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gallickingun · 4 years

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o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o I think I need me so sleepy time fluffy morning Baku sex. I've been corrupting myself too much lately LOL. Thirst post or drabble I guess? "Hey, you awake?" "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "Don't cum yet."

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader RATINGS: M/E+ WARNINGS: smut WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

request from THIS prompt list - prompt fill sentences will look like this.

“Hey, you awake?”

You groan, stuffing your head beneath your pillow. It isn’t enough that he has the audacity to wake up before the sun rises, but for him to bother you until your eyes are peeled open? You smack your lips together, a disgruntled sound raking against your throat as you close your eyes again.

His palm is warm as it travels down the length of your abdomen, as if his scarred hands are prodding at every one of your ribs to count them in the early morning light, “I know you’re awake, c’mere.”

“Go back to bed,” you murmur into the sheets, but it holds no intent because you’re doing as he says, swiveling your body to tuck into his chest. Bakugou’s arms slink underneath your sleep shirt, a shirt he recognizes as his own, fingerprints mapping out the dips and curves of your back and shoulders. You hear him groan into the crown of your hair and you smirk, your eyes lazily drawing their way up to look into his crimson orbs, “Can’t sleep?”

On cue, Bakugou’s hips rut forward, and you feel his very prevalent boner press into your thigh. Your thigh muscles tighten at the sensation, the half-asleep haze still fogging up your brain so you can only think in partial thoughts.

His nose nuzzles your forehead, nudging against the creases until your skin softens, smoothing beneath his kisses. He grunts when you roll your hips forward, a teasing cant of your waistline making his blunt fingernails bite into your skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest, making its way up his throat until every cell in his body is vibrating with anticipation.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs into your tresses, voice dropped an octave when you hitch your thigh up over the top of his to get closer. Bakugou’s voice is still rough with sleep, all jagged edges and coarse tones as his mouth begins to wander, mumbling little aborted sentences into your skin, “Such a fuckin’ filthy tease in your sleep, babe. You feel that?”

He’s of course referring to the throbbing cock he’s currently sporting, pressed flush between your thighs and his. Bakugou licks the pad of his tongue over the length of your neck, tracing your jugular with his teeth. A fresh wave of arousal slickens the skin of your thighs, pre-come leaking from his tip to mix with your wetness.

“S’too early,” your murmuring against his collarbones, lazy, sloppy kisses pressed into his hot flesh.

Bakugou has always been a human heater – you suppose it’s just a side effect of his quirk. His body naturally runs hotter so he can kickstart his explosion quirk whenever he needs to. The stinging sensation of his palms as he tries to tame his power is not lost on you as his hands roam your body, pulling and dragging at you to keep you close and feel your frame.

He traipses a hand between your bodies, fingertips running down your abdomen until he reaches the spasming outer walls of your cunt, “Hah,” he is brash in his laughter, “you’re fuckin’ soaked, Princess. You really gonna tell me it’s too early?”

“Shuddup and fuck me,” you murmur into his neck, lavishing the skin with your teeth and tongue. Bakugou moans at the action, his eyelids slipping closed and his eyes rolling back in his head. You reach a hand up his neck to palm at his undercut until you get to a thatch of hair that you can hold onto, grasping at it desperately so you can bring him back down to kiss your mouth.

Bakugou is quick to roll himself over so he’s loitering above you, a shadow cast down on your body thanks to the beginning rays of the sunrise filtering in through your partially open blinds. He nudges his nose against the bridge of your face, tracing the outlines of your cheek bones while your hands busy themselves with his torso. You cannot get enough of his body, toned and yet somehow supple at the same time. Your fingers knead into the plush flesh of his ass, and he tilts his head so he can kiss you.

The head of his cock butterflies your pussy so he can collect the silvery strands of slick that have gathered between your lips. You moan into the cavity of his mouth, his teeth biting down on your tongue when he gets the chance, “Fuck, baby,” his voice is low as he sucks on the muscle, rutting his hips forward out of pure primal need.

“I love you,” you murmur into the void, playing with he blonde strands of hair that you can reach. Your other hand is rested between the planes of his shoulders, palming at the muscles that ripple as he moves.

Bakugou kisses your bottom lip, leaning back to admire your features, “I love you too.”

He accentuates the sentence by slowly dredging his cock forward, coating himself in your arousal at an agonizing pace that leaves you wanting more but somehow unable to beg for it. You adore him in these moments – when he is wanton enough to devour you whole, but uses his ever astounding self-restraint to savor your every sound. Bakugou is handsy when he’s just woken up, fingerprints searching for something to memorize, as if his very anatomy was pieced together to mesh with yours. He knows you like he knows himself, inside and out, and it only serves to better moments like this.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’s almost whining, his voice thick as he does so. You find yourself sifting your fingers through his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, guiding his eyesight to your face so he can look down at you from where he’s hovering.

You swear you hear a gentle whimper when he makes eye contact with you, but you don’t press him about it, instead enjoying the view you have from beneath him. His hair shines like gold in the warm sunlight, his eyes are glittering rubies as his gaze bores into you, as if you might have all the secrets to the questions of the universe. You tilt your chin and kiss him on the mouth, tenderly and slow, and he matches your pace with the stuttering of his hips.

A moan passes between you, the origin of it unclear given that you now can’t tell where you end and he begins. You are a mess of tangled limbs and sounds, your arms and legs wound around his body as he fucks into you slowly. The bed creaks underneath your weight, but it only adds to the cacophony of sounds all intermingling together to form the melody of your morning.

“Damn, Princess,” Bakugou drops his mouth to your neck, softly sucking at a few different patches of skin. Hard enough to elicit a reaction in the way of your cunt clenching around his cock, but not hard enough that he might leave a mark that you’ll have to cover.

Bakugou works you to the precipice of pleasure, your climax fast approaching as the ministrations of his hips do not falter. You can feel his cock twitching from withing your walls and you clamp down to hold him steady, winding your hands in his hair as you hold him close, “N-No, don’t cum yet.”

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up into you in defiance, but it is only second nature for him. Bakugou kisses your jawline before murmuring in your ear, “I don’t know how you expect me to last much longer with this fucking perfect pussy of yours, all sloppy and wet around my cock.”

You shiver at his lewd words, your spine bolstering with confidence as he litters praise down on you like confetti. You tilt your head so your cheek is pressed into his, beckoning him forward with the gentle tug of your hand in his hair, “I-I wanna look at you when you cum.”

Bakugou is immediately upright, pulling his hips away from you so only the tip of him is submerged within your core, hot and throbbing with the imminence of his release. You feel him tensing up his body to try and force himself to look down at you, every nerve beneath his skin practically shattering at the sight of you so blissed-out and at his mercy.

His thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek and you feel like there has never been a more ethereal moment than this one. The soft smell of sweets cooking over a campfire fills your nostrils, a familiar taste in the air that you’ve come to know after many years of being with Bakugou Katsuki. Your chest brushes his as you inhale deeply, committing the moment to memory, commiserating it with the slight flare of your nostrils.

The sight of him so close to the crest of his release makes your thighs tense, but you want to savor this moment. These few seconds between when everything is calm and then the coil finally snaps, washing white-hot pleasure through your entire being. You press your palms to his cheeks, his still hazy eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

A quiet curse falls from his lips before he sheathes his cock within you again, bottoming out on the first stroke. You can tell by the strain of his neck that he wants to lower his head, but he fights every instinct in his body and keeps his eyes focused on you, those vermillion irises ever present as you both begin to climb toward your release.

“Please, Katsuki,” you lick your lips and beg for him, clenching your thighs until they’re quivering, “cum in me, I want to feel you cum in me.”

Bakugou’s eyes are steely as he looks down at you, “Here you go, baby,” he murmurs into the void of your bedroom, the words airy and light as they drift from his lips to your ears.

Your heels dig into the plush of his backside, anchoring him to you as you feel the familiar heat of his spend coating your core. You moan in tandem with him, milking him with your glutinous walls trapping his cock inside. His tip is pressed hotly against your cervix, and you swear you can feel him in your spine, but that does nothing but stir your body into passion, brought even closer to the end when his thumb finds your clit.

“C’mon, Princess,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss you quickly on the mouth, “I want you to come for me, yeah? Come on my cock.”

That is all the encouragement your body needs, your arousal meeting his as you cry out, throwing your head forward to press against his collarbone. You sob at the feel of your body tensing up from head to toe, your orgasm shattering the world around you until all you can fathom is Katsuki.

Bakugou hums once you’ve fallen slack, nudging his nose along your cheek, “Where’s my girl?”

Your head falls back to the pillow and your hands find their familiar place in his ashen blonde locks, “Right here.”

As if there were anywhere else you’d rather be.

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radiant-flutterbun · 3 years

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Mason’s Brightside Part 1

“Hey, Mace? Can I ask you something?”

“Huh, what?” Mason looked up from his drawing. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice that Evan had sat beside him. Drawing used to be so relaxing to Mason, so natural but ever since he became a dragon he had to learn how to draw all over again. It was devastating. Years and years of hard work. Gone.

He had hated being a ghost, but at least he was still able to draw.

Mason sighed as he looked down at his progress. His grip on the pencil was getting less shaky, and thankfully he still had enough muscle memory to somewhat apply what he knew to drawing with his new anatomy. It was slow, but still progress. Soon he would be able to create what he wanted to again.

Maybe finally make that space age romance about two boys from different time periods falling in love…

“Mason?” Evan repeated himself. He was bleeding again. A gnash on his head dripped down blood. Mason quickly pushed his paper out of the way before blood could drip on the parchment.

“Sorry. I was distracted. You uh. Got a cut on your head.”

“Shit really? I bumped my head earlier, but I didn’t think it was that hard. Man being alive again is weird.”

Mason glanced at his shaky drawings again “Tell me about it.”

It had been a few months since Mason and Evan were brought to the Dragon Planet, to Sornieth. To the Light clan, Clan Ton Theon. Mason was a ghost and now he was a skydancer as alive as can be. Evan had a more complicated history of being dead and sort of alive to dead again and sort of alive again. Now he was a dragon too, a coatl to be specific. Sadly it appeared being dead caused some permanent nerve damage to Evan.

Evan wiped the blood off his forehead “You don’t think I need stitches for this right?”

Mason shrugged “I don’t know. Maybe you should check in with Alaria or Hecate?”

“Yeah I guess so, anyway I wanted to know-”

“Hey,” The voice immediately drew the attention of both Mason and Evan “I’m heading back to Selcouth, y’all want anything?”

Muerto. Here he was a small grey coatl hatchling, but Mason and Evan knew his true identity. In their world, Selcouth he was the God of Death. And he was the reason why they had both died so young and so tragically.

“Hmm… Blood,” Evan said as he licked his own off of his claws.

“You have blood here,” Muerto said.

“Not the good kind!” Evan grinned and Muerto sighed. Evan’s craving for blood was another strange side effect of being brought back from the dead.

“Fine I’ll rob a blood bank or something.”

Evan didn’t mind Muerto, even after what he had done to him.

“It’s all water under the bridge!” Was what Evan had said. Despite everything, Evan was still an optimist.

Mason however…

“What I want?” Mason snorted “I don’t know, maybe Jeb’s soul?”

Muerto flinched and Mason felt a twang of satisfaction.

“I’m not,” Muerto took a deep breath and clutched his necklace with the black opal “I’m not ready to go back there yet. But I will. I will make things right. Eventually.”

The answer surprised Mason, but it still wasn’t good enough.

“Yeah right ‘eventually’ and the longer you wait the longer he suffers. The longer everyone suffers. If you don’t care about Jeb, fine, but don’t you care about Allen? What about Ren?”

“I-” Muerto stammered.

“Would you stop berating him?!” Great. It was Niossa. Just what Mason needed, another god. He shouldn’t have been surprised, the yellow and pink pearlcatcher was never very far from Muerto. In some ways he hated her more than the God of Death. She was supposed to be the Goddess of Love, but all Mason saw was a snot nosed brat.

What did she know about love that he didn’t? What he and Jeb had, that was real. But then it was all taken away when… Mason shook his head. His pencil snapped in his claws. It was best not to dwell on those memories.

“You know he’s the reason you’re here and not there with Jeb and Allen and Ren and the others, right?” Niossa snapped “Or that you were not claimed by Hemorrhage…”

“Oh shut up,” Mason rolled his eyes “I’m not going to grovel to him because he did the bare minimum to fix his own mistakes.”

“Bare minimum?! You have no idea what he’s done for you! The sort of exceptions he’s allowed all for you! The most ungrateful mortal in existence!”

“Oh he let me, the boy he Cursed because he had a temper tantrum up in god land, stay in his palace instead of being tortured by some other goddess. Wow! Thank you Muerto so much! It’s not like the so-called rules that destined me to be Damned weren't the same rules you wrote! It’s not like the reason my soul was Damned wasn’t because of you!”

“You hurt him! You were the reason why Match was able to hurt him! You deserved nothing from him and yet he still showed mercy on you!”

“Shut up bitch.”

“How dare you!” Niossa snarled “I’m warning you now Mason Vespa, but even in this world I am not someone you should mess with. I can still take away anything you love.”

Mason snorted “I’d like to see you try. I don’t have anything. Unless you include Evan, who’s my friend,” Mason wrapped an arm around Evan “But you wouldn’t do anything to poor, innocent Evan would you?”

Evan smiled nervously.

Niossa sighed “I have no reason to hurt Evan. He’s kinda cute actually. But I will find some way to get back at you Mason. There’s got to be something else I can take from you.”

“Niossa,” Muerto tugged her back from Mason “Don’t.”

“But he-”

“Just leave him alone, ok?”

“I-”

“I can handle him. It’s fine. Just promise me you won’t do anything to him.”

Niossa took a deep breath “Alright. I promise.”

“Pinky?”

“We don’t have pinkies here.”

“Then head boop promise.”

Niossa grinned “Ok, ok head boop promise,” She and Muerto pressed their heads together, Niossa made sure to keep her horn away from Muerto’s eyes.

Muerto laughed “Thank you Ni.”

“Of course. I love you.”

“And I love you too,” Muerto lifted his head away from hers and took a step toward Mason “Don’t ever call my girlfriend that again. I know you’re still mad at me and that’s fine. I don’t care how you feel about me, but I want you to understand that I gave you a compromise. Of course it doesn’t fix everything! It wasn’t supposed to! Because I can't fix everything. I can’t go back in time and undo everything I did to you and you can’t go back and undo everything you did to me.”

Muerto took a deep breath to steady his breathing “I’ll free Jeb’s soul when I can, and when I do i’ll give him to you. But I can’t go back there yet. But soon I will. I know that I can’t keep running forever. I can’t keep running from him forever. But I will face him, and I will free all the souls he took. And I’m not doing this so you’ll forgive me or whatever. I’m doing it because I think that’s what I should do. You can hate me until the end of time, I don’t give a shit.” He placed a shaky claw back on the black opal necklace and looked away from Mason.

“Let’s go Niossa,” He said after Mason didn’t respond.

The two gods walked away and Mason watched as they met up with Inkdrop who created one of her portals for them and then they were gone.

“So. Uh,” Evan broke the silence.

“Your head is still bleeding,” Mason reminded him.

“Oh! Right. I guess I better get that tended to. See you later then…”

***

That night Mason tossed and turned in his bed. Insomnia was not unusual for him. He had been given herbs by Alaria to help his body calm down and sleep, but they have been working less and less.

He groaned and rolled out of his bed. His feathers were a mess but he didn’t care. Drowsy he stumbled out of his room. He hated to have to wake Alaria so late into the night but he was tired of tossing and turning. His exhausted body nearly crashed into Evan.

“Evan? Whare you doin up?” His words slurred.

“Oh. Well. Turns out my head injury was a bit worse than originally thought. Hecate stitched it up, and offered me pain meds, but I refused them thinking I didn’t need them, but now I’m regretting it!”

“You feel the pain?”

“Yep! For once! And it’s not fun! What are you doing up?”

“Oh. I couldn’t sleep. The herbs Alaria gave me aren't working so I wanted to see if she had anything stronger.”

“Heh guess one or both of the clan’s healers are getting woken up tonight. They’re going to love that.”

“Guess that’s what happens when you harbor a couple of freaks like us.”

They walked in silence until they found the healer’s den. Alaria usually slept in this room, but she knew where to find Hecate if she needed to be woken up too. Mason knocked on the door and waited.

“So uh…” Evan said “I wanted to ask you earlier-”

Alaria, a green spiral, opened the door “This better be important,” She grumbled.

“Sorry. I couldn’t sleep and Evan needs something for pain.” Mason said.

Alaria sighed “Fine. Stay there. I have something for both of you.”

She rummaged around in the den and then returned with two different herbs. She handed one to Mason and the other to Evan.

“Be careful with these. Both can have some… unusual side effects.” She listed what to watch for, but Mason’s mind lagged and he didn’t catch a word.

“Cool. Thanks,” Was all he said.

He swallowed the herb with a glass of water and curled back into his bed. Evan had tried to say something else to him before they parted ways, but again Mason’s tired brain let the words slip away from him.

He closed his eyes and for once he was out like a light.

***

He didn’t expect to dream, but he did. And they were the most vivid, the most real dreams he had ever had.

He saw a rugged tundra dragon, with gold and black fur and the pattern of a jaguar marking them. The tundra was covered in cuts, scrapes and scars, they had weapons that were clearly used strapped to them, ready for the next fight. They wore a horned helmet that Mason thought looked quite handsome on them. This tundra turned to Mason and smiled.

“There you are! We were waiting for you.”

“You were what?” Mason responded, shocked as the tundra grabbed his front leg and tugged him forward. The tundra dragged Mason over a hill to a small camp with tents set up. A handful of other dragons were there including two Lightning dragons, one a blue mirror and the other a blue tundra, and a small bug-like dragon with thorns covering their body.

All of the dragons were staring at the site below them. It was devastation. What were once homes were overturned and smashed. Trees were uprooted and burned. The ground was torn apart. It was the kind of site you saw after some sort of natural disaster. But the source of this destruction was anything but natural.

A huge creature was walking the land below, destroying everything in its path. It looked like one of the largest dragon breeds, an imperial, but Mason knew this thing was no imperial. Not anymore. It had three heads of different shapes and sizes melded together. It had three tails twisted unnaturally together. Useless, torn wings hung at its sides. Torn legs allowed the creature to stumble along.

“That’s an Emperor.” Mason said.

“Yes and it’s destroying this lovely part of the Sunbeam Ruins.”

“This is the Emperor’s Wake.” He had only caught snippets of the world news on the Dragon Planet, but it was hard not to hear about the horrible undead thing running loose in an area only a day or two by wing away from where you lived.

“The Lightweaver won’t do anything about it. So that’s where we come in.” The tundra said.

“We?”

“Yes Mason. We could use your help. Please. Get here as soon as you can. We will be waiting.”

Mason woke with a start and a massive headache.

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3laxx · 3 years

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In Your Dreams - Chapter 1

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

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When a grudgby accident shows how fragile humans really are, Boscha is forced to act quickly and Amity's world shatters.

This fic takes place when Luz takes Willow's place in "Wing it like Witches" and explores an alternate ending.

In case the warnings weren't enough, here's another few:

TW blood, violence, injuries, angst, and the characters facing the possibility of death.

Now that everything is cleared up, I hope you have a lot of fun reading!

I'm excited to start creating for this fandom now! ;)

Ao3 / FF.net

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“It’s after school! Where’s the leader of your loser brigade?”, Boscha greeted Luz in full uniform, flanked by her team. Luz gulped at that but straightened her shoulders.

She had pushed Willow and Gus too hard. She had been the one to get Willow into this mess.

And she was the one to set it right again.

“I’m here on her behalf!”, she made a dramatic break, then she breathed in and propped her hands up on her hips, “We forfeit.”

The shock was visible on the whole team's faces and she could even hear Amity gasping from the sidelines. It had to go that way, Luz told herself, that was the solution to the situation she had created.

“And I’m here to tell you that I’ll take Willows place as your-”, at that she pointed on her fingers, “-water gofer, target practice, whatever you need.”

This caused a little while of silence, before Boscha’s hand sank. She looked down on the ball in her hands and for the first time, Luz heard actual respect in her voice when she spoke.

“Wow, you’re a really good friend.”, that almost made Luz feel at ease. Almost.

Because as soon as she’d said it, Boscha drew a circle and set the grudgby ball on fire. Luz gulped at the hateful smirk Boscha sent in her direction, “And a perfect target!”

The Latina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She-… Wasn’t actually gonna do that, right?

“Think fast!”, Boscha shouted, then she aimed and threw the flaming ball at her.

Luz could just so jump to the side, grunting at the impact with the ground and the heat of the flaming ball washing over her, before watching a tree behind her falling due to the incredible force with which the young witchling had thrown the ball.

Looking back to Boscha, terrified, Luz saw that she was suddenly summoning a lot more balls, setting all of them on fire.

She felt her heart sinking.

Oh no.

She could just so escape the flaming balls by jumping up and running, yelping in fear as she did. She knew witches were magically enhanced, making them stronger and more resistant, but this was even dangerous for a witch. And her as a human?

Luz didn’t want to know what a sonic ball like the one Boscha liked to cut trees with would do to her human body.

Her memory got hazy when she started running. After a few strides across the field, she was already trying to catch her breath. Damn her cursed nerd endurance. She was never the sporty type!

Flaming and biting balls shot after her left and right when she sprinted into the other direction again, setting off various traps on the field like pillars of fire and spikes, as well as disgusting grabby arms and other, very dangerous things. Luz didn’t think she’d survive this.

She had thought that a lot of times on the Boiling Isles, and she had never actually meant it because her optimism and mostly Eda had ensured that nothing bad would happen.

But right now?

Nobody could stop Boscha. She meant every throw.

This time Luz felt real, actual fear bubbling up in her, clenching her chest and making her breaths go fast. She was doomed this time.

A ball threw her off balance and she stumbled, feeling a sharp pain rippling up her leg. Luz screamed, but she knew Boscha wasn’t taking this seriously. She wouldn’t stop.

“Boscha! B-Boscha, stop, stop, I learned my lesson!”, she tried pleading when she got back up again, trying to hobble away but some spikes blocked her way. She couldn’t run to the sides because she wasn’t fast enough. Turning, she watched Boscha light another ball on fire. In her three eyes, a certain amount of madness flashed, and Luz wondered if she actually wanted to kill her. In the background, Boscha’s teammates finally jumped to action, calling out for their friend and waving their arms while running onto the field, trying to stop her but Boscha wouldn’t.

She didn’t take Luz seriously.

“Having fun yet? Cuz I’m just getting warmed up!”

Luz ripped her arms up at the ball flying towards her. Nobody would be helping her this time.

She was all on her own and she had willingly started this. She didn’t have any glyphs on her.

This was it.

The ball hit her with such a force that she was thrown back against the spikes which had cut off her way. Her arms burned when the flames of the ball started licking on her skin, and she heard a crack when her head connected with the rocks. Her body followed and she felt her feet being ripped off the ground. The force of the blow crushed her spine against the same spike as well while her head fell forwards and she could just so blink before already losing her consciousness.

She never felt herself hitting the ground.

Boscha hesitated when the human took a hard blow. Her team stopped dead in their tracks.

She at least wanted her back on her feet, it’d be funnier to try and hit her again. A moving target was better practice anyway.

But she didn’t get back up.

The ball fell from Boscha’s hands as she shouted over to the human.

“Hey, get up! The practice isn’t over yet.”

Nothing moved.

The witchling had seen a lot of grudgby matches when growing up, and she had played in a lot herself. She knew what unconsciousness looked like. But she didn’t think the human was actually out. Anyone playing grudgby should be able to take a hit like this. It wasn’t even such a strong one. Any witch would get right back up, the human was just playing.

She huffed as stalked over, inconvenienced by this. She didn’t wanna have to be bothered by this.

When she approached, she suddenly saw red. A lot of red.

All around the human was red, a whole puddle, her hair was damp, and she wasn’t moving.

Immediately, Boscha forgot all antics, her status, and quickly strode over, reaching the human and kneeling in her blood. Her uniform was suddenly wet, but Boscha couldn’t care.

Grudgby could be a cruel sport, exactly what she liked about that.

She just hadn’t thought the human would get so badly injured by that. Human anatomy wasn’t something Boscha knew a lot about, but she decided it’d be better not to move her too much. Humans were fragile, she had heard her parents say once when she and her friends had been little and had played human. Her parents had forbidden her to play human ever again because they were weak. Degenerates.

And now she was feeling the pulse of one, her heart suddenly racing. Her pulse was there, weak but still rhythmic. This was actually scary. Boscha had never seen that much blood, all over the human’s clothes, all over her face and hair, and all over the field, a puddle of blood.

Her team now approached, just when panic bubbled up in her throat, but she suppressed it, thought tactical.

“Cat, get the healing professor, as fast as you can! Immediately!!”

Her friend turned and hexed some wings on her shoes, to fly faster. Skara kneeled next to her and wanted to turn her over but Boscha stopped her, her hands full of blood.

“Don’t do that, we might hurt her more. We have to-”

The human’s pulse was getting erratic. Paused for one, two beats, then it resurfaced again. Boscha realized they might not have the time for the professor to arrive.

Suddenly, a yelp and a scream sounded and she turned to the source. Willow, Gus, and Amity had arrived at the field’s sidelines. Willow reacted fast and covered Gus’ eyes.

Amity leaped.

“BOSCHA!!”, she screamed suddenly, furiously. Shit.

Boscha knew Amity had a crush on the human She hadn’t been subtle in hiding it. Girl had been super obvious with her tomato face.

“Amelia, stop Amity.”, Boscha instructed and returned her attention to the unconscious human while checking her pulse again, “Skara, we might need to move her over. She can’t stay face down like that. Cat should be returning with the healing professor soon.”

“BOSCHA, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WITCH!!”, Amity screamed from her cage of vines that Amelia had trapped her in. Somewhere deep down, Boscha hurt at her words, but she had to stay focused right now. Amity was emotional and she’d attack her, and touch the human, maybe even try to hug or move her. They couldn’t risk it, “LEMME AT HER, AMELIA, I’LL RIP HER UP!!”

Silently, Boscha was thankful for Willow and Gus not helping Amity. Willow had sent Gus away to get something, water maybe, to keep him distracted, then she came over and sat down next to Boscha while she checked the human’s breathing by leaning down, getting her hair all wet from the blood, but she didn’t even feel that. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, her pulse fading.

“DON’T BE A FUCKING COWARD BOSCHA, FIGHT ME!!”, Amity’s voice broke at the tears forming in her eyes and the sobs bubbling up in her throat but she still pushed against the vines as hard as she could, trying to reach for Boscha who was still far away.

“We need to put her on her back, we might need to do CPR.”, Boscha instructed, her eyes squinted in concentration when she kept feeling the weakening pulse of the human, “Willow, can you make a stretcher of sorts?”

“I SWEAR, BOSCHA, I’LL MAKE YOU FEEL SO SORRY!!”

The girl from the plant track, her rival as she faintly remembered, quickly jumped to action. She created a stretcher from the ground and kicked it to break it off its roots, handing one side to Boscha while staying at Luz’s feet.

“BOSCHA, I SWEAR TO THE TITAN, I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Skara softly cupped the human’s forehead and steadied her hip, while Willow secured her legs. The team captain mirrored Skara’s hand on her forehead and wrapped her arms around the human’s shoulders, and on three, they turned her on her back. She looked awful.

Her brown skin almost looked grey and she wasn’t moving at all. Boscha once again leaned down to check her breathing. Her heart sank.

The human had stopped breathing.

“Fuck. Skara, you hold her shoulder, Willow, her legs. Make sure she doesn’t move around too much. Amelia, come here. You’ll switch with me once I get tired.”

At once, Boscha started pressing down on the human’s chest repeatedly. She didn’t know exactly where to place her hands, because she knew humans didn’t have a bile sac, so she just winged it and put her hands directly over her heart. Counting, she pushed down several times before closing the human’s nose and blowing into her mouth.

Amity only raged more at that, but Boscha didn’t even hear her anymore. The CPR took over all her senses and she went into hyper-focus. Push, push, push a few times, breathe, and again. And again.

Finally, after Boscha switching with Amelia and then back again, cat showed up with her healing professor.

He had brought the Illusions professor with him as well, for safe transport, and after assessing the situation the two of them vanished with the human in a cloud of blue. All that remained were the grudgby girls, Willow and Amity, who had sunk into herself in the vine cage Amelia had created for her, sobbing quietly.

And the big puddle of blood that the human had left here.

Boscha leaned back and fell against the spike that remained standing, against which the human had crashed when she had thrown that ball.

Fuck.

They breathed through for a moment until Willow and Boscha exchanged a gaze. They both had known Amity for a long time. If they didn’t stop her spiral now, she’d let it eat her up. For the first time, Boscha and Willow shared an opinion. They got up and walked over to the cage. Willow sank to her knees next to Amity’s curled-up position and began hugging her, then Amelia released the cage. The vines receded into the ground between Willow’s arms and Amity softly leaned against her old friend, still crying.

Boscha sat down next to them and pulled up her legs, not sure what to say. It had been her fault.

Sure, grudgby was a cruel sport and she had seen a lot of injuries already, but she hadn’t known the human was so fragile that she couldn’t take that hit. A witch would’ve been able to get back up again, to continue after that.

She wouldn’t have attacked the human as wildly if she had known. The picture of the bloodied classmate still shook her, but it was burnt into her memories now. She wouldn’t be able to shake it, ever again, and she felt like she deserved that.

Boscha wasn’t a bad witch. She had enjoyed being in charge, of course, but she had never wanted to hurt someone as badly. She hadn’t known the consequences.

“… I’m sorry…”, she finally mumbled, when the horror settled, ��I’m so sorry…”

It wouldn’t bring the human back. She knew that. It wouldn’t make everything okay again.

Much to her surprise, Amity reached out and pulled on her shirt. Boscha looked up to see the puffed and swollen eyes of her friend and scooted closer. She didn’t dare to hug the Blight, but she’d be here for her. Amelia and Skara joined them in their group, as well as Cat. At some point, Gus arrived with some water and snacks for which Willow had sent him. She had figured Gus shouldn’t have to see his friend like this, when already reacting extremely to his flags being broken.

They stayed like this for a little while, until Amity had dozed off against Willow's shoulder, so they called the Blight twins to pick Amity up on the grudgby field so that the grudgby team could go home to change and wash while Willow and Gus would notify Eda.

After Amity had been picked up by her siblings and everyone else had gone home, Willow and Gus started their way down the way through the forest where Luz had always shown up for school.

Willow still hadn’t changed her clothes. Her knees and sleeves were still full of blood, even if she had scrubbed her hands and arms clean in the school.

This wasn’t gonna be easy. They knew Eda could get very protective of her apprentice, and she had almost started acting like a mother for Luz. Telling her that her apprentice was injured wouldn’t be something Willow would be looking forward to.

She nervously rubbed her arm when they got closer to the Owl House, so much so that Gus stopped her arm by touching her.

“Willow, Eda won’t be mad at us.”, he clarified. Sweet Gus.

“No, of course not. But I don’t like bringing bad news.”, she sighed, “And this is very bad news. Gus, we don’t even know if-…”

Gus remained silent, as did she when her voice died. They didn’t know, couldn’t know. What should they even say? There was an accident and now they didn’t know what had happened to Luz?

Willow sighed again when the Owl House came into view, Hooty spotting them already and swinging in to announce their arrival in his high-pitched voice. Willow and Gus flinched as Eda appeared in the doorframe in what seemed to be a grudgby jacket, making the situation all the more real.

The witch mustered them up and down, she had of course immediately noted the absence of her kid and crossed her arms. A defensive action, Willow noticed. When people were scared, uncomfortable, or caged in they often did that.

“Hey, Eda…”

“So, why didn’t you bring Luz back here? Is she in trouble?”, Eda forced a grin when they got closer, probably not having been able to identify the blood on Willow’s clothing, “Did she pull some kinda prank involving paint?”

But there was no humor or bite in her voice. Willow heard the concern and she bit her lip not to let it out yet. Not yet.

She couldn’t start crying now, because then she wouldn’t stop.

“There-… A few girls from the grudgby team gave us a hard day and Luz challenged them. There was an accident.”

Eda’s ears twitched when her face fell. She connected the dots and suddenly, she knew all too well what that kid had on her clothes. Gus comfortingly placed a hand on Willow's back while Eda felt the world swimming and her head being dizzy. That was blood.

“Mrs. Eda?”, the small one now asked, causing the older witch to look back at him, her vision out of focus, “Luz is now in the Healer’s Coven. If you wanna see her, you can go.”

Right, the Healer’s Coven was neutral ground. Eda stretched out her hand and caught Owlbert flying at her, then she got up on her staff.

“Hop on, kids, I’ll fly you home. Hooty, watch the house. King, come on, hurry up!”

They heard a scurrying sound, then some panting, and finally King appeared in the door Hooty closed behind him, just before he jumped up into Eda’s hair and looked out by her cheek.

“What are we doing? Pickpocketing?”, he asked excitedly.

“We’re visiting Luz, little guy, after flying them home.”, everyone had found a seat on her staff and she gave Owlbert a little smack, “Let’s go! They’ll explain on the way there.”

The room was dark when Eda entered. King was asleep in her hair and she carefully nestled him out, then she placed Owlbert on the wall and sat down on the lower end of the Healer’s bed, taking King into her lap.

Luz looked grey and pale in the moonlight, and so small in the sheets. She was only a child.

“Hey kid…”, Eda began, but she couldn’t make her voice work so she whispered, “… You’re such a troublemaker. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got that from me.”

The witch chuckled when she reached for her hand, a little cool to the touch but alive. Very much alive.

The healers had done an exceptional job patching her up. They had been able to assure that she wouldn’t suffer any long-lasting consequences and that neither her spine nor her brain would be damaged. Softly, Eda rubbed along the back of her hand, then her gaze wandered over the injuries.

Luz’s arms were bandaged from heavy burns. She’d get some nasty scars from that.

Her face was also a little burned but not as bad as her arms. Her skull had gotten quite a beating and she had lost a lot of blood, but the healers had assured Eda it’d be fine. A bandage around her head still proved the serious injury she had suffered.

Her spine had been injured in multiple places but they could fix it again and now they just had to wait a few days until the sleeping spell wore off, to ensure that Luz wouldn’t move for a bit.

Eda got up to sit down on the sofa in the room and make it a little comfortable. She had a few long days ahead of her.

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#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #boscha #willow park #gus porter #lumity #injury #hurt #comfort #grudgby #accident #blood #angst #fanfiction #in your dreams

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dal3ks · 4 years

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saving the day

pairing: peter parker x female reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of periods, female anatomy, cramps, cursing

"hey," your best friend's voice caught your attention, "how's today going?"

you glanced up to see peter parker, one of your best friends, beside you at your locker. he looked concerned, his brown eyes full of worry. his brown curls were a mess, but they looked good. in general, peter looked handsome today, donned in a pair of black jeans and a university of illinois hoodie.

"it could be better," you mumbled, shoving a book into the metal locker, "just happy that it's about to be last period."

"hey," he murmured, "ned informed me during fourth period that you started your um, cycle-, er, once a month thing, early. so i bought you some feel better stuff."

you widened your eyes as he pulled out a bag of dinamitas, some gushers, and a glass bottle of your favorite iced coffee from his book bag. you melted at the gesture. typically, you would be furious with ned for telling peter, but peter was being incredibly sweet with buying your favorite snacks.

"thank you," you beamed at him, noticing his cheeks were a rosy red, "i thought telling ned was a little bit too much information, but i think it worked out."

peter smiled slightly, "yeah! and if you aren't feeling well or anything, text me, okay? i can come over and help you feel better."

"just you?" now it was your turn to blush.

"mhmm," peter nodded, "may has the best heating pad in queens. if you want it, i can swing by tonight."

"okay," you beamed, accepting his offer, "i probably will. the best heating pad i have is some rice in a sock."

"just let me know," peter gave you one last smile before the bell rang. you two walked off in the direction of your classes, but you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.

******

tears spilled onto your cheeks, and a wave of pain rocked through you. it was about one in the morning, and your cramps were killing you. the midol you took right before you went to bed was not helping at all, as more and more pain grew from your abdomen. even though it was a week night, you wanted to text peter regardless.

you picked up your phone, texting peter.

hey i'm really sorry it's past one, and on a weeknight. but i can't sleep. these cramps are killing me, parker.

your phone buzzed immediately. you glanced at the screen, relieved to see it was a response from peter.

i'm on my way. don't worry, i'm bringing the heating pad.

relief washed over you, as you knew your pain would dull as soon as peter brought that heating pad. you awaited his arrival, straightening up your room in the process. the snacks he had bought you were unopened, besides the bag of dinamitas. hopefully peter wouldn't be too much longer, as he only lived about ten blocks away.

as you waited for your knight in shining armor to arrive, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. a few moments later, a sharp tapping at your window startled you. you figured it must have been peter, so you got up from your bed, walking over to the window.

instead, there was someone else at the window. you widened your eyes, as it was spider-man who was standing there. hesitantly, you opened the window, unsure of why the superhero was at your apartment.

"um," you cleared your throat, "hi?"

"i have something important for you," spider-man announced, "can i come in?"

"ummm," you stammered, "i'm not allowed to let strangers in. it's mom and pop's rule, sorry."

"(y/n)," he sounded exasperated, "can i just please come in?"

instinctively, you became guarded, "how do you know my name?"

spider-man groaned, "sweetheart, please stop being difficult. i brought you the heating pad."

"peter?" you choked, disbelief flooding your thoughts, "peter, is that you?"

he took off the red mask, revealing his identity. there was peter, your best friend, right in front of you, "yes, it's me. i'm also spider-man in my free time."

you stumbled over your words, "but how? and why? how come you never told me?"

"it just never came up?" he raised a brow, entering your window. he handed you a sock, full of rice, "here's the heating pad, too."

"peter," you narrowed your eyes, "really? this is kind of ridiculous."

"if you don't want it, i understand," he mumbled, "it's pretty pathetic, i know. i can just go."

"no," you felt your fingertips brush his arm, "please stay the night."

"you want me to?" blush spread like wildfire across his cheeks.

you nodded, "yes."

"you didn't have to ask me twice," his lips pressed against your forehead, "i don't have any other clothes with me though."

now it was your turn to blush. usually, peter was so reserved and innocent. this sudden confidence he was displaying was extremely attractive. you realized you had been staring at him for a good five seconds. you coughed, trying to relieve the brief awkwardness.

"you can just wear your boxers."

"that's how i normally sleep anyway," he shrugged. he pressed the dark spider in the middle of his suit, and it decompressed into a thin layer of fabric. he slipped out of his suit, placing it on your dresser.

"what side of the bed is your favorite?" he inquired.

"the right," you mumbled.

"hey," his eyes softened, "don't be shy, (y/n). it's okay."

you felt yourself melt once you heard the reassurance. peter let you get into bed first, and once you were all settled, he wrapped his arms around you. you felt his lips press against your neck, and you let out a sigh of bliss.

"you comfortable?" he murmured.

"yes," you nodded.

"i love you princess," his voice was barely a whisper.

you felt your eyes snap open. rolling over, you turned to face him. in the darkness he seemed vulnerable, his eyes glossy, his fluffy hair all over the place. his bottom lip was slightly swollen, which you assumed was from a run in with a criminal or bad guy.

"you what?" you whispered.

"i love you," he stated, adoration apparent in his gaze.

"peter," you exhaled, "i love you too."

his lips crashed against yours, kissing you hungrily. you reciprocated the kiss, feeling the world around you go still. peter's tongue grazed against your bottom lip, his hands sliding under your shirt, placing themselves on the small of your back. your fingers tugged on his hair, and his tongue slid into your mouth.

"i've waited a long time to say that," peter mumbled between kisses.

"how long?" you murmured.

"too long," he answered, giving you another kiss.

"peter," you let out a small moan as his lips grazed against your neck, covering it in sloppy kisses.

you could feel his breath against your neck, "what, princess?"

you felt yourself melt slightly, god everything this boy said made you melt, “it's really late, maybe we should try to go to sleep."

"i have all the time in the world," peter pouted, "just one more kiss?"

you gave in once again, allowing peter to kiss you more one time. this time around, his hand cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze. you were unsure of what gave peter this sudden rush of confidence. maybe it was the teenage hormones, or the fact that he's been with a girl before. nonetheless, you were enjoying it. maybe a little bit too much.

his fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, carefully gliding across the warm skin of your waistband, "you're so fucking beautiful, (y/n)."

your hand cupped his cheek, and he melted into your touch. his mocha colored eyes met yours, and there was nothing but adoration apparent in his gaze. wispy strands of his chestnut colored hair fell onto his forehead. his lips were swollen from all of the kissing, tinged red. you wanted nothing more to permanently engrave the moment into your memories.

"i wish tonight could last forever," you whispered.

"it can," peter murmured, his voice soft, "as along as i have you, i promise i am going to treat you like the princess you are. we'll have plenty more of nights like this. i promise, (y/n)."

"i love you," the words tumbled out of your mouth.

"and i love you," peter smiled slightly.

"will you keep me safe?" your voice was small.

"with every ounce of my being," he responded, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

giving him one more kiss, you rolled over, enjoying the moment in his arms. as you both drifted to sleep, you were in pure bliss.

it was surely a night to remember. one of the best nights of your life.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader

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scentedsongrebel · 4 years

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What happens in Vegas

Pairings: Steve Rogers × Female! Reader, background BuckyNat

Summary: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? Wrong. And someone really should have told you that.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of smut but no actual smut, sexual innuendos, Accidental Marriage, Talks of Divorce, Fighting,small Angst, a lot of Fluff... Please tell me if I miss any.

Word Count: Approx. 9k.... This got a little out of hand.

A/N: So this is my entry for the wonderful @kayteewritessteve‘s #Kaytees1000FollowerChallenge. Congratulations on 1k followers, you totally deserve it! My prompts were: 10. “Kiss me again but like you mean it this time” and 24. “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs” The prompts in the story are in bold.

This was gonna be really angsty but halfway through I changed my mind. We all need a little fluff these days. I hope you guys like this one.

FRIENDS and Grey’s Anatomy fans yes I took some inspirations for some scenes.

MY MASTERLIST

The harsh glare of morning sunlight burns the skin on your arms and face and you groan in frustration. Your head is pounding with explainable pain from the hangover you were sure you have after last night.

The memories of the night itself are hazy and some parts are completely missing. Like how you got to the hotel room is an entire mystery.

Under the pain and burn there is also a comfort and warmth that you haven't felt before and you wanna loose yourself in it completely.

You sigh burying yourself further into the warmth to shield your body from the harsh glare of the morning sun before you realize something and jolt awake.

The arm previously around you falls limp on the bed as you look at the owner of the arm in absolute terror. A huge body and large muscles. A bead of sweat rolls down from the junction where his neck meets his back to further south. His face is squished in the pillow and you can make out a pool of drool under his mouth.

With wide eyes you realize he is naked from the waist up and you are pretty sure its the same from the waist down which is covered by the comforter. Exactly like you are.

His face isn't visible and fear starts to engulf you. Who is he? You just had sex with a stranger. With a look around the room you know it is yours. Which means great, you can't just sneak out. You would have to wake him.

You move your hand towards the man to shake him awake before retracting it back. You are not ready to face whoever this is. So a decision to wash your face and wear something, anything is made and you do just that.

After almost 10 minutes. A cold face wash and wearing your santa claus pajamas- don't want him to think you are intrested in another round or something- later you are still not ready to face this stranger but you have to. You have breakfast with your friends and Steve would be here to collect you any minute. A look at the clock of your phone confirms it.

Ok get on with it Y/N you can do this. Its just a stranger. Okay that is not an encouraging line but you have to wake him. Steve can't see him here.

Oh god what will Steve think of you? would he be able to look at you the same way he does these days if he found out what you just did? Shaking your head you scream at the stranger shaking his shoulders.

"Hey, hey mister wake up. You need to wake up. Dude, wake up"

It takes you a while before he starts to stir and this while you realize the hangover has not just vanished and your head pounds horribly painfully.

Just as the man starts to turn and wake up you run to the bathroom to puke. Emptying the food you do not even remember eating in the toilet seat. You flush and close the lid.

God that felt horrible. Maybe the stranger would get grossed out by this and leave quickly.

As you make your way back to your room. The man is sitting on the bed with his back to you and legs hanging off the bed with both his hands on his side. He lets out a groan as he moves his hand to massage his head before you call out.

"Hey so I don't remember much of last night but-"

He turns around to face you and just as both your eyes meet, you both let out an ear-piercing scream.

Your back hits the wall besides the bathroom door as you look at the man with widened eyes. He has fallen off the bed and is just pushing himself back up with a lot of effort. His knees are bent on the floor and he forces his hands on the bed to pop his face on it.

"Y/N" he whispers in shock and all you can do is look at him with the same amount of shock in return. "W-What happened?"

Your heart is hammering against your chest and you move your hand to your head

"Oh god!" You whisper "oh my dear god" You start moving around the room moving your hands through your hair and messing them up "Oh god oh god oh god"

He looks at you with wide eyes before suddenly realizing his nakedness and pulling the blanket over to cover himself.

"Did we?" He questions standing up and wrapping the blanket around his waist, a look at your panic rambling and he has his answer "Oh my god we did"

You are still chanting your fearful words before he takes hold of your shoulders to stop you.

"Y/N!" He screams at you so that you look at him in the eyes which you do exactly. "Are you okay. I'm so sorry I don't-"

He moves his hand through his hair in frustration, the other hand on his waist.

"I don't remember anything. Bucky forced me to have Thor's mead last night and I don't know maybe I drank more than I should have oh god I'm so sorry Y/N"

You are lost on words as you look at him, opening your mouth to say something but closing it again.

"Do you- do you remember anything about last night?" You question

"No its all very hazy. But I think I do remember a chapel from the wedding but that is all and oh, I definitely had sex"

You raise your eyebrows at him and he scratches the back of his head

"Its there in my memories. Very hazy but its there."

You shake your head "okay so we had drunk sex" he looks down at that, avoiding making eye contact with you, his face completely red.

You look down towards the floor and nod your head "there is a condom wrapper on the floor so we at least used protection"

He looks at the discarded condom wrapper, his face growing redder.

"Oh yeah- yeah okay" he stutters

Looking at the clock you realize you have only 10 mins before you have to meet your friends for breakfast and a sudden confidence embraces you.

"Okay so we get dressed go down for breakfast and pretend this never happened"

This makes him quickly whip his head to look at you "What-"

"Bucky and Natasha just got married, they are both are best friends and I can't just put this in front of them and steel their thunder"

He keeps staring at you, his eyes intense

"We talk about this later" you motion between the two of you

He just stares before nodding, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks around for his clothes.

"Steve-"

"No you are right" he says picking up his shirt from the floor and putting it on "They just got married, we can't put this on them just yet, so you get ready and I will change and see you at the breakfast"

He picks up his under wear and you turn around.

"You won't pick me up from my room?" You ask

"I don't think I should" is all he says before moving from besides you to get to the door.

He opens the door and leaves with a bang as the door closes . Never looking back.

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Putting on a simple ripped jeans and a blue top, hair barely presentable, a little extra makeup to hide the dark circles and hickeys and you are ready.

You sigh as you walk down the corridor that will lead you to the restaurant where you are supposed to have breakfast with your friends. The prospect of having to see Steve making your heart flip faster than it usually does.

You can just see the three old ladies that sieve the strings of faith laughing at your predicament. You used to swoon at the prospect of getting a look at the handsome face and drowning eyes of the captain. Your heart used to flip in a different way when you got a look at his face.

Now the heart flipping is different, more terrifying.

The team sits on the farthest of the tables everyone chatting and eating stuff on their plates. You grab yourself a cup of coffee, not feeling like eating anything else and head to the table.

So lost in thought you don't notice the sudden silence that embraces the table as you make appearance and the questioning glances thrown your way.

You keep looking at your coffee, your mind wandering elsewhere. It is this distraction that causes you to miss the entry of a certain blonde, him sitting on the only empty seat which well was of-course besides you and the ever persistent gazes of your team mates.

You take a sip of your coffee while Steve takes a bite from his scrambled eggs before a voice calls out

"Okay, so are we not gonna address this"

You look at Sam in confusion waiting for someone else to voice it. After a moment of silence Steve sighs

"What?"

Sam looks at him with narrowed eyes, then raising both his hands to motion at Steve and then at you.

Your blood runs cold at that and your eyes widen comically. Sam knows. Sam knows and he told everyone. Oh god. Everyone knows. No no no. Your plan to ignore the situation seems to be failing. Time for the good old fashioned lie.

Without looking at Steve you stutter "W-W-What are you even" a forced laugh

"We saw you guys last night you know" Bucky sighs from his place diagonal to you, in front of Steve as he looks at his best friend "Steve invited us to see"

Your heart drops in disbelief and eyebrows you are sure have left your face with how high up above they have gone. For the first time since coming for breakfast you look at Steve.

"You what?"

Steve's eyes are just as wide if not more and his entire face is redder than a tomato. His lips are quivering in horror at the accusation

"I-no I-I-I don't- I don't" He stops speaking as if losing his ability to as he keeps looking at you, both of you surrounded in your bubble of horror.

"Oh I don't think he remembers much with how much you two were drunk" Natasha pipes in.

You both have still not recovered from your daze of shock, not really caring about anyone. How were you supposed to face these people again after this? After they saw you- oh god!

"Well we got there by the end so there was not much we saw" Tony speaks up this time completely unhelpfully

"No no no no no" You feel like your head would explode as you move your hands to your head running them frantically through your hair, not caring about how much they are getting messed up. "This can't be happening, you can't, no its- Ahhh"

Something on your finger gets stuck on your hair pulling it painfully and you retract your hand but your finger is stuck to a strand of your hair. You pull it with force and let out a cry as it pulls your hair harshly before getting the finger free.

You look at your finger to analyse before your feel like your heart stopped beating

"There's a ring on my finger" you whisper, eyes widening "there's a ring on my finger" a little louder "THERE'S A RING ON MY FINGER" a frantic scream as you push your chair back and stand up

The entire table looks at you with looks of fascinating, confusion and pity as you look at the ring and then at the paralyzed Steve who has not moved a muscle, his fingers clenching tightly on the arm rest of his chair

"Ummm you got married last night" Wanda, a little unsure "at a local chapel, that ia what Steve invited us for?"

"WE WHAT?"

"You got married, the marriage license is right here" Natasha pulls it out from her purse "They gave it to us after you two ran out of the place in celebration of becoming Mrs. Steve and Mr. Y/N"

You slowly sit back down on your chair before taking hold of the form with shaky hands. And yup. Its a legitimate marriage license.

"Oh god" you whisper in horror "this can't be happening, this can't be.... Steve!"

You shake him violently, in need of a reaction from him. This is not something you are going through alone. It is something you both are going through.

He turns to you with an apologetic expression

"Y/N I don't I-- don't know what" he shakes his head

"Me too"

"Okay so let me get this straight, you don't remember getting married?" Bucky moves forward in his chair

You both shake your head

"And this is the first you found out"

You both nod

"Wow" Bucky moves back, his back hitting the back on the chair with a thud "This is gonna be interesting"

And for the first time this night you feel an emotion other than fear, shock and absolute horror. The feeling is anger and you make use of it, grabbing the fork off Steve's plate and throwing it at Bucky.

Of course he dodges before raising his hands and motioning a zipping lip action

"Okay so what are you gonna do?" Natasha asks, patting Bucky on the shoulder

You shake your head looking at Steve, who looks back at you with furrowed eyebrows in anticipation "I don't know, We'll just get a divorce?"

"What?" Sam screams at you and you turn to look at him

"Its not like it was planned or something, we are not even dating, we'll just get a divorce, everything will go to normal, easy peasy" you shrug

There is a collective silence in the room as you look ahead of you in challenge for anyone to say anything. Tony and Pepper share a look as Wanda shakes her head at you. Natasha and Sam are looking between you and Steve while Bucky’s eyes are trained on Steve. Bruce is trying his hardest not to look at either of you as he whispers something in Thor’s hear who listens in concentration. Other people are yet to arrive for breakfast.

"No" Steve says from besides you, shaking his head

"What?"

"We are not getting a divorce"

"Excuse me?"

He shakes his head "We can't do that, I can't get a divorce"

"And why the hell not?" You feel angry at him all of a sudden "you can't force me to stay in a marriage"

He nods his head "I know I can't, you are your own independent person capable of making her own decisions, but this is not your decision, its ours and I won't get a divorce until I have at least tried to make my marriage work"

"Your marriage?" You move closer to him, voice laced with anger "this was a freaky, drunk mistake"

He sighs "Y/N" he moves his hand to place it over yours but you move it away "can we talk in private please"

You stand up suddenly, banging your hand on the table, making Sam and Tony flinch back

"You can't force me into doing anything"

And with that you are storming out of the room, Natasha and Wanda quickly getting up to follow behind just as Clint comes in sipping on his mimosa

"Hey guys!" He looks around at the atmosphere of the room "did I miss something?"

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"No no no no no no no no no no" You are chanting as you move around the room, your hands tangled in your hair.

Natasha and Wanda sit on the bed of your hotel room, watching you go crazy, long given up on having a sane conversation. After a while of trying to calm you down and failing they decided to let you release all your anger.

There is a knock on your door followed by a voice and Natasha's come in all of which you ignore as you continue with your breakdown.

"She broken?" The new occupant of the room asks

"Yup" Wanda nods her head "We just cannot shut her down, I guess the off switch has gone bad, Clint"

"I got a rip off version of the story from Tony is it true?"

"What do you think?" Natasha asks sarcastically, rolling her eyes

Clint turns towards you, watching you going around the room chanting ‘no no no no’ then looks back at Natasha

"Definitely true"

All of them turn back to you

They say your wedding day is the happiest day of your life, you really wanna meet those people right as of now and give them a piece of your mind.

Your mind is in overdrive, feelings of betrayal, of uncertainty, of anger, of regret and off an unknown nature surround you. Memories of the morning, the little specks of last night, the gentle touch of his hand, the warmth of his huge body, the smell of him on your body that you washed off in the shower.

You shake your head trying, hoping these pictures in your mind would fall off from the force of the jerks. You cannot do this. You cannot deal with this. You were not ready.

You had feelings for Steve yes but those feelings don't give rise to happiness for a marriage you don't know if you want.

You don't know him. If he were the same person in a relationship, what he wants from a wife, what he wants from you. The future is a dark place and you are not ready for this step in your life. Feelings and everything aside, you are not ready to be someone's wife.

There is a shake on your shoulders that pulls your mind back to the mortal world. You blink twice to make out the offender who of course is Clint, Clicking his fingers in front of your eyes calling out hello hello.

You groan in irritation, pulling your hands out of your hair that they are completely entangled in. A single finger get stuck to a string of hair and you forcefully pull it out, at the moment not caring about ripping the hair off your scalp.

You look at the offending finger in question and the huge fake diamond ring attached to it. This ring. The ring that signifies all this. The stupid stupid ring. In the moment all you can do is blame the piece of jewelry for every bad thing that has been happening to you ever since you wore it and in your anger yank the ring of your finger and throw it away.

It hints the floor and the rolls over to the edge off your bed near Natasha who lifts her leg up to avoid contact with the thing. You glare at the ring with all the anger you have.

Everyone in the room looks at the ring in fear then at you before Wanda raises her hand, volunteers and stands up

"Hey Y/N" you look at her with shining eyes "You wanna talk now"

You just nod your head

"Fucking Steve Rogers" you seethe in anger

"Oh oh" Wanda looks around at the other occupants of the room "I thought we were supposed to console her crying"

"No no" Natasha shakes her head and stands up "We need to help her release the anger whatever way she feels is best"

Clint starts to speak something but Natasha interrupts

"Yeah fuck that guy" she nods moving towards you, encouraging you to go on, you oblige, suddenly feeling the need to

"That that moron"

"Yes very good go on Y/N"

"America's ass more like America's asshole"

"Yeah!"

"Okay okay" Clint quickly moves towards the both of you "I think that is enough"

"No Clint let her release her anger"

"Nat" he gives her a look and she huffs in irritation

"Since when did you become the sensible one in this friendship"

"Since you became the childish one" Clint shakes his head again "trust me being the one calming people down is a gig I will never want again"

"Guys" Wanda motions at the anger flared you. Clint focuses his attention back to you

"I thought you liked him"

"Seriously?" You glare at him "Just because I have feelings for a guy does not mean I want to marry him, I'm not ready to be his wife!"

"Fair point" Clint nods his head "okay, I'm sure if we both and by we both I mean the both of you talk it out, I know there will be a solution"

"He said no for a divorce"

"He what?"

"Didn't you hear the entire story?" Natasha crosses her arms "She said they can get a divorce and he said No"

"No?"

"Yes just No and" she puffs out her chest and imitates in her best Steve voice "I won't get a divorce"

"Okay but-"

"No buts Clint" you shake your head moving towards the bed and sitting down on it, Wanda coming to sit besides you "He is forcing me to stay married to him"

"He didn't say he was forcing you" Wanda says but you ignore her,

"I knew it" you glare at the wall in front of you "My mom always said Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs”

"Seriously your mom said that?"

"No but it sounds really insightful and deep when you add the line my mom always said that"

"Oh my god you're right" Clint smiles nodding his head

"And we're back to me being the logical one" Natasha sighs, moving her hand to your shoulder "look Y/N as much as I am angry at Steve right now, Wanda has a point, he wants to talk to you"

"Nat" you shake your head I don't want anything to do with him"

"Y/N"

You shake your head

"No I want a divorce and that is that. He can't just declare he won't get a divorce and expect me to be okay with it"

You move towards the cupboards of your hotel room, pulling out your suitcase and stuffing the clothes you have lying around the room in it

"What are you doing?"

"Going home, I can't deal with this right now, I need a clear head and Ican't have it here"

"Y/N"

You raise your hand to stop Wanda from speaking anything further

"I just, I need time okay, just let me go"

"Okay I'll get the quinjet started-"

"No Nat" you shake your head "I'm going commercial and I need to be alone right now, I'm sorry"

All three of your friends share looks of concern with each other before turning to your aggressively packing form and sigh.

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Steve raises a hand to the door, gathering the courage to knock before shaking his head and dropping his hand.

He shakes his head and looks at Bucky and Sam both of whom give him a double hand thumbs up and he sighs.

He has to do this. He has to tell her. Make it clear what he meant because ofcourse he didn't mean he was ripping you off your choice. Yes maybe his words were wrong and its his fault for that but he didn't mean it the way she took it.

A smile graces his lips and he shakes his head. His Y/N or well he wishes you were his and his smile widens at the thought of what you would say about that.

I am no one's, I am my own person.

Yes yes you are. Your own brilliant, smart, talented, beautiful person just a few reasons why he loved you so much.

Because it was love wasn't it. Love that he felt towards you when you smiled, when you steel from Bucky's secret doritos stash for Steve on his bad days, cleverly placing the blame on Sam (leaving behind evidences and all), He loves you when you fearlessly fight in the line of fire, when you run towards him with the first aid when a wound gets too deep, He loves you when you stop him from attacking the obnoxious accounts guy who says shit about Bucky before punching him on the nose yourself, he falls a little more in love with you every single time you do anything for him or others of your crazy family.

He just loves you and he will never force you into something you absolutely don't want. But he has to try to make you see this from his perceptive.

Before he can more his hand to knock on the door, it opens up to reveal the worn out face of the woman that rules his dreams.

A suitcase in hand, hair tied in a loose bun that sits on the back of your neck, spectacles sitting on the bridge of your nose, and clothes perfect for- wait were you leaving?

Your eyes widen behind the lenses of your glasses as you look at him before composing yourself back and trying to move around him. He does not budge.

"Y/N"

You shake your head, looking down

"I need to go Steve"

"Where?"

"Its none of your business"

"It is my business, I need to talk to you"

"Too bad because I'm leaving"

He sighs

"Y/n"

You shake your head and look at him with anger in your eyes "What? you think you can boss me around into submission?"

"No" he says trying to keep his calm "I want to talk that is all, then you can go all you want"

"No I am going now" you again try to push past him but fail

"Okay then I'll go with you" He says reaching out for your suitcase that you pull away from his reach

"No I don't need you to come with me"

"Well I need me to go wherever you go until we talk, so really the ball is in your court"

"Let me go" you seethe in anger, putting your suitcase down and clenching your fists.

"Talk to me" he says calmly

"I have a right to choose not to talk to you"

"Then I have a right to stand where I want"

"No you don't I'll call security"

"Do it" he crosses his arms "I'm not stepping away until we talk"

You look around to see all your friends watching intently, Natasha stands behind you shooting daggers at Steve while Clint looks between the both of you in worry, Wanda gives you a sympathetic smile, behind Steve Bucky and Sam turn away as you look at them, pretending they weren't even listening, idiots.

You take a deep breath knowing full well calling security is not an option. You guys are really famous, he's Captain America for god's sake this will be the headline before you can even blink.

You were not ready for that so shaking your head and convincing yourself that this is the only option because it was and its not because you want to hear what he has to say. Your feelings for him are long gone. The accelerating heart beat and the sense of warmth and safety are not because of him.

You step back into the room, allowing him in and motioning for him to go on. He looks around the room at the other occupants, his best friends just at the entrance and then turns back to you

"I was hoping for a little privacy"

The others look at each other but before they can even start moving you say

"No"

"What?"

"I said no" you cross your arms deepening your glare "Like you can say no to the divorce I can say no to being alone with you and also I need witnesses"

He rolls his eyes and then narrows them at you "I won't do anything you don't need witnesses"

"Its not for you, they are to keep me from snapping and killing you"

He rolls his eyes again, pinching his nose

"Now you're really annoying me, its not my fault what happened last night, you can't blame it all on me"

"Oh so its my fault"

He sighs, growing angry by the second

"Y/n, You know I didn't say that and for a second can we just talk about it like two mature adults"

"I am talking like an Adult"

"You've been making a scene like a child"

"Me" You look around, a laugh escaping your lips "I'm making a scene? Who was the one who declared my choice doesn't matter"

"I did not say that" he growls and before you can say anything else he moves a finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up

"I said I can't get a divorce, There was more I would have said if you hadn't have left the room, or you would have talked to me"

"I-" he shushes you again

"You know what your problem is? Its that you don't listen, you just assume, You know I would never force you into a marriage you don't want but still decide to believe that. You want the truth? Here it is. I can't get a divorce before giving my marriage a try-"

You try to interrupt, try to remind him this isn't a real marriage that this isn't real but he stops you

"Please just listen okay" His ocean blue eyes shine emotion and you find yourself drowning, realizing again that how ever much you want them to go away the feelings you have for him are still present. The sadness in his eyes, the fact that it seems he make cry any second calms your burning anger. Because suddenly you realize you are not the only one going through this.

You nod, tired suddenly, this day has been hectic and long, filled with uncertainty and there was only one sanctuary in times like these and it was these blue eyes and so you finally decide to listen. He shakes his heads,

"I can't get a divorce before giving my marriage a try, I can't. Call me old fashioned but marriage in my time was considered sacred, it was a bond for life time and I always believed that when I got married I will do everything to make it work, to keep my wife happy. I know these are not normal circumstances in which people get married but its a marriage none the less and I would, I could never- I never would be able to forgive myself if I didn't give my marriage a try especially because its you-"

He shakes his head, you both look at each other, eyes shining and bodies catching up with the exhaustion you felt since the morning. There is no one except the two of you in the moment and that is why you don't notice the disappearance of your friends that slipped out the door moments ago.

"Why?" you move closer "What do you mean?"

"That I can't let my marriage fall apart with a girl I always wanted to marry in the future, because I know Y/n if we go through the divorce things are gonna be awkward and yes I'm selfish but I can't take that chance, the chance to loose you"

You shake your head

"I-"

"You don't wanna be married before dating right, before knowing how I am in a relationship?" He takes a step forward "then let me take you on a date, let be buy you flowers and pick you up at your doorstep, let me take you to a fancy restaurant that serves way little food to fill our stomachs so we have to go to the hotdog cart in the park and then walk around talking about nothing. Let me give you my coat when you get cold, let me hold your hand and keep you close."

"Let me take you on several dates: ice skating, paint balling, trekking, just watching tv on the bed, let me be your partner in whatever you wanna do and when you feel you are ready that is when we can move further. Let's just forget about this marriage if you want, just just give me a chance to be the right man for you" he shakes his head "give me a chance to be your man and take care of you, fight with you, buy gifts for you to make up, anything you want just let me be the guy you want for once, give me a chance, let me love you Y/n"

You take a breath at that. A lone tear falling down your left eye. How many times have you wanted for him to say this, how many times have you dreamed about this moment (under different circumstances of course). How many times have you wished for this closeness? Then what was it that was holding you back. Was it fear? Uncertainty? Mistrust? No it was yourself and a set of rules you had for yourself.

The rules, the decisions, the anger all seem to be melting under his bright gaze. Under the burning heat of his ocean blue eyes. The eyes that shine too. That hold back tears of fear. Scared of a chance that this may not work, that this may not be what you want. That a night he let loose would become the night he lost everything he wanted.

You both stay there a moment holding each others gaze before you decide fuck it and close the distance. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips to yours. Giving your control, your anger, your stubbornness, your lips, yourself all to him.

He is startled at first. Not responding to the kiss at all. For a while he had no idea what even is happening but when the flutter of his heart slows down, when the feel on his lips dies down as you pull away.

"I-" your eyes widen as you realize what you just did and you shake your head "I didn't I- that sounded so good, I- couldn't I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to just ambush you like this- I didn't mean to do this- I-"

You start rambling, tears building up in your eyes before Steve brings his index finger placing it on your lips, effectively shutting you up. He moves a string of your hair behind your ear with his other hand and stares in your eyes with a passion, you feel he is directly looking at your soul.

“I need you to kiss me again but like you mean it this time” he says moving both his hands to behind your neck and pulling you close "I need to give you the reaction to this kiss like you deserve"

A tear falls down your left eye which he is quick to wipe away, you look into his eyes, so welcoming, passionate, waiting, giving you the chance to not mean it. To walk away now if you don't want this. But you are tired and this is all you have wanted. He was offering you everything you wanted and you take it. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips to yours.

The kiss is hungry, its passionate, its everything. He kisses you like there is no tomorrow, like this was the last thing he will ever do and he has to do it perfectly. His hands are everywhere and so are yours. You touch, you feel, you kiss and you lose yourself to him and him to you. Its a melody a song and dance routine with your bodies matching in step.

You feel him push to backwards before falling on the bed, him on top of you, making sure not to crush you under his weight, never stopping the kiss. If breathing wasn't necessary for you maybe he would not have let go but alas it was and you needed to breath and so he pulls away, not stopping his en devour of your body, moving to places kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, your collar bone, behind your ear and after being sure you're all caught up on breath he takes over your lips again. Its just kissing, a heavy makeout session but by the time you're both finished, your breaths are shallow, and bodies are tired and in need of more.

Steve never breaks eye contact after he pulls away, smiling and tucking at strand of your hair that has fallen to your cheek behind your ear. After what feels like a moment he whispers in your ear

"Is that a yes to that date"

A laugh escapes your lips before you can help it and you slap his shoulder making him loose balance and almost fall down on you but he manages to get control

"No" you shake your head playfully and he narrows his eyes at you

"Seems like you need more convincing then"

You wink at him with a wicked smile

"Maybe" but before he can dive in to capture your lips again you hold up your palm in front of his face which he promptly kisses, pushing it away to reach your lips around it. You giggle and shake your head "wait hold up, I have something to say"

"Say it fast I don't think I can stop kissing you now that I know how it feels"

Your heart flutters at that but with a quick shake of head to bring yourself back.

"This does not mean I agree to be your wife for the rest of your life"

He gives you a sad smile at that nodding his "I know" he moves a string of your hair that had come to your cheeks behind your ear "I gotta woe you" A cheeky smile "And trust me I'm all prepared to spoil you with my love".

And this time you don't stop him as he dives in for a long, very long makeout session and maybe something more.

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The moon shines through the open window complete in its half crescent glory. The stars barely visible in your New Your city suburban Avengers compound. The room is lit with candles and the table is set with all his favorite dishes.

Steve has no idea of the surprise that was waiting for him. He had kept good on his promise of loving you, of dating you before you have to live as a married couple.

One month in he had looked at you as you entered the communal kitchen, placed a kiss on his sweat soared cheeks from his workout, gagged and imitated puking before sitting besides him and stealing his pancakes. He had watched you as you ate from his plate before nudging him and telling him to think of it as his own food and eat with you.

After giving you a deep kiss and departing towards his room to take a bath, he had turned to Bucky and told him he was done. You were the one. Earning a gleeful laugh and pat of the back from his best friend.

Two months in he had bought the ring with the help of all the avengers because when he told Bucky he had to tell Sam too and Bucky can't hide anything from Nat and if Nat knows so should Wanda and Tony knows all about the best jewelry shops and prices and so on so forth everyone was involved.

There was a solo mission organised for you, a crappy stake out because no one wanted to miss the ring choosing part by volunteering to distract you. Even though Steve tried his hardest to tell them that is the only reason they were told. He seemed to have reached deaf ears.

Different jewelers from all around the world signed an NDA and flooded the compound to be the seller of THE RING. None worked and at the end Steve drew a sketch of what he wanted and presented it to the old lady that owned the store near his house in Brooklyn. The ring was perfect.

Four months in he asked you to move in with him and four and a half month in you said yes.

Five months in you were living in the house Steve had built just for the two of you in the Avengers compound. Because no matter how much he wanted a place just for the two of you, he couldn't compromise your safety and Avengers Compound was the safest it can get. Plus he was not sure you could live much far away from the idiots you called family.

Six months in he got the courage to propose and six months in you told him with tears in your eyes you were not ready yet. Six months in he had held you and told you he would wait as long as it took

Seven months in and he had asked if he could call you his wife almost thrice every week. It were little moments where he would remind you he was all in. Where he would talk about wedding cakes if you wanted a ceremony even though you won't have to.

Sly glances at a specific finger on your left hand, bare and manicured when you complained to Nat on the phone about the guy at the bar who couldn't take a hint.

He was ready for joint accounts and had even talked with his bank on giving you access to all his money. A life insurance was set up with you as the nominee because he knew how unpredictable life could get and he wanted you taken care of if something were to happen.

Bucky called him Idiot in love, Wanda said it was sweet, Sam just laughed and muttered something about him being a goner and Nat just shaked her head in amusement.

Eight months in and you knew you were ready. Having gotten every Avenger in on your plan. Because if you tell Wanda, Natasha has to be told too and Nat can't hide anything from Bucky and if Bucky knows Sam has to know too and Tony knows all the people that can help set you up the place and so on so forth every Avenger was involved, giving you their verbal promises not be too nosy. Promises they broke obviously except Sam who had crossed his fingers behind his back so his promise doesn't count.

Nine months in and that is how Steve was greeted when he entered the house he shared with you. The smell of roses and the distant one of steak. The living room lit with candles and you, his girl standing in the living room dressed like the fairies his ma told him were the creation that god delicately put together himself. His girl smiling at him and melting his heart with her eyes.

She motions for him to come to her and his legs take a course without his consent.

She is in his arms in a second and kissing his lips the next one. The moment is beautiful, its quiet, its everything and when they break off he looks at her questioningly.

"Whats all this?" He asks looking around the entire room, his eyes lands on the table set up for two with a candle in the middle and all his favorite dishes spread around the table "Wow all this for me? Is today something special, am I forgetting something?"

Still looking at the flowers and romantic decor of the room, he misses the uncertainty and fear in your eyes as you try to calm your running heart to a reasonable pace.

And thus when he turns to look at her, the exact moment a tear falls down her eyes he quickly runs to her trying to take her in his arms but she resists move a hand in front of her to stop him

"Y/n whats going on" He looks at you in fear now "did I do something wrong? Are you leaving me and all this is you make me feel better, because I can improve, tell me what I did wrong, I will fix it -I-"

A little laugh out of your lips stops him in his ramble and ge looks at you with knitted eyebrows, confusion all over his face

You sigh, moving towards him and taking his hands in your own "Steven Grant Rogers I don't believe in happily ever afters and forever, I never believed in consuming, encompassing love , I used to laugh at the couples on TV that promised each other infinity because I never understood that. I have tried to find reason for love, reason to love someone so much that they are all you want, to promise an eternity because you want one with them. But today here I am and I have no idea why I love you this much. No reason. But I still love you and I do want to promise you an eternity"

His eyes shine in synchronicity with yours as a single tear falls down your left eye. He brings his hand to your cheek and wipes it away and you smile at him before moving to get down on your knee and suddenly he realizes what is happening and he catches hold of your shoulders forcing you to keep standing. He holds up a finger in front of you, a huge smile gracing his lips

"Hold on just a minute" he runs away in the direction of the bedroom.

You look at him with wide eyes, shocked for a moment before deciding to follow him. This is what you get after your entire heart felt speech? Is it payback for the time you said no?

Steve is frantically searching through the drawers of his night stand, closet, the pockets of his pant and coats, throwing everything around in search

"Where is it!" He huffs angrily while throwing all his clothes around the room. One article of said clothes flies away and hits you right on the face. You throw it away, rolling your eyes

"Steve?"

"A minute" he doesn't look up

"Steve"

"I need to find it, where is it?" Steve keeps searching, your entire room is a mess of clothes and books and how many glasses do you guys even own?

"Steve you won't find the rings" He stops at that and looks at you, eyebrows furrowed

"What do you mean?"

"You won't find the rings because I'm wearing them" you move your left hand in front of him so that he can have a look at your ring finger. The diamond shines of on finger matching the shine of both your eyes.

"Now can I finish"

He nods never taking his glistening eyes off the ring on your finger as he moves to sit on the bed.

You move closer to him and sit on the floor in front of the bed taking hold of his hands in both of yours.

"What I'm trying to say is that you have been my Prince, even though I never wanted one, you ambushed my heart and now I want to be your wife" you move to sit up a bit as you look at him "So Steve my handsome hero can I please call you my husband from this day forth? Seeing as we already did get married?"

A smile so wide, you are sure his cheeks must be hurting graces his lips and he nods his head, seemingly lost on words.

"You move his hand in between the both of you and look down on it, before digging in the pocket of your dress (yup your dress had pockets, one of the many reasons you bought it) and producing a silver wedding band you had bought for him

"May I?" You motion towards his ring finger

He shakes his head pulling his hand back and you look at him in confusion. He just smiles and produces the other hand

"That was the right one, here"

You smile at him shaking your head and placing the ring on his finger before he takes your hand and pulls the rings off your finger and smiles at your knitted brows

"Its my right to put these on your finger, you can't take it away from me"

You laugh at that and eagerly give your hand to him, on which he places both the engagement and wedding rings, holding it out for himself to look at and smiling, as a tear rolls down his eye.

You move your hand to wipe it away and he catches it to place a soft kiss on your rings.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

You both move towards each other, you lips mere inches apart when a voice calls out

"You may kiss the bride"

And kiss the bride he does not, instead jumping on in full action mode, moving you behind him from any unwanted threat. You are started too, looking around and moving your hand under the bed to pull out your gun before you realize who the voice belongs to and roll your eyes

"Steve its fine" He sigh irritably "Its just-"

"Me!" Clint jumps out of the AC vent with some of the Avengers following while the others come out of other different locations around your house

Steve shakes his head, clearly annoyed as he looks the the offenders

"What the hell is wrong with you guys" He asks exasperatedly, moving his hands through his hair

"What you though we would miss this after years of pinning?" Bucky asks, putting his arm around Natasha who just smiles at you. None looking even a little bit guilty.

"Yes" you sigh "You said you won't be nosy"

"Its not nosy when it comes to both of your love life" Sam says and the others nod their heads

"It is-" Steve starts to speak before sighing and shaking his head "You know what yes. And now that you have seen all you have to, you can leave"

He starts pushing everyone out. And you let out a little laugh as they argue back

"Hey I thought we were going to celebrate" Tony looks around the room “I got champagne and stuff”

"We will celebrate after I have celebrated with my wife" Steve tries hard to send them away "I need to celebrate with just her first okay"

"What no wait a minute-" Bucky starts to say but its Natasha that interrupts him

"Hey Buck lets just leave them" she says and before her husband can protest any further she adds, patting her hand on his chest and winking in your direction with a smirk "let then have this time to themselves and make our godchild"

A collective groan burst out in the room while you glare daggers at your smirking now ex best friend

"I wish I could unhear that" Tony sighs moving out of the room and towards the main entrance "okay fine but you're throwing us that wedding party Rogers"

Steve nods, eager to send them all away, his face still red with remnants of the blush Nat's comment caused

"Yeah, Your drunk wedding took away my best man opportunity" Bucky crosses his arms

"Who said you were gonna be best man" Sam asks pushing Bucky on the shoulder

Bucky straightens his body, puffing out his chest and coming close to Sam

"Oh but I am gonna be" Sam moves closer glaring daggers at Bucky and before you or anybody else could resolve their fight Steve speaks up

"Fight it out outside" he says pushing both of them out "tell me who won"

You look at him with amusement as Nat whispers "Someone's eager" in your ear, patting your shoulder, moving out towards the other Avengers, breaking the fight between her husband and his frenemy.

You look to see what happens before Steve quickly closes the door double locking just to be sure and then turns at you, a simple smile on his face. You smile back

"Now where were we?" He moves closer, taking you into his arms

"I think we were gonna kiss" you hit his nose with your finger

"Oh yeah I was gonna kiss my bride" he pulls you close so that you wrap your legs around his waist, perfectly eye to eye with him now.

You nod, pulling your lips in a straight line

"Before those guys-" you start to say but Steve puts a finger on your lips, effectively stopping you from speaking any further

"Don't" he shakes his head "Don't talk about those idiots"

"Okay" you smile at him, waiting for him to make a move

"May I kiss my bride?" He then asks you, with passion in his eyes

"You may kiss your bride" you say and just as he moves to pull you in for a kiss you whisper "Husband"

He stops smiling at you before pulling your legs off from around his waist and putting you down.

"I will my Wife" he whispers his eyes shades darker, dipping you down, his hands on your waist and the back on your head, he takes your lips in a passionate kiss.

----------- The end ----------

So I was gonna add a little epilogue at the end but this one got too long so I think I would post it separately. Thank you for reading!

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mischief-over-matter · 4 years

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Binary | Part I

Gravity is an inescapable force, even within the darkest corners of the universe. It's only a matter of time before something collides.

EMERGENCY STARTUP INITIALIZING

BOOTING...

BOOTING...[SUCCESS]

BIOS Configuration: [SUCCESS]

Loading OS...

CPU Check: [SUCCESS]

API Check: [SUCCESS]

Memory Banks: [OK]

AI Application: [OK]

Internal Software: [OK]

Anatomical Components: [OK]

Finalizing...

EMERGENCY STARTUP COMPLETE

INITIALIZING USER INTERFACE

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For someone in a quite literal life-or-death situation, you were taking the news of your possible demise rather well. Perhaps that doesn't say much for someone in your line of work. Space exploration was a risky business, and coming home was not always guaranteed. Most, if not all who worked for the Federal Alliance of Astronomic Exploration knew that possibility before they signed on the dotted line.

You didn't expect it would be on your first solo mission, though.

In hindsight, your day seemed a little bit too perfect leading up to this mess, and maybe your cynical subconscious was expecting this pivotal point where everything goes south. Regardless, you weren't one to sit by while cursing your misfortune. And overall, it could be even worse. At least the life support was still functioning.

Oh, how you wished there was wood somewhere on the ship.

Standard protocol demands that regardless of the severity of the crisis, the ship's captain - in your case, yourself - was to immediately activate the emergency beacon and contact mission control. Step one was already a fail. According to the diagnostic scans, communications, navigation, and the engines were severely damaged and would take hours or even days for the self-repair bots to make any sort of significant progress. So, channeling in your former academy student self, you skipped right on to Plan B.

"Greetings, Lieutenant."

Or rather, Plan B skipped right on to you.

You nearly jumped out of your chair but managed to only give a startled gasp. Wheeling around, you came face to face with Plan B. For a glorified chunk of metal, it sure did move quietly.

"Are you alright?" said chunk of metal asked with a surprising amount of realism to his...its tone. "I detected a sudden increase in your heart rate. Are you in need of medical attention?"

You stared, temporarily taken aback by its sudden appearance. Sure, you were briefed on the purpose of the Auxiliary Crisis Sensory Emulating Learner, or ACSEL for short, but seeing one activated was an entirely new experience. The almost lifelike expression was truly something to behold, and you really ought to give a shout-out to the techs back home who made this happen. If you made it home...

Which led back to the matter at hand.

"No, I'm okay. You just surprised me, that's all," you sighed. "I didn't receive a notification that you were activated."

The ACSEL unit tilted its head and narrowed its eyes as if contemplating. It really was going to take some time getting used to those mannerisms on an android. "Perhaps there is an error in the ship's software?" It lightly smiled while extending its right hand towards you. "The CS Zenith is equipped with self-diagnostics and repair, yes? If I may, I would like to run an additional test. Permission to proceed, Lieutenant?"

You blinked, finally breaking yourself away from your thoughts to fall back into professionalism. Standing up and squaring your shoulders, you firmly shook his - its hand. To your ever-growing surprise, it was warm and smooth, yet undeniably solid. Almost like silicone.

"Granted," you replied before stepping to the side. It easily slid into the pilot's chair and instantly brought up the ship's readings. Nothing had changed. You watched in silent fascination while the android worked the dashboard as if it had years of experience under its belt. But your curiosity returned, and you found yourself wondering just how long it took to make something as complex as the ACSEL unit. Its designer obviously modeled it off of human anatomy, not too dissimilar to a store mannequin. The white exterior was a stark contrast to the muted colors of the cockpit. Gray lines decorated its body, allowing seamless, free-range movement that added to the realism. Give it a wig, slap some clothes on it, hide the port at the base of its head and you could definitely see someone mistaking the machine for a human. It even imitated a non-robotic masculine timbre almost perfectly.

The most intriguing thing about it though was the eyes. Glowing, electric blue eyes.

"Lieutenant?"

"Yes?"

"While my system processes the damages, would you like to begin personalization?"

You raised a brow. "What for? I had thought you would be outfitted with knowledge about my basic information once you were activated?"

The android flicked a switch on the dashboard, allowing a port to be exposed before inserting its index finger. In any other situation, it would have been comical, but you surmised that this was a part of the machine's processing. "And you would be correct. However, I am referring to myself. One of my functions is personalization to assist with lessening the emotional and psychological impact that an emergency could have. Once I have established that the current environment is stable enough for such, of course," it explained before pausing. "In short, it is to make you feel more comfortable."

"Right..." you trailed off, idly scratching your cheek.

"The process is completely optional if you are satisfied with my default settings," it added gently. " I do not wish to provide you with unnecessary stress."

Chuckling, you waved him - it off dismissively. "It's not that. I just...never mind. How about starting with what I should address you as?"

It gave you a side glance, lips turned upwards once more. "I respond to my model and serial number, A.C.S.E.L. 749710145-121111117-110-103, but due to its length I can be assigned a temporary moniker of your choosing until I undergo a factory reset."

You were sorely tempted to name it something utterly ridiculous. You could almost feel the disapproval from your superior officer at the mere thought of it.

"If it aids you at all, the engineers had named me Blue during my trial period," it offered.

How innovative.

"Blue works," you said at last, much to the android's delight. Could it even feel such a thing? It certainly seemed so as you watch its smile turn into a wide grin and the blue irises rotated in recognition. Nevertheless, you returned the smile albeit hesitantly. "Status update."

"Ah...my systems have confirmed the Zenith has experienced internal engine failure, significant damage to the transmitter and faulty wiring to the navigation. Causes are inconclusive. Hull integrity and life support are operating at 100% efficiency. The estimated time of repair is between 96 and 125 hours."

You relaxed ever-so-slightly. A week wouldn't make much of an impact on your scheduled three-month journey to Alpha Centauri's space outpost. And with the beacon activated, your chances of getting out of here unscathed are highly in your favor. "Noted. Then proceed as needed. I'm going to check on the cargo," you stated.

"No need, Lieutenant," Blue assured while standing. It approached you before clasping its hands behind its back. "I will take that responsibility while you rest. You have been showing signs of minor sleep deprivation in addition to a decrease in your epinephrine levels."

Perplexed, you crossed your arms, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness. "You can gauge my adrenaline? How?"

Maybe you said that a bit too forcefully because Blue actually flinched, as if surprised at your tone. Never in your life did you think you would feel regret for snapping at a machine. You must really be more exhausted than you thought.

"Not through nefarious means, I promise," he - it faltered. "My optic sensors can detect even the subtlest of movements. I...I noticed your body language gradually became more relaxed and your heart rate slowed. My intention was not to cause you distress, Lieutenant. I apologize."

Jesus Christ, you genuinely felt bad now.

"Uh, don't be. I should be apologizing. Getting snippy with you was highly unprofessional," you murmured wearily. Rubbing your left temple, you glanced up to see him observing you with an open stare. Looking closely, you could see his irises whirling. Processing information, perhaps? "Blue?"

It blinked and smiled as if amused. "Apologizing to a machine is unnecessary. I do not feel offended. Though I suppose the gesture is an indication of your good nature, so I thank you."

"You're...welcome?" That's enough weirdness for one day, you thought to yourself. "I will go take my leave then if you don't need me for anything else."

"Not at all, Lieutenant. Please sleep well."

"You too." Biting your tongue, you inwardly cringed at your automatic response. "I mean-"

Blue laughed, apparently unfazed by your slip up. "I shall, thank you."

As you departed from the cockpit, you rubbed the heel of your palm against your right eye. It was the strangest thing; talking to a machine that seemed so human. The FAAE had an abundance of the latest technology, including interactive AI programs. But Blue was the most advanced piece of work you had ever interacted with. It was almost jarring.

The walk back to your quarters was a short one, as the Zenith was one of the smaller cargo ships. Your room lacked any personal items and only housed the bare necessities such as a bed, closet, a small desk, and bathroom. The lights flickered on and the door hissed shut, leaving you to bask in privacy. Eyelids heavy, you decided to shower in the morning. A casual glance at your holopad showed the time back home: 8:47 A.M.

Make that in the evening.

Zipping down your flight suit, you tossed it on the chair before rummaging your closet for a shirt and sweatpants. "Computer. Set an alarm for 4:00 P.M."

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The cockpit was relatively silent, save for the gentle hum of the reactor core only Blue could hear. Most of the overhead lights had been dimmed, indicating that the Lieutenant had gone to sleep. The android remained in the chair, perfectly still for 72.8 seconds before closing its eyes.

"ACSEL Unit reporting to Professor Thorne. Do you copy?"

Static feedback permeated its receptors. It felt its nonexistent brow crease in concentration. A few moments passed until it could faintly hear a reply.

"Proceed," was the garbled response.

"Preparing to upload visual and audio recordings as well as acquired data to the server...now." The surge of data left its system almost instantaneously, even from such a distance.

Thorne gave a pleased hum. "Continue your directive and ensure the subject remains incognizant until your arrival. Understood?" they emphasized.

"Yes, Professor."

The connection abruptly ended and Blue rapidly blinked back into focus.

Only the sight of stars and the vastness of space greeted the android. Tilting its head to the side, Blue zoomed in as much as his optics would allow on a particular star. The celestial body remained as but a speck of light to its viewpoints. These rare moments of free agency were captivating, and although it could merely emulate emotion, Blue's receptors always reacted positively. It struggled to understand why the professor always voiced against it. No matter. Such a variable was not programmed within its systems to be of concern. Even so, it remained enamored by the dangerous amalgamations of hydrogen and helium that roamed the universe.

"아름다운..." Blue whispered, unaware that it had spoken at all.

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wowzers-howzers · 5 years

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Cursed Fanfic

They did surgery on a grape Cioccolata x reader

"Nurse, what's the schedule for today?" Cioccolata snapped his latex gloves on. Secco hummed happily in the corner, adjusting his camcorder and checking it had enough memory for another operation.

"Uuuuhhhhh...a grape?" (R/N) rechecks their chart. "Is this for real?"

"Ok! I'll just need to make smaller incisions. Wouldn't want the grape getting disemboweled too soon," the surgeon winked, as if he had just made a flirty comment at you.

“Um ok? I’m confused as to what we are even doing still...” (R/N) trails off. Cioccolata smirks and rubs your head.

“You’re not here to know things! So don’t worry! Just be a good (boy/girl) and hand me the utensils I ask for,” the green-haired doctor spins around with a flourish. “Now let’s get started. Secco, film this well and I will reward you with three sugar cubes.”

Secco squealed in pleasure. THREE WHOLE SUGAR CUBES!

“And you,” Cioccolata eyes you hungrily, “can also have a sweet treat.”

You shudder. He’s probably only thinking about what you would look like back up on this very same table.

You finally approach the operating table. The surgical light beams harshly down at the cold steel surface. On the table, a lonesome grape sits in the middle. Secco holds his camera and eagerly awaits the first incision.

“To start, I will need a scalpel. Nurse?” Cioccolata reaches his hand out towards you. You place the requested item in his waiting hand.

“Thank you,” he looks back down. He approaches the grape with surgical (HA!) precision and slowly slices through the outer layer of the fruit. The mushy grape meat glistens under the bright light. You catch the gleam of pleasure in Cioccolata’s green eyes.

The doctor reaches a gloved finger down and lightly smushes the grape. It squelches and you hear Secco zoom in with his camera.

“Did you get that noise? That better be in the video or no sugar cubes!” Cioccolata glares at his filming assistant. Secco nods quickly and whimpers quietly at the threat. Still confused as to what is happening, you just stare at the now smushed grape.

“Now we will peel back the skin to get a better view,” he continues. He uses both hands to slowly peel the skin off of the grape. “Notice that the inside is a completely different color than the outside. Fascinating!” His cheeks lift up. If he wasn’t wearing a surgical mask, you are sure he’d be smiling.

“I thought that was common knowledge,” you question. Cioccolata whips his head around to glare at you. You shrink back in fear and throw your hands up in defeat. Cioccolata returns his attention to the grape.

“This is the most important part. Secco, it’s very important that you capture this!”

Secco lees closer with his camera. Cioccolata let’s out a crazed laugh and slams his hand down, smashing the grape, and making a large metallic clang as his fist meets the table.

Your eyes widen from the display and you stare at the pulpy mess. Cioccolata’s laugh trails off and he looks to you. His eyes are clouded with lust. He gets hard for grape smashing? You are even more confused on his motivations than you already were.

“Now to finish up.”

Cioccolata throws the grape skin and bits into a red biohazard bag and removes his latex gloves. He waits for you to follow suit. Secco has already stoped filming and is checking his footage to make sure he got everything. Cioccolata moves to the sink in the corner to wash his hands and motions for you to join him. You slowly approach after removing and tossing your gloves.

Once you are next to him, he leans over and you feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear.

“You know, amore, I’m really in the mood to explore your insides,” the man watches for your reaction. You blush and stutter out some response as you wash your hands.

“You’re my favorite pet, but don’t tell Secco,” he whispers far too close for comfort again. “Meet me in my room in five minutes,” he instructs. You nod sheepishly. On his way out, he tosses three sugar cubes at Secco, who quickly catches all three in his gaping maw. You will never understand how he is able to do that, and frankly it is kinda terrifying.

As Secco crunches, you quietly make your leave and head upstairs. You feel an apprehensive excitement for what awaits you up the stairs and past the door. You also take this time to process what just happened. They did surgery on a grape.

Your footsteps echo on the wooden staircase. As you climb, the grape surgery replays in your mind over and over. One specific thing about it in particular stands out. Cioccolata was especially excited and you really weren’t sure why. Of course you knew about his odd tendencies and interests but this was new to you. Grape surgery. Is that a kink?

You swing open the door at the top of the stairs and continue onwards down the hallway until you reach a black door. You knock twice and hear a muffled “come in.”

Closing the door behind you, you turn to see Cioccolata sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for you with his coat and pants already removed. This isn’t the first time he has invited you to some “private play” in his room before, but it feels different this time; more primal.

Upon your entrance, Cioccolata springs up off the bed and envelopes his arms around you. As he hugs you close to him, he pulls your shirt off over your head.

His room was kept at a cold temperature usually, so your nipples were already erect. The doctor pulled away from the hugs and stared you down. You felt like shrinking away from his gaze but you knew you would be reprimanded if you did. He licked his lips hungrily.

“You look sweeter than any grape could ever hope to be,” he looked you in the eyes before groping your chest. You moaned as his hands roughly twisted your nipples. A heat started between your legs, and you were excited. Cioccolata, for how weird he is, you had to give the man credit for knowing how to pleasure your body. You chalked it up to him having an intimate knowledge of human anatomy, including the erogenous zones.

You felt him hardening inside his thong, so after he leaned his head down to lick one of your nipples, you reached your hand down to cup him. He let out an animalistic growl against you and the vibrations added a new level of pleasure to the sensations he was giving you.

As you moaned, Cioccolata continued his ministrations against your chest, lightly biting and tugging against you. His unoccupied hand reached down to your waist band and he expertly slid them from off of your hips.

He broke off from your chest with a pop and you felt extremely cold from the lack of contact. Before you could whine, he met your eyes, “I’m sure you taste sweeter than a grape too.”

Cioccolata picked you up by your hips and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to maintain balance. He slammed you down onto his plush bed.

You gasp as he moves his body down and roughly grasps your thighs. Before you can press your thighs together, he uses his hands to separate them forcibly, keeping his hands on your legs to keep them spread.

“No underwear? How naughty of you, kitten.” You whimper at the lust lacing his voice. His eyes are half lidded and you shudder at the feeling of him staring at your sex.

“Please,” you put a hand on the back of his head. He smirks up at you.

“Since you asked so nicely, uva,” he purrs. Cioccolata bows his head and slides his hands down your thighs to spread your ass.

He licks a long stripe up your sex and moans onto you. You gasp and sigh from the sensation of his warm tongue on your swollen parts. “Cio~,” you mewl. He squeezes your ass, leaving nail marks for sure.

You pull at his hair and yank when he hits particular spots with his mouth. You’re shocked that he’s being this gentle and loving with you. He usually takes what he wants and leaves you hanging, but something has sparked in him that has him yearning for more. You definitely aren’t complaining as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

He must know you’re close from your increased moans and jerks because he pulls away from between your legs licking his lips. His face is wet with saliva and your own secretions and he seems to be enjoying every bit of it.

Despite just eating a full meal, he looks at you with increased hunger in his eyes. He sits back on his legs in front of you, still looming over you. Your eyes trail down his body, landing on the green fuzz just above the black of his thong. His dick has pushed out of the thing awkwardly, so you reach forward to grab him and fix it. Cioccolata gets the message and quickly slides his thong down and kicks it somewhere in the room.

Fully uncovered, he laughs at you unabashedly looking him up and down.

“Like what you see?”

Nodding eagerly, you lean forward and take him in your hands. He lets out a hiss and leans his head back as you pump him slowly. He is average length but very girthy, so one hand isn’t enough.

His hands grasp your head, fingers slipping through your hair and grabbing.

“I’d love to do this another time, but there’s something I’d enjoy even more, uva,” he leans your head up to look at your face.

You feel paralyzed, but in a good way. Looking up into his green eyes, you feel comforted in a way you’ve never felt around this doctor before. Although he looks down intimidatingly, you get the sense that nothing could distract him from this pleasure right now, not even the urge to inflict pain and despair.

His face softens as he leans down on the bed with you. One hand rests by your shoulder, propping himself up, while the other firmly holds your hip in place. His grip is bruising but nothing you can’t handle, certainly not the worst he’s done. Again, this isn’t your first rodeo, just the easiest one.

Lining himself up, you feel his firmness prod between your thighs. His saliva from early thoroughly lubed you, and he slides into you with little resistance. You moan loudly as you feel him fill you to the brim. He shuts his eyes and bites his lip as he bottoms out in you.

“Cio please,” you moan his name and scratch his back.

“Cazzo,” he groans as he rocks his hips against yours. The friction burns in the best way possible and the coil in your stomach tightens again.

Picking up speed, he moans more and more as you clench around him. You wrap your arms around him and hold him against you as he fucks you. He uses the hand that held your hips to squeeze your upper body closer to yours. The new angle has you gasping as his body rubs against yours.

Hearing you, he speeds his thrusts up and your vision blacks out as you see stars, the force of your orgasm forcing you to arch into him.

“Sei la mia uza. Sto venendo!” Cioccolata growls out. His head burrows against your neck and he bites down as his hips stutter. You feel his teeth puncture your skin and draw blood, but at this point you don’t care. His nails scratch down your back as he rides his orgasm out in you.

Your chest still heaving, you drop your arms back at your side. He slides out of you and rolls next to your body. Both of you are covered in sweat and panting, but neither of you make a move to get up to clean off. You are vaguely aware of his intense green eyes staring down the side of your face as he holds you in his arms. Surprising, usually he immediately kicks you out of his room when he’s done with you.

His hand makes lazy patterns against your body and he hums in content.

“Something about that grape, it’s juiciness, made me need you. You’ll get a good reward for this, I promise,” he pushes his lips against you in an out-of-character act of passion. Honestly, you don’t mind this side of him and you wouldn’t be opposed to watching him operate on grapes again if it meant you got this treatment afterwards.

You smile sweetly against his lips. They did surgery on a grape.

Next part is https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185760174706/secco-x-reader-cursed-fanfic

Third part is https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185874753151/continuation-of-secco-x-reader

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ladykateofledfordpark · 5 years

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His Fault

This fic is inspired by day 21 of the Choices July Challenge hosted by the amazing @kinda-iconic under the profile @choicesjulychallenge!

So I know basically everyone wanted some angst after MC's death last chapter, so for the Hardships prompt I figured I might as well write it. XD

This mainly puts light on the Nik x MC pairing but you see all the LIs' reactions.

Dedicated to @itsbrindleybinch who helped me so much in this fic! And my queen of angst, @mariaoz! You two are the best! ❤

Tagging also my amazing friends @jlpplays1 @lady-kato and @desiree-0816!

Day 21: Hardships

Pairing: All, but mainly Nik x MC

Notes: F!MC (Alex)

Warnings:

ANGST

PG-16: Not very-nice descriptions of violence (cause I doubt the Thomaswraith killed MC in a very nice way)

Mentions of depression and a bit of suicidality

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Nik drifted in and out of consciousness as the screams continued. A horde of people passed by him, and he could vaguely feel the fear seizing their hearts. His body may have needed the rest, but he couldn't give in.

He had to do something.

He forced his eyes open. Everything was a mess: the floats were torn to shreds, different presents lay on the ground, and between them all lay Cal, Katherine and Vera.

The crowds were now gone, leaving the place more haunted than ever. The Thomas-bloodwraith mutant was no longer in sight, as if he was just a dream. Of course, it would've been better if that was the case, but Nik learned long ago that you can't get everything in life.

He forced himself up. His legs wobbled and he desperately held on to the wall before scouring the area. Trampled bodies lay on the ground, some of them groaning while the others were motionless. There were a few trails of blood leading who knows where, but none looked too serious. The sight wasn’t pretty, of course, but Nik had a job to do.

Alex.

He froze. Last time he saw her, Alex was trying her best to fend off a bloodthirsty mutant. Where was she now? Could she still be alive?

"Rook?" Nik scanned the wreckage, his senses hyper sharp.

He couldn't be too careful. Thomas may have gone, but the monster could still be lingering, searching for more victims.

Maybe this time Thomas could finally attack the darn Lady Smoke. The world would be better off without her, anyway.

"Alex?" His voice echoed through the empty alley.

Nik swallowed as an awful sense of foreboding overtook him. He was just joking about the bloodwraith. The best case scenario would be to see its dead body, though he had no idea how its corpse would look. If the Thomas-bloodwraith was truly dead, that meant Alex was alive.

And he needed her to be alive.

"Alex, where are you?"

He scanned the floor, and froze when he saw a strand of silver hair. It was always possible for it to belong to another woman lying on the floor, but he needed to make sure.

Nik swallowed before his gaze turned to her hair. Silver, and more silver, before… it… gradually… turned… to… black.

Alex.

He ran to her, his heart beating in its own desperate cries. No, no, no. She couldn't-

He froze when he was close enough to see her. A large hole filled her chest, showing different pieces of human anatomy you should only see in Science class They were all a mess, as if someone blended them together, but one thing was missing. Alex’s heart was gone, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of pain. Her eyes were wide like a tortured soul just begging to be let go.

For a moment, he remembered the weak gurgling sound he heard before. Then Nik dismissed it, but seeing Alex now… he wasn't sure he wanted to know how she died.

Nik fell to his knees, a sharp cry of anguish forcing its way through him. She was dead. Just like his parents, Elijah and Taylor…

How many could he lose?

Something, some strange need he couldn’t quite place, made him take Alex in his arms. She was cold, so cold, like death and evil and hatred. Like a different world entirely.

Nik gently brushed a loose hair out of her face, as if that could make up for what he did.

Why, oh why, did he push her away?

Memories rushed through him. They were beautiful small moments, like scattered snow over a hilltop. He saw himself sitting with Alex, telling her everything about his past: his family, Taylor. Alex heard it all, yet didn’t leave. She stayed by him, instead of shying away from the Thrice-Cursed Son.

Thrice. Three times. His parents. Elijah. Alex.

Three times he lost the most important people in his world.

How could he fail each and every one of them?

Nik let out a choked sob. He gently took hold of Alex's hand, as if it was his last thread to her. "Alex…"

Quiet. Quiet of the dead. Of Alex.

How could someone as beautiful as her just be… gone?

"Alex," he tried again, "I'm sorry. I never should have-"

Nik choked. He remembered Alex's desperate plea as he said his parting words. The "I love you!" she cried, the words he so coolly regarded.

If only he would have let her know, in those few moments, that he felt the same. Somehow, she became the best part of his empty life, her smile as beautiful as the magic of her kisses. He loved her. For how long, he didn’t know. Maybe ever since she ran off to Vera, and he was driven insane with worry. Maybe ever since they visited the wolf pack, and he took her to one of his favorite childhood places. Maybe ever since she declared, at Lady Fate’s, that she was in love with someone there- making his heart pound so much stronger than before.

It didn’t matter. Nik loved her, and he never let her know.

"Alex, I'm so sorry. I never should have treated you the way I did, especially after everything we went through. I-" he swallowed, "I love you too."

It seemed almost stupid how he never told her the way he felt. Why did he think it was a good idea to ignore it? Sure, it would've made the upcoming goodbye harder on them both, but not saying it made everything so much worse.

Nik desperately gripped Alex's coldest hand, but it was like holding on to a drifting buoy. The cruel sea of depression overtook him, and he slowly lost himself in it.

Nik didn't know how long he stayed there. It felt like years, but even with all that time, he couldn't let go.

He knew this was all his fault.

There was a slight rustling sound from behind him before a warm hand lay on his shoulder. "Nik…"

"Katy, leave me alone." He brought Alex closer, as if his nearness could heal the wound inside her. "Alex is dead, and it's all my fault. I'm such a son of a-"

Katherine tightened her hold on him. "No, It's not your fault," Nik turned toward her. The heartbreak was all over her face, but somehow she held herself together. "We had no chance."

How was she doing so much better than him?

Nik knew she would never understand. But at least she was here.

"I promised her I'd die for her, and now…" Nik clenched a fist and furiously hit the stone floor, ignoring the sharp pain running through him. "I could've done more." Hatred burned in his blood, dark and cruel and powerful. "I should've taken that disk when that son of a…" he murmured under his breath, "died. If I did Alex would…"

Nik took hold of Alex's hand as he, once again, lost himself in his endless current of emotions. He hated this world, hated his life, hated everyone. He was going to kill Thomas if it was the last thing he would do.

A few weak voices were heard, and the sound of weak footsteps neared them. Nik heard a horrified gasp before a purple blur rushed to him. Vera lay her now-gloved hands on Alex, a cry escaping from her throat. "Alex, I'm so sorry. I should have-" She trailed off, tears filling her eyes. "I-"

Cal came out of the shadows. He once again was in his human form, making the anguish in his features so much clearer. "Alex…"

He walked so he fell to his knees beside Nik and Vera. His eyes darkened, as if all the troubles finally caught up to him. He touched Alex gently, as if she was just as beautiful as before.

She wasn't. And it was all because of Thomas.

Nik couldn't take it anymore. He carefully put Alex's lifeless body on the floor, before forcing himself up. One word burned in his eyes, igniting an explosive urge inside of him.

Revenge.

"It's time for Thomas to pay."

Katherine blocked his way, her shoulders slumped but worry filling her eyes. "Nik, you don't know what you're doing. Try to calm down. Maybe-"

He pushed her aside. "No, Thomas will pay. I'll make sure of that."

Vera wiped her tears, her voice weaker than ever before. "But it's a suicide mission!"

Nik shrugged. "So be it."

Cal frowned. "Are you sure? He will easily kill you."

Nik picked his bow, his eyes burning with something none of the others ever met. "Oh, trust me. I know. But I won't let him get away with what he did."

Now… revenge was all he left.

Nik checked he had all the necessary ammunition. None of the others said a word, which was for the best. He wouldn't have listened anyway.

"Tell Garrus, Krom and Ivy I said hi."

And then he walked into one of the empty alleys, his strides long and confident.

Time to get rid of Thomas once and for all.

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starlling-writes · 4 years

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Bewitching Monsters - Cursed Book

Series Rating: 18+ Chapter Contains: minor swearing, tentacle sex Pairing: f/tentacle BeMo Masterlist ☆ Writing Masterlist

**Alt Pronouns are used in this chapter. Please refer to the following guide.

Lybras asked me to help vir to sort a large shipment of books. A mansion out west was declared abandoned, so the local court went about repossessing everything on the land. Despite only have being sent a fraction of the collection so far, ve had a small archive’s worth of new books.

“Glad I brought caffeine and snacks,” I chortled when I saw all the stacks.

“Handle only what you feel to,” ve dismissed. “I already expect to spend weeks on this.”

“So you get to keep all these books?”

Ve glanced up from vis notes to glare a warning at me. “Depends on what we find. But yes; most will be staying here.” Typical dragon hoarding a trove. Ve gestured to a stack and said, “Start there. Be careful though. Some of the books are spelled.”

“Spelled?” There were a number of reasons to spell a book. If it were to keep unwanted readers at bay, though, the trouble would be the level of security they had. I was reluctant to find that answer. “How so?”

“They didn’t elaborate,” ve grumbled. Figures. Why would the court make our job easier?

For hours it was just mundane filing. It was easy yet numbing to fall into a rhythm. Which was why I jumped and yelped when Lybras suddenly yelled. I looked over and saw vis hand encompassed in flames. White, magical flames.

I cursed and ran to vis side. I cast the counter spell but instead of putting it out, it made the fire jump to me. Cursing, I fell on my ass as I panicked. This wasn’t basic magical fire. Trick fire then? Maybe. I didn’t have too much time to think about it as it was quickly spreading up my sleeves—I really liked this sweater too. I squeezed my eyes shut focused. It wasn’t a standard spell so my usual counter spells wouldn’t work. It leapt to me when I tried dispelling it, so it had to have some type of reflection element in it. Dammit! Who the hell cast such a complicated fire spell on a book?

Suddenly the fire was gone. Well, technically it was no longer eating away at my sweater and now attacking a poor potted plant Lybras was holding a safe distance away.

“The hell?”

“The fire jumps to the last living thing to touch the book. Your foot hit it when you came to my aid.”

“It burns the last—how the fuck did they even manage to send it here?” I grumbled as I picked at my burnt sleeves. I guess I should be glad my skin wasn’t burned.

“I’ll add it to the dues.”

I crossed my arms and looked around, scrutinizing the remaining books. “I’m going to hunt down more of the spelled tomes. The fewer outfits that end up ruined, the better.”

Ve grumbled, not caring either way. I took off one of my rings and a chord bracelet so I could craft a makeshift pendulum. A quick enchantment later and I could easily sort out the mundane from the magical.

I claimed three of the reading tables and labeled them Magical Untested, Magical Benign, and Magical Dangerous respectively. With a simple cantrip, I floated the fiery book onto the danger table. One hour and thousands of books later, I had found all the spelled books. There were more than I expected, but I was ready for the task.

I drew up some talismans to test for any other bio-reactive books. One turned the paper to stone, another into a leaf, and a third set he paper on fire via lightning. Two books ate the talismans—though one was actually a young mimic. Lybras contacted the Humility Society while I persuaded the little devil into making a bed out of scrap paper and napping.

As for the harmless books, there were a lot that were simply password protected—from what I could gauge. A blank book would fill with lies if you gave it a drop of your blood. One would play out vivid daydreams when you opened it. It was tempting to test it thoroughly. However, getting hot and bothered would be so inappropriate right now.

Thankfully, most of the books ended up being nonthreatening.

But then there were the mysterious last two books.

They had a magical presence, but I couldn’t get any other reads from them. The talismans didn’t react; reveal cantrips were ineffective. I dared to touch the covers and spines, but still no reaction. The only thing left to do was open them.

I cautiously opened the first book. The pages were near black with how much was scrawled on them. After a minute of staring at a number of pages, I was certain I didn’t know this language. If it even was a language. I’d have to invest in a charm to translate writings soon.

“Hey Lybras,” I said as I walked over and showed vir the pages. “Can you read this?”

Ve scrutinized it for a moment. “No. Just mark as undetermined.” Ve flipped the page.

That was when things got weird.

The book… bit us. The writing began to glow as the pages fluttered and the book tossed itself out of my hands. We stared stupefied at it, waiting for what would happen next—because all of that had to have done something.

“Maybe something good will happen?” I hedged, trying to stay positive. Ve was unamused. The book stilled, and I was about to make another remark when black tendrils bubbled out of it.

We weren’t given a chance to run before it ensnared us. We both swore and struggled but to no avail. No place was safe from their touch. A glance at Lybras and I saw them covering vir from tail to horns. I almost envied vis larger size and greater body area for these lewd cirri to trail across. When I tried to shift positions, they constricted tighter around me. Little prickles bit into my skin. Did these things have teeth? If they did, they weren’t strong enough to break my skin since they only left oily ooze in their wake and no blood.

They weren’t constricting us to death, just groping and restraining. It wasn’t unpleasant, actually. I even started to think it was similar to being tied up by Mosaiko.

With that thought, my feelings towards the moment shifted.

This was still not ideal. I didn’t know what these tendrils intended to do and I wasn’t thrilled that Lybras was here to witness me… not hating them. We had a nice, professional relationship and this wasn’t my first pick on how to shift it to a personal level.

A tendril snaked around to the back of my neck and attached itself like a leech. Then I heard a voice—an amalgamation of voices—echo in my head.

Desire for desire. Will you accept?

“Did… did you hear that too?”

“Yes,” Lybras answered.

As least I wasn’t hallucinating. But what did it mean?

Desire of knowledge for desire of carnality, it responded. It was discomforting that it seemed to be able to read my mind. Will you accept?

“I don’t know if we should really trust this book.” I was skeptical that agreeing with it would be worth it. “For all we know, it’s gonna eat us.”

“I don’t think it’s anything that severe.”

“Elaborate book voice!” I demanded. “Will accepting your offer kill us?”

There are no desires for death. To fulfill the desires—nothing more nothing less. Knowledge for carnality, will you accept?

“We won’t get a straight answer,” ve sighed. “We’ll have to accept or refuse.”

I hated vague spells. My curiosity was running wild but I was still skeptical of all this. I fidgeted. The tendrils bit into me more, and that just made a little devil urge me to agree. I wouldn’t die; and knowledge and carnality didn’t sound so bad.

I conceded. “Well I’m up it if you are.”

Lybras took more time to make up vis mind. “I agree.”

Nothing happened.

“You have to say it,” ve said.

“Of course—the vague spell needs a specific answer.” I rolled my eyes then threw a glare at the book before saying, “I agree.”

In a flash like lightning, my vision danced and mind felt floaty. I felt like I had taken a few shots of vodka. My mind twisted and reformed. My memories and thoughts flipped pass like pages blowing in the wind. Even the skeletons.

My focus jolted back to the archive. Lybras was shuddering and short of breath and… erect. I knew I shouldn’t stare but damn. Ve was impressive. And I was intrigued to see vis unique anatomy—around the base of vis shaft was a clear set of labia.

One of the tendrils wrapped itself around the head of vis member and swallowed it within. The dark, oozing tendril split into two; one stayed wrapped around Lybras’s dick, while the other quivered and reshaped into an exact replica of it.

What? I had second to think before it slithered its way to me. Oh damn. I knew where this was going—where it was going. At this point I had no more reservations. The moment I saw that slick tendril aiming for me I wanted it inside me. I didn’t fight as the tendrils already wrapping me spread my legs; didn’t struggle as a couple tore my panties away.

Instead, my eyes fluttered shut and head fell back as it started prodding into me. Slipping fully in, it felt like it was adjusting to fit me without really stretching me. Shame. Still, it felt wonderful as it thrusted in and out. No wonder there were so many dragon hybrids.

I wiggled my hips, trying to adjust so it would hit a better spot, but instead riled the tendrils up into biting me again. If they were trying to persuade me to stop moving, they were failing. Now I squirmed solely so they’d dig in more.

My mind was a cloudy mess. I sank further and further into the pleasure. So this is what it meant by carnality. I didn’t even care to wonder what the knowledge part had been. The fact we were supposed to be cataloging books was long gone. I even forgot Lybras was there—maybe watching, maybe lost in vis own pleasures.

The tendrils vanished and I dropped to my hands and knees. After taking a few second to calm myself, it registered that, right before everything stopped, Lybras had said ve rescinded vis consent.

We both stole a glance at each other then looked away. Silence rang between us for a good moment.

“You should make a couple memory wipe potions,” Lybras spoke up. “It’d be best we both forgot tonight.”

“Agreed.”

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#monster love #exophilia #writeblr #exophilia fiction #tentacle monster #cursed book #cursed item #writing #bewitching monsters

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ghostsbabey · 4 years

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Tortured Souls! Talisac x Reader Warnings: Blood, gore, body horror

The stench of rotten flesh filled your lungs as you made your way down the stone steps to the underground lab. You knew it was a bad day, the stench of eviscerated organs becoming stronger with each step. The sigh that escaped you was short lived, as soon the usual dwarf girl stuck her head out from the lab doorway. She smiled, giddy at your appearance before running up the stairs towards you- blood staining her skin. Her arms wound around your waist before quickly moving to grip your arms, pulling you towards the lab while rambling excitedly. “Hi Camille, it smells worse than usual down here. What’s going on? Slow down, I can’t understand your babbling,” you softly spoke, your voice echoing along the stone walls as you followed Camille. She looked back at you, pausing in the doorway with a grin as she replied, “you’ll see. I know you’ll love it. Talisac may see it as a failure, but it has to be a success. We worked hard on it, and with just a bit more work we’ll get it. I swear.” You knew she was trying to make light of the situation, but Talisac never took well to failed experiments, each wasted attempt possibly making it impossible to finish the end goal task. You followed closely behind Camille, examining the mess of the lab before your eyes fell upon the crudely stitched together body. You approached it, fingers running over the large stitches across the chest of the body. It was incredibly cold, the blood oozing between your fingers already warning you of what was wrong.

“Toh uh lon enoh,” the usual garbled words echoed from the side of the table. You could’ve grimaced, the feeling of his glare against your back making you swallow thickly. You turned to face the hanging man, the hooks digging into his face making it hard enough for him to meet your gaze- yet he did so all the same. “Sorry Talisac.. It’s been getting harder to sneak out and bring back.. Fresher parts. I have the parts, that’s not what I’m saying, but people are starting to talk in the Primordium. The worry of the creatures that overthrew the leaders? The talk from the generals on getting revenge? Everyone is on edge, and now with me having to go out and harvest body parts? From living people? It’s not easy Talisac, I’m sorry,” you meekly replied, your gaze focusing on a piece of stray flesh on the floor instead of meeting his gaze. Camille giggled, her eyes lighting up from the tension in the room. “You knew what you were getting yourself into, you owe us, don’t you remember? Without doctor Talisac you would be dead, you wouldn’t have a home. And you wouldn’t have those hands that do the dirty work we need,” she babbled, her words growing quieter as Talisacs gaze shifted to her form. You shook your head, shrugging off the large sack you had on your back as you spoke. “Look, I heard that today didn’t go too well with.. Whatever that is. Let me work on it for now, I may not have as extensive medical knowledge- or body building knowledge- but I can try to help. I’m sure it was a stressful day for you tw-three.” You caught the mistake as soon as it tried to slip past your lips, your eyes glancing down at the makeshift womb hanging from Talisac- whatever was inside it shifting slightly. He huffed as a response, motioning for Camille to move the contraption that kept him hanging by his flesh closer to your side of the table that held the body.

You crouched down, pulling out bloodied pieces from the sack, examining them for any damage before setting them next to the body. Talisacs hand came to rest on your shoulder, the flayed skin on his arm causing blood to drip onto your already stained clothes. “Er a natral,” he praised, looking over the pieces you spread out on the table- his mouth stretching into a slight smile. Camille nodded as she translated his words, “you’re a natural. He likes your work at least, this is why you were given those hands. Otherwise they could’ve just left you there on the streets with your wounds. I think you fit in wonderfully here.” Your eyes lowered to your hands, the dried blood caked on it not enough to hide the large scars on your wrists where they were connected. You cursed yourself for getting caught by the generals, the memory of the blade cutting through your wrists making your shake your head. You had to forget. You needed a distraction, your arm extending to pull back the unstitched skin across the body’s abdomen. The stench hit you in waves, each layer of viscera you moved seemed to only make you more nauseous. Even with the waves of nausea washing over you, you couldn’t help but be fascinated by how neatly the insides were put together. Everything looked in the right place, no matter how you looked at it you couldn’t find anything wrong. You shook your head, glancing at Talisacs hanging form before automatically focusing back on the body. You couldn’t tell if he was watching you or was too enraptured by the anatomy of the dead body, but you knew that if you stopped now his anger would only become worse.

You didn’t know how long you had been hunched over the body, stitching together piece by piece, forcing metal through the skin until you heard bone splintering, even going as far as to peel back layers of skin in a similar fashion to what Talisac had done to himself. You were losing yourself in the work, barely acknowledging the prying eyes of both Camille and Talisac- your deft fingers making quick work of the body splayed on the table. The rush you got from the possibility of bringing something dead back had you on cloud nine, the smell barely bothering you the longer you worked. The occasional ‘oo and ah’ from Camille seemed to spur you on more- until Talisac’s hands suddenly came down onto the body. “Enug,” he ordered. His hand was dangerously close to yours, a warning that if you didn’t obey that he could very easily take away what he had given you. Reluctantly you retracted your hands, examining what you had done before his interruption. “Right.. Enough.. I get it. Are we going to try and bring it back..? Or is the mongroid acting up again, I know you said that it’s been getting temperamental the more it grows,” you responded quietly, unaware if you had done something wrong that made him interfere. It didn’t take long for Camille to respond, almost as if they had planned it while you had gone out to harvest, “ we’ll have to do that later, for now, I think that it’s clear where your loyalty lies. You have nobody but us outside of this lab, if you leave you’ll die. You were already known as quite the troublemaker, I don’t think the city will take kindly to learning you’re still alive-especially the generals that took your mischievous hands. You’re lucky to be with us, and it’s almost like we’re a family down here. Always together, and soon we’ll have the mongroid to join us. The point being, I think it’s time you changed, we’ve discussed how going out so many times could make it hard to harvest since someone could recognize you. It’s time for us to do you another favor, we just need you to cooperate. Don’t be scared.” You stood still for a moment, mulling over what was said- your confusion growing before the meaning dawned on you too late. Talisacs hand was on your shoulder once more, nails digging into your clothes as a silent warning. Camille was between you and the doorway, Talisac dangerously close to you- even if he was hanging. You inhaled sharply, a grin spreading across your face at the possibility of looking like one of the many creations they’ve made. “I accept your favor with open arms, we’re a family now. We have each other and that’s all that matters. We can make anyone we want and if I end up looking like those creatures that tore apart the empire, so be it. I’ve always hated this ugly flesh that adorned my form, I don’t know what to say,” you rambled, almost to yourself as a sick pleasure ran through your body. Working with Talisac in his lab didn’t help you get better, your old habits dying hard as you thought of the damage you could do in the city- the weakness that was so unsuspecting of the danger that lurked underneath their very city.

#Clive Barkers tortured souls #Talisac #Camille #Blood warning #Gore warning #reader insert #sorry it's been awhile #this is very self indulgent #uwu;#will get back on track soon

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svetlanabelikova · 5 years

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Journaling (I)

content warning for the following:

self hatred

fat shaming

talk of surgery

topic of weight loss

i supposed this is my commencement post of my “journaling” series. i know that isn’t really a word but in art, anything can be a word or phrase if you put the meaning into it. i debated if i wanted to start another sideblog for this-- but i already have like,,, 7 or 8 at this point. adding another is too much of a hassle. I remember back in like 2008 or so i made an attempt at one of these on my old personal livejournal-- yeah i had one of those, with pictures and everything but i just ended up hating it and trying to delete everything after a couple weeks to hide from it. i’m sure google still has the photos somewhere. so, why am i doing this? what is this about? it feels embarrassing to even say it but i’m doing it because i need to. on monday (9.16.19) i attended something called a “shared decision making class”. which i literally didn’t know what it was until the presenter started up the giant tv screen and it was the first slide in her presentation. what was the decision, you hopefully are asking, well it was on what weight loss programs were available and which we would like to pursue. i am fat. that’s not like a dig at myself-- thought im sure i’ll make a few of those before this post is done. it is a fact. i am fat. no, im not just fat, i’m what the kids call ‘morbidly obese’. on the body mass index or BMI (which i know is not a very scientific look at one’s stature and actual weight to fat ratio but it is the easiest to calculate quickly), there are 4 categories: normal, overweight, obese and extremely obese. you find your place in these categories by cross-referencing your weight and your height. very messy but simple. i am about 40ish pounds over the ‘extremely obese’ category for my height. which feels fucking disgusting to say and i hate myself a little more every time i allow myself to really think about that. but it is still a fact. at one point while living pretty much alone, i was able to get back down to the border between extreme and garden verity obese, but after moving back in with my parents, i sailed on from those clear waters out into the storm. in the class we were told there was several different paths to choose from: behavioral support (i.e. a food anonymous group meeting once a week), a meal replacement program, medically induced starvation or surgery. each one will allow you to lose a percentage of your body fat. 10%, 15%, 25% and 40% respectively. i need to lose about 70%. i am more fat than me. that idea came to me late last year. i am more fat than i am me. for a long time i felt like i was carrying around an extra person. like i had this whole other being, another me, that was just dead weight. she only woke up when i was naked and i hid when i looked in the mirror, the rest of the time she wrapped herself around me, arms and legs tangled around my hips and thighs. but then, it hit me one night while i was in the shower: i am more fat than i am me. this isn’t another person. this isn’t someone i am equal to. this is something that is smothering me. it isn’t a she that i am cursed to care for, it is an infection. a blight on my body. in my body. something that has slipped in years ago and germinated. i’ve always been fat. i see pictures of myself when i was 5 and i was already chunky. one of the few early memories i still have is trying to find new clothes before i started 6th grade. i had to shop in the adults section. i was 11 years old and was wearing the biggest clothes in the adult section. it wasn’t even like i could just shop in the small adults or anything, no i had to go to the very end of every rack in the adults’ section of the clothing store. by time i was in high school, i could only get clothes in plus size stores. i was the 3rd fattest kid in my entire high school. there was one guy and one girl that were bigger than me. that’s it. in a school of nearly 4,000 students, i was 1 out of 3 of the fattest people, including teachers. when people talk about how much they hated school there are few ways to hate yourself more than being the third fattest kid in school and having to buy the biggest shirt available in the school store for physical ed. class and it still being about 2 sizes too small. i literally failed freshman year p.e. because i was too embarrassed to even go into the locker room. and before that, in 7th and 8th grade, we did swimming in p.e. i hated it beyond words. 7th grade i still had some of that childhood ignorance not to notice that everyone was laughing at me, but by 8th grade, i knew. we were allowed 5 days out of the entire month to not get in the pool to swim and i took all those and more. i’ve always been fat, but i’ve been fat in a family full of fat people. i was still one of the biggest people in my family, but i had 1 cousin that was bigger than me. well, about 7 months ago, she got weight loss surgery. i saw her for the first time in mid july and... i am no longer the second fattest person in the family. i wear the crown for prize heifer. this surgery is horrifying to me. it is cosmic horror level scary to me. it is reshaping the human body to become wholly unrecognizable. it is permanently altering the natural dynamic of the human body into something constructed, something a mad scientist with a love of anatomy and no humanity would conceive. and even that won’t be enough. the surgery alone will only lower my BMI by 40% over 1-3 yr.s and i need to lose 70%. i try to focus on the pure numbers alone. surgery -40% group therapy -10% meal replacement -15% total -55% that still isn’t enough. that would still leave me floating around the middle of the obese category of the BMI. and i know physical activity isn’t entirely factored in here but i have a messed up knee from an injury i got as a kid and bad ankles and feet from carrying around all this fat for a quarter of a century. i need to lose as much weight as possible to get enough stress off my back and legs and internal organs to be able to add in a physical activity routine. when i was in my early 20s i used to work out every night. i would put my headphones in and just dance hard to rave music for an hour or go walking around my neighborhood for awhile, but the body wears down fast and i just physically can’t do that anymore. there is also the mental side of this. the idea that i will try to do all this and just utterly fucking fail. that i waste time, money and resources. but that will have to be for another post. today i have another appointment with my case assigned nurse. she is going to weigh me and then probably talk to me brutally and honestly. she works in a hospital that treats nothing but fat people so nothing about me will be unique or out of the ordinary for her, other than maybe my fun combination of gall bladder issues, lactose intolerance, tonsil stones and chronic migraines/headaches. they are all fun road blocks that have stood in my way for years so i’m sure she will have a whale of a time (no pun intended) trying to navigate this path with me. she is going to talk to me about meal replacement, which i am not siked about. i spent all yesterday drinking shakes that tasted like a bottle of tylenol blended with water and strawberry milk powder or eating puffed rice bars that were not awful but not really good either. the soup was just, bad. no matter how many spices i put in it i couldn’t get it to stop tasting like an entire handful of crayola chalk dissolved in water near a can of chicken soup. those will be fun ways to describe the “food” to her today, lamo. i hope she’s got a sense of humor.

#;journaling series #personal

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mastrrt · 6 years

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The Tigress Dilemma *fanfiction*

Usually, fanfic writers (such as I) have a hard time depicting complex characters such as Tigress, ergo this lack of this understanding about our characters can lead us to defile their original personalities and characteristics. I'm pretty sure most, if not, all of us are victims to the Tigress Dilemma, and this problem can only be resolved once Dreamworks has finished Tigress's arc. The Tigress Dilemma is basically what I mentioned above. We misinterpret Tigress and that could lead us to writing imposters instead. Now I have seen many fanfics, and all of them vary in the extent of how terrible their Tigress imposter is. I would say that for my fanfics, my Tigress imposter is pretty far off from the original character, but I feel I am getting there... it's a very slow progress, but every increment of time is making me better as a writer. Anywho, I'll be addressing some Tigress Imposter stereotypes. These stereotypes are the ones we want to avoid as much as possible. And if we do so, we can get closer to the original Tigress. Now, disclaimer, I am not here to tarnish the pride of any of you fanfic writers. I'm just here to point out my opinions and hopefully my opinions can do more good than harm. Also, to bring this blog a more positive vibe, I will be writing some Tigress stereotypes that we should all follow. But that'll be on the next post. 1. The 'Punk Girl School Bully' Type of Tigress. (LoA Tigress) Sleeves are for wimps... fat muscles... I got huge front teeth... i'll put your head on the toilet... pig anatomy on the facial region... you punk!... ILLL BEAT YOUUU UP!... girl that looks like a man... Those lines are all inside the ambit of any typical Buff School Girl Bully. And yeah, these types of people aren't the most likeable. Mainly because of their terrible ego and pride, their unmanaged temper, their constant screaming, and the fact that they bully. And these types of characters usually act upon their anger, and these types of characters are usually defeated by their own caprices. Now a lot of times, people usually confuse 'Punk Girl School Bully' as Tigress's characteristics.

For example, a lot of fanfictions tend to write this: Tigress was clouded with anger. How dare this cocky prick make fun of her name like that? She charged at him, trying to land a double fist strike on her belly, but it has seemed that her muscles were so angry that she suddenly turned into an amateur fighter and totally missed the cocky mite's stomache. Now she was even angrier. She gave a frustrated yell and pounced at the prick, driving her feet into a powerful tornado kick, but the man has sidestepped and she was too angry to use that momentum to execute another kick upon landing. Oh she was so so SO angry that everything turned red. Even though the man was merely a stranger, his smart remarks was enough to somehow make Tigress want to tamper him, as if her anger was derived from personal matter. Oh yes, Tigress was so weak that her peace has succumbed so easily to something as superficial as an empty insult. It isn't like she's a warrior who learned integrity, who lived by virtues and proverbs, and learned to swallow her pride the hard way. Nope. She was just the average hot head. "You! You idiot!" She yelled, driving her fist into arbitrary turns and twist with the speed of a toddler's fist in a fit of frenzy. And yet, after delivering such 'efficient' attacks, the man had avoided her punches the Muhammad Ali way. What's next? The rope-a-dope? Is that how weak Tigress became because of her anger? Oh, and since she's sooo angry, she also became majorly stupid! Since she's losing, she might as well become more desperate to win and because of this, she kinda lost 9/10 of her damn brain. It isn't like she had experienced worst before. It isn't like she's been in a tower surrounded by hundreds of adversaries, outmatched, outgunned, out everything, and still managed to escape through a genius idea to catapult her and her Enterprise out the flaming tower THROUGH the toppling flaming tower.

Look, Tigress can be hot head, but she doesn't allow it to manifest in a way that hampers her during battle. She's a warrior who for sure learned patience. Yes, she might have let herself succumb to her anger during the first movie (by trying to fight Tai Lung despite her master's efforts to stop her) but do understand that it was because of that cursed snow leopard that her father was just outright terrible to her, and 20 years of desperation and overwhelming commitment to kung fu led her to think that defeating Tai Lung is the key to Shifu's heart. Watch the Second movie through and through, with the eyes of a scrutenizing critic. If she is angry, it is usually to appear intimidating or lethal. It's a great strategy, escpecially now that her opponents would surely hold back once they hear the low baritone of her growl. But never, never, never, never, I assure you, did she appear angry and let that rage make her a haphazard, stupid, mess.

Also, fanfic writers tend to also write this: Tigress crossed her arms and growled. Po was so annoying! He wouldn't stop babbling about his new dumpling recipe. If he says 'broccoli broth' one more time, she is sure her dormant side would burst. "SHUT UP PO! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! YOU ARE SO CHILDISH! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE THE DRAGON WARRIOR!" And then, Po cried and ran away from the kitchen. The rest of the five gave her a look that could compare to the menacing glare of a thousand men, and they all left her to find the weeping Po. She sneered, she didn't need them anyways. She didn't have a family. And they were no friends of hers.

Tigress is not like this! She values her friends, and she talks to them like friends. Do no potray her the LoA way, because she's not always grumpy... and she is, by chance, grumpy, it's mostly for a reason. When the other five are irritated or even disgusted of Po, you can see that only Tigress smiles. And when she is in an argument, she usually deliver herself in a calm and threatening. Yeah, calm and threatening can be together. Tigress works as a paradox. I think the problem here is that people mistake seriousness and grumpiness as neigh synonyms. DON'T mistake those two different words with the same definition. Tigress is serious, but rarely grumpy in the way LoA/ fancfictions potrays her (just compare KFP 2 Tigress to LoA Tigress (there's a big difference I tell you that (mostly because she doesn't haphazardly turn into a big bish (is this even grammatically correct?))))

2. The Morally Deficient Tigress. I hate you!... you've always been terrible to me Shifu. So I hate you too!... you guys are not my family!... i have no family!... brat times twenty... your spoon is stupid... everyone is stupid... I don't wanna do this anymore... i'll turn evil in six seconds if you don't assuage my ego... cold hearted... insults everywhere... long sullen silences followed by mean comments followed by even more long sullen silences... angst angst angst for no reason... teenage i-have-20-pounds-of-eyeliner-under-my-eyes prototype. this type of imposter Tigress is probably one of the worst forms of Tigress out there. You cannot just ignore that she has been raised by two kung fu masters, one has morals that are so polished and perfect, and the other one with flaws but regardless still wiser than most. She's also follows a regimented schedule of supreme discipline throughout the course of her twenty-eight years, so surely she has been taught hardwork, patience, determination and other virtues that any average olympian athletes would typically have. Despite being called cold-hearted, stoic, perhaps even mean, do remember that she is also a HERO. With a hero's heart and the strength of a hero's mind. You can not simply ignore that she's a good person who had saved, quite possibly, thousands of lives, expecting nothing in return except the heart of her father and a place to reside. Do not mistake badassery with idiocy. Do not make her morally deficient like she's a little child with the mindset of a brat on a bad day.

Here's some examples of this nightmare: "Why do you keep these stuff? You're so childish, you don't deserve to be the Dragon Warrior!" Tigress looked around his loft, threatened by the action figures and the posters of the masters that adorned it.

Po frowned, "But... but... items like these have very big value to me Tigress. Especially my action figures, I cherish them because it's a large fragment of my childhood memories!"

Tigress did not understand. Of course she did not, not only is she whimsy, grumpy, angry and stupid, she also lacks understanding and lessons that can usually be self-taught at the age of twenty. She acts like a little child and that's all her morality is limited to. "No! They're wooden things with no value whatsoever. Stop being a fanboy. Stop being yourself! I can't support you! You idiot."

And she left the room with grandeur ---Sharpei Style with the hint of swagger. Five days later... "It's all your fault why we're here Po! All your fault. It isn't like you made a wonderful plan and I kinda destroyed it after this cocky douche made me angry and I decided to fight him and ditch your plan. And since my dignity got the best of me, it isn't like I'm blaming you 100% on our unfortunate demise when I know 200% that i'm to blame." Po tried to speak, but Tigress continued, "Ya'll should have listened to me! Me me me me! Me me me me!" The end!

Okay okay, it's a little too exaggerated, but you get the point right? Tigress doesn't act like this. She is kind and nice, she's truly supportive even with her doubts, and she loves and values her friends, albeit these traits are not exposed because it's overshadowed by her stoic demeanor. Whatever... sometimes light filters through her facade and you can see her vulnerabilities.

3. The Profesional Becomes the Biggest Amateur. Gets defeated by a few alligators who could barely fight... can't get unstuck from a rope THAT ISNT EVEN KNOTTED NOR THICK ENOUGH TO CARRY TWO POUNDS... can't get out a sticky situation even though she has been through worse... pathetic tiger... no longer has super strength that she has been gifted with. Now I'm just a thread's breadth away before typing a full fledge rant. Yes! I get it. She has been defeated by people who Po can defeat. She has been defeated by Tai lung and Po was able to defeat Tai Lung. But that was because Po was in a special situation, and it was truly only Po who could defeat Tai Lung (I'll adress this in a new post.) Have ya'll ever of this rule, in both film making and book writing, that authors must refrain from degrading everyone's intelligence so that a single character can appear in the caliber of a genius? Basically, what I'm saying is that you cannot make the five (escape Tigress) leagues weaker than their original selves just for the sake of making Po or your main OCs appear stronger. One, that's a terrible illusion that even a blind man can see through. And two, that's just disrespectful for a The Five. Not only are the five overshadowed, but ya'll also heavily disregarded the fact that they are warriors that did a lot. You're forgetting that Tigress can do this

Do not forget that she is the person who can do so much more. If you want a story where Tigress becomes a damsel in distress, and Po is the one to save her, DO NOT get her kidnapped by five wolves. Or ten. Or even twenty. Because this tiger can handle of them easy. Make sure she is defeated by a whole fudging army, or a bunch of hooded warriors who are thousands of years old and are as good as Shifu in kung fu. Make sure her defeat is reasonable and respects what she can do. KNOW what she can do, so that you learn her limits. Give her a challenge, give her a run for her money. Don't make her pathetic just because you want someone else to seem not pathetic. Us fan fic writers say that Tigress is hardcore. Awesome. Badarse. So maybe we should write her that way. Some fan fics I read write that Tigress got defeated because she was hungry or tired and couldn't fight against a few adversaries. I roll me eyes. Bro! You cannot make hunger the reason why she's defeated😂 have you seen what she ate during the first KFP movie? Her meals consists of tea and a small, chewy block of tofu. Please. She had trained her body and mind to resist pain in a way that wouldn't affect her during battle. And don't go destroying her stamina either. If she can go the whole night just battling a bunch of wolves, without even so much as passing out then pulease, don't make tiredness as an excuse. But there are some exceptions though. Like maybe she got tired because she drained her chi. Then that's understandable. So much work.

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the AU from left field wtf where did this come from.

I cannot believe I went and wrote this but it wouldn’t leave me alone and I had to get it out of my system so I could go back to writing, you know, stuff that I’m supposed to be writing, anyway Grey’s Anatomy!AU or for those of you who don’t know the show it’s basically surgical-intern!Annabeth and patient!Percy with a side of douchebag-attending!Luke in a completely messed up triangle (and Annabeth thinks she’s so going to hell for all of it). Just your average rip-off of the GA pilot (I can’t believe that show is still going).

(Rated T for swearing and non-explicit sex. It wouldn’t be Grey’s without the swearing and sex. Read at your own risk. :P)

The first time she meets Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase gets groped.

To be fair, he has no clue what he did. She can't very well fault a patient when his flailing limbs land in an unfortunate spot when he's in the middle of a grand mal seizure. She just happens to be the poor intern leaning over him, trying to hold him steady.

Anyway, it's just one more annoying thing in what has already been an exhausting day. She's into hour twenty-five of her first-ever shift at Olympus General, and she's already dealt with explosive diarhhea, uncontrolled vomitting, and seventeen rectal exams. (She swears Dr Ramírez-Arellano must hate her guts.) Getting groped by an unconscious patient should be routine by now, right?

Besides, it could be worse--he could be some smelly old man rather than the fit twenty-six-year-old car crash victim with a ripped body (hey, she's the one hanging on to it for dear life while Dr Ramírez-Arellano yells for two milligrams of chlorazepam and a wide bore IV, after all). And he is kinda cute, if you ignore the matted blood on his forehead and the fact that his eyes are rolling back in his head.

Great. Now she knows she's really tired, if she's actually checking out bloodied car crash victims.

They finally get him stabilised and up to CT, and Annabeth rests her eyes briefly as she leans against the wall outside the room, wondering for the tenth time since her shift began why it was so important for her to join the game anyway.

The speech the Chief of Surgery gave this morning (yesterday morning? Time doesn't really have much meaning after twenty-five hours on your feet) comes back to her: The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You'll be pushed to the breaking point.

Right now, Annabeth thinks she may be at one of those breaking points Dr Brunner was talking about. She can't think of a single reason she should be a surgeon, but she can think of a thousand reasons why she should quit.

'Hey. Hey!'

She blinks at the lab tech who's waving the scans in front of her to get her attention.

'These yours, right?'

'Uh--right.' Annabeth stifles a yawn, grabs her scans, and heads off to find her resident.

Twenty-three more hours to go.

OoOoO

The next time Percy Jackson gropes her, it's another accident. She's adjusting his IV drip in the ICU when he wakes up, reaching out blindly. His fingers brush her breast and pause in confusion. Annabeth freezes as well--is this guy serious?--and then she realises that although Jackson's eyes are open and staring at her, they also have the blank look of someone who can't see.

'What--' Jackson croaks. His fingers move hesitantly against her chest--and she regains enough presence of mind to move quickly back, out of their way. 'Oh my god, did I just--what's going on?'

'It's okay,' she says soothingly. 'You're in the ICU. You were in a car accident. You're gonna be fine.'

'I was--oh gods, Mom! My mom--is she okay?'

Annabeth vaguely remembers two passengers who came in at the same time. She thinks Will Solace took care of the older woman in the pit ... ah, yes. Minor injury. 'She's fine,' Annabeth reassures him. 'Got away with nothing but a sprained shoulder. Didn't even have to stay the night.'

'And Callie? Where's Callie? Is she okay?'

'Is that your girlfriend?'

There's no reason her heart should rise a little when he shakes his head. It's of utterly no concern to her whether her patient is attached or single, even if those glassy unseeing eyes are melting her heart (it's sympathy, pure sympathy). The irises a striking shade of green, and she can only imagine what they'd do to her if they were clear and lucid.

'My friend Leo's. Poseidon, Neptune, and Porcys, he's gonna kill me.'

Annabeth bites back a smile at the funny cursing. She's never heard anyone swear on the names of ocean deities of an ancient polytheistic culture. At least she thinks they're ancient water gods? It's been decades since Middle School history or Latin or whatever that class was that they learned about them. And she wonders what on earth Percy Jackson does that he'd be up to speed on ancient Greek culture. Maybe he is Greek. He has the looks or it, mmm, Mediterranean skin and thick lashes--okay enough, Chase.

'I'm pretty sure she's fine, too.' She closes her eyes and tries to recall the other woman in the ER. Short, long-haired? Did anyone take her case? No, because she--'Got away without a scratch. She was one lucky girl.'

Jackson relaxes visibly. Annabeth frowns a little. This 'Callie' might be his friend's girlfriend, but he does seem awfully concerned. Maybe he has a thing for her, too.

And no, she doesn't care if a guy she doesn't even know is crushing on his friend's girl. He can like whoever he wants. He's just her patient.

'Can I see them?'

'After your surgery,' she says. 'I just need to check you over now. Can you follow the light, Mr Jackson?' She already knows before she does the pupillary response test that he won't be able to, but it's all procedure and she has to go through it.

'Percy,' he says.

'Sorry?'

'My name's Percy.'

'Percy, then.' She shines the pen-light in his eyes. No response. Hopefully it's only temporary--a pinched optic nerve, maybe, something that can be fixed in surgery.

'And I don't see anything.' He swallows hard. 'Am I--' The way his Adam's apple bobs tremulously, like he's already trying to come to terms with the bad news she hasn't yet delivered tugs at her heart.

Damn it.

She can just hear her mother's voice in her head--'Personal feelings get in the way. You have to be able to detach yourself if you're going to be a good surgeon.' Yeah, her mom's a pro at the art of detaching herself. She's done it for years and years, and not just with patients.

'We may be able to fix it in surgery,' Annabeth tells him. 'It should happen tomorrow. We needed to make sure you're stable before we get you in the OR.'

'Right,' he says. 'Are you my surgeon?'

'I--uh, no, I'm just an intern.'

'Oh.' Percy laughs nervously. 'You know, the last time I ended up in hospital--'

'A regular, are you?'

His grin is sheepish. 'Not really. It's just that I sprained my ankle a couple of weeks back and the doctor said it was fine and I wouldn't need to come back. I don't think he bargained for car accidents.' Percy frowns. 'I can't remember how that happened.'

'Don't worry about it. Short-term memory loss isn't uncommon with head traumas.'

She finishes her examination--other than his eyes, Percy seems well enough for a guy recovering from a grand mal. It's funny--that shouldn't really affect his sight, but there's clearly something more going on in his brain that the neuro attending will definitely need a closer look at. She could've sworn his scans were clean, though.

'I'll let you get some rest.' She rolls up her stethoscope and hangs in around her neck.

'No, wait--don't go.' His hand reaches out feebly, thankfully nowhere near her chest this time. 'I--sorry, you must have stuff to do.'

She does--there's labs to deliver and other patients to check on, and her shift is just about up, at long last--but Percy Jackson is the main case she's been assigned. Her responsibility.

She takes his hand. His fear is palpable; she can feel it in the cling of his trembling fingers.

'It's okay,' she murmurs. 'You're gonna be fine.'

'Thanks, Dr, er--'

'Chase. Annabeth.'

'Annabeth,' he repeats. 'That's a pretty name. It suits you.'

'You can't even see me.'

'I can tell from your voice.'

Although she knows it's probably the pain meds talking, and he probably won't remember a word of this conversation the next morning, Annabeth gets a little flutter in the pit of her stomach anyway. Percy's unseeing eyes blink at her. They are nice eyes, almond-shaped and slightly slanted, like they're sending her a personal wink. And god, how unfair are those thick lashes on a guy?

'I bet you say that to all the girls.'

'Only the cute ones.'

'Again, you can't see me.'

'Then you'd better fix my eyes because I'd like to.'

Her heart does a little tap dance. 'You're--you're flirting with me. You can't flirt with me.'

His lips quirk. 'Why not?'

It's the pain meds, and the fear of surgery, she tells herself. He's probably one of those guys who flirts when he's terrified. (She can totally understand that.)

'I'm your doctor, for one.' She should probably let go of his hand if she's going to seriously rebuff him.

But if this is helping him stay calm, that's not a bad thing, right?

'Well, that's good. I thought you were gonna say you're already taken.'

She freezes, thinking guiltily of the messy friends-with-benefits situation she's got going on with her not-boyfriend at the moment (she never knows what to call Luke) that just got more complicated this very afternoon.

Percy must feel the ice that's running through her hands then. 'Oh,' he says, and starts to let go. 'Sorry, I didn't mean--'

She should let this go. Let him go. But her fingers hold on to his of their own accord. 'No, it's not--I mean, it's complicated. I'm not--argh, I'm single, is what I mean.'

'Huh. So flirting's a go?'

'Yes--no! I'm still your doctor!'

He laughs. 'Damn, you're a lot smarter than the tour groupies.'

Tour groupies? Oh god, he's probably a rock star or something. She's flirting with a rock star--no, he's flirting with her, and when was the last time someone like him flirted with someone like her? She wonders what it'd be like to date a cute guy who isn't all tied up with her career and her mom and the train wreck of her romantic history.

Good gods, what is she thinking? She can't date a patient.

Percy mistakes her silence for confusion and clarifies, 'I'm a surfer. You know, surfing champs and all that?'

Oh. Well, she got that one wrong. 'Like Kelly Slater?'

'Funny how that's the only surfer anyone ever knows.'

'I know other surfers,' she replies automatically, although she doesn't really. She's barely even been to the beach all her life. It's not like they're far from the water, but when has her mom ever had the time to take her? And once you enter med school--well, that's kind of like kissing your social life goodbye.

'Oh? Name one.'

'Percy Jackson.'

He laughs so hard, she's afraid he might burst an aneurysm in his brain. He has a great laugh--it bubbles up from deep inside him and fills the whole room--and it's so infectious, she can't help but join in.

She really has other stuff to do, but she ends up sitting there with him, holding his hand and bantering about stuff she doesn't even remember later (but still feels like the silver lining in her crappy first day of work) until he falls asleep again.

She tells herself it's just patient care.

It's what any good doctor would do, right?

OoOoO

It's at least five hours after her shift officially ends when she stumbles into an empty on-call room. She's supposed to be going home, and she knows that putting off the moment will only make it worse when she finally faces her mother's interrogation of her first day as an intern, but she's going to avoid it anyway. And if there's one excuse Dr Athena Chase can't argue with, it's being tied up at the hospital.

God knows she's used it enough times herself.

Luke finds her, of course, right when she's ready to crawl under the thin hospital-issue sheets (would it really kill them to spring for something a little more comfortable for weary doctors? She's not asking for much, maybe just something soft instead of crisp and sterile) and lose herself to the world.

'Annabeth,' he says, with that smug arrogance that he carries everywhere with him. Once upon a time she thought it the sexiest thing ever, was incredibly flattered that her mom's up-and-coming young resident took an interest in her.

Right now their relationship--if you can even call it that--is a time bomb that might explode in her face any moment.

'Dr Castellan,' she says stiffly.

'Dr Chase,' he mimics. 'What happened to Luke?'

'Did you even think to tell me you were coming to work here?'

He chuckles and turns the lock in the door. 'I thought it'd make a nice surprise.'

'A nice surprise?' she hisses. 'I had to find out that my--my--whatever this was--is my attending from my resident!' She can't forget the humiliating moment when she brought Percy Jackson's scans to Dr Ramírez-Arellano, only to be told to deliver them to the new attending--Dr Castellan. She'd frozen completely at the sound of his name, until Piper McLean, her fellow intern, had elbowed her sharply in the ribs.

'Thought you'd be happy to have one attending who won't be riding you. Well, maybe in a different way.' He leers at her suggestively, leaving no question about why he's come looking for her.

'We can't.'

'I don't recall any objections last night.'

'First of all, that was two nights ago, and B, that was before you became my boss.'

He steps into her space and places a hand on the back of her neck to draw her face towards his. 'Lighten up. You're off duty now, aren't you?'

'We really shouldn't.'

'Nobody needs to know.' His hand is hot and heavy on her stomach, finding its way to the waistband of her scrubs and tugging them down.

They really shouldn't--this could blow up in so many ways--but she lets him, because it's Luke, and this is a dance they've been doing for years.

And okay, she needs something to get her mind off Percy Jackson, whose smile and voice and touch is lingering in her brain more than she cares to admit. Sleeping with Luke may be flirting with disaster, but fantasising about a patient--a patient, for Christ's sake, talk about breaches of ethics--is so much worse.

(Except that when Luke touches her, it's the accidental brush of Percy's fingers against her chest that she thinks of, and the echo of his laughter that rings through her head in place of Luke's moans, and how much more fucked up could this get?)

When it's over and Luke is snoring next to her, Annabeth gets up quietly and drags herself into the shower. She turns up the heat and lets the near-scalding spray scrub her raw, but the ghost of Luke clings to her like a second skin.

(Yeah, you can all send me to Tartarus now.)

#grey's anatomy au #percy jackson au #percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #percabeth #totally messed up lukabeth because you gotta admit that relationship was always fucked up #intern!annabeth #patient!percy #doctor!annabeth #attending!luke #mortals au #wtf i still can't believe i wrote this #can i just get back to writing-as-usual now?#percy jackson fanfic

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