he pulled the three of them into the building.

The lobby of the tower hadn’t changed that much since the last time he was there. There were some new couches and monitors set up and the receptionist was different. Speaking of the receptionist, she had looked up as the three of them walked past. “Um...excuse me. I need to see your id!” (M/N) ignored her as he kept walking, he could tell security was following them. “Jarvis. I’m back and need to get to the labs. These two are with me.” The guards had just stopped them as Jarvis’ voice came through. “(M/N)! You have been missed. Your father will be so happy to see you. Do you want me to alert him to your arrival?”  “No thank you Jarvis. I’ll find him myself. Can you tell these fine gentlemen to please move?” Jarvis did so and the three moved to the elevator. “If I may ask sir...where have you been?” (M/N) sighed. “A long story.” Sheyo looked at him. “Father? (M/N) what’s going on?” He hadn’t even realized that he had talked about his father in front of Sheyo. Hopefully she’d be understanding. “I thought you said you had an open mind?” She glared at him. “I do. Could have at least told me so I didn’t show up all messed up.” He smirked at her. “Next time Sheyo, baby steps.” She chuckled.

The elevator door opened and the three were on the move again. The labs were new. While Tony had labs before, these were newly upgraded ones...and they were nice. They passed through a pair of doors and entered a lab where they were greeted by a certain scientist in a purple shirt. “Bruce.” Bruce looked up at his name and was shocked by what he saw. “(M/N)! You’re back!” He got up and embraced the boy who hugged back. “It’s good to see you too Bruce. My friend, I think her legs broke, can you take a look?” He nodded and looked at Sheyo. “I..I can take a look.” Sheyo smiled at him. “Yes I’m green. I’m a Mirialan, nice to meet you.” (M/N) laughed. “Don’t worry Sheyo, he’s green too.” (M/N) helped get Sheyo on the table. “I’m going to find my dad. Peter, can you stay with Sheyo and Bruce until I get back?” The boy nodded. “I can wait...I’m with Bruce Banner, and jedi...in avengers tower.” (M/N) shook his head and smiled. “Yes, you are. I’ll be right back.” (M/N) was about to exit the lab before Bruce stopped him. “Oh he’s not here right now. He’s at a new years party with the other avengers. I’m not there since...you know, I don’t like parties.” (M/N) was a little disappointed hearing that. “Oh. That makes sense. Well...I’m not going anywhere so I can wait.” Peter looked at him. “Your dad’s an avenger?” (M/N) looked at him. “My dad’s Iron man.” Peter started fidgeting excitedly. “Oh my god! You’re Tony Stark’s son!? Does he even have a son?!” (M/N) shrugged his shoulders. “Kind of.” Bruce faked a cough. “Um, (M/N) if you want...your dad actually set something up if you ever came back. I can have Jarvis lead you there.” (M/N) nodded, he had time to kill anyway. “I guess I’ll take a look. Take care of my friend Bruce.” Bruce nodded and continued his work with Sheyo. (M/N) left leaving Peter with them. “Alright Jarvis, tell me where to go.”

The elevator opened on the living area floor. This had changed dramatically since the last time too. From the looks of it, the rest of the avengers had moved into the tower. It reminded (M/N) of being back in the jedi temple, everyone living together. “So...what exactly am I looking for J?” He stood in the middle of the living room. “The hallway to your right, the last door on the left.” Walking to where Jarvis instructed, he opened the door and entered. The room was a good size and space themed. There were books and posters. A tv and game consoles. “Jarvis what is this?” He already knew the answer. “This is your room sir. Mr.Stark wanted to give you your own space for when you returned.” “When?” “Yes sir, when. Mr.Stark always believed that you would come back. You being here proves he was right.” (M/N) laughed softly at that and sat on the bed. “Yeah...I guess you’re right.”

From outside the windows (M/N) could see people celebrating and partying, even from high up. He wasn’t on earth long enough to experience or see any sort of holiday or celebrations like this. He wondered if maybe one day he’d get to experience one properly. Clint had told him about one called Christmas that sounded nice to (M/N), seemed sort of like life day. There was a knock on the door and Peter popped in, but he was looking a little different. “Hey, you took your mask off.” Peter stood frozen and then realized he had. “Oh, oh yeah. I figured since you already knew my name and that you’re pretty much an avenger that I could trust you.” He stepped inside the room and looked around. “Nice digs. You really got set up here.” (M/N) smirked as he looked around with Peter. “I wouldn’t know. I have NO clue what most of these are.” Peter smiled at him. “I can help you out sometime if you want.” (M/N) smiled at him too. “I’d like that. So, did you need me for something?” Peter shook his head as he remembered. “Oh yeah. Doctor Banner asked for you to return to the lab. Something about not spending your first new years alone.” (M/N) smiled and stood up from his bed. “That sounds pretty nice.” He and Peter exited his room, (M/N) walked to the elevator but noticed Peter wasn’t following him. “Hey. You coming?” Peter shook his head. “I should probably get home. My aunt’s probably wondering where I am.” (M/N) smiled at the boy and walked closer. He brought his hand out for a handshake. “It was a pleasure to meet you Peter. Thanks for your help. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” Peter grabbed his hand and shook it. “Yeah you too. I’m sure we will.” With that Peter put his mask back and exited to the balcony. (M/N) watched as he shot something from his hand and swung off. “Hugh, I guess he really is spiderman.”

Returning to the balcony he found Bruce looking over a screen while Sheyo was sitting on the table. “How’s the leg?” She smiled at him. “It’s alright. Just sprained. Gonna need to stay off it for a couple days. It would be better healed sooner if we had some bacta.” (M/N) sat on the table beside her. “Well we don’t. You’ll just have to suffer.” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh very funny. That’s the thanks I get for risking my life?” With that Bruce looked back towards them. “Sheyo filled me in on what happened. So...you really fought that blue guy again?” (M/N) nodded. “I did. Sadly I didn’t put a more...permanent end to him then I was hoping.” Bruce was looking at him a little concerned but ultimately smiled. “Well, in any case I’m glad you’re okay...and back here with us.” The man patted his shoulder. “Thanks Bruce. It’s good to be back.” The man cleared his throat. “Well...how about we head to the living room and watch the ball drop?” Sheyo and (M/N) looked at him strangely. “The what? doing what?”

The three of them had moved to the living room and watched as the new year ushered in. (M/N) would be lying if he said the whole ball thing didn’t confuse him, but each planet had their own customs. Bruce had made them some food which they ate gratefully, they hadn’t eaten since long before the battle. After everything Bruce had set Sheyo up in a guest room and (M/N) said good night to Bruce as the man retired to his own room. (M/N) wasn’t going anywhere yet, not until his dad came back.

(M/N) stood at the window and looked over the city. It was about 1 in the morning and the parties and celebrations were still going on but he could tell it was starting to die down. The ding of the elevator brought him back to attention. “That was some party. Better than last year’s by far.” That was Clint’s voice. “You only say that because you couldn’t attend last year.” Natasha. He could tell by their voices that they were getting closer. Turning around he watched the hallway and saw the two, plus Steve and Tony, turn the corner. “I’m just saying they should have at least had party hats.” Everyone stopped their banter and laughter as they saw they weren’t alone. (M/N) could feel his hands go sweaty as his dad finally made eye contact with him. He heard his voice crack as tears built up in his eyes. “Happy new year.” It was quiet for a bit, no one really doing anything. A laugh came from Tony. “About damn time.” Then he pushed past everyone else and engulfed him in a hug. “About time kid.”

[antman-56]

The Long Night PT 28

The walk to the fair was abit of a challenge for Qrow.

He felt uneasy as Summer lead him to their destination. Then again he was a tall man being lead by a small girl, so maybe thats what was put him off.

"Qrow? What are you thinking about?" Summer asked.

"Oh just fell little weird."

Summer felt a jab in her mood but she would have to fix that.

"Why's that?"

"Its just... I feel like where being watched."

"Well people are seeing a cute girl leading a poor sap like you."

"Hey!"

Summer laughed and Qrow gave her a look of slight betrayal.

"Well if it makes you fell any better were going to the fair by 216th."

"A fair? But aren't those things expensive?"

"Yep and don't worry we have this. (She shows SDC card) So we can do almost anything there."

She smiled more at the thought and Qrow looked happy to hear the news.

"Now you can win me something without worrying about your wallet."

Qrow chuckled. What a brat.

***Hidden near them***

Alvin and Lenny were over on the next street.

"Dude can we go? This is making me uncomformable."

"Alvin do you want to go out with her or not?"

Alvin sighed.

"That's what I thought. Now shut up and watch cause gods know I am."

Alvin glared at his friend but nonetheless continued to observed the two.

"Thier walking to the fair."

"So it's a date?"

"We still need more info."

"I'm starting to think you get off on following people."

***Fair grounds***

After Qrow and Summer paid for admission and went to an atm to draw out some linen.

She then lead him towards the carnival tents.

"Step right up! Step right up! And win any of these AMAZING prizes!!!"

The game he was advertising was to shoot some Grimm pop up that moved.

"Oh Qrow can you win a bear for me!" She said aloud.

"Yeah kid. Try and knock down the Grimm and win a prize for the lady!"

Qrow looked at Summer and she gave him the signature puppy dog eyes.

Qrow (begrudgingly) forked over 5 linen and grabes the toy gun.

Not even looking he took a shot.

It hit the target but didn't drop.

"Oh!!! To bad kid."

"What the hell I hit the thing!"

"Well it didn't fall over, so you don't get the bear."

Qrow looked the now smirked face of the swindler in the eye, growled, and slammed another 5 linen on the table.

Summer seeing this unfold is now regretting what she had done.

After 10 tries and 10 hits the Grimm still stood up.

Qrow was fumming with repressed rage. The con man was counting the linen in his hands that Qrow gave.

"Hate to break it to yeah kid but you have a terrible shot." Now with a tooth pick in his mouth.

"Maybe I should try!" Summer said with a little excitement.

She handed the man 5 linen and took her shot.

The Grimm fell.

"Congrats sweet heart." He hands her the stuffed bear. "And this is for whenever you want to be with a winner." He slipped a piece of paper with some numbers on it.

"I just got played."

"Yeah it was obvious on the first shot."

"And you let me do it! 10 TIMES!!!"

"You needed to learn but hey I got my bear and you helped."

She gave him a hug.

"And the assholes number."

She still had the paper.

"We can give it to a police officer and explain the situation."

He nodded at her answer.

"Now come on, I'm pretty sure their are other games your good at and some rides."

She grabbed his hand and lead him to the next tent.

***A Few Hours Later***

After the swindle the other tents were more honest and half the rides seemed to be out of order all of a sudden.

Summer still had the bear and the number of the asshat was now in the possession of the nearest officer.

Qrow's stomach began the grumble.

"Looks like your hungry."

"Can you not talk to me like I'm a child."

"Well I guess someone doesn't want to eat."

Qrow sighed. "So anyplace in mind?"

"La Blam."

"Sounds fancy."

"It is and I feel like we deserve a bit of a reward for the time we've been here."

Qrow anticipated Summer's next move and extended his hand so she can grab it faster.

After a couple of minutes walking and talking about the fair and other commodities. They reached their destination.

La Blam was nothing they both have seen. It was a mansion with tall windows, a balcony on the front side of the building, a fountain in front of the doors going in, and the people entering by were dressed formal.

They felt like they didn't belong here.

"Welcome to La Blam do you have a reservation."

"Yes under Rose."

"Alrighty just give me 5 minutes to see if a table is ready."

As the hostess left Qrow looked at Summer.

"When did you make a reservation?"

"A week ago. This place is fancy and I thought a team dinner would would be a go reward after the tests but that went out the window. I just didn't want this thing to go to waste." She lied.

It was double to make a last minute reservation for this place and a whole lot of pleading.

"Oh. Well let's eat for those two and then brag how good the food was."

Summer giggled.

Suddenly the hostess returned.

"Alrighty, please follow me."

As soon as they entered it was like a whole new world. Men in suits and women in dresses. They all varied in color and style but one thing was clear. They were not welcomed. Convertions stopped abruptly, some stared, others gave their opinions loudly to others and so on.

"Your table is here."

The hostess lead them to the table near the restrooms.

"Thank you." Summer smiled.

The hostess left the menus and walked away.

"Well that was fun."

"It may not be the ideal setting I was imagining but it's still nice."

Qrow looked at Summer and could swear he could see a mini version of her screaming.

He wasn't half wrong.

Summer was holding herself together. She requested a table by a window but she didn't want to complain. She knew they could have refused her outright so take what you can get.

"So any idea of what to get?"

"The steak looks interesting but I don't know what to drink. Everything sounds like a child's first words."

"Well this one looks like it has strawberries in so I'll try it and this one has an orange next to it if you want it."

"You never lead me wrong so you order my drink."

After a few minutes of ideal chit chat a waiter arrived and they both placed their orders.

"Man I hope the foods good as it sounds."

"Qrow have I ever lead you wrong?"

He sighed and Summer took that as her answer.

***Outside***

"Lenny it's a date can we go?"

"Sure I guess. Sorry it didn't work out."

Alvin sulked his shoulders and Lenny put his arm around him.

"Don't pout sour trout. Their are better fish out their and maybe you could mount a better mare."

"What the fuck."

"You try rhyming off the spot."

***Back inside***

After placing their orders Qrow and Summer started to hear a commotion.

"How long is it going to take for my lobster tails?!"

"My apologizes sir but it will be a little while longer."

"That's purposterous. We have been waiting for the last a half hour."

"I'll go check on your order."

Qrow and Summer winced as the poor waiter speed walked back to the kitchen.

"I see the people treat the staff nice."

"Let's hope they don't try and get him fired."

TSSS

AAAAHHHH

The duo turned to see a waitress on the floor and 2 woman covered in food.

After that they see a choir of chiefs and staff run out the kitchen and one of them running for the fire extinguisher and run back into the kitchen.

"I think we should go."

"Yeah I think we should."

The duo got up and quickly went for the door.

And they weren't the only ones. A horde of angry people walked for the door all the while the manager was asking people to go back to their seats and they will be compensated for their time. All to no avail.

The duo were now outside the restraunt

"Well that sucked."

"Not what I had planned."

"And we didn't even get our food."

"I know."

"Want a find a food truck."

Summer smiled.

"Lead the way and then we have to see the Atlas lights."

[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 38: Weezer - Part 3

Toto lurches forward, and unable to steady himself with his feet encased in dry ice, WEEZER keeps him from toppling face down onto the convention floor. Where the dry ice touches, frostbite raises blisters on his flesh, turning it blue, then black, then peels it away to reveal bright crimson underneath. 

He is still in better shape than Kilo.

“Fuck, fuck, no no no…! Kilo! KILO!” Moya calls out, and gets no response. He lies face down, his breath shallowly. Blood leaks out of the deep gashes in his chest and pools beneath him.

She crawls to his side, clutching her own wounded abdomen and shaking still from the symptoms of pneumonia. 

A voice screams bloody murder raises over the general moaning din of the convention floor. She pauses, startled by the sound, and spots someone writhing on the floor as his leg twists around the wrong way with audible, sickening cracks. Near him, a cut forms on a woman’s head, staining her auburn hair scarlet. Wounds appear on almost everyone in the centre, but some are minor, scratches and scrapes from childhood misadventures, nonetheless summoned out of the past by WEEZER.

“WEEZER is… a time-traveller…” Toto murmurs, a terrifying calm in his voice despite the damage inflicted on him, “It reaches into your soul, your memories… searching through your personal timeline for any moment of pain… Of suffering… Then it pulls it back into the present! Then it finds something else, and adds onto it… Carefully, methodically… until every horror you ever went through comes crashing down on you all at once! … Life ain’t nothing but suffering, right, Moya?”

She doesn’t answer, but scowls at him while trying to quell the shivers running down her spine. Toto goes on, still as calm as ever. He glances at Kilo, “Sometimes it don’t take that long. Looks like… he only needed one shot. But not you, huh, Moya?... You’re a lot tougher than your buddy… I hope you don’t think I’m mad…!” He gestures to the ice clinging to his body “Yeah, this hurts real bad, but that’s on me… My mistake was underestimating him. I should’ve remembered that you two was the ones that took down Tarantula… I wanted you to know that, maybe help you find a little peace… Before you died.”

Moya stands, struggling to get to her feet in a token gesture of defiance. She can hardly see straight, and WITCH MOUNTAIN’s appearance inspires no confidence, as it’s barely tangible. In the state she is in, she has no hope of matching WEEZER’s speed. Through bleary vision, she watches it wind it fist back. Under her breath, she mutters “Sorry, kid…” and winces as WEEZER brings its fist forward.

But before it connects, SATURN BARZ emerges, rising up from the ground and batting the enemy Stand’s arm away. Then, with the same momentum, it swings its other arm up and drives a crane strike into WEEZER’s face. 

“AAAAHHHH!!!!!” Toto cries, as the force of the attack transfers to him, knocking him down like a bowling pin. He groans, then begins screaming again as steam and the scent of frying meat emanates from the left side of his face. The skin bubbles and melts away, exposing his teeth. Tears stream from his eyes, but he clenches his jaw through the pain. WEEZER picks him and sets him upright again, to face his opponent. 

Kilo also stands, shakily, every inch of him drenched in blood from wounds that SATURN BARZ attempts to heal. However, as soon as the wounds close, the open right back up again, spilling forth more lifeblood. He attempts to take a step forward, and nearly collapses yet again.

“I wasth only…” Toto hisses, his speech almost illegible due to his brand new disfigurement, “Supphosed to khill the two of you! Brother Dusst… Wanted that Joesthar girl for himsthelf… But! Now I sthee… we can’t kheep takhing you lightly…! That’sth why…! THAT’STH WHY THIS WHOLE PLACE HASTH TO GO DOWN!! WEEZER!!!!!!!”

Toto’s Stand slams it palms onto the floor, and for a moment, nothing happens. Moya glances around the room, expecting some new horror to appear at any moment. And sure enough, it does, as the space begins to shake. Subtly at first, only enough to disturb the light fixtures in the ceiling. But before she even knows it, dust is falling from the ceilings and cracks are forming in the walls. 

“What have… you done…?!” She asks, catching Kilo when he loses his balance and fighting to keep her own balance.

“Earthquake…” Toto replies, and immediately, Moya understands, “Twenty yearsth agho, a 6.6 sscale earthquake hit Anaheim… desthroyed the bastheball sthadium… And the aftersthocksth reached all the way out here… thisth convention centrer now sthands…!”

A light fixture detaches from the ceiling and falls, nearly crushing someone. Cracks form in the glass windows. The pillars holding up the mezzanine balcony lurch dangerously. Moya, still shivering from her childhood fever and losing blood from the hole in her gut, puts Kilo down and begins moving towards Toto. 

“Moya, wait…!” he mutters, but she ignores him.

“Gotta do something,” she thinks, “Even if this place is made to withstand a quake, if it goes on too long, he’ll bring the whole place down on top of our heads…! I’m in bad shape, but so is he…! He can’t even move on his own right now, and…! His Stand is busy summoning this quake…! I can do it…! Just need to get close…!

An impact like a vehicle collision to her face stops her in her tracks. Blood shoots out of her nose like a water fountain and splashes on Toto’s shirt. He doesn’t seem to notice. Similar invisible impacts collide with her, all over her body.

“You’ve got to be kidding…!” she chokes, even in the throes of her trauma, “This is… Phantasma…!”

“Phantasthma…? Ohh, right… I remember now…” the Congregation assassin says, absentmindedly, “That’s what we here inna firsth place… So we can avenge da big lady… WEEZER startsth from most shevere to least when it pullsth out injuries… With the state you in, sturvive that beating a second time…”

Moya tries to guard instinctively, but it is pointless. The strikes hit her nonetheless, the invisible fists of her nemesis and mentor pummelling her over and over. “Is this it...? Is this how it ends for me...?” she thinks between beatings “Useless, unable to help those I swore to protect...? Again...? Am I going to let these people take everything from me again...?

“Shizuka... You defeated Phantasma... She was my responsibility, but... I couldn’t even put a scratch on her... in the end, all I could do was sit back and... let you take care of my problems... hell with that... TO HELL WITH THAT! I will not die like this...! Not without giving something back!”

Like a sputtering film image, WITCH MOUNTAIN appears. Moya roars, and her Stand’s long, oily hair flies wildly in all directions, sending its viscous dark fluid into the air. Around her, people groan in agony. Those conscious enough wail in terror as the ceiling above cracks and begins to collapse.

“What’sth that... You gonna try usthe your sanctemoniousth power on me?” Toto asks over the carnage, “Make me sthee da ‘error o’ my wayst’? Ya can forget it. It ain’t gonna work on me! It’s outta my handsth, Fate decided that this wasth to happen! I don’t have any guilt!!”

Moya ignores him. “It’s not like Phantasma…!” she thinks, “I still have my Stand! There’s still something I can do…! And since I can, I have to…!”

Out loud, she cries “KILO!”, just as the ceiling begins to collapse. Bleeding out, he still finds the strength to raise his head and his arms, extending SATURN BARZ hands to touch the black oil that flies over everything, covering the walls.

“Toto…!” Moya keeps thinking, falling to one knee, “You and Tarantula…! Dust, too! You’re all the same! You really don’t have any guilt! Because you pawn it off onto some higher power, Fate or God…! It’s too hard for you to be good, so you use them as excuses to keep being what you are! Well I’m not like that! No matter what happens, no matter how we’re hurt! I’m not like you guys! And neither… is he…!”

At that point, Moya loses consciousness, but Toto doesn’t notice. He is focused upward, staring at the blue sky exposed by the collapsing ceiling. “Not… possible…” he mutters, and yet it is. The ceiling has collapsed, but the rubble hangs suspended in mid-air, held up by glistening black columns. WITCH MOUNTAIN’s oil, solidified and shaped into a safety net, keeping the giant chunks of stone from crushing the helpless bystanders below.

“That’s from… when Tarantula first gave you a Stand…”

With a thumb, Kilo pushes the disc back into his head and glares at the enemy Stand user. “Now it’s my turn. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? Don’t bother answering…” he summons SATURN BARZ and flexes its talons, “Because I’m about to do worse!”

“Let’st see… who diesth firstt then... KILO STAPLESH!!!” 

[the-fiction-witch]

The Enchantress P2

REAL LIFE X MAGIC X MYTHICAL CREATURES X FANTASY COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SWEARING, SEXUAL SCENE'S, NUDITY 

It seemed honest like no time at all, even if I had grown a lot in the time between. and Yet I still had so much growing to do. Not two days after my father died I went to the factories and began begging on their doorsteps for work, anything at all Most of them had no interest in a begging boy. Until I reached a Fabric factory, I begged at the doorstep as I did with everyone he didn't seem convinced. But He took pity on me especially when he realized as I was less than half the age of the rest of his staff he could pay me less than half of everyone else and he agreed to give me a job. So I had been working every single day of my life from the crack of dawn to twilight, I couldn't afford the house so I simply moved into a room in that stone Temple so I could take better care of Y/n. I sighed finishing my work. the dust thick on my clothes and skin, the factory dark and dangerous. The noise began to slow as people shut there machines down, I stood powering down the machines and cleaning up where I had been working waiting for the whistle that we could all head home.

"Hey, Luke ya comin' down the pub tonight?" Alex yelled as he cleaned up his machine just beside my own,

"Maybe, that's if the Mrs lets me out" He laughed back to him

"Oh really come on Luke, Just get home lay her down on the table, fuck her pretty little pussy and say, I'm goin' out with the guys tonight babe and I'll fuck ya again when I get back" he laughed

"Sure Alex" luke laughed

"What about you tom? Ya coming out tonight?" he asked as he turned to me

"Sorry, I'm busy" I answered not really waiting to hold much of a conversation with him

"Ohh come on your not stayin' home with ya Mrs too?" He laughed

"Really? Tommy? Luke get real he's a rid" Luke laughed

"Good point, have your balls even dropped yet kid?" Alex laughed at me

"Yeah, very funny guys" I sighed concentrating on my work

"Your fairly lucky thomas," harry says from the other side of the machines

"How so?" I asked

"I've seen you" he laughs "I've seen you sneaking out into the woods. If you where any sort of man I'd tell you to be careful"

"what are you talking about?" I asked

"The Enchantress'" They all whispered

"The Enchantress' live in that woods. They Howl like wolves and Feed Like Vampires" Luke laughed

"They Prey on horny men desperate for the touch of a lady" Harry laughed

"They'll appear all beautiful and flash there pretty little tits at ya! Before ya know it she's ridin' on ya full cowgirl and as soon as ya cum she'll eat ya alive!" Alex laughed

"Don't worry thomas, They only eat after sex so as long as your balls haven't dropped they won't bother you" Luke laughed

"Come on guys Enchantress' are just a myth" I lied Just as the whistle went so I grabbed my bag and almost ran through the factory and through the little town. I tried my best to avoid people as I headed out into the woods the path thats been formed from me walking backwards and forwards every day for years. I saw the stone temple and I checked knowone was following me and I smiled a little. "Y/n?" I called but nothing "Y/n? where are you?" I asked walking up the stairs and opened the heavy wooden door "Y/n? Hello?" I called walking slowly through the rooms of the temple seeing my room, her room and all the other rooms but she wasn't there. I left again looking around the garden behind the temple "Y/n? Hello? Y/n!" I yelled looking around the garden at the hedges and flowers I was about to call her again.

But I saw her kneeled on the grass her head in the bush her little blue dress almost exposing her little butt. I blushed a little but snuck up and tickled her waist

"Aaaahhhh!" Nooooooo!" she giggled as I pulled her out as she kicked and laughed as she laid on the grass "Thomas stop!" she giggled

She laid on the grass on her back, her little blue dress hung off her like a robe, her hair cut short as she hated having it too long, her pretty Y/E/C eyes looking up at the sky open squeezing shut where I was tickling her, her little smooth legs trying to playfully kick me as I tickled her

"Okay okay, I'm sorry" I laugh stopping tickling her "Hi"

"Hi" she giggled

"were you hiding from me?" I asked

"Noooo" she whines "I was looking for bunsybun" she complains

"Where'd you lose him today?" I sighed

"Under the bushes," she says I went to move to look but she stopped me

"what?"

"I missed you" she smiled

"I missed you too" I blushed as she rested her forehead against my own rubbing her nose against mine I did it too giving her a little cuddle "Come on y/n lets go find Bunsybun," I told her getting up and helping her up too, we looked around the garden for a while till she found her little bunny plush so we sat on the steps cleaning it up

"Thomas?" she asks

"What is it y/n?" I asked her

"Practice?" she asks

"Okay" I smiled taking her Plush "Close your eyes" I laughed covering her eyes with my hand she did shut them so I got up and began looking for a place to hide her plush but I saw her eye open "Hey! No peaking thats cheating" I warn her she shut her eyes again so I hid her plush in one of the tall trees and went back sitting with her "Okay, go find him" I told her and she giggled jumping down the step her hands turning to her claws as she ran through the garden skulking a while till she found the tree I hid it in, she jumped up grabbing it with her fangs and running back to me "Good girl" I smiled fixing her hair for her

"Again?" she asks

"Alright" I laughed taking it from her "No peaking" I warn

I sat looking out across the woods looking at the smoke coming from the chimneys in town, the sky turning dark, the sound of the wind whistling through the high tree's as I sat on the cold stone, I heard steps behind me and I heard her sit with me.

"Hi thomas" she smiled

"Hi y/n" I smiled back she rested her head on my shoulder and I smiled a little moving my head so she had a little more space "You okay?" I asked

"Umm... It's quiet tonight" she says

"it is, to quiet" I warned her

"You always say that," she smiled "Thomas... what are you scared off? thats out there?"

"People" I sighed

"People?" she asks

"Every day they get closer, close to finding this place, I don't know what'll happen if someone finds you," I told her

"You'll look after me" she smiled moving so her forehead was on mine

"what if I'm not here?" I asked her "Or... I can't protect you?"

"Then I'll protect you," she says rubbing my nose with her own

"Y/n, We just need to be careful," I told her

"I know, but I feel safe with you" she smiled resting on my shoulder again

"I feel safe with you too y/n" I smiled wrapping an arm around her

"Thomas can I ask you something?" she asks

"Sure Y/n" I smiled

"Can I ask a favour?" she asks

"Aww, of course, anything you want"

"Can I hunt?" she asks

"Y/n" I sighed holding her hands "You know you can't go hunting"

"but thomas" she whines

"Y/n I know you're hungry, I know you want to go out and hunt like your mother but your not old enough to hunt yet" I explain to her

"Please thomas, I want to hunt" she begs

"Look I'll let you hunt. On your next birthday," I told her

"You Promise?" she asks

"Of course I promise y/n" I smiled

"Okay, Come on bedtime" she smiled

"A little longer, you get to bed. I'll stay up in case something happens"

"Come to bed thomas," she says

"I'm not tired," I tell her

"Did  ask if you were tired?" she asks

"No" I laughed

"what did I say?" she asks

"Bedtime" I smiled

"Alright come on then sleepy time," she giggled tugging my hand pulling me back to my room.

I sat looking out at the rain from my window, The ash from the town grows higher everyday, the woods shink every week and my fear grew worse that someone would find us here. The rain battered everything for miles, the green of the woods turned a murky grey by the dark sky and the mud. The garden began to fade and inside me grew a fear that I was struggling to repress. My age. The unstoppable force of my own ageing was being to worry me, as did hers. soon enough she would be hunting and I don't know if after that she will need me to protect her. Soon she will change and become like her mother, a seductive man-killing monster, and soon I was to be a man. I was unsure how much longer I could stay here with her. I didn't want to leave her, But if I didn't would I be forever looking over my shoulder for fear of her Enchanting spells to purely turn me into one of her victims if I wouldn't be the first.  I heard my door and I turned to see y/n in her usual blue dress she looked like she had been crying,"what's wrong?"

"I can't sleep" she answered "I wanted to talk to you about something"

"yeah... I did too" I told her "You first" I insisted as she sat on the window ledge the other side of me

"Your mother? what was she like?" she asks

"I don't know... I Never knew her" I admit "what about you? What was your mother like?"

"I don't know" she sighed "she was away a lot, getting food for me. working and such"

"I knew your mother" I smiled

"what was she like?"

"she was sweet, always kind to me, and she was very beautiful," I told her

"she sounds nice... I hate to say it But I don't remember much about her, Most of my time with her was her teaching me from books" she explained

"what do you remember about her?" I asked

"I remember her spells, I remember her work. She always used to say the purpose of a Moon daughter was to raise a daughter of her own, Thats all we know. she used to teach me all the little tricks she had for pretty boys," she laughed "I never knew my father, she ate him"

"at least you have that"

"What happened to your mother?" she asks

"She died... It's a long story" I sighed she smiled moving closer and looking at me hugging her bunny

"So Tell it"

"My mother... was In a way kinda like yours, she was a whore. She used to sell her body on street corners for change in mens pockets they would use her and throw her aside. One night a man came to visit her, and the next thing she knew she was pregnant, She never saw him again. So she married someone before she began to show he was horrible to her but she had little choice when I was born. It ripped her apart she couldn't survive, so My stepfather looked after me he wasn't very nice to me but in a way I cared about him, he was the only family I've ever known" I explained "And then... I met your mother, she was sweet to me but, she killed my stepdad and he stabbed her." I explained "I followed her here, and I killed her... she asked me too, I'm sorry y/n"

"I know Thomas, I know you killed her. I don't blame you" she says holding my hand "She went peacefully,  having killed her last prey. She was happy rather than being in pain" she explained

"I promised her I'd take care of you... But y/n Now I need to do something"

"what is it?" she asks

"I have to leave you."

"why? I'm almost old enough to hunt" she asks

"and thats why I have to leave. Because if you're old enough to hunt... I'm old enough to be hunted"

"But I wouldn't hunt you thomas" she reassured

"I know you wouldn't, not intentionally but... what if I get caught in a spell, what if by accident it happens. what will do you?"

"Thomas I-"

"what will you do y/n? Kill me? Eat me? Or watch me suffer?"

"Do you have to go?" she asks

"I do, Until your old enough to fully control your Enchantment," I told her

"You promise you'll come back?" "I promise" I smiled resting my forehead on hers.

[animezing-fandoms]

Love on the Road

Nalu Week Day One: On The Road

A/N: Hey guys! So I heard it was nalu week! I’m still a bit new to writing for them and I didn’t know this was a week for them but I thought it would be fun to write some drabbles for them based on the prompts! So please enjoy this quick little story about Natsu and Lucy’s first kiss on the road.

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Lucy groaned again as she trudged along behind Natsu and Happy. 

“Guys my feet are killing me.” Lucy whines. “When are we gonna stop?” 

“Yeah Natsu, when are we gonna stop?” Happy asks. “The sun is setting. It’s going to get dark soon. We should find somewhere to camp for the night. Preferably nearby a stream where I can catch some fishies!” 

Happy closed his eyes and drooled at the thought of eating his delicious raw fish. 

Natsu flashed his signature grin at his friend and laughed. 

“Sure thing buddy! We’ll keep walking until we find one!” Natsu promises. 

“No! I don’t think I can make it that far-ow!” Lucy yelped and tripped on her feet.

“Lucy-” 

Natsu turned around to see what was wrong then his eyes widened and he gasped as Lucy fell on top of him, both of them falling onto the road. 

“Hey are you guys okay-” 

Happy gasped when he saw what had happened to his friends. Lucy had fallen on top of Natsu, and her mouth...was on top of his. 

Lucy and Natsu stayed perfectly still from the shock. Both of them were still trying to process what they just did. Happy slowly floated down to the ground and stood in front of them. His mouth still hanging on the ground. 

Their lips pulled apart with a light smack as Lucy pulled back. 

Natsu stared up at her, her light skin reflected the sunlight, and so did her hair. She looked so beautiful. He was lost in her eyes. That was, until he caught a whiff of something that made him concerned. 

“Whoa Lucy are you okay?” Natsu asks her and sits up. 

Lucy blushed and sat up too, pulling away from him, lest they kiss again.

“Uh...” She says, confused. 

“I smell blood coming from your shoes what happened?” He asks seriously. 

“Oh!” Lucy says, remembering why she had fallen in the first place. 

“We were walking so long that I got blisters on my feet and one of them popped. It’s no big deal.” Lucy says quickly, her mind still frazzled from what just happened. 

“Well do you think you can walk?” Natsu asks. 

“Yeah I can.” Lucy assures him. “But it’ll hurt.” 

“Well then I’ll carry you.” Natsu says cheerfully. 

Before Lucy could stop him, Natsu had her scooped up in his arms, carrying her bridal style. Her face was bright red now and she refused to look Natsu in the eye. Happy was still in shock. 

“Hey look, there’s a stream over there in that little grove of trees!” Natsu points out. “That seems like a good place to set up camp. Happy can catch his fish and then you can soak your feet.” 

“Well...that sounds nice.” Lucy says, her voice still shaky. 

“Alright then let’s go! Come on Happy, stop standing there acting all weird.” Natsu tells him as he turns and walks towards the stream with Lucy in his arms. 

“Wow...he really is dumb.” Happy says after shaking himself out of his stupor and flying after them.

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“This looks like a good spot.” Natsu says and sets Lucy down on the grass by the water’s edge. 

Lucy winced as she pulled off her boots. Her feet had blood and blisters on them and she grimaced as she dipped them into the cool water of the stream. 

“Is it okay?” Natsu asks. 

“Yeah. The water’s fine. It would be better if it was warmer but we just have to make do-” 

Before she could even finish her sentence Natsu stuck his fist into the water and steam began to rise from it. 

“How’s that?” He asks her. 

“A lot better.” Lucy says softly, avoiding his gaze. 

“Hey be careful over there! You’re gonna boil the fishies!” Happy yells at them from downstream.

“What are you complaining about?” Natsu yells back. “This way they’ll already be cooked for you!” 

“You know I like them raw!” Happy yells back. 

Natsu scoffed and turned away from Happy, abandoning the argument. Then he realized Lucy was being unusually quiet.

“Hey Lucy, you’ve been acting weird since you fell on me. Are you okay?” Natsu asks, his tone laced with concern. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” She says, still looking away from him. 

Natsu frowned, trying to think of what could have made Lucy act so shy all of a sudden and then he realized. 

“It’s about the kiss isn’t it.” Natsu says. 

The sharp intake of breath from Lucy, confirmed it for him. 

“You’re mad at me aren’t you.” Natsu says. 

She didn’t answer, she just played with a blade of grass while deep in thought. 

“Well you really shouldn’t be. It was your fault after all. You’re the one who decided to fall on me and put your mouth on mine.” Natsu blames her. 

“I’m not mad at you.” Lucy says curtly. “I’m just mad at my horrible luck when it comes to romance.” 

“What are you talking about? You thought that kiss was romantic?” Natsu scoffs in disbelief.

“No, not at all and that’s the problem.” Lucy explains. “I always had the perfect idea in my head of what I wanted my first kiss to be like. I wanted it to be with someone I was close with, so honestly I’m not even upset that it was with you.” 

Natsu had been indifferent to what Lucy was saying before but now he picked his head up and was looking at her with rapt attention. Lucy wasn’t upset that he was her first kiss. That was stirring something inside of him, making his heart pound, and it only got louder as she continued. 

“But I wanted it to happen under different circumstances and not by accident. I wanted it to be somewhere at dusk, with a few stars just starting to twinkle in the sky.” Lucy says. 

Natsu looked around, realizing it was dusk right now and he could faintly see a few stars in the sky. 

“Somewhere nice and quiet in nature where it’s just the two of us.” 

They were in nature, and Happy was far enough away that they were technically alone. 

“Maybe a few fireflies flying around for some romantic mood lighting.” 

As if on cue a bunch of fireflies appeared around them. 

“But as the sun sets it would be starting to get cold out, so he’d put his arms around me to keep me warm....”

She trailed off as she felt Natsu wrap his arms around her and pull her close. She turned to look up at him and stared into his eyes. 

“Then I’d look into their eyes, and in that moment, I’d know that I’ve fallen in love with my best friend.” 

Tears of joy started to form in both of their eyes. 

“Then what?” Natsu asks softly. 

Lucy smiles. 

“Then we’d kiss.” She says. 

Natsu gently cradles her cheek in his hand and looks at her soft, pink lips. He leaned in and so did she until they closed their eyes and their lips met in a gentle kiss. 

When they pulled apart Natsu smiled at her. 

“How was that for a re-do?” He asks her. 

“Better.” She says, blushing. “But...I think you could still use a little practice.” 

“Alright then I’ll just have to keep kissing you until I get it right.” He says and leans in again and kisses her. 

“Hey guys I caught some-AAAAHHH!” Happy screams when he sees them making out. 

“AAAAHHHH!” They both scream at him and jump apart. 

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When they finally got back to the guild, none of their friends cared about the mission. They just wanted to know why Natsu and Lucy were acting so weird and blushing around each other so much. 

Knowing what a chatterbox Happy was, everyone in the guild hounded him for answers. But taking this as an opportunity to tease everyone he swore he wouldn’t tell. All he’d say was: 

“It was just a little something that happened on the road.” 

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please give me feedback if you liked it!

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Keep Your Eyes On Me Part 4

Aaaahhhh, I’m leaving for vacation tomorrow morning but I COULD NOT LEAVE BEFORE I GAVE YOU PART 4. I’m not cruel. because I’ll be on vaca for a week and will be with family and cant take my laptop. So in case you missed it, here’s Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and now Part 4. WHERE THE ANGST STARTS. Enjoy. Thank you to @waiting4inspiration for hosting this 2k follower challenge, they’re amazing and their viking works have SO INSPIRED MY OWN. 

Part 4

You didn’t leave your house for a couple of days after that and your life became- sex, eating, sleeping, bathing and caring for Dyre. And you were so happy to have your life so simple for a while before you remembered that you would still probably have to leave him, you hadn’t broken any cardinal rules that were grounds for expulsion yet. You doubted he’d want to leave his world behind for yours. And you weren’t sure you were willing to give up your old life for his, even as great as it was because you knew, in this time, things changed with the wind and that your future here would still be just as uncertain. But then the truth that...he didn’t really love you, started to sting. He loved Astrid, with the long blonde hair and super fair looks and the mother to “his” child. Not Zara, the time traveling, shape shifting, power wielding, super soldier, dragoner assassin. It would break both of your hearts when you would be called back and you had always answered the call. But you couldn’t resist this indulgence. You couldn’t resist him because each kiss was like a drug and you were an addict needing a constant fix. 

You went with him as he made his rounds around Kettegat, because Bjorn refused to let you out of his sight, both of you grinning like idiots and sharing more than your fair share of kisses and touches and loving looks. Bjorn’s sister adored you and praised how handsome of a son you gave her brother.

And you didn’t escape Ivar the Boneless’ notice. He looked at Bjorn with barely concealed envy and looked at you with jealousy. He looked at Dyre and something stirred in him. When he looked at Dyre- he felt that that was what his son was supposed to look like and felt even more jealousy and outrage because life was never fair.  

Freydis had refused to leave his house and had done nothing but demand where her baby was and he couldn’t bring himself to tell her what he had done. He was still in a crossroads between denial and pure rage that his son was born a monster in his eyes. And to see both of you so happy together as a family, a perfect one in his opinion, made him angry and insanely jealous because that’s what he was supposed to have. He was a god after all. It was owed to him. 

You were at home making dinner together, barely able to complete the task because you couldn’t keep your hands off or mouths off of each other because you’d be leaving in only three days which meant you’d have three more days of wedded bliss before there was a knock on the door. 

“Yes?” Bjorn asked as he opened the door to see Ivar’s men. 

“You are summoned to the king’s hall for dinner. You and your family.” They informed him and Bjorn had the worst sinking feeling as did you but he had to accept. 

“Of course, allow us to get ready. A few moments please.” Bjorn requested before he shut the door.  

“Why do I feel like this is a trap?” Bjorn whispered as you both got dressed in some of your finer clothes while you got Dyre dressed in his nice clothes too. 

“Because it is, we were supposed to be gone by now, we’ve stayed too late and they’ve noticed me. Bjorn whatever happens, do not reveal that I’m a Valkyrie, if you do, I don’t know what will happen and I’m scared they’ll hurt you or you and Dyre or even your sister and her family to get whatever they imagine I have. Here, wear this. If anything bad happens, you press this to your chest and dragon armor will emerge from this and cover and protect you. Dyre is already wearing one too. Press it and a cocoon will wrap around him and it will save him from everything they could ever throw at him. Don’t worry about me, I’m not going into the lion’s den without teeth of my own.” You whispered as you put a dragon scale necklace around his neck and pointed out the one that Dyre had on his own necklace as you geared up in your own armor and hit a button so that it and your dragon toothed weapons turned invisible over your clothes. 

“For now, stick to the story we’ve told everyone else and just...follow my lead and if we live through dinner. We’re leaving as soon as humanly possible.” You hissed. 

“Agreed.” Bjorn nodded as he picked up Dyre and took your hand and squeezed it tightly before he left his house, you putting a special code so that the house would appear normal for anyone who looked inside just in case Ivar's men decided to snoop. 

You both did your best to appear as much as ease as possible but Ivar could sense the tension radiating off of both of you and now when he looked at you, he wondered that if he made a child with you, if it would still turn out like him. Or perhaps you would give him a son just like Dyre which is what he really wanted. 

“So, where are you from Astrid? Your clothes are very unusual.” Ivar asked as you sat down to dinner as Freydis looked you over curiously. 

“From down south, it’s on the map Bjorn has shown you.” You answered with as much composure you could muster. 

“Come here, show me.” Ivar demanded and gestured for you to come to him before he seemed to pull his copy of the map out and put it on the table next to him which you did which your contacts showed you where you should put the mark that matched up with Bjorn’s raiding tour. 

“What is this cloth that you wear?” Ivar asked as he reached out and felt the fabric of your dress after he pet his hand down your side. 

“Cashmere, it’s grown off of special goats the way wool grows off of sheep, if you like it my Lord, I can make you garment out of some, I have extra fabric I brought from home.” You offered with a charming smile. 

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” Ivar grinned smugly. 

“No trouble at all, it would be an honor to make a garment for my king and god.” You smiled, you had to play into his ego. “Just tell me what colors would please you best my lord.” You proposed. 

“He likes black.” Freydis said from the other end of the table, hating the way her husband was looking at you and touching you as jealous bile rose in her own throat, he was looking to replace her. 

“And you my Lady? I have enough I can make something for you as well. How could I not do for the queen of Kettegat what I would do for it’s king?” You returned. 

“If you would permit me to leave your side so that your wife can feel the fabric of my dress?” You proposed to Ivar who nodded but that didn’t stop him from moving his hand to your ass and giving it a squeeze through the fabric which both terrified you and filled you with rage but you couldn’t take his hand off for it. Bjorn was also feeling the same emotions you were as you heard each other both tell each other and yourselves ‘don’t react, don’t react, just ignore it.’ But Bjorn had to bite his lips from smiling when he saw your imagination give you a short fantasy of killing Ivar where he sat as you walked over to Freydis. 

‘You saw that right?’ You mouthed to her which she smiled apologetically at you. ‘What do I do?’ You mouthed next before she put you in front of her to feel the fabric of your dress and look at the details, the nature of your cloaking device meant she could put her hands through what was cloaked to feel the fabrics of what was wrapped around your waist. 

‘Nothing, don’t worry’ she mouthed before she smiled reassuringly at you which made you smile in relief before you both discussed the dress and what details she would want. 

“Well since you’ll be busy doing these favors for us Astrid and since you Bjorn will be going on an expedition to start a new outpost that will surely grow into a colony in the south east and that can be so treacherous and dangerous for such a beautiful woman as Astrid is and with as precious Dyre is, I absolutely insist that you leave Astrid and Dyre here with us while you do so and you can come back for them when the trading outpost is set up and stable along with the outposts first tribute to me. I can assure you no harm will come to either of them until you return. Surely you can not expect Astrid to survive in the wilderness with a newborn, it would spell death for both of them. And they are so precious after all.” Ivar suggested to Bjorn who clutched Dyre to his chest as possessiveness swirled in his chest as he considered if he could face off against Ivar in one on one combat while also trying to find a way to use words to keep that from happening to begin with. You just had to survive the next three days. Three days and you’d all be out of here. 

“My Lord, surely you must understand that I know my wife well, I know she is up to the task.” Bjorn very carefully tried to argue. 

“She may be but you can not trust the men in your party to keep their hands off of her and you need them to do what they do in order to set up a functioning outpost. She does not look like she is quite strong enough to defend herself - especially if she is outnumbered so  because I am King and god here, I can guarantee you that once I give the word, no one would ever dare harm a hair on her head or your son if she is in my house. I am the only one who can offer this protection and because we are such good friends and you have been so faithful to me all this time. I must offer this and you must accept.” Ivar insisted and you knew there would be no other way. You could protect yourself. You could even protect Dyre. But in order to protect Bjorn, he had to agree to this but your link with him you knew he was thinking of a thousand and one excuses and was ready to fight his way out of this. You knew none of you would make it so you had to say something, do something.  

“Of course my Lord. I count myself very lucky to have found favor in your eyes. I thank you a thousand times over for the honor of your protection and I pray my husband will take full advantage of this offer from you, surely because he will not have to worry about me as long as I am in your care, his burden is lightened and he will be able to carry out your will better without the restrictions of my company may have.” You offered as you quickly walked back over to Ivar and kneeled and bowed your head and squeezed your eyes as tight as you could as you fought tears. 

“Thank you my Lord.” You offered as the tears came to your eyes anyway as he offered you his hand and you took it and kissed his knuckles firmly. 

“Excellent, you should go home and pack, in order to protect you best, you must move here with me as soon as possible.” 

“Yes, I will be here tomorrow my Lord.” You answered. “Permit me to go home and pack then.” You pleaded before he gestured for you to leave. 

“I will see you tomorrow as well my queen.” You bid her as you shared a meaningful look, both of you knowing exactly what was happening next. 

Once you were gone Freydis glared at Ivar before she got up and went to bed before she said something that was liable to get her face slapped or her throat choked. 

Once back at home you took Dyre back from Bjorn who was furious with you. 

“If you need to hit something, hit that.” you pointed to the pillows on the bed as you sat in a chair and closed the ‘curtain’ between your tent and his house so that it closed your tent off and sound proofed the space before Bjorn punched the shit out of the pillows on your now shared bed before he picked one up and screamed into it as you started crying while you nursed Dyre. 

“Why did you agree?!” Bjorn demanded with hot tears in his eyes as he threw the pillow down onto the bed and turned to face you.  

“Because it was the only way we all live through this. I can’t chance Ivar killing you over me. If he abandoned him in a forest, he’s not above killing whoever he sees as a threat or in the way of what he wants and he wants me, he wants me to bear him a son, a perfect one. I’ll try to hold off his advances as long as I can until you are safe and so far away that he can’t reach you. You know your path Bjorn, walk in it. Once you do and you’re safe, I’ll find a way to fake my death or do whatever I have to do to get the hell out of here and I will come to you. But you have to take your sister and her family with you. Because otherwise Ivar might kill them out of spite or revenge or sacrifice them.” You implored. 

“But leaving you behind is like taking my heart out of my chest and expecting me to live without it. I can’t leave you I love you!” Bjorn said as he slammed his fists down on the arm rests of the chair you were sitting in before he grabbed them so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“You love me? You don’t even know me Bjorn!” You sobbed as you hung your head. 

“Bjorn, I’ve told you half truths since the moment I met you. I needed to earn your trust as fast as possible. You named me Astrid. That’s not even my real name!” You argued. “This isn’t even my real face or my real hair and I don’t even speak the language you do.” You revealed as you pulled the hairband off your head and revealed your sapphire blue hair before you revealed the universal translator before you peeled off your face mask and revealed yourself to him as he stood up and stared at you in a mix of surprise and horror. 

“My name is Zara Fallulah, I’m not even a Valkyrie. I’m a High Lady of Sephira, who is a being who is out to fix all of history’s mistakes and build the perfect future by fixing the past. I’m one of thousands and I’m not from Asgard, I’m from here, I’m just from the here in the future, three thousand years in the future. I haven’t even been born yet. I’m sorry but you fell in love with a lie. But that didn’t stop me from falling in love with you. And I love you too much to let anything happen to you or your family who has no business getting caught up in this and so in order to fulfill my assignment which was to deliver you to your destiny and my own desire to simply have you keep living and be as safe as I can make you- I will stay here until you do. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself and I can take care of Dyre. But even I have limitations. In order to deliver you from an early death at Ivar’s hands, you have to leave me here. Getting Dyre home won’t be an issue but I can’t be with you as long as Ivar lives because if he’s not after you- he’s after your family and that’s too high of a price for my own freedom. So go, take your sister and her family. Get everyone out of here as quickly as you can and get as far away from here that you can and out of Ivar’s reach. I know you’re furious with me. I’m furious with myself because I’ve never had soft spots before but you are my soft spot and Ivar is squeezing it.” You cried. “So because this is my last night here as you wife. Let’s make the most of it.” You suggested just as Dyre fell asleep before Bjorn took him and put him in his bassinette as you stood up then he all out attacked your mouth with his and kissed you so fiercely it hurt but it hurt so good. 

He almost ripped your clothes apart ripping them off of you and practically threw you onto the bed before he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and groped you roughly with the other as he entered you roughly, making your body writhe under him while your eyes pleaded with him as you could feel your milk leaking from your nipples and dripped down your ribcage which Bjorn licked up before he bit your breast in retaliation before he fisted his hand in your hair. 

“No more lies, when I ask you something, you’ll tell me the whole truth.” He growled as you nodded in agreement. 

“Why is your hair blue?” Bjorn demanded as he laid over you and caged you in with his body as his hips started up a rough and hard rhythm. 

“It’s a sign of respect towards Sephira, her hair is naturally blue, most of the Ladies in the order color their hair blue in solidarity, my hair is naturally brown in color.” You answered. 

“Why did you hide yourself from me?” He demanded next as you grabbed your face and squeezed your jaw firmly. 

“The mask helps change our appearance so that we’re more visually pleasing to our marks. You’re Norse, you believe fair skin and blonde hair are the ultimate standards of beauty. You expect Odin and his family to be the same way and you expect a Valkyrie to also be that way. It’s how we get you to like us and trust us as quickly as you do, by telling you were part of the same supernatural belief system you believe in, Valkyrie, Angel, same thing- humans are always drawn to the epitome of what they consider beautiful.” You answered with a pained expression. 

“Are you really a dragoner?” He asked. 

“Yes, that part is true, we mix the truth in with the lies so you’ll believe the whole as truth. My parents names are Ziri and Izik, my sister’s name is Sasha, my brothers' names are Ryker and Ryzen, they’re twins. We are nobility and have an estate outside the capitol where we house over 300 dragons. We supply Sephira and her order with all the dragon silk and dragon wool they wants along with supplying her and the order with all their dragons, she recruited me to be a Lady of hers when I was 15. I have been one of her best students so far and I know over 100 fighting disciplines. Which means I can do this.” You answered as you used close quarters combat to get out of his hold and flip him onto his back but still remained joined. “I am never a victim. Part of my training is to let dangerous people feel they have the upper hand and use it to emotionally manipulate them into doing what I want.” You revealed as you continued to ride him. 

“Is that what you’ve done to me? Just emotionally manipulated me? You don’t really love me either do you?” Bjorn sneered but still pushed his pelvis up into yours. 

“I did in the beginning. But the moment we came back to regroup with the others I’ve done it less and less and yes I do really love you. I have been doing this for decades, I have saved millions of lives but I have also killed thousands of people. And yet you, I can’t...I can’t explain why I love you, nor can I deny it. Because you’re the only one who has been allowed to play inside my head and see my memories of my childhood, of my family. No other has ever had the privilege and when you leave me here, the link will still be just as strong as it is now and it’s how I’m going to constantly tell you that I love and that I’m ok and that our son is ok. I’m already breaking my code for you which is something I have never done before. You’re not supposed to have dragon armor, it’s forbidden for me to share it with anyone but my family and the order. But here you have it. You’re not supposed to know about Neveah, let alone be able to see it, yet you have through my own mind's eye. I’m not even supposed to have sex with you but we can’t stop that either and I shouldn’t be able to concieve because of all the powers Sephira has given me is supposed to take away my own fertility but yet, I’m carrying your child and that’s not supposed to happen, ever.” You informed him as you let him sit up as he stared at you in awed wonder, his anger melting in an instant and then carefully put his hand to your belly. 

“You’re pregnant...with my…?” He asked as his heart seemed to come back together again.

“Yes and even if Sephira unravels me, she can’t unravel you or our son, or this. So I’m yours, if you still want me.” You offered. 

“Hell yeah,” He agreed as he wrapped you in his embrace and kissed you earnestly before he flipped yogo, go to your path and walk in it so I can hurry up and finish this mission and even if Ivar u back over so you were under him once more. 

“So decides to light this world on fire- I’ll get your sister and her family somewhere safe and take you to Neveah with me if I have to and Sephira will have to just deal with me retiring early. I can’t really work pregnant anyway.” You revealed. “If you want to go to Neveah that is.” you added. 

“We’ll see what happens.” Bjorn decided. 

“Ok.” You agreed before he kissed you much sweeter as he made love to you as sweetly as he could, savoring your taste and rememorizing you all over again. You both clung to each other for dear life and made love so many times you lost count before you both collapsed. 

When you woke up, you methodically went through everything you had and gave him half of it including half of your dragon toothed knives and swords, which was another cardinal rule you were breaking. But you wanted him to be as taken care of as possible even if you couldn't do so personally. You made love one last time before Ivar's men came for you and you put your disguise back on. You took your tent down and his house returned to its original form. You left with Ivar's men to Ivar's house and Bjorn could do nothing but hang his head in defeat and cry as he looked around and realized, this house stopped being home a long time ago. All he could see was its flaws and it felt cold and dark and just…wrong. It was all wrong because you weren’t in it with him.  

Moving into Ivar's house was easier than it should have been, he gave you a room right next to his room that he shared with Freydis, but you felt the hostility rolling off of Freydis. But it wasn’t directed at you. It was at Ivar. She couldn't fault you for giving into the pressure her husband put on you. She just wished her husband had loved his own son as much as he seemed to love yours. Now that you were here Ivar seemed infatuated with your son and had him in his arms whenever possible as he cooed to him which freed you up to actually sew the garments you promised as you kept looking up and over at them every so often and smiling softly at the scene. 

In record time Bjorn got everyone and everything together doing so in two and you all met back up at the docks as the boats were being loaded. But Ivar frowned when he saw Bjorn's sister and her family going down the docks to be loaded.

"Bjorn, this was not what was agreed upon, your sister and her family are not on the list." Ivar began to argue before you went to Ivar's side. 

"What would it take my Lord for you to let them go? What price might I pay for them to be free to go?" You asked in a hushed voice as you looked imploringly at him before he looked back at you with a wolfish grin. 

"What are you offering?" He asked curiously. 

"I will divorce my husband here and now and you can have me as a second wife or thrall or slave or whatever you would want, provided that no harm will ever come to Dyre, Bjorn or his family. I'm in my conceive period, if a son just as fair as Dyre is what you want by me, I can give you that. By the time I give birth Bjorn will be too far away to do anything and by the time he hears that I bore you a child, he will never return to claim me because there will be nothing to claim because I will be joined to you until death itself would pull me apart from you but he will still deliver you tribute. I will trade you my own life and freedom and all the children you would want from me if you'll let Bjorn's sister and her family go and swear that you or any of those who are with you will ever harm them." You swore as Ivar grinned triumphantly. 

"Go, tell him now." Ivar bid you before you nodded and walked down the plank, mentally warned Bjorn who sighed in defeat as he looked at you, his eyes still pleading with you not to do this. 

But you had no choice. This was the only way. 

“Bjorn...I...I am divorcing you.” You managed to say, ignoring his sister who looked at you vehemently while everyone’s jaws dropped to the floor. 

“I’m leaving you for Ivar. And only death will separate me from him.” You announced. 

“May you have fair winds and find success on your travels.” You bid him before you let him say goodbye to his son before you said your goodbyes, mentally swearing that you were going to fake your death as soon as possible and that hopefully when he finally came to where he was supposed to be that you would meet him there which he agreed on and accepted it before you walked back to Ivar. 

“Satisfied?” You asked once you returned to his side. 

“For now,” Ivar agreed before you turned around from the docks and accompanied Ivar back to his home.

[marvel-lously]

The Dark Secrets I Know (pt.3)

Words: 1700

Content: angst

Warnings: language, description of wounds 

A/N: Hello you guys, after quite a long hiatus I am finally back. Sorry ‘cause it took me so long to write the third part, but I just didn’t feel like anybody is interested in my writing anymore. Anyways here it is, I hope you enjoy :)

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Previous parts: pt.1, pt.2 

Next part: pt.4

You could feel the silent drops of rain, streaming down your face, small droplets already caught in your eyelashes. You were yet unable to recognize the setting. You started walking, not really knowing where you're headed. You started looking around, there was nothing but turf around you, for miles and miles, the greenery seemed to be the only thing man could see. You felt your heartbeat fasten and a lump forming in your throat. What is this place? How do you get out of there?

You started running. You ran and ran and ran and it wasn't helping you one bit. You were out of breath and tears were now mixing with raindrops on your cheeks, making your hair stick unpleasantly to your face.

You sat down, desperate, hopeless and defeated. You cried for what seemed to be hours now. Then you heard singing, it was muffled by the now rapidly falling rain, but it was a sound of singing nonetheless. You stood up weakly, not entirely trusting your senses anymore, but the more you walked, the louder the music got.

You stopped suddenly. You came in sight of what seemed to be a funeral, but something was off. The music you heard wasn't funeral music, it was worse it was so much worse. There was a little girl standing on the very grave itself and she was the only one singing, everybody else was just emptily staring to the ground.

»Tili Tili bom, ty slyishish, kto-to ryadom? Pritailsya za uglom I pronzaet vzglyadom.« (Tili tili bom, can you hear him closing in? Lurking around the corner, staring right at you.) The girl sang.

You just stared at her. Her appearance was mutilated. Half of her face was bruised, her lower lip brutally cut in half, scarlet blood staining her teeth, her once glowing, dark skin was now the colour of the ashes and her plaits, half undone, were slightly covering her eyes.

Then all of the sudden, she looked straight into your eyes.

You had never felt such panic and fear washing through your body, shaking the very core of your spine. You started trembling, not from the cold, but from how scared you felt under her gaze. You didn't understand why were you so scared, this girl did nothing but look at you and sang, yet the way she looked and the way she stood on the grave, unmoving, like a porcelain doll on the bookshelf, was so unnerving to you.

»Tili Tili bom, vse skroet noch nemaya, za toboy kradetsya on I vot-vot poymaet.« (Tili tili bom, the silent night hides everything, he sneaks up behind you and he is going to get you.) Her high pitched voice cut through your ears once again, her eyes not once leaving yours.

»On idet. On uzhe. Blisko.« (He walks. He is coming. Closer.)

At the last word, you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You screamed in fear. When you saw who was behind you, you nearly fainted. It was him.

»Like the scenery?« he asked, his voice laced with poison.

He bowed his head to your ear. »You should, it's your funeral.«

The girl screeched. That was the last thing you heard, then you woke up.

  AVENGERS' CONFERENCE ROOM

»No, Tony, no. I don't want to see her anywhere near me, that girl is mental.« Clint yelled.

»Wow, wow, wow, let's all just calm down.« Sam tried to reassuringly squeeze Clint's arm.

»Calm down? Calm down?!! Don't tell me to calm down, while Ton brings a fucking terrorist to our tower.« Clint's face was getting more red by the second.

»She. Is. Not. A terrorist!« Tony yelled back.

»Oh please Tony! I thought you were smarter than this. Just because she says she isn't one doesn't mean that's the truth. What, I mean are you going to believe her word over the council's?« Clint continued to argue.

»Goddamn it Clint! Yes, yes I will! And do you know why I will?« Tony was clearly frustrated with Clint.

»Oh, do enlighten me, please!«

»Because she tried to warn them Clint, she tried to warn the government and they didn't listen! And they never do! And of all people our team should be the one to know this best. They never listen, convinced that they hold all the strings in their hands and when somebody says otherwise, they shut them down. However when something bad does happen, they don't take the blame. They find an innocent man and put the blame on that man, meanwhile continuing to blind themselves from what is really happening around the world and to overhear every single warning. That's why I believe her Clint and you should know better. WE should know better.« Tony took a long sip from his glass of bourbon.

Silence overtook the room and nobody dared to break it.

»Well I believe her too! I mean damn it Clint, you should see it man, this girl is... something else, this girl is brilliant. She's able to tell your entire life story from having one look at you. I witnessed her do it and even though I was sceptical at first Tony ran a search on the guy she analyzed and guess what, she was right. She took one look at that man and was able to read him like a book, not missing one detail about him. I'm telling you Clint, if someone can help us, than this is her.« Sam was the one to break the silence after a while.

»Okay! Fine! She stays, but I am telling you, one incident and I will personally escort her back to the hellhole she crawled out of.« Clint said, then walked out of the room.

»By the way, has anyone seen our girl today?« Nat asked.

All she got was some shrugs and no's.

»FRIDAY where's Y/N?« she asked the AI.

»Miss Y/L appears to be in the kitchen Miss Romanoff.« the AI answered.

  »Is everything alright?« Nat's worried voice startled you.

»I am well, thank you for asking.« you said, shifting uncomfortably in your seat by the kitchen counter.

»Are you sure? You look a little worn out.« she probed.

»I just had some troubles sleeping last night, nothing more. No need for you to worry.« you answered quickly.

»Well good then, 'cause we need you in a conference room once you're finished with your meal.«

You gave her a curt nod and she left the room.

  Once you came to the conference room, everybody was already seated, the only space left was between Clint and Steve. You sighed inwardly, but sat down, smiling nonetheless. Clint murmured something incoherently, while Steve gave you a kind greeting.

»So what's the agenda today?« you asked timidly.

»Well, we wanted to go on through the list of some possible Hydra members and we thought you could tell us whether you think they are real members or Hydra just planted them as a false bait to distract us.« Tony said, with a somewhat stern voice.

»Yes of course, I can do that.« you were quick to respond.

Tony projected some photos and videos of the men. For some you could quickly tell they were part of Hydra, by the way they walked, held themselves, how they interacted with people on those videos... for some, you needed more time and more information to put them on the list.

Then at the last picture you felt you entire body tense and you could feel the muscles in your stomach twist and clench. You were sick. It was a picture of him. It was as if you were dreaming again, as if he was standing right next to you in this room. You forgot how to talk, you forgot how to breathe.

An arm tried to shake you out of your trance. It was Steve, his lips were moving. He was saying something to you, but you were unable to hear his words. No, all you could hear was the ringing in your head.

»Y/N! Y/N! For god's sake Y/N!!« Steve's voice finally made it through the fog in your head. you tried to focus on him, but it was hard. It was so hard.

»Breathe! Y/N breathe!« he was saying repeatedly.

You took a deep, painful breath in.

»And out! Don't forget to breathe out!«

You exhaled shakily.

»There you go. Just breathe. Take your time.« Steve was rubbing circles on your back reassuringly.

»Y/N? Who is that? The man on the picture?« Tony asked, carefully.

»That«, you said with trembling voice »is the man you don't ever wish to meat. 'Cause the moment you meet him, is the moment you shook hands with death himself.« You stood up and sped out of the room.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        You were at the gym, throwing some hard punches at the heavy bag.

You heard someone cough behind you. It was Bucky.

»Give me one more minute, then I'll be out of your way.« you said, visibly out of breath.

»Well I actually came, because I wanted to talk to you, but it's okay if you don't want to« he replied.

»What did you want to talk about?« you asked, while stripping yourself of the hand bandages.

»I just wanted you to know that we got your back. You don't need to be afraid of this guy, whoever the hell he is, because we got your back. You're part of the team now, which means we will protect you and it also means no one will hurt you as long as we are around.« he tried so hard to reassure you.

You just looked at him incredulously.

»Why thank you for trying to reassure me, but you have absolutely no idea, who it is that you are dealing with. It doesn't matter how many people are trying to protect me, as soon as he finds out where I am, you can write me off as deceased. Bucky! I am scared as hell, of this guy. And if you're smart... you should be scared of him too!«

[kittymaverick]

It’s been a year, folks, and you know what that means!

Yep, a MCF commentary again. And bear with me as I once again did not buy the game this time and am relying on 123Pazu. This is what happens when you no longer have a working credit card anymore. Spoilers under the cut as usual.

1. Okay, from that creepy Annabelle thing in the mirror alone, I’m glad I’m not playing this game because this thing would give me nightmares. Yeah, you heard me right. I can sit through the entirety of the Ravenhearst mindfuck but I can’t take a creepy smiling woman in a mirror for a few hours. I’m weird like that. And maybe so is the Master Detective. 2. Surprisingly this time, MD has a personal stake in this! They are actually a friend of the missing person! I didn’t know you had friends, MD! “Excuse you I do so have--” Honestly, I half expect them to have all died or be involved in tragic circumstances. I also expect you to have met half of them through your cases. “...You’re not wrong...” 3. The MD has nice tastes in trench coat and shoes. The hat not so much. “HEY.” 4. A manor that has been empty for two centuries and the locals call it evil. And your friend thought it was a good idea to reclaim it? “I never did exactly have friends who have the best decisions...” 5. Pazu: Hm, the black smoke [...] not a good sign. Me: Yeah, for sure. don’t breathe that stuff in, MD. “Too late. My soul’s been stained black.” 6. “Someone’s hiding in the guardhouse--” IT’S VICTOR. “...Can you not--” VICTOR. 7. Car crash is in the way. Time to find another way in. “For the first time in my career, I can’t go through the front gates.” For the first time in your career, you’ve been forced into making a wiser decision. 8. ...You’ve been to a detective academy?? “How else do you think I got my badge?!” ...There’s a detective academy??? 9. PERSON IN THE CLOSET. “Hey, I’m just here to help!” For once people are hiding from you. That’s refreshing. “...I think she might have locked herself in there.” ...Wonderful. 10. Scary entity took your friend. Good luck getting her back. “...I did say my friends never were the best decision makes...” 11. Hey shouldn’t the interior designer leave like right now-- too late. “DAMMIT.” 12. Hey, hey look. That looks like a raven feather-- *Smashes glass* Right, I’ll shut up. 13. *Takes one step* *Car comes charging* OKAY, THAT’S NEW. “Yeah, cars usually drive away from me...” I bet you a chandelier is going to try to fall on your now. 14. Hidden key behind crazy contraptions-- You sure you still want to friend your friend here, MD? “...I want to say no, but friendship demands me to say otherwise. 15. ....You know honestly with this family tree thing in the van, your friend seems awfully... unhinged. “At least it’ll be someone I know this time...” 16. What is it with you and finding weird doll contraptions? “Guess I keep winding up finding them.” ... Really? MD Sarcastic? “I have to have a coping mechanism somehow.” 17. Hey remember to block the door in case it close-- “...Oops.” Oh look a bunch of mirrors-- SMASH THEM SMASH THEM ALL. 18. “I should probably clean this shining--” DON’T CLEAN ANYTHING THAT CAN BE A MIRROR. 19. Wow that flower vase puzzle is super unintuitive... Pazu: Let’s never speak of the puzzle again guys. “I agree.” 20. If a mirror is found in the dungeon, you leave it IN the dungeon! 21. “Not today, Alistair!” Have you seriously taken up to just mocking the bird now??? 22. Oh yes, a pretty black mirror. “Hm, there’re locks on here.” And you are of course going to unlock it. Haven’t we been through this-- AAAND the MD has walked into the mirror. I repeat, the MD has walked into the mirror! “I WAS PULLED IN!” YOU DESERVE IT! 23. Mirror-verse officially canon in the MCF universe. I wonder if that means-- “NO.” I haven’t even-- “NO.” ... “NO.” 24. Okay we just need to get out of here and-- AAAAHHHH CREEPY DANCING ROBOT AAAAAAHHHH. “I really don’t want to--” JUST DANCE WITH IT AND MAKE IT GO AWAY. 25. That thing eats souls. I hope you are prepared. “I can think of several somewhat-dead people that will fight for the right to torture my soul though, so the shade’s welcome to fight for it.” 26. Eleanor: Hello? Hello?! Oh finally, we found her. Aaaand yet it’s going to take a while for us to find how to get her out of there. “Just a moment Eleanor! I’ve got... a lot of puzzles to solve first!” Be glad she can’t really hear you. 27. Eleanor: I knew it was you. Who else would go through all this for me? “To be fair, I go through a lot of things for a lot of people.” 28. MD, why do you have black powder? “No reason.” No really, why do you have it? “...” Have an itch you just need to fulfill? “You know I have a great love of setting things on fire.” 29. Eleanor: Okay, so I prick my finger and touch the mirror, and we hope for the best. “Sounds about right.” Oh I wouldn’t be so sure. It’s only been what, 2 hours of gameplay so far? There’s still at least the third act-- Eleanor: IT DIDN’T WORK! HOW? See, I told you! “I hate it when you are right.” 30. Eleanor: We should look around and try to find some answers. “And hopefully stumble into some friendly ghosts. I’m good at doing that.” Finally, one of your misfortunes is going to help us for once. 31. Gemma: Please set me free, then I’ll tell you the truth. “Okay.” Gemma: Okay thanks I’m gone have fun opening the box. “That’s not exactly telling the truth!” 32. Eleanor: So, I’m not Gloria’s true descendent. I’ll be honest, I was wondering what Gemma’s role was soooo this isn’t a huge surprise. Eleanor: Guess we’ll need to find Gloria, but how? “...” Hey MD? “Time to look for more dead people. 33. Camille: OH it’s you! “...Who are you again?” To be honest, I forgot about her. 34. OKAY MIRROR OUT OUT OUT Gloria: Destroy the mirror! “I actually agree with her for once.” 35. Wait, that’s it? No end credits scene, nothing coming back to haunt us? I like this no strings attached approach. Overall comments: I’m... not sure if this a good game in terms of one that’s in the MCF series. On one hand, there was nothing too glaringly weird or off in the plot, but that said it’s not the most gripping. In fact it sort of lacks all grip. That and some of the puzzles being incredibly unintuitive made even just watching someone play a bit of a chore...