#i assumed my earring had just bruised my shoulder but then I saw all the other spots that had been nowhere near my earrings

[challenger-fan-club]

art donaldson oral fixation. that’s all!

You couldn't help but staring at him. His hat which is turned to the back of his head, his small curls poking out the side. And he's chewing at his pen lid. Almost gnawing on it like a puppy that is teething. You watched as he swirls it in his mouth whilst he's thinking of what to write next. He pulls the pen out of his mouth, writes something down, and almost instinctively putting it back in his mouth. You could have sat and watched him for hours. You realised that you were staring and you tried to snap back to reality and focus on whatever book you're supposed to be reading. But your eyes fell back on him.

This time, he's chewing gum. You don't know when the pen moved, you just assumed that he was too busy writing. Maybe he was giving up smoking. You pondered as you watched him put the gum between his mouth and then poke his tongue through. You had to stop yourself from staring at him. You wondered what he would look like if he had a lollipop. You wondered if it was weird to go and buy him a lollipop just to watch him. You're daydreaming again.

You don't notice that he's gone as your thoughts ran wild watching him. "You okay?" He's leaning up against the chair next to you. You snap out of your daydream again. "yeah? Why wouldn't I be Art?" You didn't really know how to respond, or why he was talking to you. "Just I thought you were looking at me." His jaw clicked slightly as he chewed his gum next to me. You saw it briefly swirl around in his mouth and you try not to get too sucked in. "No? I wasn't looking at you." You think he can see through you because you're not a good liar. "It's okay if you were... I know I was looking at you." You couldn't help but grow a little bit red. He chewed a little louder as he noticed that you were looking at it. "Is it the chewing? Is it annoying you?" He smirked as he spoke. "no, no, it's just..." You let the thought trail off. You peaked his curiosity a little more. "it's just??" He sat down and moved closer. You didn't say anything for a little longer. "I just noticed that you were chewing your pen and then the gum, wondered if you're giving up smoking or something." Art laughed a little. "No no, still smoking, I know it's bad but... I just like having something in my mouth when I'm trying to focus." You could feel your face being much more red. "Oh really? Just pens and gum or do you need something else?" You couldn't believe how forward you're being but you knew if you didn't shoot your shot now, you never would get the chance again. "Oh no, I'd love something else to suck on." He flirted back, chewing loudly, almost chewing on his lip. "I'm sure I can call some guy to come help you focus." You tried to deflect a little. "Not my style." He was driving your crazy, he was inching closer and closer, almost whispering the words as he gave you a wink. "Oh yeah? What is your style?"

He moved your hair off of your shoulder and put his mouth next to your ear. "Want to get out of here and find out?" You almost gasp as he whispered in your ear. He closes your book for you, allows you to pack it up and pulls you through the corridors to his dormitory. He checked in again before kissing you. "We don't have to, you know. It's all a bit quick." He closed the gap between you to, your back to the door. "You don't need something to suck on?" You teased him and he smiled as he reached in to kiss you. He immediately started to pull on your bottom lip which was between his teeth, causing you to moan a little. He moved your hair again and started on your neck. He started sucking and pulling whilst he dragged you onto the bed. He kissed lower and lower on your neck, along your shoulder as he bit and sucked his way over your body. "Does that feel good?" He encouraged your moans. He pulled your dress off and your bra quickly followed as he showed how much he loved to suck on your chest. He left little bites and bruises all over them. You loved the attention that he was paying to your body. He licked your nipples before pulling them as he sucked in. He was almost hungry for your body, trying to suckle anything from your nipples.

You couldn't help but moan as he's switching between your nipples, trying to get anything to come out. You reach down and feel how hard he is, you try and reach into his trousers but he shakes you off. He's getting all his pleasure from having his mouth full. He moved his head down and places kissed down your stomach and along the line where your underwear meets your skin. He kissed over your thighs and down your legs before pulling your underwear off and throwing them over his shoulder. He immediately starts to suck again. He's moaning with every time he lets go, just to suckle again. The feel of his tongue against you, brings you closer and closer to orgasm but he didn't want to stop, kissing you, licking you and sucking on your clit. "you, taste, so, good." He moaned between each word. He moved his fingers inside you as he moaned against you as you got closer. "I needed this so bad." He loved every second. He loved having you in his mouth. He was starved and you gave him what you needed. "Cum for me." He demanded and you lose control of your body and moan louder and louder. Art doesn't stop. He keeps going and going until you pull his hair away from you. He tries to push back, like he hasn't got enough but you feel like you're going to pass out if he keeps going. He leans forward and kisses again, looking at your body as he sees the bruises forming. "I'm really not sorry." he joked as he inspects your neck. You're still trying to regain your breath. "That was more my style." He smirked at you.

[fraserbraw]

no worries at all!<3

could i request könig being jealous and protective over his bf? maybe one of könig’s friends is staring too hard, and he won’t stand for that!

no rush at all! take your time, love<3 and feel free to delete if this doesn’t interest you!!

ur so sweet anon! <3

jealous!könig

jealous könig lives in my head rent free, and i’m not ashamed <33

jealous könig my beloved

könig was already self conscious about being with you. he didn’t want to scare you off, especially not when he had just gotten his hands on a sweet little thing like you. plus, it was hard being a gay man in the military. he was a colonel, expected to be the best of the best, which also happened to include submitting to societal standards.

he kept you close to his chest because of this, making sure not a soul knew about the boy he had waiting at home for him. that isn’t to say that he didn’t like to show you off outside of his work though. you’d best believe he would take his sweet little boyfriend (who he called his husband, because you were basically married) to wherever he showed interest in. an aquarium, a park, some cafe he had never heard of. if his schätz wanted to go, they were going.

which is exactly what led you to this current situation. you had discovered a new club in the little austrian town he kept you hidden away in, and he wanted to treat you. he had just gotten back from deployment, bruises fresh and ears still ringing from too many explosions and not enough ear protection. you begged him to go, knowing he would quickly morph into a lazy lump of muscle and neediness as soon as he hit your shared bed.

so he went. he followed you to this club, despite his anxiety telling him to turn around and leave with you over his shoulder immediately. you seemed to be enjoying yourself, singing along to the too-loud music and rubbing against him in ways that he just had to assume were normal for couples in clubs. he tried to enjoy himself as well, but he couldn’t stand in this crowd of sticky, sweaty people for any longer.

he stepped outside to breathe for a second and a half, the black surgical mask he wore not providing nearly as much coverage as his sniper hood did. he went back inside after a few minutes, but you were nowhere to be found. hm. strange. then, he saw you. saw his sweet, harmless, and (in his eyes) defenseless boyfriend being hit on.

it took all of 3 seconds for the giant austrian to cross the club, standing behind you defensively. no matter how many “i have a boyfriend”s you shoved down the man’s throat, he didn’t get the hint. not until the aforementioned boyfriend towered over him.

“Sag noch ein Wort. Du traust dich ja nicht.”

könig didn’t say a word on the way home. he was brooding, jealousy hot and slick, clinging to his bones. he was so angry, vile thoughts creeping around in his mind. he hated feeling like this, his ruthlessness tied to you. you were sacred, his love, his soul. you didn’t deserve to be in the same place as the thoughts that made him könig on the battlefield.

when you got home, he had to take a second. you sat on the couch after changing into one of his giant shirts, nibbling on your nails as you waited for him to come to you with whatever was wrong. your könig rarely acted like this, and it made you nervous.

eventually he did come around, plopping down on the couch and pulling you into his hold. he buried his face in your neck, huffing your scent like the finest drug. you kissed his head before asking him what was on his mind.

“mein.”

you couldn’t help but smile a bit, kissing everywhere you could reach while trapped in his warm hold. “yes, my love. yours.”

safe to say, you made it up to him that night.

an: sorry this took so long, anon <333 i got uber busy with finals and blah blah blah. i hope you like it!!

[propertyofwhitney67]

I JUST SAW THE EVENT POST OKK

My request: M!whitney with F!PC with like... Pregnancy/lactation content. I feel like Whitney would get so possessive over a pregnant PC. My idea is probably mixed with jealousy too tbh.

I imagine a PC that starts lactating in the middle of class, everyone starts making fun- before whitney jealously claims her in front of everyone by fucking her.

Let me know if it's too specific! Definetly take some liberties I like seeing what you might come up with :)

Attention Whore

Whitney x AFAB!Reader

Prompt event: Pregnancy and Lactation

Words: 914

Tw: Pregnancy, lactation, smut, public sex,

Note: I'm sorry this took so long, I hope it's ok <3

River’s lesson was practically putting me to sleep, the same boring trig shit. I didn’t understand any of it, and Whitney’s constant distractions didn’t help. I decided to give up a long time ago on it, it wasn’t like I was going to need it anyway.

Exhaustion was catching up with me, and this was only the second class of the day. This pregnancy was kicking my ass, I’m tired all the time, my breasts are sore, and so many other fucking things that I don’t even want to think about. I would curse Whitney, but he’d only say I was practically begging for it.

I moved my desk closer to Whitney and rested my head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind, looking down at me with a smirk, then going back to fucking around with his friends. At least he was ok with this whole thing. He was terrified at first, but he’s since come to terms with it and is sticking by my side.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I was awoken by the sound of laughing. I tensed, opening my eyes to find River bracing himself against his desk and some students pointing at me. I looked up at Whitney for some kind of answer, but he wasn’t looking at me. His body was tense and he was staring down one of his friends. 

Lifting my head, I got a better understanding of what was happening. They were laughing at me, something about–oh fuck…Breast milk had soaked through my shirt, leaving wet spots. I immediately tried covering my chest before Whitney tossed me his jacket, hitting me in the face. I didn’t complain, putting on the jacket and watching him knock his friend to the ground. I assume they were the one to start this whole thing.

Normally River pulls them apart pretty quickly, but it seems he’s passed out. My lactation must have really gotten to him for some reason. The man faints too easily.

Whitney wasn’t holding back, really making sure to hurt the guy. The other guy got in a few punches too, but it was obvious Whitney was winning. I’m surprised how protective Whitney has become of me since I told him I was pregnant with his kid. I’m not complaining though, it’s nice. I also love seeing him covered in blood, so that's a plus.

Once he got out his anger, he turned to me with that look in his eyes. His nose was bleeding and his knuckles were bloody and starting to bruise. He pulled me out of the chair and to the ground, straddling my waist. “Whitney…?” I asked, somewhat afraid he was gonna do what I thought he was gonna do. Well, not afraid, more annoyed than anything.

“Quiet, slut.” He whispered in my ear, “I’m showing them who owns you.” He pulled up my shirt, exposing my breasts and baby bump. 

I hated the looks and whispers I’d get about my bump, they made me feel like some kind of common whore. It’s most noticeable when I’m naked or wearing tight clothes, so I do my best to hide it with baggy clothes, but that’s not always viable. 

He roughly squeezed my breast, causing me to gasp and more milk to leak out. I felt my face heat up at the cheers and shouting, “Fuck her!” “Make her cum!” “Make her beg!” “I want to see her cunt!” Their words only encouraged him more, flipping up my skirt and showing off my bare cunt. “Good girl.” He smirked, happy I was following the rules. 

I whined, my hormones betraying me. “Whitney…” Between the crude statements and Whitney’s touch, I could feel myself getting wet. I want–no, I need him to claim me in front of all these people.

“You’re such an attention whore.” Whitney chuckled, freeing his fat cock from his pants. He traced my slit with his cock, mixing his precum with my wetness. “So needy,” He pushed past my folds, resting the head of his cock against my tight hole. “So desperate for my cock to split you open in front of everyone.” He smirked down at me, squeezing my breast again. “Isn’t that what you want, slut?”

A small nod from me was all it took for him to roughly thrust inside my tight hole. “Fuck...” I moaned, his cock stretching me out perfectly.

He grunted in my ear, bottoming out inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He set a fast but steady pace, easily hitting that perfect spot inside me every time.

My body was sensitive and it didn’t take long after that for him to pull an orgasm from me. “Whitney!” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his back. “Please…fuck…” I whined as he fucked me through my orgasm, searching for his own.

He grunted and with one last thrust he came, painting my fall white with his cum. “Fucking slut…” He groaned, resting his forehead against mine.

I tuned out all the shouting and camera shutters, smiling as I felt him rubbing my growing stomach with his thumb. “We should probably get out of here.” I whispered to Whitney. I was tired and needed a new shirt and I’m sure he doesn’t want to deal with River’s shit when he wakes up.

“Taking you back to my place,” He smirked, helping me up from the ground and fixing my clothes, “I’m not done with you yet.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴���𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

[konigsblog]

How about yandere König, soap, and ghost (if that’s too many it’s fine!) when someone other than them hurts their darling

yandere könig, soap and ghost when someone other than them hurts their darling (gn!reader)

warnings: yandere behaviour, description of murder, blood, reader is scared of yan (sometimes) slight angst, making out, protective behaviour, obsessive behaviour

masterlist

simon ghost riley

-he saw it whilst you were making dinner, just as you flipped whatever, he saw the bruises on your arm you sustained from a few nights ago whilst out.

"[name], what is that??" he asked very bluntly, you nervously laughed it off, trying to explain it was just a bruise but he could tell through your eyes that were slightly glossy, you were lying.

simon sighed deeply, disappointed. "don't you lie to me now." he warned you, his eyes never leaving yours as he held the wrist in his hands. "when we were out a couple nights ago, a very drunk friend ran into me, grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard and he also kicked my shin.." you revealed your lower knee to him, a large bruise forming.

anger took over his mind, groaning, "what was his name?" he just kept questioning you. "simon it's really n-!" he cut you off, "tell me the truth. " si demanded, you could nearly see steam coming out his ears

-once you told him his name, he stormed off. he came back holding a gun, covered head to toe in blood, and holding a black bin bag, that seemed like it was carrying something heavy..

a body?

john soap mactavish

-you two were making out, he grabbed your thigh trying to pull your legs over his shoulder, you winced in pain.

he stared daggers into your eyes, "darling, what's this?" he pulled down your trousers, seeing a large bruise covering the whole of your upper thigh. "uhm, we-" you attempted to lie. trying to save your friend from a punishment.

"what is it?!" he grabbed your thigh, pushing down on the pain. "i won't stop until you tell me." you cried out, your leg feeling numb. "okay-okay!! it was [best friends name] they didn't mean -" abruptly, he rose to his feet and left the door. slamming it shut.

-a few hours past, you were stressed. nail hitting stressed. hard footsteps banged against concrete, the door opened with a click and a creak.

he stood their, gun in hand. his hair had splatters of a scarlet liquid dripping down to his neck and onto his white shirt. "i would do anything for you, love."

but what you heard was, "only i can hurt you." as you glanced to the bruise, it wasn't your friend. it was him.

könig

-just as you two were getting ready for a bath, you discarded of all your clothes before stepping into the foamy, bubbly hot water. "maus?" his voice cracked, assuming he did it.

"kö, it's just a bruise..!" you tried playing it off and switching the subject, but nothing would make him budge. he kneeled next to the bath. grabbing your wet leg. "please maus..." he begged, you couldn't say no.

"okay... it was a friend of yours, when we were over and you were asleep he wanted to do something - he was drunk though - i pushed him off of me and and he pushed and kicked my leg." you mumbled. it wasn't a lie, the man was drunk.

"thank you, baby." he cut the conversation there. it was quiet, awkwardly quiet. everytime you said something it was either; shut down, ignored or just a one word answer.

he wrapped a towel around your wet naked body, carrying you bridal style to your bed. he placed you down, cuddling into you - a nightly routine you had grown used to over the course while living with könig.

he traced around the bruise, making sure not to hurt you further. he was delicate. "schatzi, im not gonna be here tonight i have paperwork to do." he lied, you knew that.

anytime someone had disagreed with you, or hurt you, or anything of a sort. their screams filled the basements eerie silence. gunshots could've been heard, he stuck to a knife usually.

he came back up, drenched in blood. he got onto his knees and held his arms out in a hugging manner, you hugged him.

he loved you after all.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 11

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: NSFW, Smut

First (Consum)Mate

You knew it was a dream because the setting kept changing. One second you were in the sun of the island and the next you were in the dark of Kid's cabin. The constant was that you were on top of Killer, who was filling your ear with praise, your face shoved into his neck trying to muffle your sounds while Kid had a vice grip on your hips, yanking you back to meet his thrusts. 

Kid had dismissed Wire and Heat a while ago. He leaned against the wall, still pissed off. The captain had dragged Synth down to the brig to take his anger out on him, but damn you, you had already knocked him out. The fun part was listening to them beg or cry or scream and the piece of shit was dead silent. Kid was kicking himself for allowing a guest on his ship to get attacked. He had a reputation to uphold. The only person that was to be feared on this ship was him and only him, and sometimes Killer. Killer. When are ya going to come back ta us? Kid tried to focus his mind elsewhere by watching your back rise and fall. Every so often your breathing would change slightly. The longer he watched, he noticed sounds other than your breaths and small twitches periodically. He thought you might be having a nightmare. Kid contemplated whether or not to wake you up. He walked over to you and was about to shake your shoulder, but snatched his hand back when he saw the way you clutched at the sheets of the gurney. Those were notwhimpers of fright. His face went as red as his hair. It felt wrong to be privy to the sweet intimate murmurs coming from your mouth, especially since he knew you would loathe him for it, which is maybe why it turned him on so much. Kid knew he was a big pervert and was not ashamed of it. He was banned from walking the halls next to the women's quarters after dark for being caught with his ear against the door to the showers too many times. His ears perked up. Did she just...? He swore he heard you say his name. He didn't get a chance to listen for it again, unfortunately, as you started to wake up. 

Why do I always wake up at the best parts?  You groaned and stretched. "Man, I was about to cum, too," you mumbled. If you had only seen Kid's face as you said it. You looked around for Heat and noticed Kid right next to you, nearly slipping out of your skin with embarrassment. Should you assume he didn't hear it or should you try to cover it up? Or the secret third option: yell at him. "WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME SLEEP, YOU FUCK?" You kind of forgot that you thought he was going to skin you a few hours ago. Maybe you shouldn't have yelled at him. 

Kid grinned. "And wake ya up? When ya were having such a lovely dream?" He noticed for the first time that you were wearing an old shirt of Killer's. As if that wasn't enough to drive him insane with lust, it was bunched up, revealing your leg up to the hip. He was practically salivating, "Ya need any help with the ending?" 

You were confused. Earlier you thought he would be livid with you, yet here he was being a rabid horndog. "First of all, aren't you mad at me? And really? I'm..." you looked down at the various bandages and bruises. "I'm a fucking mess." You gestured to your face. "My fucking eye is gone." 

"The only reason I'm mad at ya is that ya didn't leave anything for me." He dug in his pocket for something, producing your log pose eye. You grabbed at it, but he pulled it away. "Still...pretty fuckin hot ta watch ya beat the shit outta him. Wish I saw the whole thing." He held your eye just out of your reach. Your leg fucking ached but you jumped for it. Kid leered at you, as every jump made your tits and thighs jiggle. You managed to catch his wrist. Reflexively, to get higher, you grabbed onto him like you were going to climb a tree, legs wrapped around his waist and your other hand buried in the feathers of his coat. In your determination to get your log pose back, it didn't occur to you the compromising nature of the position. You only realized that when you felt a cold, metal arm support your bare ass. "How bout we make another deal?" He set you on the edge of Killer's stretcher, placing himself between your knees. His dick was getting hard under your cold glare already, and the fact he could see that you had nothing on under your shirt didn't make it any less hard. Kid was initially going to trade your log pose back for a quick fuck, but your glare gave him an absolutely sinister idea. "I'll give this back... when ya earn it back." Kid rolled it around in his palm, licking his lips, and shoved it back in his pocket. 

Something about the way he said it made you shift uncomfortably, not because you didn't like it, but just the opposite. It gave you goosebumps. It made your skin hot. It pissed you off how much you liked when he was mean to you. You wanted to press your knees together but Kid stood in the way. "Sounds like I don't have a choice." 

"Ya don't," Kid put his hands on your knees and slid them up your thighs, gripping your ass and scooting you closer to the edge. His flesh hand dipped into your core, eliciting a groan from you. "All this just from dreamin about me?" He slipped another finger in, slowly testing what you responded to.

"Nndon't flatter yourself. Just haven't... in a long time." Your forehead was resting against Kid's lower chest as you tried to avoid feeding his ego. Metal moved your hand to touch him through his pants. You were glad he couldn't see the brief second where your eyes widened. Kid was well-endowed, you already knew that from the encounter on the island. It was different now that it was right in front of you, heavy in your hand as you stroked him over the fabric. You looked up into smoldering orange eyes, feeling small for once. "What about... uh..." Your eyes moved to Killer. 

"Hah? Get used it. Killer likes ta join in." Kid stopped moving his fingers and laughed. "I knew ya were Rotten." Kid withdrew his fingers, and licked them clean. He leaned down to bite your neck, trailing up to your ear. "Ya got so wet when I mentioned Killer. I think ya want him to watch." Kid hungrily kissed you, tongue running over your split lip and tasting blood. He moved your hand out of the way to unbuckle his belts and tugged his pants down just far enough to release his cock from its confines. "I bet ya were dreamin of the two of us splittin ya in two, weren't ya?" Kid grinned as he pressed against your entrance. 

You could have guessed Kid was big into dirty talk. "Do you ever shut u-?" You knew exactly what you were doing by taunting him and still sucked in air as he pushed his length into you. The burning stretch of your pussy around him made you forget whatever jab you were going to throw, instead the only thing coming from your mouth was a drawn out moan that he captured in a kiss. Already, you felt the tightening knot in your lower belly. Your arms went around his neck, with your fingers gripping his red locks, and your legs tightened around his waist.

He devoured every delicious whine, every little moan, sliding his tongue against yours. Your gummy walls felt so good squeezing his dick. He figured you would be tight, especially if you hadn't fucked in a while, but this was better than he imagined. His hands pushed your shirt further up, metal hand steadying your hips and flesh hand kneading your tits, just as soft and warm as he wanted them to be. It pleased him that you had tits big enough to take up his entire hand. Kid wanted so badly to flip you over and rail you from behind. That wasn't feasible in this space and neither was fucking into you at his normal blistering pace. He had to tone it down or the three of you would end up on the floor. 

One of your hands dropped to play with your clit as every thrust brought you closer to your climax. "Keep nnngoing, Cap-nn," you groaned. Kid's response was a grunt and to fuck you harder, his own words lost as he also approached his high. One last bump to your cervix had you unravelling, seeing stars. You pushed your face into Kid's shoulder to muffle your loud cries of pleasure, but Kid pulled your hair, forcing you to spill them to the world. When he did that, your head was turned ever so slightly, yet enough to see Killer sitting up on his elbows with wide crystalline-blue eyes. "K-iller!" You shrieked. 

Kid's mind was clouded with the pursuit of his own release, still pumping his hips in you. "I know ya didn't just say his name insteada mine," he panted between thrusts. He was too bewitched by pussy to be mad. You were completely frozen as Kid bent over you with a grunt, finally reaching his end. He saw you looking away from him. "What's yer deal, doll?" His hand was about to turn you to face him when his best friend's voice stopped him completely. 

"What the fuck, Kid?" 

Next

[goosewriting]

I've been thinking about the 7th scenario with Donnie but it's the reader the one that protected him (preferably if it takes place during the first shredder fight) and they manage to mutter the 36 pink prompt before passing out, and Donnie says the 3th purple prompt? (Don't worry they'll live, they're just gonna need some time to heal 😭)

Protect you (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

scenario 7: Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them. prompt 3: “Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.” prompt 36: “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

summary: reader shields Donnie with their body to protect him.

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: mentions of injuries, blood mention, reader gets flung around, happy ending 

word count: ~950

A/N: i couldn’t figure out how to place this in the shredder fight so it’s just a generic fight! :’) hang in there reader 🩹

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It all had happened so fast that Donnie was almost unable to process what was going on. One moment they were fighting an enemy as a team, the next you were thrown back like a ragdoll.

You were never meant to be a part of this fight. Regret and guilt fell over him, weighing him down on the spot, where he remained frozen for a split second as he watched your unmoving body lying on the ground at an awkward angle. 

Like a bolt running through him that startled him awake, the turtle heard himself calling your name, and he came running to you. Crouching down next to you, he held onto his bō staff planted on the ground for balance; he had also gotten quite a beating, just like his brothers. His legs felt like they were about to give out any moment, even more now that he saw you in this state. His other hand shakily reached out to wipe some dirt off your cheek, and his touch lingered. 

There was a nasty gash on your arm, a trail of blood trickled down from your temple and any visible skin was scratched and bruised. Your brow was furrowed, your face contorted in an almost comical grimace, trying to bite back the pain to give him a weak smile. Given the worried, almost desperate look in his eyes, you assumed you looked just as bad as you felt. 

Somewhere in the background you could hear the other turtles fighting, there was some metal clashing, grunts and yells. And as your eyes finally focused on Donnie’s face, you saw something moving from behind him. There were several big pieces of debris flying in your direction.

“Watch out!” you yelled hoarsely, and your body reacted faster than your mind. Grabbing Donnie by the shoulders, you pulled him to the side, rolling him over and climbing on top of him all in the same motion, so that your back was now shielding him. Immediately after your change in position you felt the debris hitting you and you couldn't help the yelp that escaped your lips. The impact pushed you even further down into the turtles’ chest, your arms doing their darndest to keep you up. But they gave out not a moment too soon, and you collapsed on top of Donnie. 

He called your name again, right from under you, but to your ears it sounded like it was far away. You felt him turn you around to pull your upper body into his lap, and everything was spinning around you. 

“Why did you do that?!” Donnie reprimanded you, voice laced with anger, worry, and everything in between. He quickly looked over your injuries and it didn’t take a doctor to see that you were badly hurt and needed medical attention ASAP. 

Wiping away the blood from your face, he searched your eyes, which were struggling to focus and starting to fall closed.

“No, no, no…! Please say something” he pleaded, voice cracking, his tears running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin onto your chest. “Why would you do that… I’m the one supposed to be protecting you!”

Using the last of your strength, you reached up with your trembling hand and wiped away his tears.

“I will never stop fighting for you” you said, and inhaled sharply at the pain in your chest when you spoke. “I will never stop protecting you.”

Your hand fell back down over your stomach, limp, and Donnie felt your body start to weigh down on him as you lost your conscience.

“Hey, no. Wake up” he patted your cheek repeatedly, choking back a sob. “You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

The last thing you heard was your name being called repeatedly, and then everything faded to black, the void calling to you with the promise of stopping the pain, and you had no strength left in you to fight back.

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When you woke up, you noticed two things: your surroundings had a purplish tint to them, and every single part of your body ached like you had never felt before. 

Once your eyes got used to the light, you looked around and realised you were lying on a makeshift hospital bed in Donnie’s lab. Your gaze wandered further to the side and you saw him sitting next to your bed on a chair, with his head on his arms, which were crossed on the little space available beside you. He was facing away from you, but holding your hand in his. You observed him for a moment, watching his uncovered shell rise and fall with his breaths.

You tried to sit up but grunted at the sharp pain that shot from the base of your back to the nape of your neck, so you limited yourself to squeeze his hand.

Donnie’s head shot up when he heard you, and that’s when you saw his arm was bandaged just like yours. He wasn’t wearing his mask, which was a rare sight, but allowed you to see he had a cut on his forehead. You let go of his hand to carefully graze over the gauze-covered cut with your knuckles, then cupped his face.

“You’re hurt” you croaked out.

The turtle scoffed and took your hand back in both of his.

“Stop worrying about me” he said, and it almost sounded like he was scolding you, but then his voice went so soft you almost didn’t hear him. “It was you who almost died out there.”

You gave him your best apologetic smile, closing your eyes and leaning back into the pillow to relish in the knowledge that he was safe now.

“I already told you: I’ll never stop protecting you.”

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Hidden away - Týr x plus size reader

Summary: Whilst searching for a suitable breakfast you happen to come across the old god of war and justice hidden away.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This gif does not match with the story but there isn't many God of War Ragnarök gifs out there (understandable because the game just came out) and for some reason I don't like using still images. ALSO I haven't finished the game (someone has already spoiled it for me which is annoying) so don't spoil even more for me or anyone else thank you. I'm already thinking of a part two if people want it.

“Sindri!” you grumble as you finally come out your cocoon that is you little bedroom.

You’ve hastily put on a blue overdress, the same one you were wearing all day yesterday, with a fresh long sleeved underdress on of course. The big golden broaches that hold up the straps of the dress, one made by each of your brothers (you were adopted well after they were born but they still insist you are apart of their family) with the Huldra symbol moulded into each of the shiny metal rounds are the only clean part of your outfit, your dress covered in powdered paint and glue now dried clear.

Need to say you really need to give your dress a good scrub.

Bare feet hit the shallow steps that were really made only for your brother’s short stature lead down to the open planed ground floor, your bones clicking as you smooth down your clothes over your curves, not bothering to do your hair quite yet.

“Sindri!” you call again this time a bit louder as you head to the kitchen area.

The last you saw of your bother he had quickly popped into your bedroom, which is also your workroom where you paint your murals. He had excuse himself for he was going to go help young Atreus and his father. He said something about Tyr and Brok but really half of it went in one ear and out the other for you were painting and not paying attention to your non blue brother.

You lazily look around for some food to eat whilst also seeing who’s around, Sindri did say he’d be back with Brok, Atreus and Kronos but the tree house is awfully quiet without the bickering of your dwarven brothers along with the clinking of metal tools.

For a moment you stop and look around, you debate calling out again but you don’t.

Instead you find an apple to eat, a bruised one but an apple all the same. You don’t want to be cooking, it’s too early and you’re not the best at it (seem it runs in the family), so you take a big bite out the red and yellow fruit frowning at the chalky texture.

“Where are the porridge oats?” you wonder out loud as you rummage around for the food.

Porridge may not be the first or second thing you’d want to eat in the morning for its awfully bland on its own (and you still want to do as little as possible because you’re tired and in need to finish your painting) but you search for it anyway.

Mediocre apple half eaten you wonder over to the doors leading to what you assume is a pantry, well you thought it was.

You see this isn’t your home, well it is now that the end of times is coming but you didn’t live here before fimblewinter.

Before you lived out in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods living off the land and painting your artwork in peace. Now you cramped in your brother’s spare room for he insisted you move in with him when a group of raiders attacked you home.

“Brok?” you call out. Brok always shouts at you back, he’s your older brother and he loves you but he finds you and your shouting annoying. Sindri would say that you’re just as bad as each other with all the shouting and swearing, two peas in a pod but Brok insists you aren't.

You hear no shouting of your blue brother so you push open the door of what you think is a pantry the thing only open just a bit enough to squish you plush body through. It takes another budge from your shoulder to push the door inwards more, the something that once blocked the door moving away.

Either you’ve become very strong or whatever was blocking the door walked itself backwards.

“What the?” you whisper to yourself as you peak down around the door not see a random box or a weapon that Brok has left around, no, you see a big foot.

Eyes gone wide you slowly look up to see a man, a giant man, a man you have never seen in your entire life before waking up from his make sift bed in the small storage room.

Long dark hair drapes over his face that’s very sleepy looking, his glowing eyes barley open with little bits of sleepy in the corners as he peers up to you.

You want to act on instinct, grab the nearest blunt heavy object and throw it at him followed by running away but his eyes pool with confusion like a animal who has encountered a lost human in the middle of the woods only to run away themselves.

You assume you’ve just woke him up by barging in, his foot obviously being the object you though you moved to open the door just a bit.

You hope you haven’t hurt him in anyway.

“Who are you?” you ask in a stern but quiet voice, not wanting to scare away the giant man who now sits up from his slump.

“I could ask the same thing.” his voice makes you shiver, a warmth travels up your neck.

“I live here thank you very much.”

Already your eyes look the man up and down, his height sitting up taller than your brothers at full height, he must be a giant or part giant you think. The only part giant you’ve met is Atreus and well, Thor as well but you do not like to talk about that.

“Are you a giant?” you ask as you step a bit closer, your body now over the door frame, you now fully into the small room.

“Giant, do you mean Jötnar?” his voice, though laced with a sleepy croak one has when you’ve just awoken, sounds almost playful but also wise.

“I’m sorry, Jötnar, I’ve been around Brok and Sindri too long to remember the proper names for everything-“ you’re babbling but you do so to justify you slip up of calling him a giant, “I’m a human but technically I’m a Midgardian, I do not mean any offence.”

“I don’t take any-“ he talks with his hands, he moves them in a certain motion urging you to give him your name.

“(Y/n). Sister of Brok and Sindri.”

Holding out your hand and despite him sitting down he easily returns the greeting. His large hand wraps around your forearm, his digits squishing your soft skin lightly, his touch light as a feather like he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. You wrap your own hand around his forearm, your own fingers aching as they stretch around the wide width of his arm.

He goes to part from your greeting but you grip on his arm pulling on it like you intend to pull him up off the floor. You know you can’t, you’re not that strong, but it’s a kind gesture to say 'here, I can help you up' to the tall man.

When you were little and smaller than your brothers you’d try pulling them up despite not being able too, they’d get up just fine but they were always thankful for the so called ‘help’. Maybe it’s a childish thing to do, especially to a stranger, but the part Jötnar man looks so tired, so in himself like he doesn’t know who he is.

He pulls himself up just fine, your hand still lingering on his arm. He does not mind, he actually likes the feeling.

“Sister?” he asks.

“Adopted.” You say back with a smile.

“Ah. I see.” He looks down at you with his glowing eyes, not a bad emotion crossing his eyes as he looks at you, “I’m Tyr by the way.”

You mind runs wild.

Atreus and Kronos succeeded in freeing him!

“Well Tyr, would you like some breakfast-“ you raise you other hand that still hold the half eaten apple, “- I was looking for something more substantial to eat than this apple.”

“I would be grateful for one, I-I haven’t had a good breakfast in quite a while.”

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Earth 42 Miles Struggles (Angst + Au!)

A/N - From a tiktok, Earth 42 Miles is apparently more skinnier than Earth 1610 Miles so... ANGST IDEAS, this is just a fic to show Prowler Miles struggles. To add on my fic, I headcanon that Prowler works with kingpin. I am not sharing the video cause tiktok plays unfair with me and leaks my tiktok account. Alsoo... I'm using a translator so sorry for the bad spanish. Side note, Is it safe to assume Miles is still 16 in this?

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Would like to say thank you for giving me permission to base this off the fic I'm making, that's all ^^!

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Miles stood behind Kingpin, his mask over his braided hair as he listened to his conversation with Dr. Olivia. Today was like no other, Kingpin plotting for the collider and Dr. Olivia telling him recent results.

He was not interested, to say the least. All he was worried about was his mom getting enough to eat and finishing his assignments before dawn.

He was getting slimmer and lankier by the second. But he didn't mind. Every time he lifted his shirt, he saw the faint outline of his ribs poking out his skin.

Not to mention his sunken eyes for staying up late to do his assignments and the missions Kingpin makes him go through. With every mission or assassination he has to go through, it's either a new bruise or a scratch or worse, a stitch.

He only sighed at the thought as Dr. Olivia nodded goodbye and Kingpin turned to look at him.

His shoulder couldn't help but tense as Kingpin slowly walked towards him.

"Go along now, I know you still have your homework or something," Kingpin said in his low voice and Miles nodded, his mask disassembling as he sauntered on outside but was suddenly stopped by Kingpin.

"Hey, Miles."

He slowly turned around but unexpectedly his cheeks were suddenly grabbed by Kingpin, dragging him back and pulling him close, Mile's head, cramped in Kingpin's palms.

He winces a little as his clawed gloves grasp onto Kingpin's arms as he's lifted up, one eye closed as he struggles against the grip.

"I heard what happened in the last mission. Don't mess up, alright?" He asks in a harsh whisper, if Kingpin closed his palms out of fury, Miles's head would be squashed.

Nothing much happened during the mission he went on but, if anything did happen, it would be bad for him and Kingpin.

Though killing the last scientist Kingpin assigned him to, the family walked in. It was horrifying for the family and Miles, Kingpin must've heard the news but no worries, he would deal with it.

"Yes, Boss.." He manages to muster. Kingpin shifts his gaze and his glare is bitter.

He clicks his tongue and he throws Miles back down on the ground, harsh and rough, making Miles groan. Miles blinks away stray tears and he gets up, pain shooting up his sides.

He limped on his way out, hissing in pain with each step he took. He rounded a corner and saw Dr. Olivia, already waiting for him with guilt shining in her eyes as she saw Miles holding his sides in pain.

She was different from Kingpin, she did care. She gave him food from time to time but not money. Miles didn't know why she did but he let it happen nonetheless.

He looked up at her and she held a plastic container. "Here, I had some leftovers." She whispered, extending her arm.

Miles used his free hand to take the food and limped past her, Olivia eyeing him as he left Alchemax, his breath shuddering from the pain.

On the way home, he changed out of his Prowler suit and reached home and already saw his mother waiting for him by the table and was expecting what she was gonna say.

"Miles, I can't cook today. Lo siento, cariño." She apologized, rising from her seat and cupping Miles's cheek as he smiled softly, just knowing his mother was safe,

"Te encuentras bien? Estás cojeando.." She muttered as she tucked a braid behind his ear, her eyebrows knitting together, noticing the way he held his side.

"Mom, it's fine. Traje comida." He assured her, holding up the plastic container, her eyes widened as she hesitantly took the food and set it on the table.

"Qué hay de ti?" She asked as Miles moved away from her hands, making his way to his room.

"I won't eat anytime soon... No comeré pronto… Tengo que hacer tareas y la comida se echará a perder porque para entonces ya la habré olvidado." He explained and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Just eat." He said softly and his mother sighed, guilty, her eyes begging him not to shut her out again. He didn't want his mother to be guilty about eating the food all by herself but he wanted his mother to be healthy and well even if he wasn't.

He walked into his room and he sunk in his chair, sighing and staring at the paper laid out before him. His shoulders were aching and his sides were still hurting, had Kingpin thrown him down too rough?

He walked over to the mirror and lifted his shirt, at first, he saw the vague outlines of his ribs on his skin but then, he saw the bruise, placed arrogantly on his sides.

He clicked his tongue and stared at the other scars on his body placed around him. None stuck out, he traced the stitch on his sides and he dropped the shirt, letting it cover him again.

These scars were painful, mentally and physically but he had to ignore those feelings, for his parents. He did this for a reason and complaining was not an option and he had already etched himself too deep in it to stand back.

He went back to the desk and sighed, rubbing his eyes and at that moment, he felt like his eyebags had deepened.

He picked up his pencil and his pen and started working on his assignments, and he wasn't stopping until morning.

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A/N - Hello!! Author again, hope you enjoyed that and please, tell me if you want more ^^! Possibly an X reader? Anyways, I'm sorry if it isn't to your liking :( It's okay though, people have different preferences, also credits to gab1sbestie and this hasn't been edited yet so there's gonna be mistakes, I assume. Thank you and that is all, have a great day!

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Basement - Dean Winchester

Title: Basement - Dean Winchester Words: 1,859 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Violence.

Prompt:

Locking Dean in your basement.

I put the phone to my ear. 

"Yeah?" I spoke instantly knowing it was my partner. 

"They've split up so I'll follow the tall one, he seems the most suspicious," he commented before hanging up. I put the phone back on the table and continued to clean my gun. I played my music and was glad AC/DC was the first thing to come on. I turned the TV on and read the subtitles as the sound couldn't be heard over the music. I sighed seeing the small-town news only repeating itself. Not a lot happens here so when there are suddenly three deaths of a similar nature it's all anyone is talking about. 

"Still our police force is looking into the deaths. In other news, a girl has gone missing." Well, this is new. "Witness reports say that a girl! Lucy Bodaga was grabbed outside of her home, here is an interview with the witness," even off duty I find myself working. The flashing lite on the remote sprung me into action. I installed a little security in my house so I knew when the doors or windows were opened. I loaded my gun and approached the door. No one is supposed to be here but me. I slowly crept towards the door and saw a glimpse of a shape walking into a doorway. No clear shot as they were already out of view. I continued to creep as I followed the person into the dining room where I had just exited out of another door, the guns were still on the table. I walked over to see a guy with his back to me looking down at the guns and my handcuffs. 

"Into some kinky shit," the guy commented assuming no one would hear him.  

"No, I'm an officer," I announced from behind him with my gun aimed at his shoulder. He froze before sighing. "Turn around with your hands up," I instructed and he put his hands up showing he was holding a shotgun. I tightened my grip around my pistol. He turned around and now I couldn't clearly see that it was Dean Winchester, a guy my partner had been following. "Put the gun to the ground," I added which he did slowly. "Take three steps back." He once again did as he was instructed. I walked forward, still aiming my gun at him as he watched me intently. I grabbed my handcuffs and approached him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back," he turned around, and I put my gun in my waistband slowly so he wouldn't hear that I was unarmed. I snapped one handcuff on his wrist before he quickly turned around and pushed me to the ground. My hand instantly landed on his shotgun. I cocked it as I aimed it at him. He groaned as he noticed I was armed again. "Considering the bruises on your face I assumed you would be a good fighter," I chuckled but he scoffed. 

"Wouldn't want to damage a beautiful face," he commented as I stood up. 

"Someone didn't think the same thing for you," I added making him chuckle. I didn't mean to say he had a beautiful face it just kind of came out. "Since you don't want me to handcuff you maybe you should do it yourself," I commented making him sigh. "Walk," I instructed gesturing with the gun to the basement door. He walked slowly. We started walking down the stairs before he stopped in the centre of the room. "Cuff yourself to the pipe," he groaned as he approached the pipe. "Shouldn't have broken into my house then," I commented with a chuckle. 

"I'm just trying to help solve the murders," he commented making me sigh. He snapped his handcuff to the pipe. 

"You know I thought that but once we did a search on you we saw that you were dead, twice actually," I explained and he groaned. 

"I hate cops," he sighed. 

"Well that's why you're here and not the precinct, my partner and I believe you have cops on the inside," I explained making him chuckle. 

"Of course, you'd think that," he commented with a chuckle. 

"How else would you explain getting away so often? Two cops have killed you off, they wouldn't just do that," I explained and he chuckled. 

"I saved their lives," he shrugged so I smiled. 

"Maybe, I don't want to take any chances," I commented. He was silent for a minute as I sat at the bottom of the steps watching him. 

"You're really going to watch me? Do you want me to dance or something?" He joked making me laugh. 

"I don't want you out of my sight," I commented making him smirk. 

"I knew you had the hots for me as soon as you said I had a beautiful face," he commented making me chuckle as I looked away, a little awkward that he noticed the accidental compliment. 

"I think the bruises make you look better actually, like a Frankenstein monster kind of way," I joked making him laugh. We were silent again. The song changing upstairs was the only sound that could be heard. 

"This your partner's music?" He asked in a small talk kind of way. 

"You think just because I'm a girl I can't like rock music?" I asked making him chuckle. 

"Favourite song?" He asked dodging the question. 

"Don't fear the reaper - blue oyster cult," I commented, indulging him in some conversation. He looked impressed. 

"So you're not afraid of death?" He asked looking at me with bored eyes. 

"Don't fear something that's inevitable," I shrugged and he nodded. 

"I've met death, he likes pizza," he commented making me chuckle. 

"I read somewhere that you're a Satanist," I shrugged making him laugh. 

"You're not scared I'll pray to him and kill you," he added in a questioning tone. 

"I believe the real devil is in everyone. No one is good, having a person or a fallen angel to blame is just something humans did to feel good about themselves," I shrugged and he smiled as he surveyed me. 

"So what's the plan? Are you going to keep me as your little pet? The handcuffs could come in handy," he charmed making me chuckle. 

"Well sooner or later your brother will turn up so we'll see how that goes," I shrugged and Dean smirked. 

"You're not scared at all," he commented making me chuckle. 

"As far as I see it, you can't do anything in handcuffs." I shrugged making him laugh.

"Well, that's not true. I've done a lot in handcuffs," He smirked, his eyebrows raised suggestively. I smirked knowing he was probably right. He can't be that hot without having experience in the bedroom.

"Good luck with that," I commented but he chuckled, Licking his lips and bringing his bottom lip between his teeth to bite it. I raised an eyebrow, using my best poker face to hide the fact that the move made me weak.

We were quiet again and I took this time to asses his gun. I noted that his shotgun shells were full of what appeared to be salt. 

"Salt makes ghosts disappear until we can find a way to get rid of them," he explained making me chuckle. 

"So now you're ghost hunters?" I asked putting his gun back to normal. 

"Have been since a child," the conversation fell as he looked a little disappointed or upset. I decided to let it slide. The door opening to the basement caught my attention and I saw my partner leading Sam down the stairs. "Sam don't shoot," Dean announced. 

"Okay," Sam replied as he came into view of Dean making Dean sigh. I chuckled. Dean's protecting me? Interesting development. My partner guided Sam to the pipe and handcuffed him to it as well. My partner approached me. 

"No fight?" He asked making me laugh. 

"He didn't want to ruin my beautiful face," I quoted making him laugh. 

"Wish Sam did the same courtesy," he commented making me laugh as I noticed his busted lip and slowly forming bruises.

"You want to go grab them some chairs?" I asked but really it was an instruction. He looked at me unimpressed making me chuckle. He walked up the stairs with a bit of a stomp. "Want any drinks?" I asked and Sam looked to Dean confused. 

"Beer?" Dean questioned so I nodded. I looked at Sam expectantly. 

"I'll have the same," he commented making me nod again. I walked up the stairs and grabbed 4 beers. My partner, Jackson, struggled to carry the chairs making me laugh as I walked past easily. I walked back into the basement to hear the brothers stopping their conversation. We can't take our eyes off of them. They've probably already made an escape plan. I opened the beers and handed them both one with their spare hand. The chairs were brought downstairs and put beside them. I adjusted the cuffs so they could sit comfortably without the blood from their arms going elsewhere. Jackson and I sat on the bottom steps watching them as we all drank our beers.

"We're just going to wait this out, if someone dies while you're both here we'll let you go," I explained.

"What?" The three of them asked in unison.

"As far as I see it you're not doing any harm," I shrugged and Dean smiled at me brightly. Sam and Jackson looked sceptical. I shrugged and sat comfortably while we waited. Hours passed and we just sat quietly listening to the music playing upstairs. 

"Jackson," a voice called through my police radio. I handed him the radio. He walked upstairs to talk to the operator. Once he was gone I turned to Sam and Dean.  

"So, you believe in ghosts, do you think they're killing people?" I asked unsure if I wanted to know the answer. 

"We think it's a vampire," Dean commented and Sam looked at him in disbelief. "She's real," Dean shrugged making me chuckle. 

"A vampire? Indulge me, how do you kill a vampire?" I asked and Sam looked confused. 

"Decapitation," Dean said simply making me chuckle. 

"So you're going to go around chopping heads off? You had me for a minute. I thought it could possibly be a vampire for the biting and the blood draining but now I'm lost." I explained and Dean shrugged. 

"You can also kill them with dead man's blood," Sam chirped making me nod. Just in case I'll remember that. I turned to Jackson who sighed. 

"Another death," he shrugged making me sigh. Looks like it's not them. I walked over with the key to the cuffs. 

"I'll give you an option, either leave town or let me hunt the killer with you," I explained undoing Sam's cuffs. Sam looked at Dean a little sceptically. Dean sighed. 

"Fine you can come with us," he groaned making me smile as I undid his cuffs. 

"We got some work to do then," I commented as I started hearing towards the basement door.

I had no idea what was about to happen.

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bill weasley x reader

synopsis: new revelations under a set of stars

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bill had never been one to cause any fights, let alone land the first blow. but as his fist connected to amon inkwell’s nose, watching as the boy fell back onto the pavement, in almost slow motion, bill thought back to the conversation that he had overheard, causing this situation.

his legs had been shoved over the ledge, the bridge was his favorite spot, quiet and normally empty, it was always the perfect time to smoke a smuggled cigarette, and ponder over his life. his red hair was blowing just over the side of his face, as he exhaled the smoke. a quick huff when he turned suddenly, hearing the door creak open, he saw a group of boys messing around, and went back to his cigarette.

he kicked his feet as he heard the boys near him, and just a few pillars down, sat to have their conversation. their voices carried to his ears, and bill couldn’t help but pay attention, especially as he heard your name.

“..senna mentioned that y/n was a virgin. desperate to get it over with, she said. i say, i volunteer myself. offer a date, and a little bit of private time?” he laughed, and the rowdy laugh of the other boys joined in.

bill huffed, and before he knew it, he was landing blows left and right to amon’s face, the other boys having to use all their strength to shove him off.

“talk about her again and i’ll kill you!” he threatened, his eyes wild as the boys peeled amon off the floor, his face already bruising and swollen.

you burst through the infirmary doors with a stern look on your face. your hair blew back with the wind and bill noticed your expression. he rolled his eyes, and shook his head, “i’m fine.” he said as you neared, but didn’t say anything as you peeled back the bandages and looked at his hand. cut and bruised, there was still some dried blood. you sighed, “god, really bill?!” you wrapped it up tightly, causing him to hiss, “it’s not that bad, y/n. just a battle wound.” he tried to seem his usual, nonchalant self, but this behavior was not like him at all. bill was one to argue, maybe even get a little loud, but violence had never been a thing associated with the weasleys.

bill looked down, “at least amon and his goons have decided not to say anything. i assume that’s not just because of me?” he looked at you, smirking slightly and you shrugged, “i can also pack a really good punch.”

bill nudged you, smiling, “im sorry, for what they said. i- i just got really mad.” he shook his head and you scoffed, “relax, weasley. you have my full gratitude for defending my honor, and for canceling that date unintentionally. i had found it hard to say no.” you admitted, and bill nodded, “you should lose it with someone you love, not someone like amon.”

you blushed, “ah. yes, i,” you cleared your throat, “listen, i’ll see you later. i have to get to an exam for divination but are we still on for tonight?” you stood up, brushing your robes down, bill noticed that your face was incredibly red, and he looked down, “yes. i’ll see you then.”

the quidditch field was almost ominous, the heavy flapping of the tents in the wind created a noise that had you looking over your shoulder, but seeing bill already on his back, looking up at he stars, you felt safe. you ran towards him, and landed next to him, lying down.

“evening, weasley.”

he smirked, looking at you, “evening, y/n. how was your exam?”

you shrugged, “bleak. the professor said she saw ‘something of a revelation’ in my tea leaves.” you scoffed, and reached into bills robe pocket. the semi crushed cigarette pack was pulled out.

bill laughed, “not very open minded are we?” he teased you, and took the pack out of your hand. you watched him light it, and draw a large inhale. bill noticed your silence and looked at you, “what’s wrong?”

you laughed bitterly, “i can be open minded!” you defended yourself, taking the cigarette from him.

bill rolled his eyes, laughing, “yes, of course, and im a non smoker.” he threw his head back onto the grass, and you shoved him.

“this isn’t funny. i- i’ve done a lot of open minded things.” you held out the cigarette, “look! im smoking, i never smoked until i met you!” you sounded unsure of yourself and bill could tell, “that stick is so far up your ass you cant even convince yourself.” he joked, and you let out a laugh, “okay, that was a little funny.”

“yeah, i know.” he mocked his arrogance and folded his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, “show me your open minded side, show me that rebellious girl.”

you inhaled the smoke, and without even thinking, you leaned down, blowing the smoke over bills face, your lips kissing his suddenly.

bill reacted with his hand holding your head, leaning up to meet your lips with a hunger he didn’t know he had.

you kissed him deeply for a minute, unsure of what to do, but bill was leading the kiss, heavy on the tongue.

you pulled back with a smile, “see? i did something i would never do.”

bill smirked, “kissing me cannot actually be that bad.”

you shrugged, “it wasn’t, but you’ve been passed around so much that i should probably head down to one of those muggle clinics and see if i caught anything.” you joked, and bill tipped his head back with a laugh, “at least i’ve been passed around.”

you rolled your eyes, “ha, ha. not funny, weasley.” your mood had suddenly felt spoiled, and you took a frustrated drag.

bill sat up, and shook his head, “i’m sorry. that wasn’t very nice, was it?”

you looked at him, and you sat back, handing the cigarette to him, bill tossed it aside, “no it wasn’t. but i guess i can’t blame you. seventh year and still a virgin? im pathetic.”

bill shook his head, “no you’re not. half the guys here are all knobs, you don’t have to do anything, especially because you feel like there’s some sort of pressure.”

you sighed, “you’re just saying that because we’re friends. last i remembered, you had girls on standby, waiting to take a ride on the weasley express.”

bill wrinkled his nose and you laughed, “that was in bad taste, im sorry.” you admitted and bill shrugged, “no it’s fine. im a slag.” you laughed loudly now, and shoved him.

you and bill got into a slight tumble as he shoved you back, you losing your balance and falling down onto the grass, he paused the little fight and smiled up at the sky, “remember what i said in the infirmary? do it when you’re ready, with someone who you love.”

you looked at bill, his face watching the sky was bordering even more beautiful than the constellations themselves, and suddenly that urge to kiss him hit you again.

bill turned to look at you, and as he did, you were already leaning down to kiss him again.

you crawled on top of him, your legs on either side of his, you kissed him roughly.

as much as bill would’ve loved to keep kissing you, he paused, and pulled back, his hands holding your face, “what are you doing?” he knew exactly what you were doing, but it was if you had really wanted to be doing this, that he questioned.

“you said to lose it to someone i love.” your hands reached down to the white collar poking underneath his sweater, “i love you, bill weasley.”

bill nodded, “i never thought you’d say that.” and bill kissed yoh again, wondering just how a wonderful girl like you, someone who had been his friend for years, seen the ugly and the bad side of him, had seen his family, met them, spent summers with them, had chosen him.

he was not like anyone in hogwarts, good or for bad. but you looked at him like he mattered.

and as his hands trailed up to your skirts, peeling back the elastic, you looked at him and nodded, wondering just how perfect this moment was.

and as bill took you for his own, your cries echoing out into the quidditch field, you on your back and bill on top of you, your eyes focused on the constellations in the sky, and suddenly you saw what bill saw. the constellations were in harmony, and as you came, bill fucking you right into it, his declaration of love came out as a groan, his lips kissing yours.

[hey-hamlet]

Since you mentioned that we can at least ask about MHA legend of zelda crossovers, how about this idea? The Triforce is passed down once a generation. And Pchako, Bakugo and Izuku are all candidates to receive a piece. And thanks to the last holder of Power having been AFO, Power has a bad rep. Duo to his attitude, Bakugo has been called that he'll get Power for sure. He's even bought into that idea. Then when the day comes, Bakugo Courage, Ochako Wisdom and Izuku gets Power.

OOOOOO ok ok ok I adore any content that addresses just how feral and unhinged Izuku is so Yes. I'm actually going to switch Ochako and Bakugo, I think. Bakugo's not actually as brave as her, in my opinion - he's just not scared. He's also wise in both battle sense and academically, so I think it'd suit him. He'd also be kind of mad about it, which is funny.

Ochako's parents were rich merchants with noble blood before she was born but they fell out of favor with the wealthy and have been just scraping by. When she was born with a softly glowing golden birthmark behind her ear her parents should have been excited. It was their path back into nobility - a child marked with the triforce was a blessing! One that solidified their place in nobility. But, a child of the triforce is Hyrule's child, not theirs. Not their baby girl, their only child - but a god's newest form. They keep quiet until she's 12, as long as they can wait, only a week after the second boy is found. They play up their ignorance, pretend they didn't know what the mark meant. All they can hope is that shes not marked for power

The Bakugo's were powerful nobles, ecstatic to see their son born with the golden mark on the palm of his hand. Due to their social clout their son wasn't taken from them, but he was given a prince's education. Due to his future power, he was paired with the young son of a kitchen maid, only a few days his junior, to act as a playmate and attendant. He grew up proud and brash and angry - his confidence and skill with a blade meant people assumed he must be Power, and his loud anger at the whispers meant he must be cruel. He was never nice to his playmate - the stupid boy wanted to fight along side him (but without the triforce, without the power of a god the rising tide of monsters would kill him - kill the only person really loyal to him and not the idea of what he could be) so Katsuki had to show him who the powerful one really was.

Izuku was born the night his father died, the night the great evil All for One was slain, the night his mother ran from their richly appointed manor to a stable at the foot of Hyrule castle. The golden triangle over his heart was a death knoll that all but ripped Inko's heart out of her chest the second she saw it. Just like his father's - the triforce ran in the royal family, only those with noble blood, those who had the blood of god in them, could be blessed like that. Bless, she thought spitefully, like the demon king? Or like Hisashi, a man she had loved, a man she'd seen grow greedier and greedier with his attentions, with his need for power, until he couldn't hide that Hisashi was a polite fiction told by the kingdom's doom. Izuku was raised alongside another boy with the triforce, Katsuki. Inko hoped that the brash boy's goodness would rub off on her son, so she turned a blind eye to the bruises and scrapes he left.

The day Ochako, the oldest by a few days, turned 16, their aspect of the triforce claimed them. Ochako, her broad shoulders and bright smile showing her courage. Bakugo, for all he was a brash bully, he couldn't hide his wisdom. And little Izuku, smallest, youngest and thinnest of the lot, with his big doe eyes and watery smile, for his power.

[gripefroot]

Crooked Ways [21/22]

For a man that had just spent the last hours in the throes of pleasure (or so she assumed - she’d been in the throes of pleasure, so she assumed he must have been as well) Vegeta looked mightily grumpy. 

He was propped up against the headboard. Not sitting up straight, not laying down. Slouched. Head turned away from her and eyes closed. His brows knit tightly together, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Not deep enough that he was sleeping, of course, but deep enough that he may have been faking. 

Bulma, her head on her arms and resting on his thighs, just watched him, wondering why he was frowning. 

Hadn’t he liked it? She had plenty of evidence that he’d had just as much pleasure as her: the noises he’d made, the expressions on his face, every movement he’d made had tinged her with an urgent need that Bulma had thought leaked from him. Could she be wrong? 

Could men orgasm multiple times and dislike the act of lovemaking? 

Could Saiyans? 

Perhaps it hadn’t been the sex. Her own frown wrinkled her face then, fingers tracing absent circles on his bare thigh. What else could it be, then? She certainly felt something new between them, but that was no guarantee he could sense it, too. She didn’t even know for certain what it was. 

Or…it could have been Yamcha’s appearance. Or before that, the discussion of scenting and rings. Vegeta certainly could have plucked something to be angry about from the evening, holding it back until he decided to blame her for something. 

“Your ki is stronger than usual,” he said without turning. He didn’t speak loudly, but the tenor of his voice rippled through the room. 

“I haven’t been working out,” Bulma replied with a smile he didn’t see. 

“That’s obvious.” 

Wow. Talk about attitude. She peeled herself away from his lap to sit facing him. The glint of black eyes observing her every mood made her smile, and she leaned over to poke a finger into each side of his mouth, pulling them upward into a bastardized form of a smile. 

“There you go,” she said sweetly, laughing at the deep creases appearing in his forehead. Vegeta pushed her hands away. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. 

“No, my hands are - ”

“Not then. Earlier.”

Earlier? What was earlier? It was true that Vegeta could get rough sometimes in bed, but he’d never hurt her. A few bruises here and there, but whether they came from his hands or fingers or teeth, Bulma had never felt the pain of them in the moment, only the pleasure. Tilting her head to the side, she studied his profile in the indigo light of the night. 

“When I…it seemed lighter. And I thought I saw…”

“Oh! The sparks!” Bulma sighed in relief. She’d forgotten - it had been their first romp of the night that Vegeta had been the most intense, the most passionate. At least she knew now she hadn’t imagined the blue sparks curling around his ears and up his hair before wisping away into darkness. “No, honey. I’m not hurt.” 

He grunted, his face still angled away. “When will that robot be done? The one you said would be twenty feet tall.” 

“Oh. Um. I can…get it done in a week?” 

“I’m leaving.”

The pronouncement dropped like a stone. No, not a stone. A boulder. 

No. Not a boulder. A planet. 

Bulma clutched at the blankets of the bed, drawing them up as she felt the painful thud of her heart picking up a frenzied pace. Of course he’s leaving. He was always destined to. Just like everyone else. Everyone always leaves, and you’re lucky if they come back to beg for money or help. 

“Why?” she asked, hating how shrill she sounded. 

Vegeta’s shoulders shook with his scoff. “Tch. Do I need a reason?” 

“Yes!” Only his inhuman strength kept Bulma from shaking him. “You idiot! Where else are you going to find a place as perfect as this? Free food? A comfortable bed? All the training space and materials you can want, without consequences for how much damage you do to my property?” 

“It’s hardly yours,” he stated. 

“Seriously!” Despite herself, Bulma gave him a thump in the shoulder. Daring him to respond, to match the anger that bubbled inside of her like lava ready to explode, to burn through the atmosphere at a screaming rate. He only glanced at her fist with a weary expression. “Just like that? You’re going to leave? After all I’ve done?” 

“All you’ve done is distract me!” Vegeta snapped. He dragged the blankets to cover himself, but Bulma wouldn’t release them and be the naked one. “There’s no chance I’ll be able to ascend here. Not until I get your infernal presence out of my system.”

Out - of - his - ?

“What?!” She climbed off the bed, legs shaking so badly that she took a few stumbling steps until she braced herself with a hand on the bedside table. “What?” Bulma repeated it in a shout. “Like I’m some sort of disease? You - you imbecile!” 

He had a book on the bedside table. She picked it up and threw it at his head. He caught it with a snarl, slapping it onto the bed. At least he was looking at her now. 

“Surely even you weren’t so delirious to think I’d give up becoming a Super Saiyan for you.” Vegeta was on his feet now, a statue on the opposite side of the untidy bed. “You - I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I can’t let it interfere with my destiny!” 

“What I’ve done?” Bulma began to laugh, a hysterical sound that she didn’t bother trying to quiet because she knew it would make him more crazy. “You kissed me first!” 

“I didn’t ask you to show up here begging for sex!”

“Excuse me, I didn’t beg! You offered when you bragged about how good you are in bed!”

“I wasn’t bragging!” Vegeta shouted. “I’d never even - ” His words cut off so abruptly that they echoed, I’d-never-even, I’d-never-even, I’d-never-even through the room until it went utterly silent. Bulma’s jaw had dropped, staring at the horrified look on his face. 

“Then you,” she whispered, squeezing the folds of the blanket to her chest. “Then, you…you lied, didn’t you?”

“I lied about nothing!” he said quickly. “Saiyans are known for - ”

“But you aren’t. And you…let me believe. And you took advantage…” Hot, billowing tears flooded her eyes. At least that way she couldn’t see his face anymore. That stupid, handsome face with his stupid pitch-black eyes and that stupid mouth that made her stupid when he used it on her. A sob shook through her body before she could stop it. “Fine,” Bulma choked out. She wouldn’t look at him again, turning away. “Go. Go away and ascend to Stupid Saiyan once you forget about me. See if I care.”

“Don’t you?”

Surely that was her own wistful thinking, hoping that Vegeta’s abrupt question held even a hint of desperation. Still, she kept turning until he could see nothing but her back. Chin in the air, because a single crumb of pride was better than none, Bulma said nastily, “Do you?”

He didn’t respond. She hadn’t expected him to. 

Wrapping the blanket around herself a few more times, securing it by tucking it in around her chest, she made for the door. Each step weighed her feet down like anvils, each second stretching for eternity with the shameful hope he’d call her back. Apologize. That even if he still left, he’d want to part on better terms than this. 

Bulma left in silence, and made it all the way to a spare bedroom, the first bedroom that didn’t have him in it, before falling to the ground weeping. 

~

“Bulma, sweetie?”

She ignored her mother’s voice, just as she’d ignored the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, just as she’d ignored the knocks that had preceded that. 

“Can I bring you something?”

She ignored her. Until the last few days, Bulma had never appreciated the texture of walls. How bumpy they were, how the bumps could make shapes with ridges and shadows and dance stories across the surface. 

She hadn’t left the spare bedroom she’d found. Hadn’t wanted to go back, to see the proof that Vegeta had left. The proof that he’d been there in the first place, that he wasn’t just a figment of her lonely imagination conjuring up a creature that would make her so, so happy. 

Her imagination wasn’t cruel enough to create a man to make her so, so angry as well. That’s how she knew he was real. 

“What about a meal?” 

Some spots could use touch-up paint, though. 

“Sweetie, if you don’t eat, I’m going to have to call a doctor. There’s no explanation but being sick.” 

Bulma let her eyes close. It was almost too much effort for her heavy body, which lay unmoving beneath the blanket she’d taken from Vegeta’s room that night. It didn’t smell like him anymore, but she’d never, ever admit that she’d been checking every few hours to note the exact hour he’d be officially gone. Not just from her life, but from her skin and her memory. 

Panchy must have left, because Bulma didn’t hear anything else for a long time. And when she did, it was with a different rhythm of knocking and a new presence that Bulma smelled before she stirred with tired curiosity.

She didn’t stop to wonder why she could smell the newcomer so strongly. Just that he reminded her of shaving cream and antiseptic and latex.

“Morning, Miss Briefs,” he boomed. Blearily she blinked across the room at the man. He wore a long white doctor’s coat. Behind him, Panchy hovered. “Just coming for a quick check up.”

“I don’t need a check up,” Bulma said in a croak. 

“Humor us,” Panchy said. “Your father and I are ever so worried.” 

What was there to worry about? Couldn’t a girl languish in her room for a few weeks without her parents acting like the world was ending? Sheesh.

Bulma did sit up and let the doctor check her over, his scent even stronger up close. 

“How are you feeling, Miss Briefs?”

Shattered. Horrible. Miserable. 

“Fine,” she said. A light shone in her eyes, and she blinked it away before the doctor clicked it off. 

“Any symptoms?” 

Wanting to die. Wanting to kill Vegeta and then kiss him and kill him again. 

“My head hurts,” she said. “I feel nauseous but I also haven’t really been eating.” 

“Have you been sleeping more or less than usual?”

“More, I guess.” 

“Hmm. Open your mouth.”

She did. Panchy disappeared for a moment to return with a tray full of food and a teapot with steam clouding out of the spout. Hibiscus tea. Bulma breathed in, almost smacking her lips for wanting the tea so bad. She normally hated hibiscus, but who cared? She didn’t. 

“Hello?” A pair of fingers snapped in front of her face. “Did you hear me, Miss Briefs?”

“Hear what?” 

Panchy poured a cup of tea, the fragrance growing stronger and positively luring Bulma across the room. She was already half off the bed with her eyes on the cup of tea and nothing else when the doctor pushed gently on her shoulder to keep her down. 

“I asked when your last menstrual cycle was,” he repeated patiently. 

“October.” 

Back when Vegeta had solemnly sworn himself to be better than a human man by not being repulsed by her body. So if it hadn’t been her body that sent him running, what could it have been?

Do I need a reason? he’d snapped at her. Yes, yes, yes! She wished she could rewind to that night and beat him with a pillow. Whatever it took to get some shred of honesty out of him. To get him to stop posturing for one, stupid, moment. 

“Well, Miss Briefs,” the doctor said over his shoulder while he felt the lymph nodes in Bulma’s neck with tender fingers. “I’d like you to come to my clinic so we can run a few tests. If nothing else, we can rule out a few different things.”

“I’ll make sure she goes,” Panchy said, gliding over with a cup of tea. Bulma held out her hands to accept it, licking her lips in anticipation. “Don’t you worry, doc.” 

“Very well. I’ll see you later then, Miss Briefs. Good day, ladies.”

The hot tea burned Bulma’s throat but she gulped it down anyway. The taste bloomed like summer blossoms on her tongue, a sensory experience she wanted to repeat immediately. Sweet florals, mild grassiness, a hint of sugar. How could she have hated hibiscus tea for so long? 

“Can I have the pot?” Bulma asked, handing Panchy the empty teacup and saucer. 

“Ah - sure. Whatever you want, sweetie.” 

“Is this a new species of hibiscus?” She swirled the pot beneath her nose, inhaling the delicious scent like a perfume. The lid sat on her knee, almost burning through her pajamas. 

“No, sweetie,” Panchy said, bemused. “It’s the same one I’ve always grown in the south garden.” Panchy grew her own florals for tea and dried them herself. She swore it was the only way one could properly ensure the quality of the aroma and taste of the tea. 

Bulma took a giant gulp, sighing at the symphony of flavor in her mouth. The pot was still warm in her hands, cozy but not incinerating. “Did you sweeten it differently?”

“No…”

“Well, it’s amazing. Thanks, Mom. Is there more?” 

“I have plenty in the pantry. I can make you more anytime. But don’t you want something to eat?” 

Did she? Bulma frowned, staring at the strainer full of hibiscus leaves in the bottom of the now empty teapot. Drinking straight out of the pot was a new one, but she ignored that in favor of considering food. 

She missed her bedroom and her clothes. She could go back. Get clean sheets and find her oldest, rattiest pajamas that she’d never dared to show Vegeta. A pair that wasn’t tainted by memories. 

The tea had made her feel more alive. Maybe life would go on. 

“Do we have potato chips?” she asked. 

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Excuse this extremely self-indulgent ask but. Sarah and the rebels (?) taking care of drunk Cinder/Alex

Sarah's POV of This Scene

cw: bad coping mechanisms, alcohol

"Cinder."

"Nnn..."

"Come on, you need to drink some water."

It was a little past 4 in the morning, and Sarah was busy being impressed that the assassin had managed to walk all the way here in this state, much less remember which was the correct doorstep to collapse on.

Impressed, and more than a little concerned.

Attempting to shake him awake or drag him inside seemed about as safe as poking a sleeping bear, so she'd instead grabbed a bottle of water and sat in the doorway, a foot or so out of his reach, and tried to get his attention.

So far, the man wasn't giving her much in way of response. At first she'd assumed he'd been caught in a fight, but once she'd crouched down she saw that the bruises on his face were old. And she didn't need super-senses to smell the booze on him.

"Cinder," she tried again, considering splashing some water on him. How wrong could that possibly go?

Still, she needed to get him inside before someone saw him, and she didn't want to have to wake Akeela up and make the kid deal with a drunk assassin. Maybe...

Shit, there was an idea.

Sarah stood slowly so as to avoid startling the killing machine on her porch, and made a beeline for the kitchen. She felt a little ridiculous putting the oven mitts on, but at least they'd offer a little protection if she scared him.

Back at the door came the next challenge: where was the least dangerous spot to poke a bear? If it were anyone else, she'd just tap on his hand or something, but would he even feel that? Touching anywhere near his face or torso would probably startle him. Well touching him anywhere was sure to startle him, but if he wasn't responding to her voice...

With fingers enclosed safely in an oven mitt, she took Cinder's hand. He didn't respond to that, so she pulled on it lightly. Maybe he'd feel it on his shoulder, and that would be enough---

She let go with a start when his eyes flew open, his metal arm bouncing onto the concrete with a sound like shaken coins.

Cinder didn't move though, and when his eyes started to drift back shut---

"Hey. Hey! Wake up."

"Why?" he mumbled.

Sarah let out a frustrated huff. Okay. She really didn't want to add to his anxieties, but if there was no other way...

"Someone will see you," she said. "You need to come inside."

And though his breathing quickened and the muscles in his throat tightened, it seemed to get through to him.

"Do you... want a hand?" Sarah said, holding one out as she watched him struggle to stand.

His eyes landed on the over mitt, gaze sharpening for just an instant. "Wh' the fuck is that?"

"Don't laugh at it," she said, though she doubted he was about to. "I'm just trying not to get burned."

"'M not gonna burn you," Cinder mumbled, pushing himself the rest of the way up and standing with his back pressed firmly into the wall.

"Okay. Well let's go inside. You can crash on the couch for now." She held the door open, following after Cinder as he made his painstaking way into the building. She swore she could hear him muttering under his breath---little rhyming phrases---but she didn't try and sharpen her ears to hear what he was saying.

Once he'd collapsed onto the couch, she again tried handing him the water bottle.

"Drink."

"Why?"

"I know you know what a hangover is."

"Doesn't matter."

"You aren't about to die of alcohol poisoning on my couch. Drink."

He clumsily snatched the bottle away, chugging it like he wished it were something stronger.

"Happy?"

"Yes." Sarah stood up and started to leave. He'd be fine down here, at least for the night. Should she get him a blanket? Put some more water next to him?

"Wait. Spyglass."

"Hm?" She stopped.

"Am... Am I safe?"

She turned back around. He was sitting up now, something like fear under the glazed over look in his eyes. "Safe?"

"He won't find me here?"

He. Uriah. Sarah nodded. "He won't." After a moment, she added, "We'll watch your back. Just get some rest, okay?"

He nodded, silent as he lay back down, his eyes slipping closed.

And if in a few hours he woke up and disappeared without another word, that was fine.

Right now, all that mattered to her was that she could hear his heartbeat slowing to a calm.

•°•°•

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[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Sky sighed in understanding, looking up at the night sky from the hole in the old tent the group had secured from a troop of soldiers from Warriors' Era. They had helped the troop secure a victory over s band of vicious black-blooded monsters, many of which just had to be the more difficult assortment from across the eras. Sky had gotten injured by a gang of bull-faced enemies Legend had shouted were Taros. They had been smarter than Sky had first assumed, blocking his strikes as one had gotten behind him and managed to stab him with the trident it held. Wars hadn't fared much better, as he and Hyrule had gotten cornered by three almost dog-faced enemies called Goriya, and a single distraction was all it took for one of their razor-sharp boomerangs to strike Warriors in the back. When the battle was won, the unanimous decision was to let the two severely injured heroes share the tent while the others camped outside. It seemed that the fight had rattled the Captain more than what first appeared.

"Nightmares, Captain?"

"Of a sort," Wars responded tiredly, and Sky could see the bags under his eyes, the way his body tensed under his blanket, and how he could almost feel the frustration coming off of him.

"Would talking about it help? I don't see myself getting much sleep tonight either," Sky chuckled, though it sounded humorless in his ears.

Wars sighed, slowly pushing himself to a sitting position with a grimace.

"I don't know what else to say beyond knowing that it could have easily been so much worse. I already have blood on my hands, so why not add the blood of the ones I call friends?" Wars stated, reaching up to grip his hair, "I helped train these men, I taught them how to observe enemies and learn how to find weaknesses or anything that could help win the fight. So why then, did they send us off into a fight we barely won?"

Sky thought about it, all the events leading up to the fight. How the soldiers only really explained the weapons they wielded and the armor they wore. How they grouped the monsters based on appearance, saying there were five Taros, six or seven Goriya, ten or more of Wind's bokoblins, and a single of Sky's Moblins that seemed to act as the ringleader. The soldiers only seemed to recognize the Moblin and Bokoblins, which Sky could not fault them on as he had only seen the new monsters that day. And yet, the information was limited enough that no one could recognize the descriptions of the enemies. And while only he and Wars were injured badly, many of their group had come away from the fight with bruises and cuts lining the skin that wasn't covered up.

The soldiers had almost gotten their captain killed, at least it seemed that way to Sky.

"You're right, it doesn't add up," Sky agreed, turning to fully face Warriors and ignoring the twinge of pain from his injury.

"What's worse is that I could see all the ways it could have been worse," Wars sighed as he rubbed at his face, "You saw those Bokos, yeah? Wind's bokos always seem to use wicked blades, and I know I saw deep dents in both his and Time's shields. That Moblin? Wild got knocked away by its spear several times and hit the ground as hard as it batted him away. He's lucky he didn't come away with a concussion let alone several broken bones. Legend may have gotten to you before all of those Taros skewered you, but they could've easily retaliated and ended his life right in front of us! And Twilight may be strong, but even he could have died when those Goriyas turned on him! And-"

"Okay, okay, deep breaths Warriors, come on," Sky raised his hands, making sure Wars was watching him as he moved them up and down with his breathing.

The two took a minute to simply breathe, and Sky watched as the captain slowly relaxed his shoulders. The tension in his body left him gradually and Sky was glad that it had worked.

"Are you okay now, Wars?"

The hero nodded, though Sky could see tears starting to drip down the other's face. He reached out to him and smiled when Wars took his hand.

"If you need proof that I'm alive and that everything is okay now, you can hold onto my hand and feel my pulse, okay? And if that's not enough, you can always lean on me. Hylia knows Wind does it often enough," Sky laughed.

He watched as Wars considered his offer, then smiled when the captain moved closer, leaning against Sky. Sky wrapped an arm around him, easing them both down to rest fully. Wars had his head on Sky's chest, but Sky said nothing only smiling as he watched the other slowly fall asleep and soon joined him for a dreamless and restful sleep.

"I can't sleep."

"Have you tried-"

"No, you don't get it. I can't let myself fall asleep."

"Why?"

"If I do, I'll dream."

[thesmollestsnek]

The worst part about having anxiety is that my brain will take minor shit like a handful of capillaries spontaneously bursting and try to convince me that I’m dying. :/

[playboysaleen]

Love Malady - (Wanda x GN!Reader)

Part 4.

not my gif.

Summary: Daughter of the notorious gang of thieves. One day your brothers group kidnap a nobel woman. Feeling guilt you gave her warm clothes, tended to her injuries, and helped her escape. instantly the world falls under a deadly pandemic and is killing/infecting people left to right and you are the only one who is immune. All because you saved a girl years ago coming to find out... it was the goddess of death(Famine).

A lot of shaking was done to my shoulder which was really pissing me off, I grunted opening my eyes to see Cap carrying me towards an elevator. 

“I don’t like elevators..” I breathed out, leaning my head against his shoulder. A deep chuckle danced off his lips tapping my shoulder. 

“Everyone has a fear and yours happens to be elevators? Really?” He joked, I grunted in return hearing the elevator doors open. I couldn’t tell where I was being taken but I assumed it was the Med-Bay once I felt the cold air smack against my body. Cap placed me onto the cold table then took a couple steps back. 

“Alright, what happened?” Bruce asked, placing on his gloves walking towards the computer. 

“Gunshot wound, left side just below the rib cage.” Cap stated, raking his eyes over my bloodied shirt. I sighed feeling way better after the nap I took. Bruce lifted up my shirt slowly peeling off the bandage the crew had placed on me inside the ship. 

“Um.. Steve?” Bruce called out examining the bandage to see the dry blood. 

“What the hell?” Steve muttered, staring at my side that no longer held the wound. I huffed running my hand over my side to feel nothing. It healed. I hopped up leaning back letting my muscles stretch. 

“So that is why you were being chased by HYDRA?” Steve asked, continuing to stare at my side with pure astonishment. 

“I have never been in this situation of getting shot. It was only small things like bruises, cuts, and-“ my brother fell in a fit of coughs when the incident flashed through my head- 

“Is there any chance you can run a CT right now?” I chirped out sitting back down on the table. Bruce and Steve exchanged looks then pulled a huge machine over my body. Moving up and down over my body the machine came to a halt, I stood up leaning over the table sighing deeply. 

“Your chest is clean.” Bruce spoke, confusion surrounding him and Steve. 

“Why did you want a CT scan?” Steve asked, Jaime coughed once more while sitting next to me on the table. 

“She was injected with the Ashen.” Jaime started, Bruce and Steve hummed looking between each other.

“Look at the collar of her shirt. She threw up black blood which is the only color that means-“

“The Ashen” Bruce mumbled sighing glancing at a very shocked Steve. 

“You have the ability to heal. Heighten senses, I saw you take down Nat like it was nothing. What else can you do?” Steve started crossing his arms over his chest. 

“How can you be so sure Nat?” 

I cupped my ear shaking my head- now's not the time. 

“It can’t be. She’s mortal.” 

Groaning loudly I wobbled my way towards the door out the Med-Bay, I needed to find that voice. 

“It can’t be...”  

The voice in my head quivered which I knew wasn't a sentence that made its way out her mouth.. A sharp pain pierced my head which caused my legs to give in, I fell onto the floor that caused everything to go quiet yet a faint gasp was heard. My eyes trailed up to see a kitchen that sat Nat and the familiar red headed angel I was dreaming of for the last 4 years. 

“Wanda?” I groaned out, standing up facing both girls. 

“Y/n…” 

Wanda whispered slowly making her way out her chair towards me, her hand touched my cheek which sent a bolt throughout my whole body. I hummed in satisfaction leaning into her touch. 

“You’ve changed…” she whispered, reading my eyes that held millions of stories. 

“I hope in a good way…” I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. Her hands held a light red flame as she gently placed it against my chest, like a flashlight it bolted its way into my chest lighting up my rib cage. A gasp escaped my lips when my heartbeat slowed and my breath became uneven. 

“Oh no…” Wanda whispered eyes darting between my chest and eyes. 

“What is it?” Taking a step back, I turned to face the mirror leaning against the wall. I clutched my chest as my heart boomed in the mirror. I can see my own heart. Nervously laughing I furrowed my brows taking a closer look at the black that surrounds it. 

“Why is that there?” I asked, a hand dug into my arm, sending me flying into the coffee table. A buff blonde man with a hammer stomped into the room, eyes filled with fire staring my way. Steve rushed to my side scanning over my face to make sure I was okay, I nodded towards him standing tall. 

“Hey! What’s your problem?” Natasha shouted, stepping in front of Thor after taking a better look at him. He huffed loudly, flaring his nostrils at Wanda pointing his hammer towards her. 

“She is the reason half of the world is being wiped as we speak!” Thor growled out, I watched confusion surrounding everyone in the living room except Wanda and a furious Thor. 

“What’re you talking about?” I asked, looking between Thor and Wanda.

“She is the Goddess of Death.” 

“Thor.” Wanda warned fist balling up, walking towards me to block my way. 

“No, they deserve to know after so long.” Thor gritted pointing his hammer my way as my eyes widen, 

“That protection shield around her heart can only be done by one person- and it sure isn’t you.” He spoke, I furrowed my eyebrows- wait what? 

“She made a deal with the God of the Gods because she is in love with a pathetic mortal.” another voice spoke out at the door, I turned to find a man dressed in similar armor from Thor. Loki. 

“Is that true Wanda?” Steve asked, stepping into her view slowly wrapping his fingers around my wrist. 

“Yes.” She breathed out. I quietly gasped trying to let everything process in my head. Steve tugged my body behind him letting his shield zoom into his hand. Wanda scoffed, flicking a light red ball onto his shield disintegrating it into ash. 

“The night I came down from Olympus, my quest was to test you mortals to see if this world was worthy. I was wrong. This world is cruel. The people who walk on this planet are worse than Hades himself.” Wanda started pacing around the living room. 

“I wanted to wipe you all from the face of the earth.” She growled anger dripping from her lips. I watched in fear as she flicked her wrist letting the walls around us change into a scene of holographic people being turned into ash. Yet a familiar face caused the people around us to stop. 

“But I saw the light in the dark.” 

I moved from behind Steve making my way towards the holographic woman that stood with her head tilted up towards the sky. Gasping the holographic woman faced me as almost a mirror stood in front of me. 

“The reason the world deserves another chance.” 

The mirrored woman lifted her hand to the butterfly that flew a few inches from her index finger. I stood there in complete shock letting the holograms fill back with people doing their daily routine, I turned towards my brother who was lost in the children playing around him. 

“There is no going back on this Wanda and you know this!” growling, Thor walked through the holograms. Disappearing, my eyes snapped back to Thor wrapping his hand around my throat, my fingers masked around his wrist feeling the air become tight in my chest. Chaos erupted around Thor and I, yelling for him to ‘stop’ and ‘put them down’. Everyone went into defense mode, Tony with his suit on ready to blast. Steve with his knees bent awaiting to throw his shield Wanda brought back together. Natasha circled around us both with 2 electric batons in her hands and everyone else with their signature weapons waiting for the worst to happen. My eyes gazed tiredly towards Wanda to see the red in her eyes beam at the fuming Thor, black spots started to surround my vision and my fingers slipped off his wrist. I took one look at him and soon a bright light flashed between our eyes. 

“You knew that was my kill right?”I chimed, tossing the knife towards the alien sending him flying back into the building in front of us. Thor let out a loud chuckle releasing his hammer letting it soar through the crowd of aliens then back in his hand. 

“I think we make a pretty good team, you make a wonderful cheerleader” Thor jokes while I gasped dramatically tossing a grenade into the air sending the enemy's jet above us down into the ground. 

“More like you’re my cheerleader” I scoffed, taking a step forward averting my eyes to the chaos a couple blocks down from us. Wanda stood in the middle of the fight, going head to head with the leader of the group. 

“Well, I guess our part is done-“ a huge boulder striked Thor, sending him back into the huge bus, running towards him. I noticed his hammer next to the tire where he laid. 

“Oh that hurt a lot-“ Thor groaned out squirming his way out which he had no luck- 

“I can’t move. I’m stuck.” He stated, I huffed, placing my palms against the Boulder pushing yet to no avail. A loud crash rang through the city causing my hands to cover my ears. The tall building above us began to crumble from the jet crash earlier, I started pushing the Boulder trying to find a way to free Thor. 

“Go, if you don’t get far enough Wanda will bring me back and kill me again-“ I ignored his ‘command’ continuing my pushing. I glanced at the hammer that laid uselessly on the ground- I know i can’t pick it up but at least i’ll die trying. 

“By the power of the gods please give me strength” I whispered glancing towards Wanda as she stood in complete shock watching the building come down upon Thor and I. Leaning down wrapping my hand around the handle I quickly lifted the hammer causing a huge lightning bolt to dash through the collapsing building splitting it in two right out our view, landing in front and behind us. Gasping, I turned towards Thor to see utter shock on his face as well. 

“I guess you’re my cheerleader huh..” I joked tiredly handing him his hammer as he slammed it against the boulder cracking it into pieces. 

“Thank you.” 

Thor released me from his hold fumbling back into the seat behind him, Wanda rushed to my side placing her hands against my face, 

“You’re okay Y/n, you’re okay.” She cooed in my ear, pulling me into her chest. 

“What happened?” Loki whispered, kneeling next to his baffled brother. 

“They… They has the power of one of the 12 gods...  ” Thor spoke, glancing between his brother and I.  Wanda wrapped her arms around my waist standing me up, I sighed deeply dusting off the dirt from my pants looking up to see the entire room in complete shock. 

“Oh great, first aliens from an entirely different planet and now gods?” Tony flared, breaking the silence grabbing the bottle from the counter. 

“What do you know?” I whispered glancing between Wanda and Thor, both looking between each other as well. 

“I made a deal with our father of fathers..” Wanda started, Thor hummed, crossing his arms. I nodded my way towards her to continue. 

“I couldn’t let it kill you. I knew it would. You were weak.” I placed my hand on top of my chest letting the small flashback play in my head of the doctor's words. I looked up at Jaime watching him compose his nervous stance. 

“He knew I was in love with a mortal. That is my mistake, no god; especially goddesses should be in love with a mortal.” She stopped taking a deep breath lifting up her shirt exposing her warm skin, a mark of some writing inked against her rib cage. Our eyes connected yet the room was filled with wandering eyes. My fingers curled under the hems of my shirt lifting up to see a small shape scarred into my skin. 

“A sun?” Tony questioned with his eyes glued to my rib cage, I shrugged my shoulders utterly confused with this whole situation. 

“The deal was millions of lives for the safety of one.” Loki answered everyone’s questions that were wanted but weren’t said. 

“So this is my fault?” I whispered tears brimming my eyes, gasping softly, my hand flew to my mouth. Thor stood in silence, thinking to himself. Wanda's eyes brightened towards the tall man, 

“It can’t be possible.” She argued starting her pace around the room,

“What’s not possible?” Steve asked looking towards Loki when he made his way towards me, I looked between Wanda and Steve. 

Loki raised his staff tapping my shoulders, I hissed sensing a flow darted through my chest. Loki gasped grinning ear to ear,

“It is true,” Loki whispered with a staggering look. 

“What is true?” I rubbed my sore arm waiting for Loki to answer Tony’s question. A burning sensation bolted through my left arm causing a yelp to fall from my lips. All heads snapped towards my steaming sleeve, Natasha made her way towards me ripping off the melting material to see foregin writing and patterns tattooed from my shoulder blade to my wrist. I turned my gaze to my brother who now wrapped his arms around me letting the pain surpass. 

“They are the new Apollo.” 

“No…” Wanda whispered causing her hands to fly to her mouth, 

“What have I done?” she whispered out leaning her head against the door frame. 

“Come on, let's get you to a room.” Nat and Steve wrapped my arms around their shoulders carrying me to a room down the hall. 

“Isn't Apollo a guy?” Tony questioned walking into the lab automatically making his way to the computer to do his research.

“ I bet he is pissed Kronos passed his power and legacy to a woman.” he finished earning a scoff from Thor. 

“Awe, is Thor mad that a woman is more powerful than him and his hammer?” Clint jokes, Thor huffed loudly watching Loki laugh quietly crossing his arms.  

"They're Non-Binary." Bruce pointed yet scurried away when Tony threw him a look.

“Oh but I sure am more powerful than you mortals.” Thor growled, stomping his way towards a now cornered Clint. Sam released an awkward laugh stepping between a very red Thor and a very tensed Clint. 

I sighed deeply hearing the commotion happening down the hall, Steve took a seat next to me as Nat took a seat down on the desk a couple feet away. A hand came into my view with a glass of water and some trail nuts, I lifted up my head sending a small smile towards Jaime as he took a seat on the opposite side of Steve. 

“I can hear them. Loud and clear.” I whispered looking down at my hands letting the ruckus play in my eardrums. 

“That’s probably a side effect from the Ashen,” Jaime tried to lighten the mood which only caused me to crack a smile. I felt a vibration in my right ear. I turned to the door to see Wanda popping in a few seconds later.  

“Hey” she breathed out kneeling towards me, I closed my eyes letting her scent invade my nose. 

“I know this is alot to take in, but we are going to help you through this.” She tried reassuring me, which only helped a bit. Sucking in a breath and closing my eyes I could see all the damage I could do with this ‘gift’ (in their words) that was given to me. 

“What if I can’t control this?” i whispered, she placed her hand on top of mine, 

“You will, I promise.” 

A fit of coughs were made from my brother, snapping my head towards the dark substance that dripped from his lips. Placing my hands against his cheeks, he sighed in content.

“I’m going to stop this disease, I promise.” whispering, tears pool my eyes while I place my forehead against my brothers. Finally pulling away, I turned to the redhead letting her read my mind, 

“I haven't found anything.” she said, Jaime excused himself once Bruce walked in asking for him. Huffing, I marched my way out the room entering the four walls that surrounded the 4 men in a heated debate. 

“How can I get to Kronos?” my voice made Thor turn towards Loki which sent them both into a fit of laughter, 

“You really think you can make a visit with Kronos and expect him to give you what you want,” Thor said, dropping his hammer against the coffee table as Loki kept his eyes glued to my closed fist. My chest began to rise and fall feeling the fire clogging inside my throat, 

“Y/n-” Loki started, a mischievous smile painting his face, “if you want to know where to start on finding Kronos, pick up my dear brothers’ hammer.” a scoff came from Tony and Thor, sending a quick glance towards the two making my way towards the hammer. 

“You’re so full of it, no one can pick up my hammer, not even Captain.” Cap turned towards the team, Thor sending a defensive wave, 

“Well if HE can’t do it, what makes you think I could?” I defended myself, turning towards Wanda waiting for her help. She walked towards me extending her hand towards the hammer, 

“Try, no one will think of you any less than who you are now.” she whispered, I huffed wrapping my fingers around the handle. 

“She can’t do it” Thor howled out turning towards Loki who held a devilish smirk,

"They." Nat butted in which he only grunted keeping his eyes glued to the sight before him. Thor’s face dropped snapping his head towards me grunting as the hammer slowly lifted off the ground. 

“Embrace the power that you feel.” Loki roared from the circle that was formed around me, the heat forming in my chest grew as a wave of strength rushed over me. The hammer soon felt as light as a feather. Turning towards Thor, i tossed him is hammer, 

“I’m a little tired… '' mumbling, my knees buckled beneath me sending me into Wanda's arms. Everyone darted their eyes towards the brothers which Loki chuckled sending a bright smile towards his flabbergasted brother. 

“Well, what a show,” clasping his hands together, Loki made his way towards me lending me a hand to stand up. 

“Do you know anything about Apollo?” He asked turning towards Tony to bring up the screen with information as he continued to talk, 

“He’s a god and he’s on a video game.'' I answered in full honesty that multiple groans were heard around me, Loki mumbled swears in a foregin language plastering back on his poker face. 

“Well, Apollo was a good partner with my brothers and i’s father. Sat on his throne in Mount Olympus, he was very different from the others and Zues kept him closer than the rest. You see-” Loki paused tapping his staff once more against my shoulder letting small patterns light up on my arm as he continued his lesson, 

“Apollo could heal a god with just a simple touch, cure an army with a flick of a wrist, and in our generation… a humanity with just the right motion of a hand.” my eyes widen at the answer that was given to me, 

“So I could cure everyone from the Ashen?” keeping my gaze on my brother whose face was already losing color. Loki nodded his head glancing towards Wanda whose face flashed with relief yet disappointment. 

“What do I need to do?” Loki opened his mouth yet Tony tossed a small device into the tabel watching the screen shootout with multiple pictures and foregin writing, 

“I’ll take it from here fella, So from Jarvis and my excellent research says here that you need everything that made apollo… well apollo to actually make it to Kronos. Kill the Kraken and FIN! Happily ever after!” Tony summarized the situation which only let a scoff slip out of Thor's mouth. 

“With Kronos there will never be a happy ever after.” Thor grumbled out turning towards Wanda continuing, 

“And you know that.” Wanda looked down, fidgeting with her fingers, instinct kicked in as I leaned over, placing a hand against her back, ignoring her gaze as I kept my eyes on Loki. 

“So what do I need to do first?” Loki smiled as his eyes shifted to the foregin writing on my arm, 

“Ah, a family trip to see Hephaestus for the bow and arrow.”

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sorry for the wait. I've been so caught up in my music career i only have time to read lol.. i forgot to do a bunch of shit so please excuse alot of errors.

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