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kinglivv · 5 months ago

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Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x g!n Reader

Summary: The minute you meet Kate Stewart, you christen her “Katie” with a smirk and a shake of her hand. She thinks she hates you for it, until she doesn’t.

Warnings: Implied sex, implied risk of violence

You call her Katie. No one is allowed to call her Katie.

At first, it pisses her off. Every once in a while, you flounce off the TARDIS, trailing after the Doctor, and smile at her a “hi Katie!” because you know it winds her up. You cause whatever necessary destruction to the UNIT office, narrowly avoid an alien invasion and disappear with a “bye Katie!”, leaving her with a migraine and stacks of incident reports.

Her staff think it’s funny, in a sort of distant way because anyone seen mimicking that behaviour would get their head bitten off. Mel finds it bemusing. Kate didn’t even know where you’d gotten it from. The Doctor had introduced you two with a grandiose “this is Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, Commander of UNIT and daughter of one of the greatest men I ever knew.” Instead of looking in-awed, you’d smirked, shook her hand and winked “nice to meet you, Katie.”

She tries to ignore it. She won’t be swayed by the Doctor’s companion mocking her, someone half her age and probably half her experience and intellect. She gets on with the job, runs the most clandestine government office excellently and puts up with your visits every once in a while.

It doesn’t strike her just how interesting you might be until she bumps into you at Donna’s birthday doo.

It really wasn’t her scene, parties and late nights. She’d prefer a glass of wine, a book and a bubblebath. But she finds herself at Donna’s house one Saturday evening, celebrating the former companion’s 40th and sat on the sofa chatting with the great and good of the Doctor’s friends. You muscle in through the crowd of bodies, gift bag in hand.

“Hi love!” You cry over the the music and chatter to Mel who’s curled up on the other end of the sofa from Kate, “Where’s the main woman?”

“Oh, out in the garden I think,” Mel waves vaguely, bringing you in for a hug, “chatting with Rose.”

“Ah,” you hold up the bag, “present from the Doctor.”

“The Doctor does presents now?” Kate raises an eyebrow.

“When I remind him to, Katie,” you smile, “you know what he’s like.”

“That’s very caring of you,” her tone is guarded. She doesn’t exactly like you, and she’s prodding.

“He leaves people behind,” you shrug, “they deserve to know they’re remembered.”

Kate watches in confusion as you melt away back into the party.

It doesn’t strike her as flirting until… well.

UNIT picks you up in the middle of the night, sometime late in the autumn. There was an alien incursion imminent and Kate was panicking. They couldn’t find the Doctor anywhere and whilst she resented running to him for help, the dozens of red dots on the radar were blinking closer and closer to Earth. Colonel Ibrahim suggests the next best thing - you of all people would know where the Doctor was.

They track your location, Kate sends out a team and not fifteen minutes later, you stumble into the control room.

When she says stumble, she means it. You’re in a little dress, heels and… tipsy.

“Seriously,” she says to Ibrahim, “Kraxon invasion on the horizon and this is the solution you’ve brought me?”

He merely shrugs. “You asked for them,”

“Katie!” You swagger over to her where she’s sat at her desk with a pout. “You interrupted my night out.”

“Yes, well, sorry about that,”

You lean on her desk grinning down at her. She notices that your eyes are a much lighter E/C than she thought.

“You asked for me?” you stage-whisper. You cross your legs, skirt riding up to show more thigh.

“There’s a bit of a situation-“

“You know if you wanted to see me you could just call,”

“Do you need a coffee or something to sober you up, because -“

“Did you say Kraxon?” You interrupt. She sees something click in you and you look up at the screen looming over the room.

“Yes,” she stands up, suddenly feeling a little too hot and a desperate need to put some space between you two. “They’re coming from the east - we think Mars. We’ve been tracking them for days and so far all defences have failed. We’re reaching the eleventh hour with this and we were hoping you might know where to find the Doctor.”

You don’t look like you’re listening. You’re staring at the screen intently.

“Y/N, we really don’t have -“

“Radiation,” you say.

“Radiation?” She repeats.

“They’re extremely susceptible to it. Can you defences field them towards… say Chernobyl? That will finish them right off.” You swing your legs a little.

Kate looks at you. At the screen. At Colonel Ibrahim. She swears under her breath - of course.

“Get to it,” she nods to him, and the command deck springs into action. In the middle of it all, you sit smiling at her. The colour of the dress really does brings out your eyes. She wants to hate you, tottering into her office, wearing something incredibly distracting and solving the headache that’s been keeping her awake for days.

“Thank you,” she offers, squeezing your arm.

You smirk at her, and she’s fairly certain you’re too intoxicated to fully comprehend what you’ve just done.

“Anything for you Katie,”

After that, you play on her mind constantly.

Kate tries not to think about it, but you’re everywhere. In her dreams, her case reports. She can’t stop thinking about you in that dress, that cheeky smile. “Katie,” echoes in her head and suddenly she doesn’t hate it as much as she once thought she did. It’s a teenage infatuation - she’s never felt it before. Not for her son’s father, not for her ex-wife. It’s borderline embarrassing, and she does her best to ignore it, giving you cold stares when you flirt and deflecting Mel’s pointed questions. She was the Commander in Chief of the Unified Intelligence Task Force. She was not lusting after one of the Doctor’s companions just because they had some brains and showed a bit of skin.

It doesn’t strike her as anything serious until the Toymaker incident.

It was only meant to be a demonstration so you and the Doctor could fully comprehend the severity of the situation. However, she hadn’t quite considered in that moment what she might say once under the influence of the Toymaker’s waveform.

She takes off the Zeedex.

“Hi,” says the Doctor.

“Hi…” she frowns.

“How was your day?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious,” you pipe up.

“You’re nosy,” she snaps. “All you do is talk.”

“What if I like talking to you, Katie?”

“Don’t call me that!” Kate snaps. She begins to move towards you and thats when the guards grab her and snap it back on.

She comes back to herself. She looks at you and sees the tears in your eyes, and you see the moment she registers how she’s made you feel. She opens her mouth to say something, but someone else gets there first and she’s left listening to them like white noise, still staring at you.

Once it’s all over, she catches you in the corridor between the control room and the her office. She can’t bear the thought of you upset, and she grabs your arm before you can disappear and before she can think to hard.

“Sorry,” she stammers, “about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you reply.

“No,” she shakes her head, “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright,”

“I could see you were upset.”

“You didn’t mean it.”

“I’m not sure you know that,” her hand is still on your arm, rubbing circles.

You look away, up the corridor, shifting slightly beneath her grip.

“Do you really hate the nickname Katie?” You whisper.

She frowns. “That’s it? That’s what’s bothering you?”

“It’s nothing,” your guard slams shut and you move to pull away, but her hand tightens.

“I don’t mind it,” she confesses. “I mean, I hated it. Initially. But now… now not so much,”

She’s close. She’s close and she shouldn’t be, because she’s meant to be the serious, in-control boss. She has a reputation, priorities…

You lean up and kiss her. It’s light and cautious, a mere few seconds as your hand cradles her face and all thoughts leave her brain. When you pull back, she doesn’t move, breath ghosting your lips.

And then she surges back in and effectively pins you to the wall. She kisses you like she’s dreamed about, like she’s wanted to for months, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself. Your arms wrap around her and you kiss her like she’s oxygen, like you’d die in this moment without her to anchor you. You probably really would have died that day if it weren’t for her and you whimper against her lips, feeling her warm and alive beneath your hands. You want her clothes gone, you want to drag her into her office, you want -

There’s a cough. You break apart and the Doctor smirks from the end of the corridor. “You wanting dropped home or what?”

After that, the nickname “Katie” strikes her as a prayer.

It’s a whisper in the dark, it’s a moan against her neck as she does whatever sinful things she wants to you. It’s a murmur in crisp sheets, it’s a laugh at the dinner table. It’s her name in your phone and it’s written at the top of Christmas cards. Katie is synonymous with you. She can go out there, be Commander Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, and come home to you and be your Katie. Without you, Katie doesn’t exist and she isn’t anyone.

You spend a lot of time around her lately. The Doctor’s moving on - some girl called Ruby, Kate thinks - but you don’t seem to mind or notice. You’ve got a job at UNIT now, and Kate’s rather glad you’re posted a few floors below her because she’s not sure she could manage with the distraction at work as well as at home. You wake her up with cups of tea and kisses in the morning, and greet her in evenings with dinner and - if she’s lucky - matching underwear beneath your clothes. Her obsession with you shifts from lust to something more serious without Kate quite realising. More and more of your stuff has gravitated into her flat. Her grown-up kids have started asking questions.

She comes home one evening and finds you stood at the stove, stirring a pan and humming along to something on the radio. She dumps her handbag on the table, wraps an arm around your waist and presses her chin into the crook of your neck.

“Hello darling,”

“How was work?” You twist your head and press a kiss into blonde hair.

“The usual. What’s cooking?”

“Spaghetti bolognese,”

“Delicious,”

You snort. “It’s the third time I’ve made it this week, babe,”

“I’ve not had time to food shop,” she groans, “a task for Saturday.”

“We’ve gone all domestic,” you tease. It was true. What had started as a rather physical infatuation with Kate Stewart had at some point melted into easy co-habitation. She was a different women these days to the one you’d met on that control deck. Warmer. Free.

“Yeah well,” Kate’s thumb rubs circles in it’s all too familiar habit, “for that to be true you’d have to move in with me.”

“Oh?”

“What do you think?” She squeezes your side.

“A million times yes, Katie.”

#kate stewart x reader #kate lethbridge stewart #kate stewart #kate lethbridge stewart x reader #unit #doctor who #jemma redgrave #jemma redgrave x reader #jemma redgrave imagine #kate stewart imagine #bernie wolfe #doctor who imagine #gender neutral reader

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morgoonie · 2 months ago

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Monstertober Day 26 - Full Moon

Once again using Clauster for this prompt.

M! Naga/Vampire x F! Reader

You always loved staring up at the full moon whenever it filled the night sky, even as a child your parents would always have to drag you back inside after you would sneak out just to spend hours looking up at it, often wondering if aliens or supernatural beings were real and if they too loved to stare and admire the beauty that was your planets single moon.

Finding out that aliens did exist and that they were your planets local legends was a wonderful thing to accidentally stumbled into. Even better was when you met Clauster and you two discovered that you shared many similar interests. It took some time to convince the serpentine vampire that he wasn't going to hurt you in the earlier stages of your relationship, and now that you've been together for so many years he's grown more confident being in his true form around you; especially when it comes to manhandling your smaller body.

A small moan escaped you when a gust of cold night air hit your bare skin. Being the only warm one out of the two Clauster grunted and buried his face more into your neck shielding his face from the chilly breeze as he continued to tease you on the balcony under the moonlight.

A small part of you did worry about being seen by his men or some of Lobos pack members, especially with how you were sitting so close to the railing where anyone could look up and see you two. But that feeling was quickly discarded when Clausters long fingers finally slipped inside your soaked folds. Showering your neck with kisses, occasionally letting his fangs lightly brush along your pulse point, your vampire let out a needy moan as his tail coiled around the chair, the tip twitching and thumping against the floor as he pulled you closer to his equally naked body.

"Clauster~" Softly whining when he pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, playfully teasing your clit as he parted your folds just as another gust of cold air hit the two of you. Biting down on his shoulder you muffled a cry as the cold breeze on your wet cunt seemed to only nudge you closer to an orgasm from the temperature difference.

Whimpering as Clausters chuckles jostling you as you lay against his chest you reached up tangling your fingers into his short silver hair and roughly pressing his face against your pulse point hoping he would bite down on you. Maybe it was because after dating a vampire for so long you've come to enjoy getting bitten, even more so when it's not strictly related to feeding.

Clauster let out another soft chuckle at your neediness for his fangs as he kissed his way up to your lips, his fangs playfully tugging on your lower lip "Hush now Moonbeam, we wouldn't want our friends below to hear your sweet noises now would we? After all, they belong only to me."

It was then that you heard a few men on the terrace below laughing and talking amongst themselves. Biting your bottom lip to stifle your noises you couldn't help but let a small gasp escape as you felt one of Clausters cock tips brush against your well-prepped hole, globs of precum leaking from the tip and smearing your folds as he continued to tease you.

His larger hands held your hips keeping you from taking over and guiding his cock inside of you. He kept you like that, hovering over the head as he admired the way your body twitched and shivered in anticipation over him, flushed and panting from the heat of your arousal as well as the chill of the night air. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself quiet, a possessive hiss threatening to escape and no doubt alert his men below know what you two are up to.

You looked beautiful under the full moon's soft glow. The way its soft light shined down upon you made you look ethereal, like a goddess. Throwing his head back with a strained moan as your warm cunt clenched deliciously around his cock as he finally guided you down onto him, his knot the only thing left for you to take.

Wiggling your hips to entice Clauster to move only made him grin and press you down further, his knot begging to slip inside as your slick seeps out coating the knot as you continue to try rocking your hips for some friction "Now now my love you must be patient-" it was his turn to whine now when you clenched around him with a kegel, your smug grin faltering only when he lifted you until only his tip remained in.

Clausters lips were on yours before you could process what he was about to do, his long tongue forcing its way past yours and into your mouth gagging you before he slammed you down until your hips were flushed against one another his knot easily slipping in from all of your squirming slicking it up. Moaning as your body relaxed and submitted to him Clauster pulled out, his low hiss reverberating through you as his tongue slipped further down your throat effectively silencing any more noises that your body hoped to make.

Slowly he eased you back down onto his knot, golden eyes hungrily watching you as his knot popped back in. Your muffled cries of pleasure only spurred him on to do it again and again lifting you up enough for your tight cunt to release his knot with a wet squelch as you came from the feeling of his knot pressing against your g-spot every time he pulled you back down onto himself.

He wasn't nice enough to let you cum while having his knot nice and snug in you. Instead every time he felt you were about to cum he would pull out, thumb toying with your clit to push you over the edge but never when he was inside.

Hearing a few Lycanthropes below start a fight, or a wrestling match it's hard to say with the younger pups, Clauster finally pulled his tongue out allowing you to breathe properly.

Nuzzling your face with a needy growl as his claws dig into your thighs Clauster gently nudges your head to the side. Wrapping your arms around him as his fangs finally sink into your flesh he bucks his hips up just as he sits you down again on his cock.

Doing your best to keep quiet without him gagging you on his tongue this time as his knot slipped in, swelling before he had the chance to try and pull it out you bite down on his shoulder again as you lost your vision momentarily from the shared orgasm as he fills you with his warm cum.

You two lay there latched onto each other's flesh as his second cock twitched against your stomach smearing precum over the small bulge that was forming from the amount of cum Clauster was filling you with.

Letting go of his shoulder you gave the small mark a loving kiss just as he released you, his tongue tentatively licking the wound to make sure he didn't accidentally envenom you. Satisfied that you were alright Clauster wrapped his long arms around you loudly purring as he loved on you.

Giggling you cup his cheeks, thumbs gently brushing across them, and pull him into a soft kiss. Sighing into your embrace Clauster pulled you closer his long beige and dark brown tail twisting underneath you both as he stood, wincing with a small moan as he maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist pressing his knot deeper into you.

"Okay it's disgustingly colder now my love, so in we go." Clutching your warmer body closer to his in hopes of stealing a little more warmth while shielding you from the gusty winds.

You two definitely need to do this again, but maybe not when it wasn't the middle of fall.

(adding a picture of him with his tail this time, took me a while to get a good enough screenshot that showed it)

#roswell conspiracies: aliens myths and legends #character: clauster #monstertober #monster smut #naga x reader #vampire x reader #female reader #teratophillia

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blossom-hwa · 2 years ago

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OMG AAHHH I saw your detailed rizz analysis post and I must say… Y’all really blew my mind cause I do see why you rated the idols as such HAHAHAHA I was specially laughing in agreement at the Soob, Hwa, and Bermuda line ones~ Vernon makes soooo much sense too HAHAHA And I guess your Yunho rizz analysis explains why I’m so head over heels attracted to the man! Oh and I agree soooo much with the Changbin one too HAHAHA I saw you mention Wonho during his analysis and I agree HAHAHA But that made me really curious for Wonho and MONSTA X rizz analysis :((( If it’s not too much of a trouble for y’all, would you mind analysing them too?? Or I guess who do you think is rizzless and the one with most rizz??

hey anon! glad you enjoyed the rizz post :) to be honest I'm not too familiar with monsta x/wonho anymore (not for any particular reason just changing interests), but I'll do a quick sentence or two with my main impressions below! hope you like it <3

original rizz analysis

shownu: positive and high magnitude though not quite infinity. kinda similar to yunho? in that they are both large and soft and have insane charisma but iirc shownu has a thinly veiled thing for being dominated (or is he the one dominating icr) that parallels yunho's thinly veiled thing for feet. hence the similarities and hence the not-positive-infinity level rizz

wonho: fluctuates between +5 and -5. I did say he's very similar to changbin. buff boys. stronk. much strength. except they're also very sweet losers hence the dipping into the negatives. I gave him slightly lower magnitudes than changbin, I don't know why this is the instinct but I mean at least his negative rizz is lower magnitude than changbin's so there's that

minhyuk: low. very negative. EXTREMELY negative. iirc he's very much the puppy type and he reminds me a little too much of hyunjae. he's very aware of the fact that he has next to zero rizz and he WILL use that against you so watch out for the puppy eyes. it doesn't matter in the end though you'll fall victim to them anyway

kihyun: -15. I feel like I've been influenced by this one twt account that I follow bc they love kihyun and are also obsessed with pathetic men so by extension kihyun is pathetic and is down in the negatives. not super high magnitude at least which he should honestly thank me and his hyeya performance for. I was going to give him -1 but then I realized he'd be dangerously close to rizz neutral and that is not happening this man is not neutral on ANYTHING

hyungwon: ooooooooo this is so hard but I'm going to give him -10. he's kinda like chanhee. knows what rizz is. understands his rizz level is in the negatives. does not give two fucks. this gives the impression that he has positive levels of rizz since he doesn't care but be not fooled dear reader he's just a dying victorian child in the guise of a limp noodle dragging himself around the stage. pray for him

(I think kihyun would probably kill me if he knew his rizz levels were under hyungwon's please don't let this get past him)

joohoney: FUCK BRO THIS IS SO HARD. I give him +20. he has so much charisma as an idol it's insane. I watched some of pdx101 (I think this is where it's from) and every time I remember the BAKSU bit I flip flop between convulsing on the floor with laughter and wanting to watch if 15 more times. therefore he gets positive rizz except it's limited by his aegyo. sorry I can't watch that more than 0.1 times before I cringe into oblivion

i.m.: same suit as jangjun and co. he's so alien his rizz is like undefinable. started off with positive infinity magnitude, then it got too high so it like... collapsed in on itself and got converted into whatever the fuck it is now. I couldn't tell you what it is. he's so weird. he holds too much power. I love him very much

#lina answers #nas #anon #monsta x #kpop rizz levels analysis #hope you enjoyed this anon #oh and to be clear #shownu has the highest levels of rizz and minhyuk has the lowest #I think the reasons are obvious.

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mysterycharacterbracket · 9 months ago

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FINAL RECAP POST

Tier 1 - First 44

300. 260. Puff Puff from Your Favorite Martian

299. 160. Maxil of Gallifrey from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

298. 88. Nobody from scp foundation

297. 64. Jubei from Video Game (Blazblue)

296. 131. Nyssa from Doctor Who fused with Bulbasaur from Pokémon

295. 242. Rarity from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

294. 148. Garwin Chang from Kotlc

293. 103. William from Chad Smith: Life of a rich boy (webtoon), and more coming soon TBD

292. 244. Benrey from Half-life VR but the AI is self aware

291. 15. Flavio Who from the submitter's own memes

290. 70. Vislor Turlough from Doctor who (-_-)

289. 293. Lee Ping from Detentionaire

288. 19. Clay Puppington from Moral Orel

287. 211. The Puppeteer from Steldomo (aka an oc in a story the submitter wants to write)

286. 43. hatsune miku; colorful stage

285. 167. Hugtan / Hagumi / Cure Tomorrow from Hugtto Precure

284. 164. Dr Frankistein from Frankenstein (the book)

283. 60. Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama

282. 175. Sho Minamimoto from The World Ends With You

281. 28. Stacy Hirano from Phineas and Ferb!

280. 199. Dib Membrane from Invader Zim

279. 25. Loras Tyrell from A Song of Ice and Fire (NOT the show they fuckijgbmassacred his character)

278. 74. Candyman from Lethal League Blaze

277. 31. Kikiu from Tess of the Road

276. 191. Dazai Osamu from Bungou stray dogs

275. 185. Juta Tachibana from Otomen

274. 85. Jenny Jergens from Detentionnaire

273. 119. Theodore from The House in the Cerulean Sea

272. 95. Shirou Emiya from Fate/Stay Night

271. 124. Puss in Boots from Shrek

270. 137. Phantom Horn from Two Best Brothers Bitch About Ponies/Slime and Punishment/RowdyFuckers CopKillers Endless War (indirectly originatined in Sonichu as well, as slime and punushment is the cannonical ending to Sonichu, TBBBAP, and while not the end, is a cannonical story in RFCK)

269. 8. Greenland from Plague, Inc.

268. 233. Link from The Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap

267. 223. Scooby doo from Scooby doo

266. 156. Cricket from Wings of Fire

265. 10. Wilbur the pig from Charlotte's Web

264. 1. Cleopatra the 7th from Real life

263. 189. Colin Frazer from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

262. 79. Peter Pan from Once Upon a Time

261. 240. Shiho Kobayakawa from Private Actress

260. 277. The Human Faced Fish from Shingi: The Spirit's Playbook

259. 84. Chopfyt (The Tin Man) from Oz

258. 250. Albedo from Ben 10

257. 257. Sam Lloyd/Sergei Lubovitch from The Diviners series

Tier 2 - Round of 256

256. 254. Andrew Ryan from Buoshck

255. 216. Nyssa õf Traken from Doctor who

254. 228. Asha from Iji

253. 22. Whisper Schnee from Boldores and Boomsticks

252. 253. Chuuya Nakahara from Bungou stray dogs

251. 18. Mapleshade from warrior cats

250. 190. Andrew Eldritch from real life

249. 120. sans undertale from undertale

248. 219. T-Rex from Jurassic Park

247. 141. Karkat Vantas from Homestuck

246. 53. Rasputin IV from X-Men

245. 20. Hunter | The Golden Guard from The Owl House

244. 7. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

243. 50. Death from Darksiders

242. 266. Dave Miller from Dsaf

241. 174. Dr. Miranda Jones from Star Trek: The Original Series

240. 274. donquixote doflamingo from one piece

239. 92. Hyakunosuke Ogata from Golden Kamuy

238. 11. Kha'Nel from Dragens Øye

237. 139. George Costanza from Seinfeld

236. 121. Rampage from Beast Wars

235. 62. ε (epsilon) from Mathematics, real life (kinda? Not sure maths qualifies as real life) ) (common phrase: Let ε>0 be any real number)

234. 134. BoJack Horseman from BoJack Horseman

233. 291. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

232. 129. Flavio Rezza (MC Flava) from real life

231. 215. Goodtimewithscar or Scar for short (the minecraft youtuber)

230. 186. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

229. 170. claude frollo from the hunchback of notre dame (specifically the stage musical)

228. 217. Grian from Life Series (3rd/Last/Double/Limited Life)

227. 168. the submitter from real life

226. 269. Mizi from Alien Stage

225. 96. Robin Stuart from Arc of Infinity (Doctor Who)

224. 172. Tessa Minsky from Imogen, Obviously

223. 267. Ea-nasir (real life copper merchant - 1750 BCE)

222. 37. Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3

221. 147. Rose Lavillant from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

220. 135. Fiver from Watership down

219. 251. Keith Kogane from Voltron

218. 63. Cricket from Wings of Fire

217. 146. Adric of Alzarius from Doctor Who

216. 177. Mort from the Madagascar Movies/All Hail King Julian

215. 59. Edward Elric from Fullmetal metal alchemist

214. 290. Jimmy Solidarity from The Empires smp

213. 259. rayla from the dragon prince

212. 205. Starfy from The Legendary Starfy

211. 232. Taako from The Adventure Zone

210. 188. Hatsune Miku from Vocaloid

209/208. 182. Matt Murdock from Daredevil (Netflix)

209/208. 107. Ted Kord from DC comics

207. 86. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

206. 27. Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon

205. 197. Marc Anciel from Miraculous Ladybug

204. 159. Yona from Yona of the Dawn

203. 220. David Chiem from Danganronpa: Despair Time

202. 125. Tynan from Aurora Webcomic

201. 169. Kid Blink from Newsies

200. 128. π (pi) from Mathematics (as in half a circle of radius 1)

199. 275. Zee from Total Drama 2023

198. 278. Flynn Moore from Echo (the furry vn)

197. 270. Caim Tivh from Mørkalven

196. 195. Grendel, The Grimm General from Boldores and Boomsticks

195. 280. Hermie the Unworthy from Dungeons and Daddies

194. 181. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way from My Immortal

193. 247. Monkey D Luffy from One Piece

Tier 3 - Round of 192

192. 68. Jacopo Bearzatti from The House in Fata Morgana

191. 117. Pugsley Guttman from From the animated series Dead End: Paranormal Park

190. 57. Maglor from the Silmarillion

189. 203. Al-An from Subnautica: Below Zero

188. 112. Hercule Poirot from Agatha Christie-verse (???)

187. 122. Rampage from Beast Wars

186. 284. Callie Cuttlefish from Splatoon 1-3

185. 61. Ranpo Edogawa from Bungou Stray Dogs

184. 123. Emil from Nier series

183. 157. vriska from homestuck

182. 213. Brainy Smurf from The Smurfs

181. 36. Doppo Kannonzaka from Hypnosis Mic

180. 38. Diane Nguyen from BoJack Horseman

179. 32. Serial Designation N from Murder Drones

178. 29. Morgrem from Pokemon

177. 17. Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki from Everything Everywhere All at Once

176. 54. Rex Salazar from Generator Rex

175. 161. Huan from The Silmarillion

174. 225. meg from megahex comic series

173. 136. [redacted] / trivia murder party host from jackbox; trivia murder party

172. 42. Toshiko Sato from Torchwood

171. 106. Veeva Dash from Stampy's Lovely World

170. 39. gaheris from arthuriana

169. 287. waylon smithers jr from the simpsons

168. 77. Nathaniel Kurtzberg from Miraculous Ladybug

167. 89. Pit from Kid Icarus

166. 82. Tsurugi Kyousuke / Victor Blade from Inazuma Eleven GO

165. 171. Danhausen from Professional wrestling

164. 3. Maia Drahzar/Edrehasivar VII from The Goblin Emperor

163. 165. Taranee Cook from W.i.t.c.h.

162. 207. Ardyn "Izunia" Lucis Caelum from Final Fantasy XV

161. 132. Invader Zim from Invader Zim

160. 94. Mumbo Jumbo from Real Life/Mcyt

159. 208. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost Cities

158. 78. Aya Burnstein from Dancing In The Devils Auditorium, by xxangelxbl00dxx(the OP) on ao3

157. 230. Nintendo EShop Bag from Nintendo EShop

156. 234. Logan(Logic) from Sanders Sides

155. 261. Eridan Ampora from Homestuck

154. 235. Markiplier from Real Life

153. 138. Hajime Hinata from Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

152. 264. Bao-Dur from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2

151. 71. Fabian Seacaster from Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

150. 283. Bruno Madrigal from Encanto

149. 13. The Fifth Doctor from Doctor Who

148. 155. Tegan Jovanka from Doctor Who

147. 273. Lynne from Ghost Trick

146. 130. Hoshina Hikaru (Cure Star) from Star Twinkle Pretty Cure

145. 81. Damon of Gallifrey from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

144. 239. "Phoenix" from iiRitW, the OP's ORIGINAL (sob) wip videogame

143. 115. Sound Saran from My School President

142. 149. data from star trek the next generation

141. 2. Iruma-kun from Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun

140. 256. Akane Kurashiki from Zero Escape

139. 104. Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon from Sailor Moon

138. 91. Kuromi from Sanrio

137. 158. Corazón de Ballena from Oxventure

136. 192. Milo Murphy from Milo Murphy's Law

135. 105. Alice Price Healy from Incryptid

134. 48. Raven Scofflaw from the submitter's OC from a wip that currently has the filler title 'Family'

133. 187. Vash the Stampede from Trigun

132. 206. Ben from the submitter's OC with almost zero information about lmao (this will change once I update artfight?)

131. 66. Natsuki Subaru from Re:Zero

130. 126. Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher

129. 255. Kevin from Ghost Host Ghost House

Tier 4 - Round of 128

128. 116. Pancho from All Hail King Julien!

127. 110. Kento from Payday 2

126. 113. Grantaire from Les Miserables

125. 65. Lexcanium from Wasteland 2

124. 297. Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars

123. 263. Chocolat Aizawa from Chocolat no Mahou

121/122. 153. Syv from Snøkattprinsen/The Snowcat Prince

121/122. 299. Adam Tyler from the Firewatching series

120. 83. Imogen Scott from Imogen, Obviously

119. 152. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost Cities

118. 198. Sylvio Sawatari from Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

117. 295. Pheonix Wright from Ace Attorney

116. 221. Prince Tarte (full name so long even he can't remember all of it) from Fresh Precure

115. 286. Ingo from Pokemon Legends Arceus

114. 279. The Collector from The Owl House

113. 227. Guildmaster Wigglytuff from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

112. 99. Nanako Dojima from Persona 4

111. 262. Lunar from The sun and moon show

110. 143. the doctor (could just be the 10th doctor if thats too broad) from doctor who

109. 108. Don Quixote from Limbus Company

108. 46. Chiono from Steldomo (aka an oc in a story the submitter wants to write)

107. 236. the Doctor from Doctor Who

106. 45. Hao Asakura from Shaman King

105. 16. Tatsuya Suou from Persona 2

104. 194. Magic Brian from The Adventure Zone: Balance

103. 229. ronan lynch from the raven cycle

102. 58. Todd Chavez from BoJack Horseman

101. 252. Susan Sto Helit from The Discworld series

100. 12. Baljeet Tjinder from Phineas and Ferb

99. 271. Manga Fukidashi from My hero academia

98. 238. Cure Lovely/Megumi Aino from Happiness Charge Precure

97. 154. Nate Ford from Leverage

Tier 5 - Round of 96

96. 210. Melanie King from The Magnus Archives

95. 241. Vriska Serket from Homestuck

94. 93. Cure Passion from Fresh Precure

93. 44. Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls

92. 265. Otome from Video game (Gnosia)

91. 173. Lucian Lockhart from the submitter's imagination

90. 4. Pyotr 'Pierre' Bezukhov from War and Peace

89. 6. Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi from Gotham Academy/DC Comics

88. 76. Meridius from Venom

87. 268. daniil dankovsky from pathologic

86. 55. Nona from Nona the Ninth (book)

85. 24. Prince Peasely from Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga

84. 298. IMOGEN from stellar firma

83. 52. Jordyn Khaos from The chronicles of Destiny

82. 166. Gideon Nav from The Locked Tomb

81. 282. Obi from Snow White with the Red Hair

80. 281. Dalinar Kholin from Stormlight Archive

79. 140. Tim Drake from DC Comics, Batman Comics

78. 248. Brightheart from Warriors

77. 23. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost cities

76. 109. Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist

75. 289. Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul

74. 114. Vinnie Dakota from Milo Murphy's Law

73. 14. Jin Macchiato from Fuga: Melodies of Steel

72. 101. Hendry Lowe from All of Us Villains

71. 212. Annabel McAllistair from Dolls of new albion

70. 258. Sanji from One piece

69. 214. God from the Bible

68. 73. Kosane Kiriha from Null Magical Girl

67. 218. Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit

66. 118. anakin skywalker from star wars

65. 90. Adina Astra from Lost Constellation (Night in the Woods Supplemental)

Tier 6 - Round of 64

64. 35. Larten Crepsley from The Saga of Darren Shan

63. 49. Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House

62. 26. Perona from One Piece

61. 47. Bain from Payday: the Heist and Payday 2

60. 144. Heiji Hattori from Detective Conan

59. 41. Maglor from The Silmarillion

58. 237. Carrot from The Discworld series

57. 179. John from Malevolent (podcast)

56. 226. Katarina Claes from My Next Life as a Villianess

55. 127. five hargreeves from the umbrella academy

54. 196. Dragon from Parahumans

53. 102. Vanessa Santoro from Fablehaven book series

52. 150. James Flint from Black Sails

51. 180. Sasha Rackett from Rusty Quill Gaming

50. 249. Donna Noble from Doctor Who

49. 178. Beauregard Lionett from Critical Role

Tier 7 - Second bracket

48. 151. Zisu from Pokemon Legends Arceus

47. 209. Prince Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender

46. 56. Canute from Vinland Saga

45. 183. otto octavius / doc ock from spiderman 2

44. 204. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

43. 33. Mihashi Ren from Ookiku Furikabutte (Big Windup!)

42. 100. The original char aznable from Gundam

41. 51. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

40. 292. akagi shigeru from akagi

39. 202. Douglas F. Eiffel from Wolf 359

38. 80. Marty Mikalski from The Cabin in the Woods, 2011

37. 142. The Reaper from Death's door

36. 184. Thors from Vinland Saga

35. 200. Ryoma Hoshi from Danganronpa

34. 75. Darth Maul from Star Wars

33. 243. Kim Theerapanyakul from Kinnporsche The Series

Tier 8 - Round of 32

32. 34. Godzilla from Godzilla

31. 300 Baljeet Tjinder from Phineas and Ferb

30. 245. Duck Newton from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

29. 145. Gakushuu Asano from Assassination Classroom

28. 30. Natsume Takashi from Natsume's Book of Friends

27. 276. Nona from The Locked Tomb series

26. 87. Cordelia Gallo from Gosick

25. 162. Richard Spender from Paranatural

Tier 9 - Round of 24

24. 296. Horse from Centaurworld

23. 40. charlie kelly from its always sunny in philadelphia

22. 294. Warren Peace from Sky High

21. 176. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

20. 285. Daisy Wells from Murder Most Unladylike (book series)

19. 201. zane from lego ninjago

18. 9. Tin from Triage

17. 111. Kelsier from Mistborn

Tier 10 - Sweet 16

16. 98. Fujiwara no Sai from Hikaru no Go

15. 133. Megamind from Megamind

14. 97. V from Devil May Cry

13. 69. Vegas Theerapanyakul from Kinnporsche: The Series

Tier 11 - Top Twelve

12. 193. The Obituary Writer from Death By Dying

11. 163. hollyleaf from warrior cats

10. 72. King Clawthorne from The Owl House

9. 288. Vin from Mistborn

Tier 12 - Elite Eight

8. 222. Galacta Knight from Kirby

7. 224. Metal Sonic from Sonic Series

Tier 13 - Final bracket

6. 272. Ilke from Phenomena

5. 231. Maika Halfwolf from Monstress

Tier 14 - Final Four

4. 246. Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney

Tier 15 - Thrilling Three

3. 21. Olenna Tyrell from A Song of Ice and Fire

Tier 16 - Top Two

2. 5. Parker from Leverage

Tier 17 - Only One

1. 67. Sophie Foster from Keeper of the lost cities

#mystery character bracket #character review

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writers-wind · 2 years ago

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GLASS

That smooth tanned skin, that long silky hair

that perfect body, that perfect face

Those high high heels and those vintage clothes

trendy accessories and all those pretty jewels

and all the things she modestly owns.

Those really wide smiles

and a thousand lingering eyes

That large group of chatter

laughing, talking and living

and she fits perfectly amidst this air

The air I can't breathe

I don't smile that often nor do I have many admirers

I wear simple clothes which fit me as perfectly as they can

People don't surround me everywhere I go,

and neither do I have much of a perfect aura to show

My crushes are genuinely rare and I don't get enough stares

but that is probably okay, It's not like I care!

I'm not the girl people always fall in love with

and I care about broken hearts much more than she does

Yet here I am, looking in the mirror left with nothing to do

but to compare.

No, I'm not her.

I'm just someone who passes by

every once in a while

overthinking,

how I am not she

and can never be

I am just lost in a mirror maze

left with a broken peice

of an invisible me.

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chixkencxrry · 4 years ago

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Give In

Pairings: Loki x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have been hiding from him for the past six months, determined to not be shackled by his dangerously possessive nature you went through extreme lengths to sever ties with him – including breaking a piece of your soul. But Loki has only ever been determined to get what was owed to him.

Warnings: dub-con, somewhat dark! Loki, oral (f + m), anal, exhibitionist, misuse of magic. Dirty talk.

DO NOT TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WORK!

You closed your eyes and let your body fall back, legs wrapped around the greasy pole. That fucking idiot, you thought, she wore too much oil. Luckily you didn’t fall and hit anything, gracefully sliding until you unwrapped and stood, dancing for the men in the little dark club.

It wasn’t something you enjoyed – sure, you’d be damned if anyone shamed you for it but sex work was far from the best kind of work you imagined. But you had to eat.

Squatting, you twerked your cheeks eliciting a chorus of ohs from the crowd. You kept the same vacant smile on, trying not to cringe as dirty fingers stuffed bills into the strings of your thong.

This was better than having the last job - he’d almost caught you then. You flinched to think of what he’d do if he ever saw what you were doing for money. But dancing for strangers in dark felt less dehumanizing than being his.

The song ended, and you stood, heels clicking as you strode off the stage into the background. The smile left as you got back into the dressing room. A few girls were inside, counting their tips and fixing themselves to either return onstage or go home. You were looking to do the latter of the three.

Too tired to count your tips, you picked all your money up and stuffed it into your duffel bag. You’d lost all shame of dressing in front of the girls a few months back, taking the pasties and thong off. You’d have to wait until you got home to shower the glitter off. But you were grateful for the wipes you kept around.

While wiping off, you saw one of the girls at the corner of your eye. Lovie.

“Hey Dumbass!” You called, tossing the dirty wipe. “Did you bathe in a goddamn oil bucket? I almost broke my damn hip just now.”

Lovie rolled her blue eyes and popped her gum. “All you had to do was get it cleaned.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Right. And miss out on the big tippers that have to get home to their wives? Real smooth, Lovie.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying Y/N.”

“I don’t give a fu–“

“Ladies.”

The two women stilled, the older, professional dancer looked at them shamefully. “You know we try not to fuss too much before heading home. Especially with all the murders lately.”

The murders. Right. Maybe that’s why you were so on edge lately - four girls killed in the last three weeks. Young women. Different races. It was so hauntingly familiar. The only thing they had in common was that they were all found at night, the witching hour at three.

You checked the time, and it was just a little after one. Lauren was right and you did not have the time.

Sighing, you turned your back to them and quickly got dressed. A baggy grey hoodie and sweatpants, with a pair of white running shoes. You took the horrible, cheapass, purple wig you’d worn to match the body glitter and eyeshadow and tossed it.

You cleaned your makeup off and dashed the napkin off into the bin. Cleaning it off as best you could, you put on a pair of shades and some chapstick and headed out into the real world.

It was a long ride back to the cabin you were renting, but it was certainly better than staying in the overpriced city. Plus, no security cameras to track you in the old property - no way for him to track you. You kept your face covered as much as you could outside of the walls of the club. Shades, a neck warmer (or hoodie), with your hair, wrapped up. Most of all, you hid your hands. That obnoxious tattoo you’d gotten with alien ink for him couldn’t be hidden by concealer or anything else.

The property was surrounded by powerful spell-work - a gift from Wanda, to keep you out of his reach. It had only one upkeep. A steady supply of your blood. You weren’t sure if the exact date was time, but you were certain it was near. However, you’d been on your feet for hours and you were as physically exhausted as you were mental. Tomorrow it could be fixed – you could rest a little tonight. Secure in your safety.

Parking your car, you set the alarm in case of a fellow mortal finding their way inside. The cabin was simple, modern two-story with lovely wide, high windows. Thank god you didn’t have neighbors, or else they would’ve seen you running around your home at any odd hour.

Before showering, you braided your hair into two fat, French braids, tying it up in a silk scarf before stepping into your shower. Scrubbing your skin with your loofah, and face with a wash rag until you were clean.

The house echoed the unsettling silence of being alone. Once more you thought of his laughter and poetry, how it filled every part of the spaces you used to occupy with him. How he possessed the very air you breathed, how he demanded every bit of your mind, drowning you in his selfishness.

Yet your soul ached for the part of him you carved out like a mad butcher; aches for his name he’d signed himself into you with his spirit.

You screamed into the silent house filling it with your ache, falling to your knees as you cried onto your bathroom floor for no one to hear. You had not felt this in so long – had not felt so weak for him in months.

No since you –

Wait.

No.

No, no, no.

In a flash of madness, you ran to your kitchen, scrambling the drawers for something to prick your skin with. You could let this happen – you couldn’t let Loki back in again.

Finally, you found a steak knife. Swinging your door open, you knelt on the wet grass and aimed the knife for your palm.

At least, that was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out.

***************

You did not dream, but rather floated. Liquid as you existed, not thinking, not feeling – nothing. Dragging from this, you began to feel the physical first. The softness of your bedsheet. The cool of the ac air on your skin. You became aware of your nakedness before becoming aware of where you were.

With great effort, you opened your eyes to see the lavender ceiling of your room. Furrowing your brows you tried to get up but couldn’t - too weak, too heavy.

Sluggish.

Your mouth could not even open, your lips could not part, and your tongue iron. It was unnatural.

It felt like spell-craft.

More specifically; it felt like Loki’s magic. You knew it all too well, even now.

“Hello, my beautiful love.” His voice crooned, but you didn’t see him – eyes still trapped in a gaze with the ceiling. “You’ve changed.”

Yes. You should try it.

“You’ve cut me out of you – not very good for a wife to do.” Voice deceptively calm, you heard the floorboards squeak as he came closer.

He appeared above you, grinning with malice. Loki was as beautiful as he was when he first manifested himself to you. In college, when you were younger and lost – worst of all arrogant, you’d joined a cult. Somewhere to feel home, and that cult had been one for his honor. You’d been devoted because you had no other God to look to or love to imagine in the world. Loki had come to you to aid him in hiding something at the time – and you did, when he returned you fell in love. And then you left that fucking nightmare. His love was a selfish love that consumed and didn’t blossom. His love was a suffocating one.

Had you been able to scream – you would have. “But no worries, I’ve found a way to fix that. Very messy spell work, but you – you have always been worth it.”

He slinked back into the shadows but was not far as you heard him moving about. When he reappeared he was holding a chalice.

“Open.” He commanded, and your legs slid open, to your mortification, causing him to laugh. “Should be more specific. Open your mouth for your husband.”

You did, but magical manipulation.

He poured the black liquid down your throat, though it smelt metallic like blood whilst its inky flavor bittered your tongue. You had no idea what kind of potion it was, its flavor and smell unlike anything else you’d ever encountered.

He said he was going to fix it, you thought over, was he going to fix the break you’d made? The tear? Panic flooded your bloodstream as your y/e/c clouded over. It would take dark, dark magic to amend a soul tear.

Those girls - all those young women were dead now because of Loki’s insane need to claim ownership over you.

No, my love, his voice floating through the repairing bond, they are dead because you’ve shown me disloyalty.

Please, please just let me go, you pleaded, as the pain began. Searing, burning pain as your soul mended from the lives of those dead girls. Rewriting his claim in awful ritual.

“No.” He said out loud. Appearing in your blurred vision, black and green swirling. “You’ll see my way soon. You are young yet, my lovely.”

Tears spilled down your face as you shivered through the paralysis spell. You can have another – there are so many willing, you begged.

“But none are you, Y/N,” he kissed your lips, softly and bit down to draw blood. When he pulled back his lower teeth were red and pink lips tinged crimson. “Sleep.”

***************

Your favorite song played in the kitchen as you sat at the table. Spooning your Cheerios with a trembling hand.

Before you, Loki danced in front of a stove - bacon sizzling. His dark hair was bouncing and looked a little less greasy than usual. He wore attractive loungewear, that appeared comfortable but looked much posher than anything you’d ever seen before.

The spell had worked its course, and your torn soul had mended. Which meant the emotions and connection had come together as well. You rigidly stared back at him – eyes ablaze with fury at it being undone.

But you felt whole in a way you hadn’t since you’d decided to end things.

That bond didn’t mean you couldn’t make things difficult of course.

“I have to go to work sometime.” You reminded, finishing up your cereal. Slurping the milk from the container – this man had seen your asshole, you didn’t care if he saw you slurp milk.

Loki laughed sharply. “Of course you do. You can go back today.”

You licked your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him as he turned off the stove and dished out his breakfast.

“You’re letting me go back to work?”

Loki shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I want my wife gainfully employed?”

You felt a hot rush fill your cheeks. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

Loki simply ate his breakfast, enjoying the way you squirmed. Getting up, you tossed your bowl into the sink and attempted to stalk out of the kitchen. He grabbed your upper arm and gave you a grin. “Where are you going?”

“To bed.”

All teeth, he responded in that attractive tone of his that made your legs weak. “You’re work has just started.”

His magic filled the room and in an instant, you were in an imitation of the club’s private room. Much cleaner, much more silent – there was only one chair, large and plush. And in it sat Loki, holding his breakfast, munching slowly as he gazed at you with starving green eyes.

You trembled from the stage.

“Well, wife,” he started. “Get to work.”

“Fuck you!”

Canines on display, he bit into a piece of crunchy bacon. “You act like you have a choice. You wouldn’t like me to get mad.”

Frightened, for the life of others and yourself you stiffened your back and rolled your shoulders. Loki had magicked an outfit on you, you found yourself gazing in the mirrored walls at your reflection.

An almost invisible thong with a sparkling corset and tassels on your nipples. Your skin glowed with emerald sparkles, matching the black and green of your rich corset. The heels were black, thin, and high – you’d danced in worst.

“What is this?” You whispered, still not looking at him. “Punishment?”

“You thought you’d get away with flaunting my body like some common whore?” He spewed, passionate but yet his body was unmoving - still – as the plate of breakfast food balanced on his knee.

Green eyes roamed over you. “But I forgive you, I forgive you because I love you. Because love is not limited – but love does not exempt you from punishment. You want to be a whore, then you’ll be mine.” He clicked his fingers, and suddenly music started.

Shivering, you started your dance like you usually did, eyes meeting his as you moved your body to the beat. Manipulating your hips to the beat, before squatting low in front of him and showcasing your plumb womanhood. Raising, you turned and bent - bouncing the cheeks of your ass before you began to work the pole.

You pulled yourself up, legs together and stiff as you swung your body around once - then twice, before wrapping a leg around and leaning back. Your hair tumbled down as your neck bent back.

Graceful, as you spun yourself. Once, then slowly raised your other leg – pointed toe.

In those months of perfecting your moves, you never thought it would lead you back to Loki. But all things did in the end, even though it twisted something inside you to be bare with him, it felt good for him to see you like this again.

Armlessly sliding down the pole - your heels clicked on the smooth floor, on your belly you crawled to him. Ass in the air as it moved side to side, cheeks tempting him as you met the edge.

Loki set the food aside and stood, his hips meet the stage and he knelt one knee in it for balance.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, fingers tracing your face. His pointer finger slipped pass your lips, dampened by your spit, he added a second finger and mimicked fucking with it. After a while, you saw him release his cock from his pants, and without ceremony, he parted your jaw and shoved his cock in.

“How long have you denied me this?” He growled, wrapping your hair around his hand and fisting it tightly. Loki let his cock sit in your mouth, groaning at the feel of it until he finally began moving.

Above you, he moaned at the long-lost sensation. “My dirty fucking whore – how many men have you let sully you since me?”

None.

He grinned, pleased at the nonverbal answer made available by your renewed link. Fucking your mouth slowly with his thick, heavy cock, Loki moved your head to match his need. “I’ve fucked as many women as I could to forget you.”

That hurt. That had really fucking hurt. A possessive part of you hadn’t wanted him with anyone else

“Killed them all right after – none quite matched up to you, no – you are my perfect cocksucker.” He purred.

Wet sounds filled the make-believe room and Loki used your mouth as he saw fit, slow and steady. “You know what would make this even better?”

You couldn’t answer, mouth full of god cock and thoughts full of lust, you merely hummed as you sucked down on him.

Tightening his grip, he mushed your face against his groin. “Making sure everyone knows your mine.”

You didn’t know what that meant but out of the corner of your eyes, you found the horrifying looks of coworkers and regulars. You tried to scramble from the hold but Loki held an iron grip.

Gone was the slow, steady pace of his previous lovemaking, now he was fucking your mouth. “Dirty whore, you wanted to put on a fucking show – you wanted to work. Well, show them the kind of slut you are; mine.”

He bobbed your head, up and down the length of his dick, sliding it down the hollow, wet cave of your mouth with a patent rhythm.

He kept his motion, fast and hard, tears ruining your mascara. He liked the view of you below him – servicing his cock the way you were meant to. He flexed his cock, and soon without warning, he was coming in your mouth. Slowly, he dragged his cock out painting your lips and chin with his cum. You choked prettily and he waved away the audience once your humiliation was over. Tears and cum on your beautiful face – you would learn your place.

You would learn to love him the way no one else would ever.

Hours after, he still had not let you out of the outfit, though he’d clean you off and dolled you back up again. After breakfast he’d made you follow him about, before deciding to sit you down for a game of checkers - you had not learned to play chess in his absence but he was resigned to teach you it soon. You’d hope to be dead by then.

“Grim thoughts,” he chastised with a click of his tongue. “I’ll have your mind turned back to me like before.”

“I was a twenty-year-old without love,” you muttered, moving your piece forward.

“And you have love now?” Another lover? His mind pushed into yours.

No, you’ve pushed me away from men, you spat at him. “I love myself now. I didn’t before.”

“I love you enough for the both of us.” You have enough love to give me. You’ve always had more than you realized. He told you through the link, voice thick with his magic.

“To love you is to exhaust me,” You don’t love - you possess, you consume, you argued.

Loki didn’t respond, mentally or out-loud, merely pushing his piece forward, over yours. Ending your last piece on the board. He’d won - again.

Frustrated, you tossed the board aside and got up, back to him as you stood at the bar. He laughed before getting up.

Don’t be a spoilsport. I am superior to you after all.

“Give me a break,” you muttered, retrieving an opened bottle of vodka from behind the dry bar. Grabbing your elbow, he turned you around to face him. So much taller than you, you tried not the mewl at his scent, everything about him conjured a dichotomy of emotions. Hate, love, and discomfort. Loki was imposing but he was there for you more than anyone else in your life had ever been.

It would do you good to remember that.

You narrowed your eyes. You’re so invasive.

Try not to think so loud then. He grinned, lifting you to sit at the bar. You were eye to eye this way; the bare was not as high as it was made for your more average height than his own.

Swinging back some of the vodka, it went down smooth but as nothing. A side effect of the bond was his fucking tolerance level. Another reason to be pissed at the bond being reconnected.

“You are an extremely argumentative mortal,” he complained, head dipping to kiss your neck.

“Find another then.”

He chuckled, nipping your skin with his front teeth. “Don’t be stupid, Y/N.”

His hands rubbed your shoulders and upper arms, before settling on your waist, slowly traveling to your breasts. He massaged then slowly, tugging the tassel which made you hiss. Eventually, he popped them off, bowing his head, he captured a nipple in his mouth. Wet and cool, his tongue swirled around it, before his teeth bit it softly - the act causing a sting of pleasure to shoot straight to your core.

A wandering hand stopped between the space of your crouch and his hips, pulling aside the flimsy crouch of your touch, he touched the freshly shaven dampness of your crouch. Rubbing it before putting work onto your clit. With the combination of his mouth on your breast and finger on your clit, you came quick. No big splashes but a full-body shaking; months since he or anyone else had brought this kind of pleasure to you.

He moved back, dropping your tit and sucking his finger with lewd beauty.

Dropping to his knee, he rubbed his nose to your soaked core. Kissing it delicately, he slipped his tongue between the slit, up and down from your swollen clit before slipping his tongue inside.

The bottle of alcohol dropped as he ate you out, you didn’t even care about the crash and splatter of glass. Closing your eyes, you hummed in pleasure at his ministrations, fingers threading into his black hair as your hips moved against his face to chase your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come, he pulled back. In a swift motion, he removed you from the bar and pulled you on your side upon the soft couch. Loki pulled his pants down, that angry cock glaring at you before he spat on its tip and rubbed the saliva in, spearing his cock inside your quivering warmth. Sensitive and ready, you whimpered as he proceeded to fuck you. Nothing bigger than your finger had entered you in months, but you felt complete with his thick organ sawing into you.

“I’ve missed this tight little pussy,” groaned working hips to a tattoo. His hand on your hip squeezed, serving as a balance for him as he fucked you. His eyes stayed on your chest as it bounced from his thrusts.

You tried to grab onto the cushion of the sofa for sort of grip, eyes shut tight as he fucked you raw.

“Take me so good...” he muttered, creating an echoing clapping sound amind the squelching of your moisture taking his battering. Like flesh steel, his smooth length stabbed into your center.

“Fuck me,” you moaned out, unexpectedly in pleasure.

Loki chuckled at your weakness and sharpened his thrusts, causing you to scream.

A clap on your ass brought caused you to open your eyes as you hollered from the pain, but he didn’t stop - smacking the cheek until a stung. The pain of it coupled with the pleasure of him inside you had you chanting his name.

Loki. Loki. Loki.

He growled, giving your ass a final sting before exchanging places with his other hand, the idle hand went to your clit and strummed it - eager to send you to completion. “All I had to do to get you to behave was give you some cock? You disobedient little bitch.”

You’re bitch.

That did it, sending you over the edge. You came on his dick, your whole body a liquid nerve of sensitivity afterward. “Fuck, come on your husband’s cock, come on me so I can fuck into you until you cry for mercy.”

That might be sooner than he realized, he pulled out after you were done - you were it was a sight to see. Quivering, soaking in your juices, and full of greed for more of him. He turned you onto your belly, giving your pussy a harsh slap that made you squirm. He did it again, this time you hollered.

Slap!

Each one harsher than the other, hitting your abused cilt and swollen lips. “You danced for men and made them think they could own what was mine.” he spat with venom.

Slap!

“You let other men touch a body that had only ever known my imprint.”

Slap!

“I think that deserves some punishment - don’t you?”

“...please..”

He bent down to your ear, his oiled finger (When did he have the time to do that? Magic, it was always magic with him.) already at the rim of your asshole. He slid a finger in, the friction causing you to jerk from the hurt of it. He began to stretch it out slowly, what he was about to do made you squirm. “Too late, my wife.”

Loki fucked a second finger in, stretching as he made scissoring motions. “I’ve got to reclaim every inch of you beloved - reclaimed that mouth, I reclaimed that pussy, and now - ” the sound of him spitting was heard and then you felt the intrusion of his thick head into the ring of your tight asshole.

“Squirming makes it worst,” he mocked, not caring any longer for your comfort and just pressing forward into you until his cock sat fully. Tear prickled your eyes at it.

Too large.

He chuckled, an arm finding its way around your neck as he pressed his chest to your back. Too bad.

Loki fucked into your asshole with all the anger he had to have been holding in. Vicious and selfish, he did not wean you in, fucking your hole for himself - the two of you weren’t having sex. He was. He was using you in the cruelest of ways, without care and affection. “Such a tight little asshole, I’ll stretch out again - fuck, fuck fuck...”

You tried to fit it, yet your body felt pleasure from his rough handling. Your traitorous body still knew him in ways you’d tried to forget. “H-Harder.”

A question came with sinister glee. “What did my little whore say?”

You repeated in a murmur.

Loki snapped his hips as a painful punishment, using his arm around your shoulder and neck to raise you to your knees - the pleasure increasing painfully as he fucked you in a new position. “Louder.”

“Harder!” you screamed and he delivered, snaking a hand around your waist to rub your clit as he fucked into your ass with a steady pattern. You could feel when he was losing his rhythm, his orgasm approaching. Already raw from all your previous orgasms, you came with a squirt before he came in your anal canal, filling you with his sperm.

Loki didn’t exit right away, fucking you until he was soft inside your ass. Flaccid and limp, he exited, letting go and letting you fall into the couch, his spunk leaking out in thick, white clumps onto the nice, black velvet.

Before you, he was hardening again and you felt yourself hunger for him. A quick flash of worry filled you and you asked a question. “You’re never going to leave me alone.”

Tilting his head to the side, his handsomely ruffled hair moving as well, he smirked at you. Stroking his cock to life. “You’re finally catching on.”

***************

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” Wanda greeted with a sigh. “We’ve tried contacting you for the past three days - Thor mentioned there may be some activity from Asgard but he isn’t sure.”

Your eyes caught the visible tattoo on your ring finger before you answered. “Everything is fine on my end - I’m very safe, Wanda.”

“Will you call me again? Tonight?” You smiled at her worry before responding.

“Of course I will,” the two of you talked a bit more before the conversation came to a natural close - Wanda was a good friend, so it made you feel bad for lying.

“Who was that?”

You turned, tying your robe loosely - you’d run from the shower to answer the phone. “Wanda. I haven’t been in contact for a while and she was worried.”

Loki nodded, planting a kiss on your lips as he undid the string of your robe. His hands finding home in the shape of your body while the kiss deepened.

“I told her there wasn’t to nothing to worry about,” you told him, giggling into his mouth. Loki planted his hands on your ass, lifting you. He walked you to your shared bed and laid you down, with the robe open he kissed the inner of your knee, your thighs before finally reaching your pussy.

Yes, you thought as he ate you like starved man, there was nothing to worry about.

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Fatws: Rewrite

The Star-Spangled Man

Bucky Barnes x Daughter!reader, Sam Wilson x Teen!reader

Warnings: Small mentions of injuries, John Walker

“What the hell!” you yelled, waking up your dad.

“What is it?” he asked, panic in his voice. He looked over at you, sitting on the floor.

“Look,” you gestured towards the tv with the news playing on it. Bucky watched as John Walker walked across the stage, in his new suit, carrying Steve’s shield. Bucky didn’t speak. He was too furious to say anything.

“Dad?” you looked at him, “Dad!”

“Hmm,” he hummed, not peeling away from the tv.

“Why would they do that? Why would Sam give the shield up? Steve wanted him to have it. Not this bimbo.”

“I don’t know. We need to go,” Bucky stood up, “Get dressed. You’re coming with.”

~~~~~

Within the hour, Bucky had dragged you along to an airplane base. He told you he needed to talk with Sam and he knew he would be here. You spotted Sam walking down the steps and you nudged your dad, pointing at Sam.

Bucky started walking towards him, you following behind him, “You shouldn't have given up the shield,” he said.

“Good to see you too Buck,” Sam responded. You stepped out from behind your dad and caught Sam’s attention, “And you too Y/n,” he walked past the both of you, ignoring Bucky’s statement.

“This is wrong,” your dad said.

“I'm working on it alright?” Sam said back, “All this outrage is going to have to wait.”

“You didn’t know this was going to happen?”

“Of course I didn’t know. It broke my heart to see them marching him up there and call him the new Captain America.”

“Steve didn’t want this,” you said.

“What do you want me to do?” Sam asked, “Call everyone and tell them I changed my mind? I can’t do that.”

You and Bucky just looked at each other.

“Well it’s been a great reunion you two. Hope you’re well,” Sam patted your dad on the back and walked towards the plane he was about to take.

“You had no right to give up the shield, Sam,” you snapped at him.

“Here’s what you’re not going to do,” Sam said, turning to face you two, “You’re not going to come in here with your overextended life, bringing along the munchkin from munchkin land and tell me about my rights. It’s over, you two. I have bigger things to deal with now.”

“What could be bigger than this?” your dad asked.

Sam sighed and pulled out his phone, pulling out a photo of a man in a mask, “This man is connected with rebel organizations across Europe. He’s strong, too strong.

“And?” you asked. Why did a man in Europe take priority over the fake with the shield?

“He’s connected to a group called the Flag Smashers. Redwing traced them to a building outside Munich. That’s where I’m heading,” Sam walked towards the plane again, Bucky right on his heels and you behind him.

“Well I don’t trust Redwing,” Bucky said, “Hold on a minute.”

“You don’t have to trust him,” Sam said, stopping in his tracks, “But I'm going to go see if he’s right. Cause I have a feeling they’re a part of the Big Three.”

“What Big Three?” you asked.

“The Big Three,” Sam said as if it was obvious what he was talking about.

“What Big Three?” your dad asked again.

“Androids, aliens, and wizards,” Sam said.

“That’s not a thing,” you said.

“That’s definitely a thing,” Sam fought back.

“No it’s not,” you argued.

“Every time we fight, we fight one of The Big Three.”

“Who are you fighting now?” Bucky asked, clearly taking your side, “Gandalf?”

Sam did a double take at Bucky before speaking, “How do you know about Gandalf?”

“I read the Hobbit. In nineteen thirty-seven. When it first came out,” Bucky said.

“So you see my point!” Sam exclaimed.

“No I don’t,” Bucky said back.

You looked at both men, slightly confused. Sam noticed and explained, “Gandalf is a wizard from a book called The Hobbit. It’s about-”

“I know what it’s about,” you said, cutting him off, “I read it also.”

“You read it? I didn’t even know you could do that,” Sam said.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Yes I can read. I have the education of an eight year old, not a two year old. Eight year olds can read,” you explained.

“Well you seem confused. Are you confused?”

“I'm confused as to why two grown men are arguing over whether wizards are real or not,” you said, “Which they aren’t.”

“What about Doctor Strange?” Sam said.

“He’s a sorcerer,” your dad said back.

“Ha!” Sam yelled, “A sorcerer is a witch without a hat. Think about it?”

“What?” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m right. I just came up with that,” Sam said.

Bucky sighed and put his hands on his hips.

“Look. that’s not the point. These guys aren’t magical. They use brute force like you do,” Sam said, pointing at Bucky. Even though you had the serum in you, it was a smaller dose and didn’t affect you as much. You relied mostly on the fight training but you had some strength, just not much compared to your dad and Steve, “The guy with the staring problem,” Sam walked towards the jet again and like before, you and Bucky followed.

“I”m coming with you,” Bucky said.

“Me too!” you said.

~~~~~

Shortly after that, you found yourself sitting on a plane with your dad next to you and Sam sitting across from you. It was silent for most of the trip, the only talking coming from either you and Bucky’s conversation or Sam and Torres’.

Torres stepped into the room and checked his watch, “One minute till drop off,” he walked towards the hatch and started getting everything ready. You looked back and forth between the other two men. They were having a staring contest for whatever reason until Sam stood up when the hatch doors opened.

Sam went over to his gear to grab his goggles and comms. Bucky stood up after him and grabbed comms for him and for you before sitting back down and handing them to you.

“So what’s the plan?” Bucky asked. He put his pair in before making sure yours were okay as well. Sam just smirked and kept checking his gear, “So, no plan?” he asked again.

“Thirty seconds!” Torres yelled over the noise of the rushing air. The hatch was open and he was right next to it. Sam started walking towards it.

“Enjoy your ride, Buck. And you too Y/n,” he said.

“You can’t call me that,” Bucky said.

“Why not? That’s what Steve called you.”

“Steve knew me longer and Steve had a plan.”

“Fifteen seconds,” Torres said.

“I have a plan,” Sam said.

“Really?” you asked, standing up, Bucky following you, “What is it then?”

By now, Sam was at the door and putting his goggles on. He smiled at the two of you before jumping out of the plane.

“Great,” your dad mumbled under his breath, “Where’s the chutes?” he asked Torres.

“We’re at two hundred feet. It’s too low for chutes,” he replied.

Bucky grabbed you and walked towards the hatch. When you realized what he was doing you stopped and pulled away.

“Are you crazy? I’m not jumping out of a plane,” you said. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“We don’t really have a choice,” he said. He stuck his hand out for you to take, “You’re fine. I got you.”

You reluctantly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in close to him. In all your years, you had never done something so crazy and stupid ever. Bucky made sure his grip on you was tight before jumping out of the plane.

Your screams were probably loud enough to make him go deaf but it didn’t stop you. Bucky used his metal arm to break through all the tree branches and take all the damage. It was the first thing to hit the ground as well.

When you hit the ground, you landed on your back. You felt the wind get knocked out of you but other than that, you felt fine. You watched Redwing circle above your heads.

“I have all of that on camera you know?” you heard Sam say over the comms.

“Get out of my face or I’ll break it,” your dad muttered, sitting up. He helped you up and brushed himself off and you did the same.

“Okay,” Redwing backed up and started moving away, “Head north.”

~~~~~

You reached a series of abandoned buildings and followed Redwing inside. You stuck close by your dad, in case anything jumped out. One of the things you had found in the twenty-first century were ghost stories. Sure, they had them in the forties but you never paid attention to them. During the Blip, you had all the time to read up on them and scare the living daylights out of you if there was a quiet shuffle on the street behind you.

You were walking so close to Bucky that you stepped on the back of his shoe, almost tripping him, “Y/n,” he said a little sternly, “Personal space please.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, “I get the heebie jeebies in these types of places.”

“A spy who’s scared of an empty building? Really?” Sam joked.

“Shut it Sam or I’ll be the one breaking Redwing,” you hissed.

Just as you said that, the drone flew by your dad’s head and he grabbed at it, barely missing it.

“Uh oh. Don’t break it,” Sam said.

~~~~~

You continued walking through the maze of buildings until you reached Sam. You had to be extra quiet since the Flag Smashers were nearby.

Bucky looked over at them for a few seconds, eyeing up his next fight.

“You’re doing the staring thing again,” Sam said, looking up from the surveillance tech on his wrist, “They’re in there,” he motioned towards a wall that split the warehouse in two.

Sam lowered his wrist down so you and Bucky could watch what was happening. Redwing was in there, letting you three see into the other room.

“Where’s the guy?” your dad asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, “I think they’re smuggling weapons though.

“Well I think you might be right,” Bucky said, “And there’s only one way to find out,” he looked in their direction again, “I see a clear path. I say we take it,” he took a step forward but Sam stopped him.

“We’re not assassins,” he said.

Bucky looked at him in the eyes, “I’ll see you inside. Or not,” he looked at you, before walking off.

“Come on, man. I was joking,” Sam said. He watched you roll your eyes at his joke before joining your dad.

The two of you hid behind a shelving unit, able to see better from here than on a tiny screen.

“Okay I’m inside so I’m way ahead of you,” Bucky said.

You felt a presence next to you and you spun quickly but silently (a trick of the trade) and were relieved to see it was Sam. Your dad noticed also and looked more disappointed that Sam got there as quickly as he did.

“Hello,” you said in an angry tone, “How are you today?”

“I’m good. Did I miss anything? Nothing,” Sam said.

“Alright let’s go,” your dad said, heading towards the truck.

“Wait no,” Sam said.

“I have a vibranium arm and we have a literal spy,” Bucky said, “We can take them.”

“Ex-spy actually,” you corrected. Bucky gave you a look that said be quiet, “I’m just saying. Everyone seems to forget the “ex” part.”

“I can fly but who gives a shit. We need to wait,” Sam said, “I want to see where they’re going.”

“There’s two people,” Bucky argued.

“You only see two?” Sam asked.

“That’s what I saw,” Bucky said back.

“Let’s see what Redwing sees. Let’s see what he sees,” Sam pulled up the video feed from Redwing and all three of you looked. Sam pointed out at least seven people. They bickered for a while until Bucky hit Sam in the chest and Sam hit back, knocking into the shelf. A small crash was heard throughout the building and a few of the Flag Smashers looked your way.

“Shit,” you whispered, ducking to avoid detection.

Once the trucks started rolling out, Sam used his tech to see inside the truck, “There’s an eighth person. They have a hostage.”

At those words, Bucky took off in the direction the trucks were going. You followed suit while Sam flew over your heads.

~~~~~

The fight on top of the trucks was brutal. All three of you got your asses beat but what was worse is that the new cap showed up with his sidekick. They tried to help fight off the Flag Smashers but they did just as well as you did.

For someone your size and age, you held your own fairly well. You fought several men at a time before Sam grabbed you and Bucky and you all rolled into the field, leaving behind fake cap and the Flag Smashers. You hated to say though that your worst injuries were caused by their female leader. You thought you could take her and you got a bit cocky, underestimating her strength.

The three of you had to walk all the way back to the airport. Sam and Bucky were walking in front of you side by side and you walked behind them. You were deep in thought, trying not to think about how many similar situations you had been put in and what memories were trying to come up.

When you hadn’t said anything in a while, Bucky got worried. You were always so talkative, even after something like this. He knew to give you some space to sort things out on your own but knew you also needed someone around you to talk and take your mind off things. He kept walking but he looked over his shoulder at you, “Y/n?” he asked softly. Your head was down and he could see your lips moving but no sound. He knew what was happening so he spoke again, this time in a harsher tone, just to get you to snap out of it, “Y/n.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, picking your head up. You had a few small cuts on your face and a bruise was forming near your jaw, making Bucky wince. He hated seeing you injured or in any type of pain.

“You alright?” he asked. He slowed down so you were now walking in between him and Sam.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you said. You looked up at your dad and saw the mark forming just under his eye. You knew you probably looked just as bad as he did.

“Okay,” he said, still a little unsure. If you weren’t okay, he figured you would tell him later. You probably didn’t want to talk about it with Sam around or you would tell him at a more convenient time. Bucky then turned to Sam, “Sorry about Redwing.”

“No you’re not,” he said back, “What’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours?”

“It’s computing,” your dad answered.

Sam laughed, “You know what? I can actually see it. I can see those gears turning.”

Your dad just ignored him but you couldn’t help but laugh a little at Sam’s antics.

“Oh they’re malfunctioning. And shutting down and now they’re on fire.”

“We have to figure out where the serum is coming from,” Bucky said, still ignoring Sam.

“And how there’s still super soldiers running around,” you added on.

All of a sudden, a military jeep pulled up next to you and stopped a few feet in front of you, “That didn’t go as planned,” John Walker said. He opened the back door but you all kept walking. He told the driver to keep going and he did, “At least we know what we’re up against now. Pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three.”

You heard Bucky sigh before speaking, “Androids, aliens, or wizards?”

“Pretty sure,” John said.

“There’s no such thing as wizards,” you said.

“What do you know about that sweetheart?” he asked you, “You’re a bit young to know too much about the world,” you could tell it was supposed to be a joke about your age, but neither you or Bucky found it funny.

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Bucky said harshly. He pulled you a bit closer to him, almost making you walk on top of him.

“Well then it must be aliens or androids,” John replied.

“Or super soldiers,” Sam added.

“For real?” John’s sidekick, Lemar asked.

Sam nodded.

“Well then we have to work together,” John said.

“That’s not happening,” you said.

“I think we’d do a lot better if-”

You cut John off, “Just because you have the shield doesn’t mean you’re Captain America. You don’t deserve it.”

“Look, I’ve done the work,” he explained.

“You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky asked.

“I have actually. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a long story but look, it’s twenty miles to the airport and you need a ride,” John opened the backdoor again and told the driver to stop. Sam and Bucky looked at each other before deciding to get in. You refused, even after Bucky tried to coax you in so he did the next thing he could think of. He picked you up off the ground and put you in the jeep, getting in right behind you so you couldn’t get back out.

“I’d rather walk,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Me too,” your dad said.

~~~~~

Bucky let you sit next to the door so you wouldn’t have to listen in on the conversation and you wouldn’t feel trapped between him and Sam. Your dad would glance over at you now and then, making sure you were doing okay. You spent most of the ride looking out at the countryside, only popping in the conversation when needed.

You snapped out of your daze when your dad yelled for the car to stop. He stood up and opened the door. He got down and onto the ground before grabbing your hand, “Come on,” he said. He pulled you up and helped you out and started walking away from the jeep, Sam eventually following behind.

~~~~~

You finally reached the plane again and you collapsed onto the seats. You were so drained physically and emotionally that you could fall asleep within seconds. Bucky sat down next to you and made you sit up. He used his hand to tilt your head towards him so he could look at your injuries. You tried to pull away and lay back down but he didn’t let you, “Just let me look at them. Okay?”

You nodded and he examined your face. You hadn’t realized he had brought over some medical supplies until he started dabbing your face with a piece of gauze and peroxide, “That hurts,” you said.

“Yeah well, it would hurt a lot more if it wasn’t taken care of properly,” he set the supplies down and checked your face over once again. Once he deemed you clear, he let you go into another room on the plane to change out of your suit and into more comfy clothes. When you got back, he was still sitting in the same spot, attempting to take care of his own face injury.

“Let me help,” you said, taking the supplies from him. You poured some of the peroxide onto a fresh piece of gauze, “This might hurt,” you started dabbing the gauze to his face, a bit harsher than you had to.

“Just a little,” he said sarcastically. He stopped your motions and set the supplies down, “I’m good now thank you doll. Get some sleep. I can tell you’re tired,” he placed a kiss to your forehead and stood up, letting you curl up onto the seats and fall asleep.

~~~~~

Sam was laying on the seats across from you and made sure you were fully asleep before talking to Bucky, “Are you okay?” he asked him.

Bucky was sitting on the box in the middle of the room, “Let's take the shield Sam. And do this ourselves.”

“We can’t do that Bucky. Remember what happened last time?”

“Maybe,” he responded sarcastically.

“In case you forgot, Sharon became an enemy of the state. Steve, Y/n and I were on the run for two years and you were stuck in Wakanda. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to live like that for the rest of my life and I don’t think she does either,” Sam said, motioning over to your sleeping figure, “We just got our asses handed to us by super soldiers and we have nothing.”

Bucky shook his head, “That’s not entirely true,” he stood up and walked over to Sam and sat next to him. He didn’t want to wake you up, knowing you’d be in an awful mood the next day, “There is someone that you should meet,” he said to Sam.

~~~~~

You slept for the whole plane ride home and only woke up when Bucky shook you awake. You took your time getting up so Bucky had to rush you to get ready and get off the plane.

You, Sam, and Bucky arrived in Baltimore and headed to a small neighborhood. There was artwork and graffiti on some older, abandoned buildings and a few run down, empty houses. You heard kids playing in the streets and saw neighbors out and talking to one another.

You followed your dad up the steps to a house with a “no trespassing” sign. You knew better than to say something snarky so you bit your tongue and let your dad knock on the screen door.The door opened and an older kid was on the other side.

“We’re here to see Isaiah,” Bucky said.

“Nobody named Isaiah lives here,” the boy responded.

“We just want to talk to him,” he replied.

“You must’ve not heard what I just said,” the boy said, “You ain’t getting into this house,” he waited but none of you moved from your spots, “You can leave now.”

“Tell him the guy from the bar in Goyang is here. He’ll know what that means,” your dad said.

“Wait here,” the boy said, closing the door.

“Nice kid,” Sam said, “How do you know this guy?”

“I used to. We had a skirmish during the Korean War.”

The boy came back and let you in, “It’s your lucky day. Said he wanted to see for himself.”

Bucky went in first, then Sam, then you.

“Isaiah?” your dad asked.

“Look at you,” there was an older man in the room and he glanced at Bucky before Sam and then you.

“This is Sam and you already know about Y/n,” Bucky motioned to you two and then motioned towards the man, “Sam, Y/n, this is Isaiah. He was a hero. One that HYDRA feared most, just like Steve. We met in fifty-one.”

You didn’t recognize the man but he seemed to recognize you. You didn’t remember much from your days as a spy, not any specific ones anyway. You blocked most of what happened during that time. It was one reason why your nightmares didn’t happen often. You know what missions you went on but no details about them. If you met this man on one, it would explain why you didn’t recognize him but he did you. You remember occasionally going along with the Winter Soldier on missions. You fed him the information he needed to kill. Sometimes you had to do the killing as well, but that didn’t happen too often.

“If by met you mean getting your ass whupped then yeah,” he turned to face you and Sam, “We heard whispers that he was on the peninsula but everyone sent after him never returned. So the U.S. military dropped me off behind the line to deal with him. And her too,” he motioned slightly to you, “I took half that metal arm in Goyang but I see he managed to grow it back. She took a pretty good beating too but I see it’s done no harm. I just wanted to see if he got the arm back or if he’d come back and kill me.”

“I”m not a killer anymore. And Y/n doesn’t do that stuff either,” Bucky explained.

“You think you can wake up and decide who you wanna be?” Isaiah asked, “It doesn’t work like that. Well maybe for folks like you it does.

“Isaiah, the reason we’re here is there are more people like you and me out there,” Bucky said.

Isaiah scoffed, “You and me?”

“And we need to know how.”

“I’m not going to talk about it!” Isaiah said, his voice raised. He picked something up from the table and threw it into the wall. You flinched and took a step behind Bucky. Sam flinched as well, neither of you expecting him to lash out like that. Bucky didn’t seem to be phased at the action.

Isaiah walked closer to him and spoke, “You know what they did to me for being a hero? They put me in jail for thirty years,” his voice was slightly raised but calmer than before and was shaking a bit, “People running tests, taking blood, coming into my cell. Even your people weren’t done with me,” he pointed at Bucky.

Sam spoke next, “Isaiah.”

The older man cut him off by yelling, “Get out of my house!”

Bucky turned and held your shoulder and led you towards the door. The younger boy put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and led him out the house behind you and Bucky.

Bucky knew Sam was angry and tried to explain, “Sam.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? How could no one have brought him up?” Sam asked angrily. The three of you walked down the street, leaving space between the two men. Bucky didn’t respond immediately, “I asked you a question Bucky.”

“I know,” he snapped back.

“Steve didn’t know about him?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. And I didn’t tell Y/n either so don’t get mad at her,” Bucky explained.

Sam turned to face your dad, “So you’re telling me that there was a black super soldier decades ago and no one knew about it?”

Before your dad could respond, a cop car pulled up and played it’s sirens and an officer got out, “Hey!” he said.

“What’s up, man?” Sam asked.

“There a problem here?” the second officer asked.

“No we’re just talking,” Sam responded.

“We’re fine,” your dad said.

“Can I see your ID?” the officer asked Sam.

“Seriously?” you heard your dad mumble.

“Okay just calm down sir,” the officer said.

“I am calm,” Sam replied, “What do you want? We’re just talking,” by now, people were coming out to see all the commotion.

“Just give him your ID,” you said.

“I”m not giving him shit,” Sam said, “We’re just talking.”

The officer then looked at you, “Is he bothering you honey?”

“No he’s not. Go away,” you snapped.

“Do you know who this is?” your dad asked the officer, gesturing to Sam.

The second officer whispered to the other, “They’re the Avengers.”

“I'm so sorry Mr. Wilson” the officer said, “I didn’t recognize you without the goggles. I’m really really sorry about this.”

The three of you all exchange annoyed and frustrated glances when another cop car pulled up. The officer told you to wait so Bucky tried to explain about Isaiah, “I didn’t tell anyone because he had already been through enough.”

The officer came back and you spotted handcuffs in his hands, “Mr. Barnes,” he said, “There’s a warrant out for your arrest.”

“He’s been pardoned for all that. Both of them have been,” Sam argued.

“Not for that,” the officer said, “You missed your court-mandated therapy. It’s like missing a check in with your parole officer. I”m sorry Mr. Barnes but you’re under arrest.”

“Dad?” you asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s fine Y/n,” he responded.

Bucky gave one last look to Sam before following the officer to his car. As the officers put the cuffs on him, he looked to you, “Just stay with Sam okay? This will get taken care of. I promise.”

You nodded and Bucky got into the back seat and the officer slammed the door shut. They offered to take you to the station but you opted to stay with Sam, like Bucky told you to do.

“You don’t have court-mandated therapy?” Sam asked you.

“I go voluntarily. I’m not required to go,” you explained.

Sam took one last glance at Isaiah’s house before turning his attention to you, “Come on, let’s try and get the old man out of jail.”

~~~~~

You had been sitting in the police station for what felt like hours, but it hadn’t really been that long. You had spent the time either pacing back and forth in front of Sam or sitting next to him with your head in your hands. You perked up when you heard Dr. Raynor’s voice.

“Sam. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m James’s therapist,” she stuck her hand out as Sam stood up and he shook it, “It’s good to see you again Y/n. How are you doing?” she asked when her eyes fell on you.

“I’m okay. I wish my dad didn’t get arrested but,” you said shrugging, “I’m fine.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said, “Thanks for getting him out.”

“That was not me,” she responded.

You cocked your head in confusion as to who else would know about your dad’s arrest and who cared enough to bail him out. All of a sudden, a voice you wish you didn’t hear, spoke out.

“Christina! It’s great to see you again,” Walker said, dressed up in his cap suit.

“Really?” you said rolling your eyes, “Are you kidding me?”

“You know him?” Sam asked.

“Yeah we did some field ops back in the day,” she said. She turned to Walker as he made his way over to the three of you.

“I heard you were working with Bucky so I thought I’d step in. He won’t be following a strict schedule anymore,” Walker explained. You again rolled your eyes at his attempt to be the good guy. No matter what he did, you would not like him. He took Steve’s shield when he didn’t deserve it and he was trying way too hard to be friendly with you, your dad and Sam.

“We haven’t finished our work yet. Who authorized this?” Dr. Raynor asked. John sheepishly motioned to himself, making you roll your eyes a third time in less than a minute.

There was a sound of a buzzer and you turned, watching as your dad walked through the doorway from the cells, clearly pissed off and angry. He had an officer in front and behind him.

“He’s too valuable an asset to have locked up. Just do whatever you have to do with him and send him back to me,” he said.

You ignored Walker and ran right up to your dad as he leaned against the counter, “Dad are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled as he kissed your forehead, pulling you into a side hug. Even when he was angry, he was still soft around you. He rarely raised his voice at you and controlled his temper in front of you.

“We have some unfinished business. All three of you,” Walker said, pointing to you, Bucky, and Sam, “I’ll be outside.”

“James, the condition of your release is we have a session. Now,” Dr. Raynor said, heading towards you and your dad, “You’re lucky they aren’t making me take her back with me after this,” she said motioning to you. Bucky grunted angeryly and you could tell that this was not what he wanted to deal with right now, “You too Sam,” she briefly turned to him and kept walking back to the hallway.

“That’s okay. I’ll stay here with Y/n,” Sam said, trying to get out of this.

“Not a request,” she responded.

“What am I supposed to do then?” you asked.

“You heard Walker. He needs you outside,” she said.

“But I don’t want to,” you argued back, “I’d rather-”

Bucky cut you off with a stern, but apologetic look that told you to stop and just go.

“I can’t believe you’re making me stay with the devil’s spawn,” you muttered as you turned on your heel and stormed outside.

“She’s fun,” Dr. Raynor said sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Bucky said through a fake smile.

~~~~~

Once you left the building, it wasn’t hard to find Walker, or more, it wasn’t hard for Walker to find you.

“Hey Y/n,” he said, jogging over to you. Instead of saying something back, you ignored him, turning to the side so he’d hopefully get the point, “I know there was a lot happening in there but it’s all taken care of now.”

“Yeah. Thanks to you,” you mumbled.

John sighed, “Look, I don’t want you to be mad or angry with me. I’m just trying my best and I need you to cooperate with me. If I get you, I get Bucky and Sam,” he explained.

You looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, “First, you take something that doesn’t belong to you and try to fill his shoes, which will never, ever happen, and then, you try to use me to get to my dad and Sam? Are you insane or just stupid?”

“Are you joking?” he asked.

“Do I look like I am? Do I look like the person who has time for jokes?”

“I just need your guy’s help that’s all. You can’t do it and I can't do it. But if we work together, we can,” he reached his hand out to place on your arm but you pulled it back quickly, making him jump.

“If you touch me, I will scream so loudly that my dad will come running over here and cut your hand off,” you snapped. You walked away from him and back into the building. You heard him call out your name again but you just ignored him.

~~~~~

After Sam and Bucky's little session, they joined you back in the lobby before leaving the building. All three of you spotted Walker talking to Lemar. He spotted you and waved you over, “Gentlemen,” he said, “Oh, and lady,” he said when he saw you behind Bucky, “Good to see you again. Look, I already told Y/n this but, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance but if we work together, we can win.” he said.

Bucky leaned up against one of the police cars and you stood next to him, shivering a bit from the cold so he pulled you a little closer. Sam was standing in front of the other two men and asked, “What do you have?”

“Well their leader’s name is Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been finding civilians who have been helping her move around.”

“They tag a location and then scramble the signal but we’ve picked up their symbols in displaced communities in Europe,” Lemar said.

“We think she’s taking the medicine to these camps,” Walker explained.

“Well there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip so I guess you’ll have to look real hard, “ your dad said.

“Good thing I have twenty-twenty vision then,” Walker joked.

“Where is she now Walker?” Bucky asked angrily, “Do you even know?”

“No we don’t know Bucky,” Walker responded, in the same angry tone. The two men stared at each other before he spoke again, “It’s only a matter of time before we find out.”

“Things are really intense for you aren’t they?” you asked in a fake sympathetic tone, “Aren’t they?”

“Take it easy Y/n,” Sam said coming over to you, “Walker is right. It’s important that we find them,” he turned to Walker and Lemar, “But you guys are on the books and have rules to follow. We don’t. We’re free agents and more flexible. It wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you,” Sam said walking away. Bucky put his hand on your shoulder and started leading you in Sam’s direction.

“Word of advice then,” Walker started, “Stay out of my way.”

~~~~~

The three of you continued your way into the city. No one had said anything for a while until Sam spoke to your dad, “What are you thinking?”

“Well I know what we have to do,” he responded, checking the street before crossing, “When Isaiah said ‘my people.’”

“Don’t take that to heart,” Sam said, “He didn’t mean it like that.”

“No he meant HYDRA,” you chimed in, already knowing what your dad was thinking.

“HYDRA used to be my people,” Bucky said.

Sam sighed, “No. Not a chance.”

“Walker doesn’t have any leads,” your dad said.

“I know where you’re going with this and no,” Sam argued.

“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets,” you said back, “Don’t you remember Siberia?”

“So you’re going to just sit in a room with him?” Sam asked.

Your dad hesitated before answering “Y-Yes.”

Sam sighed again, “Okay then,” the three of you kept walking down the street, “We’re going to go see Zemo.”

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imaginationoverspill · 4 years ago

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Long time no see

Summary : Two years into an undercover mission, you find yourself meeting the very man you had to leave behind.

Obi-Wan Kenodi x Genderneutral!reader

The low boom of the bass permeated through the sweaty bar as Master Kenobi and his padawan moved through the crowd.

“Master are you sure this the right place ?”, Anakin mumbled to his master, uncomfortable in the civilian clothes that many of the regulars wore. His status as a padawan hidden as his braid was tucked under the shoulder-length wig.

“Yes Anakin, I’m sure and please stop fidgeting, you’re drawing attention”, he replied as he glanced around the crowd inconspicuously.

“Yes Master”.

Eventually, the pair found an empty booth in a more secluded part of the club, but also a lot closer to one of the many circular platforms dotted around that were mainly used by scantily-clad dancers of varying species and gender. One of the platforms was directly in front of Obi-Wan’s line of sight and was a lot larger than the other platforms, probably used as the main stage. At the moment it was empty as the generic low-bass music continued to play.

“So this informant, any idea how we’re supposed to find them ?”

“Patience, young one”, replied Obi-Wan.

The music suddenly changed and the lights dimmed so that the main stage was lit up. Both men looked at the stage as two twi’leks, one male and one female, start dancing along to the beat.

Here we go again. Just like every other night for the past two years, you sat in the dressing room getting ready for your performance. At least this time, you know two Jedi will be waiting for you for information. They should be easy enough to spot, even if they think they’re amazing at being disguised. Most of the time ordinary people don’t notice them when they’re not in their robes, you, however, could spot them a mile away so it didn’t really matter that you had no idea who the Jedi you were supposed to meet was. Hopefully, after you’ve dropped the info, your undercover mission will be over and you can get back to what you’re fantastic at : bounty hunting.

“Come on honey! We’re up!”, shouted Iyal’, a young yellow twi’lek that was your only friend among the dancers.

You took your robe off, revealing the provocative outfit and sauntered on stage as your back-up dancers, Iyal’ and another twi’lek, began dancing to the beat of the song. They separated to reveal you to the audience and you began singing.

As you sing and dance sensually to the song, you check out the crowd entranced by your performance in search of the two Jedi. Your gaze lands on the two men sat in a booth near one of the smaller dance platforms and you falter slightly as you recognise him.

“Kriff”

Anakin glances confusingly at his master’s swearing. The usually calm and composed Jedi master was visible flustered at the sight of the beautiful singer on the main stage.

“Master, are you alright ?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and readjusted himself so as not to seem affected by the performance. When he was told to meet up with an undercover agent, you were the last person that he had expected to see.

You gave it your all on the final note, the club whistles and applauses your performance. The twi’leks move off-stage as the generic low-bass music returns. You walk off-stage in the direction of the booth.

Nervous butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach despite your confident strut towards the two Jedi. Holy Sith! Why does he have to be so hot? He was already attractive when he was a padawan but the long hair and beard just make him ten times hotter.

As you reach them, you coyly sit next to the older one.

“Of all the places I thought I would see you again Kenobi, this is certainly not one of them”

“Likewise my dear”, he responded coldly.

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at his master’s cold greeting before introducing himself.

“Pleasure to meet you”, you reply smirking and coyly extending your hand for him to shake. Despite the coldness from Obi-Wan, you still had an act to maintain.

“Anakin, why don’t you go get us both drinks whilst I discuss matters with our informant”, Obi-Wan ordered.

“But-”.

“Now, Anakin.”

He nodded his head towards you both before getting up, slightly concerned at his master’s strange behaviour.

“ Master”, you say as if testing the way it sounded. “It suits you.”

“Yes well ... thank you”, he coughs. You smile slightly, glad you could break his impassiveness, even if only for a moment.“From what I understand, you have some information on a potential terrorist attack”

“It’s always straight to business with you, even when we were younglings”

“I hardly see why that’s a bad thing”

You smirk at him before gently removing a disc hidden in your bra.

“This disc has everything I could gather without being caught”

Obi-Wan briefly glanced down but quickly looked away before you noticed where he was looking.

“Your effort is greatly appreciated by the council”, he curtly replied as he took the disc from you.

You felt disappointed at the lack of reaction. You always knew that if you did ever see him again, the encounter would be at the least awkward, but you still hoped that somewhere deep down, he was happy to see you.

The sound of shouting above the music catches your attention. Anakin was stood with his fists clenched and struggling to stay calm as a Rodian screeched at him. The second you look at the scene, you notice a determined group walk in your direction. You recognise them immediately as henchmen from the separatist group that run the club as cover.

“Fuck, we’ve got to get out of here. Grab Anakin and meet me at the back”. If they figure out that you’re with a Jedi, your cover will be blown. You get up to meet the group of intimidating aliens, still maintaining your flirty persona.

"Hi fellas, what can a gal get ya’ ?" You flirtatiously greet.

" How about two Jedi scum.", growled the big Trandoshan. You try to hide your nervous giggle.

" Oh sugar, if that's what you want, you ain't gonna find any here"

"Really", he stepped closer to you, "then why did we catch you chatting them up." Crap.

"Oh, don't be silly. Those two fellas were just here for a good time. Here, let me grab you fellas some drinks, on the house"

You quickly turn away to escape but the Trandoshan roughly grips onto your arm. You slam your heel into his foot, causing him to yell in pain and let your arm go. Time to get out of here. You start running and pushing through the crowd of semi-drunk club-goers.

"GET AFTER THEM !"

The group draw their blasters and run after you.

You manage to run out into a dark and dirty alleyway with a dead-end.“Not so fast”, two Devaronians block both sides of the alleyway, cutting off your escape route. Oh, crap.

Suddenly the sounds of lightsabers and blaster fire catch your attention. Upon the rooftop, you spot the two Jedi deflecting blasts close to the edge. They make quick work of the thugs attacking before Obi-wan notices the trouble you’re in the alleyway below as the two Devaronians trapping you rush at you.

Without much thought -and to Anakin’s confusion- he calls your name and throws his deactivated lightsaber to you. You catch the lightsaber and ignite, smirking at the two thugs who suddenly stopped at the sight of the blue blade. They start firing their blasters but you gracefully deflect the bolts back to them before swiftly cutting one of the Devaronian’s arm off and roundhouse kick him in the face, incapacitating him. You promptly twist to face the other thug who had stepped back slightly in fear. Swinging the sabre skilfully, you use the force to pull the blaster out of his hand before slamming the hilt into his face, effectively knocking him out.

Both Jedi smoothly leap down from the roof to join you.

“You’re a Jedi ?!”, exclaimed Anakin incredulously.

“Was. I’m not any more.”, you admitted.

“Yes well, let’s get out of here”, said Obi-Wan, quickly cutting off whatever Anakin was about to say to your reply.

The three of you headed out of the alleyway and headed to the parked speeder hidden in the shadows. Upon approaching the speeder, you noticed that only seated two people and stood awkwardly looking at the men, wondering how we were going to get around the problem. Obi-Wan noticed the same issue as you. As Anakin sat in the driver’s seat, he took his place in the passenger’s side and simply patted his lap. You flushed at the action. When you didn’t immediately move, he looked at you with a slight smirk and raised an eyebrow.

Over the past two years, you became used to the flirtatious smirks and sexual remarks from both attractive and unattractive customers whilst working in the seedy club in the lower decks of Coruscant. You were used to dancing provocatively in front of an enraptured audience. But one simple hand gesture from him and suddenly you were blushing mess. You also realised this is the first time that he’s somewhat smiled since seeing him again. This only made you blush more. In an attempt to mask how flustered he made you, you moved to gently sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist to secure you, making you blush even harder and making the resurfaced butterflies flutter crazily in your stomach but thankfully he couldn’t see your face. Anakin, however, saw the entire exchange but decided not to say anything. He’ll have to question his master later.

Anakin flew the speeder to the Jedi temple, much to your reluctance. After the feeling of disappointing your master by leaving the order, the thought of ever returning made you feel queasy and the warmth of his arms wrapped around you didn’t help. As Anakin landed the speeder, Master Yoda, a blue and white astromech droid and a gold protocol droid greeted you. You stood behind the two Jedi, hoping to be ignored by your former master. No such look as he greeted you :

“Good to see you, it is, my former padawan”

“Master Yoda”, you greeted, bowing in respect, “it has been a long time.”

“Have become a fine Jedi, you would, but become an invaluable ally, instead you have. If correct, your information is, prevent losses, it may. Hmm. Been prepared for your arrival, a room has. Show you the way, C3PO will. Discuss further action with the council, we must. Talk later, we will.”

During the walk to your new room, you ignored the ramblings of the protocol droid as the familiar corridors of the Jedi Temple made you feel nostalgic. You remember the times you and Obi-wan would get in trouble as children. You shared everything with each other. But as you got older, you developed a crush that no amount of meditating would get rid of it. You had to hide your feelings as it was against the code to form attachments. However, it was far too late. You thought by distancing yourself more would make a difference but no matter what you did, his smile, his laughter, everything about him would make your heart flutter. Dismissing the droid once when you reached the room, you decided that a shower was in order.

The sound of the door knocking pulled you from the meditative state you had been in. After your shower, you started your bedtime ritual which included a small meditation session. Since leaving the order, you were no longer obligated to follow their rules and rituals but nothing helped calm you down better than meditating. It was currently three o’clock in the morning and so you definitely were not expecting anyone to come knocking. You opened the door :

“Obi-Wan ?”

“I realise it is far too late and I should be leaving you to rest but I can’t sleep.”

You silently gesture for him to come in before closing the door. As padawans, it wasn’t unusual for one of you to go see the other when we had difficulty sleeping. Nothing had to be said. You started making two cups of tea as he sat on the small couch near the window of your room. He wasn’t wearing his robes but a thin cotton shirt and trousers. For a brief moment, you both felt like padawans again.

As you handed him his tea, he shifted and the moment of nostalgia was over :

“I’ve come to apologise”, he started, “I was unfairly rude to you and I would also like to apologise for blowing your cover”.

“I somehow don’t think it was your fault. Something tells me that they had known about me long before you even turned up”

“You suspect they knew you were a spy ?”

“Yeah, call it a gut feeling”

He nodded in agreement, stroking his beard. You didn’t think he could be any more attractive but the sight of him sat on your couch in his casual clothes made everything seem intimate. You had to tear your gaze away from the hand near his mouth, hoping he didn’t sense what you were feeling.

“I hated being there anyway, so I’m definitely not upset over never having to go back there ever again”

His brows furrowed at your statement :

“More so than here ?”

“What ?”, you reply in confusion.

“I - Did you hate it there more than being at the Temple ?”

You looked at him, wondering why he would ask such a question. Normally, you would just ignore such a question and try to change the subject, but had been a very tiring day and something about the moment just made you want to give in.

“I never hated being at the Temple.”

A heavy silence followed your answer. When you left the order, you promised you would never tell anyone your reasons, afraid of rumours would spread and Obi-Wan’s devotion to the order and the code would be put into question.

“Why did you leave ?”

“Obi-Wan, I-”

“No please. I never understood why you left. I thought you were happy at the Temple. I remember the fun we had as children.”

“Obi-Wan please -”

He gently picked your hands up and held them, gently rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. The rough but soft caress of his thumbs made you feel weak and you felt resolve crumble.

“I loved you”, you quietly whispered. Hoping maybe he hadn’t heard you, but the sudden freezing of his thumbs confirmed that he had.“ I tried not to”, you quickly added. “ I tried so hard to be a good Jedi but it didn’t work. If anything it made me love you more. So I left. I didn’t want to ‘corrupt’ you. I knew how much becoming a Jedi Knight meant to you.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, afraid of what you’ll see. Afraid that he would turn cold again and that it would truly be last time you ever see him again. Instead, you heard him move closer and felt his forehead gently rest against the side of your face. Confused, you gently turn your face to him so both of your foreheads rested against each other. He had his eyes closed and you closed your own. You could feel his warm breath softly flow over your face he slowly leaned in more. His nose brushed softly against yours as his lips pressed to yours. Your lips touched for a few seconds before he leaned in more, deepening the kiss. One of his hands moved up to gently cup your jaw.

After what felt like hours, but probably was only a few minutes, you both separated. You were in a daze and felt on top of the world.

AN : I had to repost this because Tumblr glitched, but anyways here it is. I spent way to much time on this and I’m still not entirely happy with it but I hope you enjoy it !

PS : Please tell me I’m not alone in struggling to find titles for their fanfictions.

#starwars #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fanfiction #obiwan x reader #obi wan kenobi #padawan anakin #anakin skywalker

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idjitlili · 4 years ago

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W-wait you kidnapped, Jareth?

Obi-wan x reader

(Not my image)

Summary: Dropped into a strange world, pretty much on to a Obi-wan's lap, only for him to take pity on you. What a pity...

Word count:6237

Warnings: Kidnapping of a non-starwars character, tight pants wearing person.../ tight pants/ references to something under tight pants. Post Padme and Anakin reuniting. Some language. Age gap.

Okay, so maybe you had been in another dimension, with no intention,with a bit of a mind flip, you're into the time slip. You don't know how it happened one minute you was sleeping, having one of those dreams when you are falling but you couldn't wake up, until you had shot awake from painful landing.

Well, the landing wasn't painful, two points of impact, under your legs and on your shoulder blades. Opening your eyes suddenly, to see a auburn haired man, his eyes bright, as they starred into yours, yes he was handsome. Some sort of cream wrap tunic, dark brown shirt underneath, hiding his chest. It was hot, very hot, how was his face no sweating, your arm now around his shoulders to prevent you from falling. No doubt your face showed shock.

"Who are you?!"

What else was you supposed to say, other than 'where am I?' It was not long at all before 'Obi- wan' the man who had caught you had taken you to some green guy called Yoda. Aliens, you would not have guessed it, well most people know there are actually aliens, there are so many galaxies. There was no earth in the place, so they had concluded it be some sort of bigger power had brought you were.

Yoda seemed nice enough, basically the Lady Galadriel of this place, insuring you that no harm would come to you. Of course, he had put the top Jedi on the job, Obi-wan, why did you have to put with the handsome ones, you'd end up red faced even if he looked at you. If he wasn't a nice person then he would've just dropped you.

In the short time you had been in this place, you had wondered why you had fallen in this place in your shoes. However, that is irrelevant, you had learnt about Jedi and siths, typical good guys versus bad boys. Not bad boys...not yet, of course I'm thinking about Din Djarin,well he's not evil.

Yoda did have a lot to say, except oh yes just so you know you've just been dumped into a foreign universe and now you are going on a space ship. You had been given a bag, with sets of clothing for you as well as some other supplies. Obi-wan being himself, not that you knew his regular behaviour, took your bag, when you were both walking towards the ship. Not that it was in view not yet.

"W-wait, so we are going into space?" Your voice laced with panic, as you speed walked next to Obi-wan to keep up. He had let out a deep chuckle.

"Where else would we go, little one?"

"Uhm, literally anywhere else, do I not get food before we leave? I just got here! I'm starving."

The ship, now in view, was it floating? Was it just on a platform? Nope it was floating, did you just the force to do that, like an elevator? Looking at the Jedi, grinning as you both got closer and closer to the ship.

"It's not that bad, I won't let anything happen to you, nothing will if I am the one steering it anyways..." Obi-wan whispering last bit, but you still heard him, brows scrunching toward, who else would be piloting the ship? You? Never. That when you saw him, stood on ramp of the ship, assuming he was waiting for you and Obi-wan. His hair short, light brown and spiked. Was that a rat tail? Oh gosh. He was cute, but you could tell he was trouble.

"Oooh, Master, I thought you said no attachments." Obi-wan had scoffed at the boy, as you both got dangerously close, the boy looked at you with a smirk, his cheeks bunching up like a clown. That he was indeed.

"This is Anakin, Anakin, Y/n, she will be coming with us," Obi-wan looked at Anakin who still was looking at you, only at his master briefly. When he did Obi-wan's face could only be described as that face off Zoolander, Blue steel. Why was he pursing his lips, was he expecting a peck or was that just his stern face?

Of course when you held your hand out to shake his, he had took your hand in his pressing his lips to your knuckles. You looked at Obi-wan wide eyes, was this legal? Was Anakin even an adult? Only just, but still, he was not your type.

"Anakin, that's enough, what have I told you?" Pulling Anakin from you , pushing him into the ship, Anakin turns his face to you sending a cheeky grin. Only for Obi-wan to give him another shove out the ship. Obi-wan gesturing you for you to get on before him, with a small smile. "Thank you."

You weren't sure where you were going, hell, you didn't even know what planet you had just been was, but now you say in a seat gripping it, as Obi-wan began to pilot the ship, is that what it was called? Was called something different? You weren't sure, all you knew is this was scary. If you crashed there was little chance of survival, there's no oxygen in space.

Anakin sat next to Obi-wan, both focused on the darkness in front of them. You sat on seat that you could only describe as one of those joint seats at the back of a bus, an British bus. Maybe it's the same for different countries? The chair against the wall, you had strapped your bag down in the seat next you , as well yourself.

You had completely forgotten that you were wearing a baggy t-shirt with trousers, and shoes. That night you must've been so tired that you didn't change, you don't know what happened that night. You must've looked very out of place, especially with what you had seen everyone else was wearing. Why were they all dressed as Jesus? You were surprised they were surprised they weren't wearing sandals.

"So, where are you from?" Anakin had spoken gently not taking his face from his position, had made you snap out of thoughts.

"Y/h/c." You weren't sure if he meant planet, you had just stuck with your home country. Anakin had clicked his tongue, thinking, before he could say anymore Obi-wan had stopped him.

"She's not from this galaxy, Anakin." Obi-wan spoke like Anakin was supposed to know that, well you was wearing a shirt that literally had Keanu reeves face on it.

"Well then, how did you get here?"

"I was sleeping in my bed, and then I was falling somehow, whoa Obi-wan happened to be standing below me, and caught me, the end." Anakin had let out a loud snort turning to his master.

"No attachments, well, Master, if I didn't know better, I would say this was the beginning of something that was meant to be." You swear you saw Anakin raise his eyebrows at Obi-wan, though you couldn't see properly from sitting behind.

"Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth." Why did that sound so familiar... Obi-wan was harsh to his Padawan, he didn't seem to be repulsed by you, maybe he felt uncomfortable by the tone of Anakins voice. W-wait did he just quote Gandalf?

After that everything was silent, for a while anyways, Obi-wan soon told you to go to the bathroom thing in the ship, you had already forgotten what he called it. Informing you that you should change into a set of clothes you were given; so that you would not stick out.

Clothing choice was good considering; you didn't know where you were going but you were glad you were given trousers for walking. Especially what you had been heard, you did not fancy being killed because you had tripped on the dress you were wearing.

The only reason they had took you to this planet was for them to negotiate with someone, you could swear you saw one of them talking to someone on a hologram, why didn't they just do that. When you did arrive, you had to walk far into town. Security reasons, but the ship stood out more on it's own.

You were definitely not expecting to end up in pub, where else would they find a bad guy. It wasn't high tech like you had thought, it was a tavern, old fashioned. For a hot climate the bar was quite cool.

Strange that Obi-wan had made you sat at a table alone, there was a open space, you assumed for dancing, sat at a booth, you had perfect view to the little stage. Though there was no one there. Obi-wan and Anakin had went searching in the bar for the man or woman , or them, you weren't sure. You didn't understand how it was safer for you to be alone.

Twiddling your thumbs bored, the chat of bar was considerably low, it had already began to get dark. Soon enough the pub would be packed. You hadn't seen the man make his way on stage, standing in front of a microphone, while a couple of other people set up behind him. He did not look the band sort, but those other men were there to play the instruments, since there was only one mic.

It was only when the music began to play did you look up, a skinny man, stood at the microphone, his eyes the brightest blue, though his left pupil bigger than the right. His eyebrows had no ends, eyeshadow flicked up into an wing , the end facing his hairline, his cheekbones clearly highlighted. His hair huge , blond, long as well as being a mullet.

His shirt crisp white,with a leather brown vest, his sleeves puffy. The vest only went above his hip bones, beneath that was some very tight pants. They were almost leggings, the grey clearly presented his package. The boots what a slight heel on them reaching up his calves.

This man was clearly handsome, but he reminded you so much of Bowie, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."

His gloved hands on the microphone, as your eyes were glued to him, his eyes gliding over the bar before meeting yours. His eyes eyes latching onto y/c ones, a grin spread across his face, showing his slightly croaked teeth. You quickly looked around making sure he was looking at you, glancing at Obi-wan and Anakin who were busy arguing.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon"

As your eyes went back to the man, his position now moved, instead of a microphone, he had a mouth piece, a few people waltzing together on the now on the empty space from earlier, but now it wasn't empty. Your heart raced as the man continued to sing, heading your way slowly, dancing with others as he did so.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all"

You don't what possessed you to stand up, but you did. Your feet pulling you towards the dance floor, a smirk upon the mans face as he saw you approaching him, you had blinked and with that he had disappeared. Your eyes searching the crowd, he was still singing.

"But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."

You were feeling embarrassed when you could not find the man, especially being on the dance floor alone. You had almost had a heart attack when someone had placed their hand on your arm. Turning around you were face to face to the grinning man, offering you his hand. Your hand in his gloved one, the other on his shoulder, his on your waist.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars"

Smiling up at the man, you felt like nothing else matter, as you waltzed with him, your movements so smooth that his hair didn't even know. Maybe he wore a lot of hairspray. Your eyes never leaving his, you couldn't remember knowing how to waltz.

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling-"

What you did not notice was the two Jedi's calling your name, as they searched for you, only for Obi-wan to lock eyes onto you, getting Anakins attention, as he sighed. One rumb of the moustache and both of them started heading your way.

Jareth at eyes finally left yours, he had stopped singing, he had not let you go though.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" You had instantly unlaced your hand from the man, turning to face Obi-wan's disapproving glare, Anakin sniffled under his hand, glad he wasn't getting in trouble...again.

"Dancing?" You had even had a second to react when Anakin had stroked his moustache again, and the man was cuffed. Pulling you gently by the arm, you all made your way out of the bar, no doubt that was embarrassing. You had accidentally gotten the guy captured because you danced with him. Then again, Obi-wan would've spotted him singing as well, so maybe it wasn't your fault. Little nervous to why they wanted him, hopefully not for murder.

Once you did make it back to the ship, Anakin was to fly the ship, while the strange man sat next to your bag, and you next to Obi-wan across from him.

"I don't understand, I'll did was dance with him, he didn't try to kill me, so what's the problem?" Obi-wan scoffed, staring at the man, not turning to even look at you.

"The problem is that he kidnaps children."

"No, I take the unwanted ones, those that are wished away." That sounded familiar, the hair, the pants, the David Bowie everything, it was clear who this man was.

"Ben, you can't speak him like that, do you not know who you have captured? He's Jareth, the goblin king!" Jareth had just smirked at Obi-wan, quite frankly the outburst had made Obi-wan jump. No one called him Ben.

"W-well, I've heard stories of The Labyrinth."

"I'm sorry, how did I not see it before, the hair, the music, the very tight pants , the-"

"Why were you looking at his trousers?" Obi-wan now had turned to face you, his eyes eyes searching your face for answer, his voice stern, your face blushed. You really needed to stop talking about pants all the time.

"Do you want her to look at yours instead,Master?" Obi -wan had choked his bearded face reddening. His eyes now off your face.

"Oh, I've already looked, what about some tighter pants , I must say you have lovely arse though." Placing a hand on Obi-wan's lower thigh, if his face was red before it was now, he couldn't look at you. A gentle squeeze of his thigh, and he had to excuse himself.

Once Obi-wan was out of ear range, the three of you laughed, though Anakin hadn't seen nor knew what tipped Obi-wan over the edge. However, Jareth had smirked at you, he knew very well what you had done. You had barely had known Obi-wan for four days, and he already felt like he was breaking the rules.

It was very clear why Obi-wan actually left the room, his trouser were now tight on him.

"So, love.." You were surprised, obi-wan had taken the cuffs off Jareth in the ship and left him with you. One of his legs , thrown over the end on table, as if it was an arm of a chair.

"Stop that." Anakin's voice stopped Jareth saying anymore.

Before you knew it, you had been talking to to Jareth the whole journey back, Obi-wan had came back shortly after; sitting next to Anakin.

It was not like you had anything better to do other than speaking to the fae, Obi-wan just criticising Anakin. 'He's overly critical.' What do you want Anakin, a kiss on your cheek, oh sweetie you are doing absolutely amazing at killing the guys on our side.

Stepping out of the ship, Jareth now singing another song, like he was in a movie or something. You had caught eyes with about her man in robes, another Jedi. Hold on, that couldn't be Samuel L Jackson?

"Hey, Jareth?"

"Yes, love."

"Can't you just magic yourself out of this situation back to the your castle?" Jareth's hands weren't cuffed still, he had turned his face towards you with a grin, looking back at him, you felt bad he was only helping he wasn't killing people or anything. He was a lovely guy.

"Yes, I can, I was just waiting for a kiss goodbye." Pointing to his cheek, your pinks slightly pink as your pressed a kiss to his soft skin. With that you had pulled away, one last smile, he had turned dramatically, spinning his cape with him, glitter flying everywhere. Off flew a a light brown owl. He was gone.

"Mother fucker." Your lips turned up slightly trying to prevent a grin, as you turned back to the Jedi's that did not look impressed. Well, Anakin he did not care he just smiled, knowing you were probably were going to get in trouble. You literally didn't even do anything, all you did was kiss the mans cheek.

"What did you do?" Obi-wan eyes on you , his words like a sharpened butter knife, you could say unnatural...even supernatural. This hands on his hips, pushing his robes back.

"W-what? Me? I told you he was bloody magic ;but no, you didn't listen."

"Control yourself, now come, Master Yoda requests all of you." Did he just tell Obi-wan to calm himself , he just called Jareth a motherfucker.

The meeting with Yoda, Windu and the three of you, wasn't with the Jedi republic. According to Yoda, this matter wasn't of importance, he didn't expect You'd been able to hold Jareth for very long. Master Windu, didn't give no shits, he was disappointed.

It wasn't like he killed a bunch of kids, not like Anakin was going to. Not just the men, but the woman and the children too. Jareth basically had loads of Goblin children living their best life's in the goblin city, that wasn't threatening. So, the Goblin king got away, why don't you go kill bloody Palpatine.

The next few weeks were not as eventful, stuck in your room bored, it was awkward to go out you didn't know anyone. Especially not Obi-wan you were pretty sure he hated you at the moment. You did not want to have to get involved with him and Anakin training. Exercise...no thanks.

You really did feel bad for how you acted towards Obi-wan, he was a Jedi you couldn't touch him like that. So, when he turned up at your room in the evening, with your dinner, it was surprising. Normally you'd get brought to dinner by one of the younglings.

Obi-wan stood in front of you with a small smile as he held the tray. The tray with two plates of dinner.

"O-oh, hi," pulling the door open with the door handle allowing Obi-wan into your room, before shutting it behind him.

"I thought maybe you wanted someone to eat with you," He did not expand further. Obi-wan was a kind man, he took a pact basically to have no family no nothing, just to protect the galaxy. With a high chance of death, he was a noble man, you couldn't think of anyone you knew from back home that would do that. You should not have gave him a boner.

Placing the tray on the table within your room, but instead of sitting down, he had lifted the whole table towards the balcony. Obi-wan has , went to Yoda before coming to your room, stating this was strictly professional nothing more. Yoda had just laughed. "Dine with her , you will."

Seeing what Obi-wan was doing, you had grabbed a chair too, onto the the stone of the balcony. The view of the planet, Coruscant was not the best, but it was better than looking at a wall. Ten again you'd be eating in a moment so you wouldn't have to look at either. Fresh are was good though.

Sitting down at the round table with Obi-wan was weird, you really felt guilty for your behaviour it was eating you up, whilst you both ate your dinners up. Looking up to Obi-wan, his eyes fixed to his plate as he struggle to cut a potato, his golden hair tucked behind his eyes. Orange light from the setting sun shined into his hair, as well as his cheeks, his eyes glistening.

"The way I acted on the ship, was completely inappropriate, I am so sorry, there is no excuse for my behaviour. I admit I'm glad you are here now. I don't expect you to forgive me."

Obi-wan's eyes now looking back into yours, his eyebrows frowning together slightly, his knife and fork on his plate, as he lent back in the chair. Rubbing your sweaty hands along your trousers roughly, a small laugh let his lips.

"I must have missed something, you complimented my behind and squeezed my knee. That's hardly anything to apologise for, if anything I would've expected an apology for not listening to my orders." That guilt did seem to fade away, mostly. Your cheeks reddening, as Oni-wan continued to look at you.

"I'm sorry for not following your orders, especially when in a pub on a strange planet."

Smiling at each for a moment before going back to your dinners before they got cold. Not speaking fully until you had both finished eating.

This became a daily occurrence for weeks, then months. You were still not returned home, you were stuck. You didn't feel alone not like you did when you first arrived. You did miss home very much, but nothing could be done about that.

Sometimes, sorry, every time Obi-wan went out of Coruscant you went with. Even if it was dangerous, either you'd stay in the ship or simply go wherever with him. It wasn't hard to see how close you had gotten to Obi-wan, the Jedi council did not like it one bit, not that you knew that. Obi-wan had insisted that he had been assigned to protecting you and that was what he was doing. Not that was far from the truth.

No attachments, Kenobi? Okay.

What makes matters worse you had no currency, it wasn't hard to guess who would supply you with clothing's such. Obi-wan would take you to the market to buy you anything you needed. In return, well, there wasn't much you could do, certainly wasn't safe for you to go off on your own, especially not being from this universe. So, you just kept him company.

Anakin being Obi-wan's padawan he came along too, not to the market but on missions, but that was obvious. You had felt like a burden , you really did, being reassured you weren't, Obi-wan had given you a role. A purpose. You were their healer.

Not Obi-wan purposely getting small injuries, he'd argue wit himself and sometimes Anakin, that it wasn't on purpose and if it was it was only to make you feel like you part of their team. Not that Obi-wan longed for the soft touches of your skin on his.

However, he was not expecting you to get hurt, no he would not have, he had sworn to protect you and he had failed. You had arrived on this strange planet for 'negotiations' for this clan to basically team up with the republic, but Darth Maul had gotten there first. Of course, you had been kidnapped, since Obi-wan told you to stay in the ship.

Darth held you off the floor by the back of your neck, holding the lightsaber out ready to kill you, not really just leverage. Obi-wan and Anakin in front, they really had no plan. Well, Darth Maul almost stabbed you, but you had the higher air and took a blade from your pocket and stabbed yourself. Blood pouring out of your Abdomen, as your eyes watered, your throat blocked up.

Dropping you to the floor, Darth Maul had laughed. "Oh, I like her." Obi-wan did not like that at all, seeing you face down on the cold floor him an Anakin activated their lightsabers.I could describe the whole fight sequence, but you already know Darth Maul wiggled himself out of that situation back to the Sith, not surprising, you wouldn't remember anyways, you had passed out.

The clan now on the republics side, only because the Jedi's had saved them and promised protection.

Obi-wan had carried you back to the ship with Anakin, who began to start the ship. He felt guilty to wake you up, he would rather stitch you up when you were unconscious.The thought of hurting you plagued his heart, maybe he should get Anakin to do it. No, he couldn't go through with someone else hurting you.

Grabbing the medical kit, Obi-wan had made his way back to the bed, your body still, he would've been happy if this was Anakin. The thought crossed his mind, to stab Anakin, so he'd bloody shut up. Our tunic now drenched with blood, he could clearly see the tear in your shirt. He was not going to wake you , deciding just to cut a square out of your shirt.

You wouldn't be surprised if that shirt wasn't fashion back home, you know people wearing bandanas as shirts, here's what hot now, reveal your hip and your abdomen with a square hole! Who knows, I don't know anything about fashion, except I dress like David Bowie. Shut up , no one cares.

Your face was already laced with cold beads sweat, like Obi-wan but he felt like furnace, his long hair pushed back, his lips squished together as he grabbed the anaesthesia, pulling up your sleeve carefully before injecting it quickly. Then he had gotten to work, soon enough, you was stitched up.

Only problem was, that Sith had damaged the ship, so Anakin only got the three of you so far before having to land on freezing planet. But, it gets better, Anakin being really great, and supposedly a great pilot had hit the side of a mountain. Snow had covered the ship, you were trapped by an ocean of snow.

Of course, R2 hadn't came in this trip, just luck, only thing that was working was the heating and lights, the signal had gone. No way to contact anyone, however, someone was bound to notice in a few days something had gone wrong.

This was not going to be like without a paddle, where you'd all be in your underwear and spoon. We do not shaggy here, um? Get it before Shaggy is in that movie?

Eventually, you had woken up, a little dizzy, probably would not have if Anakin wasn't having a tantrum. You didn't even question how you got back to the ship, your shoes tapped quietly against the floor , as you made your way to the cockpit. Both Obi-wan and Anakin were stood in the centre of the room, Anakin point and clenching his fists, Obi-wan just stood there.

You got a feeling that Anakin was not good at keeping his emotions in check, why was he always so emotional. Obi-wan was now sipping juice, no blue milk, yuck, Anakin still shouting.

"You're jealous, master. You're afraid I am getting too powerful, you want me to fail!" Placing his drink down, Obi-wan had caught your eyes, his face lightened into a smile from his frown. "Mum, you think I am ready to be a Jedi Master, right?" His eyes soft on the sight of you, coughing slightly, you had looked back at Obi-wan who turned to you in a swing, now amused by his Padawan.

"I'm sorry, aren't I a similar age to you?" The cold temperatures from the snow, had transferred into the ship, but Anakins cheeks still burned. He just stood looking at you unable to speak, Obi-wan had laughed patting his Padawan on the back once.

"Don't worry about it; he does it to everyone. When he was younger, it was difficult to convince him to stop calling me father. Sometimes, he still does."

"Liar, I do not. You treat me like a whore ; calling everyone my father. I do not, it was mistake!" Anakin was overwhelmed, his voice defensive and loud as he left the room, leaving you with Obi-wan, who's lips were twitched into a large smile , as he stroked his moustache.

For a few moments you both stood in silence, before you had looked down to the ache and coldness on your lower abdomen. A hole on in your shirt where you we're stabbed, now stitched up.

"Oh yes, sorry about your shirt." Your finger tips tracing the fabric, then touching the wound, pain shot through your body, letting out a welp. Obi-wan eyes had widened, stepping close to inspect the wound again, why would you poke it?

"It's just a shirt, it's not like you don't buy them all anyways, thank you for that again, also thank you for stitching me up , that was you?" Your voice quiet, under his gaze, a deep chuckle had left his mouth.

"Yes, I did, I hardly trust Anakin's flying, how are you feeling? That was very well done back there, but I do recommend you don't do it again." You had scoffed, letting out a short laugh after, Obi-wan looked at you rising his eyebrows, to warning you.

“Oh, yes, I plan on stabbing myself again, who do you think I am? Loki? Okay, maybe I’ll fake my death for attention too.” Obi-wan’s hands gently placed on your shoulders, squeezing lightly , as he looked into your eyes. His blue orbs intensely on yours, his hair neatly tucked back.

“I wouldn’t allow that, from now on you don’t stay in the ship alone, If something happens to you I’d never forgive myself, and I believe that you were sent here for a reason. Not to die.” His hands had left you , smiling at you once more, before leaving the cockpit.

Not only after that you had retired to your bed, in clothes without holes, your now many blankets covered you. Thanks to Obi-wan again, since you all spent so much time on the ship, it was necessary for situations like this. Of course, as long as the ship wasn’t blown up again.

Though the heating was working, it didn’t stop the cold from the outside. Curled up so tight in your blankets, trying to retain heat, you could not get comfortable to sleep. The cold nipping at your feet and cheeks, your nose was probably red too.

Only an hour or two from when you first got into bed, sighing , all your blankets wrapped around you, stepping out of bed. Quietly, making your way around the ship, just to tire yourself out, or to make yourself really cold. So, when you would get back into bed you’d be like ‘oooh warm’ and fall asleep.

You had meant to wake in on Obi-wan sat in his chair in the cockpit, wrapped up in his robes, seemingly fast asleep. His arms crossed, his auburn hair covering his face , neck cranked forward. He was going to have a sore neck in the morning.

Turning on your feet, slowing walking out of the room, pulling your blankets tighter. A sigh had left Obi-wan’s mouth, not loud but you heard it. Your movement now softened, you continued with tiny steps.

“I know you are there, Y/n, come back.” No doubt you almost peed yourself, hearing Obi-wand raspy voice, he had been a sleep, you felt horrible. Walking back from the door way, Obi-wan had turned to chair to look at you.

“I didn’t mean to wake, I didn’t know you was even in here.” Obi-wan opened his mouth yawning loudly, before looking back at you, snorting a laugh, at your choice of clothes.

“What are doing up?” Shifting on your feet, covered with socks, the icy floor numbing them.

“Can’t sleep, aren’t you cold?” You wondered if Anakin was having trouble sleeping too, he must’ve been fine, since he left Obi-wan in here. Obi-wan probably never meant to fall asleep, waiting for anyone to contact. Shaking his head, he had opening his arms up gesturing you over.

“Come here, darling.” Not sure on what he was going to do, yet you still walked towards him, you trusted him. You were glad if you were stuck you was stuck with the Jedi. Pressing his palm around your clenched hand that held tightly onto your blanket. His hands were really warm, like had them between his thighs. His lips moulded into a circle shape, inhaling sharply.

“Oh, I should’ve brought you more blankets.” His hand still on yours, looking up at you, a small smile on your face, your teeth felt like ice cubes, a few moments went by, you weren’t sure what he was waiting for or what you were waiting for.

“ Do you think I could stay here...with you?” Your cheeks now felt hot, the words barely a whisper, you shouldn’t have asked, it’s completely inappropriate. “I-I can go back to bed-“

“Nonsense.” Obi-wan had pulling you into his lap, okay, so maybe you thought he would’ve been like yeah and you would’ve sat in the chair next to him. You head resting against his chest, his stubble tickling upon your head. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around you tightly, sealing the blankets. Yours around his waist, feet tucked up on the chair, as well. Obi-wan warmth surrounded you with his scent, the soft touch of his lips against your temple.

“Am I allowed to love you, Ben?” Your eyes fluttered closed, your voice barely above a whisper, Obi-wan’s heart hitched into his throat. He flirted too often and he knew it, and he knew that his feelings weren’t platonic either, he wouldn’t have spent dinner every night alone with just anybody.

“No, I suppose you’re not.” What would the council feel about this, he wished he could blame Yoda for making him guardian over you and that first dinner with you.

“If you aren’t supposed to have attachments, then what am I? You promised Master Yoda to protect me, isn’t that an attachment. Would anyone be able to tell? You have to be with me pretty sure all day anyways.”

Your words made him ponder for a moment, he knew you were right, you had already acting like you were together for a long time, not directly in front of council though. It was clear Anakin saw it too, he wouldn’t have called you mum, that was weird though. Maybe he has a kink think because he hasn’t seen his mum since he was 9.

Obi-wan looked over you all the time, brought you everything you needed, ate dinner with you, kept you warm, stitched you up, protected you from strange people. There were times where you’d turn up to his room crying, or upset or missing home, he’d comfort you. Similarly to this situation, you’d end up in his bed, not like that, you in his arms stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you fell asleep. It was not new.

“You are right, I love you.” Looking up to the Jedi, as he smiled down at you.

“You do?”

“I do.” He may not have kissed you then, but you had time, you weren’t about to let Anakin take him from you. What mattered was you were together, even being away from your home, you had another. With Ben and a ‘son’ that was older than you.

Oh , Anakin was so cheeky when he had awoken in the morning seen you against his masters chest.

“I knew it.”

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Tier 2 Recap

256. 254. Andrew Ryan from Buoshck

255. 216. Nyssa õf Traken from Doctor who

254. 228. Asha from Iji

253. 22. Whisper Schnee from Boldores and Boomsticks

252. 253. Chuuya Nakahara from Bungou stray dogs

251. 18. Mapleshade from warrior cats

250. 190. Andrew Eldritch from real life

249. 120. sans undertale from undertale

248. 219. T-Rex from Jurassic Park

247. 141. Karkat Vantas from Homestuck

246. 53. Rasputin IV from X-Men

245. 20. Hunter | The Golden Guard from The Owl House

244. 7. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

243. 50. Death from Darksiders

242. 266. Dave Miller from Dsaf

241. 174. Dr. Miranda Jones from Star Trek: The Original Series

240. 274. donquixote doflamingo from one piece

239. 92. Hyakunosuke Ogata from Golden Kamuy

238. 11. Kha'Nel from Dragens Øye

237. 139. George Costanza from Seinfeld

236. 121. Rampage from Beast Wars

235. 62. ε (epsilon) from Mathematics, real life (kinda? Not sure maths qualifies as real life) ) (common phrase: Let ε>0 be any real number)

234. 134. BoJack Horseman from BoJack Horseman

233. 291. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

232. 129. Flavio Rezza (MC Flava) from real life

231. 215. Goodtimewithscar or Scar for short (the minecraft youtuber)

230. 186. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

229. 170. claude frollo from the hunchback of notre dame (specifically the stage musical)

228. 217. Grian from Life Series (3rd/Last/Double/Limited Life)

227. 168. the submitter from real life

226. 269. Mizi from Alien Stage

225. 96. Robin Stuart from Arc of Infinity (Doctor Who)

224. 172. Tessa Minsky from Imogen, Obviously

223. 267. Ea-nasir (real life copper merchant - 1750 BCE)

222. 37. Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3

221. 147. Rose Lavillant from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

220. 135. Fiver from Watership down

219. 251. Keith Kogane from Voltron

218. 63. Cricket from Wings of Fire

217. 146. Adric of Alzarius from Doctor Who

216. 177. Mort from the Madagascar Movies/All Hail King Julian

215. 59. Edward Elric from Fullmetal metal alchemist

214. 290. Jimmy Solidarity from The Empires smp

213. 259. rayla from the dragon prince

212. 205. Starfy from The Legendary Starfy

211. 232. Taako from The Adventure Zone

210. 188. Hatsune Miku from Vocaloid

209/208. 182. Matt Murdock from Daredevil (Netflix)

209/208. 107. Ted Kord from DC comics

207. 86. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

206. 27. Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon

205. 197. Marc Anciel from Miraculous Ladybug

204. 159. Yona from Yona of the Dawn

203. 220. David Chiem from Danganronpa: Despair Time

202. 125. Tynan from Aurora Webcomic

201. 169. Kid Blink from Newsies

200. 128. π (pi) from Mathematics (as in half a circle of radius 1)

199. 275. Zee from Total Drama 2023

198. 278. Flynn Moore from Echo (the furry vn)

197. 270. Caim Tivh from Mørkalven

196. 195. Grendel, The Grimm General from Boldores and Boomsticks

195. 280. Hermie the Unworthy from Dungeons and Daddies

194. 181. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way from My Immortal

193. 247. Monkey D Luffy from One Piece

#mystery character bracket #character review

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danseurehonte · 4 years ago

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Alien!Jongin x Reader || xenophilia and oviposition || given to me by a lovely anon to chose my own kinktober || trigger warnings: sex slave kinda rescued by jongin, if you don’t know what oviposition is then you’re in for a really badly explained crash course because i have never written this particular kink and this drabble ended up long but i had fun so oh well.

Space was much different than what you were originally told when you first went. You had met so many different walks of life on Earth but nothing prepared you for what you faced when you left the safety of your home planet. You were sold to the highest bidder and taken off stage to be bundled up and placed onto his ship.

“You’re fresh, aren’t you, human?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine and you sat in your chair, shackles around your ankles to keep you from running away. “This is your first space visit?”

You nodded, not meeting his gaze. “I thought I would be able to enjoy it much more than what I did.” You mumbled.

He clicked his tongue, the sound reminding you of a bird that lived near your house. “You’ll live a good life, I’ve got plans for you.” The smile in his voice didn’t comfort you at all, it made you wonder what he meant, what he had up his sleeve now that he had you at his command.

You were his entertainment.

That’s what he wanted from you. You were bought to please him and his friends with sexual favours. He had laid out the rules when you first arrived at the house; three days a week, normally in a row, you were ‘free’ and could wear whatever you wanted, do whatever you wanted and he wouldn’t touch you. The other four, you did as you were told, dressed in nothing but the gold collar and bracelets he had bought for you and you did what you were told.

Luckily for you, the favours never included penetration.

This went on for a few months and even though you were sickened by the thought of enjoying the life you had, it wasn’t all that bad when you looked at it overall. Yes, you had to suck alien dick or sit on laps and be a little human whore but you never got touched unless you wanted them to, you were well fed and on your days off - you were allowed to explore the city. You lived a pretty decent life - all things considered.

You never really cared about your needs that were often left neglected because you didn’t want to ask one of these aliens to pleasure you - that was until your owner’s son arrived home from one of his missions. You already knew all about him, Kim Jongin, the prodigal son, the explorer. He looked nothing like his father, beautiful golden skin, tall and muscular with soft silver hair and gold eyes - he looked like a God more than he did an alien.

It wasn’t until one of you days off that you realised that your needs needed to be met. Jongin was walking around shirtless, his defined muscles still damp from the wash he had and you licked your lips as his bicep bulged when he towel dried his hair. “He’s quite the specimen, isn’t he?” A voice behind you made you jump and you found your owner grinning at his son. “His mother was human.” You made a sound, figuring out why Jongin didn’t share certain physical attributes to his father. The gold eyes, silver hair and muscular body seemed to come from him but the humanoid physique and golden skin tone came from Jongin’s mother. “She was a breeder, if you’re going to ask where she is.”

Your cheeks flushed red. A breeder was a human that willingly bore children for aliens; it was discovered that humans were the perfect incubators for alien offspring and a lot of the times, the offspring bore no human features - some, like Jongin, did.

“I bought you for a reason.” He whispered in your ear when Jongin looked in your direction and smiled. “My son has reached his prime, it is time that he produces offspring and settles down. What better way than with a pretty human woman that’ll bear him many children?”

It should have disgusted you but when you thought about the men that were back on Earth, it really didn’t. Jongin was beautiful - inside and out. He courted you, treated you like his girlfriend and when it came to your first night with him, he made sure you were satisfied. You never wanted for anything with him, sexually or even emotionally, because Jongin provided you with everything you needed.

“I love you,” he whispered one night, kissing along your body while you played with his damp silver hair. “I know it’s only been a few months but I really do.”

You giggled, kissing his lips when he hovered over you. “I love you too, my love.” You felt his fingers touch your entrance and sighed at how slowly he went - despite the fact that you came not so long ago. “I think it’s time.”

He looked at you, slowly pushing his fingers in and his mouth mimicked the way yours parted. “Are you sure?” He double checked with you, pumping his fingers in and out and you moaned at the feel. “I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He promised as he kissed your lips and pulled away from your body to line himself up.

Sex with Jongin was always something, he felt human and it was always perfect because he knew exactly how to make you see stars but there was always something that reminded you that he was, in fact, an alien - his orgasms. He never came, not in the sense that you were used to, there was no semen to deal with but he did sound like he came.

It didn’t take long for you to topple over the edge, back arching as your world turned white and Jongin whined as you clenched around him. “I’m going to come.” He gritted out through his teeth, feeling his own end tingling in his testicles. With a low grunt, he buried himself inside you and that’s when you felt it - how Jongin comes. You gasped at first, his cock growing inside you before the first egg pushed its way into you before another - and another.

It was a strange feeling, not uncomfortable but something that wasn’t forgettable either. When Jongin pulled out, he blushed, his flaccid cock shrinking back to its normal size and he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “Three little eggs.” He murmured, sounding content. “Only one will turn into a baby. Our baby.”

You have so many questions, so many confused questions about how this will work but all that you know now is that you are perfectly content with your new life with your alien boyfriend. It may not have started out so great - but what a journey its been.

#kinktober #kim jongin drabbles #jongin drabbles #kai drabbles #exo drabbles #alien!jongin #superm drabbles

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wackapedia · 4 years ago

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Lucky Star

Soulmate au! Yoongi x idol reader where corporations fuck things over as usual. slightly dystopian warnings: mentions of blood, murder but not so graphic, angst 1.7k You were leaning upright inside a containment in the middle of the ridiculously bright room of the facility. The rough material of medical scrubs rubbing against your skin while several wires and tubes are connected to your body. As the containment tilts to make you lie horizontally. "Commencing cryogenic stasis" The gentle robotic voice alerts. you close your eyes and remember the events of the past week. "ProtoGen Inc. has been the world's leading resource developer for modern technology. From Smartphones, Appliances, Transportation, and Medical Technology. ProtoGen is also partnering with Yong-Soon Farms to create Genetically-modified livestock, to fill the global supply. Today, ProtoGen takes on the entertainment industry as we launch the world's first Artificially-Enhanced girl group. Please welcome, Lucky Star!" The curtains rise to reveal three girls standing with perfect posture. The crowd jumbles to get a clear view, flashing their cameras boldly to the three girls. The camera flashes would blind a normal person, but the Lucky Star Girls were nowhere near normal. You and your groupmates bow simultaneously. "Hello! We are Lucky Star!"

---------- "'ProtoGen Inc., debuts world's first AI-Enhanced girl group' whatever the fuck that means," Taehyung reads the headline of an article as he scrolls through his pad, slurping his soggy cereal. "Are they aliens?" Jungkook asks, peeling his third hard-boiled egg for the day. "I'm pretty sure we haven't discovered alien life yet, Kook..." Jimin sighs from the kitchen. "That's what they want you to think!" Namjoon continues to read the article, squinting over Taehyung's shoulder while unknowingly spilling his orange juice down the younger's Gucci trousers as Jimin talks Jungkook out of the thought of meeting aliens in the near future. This was the scene that greets Yoongi as he descends the stairs. "What's going on?" He asks, heading straight to the coffee machine. "Aliens!" Jungkook enthusiastically answers. Too enthusiastic at 8am. "That AI girl group just debuted." Namjoon fills in. "Called Lucky Star". "Okay, what does that have to do with aliens?" "Nothing! Jungkook here was just being imaginative!" Jimin continues to buzz with Jungkook talking over him. Yoongi sighs as he finishes preparing his coffee and heads back upstairs to his home office. "Whatever." He mutters, leaving them to continue reading the article and discuss alien life. "Local K-Pop fans continue to protest for the girls' human rights despite- AHH HYUNG! YOUR JUICE!!" Taehyung finally realizes the coldness seeping through his thigh, seeing a large orange stain on his outfit. ---------- Immediately after your first live performance in a music awards show, you meet other idol groups queueing up for the stage. A girl you know as Jennie glares at Yue who glares back at her with hostility. You were escorted to your private dressing rooms where the CEO of ProtoGen himself waited. "How did we do, chief?" May, the main dancer asks as soon as she enters. "It was good..." Chairman Han answers, putting down the tablet after scrolling through the articles about Lucky Star. "But not good enough." "Excuse me? You programmed us to perfection and you think we weren't good enough?" Yue, the leader and the most developed speaks up. Her android programming allowed her to quickly learn from her surroundings, allowing her to have some form of a freewill. "Leave us." Chairman Han addresses the group of wardrobe and makeup assistants, leaving you three with him and the programming director of the Lucky Star project. The door opens just as you caught a glance of the group of men marching toward the backstage. One of them stops and makes eye contact with you, his cat-like eyes freezes you in place and the familiar mark on top of his wrist causes your heart to skip a beat. And then the door shuts again. A robotic freewill is considered as a paradoxical flaw in programming. A resultant factor of several integral aspects that can not be substituted without compromising the quality of the output. You learned this during your time at the facility at a young age, picking up IT jargon while they infused the enhancement serum into your system. Contrary to what most believe, the Lucky Star girls are actually part human. May was human, farmed and fertilized in a test tube. Yue was the least human. You witnessed how she was constructed in the facility for over 20 years. She was considered as the most developed among all humanoid robots in existence. You were a normal human, born 25 years ago, injected with all sorts of chemical enhancements, but still human enough to don a soulmate mark on the top side of your wrist. You are witnessing how technologically advanced Yue is when she sharply talks back to Chairman Han who was verbally abusing her about her lack of energy during the performance. "You were created to entertain, and yet here you are, presenting a mediocre performance, shaming my company in a pitiful excuse of a performance!" The chairman's heavy hand lands on Yue's artificially manufactured cheek. There was an awkward silence before Yue pushes the chairman against the mirrored wall of the dressing room, cracking it against the Chairman's skull. The programming director moves to stop her but his efforts are futile when Yue drives the narrow edge of a contour brush through the chairman's head. Blood stains Yue's glittery costume. ---------------- Hoseok animatedly reviews their performance as he leads the group to their assigned dressing rooms. Jin laughs at how Jimin almost slipped at the stage. All seven of them are halted in their steps when a crowd of paramedics gather at one of the dressing rooms. "What happened?" Namjoon asks a personnel of ProtoGen Medical as a mortuary trolley gets dragged out of the room. "Oh my god did someone die?" Jungkook loudly questions, earning him a 'Shut up' from his hyungs. Namjoon gets ignored by the personnel as they were escorted away from the crime scene. Yoongi clearly remembers seeing you in the room minutes before their performance and wonders if you're okay. "ProtoGen Ceo Han Sung-Hoon dies of Heart Attack" Jimin reads the headline of an online article the morning after the music awards. "We all know that's not what happened." Taehyung replies. "We shouldn't speculate..." Namjoon comments. "Big Hit warned us not to get involved." "What? We were the only ones who saw the medics last night!" Yoongi answers, scrolling through the pictures from last night's event, trying to spot anything peculiar. He pauses at the group photo of that AI-enhanced girl group, his eyes zero-ing in on a familiar mark on your wrist. "Which is why they asked us not to get involved." Namjoon stresses again. "We wont get involved if they tell us what happened!" Jungkook states. Just then, their manager walks up to the dining area, overhearing the maknae's sentiments. "Sit down. I'll tell you what happened." The manager declares, causing all seven to settle down. ------------ "Commencing cryogenic stasis" The gentle robotic voice alerts. White smokes of gas fill the chamber, causing your eyes to water despite tightly shutting them. Your panicked heartbeat erratically rattles your chest, feeling the sense of claustrophobia despite being in the spacious chamber. ProtoGen has decided to put down the Lucky Star project after last night's event. Yue has been dismantled into particles the moment she arrived in a crate in the facility. Her programming became too much to control, causing her to go on a murder spree at the dressing room last night. She annihilated Chairman Han and May. Before she choked the air out of you, she asked you to join her in taking the fame and be the most popular artist. This was her only motivation as she was programmed to be an artist. You politely declined, explaining to her that you were not a humanoid like her, to which she did not understand. She tightens her grip on your neck before she was shut down by the programming director who eventually bled out and died. The ProtoGen staff immediately answered to the situation, cleared up the place and dealt with the media. You were brought to the facility to where the board of directors decided to have you placed in cryogenic freeze until they found a way to separate the flawed formula of the serum in your system. The glass window of the chamber fogs up. Your vision becomes blurry and the engine noises become muffled as you sink into cryo-stasis. and then it stops. The Cryo chamber tilts to an upright position but doesn't unlock. a group of people in labcoats enter the room, escorting a group of men who gather around you. One of them immediately positions himself directly in front of the glass window. ---------- "You have two minutes." Doctor Sharp lets all seven of them in the room. Yoongi immediately knocks on the closed chamber, desperate to see you awake. "Hey y/n.. Its me.." He shows you his soulmate mark through the fogged up glass. He notices a spark of recognition in your eyes, encouraging him to go on. "I'm sorry there's no way for me to get you out of here. But when you come out, I'll find you. I may have to take up another form in the next life, but you'll still be you. So I'll come find you, okay?" Yoongi stutters but continues to make the most out of his last minute, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry it had to end this way. But it isn't really the end..." "Your time is up. Please leave the room peacefully while you can." ---------- You look up to the man who you remember to be one of the idols from last night's event. He tries to tell you something but all you can hear is his muffled unintelligible voice through layers of metal and plexiglass. He shows you his soulmate mark which was identical to yours. You smile. He continues to talk with tears in his eyes and all you could do was to wander your eyes on his face, hoping to dream of him for the next 50 years of cryo-stasis. He is eventually escorted out of the room, and the chamber tilts back to continue the process. You peacefully close your eyes and inhale the sleeping gas as years of sleep take over you. ---------- "BTS Spotted leaving ProtoGen facility after Lucky Star project shutdown" Taehyung quietly reads the headline as Namjoon reads over his shoulder. "Such a shame Yoongi-hyung found and lost her in such a short time..." Namjoon sighs.

#yoongi x reader #fic #bts #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi angst

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ragingbookdragon · 5 years ago

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Love In Frozen Places

Outlaws x Tamaranean!Reader Story

A/N: Ayeeeeee this is a story I actually like! Enjoy! -Thorne <3

She watched him kick at the rubble, cursing as he began yanking chunks of ice and concrete away. It did nothing, the buildup too much for him to clear; the other man rested his hand on his arm, tugging lightly. “Jaybird. It’s no use. There’s too much rubble for us to clear right here.” He tipped his head to the hallway. “Let’s see if there’s another way out.” Jason jerked away, spinning on him angrily.

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess Roy! I told you not to use the explosives, but what did you do?!” Jason gestured to the room. “We’re stuck in a frozen lab!” Roy flinched ever so slightly at his anger but returned his own heated words.

“Yeah and if I hadn’t used the explosives, the three of us would be dead!” He pointed to the blocked entrance. “There are armed soldiers out there!” Roy turned his finger on himself, then to Jason and her. “I’m out of arrows, you’re out of ammo, and (Y/N)’s powers have been fluctuating all day! If I hadn’t blown up the entrance, we’d be full of lead right about now! I saved our lives!” Jason scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah, save our lives only to end up freezing us to death!” He twisted, kicking at some of the ice, muttering, “Can’t believe I’m gonna freeze to death in the middle of fucking nowhere and it’s all your fault.” Roy sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry Jay.” (Y/N) watched the two for a moment before moving towards them, resting a hand on Jason’s back; her voice was calm as she said,

“It will do us no good to fight amongst each other.” She cast her gaze between the two men, catching Roy’s evergreen eyes. “We need to look for a way out and fast.” Jason turned back around, voice tight as he pointed.

“That was the only way out (Y/N). We’re trapped in here.” She paused for a moment, then said,

“Then we need to find something that will keep us warm.” Roy glanced around the room.

“I don’t think there’s gonna be much in here that will. Everything here is either frozen solid or it’s been scavenged.” He took another look around. “Might as well check anyway.” He walked off, leaving her and Jason beside one another; (Y/N) eyed Jason before moving past him to the shelves along the walls. She shifted through the remains, frowning as she realized Roy had been correct; everything in there had to have been scavenged before the lab was deserted. As she searched, a flash of silver caught her eye, and she halted, reaching for it.

“Boys…I think I found something.” Footsteps sounded behind her, and as they peered over her shoulders, she pulled it back. “I think this is one of those first aid blankets…the ones that preserve body heat.” Jason nodded, taking it from her, spreading it out.

“Looks to be in good condition.” He examined it, flipping it over. “I’m surprised seventy years in a Siberian laboratory hasn’t eaten it.” He looked up at the two. “There’s only one way to keep warm.” Roy snorted at his words as (Y/N) rolled her eyes, and they all collapsed against the wall, (Y/N) situated between the two. She grunted as they squeezed close to her, her arms digging into her sides; Roy heard her, and leaned close, murmuring,

“Can you feel the warmth (Y/N)?” She jerked her head up, glaring at him.

“I can feel something. And if you do not move your hand, I will rip it off.” His fingers twitched against her side, curling under the armor along her waist.

“But my fingers are freezing (Y/N)…and you feel like a furnace.” Before she could respond, another set of fingers curled along her skin on her other side, and a voice followed,

“Roy’s got a point (Y/N). Tamaraneans like you and Kory run hotter than us humans.” He looked at her, flashing his teal eyes. “Pretty please let us borrow your body heat so we don’t lose our fingers?” (Y/N) stared at him a moment, then heaved a sigh.

“…Fine…do as you wish…” The two chuckled, curling up against her. Roy rested his head along her shoulder, burrowing his face in her skin while Jason simply let his fingers rest along her side. After an hour, Jason had become like Roy, resting his head on her arm, and (Y/N) simply watched the blocked entrance, keeping guard. A moment passed, then Roy asked,

“Did you guys ever think that when you were kids, this is where you’d end up?” (Y/N) glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, listening as Jason shot back,

“Trapped in a frozen shithole? Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought about when I was a kid.” Roy opened his mouth to retort, but (Y/N) was quicker, quipping,

“Technically Gotham can be counted as a frozen shithole, so that is not such a far-off statement.” Roy leaned forward, a look of victory on his face as he yelled,

“HA! EAT IT!” (Y/N) chuckled as Jason gripped, and Roy looked at her. “What about you (Y/N)? Did you ever think you’d end up here?” She paused, voice soft as she asked,

“Surrounded by the ones I love most?” Her voice cut off, then she shook her head. “…No…as a child…the only thing I thought about was how good it would feel to take my revenge on those who corrupted my sister and I…” She could feel their eyes on her as she rested back along the wall. “I was filled with such hatred and rage as a child…I experienced things no child…no person should ever experience…and the only thing that kept me going was the thought that one day I would stand before them and pull their spines from their backs.” (Y/N) inhaled deeply, holding her breath for a moment, then exhaling shakily. “I never got the revenge I intended…but I received the world in the later years…” She looked between the two, smiling faintly. “So, no Roy…this is not where I thought I would end up…but there is nowhere I would rather be than here…with you both.” The looks they sent her made her cheeks warm and she cleared her throat, turning her head back to the front. “We are wasting precious energy…it is only going to get colder…stop talking and preserve it.” The two chuckled, resting their heads back along her arms.

A few hours later, the temperature had dropped considerably, and (Y/N), despite her alien physiology, could feel it seeping into her body. She knew that if it was affecting her, it was certainly affecting Jason and Roy. She took a breath, watching as her exhale became visible, and turned her head slightly, glancing at Jason; she leaned close to him, whispering, “Jason?” He inhaled, pushing up against her.

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?” He nodded, clenching his jaw to avoid his teeth chattering together.

“Fine…just a little chilly…” (Y/N)’s eyes turned worried as she shifted her gaze to Roy, who was no doubt freezing at this point, as he was shivering against her body.

“Roy?” He gave no response at first and she wiggled her shoulder. “Roy? Are you awake?” He let out a low groan, the arm around her waist tightening.

“…‘M fine…jus’…resting my eyes…” (Y/N) shifted her body, uncurling his arm from around her waist. He let out a whine as she took his arm away, but he went silent as she pulled his body to hers, wrapping her arm around his waist. Roy dropped his head into her neck, his breath cool against her skin. (Y/N) did the same with Jason, letting him shift the same way Roy had against her. Her arms tightened the best they could around them. Fear surged through her as she looked between them. Roy was already beginning to fall asleep, and Jason didn’t seem too far behind him; she knew how different their bodies were compared to hers…they’d be gone long before she was. The very thought sent waves of terror through her veins and she squeezed tightly.

“You both need to stay awake. Falling asleep is too dangerous.” She nudged Roy. “Roy, wake up.” He moaned, curling his arm across her stomach.

“…Lemme res’ a minute sweetheart.” The nickname made her grin despite the circumstances, but she quickly frowned.

“Roy, if you fall asleep you will die. Hypothermia is setting in. Do not fall asleep.” He nodded against her, though it seemed useless, and she turned her attention to Jason. “Jason?” He nodded, a bit more awake then Roy.

“I’m fine…I’m not at the stage yet.” Her frown seemed to deepen as she whispered,

“But you are getting close.” Jason said nothing, agreeing with her, and she closed her eyes, slamming her head back against the wall. “Why can I not use my powers?! What is going on with them?!”

“You’re fluctuating because it’s cold Doll…and that attack you took a while ago knocked you for a loop.” Jason made the same move Roy did, wrapping his arm around her waist; he dug his fingers into Roy’s sleeve, tapping at his skin. “Roy? Hey Roy? You up?” Roy twitched, cracking an eye open.

“Mmm?” Jason squeezed his wrist, voice quiet as he apologized,

“I’m sorry Roy…if I hadn’t taken this job…we wouldn’t be in this mess…” Roy chuckled, the sound forced as he shivered hard.

“‘S’not your fault…Jaybird…shot the entrance…my fault…” (Y/N) listened to the two apologize to one another. It seemed so final that that she felt her eyes watering. She shut her eyes, feeling the tears run down her cheeks, freezing against her skin; she sucked in a breath, voice shaky as she begged,

“Please don’t fall asleep Roy…Jay…please don’t leave me alone…” Their fingers twitched in response, voices soft as they assured,

“We’re not going anywhere Doll…promise…” Roy nodded.

“Mmm…what ‘ay said…” (Y/N) pulled them tighter to her, listening as their breathing became quiet. A little while later, Roy had all but stopped shivering against her, and Jason had now acted as Roy did, his words beginning to slur when she would talk to him. (Y/N) rubbed circles in Roy’s side, trying to give any warmth she could, and she kept Jason awake with any topic she could think of.

“And I began to wonder if I should have told Dick that he was eating the testicles of a prestigious beast from Tamaran.” Jason heaved a sigh, lips curling slightly.

“‘S funny Doll.” She glanced down at him, running her hand through his hair.

“Yes?” He nodded and she asked, “Would you try the prestigious delicacies of Tamaran?” Jason let out another laugh, shifting closer to her.

“…Maybe…depends on…what it is…” He shivered violently against her, sending worry up her spine as he burrowed into her neck. (Y/N)’s fingers curled around his neck, warming the back of his neck.

“Stay conscious Jason.” He weakly nodded, whispering,

“Trying to…” After a moment, (Y/N) frowned, eyes moving back to the rubble.

“I need to try and move that out.” She began to shift, heart clenching as Jason whined and Roy let out a quiet whimper. She turned, gently folding Roy and Jason together, and he cracked his eye open.

“What’re you doing?” (Y/N) tucked the blanket around them, rising from her knees.

“I need to move the rubble out of the way and signal for help.” She bent over, placing a hand on his cheek. “If you start to fall asleep, call for me, okay?” When he didn’t say anything, she tapped his cheek lightly. “Jason?” He nodded.

“Call you…got it.” She watched him for a moment, then moved to the lab entrance, picking up rubble and shoving it aside. The cold bit into her already freezing fingers, and she could barely feel each scrape and cut she got as she threw another chunk. She worked for a few minutes, barely denting the mass; she cursed, stepping back a few feet, raising an arm towards the rubble. (Y/N) tried to focus her energy to her palm, but the cold seemed to zap it all away, and nothing happened. She let out a curse in her native tongue, raising her hand again. Again, nothing happened, and she turned to them, eyes widening as she took in the sight of Jason’s head lowered, hanging limply. (Y/N) rushed to them, shaking them roughly.

“Jason! Roy!” They gave her no response and with realization setting in, (Y/N) began to hyperventilate. She shook them again. “You both promised you would not leave me! Think about me and the others! Dick and my sister! Your families!” The tears began to flow down her cheeks as she shouted helplessly. “Please do not leave me here alone!” (Y/N) pressed her forehead up against their heads, whimpering, “…I am afraid.” She jerked back, scrambling for the entrance; furiously, she heaved away the ice and rubble, screaming wildly. “SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE! THEY ARE DYING!” Something surged inside her at the truth in her words, and a bright blast of white light extended from her hand, slamming against the blockage. It blew the rubble away, but as she took a step towards it, her knees buckled beneath her and she hit the ground. (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself as she dropped, face resting against the frigid metal flooring; her fingers dug into the metal as she tried to will her body to move, but to no avail. She began to give up, reality affirming around her, until she heard voices coming from the hallway. Someone turned the doorway, gasping, then running to her; they slid beside her, turning her over.

“(Y/N)!” Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up into a familiar face.

“…Dick?” He shifted his gaze to the wall, then to the hallway.

“B! They’re in here! Hurry!” He looked down at her, a worried smile on his lips. “You’re gonna be okay (Y/N). We’re here to help. You’re all gonna be okay.” She nodded wordlessly, eyelids beginning to droop at his promise, his shouts drowning together as darkness called her name.

A Day Later:

Wherever she was, it was warm. She felt as if she was back in their apartment, curled up in her blankets, safe and sound. If this is heaven, she thought, don’t make me leave. She drifted for a while, then she felt fingers trace along her hand, a comforting voice following. “Sister? Are you awake? You’ve been asleep for a long time. Wake up.” Koriand’r? She thought. “(Y/N). Wake up.” The firmness of her voice shook (Y/N) from sleep, and she peeled her eyelids open, immediately closing them as the light blinded her. “Take a moment sister…wake up slowly.” (Y/N) grunted, muttering,

“I could do it without your nattering in my ear Kory.” A slap connected to her arm and she opened her eyes, staring at her grinning, but teary-eyed sister; Kory took one look and leaped towards her, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“Oh, I was so worried when Dick called me yesterday. He said you and the others were in bad shape.” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she jerked away, flipping over the side of the bed to her feet. She wobbled, seeing Kory rising out of the corner of her eye. “(Y/N)? What are you doing?! You are not ready to move!” She paid Kory no mind, holding herself up along the wall.

“I need to see Jason and Roy. Now.” (Y/N) made it to the door when it swung open, revealing Dick; he jumped back in surprise, obviously not expecting her to be up and moving.

“(Y/N)?!” She reached out, collapsing onto him. His arms wound around her, holding her up. “What are you doing up? You need to rest!” (Y/N) shook her head, raising it to look him in the eyes.

“Take me to Jason and Roy…please Dick…” His gaze shifted over her to Kory, who reluctantly nodded; Dick heaved a sigh.

“…Alright…but I’m carrying you there…you’re still weak.” (Y/N) scoffed at him.

“I will not be carried like a bride on her wedding night.” Dick snorted, then bent down.

“Fine. How ‘bout a piggyback ride?” (Y/N) eyed him a moment, then climbed onto his back.

“…This is suitable.” He chuckled as he walked them down the hallways. She looked around as she rested her chin on his shoulder, arms wound around his neck. “Where are we?”

“The Watchtower.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise.

“I assumed we would be at the manor.” Dick nodded at that.

“I understand why you’d think that, but Bruce said it would be safer and faster to get you here.” Dick stopped in front of a door, leaning close so the scanner could catch his eye; the door slid open and he stepped inside. “When we found you three, you were in bad shape…we didn’t think Roy was gonna make it.” (Y/N)’s fingers clenched in his shirt, and as he felt it, he reassured, “Roy’s fine (Y/N)…he’s just needing a bit more recovery.”

“…And Jason?” Dick snorted.

“Jaybird’s stubborn…he’s been awake for about an hour before you.” She nodded, and they stepped through another entry, and she saw Roy asleep on a bed, Jason curled in the fetal position halfway down the bed; Dick cleared his throat. “Hey Jaybird…brought you a surprise.” Jason lifted his head, eyes widening as he took in (Y/N).

“Doll!” She felt Dick lower her to the ground and she ran on uneasy legs until she collapsed on the bed next to him. They wound their arms around each other, and (Y/N) couldn’t help the tears.

“I was so worried that you were gone.” She pulled away, holding his face in her hands. “I am so glad you are alive and well.” (Y/N) let go, glancing at Roy. “Is he?” Jason nodded, taking her hands in his.

“He’s fine…he’ll need another day of rest before he can be up and about. But,” He squeezed her hands, making her look at him. “Bruce told me that you had cleared the rubble from the door.” (Y/N) nodded.

“I do not know how…but I did.” He shook his head.

“However you did it, you saved our lives. Bruce said another few minutes and we would’ve been goners.” He smiled at her, reaching up to brush the tears from her skin. “You saved our lives (Y/N).” She smiled at him, letting out a watery laugh as more tears flowed down her cheeks; Dick watched them, then caught Jason’s eye, nodding as he left the room. The door shut and (Y/N) pulled back, eyes turning to Roy; she leaned over, resting against him, watching Jason lay beside her. The two were silent, listening to Roy breathe, then she whispered,

“I think we should take a week off and do nothing.” Jason chuckled, fingers brushing along her cheek.

“I like that idea…but I swear to god if I wake up and you and Roy have crawled into bed with me, I will blow a gasket.” (Y/N) giggled, snuggling closer into the blankets.

“You act like you hate it…but you don’t…” Jason glared at her for a moment, then heaved a sigh.

“…Yeah…I don’t…” She smiled widely, and he reached over, gently poking her nose. “Take a nap (Y/N)…we’ll be here when you wake up.” Her smile dropped, the memories of the day before flashing to mind, but a squeeze to her hand brought her back, and she met firm teal eyes. “I promise.” (Y/N) swallowed thickly, then nodded, closing her eyes. Just as she was beginning to drift, she heard Jason whisper something that brought another smile to her lips. “We won’t leave you again.”

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Fear and Loathing (4)

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Fandom: seaQuest 2032

Summary: (Part 2 of The Right Thing - this will be a chaptered fic) Captain Hudson knows that you and Lucas are more than just friends, and after changing your shift rotations to make sure you’re not on duty together, you take things into your own hands and request a transfer from seaQuest. Before your transfer can be processed, officers and crew begin showing signs of extreme anxiety, anger and paranoia. Some are worse affected than others, you being one of them. Can you fight for not only your relationship with Lucas but your state of mind?

Pairings: Ensign Lucas Wolenczak x FemLieutenant!Reader, Commander Jonathan Ford x Lieutenant Lonnie Henderson (only slight)

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurity, angst, paranoia, anxiety, mental instability, very mild sexual references/smut mention, age difference/gap.

Comments: If you wish to be added to my seaQuest tag list, which will be separate from all my other tags, let me know, and I will only tag you in these if you specifically request to be tagged. This is practically a dead fandom now, but I would still like to share my writings with you. If you would like to ask any questions, then by all means just ask! People are probably wondering why I’m still continuing this fic when it gets so little feedback, but it’s purely because I enjoy writing it. It’d a pleasure to be reminiscing in old times.

That night, while you remained in the Med Bay, the mess hall seemed to begin hosting a midnight coffee refreshment for a handful of crew. Lonnie Henderson wandered into the room, drying the sweat from her brow and neck after waking suddenly from a nightmare of being suffocated by unseen hands. She saw Jim Brody sat with his head in his hands, and one of the engineers was resting with their eyes closed and their feet up on a chair.

“Tough night?” Lonnie asked, approaching Brody.

He gasped suddenly, nearly jolting out of his chair. “Yeah….ugh…..sorry,” he grumbled, and rubbed his face, trying to force himself more fully awake.

“What’s going on tonight?” Lonnie asked. “No one can sleep and everyone is on edge.” She then said your name and her eyes widened. “Do you think it’s got anything to do with her and the virus?”

“I doubt it,” Brody scoffed. “A virus that gives panic attacks and nightmares?”

“Come on, Jim. We’ve seen things more unbelievable than that in the last two years. We’ve contacted aliens and come face to face with Greek gods, yet we can’t believe that a virus may exist which causes panic and fear?”

Lucas remained in the Med Bay that night, falling asleep next to your bed. The gentle beeping of the monitors swept him into a dream. There was water, screams and fear. They were your screams; begging him for help. Lucas only remembered the cold water and your screams as he jerked awake.

Your eyes were open and you were smiling at him. “You okay? Have a bad dream?” you asked, yawning. You felt groggy, but strangely content, especially upon seeing Lucas.

He rushed to you, cupped your cheek and then kissed you softly. But gradually the kiss grew deeper, and hotter, until he pulled away. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Just tired,” you replied.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Can I have a cold drink, please? Soda, milk, water. Just something cold.”

Lucas left the room and you pulled yourself up slowly. A thumping headache began in your temples and behind your eyes, a sure sign of tension and stress that you knew all too well.

***

The next two days saw more crew visiting not only the mess hall at night but the Med Bay, asking for advice on nightmares and panic attacks. Even Captain Hudson had noticed that he seemed more on edge of late. There were far too many crew affected now for it not to be noticeable and not be a problem that needed addressing.

Jonathan Ford and Tim O’Neill, along with a couple of the engineers, Dagwood, the chief cook and the doctor himself, were the only people who seemed to be unaffected. Every other person was showing symptoms, to varying degrees, of fear, panic and dread.

On the third day of you being in the Med Bay, a mild sedative still in your system to calm the nightmares you were having a night, you were awoken to Lieutenant Fredricks being pulled into the room by Brody and O’Neill.

“Please, don’t. They’ll run experiments on me,” she wept, pulling against the two men either side of her.

The screams had pulled you out of another beckoning nightmare with the visiting shadow demon, who sometimes came to you at night and stood at the foot of your bed. All of the noise and commotion shook you to the core, causing a shockwave of anxiety to race through you like a power surge. But your concern for your comrade still trumped the fear you felt.

“Freddie?” you called to her. She continued weeping uncontrollably as Brody and the doctor held her down on the bed, ready to administer a sedative. “Freddie? You’ll be okay. I promise. They won’t hurt you.” You slipped out of bed, almost falling in your weakness, and you took her hand in yours. “Shhh, it’ll be okay.”

The feel of your hand in hers, and your kind words, soothed Fredricks as the sedative was administered by the doctor.

“How can she feel so much fear when she has an implant?” Brody asked.

“The virus is somehow overpowering every other emotion in those who are the worst affected,” the doctor replied. “I don’t think the sedatives, long term, will be enough. The UEO still has no idea what’s causing this. They’re requesting blood works be sent of each crew member who is affected, which is over eighty per cent. I don’t know if I can get that many reports sent over all at once in the time frame they’re asking for.”

“How long are they asking for, Doc?”

“A week. I’ve only got the capacity to run five blood samples every twelve hours. That’s ten every twenty-four hours, and there are well over a hundred crew affected by this. If this gets worse, we may have to abandon the tour and return to land to fully hospitalise and test everyone. And we don’t know how contagious this is or where it came from.”

By the end of the week, the Med Bay was full. Most of the crew were utterly exhausted through lack of sleep due to night terrors. Frequent fights were breaking out over mundane issues. The latest fight had been when Tony Piccolo had had the last croissant at breakfast, pissing off an engineer. A broken nose and black eye later, Tony found himself in the Med Bay for a couple of hours.

You still kept dreaming of the shadow demon, and often you huddled under the covers, hiding from him, just in case he appeared at the end of your bed again. The fear seemed to come in waves; you would be peaceful for a few hours and then suddenly feel the panic rise and see the shadow at the end of your bed, set with glowing eyes and saliva dripping from sharp fangs. Nights were horrendous as that’s when the most fear came out to play and it hung over you all like a thick mist. Fredricks often woke screaming in the bed next to you. The engineer in the bed opposite you had had regular seizures. Thankfully, you had only had one.

The milder cases meant that crew had to continue working, despite being exhausted. Jonathan Ford felt as though he had had no sleep in a week. Every waking moment and he was on the bridge, taking the helm for part of it while Hudson tried to ward off the anxiety that was beginning to get the better of him. Tim O’Neill hadn’t seen his quarters in days, and was often found most nights dozing off in his seat on the bridge. Dagwood had even offered to help, but his kind offer was politely rejected.

Captain Hudson had been having regular talks with Secretary McGath, and it was now becoming a viable option to abandon the tour and return to shore. However, this virus was still unknown, and the UEO would have to make sure that strict quarantine procedures were put in place once the seaQuest returned to its berth. Crew would not be able to disembark immediately. McGath reassured Hudson that everything that could be done by the UEO was being done. The blood samples were being tested; each crew member, one by one, even those who were not affected and weren’t showing symptoms. Some were being tested multiple times. Even full genome scanning had now begun to try to pinpoint some kind of link to all those affected. The UEO had already received the sub’s black box recordings, knowing exactly where it was at any given time. No other infections had been reported in the waters recently visited.

Lucas lay in his bunk, listening to Tony’s snores from below. The snores had been louder and more obnoxious since his broken nose. Lucas was scared to sleep. Dark circles were beginning to frame his blue eyes, marring his pale complexion. Every evening and he visited you, sitting with you for a couple of hours. He would read to you, trying to soothe your nerves. But Fredricks’ outbursts would put you on edge and Lucas knew that any kind of relaxation was impossible. Whenever he closed his eyes, Lucas would see the water and hear you calling for him. It all felt so real, maybe too real.

The hallways were quiet, but then he would feel the energy buzzing from the mess hall, which was usually full of half dozing crew. Should he go for a wander tonight? Maybe a swim with Darwin would help. Or would the water only exacerbate the dreams?

He didn’t know how long he lay awake, but Lucas looked up at the pipes which ran above his bunk. He looked at the photo of you both which he had taped to the metal. You had your eyes open wide, shocked, whilst Lucas was gritting his teeth, pretending to be angry. He remembered fondly all the staged photographs that Tony took of you both whenever you were on shore leave back when Captain Bridger was aboard. There was such a happiness and peace amongst the crew. He remembered when Jim Brody had attempted to flirt with you once or twice, for him only to be scoffed at. Flirting had never impressed you. Humour and compassion impressed you.

He missed you so much, and slowly he turned over, pulling a pillow to his chest, trying to imagine it was you. To think that Lucas had been prepared to give up his place on seaQuest when he met Sandra just over a year ago. She had deceived him, pretending to interested in a relationship, when she only wanted the emergency codes to gain access to seaQuest. And now he was with you. It was a much, much deeper connection, that ran right through to his bones. It had become a dependency on you, a need, and considering that you were the one who had taken his virginity, that made everything so much stronger. Even though he had always had a crush on you since your first meeting, his very brief relationship with Sandra helped him forget the unrequited feelings he had for you. But then they came back even stronger. You had been the one to pick up the pieces of his broken trust that she had left behind.

Lucas lay awake, his eyes stinging with fatigue. Until finally he jumped down from his bunk and wondered out into the hallway, venturing towards your quarters. He just wanted to be close to you in some way, even if only sleeping on your bed.

The room smelled of you, sweet and flowery. And as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him, Lucas smiled to himself. There was a small stack of books on your desk with a pot of pens, all alongside your computer. A potted, ornamental plant and two matching china owls decorated the desk.

On your bed was your favourite patchwork quilt and on the wall were photos and little drawings that you had doodled. Lucas looked closer at the photos, recognising a few of you both with other members of the crew on shore leave. Then there were pictures of you with people whom he had never seen before, no doubt old friends or family members.

Lucas lay on your bunk and wrapped himself in your quilt, inhaling. He immediately felt warmth radiate through his chest and stomach, easing the tension. Exhaustion made it impossible for him to stay awake any longer, and gradually he fell into a deep sleep.

The dream changed; it was no longer water, but darkness. A light shone in the distance, a faint candlelight and when he got closer to it, he saw that he was standing in an empty garden. A candle, resting in a glass jar was upon the grass. He picked up the candle and began to walk, following a pathway. The whole place was empty, quiet and dark. The feeling of being so alone made Lucas’ heart speed up, pounding like a drum in his chest. Where was everyone?

He began to call, hoping someone would answer. But nothing. No one was there. Everyone had deserted him.

With a gasp, Lucas woke suddenly. He wiped his cheek, only to feel a tear clinging to it.

***

Captain Hudson reluctantly agreed for UEO officers to come aboard seaQuest in two days’ time to begin the gradual emptying of the sub of all crew. The crew would be taken to a contained quarantine facility in Florida whilst tests were still being carried out and their symptoms could be monitored closer.

Secretary McGath’s image dominated Hudson’s screen in his quarters. “Captain, it’s obvious that the crew aren’t recovering from this virus, whatever it is, and bringing the seaQuest into berth could possibly cause a contamination of the coastlines.

“So you’re saying that the boat has to be left out here in the middle of the Atlantic with no crew aboard?” Hudson asked in disbelief.

“Oliver, what else do you propose we do? The biggest cause for concern is the sub’s bio skin which can quite easily carry viruses and disease. Until we know what this virus is and how it’s affecting the crew, we have no other option. seaQuest will have to remain dead in the water until our chief scientists have figured out what needs to be done. All the sub’s recordings and mission data are still being analysed.”

***

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