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daringtiger-creates · 11 months ago

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GO AU Story Idea: Post II

Sorry it took me so long to post more ideas? But here’s more of what I got. I’m currently struggling with the ball scenario, but I wanna post the other ideas first to better help paint a picture of sorts:

- Aziraphale and Crowley meet at the market as teenagers. Crowley had run away again just because he wanted to cause a bit of mischief. Aziraphale was shopping for apples and other ingredients. They ran into each other and since Crowley was still dressed somewhat like a noble, Aziraphale didn’t recognize his as one of the princes. Crowley gave his first name Anthony since very few knew it (he only allowed certain people to know his first name). Aziraphale didn’t get the chance to give his before they both had to part quite unexpectedly.

- 5 years later, they meet again in the woods. Crowley had run off again, but this time with (or after) his younger brother Warlock. Aziraphale was making his own escape as well after his first punishment over something trivial. Crowley had stopped feet away, mesmerized by Aziraphale’s more grown beauty and gentleness he showed towards a snake that frightened his horse it seemed.

- Crowley knew he was in love with Aziraphale ever since the angel revealed giving away (his cloak? Or something of more value) at the marketplace. He was quite upset when he had been taken back to the castle and been under close supervision for months. When he finally got a chance to go out again, he was feeling even more defeated when he never got a chance to speak to the angel.

- Aziraphale always showed such kindness, especially to the animals at his home. The ducks always waddled after him for more food and Aziraphale had to distract them from attacking his stepfamily when they got snippy with him. Uriel was the only one who the ducks left alone as she showed more indifference towards Aziraphale than anything else. His mother’s horse was old, but still had spirit and spark. A gentle, but strong creature with all the stubbornness Aziraphale himself had. She never let Sandalphon get near her, always tried to kick and bite him since the first time she saw him. Even his mother couldn’t stop the horse’s behavior towards the man. There were also a couple doves that had a nest near the attic window and always kept Aziraphale company. The black snake was a new member it seemed. After Aziraphale saved him from nearly being trampled by his horse and was shown gentleness and given a little food, the snake slipped into Aziraphale’s pouch and hid until he got home and was very surprised to see the slithery creature up in his attic.

- After that meeting in the woods, they agreed to meet up again a few nights later under the stars in the same woods. Somehow, this became a monthly routine. After sending a location and date (and rarely time if they could meet earlier or had to meet later) via Aziraphale’s dove (whom only wanted to help Aziraphale of course. Too bad the bird couldn’t tell him that Crowley lived in the castle), the two would meet up under the cover of night once a month for the next 3 years.

- Aziraphale had always been fascinated with Crowley (though he knew him as Anthony, a noble of some sort). However, after meeting him in the woods again, his fancy for the noble grew into something more. Unlike Crowley though, he denied his feelings for the mischievous being. It wasn’t just the fact that Crowley was a dashing man, but a noble as well. Aziraphale didn’t know many like himself who preferred men and kept that under wraps and denied his preferences to everyone who outed him as such (the only ones who outed him were his step family, his tutor, Anathema, and young Adam). He didn’t want to scare this friend off and feared what would happen if he ever found out.

#crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #fanfictionstories #story ideas #good omens au #cinderella au #prince crowley

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sachiko6243 · 2 years ago

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The good old Doc - Part 14

Missed the start? No problem, here is the first part, the following ones are always linked at the end, so you dont have to search endlessly. 😉

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

This is a series which is currently in the making, so I don’t exactly know how long it is going to be. 😊

Word count: 2781

Warnings: generally none, maybe some for those who have deeper knowledge of military stuff. I do not and I am sorry in advance, if I got things wrong (you are welcome to correct me in the comments)

I will be on vacation for a week. Thats why I posted part 14 and 15 today, so that I dont have to interupt my time off. I hope you guys understand. Have a great week. 🥰

The next Monday, I found myself called to the Admirals office with the rest of the team. We were all waiting for his arrival. And by the looks on Warlock’s face, the situation was critical to say the least. Nobody dared to talk or ask questions. The tension in the room weighting us down like we were buried alive. When Cyclone rushed into his office minutes later, we all jumped to our feet, saluting him. He waved us off, without saying anything. Slumping into his seat. Another swing of his hand signaled us to sit down. Quickly we shuffled into our seats, eyes curiously trained on Cyclone. He was reading through a file over and over again, seemingly not willing to accept what was written there.

“I have bad news.” He said after a while, shutting the file. His face showed no direct sign of distress, but I could read it in his eyes. “Apparently, our borders have been breached by two enemy carriers, accompanied by five warships. As far as our knowledge goes, one is filled with ten SU-51 and the other with several helicopters and support aircrafts. Our base is the closest to the next carrier. It is currently turning to pass our coastline. The daggers will fly their jets and land on the boat, while Lieutenant Adams, me and all our bags and supplies will be picked up by a helicopter. Prepare for the mission, call your family. This mission is classified, so if you must, lie. Everything else will be discussed once we land on the carrier. Time is of essence. Take off is in two hours. You are dismissed.”

As soon as he finished talking, everyone rushed out of the room. While I was running towards my office, I called my mother: “Mom. Its me, Lillith. I am pulled for a mission. I don’t know how long it will be and I am not allowed to tell you more.” She interrupted me: “What do you mean, pulled for a mission? Why cant you tell me anything?” Her voice was laced with worry and I could practically see her pacing around, wherever she was.

“It’s a classified mission, that just came up a few hours ago. We get mission details when we depart. Don’t worry. I will be fine.” I tried to calm her, but she was over the edge already: “This came up in the last hours? That means something dramatic happened. You are deployed with aviators. Your missions are always planned out over months. We are getting attacked, aren’t we?”

She of course knew how the military worked, having connections all her life. But I couldn’t tell her. “I cant deny or admit anything, mom. You have to trust me, okey? This is the last phone call for a while. I will not take my phone and I don’t know if we are allowed to call from where we will be. If something happens, be assured I love you, okey? You have been the best mom, someone could have asked for.” I tried to keep my voice steady, to not further upset her, but a few sniffles escaped nonetheless.

“I love you, too Lillith. Just promise to come home again, okey?” I could hear her crying, even though she was hiding it pretty well. But I didn’t know anything that was about to happen. And one of the first rules in the navy was: Don’t promise something you cant keep. “I will try my best, mo. But I have to go. I love you, bye.”

Before she could answer I hung up, turned off my phone and locked it into my safe. Then I started to view over my medical supply bag. Luckily it was complete. Then I packed my go bag. The three sets of my uniform, I always kept on base, my first aid body kit, a book and the small plushy my mother gifted me when I was accepted into the navy. Then I practically ran across the base to the called out meeting point. The helicopter was already waiting. Cyclone and the pilot started to load it with the bags the team brought in. As soon as he saw me, Cyclone came over and took the heavy bags from my shoulder.

“There was enough time, for you to do two rounds.” He said, voice stern. Concentrated on what was about to happen. I ignored him. “Where is Jake?”

“He already dropped off his things. I believe he is doing the last check ups in his jet.” Cyclone answered. “Yes, you may say good by to him.” He added, once he saw my face. I didn’t need to be told twice. Racing down the runway, I crashed through the big gate, my eyes frantically searching the hangar. When I made out Jake, I walked over to him. He noticed my appearance as soon as I stood next to him. Stopping his check up, he took me in his arms. That was the moment I started to uncontrollably sob into his chest. Letting go of all fears bottled up inside of me.

“I know, darlin. I know. But I promise, whatever we are about to do, I will do everything in my power to protect you, okey?” He whispered, caressing my back. I wiped my tears away. “But what about you?” I asked, voice, thing and shaken by my cries. He offered me one of his big flashy smiles. “Well, I believe in the best medic of the navy, to stich me up again.” His playful comment had me laughing. “Just promise not to do something stupid, okey? I know how you fly and I swear if you pull some risky shit and die, I will come to wherever this afterlife is, and kill you again, understood?” Jake let go of me, saluting rigidly. “Understood, Ma’am.”

I pulled him down by his vest, pressing my lips against his. This kiss was filled with desire, pain and uncertainty. But I swore, that I would do whatever it would take to keep him safe. And I truly believed he would do the same. With that safety rushing through my veins, I ended the kiss, stepping back. “See you on the carrier, aviator.” I smiled tilting my head, watching him climb onto the wing of his jet. “See you soon, medic.” He answered, smiling at me, while he put on his helmet. Turning around I made my way back to Cyclone and the helicopter.

The flight didn’t take long. And while I was squeezed between Cyclone and what felt like tons of stuff, I learned, that the pilot was my old companion Mickey from Afghanistan. He was like me a total sucker for madness, so I wasn’t surprised to learn he volunteered for this mission. “Tell me, Wifey. Is there some man in your life, or do I still got a chance?” He playfully asked over the coms, not knowing the whole dagger squad was connected with us.

“Back off, man. She is taken by a real pilot.” I could hear the possession lacing Jakes voice. Mickey didn’t seem to be impressed that much, ignoring the unfamiliar voice in his headset. “Didn’t know you would fall for an aviator. I always thought you would go for a real man. A man that knows how to handle a combat and not just drop a bomb from thousands of feet of air.” Snickering he turned around to look at me.

“Stop it, Mickey. They don’t know you and probably now think you are a piece of shit. And to answer your question, you never had a chance.” I said, squinting my eyes at him. He placed one hand over his chest. “You hurt my feelings, little Lady. All this time I believed I was your favorite pilot, only to then be replaced by a voice in my head.”

Rooster laugh rang through the coms. “I swear, whoever you are… I really like you. We should go for a beer after this shit show here. My name is Rooster by the way. The best of this squad.”

“Shut up, Rooster.” Jake interfered. “And my name is Hangman. I am Lilliths boyfriend and the best. Because unlike little Rooster, I am already have to take downs registered in my file.”

“Still, Maverick has five. Makes him an ace and the best.” Phoenix interrupted him. “Phoenix by the way. I fly one of the double seaters with Bob. Say hi Bobby boy.”

“Hi… I… uh… I am Bob.” Bobs voice was quietly heard. Payback was the next to speak. “If we already are bragging: My name is Payback and if you ever find out, why I am called that way, then pray you are not the one on the receiving end.” His introduction had everyone laugh, remembering how he would throw out several people out of Pennys bar each Friday night. “Yeah. And I am Coyote. I am just existing. That’s all.” Jave spoke after the laughter had subsided.

“You have a cool team, Wifey. But still. I think we Marines are better.” Mickey cockily shot back. Our bantering got interrupted by the control tower on the ship: “Tower to dagger squad. Runway clear for landing. Mickey you can hover.”

So, we did. One by one I watched the squad land their jets on this short excuse of a runway. And with every time they managed to drop and catch the rope taut to slow their landing I was whisked away. I knew what good of a pilots my team were, but seeing them act it out whipped me from my feet every time. Once the runway was cleared from any jets, ropes and crew members, Mickey got the permission to land as well. Quickly the helicopter was unloaded, the bags stowed away and the quarters obtained. I was sharing with Phoenix. Bob with Maverick, Coyote with Jake, and Rooster with Payback.

Not even half an hour later, we found ourselves scrambled into the very small control room staring at a wall of screens. Cyclone was explaining what happened and what our mission would be. Apparently, the team was called to take down any aircraft in the airspace inside the US sea area. I was supposed to expand the team of medics on board, having detailed information on the medical history of the dagger squad. Nobody knew exactly why our borders have been breached and any signal towards the enemy ship wasn’t answered. And based on the route they were taking the as well didn’t seem to steer outside of our borders, making their actions officially an attack on the safety of US citizens.

I looked at the clock on the wall. Nearly 5 pm. That meant this meeting was about to be over and we could take our dinner in the great mess hall. My thoughts about nutritious but bland military food where suddenly disrupted by Cyclone addressing me directly: “Lieutenant Adams. After this meeting, please accompany Lieutenant Smiths to the medical quarters and get familiar with the area. This meeting ends now. You are dismissed. Mission tomorrow starts at 0800.”

“Yes, Admiral.” I quickly answered, letting my eyes scan over the crowd. A tall woman with brown hair smiled at me, identifying herself as Lieutenant Smiths. After we were dismissed, I waved my team goodbye, telling the I would meet them in the mess hall. Then I made my way through the crowd towards Lieutenant Smiths. She offered me her hand. “You can call me Cookie. Whats your name?” She had a bright angelic voice, I could not quiet connect to her tall, and fit statue. Shaking her hand, I answered the question. “Lieutenant Adams. But everyone calls me Wifey.”

She laughed at my name. “Wifey, huh? How did you get your callsign?” I tilted my head, smiling and following her through the corridors, trying my best to get them stamped into my brain. “My first deployment got me on a base where I was the only woman. Being the medic I was their contact person for any problem they had. And one day, when a Marine came in with a dislocated shoulder, I had to completely knock him out on medication, because he wouldn’t sit still. When he gained his consciousness back, he mistook me for his wife. After that, my name was set. How did you get yours?”

“I loved cookiees, so I used to dress up as the cookie monster from the sesame street back in elementary school.” She answered, pulling a small bag of cookies out of her pocket. “Besides that, I always carry a bag with me. You never know when you need them.” Opening the bag, she offered me one. I took it gladly, since this was the first thing I had eaten in the last hours.

After a while we reached the medical bay. Two men and another woman were waiting for me. Pointing towards a smaller thin man, Cookie started to introduce me to them. “This is Apollo, he got his name, because his last name is Armstrong. The woman next to him is Bambi. She got her name, because of her doe eyes.” A blond woman with big blue eyes waved at me. “The last one is Beetle. Whenever we are in an area with many insects, you can bet they all swarm around him. We haven’t figured out why yet, but the study is still running. If you have a guess, we take it, doesn’t matter how wild it is.” A tall darkhaired man with a mustache offered me a bitter smile. “Yeah, about that. If you ever need any insect or spider removed just call me. My presence alone will lure them in.”

After a short walk through the med bay, we made our way towards the mess hall. The dagger squad was already waiting on a long table, so we joined them. Luckily, they were connecting with each other quickly, so a was able to zone out. Letting my thoughts wander, while quickly shoveling down the food I thought about what would make someone act out this clear of a war threat with us.

It wasn’t that I was scared of the mission. But I was concerned with the plainness another nation was breaking a truce. What if this was something planned from a long hand, baiting the US military to act, then making us look like the aggressor? What would happen then? Would we be at war, with said country? What country even was it, that send out this ship? It wasn’t sailing under any flag, nor did it answer any calls. And worse of all, what if someone of my team would get hurt? I couldn’t do anything, if they get shot down somewhere over the ocean. And who could guarantee, they would be able to return alive with a rescue helicopter?

The longer I thought about tomorrow, the more agitated I got. Not noticing my leg jiggling, I was startled to feel Jakes hand on my thigh. “Whats wrong, darlin?” He quietly whispered into my ear.

“I am nervous.” I answered. “What if this is a trap? This ship isn’t sailing under a flag, not answering any calls. Who would do something like this?” His hand started to caress my leg, trying to calm me down. “I am sure its nothing. Probably just some miscalculation and they don’t understand us, or don’t get our calls. We will scout and that’s all. In and out quickly.”

“My guts tell me otherwise.” I mumbled, not looking up from my plate. Jake put an arm around me, pulling me into a hug. “Everything will be alright. Its normal to worry before a mission. Especially since your last got you kidnapped and tortured. But if something goes wrong, I will protect you and I promise to come back to you. Even if that means I have to slaughter a whole army by myself.”

“You are a jerk, Jake.” I laughed, letting my body sink into his. He laughed at my comment, getting up from his seat. “Lets get you into bed, darlin. Otherwise, I am sure, the enemy will turn their ship as soon as you would catch their eyes.” I squinted my eyes. “Is there something you wanna tell me, Bagman?” I threatened, causing him to raise his arms laughing. “Not at all. You look beautiful like a sunshine when you wake up. I am sure the creature crawling around in the kitchen making coffee is just in my imagination.”

“I hate you.” I grumbled, not taking the hand he offered me.

“No, you love me.” Was all he said, guiding me towards Phoenix and my quarters.

#hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman #top gun

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takenbypeter · 2 years ago

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Different In Every Way

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 1801

Authors note: I did not expect people to actually want to read that little fic idea I posted but so many of y’all wanted this so I did it. Y’all made this happen. Also reader is tan or brown however you wanna perceive this. I made it for myself tho really🤣 and I’m tan/brown.

Taglist: @spderm4nnnn

It was difficult to pinpoint when it all began. It was like one day Adam Warlock just appeared by your side and ever since then he’s been there. It was strange to you because he honestly didn’t seem the type to be interested in others, but he would go out of his way to talk to you. But you couldn’t help but think, what interest could you bring to him. You weren’t a guardian, you were just a Terran who lived on Knowhere. So at first you were confused by the way he seemed to constantly look for you.

In the beginning he came to you with simple curiosities, “what is this? What is that?” And you’d tell him, even show him if needed. Then he’d begin coming to you with other problems.

“But I don’t get it,” he’d say after dishing out how mad Drax had become once he brought up how useless he believed Mantis was and how she slowed Drax down.

“Mantis was an asset, she helped us see things that sometimes we couldn’t. It’s like you and your pet,” you pointed to the brown furry creature that he constantly had by his side on Knowhere. “He doesn’t offer you anything but companionship but would you say he’s an asset?”

Adam looked down at the animal that was cuddled on his lap before smiling a little. “I’d say so. He makes me happy.”

“Exactly, Mantis isn’t a pet but she is an asset. Plus bad mouthing people isn’t nice, so try to avoid that.”

“But you guys bad mouth each other all the time.”

“To the person's face, there’s a difference. Unless it’s a bad guy then you can say whatever you want about them,” you explain and he looks far off, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

“Some of your rules here are very confusing.”

You gave him a little pat on the shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll grasp it soon enough.”

After time conversations shifted from curiosities about the planet to curiosities about you. Sometimes it was simple like your favorite food and then after giving your answer he would want to try it with you. But other times it was just random things.

“Which member is your favorite of the new Guardians?” He’d ask as you two would be sitting on the balcony, his pet, Blurp sat in between as you people watched.

“Hmm, probably Cosmo.”

“What?!” He’d turn to you, offense clearly written on his face. “What about me!?”

You’d laugh looking down at cosmo who was messing around with Kraglin. “I’m sorry but just look at Cosmo,” his gaze follows yours to look down at the dog. “She’s so cute, I just wanna squish her face.”

“Okay okay, fine I can accept that…then who after Cosmo?”

“Hmm,” you’d scrunch your face and tilt your head, “I really really wanna say Rocket,” his jaw dropped and you finally looked at him, a little chuckle coming out from you, “but I think it’s you.”

Adam grew silent trying to hide the proud smile that was threatening to take over his expressions.

So yeah, chats with Adam were nice.

Then one day Drax, Nebula, and Groot were out at the center area, engaged in discussion as you were just coming out for a little greeting.

As you were passing by you waved and Groot said something that made you stop, “I am Groot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you came close to the group, “you know something I don’t know? What do you know?” You eyeballed the other two curiously. Nebula looked regular as always but Drax, Drax had a strange expression on his face like he was ready to explode…and then he did.

In laughter that was.

You stood there confused as his laughter bellowed out into the air.

“What is going on?” You asked, still haven’t gotten an answer.

Nebula rolled her eyes while Drax tried to talk to you through his fit, “golden boy…” he’d laugh again, “golden boy thinks you’re made of bronze!” He’d burst out again and you’d turn to Nebula with your expression practically begging for an explanation.

“When we were talking with Adam he constantly was bringing you up. We pointed it out and asked why and he said he has strange feelings towards you—“

“He said he has feelings for you because you’re just like him!!!” Drax would interrupt bursting into another fit. “He thinks you’re made of metal!”

That was news to you.

He likes me? Was your first thought but what you asked instead was, “he thinks I’m metal?”

Nebula continued, “yeah he thinks you’re copper or bronze because of your skin. We didn’t tell him he was wrong because we felt like that was your place.”

Drax continued laughing and Nebula had enough, “would you shut up already! It’s not that funny!”

“But…but he only likes you because you’re like him, but what’s he gonna do when he finds out you’re from Earth!”

“Drax!”

“I am Groot.”

“What? How’s that mean? I think it’s gonna be a hilarious story,” Drax said, turning to Groot.

You’ve heard enough, thanking them and glaring at Drax you went out to search for Adam.

All you could think while you searched was that now it all made sense why he came up to you specifically back then. It’s not like your skin tone was rare but I guess it stood out a little against the colorful skin that others had.

But did he actually only like you because of that?

Wait, did you like him?

You searched until you saw him coming out of one of the buildings across the way. You stood there unable to bring yourself to him.

Oh god you did like him.

I guess all that time you spent with him, you somehow gained feelings along the way.

His eyes looked around as if deciding where to go next.

“Don’t look this way. Don’t look this way,” you whispered frozen in place. His eyes stopped on you before the gold around them crinkled as his face spread into a grin.

Wait, what is he going to think when he realizes I’m from Earth?

Suddenly you didn’t even want to think about that conversation.

He took a step towards you and that was it, you immediately spun on your heel opting to have the conversation whenever you sorted your own thoughts out.

“Wait!” Is what you heard as you continued on trying to escape the golden boy. You made it all the way back to where you began, the main area where the others were. You couldn’t get too far though and Adam easily caught your arm, making you turn around in the action.

“I was calling you, didn’t you hear me?” He asked. He looked genuinely concerned for you which is definitely not a sight that you needed to see right now.

You glanced around at the others, awkwardly not wanting to talk about this with them there. Nebula and Groot looked away while Drax just put another Zargnut in his mouth, clearly entertained.

Like hell you were going to do this here. “Come here,” you took his golden hand and pulled him behind you leading him to the balcony where you two have spent many days together.

Once there you spun around and turned to him and without giving yourself any time to back out, you said, “I have strange, romantic feelings for you, and I think you have feelings for me.”

Adam was stunned by the comment. A few weeks ago he didn’t even understand what those feelings were, he had to talk to others to even understand what those feelings were. But now suddenly he finds out you have them too, he was ecstatic, he was happy, he was going to kill the person who told you that he had feelings for you.

The corners of his mouth pulled as he began to smile.

“But before anything happens between us, there’s something you should know.”

His eyebrows furrow. “What’s going to happen between us?”

Now was not the time to be explaining…all that, you shook your head and tried to continue, “nothing. Just…nothing. That’s not the point, the point is,” your hands curve as you motion to yourself, “I’m not made of metal.”

He says nothing, just looks at you eyebrows still together and you don’t even know what to make of that expression.

“I’m Terran. You know from Earth.” He still looked a little off, “like Quill,” you added and it finally seemed to click as he held out an, “ooohh.”

But again he looked confused, “but you and Peter…you look so different.”

“Yeah well while your planet comes in only one color, on my planet people come in all sorts of different shades and colors. Not bright colors, just very…neutral.”

Adam was silent again as he took in this new information.

You were from Terra.

Earth.

His mind seemed to be in its own thoughts while you stood there beginning to feel uncomfortable with what had to come eventually.

“Look, I know you like me because you think I’m exactly like you. But I’m just not.”

You don’t blame him if his feelings for you dwindle because of this, you weren’t ashamed of who you were but you were just disheartened that it turned out this way.

He was taking a while to respond and for a moment you wondered if you should just save you both the trouble and leave by your own two feet.

But then he spoke, “it’s true I believed we were the same, and that may have been the reason I searched for you. But in no way was that the sole reason for me gaining some certain feelings of emotion towards you. I believe I have these feelings because of our differences. You have taught me so much because of our different experiences, and that fact has not changed.”

He finishes his small speech and you don’t know exactly what to make of all that information, “so what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I still have fond feelings for you and if you’ll let me, I’d love for us to spend more time together. Solely the two of us.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you think he was asking you out on a date.

“I’d love that too.”

Adam smiles at you, his expression displaying a sort of idiotic happy type smile and all you could do was mirror it.

“See they’re smiling I knew it would work out,” Drax said from down below as the three peered up at you both.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s beautiful now, come on. We got things to do,” Nebula said while taking off ushering the others to follow behind her.

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blackbat05 · 2 years ago

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Changed Fortune

Adam Warlock x F!Reader (Modern AU)

Plot: You get your heart broken and find yourself reaching out to your closest friend who takes this opportunity to tell you what was on his mind all this while.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Cheers to Will’s special appearance on ‘The Bear’ as a chef for giving me ideas! Been obsessed with modern au lately. For @the-slumberparty monthly challenge! (Items: Sun Dress, Festival) Reblogs always appreciated!💜

Again.

Why do you always make the worst choices that involved negatively affecting your emotional well-being?

You had just dumped your boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend) after spotting him with a group of girls decked in high end clothing and a cake full of makeup on their faces pressing against him. He had seen you from afar and you find yourself in the middle of a rainy evening, attempting to get away from him.

Body on autopilot, you racked your brain for places to make your getaway. First, you needed a taxi. Praise the stars for once today as a yellow one rolls up the sidewalk. You don’t even bother hearing the rest of his pleas as you slammed the door, telling the driver to take off immediately.

“Where to Miss?” The driver, an elderly man with wispy white hair stares at you through the rear view sympathetically. You pause, trying to figure out the next step. Raindrops hitting the bonnet of the taxi, it was if everything clicked into place.

“The Warlock please.”

***

“There you go, one fish and chips with extra vinegar and salt.” Adam serves the dish to another regular customer who slaps a twenty on the counter.

“One day, you’re going to have to answer to Elsie why I’m out of the house every Thursday evening, rain or shine.” The man receives his change.

“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that Bart. Elsie is a lovely woman but I wouldn’t want to be her enemy. She’s a real firecracker.”

Bart laughs. “That you are right.” He hobbles away, off to find a seat in the crowd. Adam chuckles, cleaning the silverware. A buzz on his thigh alerted Adam of a call. Carefully fishing his phone out with wet hands, he places it on his ear.

“Y/N?”

"Hey." You choked, trying to keep a lid on your emotions. "Sorry, I know you must be busy."

Adam frowns. "It's alright. The crowd's more or less settled in. Are you alright?" Despite talking over the phone, Adam's instincts are as sharp as a razor. Hearing the concern in his voice, you had to take a deep breath to not burst out crying in the taxi. No, you will not cry for a jerk. Instead, you asked. "Do you mind if I come over?"

"Yeah, of course. We got fish and chips today."

"Do you think you could throw in a beer as well?"

***

"That twit. No, what a bloody arsehole." Adam huffs in indignation. "You were too good for him Y/N."

A part of you thought that Adam was merely saying this to cheer you up, but his golden locks that were ruffled by the time you had finished telling him what happened and his blazing eyes that could kill the fish that you were having again told you otherwise.

"I appreciate you getting mad for me Adam, but I've decided that I don't want to think about that slimeball anymore."

Adam pauses whatever diabolical revenge plan he had in his mind and nods. "I'm glad. Which also reminds me of something." He goes behind the counter and extracts two tickets from the cashier much to your curiosity.

"I have two tickets to the world food festival happening at the end of the month." He beams. "I was intending to go with Peter, but he had an emergency back home. I was wondering if you could come with me but now this isn't a question."

Yet again, you were reminded how lucky to have Adam as a friend. He looks at you expectantly and you can't help but to liken him to a golden retriever eagerly waiting for their reward.

"Sure. I would love to."

You laugh as Adam does a little jig and fist pump. "Yes! Meet me here at six on Saturday?"

"You got it."

*** You tugged at the hem of your sundress unconsciously. What if it was too much? Should you go back and change? What would he think?

Before you could even reach the entrance, the door opens, revealing Adam in a brown sweater and jeans that made his golden locks stand out even more. He sees you from afar and for a moment you’re not sure if he’s put on pause.

“Y/N! You look… amazing.” He breaths out as you walked closer. You see his eyes staring at your outfit appreciatively and you feel a flutter in your stomach.

“Thank you. You look great as well.”

Adam grins, causing your stomach to do a few flips. “Shall we then? The festival is just a 10 min walk away.”

Walking along the pier was healing itself. You feel the cool breeze on your face and sighed happily.

“I’m glad that you came along with me.”

“So am I. You’re right, Adam. I needed this.” You tell him sincerely. As the two of you neared the festival, you could see various lights being mixed together from the different booths, providing harmonious chaos. The smell of food wafts through the air, reaching your stomach that had betrayed you by giving a loud growl.

“Oops.”

Adam chuckles, grabbing your hand gently. “Good to see that you’re up for some food.”

Adam sees that you have reverted back to your old self in that moment, eyes almost giving off a maniacal glint.

“Oh, I was born ready. Let’s feast!”

***

This was the best place to let your senses come alive. For you? It was the aromatic smells and tantalizing cuisines that each booth had to offer. While Adam makes mental notes on how he could incorporate various cuisines into his current menu, you were busy chomping away.

“You are impressive, and I mean that with the utmost respect.” Adam laughs as you gobble down an egg waffle from the Hong Kong booth. You shoot him a playful glare that only made him want to tease you more.

“Hey, I have needs.” You crumple the empty paper bag, throwing it into the bin, unaware of the crumbs at the side of your lip.

“You have something on your lips.” Adam points and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You try to follow where he was pointing at but didn’t seem to get the spot.

“Here,” Adam moves closer to you. “Let me.” He reaches for your lip, brushing the crumbs away with his thumb. The contact goes as quickly as it came and you’re left momentarily stunned. Adam doesn’t notice as he walks ahead of you, turning back when he realizes you aren’t following.

“Keep up! We still have more to go.”

You groan internally. You and your tendency to overthink things. Still, you can’t help but to think about Adam and his actions lately.

***

“This Lo Mein is out of this world!” You slurp on another noodle as Adam holds the box on his hand, going in for another taste. “I think you’re going to have to drag me back home later. Actually, you know what? I’m going to get one more box for supper.” You grin, heading back to the booth where the kind elderly woman was pleased to see you.

“Ah! Silly old me. I forgot to give you this!” The woman passes you a fortune cookie. “Something for the road.” She winks, shuffling away to attend to her other customers before you could even ask anything else. Curious, you decide to unwrap the cookie to read the contents inside. Instead of a usual quote, you see familiar handwriting. One that you saw on the written menu at The Warlock.

Y/N, I thought long and hard about writing this. I don’t want to loose our friendship, but I can’t stand to see you being under appreciated by others who don’t see your value and inner beauty. God, my hand’s trembling as I’m writing this but I’ll say it. I love you.

Your thumb lingers over the last three words and the noise from the festival has now been reduced to white noise in your head. All this while, he was right in front of you and you were too dumb not to see it. Cowardly, even.

You suddenly think about Adam’s actions and care towards you - not just when you broke up with that trash, but when you needed someone by your side. How he had closed the shop one time just to make sure you could recover from the nasty flu, brushing off your concerns about the lost business.

“It’s only one day, Y/N. You are more important.”

You clutch the paper in your hand, craning your neck to look for Adam in the crowd. The need to find him surges and you dart in and out of the crowd. You weren’t going to make the same mistake. You were going to give him your answer.

You were to engrossed with finding Adam that you find yourself being elbowed at the sides due to the crowd. Loosing your balance, you shut your eyes, preparing to be squashed by the potential foot traffic when a hand reaches out to grab you and pull you away from the throng of people.

Adam’s steely eyes stares into yours, making sure that you were not hurt. “Guess I should have reconsidered my mode of confession.”

The rumble in his voice steadies you and you immediately hug him tight. This throws him off slightly but he eases into it, bringing his arms around your waist.

“Yes,” you muffled into his chest. “I love you too.” You look up at him with affection. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you. I’m sorry I was so stupid to realize only now.” You’re about to ramble on when he brings your lips to his, giving you the most earth shattering kiss.

How you willed time to stop. He parts, looking down at you. Adam tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Your answer was all I needed.”

A slight drizzle starts to spread across the festival and a moment of panic registers on Adam’s face at the sight of you in your dress. Not that you mind.

“Don’t worry, a little rain won’t hurt. In fact, it’s refreshing.” You hold his hand in yours. “You have space back at the restaurant? I think I may be staying for a while.”

Adam breaks into a grin. He locks his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him again.

“For you? You can stay as long as you like.”

#adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg 3 #modern au #navy and roo's sleepover #adam warlock x female reader #will poulter

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mcu-vanity-blog · 2 years ago

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GOTG 3 Review (done by the characters I care about)

Disclaimer: I didn't watch the Christmas special

Peter: Has a complete alcoholism arc in the first ten minutes for some reason? It's implied he's been drinking a lot since Endgame and then, like 15 minutes in, he says out loud "This wouldn't've happened if I hadn't been drinking" and then that's just the end of it? My brother in Christ, this movie is 2 and a half hours long, maybe cut that bit aye?

He is very much just another character in this entry. Most of his lines could easily be given to Mantis or Nebula and nothing would really change. Chris Pratt looks visibly unenthused to be here most of the time.

(New) Gamora: Honestly, could've been left out of the MCU entirely since her death in Infinity War. Zoe Saldana is the best part of every MCU film she's been in.

In this film though, she starts off with the Ravagers >> maybe learns that she's a slightly better person than she thought >> goes back to the Ravagers.

She's basically just sort of "also there" for the whole film, and is often just acting as a foil for Peter's arc (which, btw, is realising that this woman who looks like his dead girlfriend isn't actually his dead girlfriend; a fact he already knows).

Idk man, it's weird. I think Zoe just contractually had to be in this one?

Rocket: Is very much the main character of this film, but spends a good two-thirds of it asleep. You mainly see him in flashbacks where he's being abused/experimented on by the film's villain.

It's a very classic James Gunn thing I think; take a small and helpless guy and make the audience empathise with him because of how small and helpless he is. I guess it's not super nuanced in that way, but it's not necessarily an unenjoyable story for him.

It was weird that they decided to give us his origin in what is apparently the final entry of this trilogy though?

Like, "you've loved this character for 9 years now and this might be the last chance you get to see him and his friends all together again! How about we have sleep the entire time and, instead, explain exactly how he became who he was when you met him 5 movies ago!". It's kind of just silly (Dan Harmon articulates this idea really well here at 0:35-0:51).

Nebula: Gets more screen-time and characterization in this film, still not the most interesting character tho :/.

I also don't think that Karen Gillian can act :(. Would much rather have OG Gamora over her

Drax: Still just relegated to unfunny comic relief. His thing in the first movie was that his culture didn't have metaphors and he was a little careless/happy-go-lucky; he wasn't an idiot.

Ever since then? He has exclusively been an idiot.

Don't care, but feel sorry that Dave Bautista still has to play this role, even though he does very well in it <3

Groot: Again, hasn't been interesting since the first movie. He used to be this sort of mysterious, ancient, gentle giant type of character, but he's basically been just a type of sci-fi set dressing in all the movies since then.

I know James Gunn has said he's a brand new Groot from the one we see in that movie, but it's like... why? Compare the scenes of OG Groot to literally any scene of Gunn-written Groot and tell me which one is the more interesting character.

Adam Warlock: Surprisingly good. Unfortunately, he's that same James Gunn character of grown-up person with the mind of a child (think Killer Sharl in Suicide Squad), but it kinda works in this? I like that they let Will Poulter keep his accent and I look forward to seeing him written by more competent writers.

#gotg #gotg vol 3 #gaurdians of the galaxy #marvel #mcu #james gunn

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years ago

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WiP Word Search

I was tagged by @ejunkiet to find the words fight, promise, and love in my tangled up pile of WiPs.

Tagging @alittlestarling and @roguelioness and anyone else who wants to join in to find heal, jump, and give in their WiPs.

Fight - from the snippet collection titled The Werewolf, the Warlock, and the Noodle Boy

“This isn’t really any fun if you’re going to be distracted the entire time.” Astrid placed her training blade in the rack against the wall - when she realized Unit Bravo had a set similar to the ones she had used in college laying around in the training room’s storage, she’d asked to haul them out, even if it was only to run drills by herself and the rare match with Adam once she played to his more competitive nature.

Fiona had been right: Adam was a sore loser. Even so, his grumpy concession hadn’t dimmed the satisfying crack of the flat of her blade smacking him in the ribs and the fact that he had praised her technique meant she was practically floating a few inches above the ground.

The tablet she’d propped up on the sword rack so her friends could video conference their virtual practice session changed perspective, Marcus’ image taking up most of the screen. “Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

She picked up the tablet. “You know if you ever want to talk, I’m here for-”

The screen changed again as Tony spoke up. “Yeah, accidentally getting married is a lot of handle.”

Adam, who had been quietly working on reports on the other side of the warehouse, bolted out of his chair, the alarmed “YOU DID WHAT” heard from the direction of the training room ringing in his ears.

Promise - from an unnamed SoD2 story featuring Paxton and Rita during the early days of the apocalypse

“Pax, I’m fine,” she told him, gently tugging her hands out of his grasp as he frantically turned them over, checking for bites. “No broken skin.”

He frowned. “You punched that dead guy in the face.”

She shook out her hand and tried to lighten the mood. “Yeah. You’d think rotting skin would be a little softer.”

“With your bare hand. Rita, what would have happened if you’d gotten infected?” He reached out and roughly wiped at her bloody cheek with a rag dampened with the last of his canteen water, spatter from another one of those things easily coming off.

“We’re close to settlements, we have enough samples in our packs that we could see if anyone could generate a cure.”

“And what if they couldn’t?”

She tipped her chin up so she could look him in the eye. “Then you do what you need to do, same as I would do if you got infected.”

Strong arms drew her close, Paxton resting his cheek against the crown of her head. “I don’t know if I could do that.”

She pulled away. “Do you trust me to end this for you? Make sure that you don’t wind up like one of them? Keep you from infecting somebody and forcing other couples have to make the same decisions?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you should know that I trust you to end it if it were to happen to me.” Rita reached up and cupped his cheek. “If the worst happens, you do what you need to to and then you keep going. None of this if you go I go bullshit.”

“Rita…”

Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Promise me, right now.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “I promise.” He moved only far enough back to kiss her. “Just stop doing stupid shit that’ll bring your hands close to zombie teeth, okay?”

She grinned against his mouth. “No promises, Big Guy.”

Love - from the unnamed Roz/Rolfe fake dating AU

“You know,” he commented, handing her a glass of punch he snagged from a waiter. “Maybe you should relax a little if you want to convince anyone that you’re hanging out with the love of your life.”

“What?” Roz frowned, taking the offered napkin of bite sized cheeses without really noticing what Rolfe was handing her.

“I mean, I can’t blame you. I’d be distracted if I were in the presence of someone as handsome, charming, and witty as myself.” He winked at her raised eyebrow. “That was a joke. I’m not that full of myself. At least not most of the time.”

#WiP word search #thanks for the tag!

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i-do-trash-fanfictions · 4 years ago

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Summary: Ann finds out about Crow's leaving from Ikora after she hasn't caught sight of Thera for a few days. She hunts down Thera to see if she's doing alright.

Ann was the first to hear of Crow's absence. Not from Thera though, but from Ikora. Thera had barely spoken to her these past few days and Ann had grown worried. So her first thought had been, go find Crow. He always knew what was going on with her friend and had always been the first she had turned to when something seemed wrong with her. But, he wasn't anywhere in the H.E.L.M. She went to Petra Venj next, after all, she might know where Crow was since they both were in the H.E.L.M most of the time. Her only explanation was that she hadn't seen him and that she heard he was on assignment. So Ann went to Ikora.

"Ikora, ma'am!" Ann ran up to her and the warlock vanguard spun away from her view of the Traveler and the City.

"Yes, Angelica?" She responded kindly, though worry showed in her eyes after she caught Ann's worried expression.

"Thera's been... silent lately. I think if anyone would know what's going on with her, it'd be Crow, but I can't fin him. Petra didn't know anything of use. Do you know what's going on?"

Ikora's eyes widened. Thera's distance to the Tower made sense now. The Young Wolf had been going on assignment after assignment ever since Crow had left. Any little errand the Vanguard could offer that would get her out of the Cit, she went and did it.

"Crow left on assignment three days ago. He went on his own, to aid Lord Saladin in negotiations with Caitl."

"Crow's gone?" Ann asked, almost in hysterics. Her mind immediately went to the worst and that would be something went wrong in his and Thera's relationship.

Ikora nodded. "I'm not sure why he asked to get away from the Tower but he seemed very adamant on leaving."

"Where's Thera? Do you know?" Ann asked with urgency.

"A scouting mission on Europa. She's running errands for the Stranger now. I don't have exact coordinates but I'm sure Elsie can direct you to her if you go to her."

"I've got to go find her." Ann was about to turn and run off to reach her ship but Ikora stopped her.

"Ann?"

"Yeah?"

"How close were they, Crow and Thera?"

Ann knew what Ikora meant by the question, but refused to answer it herself "That's a question you've got to ask them." And then she ran off.

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"Elsie!" Ann ran to the exo as soon as she transmatted onto the soft white snow ground. "I'm looking for Thera, I heard she's here on Europa."

Oh Traveler, why hadn't she at least taken the time to put on warmer armor before she left. While the layer of underclothes provided some warmth, the metal and fabric of her armor didn't prevent all the cold from seeping in.

"I sent her scouting, on the outskirts of Cadmus Ridge. Why do you need her?"

"It's important that I talk to her," Ann explained.

"Come here," Ann followed the exo stranger into her small igloo-like hut. She opened a radar and pointed towards a pulsing red dot. "I put trackers on Guardians who come out here, that way I can find them through all the snow. That one's Thera." She pointed to the screen.

"Thank you," Ann said with a sigh, about to run off.

"Wait. Here," Elsie clipped a small device under Ann's cloak, a tracker. "Now go."

Ann ran out and mounted her Sparrow then zoomed off. And quickly Poppy paired Elsie's radar with the one on Ann's Sparrow.

They were up on a cliff when Ann saw her through the scope of her rifle. She was far off down below, speeding through the snow on her own sparrow, her cape fluttering behind her.

"Thera. Please answer this time." Ann had tried multiple times to get contact with her friend, but each time Thera turned the calls down.

Suddenly, the coms clicked. A sigh. "What is it?"

"Thera it's Ann. Look up. That cliff, on your right."

Ann watched as Thera's sparrow came to a halt and her head angled towards her. The young hunter waved her arms.

"What are you doing?" Thera asked.

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Crow."

There was silence.

"Come up here and talk to me. Please." Ann pleaded.

More silence. Then, "Alright."

It didn't take long for Thera to scale the cliff Ann occupied, and soon the two were sitting beside each other, legs dangling off the edge.

"So, what happened? Why'd he leave?"

Ann didn't waste any time and got right to the point.

"He found out Ann, about who he used to be. Savathun told him. He wanted time to himself after that, to think, and so he left."

"Are you guys... done?"

"No. He told me he still loves me, and that he'll come back. He just wants to be alone right now to process it all. Even though he isn't upset at me specifically, it still hurts. I was so used to him being here and now he's gone."

Ann nodded as Thera pulled her knees to her chest and held them there.

"That's why I'm out here doing assignments. I don't want to be near the Tower, the H.E.L.M, or my room right now. It all feels so empty."

"I understand. I still think you should've said something to me though, instead of just dropping off the face of the Earth like that. No one's heard anything from you in days."

"Yeah. Sorry. I just didn't want to talk about it then."

They sat in silence for a while before Ann said, "Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Don't turn into a zombie on me alright? I've heard from other Guardians how you used to be. Didn't talk to anyone, always holed up by yourself, barely even seen around the Tower. I don't want you to go back to that just because he's gone, because he'll be back."

"What if he comes to some revelation in which he comes to hate me? I should have told him Ann, and I didn't, so that witch bitch beat me to it. It would have been the honest thing to do. What if he hates me for that? What if he hates me for the part I played in killing him in his past life and-"

"Hey, you're drabbling in what-ifs again. He's not going to hate you. I don't think he could. He loves you too much."

"How do you know?"

"Who do you think he goes to when he needs an idea of what gift to give you? When he needs to know your favorite candies, or whether he should get the black or the brown leather jacket, or what candles you'd like? He doesn't go to Scout."

"He went to you, huh?"

"All the time."

Thera sighed and looked at Angelica. "I'm sorry for ghosting you. And I promise I won't become a zombie." She laughed some at that last bit and stood up, then dusted the snow off of her.

"Okay, good." Ann laughed too and stood.

"I've gotta go finish my scouting." Thera gestured with her thumb out over the cliff.

"Alright, you do that. Hey, I'm heading out tonight to that diner in the City, if you're up for it?"

"That sounds great right now. See you then?"

"See you then."

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changingourdestiny · 4 years ago

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Nightlight Part 1: Endless Night

Summary:

Fireteam Paralight awake to the Last City being plunged into darkness with the sun nowhere in sight. Ikora and Osiris have no doubt about it being the Vex's doing but with no answers on how to fix it, they turn to unlikely allies for them but familiar allies to Paralight: Mithrax and Tif of House Light.

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“I know I said to ‘party until the sun rises’…but this is NOT what I meant.”

Cayde and Fireteam Paralight all stood at the Helm’s front window at the endless night sky…at 11am. The sun hadn’t risen at all that morning with strange glitch-like wisps in the air. Rae let out a sigh, “Can…can someone pass me that cushion over there?”

“Oh, sure.” Crow picked up a nearby cushion resting on the war table and handed it to the Stasis Vanguard. “Thank you.” Rae calmly accepted the cushion and held it to her face before letting out a stressed and frustrated scream into the pillow. As her scream faded, Adam hesitantly spoke, “Are…are you ok, Rae?”

“My stress levels are PERFECTLY healthy, guys!” Rae said with a forced grin. “Uh huh…sure…” Blaze scooted away from Rae a bit as the sound of footsteps approached. Zavala and Ikora entered the Helm. “Thank you for coming on short notice.” Ikora began. “Figured we’d be called up here at some stage.” Blaze replied, “Usually when things take a turn for the crazy, we’re the ones that are called. And the sun being gone is kinda hard to miss.”

“Very true. With that said, allow me to deliver your briefing.” Ikora began, “As you saw, for the first time in humanity’s long and storied history, the sun did not rise. Osiris tells me it’s a Vex simulation that has plunged the City into an endless night. It seems they’ve found a way to harness our energy against us. And even in all his wisdom, Osiris can offer no solution.”

“To do something like this to the Last City…” Cayde muttered, “Whatever the Vex are planning, they’re confident enough to target our home turf.”

“That or they’re becoming desperate.” Zavala added. “The Vex rely on logic. Whatever their plan is, the chances of success for them are high enough for them to execute it.” Rae chimed in. “Rae’s right.” Ikora agreed, “I don’t know what will happen if we can’t break the Vex’s hold over the City. I do know that we must protect our people, no matter the cost.”

“Agreed.” Adam nodded. “So, what’s the plan? How’re we gonna pry the Vex’s robo-hands off the City?” Blaze asked. “The Vex are machines…” Ikora replied, “And no one understands machines better than the Eliksni. Osiris and I could only think of one we might turn to. And I believe you’re acquainted with him and one of his captains.”

“Wait…you mean…?” Rae perked up in realisation. Ikora nodded, “Mithrax, Kell of House Light. My spies report he claims to be among the last Sacred Splicers; those with the power to commune with machines. He may be our best and only hope.”

“I didn’t know he was a Splicer.” Rae muttered, “He never made it obvious during the times we met him and Tif never mentioned it either.”

“It makes sense that he would try to keep it hidden.” Crow replied, “House Dusk and the remnants of Salvation would find the abilities of Splicers useful against their enemies.”

“Hmm…fair point.” Rae said before turning back to Ikora, “Do we have any information on his location?”

“My Hidden report that both Mithrax and Tifawt were last seen on Europa, helping Variks evacuate Eliksni defectors.” Ikora explained, “Both the Vex and Eramis’s loyalists are down there hunting for survivors, shooting anything that moves. Be sure to shoot back. We need Mithrax alive if he’s to help us with our Vex problem.”

“Right.” Rae turned to her Fireteam, “You heard Ikora. Let’s hit the skies.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Fireteam Paralight hurried out of the Helm. Cayde went to follow but was stopped by Ikora. “No. You’re still in trouble for the last time you snuck out. Besides, we need all the help we can get for crowd control.”

Rae couldn’t help but feel sorry for Cayde as she heard his disappointed groan from down the hall.

“Oh, the Vex outside are frightful~ But the Light is so delightful~ Knock them down, blow-by-blow~ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~”

Blaze sang to herself as she shot down Vex after Vex with Firelight. “Nice Dawning carol.” Crow chuckled as he fired a round from Hawkmoon into a hobgoblin, “You should remember them for this year.”

“I’m already working on ‘Sainta Claus is coming to Tower’!”

Crow let out an amused snort at Blaze’s pun as Rae tuned into her comms, “Ikora, any luck on locating Mithrax?”

“You’re closing in on some residual signals. It could be Eliksni bound for House Light…or it could be more of Eramis’s loyalists.” Ikora replied. “I think I see an entrance in the ice.” Adam yelled from several feet away. “Let’s go say Velask.” Rae said as she slid down the ice into the hideout. The four Guardians landed with a faint clang onto the metal plating of the hideout. “Velask? It’s Fireteam Paralight. Is anyone here?” Rae called out before contacting Ikora again, “Empty. Looks like the Eliksni cleared out before the Vex showed up.”

“See if you can learn where they’re headed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Over here!”

Rae looked up to see Blaze by an Eliksni terminal with Crow typing away at it. “I think we found something. Some sort of looped audio recording.”

“I’ll patch it through to Ikora as well.” Crow added as he played the audio.

“-over their possessions. Trigger message repeat. This is Misraaks. To those who renounce the violence of House Salvation and seek refuge in the House of Light, I will be landing a Skiff near Asterion Abyss. Bring only what you need. We must prioritise survivors over their possessions. Trigger message repeat.”

“Asterion Abyss. That’s their rendezvous point.” Ikora began, “A single Skiff recently touched down near your position. It’s got to be Mithrax. Hurry, before he takes off.”

“Uhh…we should hurry but I don’t think he’ll be taking off.” Adam said as he stood near a cave opening looking over Asterion Abyss. In the middle of the ice and snow was a crashed ship with smoke emerging from it. “Oh no…we gotta hurry!” Rae exclaimed as she began to climb up the ice with the rest of the Fireteam not far behind. As soon as they were on smoother turf, the four Guardians summoned their Sparrows and began to speed across the snow towards the downed Skiff. “Mithrax sure is wrapped up in dangerous business, huh?” Blaze muttered. “It’s a bad time to ask for a favour, true.” Ikora replied, “But he and his House of Light still worship the Traveller. And due to your previous interactions with him and Tifawt, he’ll trust you more than the rest of us.”

“I just hope we’re not too late.” Rae sighed, “The second we get there, we secure the crash site and help any Eliksni that might have survived.”

“Crow and I can handle any Vex or Salvationists that are around while you and Adam can protect and heal survivors.” Blaze added.

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s move!”

Upon arriving at the downed Skiff, all that remained was the smouldering wreckage, Eliksni bodies, and Vex swarming the ship. Rae prepared to shoot at the Vex with Lumina when-

“HUS NE, SHER BA!!!”

A hobgoblin that was standing atop the wreckage was suddenly shoved off by an Eliksni captain from behind with two goblins that were standing either side of it getting sliced by arc blades. The captain wore purple, blue and grey armour with the usual furry mantle at the back and the back spikes. The armour looked slightly different to a standard captain’s, mainly the boots and gloves. That’s when Rae realised it. Only one set of arms. Short for a captain. And the last piece of evidence came when the captain punched a harpy with a Stasis-covered fist.

“Tif!” Rae exclaimed with a smile. As the last Vex fell, the captain spun around at Rae’s yell, only seeming to notice the Guardians’ presence just then. “Paralight!” The familiar voice of Tif came from behind the captain-esque helmet of the Titan. Tif ran up to Rae and hugged her, lifting the Warlock off the ground slightly as they did so, “Oh my Traveller, your timing couldn’t be better! We’re trying to evacuate Salvation defectors but the Vex-”

“We know. We actually came here looking for you and Mithrax.” Rae explained. “Wait. Really?” Tif cocked their head to the side before shaking it, “There’s no time to wonder. Misraaks is keeping the refugees safe but I don’t know for how much longer they’ll last. Please hurry!”

“Lead the way.” Rae nodded. “Berhane?” Tif began. “Pike is at the ready!” Berhane chirped as a Pike appeared beside the Titan. “Follow me!” Tif yelled as they hopped on and sped across the icy tundra, Rae and co. in tow.

Visibility decreased slightly as an icy wind blew in. “We should be close.” Tif yelled as they came to a stop, “Misraakskel, are you there? Paralight are here!” As Tif called out, Mithrax emerged from a nearby cave. He wore different attire compared to the last time Rae had met up with them. His upper right arm was heavily mechanised, and he wore a grey and purple helm. “Guardians, I find you in the Light.” Mithrax greeted, “And on your signal…Ikora Rey?”

“Mithrax-kell, it is an honour. We have been searching for you for a long time.” Ikora greeted from the comms. “This is known. You are not the only one with hidden eyes.” Mithrax nodded, “Many enemies pursue my House of Light. We did not wish to be found.”

“Then times are desperate for us all.” Rae chimed in, “The Vanguard need your help.”

“Oh yeah…the Vex have been messing with the City, right?” Tif began. “You know about that?” Blaze asked with surprise. “Yes. Vex systems pulse with talk of the City’s Endless Night…but my people demand much protection.” Mithrax explained, “If Paralight could assist Tif and I in blinding the Vex here, we can speak more without risking bloodshed.”

“Blinding the Vex…we’ll do whatever you need, Mithrax-kell.” Rae nodded. Mithrax motioned for the Guardians to follow as he ran to a large clearing in the ice. He held out his mechanical arm that began to glow as a sudden pulse of Vex energy opened up a hole in the ice, “I have opened the door for you, Guardian. Will you walk the path of the Sacred Splicer?”

The four Guardians glanced at each other before nodding. “We’re ready.” Rae replied. “You might wanna hold onto your tummies!” Tif suggested, “I did this once and it gets weird. WHOOHOO!!!” Tif jumped cannonball-style into the hole with Fireteam Paralight jumping in after them. In a flash of light, the Guardians found themselves slowly descending onto a series of teal, geometric platforms in a vast purple void filled with geometric creations emerging from below. “Is this…some sort of Vex simulation?” Rae asked as they touched down. “The path before you is no illusion.” Mithrax explained through the comms, “You venture through the Vex domain itself, where the machines guard their most precious secrets. I will clear the way. Tifawt, can I count on you to guide the Guardians?”

“Yes, Misraakskel!” Tif responded with a smile.

“Very well. Good luck, Guardians.”

Rae looked out at the vast space before her and sighed, “Alright. Let’s start the crazy.”

To Be Continued…

#Changing our Destiny #rae drakyx #blaze kiria #adam bergfalk #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #ikora rey #destiny ikora #Zavala #destiny zavala #the crow #destiny crow #fireteam paralight #tif kariuki #mithrax #destiny 2

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kimhargreeves · 5 years ago

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Misunderstood-Adam Warlock x Reader

A/N:I decided to have some fun since I have slowly been getting into the character of Adam Warlock. I know things might not be accurated to his character but like I said I wrote this for fun and kinda hope something similar could happen in GOTG3 since we finally have James Gunn as director. I would love to see Cody Fern portray Adam but I know it won't happen, i've seen some amazing fanart of him as the character so I decided him as Adam.

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"Here she is as promised."

Ayesha declared and her guards came on out holding Nebula tight. "Never though we'd be seeing her again." Peter mutters leaning down a bit so I can hear. I chuckle at my brothers words and agreed with him.

"We have to retrain her so she doesn't kill us once we get into the ship." I listened to my brother Peter and Ayesha exchange some small talk.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes but she probably could tell how tired I am of listening to her. "Maybe I should send you off, your sister seems to want to leave." Her golden eyes stare at me like the rest of her people and Quill too.

He waves his hand dismissively, "There's nothing to worry." Gamora sends his a look and Quill's smile faded and he apologized to Ayesha and told her we would be leaving.

I felt every Sovereign eyes on us and saw Rocket walking along side me. "Pshh look what I got." I looked down and saw him open up his bag and saw the batteries we were to deliver them.

"Nice going." I whisper back fighting the urge to chuckle at what he stole. The Sovereign and I had a rough past..Peter and I were back then working for the Ravagers and I came across their race and had some run ins with them. Ayesha was curious about me and I could tell she was trying to figure something out since she kept asking specific questions.

It didn't take long when we met up with a man, Ego. Our father who is a celestial, which makes Peter and I have celestial and human. The three of us bonded and listened to our mixtapes but that was quickly torn from us when he revealed to be a villain.

We defeated him with Yondu's help. The man who raised us both, he sacrificed himself for Peter and I. We didn't know what else to do or go when we lost him, but then a man landed on the window and introduced himself as Thor.

Thor this god of thunder spoke about earth mightiest heroes called The Avengers which made me extremely curious since I hadn't been to Earth since I was a kid.

To say the least things didn't go as planned like always. Thanos captured Gamora and killed her to get the soul stone. Right when we were fighting him later on with Spiderman, Doctor Strange and Iron man, most of us disappeared.

Half of the humans on earth turned to dust. From our team only Nebula, Rocket and I survived the snap. It was a very rough time on me which made me depressed and took life more seriously since then.

We reunited once more and went back in time to get the stones. We lost two heroes that day on Earth but everyone was back. I had my brother back and refused to leave his sight, even if he was still depressed about Gamora.

Asgardians of the Galaxy. Thor began calling our team when he came along us claiming he had nothing left on Earth and wanted some adventure.

"Stop that right now that's mine!" I heard crashing behind me and continued listening to both men bickering. My brother and Thor don't get along at all.

"Do you even know who you are talking to human?" Thor laughed and Peter kept glaring at him.

I turn to my side and exchanged looks with Kraglin. "I feel sorry for you." He said playing with his arrow and I sighed tiredly and rubbed my eyes.

"Guys can you stop for a second-" "No!" Both men snapped at Mantis who pouted and went back to Drax's side.

"I got a strange signal coming from this planet. We have to hurry before something comes up." I point at the coordinates and Peter hurried and began to make some jumps.

Peter and I hurried to the window and saw a strange planet. "What do you think is expecting us?" I ask when the ship comes to contact with the ground and Peter grabs his guns and I grab mine.

"I don't know but we have to remain vigilant." My brother whispers and we all jumped down and aimed our weapons up in case something we're to attack us..and it did...

We found Gamora alive and back but she wasn't alone, the Sovereign had sent someone to stop us and hold Gamora captive. Adam Warlock. Ayesha had created him to become the perfect being to destroy us.

..Even though I hate the Sovereign..I gotta admit he's attractive.

He has the same golden colored skin and hair like his race but his eyes are completely white and glowed whenever we became angry. He kept his glare on us and nearly defeated us, he began having second thoughts on us when we tried explaining to him what happened back then with his race.

He was like a kid, trying to find out what is good and right. Confused about many things, Ayesha didn't even bother on teaching him many things since she was only focused on him to defeat us.

Ayesha was not happy at all when he decided against hurting us. Peter had Gamora again and we were all resting up with Thor keeping his eye on Adam in case something wrong would happen.

I glanced to behind me and saw Thor glaring at Adam while holding stormbreaker. "What is this?" I ran to Adam's side and saw what he was holding.

"That is a mixtape. Peter and I regularly listen to music it's what we humans love." I try to explain. Adam kept his glare on the item them looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"It seems useless." He said gently holding the mistake out for me to take. I did and pouted at him being so serious and cold.

"How about this?" I held up a device which belonged to Peter but Adam paid no mind to it and kept his eyes on a rubix cube.

"How's the stoic guy doing?" Rocket came in and looked at the Sovereign who was testing the cube out.

"I am Groot."

I blushed at Groot's words and tried shushing him. "Shh what? Nooo I don't." Rocket looks at me and winks. He knows too!

"You like him don't cha?" The raccoon touches my leg and I try to ignore him but found myself staring at Adam who less than a minute resolved the cube matching its colors.

"Isn't he fascinating?"

I jumped when I felt a presence begin me and saw Drax staring at me and eating chips. "I still got it." He said to himself and left with a smile.

"What's going on here?" Peter asked stepping inside the room with Gamora. Thor looked at all of us and pointed at Adam.

"Keeping my eye on him."

I give him an angry look and mouthed everyone to leave. They slowly did not wanting to and I stayed put and saw Adam staring out at the window. "I don't blame your friends for not trusting me. I have son many terrible things in my short time."

Adam confessed and slowly I stepped closer an closer to him. "Ayesha was being horrible to you, not considering your feelings above all. She shouldn't have forced you to come for us..thanks for not killing me by the way." I joke but as usual he doesn't laugh or crack a smile.

I frown when he says nothing. "You're half celestial arent you? I sensed this from you when I fought you." Adam says staring into my eyes and looking angrily outside again.

I step closer until I reached him. "My father was one..he used me and my brother to have more power. To become unstoppable and a god. I feel what you're going through in your short time you have done awful things..."

"Adam.." He looked confused when he looked down and I held his head and rested my forehead against his.

I felt his hands on top of mine but slowly he pushed me back and stared down at me looking quite sad. "I can't..if I stay I'll harm you all."

Adam then walked past me and I hurried before he could leave the ship. "Adam..please don't." I grabbed his hand not fearing if he might do something.

This kinda of reminds me of how Wanda treated Vision back then when he was alive.

I closed my eyes shut and felt Adam kiss the top of my head and when I opened my eyes I saw him giving me a small smile. "Until we meet again, (Y/N)."

I nodded my head slowly and wiped my tears away and gave Adam a reassuring smile. "Next time we meet each other let's go on a date!"

"Date?" He asked confused and tilted his head.

"Its what humans do when they like each other..i'll show you when we meet again."

"Is this something important humans normally do? What happens when they go on dates?"

"From what I know most of them stay in contact and quickly fall for each other and have..umm certain feelings they unleash when they love each other." I say trying to make things more awkward for me.

I blush when I try to explain to him. I hear Adam chuckle stared at him confused, "I know about sexual reproduction, there's no need to feel ashamed. I would like to try it."

I can feel my entire face go red and I shyly looks at him. "Until we meet again, Adam." I sadly waved at him and watched him leave.

#marvel #marvel imagine #cody fern #adam warlock #celestial #sovereign #peter quill #marvel adam warlock #adam warlock x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gamora #nebula #mantis #drax #rocket #marvel x reader #cody fern for adam warlock

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symphonic--chaos · 5 years ago

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Okay, so as a forewarning @crispyoperawolfdean , it’s not exactly like you requested. In order to stay true to their character, I had to make some sacrifices to the request and fill it in with what would be more likely to happen. I hope you’ll still like it!

It was Max's fifth birthday and Magnus was busy holding the chair for Alec as he put up the streamers along the wall. It was totally feasible for Magnus to do it with a simple wave of his hand and a little magic to set the streamers in place, but this way came with a nice view. "Magnus!" The warlocks mind snapped to as he hummed in question, his eyes focusing on Alec's face instead, the one looking down at him in both amusement and disbelief. They trailed down as the Shadowhunter wiggled his hand a bit, the empty tape roll rattling in the container. "We need more tape. Were you staring at my ass?" "No, not at all, Alexander. Why would I? It's not like it looks like it was sculpted by the skillful hands of Michaelangelo, a grace of the Gods to me, a lowly plebian. You haven't been doing weighted squats at the gym, no, absolutely not. You know, the pants you wear don't only accentuate your front, but the ba-" "Tape, Magnus." Alec interjected, rolling his eyes as he offered the empty container again. A grin broke the neutral line of his mouth, 'bitch face' as Izzy called it, as Magnus grumbled over his poetic 'Ode to Alec's ass', stopped in its tracks. It was his turn next though, as Magnus walked away. Alec's eyes swept over the tall, lithe figure of his husband as a wistful sigh passed parted lips, shifting right as a movement caught his attention, Max giggling in delight as Rafe chased him through the hallway. Alec had made it Rafe's job to distract the small blue one, to keep him out of the living room until the party started, and he knew it was a job the boy would take seriously and do well. "Tape, good sir." Magnus announced, giving a bow as his hand offered up the now full container with a flourish. His smile was bright when he straightened, Alec's laugh amused at his playful antics. A knock at the front caught their attention and Magnus gave a soft pat to Alec's rear with a playful wink to accompany it as he stepped away to answer the door. The bright smile remained on Magnus's face as he opened the door, only faltering the slightest bit when he saw a nervous woman on the other side. Her dark hair was frizzed and curled at the end, her eyes equally as dark and shifting from the door to the hallway where she'd come off the elevator and soon to Magnus. Seeing her go pale when she looked at him had Magnus's smile become forced. The hand hidden behind the door curled immediately as he did the quietest snap he could, a wall and ward forming and blocking off the hallway to the kids' rooms where they were currently playing. "Can I help you, miss?" Magnus asked as pleasantly as he could, though the tiny hairs on his body were standing on end, getting the worst energy off of the nervous woman in front of him. "I... I'm...Um... Are you Magnus Bane?" She finally managed, her fingers curling and tugging at the hem of her rumpled shirt, which looked like it had seen better days. She didn't look dirty or unkempt per se, like the poor homeless that Magnus tried to help every now and then, but like she'd been traveling a long while. Magnus inhaled quietly, his fingers curling around the edge of the door as he kept his ground in the doorway. She smelled of jasmine and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. "...Yes, and you are?" "N-Natalie. I... I was told to come here because you, um... You have my baby."

Magnus couldn't help the blatant look of shock that came across his face before his brows furrowed and he looked back into the apartment, searching for Alec, who must have heard the words because he was headed over to the doorway as well. "I'm sorry, but we don't have any babies here. You must be mistaken," Alec said as he came to stop beside Magnus. Magnus inhaled again and he swore he knew that smell, something on her was so familiar and he knew it so well, but his brain wouldn't process what it was. His magic tugged from within, trying to pull what it was and suddenly he felt like a vampire, trying to sniff out what made someone smell the way they did. It would have been humorous to him were his heart not pounding in his chest. "He isn't a baby, he'd be... Four, almost five. I left him on the church stairs because I didn't know what else to do, and I was told that was a safe place. I've been looking for it for the past month, but I haven't been able to find it again..." She started, looking between the two men as she seemed to curl in on herself, almost as if she was hesitant to finish. "He's... Blue." Alec felt his heart drop into his stomach as his head whipped to the side to look at Magnus, who looked equally as paled as the woman was. He watched Magnus's Adams apple bob as he swallowed hard, watched his fingers tighten around the door frame. "How... Did you find this place, may I ask? And hear about me?" Magnus soon asked, his voice quiet and almost steely. "I...know people. Like you. They told me that his father was a..." "Demon." Alec finished when her voice tapered off, his arms coming to cross over his chest. "What do you want with him?" Magnus noticed that Alex purposefully neglected to say Max's name, relief flooding him that they were on the same page- neither wanted to give her that power over knowing their son more than she should have. "I...I want him back. I know what I did was wrong, but you have to understand that I wasn't expecting a blue baby and I didn't know what to do because I was just 19 and--" "No." Magnus said firmly, his voice cold. "I'm... I'm sorry?" "I said no. You can't have him. Legally he's our son, we have the papers signed and declaring so. You don't get the right to just come back after four or five years and say you want him back." Alec was shocked at the deeper, colder tone Magnus's voice had taken on, shocked at how his mindset had changed in just a few years when he'd been so uncertain on finding Max, in being a father. "But I'm his mother." Natalie said as her eyes narrowed, her tone losing that nervousness and gaining a tinge of anger. "You were his mother. You lost that right when you abandoned him with a note saying, 'Who could ever love it?'. It. You called that beautiful baby an 'It'. What, because he was blue?" "Because I PANICK--" "I don't care. You didn't come to ask for help, you came to abandon him like trash. Most people look for help with they panic and you didn't even bother trying. You left him, called him an 'It', and you aren't his mother anymore." "I--" Natalie started, looking to the silent Alec as if he would help her case, make Magnus reconsider or think about it. Unfortunately for her, Alec was stone faced and looked as thrilled as Magnus was, which, frankly, was not at all. "It's not possible. We've adopted him, legally, and that's not going to change." Alec words were quiet but firm, though Magnus knew there was a fire raging as equally within him. "I can go to the police and-" "And what? You do realize that once a child has been adopted, the biological parent has the hardest time getting them back, right? And you'll plead your case by telling the judge your story about how you left your naturally blue baby on the stairs of an invisible Church to be taken care of people that crowd control demons and people that have magic that come out of their fingertips." Another woman's voice floated from the shadows down the hall. Magnus shifted enough to look out, seeing Lily emerge from the corner beside the elevator, a small birthday bag in her hand. She would never admit that she liked the kids, but Magnus and Alec both knew that after the Rafe ordeal, all her visits 'just because' was to check up on Rafe and in turn, she loved Max as much. "You'll sound absolutely insane and the judge will probably just lock you away in a looney-bin." Lily finished as she approached the doorway, offering a smile to Alec and Magnus. The words had been harsh, but both parents knew it was true and judging by the look on Natalie's face, she knew it as well. With a quick inhale and a forced huff, she turned on her heels and rushed down the hallway to the elevator, leaving the trio to watch her go until they disappeared back into the apartment, the door closing with a firm click of the lock. -- ".....duérmase pedazo, de mi corazón." Magnus finished the quiet lullaby as his fingers stroked through Rafe's hair, the boys body beside his own as they rested in his bed. Where normally Rafe's eyes would be heavy and the boy soon fast asleep, Magnus noticed that tonight he was still awake and with a worried look on his face. "Rafe, what's wrong?" Magnus asked as his hand stopped in the boys hair, instead moving to stroke his cheek with his thumb, giving a gentle and soft squeeze to the soft pink mound that was still plump with baby fat, though diminishing. Rafe was silent as he looked at Magnus before he turned his face away, little white teeth catching his bottom lip in a nervous habit Magnus knew Rafe picked up from him. Magnus frowned at the silence and while he never pushed the kids to tell them things, rather teaching them that they could come to their parents when ready to talk, he'd never seen Rafe look as nervous as this. "Baby..." Magnus's tone carried the worry despite his attempts to mask it. Rafe's words were soft and in Spanish, something Magnus knew he only did when he was upset or scared. "If ... If someone was trying to take Max away from the family, you wouldn't let him, right? He's my brother. He's our family. No one can take him away, right?" Red flags went off in Magnus's mind at those questions and he swallowed as he forced his body to not tense. Why was this suddenly a question? He'd blocked off the hallway a week back on Max's party, there would have been no way the kids would have heard the conversation. "Of course not, mi corazón. No one will ever take Max. Not from you, not from me, not from your dad. You know we'd fight for him and protect him, the same way we would fight for and protect you, no matter what." It was hard to muster up the words when his thoughts were going a thousand miles a minute and every single inch of him wanted to be up and in Max's room, as if Rafe's words meant there was someone in there about to snatch up his little blueberry. Rafe still had a hint of worry on his face, but Magnus could see the relief in the dark eyes that watched him, trusted him. "Get some sleep and if you need to, we'll talk more about it tomorrow morning over pancakes, alright?" Painted nails were brushing through Rafe's hair once more, a soft and lingering kiss pressed to the boys forehead as Magnus tried to collect himself, using the contact to ground himself. "Magnus, what's wrong?" Alec asked from the couch as Magnus walked briskly to Max's door after shutting Rafe's. When Magnus didn't answer, too set in his way, Alec placed the book on the couch and stood to follow him into Max's room. "Babe?" "Max, baby, wake up, bapa needs to talk to you." Magnus whispered as his fingers curled around Max, gently squeezing the boys arms and sending a small pulse of magic into the blue skin as if trying to assure himself that Max was there and alright. The gentle spark of energy pulsed back to his fingertips, a comfort system they'd established between them to remind each other that everything was okay. "Nnngh?" The boy groaned as his fists rose to rub at his eyes, his body limp and lazy as he was hefted up into Magnus's arms and cradled to him. Alec sat in the now empty space, watching the two as a feeling of dread spread through him, Magnus's vibes and energy off-putting and unlike the ones he'd had when they split to put the boys to sleep. "Max, are you afraid someone is going to take you away from our family?" Magnus asked, looking down into the blue eyes that were on Alec first, then up to Magnus, clearly startled at the question. "What?" Alec tensed, his gaze shifting from Max to Magnus as the smile he'd had for the boy dropped from his face. "What are you talking about?" "Rafe asked me if we would ever let someone take Max away from us, and I..." Magnus paused as his magic tugged and a familiar scent hit his nose. "Magnus--" Alec started, but stopped when Magnus nuzzled into the boys neck like a dog looking for a buried treat. Despite his alarm, Max couldn't stop the giggle from being tickled by both the nuzzling and Magnus's hair. "Max, I need you to be honest with me, baby. Have you been talking to a stranger?" "How is he going to talk to a stranger if he's always with us?" Alec asked, though his gaze soon followed Magnus's to the mirror in the room. Max was quickly handed over as Magnus moved off the bed and to the mirror, noticing the smell only got stronger as he did. The same smell that had been on Natalie, and the same smell he could suddenly find on Max. Magic leaked from his fingertips as they swiped along the edge, his teeth gritting together as he felt a wave of dark magic pulsing off of the center. "Max, I need to know right now. Has there been someone here?" Magnus's finger pointed to the middle of the glass, which shattered, confined in a blue cocoon as his magic spread across the surface once Max nodded in confirmation, tears trailing down his face. Magnus muttered something under his breath and soon the frame of the mirror creaked and groaned, curling in and folding on itself until it finally made a pop noise and disappeared into thin air. The magic dispersed through the room, scattering across the walls and along the floor and ceiling as a ward weaved itself in the air, bringing a new level of protection to their apartment. Alec soothed Max, rocking him and holding him close as the little boy cried, burying his face into Alec's shirt as his fists clenched his father's shirt. "Bapa's not mad at you, we're just worried," Alec assured, his hand cradling Max's head as he pressed a kiss to the top of the boys head. Magnus took in a deep breath, feeling every bit on edge as he finally moved to sit on the bed with them. "Can you tell us who you were talking to?" "A-a... blue... man..." Max said between sniffles, rubbing his nose against the soaked area of Alec's shirt, of whom didn't seem to mind at this point. "H-he camed on my buh-buh-birthday an' h-he said that he-heeee's m-my real d-daddy." Magnus could feel his heart breaking with each struggled word as the boy sobbed them out and he could see Alec's eyes prickling with tears as he tried swallowing and forcing them back. "What did you tell this man?" Magnus asked slowly, his fingers reaching out to wrap around Max's own little ones, which gripped the longer digits tightly. "I-I told-ed him that he was l-lying." Max said softly, a hiccup interrupting his words. "I said t-that my daddies w-were you. And he s-said that I had to come with him or he'll... H-he'll hurt daddies and Rafe." "Max, what is Elyaas?" Magnus was quiet, his fingers clutching the edge of the bed, only continuing once Max responded with 'a demon'. "And do we listen to them when they tell us lies and try to tempt us?" "N-n-no." "We both have demon blood in us, Max, you and Bapa. But the demon in the mirror is bad, very very bad. He... He might be your real daddy--" "Magnus-" Alec sounded alarmed as he looked up at Magnus, thinking they both should discuss explaining Max's parentage to him first, rather than at a time when Max was so upset. Magnus only shot him a look saying 'Trust me' in return and while Alec did trust him, his body language remained on edge. "He might be your real daddy, since your daddy is a demon. We will never know because we won't let him come scare you anymore. But he's dangerous, Max, all of our daddies are. Your real daddy, my daddy. Especially if we're powerful, like you and I. All they want is our power to make them stronger. That's why I have you talk to Elyaas. This man is the reason why I need to help you grow strong and smart. You're already so, so very smart, but I need to help you learn to be smart against them. Do you understand?" Max had finally stopped crying, his breathing simply just small hicks of breath as he listened to Magnus, watching him from where he had tried burying himself into Alec's chest. "Uh huh," he said with a small nod and a pout of his lips. Magnus offered out his arms and Alec helped Max scramble over, the boy burying his face in Magnus's neck as his arms wound tight around him. Magnus looked to Alec, they both knew they would have to ward the room better than it already was and now both knew they would be more wary around mirrors. "Max, don't forget, we'll never be mad at you for talking to us," Alec said quietly, rubbing Max's back as his free hand met Magnus's seeking one, their fingers lacing. "We'll always protect you, and if a stranger or anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes you scared, that's what we're here to protect you from. Ideally we don't want you talking to them in the first place, but..." A shift at the door had Alec ready to spring up and protect the two, but seeing Rafe peeking in brought him down. His hand reached out in offering to the curly-haired boy, who soon entered the room to take the hand and clamber up onto Alec's lap. "And Rafe, if you ever are scared for you, or for your brother, please don't be afraid to tell us. We're your daddies and it's our job to make sure you always feel safe." Alec's arms wound around Rafe, holding him close and, for once, the boy didn't seem to protest. "So...Max isn't going anywhere?" Rafe said hopefully, looking at his little brother, who soon turned his head to look over at Rafe. "No, Max is staying with us, always, no matter what anyone says, no matter who comes around trying to tear us apart. We're family. Lightwood-Bane's, all of us. Right, Magnus?" Magnus nodded in agreement, his rings flashing in the light from the small tableside light beside them. "Always, and nothing will change that. Are you... are you happy we're your daddies?" He wasn't sure why he was so hesitant to ask, he would have hoped so after five and three years respectively that they were happy in the home and not hiding anything. Rafe was immediate to nod, looking quite eager as he said 'Yes'. Max was silent, but his little slim fingers reached up and out, one hand touching Magnus's jaw and the other touching Alec's hand. Both could feel the soft warm pulse that came from his palms and the bright smile to follow eased every worry that Magnus may have had on the issue. "Happy. I won't talk to strangers. Our daddies, no demons." He said, watching the smile spread across Alec's face, seeing the pride there at his words. "What do you say we all have a sleepover?" Magnus offered, seeing Max and Rafe perk up. That night they would all share Alec and Magnus's bed, safe and protected, just as promised.

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aziraphalesrarebooks · 6 years ago

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Five Little Pumpkins

Nanny reads to a young Warlock before bed.

Inspired by the book “Five little Pumpkins” by James Dean that I have been reading nonstop the last 2 weeks to my preschool class.

This is straight up Halloween Warlock and Nanny fluff

Read here, or on AO3

It was the Wednesday before Halloween. The Dowling household was prepping for its annual Halloween party. The staff was working overtime to finish preparations in time for the party the next evening.

Inside, upstairs in a bedroom was a three-year-old Warlock and his Nanny; who at that very moment, was at her wit’s end.

“Again!” the little boy exclaimed.

“My little beast, we have read it 3 times already. We have so many others to choose from…”

“Again!” he interrupted.

Crowley sighed.

In a care package from his maternal grandmother had arrived a book he wanted nothing more to incinerate.

Picking up the small hardback book, he began to read.

Pete the Cat: Five Little Pumpkins.

“Five little pumpkins sitting on the gate” he read, Warlock, saying the words with him.

“Ah, a witch!”

Crowley chuckled, tucking the little boy closer into his side.

He turned the page, “The first one said, ”Oh my! It’s getting late!””

“Oh my!” said Warlock.

“The second one says, “There’s witches in the air!””

Warlock rubbed his face against his Nanny, snuggling deeper into her warm embrace.

“The third one said, “But we don’t care!””

Crowley glanced down at Warlock, he was grinning from ear to ear. His dark eyes met yellow, “Nan-ny” he whined, turning the page impatiently.

“The fourth one said, “Let’s run and run and run!””

Warlock had his little fingers wrapped around one of his Nanny’s hands, rubbing his thumb in circles as he happily listened to her read.

“The fifth one said, “I’m ready for some fun!”

Crowley turned the page, “Ooh, Ooh went the wind.”

He paused dramatically, and said, “Out went the lights.”

The lights suddenly turned off, his little jack-o-lantern illuminating the room.

“Ahh!” Warlock squealed, giggling.

Crowley pressed a kiss to his hairline and the bedroom lamp turned back on.

“And the five little pumpkins, rolled out of sight!”

Crowley turned to the next page, “Happy Halloween!” both Warlock and Crowley said together.

“Now, are we sleepy yet?”

“Mm, Nanny?”

“Yes, hellspawn?”

“I love you!”

His heart clenched, he loved him too. He was a child, a child he often had trouble believing could ever be related to his brother.

It was even worse to think that in 9 years’ time, this little boy whom he’d come to love so very much could end the world, end everything.

He felt tears forming behind his eyes, “I love you too, so very much hellspawn. You must always remember that, no matter what happens.”

He sleepily nodded his head.

Crowley extracted himself from the bed, taking extra care to tuck in the child. Dropping another kiss on his forehead and ruffling his dark hair as the child’s eyes closed for the night.

He turned the lamp off, and then the baby monitor. He turned around once more to look at the child sleeping happily in the bed, “I love you,” he whispered before making his way into his bedroom.

Pepper and Jeremy had decided to take a weekend trip to the country, citing a need for alone time, emphasis on the alone.

Warlock and Adam were babysitting little Ruth, she was just like her mother and the apple of her Uncles’ eyes. They had set her up in the guest room and had been trying for the last two hours to get her to sleep.

“That’s it, I’m calling Nanny.”

Adam grimaced. “He’s never going to let us live this down.”

“If he could get me to sleep as a kid, I’m willing to bet he has a few tricks up his sleeve.”

He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“Warlock? What’s wrong?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

“Nothing! Sorry! It’s late, I wasn’t thinking… it’s just…”

“Ruth isn’t sleeping, is she?” asked Crowley chortling

Well shit. “No, she’s been crying for Pepper. We don’t know what to do!”

“Sorry, can’t help. Do you know how many hours of sleep I lost with you when you were a baby?” he heard Aziraphale say something in the background but couldn’t quite make it out. “Alright, look. I have an idea, there was a book you loved at that age and never failed to knock you out after two or three times.”

“Thanks, Nanny, tell Aziraphale I said goodnight. Love you.”

Crowley chuckled, “Love you too, tell Adam I said hello. Best of luck with Pepper’s spawn.” Then ended the call.

A few moments later, a well-worn book appeared on the table beside him. Five Little Pumpkins it read with a picture of a groovy black cat on the cover.

Warlock grinned, he didn’t have much from his childhood anymore, but he remembered this book. He had loved it well until he was 8 years old.

“Hey Adam, budge up. Nanny had an idea.”

#Warlock Dowling #Adam Young #Warlock/Adam #Ineffable Husbands #Good Omens #good omens fic #Halloween Fanfic #Completely self indulgent #Crowley #Aziraphale #Crowley/Aziraphale #Nanny Ashtoreth #Warlock loves his Nanny and his Nanny loves him #In this world #Nanny was with him until he was 11 #come at me

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frizz22 · 5 years ago

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Hi! Could you maybe do a Hilda/Ambrose angst/hurt/comfort story? I feel like Ambrose is Hilda’s everything just as Sabrina is Zelda’s. Maybe Ambrose expresses his fear of almost losing Hilda for good if it wasn’t for Zelda’s resurrection and they talk it through?

Notes: Hope you enjoy! I love the relationship between Ambrose and the aunties and I wish it was explored more in the show. Read on ao3

He blinked, they, they were at the Academy? No, they couldn’t be here. Yes, Sabrina insisted they had to leave the house, but Aunt Hilda was still in the Cain Pit and the banshee was lurking outside the wards; waiting to claim a victim.

Unless, he dashed to a window, unless it’d followed them to the Academy with Aunt Zelda… heart pounding, Ambrose only felt a moment’s relief when he didn’t see it outside.

Before he could announce to anyone that he was going back to guard Hilda, there was a collective gasp. Spinning, Ambrose nearly collapsed in relief when he saw Zelda upright on the table, proclaiming she knew how to fix everything.

But if she was healthy then….

“Where’s Hilda?” Zelda demanded, already swinging her legs off the table and wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her half healed wound.

Swallowing hard, Ambrose stepped forward. “She, she never came out of the pit, Auntie. And there, there was a banshee…” Tears clogged his throat, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Prudence placed a hand on his back in an attempt to soothe, but Ambrose only felt cold.

Refusing to believe it, Zelda had them all teleporting back to the house.

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The banshee was gone. Which could only mean one thing… it’d gotten what it came for. Still adamant that Hilda lived to a ripe old age, though, Zelda ordered everyone into a circle to pray to Hecate.

Unsure of how the goddess Hecate would respond to warlocks begging for help, he and the others had been forced to sit off to the side… and it was agonizing.

Logically, it made sense. Logically, he understood. But Ambrose wasn’t thinking logically; he couldn’t. He couldn’t even breath properly, how was he to think clearly? It became especially difficult when Aunt Zelda’s face crumpled, and tears trekked down her cheeks when nothing happened.

No.

That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t. The wind, the clouds, he’d, he’d felt the power, seen it. Aunt Zelda had called upon a goddess and the goddess had responded. She had to have. Ambrose was about to shout at the sky, rant and rave at this Hecate, demand how his Aunt Hilda could not be worthy of restoration when Aunt Zelda gasped.

A hand. Aunt Hilda’s hand had popped up through the dirt.

Exclamations of joy rang through the group and Ambrose vaulted over the fence and rushed to help dig Hilda out.

As he helped pull Hilda out, something niggled at the back of his mind… he looked around as Zelda hugged Hilda so hard it was possible she’d need the Cain Pit again. The banshee… he shot up straight, craning his neck to look around the property.

It, it was gone.

But how? Banshees didn’t just show up accidently, hoping for death. They came when they were certain, when a family member would die. That’s why they were such a dreaded sight, because they foretold the future under no uncertain terms.

Brows furrowed, Ambrose turned to ask Prudence if she’d seen anything, only for Sabrina to start outlining, in a surprising amount of detail for someone who often didn’t think more than 30 minutes ahead, what they needed to do to defeat the pagans.

Frowning suspiciously, Ambrose put the mystery of the banshee aside for the moment and joined the others in the preparations.

~~~

When things finally calmed, after they’d defeated the pagans, destroyed their ‘green man’, literally stared down the god Pan, and beheaded the gorgon. After Sabrina left and came back, paradox notwithstanding, Ambrose went and found Hilda in the greenhouse.

There’d be time enough to tell the aunties about the newest Sabrina-induced crisis, but first, first he needed a moment with his aunt.

Tapping on the door, Ambrose poked his head inside. “Auntie?” He asked, stepping in a bit further when he didn’t see her right away.

“Yes, love?” Hilda popped up from where she’d been rummaging behind something plants in the back.

He shut the door behind him and hopped onto the counter by her. “I,” he picked up a trowel to play with it, “I wanted to talk to you a bit.”

Cocking her head, Hilda set down her tools and looked at him. “Everything okay, darling?”

Lips twisting in an effort to hold back his tears, Ambrose shook his head and choked out a thick “no.”

Baffled, Hilda pulled him into a hug. “Oh, oh sweet boy, what’s wrong?” She breathed, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

Taking great, gulping breaths, Ambrose clung to his aunt, hands fisting her cardigan. “You,” he attempted and then had to pause as more sobs wracked his body. “You died. And there was a banshee, so I thought I’d lost you for-, forever.”

A small gasp escaped Hilda and she pulled back to frame his face. “Oh, my dear, you didn’t lose me. I’m right here, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She soothed, gathering him back into her embrace.

“But it came so close. And I, I couldn’t even help. We, we weren’t sure of Hecate yet, what would please or upset her…. I, I just had to sit there, useless, while others who didn’t know you, didn’t love you, tried to bring you back.” He was blubbering now, but Ambrose couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself. “And, and I realized, as I was sitting there wanting to claw my eyes out for waiting, that I’d never told you something really important.”

A tingling sensation stole over him and Ambrose broke the hug a little to look at his aunt. She smiled at him sheepishly. “I’m sorry, love, but you were so distraught, I thought a tiny calming spell would help you breathe at least.”

Sniffling, Ambrose nodded and wiped his face. “No, I, thank you, I needed that. Can you blame me, though? You almost—”

Catching his hands with hers and tangling their fingers, Hilda tilted her head. “Hush, I didn’t, I’m here with you and the rest of our family. Now what is it you needed to tell me that was so important?” He knew she was trying to distract him from her almost death, trying to refocus him, and he appreciated it.

Ambrose exhaled slowly, allowing the calming spell to infuse him a bit more before continuing. “I realized I never told you that, that you’re like a mum to me and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” When she opened her mouth to reply, Ambrose pressed on. “You’ve been my rock all through my sentence, no matter how melancholic I felt, no matter how many things I accidentally caught on fire during an experiment… I love you, Aunt Hilda. And I, life would be much more bleak without you in it.”

Tears brimming in her eyes, Hilda loosed a watery chuckle. “Oh, oh my boy.” She sniffed and tipped onto her toes to kiss his forehead. “And you are. You’re my boy. I love you too, so much my darling. I’m sorry to have scared you so much. But I promise I’m not planning on going anywhere any time soon. Okay?”

He nodded, smiling stupidly but glad he’d been able to tell her the truth. Then he sobered a little. “Can you promise something else too?”

Running a hand through his hair, Hilda hummed. “What, sweetheart?”

“If you’re ever cursed with an ‘unbreakable’ curse again, you come to me. I, I’m very good at research, Auntie, and I’ve found some pretty obscure things, like Herod’s crown which was thought to be lost.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d like to have the chance to try and find a solution before a shotgun is considered.”

Hilda grinned at him. “I promise, darling… if you promise me something.”

Shifting forward on the counter, Ambrose nodded. “Anything.”

“Give me away at my and Cee’s wedding.”

A broad grin split his face and Ambrose leveraged himself off the counter completely. “I’d be honored.” He engulfed her in another hug.

After a minute, Hilda pulled away, brow furrowing. “Did, did you mention a banshee? Those don’t just go away.” She waved a hand.

Blanching Ambrose ran a hand over his face. “I think, I think I have an explanation for that. You see, your dear niece Sabrina may have…” he led her back to the kitchen where Zelda was, both of them needing to hear this.

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First Line Tag

I was tagged by @gaslightgallows

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

Tagging: @raevenlywrites @froglesbianwriting @mperialscribe @teaflint @writingamongthecoloredroses @moniquill @napoleonscat and I know I am forgetting people, please join in on the fun and tag me if you do!

So.. Er, haven’t read much of anything but my own stuff on AO3, trying to get back into writing because everything sucks rn. It’s Good Omens with a dash of Discworld all the way down, below the cut.

In The Garden; pre-fall, pre-canon fic of them in the Garden of Eden.

BEFORE THE BEGINNING...

…Was darkness. That’s what happens when the sun isn’t up, and as it was almost the middle of the night —the first night, leading into the first day in the Garden of Eden— darkness was only to be expected.

The Great Plan was being set in motion. The countdown to start the countdown to the end of the world had begun. Things were getting down to the wire and the Heavens were in a tizzy to make sure everything went off without a hitch during the official launch.

Down in the Garden of Eden, all was peaceful. This was also to be expected. The only living beings in the entire Garden were two corporeal but unconscious angels reposing among the roots of the Tree. They’d been held in stasis since their incorporation a number of days earlier and weren’t due to wake until things were officially under way. Ostensibly this was to allow them to acclimate to corporeality, but in reality it was to keep them out of everyone’s metaphorical hair.

Of course, even the best laid plans never do go quite as planned, do they?

There was no Heavenly fanfare heralding the occasion, no Celestial sign except the eternal march of the stars across the sky, nothing at all to indicate that something was being set into motion as midnight of the day in question rolled around.

But down in their resting spots, the angels awoke.

Serpents And Ladders; what happens after the end of In The Garden.

After the fall of the Garden, for the first time that any could remember, change came rapidly to Heaven in the form of the instant adoption of corporeal forms amongst most of the archangels, much to the bafflement of some of the oldest Celestials who were gently prodded to a quiet retirement out among the stars. Heaven itself shifted to accommodate their altered forms, which forced the rest of the Celestials and the Elementals who did most of the day to day operations to adopt similar seemings.

Of course, Aziraphale and Crawly knew why it caught on, not that anyone ever thought to ask them. The reasoning was simple enough, if multi-faceted. Firstly, corporeality is a surprisingly potent antidote to knurd[1], with built in buffers against the harshness of reality. Really no surprise that it was popular.

Secondly, Celestial beings come in a great many shapes and sizes and types and having them all conform to one generally accepted shape was much more convenient, especially when it came to paperwork. (No one knew where paperwork had come from, since paper was technically not a thing yet, but there you go. It’s ineffable.)

Thirdly, with the increasing tensions between certain factions within the Host, having your firmament safely ensconced inside of flesh and bone made it that much harder to be spied on, making secrets that much easier to keep, especially once they discovered how to hide their wings.

And last but not least, though it took Aziraphale and Crawly a long while to fully comprehend the ramifications of it, it was because the humans began to believe, in great enough numbers, that that was how Heaven and the Host looked.

1. Being knurd is to be unintoxicated to such an extent that all comfort stories are stripped away from the mind. This makes you see the world in a way 'nobody ever should', in all its harsh reality.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls (It Tolls For They); the church in ‘41 and what happens, and doesn’t happen, after. (total tearjerker)

Crowley ran, ran and ran, heart pounding, almost blind with panic, hissing with pain as their foot hit the edge of consecrated ground, but it didn’t matter, because they were in time and like a snake shedding their skin the panic slipped away as they yanked open the door and hot-footed their way into the church under the confused eyes of a trio of nazis and an angel moments away from a fate worse than death.

A church, for fuck’s sake? Can’t the angel see it’s a setup? A trap? Dealing with nazis on holy ground, giving them holy books, even if it’s supposed to be a double-cross, a double double-cross. “Sorry, consecrated ground. Ugh, like being on the beach in bare feet.” Crowley fervently kept that thought in mind, because in reality, it was far far worse than that. Crowley was very good at imagining not being on fire, and that belief was all that was keeping them from falling to ash inside that church.

Aziraphale continued to stare at Crowley in shock, for a moment wondering if they were actually hallucinating the way humans could during moments of high stress. Because consecrated ground discorporates demons, and yet. And yet, Crowley was somehow really here. Why the he heaven is Crowley here? “What are you doing here?” Aziraphale hissed, the nazis and the gun momentarily forgotten.

“Stopping you from getting in trouble,” Crowley hissed back, dancing from foot to foot just an arm’s length away from Aziraphale. Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool, if you panic you’re both done for.

Stacking The Deck;

Harriet wanted to be asleep. She’d just had a baby a few hours earlier, and all she really wanted was sleep. They had given her something for the pain, but it didn’t stop her having to use the restroom, which was NOT FUN right now, and it took a while for things to settle back down and she just. wanted. sleep.

What she got, was voices.

A few she recognized, distant and muzzy, as the nuns who’d helped deliver the baby. There was also the one not-nun who’d shuffled in during the chaos, wrinkly as an old apple with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, who had actually delivered the baby before quickly shuffling back out again. The nuns had treated her with deep respect, whispering to each other about ‘a touch of the Old Adam’ she carried about her.

There was now a lot more raucous laughter coming from down the hallway, and some singing of what were definitely not religious hymns. Mingled in were the voices of men, which some deep part of her brain realized were from her supposed security detail, who’d abandoned her the minute the live feed with her husband had ended.

But under those voices was another voice, one that she’d learned to listen to when it whispered a little too loudly to ignore. And it was telling her to check on the baby, to check on Warlock. Right Now.

With a muffled groan Harriet slid her legs over the side of the bed and eased herself to her feet. With the dimmed lights and muddled by whatever they had given her, it took her a moment to realize that the bassinet wasn’t there. No Warlock. And no guards. And no nuns.

The coolness of the linoleum felt good against the bottoms of her feet and she shuffled dreamily out of the room into the empty hallway, too well medicated to feel panic, but the little voice was getting louder. And it was talking with an odd accent, which was weird. And it was calling her by her full name now, which was even more unusual. Find your baby, Harriet Sibyl Dowling. Find him now or lose him forever.

Nature vs Nurture; raising the antichrist

After the handshake, Crowley left in a hurry to set some of their plans into motion, with promises of talking soon and a casual ciao tossed over their shoulder before slipping out of the shop and roaring off down the road. What Aziraphale didn’t see was the demon pulled over a few blocks later, pressing their forehead against the steering wheel of the Bentley and letting out a shuddering sigh of relief that the angel had finally, finally, agreed to help them save the world. And wondered, briefly, if God hadn’t been right to kick Crowley out, because how much of a right proper bastard did you have to be to knowingly ask your best friend to do the most dangerous thing they could ever possibly do?

Aziraphale’s first course of action was to make sure the shop door was locked before retreating into the back room to think, away from the demon’s so very temping influence. It didn’t take the angel long to convince themself that it had to be the right thing to do, because otherwise it wouldn’t be hell starting the war, but heaven, and surely heaven didn’t want a war. Once that was settled, Aziraphale began to really set their mind to finding the solutions to the multitude of problems their scheme would surely entail. The second course of action was to retrieve the ancient tome of magic they kept safely secured in a secret room on the second floor of the shop and settling it reverently on to the desk to start their research.

Setting Things To Rights; Adam Young gets a visit from Agnes Nutter after the world doesn’t end.

“Come back. Please.”

Adam stared down at his best friends in the whole universe, sure his heart was breaking as they turned and ran away. He knew then he’d messed up bad, maybe beyond fixing. He tried to call them back, to beg even, but no sound would come and he closed his eyes against the sting of tears. Come back! Please! he wanted to say, pressing his hands to his tear-dampened face. I’m sorry!

You don’t need them. You can have new friends. Better friends. All you have to do is show us the way.

A low growl and a familiar waft of doggy breath as a wet tongue lapped at his cheek had Adam opening his eyes, and he hugged Dog tightly in relief. “Oh Dog! I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered hoarsely, smiling when Dog licked him again. “I am sorry, you know that, don’t you?”

Dog whined and licked him again in answer.

“Thanks boy.” Adam let out a much heavier sigh and rubbed at his eyes when tears threatened again. The dream had been so real, too real, more memory than dream, and frightening in ways he didn’t want to think about. It hurt, knowing he’d hurt his friends so bad they’d stopped being his friends. And even though they’d forgiven him in the end, would they ever really trust him again? Especially when he could still do what he’d done? Would he trust someone who had done that to him?

In the silence there were two faint but distinct knocks that Adam heard clear as a bell. Dog’s ears perked up and Adam blinked and they both looked around the room for a source of the noise. There wasn’t much light but it was more than enough to show that nothing was out of place.

Still, Adam found himself saying, “Who’s there?”

A faint glimmering form stepped through the door. It was an old woman, dressed in really old clothes. “I have waited a long while for this meeting, Adam Young.” She bowed at him, a faint smile on her lips. “I be Agnes Nutter, witch. And ghost.”

Ineffable Bastards; the one I’m stuck on. :/

Groaning brakes pulled Crowley from their thoughts and they led Aziraphale off the bus, waiting until it had pulled away to turn towards their building. There was a sharp twinge in their stomach when they looked to the empty spot where the Bentley was usually parked. They felt another twinge when they looked at Aziraphale, who was staring up at the building with a distant blankness of expression that Crowley understood all too well. “C’mon, angel, I think we could both use a drink.”

No sound came at first, but Aziraphale managed to croak out, “Yes,” after a moment. They felt strangely distant from their feelings in the odd silence and they trailed behind the demon into the flat, which was both nothing like and exactly like what Aziraphale would expect from Crowley. The art got a few blinks but there was no energy to consider what they might mean after the day week decade they’d had.

Unlike the bare concrete walls in the other rooms, the kitchen was slick with creamy white marble and terrazzo tiles, ebony cabinets that gleamed and stainless steel appliances that had never been used or even plugged in, though they were well stocked with food and drink. Crowley grabbed a bottle at random and a couple of glasses, bringing them over to the chrome and glass table with a small collection of colorful orchids in the center. “Salute.”

The angel lifted their glass to toast before downing the drink and holding it out for a refill. Crowley obliged and they sat in silence for a while before Aziraphale asked, “Now what?”

“Eh, now I fall down and sleep for a while and you…” Crowley pulled off their glasses and gave the angel a long look. “You don’t really sleep do you? You should try it, great for getting away from your thoughts.”

“Rarely. Doesn’t seem to work that way for me, I’m afraid.” Aziraphale sighed and shook their head. “I just keep thinking about Agnes’ prophecy. Face the fire.” They shuddered a little. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

Rubbing at their tired eyes, and the sting of unsheddable tears, Crowley nodded. “You’re in big trouble, angel.”

“You know full well we’re both, as they say, in for it,” Aziraphale corrected, smiling a little when Crowley gave them a look. “I’ve toed the line for a long time, but you, my dear, have danced around it to the point that I’m not sure they even know where they drew the line to begin with. If Heaven is going to ‘fire’ me, what’s Hell going to do to you?” Saying it aloud had tears burning in their eyes and they wiped at them hastily.

Wilde Card; my take on why Aziraphale had a set of Oscar Wilde’s works.

“Aziraphale?”

“Hmm?”

Crowley tried to find a subtle way to ask, but curiosity had been eating at them to the point of distraction since the former angel had let slip that humans could have preternatural ancestry. “When you said, you’d never… with a human.”

Aziraphale gave them a confused look that melted into amused understanding when they realized Crowley was blushing. “My dear, are you asking me about my experiences?”

“Uh… Just, I seem to recall you mentioning a lot of gentleman’s clubs...” Crowley let their head drop back against the couch and covered their face when Aziraphale chuckled. “Ugh, angel!”

“I won’t judge you, you know,” Aziraphale murmured, smiling tenderly when Crowley looked at them. “If you, uh, found human companionship-”

“No! Ugh, no, it’d be like… no, I can’t help but think of them as children,” Crowley admitted. “Even Nanny Ogg, which tells you something about me I suppose,” they said, making Aziraphale laugh.

“I am in complete agreement with that sentiment,” said Aziraphale. “And it wasn’t just gentleman's clubs I frequented, there were quite a few for women if you knew where to look and who to talk to. You do know a lot more went on in the clubs than just sexual intercourse, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I should’ve known better, just, uh...” Crowley reached over and took Aziraphale’s hand. “There must have been quite a few poor smitten fools vying for your attention.”

Apple Of My Eye; complete fluff I wrote because of a pic I saw on tumblr

Crowley looked up from their mobile, barely able to contain their grin. “Hey, angel-”

“No.” Aziraphale didn’t even have to look up from the book they were reading to know the former demon was up to no good.

“I haven’t even said anything yet!” Crowley protested, still grinning at seeing the amusement crinkling around the reformed angel's eyes.

Aziraphale looked over at them with a feigned put-upon sigh. One look at Crowley’s grin had them asking, “Oh somebody, do I even want to know?”

If anything, that only made Crowley’s grin grow. “So I’m thinking maybe it’s time I branch out, try some different styles of shades. Whaddya think?”

Aziraphale spluttered into startled laughter when Crowley turned the mobile around, revealing a pair of spectacles where the rose tinted lenses had been shaped into breasts. “Why in the world-”

“Ain’t humans grand?” Crowley said, grinning down at the picture before sliding a sly look at Aziraphale and raising a hand, fingers poised to snap. “I could just…”

“You would too, wouldn’t you,” Aziraphale said with a shake of their head, pretending to go back to reading but watching Crowley sidelong. “Well I would rather you didn’t but I can’t stop you from going around looking, looking like a right proper tit if you want to,” they said with feigned primness, barely hiding their smile when Crowley laughed. “I wouldn’t want you to make a spectacle of yourself.”

“Alright angel, alright, you’ve convinced me. Wouldn’t want to put you off being seen with me.” It was a joke, mostly, and Crowley was still grinning as they said it, but inwardly that age old doubt still lingered.

Aziraphale knew it was there of course, having many of the same insidious worries about their new togetherness, and gave them a fond smile. “I assure you my dear, that having adored you in spite of that dreadful hairstyle you had in Paris, I would barely blink to see you in a pair of breastacles.”

Crowley blushed at the mention of adoration, sneered at mention of the hair and burst into raucous laughter at the name. “Only you’d think up a proper sounding name for it. Breastacles. Brilliant.” They darted in and grinningly kissed them. “And here I thought you’d appreciate me seeing the world through rose-titted glasses. But, as you wish.”

Aziraphale laughed and beamed at the phrase, taking their hand and lacing their fingers together. “Thank you, dearest. For everything. And especially for sparing everyone that.”

#Good Omens #good omens fanfic #snippet #first line tag #tag game #Pendragyn writes #long post #readmore #ao3 #Ineffable Bastards

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fireteam-dauntless · 5 years ago

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A Tale of Two Guardians XI

Part 1 of the Destined Series. Chapter 11 : Memories of Adam masterlist

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I woke up the next morning at the crack of dawn, as per usual. I sat up slowly and looked around at the humans in the safehouse. They were all still asleep. I stood slowly and slid on my helmet, gathered my belongings, and left them a pile of glimmer for their trouble. I nodded to the watch guard, then slipped outside into the early morning. I waited until I had walked a distance away before summoning my sparrow and riding through the Parisian streets. Most of them were in terrible condition, as the Hive had started to corrupt some of the city. This was where Gilly and I met Adam. He was training to be one of Ikora’s hidden at the time, and he continued to train after he joined our team.

Gilly and I were walking down the street, shooting down Hive Thrall with no issues. But all of a sudden, they started falling, one by one, each with a bullet in their heads. A warlock jumped down from the balcony of a building beside us, three stories up.

“Hey there, fellas,” he says with a laugh. “Sorry to take all of those guys from ya, I’ve been tracking them for a while now.”

“Really?” I said, surprise clear in my voice. “We’ve been following their trail for a while now.”

“I know,” he responds, and holsters his hand cannon. “I’ve pretty much been with you the whole time.”

“Well, you certainly got past us,” Gilly said. “We had no idea you were even nearby.”

“Well… I’m training, ya know?”

“I know,” I said. “I failed mine a little early on. Apparently I have a temper that can give me away far too easily.”

The warlock laughed. “Ha! Usually we fail because we don’t have the patience.”

I laughed with him. “My patience has grown since, but there are no second chances with Ikora'.”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh.

“Ya know,” Gilly started, “You seem pretty young to already be training for that.”

“I know, but I think Ikora saw something in me. I asked to start, I was eager to learn, and I think she liked that I was willing to do whatever it took.”

“Well…” Gilly continued. “I know you have your own missions, but I like you. Would you like to join us? Genesis here does a lot of long range attacking and recon, I’m our front line enforcer, we could use someone to balance us out.”

He looked suspicious. “Don’t you think a Hunter would be the better bet?”

“I suppose,” I said with a shrug, “but to be honest, a lot of Hunters around that we asked to join our team have turned us down. They tend to like their independence.”

“I’m in,” he said happily.

“Wait, really?” Gilly was shocked. “Just like that?”

“Hey, this training is a good way to spend my time, but it’s only temporary. It’s lonely, anyway. I’d like to have people to kick some ass with.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, and hooked arms with our new team member. “Well, I’m Genesis, you can call me Gen if you want. And our fearsome leader here is good ol’ Gilberto, but he hates it when I call him that, so Gilly usually works.”

The young warlock laughed and walked alongside me as we started to head down the street. “Well, I’m Adam. It’s really great that I met you guys.”

I was standing on the very balcony that Adam had jumped down from. The sun was high in the sky now, nearing noon, so I sat down and relaxed against the cool shade of the balcony above me. Ghost came out to check on me, again, and I sighed.

“You don’t need to be so worried,” I said to her.

“Yes I do. It’s my job to worry about you.”

“It’s not like I’m going to kill myself, you’d just resurrect me anyways.”

“True, but I can’t help but worry about you.”

I paused for a while before responding. “They were my family,” I said quietly.

“I know,” she said. “But you could have another family. Skinner and Maverick…”

“Skinner and Maverick don’t need an unstable Guardian on their hands. No, this is my burden, and I must bear it.”

“Certainly you can’t really mean that. What about Maverick? You left without saying anything to him and even locked yourself out of the private channel.”

Maverick. What of Maverick? Memories of our night out, our kiss on the roof, waking up in his apartment, him waking up in mine… It sounded like a love story that was destined to crash and burn.

“I don’t know… I think he decided what was going to happen to us when he decided to take a suicide mission to Phobos.”

“It’s not that simple,” my Ghost said. “I don’t think he’s going to let you get found out by the Vanguard. Genesis, do you know what they do to Guardians that go AWOL?”

“Not… entirely. No.”

“Complete lock down. I’m talking about solitary confinement lockdown. They can’t be let outside, not even in other parts of the Tower, until the Vanguard deems that you are stable enough to be let out. Even then, most Guardians that go into lockdown never stabilize, and I’m pretty sure most of them agree to become Exos so that their memories can be wiped and rebooted, just so they can get out of confinement. No. Guardian. Makes. It. Out.”

My stomach dropped. I didn’t think about that. “Okay, Ghost, I get it. Maybe he does care enough not to give away my location, but I can’t go back. If I get put on lockdown, I don’t… I don’t think I’d make it out.”

“Genesis…”

“C’mon. We need to find some shelter for the night. A storm is coming.”

I found a small, somewhat hidden abandoned shelter near the Eiffel Tower ruins just after night had covered Paris in darkness. It had started raining shortly before nightfall, so I was soaked through and chilled to the bone when I hunkered down for the night. I held my Ghost in my hands close to my chest, when I saw a group of Vanguard patrol Hunters go riding by on sparrows. So they were starting to have an idea of where I was. I desperately hoped that they wouldn’t find me, and paranoia prevented me from sleeping.

I closed my eyes, clutched onto my Ghost, and prayed to whatever god was out there that I wouldn’t be found tonight.

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