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mej2235 · 2 years ago

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A little propaganda for the @tmnt-crossover-polls for our collab au WAFD. @ossadeaurata @marshmel-l0w7 @we-all-fall-down-series

Oh and some lovely mentions going out to @wandering-ghost and Pico, her baby Godzilla from Atomic Pets, @phoenixdeleted and Neon, her future rise Leo who has a habit of adopting people and a mention of Batman and Nightwing from A Heart Of Sunflower by @doctaaaaaaaar

This snippet contains:

Donna: 03 Donnie uses they/she

Raph: 03 Raph

Mikey: 03 Mikey

Master Splinter: 03 Splinter

Leon: Rise Leo

Neon: Disarmed! Future Leon

Enjoy!

“Well, that hurt,” Donna groaned, rubbing her head.

Master Splinter hopped off her shell and landed smoothly on the ground, allowing Donna to push herself to her feet. She offered the turtle under her, Leon, a hand which he took quickly, holding it as he glanced around the arena in awe. Donna caught him by the lip of his shell as he tripped with a fond smile.

“Mikey! Get your butt offa me or I swear-“

“Keep it in your shell, Raphie!” Mikey growled back, playfully nipping near his brother’s face as turtles would. “I’m getting off, I swear.”

Mikey readjusted himself to pin Raph’s body more effectively and made no move to get off the older turtle.

“That’s it!” Raph began to rock his body, dislodging his brother and allowing him to twist his body around and trap the younger turtle in a headlock. “Say ittttt.”

“NOOO!” Mikey shrieked, laughing as Raph gave him a noogie.

“Last chance, little brother!” Raph stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled it out.

“NONONO!” Mikey squealed, “I WILL NEVER SURRENDER TO TYRANNOHMIGODTHAT’SOGROSS-!”

“Children,” Master Splinter punctuated the word with a tap of his cane on the ground. “Unfamiliar territory is no place for games,” the rat mutant turned away, unable to keep his grin in check behind his poker face, “even if they are amusing.”

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s taking sides!”

Splinter did not answer, simply observing their surroundings. Leon was staring around at what appeared to be multitudes of giant stages, like the traditional kind where musicals or plays would take place. Donna had always adored theatre. She used to sneak into theatres like these with Leo all the time; he always let her take centre stage and was even willing to learn how to use the lights to give her her moment.

Donna missed that. Maybe she could introduce that part of her life to Leon. She wondered if he’d ever seen a play or a musical or if he was like Mikey and only enjoyed the art of movies.

“Welcome to the TMNT Crossover Polls,” Donna read aloud, grabbing her family’s attention. “Polls? That would imply some sort of popularity competition or election, but what does TMNT Crossover mean?”

“Crossover means when two different universes visit each other,” Leon cut in, hands flapping away as he tried to look everywhere at once. “It’s usually a term used in fandoms to describe when they combine two pieces of media they enjoy or a set of characters travel from one media to another. Like Jupiter Jim meets Lou Jitsu and they kick alien invader butt together!”

Leon blinked at them, done talking. They all blinked back. Leon’s face began to turn red and his head began to disappear into his shell.

Raph laughed and hit the kid’s back, “I don’t understand most of that, but it’s cool that you do.”

The younger turtle beamed at him, puffing his chest out in pride. Donna smiled and patted the younger’s head, drawing out a churr from him.

“I suppose that would make us a crossover then, wouldn’t it?” Master Splinter stroked his chin as he looked over his four children, “After all, Leon here is a universe traveller. He has quite literally crossed-over to our dimension.”

The four turtles stared at the rat for a few seconds until Leon flung himself forward, face right in Splinter’s face.

“Ohmigod! Was that a pun?” He practically squealed.

Master Splinter simply smirked and held a finger to his lips, “Let’s keep that our little secret.”

“You have officially jumped up the coolness scale to the top, after me, of course,” Leon flipped his mask tails, jumping up and down on the toes of his feet with a huge smile.

“Hey!” Mikey protested, “That’s my title!”

Leon just innocently blinked his little eyes at the older turtle, “I guess you’ll have to work harder then.”

Mikey scowled, poking Leon’s plastron with his finger, “You are playing with fire, young man.”

Leon shrugged, turning on his heel and walking with his hands behind his head, “My Mikey actually wields fire so I’m used to it.”

Mikey, along with his family, stared after the slider blankly.

“EXCUSE ME WHAT?!” The orange-clad turtle ran after the slider, looping a hand around to force him to face him.

They quickly caught up, watching Leon avoid Mikey’s relentless questions. Instead, the younger turtle seemed to be picking at a sticker on his plastron. That was strange. It wasn’t a bandage or one of the pads from Donna’s medical tests. She had made sure to remove them once it was over. Mikey twisted around in frustration suddenly and kicked at air, revealing another sticker on his own plastron.

“Mikey,” Donna called out, putting a stop to the little playful spat between the two turtles, “what’s that on your plastron?”

Mikey glanced down at it and then back up at Donna and shrugged, “Dunno, but we all have them.”

She glanced down, confirming that fact. Donna pulled off the one stuck to her plastron and held it out. Raph, in true Raph fashion, pulled his off his plastron and dropped the sticker, except the poor turtle found it did what stickers did best and stuck. To his finger. He started to wave his hand trying to get it off as his family watched on. Donna, eventually, had to be the adult of the family and rescue her poor suffering twin by grabbing the sticker by the none sticky part and dropping it.

To her surprise, the sticker dissipated into nothingness, only to appear upon Raph’s plastron once more. Upon closer inspection, it read ‘We All Fall Down.’ Well, that didn’t exactly spell bright things in their future. Heh. She should tell Leon that one later.

“Hey, Raph!” Donna glanced over at her ki- Leon as the younger turtle smirked, sticker in his hand, “Look!”

Raph, never one to ignore family, unfortunately turned to face the boy, only to receive a slap in the face for his troubles, gentle and literally. Leon snickered as he stepped back to admire his handiwork for a few seconds. Raph blinked and raised his hand to touch the sticker now adorning his face. His eyes locked onto the still snickering target in front of him and Donna could see the moment he made his decision.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one!” Raph sneered, attempting to tackle the slider, who darts under his arms and makes his escape, now cackling as Raph gave chase.

Donna shook her head and sat on the floor next to her father and remaining brother. To her amusement, once Leon got about a mutant turtle away from Raph, the sticker removed itself from Raph’s face and repeated with the void magic on Leon’s plastron. Fascinating. She would have to look into those properties to see if they could use those to find a way to access Leon’s dimension and get him home.

Maybe.

She was still undecided on whether or not to let him go home yet.

“Tea?” Master Splinter offered from where he knelt beside her, holding up a tea kettle that had been over a small fire (maybe she got her more arsonist tendencies from him).

“No, thank you, Sensei.”

“You should take him up on it. It’s really good.”

Donna smiled, “I am well aware, but I much prefer coffee beans.” She glanced back at her twin pinning Leon to the grown playfully, before realisation set in and she did a double take. “You’re not Mikey.”

The larger turtle smirked at her, “What gave it away? My handsome stripes? My winning personality? My stunning physique?”

Donna gave him her most deadpan stare, “You’re another version of Leon.”

“In the flesh,” he grinned with a wave of his metal arm, “well mostly.”

Donna snickered at that. “So is it just you or will I finally get to meet your brothers?”

“Not with me, I’m afraid,” the older Leon shrugged at her concerned glance and pointed at a group of four different turtles. “I’m taking care of that lot right now. It grows randomly.” Right on cue, another turtle joined the group. The older Leon held out his hand, “I’m Neon.”

Donna took it, “Donna.” She glanced at the scars that covered the older version of her kid, “Looks like you’ve had it rough. When was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Neon chuckled, answering her question with another question, “You’re a Donnie, so let me ask you, when was the last time you’ve eaten?”

Donna frowned at him, “Touché.”

The three sipped their tea in silence for a bit.

“Hey! Donna! There’s new superheroes here!”

Donna twisted to see her Mikey charging over to them. He stopped right before the tea, giddy and grinning as he hopped up and down, a comic book in his hands.

“Look!” He held it out to her and she took it with the utmost care, “They signed it! They said their names are Batman and Nightwing! Apparently there’s more of them and I need to find them and collect all the-“

It had been a long time since Mikey had geeked out over comic books. Leo used to do that, always the sci-fi nerd. Leon, unfortunately, didn’t know enough lore to be able to join in with the infodumping.

“Excuse me,” Neon interrupted as Mikey took a moment to finally breathe, “but would you sign this?” He held out what looked like a strangely wordy and legal document.

“Of cour-“

Donna, of course, grabbed the pen and contract and scowled at the turtle wearing her kid’s face. She read over the contract in her hands.

Donna read it again.

She held it out and pointed at it.

“This is an adoption form!” She accused, making her father spit out all his tea as he hacked up a lung. Right now however, she didn’t care and glared at the other turtle.

“Yep.”

“We’re mutant turtles.”

“Yep.”

“We aren’t legal.”

“Usually, yeah.”

“What do you mean usually?” She snarled at him, making sure her brother was safely behind her.

“Normal human laws don’t apply here. That form is perfectly legal in here. I’m pretty sure we all randomly have birth certificates, even if they are inaccurate.”

Now that was an interesting tidbit.

Donna sneered, “You don’t get to adopt my family, legally or otherwise.”

Neon rolled his eyes, “You can stop me.”

Donna tilted her head with a smile, “Well I suppose I’ll have to adopt you.”

The larger turtle gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

Donna twisted on her heel and stalked away to gather her team. It was time for a custody battle.

Master Splinter finally managed to expel all the liquid from his lungs, only to find himself alone, except for a tiny lizard creature watching him curiously.

He held out a cup of tea to them, “Would you like some?”

Splinter’s entire vision turned blue as some strange burning sensation consumed his body. It dissipated soon enough, leaving the rat mutant singed.

He coughed and the lizard wandered off. Splinter missed his old cage in Master Yoshi’s dojo.

That was it! He was retiring to Tahiti!

#rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #crossover competition #we all fall down #atomic pets #propaganda #disarmed neon #a heart of sunflower

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hypnomicimagines · 2 years ago

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I’m not sure if requests for kinktober are open, but if they are pLEASE do Jakurai and Against a Wall, I wanna see the ever so calm doc go hard on the reader~

Jinguji Jakurai:

Against the Wall.

Jakurai had done all he could to cultivate an image of non-violence.

After his blood-soaked past he had done his hardest to repent, to punish himself for sins that no one would ever know he committed unless he uttered them aloud. He had been battling that side of himself for years, not liking the cruelty that came with his former job, wanting to move into a career that was purely about helping others.

And you taunted him.

He knew it was all in jest, that the outfit you had on was just a typical one for someone of your age to wear when they went out, that your teasing was simply trying to get a reaction out of him. You had amused him from how much you seemed to poke the bear, unafraid of saying controversial things very loudly and see how the others around you reacted. They never quite dipped into being mean-spirited unless you were in a bad mood, but they were so incessant he could see why others grew aggravated with you easily (meaning you had gotten exactly what you wanted).

“You’re like a gentle baby deer, you know? All that height for what?” Your questions were rolling off him like water from a ducks back, completely unbothered as he smiled and nodded along with your questions. “Some people don’t like that! Some want a man to get real aggressive with them~ But not like, hurting them or anything, that’s serial killer shit. Sometimes you just want to be pinned to a wall.”

Your rant had struck up some curiosity deep within him and he wondered just how personal your statements were. Is that what you wanted? Who were you imagining in that position with you? Jakurai, in general, was not one to be prone to jealousy and yet he was jealous over the very thought of you picturing someone other than him pinning you to the wall. He had kept you at arm’s length your entire friendship but it seemed you were intent on scaling said wall, just to have him pin you against it.

How could he keep denying you?

Another teasing outfit, another set of questions that implied you saw him as gentle man, perhaps one who didn’t even have desires with how soft he always was. He could see that you were trying to bait him and, after many months of just taking your backhanded compliments, he found himself at the end of his rope. He had stopped responding quite abruptly and you were worried at first that you had gone too hard.

“Do you believe you’re good at reading people?” His voice is even but there’s an edge to it that leaves you shifting back and forth on your feet, staring at his back as you willed him to turn around. He might be able to control his voice but his eyes never lied, not to you.

“I… I people watch a lot so…yeah?” He gave you what you want when he turned around, approaching steadily. You rose from his kitchen table to meet him; you knew Jakurai was taller than most but the sudden shift in attitude suddenly left his height difference all the more obvious, the man towering down over you.

“I disagree.” He stepped forward, you stepped back, eyes carefully watching his. They appeared sharper than usual but there was a glint of mischief in them, like he was purposely acting like this to get a reaction. Really taking a page from your book. You swallowed hard, not wanting to give in but finding you were far too excited to see where this was going. “If you were more observant, you would think twice about me.”

You’re so focused on Jakurai that you don’t notice you’ve essentially been backed into a corner, gasping a little as the wall hits your back. You whipped your head back to him to see he was still steadily approaching, each step calculated to keep your heart beating fast in your chest. You remembered your comment yesterday, the awkward confession that you hadn’t really meant to make about being fucked against your wall, and you wonder now if Jakurai was a genie of some sort.

Coming into your life to make all your dreams come true.

His hand came down to rest on the wall right beside your face, leaning down until your noses were barely touching. You try not to break his gaze, staring deep into his eyes, looking for a hint of anything more. Was he just teasing you like you had done to him? Was he going to make you go home and touch yourself to this very thought without giving you a single moment of satisfaction?!

“Is this what you want?” He brushed some of his hair out of the way, tucking it behind his ear as he gave you the most irresistible look you’d ever seen in your life. There was no chance this man wasn’t part siren.

“It is.”

The next few moments are a flurry of quick, desperate motions, your clothes flying to the ground, Jakurai’s joining shortly after. You hardly got enough time to appreciate his lips crushed against yours before he pulled away again, hands touching you everywhere, pushing inside you carefully as he prepared you.

You don’t get to properly admire him with how closely pressed to your body he is but you think you might make a scene if he tried to pull away. You needed him now, needed him close, the heat of his body keeping you comfortable and protected. You clung to him as his hands suddenly squeezed your thighs, testing his grip before you were suddenly lifted off the ground.

“Ar-are you sure you can hold me?” Your words had no bite to them, not now that he had made you stutter.

He smiled.

“I’m sure.”

Jakurai was going to make sure that, if you were to ever have a dirty dream again, it would be him at the helm. As he slid himself inside you he thought of how perfectly you fit him, how your whimper and subsequent squeezing of his arm would be ingrained in his mind forever. He would give you exactly what you wanted, everything that you wanted, fucking you like a man possessed.

In your brief moment of being able to form a thought you think this Jakurai is a bit reminiscent of his drunken self, aggressive, certainly not like a clumsy baby deer. You had never wanted to be proved wrong more in your life and felt a true sense of satisfaction as he fucked you, your body comfortably nestled between him and the wall. You had another brief thought of how strong he was, that a doctor had no right to such a perfect body, but Jakurai’s lips meeting yours again stole you away from your ruminations.

“Should I tease you more often?” Your body was a little sore but nothing you couldn’t deal with, your arms wrapped around Jakurai’s neck as he carefully carried you to the couch. It seemed his feral meter had died down a bit after coming and he was back to his gentle nature, even helping retrieve your clothes.

“Do so at your own risk,” He responded with an unreadable expression before finally breaking out in a smile, “I wouldn’t mind hearing more about ‘what the people’ want, if you’re willing to indulge me.”

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypmic #Hypnomic #Jinguji Jakurai #Jakurai Jinguji #jinguji jakurai x reader #kinktober #scenario #smut

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cloudycrystalkpop · 3 years ago

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Serpentine

pairing: Leviathan! I.M x human! gender neutral reader

summery: drowned by an eldritch creature, you awaken confused, at the feet of an envious demon.

warnings: death and drowning, Christian mythology, occult themes, mild nudity, creature!Changkyun????

words: 753

notes: I've been playing a lot of Obey Me... don’t ask. should also probably read some Lovecraft if I wanna continue this story

drowning, that is now where you found yourself. suffocation was not an ideal way to die, but all the same, you didn't think it would be so... calming. the panic fell to the back of your mind, heart racing and lungs burning, in your focus however, was the creature in the water before you.

you wondered if they would eat you. the shimmering rows of teeth could slice your flesh like razors. to spite death laying heavy on your tongue, you let your eyes wander over the creature. they were as beautiful as they were horrifying.

serpentine, scales shimmered in the slanted rays of light. the spines of the creature glowed, bio luminescent in the murky water. they moved gracefully, easily the size of a large navel ship, every feature perfectly symmetrical.

the taste of death was that of salt water, as it plunged into your lungs.

wet. filth. the scent of dead rotting fish invaded your sense. you bolted upright, coughing and sputtering black putrid water. it tastes like a sewer, only serving to gag you further.

“better out than in.” growled a deep masculine voice.

your body shivered, suddenly aware of your own nakedness. your hair stuck to your skin, an overwhelming feeling of some kind of goo coating your flesh.

raising your head you found a pair of boots in your line of sight. trailing up, torn and faded trousers, mold and rot practically sewn into the garment. above them, an equally distressed navel jacket, pins and badges also scraped and torn. a pair of arms crossed over the chest, and finally the man’s face.

a feeling a shame came over you as his eyes trailed over your nude form, nothing but vague amusement in his eyes. he was beautiful, his hair dark as ink. it lay limply, faint curls weighed by dampth, framing his cheeks.

“...who are you?” the words were choked from your abused throat. he quirked an eyebrow, eyes trailing over your body slowly.

“... I am what I am.” he grinned. your breath hitched as rows of sharp teeth greeted you. a forked tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he chuckled darkly.

“...God?” the man let out a rumbling laugh at your confusion.

“oh little human, he won't help you down here.” his eyes twinkled with amusement.

��are you Death then?” you asked again. he smiled, this one less twisted than the last.

“one form of it to you.” he leaned down, placing his palm on your head. “it isn't often I find a human bold enough to drown in my lair.” you flinched, his skin cold to the touch.

lair... a memory crawled back to the forefront of your mind.

your arms tied, mouth gagged, thrown into a pit, a portal as the occult called it. you were scarified. thrown into the Lair of the Leviathan.

“...Leviathan... the prince of hell... a sea serpent...” your eyes widened as it dawned on you you’d spoken out loud.

“you are quicker than most humans. I'll give you that.” the hand on your head was gentle as it stroked your scalp. “those occultists who threw you down there to die, intended to offer you as a sacrifice to me.” he purred, now leaning down on one knee.

“now tell me, little human, should I except?” tilting your chin up with one finger.

“...no sir. they simply intend to use you as a stepping stone... to grant power from your brothers.” you spoke, pleased with the confidence in your voice.

“of course they do.” the creature before you growled in anger. the air around him became cold, causing you to shiver once more. “greedy, stupid humans. they lust for power. I am never seen as anything but an after thought. the lot of you to seduced by my brothers and their stupid parlor tricks.”

the venom of jealousy dripped from his words.

“you understand you will gain nothing from this. your life is already forfeit at my claws.” his attention fell back to you once again. now gripping your chin, nails sharp against your skin.

“yes sir. that is why I have no reason to lie to you.” your voice was soft as you finally raised your eyes to meet his. pools of purple and green greeted you, swirling like whirlpools.

“...well done little human.” he stood, now pulling you to your feet as well. “you are an unappetizing sacrifice, however,” he circled you, movements fluid and graceful. “...you will make an amusing little pet. come with me.”

#idk wtf this is but id like to imagine reader and IM are now buddies #he's just amused by how unfrightened they are and their honesty and keeps their soul rather then turning it over to the rest of hell #and now they have a slightly grumpy and easily jealous snake man as their guardian #could go totally yandere and full monster fucker or this could just be a cute inhuman and human buddies story #anyway this was inspired by a dream I had with changkyun last night #Monsta x #monbebe #Monsta X au #im changkyun #changkyun au #monsta x x reader #gender neutral reader #changkyun x reader #demon au #monster au #inferno au

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wildernessuntothemselves · 4 years ago

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Prey for You

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You have a thing for prey hybrids. You admit. The way they tremble under you while simultaneously baring their neck for you gets you off. It's not your fault Chan's friend group has so many pretty little boys that you're constantly running south of him. You see, the wolf hybrid doesn’t very much appreciate you preying on his friends. Warnings: switch!reader, switch!chan, wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader, chan has a big dick, size kink, too much dirty talk, power dynamics, degradation, messy dirty sex so don’t @me

Edit: I’m so dumb I forgot to mention that Chan’s character in this is inspired by @skzctnightnight‘s Prowl so go read it because the smut is even hotter in it and there is a complex, intriguing storyline to boot uwu

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5, Part 6

Credit to the gif that started my chan obsession

“You’re really pretty.” You drawl, brushing your hand over the flushed face of the squirrel hybrid you have pinned against the door, the party in full swing just outside. “You know that?”

He opens his mouth to say something but all that comes out is a whimper as you press your knee between his legs, rubbing your thigh against his hard length. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. He is simultaneously terrified and turned on. The predatory way you were looking at him triggering his flight response, but the seductive purr to your voice and his precarious position make it hard to think of anything other than you.

And that’s exactly how you like them--scared, pretty boys who are so horny they ignore their instincts. They like it too, if the fact that they always come back for more is anything to go by. Danger just tastes so sweet.

You’re so high off the delicious smell of Jisung that you don’t realize he is there until he’s banging on the bedroom door. “Open the fuck up, fox.”

You pounce on Jisung, ignoring the banging on the door and kissing him. You’ll be damned if you let that meddling wolf ruin yet another hookup for you. But the low growl rumbling deep in your throat tips the scales too much, and the squirrel hybrid cowers back, his fear overtaking his hunger now, and you know you’ve lost him.

“If you don’t open up, I’ll break this fucking door.”

Huffing through your nose, you step away and yank the door open to face the infuriating newcomer. “What do you want?”

He quickly pulls Jisung to his side. “I thought I told you to stay away from my friends.”

“And I thought I told you to lighten up and stop cockblocking me.” You spit, turning to smirk at Jisung. “I just wanted a little taste.”

Chan pushes him further behind him, and growls at you, the sound much deeper and more menacing than your own and you have to stop yourself from taking a step back. “You will not come near my friends again or I’ll make you regret it.”

You roll your eyes at that. “What will you do to me, give me a stern talking to? You’re all bark and no bite.”

The glare he pins you with makes goosebumps erupt all over your body, his lips drawn back to bare his sharp canines threateningly, and for a second, you think he might actually attack you. But then he closes his eyes and lets the anger blow out of him in a forceful sigh. He turns his back to you and shuffles Jisung out of the room.

“Typical.” You mutter sourly. Of course he’d back down, that’s what he always does, and it pisses you off more than it had any right to. “You’re a disgrace to predator hybrids everywhere.”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Chan slams the door behind Jisung and whips around towards you, eyes glowing red. “I’ve had just about enough of your shit, little fox.”

You pause for a second, frozen with fear as his figure looms above you, all his anger returning with full force. But as you’ve been told before, your curiosity will be the death of you, and you can’t help but want to see if you push him a little more, will he let you or will he finally retaliate?

So you go against every survival instinct you hold in your body and wrap your arms around the neck of the wolf who was regarding you with fury, and the action is so unexpected that it makes him falter.

“You should make it up to me, you know?” You purr, pulling him closer to you, even though your heart is beating like crazy in your chest. It takes him by surprise too, and his eyes widen from their glare. "What are you doing?"

"You keep taking away all my boy toys so I think it’s only fair that you be a good pup and fill up the void you’ve created." You lean up, kissing his lips. He goes rigid against you, and you wonder if the moment has finally come when someone puts you in your place. Well, it was worth a shot.

But just as you’re about to let your panic overwhelm you, Chan returns the kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you to his body as he deeps the kiss. The hard muscles you feel against you steal your breath. He could snap you in half if he wanted to, but that only makes you want to test him more.

You pull at his shirt pointedly and he steps back and lifts his arms up, letting you slip the shirt off him. He was as ripped as he felt, and the knowledge fills you up to the brim with the urge to subjugate him, to make this powerful wolf kneel for you.

You push him to the bed and climb over him, sitting down over his growing erection and rocking your hips over it, making him groan lowly. “Are you going to be a good puppy for me, Channie?”

He frowns at your words, but gets easily distracted when you take your top off, his gaze getting glued to your chest.

“You like this, baby?” You smirk, cupping your bra-covered breasts. “Want to see more?”

He nods eagerly, his hands coming up towards your chest, but you slap them down. “No, bad dog!”

He reels back like a kicked puppy, confused on what he did wrong, so you elaborate. “That’s not how we ask for something, baby.”

Annoyance covers his face again and in a split second he flips the both of you over so he’s now on top. "I'm not a fucking pet."

You cup his cheek gently, "No? From the way you act, one would think that you’re practically begging for someone to collar you up and make you their obedient little puppy."

He starts growling again, baring his teeth at you, but you don’t back down, wrapping both your hands around his thick neck, mimicking a collar. “I can be your master, Channie. You just need to be good for me.”

You can feel the raw power coiled in the muscles under your fingertips, just ready to spring and tear you apart. He could overpower you if he wanted, but this isn’t a battle of physical strength. You know it. He knows it. And he stays.

"Good boy."

He shudders at the praise, liking it a bit too much for someone who just threw a fuss about being treated like a pet. "Of course you like that. You're just an oversized lap dog, aren’t you?"

“You’re pushing it.” He snarls, pulling back to yank your bra off, not even bothering to unhook it first. He doesn’t stop for a second as your pants go next, followed by your panties. You can feel his strength as he tears your clothes off your body but you just find his frustration amusing. He hates this but he can’t stop. It’s different from your normal dynamic with boys, he’s motivated by anger rather than fear, but the end result is the same.

When he goes to bury his face in your pussy, you grab him by the hair and pull him back. "No."

He stops resisting at once, looking absolutely dejected at the denial. You fake a sympathetic look. "What's wrong, pup? You want it?” You spread your legs and move a hand over your pussy, playing with it a little, teasing him. You’re so turned on that you don’t have to fake the gasp that slips out of you when your fingers touch your clit, and he responds with a low whine coming from the back of his throat. "Use your words, puppy."

"I want it."

"Then strip for me, baby."

He obeys, quickly kicking his pants and boxers down and confidently displaying himself to you, making you scoff. "Of course you're big."

That takes him aback. "That's bad?" He unconsciously pouts, obviously not anticipating the disdain in your voice. He was probably always praised for being so well-endowed.

"It's like everything else on you, just for show. I bet you don't know how to use it and you'll just impale me with it. No thanks." You try to push him away, but pushes you back down.

"Scared of my cock, little fox?" He mocks, hands nudging your knees apart. "I thought you were gonna own me."

"I'm not fucking scared." You seethe, “I just don’t want you to waste my time more than you already have.”

"You play too much, foxy.” He drawls, and you watch warily as he brings two of his fingers to his mouth to wet them before he slips them between your legs. “You wanted me. Now you're going to get me." He says before unceremoniously pushing his fingers inside you.

"Shit, so tight." He pumps his fingers in and out of you, moaning at the feeling of your walls hugging his fingers tightly. "Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy wide open, baby."

You couldn’t bear hearing him talking so condescendingly to you. You were supposed to be the one in control here, not the spineless wolf who seemed to grow enough balls to fight back all of a sudden.

"If you're going to be so vulgar, I know a better use for your dirty tongue." You sneer, pushing his head down your body. He goes along easily, his plush lips caressing your skin on the way down, his kisses getting wetter along the way until his mouth meets your pussy in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

You can't even fight back the moans he elicits from you. He is really good with his mouth and his fingers fill you up just right that you feel yourself slipping. You need to turn this in your favor.

“Good boy.” You breathe, attempting to make it seem like you were still in control of yourself and not falling apart on his fingers and mouth. "Finally something you can do right."

Seeing through your weak attempt--and perhaps in retaliation-- he bites down on the inside of your thigh, his sharp canines almost breaking the skin. But an even sharper sensation quickly diverts your attention as he pushes a third finger inside you. You cry out, nails digging into his scalp as you pull on his hair in pain, but it doesn't phase him. He's determined to work you open with his fingers, his mouth going back on you to take some of the edge away, having the time of his life if his wet, muffled moans against your pussy are anything to go by.

And when the slide of his fingers gets a little dry, he pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, getting them wet again, his eyes meeting your half-lidded ones as he makes a show of lathering his fingers with his saliva, moaning hungrily at the taste of you, before he plunges his fingers back inside you. He does this a few times, each time making you feel both relief and frustration--relief that his fingers are giving your poor pussy a break and frustration that he’s taking his sinful mouth away from you. But with every time, it gets easier and easier to take his fingers again. Until, the fourth time he does it, your hand clasps around his wrist, keeping it in place as you whine and fuck yourself on his fingers.

"Fuck." He breathes out, climbing back up your body to latch his mouth on your neck, and growling lowly. "Getting needy, little fox?"

You groan, yanking on his hair harshly and ripping his mouth away from your neck. "I wouldn't be like this if you weren't sabotaging every chance I get at a fuck."

"Oh, it's gonna get much worse for you, baby. I'm going to stretch this pretty pussy out with my big, fat cock, until I ruin you for all your pretty boys." The audacity of this guy.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself. If you think that you can dom me with your dumb cock then you’re--” You cut yourself off, face paling as he pulls his fingers out and presses the blunt head of his cock against your opening. He looks at you expectantly, eye-brow raised as he waits for you to continue your rant, but you bite down on your tongue, refusing to give him what he wants.

“What’s wrong, foxy? Got nothing more to say about me and my dumb cock?” He grins, easing his dick inside you, stretching you even more than his fingers did. “Don’t you wanna tell me more about how unaffected you are by all of this?”

You glare at him, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, drawing blood, yet the grin on his face never falters. When he’s halfway inside you, you can’t keep quiet anymore. “Fuck… you’re going to split me open.” You grit out and his hips jerk a little, pushing more of him inside you suddenly. A scream escapes you before you bite down on your lips. “Fucking mutt! Can’t you control yourself?”

“How can I when you’re so sweet to me?” He bites at you, voice getting rougher and breath getting heavier. He’s starting to lose control too. You realize that this is your chance to reclaim the upper hand. So you wrap your legs around his hips and, through gritted teeth, you steel your breath and pull him closer, pushing him the rest of the way inside you.

“Ah fuck!” Chan groans, face falling in the crook of your neck as you hold him up to the hilt inside of you, your walls clamping down on his dick, trying to push him outside. He tries to rock his hips into you but you hold him in place with your legs, making him quickly grow impatient. "Baby, let me move." He whines, mouthing at your breasts, sucking stinging kisses all over them as he lets out his frustration on your poor tits.

"No. You don't deserve it." You grit out, "You've been a bad dog."

To your surprise, he moans out at your words, bucking against you once again, the force of it allowing him to move inside you just a bit and you yelp, scratching at his back and biting onto his shoulders in response, but that only seems to make his hips rut against you more.

"You like that, don't you?” You hiss mockingly, “Are you getting off on me being mean to you, Channie?"

“You're such a fucking bitch." He barks, grabbing your thighs and splitting your legs open harshly, pinning them down on the bed so he could finally start fucking you.

“Shit---shit!” You squeak, the drag of his cock against your walls burning, and you find yourself clinging to him as tears prickle at your eyes. You try to hide your face in his chest, but he hears your little sniffles anyway, and his reaction isn’t what you expected--not the concerned tone of his voice as he cups your face and asks you if you’re okay, and not the hunger in his eyes that only seems to get darker at the sight of your tears.

It’s with a start that you finally realize the situation, and you can’t help but laugh despite your tears. "You dirty fucking dog. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

It's your turn to grab his face and make him face you as he tries to look away. "Does hurting me turn you on, Channie? And here you were trying to act like a fucking savior."

"It's n-not like that." He shakes his head, yet his hips never stop moving.

"No? Dumb mutt can't even still his hips long enough to lie. Is this what secretly gets saint Chan's rocks off? Are you like this with your bitches or is this just for me, baby?"

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes squeezed shut as he mumbles something that you don’t quite catch.

"Speak up dog." You slap him lightly, and his eyes gain back a little of their sharpness as he looks down at you.

"No. They can handle it. It's only you that is breaking on my cock." He grits, hips driving into you faster as he fucks you with his eyes as much as he fucks you with his dick that you weren't made to be on the receiving end of.

"So that's it then, you like knowing you're the biggest I've ever had?” You ask breathlessly, trying to hold onto your sanity as he takes you roughly. “You enjoy watching me struggle to even take you in?"

He stays quiet, but the sharp snap of his hips against yours gives you all the answer you need.

"Dirty mutt." You croon, tugging at his sweaty bangs so you can keep them away from his face so you can see his reaction to your words. "I bet you cum a lot too, would be absolutely dripping from my tight cunt."

"Oh, god, have mercy." He cries out, pace getting erratic as the combination of your filthy words and your tight pussy start getting to him.

"Who knew I didn't even have to fight you? All I had to do was let your filthy brain and your dirty cock work you up to this state. You really are just an animal after all." You bring his lips to yours, swallowing down his pathetic protests, the frantic grind of his member in and out of you suddenly feeling erotic now that the big wolf was a whimpering mess in your arms. Pulling back, your wet mouths still stringed together with saliva, you prompt, "Aren't you, baby?"

The breath hitches in his throat as you clench down on him, your sore pussy finally feeling the pleasure he's forcing on you, and it manifests with a vengeance, intense and dizzying. "Y-yeah."

"Tell me." You demand, kissing along his clenched jaw.

"I'm just an animal." He pants as you suck a bruise under his ear. "I love fucking your little pussy with my big cock. I love making you cry. I love you being mean to me. I love you treating me like a dog. I love it all."

"That's a good boy." You praise, kissing him again and he can barely breathe from the heat of it all. "Cum for me, puppy. Stuff me full with your seed like I know you wanna."

Almost as if on command, he cums, chanting a mantra of "thank you, thank you, thank you" in your ear.

"Yeah, let it all out, pup." You massage his ass as his hips stutter against you. "Want you dripping out of me for days."

"Fuck...you're gonna kill me." He heaves as his cock spurts out the last of his cum, and you smile in victory. You did it. You've subjugated him.

He sits up as he pulls out of you, watching darkly as his cums trickles out of you. Cursing, he quickly scoops it up and pushes it back in, the slide of his fingers so much easier now that you've taken his cock, and the copious amount of his cum making it way too easy.

His fingers are a blur as he pumps them in and out of you and it hardly takes any time before you're grabbing his wrist to stop him as you cum. But he doesn't. He fucks you through your orgasm, not even slowing down as he pins your thighs to the bed and continues railing his fingers into you, tearing a second orgasm out of you before the first one even has a chance to fade.

"Chan, stop." You cry out, body convulsing on the mattress, and he looks up from your cunt to see your pained face, and he finally stops, quickly taking his fingers out and wiping them on the bed before climbing up your body and catching your mouth in a kiss.

He murmurs little praises against your mouth like “you took me so well, baby” and “you did so good”, and it makes you grimace even more. You attempt to push him off of you, but you have no strength left to fight him off. Not that you ever did in the first place.

"Stop that!" You snap at him, and he stops.

"What’s wrong, baby? Was I too rough?"

You snort, "What do you think?" You gesture to your body that was now sore all over and probably developing bruises.

"Shit, I'm sorry. You just got in my head." He breathes out a flustered laugh.

“I know.” You apparently still have enough energy in you to gloat.

He frowns but ignores your comment, just watching as you wince whenever you try to move. "I can take you back to my place if you're too tired to go back to yours."

"Yeah, no shit you will." You confirm, having already decided that in your head. He did this to you. It's only right that he should take care of you after.

"Oh, okay ummm… let's get you dressed then." He quickly stands up to get you your clothes, only to realize that he tore most of it apart. "Ah, shit."

You roll your eyes, "Give me that." You say, pointing to his oversized shirt. He rushes to bring it to you and helps you put it on, the process a little tricky as the events of the night catch up with your body.

He smoothes your hair down once you're done and carasses your cheek, giving you a look that you don't like one bit so you smack his hand away and point a finger at him, "Hey! There will be none of that. You hear me?"

His face quickly straightens out and he snorts, "Excuse me for trying to treat you like a lady."

"Oh, fuck off." You stand up on shaky legs, and you can already tell that this will take a few days to wear off. "Let's go." ____________________________________ A/N: so came out as the victor after all? it’s really up for debate lol

#chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #hybrid!chan

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Humans? Up MY Beanstalk? It's More Likely Than You Think!

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Danny's back on her bullshit and here to make everyone suffer with another WIP that's part of a fic trade with my beloved @hiddendreamer67 <3

Summary: I mean, Jack made it all sound so easy! Climb up the beanstalk a few times, steal enough riches to last himself ten life times, and live happily ever after as a heroic giant slayer with absolutely no repercussions.

Seriously, how hard can it be?

Aiden was no stranger to life events going from bad to worse at the drop of a hat, but more often than not he was able to go with the turbulent flow just enough to keep his head above water and out of any serious trouble. Such a feat was most evident in his adaptation to living within the labyrinth-like walls of the oversized castle he had foolishly sought refuge in weeks prior. Had it been weeks? Months, perhaps, or maybe only a handful of days. The passage of time was just as foreign to him as these massive surroundings, these massive people , and he didn’t have the gall to weasel his way towards an opening near the outside to gauge how high or low the sun was sitting in the strangely pink sky.

The irony was almost funny; where was that fool hearted bravery he had been swimming in when he first started his ascension up the winding stalk that sprouted who knows how many decades ago to reach its impressive height? He knew the stories of young boys trading cows for beans and getting far more than they bargained for. He knew it was down right suicidal to scale the plant in general given he hadn’t a lick of training when it came to climbing anything other than a ladder. The opportunity to live within a legend was too good to pass up, unfortunately. The flimsy promise of riches and adventure beyond his wildest dream outweighed the need to even consider how he was going to get back down from the towering growth when he was inevitably disappointed by the lack of golden eggs.

But he didn’t succumb to the thin air or fall to his death, and he wasn’t disappointed. If anything, he was given everything he envisioned. Almost everything. When he broke through the cloud line, he discovered the vine had tapered off in favor of clinging to a cliff side he was unaware even existed from below. Green tendrils served as almost a ladder to aid his climb up the mysterious rock formation until he was able to pull himself, huffing and panting and muscles tingling from overuse, over the edge to collapse on horizontal land. So the fabled kingdom of riches didn’t actually rest on the clouds, it seemed. A small let down, but hardly anything worth dampening the mood as Aiden took in his new world view.

He felt as if he had switched places with a weevil seeing how the small patch of grass he was in came up to his chest rather than swishing against his ankles. The euphoria of this great new discovery once again drowned out the more rational side of him, favoring exploration over potential survival. The logistics of returning home could be dealt with later, after he had slayed a giant and stolen only a penny of its wealth that would no doubt provide for him for the rest of his life. Naive. Gullible. Fool hearted.

Aiden had only trekked for a few hours before nearly getting swallowed up by a winged beast he likened to a bat, washing away over the edge of the cliff in a stream, and getting trampled by hulking soldiers doing their rounds. Each close call he survived by the skin of his teeth, luck and adrenaline driving him blindly to find a moment of safety. However, with each incident his bravery withered away into trepidation, especially the closer he came to the giants that roamed the lands. None of them had noticed him yet and part of him wondered if they would ever notice something as miniature as him scurrying around, but he wasn’t feeling bold enough to stay out in the open just for their reaction. No, once he had slipped into the fortress of metal and stone, out of sight from any predator's eyes, the will to venture back out had faded into near nothingness.

If he had it his way, he doubted he would ever again have the gung ho to leave the confines of his newfound sanctuary, not even for the bittersweet desire of returning home. He had made his bed in his haste to seek glory out of tall tales and now he must lie in it. Though his heart ached with anxiety and his hands ceased to tremble, his traitorous stomach refused to let him continue a life of solitude amongst the dusty beams. A weaker part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it would be worth it to live with the gnawing pain until it eventually overtook him. A fitting end, would it not, to starve to death like a rat in the walls? Alas, he was weak, but not weak enough to endure such aggressive cramping by the end of the second day, and so he mustered all the strength and courage he could just to snatch a few stale breadcrumbs long forgotten behind what he assumed was a cast iron stove.

Aiden truly was living up to his new rodent lifestyle, wasn’t he.

It was disgusting, but it was food, and though it made him ill the remainder of the night it had at least provided him with enough energy to go back out the next night in an effort to find something an inch more sustainable. By the end of the week, his newly discovered drive to live had him exploring every corner of the expansive kitchen during the wee hours of the night, when no giants hurried back and forth between the counters and the galley to serve platters of meals that could have fed his own village for months at a time. The rich smell of hot breads and meats made him dizzy, even more so now that he was getting accustomed to surviving off of dusty scraps he found on the floor. He needed to play it safe, he reminded himself as he watched one of the chef’s throw out an entire pan of fresh loaves because there’s too many chives in this! It’s too bitter for his tastes! , hardly resisting the urge to dive into the bins after the wasted food.

But...if they were so keen as to throw away an entire batch of fully prepared food over the fact that it was unsuitable for one person’s palette...surely there was no harm in taking what would be considered a nibble. Not when it was unwanted.

There it was again, that fool hearted bravery. If only Aiden had used it to find a way out of this unofficial prisoner rather than fuel his greed. He couldn’t be happy with the bare minimum he was given, could he? Always had to push the boundaries when he knew exactly where they lied, always run headfirst towards danger and then act surprised when it would bite him in the ass moments later. At least this time around he had the forethought to formulate some type of a plan, as flimsy as it was. Having become quite familiar with the inner structures of the fortress, he was able to determine the abode he was in was something along the lines of a castle. It was certainly sprawling enough, decorated with dark colors and glittering riches and constantly bustling with workers ranging from lowly servants to chittering socialites. Whether or not this was indeed a house for royalty he was unsure, having never been able to pinpoint which of the ambling lords or ladies might be the esteemed ruler of the lands. Assuming monarchies even existed this high, that is. Perhaps this was merely the norm of their society’s standards. It was unlikely, but it wasn’t as if he had many outside resources to compare this way of life to, not even in the way of his own village.

In theory, the heist should have been easy. In theory . All he had to do was wait until the dead of night for the bustling kitchen to fall silent as it normally did and he could slip out from the crevice closest to the scraps bin. Scaling in and out of the bin might prove trickier than he anticipated, but that remained a problem for future Aiden. The most important part of his newfound mission was being able to fill his stomach up with day-old bread and cold meats before they were discarded for good. If all went well, this could easily become a nightly routine of his, a way to feast like a king whilst living like a rat within the true royalty’s walls. He knew he was getting ahead of himself with that kind of fantasizing, perhaps that was even the beginning of his downfall, but he had so little to look forward to these days that he dared to get his hopes up for a semi-decent meal.

He hadn’t even made it halfway across the counter before he was spotted and subsequently captured.

But he had been so careful , he lamented to himself when the air was roughly knocked from his lungs after a massive hand slammed on top of him, pinning any squirms. True, he reflected as the stars cleared his vision, he never actually bothered to see if the kitchen remained vacant all night given that he was asleep...but he just assumed! Who in the world would be up during this hour!? Someone else sneaking a snack, maybe, just as he was. He could use that to his advantage, try and gain a few sympathy points by connecting with the giant on that level, convince them that all he needed was just a fraction of whatever they were probably getting for themselves and he would be on his way for good. A lie, of course, but the giant didn’t need to know that.

Once more, that short lived plan would never be put to use when Aiden felt himself being lifted in the air within a bone crushing grip, metal and leather digging into him in various places from the glove the giant wore. His eyes barely adjusted from the dizzying movements and dim kitchen before they were blown open at the sight, constricted breathing still entirely for a heartbeat. This was no ordinary giant, not like the ones he had grown accustomed to glancing at from the nooks and crannies. At first glance, however, it did fit the bill for the most part -- biped, guard’s armor, a human face -- but...did these giants typically have glowing purple eyes? He couldn’t recall for certain, yet the more he looked the more he found that appeared off. The outline of the guard’s figure seemed...fuzzy, like they were blurred rather than a solid defining line. His face, harsh and scrutinizing, was greyer than a corpse. He was otherworldly, and it was at that moment Aiden was painfully reminded he was in another world, one he didn’t belong in. One he knew he would be leaving quickly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the guard rumbled, his voice grating more like static than a growl.

“N-no…” Aiden agreed. Anything to get on his good side. “I’ll go, I’ll l-leave!”

Though he had found his voice, he had yet to find the strength to attempt any kind of struggle, not that he thought he’d be able to budge the massive fingers in the slightest. However, if he showed just how eager he was to depart from this situation, maybe the giant would believe him and grant him that small mercy. Instead, he was given another rough squeeze that made his spine pop, the fist clenching him raising higher so that he was more at eye level with his captor.

“How did you get in here, human? ” The guard spat. Good news was that humans were a known creature, at least. Bad news was that humans, apparently, were not known for any pleasant reason.

Aiden panted, trying to suck in a much needed breath after all of his were forced out. “I-I don’t know…” He squealed in discomfort when the fingers tightened again, refusing to let up until he gave a more satisfactory answer. “Th-the walls! I came through the walls! ”

The guard snorted and slackened his grip to allow an inch of breathing room, “Of course you did. Little pest that you and your kind are.”

“Wh...what are you…?” A bold question, but since he was sure it was to be one of his last, Aiden saw no reason not to ask.

He wasn’t given an answer, the giant instead lowering him slightly to exit the kitchen and pace down the halls. The scenery whizzed by so fast that it made his head spin, catching a few looks at other giants that were loitering about. Just like the guard, they were similar to the ones he would see in the daytime but...different. The two guards they passed looked to be of the same race of whatever the one holding him was, a noblewoman in a shimmering capelet eyed him suspiciously and he could have sworn her ‘capelet’ flittered before settling back down her shoulders. How had he never seen any of these attributes in the day? Then again, he often viewed the giants in the fortress at a distance and never for very long, they could have all been magically endowed for all he knew. Or, another theory, the ones he was coming across now were merely nocturnal and their more...normal housemates were sound asleep as he typically was while these creatures did their rounds and had their fun.

The wonderment was short lived when the giant shoved his way through a heavy wooden door at the very end of a lesser used corridor. With each step down the spiraling stone staircase, Aiden felt his heart sink just a little lower. The long shadows casting against the walls from the torches mounted to them gave the dank atmosphere an even more sinister vibe, leaving too many unknown things able to hide in the darkness. Even the guard, who did not appear to be an overly friendly fellow to begin with, looked twice as menacing with how the shadows concealed the few human features he did have. Aiden swallowed thickly, unsure of where they were heading but already knowing it wasn’t good.

His hunch was confirmed when the guard entered another hall, one lined with cramped cells that were partially occupied. He tried not to look at them and their fates, not wanting to see what might be awaiting him as well. Likely not, though. He was far too small to shackle and imprison. A different punishment would have to be in store for him. Further down the hall, the dungeon changed its holding cells from ones with iron bars to ones with solid steel doors instead, obscuring whatever poor bastard was locked within. Was that considered a crueler punishment? Perhaps that was where the torturing took place, if such types of creatures indulged in those acts. He saw no reason why they wouldn’t and as a result could very easily imagine himself being thrown in there next.

Fortunately, or not, the guard instead opened another wooden door that was adjacent to several of the isolated cells, coming to stand before another giant sitting at a table. Aiden couldn’t tell what was on the desk or what this new giant was using these unknown things for, but from the jist of it he must have been busy.

“Sir,” the guard holding him said while raising him higher for the presumably important one to see better. “A human has been found within the perimeter.”

The guard, a captain if Aiden were to guess, frowned. “Any others?”

“None that I could sense in the immediate area.”

He sighed and waved his hand. “We’ll do a sweep before daybreak. Who knows the amount of damage it’s done...what it’s taken, what it’s told.” He fixed Aiden with an icy glare that made the poor human try to shrink in on himself.

He wished he could have found a way to defend himself, plead his case, but his voice was nowhere to be found now. All cowardliness and no self preservation.

“And how shall I dispose of this one, sir?” The guard asked and Aiden paled. Dispose!?

The one in charge shrugged a shoulder and resumed what he was doing previously, fiddling with tools and books and papers for one reason or another. “Put it on lunch duty. Give the lizard another rat to keep him busy.”

Aiden didn’t quite follow the logic of the order. Lunch duty didn’t sound half as bad as being disposed of. The ‘lizard’ was news to him, but regardless the guard nodded at his order and left the office back down the corridor of steel doors. He wasn’t sure if he should speak up and ask for clarification while he mulled over his rather lenient sentencing, doubtful the giant would even regard him. From the looks of disgust and distrust he had been given numerous times in the short span of time he had been discovered, he could gather that his presence was an unwelcome one, though why he was still unsure. Evidently, he was going to be put to work and he could most certainly live with that. Earn his keep, he reasoned. Give rats to lizards or something. Would these rats and lizards be the same kind as the ones back on his homeworld down below or would they be to scale with the giants? Another question he should probably speak aloud before he got in over his head.

Or, at least, he would have asked, had a wad of cloth not been jammed into mouth hard enough to make his jaw click uncomfortably. He gagged, trying to shove the offending material out with his tongue, but it was packed into his cheeks too tightly to budge. A different material, a thin rope, was quickly wound around his chest to pin his arms to his sides before wrapping further down to bind his ankles. It had happened in the flash, the guard giving him no warning or reasoning for the sudden confinement, but it wasn’t as if Aiden could offer up much protest now that it was all said and done. He was completely immobile, spun up like a fly in a spider’s web. The guard had done it with such efficiency that it must be something similar to a routine for him by now which did not bode well. In a last ditch effort to save his hide from whatever...this was, he looked up at his captor with wide, pleading eyes, begging for just a shred of sympathy or at the very least an explanation of what was about to happen.

All he was met with was the same cold, violet eyes as all the other giants he had come to pass. Equally cruel and indifferent. And it was then he understood, as he was being roughly shoved through a hand slot at the base of one of the sturdy metal cell doors, that he was not the one who was meant to be delivering the meals during “lunch duty”. He was the meal. He was the rat, which meant the lizard was…

Aiden wriggled as best he could manage in his position until he was able to roll onto his back and get a good look around the cell. It was massive to him, but compared to the size of the giants he could tell it was rather cramped. Dark and depressing, much like one would expect a lonely prison cell to be, with the scattering of tiny bones and grime along the stone walls. His breathing quickened as he tried to tell just what type of origin the gnawed remains had been, however it was too difficult to tell at this distance in such gloom lighting. Perhaps that was for the best, giving his brain a little boost of reassurance that maybe they weren’t all human bones, that this wasn’t a common fate most of his kind befell when they made the same foolish mistake of invading where they clearly did not belong.

Trying to avoid the glare of bones only worsened his situation tenfold when he turned his head and was met with what was, obviously, the lizard as previously mentioned. Well, partially a lizard? More human-looking than lizard just going off a quick glance which led Aiden to believe the nickname was meant to be a derogatory term for whatever species it was. It...he? Yeah, he was kneeling on the floor, not by choice, but rather due to the shackles that bound him at the wrist and was tethered to the floor with a pitifully short chain. The clothes he wore reminded him of something he might have caught a few nobles wear given the level of craftsmanship and hand woven designs. It was a shame they were soiled now in what he could only assume was sweat and dirt, how he hoped that was dirt. The prisoner picked his head up when he heard the food slot screech open and shut, waiting for any other sound before sighing at the responding silence.

The chain jingled as he shifted to reposition himself into something a little more comfortable, Aiden now catching sight of the black nails that blended into scales littering the back of his hand when he flexed his fingers. A tail briefly flicked into view before concealing itself behind him once again. As the human let his gaze trail further up his face, fully prepared to see another hateful glare burning a hole through his weak soul, he couldn’t help but notice another spattering of black scales along his cheekbones and down his neck, presumably up to his eyes as well, but...well, he couldn’t tell. Not when there was a tattered, red cloth tied around his head, effectively blinding the sense. He wondered if this was an ailment the giant already had or if this was another part of his punishment, curious if he even had any eyes still in their sockets beneath the shoddy wrappings. Whatever the case was, the “lizard” obviously couldn’t see him and Aiden was unable to alert him to his presence with the gag shoved down his throat, leaving them at an awkward stalemate.

A stalemate that lasted all of two seconds before the giant wrinkled his nose and frowned. “The hell kind of rodent is this…? ” he muttered to himself.

So much for not knowing he was there. With great effort, Aiden twisted his body until he was able to turn on his side, trying to push himself up into a sitting position. He froze when the giant started to move as well, pointed ears twitching in response to the light scuffling he was making against the floor to pinpoint his location. Despite one of his senses being dulled, it was evident his remaining ones were still working in perfect order, maybe even heightened to compensate for the lack of vision.

“Another live one,” he sighed, fingers flexing again, “Sorry about this little buddy. I don’t like live prey any more than you like being it, I’m sure, but, well…”

That was the only warning Aiden had before the giant lunged, teeth snapping an inch in front of his frozen body. From this close, he could see the needle-thin fangs previously hidden behind a grimace and instantly wanted to be far, far away from them. His only saving grace was the short lead the other had on his cuffs, preventing him from pushing off any closer and cutting him off just shy of his prize for the time being. He growled in annoyance at having missed the offered prey, pulling back to realign himself for a better pounce.

“Come on, just make this easy for the both of us,” the giant huffed.

Oh, absolutely not. No, no, no. No, this was not how Aiden wanted his adventure in the skies to end. Fuck the adventure, he wanted to go home and he wanted to do so alive and in one piece. Being ripped to shreds was not a fate he ever envisioned for himself. He wasn’t going to die like some...some rat!

The giant was inching closer, moving along the side as much as the chain would allow to get a better angle. It didn’t matter whether he ensnared the tiny between his claws or teeth or even batted its little corpse within reaching distance with his tail, so long as he was able to get a hold on its fresh flesh one way or another. Desperately, Aiden began to rock back and forth to shimmy his body across the floor, painstakingly putting centimeters of distance between them that the giant was able to make up in a single shuffle. When the chain pulled taunt again, the human rolled to the side and narrowly missed the clamp of teeth once more, hot breath blowing against his back and covering his body in goosebumps. Undeterred, however, the giant followed his scent that was so tantalizingly close and moved his body in unison with Aiden’s. With another bite, he was able to find purchase on the ropes that burned against his arms and sunk his fangs in what he supposed was meant to be an animal's tender flesh.

Aiden had tried to avoid the attack but simply could not scramble away quick enough, his only luck being that he was just far enough that the gnashing teeth only managed to puncture through the fibers of rope rather than his actual skin. He was lifted into the air when the giant pulled back, kicking and thrashing to the best of his ability against the hold. The humid air blowing on the back of his head made him nauseous now, only able to envision how the feeling would quickly be enveloping him entirely when he was thrown back and swallowed down the creature’s gullet. With one, final twist, Aiden prayed his limited strength would be enough to somehow dislodge himself from the giant’s maw and give him another chance at playing this unbalanced game of chase.

And then the rope snapped.

Having already been sawed and frayed in several places from the giant’s fangs, Aiden’s pull was all it needed to rip apart entirely, sending the human sprawling onto the cold ground. His vision clouded when his head smacked against the stone, ironically thankful for the wad of cloth in his mouth or he most certainly would have lost a few teeth. Without a doubt, he was going to have a nasty bruise coloring the majority of his right side in the near future, the ache still pulsing with every wheezing breath he tried to gain back. While the stars faded from his eyes, he watched distantly as the giant curiously grinded the material in his mouth before dropping it. He pursed his lips in confusion, expecting raw meat and the rush of blood rather than some scratchy coils of what almost tasted like hide.

“Gods, what even is this,” he cringed.

Me , Aiden wanted to cry out, it’s me, it’s a human!

The giant’s hang up with his unusual meal faded into resignation much sooner than Aiden would have liked. He was hardly to blame, though, if he had been given nothing but live pests to blindly hunt down without the use of his full mobility for an undetermined amount of time. They were in a similar boat, really. Creatures trapped in a home they had no business being in, trying to survive on what little scraps were thrown their way. The human sorely wished he hadn’t been relegated into the scraps category, but there was little he could do about that now. Knowing his prey had a pretty straight forward drop, he moved again with an open mouth to seal the foreign creature’s fate.

The sight of teeth rushing to greet him was exactly the adrenaline rush Aiden’s body needed to get moving again, much more successfully this time now that he had arms to push up with and legs to carry him a greater distance. As much as he would have loved to have sprinted to the other side of the cell, even find another crack to slip through if fate would feel the desire to be so kind to him today, he only managed to stumble a few feet out of the immediate danger zone before tripping over himself. His right leg screamed in agony from the second fall, a sign of something being sprained somewhere he was sure. He wanted to scream out loud as well had it not been for the gag. The gag he realized he could take out now. Unsure of how useful his last words would even be, the human ripped the wad of cloth out of his mouth in a frenzy while the giant prepped himself for another attack. If anything, at least Aiden could find catharsis in leaving some sort of statement about himself behind for someone to hear, even if it was just confirmation of his fool heartedness.

“Stop!” Aiden yelled, voice raw and itching his throat like it hadn’t been used in ages rather than half an hour. “Please, stop! G-get away! ”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting the giant to do as a result, but one thing was clear and it was that he most certainly wasn’t expecting his meal to say anything. He reeled back like he had been physically struck by those words, if his eyes were visible he was sure they would be as wide as serving platters. It was almost comical how he stumbled back, the menacing creature suddenly so fearful of a tiny vermin it was trying to consume moments prior, mouth agape as he tried to process what was going on without being able to actually see it.

“You...did you just, oh my gods,” he gasped. While he was glad he was being spared for the time being, the giant’s nervousness did little to quell the anxiety that had been brewing in Aiden’s heart since the moment he came upon this accursed land.

“Ple-please…” Aiden whimpered, suddenly drained physically and emotionally from the whole ordeal and settling to just drag himself any extra distance he could away from his unofficial death penalty. It was a pathetic display, but on the bright side, one he wouldn’t be mocked for. “Don’t h-hurt me…”

The giant shifted again, hesitant, closer , and Aiden braced himself for the final bite to end it all.

“You can talk!? ”

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years ago

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Prompt: tony can’t get enough of Steve’s strength and Steve loves it bc he’s still quite self conscious of his body? 💚

I realized halfway through writing this that you probably meant for a canon-compliant fic, but I was already so deep into the worldbuilding for this little science fiction fic (seriously, you don't even know how much unnecessary worldbuilding I did) so I kept with it

Also on ao3 here!

“Steve!” Tony hollers through the communicator. Steve glances up from the board game he’s playing with Natasha and Clint and over at where the communicator hangs from the ship’s wall. He still doesn’t really understand the technology behind the communicators even after a year of being awake, but they’re hung all over the Avenger’s Shieldand he won’t deny that they’re useful.

“I’m here,” he says at a normal volume, knowing that JARVIS will easily pick up what he’s saying and transmit it to Tony. Tony’s just being loud because he’s always loud and because he’s down in the engine room of the ship with all its noises from the conversion of stardust into energy.

“Great! I need your muscley goodness down here like yesterday.”

Steve hides a smile and stands, passing his pieces off to Clint, who’s losing worse than either Steve or Natasha. “Here, you can have mine. Not sure how long I’ll be down there.”

Clint’s eyes narrow and Steve tries not to fidget under the cybernetic enhancements. When he went into the ice nearly three hundred years ago, mankind didn’t even dream of space travel, at least not realistic space travel, and now they’ve got colonies on galaxies as far away from their own, it makes his head spin. Humans have peace treaties with over two thousand alien civilizations. And mechanical body enhancements, meant to augment humans for travel and work and sometimes sheer entertainment, are as common as breathing. But Steve, with his serum-induced enhancements, is somehow still the odd one out.

“You know,” Clint says, “you don’t have to help him out if you don’t want to. Tony means well but that doesn’t mean he can’t be abrasive sometimes.”

“I don’t mind,” Steve says truthfully. Everyone else on this ship seems to dance around his non-cybernetic enhancements—and around the fact that he’d been frozen in the ice caps, now stretching as far south as Florida, for three hundred years—but Tony never once seemed to care. He’s thrilled about Steve’s enhancements—no one else on the ship is quite as strong as Steve is, not since Thor joined the crew of the Milano—both because of what Steve can help him with and because of what the serum means for scientific advancement, though Steve hasn’t let Bruce or Yinsen take any of his blood yet.

He heads down into the belly of the ship, pausing once at one of the portholes to look out at the stars flashing by them. It still amazes him that humans have achieved all of this (and horrifies him that they achieved this but left their own planet behind).

Tony’s “lair” (as Clint calls it) is located at the very bottom of the ship. It’s here that Tony holds his court, making sure that the engines that run the ship are still intact and running smoothly, tinkering with other projects that the other crewmembers give to him, and designing improved systems for the Shield, whether that’s comms, mechanical, or even medical. Tony does it all. According to Natasha, Tony, who’s one of the few nonhumans on the ship, was once a member of high society on his home planet, Aur’a, but left it all behind to join the Shield and travel the galaxy.

Steve opens the door and is immediately met with a wave of heat. It’s always hot down here. Tony says it’s because of the celestial energy, that stars run so hot that even residue energy is still too hot for unenhanced humans to handle. Fortunately, neither Steve nor Tony are unenhanced, and Steve would be willing to bet that the reason it’s so hot in the engine room today is because Tony is working with raw stardust.

The copper pipes running the room are too close to avoid bumping into for someone as large as Steve, so he doesn’t even bother trying to avoid them, letting them brush against his skin as he follows the sound of Tony humming. When he’d first joined the crew, he’d been worried about Tony complaining that Steve couldn’t move around the engine room without knocking something over, but Tony has never once complained, only just made easygoing jokes about bulls in china shops and told him that the pipes are built to withstand forces a lot stronger than Steve. It had gone a long way toward helping him feel comfortable in the space and now he spends a lot of time down here, talking with Tony about the mechanics of the ship, even though a lot of it goes over his head.

He ducks underneath one of the pipes and rounds a corner to find Tony sitting on a bench, carefully chipping at a speck of stardust on the benchtop in front of him. Tony once told him that it only takes a miniscule amount of stardust to power the ship for an entire week, which is good because stardust is difficult to mine. Tony’s goggles are perched on top of his nose, giving him an owlish appearance. Steve finds it adorable, but he waits until Tony is done with the chisel before walking over to drop a kiss on top of his hair.

The rest of the crew doesn’t know that they’ve been seeing each other for a month. After their first kiss, Steve had asked if it would be okay to keep it quiet a little longer. Steve’s brain is still firmly convinced at times that they’re in the forties, so the idea that he can date a man and have it be as accepted as dating a woman is still a little foreign to him. Tony had been more than accommodating though, which is only one of the reasons Steve loves him so much.

“Oh!” Tony exclaims, clearly startled. “Didn’t realize you were already here.” He turns, pushing his goggles up to his hair. “Did you get even more muscley since the last time I saw you?”

“Tony, you saw me this morning,” Steve says amusedly.

“Right you are, Capsicle, but I still stand by what I said,” Tony shoots back with a cheeky wink. He runs his hands over Steve’s biceps, making a low purring sound under his breath. Steve just barely manages to hear it over the sound of the engines, and it makes him smile.

Sometimes, he still feels self-conscious about his size. Spending most of his life looking and feeling one way only to change in only seconds had been disorienting, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to get used to his size before he’d been thrown into the war and then frozen in the ice. Tony’s always good to talk to though when he needs someone to remind him that this is okay, that he isn’t taking up too much room just by existing. Somehow, he always manages to get to the heart of Steve’s insecurities and allay them.

He indulges in Tony’s warm touch for a little longer before asking, “So what did you need me for?”

Tony perks up, spinning on his heel and picking up the speck of stardust with his bare hand. “I need your help opening the converter door so I can toss this in. Something must have gotten damaged during the battle with the Hydra’s Scales, because it’s not opening for me.”

“Huh,” Steve says, following Tony through the warren of copper pipes toward the energy converter. He has no idea how Tony knows where he’s going without a map. Steve still sometimes needs a map and he’s lived on this ship for a year. “That’s not something you can fix?”

“Not with what I’ve got on ship. I’ll ask Fury if we can stop in Knowhere later this week. They’ve probably got what I need.”

“Wow, Tony Stark admitting he can’t jury-rig a solution from his lab. Hell must have frozen over,” Steve comments, grinning when Tony turns to scowl at him.

“You shut your mouth,” Tony growls.

“Or what?”

Tony’s eyes turn dark and heated. He slinks closer to Steve, runs his fingers up Steve’s chest, and purrs, “Or I’ll shut it for you.”

Steve’s brain shuts down. “Uh…”

“But not right now,” Tony says abruptly, tweaking Steve’s nipple through his shirt. He spins back around and marches off, leaving Steve floundering in his wake. He gapes after him for a second before hurrying to catch up.

“You,” he says, carefully bumping Tony’s shoulder with his—he doesn’t want Tony to drop the stardust after all—“are a menace.”

“That’s me: mechanic and professional menace,” Tony says cheerfully.

They stop beside the energy converter. Steve can immediately see what Tony means by there being something wrong with it. The converter is made out of some sort of transparent material—Steve doesn’t know what—so he can see right in to where something is twisted in the converter itself, partially fusing the door shut. Even Tony, with all his abilities as an Aurum, can’t reach into an active energy converter without burning his hand to ashes, and the converter has to stay active or they’ll be dead in space, so they’ll have to stop somewhere where he can make the necessary repairs.

“See?” Tony says. “I need someone who can muscle that open for me.”

“Well, I’ve definitely got muscles.”

“Mmm, yes you do,” Tony murmurs. Steve wonders if Tony’s thinking about the same thing he is: that time he pinned Tony to the walls of their shared bunk and—well, now’s not the time to be thinking about that.

He grabs onto the wheel and wrenches it to the left. Tony sure hadn’t been kidding; the wheel doesn’t budge at all. He applies more of his strength, muscles bulging. Under the squeal of metal, he hears Tony’s breath catch, and he grins saucily at him. Tony sticks his tongue out and gestures at the wheel again.

“Come on, Captain Crunch. Put your back into it.”

Steve, having no idea what Captain Crunch is supposed to be a reference to, makes a mental note to ask Tony about it once they’re done here. For now, though, he uses all of his strength and slowly—so slowly—the wheel turns, protesting the entire way. Eventually, he gets it open, letting another blast of heat into the engine room. Tony tosses the stardust in. It flares in the heat of the converter, setting off beautiful gold and purple sparks. Steve closes the door. It closes a lot easier than it opened. Tony hums thoughtfully at it.

“Well, that narrows things down,” he says, once the door is fully closed.

“What, that it was easier to close than it was to open?”

“Mmhmm. Only a few things that could be. Probably need to tell the One-Eyed Pirate though that we have to stop on Xandar instead of Knowhere. I don’t think Fujikawa will have what I need. Steve, don’t let me forget to tell Fury the course change.”

“Got it.”

“And thanks, by the way. Definitely couldn’t have done it without you.”

Steve glows at the praise. Maybe it’s silly, but it’s nice to be reminded that even in this oversized, clumsy body out of time, he’s still able to do some good. “Happy to help,” he says honestly.

They head back to Tony’s little work area, Tony eagerly chattering on about the project he’s working on for Natasha. Steve listens, fingers itching for the drawing tablet he’d left in the galley with Natasha and Clint. Tony is lovely when he’s animatedly talking about his inventions. Steve has half a dozen folders saved on his tablet, filled with nothing but different poses of Tony.

Tony leans up against the workbench and pulls Steve in, looping his hands around his neck. “Now, where were we earlier?” he hums, eyes dark.

“Careful,” Steve warns, bracing himself with hands on either side of Tony’s body. “I might crush you.”

“You might,” Tony agrees, though he doesn’t sound concerned at all. “And I might like that. All that coiled strength pinning me down? Oh, honey, yes.” He shivers, a small delighted smile curling his lips up.

“You just like me for my body,” Steve accuses. It isn’t the truth and he knows that. Tony loves him for many reasons; Steve’s strength is only one of them. But it’s fun to tease his lover and Tony is always happy when he does. He frequently worries that Steve is too serious.

“Yes, darling, that’s exactly it.” Tony kisses him lightly. Steve lets himself lean into Tony’s body a little more, grinning when Tony shudders against him.

He pulls away, tucking his head against the curve of Tony’s neck. “Thank you,” he breathes. He doesn’t know how Tony always knows when Steve is feeling self-conscious about his body, but he somehow does and he always comes up with something that’ll help.

Tony strokes his hair. “Anytime, darling. Anytime.”

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frenchbreads-writing · 4 years ago

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In This Life And The Next|{Bakugou Katsuki}

I just read this over and I think its so bad lmao but your wish is my command here you go

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Male Reader

Words: 875

Warning(s): Angst, injuries, blood, death (will there be a good ending tho? <3), little to no editing (basically the first draft)

Requests: Closed

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You and Katsuki had hidden your relationship. It was frowned upon to fall in love with someone from a warring clan especially when the one you had fallen in love with was the same gender as well as the next in line to become head of the clan.

The two of you were only able to show your affection in small moments in the dead of night when the people of your respective clans had fallen asleep.

The two of you would sneak away somewhere away from the prying eyes of your families and just exist in each other’s presence.

“K-katsuki.”

You pitifully whimpered as you dragged yourself closer to your lover.

Katsuki raised his head and watched as you slumped unable to continue.

You reached out to him.

He stared for a moment before shifting and with a grunt he reached out to place his hand on top of yours.

The night before the battle, you had gifted Katsuki a necklace with an intricately carved dragon hanging from it and proposed that the two of you run away during the battle and spend the rest of your lives together.

And he accepted, prepared to flee and start a life with you without the pressure of leading an entire clan and hiding who he was.

Now, the two of you were lying in the middle of a battlefield splintered shields and shattered swords littered the ground around you along with the bodies of allies and enemies alike.

Unable to move you watched as blood from your fatal wounds slowly seeped into the dirt beneath you.

You looked into his teary eyes, saddened by the fact that you were unable to wipe his tears away.

You squeezed his hand as much as you could.

Katsuki coughed up blood that splattered on the ground in front of him. Watching that broke your heart.

“K-katsuki listen to me.”

He opened his hazy eyes to meet yours.

“Whatever happens, know that I love you.”

“I love you too (Y/N).”

More tears fell from his eyes as he saw the tears start streaming down your face.

You gripped his hand with all of the strength that you could muster and he did the same.

“Please, Katsuki, promise me, that even though our time has come to an end here, we will find each other again in our next lives, no matter how long it takes.”

Katsuki sobbed as he felt his grip slowly begin to weaken and black dots start to fill the edges of his vision.

“I promise! My heart and soul belong to you, in this life and the next.”

You and Katsuki smiled and quietly giggled at each other.

Your giggles evolved into full blown laughter.

Now, under the scorching heat of the summer sun, your blood pooling around your bodies, the two of you laughing weakly, hanging on to the last few moments you had left with each other and thinking about your promise to each other the night before the battle.

And as the light faded from the both of your eyes there wasn’t an ounce of fear of dying.

The heads of the two clans stood across from each other. In front of them, they had found their sons smiling and holding hands even after they had perished.

Since then, time had passed and suddenly that battle had been lifetimes ago.

The world was now populated with heroes and villains with quirks.

You were called onto the scene of a large scale villain attack, aiding in the rescuing of civilians as the villain was taken away.

While clearing rubble, the sound of an explosion startled you.

Whipping around you saw a man with ash blonde hair with his back towards you.

He was using his quirk to destroy the rubble so it was easier to clear out.

You’ve never met him but you have heard of him, Dynamight, a hero with an explosion quirk.

The blonde wiped his brow and turned on his heel.

And the two of you made eye contact.

You stared into his ruby red eyes for what felt like hours.

You wondered why you were so captivated by this stranger.

Your eyes lowered until they rested on something on his chest.

A worn down wooden dragon.

It was like you were slapped in the face by memories.

Memories of moonlit kisses and unfulfilled promises.

He was no stranger.

“Katsuki?”

The explosive hero tensed before his gaze softened.

“(Y/N).”

A smile broke out on your face as you sprinted towards him and wrapped your arms around his slim waist and lifting him off the ground.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around your neck and let you spin him around in circles.

You planted him on the ground still holding him close.

“It’s really you.”

Katsuki smirked.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily asshole.”

You just laughed and pressed your lips against his in a tender kiss.

You’ve missed this—no— you missed him.

Katsuki sighed into the kiss expression softening as he held you closer as if afraid you would slip away once again.

Meanwhile, the news channels were broadcasting your reunion live and all of Katsuki’s classmates from UA and his parents were shocked at the raw emotion Katsuki had shown.

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pitterpatterpot · 3 years ago

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Can you wright a prompt with some bickering between Aedion and Fenrys with 183, 184, 186, 190 and 191?

Yes I can!

183. “What did you say?”

184. “Why are you so annoying?”

186. “Don’t ever mention that again.”

190. “Did you do this on purpose?”

~~~

“I want you to know that I entirely blame you for this,” Fenrys hisses, seething. “Out of all the birthdays I’ve had in my long life span, this has got to be the worse. Did you do this on purpose? I mean, I cannot even begin to fathom why you thought this was a good idea.”

“This was Aelin’s idea!” Aedion hisses back, squirming where Fenrys’s elbow digs into his side, their knees knocking. “Your birthday falls on the same week as the harvest festivals. She thought you’d enjoy the horror houses!”

Fenrys glowers. “Maybe I would, if not for the fact that we’re in here thanks to you!”

Jaw tightening, Aedion stares back as best he can in the dim light. The males lock gazes, both equally as frustrated and fed up as the other.

“At least,” Aedion growls, “I didn’t shriek when faced with a child in a sheet and push myself and another person into a closet that locks from the outside.”

“It looked like they were bleeding!”

“It was berry juice and starch! Don’t you have harvest festivals in Wendlyn?”

“We have stalls with treats, we don’t turn everything into a horrific nightmare!”

“Do not disrespect my favourite holiday,” Aedion snaps, jiggling the handle of the small closet they’re strapped in. “Shit. I can’t ram or kick the door with so little space. Can you use any magic?”

“What did you say?” Fenrys scoffs. “Of course I can. Just squeeze behind me, the only way this night could get any worse is if Gavriel kills me for scratching you.”

Snarling, Aedion acquiesces and shimmies as much as he can to stand behind Fenrys. The male presents his hand palm first towards the door, and slams it forward right above the lock. A small tremor passes through the door, both their tea hearing picking up in the lock shaking loose.

“I thought magic didn’t work in iron?”

“It doesn’t. But if you break enough of the wood around the lock and shake it loose a bit, you have guaranteed escape. At least for common doors that aren’t built for imprisonment,” Fenrys grunts, bracing his shoulder against the door and shoving it open. “Yes!”

“Oh, thank the gods,” Aedion sighs, stumbling out after him. “Contained spaces tend to be low on my list of enjoyments.”

“Same here, boyo,” Fenrys mutters, eyes scanning the hallway of Elide’s estate. “So every year different lords and ladies offer their houses to become den of horrors?”

“During the war it became something only a few could afford to do,” Aedion says, grinning as the excited shrieks of children drift towards them. “It’s nice that we were able to organise it on a larger scale this year.”

They begin strolling down the hallway, eyeing the fake cotton cobwebs strung up on the walls and masks pinned on the walls resembling ghouls.

“So aside from the bleeding children,” Fenrys hums, “what other grim surprises are in stall for tonight?”

“Why are you so annoying?” Aedion grumbles. “I was supposed to lead you to the dining room before you jumped out of your skin and locked us in that closet.”

“Don’t ever mention that again,” Fenrys growls, eyes narrowing. “And I’d say that it was a perfectly reasonable response to run away from little ones that looked fucking possessed.”

“Coward.”

“Do not start with me,” Fenrys huffs. “I didn’t even want to celebrate today!”

Aedion eyes him, frowning. Then he grins.

“You know,” the general drawls, slowing his steps, “the others are probably all in the dining room wondering where we are.”

“And?”

“And we have a whole mansion filled with paranormal paraphernalia. What do you say to giving them a bit of a surprise?”

Both wolves stop. And smirk.

~~~

“Where are they?” Aelin hisses, thighs aching from where she crouches behind a chair. “Why aren’t they here?”

“I’m done,” Rowan groans, unfolding from beneath a table. “They got lost. Aedion couldn’t find Fenrys. Fenrys doesn’t want to celebrate his birthday without his brother and this was a horrible idea. Pick a reason.”

“My back hurts,” Gavriel laments, tucked into a corner with Lysandra and Evangeline. “I’m feeling my age. Can I stand now?”

“Ancient warriors my ass,” Aelin grumbles, but nonetheless stands herself, hands poised on her hips. “Someone needs to go find them. Evangeline, you succeed and I’ll give you another sweet.”

The young woman’s eyes light up, as though someone threw a match onto two puddles of sugar-coated gasoline. Already her skin is practically vibrating from the copious amounts of sugar she’s consumed through the day. Hell, through the week.

“Maybe a break from sweets is needed,” Lysandra winces, stopping Evayfrom bolting out the room.

“Agreed,” Lorcan grumbles, huffing where he sits in an armchair, never even pretending to hide.

Elise pops up from behind the chair, lips pursed in concern. “Either they were lost or distracted by the children. I’ll go look.”

Before she can exit the room the door shudders with a bang, everyone turning defensive at the sound. Lysandra bears claws as all the fae in the room growl, Elide palming a small knife as Lorcan rises from his chair. A horrendous howl of pain echoes through the room.

The door swings open, a blood drenched body stumbling in before splattering to the ground. Cries of distress fill the space, growing louder at the red-streaked creature that pounces on Aedion’s bloody body, taking his neck between its jaws and wrenching loose a sticky, pink mass. The monsters body seems to flicker in and out of existence, a morbid spectre. Lysandra shrieks, Gavriel yelling and making a start towards the creature and his sons corpse. Everyone makes to move forward, distraught.

Until Aedion’s corpse starts shaking with laughter. As the spectre- the wolf drenched in red juice- starts licking the sugary sweet syrup of fake blood off him.

“Stop- you- that’s disgusting!” Aedion snorts, attempting to push Fenrys’s muzzle back from where it nudges at his neck.

“Oh my gods,” Lysandra hisses, eyes wide, clenching at her heart.

Gavriel and everyone else in the room groans, slumping into a chair or against each other. Except Evangeline, who cackles wildly.

“Sugar taffy!” She crows, pointing to the sticky pink mass they thought was Aedion’s skin in the low light of the doorway. “Brilliant! Next time you should use extra corn syrup to make it darker, like actual flesh!”

“Atta girl!” Aedion beams, clambering to his feet.

“Idiots,” Lysandra scolds with no bite, whacking his chest. “We nearly killed Fenrys. Look at your poor father.”

Indeed, Gavriel has turned several shades grey, slumped against the corner he was once hiding in, a hand over his face.

“Very clever,” Aelin sighs, kneeling next to Fenrys and wrapping an arm around his thick and furry neck. “But now you have taffy all in your muzzle and fur.”

She receives a lick on the cheek in response. She revolts in horror, everyone else cackling, even Lorcan sporting a grin.

“I just lost fifty years,” Gavriel croaks, closing his eyes. “Fenrys, I nearly killed you.”

A flash fills the room, and Fenrys smirks in his fae form. “Keep dreaming.”

He and Aedion cackle, jabbing each other as they make their way towards the table of food.

“I predicted this,” Rowan grumbles, taking his seat.

“Whatever you say,” Aelin sighs. “Happy harvest festival everyone. And happy birthday, Fenrys.”

The male actually smiles.

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The spooky theme of this fic is thanks to Terrasen’s scary holiday, the harvest festival of Hollows Eve! I like to imagine Fenrys’s first birthday without his brother would be tough. But nothings a better distraction than some terrifying pranks!

#tog #throne of glass #Fenrys Moonbeam #Aedion #Aedion Ashyver #the cadre #ooooooh 👻#Ask #prompt #prompt ask

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witchofthescions · 2 years ago

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As they stood on the beach, with the Garlean delegation getting ready to depart with the good news of their diplomatic arrangements, Ernastral felt like maybe things were starting to look up. Maybe her knee-jerk reaction to Asahi was mistaken. He was just another person with his own things going on in his life, though admittedly "my missing sister has amnesia and doesn't recognize me" was pretty high up on the scale of shitty things to go through. Thankfully she'd never had to go through anything similar before, and hopefully never would.

"I simply cannot leave without first giving thanks to the Warrior of Light for accompanying me through Yanxia," Asahi said, offering Ernastral a friendly-looking smile. He gestured for her to join him, and they stepped away from the main group.

Asahi glanced towards Hien and Yugiri, who were engaged in a quiet discussion, then towards the twins and her fellow Warriors of Light. They were all engaged in their own discussions, and looked to be too busy to pay them much mind.

Once he had confirmation that no one was listening, Asahi's expression twisted into a look of barely-held contempt and rage. Erna flinched and backed up as Asahi leaned in towards her, the rage practically rolling off of him in waves.

"Mark me, savior of the savages," he spat. "There will be a reckoning."

Erna felt the familiar sharp pain of an impending Echo flashback. As her vision faded, she caught Lenar reaching for his head out of the corner of her eye.

Asahi and one remaining soldier were pinned down, surrounded by soldiers from Doma's ill-fated rebellion. There was no hope for either of them, but he was defiant to the last. The samurai raised his sword, ready to deal the final blow... only to be blown away himself by a gust of wind. Asahi turned towards the source and found a hulking man in Garlean armor slowly advancing on the crowd. They charged him, thinking their numbers would protect them.

The armored man seemed to dance around their blades, each swing of his own sword felling them in droves. Until eventually only he still stood. As he watched the destruction this man carved, Asahi felt his heart skip a beat.

"Who... was that?" Asahi wondered, watching as the armored man sauntered off to face Lord Kaien.

"Surely you jest?" his fellow survivor said. "That was Zenos yae Galvus, Legatus of the XIIth—the crown bloody prince! I'd heard he was strong, but that... that was frightening."

Asahi continued to stare after the crown prince, absolutely starstruck.

Erna shook her head as the vision ended, wincing from the residual pain. When her vision came back into focus, she saw Asahi continuing to glare at her with murder in his eyes.

"Everything you are—your power, even your face—it vexes me."

Erna recoiled slightly. Something about his change in demeanor, coupled with her lingering discomfort with the things she experienced in the vision, made her feel very, very unsafe. Suddenly, his expression shifted back to that pleasant little smile of his, though this time she could see how fake it really was. His mouth smiled, but she could still see the rage hiding behind his eyes.

"Go on," he urged. "Lash out like the beast you are. At an emissary. And jeopardize the newfound peace between Doma and the Empire."

Erna took another step back, arms held tight against her chest. She shook her head. I think you're projecting there, sir emissary.

Her reaction didn't seem to help Asahi's mood much. The corner of his mouth twitched, his pleasant facade threatening to slip again. Erna saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and when she glanced towards it, she saw Gohnoh'a approaching. His red eyes were sharply focused on Asahi, and he bore an uncomfortably similar look on his face; smiling, but only out of a vague sense of politeness. His gaze implied that some other emotion was boiling just under the surface, though at least his rage was pointed towards Asahi instead of her.

Asahi's gaze followed hers. His time was just about up. "My lord was destined to lead us unto a glorious new age. Your light is nothing to his radiance. I will cherish this moment—lock it away within my heart—until the day we meet again."

He gave Gohnoh'a a brief nod of acknowledgement, but didn't stick around. He turned on his heel and headed over to his docked airship. Once the door closed behind him Erna finally let out a breath, feeling her whole body relax.

"Are you alright?" Gohnoh'a asked, one ear trained on her.

"Yeah," Erna said. "Yeah, I'm... alright."

"You look troubled, my friend," Hien remarked, walking over to her. "Was it something he said?"

The others gathered around her, various looks of concern on their faces. With another sigh, Erna told them what had just happened, about Asahi's little "talk" and the vision she'd seen.

"I saw it too," Lenar remarked.

"Of all the memories to witness," Alisaie muttered.

"I had my doubts about him, but I would never have guessed he was a disciple of Zenos." Yugiri shook her head, a vague look of disgust creeping into her face. She turned to Hien. "My lord—" "Calm yourself, Yugiri," Hien said, raising a hand. "I set no store by him or his enlightened brethren. But if by treating with them there is even the faintest hope we might secure the return of our conscripted brothers and sisters, I must play this game. After the way I risked their lives in the rebellion, I owe them that much."

"My lord, you bear no blame for their fate."

"If not blame then responsibility. They were prisoners and still I chose to fight, knowing they could be executed in retaliation." Hien offered her a smile. "But now we have a chance to bring them home. If it means bargaining with a monster, so be it."

"My lord..."

"Besides," Hien said, flashing Ernastral a cheeky grin, "I think he likes me more. Which is more than some can say."

Erna wrinkled her nose, prompting a hearty chuckle from Hien.

"Cress, Gohnoh'a, did either of you happen to witness the same vision?" Alphinaud asked.

"No, actually," Gohnoh'a said. "Only Ernastral and Lenar seem to have gotten it."

"I suppose we weren't close enough," Cress said, shrugging. "Asahi did get rather uncomfortably close to Erna, after all, and Lenar was a few steps closer than we were."

"It would make sense for there to be some sort of range to Echo visions, I suppose," Alphinaud mused, raising a hand to his chin in thought. "Otherwise you'd no doubt be in the same boat as Fordola, experiencing visions all the time."

"What I want to know is why on earth Asahi chose this precise moment to drop the facade in the first place," Alisaie remarked.

They mused for a moment on Asahi's possible motivations—maybe he thought the ruse no longer necessary, or maybe he was simply overcome by emotion and had a lapse of control. Either way, it was decided that the present Scions would stay in Kugane for the moment, just in case.

#the unending journey (drabbles)#Bloody Sunset (Patch 4.1-4.3)

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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This Is Still Marvel, Right?

Summary- 2.5k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. Deadpool the character from the comics is sitting across from the table from you, real right in front of your eyes. Not only is time travel a thing, but dimension travel is as well, and he is here for a very serious reason. Warnings- swears. Written for @what-is-your-backupplan-today CATFA 10th Anniversary Challenge. Prompts are highlighted.

Masterlist

“You came from where?” Sam questioned with a tilt of his head, arms folded across his chest as he raised a quizzical brow at the man in all red.

“And why the clown suit?” Bucky right next to him asked, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“I’m from the X-Men verse, you know… bald dude in the wheelchair, Wolvie with butter knife hands, we have our own pigeon boy. Not as sweet as your wings though.” Wade said with a sigh. “And we had a Peter, but the winds… god the winds were too strong. I will never forget you Sugar Bear.” He sobbed in his hand a moment, sniffling a moment.

You were thoroughly in shock, your jaw was dropped to the floor as Wade mother fucking Wilson sat in the interrogation chair, one leg crossed over the other, his ankle jiggling as he leaned forward on his elbows, planting his chin in his palms as he made an cooing sound at the two men. “Aww, they are so cute when they are confused, aren't they cute? The cutest little puppies.” He went to boop Bucky's nose, but Bucky reared his head back away from his hand and a whir of his hand closed around Wade's wrist, which caused the masked mercenary to gasp out excitedly.

“THE WINTER SOLDIER ARM, VIBRANIUM UPGRADE. I keep telling Cable he needs this hook up, his isn't nearly as cool as yours. Mister Bucky Barnes Sir, can you sign my suit? I’m a super fan.” the white eyes of his mask widened and you finally managed to close your mouth watching all this.

Whatever this was, you were actually wondering if you weren't in some drugged hallucination right now. Mission gone wrong? You had eaten that turkey sandwich out of the compound fridge, maybe it was drugged and this was someone's payback for stealing their food.

“Come on man.” Sam snapped out, still trying to get a straight answer out of him. Bucky let go of his hand which Wade muttered to himself.

“I'm never washing this hand, not ever.” He cradled it to his chest. “Just wait till I tell Chrome Dome who shook my hand.”

“ANSWERS!” Bucky yelled out and Wade gasped at the outburst. Bucky reached over to grasp the mask and yanked it off, grimacing as Wade's appearance showed. Both Sam and Bucky recovered quite quickly, you were still freaking out in the corner and Wade gave a suggestive wink to the two of them.

“Names Wilson, Wade Wilson. No relation to this saucy stud though.” He eyed Sam up and down with a purr, who scoffed at the sudden attention. “Don't worry, I know that one is crushing on you hard. The chemistry. I won't make a move on you. Winter Soldier though is fair game, eh?” He made a chef’s kiss motion after pointing at you. “So are you two… do you… fondue?” Wade asked, Sam and You looked at each other and made disbelieving faces at one another. “Oh we're not admitting feelings? My bad. I jumped ahead in the comics. So much sexual tension.” Making a donut shape with one hand and a pointer with the other, meshing them together, you could feel your throat close up and Sam’s eyes widen. Bucky was struggling to keep his calm at this point, Sam too. Wade made a motion to stand and get up.

“Do we have any eats here?” He puts his hand on the handle to open the door and a knife flung through the air, landing right next to his face. Wade paused and turned around. “Here I thought this was still Marvel and not Dc. Tony would have offered me a snack by now.” He grumbled while sitting back down. “A falafel, blueberries, I know he likes to snack, I've seen the movies.”

You finally got over your shock and went to sit across from him. “Mr.Wilson…”

He put up a hand. “Pool please, Deadpool. Or Wade. Or you can call me Captain Deadpool. Too much?” He glanced up at Sam and Bucky. “Yea too much, just call me Wade.”

“Wade.” you started again, trying to figure out how to approach this. “We’re confused, because you are a comic book character.” You pulled up your phone and pulled up a screen clip of his movie.

Wade gasped and grabbed at your phone, studying it. “Look at that handsome son of a bitch. I'm so glad they picked Ryan Reynolds for the part, he looks just like me.” He held the phone up next to his face. “He’s so good looking, it's the Canadian genes.” Then handed it back, you tucked it away and he leaned forward to toss what looked like a beat up comic book on the table.

“What’s this?” You question, pointing at it.

“A comic book. You guys are just comic book characters and I'm here to fix your story. What? You seriously didn't know you are comic book characters in another universe?”

“Our story?” You pulled the comic towards you and sure enough plastered on the front was Sam in his Falcon Suit, Bucky with his own gear and you were soaring in the air above slightly out of focus.

“Yes, your story. Listen Cable, you all know Cable right? He's like a moodier you Buckaroo…” The name caused Bucky to growl a bit, but Wade continued without noticing. “... hooked me up with this cool device. Not like those stones you all have, this is some actual batman kind of future fuckery that I got rigged to not just travel back in time. But other dimensions. Whoo... “ He made wiggly fingers. “It's like magic right? Cool.”

You were flipping through the pages as fast as possible, skimming the storyline. Amazingly all of it was there, the mission report Nick Fury brought Sam this morning, you and Bucky sparring and how he pinned you against the mat, the heart to heart about how you two missed Steve.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose while Bucky looked over your shoulder at the comic book. “I'm getting a headache, or I'm losing it. Did I get hit in the head?” Sam rambled a bit and you got to the end of the comic, seeing that the mission Fury had given you three was completed, successfully.

“Says there we did just fine.” Bucky said and you closed it before pushing it towards the center of the table.

“It's not all just fine.” Wade threw up his hands in exasperation and you shook your head so confused.

“Explain it to us Wade.” You grasped the comic again, flipping through it, scanning the pages as quick as you can.

“Go to page 53.” He tapped his finger against the steel table and you did, the panel showing you and Sam standing on a roof top about to enter a building from above and Bucky was shown in another panel scaling a building.

“I don't see it…” you shook your head confused as to what he was talking about and Wade pointed at the bottom, that was just barely in view. A hot dog cart.

“You are here, from another dimension of life… because of a hot dog cart?”

Wade nodded firmly. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, bad things will happen.” His voice lowered, turning shifty. “Spooky stuff… anal stuff.” He shuddered and sat back, staring at the hot dog cart in the bottom of the picture. “If we don't protect that hot dog cart, it causes issues you couldn't even fathom. Another life just poof… what did y’all call it? Spanked out of existence?”

You just automatically corrected him. “Snapped.”

“Spanked sounds better, maybe consider changing it to spanked?”

Sam cleared his throat. “You traveled through dimensions to get here so we could save a hot dog cart? I'm just- trying to keep it all straight. This isn't entirely the weirdest thing I have heard, but it's close.”

Bucky scoffed. “I say this guy needs some help, maybe his brain got scrambled like mine.”

“Nah, I didn't get the mind trip you did. I was tortured by a guy named Francis.” Wade snorted gleefully. “Called himself Ajax, like the dish soap!” Slapping his knee, he busted out laughing heavily, starting to cry.

You rubbed at your face and looked over your shoulder. “I think we should trust him guys. What if what he says is true? We’ve dealt with crazy shit before.”

“You can't be serious Y/N.” Bucky shook his head and Sam looked doubtful. Wade giggled as he wiped a tear from his eye, pointing a finger at you.

“I like you, you're the smart one here I can tell.”

You all turned to Sam who hadn't said anything yet. He sighed and rubbed at his face a bit, before finally saying under his breath. “I'm never going to hear the end of this… Lets take him.”

Wade did a fist pump in victory, leaping up to grab his mask back from Bucky. “X-Force Ass-” You were quick to cover his mouth, leaving the “-emble” garbled.

“He's going to get us killed, Wilson.”

“I said to call me Deadpool or Captain Deadpool.”

“I WAS TALKING TO HIM!” Bucky jerked his thumb at Sam, gritting his teeth while he yanked open the door and left the room. Deadpool followed after him, the next thing you heard was Bucky hollar. “I'm going to kick your ass Prick.”

“Will you? You're making me all excited. Like a fairy making a little girl's wishes come true, I feel like I could fly.”

Then you and Sam heard something loud crack and Wade’s cooing grew fainter. “Nice boots, Tinkerbell!”

You snatched the comic book and stuffed it in your back pocket. “Uh we probably better go stop Bucky. It's pointless for him to try to kill Wade and will just tire himself out.”

Sam opened the door, holding it open for you. “Should we really take that away from him?”

“True and it sounds like Wade is having himself a fan moment anyways and doesn't care.” You stepped out to see Bucky and Wade tangled together wrestling.

Just as the comic stated, You and Sam were able to go in from the top. You could see Bucky below you using rigging to scale the building. Down further below you could see a red dot pushing a hot dog cart down the street well out of harm. Speaking into the comm’s, your wings folded to pull you into a spiral, spinning towards the roof. “Wade’s got the cart moved, and were clear to enter.”

There was a grunt in the comms and Bucky's voice crackled through. “Well damn, I'm glad the hot dog cart is safe… for reasons spanning an entire dimension that we still don't know.”

“Who are we to question it, Bucky? I mean, we’ve seen some pretty strange shit.” You stated as Sam landed next to you, shooting at the door and ducking inside together. “Maybe this is just another one to add to the pile.”

Silence descended on the group as you each made to fulfill the mission. Once the building was clear and the three of you were working on exiting, Wade was waiting on the roof, sitting on the edge eating a hot dog and had three more lined up next to him. “I brought you all lunch, you guys do that sort of thing right? Good Mission? yes I bet. Buckaroo has the happy murder gleam in his eyes.” He took another bite of his hot dog and chewed while studying Bucky closely.

“Don't do that.” Bucky shuddered a bit and Wade proceeded to pop the last bite into his mouth and chewed slowly while rolling the bottom half of his mask down.

“Do what Buckaroo?”

“Stare at me or call me Buckaroo.”

“While eating a hot dog? Only way to properly eat one. I know you love it James. Well my mission here is done.” He pushed off the ledge to give you a hug and handed you a manilla envelope. “This is for you, it explains everything. Toodleloo Kiddies, it was fun knowing you. Oh and if you see Hugh Jackman on the street, tell him his coffee sucks and bitch slap the prick.” He jumped back on the ledge and looked over the edge. “Oh this is gonna kill my knees but this is a true superhero moment. Wait for it…” He gave you all a salute and stepped over, plummeting down. Sam and Bucky rushed the edge, looking over.

You knew better, a superhero landing wouldn't kill him.

“NAILED IT!” you three barely heard, then in a flash of sparks, Deadpool was gone.

“I thought for sure he was going to pancake down there.” Bucky said with a hint of sadness and Sam shook his head.

“We gotta get out of here before we're caught and get this back to Fury.” Sam held up a chip that held the actual intel of the mission.

You silently agreed and together the three of you made your way off the building and back home.

Afterwards once you were back in the tower and changing out of your suit, you glanced at the manilla envelope Wade left you.

Sitting down on the bench, you opened it and peeked in. What looked like another comic book was in there as well as a letter. Pulling out the letter, you scanned it.

~To the Super Duper Trio,

Thank you for believing me. It was crucial. We're not the only comic book verse out there living our lives. Sometimes they cross intersect in ways that I can't explain, go find the wizard, he can tell you more about it. Also ask him to your next party, because he can do the COOLEST TRICKS. But if you take out the comic book enclosed you will see on page 23 there is a hot dog cart as well as a familiar looking dork named Jake Jensen. Alias- Capt Jensen.

Perhaps your Captain is alive in some way, the DC universe having changed him to a loveable, cat hating, Petunias loving, super smart idiot.

Tell Birdman thanks for the vote of confidence, caw caw mother fucker.

Tell Buckaroo he forgot to sign my suit, I will be back. He is my favorite after all.

And what I wanna tell you is take care of those idiots so they dont kill each other.

With Love,

Captain Deadpool

Ps- Yes Cap’s as awkward with women in DC as he was in Marvel.

Pss- Welcome to X-Force! I will be in touch.

You pulled out the comic book and glanced at the cover seeing six people staring down, the title of the comic- The Losers. Flipping to the page, you found a photograph tucked in between the pages, showing another version of the page. One where the street looked demolished and a man lying crumbled by a cart. Also a familiar hot dog cart leaned on its side, demolished.

Setting the picture aside, now you glanced over this panel to see the same man making a show of pulling out a crossbow, the bubble above his head with the words “That’s right, bitches, I got a crossbow!”

The scene didn't really surprise you that much, more like the character now alive in the comic looked just like Steve.

A thinner version, he had facial hair, and the entire get up was never anything Steve would have willingly worn.

But it looked just like Steve Rogers and for the second time that day your jaw dropped.

Maybe Wade Wilson was right, after all…

Nothing was off limits and stranger things have happened.

#this is still marvel right?#amber writes #sweater writes #catfa 10th anniversary challenge #bucky barnes #sam wilson #wade wilson #jake jensen #avengers #deadpool #the losers

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tickle-bugs · 4 years ago

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One of a Kind

@amazingmsme I didn't want to post the thing you sent just because of the minor minor spoilers (I hate that we've lost a grip on spoiler culture on the internet so I am overcorrecting to keep my blog safe!) but what you sent was too goddamn cute. Have an unedited thing I wrote in one go. This takes place in the nebulous, non-existent gap between episode 5 and 6! I still haven't see the finale so....this is canon-adjacent-adjacent I guess. Enjoy!

Spoilers for the Loki series under the cut!

Cataloguing variants had always been time-consuming, but somehow Loki was making it take longer. Mobius knew that Loki should’ve gone through his stack already, especially with his reading speed, but he was just staring at one particular file and huffing at increasing volumes.

Alright, I’ll bite.

“I’d ask what you’re thinking about, but I know you’re gonna tell me.” Mobius thumbed through his file on another Loki, one who’d defected from Thanos in 2012 to join the Avengers. They’d pruned him pretty early. Mobius still regretted not being able to pick his brain for a little while longer.

“These other variants are incredible,” Loki scoffed.

“I agree.”

“I don’t understand it.” He stared at Mobius, brow furrowed, and alright, they clearly weren’t getting any more work done.

“Lokis tend to be extraordinary. It’s kinda a thing with you guys.” Mobius slid his files aside.

“Right, but in comparison, I am at the lower end of the bunch.” Loki frowned, gesturing as if this was a matter of grave importance.

“Okay, you lost me.” He folded his hands on the table and squinted at Loki.

“We have an alligator, an illusionist whose powers dwarfed my own, a child who killed Thor, a President--though I can’t fathom wanting to be a part of the American political system--and an enchantress. Those are the variants that we know about. So why am I here helping you?”

“You’re the best of the bunch.” The simplest and truest answer. Loki didn’t seem to buy it.

Mobius dragged his chair around the table and put it in front of Loki, effectively pinning him against the table--well, he could just stand up and walk away, but Mobius knew he wouldn’t. It was part of their thing.

“What are you doing?”

“Just gettin’ closer.” Mobius slotted his knees between Loki’s and pulled his chair as far in as it could go.

“I can see that. Why?”

“I just wanna be close to you, that’s all.” He gave his best convincing grin. Loki visibly softened.

“Loki, you are a genius with a good heart. You’re here because you are, at least in my book, a hero.” Mobius gave his knee a steady pat. Loki puffed with pride.

“Go on.”

“Wow, you are on a perfect swinging scale of narcissism. From self-deprecating to king of the world in no time flat.” Mobius laughed.

“Thank you.” Loki adjusted his tie, missing or ignoring everything but the word ‘perfect’. Mobius bit his lip on a chuckle--he really shouldn’t inflate an already dangerously-large ego, but Loki needed it, he thought. His confidence was all air, after all--smug posturing designed to fill the void of something genuine. Loki could use genuine, for a change.

He looked Loki up and down slowly, deliberately, and an absurd little idea took root in the back of his mind. It had worked in the Time Cell, so maybe...

“Why are you looking at me like that? Wh--Mobius. Mobius. Stop it.” Loki leaned back as much as he could. Mobius grinned and hovered his fingers just over Loki’s torso, dangerously close. Loki sucked in his stomach, looking frantically between Mobius’s hands and his face.

“This r-really isn’t necessary.” The wobbly smile on Loki’s lips told Mobius the exact opposite.

“Nervous giggler, huh?” Mobius twitched his fingers and Loki jumped.

“No.”

“Perfect! Then you’ll hear what I have to say.” Mobius set his fingers adrift, passing languidly over Loki’s spots but never landing anywhere.

“Sylvie’s my favorite because she’s wild and unpredictable. I can never quite figure out what’s goin’ on in that head of hers, regardless of her being a Loki, and it fascinates me. You know I love my puzzles, and cracking open her head like a walnut has been a real highlight of my career.” Mobius’s fingers over Loki’s knee got the first giggles to bubble out, sweet and fluttery, and it took all of his strength not to chase them down.

“But you? You’re incredible. Quick wit, a quicker knife hand, and a will to survive that I haven’t seen in--” Mobius whistled lowly-- “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. Plus, you’re pretty cute. Or, so I’ve heard.”

“You had me wrapped around your finger when we brought you in. I mean, you could talk a desert into bloomin’.” It was the first time in a few thousand Loki’s that he’d genuinely almost been fooled--something about this one, his Loki, just got to him in a way that the others never could.

“I still have you around my finger.” Loki’s smile and rosy cheeks ignited a gentle warmth in Mobius’s chest. Gentle, rolling chuckles flowed steadily from him, walls completely broken down, and if Mobius could keep one memory forever, it would be this.

“Oh, and that laugh. I’m almost jealous. Literal music to my ears. Y’know, the other Loki’s never laughed like this? It was always this fake, snooty chuckle that used to make my skin crawl.

“But not you. You’ve got this damn beautiful giggle. It’s like the old saying goes: every time a Loki laughs, a puppy is born. Or angels get their wings. A little bit of both.” Mobius let his fingers drift upwards to Loki’s ribs and he whined, pitching forward until his forehead hit Mobius’s chest.

“T-That’s not a thing.” The color on Loki’s face had matured into a wonderful shade of cherry, his voice pinching from the sheer volume of emotion--Mobius could actually see him working through it in real time. Another favorite thing that he could never express aloud--how earnestly and easily Loki wore his emotions.

“He speaks!” Mobius swooped his hands in, never touching but threatening, and Loki yelped around some more giggles.

“Stop it.” Loki swiped at his hands, but even at close range, he couldn’t coordinate enough to catch Mobius.

“You’re right, my bad. It’s rude to keep you waiting.”

“Wh--no, nonono, that’s definitely not what I meant--”

“You make it so easy for me,” Mobius sighed wistfully, seeking out Loki’s trick rib as easy as breathing. Loki shrieked, crumpling in Mobius’s arms, and Mobius held him as he deftly took him apart.

“You are a Loki, alright? There’s no doubt about that. But you’re you, and I like ya. Stop worryin’ about the others.” He wormed his fingers under Loki’s arms, then spidered across the backs of his ribs and up towards his shoulders.

“M-Mobius!”

“Excellent point. You also have me. That’s a pretty big deal--I’m one of a kind, y’know. Limited edition. So there’s that.” His hands found solace beneath Loki's jaw, pulling forth jumpy squeaks between...purrs? Huh. He made a note of it as he scribbled his fingers up Loki’s thigh, dodging swatting hands like a stubborn bug. Loki pulled his knee up to his chest, head tilted back in open-mouthed laughter, and Mobius followed him.

“Who’s got an ego now?” Loki smirked, eyes crinkled, and Mobius summoned his best dramatic gasp.

“You take that back!”

#my drabbles #marvel #loki #ticklish!loki #mobius m mobius #writing them as super affectionate but not having them kiss...schrodingers lokius #lokius is super cute though and im starting to get into it now! feel free to tag this as ship if you'd like but it isn't expressly romantic #but it could be if you squint #its just up to you to squint if you wanna see it #no proofreads no edits we die like overcaffeinated writers who are avoiding other tasks by writing #sorry for the abrupt end on this but it just felt right #edit: linked my other loki fic for context at a certain part....realized i referred to it on accident

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intergalacticwanderer · 4 years ago

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(I hadn’t planned on writing a follow up to this fic, but I kept thinking about what would happen next and therefore this happened.)

It was later in the day when Beau finally caught up with Kingsley again, hangover mostly gone and jobs winding down on the ship. Things had proceeded as normal that morning outside of the initial outburst, but as the day went on Beau had noticed Kingsley getting quieter and quieter, already unusual on its own but downright concerning after what had happened last night and this morning. She had no idea what was even running through the tiefling’s head right now, but based on what he’d yelled right after waking up? It was probably an unholy mess. Just trying to sort it out made her head hurt, and it wasn’t even her head.

She really hoped he could be okay, at least.

“Hey,” Beau said as she came up next to Kingsley at the edge of the ship, resting her forearms on the rail and looking over at him. He didn’t acknowledge her at first, continuing to stare out at the ocean and arms crossed as he leaned on the rail. She waited. If he wanted to talk, he would, and if not, she could at least give him some company.

It was around six minutes before Kingsley finally spoke up.

“You know,” Kingsley said, voice soft and a little rough from disuse, “for as much shit as I give you, we make a pretty good fighting team. It went better than the last time like that at least.” He reached up and rubbed at the scar on his chest and Beau’s heart clenched.

Jumping right into it it seemed. Shit.

“You remember that?” If he was going to jump in she might as well too, but her stomach still lurched at that particular memory. Memories which he apparently had now too, with no warning what so ever. No wonder he’d been so quiet today.

“Yeah. I-I think so.” His hands were shaking slightly. “Remembering’s pretty different than reading your book.”

He threw his hands up in the air. “And I know we've had plenty of times fighting bad guys together. That was just the first time I've been...” He trailed off, seemingly unable to finish the thought out loud. Instead he just huffed, going back to the rail.

“How you holding up? That’s... a lot, man.” Understatement of the year, but how do you even start to address something like that? (Something niggled at her, that there was more to it than remembering dying, but she couldn’t quite place it. She put a pin in the thought for later.)

“Honestly?” He scrubbed at his eyes for a few moments before dragging his hand down his face. “No fucking clue. And... yeah. It’s a lot.” Kingsley blew out a long breath and then groaned, planting his elbows on the rail and burying his face in hands. “This sucks.”

“You got that right.”

Beau let him have another few minutes, watching as some seabirds wheeled overhead in the afternoon sky and a few wispy clouds drifted on the horizon. At one point Fjord caught her eye from another part of the deck and he almost came over but she waved him off, not wanting Kingsley to have to deal with too many people at once. Eventually Kingsley shifted to prop his chin on his hand and Beau decided she'd be the one to break the silence this time.

“Do you remember anything else? Besides-” she gestured to the scar on his chest- “that?” His reactions this morning implied that he did, but it'd be better to hear it from Kingsley himself. He glanced over, straightening up and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Some? A lot? It’s hard to tell when I don't know how much there is to begin with. It... matches what Yasha's told me at least.”

Beau’s heart rate sped up a little. Those comments he’d made this morning about suddenly having two names, about possibly making Molly his middle name now, she forced herself to actually look at that. That niggling thought she’d had earlier got stronger.

“Anything in particular you’re wondering about?” Maybe a bit on the leading side, but probably harmless (and she really wanted to figure this out). She leaned forward a little.

Unfortunately for her, Kingsley picked up on her weird vibe and gave her a confused squint, leaning back the same distance. Fuck. So much for harmless.

“Nnnooo? What the hell are you on about?”

“Nothing! Just curious.” That just made him squint at her even harder. Ugh, Dairon would have given her so much shit for this, she wasn’t used to trying to interrogate a friend. A second later Beau realized the ‘interrogate’ part was the problem and she forced herself to relax. She was here to try and help her friend out. And fuck, why did he have to look so much like a kicked puppy when he was upset? That should have been illegal. She let out an exasperated noise.

“Okay, fine, seeing you so quiet and moody is fucking weird. And I wanted to find out what was up.” There. She’d said it.

“Nice to know I usually have the emotional depth of a teacup,” he deadpanned.

“Oh fuck off. You know what I meant.”

Kingsley cocked his head, just staring back as she glowered and eventually he shrugged. “Alright. What is it?”

“Something’s obviously eating at you.”

“And?”

“Captive audience if you want to rant a bit.” Kingsley raised an eyebrow at the captive part and Beau rolled her eyes. “Not literally. I'll still listen.”

“You? Willingly listening to me?” Back to being an asshole. And an obvious attempt to deflect if she’d ever seen it.

“Yeah. Shocking.” She didn't move, the wind blowing a few stray hairs around her face and Kingsley’s hair tossed about as well while he thought.

“How about this.” He crossed his arms. “You guys going to treat me differently now that I remember stuff from Molly?”

Beau froze.

She wanted to say ‘of course not.’ She should say of course not. But she still remembered that morning, when confronted with yelling purple teifling and memories of the death match fresh in her head, she’d called him Molly.

“Not unless you want us to.” The wind picked up a little and she rubbed at her arms, trying to chase away the gooseflesh. Beau wasn’t sure if it was just the wind.

Kingsley gave her a flat look, red eyes unblinking. “Really.”

“Yes, really. You’re our friend. You.” She hoped that was the right thing to say at least.

“So you guys weren’t disappointed at all when you got me?” He looked at her while leaning his back against the rail, arms still crossed and tail lashing back and forth. Beau suddenly remembered that even if he'd never reached the uncanny level that Caduceus was at, Molly had still been surprisingly good at reading people. And, apparently, Kingsley was too. Fuck.

She sighed and looked down. It felt crappy to admit, but she had to be honest. “Yeah, that'd be a bit of a lie. Still wouldn't justify taking it out on you though.” Her fingers dug into her upper arm. “What matters is who you are now. Trying to force you to be someone you don't want to be is just shitty.” She looked back up at him.

A few more connections came together in her head. She had to know.

“Do... you still consider yourself and Molly to be two separate people, now that you have the memories?” Beau knew as soon she said the words out loud that she’d finally hit on the crux of the issue and Kingsley outright flinched. She mentally scrambled backwards. Shit fuck shit- “You don't have to answer,” she added on quickly, “it's not my business.”

Kingsley hugged himself tightly, looking down and tail coiled around his leg. She felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

"I don't know," he said, so quietly that Beau almost missed it. He didn’t look up.

“You don’t have to,” she said. “It’s okay to not know. And like I said it’s none of my business.” (And yet she’d still asked the question. Great job, Beau.)

“It’s just-” He let out a frustrated noise. “This morning, right after I woke up, with all the yelling?” His heel tapped on the deck, jittery. “I was him, mentally. Probably why it didn’t bother me then. But then of course I had to have a bunch of time to fucking think.” Kingsley hunched over a little, looking smaller. “Now it just scares the shit out of me.”

There it was. The answer to why Kingsley had been so out of it all day, and all it did was make her feel like a nosy asshole.

Beau let out a shaky breath, taking another moment to look at the ship around them. For better or worse they were completely alone right then, save for a couple of the seabirds still flying over head. Think. What could she say right now that might be able to help? She’d just exposed some terrifying personal bullshit on accident, so... maybe she could let him see some of her own personal bullshit? Even the scales a little.

“I know it’s not really the same situation, but...” Inhale, exhale. It was okay to talk to him about this. “I’ve talked to you about my shitty dad before, right?”

Kingsley nodded. “Yeah, I know about the shitbag. Still think he could use some extra stabbing.”

Beau couldn’t help but smile a little at that. They really were all ride or die for each other.

“Not gonna disagree with you. The reason I bring him up is-” She sighed. “Main problem he had is he wanted me to be someone I’m not. So focused on the ‘should have been’ and the idea in his head that he ignored the person right in front of him. Well. Still payed enough attention to be awful.” Kingsley was quiet, listening, and Beau gathered the rest of her thoughts.

“Guess what I’m trying to say is I know how awful expectations like that can be. And that’s the last thing I’d want to do to you, okay? And I’ll fucking deck anyone who does that.”

“Even if that person is me?”

What.

Beau was left speechless for a moment, completely unprepared for that response. That was. What??? “Okay, you’re gonna have to explain that one to me. The fuck?”

He shrugged. “Are you gonna deck me? For having unreasonable expectations about myself?” The end of his tail tapped against his boot and Beau just stared at him. “That sounds like what you’re saying.”

“That’s not what I fucking- ugh!” She gave a frustrated tug at the hair on the top of her head, some of it coming out of her hairstyle. “What I’m trying to say you asshole is that the only thing that matters is who YOU want to be and that’s the end of it! Fucking hell!” Her words caught up with her and Beau deflated a bit. “Ahhh shi- fuck-” her face screwed up. “I’m sorry. That came out completely wrong. Sorry. Shit!” Why did she have to be so bad at this?

“N-nah, I get it,” Kingsley said, looking away and cheeks flushing. “And I was pretty shit with what I was trying to say too.” He scratched the back of his head. “And, uh, thanks. For saying that. Really.”

He leaned back, propping his elbows on the rail behind him and hair partially falling in his face. “I guess what I was trying? To say? Is that other people aren’t the issue for me. It’s my own head that’s the mess.” He sighed.

“I like being me, you know? I’m happy. But...” He went quiet again, chewing on his lip.

“But?”

He looked directly at her.

“What the hell am I supposed to do when I can’t even tell what ‘me’ is?”

Just hearing that made her go cold.

“That’s... fuck, dude.”

“You think?” He lurched up and started pacing next to the rail, Beau watching as he went back and forth, tail swishing side to side and one hand gesturing, the other tangled in his hair. “I went to bed as Kingsley Tealeaf, that’s me. Fine, dandy! Then last night we fight in a death match, and there? Mollymauk Tealeaf! Also great! But now?”

He stopped pacing, hands falling to his side. Slumped against the rail. “I don’t know. If I think about picking, ditching one of them, I’m terrified. Not a conscious thing, just thinking about it, makes me scared.” Hugged himself. “But I’m also scared that trying to hold onto both might make me lose ‘me’ anyway. I just. I don’t know.”

He was quiet for several more seconds, eventually raking both his hands through his hair at once and staring up at the sky. “What the fuck am I going to do now?” he breathed out.

“You want an actual answer to that, or you just thinking out loud?”

It slipped out before Beau could stop herself and she had a small moment of panic. This was the kind of stuff Caduceus was good at, not her, but at the same time? She was the person who was actually here right now. And she still wanted to do right by her friend. Somehow.

Kingsley blinked and then barked out a laugh, one hand staying tangled in his hair and the other going back to the rail as the looked over to Beau. “Do you have an answer Scribbles? Or are you just bullshitting?”

“Psht, that’s your job,” Beau said, rolling her eyes, and she noticed him relax a little at the jab. Good. “But, honestly?” She thought it over for a moment. “You do what you want to. And I’m not bullshitting you,” she said, raising her hands in front of her at the look he gave her. “You do what you want. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

He blinked at her a couple more times. Dread squirmed in her stomach, wondering if she’d fucked up her advice giving again, but she forced herself to calm down. “Just think about it. What you might want to do next.”

She could practically see the process of him thinking for the next few minutes, holding still and his eyes distant. Eventually he made a thoughtful noise, hands coming up to steeple in front of his chin and a glint coming into his eyes.

“Does that mean whatever I want?”

“Okay, now you’re just being an ass,” Beau said and Kingsley broke out into a grin. Maybe she hadn’t completely fucked this up.

“Takes one to know one Scribbles.”

“You know what, I might just deck you anyway-”

“I’d like to see you tr- actually, no, you definitely could,” Kingsley said, backpedaling and raising his hands in front of him as his brain caught up with his mouth and seeing Beau raising a fist. She couldn’t keep it up however and soon enough she was grinning too, Kingsley breathing a sigh of relief. At which point she socked him in the shoulder.

“OW!” He hissed out between his teeth, rubbing his shoulder. “Did you have to do it that hard?”

“If I meant to hit you hard, you’d know.” Beau held her fist in the air. “Trust me.“

He eyed the raised fist. “You guys are still terrifying.”

“Hey, that includes you, don’t sell yourself short.” She paused, mulling over her next question. It’d be better for her to know, she decided. “The memories you have from the death match, of... earlier Molly stuff. Do you want me to refer to that as happening to you? Or someone else?”

Kingsley’s face screwed up like he’d bitten into something sour. “Case by case I guess? Death match is okay since it just happened, not sure on the rest yet.” He gave helpless shrug. “I’ll let you know later.”

“Good enough for me. Cause you in the death match? Definitely in the terrifying camp. Like I said, don’t sell yourself short.”

The glint returned to his eyes, along with a toothy grin. “I admit, it was pretty satisfying.”

“Aaand case in point right there, just that expression is terrifying. Fucking hell, dude.”

“I do have a future reputation to build,” he said airily, which somewhat ruined the expression. It also made Beau have to muffle a laugh, and she had to work even harder to muffle it when she saw Kingsley pouting.

“Now that’s just rude.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Beau said, waving a hand in the air and breathing deep to calm the laughter. “This about the pirate idea?”

He nodded. “It is indeed! You should know that I have plans.”

That glint was back in his eyes again, even more worrying than before. Maybe she should warn Fjord about it.

...

Nah, he could find out on his own.

Beau stretched, rolling her head and resting her palm on the back of her neck before looking at Kingsley again. One more question she needed to ask.

“Any updates on the name?”

There was a pause, a long pause, and then he shook his head. “I’ll stick with Kingsley for now. And what I said with the middle name this morning... I’ll keep thinking on it.” There was still some hesitancy, but overall? He actually looked okay.

“Fine by me. And hey, you wouldn’t be the first of the Nein to end up with a different name.�� She shrugged. “Caleb and Veth did. Hell, even Jester picked her own name.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You should ask her about it sometime.” Beau looked back out over the ocean, sun getting lower and the last of the sea birds flying off. “And I think it'd be good to talk Jester and Fjord about stuff in general. I’m not the best at this life advice thing.”

“Noooooo, really?”

“Oh eat a dick.”

“Sorry, can't, you don't have one.”

Beau paused.

“You know, ask Jester about some early Xhorhas disguises we had. I think you’d get a kick out of it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Color me intrigued. Any reason you can’t tell it?”

“Don’t want to rob Jester of the experience.”

“Now I’m really intrigued.”

“Beauuuu! Kingsleeeey!”

The two of them turned and looked up, following the voice to find Jester in the crow’s nest and waving down at them before cupping her hands around her mouth for the next shout. “We’re having dinner in 10 minutes! Be there!”

“Sure thing, Jes!” Beau hollered, waving back.

“Don't eat all the pastries before I get there!” Kingsley shouted.

“No promises!” Jester shouted back, before she gave one more very enthusiastic wave and started climbing down from the crow's nest.

Beau looked back to Kingsley, stretching then placing her hands on her hips. “Well, I think that’s our cue to get back to civilization.”

“You call this crew civilized?”

“Point. You know that includes you, right?” she said as the two of them started to walk.

“I know what I’m about,” Kingsley said, grinning.

“Suuure you do.”

“Yep!” he said cheerfully. He bounded ahead, tail swishing animatedly before spinning on one foot and throwing his arms out wide. “One uncivilized teifling, right here! And sorry, you’re stuck with me.”

“No refunds?”

“Nope!”

“Well damn. Sucks to be me I guess,” Beau deadpanned, but as she did she came up next to Kingsley and threw an arm around his shoulder, and her friend continued to grin.

“Come on. Let’s go show the rest of this uncivilized bunch what they’re missing.”

(Part Three)

#Critical Role #cr spoilers #Beauregard Lionett #Mollymauk Tealeaf #Kingsley Tealeaf #Mollymauk #Vox Machina vs Mighty Nein oneshot #Kingsley got a Molly memory dump after the deathmatch and is having a bad time #Critical Role fanfiction #my writing

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