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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Robert Picardo as The Doctor is the best thing about Voyager. Now I’m just imagining him teaming up with Penny.

It’s “Write incredibly niche crossover fic in response to an ask” hour! 🥳️

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One might assume that when the ship hit an unknown anomaly, resulting in a non-organic entity that produced life signs appearing on the bridge, claiming she was from another reality significantly different from their own, that someone of significant rank would see fit to inform the Chief Medical Officer of this threatening, precarious development.

They didn't. The Doctor only found out when Paris stumbled into his sickbay, arm wrapped gingerly around his waist.

"Hiya, Doc. Don't suppose you know anything about treating hugs?"

"Hugs?"

His programming demanded that he focus on the most life threatening problem at any given time. Nevertheless, the Doctor found his gaze shifting to the woman behind Paris, hovering anxiously in the doorway. She appeared human at first glance, but the mechanisms attached to her legs and the soft, nearly undiscernible hum of a power source gave her away. She smoothed hands down the front of her skirt, casting him curious glances in turn.

Paris heaved himself onto a bed, biting off a curse. "Penny, meet the Doc. Doc, Penny. I bet you two would make great friends, I'd just prefer it if you started gabbing after we figure out if I'm dying."

"If only we were so lucky," the Doctor said, already in the midst of a scan, "Hmm. Sadly, the crew will have to weather your presence a while longer, Lieutenant Paris. Your rib was broken."

"Oh, that's just great, I — wait. Was?"

"Already healed." The Doctor waved the osteogenic stimulator in Paris' face. He bat at it like an obnoxious fly. "Really, you people do make a fuss over the smallest bumps and bruises. You're fragile too. Am I to understand that your eighth rib cracked under the force of a hug?"

Paris gestured across the sickbay, his other arm lightly palpitating his side. "Yeah? Maybe? Ask Ms. Super Strength over there."

The address seemed to break whatever stupor Penny was in. She let out a little gasp and flew to Paris' side, fast enough that the Doctor was left blinking at the near teleportation. He made a note to run a self-diagnosis later, just to ensure his optical processors were functioning properly.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Mr. Paris," Penny said, her voice soft and, seemingly, sincere. She reached out towards the biobed, only to draw her hands back before touching his leg. "I thought for sure that someone on such a dangerous mission, a part of your bridge team, would have his aura unlocked."

Paris blinked. "Aura?"

"Whatever it is she's emitting, I'd wager," the Doctor said, now scanning Penny from the top of her curls to the toe of her boots. At his words a shimmering green light appeared on the surface of her skin, seeming to be both a part of and separate from her. "Huh. Fascinating."

Penny nodded. Crisis averted and conversation turned scientific, she seemed to shake off the previous anxiety, beginning to bounce with a child-like glee. "Yes! Where I come from everyone has aura — it is the manifestation of our souls — but only a few are able to use it. You must train for a very long time and then your aura can protect you!" Penny looked down at her gloved hands, deflating just a bit. "I would like to show you, but I am not a human girl. Or a faunus one. Aura creates a shield to absorb damage and it can heal minor wounds, but though I am the first synthetic being to generate aura, my body is inorganic. Injuring myself would not provide you with the demonstration my friends could give you. I am sorry."

"That's, uh..." Paris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me see if I understand this. You're sorry that you're not the one who's injured and instantly healing?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, that's enough alternate reality for one day." Paris hoped down from the bed, patting Penny's shoulder. "Don't even worry about it, kid. Doc's given me a clean bill of health — "

"I've done nothing of the sort. There's clearly something wrong with you, though nothing I’m capable of fixing."

" — and you saved me from another of Tuvok's drills. Can't tell you how grateful I am."

Paris only had two inches on Penny, if that, but she looked up at him like he was larger than life. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Safety drills with a Vulcan? That's this reality's torture. You're a hero, Penny, no question."

The Doctor was just opening his mouth to remind Lieutenant Paris of their protocols, which included trying to limit the subjective information given to visiting species, when the door opened and in stumbled Ensign Kim.

His expression was poised somewhere between worry and humor. It was, all in all, an unbecoming look.

"Salutations, Harry!" Penny gave a rather exaggerated wave considering they were only a few feet apart. Kim playfully held up his hands, warding off an advance.

"Don't tell me you're injured too," the Doctor said, but it seemed the trio was inclined to ignore him. What utterly rude behavior. He'd certainly never experienced that before.

Harry slung one arm around Penny's shoulders, his other over Paris', drawing the two close together. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Oh yes!"

"Depends on the secret, Harry..."

He shot a feral grin at Paris. "Remember the fight last month? Gordon laying into Maria over those power couplings?"

The Doctor certainly remembered. It wasn't every day he got to extract a fork from a man's back. Not that Maria had pushed Gordon onto the utensil on purpose. Their rather dramatic fight had led to an equally dramatic makeup, the majority of which, sadly, took place in his sickbay.

"Well," Harry went on, "the Captain wanted me to install some cameras in the mess hall. The whole ship, really, given the number of anomalies we've encountered, you among them." He poked Penny in the ribs, eliciting a giggle. "But the majority of incidents tends to happen over meals, for whatever reason, and what I'm getting at is that I now have a recording of Tom Paris getting tackled by a little girl and crying like a baby."

"Delete it," Tom said at the exact moment Penny apologized again. For a second their three voices overlapped, demands, guilt, and elation all blending together. The Doctor observed the strange phenomenon, trying to follow what precisely had taken place. Something about Lieutenant Paris sharing his replicator rations, thus earning said, rib-crushing hug? Not that it mattered. The point, according to Ensign Kim, was that he'd secured the best moment in Voyager history on tape and, yes, he'd already sent a copy to everyone on board.

Such interactions, though humorous in their own way, were not meant for a professional environment. The Doctor had just opened his mouth to tell them all to get out, take the reality-bending anomaly with you, when the Captain saved him the trouble.

"Ensign Kim, Lieutenant Paris, please report to my ready room immediately."

"You're busted," Paris sang, doing a strange little dance.

"I'm busted? You're the one who tried to counterfeit extra rations for her — !"

And away they went, bickering all the while. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

That is, until he realized that Penny hadn't gone with them.

"Ah... hello?"

"Salutations!"

The Doctor winced. "No need to shout. I'm right beside you."

"Oh. I am sorry." Penny came even closer, rocking forward on the balls of her feet. "Mr. Paris called you 'Doctor.' My father is a doctor too. He is the one who built me."

"And he did quite a remarkable job of it," he said, taking another few, discrete scans. "But I am a medical doctor, not a... biological engineer, I suppose, and as impressive a specimen as you are, I have a great deal of work to do. Not the least of which is adding your information to the ship's database in case your presence causes more than just a cracked rib. Because we certainly wouldn't want to inform the Chief Medical Officer of a new passenger, now would we? So if you would please...?" The Doctor made a few shooing motions that he hoped she understood. There was no way to tell how people in her reality might communicate, especially through something as complex as body language.

Case in point: Penny gave him a salute in return. The Doctor could only stare. No one had ever saluted him before.

...he rather liked it.

"Doctor?" Another hiss as the doors opened. Penny began vibrating.

"Salutations, Kes!"

The Doctor winced. "Is that the only greeting you know?"

"Says the man who begins every conversation with 'Please state the nature of the medical emergency.'"

Today was just a bundle of discoveries. The Doctor found that he didn't like the look Kes was casting him, nor the implications of her statement. "I tried others," he defended himself. "That was the best way to greet my fellow crewmembers! It's what I prefer, thank you very much."

"'Salutations' is what I prefer too," Penny said, seeming to have missed his earlier criticism. "It's such a fun, happy word, don't you think?"

"I don't — I'm not — " The Doctor cut himself off with a huff. From the corner of his eye he saw Kes snatch a vial off the nearby tray — Ensign Harver's medication — and give a jaunty wave and she trotted out the door. He'd raised his finger to point sternly at Penny, turned it on Kes, only to turn it back when she abandoned him. Rude.

"I am a doctor," he said, “not an entertainer. It is my job to fix any and all medical problems that may develop on this ship, not to have fun with wordplay. I'm not programmed for fun."

"...programmed?"

Dismissing the whispered word, the Doctor decided that the best course of action was to simply ignore the girl. She was clearly attached to the rest of the crew already, so if he ceased engaging with her she would become bored and leave him in peace. However, no sooner had he turned away then Penny had zipped in front of him, demonstrating that impressive speed again. One moment there were the pristinely white walls of his sickbay, the next a mass of red and green had assaulted his vision, not unlike an exuberant Christmas tree. The Doctor stumbled back with a squawk.

"You are programmed? You are like me!" she cried, snatching his hand. He was too stunned to immediately pull away and Penny took full advantage of his shock, poking and prodding at his palm with an intensity he might have otherwise admired. "You feel very human. Father said that I must not get too close to people. They might notice the metal I am made of, but your father has done a most excellent job! I would never have know that you are an android too."

The description of Doctor Zimmerman as his father made something hot coil in the pit of the Doctor's nonexistent stomach, the feeling undercut only by the strange sensation of Penny holding his hand. Yes, now that she'd mentioned it, he could feel the difference: she possessed a heavier, less pliable appendage than a human would. It wasn't unpleasant, just an intimacy he hadn't asked for, and the Doctor snatched his fingers back, settling on the easiest of her assumptions to correct.

He straightened his shirt, adopting a sardonic smile. "I am not an android, I am a hologram. I am produced using a magnetic containment field and I can modulate my own projection to interact with the matter around us, or pass through it, if I so choose. It is a very convincing imitation of life, dependent on the ship's computers and the projectors in this room. In short, my existence is a far less impressive display of technological advancement than yours, something I suspect Lieutenant Torres would greatly admire. Perhaps you should visit her and leave me in peace."

Penny didn't leave though, just continued to stare up at him, obscenely innocent. "Imitation?"

"Are you programmed to repeat whatever I say? Perhaps I should be clearer: please leave!"

"You are not an imitation."

Reports were a common occurrence on Voyager, of first contacts, missions gone wrong, the current status of the ship. The Doctor considered himself quite qualified to explain any and all situations he might experience and, due to his increased memory, was arguably in a better position to provide an objectively accurate account of events. It was rather a point of pride, in fact. Yet if the Captain had asked him to explain the change that had just taken place, he would have been at a loss. Penny was a kind and soft-spoken girl, outside of her exuberance, of course. Yet someone different stood before him now, hard-eyed and burning with passion. Quite literally. The Doctor felt her core temperature rising by several degrees, the space between them growing hot as her mechanics responded to whatever emotion was currently coursing through her circuits.

How interesting, in a rather intimidating way.

"I'm... not?" The Doctor suspected that any disagreement would be a mistake.

Penny furiously shook her head, curls whipping about her face. "You are not! And I find it very upsetting to hear you speak that way. I... I suppose Ruby must have been very upset too."

Ruby?

The Doctor didn't get the chance to ask. Penny grabbed his hand again, gripping it with a strength that made him better appreciate Lieutenant Paris' injuries.

"I used to think as you do, Doctor," she said, all green-eyed intensity. "That I was not a real girl because my father built me, because I could do more than a human girl could and, sometimes, less than as well, but I was wrong. And you..." Penny took a deep breath, her face lighting up with a smile. "You’ve got a heart and a soul. I can feel it. You think just because you're got a computer and projectors instead of nuts and bolts that makes you any less real than me?"

"I... no." And to his intense surprise, the Doctor found that he meant it. So what if he didn't have a physical stomach to experience anxiety in? Or if he could only exist in here and the holodeck? He thought, felt, could learn, make decisions... what else was life, really? Unconsciously, the Doctor squeezed Penny’s hand back. "You’re right. I’m not an imitation, but the real thing. Quite a stellar example of life too, if I do say so myself."

Penny squealed and flung her arms around him, pulling him into one of those deadly hugs. The Doctor winced, hesitantly reaching up to pat her back, but it appeared that this quick formality wouldn't appease her as it did Ensign Kim. With a sigh he rolled his eyes and resigned himself to the attention.

It wasn't horrible.

"I am so very glad that I have made a new friend today," Penny said, rocking him side-to-side.

"Oh. Are we friends now?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, well then, as a friend..." The Doctor cleared his throat, letting her take just a little more of his weight. "I don't suppose you have any advice on choosing a name?"

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padme-parker · 4 years

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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 5)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: Anakin realizes that he is falling for you, hard. He doesn’t want to hurt Padme, so instead, he distances himself from you.

Warnings: a couple of curse words, mentions of cheating, my writing

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Initially this was supposed to be ch 4.5 cause I started writing this when I was halfway thru with the original ch 5. but shit happens so here we are. p.s. I pulled this out of my ass so sorry if its bad.

read chapter 4 here

“took a minute, but I figured it out. The problem with me is you.” - Problem With You by Sabrina Claudio

You practically bolted out of the ship once Anakin landed it, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions. It was stupid really, pining after someone you couldn’t have. I shouldn’t have reciprocated his kiss. The thought of it alone was selfish, stealing away the husband and soon-to-be father from Padme. Your task was to save the universe, by any means necessary. Well, Fury did suggest that I get close to him. But he also said to not do anything to drastically change their timeline. But it just doesn’t make sense. How was I supposed to befriend him without changing the timeline? For all I know, my arrival here has already severely altered their timeline.

You went to your room while Obi wan and Yoda went to a meeting, Anakin was nowhere to be found. You sat yourself on the edge of your bed, hands roughly combing through your hair. All you wanted for Anakin was from him to be happy. Of course, you could accept the fact that maybe it wouldn’t have anything to do with you, if only that were true. In the short time you’ve been on Coruscant, you’ve noticed something change in him. But you didn’t know him, the real him. The only version of him that you knew was the one that existed on screen; The one who loved his wife so much, that he turned his back on the ones he loved the most to save her. Only to ultimately lead her to her demise.

The Anakin you were getting to know was different, in a good way, yet he was still so complicated. After training, you would eat together, whether it was in the cantina or at Dex’s, it was always the two of you. Some nights, he would come to your room to talk. And you let him. You let him rant about how unfair the council was, the pressure of being the chosen one- whatever he had to say, you listened to him. He did his best to express his emotions to you, but still got overwhelmed by them. At times, neither of you knew what to do. So you both sat in a comfortable silence, the mere presence of each other was enough for the both of you. Sometimes the two of you sat outside of the temple, watching the sunset as the nightlife emerged. Other times you would sit outside in the garden, meditating together. You’ve gotten to see the side of Anakin that no one really knew. Well besides Obi wan, Ahsoka, and Padme. You have yet to meet Padme., only hearing whispers of her from the other Jedi.

While you did train under Obi wan and Anakin, you rarely got to see Ahsoka. After coming to Coruscant, she became Plo Koon’s temporary padawan so that Anakin didn’t have to train the two of you at the same time. Although it wasn’t the same as completely leaving the Jedi Order, you could tell how much it affected Anakin. As you sat on your bed you couldn’t help the question that came to your mind. When it comes down to it, will I be the reason he falls?

Anakin is already in the room when you show up for training. There are no remarks or comebacks made as the two of you prep, just pure silence. Silence, was something that you hated. It was different from the sunset-watching silence you always shared. This was tense, heavy, and just straight up unbearable. Your movements were awkward as you took out your lightsaber and got into a fighting stance.

“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” You said, breaking the silence, not realizing you had just quoted Poe.

Anakin glares at you before responding, “There’s nothing to talk about.” He ignites his lightsaber and stalks towards you.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like yesterday didn’t happen.” You replied, gripping your lightsaber in both hands as you ignited it.

“I’d rather not think about it. Now be quiet and focus.” He said, swinging his saber only for you to block his attack. You complied and trained with him in silence, save for the occasional grunt that you let out.

As the minutes passed, you grew more tired as Anakin’s actions became assertive. He began swinging his saber more aggressively, the pace so fast you almost couldn’t keep up. He was going to back you into the corner if he didn’t stop.

“Anakin, stop!” You pleaded. Your words seemed to have no effect on him as he continued, his eyebrows scrunching together as he knocked your saber out of your hand. He raises his lightsaber, ready to strike you down. With no weapon in hand and no way out, you use the force to push him back.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed at him once he was a good feet away from you.

Anakin wanted to tell you the truth. That loving you was his problem. That with each passing day, the feelings he had felt so many years for Padme, had nearly diminished. With your arrival, it felt like he had been reborn. He began to see life in a new light, maybe even cherished it more. And deep down, he knew that you were always meant to be his, and he was always meant to be yours. At night he would lie awake thinking of you, of what your lives could’ve been like together. Oh, how he would curse and scream at the stars for this twisted fate. But Anakin knew that he couldn’t be with you, no matter how much he wanted you.

He hated himself for being unfaithful to Padme, and in return he directed his internalized anger towards you, the source of his problems.

“You. Are. My. Problem.” He said, accusingly pointing his finger at you whilst stepping closer with each word he said.

“ME? I’m your problem?”

“Yes, you!.” He replied, pausing while trying to think of something to say. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t going to work. You’re trying to stray me away from my path. I will not indulge in your activities. I am loyal to the Jedi Order and my duties.” Anakin felt bad, he truly did. He didn’t want to lead you on, but it seemed like it was already too late.

“You're the one who kissed me!” How ironic, he’s only loyal to the Jedi, but apparently not to his wife.

“Because you seduced me!” He countered.

“I did no such thing.” You replied. “It wasn’t my fault that you saw me swinging my saber and got turned on. That’s on you Anakin. Also, if you have so many problems with training me, why don’t you ask the Council to swap you out for someone else?”

He opens his mouth, as if he’s going to reply, but it quickly shuts.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You pick up your saber and exit the training room.

Now alone, he lays on the floor, with his limbs sprawled out while mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He knows that he’s just ruined every chance, no matter how small or big, of being with you in the future. Anakin could only beg the makers that one day, some very distant day, or possibly in another life, that the two of you would’ve been together.

You waste no time calling Fury when you return to your room. The device takes a while trying to connect with FRIDAY back on Earth, but she alerts Fury, along with Tony and Peter, that they had an incoming call from you.

Three faces pop up onto the hologram, Peter was basically screaming at you. You quickly greeted him back before telling them what just happened, or well the shortened version of what happened.

“I fucked up.”

“What do you mean fucked up?” Tony asks.

“Okay, so Fury, you know how like you told me to get close to Anakin-- but not really that close. Just close enough so that he could y’know, slaughter his fellow Jedi and the younglings but not me. And then he would eventually become big bad Daddy- oops hehe, sorry I meant Darth. Darth Vader. And kill all of these people with his extremely cool but extremely dangerous weapon. But not close enough that it would alter their timeline. Which doesn’t really make sense if you think about it. Like how do I get close to him without getting close to him, y’know? Also how am I supposed to know where Thanos-'' Your rambling gets cut off by Fury.

“Get to the point.” He says.

“Right…. so…. like I said, I did something and I fucked up. He basically wants nothing to do with me now.” You replied.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you need to do to get back on his good side. Use one of those mind tricks you learned if you need to.”

“Those won’t work on him.” You sighed, your body hunched over as you tried to think of possible solutions.

“Then do what you need to, or else I’ll be forced to take you off the mission. I don’t want to repeat myself again” Fury hands the device to Tony, “I’ll give you some time to speak with her. But I expect a plan the next time you call.” He says before leaving the room.

“So, how’s life over there treating you, Star?” Tony asks. “What happened between you and.. what do you call him? Flyguy? No, umm-”

“Listen, I don’t really want to talk about it. But besides that, it’s been okay. Not really different from back home. I wake up, eat, train, eat, explore, eat again, then go to sleep. Basically the same routine. The food here is alright, nothing compared to what I was eating back at home. But I’m grateful that they're giving me food and shelter.” The rest of your night was filled with chatter and laughter, the previous events from the grueling day slowly drifting away from your mind.

It’s been two weeks since Anakin had confronted you, and almost nothing had changed. Well except for those couple of days where you thought he had taken up on your suggestion, only for him to show up for a day of training then leave again. The first day he was gone, you thought nothing of it. Only that he might’ve needed some space. But another day passed and there was still no contact from him. Of course you could’ve taken this issue up to the Jedi Council, but what were they going to do? Offer to switch out Anakin for a Jedi Master? No, you wouldn't allow that to happen. Instead you tried to reach out to him using the bond you two shared, only to find yourself blocked off from the connection.

Without Anakin by your side, it felt as though you became vulnerable to your emotions and the dark side. More specifically, you could feel someone lingering in your head. It certainly wasn’t Anakin. This person, the force around them was dark. They commanded respect, power, and fear. The day they intruded your head was the very day you began having nightmares.

Your body was sprawled on the ground, as if someone had pushed you back. The ground is hardened, it makes you let out a groan. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you noticed the two figures in the distance. You could only see them below their collarbones, their faces were blurred.

One of them wore a dark robe while the other was wearing ordinary civilian clothing. It seemed like the two of them were arguing, particularly, they were arguing about you.

“You will not take her from me!” The man in the robe declared.

“She was never yours.” The other man calmly replied, his hands held up showing he did not want to fight, hoping the robed man would comply. He doesn’t, instead he stretches out his hand, using the force to bring the man into his grasp. He turns around the civilian, so that they are both facing you, and forces him to his knees.

“If I can’t have her, then you can’t either.” It was like time began to slow as he said those words. You could hear yourself sharply intake air as the man takes out his saber. All life around you goes to a standstill as you see a red light illuminate your surroundings, a blade protruding from the man's lower stomach. The sound of your own blood pumping is loud, but not as loud as the gasps emitting from the wounded man.

“KAZ!” You screamed, calling out for the man. It was then you realized that this person wasn’t you. You certainly didn’t know anyone with that name. Or perhaps this was someone you had yet to meet.

The robed figure retracts his saber, Kaz’s body falling in front of him. If you acted quickly, you could retrieve his body and save him.

“You see, Kaz. My intention from the beginning was to kill you. However, I think I’d like to watch you suffer instead.” That voice, it sounded so familiar, yet you couldn’t place your finger on who it was.

“What do you mean?” Kaz uttered weakly.

The man gave no response, only a glance towards Kaz before he began making his way towards you.

“No, stay away from her!” He pleaded.

The glow of his red saber became more clear then closer he got to you. The last thing you see is his saber coming your way before everything fades to black.

That night, you woke up drenched in sweat and panting as if you had just ran a marathon. If there was one thing that you understood, it was the fact that the force didn’t want you here. Your destiny was supposed to be fulfilled on Earth. Only time could tell you the consequences for trying to interfere. But you didn’t care, you were going to do whatever you could to save your friends.

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therealchoreanese · 5 years

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Ch. 1 - As Luck Would Have It

A/N: fanfic in progress inspired by @kceedraws‘s prompt & art about this lovely crossover ship, gonna put it up on ao3 soon hopefully

The penthouse was absolutely gorgeous. Wide windows that faced San Fransokyo’s bustling streets on the north wall, a balcony with a table and two chairs overlooking the bay on the opposite side. The tub in the restroom had twenty options of different flower-infused waters and whether or not you wanted bubbles, and the kitchen came with a fridge that could list recipes based on your taste, personal health, and whatever was inside it. Not to mention the flat-screen in the living room, or the marbled coffee table and fancy-looking leather couch, and the bedroom’s silk canopy bed and massive walk-in closet and -

“I can’t possibly accept, sir!” Marinette protested. “This is all too much. I’d be fine at the institute’s dorms, they’re cozy and with enough space for my designing-”

Gabriel Agreste tsked and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t make a fuss. You’re here on my scholarship, and this is simply a benefit of it. Besides, a dorm is not inconspicuous enough for Ladybug activities. Here, you’ll have all the privacy you’ll need.”

“He’s got a point, Marinette,” Tikki agreed. “On-campus would be the worst place to transform, there are so many things that could go wrong and - oh, there’s even a little bed for me!”

Marinette sighed. If Tikki thought it well, then she definitely wasn’t getting out of it.

“One more thing,” Gabriel Agreste said. “Follow me, ma chère.”

Marinette fell in love the moment they stepped inside - it was a fashion designer’s dream come true. It was the least fanciest room in the entire penthouse, with only five blank mannequins and a worktable and empty racks where fabric rolls were supposed to be. But Marinette could make the space hers, fill it with life and love and all her ideas. And for a moment, she couldn’t speak.

So she threw her arms around Gabriel Agreste and squeezed him tight.

Mr. Agreste blinked rapidly, and he awkwardly patted her shoulder, but he seemed to understand. “Well, then. I’ll leave you to get settled. Keep me updated, yes? If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask.”

After Mr. Agreste left, Marinette fluttered around the suite, doing her best to make it feel like home. She taped pictures of her friends and family next to her bed, unpacked her things - even with three whole boxes of clothes and accessories, the closet still wasn’t full - and spent a weirdly unnecessary amount of time exploring the restroom amenities. She emerged from the tub hours later, the grime of the airplane washed away by a lavender bubble bath.

“You smell lovely, Marinette,” Tikki complimented. “You know, it really is so kind of Mr. Agreste to do this for us.”

“I know!” Marinette’s voice was muffled by her rummaging through the closet. “Who would have thought that one year after defeating him we’d be here - in America, on a scholarship in his name, and him being a Ladybug supporter. My supporter. It feels almost like a dream.”

“A dream in which Ladybug leaves Paris.” Tikki sighed wistfully. “I wonder how Adrien will do without us?”

“That silly kitty will be fine. He and Master Fu have the other Miraculouses to help them out. Besides,” Marinette added, “’Ladybug’ is looking forward to meeting San Frasokyo’s superhero team on a night patrol. When do you think we’ll get to see them?”

Tikki fixed Marinette with a stern glare. “Not until you’re settled in. You need to adjust to the time zone, and get ready for school, and make some friends who have your back before anything else. I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt because you feel out of place.”

“Okay, okay.” Marinette wriggled on a jacket. “Done! Let’s go exploring then, Tikki, we can see what’s around. I want to find a good bakery as fast as possible.”

“Homesick already, Marinette?” Tikki teased.

Marinette glanced at the photos on the wall and smiled. “Something like that.”

A bell jingled as Marinette pushed the door open to the Lucky Cat Cafe. The large cat above the doorway had reminded her of home - her mother had a statue similar to it next to the cash register. There weren’t that many customers in today, it seemed; but Marinette’s attention was caught by a curious white balloon-looking thing holding a tray of buns. To her surprise, it waddled up to her, and - were those two black dots supposed to be eyes? - it spoke.

“Hello. I am Baymax. Would you care for a red bean bun?”

“Um, sure.” Marinette plucked a golden-brown pastry from the tray. “Thank you. Are you a waiter, or. . .?”

“I am Baymax,” the balloon repeated. “A personal healthcare companion. I am responsible for the wellbeing of patients assigned to me. Anyone who comes through that door is now my patient. You are my responsibility. Please, follow me.”

Baymax waddled towards an empty table and, with the pace of a snail, dragged out a chair. The scriiiiiiiitch made Marinette wince, but she sat when Baymax looked at her expectantly. It didn’t seem like it could smile, but Marinette thought she detected pride in its voice for successfully taking care of her. She had to admit, it was kind of cute.

“Please take your time to browse the menu. I must report that a new patient has arrived, but your order will be taken care of shortly.”

Baymax shuffled off, occasionally knocking around tables and chairs and a customer, and disappeared into the kitchen.

“That was so weird,” Tikki whispered. “Do you think all cafes are like that here?”

“I don’t know, but I thought it was funny,” Marinette said as she flipped through the menu. “What d’you want, Tikki? I’ll get it to-go for you.”

Tikki peered out of the bag. “Ooooh, those strawberry cookies look good!”

“Okay, cookies for you, and . . .” Marinette flicked through the pages. “Oolong tea to go with the red bean bun. Oh, just in time! Here he comes again.”

After Marinette had placed her order, she pulled out her sketchbook. It was a new one she’d bought just to celebrate her move to San Fransokyo, its pages crisp and creamy-white. The Lucky Cat Cafe, cute and colorful and beautifully quirky, seemed like the perfect place to start brainstorming new ideas. But she’d just barely touched pencil to paper when a voice called out, “Order for Marinette coming through!” followed by, “Shit, no, Mochi, bad cat - nononono SHIT!” then -

Whump.

CRASH!

Splshhhhh.

A middle-aged brunette poked her head from the kitchen, looking mildly concerned. “Everything okay, Hi - oh. I suppose not. What on earth happened?”

“Sorry, Aunt Cass.” A guy with unruly black hair in an apron looked up at Marinette, soaked in tea and mouth agape, and then at the tray, shattered teacup, and scattered cookies from where he lay sprawled on the floor. “Mochi happened. You okay, miss?”

“What?” Marinette blinked herself out of her shock. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. But your fall looked worse than - oh no, my sketchbook!”

The guy scrambled up and leaned across the table, wincing at the sight. All the pages were soaked and stained brown. Even after it dried, there was no way Marinette could use it.

“I am so, so sorry about that,” the guy apologized, abashed. “I’ll give you the money for it, no problem. And a fresh batch of those cookies to take with you, since I’m sure you’ll never come back here again. But, uh, would you like to have a change of clothes before you go? We’ve got t-shirts and stuff, totally free of charge, of course.”

Marinette held up a hand, trying to bite back a smile, her indignation and fury fading. She knew she should be angry that her sketchbook was ruined, but it was really sweet that the guy was trying so hard to make up for it. It was hard to stay mad at someone who looked so ashamed of himself.

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “You don’t have to pay me back. I’d appreciate the change of clothes, though. But I’ll pay for them - no, please, if you’re giving me the cookies for free, it’s the least I can do.”

The guy whistled. “Damn, I don’t think we’re ever going to get another customer as nice as you. Too bad you won’t be coming back after this.”

“Nothing could keep me away from those red bean buns.” This time, Marinette did smile. “They remind me so much of home.”

“I’ll let Aunt Cass know, then. She’ll definitely want to adopt you after hearing that.” The guy collected the tray and shards of ceramic, then motioned Marinette to follow him up a staircase behind the coffee bar. “Come on, I’ll get you the clothes. Baymax will take care of the cookies.”

“Are all cafes like that here?”

“Like what?”

“Do they all have balloon robots as waiters?”

The guy laughed. Okay, he was cute when he laughed. Pretty cute in general, actually, with warm brown eyes and bedhead hair and a crooked grin and dimples . . .

Which Marinette was not staring at. No way.

“Baymax really isn’t a waiter. He’s a healthcare companion. He just likes helping out from time to time.”

Marinette frowned. “But shouldn’t he be at a hospital or something like that?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” The guy shot her a smile that, to Marinette’s dismay, made her heart flutter. “But if you’re really set on coming back, we could swap next time you’re here. Mine for yours.”

“What makes you think I have a story?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to hear next time I see you.”

How was this bastard so smooth? Just minutes ago he’d been an apologetic, bumbling mess, but now Marinette was the one under the spotlight. Thank God for all that time spent with Chat Noir, or else her face would be as red as a strawberry right now.

“It’s a deal, then.” She stuck out her hand, and the guy shook it.

“Through here.” The guy ushered her into a bedroom, threw a set of clothes at her, and backed out quickly. “Just come down when you’re done. I’ve got to go soon, so I’ll probably be gone when you’re finished, but it was nice meeting you. Well, all circumstances considered. I’ll be waiting on that deal.”

And with one last crooked smile, he shut the door.

Tikki zipped out of her bag, giggling. “Well, he was certainly nice, hm? Not to mention good-looking.”

“Oh, hush,” Marinette scolded. “I barely know him. Besides, anyone that smooth with a stranger? He probably does it all the time. I am curious about Baymax, though. And like you said earlier, it’d be nice to have a friend around.”

“So you’re going to cash in on the deal?” Tikki wiggled her eyebrows. “The way he said it, it sounded awful lot like a date to me. Or, at least, he wanted a date.”

“All I want is a friend, Tikki,” Marinette said, exasperated. “I’ve dealt with enough love problems for the past few years. I don’t need them to follow me all the way to America.”

“Whatever you say, Marinette.” Tikki kept quiet until they exited the cafe, and Marinette was worried she’d somehow offended her Kwami when she piped up with:

“You have to admit, you really liked his dimples, didn’t you?”

“Tikki!”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #big hero 6 #big hero six #baymax #hiro hamada #hironette #hiro x marinette #disney #idk what else to tag??#loooots of backstory went into this #i'm invested and i will see this fic to the end #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 55)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3554

Warnings: Language, infinity war plot,death, destruction of Asgard, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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You, Loki, and Thor were in Asgard for a few months after the Sokovian Accords situation. Odin’s health was failing, the doctors all assured it was the end of his life. Odin made amends with Loki, telling him he failed him, loved him, and had so many regrets, he couldn’t name them all. Just before he passed, he informed you all of a threat -- their sister -- Hela. When Odin died, nothing was there to hold off Hela and she stormed into Asgard. You managed to get to Earth and ask for Bruce’s help. Shannon and Tony were on a second honeymoon and you didn’t want to bother them. Tony had gotten her out on house arrest, and after one year, they lifted the sentence and she was now free.

Together, all of you fought her, and you won. She died. But in doing so, Asgard was lost - all of it.

It was scary, and dangerous, and at one point you weren’t sure Loki would make it back to you, but on the ship, he found you in Thor’s chambers, stating he was there and you ran to him, relieved beyond words.

For now, Asgard had no place to call home. No place to set down roots. So you all set out in a ship, vowing to find your people a home -- when a large ship rose up in front of you, making your blood run cold. You’d seen that ship.

Instinctively, you clinged to Loki.

“Loki,” you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Horror ripped through you at the sight of that ship.

“I know,” he replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty.

Thor commanded his pilot to broadcast that the ship didn’t have any soldiers aboard, only civilians, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly, Thanos opened fire on the ship.

You tried to do what you could to save the people, protect them, but Thanos and his team stormed the ship. You ordered Valkyrie to get them to Earth. In what seemed like seconds, the ship was obliterated while his team killed people. You begged them not to, but Thanos's army was merciless. When you tried to attack them, Ebony Maw tried to throw you to the ground but you fought back.

You all but snarled as you forced him back with your purple electric energy.

“I’m not that same enslaved girl anymore, Maw,” you retorted as his face morphed into an angered expression. You continued to push him back, one hand using your power to push, the other one raising a piece of debris to hit him with. But he was quicker. He picked up something big from behind you and launched it at your back, knocking you forward. He tried to pin you down with the object using his power but you pushed yourself up with yours, knocking it off of you.

“You’re quite the nuisance. We should’ve killed you back on Sanctuary.”

“You would’ve failed,” you promised. You grabbed two pieces of debris and charged them quickly, launching them at his head. He deflected them but as soon as they were out of his view you threw a ball of energy at him, knocking him back.

You wrapped your energy around his neck, a trail of purple light from his neck to your hand. You intensified the power on him, wrapping it further. His oxygen was cutting off quickly. He tried to lift debris to throw at you but you forced his hand down to his side and formed a force field around you.

“If you want him to live, you’ll stop,” Thanos suddenly said from behind you. You kept Maw in a chokehold before turning to see what Thanos had to bargain with.

Loki.

Thanos had him by the throat, his giant hand squeezing. Loki’s face was turning purple as he struggled, his legs kicking.

Dread, failure, and heartbreak filled your body as you saw him. In your heart you knew giving up might mean Thanos victory, but you couldn’t let him kill Loki. You just couldn’t. Perhaps the Avengers stop him.

You let Maw go, feebly dropping your hand. Thanos let Loki go and he fell on all fours, before going to touch his neck. He coughed a few times and you rushed to him.

Thanos began walking amongst the bodies of your friends, members of a community you loved. You glared at him, rage in your heart as tears streaked down your face.

“I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right... yet to fail, nonetheless. It's frightening. Turns the legs to jelly. I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here. Or should I say... I AM.”

“You’re a monster,” you said to him as he walked towards you, your fists clenched, purple energy floating around your knuckles.

“Better than a failure,” he remarked coolly.

“Are you that blinded by your own mission? I purposely stopped what I was doing. Despite all your brainwashing, despite all your threats and effort to get me to hurt the people I love, I didn’t do it. Not for anyone, especially you.”

“You should be thanking me,” he remarked, almost offended as he finally came to a stop before you, his hand reaching toward your chin. “I gave you that power that flows inside you. I made you strong. You were weak before I--”

“Before you tortured me? Twisted my memories? I have news for you, Thanos, it’s you who failed. You tried to make me a weapon, you tried to break Loki. Read my lips: It… Didn’t… Work.”

“Enough talking. Where’s the Tesseract?” he asked.

“We don’t have it. It was destroyed on Asgard,” Thor answered, blood dripping from his lip.

“I told you you’d fail,” you said, laughing before Ebony Maw used nearby debris to wrap around your mouth, silencing you. You could’ve gotten it off, but to what end? If you went back to fighting Maw, or even Thanos, there were only four of you that could do any damage. Maw and Thanos would be busy trying to stop you, while Loki and Thor would be blocked by Cull, Proxima, and Corvus. The odds were not in your favor right now. You could probably kill Thanos but not with the way the odds were stacked. You needed someone to keep everyone else busy while you went after him.

“It’s here,” Thanos said. He took a step beside you, Thor on the other side of him. Suddenly he was facing Loki. You had no idea he was so close. “The Tesseract, or their heads. I assume you have a preference.”

“Oh, I do, kill away,” Loki said, hoping to call his bluff.

But it wasn’t a bluff, Loki should’ve known this.

Thanos activated the Power Stone on his gauntlet and it surged into you and Thor, making both of you cry out. It felt like 10,000 volts of fire and power hit your body. You didn’t beg for him to stop it though. You knew the kind of danger, destruction, devastation he would cause if he got all of the stones.

Finally, Loki screamed for him to stop and he did.

Suddenly, Loki looked at you with a look of apology before letting the Tesseract appear in his hand. Betrayal lashed through you like a spear.

“I assure you, both... the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” Thanos commented.

“Well, for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another... we have a Hulk.”

With that, he jumped and grabbed both you and Thor and rolled you all out of the way of Hulk. At first, it seemed as if Hulk had the upper hand.

Loki gathered you in his arms. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry. I thought he wouldn’t do it.”

You peered at him, forgiving him instantly. You nodded, your mouth still bound by debris.

The two of you flashed your attention to Hulk, where the odds had turned against him. Thanos threw him into the ground, hard. The hope you had for a moment went crashing to the ground with him.

“Loki! Get out of here!” Thor shouted.

“Brother--”

“Now! Heimdall!” Thor yelled and suddenly Heimdall’s hand lifted and a rainbow light surrounded you, Loki, and Bruce.

Your eyes widened as you tried to get to Thor but Loki held you back, holding you in the portal.

A minute later, you were crashing into the sanctum in New York where Stephen was. The three of you groaned as you got up. Stephen helped you three out of the debris.

“Y/N?” Strange breathed as stared at you. “What the hell is on your mouth?” He waved his arms and suddenly the magic that exuded from his fingers made the gag on your mouth fall off.

“Thanos...he’s coming,” you breathed out as you stared up at Stephen.

He frowned at you. “Who?”

“We need to get Tony and Shannon,” you said. You couldn’t think. You knew if you stopped to think about this, about any of it, you’d fall to pieces.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asked, confused.

“Get me Tony and Shannon, and I'll explain everything.”

He nodded, opening a portal to find Tony and Shannon. They were jogging in the park.

“Tony Stark?” he greeted. “Shannon, you--”

Bruce and you stepped out from behind Stephen.

“Bruce, Y/N/N? What--” Shannon asked before Bruce fell into Tony’s arms and you fell into Shannon’s.

Stephen asked the two of them to come with him and all of you were in the sanctum, talking about the impending threat.

“He’s coming? Here?” Shannon asked, worry in her tone.

“Yes. He just got the Space Stone,” you explained.

“So, what? Where’s Thor? How are you here?” Tony asked.

“Thor… He… He sent us away, to warn you all. Now, we need to get to Vision. Thanos can not get the mind stone. He already has two. Stephen, you need to lock down the time stone,” you ordered.

“It’s already got every unbreakable spell on it I could find,” he informed.

“Good. Thanos isn’t afraid of anything. He will stop at nothing to get these stones. Stephen, you can protect the time stone. Shannon, where is Vision?” you asked.

“We don’t know,” she said.

“What? How…” You frowned, entirely confused.

“He’s evolving,” Tony explained. “He turned off his transponder two weeks ago.”

“You lost him?” Bruce asked, shocked. “Tony!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Okay!” you yelled. “We do not have time for this. Who would know how to get to him? Does anyone know?”

“Steve Rogers might,” Tony stated and you sighed.

“Fuck. Alright… Shannon, you got his number?”

“Yeah, here,” she said, pulling out her phone.

“Okay I’ll get to--”

“Doc, you moving your hair?” Tony suddenly asked, noticing that his hair was slightly waving in a wind that was nonexistent.

“Not at the moment, no?” he said and all of you looked outside.

Commotion was stirring on the street. People were running, and it looked like there was a tornado as papers and small debris was flying through the air.

Your blood turned to ice in your veins. “They’re here,” you whispered as you stared outside in horror. “It’s one of his minions, coming to take the time stone, I just know it.” You turned to Shannon, your eyes firm on her as you commanded, “You all take care of this, we’ll get Vision. Stephen, portal me out of here, back to my apartment.”

He opened a portal and you walked into your apartment. It was several blocks from whatever was happening near the Sanctum.

“Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony pointed to the time stone.

“Might wanna use it.” Bands of spells readied around his forearms

A mechanical hum grew louder as Tony approached the intersection. As he turned the corner, he saw a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street. On the other side of the city on a school bus, the hairs on Peter Parker's arms stood up. He looked out the window and saw the ship.

“Ned, hey. I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter tapped his best friend in the seat in front of him.

“Holy shit! We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship!”

Students scrambled to the windows in the back to see the spaceship. Peter quickly slides on one of his Stark-made web shooters, and webs the emergency exit lever on the opposite side of the bus.

“What's the matter with you kids? You've never seen a spaceship before?” the bus driver asked.

Peter jumped out the window, clinging to the side of the bus and pulling on his mask before leaping over the side of the bridge, shooting a web-line and swinging free. He made his way hastily towards the ship.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders.”

“ Will do.”

Doctor Strange threw the Winds of Watoomb over Bleeker Street, and winked at Tony. The dust cleared. Tony was begrudgingly amused for a split second. Then Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian exited the ship by transmat.

“Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to…”

“I'm sorry, Earth is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.”

Maw looked at Doctor Strange. “Stonekeeper--” he gestured to Tony “--does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself.” Magical shields were readied with his fists, stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.”

“It means get lost, Squidward!”

“He exhausts me.”

Cull Obsidian said two untranslated syllables

“Bring me the Stone.”

Cull Obsidian dropped his huge alien hammer and dragged it along as he obeys his brethren.

“Banner, you want a piece?” Tony inquired.

“No, not really, but when do I ever get what I want?” Bruce shot back half-heartedly.

“That's right,” Tony agreed.

Bruce attempted to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turned green was Bruce's neck.

“Been a while. Good to have you, buddy.”

“I just... I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man,” Bruce pleaded, fighting with his inner self/Hulk.

“Where's your guy?”

“I don't know. We've sort of been havin' a thing.”

“There's no time for a thing,” Tony shot back urgently.

“I know.”

Shannon cuts in. “Will you two stop that this isn’t the time nor the place to be doing that.”

“That's the thing right there. Let's go.”

Bruce gave out a loud grunt, but failed to release the Hulk. Doctor Strange stared at Tony and Bruce in disbelief.

“Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“What did I just say? What are you, 6?” She shook her head. “Focus or go.”

“Tony, I'm sorry.” He started to stammer. “Either I can't or he won't—”

“Bruce, it’s okay. You don’t need to force it if it won’t happen okay?” she reassured the man next to her.

“It's okay. Hey, stand down.” Looking over to Wong, Tony requested, “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.”

“Please? We can take care of this”

“I have him.” He nodded his head.

“Damn it.” Bruce felt like he’s letting them down by not being able to hulk out

“Hey, hey, Banner relax, take a breath.” She stopped him from being agitated. “You both need a moment to breathe. You just got back.”

As Cull Obsidian approached the team, Tony donned his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grew a set of blasters that easily throw the Dwarf back to Maw, who gestured and deflected his massive companion into some cars.

“Where'd that come from?”

“It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth—”

“T.A.D.A.S.H.I, I need you to fly me a suit and an update on where Parker is,” Shannon said into her running jacket.

“Right away, Mrs. Stark. The young Mr. Parker is nearby with other students heading to a trip,” the AI responded.

In that moment, the suit showed up so that Shannon could use it knowing this was about to get rough.

“Dr. Banner, if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us....” Doctor Strange teleported Bruce to a nearby park along with half a taxi. Iron Man returned and joined the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cut it in half and let the pieces fly past him, untouched.

“Gotta get that stone outta here, now,” Tony ordered at Strange.

“It stays with me,” he insisted.

“Exactly. Bye.”

Iron Man flew through Ebony Maw's obstacle course but was cut short by Cull Obsidian's hammer, sending him through a building and into the park at high speed, plowing into the ground and fetching up against a tree.

“Tony, you okay? How we doing? Good? Bad?” Bruce asked as he jogged up.

“Really, really good. Really good. Do you plan on helping out?” Tony wondered.

“I'm trying. He won't come out.”

“Come on, Tony lay off him we have bigger fish to fry.” She pointed back to Maw. “Babe, lets go, tag team them.” She helped him get up and adjusted her suit and flew off.

The pair flew off to try and catch up to Maw but he was moving at a considerable speed. Shannon wasn’t able to move out of the way in time and was hit with one of the flying objects, leaving her to stop and control her breathing and heal herself. They were too far for her to try and catch up so she went back to look for Bruce and to find the others.

“Tony, be careful up there,” she called over the com.

“I know, babe.” He was interrupted but Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark what are we dealing with?”

“Kid, you see that guy?” Tony pointed to Stephen as he flew past. “That's the wizard. We need to get him back before they can take him who knows where.”

“I'm on it, Mr. Stark. Hey, Mrs. Stark how are you?” He saw her back on the ground and waved.

Hearing her son’s voice brought in a panic. “Peter! What are you doing here? You should be on your trip.”

“I know, Mrs. Stark, but I thought I could help it looks like this is a big problem.”

“Peter, you listen to me, I need you to come back down here right now.”

Peter chased Ebony Maw, floating speedily and upright on a small platform of burbling debris leaving a deep rut in the streets, who in turn chases the Cloak-driven Doctor Strange through Manhattan; Maw attacked him, throwing a Rocket Mortgage billboard at the boy to be rid of him.

“Not cool!” he said as he untangled himself from his webs.

Maw bent all the utility poles in the path of the fleeing Cloak, finally snagging the loyal garment and ripping it loose of its master. Spider-Man scooped up Doctor Strange before he hit the pavement, but before he could get away with the unconscious Doctor Strange, a cone of blue light started pulling the man inexorably upwards. Parker grabbed a light pole to anchor himself, but Maw uprooted it, sending Doctor Strange, Cloak, and teenager on their way to his ship.

“Uhhh, Mr. Stark? I'm being beamed up!” Peter cried out.

“Hang on, kid.” Cull Obsidian's hammer doubled as a claw, pinning Tony to the ground and shorting his suit. As Obsidian jumped towards him, blades ready to end this fight, he was sent through a portal instead. The alien turns and leaps to return the same way, but Wong closes it rapidly -- only Obsidian's severed hand makes it back to the park. Bruce kicks the hand away with a noise of disgust.

“Tony, what’s going on? Where’s Peter?” she asked not being able to see where they had gone.

He flew towards the ship. “Give me a little juice, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the AI changes the two thrusters into a larger one. “Unlock 17-A, Pete, you gotta let go. I'm gonna catch you.”

“But you said save the wizard!” He was gasping from lack of oxygen, pulling off his mask.“I can't breathe!”

“You're too high up. You're running out of air.” He looked to see where exactly he was. “Babe, it’s okay I’ve got the kid.”

“Yeah! That makes sense.” Peter passed out, free-falling, but not for long before the pod reached him. It attached itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit. Now being able to breathe, he lands on the bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!”

Tony smiled hearing his comment. “Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.”

“Yep.”

A large parachute extended from the new suit, snatching Spider-Man free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth.

“OH, COME ON!” Peter yelled furiously but managed to cling onto the ship with his web and got in, unbeknownst to Tony and Shannon.

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16, 17 and 19 for the most recent ask thingy, should you feel the mood sway you. 😁

The mood will ALWAYS sway me lol!

16. Describe your WIP that currently has the highest word count.

Simon and Simon and Psych (Psych/Simon & Simon) Word count: 24,323

So this one, in spite of not being updated in YEARS, is a story I’m still absolutely on fire to resume because I’m just thrilled af about the concept. It’s a crossover between 2 series I love - Psych and Simon & Simon (an 80s Private Detective series). What excites me most about it was the reimagining of Simon & Simon for the modern era while still retaining all of the things that made the characters what they were.

A little back story on Simon & Simon as I feel more people will be less familiar with that series of the two. The series is about 2 brothers who decided to open a detective agency together after the younger brother, AJ (Andrew Jackson), left the larger detective agency where he had been working for several years.

AJ is blond, surfed a great deal as a younger man, attended law school, and was considered the “golden child” growing up somewhat sheltered and cherished and maybe a tad innocent of the world. When his brother went to Viet Nam, AJ took part in the peace protests - primarily because he was terrified for his brother and wanted to do anything he could to make the fighting stop. AJ tends to be the more mature of the brothers - nearly always wearing a suit and usually takes lead in dealing with clients (assuming Rick doesn’t interrupt him).

Rick, the older brother, left home after they father died and bounced around from various interests, including being a biker for a time, before going to Viet Nam. He would come back from the war with a boatload of PTSD and a very fierce drive to protect his younger brother (probably far more so than he’d even felt prior to Viet Nam but to be clear - Rick is VERY protective of AJ). All of that, however, might take the casual observer by surprise as Rick is incredibly irresponsible (on the surface) and nearly always in a good mood or quick with a joke. Just don’t threaten baby bro other their mother. Really, just do not.

So that’s a bit of backstory so I can mention my changes for the modern era. Instead of Viet Nam, Rick is now a veteran of Desert Storm. They now both carry cell phones instead of relying on pay phones or other land lines. They have a website. I’ve updated their cars. Before, AJ drove a red Camaro T Top so I changed that to a 2008 Chevy Corvette. Rick, in the series, drove a 1979 Dodge Power Wagon so that one... did not change lol! I seriously cannot picture Rick in any other vehicle.

So after ALL OF THAT there’s actually a story in progress...

The plot thus far is that the Simon brothers are in Santa Barbara because AJ is running in the annual Half Marathon (an actual one cause I do like to blend some real events with my fiction lol). While in town, Rick goes to run an errand - picking up an item his buddy Carlos had shipped but wasn’t able to pick up himself because Carlos is... sketchy (an actual character from the series that we hear about anecdotally from Rick). Meanwhile, Juliet and Lassiter are at the shipyards as well, having set up a sting on suspicion of drug activity. So, of course, when Rick goes to collect this item for Carlos, he ends up being stopped by the cops who confiscate the item after finding it filled with drugs and they arrest Rick. THIS, then, is how the crossover comes into play as Shawn, of course, horns in on the investigation and immediately suspects that Rick is being setup so he volunteers to help out the Simons. Various things happen which ultimately leads Shawn, Gus, and AJ back to the shipyards and a suspicious warehouse (aren’t ALL warehouses suspicious?) where suspicious men are rapidly emptying it of product. The 3 men get caught and are bundled off in the back of a suspicious vehicle to a suspicious location. At about this time Rick is let out on bail (thanks moooom....) and in a panic as he hasn’t heard from his brother. When he realizes AJ must be in trouble, he ends up tentatively joining up with Juliet and Lassiter who are trying to find Shawn. Nobody is entirely thrilled with being teamed up in either group...

And this is roughly where things stand after the last update!

So after I’ve subjected you to all of the above, how about a snippet from chapter 1?

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Shawn Spencer spun slowly in his father's chair – maintaining just enough speed to make a full revolution before kicking himself into another circuit. Typically he enjoyed his time at the station, provided he wasn't behind bars or being subjected to an interrogation. Okay, scratch that. He did enjoy an interrogation provided his hot pants girlfriend with a personal pair of handcuffs was the one dressing him down. He leered. He didn't even have to try to make that sound dirty.

Right. Back on the subject at hand. Naughty cop Jules would, sadly, have to wait until they could have some private time.

If they could have some private time. Of course, the way things were going lately...

And that brought him back full circle to his original beef.

Dad was being cagey. Like, Nick Cagey complete with diminished mane and sneaky covertness. Sure, he pretended he wasn't being covert but his dad sucked almost as bad as Lassie when he tried to fake acting casual. He was way too sour in the shorts to pull off that level of none chalice.

Like now, the old man was going for coffee. Like anybody with half a badge couldn't see right through that act. Shawn pulled together a mild sneer as his dad returned to his desk.

“Really? You put sugar in that too?”

His dad didn't look at him as he set his coffee on the desk. “Stop glaring at me. And get the hell out of my chair!”

Shawn didn't budge. “I am on to you.” He enunciated with immaculate exaggeration.

“The only thing you're on is my chair. And too many Pop Rocks; I thought Gus had cut you back to one pack a day.”

“I'm allowed two packs on the weekend.”

“It's Wednesday, kiddo. Maybe it's time you invested in a calendar.”

“Well maybe it's time you invested in hair plugs!” Shawn paused as his father crossed his arms. The pointing hand dropping back to his lap. “Too Terence Stamp? Sorry, I was caught up in the moment.”

“What do you want, Shawn?” Giving up on patience, Henry opted for shoving his son until he toppled out of the chair. Ignoring the yelp when Shawn flopped to the tile, he scooted closer to the desk so he could pull up the report he'd been working on. Fingers just coming to rest on his keyboard, he scowled at the active game of Pitfall taking up his screen. He tapped a button but rather than taking him back to the SBPD mainframe, it caused the character to jump into the green shapes he assumed were meant to be alligators. Behind him, Shawn gasped.

“You just killed my last guy!”

“Be grateful that's all I've killed.” Slapping a few more keys he finally found the right combination to get back to his report.

Still sitting on the floor, Shawn drew up his knees up and propped his chin on both fists. Not even managing to type a single word, Henry sighed and swiveled towards his moping son.

“What, Shawn?”

Now that he had the desired attention, Shawn pushed his lower lip out the tiniest bit. “Jules is busy and she said I can't help with the stakeout cause it's “super stupid important, Shawn” and Gus won't let me borrow the blueberry so I can follow her cause deep down inside I know she wants me to help cause, please, like I don't always make a stakeout better – I mean, who else is going to remember to bring an extra container of cheese dip for the nachos because one cup is just never enough and believe you me you do not want to short cheese a guy packing tear gas...”

Henry held up a hand to cut off the ramble that could easily go on another five minutes. With his other hand he rubbed at his aching eyes. Of course Shawn would find out about the sting. However, Chief Vick had been adamant about keeping him out of it. Henry had actually lobbied for including his son on the details – the memory of the last big operation that had temporarily cost him his job was not an easily healing wound. Rather than even attempt reconstructing the word barrage of bitching, Henry latched on to the least pointless detail.

“Where is Gus anyhow? I thought you two left an hour ago for dinner.”

Shawn shrugged. “I don't know for certain... I mean, by now he could be anywhere. He's always expressed an interest in touring with Alicia Keys...”

“Shawn.”

“We went to Taco Louie's and he insisted on the deep fried beef and bean mini burrito...”

Henry raised his hand again. Enough said.

“Well whatever you were thinking, I'm still not talking the Chief out of her decision. You're bored? How about you work on the burglary case I gave you.”

“Daaaad... the Redbox robberies?” Groaning, Shawn flopped on his back and sprawled dramatically. Officers passing back and forth shot glances at the display and Henry rubbed his face in embarrassment.

“Dammit, Shawn, get off the floor! You look like an idiot!”

Shawn sat up but didn't stand. Nor was he ready to let go of his latest complaint.

“Come on! Dad, Redbox? That is so... not sexy!”

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

This one is an Iron Man character exploration regarding Tony’s relationship with Obie and that, with hindsight, he realizes Obie had been grooming him. It will never cross that crucial line but the potential leaves Tony reeling. This will be in the same universe as another short fic titled “Simple Math”. Here’s the bit of writing I’d put together so far:

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He'd thought it was bonding; at the time. His dad had never been one for just hanging out; shooting the shit; telling tales out of school. No, Pops, when he bothered to interact, led with questions. “You keeping your grades up?” “You still seeing that floozy?” “When are you going to pull your head out of your ass and grow the hell up?” “You do realize it's my name you're disgracing every time you go on a bender?”

With Obie it was just, easy. Obie might ask about school but it was always with approval and pride. He would discuss Tony's conquests as though Tony had climbed Kilimanjaro wearing nothing but underwear and a cape.

Obie was there when his father wasn't. Which meant that Obie was always there. The first time he got astoundingly drunk on his father's scotch, Obie was the one to help him hunch over the toilet and vomit expensive, aged booze into the toilet. Obie was also the one to replace the depleted bottle to keep Howard in the dark. For a fourteen year old kid still trying to gain his dad's favor, that had meant everything.

He saw his first porn with Obie; sex education ala Traci Lords, three months shy of his fifteenth birthday. That was the same time he was introduced to weed. Obie had cautioned him to use it sparingly; didn't want to fry that genius brain, he'd say, and ruffle his hair. The porn had made him uncomfortable. Obie had turned it off and told him they could watch whatever Tony wanted. They'd ended up changing the station to Knight Rider; smoking and munching Cheetos and laughing over their orange fingers.

It was Obie who was there, arm around his shoulders, after his parents died. He desperately didn't want to sob in front of the man. Things were so complicated with his dad that all he felt was blinding guilt... as though some part of him had caused this. But Obie had filled him with bourbon until the emotions got soft around the edges and he'd sat beside the older man, head tipping gradually to the right until he was held up by Obie's bicep. Obie had just slung and arm around him and let Tony pass out while he rubbed a broad hand up and down his arm.

It was strange, now, looking back with adult perspective. A perspective that included Afghanistan and his intended execution and Obie's arm around his shoulders while he talked about legacy and responsibility while Tony's lungs slowly seized. He'd taken the time to sit there – arm around Tony's shoulders while one broad hand traveled up and down Tony's bicep – just like when he was a kid and Obie was the whole world.

He'd tried to remember if it had felt so tainted... at the time. Or if he'd always believed it was love.

Obie had never quite crossed that line. Though hindsight offered a peek into that possibility with enough clarity Tony had fought with his cramping gut for nearly thirty minutes. He'd staved off vomiting though he was fairly certain his dignity had still been in tatters what with Bruce wandering in on his misery.

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?

Gosh... It’s funny that when asked the question the first thing that I ponder is “what head canons?? what are characters??? Do I even watch tv???” So I needed to ponder a bit.

As far as it goes my favorite head canons are not typically ones that I myself have come up with. And going with that maybe the best one I know is for the series, and character, Sherlock.

I’m am 100% all in on Sherlock being on the autism spectrum. Yes, I know this is attributed to MANY characters but consider the fact that those reasons have a ton of validity. Sherlock has very strong indications of being on the spectrum and having read quite a number of essays on the subject, many of which were written by people who are also on the spectrum, I’m completely convinced. It’s to the point I don’t even like calling it a “head canon” as that implies it’s only a fan concept and therefore has less likelihood. It just feels so deliberate with that character.

So going off from that I would say, in a more general sense, my favorite head canons are they type where we can discover neurologically atypical traits in characters - especially heroes. Too long anyone neurologically divergent is portrayed either as a victim or, FAR FAR worse, as the “crazed villain” and frankly that is disgusting. So it is beyond refreshing to suddenly have this amazing, brilliant, layered person who also displays autistic traits. In going back over characters that I’ve loved most there are many who have traits of this sort that, only in hindsight, do I recognize. Just a few off the top of my head; Malcolm Bright, Shawn Spencer (100% ADHD), Rapunzel, Rick Simon (remember him? lol), Adrien Monk (his OCD was very deliberate), as well as characters who’ve developed trauma after horrific events such as, well, most MCU characters but particularly Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. Malcolm Bright also very much was built from trauma but I also am convinced there are neurologically atypical traits at play.

Thank you so much for the great ask!!

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Oaths and Hearts - 13 (Ignis Scientia/Reader)oaths and

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Age Inquisition.

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love…your friend…your king…Noctis has asked you to change it all…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

You looked out the window of the vehicle seeing the glittery shimmers of Glaive warping in systematically taking out Neif forces. The enemy had no idea of the attack and was completely disorganized. Getting to this point had been nerve wracking…

You watched Tor stand up looking at you in the night light after swearing to take back the city in honor of the child inside you, conditions set, you looked him over anticipating some reaction, “Do you feel anything?”

“Didn’t the last time.” He flexed his hands at his sides looking over to Cor, “Why don’t you two take a step back…”

“What are you going to do?” Cor watched him take a few steps away toward the cliffside, “Maybe you should start with something small…”

“Gotta take a leap of faith with these things.” Tor sniffed hard through his nose shaking his shoulders out before he turned around looking at you both, “Hey…how much you love that kid?”

You stared at him as his heels lined up with the edge of the cliff, “All my heart.”

“Hm…I suppose I should too if he’s letting me borrow his mojo.” He glanced back looking down making a face, “You got a name for the kid?”

You frowned knowing he was buying time because of nerves, “You’re not gonna like it.”

“Indulge me please.” He looked back to you smirking, “As long as it’s not something like Phil or Petey…”

“Ulric.” You smiled as his face contorted in disgust, “I told you.”

“I will never get out from under him…” He chuckled as he looked back at you both, “Listen if I go splat…”

“What happened to faith?” Cor growled.

“You gotta believe in something for that, right?” Tor saluted as he let himself fall backwards and you both reacted reaching out for him.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity in silence. Tears pricked your eyes, “Cor…”

As he put his arm around you, you both gasped as there was a flash shooting up in the sky then back down. Tor three point landed in front of them. He looked up grinning, “I think we’re in business.”

“Could you slow down?! The Immortal will personally kill me if something happens to you.” You turned to Libertus who had volunteered to be your escort around the ruined city, “Not everything has been cleared yet.”

“I am aware of that.” You smiled at him as he carefully trudged down the debris towards you, “I’m used of being on my own, forgive me?”

“I never could say no to you or Crowe.” He smiled as his eyes went sad.

You reached over touching his arm gently, “We’ve lost too much…I'm sorry I wasn’t there.”

He nodded as he chewed on his lip before he spoke, “We’re gonna have a big funeral once everything is settled down. I know everyone would want you to be there.”

You gave him a soft smile as you nodded, “Of course, I won’t miss it, if I can help it.”

“So…” He cleared his throat looking around the mess, “what are we doing here?”

“Looking for anything useful…Cor won’t let me fight, so I’ll find supplies. Your hospital was supposed to be over in the West Quarter, no?”

“That sounds about right.” He nodded slowly, “You’re really not one to wait for the fighting to be over, are you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head as you moved on scanning the area, “I’ve learned that being idle gets you in trouble. You start thinking about things out of your control and it just stresses you out more than anything.”

You both exchanged conversation as you picked through the debris. Every so often you both stopped as you heard gunfire and explosions. Libertus would leave you for a moment to make sure the surrounding area was secure.

It was during one of these departures you made your way down into a small crater. You knelt down moving a little wreckage away seeing an intact desk. You’d been able to find several useful things, but most was a bust. Your eyes shifted towards something nearby that was glinting in the sunlight.

You finished searching the desk before moving toward it. Crouching down you moved some ash away to reveal what it was. As you pulled it up you felt a knot form in your throat.

“Everything looks good.” Libertus approached behind you. When you didn’t give him your usual greeting, he became worried, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You swallowed the knot away before standing up. You turned wiping your face as you held out a unique Glaive visor to him, “Nyx…”

You watched the large man before stare at the carefully crafted piece of metal. It was a strained moment between the two of you both trying to stay strong for the other. There had always been this hope in the back of your mind that maybe he had made it…maybe the ring was wrong…

“You keep it.” Libertus finally spoke and talked over you as you began to object, “It’s supposed to go to family and you were all he had left.”

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as he took the visor from your hands and carefully placed it on your head like a headband. When he spoke again his voice held all the emotions you were feeling as he adjusted your hair to make it stay, “You probably don’t know this…Nyx never really like to burden other people, but before you came he was in a really bad place. He'd never took the time to grieve and he got into a lot of trouble.”

“Then you came, and you were like this light that just burned everything away. He was still a cocky little shit,” You both chuckled as he smiled, “but he changed for you. You helped him focus. Everyone saw the difference. He even said it to me a few times. You became someone he needed to protect and take care off. He even changed his next of kin list, making you first contact.”

“But, I’m not from Galahd…it’s should go to one of you…” You wiped a hand over your face before he took your hands in his.

“Family isn’t just blood…” He smiled at you squeezing your hands, “Nyx really said it best, 'Family is the people you swear an oath to, not because you have too and not because you want something, but because you choose to give each other your broken hearts and you both help fix one another.’”

“He must’ve been really drunk that day.” You smiled as Libertus laughed, “He hated talking about that stuff…”

“He was…he was very drunk.” He chuckled before rubbing his eyes a little, “It was after a very long fight…lot of close calls.”

“Thank you for telling me that…Nyx was my family too.” You stepped forward giving him a hug as you felt a tear slip down your cheek, “So are you.”

You felt him tense for a moment before relenting into a hug, “Yeah…uh…”

You let him go giving him a smile as he struggled to articulate feeling the same way, “I saw another cabinet over here, but it’s got some heavy rebar and cement over it. Pretty sure there’s some medicine inside.”

“Ah ha! I can finally make myself useful.” He joked leading you back to where you saw the cabinet.

You laughed a little reaching up feeling the visor as you followed behind. You heard him grunting as he began to pull at the big piece of cement. That’s when you got a strange sense that someone was watching you. The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up as you turned around.

You stepped forward cautiously looking around trying to pin-point it. You turned again looking around the area as Libertus continued to push the debris away, “Libertus…”

“I’ve almost got it.” He called back to you.

“Lib…” Your eyes focused in on a strange looking wave moving a short distance from you. It was like you were seeing double. Invisible to most who’d never encounter it before. You swallowed stepping forward as voices began playing around your head. Ones you haven’t heard in such a long time. They sounded so wonderful…

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Libertus stopped behind you worry lines starting to show on his face when you didn’t answer him.

You turned slowly eyes slowly dimming as your legs began to give out, “Fade…”

Ignis smiled looking down over the city of Insomnia. It was too long since he’d seen the city, even if it was partly rubble, “We just need to figure out how to sneak in and put the crystal back where it belongs.”

“Well we have a ship so at least we blend in?” Gladio looked at him as he took his seat at the controls, “Prompto, everything staying steady back there?”

“Yeah! Straps are holding, Operation Crystal Deposit is a go!” He called back up to the cockpit.

Gladio chuckled glancing over at Noct strapped into a chair, “That kid can sleep anywhere.”

“Hopefully he won’t have to anymore.” Ignis told him with a smile it disappeared quickly when the chirp of the radio filled the area.

“Attention Neiflheim vessel. The city of Insomnia is no longer under your control. We order you to stand down.” Ignis glanced over at Gladio’s surprised look, “Please respond or we will be forced to fire.”

“Wait!” Gladio hit the respond button quickly, “This is Gladiolus Amicitia, Sheild of the King.”

“…please standby.” Gladio shrugged looking at him as they waited, “We’re sending you coordinates to land.”

“Be advised,” Ignis interrupted pressing the radio again, “We are accompanied by King Noctis and are in possession of the crystal.”

“Advisement noted.” The familiar voice of Cor popped through the speaker, “Welcome home boys.”

Relief spread through Ignis’ chest as he repositioned the ships course, “Sounds like you have quite the story to tell, Marshal.”

“Yeah…you can thank Y/N for that. She came up with the plan to take the city back.” Cor responded quickly.

“Sh-she’s here?” Ignis looked at Gladio as Prompto came into the cockpit taking his seat, “Is she alright? Is the baby…”

“The baby is fine.” Cor responded.

“And Y/N?” Ignis repeated receiving no reply, “Marshal?”

“It’s best we speak on the ground. This isn’t a conversation for radios.” Ignis noticed the worry in his voice.

Gladio watched his friend as he told Prompto to wake up Noct. Ignis wasn’t unaware of his friend’s concern, “This changes nothing.”

“It changes everything.” Gladio snapped back at him as the tension in the room began to rise, “Whatever is happening down there with Y/N…you need to be there for your family.”

“What’s going on?” Noct asked wiping the sleep from his face.

“I will attend to them-” Ignis started.

“For Six sake!” Gladio shouted at him to make him fall silent, “Listen to me! We have all lost our fathers and you you’ve already lost so many moments that you can’t get back…”

Silence filled the cockpit. Eventually Gladio went on, “We have been away from home for little under a year…we haven’t had the chance to really grieve and take the time to reflect on the facts that our families are less than they were. Six of those months you have been a father to be…and I’m the only one who’s seen the moments that you’ve missed out of all of us.”

Ignis looked at him as he went on, “When my mom was pregnant with Iris…my dad would come home every day and talk to her. He’d put his face right up to my mom and hold her. He would tell her everything from how he woke up…how…how he hoped one day she’d grow up and be the strongest shield next to me. He’d tell her about me and how I was going to be the best big brother, and how we were going to be the best pair of Amicitia Insomnia has ever seen.”

“The first time she kicked he got so excited…” Gladio teared up looking away from them all as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Ignis…you shouldn’t miss those moments more then you have to.”

Silence again. Finally, Noct spoke up, “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I have to agree with Gladio here…”

“Noct, I swore an oath…” Ignis sighed shutting his eyes trying to remain calm.

“So what…” Noct smiled speaking calmly, “I release you from your oath, if that’s what it takes…go be a dad. Take care of your family. I’m not going to magically rebuild the city over night. We’ll be here when you’ve taken care of things.”

“Yeah, Iggy,” Prompto smiled at him, “We can take things over while you spend some time with your family.”

“…thank you…all of you.” Ignis glanced at all of them feeling a well of emotion fill his chest, “I hope you all that I consider you all my family.”

“Of course.” Noct reached up patting him on the shoulder giving him a sleepy grin, “Brothers to the end.”

The rest of the trip down was quiet and reflective. Ignis informed them all that he would figure out the mystery behind Cor’s message after the crystal was safely offloaded. He did just that, keeping step with Cor as they watched the crystal drive off in the back of a truck.

“Are you going to make me ask again?” Ignis glanced at him.

“No…” Cor looked at him before nodding him to follow, “There was an incident…”

“Why kind of incident?” He felt a cold sick feeling sink into his stomach.

Cor sighed opening the door to the hospital, “One that puts Y/N in an unresponsive state. Don’t…ask me…I have ran through all the questions with Dr. Reed…and we’re still at a loss.”

Ignis wasted no time stepping inside searching for you. He walked past the wounded soldiers into the back and froze at the sight of you. You looked like you were sleeping, features calm and beautiful.

He stepped over trying to remain calm as the sight of you, but the reality that you were carrying his child hit him in a way that he wasn’t prepared for. The last time he saw you, you weren’t showing.

“Please…” You begged him one last time as the engines kicked on making your hair blow around, “Ignis…please don’t make me go…”

Pressing his forehead against yours he shook his head as everyone else began to move onto the airship, “I can’t let you and you know why…”

Your lip trembled as tears brimmed your eyes, “Please…”

“You are not making this easy for me…” He pulled you into his arms embracing you tightly, “But I can’t let you, I need to keep you safe.”

Apparently, his plan didn’t work. He snapped out of his thoughts when Dr. Reed stepped across from him, “Ignis Scientia?”

“Yes…yes…” He looked at him, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Physically…nothing…” Dr. Reed took a deep breath in before he spoke again, “I can’t explain it…she supposedly fainted and has not woken up sense.”

“Fainted? Where? Who was she with?” Dr. Reed shifted his gaze to Cor who stood off to the side. Ignis looked at him, “Please answer me…”

Cor took in a deep breath, “She was with a Glaive…in the West Quarter of the city looking for supplies…”

“She was…she’s six months pregnant.” He growled, “You had her out…”

“I didn’t do anything…You know most of all that she does what she likes.” Cor stared down into his eyes, “I was lucky enough to get a Glaive to look out for her. An old friend…”

“What friend?” Ignis turned back to you watching your chest rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern.

“Libertus Ostium.” Ignis remembered him as Cor continued, “He volunteered…said he owed her.”

He took off his glasses cleaning them for no reason except to keep his hands busy, “And where is he now?”

“I’m right here…” Ignis turned seeing him step around the corner, “I…I’m so sorry…I don’t…”

“What happened?” He swallowed down his anger as the Glaive looked over to the Marshal who nodded slowly.

“We were just picking up supplies from the debris…doing pretty good considering the whole quarter was pretty much demoed…” Libertus looked at you laying on the bed, “She asked me to move some heavy debris of a medicine cabinet…when I finished she had walked away a bit.”

“It looked like she was looking at something, but I couldn’t see anything and…and she wouldn’t answer me…” Libertus looked away scrunching up his face as emotions built up, “Then she said she was fading and passed out…I’m sorry…I didn’t see anything…I should’ve just insisted…”

“She said she was fading?” Ignis interrupted him as his eyes sparked, “I need to know exactly what she said.”

“Uh…I…” Libertus stared at him trying to remember, “I-I asked her…if she was okay…and she turned, and she said… ‘fade…’”

“Just fade? Not fading?” Ignis glanced to you as the cogs in his mind began to race.

“I just assumed she didn’t finish the word…” Libertus looked at Cor, “I’m so sorry…I should have…”

“It’s okay Libertus, you couldn’t have anticipated her fainting.” Cor told him watching Ignis closely, “Why does it matter that she recognized what was happening to her?”

“Because it’s not an action…” Ignis looked at him a fire burning in his eyes, “it’s a place.”

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Time Effect - Chapter One!

This has taken me so long to write but I hope you all enjoy it! I present a Mass Effect/ Dr Who crossover. :D

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“So go on then, Doctor, where are we?” she said as the door to the TARDIS slid closed behind them. Three years of travelling in time and space, and he still didn’t like to tell her where they were going before they arrived.

Her Doctor, always a show off.

“Well,” he said, in that slow tone that meant he was thinking, or observing, or both. “It looks like some sort of ship. A spaceship, in fact. Frigate class… Hold on, is that…”

And, of course, he was gone and across the deck before she could blink.

“That’s an Alliance logo,” he muttered, looking at a funny symbol that seemed to be just a big letter A with an image of the Earth below it. “This is a military ship.”

“What, is there some kind of war on or something?” she asked, scraping her hair back behind her ear.

“Not yet…” the Doctor replied, trailing off in the way he always did when his brain was overflowing. “One of the greatest wars in history…”

She’d hoped he was about to tell her the date, but suddenly the door at the end of the room slid open, and within an instant, they were surrounded by people with uniforms and guns.

Immediately, she threw her hands up. This was getting entirely too familiar.

“Same warm welcome then,” she muttered to the Doctor.

He only grinned in response, which at the very least told her that these particular armed soldiers weren’t likely to shoot. Not immediately, anyway.

A woman pushed her way to the front of them, dressed in the same uniform. Her weapon was holstered at her hip, a crop of bright red hair on top of her head.

“I only have two questions,” she said, folding her arms. “Who the hell are you, and how did you get aboard my ship?”

“Hold on…” the Doctor said, his eyes agleam. “You’re Commander Shepard, aren’t you?”

The woman blinked, but otherwise seemed completely unfazed by the Doctor’s generally manic attitude.

“I am,” she said cautiously, and Rose didn’t miss the way she unfolded her arms, leaving her right hand resting ever so casually on her pistol.

“Oh, but you’re brilliant, you are!” The Doctor dropped his hands in order to leap around in their little circle of guards. “Absolutely brilliant! One of greatest human beings of all time! Rose, we’re in the presence of a legend.”

Okay, that was definitely a story she wanted to hear when they were back in the TARDIS, the full story, but for now, she just smiled awkwardly.

“Hi.”

The Commander nodded back at her, looking unimpressed. “Well, I’m glad we all know who I am. Who the hell are you?”

“Sorry! Yes. I’m the Doctor. This is Rose. We’re sort of… travellers.”

“The Doctor?” came a question from the dark-haired man to the Commander’s left.

The Commander didn’t answer, just sharing a look with the man that seemed to communicate a multitude of things.

“And how are you aboard my ship, Doctor?”

“Your ship… Your… Oh!” The Doctor ran around the circle once more, bursting with energy. “Is this the Normandy? The Normandy. First ship with IES stealth drive? First joint Turian/Human build? One of the most legendary ships in the universe? Oh! What I wouldn’t give to get a look at that engine…”

Commander Shepard drew her pistol, pointing it squarely at the Doctor’s chest, her face grim and serious and utterly terrifying.

“This ship,” she growled, “is a classified, prototype warship that you somehow managed to board mid-flight. Explain. Now.”

“Well.” The Doctor began rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve got this sort of… ship that kind of… appears but look, I’ve got papers, from Alliance high command. Look. See.”

He pulled the psychic paper out of his pocket, handing it over as Rose relaxed. Psychic paper never failed.

“Doctor, this paper is blank,” Shepard said, her gun unwavering.

“Is it?” He was clearly surprised. “Of course… One of the strongest minds ever to exist. Suppose it only makes sense.”

“Commander… you … er… might want to get up here.”

Rose’s gaze shot to the ceiling along with everyone else’s. The voice must be coming from some sort of intercom system.

“Not right now, Joker.” The Commander ground out, her unwavering gaze and pistol still pointed directly at the Doctor.

“But, Commander… We’ve got Geth.”

“We’ve always got Geth.”

“Well sure but these Geth are… different.”

The Commander sighed, rolled her eyes and finally holstered her pistol.

“Take them to the mess hall,” she barked to the man next to her. “Keep them under guard. I’ll deal with you later, Doctor.”

“Can’t wait,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear. As the Commander shot off towards the door, her second slid into her place before them.

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#mass effect #Dr Who #Kaidan Alenko/ Female Shepard #10/Rose #Commander Shepard #Tenth Dr #There's multiple chapters of this one friends #i really hope you all like it #this was such fun to write

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Something Strange (Doctor Who/Stranger Things) (Part 1)

Words: 1.2k+ A/N: HELLO YES ANOTHER CROSSOVER READER INSERT Idk why this popped into my head but i have had nothing but crossover come into my mind and i needed to write this down lmaoooo

"She just needs some repairs and we can go off an explore." You heard the Doctor shout from under the console of the TARDIS.

"I was thinking of exploring Ancient Rome, I want to try the ancient bread." Youp replied, swinging your feet back and forth. You were sitting at the door if the TARDIS, watching the stars as the Doctors ship floated peacefully through space.

"Out of all the things you can do in Ancient Rome you want to try bread?"

"Yeah why not?"

"You're a funny one, (Y/N)." You hear the alien laugh, making you smile. You and the Doctor were an interesting duo. He had crossed paths with you in your home city after some aliens decided to wreck havoc. You were able to save his ass and when the aliens were gone he asked you to join him. You saw so many things on your travels, things you only dreamed about seeing. Him and you were thick as thieves.

"You almost done Doctor?"

"Almost! I just need to tweek one more-"

You were sent flying back as the TARDIS tilted, it had its doors slam shut. The TARDIS straightened out enough, only for you and the Doctor to grab onto the control panel before it tilted wildly again. You held on with all your might, watching the Doctor desperately try to do something to stop this flight.

"What the hell is happening?!" You shouted as loud as you could to be heard over the loud sound the TARDIS makes.

"I have no bloody idea! I think she wants to take us somewhere. Hold on!" The Timelord twisted a nob and pulled a lever, the ship lurched forward. You felt like the air was knocked out of you as your torso hit the metal. You heard the Doctor pull one last level and the TARDIS lurched once more, sending you both to the floor.

"What the hell..." You moaned in pain, clutching your head. You sit up from the ground but the Doctor was a head of you, already jumping to his feet to see where the TARDIS brought us.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Hawkins, Indiana 1983... Why this town and why this year?"

"Well we will have to go and find out, don't we?" You grinned and the Doctor smiled.

"Allons-y! As I like to say!" He helped you off the floor and took hold of your hand. He pushed the door open and you both were greeted with a forest. You both carefully step out of the TARDIS, glancing around.

"Huh just a forest-"

"Something's not right."

"What? What is it? How can you tell?"

"I don't know what it is, but there is something different and not a good different. I can just feel it." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screw driver and turned it on. He walked forwards, slowly scanning the air left to right. You watched him intensely, noticing his eyebrows furrowed as he stepped carefully. You turn around and make sure to lock the TARDIS before joining the Doctor.

You both venture farther into the woods. Although you didn't know what was up, you felt subtle anxiety creep into your chest. You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Everything seemed ordinary, except for that the direction you were walking in made the sonic screwdrive light up bright and sound louder.

"WILL!" Yours and the Doctors heads perked up to the yelling in the distance; it seems to be coming in front of you.

The Doctor gave you a look that read 'want to go investigate' with a head tilt in that direction.

You replied with a look of your own that read 'I don't know, why not' and a shrug. You both gave a nod and continued forward, with the sonic screw driver put away. You almost laugh at how well you two could silently communicate. Regardless, you both followed the yelling as it got louder. You then noticed there were two, distinc voices: one male sounding and one female. You noticed in the corner of your eye the Doctor pull something out of his suit, assumably the psychic paper.

The two people yelling soon came into view in a clearing, next to a hand-made looking hut. Obviously your arrival made the pair stare at you both wide eyed and mouths agape.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman stuttered, the teen boy wit her look like he was ready to fight.

"Hello, uh we are lost." The Doctor smiled. "Been traveling all day from England and wanted to walk through the woods to stretch our legs. We got turned around."

"O-Oh." She replied, biting her lip. She then pulled out an unevenly folded paper from her coat pocket. She hastily unfolded it amd handed it to you since you were closer to her. "Have you seen this boy in the woods at all?"

You inspected the paper, your messy haired partner leaning over too look. There was a picture of a young boy with the name Will Byers and contact information at the bottom. "We haven't come across anyone while walking. I'm sorry."

"Oh what are we going to do, Jonathan." The woman cried and turned away from us. Jonathan wrapped the woman in his arms, quietly shushing her.

"Its okay, we will find him." He spoke softly, though loud enough for the two of you to hear. It was safe to assume they were a family and Will was the womans child.

"We are uh, investigators in England we may be able to help." The Doctor then pulled out his psychic paper and showed it to them. "My parnter her left theirs in their luggage."

"R-really?!" They both looked at each other and back at you and The Doctor.

"We best find our way back now, I assume to just call the number on the flyer?"

"Yea, and my name is Joyce Byers by the way and this is my oldest Jonathan." He awkwardly waved.

"Well I am (Y/N) and this is..." You motioned to the alien.

"Right, I am The Doctor."

"Doctor who?" Jonathan asked the signature question.

"Oh, just The Doctor."

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"I have a feeling that William Byers has something to do with whatever made the TARDIS want to come here." The Doctor said while you both walked towards where the Blue Box landed.

You nodded, "No doubt, your screwdriver was leading us to that clearing... Or to that family."

Your ears perked at the sound of distant young voices, pretty much in the direction of the TARDIS. This couldn't be good... You slowed down your walking and allowed The Doctor to take the lead, his sonic screwdriver out and ready.

"Dude why won't it open!" You heard a young boys voice yell with some struggle.

"I don't know Lucas but keep trying!" A lisped voice replied and then grunted.

You and the Doctor saw the Police Box and with their backs facing you both, you saw three young boys trying to break into the TARDIS.

"What do you boys think you are doing?" The Doctor questioned with a stern voice and raised brow. The three spun on there heels, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. One was a lanky boy with dark hair surrounding his face, the other boy was African-American and also fairly lanky, and the third boy had a mop of brown curls that were covered by a hat.

It was like a stand off between you and The Doctor, and the three kids. No one moving, no one seemingly blinking.

#stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things crossover #doctor who #10th doctor #doctor who imagine #doctor x reader #tenth doctor #ten x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who crossover #CrossOver #cross over fic #crossover fic

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter17

Masterlist

Summary: After Daenery's death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost without her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnings: None, i think 😁😁

Words: 2k

Posing my sword beside my travel bag, I look through the window from my chambers, seeing my children flying around in the blue sky. Today was the day that I leave for the blessed lands, Valinor, with a small army. I hope this works...

A strong arm wraps around my small waist, pulling into a hard chest. A smile broke in my lips as I smell my husband flowery scent “Melleth nin...” I whisper, feeling his warm lips on my neck. He lets out a Hmm, kissing along my shoulder “Are you ready?” I ask, turning around to look to his beautiful eyes, seeing them full of life and love.

Glorfindel gives me one last kiss on my shoulder “Yes, my love. Everything is ready for us to leave.” he says a while putting a piece of my silver hair behind my ear. I rest my forehead on his and close my eyes, “I hope my plan works, Glorfindel...Middle-Earth can’t be lost...” my voice came out weak and frail, he put his long fingers under my chin and lifted, making me look to him “Daenys, don’t worry...The Valar will see the truth in your words and they will help us with everything their have!” he says with a cheerful voice.

A small smile appears on my face “What I would do without you, Melleth nin.” he let out a chuckle “Burning a Kingdom of a certain Elven King.” a huge smirk form on his lips. I roll my eyes and punch him on the shoulder playfully “Shut up...” I say, trying to hide my smile.

He picks my bag a while I took one last time look to myself in the mirror, seeing my travel clothes were exactly like of my mother’s.

I was wearing a black leather dress, that stopped on my shins, with black legging underneath. A silver chain ran from my right shoulder to my left side of my waist, holding a red cape that had a scaly pattern.

My silver hair was made in Dothraki style, full of braids. And last, on top of my head was a silver crown, with three dragons' heads and a small golden flower in the middle, representing the house of Glorfindel.

Happy with my look, I turn back and grab my sword, putting on my waist “Let’s go!” I say a while picking Glorfindel's large hand.

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It has passed two days since we left Rivendell and we have one more day of traveling to the Grey Havens, to the port that will take us to Valinor.

Glorfindel stops his horse “We will camp here tonight! Start building the camp!” he yells to the army of elves.

Giving a pet on my horse neck, I dismount from his back, letting the guard take him to his stall. I lift my arms in the air, stretching my sore body. A small smile forms on my lips as I heard the roars of my dragons, I turn my head to the side and saw them landing on the vast clearing beside the camp “You have beautiful children.” I close my eyes as Tyrion voice sounded behind me.

I looked him over the shoulder “Yes...yes I do.” I say, turning my gaze back to my dragons, who were now resting on the tall grass. He took some more steps so he was beside me, looking to my children “Do you think this plan is going to work?” he asks me, taking out of his pocket a small bottle of wine, taking large gulp “The army of dead are larger than before, we have to fight almost every person in Westeros!... I will do anything on my power to get the Valar to help us.” he only nods, scratching his beard.

We stay in silence for a moment, watching the stars shining beside the large moon in the dark sky. After a while, Tyrion let out a sigh “It’s a strange world in here....elves, orcs, hobbits, blessed lands where Gods walk among us, it's all so surreal.” I look down to him, seeing his eyes in awe and fear “Yes...it’s a strange place but it’s full of amazing creatures and people.” my voice was soft, remembering the good memories that I have here, the amazing moments that I had with my husband and my friends. It’s a strange world but it’s a world that has accepted for who I am.

(Glorfindel P.O.V)

“Here! Let me help you.” I say a while picking up a heavy chest, lending a hand to the elves that were carting boxes, the elf bows his head “Thank you, My Lord!” he says with a large smile, his eyes full of relief that he hasn’t carried all those heavy chests and boxes alone.

I help to build some tents and water the horses, let them run free for a bit. I sat down by a tree, watching the horses run on the small pasture, I grab my sword and start to polish it. I can’t believe that I'm returning to Valinor. How people will react when they saw me arriving with a small army of elves and two humans and four dragons that were from another world? A small smile appears on my face. Ohh... I almost could see the shocked face of the Valar.

Suddenly a noise of a bush shaking interrupted my thoughts, I shot up from my seat “Who’s there?!” I say firmly, grabbing tightly the handle of my sword.

A large cloak figure appears from the middle of the bushes “Who are you?” I ask again, getting in combat position. The figure took a step forward, pushing the cloak behind “It’s been a while, old friend!” a gasp escape from me as I saw his face. No...

Standing there in front of me was Maglor, the second son of Feanor, the last of the Feanorians. His facial expression was tired and his skin was pale like the moon, contrasting with his black hair “Maglor...Why are you here?” I whisper, shocked to see him here “I’ve heard from the Edain that you and your wife were going to sail to Valinor... to ask the Valar help to defeat the ice demons.” he says with melancholic voice.

I nod, softening the grip from the sword handle “Yes...but why are you here?” I ask firmly “I want to join you two!....i want to help you defeat those monsters...so I could clean the horrors that I and my brothers caused on middle-earth.” I notice a tear falling down his cheek, his eyes full of sorrow.

A sigh escapes from me as I scratch the back of my neck “I can’t decide that, only my wife could let you join us on this quest...Come! I will take you to her.” I say a while turning back to the camp, walking in the direction of where Daenys were.

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We arrived at the vast clearing, as the guards informed me where she would be. A gasp escapes from Maglor as he saw the four large dragons lying on the ground, besides their mother, who was sitting on the grass rubbing their warm scales.

I led him to them, grabbing the attention of Viseral. He moves his large head and pushes his warm snout into my side, purring softly “Hello, Viseral!” I say softly. Daenys lifts her head and gave me one of her beautiful smiles “Melleth nin! Where were you?” her voice was like a morning bird, making my body relax just from hearing her speak “I’m sorry, my love. I was helping the servants with the camp... I brought you, someone, to meet.” as I say the last words, she moves her to the side, peeking through me, noticed Maglor standing there, looking to her in awe.

She grabs my hand and I help her standing up “This is Maglor, son of Feanor...he wishes to join us on this quest.” I say calmly. Maglor bent down on one knee “Lady Daenys! Please, let me join you on this quest! Helping you to defeat those ice demons!” she looks down to him, eyeing him carefully, knowing about his past “I know what it feels to live the mistakes that a father or grandfather have done...to suffer the consequences of their mistakes.” she says softly a while petting Daenerion snout “I will give you a change, Feanorian! I hope you don’t waste it.” her voice was firm but at the same time calm.

Maglor stood up, looking to her with a small smile and his eyes full of hope “Thank you, My Lady! I will honor your word.” I walk to Daenys and wrap my hand around hers, giving a soft squeeze.

(Daenys P.O.V)

Finally, we have arrived at Grey Havens, the port was beautiful. The tall building came out from the calm water, with columns to support them. Elves were walking around, doing their duties and organizing our arrival.

“Lord Glorfindel!” all a sudden a voice boomed beside us, I turn my head and saw a tall elf with silver hair walking towards us with a big smile but something grabbed my attention, this elf had a long silver beard! “Cirdan! It’s good to see you.” he and Glorfindel hugged each other, laughing like a pair of elflings.

Cirdan looks over Glorfindel's shoulder and smiles at me “So this is the brave woman! I must ask you, how in the world did you end up with Golden head over here? You are too much for him—Ouch!” Glorfindel cut him off with a punch on his shoulder, making Cirdan laugh.

A giggle fell from my lips “That’s a question that I make every day!” with this Cirdan let out a loud laugh, cleaning his tears “Well, My Lady! Your ships are ready.” I thank him and Glorfindel orders his army to board.

As I was entering the ship, with the help of Maglor, I heard Cirdan whispering to Glorfindel “You are a lucky elf!” “That I am!” Glorfindel said with a proud smile.

I shake my head and walk to the front of the ship, watching the calm waves hitting the boat.

After a while of boarding everything on the ships, the captain yells to start sailing, making our ship to move first.

Glorfindel grab my hand and kiss it softly “Ready?” I nod and smile “Ready!” my voice came out firmly. I look forward confidently, seeing the vast ocean around us. Drogon and the young dragons flew by us, always staying near the ships to protecting me.

I took a deep breath, Glorfindel, Tyrion and Maglor beside me. Here we go!...

Hey Guys!!! The new chapter is here. The big journey has begun, Daenys is sailing to Valinor with her Dragons!!! Who is excited to see how the Valar would react?? And the other elves?? I hope you are enjoying this series, feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 55)

Part 55 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3554 Warnings: Language, infinity war plot,death, destruction of Asgard, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Together, all of you fought her, and you won. She died. But in doing so, Asgard was lost - all of it.

Instinctively, you clinged to Loki.

“Loki,” you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Horror ripped through you at the sight of that ship.

“I know,” he replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty.

Thor commanded his pilot to broadcast that the ship didn’t have any soldiers aboard, only civilians, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly, Thanos opened fire on the ship.

You all but snarled as you forced him back with your purple electric energy.

“You’re quite the nuisance. We should’ve killed you back on Sanctuary.”

“If you want him to live, you’ll stop,” Thanos suddenly said from behind you. You kept Maw in a chokehold before turning to see what Thanos had to bargain with.

Loki.

Thanos had him by the throat, his giant hand squeezing. Loki’s face was turning purple as he struggled, his legs kicking.

You let Maw go, feebly dropping your hand. Thanos let Loki go and he fell on all fours, before going to touch his neck. He coughed a few times and you rushed to him.

Thanos began walking amongst the bodies of your friends, members of a community you loved. You glared at him, rage in your heart as tears streaked down your face.

“You’re a monster,” you said to him as he walked towards you, your fists clenched, purple energy floating around your knuckles.

“Better than a failure,” he remarked coolly.

“Before you tortured me? Twisted my memories? I have news for you, Thanos, it’s you who failed. You tried to make me a weapon, you tried to break Loki. Read my lips: It… Didn’t… Work.”

“Enough talking. Where’s the Tesseract?” he asked.

“We don’t have it. It was destroyed on Asgard,” Thor answered, blood dripping from his lip.

“Oh, I do, kill away,” Loki said, hoping to call his bluff.

But it wasn’t a bluff, Loki should’ve known this.

Finally, Loki screamed for him to stop and he did.

Suddenly, Loki looked at you with a look of apology before letting the Tesseract appear in his hand. Betrayal lashed through you like a spear.

“I assure you, both... the sun will shine on us again.”

“Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian,” Thanos commented.

“Well, for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another... we have a Hulk.”

With that, he jumped and grabbed both you and Thor and rolled you all out of the way of Hulk. At first, it seemed as if Hulk had the upper hand.

Loki gathered you in his arms. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry. I thought he wouldn’t do it.”

You peered at him, forgiving him instantly. You nodded, your mouth still bound by debris.

The two of you flashed your attention to Hulk, where the odds had turned against him. Thanos threw him into the ground, hard. The hope you had for a moment went crashing to the ground with him.

“Loki! Get out of here!” Thor shouted.

“Brother--”

“Now! Heimdall!” Thor yelled and suddenly Heimdall’s hand lifted and a rainbow light surrounded you, Loki, and Bruce.

Your eyes widened as you tried to get to Thor but Loki held you back, holding you in the portal.

A minute later, you were crashing into the sanctum in New York where Stephen was. The three of you groaned as you got up. Stephen helped you three out of the debris.

“Y/N?” Strange breathed as stared at you. “What the hell is on your mouth?” He waved his arms and suddenly the magic that exuded from his fingers made the gag on your mouth fall off.

“Thanos...he’s coming,” you breathed out as you stared up at Stephen.

He frowned at you. “Who?”

“We need to get Tony and Shannon,” you said. You couldn’t think. You knew if you stopped to think about this, about any of it, you’d fall to pieces.

“What’s going on?” Stephen asked, confused.

“Get me Tony and Shannon, and I'll explain everything.”

He nodded, opening a portal to find Tony and Shannon. They were jogging in the park.

“Tony Stark?” he greeted. “Shannon, you--”

Bruce and you stepped out from behind Stephen.

“Bruce, Y/N/N? What--” Shannon asked before Bruce fell into Tony’s arms and you fell into Shannon’s.

Stephen asked the two of them to come with him and all of you were in the sanctum, talking about the impending threat.

“He’s coming? Here?” Shannon asked, worry in her tone.

“Yes. He just got the Space Stone,” you explained.

“So, what? Where’s Thor? How are you here?” Tony asked.

“Thor… He… He sent us away, to warn you all. Now, we need to get to Vision. Thanos can not get the mind stone. He already has two. Stephen, you need to lock down the time stone,” you ordered.

“It’s already got every unbreakable spell on it I could find,” he informed.

“Good. Thanos isn’t afraid of anything. He will stop at nothing to get these stones. Stephen, you can protect the time stone. Shannon, where is Vision?” you asked.

“We don’t know,” she said.

“What? How…” You frowned, entirely confused.

“He’s evolving,” Tony explained. “He turned off his transponder two weeks ago.”

“You lost him?” Bruce asked, shocked. “Tony!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Okay!” you yelled. “We do not have time for this. Who would know how to get to him? Does anyone know?”

“Steve Rogers might,” Tony stated and you sighed.

“Fuck. Alright… Shannon, you got his number?”

“Yeah, here,” she said, pulling out her phone.

“Okay I’ll get to--”

“Doc, you moving your hair?” Tony suddenly asked, noticing that his hair was slightly waving in a wind that was nonexistent.

“Not at the moment, no?” he said and all of you looked outside.

Commotion was stirring on the street. People were running, and it looked like there was a tornado as papers and small debris was flying through the air.

He opened a portal and you walked into your apartment. It was several blocks from whatever was happening near the Sanctum. “Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!” Tony pointed to the time stone. “Might wanna use it.” Bands of spells readied around his forearms A mechanical hum grew louder as Tony approached the intersection. As he turned the corner, he saw a huge circular ship floating over Bleecker Street. On the other side of the city on a school bus, the hairs on Peter Parker's arms stood up. He looked out the window and saw the ship. “Ned, hey. I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter tapped his best friend in the seat in front of him. “Holy shit! We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship!” Students scrambled to the windows in the back to see the spaceship. Peter quickly slides on one of his Stark-made web shooters, and webs the emergency exit lever on the opposite side of the bus. “What's the matter with you kids? You've never seen a spaceship before?” the bus driver asked. Peter jumped out the window, clinging to the side of the bus and pulling on his mask before leaping over the side of the bridge, shooting a web-line and swinging free. He made his way hastily towards the ship. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., evac anyone south of 43rd Street, notify first responders.” “ Will do.” Doctor Strange threw the Winds of Watoomb over Bleeker Street, and winked at Tony. The dust cleared. Tony was begrudgingly amused for a split second. Then Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian exited the ship by transmat. “Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now contributing to…” “I'm sorry, Earth is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.” Maw looked at Doctor Strange. “Stonekeeper--” he gestured to Tony “--does this chattering animal speak for you?” “Certainly not. I speak for myself.” Magical shields were readied with his fists, stepping forward. “But you’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” “It means get lost, Squidward!” “He exhausts me.” Cull Obsidian said two untranslated syllables “Bring me the Stone.” Cull Obsidian dropped his huge alien hammer and dragged it along as he obeys his brethren. “Banner, you want a piece?” Tony inquired. “No, not really, but when do I ever get what I want?” Bruce shot back half-heartedly. “That's right,” Tony agreed. Bruce attempted to release the Hulk. Instead of Hulk coming out easily, the most that turned green was Bruce's neck. “Been a while. Good to have you, buddy.” “I just... I need to concentrate here for one second. Come on, come on, man,” Bruce pleaded, fighting with his inner self/Hulk. “Where's your guy?” “I don't know. We've sort of been havin' a thing.” “There's no time for a thing,” Tony shot back urgently. “I know.” Shannon cuts in. “Will you two stop that this isn’t the time nor the place to be doing that.” “That's the thing right there. Let's go.” Bruce gave out a loud grunt, but failed to release the Hulk. Doctor Strange stared at Tony and Bruce in disbelief. “Dude, you're embarrassing me in front of the wizards.” “What did I just say? What are you, 6?” She shook her head. “Focus or go.” “Tony, I'm sorry.” He started to stammer. “Either I can't or he won't—” “Bruce, it’s okay. You don’t need to force it if it won’t happen okay?” she reassured the man next to her. “It's okay. Hey, stand down.” Looking over to Wong, Tony requested, “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.” “Please? We can take care of this” “I have him.” He nodded his head. “Damn it.” Bruce felt like he’s letting them down by not being able to hulk out “Hey, hey, Banner relax, take a breath.” She stopped him from being agitated. “You both need a moment to breathe. You just got back.” As Cull Obsidian approached the team, Tony donned his nanotech Iron Man suit in the space of three steps. He grows a shield on one arm to protect himself, then grew a set of blasters that easily throw the Dwarf back to Maw, who gestured and deflected his massive companion into some cars. “Where'd that come from?” “It's nano-tech. You like it? A little someth—” “T.A.D.A.S.H.I, I need you to fly me a suit and an update on where Parker is,” Shannon said into her running jacket. “Right away, Mrs. Stark. The young Mr. Parker is nearby with other students heading to a trip,” the AI responded. In that moment, the suit showed up so that Shannon could use it knowing this was about to get rough. “Dr. Banner, if the rest of your green friend won't be joining us....” Doctor Strange teleported Bruce to a nearby park along with half a taxi. Iron Man returned and joined the fight, pushing a car thrown by Maw back at him. Maw cut it in half and let the pieces fly past him, untouched. “Gotta get that stone outta here, now,” Tony ordered at Strange. “It stays with me,” he insisted. “Exactly. Bye.” Iron Man flew through Ebony Maw's obstacle course but was cut short by Cull Obsidian's hammer, sending him through a building and into the park at high speed, plowing into the ground and fetching up against a tree. “Tony, you okay? How we doing? Good? Bad?” Bruce asked as he jogged up. “Really, really good. Really good. Do you plan on helping out?” Tony wondered. “I'm trying. He won't come out.” “Come on, Tony lay off him we have bigger fish to fry.” She pointed back to Maw. “Babe, lets go, tag team them.” She helped him get up and adjusted her suit and flew off. The pair flew off to try and catch up to Maw but he was moving at a considerable speed. Shannon wasn’t able to move out of the way in time and was hit with one of the flying objects, leaving her to stop and control her breathing and heal herself. They were too far for her to try and catch up so she went back to look for Bruce and to find the others.

“Tony, be careful up there,” she called over the com.

“I know, babe.” He was interrupted but Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark what are we dealing with?”

“Kid, you see that guy?” Tony pointed to Stephen as he flew past. “That's the wizard. We need to get him back before they can take him who knows where.”

“I'm on it, Mr. Stark. Hey, Mrs. Stark how are you?” He saw her back on the ground and waved.

Hearing her son’s voice brought in a panic. “Peter! What are you doing here? You should be on your trip.”

“I know, Mrs. Stark, but I thought I could help it looks like this is a big problem.”

“Peter, you listen to me, I need you to come back down here right now.” Peter chased Ebony Maw, floating speedily and upright on a small platform of burbling debris leaving a deep rut in the streets, who in turn chases the Cloak-driven Doctor Strange through Manhattan; Maw attacked him, throwing a Rocket Mortgage billboard at the boy to be rid of him. “Not cool!” he said as he untangled himself from his webs. Maw bent all the utility poles in the path of the fleeing Cloak, finally snagging the loyal garment and ripping it loose of its master. Spider-Man scooped up Doctor Strange before he hit the pavement, but before he could get away with the unconscious Doctor Strange, a cone of blue light started pulling the man inexorably upwards. Parker grabbed a light pole to anchor himself, but Maw uprooted it, sending Doctor Strange, Cloak, and teenager on their way to his ship. “Uhhh, Mr. Stark? I'm being beamed up!” Peter cried out. “Hang on, kid.” Cull Obsidian's hammer doubled as a claw, pinning Tony to the ground and shorting his suit. As Obsidian jumped towards him, blades ready to end this fight, he was sent through a portal instead. The alien turns and leaps to return the same way, but Wong closes it rapidly -- only Obsidian's severed hand makes it back to the park. Bruce kicks the hand away with a noise of disgust. “Tony, what’s going on? Where’s Peter?” she asked not being able to see where they had gone. He flew towards the ship. “Give me a little juice, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the AI changes the two thrusters into a larger one. “Unlock 17-A, Pete, you gotta let go. I'm gonna catch you.” “But you said save the wizard!” He was gasping from lack of oxygen, pulling off his mask.“I can't breathe!” “You're too high up. You're running out of air.” He looked to see where exactly he was. “Babe, it’s okay I’ve got the kid.” “Yeah! That makes sense.” Peter passed out, free-falling, but not for long before the pod reached him. It attached itself to him, becoming the Iron Spider suit. Now being able to breathe, he lands on the bottom part of the ship, standing up heroically. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” Tony smiled hearing his comment. “Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home.” “Yep.” A large parachute extended from the new suit, snatching Spider-Man free of the ship's hull and him spiraling back to Earth. “OH, COME ON!” Peter yelled furiously but managed to cling onto the ship with his web and got in, unbeknownst to Tony and Shannon.

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ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive · 5 years

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rp guidelines.

Mun is Ash. She/Her. 21+. Ruthless Drama King keeps me prisoner.

This blog is 21+ Nsfw/smut will not be written with those under 21 years old. I will not write with minors.

I know there are a lot of rules here now but incidents, past stuff in rp scene kind of made it mandatory for myself to put down. Common sense lacks in some too so sorry it’s so long but ya know. Gotta do what we rpers gotta do. <3

tw: potential for triggering content & subject matter due to crime scene investigations/forensic profiling. strong language expected. he is simply a problematic aggressive character in most verses.

no godmodding. unspoken rule but please do not control my character under any circumstances. if you continue to break this rule however I may have to cancel our thread. only in extreme cases.

Don’t have personal triggers but I will not write my muse forcing themselves on any other muse.

any personal triggers you are uncomfortable with I will not write and vice versa.

multiverse/oc friendly. au friendly: discussion on AU’s are love. same char different mun friendly. duplicates are always welcome. personally I love OC’s and this boy cannot get enough interaction from them ever. just so you know.

Do not screenshot my posts: ooc, threads etc. It is MY content. I should not have to add this but yes this has happened without my knowledge - at first.

Unfollowing: If there is something you disagree with, do not favor about my writing, portrayal, muse(s) or views the button is always there. Please soft block to unfollow. I will do the same and quietly if it calls for it.

PSA: Don’t call 60 Connor. He is not Connor. He is his own person. This sort of trumps the significance I have built for him as an individual entity in my characterization/ headcanons/ personal iteration in a fandom where he is overlooked. Also if you do refer to him as such verbally to his face you consent to the wrath and animosity he will bestow upon you be it verbal or potentially physical. Trust me 60 is not fond of being mistaken for his predecessor. (It’s a pet peeve and I’m sorry lol but they’re two separate people. I mean I write Connor too so bear with me.)

plots are love. let's discuss story, char relationships, just anything really. down for plotted, random prompts and memes. my dm’s are always open. if I don’t respond straight away I’m either not on at the moment or I’m just swamped in drafts. I still want you to drop in tho.

replies may take a bit. this is a hobby. if I take a while it doesn’t mean I don’t want to rp. sometimes I forget, tumblr eats my notifs or I haven’t thought up a decent reply as of yet. please be patient. I always offer the same to my rp partners. also I do get swamped in drafts and asks so this does contribute to my reply speed. TLDR: I am slow af but I want to write with you.

want to drop a thread? we all lose muse, get too busy, overwhelmed at times. it is perfectly OK. when I do thread purges I will always post an update and @ those I am keeping threads with. the number of follows I have it is just easier for me to do it this way.

shipping: will ship with chars but there are some I may turn down depending on personal preference. typically ships with another RK800/RK900 are a no. sibling, platonic, enemies is where I go. some exceptions may apply depending on verse type but his exclusive and only RK800 ship is with @rob0badge . 60 also would like platonic, friend and enemy ships to counter his romantic ships. any and all are appreciated.

open to smut threads. 21+ very explicit at times depending on verse. 60 is ruthless. fair warning. also smut is not a requirement for romantic ships. if you’re not down for that then 60 is all about the respect of his partner’s wishes.

multiship friendly: winning rk800-60's affection is not easy in the long run. remember he is not easy to get along with.

Shipping Additions: I WILL NOT ship cross unless it is plotted mutually between all parties. even then I will be selective about it. please respect this. multiverse is a thing and that is what my blog is. it will just be ignored.

Content Trigger: 60 is very much ruthless despite his fall into deviancy. if you are uncomfortable with intense personalities this may not be the rp blog for you. certain themes will be highly thematic, problematic and even controversial at times. all of these will be tagged accordingly and put under read more for my followers/mutuals. he will be aggressive and hateful depending on circumstances. he is not very nice. however, the mun does not reflect this characterization and is extremely nice to followers. 60 may not share that affinity but the mun has no malicious intent. Only this ruthless boy does.

threads containing 18/21+ material always go under read more. please adhere to all warnings. some subject matter may be unsettling. remember any dark or triggering themes are NOT condoned by me irl. it just needs to be said.

Interactions: non-rp blogs, personals or those not part of current threads: DO NOT REBLOG. this is becoming a problem lately and I really don’t want to be that person but please follow this rule.If you continue to do so you will be BLOCKED. You can like my posts just fine however. In fact it’s welcome! I like to see others enjoying what I write for the ruthless king.

DBH VERSE REQUIRED: It just works better to be able to write adequately and since my muse is from this universe it’s a given. I rarely do crossovers as I feel some just do not work or fit my muse. If I do they are with main mutuals depending on fandom or personal preference.

Mutual Exclusive/RP Blogs Only: This blog is now private. If you follow me and I do the same back it means I want to interact. Otherwise assume I won’t be following back if I haven’t in a week. I have had some odd things come 60′s way and it is why this blog is locked down now.

Follows: If I follow back it means I want to interact with you. If you're a mutual and you still have not interacted with me after several weeks I WILL unfollow. This is nothing against anyone or meant to be unfair/mean spirited. The blog is an rp blog so of course I want to interact with you all. Also I do not just give free follows since this is not a personal blog.

I would love to follow back depending but if I see no rules or somewhere that states 21 and above for the mun on your blog I won’t. I interact solely with those 21+. I myself am 28 years old. Respect this and don’t lie about your age to me. I have had people lie to me in the past and they’ve been dropped faster then you can shout “Deviant Spotted!”

I reserve the right to unfollow anyone for whatever reason including but not limited to rp politics. Ya gurl not here for rp snobbery or assumptions made. If I become uncomfortable I will soft block to unfollow quietly. I also practice block back. Meaning if I’m hardblocked (which is in anyone’s right who is uncomfortable with my content) I will hardblock back. It’s only fair and honestly it’s a lovely page taken out of one of my waifu’s books.

OOC: If you post a crap ton of ooc posts (I mean plz it’s your blog and your content is yours so go for it) I may unfollow if I cannot blacklist them properly. I mean things that aren’t rp related. This is only in extreme cases. My blog has overwhelmed me so the dash being flooded is something I want to clean up.

Replies: As I have stated in updates on this blog I am super busy and backed up. My reply speed is slower due to lots of drafts and asks. You can remind me but please don’t come at me or try to push me. Muse can be fickle. Some days I have it for a specific verse, others I have it for shorter convos or text threads. I aim to reply to everyone but keep in mind running this blog is not easy and I want it be fun for me. It’s a hobby. When I have to worry and hide from people this is no longer that. If it continues I will drop the thread completely. Only in extreme cases.

Pressuring: Do not come into my inbox on anon passive aggressively asking when I will reply to threads. If you honestly want to remind me like a normal person my dms are open to mutuals only. Do not guilt me into rping. If you pressure and attempt manipulating me you will be blocked. This has happened and I will not put up with it.

Please reblog any memes/prompts from the source and not this blog. I am not an rp source or creator of these. If you continue to do this and just harvest my blog for memes without even interacting I will unfollow/block. If you reblog send me one then. If not well do not do it. non-mutuals do not reblog anything at all from this blog. Also I have to mention some people have used me as a source WITHOUT reblogging from me. Meaning they see the meme and reblog it for themselves as a means of bypassing sending in anything. If we’re mutuals why are you doing this? It will just make me think you do not want to interact.

Asks: Do not reblog asks. Please if you wish to continue make a new post and link back to ask. It just makes my dash a little cleaner and I want to avoid extra asks in the inbox continuing it when we can turn them into convo threads. So please don’t keep sending asks to continue a plot line. Thread it.

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT HATE & ASSUMPTIONS: If I discover you sending hate on anon to anybody you’re gone. If you send hate to people about what they ship, especially to female muns/muses, you’re gone. I will not tolerate hate of any kind and if I see you talking negatively about any female muse I will soft block you quietly. I just do not want to interact with you. People who assume generalized posts are about them when I follow you will be softblocked as well. Honestly it’s a given that if I’m following it’s not directed at you. I will not put up with assumptions or continue to view it on my dash. Unfollow me, softblock me, etc. It’s not difficult. My comfort levels are important to me as well as yours should be.

I will not interact with egoists. If I see anything that wigs me out I will just softblock quietly. Elitists go home. I don’t want you here.

I will never rush or be pushy at my partners. I’m so chill about threads. please take your time. let’s never take the fun out of it. never think you’re taking too long or bothering me. DM’s are open to my mutuals only.

I do not do passwords or send messages of any kind. If I am following you rest assured that I have read your rules. I do this automatically when someone follows me and vice versa since I expect the same. If I’m liking update posts you can consider that me seeing it as well.

unfollowing/refollowing: Don’t do it on my blog. If you follow and then unfollow but for some reason come back to follow you get blocked from my side. I don’t need the bs or the attention seeking.

Duplicates are amazing but I will be selective who I follow back and interact with. Nothing personal but I have been the victim of theft in the past. It’s an unfortunate thing but my characterization and headcanons for 60 are my own. I have been writing this boy forever even long before I made this blog. I’m highly protective of my ruthless king. He is my baby after all.

softblocks: I remove people by doing this. It could be for any reason to be honest. We never interact, you keep dropping our stuff, show no interest, I don’t see us interacting after all or any number of reasons to make my dash more comfortable. Do not ask me why I did it. That’s my comfort. No hard feelings. Just move on. I don’t have to cater to you. If you don’t like my methods use the unfollow button and leave my blog. Simple enough.

hardbocking/blacklisting: Yes I have done it. Am I going to blatantly broadcast it for all to see? Nope. I am not obligated to explain why I blocked you. Most times you have broken my rules despite me reminding to read them. Other times there are people I just do not want to see and that is my right not to see them. Same goes for you. Block me if you do not like what you see. I will not censor myself, my writing or who I interact with.

ostracizing people in the rpc: If you don’t like who I am interacting with use your blacklist function. NEVER tell me not to interact with them. If I find out you practice this exclusion tactic on others in the rpc I will purge you off my blog no questions or explanation needed. I totally get it. There are people I don’t like. No one is going to like everyone but do you see me telling others NOT to write with them? Hell no because I know for a fact they have done it to me and others love to listen without all sides to a story.

I also drop people who vague in public servers because it’s straight up childish behavior. I also will not follow or interact with anyone who guilt trips, suicide baits or lies with a pity party song and dance. When you’re found out to be lying or telling other people not to interact with somebody in this RPC I want nothing to do with you. Move on. That’s it.

Drop a like if you made it this far. Whew! No passwords needed. Even if you don’t drop a like it won’t prevent me interacting it’s just nice to see.

#[ooc files]#{~status: updates}#{~status: guidelines}#{{rule post to be linked for a more mobile friendly view}}#{{new rules fully integrated}}#{{thank you loves}}

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tothedarkdarkseas · 4 years

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Since we all love a skeevy Stu, what are the most outrageous or down right embarrassing things Stu's gotten up to with the birds? What lengths will the lad go to in order to impress girls?

(I just want to take a quick second to say thank you all for indulging me. The intersection between shipping Stu and Murdoc, and headcanoning Stu as mostly-straight and a total sleaze can be a lonely place.)

I didn’t realize how long this was, so cut added for length!

I think Stu, for the most part, likes things to be easy. You don’t develop an addiction to painkillers, only get a job “to save up for a new keyboard,” and cause little enough trouble to be described in your rockstar biography as “mild-mannered” because you really like having to sweat for something. It is so, so fortunate for him that he is very tall and very good-looking, so pulling girls was never especially difficult when he was young. I’d imagine 6th form Stu was getting on just fine without straining himself more than a bit of cringe-worthy teenage boy flexing, a bit of bragging. It’s more embarrassing to look in from the outside at Stu putting the moves on, it’s just… you feel sorry that these girls find this desirable right now. You feel better knowing they soon won’t.

That’s sort of the turning point for Stu, I think, once he’s out of school. Things that impressed girls when they were both 16 don’t impress when they’re both 19 or 20. (I realize I’m slightly scooting the years around here, technically Stu’s 19 in August 1997 but I like to imagine him being at least 20 when Murdoc rams the shop and having some more time to be Like He Is before he gets involved with the band.) He fails to realize that when girls come home from uni and let Stu take them for Maccy Ds and a small party at his mate Sean’s place where they can drink and shag, that’s them tossing Stu a bone. That’s practically a pity shag, coming back to Crawley and letting that cute but funny-looking Pot bloke feel them up while they drink bottom-shelf booze neither of them paid for in a flat Stu doesn’t rent. Stu gets laid, but it’s not as easy at that point. Not every girl around town or coming back in town is so interested in taking pity, and many who’d dated him (casually or “seriously”) in school are going on to better things, or settling down with partners, or just not interested in giving Stu Pot another go. All that said, I do reckon Stu added a few touches to his barside How You Doing Darling resume. Stu would never have taken up acoustic guitar if he didn’t know it would impress and be easier to transport than a keyboard, and wouldn’t have kept playing it if he didn’t get to finger Stacey Martins at a beach party that time. (She was like, well fit and minted, she was a dream. Maybe if he’d done a better job she would’ve dated him.) Stu doesn’t really continue with football so much after school which is a shame, but he still wears the kit to the park sometimes and pretends he’s just played a game, ladies, he likes to stay active, now wot you girls up to (in reality, he’s splashed hot water on his face from a public restroom, pushed his wet hair back Just So.) Stu’s bought an assortment of pendants, wrist cuffs and an anklet at the shopping center because various pretty girls were working the counter. He scopes out the talent at karaoke (both on stage and off) to make sure he’ll be the ringer and his performance will be seen by at least 2 women.

And then there’s Paula. Now, Stu goes above and beyond trying to impress Paula. He gives her guitar strings and picks for free. He plays keys in the shops when she’s there and shows off way too obviously. He brings his own guitar in the shop once to play something for her, which ranks in the Top 5 Most Painful Moments of either of their lives. He sells pills on the side to afford to take her out after he realizes how much drinks with her put him in the red. I think Stu gets his first tattoo because of Paula, to look cooler to her. She tells him he’d better not waste her time inviting him up and he pulls his cock out on the empty street, already half hard at the thought of her commenting on it.

Once the band’s off and rolling Stu mostly returns to not having to try that hard, but I still think it’s really funny to imagine he does sometimes– maybe because of a sense of competition with Murdoc, maybe out of the confidence that comes with it. Maybe he likes the performance of it. Maybe he just likes talking about himself. (This may sound like a non sequitur, but hang with me.) I know there’s a lot of crossover between Gorillaz fans and MSI fans due to Jamie’s artwork, but I have this wee young teen memory of an interview with the band, and Stu (and Murdoc) always remind me of an answer from Jimmy: “Would you say that you’re an artist?” “Will it get me laid? Then yes, I am an artiste.” Stu certainly has passions, but I’d say they become a lot more pronounced around women because he reckons that’s dead impressive, right, real tall charming guy who’s in a band and knows about movies and football and weather patterns. He’s got layers, y’know. When Clint Eastwood and later Feel Good hits and Stu starts dating real celebrities it’s definitely nice, but I think it props his ego up even more to go back to the funfair and chat up girls on the dodgems. At the end of the day, I think Stu likes being a big fish in a small pond… but he doesn’t mind having the extra “by the way, I’m the singer in Gorillaz” card in his pocket to flex with.

#sorry if this sort of devolved off the point! just talking stu n the ladiez #headcanon posts #Anonymous #sorta nsft #just a touch. just a bit.

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singledarkshade · 5 years

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Not The Same

Summary: “Gideon. We’ve found Rip.” “That was not Captain Hunter.” Author’s Note: Another random Dr Who/Legends of Tomorrow crossover, written basically again for one line. Enjoy. ********************************************* With the echo of his wife fearfully calling his name in his ears, Rory Williams slammed into the ground and groaned in pain. Taking a moment, he checked he hadn’t broken anything. Slowly he sat up, waiting for the spinning in his head to stop before he looked around to see a completely different landscape than before. With a sigh he pulled his phone out his pocket to call the TARDIS. Rory grimaced seeing the cracked screen and hoped it was the only part of it broken.

“Are you okay?” a voice came from nearby. It was a man and sounded American but, considering the TARDIS translation circuit, that didn’t mean much.

A shadow covered him, Rory turned looking up to see three men, one bald, one with brown hair and the other with black hair and four women, two blondes and two brunettes standing over him. Shock covered several of their faces.

“Rip?” the petite blonde woman at the front of the group demanded.

Confused Rory looked around to see who she was addressing, before he stood slowly to face the group staring at him, “Are you talking to me?”

The blonde rolled her eyes, “Who else would I be talking to? Rip, how are you here? How did you survive?”

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” Rory said.

The three men looked at one another and nodded, “Phil.”

“What?” the other three women asked.

“He’s Phil again,” the tall man with black hair said as though that answered every question.

Rory stared at him getting even more confused and wondering if they could go back to the beginning of the conversation since he seemed to have missed half of it, “What?”

“The accent is wrong,” the blonde who appeared to be in charge noted, “So, you’re not doing Phil. Stop the games, Rip. I’m not playing.”

Rory grimaced, “My name is not Rip, my name is not Phil and I have no idea who any of you are.”

The woman folded her arms and looked up at him with barely concealed annoyance, “So, who are you?”

“Rory,” he said.

A snort of laughter came from the large bald man at the back of the group, “I’m flattered.”

“Could this be real?” the other blonde asked the first, “Could Rip really not know who he is?”

The first blonde looked at him again, annoying Rory that he still had no idea who these people were and none of them were talking to him.

“It’s possible,” she said, “Because it’s happened before but honestly, I doubt it. Especially using such an obviously fake name.”

Before Rory could say anything else a yell came from behind him and the blonde in charge swore.

“Looks like our heist has been discovered,” she said, pulling out two batons as they were rushed by several men all with swords.

The switch in Rory’s head flipped and the Centurion, he kept hidden in the back of his mind, was released. Without thought Rory quickly disarmed the man who came at him, taking up the sword and fighting with the ease of the trained soldier part of him was.

Almost as fast as it had begun, the fight ended, and Rory closed his eyes pushing back that part of him into the box in his mind.

Taking a breath to steady himself he heard the blonde, who was in charge of the group snap, “You manipulative son of a bitch.”

Sara gripped her sword as she glared at Rip. She had almost believed him, almost thought that he’d had his memory changed again by the time core but as usual he had lied.

“Nate,” she ordered, “Grab him.”

Before Rip could do anything, Nate had a hold of his arms and changed form to keep him in place.

“Hey,” Rip snapped still using his fake accent, wincing when he couldn’t release himself.

Sara turned to him, “This time Rip, I’m not taking a chance so we’re putting you somewhere you can’t make any trouble.”

As Nate marched the protesting man towards the Waverider, Sara touched her comm as she walked just behind them.

“Gideon,” she called, “We’ve found Rip.”

There was silence on the other end for several moments before Gideon asked, “You found him?”

The raw emotion in the former AI’s voice made Sara wince. She knew how much Gideon cared about the previous captain of the ship and, now she was human, might not follow Sara’s orders the way she had as an AI. Especially when it came to ensuring he was locked up while on board so he couldn’t do anything to the ship.

“Nate is bringing him, and he is to be placed in the brig,” Sara told her before adding quickly, “It’s for protection only since he’s claiming not to be him again."

As they reached the Waverider, the cargo bay doors opened and they trooped in, Nate keeping the now silent Rip moving. They started along the corridor towards the brig and Gideon appeared suddenly. She stopped and frowned confused, looking past them not acknowledging Rip or blocking them taking him to the brig.

“Make sure you search him for anything he can use to try and escape,” Sara called after Nate, before she turned to Gideon who was waiting expectantly.

“Where is he?”

Sara stared at her confused, “What?”

“Captain Hunter,” Gideon explained, “You said you found him.”

Even more bemused, Sara replied, “Nate just took him to the brig.”

Gideon shook her head, “That was not Captain Hunter.”

“Of course it was,” Sara said, “Gideon, I know what Rip looks like.”

The stubborn expression Sara had recently come to know very well covered Gideon’s face, “As do I and I am telling you that whoever that man is, he is not Rip Hunter. He looks nothing like him.”

Sara shook her head sadly, “He doesn’t deserve your loyalty, Gideon. Once Nate has him sorted then we’re heading home so you should get to the bridge for the jump.”

Gideon nodded before she turned and walked away.

Sara let out a long sigh, it had been one of those days.

*********************************************

Sara looked at the phone, keys, small torch, what appeared to be a first aid kit of some kind and handful of strange looking coins sitting on the desk in the parlour that they’d taken from Rip.

“Is this all he had on him?” she asked.

Nate nodded.

Picking up the phone, Sara pressed the button at the side and frowned in thought when she saw the picture of a red-haired woman, gangly brown-haired man and Rip appear on the front. All three were grinning stupidly in a way Sara had never seen from Rip.

“It looks like he’s made some friends since we last saw him,” Sara mused before letting out an amused chuckle, “Wonder how he screwed them over.”

Nate laughed softly as Sara looked at the keys.

“How long till we get home?” Nate asked, “And we can get him off the ship. Just in case.”

“There is a misalignment within the engines that need recalibrated before we can leave the timestream,” Gideon explained as she appeared, “The repairs will take about three hours.”

Sara grimaced, she wanted to get home, but Gideon knew the ship best.

“Okay,” Sara nodded, “Then I am going to have a shower. Everyone back on the bridge in three hours.”

Gideon set up the repair programme for the engines before she slipped through the corridors to the brig. Ensuring no one would see her Gideon walked into the room and studied the man sitting there.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The man let out a snort, “Why should I tell you, since no one else has listened to me?”

“I know that you are not Rip Hunter,” Gideon told him.

He stared at her, “So why do they think I am?”

“Because they only see the similarities,” Gideon explained, “I know him better. Your eyes are a different shade, your face is rounder than his, you have completely different posture and you do not have the scar he has just beneath his right ear.”

The man took this in a for a moment before saying, “My name is Rory Williams.”

“Hello, Rory Williams,” she gave him a small smile, “I am Gideon.”

Rory took a deep breath, “Okay, if you know I’m not this Rip guy, can’t you tell the others.”

“I have. They do not believe me,” Gideon replied sadly, “They believe my loyalty to him means I have lied.”

“I’ve a feeling there is a long story there,” Rory noted.

At his wry reply Gideon nodded.

“What happened to him?” Rory asked softly.

Sadness filled her and she sighed, “There was a time demon released but the team did not know how to use the weapon they had to defeat it. My Captain took the core for the time drive and used it to give the people on this ship the chance to defeat it.”

“Do you think he’s still alive somewhere?” Rory asked.

Gideon nodded, “Yes. It may be silly, but he has a habit of defeating the odds and coming home to me.”

“Hold on,” Rory said, “This guy sacrificed his life and the first thing they do when they think he’s still alive is stick him in a cell for not admitting who they think he is?”

“Captain Hunter and Captain Lance tended to rub each other the wrong way.” Gideon shrugged, “They were friends once, but things happened that put them on the opposite end of the same side.”

Rory frowned, “I’m sorry you lost your friend. I wish I could help you, Gideon but I think I’m even more useless than I normally would be.”

“You’re a good man, Mr Williams,” Gideon said softly.

He shrugged.

“I wish I could do something to help you,” she told him.

“Get me my phone and I can call the Doctor to come get me,” Rory said.

Gideon tilted her head in thought, “The Doctor?”

“My wife and I travel with him, he has a time machine,” Rory explained, “It’s a bit complicated.”

Gideon chuckled softly, “This is a time-ship and I was the Artificial Intelligence that ran it until two months ago when an accident turned me human.”

Rory stared at her, “Okay,” he said, unable to resist adding, “I spent almost two thousand years as a plastic Centurion.”

She smiled giving a soft laugh, “I have a feeling we could spend several hours discussing the strange things about our lives, but we only have a short time before we return to the crew’s time. I don’t know what will happen when we get there.”

Rory frowned.

“All I need to get is your phone?” Gideon asked.

He nodded before adding, “But if you can get my house keys back too that would be helpful.”

“Then I will be back soon,” she promised.

“Gideon,” Rory called to her, “Don’t do anything that will put you in danger.”

She smiled slightly, and the lights dimmed around them, “You do not have to worry. I am in full control of the ship and they have no power over me. Not anymore.”

Rory sat in the cell he was in wondering why these things always happened to him. Amy wouldn’t have ended up in the prison cell, she’d be flying the ship back to the TARDIS.

He smiled slightly as he imagined her just walking onto the bridge, brushing everyone aside to get back to him and the Doctor.

Rory felt for Gideon. It was clear she cared deeply for the man he resembled, but she also cared for the people on the ship who apparently would chuck the guy in prison the moment he appeared. It obviously split her loyalty and made things uncomfortable for her.

“So,” the voice of blonde who was in charge made Rory turn to see her walking in, “Are you going to stop this nonsense, Rip? Stop pretending you’re not you.”

He let out an annoyed sigh, “I’m getting really sick of this. My name is Rory Williams, I am a nurse and I have no idea who this guy Rip is.”

She sighed in annoyance, “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Rory let out another long sigh, “You live in a ship that travels through time, you know a woman who used to be an AI but you can’t accept the fact that I might just look like someone you know.”

“I knew it,” she crowed, “You know Gideon was an AI.”

“Because she told me,” Rory snapped annoyed, he took a breath and forced the Centurion to stay in his box, “Listen to what I’m saying and not what you want to hear.”

“If you’re simply a nurse?” she said, Rory not missing the derision in her voice at the word nurse, “How did you use a sword like that?”

Rory shrugged before replying, “I took lessons for fun.”

“You know,” she said, “There are times I almost believe you and then you just can’t stop being yourself, Rip.”

With another annoyed sigh, Rory sat down and folded his arms, “You know what, I’ve had enough of this. I’m not talking to you anymore because you’re not listening to a word I say.”

“Don’t worry, Rip,” she said, “Once we get home then you’re off the ship for good and I won’t be anywhere near you to not listen.”

With a toss of her hair she left the room and Rory realised he still had absolutely no idea who she was.

Gideon slid into the parlour and, after pocketing the keys, lifted the phone belonging to their guest. Touching the button, she smiled at the picture on the front. She assumed the red-haired woman was Rory’s wife and the other man was the time travelling Doctor.

The three of them looked so happy that Gideon couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Starting off the bridge again, Gideon slipped past Nathaniel and Raymond talking in the library. They were discussing Rip and Gideon walked away before she heard too much. Even though Raymond was defending her Captain from some of blame Nathaniel was laying at his feet.

Gideon had never liked hearing people disparage Rip, he was so dear to her, and in this form she found it wasn’t easy to school her emotions as it once was.

Reaching the brig once more she spotted Sara leave and frowned worriedly. Waiting until the other woman turned the corner Gideon walked inside and found her new friend sitting looking annoyed.

“Here,” she unlocked the cell and handed him his phone.

“Thank you, Gideon,” Rory said softly, he was about to make his call but stopped turning back to her, “You said you think Rip is alive. We could ask the Doctor if he can help find Rip for you.”

“Do you think he can?” she asked, desperately wishing it to be true.

Rory shrugged, “I think so. He can be brilliant on the days he’s not being mad, although sometimes even those days too.”

Gideon laughed, “If he can help, I would appreciate it.”

Rory nodded and hit the button to call his wife.

Gideon gasped as felt the intrusion through her shields of the most powerful vessel she’d ever sensed before she blinked in surprise when a blue box appeared before her. It was not what she’d expected to see. The door opened and the red head ran out directly into Rory’s arms hugging him tightly.

The tall man followed, the Doctor, who smiled at the couple before grabbing Rory in a hug the moment his wife let him go.

“What have I told you about going near wormholes?” the Doctor playfully cuffed Rory’s shoulder.

“In my defence,” Rory chuckled, “I got to make a new friend.”

“Speaking of,” the woman turned to Gideon questioningly.

Rory smiled, “Amy, Doctor, this is Gideon.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” the Doctor grinned at her as Amy nodded with a smile, still holding onto Rory’s hand.

“And you both,” Gideon smiled sweetly, “However, Sara is coming towards this room, so I suggest that you leave now.”

“Sara?” Rory asked, “By any chance the blonde who is in charge?”

Gideon nodded.

“We need to go,” Rory said, “Gideon, come with us for now and see if the Doctor can find your friend.” At her hesitation, Rory let go of Amy and took Gideon’s hands in his, “It’s a chance, Gideon to maybe save someone I can tell you love.”

The small thread of hope he offered was something Gideon wanted to grab. She missed Rip more than anyone knew, it felt like part of her was missing.

“Trust me,” Amy suddenly appeared at Rory’s side, “If there is the smallest chance of getting him back,” she glanced at her husband, “Don’t let it go.”

Gideon nodded and followed them into their strange box. The moment she stepped inside the presence almost knocked her off her feet.

Rory caught her, “Are you okay?”

Unable to explain what she was feeling, Gideon nodded. The door closed behind her and suddenly they were moving.

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Rory smiled as Amy gripped him tightly, relieved that they were back together. It felt sometimes that the universe wanted to separate them, but they always found one another.

When she finally let him go, Rory turned to check on Gideon who was sitting on the chair staring at the main console seemingly in a trance.

“Rory,” the Doctor appeared at his side, “Do you want to tell me what I’m helping our guest with?”

Quickly, Rory gave him the rundown of what had happened after his little accident. He felt Amy tighten her hold on his hand while he told them everything.

“Well that explains her connection to the TARDIS,” the Doctor mused, he patted Rory’s shoulder, “I’ll see what I can do to help.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Rory smiled at him before he squeezed Amy’s hand and moved to Gideon’s side.

Crouching down beside the petite former AI, Rory gently touched her hand concerned to see her eyes filled with tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked concerned.

Gideon shook her head, “The TARDIS has agreed to help me find Rip. It feels that I may have a chance.”

Without a word Rory pulled her into a tight hug, stroking her back soothingly until she composed herself again.

“Alright,” the Doctor said bouncing over, “Give me the full details of what happened to your friend.”

Gideon had not expected the ship her new friend to travel on to be alive in this way. The TARDIS herself instantly connected with Gideon, sympathising and consoling the loss Gideon had suffered.

She felt the love the TARDIS had for the three people she carried within her walls. The Doctor was the TARDIS version of Gideon’s Captain, who had stolen the ship and loved her. Amy was the fiery one while Rory the pretty one, names that described their spirits, how the TARDIS saw them.

Rory held her hand as she explained what Rip had done the day he faced Mallus, while the Doctor mused thoughtfully.

“What is the Courier you talked about?” Amy asked suddenly as she leaned near the Doctor.

“It is a device Rip helped create to open a portal through time and space,” Gideon explained, “Unfortunately I was not able to activate it remotely to pull him out. I didn’t have the power because Rip took the time core to defeat Mallus.”

“So,” Rory said, “If we can activate the…Courier, then we can save him.”

Gideon waited as the Doctor thought it over. Finally, he nodded.

“It’ll take precise timing,” the Doctor told them, “If we are even a fraction of a second off then…”

“One chance only,” Gideon said softly, “Is better than none at all.”

They stood in silence for a moment before the Doctor spun and started hitting the controls, “Then let’s do this.”

Gideon held onto the railing as they were tossed around letting out a small gasp when they stopped, and she was thrown forward. Rory caught her arm and helped her regain her balance.

“Okay,” the Doctor shouted, “We’ll need to be camouflaged otherwise we might be seen and…you know that wouldn’t be good.”

“Do you remember the last time you made the TARDIS invisible?” Amy asked, amusement in her voice.

Rolling his eyes, the Doctor shrugged, “That’s unlikely to happen again.”

“Don’t ask,” Rory murmured from her side, “Doctor, where are we and what’s the plan?”

Turning on the monitor Gideon let out a gasp seeing her Captain leaving the Waverider with the time core to face Mallus. Rory wrapped an arm around her while Amy took her hand giving her strength to watch this moment again.

“Gideon,” the Doctor spoke up, “The TARDIS has all the information you gave her, we’ll do our best.”

She nodded, grateful to the couple who were holding onto her not saying a word just being with her, so she didn’t wait alone. Listening to Rip’s final words Gideon couldn’t watch anymore and turned away from the screen. Rory pulled her into a tight hug holding her as the Doctor bounced around, doing his best to comfort Gideon who knew that if this didn’t work then she had lost the man she loved forever.

“Activating Courier,” the Doctor called just before light filled the room.

The light faded and Gideon forced herself to look.

The light surrounding him faded and Rip frowned confused to find himself inside what he assumed was a ship. Disorientated, Rip tried to get his bearings stunned at the call from nearby.

“Captain!!”

Turning he stared as Gideon, a completely human Gideon, ran down the stairs towards him. He automatically caught her when she threw her arms around him.

“Gideon?” he breathed confused.

She pulled back and stroked his face, “I thought I had lost you.”

“Gideon?” he asked again.

Amused chuckles from near him and Rip glanced up to see three people watching him, one who looked very similar to him.

“Okay,” Rip stated, “Someone needs to explain to me what the hell is going on.”

Gideon took his hand and lead him through corridors in silence reaching a kitchen. Taking a seat, he listened as she told him everything that had happened since he left the ship.

When she fell silent Rip stood, he stared at her for a few seconds before wrapping her in his arms.

“I am so sorry,” Rip whispered, “I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry…”

“Stop,” Gideon cut him off, resting her hands on his cheeks, “You did what you had to in order to protect time and the team. I know that, I have always known that.”

Rip sighed before telling her, “I have missed you so much,” he gave her a small smile, “And you look beautiful.”

The sweet smile covered her face that she would always give whenever she entered his dreams.

“I promise,” he whispered, “That I will never leave again,” he shrugged, “Unless you want rid of me.”

Gideon laughed and hugged him again, “Never, Rip.”

*********************************************

Sara paced waiting for Ray to finish his scans.

Somehow Rip had escaped and abducted Gideon. Sara knew he’d taken her because Gideon didn’t leave the Waverider at all. She’d tried once when she became human but had a panic attack the moment she was outside the comforting confines of her ship.

“The strange signal just seems to have disappeared,” Ray told her, “I’ve no idea how to trace it.

“Damn him,” Sara snapped, “He always claimed to care about her but dragging her off the ship…”

“You know,” Ray said softly, “Gideon possibly went willingly,” he held up his hand at Sara’s disbelieving look, “You know she loves Rip. And him coming back after all this time, she’s now human, it’s conceivable she went with him.”

Before Sara could retort a strange wheezing sound filled the room and her hair began to blow in a wind that came from nowhere. Ray fell out his seat as a blue box began to appear before them.

“What the f…” Sara started cut off when the door opened and the tall man from Rip’s phone appeared.

He ducked back inside and called, “I told you I had it this time.”

Sara and Ray looked at each other confused but before they could ask Gideon stepped out the box and they stared seeing she was heavily pregnant.

“Gideon?” Sara gasped.

The former AI smiled at her, “It is good to see you both again. It has been some time.”

“It has?” Ray asked.

“About three years,” Rip’s voice preceded him leaving the box looking the same as he had when they first met and carrying a bag, followed by a woman with red hair holding hands with Rip’s doppelganger then finally the brown-haired gangly man reappeared.

Sara stared as Rip wrapped his arm around Gideon and she spotted they were wearing matching wedding rings.

“Does someone want to explain what the hell is going on?” Sara demanded.

Leaning against Rip, Gideon smiled, “Well…”

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The Devils Mistress

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader Warnings: Cursing. Pirate talk and mentions of pirate codes. Crackhead crossover nobody wanted Requests: Heyy! Ive stumbled across your blog and i LOVE your imagines. V creative. I was hoping i could request one where the reader and Pan are bffs and there's a huge battle (just not w the heroes plz i hate em) and they get separated, but they see each other for a short second, and they kiss, and go back to fighting. Idk this is oddly specific but ya, also u can add any prompt you see fit, and make it end however. Also badass reader. This is super longg sorry if im annoying. Love you and thank you sm❤ A/N: Ahhh I love pirates so much if you guys couldn’t tell from this and ‘Prince Charming’. If anyone wants some weird crackhead crossovers I’m always here for it.

“Bloody pirates.” Peter murmured to himself searching for his sword that he couldn't find anywhere.

“Everyone is ready captain.” You teased smiling at Peter crossing your arms over your chest,jumping slightly at the sound of your voice he turned around to face you.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” he said huffing going back to looking for his sword.

“Old habit.” You shrugged looking around the room that was a mess from Peter looking for his sword. Walking to the other side of the room you grabbed the sword and wiped it clean with your shirt and offered it to Peter.

“Let’s go fight some pi-” Peter said and was quickly interrupted by a boom of a canon going off in the distance. Disappearing you were left alone god you hated when he did his stupid magic trick of popping in and out of places. You ran towards camp with the rest of the boys your sword clinking against your side.

“Okay boys we have to take down these pirates no matter what.” Peter spoke to the boys as you strode towards them, they all leaned against their weapons unsure what the big deal was about these curtains pirates. They’ve all taken down pirates before without a fuss in fact you’ve all made a day of it.

Peter dismissed them to go to their posts, leaning against a tree you stayed to watch him as he passed around before following the boys close behind. As soon as everyone was out of sight you turned around and headed towards where you all usually sat around a fire and ate.

“Well if it isn’t Captain Jack Sparrow.” You said tapping his shoulder with the edge of your sword.

“Ah yes hello my dear.” He said standing up straight smiling widely at you with a bottle of rum clasped tightly in his hand. “Well my don’t you look uh- not old.” He said stumbling over his words trying to find the correct ones.

“Always so very charming.” You said dismissing his comment and walking away to join Peter and the boys. He followed you closely behind both of you making your way to the beach. “So I’m taking that you’re not the pirates we’re killing today.”

“No but I do know the ones that are and let me tell you darling they’re not easy to kill.” He said pointing at you with the tip of the bottle.

“That’s what every pirate says about their crew.”

“Trust me lass the un dead are not dying no matter what.” He said taking a swig out of his bottle. “That’s why I’ve come to offer my assistance.”

“And why would you do that?” He said side eye looking at him.

“Well I’m a noble man now and have come to save Elizabeth and Will Turner.” He smiled widely at you stumbling over a overgrown tree root.Looking at him rather ugly until he met your gaze he gave a loud and exaggerated sigh. “Okay they have my ship.” He said taking another swig of the bottle making his stench of rum grow stronger.

The both of you made your way towards the boat were you could already hear the clanging of swords and the bombing of canons.

“My ship!” Jack yelled running towards the ship, discarting his half empty bottle of rum and taking out his sword ready to fight. Your heart breath quickly the adrenaline filling your body as you ran to catch up to Jack making your ways to the ship.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw the skeleton people fight under the moonlight, your blood ran cold but adventure didn’t shake as you hesitantly started running once again.

The clanging of swords rang through the air, frustrated groans coming from the lost boys wanting nothing more than to end this once and for all but how could you kill someone that is already dead.

You lost view of Peter and you couldn’t see him anywhere in the fight. Shaking your head you came back to fighting the skeletons that tried killing the others and the lost boys.

You swing your sword at the neck of one of the skeletons, its head falling to the ground as the rest of the body scrambled to the ground to retrieve it. Kicking it off the boat you saw the body swing itself off deck to go after it.

Great one down 30 more to go.

You saw a glimpse of a fish net that laid almost under Peter, you recognized the material immediately. It was rope enchanted with anti magical entrapment used to capture sirens or other creatures that lurk the ocean. You ran to Peter before he could trigger the rope to go off but before you could pull him away he stepped onto it, bloody pirates, knowing he would do himself and nobody any good if he was left magicless you ran faster.

Grabbing him by his collar you pulled him for a kiss. It filled your body with a warm feeling you couldn’t help but acknowledge, your heart filled with a weird kind of joy that you couldn’t remember the last time you felt it.

“See you later pretty boy.” You smiled at him pushing him off the ship before the trap went off and you were hurled up in the air in a fishing net. Peter looked up at you soaking wet as you were trapped in the air looking down at him. Anger started filling inside of him, he started swimming towards the ship again trashing his arms as quickly as he could. His desperation almost made him forget he had powers, he felt so helpless in those brief moments of fogginess. Just as quickly as he was thrown into the water he was out of it, two feet on the ship once more.

Before you could scream out to him to leave and return to Neverland he laid out cold in the deck. The cheering captain and crew proud of themselves as they made their way further into Neverland searching for what they came for.

“Jack! Come back here you bloody coward!” You called out to the ship your face pressed against the ropes holding you up. The sunrise swept across the ship the skeletal faces turning to normal faces right in front of your eyes. You looked from the disappearing ship to Peter who was stirring awake on the deck.

Before you could yell anything to the ship the ropes above you cut and you were being hurled to the ground. You crashed into the hardwood deck pulling the rope off of you and crawling your way towards Peter but stopping yourself as soon as the ropes pooled around your feet.

“Shouldn’t you go see if your captain is still breathing lass?” Captain Barbossa said making his way towards you as you stood there glancing at Peter from the corner of your eye.

“He’s not the captain.” You dryly said clenching your jaw and staring up at Barbossa.

“Is that so? Well then who is.” He asked his eyes narrowed looking at you.

“Me.”

“You? A mere lass, not even old enough to be considered a wench.” He laughed his crew following pursuit.

“Yes I am.” You said rolling down your sleeve to show the small ‘P’ that was branded on your wrist. “He’s a stowaway that snuck into my ship go ahead check his weapons,ask him anything.” You said extending your arm towards Peter that was sitting up looking at the exchange that was happening in front of him.

Without words Barbossa went over to Peter and picked up his weapons that were at his feet, grabbing his sword he inspected it closely.

“Rust.” Barbossa said throwing the sword to Peters side. Reaching for your sword taking it out of its scabbard, you took it out and was greeted with half a dozen swords pointed at you. You held out the sword to Barbossa for him to inspect, without hesitation he grabbed it out of your hands and inspected it.

“You should be hanged for questioning my rank.” You said as he handed you back your clean sword.

“Aye my apologies Miss. What shall I call ye?”

“Y/N. Captain Y/N Y/L/N.” You said offering your hand out to shake, he promptly took it and shook it with a confused look in his face trying to remember your name and if he ever heard of it even if it was just in passing. “The Devil's mistress.” You said hesitantly always hating that name, well it depends on which definition of mistress they went on. His face said it all as the slap of realization hit him, he’s heard stories about you long ago and about your disappearance.

“Blow me down is it really!” A crew member called out from behind the captain craning his neck to look at you.

“No it can’t be she would be about 90 years old now and she’s but a lass.” The captain said looking at you curiously. His eyes searched yours for any sign of deceit and he didn’t know what to say when he didn’t find none.

You rolled up your sleeve to further reveal a tattoo of a shellback turtle, the north star which was Peter’s favorite and a tattoo of a mermaid with devil horns sticking out of her flowing hair. The devil mermaid was how every tale described you a siren that lured men to sea if you didn’t kill them first.

“Anyone could get those tattoos.” Another shipmate called out, reaching for your pocket you took out the flute from a bag you had slinged across your body. Everyone waited in anticipation as you played it, you focused your gaze on a crew mate and played on. The man’s vision grew hazy as he began to stumble his way towards the edge of the boat, and just before he had the chance of swinging his other leg over the fence you stopped playing.

“Well blime me. How do you look like that after 90 years.” The captain asked hungry for your anwer.

“A curse.”

“By whom? Why are you in this Island?” The captain asked as everyone even Peter was hanging on to every word you were saying. After all these years of knowing you you only ever mentioned being a pirate in passing to him never going into much detail.

“I was looking for Captain Hook. A fellow that sails the Jolly Roger he’s the one that put this curse on me making me look like I wouldn’t even be allowed to set foot as a cabin mate. I won’t ever sail the seas again without the fear of Davy Jones himself rising and dragging me down with him for all eternity.” You lied through your teeth. “He has a pending dance with Jack Ketch and I want to see to it personally that he does so.” You smiled at the captain, glancing briefly at Peter who was confused as to what exactly you were saying.

“I heard he has a new wench he’s in love with. Love makes pirates be ever so careless wouldn’t you say captain.” You smiled at him “Last time I saw him he had a ship full of rum and treasure, I’m not interested in all of that I just want his head and his lady friends.” You said offering your hand out to him to strike up a deal with him which he agreed with with a smile.

Getting off the ship with Peter you waved goodbye to the ship, turning away and walking back to camp Peter walking closely behind you.

“Wait! The Devil's mistress?” He questioned running in front of you walking backwards to look at you.

“Yea means the devil's wife or the devil's lover depends on the story.” You said rolling your eyes and walking past him.

“Well just my luck everyone calls me the devil!” Peter shouted after you, you couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face.

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