#i fell off the planet but i think I'm back-ish

[vbecker10]

So I know I dropped off the face of the earth there for a few months... I'm not even sure how long I've been gone for but...

I have a new story idea and I can't get it out of my head so I'm gonna try and write it this weekend. I'm not promising it'll be good since it's been so long and I might vanish for a bit after again just cause I have so much going on but I hope you guys like it.

It'll be a Loki x y/n one shot, set in Asgard, existing relationship. My tag list is pretty much gone so let me know if you're interested... there will most likely be a bit of angst cause I can never help myself but it will be a happy ending cause I know I left all of you hanging enough times.

I miss everyone so much! Unfortunately between work, the gym (I've lost 65 pounds in a little less than a year!) and being sick over and over since November (with the same infection they can't get rid of) and other random life junk, I just haven't been able to keep up with being on here. 💚 I miss all of you and I'll try to make an effort to at least get back on once a week... I'm utterly lost in everyone's stories now, guess I'll need to start again somehow

[wanderinginksplot]

Sev + "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back."

Sev x gn!reader (no use of 'y/n' and no pronouns). Flirty (ish).

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: discussions of medical concerns, references to missions, stimulant misuse, grandstanding, ill-planned bets, semi-flirtatious wrestling.

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It had all started when you tried to talk your most recent set of charges into being more healthy. 

Delta Squad had been a source of constant frustration for you since you were assigned to be their medic. Normally, commando squads weren’t overly concerned about having a medic on-board. However, Delta had a close call on a previous mission. One commando, Sev, had been in especially bad shape. 

Some time in a bacta tank had fixed the worst of their injuries, but there were certain limits they shouldn’t push if they wanted to avoid a repeat. Sev needed to be particularly careful, since he had suffered damage to his ribs and many of the organs within them - including his heart. 

Which was why you had been irretrievably furious when you found him downing a packet of stims. 

“Are you trying to die?” you had demanded. “Because I know you’re not stupid, and those are the only possible reasons you would be using stims with damage to your heart. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I have a mission to complete and I don’t have eight hours to sleep before we get there.”

Honestly, you could have expected that kind of answer, but the nonchalant tone Sev had used was what pushed you over the edge. 

“And when they wear off? You know, since you took them three hours before we even break atmosphere?” You had shaken your head, clenching your jaw so tightly that the muscles ached. “If you had bothered to talk to me, I would have advised you to sleep for that time, then take half a stim pack when we arrive.”

“I don’t need some vorpan baar'ur telling me what to do,” he had spat. “As long as I can do my job, the GAR doesn’t worry about the little things. Including my health or my life.”

You didn’t understand the Mando’a, obviously, but that didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at the drama of his caustic words. 

“Apparently, having someone tell you what to do is exactly what you needI” you had countered. “Do you know what kind of shape you’ll be in after another dose of stims? Even I would be able to beat you in a wrestling match! Some use you’ll be to your brothers then.”

It was a bit too far, and you felt bad as silence fell in the small ship. You had worked with enough troopers to know that they prided themselves on loyalty to their brothers above all else. In your defense, though, you recognized the signs of someone who wouldn’t be talked out of their nihilism. By meeting him head-on using the parameters of life as he saw it, you had hoped to shake him out of his stubbornness. 

It was only bad luck that it hadn’t worked. Sev’s expression had darkened and you prepared yourself for a threat or a cutting insult, but Scorch had laughed, breaking the tension.

“Sounds like a good, old-fashioned bet,” he had said, chuckling in a way that could only be described as ‘gleeful’. 

Sev had scoffed and walked away without another word, but your luck ran out.

Delta Squad had gotten a call from General Jusik, alerting them that the leader of the Separatist-controlled planet had opted for a peace talk. As a gesture of good faith, the GAR was withdrawing the commando squads who had been set to invade.

“We’ve been redirected,” Boss announced when Jusik disconnected the call. The sergeant stepped out of the small cockpit where he had been navigating with Fixer. “We’re to touch down on a Republic-friendly planet in the next system and settle in. We’ll be backup if things go south, so stay ready to go. Get some sleep if you can.”

“Those of us who didn’t already take a packet of stims,” you had muttered when Sev went back to cleaning his blaster instead of heading for the bunks. 

Unfortunately, your sarcasm would prove to be your undoing. Scorch perked up at your quiet admonishment, visibly brightening. “Hey, didn’t you say you could beat Sev in hand-to-hand when he’s using stims?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, holding eye contact with Scorch, but trying to watch Sev in your peripheral vision.

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back,” Sev growled. When you looked over, you saw that he very much was not focusing on his blaster anymore. 

“I don’t think I will.” The way you lifted your chin was nothing short of antagonistic, but you were angry. Clarity of thought while angry had never been your forte. Despite that, you clocked the gray undertones in Sev’s face and the way his fingers were trembling slightly. “In fact, I think I could beat you now, whether or not you take another dose.” 

“You’re on,” Sev told you, a challenge thick in his tone. 

“Wait-” How you hadn’t seen this coming, you weren’t sure, but your stomach was sinking. “I didn’t mean I actually want to wrestle you. I’m just telling you, as a medical professional, that-”

“Hey, you already said you would,” Scorch reminded you. “Too late to go back on it now.”

“Knock it off, Six-Two. It isn’t too late for anything,” Fixer told him, turning around in the cockpit to face you all. Before you could thank him, he continued as he eyed you directly. “It’s actually a choice: wrestle Oh-Seven or admit that stims aren’t that bad.”

“They are that bad, though,” you insisted. 

“If you’re going to wrestle on my ship, do it in the cargo bay,” Boss said over his shoulder. “I don’t want to explain broken equipment to the GAR.”

“This isn’t enough of a challenge to break anything,” Sev decreed. He watched you as he set aside his blaster and stood. “Cargo bay. Five minutes.”

It was overdramatic to specify a time and place on such a small ship, but it still made the pit of your stomach tighten. You took care to offer him an unimpressed face and a simple nod. 

"This is gonna be fun!" Scorch said excitedly. 

You strongly disagreed, but that wasn’t going to help. It was far too late for that. So you stifled your misgivings and made your way to the back of the ship. 

Sev had stripped off his armor by the time you got there. That hadn’t been a concern, but you wondered if it should have been. There was nothing at all you could do against plastoid armor. However, much as you loathed to admit it even to yourself… you were almost as disadvantaged anyway. The sight of Sev’s muscles swelling and bulging under the tightness of his body glove was enough to make the ship feel like it was lurching through the galaxy. 

You were wearing comfortable clothes, having refused to change into your lightly armored medic’s gear until you were closer to your eventual destination. You were comfortable and didn’t have to strip off any clothing, but that was almost a pity. It was starting to feel distinctly warm aboard the small ship…

“Ready?” Sev asked. 

You nodded, resigned to being decimated by the fully-trained commando. He didn’t attack immediately, choosing to watch you instead. You circled warily, already closer than you liked. The cargo bay of the ship was reasonably big and, as promised, you weren’t going to break anything. That should keep Boss happy, but there still wasn’t a vast amount of space. 

So you and Sev circled around, watching each other. You were focused on his chest: all of the hand-to-hand training the GAR had offered told you that motion was typically forecasted in the torso, so that was the best place to watch if you wanted to avoid being surprised. 

When you occasionally snuck a glance at Sev, he was watching your face rather than your torso. At first, you wondered if you should be doing the same with him, but then you started to feel flustered rather than wary at the weight of his eyes. 

That was when he pounced. 

You managed to avoid the first lunge, but you weren’t expecting him to recover his balance as quickly as he did. In half a moment, Sev was upright once more and diving at you. 

A strong arm hooked around your waist and you were falling, cushioned from the ground by Sev’s body, but the impact still knocked the air from your lungs. Sev flipped you over and you made your move, rolling quickly out from under him before he had time to close the distance between you. 

You got to your feet - or, you started to. Sev’s hand closed around your ankle and pulled. It wasn’t enough to put you back on the floor, but it was enough to bring you heavily to your hands and knees. Since you were already in the proper position, you kicked out with your foot and felt a surge of victory when your heel connected. 

And then you were horrified, turning around as you gave a loud gasp. “Sev! Are you okay? I’m so sorry-”

There was a small smudge of dirt on his forehead from your boot, but Sev’s grin flashed bright. “I’m fine. Keep going.”

And then he grabbed both of your ankles, pulling hard enough that your knees went out from under you and you landed on your stomach with a soft, “Oof!”

Sudden heat at your back warned that Sev was getting ready to pin you, so you rolled again. He seemed to expect the movement then, dropping onto you in mid-turn from your side to your back. 

With a sudden, surging need to keep your freedom, you pulled back a fist. Your goal was Sev’s recently injured ribs, but you came to your senses before the blow came too close to landing. You were a medic, and every bit of training you had received covered how to prevent injuries, not cause them. 

Sev didn’t know that, however, and he winced sharply. He curled into himself in an effort to protect his ribs - a motion that only put more pressure on them. The flash of pain across his face would have made you stop even if you hadn’t already decided to do so. 

“Are you-?”

Before you could ask if he was hurt, he had reached down, snagged your wrists, and pressed them against the cold metal of the floor. You were pinned. 

You were on your back with a commando pressing you into the floor, but you both… stopped. Your breathing was heavy and - with more than a little surprise - you noticed that Sev’s was, too. Of course, his ribs probably still hurt and you would have to check him for a boot-borne head injury, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling anything other than pain.

You definitely were. 

The chilly bite of the floor at your back faded into the distance as you and Sev studied each other from closer than you had ever been. Sev always looked vaguely angry, but you had wondered if that was his natural expression. That seemed to be true: if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you would have taken his expression to be one of irritation and disdain. But there was softness in it, too. That was what left you feeling like you couldn’t get a full breath. 

“Well, Sev, I’d say you won,” Boss remarked dryly. 

The comment pulled you back into the moment and you realized that Boss, Fixer, and Scorch were all observing the scene. It felt vaguely ridiculous then, wondering what it would be like to kiss the man who currently had you pinned to the dirty floor. But as Sev released his grip and stood, you missed the warmth of him like it was something tangible.

To your surprise, though, Sev held a hand out to you in a silent offer to help you stand. You took it and he lifted you easily. The silence was thick. 

You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I was wrong. One stim pack isn’t enough for me to win a wrestling match. I still think-”

“Save it,” Sev ordered and you froze. No matter what you thought had changed between you, it wasn’t enough to save you from his sharp tongue. But when he spoke again, Sev’s voice was far more gentle. “It was closer than I thought it would be. Another few minutes and I would have probably lost. I’ll lay off the stims.”

“Aww, no rematch?” Scorch complained. 

Fixer made a sharply derisive noise and left for the cockpit. “I’ll pilot us to the staging planet.”

“All of you, get some rest,” Boss ordered before he left as well. 

Scorch lingered a moment, glancing between you and Sev. You were still standing close together, the tension palpable between you. Unlike most of your interactions, that tension was not actively hostile. 

You were torn between wanting Scorch to leave so you and Sev could talk about what had just happened, and wanting him to stay so you didn’t have to. Slowly, like he was watching something interesting unfold before his eyes, Scorch turned and retreated to his bunk. Since the bunks were in the section just ahead of the cargo bay, Scorch was still in hearing range, but a sense of privacy settled thickly around you and Sev. 

When you finally gathered the courage to look over, Sev was watching you. Neither of you spoke, and your mind raced in an effort to find the right words. 

Your lips parted, though you didn’t have the slightest idea what you planned on saying. Fortunately, Sev spoke before you could say some muddled assortment of words that might mean nothing… or too much. 

“We should sleep while we can,” he told you. After a moment, he added with a wry grin, “Some medic told me I need actual rest, not just stim packs.”

It was more familiar ground, and you relaxed enough to jibe, “What disappointing news.”

“Yeah,” Sev agreed. “But the delivery made it a little better.”

You could only shake your head as you followed him to the bunks.

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Author's Note - I love Sev wayyyyy too much! I have written more fics for him than for any other member of Delta Squad. That being said, I'm going to focus on Scorch and Boss next since I haven't done much for them. If you have any great ideas for either one that you'd like to throw my way, feel free to comment, ask, or message!

Thanks for reading! You can find other works on my masterlist. As of a few days ago, I discontinued my taglist. You can find just fics on my side-blog, @wanderinginksplot-writes. (As soon as I work through my drafts on this blog, all fics will be posted there first and cross-posted here later.)

[cloginthedrain]

starry nights are for coffee and contemplation (eleventh doctor x reader)

summary: after a visit to planet of the coffee shops, coffee-frenzied reader struggles to fess up about her feelings.

masterlist

word count: 2580-ish

content warning/notes: none! bantering, back and forth, some internal struggle, but an overall happy ending. fem!reader & use of y/n; borrowed some dialogue from the ep "the girl who waited"

other notes: i'm really excited to share this with all of you, especially with all the love "better" has received! all the likes and kind words in tags and comments have been super exciting. been a couple months in the work, hope u all enjoy!!! <3

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You needed a break. 

The Doctor laughed bitterly at his predicament: a Time Lord with all of time and space at the pull of a lever, and he was at the whim of a human. That is, a human he’s very, very fond of.

Why go alone, when he could go with his best girl?

In a moment of desperation, the Doctor dug into his deep purple coat pocket, retrieving a folded piece of legal paper, where he’d once scrawled down all of the places he just had to take you. His mind was just mush when it came to you, he couldn’t count on his memory. 

He unfolded the sheet of paper carefully and dragged his finger down the list of his messy scrawl until he found the perfect destination. “Aha!” 

A couple weeks into the future should do, surely. 

The Doctor scrambled up the stairs leading to your apartment, aimlessly fumbling with his set of keys while flushing at the thought of having a set in the first place. 

He still remembers the way his heart skipped a beat as you placed the spare in his hands. He made sure not to mention when you’d placed the keys in his hands that he could use his sonic to pop the lock, or better yet, park inside. 

Having a tangible piece of you to stow away in his pocket made his hearts do flips. 

“Hullo,” the Doctor chirped, flipping the switch. “Up, up, up! We’ve got a huge day ahead of us, you and I!” He plopped himself beside you. 

You could barely manage a grumble, eyes bleary with sleep.

“Jeez,” you mumbled, exhausted. “You at least turn the coffee pot on?” 

“Aha! Thought of that,” the Doctor said sing-songy, all smiles. “Get up! I’ll be back! Got some things to… to tend to! Be back in a flash!”

 “Planet voted number one in the Top Ten Greatest Destinations for the Discerning Intergalactic Traveller,” the Doctor said, swinging his feet off the edge of the bed fumbling with your bag of beauty supplies.

“Yeah, yeah… broody, discerning intergalactic traveller, that’s you… Mascara?”

He handed the pink tube to you.

“Huh! No.”

“And where is that, Doctor?” you asked as you carefully apply a coat of brown mascara to your lashes. 

“Huh?”

“The planet voted number one, by like-minded broods like you…”

“Oi!” he huffed, and then continued. “The planet of the coffee shops.“

“Huh, well, I like the sound of that!” Satisfied with your handiwork, you closed the tube and handed it back to him. 

His mouth quirked up. He loved being able to impress you.

“Well, I don’t,” he added quickly, without thinking. “It’s hideous.” 

“Then why would you think that I’d like it?” You feigned offence, but can’t help but smile. The way words fell off his tongue without much thought was one of the things you loved about him.

“No, no, no,” he scrambled to explain. “Some of the best coffee in the entire universe! But Apalapucia was robbed! It’s breathtaking. Number two?! Colonnades and spires… Sunsets!” 

You smiled. You cheesed. You loved his fits of passion. 

“Raincheck on number two, then?” You proposed.

“For another sunny day,” He smiled. 

Silence fell between you.

You piped up, “Oi, I don’t know if I like the sound of you being more…”—you tried thinking up another choice for the special brand of off-the-walls, grippy sock insane that the Doctor was—”...hyperactive than you already are. No need to add caffeine into the mix.” 

“Time lord,” He gestured to himself, then you: “Human. I think I can handle a cup of coffee better than you.” 

“Right,” You crossed your arms, unimpressed. 

He swatted your concerns away, frustratingly. “Let me do something nice for you. And I promise, I’ll lay off the coffee… Speaking of which, what’s that smell?”

“The coffee pot,” You shrugged innocently. “A teensy bit of pre-gaming before Planet of the Coffee Shops. Speaking of which, I can’t believe you’ve left me hanging this long.”

“Hush, leave it!” 

You decided to nestle into the corner of a neat little cafe, taking in the nutty aroma and the bustle of people in and out of the shop while the Doctor ordered for you, at his insistence that he’d surprise you.

The cafe you had chosen was cluttered with bookshelves filled with books you never read, let alone heard of, while mismatched tables and chairs were spaced out haphazardly throughout the closet shop. It was an atmosphere that felt more familiar than foreign. 

You were drawing circles on the beautifully crafted table when the Doctor sat down in front of you, “Our coffee!” 

“Good,” You breathed in relief, it was your lifeline. 

“Two lattes,” The Doctor announced proudly, producing two glass mugs. 

He placed the lavender-tinted substance in front of you. Foam art swirled beautifully at the top of your cup.

Lavender latte, of sorts. With syrupy flavours, with names very foreign to your tongue. 

While you admired the delicate latte artwork, and well before you even dared a sip, the Doctor already had taken a large gulp of his beverage. 

Weren’t you supposed to be the caffeine fiend of your friendship? 

“Doctor,” you said in disbelief. 

“What?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

You took note of the bit of latte foam about the shape of his lips, before he wiped it away with his sleeve. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiled, a slight blush crept to his cheeks as he pushed the cup to his lips. 

He’d be the death of you. That smile, those eyes. 

“So how long’d you wait?” You asked suddenly, after indulging in a conservative sip. 

“Huh?”

“To come fetch me.” 

He didn’t respond, now suspiciously fascinated with the remaining swirl of foamy milk and bittersweet coffee pooled at the bottom of his cup. 

“Couldn’t have been more than a day or so,” you added, smugly. “You’re positively obsessed with me.” 

His cheeks burned red. “Am not!” 

You took a sip of your latte, “Okay, okay, chill. I’m teasing!” 

“Chill?” He said, cringing the teeniest bit. “I don’t like that.” 

You thought for a second. “Yeah, you know what? I don’t either.”

“Two,” He said suddenly.

Your eyes widened in realisation, “Oh, days?”

You had often kept track of the Doctor’s multiple trains of thoughts. You fancied yourself a bit of an expert on, well, him. 

“…hours,” he admitted sheepishly, brushing away the bit of hair that fell into his eyes.

You’re mostly confused, but you can’t help the way the corner of your lip quirks up. “Hours?” 

“Bah, don’t look so pleased,” He groaned miserably. “I shouldn’t have said anything. You’ll never let me hear the end of it.” 

“Doctor, I’m not that cruel. I’m mostly flattered.” You were. Two hours? He had to be lying. These little breaks were for his sanity. You loved travelling with him, and well, him.

 You didn’t want him to get tired of you. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You said, cheeks burning. 

Two hours? The thought excited you. 

You stood up abruptly. You decided you wouldn’t entertain the idea any further. Sure, you fancied the idea of him being as mad for you as you were for him, but you hardly believed he actually was. 

No use in getting your hopes up, you thought glumly. 

 “So, gonna show me what else the Planet of the Coffee Shops has to offer?” you said eagerly. 

He grinned, reaching for your hand. “Let’s.”

—

Your feet had been dangling dumbly outside of the Tardis, which was orbiting just above coffee addict heaven. You were cradling your billionth cup of coffee today, diluted by obscene amounts of sweet cream and sugar. The barista had mindlessly regurgitated something or other about how it was an original Intergalactic Coffee blend, freshly ground. As your coffee had cooled, your thoughts swirled away from you, captivated by your celestial company. Each star in view shined brightly and beautifully. 

“Might I join you?” the Doctor posed playfully, looking down at you. He captured your gaze as you looked up.

You hummed in response, shuffling over, but even with all the space you gave him, the Doctor planted himself right next to you, so close your shoulders touched.

The brush of his shoulder against yours and his scent, so captivating, so familiar, was enough to assure you. You wondered if he knew what he was doing to you, how mad he was making you. 

“I don’t know if I told you, but can I really like this jumper,” the Doctor said quietly, tugging at your sleeve, then tracing the trail of delicate, floral embroidery with his fingers. “Pretty.”

The bastard! He had to know.

Even so, the teeniest smile tugged at your lips at the admission, “You think so?”

Your heart was sputtering. Jitters.

“Yes!” he says a little too eagerly. “Very pretty.”

God, he was such a dork. 

The Doctor was never forthcoming with you, and very particular with his words. Sure, his mouth could run on and on as he rattled about the Tardis or as he unravelled some extraterrestrial, timey-wimey mystery. But he was never loose-lipped about anything of consequence, but especially anything that touched too closely upon the blurring line of your friendship. Any sort of accidental display of fondness resulted in flushed cheeks and a rambly Doctor, talking in circles trying to remedy his slip, while you just watched, amused. 

No rambly Doctor. You were enraged to learn that he was somehow managing all that coffee better than you. He looked at you expectantly, the teeniest smile at the ends of his lips. Then he frowned, as if in thought.

“Yes?”

The Doctor is nothing if not observant. His fingers brush your temple, and then your cheek as he asserts bluntly, “You’re sad.”

You saw no point in denying, under his sweet, captivating spell of warmth, safety, and assurance. 

You conceded, “Just a little.”

“Hm.”

“Just a smidge,” you added. “Not even a smidge. A teeny, tiny smidgelet.”

The Doctor’s serious demeanour softened. He then scrunched his nose in disbelief, and corners of his eyes crinkled.

“A smidgelet?” he laughed as he swung his feet. Then he adds, “You didn’t like today?”

“No, I loved today,” You were a bit overzealous, upon reflection. “Today was perfect. You, Doctor, were perfect.” That was the problem. He was too perfect. 

“Good.” 

A comfortable quiet fell between you, and you just kept looking at the Doctor.

He was wearing his deep purple waistcoat and bowtie, his coat discarded haphazardly on some rail near the centre console. The Doctor’s floppy brown hair fell just above his delicate brows, and his green eyes—starry. 

The Doctor had offered you all of time and space, and the most magnificent sight had to be his eyes. When he was happy, or rather, when he was with you, they were like the sun, so bright, beaming. Brighter than the field of stars that burned brightly ahead. 

“Pretty,” you offered, your gaze settled on his eyes.

He raised his brow curiously. 

You added, “The stars.” As if you could’ve meant anything, or rather anyone, else, you knew, and he knew. The Doctor was not stupid.

“Oh, right, yes—stars!” He scrambled to find his words. “Very… pretty.”

You smirked. You liked when you could catch him off guard.

“Aah, you!” He waved his hand, dismissing your antics. “On with it. Tell me what’s wrong. I’m going to make it better.” His eyes were set determinedly.

You looked away, toward the swirl of cream that surfaced at the top of the cup you held tightly, the sweet smell beginning to nauseate you. Yuck, you thought to yourself.

“Fine,” You huffed, placing your cup aside, turning back into him.

“Good.”

“I just—” It was then that you began to unravel. “I just, I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

You cringed at the way his pretty face crumbled, how his once bright green eyes became downcast and foggy. His breath sputtered and stuttered. You made his sweet hearts stop, and not in the way you’d hoped.

“Doctor, no,” You said, grabbing his hand and placing your other hand on top of your intertwined fingers. “Not like that. Never, ever, like that. Much too fond of you to up and leave.” More than you know, you thought bitterly.

Your breath hitched, realising you were holding his hand. You’ve held hands countless times and yet, never once had it been so… intimate. Urgent. Most of all, you never had been the one who reached out for him. It had always been the Doctor, always him.

You squeezed his hand briefly, just to assure him, and maybe assure yourself too. He perhaps sensed your reluctance, and his fingers tightened their hold.

“Mhm,” He hummed quietly, now resting his head on your shoulder. Your chest burned warm with affection, your heart practically toppling out of your chest, as he pushed himself closer into you. 

Moments passed slowly and peacefully with the Doctor’s fingers intertwined with yours and his head pressed onto your shoulder. Your feet dangled as you took in the beautiful sight.

You whispered, “Look, pretty.” You were talking in circles at this rate. Pretty. The only word you were capable of at this point, it seemed.

He picked up his head, his bright eyes taking in the sight once again with a lopsided smile. “Yes, I see,” He said softly, but then, added rather impatiently: “Will you… will you ever tell me what’s wrong, Y/N?”

It was so silly. You felt completely inadequate with the field of twinkling stars staring back at you. The pretty specks of light smear and blur with the tears pricking your eyes, your whole being aching with jealousy.

You thought about the way the Doctor had pointed the way the stars would twitter, twinkle, and wink. He knew each of them intensely, and so intimately. They were just so beautiful, each star possessing its own unique intensity—how could you compare? 

You could only hope the Doctor would be willing to lend some of his gaze toward you.

You mustered the teeniest bit of courage, “You promise not to laugh?”

“Laugh?”

“Or become cross with me.”

“Cross?”

“Or throw me out, I can compartmentalise, forget this ever happened,” you rambled. “You can too, incredibly well. It’s almost impressive.” 

“Compartmentalise? Y/N, What are you going on about?” He was exasperated. 

You felt your stomach drop. 

“I just—” 

“Yes?” 

“Gah, I wish I could just say it.” 

“Y/N,” He said, rather impatiently. “I love you too.” You finally look at him, gobsmacked! 

Too?! Rather presumptive of him, you wanted to scoff. To be fair, you figured you weren’t exactly subtle.

“Really?” You were stunned. 

“Really,” The Doctor laughed, cutely. So cute, it was almost cruel. 

He was so pretty you thought you were going to die. 

And seemingly out of nowhere, he said, “I’m going to kiss you. That okay?” His fingers reached to cradle your cheek, and the impossibly soft pad of his thumb rubbed circles on the flesh of your thigh. 

You nodded eagerly, needing him, barely managing a shaky “mhm” before the Doctor pressing lovely, sweet kisses to your jaw. To your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth, all the while, humming in response to the pretty noises you make, and laughing through kisses at the way you pulled at his hair.

And finally, he pressed persistent sweet kisses, rather hungrily, to your mouth. 

God, screw the bloody stars. You knew then, you were everything to him.

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[organsblackcoat]

FINALLY, DR WIT LORE

I've been putting this off for ages damn anyways time to ramble about stupid rat man (this post is rather long so take that as you will)

alr I've figured to actually start writing about my ocs, here's one of them, Dr Timotheus Wittison (also expect stuff to be inaccurate because I cannot look up 'when did the church stop hating science' for the 10th million time, just to see the damn crusades instead of the 1850's timeline)

Ok ok so Dr Shittison babyy So he's on earth, Britain, it's the good ol 1850s, Dr wit is in his late 20s, has a wife and 7 year old daughter, the wife works baking and selling bread, Dr wit is a "scientist" of medicine and he sells 'cures' in bottles for the village (it's all fake, he never even went to highschool! L bozo (actually he doesn't have a degree of any sort either but shshs don't ruin his spirit)

Dr wit was originally born in the 1850s England in a city in a wealthy-ish family but they grew poor quick and while he was in a young age. they live in the countryside because of that and try to gain back their success by agriculturecontinuing off this his wife (her name is Madeline) moved to the countryside when he was 7 and they fell in love got married at 19 but he was very interested in science and the church hated that and same with his family (not his wife tho) anyways he's pretty much kicked out and he moved back to the city and adopted a girl with his wife (the kid's name is Clementine)

ok!history lessons with organs!

so during the 1853 to 1856 there was a war!!! the crimean war and is was originally just with Russia and Turkey but then England and France joined later on but the war opened alot of opportunities for cool stuff like modern weapons (shells, railways and telegraphs wow!) plus medicine was getting more popular too

anyways wit thinks he soooo smart and that he made a completely new crazy theory (he boiled water and learned that it can clean out most bad stuff in there) and he thinks wow! I'm soooo cool I can totally become a doctor or something special with that information learned!

he never entered highschool.

but don't break his spirits

anyways he tries to go learn but gets rejected because he never went to highschool so womp womp wommp but he is also kinda egoistical so he thinks 'well screw them in gonna be so cool' and tries to sell the boiled water off as good but it's the 1850s noone cares and alcohol literally is cleaner then normal water so that sucks. but now he's so sad because that was his golden opportunity and he lost it! L bozo but then field 54 comes (ok I still can't think of names but basically it's like a terf war there and 2 gods are fighting eachother for the whole planet) and one of them begans the need of scientists but picks out wit as one of them... now, wit is a smart man, he knows what's he's doing... so wit ACTUALLY FALLS FOR THAT AND LEAVES HIS WIFE, 6-7 YEAR OLD CHILD, HIS HOME, HIS SIMPLE LIFE IN EARTH stupid loser

so his wife and daughter also die from the scarlet fever too (when I say he took everything, I mean it) and they died but back to wit he's in field 54 and obviously he's not very happy. he realizes that all the people that are literally some either harmed because of the war and the violence from it or because the air really sucks and same with the dirt so they can barely grow anything not so cool

now he realizes just how screwed he is (I should've mention this earlier but he arrived into planet with 20 other scientists with actual degrees) and because there's a lot of competition for food and survival on the planet, everyone pretty much is bullying each other and making things alot worse then they should be just to be lucky and survive on the planet

and because wit is wit he moves his lab into his basement to avoid the harassmentand while being away from everyone else he starts reflecting on his past and decides he's either gonna upgrade or destroy the battlefields and begans messing with his body n stuff to make his vision better, all that stuff and he takes inspiration from a few lab rats he owned to make him the half furry rat half human thing

also ALL THOSE 20 SCIENTISTS DID DIE and he was assigned with a new project to make a messenger (the white rabbit project) the scientists all have the blueprints done they just need the real thing so wit in he moment of sadness decided to base the project over his dead daughter Clementine as tribute and he also gave the white rabbit actual human emotions even though the blueprints tell him not to do that

he makes the white rabbit (he doesn't call it Clementine tho just white rabbit) and the white rabbit is trans and is also beginning to question what the hell he is and he finds a photo of young wit and his family and freaks out because who's this girl who looks just like him???? who's this other lady standing nent to her??? and they verbally fight until wit finally says who odis (the white rabbit) is supposed to be and shows him the blueprints but odis sees the little note saying he shouldn't have emotions and gets mad, leaving wit and his house behind and moving into a broken up old apartment

much much later Dr wit gets news saying they'll need to hold something captive in his house and that person is wires yay! so he was caught stealing from the buildings near wit and because noone ever expected for anyone in the other side of the war to rob them, and they decide to keep wires captive/bait but no one really comes for him so wit feels bad and tries to get him to join his side of the war, wires doesn't care that much and is now kinda a roommate of wit but then wit also falls in love with wires but he doesn't do anything about because he's so loney he just shakes it off as normal

I'll make a post about wires a little later (here)

[silens-oro]

Requiem is such an experience!! And Planet is my favorite off of that album! ugh Planets for me is just such a Kylo Ren/General Hux from Star Wars kind of song, I love it so much. OK Sorry but I'm shifting into super fangirl mode because !!!! SAME! I think it's been around the same time for me too! A friend recommended them to me when I was in 5th grade I think, so around late 2008-ish? I was looking for a song for myspace (lmao) and Bat Country was the first one I heard and they've been my favorite band ever since. You're so lucky you've seen them many times, that is AMAZING! do you have a favorite time you've seen them? I was never allowed to go back in the day and when I finally did in 2013 it kinda sucked because of the people I went with so I'm hoping for another chance soon!

MYSPACE! This is digging up so many memories oh my GOD. I had the deathbat as my profile mouse curser and I thought I was the coolest person alive.

I would like to preface by realizing how ancient I sound by Tumblr standards. I am a fresh 29, but I may as well be 60 with the dates I’m mentioning below. That being said, I can talk about this band until I’m blue in the face. I’ve never met another person who is on the same level so I’m screamin’!!

lmao fun fact: Burn It Down was the FIRST music video I ever watched online and it took HOURS to load because I lived in the country at that point and dial up was actual hell. My mom absolutely freaked out when she saw what they looked like (because our massive Dell desktop WAS in the living room for everyone to snoop at what you were looking at).

I lived in California for a very brief period of time when I was 10 and the only friend I had was my neighbor who was my age so we immediately got along. He was really close with his cousin (she was 18 or 19) but she babysat us together often. ANYWAY she worked at one of the really small diy venues the next town over. Long story short, she dragged us to work with her one afternoon to grab her paycheck or something and they were playing that night. I didn’t get to see them play because I was too young and my parents would’ve 100% murdered the poor girl. BUT I did get to meet them outside while they were smoking lmao. It was the most awkward and weird experience back then because I had no idea who they were (they were so nice but also like “who are these children??”) but I look back on it fondly now.

The first time I got to see them was at Warped in ‘05 from a million feet away because my dad (rightfully so) did not let my 12 year old cantankerous self just waltz into the pits. I had zero fear. I was, admittedly, WAY TOO YOUNG to have been there, but it was an experience.

I think my favorite show was seeing them on the Taste of Chaos tour in ‘08. The lineup was bonkers. If I remember correctly it was A7X headlining with Bullet for my Valentine, Atreyu, Blessthefall (Craig had JUST left and their bassist had to do all the vocals. I remember that distinctly), and some J-Rock bands that I can’t remember as support. I went with my (still) best friend and it was the last tour I saw them on before the Rev passed the following year. They pretty much played their self titled album from start to finish with a few of the classics thrown in. Very, very fortunate.

I think the last time I saw them was at Mayhem Fest in 2014?? I went alone and was able to snag a front row spot at the barricade when they opened the gates for it and it was absolutely incredible. Hearing Requiem live absolutely obliterated me. I still get chills thinking about it.

So between ‘05 and ‘14 I’ve seen them maybe 7 or 8 times??? I wasn’t a huge fan of The Stage (will definitely need to give it another try) so they kind of fell off my radar for a bit. I’d definitely like to see them again if I get the chance because I’ve never seen a bad set from them in any show I’ve been to.

Honestly, I’ve learned by going with people who either can’t handle it or are just not fun concert people to go with that I prefer to go to certain concerts alone. If you’ve never done it before, I highly recommend!

[anagnorvices]

a writeblr (re)intro

about me:

nyx, aka anagnorvices

all pronouns (except it/its) but they/them is always a safe bet

previously @aurienyx but i decided to move to a sideblog for convenience's sake

favorite books: little fires everywhere by celeste ng, the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy by douglas adams, the weight of our sky by hanna alkaf, and many many more

big fan of found family, ComplicatedTM character dynamics, mythology, futuristic settings, and unnecessary amounts of worldbuilding (affectionate)

what i write:

mostly prose, but i dabble in poetry sometimes

unnecessary amounts of worldbuilding (derogatory)

a lot of fic. like a Lot. probably majority of the content i post will be from my fics but i write original stuff on occasion

loooove fantasy and scifi but i don't actually write a lot of hard scifi, more like fantasy with vaguely scientific magic systems—but i'm gonna change that :) scifi here i comeee

looking to experiment more with different styles (screenplay, transcript, epistolary, etc) and genres—i'm really excited to try my hand at horror/thriller, and currently attempting to forage into the world of mysteries

current wips:

curses and gifts: my firstborn child. first wip and still going strong...ish. the one thing i absolutely want to finish before i die. (kind of on the backburner for now, though.) ft. twins displaced from their home planet, a himbo who is unexpectedly competent in some aspects, and galactic conspiracies galore. excerpt:

"Wonder why Rizeol is out," Jasmin says as Daemis-kasin calls out instructions for the next strengthening exercise. She sucks in a breath before pushing up into the new position easily. "Dunno," I say. "Probably sick, a couple other kids have been out lately too. Didn't Audrie say something about it being the season for it?" Audrie grunts from Jasmin's other side, but I can't tell if it's because he's confirming what I said or if it's just because he fell. "Or," Jasmin says, "maybe that's not it. He lives on campus, Laeline, but I checked his room and everyone said they hadn't seen him in a while. Don't you think something's off here?"

atla murder mystery: what it says on the tin...because titles are a Struggle and they're usually the last step in my writing process, so that's what you get (for now). ft. detective sokka and dual timelines! there'll be a title someday... excerpt:

Ozai Kazuichi. Harsh angled contours, severely drawn eyebrows, piercing gold eyes that, even in death, seem to stare straight through Sokka’s soul. So this is the man that ruled an empire. Or, was.

dragon wip: also atla. a lot of Feelings, with a pinch of plot. dragon zuko is having a Time. probably going to be a lot shorter than i initially planned, but word counts have a habit of getting away from me, so who knows? excerpt:

Zuko stares at the long, scaly body now trailing down the hallway—his body, he realizes with horror—and tries not to scream. He’s a fucking dragon. What the hell? He clamors to his feet, slipping and thudding back to the floor several times as he tries to figure out where exactly his feet are now and how they’re supposed to move. What the hell. Stars and sands, he knew Peony was trouble.

tagging some friends hope u don't mind &lt;3

@songbirdii, @mortallynuttyqueen, @novaliae, @gelatinous-jellyfish, @inkflight, @aalinaaaaaa

[sidemari]

can u do one where the reader is on her period and her breasts start to hurt a lot and dikuc or zhongli are there to massage her and kiss her boobs ? maybe he sucks them a little too... idk i'll leave that to u 🤭

• Spicy period pains help •

Kinda NSFW-Ish scenarios

Characters included: Diluc and Zhongli [separately] Fem!Reader

Warnings: Period themes, suggestive theme, breasts massage, nipple playing and swearing, yet, it's mostly fluff.

Picture: "Lonely Planet" Manga

Part 2 of those scenarios.

Diluc Ragnvindr 🦉

"I'm home" Diluc mumbled when he opened the front door, suspiciously looking around the Dawn Winery's salon, thinking it was strange you weren't there like usual. "Love?" He asked but there was no answer. "Babe, are you doing okay?" No answer still. Worry and frustration started getting Diluc restless.

Quickly getting upstairs, he opened the door of your shared bedroom just to watch your sleeping frame, bundled up in your favorite blanket.

"Hey, princess... I'm home" Your boyfriend whispered, caressing your cheeks and hair until you were fully awake.

"Diluc..." You tried to speak but another harsh cramp had started.

He knew what was going on.

He even kept your period on track to help you in those hard days.

"Period pains?"

"Yes... Can you-" But you stopped your line.

"Can I...?" He encouraged you.

"Can you help me?"

"Of course I can, you don't even have to ask"

Carefully laying down by your side, Diluc's right hand traveled to your lower belly, right under the fabric of your shirt.

The warmth helped you to relax, as he whispered reassuring things into your ears.

"Do you want a massage?"

"I don’t want to bother you"

"Come on, don't be shy, it will help a lot"

His hands massaged your lower back for some minutes, just to start focusing on the flesh from under your belly button to help with the cramps.

Once his hands traveled towards your chest, you whimpered in pain.

"I see, your breasts are sore" Diluc said softly. "I can help with that too."

His hands lifted your shirt enough to leave your breasts exposed to him.

They were a bit rounder than normal due the hormones and they looked so appealing to Diluc he had to try his best to keep his cool.

His fingers caressed the soft mounds with delicacy, making you forget about the pain for some minutes.

With eyes closed, you were almost falling asleep when you felt a warm and wet sensation. Diluc was softly sucking your nipple.

You gasped his name in pleasure.

"So sensitive... So freaking perfect"

You took his wrist to place his hand against your thighs, feeling the squeeze of his fingers against your flesh.

"Endorphin helps to ease the pain and I know what else I can do to help you with that detail, my love"

"Yes! Yes, please" You practically whimpered.

He pulled you for a deep kiss before starting to undress you.

Zhongli 🐉

"Zhongli... Can I finish this paperwork later?" You asked in a low voice.

"The deadline is tomorrow, can't you try to finish it with one more hour?"

"One more hour...?" You mumbled. "I'll just take a quick break, I'll be right back"

Your period was making you feel tired, sensitive, sore and clingy at the same time.

Should you try to tell your partner you weren't feeling so well to keep working for so long?

Your lower back was killing you, your cramps got worse by spending almost 8 hours working inside that office and you could swear each inch from your body hurted like never before.

"Darling?" Zhongli called for you, but you didn't answer. "(Name)? It's been almost 20 minutes you're on that armchair"

Getting off of your trance, you tried to get up to finish your job, but you fet so weak you almost fell down.

"My dearest, what's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm fine, I swear I'll finish the paperwork"

"No. Not with my permission. You're pale and your forehead is covered with cold sweat. Come here, you won't work anymore today"

Guiding you throughout the corridors, you both arrived your bedroom.

You delicately laid down on the bed, inviting Zhongli to do the same.

"You're on your period... And yet suffering with many symptoms you helped me the entire day. Let me at least make you relax. Where's hurting more, my dearest?"

"My breasts, but a little massage can help- Wait... How do you know I'm facing this time of month?"

"You're easy to read, love. You get quieter and a bit more clingy. You also feel very tired and sore. I observed all of this for months"

By that time, you were shirtless, with Zhongli's slim fingers massaging your breasts with love and devotion.

You whimpered in pleasure.

"Sensitive, aren't you? And so fucking hot"

His mouth sucked a spot of one of your breasts, marking you as his.

"Zhongli, please..." You gasped, the said man noticing exactly what you meant.

"I can help you way more than just this massage" He started unbuttoning his suit.

"The paperwork, I need to finish-" He cut you:

"You need to relax and enjoy the way I'll make you feel tonight" He got above you, pulling you for a demanding kiss.

[eunoiaflow3r]

when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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[purplerainsaladtea]

TMNT Leo x April [Fic Request]

Thank you to the Wonderful @narwals14 for the Request 💕

[Type of Fic: Fluff]

[Warnings: Minor swearing]

Fugitoid touched down the Ship on a Nearby Planet causing everyone to stumble a bit from the Impact "Okay everyone! We needed to make a quick pit stop. Now this time can we please not try to tick off an intergalactic Alien warlord please?" He asked then shook his head and walked towards the door and opened it. Raph rolled his eyes then walked into the Room with the others to get Geared up with Casey walking beside him "Ha! No promises Fuiga-dude" He nudged Fugitoids shoulder as he passed by.

Fugitoid groaned and hung his head "Oh dear..." He shook his head "What am I gonna do with you all..." He mumbled to himself. April gently placed her hand on Fugitoids shoulder "Don't worry professor. Casey is just Joking" She smiled reassuring but it soon faded "...Ehh... Well at least I hope..." She shook her head "We'll all make sure to keep him in check" She promised. Fugitoid nodded "Thank you April"

She smiled "No problem!" She went to go gear up with the Others. Casey nudged April's shoulder when she walked in, causing her to rub it and glare at him "So, You're Gonna keep me in Check eh red?" He grinned and got close to her face. April only rolled her eyes and shoved his face out of hers "You heard me right, Jones" She turned her back to him and started to attach her gear to her Yellow jumpsuit. Casey chuckled "Well I'll make sure to Really misbehave around you then Red~" He flirted.

"Ay, Casey. Leave her be." Raph told him then dragged him out by the back of his suit. "Ah! Hey! Cut it out Raph!" He groaned then looked at April "See you later Babe!" He yelled out to her. April only wrinkled her face in disgust at the Nickname and scoffed before continuing to gear up. As Casey was being dragged out, out of the corner of his eye he spotted a Pissed off Leonardo glaring daggers his way as Leo was also in the Room gearing up with everyone else.

Leo soon finished before hearing April sigh, causing him to look over at her then look back at his gear and clearing his throat nervously "..Just ignore him April. You know how Casey Can be sometimes" He grabbed his Swords and Lazer guns, equipping them to himself before walking over to her. She held her Helmet in her hands and nodded looking at him before looking at her Reflection in it "Yeah, I know. He's just so Annoying sometimes" She shook her head then put it on. Leo nodded "Yeah.. But that's Casey for you" He shrugged then left the Ship with her.

Her eyes widened "Woah... This place is gorgeous" She glanced around. Leo glanced around as well and nodded "Yeah.." Leo then glanced at her and smiled lightly before she glanced back at him with a confused look, wondering why he was staring at her. Leo blushed lightly and quickly looked away from her, tensing up. Fugitoid came over and stood by the Two of them "This is the Planet of Hanviea. A Beautiful Planet known for it's Crystal mining, Peaceful Population, Great Trade routes, and Beautiful waters and Gardens" His face lit up to show a happy smile "The Aarrealek People who inhabit this planet have Lived in Peace for Centuries and are known for their hospitality and Great Talent" He explained. April nodded "I bet"

Fugitoid nodded "Now shoo you two, go have your fun" He nudged them off.

~Timeskip because I'm lazyyyy~

Leo walked with April and had a Genuinely nice conversation with her. They stopped at a few booths from time to time to look at some of the items people were selling. Leo picked up a Really Pretty Crystal that looked like it had its own little waterfall within it "Wow.. Hey April, come look at-" He looked over to expect to see April standing by his side but he didn't see her. Panic shot through him as he set the Crystal down "April?" He called for her "April!" He called for her again but got no response. Leo quickly ran off from the booth to look for her. He search for at least an Hour before finally finding her in one of the Garden Area's "April! There you are! Why did you run off like that? I-I've been looking for you for ages!" He scolded. April was too fascinated by the flowers to pay attention to Leo's bickering.

"That's amazing.." Leo took the flower back from her and it changed back to the blue/green color again. April nodded then glanced at Leo, admiring his features and getting a bit lost. Leo looked at her and Smiled Smugly "April?"

"April are you even listening to me?" Leo asks and crouches down next to her, glancing at the flowers before glancing back at her. April snapped out of her little daze and looked at Leo "Huh? Oh y-yeah, totally" She shook her head and looked back at the Flowers. Leo sighed then looked at the flowers and his eyes widened slightly "Damn..." He picked a flower up and the flower went from a Glowing white color and changed to a Pretty Green/blue color. April looked at the flower in Leo's hand and gently took it from him and examined it. The flower then flickered again and changed to a pretty Yello/brown/brown color "Woah..."

April blinked "H-Hm?" She asked and looked at him. Leo motioned to the Flowers around them, they had all went from a pretty white to a Bright Red-ish pink color. April noticed them and blushed "Ah! What the hell!? Why are they doing that? I-Is Raph Nearby or something? H-He has to be.." She tried to play it off. Leo smiled and shook his head "Ooo~ ouch~ if he heard that you even associated him with anything related to the color pink he'd kill you" He teased. April blinked then rolled her eyes playfully and playfully hit Leo's shoulder "Oh quiet you~ if that's the case then he better not find out from a certain someone" She playfully warned. Leo raised an eyebrow "Oh yeah? And who might that certain someone be Miss O'Neill?" He asked.

"You're Smart, you'll figure it out" She held her head up high. Leo chuckled and shook his head before placing the flower back into in her hands "Hey.. April?" He asked. "Yeah Leo?" She looked at him

"There is something I've been meaning to tell you for Awhile now..." He leaned in close to her face. She nodded "okay?" She tilted her head. Leo gulped and seemed very nervous "I..." He sighed "...I... Like you... April, okay?... As like.. More than a Friend and before you say anything yeah I know it's dumb and so sudden and now is probably the worst time to tell you since we have more important things to focus on like saving Earth but it's just been driving me nuts and I needed to get this off my chest.. Not to mention I feel like a huge dick considering Donnie and Casey also Like you" He looked down "and I know you'd Probably Prefer someone like Casey over myself or Donnie but either way... I just thought I'd let you know so that I can at least sleep at night now" He scoffed. April's eyes widened and her Jaw Dropped as she fell silent

Leo sighed "Sorry to Bother you..." He stood up and proceeded to walk off before being stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist, causing him to flinch and look at who grabbed him. April grinned mischievously "So I managed to Steal the Fearless Leaders Heart, eh?" She asked teasingly. Leo blushed lightly and rubbed his neck a bit "I guess.." He smiled lightly and glanced away from her. She smiled and squealed "Ahhh! I can't believe it!"

Leo was utterly confused and shocked by her reaction "I-.. Uhh-.. What? You aren't mad? O-Or disgusted?" He asked. She shook her head "Nope!"

Leo's eyes widened and he smiled but it soon faded "Wait... What about Donnie and Casey?" He asked. April shrugged and crossed her arms "I mean... Casey is well...-erm.. Casey. And Donnie is an Absolute Sweetheart but I don't really see him as anything more than like a Friend or Brother" She shrugged. Leo nodded "Oh..."

April returned the nod "Yeah.." She shook her head then Both her and Leo got a Buzz on their Arm gauntlets with a Voice message from fugitoid

"The ship is all fixed and Refueled! Please Report back to the Ship! Blee-bloop"

"well, I guess that's our cue" April shrugged and took Leo's hand and started walking back towards the ship "C'mon"

Leo followed her but was still in shock by what just happened, thinking this was some Dream. A God Damn wonderful dream for the Blue clad turtle. But either way for him whether it was or wasn't.. He was still one Damn happy turtle.

[butwhyduh]

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Warning: it's long and sad.

Word count: 2150

Summary: basically what would happen if Tony Stark died instead of Peter Parker at the end of infinity war. Basically my one chance to write a space odyssey. For @naturallytom challenge. Part 1 of 2.

Peter sat in the cold chair overlooking space. Colors he couldn't describe flew by and he felt so lost. Nebula knew where they were. She could get them home. She got them to a inhabited galaxy and they were rescued by a people Peter couldn't even name. But the price of going to safety only days before they would have died was going farther from earth. Farther from his life. And no one to know he was alive.

"Kid, eat," Nebula said handing him a fruit. Peter nodded before taking a bite. He ate but had no hunger. Nebula assured him that it was from almost starving but Peter thought it was probably because he watched his mentor die in front of him.

"How long do you think it'll take to get to earth?" Peter asked.

"About a month," Nebula answered as she ate. Her knife sliced the fruit in her hand before eating.

"So Christmas," Peter said. He'd kept up with the dates. They were saved right around thanksgiving.

"What's Christmas?" Nebula asked. The pair talked about many things on the journey. It wasn't like they could do much else besides listen to Starlord's music.

"It's a holiday. Family gets together and gives each other gifts. There's food and lights. Its-it's nice," Peter said.

"That sounds... nice," Nebula struggled to say something nice. She wasn't used to being around someone as kind as Peter.

"I wish we could decorate in here. Or make some real food," Peter said wistfully. The ship felt colder than before and Peter pulled his boroughed clothing tight.

"Get some sleeps. Its been 22 hours since your last cycle," Nebula said looking at a monitor. Peter nodded and went to the back. He laid on a cot and strapped in to sleep. It wasn't long before he drifted off.

Nebula stared out. The people had been decimated by Thanos. His snap had killed half of them. She knew Peter was only holding on to get back to his aunt. What if she was dead? Would he lose his mind?

9 hours later Peter woke. Nebula was holding small swords in the middle of the room. Peter sat up quickly.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. I think you need a hobby," she said practice swinging the swords.

"Knives?"

"A useful hobby," Nebula said handing Peter a sword. "These aren't dull. You can cut yourself. So don't."

Peter held it awkwardly. Nebula rolled her eyes.

"Earthlings are so weak. Hold it like this," She said handing him the sword correctly. "Turn your body sideways. Smaller target."

Peter turned and opened his legs hips width apart, mimicking Nebula. She nodded. She put her hand behind her back and Peter copied. Nebula held the sword out with her elbow slight bent. Peter made the same motion to have the sword hit from his hands by Nebula. Peter gasped.

"Hold it tightly. You're strong," she said. Peter picked up the sword and moved back to stance. Nebula hit it again and he held it tightly. She hit him from another side and he barely smacked it away. This went on for a minute.

"Hit me," Nebula said. Peter widely swung the sword and Nebula easily blocked and tapped him with the flat side. The rest of the session consisted of Peter trying to deflect and hit as Nebula easily bounced around him. By the end he was smiling, sweaty, and bruised. It was the first time he'd smiled in a long time. Nebula hid her smile as she took a drink. Peter greedily gulped his water. When they landed on the planet, Peter had drank so much fresh water that he literally threw up, much to his embarrassment. On the ship that only recycled water and towards the end, it was only a cup a day.

"Eat," Nebula said tossing him a bar and a fruit.

"What's that?" Peter said looking the colorful fruit over.

"Food. Eat. It'll make you strong," Nebula said. She viewed his collar bone and wrists being more defined. His high metabolism had made him skinny.

Peter tentatively tried the fruit before devouring it. "It tastes like a fruit roll up! Do you have more?"

"You'll only get 1 a day to make it last," Nebula said. "Watch out. I'm going to sleep. Don't touch anything. Wake up if you see anything."

"Oh-Okay," Peter said moving to the seat.

"I counted the fruit," Nebula said before laying down. Peter snapped his fingers in defeat. She was clever.

Peter watched as he saw nothing. But also He saw everything as they sped along faster than he scientifically understood. Which is a lot to say about a genius. He stared for hours as Nebula slept. Peter's eyes got heavy and he drifted off.

Peter woke to Nebula gripping his shoulder. He jumped up.

"Fell asleep on the job? You didn't do that when you were starving. You can clean the toilet when we next land," Nebula said pushing Peter out of the chair.

"Aw man," Peter said.

"No sleeping next time," she shrugged.

And for the next 5 days they followed this pattern. Peter sleeping, training with the sword, eating, bothering Nebula, and watching out as she slept. Finally Nebula wakes Peter during his sleep time to tell him that they were landing on a safe planet.

Peter wiped the sleep from his eyes and grabbed his iron spider suit. He snapped it on over his clothing. Nebula seemed relaxed but Peter was nervous. Any place could be dangerous. The sky was blue and the visible dirt poking through the dense foliage was pink. When Nebula opened the door, a wave of heat hit Peter and he put his mask on.

"Guard the ship. Turn on the incinerator," Nebula said.

"Really?" Peter protested. "I can't leave?"

"We're here just to buy supplies. Don't do anything until I come back. I'll bring more fruit," she said. Peter groaned before sitting in the pilots chair.

Nebula rolled her eyes as she left. She didn't know why she kept the Stark boy. She could have left him on Titan, or planted him back on the first planet they landed. But she felt she owed him a ride back. She had helped Thanos for years towards his goal. And if she hadn't told Gamora where the soul stone was, Thanos would never know.

She met the people outside her ship. They were primitive small people that barely fit the shape of humanoid. They were purple-ish brown with snouts and arms that closer resembled flippers. Nebula held her communication device close to her face and announced her wish to trade. The people parted and a leader came forward. Nebula began offering what she had for trade and the leader agreed.

On the ship Peter sat with his feet on the console. Nebula never let him. He was also eating some kind of sweet bread. Music played in the background. It was under the name sTarLLord89. Whoever it was, had tons of 80s earth music.

Peter was softly bobbing his head when Nebula ran in with a crate of food. Peter quickly flopped his feet to the floor. "What's going on?"

"Not. A. Peaceful. Planet," she said smashing the buttons to fly the ship away. Peter hopped ftom the seat and sat in his usual chair. Nebula roughly lifted the ship off the ground.

"What happened?" Peter asked after they escaped the planet. The ship survived with only a few scratches from spears thrown at it.

"They were cannibals. That's why you couldn't leave the ship with me. You would have been eaten," Nebula said.

"Eaten?"

"Yeah, kid. Inventory the box," she said.

Peter opened the crate to see a few boxes of the food bars, some fruit, and bread. A bundle of rags sat underneath. Peter pulled them away and shrieked.

"What?? What?" Nebula asked from her seat.

"There a spider?"

"You don't know?"

"It's kinda like a spider. In a cage. It looks like a pet or something," Peter said keeping his distance.

"Wait, Spider-Man is scared of a spider?"

"Maybe. You can look at it yourself," He said pouting. Peter grabbed a fruit and sat down. "I'm not dying from space spiders. I've seen that movie."

"What?"

"It's an earth thing. I'll show you," Peter said watching the box suspiciously. Nebula walked over to the box and laughed. A deep belly laugh of joy. It was jarring to Peter. He had never heard that in the weeks they've known each other.

"It's just," she resolved into laughter. "It's harmless. Come here," Nebula said opening the cage. Peter jumped back as it scurried up her arm.

"What should we name it? I had one as a child. I snuck it aboard a ship, just like this," She said smiling.

"You stole it??" Peter said.

"No, this was luck. I'm not turning around to bring it back. Here, have a pet," Nebula said placing the creature on Peter's shoulder. Peter shrieked.

"Take it back! The fuck! No! No. No," he said as she took it back. "I don't want a mutant spider on me."

"That's just ironic," she said sitting back in her chair. She pet the monster under the chin and Peter shuttered as it purred. "I had one until Thanos found it and killed it. Said it was a waste of air."

"He's just a horrible person," Peter said used to her talks about the horrors that Thanos had done to her.

"And I'm going to rip his throat out," she said roughly before going back to petting the animal. "It's your sleep cycle."

"Don't let that beast go. I don't want it laying eggs in me," Peter said suspiciously.

"I'm going to name it," she announced. Peter laid down to sleep. It took him longer to go to sleep after knowing the little monster onboard.

Peter didn't sleep any better. He often had bad dreams. He had dreams about Mr Stark turning to dust. The way he smiled and told Peter that it would be okay before he dusted.

This dream was the last few days before they were rescued. When they had run out of food and water and the air was going turn off soon. Peter felt the cracks on his lips. His throat painful to swallow. Nebula had gone a few more days without food. She could survive longer hungry with all of her mechanical parts. She was worried about Peter. He was laying around now. His skin thin and body bony. Peter could see the worry on her face.

Her hands ghosted over his face. His core temperature was dropping. He couldn't thermo-regulate any more. His lips cracked. Peter watched her in a haze. Peter couldn't understand why he lasted shorter as super human. He was supposed to be strong.

"Why," he crooked. Nebula moved over to him. "Why am I dying?"

"We have no food, kid. I'm going to get us saved. Okay? We'll be fine. You'll eat till you pop soon enough," she said with a false smile. The past few weeks she'd grown pretty attached to the kid.

"But I'm a superhero," Peter said softly with a weak smile.

"Still a human. I think your metabolism is super too. You have to eat a lot. We ran out a little early," she admitted. She clenched her jaw before releasing another smile.

"Makes sense. Yeah. Sorry about that," Peter said.

"No. Its Thanos fault. He's the bad guy here. Don't forget that," She said. She turned away and went back to the front.

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Peter woke up panting. He looked at his hands before relaxing. They survived. He was on the way home. He was okay. Nebula looked over at him before turning back.

"This planet you can get out," she said. Her own way of comforting Peter.

"I can?"

"It should be fairly safe. We'll be there shortly."

Peter hopped up and looked out the window. They were above a large metropolitan. Gleaming sliver and bronze buildings we're buzzing with creatures of all kinds. Peter slipped on the iron spider suit with the mask on.

"Smart. Earthlings would get attention," Nebula said. She was kinda proud of her companion. She had started to regard him as almost like a little brother. Peter waited for Nebula to walk out first. She grabbed her little monster before leaving. Peter was nervous after the last cannibal world. 2 tall elegant light green persons met the pair. They welcomed them to the world. Nebula paid them units and they motioned for a crew to do a tune up on the ship.

"We're going to sleep here tonight," Nebula said smiling. Peter gulped nervously. Was he going to be wearing a mask overnight? That wasn't super great for his skin. Nebula walked away from the landing pad and into the city.

"So you know this city?" Peter said following her.

"Oh yeah. I ran away as a kid and lived in the streets for a few months before I was caught again," Nebula said smiling.

"I don't want to be rude," Peter said ducking around a street cart. "But you need serious therapy."

"A what?" She said stopping before a stall making food. It smelled wonderful.

"Nothing."

Nebula ordered for them both. When the food arrived she was on the move again. Peter looked at the foreign food in front of him as he hurried to catch up. Nebula ate as she walked. Peter followed her lead. The flavor was unique but not a pre-made squished bar. In front of a modest building, Nebula stopped. She pulled out her purse and walked inside. Peter followed as she ordered 2 beds at a hostel. Peter sighed. He was sleeping in a mask.

Nebula laid down in her bed. Peter could see the damn little monster snuggling her. It took him a second to realize that this was her sleep cycle. A few other beds had people sleeping. Peter sat on his bed bored.

"Here, don't get in trouble. And don't get drunk," Nebula told him handing Peter some units. "Stay in the market and don't get lost."

Peter smiled. "I won't."

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[popsicletheduck]

Ooh, spare thoughts about the OCs you're currently rotating in your head? You don't gotta of course, but if you feel like it, I am sitting here with my chin resting on my hands, kicking my feet, very excited to learn :D

The problem with being a DM and a player in two D&D games is that there are always many, many OCs I'm currently rotating. Let's see if I can do a quick-ish rundown??

There's Goose, my goblin ranger who I'll be playing tonight. They promised to help the party artificer, who is their favorite person in the party, upgrade their armor and are currently very much in the "this is Friend and Friend is Cool so I want to look Cool in front of Friend" mode which is very adorable. They also just hit their first level up without their mentor, who abandoned them a few (in game) weeks ago so there's been a lot of Emotions there as their backstory has started coming out one by one to different party members who all immediately decided that Goose's mentor was a bitch (he was).

There's also Mosca Goddir, my tiefling warlock who is currently Going Through It, and not just because we left off in the middle of a fight with a bunch of demons. I've already been considering writing a whole damn essay on Mosca because I've been thinking deep thoughts about them but to try and keep it short: Mosca's world fell to zombies and they've been working with the god of death to try and put things right, only for Mosca to be pulled into a different world and then found out that they'd failed and hadn't even known it and there was no one left alive on their home planet. They also just found out that another ancient, semi-sentient artifact chose them for some unknown quest and they're just. so. tired. I love them but they need a hug and a nap.

Then we get into all the NPCs for my own game: the Dream Team (Percy, Zero, Arran, and Dace), all inspired by video game characters and just my goddamn favorite bunch of semi-chaotic bastards planning on trying to take down the Empire (getting into all their backstories would be way too long here but. I do want to); Wren, an extremely chaotic fey(???) entity the party met a while back who can be helpful but is also just weird and having a great time with it and might also be a manifestation of and/or in contact with Destiny; Devotion/Rusi, a tiefling assassin who lied to the party months ago about their redemption and is planning their revenge; the Iridakasei, a cult-like organization trying to protect the world (poorly) who wants the artifacts the party has been gathering and isn't above violence to get them; Zaf and Galen, a chaotic orc artificer whose experiments keep getting away from her and her exhausted assistant who just wants to finish his magic PhD; Etta Kuldavo, a half elf cleric of Ioun who runs an association of divine enchanters and is just so good....

It's crowded in here "^^

[starryeyed-char]

Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance

“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

“Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

“See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

“Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.

The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

“Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.

Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

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For the 4\3rd rond drabble challenge: 16, 20 or 27 please? I'm immensely enjoying your ficlet feast! Have you considered of opening an account at Patreon or the likes? It's my guess that more than a couple want to thank you for your fluffy cracked up Sherlolly.

This one is just a disconnected littlevignette that could fit in a few different universes.

“Stop questioning my lifechoices.”/ “When’s the last time you smiled?”/“Sometimes I just don’t want to exist.”

“For the love of God, wouldyou just take a case already?  Or, I mean, at least put clothes on.”

“I have clothes on.”

“A blanket doesn’t count asclothes, even if it’s fashioned into a toga.  You look like theworld’s most fabulous caveman,” Molly said, flicking the cornerof the hot pink tiger-stripe blanket as she took the spot next to himon the sofa.

“I’m wearing pants,” Sherlockargued.

“Oh my, what’s the occasion?”

“I always wear pants in yourflat.”

“No you really don’t.”

“Well, not to sleep. Sleeping naked is better for health, you’re a doctor, you should knowthis.”

“I went to actual medical school,I didn’t get my degree from Cosmo, thank you.”

“It’s your skin, you do what youwant with it.  If you want to miss out on the benefits of reducedcortisol levels and higher levels of human growth hormone andoxytocin, that’s completely your prerogative.  Don’t come crying tome when you look like a pair of old riding boots by the time you’resixty,” he sniffed.

Says the man who looks like a pairof old riding boots now, she thought.  She wouldn’tsay that, though; he might decide to send a woodsman after her to cutout her heart and she really didn’t want to end up with seven tinyflatmates.  Just the one oversized one was enough.

“You really do need to dosomething.  Get out of the flat, go for a walk, anything.”  Trygoing back to your own flat…

“There’s nothing for me out there. Everything I need is right here, and for the rest I’ve got variousinternet-based delivery services.  And you,” he added as anafterthought.

“How flattering,” she saidlightly.  "You’re wearing a dent into my sofa cushions, youhaven’t shaved, you haven’t eaten a vegetable in over a week.  When’sthe last time you smiled?“

"1993.  I saw a seagull steal abiscuit from a toddler.  Such a fond memory.”  

At least he was still making jokes. The depression/ boredom/ existential crisis alert didn’t need to beraised to red just yet.

*

“Tangy cheese Doritos and meltedchocolate ice cream.  That’s your breakfast?” she asked, lookingover his shoulder as she walked past the sofa.  At least he was in aslightly different position than the day before.

“Stop questioning my life choices. I don’t make a fuss about your oat straw and poison-berry porridge.”

“They’re goji berries, and they’refull of antioxidants.  So, while your skin may be fresh and dewy as acherub’s arse when you’re a pensioner, I’ll have the cell health of ateenager.  Unlike you, whose entire gastrointestinal tract will bemade of MSG molecules stuck together with cholesterol.”

“I can still say with someauthority that they taste like poison.”

“Okay, yes, fine, they taste likepoison.  But they aren’t actually poison.”

“Famous last words.”

“Whose last words?” she askedcynically.  She was pretty sure she made one of Sherlock’s own facesback at him.

“Rasputin, Emperor Charles VI, oneof the popes, Johan Schobert, Alan Turning, the 900 or so people atJonestown…”

“And yet you don’t even know whothe PM is.”

“I didn’t vote for them so itdoesn’t matter.”

“Do you even vote?”

“Of course I do.  I vote formyself as a write-in.”

“You know that’s not actually athing here.”

“I’m making it a thing.”

She held eye contact with him for onevery long moment, then went to get herself coffee.  It’s way tooearly for this, she thought.

*

She came home to find Sherlock lyingflat on her kitchen floor, looking up at the ceiling.  She stifledthe urge to fuss over him and ask if he was alright; he wasn’t lyingthere like he’d collapsed or anything, more like he was quietlywaiting for the planet to get bulldozed by aliens.

“Just couldn’t get the hang ofThursdays, huh?” she asked, stepping over him to get to thesink.

“Everything is tedious.  SometimesI just don’t want to exist.”

She would be more worried, but at leasthe was dressed.  And he’d shaved.

“Did you at least go outsidetoday?  You’re going to get rickets at this rate.”

“You like bow-legged men anyway.” He twisted his head around to look at her.

“I like Jensen Ackles. It’s not just about the legs, he’s the total package.”  How didhe even know that, anyway?  She’d never said a word, and it wasn’tlike she had anything incriminating in her browser history.

“I am right here, youknow,” Sherlock said, sounding genuinely miffed.  Like heactually cared if she found other men attractive.  Which he probablydid, because heaven forbid he wasn’t first on every list.

“Yes, you are, and you’re in theway of the fridge,” she said, nudging his waist with the instepof her foot.

He rolled to the side and sprang up,then wavered on his feet for a second.

“How long have you been lyingthere?”

“Four… ish? hours?  I watchedthe news, then some programme about holiday getaways, then I ate someof your not-poison berries in the hope that they were actuallypoison, then I was going to make tea but I really didn’t see thepoint, since we’re out of milk.”

“You could have gone to buy some.”

He looked at her blankly.

“Or ordered it online and had itdelivered.”

“My phone was in my pocket. Seemed like more trouble than it was worth to get it out.”

“At least you got dressed today. Why did you get dressed today?”

“Because you nagged me into ityesterday.  I can get undressed again, if you prefer.”

She was certain that if there was aGod, he/she/it was testing her.

“Lestrade phoned this morning.  Hesaid he might have a case but I haven’t heard back from him, so hemust have solved it.  Or got lost in the Met office on his way backfrom the toilet.”

That was a good sign.  A very goodsign.  

“Does he know you’re here?”

“No,” he said, like itwas the stupidest question in his very extensive history of beingasked stupid questions.  "Why would I tell him that? Nobody knows I’m here.  Mrs. Hudson thinks I spend half my timebehind the clock face of Big Ben.“

"Do you think he went to BakerStreet?”

“He would have phoned when herealized I wasn’t there.”

“And your phone was in yourdressing gown pocket.”

“Yes.”

“Just putting this out there, buthave you checked it at all since you lost your will to live in themiddle of my kitchen?”

“No, why would I?” he asked,pulling out his phone.  "Huh.  How did I miss that?“

"You fell asleep, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he admittedreluctantly.

“You never hear your phone whenyou’re asleep.”

“Yes I do.”  He scowled ather before looking back down at his phone.  "Oh,“ he saidsoftly, in that way that indicated something had piqued his interest.

"You sure don’t,” she said,but it was lost on him.

His fingers flew over the screen andthen his eyes got that gleam; thank God, she thought.  

“Oh,” he repeated a littlemore excitedly.  He shook off his dressing gown and let it drop tothe floor without looking up, the small smile playing around his lipsblooming into a full grin.  "Oh, this could be good.  Don’t waitup!“

He bent to give her a peck on the cheekand hit the corner of her mouth; time seemed to stop as his lipslingered partway on hers.  Then he straightened and whirled away likehe always did without a word of apology or acknowledgement of howawkward everything just got.

At least he wasn’t still moping on hersofa.

[I’m pretty sure I lifted the ridingboots line and the seagull thing from somewhere, but I can’t rememberwhere.  I do this all the time, drives me up a wall.  Just consider them a nod to something I thought was clever.]