#i'm going to eat my swiss roll and lay down

[queerente]

i hope they kill each other tbh

[wileys-russo]

Leah williamson "how can you fall asleep at a time like this" watching a football match at home

superstitions II l.williamson

you were happily tucked into bed, glasses on and reading light pointed to the final ten chapters of the book you'd spent the last month battling to finish, never seeming to have enough free time to get through more than a few pages before something came up.

but with your girlfriend having dinner at her best friends house you finally had the cherish little pocket of time you needed to finish, incredibly invested in the story thus far and dying to know who killed the main protagonist.

you planned to sit down and read for an hour before you'd make yourself something to eat and then finish off the rest, angling for an early night as you were quite tired from a long week of work and family commitments.

you'd only made your way through a few pages before you heard the front door click from downstairs and you frowned, snapping the book shut and swinging out of bed.

but hearing a familiar laughter ring out through the home your shoulders sagged in slight relief, but the frown never left your features as leah wasn't due home for a few hours yet, and it didn't seem like she was alone.

"baby girl?" you appeared at the top of the landing at leahs call, the blonde stood at the bottom of the stairs with a happy smile, the same adoring twinkle in her gaze anytime she looked upon you.

"i bought dinner babe, come make a plate." she nodded her head toward the kitchen as you made your way downstairs. "hi wally." you greeted the girl sat at the counter with a surprised smile who span around.

giving her a hug you lingered by her side with her arm around your waist, various takeout containers from leahs favourite italian place down the road spread out in front of you.

"why do you look so shocked?" your girlfriend asked with a mouthful of pasta making you roll your eyes, sometimes you could swear she was a sixteen year old boy and not a twenty six year old woman.

"i just wasn't expecting...this." you gestured as lia let go of you to start eating her own plate of food. "well i hope you weren't expecting me to cook love you know thats not in my wheelhouse." leah grinned and again nodded for you to make a plate.

"obviously not. but you told me this morning you were going to lia's for dinner and to watch arsenal play, not coming here with lia and dinner." you retorted as you started to dish yourself up some food.

"no i said wally was coming over for dinner and then we're going to watch arsenal play." the blonde argued with you as you grabbed your plate and sat down on the stool beside lia.

"i'm not arguing with you about this lee, i just had a hot date with a book you've interrupted." you smiled before digging in as your girlfriend pulled a face. "you are not still reading that are you? baby its been like five months!" leah groaned as lia reached over to smack her hand.

"and what was the last book you read leah? picture ones don't count." the swiss defended you causing your girlfriend to scoff and you to grin, bumping your shoulder into hers appreciatively.

"well your little book date will have to wait till later baby girl we have traditions to attend to!" leah warned as you threw your head back with a groan. "you can't be serious? its all superstition love it doesn't actually help anything!" you laughed as both footballers now turned their gazes onto you.

"yes it does." they spoke seriously and in sync making you pull a face and roll your eyes. "no it doesn't." you sighed, knowing regardless this was not an argument you'd be winning anytime soon with it clearly being two against one.

"leah i don't want to!" you whined after the blonde had wrestled a jersey onto you, laying down on the bed stubbornly. "well too bad! now are you walking downstairs or am i carrying you?" the girl questioned, hands on her hips as she stared down at you from the end of the bed.

"why can't you and lia just do everything you normally do but without me?" you sighed as your girlfriend rolled her eyes. "because thats not how we did it last time and last time we won 5-0. you weren't here the time before that and we lost 4-2." leah rationalized, gesturing her hands around wildly.

"can i at least read my book while you watch?" you tried to bargain as the defender shook her head. "no! you didn't do that last time, isn't happening this time. now up!" leah motioned, clicking her fingers impatiently.

"kick off in two minutes!" you heard lia yell from downstairs as your leah's eyes widened and before you could blink she was manhandling you up and off the bed, pulling you toward the door as you groaned but didn't dig your heels in.

"okay. you were there with the red pillow and the scarf, i was here with the blue pillow and babe you were here." you were once again manhandled to lay down between leahs legs, a beanie forcefully tugged over your head, your hand smacked away as you tried to pull it off.

"oh! i think your hood was up too." lia remembered as leah quickly pulled her hood up and over her head, the whistle blowing for kick off. "the two of you are ridiculous, you know that right?" you sighed but wiggled around a little to find a comfortable position.

"perfect. you were in a grumpy mood last game too, thank you for your cooperation stroppy!" leah teased peppering several kisses across your face as you pushed her away, interlocking your fingers with hers and wrapping her arms tighter around you.

as time passed you grew bored of the game. you loved watching your girlfriend play and would never ever miss an opportunity to be there and cheer her on. but you'd never shared the same passion that the blonde had for watching games at home.

you'd appease her by sitting with her at times when she wanted, though your attention was always elsewhere and you encouraged her to invite the girls over so she had other people to actually watch with.

but the premier league north london derby always commanded an extra special set of rules and regulations, and your strong willed girlfriend was always the first to enforce them.

you sat quietly and patiently throughout the first half, arsenal going up 2-0 before suddenly by half time it was 2-1, and then a few minutes into the second half it was locked 2-2.

you'd long grown used to leahs tendencies to scream at the players on tv as if they could hear her, learning how to block it out and zone off into your own little world.

today was no different though you were much more tired than most nights you laid down with the blonde to watch a match, and with lia there for her to discuss and commentate with it was easy for you to drift off.

"hey! there's no sleeping during the derby." leah laughed, pinching your cheeks as she noticed your eyes closed, lia smiling in amusement as you exhaled deeply.

"i'm here, i'm wearing your stupid vintage shirt and beanie, im sitting in my designated position. why can't i take a nap?" you huffed in annoyance. "how can you fall asleep at a time like this baby? its deadlocked 2-2 this is fantastic football babe!" leah protested as you shrugged, unbothered.

"leave her be." lia chuckled as you shot her a grateful smile, eyes closing again as leah started to argue, her best friend only shushing her as eventually her protests died down.

a smile curled into your lips as you felt her body shift beneath you, hands on your hips pulling you upwards so she could hug you a little tighter, warm lips affectionately pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"i can't believe she'd rather sleep than watch this, this is the best match of the season so far!"

[ladylooch]

I'm still so behind on my reading - fall is far from over so I'm still very optimistic that I will soon be curling my toes while reading Mackdavid, Connor/Lucie, Lio & Sav and the list goes on. But while I was doing a bit of grocery shopping this morning, I kept thinking of David following Mack along the grocery aisles as she just sort of meanders along, and he's got his eyes fixed on her ass - maybe knowing the sexy set she's sporting under her clothes. Are they taking a detour on the way home?

Trust that all the AUs will be here when you are able to read 😘 Also I adore you and your support so much, MWAH!

As for your thought, enjoy a lil grocery store fun below!

Warning: Mature-ish Content below

Mack pushes the metal cart down the premade section of Hy-Vee's deli, scoping out their pre-packaged food. Her and David are supposed to be going to a cook out with his high school friends this afternoon. Mack was going to make something, but ran out of time trying to meet her writing deadline. David would usually step in to help, but the farm has required a lot of his attention so far this summer.

The wheels of the cart slowly press forward as she takes a step. The cool air of the refrigerator has goosebumps rising on her exposed legs. But then a big body comes behind her, two big hands rest next to hers on the cart handle, then comes the familiar press of lips on the back of her neck.

"What are you finding, honey?"

"A lot of Jell-O salad, which I cannot wrap my head around." David snickers then gently grazes his teeth on her shoulder next to her tank top strap.

"Have you tried it?"

"No! And how is that a salad? It's sugar."

"Can't knock it til you've tried it." He insists. He takes one hand off the cart, then leans into the cooler to grab a pink, mush looking thing. "Oh this one has mandarin oranges. Healthy!"

Mack makes a face, then pretends to vomit into the cart.

"I'm not eating that."

"You need to assimilate, My Swiss Princess." Mack scoffs.

"You cannot make me eat that."

"I bet I can." His direct and slightly husky response has Mack's hair standing on end. She shivers, for a completely different reason than the cool refrigerated air. Then she shakes her head defiantly. He continues, "You try this and I'll do that thing you liked from last night."

"You're gonna do that again anyway." She smirks back at him, grabbing the salad from his hands and tossing it into the cart. David chuckles, then slaps her ass so hard she jolts forward in surprise. "Still in public." She mutters.

"Yeah, but I'd still do that thing I did to you right here... where everyone can see." Mack tucks her chin to her chest, hiding her flaming cheeks as he rubs himself up against her butt. "What are we bringing to this thing?" He asks her.

"This Hell salad." She points down to it. David sighs.

"I feel like you aren't taking this cookout seriously. We can't show up with that. We were told to bring an appetizer."

"It's salad." Mack argues back at him. He doesn't say anything. Mack turns around and sees him looking down at her ass as she walks in front of him. "I feel like we aren't even gonna make it to this cook out." Mack mumbles through a smile then stops in her tracks, rolling her ass back into his zipper when they collide. He grunts, then brings a hand to force her still against him.

"Wanna go home?" He asks into her ear then kisses down her neck to the sweet spot that makes her sing to him. Mack inhales sharply, then sighs.

"Mhm."

After they tumble through the front door, and satiate their needs, they lay on the entry way rug, stroking each other's bare skin.

"Admit it. You don't like Jell-O salad." Mack pokes at a spot just above his belly button. David chuckles. "And you think it's weird." She looks up at him, jokingly glaring.

"It's not my first choice at the cookout." He confirms, fingers trialing down her spine to rest on her butt. "Snickers salad is great though."

Mack's mouth drops open and her eyebrows cave in on one another.

"You're teasing me?"

"I am not."

"Babe." Mack groans, dropping her forehand to his sternum. "That is NOT SALAD!"

"I can't wait until you're my little housewife, homemaker when we have been married for 50 years and you're whipping up Snickers salad for me after a long day plowing fields. Maybe I'll still be able to plow you then too." Mack laughs.

"I will never make Snickers Salad or Jell-O salad or..."

"Watergate salad?" David fills in.

"None of it!" She confirms. "But I will still plow you in 50 years."

Then she reaches down his stomach to begin doing just that again.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 9

*Warning Adult Content*

Playing the role of Blake's personal lackey starts wearing on my nerves.

So far today we've looked at the possible new site location, had a three hour meeting with the bank, filled out a shit-ton of paperwork and had two conference calls.

I look down at the time showing on my cellphone and squint.

We left the hotel this morning at 9:00 AM sharp.

It's been non-stop moving for a full eight hours.

Did I also mention that we haven't eaten anything since breakfast?

'Yeah. Well, we haven't.'

Blake tossed me a granola bar in between conference calls to stave off the gurgling noise that was beginning to sound like a chain saw ripping through my stomach.

A granola bar, the only people who eat granola bars are prissy chicks who count their calories and dudes who hike up the Swiss Alps.

I'm nowhere close to fitting in with either of those categories.

Needless to say, the granola bar remained on the table in the conference room, uneaten.

"Luke, I need the insurance information faxed to my office by Monday."

Silence

"No, I don't need any tax information yet."

Silence

"Yes, just the insurance.

Silence.

"Thanks, Luke."

Blake lets out a content sigh and stuffs his cell-phone into his breast pocket.

Todd looks at him from the rear-view mirror and smiles.

"How'd the day go, boss?"

Blake relaxes into the backseat of the convertible and slides his sunglasses into place.

The Floridian sun and heat don't seem to bother him nearly as much as they bother me.

His jacket lays overtop of his left thigh and he carefully unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt before rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.

"It was great, Todd. Thank you."

Todd nods and then his gaze flickers to me.

"And what about you, Mr. Greene? Did you enjoy your day?"

I snort and shake my head.

There's no point sharing my complaints with Todd.

His nose is shoved so far up Blake's ass that the tip is starting to become worn down.

Blake turns towards me.

"Are you hungry, Callum?"

I roll my eyes.

"Let's see. It's been over eight hours since I ate and you've been dragging me around like a piece of luggage all day. I'm fuckin' starving."

"I offered you something to eat," Blake replies calmly.

"A granola bar isn't food. It's like cardboard clusters glued together with a hint of sugar, a failed attempt to hide the nastiness, if you ask me."

Blake smirks.

"Todd, would you please drive Mr. Greene and myself to the hotel? I think he could use a touch of lunch."

"A touch?" I ask incredulously.

"More like a lust-filled affair with it."

Blake lowers his sunglasses so I can see his eyes.

"Well there you go, Callum. It looks like you'll get that lust-filled session after all," he says this as a joke but his words take me back to our little confrontation from the night before.

You know, the one where he banned me from practically even looking at someone if the intention of sex was on my mind?

What a jackass.

I've heard of overbearing bosses before but never did I think that one would try to run and single-handedly ruin my social life.

"O course boss," Todd says and types in the directions into his GPS.

"We'll be there in just a few."

I cross my arms over my chest and slump against my seat.

I'm not entirely sure which I'm more pissed off about, Blake's boyfriend coming into town so he can have sex or him banning me from having it myself.

Maybe it's both.

By the time Todd pulls alongside the curb of the hotel, I'm more than ready to get out of the sun and away from the sweltering heat.

I undo my seat belt and hop out of the car, not bothering to open the door before I do so.

Unlike last night, I'm the one who enters the hotel first, leaving Blake to say his farewells to his doting driver.

"Hello Mr. Greene," a hotel employee greets me the very second my feet shuffle through the entrance.

I glance up.

The woman staring back at me blushes.

A tendril of her thick, auburn hair is delicately pushed behind her ear as she waits for me to respond.

I grin back at her, admiring the rise and fall of her scantily covered breasts with every breath she takes.

The woman moves around the hotel counter and my eyes finish perusing her 'assets.'

Her feminine curves are an automatic ten points in her favor.

Believe it or not, I'm not the shallowest dude out there but I do have a preference and feeling like I won't snap a chick in half when I get her into bed is definitely a preference.

"And hello to you too, Miss...?"

"Melissa," she finishes for me.

"I'm Melissa."

I close the distance between us and offer up a hand.

"It's great to meet you, Melissa."

"You too, Mr. Greene."

"Please," I correct her.

"Call me Callum."

"Callum, " she tries my name on her red, voluptuous lips, her voice like warm honey as it envelopes the small space between us.

"You got it. So tell me Melissa, what might my chances be if I asked out one of the hotel employees for a late-night drink?"

Melissa's blush intensifies and her heady scent wafts to my nose and begins revving my testosterone engine into gear.

These are the types of situations where I thrive.

These are the moments that start as innocent foreplay and end in a single night of passion.

"That's enough, Callum," Blake's deep voice snaps from behind me. Melissa's eyes widen as her focus shifts to Blake.

Once again, to my sheer horror, the second I get a whiff of his masculine scent, my dick has a fan-man moment and begins to harden.

If anyone else talked to me like this and I mean anyone, I'd have zero problem putting them in their rightful place.

Yet the words of rebuttal refuse to form.

My lips remain clamped shut and I find myself giving a nod of consent.

I don't bother waving goodbye or trying to finish my conversation with Melissa.

Instead I simply spin on my heels and trudge towards the elevator in a state of fury and confusion.

Blake steps into the spacious elevator just moments behind me.

As soon as the door closes, he slips his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

His eyes are like black crystals as they stare down at me.

A muscle along his jaw line twitches, a subtle sign of his own anger that he refuses to show on an otherwise masked expression.

"Mr. Greene, has your deep-rooted hunger impaired your memory?"

"What? No," I answer, wondering what the hell is he talking about?

'Blake finishes removing his sunglasses. He nods once. Stiffly.'

He pulls out a white cloth from his pocket and leans against the side wall of the elevator.

His fingers move in a circular motion as he begins to clean the lenses of his sunglasses.

"I see," his voice drops to a whisper, each word more calculated than the last.

"Then you're purposely trying to piss me off?"

"What? No. I just thought..." my voice trails off.

'I just thought... what?'

Now that Blake's boyfriend is coming into town that I'm free to do as I please?

Or that if I pissed him off enough he'd cancel bringing his boyfriend in the first place?

"Your instructions are bull," I correct myself with shaky confidence.

"And you can't say shit about me hitting on anyone, especially with your boyfriend coming into town tomorrow morning. That's not very professional, now is it Mr. Benson?"

The silence following my sneering question seems to sizzle with heat.

Blake's fiery gaze studies me from head to toe.

'Is he checking me out? Gross.'

I don't want some man loving douche bag giving me the once over.

So, why am I hard as a rock?

Blake straightens his spine and the couple inches of height he has on me seem to go on for miles.

"While you're on this trip, Callum, you're here to work. Nothing more. Unfortunately for you, not only do I pay your check every week but also I am the CEO of the entire company. My company, my terms, my rules."

"Then I'll just quit."

A dark smirk spreads across Blake's lips.

"I wouldn't suggest it. You signed a contract with me, one that would be very costly to you should you choose to back out before the designated end date."

"You're bullshitting me," I sputter.

"Hardly. It's not my fault you didn't read the contract over more closely before signing."

My heart races in my chest, the blood rushing so fast I can feel it pulsing in my ears.

Every argument I have is deflated when it comes to him.

He either finds a way to counter my words or he ignores them completely.

Not knowing any other angle to choose, I cock my head to the side and lower my voice.

"I'll file a complaint if I have to hear you have nasty faggot sex."

Blake doesn't look surprised in the slightest by my words but there's an emotion in my voice that I don't intend to be there.

"Is that so, Mr. Greene?"

"Yeah. It's disgusting."

He hums in his throat.

There's speculation and amusement gleaming in his gaze.

He gives a final brush of his cloth to his sunglasses and then gestures down my body.

"Then please, do explain to me why you've had a boner throughout this entire conversation."

"I... it's... Melissa," I exclaim.

"That chick was hot as hell."

Blake narrows his eyes.

Seeing his reaction only spurs me on further.

"I've been picturing bending her over," I continue.

"I can just imagine how she'd look as I slowly pulled down her skirt and..."

"That's enough."

Blake closes the distance between us, pinning me into the corner of the elevator.

His scent becomes overwhelming as he raises his hands above my head to box me in.

My heartbeat throbs, both seeming to speed up and slow down at the same time.

"If I didn't know any better, Callum," Blake says with a heated whisper.

"I could swear your disgust and outrage is simply a defensive mechanism."

"Pfft. What's that supposed to mean?"

Blake moves his head closer to mine and his lips are mere inches away from my own.

Holy shit.

His breath is the source of the rest of his scent, it has to be.

Every breath that pushes past his lips caresses my skin in a wave of warmth and seduction.

"I think you're jealous, Callum," my boss whispers.

[twopoppies]

hi!! i looked in your fic rec MP and i didn't see it, so i thought I'd ask. i read In Vogue recently and LOVED it and then I've been binging project runway episodes (bc why not) and now I'm craving good fashion fics. maybe even a project runway one. have you read any good ones? and could you maybe rec some?

Hi sweetheart. Ohhh, I love that fic. And yes, I’ve got a few that have to do with fashion.

In Vogue by otpwhatever / @thecelineharry (M, 121K) This one is just….so much. The intensity of the characters, the crazy hot smut (oh god, the window scene), the FASHION, the angst (I had to take a walk around the block after reading it), the epic love story between two men who could rule the world if they could just figure their shit out. The fic has been deleted, but the link is to a download.

These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity (M, 31K) This author has written so many great fics and this one is really lovely. I also always like when one of the boys is not what he seems to be on first glance. There’s also a second part, told from Harry’s POV.

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (M, 20K) the characterizations and set up for this fic are sharp and funny, making this a really fun read. Plus there’s a lot of talk of Louis worshipping Harry’s thighs. LOL!

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M, 202K) Let me start by asking you to please read the tags on this one. It’s a very well-written fic, but it deals very graphically with Louis’ character’s eating disorder. At the time it was written some people felt it did not portray ED recovery accurately, so if the subject is at all triggering for you, please don’t read this one. Of that’s not an issue for you, make sure you have tissues ready because I ugly cried through almost all of this. I read it years ago and loved it at the time, but it’s not one I could handle reading twice.

sweet, where you lay by @infinitelymint (E, 27K) I read this ages ago and my notes only say that it was “sweet and sexy”, which is not terribly helpful. But this author is a good one, in general, so I feel safe including it here.

The rest of these were suggested by @cuethetommo who generally likes the same sort of fics I do. I either haven’t read these, or don’t remember enough about them to have an opinion! 😆 But I trust her.

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn (M, 15K)

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart (NR, 7K)

“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.

He’s going to kill them.

He’s really going to kill them.

Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.

“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.

“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.

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//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.

This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is by LittleLostPieces (E, 15K)

Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing. And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn't what Louis is looking for in a potential partner. That’s all. He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes. His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants. They're not. Really.

swimming in a champagne sea by delsicle (E, 17K)

Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Life at Shutter Speed by zarah5 (E, 20K)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

Special Topping by LoadedGunn (E, 20K)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

everywhere (i want to be with you) by itiswhatisbutterfly (E, 42K)

Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

Young Gods by sincewewereeighteen (E, 77K)

“Why don’t you stay?” Harry looked down at him and snorted. “What?”

“You’re not my type, Louis”, the boy rolled his eyes sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.

“Says the man you just had sex with”, Louis pointed feeling smart, but Harry was one step ahead of him, with the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“You see, if you were my type, I wouldn’t have”, Harry winked, cheeky as hell. “I would’ve gotten to know you first.”

“Bullshit”, he accused the boy not letting it show how intrigued he was. “How can you know I’m not your type if you don’t know me?”

“How about I list five things about you to prove I’m right and if any of them are false I’ll lie down again.”

“Ok. Go.”

[Or: the one in which Louis is a model and Harry's supposed to be a normal guy... Until he isn't.]

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch.10)

Thanks to everyone who sent me messages and didn't despair to see another chapter. I have already two chapters fully written and I'm onto the 12th one. So, yeah. Sorry for the wait, my medication kind of made me numb and sucked all of my creativity.

Also, I have reached 400 followers! *cry profusely* Thanks so much to everyone who followed me.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Préviously: Thea was attacked by Jean during the last test with Hank. Nemesis and Thea mentally travelled to somewhere to Vormir and followed a little girl who carried the soul stone. As she sacrificed herself and dropped it from the mountain, Nemesis seized, then Thea, who couldn't let them suffer in silence.

Words: 2400

TW: blood, mention of self harm

Hank wasn’t okay at all. He rubbed his temples and focused on his breathing.

Inhale. Exhale.

The buzzing noise coming from the machine next to him wasn’t soothing anymore. He felt each second go by and his heart strained to remain calm.

There had been times when he thought he’d give up. Times of uncertainties like this one. It was what the X-Men had to deal with every day. It was what the cape of hero and superhero meant for them. A burden getting heavier every time they fought a villain.

Were they going to make it? Would they able to save everyone? Was it worth it at the end?

Their powers meant a responsibility that none of them had wanted. Other normal civilians expected them to save them and use all their abilities for the good cause, but what about what they wanted. To live a normal life in a world where people would welcome them without judgement. Or at least they’d try to hide it.

Hank shook his head and rubbed his temples.

He dreaded the moment when the newest generation would have to choose too. To stay here with them and become a x-men or go outside, in the real world and hide what they truly were forever.

Many chose to stay. Now more than ever. The mutant representatives in Congress, besides him, had seen how sour the situation was turning. After Sokovia, general Ross has tried to rope the president into signing the Accords. A new way to control mutants and to rate them as animals from what they consider being the most powerful to the least.

There was no doubt that Ross wanted to gather as much intel as he could in order to use them. Like a Pokemon trainer, he’d have all of their personal information and powers in hand ready to single them out and use them as war machines.

“Are you okay?”

Hank repressed a sigh and smiled tiredly at Scott, who looked as exhausted as him.

“I could ask you the same.”

Scott shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. Although he couldn’t see his eyes, Hank could tell he was staring at Jean’s unconscious body.

“You can approach her if you want.”

Scott hesitated. He started moving forward before stopping himself as if there was an invisible wall in front of him. Hank looked at him quizzically.

“Logan told me what happened,” Scott whispered. He averted his eyes and uncrossed his arms.

Hank waited for him to continue.

“Is it true that she tried to kill the girl?”

Hank kept his silence.

“Fuck, Jean…” Scott shook his head and walked closer to her. This time he didn’t stop until he was next to her bed. He sat next to her and held her hand. “Is the girl, okay?”

“Physically, yes.”

“And mentally?”

Hank stood up slowly. He rearranged Xavier’s cover on his body and walked to the door.

“She came here looking for answers and a refuge. All she found was someone who attempted to kill her twice.”

Hank closed the door behind him and walked to Xavier’s personal office. It was by far the most comfortable place in the academy and the closest to the infirmary. He didn’t want to leave to his own quarter and miss if something happened.

He let his legs transport him to the couch near the French windows and he fell on his back. He groaned when his back cracked and tried his usual deep breathing exercise. He inhaled and exhaled trying to let his thought go and find his safe place.

As he was about to find his peace, a familiar fire-like cercle slowly appeared in the middle of the office.

Hank closed his eyes and counted to ten.

“Need some?”

Hank stretched his hand to where Dr. Strange would be and grabbed a box filled with chocolates. His favorites. Made in Swiss with hazelnut and salted caramel.

Hank opened the box and popped a chocolate. He groaned as the sugary flavor burst on his tongue. He also mentally thanked Strange for letting him enjoy his snack before getting to the reason of his visit. If Hank knew anything about Strange, whatever he had to say would be terrible, would demand probably more efforts and involvement than Hank liked and there will be no true gratification. Unless they had to save the world…

He chuckled at the thought.

No one went to the X-Men to save the world.

Nope.

The Avengers maybe, but never the X-Men. They were relegated to earthly threats. And by earthly he meant the US, and if Ross had his way they’d be already on a leash as he’d send them overseas intruding into countries they had no business to be in and to spy on foreign government secrets.

“Lay it on me, Doc.” He said followed by a deep sigh.

When Strange left him, Hank fell easily asleep. A deep, perturbated sleep where a huge serpent roamed the universe, eating each and every single planets and stars until it got to the Earth.

Hank stood still, petrified. The dream repeated itself on a loop. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to escape, fight back…everything felt so real and vivid. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, the fear bubbling in him ready to burst and the tension in his muscles as the invincible threat arrived. How could they defend their planet against this behemoth of a being?

No matter how many times he tried to control these dreams. Death. Destruction. Pain. All of these awaited them.

Unless…his last dream shifted into something new. Hank hoped it was something different. He only needed a hint of hope and he’d hold on tight. As tight as he could until the end. Because if there were a way for the Earth to be saved. He’d do anything.

Although Strange had sounded skeptical about any positive outcome, Hanks last dream anchored him.

The serpent hovered in front of the Earth mouth wide open. As it was to eat the planet, a feminine body appeared in a flash in front of him. Them. Anyone there to witness humanity’s doom.

The light surrounding her dimmed enough for Hank to recognize her. As he breathed out her name, the serpent stroke.

Thea, eyes stuck on Hank, raised one arm toward the serpent and batted it away. Just like that. As it was a mere insect. Its disappearance was sudden and without any commotion. Hank could hear screams of joy around him, but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on Thea.

She dropped her arm down, interlaced her fingers together and breathed into her two intertwined hands.

Hank swore he could hear her breath from within him. He felt the warm breath on his skin and his lungs something warm and delicious expanded in his chest. Hank felt tears coming down his cheeks. He let them roll as long as the felicity he felt could travel through him forever.

When he woke up, there were a few dried tears on his face and he wore a smile he didn’t remember having. First thing after checking on Jean and Xavier, Hank went to Thea’s room only to see her already awake. He stood at the door, feeling awkward. The dream contrary to his usual ones didn’t fade away as soon as his wake up and he felt a bit bad.

Thea was here for guidance, not for him to put all of his hope. He watched unsure as she examined her hands thoroughly. Like she’d never seen them before. Thea rose her hands in front of her face and turned them, eyes staring at each digit, intrigued.

The longer he watched her, the more he felt like an intruder. He stopped himself from fidgeting and put his hands in his pockets.

Then, Hank cleared his throat.

He didn’t expect Thea’s violent reaction. She jumped out of the bed and fell on the floor. Hank ran by her side only to be met by a strange scene. Thea was now staring at her legs like she didn’t know she had some before. She approached slowly her hand to her thigh and caressed her skin softly. The hand barely met her thigh that she flinched away.

“Thea?” Hank asked, worried. He watched her face carefully. The lack of oxygen in her brain may have cause amnesia. Something that didn’t appear in his thorough test. He cussed at himself. He should have seen it come. No one could live through that much trauma in one day and achieve a 100% recover.

Thea was still prone on the floor. She didn’t reply nor acknowledged his presence. Hank reached her slowly, trying not to make her jump and waved his hand in front of her eyes. The reaction was immediate. Thea looked at him quickly and stared at him, confused. Almost as confused as he was feeling. Only, she didn’t seem to recognize him at all.

“Thea? Do you know who I am?”

She looked at his lips, eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to talk, which had Hank already sighing in relief. A small sound barely escaped her mouth before she pressed both of her hands on her mouth. Her entire face morphed from confusion to shock. She leaped to her feet. Or at least tried to. She seemed like a baby doe trying to walk for the first time. She wasn’t stable on her feet nor looked as if she understood the simple concept of walking.

Hank raised his arm to help her in case she fell but she managed to go to the bathroom alone. She stopped dead in her track in front of the mirror. She was half-way in the bathroom, standing still.

Hank stayed near her in case…in case…he didn’t know. She could have a meltdown, fall and hit her head on the floor or…

Hank pressed one of his hands on his chest and coached himself to breath deeply. Now wasn’t the moment for a panic attack. He could do it.

The seconds stretched to minutes. Thea was frozen, staring at her reflection straight at her reflection, hands balled next to her body, and Hank was on the verge of giving up and leading her back to her room. He walked closer to her. Thea surged forward, closer to the mirror and grabbed her hair pulling it tightly. She grumbled unintelligently. She touched, patted her cheeks, lips, eyelashes, making Hank cringe.

He rushed to her side and restrained her hands. As soon as he touched her, she went limp. He took a second to take his breath and pulled her closer.

Then everything went to shit. It all happened in a blur. Thea shrieked pushing Hank away. She used Hank momentary lack of reaction to get to the cabinet underneath the sink and grabbed a pair of scissors. She barely considered the tool before raising it to her neck.

“No! Wait!” He let out, unable to move.

She didn’t spare him a look and started slicing her neck. A small rivulet of blood traveled on her dark skin.

Hank made a move to stop her. A blue blur appeared next to Thea and teleported her. Hank swirled around when he heard Diablo reappearing behind him.

“Hank! Help me! I can’t restrain her alone.” He grunted under the effort. Diablo was kneeling on the bed and pining Thea by the hands, letting her legs totally free to jerk him away.

Hank didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could.

“Fuck! What’s happening here?” Logan said as he ran into the room. He didn’t stop to take in the scene and went directly to help Diablo.

They restrained her in a matter of minutes.

Logan and Diablo discussed together over what to do while. Or that’s what Hank thought they discussed about. All he could hear was his heart and Thea’s shrieks. Everything else felt blur. He didn’t even dare move in case he’d faint or worse, have a meltdown in the middle of the room.

He didn’t even notice that Diablo and Logan led him outside the room and back to Xavier’s office. The silence in the corridor was deafening. He could still hear Thea’s scream and could still see her blood on her skin.

“Here? Drink this?” Hank grabbed the glass from Logan and drank everything in one go. The bitterness of the alcohol didn’t made him flinch. He barely could taste the liquid on his tongue, let alone feel its effect.

“I’ll…I’ll check on Xavier and Jean,” Diablo said quickly.

“Tell Hel’ and Malicia to check up on Thea.”

“B-both?”

“Hel’ is the best when it comes to healing and combat, so she’ll be able to restrain Thea in case anything goes south. And Malicia would be able to take Thea’s powers, were they to manifest. Last thing we want is a powerful and traumatized enhanced running around.”

“But what…” Diablo swallowed. “Wha-what about their “animosity”?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “animosity?”

“It has come to my attention that they had a lover spat and none of them wanted to work together. It never ends well.”

Logan raised his eyes to the ceiling. “I fucking hate these kids,” he muttered, then louder. “I don’t care Diablo. Tell them their asses are on the line and since Xavier and Jean are out, I’m the director here.”

Diablo nodded quickly. “Do I have to use your words specifically or…”

Logan growled, making Diablo squealed and disappear.

“Should have stayed in my forest.” He muttered to himself. “Lover spat, my ass. They love to fight as much as they love to make up…’ve to burn my eyes to forget…”

Logan shuddered and grimaced. “Argh, I think I need it more.” He said, taking a sip on from the bottle of rum. “This place is at that of becoming a brothel. I’m not paid enough.”

Hank huffed in agreement. The sound brought Logan’s attention to him. He crouched in front of the couch where they sat Hank down and peered into his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Whenever you’re ready…” Logan muttered as he sat down on the floor and leaned back on his elbows, legs crossed.

Hank’s brain raked everything that happened for the past few hours and decided to start with Strange. It was the easiest that way.

When he opened his mouth, the sun was already high in the sky, Logan was now laying on the rug, awake, as if it was normal, and the screams were now faded in his mind.

“Dr. Strange came to see me today…”

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Ode to an Angel-Chapter 1

Summary: You had been alone in this apocalyptic world since you got seperated from your old group and lost your brother. You were on your way to an old metal factory in the hopes of finding your former group when a herd of walkers dragged you in to the woods. You took refuge in a hut, where you met him. You have got a long road ahead and some reckoning to do.

A/N: Hey guys! the first chapter of my brand new Daryl series is finally here. I wrote for Sam Drake for a short period of time and took a looong hiatus. But it is finally time for reunion. I hope you will all enjoy it. Happy reading!!! xx seizethesam

Pearing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

This chapter’s recommended song is “My Least Favorite Life from “True Detective” by Lera Lynn. 

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"So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten thousand shields and spears. "

-William Blake

The forest was not acting on your behalf. Every tree you dodged was slowing you down, which was the last thing you wanted. The herd of dead was gaining on you, limping their ways towards your direction. You assumed that there were at least thirty of them —and let's be honest, you could not take all of them.

You were exhausted, the only thing you wanted the most right now was laying on a comfortable bed, eating whatever snack you would wish to have. But no... Those days were over a long time ago. Now the only things you had were starvation, exhaustion, loneliness, and a bunch of walking dead that were hungry for your soft flesh.

You had been trying to push your happy remembrances to the back of your memory for a long time now that you started to fear if you had forgotten them. Your mom, dad, brother—No, you would never- could never forget him. He had been your rock since the world went to shit, he had been doing everything in his power to keep you safe.

Now you were alone in god knows where. You were making your way towards the old metal factory outside the city where your former group could’ve settled when the herd came out of nowhere and led you into the woods.

You glanced back at the herd and saw that you have outrun them enough to catch your breath for a second. You stopped and leaned your back against a tree, trying to stabilize your fast-paced breathing. The loud growling of the herd was filling your ears and the smell of the rotten flesh was starting to water your eyes, making your vision blurry. For split second you close your eyes, take a deep breath to motivate yourself to continue running.

Growling sounds of the herd were exploding among the trees and meeting with your ears in a raucous matter. I need to move, now... The earth was rough under your feet despite your shoes. You could not remember how long you had been on the road like this; an excruciatingly uncomfortable backpack on your back, a gun around your thigh, and a knife attached to your belt… The blisters forming on the soles of your feet told you that it had been a long time, real long time. 

You began walking through the dark green trees. The Georgian sun was shining through the tree branches, falling on your skin to warm your flesh. Your legs were failing to carry the weight, and eyes were struggling to stay open due to the lack of energy. You didn’t even remember the last time your belly was full let alone remembering eating something decent. For the past few weeks, your menu consisted of energy bars and crappy canned food.

Today on your lunch was half a can of beans and two sips of water. The sun was getting closer to its horizon as reddish sun rays reflected upon the shiny green tree leaves, the scenery imitated a thousand sunsets all at once. Your heart leaps up at the beauty of the moment. There still are good things. That was what you wanted to believe. 

“There still are good things” you whispered to yourself, a faint smile appeared on your lips as you admired the view. 

While drinking the beauty of the wild, reckless nature, you spotted a brownish-black silhouette from the corner of your eye. When you turned your head towards the figure, you could not help the soft chuckle. It was a cottage. Without thinking twice, you made your way towards the small wooden building which looked like a single room shelter built for hunting trips. You stopped your tracks at the front of the tiny porch. There could be walkers inside, or maybe people.

You needed to be smart, careful, and needed to make most of your weapons; A 9mm with two bullets in its clip, and a hunting knife. You still did not trust yourself with the gun, but you could handle your knife just enough, enough to keep you alive this far. 

Slowly you approached to dusty stairs of the porch, carefully you stepped on the first stair. It did not squeak. You take two more steps for the other two stairs. When the last wooden step raised a surprisingly loud squeal, you heard a familiar snarl inside the old shed. 

Automatically your hand reached for the handle of your knife, taking it out of its holster. You raised the knife in front of you with a defensive pose and slowly made your way towards the tiny window near the door. The window was failing to serve its purpose as it was covered with dust and dirt, you could not see through it. If there was an unfriendly person inside, he could see you wiping the window. You crossed looking through the window off the list.

You leaned your back against the wooden wall, held your breath, and just listened to what was inside, but you didn’t hear anything other than the dead’s annoying snarl. After a few moments, deciding that there is only one biter inside, you reached for the doorknob. 

To your surprise the door was not locked, so you gladly stepped inside. Across the door was a sofa slightly covered with dust, and to your left was a small counter with two small cabinets behind it. The tiny area on the left resembled an unfunctional kitchen, but still, it was something. There behind the counter, a walker was standing, mindlessly trying to move but hitting against the wall.

When you entered the cabin, it turned its attention to your direction and took a few shambling steps towards you. Your knees were shaking, heart pounding against your ribcage. Being face to face with a walker in a tiny space as this cabin sent shivers down your spine. Just like he had taught me, no time to be scared. With that thought, you wrapped your hand around the biter's neck and pushed it against the wall as a contained gruff escaped your mouth, carefully maintaining it at arm's length. You forced the knife with your other hand to its dirty, glassy grey eye, and towards its brain. The moment that its brain had greeted your knife, the body fell on the ground with a thud, allowing you to let out a comforting sigh. 

Without wasting any time, you moved to the kitchenette hoping to find something to eat, but more importantly, water. Your half bottle water was not going to last any longer than a day, even though you were drinking no more than needed. 

You started with the drawers beneath the counter. In the first drawer were rusty scissors and four pieces of nail. The second drawer- empty. The third times the charm- empty. The fourth drawer, well the fourth drawer was bliss. There were two cans of mushroom soup, a can of cooked rice, and a whole bottle of water that will help you another two days. You persisted with the cabinets, but your luck did not. You only found a short black worn-out rope, you did not know how to use it, yet you took it anyway. 

You laid all your belongings on the counter deciding on an inventory check. All you had were five canned food including the new ones, two energy bars, a full bottle of water and your half-full bottle, a pack of tampons, rope, a flashlight, half a box of painkillers, one roll toilet paper, toothpaste and toothbrush, a detailed map of Georgia, a box of matches, a swiss knife, sterile compress, a hunting knife, a gun, and two bullets. If you did not return to the highway of anywhere near the city, you would not make it any more than three days in the woods. The city was dangerous but there was more chance of finding food and water. 

You put your stuff back to your backpack without wasting any more time. You locked the door of the cabin and dragged the body of the walker to another corner. The stench was not unbearable but still uncomfortable. You did not have any other choice other than keeping it here. Otherwise, there was a chance that someone with ill intentions could spot the body and assume that someone was inside the cabin. You could not take that chance. After securing the door, you slowly turn to the dirty sofa, its designs are no longer recognizable because of the dirt.

You lightly took one of the cushions and turn it over to reveal the clearer side. It had brown and red plaid patterns. You could not help but remember the similar ones from your family's house. It was just like the sofa that you and your older brother used to play card games. Your heart sinks at the thought and you turn the other cushion as well. 

When it was all done and well, you laid on the sofa letting out a deep sigh. Your feet hanged from the end of the sofa and instantaneously all the exhaustion of the past few days sat on your whole body like an ox as your eyes slowly gave in to sleep. 

"No! One more!" thirteen-year-old you shouted at the older brother. He had just returned from college for the summer break, "You think I'm cheating?" he said disapprovingly. 

"I know you're cheating," you said raising one brow at your brother. "You haven’t lost a game since we started." 

"That's 'cause I'm a pro. Don't be such a sore loser," he said mockingly. He got up from his seat and made his way towards his old room, while you were venting to your mother about the game. A few minutes later he exited the room with one hand hidden behind his back. 

" Whatcha got there? " You asked. He revealed his hand and swung a little red piece of rope. "Here, take this," he said giving you the piece. "For your luck," You took it from his hand and realize that it was a bracelet with a four-leaf clover in the middle. 

"Very funny," you said smiling at the older boy, "Help me with it." 

He grasped the tiny piece of rope and gently tied it to your wrist. You lifted your head to face him, he was much taller than you now. 

"So much for a cheater," you said with a grin. 

Throughout childhood, you and your brother were as close as a brother and a sister could be. But you had never known what your brother thought, what was going on his mind, his dreams. 

You abruptly opened your eyes to see a man towering you with his tall figure. He was wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt and dirty, ripped pants that seem a little big for his figure. His one foot was on the small coffee table and had a crossbow aimed at your face. Shit. His piercing stare was making the situation even more fearful for you. Your heart was pounding like a drum set in a rock concert when you raised your arms to level your head in a surrendering pose. He still did not speak but you spotted a change in his stance. He must've noticed that you were afraid as he hesitantly lowered his crossbow just an inch, his shoulders stiffened. 

"Look, um…I-I don't want any trouble," you say when the man maintained the silence. His eyes were fixed on yours; it was almost like he was trying to read your thoughts. "You can take whatever…" Silence. "I don't have much, but…" You were slowly sitting up. 

"Stay put!" he finally spoke. His voice sounded like more of a gruff, demanding but not a yell." Put your gun and knife on the table,” he said pointing at your gear.

"No-I'm j-" you refused to give your gears that have been keeping alive. 

"Ain't gonna ask again," his voice was dangerously low. It was then you realized that he had a southern accent.  

"Okay," you say with a voice no louder than a whisper, and reluctantly put the knife and the gun on the table. He took and tucked them in his belt after checking the clip. He completely lowered the crossbow and made his way towards the kitchenette with hurried steps. He quickly checked the cabinets before he moved towards the drawers, in which you had left three of your canned food. He stopped for a second, then continued. You could tell that he was filling his bag with your food. 

"The hell ya doin' here?" he asked you, still busy with the bag.

"What?" You don't understand why he was curious all of a sudden.

"Ya alone in tha' woods just with two bullets." he said disbelievingly.

" I was on the main road when a herd dragged me here," you said not knowing if it is safe to share your plans with a total stranger. "I was waiting for the herd to spread out." 

He let out a growl as a response, but you couldn’t really figure out it meant. 

"Do you know how I can go to the old metal factory,” You debated for a moment whether to ask him where the factory was. Your former group had always talked about moving somewhere outside the city where they could be away from the walkers and draw in more survivors.

"What's there?" he asked drawing his eyes from his bag to you. 

"I-I don't know," you genuinely did not know what to expect from the factory, but you were willing to give it shot. This was the least you can do for your brother. He moved away from the counter when he was finally finished and stopped on his tracks to get a good look at you. 

You hadn’t seen yourself for a long time, but you could guess how bad you looked; greasy hair to the tips, hollow cheeks, dark under eyes, skin covered with dirt and blood… 

"Ya ain't too far", he finally said and made his way to the little window. "About twenty miles south, down this way" he continued pointing his finger out the window. “Ya got a map?” he asked. 

You nodded as you slowly took out the map from your backpack, laying it on the table. He knelt down across you and began to examine the map. After a few seconds, he traced a route with his index finger. 

“Ya need to go over tha’ river, there should be a bridge,” he said. This man just had taken half your food and now he was helping you. You did not know why but you were not interested in questioning his kindliness. 

At this point you didn’t even know who to trust, this man could even lead you into a trap for that matter. But you knew that the factory would be somewhere near the area he was showing you. 

“Thank you,” you said turning your head to face him. 

He got up from his knees as he let out a humming sound as a response.

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“Ya gonna need more than just two bullets if ya gonna take tha’ route,” he said putting your gun and knife back on the table and left the cottage closing the door behind him.

 Chapter 2

Author’s Note: The first chapter is here you guys! I must admit that it is a little longer than I’ve planned but please bear with it. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. It feels so great to finally share something with you. Feedback is always appreciated. Please send me your opinions about the story. 

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"Living the life? I'M DEAD YOU FOOL!"

Nonny Here it is. 

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It was known for a fact that the Swiss Alps is one of the most beautiful and isolated places in the world. In one of the many houses, with several stories, there´s one house with one story that somehow caught its citizen´s attention, a man once proudly declared that God is not real, the same man once declared that death is meaningless. This man managed to spit on the face of God and do what only mortals can dream: brought someone back from the dead.

Hands, metallics ones, are around someone´s neck squeezing and breaking its bone in one go. The person is very familiar but the woman has no idea who she is.

The woman lay down in the comfortable bed reminiscence the nightmare she just had. The metallic hands are so real, to the point the woman(once she opens her brown doe eyes in desperation) gingerly touching her neck, the sweat is still on her body as well the fear. The dream was too lucid.

“What was that?” even her voice is a bit throaty and she suddenly tries to remember what else happened in that dream, only to just remember the dangerous hands around her neck.

Did I was killed?

This thought was too persistent to be ignored, after all, not even lucid dreams can give such effect.

Why? and where I´m?

The fear is still on her body, on her soul. Is she dead? if so, where is this place? Kitty gave a good looking at the room, for the first time, noticing how it is too clean, too polish and too classic to be her own.

Is this heaven?

“You are wake” a voice snapped Kitty back to reality(heaven?) and her brown doe eyes land on a man with blue fur, golden eyes(with a red scar in shape of a lightning bolt) tall and built and is also holding a tray of food(water and what seems to be a soup) looking, no, more scrutiny Kitty in mere seconds.

That´s right, my name is Kitty Pryde. I´m a mutant…and this is heaven.

The man comes closer, putting the tray on a table near the bed, and Kitty for the first time feels naked(is not unpleasant but a foreign feeling) as the man is that close of her space.

“Do you know who Am I?” his voice is deep and there´s something familiar on its tone. The accent is soothing, at least to Kitty, yet, is not enough for Kitty to try to cover herself(but…she wasn´t naked at all) and feeling silly for many reasons.

“You are …God?” she offers this a response and the man just rolls his eyes and mutters something in German, by the looks of it, is not a confirmation of her reply.

“No, God is not real” the man replied dryly and it should be enough to frighten the woman, instead, she just chuckles at this.

“Sorry, there´s something familiar in this,” she explained then look at his eyes again, for a solid minute, until memories(hazy and confused comes back to her) give a somewhat clear answer of this man´s identity.

“Kurt Darkholme?” her voice is full of uncertain, the dream still is too real, meanwhile, Kurt looks at her with reverence and awe as his hand, mishappen as it is, touch her face gently.

“You remember me?” his question is laced with doubt and at the same time happiness.

“I remember you, sort of, my memories are confused, if you are not God” she chuckles at his reaction “ and this is not heaven, where Am I and what happened?”

“To answer your questions; you are in Switzerland, you and I were members of the X-force, mutants that protected mutantkind, we were called to Madripoor, to find Wolverine, turns out the mission was a hoax, like always” his tone is bit dark and Kitty wonder what exactly happened in that mission.

“We were betrayed and a loose cannon tries to murder us all, thank you managed to stop him, yet, the coast was…” his daring hands are now on her face, too tenderly and Kitty closes her eyes in a sense of security “ your health” Kurt explained “you were badly injured and I take you to Switzerland to be treated”

Kitty opens and closes her eyes as his hand leaves her face. This mission is all a blank space to Kitty, except, those metallic hands. Now, her own hand, to be precise, her fingers are caressing his hair.

“I remember you, well, a little, I remember the nickname Rock Star, I remember you are a German atheist die hard and I think we didn´t go in this mission as mere teammates” Kitty explained feeling a bit of satisfaction on her part.

“Oh, you remember the nickname? You know, I´m starting to think you have a hair kink” Kurt Darkholme said in a joking(or not) way. Kitty just giggles and as her voices get weak, Kurt instructed her to drink the water and eat the soup.

“Am I better now?”

“Yes, you are, you just need to take easy, and yes, before you ask: once you completely rested, we can go do tourism here” Kurt promised to the ever-smiling Kitty who just pumps her fist in the air.

As Kitty is eating her soup, her appetite was opened and the dream(memory) is finally being forgotten, Kurt look at the clock and excusing himself he goes to finish something and he´ll be right back.

“Ok, can you bring more soup?”

“Sure” and in a smoke of brimstone Kurt Darkholme is gone. Kurt did explain her powers, yet, somehow forget to mention his own powers.

The soup can wait a little longer, as Kurt is on the basement on his house looking at the mess left behind scratching his head the man now wonder what he´ll do to clean up.

“Mother often told me to not waste, so,” open a portal the man send the mess to his sharks to eat. The creatures devoured the rest of the foot and head of his work in one go.

“Thank you” Kurt thanked the sharks as he closed the portal quickly.  The salt water the sharks brought cleaned the blood, is not perfect, of course, but is enough for Kurt.

The man now is fixing the basement. Especially in his books, one of the beings of necromancy, he closes carefully and deems enough for today, he can´t spend his entire time cleaning the basement today.

“Well, time to go get that soup” Kurt mention to himself. A paper of newspaper was found and it stated the mourning that the X-force did for one of their beloved members, Ariel AKA Kitty Pryde. His face is cold and unreadable.

“Glad that Kitty didn´t start breaking her vegan diet”  and with a smoke of brimstone once again the man goes to the kitchen. Like is a daily routine, a normal routine.