#puny Banner

[figurecollection]

[stuckyfan1917]

Ok so I feel bad for this because I absolutely love Tom and the character Loki, this scene always has me cracking up laughing! Especially that wheeze at the end! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[braveclementine]

Loki's Departure

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

You, Steve, Hulk, Tony, Thor, and Elizabeth all made your way up the ruined streets of New York. It definitely was not a pretty sight and it was going to take a very long time to clean and repair everything. You wondered if Tony would have little robots fly around the city and repair things. That might actually be kind've funny to see.

Tony kept an arm around your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you. You didn't object at all, even if the metal was a little heavier than his normal arm. But thanks to his genius, it wasn't to much heavier.

Elizabeth seemed downcast, her head hanging as she padded along beside you. You felt bad for her. She had waited longer than anyone ever had to meet their soulmate. Everyone always met their soulmate within less than seven days of their birthday. A whole year was unheard of. And it had been longer than that.

And then when she finally got to meet him, he was a raving lunatic. And she had to both defend her family and friends while also trying to stay loyal to her soulmate. It could not be easy and you admired her strength.

You headed up to the floor where Loki had been laying. Judging by how deep the holes in the concrete were, you had a sneaking suspicion that Bruce might just have thrown Loki around.

Loki looked just as bad as the rest of you, with several bloody scratches across his face. Elizabeth padded faster than the rest of you, coming over to lay by his body as he started to get up.

Loki slowly pushed himself up and turned to sit against the stairs to look at the rest of you. You stood between Tony and Steve, still holding one of the Chitauri weapons. You couldn't wait to go home. . . oh wait you were home. Hmm.

"If it's all the same to you," He groaned, putting his hands on the stairs and looked at Tony. "I'll have that drink now."

Instead, you went down to the Shawarma unit and ate. It was very quite, very awkward, but the food was delicious. Loki was made to sit outside of the shop, Elizabeth staying with him. Her tail continuously flicked in displeasure, though you weren't sure if it was the smell of the food, the fact that she had to watch over Loki, or that Loki wasn't being fed. Probably all of it.

Thor was the one to take Loki away and keep him safe. Elizabeth went with them.

The other heroes were given rooms in the parts of the tower that weren't destroyed. You were going to watch Thor take him back to Asgard tomorrow.

"You okay?" Tony asked when the two of you were finally sitting in your room by yourselves. It was finally just the two of you.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You answered, looking at yourself in the mirror as you stripped out of your agent wear. Tony put the first aid kit on top of the dresser. "Are you okay? You almost. . ."

You couldn't bear to say the word 'died'. It was still to real. It had only been less than two hours ago. He had almost died.

Suddenly, anger flared inside of you and you spun, slamming your fists into his chest. "How could you? Why did you have to play the hero Tony? You almost left me! Us!"

Tony caught your hands, lifting them sweetly to press kisses to them. "I'm sorry love. But I thought if I could get the nuke through the portal, I could aim it at the ship, kill the commander. I. . . I knew if the nuke blew up in New York, all three of us were dead. At least this way. . . you and Everleigh would have made it."

You couldn't be mad at him for that. You knew if the positions were reversed, you would have done the same. Made sure at least your husband and daughter could have survived, even if it meant you couldn't. Because the two of them living was better than knowing all three of you were gone.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes. Tony led you over to the bed so he could administer small butterfly bandages to several of your cuts.

"Do you think Elizabeth is okay?" You asked suddenly, glancing up at him.

Tony hesitated. "It's hard. I mean. . . you know that she's a wonderful person. I feel bad for her, to be soulmate to such evil."

"I- I am worried." you admitted softly. "I've started wondering if maybe I didn't know her at all. If maybe she always was evil and I just never saw it. Because the only other alternative is that somehow, Loki is good."

"Well," Tony said softly, putting the first aid box away. "Maybe it's neither. Maybe Elizabeth is exactly what Loki needs to become good. Gods live a lot longer than us. Maybe. . . this is just a phase?"

You smiled a little, thinking about Gods going through rebellious phases before 'growing up' and then your smile fell, thinking about what the rebellious phase had cost the Earth.

Tony kissed the side of your head, "Get some sleep sweetheart."

"Wait." You said, reaching over into one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a couple of photos. "I know you would have wanted to be there the first time, but I wanted to surprise you, so I brought these back."

You handed him the black and white photos of the tiny human inside of you. "Isn't she adorable?"

"Aw her head is so big." Tony smiled. "She's going to be a genius just like her daddy."

You smiled, laying down beside Tony. He continued to stay sitting up, one hand on your stomach, the other hand holding the pictures. You closed your eyes, the image of him staying there behind your eyelids, and you fell asleep.

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You and Tony showed up to the bridge where Thor was going to call the Asgardian gatekeeper- whose name was Heimdall- to bring him and Loki back to Asgard. Tony was wearing a gray suit while also wearing tennis shoes, something that drove you crazy. Why dress smartly and then wear something casual? It was like wearing a prom dress with converse shoes! Mental!

You were wearing a dress, a F/C that complimented Tony's suit. You were wearing two inch heels that matched the colour of your dress.

Tony carried the briefcase that contained the Tesseract.

Thor, Loki, and Elizabeth were the ones closest to you, though you couldn't figure out how they had gotten to the bridge you were standing on. Thor had Loki's arm in his grasp, his hammer in the other hand. Loki's hands were chained in front of him, while a strange gag was over his mouth. Elizabeth walked next to Loki on the other side, her tail drooping and her ears flat with displeasure. You wondered if it was because of the way Thor was treating Loki.

Steve was next, walking somewhat side by side with Banner. Steve and Banner were both dressed nicely. Steve was wearing a brown leather jacket, tan dress pants, and a blue dress shirt that made him look like he was. . . well he was probably dressing from the 40s. Banner was wearing a yellow dress shirt tucked into the same tan pants that Steve was wearing.

Nat and Clint were dressed more casual, the two of them holding hands and looking very happy together.

Elizabeth broke away from Loki and Thor's side to approach you. You knelt down, petting along her head.

"Are you sure?" You asked softly, not really wanting to lose your best friend, even if she was a cheetah at the moment.

She dipped her head once, licked your fingers casually, and then padded back over to Loki's side. You watched as Loki subtly dropped his hands so that his fingers were just touching the top of her head. The movement was so careful and slight, that you weren't even sure anyone else noticed as he petted the inside of her ear.

Maybe Tony was right. Maybe Elizabeth was exactly what Loki needed.

You watched Thor and Bruce have a sweet good-bye as they kissed enthusiastically. Thor tried to persuade Bruce to come back to Asgard with him, but Bruce told him he was needed here. You decided not to listen in anymore.

You watched Erik Selvig come with a huge containment chamber, which Tony put the Tesseract in. Thor took the cylinder container, holding one of the handles. He held the other handle out to Loki who stared at him for a moment, and then took the other handle. Now, his grip on Elizabeth became more pronounced as he had to hold onto her as well.

Thor turned the handle and the three of them became blazing blue light, before the headed up for the sky.

Huh. Maybe they didn't call on Heimdall after all.

Everyone sort've dispersed after that, Tony and Steve shaking hands before Steve held his hand out for you. You went to shake it, but he was still the gentleman and kissed the back of your hand, though it was less of a kiss and more of a brush.

Tony just rolled his eyes.

Bruce got into the car with Tony and you and you drove off into the morning sun. It was fun, watching Steve catch up on his motorcycle, and then pass you all by to go his own way.

And when you and Tony got back to Stark tower, you, Pepper, and Tony would redesign a new tower.

Avengers Tower. 

[daydreamerdrew]

Dazzler (1981) #6

[alicesivory]

Old Habits Die Hard [1/?]

Main Masterlist // Next Chapter

Pairing: Nightwatch! Aemond Targaryen x wildling female! Reader

Genre:  Historically accurate Aemond

WC: 2559 (not much since it’s the first chapter)

Summary: Before Jon Snow there was Aemond Targaryen who survived The Battle of God's Eye. Aemond thought that he would return to Kings Landing showered with praise. Yet he finds himself being taken to the north being held hostage and was sent to the wall. Before Jon and Ygritte, there was Aemond and her. 

As the sky turned grey and the air was cold, the one eyed prince sat on the corner of the carriage he was in. Wrists chained, he peeked through a hole from the carriage and saw the banners of the great house from the north. 

The Starks. 

He cursed himself for not making allegiance with them rather than flying to Storm’s End. 

Lucerys. 

Vhagar.

It happened so quickly.

Yet it felt like it was ages ago.

Yet it was only 2 and a half years ago. 

He does not know how his mother is, his brother, Helaena, and Alys. 

Do they know that he’s alive?

Presumably not. 

He was supposed to die, his body sinking down in the waters like how Lucerys died. Yet his uncle missed, rather than stabbing his healthy eye, Daemon stabbed his arm. The wound was harsh and painful even if the northern men who found him had briefly treated his wound. 

It still hurts like a bitch. 

Fisting his hand, he roughly kicked the carriage. Let me out of here. “Quiet!” A northern man shouted from outside, hitting the carriage back. Aemond grunts and slumps onto the floor with defeat. He is far from Kings Landing and Harrenhal. He was far from home. What felt like hours the carriage eventually stopped and the air was not only cold, yet it was freezing. His body started to shiver and his teeth chattering. Hugging himself in the corner of the carriage, his body could not take the cold in truth. 

He wonders what has happened over Vhagar’s body. Have they taken her away from the waters? Will they honour her like what they did to Balerion? Or will they behead her head like Meleys? 

The carriage doors eventually opened. 

“Oi, Targaryen,” a northern man mocked, tossing a thick fur to him. “Out, now.” Aemond grits his teeth as he clutches the fur even with his hands chained. With a tremble, he stood up using the fur to warm him up. “Move it,” the northern man says once again, dragging him out of the carriage roughly on purpose, making him fall out of the carriage. 

Humiliation was the first thing that popped into his mind. 

The northerns laughed at him as they surrounded his meek self on the ground. Reminding him of the pink dread, driftmark, and the brothel. Even at the edge of Westeros he is mocked and made fun of. Aemond could not do anything but to pick himself up. He felt a shove from behind, “Walk faster, puny prince.” He picks up his steps as he curses the northerners under his breath. 

They led him further away from the road, he looked back seeing the world he once knew now far behind him. The only thing he could see now was the giant fortress and castles of the north. 

Winterfell. 

When the gates opened and he was brought inside, he felt eyes on him. He does not know whether it was because he was a Targaryen held hostage or were they looking at his eye. For he has lost his eyepatch way back in God’s Eye. What use of it now that he is a prince held hostage. Keeping his head straight, he walked into the castles of Winterfell. The fur around him is still tight in his grasp, for he did not want to freeze to death in front of these northerners. Not when he is a hostage. He shall die in front of them when he shall prove them wrong. 

“Prince Aemond Targaryen,” a voice boomed when he walked into the great hall of Winterfell. He looked up, finding Cregan Stark sitting in the middle with his council surrounding him. That proud bastard. “Lord Cregan Stark,” Aemond says, keeping his voice steady and filled with pride. He is still a dragon in chains. “It seemed you survived such a duel. Every part of Westeros has heard of your duel with your uncle, and every part of Westeros has heard of your survival.” Standing up from his seat, he continued, “And now every part of Westeros knows that you are chained by the north.”

Every man snickered in the great hall. 

Aemond could only smirk and hummed, his pride was still present. 

“It seemed, Lord Stark.” 

Cregan chuckled in amusement. 

“The north does not bow down to your brother. We serve your half-sister, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. So it means you have no power over us, Prince Aemond.” Aemond’s healthy eye bore into Cregan’s as he speaks of Rhaenyra. “She is nothing but a pretender. You all are traitors in the eyes of the throne,” Aemond coldly said. “When my brother hears of this, I shall make him burn the north to the ground.” Hearing how prideful the one eyed prince was, Lord Cregan steps closer to him. Scanning Aemond from head to toe. His hair was a mess, his old clothes ripped and his wound on his arm was still present. 

“Yet do you know who is in power right now?” Lord Cregan Stark asked. 

Aemond stared at Lord Stark curiously.

“Your brother was poisoned. He died a few days ago.”

Aemond’s heart sank. 

“Your brother is no longer king for he is dead. You do not have power over us, Prince Aemond.”

Cregan steps away from him. “You call us traitors of the realm, yet the one you serve is not sitting on the iron throne. And my prince, the north keeps their promise and does not falter. We stood true to our word and bent our knee to Queen Rhaenyra. Not your brother. You were captured by the wrong people in your own civil war, my prince. For we are not traitors, it is only you who is a traitor in this room.”

The room went silent as everyone had their eye on Aemond. 

“Bend the knee to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen or you shall be sent to the wall.” 

The wall. 

That useless wall that everyone fears of. Aemond thought lowly of the northern’s consequences. Screw the blacks, screw the northerns, for he will not bend his knee to these cowards just because he is their prisoner. He shall not be seen as weak just because he does not have a dragon.

“Never.”

He used to reside in a lavish castle and was dreaded by all. He was served anything he wanted on a silver platter by servants. He is now sitting on the brink of the dungeon he was put in, dissatisfied with himself. He would often take a bath every day, but instead he is sitting on the cold Winterfell dungeon flooring. Only a thick fur to keep him warm. 

A piece of meat and bread shoved inside into his cell, not as tasty as his feast in Kings Landing but it’s better than nothing. But his mind refused to finish his plate for he does not want the northerners to even think that he needed them. Aemond Targaryen needed no one. “Oi, pretty boy,” they opened his cell after days of torturing him with this place.

“Lord Stark wants to see you.”

Standing before Cregan Stark once again, he repeated himself.

“Bend the Knee to Queen Rhaenyra or you shall be sent to the wall—,”

“—never.”

Cregan saw how Aemond underestimated the north. The wall, especially. For he saw how much pride the prince had within him.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with, boy.”

Aemond’s chin high up, he stood tall in his place. 

“I deal with what I must face.” 

Cregan sighed, “Then may the gods be with you.”

The mystery of the land beyond the north was yet to be solved by anyone nor the great dragons of the Targaryens. But they were not aware how they were being watched as time went by. The crows were not safe from danger as they ventured beyond the wall.

“Shh!” One of them said,

“You will get us caught.” 

The freefolk. Wildlings. 

Unlucky to be secluded from the realm, the wildlings have lived for generations outside of the wall. They are fiercely independent and reject the authority of the Seven Kingdoms and the Night's Watch. They have resilience, adaptability to harsh environments, and a deep connection to the land.It was not easy but they survived and have yet lived for years yet to come. Attempts were made to get past the wall but to no avail, they were outnumbered. 

“You stepped on my foot!” 

“Could you please shut up?!”

Shoving her companions apart from each other, the spearwife walked past them to get a closer look to the wall. “Those crows could have heard you!” Smacking their heads. “Ow, that hurts!” The taller one exclaimed. “Quit whinin’, Yuri,” she says again, peeking through the tall trees. 

“How are we gon’ pass the wall with only the three of us versus a bunch of crows?”

“We’re not here to pass the wall, we’re just here to spy on them. So we can know how many men they have,” she whispered to them. “How many of them have you spotted?” Her companions thought for a moment, “Too much to count. This wall goes far more than 50 leagues, not to mention its fucking tall.” 

“Won’t ya look at that,” Yuri said pointing at the wall. “It seems they have a new member. A strikingly different crow.” She looked up at where Yuri was pointing and saw a tall silver haired man lowered down to his station. With his black attire, his silver hair shone beneath the cloudy skies of the north.

“Why is his hair like that?” She asked curiously.

“D’you think his mother fucked a snowman?” The comment made the three of them snicker. “Or do you think he’s just a really old man?”

“He doesn’t look old…he even looks younger than you, Gruf,” she chuckles. “Watch it kid,” Gruff says, jabbing her arm lightly. The wildlings kept their eyes on the night’s watch as they took their new member to their headquarters, castle black. “When shall we strike?” Yuri asked. 

“There’s too many. I don’t want our people to die by their hands,” she says in concern. “We must do it carefully. We have to atleast claim castle black before actually trying to pass through the wall. And it seems to be…impossible.”

“Why can’t we just shoot arrows at them? Gruff’s good at those,”

“And blow our cover? Honestly, do you really want to get us killed, Yuri? Not to mention, these mens are savages. They took an oath not to use their cocks!” Her words made them all chuckle. “Yet they call us savages.” A little smirk tugged her lips as she kept an eye on the new silver haired crow. If the young spearwife claimed she wasn't drawn to the attractive man from the watch, she would be lying. He doesn't have a northern man's appearance. Tall but not as skinny as people from the north, and of course, he had stunning silver hair. Not blonde, she noted. Pure silver. And when he turned around for her to see his face. 

“He only has an eye. A purple one, even,” she said her thoughts out loud. “Blimey…and he placed a blue stone on his other eye socket,” Gruff pointed out as the three of them curiously spied on him. “Remember that story of our grandfather seeing dragons with silver haired people?” She asked. “You think he’s one of those people?”

“I don’t see any dragons with him,” Yuri answered.

“But he does have those similar features. What do you think happened? Why is he on the night’s watch?” Letting her curiosity get the best out of her, she sprinted off to take a closer look of the silver haired man.

“Oi, kid!” Her companions whisper-shouted at her.

A stubborn little thing she is, she didn’t listen. Instead she hid behind the tall trees, peeking her head through as the crows pushed their new member into the base. “There’s a sept here if you want to pray, pretty boy,” she heard a northern man say with a hint of mockery in his tone. “To pray for your mummy and your well being. You wouldn’t last a night.” 

His jaw tightened and he fisted his fingers, displaying a soured facial expression that she could perceive. She was waiting for him to punch the man from the north, but he just turned to walk away.  Huh, why didn’t he do something about it? He looked pretty mad. 

Sighing with disappointment, she took a step back.

Crack.

Shit.

His head turned towards her direction and without a doubt she hid herself behind the trees. His attention was driven away from the northern and his healthy eye scanning across the tall trees around him. “What lies beyond the wall?” She heard him ask to one of the crows. His accent proved that he was not from the north, for his voice was smooth and formal like a nobleman, flows with a rich stern tone that effortlessly commands attention. He sounded elegant, not rough like any men she has encountered. 

Taking a peek once more behind the trees she hid in, she noticed how he looks far much prettier than any man.

“Beyond the wall, you say? Anything you couldn’t have imagined. Danger lies beyond and if you venture too far, you might lost your way. Before the creatures of the night could even feast you, the land itself will swallow you whole,” the crows answered. The one eyed crow could only nod and looked back up to the land beyond. It seemed he could not spot her after all. But she wished he could. 

Staring at his uncertain expression, he gave up and turned his back from the trees and went inside the night watch’s headquarters. Giving her a chance to escape and run as far as she could from them. It seemed that he is not friendly to the crows, and what kind of men who vowed to be on the night’s watch asked what lies beyond the wall? Was he one of those men who were forced to take an oath? He didn’t seem to enjoy himself being a part of the watch. 

Was he the key to her people’s victory?

“Where the fuck have you been, kid?!” Gruff said as he jogged towards them. “I have a plan,” she said as she caught her breath from her little run. “What plan?” Yuri asked. “I think we might have a chance after all,” she answered with a smile. “We have to wait until dawn. When it gets dark, wait for me beneath the trees not far from castle black, alright?”

“Woah, slow down kid. What about-,”

“—I know! I know! But you both have to trust me on this one. There would be no conflict but I swear it to you, we can win this.”

“And you promise that you’ll come back in one piece?”

“I swear it.”

a/n: It’s still the first chapter lol and this dynamic was heavily inspired by jon and ygritte (on the show) and I’ll just let this series flow through slowly since I wanted to build the dynamic between them😔🎀 And yes I am not comfortable using [y/n] and no specific descriptions of our lovely spearwife⭐️.

Divider cr; @aqualogia

[curseofaphrodite]

mutiny.

pirate!sylus x spy!reader

summary: dealing with secrets was your thing but with him, you weren't sure how long the lies would hold up.

Rumors of a royal spy being infiltrated in the pirate ship had always been floating around, but now someone might have actual evidence? In many ways, this day was long overdue, at least for you.

Spy or not, the work you put into the ship was real enough. Starting off the lowest rank with no intention of doing anything other than collecting information for puny royal coins, you quickly came to realize that pirate life had its own certain appeal. The sailors were mad, but they had each other's backs when it mattered. The food and music were an unexpected bonus.

The only downside you could think of was the ship's Second-In-Command.

You had called out on Sylus's shitfuckery from day one and he had grown a secret grudge against you from then. Alright, it might not have been that big of a secret because everyone knew about it. You thanked your lucky stars that he was not the Captain, because he'd have made you walk the plank way before this.

What if he's the one who has the evidence against me? you thought bleakly. No Y/N, they don't know who the spy is yet. They just have the evidence one exists. If I could just find the proof and destroy it before they link it to me...

"Lost in your thoughts, sweetheart?" Lelya, the ship's self-proclaimed sorceress, asked quietly. "Would you like an apple?"

"No, I'm full," you responded, trying to stay cool. Whatever happens will happen and you'll have to meet it when it does. There were many sailor sayings about it but none sounded comforting.

"We're working it off in our next heist then," Sylus barged into the scene with a triumphant smile. He was wearing his usual black long coat, which was a striking contrast to his plain white hair. There were stories that his hair used be colourful, that a mermaid stole its life when he broke her heart — and knowing Sylus, it was probably true.

"Ay, we just had our heist. Let us rest a while." One of the older pirates said, not even opening his eyes.

"Oh, I wish I could say something about that. This heist is involuntary."

"Involuntary?" you groaned. "Please tell me this isn't your way of letting us know that —THE SHIP IS UNDER ATTACK!"

You yelled the last part because the ship was, indeed, under attack. A giant vessel with royal blue banners was sending their canons loose, and the pirates in your ship had started to run amok. You knew most of them were just going to alert the captain, but the scene unnerved you just the same.

"We're going to need weapons," Sylus said, smirking a bit.

You shot him a sharp glance. "No, we only need weapons if they get in. All we need to do is get ourselves far away."

"This is the work of the spy." The Captain walked in, a faraway look in is face. "Sylus, you said you've found who it is?"

Shit.

"I said I'm close," Sylus replied, and if you weren't busy gasping as several things fell into place, you would have understood that he took one more step to you.

The spy is close.

Sylus is the one with the proof?! In a way, this cut down your work in half. You just need to sneak into his room and find it. But if he knew, it's not like he wouldn't have handed over the proof already.

Don't be stupid, Captain would have drowned me if he knew. You thought in exhaustion.

"Work faster," he snapped at Sylus. The latter didn't look offended, which meant he was smug. Which meant he really was just scaring you.

I don't know how the royal ships found us but it wasn't because of me. I'd never sell these people out. You wanted to say, to plead — but your ego kept your mouth closed. He walked away, whistling some tune.

You turned to the direction of the royal ship and sighed. You could think of your doom later. Right now, you need to fight.

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The next hour went in a quick blur. There were commands being thrown around and there were casualties, but luckily, no deaths. It seemed as if destroying the ship was what the royals wanted, but so far, they held up well on their own. Past the smoke and the screams, it got to a point where the other side was silent.

With your heart beating against your chest, you slowly got up from the ground, where everyone else was kneeling to protect themselves. You could see the royal ship close enough, but there was nary a sound.

"Everyone alive?" Sylus asked from behind, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. You were almost sure you hadn't seen him through most of the fight, but that isn't to say he had hidden. There was a slit down his face, and he appeared beaten up.

"Wha—"

"One of the fuckers got in. I was dealing with him."

"Is he—?"

"A drowning corpse right this second? Yes." Sylus winced when you involuntarily put a hand over his shoulder. You were only trying to get a clearer view of his wounds, but you jumped just the same.

"Sylus, you can't—"

"DUCK!" Someone yelled, and you looked up to see darkness fill the sky. Or at least, a cannon heading straight towards where you and Sylus stood.

Adrenaline shot into your head and you pushed yourself against him, pulling both of you out of harm's way. While the cannon hit the place you stood moments ago, you realized you weren't completely out of danger's reach.

There was a ringing in your head and you were completely knocked out.

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The cot you were resting on was deeply uncomfortable. You opened our eyes and tried to get up, but the pain pulled you right back into the sheets.

"Take it easy," Sylus's voice almost scared you as much as it bought you comfort. With a dizzy head, you sat up straight and saw him perched on the end of your bed, as if he might run away any second.

"How are you unharmed?"

"They never intend to harm me, Y/N." He looked at you earnestly. "You're smart enough to answer me this: why would this ship have a royal spy?"

Blood drained from your face. You glanced at his hair for a second — the silver that you knew wasn't because of depressed mermaids.

"Why?" he asked. "Why not other pirate ships? Why ours?"

"It's— well, it's almost as if what they're looking for is only on this ship." You answered, sighing. He frowned, so you quickly added, "Is anyone else hurt?"

"Oh no, that was the last cannon." Sylus smiled at you, something so rare that you were taken aback. "You saved my life."

The statement was simple. He didn't sound grateful, just a little surprised. You tilted your head as if to say, I'd do it again.

"Listen," you took a breath, not knowing how to convince him you weren't the bad person he probably thought you were. "I didn't know the attack was going to happen. I had no part in that."

He frowned again. "I know that."

"No seriously, all I do is give them your co-ordinates. They just want to protect you."

"Y/N?" He stood up, looking taller than usual. Or maybe you were just shrinking by his glare. "Tell me you're fucking joking right now."

"What?" your sound was so quiet you weren't sure if it actually came out.

"You're the spy? YOU?" He looked so... hurt. You stood up, not knowing what to say.

"You knew this already! Stop acting like you didn't!"

"I found a weapon with royal insignia from David's locker. I thought HE was the spy, not the girl who spends every waking moment arguing with me — not you!" He ran his fingers through his hair, turning away. His next words were almost timid. "How can it be you?'

It occurred to you that him asking about the spy was not because he suspected you but rather, he just wanted your information. That he actually cared about what you had to say. That thought only made you more depressed.

"Sylus I—"

But like a child after embarrassing himself, he walked away, leaving you alone. You didn't what he did after that. You didn't know if he told the Captain right away, or whether he waited till after dinner. You didn't know what he thought of you, but when two pirates came to you in the middle of the night with shackles, you were hardly surprised.

When they threw you in the cell of the ship, you didn't object much. You were too tired. You could sense Sylus standing outside the bars, blending in with the shadows. You could sense his broken trust, and you could feel him leaving.

Once the shock dissipated, you looked around the cell and saw it wasn't empty. There were piles of stolen goods and treasures, but the one that caught your eye was the royal crown. It was small — fit for a prince rather than a king. You knew that out of all of them, this was the only thing that actually belonged to Sylus.

Sylus hated you because you knew his biggest secret. And while you held his crown, the one he ditched and ran away from years ago, you wondered if you were just a reminder of the past that he was running away from.

The thought made you guilty, but for now, you needed an escape plan.

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kofi | commissions

[mint-yooxgi]

Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do. 

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home. 

Where you’ve always belonged. 

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface. 

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too. 

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need. 

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to. 

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity. 

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now. 

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep? 

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever. 

I promise.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there, is it okay to request Yandere Loki, Thor and Buddha with Gender Neutral or Female Bruce Banner Reader, also known as the Hulk? Reader snaps and beats up Loki, calling him a ‘Puny God’ and throws hands with Thor (I can see Buddha safe from Reader’s Rampage since he’s actually been nice to Reader and just has to sing a lullaby to turn Reader back to normal)

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I just think Loki getting his ass kicked quite funny (Buddha definitely would think so) while Thor’s just confused and aroused 💀

NO, I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS BUT I COULD NOT BUT HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS. THIS IS A SLIGHTLY MORE SUGGESTIVE POST (NOTHING TOO BAD).

Okay so you're brought in to represent humanity and Brunhilde knows that you're about to hulk out and she just keeps it a secret. SO LET'S SAY YOU FACE OFF AGAINST LOKI BECAUSE HE'S A LITTLE INSTIGATOR AND HE TAUNTS YOU AND YOU JUST HULK OUT AND EVERYONE IS GOING: WHAT THE HELL- and Brunhilde is internally laughing because she has never seen anyone wipe the smile of Loki's face as fast as you did. Nor has she seen anyone literally wipe the floor with him as fast as you did.

This unknowingly brings three gods to become enamored with you:

The first one is surprisingly Loki himself, this man is a masochist as much as he is a sadist and while he absolutely was not expecting that, he just stares at you with deranged eyes filled with adoration because no mortal has EVER managed to do that to him before and he loved it. He will taunt you as both the monster and the scientist, trying to provoke you but you know he's got some sick desire to see you use your strength against him so you try not to let him get to you. Please, you brought out the bottom in him because now he's practically willing to do anything just so you could call him a "Puny God" again and grab him with your strong arms like he's absolutely no match for you <3. He's gonna be a harmless yandere with a Hulk! Darling because, yeah he's really creepy but he likes the way you hate him, the way only he is able to anger you, and loves the fact that below your shy and timid persona there's a monster just waiting to destroy everything underneath. The thought is so exciting to him!!

I honestly think that Thor was like: "Oh, wow, Loki's gonna beat them up" but then you turn into a monster and he's like: "WOAH, LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO-" In fact, I might even go as far as to say that you don't even charge at Thor at first, Thor gets in the middle between you and Loki because he knows his cousin doesn't deserve to fight with something as powerful and dangerous as you, he does! So yeah he and Loki definitely fight about his interference but you unleash your rage on him and he loves it. Yes, he likes using his hammer but he enjoys how your strength is enough to power even a God. He falls in love with every punch and hit and yeah, no, he'd def be aroused. When the fight is over and you go back to your human form, he does appreciate how gentle and soft you are. Both brains and brawn put in one human, he absolutely can't get enough of you. He's not as creepy as Loki but he's still rather creepy, he watches as Loki antagonizes you again specifically so he can watch you Hulk out and have another exciting fight with you again. But also, like he'll chase Loki off when you're human just to follow you like a lost puppy. If you're in your lab and working on something and need something but you can't reach it, he scares you because his hand grabs it and he hands it to you and you're there like: "How did you get inside here- How did I not notice you." and he shrugs but asks if you either want to sleep with him or fight him and you're just baffled.

NO BUDDHA HAS AN ADVANTAGE BECAUSE THE OTHER TWO JUST MAKE HIM SEEM NORMAL AND TOTALLY HIDE HIS OWN YANDERE TENDENCIES FOR YOU. But yeah no, he also met you as a human first so he has an appreciation for you and your Hulk side. ALSO NOT GONNA LIE, THE LULLABY IDEA IS SO SWEET. Like, of course he let's you rock Loki's shit first but then you turn you attention to the audience and that's when he interferes, appearing in front of you and being all: "Hey, pretty girl. Remember me?" and you kinda stop and he takes your hand and puts in his own and you focus on it before you slowly return back to your human form. When you panic, he holds you and tells you that he stopped you before you could hurt anyone and comforts you. Buddha will teach you how to calm yourself in your anger but he also definitely uses it to spend more private time with you and keep those pesky Norse gods away from you. He will suggest doing calming stretches but of course, he'll stand right behind you with his hands on you to guide your movements. He also likes the idea of being the only one who can calm you down, if someone else is able to do it, he'll make sure that he ruins their relationship with you. He loves you and your hulk self and he also has you wrapped around his finger because as a human, you're so easily flustered and charmed by him and he knows that you check him out and as the Hulk, you are careful to never harm him in your rampages.

[valkyyriia]

Four Letters

Words: 174 CW: None Pairing: Ambiguous

Note: I wrote this as a sort of character study with no particular pairing in mind. That said, if I were to apply a pairing to it, I would say it probably suits Jude or William more than the others. I'd be interested to know who you think it applies to!

Not posted on any other sites.

Love.

Four letters. L. O. V. E. 

Insignificant. Puny. Meaningless. Truly so paltry that to speak them into existence takes  a fraction of a second.

And yet..

Those four letters somehow manage to describe these feelings that have wormed their way into my very being, that all other configurations of the English language allow to slip through its grasp. No other alignment of characters is able to name this feeling.

I feel them in my very soul; like shackles chaining me to this mortal existence that my cursed destiny is to shed.

Love has raised empires and toppled them indiscriminately. Love is a fickle mistress; it comes to those who seek it least and escapes those that spend their lives searching for it.

Love is said to be the deepest, purest emotion that mankind can feel. 

Is a villain like me truly capable of something so untainted? Giving away the last part of myself that remains buried so deep that even my sins are incapable of sullying it?

… I like to think so.

Dividers/banner made by @natimiles. If you haven't seen her work, check it out! She does amazing things.

[kingoftieland]

From puny Banner to She-Hulk to Red Hulk to Red She-Hulk, the Jade Giant has one incredible family tree. Let’s take a closer look at the full genealogy! 🌳🧬

[comicalarchitect]

Samantha Reads Comics #1

I used to liveblog comics a lot on Twitter, and people enjoyed that sometimes, but once Twitter went to shit I mostly stopped doing that, so I'm gonna experiment with doing it in a longer format (though still keeping it pretty cazh) here on Tumblr. Lately I've been going through the comics bibliography of one of my favorite writers, Peter David, in chronological order, and rather than filling anyone in on the stuff I've already read, I'm just gonna pick up where I'm at now, dumping my thoughts in this post as I go through. (If people enjoy this, I might eventually go and do a catchup post with my thoughts on David's early Spider-Man stories, his first Phantom miniseries for DC, and his first year on Hulk.) This post is gonna cover the first few issues from David's second year writing Hulk, out of a pretty definitive and influential stint on the character. My thoughts, carrying over from my time writing Twitter threads, will be pithy and discontinuous.

I like that David brings out this aspect of Bruce--that he has the potential to lash out and be cruel to people even in this aspect. It makes the whole Hulk-as-repressed-id deal seem a lot more authentic. (Also love the absurd way Todd McFarlane draws Bruce's hair.)

"Bruce being petulant and jealous of Hulk" is another weird side of that dynamic that David teases out, and again, I'm very into. Hell, Hulk's hatred of "puny Banner" makes a lot more sense when you don't make Bruce a saint, but instead make him kind of a whiny hypocritical nerd. "Puny" as an insult works a lot better when it's not just an assertion of might-makes-right superiority, but is instead an observation of the way Bruce almost egoistically weaponizes his weakness, making himself an object of toxic pity who never really has to face consequences. (That's not really all contained in the page excerpt here, but it's definitely present in David's ongoing characterization of Bruce. If you want my analyses to be laid out more predictably, pay me to write a book.)

Rick, I think Mar-Vell's answer would involve some degree of "I would use the Power Cosmic on them," which means it would be pretty unhelpful to you right now.

Solid gag, and very much augmented by Rick Parker's work as letterer.

okay go to Writing Jail now, Peter David

I kid, though. This page right here, this is the deft, subtle, absolutely original level David was working on. This kind of psychodrama is why it's worth writing a Hulk comic in the first place.

I love how David always drops in these shitty little side characters whose petty, disingenuous lives get utterly trampled by the main plot--this kind of guy right here is why Hulk hate puny humans.

Oh FUCK this is a good development. Both a left-field move with possible dire consequences, and also completely in-character for Betty, which makes it the best kind of plot twist.

Betty is such a fucking good character.

McFarlane's style, especially with faces, is just getting goofier and more caricature-ish as he grows into his confidence (Image Comics wasn't even a twinkle in his eye yet), and it really is a good match for David's writing.

owned

it's about ethics in gamma journalism

what a bunch of clowns

okay but now I really want a "Teenage Idiot" epitaph (even though I'm 25)

[fandomnerd9602]

So I thought about another Genderbend story female Bruce Banner X Male Reader they've been married since before the Avengers and reader is the only person that Hulk likes and he call the Hulk down so during Thor Ragnarok Reader is arguing with Hulk and begging for Hulk to let him see his wife who his hasn't seen in 2 years

Y/N confronts Hulk…

Hulk: hulk love puny L/N

Y/N: and puny L/N loves both Hulk and Bree. Please I need to see Bree.

Hulk: Y/N love Bree more than Hulk!!

Y/N: that’s not true. I love you both equally. I just want to see my wife. Please Hulk! I haven’t see both of you for two years!!

Hulk: does Y/N promise to still love Hulk?

Y/N: of course

Hulk shifts back into Bree Banner…

Bree: Y/N? Baby?! (Cries)

She jumps into her lover’s arms…

[daydreamerdrew]

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #249

[catladyoftheyr]

The Alchemy

Alex x Reader (GN)

Summary: you’re in the stands watching Alex play in a gridball championship match

A/n & Cw: Based on the vibes of the alchemy by Taylor swift ofc. Warnings for alcohol mention, implied sensual desire, and familial disagreements (resolved).

Word count: jusssst over 1k

The last breath of fall was fading quickly into winter’s bitter chill. Your breath fogged the air as you pulled the letterman jacket tighter around yourself. It was halftime time at an important gridball game and the score was tight. Alex’s team had fallen behind at the last minute, resulting in raucous cheers from the home side of the stands. The away crowd you stood in seemed puny in comparison, despite the fact that over half of Pelican Town was in attendance. Sam, Sebastian and Abigail huddled together while passing a flask between them. Marnie had stayed behind to allow Shane to take Jazz with him, the small girl enthusiastically waving a foam finger around. Robin and Demetrius sat with Caroline and Pierre, chatting indistinctly.

A sound designated the start of the 3rd quarter. You flashed a hand signal at Emily a few seats over and reached under your seat. Passing it to Emily you both began unfurling a large paper banner you’d designed to surprise Alex. You’d spent the night before sprawled on the floor of the farmhouse surrounded by glitter pens and markers that Emily had brought over, carefully outlining his name and jersey number in green and yellow. You let out a loud cheer, screaming Alex’s name from the bleachers, the banner now outstretched between you and Emily. The noise caught his attention as he jogged back onto the field. Glancing in your direction he saw the handmade sign and flashed you a smile and wink before blowing a kiss into the audience.

Meeting Alex wasn’t love at first sight, his chatter about gridball, workout routines, and the girls in town never caught your interest. His boyish charm and goofy demeanor won you over in the end. You’d learn why he was raised by his Grandparents, and the memories he has of his mom. He’d told you about how it was his dream to play professional gridball but that a high school injury held him back. He asked you about farming, taking a particular interest in fresh eggs and befriending your dog.

The shrill whistle of a coach brought you back to reality. You grabbed a beer from a cooler and sipped as you watched the field intently. You didn’t understand how the game worked exactly, but you couldn’t look away as players passed the ball expertly with intricate footwork. The ball spiraled into goals and out of hands in what seemed like seconds. The timer steadily counted down the minutes left in the quarter. Alex had hold of the ball and ran full speed toward the goal posts. You jumped from your seat, cheering as the ball flew through and scored.

The final quarter had begun and the score was still neck and neck. You sat on the edge of your seat, biting your nails down to nothing but stubs. The other team scored and you audibly gasped as Alex slammed into the ground. He’d been benched for most of the previous season due to an injury, you prayed to Yoba the fall he’d just taken wouldn’t exacerbate it, or heaven forbid cause a fresh injury.

George was yelling something profane toward the competition while Evelyn tried to stop him; You caught the words: cheaters, good for nothing, and other expletives. George had initially discouraged Alex from chasing his dream of professional gridball, trying to persuade him to pick something more practical. Their differences had caused a rift between them, Alex feeling unsupported despite his grandfather meaning well.

The pressure was on to play like he had something to prove. You breathed a sigh of relief as Alex got back up and kept running with ease. The score kept tight as the clock ticked down steadily. Soon there was but a minute left and Alex had the ball. You had a vice grip on Emily’s arm, what was left of your nails digging into your poor friend's skin. “Come on come on come onnnn” you whispered under your breath. You could barely look at the field, worried that anything you did might jinx it.

Seconds left on the clock as Alex barreled toward the end of the field. 5..4..3..2… and score! The ball flew through the post as the buzzer sounded, tipping the score in their favor. You bellowed and applauded with all your might, your side of the stands going wild. “That’s my grandson!” George yelled from his seat, beaming with pride. The beer you were holding fell to the floor, soaking into your canvas sneakers. You’d regret it later but the only thing you could think about was getting on the field and finding Alex.

You flew out of your seat, taking the stairs 3 at a time. As you bounded toward the field you saw Alex making a beeline toward you. He pulled you into his arms, swinging you into a kiss before you could even make it down the last step. Your lips crushed together passionately as you wrapped yourself around your boyfriend. His teammates whistled and laughed as the two of you kissed on the field. Confetti fell from an unknown source, landing on your hair and clothes like paper snowflakes.

The two of you finally let go of each other long enough to take each other in fully. Alex was damp with sweat, his face glistening under the lights. His hair was disheveled and his uniform had grass stains on the knees. “You’re my lucky charm. I love you so much, baby” Alex purred in your ear; “I can’t wait to show you how much I appreciate you when we get back home.” Your cheeks flashed with hot desire but you quickly regained control.

The rest of the team had come over to meet the two of you where you stood. Some of them carried a huge shiny trophy while everyone whooped and hurrahed. Two of them pulled Alex onto their shoulders, and you screamed playfully as you felt yourself being lifted as well. You beamed as you and Alex were carried around the field, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy; you knew you’d never forget this night.

[redfurrycat]

🤠👨‍🏫🏫🐓Educational Occupations Fic Recs🐓🏫👨‍🏫🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: BeautifulCreature, Callsignsmax, Davidbyrne, Greenstuff, Hangmanbradshaw, Iprefervillains, LulaluzHazel, MadeItUp, Nimuetheseawitch, Ok_thanks, ProtectingH_ngm_n, ReformedTsundere, Rnadison, SunMonTue, Teacupivy, Vannral.

> High School & College/University

learning steps by vannral {E}

/Top Gun Instructor!Bradshaw/

”So, an instructor?”

A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.”

In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

sereshaw student/teacher 'verse by callsignsmax

/Physics Teacher!Seresin/

a first time for everything {E}

Mr. Seresin is his new physics teacher, he’s twenty six at the most. With how he looks Bradley would be shocked at anything more. He’s from texas, obvious from his accent and the obnoxious Texas Rangers banner he has pinned on the cork board next to his desk.

I see right through you {E}

“Nothing’s fair, Mr. Seresin,” He hiccups, throat sore and scratchy from suppressing his sobs. “Why don’t my friends support me and you being together?”

NSFW alphabet with Mr. Seresin and Bradley {E}

Learn the ins and outs of Mr. Seresin and Bradley's sex life, including the struggles of true love in a teacher/student relationship.

I’d wait forever for you {M}

“Red,” he manages to choke out, even though Mr. Seresin had already stopped. His hands were off of Bradley the second the younger froze up. “Stop, please.”

You Are My Treasure by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Librarian!Seresin/

History's Like Gravity, It Holds You Down Away From Me

“That’s too much thinking for you, obviously. You should leave that to the professionals. Don’t want to hurt yourself.” This time Bradley let out a laugh. Jake had missed that sound. “I don’t see any professionals around here, do you?” “You wound me, Bradley.” “Sorry, princess.” Bradley didn’t look sorry at all. “Just don’t come crying to me when you get lost in the tomb and can’t read the hieroglyphics that say this way to the exit.” “I’m not worried. I don’t plan on leaving your side, problem solved.” “I will leave you behind.” “You would never. Plus, someone’s gotta talk you out of leaving society for good and moving into the ancient burial grounds to live amongst your favorite mummies and old ass relics, like some modern day form of an Egyptian hobbit hole.” Jake stopped. “You know, that’s a valid point. Weird ass way to put it, but valid.” Bradley grinned. “What can I say, I know you.” Jake was starting to realize just how accurate that statement was.

You Can Make My Wish Come True, If You Let Me Treasure You

“Jake…you know you’re my family right? If we do this, we do it together. It’s not a Bradshaw only thing.” The man blinked at him and then smiled softly. “Okay. You’re my family too so if you’re doing this, I’m riding shotgun.” Bradley nodded and grinned brightly. “Think we’ll have to fight off any zombie founding fathers brought back to life?” “I’m putting $5 on at least two. I call dibs on fighting off Franklin though.” Or, The one where, fresh off their mummy adventure, Jake and Bradley steal the Declaration of Independence, make way too many mummy related jokes, and get married, all with a little help from their friends.

I can be your fantasy (football punishment) by ok_thanks {_}

/HS Teacher!Seresin/

“This year, the second annual season of the Dagger Squad Fantasy Football League, the loser, one Bradley Bradshaw, must face a fate worse than death.” Nat pauses for dramatic effect. “He must – drumroll, please, boys... — Successfully and wholly complete the Scholastic Aptitude Test, also known to some as the SAT.” As if that wasn't bad enough, the proctor being Javy's stupidly handsome best friend — who he keeps running into — adds to his misery. AKA: the one where Bradley's fantasy football punishment leads to an embarrassing crush of high school teacher Jake.

it's such a magical mysteria, when you get that feeling by  hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Paleobotanist!Seresin & Paleontologist!Bradshaw/

“So, they pulled you away from some bone dig for this? Let me guess, you were looking for a velociraptor?” He asked as he pulled out a toothpick and stuck it in his mouth. “It’s a little more than that.” Bradley replied with a furrowed brow. He was annoyed that he was right. “Sounds like a lot of sand and dirt to me. Then again, your type always loves that stuff. I’m shocked they were able to pull you away from it.” The man said with a smirk around his toothpick. He was being obnoxious, but the smirk sent a jolt down Bradley’s spine. “You’ll have to excuse Mr. Seresin here.” Simpson said with an annoyed grimace. “He suffers from a case of extreme personality.” “It’s Dr. Seresin.” Simpson rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

The Penguin Agenda by greenstuff {E}

/Marine Biologists!Bradshaw & Seresin/

Penguin Day at the aquarium not only means Bradley has to put on a penguin costume for their full day of elementary school kid tours, but he has to work with his rival in academia and life: Jake Seresin. He should have called in sick.

but I absolutely love him (when he smiles) by rnadison {G}

/Field Trip Educator Contractor!Bradshaw/

“Did you just hit on me?” Jake tilts his head, weighing his options. Clearly this wasn’t the response he’d been anticipating. “...Yes?” Bradley nods. “Right. Okay.” He pulls himself closer to his monitor and opens a new browser window. “What are you doing?” “Trying to see if I remember the link to the Title IX complaint form.” -------- In which they work in a museum, and Jake is the director's annoying assistant, and Bradley is just trying to get the Education Department name-brand markers.

Extra Credit by ReformedTsundere {T}

/History Teacher!Seresin & Maths Teacher!Bradshaw/

"I'm going to kill him," Bradley seethes, stomping into the teacher's lounge and briskly cutting across the room to get to the fridge where his lunch is waiting. Or 5 times Jake and Bradley's teaching forces them together, and 1 time there's no force at all

you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw {M}

/Professor of Meteorology!Seresin & Storm Chaser!Bradshaw/

Rooster rolled his eyes, but didn’t go any faster. He was in his head, which Jake knew how to handle. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the music library, swiping until he found what he was looking for. The beginning strums of Slow Ride filtered through the car bluetooth. He lulled his head over, smirked widely, and said, “I love this song.” Rooster shook his head, but Jake could tell a small smile was threatening to blossom. It felt like a small victory. “You haven’t changed.”

Suitable Replacement by ReformedTsundere {E}

/Professor!Seresin/

It's the middle of mid-term hell week, Jake's vibrator is broken, and the fastest Amazon can get him a new one is after the weekend. His only salvation seems to be the newest sex shop in town and the weirdest, hottest clerk Jake's ever seen.

A thief to catch a heart by LulaluzHazel {E}

/Art Professor!Seresin/

Using as an excuse that the Head of the Department, Professor Mike Metcalf, a goofy but authoritarian guy, was away one week before the Spring Break, Jake ditched Javy and Reubens, telling them that he was going to have some sort of crazy party. (Even if he would probably stay home browsing dating apps where people would promise crazy plans that would entitle them to pretend to go hiking and end up getting drunk at brunch. In the best case scenario.) What he didn’t expect, is to have to receive on Friday morning to the FBI in his boss’s office. “Sorry, Special Agent Mitchell,” Jake sat behind his boss's desk. He felt it was too big and out of place. “Let me get this clear, you need my help to certify if two paintings that were stolen from a museum in Spain are authentic.”

Most Arduously by MadeItUp {M}

/Film & Media Associate Professor!Seresin & English Literature Associate Professor!Bradshaw/

When the Dean of Hale South Western College announces a prestigious new writing course, rival Associate Professors Dr Jake Seresin and Dr Bradley Bradshaw find they've got to co-operate. But as the two of them pit their disciplines against one another, each set on proving the other wrong, they're grudgingly forced to admit that in order to teach, they've got to learn... Jake stares forlornly at his laptop as he contemplates withdrawing his acceptance. But damn if that wouldn’t make Bradley fucking Bradshaw happy. And Jake would rather drive himself to the depths of misery than give that dickhead one single second of satisfaction.

my love life waits for me by davidbyrne {T}

/Chemistry Teacher!Seresin & English Teacher!Bradshaw/

Jake’s been a Chemistry teacher at Winthrop Preparatory Academy for more than three years and has, so far, avoided holding over, the dreaded duty of having to stay over the holiday break to watch the kids who aren’t going home. It’s a two-teacher job, and in Jake’s experience, it’s always been Bradshaw and some other poor sap. Jake had been promised it wouldn’t be his year. He has plane tickets, family plans, and his mother’s pecan pie sitting on a kitchen counter in wonderful, warm Houston. And now he’s gonna have to stay trapped in this snowy hellscape with a bunch of obnoxious kids and Bradley fucking Bradshaw. or jake and bradley are two teachers at a boarding school, forced to spend the holiday season together

Experts In A Dying Field (the math prof au) by nimuetheseawitch

/Math Professor!Seresin & Poli Sci Professor!Bradshaw/

Experts In A Dying Field {T}

He gave in to the inevitability of gravity and slid to the floor, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath, he looked around his office and saw his early career researcher award and the excellence in teaching award he’d earned last year, and he reminded himself that he loved math, he loved teaching, he was good at both, and that the beginning of his fourth semester here was too early to lose his shit just because a student had asked him for the 27th time today what was going on with him and their favorite Poli Sci professor, Bradley fucking Bradshaw. It was the end of January, he hadn’t even seen his ex-husband this calendar year, and yet, their supposed rivalry and mysterious bad blood were the talk of the campus yet again. Jake had hoped that the incident in December would’ve been forgotten by now, but apparently not. OR Jake and Bradley used to love each other, and now they're working at the same small, Midwestern college.

I just want back in your head {E}

It's the faculty holiday party, and all Bradley wants is for his ex-husband to notice him. Once Jake does, the rest is history.

It's all academic darlin' by SunMonTue {E}

/Engineering Professor!Bradshaw/

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

vesuvius by teacupivy {M}

/Chemistry lab/

It’s too much, and it’s infuriating, and Bradley has a lot of shit he should be doing, but instead he’s making goo-goo eyes at the asshole in the corner.

arms wide open (I stand alone) by BeautifulCreature {T}

/Graduate Student!Seresin & Librarian!Bradshaw/

Jake knows this is San Diego and all kinds of characters live out here, but he didn’t think he’d walk into the public library and see a man wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt and sporting a god’s honest pornstache. -- Bradley is a reference librarian and Jake is a graduate student studying social work.

Lucky One by ProtectingH_ngm_n {_}

/History Teacher!Seresin & English Teacher!Bradshaw/

Mr. Seresin is too amused by his students complaining about Mr. Bradshaw to stop them

Peer reviewed by SunMonTue {M}

/Engineering Professors!Hangster/

Secretly married Hangster in an academic environment.

Moss definitely a fern-tastic love story by Iprefervillains {T}{G}

/Science Teacher!Seresin/

The fern-tastic tales of Amelia setting up her big brother Bradley with her science teacher Mr. Seresin. She just knew they were mint to bee and when it comes to school camping trips the rule is the s'more the merrier.