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rinalouu · 1 year ago

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-> sum: y/n recalls the moments in her life that led her to the promise she made in her 6th year. -> pairing(s): draco malfoy x potter!reader -> warnings: mentions of death, dark childhood, bullying | let me know if there is anything else! Reader is fem pronouns and afab. -> word count: 2k (holy cow) -> i do not own harry potter nor do i support anything the author does, i just own my personal plot and ideas. -> y/n = your name - n/n = nickname - h/c = hair color -> return to harry potter masterlist here

“Harry Potter… is dead!” Voldemort exclaimed with a sadistic smile to the crowd, as they all examined the limp body Hagrid was carrying. “No!” Ginny sobbed, running towards him, before Mr. Weasley stopped her, clutching the sobbing girl to his chest. Y/n whimpered, clutching onto the arm of the platinum blonde-haired boy beside her. A reassuring squeeze to her hand, kept her quiet, as she glanced into the fearful gaze of Draco Malfoy. Her brother was dead, everything was lost.

“Draco…” She murmured, tears building in her eyes as she tried to keep attention from herself. The boy shushed her, giving her lips a light peck. A silent way of reassuring her that he was there.

How did it come to this? Y/n couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as memories began overwhelming her, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes, and truly begin to feel.

“Y/n! N/n! This letter has our names on it!!” An excited boy waved a beige letter in front of the small girl, who couldn’t help but give him a skeptical look.

“Harry… We haven’t got anyone to write to us, how in the world do we have-” She began lecturing him, a common occurrence in the Dursley household, although these two children didn’t quite look the part. Splitting images of each other, two halves of one whole, the boy and girl shared a bond like no other. All twins have a connection, but not all survive death together. She stopped herself, clearly catching the recipients of said letter.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What’s that rubbish?” She murmured before an annoyed Dudley caught the attention of Vernon, who in turn, despite wanting to avoid it, sent them down a spiral of events that forever changed their lives.

The scene shifted, suddenly the girl was in front of a platinum-haired boy, who had an annoyed look on his face. This was her third year, when Y/n finally unleashed her temper upon Draco Malfoy, the thorn in her side since the moment she stepped into the lavish castle of Hogwarts.

“What is your problem Malfoy? Why do you have such a stick up your arse all the time? Do Mommy and Daddy not give you enough attention? Is that why you feel the need to pester me constantly?!” The girl huffed angrily, pushing Draco slightly from her, a surprised look on his face. The look of surprise was quickly replaced with a smirk as the boy towered over her, crossing his arms.

“So the Kitty does have some claws.” He snickered, lightly pinching her cheek before stuffing his hand in his pocket and walking away, perhaps to pester someone else, leaving Y/n to stand there confused. This is where her feelings for Draco began to change.

Another shift, it was a year later. She found herself in the center of the great hall, the yule ball in full blast. Her (f/c) dress fit her nicely, and her hair was styled to her standard of perfection. She felt that jealous feeling arise as she glanced at Pansy and Draco dancing, giving a huff as she stormed out of the room. She wanted to pretend these feelings didn’t exist. He was the enemy, no matter how nice he had been to her since their interaction in their third year. She walked until she found a bench overlooking a window to the courtyard, sitting down with a sigh.

“What is wrong with me?” She fought the burn of her cheeks, trying to cool them down with her hands, to no avail. She hated this, being vulnerable. Ever since Harry’s name came out of that goblet, she built her walls thicker than imaginable. She thought it was impenetrable, until Draco Malfoy wormed his way through a crack. They were.. Friends. Although she wanted to be more. Footsteps took her out of her inner turmoil, and the man of her thoughts stepped into the light. “What do you want?” She sighed, keeping her gaze out the window.

“You left in a hurry, is it a crime to be worried?” He smarted off to her, taking the vacant seat to her right. Her stomach twisted, there he goes again with his words.

“Why would the ‘Great Draco Malfoy’ ever be worried about me, a ‘Potter’ no less.” Y/n gave a hiss, crossing her arms, trying to keep her gaze away from him. She knew if she looked into those sparkling silver eyes of his, it’d be as if she was under the imperius curse.

“You’re more than just a Potter, Kitty.” He smirked, the nickname he’s had for her since 3rd year rolling off his tongue, making her roll her eyes. He wanted a reaction, and she refused to give him one. Sensing this, he continued, “Did Dean not meet your expectations?” He muttered, a tone she couldn’t decipher in his voice.

“Dean’s just a friend, I’m sure he’s off with some bimbo who’s in love with him. What’s it to you anyway?” She shot back, finally gaining the courage to look at him, her anger immediately leaving her as she met his gaze. A storm of jealousy swarmed in his eyes, and she had to fight back a smirk. “Aren’t you supposed to be off snogging Pansy somewhere? She hasn’t shut up since you asked her to be her date.” She tilted her head up at him, as his eyebrow twitched.

“Please, I think I’d rather spend a day in a muggle city then snog her. Asking her was simply a formality, besides, I had someone else in mind.” His gaze shifted to gaze out the window, Y/n following his gaze to the courtyard. Snape was currently snaking his way around trying to find students trying to snog, it made her snort in amusement.

“Oh? They must be pretty special if they caught your picky eye.” She nudged him teasingly, trying to ignore the feeling in her chest.

“Ya… She is.” He mumbled with a softness she was shocked to hear. Turning her gaze to him, she was met with his gaze already on her. Her cheeks warmed once more, she could only hope he couldn’t notice.

“Oh? Well now I’m intrigued, what’s she like?” She pressed, poking his chest, turning toward him, ignoring the light shiver she gave as the wind started to softly pick up. Before she could protest, a black blazer was dropped on her shoulders, setting her senses on fire. His scent immediately overwhelmed her, his expensive cologne, fresh mint, and a hint of apple. She felt her brain struggling to catch up as he leaned closer to her.

“Well, she’s stubborn, feisty, and can be a little mean if she hasn’t eaten or slept enough. She’s a little dorky, and you can always find her with her nose in a book. She also has a heart like no other…” He trailed on, looking down at her, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Enough about me though, why are you out here alone?” He tilted his head, jabbing a finger at her. She gulped, was it her imagination, or did he just explain her?

“Well.. I- Uh..” She struggled to find the words, glancing down at his lips, before trying to find something more interesting. “I just wasn’t f-feeling it anymore..” She stuttered, looking at her hands, wringing them nervously. Snuggling into the warmth of his blazer, willing it to calm her blaring heart. She looked back up at him, his gaze going from her lips back to her eyes, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Mhm..” He murmured, before he leaned down, catching her lips in a searing kiss. It felt like she was floating as she clutched onto his dress shirt, putting in as much passion as he was. Pent up feelings finally getting released as the two embraced the connection they had. That night changed their relationship forevermore.

“Draco, w-what is this?” Y/n shakily asked, looking down at Draco's forearm. This was their 6th year, they had just gotten back from summer break. Her and Draco were lounging in his prefect dorm, before a flash of black under his sleeve caught her attention. He yanked his arm back in alarm, getting up to create distance in between them. It was as if he thought the site would murder her at one glance.

“You… You weren’t supposed to s-see that.” He whimpered, clutching the arm to his chest. His whole demeanor changed, she could sense it. Draco suddenly became a scared little boy again, from the stories he told her about how he was brought up with his father.

“Draco.. Is that?” She asked once more, keeping her tone even so as to not upset him. She stood up, keeping her hands up, glazing from his arm to his face. His fear stricken eyes met hers, another whimper leaving him as he nodded, falling to his knees. She was quick to catch him, holding the sobbing man to her chest.

“I-I’m sorry.. I had too.. I didn’t want him to h-hurt you if I-…” He sobbed, clutching onto her. She rocked him, shushing him as she held him.

“It’s alright.. I’m here, we’re okay. We’ll get through this. I promise, I will be by your side.” She kissed his forehead, he looked up at her.

“I won’t let you go, I won’t let t-them hurt you. I love you.” He whispered, giving her a small peck on her lips, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“I love you, Always.” She promised, continuing to comfort him through the night. Nothing could sway the connection between. Dark lord or not, she would be with him through it all.

The grip on her hand tightened as she was brought back to reality. Her eyes focused on the Dark Lord holding his hand out for Draco, his mother calling for him behind the serpentine man.

“Draco.. Come.” She commanded in a soft voice. Y/n knew all the woman wanted was to protect her son, but she wouldn’t allow him to do this. She clutched his arm to her chest, keeping him from going to the other side.

“Y/n, y-you have to let me go darling, I’ll be fine.” Draco whispered, trying to keep himself from breaking down as he tried to pry his arm from her. She refused, making Draco huff, his eyes pleading with her as Voldemort called for him once more, his mother frantically asking him to come once more. She felt all eyes on her, but she didn’t care. They were a team, she refused to let him put his family before himself like he has for years.

“No.” She looked up at him, unwavering determination in her eyes.

“Love, please.” He pleaded once more, looking back to his mother, and the dark lord, whose patience was running thin.

“Draco, we made a promise, remember? In 6th year? I’m not letting you go. You should know by now, how stubborn I am. We’re together, always.” She whispered to him, a strong smile reaching her face as he paused, recalling the memory. She was being strong for him, he could see the fear in her eyes, yet a strong smile was placed on her face.

“Draco, Now.” Voldemort hissed, but Draco shook his head, receiving a few relieved smiles from people in the crowd. Instead Draco kept his arm linked with the Potter girl beside him, they would stay together, even if it meant going against the strongest dark wizard ever known. He could see the absolute fear and disgust on his parents' faces but he didn't care.

He would choose her, Always.

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-> author's note: hello my lovelies, I am alive! I am so sorry if this sucks, it is 2am right now and I'm in draco brain rot and this has been on my mind for months... let me know what you think! and if you want more :) -> Harry Potter Tag list: None yet, comment to be added!!

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tempportal · 15 days ago

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@dvarapala l continued from x

Five has barely even stepped through the door, and he's already completely and totally overwhelmed. He prepared himself pretty thoroughly, or so he'd thought, for a great number of unpleasant receptions when he finally accepted one of Gaira's incessant invitations last week — it could very well be an ambush after all, his sworn nemesis and a couple of her fellow superheroes lying in wait for him, ready to attack the instant he came inside, but that sort of underhanded trickery simply doesn't correspond with Gaira's usual behavior, so he'd dismissed the theory almost as quickly as he'd postulated it, and moved onto likelier hypotheses.

Perhaps she had just wanted to see if he would actually fall for it, see if he would actually allow himself to believe the tentative bit of... trust friendship whatever they'd established during their alliance against the Puppet Master would still hold up now that they no longer shared a common enemy. Perhaps she had just wanted to exact a bit of vengeance now that he was finally willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she would laugh in his face when she saw him on her front porch, because god, Five, who would ever willingly spend time with you? did you seriously think we were actually friends, or something? believe me, I'm not that desperate! and then she'd slam the door on him, go back to her quiet, villain-free night with her mother, and forget all about him.

Or perhaps she gave him the wrong address. Perhaps she just wanted to ensure he understands that the nebulous, nameless Whatever they established during their alliance was a product of forced proximity, and it would never survive concrete reality. Or perhaps she was being genuine when she invited him, but she's changed her mind since the last time he saw her, and she'll send him away with one of her sheepish, apologetic smiles.

Any of those outcomes would be perfectly fine, of course. Five isn't particularly fussed about them. He does not desire Gaira's acceptance in any form or fashion. He does not desire anyone's acceptance in any form or fashion. He's above such trivial things.

Still, he has a very specific procedure in mind for each and every one of her potential reactions, so it's... surprising and unexpected and a little bit terrifying when he doesn't have to use them.

Because Gaira (or, Udyati, technically, since she's not in costume right now, but using her civilian name is a very slippery slope to being friendly, and he is above such trivial things, remember, so he refuses to do anything that could ever possibly be construed in that manner) positively beams at him the moment she lays eyes on him, her whole face lighting up like a Christmas tree, and immediately unleashes a barrage of information that he can't even begin to keep up with. There's something about vegetarians in there, for sure, and also something about Diwali (which he knows is a Hindu holiday, but that's about where his knowledge taps out) and then she tosses out a bunch of names he only sort of vaguely recognizes, and he's trying to match them to the faces of all those annoying little friends of hers, and then she's telling him to leave his shoes in the hallway. Five's skin prickles at the very thought, itching with discomfort — the convenient thing about teleportation is that he can just leave a situation whenever he feels like it, but the inconvenient thing about teleportation is that he has to keep all his essentials on his person at all times for a quick escape and, personally, he would very much consider his shoes to be one of those essentials. How is he supposed to get out when this whole thing inevitably turns sour if he doesn't have his shoes?

This was a mistake, Five realizes, blind panic and burning shame twisting up around each other like twin serpents in his stomach. This was a terrible, horrible, foolish mistake, one that he should have known better than to make — one that he did know better than to make, if he's being perfectly honest with himself. This was an absolutely imbecilic mistake, and he needs to go back to the lair right now, while the evening is still semi-salvageable.

But.

He doesn't.

Five pulls in a deep breath, leaves his shoes in the hallway, and follows Gaira deeper into the house.

Now that he's finally taking a proper look around (mostly to try and distract himself, so he doesn't go completely off his chump and blink away before he even reaches the kitchen) he's struck by what a nice house his nemesis lives in. his lair is something of a palace in comparison to the boys' home, but this is something else entirely. it's wonderfully warm, especially in contrast to the cold autumn wind blowing outside, with electric lamps throwing golden pools of light everywhere. The floorboards remain steady under his feet, and the windowpanes are intact. He wonders idly if this roof leaks something awful when it rains, or if the inside gets as dreadfully cold as the outside in the winter, like his lair.

But, to tell the truth, the luxury isn't what really catches his eye, as fantastic and unbelievable as it is. It's the touches of life all around the place — the throw pillows and afghans on the sofa, the decorations on the walls, the framed photographs on every available surface, pictures of a much younger Gaira grinning at him from all possible angles.

And then he's in the kitchen, caught in the eye of another storm of color and light and noise, and his breath trapped somewhere in the back of his throat as he tries to figure out what he's meant to do in this moment, and how Gaira's mother could possibly smile at the boy who's left her daughter with more bruises than he can even count.

(Gaira did the same thing, he realizes, when she opened the door and saw him on her porch. No one has ever looked at him like that. No one has ever been happy to see him.

This can't be real.)

"...Okay?" Five says, finally, when his sticky-slow brain eventually registers her offer of chai, like he has any clue what chai is. It's not like he'll turn his nose up at it, whatever they serve him — any food is good food, after all. You take what you can get and you count yourself lucky every night you don't go to bed hungry. He winces at the sound of his own voice in his ears, so small and pathetic in a way Number Five never is, and quickly tries to get back some modicum of control. He needs to do something, he needs to distract himself from the absolute clusterfuck going on in his head right now. "I-I can... help? With the table?" Is that allowed?

#TESSA IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SORRY GOD BLESS YOU IF YOU EVEN READ ALL OF THIS 😭😭😭#also despite the fact that this is so mind-numbingly long i dont really like it. but i WILL keep nitpicking it if i dont post it #so out into the world it goes #dvarapala #v: oh sinnerman

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themurphyzone · 1 year ago

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Pinky Unleashed Ch 12

AN: It’s been a while since I updated. I'm sorry for leaving you with a cliffhanger...

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Ch 12: Animal I Have Become

Pinky’s vision was blood-red, all his senses on high alert as an army of giant stone statues surrounded them. Their eyes blazed with cold fury, an ancient, dangerous energy thrumming through the cores of their beings.

Their heavy steps echoed through the narrow chamber, and Pinky bared his fangs, a threatening growl building in his throat.

Hushed, frantic voices whispered in his ears, their fear-scent wafting through the air. Pinky’s fur bristled, a dark power coursing through his body as he stared down their enemies. The more fear-scent he inhaled, the stronger he became.

Please stop, a voice pleaded from somewhere deep within. You’re scaring them.

But it was weak and faint. Pinky ignored it.

The fear-scent made him strong enough to protect the ones who could barely protect themselves, and himself as well. Harsh as it was, he needed that fear so he could get them all out alive.

That was all that mattered.

At least tell them everything’s going to be okay…

Not until the danger passed.

The statues creaked ominously, dirt and rocks cascading from their forms with every movement.

They drew closer as they waited for the opportunity to strike.

Pinky splayed his claws, primal instincts drowning out any protests that weak little mouse within him had. He would destroy every single stone creature that dared to stand in his way.

Can’t we all hug it out?

And Pinky let out a loud, vicious snarl, violently shaking his head to rid himself of that annoying pest who really believed holding hands and singing Kumbaya to creatures that were trying to murder them would work like a charm.

Why would anyone want to ‘hug it out’ with a monster who destroyed the world? he screamed, and the mouse cowered, trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind.

Then two voices screamed as they tumbled to the ground, unable to cling to Pinky’s fur any longer.

Pinky heard a thud, followed by pained groans and a cut-off gasp. Two pairs of eyes gazed up at his fangs, round and wide with terror. Brain’s ears drooped against his back. His mouth moved, but Pinky couldn’t hear his voice. And he needed to hear Brain’s voice. Why couldn’t he hear him?

Guilt clawed at Pinky’s chest as he stepped back with a whimper, the redness of his vision fading into dark shadows. Instead of protecting Brain and Chip, he was terrifying them.

This wasn’t what he wanted.

Maybe they need to be protected…from me.

The statues lunged forward.

The red haze returned, their attackers’ bodies covered in crimson hues. The nearest statue unsheathed a long, stone pole and slashed downwards, but Pinky caught the weapon in his teeth, snarling as he pushed himself onto his hind legs while the statue tried to bring him to his knees.

Pinky’s powerful jaws shattered the stone weapon, and there was a frightened shriek from somewhere below him. With a single slash of his paw, the statue crumbled to pieces.

But as he stood over the dust and rubble, pain exploded in his side. He yelped and fell to the ground, another statue standing over him with its foot raised in the air. A second kick sent him sprawling onto his back.

He whined, agony crawling through his body. He had to keep fighting until they were gone, he was the only one who could do something about those awful statues, he couldn’t let Brain and Chip down…

But when he tried to stand and fight back, his paws were too heavy to move, and he couldn’t free himself no matter how much he thrashed. Heavy, jagged rocks trapped them against the ground. He lashed his tail as another statue loomed behind him. The statue slammed into the wall, shattering into pieces.

A rocky arch sprung out around his waist and trapped his body. He howled as he tried to free himself, but a giant hand clamped around his head and slammed him against the ground. Something rough and coarse trapped his tail, and he couldn’t move it at all.

Dark spots flickered in and out of his vision, which returned to normal once again. The hand jerked his head to one side, keeping him pinned in place.

Pinky whined, his head hurting from the rough treatment. This was nothing like the fun bops Brain always gave him.

“Pinky? Answer me, Pinky! If you don’t…I-I’ll, well, I’ll hurt you after your injuries heal!”

“I’m sorry, Pinky! I meant to split the last chocolate bar with you, but I ate it in the scary maze cause I was scared and I needed something to do!”

Brain's hands and feet were bound by a thick layer of rocks, and though he struggled to free himself, he was forced to give up. Struggling only caused exhaustion. Though Brain was trying to keep his usual pondering expression on, he couldn't hide his large, drooping ears and his anxious fidgeting.

"I'll get us out of here," Brain said, his voice as tiny as he was. "I have a plan. I'll always have the plan."

But his tone wasn't confident and assured. Pinky wondered if Brain was trying to convince his friends or himself more.

When they were both mice, Brain always acted a hundred times bigger than he was. He was bold and clever and creative, and Pinky loved all those qualities about him. But now that Pinky towered over him, the only thing he could see was a tiny, fragile mouse who was in over his chubby head.

Breaking the entire world apart…it was a situation not even someone as smart as the Brain could've prepared for.

"Ah! Itchy! Why do these rocks itch so much?" Chip complained, wriggling on the ground in an attempt to scratch himself since his limbs were covered with rocks. "I'm never gonna get this grit outta my tail!"

His small wings had a layer of gravel coating them to prevent flight.

Despite the dire situation, Pinky's laughter came out in short, rapid puffs through his nose.

Chip was always good at making him laugh when he needed a pick-me-up.

Then Chip plopped onto his back and blinked at Pinky. "Glad you're not all growly and scary anymore, Pinky," he said. "We really thought we lost you back there!"

…lost me? I don't remember getting lost. Brain would scold me for sure if I…why can't I remember anything that happened?

"Clearly you've lost your sense of tact somewhere back there, Chip!" Brain scolded.

Chip blinked down at the orb on his chest, which pulsed with a pretty green light. "No I didn't," Chip said, gesturing to the orb, which wasn't easy with the rocks attached to him. "I've got it right here. See?"

The orb started to shine a blinding green, and everybody winced, covering their eyes from the sudden burst of light. After traveling for a long time in total darkness, their eyes hadn’t gotten a chance to get used to light yet.

“Turn it off!” Brain hissed, shielding his face with his rock-covered hands.

Pinky whined in displeasure. Since he was the most restrained between the three, all he could do was shut his eyes, and the brilliant light was still dizzying.

“Sorry!” Chip frantically apologized as he flopped onto his belly in an attempt to douse the light. “I don’t have any control over it!”

The pressure against Pinky’s head vanished. His ears flicked at the sound of retreating footsteps, which stopped abruptly.

The ground rumbled, and its violent shakes roared in Pinky’s ears. Dust and pebbles tumbled from the ceiling, showering them in dirt.

Brain let out a hacking cough. “We have to escape before the ceiling collapses on us!”

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t free themselves, nor could they help anyone else break free.

The blinding green light dimmed, and Pinky slowly opened his eyes. He blinked at the four remaining statues, whose eyes had turned from blazing crimson to a verdant green. Pinky tensed, ready to spring in case they attacked Brain or Chip, but they never moved from their line.

The light flowed from Chip’s orb, spreading around them until it formed a glowing green circle on top of the ground.

Then an enormous hole appeared in the ceiling, and though there was some sort of light at the end of the long tunnel, it was impossible to tell if it was sunlight or something else entirely.

With one final rumble, the earth within the glowing circle separated from the ground and slowly rose into the air.

Everyone braced themselves against the rising earth, though it remained steady and nobody was in danger of sliding off.

Pinky tried to think of it as a fun elevator ride, one where the glass was so clean that he could see the entire city. Except the glass was dirt, there was no city, and they were heading to some unknown place with more dusty darkness instead of a fancy penthouse with a waterbed and room service.

Oh, a waterbed sounded lovely right now. So squishy and bouncy and wet! Has Chip ever slept on a waterbed? Maybe they could sneak into a fancy hotel with one after they saved the world!

"Pinky. Chip," Brain said. His voice was quiet compared to the rumbles of the earth. He glanced up at the end of the tunnel, his fur prickling with apprehension. "Be prepared for confrontation. We've made it through the labyrinth. Now the Guardian of Earth wants to personally welcome us into his abode."

Pinky yipped. If the Guardian wanted to welcome them, couldn't he have just put together a gift basket with cheese, candy, fruit, and fancy scented soaps? What sort of host made his guests go through an entire labyrinth with stuff that wanted to kill them?

"A gift basket would've been far more ideal," Brain agreed.

Even though Brain was playing along just to soothe Pinky's nerves, he appreciated the attempt all the same.

Chip's attention was focused on his orb. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, made silly faces, and banged his rock-covered hands against it, though nothing happened.

He groaned and flopped onto his back. "I don't understand this thing at all!" he sighed.

"Best to gain an understanding soon," Brain said. The opening was inches away, a high domed roof arching far above them. "We may need it."

With one last rumble, the stone circle stopped moving. The green glow faded. It was impossible to tell that there was a tunnel underneath them. The circle had joined with soil around it, leaving no trace behind.

"Welcome to the Colosseum," a low, dangerous voice greeted them. Pinky suppressed a growl, trying to move closer to Brain and Chip even though the rocks bound him in place. All his senses screamed at him to guard his friends with his life, but how was he supposed to do that when he couldn't get near them?

Pinky’s thick fur puffed out at the eerie silence surrounding them, even though it felt like they were being watched by thousands of unblinking, unfeeling eyes. He blinked and looked around, realizing that they were no longer in total darkness.

They were in some kind of stadium, but the terrain was rough, rocky, and empty. There was no spongy grass, no sports balls to push around, or enormous TVs anywhere. Several tunnels were built into the stone walls. Some were completely open, while others had thick bars crisscrossing their entrances. Pinky thought he saw one of the bars rattle, a set of claws trying to pry them apart, but he wasn’t sure.

Above them, dozens of stands stretched as high as Pinky could see. The seats were stone benches, which didn’t look comfortable to sit on. But that probably didn’t matter much to the stone statues that made up the audience. They stood in silence, their blazing eyes glaring down at Pinky, Brain, and Chip.

They weren’t alive.

Then the ground trembled as an enormous bull with sharp, curved horns trotted out from one of the tunnels. His stocky, muscled body was solid brown, his hooves a polished black. His legs were adorned with bronze, plated gauntlets, while a yoke hung around his neck.

In the center of his broad chest, a glowing brown gemstone laid. Its light was strong and harsh, a powerful display of strength.

Is that the gem we need? Pinky wondered. Maybe…he’ll give it to us if we ask nicely?

But the bull’s crimson eyes glowered at them ferociously, the golden bands circling his horns glinting in the torchlight. An enormous bronze ring hung from his flared nostrils.

The bull’s whip-like tail lashed furiously behind him. The ground quaked with every thundering step he took.

“You must be Teros,” Brain said. Even though he tried to keep his voice even, there was a slight tremor in his words. He couldn’t completely hide his fear.

"Servants of Dark Gaia!" Teros' guttural voice boomed, ignoring all formal introductions. "You may have navigated my labyrinth, but you shall go no further. Your kind are forbidden from entering the inner sanctum!"

He cast a murderous glare at Pinky in particular.

Pinky growled pensively at the intonation of 'your kind'. He didn't ask to be possessed by a giant world-destroying monster. And it was intolerant and rude.

"For the last time, you bullheaded buffoon, we aren't servants of Dark Gaia!" Brain snapped. "We're on a mission to restore the world! So stop trying to bury us alive and listen for once!"

The ground cracked dangerously under Teros' hooves, steam rushing out of his flared nostrils.

Chip paled. "Guys, maybe we really, really shouldn't make the super powerful Guardian angry!"

There was nothing any of them could say that would calm Teros down. He scuffed at the ground with a front hoof, ready to charge them all down within seconds.

Brain and Chip winced and tried to back away, but the rocks on their hands and feet bound them to the ground. They couldn't defend themselves, much less escape.

"Your actions have brought about the world's destruction!" Teros bellowed. "But I have dedicated my entire existence to protecting the soil on which countless generations have tread. It is my sacred duty as Guardian of Earth to remove anyone who disrupts that delicate balance!"

STOP! Pinky screamed. It came out as a loud, threatening snarl instead. Why couldn't he talk and make himself heard?

He couldn't let Brain and Chip die here! Brain was smart, he would figure out how to piece the world together. And Chip could fly Brain out of danger and heal him if he got injured.

That left Pinky. If he could just distract Teros long enough for Brain and Chip to escape, then they could make everything right again!

He'd drawn Teros' attention. The bull glared down at him.

Good.

Pinky bared his fangs and growled, making sure to look Teros straight in the eye as he lifted his head. He raked the soil with his claws, leaving several long, deep scratches behind.

Chip frowned. "Brain, do you mind translating-"

But Brain's pink eyes were round and wide, and he thrashed in his rocky confines, though he couldn't get any closer to Pinky no matter how hard he tried.

"Pinky, what in Socrates' name do you think you're doing?" Brain screamed. The harsh scent of fear exploded from him. "You better not be pondering what I think you're pondering!"

Pinky whined. He'd guessed Brain would try to stop him, but he needed to do this. He didn’t want to fight Teros, he just needed to distract him enough for Brain and Chip to escape.

And if I get all snarly and mean again…

Pinky shoved that thought away. Brain and Chip would escape long before that happened.

He hoped.

Brain’s ears fell, swinging loosely on either side of his head while barely contained tears formed in his rose-pink eyes.

“I knew you were a fool, Pinky, but I didn’t think you’d be foolish enough to fight him!” Brain shouted, and Pinky’s heart broke at the desperation in Brain’s voice. “I’ll figure out how we can escape, just give me time to come up with a plan!”

I’m sorry, Pinky wanted to say, though it only came out as a high-pitched whimper.

Brain was just looking out for him. Pinky didn’t want to fight either. But it was the only way.

If only Brain would support him on this.

“Pinky, you can’t,” Chip whispered, shaking his head frantically. “What if you get hurt? Or you go dark and scary again?”

Pinky didn’t want to scare his friends again. But he really didn’t have a choice.

He wrenched his gaze from his companions, bracing himself as he faced Teros, who returned Pinky’s stare with narrowed eyes.

“I accept your challenge,” the bull rumbled. “But night will not win today, servant of Dark Gaia."

Pinky really wished he'd stop calling him that.

Teros took his position on the opposite side of the arena. He stomped his hoof, and the rocky cuffs around Pinky broke into pebbles and dust. Pinky pulled himself free, waving his tail to get rid of the gritty sensation on his skin.

Hesitantly, he stood on his hind legs. His balance was awkward, still unused to the heaviness of his arms.

Teros didn't move yet. His tail flicked impatiently.

He was waiting.

Pinky turned to his friends one more time, softly growling to try and assure them before the battle started. They were still shackled to the ground, but Pinky knew Brain would figure out a way to escape.

Chip's voice was so quiet that even with Pinky's sharp hearing, he had to strain to hear his voice.

"If you have to…just be careful, okay?" Chip whispered. "But I'll heal you after. Promise."

Pinky nodded. It took a bit of time, but he was relieved that Chip came around.

I don't know if you'll have the chance to heal me, but I'll do my best.

But when Pinky turned to Brain, he bowed his head, barely able to look at him. Tears mixed with the dust on Brain’s face, and he wouldn’t speak.

Wasn’t there anything he wanted to say? Anything at all?

Pinky knelt in front of Brain, taking a deep breath as he carefully touched Brain’s face with the side of one finger, keeping his claw curled in so he didn’t scratch him. Pinky’s fingers were longer than Brain’s entire body.

He thought he heard a strange huff come from Teros, but maybe he was just imagining things. He was probably just impatient.

The only noise that came from Brain was a stifled gasp, before Pinky felt a tiny prick in his finger.

Brain’s teeth clamped around Pinky’s skin, and he refused to let go. Brain’s tiny teeth couldn’t break through the rough, gray folds. Though it didn’t physically hurt, Pinky’s heart ached. He was almost persuaded to not go through with fighting Teros.

Separation was always painful, but this was the only way Brain and Chip stood a chance of escaping.

Sorry, Brain. I’ll try to meet up with you later if I can, Pinky promised silently.

Brain clung harder to Pinky’s finger, but Pinky easily slipped it out of Brain’s mouth. It didn’t take much power, and Pinky was careful to not tug too hard or too quickly.

Brain tried to leap forward to follow Pinky as he gave one last, reassuring smile and moved away. But Brain remained stuck in place.

The arena was silent as Pinky took his place in the center of the field. No wind, no cheering, no music, just the musty scent of earth and a furious bull waiting to charge him down.

How did they know when to start?

Pinky’s ears swiveled, trying to catch the sound of a cannon or somebody shouting for their match to begin.

“Watch out, Pinky!”

Chip’s yowl snapped Pinky’s attention back to the fight, and he only had seconds to throw his arms in front of him for protection before Teros rammed into him at full speed. Pinky gasped for air as Teros headbutted him in the chest, his sharp, curved horns tearing clumps of thick fur from Pinky’s arms and grazing his skin.

The impact caused Pinky to sprawl several feet into the dirt, his limbs and tail in a tangled heap. Whimpering, he tried to stand, but pain shot through his stomach and he fell onto all fours.

He had to push through it! So what if he was in pain? His friends needed time to escape!

Feeling Teros’ vibrations through the earth, Pinky tensed his muscles, then leapt into the air once Teros was close. He landed on Teros’ back, but his claws couldn’t dig into the bull’s rough hide, and a single, violent buck unbalanced him.

Pinky yelped, a harsh kick slamming into his hip. He landed on his back, dazed and winded, and a blurry, dark shape stood triumphantly over him.

“Vermin!” Teros bellowed, his sharp hoof digging into Pinky’s throat. Dark spots danced in Pinky’s vision, chest heaving for air. “Why challenge me when you refuse to fight properly?”

Pinky’s fingers wrapped around Teros’ ankle, trying to pry the hoof off his throat, but Teros only put more of his body weight on Pinky.

Pinky’s vision slowly turned black as he blindly kicked his legs against the bull’s stomach, but his blows weren’t strong enough to dislodge Teros. He gagged at the hot, foul breath in his face.

Did I…give them enough time?

Brain would put the world back together, he was sure. He was always good at jigsaw puzzles. And he had Chip’s powers to help him.

Before Pinky could slip into unconsciousness, he heard a familiar shout.

“Get up, Pinky! You need to fight back!”

Brain?

Pinky craned his neck towards Brain’s voice, blinking the darkness away from his vision. His ivory fur was blurry, but he’d know those pink eyes and jowls anywhere.

“Are you listening to me, Pinky? You can’t let him beat you!” Brain screamed.

Steam erupted from Teros’ flared nostrils as he shot an irritated glare at Brain.

“SILENCE!”

With that bellow, he stomped his hind hoof, a rocky pillar erupting from the ground and hurtling straight towards Brain and Chip. They shouted in terror and struggled to break free, but their cuffs were too strong.

NO!

An overwhelming burst of strength surged through Pinky’s muscles, an explosion of fury flaring through his body. Red haze once again filled his vision, and he sunk his fangs into Teros’ leg, who bellowed from surprise. The metal gauntlet on his leg offered no protection against Pinky’s powerful bite.

He shoved Teros off with a forceful kick, his claws slashing through the rough hide and leaving long scars behind.

Then Pinky jumped to his feet, seizing the pillar before it slammed into Brain and Chip. The stone threatened to grow and expand under his claws, forcing him to dig his feet into the soil.

Someone shouted a warning, and Pinky's ears flicked towards the sound of thundering hooves.

Snarling, he wrenched the pillar from the ground and heaved it over his head, bashing it against Teros' skull before he could swerve out of the way.

The mighty pillar crumbled into dust, burying Teros in rubble.

Once the dust cloud settled, Pinky stalked over to a half-buried Teros, who struggled to free his back legs. Pinky growled, an unfamiliar feeling boiling within him as he wrenched Teros’ head to one side, shoving it against the ground.

He heard a faint plea for him to stop, that the battle was over, that he won already and there was no need to continue, but Pinky ignored it.

The battle wasn’t over until they were safe. He wouldn’t let Teros threaten them anymore!

They’re scared. Please, I don’t want them to be scared of us… a tiny, frightened voice begged.

Shut up! Pinky roared at the cowardly, shivering mouse. You’re the one who caused this mess. I’m only fixing what you broke. Let them be scared then! It doesn’t matter as long as they’re alive!

Pinky’s claws dug into the bull’s neck.

They’re watching you. Just look at them. You’ll see what I mean.

Pinky's heart nearly stopped once he saw the awful state his friends were in.

Chip's mouth moved, and though it might've been Pinky's name, he wasn't sure. His hand was stretched out to Pinky while his pixie wings beat frantically, though he couldn't fly with the rocks pinning him down. His eyes were fearful, his puffy white fur dirty and bedraggled.

And Brain…he'd turned away from the action. He wouldn't even face Pinky.

His eyes were closed, his breathing rapid and ragged. "Pinky…" he whispered, his voice broken and barely audible.

As if Pinky was gone for good, and there was no bringing him back.

Teros coughed, and to Pinky's horror, he realized that the bull was still pinned under his claws and the rubble from the pillar.

Pinky removed his large paw from the bull's neck, color returning to his vision. He blinked, taking in the crumbled pillar lying before him.

Did I...do all this?

Stumbling over his tail, he backed away from the horrific sight.

“Pinky!” Pinky turned to Chip at the sound of his name. “Oh good, you’re not all dark and glowing anymore! I mean, your fur is still dark, but not scary labyrinth dark.”

What does he mean by that? When was I glowing?

Pinky’s gaze shifted to Brain. He could help. Brain always had the answer.

But…Brain’s movements were sluggish and uncertain, not confident and sharp as usual. His eyes were watery, his ears drooping.

“...Pinky? You’re back?” he whispered, a sliver of hope creeping into his voice.

Back? I was here the whole time, Brain. I never left!

Why couldn’t he remember anything that happened in the past few minutes? Brain always told Pinky that a goldfish had better memory than he did, but Pinky thought he would’ve been able to remember a giant pillar falling.

He and Teros battled. Teros had him pinned…and then, nothing.

Was this how Chip felt when he couldn’t remember anything about his life, not even his name?

Pinky took a step toward his companions, but then he looked down at his long, sharp claws. There were tufts of coarse brown fur caught in them.

Horrified, he gouged long marks into the earth to get rid of them.

I…I need to stay away from them. I can hurt them without trying.

It was safer if he kept his distance, while they kept theirs. He wouldn’t try to touch them anymore.

There was a low rumble next to him, and Pinky realized that Teros was beginning to stir. His back legs kicked up dust as he struggled to crawl out from the crumbled pillar.

He didn't remember hitting Teros with the pillar, but he could tell from Brain and Chip's terrified faces that he was the only one who could've picked it up in the first place.

He didn't know if Teros would charge him once he was freed, but Pinky had only challenged him to a fight to distract him, not because he'd truly wanted one.

He wasn't sure why Brain and Chip hadn't taken their chance to escape, unless they'd been too trapped to move.

Cautiously, Pinky cleared the heavier rocks away from Teros' lower half. The bull's piercing red gaze scrutinized Pinky as he brushed the dust away from his flank.

Pinky stepped back, bracing for another brutal assault, but Teros merely tilted his head in curiosity.

"If I'd been in my prime, or using all of my power, you would've been defeated in seconds," Teros rumbled as he stood up. "Still, I haven't had a good spar since the gladiators of ancient Rome. This arena used to host tournaments for the mightiest warriors, you know. Battling me was the highest honor one could receive in those days."

His chest puffed out with pride.

Pinky, Brain, and Chip stared at Teros warily. Nobody knew what to make of his sudden friendliness.

“Right, well, I suppose I should let your friends go then,” Teros coughed, seeming disappointed that nobody asked to be regaled with stories of ancient Rome. He stomped his hoof, and the rocky cuffs on Brain and Chip crumbled into dust. Chip immediately took to the air once the gravel melted off his wings, while Brain slowly tested each of his limbs before standing. “I apologize for putting you all through that test, but I cannot allow everybody to stroll into the inner sanctum as they please. Still, I was unsure what to make of your motley group when you entered my temple.”

Chip curiously circled around Teros’ head, who flicked his tail in a proper greeting. “Okay, I guess everything’s alright then,” he said cheerfully. “I bet you don’t get a lot of visitors. Even Professor Pickle couldn’t get in, and he’s an expert on all this ancient temple stuff! We only got in because of my necklace!”

Brain crossed his arms. While he was close enough to listen to the conversation, he maintained his distance from Teros. “Everything is not alright,” he snapped, glaring at Teros. “You have no right to almost murder us, drive Pinky to madness, and then claim everything was a test afterward. Is that your sick idea of entertainment?”

Pinky picked the last bits of Teros’ fur out of his claws, trying to stifle a whine. He should’ve controlled himself during their battle. He could’ve recklessly crushed his friends with the pillar.

Brain made a small, awkward noise. Realizing that Brain was standing too close for comfort next to him, Pinky quickly stepped away. Though Brain looked like he wanted to say something, he quickly returned to being angry with Teros.

“As your friend said, I don’t have many visitors,” Teros shrugged. “I sealed the temple from the outside world after Rome collapsed to prevent invaders from destroying its history. The only way to enter is to show proof of our Master's trust. Only a select few possessed such a method back in the day, and it only became rarer as the world advanced beyond the need for myths and legends."

Chip leaned closer to Teros, letting him examine the necklace more closely.

“So…you’re saying that your Master trusted me with their necklace?” Chip asked, hesitantly touching the orb on his chest. “I…I just woke up with it, that’s all. I don’t remember meeting any Master.”

The green orb glowed brightly, and the brown gemstone on Teros’ chest responded with its own light. The arena walls trembled at the powerful display.

“It’s an unusual situation,” Teros admitted, shaking his head. “If I tried to understand the Master’s motives, we’d be here for eons. It’s a wonder the Master picked you at all, considering that your actions have allowed Dark Gaia’s living vessel and an accomplice to access the temple. That alone should’ve made you untrustworthy by extension.”

Pinky growled pensively. First Snowball, then Professor Pickle, and now Teros called him a living vessel. Didn’t anybody understand that he didn’t want to be one?

Brain’s fur bristled indignantly. “Pinky isn’t a servant nor a living vessel for Dark Gaia! And neither would I ever serve a harbinger of the apocalypse!” he shouted, to Pinky’s relief “Ever since we entered your temple, you’ve done nothing but hurl baseless accusations at us!”

The ground around Teros’ hooves cracked, deep fissures forming around the edges of the arena. A dozen pillars erupted violently from the ground, the tops crashing against the ceiling and sending a cascade of dust and rocks to the arena below. His red eyes blazed, an intimidating aura surrounding his body.

Please don’t make him mad, Brain…

But it was too late to express that thought. Brain was just too good at making super powerful people, or bulls in Teros’ case, furious at them for some reason.

“BASELESS?” Teros bellowed.

Chip squeaked and dropped to the ground, huddling underneath Pinky alongside a wide-eyed Brain. Pinky crouched over them, worried that Teros would try to kill them again.

"YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD! THAT IS THE EQUIVALENT OF SERVING DARK GAIA!"

His sharp gaze was fixed accusingly at Pinky. Though Pinky tried to stand his ground, he couldn't hide the guilty tremors that ran through his body.

Then the bright aura dimmed, though it didn't completely disappear.

"That said…you're a rather unusual vessel," Teros rumbled, his mood shifting rapidly yet again. Pinky wished he'd pick between being somewhat friendlier or angry. "Most who seek Dark Gaia's power are far more willing to spread malice and strife. They would never try to protect their companions or dig their opponents out from collapsed pillars. To be truthful, I could've pulled myself out anytime. But I wanted to see what you would do."

That didn’t make Pinky feel any better.

"So he passed your little test then?" Brain demanded, his tone icy, taking a great deal of effort to not unleash a tirade that could possibly set Teros off again.

“He did,” Teros confirmed. “And for that, you may all pass into the inner sanctum.”

A gate opened behind Teros, a strange light on the other end of the tunnel.

“Does that mean we can restore the continent now?” Chip asked.

Teros nodded. “Indeed. When you combine the power of the Earth Gem with our Master’s necklace, the Temple will shift the entire European continent into its rightful position. Which brings us to my final request.”

“What do you want out of us this time?” Brain snapped, still irritable about nearly dying multiple times thanks to Teros’ testing methods.

Pinky whined, begging him to not rile up Teros when he was finally allowing them to move forward.

Brain crossed his arms stubbornly, though his ears flattened for just a second as he rethought his question.

“Fine. Just this once,” he grumbled as he turned back to Teros. “State your request then.”

Teros’ fiery gaze turned to wistfulness, like he was remembering something from a time long past.

“After you restore the continent, take my gem with you to the surface world,” Teros said, his aura shining brightly once again. “It will guide you to the next Gaia Temple, the Guardian…and my friend. I have guarded the Earth Temple for millennia in solitude. The Guardians, my companions… we spread to all corners of the world to ensure its protection after Dark Gaia’s last awakening. We each focused on our domain, but we have not seen each other since.”

Chip made a sympathetic noise. “That sounds…lonely.”

Teros nodded.

Pinky remembered the story of the evil king who’d tried to awaken Dark Gaia, only for his kingdom to be destroyed by darkness. While he wasn’t as good with history as Brain, Pinky could tell that Teros had been separated from his friends for a very, very long time.

He tried to imagine being separated from Brain for thousands upon thousands of years…but his heart broke from that thought.

Even Brain, who prided himself on using fact and not emotion to guide him, struggled to not show any reaction to Teros’ past.

“You are granted safe passage to the surface world with my gem in your possession. It’s time for me to rest and wait for the other Guardians to gather. I shall lie dormant within my gem until our Master calls on our power to battle Dark Gaia once again. Until then, farewell.”

Everyone turned away as the aura around Teros became too blinding to look at, only daring to peek when it finally disappeared.

Teros was gone, leaving only a round brown gemstone behind.

Only Chip was brave enough to crawl out from Pinky's body. Slowly, he approached the gem and poked it with the tip of his finger, leaping into the air when it shifted in the sand.

But the gem didn't do anything except lay there.

Unsure of where to go from here, Pinky and Chip waited for direction from Brain, who carefully picked up the gemstone and examined it. But it seemed to be a completely normal gem, and there was no trace of a powerful, earth-controlling bull within.

“If we didn’t need his abilities, I would gladly leave him buried in the sand and permanently sealed in the temple,” Brain declared, quickly passing the gem to Chip and rubbing his hands against his sides like he’d touched something disgusting. “I don’t trust anything that behemoth says, but we have no alternative leads. Come, both of you. Let’s hurry to the inner sanctum. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to.”

Chip entered the tunnel to the inner sanctum first, ignoring Brain’s shout that they still needed to stick together. But there didn’t seem to be any more dangers to face within the temple.

“When I get through with that flying imp, he’ll be-” But Pinky never found out exactly what Brain would do with Chip once he got his hands on him, because Brain stopped before he could vanish completely into the darkness of the tunnel. “Pinky, are you coming or-”

His voice trailed off as he glanced over his shoulder. The harsh glare he’d reserved for Teros melted into a concerned expression.

Not wanting to be left behind, Pinky tried to take a step forward, but pain shot through his shoulders. Teros had grazed him with sharp horns, stomped on him with hooves, and headbutted him more times than he could count during their fight. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to alert Brain that the pain was worse than it seemed. He’d be okay. He’d dealt with plenty of injuries before. He’d be fine.

It was probably better if he avoided walking on all fours, though his heavy arms threw off his balance and weighed him down when he tried to walk normally.

But he was also much slower and clumsier, and he was sure Brain noticed even if he tried to hide it.

“You don’t appear to be bleeding,” Brain said quietly.

That was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Pinky clung to the tunnel wall for balance. Just because he wasn’t bleeding didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain.

“Once we catch up to him, Chip can heal any other injuries you incurred during your battle,” Brain said.

Pinky looked away, unsure if he wanted Chip to heal him or if he just wanted to walk it off. Would that mean Chip had to touch him for his healing powers to work?

Though Brain walked ahead of Pinky, he stopped every few feet to press his ear against the wall or throw a pebble into the darkness.

“Checking for hidden traps,” Brain said, though his eyes were on Pinky every time he stopped. “You never know if there’s a boulder trap or venomous snake pit somewhere.”

Except for the light at the beginning and end of the tunnel, there was nothing really interesting about the passageway to the inner sanctum. Pinky didn’t sense any danger.

“Hey! Guys, hurry up and check this out! It’s even prettier than the crystal cave here!”

When Pinky and Brain finally reached the inner sanctum, they had to pause at the entrance to take in the sight of polished, pure white stone ahead of them. Unlike the rest of the temple, the inner sanctum was brightly lit with sweet-smelling torches along the walls.

Pinky had gotten so used to the darkness and earthy tones of the previous rooms that the snow white stone and glittering gemstones of all shapes, sizes, and colors hurt his eyes. Strange, golden statues lined the back wall, their eyes staring lifelessly into the distance. But Chip was right. The inner sanctum was much prettier than the crystal cave.

Well, the crystal cave had been pretty too, just not when it was trying to kill them.

“See? I told you this place is amazing!” Chip exclaimed, tumbling through the air in front of a row of green emeralds.

Even Brain, focused as he was on restoring the continent, paused to take in the view.

“That’s understating it,” he said. “We must be the first beings to set foot in here since the ancient Romans.”

Despite all their worries, nobody could deny the excitement and thrill that came with a grand view, along with seeing something that hardly anyone got to see before.

“That’s too bad,” Chip declared. “More people should see this place! Who wouldn’t want to stand in a room like this?”

But Brain shook his head. “We wouldn’t see this place as it would’ve looked during ancient Rome. The inner sanctum would’ve been stripped and ransacked of all beauty by invaders and looters long ago if Teros hadn’t sealed the Temple from the outside world.”

“Oh…” Chip said, dropping several feet from the air from disappointment. “That’s too bad.”

“Modern tourists are hardly any better,” Brain said as he approached an inscription on the wall. “Now that we’ve done our marveling, let’s concentrate on finding an activation point for your orb and the Earth Gem. There’s likely a switch or some sort of conduit somewhere in this room.”

While Brain and Chip moved around the inner sanctum in search for that hidden switch, Pinky tried to stay out of the statues’ view. But their untrusting eyes seemed to follow him wherever he moved, and his fur stood on end.

You shouldn’t be here, they seemed to say.

The inner sanctum was supposed to be sacred. It was supposed to be safe from the clutches of Dark Gaia.

It was supposed to be safe from…him.

Pinky slunk over to a tall altar in the middle of the room, crouching down to hide himself from the statues. A pang of guilt washed over him for not searching for the switch alongside his friends, maybe he could’ve helped Brain search higher than ground level, or share a new discovery with Chip, but those accusing glares made him too frightened to move.

He’d barely made himself comfortable, or as comfortable as could be in a room that was screaming at him for being here, when he heard Chip’s wings flutter above his head.

“Hey, Pinky! Found anything yet?” Chip asked, though his cheerfulness turned to worry as Pinky slowly raised his head. “Pinky? Um, are you okay? Cause I was gonna ask if you could help me crawl into this really tight spot behind a statue so I can check for a switch and pull me out if I get stuck.”

He tucked the Earth Gem under his arm like a football and pointed to a statue of a blindfolded woman holding a set of scales.

The tight spot was too high for Brain to reach.

Though Pinky wanted to help, he had to stay away from Chip. For his own safety.

When Pinky didn’t respond right away, Chip settled on top of the altar, peering down at Pinky in concern.

“Oh…I guess Teros roughed you up back there,” Chip said, oblivious to Pinky’s feelings about being touched. “Here. I’ll patch you up first, and then we can look for that switch!”

Before he could reach for Pinky, the green orb and Earth Gem began to glow brightly, their colors mixing in the air and seeping into the altar beneath Chip’s feet. The glow quickly spread through the room, covering everything in a strange, green and brown shine that extended past the tunnel from where they came in.

Pinky nearly tripped over himself as he stumbled away from the altar.

“What the-” Brain gasped, running over to take in the sight before him. “Chip, what did you do?”

“I don’t know!” Chip wailed, his wings fluttering in panic. “All I did was stand on this altar!”

The ground violently shook, the jewels clattering against the walls. The statues’ eyes glowed a bright green. The green and brown light overtook the pure white stone, forcing Pinky to close his eyes to block it out.

“Earthquake!” Brain shouted. “Take cover!”

He felt Chip and Brain brush against his fur, and it took all of Pinky’s willpower to not violently jerk away. He would be their cover for as long as the earthquake went on, but he realized that they wouldn’t know not to touch him unless he told them.

Everything rumbled for a long, long time, and Pinky tried his best to not imagine the floor collapsing, or worse, getting buried alive by the entire Temple.

Then the shaking finally stopped.

“Is it over?” Chip asked, and Pinky felt every tremor that ran through his body.

Pinky opened his eyes and carefully crept away from Brain and Chip, though neither of them noticed yet. Oddly, his chest didn’t hurt from the force of Teros’ attacks anymore. His fur had also grown back where Teros had ripped it out before.

“Strange,” Brain murmured, as he surveyed the undamaged inner sanctum. “An earthquake that violent should’ve ravaged everything within this room. Unless…”

His gaze snapped to the altar.

“...the altar was the activation point!” he exclaimed, suddenly yanking Chip by the shoulders and shaking him. Chip’s head spun dizzily. There was a rare, almost giddy smile on Brain’s face. “Teros said we had to combine the powers of the orb with the Earth Gem! Which means…we’ve successfully restored our first continent!”

“Really?” Chip gasped. Once his dizziness disappeared, he began to bounce up and down, pumping his fists into the air in victory. “This calls for victory chocolate! Except I kinda ate it already. So we’ll just have to buy victory chocolate when we get back!”

It was good to see them both so happy. Chip had been so worried about his missing memories, while Brain endlessly fretted about putting the world back together so he could finally rule it. They deserved this moment.

Pinky’s tail swept from side to side, his heart feeling lighter than it had before. He couldn’t help but share in their joy too.

“Yes! Saving the world isn’t the impossible task we feared it would be!” Brain declared. And in his excitement, he forgot himself completely, running up to Pinky and hugging the side of his enormous wrist.

And Pinky froze, his tail coming to an abrupt halt.

Brain hadn’t noticed Pinky’s stillness, nor the claws that were about as long as he was. His smile hadn’t disappeared, his face half-buried contentedly in the puffy fur around Pinky’s wrist.

You can’t enjoy this, a voice whispered in his ear, even though Pinky cherished the rare moments when Brain would willingly hug him without his worries getting in the way. You’re only going to hurt him.

Pinky yelped loudly, leaping away like Brain’s tiny hug had harmed him more than Teros’ hooves.

Brain fell to the ground, landing on his stomach with a painful thud. He’d placed all his weight against Pinky out of trust.

“...Pinky?” he said, pink eyes widening in confusion.

He didn’t understand why he needed to stay away. And neither did Chip, who couldn’t make up his mind between getting closer to Pinky or checking on Brain.

Unable to take the silence anymore, Pinky fled down the tunnel they came through, his friends’ worried cries echoing in his ears.

End AN:

...and leaving you with another cliffhanger.

Come on, you know I’m not sorry.

I love being evil to these mice. Role reversal where Pinky rejects touch when Brain is trying to give it to him is a fascinating concept and I will exploit it for all its glory.

It’s kind of hard to write Pinky’s POV when he’s in feral mode. Because it’s not a split personality takeover, although he tries to skew that way for some reason. He’s just scared, that’s all.

And that’s the first continent! Not really the victory you thought it would it be, huh?

Probably be another chapter or two to wrap up the Europe arc, and then its onward to the next continent!

#pinky and the brain #patb fanfiction #pinky unleashed

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shotorozu · 3 years ago

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Hi 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. I saw that your requests were open and I really love your writing. Idk if you’d feel comfort writing this or not, but I’ll give it a shot. Bakugou with a pregnant s/o who is constant doing reckless things (like climbing on top of chairs to take stuff off the top shelf in her closet, or insisting that she’s in perfect shape to do her hero patrols etc) and just over-protective Bakugou. Please if you can. It’s been on my mind for awhile. It would be so cute 😭😭💖

careless & pregnant s/o

character(s) : bakugou katsuki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] pro hero au! fem! reader, reader is also a pro hero, quirk not specific

headcanon type : a lil angsty, fluffy at the end though (x reader)

note(s) : made y/n stubborn, and lowkey annoying because yeah,, not used to making y/n like this, it kinda annoyed me too at this point since i NEVER write y/n like this. but i gave it a shot, and i hope it’s not too overbearing to the point it makes people wanna log off 💀

and i know you were expecting cutesy stuff but sorry,, this is kinda angsty.

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bakugou katsuki

almost passes away on the spot when he sees you climbing on the counter

“what the fuck are you doing— get off the counter, now!” he says as he gently gets you off the counter

you’re strong, a little stubborn. a trait that he has learned to mostly love and sometimes hate, in this case— he hates it.

like what the hell are you doing, going around line a recently freed chimpanzee?? have you forgotten that you’re bearing his child??

he tries— nah, he is soft with you, i swear. especially since a literal human is developing inside of you

literally stares at you like 🤨 when you insist that you’re in a perfect state, and that you’re ‘not fragile’

“i know that,” he states, surprisingly calm “but you literally can’t be doing shit like that. no more carrying and climbing on of cabinets and counters, kay? want the baby’s mama to be in top condition.”

and you agreed, and everything seemed fine

until he gets word that you’ve tried doing hero work while he was gone, and when you were SUPPOSED to be in bed

he’s kinda mad, it’s not even funny.

scenario

you’re stubborn, and he knows that well. if anything, he has grown some resistance to it, and he has even developed some sort of liking towards it

but this is going too far— even for someone like him. he doesn’t know how much he could take it, if you were to continue like this.

when you meet him, he’s silent, and his stare is hard, those classic vermilion eyes aren’t meeting you— and it almost makes you regret doing all of that (which rightfully— you should be regretting it.)

“are you mad?” you dare to ask, and he doesn’t feel like replying. after all— he wants to be patient with you, and he definitely doesn’t want to be saying stuff, only to be regretting them some time later. he might be irritated by your actions, but he definitely doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“are you mad?” he repeats, using finger air quotations, “‘course i am. are you nuts?”

you frown, “i don’t want to be a liability. i know that i’m pregnant and all, but i shouldn’t be slacking off. i’m not like everyone else, y’know?”

“that’s it. that’s the point. you’re not like everyone else” the blond sternly says, the room’s deafening with it’s silence, when the blond says nothing for a few short seconds “you’re pregnant. with my kid, i should remind you. maybe at this point, i should just write it on a piece of paper, and pin it on the fridge or somethin’.”

you’re irritated, but definitely not on the same level of irritation as him— let alone, when he first got word of your little attempt. “i don’t get why you’re mad.”

“you don’t?”

“yeah, honestly.”

“listen,” he huffs, “you’re pregnant. ya hear me? what if you fell down when you climbed on those fuckin’ cabinets? what if you went out during patrol, and someone attacked you? do you even hear yourself?” he could feel the volume of his voice increasing, he can’t really help it

“katsuk—”

“no, you listen,” he stares straight into your eyes, making sure that you remember every single thing he has to say. “i can’t have you getting hurt, and i can’t have you stressing out. it’s not good for the little brat. and i don’t care if you think you’ll be a liability, because you’re not!— okay?” he scolds, theres a strong sense of anger sporting his features, but you can tell that he’s trying his best not to unleash it onto you.

he seems too angry to continue, like he has had enough. because as soon as he finishes talking, he leaves— the sound of mini explosions popping echo throughout the room, and the sound of the door closing has you thinking to yourself, and reflecting about your previous actions.

afterwards, he gets kirishima and mina to monitor you in person— making sure you don’t push yourself, or do anything stupid while he’s out

and they agree with him— saying that you really shouldn’t be doing hero work while pregnant, and being reckless during pregnancy isn’t something anyone wants their pregnant s/o to have as a trait.

“he’s right, y’know,” kirishima sighs, “in a way, it must suck being stuck in the house. if i were you, i would’ve done the same.”

“excluding the hero work part.” mina adds, “i mean, what if you did fall? we can’t have the little one getting hurt, right?”

there’s a pit in your stomach— one that’s not your unborn child, and a sense of guilt engulfs you whole

“so, what should i do?” you want to fix things, and you want to reassure him that he won’t be seeing the careless while pregnant Y/N ever again

“talk to him.”

so you do, sitting (or laying down with him,) after he gets home. he’s calmer, and he doesn’t seem mad anymore— the tense mood still lingering around.

“i’m sorry.” you start, “there’s,, really no excusing it. i’m going to be a mother, i cannot be doing stuff like hero work, and just,, being reckless overall. i know you’re just looking out for me, and our child.”

“so, i’ll listen. i’ll really take things easier from here on out.”

“promise?”

“i promise.” a smile breaks on his face, and a sense of relief courses throughout your body

“good. i was gonna strap you onto the bed, if you weren’t going to listen.”

so you complied, and took it easy. and a few months later— you gave birth to a healthy baby!

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #bnha angst #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagines #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuk x y/n #i hated how this turned out so don’t be surprised if this suddenly got deleted loll

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yougotthat-write · 3 years ago

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Tinder (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: Female reader, fluff, Rollisi shenanigans, cringey and inappropriate pick-up lines, potential PTSD for former/current users of dating apps and all the awkwardness that ensues from it :)

Summary: Amanda and Sonny try to find the perfect match for their uptight (and while he would never admit it - lonely) A.D.A.

Read on AO3 here!

It had started off as a joke, really.

Rafael Barba would never sign up onto a dating app if it wasn’t against his will. When he heard the snickering of Amanda and Sonny when he stopped by the 16th precinct, his feet couldn’t help themselves but bring him over to the two detectives.

Amanda bit her cheek to settle herself as the ADA’s polished shoes made their way over. Sonny’s ears turned pink at the tips, which gave Rafael the tell-tale sign that Sonny and Amanda were up to no good.

Hands in his pockets, Rafael quipped, “What?”

Amanda and Sonny exchanged glances. The silence between the two was not a normal thing but when Rafael asked a second time - more aggressive - Sonny held out a cell phone to the lawyer. Rafael’s brows went up in question but when Sonny motioned him to take it, Rafael grabbed it. Looking down at the device, the screen lit up and a plethora of information singed itself into his brain.

Rafael Barba, 37

Manhattan, NY

Assistant District Attorney

Oh baby, I’ll give you so much due process, standing will be the only issue.

Rafael’s eyes widened at the dumb pick-up line. His thumb swiped through the photos. One was of an appearance on the news - dressed up in a suit on the steps of the courthouse with a furrowed brow and serious look on his face. One was him at Forlini’s - scowling over the rim of his bourbon while sitting at the bar next to a grinning Sonny. He remembered when Amanda took this picture. It was the day he told Sonny he could be his second chair. Another picture showed him actually smiling - dressed in a Tom Ford tuxedo, champagne flute in one hand while the other was resting on the waist of his date for that night. She was an oil company lobbyist that he hooked up with sometimes when she wasn’t in D.C.

“What is this?” Rafael’s eyes hardened as he looked up at the two detectives. Sonny flinched at Rafael’s tone. Amanda simply blinked at Rafael. She wasn’t one to deal with attitude willingly but given how uptight Rafael could be sometimes, she was letting it slide. Rafael’s eyes went back down to the dating profile and he felt an annoyance bubble within him. “What the hell is this?”

“Calm down,” Amanda said as she grabbed the phone back with a roll of her eyes. “It’s just a dating profile.”

“Of me!” Rafael looked at Amanda like she was speaking some foreign, alien language. “Why does it exist?”

Sonny’s face seemed to become more pink. A hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it as his mentor for all intents and purposes became more annoyed. “We just thought it would be fun-”

“You thought it would be fun impersonating a Manhattan A.D.A.!” Rafael’s voice was raised. A few passing officers gave some glances to the group. Amanda waved a dismissive hand to one of them, letting them know that Rafael wasn’t someone to worry about when angry. “You’re lucky I don’t have you arrested.”

Amanda snorted, “We were going to tell you about it when we got you a date.”

“Yeah,” Sonny added, “we just thought you were stressed lately and needed someone to... ya know.”

If looks could kill, Rafael Barba would have murdered two very well-liked and very hard working detectives right then and there in a New York police precinct. He would have to tell Olivia that she would be short staffed for god knows how long.

Rafael’s fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a hard breath before looking back at the detectives. “You think I need your help getting laid?”

Sonny’s mouth gaped like a goldfish, trying to find words but nothing seemed to make itself at home in his pretty little head. He looked over at Amanda with wide eyes, hoping for her to smooth over the situation. Amanda simply shrugged her shoulders, “It’s not that we think you can’t get laid, Counselor,” she paused, eyes almost sympathetic and it made Rafael’s nostrils flare, “you just haven’t had… anyone around… long-term, you know?”

“I’m struggling to find where this is any of your concern,” Rafael pointed a finger at the two of them, “or why you would think I would find it on a dating app.” Rafael’s mind was flooding with things to make the lives of these two detectives a living hell. Maybe if he pulled some strings with Olivia, she’d put them on desk duty for a few weeks. “I want it deleted - get rid of it!”

Amanda held the device out of the prosecutor’s reach, giving him a few nods of understanding but she needed to tell him of one important thing, “But before we do that, you should know that there’s someone who matched with you-” Sonny nodded enthusiastically, “and she messaged you - us? - back.”

“It’s why we were laughing,” Sonny’s smile faltered when met with the fiery gaze of Rafael. He cleared his throat before continuing, “we found the dumb pick-up line on the internet and she shot back with one of her own.”

Rafael’s fire was lessened with the mention of a match. And she happened to message him? Amanda stepped closer to Rafael, finger mindlessly swiping from one screen and to another. There Rafael had seen the actual large amount of messages he was getting. “Seems like more than one match.” He muttered under his breath. And while this whole ordeal wasn’t something he necessarily wanted, the temporary boost of his ego made his shoulders straighten and his tongue dart over his lower lip.

“You’re very popular, Counselor,” Amanda’s brows wagged.

“But we like her the most,” Sonny said, “she seems fun!”

Rafael’s eyes rolled, before they settled on Amanda’s phone.

Are you the Court of Appeals because I’m tryna get overturned.

After he read the message, he couldn’t help the snicker. Back in his Harvard days, Rafael had heard just about every dumb pick-up line you could think of that was in the realm of lawyers. He may have even used a few of them but could you blame the guy. Rafael watched Amanda switch over to your profile.

Rafael swallowed. And then he grabbed the phone out of Amanda's hands. She let out a protest but Rafael had taken a few steps away and studied your profile like it was a law book and he had a final the next day.

It stated your name and your age. Then the same location as Rafael - Manhattan, NY. Your job was stated simply as a lawyer. Huh. That certainly piqued Rafael’s interest. In your bio, you had:

What better alibi could you have than spending the night with me?

He swiped through your photos. One was of you at the Central Park Zoo, scowling at a monkey who was seemingly doing the same thing back at you. Another was of you at a bar or a club - one arm thrown over the shoulder of another woman and a fruity drink held in your free hand. Your attention was focused on your drink rather than your friend or the person taking the picture. The last photo was of you at a brunch of some kind. You held up a mimosa with a wide smile and a large sun hat atop your head.

“Did you say anything back?” Rafael asked. Amanda shook her head with a smirk. You were certainly attractive and if you had taken the time to message Rafael on the cursed app then you must have thought that he was attractive too. He went back to the message you sent and swallowed again. “W-what should I say?”

Amanda’s smirk didn’t falter as she stepped over to Rafael, plucking the phone out of his frozen hands. Rafael heard the speedy tapping of the blonde woman’s fingers, tapping out a message quickly. Sonny stepped over, peeking down over Amanda’s shoulder. Rafael watched Sonny’s face as it went from curiosity to what Amanda was writing and to a lopsided smile, essentially giving his approval of the message.

Rafael didn’t like the idea of Sonny approving anything of his - especially if it came to how he got a date but he patiently waited until a swoosh noise came from the phone. Rafael stepped over to see what she had written but Amanda’s fingers were quick with logging out of the app and swiftly deleting it off her phone.

“Hey-” Rafael couldn’t stop the protest from his lips, brows furrowed. Amanda ignored him, grabbing a sticky note and a pen. She scrawled the login information for the account and slapped it onto his chest.

“I don’t want it on my phone if that conversation starts to get dirty,” Amanda said. Sonny chuckled.

“I think it started out pretty fiery.”

Rafael held the sticky note in his fingers. He could feel his phone in his suit pocket. It felt hot and electric against him, even through all the layers of clothes he wore. “Nevertheless, I’m deleting the account,” he looked over the two detectives with a hard gaze, “and you are to never to do this again. Or else I will be put in jail for voluntary manslaughter.” Amanda swiftly ignored Rafael’s threat whereas Sonny seemed to take it more seriously. The lanky man gave a nod before settling himself at his desk.

Rafael stepped away from the detectives’ desks and dug his phone out from his pocket. His fingers twitched and he felt this wave of embarrassment wash over him as he searched the app’s name and watched it download onto his phone. It seemed to take hours for the dumb thing to fully be situated onto his device. He tapped it, used the sticky note information to log in and was greeted with new profiles to swipe across. He ignored them and went to his messages to see what the pesky blonde detective had said. He hoped it wasn’t something too inappropriate. The last thing Rafael needed was headlines of him sexually harassing women over social media.

He hesitated for a second before tapping on the messages with you. He took a deep breath. He felt nervous. Was it because of the potential can of worms that Amanda could have unleashed? Was it because he found you attractive? Was it because the two detectives were right and it had been a while since he’s had anyone around? While Rafael was capable of finding a temporary suitor to share his bed, he couldn’t find anyone to become something more permanent.

His eyes searched the screen, brain trying to quickly decipher the jumble of letters on his screen. “Ay Dios mío,” Rafael muttered under his breath and the grip on his phone tightened. Rafael thought he read the message a dozen times, just over and over again, trying to really see if Amanda truly did send this to you. He tapped various spaces on his phone, trying to see if there was an undo button but to no avail, the message taunted him.

Something something dictum. Sleep with me.

Rafael was caught off guard by Olivia who called his name from her office door. Rafael cleared his throat, slid his phone back into his pocket with one hand and slid the other down his chest, smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt. Rafael finally remembered why he was there at the precinct. He needed to do his job and watch a line-up be conducted. Olivia had sounded very confident over the phone, so he figured he had a simple day.

He had spent the rest of his day watching various victims come forward to pick out their attacker confidently. When the defense lawyer monotonously asked to speak with his client after the lineups were done, Rafael felt his phone buzz. For a brief moment, Rafael had forgotten the dating app debacle. He wondered if it was Carmen, telling him of more paperwork and messages that needed to be signed and answered.

But no, it wasn’t Carmen.

It was a notification from the stupid app.

You have a new message!

Rafael bit down on his bottom lip, finger hovering over the notification. He took a breath and tapped his phone. God, what is wrong with me? Grow some cojones, Barba. Rafael watched the screen load and then plaster your message into his line of vision.

Ah, this definitely is a catfish account because there’s no way an ADA would use a line like that.

Rafael smirked. Took a moment to think and then started to type.

The DA has very low standards these days.

You messaged back quickly.

If they’re hiring based on looks, then I’d say they have very high standards, Counselor.

Rafael’s hand lifted to scratch at his jaw, a smile breaking across his face. His eyes widened at another message from you.

Does the prosecution want to rest at my place later tonight?

The forwardness from you made Rafael’s smile turn into a smirk. If Olivia or Sonny had seen him, they would even consider to call it a cocky smirk.

Would you want to meet for drinks first or just take this back to chambers?

I suppose I could side-bar for some drinks.

Great!

He paused before sending another message.

Let’s just agree to not use any more lawyer puns.

Objection!

After setting up a time to meet up at a swanky bar later that night, Rafael entered the bullpen again but with an air of confidence about him. Amanda noticed the shift in energy within the counselor. The corner of her mouth ticked up, fingers fiddling with a pen as she leaned back in her chair, side-eyeing Rafael. “Line-up went well?”

Rafael picked a piece of nonexistent lint off his suit jacket. “It went great, Rollins.” She hummed quietly, eyes studying every inch of his face with amusement.

“We’re heading to Forlini’s tonight,” Amanda stated, “would you like to come?” At the mention of Forlini’s, Sonny peeked over at the two of them from his laptop.

Rafael gave one curt shake of his head. “I’m afraid I’m busy tonight.” And with that, Rafael had turned and exited the bullpen and towards the elevator. Even though he hated it in theory of what Amanda and Sonny did, Rafael couldn’t deny that he didn’t not like the outcome of it.

#rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fic #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba fluff #rafael barba #raul esparza #raúl esparza #law and order fanfiction #law and order #law and order svu #svu #svu fic #rollisi #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #esparz-uh

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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Title: Tied: The Huntress and The Original

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: A Prophecy spoke of a powerful child would be born from a Noble blood and a warrior that had been to both Heaven and Hell. As an old magic had tied Elijah Mikaelson to another, Y/N Winchester is dealing with both Heaven and Hell coming after her.

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, Elijah already being a simp for his lady, Y/N stabbing things

Tags: @jjrp-obsessed67 - @elijahmikaelson33 - @just-another-writer-17 - @rere-the-writer

Part two

A/N: sorry this took so long ☺ I was trying to think on where I wanted to take this.

Elijah was missing for three days which made his siblings angry and Hayley worried as their only lead was Celeste who was missing also leaving them to tear up the city looking for the oldest Mikaelson.

Elijah felt a annoying tug in his chest again but it was stronger than before and as much as he wanted to go find where the tug would lead. But Elijah had been taken no thanks to Celeste who tricked the Original with a kiss and when he woke. The vampire found hisself chained up and from what he could learn during captivity was that Celeste had handed him over to demons something the Original hadn't ran into in centuries.

"Stupid, son of a bitch!" Elijah perk his head up hearing a voice shout then a scream as dead body came crashing though the door then saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Elijah watched her fall down with the body as the urge to be near her climbed. The tugging in his chest stopped as a growl rip though his chest seeing her get attacked by two demons but was in awe when she killed them with ease.

"Well shit....they have a vampire." She said as Elijah looked her over seeing her hair up in a messy bun dressed in just a white tank top and lacy boy shorts and couldn't help rake his eyes over her smooth legs hungrily. Elijah licked his bottom lip as he never had been so attracted to one woman before.

"I'm Elijah, may I have the pleasure of knowing my beautiful savior's name?" Elijah asked smirking hearing her heart skip a beat as her cheeks flushed.

"Smooth there buddy. Y/N Winchester, I'm surprised that demons managed to get an Original." Y/N said freeing one of his arms squealing gripping onto his bloody shirt when Elijah warped an arm around her. Elijah pulled her up against his body as he brushed his nose along her neck the urge to drink from her was strong. The beast behind his red door growled at him to claim Y/N Winchester as a mate.

"Woah there.....big guy...." Y/N trailed off looking as Elijah getting lost in his mocha eyes as Elijah got lost in her dark green eyes. Y/N noticed how close she gotten to the Original as Elijah leaned in. Y/N pushed him away even though she wanted to kiss him didn't know him well but she didn't have to think about it. Elijah took matters into his own hands by kissing her.

A sigh came from Y/n as he freed his other arm and Y/N pressed to against Elijah as suddenly Y/N found herself up against a wall as Elijah deepen the kiss. Y/N panted as Elijah kissed along her neck wapping her legs around his waist.

"Wait....wait." Y/N breathed out pulling Elijah away from her neck as his heated stare threaten to swallow her whole. She managed to get away putting some space between them.

"Look big guy. You are hot like really hot but I know you are hungry. We are not about fuck in some catacombs." Y/N said as Elijah smirked hearing her heart race as he stepped to her.

"Here if you really need the blood." Y/N said holding up her wrist to Elijah only for the vampire to pull her close. Elijah ran his nose along her neck before sinking his fangs into her neck pulling a softly moan from her when he pressed his thigh between her legs.

"Here, let me heal you." Elijah whispered after pulling away biting his wrist holding it up to her mouth. Elijah frowned seeing the bite scared over not healing then missed her body heat when she walked over to a dead demon pulling out the blade twirling it.

"Now I get why the idiots took me but why you?" Y/N asked peeking out of the room then walking out as Elijah followed after her. Elijah couldn't help but looked at her ass and quickly stopped when she did hearing two demons.

"You know they call him the noble one for a reason, right? He isn't just going to sleep with the huntress."

"Which is why when the witch gets here, we'll have her put another spell on the vampire and unleash on the Winchester. Then the child is ours." The other demon says with a smirk. Y/N frowned thinking over what the demon said while Elijah pressed closer to Y/N growling.

"What the Archangel?"

"As long the sigils st...." the demon was cut off by Y/N stabbing him thought the back then with elegance and with ease took down the other demon when he tried attacking the huntress. Elijah was impressed as he stepped into the room watching her.

"Tell me what you know or you're going back to Hell." Y/N growled pressing the blade under the demon's chin as she sat on him.

"We cracked the prophecy. Used a witch to find the vampire, exploit the bond between you two, have you bare the child and use it for the war after killing you."

"I see." Y/N mutter twirling the blade stabbing the demon killing him as he screamed and she stood up taking his pants and slipping them on. Elijah walked over trailing his fingers down her bare arm finding it hard to be away from her.

"Hear anyone else?" Y/N asked Elijah as he leaned down nuzzling her neck wanting to bite her again as his way of claiming that the huntress was his.

"No just the two of us."

"Okay stop that." Y/N said pushing Elijah's face away as he chuckled following her to the table the demons were at before they came in.

"Who is Celeste?" Y/N asked out loud not expecting Elijah to appear by her side pressing closer to her.

"An ex lover of mine that is their witch. It seems Celeste had trapped us here until morning." Elijah answered resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I have a question, little huntress. What is this prophecy?" Elijah asked his hand resting on her hip as Y/N sighed recalling the prophecy.

"It is said a child conceived between old noble blood and a warrior that had been between Heaven and Hell shall be all powerful." Y/N answered Elijah reaching for a paper that caught her eye.

Elijah thought over the prophecy and looked at the paper that caught her attention watching her read it over.

"A old Lycan mating ritual? I think I know the bond that ties us together is....but this only works is both souls match."

"Lycan mating ritual?"

"Found out about it on a hunt. An Alpha Lycan tried to mate me but like I said only works if the souls match." Y/N said looking at Elijah who surprised her by picking her up sitting her on the table.

"Mine." Elijah growled burying his face in Y/N's neck pulling her close as she sighed knowing it be a long night.

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson angst

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suicidalslasher · 4 years ago

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𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ➤ 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫.

Nothing but porn w/o a plot. There actually is a plot and if anybody is confused on the ending, I can explain but it’s more porn than anything.... so, here you go, you filthy animals.

WARNINGS: choking, degradation, use of a gun (brief), a lot of dirty talk... of course. Oral, m on f / f on m. Fingering. Squirting. (brief.)

!! Female reader. Readers pronouns are she/her. !!

ps: if you enjoy my content and have a dollar or two to spare, here’s my ko-fi.

“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen. That boy you call your boyfriend isn't a man at all, in fact, he's a monster and he's only using you to kill you, for your blood to be on his hands, for him to be the cause of your death. He's twisted, that way. He's not as nice as he portrays himself to be. If I were you — and once upon a time ago, I was in your shoes, I was you — I'd get the hell out of that relationship and quickly." Jason looked up from the letter his girlfriend, (Y/N), had received in her locker. His lips are pressed together tightly into a white slash, his jaw clenched and in a sharp tone, he asks, "So.... what? You're going to break up with me over a letter that a complete stranger put in your locker?" He sneered, grinding his teeth together before he stood up, moving the chair back as he does so.

The piece of furniture loudly squeaks against the floor, making (Y/N) grimace and flinch at the obnoxious noise. It's not the only thing in the room being annoying, though. "No." (Y/N) answers, giving an eyeroll in return to his question as she folds her arms across her chest. "I want to see the monster you supposedly are, that's all." She adds. "This isn't the first or even the second letter that says those words. There's been an endless amount and quite frankly, my beloved J.D, I'm suspicious on what it exactly means." "You believe the notes, do you?" He questions, stepping closer to his girlfriend, eyebrow arched as he waits for her response. "I do..... or I don't. That's up to you to decide for me. So, enlighten me, Jason, are you a monster in disguise or are you not and someone's simply playing a trick on not only me but the both of us?" "What is it you're trying to do to me, (Y/N)?" "Oh my God, fuck me like you hate me, fuck me like the monster that you supposedly are, according to the pieces of paper I receive every day.. I want to see whether or not it's true." Jason is silent, as if he had gone mute. He was standing inches away from her face, doing - saying - nothing. Only... staring, like he was a starved predator and she was his only prey, his first feast of the day.

Though, she knows the air conditioner isn't on, and neither are the windows open, (Y/N) shivers as if it were cold. But it was his eyes that were frosty. His eyes were two lifeless pools of abyss-black, an ice-cold stare he was giving. Finally, he speaks for what feels like ages since he last talked, although it had only been a minute or two since he did, "I hate you. Despise you, actually. Don't even know why we continue to have this fucking conversation. You're seriously so fucking annoying," He spat. (Y/N) wasn't sure if he meant the words or not, either way, it did feel like a stab in the chest. She purses her lips together and she goes to say something but before she could, his hand is wrapped around her throat and her back is pushed up against the wall. "I should strangle you." "Is that a promise?" She gasped out. "Once I start, I might not be able to stop." He informs, clicking his tongue against the root of his mouth. His grip, however, gets tighter and as fucked up as it may sound, (Y/N) grows wetter, she squeezes her thighs tighter together and has to bite back a moan at the feeling of his hand around her throat. "I don't care what you do," (Y/N) replied truthfully, voice low and groggy, as if she had just woken up. "Just fuck me." "My pleasure." To her disappointment, Jason drops his hand down at his side before gesturing to the floor with a motion of his finger. "Get on your knees, this cock isn't going to suck itself." (Y/N) is more than happy to oblige as she crashed to her knees, quickly, undoing his belt buckle and unbuttoning his jeans. In only a matter of seconds, he's got his pants and boxer briefs off, hanging down his ankles and his dick is being swallowed by his favorite cock-slut.

Her eyes are fluttered shut as she tries to concentrate on pleasing him. And as always, she's doing a great job at doing so. Then he remembers — this was a punishment and she deserved to be punished. She wanted for him to unleash the beast, after all, right? So, he would be doing that. Jason growls and grabs the back of her neck, fingers finding their way up to her hair as he then forces her further down onto her cock, making her sputter and choke, a few drops of spit soaking his shaft as he face-fucks (Y/N)'s throat. "Take it, slut. You wanted this, remember? Wanted to see the man behind the mask, well, here I am, baby, standing proudly right in front of you. Take my cock, choke on it like the filthy, little bitch you are. That's all you are, isn't it, sweetheart? You aren't important enough for me to keep around, according to the letters you get. Only keep you around so I can fuck you like the desperate whore you are. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?" (Y/N)'s eyes are full of tears and she knows, without even looking in the mirror, her cheeks are stained with mascara and her lipstick is smudged, as her throat is getting pounded by the man above her, his grip on her hair is too tight, it's too much and yet not enough.

She wants more — no, scratch that — needs more. "Desperate cock-hungry bitch, aren't you, baby? Starving for me to feed you my cock, to feed you my cum. You'll just open your legs to anyone, everyone, too, huh? Especially me, even when you know exactly what I've done.... letters or no letters, you know the kind of person I am.. and yet, I'm the monster? You're no saint, either, miss (L/N).You're as crazy and as fucked up as I am." (Y/N) nearly (key-word there) makes a mess in her panties. And she hasn't touched herself at all yet, neither has Jason placed a finger yet on her.

Jason, on the other end, notices how her fingernails are digging themselves into his bare, naked thighs rougher than they had been previously. There's also more sweat pooling at the top of her forehead, too. He was making a complete mess out of her and was loving every single second of it. "What is it, baby girl? You want to cum for me? Going to cum for me, untouched? Oh, so naughty, filthy little thing," He cooed, slowing down his movements as he continues to push his dick further down her throat, feeling more saliva spill out of her mouth and wetting his cock as he does so.

"Go on then, baby. Make a mess all in your panties. I know you can do it." And, well, yeah, just like that (Y/N) is coming, untouched, all while Jason does the same, feeding her his cum with a grunt of her name escaping his lips. (Y/N) hums happily as she pulls back, wiping what remains on her cheeks onto her fingers, coating her digits with his ejeculation and slips the juices into her mouth, making sure to poke her tongue out and give Jason a show — she wanted to prove how much of a slut she really was, and how desperate she was to have him bury his cock in her pussy. She needed the pain, wanted to feel it. She wanted it rough. "So... what else do you have in plan?" (Y/N) wonders, looking up at him with a smirk. That little grin placed on her lips is quick to fall down into a worried frown when Jason pulls a gun out at her, pressing it against her skull. "I could kill you since I got what I needed." His voice was as devoid of life as an ossuary and his eyes were still soul-penetrating. Not even a hint of a smile, not even a sign of amusement in the tone of voice. Surely, he wasn't being serious.... was he? He presses the end of the gun to her mouth, making her lips part open as he presses the gun inside. "Could blow your brains out, right here, right now.... since that's all I'm going to do to you, anyways, right? I'll kill you eventually, why not now?" Jason pulls the trigger.

It's a blank. Of fucking course it is. "I'm only kidding," He said, chuckling lowly as he places the gun back into the pocket of his trench coat. "You're a fucking dick." (Y/N) hisses, getting up on her feet and raising her hand up, slapping him on the cheek. "Don't scare me like that," "You're the one who was sucking my dick, first of all.... and you are also the one who wanted me to show you just how awful I could be... so, it's your fault." Jason said. "Oh, shut up and kiss me already. 'm tired of this roleplay. Just want you inside me. Now." "As you wish, your majesty." Jason laughs, bending forward as he picks his girlfriend up, throwing her over his shoulder and carries her to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot.

He then falls down onto the bed, letting his girlfriend fall on the mattress as well, (Y/N) squealing loudly as she tries to get comfortable and find a cozy spot along the mountain of pillows that rest against the headboard of the bed. "Can I at least see if you're as sweet as you look?" Jason asks, licking his lips. For obvious reasons, (Y/N) doesn't argue. All she does is nod her head and lets a breathless pant out, answering with a, 'yes, please'. She shimmies out of her pants, pulling her panties down as she strips out of both. Once they're off, she throws them elsewhere, not worried where they end up nor does she have time to worry about such things because the moment she's naked, Jason is pulling her legs apart and is quick to bury his face in her thighs.

"Oh, God, fuck. Should've given me a warning, baby." She whines, fingers brushing through his hair as she tugs his black locks, pulling him closer, dragging his face closer to her cunt. "Need you so badly...." She murmurs, feeling the smile of her boyfriend's face against her heat. His tongue dances against her clit, flicking this way and that. He was always phenomenal with his mouth, more so his tongue than anything else. (Other than his dick, of course.) (Okay, everything about J.D, other than his temper, was amazing.) There were no words to describe it other than perfection and magical. "Jason, baby..." Hearing her pleas and knowing he's doing an excellent job, he continues, this time adding a finger and pushing it deep inside, earning a loud gasp to spill from (Y/N)'s lips. "Jason, fuck!" She's wet, this much is obvious, but she's leaving a puddle not only on his face but beneath her. She'll have to wash the comforter later, she hopes she isn't leaving any stains behind either and can wash it out in time before it does leave an imprint.

These thoughts are replaced when Jason adds another finger, and she isn't so sure if he has two inside or three, all (Y/N) knows is it feels so fucking good and if he doesn't stop, she's going to cum soon. "S-Stop, Jason, please.... want to cum by your cock, wanna cum with you." Jason doesn't stop, despite her cries. He's pushing her thighs down, holding her still as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, his tongue is everywhere and she feels so hot, feels as if every part of her body is on fire. "Jason, Jason," (Y/N)'s moans come out like a broken record; only able to play the bit of his name on repeat, only able to speak his name and nothing else. "Jason, baby, oh.... I'm.... I'm going to cum!" And within a matter of seconds, that familiar sensation she had been feeling for the last few minutes in the pit of her stomach finally explodes and she's shooting her orgasm all over his fingers and on his face and... wait, did she- "You squirted, holy shit..." Jason pulls back, laughing as he wipes his face off of with his shirt. "That's a first. Just by my fingers too, fuck, baby girl.... can't even begin to imagine what you can do when I stuff my cock deep inside your cunt." "Well, don't imagine then and just do it. Fuck me." Jason chuckles as he takes off the rest of his clothes. Which wasn't much other than his coat and the shirt. (Y/N) giggles, not realizing that was all he had on. Nothing but his trenchcoat and a shirt underneath, his lower half being completely bare. "What?" He asks, dropping the jacket and his shirt at the end of the bed before he's crawling up and over on (Y/N), wrapping her legs around him as he presses the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her for a second or two. "Nothing. Just waiting for you." "Anything for my darling." With this, he presses his cock steadily at her entrance before he's leaning forward, pressing his chest on top of hers, Jason slides his cock deep within her walls at a slow pace before he's fully inside her, his own mouth parting open at the tightness that clenches around him. "Always so tight, (Y/N), fuck." "I'm not going to last long," She answers honestly. Jason agreed, nodding his head rapidly as he moves, little by little, bit by bit. "Me, either, baby. You feel so good, always fucking so good." "Jason...." (Y/N) mewls, feeling that sensation clouding over her once more, every thrust he gave sent a wave of electricity to shock her. Her orgasm would be stronger than the one she had a few seconds ago, this much she knew.

"Jason, baby, fuck.... you feel so good. Love feeling you inside me," She gasps, her feet were pointed like a dancer's, her toes curling and uncurling. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air, Jason had to hold her down against the mattress, placing her hands above her head so she could remain still. "Jason, please, I'm so close, I'm-" He cuts her off by pressing his lips onto hers. "Tell me you love me." He whispers, slowing the movements of his hips. She laughs, pulling back and presses her face in the crook of his neck, playfully giving him a bite. "You're the one who lit the match and burned me earlier, telling me you hate me.... why should I say it first?" "Cause you and I damn well know I don't hate you, I could never hate you, darling, so tell me you love me, please." "I love you, Jason Dean, now cum inside me and fill me up like the desperate, cum slut I am. I wanna feel you." Jason groans as he presses (Y/N) back against the pillows, leaving one hand off of her arm as he now cups her face, crashing his lips back against hers hungrily. "Cum with me, baby girl, cum with me." (Y/N) musters a few curse words, letting them fall into Jason's open mouth as they kiss wildly and crazily, the type of kiss you'd only see in pornagraphic movies. (What they were doing too, obviously, could be in a film as well.) "I love you, I love you, I love you." Jason groans and spills his seed, filling (Y/N) up as he shoots his load deep inside her walls, moaning the same words she just said into the kiss. "Fuckin, goddamn..." He groans, pulling back as he falls next to her. "Never realized you were so naughty." "Yes you do. That's why you started dating me, why you fell in love with me... shall I continue?" "Correction: Didn't realize death was such a turn on for you." "That's fair." (Y/N) answered with a giggle, grabbing Jason and cuddling up into his side, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I've still got to thank Veronica for being part of this, giving me the roleplay idea and everything." "Still don't understand why you're best friends with my ex," "She introduced us. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here; We wouldn't be together." "That's fair." He mocks her words, chuckling as he kisses the top of her head. "Still, I'd never hurt you. You know this, right?" (Y/N) nods and hums, drawing tiny figures on Jason's chest with the tip of her finger. "I know. Unless I ask for it." She jokes but she and Jason knew there were truth in her words. "Filthy thing, you are (Y/N) (L/N)." "Yes.... but you love me, though, Jason Dean." "That I do." "And I love you." "I love you too... although you fit the label; 'geek in the streets, freak in the sheets' perfectly." He jokes.

"Can't believe you squirted still and love being degraded as much as you do, love being talked like your feelings aren't valuable... never expected this from you, missy." "Says the one who killed others... you crazed bastard. I knew what I was getting myself into when I got together with you, J.D. I'm not stupid." "And see, that's why I love you. You love me and the monsters in my closet." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and kiss me, killer." "Keep that attitude up and I'm gonna have to kill that pussy of yours." "Do it. I'm ready for a round two." (Y/N) replied with a smirk. "Just can't get enough of this cock, can you?" "Nope." "Truly are a cock slut." Jason replied with a 'tsk' before he grabs (Y/N), placing her on top of him. "Ride me, baby girl. You already know what Daddy likes." "Don't have to tell me twice."

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years ago

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Hey. Can I request bucky barnes x male reader where the reader gets injured on a mission and bucky freaks out about it with the “Oh shit, is it that bad? Am I gonna die?” prompt. And can they already be in a relationship. Thank you

This was a good request, thanks.

That said, why is it harder to write something if there is more information???

This one didn't give me an immediate idea to follow through on, but I think it turned out alright.

Let me know if this wasn't quite what you wanted and I will be happy to have another go.

Stealth Mission

Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Word Count: 1611

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The mission was supposed to be a stealth one. It was meant to be simple, sneak in, steal some information, sneak back out with no-one any the wiser for it.

Funny how the universe likes to laugh at people who make plans.

You roll your eyes at your thoughts as you gather your breath, and your courage. You were pinned behind a series of crates in what was clearly some sort of storage area. The bullets stop flying in your direction for a second. It sounds like the Hydra guys were reloading.

You leap out and unleash a hail of bullets at the men standing by the door. To your unending relief there are only two, both of whom were reloading. Thank God for sloppy trade craft. It takes a depressingly little amount of time to down them after that.

'Two down, one whole compound to go,' you think sarcastically to yourself.

"Hey, anyone out there still?" You put a shaking hand up to your earpiece. You had never been so thankful to hear Steve's voice before.

You tapped your comm to activate it.

"Yeah, I'm in some sort of storage area inside. No idea how many are left outside. Things aren't looking great from here."

You hear Steve sigh into his own comm.

"Y/N, Thank God. Buck would'a killed me if you'd gone down out here."

"Come on Steve, you know that's between me and Barnes."

You smirk to yourself and picture Steve's face at your comment. You don't normally tease the conservative man but it helped to steady your nerves the moment.

"Alright, I'm gonna head out of here, see if I can still salvage this mission. Let me know if anyone else responds."

Caps affirmative is ringing in your ears as you pull yourself back together. You still had a job to do here, there wasn't anything else for it.

You crept closer to the only exit in the room. Your heart was pounding too loud in your ears. This was annoying but adrenaline was running high after you were surprised earlier.

Luckily the hall was empty. It seemed that the other Hydra agents were a bit preoccupied somewhere else.

'Hopefully that means that someone else is still kicking. My bet's on Nat.'

It doesn't take long to find the right room this time. You internally promise yourself to pay more attention to blueprints next time, as you make your way into the room and over to one of the computers.

You were grateful once again that you had started out your illustrious career as a hacker. A few not so minor indiscretions had landed you in some pretty hot water before you hacked into the wrong server and caught shield's attention. Several years and some serious spy training later, here you were.

Your comm crackled as you tapped away at the keys of the computer. You put your hand back up to your comm and listened as Steve relayed that everyone else had checked back in with him.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was still alright.

"Roger that, I'm almost done here, I'll meet back out front--"

You cut off with a gasped cry of pain. You hadn't noticed the person slip in through the broken window while listening to Steve talk. You had completely missed them as they moved over on silent feet. In fact, you only noticed them as they slipped a dagger in between two of your ribs.

Distantly you could hear Steve calling out to you through your comm, but you were just a little distracted by the searing pain in your side.

You could tell immediately that whoever this person was, they didn't want to kill you outright. With how silent they were coming in and how preoccupied you had been, they had had the opportunity to slit your throat. They hadn't, which was pretty telling.

If you didn't get out of here soon you would either end up as a hostage to make the others give themselves up, or you would be tortured for information.

Not great odds then.

Using the opposite side's arm you managed to elbow them in the face. Their nose made the most satisfying crunch as it broke.

You spun and took advantage of their surprise to kick them back toward the broken window. Seeing the best chance at getting out of this situation alive, you didn't hesitate to give them a second harder kick to the chest. They went out flailing for anything to hold onto.

There was a yell and a loud thud as they hit the ground some several floors below.

You held your breath as you limped your way over there. You had to be sure that they weren't still a danger.

Yep, there they were, laid out on the ground, limbs at awkward angles that would be bad if it weren't for the large puddle of blood forming under them.

You let out your breath in a rush.

There was a ringing in your ears that was not great, and the world seemed to be spinning. You stumbled back over to the desk and the computer.

You grabbed the piece of tech that you had been loading the information onto and made your way heavily out of the room.

Something made you look up. You were glad that you did, Steve was coming toward you but there was something wrong with him. He was opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to talk, but nothing was coming out.

You squint at him in confusion, but you didn't have to worry about it for long. The darkness descends just as he reaches you and you know nothing more.

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Bucky Barnes was not someone who was known for showing a lot of emotions. Not anymore anyway. He was slowly getting better, but it was just too easy to stay emotionally frozen.

He had been that way for literally years, and it had taken meeting one of the agents at shield to really start to shake him out of it. The Y/H/C haired man had quickly wormed his way into Bucky's frozen heart and refused to leave.

Naturally, having grown up in the 1920's and 30's, Bucky had known he shouldn't want this man the way he did. However, he had lived in Brooklyn, arguably the Gay Capital of the World at the time.

The only way he wouldn't have had at least one experience back then was if he was as oblivious as Steve had been.

In any case it hadn't taken him long to know that he had to ask you out. Getting up the courage had been the difficult thing. You had surprised him by showing up earlier the same day with a box and asked to talk to him alone.

You had put the box on his bed and said that you had wanted to ask him out for a while now, and only just gotten up the courage. The box was a gift which was his whether he wanted to go out with you or not.

Bucky had known that that was the best chance he would ever have, but was curious. He had opened the box to find a big fluffy sweater and fluffy reading socks. He had melted. You were literally the best person in the world - sorry Steve.

Bucky was decidedly not emotionless now however.

You had been brought in from your latest mission unconscious, and had to be rushed to the medical wing Tony kept in his huge tower.

(A/N Yes, we are pretending that they are all friends)

Objectively Bucky was sure that you would be fine, but he couldn't help but worry. You had never looked so small, lying there with soot from who knew what on your face and blood covering a large portion of your shield issued clothing.

Bucky was doing his best not to annoy the medical staff while he waited for you to wake up, but it hadn't worked at all. He had been banished from the area until you were awake to deal with him.

So now he was annoying everyone else.

"Shit Steve, is he going to be okay? Is he going to die? Oh God, what if he dies?"

Poor Bucky was in tears and pacing up and down the communal living space as he waited for news.

Even Sam had the good sense not to provoke Bucky right now.

Apparently Natasha didn't get the memo though.

"Barnes. He's a trained agent. This is a part of the job. Grow a pair and wait for news before writing him off entirely. Besides, Y/N's a fighter, he won't give up like this. He knows you're waiting for him. He won't let you down."

Bucky stared at her, shocked. Nat was notoriously few of words. That was practically a monologue from her.

"Good," she nodded, satisfied that she had gotten through to him. "If you can't calm down and wait for news like a normal person, why don't you go find Clint and stuff him into a vent to find out what's going on in real time."

With that Natasha floated over to the couch and flipped the TV onto her latest binge show.

Steve watched as Bucky stood in shock for a minute longer, before bolting out of the room, most likely in search of their team archer.

"That was mean. He's not even going to be able to explain what he wants properly with how out of it he is right now."

Nat looked over her shoulder at Steve with a smirk.

"Just a little revenge that I owed Clint."

#Bucky Barnes x male reader #Bucky barnes #male reader #Stealth Mission #James Barnes x male reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years ago

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Hydra has kidnapped the Avengers and gang. They've trapped them all in a room and unleashed sex pollen into the air and then released them into the world.

In the outside world, they've formed into two groups: One dominant - aggressive in their need to fuck. They only live by one motto: Want. Take. Have.

The other has shifted into needy subs that just want to be fucked and owned. Their motto? Shut up and Fuck me

One group has stalked you and madly placed a dark sack over your head, binding your wrists, and thrown you in a van. You're taken far from the city and dragged into a room where you're shoved onto a bed.

Who do you want staring back at you when they pull off the sack? And how will you please them?

The Doms: Steve, Korg, Loki, Bucky & Carol

The Subs: Nat, Thor, Valkyrie, Tony & Heimdall

God, this took a lot of fucking thought, you’re such a menace, Chris!!

I’ve been madly indulging my switch tendencies recently, so being a hole for those doms (except Korg, not crazy about the thought of his dry, gravel dick anywhere near me) is crazy appealing. Just let Steve and Bucky and Loki use all my holes while Carol grinds over my tits until I’ve some so many times I can barely even breathe and I’m full of and completely covered in cum. And then they all just switch positions and start all over again. (Korg can jerk off in the corner)

But the subs? Tying Thor up and instructing the rest of them on exactly what to do to get him worked up and panting until he blows his load without anyone even touching his giant dick? Listening to them all make these gorgeous, needy, whiny noises against my skin while they run their mouths all over me and beg me to fuck them would be the absolute tits.

Ugh, I’m going to go with the subs. I almost went with the doms, because having to corral five horny superheroes sounds like a lot of work, but I’d actually be willing to let all of them do stuff to me, even though I’m not crazy about Tony but he’s cute so I could just sit on his face if he annoys me too much. The limestone dick was the deal breaker, as much as I want the rest of those doms to ruin me.

#natalie answers #love my mutuals #this or that #asks are always open

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euovennia · 4 years ago

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Mate

Summary: In which Carlisle finds his mate with the subtle guidance of Alice.

Pairing: fem!reader x Carlisle Cullen

Word Count: 1,860

"Slow down, Alice! There's no need to be this excited, it's just skating." Rosalie remarked with a bored expression as she and the rest of the Cullen family struggled to keep up with the tiny woman.

"Maybe it is just skating, but we haven't had a family outing like this in forever, Rose! Trust me when I say this is good for us, it'll be unforgettable." Alice spoke, a mix of mischief and excitement glimmering in her golden eyes. Jasper came towering beside her and wrapped an arm around her small frame, "Just what are you planning, darlin'?" Alice only smiled before quickly escaping his grasp and continuing bouncing her way toward the entrance of the skating rink as the small group attempted to rid themselves of the uncomfortable nagging feeling in the back of their minds.

Something was going to happen, but no one knew what.

With the door held open by Alice, the family quickly filed into the building before being dragged over to the check-out counter where an older man stood hunched over the counter as he kept his eyes trained on a small TV in the corner of the counter. His calm exterior fumbled momentarily as the sound of the entrance door slamming shut behind the rather large group snapped him out of his focus. He quickly straightened himself out as he painted a warm smile onto his face, "Well hello there folks, what can I do for you?"

At this, Alice quickly pushed a surprised Carlisle to the front of the group. Feeling awkward, he quickly clasped his hands in front of him as he looked directly at the man who was patiently awaiting a response, "Hello. My family and I were interested in doing some skating. Perhaps for an hour or two."

The man turned to look down at his wristwatch before changing his attention to Carlisle once again, "Of course, but I have to say that there's gonna be about a ten-minute wait. I can get you all situated with your skates and take you down to the observation room while you wait. If that's alright, of course."

Carlisle glanced back at his family and upon receiving one enthusiastic reply from Alice and a shrug from Edward before he turned to the man, "Yes, that'll work out fine."

With their skates in hand, the Cullen clan followed the man down a long, brightly lit hallway before reaching a set of worn-in blue metal doors. The doors let out a loud creak as they were pushed open by the man. As the group filed inside the cold room, they were met with an intensely fast-paced tune composed of numerous cellos. They glanced at one another, the uncomfortable feeling slowly beginning to blossom in their bodies further with the exception of Alice who stood there with a large, expectant grin on her pale face. Realization dawned on Rosalie as she caught sight of her sister's face and she harshly grabbed her wrist as she spoke in a low tone, "What the hell are we doing here, Alice?" Ignoring her harsh, venom-filled tone Alice only shrugged. Huffing, Rosalie returned to Emmett's side as she crossed her arms. Sensing the tension that was growing between his adoptive children, Carlisle turned to the old man who was looking out a window that was faced outward toward the skating rink. "Is there a specific reason for the music?"

The man looked back at Carlisle and wordlessly motioned him to stand by his side. Carlisle furrowed his brows together in slight confusion but walked over by the man as requested. Eyes focused on the glass window in front of him, Carlisle watched as a woman feverishly skated around the rink with a heightened sense of grace and elegance that could rival that of his own family. He found himself enthralled with the precise and quick movements coming from the mysterious woman and found himself letting out an unnecessary breath as he asked, "Who is that?"

The old man kept his eyes trained on the woman's skating figure as he answered, "I don't know much about her if I'm being honest. All I know is that she's a pro skater and that her coach is pretty strict." Carlisle reluctantly tore his gaze away from the woman and glued them to the man beside him, "Coach?" The man nodded as he turned to face Carlisle fully, "Yeah. That guy over there." He spoke as he lamely motioned to the left side of the rather large rink. Carlisle's gaze settled on a well-built man with medium brown hair that was immaculately styled with calculating and judgmental eyes that seemed to rake over every movement of the female skater.

As Carlisle's gaze went to settle on the woman once again, he was pulled from his thoughts as his adoptive children had grown an apparent interest in Carlisle's overly observant attitude. "What're you looking at, pops?" Emmett spoke loudly causing Carlisle to cringe at both the nickname and volume of his voice. "Nothing, Emmett. Just looking around the rink is all." Rosalie scoffed, "Seems to me like you were checking out something special," Her gaze quickly turned to the woman who was effortlessly gliding across the ice, "Or someone." It was at this moment where Carlisle knew that if he was still capable of blushing, his face would be on fire. "She seems to be very talented, it's eye-catching." Esme gently defended. "Well, the music is a bit obnoxious." Rosalie muttered. "A flair for the dramatics never hurt anyone." Edward mused. "Oh please, all you know how to do is be dramatic." Rosalie fired back, her annoyance growing with each passing second.

Carlisle watched the scene unfold in front of him with weariness in his eyes as he gave a small nod toward Jasper who then unleashed a subtle calming effect on everyone present. Unable to fight back the sudden wave of calmness she felt, Rosalie let out a deep breath before walking away with Emmett trailing behind her, ready to calm her down further if needed. Relaxing his posture slightly, he turned to face the old man. "I apologize. My family, unfortunately, do not see eye to eye on everything." The man simply waved off his apology. "I used to be a family man myself. No worries. Anyhow, I best be getting back to the front desk. As soon as those two get out, feel free to hop on in." He said before giving the family a departing wave and walking away.

Carlisle watched him disappear behind the rusty blue doors before directing his attention back to the now-empty ice rink. He felt his undead heart fall to the pit of his stomach as one question raced through his mind: Where did she go?

His question was quickly answered as the doors leading to the rink opened and the man and woman walked in speaking in what Carlisle could make out to be French-based on his rather limited knowledge. He watched with great interest as the man and woman went back and forth with their conversation.

"Vous vous déplacez trop lentement dans certains domaines. Vous devez l'accélérer." (tr: You move too slow in some areas. You need to speed it up.) The man spoke, his tone a bit rough and body language that gave off the impression that he was annoyed. The woman seemed a bit exasperated as she responded, "Je sais que oui, mais je me sens épuisé. Donnez-moi juste un jour de repos, c'est tout ce dont j'ai besoin. Je serai mieux après, je te le promets!" (tr: I know I do, but I feel exhausted. Just give me one rest day, that's all I need. I'll be better after, I promise!) Once finished speaking, the man turned to her and shoved a finger in her face as he spoke quickly and sternly, an annoyed expression present on his face. "Non. Vous ne vous améliorez qu'avec une pratique constante. Pas de jours de repos pour vous. Arrête de demander." (tr: No. You only get better with consistent practice. No rest days for you. Stop asking.) The woman seemed disheartened by his attitude as she crossed her arms and simply nodded. The man let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, "Pardon. Juste ... Habillez-vous. Nous devons partir." (tr: Sorry. Just...Get dressed. We need to leave.) The man tore his gaze from the woman in front of him and was surprised to see a large group of pale people awkwardly trying to pretend as though they weren't just eavesdropping. A light pink color dusted his cheeks as he pulled his jacket closer to his frame. "My apologies. Just a small disagreement. Have fun on the ice." He said, an awkward smile on his face as he walked out of the cold room.

With the door slamming shut behind him, the woman looked up at the family, her eyes quickly moving over the appearance of all of them, her gaze lingering on a certain blonde doctor for a second longer before speaking, "Sorry to take up all the ice. It's just that people normally don't come here." At the sound of her soft voice, Carlisle looked away from the door where the man had once gone through and fixed his eyes on the beauty in front of him.

She had dark brown hair that was thrown up to an elegantly messy bun with two fallen wisps of hair that worked to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes were a few shades lighter than her hair whereas her perfectly arched eyebrows matched her hair color perfectly. He found himself admiring her long eyelashes that beautifully fluttered with every blink and her long, slim nose that sat perfectly on her face. He admired the light pink color that stained her lips and cheeks, a glorious reminder for Carlisle of the humanity that remained within the woman before him.

"Dad!"

Carlisle looked over at Alice who had a knowing grin on her face as she motioned with her head toward the woman. He looked back at her, "I just wanted to know if you were alright. You seemed a little...Out of it."

At the sound of her melodic voice, Carlisle gave her a warm smile. "Yes. I do that sometimes. Sorry to concern you." The woman returned his smile as she spoke, "It's fine. We all have our moments." Carlisle nodded as his smile stayed painted on his face. After a few moments, the woman spoke again, "It was nice seeing you all, but I must get going. Have fun." Carlisle's face fell at her admission and he nearly reached out to stop her but restrained himself from doing so. "Of course. Have a wonderful day." With a final smile, she gave the group a nod of acknowledgment before taking her leave.

"What was that?" Jasper spoke once the doors shut behind the woman. Carlisle could feel his undead heart clench as he uttered the next two words,

"My mate."

#twilight #carlisle #imagine #twilight imagine #breaking dawn #bella swan #edward cullen #jasper hale #esme cullen #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #twilight imagines #new moon #eclipse #fanfiction #fanfic #cullen #it's the way it's 2021 and i'm sitting here writing a fanfic for carlisle bc there's not enough for him

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thepixelelf · 3 years ago

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[the enemy of my enemy] You wake up to the loud, raucous sound of a cart being rolled down the hospital corridor, the noise forcing you to scrunch your face before opening your eyes.

Fluorescent lights fill your vision, and you squint against the sharp intrusion to your eyeballs. Your mouth is dry, and you feel like shit, but it’s nothing you haven’t gone through a hundred times before. You’re sure the man in the hospital bed next to yours knows exactly what you mean.

Sitting up with a groan, you stretch out one arm, the other restricted by the plaster cast holding it in place. Another broken arm. Changbin isn’t going to like that -- you can already hear the scolding he’s going to unleash on you when you return to headquarters.

“Took you long enough,” Minho says, making you look over at him in his hospital bed. He’s not wearing any casts, but he has a bandage wrapped around his head.

Last time, you were the one who woke up first, and Minho had been knocked out cold for over eight hours. Seems today he’s out to redeem himself.

“Wow, sorry I broke my arm and probably bruised half my ribs,” you bite back. “No thanks to you, by the way.”

Minho frowns. “You should get out of my way next time.”

“I was literally about to take Mayhem down when you hit me.”

“Like hell you were. You looked like you were about to pass out on the battlefield.”

Your jaw drops. “Did not!”

“Did so.” Minho sticks his tongue out at you, and if you could cross your arms, you would.

Unable to argue back anymore -- you were deadly tired during last night’s battle -- you huff and turn away, reaching for your bag. With the amount of times you’ve ended up in the special superhero wing of the hospital, the EMTs and nurses now know to put your bag (if they find it) next to your bed, otherwise you go on a tirade just to find it. No one likes a grumpy super, even if they just saved everyone’s lives.

Your good hand lands on your bag, and you freeze.

The tiny, roughed up, worse-for-wear plush keychain that you always have attached to the front zipper of your backpack is gone.

“No,” you mutter, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and frantically turning your bag over. “No no no no no no no no no no no.”

At your distress, Minho slightly lifts his head off his pillow and raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?”

Not bothering to acknowledge him, you sigh out in frustration when your keychain isn’t anywhere on your bag, nor on the chair when you throw your bag to the side. It thuds against the wall, but you don’t care.

“The hell?” Minho says. You get off your bed and start looking underneath the furniture. “What are you doing?”

When you find nothing, you pop up onto your knees and look over your bed at Minho, who’s looking at you like you’ve gone mad.

“Have you seen my keychain?”

“Your what?”

“My--” You let out another sigh. “It’s this little keychain thing? It’s kind of shaped like a really ugly bear... or maybe a bat? Yellow. About this big.” Holding your forefinger and thumb about three inches apart, you show Minho the approximate size of your keychain.

“What is it, your good luck charm?”

Standing up, you move to the table between your bed and Minho’s, scouring it for your keychain. “So what if it is?”

Minho scoffs. You freeze. “That’s stupid.”

Now, Minho gets on your nerves a lot. He always shows up to the same villain sights as you, even though you technically don’t work together. He always messes up your strategies, and he always goes out of his way to annoy you afterwards while you’re both getting fixed up. All this time though, while you snip back and complain about him to Changbin back home, you’ve never let Minho really get to you.

So you don’t know why the next breath you let out shakes, or why you can feel the sting of tears in the back of your eyes.

“Look.” You try to steady yourself, but it’s no use, so you turn to Minho anyways. Who cares if you cry. You’re allowed to just as much as anyone else. “I don’t give a flying fuck if you think it’s stupid. It’s my good luck charm and it’s important to me. If you don’t care, fine, but instead of making fun of me, just fuck off and keep your mouth shut. Okay?”

Your words are harsh, but they’re muted by the tears now streaming down your face, and you hate it.

Not up to showing any more weakness in front of him, you turn on your heel and stomp out of the room as fast as you can. Maybe you’ll find your keychain in the halls somewhere, or you could ask someone about it.

You don’t see the way Minho’s arm lifts to stop you before falling back at his side.

The hospital is not unfamiliar to you. Along with the other heroes in your city, you’ve had your fair share of visits, so you walk through the corridor with confidence even though you probably look like a trainwreck. You find nothing in the halls (not at all unsurprising, considering how clean everything has to be at all times), so you head to the closest desk you can find.

The nurse shows you to a small lost and found bin, and you almost sob when you see your keychain right on top. Thanking the nurse profusely, you walk down the hall until you find an empty bench and practically fall onto the hard plastic. Leaning back against the wall, you hold the plush to your heart and close your eyes.

Chan gave it to you.

It’s a secret you and Changbin will keep for as long as you’re able -- that Mayhem, the villain no hero has yet to defeat, was once your best friend and trusted confidant. The villain that broke your arm today and hit Minho on the head so hard that he nearly bled out.

Last night was the worst. You’d ripped off Mayhem’s mask and saw Chan underneath.

But what really broke you was the absolute lack of recognition in his eyes. Chan didn’t see you, one of his best friends since childhood. No, he saw an obstacle. Someone in the way.

The hurt you felt in your chest at that very moment was what made you lose focus, and it was why Minho’s attack hit you instead of Chan -- Mayhem.

You squeeze the keychain in your hand. It’s the last thing you have from the Chan you used to spend day after day with before everything went wrong. The last thing you have from the Chan you used to love.

You don’t know how long you sit there, but by the time a nurse calls your name, your tears have long since dried out.

“We’d like to check up on your recovery,” the nurse says. “If you could please return with us to your room.”

Minho isn’t there when you get back, and you frown a bit. You want to apologize to him for lashing out -- yeah, what he said hurt your feelings, but you knew it wasn’t really his words that set you off. Fighting Chan last night and once again being unable to bring him back made you irritable already, and almost losing your keychain was the last straw on your extremely strained back.

Still, with him AWOL, you decide to just let it go and relax while the nurse goes through your checkup. When you get home (and after Changbin’s you need to be more careful talk), you’re going to take some well-deserved you-time. You can apologize during the next inevitable battle.

Your eyes are halfway closed when Minho barges into the room, and you giggle when the nurse scolds Minho for being so reckless with his injuries. Out of breath, Minho bows in apology to the nurse, and when you think he’s going to return to his bed, he walks up next to yours instead.

You raise a brow. “Uh, hi?”

“I couldn’t find it.” Minho’s gaze is hard, and even though he looks serious, you have no idea what he’s talking about. “I looked everywhere, but.... it’s not in this room, or the halls, or any of the lost and founds that I checked. I don’t really know what it looks like, so...”

He runs a hand through his hair, and you think you know what he means now.

“Minho--”

“I couldn’t find it, but I...” He reaches into the pocket of his sweater. “I got you this.”

In front of your face, he dangles a keychain off his finger. It’s a bit too close for you to really see it, but you can tell it’s yellow and probably made of rubber. You bring up your good hand and take the keychain, holding it back to get a good look.

“It’s not a bear... or a bat. Sorry. They only had hearts and bunnies, so...”

A yellow bunny face stares back at you, and you have to hold back a laugh. Of course the big tough superhero Lee Minho wouldn’t get you a heart, but bunnies? Apparently those are okay.

When you look up at Minho with a smile, he brings a nervous hand up to the back of his neck.

“Thank you, Minho,” you say. “Were you looking for it all this time?”

He moves his eyes to the floor, and you just barely hear his muttered answer. “No...”

Ah, poor guy. You were gone for at least an hour and a half. With his reaction earlier, you hadn’t even thought to tell him when you found your good luck charm.

“Well, thank you even if you weren’t searching for it this whole time. I appreciate it.”

The hand on Minho’s neck drops to his side, and he meets your eyes again. You see uncertainty somewhere in there. Sadness and uncertainty.

“Are you...?” Minho bites his lip. You watch his hand lift less than an inch towards you before it retracts again, unsure. “Are you okay?”

Sitting up, you reach over and take his hand in yours, smiling at the way his eyes widen.

“I’m going to be okay. One day. I’ll make sure of it.”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #lee minho scenarios #lee minho imagines #lee minho x reader #bang chan scenarios #bang chan imagines #bang chan x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #.100

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colossal-fallout · 4 years ago

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[ Classified ]

The full report - Eren Yeager

The following report details all information on Eren Yeager. Contains NSFW content and reader must be over the age of 18 to view this document.

For your eyes only.

Name: Eren Yeager

Birthplace: Shiganshina

Height: 180cm / 5ft 9"

General

[ A1 ]

Appearance & Hygiene practices:

Eren's chestnut brown hair is always clean and fresh. Whenever he pays you a late night visit, he'll have most probably just gotten out of the shower. Coconut scented shampoo of sorts? Whatever it is, it smells so good.

Prefers showers over a bathe. He says it's to save time, but he spends a good 40 - 60 minutes in there, easily.

Once he's dry, likes to throw on jogger bottoms and a hoodie over his bare skin. His bare skin that is now so soft and scented as his favourite shower gel which is either tea-tree oil or Coconut.

If he wants to remain clean shaven, Eren must shave every 2-3 days. Sometimes he likes to grow it out but nothing ever past a long stubble.

Minimal body hair.

Trims the hairs on his pubic bone/lower stomach. Has pleasuring you in mind as he does so. Will take into consideration the friction against you.

Totally clean shaven testicles.

Eren's nails are short but that's because he bites them. [ see section A3 ]

Beautiful set of teeth. Brushes twice daily in a modern AU.

Eren adores it when you brush his hair for him. He finds it extremely relaxing as you massage his scalp. His eyes will close and a small, barely audible hum will emit from time to time.

Eren's skin care routine is pretty basic. All of the steam from sitting in his hot, frequent showers for so long seems to do him wonders - his skin is flawless and worthy of envy.

Due to the healing power of being a Titan shifter, Eren has no scars.

Eren has quite large hands with long fingers. He doesn't wear rings or jewellery as it reminds him of the burden of when he had to keep that damn key on him at all times. Will however, put up with a wedding ring.

[A2]

Body & Love language:

Eren is a pretty introverted person. His hands are usually tucked away inside of his pockets - be it either trousers or hoody/jacket.

He hunches a little too. Likes to feel hidden. He's had enough attention over the years and wants nothing more than to just shrink away in a crowded room. Or maybe, it's the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Brooding, moody exterior. Extreme "resting bitch face"

Shrugs a lot. At first glance, you'd think he was a moody teenager trapped in a grown man's body.

Likes to sit with his feet flat up on the chair with his knees splayed - you'll usually find him like this with an arm resting over a knee while the other is at a 90 degree angle pointing away from his hip.

Fumbles his hands together in formal occasions when he can't sit so casually or tuck them away.

Likes to drape his arm over you without touching you. His arm will rest above you on the top of the chair. A clear indication of "They're mine" and "I will keep you safe"

His hips will usually be swivelled in your direction, regardless of where you are in the room. A subconscious body language of sexual yearning.

Eren likes to hold hands with you when you're walking. He's not huge on PDA but likes the strong yet subtle showings that you're together.

Tends to rub his thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly when you do so.

His love languages include physical touch. Can get very needy and touch starved pretty easily. Not in a overbearing way, but even just a run of his slender fingers through your hair is enough to keep him going until the two of you are in a more private setting.

[A3]

Bad Habits & Tendencies:

As mentioned above, Eren bites his finger nails. His toe nails too. It's pretty gross to be honest.

He never does it in public, but he has been known to do it in front of you when he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Get's very fidgety when irritated or annoyed, which is pretty often. Especially if Jean is around.

Short temper. He's learned to tame it more over the years where he doesn't show it so easily. But everyone has their limit and when his is reached, his yell is booming and pretty intimidating.

During an argument with you he has been known to raise his voice, but it's not the frightening roar you've heard him unleash on others before.

Always apologises to you after he's calmed down. Even though it wasn't that bad.

If you two ever have a bad falling out, will lock himself away for days. He'll be pissed at himself for letting it get so bad and depressed that you two are having such problems. But he'll do anything he can to fix it.

[ A4 ]

Common misconceptions:

Obviously everyone has their own cannons and opinions. But I don't personally see Eren as being an abusive partner. Yeah, he has his problems and treats his friends like shit but there's a reason for that we'll probably see in the last chapter. If you're worthy enough to pierce that cold and distant shell, you're a very special person and he'll treat you as such.

Eren actually has a large heart hidden under that huge chip on his shoulder. He cares and loves the people around him unconditionally. Even to the point of carrying out mass genocide to protect them.

Still... He does have a dark side to be weary of at times.

Even though he's gross while in Liberio, usually Eren is actually pretty clean.

[ A5 ]

Food & Drink:

In a Modern AU Eren loves fancy coffees with the weird names. The longer to pronounce, the better. He just likes the fact they give him energy and the fancier ones taste good.

Due to not having meat for so long, a good ol' fashioned beef/lamb stew is his favourite.

Doesn't drink in canon.

Modern AU, his alcoholic beverage of choice is bottles of beer and craft ales. Sometimes is a sucker for red wine.

[ A6 ]

Modern Au:

Eren wears loose clothing. Hoodies, loose jeans, those baggy cardigans too.

His texting style is spam over one long message. Especially if he's pissed off. He's too impatient to sit and type in paragraphs.

Drives a black car. Don't ask me what type, I don't know cars. But it's black, 'kay?

It also has "black ice" air freshener inside.

Likes to ride quads and mopeds along fields. He's a thrill seeker. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping... you name it he's game.

Eren plays the guitar. He took lessons for it but after about a year he just went his own way and self-taught.

If he sees a guitar at a party, he will pick it up and play it. He won't sing though.

He actually hates singing. He finds it embarrassing.

Always has in his air pods/earphones.

Likes any sort of music that is catchy.

Probably streams on Twitch. He won't talk much though.

Could have a wide range of jobs. Coffee shop, could be in college, might be a ride attendant... who knows? It's anyone's guess what Eren is doing. He doesn't talk about himself that much.

Romance & NSFW

[ B1 ]

Crush:

Eren would definitely be in denial he has a crush on you at first.

• “Does y/n seem different to you?”

Armin; “No…? In what way?”

“I dunno… Just, different.”

• His poor stubborn brain would be ticking for weeks as to why he suddenly wants to be near you a lot more often and has urges to touch you, even if it’s just a slight brush against your arm.

• Will find any excuse to do extra training with you

• Once he FINALLY clicks on as to why he’s had these feelings, he’ll be pretty knocked off his feet and a little annoyed at himself.

I’m here to kill the enemy...

• Still though… Can’t seem to keep himself away.

[ B2 ]

First kiss & general kisses:

After the initial denial and keeping himself away, he'll just decide one day he's had enough of feeling this way and decides to to something about it.

He won't shove himself onto you. He'll do some sly probing to see if there is any indication of reciprocation.

Knowing Eren, he'll indirectly piss you off or insult you. He didn't mean to. He's just lacking social skills. Man aint smooth.

You'll slap him, probably, where he'll keep his head away from you for a few seconds, realising he's pushed you too far. Whichever side you palmed him away, he'll stay.

He'll slowly return his gaze to yours before gently holding your arms, apologising and planting his lips onto yours.

His general kisses are quite firm and forceful. Not in an aggressive way, but a "god I want you so bad" way.

Always either slides his arms around your waist or cups your face/head.

He tastes like sweetened tea <3 / Coffee in a Modern AU

Loves coming from behind and snaking his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck when you're doing something. Doesn't like it when your attention is away from him for too long.

When he's feeling soft and tender, will dance his nose with yours and catching your mouth in a caress.

When he's super turned on, he'll suck your tongue, bite your bottom lip and kiss anywhere he can.

[ B3 ]

Sex:

Ha ~~!

Eren is up there with the best when it comes to sex. He knows what he's doing and he does it well.

Extremely skilled with his fingers and tongue. He'll have you crawling the walls with hysteria as he likes to tease you throughout the day. He more than makes up for it, though.

Gropes, nips, kisses, licks, bites, flicks... anywhere and everywhere he can.

Is the most vocal when you perform oral sex on him. Will groan so deeply, his entire body will vibrate.

Dirty talk is this man's second language.

"Look how desperate you are for me." / "Look how desperate for you you've gotten me..."

"Do I feel good like this?"

"Am I making you feel good baby?"

"You're so good at that. Fuck, such a good girl/boy"

"S'so fuckin' tight."

"You're my little fuck thing, aren't you?"

"You're perfect."

"I love you..."

Are some of the many things you'll hear while he's fucking you.

He doesn't really have a favourite position. He'll gladly take you anyway he can. If he's in a rough mood, he'll bend you over the sofa, take you up against the wall... But if he's feeling more soft he'll make slow, passionate love to you for hours.

He does have a strong soft side at times.

Dominic Dominant. He loves seeing you totally at his mercy, the power over you the most arousing thing in the world to him.

Big daddy dilf vibes. He knows what he’s doing and he’s fucking good at it too.

The only time he’ll sub is if he wants to be lazy - letting you ride him and use him to your heart’s content.

Dirty talk. It can get pretty degrading at times. If you’re not into that, he respects that boundary.

Will absolutely ruin you.

Low-key loves it when you claw his back in hysteria. He thrives knowing he can send you absolutely insane, and he can just heal the claw marks in a matter of seconds. Sometimes even during sex (which is the hottest thing ever)

In an AU modern, he would love to fuck you near a large mirror or record you both getting at it to watch at a later date.

A lot of hissing, humming and low groaning, especially when he’s close to unloading.

Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Hair pulling is his overload language. Will tug fistfuls when he gets too turned on.

[ B4 ]

Kinks:

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

[ B5 ]

Aftercare:

Aftercare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Relationship with loved ones & becoming serious

[ C1 ]

Friends & Family:

When Eren meet's your friends family he will be polite yet quiet. He wants them to like him but he won't pine for their approval. If they like him, awesome. If they don't...? No big deal.

Same goes with your friends. He'll stay quiet until spoken to at first, but once he's been eased into conversation, he'll flow with it a lot easier.

Again, he'll be polite but don't expect him to kiss ass, because he certainly wont.

[ C2 ]

Marriage:

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks and onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiner's blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

[ C3 ]

Children:

Eren has a soft spot for children, believe it or not. As seen before the expedition to the forest of giant trees. He sees his old self behind the innocent glint of unaltered admiration within a child's eyes.

He's not super into child play though. He wont pull weird voices or funny faces. He'll sit at their level and speak to them like they were anyone else. Obviously, watching what he says around them.

If they're unchecked and acting themselves, he'll become quickly annoyed as they wreck havoc around him and will have to leave the room or he'll get too agitated.

If his s/o discovers they're pregnant he'll seem to take it well. But inside he's falling apart and freaking out. He won't ever show it to them, but he doesn't know how he could be a father. Would he be like his own? Would he be able to be a good figure to look up to? What if he fails? Is it selfish to bring a child into this cruel world?

He'll be shocked but understandably so. After after a couple of weeks of self-reflection and brooding, he'll start to feel better about the whole thing.

More protective over his s/o than usual. Will make sure they're eating, drinking, resting and god help you if he finds you doing something you shouldn't such as trying to lift something heavy.

Will hold your hair and rub you back, as well as bring you water while you're having your morning sickness.

"Babe? It's four in the afternoon. How come you're still sick?"

"Eren, it's called morning sickness but it can happen any time."

He'll click his tongue. "....That's a dumb name, then."

The first time he feels the baby kick within you, his heart absolutely melts. His eyes enlarge and you could swear you saw them soften with that spark behind his emerald greens he had when you were younger.

His large palm is warm against your stomach as he feels around, the little flutter of your child hitting against his skin making him flinch in surprise at first.

"Woah..." He'll gasp in amazement. "They're already so strong. Hey, y/n? Doesn't that hurt?"

"Sometimes." You'll laugh softly.

He'll gingerly place his face to your skin, a little embarrassed he's doing this; but he feels the need. "...Don't hurt your mom, okay?"

As your pregnancy progresses and you get larger, he will not leave your side. If he has to, he'll be worrying and you'll be occupying his mind. In a modern au, he'll constantly call and text and will get Mikasa or Armin to check in on you often.

Will be so gentle during love making. He's terrified he'll hurt the baby.

One of the only times you've seen Eren panic in his adult life is when your waters break.

You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. Climbed back into bed and felt a strange pressure, followed by a pop. Then a warm gushing sensation. You wait a few seconds to settle your own panic before you nudge Eren awake.

"Eren..."

He'll bolt up, confused. "What? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"Eren, my waters have broken."

"Shit. Okay. Shit. What do we do? Shit." He'll leap out of bed and throw the lights on. You get to your feet where more water will start to drop onto the floor. "Shit, shit. I'll get the bag. Do you need help getting dressed? Okay, where's my jacket? WHERE'S MY JACKET?!"

"Eren, honey I need to you calm down."

"Okay, sorry. I'm calm. Shit. Shit..."

Will hold your hand with a worried look the entire time you're in labour. Has water and snacks on hand.

Will watch in amazement as your child is pushed into the world. This magical moment changes something in him, but right now he's not sure what that is.

They will bond immediately. As soon as he holds your son/daughter he can't take his wide gaze off them.

They're inseparable.

Any doubts of being a bad father is washed away as he takes them under his wing and teaches them about the world.

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