#kang the conqueror fanfiction

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

I knew something was familiar

[s10127470]

Avengers Fanfic Ideas

Hey guys.

I’m sure a good chunk of you reading this are familiar with the announcement of my upcoming series, The Avengers, which was suppose to come out this past December.

Well, here’s the thing.

I’ve actually been thinking about other ideas for a fanfic series based on Earth’s mightiest heroes that could be just as good (maybe even better then) as The Avengers.

So today, I’m gonna share with you all some ideas I have for this Avengers fanfic.

And at the end, I’ll have a major announcement to make.

Maximum Avengers:

You guys remember that Maxmium Marvel series I released this past fall?

Well I had the idea to retool the series into just focusing on The Avengers, but still being heavily based off the Maximum Marvel series created DeputyRustArt.

The series will be heavily inspired by Marvel Adventures: The Avengers (aka PEAK Avengers), focusing on the team’s various adventures and missions.

As for the roster, if you read the only episode I made for Max Marvel, it’s essentially the same as it was there.

Avengers Academy:

You guys remember Avengers Academy?

That mobile game where it was basically a Marvel College AU.

Well for years, I’ve wanted to do an series adaptation of the game.

The premise essentially follows that of the game, but more fleshed out.

Taking place on one of the many Earths in the Marvel multiverse, this reality features most of the iconic Marvel characters as teenagers and young adults. 

In order to help these super-powered adolescents go down the right path and prove to the world that they’re not a threat, Nick Fury created the titular Avengers Academy, a high school specially-made just for these young folks.

Now, these youngsters have to learn and train to become the heroes they’re destined to be, all while dealing with the trails and tribulations of being a teenager and young adult.

The main stars are the classic six Avengers, a friend group with each member being a some of high school/college archetype.

There’s Captain America, the all-American boy scout.

Iron Man, the genius rich kid.

Thor, who can switch between a metalhead jock to Donald Blake, the group mom in an instant.

Hulk, the mostly gentle giant who can also switch to Bruce Banner, the wallflower in an instant.

Ant-Man, the hippie scientist.

And Wasp, the fashionista.

The series will follow their adventures as they try and navigate the beginning of their time as heroes and their early adult years.

If your a fan of stuff like Monster High or Nintendo High, you'll probably like this.

The Next Avengers: 

Now we come to perhaps the most interesting of the ideas, being loosely based off the film of the same name.

Set 25 years after the beginning of the modern age of heroes, the series focus a new team of Avengers being formed, consisting of the children of the veteran ones.

This new team includes James Rogers aka American Soldier (the son of Steve Rogers aka Captain America and Natasha Romanoff aka The Black Widow), Morgan Stark aka Iron Woman (the daughter of Tony Stark aka Iron Man and Bethany Cabe), Thrud (the daughter of Thor and Sif), Azari Udaku aka Black Panther (the son of T'Challa Udaku aka Black Panther and Jane Foster), Hope Pym aka Giant Girl and Henry Pym Jr. aka Yellowjacket (the daughter and son of Hank Pym aka Ant-Man/Giant Man and Janet Van Dyne aka The Wasp), Francis Barton aka Sparrow (the son of Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and Bobbi Morse aka Mockingbird), and veteran Avengers member Bruce Banner aka The Incredible Hulk.

The series will see this team of young heroes following in their parents' footsteps and facing off against both the new generation of villains and the old generation that their parents fought.

Basically, this series would be like a mix between Descendants (gross.....) and Extreme Ghostbusters.

Avengers: Battle Through Time:

Now this is one of the ideas I've been the most ambitious, given that I've always been a huge fan of time travel.

The series focuses on The Avengers being approached by Va Nee Gast aka Voyager, an Elder of the Universe and The Master of All Time.

The reason she came to them: Kang the Conqueror.

Who like in the comics, wants to conquer the universe by altering the flow of history.

So now, The Avengers are finding themselves going on missions and adventures throughout the ages, thwarting Kang’s plans.

And along the way, they’ll be running into ancestors of themselves, their allies and even their enemies!

So those are the ideas I have!

If your wondering what the major announcement I had is.

Well here it is!

In either March or May, I’m planning on doing a pilot showcase.

Yes, you heard me right, a pilot showcase.

Where I’ll be making pilot episodes for each of these ideas, so viewers can get a good idea of what to expect from each series.

These pilots will essentially be hypothetical early episodes of each of these series.

And once the showcase is finished, I’m gonna hold a voting poll to see which one of these ideas you guys want to see turned into a full-on series.

I can’t wait for you all to check these ideas and hear your thoughts of time. And most importantly, which one you want to see as a full series!

So stay tuned!

[yourimagines]

Marvel fluff with kang the conqueror

It’s a short one, sorry

Love

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: fluff, soft side

Y/N POV

“Love are you in here?” Kang walked into our room. I smiled at him as he walked up to me. “There you are.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Did you miss me?” I nodded. “Yes I’ve missed you.” He smiles at placed a kiss on my head. “I missed you too my love.” I smiled at him. “How’s the baby love.” He placed his hands on my swollen belly. “Good, we’ve been good.” “Do you need something, food, a foot massage? Anything?” I shook my head. “No I’m fine, just want to spend some time with you.” “I’m yours tonight my love.”

We both were laying in bed, cuddling each other. I held his hand and played with his fingers. “Do you remember anything from your planet?” “Yes, a little bit, why?” He softly shook his head. “Just wondering.” I rolled over to the side, looking at him. “I can tell you what I still remember.” “Tell me.” I placed my hand on his bare chest. “The planet I lived on was earth.” He hummed and caresses softly my shoulders. “There is no leader of earth, there are multiple leaders of the land we divided.” “So no one is leading earth?” “No, they are leading their land, their people.” He hummed again. “I was working at Oscorp as a scientist.” “What did you do?” He kissed my head. “Modifying DNA.” “Making them stronger?” “Something like that, mostly trying to find a cure for diseases.” He smiles at me. “Your way to good my love, always wanting to help others.” I smiled at him. “I’m sorry that I care.” He carefully grabs my chin and kisses me. “Don’t apologise, not to me love.”

I was laying against him when I felt the baby kick. I whined softly, trying not to wake up Kang. I placed my hands on my belly. “Are you okay my love?” Kang sat up in bed, looking at me. “Yes, the baby kicked. I’m sorry for waking you up.” I moved to the edge of the bed, sitting straight while holding my belly. “You sure?” I nodded as the baby kicked again. “Let me help you.” I felt his body hugging me from behind. His large hands wrapping over mine. I lay my head back against his chest. He started to place a trail off kisses on my shoulder and neck. The baby kicked again and I whined a bit. I moved my hand on top of his, placing it on the spot where the baby was kicking every time. I felt him smiling against my shoulder. “You feel that?” “I do.” The baby kicked again. “Easy there, don’t need to hurt you mother like that.” I smiled up to him. He had a bright smile on his face, looking happy. “I think we have a fighter.” I giggled at him. “He’s definitely yours with all that kicking.” He carefully nudge me. “Your saying I’m not gentle?” He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe…” I said in a teasing voice. He smiles and kisses my neck. “I know I’m a bit rough sometimes but I think I take good care of my wife.” I giggled as he squeezed in my thigh. “You are a good husband.” He smiles against my shoulder. “I love you and our little fighter.” He caresses my belly. “We love you too.” I relaxed against his chest as he traces his fingers over my stretch marks. “You my love are so beautiful.” I closed my eyes, smiling softly. “Sleep my love, I’m here.” I started to breathe a bit slower, slowly falling asleep. “I can’t wait to meet our child.” I heard him whispering while I drifted away into the darkness.

[cosmicstxrdust]

An Unexpected Plan

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x reader

POWERS: none

WC: 2.6

SUMMARY: As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, it was safe to say that you had seen a lot of strange things in your day. Glowing cubes from space, aliens and planetary-scale Armageddons were considered just another day at the office. However, the opening of the multiverse means infinite possibilities, including some that you’d never expect.

WARNINGS: possibly ooc Loki? (this is my first time writing him.)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So this is based off the post-credit scene in Ant Man: Quantumania for the sneak peek of the Loki series s2. I actually have s1 written on Wattpad with an OC (called Everybody Wants to Rule the World if you want to check it out!), but since Tumblr likes x reader more, I took out the oc. This was an idea I’ve had since I watched s1 so I finally just decided to write a one-shot of it. It may not be accurate to the rest of s2 once it’s released since I just made up some stuff around the 3-second clip that we got.

As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, it was safe to say that you had seen a lot of strange things in your day. From glowing space cubes of unknown origin to aliens trying to take over New York, the realm of what you considered impossible had broadened over the years. Your considerably high rank as a field agent had allowed you to experience some of these things first hand, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was more so the latter now as you’d been tasked with keeping the notorious trickster God of mischief from living up to his name. Luckily, you were well-equipped for the job— and more than just in the weapons department; you had the uncanny ability to see through lies. (This proved to be exceptionally helpful in an organization whose secrets had secrets.)

However, it was only after more than a decade of service that you were finally thinking that maybe you had bitten off more than you could chew. The God of Mischief had certainly earned his title; in an unforeseen turn of events, he’d gotten his hands on the Tesseract a second time and, before he could whisk himself away to who-knew-where to wreak more havoc, you’d latched onto his arm at the last second to join him for the spin as well. (At least nobody could ever say that you weren’t dedicated to your work.) After that, things had taken a turn for the worse and you’d both been taken to a mysterious time agency and had narrowly escaped death. (Well, maybe death was still on the table— your inevitable end had just been postponed.)

Needless to say, you and Loki hadn’t started out as the best of friends. When you weren’t trying to kill each other (verbally, at least), you glared at one another in sulky silences. But, as they say, trauma draws people together. Somewhere along the line between the end of the world and multiple variations of yourselves, you’d become something akin to. . . acquaintances? Allies? Not necessarily friends, but bonded by enough strange events to have a tentative trust with each other. You were almost certain that Loki wanted more from your relationship, but you hadn’t really forgiven him for what he’d done in New York and besides— whoever heard of a mortal and a God getting a good ending?

Now, however, none of that really seemed to matter; being displaced from your timeline certainly held a bigger threat than whatever was going on between the two of you. After your world-shattering revelation that the statue in the TVA’s library was no longer of three space lizards, but Kang himself you scrambled for answers and solutions. In a desperate attempt to understand the new situation you were in, you’d gotten the new-Mobius’ help of locating (a) Kang in this present timeline, which happened to be in the Victorian Era.

Although the three of you were hidden in shadows in the back of the theater where Kang’s presentation was taking place, your instincts were on high alert. The past few days? (Months?) had taught you that nothing was as it seemed. Even if Kang was currently pretending that he hadn’t seen your little group, you knew not to underestimate him. Every muscle in your body was tense, ready to flee the theater at a moment’s notice if necessary. If you were less of an agent and more of a civilian, you might have even grabbed Loki’s hand— which was only inches from yours in the cramped space— as an expression of the fear that you currently felt. (While you were a seasoned veteran and had seen much in your day, any sane person who knew what Kang was capable of would be scared of him.) Loki seemed to share your trepidation as his eyes never left the enigmatic presenter.

Mobius spoke in a whisper from the God’s other side: “you made him sound like this terrifying figure!”

Neither you nor Loki took your attention away from the man at the front of the room as you replied in sync, “he is.”

As if he’d heard your quiet conversation, Kang’s— in this timeline called Victor— gaze snapped to where you were standing. Although his expression didn’t change and he continued to speak to the crowd, you felt an icy wash of fear trickle down your spine. Instinctively, your weight shifted forward to your toes as you prepared to flee, knowing it wouldn’t be good if Kang or any of his variations caught you as he surely intended to.

You exchanged a glance with Loki, almost one of the same mind after you’d experienced meeting He Who Remains the first time. For Mobius’ benefit, the God breathed out: “run.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; the three of you (after some prompting to get the TVA agent moving) pushed your way as calmly— but also hurriedly— as possible through the crowd to reach the doors. While there wasn’t anyone visibly chasing after you yet, you knew better than to be fooled by the appearance of peace. Once you’d reached the busy London street, you exchanged a look with the men. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you gave one word of warning: “if we get split up, good luck.”

Then, you broke into the fastest run you could considering the crowds of people, animals and carts that went about their daily business. (How nice it would be to not be aware of the multiverse, time travel, interdimensional threats. . . but you consoled yourself that you’d probably become too bored with such a quiet life.) Unsurprisingly, Loki was able to keep pace with you pretty easily— considering he was a God who had to match your extensive training— but Mobius seemed to struggle, especially with dodging obstacles. That was fine, though (as mean as that sounded), since Kang wasn’t after him.

As you ran at a (mostly) steady pace through the winding London streets, cries and shouts began to sound from behind you— it seemed that Kang and his variants were giving the chase. You blocked out the sounds as you focused on running; one foot in front of the other, arms swinging, bent, by your sides, breaths even: in, out, in, out. You ran as you’d been trained to do: for your life. You were so focused on staying ahead of the Kangs that you even lost track of your “running partner” as Loki seemed to fall out of your peripheral vision.

You rounded a corner, and then another, and then— a hand reached out to grab your arm. If given the choice between fight or flight, your always chose the former; you reacted instantly, kicking out with your feet as you attempted to put your attacker in a headlock to take them down.

It was only after a couple seconds of struggling (why wouldn’t this peasant man go down? Didn’t they eat a diet of potatoes and gruel?), you finally registered the man’s protests: “whoa, hey! It’s me— it’s me!”

You let go to eye him suspiciously. In a flash of green, Loki’s familiar form appeared and you let out a sigh of relief which (as it usually was when it came to him) was quickly followed by irritation. “Okay, what the hell? I know you’re the fricken’ God of Mischief and all, but is now really a time to pull tricks?”

“It’s not a trick,” he reassured you. “Well, perhaps it is, in a sense— we can disguise ourselves and blend in, get them off our tail.”

The disguise of a peasant man returned, complete with grubby clothes and matted hair. You curled your lips in disgust. “Far cry from being an Asgardian prince, huh?” you mocked him. “And besides, there’s two flaws to that brilliant plan: one, what about me? I don’t have magic, so pulling me aside to tell me this is just a waste of time. And second, I’m pretty sure Kang the Conqueror can see through something this. . . elementary.”

The peasant man scowled at you, displeased by your jabs. “This is genius, first of all. Before you go touting that you know all about magic, mortal, I can share illusions. Doesn’t your super-secret special agent school teach you self-preservation, or are you willing to take the chance and outrun an impossible amount of Kangs?”

You pursed your lips, weighing your options. As much as you hated to admit it, Loki was right; taking a chance on him was probably better then depending on your running abilities. (Although, to be fair, you were a pretty good runner.) You matched his annoyed expression and crossed your arms against your chest. “Fine, we’ll do it your way— but for the record, my father taught me self-preservation.”

The God smirked at you in that irritating way of his and extended his arm towards you. “Take my hand.”

You watched him skeptically for a moment, remembering how he’d openly admitted to flirting with you in the hours before you’d confronted the Void. As you hesitated— your fatal flaw— you listened for your pursuers and heard faint shouts from their rough interactions with the common people. They were still some distance away, but not comfortable enough to completely forego Loki’s plan. You sighed and— with as much distain as you could muster— took the God’s hand.

There wasn’t anything immediately different about your appearance; when you looked down, you could still see your now-worn combat gear and dusty boots. However, when you looked over at the man next to you, you no longer saw a peasant man; Loki was back to being his infuriating (ahem, handsome) self. You frowned in confusion as you lifted your hand, turning it back and forth to try and see the difference.

“You don’t see the illusion when you’re in it,” he explained with an impossible amount of smugness. “I can assure you, however, that we look as much the same as the rest of this doldrum crowd.”

You gave him a curt nod. “Fine,” you said again. “Let’s try to get out of here, shall we?”

They made their way back onto the main street, looking just the same as the rest of the passers-by. To the rest of the common people, they merely looked like a peasant couple holding hands, out for a nice stroll. Speaking of— “shouldn’t we run?” you asked, looking over your shoulder. Although you couldn’t see the Kangs because of the crush of people, you knew they were there.

“That would draw attention to us,” Loki replied evenly, keeping the steady pace. “All parts of the illusion must be convincing for it to work.”

So, as much as all of your instincts screamed at you to run, you forced yourself to match his steps. Thankfully, the busy city was too noisy to have conversation, otherwise you might have strangled Loki right on the street. (Okay, maybe you weren’t at each other’s throats as often anymore, but he still annoyed the hell out of you.)

It happened suddenly: one moment, you were walking along with Loki at a brisk pace, and the next a man with a golden pharaoh’s headdress appeared next to them. His dark, intense eyes swept the area as he mercilessly pushed carts and people out of his way. Your grip on Loki’s hand tightened in warning, causing the God to look down at you. You jerked your head to the dark-skinned man dressed in gold. His eyes followed your motion and widened before he quickly looked away. Neither of you spoke since the illusion wouldn’t disguise your voice, but your pace picked up slightly.

The next few minutes were very tense as you waited to see if Loki’s illusions would work. It seemed as if the Kang in the Egyptian-styled clothes was tailing you. Loki knew that his magic could only do so much; to the well-trained eye, a very faint glimmer of green could still be seen. They needed to make their illusion even more believable; to do something so out of the ordinary— something that was entirely ordinary, actually— that it would convince even the keenest of observers (which surely Kang was.)

The idea came to him in an instant, causing his chest to fill with warmth. While this would certainly not be his first kiss, it would be his first kiss with you. (And, if he were being uncharacteristically honest, it might be his only chance.) Loki glanced at the Agent out of the corner of his eye, knowing how poorly such a proposal would be received. But, this was a viable suggestion to get the Kangs away from them. So, he tugged the woman next to him to a stop.

You turned to look at the God with an irritated expression. “Need a break, do you?”

Loki was looking down at you intently, his emerald gaze holding yours. Perhaps for the first time, he ignored your dig. “Kiss me.”

Not sure if you heard him right, you stared at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Kiss me,” he repeated, a little more urgently. He glanced up at the Egyptian Kang who still lingered nearby. He lowered his voice as he hastily explained, “he suspects us. No one looks twice at two people kissing.”

“You’re cra— mmph,” your furious retort was cut off as he placed his lips on yours.

Again, your first impulse was to run, but this time for a different reason. It had been a long time since you’d kissed anyone— since your last love had ended in disaster. You’d vowed to never let anyone this close again after that, but here you were, allowing the God of Mischief to kiss you on a busy street. People brushed past you and jostled you, but Loki’s hands lightly held your arms, keeping you in place. You still had half a mind to push him away and ask what the hell was he thinking, but the other half of your thoughts registered how. . . good of a kisser he was.

You supposed that over a thousand years of practice certainly had its benefits. His lips were soft but insistent on yours, there was just enough tongue movement to make your stomach swoop (the traitor) and although you would deny it if asked, you could feel the electricity zip through you from the action. Just as your shock wore off enough to really kiss him back, Loki pulled away, his gaze flicking over your head to watch the crowd.

“He’s gone,” the God said with relief. Once he’d assessed that the danger had passed, he looked down at you with a smirk. “For someone who claims to hate me so much, I expected you to slap me instead of kiss me.”

You glared at him, any semblance of warmth that had come from the kiss disappearing as quickly as mist in the sun. “That can still be arranged.”

He gave you a shit-eating grin and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, Agent. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

You shoved his arm away and turned to resume your path through the crowd, your head held high. “I didn’t. Let’s go find Mobius. Hopefully he hasn’t gotten trampled by a stray horse or something.”

Since you’d already refocused on the mission at hand, you missed the way the God’s smug expression faltered slightly at your stout rejection. It only lasted for a fraction of a second before he quickly recovered and hurried to catch up with you. Grabbing your wrist, he added, “we should still keep our disguises up, just in case.”

[firelance2361]

What If...Kang Kidnapped Kamala Khan? (Cover)

Well, it took me a long while, but my What If…? fanfic for Kamala Kang is now finished and published on Wattpad, so here’s the official cover for the story.

And of course, the link to it:

Hope you guys like it! Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

[broadwayfan92]

Completed fanfic! Bruce Meets Kang: A What If Story

What if Bruce Banner met Kang instead of Scott Lang?

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/342271933-bruce-meets-kang-a-what-if-story AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47318704/chapters/119231815

[neganwifey25-blog]

I love this series already 😂😍🖤

i remember his hands - chapter 2

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/n will be very fleshed out like i'm gonna give her everything lol

WARNING: bl00d mention, explicit language (both swearing and ig sexually)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2.9k

NOTES: i just now realized the summary said y/k this whole time instead of y/n, i knew something looked off lmao 😭 just ignore that lol. also if you guys want me to make a taglist, just lmk in the comments and if you want me to tag you or not

PREVIOUS PART

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To your surprise, you opened your eyes to find yourself alive in your bed. Your head throbbed in a sharp, piercing pain. You looked into the mirror that sat in front of your bed to examine your facial injuries. You had a bandage wrapped around the right side of your head. As you went to touch the place where the rock was smashed into, you winced from the pain as it shot into your head. It wasn’t as deep of an injury as you thought it would be, but it wasn’t doing you much good either. You also noticed a bruise on your left upper cheekbone, very quickly growing into a black eye. You assumed it was from when the man tackled you into the creek. You moved down to your throat area to find two dark purple bruises on the front side of your neck. Other than those injuries and a couple of scratches on your arms and knees, you figured you were in better shape than your attacker. You wondered what ended up happening to him. If you were here alive, it meant he probably survived too. Left out there, he was probably finished off by roaming mites. Either way, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

You hear a knock at the door. “Come in”, you struggle to get out, a spiky pain going down your throat after you the words escape your mouth. Janet opens the door and walks over to your bed with a glass of water and some more bandages. “Yeah that sounds as bad as I thought it would be. Whoever caused those neck bruises was really trying to kill you”, she replied, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “Really? I thought the bloody dent in my head would be more of a giveaway”, you sarcastically reply in pain. You got a small chuckle out of her. “Even a near death experience couldn’t take away your wonderful sense of humor”, she jokingly replied. You smiled at her remark. Janet went to unravel the bandage on your head. You grimaced as she tried to rip off the parts that were dried on by the blood. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine”, she said after noticing the expression on your face. “You’re a tough girl. One of the strongest people I’ve met.” A slight smile crept onto your face. She dipped a cloth into the bowl of water, then started to dab it onto the wound. As much as the process of getting to it sucked, you enjoyed moments like these with Janet. You know, even though finding you out there bleeding out from your head probably almost scared her to death, that she enjoyed them too. You took a sip of water from the glass she gave you, which improved your throat pain significantly. Once she finished cleaning your head, she wrapped another bandage around the wound. “Alright, I’m fixing up some breakfast for you in the kitchen. If you need anything, just ring this.” She placed a little bell on your nightstand as she gathered her stuff to leave.

After failed attempts to fall back asleep, you decided to head out to the kitchen to help Janet. You gently placed your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. You slightly limped over to the mirror to assess yourself again. Your head looked slightly better with the change in bandages, but the bruise on your cheekbone had now fully turned into a black eye. You winced as you placed your fingers on the swollen area around the bone. The bruises on your neck had stayed about the same size as the last time you saw them. You rolled up your pant legs to find two bandaged gashes on your right knee, most likely from the tackle as well. You slowly turned and hobbled towards the door to walk into the kitchen. You made your way across the hallway of the cabin into the kitchen and living room (it was more of just a little kitchenette with a couch in it). You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting of the room. As you opened your eyes again, you could hardly believe what you saw going on by the couch.

Janet was kneeling on the floor next to couch, tending to the same man who tried to kill you. She was cleaning up a cut he had on his left tricep, as he laid there shirtless on the couch. Your heart sunk as your eyes laid on him. He was still unconscious, but the thought of your attempted killer being in the the same house as you made you nauseous with fear. “Janet!” you whisper yelled at her, half from the fear of waking him up and half from the pain still in your throat. She didn’t turn around. You yelled again. She rolled her eyes as she finished changing the bandage and walked over to you. “What is he doing here?” you asked like she was insane. “I couldn’t just leave him there to become mite food y/n”, she truthfully replied. “Uh, yes. Yes, you very well could have. You are aware of the fact that he almost killed me, right?” you asked, still concerned the situation wasn’t getting through to her. “Yes I am, and that’s exactly why I brought him here.” All you could do in response to hearing her say that was nervously laugh. “Listen to me y/n, I’ve been here for much longer than you have. So I know for a fact that when people arrive here, it’s either from some extremely fucked up accident, or for a very important purpose. I believe he’s here due to the latter. We need to keep him alive to find out that purpose, alright?” she snapped at you. You hadn’t seen this side of her much, so whenever you did, you knew she meant it. You nodded in response. “Alright” she said as she took a deep breath “Now help me with breakfast.”

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He could see the bright white lights seeping in from his eyelids as he slowly opened his eyes. As he regained consciousness, he immediately felt shooting pains in his shoulder, abdomen, and foot. His groaning caught Janet’s attention as she walked over to where he was with damp cloth. He tried to move back slightly, but if he moved any more, the pain would get worse or he would probably fall off the couch, which was definitely too small for him to lay horizontally on it. Janet looked at him for a consenting look before taking the cloth to the right of his abdomen. He hesitantly nodded. He groaned through the stinging pain of the water mixing with the bloody wound. “I’m surprised you were still alive by the time I got you inside. This one right here should’ve had you dead within the first three minutes of getting bit” Janet said to break the silence. “W…Where am I?” he asked tiredly. “My cabin. I’ll tell you the rest of it when you’re awake enough to pay attention to what I’m telling you.” Janet placed her hands on his back once she noticed he was trying to sit up. He cried out in pain through his teeth as he tried to sit normally. “Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet”, Janet said concerned. “No time”, he said between short breaths. “Need to get back to the sh-.”

He cut himself off when he saw you standing by the kitchen counter, your back to him and you head lowered. He kept his eyes on you for a bit and examined your frame, trying to understand how someone as small as you could reduce him to this. You could feel his eyes on you, like a laser burning into your back. The longer the moment went on, the more you wanted to take the knife nearest to you and finish the job you started. After what felt like hours, he finally turned his face back to Janet. Being able to tell what he was going to say next, she said “She lives here with me. And before you ask, no she isn’t going anywhere. And until you fully heal, you aren’t leaving either.” Janet turned to face both of you. “And until that time happens, I need you two to try to not kill each other. Alright?” You reluctantly nodded your head. He did the same. “Ok good.” Janet finished with his abdomen wound and walked over to you in the kitchen. “I’m going into town for a bit to get some more medical supplies, so I’m going to need you to finish with his shoulder and foot” she told you, already noticing the horrified look creeping onto your face. Your heart sunk and your eyes widened hearing her say that. “Janet, no, there’s no way. You leave me here alone and there is no doubt he’ll kill me” you whispered quite enough so he wouldn’t hear. Janet pulled you outside with her to talk. “Listen, I know you don’t trust him and I don’t entirely either, but have you seen him? It would take a miracle for him to get up right now and charge at you again. Plus, I need you to try to get information on him while I’m gone, ok?” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok.” “Thank you.” Janet gave you a little peck on your forehead. “I’ll be back soon.” She started walking off into the distance. With Janet’s good luck kiss, you turned to the door to walk inside. As you went to turn the doorknob, you noticed your hand slightly shaking. You took one last deep breath to calm yourself before walking inside.

You walked inside, determined not to make eye contact with him the entire time. Once you got to the kitchen counter, you could already feel his eyes on you again. You could’ve sworn he had some kind of laser eye power, because you could feel yourself getting hotter with each passing second. It was almost paralyzing how it made you feel. “Could you stop that please?” you finally said, hoarsely. You heard a slight chuckle from him. “Sounds like I did a number on you after all. Not good enough though, since you’re still walking” he replied in a rich, slightly menacing tone. It was enough to send a slight shiver down your spine. You could hardly believe Janet trusted him enough to not kill you. You took yet another deep breath, and grabbed the bowl of water, a sewing needle and thread, a roll of bandages, and a damp cloth. You still avoided eye contact, but out of your peripherals, you could see he was still staring at you. What you couldn’t tell though, was if he was slightly smirking or not. 

You placed the bowl down on the ground and you sat right in front of his foot. You reached to unravel the bandage wrapping his left foot, but he moved it away. You sighed. You knew exactly what he was doing. Giving in to what he wanted, you finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were just as sharp and full of anger as they were when he first punched you in the chest. “Please don’t move. This will be easier for both of us if you stay still”, you say to break the tension. You go back to his foot to unwrap it, but he moves it yet again. You huffed to yourself and turned back to him. “Listen, I know you’re upset with me over the arrow, and I’m sorry. My intention wasn’t to hit you. But I have every right to be mad at you as well. Now I know you don’t want me here, but I hate to break it to you, you’re stuck with me until Janet gets back. Now can you please hold your foot in place so I can take off this god damn bandage!” you yelled as loud as your injured throat let you. You must have turned red or something because you noticed a smirk slightly tug on his lips. He moved his foot in front of you. “Thank you”, you remark, turning away from him again. 

You unravel the bandage to find Janet already stitched up the wound on his foot. That made things easier for you at least. You took the damp towel and dabbed it on the wound. You couldn’t believe you were here, cleaning the wounds of the same man who just tried to kill you. Apparently he couldn’t believe it either, since his eyes were still locked onto you. You finished applying the water and wrapped his foot back up. You moved over to his shoulder next. You were much closer to him now, forcing you to have to take looks at him. It was the same expression every time though. Anger, mixed with annoyance, mixed with a hint of fascination. You unraveled this bandage. This was the one Janet hadn’t gotten to yet. You figured this would give you a chance to redeem yourself though, fixing up the wound you gave him. You kneeled in front of his shoulder with the threaded needle and stuck it into the wound. As soon as you put it in, the man clenched his teeth and groaned in pain. He wiped his face with his hands in anguish. 

You pulled the needle through the skin, and at some point you must have hit a specific spot, because his hand shot down and took hold of your thigh to hold as leverage. Butterflies flooded into your stomach as he squeezed your thigh with every pull of the needle and thread. You looked down and took notice of his hand once again. Noticing how big it was, how tense it would get, and whether he did it with intention or not, how he would occasionally trace his thumb across you clothed skin. Once previously around your throat, now seizing your thigh and tightening its grip with every movement of the needle. You felt your cheeks getting brighter with each tighten. Part of you thought he was doing this to fuck with you, but the looks you saw on his face proved you otherwise. 

Being this close allowed you to take notice of all his facial features now. From his plump lips, to the two identical scars running down his face. You knew they had to have some sort of story behind them, but you decided to ask another time. You were unable to reach a certain spot on the inner part of his shoulder, so you sat up slightly to move more into him to reach it. This is when it hit you how close you two were. Feeling his hot breaths on your cheek, hearing his slight moans and groans of pain, and now with the movement of his hand from on top of your thigh to your sensitive inner thigh. You were embarrassed to admit the combination of everything made you slightly wet. You had to use your spare hand to push two pieces of his skin together that were too far apart for the needle to get in naturally. As you pushed, he moved his right hand to grab yours. Now that it was touching your bare skin, you could fully appreciate the feel of his skin on yours. You felt how rough it was as the calluses on his hands slightly scratched against your knuckles. 

You finished up and closed the wound and started dabbing it with the damp towel with the same hand that was holding the needle. He still hadn’t moved either of his hands, his moans and groans now turned into short pants. You sat there for a second, embarrassed with how comfortable you suddenly were with him. Part of that embarrassment also went towards how wet his hand being on your upper inner thigh made you. “Are you ok?” you asked, having to say something in fear of what you would do if you just stayed like this. He nodded slightly. He opened his eyes after having them shut from the pain and looked into yours again. Only this time, they weren’t filled with anger. You couldn’t tell what look this one was. Maybe weakness from his pain. Maybe wonder. Maybe…. After clearing his throat, he finally took his hand off of yours. Then, almost as if he were teasing you at this point, he dragged his hand off your inner thigh agonizingly slow, finger by finger. Cheeks flushed and stifling the noise you felt building up in your throat, you grabbed your materials and moved them over to the kitchen counter and made your way back to your room without saying another word. “Wait”, you heard him call out. You popped your head out from behind the hallway corner and stood there waiting for what he was going to say.

“What’s your name” he asked softly.

“Y/N” you hesitantly answered.

“...I’m sorry for earlier y/n.”

“I’m sorry too…” you signaled to him for his name.

“Kang.”

“I hope you heal well, Kang.”

“You too.”

You walked back over to your room, using whatever self control you had to stifle any feeling that might have been awoken in those moments.

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A/N: dude i dont think you understand how much i enjoyed writing that HJFHJF. there will be more to come soon dw. but i hope you enjoyed this chapter (this took up 9 google doc pages lmao) since shit actually happened lmao. as regarding whenever chapter 3 comes out, it might take a little while since the ideas for the preview-chapter 2 came to me super quick, im still thinking about what direction chapter 3 will take. It shouldn’t take any longer than a week, but please just be patient. thank you for reading!

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Echo of Hope - Outline

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/otdyS1N by Celeste_Scamander When Marvel fangirl Layla crashes into her favorite franchise, it's not for fun and games. A Marvel villain yet to be unmasked is after her, and her appearance turns the timeline upside down. This is an outline, may turn into a really, really long novel-length fanfiction if enough people like it. Words: 3653, Chapters: 19/19, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Captain America (Movies), Black Panther (Marvel Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), Ant-Man (Movies), Thor (Movies), Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), WandaVision (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Kang the Conqueror | Nathaniel Richards, Other Kang Variants (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Jane Foster (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Brock Rumlow, Thanos (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Stan Lee, Stephen Strange Additional Tags: TVA | Time Variance Authority (Marvel), Pym Particles (Marvel), Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Movie: The Avengers (2012), Plot, outline read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/otdyS1N

[im00flynn]

Can you make a fic of maybe the reader being with Janet or Scott and when they see Kang he recognizes her maybe because they were lovers in another life? 👉🏽👈🏽

In another life: Kang x Reader

Summary: The Request

Warnings: A bit of Angst but mostly Fluff

Well, this was a disaster. You've been sucked into the quantum due to a mishap with Cassie's invention.

Luckily for you, you weren't alone, Scott and Cassie were with you but no sign of Hank, Janet, and Hope.

"Where are we?" Cassie asked while looking at the realm.

"It looks like one of the world's beyond the void." Scott responds.

"We should start walking to try and find the others." You tell them.

They agree, and you start walking, hopefully able to find your other friends so you can go home.

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After what feels like forever we arrive at a small village like place.

"Who are you? what are you doing here?" A woman approaching us asks.

"I'm Scott, that's Cassie, and that's [Name]. We're looking for Janet Van Dyne." Scott tells the women.

"If you're looking for Janet, then he's looking for you. If he's looking for you, then you need to leave this place." She tells us with a worried expression on her face.

"Why? What's going to happen?" You ask, but before she can respond, an explosion erupts, and it knocks you out cold

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You wake up and realize you're no longer in the village but in a cell.

"[Name], are you okay? Scott asks you who is also in a cell a long with Cassie in the next cell over.

"I'm fine, where are we?" You ask them confused.

Before Scott or Cassie can respond, guards come to the cells and stop in front of yours.

"He has requested to see you." One of the robot guards tells you.

They open the door to your cell and grab your arms, taking you away to wherever it is. You're going.

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you enter a big room that has a great view overlooking the realm, Standing on a platform in the middle of the room is a man.

The man turns around and smiles at you.

"[Name], It's been so long since I last saw you." He tells you, leaving you confused.

"I know what you're thinking, Who is this guy? how does he know me? Well, I'm here to answer all your questions." He says, taking a step closer to you.

You look at him confused and a worried feeling forming in your stomach, "What do you want from me?" You ask him with a somewhat shaky voice, which you hope he doesn't notice. He did.

"Don't worry [Name], I will explain everything to you." He says with a soft smile, while he moves his had to cup your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Have a seat so we can discuss what you're here for." He tells you, removing his hand and holding it out for you to take.

You take his hand, and he leads you to the big throne like chair and offers you to sit down.

You sit down still holding his hand, and he sits down next to you.

"Where should I begin?" He asks you.

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"An introduction would be nice." You told him, still scared to speak.

He smiles at your response, "Of course, I'm Kang, the ruler of the quantum realm." He tells you.

"What's your name?" He asks rhetorically, but you respond anyway.

"I'm [Name]." You respond, and he still smiles at you.

"Well [Name], I won't waste anymore time to explain why you're here." He states before clearing his throat getting ready to tell this story.

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"Many years ago, before I first came down to this realm, I was a scientist, I worked on many inventions and gadgets and gizmos, etcetera. Along the way, I met someone who was very special to me in many ways. Over time we got to know each other and we fell in love, unfortunately by the time our relationship was getting serious and I was ready to propose to them we got separated. One of my inventions malfunctioned, and it caused me to be trapped here and away from my partner forever, and that person was you." He tells you with a somber tone and a sad smile.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, causing him to look at you and give you a small smile.

"I may not be the [Name] you knew, But I'll be glad to be the [Name] you know now." You tell him.

You lean up to kiss his soft lips, and he kisses back, deepening the kiss.

You both pull away, and you rest your head on his shoulder while he rests his on top of yours.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic! more Kang stories are on the way, so get ready for that! and thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing! ILYSM!!

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Synopsis: What if Janet took Kang's offer to return home after repairing his ship?

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[soufcakmistress]

Subatomica

A/N: Yall already know what the deal is

Pairing: Kang the Conqueror x Thick Black Mutant

Subatomica was your home. The quantum realm wasn’t perfect but it was all you knew. Being half human and half telepath, you fit in with this cast of characters well. Your mother was a bit of a revolutionary; a former Physics grad assistant to Hank Pym and an avid admirer of all things regarding quantum physics. Her genius led her to secretly creating a quantum tunnel in her shed behind her house and unfortunately tumbled into the realm with no way to return to the surface world. She fell for a telepath with a deep lineage and community in the quantum realm and they welcomed her right away. Not long after, you arrived as a telepath humanoid grappling with two worlds inside of you. 

Time worked differently down here as your mom used to tell you. She said humans operated on a schedule where they slept at night and operated during the day, utilizing a 24 hour system. You could understand this, as you did the same and also took naps accordingly. The telepath in you was able to figure out from an early age that this wasn’t typical in this realm. There were all types down here, with different needs. Freedom. Love. Community. The will to live in peace. That’s what kept you all together in unity. 

As you grew, you caught the eye of a certain former prince of K’ai. Jentorra, his sister, was becoming a formidable leader in your community. An extremely proficient fighter with ability to conjure quantum blasts from her staff. You and him would always break off from the rest of the group after tutoring and training and sneak kisses in the forest. Before long, y’all made it official and picked a home that accepted the both of you. 

Your community was extremely sought after. Several groups had attempted to overthrow and seize power but the community never allowed it to happen. The two of you were a part of the army to keep it safe. You set an example by keeping the community extremely tight knit with plans to expand for harmonious travelers and folks trying to set down roots alike. 

One auspicious day, a little girl who lived two streets over ran to your front yard crying for you to come to an open field. “Come come! Some people are hurt!” She guided you by your hand to the wreckage of this ship with what appeared to be a human man and woman. Little did you know the chain reaction that would result from that day. 

You and your people were able to assist them in getting them the bare essentials. Their names were Nathaniel and Janet. They were both from the surface world. They also were incredibly intelligent from what you’ve seen—his ship was unlike any kind of mechanism or vessel you’d seen or experienced in the quantum realm. 

You wondered about their relationship. It wasn’t clear as to whether they knew each other beforehand yet they worked together like a well oiled machine to fix their mode of transportation. At night when your head swam with the constant rotation of other people’s thoughts, you would lurk in the trees to see what they were doing. Sometimes Nathaniel would stay up for days on end, determined for departure. He almost caught you many a time, almost like he could sense the cadence of your careful gait climbing the massive branches. 

Weeks pass, and you and your husband sleep peacefully next to each other. The building you live in however, is beginning to get antsy. Your husband gets up and looks out the window. An expansive army is lined up calling for you and your husband’s heads. “Y/N and Y/H/N Y/L/N, by order of the Conqueror, you are under arrest and are hereby detained until further notice.” No sooner than they blared it for the entire realm to hear, were the doors kicked in and you and your husband were dragged out in restraints. 

The aroma of smelt iron and steel lulled you back to consciousness. You were in some kind of cell with a glass window a few inches thick. Across from you, your husband was knocked out cold in a cell of his own. Footsteps from the other end of the hallway sent your heart rate sky high, seeing what awaited the both of you. 

It was him. You had never seen him dressed like this before. The smug and nonchalant look on his face. “Do I look any different up close than from your tree branch?” You gulped, and scrambled to the back wall of the cell. 

“I already know what you’re thinking. So many questions in that brain of yours. Burdened with your thoughts and anyone that you come across. Fighting for your lives like savages anytime your small utopia is threatened. What if I told you that I could end it all?”

Confused as to his meaning, you stayed planted in that spot listening to the psychopath wax poetic about his plans and what he could do for you. “You could be an asset to me. Sniffing out offenders before they could do any damage. We would be unstoppable.”

He came closer to the cell and peered into your soul. “Your people….they listen to you. They trust your judgement. The best life for your people can only be achieved by adhering to what comes next. They work for me….they live. We join by union and they live. A simple proposition.” 

Your eyes bugged at the mention of a union with this man. “I’m already married…” 

“A minor inconvenience.” By the flick of his finger, the transparent shield holding your husband in dissipated and he floated your husband to his feet. “Stand up, Y/H/N.” 

Tears stream down your face, as you plead for Nathaniel to spare the love of your life. It all fails to move him, and he chokes him until your husband’s eyes are on the verge of exploding. “Nathaniel please. I’ll do whatever you want!! Just let him go!!”

“It’s Kang now. You would do best to remember that, Y/N.” Your hands are bruised from the constant banging on the tempered glass. Your husband gave you a look that let you know he was resigned to his fate. The lack of oxygen was almost at a point of no return, and he attempted to say “I love you” with blood and spit mingled in his mouth. That infuriated Kang even more, and he crushed your husband’s throat, and let his body crumble to the floor like a rag doll. 

You screamed like a banshee — your throat was raw, and stomach acid began to churn up your gut. Kang removed the barrier between you two. Slowly but surely, he came towards you. Gently, he wiped your face, and pushed your hair out of your eyes. “So what’s it gonna be, Y/N? Choose a thousand eternities with me and your people thrive under my rule. Or…..refuse my proposal and choose certain death for them, while you get to watch my army destroy everything and everyone you’ve ever known?” 

Wrath and despair was in your eyes as you finally got a good look at him. He was incredibly handsome. And a monster. His eyes had storms in them, and you wondered how he received those scars parallel to each other framing his face. You put on a brave face, even though your entire body shook in abject fear. “You know what you need to do to keep them safe, Y/N.” As furious and heartbroken as you were, you didn’t wanna call his bluff. He murdered your husband right before you like he was less than nothing. Gambling with your people’s lives wasn’t worth it. 

“Don’t hurt anymore of my people. If you keep your end of the deal…..I’ll keep mine.” Kang seemed pleased at you acquiescing so quickly. He pulled you to your feet, and kissed you on your cheek. “You have my word.”

“Kang, if you will allow me to bury my husb—Y/H/N— I would be greatly appreciative. Please.” He towered over you. His suit had so many buttons and trinkets; you had no idea what he was truly capable of just yet.  By being his…..”wife”, you could figure out his weaknesses and take him down once and for all. But that day was not today. 

“I’ll allow it. You and the body will be escorted by my guards and MODOK back to your home while you grieve briefly and retrieve the rest of your belongings. Your quarters will be waiting for you.” This was no ordinary man, and everything he did terrified you. It was evident that there was something just bubbling beneath the surface that threatened to take over, like he was barely able to keep the blazing fire in him contained. He dismissed you, and turned his back to watch the guards assemble to fly back to your former home. 

Kang watched you follow the numerous amount of goons surrounding you on the platform outside, and simply smirked. “You’re mine now.” 

*should I continue this or nah?*

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[havikshoochiemama]

Fanfic writers PLEASE PLEASE PLESSE PLEASE PLLLEEAASSSE🙏😞 i needs more fic

[ch3rry-wink]

Me and the others waiting for kang smut

[kang-sworld]

I am just going to slide this right here …

[firelance2361]

Twice the Kangs, Double the Trouble

Just another piece I did for my What If…? pitch for a Quantumania/Ms. Marvel crossover episode where Kamala Khan loses her memory and becomes the pawn/apprentice of Nathaniel Richards/Kang the Conqueror.

I know this might not be the most wanted of things with the whole Jonathan Majors fiasco, but I’m not trying to pick sides or provoke, so please don’t attack me on this.

Hope you like it!

[neganwifey25-blog]

Umm…wow 😩 I’m already waiting patiently for the next part I love this so much 😭🖤🖤🫶🏾

i remember his hands - chapter 4

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/n will be very fleshed out like im gonna give her everything lol

WARNING: explicit language (sexual and verbal), smut, p in v unprotected (stay safe people), a little angsty, he’s being nice to her awwwwww

CHAPTER WORD COUNT:  2.7k

NOTES: OMG IM SORRY THIS IS COMING SO LATE!!! its kinda coming from the mix of being really busy this past week and not knowing what to write lol so again, sorry

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Saying you were furious with Kang was an understatement. Although at this point, you were more upset with yourself for giving into it that easily. You hadn’t even had a full conversation with him and you had sex with him. Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. That was what upset you the most. You knew exactly what would come of it, and you did it anyways. And worst of all. You liked it. No. You loved it. You tried to make yourself feel better by thinking that it was just the fact that it had been years since someone touched you like that that made you love it. But deep down you knew it was him. The way he handled you, the way he kept teasing and edging you, the way he put you at ease. You loved it. And you wanted it again. 

You had been in this back and forth with yourself for the past three days, the amount of time its been since you’ve started giving Kang the cold shoulder. If you were being honest, you felt bad about how cold you grew towards him. But he deserved it. Part of you wished you had finished the job and killed him then and there. But you didn’t. You still didn’t know why. Right now, you just decided to blame it on clouded judgment from your blood loss. You stopped yourself from trying to figure out why though, as you realized it would send you down a rabbit hole of thoughts. 

After two hours of no luck catching mites for food, you gathered your hunting gear and headed back inside the cabin. And yet again, there he was, just sitting there sprayed across the couch. Despite your pleas to her to get him to work or do anything other than sit around, Janet insisted he needed more to time to recover. Which he would trick her into believing, as you knew what his body was capable of at this point. You would occasionally exchange glances with him while working in the kitchen. In the spilt seconds that your eyes would meet his, you tried desperately to search for any signs of remorse or regret for what he did. But you could never find any. At most, you could only recognize one emotion going through them. Desire. And you knew for what.

Which is why would look away from him so quickly. Janet walked out from her room and over by the couch to talk to Kang. Presumably to try and get some more information out of him. So far, she told you that the only things she found out about him was his name, which you already knew, how he crashed, the core of his ship ran out of energy, and what he called his ship, the Time Chair. He had been secretive about everything else. Frankly, you didn’t really care about finding information about him anymore. You just wanted him out of your house. Janet stood above the couch and asked him to stand up. You turned around to watch and see what would happen. Reluctantly, Kang stood up from the couch and took a couple of steps around the room. You snickered a bit to yourself after seeing the look Janet gave him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling to yourself. “Is everything alright?” He asked sharply. “No no, it’s just funny.” You remarked with a smirk on your face. “That's enough you two.” Janet said, shooting daggers at you. She turned her face back to Kang. “Alright, since it seems like you're well enough to walk, you’re gonna take care of some errands for me in town.” You could see his posture slightly slouch in response to her demand. You couldn’t help but quietly giggle to yourself. “Oh and you’re going with him.” Janet said, turning back to you. Before you could disagree, she said “I need you to show him where everything is and to be there to carry him just in case he can’t walk anymore.” You looked at him up and down, then turned back to Janet. After standing in silence for a second, Janet replied. “Okay, mainly to show him where everything is.” You scoffed to yourself before grabbing your gear and walking outside. Janet tapped Kang on the shoulder as a sign to follow you. He walked outside to find you already about 50 feet ahead of him. This was going to be a long day.

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You walked around the market, making sure to keep at least a five foot distance between the two of you. Your only interaction with him was handing him the bags of wild fruits you purchased to carry. You walked past a pawn shop type building. You knew you and Janet were getting short on cash. You stared at the gold bangle on your left wrist. It was a gift from your father. You could still remember unwrapping the box that contained it on your 14th birthday and putting it on immediately after. You hadn’t taken it off since. But times were getting desperate. And this was your last resort. You took a deep breath and told Kang to wait outside for you. You walked inside and up to the counter to make the trade. You reluctantly unlatched the bracelet and placed it on the counter, tears welling up in your eyes. You took the money from the attendant and turned to leave, but bumped into someone on your way out. “Sorry.” You said without looking at them. 

Your eyes shot up at them though when you felt a hand grab your forearm. “Told you it was her.” One of the men said. Finally taking awareness of your surroundings, you noticed three men crowding around you, one of which held a tightening grip around your forearm. “I thought I told you I didn’t wanna see you around here until you gave me my money.” Once you registered their faces and recognized who they were, you finally responded. “And I’m so terribly sorry it hasn’t gotten to you yet, that’s a real shame on my part.” You replied sarcastically. The man’s smirk dropped as he started to twist your forearm. You stifle a scream as he twists it behind your back. “Oh yeah? And what’s stopping me from breaking your arm and taking what you have now?” You tried to think of a way out of this when you noticed a shard of glass on the floor from when one of the men slammed the pawn shop attendant’s head into the counter. You grabbed the shard of glass and stabbed it into the man’s foot. He screamed and let go of your arm. You picked yourself off quickly from the floor and punched the other two men and ran out the door for your escape. 

Kang was still standing outside the shop when you grabbed his wrist and started running as the two men you punched started to run after you. He breaks away from your grip and starts running with you. “Mind explaining what’s going on?!” Kang shouted at you. “Maybe after we lose them!” You shouted back, maneuvering between the carts and people in the streets. You grab a ball from two children playing in the street and chuck it at one of the men’s heads, knocking him to the ground. You turn a sharp corner and bump into a wandering person, giving Kang time to catch up with you. You grab his wrist again, realizing he isn’t as fast as you are. You look around the street, desperate for an escape. You notice an alleyway just up ahead and run into it, Kang just behind you. You push the both of you back into the darkest corner of the alley as you see one of the men run past. You wait a couple of seconds to see if he will come back before let your guard down. Once a bit of time has gone by, you slunk yourself into the corner. 

“What the fuck was that?” Kang asked angrily. “You know, a little bit of a warning would’ve been nice before you dragged me through the streets while being chas-.” He stops himself when he turns around to see your head cuddled into your knees. He hears slight sobs coming from you mouth. You lift your head from your knees as you clutch the money you just 1) risked his and your life for and 2) just traded away one of your most valuable possessions away for. You couldn’t help but feel at least a little ashamed for breaking down in front of him like this, but you couldn’t help it. He sighed and walked towards you. He kneeled down in front of you and took your face in both his hands. He cupped your cheeks and used his big thumbs to wipe away your tears as they were coming down. “I’m sorry.” was all he could muster up to say. You just nodded in response. “I’m sorry for yelling.” You nodded again, keeping your teary, bloodshot eyes away from his. “And I’m sorry for leaving you that night.” You finally looked at him as he said that. You could see a sadness enter his eyes as you looked at him. Sadness mixed with sincerity. 

You looked back down at the money and clenched it with your hands as you put it away in your jacket pocket. You took some deep breaths, but couldn’t seem to calm yourself down. You just couldn’t believe what you just did. You were angry at yourself for giving something so valuable to you away so easily. And for what? Money that was going to last you two weeks at best. Memories started to flood back into your head. You just missed them all so much. You tried not to think about them too much, but as a result, you began to forget how much they meant to you. You could just sit there for hours, crying and reminiscing. Something ripped you away from those thoughts though. You suddenly felt this huge weight rest upon you. Then it clicked. He was hugging you.

You felt Kang’s big bear arms wrap around your smaller frame. You sniffled as you felt his hot breath graze against your neck. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter and brighter as he tightened his arms around you. You noticed you were beginning to calm down. You pulled away to catch your breath. Then he kissed your temple. Then your forehead. Then the bridge just above your nose. Then your cheek. He stayed on your cheek for a while before pulling away. He was doing it again. His deep brown eyes were swimming oceans into yours. You could sit there for hours just staring at him. Taking in all his features. Noticing the way your cheeks fit into his hands so easily. What happened next was a change in pace though. You kissed him. 

Saying you were kissing him was doing a disservice to both of you though. It was more as if you two were melting into each other. Becoming one. Joining into each other’s body’s. Your hands gripped onto his hips, desperate for more of him. A slight moan escaped him and entered your mouth. You could already feel yourself getting wet. You knew where this was leading. His hands traveled from your jawline to the hemming of your shirt. His warm, coarse hands traveled up your cold, smooth stomach to just underneath your underboob. You took this time to take off your jacket and place it on the floor next to you. Next, you remove your hands from his hips to help him unbutton his pants. You slid them off his legs. He gets the memo and moves his hands from your breasts to your shorts and slides them off. He hooks your underwear with his pointer finger and drags them off. You do the same to his. He helps slide you down from your sitting position to lay down. 

It hasn’t been until this point when your hand dips into a dirty puddle that your remember where you are. You make sure to remind him as well when he goes to take off your shirt. Yeah his cock may be hanging out and your bare ass is out as well, but you’ll take the privacy of a shirt right now if its what you can get. He respects your wishes and puts his lips to your collarbone as he rests just above your hips. After a couple seconds of sucking on your collar, he pulls away, leaving a purplish mark there. You nod in approval just before he slides his throbbing cock into your already tight walls. You let out a wail as he enters into you. He places a hand on your mouth and whispers into your ear. “Not here either.” Yes, you could be slightly louder here than at the house with Janet, but you still had to remember you were in public. You nodded as he continued to slide inside you. You dug your nails into his bare thigh, which only caused him moan more.

Once he was fully inside you, he started thrusting into your hips, fucking you into the hard, rocky, cold concrete below. It definitely wasn’t your ideal setting, but you were gonna take what your could get. His hands moved back underneath your breasts and eventually unhooked your bra. He squeezed one boob with one hand and moved the other underneath your back for more support. Then, he moved his lips back to yours, letting your both release your stifled sounds into each other. It only helped you feel more like you were a part of him. Letting your moans into his mouth as his grunts entered yours. As his thrusts began to speed up, you moved your other hand to his tricep to squeeze for leverage. The deeper into you he went, the more you could feel the heat sink lower into your body. God, you had just started and you were already about to finish. You could sense he was about to also though, with the way his thrusts got messier and his kisses more desperate. 

Everything became so overwhelming to you. You knew he wasn’t going to want to cum before you did, but on the other hand, you didn’t necessarily want to be the first one either. So you stifled the urge by biting down onto his lips. Your lips eventually moved down to his jawline and explored down his neck, until you found the perfect place to begin sucking. His moans into your ear only brought your closer to your brink. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. “G-god Kang I-I’m s-s-sorry, I-I have t-t-to do it-t.” You said, eyes welling up. “Sh-hhhh it-s-s ok. Do it if-f y-you need t-to.” He said quietly into your ear. Suddenly, you let go of everything. You felt the white heat escape your body all at once as it wrapped around Kang’s cock and leaked out of you. You felt yourself relax as Kang began to tense up even more. You moved your hand from his thigh to his cheek and began to rub it with your thumb. “It’s ok, you can do it.” You said tiredly. He closes his eyes, nods, and releases his cum into you. His orgasm takes over his body as he moves his hands to your hips and digs his fingers into them. You both moan as his cum enters your body. 

You both breath heavily once he’s finished and he begins to exit you. He reaches for his underwear and pants before stopping himself. He looks over at you, then grabs your shorts and underwear and helps you put them on before putting on his own. You smile slightly at the kind gesture and help him put on his after you’ve finished with yours. You check your jacket pocket to make sure the money is still inside. Once your hands find it, you take a deep sigh, still disappointed in yourself for making the trade in the first place. Kang notices this and intertwines his fingers into your hand. You look up at him and he smiles at you as he leads you out into the street. You suddenly find yourself doing the last thing you would expect from yourself.

Forgiving him. 

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A/N: so…hi….its been a minute! again, so sorry for the delay, but if im being honest, i kinda work better when im posting sporadically so yeah dont expect a set schedule for me posting. but yeah i didnt really proofread this chapter cause i wanted to get it out asap so dont judge. but yeah we’ll see where it goes from here lol byeeee.