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cheesus-doodles · 9 months

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Star-Crossed by Choice: Chapter 2

Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling

Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover

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Home. It used to mean something to you - you still vaguely recalled a warm, loving house back in the quiet backwoods of Postwick, a place to which you could once retreat away from the world. Somewhere where the weight of expectations on your shoulders didn’t exist, where there were no prying eyes watching your every move, waiting to pounce on a moment of weakness. Somewhere you felt safe, where the creak of a door opening didn’t send you straight into a panic attack. The word had lost all meaning to you after Raihan and Leon, no matter how much the two tried to convince you that you had one with them.

No, you didn’t have a home, was the sole thought that raced through your head again and again, almost as if a desperate prayer to uncaring higher beings. But it didn't matter what you thought or what you felt, even if your voice worked like everyone else’s. Raihan’s question had been entirely rhetorical as they always were, and no one knew that better than you.

Yet even outside of your turbulent thoughts spiraling out of your control in your mind, the panic was taking a physical toll on your body. Every breath you took felt heavier and heavier, and you started to heave under the pressure - it was too much. Everything was too much. The noise, the eyes, their eyes; your world was collapsing around you. Your ears throbbed, the bustle of the growing crowd, eager for a taste of excitement in the usually sleepy town, mixing and mashing into a white noise over which you could only hear the pounding of your heart. The pressure of gazes, uncaring and distant and hungry for nothing more than the entertainment you provided. Your chest tightened. You couldn’t breathe.

There was nowhere left for you to go except back to a past you couldn’t run from.

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Nemona glanced back at you worriedly. For all the months that she had known you, spent together both in and outside of classes, she had never once seen you in such a wretched state. Your chest heaving with the exertion of taking a simple breath, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you weren’t reacting well to the arrival of the two men for reasons that were currently beyond her. The healthy flush of color that graced your skin just a few minutes previously throughout the course of dinner had now faded, giving way to a shade of ashen gray that she had only previously seen on a Greavard.

A crunch of gravel, a single step in your direction, and the switch in the student council president’s attention was immediate, orange eyes whirling back forward to land on an unbothered Raihan, the man not looking the slightest bit concerned despite your paling complexion. Of course it was a shock to learn more about your past, and there was still too much she didn’t know, but now was definitely not the time to pry for answers. “Don’t come any closer,” the Champion-ranked trainer warned, finally retrieving one of six Pokeballs hanging from her belt and tossing it to the ground. She would not stand for any further boundaries being crossed - and if it took a defeat in battle to have these two leave, then so be it. With a guttural cry, Pawmot materialized and seemingly grasping the situation at hand, instantly put itself between its trainer and Raihan, both paws raised.

The uproar of the crowd faded away, giving way to nervous glances shot between bystanders as they realized what was unfolding, the town once more returning to an uncomfortable silence: a battle right here? In the middle of town? This was way too close for comfort for both watchers and the buildings around, and Nemona was well aware. Any missed or misdirected attacks could easily cause untold levels of hurt and damage, but did she really have any other choice?

Yet despite having her Pawmot out, neither Raihan nor Leon seemed the slightest bit phased, simply opting to ignore her issued challenge, though the purple-haired former champion at least paused to glimpse at the newly introduced Pokemon. Pawmot soon lost its aggressive posturing, turning to look at its trainer confused: without an opponent to fight, what now? But neither Nemona nor the silent world had any answer, and the agonizing tranquility only continued. Without the usual rustle of flags or the shifting of dirt beneath their feet, every second seemed to stretch into eternity, and all those orange eyes could do was watch the Dragon Gym leader stroll closer with every stride, his eyes fixed solely on you, the rocks stumbling and tossing behind his feet an ominous foreboding of what was to come.

It took but a single heartbeat for everything to turn on its head. Taking her eyes off the approaching man for a moment to check on you was enough for Raihan to breeze past her outstretched arm. “Wha-” Whirling around only to be faced with the sight of his back, the sudden change left Nemona reeling back at the surprising speed, and she unconsciously staggered back a step. What had just happened? But despite her worries, all the prohibitively tall man did was sweep you straight into a hug, letting out the breath that he had been holding as he ran one hand through your hair, pressing your face firmly yet ever so caringly into his hoodie as if to hide you away from the world - the plain relief washing over his expression a far cry from the previous sharpness of his gaze.

Then those crystal blue eyes turned on her, and for that instant, Nemona felt like she was staring straight into the wild eyes of a Salamence. “Aww come on, what kind of fun is that?” Raihan broke into a full grin, letting out a chuckle as he reached out to playfully poke Nemona in the shoulder, the ferocious look disappearing as if it had never been there. The heavy tension that had blanketed the area lifted, and as if on cue, the wind started up once more, a refreshing gale that brought a breath of fresh air down from the mountains and through the dusty streets. “Don’t look so serious, it’s not a good look to have ya know.”

Leon chuckled, his posture visibly relaxing as he ran one hand through his purple locks. Shaking his head fondly as he rested one hand on his hip, the former champion turned to the quiet crowd. “Sorry about that, folks. Didn’t mean to disturb you in the middle of your lovely evening.”

A pause, the uneasy mob glancing around at each other briefly before the mumbles started up.

“I’ve been to Galar and I still have your league card, Leon! Could I get your signature please?” Someone called out from the midst of the people, and whatever was left of the serious situation evaporated into the rapidly darkening sky, the gathered mass slowly but surely dispersing of their own accord. Nemosa was left, standing alone and staring stunned at what had unfurled in front of her. What on Arceus’ green earth was going on?

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You looked so small next to him, Raihan mused, watching your hair parting and falling back into place as his fingers ran through. Then again, you always had looked tiny next to his lean, lanky form, even more so when you didn't have all this fabric covering you up. Looping his arm under yours to better support your limp figure against his own, the sight of your eyes dilated and trembling was enough to bring a sense of adoration rushing through his system, his heart soaring - it was you. Against all odds, it really was you. His little lover, his precious gem. He had found you again. The last of the sun rays danced across the orange sky as the sun sank beneath the horizon, the pastel colored clouds a fleeting memory of an eventful day, to which the tanned man let out a hum, turning his face up to bathe in the dying light. It truly had been a beautiful day; the same kind of gorgeous dusk it had been when Leon had been toppled from his throne by a little dark horse, the same kind of looming night when Raihan had first brought you home with him. Today would be a new memory made, he supposed.

A slight twitch, and his attention was back down and focused on you once more, watching as you begin to stir awake from the little vacation you took from reality and from him. Releasing the hand he had resting on the back of your head, the Galar gym leader allowed you to pull away from ever so slightly, your disorientation reminding him of the moments right after you awoke. “Are you alright?” Came his quiet whisper, long slender fingers moving to fiddle with your earlobe, though the gleeful grin plastered across his face told a different story, a glimpse into his unspoken thoughts. “Crowd’s gone now.”

But much to his chagrin, it seemed that his voice alone wasn’t enough to have you return fully to reality, and you simply nodded along with whatever Raihan was saying without acknowledging that it was him, the confusion still clear in your doe eyes; he had no doubt had it been Leon, you would have already jerked straight to attention.

The ugly jealousy reared its head once more, those nagging little voices that he never had quite managed to suppress whispering from the back of his head, all agreeing with what Raihan had always suspected: that you preferred Leon over him. The same emotion had once driven him to strive so hard to beat the unbeatable Champion flared up, stirring in his chest, yet it was a feeling that was so unbecoming of a lover. All he craved was your attention, the return of the little gestures of love you once showed him : the plate of delicious curry you had offered when he chanced upon your camp in the Wild Area, the little sandwiches you packed to pass him when you visited the vault in Hammerlocke after his complaint about not having the time to grab a bite. To one day hear his name mumbled by those heavenly lips. Yet you only ever gave the time of day to Leon.

Raihan got to you first, fair and square. You were his. You were supposed to be only his. So why? Hasn’t he given enough? Didn’t he treat you right? Didn’t he care for you so much better than that bastard ever did? So why didn't you give him what he craved?

Downturned eyes narrowing, his grin falling slightly as that cursed mob of purple-haired popped into view from the corner of his eye, his arms tightening around you protectively. Oh how he hated his wretched rival. The one man he had to share your attention and affection with. The one man Raihan had never been able to beat. Yet it was you who put both of them in their places, a dark horse that took Galar by storm. And it was truly unfortunate that without either’s cooperation, neither would have been able to have you within their grasp once more.

His patience with your lack of reaction had worn out. A single light tug of the strap of your backpack had you reacting instantly, and the toothy grin was once more back on Raihan’s face as your back stiffened along with the rest of your figure when you finally realized the predicament you were in. That was more like it. “Welcome back, lil champ. You had your little friend all flustered and worried, you know?”

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Leon jogged over to the trio left standing in the middle of the road right as you stirred back to life. It had taken a good while to clear off the masses, though nowhere as long as it usually took back in Galar. He didn’t usually mind the fame and adoring fans; they did come in useful from time to time, but this was one of those times that the usually friendly man had to physically bite down his frustration and his unusually short-fused temper. After all, you were right there.

The sun to his Earth, just a stone’s throw away, the light that brightened his life and gave him a reason to keep going. Months of worry, thinking about you, wondering what you were up to away from him, fretting if you were safe out in the dangerous world all alone. The dread he had to endure night after night without knowing where you were, without you in his arms, having to trudge on with his duties to the people of Galar directionless in the lonely darkness. It had been absolute hell, and being forced to watch Raihan plastering his filthy hands all over you from a distance while he worked - Leon wasn’t sure how long more he was going to last.

The Dragon Gym Leader had always been his rival long before you had ever stepped foot near the Gym Challenge, and Leon had always welcomed the challenge - Raihan by and large had been the only person who could force him to his last Pokemon, his partner Charizard. Being unbeatable was boring, and having strong rivals to battle at the end of the Champion’s Cup had been what the purple-haired man looked forward to the most. Yet now, all Raihan was was an eyesore and a pain - an irritant in what could be a smooth-sailing life where Leon had you all to himself. After all, he was the one that saw your potential first, the first friendly face that had guided you along your journey into the world of Pokemon battles, the sole anchor in your life who had been watching out for you since the beginning.

There used to be nothing that Leon chased more than the high of battle - the pure exhilaration, the adrenaline rush of being pushed to the edge. There was nothing more addictive. Being Champion was all well and good, but with no one capable of beating him, the thrill died off quicker and quicker each time the Champion Cup ended with him and Raihan; it was no fun to know your opponent never stood a chance. Yet the first time you had lifted that shy gaze to meet his in a Pokemon battle, the hair on the back of his neck instantly stood on end. The intensity that raged through your eyes, it wasn’t anything he had seen in a while, your potential, breathtaking. And his hunch had been right, Leon overcame with tears when he was finally defeated, his heart beating out of his chest.

It had always been you. You were all he craved. You, the only one to see through the celebrity Champion persona he wore like a second skin, to offer your smile to him as if he was just another person. The only one at the end of the tunnel. The purple-haired man had never asked for much in return for his devotion: just to know your voice as well as his little ungrateful brother Hop did, to earn your love like he earned his badges and scars, to be pampered once more.

So why Raihan? Why did you give two shits what he wanted? Why did you always pick him over Leon? What did you see in that constant loser that the unbeatable Champion lacked?

No doubt you would be made to pay for your sins once Leon had you back where he could have you, body and mind, all to himself. But for now, his work was far from done, the usual celebrity smile still pulling at his lips as his steps came to a slowing stop near the self-proclaimed “Champion-ranked trainer”, whatever that was supposed to mean; even after the last fan had left, sated with the newest selfie and signature they obtained of the formerly unbeatable Galar Champion to add to their collection, there was still one more obstacle standing between you and him to deal with.

He couldn’t quite afford to drop his public persona just yet - it would be idiotic to show such a…personal side of himself that he reserved only for you to anyone else, and so he persevered. “Nemona, was it? Leon.” Sticking out his hand, Leon relaxed his face muscles as much as he could, though it was clear to you that his deceptively friendly eyes held anything but disdain for the other behind the cover. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

Your new friend simply let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a snort of disbelief and a whine of confusion, though she still took the offered hand in a firm shake.

The town had returned to a peaceful normalcy, the streets once more emptying as the night grew late, dim lights spilling out from between the shutters of closed windows and from tired streetlamps just barely illuminating the cobblestone paths. The dropping temperature only brought with it colder winds that swept down from the surrounding mountains, the dust being kicked up and blown about in every direction a mild irritant to the souls still braving the worn roads.

Reaching into his pocket, your flinching at the usually innocent gesture that Leon caught from the corner of his eye drew a genuine grin out of him, though all the purple-haired man retrieved from his pocket this time was one of many copies of his league card. “I know this is not Galar, but would you like my league card?”

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Regret. That single emotion was all you could feel in the moment, bile rising at the back of your throat and flooding the cavity of your chest, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. They were here, Leon and Raihan. They had found you. You shouldn’t have given it your all to win. You never should have caved to Hop’s persistence to join the Gym Challenge as his rival. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet Leon.

After all the risks, all the heartache, all the effort it had taken for you to steal away, to break free; you were back at square one again. Right back in their grasp.

The frigid wind tearing through Cortondo, the same gale you had once enjoyed as it teased your hair and whispered unknowable secrets in your ear, felt especially uncaring this night, you noted bitterly, your gaze still turned downwards the ground, hot tears trailing painful paths down reddened cheeks, your limp body simply propped up against Raihan’s. Dully noting that Nemona’s continued presence despite her current distraction courtesy of Leon, you could only wonder what outcome your friend was hoping for by sticking around. You didn’t want to see her hurt - not the first friend that you had in a long while that you had found your voice to speak to. And if you could still speak, you were sure that you would have told her to run. That these two men were dangerous, that they shouldn’t be trusted, that she should just leave you and save herself. Alas in the presence of your worst nightmares, even your own voice seemed to have abandoned you.

“Your fans have been all worked up about you, lil champ,” Raihan’s Rotom phone popped out from the pocket of his pants, the screen flashing as he navigated to his social media page. A quick scroll to the latest post some five months ago was all it took to reveal the hundreds of questions and concerns that had poured in day and night. “Look how worried they are.” Strangers who knew you only by the images and videos of the life you lived on the platform flooding both the comment section and the Galar gym leader’s direct messages, clamoring for news on the popular gym leader and of course you, their beloved Champion: older comments enquiring the unusual silence of the account and the lack of posts, and newer ones simply wishing both you and Raihan well.

But you knew it was just pretense - what they were truly missing was the entertainment that was your life. The constant stream of posts, the tantalizing updates of the ongoings of your life carefully curated by the influencer and massively popular gym leader. Your “fans” never cared for you any further than the entertainment that you brought; they never did. All you were to them was a break from their boring reality at the cost of your own. “Come on, let’s take a selfie!”

Resisting the command, your attempt to pull away was for naught. He knew you hated it, being in the spotlight of any kind. You had never been one for the limelight, preferring to pass unnoticed, but all the more he was going to make you do it. It was a punishment for defying him, for denying him - that sharp gaze and sharper mind definitely picked up on the few words you had managed to mutter to Nemona earlier. And it was just the beginning. Yet standing no chance against his strength, Raihan pinned you into place, his Rotom getting into that all too-familiar position, ready for a new post, a new update to your adoring fans eager to hear about their Champion. “Smile!”

How could you explain that the all-star life that you lived wasn’t what it looked like? That your every move was controlled as if you were nothing more than a doll on strings, destined to be paraded around as if a trophy and passed between the two puppet masters that ruled every second of your life? The punishments that awaited not only you but your friends and your beloved Pokemon if you disobeyed, the constant new marks and bruises that littered every inch of your skin as Raihan and Leon fought for ownership, both seeking to mark you with the hope the other would back off? No, you knew the answer long before you tried to get help - no one would believe you. Not over Raihan, and certainly not over Leon.

You couldn’t. You tried, the corner of your mouth shaking with the effort as the muscles tried to haul themselves upwards. But you couldn’t, your lips refusing to pull up into even a painful grimace, instead slacking and giving way from the trembles. The flashes of the hellish life under the two men that you had left behind in Galar, long repressed memories that haunted you on bad nights roaring straight back to the front of your mind; you thought you would have found confidence as a Champion. You thought you would have found your voice. All you found at the end of the tunnel were a waiting pair of dragon and lion.

Raihan’s signature lazy, toothy grin dropped entirely from his face, the weight of his glare on you as heavy as his tone. “I said, smile.”

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A shrill cry was the sole warning they received, your Cinderace burst forth from its ball unprompted in response to your distress reaching its limits, forcing Raihan to release you from his grasp as it materialized between you and him. Fortunately for you, the crowd had long dissipated, tired souls having retreated to the safety and comfort of their homes - the spectacle would have only been bigger with the appearance of a non-native Pokemon like Cinderace on the streets of Cortondo of all places. Without the support of tanned arms, you slumped to the ground, the distinct clank of metal ringing out through lifeless streets as the bottom of your bag impacted the stone-lined streets beneath, the familiar sound drawing Leon's attention as well: more Pokeballs. You had more of your Pokemon on you.

The remnants of Raihan’s public mask shattered.

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cryonme · 2 years

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

—Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

—summary: you lose your temper at a party and expect Conrad to be mad, but instead he breaks down.

—word count: 1.3k

—tw: fight, mentions of abuse, men(🤢), panic attack, swearing

—a/n: had this in my drafts along with complex so I thought why not give the hotties a double update, huh? also, if you read ocean eyes, keep ur eye out for a teeeeensy crossover.

Conrad’s hands were shaking as he drove you home, his car blanketed in the dark of the night as he tried his best to grip the steering wheel so he could just stop fucking shaking.

You sat in the passenger’s seat, biting your nails. Your heart was in the pit of your stomach, being swallowed whole by the acid and you were sure you could vomit. The thought of Conrad ever being mad at you made you sick.

It wasn’t like you went around the house party looking for a fight, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were excited for the party, to take a couple shots, dance with your friends, take mirror selfies with girls you just met and makeout with your boyfriend in a corner. But, the night had other plans for you.

Lexi and Olivia. The pair of best friends that had shot their shots with your boyfriend and his brother last summer, back when you were “just friends”. They had some weird fantasy about dating brothers and marrying into the same family, and were livid when they were both shot down. Ever since then, you and Jeremiah’s boyfriend, Hayden, endured the stink eye from the two girls. Not that you cared much, as long as they were smart enough to keep your family’s name out of their mouth.

Spoiler, they weren’t.

You had been walking to the bathroom, Belly behind you with her hand clasped tightly in yours when you overheard them saying nasty things about the brothers as they giggled with a couple boys you didn’t recognize. You stopped dead and your tracks and narrowed your eyes, your presence still unknown to them.

“No.” Belly said, trying and failing to pull you in the direction of the bathroom but you were firmly planted, staring down the two girls as they covered their mouths with laughter and rage boiled in your veins. Hell no.

You had no shame, walking right up to the girl who had been dumb enough to let your boyfriend’s name slip past her lips and shoving her.

She gasped as she spilled her drink on herself and you rolled your eyes.

“Learn to keep my boyfriend’s name out of your mouth.” You spat. And as you turned to walk away, your wrist was caught. The person dug into your skin so harshly you nearly whimpered, but instead you whipped your head around, eyes connecting with one of the unrecognized boys.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Conrad Fisher’s girlfriend, bitch.”

The boy pulled you closer, his grip on you harshening and you kept your tough face, but you were beginning to get scared. There weren't a whole lot of people near this section of the house, and the people who were occupying it only held their phones up, flashlights radiating the room. You prayed Belly had been smart and gone to get Conrad or Jeremiah.

“He needs to learn to keep you on a tighter leash.” The guy growled. You could feel his breath on your face and you whimpered as his grip tightened even more. He chuckled.

“Not so tough now, are you?

You were speechless. It was hard to be tough when your wrist was in the harsh grip of a man much larger than you, being slowly cornered into a wall. Becoming a man’s abuse fantasy come to life was fucking terrifying, and there was no tough face to put on anymore.

Thankfully, Jeremiah and Conrad had stepped in at just the right time, pulling the guy off of you and shoving him.

Conrad pinned the boy to the wall, his forearm slammed against his chest, locking him in.

“You so much as look at my girl again,” He paused, his chest heaving as he put more pressure into the boy’s chest, making him groan, “You’re gonna lose your fuckin’ eyeballs.”

He spit in the kid’s face before he let go and turned to you. He planted a hand on your jaw, chest heaving as he raked your body for any injuries other than your wrist, and when he hadn’t found any, he intertwined his free hand with yours and pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss to your forehead and ushering you to come with him.

He was mad at you, you were so sure he was mad at you. He looked so mad when he was talking to the guy that that’s all you could picture in your head, his anger.

Your fingers ached to slip through his shaking ones, to calm the tremors but you were afraid he’d get upset. So, you brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, careful not to put your wrist in too weird of a position.

Your outbursts weren’t anything new. In fact, they happened very frequently, but most of the time you were able to keep it under control until you were in private, usually doing breathing exercises with an ever so patient Conrad.

But you had lost it, completely lost your cool and embarrassed him. He wouldn’t even look at you, and you knew he was saving it for when you made it back to his house.

He gently put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition, his shaky hands losing control and dropping them near his feet.

“Fuck!” His voice rang in the car and you jumped, closing your eyes and holding a hand to your heart.

But when you opened your eyes you didn’t see anger. You didn’t see his nostrils flare or his jaw clench as he tried to keep his cool. You saw panic.

He was scared.

His hands were clenched and his eyes were wide, his knee bounced uncontrollably as he stared anywhere he could but you. He knew if he looked at you, saw your tear stained cheeks and the bruising around your wrist he’d lose it, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to break down in front of you when you were the one hurting.

“Conrad…”

His breaths were sharp as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to look at you.

You didn’t waste any time as you unbuckled your seatbelt, clambering over the center console and straddling your boyfriend, holding his face firmly in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m okay.” You assured him and he nodded, digging his fingers into your thighs.

“Say it.” You said, your voice achingly gentle but firm.

“You’re okay.” He responded and you nodded, wiping away the salty tears that began to slip from the corner of his eyes and kissing away the ones that made it down to his lips.

His hands had traveled to your waist, softly gripping at the skin as he let his forehead drop to your shoulder. He was still shaking.

“Baby.” You cooed and he let out a sob and you held on tighter, ignoring the throb in your wrist. His tears didn’t let up and your heart ached as he cried, suddenly feeling guilty for not holding his hand and soothing him earlier. “I’m right here.”

You swayed him lightly back and forth, tangling your fingers in his hair and leaving sweet kisses to the side of his head.

“I should’ve been there I-” He gasped for air. “I should’ve fucking been there.”

You shook your head, “No, no, don’t put this on yourself.”

“He was holding you so tightly and you- you looked so scared and I- fuck, I don’t-” He bagan to stutter, his anxiety and panic barring him from forming coherent sentences.

“It’s okay, my love. Breathe.” You said, your voice even and calm.

You had been scared out of your mind but as soon as you saw Conrad’s shaking frame, something snapped, and you were still, holding your boy in your arms.

Conrad eventually relaxed enough for you to take him inside and he fell asleep with his head resting on your stomach, his body situated in between your legs while watching a movie on the couch, your fingers tangled in his hair and you felt a weight release from your shoulders when you heard his deep breaths and soft snores, finally allowing yourself to close your eyes.

*screaming* I LOVE CHEESY ENDINGS

anyway. not tagging, i don’t think i’ll be doing a taglist anymore, only like 2% of my reblogs are from people on my taglist, and i don’t feel like going through all of the trouble for nothing, so🫶🏼 unless ur a moot who specifically asks to be tagged in a fic we’ve discussed, taglist is discontinued!

i still love u all tho xo

#conrad fisher fic rec #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty imagine #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp imagine #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty fanfic #conrad fisher fanfic #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher imagine #jeremiah fisher fanfic #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #steven conklin

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terrestrialnoob · 2 years

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Found Again

Long Lost Part 2

Danny Phantom x Batman Crossover. Damian and Danny Twins AU

Danny floated near the ceiling of his bedroom when Jazz opened the door.

“You didn’t come to dinner, so I brought you something,” she said, slightly lifting the tray of food she’d brought towards him.

Danny poked at one of the glowing stars stuck on his ceiling.

Jazz stood there for a moment then said, “I heard you got summoned today?”

Danny went a little ridged and glanced down at his sister.

She hummed then set the tray on what little clear space there was on top of his dresser. She walked over to his bed and bounced slightly as she plopped down onto it. “Sam and Tucker didn’t say anything about who or what summoned you, but they said you came back more mad than usual.”

Danny sighed and lowered himself onto his bed. There was a long silence; Danny could feel Jazz waiting but she was leaving it up to him to decide if this was the conversation he wanted to have.

“My brother and father summoned me.” Danny said softly.

Jazz’s eyes went wide, “Really? They wanted to talk to you?”

“No,” Danny spat bitterly, “They wanted help from the ghost king, they weren’t expecting me.”

“Oh,” Jazz took a deep breath and after a moment, prompted, “So, what happened?”

“Tyranys was in Gotham,” Danny started easily, “I don’t know why he was there and not here in Amity. I mean, there was something there that had a pretty strong pull, but not enough to bring something that big there.”

“And you’re a hero, so of course you helped,” Jazz said and Danny blushed slightly. “It doesn’t look like you got too hurt?”

“Tyranys of the Rage feeds of fear and anger, more so than a normal ghost does. I bet that’s part of the reason he went there. The thing that is there that does pull is very, very angry. And once there, he made more fear and anger, and got bigger and bigger, and even Batman couldn’t figure out how to handle him.”

“And then a real superhero showed up and kicked his butt!” Jazz laughed and Danny rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, there was some British guy who looked the way I do when I pull an all-nighter, who I think did the actual summoning. My brother and father just happened to be there, I think.”

“You’ve said they’re fighters,” Jazz said, knowing that Danny didn’t like talking about his birth family. “Were they also there to help with Tyranys?”

Danny nodded, “I think so, yeah.”

There was a beat of silence before Jazz asked, “So, how did it go?”

“Horrible!” Dany groaned, “Like, I don’t know what I was expecting! I already hate being summoned - I wasn’t even who they were trying to summon. They didn’t even say hello, they just tell the magician who summoned me my name! Then they tell me about Tyranys wrecking Gotham. I don’t get - Fucking anything! You know, I just – Look! I get that an apology is a lot to ask for from someone like Damian, but, I just… I couldn’t tell if he was sad or if he missed me or if… did- did he mourn me?”

Jazz gently pulled Danny into a hug. There was along silence before Jazz said, “I don’t know about anyone else, but I would mourn. If anything happened to you, I’d probably burn down the whole city. I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Danny laughed at her awkward meme, probably trying not to cry too. He pulled out of her hug and looked out the window at the city, “Well, we both know I’d destroy the entire world if something happened to you.”

Jazz smiled and sighed and another moment passed. “Do you want to talk to them?”

Danny over at her with a confused look on his face.

“It sounds like Tyranys didn’t really give you a chance to talk,” Jazz said. “If the city wasn’t being destroyed, they might have – had answers to some of your questions. I don’t know if they’d want to talk, but – I don’t know, is that something you’d want?”

Danny swallowed the lump that was gathering in his throat. “I don’t know either.”

Jazz hummed and nodded her head at no one, a habit she picked up from watching therapists on TV. “I remember when you first got here, it was impossible to get you to admit to anything. But now, you’ve grown. Better yet, you’ve matured. You recognize when you hurt someone and you can apologize. You where one way because of the environment you grew up in, and you changed because that environment changed. If your brother is in Gotham, that’s a new environment from the temple you said you grew up in, so it’s possible he changed too.”

“I don’t know, Jazz. I mean, I do want to know. I want to know what happened to him, if he did change, what he’s doing with our father and how our mother let him leave our old home. But I just… What if I don’t like it? What if he hasn’t changed? What if our father is worse than our mother? What if he doesn’t-” Danny cut himself off with a groan and Jazz decided to give him a moment to gather himself.

“I don’t forgive him.” Danny said and saw the look on Jazz’s face, “I know, I know. It’s better to forgive. But, we were kids-”

“Are” Jazz corrected. “You are both still kids. And I understand, he hurt you, and you hurt him - you didn’t kill him, but still. And there’s a chance, now, that you’ve changed and he might have changed, maybe you won’t hurt each other anymore. Not as much or in the same ways, anyway.”

Danny sighed again, exaggerating it for Jazz’s sake. “You really want me to make things right with him, don’t you?”

Jazz nervously rubbed the back of her neck, “Look, my life got soooooooo much better when you got here, despite the rocky start. Maybe reconnecting with your brother will make your life better. Or maybe…”

Jazz trailed off a little, but continued when Danny gave her an expectant look. “If your father is as bad or worse than your mother, then Damian might need saving. Maybe you can make his life better, too.”

“Now that’s not fair,” Danny glared at her but he had literally just asked for it, “Bringing in a guy’s obsession to get your way.”

“Remember when you used to call me The Master Manipulator?” Jazz joked and rubbed Danny’s head.

“You are,” Danny said, then his stomach growled.

Jazz grinned and jumped up to get the food she’d brought in earlier, “I told Mom you weren’t feeling well so she let me make your food.”

Danny smiled gratefully, “It’s probably a good thing those two got married, I doubt anyone else would be able to eat the food she makes.”

“I’m just glad you’re here to kill it before it kills us.”

#danny phantom #dc #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #jazz fenton #just some good sibling time #motivation for Danny to spend time with the bats #just a little part 2 #twins au

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

#homelander #homelander x reader #steve rogers #captain america x Reader #cross over #avengers endgame #the avengers #the seven #the boys #marvel

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 12: The Three Time Lords

After weeks of travel, heightened emotions, and strange happenings, you finally arrive at the TARDIS' doors, ready to send Loki home. Things don't go smoothly when you discover that The Doctor isn't alone.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): none

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It was impossible to believe that the film set in Cardiff could compare to the sheer scale and size of the TARDIS’ interior. Your jaw was on the ground.

You weren’t expecting the green tint to everything, but before you even stepped inside, the brightness of the lights almost robbed you of sight. As your pupils adjusted, you took two steps in and were immediately accosted by too many sounds and smells. The ceiling was higher than any cathedral, and stairwells branched off in three different directions, leading to hallways that, in turn, led to points unknown within the bowels of the ship. The console chugged away somewhat lethargically in the center of the chamber.

And it still had the ‘round things’ on the walls.

“Oh, this is damn cool,” you said, your mood almost immediately shifting gears as you felt like a child entering DIsneyland for the first time. “This is---!” You trailed off, realizing two things at once.

First: Loki was no longer at your side. He’d never stepped over the threshold. Why was he hesitating?

Was it because of the second detail?

Because secondly, The Doctor was standing at the top of the set of metal steps, looking down as you let yourself in, looking starstruck at you. He was exactly as every episode and image you’d seen of David Tennant suggested: tallish, rather thin-framed, but always radiating large amounts of happy, practically whimsical energy. His presence alone added a little sunshine to your mood.

Holy fuck, you thought. Another dead ringer, for sure!

“Oh, hi…” you managed to squeak before The Doctor scrambled down the steps, his sneakers barely touching the ground. He yanked your arm, vigorously shaking your hand with a wide, genuine grin on his face.

“Another one who can see the inside! Brilliant! I’m The Doctor! Welcome to the TARDIS!” he spoke so quickly you had to take a moment to put the spaces between his words. Before you could answer him, he made eye contact with something behind your shoulder: Loki. “And are you…can you really be…nooooo! Loki, Norse God of Mischief himself?! Blimey!”

“Yes! But how did you--?”

He stepped around you like you were a statue in his way. As he reached for Loki’s hand to pull him inside, the TARDIS console sparked. At the same moment, Loki yelped “Aaaaaahhhh!”, quickly grabbing the wrapped stone and tossing it on the floor in front of The Doctor.

You all looked at each other with the same concern. The Doctor nodded. “Right, don't think we have much time for pleasantries, as much as I’d love to make a cup of tea and talk Ragnarok over jammie dodgers. I’m sure you’re aware we have a situation.”

He led you and Loki inside. “Oh, what’s that?” he asked, pointing at the stone.

“It’s a time stone,” Loki explained. “There is much you need to know before we save the multiverse.”

“What do you know?” asked The Doctor. “And I’m sorry, I’m being so rude, I forgot to ask your name!” He tapped your shoulder.

“Oh, it’s Y/N.”

“Fantastic to meet you!”

The Doctor was instantly everything you hoped he’d be. Not just because he resembled the actor you admired who portrayed him on BBC, but because he radiated the same friendly energy, a little fast for your pace, but it was easy to just accept the whirlwind of intensity that was the Time Lord as he examined you with spy glasses and pokes.

He treated Loki like a celebrity, offering him cookies and tea while bombarding him with too many questions all at once. “Oh, I’ve read all the myths, of course, but I have to wonder how you managed to slip your stories into the early days of humanity when you’re a whole realm away from them! What’s your secret? How does one turn themselves into a legend?”

Loki smiled and looked a little flattered. “Well, it’s quite simple, really…”

“So, does anyone see that sky?” you asked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

It was difficult for you to keep focus enough to help Loki tell The Doctor your story. The TARDIS’ insides were just so beautiful and big! I hope Joey finds a place to park. He needs to see this.

A tear came to your eye. Your parents would have no words for what their children were seeing and living. It was the first time you’d thought of them since you bailed Loki out of prison on your birthday, nearly two months ago. Your father would have been thrilled for you and Joey. Your mother would have probably goaded you into flirting with Loki a lot sooner. They both loved The Doctor, as well as old Marvel comics, which was why you and your brother loved them so.

You could feel them beaming with pride from whatever multiverse timeline they were still alive in. And you had to believe they were alive in one.

“Right,” said Loki, slipping a hand about your waist. “Time is of the essence.”

“It always is,” added The Doctor with a solemn sigh.

In thirty or so minutes, you and Loki had successfully explained everything to The Doctor, finishing with your need to get to the TVA and fix the timelines. He seemed to absorb the information with an unbiased ear, yet you got the feeling that whenever you mentioned Sylvie to him, it made him hold his breath and tense up. The Doctor absorbed everything before asking questions, but there were about a thousand of them on the tip of his tongue.

However, he was also already concocting a scheme. You could tell from the look on his face.

“The stone and the TARDIS may be different forms of time travel on different scales, but they still operate on the overarching concept of non-linear time jumping or reversing, and whether or not paranormal abilities are functional within any given universe, the existence of time travel at all transcends the timelines and allows the two different entities to react and feed off one another!”

“Habbawhat?” you mumbled, unable to follow any of the technobabble. It wasn’t often that you could follow it in the context of the show, either.

“Even if your people don’t understand how time travel works, it still exists,” Loki explained. The Doctor grinned.

“You are brilliant! A time-traveling ageless alien god who goes off on adventures, eh? Are you sure you’re not a Time Lord?” he teased with an elfin grin that stretched his cheek muscles as it spread from ear to ear.

He looked at you again. “It means if we throw the stone into the time vortex, it will lead the TARDIS out of this timeline and back to its point of origin!” declared The Doctor. “As long as you are inside the ship, of course,” he indicated to Loki. “We just need to get it to the Vortex Chamber!”

“Where is that?” you asked. “And what is that? Don't recall it popping up in any episode…unless you count that bastardization of a TV movie.”

The Doctor searched his brain for an explanation your simple human brain could process. “It’s where the vortex pulls the TARDIS, like a petrol tank. It’s down at the very bottom, so we’d better hurry if we want to get everything back to normal before it’s too late.”

“Once we throw his stone into the vortex, it’ll bring us back to the TVA, where Loki was last?” you asked. “We’re all leaving this reality?”

The Doctor nodded vigorously. “We won’t be able to dawdle long there, but yes, I’ll be taking you off or native timeline. It’s got to work, it’s our only shot.”

Your heart pounded with hope. Perhaps you could just refuse to go back, or even take Joey with you and just keep walking around the Realms with Loki as a terrific trio writing their own legends.

“But there’s one thing I don’t get…” he trailed off.

Loki shrugged. “What is it?”

“Sylvie,” The Doctor mentioned. “You said she has to take her place on the Throne of Time, but what about you, Loki? Don’t you think the one who started this whole mess has to be the one to mop it up?” He emphasized the last syllable with a pop of his lips.

Your skin went cold. He was suspicious. He either wasn’t buying your story, or something in his mind had made itself up already, and it wasn’t fully on your side.

“Loki’s given enough to the Universe,” you said lowly. “Sylvie caused all of this, so it truly needs to be her.”

“What do you mean, this was all her doing?” asked The Doctor, his eyebrow raised. “I thought--”

You were beginning to grow frustrated, trying to put everything into the most obvious terms before too much time was wasted going back-and-forth. “--we have to get back to the TVA so we can get Sylvie to where she needs to be--”

“--and where is that?”

“We aren’t alone!” said Loki, suddenly, whipping his body around.

The Doctor looked past your shoulder, and you turned your head to follow his gaze.

Your heart dropped into your bowels when you saw Sylvie reveal herself. Blonde with small intense eyes locked on Loki, she was trying to radiate the most dominant energy her small body could produce. Sylvie wore a gray trench coat and an outdated blonde mullet. She was better looking than you’d hoped, but the sight of her coming slowly up the stairs to the console made you puff out your chest and spread your feet.

“I believe you two know each other,” said The Doctor.

“Sylvie!” Loki proclaimed, with more relief in his voice than disdain or surprise.

“Loki!” she said back, neutrally.

“Oh no,” you growled angrily through your teeth, wishing you had a weapon to brandish. Your eyes darted around the room, falling on the TARDIS console, where the Sonic Screwdriver lay useless.

Just looking at her made your blood boil. You looked irritably at The Doctor. “You let this bitch out of her cage, Doctor?”

“Excuse you?” Sylvie asked, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” asked Loki, sounding out of breath from the shock of seeing her.

“I think you know that already.”

“We’re on to you,” you warned, stepping assertively in front of Loki. “Both of us! And The Doctor is about to be.”

“He knows everything about Loki and the TVA,” Sylvie answered. “He knows why I’m here.”

“And what misguided bullshit reason have you concocted to get him onto your side?” you asked. “We all know you’re a goddamn liar.” You frantically whipped your head back to the skinny alien in a suit. “You do know she’s a goddamn liar?”

“Y/N, maybe you should stand down,” Loki suggested, pulling your shoulder back so that you leaned back against his chest. “Remember what I said…she’s more dangerous than you think.”

You took a sarcastically long look at her. “So far, I’m not impressed.”

The Doctor snickered in spite of himself, and Sylvie pouted her lip. “It’s time to go back to our world, Loki. You can’t run from your destiny any more than the rest of us can.”

“LIAR!” you spat, throwing out an accusatory finger. “It’s YOUR destiny, and you chose it! I bet you told The Doctor that Loki was the only one who could sit at the throne!”

“How did you even get here, Sylvie?” asked Loki.

Sylvie reached into her pocket, reaching for something. When she looked confused for a moment, clearly not finding what she was thinking lay within her coat, she shook her head, not needing it. “Doesn't matter. I'm here.”

You turned to The Doctor. “Has she told you all this was Loki’s fault? When it was her ultimate choice to sacrifice every timeline in order to satisfy her revenge itch?”

“I’m sorry, what?” asked The Doctor.

Loki nodded. “I spent a very long time going back to the Citadel over and over, to that crucial moment when she made her choice to kill Kang,” he explained. “I tried to stop her, talk her out of it. I even fully told her the consequences of her actions. She never veered from her course.”

The time lord bit his lip and looked distant, as if making thousands of calculations in his mind all at the same moment. “You should know that not everything that’s a fixed moment in time is an event,” he said quietly. “Once in a while, a fixed moment is a choice. The person making the pivotal decision cannot be swayed no matter what is done.”

“Meaning?” you asked, flicking your wrists impatiently, refusing to take your eyes off of the silent Sylvie.

“Think about it,” he continued, “sometimes when a decision is made, it affects so much of history and time that altering course would prove disastrous.”

Loki looked around, throwing his arm out dramatically to the sides. “And this isn’t disastrous?”

“The goddamn sky is falling!” you complained. “And it’s still her fault that it is!”

Sylvie groaned. “It was--”

“--shut up, Sylvie!” you barked in impatient warning. “Talk again and I will lose it on you, I swear.”

Loki’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “What was the MORE disastrous alternative?” he asked.

“It’s hard to say, but it’s what’s meant to happen, even if we don’t believe it, Loki,” The Doctor said, narrowing his eyes with seriousness. It frightened you to see his chipper personality drop. “Sometimes the consequences are dark, but they could always be darker. Sylvie’s refusal to change her mind likely indicates that stopping her would birth a more dangerous result?”

“Like?”

The Doctor sighed. “Don’t you think there have been travelers who’ve tried to convince the Fine Arts Academy of Vienna to accept one Adolf Hitler? Or stop Mr. Oppenheimer from developing his doomsday device?” He was still looking back and forth between the three of you. “I think we all need to focus on getting everything fixed before reality folds in upon itself!”

Ignoring his monologue, you stood your ground against your foil. “You’re a selfish little shit, Sylvie, and you won’t admit to yourself that we’ve got you figured out.” The declaration felt like sweet honey dripping off your tongue the moment you said it. “You came here trying to wrangle him before it all came to hell and everyone turned to you to sacrifice your freedom. You didn’t want to wait for OB and Mobius to declare that Loki was gone, and that you had to step up and take his place, eh?”

Sylvie didn’t confirm or deny your charge.

“Well guess what? He’s going back, but only to put you in your place, you chicken shit poor-ass excuse for a heroine.” The powerful words ran through your veins like electricity, even if they weren’t exactly making you sound dignified.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Sylvie, narrowing her eyes as her skin began to turn pink.

You puffed up your chest again. “I’m the best thing that ever happened to him, woman.”

Loki smiled with a brief chuckle, which surprised his variant.

“I brought him here so that The Doctor could send him home,” you continued. “I chose to trust him and work with him, even if it meant I had to lose something in the end. Unlike you, I was able to set aside my own needs for him and for the good of existence. It was something that you should have done first.”

“Apparently it was the right thing to do this whole time!” Sylvie said with a small, smug smile.

You boiled over, taking several large steps forward and ripping yourself away from Loki’s hold. Threatened, Sylvie pulled out a long dagger and raised it to you, which seemed to surprise even The Doctor. “WHOA! Blimey, can we all just bring it down about forty notches while we figure out the green sky and the planet’s crumbling mantle?”

Hissing, you went to pounce. “Okay, that’s it, you cu--”

“--Y/N!” Loki raised his voice, wrapping his arm around your torso, holding you yet closer to him. He softly kissed your ear, the gentler touch soothing your anger just enough to keep you civil.

Sylvie noticed the gesture of affection and laughed, turning the knife over in her hand. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Is this really all about romance?”

“I don’t expect you to understand what love is,” you continued to snark, at least until The Doctor threw up a hand.

“Alright, everyone, I think that’s plenty of time getting to know each other,” The Doctor interjected, throwing up his hands and stepping in between you and Sylvie slowly. “We need to get the stone to the time vortex quickly!”

Loki patted your shoulder before letting you go, moving around you to try and approach Sylvie. She held the dagger up, her eyes moving from one of you to the next, until she sucked in her breath.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Suddenly, the TARDIS shook violently, and it was all any of you could do to keep yourself on your feet. Your skin froze. The Doctor looked crestfallen. Loki’s face and body were glued.

“Sylvie? Why not?” asked The Doctor.

“Take me off this reality just so you can force me to give up my freedom? I’d rather die in this pathetic little world than be lifted up as the ultimate example of comeuppance, like a witch being thrown in an oven and everyone cheering.”

You puckered your lips and murmured, “If the witch hat fits--”

“I don’t see it that way!” said Loki. “You would be saving all of us!”

She shook her head, lurching forward when another quake hit the TARDIS, sending you and The Doctor flying back onto your asses, and Loki flying forward onto the railing.

“You know where I want to be, Loki, where I need to be,” Sylvie said, softening her voice but only holding her weapon out further in front of her, the point aiming straight at your gut.”If I didn’t change my actions then, I certainly won’t now, now that I’ve seen what I want for myself!”

“Loki, throw me the stone! I can take it!” you called, throwing up your hand. “It won’t burn me because I’m not you!”

“NO!” Sylvie grunted, lunging at you, knocking Loki over in the process. “I’m so sick of you!”

“Y/N!” yelled Loki, just as the TARDIS shook for a third time. This time the small bits of ceiling falling over were much larger chunks.

“Oh, no no no!” The Doctor whined. “MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”

As you fell into The Doctor's arms, Sylvie tried for you again, but Loki blocked her path with his body. The Doctor pulled you to your feet, his jaw on the floor watching Sylvie struggle against The Doctor, beginning to swing her blade at him in order to overpower his hold on her.

“Well, guess you were right,” he said understatedly. “Now…” He grabbed your hand as Sylvie broke free of Loki and got to her feet, her eyes still trained on you. “...run!”

The now-constant quaking of the TARDIS made running down the stairs and into one of the corridors difficult, your balance throwing you all over the railing and floors. It was all Loki could do to chase after Sylvie as she pursued you and The Doctor.

Letting him lead you, The Doctor wove around tight corners, through open doors, down stairs, deeper and deeper into the hull of the TARDIS, and every floor you passed, it got darker and darker. The shakes got more violent the further and further you went.

“Are we leading them to the vortex room?” you asked, panting, looking behind you as you could hear Sylvie and Loki give chase some meters behind.

Before he could answer you, The Doctor tumbled to the ground followed by you landing on top of him. The biggest quake yet was making the wall of the ship crumble, and you and the time lord narrowly avoided being crushed. You could hear Loki holler your name before the loud boom of crashing rock and wall flooded your ears, causing you to cringe and turn away as you and The Doctor scrambled to your feet.

Once the dust subsided, the hallway was blocked off, separating you and Loki, but also you and Sylvie.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “They have the stone!”

“Y/N!” Loki cried again.

“We’re okay!” You answered. “We’ll find another way out!”

The Doctor tugged silently on your sleeve, leading you away from the newly-created barricade and down a hallway.

“I don't know how we’re going to move this TARDIS if she won’t relinquish the stone,” you said sadly. “And the minute we get back to the console, she’s going to run me through like the Dread Pirate Roberts before I can scream.”

The Doctor smiled in spite of the dire circumstances, pulling something out of his pocket. It looked like the time stone, only it was a shade of green that favored gray, with a long crack down the middle.

“It’s hers,” he admitted. “I haven’t fully trusted her since she knocked on my door, if I’m being completely honest, so I used my wonderful time lord sleight-of-hand magic to take it off her before she went off the other day and replaced it with a lookalike!”

“But it won’t work unless it’s been in her hands,” you whispered.

“Well, it’s a way to get her where we want her,” said the skinny alien. “Better than having her chasing us all over the place. She’ll head us off instead.”

Your mouth fell open. “So we can still--”

The Doctor suddenly peeked his head back around the corner and raised his voice. “Yes, this other stone of hers will work too, if we can just get down to the vortex room!”

Almost reflexively, you could hear lightweight boots taking off, followed by a second set.

“We’ve got her!” said The Doctor.

You nearly laughed. “That was brilliant!”

He nodded in thanks. “It’s been known to happen.”

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itsamarvelfan-writes · 2 years

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A Golden Heart

Warnings: assault, fluff, angst, cute Dodger

Summary: A nice afternoon to walk Dodger while Chris is away turned into a nightmare.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: It's been a very long time since I posted on Wattpad and here, so I'm sorry for that! I'm trying to get back to posting but I don't know.

Request by @scorpionchild81

Offering to take care of Dodger while Chris filmed out of the country was the best thing you ever did. At least that’s what it felt like. Chris had stared at you like you had solved climate change. Chris was thankful and wanted to show it so he had proposed the idea for you to stay at his house for the time he was gone. It wasn’t like you weren’t comfortable with his place, being there almost everyday and sleeping over a couple of times, but you agreed and went along, knowing that Dodger would feel a bit out of place in your neighbourhood. Plus, it would be even more difficult for Dodger to move back into Chris’ after six months.

“Thank you so much again, darling,” Chris sighed, sounding drained out and tired. You giggled and muttered out a ‘it was nothing’, expecting Chris to let the topic go and continue to tell you about how his shoot was going. But Chris added, “No, Y/N. I mean it. Taking care of Dodger isn’t easy, and I speak from experience, so it’s not nothing.”

“Alright, alright,” you mumbled, cheeks and ears heating up from his kind words. You heard his airy chuckle at your embarrassment. You rolled your eyes, hand scratching Dodger’s head as he jumped onto the couch and laid his head in your lap. “Speaking of the angel…”

“He’s laying his head on your lap, isn’t he?” Chris guessed. You made a ‘ding-ding-ding’ sound and listened to Chris’ genuine laugh. “Just like his dad, ain’t he?”

“Sure is,” you teased. “Gets the troublemaker abilities too, you know?”

Chris groaned, “What did he do this time?”

“Someone bumped into me and Dodger started to growl at him,” you explained, watching Dodger’s eyes dart to you before he let out a huff. “It was nice to see he had my back, though.”

“Yeah, but still, Y/N,” Chris sighed. You could imagine him running a hand over his face and scratching his scruff. “He was on a leash, wasn’t he?”

You hummed and replied, “It’s okay, Chris. I was only joking. I meant it when I said he’s an angel.” The two of you talked for a bit more, occasionally hearing people from Chris’ end or Dodger’s barks. When Chris yawned for the third time, you finally told him to go to sleep.

“But it’s only, what? Seven there?” Chris argued, wanting to spend more time talking to you. He had made it pretty obvious from early on in your relationship that he loved your voice. He told you it was soothing and reminded him of being home. He had made you completely fall into the ditch of love at that point.

“Yeah and it’s almost, what? Midnight there?” You countered lightheartedly with giggles.

“Alright, smart ass. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight. Love you and miss you,” Chris slurred out, shuffling noises making their way to your ears.

“Goodnight, Chris. We miss you and love you too.” With that you hung the call, knowing that Chris would refuse to be the one to cut it. You looked down at Dodger and tilted your head, eyes flickering up to note the time. “Wanna go on a walk, bud?”

At the question, Dodger jumped up and sprinted to his room—Chris insisted that Dodger deserved his own room and you happened to agree with that—coming back with his leash in his mouth. You chuckled and took it from him, easily putting it on him and watching him trot to the door. You followed his lead, slipping your feet into your shoes and checking your reflection quickly and grabbing your crossover. Once you were done, you let the door open and Dodger ran down the stairs, waiting at the sidewalk for you.

You grabbed the leash when he offered it to you, earning a good boy scratch behind his ear. He led the way he had memorised to the dog park, letting you take a few jogs when he playfully walked faster. You reached the dog park and took his leash off, giving him a few minutes to play with familiar dogs. You sat down on a nearby bench, scrolling through your phone and answering some respectful questions about your relationship with Chris. Chris and you had a pact about answering some questions that fans asked, but left the ones that you both found too prying or disrespectful.

“Dodger!” You called out after a few more minutes, easily spending about an hour just sitting around and keeping an eye on him. The sun was starting to set and you knew it was going to take about half an hour to get back with a tired Dodger. Dodger started running towards you at full speed, but you stood still and smiled, knowing that he would stop just in time. And he did, digging his paws into the ground close to your feet after taking a leap at you. You chuckled and crouched down to put his leash back on.

You started walking off, Dodger trotting beside you at your pace, seemingly tired out with the day’s activities. You turned into an alleyway, wanting to take a shorter path home as Dodger started to fall behind. You slowed down, taking another turn into a quiet street and looked down at Dodger in concern. He was slowing down even more.

Just as you were about to crouch down, two pairs of hands grabbed your shoulders and shoved you to the floor, grabbing your purse harshly from your shoulders. The strap dug into your head, the leather burning your ear as the two men ran away. You gasped and yelled Dodger’s name, seeing that he was starting to run after them. Dodger, on your call, came running back and nuzzled his nose into your shoulder as if he knew exactly what was hurting.

“Oh, Dodger,” you said, scratching his ear and ignoring the blood pouring from your scraped hands. You were more concerned about Dodger being alright, noticing the slight limp in his trot back to you. “Are you okay?”

Dodger just walked around you and nudged your back with his head, telling you to get up. You bit your lip, inhaling and exhaling as you really felt the scraps start to sting. You looked down at your knees, noting the ripped leggings and the blood trailing down your shins. Dodger didn’t let you study yourself more, opting to put his leash into his mouth and start going home again.

“Dodger,” you sighed, but followed him, knowing that he knew exactly where home was.

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You had cleaned your cuts and applied some ice on your bruises after seeing that Dodger was completely fine. You had debated calling up Chris, but ultimately decided against it. Chris would leave everything to make sure Dodger and you were alright. So you cancelled your credit cards and tried to remember how much money you had in your purse. You knew it couldn’t have been too much since you had gotten some things for Dodger yesterday.

You had called the police, letting them know what had happened and they told you about the similarities between other cases. You weren’t the two muggers’ first victim and the police had assured you that they were trying their best to get everything back. You changed out of your clothes and reapplied bandages to your knees.

Dodger didn’t stray far from you and you were grateful. What you didn’t expect was the knock at the door. You were deciding not to open it—you hadn’t ordered anything—but then realised it could be the police. So you went to open the door, Dodger staying protectively beside you, ready to attack.

“Hi, darling,” Chris greeted with a huge smile. It faltered when his eyes saw the bandages on your hands. He threw his duffel bag behind you somewhere and gently grabbed them, pushing you back into the house carefully. He kicked the door close.

“Chris,” you said finally, getting out of your initial shock. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another few weeks. The pinch in his eyebrows told you that he was confused and concerned. You wanted nothing more than to kiss his worry away, but that scene was playing out in front of you and, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared that you weren’t going to see Chris again.

“What happened?” He asked sternly, looking down at Dodger who whined and nudged Chris’s leg. Chris looked down at Dodger, his eyes darting back up to you and asking the question that he dreaded. “Did he…”

“No! No! No, Chris. Dodger would never do anything to hurt me,” you assured him, shaking your head and looking down at Dodger. “He tried to help. It was—there were these two muggers and they, uh, they got me. I was so scared that Dodger was hurt, you know? He was running after them and—” you inhaled sharply, a sob racking out, and you let Chris hug you. His embrace was more than welcome and you relaxed against him.

“It’s okay, darling. He’s okay. You’re okay. You both are okay.” Chris continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear while starting to pick you up. His hands travelled to your thighs and made you wrap them around his waist so that he didn’t need to let you go. He was more worried about you than Dodger, but it seemed like you were thinking the opposite.

It warmed his heart so much to see you interact with Dodger. Every time you and Dodger cuddled on the sofa or on his bed, he felt his heart speed up. The warm feeling would spread when you entered the house and Dodger would immediately run towards you, licking your hands when you went to scratch his head. He was sure that none of his exes had been able to make a bond with Dodger, never one like you had fairly quickly.

Chris laid on his back on the couch, your legs straightening out on top of his, and looked over at Dodger with a small smile. He shifted so that he was laying on his side and your back was against his chest and a bit of space was left for Dodger.

“Dodger,” Chris said, waving him over and patting the spot in front of you. Dodger happily cuddled against you, letting your hands rake through his fur. “Darling, he’s okay and so are you.”

There was a special reason for Chris to come back and this was sort of his reason for an extra stay. Chris was sure that he was going to spend the rest of his life with you and he was going to use the week to try and tell you that.

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smolvenger · 6 months

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Ten

Loki x fem! Reader Series, A Court of Thorns and Roses/Mist and Fury AU Crossover with the various Tom Hiddleston characters.

Chapter Summary: You find the Spellbook halves and flee Vanaheim. But a twist makes it unreadable and the answer lies in Sakarr...

Series Summary: England. 1885. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you ...if you spend a week of every month with him. When the time comes to fulfill your end of the bargain, you are introduced to a world full of more magic and danger than you could possibly imagine...

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: PTSD and jealousy, Stella is anxious, Reader gets the hornies but no actual smut (not yet, we're almost there though, hehehe) , violence, and blood. Loki hurting a bitch because someone insulted his bb. Mutual pining. Light cursing. Grammar and editing mistakes.

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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Thomas was sent out to tell the others to wait until tomorrow. To take a day rather than crash, rob, and run. You were introduced to the room supposed to be your bedroom. It was a lovely guest room with light blue walls and a darker blue comforter on the bed. Stella would have adored it. Your plans were only to take time to yourself to think and settle your feet until dinner.

You weren’t expecting Loki on your bed, lounging casually. His feet were over the edge and his elbow was against the mattress.

“Well then…I see you’ve been quite a success!” he said.

Part of your instinct was to ask him what he was doing in your room. Then again…you first truly met him in his intended form in your room. It then struck you- here you could both discuss plans without fear of any overlookers.

You folded your arms.

“And your own goal of flirting with the lady-,”

“She has a name, it’s Sylvie,” he corrected.

Fire churned inside you, a petty frustration.

“She must be awaiting you in your bed right now,” you replied.

It was a little bit of emotion, the emotional fire that got out of you, slipped past your own restraint. You waited for the smirk to appear on his face. It did not. He shook his head.

“In truth- no. Sylvie only glares at me when I flirt with her. Calls me a clown. I even showed her the fireworks. She looked like she would rather watch the paint dry. I only did a little- I praised her skill with daggers and she smirked.”

He went from lounging to standing in one fluid movement.

“She will be far harder to disarm, to distract.”

“Hmmm…so what should we do?” you asked.

There was a little itch on your chin. You lifted your hand to scratch it, glancing at the star marks on your hand. So little now- like scars. You were so used to them that you barely thought of them. Loki then gave a smile as he eyed them too.

“We did not train you for hours in vain. You have the very useful gift of your sensing. You must go about and try to sense where the book is…but my advice…”

He leaned closer to you, his voice getting quieter.

“Don’t sneak about the grounds. They will ask questions. Be discreet about it,” he advised.

You met him in his eyes and gave him a nod.

“What of your own powers? Loki…you can create duplicates, correct?” you asked.

“Why, Yes. You’ve seen it yourself many times,” he confirmed.

You felt yourself grin, throwing ideas into the plan.

“Can you make a duplicate of yourself to distract them? Or of me? Or of Thomas even!” you encouraged.

He tilted his head, pondering it. The slower growth of his smile showed that he approved.

“My dear, I can do that. I can also create illusions.”

He lifted a hand up, gesticulating as he went on.

If not a duplicate, then an illusion that you are there. Batting your eyelashes and saying ‘Yes Mr. President’ and swooning before him.”

You returned your arms to folding, feeling your eyebrows lift. But you continued.

“So step one, I will use my senses to find out where it is hidden. Step two, create the duplicates of us and Thomas. Especially to keep The President and Sylvie distracted…we will search for it. Make sure Thomas knows- I don’t want him left out!” you said.

Loki agreed, as he reached for the door you turned around.

“Who was the Weaver? Whose form?” you asked.

He returned your look, away from his exit.

“What makes you ask?” he questioned.

“He was shaking when he saw her. And I did not recognize her. Like he was in a trance. Had he not somehow got himself to take the sword and stab the Weaver, Loki, I would have been dead,” you pressed.

Loki walked closer to you, his voice still quiet.

Loki’s eyes hardened only a little. A sad shadow fell over his face.

“He told me you might ask questions. As I said, his past was…difficult, shall we say. But be patient with him, Y/N. He will tell you and the others everything, in time, when he’s ready…” he said before he left your room.

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It was to be another lovely dinner in the Knott palace in Vanaheim. Even amongst the wide tables and variants eating chicken legs with their hands as grease smeared all over their faces, you took note to cut your food into small bits and placed your napkin on your lap. The picture of polite gratitude that possessed no plans of robbery.

Even as you sat, placed next to Thomas and Loki, across from The President, your senses were reaching out, searching.

Spellbook half…Spellbook half…where are you?

Blast it, it could tell you the histories of the trees back home from miles away. Why was Vanaheim harder? Because of the magic infused everywhere perhaps?

You sipped your merlot. Thomas lifted up his glass.

“Why- all of you have been such lovely, welcoming friends. I say we must offer a toast to the Lokis. All of them,” he said.

“To the Lokis!” they repeated, eagerly taking a drink. Even the little boy gulped down the tan juice in his glass goblet.

Eyes turned over to Thomas. Smiling up at him, they leaned closer. Curious of the baronet more than they were of you or Loki. He smiled and patiently answered their questions.

“Yes- I have been trained to dance since I was a young boy! Sent to boarding school- surrounded by other trouble-causing little boys! But I passed and survived!” Thomas recalled around the group.

President Loki leaned back in his chair, one arm dangling over the upper rim. His golden horns seemed a little more polished for the evening. He did give you looks and you only looked down at your napkin with a coy grin.

“What else did you study?” Classic Loki asked the Baronet.

A servant went up and refilled everyone’s drinks from a large pitcher. You mouthed her a thank you.

“Mathematics, the sciences, the great writers of the past, and art as well…” Thomas explained.

Loki lifted up his glass to have a drink. You indeed had a look around- old paintings and busts on high niches surrounded the dining hall. You turned your head to admire them.

“My, this place does have beautiful art in it!” you commented.

President Loki lifted a glass to you.

“And you, Miss, are just one of the many masterpieces there,” President Loki oozed. You met his own look as he gave you a small toast and had a sip, eyes never leaving yours.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. President,” you replied sweetly, another coy glance down at your napkin, to glance back up at him.

Loki’s grip was so tight on his wine glass that he could have broken it in his fist. An iciness in his eyes. Yet he smiled- albeit tightly.

It seemed as if the dinner ended soon. The sky was still in the evening with an orange sky outside. Thomas turned towards it. He gave you a look and then to the variants.

“May I ask, all of you lovely gentlemen and lady- do you know of these pieces? I think we would all like a little tour!” he suggested.

Loki broke out of his trance to lower his jaw at him. You inhaled sharp, cold air through your nose in a slight gasp.

“Please include me! I must know all about the collection here!” you added on.

“Yes- indeed,” Loki agreed.

The President smiled “Oh, please! Allow me…I think I am more than capable of serving as a tour guide,” he offered.

As the servants arrived to clean up the plates, he went over to you and offered his arm. You draped your arm around the President. Thomas wiped his mouth with the napkin. He stood up next to you. Loki was merely behind. The President led all of you out of the dining room into the hallways filled with more paintings. Here there were tributes of all sorts of different mythologies on oil and canvas. He pointed out one of a woman and man embracing in a forest.

“This one is of Venus and Adonis…which I assure you, it has much resemblance to me,” President Loki boasted.

It did not. You smiled at him anyway. Your senses stretched out through the room like the lights from the chandeliers above-searching, searching. He discussed bits of each one.

Then he led you down back to the ballroom, showing the portraits. You then realized it was made of the various Loki residents who lived here.

“Mine is in progress as of now. I must make sure it is large and grand, so the people know who their votes go for. Here- this one is of Boastful Loki. He wanted it done by the best painter in Vanaheim-well, second to mine of course,” President Loki explained.

As you admired the details of the fur of the painting of Boastful Loki, you kept a polite smile and reached out your senses further.

There was something tingling- yes…there was something close...like a little bell in the back of your head.

There was something ringing in the garden. The garden outside the ballroom. It was actually far larger and went to the back outside the palace. Flowers, trees, and greenery as befitting a palace garden.

But something was out there- a labyrinth. A maze of green leaves and hedges.

There was a place beneath the bushes. A dead end. So it seemed normal. So none would suspect.

Trembling leaves. A secret door. The key beneath the flurry of green roses.

And behind the door-yes in that door…on a pillar…there was a library. And on one pillar…a book. Half of one.

There. There was the answer.

As your senses retreated back to you, you smiled up at The President lovingly. The joy of locating the spellbook added genuine exuberance as you spoke to him.

“I cannot decide which piece is my favorite! Though you are a wonderful guide!” you threw in. Thomas bit back the urge to smile further in amusement, though his eyes darted between you two.

“When I decide to campaign all nine realms and when I win….I am considering having a First Lady...” The President added.

Thomas raised his eyebrows and smiled like he was holding back a chuckle. Loki seemed so tense he would break into pieces and his face looked like in a second he was going to whip out a dagger and kill his variant.

You let out another laugh as you again glanced to the ground demurely, then looked back at him under your eyelashes.

“Oh- My. Mr. President, I am far too humbled…” you added.

President Loki only smiled at you.

“Only consideration…just in case…” he crooned.

You sent out a thought to Loki. His shields were far too down all while keeping your eye on the smug smile of the President.

“It’s in the labyrinth of the garden.”

When his thought returned to you, it seemed its same cool, even tone. Despite his tense state.

“You seem like you’re enjoying this,” he responded.

“Only because it’s working for me. Tomorrow- we go to the labyrinth. It’s hidden in a dead end. Alert Thomas. Remember- this is a mission, Loki.”

“Would you seriously consider being his First Lady?”

You swallowed a little, then flashed The President another smile as your thoughts went back to Loki.

“I’m just flirting with him like you asked me to do!”

“I know, but would you?” the God of Mischief repeated.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I only just met him.”

Part of you wanted to laugh- he was becoming a sullen child. Perhaps jealous you were able to crack the President successfully. And that he wasn’t able to with Sylvie.

The next day- it was decided. After breakfast, you all would go straight to searching. All of you talked privately and agreed on a plan.

Loki would create a duplicate of himself to make others think he was just enjoying another endless day of rowdy partying and relaxing with the other guests. As well as an illusion of you and the Baronet sitting in chairs, watching and smiling among them. Only conversing in polite small talk when prompted.

Then all of you crawled out to the gardens. You both snuck out, the bright wind whipping about and the sun bright. The smell of fresh earth beneath you.

Blast it, you already noticed around the hedges- there was The President first. Loki then conjured an image of you, an illusion. Dressed in a pretty day dress of bright pink like what you were wearing, right down to the hair on the top of your head. You were sent out, batting a fan and giggling.

The President wiggled his eyebrows and reached to touch your hand. The illusion took a step back.

“If you want to, then catch me!” it’s voice- no, Your voice- dared him.

She picked up her skirts and fled into the labyrinth. The President clicked his tongue. He placed his hands in his pockets, at first in a slow walk, and then began to search through to find you- your own excited echoes of flirtatious laughter echoing through.

“Why- where are you hiding little mouse? Come here!” he was teasing back as he wandered further.

Sylvie walked about the maze. Her gaze was forward and determined. All of you hid in the corner, peeking out as Loki sent out a duplicate towards her.

“Why- you seem especially terrifying today! Which enemies are you planning to defeat?” he said with a smile that failed to be seductive.

She glared murder into it.

“Please- I know a duplicate when I see one. Stop this nonsense!” Sylvie cried.

All of you froze in time, a small surge of panic from you. She folded her arms again and walked up to where you were.

“What the hel are all of you doing loitering around like fools when-”

Suddenly there was a little whirring noise. Sylvie cursed and reached into her pocket. A strange device- seemed to be metal and a rectangle began to creak.

“It’s broken! Damnit! Loki, even your talking makes it-”

Sir Sharpe stepped forward.

“Apologies Miss, but- might I have a look at it? I could try to fix it.”

“Oh, this! Used to be a tempad back in the day- I don’t trust you know what it is. But- it’s now just used to communicate with the others.”

“I will be glad to help, I have experience with such things, allow me…”

Thomas took the device. Then briefly glanced at you two, and gave a smile.

You put a hand over your mouth to hide the grin and urge to laugh.

'Our Brilliant Baronet broke her device. Now he has to fix it and distract her! Now, I’ll create an illusion, YN darling- we must hurry!'

As soon as their heads were lowered to focus on the communicator, Thomas providing the perfect distraction, Loki’s magic wielded another sneaky duplicate and a replicate illusion of you folding your arms and smiling. The two of you hurried off before she could see.

Your senses reached out as you both scurried along, trying to catch your breaths. You took Loki’s hand and pulled him in that direction. Sure enough, there was a dead end. Complete with a few green roses blooming near the wall of leaves.

Loki bent down and located the Green Rose. He reached into those delicate petals with his white, long fingers. They greatly overpowered the little flower. But they were gentle. Touching the delicate flower with reverence. You felt yourself staring. A second too long.

His hands…they were…so beautiful…

From between the petals, he plucked the tiniest golden key. As you moved aside the leaves, there was a tall door with the tiniest keyhole. He plopped it into the door and unlocked it with a click.

“Ladies always first,” he offered, opening the door as you stepped inside.

The inside looked almost like a burrow. How you imagined the Rabbit hole of Alice in Wonderland when you read it as a child. Roots of plants and an earthy smell. The dirt beneath your feet, stains your skirts and shoes. Yet you walked forward.

It did look like a hidden library. High brown bookshelves and more books piled around. There was even an old green sitting chair with more books piled on them. You noticed there was some light coming from above. Turning up your chins, you saw a hole from above the leaves leaving a direct stream of sunlight down, down, on…

Sitting on a pillar. A torn half of a book.

Relieved and excited, you both jolted forward. You took the book, holding it to your heart. A deep sigh of relief washed over you as you looked at the god. His shoulders relaxed and there was a smile on his face. He wiped off his sides, placing his hands on his hips as he spoke.

“Well, that was-”

Loki’s voice was cut off. There was a rumble, to where you had to catch yourself from losing your balance. The library shook like there was an earthquake. Books fell over from the shelves.

“What-what’s going on?” you asked in a panic.

There were sudden, long, clanging bells from outside.

“It’s a Trap! We must hurry- now!” Loki cried.

As you ran forward, there were vines and branches that reached out and began to crawl from above the earth. They snaked over everything. Long, greedy fingers reaching toward you. Over the books in that library- and you could have sworn many of them had thorns.

You both broke into a run to the door, but several long vines snaked over the entryway, blocking it. A few thick branches reached to Loki, trapping him and then to your legs.

You gritted your teeth.

“Oh, no you don’t!” you said.

You shoved the book for Loki to hold while his arms were still free.

You opened a hand and released fire. They felt hot against your face and you could smell the burnt wood and greenery. It burnt the branches and vines, while not touching the god, freeing Loki’s feet. He wriggled his ankles out of the vines and then headed towards the door.

You let out two hands of fire- one to stop the growing vines. The other hand blasted through the door. As you hurried outside, you noticed the vines shriveled in the sunlight, turning brown and dying.

As you went outside, Loki still clutching the book. There were already bells in the distance.

“It’s an alarm- they’re raising an alarm! Quick!” he cried.

You blasted your fire through the maze- cheating a way out as you ran through. You saw a dark waistcoat and a figure jumped. It was Thomas Sharpe pacing about alone.

Loki grabbed him by the collar like a kitten.

“We have the book! Let’s flee! Now!” he insisted.

Thomas said no reply but hurried along with you. You both raced through the loud bells of the palace as you escaped out the front door.

You hurried over to the streets. Sure enough, Hal and Jonathan had ran- meeting you both in the street corner. Hal interestingly kept a sheath with a long sword dangling by his side.

“Do you have the book half?” you asked.

“Twas up to Robert to go and fetch it!” Hal breathlessly explained.

“It had a riddle and the answer was a part of the brain only he knew, And-” Jonathan began explaining.

But he was cut off as three armed guards pointed to you- with swords out.

“Thieves! THIEVES!” one boomed.

You let out a small gasp, your hand hurriedly rushing to get your dagger hidden in your skirt. Dear heavens- here it came- when-

“All of you, behind!” Hal cried.

He charged forward, wielding the sword.

Before any of you could say a word, Hal ran to the guards. He quickly thrust and parried through them. He knocked them down- then found weak spots in their helmets and sliced a sword through the first one’s skull.

You gasped, seeing the blood gush. He fell down as a corpse. He then grabbed the next one- slitting his neck and then the other one, with one clean sweep, he beheaded the third and last guard.

All of you stood speechless. Their blood was gathering on the cobblestones in a large puddle.

Hal resheathed his sword. He was catching his breath, his curls freed.

“Now, dear friends, let us get to Kved, now that this business is dealt with,” Hal spoke calmly to the amazed group.

All of you began to hurry towards the palace, when a figure in a grey suit came out, hurrying towards you all. Before you hurried none other than Robert. He was partially soaking wet, there being a squishy sound he made with each step of his shoes. Water dripped from his hair. His clothes clung to him. But he was alive and he had in his arms a book half.

“I did it! I got it! That didn’t go too bad!” he declared with a tired smile.

There was a “BOOM!” sound. The Kved Tower burst into flames and then began to crash down. Breaking into shambles. There were screams as people ran to it with buckets of water.

“You destroyed it??” Loki cried.

“Not intentionally!!” Robert refused.

Jonathan turned around with a slight roll of his eyes.

“There’s time for fighting among us later- let’s hurry back!” he insisted.

Loki made a portal and everyone jumped through. Sure enough, all of you landed promptly back in Asgard in the same meeting room. Catching each other's breaths and yet also laughing.

“Robert, why are you soaked to the bone?” you asked him.

Robert tilted his head to let water drain from his ear. He then placed the book half on the table and turned around. He took out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter from his pocket and frowned seeing that they were all soaked through.

“There were two riddles you had to guess. Hal got the first answer- and they gave him that sword. Then the second one- the real inner room it was in. Only one could go through it- the one who answered it. I figured out it was the brain-it’s my expertise, after all. After I grabbed it, there was a trap that made the room fill with water. But I made it out!” the doctor recalled.

Loki used his magic. A golden shimmer ran down Robert and he was dried in an instant.

“Now, everyone…let us see what it says about the spell,” Thomas suggested.

Loki placed the other half of the book on the table. Magic in a golden light reached between them- forming thin lines like stitches as the spine of the book was put back together. Everyone huddled together to watch. Jonathan reached to turn over the pages, all of you ready to see what it said. There were plenty of words on each page in big, black letters. But the writing of the book was not in a language you spoke. One you didn’t recognize. You turned to Loki, who put a hand to his forehead and groaned.

“Norns…” he muttered.

“What…what is it?” you asked.

Jonathan leaned forward. He studied it carefully.

“This…this seems to be more….nordic. But it’s old. I cannot make out what the words mean. And only one among us is accustomed to that,” the spy answered.

They all turned to Loki.

“I do not know a word of it…” he confessed.

All of you slumped. You felt your own hands bunch into fists. All of that work for nothing? A key was given…only it was still a few steps behind.

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You did your best not to be discouraged. Though it was hard. But there were other pressing matters- Stella.

You went over to check on your friend in her room the next day. Since your little trip left her cared for, but alone except for a few servants, you promised to spend the day with her. She sat there on the chair before the windows, both of you sewing. Frigga heard of the new guest and was generous enough to supply thread and needles. Your own work was getting done, but so many times she set down her need. She sat there, looking out the window still.

“Is there…anything else you want to say about the camp?” you asked.

“No…I just wish….I could stop thinking about it, dwelling on it…it’s yet my mind keeps returning to it, reliving it” Stella mused.

You set down your own embroidery of a bird in flight.

“It’s just now…I get worried…frightened….that…he might find me. And any moment- he could be here…” she confessed sadly.

“I promise you, Stella. He doesn’t know you’re here. And he won’t know- and this place has guards everywhere,” you assured her.

There was a knock. In came none other than Sif as well as Loki and the other variants- Thomas, Hal, Jonathan, and Robert.

“Hey, how is she? We all want to know,” Sif asked as she folded her arms.

Stella looked up at the group, then at Sif.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Lady Sif…and I heard about a new guest here. And there’s a rumor you got…got captured, yes?”

“It’s true,” she nodded.

“Well- The queen sent me. I’m going to be your guard and accompany you now, especially when our other mortal girl is busy.” Sif shrugged.

“Us ladies have to stick together when we can!” you said with a smile. You saw Stella returned it, she reached for your hand. You clutched it tight, then as she looked at the others, her smile dropped.

“I am so sorry…for burdening you all. For interfering with everything I…I don’t want to be a bother…” she apologized.

“Oh, you couldn’t be!” Thomas interjected.

Stella looked up, trying to hold in her tears.

“I only…I don’t want to be scared!” she said.

You saw it in her- pressing it back. But you gave her the handkerchief with blue flowers and told her to let it out, to cry. Then she wiped her eyes.

“I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t be complaining…shouldn’t let all of you see me like this. I know this is much for all of you-I’m a good woman, I swear I am,” she said, shaking her yellow head.

“Oh, it doesn’t make you any less good just because you're unhappy,” Robert assured her.

Lady Sif looked around the plain, grey room with the plain, almost grey-ish furniture.

“Hmmph- if you stay all day cooped up like you have this week, you’ll make your room your prison,” the lady warrior said.

Loki folded her arms. “You should have seen your dear friend when she arrived here after her own heartbreak, Stella. Now look at her- smiling and thriving. You shall too, dear lady. Just give it some time.”

Stella looked again out the window.

“I’m…I’m not sure…I want fresh air but…but I’m just scared that…that…”

“The castle is heavily guarded,” Loki repeated.

“I know yet…yet…”

Jonathan leaned a little forward.

“Miss Harris,” Jonathan stepped forward. “There is a lovely, large garden here. Hundreds of flowers in bloom, roses tended to by the queen. Birds singing in the trees above you- Sif and I could accompany you there. I promise we won’t let you out of our sight for a second.” he offered.

She looked up at him. Her blue eyes became a little brighter.

“That sounds…very nice…as long as Sif or YN is there too,” she replied.

You gave her a smile. You remembered when you were still so used to your own time—getting used to being alone with men. No watching eyes. At least here, there would be some safety.

“The Gardens have lovely roses. And there’s a certain tree…the queen told me something about it, Stella. I’ll show you. I'll come up to join and tell you what she said right after I’m done training,” you told Stella.

Sif got up and opened the door, leading the way. The Night Manager offered his arm and she wrapped around it, walking over to the gardens.

As you passed by to go to the training room, there was a window overlooking the gardens. You saw them sitting on a bench outside. Indeed, the fresh air and the sight of flowers gave a warmth to Stella’s face. There was a peaceful smile on it. She walked about as Sif strolled around, hands in her pockets. Then she returned to sit on the bench there next to Jonathan. Sif kept chatting at them-you couldn’t hear what. Jonathan kept quiet- listening more than speaking. Sometimes gazing at Stella. Wisely, he only spoke when it felt needed.

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A week passed. Stella seemed to improve slightly. She was sleeping better at night. She wore her blue beads every day and clutched them with white knuckles less often. She did more than just stare sadly out of windows. She visited the gardens daily, sometimes staying outside for hours. If you couldn’t be there, Sif stayed by her like a guard dog who would snarl at any enemy but wag its tail at their keeper. Thor met her and shook her hand so violently you feared it would come off. She became nervous when Queen Frigga came by to see her, but the Queen greeted the new guest with warmth, offering to tell her more in-depth about the gardens, like more like a mother figure than a powerful goddess.

Yet the disappointment of the spellbook still stung all of you. As hard as anyone tried, no one could make out a word. Not even Loki. The library was scoured to its darkest corner, but there were no translation guides kept in Asgard.

Then Loki called forth a meeting, but this time, there was a smile on his face.

“I have good news. I did some searching and asking…and there is a translation guide. All is not lost.” he announced.

There was an air of excitement among everyone. Thomas jolted upright. Hal leaned in a little closer. Robert had a giant smile on his face. Jonathan blinked, as if making sure this was really happening.

“Really? How?” Robert asked.

Loki held out his hand. A small image of a planet circling around in the air was conjured over it.

“There is a translation guide to the most ancient of Nordic…in Sakarr. In the Grandmasters palace.”

“What’s Sakarr?” you asked.

“A garbage planet. Full of the lowest, seediest scum. But full of games, tournaments, sports to keep its aliens and people happy,” Loki explained.

The little planet circled around in his hands. Then it vanished in a shimmer of light. But Loki pressed that hand to his chest, continuing his announcement.

“However…they will all have eyes on me. It will require someone sneaking around to find the book. But…there is a certain image of me…I have a history there. There’s a certain part of me they expect in Sakarr. It is savage, chaotic, lawless- and we must accept it and go with it. That side of me- it will show up-”

“Then- no matter! You play up the image and we will search! All of us!” you insisted.

“There’s a plan I have…but…”

His blue eyes went from the general group to focusing on you.

“And they already know about our lady. And…there’s a certain….image of you as well, my dear, that they have of you. And one you’ll have to play up. Or else there will be suspicion.”

“Alright, what role?” you questioned, shrugging your shoulders.

“I have to warn you…Sakkar is full of impropriety. You would hate the place. And you would hate what they heard about you- this…role. If you wish not to do it, dear Lady, I understand. It will make you…uncomfortable.” he apologized.

“Just tell me what I must do,” you pressed.

Loki explained it to you in a few words.

A hand flew over Thomas’s mouth. Hal had a small smirk. Robert turned away to regain control of the urge to laugh. Jonathan only looked intently, his face still.

You blinked. Then despite your nervousness, you took in a deep breath.

“I can do it. It doesn’t sound too bad. It’s all just pretend.” you responded.

Loki tilted his head, his jaw a little loose.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“It might be new…but I will do it. For the sake of our mission, I will do it.” You announced.

Loki nodded, and then he turned to the others.

Loki nodded, he then grinned. He burst into a little half laugh that came out in a puff of air. It was him as much as his green and black robes.

“Well then- let us waste no time. And Jonathan- our dear Spymaster. You are the one most used to sneaking about, finding things. It will be up to you to find the book in the palace. YN will sense it and tell you. Can you do that?” the god asked.

Jonathan nodded, giving a little smile back.

“Of course, I can.”

Loki folded his hands, laying out the plan with the whole circle.

“I am in good favor with the Grandmaster. That will be to our advantage. He will let us all in and we will distract them- him especially. YN will sense where it is. She’ll tell Jonathan. Jonathan will find and get it as quickly as he can. Then we return. Simple as that.”

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Right before you left, a chest was brought. There was a screen for you to change behind. You slipped off your layers of clothes. Your stockings and boots were traded for simple sandals. The dress was easy to slip on.

Sakarr was surrounded by literal garbage like the sea around Asgard. It reeked of old rust and mold, making your nose curl. The city of Sakarr had red, green, yellow, and blue buildings. Far brighter, more colorful than you had ever seen, ever imagined a building to look.

The palace was unmissable. It was so tall, taller than any other building, that you nearly hurt your neck to look up, up, up. There were large statues of grey heads decorated in the middle. Ships flew through the air easily, making you gape in wonder at them. Going through the smog and crowds of people in cloaks, you felt a little awkward in your own garb. The other men were being as polite as they could to not gape at you. Then finally, giving a mutual nod, all of you stepped inside the palace. There were armed guards in black armor with either red or yellow accents. They noted you all as friends of Loki- and especially seeing you, they let you in.

The walls in the first rooms were grey and sleek- so futuristic, more than you could have ever imagined. Your powers reached out, sensing where things were. But sure enough, perhaps because it was touched more with technology than magic, your powers located the translation book.

You nudged Jonathan, then whispered in his ear.

“The study.”

He didn’t nod to make it obvious but gave you a look back and a small smile.

Then, you found the room Loki described- there were red and yellow lights. The thumping bass of music with whirring sounds. Music where you could not name the instruments. Blasting right into your bloodstream.

Once the doors slid open, you were let in right at the front. And you could feel their eyes on you. On your dress.

It was a rich, dark green. It practically shimmered with small sparkles beneath any light. No layers were worn beneath it. It was also very low cut, almost to your naval. The dips and curves of your cleavage full on display. It had to be. Your shoulders were exposed over the small sleeves. Then finally a long skirt a high slit, showing some of your legs. A dress that would give your parents- give anyone- from back home a heart attack. Lovely and deliciously scandalous.

You could already feel the eyes all on you. Some in desire. Sure enough, there were whispers and stares. All down your cleavage and leg. You knew what they were saying.

The Trickster God’s Whore. The one fabled around Sakarr. The woman who saved her own life when on the brink of death in exchange for warming the God of Mischeif’s bed.

Let them believe that. Let them be afraid of him. If not, a little afraid of you.

You made your place around them. All sorts of odd creatures and people mingling about this way and that. Waiting for the cue. Jonathan and Robert were merely polite. Hal fit right in as he got a drink in a glass and handed one to Thomas to sip on. Jonathan was quietly scanning everything- like your own group of guards.

Then there was attention as a man appeared. A man with tan skin, grey hair, and a grey goatee but with blue eyeliner, a blue mark on his chin, and yellow robes. Everyone turned their eyes down in respect. You felt his own eyes inspecting you, the exposed skin, and then he smiled.

The Gamemaster- you remembered everything from Loki’s explanation.

“Ah- so you’re our famous courtesan. Nice, Wonderful. Hmm- wouldn’t be surprised if all of you were.”

“It’s an honor to be here. And where is he? My own master?” you asked quietly, almost sultry. Folding your hands behind your back coyly and giving him a smile.

Then in walked Loki and heads turned. His leathers- pure black with armor on certain points. A long cape that was black on the outside, and yellow on the inside. Swaggering, chin up. Eyes full of deviousness. More like the Loki who first made the bargain with you when you first saw him in his true form. Without looking he reached over to where a servant carried a tray of drinks and got one without looking away. Heads turned again and even the music seemed to be dimmed a little.

“Ah, hello there- very good to see all of you…now…I have a lady waiting for me…” he announced.

He opened his arm- going forward. Then a hand. He smiled at you, one finger beckoning you to come hither.

“Come here, my dear,” he said.

You smiled at him, walking over to his side. The air felt cold on your exposed skin.

“Why…I must rest my feet- give me a seat!” he ordered.

“Who is letting my dear friend walk about? A seat!” The Grandmaster ordered.

One creature ran over, pushing aside several guests already sitting revealing a long, plush couch. They gestured over. Loki walked forward and sat there, taking you with him. You were about to sit next to him when he put a finger up to stop you.

“Ah- you are mistaken, my pet- this may be my seat, but this is your throne.”

With a small squeal escaping you, he picked you up with his large hands and placed you on his lap. Then masking it as delight, you smiled at him. Letting out a feminine chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him. Leaning in closer.

You felt his hand go down, fingers splaying over your leg. Looking up, you saw Jonathan had vanished. Now was time for a show. Time to stall. Distract- especially as the Grandmaster was here.

There was chatter and noise as the party continued. The others mingled- made small talk. The circle keeps any attention or questions about Jonathan’s disappearance to themselves. The Grandmaster began to discuss things you had no idea about with Loki. You merely smiled, feeling his touch all over you.

Loki’s hand went down to your inner thigh, squeezing it gently. You swallowed back a gasp from it, the touch, clutching onto him.

“Now then…where were we? Ah- yes, how is the business in Sakarr? And the Champions?” he asked going to the Grandmaster. “Who won last?”

“Korg. Again. At this rate- he will be my champion! Isn’t that just splendid!” he bragged.

“Hmm yes- oh he! The giant rock! Who would have expected it of him? Well- not at all. That is why we love it,” Loki commented.

His hand went further splayed- slowly touching you, running up and down your leg. Your bare skin on his bare skin. You felt something in your breath hitch.

Something in you…was stirring. Electricity. You looked down, feeling yourself get warm all over. Loki glanced at the Grandmaster.

“Sometimes my pretty little prize gets shy- how adorable of her. It only makes her more endearing to me. But this is a welcome place for her, and for us, hm?” he commented.

“Oh-of course…and by the way, as a thank you- there’s a room ready. If you need to…enjoy her for a bit,” The Grandmaster nudged with a wink.

Loki burst into light laughter.

“I will keep it in mind for later, I only wish to enjoy the party now,” Loki refused.

He tipped your chin and made you look at him. It made your mind go blank. Your breath quickened to a slight pause as he spoke- his beautiful profile right before you.

“Do not worry, pet. You do not have to…not yet. But you’ve been such a good girl for your god-”

He leaned over and kissed your neck—a small, sensitive area. A sound came out of you, like a moan. His hand got more and more up your inner thigh. A silent confession rang in your head. You liked him touching you. You liked his hand, his kisses. You liked being on his lap.

“Let me make sure you’ve enjoyed a drink here," he said.

Then he gestured for a servant to get you something to drink and a glass like an upside down triangle was placed on a small table before you.

Yet you didn’t want it. You just wanted, silently, for Loki’s hands to stay on you.

A feeling hit you. A feeling you never paid much attention to before. A feeling maybe you never had before. But his hands- his lips, his warmth. And the feeling was strong- stronger than it had ever been before.

Something was pooling between your legs. Something damp. It couldn’t be your courses- they ended recently. It couldn’t be urine. There was no smell of it. And it seemed to increase as Loki slid his hands over your bare skin. Making it feel cold, and tingly as he kept touching you, his long fingers possessively splaying over as he spoke.

It struck you. Your mother talked with you before your wedding and even longer before, the gossip you shared among friends. About the female body. What happened before the… act. Was this when…when…

“Your shield is down. And your mind is panicking,” his thought rang out in your head.

“What’s going on? What’s happening to me?” you asked silently, remembering to keep on the sultry smile.

“You don’t know…or you’re in denial…It’s only your body reacting to me, reacting to being touched, my dear. Nothing more to be scared about.”

“Loki, I…i just…”

“If you’re uncomfortable now…”

“No! We have to keep going! At least until they return!”

His eyes turned over to you, keeping its small smile.

“Say the word, and I will make it feel even better if you’d like….” he thought back.

Your heart beat harder. His smooth words in your head did nothing to stop the wet feeling between your legs. Only made it worse. You made no response to him. Could not. You forced your focus to the bright red and yellow lights over the grey walls and the music. Forcing yourself back in the present moment.

Perhaps anyone’s hand there on you would do the trick. You grinned away the discomfort, the strange feeling of arousal…and that you liked it.

Then one being- an Asgardian, clearly with a human appearance, with a bald head and muscles with a dark beard. Clearly stepped forward to approach all of you.

“Loki, when will the god of Thunder ever be caught? What a prisoner he would make for our games!” he asked, his voice a thick cockney accent.

“Skurge, that depends…why don’t you ask my dolt of a brother yourself? He’ll be glad to dance right in here,” Loki replied, shaking his head.

Skurge’s face got tight. His voice raised.

“Come on! Persuade him!” he demanded.

“I cannot. You cannot convince him of anything…” Loki continued to refuse.

“Then would you? It’s been so bloody boring lately!” he complained.

“Why would I waste my time fighting like that? It’s far less elegant for my taste, the style. Besides, I find spectator sport far more enjoyable...among…other activities,” he replied looking at you with a smile. He lifted your hand to kiss it and you felt yourself giggle a little, getting hot and tingly again.

Skurge huffed. He backed off and took three steps, and then he turned. And insulted loud enough that it echoed.

“I bet her cunt is the only spectator sport you like now, Lokes. Enjoy your filthy slut.”

Your mouth drops its sultry smile. You pressed a palm over your lips in shock, shame, to restrain a reply. Something cold dropped in your stomach.

Loki remained still. Very still. Looking right at the smug smile of Skurge.

Then a green light shone in the god’s eyes. In a split second, there were gasps as before his feet, stretching out, two shadows of Loki emerged. They reached out into the room and grabbed Skurge, pulling him to that grey wall.

The crowd gathered, and Loki only stared forward. His face was serene but focused. His eyes glowed green.

Skurge struggled, but in vain. Then, in a blink of an eye, they pulled both of his arms and twisted them in obtuse, angled directions. You heard the cracking of bones. Skurge released a pelting scream so loud that it could shake the palace. Then the shadows dropped him- his arms broken, fractured in many areas.

Your jaw dropped. The coolness earlier forgotten.

Loki glared at him right into his eyes, his arm re-wrapped around you again for protection.

“Call her that again…and it will be your neck,” he threatened quietly.

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dinozarr · 7 months

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†⠀❝ KISS ME, BITE ME. ❞ ✶ ARMIN ARLERT !

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN HEADCANONS.”

★⠀warning y disclaimers — fem!reader. streetfighter!au. fluff. smut. puppybf!armin. obsessed. lover boy syndrome. bondage. nude pictures. overstimulation. edging. dacryphilia.

NOTEZ : this is the start of my new street fighter x aot crossover. each fandom i write for will have a little series like this tbh. cus the next one i’m doing is haikyu but idk with what yet so we’ll see.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀that met you through one of the matches he fought in. you weren’t his opponent, but rather apart of the match that was held after his. he didn’t plan on staying any later than his fight, claiming yet another glorious victory; but, found himself doing so the minute he bumped into you and saw you in all of your glory. the way your silky [f/c] robe hung loosely around your head with your matching hand wraps had the mad intrigued just enough for him to stare dead at you as you waltzed by.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀who was so adamant on staying for your fight the minute he heard your voice, the soothing way your accent laced into your words enticing the man all together. he hasn’t a clue as to who you were, yet bet his entire earnings on your victory the moment you stepped foot into the ring. his assistants were absolutely awestruck by the stoic man’s actions, never once seeing him so persistent on a fighter, let alone bet money on one.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀attended each of one your matches after the night he met you, keeping a keen eye on you through the fights and making sure to place a bet on u every time. and, each time he did so, he always came out richer than he went in with. the man thought he was slick, thinking you wouldn’t notice a prominent blonde haired boy with the most gorgeous, crystalline blue eyes. yet, he was far from going unnoticed. because every time you’d arrive at the abandoned building your arena was built under, you’d make a deal with your assistance on who could spot out the white boy first.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀was nothing alike to how he advertised himself in his matches. he always acted like a machismo man who could take on anyone, yet the moment you halted his actions as he was making his way out of the building, he sunk into his own skin and became nothing more of a stammering and sweating disaster. the way you towered over his small fatigue caused the man to gulp after every broken sentence he spoke. it was cute, you could admit. the way his eyes sparked beneath the bright moonlit night was breathtaking.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀wasted no time in flaunting your relationship amongst the popularity he held in the underground world of street fighting, letting everyone and anyone know that you were his woman, and he was your man. the new side of him was rather shocking to his acquaintances, none of them expecting you to get with him of all people, and definitely not being able to bring out a side of him no one saw coming.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀was rather fond of bondage, both being tied up and tying you up. moreso being tied up, though. he enjoyed having you edge him for hours with his arms bound behind his back, you using his own boxing wraps to do the tying. it humored you dearly watching as his pathetically small waist would snap up with your thick calloused hands wrapped around the base of his dick. the veins that protruded from the sides of his erections would rub against the indents on your palm, the pad of your thumb sliding through the slit on his tip.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀the amount of polaroids you had stashed in your underwear drawer of a fleshed out armin who had tears coating his eyes and stains tainting the blemish of his cheeks was unbelievable. they were taken with consent, of course. the angle you took them at was where the back of armins head rested atop the back of the chair, you hovering over him at just the right degree to encapsulate both his teary-eyed expression, and also his throbbing dick that had cum leaking from the tip of it.

NOTEZ : eek!!! haven’t written in a while lols so uh just take this, i know it’s shitty but it’s SOMETHING!!! i do needa write more tho🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯

#❙ ⋆ 𝒁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝑺 ❞#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin x fem reader #armin smut #aot armin #armin x you #sub armin #armin x y/n #x dom reader #dom!reader #armin aot #snk armin #aot smut

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castrianamore · 1 year

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You Can’t Teach an Old God New Tricks

DC x DP Crossover

TW: Cannon-Typical violence+ some stuff, panic attacks, terrorist-like attack, Injury

Prologue

What was he doing? Really. Tonight felt off.

There was an eeriness to the air even more so than usual. Tim didn’t know how to take Gotham somehow feeling worse than usual. It was his solo night which was normally nice unless the night was young and then silence set upon Gotham.

“Anyone else not getting good vibes?” Tim’s voice broke the silence into the group coms. Tim could hear Jason finishing beating the shit out of someone. Just slightly labored breath.

“I’ve been riding around and only seen one instance of trouble. Either Gotham’s in a good mood or…”

“Something worse is going to happen.” Dick finished for him. Nightwing or rather Dick was working on his investigation tonight. Tim knew that much and had been trying to let him help. He was a pretty good detective he could say so himself.

“What do you think Batman?”

“I don’t know but something is always up in this city. It’s another night. We won’t let anything else happen to it anyways.”

“Fair fair, oh hey! I see you Babybird!!!” Tim perked up looking around and seeing Nightwing obnoxiously waving from a rather large distance. If it weren’t for his special lenses in his mask he definitely would not have seen the man.

“Oh? Yeah, I have something for you by the way,”Tim reached into his pocket before pretending to grab something and flipping him off with a smirk.

“Wow real mature, Red!”

“Thanks Hood’s been teaching me.”

“Of course he did, see you on the flip side RR.”

And Nightwing dropped from the building presumably running off to go work on something else.

“What did you do that i taught you?”Jason replied a little delayed but still there. “I said stay down you mother fuck—“

“HAHA You have to put money in the swear jar!” Tim teased the elder man.

“Careful Replacement. But what did I teach you that Night wing is being pissy about?”

“Oh I flipped him off.”

“But we both flip him off all the time I don’t?” Jason sounded mildly confused.

“I pretended I was showing him something.”

“Okay that makes sense now.” A small grunt of reply from Tim. He sighs and moves across the building hopping to the next and the next. However…

As Tim jumped to the next a building exploded throwing him into a building’s wall and down into an alley way. His back hitting the hard industrial trash can before making contact with the alleyway floor.

His world was spinning. He was sure he had a concussion. Had to have one with how hard he had been thrown. He was vaguely there for a moment as he collected himself hearing a brief conversation over the coms.

That wall had hurt he was floating between consciousness and being a goner. He guessed he blacked out because when he woke up it was hard to breath.

His own breathing was heavy and the air was thick with smoke. Where was his air filter? He patted his suit getting up. Fuck! He had to have forgotten it in the batcave. How could he forget it in the batcave.

An echoing evil laugh sent a shiver down Tim’s spine. What the fuck was he doing. He moved his hand to his ear as he peaked around the corner of the building to see what was going on. Flames lit the night sky up in a beautiful orange hue but the Smokey fog made things hard to see. He touched his forehead feeling blood and wiped it away for a moment. No use worrying about it now it would have to be treated later

Fuck it was hard to breath.

A large ominous figure floated above the city of Gotham. A flame covered crown floating above his head.

This was supposed to have been a normal night of patrols. His shift. Red Robin’s shift. Nightwing had his own investigations to run and Batman was requested at Arkham asylum for a moment by one of the members of the staff. Tim didn’t really care much in that aspect.

But tonight wasn’t supposed to bring trouble. No one had expected the explosions. The earthquakes and tremors through the Earth’s rock and crust as the concrete cracked and broke and a few buildings exploded.

A silent pressure falling over the city so quickly to lift to the flames. The city that seemingly reached towards the welcoming embers. The screams echoing in his ears as Rubble had scattered around him as the first explosions had gone off and a figure appeared.

“You guys seeing this?” Tim whispered into the coms.

“How could we not? It’s only at least as tall as most buildings around Gotham and FLOATING,”Dick whisper yelled.

“Scarred Dickie-bird?”

“Shut up Little wing.”

“Does anyone have visual on our target?” Batman’s voice silenced the trio of brothers. “And does anyone have contact with Robin? He’s not showing up on coms?”

“Robin? No. I haven’t seen him since we finished our rounds last night.” Tim looked around him grappling to the top of the building to look around and try and get a good look on the person responsible for this.

Definitely not human. Could they be Martian? No they tended to stay around the same size as humans and their natural forms. Who was this?

The wind blew the smoke out of the way. A little as he ran from roof top to roof top a cloth over his mouth as he had one thing in mind. Get higher. He had to get higher. Out of the smoke. Out of the flames. See who he needed to fight.

A cry came over the coms. “Out of commission guys.”

“Nightwing!” Tim’s panicked voice rose as he stopped in his tracks as he lands on the next building eyes going from the ground to the sky.

“Broken ankle and probably crushed my tibia on my left side,”his voice sounded strained.

“What happened?” The stern voice of a concerned father slipped through Batman’s voice ready to tell the kids where to meet to help him.

“Got a few civilians out of a collapsing building but it collapsed and I didn’t get completely out of the way in time.” A deep breath of Nightwings familiar techniques to keep himself conscious and working. He’d definitely been through worse but if he was pinned? That was another question entirely.

“Nightwing, Can you move?”

“Afraid not. This is a solid piece of wood on my leg Babybird.”

“Hood you’re the closest can you get to him?”

“Already on my way.”

“Good.”

“I am so not whelmed right now.”

“RR?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a better visual? I’m on my way back from Arkham.”

“I do…”

Tim’s eyes widened as he stared up at the figure. Midnight black armor with the flaming crown he could see through the smoke. Cape whipping in the wind as the man gave out a dark a chuckle.

“And you think you Can stop me?”

There was something—no someone in front of him.

A weak cough came from the coms.

“This is Robin to the bats.”

“ROBIN!” All of the bats in synchronized concern at hearing the youngest voice even if it was weak.

“Report, where are you? Now.”

“Bat cave.”

“But your readers aren’t..?”

“I was outside and had to bolt. I dropped it.”

“You’re lying.”

Tim could read Damian like a book. It wasn’t intentional but while the kid was a skilled assassin it didn’t change the fact he had awful people kills and even worse cover stories at times. Quick to anger. Quick to prove wrong too, sometimes.

“Shut up Red.”

“Now is not the time to be playing games Robin. Are you hurt?”

“I was taking down a gambling den and the building collapsed on top of us….”

Silence fell over the group. Robin was trapped under a building with criminals.

“Robin answer the question, are you hurt?” It was Jason this time. The faint sounds of win whipping past and a familiar hum of his motorcycle. Dammit his own motorcycle was probably gone once again. This time more than likely destroyed due to the debris and explosions. Jason was probably on his way to Dick’s location.

“Yes.”

“How badly?” Tim couldn’t help the mild panic in his voice. Damian would be okay, he knew that but his brotherly instinct kicked in for the youngest Robin. He wanted to protect Damian. As much of a nuisance and trouble maker the child was he was still family. His family.

“I think my right arm got dislocated but I popped it back into place. My left wrist I think is fractured. Definitely a broken rib or two.” His shallow breathing and tremors were concerning.

“Anything else?”

“I don’t know how much air I’ll have down here. I don’t think anyone else made it, I’m small so that should buy me time and if I can get my breathing under control until rescue services arrive I might be able fo last.”

Robin was trapped under a building with little air to breath and several broken bones and possible fractures.

No one wanted to breath as it dawned on them how serious this entire situation was. However, before anyone could say another word into the communication devices they were cut off.

“Citizens of the Mortal plane!”

Not that anyone would talk now.

“Red! All I’m picking up is static from your end? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know… the figure it’s talking!” Tim looked up in horror as the smile across the figured face grew and grew with ever sharper teeth and eyes that seemed to be focused exclusively on you and only you. He couldn’t move? Of course he couldn’t move that creature. That thing was terrifying.

“I am here to take control of this existence and your wretched short lives will serve me well. You may call me, Pariah Dark. The Ghost King. The king of the Infinite Realms! You’re new overlord, or your new butcher!”

“Red how close are you?” Jason’s voice. “Red how close are you to that THING?!?!”

“Red!”

“RED ROBIN ANSWER US!!!” Tim wasn’t sure if he could. It felt like his bones had turned to mush and his eyes were focused and trapped on the one thing. He couldn’t move.

The longer the being talked the more static filled his ears as the radios and comms were filled with noice and a high pitched sharp sound caught him off guard as he desperately clawed out the coms throwing it out of his ear in pain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He could feel the ringing in his ears and the blood trickling down his cheeks as he slowly reached up to touch it. Did his comms just bust his ear drum? He looked around again. His hearing was dulled. It had definitely busted his ear drum.

“You will bow down to me or you will pay a severe price!”

A loud explosion called the man, Pariah Dark, to look in that direction. In a glowing mass of green was another figure. Much smaller but if Tim hadn’t known any better he would say easily more powerful than the so called King of Infinite Realms. But what the fuck was that? How did his coms glitch out so severely to hurt him?

He stood up wearily trying to get closer to the duo. In his head he could hear Nightwing and Jason screaming for him to stay where he was until they could get backup, but Tim knew backup wasn’t coming.

Ghosts were real. The dead could walk amongst the living and haunt people. Had they messed up so badly as humanity that the dead had to come back and teach them a lesson? Was this a chance? A coincidence? He prayed not, but one thing was for sure about this ghost. About this situation he found himself in.

The king stood right in front of him and they needed intel. He had to overhear what was happening to help his family because…

Dick was severely injured.

Damian was trapped and injured

Bruce was too far away.

Jason had to help Dick or Damian.

His electronics were no longer working. No coms. No tracking. No maps. Nothing.

The only one left to get anything useful was himself, and he swore he would do that. The smoke blowing in front of him gave him trouble seeing the figure floating in front of Pariah. The size of a normal human being but was obviously far from normal.

White hair glowing bright and just slightly floating around him. The faint Green light he gave off with the aura of Superman if not far more powerful. Tim didn’t even realize his hands were shaking. The figures arms were crossed and despite being in the presence of someone so powerful the figure seemed relaxed.

Tim placed a hand to his wrist checking his pulse. It was highly elevated was he… was he scared. Yes. He was, but as the figure opened his mouth to speak that fear changed to terror.

An unearthly wail of immeasurable incomprehension filled his ears. These were words, but his mind could not process the language, the pronunciation. Part of him felt as if he knew exactly what the man was saying. The words harsh and strangely familiar. The sounds caused Tim to cover his ears, even if already dulled from having lost one ear drum for the moment. It would not stop the true paralysis of fear in his bones.

He couldn’t breath. Fuck. No. Take in a breath dammit.

Breath Tim! The smoke choked his lungs and his panic attack began to set into his veins which didn’t help his case.

He shook. Knees on the gravel roof hands over his ears. Tears slipping from his eyes catching on his mask, before rolling down his cheek.

Did this make him a coward?

He was petrified. How could they fight something like that? It was far too strong to be human, to be a ghost even. Too … too what?

No, what stood in front of them with a catch of a gleaming smile of razor sharp teeth and glowing green eyes, had to have been a god. The power. The fear.

Tim didn’t know what happened next.

He just knew he blacked out and woke up struggling to breath in Jason’s arms eyes wide as he clutched his brother desperately. Jason kept his grip on him tight.

“Is-is it gone. Is that THING gone?!?!!”

Jason have him a small shush holding him still in Tim’s bedroom. “Tim, it’s been a week since that creature was defeated. Take a deep breath. “

What.

Slowly he looked up at Jason. The tired eyes and a stitched together cut on his forehead telling him that yes. Time had passed. He had been asleep. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Is Damian? Is Dick are they? Are they okay!!?! I need to see them! I need to make sure that they’re.”

The feral attempt to get out of his brother’s arms in a frenzy of panic and anger and confusion and worry only had his brother’s arms growing tighter around him.

“Tim. Tim. Tim .” Jason’s stern voice shook the younger one for a moment though he should have been far more used to it than he had been. “They’re safe. You’re safe. Anyone who was within the immediate hearing range of that fight have been recorded with onset anxiety, panic attacks. Seizure’s, etc. Some jumped off roofs, out windows to escape whatever it was..”

“Am I okay?”

Tim knew he probably looked broken. Hands slipping past his brother’s arms to cover his ears as his mind began to properly take in what had happened. He had passed out from the overwhelming panic and inability to breath on that roof. Jason had said people had been terrified. Rightfully so. That creature was the stuff of nightmares. Anything who had to go toe to toe with them should be fearful. Jason explained a bit more but Tim was already too far gone again staring down at the blankets his heart monitor beeping away next to him.

His heart began to pick up slowly. Jason’s hand on his arm as his eyes grew wide again. He knew what it meant now.

“What did… what did that do to me? What did It do to them?”

Jason looked at him extremely concerned.

“Tim, what do you mean? What happened to you?”

What that creature had said, and he had no idea how he knew this considering all recordings of the event merely ended up as static from his broken electronics, more than likely. Right as he saw Damian enter the room in several casts. He glanced up at him his eyes glazing over once more.  

“I am Phantom, and I will destroy you for touching what is mine, you will be the King of Nothing when I am finished with you.”

Tim didn’t remember much else after that. Merely Jason and Damian having to call for Alfred. Tim was told later that week that he had been in an out of seizure fits for a while. For another week. He had never had seizures in his life but now? That event had changed his brain.

It was another month and a half before Bruce let him back out on duty. And still another 3 before he was allowed to solo.

Tim occasionally could feel the seizure’s coming on but only rarely, But the days went on and years passed.

Tim never forgot those words. He prayed that remembering that fearful night would never amount to anything.

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