#carol x yn

[drghostwrite]

another walking dead x reader fic idea coming at cha

carol comes across a pregnant reader, alone in the woods. not far along. reader has no one else. carol is cautious, but can see truth. she asks the 3 questions.

they get closer as the pregnancy progresses. reader wants to help more and carol is protective, telling her it’s not safe. she needs to rest.

reader follows anyway & her water breaks out on a run

Pairing: Carol x reader

So I haven't gotten this far yet, just let it be lol... I tried my best and I hope that you enjoy, if there are some things that aren't by the show just overlook it, please lol.

it’s been a LONG time coming but here it is… and it’s a long one so strap in.

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You scrambled over the leaves and downed branches, roots reaching out for your feet, you were absolutely exhausted but the adrenaline was still pumping, you had just watched your husband die in front of you. Your group had been stranded in a local, now deserted sporting goods store while trying to gather supplies someone opened a back room full of starving walkers, you and your husband took off but he later decided to stay back and fight them off while you ran.

Except you didn't run you stayed you hid yourself, and when you returned he was there bleeding, dying, you held him before you saw the life drain from his eyes, taking his wedding ring you put it on your necklace and that's when you heard the remaining walkers, taking off in fear of your life.

You quickly dodged a tree, your breath becoming heavy as you propelled yourself forward, you found a clearing and ran to the other side sheltering yourself behind a large tree, you were trying to steady your breathing when you heard the footsteps... two sets one heavier than the other, your breath caught in your throat, you turned ready to give it your all, to run but you stepped on a branch the loud crack heard throughout the clearing.

"Hey!" a man called out.

"Daryl!" a woman angrily whispered. This was it, it could be your last moments alive, most survivors weren't very forgiving of a lone traveler, one hand ghosting over your still forming bump you leaned your head back against the tree closing your eyes.

"Is someone there, if you are just come out... we don't want to hurt you." the woman gently called.

You reached up feeling the rubber grip of your machete in your backpack, pulling it out, ready to make the fight of your life, you turned to look around the tree.

You tried to step out and that's when an arrow flew past your head, quickly jumping back. "Daryl you damn idiot, stop for just one moment."

"She has a machete..."

"Doesn't mean she's going to use it." she scolded, "Please excuse him, just come out, weapons down, see..." she waited until she knew you were watching and they both dropped their weapons, you stepped out into the clearing, machete still at your side. The woman and man before you looked like they were in good health, both strong and healthy, you could feel their eyes searching you, she stopped at your bump, you weren't far enough along that everyone knew but, for those that have been around pregnant women before it was noticable enough.

"I'm Carol and this is Daryl..."

"Y/N..."

"Hi Y/N, can I ask, how far along you are?"

"18 weeks."

"a little over 4 months is a long time to be by yourself."

"I'm not...err...I wasn't, until today..."

"What happened today?" she said, you felt as though you were being interrogated.

"Our group, they got caught by a heard... my husband, he saved me, he saved us..." you said a hand coming to your still growing baby.

"Ahh okay... can I ask you some questions?" you slowly nodded.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"Too many to count..."

"How many people have you killed?"

"I..." tears started to run down your cheeks. "6... too many."

"Why?"

"3 of them got sick and asked me to, `1 of them tried killing me, they cornered me in an alley and I pushed them into a crowd of walkers."

"And the last two?"

"The last... she, she was my best friend, she was pregnant, needed surgery for her baby and I couldn't do it... she ended up bleeding out, we lost her and the baby."

"Hmm...Y/N will you come with us?"

"Where?"

"Home..." she motioned you forward.

---time jump---

3 months later and you were moving around a shared house, they had found you in the woods and taken you back to the Alexandria safe zone, you were now 30 weeks and it was very known, you used to be a nurse so they had repurposed you to work in the infirmary.

You were restocking some supplies when you heard a knock at your door and the shuffling of feet, you turned sideways to be greeted with a smiling Maggie.

"Hey mama!" she said coming up to wrap you in a hug, she had just returned from a two day supply run, she moved her hand down to feel your baby moving.

"Oh no, what happened?" you chuckled, looking her over.

"Nothing, why do you ask?"

"Because, you came to find me witch usually means either really good news, or that you had a rough run... and seeing as you have no supplies."

"Oh..."

"Yea," you smirked disappointedly.

"Rough run, I guess."

"Wanna talk?" you said setting some of the things down that you were holding.

"No, it's okay." she softly scoffed. you eyed her carefully, you opened your mouth to respond but that's when you heard yelling.

"You son of a--" you heard a booming voice call, you saw as Rick took off towards Daryl. The two men started fighting right there on the dirt in the middle of town.

"Oh hell no..." you said as you started towards them, Maggie close behind, people quickly coming outside.

"Y/N don't!" you heard Carol yell from behind you.

"Hey, HEY!" you yelled. Glenn quickly ran up to try and help separate the two, Carol jumped in front of you, Maggie going around to help Glenn. "No way you think you're getting into that, nuh uh mama."

"Carol.." you growled.

"No Y/N."

"Fine," you pushed past her to stand in between both men as they stared each other down.

"Okay, what's going on?"

"He took Carl out..."

"No, the boy followed us..." they both started yelling back and forth.

"HEY! shut up for two seconds..." they both stopped talking, you listened, a hand tightly pressed under your bump.

"So Rick you didn't want Carl to go, and Daryl you knew he was following..."

"No I didn't..."

"Daryl..." you gave him the look and he quickly shut his mouth a growl still lingering. "You both know better than this, we need you both you don't belong out on the courtyard fighting, and you better not end up in my infirmary."

"I wouldn't but he would..." Daryl said, a cocky grin on his face.

"You..." Rick said turning back around to storm towards Daryl, knocking you aside, you met the ground a little harder than you would've like, Glenn jumped in pushing Rick back, Carol rushing to your side as Michonne stepped in laying a good punch to Daryl before standing in between them.

"Gahhh..." you hissed grimacing, Carol helped you up looking you over.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so..." you said brushing yourself off, you looked at the scene around you before quickly grimacing again, leaning into Carol, who wrapped an arm around you, one hand quickly coming to support your hand that was wrapped under your bump.

"Okay no, we're taking you home..." she said.

"Y/N are you okay?" Rick said worried, flashbacks of Lori quickly flooding back.

"I'm fine... Rick I'm fine, both of you go home, and so help me God I better not find either one of you back out here again."

a couple minutes later and you were laid in your own bed in the house you currently occupied, Carol next to your bed as Maggie came in followed by Hershel.

"Well looks like your little scare was some premature contractions..."

"I could've told you that," you said shifting to a more comfortable position.

"Y/N..." Carol said, she'd gotten the closest to you other than Maggie and she could tell when you were frustrated and she knew you had a tendency to give attitude when you didn't get your way, even if you were wrong. You were stubborn and headstrong but that's what kept you alive.

"Let me guess bed rest."

"Well that's what I recommend but you also run the infirmary so I would just say take it as easy as possible, we don't want to put you into premature labor."

"Thanks..." you grumbled and they both left the room, leaving you alone with Carol.

"Y/N..."

"don't start..." you ran two hands over your tired face.

"fine, but take it from me you need to be careful." She rested a hand on your leg.

"what was I supposed to do let them kill each other."

"No but that doesn't mean you jump in between them, leave it to us, you can just yell at them after."

"Oh okay." you chuckled.

"Please..."

"whatever you say..." you scoffed with a smirk.

two weeks later, you were still back to your usual ways, except this time, Maggie came into the infirmary to distract you, "So why are you in here and not out there prepping for a run?" you prodded.

"Well..."

"Maggie?"

"We're good on supplies, so I didn't want to go."

"Didn't want to go?... yea right, while I stand here knowing we need a restock."

"I-I..."

"Omg they're doing a med run and don't want me to go..."

"No, Y/N we're good, really."

"Hah no ma'am, I need a med restock... which means Carol is leading the run and doesn't want me to go, well that's not her call, let's go."

"No Y/N you can't..."

"right, let's go." you said before climbing in the jeep to drive out to the runners point.

Carol immediately spotted you, "no Y/N."

"Tell me no one more time."

"You should be back resting..."

"I'm fine..."

"No, you're not you should be back resting."

"I'm cleared..."

"Hershel cleared you?" she said sarcastically in disbelief.

"No I did, I know the signs, I'm fine, I have at least 6 more weeks."

"I don't wanna test that theory, you can't go."

"watch me... I'm the only one that can identify what we need, I'm going."

She let out a large sigh, having a stare down with you, she gave up looking at Maggie and giving her a signal, which meant the three of you were riding together.

“Any pain and you tell me right away.” She demanded.

“Fine.” You shrugged with attitude.

The ride to the location was silent as you drive there, you watched out the windows as carol kept a close eye on you as she drove. Once you stopped you looked around it was a cluster of stores, a supermarket, urgent care, and a few other odd shops.

“Okay team me Maggie and Y/N will take urgent care… another group the market and then the rest filter through the other shops. You know what to grab clothes shoes, food, supplies anything we can carry, let’s go, quickly.” You knew she was upset with you so you silently followed to the boarded up building, they pulled down a few boards and you all went through. You grabbed whatever meds you could find raiding the pharmacy and medical supplies, gloves masks, gauze, even a few scalpels which you found odd. As you were all grabbing what you could you heard rustling and then a bang.

You locked eyes with Carol as she stepped forward, “someone there?” She called. Maggie guarded her from behind, before you knew it a small critter jumped out and scrambled across the floor making you all jump, “oh I thought…” you started, as you turned though you saw movement, a groan as a figure lurched forward at you, knocking you to the ground you felt pain shoot up you body and wetness between your thighs, pretty sure either the impact caused bleeding or your water broke. You tried pushing them off of you, tried protecting your bump, “help!” Carol fired off a shot and ran over pulling the walker off of you. Maggie slid in behind you helping you to sit up. “You okay?” They both asked

“not sure…” you said trying to stand. A contraction quickly causing you to lean back forward, “no no no…”

“Y/N?” Carol asked sternly.

“shit, she’s in labor.” Maggie said, tension and panic filling the air, from all the commotion her hand had collided with your thigh and she felt the wetness lifting her hand to see the clear liquid.

“no I’m fine, just some preterm contractions.” You tried waving off a worried carol.

“Y/N, are you?”

“I think your water broke, Y/N.” Maggie said looking to you and Carol.

“I should be fine, okay?!” You snapped, you knew you weren’t fine, you were most likely in labor and there was no stopping it now.

“should be?!… we’re leaving now!” Carol said demandingly. You stood with a grimace from another contraction, Maggie helping you one arm wrapped around to your side the other helping you to support your bump. Just then a blood curdling scream ripped through the air, one of your runners, “move, let’s move!” Carol said rushing out in front of you.

“wha-what’s going on?” You fought through a contraction.

“I’m not sure, but we’re not staying to find out.” Carol said opening the door for you, Maggie climbed in the back seat offering you a hand.

“Carol, what if someone’s hurt or dying.” She looked at you, you could see the decision being made behind her eyes. She watched as you sat in the passenger seat grasping Maggie’s hand grimacing through pain.

“Y/N you’re having your baby, this is happening whether you want it to or not…” she started.

“I can make it a little bit longer, we need to make sure they’re okay.” You said trying to breathe.

“your water broke…”

“Y/N this baby is coming.” Maggie said trying to help Carol.

“carol…” you said a tear running down your face.

She picked up the walkie, “Daryl… Daryl come in.”

“Yea.”

“what’s going on?”

“walkers, but I think we got it under control.”

“okay, Y/N went into labor, we gotta get her back… can you get everyone out of there?”

“hah perfect timing, you go we got it from here, take our girl home.” She looked at you again but this time you weren’t paying attention to focused on getting through the next contraction, Maggie nodded to her from the back seat.

“okay, okay let’s go, let’s go have a baby.”

“a baby, I’m having a baby,” you laughed through tears, “get me back, this baby isn’t going to wait.”

“on it!” She said stomping on the gas, Maggie was terrified behind you and you could tell, could you blame her she watched Lori die, flashbacks flooding her mind as she watched you moan in pain. Carol let silent tears fall also remembering, “it’ll be okay.” You broke the silence.

Maggie gulped and Carol eyed you, tearing through the dirt roads. “I’ll survive, I’ll be okay, just hurry.” The other two women shared a knowing look, they knew you were trying to reassure them.

when you got back they rushed you into your house, “here put her here.” Maggie said swiping everything off the kitchen island.

“no…n-no the couch, get me on the couch.” You pointed and they helped sit you down on the end, you grasped at the corner and let your head fall back into the cushion, your other hand cradled your bump. “o-okay pants…help me…” you were trying to breathe but these contractions were coming one after the other, Carol helped you unbutton and peeled them off.

“Uhm… Maggie?”

“oh God…” she said looking between your legs.

“what… what’s wrong?!”

“Y/N, you’re…”

“what?!”

“you’re…well the baby is… I can see the head.”

“Ahh…” you hissed, “that’s okay, that’s good… I ju-just need to pu-push.” you tried catching your breath, letting your head fall back gritting your teeth.

you pushed, “help me, please someone help me.” You threw your head back, chest heaving, sweat coating every feature from your forehead and hair to your shoulders and exposed baby bump, the tank top your wore had a v-mark of dripping sweat.

“okay, here I’m right here,” Carol said grabbing your hand and settling next to you wiping sticky hair from your face, Maggie nervously sat between your legs.

“Maggie… Maggie…” you called her name and she looked up at you fear in her eyes, “I trust you, it’s gonna be okay.” She slowly shook her head.

“okay, okay time to push…” Carol held you close as you strained, bringing your baby into the world. Before you knew it you were holding a little girl in your arms. Carol had you pulled into a side hug as Maggie put a blanket over your bare legs.

“she’s beautiful mama.”

“she is isn’t she, sweet girl.” You ran a gentle finger on her soft features tracing her face, “your daddy knew you were gonna be a girl and I told him he was crazy.” You let tears fall.

“Y/N…” Carol trailed gently.

“I have a beautiful baby girl and her dad is dead…” you started crying.

She hugged you, “you have us, you have me… Y/N you have a village supporting you and as far as I’m concerned we’re not going anywhere. So we’re gonna help you to raise this little girl no matter what it takes.”

“thank you.” You whispered through tears looking down at your little girl, the little girl with her full head of hair and dark eyes like her dads, as her tiny hand was wrapped around your finger, cooing up at you.

[lynxieestuff]

Daryl Dixon x Y/N (s/o,reader) Headcanon

Author's note: How he confesses his feelings to you and you reciprocate. He thought about how to say it, and the circumstances of it.

Thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and comments/requests too! (≧▽≦)

(There may be grammatical errors in the text, exuse me!)

: ̗̀➛ DARYL

He's been thinking a lot about how to tell you that he feels more than just a friend for you.

For some time now, several people from the team have noticed that he behaves differently when you are with him. He is usually much more nervous or very inattentive.

Carol was the first to notice this. A few days later, he asked Daryl why he was so careless and pretending not to care about anything.

He openly avoided Carol's questions and arranged a: ,,Leave me alone!"

Apparently he thought that he could solve everything by himself, he didn't need help in this? He's the man isn't he?

A week later you went hunting because the team had to eat something, Daryl decided to come with you. He thought this might be the right time to tell you his feelings.

When you arrived towards the end of the hunt, it slowly started to get dark.

,,Hey y/n! We should talk." -You turned around and walked over to him, wondering why he's so suddenly.

,,You know, I'm not really good at things like that, but...I think I love you." he said a little confused and nervous.

You were a little shocked for a moment that he said that because he usually doesn't get emotional or anything like that.

He glances at you but avoids eye contact. ,,Listen Daryl, I like you too." He looked into your eyes and smiled with relief.

He thought that you would reject him or hate him because of it and that was probably what he feared the most about this.

He moved closer and searched your eyes to figure out that you wanted what he wanted.

Finally he decided to eliminate this small distance and he touched his lips with yours and you kissed him softly, not wanting to rush it.

Due to the lack of air, you separated from each other, a pale blush appeared on both of your faces due to the former.

[missellaneousworks]

Forgot to post this a while ago... I blame a couple of pals for getting me into this. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

[lucysarah-c]

Tea time

Paring: Levi x reader

Words: 1764

Warnings: none, there is some subtle sexual mentions but not much.

Summary: Levi is deep down a huge gossip old lady.

Inspired by this "snk incorrect quote" of mine that plenty of you liked a lot!

“My friend Sarah, she’s having some arrangements done at her house and can’t host. I was wondering if you would mind it if we hang out at the office.” Your voice pierced the room like a cannonball. Levi had known that something was off since you came back from the capital, you were suspiciously quiet. Not the kind of silence that you two shared in the privacy of the office. He had been cleaning the shelf, giving you his back. When he turned around you were shyly smiling.

“I’ve not said anything to them yet, wanted to check on you first,”

Levi thought that it was both, his and yours, office and therefore you had as much right to hang out with your friends there as he to say that he wouldn’t like it. He was, somehow, touched that you inquired first. You knew, by heart, that Levi wasn't a social person by nature and that he cherished his “me time” deeply. Especially Sundays that were his only day off.

However, he also understood that Sarah and you were the only two members of your friends group who had private chambers. Neglecting your hang out would mean that you wouldn’t see your friends if Sarah couldn’t host, and Levi valued that you spend time with your own group, he valued your independence.

On the other hand, Levi had to hold back an unpleasant grim thinking of the group of 10 women hanging out at his place on Sundays. Of course it wouldn’t be all day long, only the tea time but … it was tea time, Levi adored having one day to relax, not wear the uniform, maybe not wearing clothes at all, reading and drinking tea.

But how could he say no to those doe eyes of yours looking at him? begging him to allow it. You knew Sundays were his days and if you could have come up with another option, you would have done it.

Then.. “Yeah, why not.”

He almost forgot it. He was an extremely busy man with an extremely busy week. But when he woke up early on Sunday, with the intention to just put some random shirt on and stay in sweatpants all day, he noticed that you got up early too. Something unusual.

“Will you help me to move the couch so we all fit before I get in the shower?”

‘Ah… right… I agreed to this’ Levi thought as the penny dropped, your friends were coming over. That already disturbed his mood, but he didn’t want to let you know. He had to remind himself that this was all part of the sacrifices that you make during convenience.

Quickly he realised that he had been mixing your friends since forever, and suddenly he discovered that Mary and Anne weren’t the same person he had in his mind. All the opposite, the deep brunette girl was actually called Carol. Each of them were eager to give him a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug as a greeting, as if they had known each other for years. Levi had to gather all his acting skills, which weren’t actually good, to pretend he remembered each girl as much as they seemed to know him.

‘Not my fault!’ he would scream inside his head ‘The only closed group of people that I tolerate work and live in the scouts. Plus, they are also YN’s friends,’

You knew them from training days and they chose other military divisions, some of them from the medical field, etc. Everybody knew who was the social person of the relationship and, without intentions to point fingers out, Levi wasn’t the one.

At first, he decided to go and bother Erwin for a little while. But Erwin also took the upper hand of his, sometimes, free Sundays to go and meet up with ex comrades from his trainee days. Mike would have gone out with Nanaba. Meeting with Hange would probably mean Levi working his ass off to clean their place. Which Levi was eager to do on other occasions but the last thing he wanted to do on a Sunday was more work, even if that implied cleaning.

When he returned to his chambers, they all had left and you were already putting things back in their place. You greeted him with a sweet smile.

“Hey”

“Hey” He greeted back less enthusiastically.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips softly landed a peak on his lips.

“Thank you for allowing this, I had a great time,”

Oh your smile, your loving eyes made him weak. How could he say no to the next Sunday?

The table was crowded with packages.

“Do I throw those?”

“No! They are gifts and what was left behind,”

Pastries, pastries everywhere. Great quality tea leaves that her friends from the capital had brought. Croissants, fresh made bread, sandwiches, scons, cookies. Levi was already starting to see the upperhand of all this.

However, it wasn’t until the next upcoming Sunday. This time he decided to close himself up in the attached room and read there. He only went out once to greet everybody and pour himself the tea that the girls were having. He heard everything, every little detail. Suddenly his book wasn’t that interesting.

“Do you remember Jonny? We met last Wednesday and can you believe it, he couldn’t get it up.”

“Let me guess, he said the usual “it's the first time that this happens!””

Laughters filling the room.

“Well I heard that Roger and Isabel made up again and they are not divorcing. He literally begged her on his knees,”

“Well, Edward is in this huge debt because of gambling and they took his house away. The poor Abi doesn’t know what they would do with the kids but she took them with her back to her mother’s house. But technically the government can take them away because he has de custody,”

“Guess who is pregnant and doesn’t know who the father is?”

“Robert is cheating on his wife with the kindergarten teacher of his kids,”

Then again, they left and Levi loomed up from the bedroom. Table full of Tea leaves for him to enjoy and pastries.

“Sorry, did we bother you that much?” You softly question back.

“Tolerable,”

He felt almost ashamed of how much he waited for Sundays now, ALMOST. But it was hilarious to go to the capital with Erwin for meetings with the military board and the only thing his mind could replay in loop was. “That one is getting cheated on, that one is cheating, that one couldn’t find the only place a man needs to find in bed, that one couldn’t perform. This one has a child with another woman, this one’s marriage was a cover for having relationships not allowed by the church, that one has gambling problems, that one is a mommy boy, that one is about to lose his job if his wife ask for a divorce so he’s begging on his knees,”

And if any of them decided to get cocky, it was a matter of Levi slyly implying what he knew something just for the colours of their face to drop and the panic taking over. He suddenly knew everything about everybody and he found out about it while drinking high quality tea and eating scons? Why were men's hangs outs not this fun? It was like reading a book, women knew everything and with heavy details.

“Do you remember John?” Erwin questioned as they waited for the next meeting to come, “John the blonde dude from Nile’s squad?” Erwin clarified, used to Levi don’t remembering a single person “He’s been acting odd,”

“Yeah, that asshole has been sleeping with Grace from the bar that's at the intersection of the streets "the king's pride and Saint Michel" at the third district of Stohess. She works there from 8am to 3pm as a waitress and apparently they saw her talking to his wife, because some nurses from the orthodox church of Mitras said that she went with a 3 weeks old pregnancy. Now Nile is asking him to solve the issue because he's damaging the image of the team. His wife has papers and prof for divorce but that's a big fucking no no for the MPs.”

Levi's sudden rambling got Erwin looking back at him in shock and confusion. The captain got a momentary feeling of embarrassment as he realised how out of character he had been.

“Y/N’s friends have tea at my office on Sundays,”

Erwin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah, that explains a lot,”

Then, out of nowhere one Sunday he woke up and you were quietly laying on the couch, not rushing to get ready or organise the office so all could fit.

“Do you need the bathroom free?” Levi inquired to either rush a quick shower or wait for later on in the day.

“No, it’s alright, I’ve time to leave until four,” you quietly replied.

He frowned in confusion and you looked up “Sarah’s house is ready, I’ll take the ferry to there at four.”

His acting skills came up in the game again as he tried to hide the sudden disappointment. Goodbye to the free tea, goodbye to the pastries.

He was in no position to lie, he enjoyed reading next to the chimney of his office. Only the cracking of the fire, the pages turning and his sipping sounds filled up the death silence. It was nice… but, voluntarily or not, he found himself brewing another kettle of tea right on time. He would also be lying if he said he hadn’t been checking the clock all day to make sure to be ready for your comeback.

Then, finally, you appeared through the door. Coat on as you took off the purse from your shoulder and scarf hanging on your neck. Locking eyes, as Levi was across the toasty room with a kettle between his hands as he was almost done.

“Hey” You greeted closing the door behind you.

“Hey” Levi replied less enthusiastically but there was a certain type of hang on that made you crock an eyebrow.

“How was it?” Levi wondered and you hummed a positive reply as you took the shoes off and let them at the door.

“I was about to have a cup…” the comment was done with doubts “I was wondering if you wanted one…”

A cheeky smile slowly rising in your features.

“You won’t believe what I heard today”

“Wait until I get the tea ready”

[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x reader - different with you

Heyy, I have a request... It's where yn is a bit of a playgirl and she dates around the people Monica Rambeau knows (e.g. Wanda, she could be inside the hex too). Shes dating carol now, which Monica doesnt like, but starts to warm up to ger as time goes by thank youu- Anon💜

A/N: mentions of spoilers from The Marvels film

Standing on Carol’s chair on her ship, you looked at her as she came walking in and you smirked a little, hands in your hips.

“You know it’s rude to leave me waiting here asshole.”

Carol rolled her eyes, gesturing behind her.

“We’ve got issues.”

“That’s no way to talk about your new friends.”

“(Y/N)!”

You chuckled a little bit, and you jumped over the back of the chair, walking over, you ran a hand over her shoulder, and leant your back against hers.

You looked at the two staring at you and you smirked as you found a familiar face among them.

“No. No why are you here?” She asked.

“Come on Monica! Give a friend a hug!”

You grinned walking over to her and she used her powers, making you just walk right through her and you laughed a bit.

“You seriously can’t be dating (Y/N).” Monica sighed.

“Wait! Captain Marvel has a girlfriend?!” The new girl gasped.

Carol sighed, walking over she placed a hand on your face, pushing you towards the other side of the ship.

“Kamala, this is (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Kamala. And apparently you two have already met.”

“I’m telling you right now, end this relationship.” Monica said sternly.

You pointed between you and Carol.

“What? This? Nah.”

“Carol you have to end it, I know (Y/N), I know her reputation. Why are you even here (Y/N)?”

You shrugged a little bit, giving a small wave to the teenager who was still just staring at you in awe.

“Hey, you’re not the only one who walked through that witch hex Monica, I’m just lucky my powers didn’t get all screwed around with yours.”

Carol punched you in the shoulder.

“There’s a kid on the ship!”

“I didn’t even swear!”

You laughed a little bit, throwing yourself back down in her chair and you looked at them all.

“So, what’s the game plan?”

“Will you help us?!” Kamala whisper yelled.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No.”

“Yes!”

You laughed a little, turning to look at your girlfriend who shrugged a little bit.

So, you decided to help them.

Learning everything there was about their powers, and what had to be done in order to making fighting a lot easier for them.

It had been a while, and for the most part they had begun to work as a team.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

You looked up from what you were doing, setting the screwdriver down.

“Sup kid?”

“How did you and Captain Marvel meet?” She asked.

You hummed a bit, leaning against the wall of ship.

Monica looked up from some of the research you had laying around, and she walked over, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, how exactly did you two meet?”

“Well, to put it simply, she saved my life. I was doing some work for shield, I think you may have been there actually Monica, the undercover mission I did?”

“Yeah, I remember it. You never came back after, everyone said you went straight into another.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“No, I was badly injured.”

You watched as Carol walked in, trying to tend to a few of her injuries and you rolled your eyes.

Snapping your fingers to get her attention you gestured to the chair you had pulled in front of you and she sat down.

You began to tend to her wounds, and you looked at Kamala who had a few minor injuries and gestured to a chair and then the spot next to Carol.

Kamala did that, and you held up a hand to her.

“How has was it?” Kamala asked.

“The reports said it was some minor injuries, nothing much to worry about.” Monica replied.

Carol scoffed.

“Minor? I swear I have never seen someone bleed so much.”

You smacked the back of her head and went to tending to Kamala’s injuries.

“Unfortunately I’ve been stuck with her since, she just won’t leave for some reason.” Carol said.

“Alright, you know what, I won’t help you then. I’m going to go annoy fury.”

Everybody laughed.

“Keep laughing, I’ll do it.”

You gave the two a thumbs up, letting them know that you were done, and you went back to what you were working on.

You grabbed a few more things and you added them, and then you walked over to the three women.

“Here, one for each of you.”

“What is it?” Kamala asked.

“(Y/N) has a particular skill for making things, looking at this I’d guess defence of some sort?” Monica asked.

“Yeah, close. It’s filled with small particles of light I compressed. They’re designed to respond to injury, and will act as a temporary solution if you need it until you can seek medical attention.”

“Woah, that’s possible?” Monica asked.

You nodded, leaning against the ship wall.

“Her powers allow her to control and recode the construct of light. Using it to her advantage for what she needs.” Carol said.

“You’ve been studying.” You smirked.

“I’ve had no choice.”

You grinned a little, and Monica looked at you.

Usually she was used to you flirting with every woman in sight, sure you would date women but you wouldn’t be all thay committed to them when it came down to them.

You weren’t a cheater, that was one thing you weren’t.

But you were known for ending relationships just because you were bored, or just for fun.

You were the kind of woman everybody wanted, that every woman wanted to be.

Smart.

Beautiful.

Strong.

Dangerous.

You were the whole package deal.

But she did notice when it came to Carol you were different, gentle, caring, you gave her every ounce of attention you had.

“Oh, by the way, Monica, I’ve been going over your research, and I think we can find a way around it if you can tolerate to be around me long enough to go through it with me?”

She laughed a little, nodding her head.

“You two no powers for at least a few hours, I need Monica to use hers.”

With that you gestured for Monica to follow you, and she decided that you weren’t all that bad, though all the light conflict that had gone on between the pair of you had become normal for you two

[call-sign-shark]

✨Bleeding Knuckles ✨

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x YN "Fire" Gibbs

Summary: Rooster meets Gibbs' daughter at the boxing gym. She's ferocious, strong and she's a boxer, but she is in pain. And Rooster relates to it. Now he is here, and he won't let anything hurt you anymore., not even yourself.

Words: 940 (Blurb - Boxer!Reader and NCIS crossover)

Pls reblog if you like the idea, so that I know if ppl wants to know the whole angsty but fluff story behind my idea

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It all started with Bradley counting every time it hurt. This is what Carole had taught her son to help him cope with life's disillusion. Grievance, anger, mourning... Bradley had experienced them all, and they all left a scar deep within his soul. This is why he had started boxing - to evacuate all the negative and brutal turmoil his soul was undergoing. Since then, he kept boxing as a tradition but also as a way to work out during his free time. For sure, he worked a lot and could not go to the boxing gym as much as he wanted, but today Maverick granted him a leave. After weeks of harsh training, Rooster could relieve the stress that had accumulated within. Each blow against the punching bag felt like a sweet release.

One punch for the excruciating training.

One punch for Hangman, just because he is a dick.

One punch for his ex, who had just broken up with him weeks ago.

He was about to throw another punch at the poor hanging bag when the sound of a girl grunting in pain snapped him out of his thought. Rooster stopped and swept the room with his warm hazel eyes. There he saw her ... It was Leroy Gibbs' daughter - oh, he had only caught sight of her once, but he had found her so attractive that he could not forget her beautiful face.

The girl was hitting her punching ball as if her life depended on it. She was staring at it, her brows frowned, and her wet, shining lips were curled up as a wild feline hissing at his enemy. She threw a brutal punch, so brutal that the chain from which the punching bag was hanging produced a loud jiggling sound. No one quite noticed her, for the place was almost empty and the few men training here were packed together at the weight section, at the other end of the gym. Rooster took off his thick red boxing gloves, far too busy observing her to keep it up with his training. He ran one of his hands through his sweaty blonde curls, some of them sticking to his temples and forehead.

"Fuuuuuuck you!"

You growled, louder. The violence with which your first hit the bag was so ferocious that the skin on your knuckles -already damaged by one full hour of enraged boxing- broke open. Bradley thought you would stop beating that poor punching bag now that you wounded yourself, but you kept hitting it again and again. Blinded by a destructive rage, your body seemed desensitized to pain. Self-control broke down, you were a wild fire.

If at first the pilot had been intrigued and amused by your determination, he grew worried. Rooster easily recognized the sparkle of hatred that was shining in your teary and infuriated eyes, for he had the same look years ago. He clenched his jaw as he noticed you smearing your blood all over the punching ball with your wounded knuckles - he was torn between conflicting feelings. Somehow, your problems were your business, not his. His life was already busy enough and, to be true, he had his own mishaps to deal with. But, his inner voice reminded him of the time he had been like her - lost, filled with rage and sadness. He would have loved someone to take care of him. Or just someone to tell him that everything will be fine, at least. Rooster sighed and walked towards you.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

You hissed through your teeth. Sweat burning your eyes, blood dripping from your hands, you growled again and punched the bag with all your remaining strength, the movement directly coming from your whole shoulder. Yet, your knuckles never met the smooth surface of the bag, for someone had grabbed your elbow and forced you to stop. Surprised, you turned and glared at the man who was holding your arm firmly.

"Hey, calm down girl." Bradley's deep voice was candy-coated with an indescribable softness. It was the first pet name that came to his head

"Leave me alone!" You hissed again, showing your teeth.

"I know you are angry but you are bleeding."

His words pulled you out of your blinding hatred. You blinked several times, chasing away the beads of sweat that had formed on your eyelashes. Then, your eyes looked where Rooster's irises of honey pools were staring at. Red and warm blood was oozing from slits on each of your knuckles. As soon as your brain realized it was your hand, an unpleasant tingling pain blossomed at their spot. You winced, then looked at the tall blonde and curly man that was in front of you. Rooster gently released your arm.

"Nevermind." You chased away his hand with a hasty movement and turned around, back to him. You really did not want to talk at the moment.

Rooster hesitated: should he leave you? He shook his head. Something had attracted him, something that he had seen in your eyes. Your pain and his were similar. This sole observation was enough to convince him he was taking the right decision. No matter what happened, he would be there for you.

"Are you sure you're good?"

Six words.

One deep yet caring voice.

It was all it took for tears of anger to overflow.

Rooster gently pressed one of his large, warm, and calloused hands on your shoulder. Looking at you with concern, the pilot's fingers closed around your clavicle to anchor his presence. He was there, and he wanted you to feel it.

"There, it's okay."

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Don't ask me what I'm doing. Can't be productive today so I wanted to write a little blurb with reader as an angry brawler girl, a good boxer, and Gibb's daughter.

[strangerthingsfan-fics]

Give me them now steve harrington x Fem!hargrove reader

Warnings- swearing,kissing,self harm,suicidal thoughts/behaviour,smoking, mentions of abuse,mental health

Being a hargrove sibling you get a lot of shit especially from Neil and Billy. Susan and max care about you loads. But neil abuses you most more than Billy and your always scared to go home so tonight you went to Steve’s house with 5 packets of cigarettes you love it at Steve’s because he accepts you and is there for you especially when you was self harming he’s always been terrified about it happening again because he dosent want you to go through that again but instead of self harm it was suicidal thoughts now

You carol tommy and Steve was sat in his back yard smoking but you was smoking quickly and a lot steve looked at you

“Why do you smoke so much” Steve asked

“You smoke because you enjoy smoking I smoke to die” you reply

“Yn give me those” Steve says sternly

“No I’m not giving you my cigarettes” you say

“Give me them now yn” Steve says getting up to get them off you

Carol and Tommy grab them out your hands and pass them all to Steve and Steve put them in the bin underneath rubbish and he sat down with you again pulling you under his arms and against his chest letting you feel safe in his arms

[drghostwrite]

Id really love some walking dead carol x reader fic pretty pls

i love angst so maybe carol and reader are out on a run and something happens to reader, she gets hurt and carol has to try and stop the bleeding and has to get her back to the prison. she stays with her. maybe rick is like “carol we need you to-“ “no. absolutely not. I’m staying with her”

haha yes!… okay I’m still working on the other one but here’s the first, lmk whatcha think!

Paring: Carol x reader, walking dead characters x reader

Summary: read above.

******************************************************** you heard the screen door closed as someone walked into the house. You were sitting at the table running over inventory and rechecking maps, “Hey Y/N” Rick said gently sitting down next to you.

“Hey” you said taking a hand and letting it swipe through your hair.

“So Carol told me you think we need to do another run.”

“oh.” You said with a light chuckle, “she doesn’t think I’m ready.”

“Well considering last time.”

“Rick, I’m okay, I did everything I could… which wasn’t enough, I’m okay.”

“Y/N, it’s okay, you lost…”

“I said I’m okay, not that I wanted to talk about it.” You cut him off and he slowly nodded in understanding.

“okay, then I guess it’s up to, the team is waiting, I’ll go let them know.”

“thank you.”

you made your way out to the garage, where you had all your running gear, you slipped on your vest checking to make sure everything was in the pockets. You drove your jeep out until you saw the team, pulling up you lowered your sunglasses, “roll out!”

they all piled in Carol climbed in next to you not saying a word, you pulled up just outside the area and got out, “okay we can’t drive any further so we’re on foot, everyone stay alive and alert and if we see anything alert the team.” You turned to lead the team forward, Carol trailed behind you huffing you could feel her eyes burning into you.

as you made it in the building you quietly slipped in, “okay team get what you can and meet back here.” Everyone split up, you gathered supplies and while walking past a room you heard Maggie talking to Carol, “you really think she’s not ready?”

“ready?… no way in hell, she lost…”

“I’m fine,” you said stepping in.

“Are you?”

“Carol…” you gave her a look, don’t start written all over your face.

“Y/N you’re not okay, you shouldn’t be here!”

“right!… none of us should be here, the world is a mess and honestly it’s not easy living like this… I’m no doctor and yet I try to save lives and sometimes it doesn’t work… the amount of family and friends that I have lost… you’re all I have left, I can’t just stop.”

“Y/N wait that’s…” Maggie started.

“no no you don’t get it, you depend on me I can’t stop and grieve, I can’t stop and process I have to keep going we all have to keep going.” That’s when you heard the crunch as someone stepped on fallen debris in the hallway, you spun on your heels to see a young girl standing there no older than 17, tear tracks were running down the dirt on her face. You looked at Carol and Maggie, you squatted down as to comfort her, “hey sweetheart, who are you?”

“I um…”

“are you here alone?”

“yea, er… kinda, I came with a group but they’re all dead now, I’ve been wandering trying to stay safe.”

“oh okay well, we’re safe, you can come with us if you want.” You said hearing a slight huff from Carol but she knew you couldn’t resist, the young girl nodded. That’s when you heard it the dragging of feet and moans, a heard had found you and you needed to get out quickly.

“okay, my name is Y/N, this is Carol and Maggie…”

“I’m Kate…”

“okay Kate, follow us we’re gonna get out of here.” She followed as you peaked out seeing shadows on the wall, you waved everyone forward following up last, you weaved your way through hallways trying not to alert any more walkers, that’s when you felt it something in your gut said it wasn’t right, you spun around to watch as Kate took a step towards an adjoining hall. You all followed but that’s when you saw the shadow cast, you quickly pulled her back one arm wrapping around her shoulders as the other cupped her mouth.

“we need to get back to the truck.” Carol aggressively whispered.

“I know, I know…” you said thinking of a plan, “okay when I say go we go, I’ll be last, follow this hall it should take us to a set of metal doors that we can sit behind us.”

“okay… so we essentially lock them in.”

“exactly,” you peaked around the corner, “so on my count we go…” you looked again, “okay go, now, run!”

you all took off running hearing as the walkers quickly noticed your location, weaving through hallways you saw the final set of doors you watched as Carol and Maggie slammed into them, “ugh locked…”

“Maggie get them undone, now!” You yelled turning with your gun to fire off some shots.

“on it, one sec… just one second.” She mumbled, messing with the lock. You started pushing back the hallway pulling the machete off your back and cutting down any walkers in your path.

“okay got it!… Y/N I got it.”

“okay someone cover me… as soon as i come through those doors close them!” You turned and took off running, bullets wizzing by your head, you leaped through the doors as they slammed closed behind you, rolling over and taking in the fresh air. You laid there for a minute before getting up, but you stumbled and immediately felt pain rolling through your body.

“Y/N you’re bleeding…” Carol watched concerned.

“I um…” you looked down to see you shirt sticking to you coated in blood, thick red streams ran down your fingers to your wrist.

“omg I shot her, no no no…” Kate started freaking out. You collapsed on the ground, “get her to the truck now!” Maggie scrambled but quickly turned and ran for help, Kate in tow.

You heard heavy footsteps as Rick rounded the corner, “what the…”

“She’s been shot…”

“Carol we gotta…”

“No, Rick…”

“Carol…”

“No absolutely not, I’m staying with her, we’re taking her back, she’ll be fine she’s stronger than that.”

“Carol?” Rick pressed again.

“Rick Grimes I swear to God, we are not leaving her here, she wouldn’t do that to us… we gotta save her!”

“okay… okay, we need to get her back the prison, asap.” He said scooping you up as you made you way back to the vehicles.

next thing you knew you were waking up in the infirmary office, white bandages wrapped around you abdomen, a distraught Carol stood in the other room watching you through the window, seeing your eyes flutter open she rushed in.

“ugh you’re okay…”

“yea unfortunately…” you chuckled.

“Kate, the young girl, she’s safe asking to see you she feels horrible and Maggie and Rick are worried half to death.”

“but none as much as you?”

“I-I…” she stumbled over her words.

“it’s okay… I’m okay” you said before leaning back again. “I’m living through the apocalypse but I’m okay.” You laughed to yourself before falling back asleep, wondering if this was all a nightmare and this would be the time that you get to wake up.

[silver-pieces]

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Oneshots & Drabbles

Divine Gifts - 14/12/22 ~ Carol takes a bath on an alien planet with you as her servant. (Carol Danvers x (afab) gn!reader)

[thatonebrazilian]

Y/N: That’s ridiculous. Natasha doesn’t have a crush on me

Yelena: Yes she does

Carol: Yes she does

Natasha: Yes I do

[lesbesapphic]

Illicit Affairs - Masterlist

A Sorority Leader Wanda AU

Summary - Alpha Phi Omega. To outsiders, it seems like a normal sorority group being led by a strong leader, Wanda Maximoff but from inside it isn't anything like that. Filled with social hierarchy and cruel bullying by the seniors. It is a playground except nobody is playing around.

Amidst all this, Y/N is developing a huge crush on her sorority group president, Wanda who is untouchable to everyone around. An Enchantress. People flock around her. What happens when Y/N mess up and the president decides to deal with her? Will Y/N end up learning some unwanted Dark secrets of the group?

Warning - Individual warning for each chapter but still some of the major one are Dark Wanda, Manipulative Wanda, manhandling, Top!Wanda, spanking, slapping, etc.

A/N - Many of you might be aware of my situation and if you wish to support me for my work in a materialistic way. It would be really helpful. No pressure though.

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Current goal is just 100 dollars or 50 dollars to reach the rent of the next month.

Series

Illicit affairs pt 1

Illicit affairs pt 2

Illicit affairs pt 3

Illicit affairs pt 4

Illicit affairs pt 5

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Headcanons

Jealousy (NSFW)

Punishment (NSFW)

Movie Night (NSFW)

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No particular order to read. Feel free to send more blurb asks for the au.

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Some little drabbles about Wanda and Y/N. Not going to tag each one since it isn't that big. Putting one here. Feel free to send in more.

It all will be under the hash tag 'Illicit affairs au asks'. Tagging one so you all can easily navigate.

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A/N- Thank you so much Everyone! For the support and love you all have given this AU. It means alot. And for your support.

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Characters Nick Goose Bradshaw, Bradley rooster Bradshaw, Y/n Bradshaw and Carole Bradshaw

Y/n is 4 and Bradley is 6

Y/n up past her bed time

Y/n : dad I had a bad dream can you read to me?

Nick: of course my little princess

An hour after Nick got Y/n back to sleep

Bradley: daddy

Nick : what is it buddy?

Bradley: I thought I heard a sound under my bed will you come see?

Nick : of course buddy.

3 hours later

Y/n & Bradley: daddddddd.

Carole: kids let your poor father sleep

[awake-dearheart]

Bound To Break [Part Four]

moodboard by @angelic-holland

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Summary: Andromeda and Perseus feel they’re made for each other. They know they’re meant to be together, even if the gods say otherwise. Even their constellations are together. When Zeus issues a decree that they defy, his fury forces them apart. Is their love strong enough to overcome even the will of the gods?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, blood, death, the most gut-wrenching angst I’ve ever written holy shit

Word count: 8773 (hahahaha)

A/N: I um....yeah. I wish I had a better explanation for why I did this but I don’t. I just enjoy causing pain. But in all seriousness, I love this little mini series and I’m so happy with how it ended. Thanks to everyone who’s been along for the ride! If you need a refresher on who’s who, here’s the cast list.

The thunder of Zeus’ rage echoed throughout the whole of Olympus as he stormed through the gates, not even bothering with the formality of stopping to greet Athena, who sat befuddled at the desk. Zeus stomped past him and through the crumbling streets that composed what was left of Olympus.

In the five years since Y/N had left Zeus’ temple in Greece, Olympus had felt the brunt of his rage. When he wasn’t destroying random buildings with bolts of lightning, he was terrorizing the citizens, keeping them living in a constant state of fear. Nearly every home had holes or scorch marks from lightning blasts. Stones randomly crumbled from the palace walls. Perseus and Andromeda’s old home had been burnt to cinders years ago. Olympus had fallen into uncontrolled chaos and the residents couldn’t remember the last time they had seen a clear and cloudless sky. The only thing in the entire kingdom that had been spared Zeus’ wrath was the oak tree in the center of the palace grounds.

The king continued through the grounds and into the palace where he was greeted by a frazzled and anxious-looking Hermes.  

“Your Majesty,” Hermes greeted with a bow. “How did it go?”

“How do you think it went?” Zeus snapped, pushing past him toward the stairs. Hermes recognized the path he was taking and blanched in fear.

“M-my liege,” he stammered. “Perhaps a reprieve for the prisoner is in order?” Zeus stopped in his tracks, turning slowly back to Hermes with murder and lightning in his eyes.

“You dare to give me orders?” he hissed through his teeth.

“N-no! Of course not, Your Majesty,” Hermes faltered. “But my job is to advise, and as your advisor I feel I must remind you that Perseus is weak. Your current rage is palpable, and I fear he may not survive it. If he dies, you’ll have lost your only bargaining chip.” Both gods were quiet for several moments while Zeus considered his words. Hermes waited with bated breath, flinching each time the thunder rolled outside.

“About time you proved yourself useful,” the king said finally, causing Hermes to let out the breath he’d been holding. “I’ll leave him be for now. He’s more useful to me alive anyway. This visit to Earth was just the first. Andromeda is bound to break sooner or later.” Without another word, Zeus turned and left the hall. Hermes waited until he rounded the corner before turning and making for his own chambers.

Over the centuries, Hermes had made it a habit to collect things from the other immortals. Some of them were sentimental, others more practical, but all of them served a purpose. As he closed his chamber door quietly behind him, Hermes hoped the one he was looking for would be powerful enough to help. He made his way across the room to a trunk he kept at the foot of his bed. It creaked when he opened it and he froze in place, eyes darting around the room. When he was sure he was alone he opened it the rest of the way and looked over the collection inside; a pair of rose-colored glasses from Aphrodite, a small plant gifted to him by Demeter, and a Cerberus fang he had taken on a trip to the Underworld. Hermes dug through the trunk until he found the relic he was looking for and eventually lifted out a small, clay jar. Apollo had promised him eons ago that the contents of this jar could heal any injury.

“You better be right,” he murmured to himself as he tucked the jar into a small bag he kept at the end of the bed. He was about to close the trunk when Hermes noticed something at the bottom. The sword had been sitting there for so long he had forgotten about it until this moment when he picked it up and let the dust fall from the blade. More resolved than ever he stood and shut the trunk, stowing the sword beneath his cloak and walking to his window. His staff rested against the sill and Hermes lifted it to his eyes.

“It’s time,” he whispered against it. “Meet me at the gate in fifteen minutes.” He thudded the staff against the ground once and four separate golden feathers flew through the sky. Not waiting to see where they ended up, Hermes turned and left the chamber.

As he made his way through the ruined castle, Hermes felt like a stranger in the only home he’d ever known. The path he traveled was familiar to him, but the walls surrounding it felt almost alien after all they’d been through. He descended the steps into the dungeon slowly, cursing under his breath when he saw Hephaestus on guard duty.

“Hermes?” the smith asked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “What are you doing down here?” Hermes swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat before he spoke.

“You know why I’m here, Hephaestus,” he replied softly. The color drained from his companion’s face and he started shaking his head quickly.

“Look, man,” Hephaestus protested. “I like you, and I know you like the kid and all, but I can’t let you do this. You’re talking about treason.”

“I’m talking about much more than that,” Hermes cut in. “You’ve seen what’s happened to our home since she left. If it continues, I don’t know how much longer we’ll have a home left. This isn’t just about reuniting long-lost lovers, Heph. This is about saving Olympus.” The two gods stared at each other for some time without moving or speaking. Eventually, Hephaestus dropped his gaze to the floor, sighing heavily.

“You’re right,” he said softly. “But Zeus is our king. We can’t go against him.”

“We can if we win,” Hermes replied. “And I know how we can.”

“Enlighten me,” Hephaestus said, looking up from the ground. Hermes pulled back his cloak, producing the sword he’d found in his trunk.

“Take this,” he said, handing over the blade. “Perseus can wield it, but it needs something more to defeat a god.”

“I think I have an idea,” Hephaestus said with a smirk, taking the sword and turning it over in his hands. “Man, I missed this sword.”

“Reminisce later. Work now.” Hermes put his cloak back into place and held out his hand. “Keys?” Hephaestus nodded and took the keys from the hook on the wall and handed them over.

“What do I do if I get caught?” he asked, finally tearing his eyes from the sword.

“Hope Elysium is waiting for you,” Hermes replied, striding past him into the dungeon. He made his way to the end where he found the strongest of the cells. There, huddled in the corner, was a bruised and beaten Perseus.

“Oh, gods,” Hermes gasped, opening the cell as quickly as he could. When the iron of the bars creaked, Perseus flinched and began to drag himself away from the door.

“N-no,” he whimpered, desperately trying to get away. “Please, no.” Pain gripped Hermes at the sound of utter defeat in Perseus’ voice and he crouched down slowly and held his hand out.

“Perseus,” he said in the softest voice he could muster. “It’s ok. It’s me.” The broken boy raised his head and looked up at the god through swollen eyes.

“H-Hermes?” he asked, confusion and the slightest hint of relief coloring his voice. “Is it really you?” He struggled to sit up and Hermes quickly leaned in to help, propping him up against the wall.

“It’s really me,” he answered. “I’m here to get you out.” Perseus chuckled weakly and closed his eyes again.

“Hope you brought help,” he groaned. “In case you can’t tell I’m more than slightly incapacitated.”

“Lucky for both of us I did then.” Hermes took the bag from his shoulder and reached inside, pulling out Apollo’s jar. He took a generous scoop in his hand and rubbed it gently over the wounds on Perseus’ face. He watched as the ointment began to glow softly. It bathed Perseus’ face in a warm, golden light, and when it faded his wounds had vanished. Perseus brought his hands up to gingerly touch his face, his eyes widening in surprise when he found them all repaired.

“Woah,” he breathed as he looked up at Hermes. “Thank you.”

“Thank me once we’ve got you off Olympus,” Hermes muttered, working the ointment over the remaining wounds.

“Yeah, what’s the plan on that?”

“Don’t worry,” Hermes said with a small smirk. “It’s all taken care of. We’re getting you somewhere safe.”

Y/N woke up late the next day, stretching out in her bed as the sun poured through her windows. For a moment, she thought maybe the confrontation with Zeus had been nothing but a bad dream, but a message chiming on her phone swiftly reminded her.

Dr. Strange: When you come back on Monday we’re reviewing the Rhodes case. Files will be on your desk. Enjoy your day off.

Chuckling softly, she put her phone back on the nightstand. Even on a personal day, the doc had work for her to attend to. The small smile on her face faded as the memory of her altercation with the king came flooding back. She’d called the doctor last night after leaving the café, letting him know she’d be taking a personal day today. He didn’t ask for details and she didn’t give them, just thanked him for understanding. Her sadness over the entire encounter quickly faded into anger, which burned into a renewed sense of hope. Hearing Perseus, as clear as if he’d been standing right beside her, reignited a fire inside her. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew that he’d been hearing her all along. Every prayer she’d whispered had made its way to him and somehow, he’d managed to get one to her. With that knowledge inspiring a confidence she hadn’t felt since she’d fallen from Olympus, Y/N got out of bed and headed to the living room. Books towered on her coffee and end tables, and just as she was about to dive back into them, she heard a knock at her door.

“Oh, by the gods,” she groaned, standing back up. The person on the other side of the door kept incessantly knocking as Y/N made her way to the door, yanking it open roughly. She was prepared to tell whoever it was off but was caught by surprise when she saw Hermes looking back at her. He wore a crisp suit, similar to the ones he donned as his alter ego Tony Stark, and smiled softly at her. Neither of them spoke and Y/N allowed herself to fill with elation at the sight of her old friend. Her happiness was quickly replaced by anger when she deduced the most likely reason for his visit.

“Tell your king he can shove his offer up his ass,” she snapped, folding her arms in front of her chest.

“Well, hello to you too,” he chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint but my king doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe?” she asked coolly, glaring at him.

“Honestly, I don’t care what you believe,” Hermes said, leaning against the door frame. “I came here to bring you something. Call it a peace offering.” Y/N arched an eyebrow and looked him over.

“What kind of offering?” she asked skeptically.

“Turn around and find out.”

The voice. Was it in her head again? Every time she’d let herself feel hope over the last five years it had been snuffed out by crushing disappointment, and she knew if she let herself believe Perseus was really behind her and he wasn’t, she would crumble. She looked up at Hermes with tears already in her eyes, but the god said nothing. All he did was nod over her shoulder, smirking softly. Slowly, she turned around.

It felt like a dream. There, in the center of her living room, bathed in bright sunlight, stood Perseus. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, just like he always had when he was Peter and flashed Y/N a wide, toothy smile. Every cell in her body wanted to run to him, but shock kept her rooted to the spot. Perseus kept smiling at her as his eyes traveled up and down.

“Hey, dream girl,” he said softly, his voice thick. That was all it took. With a sob, Y/N launched herself across the room and into his arms. He grabbed her tight and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and kissing her temple softly.

“I told you I’d never let anything keep me from finding you.” Y/N pulled back to cup his face with tears streaming down her own.

“I never doubted you for a second,” she said with a smile. Chuckling softly, Perseus leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back slowly and wound her arms around him. While their lips were connected, as far as they were concerned, they were the only two people in the world. Hermes shifted in his spot and after several minutes, cleared his throat.

“As touching as this reunion is,” he said sternly. “We do have some slightly pressing matters to attend to.” They finally broke apart and Y/N turned around, stunned at what, or rather who, she saw. Walking past Hermes and into her living room were Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, and Ares. Her mouth fell open as they came to her one-by-one and wrapped her in long-overdue embraces. More tears fell from her eyes and she took turns hugging them all, finally turning back to Perseus and taking his hand.

“I-I don’t understand,” she stammered, “How did you all get here?”

“Sadly, without any kind of fight,” Ares said, sitting on the back of the couch.

“Why is that sad?” Apollo asked, bewildered.

“I haven’t had a good battle in eons,” the goddess of war answered. “I’m getting all itchy.”

“I might be able to help you with that,” Y/N said abruptly. Everyone looked at her with varying expressions of concern on their faces.

“Drom, who are you planning on going to war with?” Perseus asked.

“Zeus,” she replied without hesitation. Hermes sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Artemis shook her head.

“That’s not the plan here, babes,” she said, rubbing Y/N’s arm gently. “You’re mortal now. You can’t fight this fight.”

“This was a rescue mission,” Demeter said. “Step one was getting Perseus out. Step two is getting you somewhere off of Zeus’ radar so we can go back and take him out.”

“They’re right,” Perseus said, squeezing her hand. “It’s too dangerous for you.”

“If any of you think for one second that you’re going to hide me away in some shoebox while you go fight the king of the gods you’ve gone completely insane,” she said, turning to her husband. “All of this happened because of me. Everything he’s done, everything he’s planning, it’s my fault. Do you really think there’s anywhere I’ll be safe from him? The only place I’m really safe is with you guys. And I want my shot at him.”

“She’s right,” Hermes said abruptly, earning a chuckle from Ares.

“Not something I thought I’d ever hear from you,” she smirked. Hermes shot her a look so severe it made even Ares falter before he turned back to Y/N.

“Ever since you told Zeus off in that temple in Greece, things on Olympus have been horrific,” he explained. “He’s gotten more volatile, more unpredictable, and more vicious with every passing day. Our home is in ruins all for his overinflated ego, and that ego means he won’t let you out of his reach for even a second. The last thing he’ll expect is for us to bring you to him. Are you prepared for this?” Y/N felt Perseus squeeze her hand again and she looked back at him and nodded softly, knowing in her gut what she had to do. Perseus stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her again, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. He held him tight and closed her eyes, willing herself to take in just this moment in his arms. Y/N knew that once they did this nothing would be the same, be it good or bad. Perseus seemed to sense it too and held her close until Apollo spoke.

“Not to ruin a beautifully half-baked plan,” he said, perching himself on the windowsill. “But how do we intend to pull this off? He’s…well he’s Zeus. It’s not like I can just put an arrow through his eye and call it a day.”

“I have something that can help,” came a voice from the doorway. Everyone looked up to see Hephaestus leaning against the doorframe. Perseus tensed immediately and pulled Y/N behind him. Artemis and Apollo pulled bows from out of nowhere and took aim while Ares produced a small blade from her belt and Demeter positioned herself between Hephaestus and Perseus.

“No, it’s ok,” Hermes said, holding up a hand. “He’s on our side. Heph helped me get you out.” Y/N looked over Perseus’ shoulder as Hephaestus stepped slowly inside.

“I know I failed you both,” he said, defeat thick in his voice. “There hasn’t been a day since Zeus cast you out that I haven’t regretted my part in it. I can’t take back what I did, but I can do my best to try and make it up to you now.” He took a leather bag off his back and opened it slowly, pulling out a large sword. Perseus gasped softly and stepped toward him.

“I-Is that…?”

“Your sword,” Hephaestus finished for him, handing over the weapon. “Harpe. Hermes found it and since you managed to kill Medusa with it, we figured it might be helpful.” Perseus turned the blade over in his hands as Y/N stepped up with her brow furrowed.

“There’s something different about it,” she remarked, looking the sword over.

“I lined the edges of the blade with bark from the oak tree at Zeus’ palace,” Hephaestus said, nodding. “I don’t know if the legends about it are true, but I thought it was worth a shot.”

“They’re true,” Demeter piped up, eyeing the sword. “I grew that tree for him myself. Its bark is the only thing in all the realms that can hurt him.” Y/N looked up at Perseus, his sword still in his hand, then around the room at the other gods.

“I can’t thank you all enough for what you’ve done,” she said softly. “You’ve given me my love back. Having Perseus and seeing all of you…I can’t put it into words. This next part is going to be big. Life-altering big. If any of you want to walk away, we won’t blame you.”

“Do you really think we went through all of this just to back out now?” Hermes scoffed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, we’re not going anywhere,” Apollo agreed.

“I’m sick of watching Zeus destroy my home,” Artemis said, tightening her grip on her bow.

“No one is safe until we stop him,” Demeter said.

“Like I said,” Ares chimed in, joining her friends. “Itchy.” The group turned slowly to Hephaestus who clutched his chest gently.

“After my heartfelt speech and act of treason you still doubt me?” he asked. “Consider me officially defected.” He stepped up next to Hermes who clapped him on the shoulder and nodded softly. Perseus rubbed Y/N’s arm gently and leaned into her.

“So, what’s the play?” he asked. Turning to her cluttered end table and digging through the stack of books, Y/N finally pulled out the one she was looking for and turned to her friends.

“I found this in a bookstore last year,” she said, holding the book up. “From what I can tell it maps out all the passages the Norse gods talked about. The closest one is in New Mexico.” Hermes looked up at her with a smirk on his face.

“Shall we?”

The immortals gathered at the base of Olympus several hours later, huddled close to avoid being seen. Once they were sure the coast was clear, Hermes nodded to Apollo. The sun god stepped out and aimed his golden bow, firing an arrow across the sky. Everyone watched as it flew in a high arch, slipping behind the clouds to catch the sun and drag it down beyond the horizon.

“What happened to the chariot?” Perseus asked softly.

“Too bulky,” he answered with a shrug. Andromeda chuckled and took Perseus’ hand as they made their way up the mountain as slowly as they could. They kept to the shadows, choosing to take the longer route up the mountainside rather than risk the main staircase. At the top, the path brought them close enough to it to see Athena, nose buried in a book at the top of the stairs. One-by-one, the crept past, careful not to attract attention. Demeter was the last to join them as they passed the gate and headed toward the palace.

The grounds were deathly silent as the immortals made their way through. Perseus and Andromeda walked hand-in-hand as they crept forward, constantly looking over their shoulders. Slowly, Hermes pulled the palace doors open and ushered them inside.

“What the hell happened here?” Andromeda breathed, taking in the crumbling structure.

“Zeus happened,” Ares replied, balling her fists.

“Where is he, Hermes?” Perseus asked, still gripping Andromeda’s hand.

“Most likely in his chambers at this hour,” Hermes said. He started down the hall with the rest of the group close behind.

“What about the throne room?” Andromeda asked as they passed it.

“Not likely,” Artemis replied. “He hasn’t made much use of it since your little display in Greece. Rumor is it’s completely destroyed.” Andromeda gulped slightly and nodded, opting to stay silent. They kept on their way, tension filling the air thickly. The only sound besides their soft footsteps was the occasional roll of thunder in the distance. After what felt like ages, a pair of golden doors shone up ahead of them. Andromeda shivered involuntarily as they stopped, looking back at Perseus as he pulled Harpe from beneath his cloak.

“Are you ready?” she asked him with a shaky voice. He nodded gently and raised his eyebrows.

“Are you?” he replied.

“Not really but we’re here now,” she resigned.

“I still think it should be me,” Ares protested for the tenth time.

“And I’m done debating with you,” Perseus snapped back. “Harpe is my sword and I’m the one who killed Medusa with it. I’ll do it.” The red-headed goddess nodded and pulled a pair of daggers from her belt. Artemis and Apollo readied their bows while Demeter produced a spear from beneath her skirts. Hephaestus, armed with a hatchet, stepped forward and handed Andromeda a small blade.

“It’s not much,” he said with a slight edge of fear in his voice. “But it’s sharp enough to make someone pay attention to you.” She nodded once and turned back to her husband.

“Stay back with Hermes, and only attack if you have to,” he instructed before turning back to the others. “On my count. One…two…three!” At his count, he pulled the doors open and the group charged inside, weapons raised. Andromeda gripped her knife tight as Hermes pulled her into the room and back against the wall. The rest of the group fanned out; weapons aimed at all corners of the room. Andromeda’s eyes scanned with them and dread filled her when she realized the only other person in the room was Hera, seated at the vanity in a navy blue dressing gown, pinning her hair into curls.

“Where’s Zeus?” Perseus demanded, raising his sword. Hera remained silent, only turning around once her last curl was in place. When she spoke, she addressed Andromeda directly.

“I’ve never understood what my husband saw in gutter trash like you,” she spat. “You really are as stupid as you look.” Perseus tensed and tightened his grip on the sword, moving toward her only to be cut off by a bolt of lightning striking in the middle of the room. It flashed brightly and once it faded, Zeus stood in its place. He was accompanied by his brothers, Hades and Poseidon, as well as Persephone, Hestia, Athena, and Aphrodite.

“Now, now, my love,” Zeus said almost sweetly. “There’s no need to be so rude to our guests.”

“Says you,” Hera shot back. “I’m the one who’s had to watch you lust after this child for centuries.” Another bolt of lightning struck, this time just outside the window as Zeus’s face hardened and he turned to his wife.

“Hold your tongue or I’ll rip it out,” he threatened, waiting for Hera’s meek nod before turning back to the intruders. “Relieve these traitors of their weapons and then escort them to the throne room to receive the king’s justice.” Hades, Persephone, and Athena moved forward at his command, collecting weapons from the reluctant rebels. Andromeda managed to find Poseidon’s eyes as Athena was taking her blade and tried her best to plead with her friend without words. He looked back at her and sighed softly before breaking her gaze. Once all their weapons had been collected, Zeus’ minions rounded up the intruders and led them toward the throne room. Perseus found Andromeda and she clung to his hand as they walked, tears filling her eyes. Desperate, she looked to her left and spotted Aphrodite.

“Dite, please,” she begged, too far past terrified to care. “Please, don’t let them do this.” Aphrodite kept her eyes down as Hades stepped in front of Andromeda and slapped her across the face. Perseus managed to keep her from falling to the ground and glared up at the god.

“Keep your mouth shut until someone tells you to talk, traitor,” Hades commanded with fire in his eyes. Before Perseus could charge him, Poseidon stepped between them.

“There’s no need for that, brother,” he said, holding out his arm. Hades shoved it away and looked him over.

“When I want your opinion, brother, I’ll give it to you,” Hades sneered. “If you’re not careful you’ll end up in the same spot as your friends here.”

“You forget your place, Hades,” Poseidon said, drawing himself up to his full height. “You may be king in the Underworld, but up here you’re just my brother.” Dark flames burned in Hades’ eyes and he was about to snap back when thunder crackled outside.

“Enough,” Zeus bellowed, opening the doors to the throne room. He strode inside, the others trailing behind him as he took his place on the large, marble throne. Andromeda looked around and took in the state of the room. Despite the appearance of the rest of the castle, and contrary to the rumors Artemis had heard, the throne room looked to be in pristine condition. Not a speck of dust or debris coated the floor and the throne looked like it was still being regularly polished. Zeus nodded to Hestia who smirked, flashing her red eyes to light the torches around the room. The pilfered weapons were dropped at Zeus’ feet and Perseus squeezed Andromeda’s hand as they faced the king.

“Never, in all my years on the throne, have I endured such disrespect from my subjects,” he said flatly, staring directly at Andromeda. “You sneak into my home in the dead of night with a plan to assassinate your king, and now that you stand before me you don’t even have the decency to kneel?”

“You’re no king of mine!” Andromeda yelled, glaring at him. “You don’t deserve your throne.” Gasps echoed off the walls at her outburst and louder thunder sounded outside the palace.

“And you,” he growled. “Defying my orders and returning to Olympus. This is an offense punishable by death, little one.”

“No!” Perseus screamed, lunging forward. Hades shoved him back roughly, sending him stumbling into Hermes.

“You’re the one who wanted me back in the first place!” Andromeda yelled back at him, reaching behind her for Perseus’ hand. She relaxed slightly when she felt it in hers and from the corner of her eye, she saw Poseidon turn to his brother in confusion.

“What is she talking about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Zeus snapped at his brother, still glaring at Andromeda. “Shut your mouth.”

“You don’t command me anymore, Steve,” she hissed. “I’m not afraid of you. Yesterday, your king came to Earth and told me I could return to Olympus if I never spoke to Perseus again and I agreed to be his and his alone.”

“You went to Earth?” Hades asked, turning to look at his brother. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“Because I didn’t,” Zeus protested, growing angrier by the second.

“Yes, you did,” Aphrodite said meekly from behind him. Everyone in the hall turned to look at her. Zeus was the last to look, finally tearing his eyes from Andromeda. The thunder outside struck again, louder this time as the king glared at Aphrodite with rage in his eyes.

“Aphrodite stay out of this,” Persephone cautioned from behind Hades.

“No, Aphrodite, get involved,” Hephaestus said, taking a step toward his wife. “This has been eating at you for years. Now’s your chance to make it right.” She looked back at Hephaestus with wide eyes, watching as he nodded encouragingly. After a deep breath, Aphrodite spoke while walking forward.

“On the day Zeus banned travel to Earth, he told me to lie to Perseus and Andromeda,” she began, keeping her eyes on her husband. “He told me to tell them that they weren’t soulmates even though I bound their souls myself.”

“Why would he do that?” Athena asked, removing his glasses.

“Because he wanted me,” Andromeda answered before looking back at Aphrodite. “Tell them what else.”

“Yesterday, Zeus took me with him to Earth,” Aphrodite continued. “We found Andromeda and he told me to offer her a deal; if she agreed to be with Zeus, he’d let her come back and Perseus could live out his life on Earth as Peter.” Hades and Poseidon glanced at each other and then back at Aphrodite. As she finished and held out her hand for Hephaestus, a huge bolt of lightning burst through the ceiling, striking her in the chest. The force of the blast knocked her off her feet and across the room into the wall. Hephaestus screamed in agony and ran toward her as she slid to the floor. Andromeda was right behind him, tears already pouring down her face. Hephaestus picked his wife up gently and brushed her hair out of her face as he checked her over. After a moment, he looked up at Andromeda with red-rimmed and tear-filled eyes.

“S-She’s gone,” he whispered. Andromeda let out a broken sob and clapped her hands over her mouth. She looked down at the lifeless body of her friend as the gods behind her started to argue.

“How could you?!” Hestia screamed, causing the flames of the torches to burn brighter.

“You really are a monster,” Hera breathed, backing away from him.

“I did what needed to be done,” the king said coldly. “She was lying.”

“No, she wasn’t,” Perseus challenged. “I heard it all. Andromeda prayed to me when you were there, and I heard it all. Aphrodite was telling the truth.” Slowly, the remaining gods started to realize the truth, and one-by-one began to turn on their king.

“What’s wrong with you?” Poseidon demanded. “Aphrodite was one of us. How could you do this?”

“Watch your tone,” Zeus growled. Outside, peals of thunder boomed louder and more frequently.

“You lied to all of us,” Hades accused. “Forbid us all from visiting Earth while you took little day trips and for what? A bruised ego? Some girl who rejected you?” The others joined in shortly after and soon shouts echoed from every corner of the room. During the chaos, Andromeda saw Hera and Persephone slip a back door behind the throne. As the shouts and demands for answers reached a fever-pitch, Hermes raised his hands and addressed the gods.

“Fellow Olympians,” he called out. “For five long years, we’ve watched as Zeus has laid waste to our home. He’s let his hatred and jealousy run rampant and forced us to pay the price. The time had come to end his reign of terror. Together, we can take back Olympus and return her to her former glory.” The gods cheered and began to yell again when he finished, and Hestia and Athena came to join the rebels. Through all this, Zeus still barely moved. He sat, almost as still as the marble his throne was carved from, with his eyes on Andromeda. She stared right back at him, never so much as flinching as the thunder boomed so loud the walls shook. After a minute, Poseidon stepped forward to speak to his brother.

“Zeus, it’s over,” he said softly. “Come with me.” He reached out and placed his left hand on the king’s shoulder and that seemed to be the last straw. The instant his hand connected another enormous bolt of lightning cracked through the ceiling. Rather than suffering the same fate as Aphrodite, this bolt struck the sea god on the shoulder, severing his arm from his body.

“No!” Hades cried out, running toward his injured brother. Apollo ran forward as Poseidon toppled to the floor, already pulling healing elixirs from his bag. Chaos erupted in the hall again as Artemis and Ares rearmed themselves. Smaller bolts of lightning struck around the room as the gods turned on their king. Zeus paid them no mind, but rather kept his eyes on Andromeda. She waited, holding her breath until his eyes flitted over to his injured brother. When they did, she took her chance. Lunging forward, Andromeda grabbed Harpe and ran toward the throne, raising the blade to strike. She brought it down quickly but at the last second Zeus turned and caught her by the throat. Her eyes widened as his fingers squeezed tight and she felt the sword slip from her grip.

“Let her go!” Perseus screamed. He made a move for the sword, but Zeus was ready. Rage seemed to have cleared the king’s mind and was able to anticipate the young immortal’s move. Lightning struck all around the throne, driving Perseus and the gods back. They looked on in horror at the scene before them.

“Brother, enough!” Hades yelled. “This has all gone too far. You’ve let this girl influence every decision you’ve made for centuries. Let this end and face your justice.”

“If I hear one more word from any of you, I’ll kill you all,” Zeus seethed. The remaining immortals fell silent at his threat, watching as Andromeda struggled against the king’s grip on her throat. Zeus leaned in until his face was mere centimeters from hers, so close she could see the lightning striking around the throne reflected in his eyes.

“Despite your continued insolence, I’m willing to give you one last chance,” he whispered, his breath fanning over her face. “Be mine or suffer the consequences.” His features hardened as he looked over her like his prey and Andromeda felt herself shiver. He loosened his grip by a fraction, and she clenched her jaw hard. Knowing what she was about to do would seal her fate, she said a silent farewell to Perseus, looked up at the king, and spit in his face.

“Go fuck yourself.”

The lightning blast that struck the outside of the palace made the one that had killed Aphrodite sound like a firecracker. The ceiling that had been so well cared for splintered and cracked, sending chunks of it hurtling to the ground. Zeus retightened his grip on Andromeda’s throat and stood, stepping forward. Perseus attempted to make for his sword again, but another lightning strike knocked him back.

“I’ve had enough of you, child,” he said, low enough that only she could hear. “I’ve given you every opportunity to live a comfortable life here with me, and you’ve continued to refuse me. I thought your little vacation to Earth might have made you see reason, but I can see we’re beyond that. The time for deals is done. All that’s left now is judgment.”

“Let her go!” Perseus screamed again. “End this!”

“The only question is how to punish you,” Zeus continued, ignoring Perseus’ pleas. “I could just kill you, but that would be too easy. Hermes has proven he can’t follow commands and would conspire to travel between the realms and bring you back from the Underworld. After this, maybe even with my own brother’s help. And it’s obvious Perseus will never stop fighting for you.”

“Gods, you really do love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” Andromeda rasped in his grip. Growling deep in his chest, Zeus spun her around to face her husband.

“And you still haven’t learned it’s not wise to goad me, have you?” he hissed in her ear. “The punishment I’ve devised for you is one worse than death. Say goodbye to your husband. Tell him how much you love him.” Andromeda bit back the sobs that threatened at her throat and locked eyes with Perseus. He already had tears pouring down his face and Demeter was holding him back from being struck by the lightning.

“Andromeda,” he sobbed, struggling in Demeter’s grasp.

“I love you, Perseus,” she said, feeling the tears start to fall from her own eyes. “My hero.”

“I love you too, my dream girl,” he said, still fighting to get to her. Zeus rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Always with the nicknames,” he said. “How touching.” He kept a firm grip on the back of Andromeda’s neck with one hand and raised the other in front of her face. Andromeda took a deep breath and kept her eyes on Perseus, readying herself for what was to come. She could vaguely register the shouts of the other immortals, but she couldn��t make out what they were saying. All she could do was watch as Zeus raised his hand and snapped.

At first, she thought Zeus had granted her the mercy of a painless death. She felt nothing and waited, watching her husband and waiting to meet her end. Then, just as she was about to turn to Zeus, something happened. Demeter gasped and let go of Perseus, looking down in terror. He stumbled away from her and fell to his knees in front of Andromeda. She tried to free herself to get to him but Zeus’ grip on her didn’t falter. Perseus looked up at her with wide eyes and tried to speak, and it was only then that she realized what was happening. Andromeda watched, frozen in fear, as her husband started to fade into dust in front of her. He tried several times to call out to her but each time nothing but small puffs of dust passed his lips.

“PERSEUS!” she screamed, fighting to get to him. Zeus dug his fingers in tighter, refusing to let go until all that remained of Perseus was a small pile of ashes on the ground. Then, and only then, did he throw her down next to them. She reached out with a shaking hand, hoping somehow this wasn’t real, but knowing as soon as she touched the soft ashes that it was. Zeus wasn’t lying when he said her punishment was worse than death. Silent sobs ripped through her as her tears pooled on the floor beneath her. Behind Zeus, Hades and Apollo had managed to help Poseidon to his feet.

“Zeus…what have you done?” a bewildered Poseidon asked. Andromeda turned her head a fraction of an inch to get a better look at him. It seemed Apollo hadn’t been able to reattach his severed arm, but Poseidon had managed to reform a new one from water. It reflected the light of the lightning outside, almost metallic looking as he challenged his brother.

“I’ve taken care of my problem,” Zeus answered with a shrug. “Now, it’s as if he never existed. Nice and simple.”

“Simple?” Hades scoffed. “This is despicable, and that’s coming from me. You’ve crossed a line here.” Zeus ignored them both and walked over to Andromeda still weeping on the floor.

“I hope this serves as a reminder to never cross me again,” he whispered in her ear. “Then again, since you’ll be spending the rest of your days in a jail cell, I suppose it doesn’t much matter.” She looked up at the king through her tears and balled her fists.

“I won’t let you get away with this,” she swore. Zeus simply chuckled and grabbed her face, kissing her firmly. She struggled against him as he held her in place, only pushing her back to the ground when he was done.

“I already have,” he mocked, turning to walk away. Andromeda laid where she fell, next to her husband’s ashes, and watched him with defeat and grief filling her chest. She closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate when something brushed against her hand. She blinked her eyes open and looked down, her eyes widening in shock. A small stream of water was flowing past her, carrying Harpe into her hand. Almost on instinct, her hand wrapped around the hilt as she looked up to see Poseidon’s steel-blue eyes on her. Slowly and deliberately, he nodded once. She nodded in return and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm her shaking nerves. Gathering her strength, Andromeda pushed herself to her feet and charged at the king with the sword raised, screaming incoherently. She swung the sword at him as he spun on the spot, catching her wrist in both of his hands. The tip of the sword managed to just break the skin above his heart, causing a single drop of blood to fall. He looked into Andromeda’s eyes with genuine shock on his face for the first time in eons. She pushed against his hands in a desperate attempt to drive the sword further in, surprising everyone in the room with the strength she displayed.

“Insolent girl,” Zeus panted, fighting against her. “I am Almighty Zeus, King of the gods. Who are you to defy me?” Sweat dotted both of their brows as they fought for dominance. Andromeda could feel her grip slipping and her strength waning with every passing second, and just as she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, her eyes fell on Perseus’ ashes. Gritting her teeth, she looked up at Zeus with fire in her eyes.

“I’m a hero,” she answered. Planting her feet firmly and mustering every ounce of strength she had, Andromeda let out a roar and pushed against the sword. Zeus’ grip slipped slightly, and the sword plunged into his chest all the way up to the hilt. His eyes widened in shock as his hands fell and he looked down at the sword that had run him through. Andromeda stared at it with him for a moment before pulling it out, sending Zeus staggering back into his throne with his hands clamped over his wound. Lightning started to crackle in his eyes as he looked over to his brothers. They stared silently back at him, offering no help as he started to gasp for air. Everyone fell back as the lightning spread from his eyes over his head and down his torso. With one final look to Andromeda and a blood-curdling scream, Zeus exploded in a giant blast of lightning.

The peal of thunder that followed Zeus’ death seemed to last forever. When it finally ended it took the clouds that had gathered with it, and for the first time in five years, the Olympians could see the stars. Andromeda fell to her knees and began to cry again, letting the sword fall from her hand. Her friends watched her in stunned silence. They looked back and forth at one another, none of them sure what to do or say, or even if anything could console her. They could only stand there, still as the statues that filled their temples, watching as she broke in front of them. Finally, and quite surprisingly to everyone, Hephaestus dragged himself to his feet. He staggered over to Andromeda and flopped down next to her, taking her hand gently in his. Neither of them spoke. They just sat silently, hand in hand. His sorrow mimicked her own, bleeding from his soul into hers, connecting them in the worst way imaginable. After a time, Andromeda looked up at the gods until she found who she was looking for.

“Can you bring him back?” she asked Hades desperately.

“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Zeus didn’t just kill him, he obliterated him. His soul…his essence doesn’t exist anymore. There’s nothing to bring back.” For the first time since they’d met, Andromeda saw actual remorse in his eyes. His apology now was for so much more than his inability to bring her husband back. She nodded slowly and sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her free hand. Poseidon sighed softly and walked forward, crouching down in front of her.

“Rommie,” he said gently. “We can’t stay here.” Her eyes met his as a fresh wave of tears spilled out and she grabbed at his flesh arm.

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” she whispered.

“Let’s start by getting off the floor,” he suggested, moving to help her up. Andromeda stared at the ground as Poseidon and Hephaestus helped her up, her eyes once again falling on Perseus’ remains. And that’s when it hit her. The clarity of what she had to do now dawned on her as if Apollo himself had raised it.

“Hermes,” she called out. “Can you send me back to Earth?” Poseidon froze in front of her as she turned to face a stunned Hermes.

“Y-you want to go back?” he asked.

“Maybe take a little time to think things over,” Athena suggested, his voice thick. Andromeda finally took a look around and saw how disheveled the gods were. Every one of them had tear streaks down their faces, even Ares. Hestia was still on the ground over Aphrodite. Seeing them like this only cemented for Andromeda that she didn’t belong.

“I don’t need time,” she said, looking around the room. “I was never supposed to be here. Perseus and I…we wanted to go home. That’s what started this whole thing. And now he’s gone. Zeus took my immortality. I don’t belong here anymore. It’s past time for me to live out my life.” By the time she finished speaking, most of the remaining gods were in tears again. Poseidon turned her gently to face him, a single tear falling from his eye.

“Rommie, I need you to understand something,” he said. “If we send you back, that’s it. With Zeus gone, it’s going to be chaos up here. For centuries. Hera will want your head. Olympus will be locked down for the rest of your mortal life. This is a one-way ticket.” More tears fell from his eyes as he spoke, and Andromeda reached up and brushed them away.

“I understand,” she whispered, nodding gently. “Please, Poseidon.” The sea god leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, sighing softly. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“The favor of the gods,” he mumbled against her skin. “It will take you to Elysium when you die.” He pulled back and looked down at her with a watery smile.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling softly back at him.

“Live well, Andromeda,” Poseidon said, letting her go slowly. She held onto his hand until the distance was too great, and eventually turned to face Hermes.

“I’m ready,” she said before looking over her friends one last time. “I love you all. Thank you.” Hermes placed a hand on her shoulder and just as they were about to leave, Poseidon cried out.

“Wait!”

Every head in the room turned to him as he held his hand out. He swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath before he spoke again.

“I can’t bring Perseus back,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “But I can give you something else you’ve lost.” Andromeda and the others watched in confusion as Poseidon kneeled to scoop up Perseus’ ashes. He walked them carefully over to a window that had been blown open during Zeus’ rage, and with another deep breath he blew them out among the stars. Andromeda felt her heart thud in her chest as the stars started to glow brighter in the sky. The constellations shifted in their places until two she recognized came into view. She let out a choked sob as Poseidon reunited her and Perseus in the heavens.

“I know it’s not the same as having him back,” he said, turning to her. “But hopefully this is a small comfort.” Andromeda tried to speak but nothing came out, so she settled for a small nod as Perseus rejoined his remaining brother. With a final look at the place she once called home, Hermes put a hand on her shoulder and whisked her away.

TEN YEARS LATER

Y/N sat at her favorite table in her favorite cafe, sipping her tea and reflecting on the time that had passed since she’d returned from Olympus. When she’d visited Earth with Perseus, a decade seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Now, on her own, the last ten years had felt like a lifetime. She hadn’t been on Olympus long enough to arouse suspicion, so both her apartment and her job were waiting for her once Hermes had left. Dr. Strange took a liking to her and helped pay her way through nursing school. She worked beside him as a right hand, and though the job was often demanding, he treated her well and she enjoyed the work. Her life was quiet, and she liked it that way.

Nights were the hardest. When they were in season, she would spend hours staring out her window and her and Perseus’ constellations. She still prayed, only now she included all her old friends as well as Perseus. She told them about her life and how much she missed them, and every so often she’d find a little sign that they missed her too. A large snowy owl had taken up residence outside her window, reminding her Hades still had a sense of humor. Demeter made sure all the plants in her home thrived, but her favorite was the dagger Poseidon had sent her. She found it in her bathtub of all places, a small trident carved into the oak handle. She carried it with her everywhere, always tucked safely at her waist as it was now. She felt it there as she read an article on her phone. The Daily Bugle had been writing non-stop about the recent crime wave in the city, and today was no different.

NYC NEEDS SAVING: WHEN WILL A NEW HERO ARRIVE?

Y/N scoffed slightly and scrolled past just as the front door burst open.

“Everyone get down! This is a robbery!”

Two gunshots rang out as customers dove to the floor as ordered. Y/N slid from her chair and onto the floor under her table, chancing a quick look up at the robber. He was young, maybe in his twenties, and his hands shook as he looked over the crowd.

“Nobody try any hero shit or you’re all dead!” he ordered, pointing his gun around the room. Y/N rolled her eyes slightly and sat back, adjusting when she felt her dagger digging into her hip. Suddenly, right next to her ear, a voice she had almost started to forget whispered to her.

My hero.

She whipped her head around, looking for the owner of the voice but knowing he wouldn’t be there. Her hands shook slightly as she looked down at her phone.

WHEN WILL A NEW HERO ARRIVE?

Slowly, she drew the dagger from her hip and looked down. On the hilt, opposite the trident and burned into the wood, were tiny recreations of the constellations she stared at every night. Thunder clapped outside as Y/N looked back up, gripping the oak tight in her hand. She eyed the robber with a small smirk on her face as she crawled out from under the table and readied herself for a fight.

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"TOFFEE"

summary: yn is making toffee but her touchy boyfriend keeps getting in the way. genre: fluff. warnings: none. pairing: theseus scamander x reader. a/n: felt a bit fluffy so decided to write a christmas themed fic even though i don't really like christmas? lol

A honey, coffee Like smell wafted through the house. It was Christmas in Godric's Hollow, and it was Christmas everywhere else. There were a group of carollers outside singing an orchestraic version of "God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs", the jingle of sleighbells echoing as they moved, snow pattering by the window.

You smiled, humming softly to yourself as you wove your wand, the creamy rich toffee folding into tiny shapes in the air: ovals, lovehearts, stars, even tiny gingerbread men, before floating back down into their trays.

You'd wanted to make them different colours, but you were afraid that they wouldn't get eaten. Well, they would, but only by one person... Theseus came from behind, wrapping his arms around you, reaching over with one to dip his finger in the bowl.

It wasn't long before he recoiled, pulling it back out quickly. "Ow," moaned Theseus, "you didn't tell me you'd made it at a hundred degrees." he scowled grumpily at you, freckles crinkling on his face as he looked up to meet your eyes.

Now you were the one who was scowling, "even So, you shouldn't've put your finger in! You've gone and made it revolting." you crossed your arms under his grasp but Theseus merely chuckled, shooting you a cock smile, "that's the first time I've heard you say that about my fingers." and the scowl grew even bigger on your face, "you're disgusting. It's Christmas, for Christ's sake." it was a new slang the Muggle Jacob Kowalski had taught you.

Theseus grinned, "and Christmas is the start of new Life! The miracle of birth..." you rolled your eyes, "that's not even the slightest bit correct." and Theseus pouted, "I read a book the other day, you know. And the Muggles believe this Christ fellow was born on Christmas. It's scientific, apparently."

You rolled your eyes again, "right. And next you'll be saying we live on the back of a giant turtle. Really, Theseus." you snorted loudly, "Muggle fables? You've been spending too much time with Newt's friends." Theseus kissed your neck softly, "I know. But it's just something to consider."

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[sungbeam]

𝐈𝐗. 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖

❝sometimes i can still feel your fingertips over my skin. the soft caress of your figure in my hands—hands that have done awful things, but you never saw me for those sins committed. blood stains everything i touch, and i wish it hadn't stained you, too.❞

pairing. mafiaman!mark x fem!reader

premise. two years following the bombing of his boat, mark lee thinks you, his lover, is dead. except, when intel reaches his ears that tells him that you are, in fact, alive, he's determined to find out how you survived and why you've been hiding from him.

warnings. use/handling of guns, stalker/prowler

word count. 1.8k

a/n: surprisingly, no curse words 💀 unsurprisingly, decidedly not proofread (by me)

"WHO AM I gonna watch the Real Housewives of Chicago with, huh? Who, Yn?" Johnny cried in dramatic anguish as he trailed behind you and Mark. You were presently on the way to the garage, where Mark's car was parked and packed, ready to head out of the main NCT estate and to yours and Mark's own home a little ways away from here. "No one but you understands Gina's genius like I do!"

Mark wrinkled his nose in distaste. "That's ridiculous. The Real Housewives of Vancouver is where it's at. I mean, Carol's totally a closeted lesbian."

You couldn't help but agree. "All she does is hit on Ryuna. She might as well be out." 

A scoff left Johnny's mouth. "Excuse you! I thought we were besties." He had his long arms crossed over his chest, mouth agape like a fish out of water. You had missed this, actually. All of the banter and hilarity. It had been too doom and gloom for you recently. 

Kind of like the night sky tonight. 

In a strange, out of character moment, the city was descended in dark, sapphire clouds covering the night sky from view. There would be no moonlight to guide the road back to yours and Mark's house. It would make for an awfully dark night tonight. 

Once everyone had pretty much given your body the hugs of your life, you and Mark piled into his car and headed for the gates. Your little bit of things had been thrown into the trunk with Mark's overnight bag. He had packed only a few things to take with him to the NCT house since he technically had everything he might need already there, as well, for backup purposes. 

As he cruised through the yawning gates, you noticed Mark's right hand instinctively drift over to rest on your leg, only to hesitate. You took the initiative and grabbed his hand for him, lacing your fingers together, and resting both of your hands in your lap. 

Mark smiled at you, the innocent kind that could light up the night sky. The one that he had first given to you to make you fall head over heels for him all those years ago. "Sorry, that was probably so awkward."

"It's okay, love. I understand." 

His dark eyes twinkled. "I know."

The radio played some soft tune in the background, just enough that it filled the comfortable silence. The drive to your home wasn't long, and soon, Mark was pulling into the front driveway. The house was something from a picturesque Architectural Digest magazine. It boasted gray slate roofs, white picket fences, and emerald green lawn. It was made from polished and sanded pieces of birch and oak wood—the kind of picture perfect suburbia that you and Mark had decided on when you had gone house hunting together. Some kind of getaway from all of the chaos and unconventional lifestyle elements. 

You and Mark entered the house through the garage, both of your things in your respective holds. The house felt colder than it usually was, and you felt the emptiness of it. Two years away, and it had become unrecognizable, as if no one had lived here for that long. 

"I had someone come by and tidy the place up while we were over at headquarters," Mark said as he flicked on the kitchen and living room lights. He paused, taking in your form still standing in the hall and staring at everything. "Hey, babe, you okay?"

You shook from your daze and shot him a smile. "Yeah, m'okay."

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." A giggle fell from his lips as he rushed past you. "Race you up!"

"Oh my god, you child!" But there you were, racing him up the staircase and up to the second floor master bedroom. 

You ended up crashing into him and fumbling over his body and onto the bed, the two of you left in a heap of giggling and joyful mess. You clutched your stomachs from the ache of laughter, staring up at the tall ceilings above you, wondering how time had gone without the other. Without this feeling. The butterflies rushing in your gut, the thrill in your veins, the utter urge to take his face in your hands and confess to him that you were so deeply in—

The sound of a loud chirp pierced the excitement. 

Mark's body immediately tensed. He sat up and stalked over to a small screen by the bedroom door. It was a part of the security system that had been installed into the house when the two of you had moved in.

You slowly padded over to him, hands gently wrapping around his upper arm and peering over to see what was on the screen. "What is it?"

There was a crease between his brows. "The motion detectors were triggered. It could just be an animal, but it's too dark to see."

"I thought Jungwoo-ssi upgraded the sensors to pick up humans, not animals," you said as you both watched the security footage play back in the camera's night vision. The green, grainy footage was a little difficult to see, but there was no mistaking it—that was no animal. 

A beat passed. 

Then, "Stay here."

The command rocked through you like a tidal wave and you were suddenly rooted to the spot as if your feet had been buried in wet sand. Mark whisked out of the room and into your shared closet. You quickly followed, just in time to see the small safe under your vanity swing open. 

A small pistol was tossed to you while Mark tucked his own into the waistband of his pants. You swiftly checked the cartridge before shoving it back into place—it was fully loaded. The laughter from before was nowhere to be found. 

He pressed his lips to your temple as he passed. "Stay here. I'll be right back. Lock the doors."

"Mark, be careful."

He nodded, and then he was gone. You could hear the closing of doors on his way out—he was closing every single door as he passed through them, allowing you to stay in the comfort and safety of the bedroom. 

You rushed back into the main bedroom and shut the lights off, descending the entire house in darkness. Kneeling beneath the security screen, you reached up and locked the master bedroom's door. Via the security screen, you could see that Mark was making his way around the side of the house now through the side gate, pistol primed and ready right in front of him. 

Heart pounding in your chest, you willed your brain to think. Hanbin had always kept an eye on you, but that was because you had never hidden out in a house. It was always hotels and the like. Cars were sometimes difficult, but either way, you both were usually together. In this case, you had to remember instincts from before two years ago. 

You watched the cameras, swiping through screens before setting them up in a grid view. 

But you saw nothing. No movement was picked up. No person moved across the screen. There was absolutely silence. 

You craned your ears to listen. To listen for anything, any signs or sounds at all. 

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. I can't lose him again. Not again.

Seven minutes passed, turned into ten. No signs of Mark or the prowler or whoever that was in the security footage. You were sweating at this point, and itching to get out of this room to see if Mark was okay. Anything could have happened, you told yourself, absolutely anything—

BANG!

It was like a shot to your own body, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. The sound of the shot reverberated into the night, and through your bones. You scrambled to your feet and checked the footage once, twice more. 

Nothing—you unlocked the door and slipped out. 

Now you really had to see if Mark was okay. There was no more waiting at this point. 

You gripped the gun in your two hands as you slowly slid along the wall of the hallway. Your eyes were wide open to adjust to the darkness of the house. It was nearly impossible to see anything, but you found your way to the staircase. 

Before you descended, you took the safety off the pistol and arranged your fingers so they rested near but not on the trigger. You took steady and soft steps down the stairs, one at a time, to prevent any creaking sounds giving away your location. The sound of your heartbeat thundered in your ears at the volume of waves crashing against the shoreline. 

Before taking the step down that would reveal you to just about anyone in the living room and kitchen, you took in a deep breath. Calm, Yn. You can't shoot if you're not calm. 

And you were calm. This was for Mark. He had gone out to risk his life for you, and was possibly on his way to—you almost choked on the word—death. 

That was what powered you down the remaining steps  before taking shelter behind the couch. The remainder of the house was blanketed in a heavy air of silence.

From the garage door hallway, you heard a low creak. It was barely audible, almost like you had imagined it. But at this point, you couldn't deny the spike in your heart rate and maybe the spike of fear, as well. 

You crawled along the length of the couch, using the sectional to guard you from sight and from their range. When you had reached the end, you braced one knee on the ground and began to push yourself up, holding the gun up toward the shadows filled hallway. 

Left foot… right foot… left foot… right…

You'd made it back to the stair railing, partly shielding yourself behind the banister, but still pointing the barrel at the open cavern of darkness. Whoever was there…

And then lights flickered on and your heart could have stopped clean then and there. 

Mark stared wide-eyed at the gun pointed in his face, raised his hands slowly. "Christ, Yn, it's just me."

You nearly collapsed from relief. "Jesus—" You put the safety back on and practically collided into him, throwing your arms around him. "God, Mark."

He held you tightly, his hand gently smoothing over your hair. "I'm sorry I scared you, baby. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?" You suddenly reared back, eyes searching his body frantically for injury. "I heard a gunshot, and I—oh my god, I thought the worst and came out of the room—"

"Hey, hey," he shushed softly, pulling you back to him. "I'm okay. I'm okay, I promise. I fired that shot."

"Did you…?"

He huffed a sigh, "No." And that might have been the worst news of the night.

a/n: will markyn ever catch a break 🤕 tbh i was writing this in the dark first floor of my house and i almost spooked myself so 😃💀

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love love love ur last fic

have you got more in the works???

I sure do!... currently I'm working on a pregnant reader and Carol fic where reader goes into labor on a run, I'm a little over halfway... it's just going to be a very long one. THOUGH I wouldn't mind some more suggestions, they keep me busy and I like that lol.