#I will fight and scream and shout and carry on until this changes

[auroras-zenith]

what doesn't kill you // part 1

you had your whole life planned out for you; start an agency with your best friend, scale the charts and make japan your bitch. but when a tragic accident leaves you incapacitated and out of a job, you find you just need to start fresh. you cut ties–and for two years, you've all but disappeared. until they need you again and come knocking at your door.

bakugo x retiredpro!reader

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The winds howled with a fury matched only by that lit within Katsuki Bakugo as he propelled himself forward at reckless speeds. The explosions emanating from his hands only aggravated the sky in its tantrum further. Fluorescent red and blue lights lit the night sky into day–a warning written into each flashing color.

It was a hard night to be a hero.

The villain had disappeared without a trace at some point during the fight–a cowardly move–but it was already far too late. The damage was done–spanning far across the expanse of several city blocks. Every hero in Japan was out, managing collapsing apartment buildings in the hundreds. The world waited with bated breath to see how things would pan out.

“South stairwell has fallen!”  The words were panicked and rushed, each staticky syllable striking a new bout of fear into the hero’s already erratic heart.  

“Deku! Civilians on the seventeenth floor! I can’t get them down without breaking the building!”

"We need backup!"

“Creati is down! We need to fall back!”

The blonde man felt his heart sinking. The heroes were spread too thin. They were losing ground. He had to call it at some point–had to cut his losses and count the bodies.

But how could they just leave? Even if the casualty count rose no higher, 182 loved ones would not return home to their families tonight–from this sector alone. He hovered midair for a moment, torn.

"Dynamight, we've got to go! The buildings structurally unsound!"

"You all get out! I'm not done yet. I'll leave when the building is clear!" You shouted, refusing to back down as you sprinted through the maze of debris.

“Tch! Cordelia! Rendezvous point! Now!” He made up his mind, shouting above the sound of the gales that threatened to knock him right out of the air. He changed course, guiding himself back toward where the rest were undoubtedly gathering.

"I've already told you! I'm not done till that whole building is empty, end of story. You go!"

"Cordelia, I'm not fucking with you, you hear me?!" He seethed. "Cordelia, do you copy! Don't start some self-sacrificing bullshit! Get your ass out, we're going!"

The silence that stretched through the night was fine at first–but then it was a second too long. And then several seconds too long. The eerie absence of sound chilled him to the bone, freezing him in his tracks. “Cordelia! Where the fuck are you at?”

He felt the blood in his veins turn to ice as he was met with the only sound worse than silence.

A blood curdling scream ripped through the comms, the crackly sound carrying evident agony.

“Crap!” He hissed, making an immediate 180. His annoyance was nothing more than a disguise–a clever mask that he could hide behind to feign confidence. In reality, he could feel his world shaking and crumbling to pieces around him. “I NEED EYES ON CORDELIA NOW! RED! SHE WAS WITH YOU LAST!” 

“She left with Chargebolt to the east quadrant!” 

“Chargebolt was taken out of the field for injuries!” 

“FUCK!” He shot through the sky, a comet of fear as unspoken worries and doubts flashed through his mind faster than he could shoot them down. He wasn’t supposed to fear–he was supposed to be feared. But you always had been his greatest strength–or perhaps you were his only weakness.

“I’VE GOT EYES ON HER, DYNAMIGHT! SHE’S BEEN HIT! EVERYONE GET TO THE RENDEZVOUS POINT, I’LL GET HER!”

"FUCK THAT, DEKU! I'M COMING!" The terror in his voice was practically contagious.

Midoriya felt the walls of the building crumbling apart around him–or maybe that was his world. The hit wasn’t looking good–clean through your spine. He slid to the floor, narrowly dodging a falling chunk of concrete.

“Cordelia! Cordelia, I need you to stay with me!” He demanded wildly as he willed his legs faster.

He had seen terrors of all shapes and sizes. Natural disasters that left everything in shambles, monsters that shook the earth with each step, but this…

He worked as he spoke, adrenaline working overtime as he rushed to lift you, sprinting as he navigated them both through the collapsing rubble as if you weighed nothing.

“Cordelia!” He felt his heart leap out of his chest as he saw your eyes threatening to close. “Cordelia! CORDELIA! Y/n! Y/n, please! He can’t lose you. I can’t lose you, Y/n!” He begged.

Your silence save for your labored and erratic breathing spurred his steps faster. A large piece of rubble fell from the roof, blocking the only exit.

“Shoto! I need a way out! Northeast stairwell’s compromised!” He shouted into his earpiece, heart beating louder than the sound of the building coming apart.

“DON’T MOVE, DEKU!” The world shook harder.

How could this be happening? Cordelia? His partner? The cofounder of the Dynadelia agency?

The wall in front of Deku and you shook, splintering into thousands of tiny rocks. The green haired hero moved to shield you with his body, his larger frame absorbing all the impact. He handed you off to the explosion hero without another word.

The blonde jumped without another word, using his explosions to slow his descent as he cradled you safely in one arm. Deku followed suit, using his quirk to slow his fall as well.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!"

It didn't take a genius to see he was losing them. He was losing two of his closest friends. One to the giant metal rod sticking through her abdomen, and the other to the deathly fear pounding through his head.

The world was silent tonight as the men plummeted to the floor, praying for Japan's fourth hero.

The hero world, praying for Y/n L/n.

a/n: goal is to not randomly ghost this cus i HATE when that happens to me

taglist: @floverisland @biancatomlinson @rosaryia

permanent tags: @phtmmsqrde

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

kai parker x reader

summary: he needed to get to his sister. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

tags: assault, stabbing, non-graphic violence, canon-typical violence, ambulance ride, not nice kai

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i've had this idea for a bit, but work with me on it, and let's pretend the girl in 6x10 that kai stabs in the first few seconds is nondescript!

a/n (2): aaa found this in the drafts, and since i've been MIA, have decided to post it now (even tho i'm not super proud of it, i just couldn't get it out of my head)

You tap your foot anxiously at the light, waiting for it to turn red, and for the walking signal to appear. Only one car had gone through the green, but the light hesitates before changing. Mystic Falls is pretty much deserted at this time of night. Everyone is either at home, sleeping, or out at the bars. You’re on your way to Scull Bar, and tonight, you have a date. 

The light finally blinks to yellow, and it’ll be just a moment more before you can cross. Honestly, you could probably cross now, considering how empty the streets are. The only threat would be an unmarked police car, waiting for someone to break the rules. 

You sigh, but then it turns again. Your sigh changes to one of relief, and you smile before stepping out onto the road. 

The only sounds around you are those of crickets chirping and a distant dog barking. It feels peaceful. Not lonely, but just quiet. A wave of nostalgia seems to carry in the air. 

That’s why you miss the signs. That gut instinct that tells you someone’s wrong. 

You don’t realize the crickets have silenced until his hands are already around your neck. 

Realization hits you quickly. Fear shoots down your spine and makes you gasp, but your airway is partially constricted. 

“Stop!” You try anyway. 

Your attacker ignores your plea. “Sh, sh, sh!” He’s right up in your ear, lips grazing your skin. “Don’t scream.” 

He lowers one arm to your waist, but loosens the grip on your neck. Despite the darkness, you can clearly see the reflective glare of a sharp knife. Your throat goes dry. “What are you going to do with that?”

“This? Oh, I just need to find my sister. I believe you can help me with that.”

“I have a phone. What’s her number? I can call her.”

“Yeah… that’s not exactly what I meant. See, my sister and I have a rather… complicated relationship. She doesn’t really want to see me, but I need to see her, because of something important regarding our family. But since she’s so evasive, I think catching her off guard at work is my best bet to getting to her.”

His wording scares you, but you’re desperate. “Where does she work? I can pull up directions. I can-”

“See, you’re still not understanding me. I don’t need you to call anyone. I simply need you to play your part, so I can do mine.”

“What do you need me to- arrrghhh!” You shout, cut off by a sharp pain directly to the stomach. You gasp out, feeling your legs buckle and your vision get spotty. With a small glance down, you see your attacker’s knife lodged in your midsection. Blood coats the blade, and now upon seeing it, you can feel it dripping from your new injury. 

“Sh!” He hushes you again, clamping a hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.”

As soon as he pulls the knife out, you try to defend yourself. A short glance at him reveals him to be rather scrawny, however a dark look in his eyes tells you his stature should not be underestimated; he is much more dangerous than he seems. Still, you fight. You dig your elbow into his chest, making him grunt. You step back onto his feet and both of you trip backwards. After a moment of scrambling, you release yourself from his grasp. The wound catches you off balance, though, and you stumble, giving him just enough time to grab you again. 

“No!”

“Shut up!”

He stabs you again, then removes the blade just to make a third wound right below it. You choke and collapse into his arms, unable to hold yourself up. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your vision is fading fast. 

Despite your body weakening quickly, you still manage to pick up the sound of sirens in the distance. To your disbelief, your attacker keeps you in his arms until they arrive, tucking his knife somewhere out of sight. 

“Ma’am, can you tell us what happened? Were you in a car accident? Was this a robbery?” EMT rushes to your side, asking a slew of questions. Upon noticing your fading consciousness, they turn their questions to the man holding you. “Sir, did you witness the incident? Do you know them? Do you know what happened here?”

Your attacker lies with ease. Not surprising, though you don’t have the energy to counter him. “I just found her here, I don’t know. She has multiple injuries, but it’s dark. I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s get her on a stretcher. Is there a wallet on her? Any form of ID?”

Another EMT searches your pockets and pulls out your wallet. As they put you on the stretcher, you try to signal that you’re still in danger, but he doesn’t get the message.

“Can I come along? I want to make sure she gets there safely.”

Your eyes widen at your attacker’s request, then feel faint at his allowance to accompany you.

“She’s crashing!” Another reports, picking up on your unsteadiness. An oxygen mask is placed over your nose and mouth, while a small dose of painkiller is administered through an IV. 

“Stay with me, okay? We’re gonna get you to the hospital.”

Your attacker sits in the corner and watches the scene. It’s as if he blends into the shadows, and the respondents don’t even remember he’s there. You do, though. His black eyes seem to stare into your soul. You can still feel the knife buried beneath your skin. 

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Your attacker gets lost in the sea of paramedics as you’re wheeled into the hospital. Losing sight of him makes you panic; he could be anywhere, and you’d have no idea. Everyone’s in danger now - you, his sister, and possibly any of these employees. Anyone who gets in the way of what he wants. The thought alone is horrifying.

Within minutes, you’re brought into a room where the doctor finally sees you. She’s calm and collected, yet obviously worried about your condition. Three wounds to the stomach can be fatal, and they have no idea what they’re dealing with; no clue what happened, and with the oxygen mask still on your face, you’re completely unable to tell them. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, shining a light in your eyes. An apology shows in her eyes, but she’s just doing her job. 

Terrified, you’re about to rip off the mask and tell her the truth. You reach a hand up to take it off, but then a guttural scream leaves your lips at the sudden sight of your attacker. He’s directly behind her, covered in your blood. 

Instead of taking off your mask, you point behind her. He’s much faster, though, and stalks up quickly. With a quick glance to you, he slings an arm around her neck and produces a needle from behind his back. 

“I stabbed her,” he says calmly, injecting a sedative into her neck. 

You scream as your doctor goes limp in his arms. He smirks at you, then whisks her out of the room before you can react. Frantically, you rip off the mask and scream as loudly as you can, desperate for the attention of the nurses. It isn’t until at least a minute later that they respond, eyes wide at the sight of you. One immediately starts to put your oxygen back on, but is then interrupted by another. 

“Laughlin was here, where’d she go?”

“What?”

“She was just here, checking her pupils.”

They both look at you. You’re fading in and out of consciousness. 

“Taken,” you whisper. A heartbeat later, everything goes silent. 

[hairmetal666]

Steddie paranormal investigator modern day au

I watched Buzzfeed Unsolved and this happened. Sorry?

Eddie's got his phone up, focused on Steve as he drives. "We should hunt ghosts, Stevie."

"What?" Steve says. He's being safe and concentrating on the traffic in front of him, not on Eddie's latest TikTok antics.

"Paranormal Investigation! It would be fun."

"Absolutely not."

"We're doing it."

"Eddie. No."

"Steeeeeeve, c'mon! It's like you've trained your whole life for this."

Steve looks at the camera then, hazel eyes serious. "Yes, and I've retired from active duty."

Eddie pouts until Steve rolls his eyes.

👻 Investigation 1 👻

Steve has one hand in his jacket pocket, the other holding his phone at it records his surroundings. "Hey, ghosts. Feel like talking?"

"Really? That's all, Harrington? You promised you'd act like you care."

"This is me caring! What else do you want, Munson?"

"Care with enthusiasm."

"Please enlighten me on how to do that." Steve keeps his voice even and deadpan, giving his head a pigeon-like tilt.

Eddie bounds forward, a bright and real smile lighting his face. "Hey, ghosts!! I'm Eddie. This is my best friend, Steve. We're here because we wanted to talk to you. Maybe you can start by introducing yourselves?"

Steve glares. "How is that different from what I did."

"How--Steve you--oh my god. You didn't even introduce yourself!"

"To the ghosts?"

"I thought you were raised to be polite."

"Yeah, to people, dude."

"Ghosts are people!"

Steve snickers, eyes glistening, and Eddie slaps at his bicep.

"Don't hit me," Steve says. He knocks Eddie away with his hip.

"Well, don't nudge me." He elbows Steve in the ribs.

There's just a flash of blinding smile from Steve before he launches himself at Eddie, full blown slap fight erupting between them. They giggle and shriek, and then Steve pins Eddie's hands together. They're breathless, panting and flushed, hair mussed.

"Is this respectful to the ghosts, Munson?"

"You started it," Eddie sicks his lower lip out. Steve tosses his head back and laughs, misses how Eddie's eyes linger, drink him in.

👻 Investigation 7 👻

Steve walks into frame, holding his phone as he records. "Hey, hi. My name's Steve, and this is my buddy, Eddie. We're here to chat, if you feel like it."

"Yeah, we just want to learn about you. See what you're doing. Did you die here?"

"Is that respectful?" Steve hisses.

"Shut-up," Eddie hisses back. They momentarily get distracted shoving one another.

"If you're around, let us know," Steve says. "There's this rocking chair here, could you maybe move it for us?"

"Yeah, and hey," Eddie fiddles with the flashlight in his hands. "I'm gonna set this flashlight right here on the ground, and if you can't move the chair, why not turn this flashlight off for us, okay?"

He leans down to put the light on the floor, his phone camera capturing a few seconds of Steve watching him, a little smile on his face. A beat passes and Eddie's movements slip Steve out of frame. There's a shrieking scream and Steve shouts, "EDDIE?" followed by the skittering clank of things being dropped onto the concrete floor.

The view changes to a static shot, from a camera set up behind them. It shows Eddie bend down, setting the flashlight in front of him, before he screams. He leaps--fully leaving the ground--into Steve's arms. Steve catches him easily, dropping his phone, so he can brace Eddie against his chest in a bridal carry. Eddie's arms wrap around Steve's neck, his face buried against the other man's collar.

Steve laughs. "You okay, Eds?"

Eddie responds, but it's not picked up by the mics. It makes Steve laugh harder. "There was a rat, huh? I think I can take a rat."

"Don't make fun of me," Eddie grumbles. He peels his head off Steve's shoulder and the camera just catches the corner of his flushed face and his bashful grin.

"I would never," Steve shakes his head. "You good to get down now?"

Their gazes meet for a few long seconds. "Definitely," but Eddie's voice shakes.

Steve puts his friend on his feet, but takes a second to push some of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "You okay?'

"Yeah, yeah, it was nothing."

"You sure?"

Eddie scowls. "I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"You're making fun of me!"

"I am not!"

They miss the chair rocking on its own behind them.

👻 Investigation 15 👻

Steve digs through a backpack before spreading a sleeping bag over the scratched wood floors. Eddie films on his phone.

"Okay, Stevie, this is the first investigation where we're staying over night. How you feeling?"

"Fine," he responds. He doesn't look away from his task.

"Fine? We're staying overnight, where there are ghosts, and you're fine!?"

"Well, sure, Eds. I've faced worse than ghosts before."

"How are you not freaking out right now?"

Steve turns to the camera, a tiny smile on his face. "Because I'm not freaked out?"

"Ugh!" Eddie flails his hands which makes the image shift and blur. "It's like you don't even believe in this shit."

"You know that I do." Steve takes a few steps forward, reaching out to grab Eddie's elbow. "It's just that. They're ghosts, you know? They can't hurt us. Not really. And you know I'll protect you."

The angle changes to a static shot from behind Steve, giving full view of the soft and adoring way Eddie watches the other man.

👻 Investigation 15 ~ 2:03-3:45am 👻

The camera shows Steve and Eddie in their respective sleeping bags, both snoring. A time lapse captures the way they shift and shuffle in their sleep, until they're curled against each other on the floor.

It also captures the distant sound of an unintelligible voice and something clank in another room. Eddie flails, twisting and turning.

"Steve?" He says. "Steve!" He pushes out of the sleeping bag. "What the fuck was that?"

Steve sits up, his hair standing on end around his head. "Eds? What's wrong?"

"You didn't hear that?" Eddie's eyes are wide and panicked.

"No. What was it?"

"I heard like, voices or some shit. Maybe something falling over?"

Steve squirms out of his sleeping bag, grabbing a flashlight and starting recording on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Eddie grabs Steve's forearm.

"Investigating?"

"Aren't you--"

Steve cups Eddies cheek. "No, babe, I'm not scared. Let's go look, yeah?"

Steve walks out of frame, and Eddie stands frozen, until he slowly lifts a hand to trace where Steve touched against face. "Babe?" he whispers

👻 Investigation 22 👻

"Well, we're staying the night again." Steve says. "How'd you feel about the last time, Eds?"

"At least we're investigating a hotel and get a bed. Last time was terrible," Eddie frowns. "You were so calm."

"So, it wasn't terrible because we spent the night on the floor in a haunted place, but because I wasn't scared?"

"Pretty much."

"Shouldn't it be a good thing that I'm brave and strong and protective?"

Eddie gags. "Gross, man."

"What? Look at these muscles--I could take a ghost out." Steve flexes.

"You're not allowed to fistfight the ghosts, we've talked about this."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't think I can take a ghost?"

"Absolutely not, Stevie. You've never won a single fight."

Steve's mouth drops. "Excuse me. I've won at least one of them"

"Not a great track record."

"This is cruel. You're being cruel to me. After I've saved you from rats and from ghosts and from--"

"Yeah, yeah, my hero. C'mon, let's get moving."

Eddie's being sarcastic, but Steve's face still flushes a bright pink.

👻 Investigation 22 ~ 1:45-2:17am 👻

They fall asleep with the EVP still between them. Like before, the distance between their bodies closes as time passes until Steve is tucked close around Eddie, his arm draped over Eddie's waist.

It's sweet, peaceful until Steve starts to twitch. The mics pick up unintelligible murmuring until it becomes something close to short yelps and bitten off screams. Steve whimpers a long, heartbreaking sound and his body starts to shake, his hands grasping at his own face.

Eddie snuffles, is quiet for a second, before he realizes something is wrong. He twists to Steve, grabbing his shoulders. "Stevie, baby, oh my god, what's wrong. Steve!"

The other man wakes with a heaving gasp, flailing and shouting Eddie's name.

"I'm here. I'm right here." Eddie rests his hands against Steve's face, but pulls back, looking at his hands with wide eyes. "Why are you bloody, sweetheart?"

"What?" Steve reaches up, gingerly touching his cheeks. "What the fuck," Steve hisses. "What the fuck."

A flashlight flicks on, illuminating the long but shallow scratches across Steve's left cheek. "Jesus, baby. What happened?"

"I--" Steve is trembling hard enough his voice shakes. "I thought I was dreaming? I heard this voice and then this shape walked towards me from the bathroom." Steve points. "He--it reached for me, and I knew I shouldn't let him touch me, so I fought, but--" He's shaking too hard to continue.

"It's okay," Eddie 's voice is soft. "It's alright, sweetheart. It's over, yeah? I won't let anything bad happen to you, promise."

"I thought--Eddie, I thought--"

"I know, I know, sweetheart. It wasn't, though. We're okay."

"I'm scared, Eds," is barely heard through the mic.

"It's okay. I got you, yeah? I'll always have you."

Eddie starts singing something, soft soft, so only the melody catches, still too faint to make out. He holds Steve tight, cards fingers through his hair until the shaking stops.

"Not so brave now, huh?" Steve asks, giving a little wet chuckle.

"Baby, you are the bravest person I know. This doesn't change that. Not for an instant."

"Liar." Steve presses his face harder against Eddie's neck.

"To you? Never."

They sit in silence a little longer before Steve moves. Eddie caresses the man's face, lets his thumbs graze over his cheekbones. He knows affection is spilling out of him, overflowing, swallowing everything, but there's nothing Eddie can do about it anymore.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

They close the lingering distance between them on some unspoken mutual agreement, lips slotting together like they'd been doing this for years and hadn't condemned themselves to a lifetime of quiet yearning.

Steve brushes his tongue against Eddie's mouth, and Eddie lets him in, their tongues meeting in a wet tangle. They kiss and kiss and kiss, lost to the moment, cameras and ghosts and the world forgotten for each other.

They part, staying close enough to share air. "Hey, Eds?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I have a huge crush on you."

Eddie's nose wrinkles before he erupts in a sweet laugh. "Well, thank god for that. I'm fucking gone on you, baby."

"Yeah?" Steve whispers now.

"You're sort of everything, Steve Harrington."

"Fuck," Steve buries his face into Eddie's neck. "Is now the time to say that I think you're it for me? Cause--"

He doesn't get the rest of the words out, the force of Eddie's kiss sending his mind to outer space.

When they pull apart again, Steve quietly says, "thank you, ghosts," and Eddie giggles.

[m-jelly]

The Crow's Song - Chapter 11

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

A blockade makes Vance change his plans with you. When you get a moment alone you make a break for it. Levi discovers what's happened and leads a charge to find you.

Ao3

part 12

Vance smiled at you as you sat opposite him with your wrists tied behind your back. He leaned over and caressed your cheek. “You are so cute.”

You pulled back from his touch and kicked him hard. “Mm!”

He grunted in pain. “You!”

You panted behind the gag. “MMMMM!”

He shifted a bit and rubbed his stomach. “Behave yourself.”

You thrashed and kicked about inside the carriage. “MMMM!” You screamed hard and threw yourself around. “MMMMMM!”

He grabbed your upper arm. “Stop your fighting! I love you. We’re meant to be.”

You slammed your shoulder into him and knocked him away. You stumbled up and fell against the carried door. “Mm.” You shoved the door again making it open. You panted at seeing the road fly by. “Hmm…”

Vance saw you get ready to jump. He shouted your name and wrapped his arm around your middle. “Get back here.” He lifted you as you kicked a bit. “You are never leaving me.”

You slammed your head back against his face. “MM!”

He cried out and stumbled back. “Stop it!” He fell against the floor and grunted. “Fuck.”

You rolled in his arms, shifted off him and kicked about. “Mm.”

He got up and shoved you hard against the floor. “Stop fighting!”

You panted against the floor and began rubbing your face against it so you could get the gag off. You whimpered in pain as he pressed harder. “Nngh.” You pushed the gag off and panted. You inhaled deeply before screaming. “HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

Vance snarled. “Stop shouting!”

“HEEEEEEEELP!”

He grabbed the gag and yanked it back on you. “Why are you fighting me?”

“MM!”

He huffed and looked up when the carriage stopped. “What NOW!?” He shoved the door open and climbed out. “Why have we stopped?”

A guard hurried over to him. “Sorry, Sir Noir but we have a situation.”

“Explain.”

The guard looked down the road. “Road closers and a blockade.”

Vance gritted his teeth. “What?”

“We can’t leave the country, Sir Noir.”

“King Sebastian?”

The guard nodded. “Yes. He ordered all roads and ports out of his country to be closed. He is patrolling some, the Queen has others but the Prince is checking most of them. It’s a massive manhunt.”

Vance looked back at you in the carriage moving around trying to get up. “We’ll have to hide out here in his country until we can escape. We need to get back to King Rowen.”

The guard bowed. “We’ll assist.” He looked down the line. “Sir Noir, it appears they can see us.” He looked back at Vance. “They’ll want to inspect the carriages.”

Vance smirked. “I can hide her.” He turned causing his cape to whip behind him. He hurried over to you and grabbed you. “We have to hide you.”

You kicked and screamed behind the gag. “Mm!”

He lifted you slightly before grabbing the lid of the carriage seat and shoving it open. “You have to hide in here.” He put you inside the seat. “They want to pull us away from each other. They want to break us up.” He caressed your cheek as you lay there. “I’ll protect you from them. We’ll be together.” He lowered the seat. “Now, stay quiet in here okay? I’ll get rid of the royal guards.”

Your eyes widened at his words. You felt a burn of pleasure and excitement go through you. It had to mean Levi was searching for you, and blockades had been set up. You knew Vance was hiding you inside the seat because guards of your husband’s family were going to search, so you needed to make sure they knew you were there.

You felt nervous and excited as soon as the lid was closed on you. You panted a little causing the small space to heat up. You shifted a bit and listened as best as you could to see if anyone was walking closer. You waited a moment as someone moved closer. Their voice was like a soft deep hum to you. When the person got to the carriage you were in you started slamming your foot against the wall by your feet, which was luckily on the side the guard was on.

Mike stared at the carriage and heard a dull thudding from kicks against the wood, you were here. He inhaled deeply and caught your scent. He wanted to grab you and save you, but he knew they had to be patient. “Hm.” He looked over at Erwin as he walked over with a book. “Erwin.”

Erwin nodded and made a note. “Got it.” He turned to the guard. “Sorry, we can’t let you leave. There was an issue with one of your carriages. You can camp here or visit a home nearby until the roads open again.”

Vance stared at Erwin. Vance wanted to shout and lash out, but he had to pretend he was someone else and was using his magic to make him look like a normal guard. “Understood, Duke Erwin.” Vance watched Erwin leave with the others. “Move it. We’re going to a home here. I know Duke Horton would house us.”

The other guard became nervous. “He has pledged loyalty to the Ackermans.”

“Damn it…”

“We could return to the Applegate’s mansion.”

Vance nodded. “You’re right. We’ll go there.” He turned and climbed into his carriage. “Move back to the Applegates as fast as possible.” He sat down and huffed in frustration. “Damn Prince!” He shoved the lid to the seat open and stared at you. “That damn prince is causing issues again.”

You hummed a laugh behind the gag. “Mm, mm, m!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Really? I love you too.”

You glared at him. “MM!”

He winked at you. “I’ll let you rest in there for a bit.” He closed the lid. “Be good.”

You kicked about in your little prison and huffed. You hoped that whoever was outside knew you were in the carriage and were plotting something. You frowned when the carriage moved as if it was turning around. You smiled a bit and closed your eyes, you were sure you were going back to the Applegate home which your husband knew where it was located.

You let out a long sigh and tried to get comfortable. You were tired and in pain, so you needed to rest up as much as possible. There was no doubt in your mind that Vance would try more things, so you needed as much strength as possible to fight back. You relaxed as best as you could and started sleeping with your dreams filled with Levi loving you.

Vance shoved the lid of the seat open and saw you were sleeping. He scooped you up into his arms and strolled towards the mansion to see a tired and scared-looking Griselda. “Lady Applegate, we need to use your home again.”

She bowed her head. “Of course.”

“Make sure your filthy daughter stays away.” He walked past her. “If she comes near my woman, I will rip her soul and bones out.”

“I-I promise w-we’ll keep her a-away.”

Vance smiled down at you as he carried you. “My sweet thing. I won’t let anything pull us apart.” He took you to the bedroom and lay you down. “Such beauty.”

As soon as Vance left you, your eyes flew open. You rolled around on the bed and moved your arms from under your bum. You pulled your legs against you and finally looped your arms from behind you. You stared at the tied wrists and felt a small victory. You yanked your gag out and sighed in relief before you started pulling at your ties with your teeth until it fell away.

You stumbled off the bed and walked around. You rubbed your wrists as you sighed and gazed out the window. “Levi…” You tugged and pulled at the magical cuffs on your wrists, but it was no use. “Damn things.” You looked up and saw a light in the distance. Pleasure shot through you because you knew that light meant an army was on its way and at the head was your husband.

You pushed the doors open to the balcony and looked down. You knew with a bit of courage, you could make it down. You climbed over the railing and stared at the tree. You leapt and grabbed a thick branch but it snapped. You fell through the tree until you landed on a thicker branch. You gasped at the wind being knocked out of you. You winced a moment before climbing down slowly.

As soon as you reached the bottom you gazed out at the wall and knew you had a way to go, but it was your only chance. Vance was the type of crazy that if Levi did raid the mansion, he’d kill you then himself so that Levi could never have you, or he’d hurt everyone in his path until he won. So, you needed to do what was best for others.

You grunted as you clung to the edge of the wall. “Come on.” You dragged yourself up onto the wall. You panted and looked down. “I’m gonna need a nice holiday after this.” You dropped down and cried out in pain, your ankle had twisted. “Son of a bitch!”

After lying on the floor for a bit you pushed yourself to sit and ripped your dress up allowing you to tie your ankle up. You stumbled to your feet, grabbed a big stick and used it as a crutch to move you through the forest. You panted a bit and moved as best as you could towards where you’d seen the light. You wanted Levi. You wanted him to hold you in his arms. You were sure you could reach him by morning.

Levi rode his horse home as he thought about you. While you’d gone out shopping he decided to do some work to keep his mind off you, but he failed and wanted you in his arms. He’d been thinking about babies and was going to talk to you about possibly trying for your first one soon. He was excited to start a family.

When he got close to his home he saw a massive commotion. “Tch, what’s going on?” He spotted Maria limping with Charles supporting her. “Maria!? Maria!” He raced over to her before jumping off his horse. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Maria welled up. “Forgive me, Your Highness.”

“Forgive you?” He cupped her face. “There is nothing to forgive. I’m worried about you. You look hurt. There’s blood too.”

“It’s not mine.” She sobbed. “It’s not mine.”

Levi frowned a moment as he replayed the words in his head and then he realised what she meant, it wasn’t her blood it was yours. He gulped hard. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Y-yes. Her Highness protected me.” She offered the handkerchief to Levi. “She bought you this. She wanted to embroid it, but asked me to give this over to you.”

Levi took it and felt tears fill his eyes as he played with it. “She cares so much about me even in times when her life is at risk…” He clenched it tightly. “Tell me what happened.”

Maria told him everything that happened. “I’m sorry.”

Levi inhaled deeply before releasing a long sigh. “Vance. I know Vance did it.” He lifted his head and spoke with a croak in his voice from holding back a sob. “He took my little bunny.” Levi looked over at his father as he hurried over. “I want a blockade on every road and pier out of our country.”

Sebastian looked around and saw the broken carriage being moved closer and how battered Maria was. “Did Vance take our girl?”

Levi nodded. “Yes. I need this country locked up.”

Sebastian bowed his head. “I will send out the orders now.” He opened his hand and moved magic into little balls. “Knights, block all passages out of our country. Our princess was taken. We will get her back and then free witches of torment. I want every able-bodied person who can fight to work with us. When the princess is located, she will be saved by the crowned prince and the rest of us will ride to King Rowen’s land and free the innocent of persecution!”

Kuchel placed her hand on Levi’s cheek. “Son. Don’t neglect your health in the search for her, okay? She would want you to stay healthy.”

Levi smiled softly. “Promise. I’ll promise for her.” He tied the handkerchief around his wrist. “I will get her home. We will have a family.” He stormed towards his side of the palace. “I will gear up and take a team with me. I’m going to patrol.”

“Be safe.”

Levi hurried inside and started pulling on his armour when his ring lit up. He called your name and just heard your muffled voice which soon became screams, but something was stopping it from being loud. He could tell you had been gagged or something. He called out to you and tried to reassure you as much as possible. He held his breath when he heard someone talking to you about a temporary home. He knew you were being moved to a new location.

He ended the call and gave you time. He adjusted his armour and stormed out of the palace. He found his horse and climbed up. He waited for a few people to gather before racing off and leading the charge towards a blockade he believed would be used by Vance. He knew he had to protect you at all costs. He looked up at the sky to see the sun was setting, which meant plenty of time had passed so he could speak with you.

He used his ring to speak with you again, to tell you he loved you and to make sure you were okay. He was glad to hear your voice. Even though he was reassuring you, it was also reassuring him to just be able to speak with you. He released a long sigh after ending the call. He felt better knowing you were safe and you were okay for now, but he needed to have you back in his arms. Spending a short time away from you was hard, but now he was staying a whole night and possibly a day without you.

He stayed at the blockade with his troops and felt irritated. He winced a bit when he remembered what his mother said, which was to get some rest and to eat for you. He set up a camp for himself, made some food and sat there enjoying the sounds of nature around him. He glanced over to the spot next to him and wished you were there enjoying a light meal with him. All he could think about was your honeymoon camping trip a few months ago.

He climbed into his tent, pressed the handkerchief to his nose and inhaled, it smelt just like you and it eased his worries for a moment. His dreams were filled with you, it warmed his heart as he thought of you. He hoped that if he was dreaming of you, you would dream of him. It was rather peaceful and the handkerchief helped him a lot with sleeping.

“Your Highness?”

Levi woke from the sound of his friend Erwin. He leaned up on his arms and looked at the tent opening. “Mm? Yeah?”

Erwin closed the tent entrance and walked closer. “I think we’ve found her, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “You have?”

“We stopped some carriages and they were weirdly empty. Plus, one guard was slightly different from the others, so we suspected magic use. Mike used his nose and smelt Vance on the guard.”

Levi gulped. “And my wife?”

Erwin sat down on a seat placed at Levi’s makeshift desk. “We heard a dull thumping noise from the carriage, like someone was kicking it. We suspected she was hidden in a small compartment under the seat.”

Levi sat up and put his head in his hands. “My poor bunny witch wife.”

“They were told they had to rest somewhere until the roads were opened.”

He rose to his feet and started pulling on his armour. “He’s likely taken her to the Applegate’s mansion.” He strolled over to the opening of the tent. “We’re close to the mansion. Let’s gather an army and charge.”

Erwin hurried out of the tent with Levi. “Are we attacking now?”

“Yes.”

“With no planning?”

Levi glanced over at Erwin. “Erwin, I need her back.”

Erwin stopped Levi. “I understand that, but we have to be safe about this. If you go running in Vance could panic and kill himself and your wife.”

Levi paused in thought. “Mm…you’re right.” He looked up and saw the sun was rising. “We’ll wait around and plan.” He glared at a group of knights making a commotion. “What the fuck are they doing?” His eyes widened when he saw Mike hurrying over with a woman in his arms covered in mud and blood with his cape trying to keep her warm. “Mike!” His eyes widened when he recognised the bundle. He softly said your name. “My bunny.”

Mike hurried over. “I was patrolling the area for game and I heard a noise. I thought it was an animal, but before I could fire I noticed her.” He came to a stop in front of Levi. “She said my name and I recognised her voice and scent. She must have escaped.”

Levi took you from Mike. “Thank you, Mike.” He squeezed you against him. “I’ve got you.” He hurried you inside his tent and started removing your clothes next to his makeshift bath. “Poor bunny.”

First, he used a small bowl of water to scrub and clear off the layer of mud on your skin. He heated some water with his magic before lifting your body and laying you in the water. He gently cleaned off the last of the dirt allowing him to see how many wounds you had. After cleaning them he used his magic to help him take off the cuffs on your wrists and the choker.

You inhaled deeply and hummed as you felt a rush of magic. You opened your tired eyes and saw Levi had his back to you. You wanted to shift a bit, but you were too weak. “Levi?”

Levi flinched and dropped the collar with a clatter against the floor. He looked over at you as tears filled his eyes. “Ah…mm…” He shook a bit as tears ran down his cheeks. “Mm.”

You reached over for him. “Hold me.” You choked a sob. “Please?”

He dove for you and held you tightly. “I’m sorry.” He squeezed you. “I’m so sorry.”

You weakly held him back. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should have protected you. I should have been there for you.”

“Levi, this is not your fault. Vance did all this.” You pulled back and smiled at him. “Plus, you can’t look after me all the time.”

He pouted a bit. “But I want to.”

You giggled at how cute he was. “I know you do, but we have jobs to do and I need to go to the bathroom alone.”

He whined. “No fair.”

“Kiss?”

He smiled as he leaned over and kissed you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I kept thinking about you to keep me going.” You looked at your wrists to see marks on them from the cuffs and rope. “Mm.”

“Is your magic not healing you?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m not healing. I think I was hurt too much. My magic doesn’t know what to do.”

Levi caressed your cheek. “Poor bunny.”

You sighed. “Could you help me out of this bath”

He grabbed a towel for you before lifting you out of the bath. He put you on your feet but you cried out in pain. “Bunny!”

You grabbed him. “I uh…twisted my ankle I think trying to escape.”

He scooped you up again and carried you to his bed. “Poor bunny witch.” He sat you down and inspected your wounds. He used his magic to help you heal before looking at your ankle. “Mm, I don’t think magic can fix this. You’ll need to rest.”

“You just want me to rest so you can dote on me.”

“You know me well.” He smirked as he bandaged your ankle up. “Let’s get you changed.”

You hummed as he dried you off softly. “You know Levi.”

He helped you pull some of his clothes on. “Mm?”

“You’re going to be a great father.”

He blushed hard. “I think I will too.” He smiled and kissed you. “You’ll be a fantastic mother.”

You held Levi’s hands. “I think we should take the contraceptive spell off us both.”

“I would love to.” He leaned and kissed you again. “Mm. Let me take care of things now, okay? You need to rest and heal.”

“Promise.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You going to raid the Applegate mansion?”

“I am.”

You smiled as you pulled him onto you. “Can I watch?”

He covered your body with kisses. “Of course.”

You parted your legs for him. “Levi?”

He looked up at you. “Mm?” He gasped when he felt the spell on his pelvis go. “Spell bunny?”

You nipped your lip. “Make love to me. Nice and slow and deep, please.”

Levi kissed your neck. “I’ll give you anything you want and need.”

[dishushu]

“you’re alive in my head..”

pavitr prabhakar x reader.

genre: pure angst (a little fluff if you squint) | warnings: blood, death, sad pav☹️, super sad

summary: the canon event altered his life forever. | inspo: marjorie by taylor swift.

words: 1k.

a/n: @smokeywhalee came up with this trope and we both cried mentally adding up ideas to eachother (i love her and her ideas yall FOLLOW HER or elmo will end up next to you at 3am)

and marjorie by ts changed my life forever it’s so good i’m not okay 😊💔

p.s: please have tissues next to you 🤧 (and "they" is ur variant btw!)

so sorry in advance pookies

pavitr had been your bestfriend for so long— you were by his side ever since he became spiderman, his partner in crime, and he always liked you. —

everything about you just made him fall head over heels for you, but he never had the heart to confess owing to the fact that he doesn’t want to lose you yet.

he wished he did sooner..

ever since pavitr’s dimension was falling apart, he couldn’t help but feel devastated, afraid it would happen the same to you, and he was right.

the very moment that was happening, you so happened to be running away from the commotion— your bestfriend pavitr and the other spider people fighting for their life and his dimension, you were about to escape, but unfortunately, a big chunk of debris hits you— slamming you to the ground as you groaned in pain.

you heard the screams of pavitr from afar, as he slung over to you— his friends shouting for him to come back but he couldn't care less about them now that you were hurt badly.

he lifted the debris off of you and carried you bridal style, his words muffled as you couldn't see anything— your vision blurred.

"jaanu please hang on okay? i promise ill get you the hospital as soon as i can please don't close your eyes on me." he panicked as he removed his mask to reveal his teary-eyed face as he held you close, webbing away from the commotion as he wanted to bring you to the nearest hospital.

"pav, i..." you took all your strength to get his attention as he stopped webbing and went through the empty street, your heartbeat slowly slowing down as it became harder to breathe.

he noticed immediately and laid you on the ground, his hand cupping your cheek as he kept whispering a "no no no please no." trying to stop the blood from your chest.

"pav, i.. love you." you mumbled your last words to him as you closed your eyes— your last breath, last tear and last smile to him all leaving your body as you lay lifeless on the ground, his screams were all that was audible, becoming increasingly faint until they were completely gone.

pavitr's tears were now hitting the ground as he clutched your lifeless body, holding on it for dear life as he sobbed— his heart breaking now that he lost you, his canon event.

his tears never came to an end as he couldn't believe he was processing everything, he lost his thithli.

gwen, hobie, and miles run over to him as they saw pavitr and you, your dead body but they couldn't do anything but feel heartbroken with paviitr as it was his canon event even though you were dead now, you're alive in his head.

he wished he could spend one last prominence with you, but now that you were gone, he wished you were still around.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

pavitr never moved on, never recovered from your death; if he didn't know better, he'd wish you were still alive; he wanted he could say i love you— and that remorse has filled him with guilt every single day.

hobie would always try to cheer him up and it would never work, he would still feel devastated and blame himself for your death— that he couldn't save you in time. it was never his fault.

all of this happening with his dimension falling apart and losing you hit him like a truck, he lost his spark and he'd do anything to get you back, anything — and he wished he could find one way to say i love you to you one last time.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

he’d never been to hq ever since your death, he was merely drained to continue as spiderman anymore— the fear and guilt overcoming him; scared the same would happen to other people like it happened to you.

hobie got to cheer him up somewhat and convinced him to finally go to hq but when he walked in, he bumped into a familiar face he knew oh too well.

“im so sorry i—“ pavitr turned around to apologize to who he bumped when his blood ran cold, his whole body frozen as he couldn’t believe who it was, you; but not entirely.

“it’s okay! i’m fine— and are you okay?” they said, scanning pavitr’s body for any injuries and so.

“yeah— i’m, im fine— can i talk to you for a second?” pavitr said, breaking out of his trance as he grabbed their hand and walked to an empty corner.

“woah okay—“ they followed pavitr, standing in a small corner waiting for him to talk.

“are you… [name]?” he asked, your name coming out of his mouth breaking his heart. their eyes went wide— the shock of their name coming out of his mouth indirectly.

“y-yeah i’m from earth 5100..” those words broke pavitr’s heart, a lump going down his throat as he smiled— knowing that they weren’t his.

they could see the obvious heartbreak in pavitr's eyes and its like they could feel his pain too; "i suppose you lost a variant of me in your world..?" they muttered as pavitr nodded— his tears planting his brown skin as their heart broke.

"can i..?" pavitr whispered, gesturing for a hug as they agreed with open arms— he rushed to their arms, breaking down in more tears as he felt your touch again— but not entirely yours.

"i'm so sorry.. im sure they're so proud of you for getting through this, i know you want them back but im not them."

"i know.. i just wished i could say i love you to them one last time." he muttered, his face buried in their neck as he cried harder— clutching their shirt.

he has no choice but to owe the fact that he lost you, and the person in front of him is oh so heartwarming to him, its not you and he has to accept that, but you're alive in his head.

© hearts4hobie-conitagray, all rights reserved. do not steal, translate, and rewrite without permission. love y’all mwah♥️ 💋

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Poll Vote Enemies To Lovers

Hi lovely readers, I wish you all a great weekend <3

The Tides That Bind Us by lululawlawlu (M)

It comes to Luffy in recurring dreams—sometimes as clouded visions, sometimes clear as the tropical waters it supposedly rests in. The minute details are ever-changing as the tides, but one thing is always constant—a red string coiled around his finger. It leads him down into the depths of the ocean, pulls him toward the thrill of discovering the holy grail of sunken ships. What was once the pirate king’s is now waiting for him, so what is he waiting for?

fighting tides and chasing you by aloas (T)

Law drops his hand as he watches Luffy escaping, slipping through Law’s fingers once again. His figure grows smaller as the distance between them gets bigger, and yet Law is far from disappointed. This is only their 19th encounter, and Law knows there will always be a next time.

Through the Night by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (T)

Law saved him. Law really knew, why he saved Luffy, why he had no choice to do so. And all he wanted was to stay with him. But of course, there was no chance. Only for a few days... he tried to carry his heart.

You wreck my plan, I wreck 'you' by KalonThorn (E)

A game of cat and mouse between two outlaws, where no one knows until the end who the mouse in this is.

The Duelists by KalonThorn (E)

Luffy decides to join the dueling club, where he meets one of the biggest prodigies in Hogwarts' history - Trafalgar D. Water Law. They soon begin to butt heads with each other, trying to up one another not only in spell-casting, but also in pranks and other insane stunts. 

Solar Eclipse by quackquackcey (E)

The story of the Hero and the Villain, and the accidental meeting that changed everything.~

Enchanted Ink and Devil's Helmet by quackquackcey (E)

A normal evening during closing hours of Luffy’s tattoo parlor turns sour, and somehow, two bitter rivals-turned-enemies are roped into a supernatural rollercoaster of a night, in which an old ghost comes to haunt them once again.~

Cats and Dogs, or Rather, Ducks by quackquackcey (M)

A story of how two people, who fight like cats and dogs, realize that perhaps, opposites really do attract. Or something like that.~

I hate you, at least I think I do by Anonymous (T)

Luffy and Law can't stand eachother they never could it was like oil and water till well, things change.

Prison of Deception by Orphan_Account (NR)

Luffy, a captain in the Marines, is tasked with guarding and interrogating the pirate prisoner, Trafalgar Law.

Alice, Alice, Don't You Know? by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead (T)

“You let your secret lesser hellhound eat the hat with your secret griffin feathers inside the lining, and you let your secret fireball brother send your stupid Alice brother with the hound?” Law shouted. “What the fuck, Sabo? How am I supposed to get your feathers out of Sunny and back to you without tipping off your brother?” “I’m sure you’ll think of something. That’s why you’re the best, Law. Better think fast, because I waited until he was five minutes out to call you. Thanks, Law!” There was a beep as Sabo hung up, and Law stared at the phone for five full seconds to process and scream internally instead of externally.

Sweets by Skypiea_Lulu (G)

Law hates his neighbor, he is loud, annoying and obnoxious, the problem is that he has to start socializing with him, but not in the way he expected.

The Alpha, the Omega, and everything in between by N_Moonbreeze (E)

The World Nobles were the only Alphas. The Omegas were their appointed servants, fit only to give up their bodies. The Omegas were to be given away and the non-existent Alphas to hide away. These are the ironclad rules of their world. After meeting one Monkey D. Luffy, Alpha Law ultimately decides that he doesn't actually give a shit about said rules. Until the same man, barely coherent on his operating table, utters one word that throws his whole world out of balance. "...alpha!"

-Mod Raiya

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My Little Shadow: Part Six (Azriel X Reader)

Warnings: Hypothermia, waking up in a strange place.

After traveling through the snowy landscape, Y/N starts to succumb to the cold. That is, until a certain Illyrian shadowsinger shows up to rescue her.

Part five Part seven

Tag list: @mis-lil-red

Cassian is in this one, and still upset about being left out last time!

We traveled like that for a couple more days.  At first I didn’t ask the shadows for assistance during the day, knowing we’d be stark against the white snow.

But by the third day, we were so cold that I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.

It still wasn’t enough.  I had started to carry Stella a few miles back, her small form shaking in my arms as we continued.

I had given her the extra set of clothes my mother had packed for me.  I was willing to die before I went back to Hewn City, but I wouldn’t let anything happen to Stella.

My limbs were so cold that I couldn’t feel them anymore, my trembling as I forced them to keep plodding through the snow.

I stumbled, falling into the snow with Stella in my arms.

She cried out my name, but my vision was going blurry.  It was so cold.

I heard her continue to shout, but I didn’t understand any of it.

My eye flutter shut, I knew this was the worst time to sleep but I couldn’t fight it.

A pair of warm hands held my shoulders, shaking me slightly.  “Hey, hey. I need you to open your eyes for me, little shadow.”

I recognise Azriel's voice, and I force myself to open my eyes.  “Azriel?”

His brow is knit together in worry, his eyes searching my face.  “What the hell happened?”

I’m unsure how to explain, not sure how much he knew, but I’m quickly distracted by my shadows, having followed Azriel back to me, wrapping around me in an attempt to warm me.

Azriel curses as my eyes start to close again, picking me up gently.

Azriel starts to talk with someone else, but I’m no longer aware of any of it, falling asleep against his warm body.

I wake up in a warm bed, and I shoot up, immediately regretting the decision as my head spins and the covers fall from me, making me feel even colder.

“Hey, be careful.”  I hear a male voice hiss, and as I lay back down I look over to see Azriel, tense in a chair beside the bed I was now resting in.

My shadows wrap around me defensively, and his eyes dart to them.  “They’ve been like that the whole time.  They only let me and Madja near.”

I cock an eyebrow at the unknown female’s name.

“She’s our healer.”  He says, grabbing a cup of tea off the bedside table, pushing it into my numb hands.  “Drink.”

I eye the cup of tea with suspicion.  “Where am I?”  I ask, turning and placing the cup back onto the table.

His eyes darkened at the discarded cup, but I didn’t reach to pick it back up.

Even if I was stuck in bed for the time being, I was sick of Males telling me what to do, and it would take a lot more than a few cranky glances to get me to change my mind.

“You’re in the night court.”  He said, crossing his arms.

I stiffen, my shadows swirled around me protectively, sensing my terror.

Stella.  My bones scream at me as I roll out of the bed, stumbling as I force myself to stand upright.

Azriel matched my defensive stance across the bed, and I growled, “What have you done with my sister?”

He blinks in surprise, the only sign that anything is wrong. “We haven’t done anything-”

I don’t wait for his response, my shadows wrapping around me until I’m completely encased in shadows, and I run through the closed door.

Hearing a startled clatter from inside, usually I’d take the time to enjoy the shock, but I didn’t have time.

I didn’t recognise these halls.  I ran through them, sending out shadow tendrils to search for Stella until-

Shoving through the door, I let my shadows go as I saw Stella playing, shocked to see the one and only Morrigan playing with her.

I ignore Morrigan, rushing to my little sister who grin at me, completely unaware as I envelope her in a tight hug.

“Are you okay?  Has anyone hurt you?”  I ask her, absorbed in examining her, looking for any injuries.

I hear Morrigan go to the door, presumably talking to Azriel, who I had felt arrive a moment earlier.

She shakes her head.  “No, I’m fine.  But look!”

She points behind her, to the window I hadn’t noticed.

I gasp as I look out the window, seeing green grass and sunlight.  I had thought he said…

“This isn’t the night court.”  I say, not letting my sister go, but craning my neck to see more.

When was the last time I had seen grass and daylight?

“Actually, it is.”  Morrigan's voice came out sounding… glittery.  That was the best way I could put it.

“I know what it feels like, having freedom after being in that place.  It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?”  She said, sitting on the floor next to me.

My chest tightened.  Freedom.  She had said freedom, because that was what I now had.

“What is this place?”  I asked, letting my sister go and walking over to the window, looking out at the street packed with happy people, not knowing how good they had it.

Azriel appeared next to me, and I didn’t flinch.

“This is Velaris, the city of starlight.”  He said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at him, and he was staring at me with a small smirk on his face.  “Now will you get back in bed, or will I have to carry you again?”

I snorted, but didn’t respond as I looked out the window again.  “I want to go outside.”  I breathed, unsure if he even heard me.

“Are you going to run off again?”  He asks, and I turn to shoot him a glare, but I see a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

I scoff, but don’t look away.  “I promise.”

He grins now.  “Great, but as soon as we get back, you’re back on bed rest.”

I roll my eyes, but turn around, my eyes drifting over to Morrigan.  She’s wearing a sweater that leaves her shoulders bare, the top of which is folded over and lacy.  Her golden hair is tied back to reveal her deep brown eyes that look at me with a touch of pity.

I can’t stand it, so I look away.

Azriel lets me take the lead, and I almost run face first into the chest of another male.  I look up and recognise him as the one Azriel had called Cass.

“Oh, hi.  I don’t think you ever got my name before you made a deal with my brother.  I’m Cassian.”  He says, and I don’t miss the hint of annoyance that still lingered at being left out.

I let out a little snort, but I extended my hand for him to shake.  “Y/N.  I didn’t know you two were brothers.”

He takes my hand with a death grip, shaking it so hard I felt as if my brain was rattling around in my skull as he amended, “Not by blood, but might as well be.  So is Rhys, even if he’s a hardass sometimes.”

I blink at the casual use of the highlord's name.  I looked around, making sure he wasn’t about to appear out of nowhere to correct Cassian.

But nothing happened.

“Rhys isn’t like other highlords, if that’s what you’re thinking.”  Cassain said, his voice a drawl as he continued to block the hallway.

All I really wanted to do was go outside.

“That’s great, but do you mind moving?”  I ask, staring into his eyes , making it clear I didn’t wish to be fucked with.

Morrigan laughed from behind me.  “You better listen to her Cass, she’s stronger than she looks.”

He chuckled, but looking at his brother, being silent as the night as he stood steadily behind me.

Whatever Cassian saw in his brother's face, he let out a dramatic sigh before moving out of our way.

I look at the front door, my lips tugging upwards despite my best efforts.

If this was where Stella and I would be staying, it would only be logical to take a look around.

And it didn’t hurt that I had Azriel by my side while I did so.

[beepersteeper]

Bedside Manner -- Astarion x Tav Fluff

Tav yells out for healing from way out of reach. She's been cornered by the enemies with only her sword and wits to keep her alive, and both were wearing very thin. She takes one more blow to her lower stomach and the edges of her vision start to fade to a deep red. She falls, dead weight onto the ground. Unable to keep any part of her crumpled body up.

“Get up!" Shadowheart screams, becoming surrounded  by the enemies that just took Tav down. “Someone get her up!"

“Dont you die on me damn you!" Astarion shouts disengaging from his fight and bolting to Tav's side. He saw her breathing shallow labored breaths holding pressure on a gaping wound on her stomach with her hands, now covered in thick blood, almost black with how deep the red is. “Let's not waste anymore blood, hm?" He tries in vain to comfort her with a joke while he opens the largest health potion he has and putting it to her lips. She grabs it and chugs the whole thing. He pushes her hand off the wound and adds a shirt from his pack to the wound applying better pressure than she was. “You need to get out of here. Now." He states without giving her an option to reject. He slaps a scroll of misty step into her hand “NOW!" he shouts.

She does and sets herself well outside of combat, watching her friends finish the fight.  Shadowheart and Karlach disappear,  Astarion misty steps himself to Tav, ignoring any possible loot there may have been. 

Tav tries to lift the makeshift bandage and before she can Astarion forces his hand onto it. “Leave it!" He scolds “you don't take off the bandage until it stops bleeding or we can get that greater restoration scroll. Just keep pressure."

He looks at his hands with her blood slipping between his hands. Where there would usually be hunger in his eyes, desperation and fear sat. No funny quips or sideways comments slip from his tongue. He gives her another bottle for her to drink and adds another shirt to the wound watching it quickly turn crimson. “Fuck” he curses under his breath “where the fuck is that cleric!"

“Must be pretty bad if you're worried about a little blood." She laughs weakly

“A little blood my arse. Have you seen yourself? Besides I thought I was the only one who is supposed to make you bloodless, hm?” He relaxes a bit, feeling better that she's alert, and joking. But mostly that he is sitting with her. Knowing that she's okay right now. "where in the nine hells is Shadowheart!?”

"Give her time,” Tav says, closing her eyes for more than a moment, " she'll get here.”

"Aht aht.” He says tapping her cheek with his hand to open her eyes. "you're going to open those pretty little eyes right now. You gotta stay with me. “ He urges. Shadowheart reappears and uses the scroll and sits back on her heels. And waits for the magic to take effect.

The magic was enough to save Tav from immediate peril but the wound still needs  stitched up, still bleeding but so much less. “The closest town is a two days walk, in peak shape. She'll bleed out by then” Shadowheart says, staring at the ground, trying not to consider Tav dying. 

"Just get me back and I'll do it myself. I've stitched bigger wounds on fellow soldiers, doing it myself can't be that much harder." She winces as Astarion changes his pressure on her stomach. 

“Rubbish." Astarion mutters “I've seen your attempt and mending clothes, you will not massacre your skin any more than it already is.” He slightly lifts the edge of her bandage to peak at the wound, still bleeding but slowed down enough to put on another rag. He tosses the soiled cloth to the side, replacing it with a clean one. "Just get us back. I'll get that closed. I've closed up my siblings' wounds before.”

With a flourish Shadowheart transports the party back to camp and Astarion carries her like the most fragile package to his tent, demanding that she lay down and  keep pressure. 

“Just… stay there. I'll be back.” He holds up his hands making the stop motion. He leaves the tent, hollering to the other party members for the things he needs “get me a bottle of something to knock her ass out without putting her to sleep. This is going to hurt, but I need her to be alert." coming back soon after with a bottle of whisky and a glass. He fills the glass and puts a length of fishing line and a needle and hands her the bottle.  “You're going to want to get real greedy with that. This isn't going to be pleasant. And I'm going to need to get you out of that” he points at her upper body. He holds her body weight as he delicately unties her broken armor and peels the soaked shirt off her frame. 

As she laid half dressed she listened, taking a large mouthful, feeling it burn down her throat. “If you wanted me out of my clothes this is a terrible time to ask" she chokes at the burn in her throat. And take another.

“Darling, I've gotten you out of your clothes several times already, this has nothing to do with that." He chuckles, letting himself breathe a little more freely calming his own nerves to steady his hans as he threads the fishing line through a thick needle. She nods at him signaling that she's ready.

He pours clean water into her wound to flush out any debris from and starts stitching her flesh. 

“fucksake" Tav winces but stays still clutching at the cloth below her. Trying to take her mind off the throbbing pain she asks “where'd you learn to do this?"

“it's a sappy story" he says “I think I can remember my mother fixing holes in the knees of my pants. When I was turned I vowed to keep some part of her alive." He shrugged “I can't even remember her face anymore, but when I sew something, or someone I suppose in this case, I feel like I almost can remember her. That and the scent of roses." He shrugs and shakes his head, continuing to focus on his patient. 

She takes another greedy mouthful, a trail of hot tears cut through the dirt and blood  on her face from the hot pain permeating from her stomach. 

“I know it's quite a sad story but I'm shocked it's brought you to tears.“ He pokes fun, still diligently tending to her open wound.

“You're stabbing me, repeatedly, asshole." She reminds "but I appreciate you sharing that with me.”

"Stabbing you” he chuckles to himself “You’ll to be fine.” He scoffs "Honestly you're the first person I've ever told, count yourself lucky.”

She tries to smile but a sharp pain rips through her mind "AHH” she hisses loudly rocketing her head back trying to keep center still, and drinks again, several throatfulls. Her mind starts to fall into a drunken haze, lessening the pain in her flesh.

“About halfway there darling." astarion whispers, not pulling his eyes from his work. “Your doing great." 

“Thanks for doing this." She says relaxing more into the whisky's embrace. “And thanks for getting me out of there. You really put your own neck on the line for me.”

“You're worth more to me alive than dead Tav." He says with a slight smile creeping at the corners of his mouth “who else would I hang out with on respite days?”

"you'd find someone to deal with you.” she laughs.

“perhaps, but they're not you.” He says trying to joke but unable to hide his sincerity. “I've grown quite fond of you, you know."

“Come off it." Tav says in disbelief “I'm not dying, you don't have to try to make me feel better like this."

“I mean it." He says tying a knot in a stitch “this" gestures to her stomach before continuing his work “just gave me the push to tell you. I forgot that you mortals are so very fragile." He stops for a moment letting his gaze meet hers. “I would be remiss if I had to watch you die and not tell you what you mean to me.”

A bashful smile becomes her lips "I'm not dying anytime soon. You're gonna have to tell me all this again when I'm not getting more drunk by the minute." She takes another drink and trails off into thought “you said I had pretty eyes." She chuckles and winces as he returns to the final stitches.

“I did.” He admits shaking his head and smiling “we’re just about done here. But you're not getting up and moving around to rip these stitches for a while. So think about what you need."

“Something to eat." She sighs “I'm starving."

“It's good that you have an appetite." He says “anything else?" He ties off the last few knots making sure it's secure. 

She lays quietly, trying to think through the waves of her intoxication. “Would it be too forward to ask for a kiss?”

"I don't think so.” He smiles, returning his needle to his sewing kit. He leaned over her and placed a quick and tender kiss on her lips tasting hints of whisky on her breath "Even better than I thought it would be” He coos. "Now just stay here, relax. I'll be right back.”

He returns with a bowl of stew in one hand, his chalice of blood in the other, a canteen around his body and  a roll of bandages in the crook of his elbow. "You think you can sit?” He asks, setting down all of the goods he's brought with him. After helping her sit he wraps the cloth around her waist several times tying it off with a knot over the wound to add pressure. He sits on a stool crossing his legs next to Tav drinking from his chalice slowly. Urging her to drink some water and eat something “Darling, you've drunk near this entire bottle” he reaches for the whisky bottle and sloshes the remaining quarter of the liquid “and you need to eat something before you pass out."

She obliges, taking small spoonfuls of her supper. “Thanks, Astarion, for everything today.” 

“Don't mention it." He waves his hand waving the notion of thanks away “you would have done the same. And who knows with the rate this group is going you very well might have to.” He laughs uncrossing his legs leaning his elbows on his knees with his hands dangling into the space between the two of them. He extends one of his hands for her to take.

She is hesitant at first but places her hand delicately in his. He puts his other hand on hers rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. 

“I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing." He laughs

"Maybe it's okay, not to know.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly. 

“What? Are we just supposed to go about our days as if nothing has changed?”

"what's changed?” She asked with a smirk "were just a couple of friends that hold hands now. Nothings wrong with that." 

"that…  sounds good to me.“ He smiles “now you need to go lay down and get some rest. You've gotta start healing, it'll be a couple of days till you're really back on your feet." He stands up helping her to her feet. "Let's get you back to your tent.”

She wobbles on her bloodless and drunken legs And falls into him. Astarion catches her and helps her back onto the bedroll below them.

"Looks like you're not going anywhere darling. Just stay here, I'll just sleep outside tonight.”

“Nonsense. I'll just get back to my tent, you're not sleeping outside." Tav argues propping herself up on her elbows and falling back down wincing from pain. Trying in vain to be the strong leader everyone is used to seeing. “Okay, maybe you're right." 

“what do you suggest then?” He asks, crossing his arms, unimpressed by her arguing,  concerned for her pain.

“Why won't you just stay?" She says plainly, nothing lacing her meaning “besides…” she trails off, worry painting her face "what if I rip my stitches or start getting worse.” She covers her face with her hands 

"What's actually wrong?" He asks kneeling down placing his hand on her shoulder, rubbing her skin trying to comfort her. 

"I'm scared okay?” She hisses through her tears, speaking frantically. "I've never been hurt this bad. I'm always the one who comes out unscathed. I don't get hurt. And then the one time I am hurt I'm on death's door. I'm scared of when it ultimately hurts more later because I know it will hurt more than it does now, than it did earlier. What if I started bleeding again and couldn't stop it. And no one knew. And I would just…” she starts to weep

Astarion shushes her while sitting next to her leaning on her his footlocker for support and rubs comforting circles on her shoulder “I'm not going to let that happen." He whispers. “I'm not going anywhere. Now get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up.” He grabs his cup and finishes the red liquid in it. “I promise.”

Tav falls asleep pretty quickly, with her hand holding onto the edge of his shirt for comfort, knowing that he's right there. 

Astarion reaches into his footlocker and grabs a book to read while he stands vigilant making sure Tav stays well through the night.

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

Written in the Stars: Chapter VII - A Tragedy

Chapter Summary: You're happy and sometimes forget the war rages on in the galaxy. Until it comes knocking on your door. An attack on your planet takes a lot from it… and you. You will need all the support you can get and your husband is there to provide it. What will you lose and what will you gain? And is the sun going to shine on you again?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, C-3PO, Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Rex, Fives, Jesse, R2-D2, Mace Windu, Sheev Palpatine

Word Count: 8232

A/N: Warning: this chapter has heavy angst at the beginning. And smut at the end. Again, if you're underage or don't like reading such scenes, skip from: "He carries you to the bed and lays you down." to: "He kisses your forehead and pulls out.". Gif is not mine. The words of an oath are inspired by a real one. Enjoy!

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It's been almost three years since the Clone Wars have started. It seems odd to you. So many things have happened in such a short time. You fell in love (although you suspect your feelings for Anakin started blooming around the time you first met), got into a secret relationship and then got married. It seems it happened so fast to you. But you don't regret it. You've never been happier. But every once in a while, clouds cover the sun…

The day starts normally, innocently. You join your father and mother for meetings, work in your room, spend time with your family, go visit the people… Same day as every day.

But it changes when you take a walk. You do it because you're tired after having a difficult conversation with the Chancellor Palpatine over the holocoms. You need to clear your head, so you go with Lanash and C-3PO to the woods outside of the palace walls. It does relax you and allows you to find a peace of mind. Until there's an explosion behind your back.

'What on the gods?!' your maid shouts, holding to C-3PO to regain her balance, as the ground shakes from the impact. You turn around and your eyes go wide. There's smoke over the city. But what's even more horrifying, ships show up on the sky. So many of them.

'Oh no,' the droid gasps. 'Are we being invaded?'

'How they were not spotted?' Lanash asks with wide eyes. 'They shouldn't have entered the atmosphere if they have hostile intentions.'

You agree with her, so you immediately dial spaceships on guard duty. All lines are dead. You look with dread at your companions.

'I fear our atmosphere guard was either taken hostage… or they're all dead,' you say.

'What are we going to do?' Threepio asks. Instead of answering, you call someone else. You know your father is too busy at the moment. You have to call for help.

'Princess [Y/N], something the matter is?' Yoda's hologram asks.

'Master Yoda, our planet is under attack,' you say quickly. 'I don't know yet by whom. But our sky is dark from their ships. I fear our ships in the space that were supposed to protect and warn us are… gone. There's too many of them. I don't think we can battle them on our own.'

'Hold your ground, you must,' the Jedi says. 'Send help immediately, I will.'

'Thank you, Master Yoda,' you say, relieved.

'May the Force be with you, Your Highness.'

'And with you.'

You end the call. You look up. You hear and see more explosions.

'We should be safe here,' Lanash speaks up after a moment.

'I'm not going to hide,' you say, straightening your back. Before they can stop you, you dash toward the palace, knowing very well that's where your enemies will be heading. They scream after you but you ignore them. Your heart is beating fast. You have to be with your people. With your family.

By the time you get to the palace, the fights are all over the city, maybe even the planet. The enemy is already inside your home. Before you get into a secret passage, you notice what armors they're wearing. It causes you to stop in shock. Jantoth. They're Jantothains.

You will regret this. This isn't over.

'No…' you whisper, horrified, and dash into the secret passage. A moment later Lanash and C-3PO (who was almost carried by your maid) rush in after you. They managed to catch up to you when you stopped.

'Please, tell me I saw wrong,' she whispers. 'They can't be-'

'They are,' you answer grimly. 'Come on. We must get into the Throne Room.'

You sneak quietly through the secret corridors. You wince at the screams and sounds of battle. Your heart is beating fast. For the first time in your life, you're not sure if you're going to make it out alive.

'My lady, I think we should stay here,' Lanash whispers. 'We should keep you safe. If something happens to you-'

'I don't care,' you interrupt her. 'I must be with my family.'

You reach the hidden door to the throne room a moment later. You open it and sneak inside, your friends behind you. You're behind many pillars, hidden from everyone that doesn't know about this place. You freeze when you hear a voice that doesn't belong to anyone from your family. Your friends drag you back into the shadows. But you still can see what's happening in the room.

To your horror your family is kneeling on the floor, their wrists tied behind their backs. They're surrounded by soldiers. And around the room is pacing… Jordari.

'My patience is running out, Your Majesty,' he says, irritated. 'I'll ask one more time. Where is [Y/N]?'

'Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you,' your father responds. 'You'd be wise to get off of my planet.'

'Why would I do that?' the Prince laughs. 'You have no chance with my army.'

'It won't be long before the Republic comes to our aid,' the King explains. 'Your army and the droids the Separatists lent you are going to be in a deep trouble then. I'd reconsider your moves if I were you.'

Your eyes go wide. Separatists? Jantoth has joined the Alliance? When did this happen?

'I wouldn't be so sure they're going to be here so fast,' Jordari snorts. 'They never are.'

'You're in for a surprise then,' Andrrei says. You admire him for being so calm and collected in this situation. Would you be if it was you?

'I don't think so,' the Prince says, stopping in front of your father. 'And since you're so against collaborating, I think you need a little encouragement.'

He nods at one guard. He walks to Astrariel and yanks her up by her hair. She yelps and you make a move toward her, but C-3PO and Lanash quickly stop you. Your sister is brought to Jordari, who turns her so she'd be facing the King and presses a knife to her throat. Your heart is beating fast.

'Where is [Y/N]?' the Prince asks and smirks. 'Or is your older daughter worth more to you than your younger one?'

'They both mean the world to me and I value them equally,' Andrrei says, barely restraining himself. 'So, I won't trade one for the other. Let her go. Now.'

'You see, the mistake you keep making is that you believe you have any power here,' Jordari says and swiftly slices Astrariel's throat. 'While you don't.'

Your maid quickly puts her hand on your mouth. But you're too shocked to make any sound. Contrary to your mother, who screams in pain. Your father stares into your sister's eyes, watching as the life slowly leaves them. Before it happens, she's dropped on the floor.

'No… help her,' the King demands. 'Help her!'

'It's okay… daddy…' Astrariel says and takes in her last breath. You cry as you stare into your sister's lifeless eyes.

'Where is [Y/N]?' Jordari asks. 'Tell me or your wife is next.'

'You're a monster,' Lyra says between sobs. She's slapped immediately. The Prince walks to her and grabs her face with one hand.

'Anything you'd like to add, Your Majesty?' he says through gritted teeth. Your mother stares fearlessly into his eyes.

'You will never accomplish anything in your life, because you don't have a heart,' she says. 'Nothing makes me so glad as the fact my daughter is not and never will be your wife.'

She spats at him. He roars in anger… and plunges the knife in her heart.

'LYRA!' Andrrei yells in agony, drowning out the whimper you make this time. Your mother looks at him with love and smiles. Jordari lets go of her and she falls on the floor. You're all forced to watch her die.

'I didn't want to do that,' the Prince says once her chest stops moving. 'I believe you wouldn't let her die.'

'That's why she provoked you,' your father says, his voice croaked. 'She preferred to die than to endanger her daughter.'

'I will find her anyway,' Jordari says, walking to the King.

'Oh, I don't doubt it,' Andrrei says and smiles. 'Or maybe she'll find you. And then you'll understand why I told you to run.'

They stare at each other for a moment. You struggle against Lanash and C-3PO, knowing what will happen in a moment.

'I really didn't want this to happen,' the Prince finally says. 'But you brought this on yourself.'

He stabs your father in the stomach and twists the knife. The King doesn't make a sound and keeps staring into his murderer's eyes. You cry and shake in your friends arms.

'Find the Princess!' Jordari orders, pulling the knife out, making Andrrei fall. 'I want her alive!'

One by one, your enemies leave the room. Once they're sure they're gone, your maid and droid let go of you. You run to your father and take him in your arms. He's still alive, but he's nearly there.

'Dad…' you whisper, caressing his face. 'Daddy…'

He opens his eyes and smiles. He tries to lift his hand. You take it and press it against your cheek.

'I'm glad… you stayed there…' he wheezes. 'You have… a chance now… You'll be… an amazing queen… You'll make me… proud… You already do… sunshine…'

'No, don't leave me!' you beg, sobbing. 'Please, don't go… I'm not ready… Please…'

'You are…' your father whispers, closing his eyes. 'You've been… for a long time… I love you… Don't blame yourself… for this…'

'I love you too,' you cry. 'So much…'

Your father smiles… and his hand goes limp in your hold. His chest is not moving anymore.

'No… no, no, no…' you sob and press your face to his chest. You allow yourself to cry for a bit. But then, you press a kiss to your father's forehead and stand up. You say your goodbyes to your mother and sister and kiss their foreheads, ignoring how their blood stains your dress. Then, you head to the throne.

'Your Highness?' you hear a voice. You whirl around. You see soldiers gathered at the threshold, staring with shock at the massacre. Your eyes land on Lanash and C-3PO.

'They were in the dungeons,' your maid explains. 'We thought… I mean, they wouldn't look for you here…'

You understand. Not only did they allow you to say goodbye in peace, but they found the soldiers as well. But they feel guilty for leaving you alone. Your look softens.

'You did well,' you assure them.

'What's our next move, Your Hi- Your Majesty?' Hawk asks, his voice cracking at the end. You turn around and walk to the throne. You pull out your father's sword, the sword of the kings and queens, and turn back.

'Let's take back our planet,' you say, your voice determined and cold. 'And make them pay for what they did.'

*

Anakin slays another droid and glares at Obi-Wan. Beside him Ahsoka does her best to watch his back. They're advancing toward the palace.

'How come we weren't informed Jantoth has joined the Separatists?' Skywalker asks and continues fighting.

'I think we didn't know,' Kenobi answers solemnly.

'How is that possible?' Tano asks.

'I wish I knew,' the oldest Jedi sighs. They continue forward. Anakin scoffs and his face twists into a scowl when he sees Jordari in front of them, on the courtyard in front of the palace.

'I'm calling dibs on the little prince,' he says.

'I'm afraid no harm can come to him,' his former master reminds him.

'Oh, and they can do harm to all these people?!' his friend asks, furious.

'No, but we're better than them,' Obi-Wan reminds him. His former padawan scoffs but continues onward in silence. The Jedi and Clones beside him to the same.

Suddenly, the door to the palace bang open. You stand in the threshold, your clothes and body covered in blood even more.

'[Y/N],' Skywalker sighs with relief. He's terrified to see so much blood on you, but you're standing straight so he assumes it's not yours. At least not most of it.

You are surrounded by your soldiers. With them you slowly descend the stairs, your eyes fixed on Jordari. He sees you as well and smirks. Oh, you can't wait to wipe that smirk off of his face.

'Princess! How nice of you to join us!' he calls and shoots another of your people. Your nostrils flare. Your grip on your sword tightens.

'You're going to pay for what you did,' you say, your voice strangely calm. 'All of it.'

'No, Princess, you're the one that's paying,' he snorts. 'I told you this wasn't over. You should have just agreed to marry me.'

'After what you've done, I'm even more glad I hadn't,' you say, seething. 'You don't deserve to be the king of people of this planet.'

He shakes, enraged. Before he can say another word, you take off your bracelet and throw it at his feet. He stares at it, stunned.

'We'll settle this with a duel,' you demand. 'If you win, you will be the king of Luth. I win, you and your people leave for good. I don't want to see any of you here ever again. Agreed?'

'Very well,' the Prince snorts. He puts away his blaster and takes out his sword. You start circling each other, both angry, both determined.

Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan dart to you. But Juando extends a hand, stopping them.

'No,' he says. 'She has to do it alone.'

'Are you crazy?!' Skywalker growls. 'She needs help!'

'She can manage,' Juando says and stares at you sadly. 'She must.'

'But… why?' Tano asks. 'We can help her.'

'Because her taking up that sword can mean only one thing,' the General says with sorrow.

'Which is?' Kenobi asks, frowning. The man who fought many battles with your father gulps.

'The King is dead,' he answers. The Jedi stare at him with horror. In the meantime, you and Jordari start your duel. It is watched by everyone in silence.

'Right now, she has to prove to everyone she can protect this planet,' Juando says. 'She must win this alone.'

Obi-Wan nods gravely. Ahsoka bites her lips, nervous. Anakin looks at you with despair.

The duel continues. It is hard to determine who will win. But then you catch the glimpse of the Jedi. Seeing your husband here and your friends gives you a needed boost. You block the next move of your opponent and attack him without letting him to give you a blow. His eyes become wide with fear.

At last, you disarm him and make him fall on his bottom. You press the tip of your sword to his chest. He stares at you with terror in his eyes. You stare at him with hatred in yours. You raise your weapon to strike… when you remember a memory from when you were seven years old and your father started to teach you how to be a good queen…

'A good ruler doesn't allow anger, hate nor sorrow to control their actions and decisions,' he said to you, as you were strolling through garden. 'Mercy, compassion, kindness… these are the qualities of a good king or queen. You should follow your heart but also keep a level head to control it.'

'But what if someone does something bad?' you asked then, frowning. 'Like, murdering a lot of people?'

'Let them stand trial,' he answered. 'And if they can't be put to one for some reason, don't rush your decision. Think what would be best for our planet. Even if it breaks your heart.'

'It's not easy being a ruler,' you sighed. He chuckled. He looked up at the setting sun.

'No, it is not,' he agreed and put a hand on your head with a kind smile. 'But I have no doubt in my mind that you're going to be a very wise and good one…'

You swallow down your tears. You want to kill him. But that won't be the best option in this situation. So, you crush your hate and lower your sword to the side. Jordari stares at you in bewilderment.

'Leave and never return,' you say, your voice cold. 'If I ever see you again… if you ever dare to attack my planet again… there will be no mercy for you. Now go. Go!'

His soldiers hurry to his side and help him up. They drag him away to his ship. You stare at it and all other ones until they rise up to the sky and disappear. Then, you look at your soldiers.

'Long live the Queen!' Juando shouts and falls on his knee.

'Long live the Queen!' soldiers and other subjects shout, kneeling as well. 'Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!'

You stare at them for a long moment, your expression unreadable. When the chant stops, your eyes fall on the figure of your father's friend.

'General, with me,' you order. He gets up and heads your way. You cast one glance at the Jedi and turn on your heal. You hurry back to the palace, the sword still clutched in your hands.

When Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka manage to finally catch up to you, you're standing in the middle of the throne room. Tano gasps at the sight of the bodies of your family that are being examined now. Her companions stare at them in shock as well.

'What a monster…' Skywalker says, enraged, clenching his fist. 'The Queen and Astrariel as well? Why?'

'He wanted to know where Princess [Y/N] was,' they hear. They turn their heads and see Lanash coming their way. Her clothes are bloodied as well but she doesn't look injured. But she looks very tired and stricken with grief.

'He used them as leverage,' she explains. 'When threatening Princess Astrariel didn't work, he did the same with the Queen. But she provoked him into killing her. With no other leverage… he killed the King.'

'You saw that?' Kenobi asks, stunned. Your maid nods.

'We were outside,' she says. 'Me, my lady and C-3PO. We got back by a secret passage. We stayed hidden until they left. The Princess… she wanted to rush in and save her family. But Threepio and I held her back… There were too many of them…'

'You did well,' Obi-Wan praises her. 'You saved her life. And yours. You couldn't have helped them. You'd only end up dead yourself or…'

'Sell our planet to them,' she finishes in a whisper when he cuts himself off. He nods gravely. They all look at you. You look so small and lost…

'What now?' Ahsoka asks quietly.

'Now… we must keep to every formality,' Lanash says and exhales shakily. 'Examine the bodies to confirm our version, so no one has any doubts. Then… we bury our dead. After that the coronation. And then… we grief and rebuild.'

'It won't be easy,' Kenobi says quietly, staring at you sadly.

'No,' your maid agrees and forces a smile. 'But we'll get through it. She will get through it. With the help of friends.'

She gives Anakin a pointed look. He nods, letting her know he understands what she tries to say. He looks back at you. He sees Juando and Hawk walking to you and talking to you quietly. You nod numbly and go toward a private door.

'Excuse me, I must see to her,' Lanash says and hurries after you. The Jedi stare after you two sadly. Rex enters the room, his expression grim.

'Orders, sir?' he asks.

'Help wherever you can,' Anakin answers. The Clone nods and walks away. Ahsoka follows him. Kenobi grabs Skywalker's shoulder.

'Give her a moment to gather herself… and go to her,' he says, surprising his friend. 'You're her best friend, she needs you at the moment.'

The younger Jedi nods, looking at his former master with gratitude. His companion pats him on the back and then they go to help.

*

Anakin knocks on the door softly. It opens after a moment and he sees C-3PO, who somehow also looks as if filled with sorrow.

'Oh, Master Anakin!' he says and lets the Jedi in. 'How good you're here. Please, she's in the bedroom.'

Skywalker hurries after the droid to the pointed room. He stops in the threshold. His heart breaks at the sight of you.

You're in your nightgown, your hair is loose. Your face is white, your eyes red and puffy. You look so fragile, so broken…

'[Y/N]…' he says softly, his voice breaking. You look up and he's relieved to see a spark of light returning to your eyes.

'Anakin…' you whisper and stand up. He hurries to your side and takes you in his arms. You clench your fists in his robes and soon your body is shaking from the sobs. C-3PO quietly closes the door, leaving the two of you alone.

'I'm so sorry,' your husband says, crying as well. 'I should have been there. Or at least I should have arrived faster. I'm so, so sorry…'

'You didn't know this was going to happen,' you say, your voice muffled by his chest. 'You were needed elsewhere. And you arrived as fast as you could, I know it. I don't blame you. The only ones to blame are Jantoths.'

He holds you tighter, closing his eyes. You stand like that for a long time, grieving together. His presence gives you a lot of strength.

Some time later, you're sitting on your bed. He's leaning on the headboard and you on him, closed in his arms. You don't speak for a bit.

'I hate to ask it… but what now?' he breaks the silence at last. 'With us, I mean?'

'… Since my people know about us, we both should be crowned as king and queen,' you respond after a beat. 'But given the circumstances… I think they would understand if you… if we… wait a bit.'

'What about you?' he asks quietly. 'What do you want?'

You mull the question for a moment. You want him by your side. But that would be selfish of you. Still, you don't want to lie to him. He'd know if you did anyway.

'I would love to be crowned with you by my side,' you answer. 'Of course, I understand if you-'

'How are we going to do it?' he interrupts you. 'I don't think the rest of the world should know about it and I imagine the coronation is going to be quite public.'

Warmth feels your chest. He doesn't ask how would you do it, he asks how will you do it. There's no hesitation, no pondering. He wants to be by your side as he should. Or at least as much as he can.

'The coronation is taking place in the Temple of All Gods,' you start. 'We must invite our friends, allies, senators, kings, queens… Chancellor Palpatine. But they will only observe my journey from the palace to the temple and then attend the feast. The most important part, the coronation, is an intimate act. I will enter the temple alone and there the priests will crown me as the queen. You will observe the "parade" with other Jedi and then you will sneak inside the temple. Lanash can show you a secret entrance. Inside, a priest will wait for you to take you to me and we'll be crowned together.'

'That… is a very good plan,' he says and grins. 'It can work.'

'At least it should,' you say. 'People of Luth should know of course about it. They will demand to know if you are/were crowned with me. They expect it. About 501st and Ahsoka-'

'They must know as well,' he puts in. You nod, agreeing to it. You sigh and close your eyes.

'I'm scared…' you whisper after some time. Anakin pulls slightly away and cups your face. You look at him with sad eyes.

'Whatever comes next, we will face it together,' he promises you. 'You're going to be a wonderful, kind, strong queen. And I will do anything I can to support you. We can do this.'

You smile at him and he smiles back. He kisses your forehead and pulls you back into the hug. He comforts you like that for a really long time. When he has to go, he does it reluctantly. If it were up to him, he would stay at least for the next few days.

The day after is very hard for you. You get a lot of calls with condolences. Some more honest (Padmé, Bail), some less (Palpatine). At the same time, you must plan your coronation, prepare the funeral for the dead and govern your country. You want to scream at the end of the day. And it continues for the next few.

Finally, the Jedi receive an invitation for the coronation. The funeral of your family has already been held. It was a private ceremony, no one from the outside was invited. But the coronation is supposed to be grand and very public, so the most of the most important people in the galaxy are here.

'It looks like a perfect opportunity for a terrorist attack,' Fives says grumpily. Some Clones were invited as well.

'Who would be stupid to attack in this weather?' Jesse asks, staring at the gray clouds. It's pouring which adds to the already grim atmosphere.

'Some may think it's a perfect cover,' Rex puts in.

'Can you stop?' Anakin sighs.

'Apologies, sir,' Fives says. 'But you must admit that so many politicians, Jedi, soldiers in one place is asking for trouble.'

'Oh, he already discussed it with his wife,' Ahsoka says.

'Shh! Keep it down, Snips!' Skywalker hushes her, looking around nervously. Tano rolls her eyes.

'Relax, SkyGuy,' she says. 'If anyone had heard me, they will just think I'm teasing you. Most of the people jokingly calls you a "married couple".'

'It doesn't mean someone can't understand it in another way,' her master hisses. She just sighs and doesn't say anything more.

'So, about that conversation with your not-wife, General?' Jesse asks. Anakin glares at him. Others try not to snicker.

'There is no danger,' Skywalker says. 'The security is very high. Plus… among the guests are some really important Separatists leaders.'

'What?!' his companions ask at the same time, surprised. He sighs.

'She used to be friends with them before they left the Republic,' he explains. 'She felt she has to invite them. Plus, it makes the risk of our enemies attacking smaller, since they're here.'

'But there are still things that can go wrong,' Fives points out.

'Guys… please, stop,' the Jedi Knight sighs. 'I'm already nervous as it is.'

Others exchange a look. Ahsoka smiles and puts a hand on his shoulder.

'It's gonna be okay,' she assures him. 'And you're going to be great.'

'I won't be able to properly be their king,' he says quietly after a beat. 'To properly support her. Help her.'

'There's no "proper" way for this, sir,' Rex says. 'You just have to do the best you can with the means you have. And we know you will. Not only because you love your wife. But also because you care.'

'That's why we all admire you, sir,' Jesse says. 'Because you actually care. More than you should as a Jedi.'

Skywalker looks at them with wide eyes, moved. He smiles.

'Thanks, guys,' he says and quickly becomes serious, because other Jedi that are present join them. It's time. And true enough, soon they hear drums.

What seems like a long time after, as a tradition commands, you show on the street in a chariot. Anakin's breath hitches. You look spectacular in your white and golden dress. He can't wait to take a closer look at it. And maybe take it off.

Because the Jedi are your close friends, they have one of the best views. Thanks to that, they clearly see the moment the chariot stops in front of the temple and you step out of it. The guards stay outside, as the priests lead you inside. The huge doors close loudly and silence falls.

'It's… terribly grim for a coronation, isn't it?' Ahsoka asks hesitantly. 'I thought they're going to be more cheerful.'

'We may be crowning a new ruler, but that means we had to bury our previous ones,' a new voice suddenly speak. 'We're still grieving. It doesn't feel right for us to cheer just yet.'

Everyone turns and sees Lanash joining them. C-3PO shows up a second later.

'You're right, of course,' Obi-Wan says, nodding solemnly, then looks at her with curiosity. 'To be honest, I thought at least you're going to be with [Y/N].'

'No one is allowed inside,' she denies, shaking her head. She gives Anakin a look. He nods and turns slightly to his troopers.

'I need you to distract others and keep them occupied,' he murmurs. His soldiers and padawan nod.

'You can count on us, sir,' Rex says quietly. Tano steps up first.

'Master Yoda, were you present on the coronation of King Andrrei?' she asks.

'Yes,' the old Jedi master confirms. 'Beautiful, it was. Sad, but touching. Married to his wife, he already was. Both crowned, they were. A sight to behold, it was. Although, nicer, the weather was.'

'Yes, that makes everyone worried,' Threepio says, troubled. Everyone looks at him.

'According to a superstition, the weather on the coronation reflects how the reign of the ruler is going to go,' the droid explains. 'The rain doesn't bode well.'

'That sounds interesting,' Five says. 'Please, tell us more about it.'

C-3PO is startled by it, but seeing Skywalker sneaking off with Lanash, he understands his role. So, he begins the tale of this superstition and how many times it actually came true. In the meantime, your maid takes your husband away.

*

Anakin and Lanash reach a secret entrance. Your maid activates it and a door in a wall slides open. A dark corridor looms ahead. She reaches for a torch, lights it and hands it to Skywalker with a smile.

'Good luck,' she whispers.

'Thanks,' he murmurs and steps inside. The moment he does, the door closes. Feeling claustrophobic, he hurries forward. A few minutes later he sees a light. He rushes toward it and finds himself at the exit. Behind it stands a priest.

'Welcome, Anakin Skywalker,' he says, raising his hands. 'We are glad you've decided to do this.'

'I knew what I was getting into when I proposed to [Y/N],' the Jedi says, putting away the torch. 'It may have come sooner than I thought and hoped, but I'm not going to back down. I'm just sorry it can't be in the way you deserve.'

'We're satisfied with you being here for now,' the priest says and leads him down another corridor, this one lighted. 'But be aware, that sooner or later the people of Luth will demand for you to take more active part in our affairs.'

'I understand,' your husband says. A few minutes later they enter a chamber. Anakin's heart skips a beat when he sees you waiting on a chair. You smile and the priest bows to you both.

'We'll start in a few minutes,' he says and leaves you. You stand up and meet Skywalker halfway. You embrace.

'Thank you,' you say quietly.

'Of course,' he murmurs. You wait in silence. Finally, the large doors open and you hear singing. You pull away and stand shoulder to shoulder.

'Ready?' he asks, nervous.

'I was born for it,' you answer calmly and squeeze his hand for a second. 'And you?'

'With you by my side?' he asks. 'I'm ready for anything.'

You smile and you two start walking. You enter the main chamber. It's full of statues of the gods. On both your sides there are rows of singing priests, each of them holding a candle. At the end, there's a statue of the first recorded king and queen of Luth. Beneath it, stand two priests – one male, one female. You reach them and fall on your knees. Silence falls.

'We lost so much recently,' the female priestess – Ayla – says. 'But we must not allow our grief to consume us. A new dawn has risen. And with it we're getting a new queen and a new king. Today, in front of the gods and with us as the witnesses, they will make their oaths to lead this planet justly and kindly. And then, by the power the gods have vested in us, we will crown them.'

Two other priests walk to you and put cloaks on your shoulders. The male priest – Korg – walks down to you with the Book of the Laws. He offers it to you.

'Princess [Y/N], place your right hand on the book and the left one on your heart,' he asks, You do as he says, your heart beating fast.

'Do you swear,' he starts, 'to be the protector and defender of the planet Luth and its people in all ways that you can be of help so far as you shall he supported by the gods' aid, according to your knowledge and ability?'

'I swear,' you answer.

'Do you swear,' he asks, 'to your power cause law and justice, in mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?'

'I swear,' you confirm and look him in the eyes. 'The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me gods.'

'So be it,' he says seriously. You drop your hands. Korg turns to Anakin.

'General Skywalker, place your right hand on the book and the left one on your heart,' he says. Skywalker does so, trying to remain calm.

'Do you swear,' the priest starts, 'to be the protector and defender of the planet Luth and its people in all ways that you can be of help so far as you shall he supported by the gods' aid, according to your knowledge and ability?'

'I swear,' the Jedi answers.

'Do you swear,' Korg asks, 'to your power cause law and justice, in mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?'

'I swear,' your husband confirms.

'And do you swear,' the priest asks for the last time, 'to support your wife, our queen, and help her rule this planet rightfully, wisely and with heart?'

'I swear,' Anakin says and looks him in the eyes. 'The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me the Force.'

'So be it,' Korg says. Skywalker drops his hands. You watch the priest walk back up the stairs. He passes the book to another priestess. He and Ayla spread their arms.

'In the presence of gods and with us as witnesses, they made their oaths,' the priestess declares. 'Let us now crown them, so they could rule this planet rightfully and protect its people.'

They now descent the stairs to you. Two priests with two bowls approach you. Ayla and Korg put their fingers in the bowls and then they stand in front of you.

'The crown from the gods,' they say at the same time. The priestess draws a symbol on your forehead, while the priest does the same for Skywalker.

The priests with bowls walk away. In their place priestesses with crowns show up. Ayla and Korg take the crowns and approach you again.

'The crown from the people,' they say together. The priest puts the crown on your head and priestess does the same for the Jedi. All at once it feels real. It's not the dream. You're the queen now.

'It is done!' Ayla says. '[Y/N] [L/N], Anakin Skywalker, you've been crowned as the queen and king of Luth. Live true to the oaths you said today, follow your hearts and be wise in your rule. And you'll make your ancestors proud. Now rise… and go to your people.'

You and your husband stand up. The cloaks are taken from your shoulders. You turn around and leave the main chamber. The doors close behind you. You both exhale shakily.

'So… no turning back now,' the Jedi breaks the silence. You smile slightly and reach for him. He takes your hand in his. You look at each other.

'We can do this,' you say. 'Together.'

'Together,' he confirms and walks to you. You kiss softly, wanting this moment to never end. But it's not over. You pull away with regret.

'You should return to others now,' you say. 'And I'll… present myself to the people.'

'I love you,' he says and kisses your forehead.

'And I love you,' you respond. He leaves the room. Outside the priest from before is already waiting. You give him a minute, then leave as well. Other priests are already waiting for you.

Outside the temple, 501st, Ahsoka, R2-D2 and C-3PO are doing their best to make sure no one notices Skywalker's absence. But no one can fool Obi-Wan forever.

'Wait a minute,' he interrupts Jesse's story, frowning. 'Where is Anakin?'

Everyone looks around. Tano desperately tries to think of something. Threepio looks up.

'Oh, well, at least it stopped raining,' he says. 'And I think the sun is trying to shine through.'

Kenobi opens his mouth to say something, but at that moment the doors to the temple open. At the same time what the droid said tuns out to be true, because the sun comes out from behind the clouds. At once, the city is covered with rainbows. People gasp and cheer.

You come into the sun beams and look up. You smile, unaware that your husband is doing exactly the same thing by the secret entrance, as he exited it the moment you left the temple.

'What do rainbows mean?' Rex asks C-3PO, smiling.

'Oh, honestly, it's the best that could have happened,' the droid answers, excited. 'Rainbows mean prosperity, peace, joy and justice.'

'Peace and justice, huh?' Windu asks, staring at the rainbows. 'It would be good if it was a prophecy for the whole galaxy.'

'Who knows, maybe it is?' Skywalker, who's just showed up along with Lanash, asks. At once everyone looks at him.

'Anakin, where have you been?' Obi-Wan asks.

'We've tried to look inside the temple,' your maid lies to everyone's horror. 'Oh, don't worry. It's a tradition. During every coronation someone tries to look in. I was nervous about my lady, so I tried to take a peek. Luckily, General Skywalker noticed and followed me. He made sure I didn't do something stupid like storming through the window.'

'Well, she almost did that,' your husband lies, earning a glare from her. His former master shakes a head at him, but his eyes tell he's amused.

'Wow, that dress looks so pretty now,' Ahsoka says. Everyone follows her gaze and see you descending the stairs, waving at clapping and cheering people. Turns out there are crystals on your dress that are now shining and glistening in the sun.

'Did she know it's going to be sun after all?' Fives asks.

'No, but she hoped for it,' Lanash explains and smiles. 'She's always an optimist.'

You get on the chariot. You're now to take a ride along the capital to see your people and let them see you. Then, you will go back to the palace for the feast.

'They seem more cheerful now,' Ahsoka says, looking at the crowd below.

'Mostly because of the rainbows, I guess,' Lanash says. 'But yes. We're happy.'

'Good queen, she's going to be,' Yoda says and everyone turns to him. 'Feel it, I do.'

Your maid smiles and excuses herself. She must come back to you. Others return their gazes to you. Anakin does it just in time to see you looking up. You smile at each other. Whatever happens now, neither of you has fear. Because you have each other.

*

The feast is loud and messy. Very quickly you want to throw all the guests out. Lanash and Obi-Wan barely manage to stop you from doing that. Mostly by directing you to people you actually like and want here when someone annoys you too much.

'Difficult times are ahead of you, dear [Y/N],' Palpatine says when, unfortunately, you have to stop to chat to him. 'You have to show strength but also not too much. And, of course, make people to trust you, while your government to listen to you.'

'I've been schooled for this since I was seven years old, Chancellor,' you say, annoyed he's so forward with you. 'And I'm not alone in it. I have faith I'll manage.'

'Of course, of course,' he chuckles. 'But if you ever need an advice, I'm only a call away.'

'I'll remember that,' you respond, forcing a smile. 'Now, excuse me, I've just noticed Padmé and I haven't talked to her yet.'

Without waiting for a response, you hurry away. You maneuver your way to Amidala and link your arms with her.

'Save me and walk with me,' you beg.

'Who are we running from?' she laughs. But she obliges and walks with you.

'Palpatine,' you say through gritted teeth. Her smile falls.

'I wish you two would get along,' she sighs.

'Oh, no problem,' you snort. 'He just has to stop being so fake and condescending.'

'He's not fake-' she starts to argue.

'Pad, we've argued about it a lot of times,' you interrupt her. 'Let's not do this again. Not today.'

She sighs but nods. For a moment you stroll in silence. You nod your head politely at everyone who bows to you.

'How are you holding up?' the Senator asks at some point, worried. 'Really.'

'It's hard,' you answer after a moment. 'I keep expecting to wake up… and see them. Alive.'

'If you ever need to talk…' your friend says with sorrow. You smile at her and squeeze her arm.

'I know,' you say. 'Thank you. I hope it also means I can call you when I'm going to need an advice on ruling?'

'Of course,' she confirms. 'But I don't think you're going to need it.'

You smile at each other. You open your mouth to say something, but just then Ahsoka joins you. She shoots a look at the door.

'Senator, I was hoping for a moment of your time,' she says. You look at the door and see your husband hiding in the shadows.

'Of course,' Padmé says and unlinks your arms. 'Unless, you-'

'Go, I need some time alone anyway,' you say. You share a brief hug and two women walk away. You quickly hurry toward the door, avoiding any conversations that people try to start with you.

'Anakin?' you call in a hushed voice. Suddenly, a hand grabs your wrist and you're pulled into the shadows.

'It's me,' Skywalker quickly whispers and pecks your lips. 'Maker, I wanted to do that for the whole evening.'

'Why did you decide now?' you ask quietly. He sighs.

'We're going to leave soon,' he explains. 'I wanted to say goodbye.'

'Then let's do it properly,' you say and take his hand. Quickly, you guide him through the corridors to your bedroom. You barely close the door when his lips are on yours again. You sigh and answer the kiss hungrily.

'I need you…' you whisper. He growls and picks you up. He carries you to the bed and lays you down. You undress each other. He starts peppering your face with kisses until he starts going lower with them.

'Oh… have mercy on me tonight,' you gasp as he sucks on your breast. 'Please…'

'Your wish is my command, my Queen,' he murmurs, his eyes locked on you. You shiver under his gaze and then moan when his fingers start pleasuring you down there. You grab his hair and bring him up for a kiss, as your other hand finds his manhood and starts stroking. He groans and heats up the kiss.

'And what does my King wish for?' you whisper. He freezes and looks at you.

'I wish… for you to tell me how much you need me,' he answers.

'As you command,' you say and move your mouth to his ear. 'I need you as much as I need air to breathe…'

He gasps and his fingers speed up. You take in a shaky breath.

'You complete me,' you go on, going faster with your hand as well. 'I am not fully myself unless I have you by my side. My heart longs for you all the time when we're apart.'

He groans and twitches in your hand. He adds more fingers. You continue whispering sweet things into his ear, your voice quickly turning to pants. He finally can't take it anymore and pulls away. You look at each other softly and with lust.

'I love you,' you say at the same time and chuckle. You kiss gently, lovingly. You gasp when he suddenly enters you. You look up at him and see him smirking at you. You scowl at him but then he moves. You moan and your face relaxes.

'Look at me, my star,' he says quietly. You open your eyes and see him gazing at you with love. You smile and cup his cheek.

'Make love to me, Anakin,' you say. His eyes light up and he starts moving. You embrace him and pull him closer to you. You both moan and groan, as he speeds up every few moments.

'[Y/N]… my star… my life… my amazing wife…' he murmurs into your ear and kisses your neck. You moan and move your hips against his hips. He groans and goes harder.

'Anakin… oh, Anakin…' you pant and tug on his hair. Your eyes lock. You kiss once more. You love doing that. You can't get enough of it.

You make love to each other for long minutes. You want to prolong it as long as you can. Feel each other as long as you can. But finally, you both can't take it and come undone almost at the same time.

A few moments pass before your husband lifts himself up, panting. He kisses your forehead and pulls out. You whimper at the loss.

'I know,' he murmurs against your hair and falls on the bed next to you. 'I know…'

You turn and snuggle into him. He puts his arms around you at once. You lay in silence like that for a bit.

'Obi-Wan will be looking for me,' he speaks up at one point. You don't respond.

'I'm scared,' you say instead after a moment. He frowns and looks at you.

'Of what?' he asks. 'Of Jantoths? They won't attack you again, I'm sure of it.'

'Oh, I'm not worried about it,' you dismiss it. 'I know they won't.'

'Then what is it?' he asks.

'I'm afraid of failing,' you whisper. Skywalker thinks carefully over his answer.

'It's understandable,' he finally says. 'You didn't expect to become a queen so soon. But you are ready. You're going be amazing. Do you know why?'

'Why?' you ask, looking up at him. He smiles down at you.

'Because you care,' he answers. 'You care about your people so much. That means you're going to be a wonderful queen. And I'm going to be by your side. Remember, even if I'm not here, I'm just a call away.'

You smile at him, actually feeling better. You lift yourself up slightly and kiss him. The kiss is long, sweet and tender.

But all good things come to an end. You get up and get dressed. You don't even realize when you're on the platform, saying your goodbyes to the Jedi.

'Remember, always help in us, you have,' Yoda says as you shake his hand.

'Thank you,' you say with a smile. 'It's mutual. Nothing has changed. And thank you for arriving so quickly that day and helping.'

'Still fast enough, we were not,' he says, hanging his head. You smile sadly.

'It was meant to be,' you say. 'There's no point in dwelling on it and wishing on doing something differently. It is done. Let's focus on our future now.'

'Wise words,' Windu praises you, nodding his head seriously. 'The people of Luth are going to have a really good queen in you.'

'Thank you for your kind words,' you say and bow slightly. 'I wish you a safe journey.'

You go to others. You hug Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, as well as talk to them for a moment. Then you wish farewells to the Clones. And at last, you walk to Anakin. You stare at each other sadly, then hug tightly.

'I leave my heart with you,' he murmurs. 'Take a good care of it.'

'Only if you take mine with yours and hold it close,' you respond, smiling.

'It's a deal,' he agrees and pulls away, just to grab your hand and kiss it, while looking into your eyes. 'Until next time… Your Majesty.'

'Farewell, General,' you say, your voice breaking. He nods at you and reluctantly lets go. He joins others and soon enough you watch how their ship rise in the air. There are tears in your eyes.

Thank you for reading! I'm sorry for the angst, I hope you don't hate me and enjoyed this chapter at least a bit. Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Seriously, even if it's just to leave a thumb up. Every bit of feedback keeps me motivated. Until next time!

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[pinkhairandpokemon]

[ Congratulations! Your Zorua has evolved into Zoroark! ]

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N hadn’t really been processing what had happened. One moment, he was running away from the group he had begun to consider family over the span of the last few months.

Team Courage. I thought I belonged with them.

The next, he stopped for just a brief second, only to turn around and see that Eevee- no, that wretched human- catching up with him, desperately shouting his name.

Blake. Why won’t they just leave me alone?

He tried to retreat again. They were persistent and kept chasing. He got sick of it.

A fight ensued.

“N, just stop and listen to me for a moment! Please!”

Both of them were already bruised and battered from the struggle against that ancient Galvantula before. Neither of them had much left in them.

Still, he fought back with everything he had.

Maybe it was a bit too much.

“N, please don’t do this,” they sobbed, trembling like their legs would give out at a moment’s notice. “I didn’t mean to lie to you. I’m sorry. Just- don’t go, please, we can talk all of this out!”

The sight of them in that state was almost enough to get through to him. It certainly made him hesitate.

A flood of memories came rushing into his mind. All the moments he shared with the Eevee up until now. The nights they spent just talking under the stars, away from the rest of the group. The day they welcomed him onto the team. The day they met.

The day his father found him. The day he fell.

They just looked like he did. Desperate for someone to listen. Desperate for someone to not raise their claws at him for being something he couldn’t control. Desperate for acceptance.

He shook his head. No. No. He couldn’t trust them. He couldn’t let his foolish affections cause him to lose anyone else.

It didn’t matter. He finally had the Dark Stone. Things were going to change. When all was said and done, everything would be right again.

He began to run again. They shouted his name.

“Wait!”

“Stop FOLLOWING ME!”

He jumped out of the way just as they were about to tackle into him. In a feat of maneuverability he didn’t know he had, he dashed behind them, and swung his claws.

They screamed.

N opened his eyes, blinking away these strange lights that had begun to dance in his eyes. He looked down, and saw them limp on the floor. Three slash marks across their back. Too large to be of his making.

Wait…

He looked down. His small paws had somehow morphed into larger ones, with sharp black claws protruding out from them.

His body felt… bigger. The tuft of fur on his head felt heavier, like a Pyroar’s mane. Had he…?

His eyes flicked to Blake again.

Oh gods. He had.

A raspy exhale escaped his mouth. Words failed to form. His eyes were locked onto them, desperately searching for any sigh of life. A breath. An ear twitch. Anything.

“No, no no no no,” he murmured frantically, his lanky limbs suddenly remembering how to move as he stumbled towards them.

He gingerly scooped them up, hand trembling like he was carrying something fragile. Oh gods, they were so small in his paw now.

What had he done?

He felt the faintest heartbeat beneath his claw. The relief it brought wasn’t enough to wash away the horror of his actions.

“No no no, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he croaked, holding them softly against the mane of fur around his neck while keeping one paw pressed to their back to try and stop the bleeding. “I didn’t know what I was doing- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-”

His repeating of apologies eventually turned into incoherent blubbering, as he curled himself around them to protect them from any further harm.

———

[m00nc4kes]

MAYBELLE JUNE WATSON!!!!

she’s literally my fav ever… i tried to do something different with the shading so i hope it looks alright ^^ (she's so pretty aahhdefjkfj) And maybe one day I'll draw her with Hobie...

~Backstory + Connection to Hobie under the cut~ (TW: death, blood)

The Basics:

super sweet but has a mean uppercut (and I mean like... one hit and lights out) yet can't throw a regular punch

she was born with vitiligo and started out with small patches that grew (and continue to grow) as she got older

her demeanor changed drastically from her teen years up until the present

I say shes 19/early twenties (which I hc Hobie is pretty much the same in this universe)

She has an older brother

She used to cover her vitiligo with her hair during her early teens

Meeting Hobie + Early Life

they first met each other when they were around 14/15

Mj was on her way home from school and heard someone playing the guitar and that's when she locked eyes with Hobie

she ended up sharing her uneaten lunch

After that, Mj would stop by the alley (or some place nearby) to meet up with Hobie and eat

it wasn't the quickest friendship. there were times where Mj would go weeks without stumbling across Hobie, but it never strained their dynamic

she was very soft-spoken and shy

and he, well, wasn't.

So it worked out pretty well, until everything flipped on its head

Mj was walking outside of a store when the doors flew open and someone dashed by her. it took half a second to realize it was Hobie and the shop owner had chased him out, screaming obscenities.

there was a police officer nearby, so he decided to chase after the teen. Before she knew it, a hand was grabbing her wrist and dragging her along. Hobie had noticed her.

"Trust, you don't wanna let that wanker get a hold of ya!" he shouted.

They got away in the end, but it bit their asses in the end.

Two weeks later.

Mj was walking near the store, hoping they wouldn't come out to hunt her down. She didn't want to be a troublemaker, truly. Nothing happened when she passed the store, nor the store after that. Yet-

She was pushed into an alley, making her fall to her knees and scrape up her hands and legs. When she looked up, the officer from before was there.

"Did you really think you got away from me, little girl? You’re under arrest."

She was stunned into a silence as she attempted to back away. "I'm sorry! Please leave me alone!"

He stalked closer to her and she immediately rose to her feet. Wrong move.

He grabbed onto her arms and slammed her against the wall. Her heart was beating wildly as she tried to fight back. She couldn't think straight- she couldn't. Her brother always told her what to do with officers but in this moment, he was no longer an officer.

No.

He was a strange man trying to pin her against a dirty wall. And she could remember what she was taught to do with strange men.

With a strangled cry, she wrangled an arm free and dug into her jacket pocket, pulling out a knife. (Yes, she would get in trouble with her school if they knew she carried a weapon on her, but her brother had insisted on having her carry it)

Before she could register what she was doing, she brought her arm up, shut her eyes, and jabbed it into the officer.

There was silence.

Then a choked noise.

She opened her eyes and her knife was lodged in the officer's neck. Her blood ran cold at the sight of his own blood running down his neck. She let out a cry, not noticing how his hand reached for the gun on his belt.

He wouldn't get the chance to do it as a guitar came swinging down from behind him, crushing the back of his skull.

The officer collapsed to the ground, revealing a wide eyed Hobie as he gripped onto his blood covered guitar.

The two of them stared at each other before Mj burst into tears.

Needless to say, Maybelle and her brother moved from the city and she wouldn't see Hobie again until a fateful day, 4 years later.

[happi-tree]

head in my hands (<- she is thinking about the dreamcatcher dystopia and apocalypse trilogies)

with dystopia it's like. (scream) the world is so full of hatred and vitriol and every time i am reminded of it, it seeps further and further into my veins and i'm worried it may consume me. the witch hunts are constant and ever worsening, and all that ever comes from them is more contempt and more regret. what is this poisonous masquerade all for. does anyone else hear this, i'm calling out to you, i'm begging for relief and for catharsis. i need this to reach you, i need you to hear the cries of the people who are suffering. i'm shouting alongside them. (boca) do you speak to your mother with that mouth. would she be proud of the things that you're saying. look around you - the angels are dying and the casualties grow with every spiteful word. sometimes kindness starts with silence when all you want is to fight fire with fire. my heart is pierced for you again and again, and i don't know how much longer it can be like this. i want to help you, i want to let you breathe again and give you relief from the harsh words that have strangled your lungs. i want to make this world better, and i want it to start with us. (odd eye) the world is broken, this is not a fairytale. utopia has never existed and it never will. do not believe the sugarcoated lie of perfection because it is impossible to grasp. the world is dark and you will not find what you're looking for if eternal peace is what you seek. open your eyes to reality, and you will make it a better place - not by dreaming, but by doing what you can.

and then with apocalypse it's like. (maison) our home is dying, our planet is dying, our people are dying, but i feel so detached from it all. i need to come down to earth, i need to keep pushing for change in every way that matters. your conscience is drying faster than the droughts plaguing our land, don't you see that we need to do something about this. please someone fight for us - the task is enormous and the stakes are daunting, and i'm coming down to rescue you but i can't do it alone. you have to help save yourself. (vision) the world is a scorched-earth battlefield and we are its foot-soldiers. we must press on and fight now that we've come this far. everything is painted in shades of moral gray, but we must act decisively. i am reaching for your hand in the trenches, i am sending a message to you, i am giving you a vision. do you copy, have you clasped my soot-stained hand. the work is hard, but we must reload and keep going. join us and fight alongside us. i am not asking, i am not begging - there is no time for either. ([reason] i am with you always, in war and peace, in hatred and in love. you are why i fight. i have spent years being beaten down, and you have, too, but it is your companionship that buoys me, brightens my darkness, makes this world worth it all. you are my reason. don't let me stop fighting.) (bon voyage) we have fought the good fight together, my friend. the war wages onward, but our assignments have changed, and we must part ways. i will carry every lesson you have taught me within me. the battlefield lies fallow until the footprints recede. the flowers are starting to bloom again and the colors are coming into focus. a part of me will always be drawn to you even as i leave you, even when you are long gone. travel well, my friend. may our battles not be in vain and may we both find rest. i hope i will see your face in peacetime.

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] EN-DIARY PART THREE & FOUR !

three !

after eating , they got back into the car , making their way to the final destination , the house they’d be staying at.

“it looks like a house from a k-drama.” jungwon said , they all carried the boxes into the house , looking around. “this is a nice house.”

they sat the boxes down , making their way up to the second floor. “they have a claw machine.” she made her way over. “will it be set up right?” jungwon made a attempt , but failed. “let me try.” she said.

“it probably won’t work.” she moved the claw around , eyes sharp on a particular snack. “she’s so focused and for what?” sunoo asked , she laughed. “got it.”

“how are you so good at these?” jay asked , she shrugged opening the snack. “constant good luck.”

they went around the whole house , checking out everything before heading back to the first floor. “this is like my dream home.” she sat down in the chair next to sunoo , while they tried to call the other members. “they’re not answering.”

“they’re probably sleep.” she said , she was right to , they were all knocked out in the car.

she followed behind them to the backyard. “the pool feels nice.” she leaned down feeling the water. “it will be nice to swim in.”

“noona?” she turned , the boy was pointing the water gun at her. “jungwon i will push you into this water if you do such thing.” he laughed. “really , what is i push you first?”

“you’ll be coming inside with me.”

she sat down under the umbrella , watching them play catch , taking random pictures of the scenery.

she noticed jay sneaking up behind sunoo , he put his finger to his mouth signaling her not to say anything thing , quickly pulling out her phone to record , he slowly crept up on him. “i can’t wait to swim- ah!” jay pushed him , sending him screaming into the pool.

“oh my.” she snorted , all of them rolling over , clutching their stomachs laughing , watching the boy climb out the pool. “now i want to go swimming.” she wiped the tears from her eyes.

they all put on their swim suits , waiting for the rest of the guys to show up , deciding to use the karaoke machine while they wait , she sat at the table , finishing her snack from earlier , watching.

“they’re here.” she pointed out the window , waving. “hello.” sunghoon waved back , him and jake looked around before coming into the house. “you went swimming already?” he took a chip from her bag. “not yet , they wanted to wait for you guys , we just decided to change.”

she threw the waste into the bin , tying her hair up into a bun so it wouldn’t get into her face when it got wet.

she sat down on the side , dipping her feet into the water , watching jay swim back and forth pretending to be a diver, as everyone slowly came out to the back.

“put your hands up.” jay held the water gun at her. “wait , wait let me get one.” she quickly got , but he started shooting , water hitting her. “wait!” she shrieked , trying to fill up the gun , after she was successful she aimed , shooting back , chasing him around , both taking shots at each other.

sunoo jumped in , and they all began to chase each other with the guns , until they all got tired , crashing in different spots , she sat down on the ground.

she got back up , to refill her gun – that turned out to be a bad idea , because before she could stand up , she was suddenly pushed into the pool. “ah!”

she came to the surface , facing the person who did it. “yang jungwon , i told you i was gonna kill you!” she shrieked , he laughed , taking off as she climbed out of the pool.

“slow down.” heeseung warned the girl. “so you won’t fall.” she chased after the boy until he gave up , jumping into the pool. “i’m gonna get you back , i swear.” she said sitting down on the edge.

“don’t come any closer.” she kicked the water into heeseungs face. “i won’t forgive you if - please!” he grabbed a hold of her ankle , pulling. “heeseung!” she shouted as he pulled. “don’t fight it.” he laughed , she tried so hard but in the end , she failed and he pulled her into the water.

she resurfaced , wiping the water from her face , the laughter from his mouth making it hard for her to be upset. “i’m sorry.l she splashed him. “you’re laughing as you say it though.”

they all spent the rest of the evening swimming in the water , splashing and playing around with each other.

“let’s have a breathing contest.” she got a idea , smiling to herself , waiting for them all to go under water , acting like she was going to do the same , but quickly coming back up.

“i’m just gonna go shower first.” she climbed out of the pool. “i’ll let them fight over this now and figure it out later.” she laughed running into the house.

four !

she showered , putting on new clothes , before making her way outside. “i was the first one to shower , so now i’m waiting.”

and wait she did until they all made their ways outside one by one.

they had prepared a barbecue for them ; jay cut it up , handing it to jungwon who put it on the table. “thank you for the food.” they all dug into the different dishes.

some how the topic of the past came up , sending them into a spiral of talking about their past memories. “i don’t really have any memories as a trainee , i spent the whole time alone.” she said. “but i saw you a lot.” sunoo said. “me?” she was shocked , she didn’t remember that.

“i’d see you in the hallways , you’d be walking super fast , i always wondered where you were going.” she laughed. “that is embarrassing , why didn’t you say anything?”

“because you use to walk around with the most scariest glare ever , even after debut.” heeseung spoke up. “why does everyone say that , i don’t even remember it.”

“it’s sorta like this.” jay mimicked the face she always used to to. “that’s it , that’s really it.” everyone agreed , she cringed. “you don’t do it anymore , so it’s fine.” sunghoon scoffed. “yes she does , it’s just never directed to you sunoo.”

the conversation soon shifted into their promotions , then other random things , before they made their way inside to change into their pajamas.

they sat on the couches , her legs draped across heeseungs , singing different song on the karaoke machine.

“noona , here.” jungwon handed her a mic. “you never sing when we do these.” he picked out a song for her. “do this one.” she took the mic , reading the lyrics off the screen , singing.

after many rounds of karaoke they all felt themselves get tired , each making their way up the steps to the rooms.

she sat on the bed , watching them fight mosquitos , scrolling through her phone. “why are there so many?” she grimaced. “it’s insane.”

“turn your brightness down.” heeseung climbed into the bed next to her. “i won’t be able to see.” she said. “you’ll be fine.” she scoffed , turning it down. “you should go to bed anyway.

she mocked him ,and he flicked the phone out her hand , just as sunghoon turned the light off.

“yah, i almost cursed at you.”

©ENHA-SUA

[braindead94]

Class dismiss part 2

Holy cats, sorry for the late post. Heres the second part of Class dismiss. The rest is on my AO3 under the same name.

TW: mentions of violence, unwanted touches, denying orgasm, Doc getting *very* handsy ;)

You blinked your dry eyes against the oncoming wind as you were carried by Otto and his actuators stomped across the campus, one still wrapping around Miles Warren. You watched as the passersby screamed and ran away as Doc Ock actuators stomped over the pavement. You watched on as he made his way to the clock tower and climbed up it’s rusty colored brick walls.

“Let us roost here for the time being. I have a feeling we wouldn’t get very far on foot with all the ruckus we’ve made.” Said Ock in a casual manner as one would say parking near a coffee shop. He then lifted you up to the window of the clock tower and finally let you go out of his tight hold. You stumbled onto the floor, trying to gather your spider-senses (which was still screaming at you) and you looked around as Otto came in with Dr.Warren.

In the middle of the huge room was the bronze bell that will eventually be turned off now that people would see Doc Ock have put up camp here. The room was barren aside from a few cobwebs with the decor of old wooden floors and rusty red of exposed bricks. On one wall lay a wooden door, a possible escape, something that gave you a clearer focus on the matter at hand until an actuator shot out and crunched the door handle into a ball.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit!’ Was all you could think as you turned to see Octavius strolling in like he owned the place while his metal arms laid the older man onto the ground. He quickly looked to the other side of the room to look at the other window, peering out. His face looked stoic while his actuator then turned their attention towards you.

You scooted back as they ascended onto you, their claw heads tilting like curious dogs and leering like hungry lions. “G-get away from me!” You yelled at them, resisting your body reaction to punch each of them away from you like many times before then just crawl back down to the ground. Fuck, this was torturing! You should have changed into Spider-Girl already! You should have been fighting against this overgrown octopus's man minutes ago! 

The man in question finally returned his attention to you, thus making his arms to perk up and almost withdrawn back to him. His ‘friendly’ smile returned to his plump cheeks; his glasses glinted in the sunrays that managed to peek into the clock window. “I apologize for them my dear, but it’s not every day that they get to kidnap a pretty young lady.” 

Your body almost crumbled after those words. Your cheeks are heated up in the color of pink. ‘Wha…’ . “Um….” “Here, let us help you up.” One arm wrapped around your torso and lifted you up then carried you closer to its creator. You could only look back into your small reflection in Otto glasses as he leaned back a bit. One arm swirled around into a makeshift chair for him, and he sat, his height still an inch taller than you from his stance.

“Now that we have some time on our hands, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” he asked as if this was an interview. You blinked your dry eyes before looking away from his attractive face and down at the ground while fiddling with your fingernails. ‘Act scared, act demeanor like a mouse or something. Need to stall him until actual help comes in.’ You kept thinking.

One of the actuators, wirrering impatient for your answer, reached down and took your lanyard again. “Hey!” You shouted but could only be dragged forward as another examined your press badge. The thick eyebrows raised up as if he was the one reading it. “Ah, you work for the Daily Bugle?” “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. Really stuttering, not fake as you would do. Gah! Is this how Superman feels as Clark Kent?!

He smirked, dropping your badge and letting it fall back to your stomach. “Ah, so you are a reporter. Excited to take this golden opportunity to ask me some personal questions?” You shook your head no, now looking at your fingers. Shoot, it's time to start clipping them again. “No, I-I’m one of their photographers.” From the corner of your eye, you spotted one of the actuator claws slithering in your view as if trying to see your face. You turned your head away from it, only to accidentally show your bandaged side.

“And what happened here?” He asked, his baritone voice pitched high with concern as a gloved hand gently gripped your chin. 

You inhale as he pulls you closer to him between his knees as he examines your cheek. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him. “A small token from one of your daily assignments? Taking pictures of Spider-Girl, are we?” Your knees nearly buckled how this was happening, your mind going in a frenzy as you tried to think up something but your mouth beat you to it. 

“Yes, that’s my job. I t-take pictures of her a lot.” He hummed as an eyebrow raised in question, though not fully believing in your sentence. “Is that all you do? It must be very hard to get a good shot at her. Heh, Lord knows how my arms have tried to grab her.” He chuckled. His thumb smoothed over the medical cover up before he turned your head to look at your other side. His smile was warm as he finally let go of your chin, but not before patting your uninjured cheek softly.

“Well, hopefully that won't leave a scar. You have such a lovely face, you know?” You blushed hard. This was soooooo different then what he normally acts around you as Spider-Girl, where he was all boastful, cruel and always pissed off at every turn you make. Threatening you and everyone near you with death or life altering disabilities. Here, he’s more polite, treating this like he did back then in the lab. Fuck, he’s even flirting. He never did that-up until that goddamn kiss.

“Y-y-you must say-say that to all-all your-your hos-hos…” Your mouth felt full of cotton as you tried to play off his flattery, but you couldn’t form the words. 

You never imagine just how vulnerable you felt without your suit until now.

He chuckled again, seemingly amused how you act but picked up what you were trying to convey. “No, not every hostage I kidnap looks just as adorable as you are.” Your blinked as your skin turned redder while one actuator reached into his pocket in his trench coat and pulled out his *very* expensive looking phone. A little connector stuck out before it plugged itself into his phone.

“So, what brings you here? To take a few photos of Miles here?” You nodded. “Yes, one of my coworkers was-was an old friend of his and-and-” You were interrupted as you felt something cold and hard rubbing against your back. Like a cat rubbing it’s head against an arm. “Don’t mind Larry, he’s very affectionate.”

You blinked at him. “Wait, they have names?” His smile then showed teeth, his body turned excited like he’s been waiting for someone to ask him about his actuators. “They do. They each have their own personalities. Like Larry behind you is very emotional. He tends to act on urges rather than, well, reason. And Harry here,” the bottom actuator on his right lifted it’s head in greeting. “He’s more stoic than the rest. More grounded, I might say.”

The top left one shoved itself to your face and you flinched away from its bright light. “Moe there are more curious of the bunch, aren't cha buddy?” It let out an odd chirp and its prongs spun around. The last actuator stayed close to the scientist's head; his phone still plugged in. “Last but not least is Flo. She is my right-hand man, so to speak. If they start to argue with each other, she puts a stop to it.”

You stare at the metal arms, how they weave in the air and clack their claws occasionally. Otto talked about them as if they were his own flesh and blood. Your mind reeled back to all the fights you’ve had, rethinking how each of his actuators acted around you. ‘Now some things are starting to make sense.’ You think, as your interest peaked up. More questions arouse in your head before you remember your situation.

Otto hummed again and shifted in his chair; his face drawn as if he was trying to remember something. “Have we met before? I think I know you, but I just can’t put my finger on it.” You froze again. ‘Crap, what do I say? Do I lie? Can I get away from lying?’ Your fingers fiddle again before reaching a conclusion. ‘It was only a school trip, what use would he have from that encounter?’ 

“Ye-yes… um, do you remember-around 5 or 6 years ago, my newspaper club visited Oscorp for the day. I kinda barged into your lab to plug in my camra-” He slapped his knee as his face lit up in recognition. “Yes that’s right! I remember now! We actually have a clipping of that article from your school in the break room, thanks to Mesha.” His smile faded a bit as he looked off of you for a second. “I wonder if it’s still up there.” 

Flo let out a mini series of chirps and brings, Octavius eyebrows lifted up a bit before he changed his sitting position into a thinking one. After an awkward minute of silence (Larry was back to rubbing against your back, fully distracting you from planning an escape) before he nodded to Flo and she lowered back to his pocket, then tilted her head and lifted it up again. 

“My apologies, I was just telling her about something.” “Wait- you can talk to them-can they speak?” He smiled, not a polite or a fake one you’ve seen him use for other encounters, but a genuine one. “You know, for a photographer, you do ask an awful lot of questions. Trying to become an interviewer instead?”

You shook your head, realizing how more at ease he was making you feel. ‘Wow, what is happening?’ “No sir-” “Please,” He grasped your hands with his gloved ones as an old friend would do. “Call me Otto. How are you really doing? I hope life has been kinder to you than to an old man like me.”

“Well…. as you can see, I work at the Daily Bugle. I take photos and…. Um…” Your mind returned back to your thoughts about your daily life as yourself and immediately felt ashamed for not having the most exciting ‘normal’ life. Flo mechanical werr turned into a questioning tone and you saw a brief flashes on the phone.

Octavius reached for it and looked at the screen. “Hold on, you took these photos? I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before but seeing these,” He held it up to your hands and you gently took it and glanced at it. It was a collection of all of the pictures you’ve taken as Spider-Girl on the Bugle website. 

“It looks incredible! How did you manage to take them? Is that what happened yesterday with that birdbrain who calls himself a genius?” “You mean Vulture? Yeah, I… got a bit too close to the action.” You didn’t lie, you were too close to Tooms. When you punched his stupid face-

His face of friendliness turned into a look of concern as he put the phone away while Larry pushed you closer until Otto placed his hands on your cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed as Moe gently took his sunglasses off. You saw his big eyes actually looked worried, darting from your eyes to your cheek again. “How are you not dead from all those encounters? Do you ever fear for your life?”

Your mouth went slack as soon as he touched your face. His hands were so gentle, cradling your head. Soooooooo vastly different from when he threw punches at you, hitting your sides with a pipe when he got a chance or something equally as damaging. ‘Why-why is he so fucking worried about me? What did I do to make him act this way?’  “We-well, yeah but somebody’s gotta do it-” “It doesn't make it right for you to put your own life at risk just for one take. How on Earth do you ever get so close to it all? Is that pest of an arachnid aware of your endeavors?”

‘Well, okay then.’ You shifted your feet only to stand still when you felt a cold actuator worm around your bare legs. ‘What do I say now?! “I-I-I can’t disclose that information.” You stutter out without thinking.

That got him to sit up straighter, his curious expression was back on again as his teeth peeked from his small smile. “Oh? Are you in contact with her?” 

‘FUCK!!’ 

You started to wiggle in their grasp.“Pl-please just l-l-let me go-go.” You whimpered while raising your hands over his huge, gloved hands to pry them away off your face. He did so, but still looked on at you with that ever-thinking look. Larry, however, did not let you go but Moe decided to hover closer to your face with a tilted claw.

“It’s…. Really embarrassing… she had saved me a bunch of times. I-I’m just good at… my job.” You explained, looking down. You try to shove or at least push the offending actuator out of your face. 

He didn’t say anything. His face became stoic as his eyes looked at your shivering form. Your gut clinched in fear as your spider-sense started to buzz a bit. In your state of mind, it dawned on you that he might already suspect you being Spider-Girl. He does have 4 other minds that could suggest that to him already. What would happen if he found out while you were stuck here?

Goddamn it, when will you learn to lie better?!

Otto finally smiled and his body relaxed a bit along with your spider-sense almost dissipated. Almost, and that still kept you on edge. “Very well, keep your secrets, my dear. I understand the importance of ones job.” Larry released your legs while Flo placed his phone into his pocket.

Your eyes darted to her as she raised up. ‘Wait, what is he planning? Why isn’t he planning an escape? Is he waiting for something? Or someone?’ “Well, what about your family? How are they?”

You blinked, now focused on your never-ending questions about this whole ordeal. “My Uncle Lenny is fine. It’s just me and him against the world.” “Oh? No parents? I’m sorry-” “Don’t be,” Taken aback how genuine sorry he sounded, you explained. “They are total assholes who didn’t want to have kids yet just… popped me out and-well, treated me like a toy or something. Like an accessory or something.” 

“That’s very disgusting and cruel of them. You must have an amazing uncle.” A real smile lighted up your face, a small one but still real as you thought about how Lenny took you in after CPS rescued you from an abandoned house at only the ripe age of 5. 

He fed you, raised you, taught you important things about life or anything related to car fixings…

You felt Otto's hand under your chin again and your mind went pack to the present. He looked pleased when you looked back at him. “There we go, you look much better when you smile.”

That almost made you smile more, but your questioning kept you at arms. ‘When will the police come?! Why hasn’t he called a ride?!’ 

“A-are you waiting for something to happen? Are we just go-going to hang out here?” ‘What if he’s really going to kidnap Dr.Warren? What if he kidnaps me?!’ “Oh, I figured we just ‘hang loose up in the bell tower’. That’s what kids these days say, right?” He joked. Harry and Larry wirred, joining in with his joke. “Ye-yeah…” You glanced at the window, now only hearing a slight commotion. Then you felt your old phone buzzing in your skirt pocket.

Before you could react to it, Harry dove in and snatched it out. “HEY!” You yelled ratcheting out as he retreated back, your fingers just touching the metal arm when Moe wrapped himself around your chest and arms down. 

“Please don’t-” You yelled before Flo clamped something soft onto your mouth. Your screams were muffled as you were slightly raised up in the air as Octavius accepted the phone. He took one look at the old, beat up flip phone before he glanced up at you with a ‘really’ look.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this type of phone. Your boss must not be paying you enough for an upgrade, isn’t he?” His baraton filled with amusement before he casually and a bit too hard flipped the phone open and answered it.

“Hello, Dr.Octavius speaking.” His voice changed from friendly to business-no, not really business… more like he was as Doc Ock. Sinister and callus. You try to move your arms outward but are once again reminded that you are not in your suit. And how painful the actuators are when they squeeze. “Oh, no I’m afraid that Miss.L/n is tied up at the moment,” He looked at you with the corner of his eye and gave you a wink. 

You totally did not feel something in your belly. Nope.

The scientist stood up and slowly paced in the room. “Don’t worry, she’s alright as well as Miles Warren here. My demands? Well, for starters, I want a helicopter to be delivered here as our ride, along with a briefcase of a million dollars inside.” 

He then walked over to a window, and you saw in a tiny peek that there was a huge crowd of people, students, teachers, even a few news crews were standing by. “I want it to be delivered in about…. 37 minutes.” ‘37 minutes? That’s a very odd specific time… What the fuck is he planning? Does he have a secret scheme going on? What else is happening on this campus?’ You think while looking back at the old man on the floor.

 All he did was snore away. “No more, no less. I do believe there is an airport nearby that can spare one.” You heard the person on the other line arguing with him, nearly shouting at him that caused Otto to chuckle. Since you’ve gotten a bit closer, you would hear how familiar that angry voice sounded.

“Well then, perhaps you don’t need your pretty photographer.” Fear gripped your stomach when he looked back at you. His eyes were once again filled with enjoyment, but now joined in with the same look he had when he dared you to kiss him. Your spider-sense tingle again.

“Shame, I’ve seen her photos and I’ll even admit,” Moe brought you over to him, still gagged and wrapped in their metal coils. “She has a good eye for art.” He gave you a smile, more twisted than his friendly one, one where it showed teeth and his eyes glinted with a craving.

The voice on the other end let out a sigh and muttered something. That got Otto to smile wider as he raised a hand up and stroked your uninjured cheek. The spider-sense gently buzzed harder and you cursed again for not escaping to dress up as Spider-Girl when you had the chance. 

“Wonderful. I’ll be ready for your generous offer. We’ll be waiting very anxiously for it to arrive.” With a click and a hard snap of the phone, he tosses it onto the wooden floor with no hesitation. “That was your boss at the other end. He sounds absolutely delightful to work for.” You only glared at him through your tilted glasses and some fallen hair strands.

“Oh come now, don’t give me that look. Not when we were having such a lovely conversation.” He said with a mockery hurt in his voice as he straightened your glasses before Flo removed your gag. You spat out leftover saliva to your side (don’t want to upset the great and powerful calamari here) as you try to keep up with the scared act. “Gah, I-I-I would be more grateful if-if you let me down now…..please.” 

Otto hummed and eyed at the actuator who only tightened you in his grip a bit, causing you to grunt. “Sorry, it seems to me that Moe has also grown an attachment for you as well. Funny, they never liked another person this fast before.” His dark eyes glinted again at you. “You’ve really made a good impression on us.”

A shiver trickled up your spine like thousands of tiny spiders crawling up your back when he said ‘us’. You couldn't help but ask “Do you really hear their thoughts? Can they talk to you?” You remember reading about the thing that was supposed to stop that from happening… What was that called?!

“Did your accident have something to do with your… mind chip? Is that how you can hear them?” Octavius' eyebrows lifted up again, surprise and delight washed over his face. “Oh, so you’ve heard about that, huh. Well, the Neutral Inhibitor Chip is a small device that allows me to take full control over my actuators here. 

“What I didn’t take into account was that their AI would adapt over time. They are very much like children, they grow as they learn about the world around them or from me. I would allow them to look into my past if they are curious enough about a certain part of myself.” He explained as he strolled around the bronze bell. 

“Perhaps it was the electricity that changed them to be like that.” A dark look shadowed over his face as he looked on with a grim look in his eye. Not quite angry, but something else entirely wicked. “Perhaps I should thank Spider-Girl for helping create my beauties.”

Your spider-sense spiked up a bit before he turned back to you and it almost faded again, but not quite gone. 

You remembered that day, you were just patrolling when you saw an ambulance pass by. You were Spider-Girl for only a few months and you already picked up on police activities fast. You saw his fusion collider was failing and you were quicker to stop it. You remember how Otto yelled at you to stay away from it, how he had it all under control. You didn’t listen, just followed your senses and pulled the plug. 

In return, there was a spark of lighting that zapped around the room and hit the poor scientist square in the back. You looked over at him and noticed how his skin fused with his metal harness, how badly hurt he looked with the whites of his eyes nearly taking over his pupils and the lightning scars on his back.

Dr.Otto Octavius disappeared from the hospital that very same day and left a pile of doctors and nurses that were torn and split apart. Soon after, Doc Ock appeared and became a permanent super criminal on the Avengers list.

Guilt riddled your conscience. Fuck, you’ve forgotten how much he’s changed since from day you’ve first met him. ‘If only I looked for a better option, maybe I could have saved him from this life of crime. Maybe if he lets me just look at the chip, I can see how broken it really is and ask Reeds or Stark or someone smart to help fix him.’

“I’ve read about that day and… I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen.” You said, genuinely feeling sorry for him in both ways. He only looked back at you with a small smile and a huff. “I have no doubt she didn’t mean it, my dear girl. In fact-” You stopped him by blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Is your Inhiber chip still broken?” He blinked as all three actuators raised up to look you in the eyes while you felt Moe wrapped himself around you more. A sheet of sweat started to form on your forehead. “I-I mean, erm-if your-they are in your thoughts-not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing-but if you are just… hearing them all the time, wouldn’t it be so… annoying? Like, having four people talking in your head all the ti-time?”

Otto smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh while the actuators did a small twirl with their claws. He reached up to brush your stray hairs out of your face before landing on our cheek. “Dear Y/n, are you really worried about me? Thinking that I’m under control of MY actuators?” His tone was light but the question sounded threatening. Before you could retort, Moe lowered you on the ground and released you, but never backed off.

“Here,” He said, turning around. “Take a look and see how damaged it is.” Your heart pumped at how casual he is at turning your back. It only made you curse yourself for not changing into your spider suit and taking up this opportunity to tie him down. But this was as good as anything if it meant helping him.

You stepped up and, seeing just how fucking tall he is (again, that seemed to elude you) you raised yoursefl on your toes and craned your neck to look at his. Otto's dark brown hair mixed with red was in the way (a good thing too that it grew out into that fluffy look, that bowl haircut did NOT look good on him) so you rested your hands on his shoulder blades first to study yourself. 

He let out a soft sigh and you remembered seeing a picture of the spinel of the harness and how it connects the wearer's own spine by injecting metal needles. ‘Fuck, I can see it through the thick ass coats he’s got on, isn’t he hot? Jesus, the man must be in agony from all of this. Wait, I could have hurt him from kicking his back. This man is constantly walking in pain!’ “Am-am I hurting you, Dr- sorry, Otto?”

“No my dear, it just feels good to have my back being massaged with human handst.” Harry pushed your elbow up, signaling you to continue to look at the chip. Flo rested on your shoulder, making you jump a bit but continued. You take advantage of it and raised your fingertips to brush aside his hair and pull down the back of his coat collar and see-

Your heart stopped beating as your eyes widened.

The air around you turned thin as your skin went cold.

There on the back of his neck, lay an unbroken, slightly grimy but still clean, pristine Inhibitor Chip.

All of those times where he stole from banks… all those times he threatens lives and have taken them… everything he’s planned against all the heroes in New York and against the world, all the single cruel and villainous things he’s done-

His actuators never corrupted his mind, he did it all with a clear head.

“Does that satisfy your answer, Y/n?” He asked, turning around to look down at you. You stepped back-at least trying to step back until Moe wrapped himself around you again, this time joined by Larry around your waist. Your heartbeat was pounding against your ribcage at this point, causing your body to react as if it was in danger.

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, calm the fuck down Y/n! They can read heartbeats! If they see yours, he’ll thin-’ “Is something wrong, my dear? Your heart rate is rising faster.” You looked up at him, who only looked back with a questioning look but still looked as if he knew the answer, now with tears almost peeking out of your eyes from the revelation.

The evil scientist stood with his hands in his pockets, collected, at ease. His handsome, black eyes bore into yours, in contrast of both friendliness and something dark lurking around the shadows. Like a wolf waiting.

Your mouth felt numb as you tried to talk back. “I-I-I-I’m just,” you wiggle in the actuator's embrace before continuing. “I just want to be put down. I’m n-n-not really comfortab-le-le like th-this…” You trailed off as he brushed through your hair again. He took a moment to think as he eyed Moe and Larry, maybe talking with his metal helpers before he shook his head no. “I apologize for your discomfort, but they just really like holding onto you. A bit like… holding a teddy bear.”

“But you-you can control them, right?” Desperation riddled your voice, your eyes darting around the place to focus on, to think of a way out. “Can’t you just-” the actuators started to hum, their inner workings vibrating with a gentle warmth growing from them. Ottos smile grew a bit when the sound filled the air. “There now, doesn’t that feel better? It works wonders for my back and, heh, some other activities.” He whispered with a dark tone.

You bit your upper lip to hold in the whimpers in your voice, your brows furrowed in concentration as the warmth spread throughout your body, lulling you into feeling good. Feeling loose, feeling-

‘Oh no, please don’t….’ Your thighs rubbed together, just between your legs, you felt something slick in your underwear. ‘Shit, I canNOT be turned on, FUCK!’ Your cheeks blushed with humiliation as you turned your head away but Octavius grabbed your chin to turn it back to him. Moe and Larry brought you closer to him as an offering while he and the other two looked on like leering vultures.

That bastard looked at you now with a changed look, his huge eyes glinted in the same look he had before with a wicked smile showing teeth. Back when he kissed you as Spider-Girl

“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” You held in a whine as sweat trickled down your neck. He continued on. “Try all your might to not answer, but my actuators can pick up heart rates and heat signatures.” His face loomed closer to yours until his lips grazed your ear. “And you, my dear, are just radiating with heat.”

You felt his other hand land on your lower back, gently rubbing it in small circles. Moe and Larry started to squeeze and unsqueeze with precise practice over your most sensitive parts that almost made you gasp for air, especially when Larry wrapped himself more around your waist and hips. Otto chuckled before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Still denying yourself to let go? Don’t be ashamed, red looks so alluring on you.” 

You blinked your eyes shut, refusing to let your panic go and use your super strength to pry yourself out of this-this weird bondage and swing away. A moan was finally let out in a soft whisper, but you felt the scientist smile against your face.

“There we go, come on darling. Don’t be shy, no one will hear you. Well, no one of importance at the moment.” His lips trailed up to your lips, and your head jerked back with remembrance from last time. “N-no! Please, Otto-sir- I don’t-” Otto didn’t let you finish before his plump lips devoured yours. You shut your eyes as pleasure grew in your core while you felt your glasses taken off from Flo. His hands held your head softly as he deepened the kiss.

This was so much different than the last time. When he let you control it and went along with it. Now, he kisses as if you were the last woman on earth. His tongue slipped between your lips and dominated yours, sucking on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

This was becoming too much, as your body began to wiggle in a frenzy, only for the actuators to tighten their hold on you. He finally broke away and looked down at you leaving you gasping for air. Your spidey-senses were now screaming, yelling with hysteria as his eyes bored into yours.

“P-P-Please stop this, Otto. Pl-please let me go.” You pleaded. Fuck trying to act brave or pretend to be scared, this was getting too real. He only shook his head no again as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. “Oh how could I when my sweeties have grown to like you. They tell me how much they want you with us, and I’m inclined to agree with them.”

Your heart beated in terror. “Bu-but you pro-promised-” “I never specify that I’ll give up BOTH of you, did I? And besides, how could I possibly deny them what they want?” You felt the bottom actuator-Harry claw pincers tenderly scratching your scalp as hairstyles would do. It would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t done by a machine. Or up here in the bell tower. Or being held by Octavius.

One of his hands hovered over his trusty actuators and over where your front of your skirt was. Larry parted so his gloved fingers grazed over the fabric freely, right at your crotch level. You whined (for him to stop or from WANTING him to continue on, you didn’t know) “I think we have just enough time to turn this little meeting into a fun activity-” He froze, his face became blank before he turned around in the bell room. 

Flo was stretching out to peering over the window and making little or few noises. Immediately Larry and Moe released you and you plopped to the ground, but not before you were wrapped in his arms again. Your body was still in the fucking hot haze, nearly making you weak in the knees if Otto wasn’t hold you up.

The rest of the actuators raised up in a pose like a striking snake, ready for an attack as they looked on at the window Flo was at. Still feeling breathless from what Octavius was going to do, and to keep your secret identity in check, all you could so was stare haplessly in his arms wrapped around you as you try to see what the fuck was up with them.

“I’m afraid it’s no use to hide anymore, Sue. Might as well show yourself and surrender if you like.” Said Octavius, now more like Doc Ock. Your nerves nearly collapsed in relief as Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman appeared walking from the window in her shiny, blue uniform. She only stares at your captive with a hardened glare and yet mixed with sadness inside her bright blue eyes.

You looked at her with a hidden smile as you remembered meeting her for the first time as a herol, amazed at this beautiful woman with small laughing lines and gray strands that made her blond hair pop out more. She was kind and welcoming when you (accidentally) crashed your villain of the week into FF headquarters. While you didn’t show your real face to them, you did become buddy-buddy with The Human Torch.

“Otto, let's not do this. You are better than this.” Said Sue as she walked towards you two. Immediately, Larry whipped out to Dr.Warren (you cursed yourself for forgetting about him as you were too busy being manhandled by Mr.Eight arms) and widened his claws to let out a sharp knife out and posed over his sleeping, snoring body.

She stopped, eyeing at the sleeping doctor before looking at you, warmth radiating from them. “It’s going to be okay, honey. I promise you’ll go home safe tonight.” Otto chuckled with his famous dark tone in his voice as his flesh arms tighten over your waist and torso. “Ah yes, ‘promise’. How did that work out with the last one your team had? Oh, I forgot to ask, how is your husband doing? I can’t imagine the state of his mind after losing that poor girl. Tell me, did you deliver the news to her parents or did he have to?”

Sue's eyes narrowed at him as her loose, blonde hair rippled as you felt her second power becoming activated. “Let. Them. Go. Octavius. I will not repeat myself the second time.” She said with the deadliest voice you’ve ever heard her use with a sneer on her face.

Larry looped himself around your legs but never tightened, showing her what he was capable of. Your breathing becomes faster, now knowing how the hostages you’ve saved over the years felt in the arms of a villian. 

God this was humiliating!

“And what will you do, dear Stormy, if I don't comply with your request?” She just stood there but whipped out a force disk out of the window and it let out a sickening pop. He looked confused before Moe let out a squeak and he shoved you out of the way. 

You fell on the wooden floor as heat began to fill in the room. “Hey hey hey! Who ordered the pizza with extra spicy pepperoni?” Your face lit up as you heard the familiar voice behind you. You turned to see Johnny hovering near Otto and his actuators curling around him protectively. He did not look amused. “Ah, brilliant move on your part. Burn the college beloved bell tower and ruin what’s left of your ‘shiny’ image.” Was all he said with a deadpan voice.

The man on fire turned to you and gave you a wink. “Sorry I didn’t get here fast enough, but wanna go out later? I know I’m on fire, but I can still hit your hydrant.” You gaufed at his stupid pick up line (and definitely not falling for this dork). You’ll have to look up some fire related pick-up lines to get back at him later.

Doc Ock sneered at Johnny and two of his actuators lashed out at him, punching him out of the tower. You watched on when you felt something smooth and cool underneath you. Looking down you saw that Sues force-thingie had raised you up. You looked back up at her as she did the same for Miles. “It’s okay, I’m just going to lift you up into the air and back to the ground. Just close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.” She said in her famous motherly tone.

You nodded okay as you were both lifted out of the room and into the fresher air. Looking down immediately, you saw a huge crowd, looking on with widened eyes and holding up phones (that was probably live streaming everything) being blocked by the crowd blockers and other cops, while most of the said cops were standing at the base of the tower. 

There were also a few EMTs who jumped at the chance to examine any damages on you. You were about to let them until you remember your hidden cuts from Vulture was still healing (and also did NOT want them to find out how close you were to…er, ecstasy) so you deny them from their open help, directing all of their medical attention on Dr.Warren, who was just sleeping.

Cool, now to get your damn suit on!

You pushed past the cops who tried to tell you to stay put and calm down after facing a  “traumatizing experience”. Oh it was traumatizing, but probably not what they think of. Robbie called out from the crowd and to your relief when you saw him, he held your backpack with both arms.

He explained to the officers he was a friend and will take care of you, wanting to take you far away from this area as soon as possible. A slew of people ran up to you and asked you a bunch of questions, mainly what it like was being kidnapped by Doc Ock, if he revealed his plans, or if his arms were actually alive or machine. One student yelled out if he was as hot close up as he was in the pictures.

You wanted to smack him upside the face for that.

Robbie just shoved them out of the way while guiding you further away from the bell tower. You could still hear the fighting taking place behind you, growing fainter and fainter as the black reporter managed to sneak you into a building where more students came rushing out. 

There was a speaker going on, announcing a fight had begun on campus and had everyone evacuate the premises. That causes you to raise an eyebrow. ‘Why is Robbie taking me into a building? It is a shortcut to his car-wait, why do I want to go to his car when Johnny and Sue need help?’ You pondered as he stopped in the middle of a hallway.

“Okay, Y/n, I’m going to make another call to John and tell him that you're safe.” He handed you your backpack. With a wave of renewed energy of adrenaline, you grabbed the pack and was about to pull away when the middle-age man placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Looking into his soulful eyes, which was filled with concern and… also a secret knowledge about something. “Why don't you go destress in that room over there? And don't worry about your equipment, I’ve checked inside to see if your camera was safe.”

With a sharp inhale, your eyes widen as you put two and two together. All Robbie did was give you a soft smile and continued “Your camera is undamaged, but I think you need some time to ‘modify’ your outfit before going back out there. I think Spider-Girl is going to make an appearance soon.”

You couldn’t help it, but your body was shaking as a feeling of a great weight was lifted off your shoulders. As in part of you was relieved from something stressful. You nodded, trying not to cry, and also wanting to give him a great big hug as you stepped back. “And when this is all over, I’m still treating you to that shake and burgers later.” 

You laughed, it was haughty and filled with ease as you turned to dart away into the room he said (which was a closet) and quickly began to change. ‘Holy shit, holy shit-I-wow! Oh my god!’ was running through your mind as you swapped out your casual clothing and changed into your (very smelly) suit with record timing.  You praised your past self for packing extra underwear incase of periods.

Thoughts of thanking him over and over again kept your body shaking at the notion that he knew who you were. Ecstatic was the word, now grateful that at least another person in this world knows of your secret and it’s the person who you trust.

If only it was that easy to tell Uncle Lenny…..

With a exhale, you slipped on the mask and stepped out as Spider-Girl, ready to take on Doc Ock….. that you’ve kissed on the lips the last time you’ve met him as Spider-Girl-fuck.

“Spider-Girl! Thank God you’re here!” Said Robbie with the most exaggerated surprise you’ve ever heard someone say. Turning to look at him, you made a dramatic ‘hero’ pose with hands on your hips and said with a deep voice. “Yes, indeed! I am here! Now, show me where the danger is!” He almost laughed at how fucking ridiculous you sounded, just muffled it away with his hand and pointed to the door.

With a jolt of adrenaline rushing through your veins again, you stepped out to run to the door, to the outside, to where Ock was fighting and….

You paused when you rethink his whole ‘scheme’. Robbie walked up beside you with confusion on his face. “Hey, is something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head as you talked out loud. “It’s not like him, you know? To just-barge into a college where he just kidnaps Miles and a random woman and hunkers down in the bell tower. He had plenty of time to run away-fuck! He could have gotten a getaway driver ready for him!

“This isn’t like Octavius' genius level of thinking, this is just plain stupid!” You crossed your arms to think, almost started to pace. “Like-like, he did all of this and for what? All this did was having class canceled, creating damage and causing a disturbance in the whole damn place! Like a TikTok prankster who hurts people for clout!”

Something clicked. “Wait, he’s doing this for attention…” Robbie's eyes widen, nodding along with you. “But from what, exactly? What else is going on in this school?” He wondered. You looked around the empty hallway, thinking that there must be some sort of clue until you noticed a bulletin board filled with colorful pages with todoring for hires, massage from clubs and-

You looked closer at one blue paper that was nearly hidden away. “No way…” You ripped it out and looked at it closer. 

On it read,

“To all the scientists club members, please remember to wear protective gear to the next meeting. We will be dealing with a rare and *extremely* valuable project that will be part of the following classes as follow-”

You stopped reading and patted your pockets until you remembered your old flip phone was still in the bell tower.

After being thrown onto the ground.

And probably getting flamed on as well.

“Fuck-Robbie! Look up what the science club is looking into-” “I’m on it!” He said you turn to see him already typing away on his phone. “Ohhhhkay, got it! They are conducting an experiment on an old meteorite that landed years ago in 1998, called it Petes meteorite. Cute. A chunk of it was gifted to this school as is rumored to have some hidden elements of-I can’t pronounce that word, damnnit.”

Thinking back to Otto when Flo was going through his phone, it dawned on you. “He’s a distraction while he has someone stealing it for him! Tell the police!” You yelled as you sprinted off.

Only to walk back to the board and look to see if there was a map of the campus, reading it, THEN sprinting off to the club.

It only took you a minute to run around campus (and forcing yourself to ignore how much the fighting got, and along with people calling out to you) and find the building where the meteorite was. As expected, it was empty when you barged in. Looking around, you saw the room where the club held thanks to a metal sign engraved onto a wall and ran inside.

Only to see two metal men holding up a rock inside a thick dome.

“Oh hey! You’ve found my pet rock! I’m so sorry, Rocky likes to wander off sometimes.” You called out as you webbed it out of their hands and into yours. They started to yell out obscenities and pulled out guns attached to their armor but you only shot out gobs of sticky webs that will make it a NIGHTMARE to get out of their suits.

Well, maybe for the police or whoever’s in charge. You held the dome with one hand as you-damn it, you forgot about your old phone. Shit. Wait- “Hey! Do you mind if I use your phone really quickly? I have to call in a friend.” You asked, not really taking in their answer as you snatched one of their belts off and going through the pockets.

“Thank you so much. I know it’s not like me to just use someone elses phone, but I lost mine, you see and-oh damn dude, you didn’t even put in a password? If you ever get out of this whole thing, you NEED to put in a password, that shit will save your ass in the future.” You chatted, ignoring how the mans eyes glared daggers into your masked face while you dialed Johnny. 

“Wait, you memorized someone's phone number? How old are you, Spider bitch?” Asked the second man in the metal suit with way too many skulls on it. “Same age as my tongue and older than my teeth.” All that did was made him look super confused, but you paid him no mind.

You waited for a bit, silently tapping your foot to break the silence until the Human Torch answered. “Heeeeyyyy now's not a good time, dude! I’m trying to fry up some calamari but Ocks arms are surprisingly heat resistant, and are stranger than I thought it would be-” “Yeah, I know hotstuff, I told you before how strong those fuckers are. Liston, What he’s doing is fake. He’s only a distraction while he hires these-who are you guys?”

“We’re the Metal men.” You blinked at them before going back to the conversation. “He hired these dudes who ripped off DC heroes' names to steal a meteorite with hidden properties. I have it right here, so if you wanna tell him that I got Pete, he’ll know he's finished.”

“Wait, who's Pete?” 

“The rock-trust me he’ll know.” You hear Sue yelling at Johnny to stop talking on the phone but he just yelled at Doc Ock about you holding Pete. There was a brief moment of silence on everyone's part before you heard Otto yelled out something in rage before something exploded.

“What the-are you guys okay?!” You yelled, walking over to the doors (and making the ‘metal men’ straining to hear more of what’s going on). Johnny replied with a loud coughing. “We-we’re fine, but he dropped a bomb on us. A smoke bomb, like really smelly-” You hear him puking as Sue yelled out to the crowd if they saw where Doc Ock ran off too.

Somehow, no one saw him….

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Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! I LOVE getting requests. They’re always welcome and I enjoy this challenge. This one was outside my comfort zone, an angsty fic featuring Sebastian! I think it turned out well.

I’ll Never Stop Fighting For You

She’d made a mistake. That was clear now. But it was too late.

“What do you intend to do with it?” She was back under the school, looking at professor fig. Sweet professor fig, the man who’d mentored her, taken her under his wing.

“No one needs this much power. If I leave it here, how long will it be before another genocidal maniac tries to take it?”

His face fell as he absorbed the meaning of her words. “You can’t.”

“I have to!” She screamed at him. “Never again! This ends now!” The memory became flooded with red. She saw Fig’s face twist up in horror.

“NO!” She bolted upright in the bed, her whole body shaking and sweating.

“CHRIS! What’s wrong?” Sebastian bolted up beside her. She’d given up sleeping in her dorm. They’d unofficially moved into the undercroft. Ominis understood that she couldn’t sleep alone and gave them their space.

“I’m fine.” She gasped, her breathing labored.

“Chris, it’s alright, I’m here with you.”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” Sebastian saw her eyes flash red for a moment. It was happening too often.

“Ok.” He said quietly.

“I need some air.”

“Chris, it’s two AM, I don’t think-“ he stopped when he saw her hazy red glare. “Be careful.”

Christina changed out of her pajamas and grabbed her cloak and her wand. She stomped out of the undercroft and began heading for the nearest exit.

“Chris, you’ve gotta stop doing this. I can’t overlook it anymore.” She heard Leander’s voice behind her.

“Just let me go, Prewett.”

“Chris, they know I’m letting you get away with things and they’re going to take my prefects badge.”

“Really, Prewett? Really? I’m SO SORRY you’ll lose your stupid nark badge! It really is the most important thing isn’t it? Nothing else matters but your fucking badge!” She didn’t care that it was 2 AM as she shouted at him in the hallway.

“I’m worried about you, Chris! You leave at all hours of the night and come back bloody and bruised! Yes, I’m a prefect, but I’m also your friend and I won’t let you go!” His heart ached seeing his friend suffer like this. Her eyes began glowing red.

She didn’t even mean to do it. She barely twitched her finger. It didn’t matter. Leander was knocked off his feet and slammed into the wall.

“PREWETT!” She rushed towards him. “Oh my god! What did I do? I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”

His head was bleeding, but he was conscious. And the terror in his eyes broke her heart.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial of wiggenweld she always carried. She extended it to him gently. “Please forgive me.” She sobbed and then took off at a run.

She didn’t know where she was going to go, but she had to get away from here. She couldn’t hurt anyone else. The fear in Leander’s eyes would haunt her. He’d tried to help her and she could have killed him. She ran until her lungs burned and then she ran some more.

She ended up in the middle of the forbidden forest. She thought about everything leading up to this point. Ranrok, the keepers, the trials, the death, the pain…it flashed like a slideshow in her brain until everything was tinged with red.

And then she exploded.

She let out a primal scream as waves of ancient magic pulsed through her entire body. Trees were cracking, the ground shook, lightning struck. She blacked out and woke up in a pile of destruction. And then she burst into tears.

Christina hadn’t come back last night. That wasn’t unusual lately, but it didn’t mean Sebastian liked it. He decided to go to gryffindor and see if anyone had seen her.

“Sebastian!” He heard Prewett call out to him.

“Not now, Prewett!” He turned and his jaw dropped. “Merlin’s beard! What happened to you?!” Leander’s head was bandaged and he still had dried blood caked on him.

“Last night…Chris was leaving. I tried to stop her and she got really angry with me. Her eyes turned red like they do sometimes and then she…well, she threw me into a wall.”

“Holy shit.” Christina loved Prewett (for reasons that were unclear to him) and would never hurt him.

“Then they looked normal again and she looked horrified. She gave me wiggenweld and ran off. I shouldn’t have let her, I should have tried to stop her.”

“And get yourself killed? No.” He took a deep breath. “Has anyone seen her?”

“No. And I didn’t tell anyone what happened. I was going to get Garreth, Ominis, and you to help me look.”

“Thank you. I’m going to look outside the school, you guys look here. You know her spots.”

“We’ll find her, Sebastian.” Prewett said seriously, looking him in the eyes. Sebastian nodded in response and took off.

Once he got outside the school, there was a clear trail of destruction. Broken trees, cracked pavement, burn marks on the ground…the damage grew as he entered the forest.

He followed the trail deeper into the forest until he saw her. She was on her hands and knees, sobbing.

“Chris!” He shouted and ran towards her. She looked up in shock.

“What are you doing?! You can’t be here!”

“I came to get you, it’s alright.” He reached for her and she shoved him back.

“No, it’s not alright! Look at this! Look at what I did!” She screamed. “I nearly killed one of my best friends last night! I can’t control this anymore, Sebastian! It’s too dangerous! Go away before I hurt you too!”

“We can get through this together, Chrissy. You didn’t give up on me. I’m not going to give up on you.”

“Why won’t you just listen to me?! Go!” Her eyes were starting to glow.

“I’m not leaving without you.” He said firmly.

“Yes. You. ARE!” Her eyes were glowing more intensely than he’d ever seen them. He rolled out of the way as a red blast burned past him.

“I don’t want to fight you, Christina!” He rolled out of the way of another blast. “Depulso!”

The only thing it seemed to do was piss her off more. She screamed and he saw the clouds beginning to form. He cast protego just in time as lightning bolts struck the shield, which wavered from the attack. “DEPULSO!” If he could just hit her hard enough to knock sense into her without hurting her, they’d be alright.

She screamed again and the ground beneath his feet began cracking. He sprinted out of the path as waves of red magic shined through the cracks. He watched in horror (and amazement) as Chris picked up a fallen tree with her magic and launched it at him. It was too big to dodge entirely and the branches tore through his skin. He hissed in pain but knew it was just a surface wound.

“Christina, please! I love you and I know you don’t want to do this!” He depulso’d a rock she’d flung at him. “Remember the good things, Chris! Snuggling in the undercroft, drinking butterbeers with Ominis, doing whatever the hell you do with Prewett!”

She didn’t seem to even be breaking a sweat as she summoned a barrage of lightning bolts to strike him. His protego was barely strong enough to deflect the lighting.

He had no choice. He had to stop her. “BOMBARDA MAXIMA!” The powerful explosion shot out of his wand. She’d been about to launch another boulder at him and didn’t have time to deflect it.

It struck her square in the chest.

“CHRISTINA!” He screamed and ran towards her. He saw her crumpled form on the forest floor, surrounded by smoking embers. She wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, please don’t leave me like this!” He was sobbing as he cradled her in his arms. “I can’t live without you!”

Her eyes fluttered open, a light blue with no trace of red magic whatsoever. She let out a soft cry of pain and he helped her sit up. Things were still coming into focus and she could see a blurry figure with her.

“Chrissy? Chrissy, can you hear me?” It sounded like Sebastian. She closed her eyes, feeling nauseated from the double vision. When she opened them again, Sebastian was sitting in front of her.

“SEBASTIAN!” She launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh my god, please tell me you aren’t hurt, your arms are bloody! Oh god I’m so sorry!” Tears were falling down her cheeks as she realized what she’d done. “Are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok!”

“I should be the one asking you that!” He brushed a spot of dirt off her cheek with his thumb.

“Why didn’t you go?! I could’ve killed you!”

“Because I needed to fight for you, Chris. I’ll never stop fighting for you. You needed me. And I need you.”

“No, if you stay you’ll only get hurt! I’d die if I hurt you, Sebastian. Please, please, just-“ her words were silenced as Sebastian’s lips crashed into hers. She collapsed into sobs and he held her against him, stroking her hair.

“You’re worth fighting for. You didn’t give up on me when I was going down the wrong path. And I won’t give up on you. We’ll fix this. I promise. I love you too much to leave you.” They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms surrounded by the destruction she’d caused. Eventually they went back to the castle and Christina fell asleep in his arms.

-some time later-

They stood in an open field in the highlands, the wind whipping through their hair.

“Are you ready?” Sebastian asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“As much as I ever will be.”

“I’ll be here if you need me.” He kissed her tenderly and stepped back.

Christina closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She could do this. She knew how. She put her wand by her face and focused.

She’d caused so much pain. Taken so many lives. She thought of everyone that had been lost because of Ranrok’s reign and the ancient magic. Her mind was filled with a montage of memories of the ancient magic, none of them good. It had done nothing but cause pain. That ended now.

Sebastian watched the swirling ball of ancient magic growing larger. He could tell it was causing her pain, but she’d given him strict instructions to stay back.

With a primal scream, she pointed her wand straight in the air. The magic swirled in a tornado as she forced it up and away. With one last thrust of her wand, there was an explosion of red, and Sebastian shielded himself. Then there was silence.

“Chrissy?” She was on her hands and knees on the ground. “Chrissy!” He ran to her, cradling her in his arms.

“It’s gone.” She was shaking and in pain. “All of it. Even my own. Good riddance.”

“Here, love, drink this.” He gave her a vial of wiggenweld and she downed it. Some of the color returned to her face. “I’ve got you.” He held her tightly, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “It was a burden you never should have had to bear.”

She finally let herself grieve. She knew professor fig would be proud of her. She missed him so damn much. But sitting in the field with the boy she loved, she felt for the first time like things would be ok.