#just. kinda wish i was that again. to have the strenght and the want to off myself. i wish that so often.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hey i want to make a request for Buddha, Hades, qin shi Huang, that Just like they até training but the accidently hit they s/o in the and start bleed, but seeing the só worried make her laugh even If its hurting, and Just How they would React to that, please is my First time making a request

I LOVEE YOUR WRITING :)))

Accidentally hurting S/O while training

[ SCENARIO ] [ Buddha, Hades, Qin ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

A really interesting prompt!!! I had a loooot of fun thinking on it!! Thanks for requesting it!!

Also, I don't specify where the injury is, I only mention it and say that is bleeding

Buddha

Buddha is a really caring person, although he normally hide it behind his cheerful and carefree attitude (not because he is shy, is just the way he is), however as much as he cares for you he isn't going to treat you like you are made of glass, he is totally the type to push you or even hit you softly in a playful manner (as long as you are comfortable with it of course), and he is totally up to playfuly fight with you

If you already train he sometimes just watch you do it, sometimes he gives you some advice or even laugh a little when you strugle with something. If you are just about to start training he is totally up to help you with it (but not before tease you a little)

If you ask him if he could train with you it would be rare for him to say no (just in the case that he wants to just lay down and relax, otherwise he normally accept), and as playfuly as he is Buddha still take it kinda seriously, specially if you do take it seriously, however that doesn't stop him from joking around or tease you here and there

Buddha is totally up to playfuly fight with you, but for this to happen it should be in a more serious fight, while training he correspond your efforts and use all his strenght just to give you a fair fight, however he never has the intention of hurt you

It could be that you to just get carried away for the excitement of the fight and start to use more and more strength and being more carefree with it, Buddha even started to tease you with the power of his eyes just to mess with you and provoke you

For being so distracted with the excitement he doesn't noticed when his attacks started to be more rough or even aggresive until he sees that you had started bleeding, he is really surprised when he sees your blood and almost trip on his own for the shock, his body react before he can even think in what to say, immediatly holding you firmly but carefuly to inspect the injury

Buddha started to be so serious that when you started laughing he is shocked once again, and still it doesn't take him much time before relaxing and laughing too (if you are so amused by it then it doesn't hurt much or isn't too serious), thanks to your laugh Buddha lose all his seriousness and may even start joking about this whole situation

However, he doesn't forget that you were bleeding so he lead you to where he can treat your injury while still laughing, and after your injury is properly taken care of he will cuddle you for a while (and you won't convince him to do something else or get away from his)

Hades

Hades is a really caring person and a really fair leader, even if you weren't his partner he will never think on lay a hand on you without a good reason and being in a fair fight, although since you are his partner the only idea of you getting hurt irritated him

If you already train or want to start training and become stronger Hades find it admirable and is completely supportive with your wish, still that doesn't mean he isn't worried about it so he will try to make sure take every precaution

You have to persuade him to train with you (tease him to convice him doesn't really works, he just laugh at it saying that he knows what are you trying to do), he doesn't want to risk hurting you but still it isn't too difficult to convince him but he always stop when he thinks that you two have enough already or feel like you can't continue fighting

As time pass by, you had become stronger or already used to being in fights then Hades will feel more comfortable to fight with you in a more serious manner, now giving the best of him corresponding to your efforts

Is probably that the two of you got carried away for the excitement of the fight and went further with all your strength, so when you start bleeding for an injury he caused you Hades is in shock for a moment, seeing your blood shock him but at the same time bring him back to reality, he start panicing a little and start to apologize over and over for his carelessness and for hurting you while checking your injury

The moment you start laughing he is dumbfounded, he looks at you for a moment before relaxing and laughing softly too, he can see that you aren't mad at him or worried for it, you are taking it pretty well so there is no need for him to panic

However it isn't like he will let you like this, after laughing a little Hades tells you that is enough training for today and gently lead you to where he can take proper care of your injury

He tries to not worry much about it but that makes him be more alert to don't let himself get carry away like that again (even if you don't mind he does)

Qin Shin Huang

Qin Shin Huang doesn't seem like it or doesn't show it much but he is really caring over you, you are his beloved partner and he just wants the best for you however he tent to be really carefree and playful so it seems like he doesn't pay much attention to it

Qin is a fighter, he has got to where he is by fighting for it, so if you already train is more likely that he will insist on training with you (is just something else that he will like to share with you), however if you don't train yet but want to start to do Qin will be really supportive and excited over it, wanting to help you with it and ready almost immediately

As much as he is excited when he is training with you he won't really get carry away for the excitement, when you two are training he tries to stay focused and even when he is still a little playful he is serious too

Qin isn't going to actually fight with you to train until he is sure you have the strength to do so, not like he sees you as weak is just that when he fights he gets carried away so he wants to make sure he doesn't end up hurting you (also because with the power of his eyes he will have an advantage)

When you two start having fights as training Qin tries to don't go too harsh on you and finish it when is clear that one of you have advantage over the other or when one can't continue, however as the time goes by and you become stronger you two will have more and more fights where you don't have to hold back yourself. He is afraid of hurting, but as you two start to have more and more fights is almost imposible to avoid (and he doesn't want to treat you like if you were made of glass) so he just tries to avoid deep injuries

The moment he notice that you are bleeding Qin takes a moment to examinate the injury, but only if you are bleeding too much he stops you and ask you to stay still (if is only a little scrape he doesn't see why stop the fight if you still want to continue)

When he sees that the injury isn't too bad he goes back to his carefree attitude, and when you start laughing he is laughing with you too, however he will stop to take care of your injury he will hate for you to lose too much blood or something, and it doesn't matter if you complain or say that you can do it alone he will hold you in his arms and carry you to where he can treat your injury (either him or putting someone to do it, in any case he will stay by your side and make you have a break from training for the rest of the day)

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

G!P Mimi fucking Hyojung little sister because of all the teasing from reader's side (Don't worry I don't plan on starting a series with my ask just like I did with Soyeon little sister.... yes it was me)

Hiii bestie, you're so real for requesting a fic on Oh My Girl (I know you have a crush on Mimi👀). Also, I knew you were guilty for starting that hot mess of Family Affair 😩

G!P Mimi X Fem! Reader

Something I'm sure about Idols is that they love to be on stage, so obviously the comeback period is somehow magical for them. However it can be stressful too, especially when your group doesn't comeback for an entire year.

Luckily Mimi didn't stay completely still in this year, but through various shows in TV, her fame grew bigger and she hoped that could help in the success of her group. It was nice tho seeing all their friends and families being supportive and helping them.

Especially you: you were such a moodmaker. Being Hyojung's little sister, you were always with them during those hard days, but you were great at making them laugh with your jokes and silly teases.

Anyway with Mimi you were a little more daring, you were not afraid of touching her and getting the things a bit spicy: trying to kiss her, doing a lap dance, pressing your booty on her lap. Mimi really tried her best to contain herself, after all she didn't want to fight with her beloved leader for you.

But once you exceded in your teases with her. You decided to accompany her to a solo interview and while waiting for the show to go on air in the waiting room, you started to kiss her neck. She tried to stop you, but went on like a fool: you grabbed her bulge.

Now Mimi had enough of your antics. She pinned you on the sofa where you two were sitting. "I'm tired of you acting like a bratty girl, I'm afraid I have to teach you a lesson", she whispered in your ear, while unzipping her trousers.

You have already rumours from the girl about Mimi being big down there...but she was actually huge, like more than 20 cm for sure. You gasped seeing that beast already hard. "You don't act coy anymore, uh?", she teased for once, before moving till almost sitting on your face.

At this point you knew what was going to happen: she put her long cock all way down your throat, finally shutting you up. You really understood how big her dick was while she was fucking your face. Her grip still pinning your arm down while her hips were thrusting so hard, making you choke and spill saliva from the angles of your mouth.

After a couple of minutes your make-up was totally smudged, but you didn't care anymore because the Mimi's cock was so addicting. You were so taken from the moment that you almost choke when Mimi released her cum in your throat.

Now that she was done, you were back to fully breathing again...but actually she was NOT done. With the strenght of someone who does boxe, she turned on your tummy, starting to taking off your pants and underwear. "You should be thankful to me, I'm gonna take your ass, I don't want to give to Hyojung a niece yet", she said smirking.

Also, if she was using the back door, it meant another thing: she was going to fuck you raw. And you felt It all. Like, it was not your first rodeo from behind, but with Mimi's dimension...it was a new experience. You could feel the big veins on her member going in and out from your back hole.

And if initially it was kinda painful, soon it started to feel really good. It was clear that it wasn't the first time doing anal for Mimi too, because she knew exactly how to handle you. She knew when go slow and when speeding up. Her cock was in your ass, but she was fucking your brain as well.

"Moan for me, bitch", she ordered to you, slapping your ass, and you couldn't help but follow her command. But you reached a point where you lost the count of how many times you cum and every word was a wish to make true.

But the stronger orgasm arrived after she finally cum in your ass. It was this huge and sticky load that filled you, killing the last braincell who was still alive. She took her cock out and put It on your ass, now that it was flaccid, taking a pic of that view with her phone.

"I'm sure now you will think more about it before teasing me again, dumb whore", these were the last words you heard before fainting.

~~~

Hey, bestie, I hope you liked it, and I hope the others reader like it too. I had definitely fun writing It 🤭💙

Zazá

[flamevbirdv]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

Thank you @acediscowlng for tagging me!! I haven't posted anything in nearly a year but sure, why not

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24, I've orphaned and deleted a couple of fics lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

106 303 and I'm very proud of every single one of those words, I usually have to fight my perfectionism to put anyhting on page

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DC comics! I have one (1) les mis fic and one (1) x-men fic

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Catalogue of Things Unsaid by far my most popular fic with 1000+ kudos, it's a Superbat fic. I love re-reading this fic, sometimes I like my writing in this and sometimes not but I'm still fond of it Bear Me No Witness my most popular Jaydick fic, I worked really hard on this one so I'm glad people liked it Lost And Never Found is a moody, horror-esque JayDick fic that really fits my style blow a kiss; fire a gun my first fic ever asdfghjk idk it's kinda silly False Alarm I wrote this mostly as practice, I don't really have anything to say about it

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!.. except on wips because I'm delusional and I keep telling myself I'll reply once I update the fic... lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I have angsty endings? I don't remember most of my endings, it's my least favorite part of writing, oops

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably You're committed, I'm your crime ??? because jaydick are kids and they are cute

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, fortunately the people who read my fics want to be there

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HAHAHA...HA uhh I wrote mermaid porn, and that's it, mostly. I wrote one sex scene prior to that but it wasn't explicit

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. I don't read them either

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really, there was a Cass/Tam fic that resembled my own Cass/Tam fic: let me count the roses but this was a gift and I think the giftee just liked this concept and asked for it again LMAO

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! It was fun but I don't think I'm built for it, I like oneshots and my co-writer liked multi chapter stories hence why the only time I tried we didn't finish it lol

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jaydick ❤💙 they're the reason I started writing fic in the first place

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

😭😭😭 all of them please send help (see above: I don't like writing multi chapter stories but sometimes the plot needs them)

16. What are your writing strengths?

The way I can tell a story in 7k words or less, "short but packs a punch" is 100% my strenght. Also the fact that I really enjoy editing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. Every. Single. Time

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it in cases like les mis fandom. I get so excited when I see french especially in canon era fics. There are a lot of ways in which we can put the translation in the notes or using a skin I hate it tho, when I'm reading a fic and a latine character's only personality traits are that they are a criminal and they speak spanish BUT that doesn't mean I don't want more spanish speaking characters in fic even if they're just minor characters

19. First fandom you wrote for?

DC comics! I started writing and posting fic in 2019 and it's still the fandom that I write for today, attempts at branching out haven't been succesful

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Always the hardest question to answer but I really, really like re-reading Bear Me No Witness it has it all: Dick in a croptop, a news scandal, fake marriage and Jason messing with Dick to hurt Bruce I wish I could write a sequel!!!! (self call out)

Tagging @laaawliet @braingray @paperempires no pressure though, guys!

[loveandfictionforall]

Hi, if you still do them, I'd like to have a Supernatural Match Up. I'm a 20 year old bisexual female. I dyed my hair black and got a wolf cut which I absolutely adore. I have a black nostril ring and I'm thinking about getting a helix. I also have a tattoo and I plan on getting more. For me it's like art. I dress in dark colours and in an goth/alternative/ dark academia style. My body type, well I'm medium sized, I have hip dips, thicker thighs, little bit of belly fat and stretch marks. I'm trying to like my body and I getting better at it but I still have issues sometimes. I have 3 best friends who I trust with my live and I don't like having too many people around me, only on certain occasions. When I'm around strangers I'm usually calm, but also anxious sometimes. But I'm also capable of standing up against people or telling them what I think (usually it's against homophobes or idiots who think it's ok to harass women) When I'm around my friends, I know I can be how I want. We usually laugh or make random (also sometimes sexual) jokes or just dance around. I love playing horror games and I adore horror movies. My music taste varies, I like almost everything. I own two cats but I also want a dog sometime in the future. I can enjoy parties if the right music plays but don't rely on me to drive home because I'm totally drinking not too much but I don't want to drive home after even one glass. Next, I had a shitty past, I was SA'd by a guy when I was just 10. We lived with him for 6 years. So I have a problem with building trust. I either don't trust someone at all or I build it too quickly and get hurt in the process which already happened a few times. Now moving on from that: I'm interested in the Supernatural. If I had the physical strength I'd be a hunter but I don't have it because I'm kinda too lazy to work out a lot. I'll stick to research. That's about it. Looking forward to your match up :)

Hi there! I finally got to your request, sorry for the long wait!

I ship you with Crowley!

I think the vibe between you two would be totally awesome!

While the others may be put off by your jokes or do not understand them (Castiel), Crowley would laugh and gladly join in. I mean, he made a deal to get more dick length, do I even have to say more?

To be honest, it will take a long time and much flirting between the two of you until one of you had finally enough.

Crowley would worship your body and personality, trying to give you everything you need to statisfy your needs and wishes.

Even though you do not have a a lot of strenght, he will teach you some basic things just so he can know that you can survive until he is there.

And believe me, he will not hesitate to brutally murder anyone who dares to lay a hand on you.

Oh and if someone flirts with you? Yeah, you will never see that person again...

(He loves tracing your tattoos 🤭)

[sashi-ya]

Hi Sashi! So, funny thing: I never wanted to read or watch Bleach, still don’t want to (for no particular reason), but thanks to all the reels of Bleach’s fights in the TYBW, that are more than beautifull by the way, I have become curious about some stuff and I know almost nothing about it, have no ideia what happened or what is going on, that is why I came to the Bleach specialist (that is you by the way). So, I know that Unohana fights the other kenpachi (is his name Zaraki?) and oh my God I’m really loving to hear “Bankai” lately, but like, she let’s herself get killed? Because i read that she killed and healed him a lot of times during the fight, and that she only wanted to unlock all his powers, so I want to know who is stronger, and is she really dead? Oh, and didn’t you post a manga panel where she talked to Aizen in his prison or something? The other thing for now must be a very popular question, does Ichigo love Rukia? Should they have ended up together? And other than your husband, who are your other favorite Bleach characters? Thank you and I wish you have a happy week!!!

Hi baby!! I'm flattered to be called a specialist! But I'm just a simp for Kubo's writing! 🙊 So, let me tell you about it then! (I will explain under the cut cause it is very long and heavily spoilery) ⬇⬇

About Unohana, yes. She is sadly gone. Unohana happened to be the first Kenpachi (the first shinigami to uphold such title. These individuals are not only hella strong but also reckless. Mercenary people who live for the joy of the battle. They aren't exactly moved by a sense of justice or protecting others, but only because they are bloodthirsty for violence). Back then, Unohana used to be a different type of captain (souls live for very veeeery long times, for example Unohana was as old as the world itself) than what the current pretend to act like. So back then she was TIRED of fighting with people who weren't as strong as her and neither had that same "ambition". However, one of those days, a kid -a very violent, kinda savage kid- appeared and to shorten things up they fought sharing the joy for battle... but, thing is, Zaraki somehow suppressed his own strenght so that Unohana would continue to be his opponent forever, because she was the only one able to satisfy that "violence" hunger. So, when the time was right, during TYBW where shit was going down and Quincies were killing everybody, Shunsui (the man that's now the general commander) allowed Unohana to fight Zaraki one more time to make him unleash such power that he had been holding back. Unohana accepted, and killed and healed him enough times for Zaraki to stop holding back. Because there can only be one Kenpachi upholding the title she got killed, and she died with a smile cause her purpose was fullfiled.

Unohana does not speak to Aizen while he is imprisoned. However they do fight in the same place where Aizen is sealed; the Muken (or infinite prison) cause it is literally an infinite void where they can fight with no problem. Now, maybe you are confusing either Shunsui freeing Aizen to help them fight the quincies during the invasion OR a previous Kenpachi (imprisoned as well, called Azashiro Kenpachi) who does speak to Aizen in one of the novels (but there isn't any panel for that).

About Ichigo and Rukia ➡ they do love each other but like friends! they do have a VERY strong connection, but that's it. There are several reasons why people ship them (and it's totally ok! I would have love to see them as a couple in the end if that was what Kubo wanted). 1. Pierrot (the studio that animates Bleach) had some kind of kink for them being a couple: MANGA DOES NOT STATE IT. In fact they changed and added many things in order to make them look like they were ending together. 2. Pierrot again: HATED Orihime making her to look "stupid" and Ichigo to be a lot less interested in her, which is the total opposite.

In the end, the official couples are Rukia married to Renji with a daughter called Ichika who is also a Shinigami and a total badass who seems to be in love with Ichigo's son. And Ichigo married to Orihime with a beautiful son called Kazui (also a shinigami)

(there is yet another reason why a human like ichigo (even if he is also a shinigami a quincy and bla bla) can't be married to a soul like Rukia: souls live almost eternally (if not killed/get mortally ill) and get older within a very different range of time than humans. (Time passes differently in the Soul Society -where shinigami and souls- live). Ichigo needs to leave his body behind to be able to use his "soul body", how could his human body survive without someone living inside of it? it could be considered like someone in vegetative state, his body would need to be treated in a hospital. Plus, you could say "ok he could khs, right?" yes, but that probably wouldn't sent you to Soul Society but to Hell so there would be no way.

My fave Bleach characters ➡ besides my lovely Byakuya I would say I love most of them but I have a special place in my heart for Ishida Uryuu, Ulquiorra (by far the best character ever written in the history of manga to me) Aizen (the god) and Orihime Inoue 💖🙆‍♀️

Thank u so much for asking! I really hope you get to watch or read Bleach one day! I guarantee you will like it :3

[theomnicode]

Aight so, I've not posted this fanfic thingy all the way back from May because I don't often post unfinished WIP stuff that I've just type on discord but I'm feeling it might suddenly become relevant...

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Saigenos in a nightmare

- soundscape -

Saitama stares blearily ahead as he rolls down his futon. Whole day of busting monsters would make anybody tired and even someone as strong as Saitama needed his sleep.

"Man I'm tired", he stretches his mouth open with a mighty yawn and throws away his hero clothes, switching to his pyjamas, "whole day of busting monsters, I am so ready to sleep."

Genos rolls down another futon next to his sensei and nods his head. "We definitely deserve our rest sensei, today was quite a busy day. I will wash our clothes in the morning." Silence greets him and he turns around and sees Saitama is already seemingly fast asleep and breathing evenly, completely tuckered out and awkwardly sprawled on his futon, hugging his pillow.

Genos huffs in amusement and settles down to sleep, muttering "good night sensei" and getting back half-asleep mumble of good night wish. Genos shuts his eyes and lets sleep mode take him into the realm of dreams.

Neither notices the ominous shadowy figure outside their window, cast in moonlight.

- soundscape -

-*-

Saitama's dream looks… very weird. Vibrant purple and black colours surround him, pulsing pustules with veins covering them and the entire view feels unsettling on a deeply subconscious level. Saitama realises he is dreaming and remembers something called lucid dreaming where the person becomes aware of their dream state. He had a lucid dream a bit ago against the ground moles- whatever were they called again- and ponders if he could actually have some fun fighting against somebody strong in his dream state. Yet his instincts are on high alerted state, so he remains cautious and looks around, attempting to pinpoint any potential threats.

He catches movement in his peripheral vision and immediately accosts the blurry shadow figure.

"Oi, are you here to conquer the surface as well, sewer dude? Bring it!" He shouts and claps his fist into his palm. The blurry figure suddenly sharpens in appearance and Saitama can make out it's actual features: molding, cancerous and pustule filled face, sharp and long knives in place of it's fingers and weirdly enough, brimmed hat.

"Wait, aren't you from that old american film? The uhm… "A night mark on Elmo" -something?" Saitama points excitedly.

"It's "A Nightmare on Elm street"", the figure scoffs, "and I am called Akumu, your worst ephialtes."

Saitama picks his ear. "The what now?"

The purple and crueler looking Freddy Krueger lookalike sighs. "It does not matter. I'm not here to wax philosophy, I am here to make a proposition."

"Couldn't you have waited till morning? I wanted to sleep at least 10 hours, I'm beat. Although this lucid dream is kinda cool…" Saitama makes a show of looking around awed, but the uneasy feeling in his gut does not fade away.

- soundscape -

Akumu does not look amused and clenches his fist, stretching his knife-fingers menacingly. "Don't play dumb with me, Saitama." Hearing his name coming out of the monster's mouth so casually makes chill creep down on his spine and he straightens his posture, narrowing his gaze.

"So what do you want? Spill the beans."

The monster's jaw breaks into a wide, cruel grin. "I want you to become a monster and join our cause, bring havoc into this world. With your strenght, we can bring the world to it's knees."

Saitama stares. "In your dreams."

"Heheheh…" the being laughs, unperturbed by Saitama's response. "Funny, that we are in fact, in my dreams. I control everything that happens in the dreamscape. Everything. For I am the Hypnos of Nightmares, everyone who dreams will bow down to my will." He raises his knife hand and points at Saitama. "You included. Your subconscious is my plaything now. And I can dig out your deepest, darkest secrets, hopes and fears. You will join us, one way or another."

Saitama grits his teeth. So much for peaceful slumber.

-*-

- soundscape -

Genos did not recall a time when his dreams used to be this… vivid. Psychedelic even. He frowns as he looks at the violet zone he's standing on, the unnatural formation of abscesses making him feel on edge. He remembers turning in and activating sleep mode like he normally does, and yet his internal status readouts indicate he is not resting. Red ERROR message flashes in his status monitoring screen. Something is very off and he intends to find out what.

'Lucid dreaming? Possibly, but inconclusive, my scanners would confirm a resting state of my body in that case', his logical mind started to tick down potential causes. 'A monster attack is also unlikely, my proximity sensors would've sensed an intruder and a monster would have tried to take advantage of our sleeping states and strike. However, Sensei would have woken up and eliminated the threat instantly, if that was the case.' His golden irises scan the environment fruitlessly, not detecting any anomalies. 'My status informs me my physical body is also unharmed. I wonder what is going on…'

A sudden alert from his sensors makes him instantly turn and ready his stance, pointing his incineration cannon at the source; a blurry figure materialises roughly twenty meters away from him. A memory strikes him as he takes in the humanoid form with grotesque face, dirty sweater and a knife-glove.

"Why do you look like the fictional mass murderer from a classic American horror film that me and sensei watched few weeks ago? What is your intent? Answer me or I will eliminate you", he demands from the mysterious character.

The uncanny humanoid huffs in amusement. "Heh, straight to the point as always, Genos." Then the monster's visage turns into an ugly sneer. "Or should I call you Gennosuke? Or maybe even that dear nickname Gen your mother used to call you by?"

If Genos still had an organic heart, it would have leaped to his throat and he barely suppresses a flinch, black schlera widening. "How do you know--"

"Your real name?" The monster interrupts him, finger-knives scratching against each other in sinister fashion. "I know everything, my dear Genos. You may call me Akumu, the governor of dreamscape and your worst nightmare. Why don't you amuse me for a little while?" He taunts and waves Genos towards.

Genos' expression turns into controlled anger. He refused to show anymore how much this monster's knowledge has shaken him. "I will squeeze the answers out of you then."

"You can try."

Bright, white-hot plasma erupts from Genos' mechanical palm. "Incinerate!"

Large explosions and gouts of flame burst from the spot where the figure was last seen standing and Genos sprints into action.

- soundscape - Monster theme

- soundscape - Genos theme

His motion sensors catch the monster's blurred movement jumping out of the explosion he had caused and Genos chases swiftly with a thruster propelled punch and when that move gets expectedly blocked, he uses that momentum to extend his leg into a spinning kick at the monster's head. He's unprepared for the figure completely vanishing from his vision, untrackable.

'That fast!? No, that was not speed, that was--' he barely manages to correct his landing when sharp knives thrust at his side and he deflects with his own retractable arm-blade, swinging upwards, metal grinding on metal loudly as he pushes his opponent away and rears his other hand into a punch, high voltage escaping his closed fist. Again, the figure disappears before his strike connects and he immediately probes the area for any organisms.

'This monster can teleport at will, so he could appear from anywhere. I need to be cautious.'

His quick reflexes save him as he ducks a swipe aimed at the back of his neck, intent on decapitating him. He answers with a rocket booster powered heel kick into the being's stomach and hearing a satisfying grunt of pain, powers up both of his arm cannons to lift from the ground into another spinning kick. He clicks his tongue in annoyance when he hits empty air. But this time he is ready for it, the cybernetic engine inside his chest already energized.

Genos' eyes suffuse into golden light. 'Accelerate'

His form disappears into supersonic speed with a loud boom, kicking up soft mould in his wake.

Less than a blink later, his metallic form clears into existence behind Akumu, who had attempted to flank and stab him in his previous position. He allows a small smirk grace his lips at the confused sound his opponent makes when he realised he had missed the target.

"I have analysed your attack pattern. You lose."

"Machine Gun Blow!"

Genos' fists seem to phase into multiple copies at the extreme velocity of his vicious punches, each hit compacting forcefully into the unguarded back of his enemy and sending him flying.

'I got him now', Genos thinks victoriously and with grim determination to finish it, crouches and claps his arms together to fuse them, opening metal plates into several large cannons glowing with heat, ready to fire.

"Incinerate!" He shouts as he shoots a massive, spiraling beam of plasma directly at his foe, encompassing them in it's deadly ray. A solid hit that should have evaporated the monster entirely and he observes the spectacle of ruined and burning landscape, unfusing his sizzling arm cannons and puffing excessive steam out of his mouth.

- soundscape -

A clapping sound on his left makes him gasp in disbelief and turn on his heel to face the gnarly monster. He appears entirely unhurt, even the brimmed brown hat he's wearing appears untouched. How-

"Bravo Genos, bravo. You sure like to put on a show eh?" Akumu comments derisively. Genos stares at him furiously and the clapping abruptly stops. He almost does not hear the following, soft whisper the Nightmare incarnation makes under his breath.

"My turn."

Genos' legs suddenly give out under him, severed from knees down.

'What?'

He grunts in surprised pain and falls on his side as Akumu teleports in front him, a pair of robotic shins in his hands. "Now what were you saying about me losing hm?" He tosses Genos' broken legs away like rags. "I don't think you scrutinized our conversations carefully enough, my dear Gennosuke. Forget something important when you fought me?" He jeers with a cruel tone.

Genos wracks his brain for anything significant he had missed, nervous at this new development. "You call yourself Akumu, the governor of dreamscape and self-proclaimed worst nightmare of mine." He delivers flatly and pulls his arm closer to support his upper-body weight.

"Good, now tell me what does that entail? Go on, use that remaining brain of yours", Akumu continues mockingly, tapping his head with a finger.

"…The governor of dreamscape…wait, you mean--"

This entire time, they had been inside a dream!? Everything felt so real. Too real. Even the brittle texture of the soil under his arms registered in his sensors, the energy output, pushback and heat of his Spiral Incineration Cannon felt too tangible. Genos had considered the possibility and discarded it, but now…if this monster implied it had full control over his dream…

The monster's face stretches into a wide smirk. "Welcome to your worst nightmare. Are you not entertained?"

Genos acutely wishes he hadn't gone to sleep at all.

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Now my long thoughts about this and why I'm posting it now lol.

"Couldn't you have waited till morning? I wanted to sleep at least 10 hours, I'm beat. Although this lucid dream is kinda cool…" Saitama makes a show of looking around awed, but the uneasy feeling in his gut does not fade away.

Literally Saitama in chapter 172.

Akumu does not look amused and clenches his fist, stretching his knife-fingers menacingly. "Don't play dumb with me, Saitama."

Literally Fubuki to Saitama in 176.

"So what do you want? Spill the beans."

Chapter 172 cover.

"Good, now tell me what does that entail? Go on, use that remaining brain of yours", Akumu continues mockingly, tapping his head with a finger.

I swear to god Genos getting literally halved in two with one side of the brain remaining hadn't even crossed my mind. Or maybe it had, subconsciously. But damn if this is not a prophetic level taunt. I wrote this originally in 11th of May 2022.

Now my random discord thoughts about this from discord.

yap edgy teen genos oh my god I hadnt even realised THEY SOUND PHONETICALLY VERY SIMILAR TOO abjdsladfs<;f I think my subconscious is more brilliant than I am I had only thought about the alphabetic letters in it omggg

gennosuke 元之丞 元 means "origin."　之 means "this. dictates."　丞 means "to assist."

Akumu actually means nightmare in japanese and bunch of the monsters have japanese sounding names too "What does ephialtes mean in modern Greek? Name. After the betrayal of Ephialtes, the name "Ephialtes" received a lasting stigma; it came to mean "nightmare" in the Greek language and to symbolize the archetypal traitor in Greek culture." lol I didnt even see the symbolism, it fits even better now because he wants to make saitama essentially betray everyone for personal gain for monsters and for saitama's personal interests hm I did not really make the villain speech as I wanted cuz I wanted to express that he controls dreams so he can do whatever and that it also translates into real world but I also wanted him to laugh when saitama quips "in your dreams" because it would be funny to a villain who's specialty is dream control

do I want him to go all out and the monster just overwhelming him, or do I want him to have difficulty even using his moves because it's a dreamscape and there's this funny thing about dreams where person often feels resistance to like, moving around and so your body can feel like it's not obeying your commands inside dreams even if you want it to or do I just want the monster to subvert his control like genos can't do anything because the monster is all powerful inside a dream

genos has to struggle, because the point is that if he loses, he would die inside his dream and become brain-dead for going into coma and what the monster wants is either saitama's overwhelming desire to help genos would aid the monster in using his power to turn saitama into a monster because the monster wills it or if that does not happen, genos would lose and die and saitama's anger would also turn him into a monster and the reason this could even happen would be because it's a dreamscape so the monster can manipulate what happens inside uuhm hold on lemme think more..

but also, I want to make it so saitama feels powerless to help genos, because he's isolated from genos inside his own dream and the monster can just showcase him what is happening inside genos dream (actually hold on my original plan was that there is a forcefield that keeps him at bay but there is no fucking way saitama could just.. go into genos dream and help him) (I am confusing my own narrative here uuh) it would work better if saitama cant just punch his way into genos dream but it would also give him no real way to help genos I had also thought that if saitama exits his own dream, he would leave genos behind to die inside his dream, so he cant just bust out willy nilly the conclusive moment would've been that despite the monster being in control of dreams, that saitama's overwhelming willpower would overturn the dream in his favour so he could go and defeat the monster inside genos dream and then they could exit actually would it make sense that the monster just connected their dreams anyways, I wanted to make it so the monster has control, so saitama cannot just punch it to non-existence and even if he did, he would doom genos into coma because genos could not get out on his own and saitama's dream would end if he defeated the monster on his side of dream maybe the monsters's physical form is actually really weak, so the very moment they both wake up, saitama could def just punch the creep but the real question is: do I write that they can like, use their powers but it's just not working at all or do I write it so that they feel super nerfed inside their dreams and that's why they can't touch this monster

I think I actually got it, they do not have to defeat the monster inside their heads, it is enough that saitama gets to genos via their connected dreams because he has enough willpower to force them to awaken despite the monster influence meanwhile, genos does not have this unbending willpower and he would be stuck if he was left alone (muokattu) people awaken from bad dreams, but it's the monster who keeps them inside their dream against their will is it too lame way to conclude?

also I kinda worry what would be the implication of… saitama busting out the dream barrier between his and genos dream to get to him I know there are some documentations bout dream world irl about shared dreaming aren't they? where people dream about the same thing or appear in other people's dreams randomly actually hold up what does genos even wear to sleep because that would be his dream appearance saitama would have his pyjamas maybe I can make saitama try to take down the monster, but it's just not working well for him and at first he feels kind of thrilled because he's having fun time fighting like against the subterraneans, but then the monster reveals how he would force saitama turn into a monster and does that villain explanation trope about what would happen to poor genos if he just defeated him here or left and it would also reveal the connected dream and saitama realises that genos is dreaming too and he's also losing and whatever thrill he had turns into dread but also the problem is that… if they dont have enough power to defeat this monster singularily because the monster controls the dreams and therefore, all the actions they can do against him, then how could they defeat them even if they tag teamed since the point is that the monster is undefeatable inside their dreams

hm, maybe they could TRY to tag team first but then figure out that the monster is still in control and perhaps even exerting it's control over them more because it's getting desperate it's plan to turn saitama into a monster is not working becuse saitama can now protect genos from him so idk, maybe saitama gets this genious idea and he actually slaps genos awake and then himself

but honestly, I've already built this monster into being something that can look at person's subconscious and knows everything, so it knows what that person hopes and fears and their memories, so it knows what is important to saitama and tries to use that knowledge against him

and I want to convey saitama feeling like he's being cornered via this intimate knowledge of his self, that he does not have choice because he cannot one punch this monster out of existence in his dream and unless he allows the monster to turn him also into a monster and recruit him, he would lose genos if he does not comply and if he allows the monster to kill genos, the monster would use his emotional state to turn him into a monster anyway convey that it's a lose/lose situation for saitama

also I had just though about the baku idea and it would be funny that when they wake up and see the baku and saitama is like "…what are you?" and then genos in typical genos fashion, goes into explanation about mythological creatures and then saitama cuts him off and is like "yea yea but why does it look like a (whatsitcalled)" and then baku starts to whimper and grovel because it's actually a small cowardly monster who just tried to appeal cool and useful to the monster association and who had watched too many horror movies and saitama is not amused and yeets him into the pavement below because he doesn't want to clean up monster guts from his apartment at 4am but it would also just kind of make slight of the entire dream that happened and im not sure I want that

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So...dream monster Freddy Krueger that uses subconscious against them. :D

[serendipityegg]

ok i think the reason im so upset these days is bc halloween reminds me of how much i want friends, like halloween is like a family holiday, its perfectly acceptable to go out with friends this day, even kids do so, and it makes me jealous? upset?? that i get reminded of that, despite how much i love the vibes and putting on a costume and stuff

other years i went to a party, hung out with a friend at her house, chatted on discord with a friend, went to a cosplay event... and now, im a loser in her messy room, i cant even hangout with my boyfriend bc of reasons beyond our control, and it stings so bad to be stuck in place in such a fun day

and trust, i tried so many ways of making friends, like SO MANY and people always ask me about this one college friend i have, but hes so out of touch with feelings, i want to open up about stuff and this guy cant handle being told to do something again and WEEKS later i find out hes upset bc of this, what kind of friend is that, i wanna be told im wrong and improve from that

i dont want to be mean to him, hes a kind guy, but hes kinda inmature and this really isnt the kind of friendship i need rn, i cant handle fake responses and guessing that something is wrong. i cannot do all the heavy lifting and decide for him every. single. thing. he has to do

maybe some other time

also in college all people do is ask about him while im just standing there like: "hello yes i am good what about you? ask about fucking me, dont baby that guy"

i say like oh im taking this class in the afternoon "what about him hes gonna be so lonelyyyyy i cant believe you left him all alone" I TOOK THE CLASS BEFORE???? AND HE DIDNT ASK???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE MY LIFE am i supposed to be thinking about him all the time??? he doesnt even have the strenght to say something to defend me when people walk all over me

im so tired, i dont wish him bad, i just want someone to wish me good, i want someone to make an effort to see me, to think in the middle of the day "hey where is she, this made me think about her, i care about her"

im so not having a good time in college, i really wanted this place to be a chance for a new start, bc school was tainted by an image of me being cold and uptight (thats what i was told by a classmate, after we just decided to hang out one day) but oops, the autism slipped through and now thats kinda my image now, no one greets me and the group i hang out with its so shitty, i get so anxious going to college every morning

anyway this was about halloween, i used one of my cosplays from when i was 15, truly a simpler time for me and didnt even know it

heres to hoping next year im happier, i want to live life and smile with friends, thats not much to ask, is it

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[feminariden]

Finished the movie! It really is that good! First superhero movie i actually enjoyed!

It really lives up to the hype, the animation is absolutely.... godly tbh? Maybe even more than that, the final battle might be the greatest animated fight scene of all times, i definitely need to watch it again on youtube later, not a single frame that wasn't a masterpiece, i want to print them all and tape every i own with that, kt was just very beautiful and colorful, way better than i was expecting

Now, as for the plot, it was great, i guess the only "flaw" is that certains parts like the villains really felt For The Fans and barely know enough of Spiderman lore to know what each of them are or do, but like, none of them were bland or had bad motives, i def loved Octavia, from her designs to her fights and evil intelligence, but I do wish we got to know more about Miles' uncle because that was one hell of a twist; but i Don't want to read Spiderman or consume any Spiderman material so I guess i'll just live with my questions :/

Comparated to the villain i think the Spider Team was introduced quite amazingly instead, the little gimmick to explain each comic where they come from like if the reader already knew that works pretty well, you don't get the full story but you still get everything you need to understand them as characters and people; all of them felt really complete despite not getting a lot of screentime, every scene with them was written with a clear purpose in mind and a message to get across to the viewer

Def loved Peni and her gimmick (even my dad loved it) and the scene where her mecha gets broken is the closest this movie got to make shed a tear, Spider Noir was quite... interesting? He is the one who left me with more questions out the heroes but because he's so cool i want know more about him, Spider-Man was quite... epic i might say, as someone who watched a lot of Looney Toons as a kid i really enjoyed his gags, Gwen was someone who i kinda expected more screen time by how it seemed like to be the tritagonist but she really wasn't? I found Miles' dad to have a bigger role as hero than her, but I still liked her, she was funny, smart, helpful and elegant in her strenght, nothing to complain except her awful Karen haircut but it wasn't her fault </3, kinda sad she only accepted Miles' friendship only in the end because their potential dynamic seems pretty cute and fun, but Oh Well there is a new movie for them to explore it! Cool spider(wo)man moving on.

(Oh and as for Blondie Parker, liked his time as Migues' first supporter as spiderboy, despite his bravery you can really feel how tired and cynical he has become from being Spiderman, a struggle that got later inspired by Peter B, tragic character who never got clusure and left a wife behind, maybe the biggest rewl tragedy of this movie tbh)

Getting to the Main Characters... Miles and Peter B Parker were just... exceptional tbh

One of the most unique mentor/student duos i have seen, i love how both have their own "zero to hero" arc in different directions, Peter B isn't any less talented as blondie Peter, but he isn't nearly as heroic as him, and Miles, who is just some art kid with nerd tendencies that literally has the weight of his universe of his shoulders snd eventually their arcs mirror eachother, Peter B understand that he doesn't want to be alone anymore and that he NEEDS a family to care about, and Miles gets he CAN do it alone because his family cares about him, poetry into motion

I found both of them to be extremely relatable, Miles doesn't want to disappoint people anymore and Peter B is just burnout, but they both learn that with great powers come great responsabilities but also new opportunity and that's what worth fighting for, always keep fighting no matter the odds to get your happiest ending possible

Also their bond is soooooooooooooo sweet, I love this kind of found family that is like "yeah these people have their own families but there are still fatherly feelings around here", Miles is the reason now Peter B wants a kid and that's hilarious, they carry this movie, like- no actually they MAKE this movie

And speaking of family i love how this movie uses Miles' parents, it really makes a good job to keep them involved in the narrative and Miles' life without getting in the way of the spider matters, Miles' bond with his father was such a core part of his arc and themes, it's just as important to the ones between Miles and Peter B, Rio isn't as important but she was sweet too, love to see parents that ALIVE and a POSITIVE INFLUENCE IN THEIR CHILDREN'S LIVES

Miles is just... a dorky little baby who has no idea how much he's been blessed with lol, he's so good at everything he does but the first time he finds something he's shit at he's just "welp i'm not going to speak to my parents for a 2 days now", he's such a real teenage boy

This "family" theme carries onto different characters, like Peni and losing the robot her dad made, the uncle's relationships with both Miles and his brother, and even Aunt May, who is now, well kinda alone at this point, but I did loved she was Spider Team's main ally and kept the... spidercove for them? (I'm sorry but was this in the comics? because where i'm kinda lost on that ngl)

She was awesome, pretty much every woman, minor or not, in this movie was, not that this movie has ANY bad characters in first place but i like this kind of inclusivity too, even MJ who has 2 scenes was cool, only flaw is that i guess there weren't many interactions between women? I guess Gwen fought Octavia but I kinda would havw wanted maybe a little talk between Gwen and Peni about being the only Spidergirlies around, this movie only passes the Bechdel Test because Gwen said MJ they would bring her some bread, step up your game Sony!

Also a lot of meme references? Which is fair, Spiderman is a blockbuster series of movie which toooons of cultural impact, and beyond that, who would expect the next movie "teaser" would have just been "pointing spiderman"?

So i'm watching Beyond with my dad? Absolutely yes, it will be sad i will have to wait 5 years for the story to conclude but i can wait :]

Still don't get the Peter B Parker thrist like from a sexy perspective he's just a guy to me.

I have finally given up and i'm watching Into The Spiderverse with my dad who loves Spiderman? i'm 1/3 in the movie now and right now, it's pretty awesome 👍

The animation and blend of 2D-comic style (and visible sound effects) + CGI is pretty genial, the comedy and timing is really well done and so are the jabs to comic book clishès, the characters are hilarious but not in a forced and over the top way, Miles is pretty adorable and his bond with the cynical Peters is rather interesting, all in all i'm seeing why this movie is hyped so much

[lineesa]

💭

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "Yes or No?"

take a breathe and think about a question of any type; then choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read your answer. Thanks @haechan99 for the suggestion.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. Also, you're in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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answer: more of a yes, but with a condition: you need to find more emotional balance, especially if you want to try something you or are embarking in a new experience. give it a try, but make the right change inside to be successful (meaning: be less anxious and overthinking, don't let your emotions/insecurities take over you). different results call for different actions and thinking/emotional patterns.

song: the look | roxette

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answer: yes. things can change, and they can go even better than how you're used to or can imagine. don't judge the situation too harshly: you're imaging the future (or the result of something) from a past experience's point of view, but things don't have to repeat in a cycle. you can break that.

song: thank god i'm a country boy | john denver

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answer: no. but because you need to stop for a little and get your sh- together, realize what it is that you really want and make a plan about it. if you keep going on like this, just trying with no specific goal or correct mindset, you will keep being stuck into the same cycle. if you do all this though, the answer can change. this coming Halloween can be important for you.

song: fool's gold | the middle east

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answer: can be either a yes or a no (despite for many could be more of a no "for now"). divine timing. but it also depends on you. you have a choice and the power to decide how to make it: you need to find the strenght inside of yourself to turn the situation the way you want it to be. it also may depend on your mood or ability to stand strong through your inner battles (I think it's also about manifestations: they can get delayed if you keep being stuck in a negative mental pattern, while they can move faster if you find ways to heal and focus on the good around you). anyway, pay attention to signs, cause you may be getting some but misinterpret them sometimes.

song: that's why i love you | sir ft. sabrina claudio

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answer: yes. a loud yes. and also kinda soon, if you need timing. it's a new start. your wishes will come true, especially if you're asking about love (in particular cause you've been working on yourself a lot, and your self confidence is improving now). you know everything is in your hands and you can work through any transformation and difficulty to get to your goal.

song: all for you | janet jackson

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answer: no, but again it is not definitive. it depends on your ability to stand your ground and fight for what it is that you want. if you find a way to balance your thoughts (I am getting a negative pattern, the need to do shadow work, especially heal your heart and self confidence), then it will become a yes: you'll get abundance and happiness in all fields. but you need to be ready to embrace them fully and properly, not fear of losing them every given minute. work on this fear, on trust and abandonment/failure issues. and on your self worth.

song: a little respect | wheatus

[royalydamned-archive]

Second Chances 

(Michael Demiurgos x Reader) - Part III

<- Part 2 Part 4 ->

|AN|: The fact that I had no idea what I’m doing when I started this story caught up to me pretty quick. Had to cut this part short becuase I enjoy doing the conversations/interactions a little too much and kinda forgot about the plot. Oops. 

Anyway vibe with me on this, the next part is not going to take months so I won’t forget what I was going for and we might actually progress somewhere. Fun fact, while I do have some scenes in mind, you know probably the same amount of info about what’s gonna happen as me. So that’s exciting, feels like an interactive story. 

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The apartment was unbearably hot, damping Michael in sweat, his clothes uncomfortably sticking to his skin. He took off his shirt and pants in a desperate attempt to cool himself down, throwing them over the hard squeaky bed he had to sleep on. Everything there was dirty, and he would rather not touch it till obsolutely necessary, afraid that now, wingless and weakened, he could catch some kind of earthly human disease.

He had stopped counting the hours spent here, knowing too well they will be infinite and his suffering great and long so far from home where he belonged, the Silver City he was meant to rule. The so called 'City of angels' was nothing like it's name, nothing like what his home was, nothing like what would angels actually live in, it made one wonder how it got such a ridiculous name.

From across the room, Michael caught a glimpse of himself in a cracked mirros, the shreds creating multiple images of himself staring curiously at his reflection. He saw the far too despised face, his scars, his crooked shoulders, the dark hair on his chest traveling down to his abdomen and he knew how broken, how imperfect he really was. Too aware of his failure, of the only comparison that came into his mind and he couldn't find the strenght to turn around and take a look at his back.

Since the battle he hadn't looked at them, all it took was not to feel them, to miss their presence and weight on his back, he couldn't bear the sight of the wounds, of the two painful cuts where his wings were supposed to be, and once again he wished for death.

A soft knock came from behind his door and his heart skipped a beat at the possible thought of his brother seeing him in such humiliating state. Anxiously, he creaked the door open enough to poke his head through the small space, looking at you smiling sweetly at his doorstep.

"Michael!" you exclaimed, studying the suspicious expression twist his features.

"Can I help you?"

"What? No, I was headed to town for some lunch and since now that I know you have literally no one around I wanted to ask you to join."

He searched you up and down with his gaze, almost ike he was looking for a secret threat or a weapon hidden somewhere in your clothes, eyes narrowed suspicioulsy. "So you want to spend time with me because you feel sorry for me."

"I might have formulated that sentence better," you muttered to yourself. "No, I came because I wanted company, and you were the first one to pop into my mind."

"Why?"

"Because you're a bit strange, and I really like that."

For a few seconds he stayed silent, only looking into your eyes, expecting you to break and something deep in your mind did start backing up from the intensity of his glare. "Alrigh, come in." With that he fully opened the door, stepping out of your way in an inviting gesture, and you let out a surprised gasp, immediately adverting your eyes to the nearest wall. "Oh God we're...we're naked. Great."

Michael watched your reaction with unhidden interest, wondering what exactly was it that made humans so embarrassed about their own bodies, the anatomy they shared and knew well. Like it was something sinful, forbidden. "It's just a body."

"I would have never guessed you for such a free spirited guy," you chuckled, still refusing to invade his privacy in such a way, no matter how tempted you were to take a peek.

He didn't answer leaving you in his small living room, very similiar and yet so different to your own: darker, gloomier, lonely... it fit him so well as he also seemed too closed off to let any light inside.

"Is your friend not available?" Michael emerged from his room, now completely clothed, maybe even a little too much given the weather. You studied his outfit for a while, the thick suit jacket on top of a grey turtleneck, and furrowed your brows.

"Who?" Your eyes finally returned to his face, as he looked at you in rather impatient question, shoulders still slouched and crooked as yesterday, like he was hiding into himself even as only two of you were present in the room.

"The girl from last time: very loud, does not seem to understand personal  space--"

"Oh, Zoe." Michael nodded, still waiting for your answer, seemigly unmoving yet his arms twitched visibly from time to time agaist his will. "Yeah she's busy, why did you want her to come?" You couldn't imagine the world where someone like the most awkward person you ever met, like Michael, could possibly go after someone so assertive and fun as Zoe. Everything that he could gain with his face, he lost as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No," the angel said quickly, squrming a bit at the thought of another interaction with your friend who reminded him of Lucifer bit too much. "Just made sense in your decision of a companion, the lack of choice."

"If you don't want to go just say so..." you waited for a while to hear his rejection, yet he stayed silent, just looking back at you, almost waiting to make the first move. "So do you?"

"Do I what?"

You rolled your eyes a bit, calming down before you could be rude, and repeated your question: "Do you want to go have lunch with me then?"

"Well apparenlty, that's why I got dressed." You sighed, refusing to carry on the uneccessary conversation any longer and headed towards the door.

"Come on then, follow me." Michael did, quite literally, follow you. Almost the whole time. At first you didn't think about it much, assuming it was because of the lack of space in the hallway and on the staircase, but when you exited onto the street, he still kept behind you with generous space between the two of you. "Do I stink or something?" You turned to him, forcing him to abruptly stop in his tracks right in front of you.

"What?"

"You walk so far behind me like we're strangers, how are we supposed to talk and stuff?"

"What would we talk about?"

"I don't know, our day, the naked man who we passed sleeping on a bench a few seconds ago, the weather? Anything." Michael looked behind his shoulder, almost wincing as his eyes found the man you've been talking about: fries spilled across his hairy chest, bottle of what seemed like tequila in his hand and a baseball cap shielding his eyes from the sun only piece of clothing on his body. The angel turned towards you with visible disgust in his handsome features.

"That seems like a very fruitless conversation."

"Well that," you said with a clear emphasis on the last word and yanked him towards you by his sleeve, receiving a startled sound of protest from his mouth. "Is how friends spend time with each other." Michael's mouth turned into a very uncomfortable grimace as he wanted to argue. "Of course you could just tell me your deepest darkest secrets if that's what you prefer," you interrupted him with an innocent smile.

"Would very much rather be smitten," he answered bitterly, not sparing more than a single glance your way.

"You're always so negative, loosen up a bit." Michael flinched away as you elbowed him into the ribs and shot a glare that could easily make a baby cry. Somehow, you were convinced he did that at some point in his life.

"I'm negative the right amount," he shot back, distancing himself from you a bit to the other side of the sidewalk, bumping into angry crowd as he crossed them their way in the process. It was strangely cute, how awkward he seemed at any given moment. Like it was his default mood, something so consistent it became natural.

The man's face seemed stuck in a permanent scowl as he pulled himself through the hoard of cussing people, limping a bit, his shoulders hunched significantly more than normally. 'Negative the right amount' you thought to yourself with a smile as you watched him and the wrinkle between his brows, how the scar on his face moved and pulled the skin around. Wondering what happened...

"How did you get the scar?" You asked into the short silence. His attention snapped towards you at the question, a single strand of raven hair falling into his face and you had an urge to brush it back.

"My brother disliked sharing a face with me," he answered quietly, it seemed calm, almost too calm, but you saw the way his jaw clenched.

"He--" scarred you? hated you? is comepletely insane? What kind of a brother does such things? "did that to you?"

Michael nodded, curiously watching you from the side observing your reaction, preparing himself for another flow of intrusive questions, but you stayed silent, stealing a secret glance his way every little moment. Maybe waiting for him to tell the story, craving to hear more about the mystery his life seemed to be, and as he unfolded the smallest pieces before you every time he spoke, every time he admitted something under the pressure of your questions, nothing seemed to clear out. It only got darker, more confusing, a deeper pit of secrets.

"I'm sorry you have a brother like that," you said instead, smiling sadly at him, eyes soft in sympathy, and squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The angel was left to stare at you, no words forming on his tongue, yet too many thoughts in his mind. Like the two weren't connected, a tall wall separating them keeping him from saying anything at all. His mouth opened, nothing coming out, no sounds, nothing, far too focused on your hand still holding his, at the warmth it brought him. Michael wanted to hate it, yank his hand away, refusing the comforting touch of anyone, let alone a human, but he would lie if he said he didn't like the warmth of its comfort. He never felt such -- any -- affection before.

"What? Nobody ever held your hand?" you asked teasingly trying to ease the atmosphere between the two of you.

"No," he admitted quietly without thinking, cursing himself right after. 'Weak, sad, pathetic Michael.' The angel heard in his head a voice too familiar for his liking. He might be more similar to the ones he despised after all.

"Oh." It was the only thing you could make yourself say, right words almost escaping through your fingers as you tried to find more to fill the uncomfortable silence.

He could see how you were thinking, countless possibilies of what to do next flowing through your mind, yet none of them seemed good enough. The confusion was prominent as you studied his face and he found himself returing the intense gaze, the darkness of his eyes drinking you in serching for a reaction, almost attempting to read your thoughts. To an archangel you were no one. Another creature, another father's creation and he shouldn't await so eagerly on what you had in your heart.

Since he first came here he noticed the closness humans so casually kept between each other -- the children that held hands as they ran away to play, lovers sharing secret touches wherever they went, parents holding their kids as often as they could. To him it was foreign, obscure, yet the disgust as your skin touched his never came. Instead he wanted to follow it, prolong it.

So he waited, seconds, minutes, each longer than it seemed, but still no sound escaped your mouth. Why did he care so much about your opinion about him all of a sudden? He hated everything about earth, he hated everything that walked its surface, the place of his biggest loss and greatest humiliation, but he couldn't bring himself to think the same of you. Whenever he tried to invoke the hatred in himself he remembered the times you spent together, how the conversations somehow made him forget the spite in his heart.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, unreadable tenderness in your eyes, the same look people gave strays shivering in cold, the same look one associated with heartache. It wasn't care, it was pity he disdained.

"Let me treat you then." What?

"What am I, chihuahua in a pink sweater? No thank you." You rolled your eyes, dragging him to a little restaurant, smiling at the waiter who's head snapped towards you after hearing the bell notifying him about your arrival.

"As in paying, Michael."

"Oh," he said, looking at you with clueless dark eyes.

"What did you imagine under--" you stopped yourself, deciding that hearing the answer is not something you really need. "You know what? I don't want to hear it, let's just forget it."

"Agreed, your expressions are really stupid." Both of you got seated at a table, facing each other, Michael leaning slightly to the side uncomfortably bent at an angle. You paid his comment no mind. He was strange, his choice of words something that's better to ignore on many occasions.

Never before have you met such an...eccentric man. People say it's better to avoid likes of his, and many also do without qustion, but you couldn't. You were sure he was harmless, having the intention of hurting you, he would have long ago as he had the perfect opportuity already.

"My expressions, sure." His head tilted to the side at your words, but neither of you pressed it any further.

He was weird -- thanks to his appereance, thanks to the way he acted and behaved, because of the arguments and remarks that sometimes slipped past his lips. On the other hand, you were strange to him. Your human quirks and silly sayings, the obscure habits and weird routines not once awaking question in him, trying hard to grasp the concept of how everything worked in this glorified chaos. You two were being from different worlds, and maybe this was the sign that you were never meant to interact in the first place, but in a world where the Devil is God and demons fall in love, something like your friendship was the most normal of it all.

Your table fell into silence once again, despite the tense situation before, both of you at ease with each other. Michael watched you with curiosity, how you read through the menu, eyes roaming over the pages, biting your bottom lip as you quietly decided on what to pick in your mind. His thoughts went back to his father, how he prided himself in beings with so much free will, the complete freedom of choice in their life, and here they were, struggling to choose a flavor of their milkshake.

How disappointing creatures.

"You've been here before?" you asked him without looking up from the menu a flipped the page with your middle finger.

"No?" Why would he? What would be the purpose? When would he even manage to do such?

"Then how do you already know what they offer?" You glanced at the clossed menu sheet laying in front of him, the obvious question written right in your eyes. Why wasn't he choosing as well?

"Not hungry."

"Then why did you agree to come?"

"Should I have not?" He caught your gaze as you liften it from the paper in your hands, a playful smirk gracing your lips.

"Didn't know you were so witty."

"There seems to be a lot you don't know about me." Michael surprised himself at the boldness of his words, how smoothly they seemed to run out of his mouth, and it seemed like he had taken you back as well. Such a short time, truly insignificant compared all the millenials he had lived, yet something seemed to start rubbing onto him from you. From his stay here.

"Oh?" You rised your eyebrows in challenge and leaned on the table with your elbown, supporting your chin with your hand. "Do talk then. Unravel your mystery."

"I don't want to be the one talking all the time." An amused laugh escaped your throat at the remark.

"I'm sorry I will try speaking up more in the future," you said sarcastically, flashing him a teasing grin as he watched you with an unamused frown. "No, really, please tell me about you."

"Why can't you tell me about yourself instead? I talked enough."

"Maybe, but I'm an open book, you basically know everything about me."

"So am I," he protested. "There's not a lot to know."

"I'd beg differently. You have a scar on your face from your brother, you once called people humans and if I had to guess I'd say you turn into a bat during the night." Michael look at you in confusion, your reference going right past him. You sighed, the fact you had to tell him a lot of this stuff so straightforwardly ruined a great part of the fun. Leaning closer towards him across the table, you looked into his eyes, suddenly serious, and he copied your movement. When the two of you were just inches apart, you whispered: "Are you a vampire?"

He scoffed, both of you returning to sit in your previous positions, the man in front of you squirming a bit after, trying to get comfortable enough to ease the pain in his back. "There's no such a thing as vampires, don't be ridiculous."

"Oh please, don't tell me you're such a buzzkill you don't believe anything." Michael looked almost offended by what you said, opening his mouth and abruptly closing it without a single sound.

"There's nothing more stupid than people who believe in the supernatural, what's next, mermaids?" He threw his hands around, frustration pulling his face like he truly believed you were serious in your friendly teasing.

For a few more minutes, you bickered in lighthearted banter, Michael a bit more annoyed than anyone normal would and you enjoyed exploring the way he reacted to everything. He was slowly starting to get fun.

Tags: @chipster-21 @tea-effect @littlepeanut03 @spideysimpossiblegirl

[lunaekalenda]

Hello!

Would you write some HCs about Y/N flirting while drunk with the AOT boys? Like the scouts, Levi and anyone else you'd like <3 Extra points if they're already on a relationship

hiii!!! and omg of course of course!! i hope you like it!! <3

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❁ shingeki boys!

❁ eren, jean, connie, levi, reiner, porco

❁ obviously, alcohol. maybe touches some suggestive things but nothing important

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eren:

- maybe he probably forgot about you too.

- i mean, he enjoys drinking, so maybe the two of you are now a bit confused after all you drank lately.

- “you look really pretty today.” he says. he looks kinda dizzy.

- “wow, eren, you too. nice bun.” yo say. it’s true, his man-bun looks so good on him, a couple locks of hair falling from it. also, he looks gorgeous, his eyes shining.

- “should i invite you to a drink?” you shake your head, you know you’ve drank enough today. 

- “no, thanks. i think i have more alcohol than plasma on my veins now.” he lets out a little laugh. 

- “then what if we go outside and chat a bit? you’re really interesting.”

- actually that’s how he asked you for a second date, but you nod anyway.

- “of course. i would like to know you better. are you single?” 

- he nods. he  n o d s.

- “What about you?” you nod too. 

- “then, is it okay if i ask your number?” you nod twice, giving him your phone. his confused face is a poem.

- “hm, you already have saved a eren jeager with a lot of hearts. you said you were single...”

- was he thinking there are that amount of eren jaegers out there?

jean:

- this was by far the most confusing night of your life.

- you were dancing really close to jean, his tall body behind you, his hands on your shoulders. 

- “shouldn’t we go home?” he asks you look at him.

- “hm, you’re inviting me to your home? what an invitation.”

- yeah, hm. you two live together.

- “babe, please, you’ll feel so bad tomorrow.”

- “oh, i like how you call me using pet names. it makes you... more attractive...”

- he didn’t know how to make you realize you’re already dating.

- “come here, i’ll accompany you home.”

- “i thought we were going to yours...” jean sighs and you let out a little laugh. You enter his car, he didn’t drink more than a cola.

- he drives with your messy indications of where you live, even when you’re giving him the direction of your apartment. 

- he parks on the garage, and helps you to get out of the car and take the elevator. 

- “oh, so we’re going to my house.” he rolls his eyes and you get closer to him, your hands sneaking on his chest. once you’re inside, you smell his scent at your home.

- that confused you even more.

- there are also jackets and sneakers that are too big for you. jean takes out his coat and puts it on the rack. he tells you to give you your coat and so you do.

- “go to the bed, i’ll take a glass of water and an aspirin.”

- “hey, hey, at least ask me where all those things are!”

connie:

- he will play hard on you for not remembering you're dating.

- obviously, he called your attention, and you wanted to talk with him. he ignored you.

- "hey, conn, your shirt looks nice on you." you don't know even how to make coherent comments.

- "yeah, thanks y/n" he says simply, and keeps talking with sasha. you try again.

- "connie can we go and breath a bit outside?" you ask, wishing him to stand up and follow you.

- "i'm also breathing inside, thanks." another syntax error. you feel so silly, and he is laughing so hard.

- he thinks you should take this as a punishment for drinking that much.

- "well, conn, should we go somewhere one of this days?" you ask, the alcohol giving you strenght to say it.

- "i'm in a relationship, sorry." you look at him.

- "but we can go just like friends, not on a date." you say.

- "oh, fine, i'll ask..." he takes out his phone and writes fast. yours rings on your pocket. a message from connie, that has a ring emoji, is on your screen.

- the message says "sweetheart can i go and have a drink with a hot and gorgeous person that has forgot their boyfriend?"

- and now, another one popped up.

- "if tomorrow you don't remember this and you think i'm serious, you were the one asking me out •3•"

levi:

- "i told you to stop drinking or you'll have the worst hangover in years."

- you didn't care and kept drinking. and now you're confused.

- "here, drink a bit of water." Levi says. his eyes are fixed on your neck, looking a pearl of sweat disappearing under your t-shirt. his eyes go then back to yours.

- “you’re really attractive, you know?” he looks at you, his eyebrow raising. 

- “enough party for today.”

- “and you have such beautiful eyes.” he sighs. this was way more difficult than he thought.

- “drink some water and... why are you crying?”

- you started to cry in an inconspicuous way, hugging him.

- “you’re so caring... you have such a good personality... and you’re so handsome. i fell in love.”

- well, you did, but months ago. he lets you cry and talk.

- “i hope i had a boyfriend like you.”

- that was a critical hit.

- does that mean he doesn’t treat you that right and now that you can’t remember you’re telling him he’s being a bad boyfriend to you?

- is it just that the alcohol made all your braincells dizzy and useless?

- “i’m your boyfriend.”

- “stop lying, you’re a greek god totally unreachable.”

- you were always this dramatic?

- he’s now thinking a way to punish you slightly after all this theatre.

reiner:

- "but sweetie i am your boyfriend!"

- you look at him, how his big hands move in front of you, trying to explain the situation. you only can think how those hands...

- "y/n!" he says. you look at his eyes again, kinda confused. the alcohol is starting to make you shameless.

- "sorry." you say simply.

- "were you listening?"

- shameless and daring.

- "no, i was thinking you have such a great hands, they could be doing..." he interrupted you abruptly.

- "you say that all nights. and you end grabbing my hand and putting it on your waist."

- you look at him.

- "yeah actually i wanted it a little bit more... down." his cheeks blush a bit.

- “every night.” he sighs.

- yep, you say the same to him every night, but it seems like you forgot about it. 

- “do i?” he nods. 

- “yes. you do.”

porco:

- probably you forgot he's your boyfriend after a couple cocktails. and forgot him after a couple more.

- he's amazed by the situation, how you look at him like you’ve never seen him, with the same curiosity of the first day you met shining in your eyes.

- he smiles at you and you walk towards him, your legs shaking.

- "wow, be careful, baby." he says, hugging your waist when you almost fall near him. His honey eyes look at you, and you could get lost in them for hours. He smiles.

- "you're kinda daring, aren't you?" you ask, feeling his hot skin against your waist. he laughs.

- "maybe i am, but who fell in my arms?" this was shameless flirting. they way his smirk played with your mind was driving you crazy. he licks his lips softly, and you look how his tongue caresses his bottom lip.

- "it was an accident." the word accident is almost difficult to say after all the alcohol running in your veins. he laughs low.

- "of course, an accident. it wasn't because you wanted to be near me."

- "well, i guess i'm not going to complain on that..."

- "fine, baby." he says. you have little deja vus every time he calls you baby, but they're confusing.

- "have we meet before? i think i saw your face earlier..." you ask. porco laughs hard, his hand still on your waist. he searches something on his jacket, pulling his phone out of the pocket. you look at the wallpaper.

- "do you recognize someone in this pic?" he's kissing you in that pic. does that mean...?

- "wait we're already a couple?"

[iceprincessviviane]

Flowers of the peace

Pairing: c!Technoblade x Fem!Nymph!Reader

Type: Romantic/fluff; oneshot.

Warnings: mild swearing, mention of angst and injury and silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is travelling to the center of smp to get some buisness done. He met Y/n and finally decided to talk with her about a very important case for him. Including more characters.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

My first x reader fic, spontaneous one.

Today was a quite warm day even in tundra, small layer of snow was covering the ground and sky was half covered by the clouds, which weren't moving a lot. Around was very quiet despite the time, it was almost noon. Animals were resting or sleeping, deadly hound lied calmly around. It seemed, it was such a lazy day. Technoblade went outside holding small backpack and putting something into it. He tied his hair into small bun, rest of them was falling on his back and he was wearing part of casual armor. Phil seeing that, also went outside.

"Hi mate, where are you going?" He asked curiously with gentle smile.

"I'm heading to main Smp part. I have some buisness to finish with Ranboo. I hope in that time it won't be crowded." He responeded and closed backpack.

They both looked at old Ranboo's home in mountain wall. Actually there still were some basic stuff, active farm and some villagers. Enderman hybrid moved to his and Tubbo's mansion in Snowchester two weeks ago. They kinda missed him, but he promised to visit them a lot of times and even stay for some cold weather and fresh air. Also he was still involved in Syndicate stuff.

"Be careful mate then." Philza said with serious tone.

'We miss Enderboy.' 'Let's do it fast.' 'Who will we meet else?'

Technoblade nodded and took Karl. He put a small backpack near the saddle and check everything. Diamond armor was shinning brightly in the sunlight.

"I will don't worry, I just hope to not meet Tommy..." His eyes narrowed. He still didn't forget and forgive young boy.

"Well just avoid bench area. You are going to meet Ranboo in Snowchester?"

"He said that he will be around Community House or Prime path."

"Tell him my sincere greetings." Phil smile widened.

Technoblade jumped at Karl and waved to his companion. Soon he was headed to main Smp part. Today wasn't the day for using a portals. Beautiful weather was conductive for horse riding. Karl seemed to be happy at sudden trip.

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After a two hours Technoblade reached the Community House. He could go to Snowchester first, but honestly he wanted to avoid that area, which smelled like government. He dismounted Karl and took his bridle. Not a chance leaving his horse alone. Here was much warm then in tundra, not coulds and even wind stopped. Around wasn't even a single soul, so he sighted and started to walking down on Prime path. Karl was complelty calm, so he trusted him, but checked his sword, if he can take it fast. When he got near to Tommy's dirt house, he heard Tommy's loud laughing. After reaching the top of the hill he spotted Bench Trio standing there and chatting. Suddenly three pair of eyes looked at him. There was dead silence. Tubbo moved near to Ranboo when Tommy put a hand on Axe of Peace, which hanged of his bolt. They don't have armour, clearly having a good time in this lazy day. Technoblade nodded to them.

"What are you doing here?" Tommy asked with sharp tone.

Since Dream have been in the prison Smp was more calm, most people was minding their buisness, the biggest war was over and it seemed like everyone sighted with relief. Even now this Eggpire cleaned awful vines. Tommy started building his hotel, none was fighting.

"I came here to finish buisness." Techno responed slowly moving his eyes on Ranboo.

Tall teenager looked at his clock, gave himself a facepalm and sighted.

"Oh I am so sorry, I wasn't watching the time..." He said with embarrassment.

"What the fuck man? What deal did you make with him?" Tommy spoke with anger.

'Why he need to be so loud?' 'Just make it done.' 'Cut him.'

Technoblade moved a little bit closer and Ranboo started to search something in his backpack, mumbled to himself.

"Oh... hi everyone...!"

On the path leading to La'Manhole now was standing Y/n with basket full of field flowers and some saplings of roses, tulips and pansies. Her light dress was waving a little on sudden wind and bright smile caused everyone to smiled back.

"Hi Y/n!" Tubbo said and get closer to look at flowers. "Where did you get them?"

"Filed flowers around the... La'Manburg and saplings are from my own flowerbends. You asked me to bring some to your garden and rooms." She responed slowly.

"Oh yes! We asked Foolish of possible ways to decorate garden and flowers for a bees!" Tubbo said with excitement.

When it comes to the bees, Tubbo could talk over and over. Y/n was patience and describe in details flowers which she brought. Meanwhile Tommy moved his eyes again on Technoblade only to rise eyebrows with surprise. Piglin hybrid was like frozen, carefuly observing Y/n. Teenager lips formed into mischief smile.

"I found it!" Ranboo screamed in victory, holding something like gold in his big hand.

Technoblade snapped back to reality and nodded to Enderboy, to move away. He didn't want rest to know, what about deal is. They moved to bench. Karl snorted a little bit.

"Here it is." Ranboo opened his hand, Totem of Undying was inside. Technoblade smiled and nodded to him with satisfied smile.

"As we agreed emeralds and netherite ingot."

They made an exchange, Technoblade quickly hid Totem in his pocket and Ranboo put stones and ingot inside his backpack.

"Pleasure making buisness with you." Blade said with teasing tone.

"You too and I have more, if you want."

" We will see in the future."

Enderman hybrid moved his eyes on his husband and Y/n, there were still chatting peacefuly. Tommy was listening quietly and seemed that he lost interesting at their deal.

'Finally!' 'Let's go home.' 'Maybe stay for a while...'

"Deal is done?" Tommy asked loudly causing Tubbo and Y/n to look at Technoblade and Ranboo.

"Yes. We are done." Piglin hybrid confirmed in neutral voice.

Ranboo moved closer to group, leaving Technoblade with Karl. They stepped again on path after that.

"I think we can head to Snowchester then. Y/n has everything to make gardening and I am willing to help her!" Tubbo clapped hands.

"Yup. I am going to choose my room finally." Tommy emphasized last word strongly.

"Oh you shloud do the same Y/n. As we promised, you can decorate it as you wish." Ranboo said with warm smile.

Y/n lifted head and her eyes meet Techno's. His cute ears dropped a little, but he moved closer to them. Tommy stepped a little to avoid crash with Karl. Soft smile appeard on Y/n lips.

"Technoblade."

"Y/n."

Bench Trio silenced immediately, they could feel the tension in the air. After La'Manburg destruction Y/n lost her home, actually she was neighbor with Ranboo there, but she managed to build one small house in wild fields full of flowers, which was quite away. The closest things were Kinoko Kingdom and Niki's Underground City. Sometimes she wandered to La'Manber ruins and after that usually hanging up with Tommy. She visited Ranboo couple of times in tundra and even had a small talk with Phil. But when Technoblade showed up... they shared awkward silence and shy glances, which were speaking instead of words.

In his retirement they spent a lot of time together, despite the cold in tundra. Her peacefuly pressence caused voices to melt, only quiet whispers appeard. When she was speaking, they were always silence. Technoblade could listen and observe her for ages. They were so diffrent, but something connected them and attraced them to each other. She was standing with Phil on balcony, holding his hand so hard and tears streaming from her beautiful eyes, when Technoblade have been lead to execution. He later told him that Y/n almost fainted when he survived and escaped. She stayed in threshold, knocking sotfly at cottage doors, same day, late night and silence around. When he opened, he immediately put a finger on her mouth and whispering explained that Tommy somehow escaped exile and was sleeping in cellar. So Y/n said nothing, when Technoblade let her in, just hugged him so tightly and burried her face in his chest. With smelling her scent, he calmed himself and slowly forget about rage and happenings on that day.

But after Doomsday everything changed. Technoblade was busy with revenge, deep inside he didn't want to involved Y/n for her safety... but they moved away from each other. She need to build new house, didn't want to completly leave her friends around. Especially when Tommy and Tubbo found in her big comfort. She visited Tommy in exile couple of times, always bringing warm words and usefull advices. After Discs Finale, when Dream have been put into a prison, they needed her a lot. Tommy would never confessed that he had nightmares about Tubbo's death and himself being trapped in cell. Technoblade was busy with forming Syndicate, spending days on planning, building and searching stuff. He heard from Ranboo how Y/n was doing, but there always weren't time to talk.

And now they were here.

'We miss her angelic voice.' 'Stop staring, do something.' 'Stab Tommy.'

"I really don't want to interrupt this strange moment, but..." He couldn't even end, because Technoblade stepped at his foot. His shoes had small heels and was shod with metal.

Y/n giggled softly breaking eye contact with Technoblade and blushed a little bit.

"Can we talk?" Blade asked with deep voice.

"Of course." She nodded then handed her basket to Tubbo. He immediately straigthed his back, because of this important task. Technoblade gave without hesitation Karl's bridle to Ranboo, which eyes expanded and he grabbed it with his full strenght. When horse would run away... oh boy.

"It looks like we got important tasks." Tubbo said with full serious in his voice.

Ranboo nodded to him, when Tommy literally rolled his eyes.

Technoblade and Y/n moved slowly and silently aside, stepping away from path and walking on grass. She faced the sun, pulling her hair together, it laid freely on her back. Some strands still stayed on her face and Technoblade had to use his all strenght to resist taking them off. He just couldn't. Her scent full of flowers reached his nose, taking deep breath felt like heaven.

"Weather is very good." He started slowly and little unsure.

Y/n turned back to him with shy smile, studing hia posture. "Oh yes, it's warmer this days. My flowers age growing fast and I really enjoy the sun." She glanced at him. " Isn't too hot for you in this cape?"

"Well, I am still living in tundra and come on, style is breathtaking "Technoblade spread a little his arms.

Y/n could easily spotted part of armor on his arms and legs. It wasn't his best one, but he was still prepared for any fight. Yes, he looked very good, handsome. She couldn't help her slighty blushing cheeks.

"Are you moving to the mansion?" Techno finally asked, his voice was dead serious.

Y/n looked directly at his eyes with surprise. She didn't expect such a question. "No, I mean they offered me room, to stay in longer visits or if I would like to have a nap. I really enjoy their company."

He made a step closer and lean down, almost forgot how small she was compared to him. They both felt burning glances of Bench Trio.

"I miss you." He whispered honestly.

'We are missing her voice, scent and pressence.' 'We need her.' "We want her.'

"I... I miss you too." She responded quietly.

Pleased smile crawled at Technoblade's lips. Deep inside he was really happy about that, but didn't want to show it in front of Bench Trio. Y/n looked down with sudden shyness.

He took gently her small, compared to his hand. She squeezed lightly his fingers in response. "Would you like to...?"

"Y/n! We need to go, hurry up!" Tubbo screamed while was holding her basket.

"Yeah come one, we have a lot of stuff to do!" Tommy agreed.

Technoblade sighted after this rude cut, but Y/n shrugged with helplessness and playful smile. She hugged him tightly for goodbye, his second hand rested on her flabby waist.

"Meet me here after sunset." She whispered before letting him go.

He nodded before he let go of her hand. Y/n waved to him and went to Trio Bench. Ranboo gave Techno Karl's bridle. He observed while group was heading to Snowchester, then he jumped at horse and started to moving into tundra's direction.

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Technoblade left Karl in hurry, then almost ran into a cottage. Phil frowned observing this from his window, but then shrugged and went take care of his cases. An hour passed and he heard some suspicious sounds from Techno's home, also him swearing. He decided to see what is going on, so went outside and knocked loudly. His friend opened. "Hi Phil, I'm a little busy right now..."

"What happend mate?" Winged man asked looking inside.

"I need to clean whole area..." He sighted with awkward smile.

"But why?"

Technoblade said nothing, it was a little too early to talk about it. "You... need some help honestly?"

"I will be so greatful!" Techno said and went beck to cleaning. Actually he successfuly tided first floor and kitchen, for now put food into a chest and cups into cupboard.

"Chests in magazine too?" Phil asked looking at his friend with confusion. Technoblade made facepalm. "I completly forgot about them... she would like to have order there!" He dropped everything and went down. His companion rose eyebrows with surprise. She?

}*{

Heading second time to main Smp part was faster and full of unsure feelings for Technoblade. Karl seemed to be happy of another trip. When they again reached top of the hill, she was there. Y/n stood near bench in his old crimson cloak, hemmed by fur, watching the sunset. Slowly crimson glow was turned into grey. Horse snorted and she turned head to greet him with warm smile. Technoblade responded with lazy smile and dismount Karl. Moving slowly to her, spotted that she was holding avaraged size, lether backpack and near the bench was closed chest.

"Hi again." Blade said with smile. "I am little bit late but I hope that you wasn't waiting long."

"I actually just came here. Boys let me left mansion three hours ago." She giggled softly.

"You got your room in mansion?"

"Yes... we decorated it with Ranboo's and Tubbo's furnitures."

"So... you have in this chest more personal stuff to put there?" Technoblade asked taking deep breath.

Y/n ignored the question and smiled softly to him. "What did you want me to ask earlier?"

"Well... I think it doesn't matter now." His shoulder dropped.

She looked directly into his eyes. "It matters, because the answer is yes."

Technoblade moved closer with visible confusion. "What?"

"Yes. I am ready for a trip, I have this cloak if it happen to be very cold and even have gloves in pocket."

He studied her figure quickly, under cloak she was wearing warm, woolen dress, completly diffrent that early, light one. High boots and hair braided tightly.

"No." Technoblade looked at her in disbelief.

Y/n nodded and her smile widened. In a blink of eye piglin hybird hugged her tightly. She rested her head against his chest, feeling heat from his body.

'She is going with us.' 'We can't belive.' 'Hurry up, before someone will show up.'

"Let's go, you have to be tired." Technoblade said after a few minutes. He took her chest and pinned it to saddle, Karl stayed calmly. She pated his neck, smiling softly. Blade mounted horse and offer her his hand to help. She grabbed it strongly and sat down sideways.

"Karl can lifted us both?" She asked unsure.

"He lifted heavier things than you sweetheart, you can belive me, he will be good." Techno smiled, he always was impressed by her caring way.

Y/n hugged his waist and again rested her head against his chest. The trip was quietly, they enjoyed each other pressence, when they reached tundra, night fell and snow started slowly rain. Finally they stopped in front of Technoblade's house. Deadly hound didn't even react to new person nearbay and bears was sleeping peacefuly around. Piglin hybrid first dismounted Karl and help Y/n by grabbing her waist and put her on the ground. She nodded in gratitude and grabbed his hand. He took her chest and they reached the stairs.

"You didn't introduce me new visitor?" Phil's voice caught them near doors. Winged man stood in his threshold with crossed arms and playful smile.

"Hi Phil." Y/n said and blushed hardly.

"Tomorrow my friend. You shloud go to the sleep old man." Technoblade teased him.

"I hope you will be gentelman and offer lady a separate bed." Phil winked to them and then went inside his house. "Goodnight lovebirds."

Blade rolled his eyes and opened doors for Y/n. She went inside and looked around carefuly. Nothing changed at all, but maybe one thing...

"You... cleaned whole house." She giggled softly.

"Oh yes and I even created some spare place in cellar for your flowers." He put her chest on the ground and closed door. Their eyes met. Technoblade quickly had covered the distance between them, then cupped her face and gently pressed their lips together. Y/n breathing quickened, same as his heartbeating. After a kiss, their hands found themselfes, when Techno lean his forehead against her.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

"I love you too." She responded quietly.

'We love her.' 'We are going to take care of her.' 'Never, ever let her go again.'

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Dark Side Of The Moon Ch. 1 - Dark! Loki x Reader

Chapter 1: Speak to Me/Breathe

Chapter Summary: The last thing you remember was being mortally wounded, now having woken up in a completely different reality. And you’d soon need to face the horrors of who would seek you out...

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Suicide Attempt, Graphic Descriptions of Death, Dark! Loki, Spoiler you kinda die but kinda don't

Words: approx. 3800

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“Y/N, look out!”

The piercing sounds of gunfire nearby made your eardrums ring, yet Steve’s words got through to you nonetheless.

But you were determined to end this, here and now.

Tony was the first one at your side, catching you in his arms before you hit the floor. However, you could only do so much as whimper a silent apology to your friends, who now had to live with the consequences of your actions.

“Why did you do this?!” you heared Dr. Strange yell as he unsucessfully tried to close the deep cut in your gut. Too afraid of what you might see if you’d look at the wound, your glare was locked on the beautiful sky - yes, the sun was almost setting, and it was somehow calming to you that this would most likely the last thing you’d set eyes upon.

“There was no reason to be this reckless!” Steve followed close by, his scolding soon turning into desperate screams. “Fuck. FUCK!” If Captain America himself is cussing, then it’s as severe as you thought it to be.

Your wounds were lethal, that much was sure.

And of course they were right, as always: You didn’t need to play the martyr here, throwing yourself into danger to shield your comrades - well, you did anyway, and there was no going back now.

On the other hand, they were the ones taking a gravely depressed widow onto a dangerous mission. But you did not want your precious friends to blame themselves for that, for it was your own wish.

Dying in an honorable battle was what would send you to Valhalla, after all - where you could finally meet him again, hopefully.

The only one not having spoken a single word up until now was Thor, very well knowing what all this was about. It was no secret that you were sick and tired of how your life had turned out to be, ever since the Infinity War.

You felt empty. Incomplete. Desperate. Hallow.

The God of Thunder had turned his back to you, yet there was still agony radiating from that already broken man. Your almost-brother-in-law was the only one who could possibly understand your pain. Thor Odinson had lost everything: His homeland, most of his tribe, his family and best friend - and soon, you as well.

All this time, you wanted to be strong. For them, who had also lost so much!

But at some point things just got out of control.

“You can’t leave me alone, Lady Y/N! Not you too!” Thor finally whimpered as he fell onto his knees, softly squeezing your hand. “You’re the only thing I have left from him!

So this is what dying feels like.

The bloodloss caused your limps to go limp, and when the pain began to stop and got replaced by numbness, you knew it would soon be time. Your brain lost the remaining control over your body, and you found yourself encoated by pure nothingless.

Only able to listen by their screams, cries and kind words - at least you’d die surrounded by those marvellous people. It sure was a privilege knowing them.

You weren’t afraid - all in all, it had been a good life, after all. 

There were no regrets.

“Shh” you hushed them, using your last bit of strenght so your lips formed somewhat of a most broken smile, forming words between gurling on your own blood.

“It’s alright, I-” you cut yourself off, trying to scream as a last, torturing pain shot through your whole system. “I-I-I’ll-- meet him again...you know?”

“I’m no-not strong enough, please...” Thor cried out like you had never seen him before, feeling a tide of guilt wash over you. “Loki wouldn’t have wanted you to go like this! He told me to protect you, so you could lead a long and happy life!”

Without him? Impossible!

“You gave me a shoulder when I needed it

You showed me love when I wasn’t feeling it

You helped me fight when I was giving in

And you made me laugh when I was losing it”

Yes, indeed: You had been to selfish to keep on living just for the sake of your friends, burdening them with yet another loss.

“I-I don’t wanna go...this was a mistake, I- please...”

How badly did you want to soothe them right now, telling them that everything would be alright and you’d meet them again, eventually?

It was too late now.

Your body gave up earlier than your soul, which had endured and kept on all this time, even in it’s shattered state.

And when Tony’s palm gently closed your eyes, making it easier for you to embrace the cold darkness, the last thing you heared before your senses gave up were startling you enough to almost bring you back to life:

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

That voice was familiar, yet it didn’t belong to Loki. Dr. Strange, no- Stephen Strange, your friend and mentor of the mystic arts.

“I don’t have the heart to allow this to happen” he stated frantic, making you wonder if that was a dream of your hypoxic brain or if you were still able to hear them? People tend to say the sense of hearing dies last, after all. “She still has a pulse, even though weak. Hurry!”

Their voices were far in the back, words way too far out of your reach to understand. As if you were an outsider, only observing from a distance.

Your friends were fighting, or maybe discussing something. That much you could make up from their tone, but your mind was too exhausted to make sense of anything.

It felt as if you were already without a body, floating through the unknown like a feather in the wind - not knowing where fate would lead you to next.

Everything was numb - even your pain. It was soothing, somehow.

Because you had been a ghost way before, when you were alive even. An empty shell of a human, acting like they weren’t dead on the inside.

Coherent thoughts, memories, emotions...even the fractions of your own past you had both collected and surpressed. Right now, they were all restrained and pushed far in the back of your very core, where you were finally able to evaluate them without earthly bondings.

Was this heaven, hell - or maybe both or none or them?

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"Be aware of the limits this tactic has. It’s a very drastic measurement that can most likely be used only once in your lifetime, and it is not guaranteed to work either.”

Stephen’s voice again. You recall that scene, it’s been long in the past...but why are you remembering it now?

Yes, this was familiar. All of you had been invited to the Sanctum Sanctorum, a fitting place to teach about this ancient knowledge.

You clearly remembered that Loki was absent in any of the Doctor’s lessons, feeling that a “puny human” was “unworthy” to teach him, and “it would be nothing new anyway, Y/N, I am a god and the way better wizard, I know it all already.”

What he was about to tell you back then was some kind of crazy emergency-plan: Dangerous, unpredictable and escpecially untested.

“I’ve only read about this tactic up until now” the mage pondered loudly as he picked at his goatee, earning some childish giggles by you and Tony. “So I cannot promise that it will function as planned. The Multiverse is dangerous and acts in unforseen ways.”

“Very reassuring” you had mocked at the time, not really biding the topic any importance or thought ever again.

But now...

The trick sounded way simpler than it actually was, being as complex as it is only natural for something like that, costing a huge prize at that:

Dr. Strange would send any of you who were on the brink of death through a portal, thus leading you into a random dimension of this endless Multiverse.

That dimension, in which your alternate self has most likely died, will gladly accept you as a “replacement”. Some kind of what Peter Parker called a “glitch” will occur, instantly healing all of your wounds - even fatal ones, so you could remain in the timeline that was missing you. 

Yet the consequences of this maneuvre would be unspeakable.

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“That bastard...” you gnarled internally, finally realizing why you would remember this of all things after apparently having just taken your dying breath. “He didn’t just-”

Eventually, you realized having escaped death’s grip, slowly beginning to regain your senses - yet still refusing to open your eyes.

“I don’t want to leave this place. My friends -- will I never see them again? No. NO! Life is meaningless. Just let me be with him. Please! Loki...”

“’Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

‘Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you

And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you”

Another part of Strange’s lesson echoed in your head, revealing that you were now in fact up on your own.

“Not even I can tell just how much this timeline will differ from what you know. Of course I will search for you right away, but considering the countless possibilities, it might very well be that we’ll never meet again. But you’re alive, and hopefully safe. That’s all that counts.”

Grass tickled your palm as you twitched your fingers, testing the limits of your body, which had literally just tricked death. Suddenly, you felt a stinging pain, almost like lightning boring into your temportal. The origin of this pain remained unknown.

When you finally found the courage to sit up, your flesh still feeling as heavy as lead, you realized that Stephen was most likely wrong: He assumed that you’d find yourself in a place you had a deep connection with, yet that place was unrecognizable to you.

Then why were you here of all places?

Actually, this location was incredibly beautiful, managing to stop the aching in your heart, if only for the fraction of a second.

Your former lover would’ve loved this place.

“'Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

'Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you

And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you”

Even though not all of Dr. Strange’s speculations were correct, you decided to stick to his emergency plan: Find as much information about this “new” earth as possible, point out the differences to your initial one, and then contact the Dr. Strange of this dimension.

Two mages working on crossing each other’s path would at least higher the stakes to find your original timeline.

Well, no one could guarantee you that the Avenger’s existed on this timeline, and they could as well be evil in this one...what a weird and horrifying imagination.

Knowledge really was power - that was another thing Loki had taught you a long time ago, and it would prove valuable, especially in this situation.

As you wandered this surprisingly extensive garden and getting lost in admiring the beauty of it’s nature, you found yourself devoid of any weapons. That fact made you slightly uncomfortable, even though your current location seemed absent of any ememies, making a peaceful impression. 

Seemingly there weren’t any evil schemes going on in this dimension.

It basically were only minor differences, at least that was your first impression. At least there were no changes in natural laws or something as big.

“I miss the days where magic and science didn’t mix up like this” you whispered, mainly to yourself as you examined the new, large scar on your abdomen - the only memory left of your “almost-suicide-mission”.

To be more precize: The only thing left from your former life, now leaving you able to start completely anew, wether you wanted it or not.

Sun had almost drowned behind the horizon, diving the sky in a deep orange. Your eyes were still adjusting, yet you could’ve sworn to see the silhouette of a person. It was far away, at the entrance on what appeared to be a palace belonging to this garden.

Apparently, you had invaded someone’s propery, and you could only pray that it was noone important - or worse, a owner who would defend their ground with violence.

You don’t think your earth had a place this...flashy. The castle was way bigger than any you knew on the other timeline. The first difference you had figured out, yet it was only a minor one.

Maybe the headache you were experiencing was from someone making you  out as an intruder?

One thing was sure: You had been noticed, and you immediately were on high alert.

Where to run to or at least hide?

There was a maze made out of bushed parting you and the palace, and since there was no better option, you’d enter it. Talking to that person and convincing them of your goodwill would make it way easier to gain information.

“You may come out” you declared as you made your way, unable to evaluate the situation properly. “I mean no harm. I’m just lost.”

Was it dangerous to be here? Obviously, you were not allowed to be here anyway.

However, when you had finally found the escape to that maze, only several hundret meters away from the building, the person was already gone.

Had your mind just played a dirty trick on you again? Wouldn’t be the firt time it’d betray you like this...

No. You clearly felt someone watching you.

And as soon as your senses had sharpened to your usual self again, you instantly jumped back, gaining some distance to the Citauri that had just appeared behing you.

Shit! You weren’t ready to fight again just yet. Not like this.

And where one of those vile beasts were, many others would appear. You knew that much.

Had Thanos invaded this earth? Oh god, not again...not him. You were so damn tired of those fights, escapes and especially the pain that always inevitable followed after.

Just when it was about to swing it’s weapon at your head, you felt dizziness crawl up your nerves, making you collapse on the floor. Lucky for you, because only like that, the stike didn’t hit you.

Even though having been taught basic magic skills, that certain kind of spell you were unable to fight against - only true masters of the art were able to perform a sorcery that well.

The Chitauri had left your line of sight, yet the other figure from before reappeared in a pace so fast that your eyes couldn’t follow. They sweeped you off the floor just before your head would meet the hard pavement.

“And now you will answer to me, shapeshifter.”

Once again someone robbed you of the control of your life and body, leaving you without a free will.

How long had you been passed out now? You didn’t know and honestly didn’t care either - since you had nothing to lose anymore.

In the meantime, the owner of those lands had dismissed his guards, not wanting to be disturbed as he was left alone with you in the giant throne room.

The apparent ruler of that unclassified location was sitting on his throne, warily observing you from above. You were lying to his feet at the bare floor, every piece of clothing robbed from you and restrained by a pile of chains. He watched every twitch, all breaths you’d take or groans escaping your mouth until you would finally awake.

Oh, how you really were just like he remembered you, with every little detail he had adored.

At long last, you would finally open your lids again, blinking heavily as you took in your surroundings - but when your eyes met certain emerald ones, they immediately sprung wide open, the emptiness in your heart being filled with all kinds of emotions once again.

The man - it was him!

“'Cause you are, you are

Oh, you are

Oh, you are

You are'Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

'Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you”

“Loki!” you screamed from the bottom of your heart. Without a single coherent thought, your legs would carry on their own as your weakened body stumbled in their attempt to climb those stairs.

For both of you, that momend of reuinion had waited far too long.

The god was temptated to approach you, his trembling hands already reaching out to catch your fragile body should you fall - but suddenly, you felt his knuckles digging into your cheekbone.

“Stay away from me, you fake!” Loki yelled furiously as you hit the ground, rubbing your cheek as you tried to understand what just happened.

Yeah, that sure brought you back to reality again, after such a short high.

Right.

That isn’t your Earth - and not your Loki either.

You couldn’t even be sure this world’s Y/N and Loki had the same kind of relationship the two of you had back in your timeline! The only thing you knew was that he knew you from his past, but as it seemed not pleasantly.

Now that you looked closely, he even had less scars, almost looking untouched and pure - like a true, invincible god. Maybe life here had treat him well, unlike his counterpart from your timeline.

He was still wearing that excessive outfit with the golden horns, and much to both your amazement and fear, it seemed that he still possessed theTesseract.

Could it be...

Before you could connect the dots, the king would soon interrupt your string of thoughts. “Drop that disguise, scum!”

Loki kept on degrading you as he paced in front of his throne, brow sinking deeper and deeper. “Don’t think you can somehow appeal to those pathetic sentiments” he explained, “I’ve freed myself from them long ago. Just stop making a fool out of yourself, and maybe I’ll reward it with a quicker death.”

Yet when he saw your most innocent smile, even this Loki would stand frozen in place, deeply in shock.

How he yearned to see it, all those years - to tell you just how sorry he was for everthing he’s done.

No.

He had left all of this behind - to claim his birthright and rule.

“I-I’m deeply so-sorry...that is a mistake” you whimmered with a broken voice, wiping a tear of joy out of your face. “My feelings overwhelmed me, I guess. I’ve never thought to see you again, even if you’re not the same Loki I know.”

Still cowering on the floor, you looked up to him with compassionate eyes, as if he had not just beat you before. You did not dare to make any more, wanting for Loki to try and understand himself.

“A variant?” he gnarled, just like you did when he realized.

No force in the world had allowed him to access other parts of the Multiverse, no matter how desperately he tried - and now fate had literally dropped you in front of his door.

Loki balled his fists in anger, making you flinch as you anticipated yet another blow.

“Dear, I-”

“Shut up!” the God of Mischief shoutet, causing his magic to break free. The walls of the palace were shaking, most windows and furniture having been destroyed. “It’s no use, woman!”

That man was way more powerful than the “puny god” people called names back on Asgard - and his sheer might made you quiver.

Just what kind of monster had he become, and why?

“L-Loki, please...” you tried to appeal to the last bit of humanity  he might possess, and your begging made his guts twist in agony. “You’re scaring me.”

“You better be scared!” he exclaimed, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at him. “No matter what disgracefully weak “alter ego” of me you knew, I am built different. Stronger. Better. Everyone in the Nine Realms fears me, and I desire nothing else! Everything distracting me from fulfilling my destiny and reign over you dull creatures I got rid of. You’re nothing more than an insect I might as well crush right here and now!”

Choking on a sob, he tried to relish that last chance he got to admire you, smell you, touch what he cannot possess...no matter how many universes there may be.

A flood of tears cracked down your face at his words, yet you couldn’t be helped.

No matter what he would say - he looked just like him.

And that was enough for you to feel alive after such a long time of being a walking dead. There had to be a reason you landed right at his home, of all places in this universe. You had a connection, both of you felt it ever since you had been transported here.

"May I ask-” you disrupted yourself, awaiting some reaction. But the conqueror had seemed to have spoken what he thought important to say, not declining your question at all.

Whenever he seemed fit, he could disintegrate you - yet right now, this situation was way too intriguing.

“What happened to myself in this reality?”

Loki swallowed harshly, letting go off of you as he threw you down the stairs. He wouldn’t even bide you one look as he tried to surpress the turmoil of emotion still running through his veins, desperately keeping it from breaking free.

The outcome would always be the same: Suffering, for both of you.

“And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you.”

He only ever wanted it to stop hurting. To become unfeeling, since love had always been poisoning his mind, sometimes being gifted with it even though he knew he would never be worthy of anything else than disgust and hate.

And that contradiction caused him to throw away anything good that happened to him, through you. Let it be taken away from him just shortly after finally learning to remotely enjoy.

You deserved the truth, a reason to hate him even more than you probably already did.

Had you only come to his salvation earlier, then he might have been helped - yet now, he was beyond redemption. Broken. Sick. Dangerous.

And when the Chitauri dragged you away, his last words let your blood run cold:

“She died through my hands.”

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Tags: Yelena x fem!reader, soulmate!au, fluff with a bit of angts, historically completely incorrect, happy ending.

TW: depiction of war, brief mention of sex, homophobic slur a few times, suicide.

Synopsis: War is no place for loving, it never was, but maybe you could love her again in the 21 Century, i mean, only if you could stop feeling so overwhelmed by her only existence, but no matter what, you can't stop something that's meant to be.

Notes: one, i don't like the part 4, it just feels lazy to me, and two, i'm not a native, so please tell me if i made a mistake <3

Part one: When she was beautiful.

Yelena Armanovna, as strong as ten soldiers, the jewel of the battlefield, once was just a kid, her land was destroyed by the war, and as the only child of the house, she was forced to join the army, or else die there, she became a soldier, and she desired that the war wasn't real, that she hadn't being born into this world, that no one had. 

Everyone knew that she didn't talk a lot, most of their fellow soldiers didn't even knew where she came from, or if she was even from Russia, the only one she talked to was a nurse, her name was y/n y/ln, and like Yelena, no one knew about her origin, the nurse was way more talkative than Yelena, but she was assigned to other areas, staying with older soldiers, child soldiers, or severely injured soldiers, she was called by the child soldiers "angel", because of her comforting aura in hard times like those. 

These women wouldn't be able to meet eachother if it wasn't for the near-death experience Yelena faced one time. She got shot by a hidden enemy, fainted from the blood loss and was taken to the nursery right away, they couldn't afford to lose her. That's when you saw the look in her eyes, that look, and you knew that death was upon the jewel of the battlefield, and you knew that if she died, everyone else will die, you tried as hard as you could to stay cool during the surgery, but you were breaking, because of all the hope that was layed on her shoulders, she was the hope of everyone else in that place to return home someday, even if Russia didn't won the war, her strenght will keep a few alive. So there you were, assisting the surgery of the one that could do something to keep everybody safe and triying to act like it didn't meant a thing. At the end, she survived, and with her, the dreams of returning to your home, you were the one assigned to take care of her, and you were  going to make sure Yelena survived.

Part two: Uncanny how she remind her of her little lady. 

—"¿Yelena Armanovna?" You asked to the blonde girl laying on the bed. 

"Yes" she answered without taking her deep eyes out of the book. 

You told her that it was your bed she was in, pointing at your last name on the post-it next to the bed, then showing her the same mark on the bed across the room where it said: "J. Armanovna". 

"Ah, i hate when they misspeal it, it's Yelena with a "Y". Well, sorry, but this is the only bed i can sleep in, i'm kinda tall, you can use mine, i will give you a cookie for your kindness." She concluded with a little smile, you notices how her voice was way sweeter than you could think considering how menacing her looks were. 

At the end you decided to let her keep the bed, thinking it wouldn't mean anything, how wrong you were, now you could look at her sleeping without moving from the bed, and you did it, you thought it was so creepy and you wanted to stop, but you couldn't, why? Why were you obsessed with the sight of her closed eyes and dry lips at night? Why did she gave you this insane feeling of comfort and loss at the same time? It was so uncanny. 

No matter how weird It felt, you couldn't escape from Yelena, she was your roommate, and your classmate in some of your classes, on top of that, she was quite nice, a very smart lady with a pleasent personality, so you had no excuse to be mean or distant whenever she asked about your day, or started a small talk when the professor was late. Along with that sort-of friendship, you also knew Yelena's group; a beautiful girl with raven hair named Pieck, a blonde sarcastic man named Zeke, sometimes his brother Eren, and Hanji, a very excentric and funny person. These people were good friends to you, more than you expected, and that confirmed you: there was nothing wrong about Yelena, and you had no reason to be disturbed by her… Well, to be honest, there it was a little thing that made you upset, Pieck said that Yelena liked Zeke, again, you had no reason to be mad, but you were anyway. Why did you felt so attached to this lady? Why did you did what you did? 

It was 2:00 am, you couldn't sleep and you were so ashamed of being doing what that thing, what thing? Writing a love letter, a love letter to Yelena, with a pseudonym, with the first word that popped into your head: "Babooshka". You put perfume on the paper, and you signed it under that name, a scented letter, when you were finished, you let the envelope under your bed, and let it on Yelena's locker. 

Part three: How she was before the tears.

She woke up, feeling dazed and almost disappointed for being alive, when Yelena saw you, she recognized you for the stories of her colleagues, "Angel?" She guessed. 

"Hello", you smiled and giggle a bit for that nickname, "My name is y/n y/ln, and i will take care of you until you are better"

"If i'm with you means i'm already dead, you only take care of the ones that are almost there." Yelena asserted with a careless attitude. 

You wanted to protest, but it was meaningless, you wouldn't make her upset in her state, "May i ask how is your wound feeling? Are you in pain?" You kept that polite and sweet smile on your face. 

You kept taking care of Yelena, she healed way too soon, her body wanted to stay alive, but you couldn't say the same thing about her. You got to meet the real jewel of the battlefield, she told you her story, and you told her yours, you two knew everything about eachother, likes, dislikes, and sad pasts. You noticed how Yelena cried softly whenever she thought about her life before, her life before the tears, before the war, when she felt happy. And you also noticed that you could erase that tears, the touch between your soft hands and her ser face, was something magical, something that nobody could understand in that moment, but you two? You knew everything about it, about that love touch, those secret beautiful instants you shared. 

You were the one crying when Yelena got better, you were joyful for her recovery, but you knew that she had to go, and after that, you were going to lose her forever, or so you thought. "We can send eachother letters, and we can meet at night." She reassured you while you were laying on her chest, skin to skin, she kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks with her strong and graceful hands, you purred at her cuddled your body in hers, you liked to kiss her scars, she had so many, it showed how determined she was on the battle and you liked that, the eyes and body of a soldier, and the heart of a suave lover, Yelena was always elegant, her movements could been rough and beastily, but she was soft and neat, whether i'll be fighting, talking, or embracing you. You could say with pride that only you knew this side of Yelena Armanovna, the subtle dominance she always established on her manner mixed with the chivalry and dulcet, that made the blonde woman truly enticing and amusing to anyone with enough luck to discover it.  

You knew that your letters to Yelena couldn't be too suspicious, so you took advantage of the fact that no one knew a thing about her, "Babooshka", was the pseudonym you choose, because everyone was going to think that it was from Yelena's grandmother. 

Your first letter to her, was this one: 

"My dearest Yelena, even though i promised that i wouldn't miss you too much, you have been away for three days and i'm already feeling the lack of your touch, and missing your dark eyes that make me shiver every time. I always thought that i would die without having loved, but you prove me wrong, i love you, i love every part of you, if i could picture perfection, it would be you, your laugh, your hair, the way you talk about home, everything about you would fit the word "perfect".

I swear to God and every star on the sky, that someday i will marry you, someday i will call you my wife, and you will be fully mine, and i will be fully yours. I know that you may think i'm silly because of this wish, but i know in my guts that i will become your wife, no matter how many years or Centuries i have to wait to do it.

All yours, Babooshka." 

When Yelena read the letter, she felt nothing but joy, she couldn't use words to describe how in love she was with everyone of your words, and giggled at the idea of marriage, of course she would marry you, she would marry you all the times that she could, she will make you hers every time, and she would submit herself to you every time. 

The two lovers kept sending and receiving love letters, and meeting at the comfort and hacen of the night, with only starts and the moon herself as a witness, sharing the intimacy of loving, not always touching two bodies, but the touch of two souls, two tormented souls who found love in a hopeless place.

It has been almost a year since the letters and secret meetings started to happen, Yelena and y/n couldn't be more in love, but tragedy was upon them. A soldier named Floch, started to notice the letters, and one day, he intercepted one, the love words were obviously not from Yelena's grandmother, and with fear of the jewel of the battlefield getting courted by a man who could get her pregnant and useless, this soldier tried to trace the letters, he spend days getting up triying to catch the mailman, and when he did it, he noticed that there wasn't an adress, so it must have been another soldier. After waiting for the guilty one to put the letter on the mail box, he saw y/n y/ln, the nurse, the angel, being a witness of how Satán corrupted the two women into a sapphic relationship, he ran into his superior's arms, showing him the evidence and warning him that given the nature of the letters, he may be grossed out by the devil's pervertion in the two women. 

The superior gave orders of keeping Armanovna here, and taking the nurse away, into a convertion field. 

Yelena was lucky to hear it, and she ran the fastest that she could into the critical patients nursery, where Y/N was. "Babooshka", she whispered at your ear while grabbing your arm yo take you away, you followed her into the woods. "What happened?" You asked with confution, you saw the look of pure fear un Yelena's eyes.

"They are going to tear us apart, they are are going to take you away, they will torture you there", she was ay the edge of crying, and so did you. 

"What can we do?" You couldn't think anything, you were all feelings

"Die, that's our only option, if we run away they will find anyway." The tall one tried to stay calm, failing

"You can't die, you mean hope for everyone!" Your conscience was heavy, you couldn't let Yelena die for you

"Y/n… You are the love of my life, if they take you away, i will kill myself anyway, i can't live without you, i can't just survive anymore, i need to live, when i'm with you i'm alive." Yelena wrapped you in a hug and you felt the tears falling on her face.

At the end, you agreed, Yelena already had a little bottle hidden in her uniform, you both took  sips until the bottle was empty, and you kissed and felt eachother like never before, because it was the last time, those were your last hours of life. You passed away after two hours, you were sleeping in Yelena's arms, while she was singing a lullaby from her hometown. 

She started with a cracked voice; "I know i do not have silver or gold like many others,

but i promise that i will wrap my bride in silk"  she stopped to cry a little.

"and i will love her with such depht,

that all my lacks she will forget, 

and she will love until the end… "

Yelena cried louder, and before falling asleep, and looked at your corpse with adoration.

I'm all yours, Babooshka. 

Part four: Babooshka

She woke up, ready for the exams, dressed with her usual suit, and put a lucky charm on her pocket. 

She was getting to class when she remembered, "my lucky pen is in my locker", so she went to get it, and saw a letter that fell sloppylly on her perfectly organized locker. She looked at the envelope and read "Babooshka", It clearly wasn't from her grandmother, one, because she would have written in "the tongue of mother Russia", two, because she was a bitter old woman that didn't write her, never, not even on her birthday, and three, because it was on her locker, not the mailbox. She opened it go find a love letter that has essence of a known perfume, she received the letter with a strange delight, smelling it and making a place on her locker for the piece of paper. 

These letters came one by one every week, and she knew they were from y/n, but Yelena couldn't help to love the letters, and she wanted to keep collecting more and more. 

She decided to shoot her shot after two months, when you two were studying together, she kissed your lips out of nowhere, leaving you completely confused and flustered.

"I- i thought you liked Zeke…" 

"Oh, i did" Yelena acted so shamelessly "But then you came."

"Do you say that a lot?" You asked annoying trying to shield from your notorious blush

"No, just you, Babooshka. I don't know why, but you make me fee… alive? I feel so close to you since i saw you." 

You didn't know what to do, you felt the same way, and you were way too nervous to think a witty reprise. 

"Why did you choose the pseudonym Babooshka?" Yelena have been wanting to ask you for a long time. 

"For real? I don't know, it just, familiar? I guess" 

"Ok, then" she smiled and pulled you closer

"I'm all yours, Babooshka."

[greatqueenanna]

Hi again! Thanks a lot for answering so thoroughly and in such a short time! ^^ I do like how you explain your points, resonable and with valid source.

Going not in order....

There's a thing you said in particular that resonated with me, the fact about some people finding comfort in the two sisters staying together. I'm one of them. It feels like a safe place, somehow. Those two found each other again, after so much pain and angst, and found happiness and strenght with their bond. That's why it's so saddening to see them take separated way. I agree with you that's an important message and it's even nice to see not always the same topic/moral, but I already knows life will go down its way, so at least let me the hope in the fairytail..!

Maybe for once I really was too grown up to see this movie? For example I love pokemon, from my childhood till my now 30th years old (and so on). And I love this always happy feeling I get from it, even throught the characters hardship, they overcome it together with their pokemon.

Also, I realized it while reading your answer, I do love characters with co-dependency. It reminds me of another couple of sisters, like Lightning and Serah (FFXIII) or even Katniss and Prim (Hunger Games). So it probably has to do with both one of my fav. (bad?) trope and the destruction of a safe heaven.

I understand better about why Idun should be there. How she is really the only one which can free Elsa from her burden. And yeah, it helped (thank you about that). I did feel she was somehow pointless but you explained to me why it must have been her and no one else..!

(And to answer to true-north, 90% of the characters has a mother that support or sacrificed something for son/daughter; the mother is always the most perfect figure, and I just want rappresentation of a bad mother, to feel like people can get over it throught times, and not to feel like they'll be for ever bonded to their mother...!) (Sorry)

Reguarding the "immortal" topic, I didn't really read that post, it's just seems natural to me after the movie. Kinda, if you die and reborn with superpower (or more than before) and you're a 'Spirit' you're more of a 'immortal being', kinda like a god, or a literally ghost, or a soul, that can still be in the world but has a superior meaning.

If you tell me that the fifth element has to be "human", you give me great relief. (Also well it could be a bridge Elsa with Anna's descendants, where Elsa would remember the "path" and teach the story to the following generations.) But I'm very happy if it's not like this..! :D

Thank you really for giving me your times and to have answer all of them with such consideration! ^^

Maybe I will really try to rewatch it with what you said in mind..!

@true--north there are some comments for you here, if you wish to answer them.

I respect that you find comfort you in Anna and Elsa’s bond - and that you personally didn’t want or need a message about change because you have to deal with real-life issues everyday and just wanted a fantasy to fall back to and enjoy. That’s is a perfectly valid reason not to like them living apart.

Unfortunately, Frozen was made with the intentions of being relatable - to help young people rationalize realistic situations with a lense of fantasy thrown in. Thus, somewhat realistic messages kind of come with the package haha. I actually remember some fans back in the day complaining a little bit about the first film - that the Disney classics were a form of escapism for them while Frozen just sort of reminded them of their real life, and it wasn’t as enjoyable for them because of this.

Perhaps it is an issue of what we want from the Frozen films - some want escapism, while others want a realistic story to relate to.