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lea-panthera · 2 years

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*waving ecstatically* Hi guys, MLB fan here!

I recently started my first fanfic, and have decided to post it part by part* on Tumblr. I plan on posting it on AO3 once I complete the entire thing(it's at 30 chapters already?!? What?!?). That being said, this is a self-indulgent fanfic, where a lot of ideas came clashing into my head and barfed up this, so characters may not act logically or make rational decisions (but then again, when has the actual show ever been logical?). Also, I usually write chapters right before bed, so some chapters may not be well-written. Hopefully it gets better as time goes on, because I don't plan for this to be my only fanfic.

*By part, I mean sets of chapters that are connected or are somewhat related to one another. I'm doing this because I'm writing these on my phone, and lemme tell you this now: chapters look a LOT bigger on your phone than on other devices. Because of this, some chapters are much shorter than others.

Without further ado, here is the first part of A Demonslayer's Tale:

Chapter 1: The Masked Ones

Marinette groans and flops onto her bed facefirst. “Ugh, I hate Lila and her stupid lies!”

Tikki is flitting about her holder’s head, practically fuming. “How can someone be so mean? Was nearly getting you akumatized not enough for her?”

"I'm not surprised that it wasn't enough. What I am surprised about is why everyone believes her lies." Marinette growls.

"Well, Adrien and Alya know that she's lying…"

"But they both keep telling me to leave it alone!" Marinette exclaims exasperatedly. "She's already made me look like a bully," she says, ticking off her fingers, "possibly gotten the entire city akumatized on Heroes' Day, nearly gotten me expelled, and now she's made poor Rose think that I find her annoying! Everyone hates me because of her!"

The other kwamis leave the miracle box and float near Marinette.

"We can't let her keep doing this!" Fluff says angrily, crossing her tiny white arms.

Wayzz is flying back and forth, thinking. "I normally would agree with Trixx and Plagg's holders, but at this rate, this Lila girl could get you akumatized."

Marinette bolts upright and forces herself to take a few deep breaths. "You're right, Wayzz. It isn't worth getting akumatized and endangering Paris over someone like Lila."

Wayzz nods. "Wonderful reasoning, Guardian."

Xuppu bounces on Marinette's sketchbook. "So what are we going to do about-"

Suddenly, a loud fizzle sounds in Marinette's bedroom as a large circular portal of light appears right in front of her. The kwamis squeal in surprise and zip back into the miracle box. Marinette raises her arms to shield herself from the brightness of the portal.

Suddenly, the buzzing stops. Marinette lowers her arms only to stumble back in shock.

The portal has disappeared, and two figures stand before her. Both are dressed in the same high-necked, faded gray gowns and brown hooded cloaks. They wear soft gray slippers on their feet, slender brown gloves, and smooth gray masks that cover their entire faces save for their identical pairs of sharp azure eyes. To finish the ensemble, brown leather belts with sheaths are fastened around their waists. The sheaths contain short daggers with silver hilts.

Marinette opens her mouth to scream, but one of the figures covers her mouth and presses a finger to their mask, above where their lips would be.

"Shhh…" they say. "We're not here to hurt you, I promise."

The other figure steps forward, hands up in a placating gesture. "I- I mean, we -need your help. You need to come with us."

The person covering Marinette's mouth lets go and holds out their hand for her to take.

Marinette eyes the hand with distrust. "How do I know you both don't work for Shadowmoth?"

The figure holding out their hand turns to the other. "Shadowmoth?"

The other figure shrugs. "Must be what they call him here."

Marinette stares. "You two don't know who Shadowmoth is?"

The figure offering Marinette their hand uses it to cover their face as they groan. "Can't we just tell her now?"

"Fine," says the other one. "But if something causes us to miss the portal and get stuck here, it's your fault."

Both of the figures sit down next to each other on Marinette's chaise. Marinette sits on her swivel chair, wary but curious.

"Tikki, you can come out," calls one of the strangers.

Marinette panics. "W-what? Who's Tikki? What a-are you t-talking about?"

Both of the strangers give her a deadpan look. "We know you're Ladybug. It's important that Tikki knows what we're about to tell you."

The way that both figures speak at the same time unnerves Marinette. "T-Tikki?"

Tikki floats out, eyeing the pair nervously. "What do you two want?"

Both of them remove the masks and pull back their hoods, and Marinette gasps and nearly falls off of her chair.

Both of them...are her?

Chapter 2: Roi Paon and L'Espoir

"You're... you're me," Marinette whispers.

One of the other Marinette lookalikes, who has a burn mark on her neck and her hair in a French braid, nods. "You can call me Kit. This is Zara."

Zara, with her hair in a high ponytail, says, "Roaar, you can come out. You too, Trixx."

Marinette expects Roaar to come out of the miracle box, but instead the tiger kwami pops out of Zara's hood. Trixx, who should be with Alya, floats out of Kit's cloak.

Roaar greets Marinette with a wave and a wide smile. "Hiya, new 'Nette!" He turns to Zara. "What should we nickname this one?"

Marinette is trying hard not to faint.

Kit bites her lip. "Maybe we should give her some time to process this…"

“We don’t have time to give her, Kit,” says Zara. “Besides, from what I’ve heard, this Marinette is strong enough to handle this.”

Marinette steels herself. “Explain.”

Zara takes a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of the multiverse theory?”

Marinette frowns. “The one that says that there are multiple versions of the universe, each with alternate versions of ourselves?”

“Exactly!” Kit smiles. “We are alternate versions of you from other universes.”

“And we really need your help against someone that threatens to destroy all the universes,” says Zara. “The villain from my universe. Roi Paon.”

“About a few months ago, Roi Paon somehow upgraded his powers and created an army of powerful, intelligent sentimonsters-which we call sentidemons- that took over Zara’s world and captured the miracle box of that universe. Zara and her partner managed to salvage the ladybug, snake, and rabbit miraculouses along with their own, but the black cat was lost to Roi Paon’s forces,” explains Kit.

Marinette’s jaw drops. “Oh no…” she murmurs, her hand over her mouth.

Tikki seems to be in the same state of shock as Marinette. “Poor Plagg…”

Zara looks away. “All of the temporary holders I chose died in Roi Paon’s attack. It’s only me and Philip now.”

Marinette looks at Kit. “Philip…?”

“Our nickname for Zara’s partner,” Kit clarifies.

“I’m so sorry, Zara,” Marinette says. She gets up from her chair and sits beside the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder. Zara smiles at her tearfully.

“That’s why we’re here. Philip and I can’t defeat Roi Paon on our own, and if I have to watch my friends die again, I will lose my mind. So we’re using the horse and rabbit miraculouses to travel to alternate universes and recruit other Marinettes to help us,” she finishes quietly.

Kit butts in, “Zara and I already know each other, on account of me fooling around with the horse and rabbit miraculouses-“

“Which you shouldn’t have been doing,” Zara interrupts, her lips twitching nonetheless.

Kit rolls her eyes. "Whatever. So Zara came to me first, and now she and Philip are staying in a bunker we found in my version of Paris. My partner, who we call Ajax because he insists we do, also knows about this. The four of us are calling our group L’Espoir."

"Which reminds me." Zara turns to Marinette. "Your partner's identity will be revealed. Possibly your enemy's, too. And we don’t know how long this is going to take. But the fate of this universe and many, many more are depending on our victory. Are you willing to help us?"

Marinette looks down, memories of Cat Blanc flashing through her mind. She didn’t want to fight her partner again, and figuring out his identity might be a risk.

But you’ll be in a different dimension, a small voice in her head points out. Shadowmoth can’t get him there. Besides, Roi Paon is endangering the entire multiverse, not just your world.

"Is my partner coming?" she asks them.

Kit and Zara exchange a glance. "We were hoping to see how things go with you, and then bring him in later if things go well," Kit says.

Before Marinette can protest, Zara cuts in, "There are… special circumstances with your partner that might make it difficult for him. We want to get you accustomed first so you can help him get through it."

Marinette gives them a hesitant glance.

"Please," Zara pleads. "It might be dangerous, but you're Ladybug. Surely you can help us?"

Marinette meets the sapphire gazes of Zara and Kit, so identical to her own, and makes her decision. “Count me in," she says, determined.

The two other Marinettes smile.

Chapter 3: Chevalier and Chat Nuit

“So…we just wait?” Marinette asks in confusion.

The three of them are sprawled across her bed, staring at her ceiling.

“Mhm,” replies Zara. “Chevalier, or, since he’s also using the rabbit miraculous, Chevalapin, said he was going to open the portal twenty minutes after we entered this universe. We have approximately five minutes left.”

“Ooh!” exclaims Trixx, sitting on Kit’s chest. “We can come up with your nickname!”

Tikki hovers over them. The kwamis from the miracle box are floating behind her.

“Marinette,” says the ladybug kwami, “I told the rest of the kwamis about what was going on and your decision.”

Wayzz comes to hover beside Tikki. “While I agree with your decision, perhaps you should leave behind instructions for Rena Furtive and Cat Noir so they can protect Paris in your absence.”

Marinette sits up abruptly. “I need the Ladybug miraculous to fight Roi Paon, but Rena would need it to transform into Scarabella and purify akumas!” She begins to panic.

Zara shakes her head, amused, and places a hand on Marinette’s shoulder while sitting up herself. “We have a ladybug miraculous, too, remember? You can use that one. That Tikki could use a companion after what happened to her Plagg.”

“Okay,” says Marinette, climbing off of her bed and going to her desk. “I’ll go write Al-Rena and Cat notes.”

“Remember not to tell them too much! Just say, I don’t know, that you had a secret mission or something. We don’t know if we want them involved or not! And hurry, the portal will open any moment now!” Kit calls after her. She turns to see Zara staring wistfully after Marinette.

“Do you think Mom and Dad are home?” Zara asks, fingering the end of her ponytail.

Kit’s eyes soften. “Yes. Yes, they probably are.”

Zara looks down, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I miss them.”

“I know.”

“Do you think I could fix my world with the wish?”

“Oh, Zara,” Kit says sadly. “You know why we can’t.”

Zara suddenly straightens and quickly wipes her eyes. “Yes, I do. I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Kit places a hand on Zara’s back. “It’s okay to grieve.”

“WE GOT IT!”

The startled pair look over to see both Marinette’s Roaar and Zara’s Roaar looking excited.

“Marinette’s new nickname’s Marieta!”

Zara cocks her head. “Isn’t that a bit…on point?”

“But it fits!” exclaims one of the Roaars. “Marieta means ladybug in Catalan!”

Kit claps her hands, excited. “It’s perfect!”

Before Zara can reply, a buzzing fills the room as another portal opens up.

Kit vaults over the side of the bed. “Marinette, it’s time!”

Marinette rushes over. “Finished my letters!”

Kit grins. “Great! You won’t need to bring anything, we have everything you’ll need at the bunker.”

Marinette turns to Tikki. Suddenly, the weight of what exactly she’s signed up for comes crashing down on her. “Tikki…”

The kwami tearfully smiles at her. “Good luck, Marinette. I hope we see each other again.” She flies over and hugs Marinette’s cheek. Marinette cups her hands over her, tears running down her face. When they finally part, Tikki plants a tiny kiss on the tip of Marinette’s nose and backs away. Marinette removes her earrings and Tikki disappears as the earrings turn red with black spots. She places them on her desk, then turns to the rest of the kwamis.

“B-Be good to Alya, okay? And don’t tell anybody about this.” she says, struggling to smile through her tears. The kwamis cuddle around her for one last group hug, and then they all zip into the miracle box. In her head, Marinette imagines her parents and best friends and says a silent goodbye to them. She then turns to Zara and Kit, both of whom look like they’re holding back from getting emotional. “I’m ready.”

Zara smiles kindly at her. She turns to her kwami and removes her right glove, revealing a rose gold panjas bracelet with a large obsidian set in the middle. “Roaar, stripes on!”

Marinette watches in awe as Zara’s drab attire transforms into a streamlined suit. The top of the suit is hot magenta, which fades into a darker shade of magenta halfway down her abdomen. Maroon stripes cover her body, and her forearms and calves are covered in maroon, looking like gloves and boots. Sharp maroon claws tip her fingers, and her mask is hot magenta with maroon stripes. Her sclera are bright yellow and her irises are a honey orange. Her hair, which is jet black fading into magenta at the bottom, has become longer, and is tied back into its high ponytail with a maroon ribbon. Two small, triangular, magenta ears poke out from under her hair. Her lips are maroon.

“I’m now Tigris,” she reintroduces herself.

Kit untucks her silver foxtail necklace from under her dress and calls, “Trixx, let’s pounce!”

Her dress turns into an orange suit with a white belly, not unlike Rena Rouge’s suit. However, the ears are slightly more triangular, and the orange of the suit more reddish. The mask is orange at the top and white at the bottom, accentuating her blue eyes with black eyeliner. Her blue bangs are tipped with white, and there are orange streaks in her French braid. She makes a peace sign and playfully sticks her tongue out.

“Vixen’s my name,” she says, and Marinette giggles as Tigris rolls her eyes.

Tigris picks up Marinette bridal-style. “Come on, we’ve got to go.”

Someone knocks on the trapdoor, but she ignores it. She jumps through the portal, Vixen following close behind. They land in a bunker with light gray walls and dark blue decal. Tigris puts Marinette down.

"So, I'm guessing it went well?"

Marinette whips around to stare at the other hero standing beside the portal. It’s a boy in a dark brown leather suit with silver and white piping. Two pockets are outlined in silver on his abdomen. He leans on a white umbrella, and two white rabbit ears poke out on either side of his messy white undercut. White moccasins cover his feet, and the long brown coattail that extends from his suit fades into white at the tips. His mask is white, with thick dark brown lines outlining his emerald eyes, making them seem brighter and sharper. He peers at the girls over the sunglasses of the Horse Miraculous.

Vixen leans over to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “That’s Chevalapin, Tigris’s partner.”

Tigris smiles at Chevalapin. “Success!”

Chevalapin grins back. “Fluff, counterclockwise!”

An ice-blue light engulfs him, and all the white disappears. The moccasins and piping turn a medium-light brown, and his mask is completely dark brown. His hair is more platinum than white, and the bunny ears and umbrella are gone.

Fluff comes to land on his shoulder. The kwami punches the air and cheers. “We did it, Chevalier!”

“Yep,” he replies, handing her a baby carrot. Chevalier smiles kindly at Marinette as Fluff flies off, munching on her snack. “Nice to meet you…”

“Marieta,” Kit says. Marinette startles, surprised.

“Marieta,” Chevalier finishes. “I’m Chevalier, but I go by Philip when detransformed.”

Tigris and Vixen detransform back into Zara and Kit. “There’s beef jerky and grapes in the fridge,” Zara tells the two kwamis, and they fly off in the same direction that Fluff had gone.

And then Chevalier detransforms, and Marinette’s jaw drops.

“A-Adrien?!?”

The boy smiles at her. He now has a crew cut and wears a brown leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans. His leather jacket has a silver horseshoe embroidered on each bicep, and black boots cover his feet. But he’s very much Adrien. Just…not her Adrien.

“Yeah, but because of the alternate version situation, you can call me Philip. It’s a bit confusing, I know,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in a very Adrien-esque way.

“Just like Zara is another Marinette, Philip is another Adrien,” Kit speaks up helpfully.

“Exactly!” Kaalki pipes up.

“Roaar, Fluff, and Trixx are in the kitchen,” Adrien- no, Philip - tells the kwami. She, too, flies off.

Marinette’s shock increases when Zara pecks Philip on the lips.

“Ajax back yet?” Zara asks.

“Right here!”

Marinette whips around to the source of the new voice and gapes.

It’s what she presumes to be a different version of Cat Noir. His ears, neckline, and pockets are outlined in neon green, and his belt and claws are the same shade of bright green instead of black. His hair is also neon green, and his bell is gone. But other than that, he looks exactly like her Cat Noir.

He detransforms, and Marinette’s head nearly explodes to see that Ajax is yet another Adrien. This one’s wearing a black polo shirt with a green paw print embroidered on the pocket, along with jeans and white tennis shoes. The Black Cat miraculous, disguised as a familiar silver ring, is on his right hand. His messy hair is dyed neon green. She watches, speechless, as Ajax wraps an arm around Kit’s waist.

“Just finished patrol,” he says, kissing Kit’s forehead. He spots Marinette and beams at her. “Hi, new ‘Nette! I'm Ajax, also known as Chat Nuit!”

That’s the limit for Marinette. She squeaks and then faints. Ajax manages to catch her before her head hits the ground.

“Whoops,” he says.

“I think you broke her,” says Plagg, cackling. Ajax and Philip glare at him.

Zara bites her lip. “I hope not. Then we’d have to come up with another plan.”

Kit lifts Marinette up, grunting slightly. “I’m going to put her in the dorms,” she says.

Ajax follows her, a soft look in his eyes. “I’ll help.”

“Your girlfriend doesn’t need help,” deadpans Plagg. “She can do it herself just fine, lover boy.”

Ajax glares at Plagg as he and Kit walk away. “Camembert in the fridge. Get it yourself.”

Plagg rolls his eyes and heads for the kitchen. Now it’s just Zara and Philip in the hallway.

“Marinette?” asks Philip quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

Zara wraps her arms around his neck. “What is it, Adrien?”

“Why didn’t we bring in Marieta’s partner? The…me…from her world?”

Zara breathes in deeply. “I don’t know if this plan’s going to work, first of all. So I’m trying to avoid bringing in alternate versions of you for now. It’s…kind of selfish, in a way, because I’m willing to risk alternate versions of myself, but at the same time, I don’t want anyone else to risk theirs, and besides, I’m pretty sure that most of my versions would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the universe, and if something happened to their partners, they-“

Philip presses a finger to her lips. “Shh…you’re starting to ramble again.”

Zara gives him a sheepish smile.

“I get it,” Philip says, lightly bumping foreheads with her. “But we will bring in other versions of me, right?”

“Right,” Zara says, and then she grins. “Do I see someone getting enthusiastic?”

Philip looks away, his smile fading. “It’s just that…I think I'm pretty capable, and I think my versions could be of help, too…”

“Oh, Adrien…” Zara places a hand on his cheek and gently turns his face towards her. “Of course you're capable enough; I never said you weren't. I'm just concerned about the effect Roi Paon's identity will have on the other Adriens. I’ll do everything I can to defeat him, I promise, even if we have to recruit and engage other versions of you.”

Philip looks into her eyes, then hugs her tightly. “We’ll do everything we can.”

Zara hugs him back. “Yes, we will.”

-End part 1-

Hope you guys enjoyed! I'll post the next part next week. Positive comments and/or constructive criticism are appreciated, insults not so much.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fanfic #multiverse au #miraculous au #takes place before season four finale #first fanfic

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years

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Paradiso 6 aka the one where Baz punches Gabriele D’Annunzio

Summary: What the title says, loves.

For @martsonmars, who is a bad influence but who is always down to clown about Paradiso.

2048

BAZ

This is possibly dangerous, and highly illegal. (Probably because of the possible danger.)

Which means my encouraging husband is having a blast. If there’s one thing Simon loves more than cantuccini, it’s reckless bullshit. When I first told him about my idea, he was absolutely down for it

Rosemary wasn’t.

That’s why she is sitting in the corner of our living room with her arms crossed and with a disapproving look on her face. It reminds me of Penelope Bunce.

“Babbo, don’t do it,” she says for the tenth time this hour, “I can’t believe you’ve deceived me like this!”

“I didn’t deceive you, rosebud girl,” I say as I flip through the floating library book. Rosemary brought me the book from her university’s library after I requested for it. “What did you expect that I wanted to read a book about necromancy and mortality?”

“If this keeps on happening, then I won’t be coming home!” she threatens, but it only makes me and Simon chuckle. We know that Rosemary will always come home, even though she’s moved out earlier this year.

Rosemary closes her eyes, looks away, and huffs out some air. I know she’s eighteen now, but when she pouts and act like this, all I can see is the stubbornness that’s been with her since she was a toddler.

It’s indirectly Rosemary’s fault that I came with this idea. After she finished Liceo, she decided to move to the Abruzzo region for university to seek out the vampire hub. She grew up with the Casalotti hub as an extended family, so she wanted to go somewhere else.

Turns out that Pescara, a city in Abruzzo, is the birthplace of our good friend Gabriele D’Annunzio, and as a result, Rosemary’s university is named after him.

I don’t know why, but all of this made me want to punch him. Him, as in Gabriele D’Annunzio.

That’s led to all of this.

“Come on, Rosemary,” Simon says with a grin. He’s even holding an old video camera that he found in Ms. Snow’s attic to capture what’s (hopefully) about to unfold. “Don’t you think this is a little bit exciting? Your babbo is possibly moving the boundaries of magic!”

Rosemary reluctantly opens one eye to look at me. Despite her reservations, Rosemary cannot pass up an opportunity for academic knowledge.

“Besides,” I say, “I am not here to break the laws and rules about mortality. If I am correct, this will only be temporary. I will not bring him back forever! That would also mess with the laws of time.”

“Okay, you got me,” she throws her hands in the air. A sly smile appears on her face. “This is pretty cool. From an academic standpoint, of course.”

That’s my girl.

“Of course,” I say.

“Of course?” Simon echoes.

The book finally opens to the right page. (I know I could’ve used Fine tooth comb to make this process a lot smoother and faster, but I appreciate the dramatics of a floating book with turning pages.)

I point my wand towards it.

“La morte una cosa che si pu fare due volte,” I cast and the tip of my wand shoots out a red spark.

The original quote is “La morte una cosa che non si pu fare due volte”, which means “death is something that cannot be done twice”, but, ah well... D’Annunzio is about to change that by dying twice.

I redirect the spark to another book about Gabriele D’Annunzio. It’s opened at a page with a photo of him reading, taken in 1910. The spark bounces off the page and onto the empty spot in front of me, just as I had hoped.

I close the book and I make it fly to the side. Rosemary catches it. The three of us watch how the red spark grows and grows until it takes form. A human form. Merlin’s soggy underpants, it might be working.

Simon moves closer with his camera and even Rosemary has discarded any pretense of disinterest.

Light bursts out of it and Simon, the only non-vampire in the room, has to shield his eyes. Rosemary and I look right through it and it seems like a portal of sorts is opening.

And wouldn’t you know it. Gabriele fucking D’Annunzio is standing in front of me, blinking in shock. He looks incredibly confused and most importantly, incredibly alive. My vampire sense confirm it. This man is as alive as he could be!

The light around him dies down and he takes in his surroundings with wide, confused eyes.

“Signore D’Annunzio?” I ask with a mischievous smile.

He gives me a startled look, since he clearly has no idea who I am. He eventually nods. Great.

I take one step towards him and punch him in the face. Simon hoots and even Rosemary lets out a delighted laugh.

Before D’Annunzio’s mind fully catches up with what the fuck just happened, I point my wand at him and quickly say: “Uomo morto non fa Guerra.”

Gabriele D’Annunzio returns back to the realm of death just like that. He disappears without a trace. (Not even a fun ‘pop!’ sound, like Simon had hoped.)

“Did that feel good?” Simon asks once we’re certain it’s over.

I nod.

Did I temporarily revive an Italian poet who died in 1938 just to punch him? Yes, I did. It definitely felt good.

“Okay... that was pretty amazing,” Rosemary concedes, “Unfortunately no Normale at Ud'A will believe this.”

“Let’s keep this for our eyes only, shall we?” I say.

Just then, Simon frowns at the video camera.

“What is it, love?” I ask.

Simon turns red.

“Snow?”

“Uh....”

“Simon?”

“Uh...”

“Papà?”

Simon looks at me and Rosemary.

“So, uh, turns out I forgot to press record.”

“Papà!”

Well then.

Another round.

I motion towards Rosemary to hand the book to me. Looks like D’Annunzio will die thrice! Well, at least I get to punch him again.

End notes: Oh my God. This is for Marta who, when I asked “like on a scale from 1 to 10 how much does baz want to punch d'annunzio?”, answered with “A good 7.5″

Will this make any sense to anyone else? Probably not.

I used this site for phrases in Italian about death and if Simon had been the one to cast it, he probably would’ve used this one:

What about Paradiso 4 and Paradiso 5?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ah well, at least enjoy Paradiso 7:

#i will not be posting this on AO3 cause i said i wouldn't write another paradiso since i want it to be a trilogy #but this doesn't count lol #holy fuck I wrote #story: paradiso #2022 #story extras #i mean is this canon who knows?

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lowkeyerror · 3 years

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Teammates

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2142

Warning: Violence

An: Not my gifs ... also Part 2 is up now

Being a full time hero wasn’t something that interested you. You didn’t want to align yourself with any organization because organizations are uniform and you weren’t. You didn’t want people thinking that they could tell you what to do and when to do it. That being said you couldn’t just stand by and let crime run wild through the city.

You had first hand experience of what that could mean, having grown up in a small crime syndicate. Back then you didn’t have a choice, you did what your family wanted you to do. Once you got older and found out that you were different from them, you left. You knew if your family were to find about your heightened senses they would use you to gain control of your hometown.

You left your hometown and moved to Brooklyn in hopes of creating a new life for yourself. A life where you vowed to make up for your past wrongdoings. Still you weren’t a hero, at most you were a vigilante. The city had taken to calling you Black Snake. Something about wearing black and having really fluid but deadly movements. It was a little strange, you hadn’t planned on getting recognition but when you regularly stop crime word gets around.

Today hadn’t been a super eventful day you stopped a few muggings and some house robberies but nothing too major. Instead of being in Brooklyn, today you had made the trip to Manhattan because you sensed that something really bad was brewing. The city was too quiet and that could only mean a disaster was approaching. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard collective screams coming from the direction of downtown.

You rushed to the scene and froze as you saw a giant portal with thousands of what you could only describe as aliens coming into the city and targeting citizens. This was way above your paygrade but you had to do something.

You got to work on trying to buy the citizens enough time to escape. You wasted no time throwing yourself into the action. You were fighting them off as best as you could. Slicing, punch, kicking, shooting, anything to try to lessen the numbers. But as quick as you killed em more were marching out of the portal. You didn’t have time to focus on closing the portal in fact you really couldn’t focus on anything. You hadn’t ever been around this much chaos and you were experiencing sensory overload.

All of your senses were overloading, the smell, the screams, the alien skin, the taste of blood on your lips; it was threatening to swallow you whole. That didn’t matter though, you couldn’t stop fighting if the city needed you.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw an alien surrounding two kids. The little girl was standing in front of the boy trying to shield him from the alien. You killed the alien that you were dealing with and bolted towards the two children. This particular alien was huge compared to the others he was at least 8 feet tall at least 350 lbs of pure muscle. The thing could probably crush you in his bare hands but nonetheless you put yourself in between the alien and the kids.

You glanced back at the kids, “ Run” the little girl grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him away. The alien tried to follow them but you stepped in its path. It glanced down at you with it’s 6 eyes and growled.

“ Can’t let you do that big fella”

The alien didn’t respond, instead it just tried to smack you out of his way. Its movements were slow but it was huge. You could keep dodging it but you would run out of space after awhile. You tried to attack him but nothing you did seemed to affect it. You were running out of options and the alien could tell that. It was beginning to move more sporadically and your dodges were getting slower. It had boxed you in, there was nothing you could do to protect yourself from the next strike.

It had pinned you down to the ground, your head had bounced against the concrete and you felt your ribs begin to crack under the weight of the alien's hand. You knew you weren’t supposed to struggle but the panic that ran through your body took control. It was slowly applying more pressure and there was nothing you could do but scream out.

“ HELP ME ! PLEASE ANYBODY”

The alien didn’t like that. It lifted you up from the ground and slammed you back down, you were losing consciousness fast. You had never felt this helpless before. Tears pricked at your eyes as you began to accept your death.

All at once the weight of the alien was off of you. You were gasping for air but you felt so much relief. Before you could attempt to move two women were by your side keeping you on the ground.

“ Stay still you’re hurt,” the woman with long red hair was carefully glancing over your body.

“ Wanda they need you out there, I’ll stay here with her” Wanda looked at you one more time before flying off into the distance.

These had to be the Avengers and you had never been more grateful to see the heroes. That means this woman sitting by your side had to be the Black Widow. You were going to speak but she beat you to it.

“ I know who you are Black Snake”

You don’t know why but this made things a little more embarrassing. Now one of Earth’s mightiest heroes has seen you almost die doing something that they could probably handle.

“ You did good out here today, this is an entire alien invasion. Don’t beat yourself up for not being able to stop all of them.”

The words struck a core with you. She could’ve told you were out of your league, that you were stupid and reckless, and you should quit while your ahead. A world class assassin had told you did okay and for whatever reason it was completely affecting you. Your thoughts were beginning to blur and you suddenly remembered how much pain you were in. Your head was throbbing and knew you wouldn’t be able to stay conscious.

“ I think I’m going to pass out,” your eyes were fluttering as you fought to stay awake but it was no use. You couldn’t hear Widow anymore, you couldn’t open your eyes, you passed out.

--- MUCH LATER---

You woke up in what seemed to be a medical wing of some sort. It definitely wasn’t any local hospital, it was way too advanced. Your first instinct was to panic but your entire body was sore. It took a lot of effort for you even to sit up in the hospital bed. The throbbing in the back of your head was dull compared to earlier and you could feel the wrapping around your ribs. You guess wherever you were, was safe enough if they decided to patch you up.

“ You’re awake,” it was the redhead with long hair from earlier. You think you heard Widow call her Wanda.

“ Where am I?”

“ You are in the Avenger Tower’s medical facility, Nat brought you here after you passed out. They ran some tests to give you the best care and you are different from the average person. If you were normal that thing would’ve murdered you instantly”

Avengers Tower, you never thought you’d be in this building. You had told yourself that if you were ever in this building they’d probably be telling you that you were in their way. A cease and desist sort of thing. Who would’ve thought they’d be saving your life.

“ I’m Wanda by the way” she sent a charming smile your way and you felt your heart speed up. You hadn’t failed to notice how gorgeous Wanda was. She had a glow around her aurora, you could see it clearly. You could see the essence of pain around her but you also saw how much brighter her determination glowed.

“ Y/n. Thank you for saving my life that thing would’ve crushed me if it weren’t for you”

She shook her head,” Thank you for trying to stop the aliens, you saved a lot of lives today”

You would’ve shook your head if it weren’t for the pain, “ I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing while the city needed me”

She was looking at you differently now. There was something behind her gaze that wasn’t there before. Whatever it was made her eyes soften and you almost wanted her to look at you like that forever.

“ Well look who decided to wake up?” The infamous Nick Fury walked into the room with Natasha trailing behind him.

You tried to sit up a little straighter in the bed, you had never been in the room with this many big names before. It was making you a little nervous and you were sure they all could tell.

Nat moved closer to you and sat her hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring look.

“ This might come as a surprise to you Ms. Black Snake but we have been keeping tabs on you. We have been closely watching your every move, scouting you if you will. What you did today was dumb. It was bravery without any thought process behind it. You saw the city was in danger and you sprang into action. That is some hero shit. Only one of these motherfuckers would do something like that. So if you want it, I’m offering you a spot on the Avengers”

You were at a loss for words. The Avengers wanted you to be a part of their team. This was all happening so fast. You always said you didn't want to be in a team and that you weren’t a superhero but today, today made you rethink all of that. Today you felt like all of that was bullshit.

“ Can I think about it for a few days?”

Fury stared at me for a long minute , “ You have 3 days to decide.” With that he walked out of the room leaving you with Natasha and Wanda.

“ You know Y/n, you can’t save everyone by yourself,” Natasha was the first to speak up.

“ I know. It’s just that last time I was on a team I was on the wrong side. I didn’t have a choice and when I left that life behind me I decided I’d be on my own”

“ Trust me we of all people know what it’s like to have a past that follows you around no matter what you do. The people here won’t judge you on your past and they won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. This isn’t a gang or a group with a leader, we are a team, equal on all fronts,” Wanda grabbed hold of one of your hands as you spoke.

You let out a soft laugh,” If I didn’t know better I would say you guys wanted me to join the team.”

The pair shared a glance before both turning their attention to you. You could feel the heat rise to your face under their intense gaze. You already knew that these women would be able to make or break your experience on the team. You had only met them earlier today but something about them had you completely enthralled.

“ Would you be persuaded if we told you that we did?” it was hard not to melt when Natasha’s hand was gently caressing your neck.

You didn’t have to answer as Wanda titled your chin so that you were looking at her, “ We would love to have you on the team Y/n. I think it’s the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other a little better.”

It was Nat’s turn to chuckle, “ She’s right, don’t you want to get to know us better pretty girl?”

The room was definitely starting to feel a little suffocating but you didn’t necessarily want that feeling to leave, “ I um- yes.”

“ Well if you join the team, Nat and I will take you out to celebrate. Doesn’t that sound nice Y/nn?”

You were freaking out on the inside. First getting invited to join the Avengers and now two of the most attractive women you had ever met wanted to take you on a date. You can’t remember the last time someone asked you out. You tried to gain some of your composure back when you spoke this time, “ I guess I’m joining the Avengers then”

Natasha placed a kiss on your forehead and Wanda did the same, “ Welcome to the team pretty girl”

#wanda maximoff #marvel #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda x nat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #lowkeyerror

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steviebunny · 2 years

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Till' The End of Time

Chapter 10

New York City, 2012

In an empty alcove of the helicarrier, Loki stands taunting his brother with a fall to his imminent death- Phil Coulson stands behind the corner holding a blaster from the lower armory gathering up the courage to battle the vengeful God.

"The humans think us invincible. Care to test that theory?"

Coulson rounds the corner pounding a brainwashed guard. A friend of his. In the head, hopefully just giving him a minor concussion, as the guard falls to the ground both gods look to him,

"Move away, please."

Loki steps away from the touchpad.

"You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the destroyer. Even I don't know what it does." He hits the side button letting the gun power up with vibrant orange electrical currents.

"Do you want to find out?" Before he can question and further Phil feels a sharp pierce through his left shoulder causing him to drop the weapon, Loki appeared behind him. Driving his staff through the mortal’s upper back.

"No!" Thor screams pounding and wailing against the glass of the cell. His brother’s actions send him into a fit of rage and desperation.

Phil Coulson survived. For now. Currently battling for his life in a Shield ICU, and a less than inspiring (more of getting your shit together) speech from fury led the avengers back to new york.

Down on the ground Lenora, Steve, Nat, and a now mentally 'stable' Clint are in charge of damage control. Deal with the aliens, keep as many civilians out of harm’s way as possible.

Trying to maintain calm is close to impossible as a wormhole opens in the sky- aliens, hundreds of them burst forth rushing out of the hole in the sky.

"Stark are you seeing this?"

"Seeing. Still working on believing."

"Where's Banner? Has he shown up yet?"

"Banner?"

"Just keep me posted."

Lenora's eyes run over all the creatures... "I guess... There's nothing to do but fight."

"Lottie?" Her wife is heard asking, Lenora merely spares her a look, saying nothing before she runs forward. Her feet carry her right under one of the aliens as it falls from the sky, she allows a pointed spear of her powers to burst forth from her hand, she violently swipes against the air, as the blue glow hits the creature Sparks fly out against it like mini fire working enveloping the edges, the beam slices through the creature’s body cutting the thing in half. Its now lifeless state falls to the ground cut in two. Top and bottom.

Her mate watches in almost disbelief as she continues to run forward, going for the next after the next, nats have never seen the full extent of her powers only heard stories from Tony and Rhodes, Steve on the other hand is nothing short of bewildered. He's never even dreamt of such a thing."

Clint's voice cuts the silence, "So...are we not gonna help her?" He questions.

The soulmates snap out of it, hearing from their co-worker, they share a look and then rush forth chasing down the same path as Lenora.

The three shield affiliates crouch down behind a catch formulating a plan, 1. To gather civilians from the remaining buildings. 2. Shut down the portal. They watch as Loki drives a chariot of the beasts forward, explosions follow leaving cars overturned and hundred at a loss.

"They're fish in a barrel down there."

"We got this, you're good. Go." Nat ensures Steve her head pointing in the direction of her wife, over in the distance she continues slicing aliens in half, blowing up the ones she can, those she can't Clint manages to shoot with his arrows.

"Are you sure you can hold them off?" He asks the marksmen.

"Captain. It would be my genuine pleasure."

Steve bounces off a slipped-over car, using his shield as protection. Clint and Lenora rush to a capsized bus, attempting to get as many children out of the vehicle as possible, Natasha keeps watch, shooting at any of those things that manage to get close.

Tony flies through the sky attempting to taunt one of the giant flying fuckers, encouraging the Chitauri to follow him.

"Well. No, we got his attention. What the hell was step two?"

Lenora jumps up against an overturned machine, allowing her to blast at snarling aliens, another rounds to her back trying to grab on to her. Before she can do anything of it, Thor finally joins the battle on the ground. His thunderous lightning bounded over the seen, many of the Chitauri fell paralyzed after the shocks ravaged their bodies.

"What's the story upstairs?"

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right, we got to deal with these guys." Tony notifies them through the comms.

"How do we do this?"

"As a team."

"I have unfinished business with Loki."

"Yeah? Get in line?"

"Save it. Loki's going to keep this fight focused on us, and that's what we need. Without him, these things run wild. We've got Tony on top, he's gonna need us to..." Before Steve can finish Bruce comes to join the fight, his broken-down motorcycle, sputtering as it approaches the rest of the group.

"...So this all seems horrible."

"Sorry."

"No, we could use a little worse."

"Stark. We got him."

"Banner?"

"Just like you said."

"Then tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the part to you."

"Tony flys around the corner of the block, the monstrous creature in the sky slamming against the side of a building as it continues to chase him.

"I don't see how that's much of a party."

".....I wanna slice it."

"Lottie."

"what?"

Steve shakes his head, "Dr. Banner... Now would be a good time to get angry."

"That’s my secret captain. I'm always angry."

And then he releases the hulk.

"Whoo! Go big guy!" Lenora shouts after him, the green giant gives her a bright toothy smile then leaps up to smash the aliens ahead.

Thor stands upon the empire state building, sending a giant electric shock fourth through the wormhole in the sky, blasting each of the incoming aliens into pieces.

"Stark. You've got a lot of strays sniffing your tail."

"I'm just trying to keep them off the streets."

"Stay safe, my love." She shouts past the noise of the attack.

"Always, babygirl."

"Well, they can't bank worth a damn. To find a tight corner."

"I will Roger that."

Tony twists and turns, attempting to get the creatures and confused as possible, heading into an abandoned parking garage, heaving forth out of the structure a group of Chitauri run into a building exploding shortly after.

Over on 6th Nat uses Steve's shield as a trampoline, jumping and grabbing onto a Chariot killing off the driver, and taking the reigns for herself. Tony flys through a drove, arriving at the scene, he blasts one across from Steve and lifts Lenora into the sky allowing her to blight a line of the aliens with her own power. He flys back into the sky shortly after. Barley managing to witness Hulk punch their god of a mate, inside the now ruins of the grand central station.

Upon the helicarrier flight deck, Director Fury attempts to shoot down a plane carrying a nuclear warhead headed for the city. A secondary manages to escape."

"Starks, do you hear me? You have a missile headed for the city."

"How long?"

"Three minutes, Max. The payload will wipe out midtown."

"Jarvis put everything we've got into thrusters."

"I just did." The A.I responds.

Tony shoots off to the sky and his wives continue to fight, brains reeling at the realization of what's to come.

Natasha pushes the scepter into the mass by Selvig, "I can close it! Tony, can you read me? I can close it!"

"Do it!" Steve tells her.

"Not yet!" Tony yells back into the comms.

"Stark, these things are still coming."

"I got a nuke coming in. It's gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it."

"TONY, NO!"

"That's a one-way trip, stark."

"Save the rest for the turn J," he tells his noncorporeal partner. "Sir, shall I try Mr. Rhodes?" Tony sighs at the thought, "Might as well."

James Rhodes runs down the path of the airbase, watching on his phone a live broadcast- seeing his husband carry a missile in the sky, his wives fight for their lives.

He gets a call, then picks up the phone.

"Tony please tell me I'm having a fever dream."

"I wish I could sugar bear."

"God damnit! Tones, don't do this."

"James, you know I have to."

"Tony what about me !? I need you. I need to have you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'd love you till the end of time."

"yeah... Till the end of time."

Tony approaches the wormhole, and he hangs up the phone.

He heads through the hole and Lenora breaks.

She drops to her knees, his pants rip as she skids upon the ground, skinning her knees- bloody. She wails.

So emotional she can no longer contain her strength, the blue rips out from beneath her, around her, from her, it's expands enveloping everything- the lasting aliens swell and burst into oblivion and the glass windows of skyscrapers shatter.

The only thing left to be heard is her unending sobs. Each of her mates feels her pain radiates out she feels like she's dying.

The others look on in sorrow at the remains of the aliens and to the still-open portal, they take a moment to mourn.

Each of them sees the explosion.

The portal starts to close.

Then they see it. Tony falls.

Lottie looks up a cracked gasp exhales from her lungs she gets off her bloody knees and runs forward under her husband's falling body, tears still streaming down her face, she uses her energy to pull up and slow his descent, she gently puts his body to rest upon the ground.

Sniffling, she grabs at his helmet opening prying it off Tony's face, he still doesn't wake, she cries out harder at his catatonic state, burying his face into his neck trying to shake him awake. With begs of "Tony, please. Not now, not like this."

Being unable to watch the scene any longer Steve steps forward trying to pry her off the engineer but she pushes him off with a burst, Steve can't say he's surprised as he falls on his ass.

Hulk is enraged. This isn't fair.

He roars.

And then.

Tony's eyes snap open.

"What the hell?"

"Tony"

"Baby?"

"mhm"

Stumbling into the empty shawarma restaurant, the owners look up shocked trying to sweep up the rubble.

Tony offers to pay for all repairs and the couple is easily willing to seat the hero's for a meal, they each collapse into their chairs thankful for the food.

Lottie can't let go of Tony, the two of them are both leaning against each other for support.

Everyone slowly eats in silence, trying to wrap their heads around the events of the day, the doors jingling of the bell causes them all to rear their heads.

Rhodey stands still in the restaurant’s doorway, obvious tears stains litter his cheeks, still, in his military uniform, he stands frozen.

"You fucking idiots." His voice breaks.

His spouses rush into his arms, each of the other soulmates watches on at the private moment, equally excited to meet him, yet not wanting to interrupt.

Tony takes his husband's face in his hands watching him with a tearful smile before asking, "you hungry?"

Rhodes lets out a small. Laugh-

"Yeah. Starving."

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writinggarbage007 · 2 years

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Something Wicked

Avengers x reader (to start)

Warnings: foreboding?

Something is off at the a

Avengers compound….

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Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had been the first to notice a heavy feeling in the air. Almost like a storm was coming, but without a cloud in the sky.

Next, Natasha and Wanda became slightly paranoid; looking around like someone was watching them, jumping at the smallest sound. Vision had taken Wanda to her room early on Friday night and sat with her so she could sleep. Natasha began sticking close to Bruce with the hope it wasn't an impending attack.

Sam, Clint and Tony noticed on Saturday that there seemed to be almost a buzz in the air. Clint slapped the back of his neck while on the archery range after feeling a creeping sensation. Sam retreated to the gym to run laps, telling Steve it felt like something was going to jump out of the trees at him outside.

Tony sent Pepper to the city, then called Stephen Strange, who arrived in record time through his glowy gold portal. After trying everything he could, researching for hours, Strange had no answers for the feeling that had descended on the Avengers.

Everyone remained on high alert, spending the next several days fully combat ready. The tension seemed to ratchet up every day.

At 4PM on Tuesday a storm seemed to be building. The electrical system was arcing wildly, FRIDAY couldn't be contacted easily and strange blue and black clouds seemed to swirl just above the building.

The first bolt of lightning hit the ground at 4:39. At first everyone thought Thor would appear but Wanda pointed out that the lighting striking all around was black. Tony called Strange and he arrived with a curious frown.

The team stayed inside and watched as the black lightning and a blue swirling mist intensified until a huge BOOM shook the entire building.

When the skies cleared and the weather stopped there was someone standing outside the compound. She slowly turned and looked at the building.

The team moved to exit slowly walking toward the woman like she was a bomb that would detonate any second.

Wanda tried to read her mind and screamed falling to the ground. She is whisked away from the woman by Vision and the team form a solid wall to cover their retreat.

Strange begins to wave his hands around and the intruder cocks her head to the side and smiles at him. He throws magic at her and she catches it, absorbs it.

Tony taps his chest and his nano suit covers him. This takes the woman's interest off Strange. With the lift of her hand she pulls Tony to her. Trying to stop her, Clint fires an arrow that hits her in the chest. It falls to the ground with no impact. Steve throws his shield and she holds up a hand catching it.

The smirk she throws Steve causes him to clench his jaw. That only seemed to amuse her more. Bucky and Nat glance at each other and pull their guns out only to have them turn to plastic in their grips.

She goes back to studying Tony as Sam takes a running start and leaps into the air. She blows a stream of air at him flipping him over then waves her hand settling him back next to Clint.

Bruce starts trying to bring out the Hulk but he won't cooperate. The woman finally sends Tony back to his spot with the team. She surveys them with that head tilt and grins.

"S'up Avengers." She says looking around the group. Their mouths falling open. "Y'all got anything to drink around here? It's been a hell of a day."

She heads for the door without a backwards glance, playfully bouncing Steve's shield. Tony curses and calls out to FRIDAY as she walks rights in with no security clearance.

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 3 years

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Thriller one shot

This is based off (and entirely a rip off of) of this post by @hagelpaimon so please go and show that more love

sub! Leo x fem! reader

Summery: You and Leo decide that it would be fun to break into an old, supposedly haunted, house and have some Halloween fun of your own but you both get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol mentions, death mentions

((A/N: This is my first time writing sub! Leo so please be gentle with me, I’m still getting used to the idea of him as a sub and loving it tbh))

You don’t know how you convinced him, maybe it was the run chocolate bars or, maybe, it was the 7 shots of Jäger that you told him we “traditional” and “festive” to take on the spookiest night of the year. You may have....Overstated their importance on Halloween just for the fun of it. Either way, here you both are; standing, holding hands, inside on of the city’s oldest and supposedly most haunted houses.

It was derelict and disgusting to be quite frank. Cobwebs hung from every corner of it’s rooms, dust everywhere, broken glass from kids who had come here to drink on a dare and old discarded pieces of clothing from the homeless who just needed a place to get out of the cold and rain of New York in the fall. The smell of must was thick in the air, almost tangible in it’s heavy, wafting nature.

The place must have been beautiful, once. But now it was long abandoned after its previous owner who showed no interest in renting or fixing the place up, had died suddenly of coronary issues last month. The place has become the sight of many rumours since then. Why had he died? At the age of 57 it’s not like he was ancient. Maybe it was his rotten heart from all the things he knew had taken place here? Maybe he made a deal with the devil and the devil came to collect?

You take Leo’s hand and move him closer towards what appears to be the living room of this ornate and decaying place.

“Y’know, I heard they practised witchcraft in the basement. Child sacrifices to Satan and all that”

“Don’t even start with that, you know witches creep me out!” He whispers.

“Well, it’s true! They say killing kids is what makes their broomsticks fly!”

You kind of giggle at the ridiculousness of it all and pull yourself closer to his form, trailing and hand down his shell to imitate a spider’s legs and making an “ooohhh” sounds as you do. He brushes you off with a laugh.

“What else you heard about this place, then? Since you’re the expert” He asks

His words are slightly slurred, as are yours, which only makes this trip more fun. That, on top of the fact that you were still riding the high of convincing him to do something as mildly illegal as trespassing on private property.

“Well” You begin “The seances that took place here were supposed to be something else. Business men who were looking for advice from beyond the grave, grieving widows, parents who had lost a child...They all flocked here to see what the old woman had to offer. And supposedly, always came away with a more dull and fearful look in their eye from what they found out. My friend said that if you walk around the living room 13 times, it’s supposed to open a portal to another world. One that our kind isn’t meant to see. Wanna try?”

He shudders at that, clearly your tales of the abhorrent and paranormal are getting to him. He takes another sip from his flask before ruefully shaking his head, clearly regretting letting you talk him into coming here.

“Hey, big guy, it’s ok!” you tell him as you place both hands on his shoulders and press your front to his torso. “I’m just messing with you, none of that stuff is real”

As if by cliche tv show timing, a group of birds fly out of the fire place making a huge, terrifying noise as they do and you and Leo crouch down, shielding your faces with your arms as you both let out small frightened squeals. Laughing afterwards at your own terror.

The half light makes him even more beautiful, his blue mask tightly pulled around his upper face and his big blue eyes shining in the light from the street lamps outside. You lean in and kiss him and his hands automatically go to your waist, trailing patterns in the exposed skin of your mid drift.

You pull away to make a theatrical “booOOoo” sound as you wiggle your fingers in a witchy way and you both laugh and shush each other as you do. You’re the only two in the house, as far as you know, but there’s no telling what spirits you could awake with your noise now that the veil between your world and the next is at its thinnest.

You tour the house a little more, both becoming very handsy with one another as you go from room to room, still trying to scare the pants of the other one.

No matter what you say or what horrors you make up, no ghouls or ghosts jump out at you, no banshees scream and the devil himself appears to be otherwise occupied in hell. There are no bumps in the night, just the gentle sounds of you and your lover giggling and whispering scary tales to send shivers down your spines.

You get to the hallway on your rounds and decide to give this place one new tale for people to talk about. You push Leo up against the wall which is no easy feat considering he stands at a good 6′5 and is all muscle. But you manage it no less and begin to kiss at his mouth and neck, trailing kisses down his jawline. He still tastes like alcohol and chocolate which is pleasant. His hands go to your ass, grabbing and pawing at it as if he can’t get enough of you.

“you’re such a good boy, Leo” you tell him as he bites at your neck in a needy way “always so good to me”

He churrs at your praise and you can feel a smile cross his lips. God when he’s tipsy it’s so easy to get him into the mood. His actions become more desperate and eager, almost ripping your t-shirt open but you waggle a disproving finger at him before taking it off and undoing his belt. Your underwear is a different story, however. The second your jeans come off his hands are at your crotch and ripping at the material of your panties. Another pair bites the dust.

Normally Leo is all romance and candles, but get a few shots in him and he becomes a yearning, aching mess which only turns you on more, his primal need for you. The kiss becomes more wet and intense as his tongue slides in and out of your mouth.

“Please, I need you” he begs

“are you going to be good for me? Like I know you can be” You ask

He nods enthusiastically and smiles that adorable little smile that he saves only for when you dominate him. Wrapping a tender hand around his throat and taking the other to his already hard member you line him up with your entrance while you both still stand in the hallway. It’s not the easiest position to fuck in but neither of you trusts the floor or couch of this decaying house so upright will have to do. You sink down on his cock and the moan he gives out is enough to make you wetter.

He pumps into you a few times, causing an unbelievable sensation but you have to be strong and tighten your grip on his throat.

“Uh uh uh! Who’s in control here?” You look into his eyes

“You are, miss” he replies.

“So, submit to me” you use that goddess voice you put on for when he needs to be put in his place.

“I submit” he finally says.

You bounce on his dick a few more times before returning to the kiss, placing your free hand against the wall behind Leo’s head to stabilise yourself. He’s so big you can feel him nearly splitting you open but it feels too good for you to care. Eventually you let him begin to thrust into you when your legs become a little tired and you can’t go as fast as you were hoping, but you make sure he knows that you’re still the one running the show.

“So handsome and strong, tell me, Leo, how’d you get to be so cute?”

He smiles at that and looks away bashfully but he can’t hide the little moans that rise from his throat.

“You’re always such a good boy for me, tell me how good you are” you demand

“I’m so good, but only for you. I’m your good boy” he pants, clearly nearing his climax

“No one can get me wet like you, no one makes me cream myself like you do, baby” you say breathlessly.

His movements become faster and more sloppy, more hungry. The way he hits all the right spots inside of you is like perfection and his hands are still firmly grabbing your ass to secure his position inside you.

He has the dumbest, goofy smile on his face from the praise you’re giving him and it makes you want to laugh, he turns into a fucking smitten teenager when you take control. It’s adorable. Your free hand moves to between your legs to rub your clit now that you’re both close and with a few more thrusts of his enormous dick you’re over the edge and yelling his name into the crook of his neck.

He’s still going, still panting and moaning as he nears him own release and the over stimulation is gives you is like nothing you’ve ever had before, no one can fuck like Leo.

But a few moments later he groans into your ear and it’s clear he’s just reached his high, too.

“Tsk tsk, blue boy. Did I say you could cum as well?” you scold.

He looks a little embarrassed and turns away but you can feel his cock twitch inside you from your telling off. He loves praise but rules are what makes him most heated.

After you’ve both separated and got your clothes back on (all apart from your ripped panties which you decide to leave, let other people make up their minds about what happened here with them) you take his hand once more.

“Wanna see what’s in the basement? Maybe something will jump out at us!” you tease.

He laughs you off

“Your obsession with ghosts will be the death of me” he jokes

“Well, in the immortal words of MJ, I think we just found out that I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try” you say, raising a coy eyebrow and smiling at him. He blushes, thinking back to the events of a few minutes ago and rubbing the back of his neck.

You decide that maybe it’s best hat you both get back home and leave the ghost hunting to less horny professionals, besides the only wailing that came from this house tonight was from the throws of passion you and Leo were in.

You give him a quick, playful smack on the ass as you turn to leave which makes him jump

“What? It was a spirit” you say when he turns to look at you.

You both laugh before shutting the door behind you. You could tell Leo was starting to really enjoy Halloween, for once.

Fin.

#Leo one shot #sub! leo #sub leo #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles iamgine #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leo #halloween fic #halloween #my fic #thriller

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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/rise 15 2.0 because I forgot about the orb the first time around. It’s basically the exact same, but there’s a few new sentences of you want to reread it for orb edits @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon

At first, Splinter didn't know what was happening. One moment he was opening the rift to free him and his family from the Ancient Shredder’s imbued wrath, and the next second they were somewhere else. Somewhere bright. Splinter had never taken one of Leonardo’s portals before, but this certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. The whirling colors, the feeling of being ripped apart down to the smallest atom and reassembled in (hopefully) the same order. Both he and April landed hard, several feet apart from each other, on some hot surface.

“April!” Splinter tried to reach for her. He couldn’t recognize where it was they landed— the surface was hard and black exposed, a rumble vibrating it at its foundation. The relentless sun shined down on him and blinded his sensitive eyes.

“Splints!”

Through his tears, Splinter saw April stand from the asphalt quite suddenly as if to charge him, only to hurdle over him and swing her bat. It’s mystic power ignited it green and flaming. In an instant the bat slammed into the bumper of an oncoming car and stopped it like it were nothing more than a speedball. The bumper of the car bent inward on itself and the car flew over, flipping twice in the air before landing hard behind them. It bounced several more times, slamming into multiple vehicles as alarms went off and the street fell to chaos.

“Sorry, buddy!” April grabbed Splinter’s paw and yanked him to his feet, tugging him into the nearest alley, “Hope you have O’neil insurance!”

“April— gah— you could’ve hurt someone!” Splinter had no choice but to let April pull him up the closest fire escape.

“Actually I think I hurt several, but that don’t matter.” She shoved Splinter onto the roof and pulled herself up beside him as she looked around for an escape. “Where are the guys at?”

“I don’t know— ah…” Splinter rubbed his eyes.”

“The sun bothering you, Splints?” April’s voice was impossibly soft as she stayed close to Splinter and let the near-blind rat hold onto her arm.

“It is fine. Just not used to it being so bright…”

April took off her jacket and wrapped it around Splinter, pulling the hood over his head to try and shield some of the light.

“Come on, Splints.” April’s voice was more strained now as the adrenaline started to wear off. “We gotta find the guys.”

“The orb.” Splinter groaned, “where’s the orb?”

“Don’t worry Splints.” April took the rat’s paw in her hand and gently guided it to touch the smooth surface, tracing his fingers across the mystic heat. “Got it right here.”

“The people of our city...” Splinter stared into the reflective prison.

“We’ll get em out. But first we gotta get out.”

April and Splinter kept moving until they finally found a place that was safe to rest: the shadow of a raised brick wall offered just that. April carefully guided Splinter to the shelter before reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a wallet.

“You hungry Splints? I think I have enough to get something small.” She counted the bills.

“I am alright. Spend the money on yourself. I will be fine without.”

April scoffed. “I ain’t just gonna stuff my face while you’re up here hungry. Either we’re sharing or neither of us are eating. So what’s it gonna be?”

Splinter hesitated a moment, but didn't dare talk back. “I… suppose I could eat. In fact: I’m starved! Give me the orb so I can—“

“NO!”

Splinter pulled back at the sudden rage of the young girl. The anger left April just as soon as it had come to her. She clung tightly to the orb and shifted it into her shirt.

“No... I got it... I got them...”

She felt the heat of the shelter against her thumping heart and hugged it even tighter against her bare skin. It was hers. Hers to protect. She couldn’t leave it with anyone, not even Splinter.

“Be back in a flash.”

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April went into the first restaurant she found. She didn't want to go too far away from Splinter— and frankly, she wasn’t sure how much farther she could walk. Her legs felt numb and she felt cold despite the heat of the day. It was just blind luck that it happened to be a pizza place.

April shifted her shirt higher up to it completely covered the mystic power she held with her. She kept it hidden as entered the restaurant, some part of her slow-moving mind almost wanted to jump over the register to turn up the heat. It was too cold. She stumbled up to the register and was greeted by the waiter with a wide smile.

“Sit in or to go?”

“Uh… to go please. Um… one large drink and… how many slices can a ten get me?”

“With the drink, you can get three pepperoni or cheese or two with additional toppings.”

“Three slices of pepperoni please and water…”

They passed through the transaction and April wandered over to the pick up area to wait. At first she was standing, but soon found herself leaning against the wall. She just wanted to close her eyes and maybe sleep a few seconds. Her side hurt. She wrapped her arms around it to try and sooth the throbbing with pressure, but it did little to help. She was just too tired…

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“Ma’am?”

It seemed the teen hardly recognized she was being spoken to. The server approached her hesitantly and waved a hand in front of the young girls face.

“Ma’am are you okay?”

Dark, near black eyes blinked open. Slitted, her eyelids heavy.

“Are my pizzas ready?”

And with that, she promptly collapsed.

#2.0 #I made a mistake Okay?!?#the orb is fine #nothing happened #nooooope

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haloshornsinkstains · 3 years

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Christmas Markets with Villains

"Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." Shigaraki x GN!Reader, League as family . CW for mentions of abusive/negelectful pasts, mentions of crimes. tbh it’s pretty fluffy.

You looked around the room a little nervously, the prospect of Christmas shopping with a group of wanted criminals suddenly way riskier than it had seemed when you had first agreed to the idea. The look on Tomura's face, a strange mix of exhaustion and betrayal, made way more sense now you were actually facing the consequences of your decision. All the woollen scarves and knitted hats in the world wouldn't cover up their attitudes. You considered maybe calling the whole thing off, feigning sickness or some kind of emergency, but then Toga bounced up to you tugging Jin along behind her and the pure excitement and delight sparkling in their eyes nearly made you weep. When was the last time she actually got to enjoy Christmas? When was the last time any of them had enjoyed Christmas? Your new family was composed of so many tales of abuse, of neglect and isolation. It was why you had agreed in the first place, and you wouldn't let them down now.

"Okay! Before we leave is everyone wrapped up?" You glanced around at the nodding heads, stifling a giggle at the sight of Dabi in a blue scarf and hat combo pulled so close together only his eyes peered out. "Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." "You sound like a tired parent." You could hear the eye roll in Toga's voice. "Well since Kurogiri can't come with us, someone has to take over watching you troublemakers. So behave." You tried to sound stern, but the wide grin on your face kind of spoiled the effect. "Right. If you could do the honours." Kurogiri inclined his head, opening a portal for you all. You ushered the others through, wrapping your arm through one of Shigaraki's as the pair of you joined the rear of the group. "Take care of young Tomura." "Always." You smiled, raising a hand in a wave as you stepped through the swirling mist.

The others were waiting for you on the other side. You'd found a small town outside Mustafar with a bustling market to bring them all to, hoping it lessened the chances of getting caught. "Alright." You called, cringing internally at how much you sounded like a teacher organising a school trip. "We're outside the city but please try to keep a low profile anyway. Otherwise, have fun and I'll see you all back here in two hours. Call me if you need me." The group dispersed with varying degrees of excitement, and you tightened your grip around Tomura's arm as he made to disappear with them. "You're staying with me." You hummed, ignoring his scowl as you started to pull him towards the stalls. "Are you sure you didn't need to hand out pocket money?" You just laughed at his griping, deep down he cared about his idiots too, despite the occasional death threats. “You don’t want to have to break them out of prison either. We both know you care too.” He huffed. “I don’t care.” “Uhuh, of course you don’t. I won’t let anyone know your secret.” You smiled, glancing down to double check he was wearing the special gloves you’d bought for him when you first started dating before shifting to slip our fingers between his. “Come on, we have time away from the troublemakers and I want to make the most of it.” “You’re the worst.” “You love me.” He glanced around, ensuring no one could hear before leaning closer against you with a contented hum. “Maybe.”

The pair of you wandered through the streets, taking in the lights and decorations as you avoided the crowds. Sometimes you paused to tug him towards a stall or a store window that captured your attention, letting him stand a little behind you - a force of habit to try and keep himself shielded from prying eyes despite the hood tugged low over his face. As time passed he relaxed, little by little, finally enjoying the atmosphere and time spent without worrying about heroes or avoiding the authorities. A tiny island of normality in the sea of chaos that came with being a part of the League. “Your hands are getting cold.” You paused from studying a display of pretty hair accessories for THimiko and glanced back up at him. “It is winter.” You hummed. “Just let me get this and we can grab some mulled wine?” “Why are you buying that?” You glanced down at the item in your hands and smiled softly. “It’s for Toga. I want to get something for everyone.” “Why not just get her more knives?” “Because I wanted to get her something that’s not related to her quirk, or being… well, you know. She’s still a girl, she deserves pretty things sometimes.” You sighed, handing over some money to the vendor and tucking the gift away in your bag. “I was trying to be more thoughtful.” His hand squeezed yours, you knew he didn’t really get it but it was enough that he didn’t argue with you about it. It wasn’t that long ago you’d had a fight about the pointlessness of getting the members birthday gifts, especially ‘impractical’ ones. He’d grown, you mused, he still acted like a petulant child more often than not but he was getting better. “You’re doing this for everyone?” “Mhm.” You smiled softly, catching a glimpse of Himiko and Jin darting through the stalls happily (you were going to ignore the penguin Himiko was carrying, since you were pretty sure that hadn’t been for sale). “I have a few things already.” Tomura tugged you into his side, catching your chin between his fingers and turning you so he could study your face carefully. “Why?” You frowned. “It’s Christmas?” “So?” He shrugged. “None of us have celebrated for years, I doubt any of them will have got you anything in return. Why go through the effort?” “It’s because you haven’t celebrated in years, everyone deserves at least one good Christmas. I just want them to be happy.” Saying it out loud you felt a little stupid, maybe he was right about the effort and maybe none of them actually cared about the holidays, but the League were your family now and you had wanted so badly to do something for them. Tomura scowled and you let your gaze drop to the floor dejectedly. “You’re an idiot.” He huffed, pressing chapped lips gently against yours. “You better have got me something good.” “So not just putting a bow on myself?” You teased, grinning when you saw the slightest hint of a blush paint his cheeks as he started to walk away, pulling you towards the mulled wine.

By the time the others returned, some more laden with ‘purchases’ than others, you and Tomura had been at the meet up point drinking mulled wine for a while. Your cheeks were a little flushed and Tomura was sitting beside you, leaning ever so slightly into your side, though he jumped back with a snarl when Toga let out a delighted squeal. “I suppose I should help with all the… things.” Atsuhiro sighed, gesturing towards the small mountain of… well you weren’t sure, that Toga and Jin had acquired. “Thanks Atsuhiro.” You sighed, getting to your feet. “Where’s Dabi?” There was a loud shriek in the distance, and a familiar looking blue glow lit up the sky. You sighed. “Found him!” Jin laughed. “He’s an idiot. That’s so cool!” You glanced at Tomura, who was once again scowling angrily, his hands balled into fists. “At least it was just the one of you causing trouble?” You offered half-heartedly. As if on cue Dabi strolled into view, throwing a roasted chestnut into his mouth. He smirked and held the bag out towards you just as the portal blinked into existence behind the group. “Chestnut?”

#my writing #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #dabi #toga himiko #mr compress #twice #bubaigawara jin #league of villains #fluff #gn!reader #halo.writes

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notyetneedcoffee · 3 years

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Soul Seer, pt. 14

Loki Master List

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Naughty Times!

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

You dropped your bag on the bed and wondered over to the window. The green meadow and vast forest beyond should have been a welcome site after the devastation of New York or the craziness of DC. Everyone kept saying it would be okay. This was for the best. Still, the hollow pit in your stomach would not go away.

The construction you’d driven through to get to the residence couldn’t be seen from the windows. The soundproofing must be impeccable, too, because you couldn’t hear any of the earth movers or heavy machinery. The windows didn’t open. They were solid black from the outside, but looking out they were nearly invisible.

Stark pulled out all the stops on your new home. Expensive furnishings, lush materials, and Stark Tech filled the apartment. Looking around, you admitted to yourself it was more than you ever could have asked for. You’d never had a bedroom so large. Off the sitting room, a library held books stacked to the ceiling. You even loved the colors.

It still felt empty.

A chime filled the room, followed by the voice of Jarvis. “Miss, Captain Rogers is at the door.”

“Please let him in.”

“Y/N,” Steve called out.

“Just looking around.” You answered, stepping out of the library to meet him in the sitting room.

“You okay?” Steve came closer, rubbing your shoulders.

Swallowing back tears, you tried to offer a smile.

“Hey,” he pulled you into a warm hug. “I know. Everything is different now. Give it some time, it will be okay. Really.” Steve felt you take a breath, ready to give the same argument you’d given a dozen times before. “You trust us, right? We’re not going to let anything bad happen.”

“She’s a smart woman, Captain. Do not make promises you cannot keep. You will try not to let anything bad happen.” Loki’s smooth voice came through the door.

“Loki!” You broke free and dashed into his arms. Your feet came up off the floor as he hefted you close, burying his face in the side of your neck. The feeling of his strong hold anchored you. His presence settled over you like a favorite blanket. It made you melt and gave you strength at the same time.

He set you lightly on your feet as his fingers combed over your hair, cool hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. Loki pressed his lips to your forehead. “It’s only been a few days, my pet. Have you really missed me so?”

You looked up into his smiling face. A frown drew your brows together. “Not getting to see you after that,” you shivered, “performance pissed me off. It wasn’t fair.”

“It was imperative you leave with the agents.” Loki stroked your face. “I wish you had not insisted on being there at all. Even if was not real, it was not a pleasant sight.”

“Sure felt real on my end.” Steve grumbled, even though the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“You agreed, Captain. It had to appear to be a genuine fight, especially to those who provided care to you after the fact.” Loki faced Steve, easily tucking you under his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I know. I know.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You still pack a painful punch.”

Loki smiled. “As do you, Captain.”

“Well, thanks. I guess.” He chuckled. “Tony has made certain that only the team and Pepper have free access to this building. You’ll receive notice when and where the cleaning or service crews will be around. They are escorted and under surveillance by Jarvis at all times. So, feel free to wander the building. Training facilities and the gym is on the first floor. There’s lounges and entertainment rooms on two, the labs take up all the subfloors, and we all have units on the top three floors.”

“I believe Stark even placed an observatory on the roof.” Loki looked down at your face. “The stars are more visible here than in the city.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Y/N,” Steve buried his hands in his pockets. “Give it a few months and you’ll be able to make contact with your family and friends again. No one will make you break contact, and Tony will make sure you’re kept informed. We just have to protect you from the people that know how much of Loki’s knowledge you have.”

You sighed. “I understand, Steve. I really do.” Looking around, you leaned into Loki a little more. He felt like home. He made this space work. “And I appreciate everything the team is doing, especially you. This takes breaking the rules to a whole new level.”

Loki laughed. “For someone who toes the line, you certainly knew exactly what needed to be done to fake my death.”

Steve’s ear turned pink. “Well, I figure you’re already abiding by the rules of your sovereignty and you will do way more good helping us than sitting in a steel box somewhere. Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t follow the rules.”

Loki extended a hand. “Thank you for taking care of Y/N in my absence.”

“Anytime.” Steve shook his hand. “I’m, ah, going to head out. Everyone is getting settled in, so we won’t be starting work until after lunch tomorrow.”

“I will see you then.” Loki nodded.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled.

As soon as the door closed, Loki’s hands cupped your face as his eyes studied you. “You’ve been weeping, little one.”

“I fell asleep in the car.” You answered honestly. “I dreamt of you dying again.”

“I wish you had not come.” He whispered before his lips covered yours in a soft kiss.

“Show me.” You grasped his wrists. “Show me how you did it. Maybe then I will see it for what it was instead of what the adrenaline imprinted on my memory.”

His forehead touched yours. You never could accurately explain how Loki shared his knowledge. It wasn’t like seeing something new or recalling a memory. You just suddenly knew. It was like having a latent memory triggered by the sight or sound of something. You just knew.

Entering the inquiry, Loki had been himself. One of the SHIELD agents was a magical projection. He indeed fought with the others, though he purposely used flashier magic and moved with less grace. Just before the worst of the battle, Loki bumped into his projection and with a flash, they traded places.

Steve could have fought off the specter-Loki had he wanted. Instead, he faked his effort and succumbed to the choking. As planned, Natasha swept in and killed the specter. The true Loki, stood behind you to keep you calm.

He remained with the team that escorted the ‘body’ to lock down. You were swept away with the team that checked in on the Senators and their people. The bitter taste of impotent anger flooded your senses as you realized how Loki stood passively by as a group of key politicians gawked and scoffed at what they thought was his mutilated corpse.

“Fools.” You spat and rolled your eyes. “They ran like cowards at the first sign of danger. How dare they preen over your body? They wouldn’t last two seconds against you.”

A low rumble vibrated from Loki’s chest. His fingers dug into your hips as his open mouth left a wet kiss and playful bite on your neck. “Mmm,” Loki purred against your skin as he pulled your body hard against his evident need. “You defending my prowess is quite enticing.”

Your fingers wound into his thick hair, tugging his face closer to yours. His large hands lifted you from your feet, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. He moaned when your tongue laved over his lower lip. You whispered, “I will always defend you. You are mine.”

You yelped as Loki tossed you away from him, only to gasp as your suddenly bare ass bounced on the soft sheets of the bed. Just as your jaw snapped shut, he stalked through the portal at you. As his knee sunk into the mattress, the clothes evaporated from his body. The raw hunger in his eyes, caused more than your mouth to water.

Loki captured your ankle in one hand, pulling it up to his mouth. Wet kisses, playful bites, and delicious licks had you quivering before he reached your inner thigh. You laid back, clawing at the sheets as he pushed your legs further apart.

“Mmm, my pet.” His fingers slipped through your wetness, spreading slickness over your sensitive flesh. “So responsive for me.” His talented cool tongue circled your clit before lapping up your juices. “So luscious.”

“Loki…” Your sigh turning to a sudden gasp as Loki’s hand held you down and his mouth latched on to your clit. Fire shot through your veins. Your body writhed, but he held you firm. Somehow, the impossibly strong force of his hand holding you down just pushed your excitement higher. His magic tongue danced over sensitive flesh, lighting your nerve on fire. Loki hummed, low and rich, rocking your body with the vibration.

“Oh fuck!” Tension coiled low in your belly. Loki did not let up, determined to pull ecstasy from you as fast as possible. Two long fingers slipped into you, stroking firmly against the perfect spot. Your back arched. A wicked smile spread across his sex damp face. Fingers pumped harder. A wave broke, washing you in heat, as you came over his hand. “Loki!”

His thick chuckle filled your ears as your body quivered. Loki crawled up your body, raining kisses along your flesh. “I could not wait, pet.” Loki growled against your ear. “I needed to taste your honey.” His cock pressed into you, filling you. “Needed to hear you scream my name.” He hitched your knees up, fucking into you deep. “Yes,” he groaned, “to feel you around me.”

Whining, your finger dug into his shoulders, holding on. Loki set a powerful, fast pace. The crisp forest, clean male and distinctly Loki smell filled your head. The low rumble of his groans brushed you ear. He surrounded you, filled you. So intense. Your breath mixed with his, noses brushing along each other’s.

Loki felt your body coil, felt the heat flush your skin. His hips snapped and you cried out. He pushed your further, barely holding back his own release. Your thighs shook as he dug his fingers into your flesh. His deep timbre rumbled over your cheek, tickling your ear, “Come for me.”

Fire raced down your body, hitting you hard and stealing your breath. Loki moaned, chasing your release with his own. You melted, every bit of tension, every bit pain, washed away leaving you floating despite Loki’s weight pressing you to the mattress.

You stayed wrapped around him, relishing in his body around you, in you, anchoring you.

Loki held you tight, uncertain whether the need to remain close was his own or if it came from you. Either way, he relaxed into the feeling, allowing himself a moment of need. There would be enough work, enough worries, later. For this moment, he could allow you both to forget it all.

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zebrabaker · 4 years

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Paris Stands Alone; Part 13

Part 12

This chapter’s art is...

As always, HUGE credits to @gajer-1226 , for her amazing art!

Marinette groaned from her spot on the couch. Mullo had come down from relaxing in the sunroom a while ago, and the trio was sprawled out on the couch, cuddling under a blanket and watching a news report on the current Mayoral elections. Monsieur D’Argencourt was running again, despite having lost so many times in a row. His opponents were a strict woman who had been on the city council for years and was very conservative, and a man who was far more liberal but had little experience. She’d need to keep an eye on things politically, things like this always led to stronger Akumas, be they the politicians themselves or angry citizens.

Right as she had begun to debate with herself whether or not she should go back to bed the whole house shook, and she heard screaming in the streets.

“Son of a bitch…let’s go.” She rolled off the couch with a heavy sigh. “What are we betting on this time?” She asked, stretching and rolling her neck gently.

“Oh! Animal!” Mullo squeaked, perking up. She and the Kwamis had invented a game of betting on what the Amoks would be, winner getting to pick what game they would play on the household game night. If there was a tie, they would do a coin toss.

“I imagine after this morning they’ll go for inanimate.” Tikki yawned. “Ready whenever you are, Marinette!”

“Spots on!” She cried, smirking when she saw a portal appear a few feet away from her, put of sight of the windows. Leaping through, she let loose a battle cry as the world sharply shifted.

X0X0X

The Amok was a rampaging, canine beast, with massive fangs and glowing red eyes, and a hissing, spitting cobra for a tail. It looked like a terrifying mix of a pit-bull and a Doberman pinscher. Nightmare had taken to the rooftops, opening a portal that Ladybug leaped through with a mighty cry. She flung her yoyo at a flagpole and yanked it tight, swinging towards the beast feet-first. She slammed it across the snout, making it whine and stumble. A figure dropped from another portal in the sky, this one swirling blue and white, the figure indistinguishable.

“No way!” Teacup squealed, bouncing in place.

“What is that?” Batman asked, drawing a batarang.

“That is someone we don’t see very often.” Cat Sidhe muttered.

“Who?” Wonder Woman asked, fidgeting with her lasso.

“Bunnyx, the wielder of the Rabbit Miraculous. Her Miracle is called Burrow, it allows her to transverse the timestream with ease. She only visits on important occasions, or if she needs to warn us away from something. She’s the one who sent Jade Turtle out on patrol the night he died saving that girl from the disgraced one. Let’s go say ‘hi’, everyone.” Yellow Jacket was smirking as she took off running for the edge of the building. Right as she reached the edge, she grabbed a dagger from her boot and flung it at the beast at the same time as she flung her trompo at the same flagpole Ladybug had swung from. The dagger nailed the beast (presumably an Amok) in the eye, and it howled in agony and rage. It thrashed and stomped it’s feet, which were the size of minivans. It managed to take the corner off a building, making the civilians evacuating along the sidewalks scream.

Snapping Turtle dove into action, drawing their shield in a fluid motion and shouting something lost beneath the sound of the monster’s howls. A green semi-opaque dome made of hexagons appeared, surrounding a small family and the hero in question from the rubble raining from above. The shield didn’t even flicker or waver, merely protecting the small family as Snapping Turtle scooped one of the three small children up and prepping the family to move.

Vixen, standing on the rooftop, drew her reedpipes from her belt, and slowly began to play a haunting tune. Cat Sidhe, picking up on some hidden signal, made a series of gestures with the hand that bore his ring, before uttering a word that made the Americans shudder. It was dark and dank, this feeling, like the paranoia of being out late at night with shadows looming and every sound inducing panic.

From the ring began to emerge a shadowy figure. It morphed itself slowly into a humanoid figure, dressed in all white, with features that seemed to whisper ‘not right, not human, predator!’ in the ears of all who saw it. It was the unnatural smoothness of it’s skin and features, the inverted colors, with white pupils and black irises, hair that started pure white and faded to dull purple. It seemed to be a doll, unmoving, until Cat Sidhe spoke.

“Distract the Amok for me.” He ordered, and the inhuman thing melted into a pool of shadows, before the puddle seemed to dart away towards the Amok.

“What was that?” Nightwing asked uneasily.

“That was his Grace’s secondary ability, Nyx. It creates an inverted clone of pure destruction energy. You don’t want to be around when it self-destructs, that’s for damn sure.” Roi Singe sighed. “I’ll stay back this time; I don’t want to throw you guys off.”

“Alright. I’m off. Vixen, you good?” The fox, who was still playing her pipes, which were emitting a light orange mist, nodded slowly. The mist was descending to the streets below, and Cat Sidhe went running towards the edge of the building, going into a diver’s position as he plummeted towards the street below. Barely twenty feet above the pavement, the cat hero drew his baton and extended it, slamming the end into the ground so hard that it dented the asphalt as he vaulted towards the Amok, which was now biting and snapping as Ladybug and Yellow Jacket darted around it’s head. There was another heroine, this one in blue and white with roller skates on her feet, moving too fast for anyone to properly see her.

The orange mist, which now filled the entire block, suddenly blew towards the Amok, whirling around it as if being held by a tornado. A glance at Vixen proved that her fingers were dancing over her pipes faster than ever, and Batman felt on edge. He’d never been a fan of magic.

The mist rapidly coalesced into a large, feline shape, similar to the Amok in it’s unnatural size. The feline let out a powerful yowl, and swiped with massive claws at the Amok. The Amok (Who Yellow Jacket insisted on calling ‘Fluffy) growled and pounced at the beast, only to be entangled in the wires of Ladybug and Yellow Jacket’s weapons as the illusion dissolved into mist once more. As the wires pulled taught around the Amok, Cat Sidhe’s Nyx reappeared before the beast, darting every which way and holding it’s attention. The beast, desperate in it’s rage to attack the tiny unnatural thing in front of it, thrashed and wriggled, trying to get itself lose, and only succeeded in tightening the wires. Slowly, Cat Sidhe snuck up behind the Amok, right hand raised in front of him as if he was trying to smack a fly. Right as the Amok snapped it’s jaws closed around the clone, Cat Sidhe slammed his hand into a thin red collar around Fido’s neck. The dog let out a startled, pained yelp, and was encased in a squirming mass of dark blue bubbles, which hissed and popped as the Amok shrank. Ladybug stood, waiting, and yanked on her yoyo string, which came zipping back into her palm. It wasn’t until the mass was barely any bigger than an American football that a peacock feather appeared that she acted, gently swinging her yoyo to catch it. When she had the feather secured, she flung her yoyo high into the air, crying out a string of words that felt like pure safety.

It was after the loveliness had faded that the final bubbles faded away, revealing a small, emaciated puppy, who’s bones showed through it’s skin, and it seemed to shiver as it looked up at all the heroes surrounding it. It snarled and snapped, cowering from the heroes around it.

“Wait, that was the eight-story tall monster that just did at least half a million in property damage?” Nightwing asked, walking up behind the Court members.

“This is why Hawkmoth and Mayura are so dangerous, they turn even the most innocuous, innocent little thing into something that can kill hundreds.” Vixen explained, landing behind them lightly, as if she hadn’t just jumped ten stories.

“What will happen to the poor thing?” Wonder Woman asked, watching as the puppy shied away from Ladybug’s hand as if expecting to be hit.

“Well, Fidel already has several dogs. They naturally love her, and Yellow Jacket has been talking about setting up a sanctuary for stray dogs. This one, however, seems to have developed a liking towards her Ladyship.” Roi Singe chuckled, watching as the small dog pressed it’s head into Ladybug’s palm.

“And lord only knows that my Melody could never turn away an animal in need.” Cat Sidhe said, approaching them casually. “Thanks for staying out of the way back there, it could have been bad if someone got hurt.”

“You’re in charge here.” Batman said gruffly.

“Still, we might have an issue. I have some stuff that needs me back home, so I was thinking one of my brothers could come over and help you guys out.”

“We’ll talk about it more tomorrow, for now we all need to split before the press starts getting pushy and Vixen, Bunnyx, and I transform back.” Ladybug said, holding the small dog in her arms. The canine was cuddled up close to her, soaking in her body heat. “Ready, love?” She asked Cat Sidhe, who nodded and sent a glare at a woman with pinkish hair who was coming their way, a camera crew behind her. “Bug out!” Ladybug said, winking to the cameras and flinging her yoyo (which should not be able to go that far) at a flagpole on a nearby building. Cat Sidhe began to extend his baton, before letting it fall, vaulting off down the street.

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Nadya watched as Ladybug and Cat Sidhe left the scene, and the various Court members disappeared to the rooftops. This was perfect! And yet, right as she approached, Batman drew a grappling hook from his belt, fired at a gargoyle on a nearby building, and went flying off, and Wonder Woman barely waved to the camera before flying away. At least the remaining hero, a young man dressed in black and blue, took a moment to smile and give a dramatic bow before somehow climbing a brick wall. These heroes were ruining her poor ratings! Well, she still had that Ladyblogger girl’s number…

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RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 13 Review/Remix

We should have guessed something would go wrong. Things were going way too right at the end of the last chapter. But shit didn’t just hit the fan, it hit the ground and then bounced over the edge into an abyss. And with only the finale chapter left in this Volume, I can’t imagine how they’re going to fix all of this before we have to wait another year for more good news.

Since we can’t have bad without first knowing good, the writers are kind enough to open this episode with some hope. Jaune’s half of the group, that is to say JNR plus Oscar and Emerald, see one of the portals open for them in the communications room. They don’t know if people will actually know to use these things to evacuate without the message Jaune was trying to send, so they decide to do some portal hopping and spread the word on foot. But first they have to make sure these things actually work, so they need to send a giunea pig through. Just his luck, they send Jaune and it does not pair well with his history of motion sickness. He doesn’t hurl, but he does land on his face and rise to his hands and knees when he safely comes out the other side of what looked like the trippy space rift from 2001 a Space Odyssey. The others follow close behind and take a moment to be in awe of this pocket dimension they find themselves in. Jaune recovers quickly and takes command. He and Nora will be going from portal to portal spreading the word about evacuation to Vacuo, while Ren Oscar and Emerald will be leading the pack and calling Shade Academy once they’re in Vacuo that they need to prep for hundreds of refugees. They part ways and Oscar gives a playful little salute, then Jaune leaps over the edge of the platform they were on. Someone should have told him about Ambrosius’ dire warning last week... Okay fine, we see a frame or two of him opening his shield so clearly he’s gliding down to the nearest other portal not falling into the void. Meanwhile Nora is once again riding Magnhild like a rocket powered broomstick to fly away into a portal of her own. We abruptly cut to a subway station where everyone is comedically hiding behind the stairway and peek out to look at the portal before them. One civilian is coaxed into stepping forward and checking it out, so he throws a rock at it. Because his luck continues to screw him over, Jaune comes through at that exact moment and gets hit on the head with the rock. His sudden appearance scares everyone into diving behind the stairs again, but they do peek out once more after taking a second to realize they just saw a person come through to talk to them. Jaune pulls out his Scroll to show them his Huntsman license so they’ll take him seriously, and presumably it works out great. We see Penny and RWBY coming in through their own portal and likewise being amazed by Ambrosius’ handiwork before seeing other people starting to pour in while Nora and Jaune are calling out directions and reassurances, such as the Happy Huntresses and the refugees under their protection. They wonder aloud about how few people have come through yet, but the priority is getting Penny and the Staff into Vacuo safely so they’ve got to trust Jaune’s team with this. Speaking of Vacuo and Jaune’s team, we see what happens when the green team gets into the desert outside the city. There’s an intense sandstorm raging around the area where the portal lets them out, and they can’t see which way to go to reach Shade. Worse still, cell service is down so they can’t call anyone. And civilians are starting to come through into this chaos so it’s just getting worse and worse. Ren can mask them from any Grimm that might catch a whiff of all that negativity, but only for so long.

As Nora is leaving one crowd of incoming civies to go help bring in another, Cinder arrives hiding beneath a cloak and we see her give a little smirk. Next thing we know, and explosion goes off and at least a dozen innocent people are launched into the void below. Irreversible consequences there, as far as we know, and it causes a real panic. Team RWBY tell Penny to just keep going into Vacuo while they deal with this, and we see Cinder gleefully flying around looking for the object of her hatred. She spots which way the team is heading and blasts some fire in the path to cut Ruby off. Cinder makes a clear reference to something Oscar said in an earlier conversation the heroes shared, and this throws the girls for a bit of a loop but they’re still ready to throw down.

With a swing of Crescent Rose, we cut back to Cinder and Watts meeting with Neo in the alleyway. She’s learned you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so she apologizes for how she’s treated Neo and promises she will get the revenge she wants so badly this time, but in order to do that Cinder will need to use the Lamp. Neo reluctantly does some magic of her own and pulls the Lamp out of her hat. The two glare at each other for a moment as Neo refuses to let it go, but she conceded and through unknown means tells Cinder the password. Maybe she wrote it on her Scroll and showed her? Either way, Cinder uses the final question to ask to be shown what Team RWBY’s plan is for the handoff with Ironwood. Jinn seems upset to hear she has to go against those nice kids, but the rules of her existence must be obeyed so she grants it anyway. I got some real “Jafar steals the lamp from Aladdin” vibes, and I can’t say I minded being reminded of that great Disney film. Cinder’s trio get to see every conversation the heroes have planning out all the successes we just saw last episode, and now we know they’re totally prepared to make it go wrong at every turn. Seeing Cinder so in control and prepared brought me back to Volume 3 where she was at her most dangerous as a villain, and that’s not a bad thing. It’s been a long time coming and justifies her continuation as a threat. What quelled the pit in my stomach a bit was the look of betrayal when Cinder realized Emerald switched sides on her. She recovers quickly and suggests they help Watts finish what he started and tear the Kingdom down with his intellect. To that end they break into Atlas central command and slaughter just about everybody inside. This would seem to include that devil of the workplace Bill who spilled coffee and microwaved salmon at work. And if that was Velvet’s dad as we liked to theorize, then that’s a real shame. The ladies leave Watts to his work, but on her way out Cinder tells Watts this is everything he deserves, possibly as a way to mend bridges between them. I prefer to hope she sealed that door shut behind her and she’s leaving him to die with the plummeting city because she’s still mad he roasted her. We see that Jaune’s warning broadcast getting cut short was indeed Watt’s doing, and just to be more of an asshole he wipes a bloodstain off an apple and eats it while he does so. With that sabotage taken care of he shifts focus to the airship hangar where the birds are cuffing the Ace Ops. But they only manage to restrain Elm before Watts sends an AK (Atlesian Knight) into the area and has it charge right at them primed to self destruct. It almost gets Robyn but Marrow jumps in the way and is knocked out. That means his Semblance wears off and Harriet is free to sprint into the airship the bomb is still loaded on to. She’s intent on finishing this last mission even if it means killing herself. Vine runs after her and manages to grab the closing cargo door with his stretchy arms before it’s too late. Robyn and Qrow are left quite worried.

Speaking of desperately destructive military personnel, Ironwood regains consciousness in his cell to the sound of crumbling debris and the realization of his failure at the hands of these teens. Jacques is in the next cell and wastes no time criticizing him for failing to keep Atlas afloat. He’s happy to gloat that his fellow man has lost, though he does wistfully admit he’s lost too. Ironwood looks like he might have a breakdown as he processes the fact that all his efforts have been foiled and he can’t be the hero of this situation, that those he thinks are the dangerous insurrection who will ruin everything are going to win... when he hears a buzzing sound. The door to his cell seems to be glitching before shutting down entirely. He’s hesitant to walk out but it stays deactivated and he finds his weapons just casually lying on the ground a few yards away from his cell. Jacques seems to not understand there are consequences to insulting a person every chance you can get and pleads for James to let him out of his cell too. Ironwood just silently loads up his big laser gun and turns it on the door of Jacques’ cell. Sure, he’ll open the door, he says emotionlessly. And the man opens fire. Jacques has a moment to realize what’s happening and seems fearful, but he lost the pity of the FNDM 4 Volumes ago. Whatever Ironwood calls this cannon of his, it leaves behind green fire and annihilates Jacques’ cell... and him along with it. Weiss’ father in name alone is dead and the Schnee family will never get a chance to settle things properly with him for how he treated them. Weiss arresting him, Winter promising him Weiss wants him to be rescued from the falling city, gods only know what Willow had said to him last, and whatever obedience Whitley showed him before he was dragged off to jail. There are the last things they said to him and they have to live with that forever. Question is, who’s going to tell them Jimmy did the deed? He’s got no time to do so, he’s a man with a mission.

We go from one fiery dilemma to another as Team RWBY are still struggling to deal with Cinder even 4 on 1. She flies upward and creates a cyclone of fire beneath her to make it that much harder to reach her, before complimenting the team on the depth of their plan. She acknowledges she wouldn’t have been able to deal with it by herself, so in a way she’s grateful these girls taught her to ask for help. That help indeed comes from Neo, who’s approaching in disguise from behind Ruby. Yang notices Neo approaching, and charges in to push Ruby out of the way. But that means Yang takes the hit instead, and it takes out the last of her Aura. She hits the ground hard, and tumbles over the edge of the platform. In a threefold shot we see Neo mad that someone got in the way of her surprise attack, while Ruby and Weiss are freaking out and Blake immediately sprints past the latter to try and make a save. She throws Gambol Shroud as far as the ribbon will let it go, but it’s not far enough. Yang falls into the void below, dissolving into gold sparkles once she reaches a certain depth. This has all seemingly happened in a matter of seconds, which would explain why Ruby didn’t have enough time to get back on her feet from being shoved to the ground and use her Semblance to try and save her sister, and why Weiss didn’t have a chance to try and catch her on any glyphs or summon a Lancer to ride down and catch her. She’s not the fastest with making those summons anyway, she’s still got some room for improvement before she can make instant saves in that way. Long story short,

Don’t give the writers shit for having Blake be the only one able to try and help.

The fact that she fails to save her partner is of course very upsetting for Blake and she screams Yang’s name with all the appropriate despair and sorrow. Ruby doesn’t have a lot of time to process the fact that her sister may have just died since Neo wastes no time attacking her and all her focus has to go into self defense and trying to win that fight. We can see in the background Weiss holding Blake back, because this poor woman seems to want nothing more than to dive in after Yang either out of suicidal despair or a last feverish hope that she survived and can be rescued. The denial and depression soon turns to anger though, and she grabs her weapon with a look of murderous rage before charging in to attack Neo for what she did. She grabs Neo with her ribbon and tries to slice her in two, but it’s just an illusion and the real one is fighting with Ruby heading up a pathway towards one of the portals. Weiss turns her attention back to Cinder, and is doing an okay job of holding her own but not getting any hits in of her own. The tables seem like they could turn for our protagonists when Penny flies in to join the fight and punches Cinder in the face. But Weiss didn’t want Penny getting involved, and Cinder seems pretty glad to get another rematch with her. And she certainly is more prepared this time, compared to Penny who tries to summon her swords and forgot she doesn’t have them anymore. She takes a hit and lands in a crowd of civilians, though she does land on her feet and quickly improvise by making some new swords with her magic and then flying back into the fray. Weiss skates on her glyphs up a path to get a better vantage point, and pulls Cinder out of attack mode with a black holding glyph that seems to yank on her like gravity. Turns out the glyphs are vulnerable to fire though, so Cinder burns through it and quickly finds where Weiss is so she can send a flurry of fiery glass blades her way. Weiss happened to choose a spot right by 3 portals so there’s about a dozen innocent bystanders around her that are in danger. She thinks fast and summons her Knight’s sword to shield them, but some of the blades do go through a portal and send some other people diving for cover in the train station. Jaune is there to defend some of them with his shield, and immediately realizes the evacuation job just got a lot harder. Unfortunately for Weiss, these glass shards superheat and explode at her feet, sending her flying off the platform. She still has Aura though, and catches herself on a glyph to catch her breath. In the meantime, Cinder goes back on the defensive against Penny and Ladybug continue to tag team against Neo. Blake hears screaming and realizes she could also try and help Weiss and Penny deal with Cinder, but feels really conflicted about it. Who needs her more, can she just give up on getting vengeance for Yang? What can she even do against a Maiden? She just doesn’t know.

Back in the skies, Harriet is getting close to Mantle when she gets an alert of a disturbance in the airship’s cargo hold. Putting the controls on autopilot, she goes down to check on it and sees Vine made it aboard. She’s about to arm the bomb, but he stops her and voices his thoughts that this may not be the best plan for them anymore, much to her annoyance. She asks him if this is really the side he wants to take here and now, and he doesn’t want to call it a divide like that. But he lays out the facts: Their commanding officer has been deposed so his authority is moot, the city is going down and there’s likely going to be no stopping that, and the people are going to be brought to safety regardless. So why bother bombing a city full of innocents whose other options are run away to the barren desert or be crushed under a giant hunk of rock? But Harriet isn’t having that shit. It’s the principle of the matter, it’s about following through and standing with her decisions. If she’s not obeying what Ironwood ordered... then what is she anymore? To disobey him or let the teens continue their rescue efforts means acknowledging they’re in the right and she’s wrong. And after the last few days of seeing them as her enemy and losing a fight to them... her pride just won’t allow it. She has to see this through, because it’s what Clover would have done. He was a good soldier, he died doing what the general told him he had to. Vine admits that doesn’t mean he was right to die on that hill. He wasn’t an infallible paragon of good judgment. Harriet doesn’t like hearing that either, but she can’t seem to find the right words to defend her stance on Clover. Probably because those words are something to the tune of “Clover was my friend, and I want to do right by him because I miss him dearly”. But to say that would mean the Ace Ops were also wrong after the mission in the mines, when they were so condescending in telling Team RWBY that you have to just be coworkers with your team and you can’t be friends. And she seems to prefer suicide bombing death over admitting some teenagers knew more about friendship and teamwork than her and her squad. That ego and temper really need some working on, and one starts to worry she’s too far gone to ever get a chance at working on them. Before Vine can give some heartfelt reassurances about being allowed to feel their feelings for each other the airship gets bumped hard and Harriet goes back into angry work first mode. She arms the bomb and tries to dump Vine out the cargo doors before rushing back up to the cockpit and regaining control of the ship. The bumping was caused by Robyn flying another airship into them to try and keep the bomb from being delivered, because how was she to know Vine was about to defuse the whole situation? She does have the good sense to let up on her efforts and come around behind the other airship to rescue Vine when she sees he’s hanging on for dear life. In the meantime, Harriet has to deal with another angry bird as Qrow uses his bird form to fly right up to her windshield and turns back at the last second to crash through the glass and tackle her to the floor. The two fall down the ladder back into the cargo hold, where Qrow seems ready and willing to give Harriet the rematch she’s been wanting so badly. But since nobody’s at the controls and Harriet didn’t turn autopilot back on, the ship’s going to crash... except it’s not because Watts overwrites that too and makes sure the bomb is gonna get where he wants it to.

Down in the Vault, Winter is trying to call any of the teens she can reach to get an update on the plan’s progress. No signal, we know now to thank Watts for that, but what she does find is a red dot appearing on the ground and quickly moving to the center of her chest. She promptly realizes its a laser sight and puts up a glyph to shield herself, but it’s a real strong green blast. Ironwood is coming down the elevator with his greek fire cannon, and he fully intents to put his former lieutenant down for betraying him. For all his paranoia he never thought she would stab him in the back, but that’s just what happens when you have good people at your side while you go mad with power. James tries one last time to insist he knows the right course of action for Atlas. Winter should just step aside and let him kill Team RWBY to reclaim the Staff and Make Atlas Floating Again. But she won’t back down, it is her job and her passion to protect Atlas and its people, and she’s not quitting in the face of this new enemy of the peace. Because Ironwood is the villain here, as much as he thinks he’s right. The extremes he considers necessary are too far. Ironwood actually sheds a tear when faced with this declaration, but I think it’s the last of his heart and humanity leaving as he shuts himself off from all but his machine like devotion to the cause.

Back in the Vacuan desert, Ren’s Aura runs out after spending a few minutes masking thousands of refugees, and the three green teens wonder where the heck Penny is, since she should have been among the first through the portal and her Maiden powers would be able to make quick work of the sandstorm. Oscar grows especially concerned and tries to run back into the pocket dimension to go check on her, but he hits the portal hard and gets bounced back. Oz realizes this new issue is Ambrosius’ doing, and we flashback to when Weiss was telling the big blue builder how to make the central location and all its portals. She happened to use the phrase “a one-way ticket to Vacuo”, since they had no intention of going back to the crashing Atlas. But Ambros took that too literally in the wrong way, and made the Vacuo portal the only one to be one way. They can hop around between Atlas portals all they want, but once you’re in Vacuo there’s no going back to help with the fight they don’t even know is happening yet. But these three have problems of their own, because bat-like Grimm are swarming in and attacking the unguarded civilians. We end the episode there, and boy am I not ready for the finale to only make things worse before 8 months of no resolutions. Are you?

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@winterrisen ‘ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. ‘ enemies to lovers + one of them is hurt prompts

WHEN THE PHONE RINGS A QUATER AFTER ONE, she’s not shocked that it’s johanna’s number that lights it up for the upteenth time. but the urgent 911 text right before she answers has katniss already shuffling to put on her boots, a huffed yeah on her end before the other begins to speak. bucky may gotten himself into a fight tonight at the bar, and all i’m saying is he’s got a pretty bad gash on his cheek but he won’t let me near him. he won’t go to the doctor, katniss, and well ... you’re the only one that grump will even talk to sometimes. the phone is hung up and shoved into her back pocket, slipping on her leather jacket before finding her small self made med kit. she hates doctors, hates the medics at S.H.I.E.L.D ---- and bucky? well. he’s got too much pride.

new york city is cold, it usually starts to feel brisk right before the winter really hits. prim always liked the autumn, going to central park and gazing at all the changing colors of the leaves - how she’d laugh at katniss’ rosy cheeks from the cool air - so she buries herself down in her jacket, vowing to meet outside of bucky’s brooklyn apartment. it’s only a few blocks away, and a shortcut through an alleyway. when she gets there, she holds johanna’s gaze, who looks like she is absolutely peeved with the events of the night. she passes her by with a good luck, girl on fire. that boys just looking for a fight.

‘’ ... bucky. ‘’ he won’t even look at her, which ... fair. they’re usually having some form of back and forth going on anyway, like a spark in a powder keg, bouncing off each other until one of them ends up going off. she stands at the bottom of the three concrete steps outside, hands shoved into her pockets. ‘’ okay, we’ll skip the formalities. i know you don’t want anyone around, but you need to at least let me look at it. ‘’ it’s not the first time she’s had to rush to aide him, and sometimes that day still seems to play in the back of her mind. what would have happened if she wasn’t there? the scar had healed up pretty nicely, and things seemed to .... calm, for the most part. well, as calm as a tornado and a volcano could be. johanna calls it a spark, but katniss just shrugs it off.

the door opens, and katniss is about to turn away and go back to her own place before she realizes he’s holding it open for her - and she nods, slipping in before following him up the stairs to his place. every building seems to look the same, with tons of stairs that never seem to end - and once they’re to his place he toes the door open. again, there is little to no speaking, which means he’s probably still mad at what went down or himself. still, she slips in and greets alpine, kneeling down to scratch under it’s chin. ‘’ hey, girl. ‘’ she’s met with a series of purrs, and then katniss slips off her jacket by the door and follows bucky into the kitchen where he sits at the table.

in this light she can see the damage, the blues and purples from the bruising around the wound and the deep gash - which looks like he was struck with glass. she’s careful as her fingertips touch to his cheek, noting that he doesn’t even seem to flinch. instead, he’s just staring at her - not even breaking as those grey meet his gaze, and someone once said that the eyes were a portal to the soul. there’s so much said, so much left untouched, so many secrets still hiding in the depths of stormy blue that she clears her throat to look down, grabbing the med kit and swallowing thickly. ‘’ ... you want to tell me what happened? ‘’

to her surprise, he does - but it’s met with a shaky breath before it all starts coming out. she nods and shakes her head, teeth chewing at her bottom lip as she cleans the wound of all the old blood. he’s a ghost story, the way he talks about war and fighting like it has been ingrained into him - and she knows ... she knows what they talk about. the avengers, shield, the higher ups. bucky barnes was the winter soldier, but that’s not who he is right now. right now, he’s a man who got into a bar fight, and katniss doesn’t see him for the monster that they will ever paint him to be. besides, who else rescues little chipmunks and affectionately names them and visits them often?

‘’ i’d tell you this stings but you’d probably look at me funny again. ‘’ it’s a special salve that she’s made herself from resources from shield and the field - her mothers interest in botany and medicine coming to be helpful more more than ever. it’s got reparative properties that should help seal up the wound and keep him from needing stitches, and her fingers coat themselves in it - bringing it up to his face. there’s a .... moment though, where katniss pauses, the soft brush of a thumb just under the slit of his cheek. ‘’ you are, without a doubt, the biggest pain in my ass. i don’t even make house calls for johanna this much. ‘’ when bucky goes to respond, she presses her fingers against his cheek, coating the wound with the salve. it’s warm, and stings - and after a few moments of her applying it liberally all around and on it, it seems to bring the swelling down a tad bit. it’ll need to be covered and have ice placed on it, and in the morning she’ll have to check to make sure it’s worked. but even as it’s settling, her fingers don’t move just yet. he feels so incredibly human at her fingertips . . . it’s a wonder he’s survived this long.

‘’ ahem. you uh .. you need ice. or a bag of frozen peas. i’ll go -- get some. ‘’ he probably has neither, but to the freezer she does - opening the door to find ..... it nearly empty. there is a bag of frozen fruit in there that seems like it’s been sitting for a while now, and when the door is closed he’s moved to the couch to be with alpine who, like every other time, looks in absolutely bliss to be around bucky. if only buttercup would ever greet her with the same enthusiasm. she’s got some gauze in one hand and the fruit in another, and she sits on the arm of the couch. ‘’ you should really let me put the gauze on before alpine starts to clean your face. ‘’ there is no fight with that, bucky and alpine coming over so she can press it to his cheek with ease. she holds up the bag of fruit as an offer, but he doesn’t take it - arms preoccupied with the ball of white fluff in his arms.

‘’ . . . okay, fine. guess i’ll do it. ‘’ she slips down on the couch, expecting him to sit next to her - and he does, sorta, half sitting half laying with alpine still tucked into his arms. sometimes he’s . . . unpredictable, like now, a sort of quiet understanding and softness in the late night. they’ve both been known for hardly sleeping, but there’s an edge of fatigue that seems to tug at his shoulders. there is no more fight left in him, and eventually katniss is being used as a pillow. there’s only a slight protest, pressing the cold to his cheek in hopes it says what her mouth won’t - but instead, she’s greet with her name, a whisper just in the night.

katniss . . . we can go back to hating each other tomorrow.

with his head in her lap, alpine tucked in his arms, a bag of frozen fruit pressed to his cheek ------ she thinks there’s is a whisper of a smile tugging at his lips, tired eyes falling shut. for a moment, everything seems to be at peace - and for the firt time in a long time, new york city doesn’t seem to be as loud as the uneven hammer of her heartbeat. her lips part to speak, but nothing comes out, and all she can do is hold the frozen bag to his cheek.

#winterrisen #this is ... long #i'm sorry????

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