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gracesimp · 1 year

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Lost Spirit

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY: y/n is a lost spirit - quite literally. She passed away on Earth but somehow found herself inside a blue box floating around in outer space. Can the Doctor save her?

warning: mention of death

Y/n awoke with a loud and deep intake of breath, her body shooting upwards. She brought a frail hand to her head, attempting to rub away the agonising pain, which seemed to help as gradually the pain dulled from unbearable to mild.

Her mind was foggy. All memories had faded away. With furrowed brows, she took a look around and absorbed the unfamiliar surroundings of dimmed lights. Where on Earth was she?

Gingerly, she bent her knees coming to a stand, then cautiously placed a foot forwards. Her balance was wobbly and she almost tripped over her two feet, right hand immediately gripping onto the nearest surface to stabilise herself. She mumbled critical curses under her breath, risking to remove her hand from the weird circular table with buttons and leavers embedded in it.

"Who the hell are you?"

Y/n gasped, noticeably jumping out of her skin and spun around, only to be greeted by a tall man in a suit.

Hot rage began to course through her veins like lava and she straightened her shoulders in an effort to seem more intimidating - which ultimately didn't work since she couldn't conceal the pure terror painted abundantly on her face.

"Who am I?" She scoffed, walking towards the man. "Who are you?" Y/n demanded, poking her index finger on his chest. He raised an eyebrow, neither moving from the finger jab nor bothering to answer. "What do you want with me?"

"What makes you think that I want anything to do with you?" Man with no name huffed.

"Well, why else would you kidnap me?" Y/n's arms flailed in the air and the stranger began to sputter.

"What?! Kidnap you? I haven't kidnapped you! You - you've hijacked my ship or something!" He accused.

Y/n's mouth flew open. The audacity of this strange, albeit handsome, man. "I have not!" She defended. In return he just rolled his eyes, turning away and focusing on some monitor.

"Yeah, sure. Look, whatever petty invasion you planned obviously went wrong," Y/n reduced his voice to background noise and looked around the room, seeking sanctuary. In front of her, she spotted a door and went running, ignoring the yells of protest from the man and flinging the doors open wide for her salvation, only to instead be met by darkness.

A hand on her waist prevented her from falling out. The man must have been fast on his feet in order to get to her so quickly. He allowed her to regain her balance before taking his hand away.

Stars shone bright and ahead she could see a planet. Not Earth. Not Mars. Not any planet she had ever learned about before. Breathing fast, her head reluctantly turned to the man beside her. She gulped, unsure of whether or not to ask the obvious. "Where am I?"

The man studied her for a few seconds. Clothes from 21st century Earth, no obvious alien technology apparent. She was. She truly was human. Baffled, he spoke "You're in space." He watched as she gasped, eyes once again fixated on the stars. "in my spaceship" He continued. "...And time machine." Y/n nodded slowly, trying to accept this as fact, with her eyes still, very literally, starstruck.

"And you are?"

"I'm the Doctor...An Alien." This, for obvious reasons, caught her attention and she looked at him sharply.

"Are you winding me up?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled and shook his head. Her eyes ran down his body, lingering briefly, before meeting his eyes again. "You look human." She concluded.

"Nah, we came first. You look timelord." She muttered a soft 'oh' then went back to looking outside. It was just so beautiful she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Almost like the stars were calling her name, tempting her in. "Who are you?"

"I'm.." Her mouth closed prematurely, eyes narrowing in confusion. She tried again. "I'm.." Very obviously alarmed, she began to stumble backwards. The doctor, picking up on her panicked state, slammed the doors closed and held onto her arm, guiding her to the pilot seat.

"Hey, hey," he hushed. "It's okay, calm down."

"I don't know who I am. Why don't I know who I am?" She cried.

The Doctor just shook his head, offering soft words of comfort. "I'm not sure why but I promise you that we'll find out." He turned his back, hopping over to the over side of the console as the woman slowed her breathing. "Can you come and stand here for me, please?" He asked gently. She barely visibly bobbed her head, making an attempt to slide down from the seat he had placed her in.

He held out his hand, which she gratefully took ahold of, and lead her to a screen that was producing a strange light. "This can scan you. It will tell me the basics : your name, age, family, things like that.." He explained then asked for her consent to be scanned, which she saved her words for and replied with her signature head nod.

A bright green light chased down her face, causing her to squint, then followed down the rest of her body. It stayed still for a moment, almost like it was calculating, then disappeared. Almost immediately after, the blank screen switched on, presenting an honestly not-so-flattering picture of her with basic information to the left.

"Y/n Y/l/n," The Doctor muttered, dragging his fingers down the corner of his mouth. Y/n jumped up, like her name had instantaneously triggered her memory.

"Yes!" She clapped her hands together, smiling wide. "That's me! I'm Y/n!" The doctor faced her, returning the toothy grin and placed his hand out for her to shake.

"Very nice to meet you, Y/n Y/l/n." to which she gleefully reciprocated.

Silence between the two returned as he placed his attention back to the monitor, reading under his breath. Y/n took the time to watch him. She looked as his tongue found itself slightly slipping out of the corner of his mouth; she highly doubted that this was an uncommon occurrence. She could picture him having this exact face many a time when he had been enveloped deeply in concentration.

She observed patiently when his fingers tousseled his gelled hair, causing many pieces to stick in awkward directions. Yet somehow it still looked good.

The sound of footsteps made y/n look up and she hid behind the man. It was weird. Two minutes ago she was convinced he had captured and imprisoned her, now he was her only source of safety. A strange bond of unspoken trust had mutually formed between them.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just Donna." He said, squeezing her shoulder. Y/n peeked her head from behind him, seeing a redhead woman enter the room. "She's my friend. She travels with me." He further clarified. Upon hearing these words, she decided it was safe to go back to her previous spot beside him.

Donna squinted her eyes. Clearly confused, she folded her arms across her chest. "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, sorry. Donna, this is Y/n." The Doctor spoke, veiny hands gesturing to the woman next to him. Y/n gave a soft smile and waved a hand of her own. "We've got a bit of an issue that we're trying to fix. She just randomly popped up in the TARDIS, like how you did! Except she's got no memory - "

"No, sorry. Are you messing with me or have you actually finally lost it?" Donna scoffed, moving so that she was now face to face with the Doctor, looking like she was examining him.

"What you on about?"

Concern began to flood Donna's eyes and she placed the back of her hand onto his forehead. "Doctor, are you feeling alright?"

Smacking her hand away, he pulled back and stepped a few feet back. "Am I feeling alright?" He repeated, bewildered. "Why are you acting strange? Well, stranger than usual. C'mon, are you gonna help me and Y/n, or what?"

Pulling her lips together, Donna searched the room. She sighed. "Doctor...There's nobody there."

The Doctor looked next to him, Y/n already watching him in confusion. Could Donna genuinely not see her?

"Yes there is..."

"No," the redhead shook her head. "There isn't."

With wide eyes, he turned back to Y/n. "Y/n, say something - anything."

Panicked, she looked around the room. "Uh...I don't know... oh! Weird monitor scanny thingy!"

Smirking in amusement, he laughed. "Really?"

"Well I don't know! You put me on the spot!"Y/n deflated.

They both turned their attention back to Donna, who honestly was getting more perplexed. "Did you hear that?" He asked.

Shrugging, she replied. "Hear what?"

"Okay, now I'm getting worried." The Doctor countered, reaching into his pocket and dragging out his trusty sonic screwdriver.

Flinching a little when it began to make a noise and produce a blue light, Y/n scurried backwards. "What is that thing?"

"No, it's okay. It's just a screwdriver. It will help me get more indepth answers about this whole situation."

"Okay." Y/n said, not sounding completely convinced but fearing there were no other ways to solve this. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt like she believed it was going to. It just tickled a little which made her laugh.

Finally getting a reading, the Doctor stopped scanning her and read his device. Y/n saw as a deep frown began to morph on his lips. "Cosmic energy, life readings zero, spiritual...energy." He read aloud to the group, his voice growing quieter towards the end of his sentence.

"Spiritual energy?" Donna chined. "Does that mean-"

Holding out his hand to silence her, a regretful doctor turned on his heel to face Y/n.

"Doctor?" She asked. He was still looking down, sorrowfully returning the screwdriver to his blazer pocket. "Okay," Y/n gulped. "I'm assuming whatever you read isn't good." She muttered.

"Y/n," he began, shifting so he was now looking into her eyes. "Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry. Really, I'm so sorry." He whispered. "But you're dead."

She gasped. Breathing in air, which she didn't even need. "No," she deinied, shaking her head profusely. She tumbled backwards and almost slipped, but the Doctor was quick to secure her. "You're wrong." She ripped his arm away from her waist and looked around the room, vision fastly becoming hazy.

Then she saw it. The big console room had been replaced with her landing. She was at the bottom of the stairs at her own home. She was reliving the moment she died.

She heard footsteps in her bedroom and everything came back to her. Looking onwards, she could see herself at the top of the stairs. She was humming a song softly as she shoved her hand into her pyjama bottoms. It was dark, past midnight, and the light where she was wasn't working. She dug around in her pocket before retrieving her phone.

Now Y/n remembered. She was trying to get her phone, ironically, to turn on the torch. She didn't succeed. Her phone slipped from her palm and her ankle buckled when her body made an attempt to catch it.

Past Y/n and ghost Y/n screamed together. All Ghost Y/n had the ability of doing was watching as she hurtled down the stairs, hitting her head harshly on the floor.

Then, everything began to fade away. She was again inside the tardis. She was sobbing now, her hand rubbing the sore spot on her head. "I remember." She broke down. "I remember."

The Doctor held her in his arms, cooing her and stroking her hair. He needed her to calm down. He couldn't imagine how strange this looked to Donna- who wasn't able to see Y/n - but he didn't care.

Eventually, after the doctor had subtly beckoned his companion to place herself elsewhere, Y/n calmed down. She moved her head from where it had been resting on his chest and sank to the ground. The doctor followed so that they were both sitting comfortably, criss-cross, on the ship's floor.

He didn't want to speak. She needed to process this. So, he allowed the quietness to fill the hole around them despite his thoughts overlapping, theories and solutions piling up in his head.

Sniffling, Y/n looked up. "Is this why Donna couldn't see me?" She asked, the Doctor answering with a head nod. "So how can you? If I'm... a ghost..." another pregnant pause. The words felt foreign on her tongue. They tasted bitter. She physically had to force it out of her mouth, like she was spitting out lemon juice. "Shouldn't I be invisible to everyone?"

"No," He shook his head. "I think I've figured it out." He grinned. Y/n raised a questioning brow. "I think that I can save you, Y/n."

"What?"

"Yes!" He yelled in glee, like he had found the answer he was searching for. "If I can see you, that means you're visible to alien life. Because you, yourself, are now on our spectrum!" He concluded in a series of fast talking.

"If I'm right, and God I hope I'm right, you're not fully dead. Meaning, there's enough of you left, meaning.." He trailed off, beginning to mutter under his breath again.

"Meaning what, Doctor?" The spirit urged.

"I've heard of it before. Everyone's heard of it. Where does a ghost go? Not here." He rambled quickly. "So why are you here? Here, in the tardis of all places. Youre resonating back to me. Why? Because I can do it."

He snapped his head to look at her, smug smile slowly forming. "I can wish you back into existence, Y/n."

"Really?" She asked hopefully. "I mean, like, is that even possible?"

"Oh, just you watch me!"

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Months passed by and Y/n was still with the Doctor. True to his word, he was doing everything in his power to help her.

And, most surprisingly, it was working! Donna could now see Y/n. So far only the Doctor, other aliens with dual heartbeats and Donna, but it was an improvement. One that she would be forever thankful for.

As it turns out, there were actually multiple pros to being invisible to other species. The Doctor always took Y/n on every adventure. He showed her different cultures and lives. And in return, Y/n would use her invisibility to save them when he inevitably got himself and Donna into trouble.

Since Donna could now see and hear her, the two girls had connected. They were best friends. Donna acting like her older sister. One who would offer Y/n advice, comfort her when she was down. Oh, and often tease her about the undeniable tension between the ghost and timelord.

It was fact to everyone on board that the Doctor had cheered up immensely these last few months. And it wasn't exactly hidden as to why.

He was completely infatued with Y/n.

Donna was the first one to mention it, obviously fed up with travelling with two lovesick idiots, both too scared to act on their fantasies. She pulled a smiling Doctor into the kitchen as Y/n retreated into her room for the night.

"When are you going to tell her?" Subtlety was never her strong suit, but abrupt seemed to be the only way to actually get through to the doctor, so her lack of grace didn't necessarily feel like a bad trait at this very moment.

His smile dimmed and he looked down at his shoes, exhaling through his nose, pinching the bridge. "You know that I can't." His words were so quiet that they were barely audible.

"But why not? You're both clearly head over heels for each other -"

"Look at me, Donna!" He whisper yelled, not wanting a certain someone to hear this conversation. "Look what happens every time I get close to someone. Look at what happened to Rose."

Now he was beginning to tear up. Rose had been trapped in a parallel world for years, yet the mention still felt like pouring salt into a fresh wound. Donna rubbed a hand on his arm in sympathy.He shifted uncomfortably and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Besides, Y/n is a ghost."

"And you're an alien with two hearts," His best friend retorted. "What's your point?"

"That it's too risky."

"What? It's too risky to be happy?" She objected. "Doctor Y/n is becoming more alive every day - you said so yourself!"

"That doesn't mean things can't take a turn for the worst-"

"And what if they don't? Will you really deprive yourself of being in love, of being actually, genuinely happy because you're too scared? I never had you down as a coward, Doctor."

"You don't understand." He muttered, shaking his head.

"What don't I understand?"

"Donna, I have never felt this way about anyone before. Not even Rose. So yeah, maybe I am more than a little bit scared. I'm petrified. And not because I love Y/n.. But because I know that at some point, something bad is going to happen. Everyone that I love gets ripped away from me somehow. And I'm not going to let that happen to Y/n."

Shaking her head, she began to exit the room. Though she halted at the door, back still facing the brunette. "And if something bad does happen, you'll kick yourself that you never said those words to her. It will haunt you with every passing day, Doctor. So...please, for all our sake's...just do the right thing." With that, her footsteps echoed through the hallway and her shadow disappeared.

The Doctor allowed her words to sink in. Maybe they held some truth. He had only felt a quarter of the love he felt for Y/n, for Rose, yet his inability to complete his declaration stuck with him and ate at him.

And his mind kept pondering on that thought for the next couple of weeks. He and Y/n had been getting closer so that there was no denying it anymore.

He was going to tell her.

Donna cheered and provided encouragement; he didn't ask for it and tried to act nonchalant, though when his companion's back had turned, he'd allow a smile to settle on his lips, projecting his true gratitude for his supportive best friend.

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Y/n laughed fondly at his joke, sipping on her wine, arm occasionally brushing against the timelord's.

The two were sat together, on a planet famous for its natural beauty and theme of romance, eating a picnic and watching the stars.

The Doctor offered her a grape, to which Y/n accepted. He plopped it into her mouth, his brown eyes drifting to her lips. He let his thumb drag her bottom lip down, briefly revealing her lower teeth. Y/n struggled to fight the heat building in her cheeks as he held it there for a few seconds before releasing it, observing as her lip bounced back up to its regular position.

Y/n stayed still for a moment, mind still processing what had just happened. She cleared her throat and turned her head so that her hair was covering her cheeks, and took another drink from her glass, this gulp being less elegant than her prior sips.

"Y/n," He began, shifting on his side so his body was facing her, being supported by his arm. "We need to talk."

She followed his example and moved so that they were close to each other. "Isn't that what we've been doing all evening?" She giggled, but stopped upon viewing his face. He looked nervous. She had never seen him hold an expression like this before. Honestly, she may have even been naive enough to assume, because he was an alien, he didn't experience anxiety the same as humans. Evidently, though, he does.

"No," He shook his head, swallowing. "I wanted to.. talk to you about something that's been eating at me for a while."

She nodded her head, giving him her full attention. "Okay." She responded, agog.

"Okay, uh.. Where do I start?" Sweat was beginning to form on the top of his brow and slowly Y/n was growing more concerned. "Uh, Okay, alright. I'll just come out and say it." The Doctor was a stuttering mess. Internally, he was yelling gallifreyan swears at himself. This was not how he had been imagining this to go.

He had even written and practiced a speech beforehand. Clearly he forgot every word he had revised.

"Uhm, Okay. Just gonna say it-"

"Doctor?"

"Yea-oo-" Y/n pressed her lips onto his, their mouths moving together. She trailed an arm up the back of his neck, diving into his hair. She gave a small tug, just to test the waters, and smiled into his lips when he let out a low groan.

Y/n pulled away first, keeping their faces only inches apart. She smiled widely at the blush that had imposed on his cheeks. "Was that okay?" She asked, sincere.

The Doctor stuttered for a few seconds, making random noises, unable to produce a real word. He bobbed his head up and down rapidly, squeaking out a "Y-yeah."

"Good." Y/n whispered, brushing her thumb on his jaw, touch so delicate, acting like he was the most rawest and beautiful painting she had ever seen, too scared to feel too hard and smudge.

"That's pretty much what I was going to say anyway." He shrugged, placing his fingers under her chin, gripping softly and pulling her in for another kiss.

"I love you, Y/n Y/l/n."

"I love you, Doctor. Forever and always." She mumbled, stroking the back of his neck, smiling to herself as goosebumps arose.

Her smile, though, dulled and her hand paused midstroke. Her eyes drifted from the Doctor, who was talking away, to behind him.

"Oh." Y/n gasped, the exhale releasing a mixture of relief and regret. "Quite right, too."

"Y/n?" The Doctor panicked. "Y/n, you're turning transparent!"

His attempts to get her attention were useless, her eyes still remained glued behind him. He turned his head, curious as to what she was looking at.

And there stood a lone door.

A door that hadn't been there a minute ago. One that was standing with no wall for guidance.

"No." The Doctor mumbled, tears filling in his eyes. "Don't."

His true love looked back to him, her own hot tears dripping down her flamed cheeks. She desperately took ahold of both his hands, gripping them tightly and holding them to her chest. "I have to." She explained.

"I thought I was saving you!" The Doctor sobbed, unable to look at the woman he loved fade away.

"You did." She comforted quickly. "You have saved me. You gave me all these extra months." She cried back, moving so that she was on her knees, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "And you gave me the greatest gift of all."

He cried loudly, shoving his head into her shoulder, breathing in her scent for the last time.

"You gave me love."

"Don't go." He pleaded, squeezing her hands in the grip she maintained on his.

"Don't ask me to do that because if you ask then I won't." She whispered.

And they both know, in the end, she'd have to leave.

It was either walk through the door and leave this plane of life, or stay in this world and fade away until she ceased to exist at all.

More tears dropped from his eyes. "I love you."

"And I love you." She repeated, bringing up their joined hands and kissing his, before softly letting them go and standing up. "My doctor."

If she looked back, she would stay. So, she didn't. Her legs moved, slow but eager. She placed a hand on the white door, the Doctor watching heartbroken, but weirdly happy.

He wanted her to stay with him forever. He wanted an eternity with her. But this was the best outcome. He was a fool for promising her life again. He was more foolish in believing himself when he said he could bring her back.

"Goodbye, my Doctor." Y/n sniffed, opening the door. A bright light invaded the area they were in, causing the doctor to squint and move his arm over his eyes.

By the time the light had gone, so was Y/n.

His ghost had departed. Now she could be in peace.

The Doctor rocked on the blanket, crying to himself for a while.

Then, he slowly walked over to the door. It was beginning to fade, just like Y/n. He placed his palm where she had placed hers. "Until we meet again." He spoke, voice thick.

The door eventually turned into nothingness, and the Doctor took a step back. He sniffed, wiping away his tears. He ignored the blanket and food, lifting his shoulders and walking back to the tardis, this time alone.

hii, hope you enjoyed. I might not be posting much cos obviously it's the holidays! But I've been working on this piece for weeks but I kinda lost the motivation lmao. ahh I hope you liked it, anyway!

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Sons of Feanor | Having A S/O Who Can Foresee

Headcanons: Maedhros, Maglor, Caranthir and Celegorm

Request: The gates of heaven is open guys let's goooo! Can I ask for a headcanon with Maedhros, Maglor, Caranthir and Celegorm with a s/o that can often guess random things that's gonna happen? Like they're going about their day and reader just goes like "I have a feeling that 'insert random thing' is gonna happen today" and later on that thing happens; I often can predict things to the extent some of my close friends called me a seer, bc I can guess random stuff that I couldn't possibly know but yeah (secretly I'm just Sauron in disguise, I see everything but they dont need to know) Thank you Mina ♡♡ -👻 anon

Warnings: characters death

A/N: Another chance for me to write more pain and suffering. It just felt necessary to be extra :) This started off so light and then grew dark smh.

Maedhros

⊰ It was always a natural habit that both you and Maedhros had developed as you were courting, all the way into marriage – telling each other “Be safe!”

⊰ But for some reason today was different, you just knew from the reoccurring dreams with him for more than a week, something wasn’t right.

⊰ Telling him to “Be careful on the road today and try not to take any shortcuts, please” would make your husband stop in his tracks. A questioning frown marring his face, because ‘where did the extra come from?”

⊰ It wouldn’t be until he met the accident on the road and decided to take a shortcut because he was impatient and didn’t feel like waiting for assistance. Riding through the forest, he would be ambushed by a bunch of orcs in hiding.

⊰ Escaping with just a few injuries and a large cut to his forearm, he wouldn’t hesitate to retreat and return home to you.

⊰ Seeing him injured, the first thing you asked was “You took the shortcut, didn’t you?” the look of foreign shock Maedhros would give caused you to reveal how you just knew.

⊰ “Growing up, at times whenever I was dreaming, I’d sometimes get these sightings of events from the future happening, but they’d always be in parables. I learned how to read them eventually – rarely they come straightforward, but only when it chose to.”

⊰ Maedhros would give you a big apology for not heeding your warnings earlier because you were literally trying to save his life without him being aware.

⊰ From then on, whenever you dreamt something and informed him, he’d always take your visions into account even if it wasn’t meant for him.

⊰ In the end, he’s amazed at your foresight since he wasn’t aware of mortals being gifted with what he considered an ‘elven gift’.

Maglor

⊰ For weeks your dream about Maglor’s been plaguing your mind and you were constantly on the edge believing that at any moment now, something would happen to him since the dream didn’t show when.

⊰ But tonight was his big performance for the newest pieces he’d been working on for months and your nerves were kicking brass the entire day. You knew it was today.

⊰ Watching as he dressed in his finest wear, you leaned against the doorframe and spoke shakily, “Will be careful tonight?” which got his attention because it didn’t sound normal.

⊰ He’d be out of his seat and towering above you with worry and concern written across his face. “Melda, what is it? What has you so fearful, please tell me?”

⊰ The thought of him being hurt would cause you to break down and reveal your dream. “I had a reoccurring dream about you being killed and it felt so real that I believe it might really happen…tonight. I don’t want to lose you Makalaure. Please tell me that you’d be extra safe?”

⊰ Maglor would be lost for words and seeing you in this state would push him into staying home with you last minute. He hated how distressed you appeared for his life.

⊰ During his attempt at calming you, he’d sneak in the question about what made you believe your dream, not in a demeaning way, but concerned.

⊰ Here he would learn about your gift, “Sometimes when I dream things, they tend to happen but not in the exact manner all the time. I have to read them and their meanings to know what it’s trying to tell me – not all my dreams mean something, some are just nonsense.”

⊰ The next day, Maglor would learn from his brothers that one of the performers was mistaken for him and was attacked, that would make you ability kick Maglor in the head and cause him to be grateful for your prophetic visions.

⊰ Maglor would very much understand your emotions and for this reason, he wouldn’t hesitate to believe anything you revealed a vision to him. Like his brother, he too would be baffled by your ability as a mortal to foresee as an elf does.

Celegorm

⊰ You were a mortal who escaped the prisons of Angband during Dagor Bragollach. As they raided your village, they were also capturing people to build their army of orcs. Successful you were with escaping and running into the arms of the Feanorian, Celegorm.

⊰ At first, he wasn’t too keen on helping you at all, but then he learned of where you came from and believed that through you, he could learn an entrance into Angband to strike.

⊰ Overtime, you didn’t reveal to him that one of your reasons for being kept was due to your gift – foresight. The dark lord used and forced you to predict the outcome of his future in the war.

⊰ One day while you were in your room, the moment Celegorm burst through the doors was the same moment you saw your first vision since your captivity. It was him and his brother and another one, purchasing tickets to board a boat. They had given the tickets to the ferryman and were already boarding the ship.

⊰ You knew what that vision meant, there was no other way to read the vision. He and his brothers had booked their one-way ticket to death – there was no coming back.

⊰ It pained you to see this because in the weeks that went by, he treated you kind and in some ways, you grew attached to him. He would bring his dog around to cheer you up and sometimes if in a good mood, would teach you the basics of the forest and hunting.

⊰ Celegorm seeing your state of shock and hearing the gasp would rush over inspecting the room for any intruders as he approached you. When he kneeled before you, he saw the tears and demanded to know the reason behind them.

⊰ I can see Celegorm scoffing since he believed himself to be invincible and death would never touch him as well as elves only being the ones gifted with foresight. It would pain you to know that he didn’t believe you and only to learn on his own time.

⊰ It wasn’t until he watched as his brothers died one by one during the Sacking of Doriath, he would remember your vision and how you warned him so he could avoid his death, but Celegorm wasn’t going to leave his brothers alone – he would welcome death with open arms.

Caranthir

⊰ All your years, you’ve been always giving Caranthir advice based on your foresight without him having the slightest clue but would propose your ideas from a very academic standpoint to get him to agree.

⊰ From simpler ones like, ‘Be careful out there’ or ‘I don’t think you should sign the contract with those elves’, he would listen to you, but he never knew the full extent of your gift.

⊰ It wouldn’t be until the Sacking of Doriath was rolling around and his brothers were riling Maedhros up in the request of retrieving the silmarils. You would have thought that the King would have returned it, but instead, he refused.

⊰ For weeks they were plotting and devising the best way in and around them, just a week before, you would be hit with the most straightforward dream. He was walking alongside his father and younger brother, Amrod, into a burial ground. You were attempting to call him, but he ignored your calls and continued walking.

⊰ Drenched in sweat, you would fly out of your bed and rush to inform him about not going along because he’d die. Caranthir would question you on if you had gone crazy, only for you to reveal that you had seen him dead should he embark on the attack.

⊰ But just like you dream, Caranthir would ignore your warnings because the oath was calling, he had no choice but to answer. You would beg and plead with him for days all the way until he was departing in hopes of not losing him.

⊰ When he suffered the first strike that brought him down and left to bleed out, all your warnings would emanate in his head. He wouldn’t help but curse at how stupid he was for not believing and listening to you.

⊰ You on his mind would be the last thing he dies with – how sorry he was for causing you pain. You, after all, had to witness his death twice.

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angelicyouth · 1 year

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Youth ; Chapter 6

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

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The cold night is tense and still as the boys stare each other down, both with clenched jaws and challenging looks in their eyes. What was once red cheeks adorning my face slowly fades away in the oppressing silence, the air thick and heavy. The hand I have on the teen in front of me tightly clenches on the material covering his arm, my other hand shooting up to hastily wipe the still fresh tear tracks on my face.

“Fuck off, McCormick.” The deep voice permeates the vacant park, defiant as his hands drop from their gentle caress on my cheeks.

The blonde scoffs, finally making his way over to the two of us. His fast footsteps hit asphalt in anger as he seethes. “Fuck you, Tucker. Why the fuck is Y/N crying? What’d you do?”

Once close enough, Kenny shoves the stoic teen away from me and directs his attention solely on me. In contrast to his current frustration, his large hands come up to softly wipe my tears away.

“Talk to me, babe. What’s wrong?” He gently asks me, eyes scanning my appearance for any injury. Once satisfied at no sight of any visible wounds, his azure eyes go back to focusing on my own.

“She’s fine.” Craig speaks through clenched teeth, arms crossed.

Kenny’s face whips to his direction and furiously grabs his shirt. “I wasn’t talking to you. But since you want to butt in so fucking bad, what the fuck did you do? Huh? Why the fuck is she crying?!”

“I didn’t do shit!” The taller teen’s hand shoots up to grab onto the one at the collar of his shirt. When I spot the blonde’s unoccupied hand clenching further, ready to strike, I urgently hope off my perch on the swingset to stop the ensuing fight before it turns physical.

Grabbing onto Kenny’s arm, I gently tug him away. “Stop! Ken, stop! Please! He didn’t do anything!”

The blonde keeps his gaze on the other for a moment longer before furrowing his brows and looking at me. Frustration is apparent on his face as he softly pleads. “Tell me then, Princess. Why’re you crying?”

I hesitate, not wanting to get the other more infuriated. I know how overprotective the boys are over me and I doubt being close friends would be an exception to the rule.

“I confessed. I told her that I love her.” Craig speaks up for me when nothing comes out of my mouth, an indignant look on his face.

I’m finally able to pull the fuming blonde away when his grip momentarily slackens in shock. The boy in my possession looks lost on what to do, on who to look at.

“Woah, what’s going on?” I jolt, turning my head to look for the owner of the new voice joining. It’s my brother and Kyle, the latter rapidly looking between the two boys in front of me. His face is thoughtful, getting a sense of the mood and calculating.

“You guys were taking too long even after we sent Kenny to check up on you…” My brother picks up where the curly haired teen left off, eyebrows furrowing at the tense atmosphere. When he sees the dried tears marring my face, he takes his hands out of his jacket’s pockets and stalks over to us.

“What the hell happened?!” He barks out, breaking the hold I have on Kenny and using his sleeves to get rid of the remaining salty residue on my face.

No one responds and when Kyle realizes that none of us will speak up, he lets out a tired sigh. “Let’s just head back home. It’s dangerous being out at night this late and Cartman’s been bitching about his snacks.”

Everyone save for Kyle and I are glaring at one another and my brother huffs. He’s the first one to break eye contact and move, protectively wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading the rest of us back home.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Whenever any of the guys fight, all of us are quick to get involved in the problem. Whether it be trying to help mend the situation or picking a side to instigate a fight, we’re always there. To my surprise, however, no one seems to want to intervene in the apparent strain between Kenny and Craig. And when I ask any of the guys about it, they dismiss my concerns. Even though I was part of the problem that night, it seems like I’m out of the loop and none of the guys will clue me in.

“Tweeeek!” I drag out for as long as I can, my hands joined together underneath my chin with an exaggerated pout on my face.

“Ngh! I don’t know, N/N! You're going to have to ask someone else.” The coffee lover gives me an apologetic smile, softly patting the top of my head in condolence.

My pout turns into an angry one as I childishly cross my arms and turn my head away from the blonde. “Hmph!”

I look for my next unwilling victim and when I spot Butters on the couch, I stomp my way over to him and dramatically drape my whole body over his lap. “Butteeers!”

The blonde merrily chuckles at my theatrical display as he gently tucks stray strands of hair behind my ear. “Aw, gee, little buddy. I’d tell you if I could but I’m just as clueless as you are!”

My body deflates until I look like a melted puddle because I honestly believe that he’s as unaware as I am, unfortunately for him.

“God, quit your fucking whining! I can’t hear the TV over your crybaby bitch tears!” Cartman exclaims next to Butters, roughly pushing the legs I have on his lap off. The force has me rolling off the blonde and brunette until I find myself on the floor in front of them. I dramatically lay on my back with my arms spread out and close my eyes in defeat.

A few minutes later, I sense someone laying down next to me and I turn onto my side to face them. Opening my eyes, I spot my brother scrolling through his phone and I start to grin. I scooch myself closer to him to plant my head on his shoulder and fiddle with the black earrings on his earlobes. He lazily casts a glance at me and when he sees my hopeful look, he answers with a dismissive and final, “No.”

Well fuck me, then. Sheesh.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Chatter and the squeaking of shoes fills the classroom after the teacher dismisses the students within it for the next period. I take my time placing my notebook and pencil bag into the bag on my lap until I hear a cheerful voice calling out to me.

“Princess!”

I look up to the front of the class and see Kenny peeking his handsome face past the door frame, cutely waving at me. I beam at the blonde picking me up for our next class together as I sling my arms through the straps of my backpack, hefting it comfortably onto my back. I wave goodbye to Heidi who’s still at her desk and she smiles back at me as Kenny takes hold of one of my hands.

We stop by my locker, the blonde with his arms wrapped around my waist and a chin on my shoulder as he watches me switch out my textbooks. I hand it to him without looking as I continue to organize my stuff, and he puts it into my backpack without me asking. When I close the metal door, he grabs my hand again to intertwine our fingers together as we resume our walk.

When we near our next class, however, the teen walks past it and I shoot him a questioning look. Perhaps he needs to use the bathroom or he forgot something at his locker, I think to myself. I’m proven wrong as the blonde shoots me a playful smirk, leading me outside of the school.

“Ken?” I question but the teen doesn’t reply. When we make it past one of the exits, we pick up the pace until we’re at a safe distance from the school that’d ensure we won’t be caught skipping.

“Come on, beautiful. We deserve a break, hm? Let’s be a couple of baddies and skip the rest of the day.” He winks at me and I giggle, playfully slapping his arm with my unoccupied hand.

He chuckles with me, stopping momentarily to pick a flower. I patiently watch him with a grin on my face, “Okay! Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.” He mischievously says, tucking the freshly picked flower into my hair, behind my ear.

We end up at Willy’s Chilly Ice Cream Parlor and the blonde insists on treating me out, despite us being unable to get a discount as Butters is still at school. Due to this, I’m hesitant. But, one look at the blonde reminds me that I’d do anything this boy asks me to do if it meant a smile would be on his face, so I reluctantly agree.

Instead of an ice cream sundae, I end up deciding on a milkshake and I wait at a booth next to the window while Kenny orders. When he settles in front of me, I’m surprised when my drink comes out by itself until the blonde places two straws into the glass like the gentleman he is.

I grin, leaning over the table to take the first sip. As I’m doing this, the teen in front of me places both of his elbows on the table, cupping his cheeks and drinking at the same time as me. I giggle when he playfully flutters his eyelashes rapidly, to which the blonde responds with a large grin.

We talk about whatever comes to mind, ranging from topics of all kinds. My smile never leaves my face as I always treasure the quality time I get to spend with any of the boys. Kenny reaches his arm across the table with his palm facing up, wiggling his fingers until I place my hand onto his. When there’s a lull in our conversation, Kenny softly squeezes our conjoined hands and speaks.

“About the other night…” He begins, piquing my interest as he trails off into silence.

I patiently wait for him to continue, smoothing a thumb over the back of his hand in reassurance. “Did you accept Craig’s confession?”

I blush at the new topic yet I feel uncomfortable, opting to look out the window to my right. The sick feeling I’ve felt between interactions with the two makes its way back home, something I’ve grown accustomed to as the weeks have gone by—guilt.

“... No, I didn’t. You came, remember?” I take my time in replying, my voice low.

The blonde takes a minute to study my expression before pursing his lips and furrowing his brows. “Would you have? If I didn’t interrupt.”

I look back at the teen and I think to myself before asking, “Why?”

“I want to know if you like him back, N/N.” His tone of voice matches mine, hushed.

I don’t answer, because what am I supposed to say? That I didn’t because there’s another person I love? That’d lead to telling Kenny my feelings and the rejection will make things awkward between us, something that frightens me so much.

When time silently stretches between us, the blonde lets out a breath. “Okay, well. Since you haven’t replied to his confession… I have something to say before you do, N/N.”

Our eyes make contact again, a determined yet nervous look on his usually laidback face. He grabs my other hand so that both of ours are intertwined over the tabletop. He smooths his thumbs over the backs of my hands before saying so softly that I might have not heard if there were other patrons in the ice cream parlor.

“I love you, Y/N.”

My eyes widen and my breathing picks up. A red hue slowly makes its appearance over my cheeks and I feel like I’m in a dream with Kenny again. Butterflies begin to awaken in my stomach and my heart threatens to rip itself out of my chest.

He nervously chuckles, “This is kind of hard to say because there are really no words, no eloquent way of saying that I love you so much. I love you with all my heart that I always feel so much peace and joy and comfort just from being in your presence. You don’t have any idea how much you make me happy.”

I softly smile at him and it encourages the blonde as he gently continues. “I am hopelessly and inexpressibly in love with you, Y/N Marsh. I could never thank all of your cute self enough, but I promise that I will do my absolute best to try if you accept me. In every and any way I can, I will try to make up for all that you’ve done for me and make you feel if even just a fraction as to what you’ve made me feel.”

“Because I cannot believe I have been so lucky as to find myself part of a life with you in it. I often don’t feel like I deserve to have such goodness around me when life has always treated me so poorly. Poverty is all I’ve ever known and you’re the shining beacon in my shitty life.” My eyes begin to water at his touching words, as sweet as the boy in front of me. At my reaction, the blonde’s smile grows wider, teeth making its appearance and a blush peeking through his own cheeks.

He laughs happily at being able to finally let out the feelings he has kept close to his heart for years. “We met at a very young age but to this day, I still get moved by you. I can’t tell you the amount of love I have felt for all that you do or say, trivial or in passing. Nor can I tell you the gratitude I have felt for the affectionate and caring words and touches you have so generously given me.”

“My heart has often found itself to be too full when I see not only your patience, but your deep compassion for not only me, but to others as well. Whether it be for Karen or a complete stranger off of the streets, your caring virtue is a sight to behold. Just your general, mere existence in my life makes me so happy beyond words can ever express. I can’t help longing for these precious feelings whenever we’re apart. I always feel in my innermost heart your admirable qualities and can only hope that I’m doing my hardest to reciprocate.” A hand relinquishes its hold with mine to reach up, gently caressing one of my cheeks.

“Even if you don’t choose me, I’d still like to thank you. Thank you for loving me, thank you for letting me adore you. Thank you for being part of my life and for letting me be a part of yours. I adore you with all my heart and I’m always reminded of how blessed I am to have someone like you there for me. And thank you, above all, for bringing happiness into my life. I hope I give joy to you as well.” My vision begins to get blurry and I squeeze the hand still in mine.

“You melt my heart no matter how hard times are that fighting the effects of your kindness always leaves me at a disadvantage. And your sweetness is not limited to your compliments or the things you say—rather you exude it from within, drawing me towards you like a moth to a flame. And baby, I want to burn in the depths of your soul.” He smirks at me while he deeply chuckles, and I wetly giggle through my tears.

“Everything about you screams passion and not the lust-filled, careless kind but almost like an appreciation of me for who I am, just the way I am. I guess what I’m trying to say is that my love for you encompasses the whole entire universe and my fondness for you is as deep as the ocean. My affection for you is counted by all the raindrops on a stormy night and my devotion for you is the galaxy in which we inhabit and beyond. I love you, Y/N.” I can’t hold it in anymore and a sob rips out of my throat in happiness.

At my reaction, the blonde gets up from his spot and sits on the same bench as me. I turn to him as his arm wraps around me, rubbing soothing circles onto my back. A gentle kiss gets placed on the crown of my head, and the blonde mumbles into my hair.

“Shh, it’s okay. You don’t have to give me an answer right away. Just think about it, okay?”

I feel conflicted at the elation I experience when I also miserably think to myself, what am I going to do?

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I think about Kenny and Craig’s confessions. I’m in such shock that not just one of them reciprocates my feelings—they both ended up liking me back. No, they both love me. Me. And apparently, for years since what I thought was just playful flirting turned out to be genuine on their part.

I feel like I’m about to burst at the seams if I don’t tell someone so I get out of bed and open my brother’s door. Loud music blasts, seeping out into the hallway from the now open door as a pair of eyes look at me for my intrusion.

“Fucking knock, you asshole!” My brother yells from his position in front of his computer, his eyes never leaving the screen.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Fuck off, dickwad. You wouldn't have been able to hear it over your trash music anyways. Kyle, can I talk to you for a bit?”

The curly haired teen looks up at me from his position studying on the floor, textbooks and papers strewn all around him. His tall form gets up and stretches.

“Sure, N/N. What’s up?”

I don’t speak until we get to my bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind me for extra precaution. The ginger raises an eyebrow when he sees me turn the lock and I sit at the head of my bed in front of him, hugging a pillow to my chest.

“Okay, seriously. What happened?” He asks, referencing the door that I locked.

I just blush in embarrassment, too shy to speak up. The teen waits for me patiently, his short temper never really revealing itself to me in the years I’ve known him.

Feeling overwhelmed, I shove my face into my pillow before I confess, “Kenny and Craig told me they love me. As in, they both love love me.”

When nothing but silence fills the air, I peek at the teen over my pillow. He stares at me until he realizes that I’m expecting a reply and then sighs. “Okay, and?”

“What do you mean ‘and ’? Ky, the two people that I like just confessed to me! Two of your friends!” I say in disbelief at the usually overprotective boy.

“Y/N. I know.”

“... Huh?” He rolls his eyes at my rather extensive vocabulary.

“Well, I didn’t know that they confessed. But all of us know that they both like you.” I continue to stare at him, my mouth agape.

“You do?!” I shove my pillow to the side and scoot myself closer to the teen in front of me.

“Yeah, dude. They've been in love with you for years, N/N. I love you, but you can be pretty clueless at times. Everyone knew.” He scoffs at how oblivious I can be.

I close my mouth and stare at him, an eyebrow raised. “Okay, fine. Everyone but Butters knew. You’re even worse than he is though, N/N.”

I groan and flop my back onto the bed, my head landing on his lap with my eyes closed. He snickers at me as he reaches over to tuck stray strands of hair behind my ear.

“What do I do, Ky?” I softly say.

“You tell them that you like them back, get married, and I’ll watch my nieces or nephews every other weekend.” He jokes, snickering as I playfully swat at his chest.

“Ky!” I whine but the teen above me just fondly smiles down at me.

“What? I thought you liked both of them?” He asks, a smirk still on his face at how ridiculous I’m being over this. I just annoyingly whine back and he rolls his eyes at me again.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh. Communicate. Just be honest with them. You like them both? So then you tell them both. I can’t say what happens next because this is different from most situations. But, they can either be with you at the same time or… they make you pick only one of them.” The once playful mood gets serious and I solemnly stare up at the ceiling.

“I don’t want to pick just one of them though, Ky. They’re both my friends so I’d have to see the one I hurt often. And, I don’t think I can even pick… I love them both so much, Ky.” I softly say that it’s almost a whisper, melancholy painting my voice. I reach a hand up to clench at the material on my chest at the pain that the thought gives me.

A hand makes its way to my head, gently smoothing down my hair in comfort. “... I know. Just talk to them, N/N. You won’t know if you don’t tell them. And if not, do it for me, okay? They’re my friends, too.” He softly murmurs to me, a sad smile on his face. I turn my face into his stomach and wrap one of my arms around his waist.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I take a deep breath to gather my nerves and hit send, texting both Kenny and Craig separately, asking if they want to come through for a smoke session. When they agree, I let my brother know that I’m going to be out for a bit. He raises an expectant eyebrow at me until I reassure him that he doesn’t need to worry, that I was meeting one of the guys.

I take my time trekking through the snow filled sidewalks, anxiety making my hands clammy despite the cold. I smile when I pass by a couple of kids playing outside, missing the time when the guys and I were like that. I think back on how much simpler life was back then, reminiscing on the different games we would play and the silly situations we’d end up in.

When I make it to Stark’s Pond, I sigh in relief when I see that none of the boys have made it yet. I seat myself onto the empty bench and look out into the body of water, wondering if I’ll be lucky enough to see any fish. Before I can, mitten covered hands cover my eyes and I gently smile.

“Guess who?” The stranger says by my ear, mischief painting their voice as they purposefully make it deeper than it normally is in disguise.

I put a finger to my chin in fake contemplation and jokingly answer, “Cartman?”

I can see again as the person behind me lets go to walk around the bench to sit next to me, laughing. “You’re funny, Princess. Do I sound like I have food blocking my airways?”

I giggle at the smiling blonde and he smiles down at me. He doesn’t get to respond before another voice cuts through the air. “Y/N? And… Kenny? Why the fuck is McCormick here?”

He takes a seat on my other side, sharing a look with the blonde as I duck my head. “Craig! I uh. I needed to talk to you guys about something, sorry.”

“The both of us?” The ravenette asks, a brow raised as he throws both of his arms over the top of the bench we’re sitting on.

“Wait, does this mean we’re not smoking?” The blonde pipes up before the chullo wearing teen shoots him a glare.

“Obviously not, fucktard.”

Kenny raises his hands in front of his chest, pouting. “Chill, Tucker. I was just asking, goddamn.”

The taller teen rolls his eyes and I clear my throat, making both of the boys close their mouths. They look at me as they wait for me to speak up, patient when a few moments go by in silence. I anxiously fiddle with my fingers on my lap before a larger hand places themselves on top of mine, stopping me. I look up at the owner and Craig flashes me a reassuring smile in encouragement.

I take a deep breath and look out at the pond in front of us. It’s getting dark now so the falling snow looks more visible, a sharp contrast to the black sky. “You both confessed to me.” I quietly tell them, Craig’s eyebrows lifting up in surprise.

I can feel the bodies on either side of me tense up before the blonde speaks up, as casually as he can. “Oh… Isn’t it fucked up to pick someone in front of the other..?”

Craig reaches over me to roughly push the teen in the arm, a scowl marring his handsome features. “She’s not that cruel, you asshole.”

I cut Kenny off before he can retort, “Not exactly. The thing is, I love both of you.”

They both open their mouths but I speak up again before either of them. “Romantically,” I emphasize in clarification, shooting a look at the both of them.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. And, I’ve thought about it, I promise I did. I know it’s selfish… But, I don’t think I can pick either of you. I love the both of you too much to do that, I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet, they don’t know what to say so I speak up again. “Remember when you guys found me drunk in the bathroom, crying?”

They both nod at me and at their confirmation, I continue. “I had a breakdown because I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never heard of someone being in love with another person the way I am in South Park. I felt guilty for weeks whenever I’d talk to either one of you.”

I look up at the stars above us and confess, “It was killing me on the inside because for some reason, it felt like I was cheating. I know that sounds stupid but I just care about the both of you too much. So, I don’t think I can choose one of you if it means hurting the other.”

It’s quiet and I don’t know if it’s for minutes or hours. The boys must be processing the information and I’m kind of expecting for them to just get up and walk away. I feel ridiculous and I start to unconsciously curl in on myself.

“I know this isn’t what either of you were expecting. I’m sorry if I disappointed you.” My voice cracks as I apologize again. I feel terrible, emotions of selfishness and guilt make me feel ill and I think I might throw up in front of them.

A hand rests itself on my shoulder and I look at Craig. He tries his hardest to give me a reassuring smile despite how conflicted he must feel right now and quietly says, “You’re not selfish, N/N. Just let us think about this, okay?”

Kenny grabs the back of my head and pushes me against his chest as I nod in answer. The blonde mumbles into my hair, “And stop apologizing, I’m happy you talked things out with us. And I’m happy you’re not just flat out rejecting me. I love you, okay? It’ll all be alright.”

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist. I was honest and I communicated. I did the best I could and now it’s up to the boys in what they do with this information. I have to trust them and respect whatever decision they make.

That night, the boys walk me home in silence.

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #lalawrites

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haleyjean-tho · 10 months

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Mars Lore Masterpost (copied off Twitter before it kicks the bucket)

Her name was Butch.

When she was made, she was small, and was built to fight in illegal underground robot arenas for her creator’s profit. She was in this hellhole for about 14 years.

(Interpretation/Art: @/The7thMartian)

Butch lost a rigged fight, where she was put up against a large robot around her age, named Magnus, outside of her weight and classification. She was doomed to fail.

Her creator tossed her in the trash, abandoning her when she was fatally wounded, for a robot.

She was found by a man named John Cassidy, who would adopt her and bring her to her new home, his apartment connected to a Deli Restaurant he owned in the underground.

He taught Butch how to cook, how to take care of herself, how to clean, and how to trust, and even love :)

Once she turned 20, 6 years of being adopted, John offered to take her to the surface districts and sign her up for an education of her choosing.

He had been saving up money for her ever since they met, so she could have a future for herself.

Butch chose Nursing, to personally make up for all the harm she was forced to do when fighting.

Unfortunately when they went to register, they weren’t interested in a robot at 4ft tall who looks stapled and duct taped together!

So she went home, disappointed.

Venus, a robot woman who operated a bar with her ‘sisters’, overheard that there was a robot looking to enter the medical field but her body and past held her back.

So, Venus, being the generous woman she was, knew what she had to do.

At the bar, there used to be the whole solar system minus Earth.

There was a redhead, her name was Mars. But one day, after being assaulted by a patron at the bar, this Mars lost it and killed the patron.

Her soul was removed from the body, which was placed in storage, and was gotten rid of.

Robots in my lore are powered by crystals with human souls in them, so they can be swapped in and out of bodies with ease.

Venus knew they had a spare body, story and name, they could give to Butch, so she would have a clean state of life and a chance to mature.

Butch took the deal, now being named Mars “Butch” Cassidy. Now a mature and tough looking woman!

Mars was still turned away. Being a robot, and a woman? No robot woman has ever been able to graduate with anything remotely close to the health side of an education.

So she slammed the desk, and told the head honcho she didn’t care and would be there.

Mars ended up being the first female robot to be eligible for doing surgery, nursing, anything regarding caring for others, she now had the degree for each one, after a decade of hard work.

Art : @/The7thMartian

While she worked at the hospital in District 5, she met a man named Jack. He was in an accident and was paralyzed, and she was tasked with being his nurse.

She pushed past her fear of water to help him with Hydrotherapy, and the two developed a strong bond!

Additionally, there was a misunderstanding with another gang member which lead to a fight.

Mars was punched in the face very hard, causing her right eye to shatter. Her Metathesiophobia, the fear of change, prevents her from ever fixing it.

Mars had it rough, being pushed around and treated like a joke.

So, when she was offered to go with Jack and his gang as a Secretary and Medic? She took the offer and now works with him and his gang!

….Though, she does often get them into more trouble than needed.

———————

So right now, in canon, Mars “Butch” Cassidy is 32 years old and lives in a café that’s used for a front for a gang that specialized in Illegal Arms Deals.

Her dad is still alive and well.

Her story is mostly to touch on xenophobia and sexism in a world where she’s more than needed.

~Commonly Asked Questions~

-Is she AI?

Nope! Robots are powered by doing human things, not by electricity. Her entire being is a soul, not a computer or AI.

-Can I make my own Solar Bot (Mars Robot)?

No.

-How do her limbs float?

Magnets! They’re unaffected by other magnets.

-How does her hair work?

Metal fibres that can be grown like plants, that feel and grow just like normal human hair. Brushable and soft!

-What are her claws made of?

Obsidian. They can shatter easy, but she has replacements.

-How many fingers does she have?

-What are key details about her?

She lost her right eye to a misunderstanding and is very self conscious about it, hiding it with her hair.

Her antenna reacts to emotion.

The line down her face is her nose.

She has faux organs similar to a human.

She hates soda and junk foods.

-Additional facts:

She has Metathesiophobia and Hydrophobia.

She is a vegetarian, not a vegan.

She loves doing calligraphy to tune up her precision with her claws.

She rarely covers her stomach, enjoying her belly being in the open.

#original character #arcaineart #oc #mars #solarbot #arcaineart2023 #oc lore #lore #art #oc stuff #my ocs #oc art

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saturrnss · 7 months

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Tease

Tease!sanji x annoyed!zoro

A/n: my oc's are in here and are heavily mentioned so if you don't like them idk what to tell ya🤷‍♂️😭😭 (also this is based off the live action since I have not watched the anime yet)

Warnings: literally none

"Alright fuckers, lunch is served!" Sanji called out to the rest of the crew from the kitchen. "Took you long enough." A yawning Zoro said annoyed.

"Faster than Laffy and usopp?!" He said with fake surprise. "Guess I have a number one fan." He put on a sarcastic smile, one that made Zoro roll his eyes and take a plate.

Luffy and Usopp came running in not even a millisecond later, the help of Luffy's nose detecting the smell within seconds.

They almost jump onto the table, grabbing big portions and immediately digging in. "Save some for me!" Axel says, coming in after them and trying to wrestle a piece of meat out of Ussopp's hand.

Marla walks in from her room, visibly pissed off. "What is it this time?" Sanji asks unbothered, wiping his knives with a rag.

"I lost my guitar pick!" she Slams her fist into the table, making Luffy, Usopp, and Axel stop what they're doing to look at her.

"3rd time this month huh?" Sanji says starkly

"Can't you just buy another?" Luffy says, food stuffed in his cheeks like a chipmunk. "I don't want to it's not the same!" She looks under the table, not even bothering to eat a piece of food.

"Mar!?" Nami's voice echoes from the hallway, Marla quickly sits up at the sounds of her voice.

She clears her throat and fixes her hair quickly before the cat burglar comes into the room.

"You left this in my room." She holds up the blondie's pick along with her daily magazine and reading glasses. Marla leans on the table and tries to look indifferent.

"....thanks" the shaky voice along with the little to no eye contact was cringeworthy, her attempt at thanking her while also being effortlessly cool fell short as the silence that came after was deafingly long.

Everybody knew that she had a thing for Nami on some level except for the crush herself and Luffy (he doesn't figure things out unless you tell him.)

Nami's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you okay?" "Am I okay?!" She gets her arm off the table and wipes her sweaty palms on her shirt. "I am perfectly fine why would you ask-"

Before she could make even more of a fool out of herself Sanji takes over. "She thanks you for your finding" The man gives his sister a pat on the back and retrieves the pick for her.

He turns around "Right Mar?!" He gives her a fake, sarcastic smile, drops the item in Marla's hands, and goes back to what he was doing, Marla staring daggers at him every second of it.

The cook makes another plate and passes it to Zoro, having a certain pep in his step while doing so.

"And extra for you sexy." He winks at him, making Zoro roll his eyes even more and Marla shiver in disgust at her brother's shameless antics.

It had been a few weeks since the last encounter with Luffy's marine grandfather, life with the straw hat crew had been fine, but what irked Zoro's spirit the most- was the cook.

They were always bickering and arguing, so much so it's become an Inside joke within the crew.

But for the past 5 weeks, it's just been different. The energy Sanji gave Nami when he first joined was now being put toward him.

He just didn't understand why the cook loved getting under his skin so much. "It's just to vex, no way he likes me." He lay in his hammock and thought to himself one in a while, but that one in a while turned into sometimes, and that sometimes turned into most nights.

He would just sit back and replay the interactions he had with Sanji that day, noticing the little details about him. He even showed up in his dreams a handful of times, maybe on a date in some.

He knew that somewhere deep down-he grew fond of him, there were times he wanted to respond to his touch or initiate the flirting, but he never did.

"I'm not gonna give that dumbass what he wants." Zoro thought to himself.

Not yet at least.

...

It was late afternoon by that point, the sun slowly setting and darkness taking its place. Zoro was about to fall asleep in his room when he heard the door knob shuffle and turn open.

He raised his eyebrow but didn't open his eyes, Axel usually came to do random stuff in his room regardless of whether he wanted anyone there or not so he was under the assumption that it was them

Until he heard the sharpening of a blade.

The swordsman luckily had his bladed weapon on him so he knew nobody was trying to steal it for the 100th time.

He stood up and quietly put his sword in hand, gripping it tightly. His mind was racing, filled with the infinite ways this could go.

He opened his eyes ever so slightly and sighed with irritation- it was Sanji doing his bi-weekly knife sharpening.

"I told you not to do that here shithead." He relaxed his muscles. "Oh relax mosshead," He said, still sharpening. "I'll be out in 5"

"I don't have 5"

"Well, I guess you'll have to learn a new skill today pretty boy."

That goddamn smile he always had on his face after knowingly being irritating just set Zoro off.

He uses both of his hands to pull the cook up by his shirt, the sword being inches away from his neck.

"I should beat you up into a pulp." "You wanna kiss me so badly it makes you look stupid." Zoro pauses and looks at him. He could go the usual route, come up with a quick comeback, or fight him but he wanted to try something- different.

The swordsman then chuckles.

"And what if I do?"

The response made Sanji, for the first time since they met, look visibly flustered. Zoro himself was a bit nervous but he didn't show it.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Zoro said, Slightly tilting his head, loving the fact that he finally caught the cook off guard, but also to get a good long look at him.

Before he knew it their faces were an inch closer together than a second ago. He was prepared to let Sanji go and step back from him if he rejected his advances but to his surprise, he moved even closer.

He wanted this- they both wanted this.

The room was mostly quiet, all the sound was coming from the heavy breath made by both of them, not even an inch away from each other now.

They finally pressed both of their lips together, zoro having a delayed response by a few seconds. The first kiss was light, sanji pulled his face away and looked at Zoro but before he could say a word the swordsman pulled him back into a more passionate one.

The door swings open. "What the....."

They both quickly stop and look to see a shocked Marla with her mouth wide open. Sanji and Zoro look at her like a deer in headlights.

Marla closes her mouth and tries to recollect herself, she sighs.

"Not even gonna question it."

She closes the door, leaving them to deal with the aftermath.

A/n: I visibly cringe every time I write dialogue, anyway here yall go❤️ (also go check out my last post if you want a backstory for my oc's)

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What the fuck did I do now?, is all you can wonder as you trek up the steps to the Ubuyashiki mansion. Your crow had woken you up an hour ago with details of your "immediate presence at the Ubuyashiki mansion". As you rushed to get dressed and started your journey over, your brain begins coming up with the worst case scenarios. You and Shinazugawa had just came back from a high risk mission just days ago, and only barely made it out alive. The both of you were beaten badly, though he had took the worst of it. The battle was bloody and exhausting, a grueling fight for survival. But you survived with no innocent lives lost. Oyakata-sama had granted the both of you uninterrupted days to recover and rest.

If Shinazugawa was being summoned, then fine, that be kind of fucked, but it'd make sense. A Hashira couldn't be out of commission for too many days. But you weren't a Hashira. A rare case of a Tsugko, yes, but not a Hashira. Unless...Shinazugawa passed and you were being summoned to take his place. But you weren't his prodigy, you didn't even practice his breathing style. The only reason why the both of you were constantly paired together was because of your similar hand-hand combat skills. You couldn't become the next Wind Hashira. You could not become the next Posion Hashira.

So why the hell were you being summoned and on day four of recovery?

You step onto the landing, trying to ignore let the festering pit of anxiety in your tummy as Kocho turns to glance as you enter. Why is she here?

You didn't like Shinazugawa, not by a far chance, but you respected him as a Demon Slayer, much more now after this last mission. He was a Hashira for a reason, so despite any animosity between the both of you, you didn't want him dead. You know your stare is wild and bewildered as you stare at her, but before either one of you can utter a word, the floor creaks.

"Oyakata," you and Kocho bow in unison as he enters, guided in by his children.

Once he sits, the two of you follow suit, folding your legs under your bum. "My child. I have summoned you here due to a few concerns Kocho and I have shared."

Your gaze bounces in between the both of them, neither of them revealing a thing. So you wait for someone to elaborate. Kocho speaks up first, "We understand that you and Shinazugawa have recently come from a particularly rough mission where the demons were unexpectedly strong." You nod in confirmation. "Some had...unusal abilities?"

"Yes," you confirm, not understanding the silent conversation she seems to have with the Master. "Most, if not all, had unusual Blood Demon Art technique. Nothing we've ever seen before. The new wave of low rank demons Muzan has been producing are only getting stronger and stronger." What is happening? This things were all said in your initial report that you'd done alone because Shinazugawa way out of it to even try to talk properly. "I'm a little confused."

Kocho ignores you, shooting another look to the blind man. "Did either one of you get hit... by these techniques?"

"Totally. " You answer, still unsure of where the conversation is heading. "We--I concluded that the last demon we encountered used some type of poisonous Blood Demon Art. He and I split up and he encountered the demon first." You shudder as your mind replays the scene of the bloody flight. "The demon got both of us good, but I have a better tolerance to poison, demon or not."

Kocho faces you fully, a serious expression on her typical smiling face. "Shinazugawa might be in trouble. He's been locked up in his estate since you two arrived and no one has seen him since. The only contact we've had with him is through his crow and he's only asked for basic medicine and healing ointments."

You feel a frown mar your face. "...okay?"

"We need you to go check on him," Master intervenes. "He's been refusing visitors and treatment. He never went to the medical bay for recovery. "

"Why me?" You try not to sound as weirded out as you feel. Something's not adding up, you think. "I'm not a healer and know nothing about medicine. Kocho is sitting right here."

Kocho sighs as if you're the most daft person she's ever conversated with. "I can't fix him if I don't know what's wrong with him. He's being a stubborn little thing."

"And you'll think he'll listen to me because...?"

"He'll listen to you." adds Master.

Yeah, right. "You didn't answer my question. Why me?"

Kocho stares at you blankly, but her lips stay shut. Aghast, you turn to Master. "You're the most logical option. I need you to make sure my child is okay."

You hold in your groan, hit with an obscure amount of guilt for feeling irritated and annoyed. Master always did so much for you and the others in the Demon Slayer Corps. This was no way to react to a man who deserved your utmost respect and loyalty. So you steel yourself, (despite the lingering doubt floating in your mind that maybe, just maybe, the full truth isn't being said), and clearly oblige, "Yes, sir."

So that's how you find yourself breaking into Sanemi Shinazugawa's estate thirty minutes later. You don't break in empty handed--your arms are filled with food (various foreign snacks you picked up while in the city during the mission and ohagi, his favorite food although he refused to admit it) and medicine (curtesy of Kocho). Will he be livid that you barged into the privacy of his home? Abso-fucking-lutely, but you brought ohagi, bountiful amounts of it. It should be enough to placate him (it totally wasn't).

You kick off your shoes when you find the entryway of his home, wanting to be respectful. Your steps are quiet as you wander through his home, searching for him in the quiet serene atmosphere. There's a mixture of scents that smell like musk, sweetness and him that only grows stronger as you trek deeper and deeper. You have to cover your nose and breathe through your mouth as the smell only gets stronger. It's like an invisible fog of scent.

Tanjiro would have an aneurysm in here, you think as you turn a corner.

Then you hear it.

A gruff curse, muffled by the distance. So you follow the sound, straining your ear until you're led to an ajar door, the curses and groans clear in volume and the smell so penetrable, breathing through you mouth does nothing. You adjust your hold on the care package, using your foot to push the door open. And your senses are sent into an overload by the scene before you. First of all, the smell is so ridiculously strong, it makes your head spin. Alarm bells are ringing in your mind, but you physically cannot react to the danger.

Because Sanemi Shinazugawa is butt-booty-ass naked, on his knees and tucked away in a corner as he violently jerks his angry red, incredibly hard, freakishly thick, leaking cock. When he looks up at the sound of your gasp, you're appalled by the red flush to his pale skin and sweat falling in droplets off his forehead. The glazed out look in his eyes clear as he finally seems to register who you are. Even as he rises to his feet, he doesn't stop jerking his cock. "The fuck...fuck are you doing here?" he slurs, his breaths coming out in short huffs.

"Holy shit, what is going on?" Is what you're finally able to spit. Snapping out of it, you go to step closer and he physically jumps back. "You look terrible!"

"You need to fucking go." He groans, dodging you once more. "Ugh, w-why did she send you here? I-I told her to leave m-me the fuck alone!"

You try to advance again, swiping a discarded robe off the floor in the process. "Who? Stop avoiding me! Come put this on!"

"Shinobu!" He dodges you when you try to outsmart him. The scene would be comical to any other person—you chasing prideful, high-strung Shinazugawa naked as the day he was born, to cover in indecency. "C-Can't, c-can't hold back if you keep coming closer." He growls, practically drooling as you inch closer. The agony in his voice makes you worried for his wellbeing, various parts of his body are bandaged and wrapped in white cloths. He bares his teeth as you stand frozen, stupefied and you can't help but notice how animalistic he looks. And he can't help but think he much he wants to ravageyou.

And he will if you don't stop staring at him with your big curious eyes.

He groans because somewhere faraway in his brain that's still somewhat coherent is screaming because the situation is so fucked. "I'm going to hurt you. Don't come closer, I'm begging you. Get out of here and tell Shinobu I said I want to wait it out."

You're smart, smarter than most, but somehow, someway, things weren't clicking in your pretty little brain. In your sweet concern for his wellbeing, not a thing was clicking in your brain. Did Shinobu not tell you her hypothesis? He wonders. Although Sanemi didn't confirm or deny anything Shinobu asked of him through their crow-messages, she wasn't dumb. Surely, she was onto something. You did not appear in his home on your own accord of concern.

Oh, you were an oblivious little thing Sanemi was going to wreck if you didn't start running for the hills.

"I just want to help you," you say softly, gently as if speaking to a child. "Tell me what's wrong. Kocho and I can fix this." The sound of your voice is soothing, so sweet, and Sanemei closes his eyes, feeling his release build in his core. That's all his been doing for the past few days, masturbating himself into madness quench this tiring, overwhelming lust inside him. He's dying, or at least it feels that way. His balls hurt and his dick aches from the amount of orgasms he gave himself, but he'd take that pain rather than the agonizing burn he must endure when he's not stimulating the burn that's engulfing him entirely. "Let me help you, Shinzugawa." He'd been at it for a damn near hour before you arrived, frustratedly trying to get himself to cum and failing. But you're here now, and just the sound of your voice is enough the get his overstimulated dick working again. It's depraved and sick, he feels depraved and sick. Your voice is arousing him and his release is cresting as his hands moves faster and faster, and he can't help but desperately want you to utter his name and God, it's fucked, so fucking fucked, but—

"Will you let me help you?" Your voice is nothing above a whisper, a soft lull in the lust-craved madness ringing in his mind. His eyes are closed, but he can imagine you, that worried, doe-like look on your beautiful face and he groans loudly because he's right there, so fucking close and-and then he feels your hand grip his bare, damp shoulder, "Sanemi."

He cums. He cums hard. He cums alot. It's borderline painful, the amount of semen the spurts out his sensitive cock, but it doesn't stop. He's moaning and grunting, loudly, without a single care in the world. He even throws your name into the mix because yeah, you wanted to help so bad? Fine, you were going to fucking help.

You're shocked by the amount he's ejaculated, some's even managed to get all on your hand. When Shinzugawa opens his eyes, the fog in his violet eyes is fully gone, but there's a wild hunger in his gaze that wasn't there before. It’s terrifying. The visible shift in his demeanor is felt in the atmosphere, stilling the air and you'd be a liar if you said there isn't a terrible ache blooming deep within your core. He's frozen and so are you, for a moment.

And then like a predator locked in on their prey, he pounces. You hiss at the harsh impact of your sore back hitting the hardwood floor. "Ngh—be gentle, mmph!" You airway is promptly choked by thick, cum-dripping fingers shoved into your mouth. His flavor bursts onto your tongue, heady, musky and slightly salty. Your throat convulses around his fingers.

"Suck, come on," he urges, fully grinding his still-hard cock into your clothed crotch. You grip his wrist and yank his hand out, coughing wetly. His hand grips your face hard enough to make your jaw ache, "You wanna help me so badly, hm? Suck for me, yes, fuck, that's it." He praises when you take his three fingers back into your mouth. Dutifully, you suck and lave all over his digits until you're drooling. All the while he's making quick work tearing your clothes off your body with one hand. The sound of fabric ripping goes in one ear and out the other.

Your just naked as Sanemi, (and making your way to being just as desperate). He slaps his fat cock against your pussy and for a frightful second you think he's gonna shove his monstrous thing into you, no prep. He's rocking against you desperately, the engorged head catching your entrance a few times. Just the slight breach is enough to make you tense up, and he notices. Sanemi pulls his saliva-coated fingers out your mouth and your heartbeat stutters as his hand finds your cunt. He pushes two fingers in, granted you're embarrassingly wet, but you haven't had anything in there an ages. The stretch is making you whine and he's not taking his time to make anything sweet or sexy. No foreplay or anything. He's not taking his time to learn your tight canal, he's finger-fucking you to prepare you for his cock. You whine when he adds another finger, speeding up his thrusts. The squelch of your cunt is enough to make your face redden, even as your grind against his hand.

Your world tilts as you’re flipped over and turned, Shinzugawa moving right along. It’s all happening so fast and before you can realize what’s happening, his dick is pressing against your lips and his tongue is licking a long stripe down your slit. You scream, and he takes his chance, muffling your scream by plugging your mouth full of his big cock.

His slurping loudly at your cunt, devouring you like a man starved all while jumping your face, shoving himself down your throat. It’s nasty and filthy and he’s not taking his time one bit. He’s an only about halfway in your mouth, so you work the rest of him with both hands. He’s face-fucking you and drinking up your sweet taste all in unison.

His sacs are large and heavy against your face and his cock is intrusive, deep within your throat. There’s a mix of saliva and and precum foaming at your mouth and your going crazy. He’s sucking on your clit and you’re clawing at his thighs and he’s fucking cumming down your throat. Somewhere in my semi-conscious mind, you wonder how a man is physically able to ejaculate that much semen.

Your train of thought is broken because you too, violently orgasming and boy, it is not pretty. There’s a twitching dick leaking in your throat, and the dick’s owner is fucking your pussy like he wants to eat your whole. You can’t scream because you can’t breathe because there’s a ginormous dick in your throat and it’s too much. You’re twitching and fighting Sanemi’s death grip around your thighs because it’s all too much. The sounds that your body’s creating obscenely inappropriate; the loud squelching of your juicy cunt and the gluck gluck glack gluck of him face fucking you to shreds.

When he finally yanks himself out your mouth and flips you around to face him, the ravenous expression on his face sends goosebumps across your skin. The fat dick you were previously choking on his back against your pussy, rubbing and grinding to mix the slick and your saliva together.

Am I going to make it out of here alive?

"I'm gonna make you regret coming here.”

He’s shoving himself in. You choke on your breath, your hands scrambling across his scarred chest. He grabs your wrists, fully using your arms as handlebars to shove himself deeper. You're gurgling and babbling nonsense, a slurry of curses as he bullies his fat cock into your hardly prepped in cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck, relax," he slurs, rocking his hips in and out. "Ah, fuck, relax," his thumb finds your swollen clit and it's catastrophic. You scream as an unexpected orgasm rocks through your entire body. You're panting and moaning, and Sanemi is right there along with you, cursing and panting into your neck his been nicking at. He’s trying to fuck you through it, but you're so fucking tight and sensitive and you're positively strangling his dick and— oh, my God, he's cumming again. Not like earlier, but it's enough and it feels too fucking good to finally cum inside something, inside you.

He lifts to his forearms, because he needs to try something else because he's not even halfway in your tiny cunt and you both have already cum, and you—

Sanemi freezes. You're crying, or on the brink of it, looking at him with the desperation that's consuming him whole, and he can't but help and think you look so fucking pretty, and so fucking beautiful and his control is gone and he's gripping your hips hard enough to bruise and fully shoving himself in your cunt. You wail and the tears fall, running down your face, down into your hairline and you just look sofucking pretty and wrecked and he hasn't really started fucking you.

So he does.

And your reaction is worth the strangulation dealt to him by your precious little cunt. "Big, big, too big," you shriek, "'s too big, Shin—"

"No," he interrupts, slapping your bouncing tits. It rips another scream from your throat, the sound like music to his ears, "my name. Drop the honorifics. While I'm fucking you, you better moan my fucking name." He finishes his sentence with a rather rough thrust. In his poisoned, lust-filled mind, he still finds himself growing incredibly angry because it was so fucked, "I fucking told you," he growls, his thrusts just as mean, "I fucking told you to leave and you didn't listen."

"Puh-p-please," you gurgle, marking him crescent shaped indents on his skin. "I-I can't, 's t-too much. S-Stop, I c—"

"You can take it," he's fucking you up, fucking up your guts and God, it's driving you insane. You can't breathe and Sanemi is bullying his fat cock into your tiny pussy without a fucking care. He's being brutal and rough, fucking you on the ground like an animal. "You gonna cum?" he taunts, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Yeah, you better start begging."

"P-puh, p-please, Sanemi," you whine brokenly. "Shit, agh, fuck, fuck—“

"I thought you wanted me to stop?"

"No!" You all but cry out. "No, no, no, please, don't stop. I need it, need you."

Sanemi's kissing all over your face, the gentlest he's been yet, such a stark contrast to the brutal way he's sinking into your cunt and dragging your guts out with every withdraw. "Is that so? Need it? Need me that bad?" He rasps and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. But he spits into your parted mouth instead. "Fuck, you're so pretty. Letting me fuck you up like this. Say thank you."

"T-thank you," you pant out. "Thank y-you, Sanemi."

He moans loudly and fully helps you get there, rubbing his thumb against your clit. The stimulation makes your eyes cross and you try to say something, anything, but Sanemi is fucking you harder and he's pawing roughly at your tits and your mind is reeling and struggling to keep up or even make sense of the entire situation because it's all just too much. And then Sanemi's gripping your face, yanking you up and pressing his mouth to yours. It's all tongue and teeth more of a swap of saliva then a genuine kiss. And it's enough to break to rising peak and pulls you right down in it. You're hearing colors and seeing sounds, and your mind has short-circuited.

When you finally come to some form of awareness, Sanemi's flipping your limp body over and raising your hips higher. Face down, ass up—oh, my God, he’s gonna to plow you into the fucking floor. A yelp leaves your mouth as he slips right into your slippery cunt, groaning at how you seem to welcome him right in. He's deeper, much deeper than before and you can't do anything but take it. You're clawing at the ground to grip at anything really and Sanemi's jack-hammering away like a maniac. The loud slapping of skin sends an embarrassing flush down your body, despite yourself.

You're not sure where the pleasure begins and the pain ends, but you're drunk on it, drunk on the carnal desire to have Sanemi fuck you to oblivion. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you wander if someone can die from sex. He's fucking you like he wants to kill you with his dick and thought he's groaning, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat against your skin, you wholly believe it's because of whatever he's ingested. He's chest is burning and soaking with sweat against your back, but his strength doesn't falter, he never falters, showing off his insane Hashira strength whilst fucking you silly.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grits, sucking a hard spot onto your shoulder. "Where...where do you want me to cum?"

You're moaning and and writhing, and unable to form a coherent sentence. Sanemi's rough grip is in your hair, pulling you back as his heavy sacs slap against your throbbing clit. You want to tell him not inside, but your tongue is lolling out your mouth, drooling and your head is fuzzy, and Sanemi is to far gone to think rationally and not come into your bare pussy. And he does anyway and you squeeze the hell out of his cock, milking him for everything he's worth. "Oh, shit, shit, shit, holy shit," he's groaning and he's moaning and he's whining into your kiss-bitten skin, hips bucking into your wet heat.

You're stuffed with his cum, and he's in fucking heaven. There's a thick ring of cream around his base from your wet pussy and all the cum he's just pumped you full with. He pulls you up by your hair, higher and until you’re on your haunches, seated in his lap. His hips move slowly, exploratory and hitting every last sensitive, gummy spot in your walls. To your horror, you feel him growing stiff inside you once more. “It’s not over?” you weakly croak.

He gropes at your heaving chest, tweaking and pulling at your hard nipples.

“Hah—“ he groans as you squeeze around him, bucking up roughly. “I have to keep going—oh, fuck—this stupid blood demon art, I have to fuck it out my system.”

You whimper and not because Sanemi’s resumed his thrusting, deep and slow, but because you’re in genuine fear of your wellbeing, Sanemi’s going to wreck your already bruised body and you essentially can’t do anything but take it.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he tongues at your wet cheeks, moaning at the salty taste. “You’re being so good. I knew you could be good. My perfect slut.”

”S-Stop,” you want him to shut up so badly, you can’t breathe, he’s punching his way up into you with his throbbing, fat cock. It’s like he’s try to fuck his way up your throat, or at least that’s what it feelslike. The squelch of your pussy is loud and you can feel a mixture of you and him dripping out your used hole, soaking his lap. “Ugh—I c-can’t, I can’t take it anymore.”

The slap across your cheek makes another burst of tears roll down your cheeks. “You will,” he growls, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re going to fucking cum around my cock and milk every last drop of cum out of it. Come on, slut. You can do it.”

Oh, he’s fucking ruthless. He pins both your arms behind your back with in hand while the other roughly plays with your engorged clit. Your hand is hanging because you don’t have the strength to keep it up anymore and you’re most definitely seeing stars instead of brown flooring, and you’re most definitely not just cumming around Sanemi.

You’re squirting and it’s causing your vision to darken, and you’re creaming all over his lap and on the floor and you’re screaming and crying out like you’re being stabbed to death. To an a certain extent you really are. And Sanemi doesn’t falter. If anything his thrusts get harder and his finger moves faster and faster against your clit.

“I’m not stopping if you pass out,” you think you hear him say, but you’re way too out of it to know for sure. You’re babbling absolute gibberish, twitching and whimpering, weakly trying to get away from the insatiable man behind you. If anything, he holds you tighter and your eyes fully cross. The overstimulation is pulling you deeper and deeper into darkness, and-and—

You feel your body go limp before the darkness engulfs you whole.

Sanemi keeps his promise to keep fucking you conscious or unconscious. Sometimes you are lucid enough to enough to moan and cry out his name, and other times, your only reaction is a weak whimper. It goes on for hours and hours before the concept of time is lost to the both of you. You’ve been fucked in every position, on every surface possible—it’s madness. He’s madness and he remains just as mean, perhaps even getting worser.

You aren’t sure where he starts and where you end. Never in your life have you ever cum so much. Never in your life have you ever seen a man cum so much. He’s ejaculated on every inch if your body—in your tummy, on your tummy, in your mouth, on your face, on your tits. It’s never ending.

Dramatics, because it does eventually end. The consuming burn that seemed to want to kill him from the inside out finally quieted. The posioned list-haze was finally clearing out his mind, and he’s starting to feel better, like himself again. He’s grown conscious just like you, just in a different way.

The thing is, the both of you are both fucked out to exhaustion and drunk on overstimulation.

You’re in his lap, his cock nestled deep inside your cunt. There’s no space in between your bodies, your clinging to him like a you’ve got separation anxiety. Your head is against head is against his shoulder and his head is gently soothing down your wild hair. He doesn’t mind the proximity, he thinks to himself, holding you a little tighter He’s unsure if you’re actually awake—earlier you had been grinding against him, nothing crazy because both of you were fucking spent, but enough to stimulate something.

(The both of you are clearly insatiable)

“Shinzugawa,” you whisper.

He stiffens, his hand freezing.

“Are you feeling better, Shinzugawa?”

He can’t believe you. He’s fucked you stupid for hours and hours and you still have the gall to address him by his surname.

“I’m fine.” He answers gruffly. Which is a lie, because posion-wise, he feels like he’s gotten an intense cleanse. He’s a new man essentially. But physically? Oh, he’s in so much fucking pain from never getting actual treatment after the mission and fucking you like a mad man. His balls hurt. But until you get up, there would have to be a demon breaking down his door to get him up.

His hands drops as you begin to shift around, lifting your head. There’s an acute exhaustion on your face, your eyes droopy but you still smile at him, tiredly. All on your neck and chest, angry red marks and hickeys mare your skin. Sanemi thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. (He’ll never say it aloud, though).

When you lean down and press your lips against his, he thinks twice about reprimanding you for disobeying him. He’s still incredibly angry, but you're so sweet and pliant against him, letting him explore your mouth sensually. So as you part from his lips, the only thing he can utter is, “You’re such an idiot.”

You catch on immediately, "I just wanted to help you," you sigh. "You looked on the brink of death."

"You didn't need to do that," he argues gruffly. "The entire situation was so fucked."

"You saved me on the mission," you lean forward, kissing his cheek. His heartbeat stutters. “Even though you threw me off a fucking building, you still took the brunt of the attack. It’s my fault—“ you mouth snaps shut and Sanemi can see the gears working in your mind. “Oh, my God, that’s why she sent me.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes. You’re extremely late to the party.

“The vapor the demon was releasing, the poisonous one—it was a lust oriented,” your jaw unhinges as you speak. “That’s why you were getting so red and feverish. I thought it was from internal bleeding.”

Sanemi grunts at you. “Yeah, I realized that after we got back and I had the spirit of a sex demon in my mind and threatening to kill me if I didn’t start fucking something. It was horrible. I felt like I was dying—I was dying.” Never in his life had he experienced something so excruciating.

Another wave a realization crashes on you. “Shinzugawa, that’s terrible. how did you survive so long?”

He shrugs. “Hell if I know. Sheer desperation, I guess.”

”Holy shit,” you murmur, eyes widening. He finds himself agreeing with you. Holy. Shit.

”I can’t believe you, though.” he snaps, a tumultuous sort of emotions running his mind. It’s too much for his lagging brain. “I didn’t want to hurt you and I did just that. Why didn’t you leave?” He finds his voice getting smaller, that crippling anxiety he felt for a fleeting moment while lost in the haze coming back full force. The what ifs plague his mind and Sanemi finds himself growing so very vulnerable in the moment. He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look you in the eye, “Why…why didn’t you leave?”

Your hands are a gentle touch against his face, but roughed from years and years of training. Your fingers tangle into the white locs brushing against the nape of his neck. He feels your forehead press against his, and you whisper against his lips, ”I just wanted to help. It was my fault you got hit. It was my fault you got hit again.”

Good god, it’s all too much. His body is exhausted and he’s feeling too many things and guilt is gnawing at his brain and you’re just too sweet, too understanding and too unbothered by the way he’s treated you in the last forty-eight hours because despite all the guilt and shame running rampant—a sick and twisted realization makes him cringe because he doesn’t regret it.

No, Sanemi doesn’t regret it—not one bit.

In fact—quite shockingly—he finds that he’s even…glad it was you.

Disgusting. He knows.

”It’s not your fault,” he argues, though he’s truly too exhausted to put any real power behind it.

He takes your settling back into his chest as your agreement, as you’re too tired to fight back. You’re moving around slightly, taking his arm and guiding it back around your naked back. “You don’t look like you’re in your deathbed anymore,” you mumble, slipping your hand into his.

”I’m forever indebted to you.” Sanemi wonders if you’re purposefully rocking against him. It’s small, baby movements, but enough to stir is flaccid cock nestled in your abused cunt.

“Ooh,” you coo. “If you stay like this, your debt is forgiven.”

He’s tempted, terribly so, but both of your bodies are sticky and sweaty, and he hasn’t pulled out in a long time. “I need to wash you up.”

You whine and like the devious minx you are, you squeeze your abused walls around him and he involuntarily bucks up. He hisses, tightens his hold on you to keep you still, “Fuck, don’t do that.”

”I wanna stay like this,” you whimper and all care is thrown to the wind because you’re totally riding him now, slowly rising and sinking down on him. “Can I fuck you like this, please? Please?”

Oh, he can’t believe it, believe you. And fuck, he can’t believe he’s getting actually getting aroused.

He can’t believe he lets you fuck yourself on his overwork dick. He can’t believe it as you slowly but surely work yourself up to an orgasm with no stimulation. He can’t believe it when he cums inside of you, you shooting his thick load straight into your womb. It dribbles out along with the rest of your slick and his old seed because he’s already stuffed you twice earlier.

Finally, finally, when he convinces you to wash up with him, you feel like a new person. Sanemi’s mostly quiet, but so are you. His scarred hands are gentle as he srubs your body and cleans your sensetive pussy of all his cum. He’s gentle as he dresses the old and new wounds and marks tattering your body.

He’s so, so careful and soft with you, it makes you borderline emotional, and God, you fight with a vengeance to keep your tears from falling down.

And when he’s all done and the both of you are all cleaned, tucked away in his bed to rest, you have a sick and twisted realization of your own. Sanemi purposefully left a ginormous gap between your bodies. Though your muscles are aching, you scoot over to his side. He doesn’t shake you off when you mold your body against his warm back and tangle your legs with his.

He pulls your arms around his middle, and interlacing your fingers together. It’s a oddly affectionate, sending a flurry of butterflies through your belly.

“Shinzugawa?”

”What?”

”Can I tell you a secret?” You whisper.

He grunts. Your affirmation.

Though he can’t see your face, you still hide your red face in his muscled shoulder. “I’m glad it was me. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

In the quiet serene of the room, despite the darkness, Sanemi bits his lip to conceal his smile.

“Me too.”

~•~

Tanjiro frowns as he realizes he’s been stood up again. He had been fully enthralled by your combat style since he met you for the first time months ago—you swooped in and saved him, Zentisu and Nezuko months ago during a mission they came terribly close to failing.

You weren’t a Hashira, but he respected you like one. He’s pretty indifferent to most of the Hashiras, but you? You’re different. There’s a scent that you carry that he’s never encountered before. You intrigued him.

So when he finally built up the guts to ask you for personal training and advice—you surprisingly agreed. Whenever the two of you wound up on the same schedule, he’d be right by your side, learning you to become a better fighter.

But he’s been stood up for the second day in a row, and his concern is growing. If you’re not with Kocho, then you’re with Sanemi. And you couldn’t be with Sanemi because he’d been badly injured and fell ill during a mission and was holed up in his home.

So Tanjiro sets out for the butterfly mansion. He finds Kocho immediately, being sure to greet her appropriately before asking her of your whereabouts.

The Insect Hashira shakes her head, dutifully, but he notices the small smile on her face, “She’s not available. She won’t be for another week.”

Tanjiro sighs, disappointed, but accepts it. He nods toward her workspace, straining his eye to read the label of the containers in her hand, “Bruise cream. Shakuyakukanzoto. Kakkonto. Detox tea. Who’s all this for?” He asks, staring at the leaves and plants and fruits scattered about.

She chuckles, all mischievous and secretive. “Someone who needs it.”

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at last | ahs - freak show ; j.darling

tag list babes || req. rules / fandoms+characters || got a req? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

This is a one shot... for now. Masterlist for AHS can be found here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This was inspired by the fact that I woke up and chose violence in the form of angst, there not being nearly enough love for Jimmy Darling on this hellsite and oldies on Spotify and maybe just a smidge of The Notebook. Oh and a prompts list which is this one right here

SUMMARY;

-- you grew up with him and somewhere along the way, you fell in love. aka, the one where unrequited love becomes requited.

PAIRING;

Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader (aside from having female parts, this one is a bit better of a blank slate I am uh.. still transitioning from writing OC works to writing Reader works so yeah.)

WARNINGS;

Angst. That is the warning.

TAGLIST;

There's nobody on my American Horror Story taglist. If you'd like to be, please click the little link up top and add yourself or tell me and I'll do it.

OTHER STUFF;

Reader has been adopted by Elsa Mars and raised as her own from a young age. None of the plot of Freak Show is mentioned here save for Jimmy losing his mother and Maggie being in the first half. This is all I have for this particular thing so if you want to see more or maybe you want me to make a series out of this please lmk. Otherwise, this is a one shot.

“Let me go, Jimmy.”

You give him a pleading look. The suitcases are already packed, and a taxi is on its way. You tried so hard to stick around, the carnival is your only family and it’s the only thing you’ve ever known because Elsa Mars adopted you when you were no older than three.

But you’re 19 now.

All grown up.

You’ve been in love with Jimmy Darling for years and you can’t take another second pining away in secret.

“So you’re just gonna leave, doll? That it? We’re family til we ain’t anymore?” Jimmy looks so hurt. So oblivious. And he sounds so cold when he says it. “Maggie, she was right. You were always too good for this place.”

Maybe hearing her name come out of the mouth of the man you love for the millionth time is what prompts you to do it. And you figure there’s no harm, it’s not like he’ll return the feelings and it’s not like it’ll change anything that you’ve decided.

“I’m so sick of her.” you say it without thinking. Bitterness welling up from deep within as you shake your head when Jimmy goes to speak up, to say something. “Look.” you rub the bridge of your nose and you sigh, taking a deep breath. “I can’t pretend anymore, alright?”

Jimmy steps up, blocking your path when you step over with every intention of grabbing your suitcase and leaving the rest of what you’ve stopped yourself from saying unsaid.

Elsa, your adoptive mother peeks in. “Your taxi is almost here, darling. Have you said your goodbyes to everyone?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“She’s going t’ go off and make a name for herself, Jimmy! Aren’t y’ so excited for her?” the words are said with a hint of mocking as brown eyes linger on Jimmy Darling. He’s just lost his mother and now, he’s losing you. The love of his life. The one girl he’s always wanted, always put on a pedestal and told himself he’d never have because he’s disfigured, he’s a freak. You’re too good for him, he could never give you the life you deserve.

“Yeah. Real excited.” Jimmy’s tone is flat.

“Make your last goodbye quick, my little darling! It’s almost time to go.” and with this, Elsa Mars is gone, the door swinging shut soft behind her.

“Why are you even here? Doesn’t Maggie need something?” you say it quiet and you say it with what you hope is a voice that doesn’t contain a hint of jealousy or bitterness. “Aren’t you in love with her now?”

This is the exact reason you know you can’t stay here. Pining away in secret ultimately leads to bitterness and anger and that’s not a way you want to live your life. It’s already started, you’ve bent over backwards since her arrival to try to find something wrong with her, something that’ll get her run off. Away from him. Away from your family.

You step around him to grab your suitcase one last time and you can’t help or stop it when the words come tumbling out. “I’ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you, Jimmy.” you want to disappear on the spot, but you swallow down the lump in your throat and you keep going, “It hurts, ya know? I ache for you. And you don’t even… It’s like I’m not good enough because I’ve tried so hard.”

You pick up the suitcase and start to make your way out of the little silver camper. As you’re walking towards the road to wait for the taxi, Maggie stops you and you sigh, defeated. “You win. Just… take care of him, please?” you mumble, “Take care of him.”

You hurry towards the road and you’ve made it halfway, but you’re stopped. Whirled around with force that catapults you straight into him. Webbed fingers grip either side of your face clumsily and he’s leaning down, his forehead against your own. “Baby no… c’mon doll, you don’t have t’ do this, please stay. C’mon,” he’s pleading frantically and rough lips attack your softer ones hungrily as he continues to beg, “Don’t leave me too. I love you. I really love you, I mean it.”

You pull away because you’re wary of it at first. But he’s just about to cry and you can’t take it. “Jimmy..” you trail off, raising a hand to wipe at your eyes. “You’re just saying that. You’ll be fine, you’ll see. You’ll..” you wipe your eyes again, “You’ll forget all about me and it won’t take long, either.”

The taxi comes to a slow and screeching halt and you get into it, paying the driver as you light up a cigarette with shaking hands. “Where to, miss?”

“The train station. I’m leaving for New York today.” you manage a weak smile. And the whole time, your heart is breaking into a million pieces on the inside.

Jimmy watches you leave and Maggie wanders up. “You loved her, huh?”

“She’s the reason I wasn’t leavin yet. I.. stayed t’ be close to her. Just told myself I couldn’t have her.”

“Where’s she going?”

“Elsa said somethin’ about New York.”

Maggie isn’t stupid, she knows their brief and fleeting thing is over, right then, on the spot. She sighs and gets him looking at her. “I don’t love you. Not like her.”

And somehow, hearing her say it doesn’t hurt at all. Not nearly as much as you leaving.

“Remember everything you told me? About the future? About a little house in the middle of town? I think you know who you really imagined all of that with. Let her go for now.. But go to her.”

Jimmy thinks it over and he takes a shaky breath.

– ( 2 years later )

You’re exhausted. All you want to do is go up to your little studio apartment and sleep. You’re pushing your way through a crowded street a block away from your place and you think you see him in the crowd but you quickly put the thought out of your head. Elsa’s last letter hinted that the show had broken up and you can only assume that Jimmy went on to build his dream life with his dream girl.

Because when he tried to stop you from leaving that day, you’re almost certain that when he said he loved you he meant like family. Like a friend or a sister, because that’s essentially how you’d been raised with him.

So you’re almost completely certain that seeing him in crowds and catching hints of that cheap cologne and the pomade he used in his hair are just residuals and you tell yourself that one day, this won’t happen anymore. One day, you’ll forget all about him.

You know it’s a lie but it keeps you going.

You’re just about to step into the lobby of your building when you feel hands on your hips and you whirl around, ready to attack.

Jimmy is standing there. Wild flowers in one hand and a weak smile.

It takes a second for you to process. You blink twice and he doesn’t disappear in front of you.

“I’ve loved y’ since the first time I laid eyes on ya, doll. Are you almost done with this shit?” he gestures to the busy sidewalk and the crowded street you live on. You’re frozen, mouth and brain utterly useless because neither one wants to work on their own, let alone together. “Jimmy..”

“Yeah, kitten?” he steps closer, towering over you. Pulling you close by wrapping an arm around your waist. “I hate this place. It’s too noisy, doll. Let me take y’ home?” he mutters, closing the distance between his mouth and yours.

“Jimmy, what about…” you’re not allowed to finish what you were about to ask because he’s pulled you up his body, your legs around his waist. “Darlin..” he coaxes, teeth locking on your bottom lip as he deepens the kiss, “I tried t’ let you go, alright? I..I can’t. I love you. It’s you, okay? It’s always been you.”

“Take me home, Jimmy.” you gasp out as your mouths crash against each other all over again…

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #293: AND FLIGHTS OF ANGELS...

July, 1988

THE FATE OF MARRINA!

Wait, hold up... the fate of Marrina tm? Flights of angels...? Isn’t that usually followed by sing thee to thy rest?

Yup. Yuuup. Marrina is going to die.

Shame. Shaaaame.

She seemed like she had potential as an Avenger. How long has it been since we had a married couple on the Avengers? ... Oh, when Vision and Scarlet Witch were on the team. Still, though!

But I might be jumping the gun.

Last times on Avengers: the Avengers are having a tough time lately. Because this is the character assassination era. Captain Marvel Monica Rambeau is a weak and ineffectual leader who wants to do things like... not kill Marrina. Dr Druid very much wants to kill Marrina as a first and only option and is actively undermining Monica and having ominous sex dreams. Marrina turned into a giant sea monster for some reason and has been sinking ships and destroying coastal settlements. Namor is sad because his wife doesn’t seem to love him anymore and also is a giant world-threatening monster.

Tough times.

You know who else is having tough times?

Atlantis.

Marrina is smashing them UP!

Which is pretty fascinating! It implies there’s still some of Marrina within her because no doubt she’d harbor some resentment for Atlantis giving her beloved husband the boot and elevating one of his worst enemies to the throne.

Maybe we can ignore the blatant foreshadowing and snap Marrina out of-

Oh.

This doesn’t imply anything. Dr Druid caused this, for some reason.

Ffs.

I’ll get to that when it’s relevant in the plot.

Meanwhile, Simonson gets to put on his Literature Hat by quoting Milton’s Paradise Lost regarding the biblical Leviathan which has little to do with Marrina except being a big aquatic troublemaker.

Namor shows up after Marrina has already gotten bored and wandered off and is distraught to see that Marrina is now killing people that he cares about.

Okay, not really.

But considering its her attack on Atlantis that makes Namor go rejoin the Avengers, it really does feel kind of like all that other damage and other death she’s caused bothered him significantly less.

Over at Hydrobase, Dr Drui psychically spies on Namor, satisfied that his manipulations have paid off.

He also swoons so that he can flashback to something that happened recently but that the audience doesn’t know about.

Very considerate!

Dr Druid: “Apparently only I have the will to save all who can be saved. I pray this will give me the strength to do what must be done!”

Fuck you Dr Druid Point 1: Dr Druid can use “controlled clairvoyance to find Leviathan Marrina so all that time the Avengers couldn’t find her fast enough to prevent damage, Druid was just holding out on them.

Dr Druid: “So, my terrible friend, let us see what we can do to convince the others that you are indeed a menace that must be dealt with properly!”

Fuck you Dr Druid Point 2: He lured Marrina to attack and destroy Atlantis by creating an illusion of a nice, juicy boat and since sea serpents are dumb, he just had the boat head down towards Atlantis.

Fuck you Dr Druid Point 1+2=3: Given that he can find Marrina with “controlled clairvoyance” and lure Marrina with illusion boats, he could have been finding and diverting her and saving lives this whole time. Granted, the effort seems to exhaust him. So maybe he couldn’t have kept it up for long. But he’s refusing to help to his fullest abilities and then criticizing Monica for not being interested in saving lives.

You, sir, Dr Druid, are the menace that must be dealt with properly.

Grump grump.

Anyway.

Dr Druid feels bad about being an evil shithead but comforts himself that he’s saving lives by luring Marrina to kill a bunch of Atlanteans and convincing Namor to rejoin the Avengers so Druid can convince the other Avengers that killing Marrina as their first option is the best and only option.

Dr Druid: “She is too dangerous to be allowed to roam the seas at will... while Captain Marvel wastes time and lives seeking vainly for some illusory cure for Marrina’s condition. But there is no time to waste in that direction. For I have had such dreams that foretell of grave danger in the near future... and Marrina could be just the beginning. Yet how could I convince my fellow Avengers of a threat heralded by dreams? Best to keep my own counsel... and deflect the Avengers from Captain Marvel’s useless endeavors...”

And he finds She-Hulk, Thor, and Captain Marvel talking to Dr Pym on the video phone.

Pym isn’t promising any miracles because the information they sent over was fragmentary. But he used his science brain and scienced up a possible cure. A shot in the dark really. A shot in the dark in the form several hypodermic harpoon needles that will inject Marrina with viral recombinant DNA suppressor. Which MIGHT revert her back to her previous form.

Dr Pym also warns the Avengers to obviously not stick themselves with the harpoon needles because that’d be dumb.

Can’t tell if this is a chekov’s gun or just added detail.

Like that super special dart gun in Lost World Jurassic Park that would kill a dude in less than a second if they accidentally stuck themselves with it. But then the gun never got used at all.

Anyway, Black Knight says it’ll take him a couple hours to make some bazookas to shoot these harpoon needles.

He still sees the problem that Namor will get in the way. But Namor shows up to say he’ll definitely not get in the way!

Namor: “A true monach, Dane, will sacrifice anything, even his own happiness, for the good of the subjects he rules. That is his sacred trust. And though I am no longer a monarch, am I not a guardian of Earth and its mortal inhabitants? Is my trust not as sacred?”

Thor: “Well spoken, Prince Namor. I do not bid thee welcome, for what glad greeting can cloak the grim task that confronts us -- a kinslaying. But I speak as one Avenger to another... thy sacred trust in this hour of trial is gratefully received. No other warrior would I as lief have at my side.”

Frens. Or allies. Avengers. Whatever.

Namor sweetens the rejoining deal. Not only will he be more of a help than a hindrance, he’ll also show the Avengers where Leviathan Marrina is keeping all the ships she sinks.

And he does.

The Avengers get in their QUINJET and fly to the random part of the ocean that Namor tells them.

They don’t see Marrina which could mean she’s out looking for more ships.

Thor suggests they start searching.

Dr Druid says he’ll try a clairvoyant trace. WHICH WE ALREADY KNOW HE CAN USE TO FIND HER. HE DOESN’T FIND HER HERE. THE WORST.

Black Knight cobbled together a sonar pod to scan the oceans.

And Captain Marvel nyooms out in her lightform to zoom all around the world searching the oceans.

THEY STILL DON’T FIND ANYTHING FOR HOURS.

When they eventually find her its because there’s a static patch on their scanners, since Leviathan Marrina can, for some reason, jam signals.

When the Avengers find her, she’s sinking another ship. They arrive too late to save the ship and I guess there’s no survivors in the water because they jump right to trying to harpoon dart Marrina.

The first harpoon needle shatters against her armored scales.

She-Hulk reloads the bazooka and Black Knight figures that maybe her underbelly will be more penetrable. But Leviathan Marrina twists at the last moment and the second harpoon shatters against her armored head.

Thor jumps out of the Quinjet too and starts Mjolniring Marrina in the face, trying to distract her so Black Knight can get a good shot.

Thor: “HAVE AT THEE, CREATURE OF THE DEPTHS! The Avengers shall endeavor to save thee in spite of thyself!”

Black Knight takes aim at the stunned Leviathan Marrina’s underbelly... and no luck!

Her soft underbelly is still too armored.

And now there’s only one harpoon needle left...

Leviathan Marrina rises up to try to eat the people that keep shooting at her and She-Hulk has a sudden good idea.

She-Hulk: “That’s it! Her mouth! Aim for her mouth, Dane! No armor!”

With the very last shot, Black Knight shoots Marrina in the tonsils (ouch) with the cure.

AND IT WORKS!

God only knows where her swimsuit came from when she turned back into her normal self. But she’s back to normal!

Good times are here again.

Marrina: “Oh, my love. Is this another fevered illusion... or have my fondest dreams come true?”

Namor: “Fear not, my heart. You’re safe now, I promise. And here is my kiss upon it.”

Aw, that’s nice.

Now we scene change to the Kang subplot that’s happening for some reason and I’m sure everyone is excited about.

Remember? The one with Kang-123488.23497?

That guy! That specific Kang! Also, a billion other Kangs. Too many Kangs.

Beard Kang says that its rare for Kangs to survive a council war which means that despite the point of the original Council of Kangs to be a trap to kill all Kangs but Cape Kang, there’s so many infinite Kangs that there are multiple council wars of which Kang-123488.23497 is just the latest (whatever that means in terms of a group that transcends time) survivor to be scouted to join the Council of Cross-Time Kangs.

Which is like a Council of Kangs but probably less of a trap to secretly murder its members.

Since Kang-123488.23497 or Kang has survived a council war and also killed a little baby assassin Kang, he has proven he has the stuff to join the Council of Cross-Time Kangs.

And since its a join or die situation, Kang joins.

The lady Kang is apparently Nebula Kang and she is told to escort Kang to his new quarters.

OH HI NEBULA!

(Except it isn’t really.)

(Retcon alert: it will later turn out that this Nebula is actually Ravonna, spying on the Council of Cross-Time Kangs for Immortus or something. Which does follow up on that plot thread. But at the expense of following up on the Nebula plot thread. Nebula was transported by the Beyonder to somewhere away due to Firelord’s careless words. Starfox left the Avengers to go look for her while the team went back to Earth. Wouldn’t it make this stupid new infinite Kang pile more relevant to the team if it was Nebula? This is where she wound up after the Beyonder yeeted her? And because her plot thread was never tied off, she’s back and causing trouble for the Avengers? Spoiler alert: Nebula Kang will cause trouble for the Avengers.)

OH HI NEBULA! SO THIS IS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN

Kang is confused that Nebula Kang is called Nebula so she explains that since everyone is a Kang, they choose individual names to avoid confusion.

Kang-123488.23497 decides he’s going to be Fred. Fred the Kang. Fred Kang.

As in Flintstone.

Such a choice.

Nebula Kang also tells Fred Kang that her quarters are just down the hall from his. And flirtatiously suggests he come visit her sometime so she can whisper sweet lore dumps in his ear.

I don’t know if Kangs fucking Kangs is weird or not. Nebula Kang, whether Ravonna or Nebula, isn’t Kang. So its fair game for her. But they all dress alike so its a bit narcissistic, isn’t it?

Anyway, the lore dump she wants to sweetly whisper to him is about “the deadliest weapon in the omniverse” and how the Council of Cross-Time Kangs is all about finding it.

Well, that answers my question of what the hell this organization even does.

After she returns to her quarters, Nebula Kang says there are depths to Fred that she’ll enjoy plumbing.

God, Nebula. Stop being horny.

But she sits in a comfy looking chair and puts on what looks like an airplane neck pillows so she can check on her “catspaw.”

Nebula Kang: “Becoming a member of the Kang Korps was the wisest move of my career. And seducing the future leader of the Avengers will be the second!”

AND SHE TAKES ON THE FORM OF THE SEXY OMINOUS LADY FROM DR DRUID’S OMINOUS SEX DREAMS!

GOD DAMMIT DR DRUID, YOU’RE LETTING NEBULA MANIPULATE YOU! STOP THINKING WITH YOUR DICK, YOU DICK!

Anyway.

Back at the plot, the Avengers fly Marrina toward a hospital. Namor refuses to let anyone else hold her because he’s a romantic like that.

But suddenly everything goes wrong because we’re not allowed nice things in editorial mandate land.

Marrina: “I’m cold. So cold. I feel as though a hand of ice clutches at my heart and freezes my blood!”

Namor tries to warm her up with kisses but observes that her lips are like ice.

And suddenly she freaks out, begging Namor for help while also thrashing and clawing at him.

The cure didn’t. She’s reverting to the bestial form that preceded the leviathan. And shortly after, reverting to the leviathan.

Her thrashing causes Namor to crash into the ocean.

Thor tells Namor to kill Marrina before she can become big huge large again but Namor hesitates and she becomes big huge large.

Where the fuck did the mass for that come from?

Whatever. This is the Marvel universe where Hank Pym makes conservation of mass weep like a tiny child.

Actually... Speaking of that... hey this is a dramatic moment and all... its very sad that Hank Pym’s shot in the dark cure didn’t work... Why didn’t he just send the Avengers an assload of Pym Particles?

They shrink Marrina, put her in a little terrarium, and then study her and try to cure her from a more informed point?

Dammit, Hank!

You’ll shrink Tigra later and put her in a cat carrier but you won’t shrink Marrina? Playing favorites!

Anyway, not only does Marrina grow back up to a big ol’ Leviathan, she grows bigger than she was before.

Makes no sense but sometimes writers have to force the ending they want.

See, this isn’t the same level of threat the Avengers were already dealing with. It’s an indeterminate but larger level of threat.

Thor even says that if Marrina keeps getting bigger, she may endanger THE ENTIRE EARTH! As opposed to just shipping and coastal communities.

Thor and Captain Marvel decide to unleash electricity on Marrina, hoping to electrocute her before she finishes transforming.

For some reason, Monica decides this is the time to comment that she doesn’t know if she reaaaaally believes Thor is the reeeeal Norse god of thunder. But whatever, it’s not a relevant line of thought to this situation.

Thor summons lightning with Mjolnir and Captain Marvel turns herself into electrical energy and both slam into Leviathan Marrina with a KRAKKATHOOOUM!

Ah, Simonson. If nothing else, always good with lightning noises.

Anyway, its not going to be clear until next issue but this is the end of Monica Rambeau's stint as Avengers chairwoman.

She accidentally fucked up electrifying this giant sea monster, dissipated too much of her energy, and winds up de-powered and nearly dead.

This is the character assassination era. Even in this moment, she can’t be allowed a heroic sacrifice. It has to be another colossal boneheaded Monica Rambeau pratfall.

Sigh.

We’ll get to that with issue #294.

For right now, Captain Marvel is an afterthought, lost in the confusion of everything else going on.

The massive electrocution (which remember, cost Monica her powers accidentally) does not stop Leviathan Marrina. Hell, its not even said that it significantly inconvenienced her.

So Black Knight decides that despite the curse of bad shit if it tastes blood, he must use his extremely cursed cut anything sword to kill Leviathan Marrina.

Namor stops him. Because This Is Something He Has To Do Himself.

But the thing is. Black Knight did decide to risk the effects of the curse to save the world. I’m contrasting it with Monica losing her powers because of a fuck-up.

I’m so grumpy right now.

Sigh sigh sigh.

Namor: “Marrina, my beloved. Hear me, wherever you may be. That which I swore to guard has been taken from us both... And only death now can free your soul from within this living prison! RISE LEVIATHAN! Rise up, and meet your nemesis! FOR MY BELOVED! FOR MARRINA!”

Also, Black Knight freaks out yelling about blood.

Huh. I knew there was a curse on the Ebony Blade that would activate if it ever tasted blood and that’s why Dane tended to just whack people with it.

But I don’t know if he’s ever said what the curse would do, exactly.

For starters, it seems to knock him the fuck out. And his Atomic Steed nearly plummets into the ocean before Thor catches him.

Thor comments that if the curse has really activated, he might be better off dead. So Thor apparently knows what it does.

Dangit, leaving the audience in the dark.

Leviathan Marrina isn’t quite dead because she’s quite big and takes quite a while to die.

She swims to the bottom of the ocean to where she piled all her sunken ships to die among her prizes... and her eggs.

‘TWAS A NEST!

There’s three eggs. Which hatch and the babies zoom off into the ocean depths.

One of the Avengers (it’s unclear because they’re speaking from off-panel) wonders who the father was and another Avenger says they may never know.

But judging by that one hatchling, I’d say that the father was most likely Black Panther.

No wonder Namor is so pissed off at the guy later on.

Marrina shrinks down to her pre-monsterified form (where did the mass go??) and Namor cradles her dead, deceased corpse and swears to find her babies and “teach them of their mother’s spirit.”

Presumably her Alpha Flight and Avengers spirit and not the spirit of all the ship sinking.

He also swims off to build Marrina “a bier fit for a queen... where you will rest forever amidst the coral, the sea jade, and mother-of-pearl... the most precious jewel in all the sea.”

And Namor fucks off.

So I guess he’s not actually rejoining the team.

He’s going through a lot right now so it’s understandable.

With Marrina dead and Namor fucked off, the Avengers decide to go to a hospital for Black Knight when suddenly (as the end of issue cliffhanger) Dr Druid realizes Captain Marvel never came back from that lightning thing.

Great. So not only is her depowering presented (next issue) as something that was a fuckup and not an intentional sacrifice), also none of her friends even noticed she was gone. The dude that’s been constantly undermining her was the only one that noticed.

This issue fucking sucks.

I’ll complain more about Monica’s treatment when I get to next issue but Marrina gets the short end of the stick too!

Turned into a giant, world-threatening monster for reasons of -shrug, confused grunt- and her husband is forced to kill her. After they try all of one time to cure her.

She didn’t get to do a lot in Avengers but she was an established character over in Alpha Flight and she’s being killed off as part of a story to kick Monica off the team and presumably to make Namor sad.

Stern was apparently kicked off the book for pushing back against the character assassination era but I don’t know whether Marrina was always part of Gruenwald’s plan or whether Simonson added that on.

Either way, it sucks.

I feel very negative about this stretch of comics.

Maybe things will get better. But the Worst Roster in issue #300 is upcoming. And then after a bit, John Byrne will be taking over both Avengers books.

There’s some that like John Byrne’s writing but his run contains several very irritating retcons and shifts in characterization.

We’ll see.

Follow @essential-avengers because where else are you going to get this level of olde Avengers coverage? The rest of the internet? Don’t be ridiculous. Like and reblog and comment, maybe.

#avengers #essential avengers #Captain Marvel #Monica Rambeau #namor mckenzie #Marrina #Leviathan Marrina #Dr Druid #who is here for some reason #he shouldn't be I hate him so much #She Hulk #Thor #Black Knight #Dr Pym #various kangs #essential marvel liveblogging #Nebula #or is it

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dirthara-dalen · 3 months

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Been meaning to make this post for a while now but I wanted to make one about Ligastar and Theron's family relationships post KOTET. It go quite long so to save people's dash's its under the cut. Ligastar is referred to as Father while Theron is just dad.

Once everything is said and done Levi is actually the one to pursue mending his relationship with his father. When Theron had told him that Ligastar was alive he refused to believe it at first. He had come to terms with his fathers 'death' three years prior. In order to make up for lost time Levi felt he needed to initiate the healing process as it was clear that Ligastar was still as stubborn as ever.

This resulted in them having a very close relationship which Levi is grateful for. He hopes to fully make up the time they lost as father and son one day. When Theron 'defecated' Levi was beyond horrified and stood by his father during the entire fiasco. He was greatly relieved when Ligastar revealed that everything was ruse. Levi has taken it upon himself to keep tabs on his dad to prevent this from happening again.

Unlike Levi, Mar never accepted their fathers death. While this did bring him closer to his dad it eventually caused a rift. Mar succumbed to the dark side rather quickly despite Theron trying to protect him from it. Mar fled to imperial space and did see his parents again until KOTFE. By that point he was known as the new Lord Kallig. After being nearly killed by Vaylin he reevaluated his life priorities and called his parents to Mek-sha for a meeting.

There, in front of his own family, he was finally able to reconnect with a part of his life that he didn't realize was missing. He decided to spend more time with Levi as well in order to reestablish their bond. When Theron 'defected' Mar didn't know what to do. He knew Theron was lying, he could literally see it. During his time in the empire he had been trained in the art of force sight by Jaesa. The whole situation was confusing for him but he supported his father throughout the ordeal. He did give Theron about being stupid alongside Levi. Deep down, however, when he saw what had happened to his dad he felt like a scared little boy. He had only just gotten his family back, he refused to lose anyone ever again. He spend hours with other healers working to save Theron's life as he knew how too. Without realizing it, he healed the rift between them as well.

Lilith is about 5 or 6 at the end of KOTFE...and the relationship status is not good. Lana had given her to Solaris and Ryn to raise while she searched for Ligastar. This resulted in her coming to believe they were her parents. When Ligastar came to meet her at long last since it was now 'safe'. She ran from him, refusing to meet him as she believed he was going to take her away. Theron had warned Ligastar about this prior to meeting her. After reintroducing himself to her as her uncle it was clear she accepted that but was scared of him. Neither Ligastar or Theron has spoken to her since.

#swtor #the starwing legacy #jedi knight/theron shan #ligastar/theron

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misfitsandmusings · 7 months

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“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” (Law)

Random Lines From My Notebook, Pt. 7 // accepting

He's halfway to the door when Cora-san's voice rings out behind him, the words leaving him rooted to the spot in his reluctant retreat to bed for the evening. No matter how abysmal his sleeping patterns had become or how many years had passed since they'd last seen each other, that was one thing that still hadn't seemed to change: Law never could best his savior in a game of "who can stay awake the latest."

For a moment, Law thinks he must have heard him wrong. There's no way the man should have any reason to ask him what he thinks he's just heard, and yet... Rosinante hadn't stuttered. His words were straightforward and unwavering as they'd always been when he'd talked to his young companion.

It's only the slightest hint of uncertainty he picks up in the man's soft tone that makes Law realize, yes, he'd really just asked him what he thought he'd heard.

A frown mars the pirate's features as he turns back to face the man who saved his life. The stranger whose unexpected compassion had healed a boy who thought himself too broken to be fixed again - the father-figure who'd endeavored to pick what was left of him up off of the ground when he'd lost his first family and the only life he'd ever known. The friend who had given him both the means and the will to keep on living when all he wanted to do was curl up and slip away.

"There's not a single damn thing I can think I'd ever need to forgive you for, Cora-san," Law answers earnestly, grateful for the shadows his hat casts over his face as he takes a mental tally of everything Rosinante is directly responsible for giving him. His fingers curl into a fist at his side, digits flexing to distract himself from the sudden tightness he feels in his throat. "You gave me my life back when I didn't think there was anything left to live for. You saved me," he points out, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable giving voice to a thought that's driven him for thirteen long years. Twice as many as he'd ever expected to see.

And here's the man he owes it all to, asking Law if he can forgive him.

"I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to say thank you for that."

#cptnslog #cptnslog | rosinante #♡ // ic ;#♡ // thread: trafalgar law ;#[really hitting me in these feels today lala. *sobs*]

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zecretsanta · 1 year

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to: skylar @agentdate from: @kayzero Hi! Sorry if I twisted your prompts into something unrecognizable!

(prompts: post ztd sigma struggling to fit in + anything with d team being family)

In a base built into a crater on the moon, Akane Kurashiki heard Sigma Klim take a shuddering breath and knew that the Shift was successful. He was laid in bed in the hospital room behind the divider, and she could hear the rustling of sheets as he reacquainted himself with his circumstances.

She was also close enough to hear a muffled thud, the back of his fist hitting the mattress, most likely, and a barely audible growl. A failure, then. Pitiable, but there were other realities where he could have succeeded.

Akane waited exactly a minute, as was customary between them, before crossing the room and peering past the divider. Sigma was still visibly upset — interesting, considering how composed he was normally. Perhaps because the most recent failure was so final, there was no need to hide a negative reaction.

He looked up to see Akane, and tried to fix his features. A prominent scowl still remained, however.

“I’ll assume, since I’m here, that the Game was successful. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait to debrief.”

“Of course,” Akane replied. And then, just to make sure, she said, “I would like to hear just a bit about your end of things.”

The scowl grew into a snarl for a split-second before Sigma closed his eyes to compose himself.

“I suppose there are two things I can impart before a full debrief. First, as far as we can tell, Radical-6 was never released.”

Oh? The project was successful? Then why was Sigma so…

“Secondly, the younger me missed the mark. By a full year.”

…Ah. A year with his young love, and then cruelly torn away.

Akane supposed she would be irate as well.

Sigma woke up in the past completely whole with a pair of babies in his arms. This was surprising on a few levels. The first was that he wasn’t missing any of his body parts — he knew his arms and eye had been replaced, and he assumed it was after whatever had happened in the Mars habitation experiment, but that appeared to not be the case.

Secondly, the wriggling infants that were exploring his face, frozen in fear like it was. Nobody told him to expect babies! He knew that they were reactive to people’s emotions so he was trying not to panic but it was getting harder because they were starting to notice his mild hysteria—

“Oh dear, did they wake you up?”

—and then he was saved. By a kind-looking redhead wearing a long skirt.

Now, he knew he was wrong, but he had to ask to make sure.

“Luna…?”

She looked shocked for a moment, then snorted and dropped her face into a hand, shaking with laughter. When she came back up, wiping a tear from her eye, she was muttering, “Of course. You would know yourself best, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothing, just a bet I lost with your other self.” She came over and took the babies from Sigma one after the other before introducing herself.

“My name is Diana. It will be a pleasure getting to know you, Sigma.”

He was taken aback. Not just by her kindness, but also…

“You sound so sure of that.”

She just smiled, just a little sad, and said,

“I am sure of it.”

Apparently, Sigma shared an apartment with Diana and her twins. And apparently, that apartment belonged to a compound owned by Crash Keys. Diana recommended that Sigma go and talk to Akane.

To better center himself, she said.

To figure out what he’s supposed to do now that there’s no apocalypse, he heard.

And wasn’t that a nice surprise, to find that the purpose of a nigh on torturous experiment was well and moot, to find out that Radical-6 had not only never escaped, but there had been no evidence to suggest that it had ever existed in the DCOM facility in the first place!

Yes, Sigma is happy that the world isn’t being destroyed. But now he’s just…

Lost. Without purpose.

He could go back to college? He’d only been missing for a few months, it wouldn’t be hard to get back to… normalcy.

What even was normal, anymore? Were the last two days just a dream?

Did he dream up Phi?

(He wanted to ask Diana about Phi, if she knew her, if she was part of DCOM, but something in the back of his head screamed that it would be a terrible idea, so he listened.)

Anyways. Akane.

She was supposed to be somewhere downstairs in the underground portion of the compound. Constantly working, Diana said, which matches Sigma’s perception of her in the future. Someone who was willing to let themselves be killed for a greater good doesn’t seem like someone with a good work-life balance — not that he’d say as much to her face.

Thankfully, for whatever reason, the compound was empty, so Sigma was able to just peek into rooms until he found one with a young woman hunched over a laptop typing furiously and a young man lounging in a chair behind her. It’s him that noticed Sigma first, standing awkwardly in the doorway trying to find a way to ask if this was the right room, and it’s him that snorted and shook his head.

“Hey, what do you know, it actually happened.” His comment makes the woman, hopefully Akane, look up from the laptop, take a single glance at Sigma, and sigh despondently before immediately turning back to her work.

“Uh, what happened?” Sigma’s forced to ask, still stuck in an awkward limbo.

“You Shifted back,” probably-Akane mumbles behind her screen. “We weren’t expecting it. It was mentioned offhand as a possibility, but not ever considered reality. Until now, I guess.”

“Wait, but me Shifting back was always the plan…”

“Well for starters, you’re a year off,” the guy takes over. “You were supposed to land in apocalypse-torn 2029, and instead you’re here, in hunky-dory 2030.”

“Aoi,” Akane says with a bit of reproach, then leans back away from her laptop to continue. “We were also discussing the possibility of this being too far of a branch timeline for you to be able to travel to, but obviously that theory was wrong.”

That part confused Sigma. If not having an outbreak of Radical-6 was enough to shift the timeline so far that he couldn’t return, then what was the point of Shifting back in the first place? That was the whole point! To prevent the outbreak! Which meant that if older Sigma did his job, this Sigma wouldn’t have a purpose at all. That was enough to try and deny the reality staring him in the face.

He tried to laugh it off. “I know that Shifting back and forth would create divergent timelines, but isn’t that the point? To make a future that isn’t ravaged by Radical-6? How could this branch be so far off that I wouldn’t even be able to land here, y’know?”

“That’s fair…” Akane agrees, putting her head in her hands in a way that really highlighted the bags under her eyes. “I guess he thought that between becoming a father and facing down a new apocalyptic threat, there might be enough interference to throw you off? I’m not really an expert on timeline theory…”

…Okay, one of those things was more important than the other, but Sigma really wanted to ask about the less important one. He refrained, though. “A new threat?”

“Yeah — we actually got the information from Zero, or Brother, as you’d know him. Some cultist or another trying to restart the world.”

“A cultist who was bent on ruining the world is telling us that a different cultist wants to ruin the world, is that what I’m hearing?”

“Yes, it does sound ridiculous when you put it like that, but the evidence is compelling.” Akane turned the laptop around, and you took a glance at graphs and data that didn’t have the attention span to look into at that moment. “Someone else is tapping deep into the Morphogenetic Field and taking advantage of people in a way that worries me. And according to the information we were given, he has the ability to twist other people’s minds using the Field.”

Okay, so it was real as far as Akane knew, and it sounded serious. “How can I help?”

“Uh, well—”

“From where I’m sitting,” the man, Akane called him Aoi, cut in, “you’re missing about forty-five years of credentials.”

“Aoi!”

“No, he’s right,” Sigma interrupted Akane. “The other me has decades more experience than I do, that’s an unavoidable fact. But he’s gone now — and I’m here. I can’t imagine he would just sit back while all this was happening, what was he working on?”

Akane growls and rubs the bridge of her nose between her knuckle and thumb, but answers regardless. “His idea was to use machinery to get close to the cultist. An android of some kind. He was working on a robot that could pass for human that could serve as an infiltrator.”

“Oh, that’s a genius idea! It gets around the issue of corruption through the Morphogenetic Field entirely by not using a human brain!” Sigma ignores the fact that he has zero knowledge of programming or machine learning, and barely any experience putting a robot together in the first place. “Do you have any of his work that I can look over and get a base?”

“We can have a laptop ready for you tomorrow,” Aoi declares, to Akane’s sigh. “In the meantime, why don’t you get acclimated to the area and the compound? Settle in a little.”

“Yeah, let me… Let me go do that.” Acclimate to… what, fatherhood? Oh, Jesus… “See you tomorrow.”

There are two symbols on the door that Sigma’s been staring at for the past four and a half minutes.

Two Greek letters, Delta and Phi.

It could be a remembrance sort of thing. Delta means change, right? ‘We must change so what happened to Phi won’t happen again.’ That’s what Sigma’s afraid of. It’s possible that there could have been a Delta in DCOM that died with Phi. Diana and the other Sigma would have wanted to remember both of them so they carved their Greek symbols into their door.

There really aren’t a lot of reasons to carve something into your door, Sigma thinks.

Diana or other Sigma could just really like Greek lettering, that’s always a possibility.

Five minutes, now. Sigma is officially stalling on going inside.

He knows it’s the right door, he took note of the carvings as he was leaving earlier in the day so the sameness of the compound isn’t what’s preventing him from entering. Nor is it the prospect of the tiny children actually being his tiny children — not totally, at least. He’s a few months late to the process, but he’s sure he can learn how to be a father. Feeding and changing babies is kind of like maintenance of hardware and maintenance is integral to engineering. Babies don’t scare Sigma.

Diana, on the other hand.

It’s not that she scares him, per se. It’s the implication, the relationship she must have had with the other Sigma to cause the tiny children to exist in the first place. The expectations she must have for him, now that he’s here, back in his body, after she had a harrowing and bonding experience with the older him.

…But she seemed so earnest earlier, wanting to get to know him, rather than looking at him like he was an invader in the body of someone she loved. Maybe he’s afraid of himself, rather than her expectations. He’s afraid of not being good enough.

Six minutes now. Stop stalling, Sigma.

The doorknob turned — he was surprised that he was surprised, maybe he believed in the bottom of his heart that he is an intruder after all — and the door swung inward, letting Sigma in to close it quietly behind him. He could hear Diana shushing a whimpering twin in the room just past the entryway 1-as he entered.

“I know Delta, I know, but you have to settle down, you don’t want to wake up Phi, do you?”

Oh, well that explains it.

Sigma moves from the door into the apartment proper. Diana is sitting on the couch, facing away from him, but the baby, apparently Delta, sees him immediately and exclaims, waving their pudgy little hand excitedly. This, of course, makes Diana turn her head around to look at you.

“Oh, Sigma,” she says, standing up. Sigma’s arms seem to move on their own, grasping the baby and cradling them in such a way that they’re up by his face, eagerly grabbing onto his ear. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s a habit I picked up,” he explained, sitting down with her and readjusting Delta. “I had a roommate with a nasty noise sensitivity — closing the door too loudly would hurt him, apparently.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I imagine that forty-five years in isolation would make the other me kinda blind to stuff like that, you seemed kinda shocked that I even could be quiet.”

Diana raises a hand to cover her mouth, but Sigma can see the corners of her lips turning upward.

“Yes, he was a bit of an elephant coming and going, but the twins enjoyed it, loved seeing him come in. He quieted down when it was time to put them to rest, though, he wasn’t completely without discretion.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know, I know. It’s a bit funny how different the two of you are.”

Forty-five years will do that to a person, he doesn’t say. Instead, he asks about the door.

“Which one of you carved the, uh, the symbols, in the door? They’re the names of the twins?”

“Oh? You saw those?”

“It’s how I can tell the doors apart up here.”

“They are a bit samey, aren’t they? Yes, well, he took the twins to the park that’s nearby to give me a little bit of a break, but I got a bit stir-crazy, and like you said, the doors all look the same up here, so I took a penknife and decorated a little.”

At some point during the conversation, Delta’s little hand fell from Sigma’s ear to his shoulder and, looking down at them, he noted that the baby had fallen asleep. He gestured to them with his chin and Diana gently took hold and stood up, walking to the bedroom, presumably where the crib was.

Sigma followed, body on autopilot. He wanted to ask why Diana didn’t tell him that he was the father of the twins, but he couldn’t formulate the question without sounding accusatory, and the last thing he wanted to do was verbally assault such a kind woman. So when Diana came out of the room and closed the door, Sigma asked the other question on his mind.

“How did they get their names?”

Diana stopped walking, halfway to the kitchen, and seemed to shudder in place. Sigma wanted to move and help her, but she shook her head as if to clear it.

“Delta came second, we wanted his name to match Phi’s, and Sigma wanted to name him after me, so we ended up using the Greek letter D. For Phi…”

She stops again. Sigma takes a step closer, hesitant, and ignores the blaring in his head to ask the question.

“Did something happen to Phi?”

There was a pause, during which Sigma took another faltering half-step before Diana choked out an answer.

“We don’t know — I don’t know. We woke up during the game and she was just — gone. Phi was gone, Akane had escaped, and we were trapped in that facility for-for-”

Her choking picked up and turned into a cry. Sigma’s body moved on its own, gathering her into his arms and stroking her back.

“I gave up on Akane coming back for us,” she sobbed into his chest. “We ran out of food three days before she showed up, I didn’t have anything to feed them with! He was trying, God knows he was trying, but he’s just so pragmatic and everything he was saying was so morbid and-and-”

There were no more questions that night. Only Sigma holding Diana as she released sorrow at least months old.

The park was nice, Sigma supposed. He went the next day to get away from the compound, from Akane and his potential worthlessness, from Diana and the hole he couldn’t quite fill. He wanted to get away from existential crises brought about by circumstances out of his control, from different apocalyptic situations than he was mentally prepared to face.

He wanted to get out from the other Sigma’s shadow. He couldn’t quite manage.

But at least the park was nice.

It was a small, grassy thing, with stone benches surrounding a slide and a swing set. The swings had a small little baby seat, so Sigma could see why it would be a good place to bring the twins.

He didn’t, of course — it would defeat the purpose.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind if I sit here?”

Sigma was snapped out of his thoughts by a face that made his left wrist itch. He shouldn’t be so suspicious — Akane said Brother was dealt with, and any guy could have blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim face.

However, Sigma’s eyes did rove over all of the empty benches around the park, then return to the man with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, it’s just, I could really use the company right now, is all. If that’s okay! If it’s not, feel free to—“

“No, it’s fine. Have a seat, I guess.”

They sat in silence for a while, but either because Sigma felt awkward brooding with an audience or because his curiosity overwhelmed him, he simply had to ask.

“Sorry, but why?” The man turned his head with a confused look in his eyes, so Sigma elaborated. “Why didn’t you want to be alone, I mean. I’m sorry if that’s—“

“No, no, you had your day disturbed, the least I can do is tell you why.” He sat back on the bench and looked up at the sky, searching for the right words to say. “I was a caretaker for someone for a number of years, and they died recently.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you for your kindness, but, well, it wasn’t as if it was unexpected. The man was well over a hundred. Still, he was a constant. Something expected, right? And now he’s gone. I’m just — having a bit of trouble finding where to go from here. Should I become a caretaker for someone else? Would that be disrespectful? Being alone leaves me with all sorts of questions.”

“I understand that feeling,” Sigma admitted, more to himself than his conversation partner. “Being lost, not knowing the next step. I don’t know if the opinion of a stranger means much, but if you’re a good caretaker, and it certainly sounds like you are, it wouldn’t be disrespectful to find someone new to take care of.”

“See, I would have never gotten that wisdom had I chose to sit alone today. Thank you for that. I know Delta would hate it if I was mourning him for too long.”

“Delta, huh?” That was the name of one of the twins, right? Sigma’s… son. “That’s a good name.”

“It is. A symbol for change and adaptability.” The man stood and turned to leave. “I hope whatever situation you’re stuck in changes for the better.”

“Thank you…”

He walked off, leaving Sigma sitting on the bench for a moment before deciding to leave as well.

Diana mentioned that she was going out with the twins and gave Sigma a key for the door, so he was unsurprised to see that the apartment was empty.

But there was a laptop on the coffee table, with a note taped to the top.

‘This is the laptop that Sigma was using to work. No password to get in, not sure why. There are also some notebooks and stuff down in his workstation if you need them. —Akane’

No password? Well, if it was supposed to be a work laptop with the intention of saving the world from an apocalypse then it makes a bit of sense to keep it open…

It almost rings true, but Sigma doesn’t think that’s all there is to it.

Oh well, at least this way he doesn’t have to solve some kind of puzzle to get working. Sigma opened the laptop to a file directory.

In the directory were all sorts of blueprint files and coding files and other things that made Sigma’s eyes swim. But there was also a text file titled ‘Checklist,’ which Sigma could easily relate to — he started every project with a task list, and it seemed that didn’t change as he got older. So he opened the list.

ai code—c housing blueprint—c model blueprint—ipr ABT—c mat list—c housing—ipr model—nst

He even used the same code for the list — complete, in progress, and not started. And it seems like everything that needed forty-five years of experience was already done! Sigma wouldn’t have been able to code an artificial intelligence or develop biological tissue, but he could finish a blueprint for a robot and then put it together!

Was that the natural progression of work, or did the other Sigma prepare in case the Shift did happen? Either way, this Sigma was grateful as hell!

The door opened, and he turned his head to see Diana walking in with the twins in a carrier.

“Oh, hello Sigma.”

“Diana! I…”

He could have said any number of things then.

He’s able and willing to help Akane. He’ll try to be a stellar father for Delta and Phi. He knows he isn’t the other Sigma and he can never truly fill those shoes but he’s going to try his best.

But in the end, he could only say,

“I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”

#submission #zero escape #zero time dilemma #virtue's last reward #ztd spoilers #vlr spoilers #agentdate #kayzero

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@ppctts said: 🖊 + her thoughts during her pregnancy with Damien

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When the words left Jane's mouth, Kaylee felt every imaginable emotion except joy. The dread that hit her stomach made her double over and vomit all over the floor. How could this have happened? She knew how but pregnancy was the furthest thing from her mind when she asked Dr. Foster to give her a look over. Kaylee groaned, hand moving to her stomach as if she could hold back the wave of nausea. Cold fear came over her. This was exactly what Lady Death wanted. She said Pestilence was only one part of the destiny she had laid out for Kaylee. This was the other. A being more powerful than their mother or father combined. Titan blood now married to the power of the Mar-vell line, with extremis to bond them together and make that power limitless. Lady Death had burned down solar systems with Athan, galaxies when Kaylee was recruited. What would she do with this child that now grew inside her.

"What options do we have?" The first question out of Kaylee's mouth. It may have been out of fear, it may have been out of logic, it may have even been out of a desire to save another life from the clutches of Death, Kaylee wasn't sure which was the defining reason but she would have ended it right then if she could have. The wave of defeat she felt when Jane suggested it would be too dangerous to terminate the pregnancy. There was no telling what it would take, and Jane was not going to risk Kaylee's life in pursuit of it.

Kaylee spent the next few days lying in bed, curled up on her side, mind going through the scenarios of her unborn child burning the universe to the ground. Then the knock came.

She was certain it was her mother, coming to check on her. And what would she say? Would she really have the strength to look her mother in the eye and tell her about her ...condition.

But she startled when she opened the door. Her hand instinctively touching her stomach at the image of Athan on her doorstep. His sister a step behind him. Stay outta my head. Stay outta my head. Stay outta my head. She pleaded silently but the look on both of their faces told her otherwise. Oh fucking fantastic. Fucking telepaths. "Don't." she glared dangerously at both of them. It wasn't Athan's fault. He was pushed into this with as much consent as Kaylee was. Their relationship built around the wants and desires of their mistress. But Kaylee wasn't ready to unravel the mess that was Athan. Even if he was standing before her, eyes soft like a wounded puppy rather than the intense anger her darker self had grown to admire.

So back to the bed once again. The days blurred into nights but Kaylee remained bed ridden, staring out the window, watching the clouds roll by. Only flashes of what she had done to get in this position now, and horrors that awaited in the future filled her mind. Maybe if she just let herself rot in place she could atone for her past transgressions and save the future from the horrors of her unborn child.

Kaylee wasn't sure how long it she'd been laying there. Her family did come see her but she was on autopilot. Not able to answer a direct question. Only to shake her head when they'd ask anything of her. Even Sophie's appearance did little to bring Kaylee out of her episode. She'd grown numb to the feeling. Numb to sleep, numb to hunger, numb. She'd only be coaxed to taking a shower but anything more than that was outside of her ability. She overheard her parents talking about what they were going to do, and she mumbled threats, no facility can hold me so don't try. Her hands crackling with purple lightning. She knew they only wanted what was best for her, but what was best was to either go back in time and save her from Hydra, or Zeke, or Lady Death herself, any of the dominos that lead her here. But since that wasn't an option, the next best thing was to let her die.

She'd lost count how many days, or was it weeks now? Another sound from out in the living room. Sophie's voice raised above the other two but there was no mistaking the dyad of the Titans. Kaylee sighed, too tired to move her actual limbs she floated up off the bed. She was gonna kill Sophie this time. Regardless of if the redhead had been the one to save her in the first place.

Kaylee emerged from her bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. A flash of yellow light with flecks of purple ignited her body and her clothes changed before their eyes to a clean set. "Sophie..." but her eyes flashed to Athan. He seemed...stronger now. No, not stronger. But Kaylee couldn't put her finger on what it was. There was a determination behind his eyes. Not the conquering light when they first met, not the sheltered puppy who had ended up on her doorstep a while ago, but something in between.

She sighed. "Fine fine if you two will stop trying to butt in. I think both of us-" she pointed between Athan and herself "-have had enough people manipulating us for a lifetime." She agreed to go for a walk but she wasn't sure what the girls were trying to achieve. They were broken, shattered, beyond repair.

Or maybe it was just Kaylee. Athan continued to surprise her. What was he saying? Kaylee's stomach sank. Spots filled her vision. She reached out, grasping for anything to hold onto as the world around her spun. The last thing she remembered was her fingers intertwining with Athan's before her vision finally gave out and she succumbed to darkness.

A buzz of lights brought her back to the waking world. She was no longer on the busy streets of New York City but tucked into a hospital bed. Her hand found her way to her stomach. Still there, still in one peace. It was strange how much relief Kaylee found in this moment. A feeling that confused herself. She was alive, and so was the baby.

Confusion that did not relinquish as Athan's presence continued to baffle her. Wasn't he afraid too? Didn't he know what it meant, the two of them having this child together? Was it just his sense of family that drove him to care? A wave of guilt crashed over Kaylee. She'd spent the last few months wallowing while Athan was getting better. So after months of only sustaining on her powers, Kaylee took her first bite of food that he'd brought her. And subsequently threw it up. She groaned, rubbing her belly muttering "Kid we're gonna have to start playing nice with each other. Got it?"

Time ticked by, and the color came back into Kaylee's face. She laughed again when Stevie made jokes at Westley's expense. She smiled and hugged her parents, thanking them for food. Especially grateful to her mother's morning sickness remedy. The bump on her belly in full view now for the world to see.

Kaylee had started feeling butterflies in her stomach, especially when she was around Athan. Something about his presence continued to push her, maybe it was just because he found out which foods she craved and which ones made her sick at this point. In either case, he was saying something when she felt it. "Shut up!" she gasped, pleasantly surprised. "Wait wait-" she grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly. "Say something again."

At the sound of his voice there it was again. The unmistakable kick.

Her eyes grew wide, a grin spread across her face as she looked at Athan in wonder. Their child was no longer a phantom growing in the back of her mind. They were not just an entity that she knew existed but cowered at what that existence could potentially become. The potential was well on its way, and they responded to the sound of their father's voice.

Kaylee remembered the stories from when Carol was pregnant with her. How Tony would sing to her belly and the growing Kaylee inside would respond. Now her child was exhibiting the same tendency. It brought her a new perspective. The fear and doubt she'd felt those short moons ago were beginning to melt.

The rest of her pregnancy Kaylee marveled at the feeling of life growing inside her. She could feel that same power, the one she was so afraid of in the beginning growing too, but with her family around her, with Athan's arms around her at night, it didn't feel so insurmountable.

She read stories to her belly. Used action figures to act out the entirety of Star Wars across it. Grinning every time the baby responded. She'd sit up with baby books, taking turns reading them out loud with Athan. "I can't believe you put one of those in me." she'd tease him jokingly when pictures were shown.

The months of reprieve from the beginning of her pregnancy coming to an end. Not because Kay's excitement waned but titans had a longer gestation. Being invincible didn't stop the back pains or the bloated feeling as her body did what it needed to do to accompany the growing boy inside of her. And his kicks were less cute now, sending small jolts of pain every time he did. "C'mon kid I thought we had a truce." she whined, rubbing her belly gently as if she could calm him down. "I cannot wait until this kid is outta me."

She really couldn't. These long months had changed her life in so many ways. She'd come from darkness but found her way back to the light and soon enough she was going to hold her baby in her arms and thank him for the journey he took with her.

#ppctts #[character thread; kaylee danvers stark]#tw pregnancy #tw depression #tw general angst

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