#indy x reader

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Show me what’cha got.” INDY claps a hand on your ass, congratulating you for your meager movements on top of him. Rocking your hips faithfully, you glide back and forth on his cock, letting its tip brush your g-spot just right.

“Can’t you do it?” you whine, leaning your weight your hand clasped in his, but he’s infallibly keeping you upright. “I want you to do it.” Your brows upturn in a flinch when he raises his hips to you, his tip kissing your cervix in a sting. His hand smooths over the pebbled flesh of your ass soothingly.

“Nah, princess, it’s my birthday. Wanna see you put the work in. C’mon, baby, you’re so beautiful, I love watching you.” he coos, but you have a feeling he just wants to give you a hard time. That wolfish grin has his canines glinting in the dull light, and you bounce hopelessly on top of him because of it, as if that’ll get you to your release faster. “Throwing some kind of tantrum?”

“What if I let you fuck my face after?” you bite back, but at the thought of it your hole grows a little slicker, and your hips gain a little more fervor. You watch him swipe his tongue between his lips at the sight of your pretty body rolling down on him.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna do that anyways. Right now ‘wanna watch you squirt.”

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[old-lorarri]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ─ 𝐏𝐎𝟓 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ pato fights for his life under his girlfriends lastest Instagram post and letting the people know that she is taken ❩  ─ pairing . . . ❨ pato o'ward x fem! pakistani! gf! reader ❩  ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩  ─ author note . . . ❨ wooow my first ever pato fic super excited kinda short but I hope you guys like it enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

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yourinstagram took my latino baby to a war zone...that's right and Pakistani wedding but don't worry all the aunties loved him 😊

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user desi girls 🔛🔝

user how did pato bag this baddie 😍 ⤷ patriciooward bought her a mclaren

user this is so cute i will cry

user 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user ma’am 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

user two years is long enough y/n you can come back home now 😍 ⤷ patriciooward no 😍

user one chance miss Y/N

user Y/N would look better with me ❤️ ⤷ patriciooward no ❤️

user HOOOOOLYYYYYYYY

user thee prettiest girl, the only girl even. ⤷ patriciooward my only girl*

user this is my religion, amen. 🙏🏻

user they’re so goals 😩🤌🏻 ⤷ patriciooward and don't you forget it

user i folded like a pretzel

user wow.

user not looking respectfully 😮‍💨 patriciooward then stop looking

user GAGGED THE GWORLS

user pato probably wants to die

user ain’t noooooo way pato bagged this desi baddie I can't belive it ⤷ patriciooward well, you better start believing bitch

user SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN

user can pato fight? ⤷ patriciooward yes pull up

user i’m.

user not my wife posting her man like ⤷ patriciooward who is you?

user MOTHER ?????

user GIVE US Y/N BACK PATO 🔫 ⤷ patriciooward no 😃

user Pato fighting off everyone in the comments is so funny to me 😭😭😭 liked by yourinstagram ⤷ user SEE EVEN Y/N FINS THIS FUNY LMFAOOOO 😭😭

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─ requested by . . .

anon ─ Can you do an Instagram au for pato of him being possessive

anon ─ something with a pakistani reader plz !! <33 (as a fellow pakistani)

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[ave09]

hop on

indiana jones x reader

note; y’all im running out of ideas 😭 i love writing for han and indy am struggling with what to write, so plsssss message me with some ideas of what you’d like to see

“my legs hurt.” 

“mine too, but don’t worry miss, i’m

okay!” 

indiana groaned, glancing back at his fiancée and the child who had become a son to him, “pankot palace is only a few miles away.” he stated. you let out a sigh, placing a hand upon your aching side, “may i remind you that i was shot a little over twenty-four hours ago? technically i shouldn’t even be doing this.” you weren’t trying to be snippy, but damn did it hurt. 

“i told you that you could’ve stayed at the village.” 

“and let us go out and do something crazy? she’s too smart for that doctor jones.” short round pointed out. indiana pursed his lips, pausing as he turned to face the duo. you looked absolutely exhausted, your face tinged with red. 

the man pursed his lips, before walking down the slope of the hill where you stopped to catch your breath. he shrugged off his pack,

 handing it to shorty, who took it with a smile.  you arched your brows as he now stood before you, whipping around, “hop on.”

indiana jones was offering you a piggy back ride.

never in a million years did you think you’d ever see this. 

“are you serious?” 

“does it look like i’m joking?” 

you let out a laugh, but indiana did not seem amused, “come on doll, you said your legs hurt, now let’s go.” 

so you jumped slightly, feeling indiana catch you with his muscular arms. this was a feeling unlike anything you’d experienced. but you most definitely enjoyed it, although the sweat was a con factor. 

“thank you indy.” 

“of course, doll.” 

#harrison ford x reader #indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #harrison ford #indiana jones and the last crusade #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #indy x reader #indy #young harrison ford #harrison ford movies #temple of doom #ke huy quan

[burningstrangerkingdom]

Through thick and thin

Pairing: Pato O'Ward x reader

Sumary: The 107th Indy 500 doesn't go as planned for your boyfriend.

Notes: For people who are not familiar with the Indy Car Series and like F1 I really recommend it, it's so fast and exciting. This fanfic is about Pato O'Ward, a young Mexican pilot who is very talented, give him a chance.

It was so frustrating watching how with only seven more laps to go, his oportunities to win the race had reduced to zero right in font of your eyes, with no way you could stop Ericsson from doing that cuestionable move against Pato, if you were feeling that way you couldn't even imagine how your devoted boyfriend must be right now.

Thankfully you saw him get out of the car with no major injuries as he was briefly checked by the medics, which helped you get your sould back into your body, seeing he was phisically alright. Time passed and he didn't try to reach you during the rest of the caotic event, of course you understood that he wanted to comunicate with his team about the crash, you knew he eventually will come back to you.

As you waited with his sister for him to come back to the motorhome, you both talk about the race and how unrightful the whole thing had been to Pato, Elba agreed that this will be a hard pill to swallow especially for him due to his chance to win the Indy 500 was closer than ever, you also concluted that once he came to you, you wouldn't push him to talk about what happened out there.

Minutes later, Pato came in looking exhausted with still remainds of anger in his antics, you watched Elba make the first move of aproachment towards him and saw the siblings share a compasionate hug.

"We're here for you, always" she said tightening their embrace.

He just nodded and let her free, directing his sad gaze towards you, the view of his watery eyes absolutly broke your heart and your body magnetically moved towards him, squeezing him so tight that almost fused your bodies together; Elba took that as a sign to go out of the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't keep my promise of winning for you, amor" he whispered, voice so low you almost lost it.

"No, Pato", you separate a bit so you could face him, "this is all for you babe, you owe nothing yo no one, you did an amazing race and is definetly not your fault that that guy let you without track, corazón, you did an amazing race, I just wish you could get the reward you deserve for all your hardwork".

A sweet smile appeared on his face wihle he caught you back in his loving arms.

"Te amo, mucho" he concluded. (I love you so much)

"Me too, Patito, en las buenas y en las malas" (through thick and thin)

Thank you for reading!!

#f1 fluff #pato o'ward #Pato o'ward x reader #Pato o'ward fluff #pato o'ward x you #patricio o'ward #indy x reader #indycar x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #fluff #fanfic #f1 one shot

[avaxindy]

tea and honey.

was in a silly mood and decided to write about fixing @hanasnx some tea in response to this post.

You are lying on the bed together in the early afternoon, both of you choosing to spend the day relaxing instead of worrying about the things around the house that probably need your attention. These are your favorite kind of days. Indy’s on his side of the bed looking at his phone. And you are curled up beside him with your nose in a book.

He’s been quiet all morning. So, hearing his voice startles you.

“Hey,” he nudges you softly with his elbow.

You look up to meet his bright blue eyes heavily outlined in charcoal. “Hi,” you whisper back, closing your book.

He rubs your back with his hand. “Can you make me some tea?”

Even though you’ve known him for a long time, you can’t stop your heart from racing when he looks into your eyes. “Of course.”

After giving his arm a quick kiss, you rise out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. You love doing things for Indy whenever he acts. It makes you feel useful, and it’s a way you show that you care.

You start with filling the kettle with water and boiling it on the stove. While it’s heating, you look in the pantry for his favorite tea. He especially likes green tea.

Once the water is boiling, you pour it into his Batman mug and steep the tea bag for exactly five minutes. You grab the honey from the counter and squeeze about a teaspoon or two into the cup. It makes it thicker and sweeter.

A few minutes later you deliver the tea to him on a potholder and set it down on his nightstand.

He smiles thinly when he sees you and opens his arms to you. “C’mere, baby.”

Eagerly, you crawl back into bed with him. He spoons you, wrapping his arms tightly about your waist and settling his chin over your shoulder. Knowing him, he might hold you here for hours, but that worries you because of the tea. He likes it piping hot.

“Your tea’s getting cold, Indy.”

He mumbles into your skin. “One more minute. Not ready to let go.”

#heart divider by cafekitsune #ava x indy #indy x reader #indy smut #indy x reader smut #hanasnx #indy x you #hanasnx x reader #hanasnx smut

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:

Title: Kissing Indiana Jones Would Include:

Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by @doctoriletyougotogalaxy!

WC: 867

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, kissing?, Indy is a simp really, and fluff

Indy loves kissing you.

He had the moment he first laid his lips on yours at the end of your third date on the porch of your home.

He loved every minute of it.

The way your hands were in his hair, the smile on your face as you leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly after pulling away, like it was the most natural thing in the world… He would always be grateful that he had the chance to kiss you.

When he does kiss you, he cherishes it, like the most precious gift he could ever receive. He thinks about how soft your lips are, like cotton candy, just waiting for him to take a bite. His fingers trace the curves of your face, memorizing every single one of them. He has memorized them already, but there is always something new.

He loves the feel of your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulling him closer. He loves the warmth of your body against his, especially when your legs wrap around his waist as if it's a common occurrence. You’re so warm.

On other occasions, he'd be eager, hungrily, desperately, wanting to taste your mouth again and again and again. He’d want to devour you whole and never stop.

But right now, he just wants to stay where he is, pressed up against you, holding your hand and kissing you senselessly. You back against the wall, his hat tossed somewhere, landing on the floor, with the two of you still in each other’s arms, clinging to each other as if your life depended on it.

He presses his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, then down your neck and collarbone. Your fingers dig into his back, nails scratching at his skin, marking a promise to a long night ahead of them.

Right now, he just wants to hold you forever.

To take you in his arms, and kiss you until you can’t breathe anymore. To make you forget everything except him and how much he loves you. To tell you all the things he hasn’t been able to say, all the things that have been weighing heavily on his heart since the day he met you.

He doesn’t know why the feeling is so overwhelming, but it is. It’s like something inside him has been crying out to see you again. To kiss you again. He feels like he has waited centuries for this, and maybe he has. 

But in the end, kissing you, he feels weightless, like nothing matters anymore except the taste of your lips, your skin against his, your arms around his neck. Like no one else in the universe matters more than you.

That’s all he needs to know. Because no matter what happens, he knows that he will always come home to you after his adventures. You'll always be here for him. You'll always love him.

And that's enough. 

You're his true treasure, the one he had always been searching for. The one that he finally found in his dreams, and in reality. 

You loved kissing Indy.

It was like you died and went to heaven every time.

Your lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, and they moved perfectly against Indy's lips. 

You craved his touch because Indy’s lips were softer than silk and made you dizzy. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, feel his strong muscles against yours, and hold him tight. 

His hair was soft under your fingertips, silky smooth, and he smelled like cinnamon and vanilla from whatever shampoo he used.

He was so close to you, you could feel the steady beat of his heartbeat, which you felt against your chest. Every kiss sent chills running down your spine and made you giddy like you were drunk.

You didn't want to pull away, but you had to breathe; you needed air, and you couldn’t keep kissing him like this forever.

Indy pulled away reluctantly, but only slightly, his breath fanning over your face.

Then he looked at you with those gorgeous green eyes, and asked, “Can I ask you something?”

You giggled, “Sure, Indy.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

You sighed happily, “I’d love that.” Then you smiled, because the answer really wasn’t that hard, “You can, Indy. As many times as you want.” As Indy leaned forward, you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, pausing him. "But, only if I can do the same." You whispered.

Indy's face broke into a mischievous smirk, which seemed to stretch across half of his face, lighting up his entire being. He nodded eagerly and pressed his lips to yours in one swift motion.

You closed your eyes and melted into his embrace.

His hand stroked your hair gently, cupping the back of your neck, the other held your waist lightly, as if afraid that if he squeezed too tightly, you'd disappear into thin air.

And when he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on yours, a deep, contented sigh escaping his parted lips. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I love you."

You closed your own eyes, a content smile on your face, "I know."

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[harmfulb1tch]

I desperately need Han solo / Indiana Jones ideas for fanfics to feed my Harrison Ford obsession.

#han solo x reader #han solo #star wars #star wars x reader #x reader #fanfic ideas #fanfic #self insert #fanfics #headcanons #star wars headcanons #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones #indy x reader #indy jones #requests plesse #request anything

[euaphora]

more public/exhibitionist twt links pls

ܸ ྀི - ALL THE TIME IF YOU WERE MINE! |

on a hike

backseat

bus rides

view

family bathroom

classroom

trapped

bus stop

nature

#euaphora #megumi smut #toji smut #armin smut #geto smut #miguel smut #hobie brown smut #miguel o’hara smut #snk smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut #skz smut #aot smut #genshin smut #bts smut #enhypen smut #eren smut #smut #indie smut rp #bts x reader #taehyung smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrigton x reader #billy hargove smut #twt links #connie springer smut #jjk smut #reiner smut #kento smut #gojo smut

[threezzyo]

being tojis servant

toji zenin x fem reader. mdni lowk ooc in some parts

lazy lazy writing because i am so busy with work and school aaaaah bodyguard toji is coming and im working on the request IM SORRY DESI ANON

dividers are by cafekitsune

being tojis servant.. you have a big fat fucking crush on him.

being tojis servant.. he sleeps in. all the fucking time, and constantly grumbles that you wake him up. he just doesn't understand its literally your job to take care of him. he needs pushing.

being tojis servant.. means you find little 'presents' in his bed. pink thongs you never have even dared to wear, jammed in between his mattress and bed frame.

being tojis servant.. he simply smirks at you when you berate him for being so careless with his girlfriends coming over, when you walked in on them making out. and because you were full with jealousy.

being tojis servant.. he barely even remembers your name, but you always wait for him while he has to attend some meeting or lesson.

being tojis servant.. means you hide his favorite candy around his room in places you know he'll find. you've been doing this since he got that scar on his lip.

being tojis servant.. he sees you one day in your regular clothes, not that drab servants outfit you wear all the time. you're just wearing a sweater and some fitted jeans, but damn, he just realizes what he's been missing these past years.

being tojis servant.. he's practically jumping for joy when naobito finally upgrades the uniforms, you get the wrong size and it's incredibly tight on you.

being tojis servant.. he won't let you go anywhere near naoya after he realizes how pretty you actually are.

being tojis servant.. you're washing the dishes one day, and he lingered around, making small talk. you accidentally let it slip you've kind of had a thing... with the baker's son and you saw him making out with the butlers daughter.

being tojis servant.. toji doesn't have too much power in the zenin clan, but he has enough to fire the baker.

being tojis servant.. he's more talkative with you, lingering around you while you're cleaning his room or something.

being tojis servant.. he doesn't know what has came over him, but he can't stop thinking about you in that uniform.

being tojis servant.. he asks you to serve him in his bedroom. you, who grew up with only ever interacting with the old bat naobito, toji, and your mother, simply looks at him, confused. "but i already cleaned your room, master toji."

being tojis servant.. likes to tease you with innuendos and euphemisms that you take literally. "...rumble in the jungle? this is Japan."

being tojis servant.. means he consoles you on a particularly rough night remembering your ex. he can't help himself, taking advantage of your weakness. he knows, he knows how you feel about him, and he can't waste any more time with you.

being tojis servant.. he kisses down your spine as you sit away from him on his lap, untying your robes ever so carefully.

being tojis servant.. you blush as he presses gentle kisses on your breasts, the heat between your legs aching. he's never been the type to be gentle, but he's treating you so delicately.

being tojis servant.. means you can barely move your legs as you ride him.

being tojis servant.. he promises he'll just put in the tip, after 4 different rounds of either you riding him, him eating you out or fingering you.

being tojis servant.. he runs a nice bath for you as an apology for being a bit too fast, kissing your hand as he washes your hair.

being tojis servant.. you wake up with him holding you close, and you're not even mad that he's sleeping in again.

being tojis girlfriend.. you two run away from the zenin clan together.

Not proofread at all lol

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[haeryna]

thinking about idol!gojo and rockstar!geto (tw: mentions of underage drinking, implied abandonment, implied homophobia from gojo's parents, vague mentions of illness)

how you three, along with shoko, lived in the same ratty small town in the middle of nowhere. you'd moved when you were six, all shy and scared of the house your parents had moved to in order to help your sick grandmother that you barely remembered because the last time you'd seen her was when you were four. you were from the city; you'd never seen fireflies, or grass that stretched out as far as your eyes could see, and so when you saw the first firefly appear just as the sky turned to dusk, how were you supposed to resist it?

so you chased it down to the creek, all smiles and filled with excitement, until you realized it was dark, and you were in the forest, and you were scared. you couldn't help but start to cry, and that's where geto found you.

"are you lost?"

sniffling, you peered up at the dark haired boy, whose soft brown eyes filled with a sort of concern. "y-yeah," you hiccupped, and geto offers up a gentle smile. "it's okay, i know the way back."

and so, you'd taken his hand, let him tug you out of the creek bed, and lead you back toward the house that still didn't quite feel like home. you'd learn, his name was suguru. suguru geto, and wherever suguru geto was, satoru gojo was never too far behind (although you didn't know that, yet).

"you crying?"

you'd let out a startled yelp, still clinging to suguru's hand, twisting to look at the other boy who was staring at you with unrestrained curiosity. even at the age of six, you found him beautiful, with the piercing blue of his eyes, and the soft white down of his hair, even as he mocked you. satoru hadn't known how else to express the sort of silent jealousy that had torn its way through his chest once he saw you holding suguru's hand.

the two of you bickered, all the way back until they left you at your front door, much to suguru's displeasure. yet satoru was beaming; nobody but suguru and shoko dared to speak to him that way. he was too young to understand the way his heart seemed to churn every moment he saw you after .

later, you would meet shoko ieiri, who instantly took a liking to you, defending you with the stubbornness of an older sister you never had.

later, you would realize just how beautiful suguru and satoru were, as they grew. you were the one who pierced suguru's ears (a decision made at 1am in his basement), who bought satoru his first eyeshadow palette (his parents would have died if they'd ever see him use it). and it was eventually you who brought them into music, as you stared up at the ceiling of suguru's basement. the lights grew hazy as you blinked up at them, empty bottles of stolen beer surround you. suguru and shoko were busy smoking a pack of (also stolen) cigarettes, and satoru was on his phone.

"what if we like. made a band?"

you were only 16, and dreamed of leaving the small town you'd moved to. the temporary stay had turned permanent after your grandmother had inevitably passed. shoko immediately snorted. "i love you, but i can't sing for shit."

but you were persistent. you thrifted an old guitar that you gave to suguru as a birthday present, encouraged satoru's angelic singing.

you should have known they would outgrow you.

you're 21 now, still living in the old house, taking care of your parents. the dreams you'd had years ago turned into ash in your mouth. even shoko had left, off to pursue medical school.

you can't stomach looking at the news anymore. satoru has broken into the idol industry, creating equal amounts of chart toppers and scandals. an idol like that only comes once every one hundred years, they say. with the way he moves, the way he acts, you're inclined to believe it.

(when you watch him for the first time, on some variety show, you see him, see the way they've done his makeup, and you're brought back to sitting on the couch, telling him to stop moving or he'll mess up the eyeshadow you attempting to apply. you wonder if his parents were furious at the decision. you wonder where the eyeshadow palette you gave him went. did he take it with him before he left for good? bile rises heavy in your throat, and you shut off the television, unable to stomach it any longer.)

the radio is equally as traitorous. you know suguru has been dominating the indie charts, to the point where it's simply suguru and satoru competing against each other. you hate how whenever you go to the local bakery, you can hear his voice again playing through the speakers. hate how when you make the long drive to pick up your parents' medicine, how you can hear him through your car's speakers. it feels intimate in a way that you cannot bear.

(still, you hear the guitar and remember the look in his eyes when you gifted him the one you'd found in the thrift store. suguru had treated it reverently, telling you with an earnest sort of smile that, "the first song i write will be for you." he's traded out acoustics for rock. he has no need for that guitar anymore, you think absentmindedly. just like he no longer needed you.)

but what you don't know is that every time satoru's makeup artist gets to his eyes, he has to keep them firmly shut or else he'd burst into tears. she didn't do it like you. she never would. every time he steps onto the stage, he looks for you, though he knows he'll never find you. it never stops him from looking. how he sings his heart out in the hopes you'll hear him, unaware that despite his popularity, you avoid his music like it's deadly.

what you don't know is that every time suguru writes, he realizes how he lied to you. "the first song i'll write will be for you," he remembers, and yet now every song he writes is about you. now, girls he doesn't even know, screams his name, screams along to his songs that he wrote for you. they pretend that they're the girl who was left behind, the girl that he's never stopped loving.

(he'll never forget the way your hand fit into his, how even at the age of six he knew that you were the only one who ever had his heart along with satoru)

how on days he misses you particularly badly, the piercings you'd given him burns. he writes his love into his music, the music that you shut off every time you hear it come on the radio.

it changes nothing, if they come back, you tell yourself. suguru and satoru have each other. they don't need you.

but one day they do come back, come back for you, and it changes everything.

#haerinwrites #satosugu x reader #suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk angst #jjk x reader #satosugu #suguru x reader #geto x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #you cannot tell me gojo would not be a kpop idol he is so bbygirl #i need indie singer geto so bad. not want. need.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

INDY has a problem with physical touch. A nasty habit of ignoring public eyes when he wants to get his hands on his girl. Walking around a store with you, he snatches the end of your hair like a leash to lead you right back to him. "Where do you think you're going?"

You frown at him, rubbing out the sting at the back of your head. "I was just going to the next aisle!" you justify your unsanctioned rendezvous. He outstretches that same hand to you with amused curls tugging at his lips.

"Not without this." he replies, and you roll your eyes, lacing your fingers with his, his silver bands cold and hard to the touch on the insides of your knuckles. You drag him over so you can browse, and he takes in the view in front of him. "This a new skirt?" His knuckle flicks up the hem of the material, and you're hasty to smooth down the flare so passersby don't catch a glimpse of the underside of your ass. "I like it."

"Indy, we're in a store." you scold, rounding on him.

He heightens the pitch of his voice, mocking you by unflatteringly mimicking you. "Indy, we're in a store. I'm bored." A warm palm settles comfortably against your throat, drawing you in for a kiss. It takes a second before he allows you to back up out of it, and he grins at you when you hit him as a reprimand. Your cheeks heat up at the notion someone might've seen you get choked in public, and you stomp your foot. He does not take the hint. "Let's get out of here."

"We've been here like five minutes!"

"Yeah, and we can come back after a quick trip to the car."

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[ddejavvu]

anakin kissing gum outta your mouth

oh indy i'm so glad you talk to me about gross!anakin cause he's my fav <3

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yeah he does kiss gum out of your mouth. the first time he does it you are appalled. he grabs your jaw and leans in and you tuck it into the side of your cheek so that you can kiss him semi-properly but he jams his tongue rather unceremoniously into your mouth to fish it out. It's gross and spitty and drooly and wet, it's probably the sloppiest kiss you've ever gotten, but when he curls his tongue over it and sucks it into his own mouth you feel a fucking shiver up your spine. I'm talking one that tightens up your shoulders. Electric.

let me tell you he is delighted by how indignant/horrified you are. the more you huff and puff about how that was disgusting, how that was your gum with your spit on it, the wider his grin grows, wolfish and satisfied. it's an open-mouthed grin that perfectly showcases the gum he's still chewing on, and he grabs you around the waist when you try getting up to get another stick.

He'll take turns with you, but only because he gets to pinch your cheeks all hollowed and then spit the gum into your mouth. he gets a real nice view of your mouth open and ready for him, and depending on where he's put his massive hands, he can feel your pulse racing every time he manhandles your face. he might give you an extra glob of spit along with the gum but he wants you to let it pool around your mouth while you chew on the gum and mix it with your own spit, not waste it by swallowing it all

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[ave09]

Can you do an Indy x female! reader where Indy meets a single mother who has a 4 month old baby girl? When Indy meets her daughter, the baby instantly likes him, and he over time bonds with the baby, plays with her, rocks her back and forth, sings her lullabies and the reader is slowly falling for him! They even bond and fall for each other.

ofc! i kinda went overboard and off the plot line, but i hope you like it! if not, i will 100% rewrite it for you 🫶🏻

promise

indiana jones x reader

note: i know wizard of oz came out in 1939, but for the sake of a sweet moment, it came out in 1931, okayyy?? also i apologize for anyone named beth 😭

“please, honey, please just rest.” 

beth seemed to only wail louder. you were now receiving glares from those around you trying to study in peace. you were going to end up being kicked out of the library for sure.

“beth, sweetie, please.” you begged softly, trying to place the pacifier in her mouth, but she only spat it out, causing it to tumble across the floor, now completely useless. 

“goddammit.” you muttered softly, reaching for it, only to find someone was already reaching down and had their hands upon it. 

you glanced up at the figure, smiling softly, “thank you.” you recognized him

immediately to be doctor indiana jones. he seemed to recognize you too. you had studied in his archeology class for half of a semester before you had to drop out in order to raise beth. you never were crazy over the professor as most of the women in your class were, but looking at him now, he had to be one of the most handsomest men you’d seen, far more handsome then beth’s father. 

“your welcome,” he spoke, his voice low and smooth as he handed the pacifier to you. his hazel eyes flickered to the baby in your arms, whose gaze was locked on the man before you, her arms outstretched toward him.

the man smiled, “and who is this?”

“uh, this is my daughter, beth.” you were shocked to find that her wails had turned into whines as she continued to reach for the man before you. indiana glanced at you, “may i?” he seemed to be who beth wanted, therefore, you carefully passed the baby to him, she nuzzled into his chest immediately and began to suck her thumb.

your eyes widened, “are you some sort of baby whisperer or something?” you asked. indiana laughed heartily, “definitely not.” he glanced down at her, examining her, “she can’t be more then five months right?”

“four months.” you corrected. he nodded slowly, the cogs turning in his head, “i’m guessing she is the reason you dropped out?” 

you closed the book in front of you, “yeah. her dad dipped about two months into the pregnancy, i wasn’t working at the time, i needed to create a stable foundation.” you gestured at the books before you, “i’ve been trying to slow ease back into it, but it’s kinda difficult with a four month old.” 

“you don’t have any family? anyone who could help? 

you exhaled deeply, running a hand through your hair, “they still believe her father is around.” 

you had refused to tell them he’d left. beth’s father, william, was a cruel man. he was one who was in disguise of an angel only to reveal his true intentions.  but her family believed him to be a nice man. they’d find a way to bring him back to you, but you refused to have that man in your life. 

awkwardness fell upon the two of you, and you immediately regretted diving into your history. 

“well,” you rose from your rickety wooden seat, “i should go-get her home for dinner, y’know?” indiana nodded, trying to pass the baby to her, only to hear her burst into tears again. 

“beth, honey, shh.” you whispered, indiana glanced down at you, “someone seems attached.” he said with a soft laugh. 

“yeah, well, it’s gonna be difficult to get her home now.” 

the man remained silent for a moment, before clearing his throat, “i don’t wanna sound too forward here… but…” 

you collected your books, glancing up at him, “but?” 

“if you ever needed any help, with beth, or your studies or anything, i could be of some assistance.” it sounded exactly what you needed. assistance. 

“oh no, i-i couldn’t ask that of you, dr. jones.”

“well first off, you’re not asking, i’m offering. and please, i’m not your professor anymore,  call me indiana.” 

“well indiana, i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to burden you with my issues.” 

he tilted his head slightly, adjusting the child in his arms, “burden me? is that what you think this is? i’m pitying you?” 

you suddenly realized how it sounded. “no-no. that’s not-that’s not what i meant.” 

“i know you’re an independent woman, but even the most independent people need a little help sometimes.” he was absolutely right. the life of a single mother was difficult, and you believe that you were doing the best you could, but you couldn’t deny how truly tired you were. 

you sighed softly, “what can i do in return?” 

“oh no, please-“

“i’m offering indiana.” you said, using his words from earlier. the man thought for a moment, “i’d say, dinner.” 

you furrowed your brows, “dinner?” 

he nodded, “mhmm, i haven’t had a good home cooked meal in a while. i could help you get beth home, and after dinner, i could help with your studies.” 

you smiled softly, a feeling of warmth washing over you, “that sounds perfect.” 

that one dinner turned into weekly dinners, and soon you found that indiana jones was constantly frequenting your home. 

and it was wonderful.

after work, indiana would stop by the house, and beth would be overjoyed. her relationship with indiana was nothing less then paternal. he was the father figure she was missing, and beth was most definitely a daddy’s girl. 

not only was beth’s relationship growing with indiana, but so was yours. the two of you had spend late nights together, studying at first, but would slowly turn into talks of his adventures. you wanted to hear all about them, indiana lived such an interesting life, and sometimes you’d wished you could adventure like him, but then you saw your daughter’s face light up, and everything became worth it.

you remembered coming home from the store one day to find indiana seated on the floor criss-cross, playing with the young girl. they were building a tower out of blocks, well, mainly indiana was building the tower, beth was trying to eat the blocks. 

“oh no, honey, take that out of your mouth, those blocks don’t taste good.” he said, reaching for the block, only to have beth move her hand away. “ah, you’re quick kid, but i’m faster.” he then took her pacifier off of the coffee table, carefully taking the wooden block and switching it with the pacifier. your daughter didn’t seem phased. 

and something clicked that day. you and indiana’s relationship has purely been platonic, but now, oh lord, you were in trouble. 

it had been two months since indiana began helping you out when everything changed. it was a later night, you and indiana planned to study after putting beth to bed, but the girl would not sleep. you’d fed her, changed her diaper, nothing.

“geez baby, what’s going on?” you whispered, brushing some of her hair away from her face. there was a soft knock against the door, and you glanced up to see indiana in the doorway, “how’s it going up here?” he asked. 

“she keeps fighting me. if i don’t get her to sleep now, she’ll be up all night.” you muttered, stifling a yawn. she’d been struggling with sleeping for the past couple

of days, causing you to lose sleep too. silently, he approached you, gently taking beth off of your hands. 

“go get some rest, sweetheart, we can study tomorrow.” you were too tired to object. you stood on your tiptoes, placing a kiss to his cheek, “thank you, indy.” and you then slipped out of the room, closing the door slightly. 

but as you began to walk to your bedroom, you heard indiana’s hushed voice. “goodness beth, you’re givin’ your mama a hard time, huh? well can i tell you something? she’s working really hard to take care of you, honey. i don’t think i’ve met such a woman like her, and she loves you very much. so, if you could sleep now, that would be very nice of you.” 

the baby cooed in response. indiana remained silent for a moment, before sighing, “you’re really gonna make me do this? okay beth, you asked for it.” 

and then, you heard the most angelic thing: indiana jones was singing. 

“somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. there’s a land that i’ve heard of once in a lullaby.” 

this was a song that you’d sang to beth countless times. it was your absolute favorite, and hearing indiana sing it caused butterflies, fireworks, a whole plethora of metaphors could be used in order to convey how you were feeling.

you were most definitely falling for him. 

“someday i’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me… where trouble melts like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me..”

suddenly, a loud knock pulled you away from the beautiful singing. it was late, who could be here?

you moved past the door, heading toward the stairs. another knock, it sounded urgent.

what the hell?

you descended the staircase before rushing toward the front door. you unlocked it cautiously, before pulling it open. 

your heart dropped. 

“william?”

“hi babe.” no, this could not be happening. not now. 

“um, what are you doing here?” you questioned, immediately feeling uncomfortable. what was he doing here? 

“i want to see her.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest, “no.” 

“no?” 

“you can’t see her, william. she’s sleeping.” suddenly, he pushed past you, barging into your home. “goddamnit william.” he glanced around, nodding, “nice place you have here, personally i’m not the biggest fan of pastels-“

“why should your opinion matter? it’s not your house.” you snapped, your anger building. the man let out a sigh, approaching you, “listen babe, i want you back. i want to be part of becky’s life.” 

you took a step back, taking a shakey breath, “beth. her-her name is beth.” you said. “right, beth.” he corrected, brushing it off as though it was nothing. william then caught sight of a picture on the hallway table, shoving past you, taking it in hand. 

“who is this?” 

it was a picture of beth and indiana. you remembered that day. it was when he returned home from south america, and beth was so excited to see him again. you had immediately taken a photo to commemorate this moment. 

“william, i think you should leave.” 

“you replaced me? does she called her daddy? does she think he’s her dad?” 

you scoffed, absolutely appalled by his behavior, “replaced?? you left! you fucking left me william! i was pregnant with your child and you left! i don’t need you, i never needed you.”

“but you need him, huh? does he help you with every need? every desire?” 

“william, i swear, if you don’t-“

“is everything okay down here?” there he was, your knight in shining armor. indiana was descending the stairs, his gaze switching from you to william. 

“oh he’s in your house now?” 

“william-“

“this is william?” you’d told indiana all about him. it was safe to say that he hated the man with a fiery passion. you didn’t even try to stop him as he rushed down the stairs, standing in front of you. 

“i think it’s time for you to leave, william.” indiana stated. your ex scoffed, glancing at you, “really? this is the best you can do? he ain’t gonna stop me from seeing my daughter.” 

“wanna bet?” 

you let out a gasp as indiana socked william

in the jaw, causing the man to tumble to the ground. 

“indy-“

“what the hell dude!” 

“you listen to me, william, you are going to leave right now, and if you ever come back, i swear to God, you’re gonna regret it.” you’d never seen indiana so upset. 

“and let me tell you something, william, you ready? you’re a fucking idiot, leaving an amazing woman like this. i’ve known her for three months and dammit i love her and beth more then anything in this world-“

he loved you? 

“and i would’ve never in a million years left such a woman and my child like that. but she doesn’t need you anymore. so, get. lost.” 

he didn’t need to be told twice. william scrambled to his feet before rushing out the door. indiana sighed deeply, closing the door behind him, “son of a bitch..” he mumbled before glancing up at you. 

“are you okay?” 

“you love me?” 

he was silent, holding your gaze. 

you asked again.

“you love me?” 

this time he nodded, “yeah. yeah.. i think i do.” he said softly. you smiled, moving towards him, “funny. because i think i’m falling in love with you.” 

indiana’s large hands cupped your face as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. it lasted a moment, before you pulled away, “wait-wait-“

“i’m sorry, was that-“

“promise me something?” your voice a hushed whisper.

“anything.”

“don’t leave me. don’t leave beth. go on your adventures, find your artifacts… but just don’t leave.” 

indiana brushed a stray hair away from your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, i promise.” 

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[cheesy-cryptid]

Even death wont do us part 🥀🥀🥀

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[avaxindy]

come over?

fratboy!indy x reader | minors dni | happy b-day indy

summary: late at night, indy texts you. it’s ambiguous. he doesn’t say why. since you’re just friends, you don’t assume anything by it. but when you arrive at his frat house, things get really heavy really fast.

features: @hanasnx fanfiction, sexual content, dry humping, light choking, explicit language, friends to lovers?, emotional manipulation, slight dubious consent

Your phone vibrates once and then twice a minute later while you are washing your face. The first assumption is that your best friend is trying to convince you to go clubbing with her at the last minute because the baseball team was seen out. You’ll never understand her obsession with them. Just like she’ll never understand your obsession with Indy.

You’re just lucky that your types are polar opposite. Because everyone else seems to have eyes for him. Everyone. And of course, you understand. How could you not crush hard over him? He just has this... way about him that drives you crazy. You’re not even sure he does it intentionally.

After you dry your face and moisturize, you lean over and tap your phone screen. You nearly shriek when you see his name. And the message that reads: come over?

You curse yourself for taking off your pretty clothes and your makeup. Not that Indy ever minded you without makeup. But if you showed up like you look now, you worry he might not get the hint that you like him.

He’s never invited you to hang out this late before. Sometimes you’ll hang out late because your hangouts run overtime. But when you’re with him, you never want to leave. All you can do is hope that he might feel the same way too. The hours you’ve spent analyzing your friendship with Indy is humiliating. You pay attention to his Insta posts and Snap stories, noting where he is and who he’s with. At every frat party hosted by his fraternity, girls practically throw themselves at his feet, and you get jealous every time he flirts back. But to your knowledge it rarely progresses further than that. He has a few exes from his years at the school, but they’ve always spoken highly of him.

You suspect that they’re the ones who have spread rumors about what he can do under the sheets. It’s something that he keeps very private. You suppose a guy like him doesn’t need to brag about his conquests. Girls just know. And you’re drawn to the confidence he gives off.

But what started as you trying to hook up with him ended in you inevitably wanting something more. You’d love to be his girlfriend. And everyone says that he likes you a lot, everyone but him. He’s not so direct about his feelings with you.

There was one time at the movies he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and you swore he was going to kiss you. To this day you have no clue what he told you. You were too anxious to pay attention to his words. The sensation of his breath against your skin was too much for you to handle.

The truth is... you might not be able to take it if he actually wants you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Having what you have wanted all along seems like something that only happens in the movies.

As you frantically reapply your makeup, he texts you again: why aren’t u in my bed rn

While that might seem like he’s texting you for sex, Indy has a special kind of humor that you understand. He’s really just saying that he misses you.

You type out a quick response: Promise im about to leave.

He just hearts the message.

You pick out your outfit, electing for a lulu tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. The worst thing to do in this situation would be to overdress.

When you pull up to his frat house, you realize that you should have walked from your dorm. There’s a party going on, and parking is shit. You have to park from across the street in a big lot, empty this time of the day. His frat house is at the end of the row. It’s a long and annoying walk, but it’s worth it to spend time with him although you really weren’t in the mood for a party. You have an 8am class tomorrow (Friday).

Passing by, you spot his black Camaro in his parking space up front. You know it’s his from the dark-green stripe on the side. He teases you that he owns that color. He calls it Indy green.

The guys running security for the event immediately let you in when you come up to the door. You figure they must know who you are because you’re always here during the day. Actually, you were here this morning studying with Indy. He has a test tomorrow. Maybe he invited you over for a quick cram session. You should have brought your backpack.

People are crammed elbows to elbows in the little two-story. Outside too. Half of the campus must be here. You finally find a familiar face, one of the younger pledges, and you ask him where Indy is. He points upstairs. Maybe Indy wasn’t in the mood for a party. You’ll ask him later.

He lives in the first room after the staircase. He likes it because he only has one neighbor.

You knock first. A couple seconds later, he answers. Evanescence plays in the background softly. You think... it’s a song from Fallen, but you can’t be sure. Knowing him it probably is.

“Hi,” he says, leaning against the door frame. He makes it look small. 

He waves you in. You notice his shiny black nails. He must have just painted them. You grab his hand as you enter and bring his fingers close to your eyes. He has model hands. His hands are decorated with thick and thin steel rings, silver and black. He curls his long fingers around yours.

“What’re you lookin’ at,” he laughs, an impish smirk spanning his lips. 

“They’re pretty, Indy.” You want to shove them in your mouth.

He pulls you along to his bed, and you sit beside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he looks down at you and stares. His eyes sparkle. Something is different in the way he’s looking at you. You hope he feels it too.

“Did you want to study?” you ask, testing the waters. It’s the path of least resistance to find out why he asked you over.

He snorts and flicks the side of your arm. “Tonight? On a Thursday?”

You nod. “Yeah? You have a test tomorrow.”

“We studied. I’ve got it. I’m not worried.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you thought I wanted you to come over?”

“Maybe.”

He looks away and clasps his hands on his lap or picks at the tears in his faded jeans. “You’re wrong.”

“Why did you—”

Indy cuts you off. “Cause I wanted to spend time with you. Got tired of that fucking party ‘cause it’s shit without you. The guys told me not to bring a date this time.” Indy lies down on his bed, situating himself with his head on the pillow. He turns his body to face you.

In the midnight sheets, his skin is ghostlike. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a figment of your imagination. He’s too pretty to be real.

You lie down beside him. This isn’t uncommon. He likes to cuddle sometimes when he’s in the mood. The metal beads on his leather bracelet are cold on your stomach. He holds you close to his chest for a minute or two before turning on his back to reach for the tv remote.

“Wanna watch something?” he asks, switching the tv on.

You shrug. “I don’t care. Only if you do.”

“If... you don’t care,” he whispers.

You don’t need to look up to know what he’s watching. Almost every time you guys hang out like this, he watches Batman Beyond. Hasn’t he seen it at least four times at this point? Nevertheless, you enjoy watching it with him. It’s really the only time you’ve witnessed him completely geek out over something. He’ll pause the show to answer any question you have. The way he comes alive when he talks to you about the things he adores is so precious to you. Even though you’re very, very familiar with the characters now, you still act like you aren’t, just so you can ask him about them. You like the way he explains things. He’s so confident, and it’s seductive, and you don’t want to wait anymore. You can’t. You need to kiss him. Maybe you should ask for permission, but you know he’d tease you for it. So, you decide to go for it while he’s lying there beside you.

Pushing up on the bed, you hover over him for a moment. Instantly, he notices and gazes into your eyes. Indy’s face is blank, void of all emotion and judgment. You can’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t let you. But you can’t back down. You’ve already committed to showing him what you want.

Indy’s lips are softer than you expected. Your mouth fits to his like puzzle pieces. You tangle your fingers in his hair. And he lets you kiss him for what feels like hours. You know that it’s only a moment truly. But you wish it could go on all night long.

Satisfied, you sit up, and he follows. He speaks first before you could even get a word in to explain yourself.

“If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just said it.”

Flustered, you look away. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb, Indy. I know you don’t want me like that.”

“Who says?”

You only shrug. No one’s ever said that, but he’s never made it clear that he wants more than friendship

Indy leans close. He holds up his hand. “Can I grab you here?” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your neck like he wants to choke you.

You swallow and feel the motion of your throat collide with his skin. “Yes,” you whisper.

His grip tightens, not by much. As he falls on you, Indy pushes you down onto the bed, holding you by the neck. His sinful mouth devours yours as his weight crushes you into the pillows and bed sheets. The kiss turns wet when his tongue slips inside, and he explores you. Before Indy, you had always thought girls were just were exaggerating when they said he had his tongue down my throat

His bangs tickle your forehead and the side of your face. His hair almost reaches his shoulders now, but you like it long. It’s easier to tug on and play with, especially in moments like these. Between your fingers, his hair is taut silk darker than demons’ eyes. He moans into you when you tug, and he seems to like it hard.

When he’s finished, Indy leaves your mouth sensitive and wet with an exchange of fluids. You lick them, savoring the leftovers, and all you can think about is more. More from him. More of him.

His silver chains dangle around his neck and catch the dimmed bedroom light. Through the loose neckline of his shirt, you see milky skin, and you start to lift his shirt to touch him.

“Baby, you wanna go all the way, huh?” He lets go of your throat to take off his shirt. The dark fabric slides up his lithe body. His hair is tousled from the action. “Didn’t know you were that hot for me. Dammit, why did you wait so long to do something about it?”

“Why did you?” you look up at him with your eyes big and wide, lips pouting. It’s true. You had wanted him to move in on you first. But time had made you impatient.

“Didn’t wanna ruin us...” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the sweet curve of your neck. “What we have is so good.”

“I think it’s worth the risk,” you whisper.

He sighs lowly, very contently. “That’s just what I thought too.” He kisses your shoulder. And he starts grinding his hips into you, needing the friction, his budding erection digging into you already. “Want it now, baby?”

#heart divider by cafekitsune #ava x indy #indy x reader #indy smut #indy x reader smut #hanasnx #indy x you #hanasnx x reader #hanasnx smut #fratboy!indy

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Adventure For The Ark - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: The Adventure For The Ark

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Marion, Reader's father (Mentioned), Sallah, Fayah, the Kids (Mentioned), Toht, Dietrich, Belloq, Government men, Brody, and other excavators (Mentioned)

Requested by @groovy-lady (thank you for requesting again! It's super long! Beware! <3)

WC: 11,311

Warnings: Reader is Marion's older sister, slight suggestiveness, alcohol mentioned, family angst, fighting (physically and verbally) canon level amount of fighting, yelling, inappropriate underaged relationship briefly mentioned, guns, overall violence, death mentioned, murder mentioned, fire, cursing, movie references, snakes, animal cruelty (snakes), mummies, slight changes to the canon storyline, Nazi's mentioned, kidnapping, mentions of possible torture, anxiety, religious beliefs, taunting, teasing, name calling (nothing bad), blood, wounds/injury, weapons in general, angst, and fluff

The white chalk in your hand brushed against the chalkboard, leaving streaks and smears of white against the black, shiny surface. You turned your back to the board once more, looking at your students, "The Greeks had a vast pantheon of gods. Each of their gods ruled over a specific sphere, whether regional, natural, or event-based. All gods taken together ruled all things, but no one god ruled everything." A hand rose in the back row, you gestured to the student, "Yes, Mr. Phillips?"

"Are their religions faith-based?" He asked, dropping his hand back on his desk as you shook your head.

"Their religion relied heavily on tradition, beliefs from their past and current society. It was based entirely on what they believed in and how that was related to their history and philosophy," You paused, "It didn't take long for the Greeks to discover the importance of ritualistic religious practices. The priests were trained in rituals to preserve the peace and balance between human and divine energy-" You paused briefly, spotting Mr. Brody at the door. Looking back at the class, you tried to calm your racing heart and your growing smile, "Well, I'm feeling generous today; read chapters seven through ten. Oh, and don't forget to review your study guides!"

You watched your students file out of the room, before briskly rushing out, finding Mr. Brody standing by the wall. Rushing over, you fidgeted with your ring; twirling it round and round your fingers, "Is he back?" You asked, voice soft as your heart continued to race, Mr. Brody nodded with his own smile.

"Yes, he's in his class. He was going to-"

"Thanks, Marcus!" You replied, completely ignoring everything else he had to say as you rushed off, down the hall to Indiana's class.

You skidded to a halt in front of Indiana's door, taking a breath, you knocked on the door before pushing it open. You bit your lip as you stepped in, watching Indiana flip through some paper at his desk. "I see how it is... You come back from a trip and you don't even come to see your wife first." You sighed, walking over to the front of his desk, and taking a seat on it.

Indiana glanced up at you, a smirk growing on his face as he looked back down at the papers in his hand. "Well, I did have business to tend to." You glared at him as he flipped through pages, "But I promise I'll make it up to you later~"

You rolled your eyes before looking away, "So, how'd the trip go? Bring back anything pretty?" You heard an exasperated sigh from beside you, looking back over at Indiana as he frowned. 

"I had the idol, but my rival took it." He answered simply, making you scoff.

"Rival? What are we in? A movie? There will be other adventures and trips you will go on. Who knows, you might find something better than that idol." You tried to reassure him, reaching over to gently nudge the bridge of his glasses up.

The corner of his lips twisted up a little at that before he spoke up, "Actually, I have to go to Egypt, to recover the Ark."

Your eyes widened, "The Ark, like The Ark?" You breathed, a grin growing on your lips, "Goodness, Indiana, that sounds like a huge adventure! You must let me come with you!" Indiana raised an eyebrow at you, "Please? I'll try not to get in the way. Come on, I haven't been on a trip in such a long time." You practically begged, clasping your hands together under your chin, batting your eyelashes innocently. “Besides,” You pouted slightly, “You’ll need me.”

He sighed, "Alright fine, you can go with me." That bright smile you always seemed to bring to his face returned, "It will be dangerous." He warned as you shook your head.

"You know me, Indy. I won't go down without a good fight." You assured him, before your expression shifted to something a little darker, "Besides, when have I ever been afraid of danger?" Indiana smiled a little at that, reaching out to pull you close enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. His touch lingered for a moment, brushing away stray strands of hair, cupping your cheek, and tucking it back into your Y/F/C headscarf.

"I love you, Mrs. Jones..." He murmured, his deep voice vibrating through you, as you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, savoring the contact.

After pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly, "And I you, Mr. Jones…" You muttered and you could feel his smile widen.

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"Alright, so what's the plan?" You asked as you walked through Nepal, arm looped through Indy's.

"Well, we have to find your father, the Nazis are looking for the Ark, and I need his help." He answered, voice low before you paused.

"Indy... My father died a while ago." You muttered, making Indiana pause too.

"What?" He asked, beyond shocked as you nodded.

"He died a couple of years ago, I told you... Remember? I got a letter during dinner?" You mumbled, rubbing your fingers over your wedding ring absentmindedly.

Indiana ran a hand through his hair, pulling at it slightly, "I remember." Before he let out a sigh and turned to look down at you. "Do you think your sister would be of any help?" 

You sputtered a laugh, "My sister? You know, Indy, that I was the one that got the adventurous side of my father." You rolled your eyes, "And she got the drinking side." You muttered bitterly.

You and your baby sister, Marion had always been close but after you moved from Nepal and left for the States, the relationship crumbled. You got a job as a professor of world religions at Marshall College, unknowingly becoming colleagues with Indiana Jones, whom you had known as your sister's ex-boyfriend. You didn't care much for the archaeology professor, finding him a bit stubborn and annoying, but after a couple of years, you found yourself warming up to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the aisle wearing a beautiful white dress, your hair tied up into a bun and a veil over your face. You hadn't cried since the day your father died. But now, tears slipped down your cheeks and onto your veil as you walked toward your future husband. Your sister didn't come, you hoped she would. But she didn’t show up for the canopy, nor when Indiana broke the glass. Even after, during the feast; she didn’t come. But her absence didn’t stop you from enjoying your wedding, it was your special day after all; marrying the love of your life.

You snapped out of your daze and stared at the bar your sister owned, "It looks closed, Indy." You muttered before you strained your ears, hearing voices inside. "Should we go in?" You then whispered, turning to look up at your husband.

Indiana said nothing as he stared at the door, slowly unraveling the whip from his hip. Suddenly, you heard some ruckus from inside, and Indiana was quick to step into the bar. You grabbed your gun as you watched Indy whip an iron-hot poking rod from your sister's face. 

"Let her go." Indiana commanded calmly, pointing his gun at the man.

You glanced beside you, seeing the curtain catch fire, and the man holding your sister seemed to have noticed too. Before you could even blink, Indy shot and gunfire rang out. You managed to see your sister escape the Nazi's clutches, as you followed Indy and continued to shoot who you could, backing back around the side of the bar. Quickly, you shot a man down, ducking as someone tried to shoot you. You peeked up, shooting the man with the rifle down before ducking once more; hoping both Indy and your sister were safe. You watched as Indy shot flaming logs down, watching as they caught the floor aflame and quickly caught a man on fire. You heard Marion cry out as the burning man fell dead before her. Peeking up again, you tried to shoot another man, who nearly missed you and shot a hole in the beer barrel. Ducking down, you turned around to see Marion above you with a flaming piece of wood over her head, seemingly going to hit you until she saw it was you, pausing.

"What are you doing here?!" She cried, tossing the plank and ducking down in front of you.

"Were you really going to hit me, sis?" You asked hauntingly, holding your free hand to your heart, "Wow, you were going to hit your sister."

She simply rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here?" She repeated, ignoring you as you rolled your eyes back, you opened your mouth to speak, only to hear more gunshots hit against the bar, some bullets breaking the remaining bottle of alcohol on the shelf above. 

Growling, brushing off some shards of glass, you turned around as you peeked over the bar and shot the man who was hiding behind a tipped-over table, "Let me talk to my sister! Damn!" Huffing, you ducked back down to face Marion. "I'm here with Indy. We are trying to find the Ark before these idiots do."

She scrunched up her eyebrows, "Why are you with Jones?" She asked and you gave her a deadpanned look before raising your left hand, showing her your ring. Her jaw dropped as she stared at it, "You married him!?"

"I freaking invited you to the wedding, Mar!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air before another shot rang out. "Less talk, more fight." You quickly finish, turning and shooting another man down as Indy was tossed onto the bar.

Obviously struggling, he gestured to a bottle with his eyes before saying, "Whiskey?" Marion quickly grabbed the bottle, and you noticed the other man in the room watching as a trail of fire made its way down the bar. Indiana grabbed the bottle and slammed it on the man's head, who let go of him; Indiana narrowly escaped the trail of flames. You stood, grabbing Marion's arm as you did so. Watching with wide eyes as the man began to choke out Indiana, if you had any more bullets, you would've done something.

"Shoot them." The man with glasses and the gravelly voice spoke, "Shoot them both." He demanded as the man beside him cocked his rifle, right about to shoot Indiana and the man holding him down.

The man holding Indiana moved Indiana's arm, using his gun to shoot the man with the rifle before they both moved away. The gravelly-voiced man hid behind a tipped-over table before something caught his eyes. He picked up the medallion, his hand quickly burning and searing as it smoked. The man cried out in pain as Indiana fought for his gun and other men cowered away and left the inflamed bar. You pulled Marion out from behind the bar, before going up to Indiana as he fought with a man, his arm on fire as he tried to punch Indy. Making it behind the man, you headbutted the end of your gun upon his head, knocking the man out.

"Thanks." Indiana spoke, out of breath as you gave him a smile. 

Turning, you watched, frozen as one more man stood, pointing his gun at Indiana. Fear engulfed you, closing your eyes and flinching at the sound of a gunshot, only to open your eyes to see Indiana alive and the man with the gun toppling over; your sister behind him, with a gun in her hands.

Letting out a laugh, your sister moved quickly, "My medallion!" She grabbed it with a cloth just as Indiana grabbed her arm, grabbing you before pulling the three of you out of the burning bar. Standing out in the harsh winds, you clung onto Indiana as your sister yelled out, "Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time!"

"Boy, you're something!" He replied, holding onto you and his prized hat.

"Yeah, I'll tell you what!" She began, "Until I get back my five-thousand dollars, you're going to get more than you bargained for!" She then pulled out her medallion, "I'm your goddamn partner!"

"Really!? Money's the only thing you care about right now!? We freaking saved your life!" You exclaimed, already annoyed that she'd obviously have to join you and Indy. "And you didn't even come to my wedding!" You added as Marion scoffed.

"I didn't even know you got married, Y/N! I didn't even know you were married to Jones!" She shouted back, gesturing to Indy.

"Well, it would've been nice if my sister got to see me freaking get married, despite whom I was marrying!" You argued back, Indiana placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Girls, girls, we should go. Talk this out later." He suggested, but more like commanded, before leading you down the streets.

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You glared in front of you as you crossed your legs. Dressed in a new pair of clothes, you toyed with the necklace you wore, one of the many presents from Indy after you lost your original one, a simple silver chain, with the Star of David. Normally, you wouldn't have worn it on an adventure, but it was sort of a good luck charm for you; and Indy. Indy returned from the bathroom, taking a seat beside you, noticing your off gaze and the deep frown on your face. He reached over and took your hand in his. You looked over, meeting his eyes.

"You okay?" He questioned softly.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your forehead, "No. I mean, I am very stressed out right now. A lot has happened in the past few days." You admitted softly, looking down at the ground. "And I want to know why Marion didn't come to our wedding. I mean-" You paused, cringing at the thought.

Indiana squeezed your hand in his gently, "What?"

You sighed, slightly defeated, "Do you think she didn't come because of your... Past with her?" You asked, looking up at him, only making Indy smirk slightly.

"I thought you said you weren't jealous about that." He teased you, making you groan.

"Indy! I'm not, you know this! I'm just wondering. I mean, I know the breakup was… Strange. I’m still a bit annoyed at you about it." You answered, and Indiana nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips, and kissing your knuckles softly.

"You know what I think?" Indiana asked you, his voice low; husky. You would've swooned over just his voice if you hadn't been trying to pay attention to what he was saying, "I think you should talk it out with her." His smirk widened as his half-lidded eyes stared down into yours, "Talk to her, and stop ogling over your husband." He teased, making you scoff, a smirk growing on your own lips as you nuzzled your nose with his.

"I can ogle over my husband as much as I want, Jones."

"Whatever you say, Jones." He answered back as you got out of your seat, your hand reluctantly slipping from his as you headed down a few rows, spotting your sister looking out of the window.

You awkwardly shuffled down, sitting in the seat across from her, giving her a small smile. "Hey." You greeted softly and she glanced at you before returning her gaze outside. You sighed heavily.

"You're married to Jones." Marion stated quietly after a bit, making you wince slightly.

You shrugged lightly, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees. "Yeah. That would technically make me one also." 

She rolled her eyes, looking at you, "Don't act smart with me. Not right now. I'm still taking this all in." She waved her hand in the air.

"I get it." You replied, sitting back, "I would've felt the same, considering you should've known for a good five years."

Marion's eyes widened, "Five years!? You've been married for five damn years!?" 

"Yeah, which brings me to asking you why you didn't come to my wedding."

Marion glared at you, crossing her arms, "I didn't know, invitation got lost in transit, obviously. If I did, I would've told you not to marry the idiot."

Now it was your turn to glare, "It wouldn't have mattered, I love him. I think you're just jealous, you're just in a relationship with that bar." You sassed back, making Marion gasp in offense.

"Me? Jealous? It's more of you being jealous! You had always liked Jones when I was with him. Half of me thinks you did this in spite of me." She answered back, making you scoff in return, eyes widening in shock.

"How dare you suggest that! I'll have you know I hated his guts when I found out I was working alongside him. And don’t forget that you were fifteen when you started “dating” him." 

“Oh, don’t bring that up!” She groaned, “I was young and dumb, and he was charming.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

You scrunch your nose, “Kind of hard not too, Mar, I told you not to fall for him. Too inappropriate. He was Dad’s student, and wayyy too old for you.” You trailed off.

The silence between you seeped into the air, creating a thick tension that could’ve been cut with a knife. "What changed?" Marion huffed softly.

"I fell in love with him…" You spoke softly, before letting out a defeated sigh, looking down at your lap and at your ring. "I fell in love with his charm, good looks, not to mention his love for adventure." You smiled dreamily, the sun reflecting off the gemstone on your silver ring. "After that hatred I felt for him disappeared, we became friends. He'd drive me to work and we'd have lunch together. I never realized how funny he was. How charming, handsome, hardworking, caring, passionate; perfect." You let out another sigh, "I didn't hesitate when he proposed; he was my future the moment I called him a stubborn mule." You laughed admiringly, looking up to see your sister with a small smile on her face.

"You called him a stubborn mule?" She asked with that soft, somewhat teasing grin of hers.

"Yes," You began to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as you closed your eyes, "It was such a dumb fight. We accidentally had our seating charts mixed up and so I went over there and he went over to mine. We bumped right into each other. A small fight began; I scolded him for not watching where he was going, and he told me that I had his chart... As if I had some scheme to have stolen it in the first place, which I had not!" You laughed, hearing Marion follow as she too giggled. Your laughter died down a bit, as you let out a happy sigh, "I will say that, I am happy."

Marion bit her lip before speaking with a nod, "And I guess that's all that matters." She then smirked, “I will say though,” She sighed, “It is a bit odd to see you married to my ex.”

“Oh, don’t get me started,” You laughed out, “Don't worry, I gave him a firm talking too when he asked me out on our first date. But I really wouldn’t trade him for anything, not after… All he has done to me over the years.” You chuckled. “He really is great in every way."

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Walking beside Indiana, arm in arm, you followed his dear friend Sallah up to the roof of his home, seeing the beautiful sight of Cairo. Sallah, with drink in hand, raised his arms, gesturing out to the city. "Cairo, city of the living. A paradise on earth." He spoke with such excitement and admiration.

Indiana chuckled, his hand gently squeezing your waist, but your mind was elsewhere. You watched as Sallah's wife, Fayah, walked over to her children, scolding them lightly as they laughed and played with a monkey. The monkey was quick to jump onto your sister, surprising her as the monkey climbed onto her shoulders. You laughed along with them, before the children led Marion and the monkey away. 

You gently squeezed Indiana's shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple before you went off to the children, monkey, and your sister, sitting around; watching the monkey play. Indiana watched as you left, eyes filled with adoration before he turned to Sallah. "You're the best digger in Egypt." Indiana spoke, carving a fruit as Fayah poured more liquid in his glass.

"My services are entirely inconsequential to them." He began, "They've hired or shanghaied every digger in Cairo. The excavation is enormous. They hire only strong backs and they pay pennies for them." He let out a sigh, as he looked out among the city rooftops, "As if the pharaohs have returned."

"When did they find the map room?" Indiana asked, continuing to cut the fruit in his hands.

"Three days ago. They have not one brain among them." Sallah replied, "Except one." He then let out a sigh, "He is very clever. He's a French archaeologist."

Indiana raised his head, a look of realization crossing his face, "What's his name?" He asked, only for Sallah to answer.

"They call him 'Bellosh'."

Indiana began to laugh, confusing Sallah, "Belloq. Belloq." Indiana corrected.

"The Germans have a great advantage over us. They are near to discovering the Well of Souls."

Indiana leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk on his face, "Well, they're not going to find it without this." He answered, taking the medallion out of his pocket, analyzing it. "Who can tell us about these markings?" He asked, handing the ancient looking item to Sallah.

Sallah looks down at the medallion in his hands, letting out a sigh, "Perhaps a man I know can help us." He pauses, sitting the medallion down, "Indy... There is something that troubles me."

"What is it?" Indiana asked, as Sallah leaned forward, resting his elbows and arms on the table.

"The Ark." He paused, "If it is there, at Tanis... Then it is something that… Was not meant to disturb." Sallah warned, "Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth." He subtly shook his head.

"You know me, Sallah..." Indiana replied, leaning back in his seat.

Sallah opened his mouth to speak before he and Indiana suddenly heard laughter. Turning, Indiana and Sallah watched as you gave one of the smaller children a piggyback ride, Marion laughing as she held the curious monkey. Sallah, hummed, a smile growing on his face as he turned back to Indiana who had continued to stare at you. He watched as you twirled around, the child on your back squealing as you did so. Your laughter sounded so pure and full of happiness. Indiana could feel his heart clench at how happy you were, and how incredibly lucky he was to have you.

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But Indiana didn’t think he’d be at the Nazi dig site, in disguise, while with the plan to use the medallion and staff to find the correct location of the Ark. Indiana felt as if his soul had been taken out of his body before being thrown to the ground and stomped on repeatedly when he thought both you and your sister were dead. Fighting all those men, Indiana’s attention was all on surviving, and not getting stabbed. Turning around, and not seeing you with him, broke him, sending him into a fit of hysteria. 

Unknown to him, you had gone after your sister who had been running away from another goon. In the process, hiding in the baskets probably wasn’t the best idea; especially with that monkey selling you both out. You remembered calling out for Indy, as was your sister as you were both carried off by four men. You couldn’t see anything in those baskets, but you could feel how unsteady and bumpy the ride was, making you feel slightly sick; and the sound of machine guns. Oh, you hoped they didn’t shoot Indy, but deep down you knew he was alright and that he would save you and your sister.

Climbing up the handmade rope from Sallah and haphazardly passing multiple nazis and other bad men, Indiana rushed into a brown striped tent, hoping to find out more on the real location of the Ark. Stepping into the tent, Indiana’s eyes widened, seeing both you and Marion tied to a pole, side by side. Marion looked up first, glaring up at the man with his face half-covered; unknowing that it was Indiana. You looked up a moment later, eyes widening as you let out a muffled version of his name. 

Without a second wasted, Indiana dropped down and took your face in his hands, eyes racking over your features as he let out an airy laugh. Indiana noticed in whatever hassle you had gone through, your head scarf had fallen off, lost in the fray. He’d buy you another one when you both went home; hell, he’d buy you a hundred.

“I thought you were dead. You both must’ve switched baskets.” He spoke softly, fearing to be heard as he quickly loosened the cloth over your mouth, doing the same with Marion before turning back to you. Leaning down he brought you into a desperate kiss, peppering a few more around your face before he let out a sigh, his heart racing from relief and happiness as he searched your face; seeing if you had any cuts or bruises. “Are you hurt?” He then asked, only for you to shake your head.

“No, I’m alright.” You answered, making Indiana sigh in relief once more, pulling you back into another kiss, which you readily reciprocated. “Don’t have to worry about me, Jonesy.” You whispered out as he pulled away, watching his enthusiastic smile slip into a grin.

“Kind of hard not too.” He replied, going back in for yet another kiss until you heard an ‘ahem’ from beside you.

“Uh, I’m alright too. Thanks for asking.” Marion spoke, rolling her eyes, “Now are you going to untie us or what? And, really, Y/N… ‘Jonesy’? Really?” She asked, turning to you, disgust on her face.

“It’s cute. He loves it when I call him that.” You spoke, only for Indiana to shake his head.

“I don’t.” He answered, face red either from embarrassment or the sun before you mouthed ‘he does,’ to Marion.

“I’m glad you’re here though, Indy. That French guy keeps coming onto Marion and it’s gross.” You spoke, scrunching up your nose.

“Yeah, why doesn’t he go after you too?” Marion asked you, turning to you slightly.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he respects the ring.” You thought as Marion shrugged back.

“Oh, I thought it was because I was prettier, oh well…” She hummed, as you nudged her in the side with your elbow in retaliation. Indiana pulled out a small switchblade, reaching over to cut the ties. “They keep asking about you. What you know.” Marion began, making Indiana pause, before putting his switchblade away.

“What are you doing?” You whispered-shouted, looking up at Indiana with wide confused eyes. 

“I know where the Ark is, Y/N.” Indiana spoke, holding the wooden pole behind you.

“The Ark’s here?” You asked breathily, Indiana nodding in response. “Well, I’m coming with you, Indy.” You answered back firmly, giving him a small glare as Marion struggled beside you.

“Yeah, cut us loose. You can’t leave us here!” She began to freak out before Indiana placed a hand on yours and Marion’s shoulders.

“Listen,” He began looking to you, to Marion, and back, “If I take you out of here now, they’ll start combing the place for us.” He answered back, before moving the cloth back in your mouth as Marion fought as he did the same for her.

“No, Jones. You’ve got to get us out of here! Come on, Jones! Are you crazy!?”

“Marion, I hate to do this… You are my sister in law… But if you don’t sit still and keep quiet… The whole thing is going to be shot.” He turned to you, placing his hand in your hair as he stared down at you as you stared up at him. “I’ll come back for you… Both of you.” He finished, quickly pressing a final rushed kiss to the crown of your head before rushing out of the tent.

“Jones, what’s the matter?” Marion tried to call out to him, receiving another nudge in the side from you.

“Just quit it, he’ll come back for us. Just be patient.” You muffled out, Marion turning to you, her eyebrows furrowed. 

“What?” She muffled out, her dark hair in her face.

“I said, be patient.” You tried to annunciate, only for Marion to give you another confused look. You sighed, “Nevermind.” You mumbled, going back to drawing in the sand with your foot.

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That night, you huffed as that French man, you’ve known to be Belloq, untied you and your sister from the pole. Marion fought, realizing that she was untied, she ran to the exit of the tent; quickly getting stopped by another man. You stood up, brushing down your shirt and pants as Belloq spoke.

“If you’re trying to escape on foot, the desert is three weeks in every direction.” He spoke, his accented voice rolling off his tongue gracefully, “So, please, eat something. Both of you.” You eyed the man before heading over to the table, grabbing an apple. You eyed the apple next, turning it every which way, inspecting it for any hints of poison. You shrugged and took a bite, watching as Marion hobbled over on her knees next to you. “I must apologize for their treatment of you.” Belloq continued, as Marion sat down, scarfing down the food, you were silent as you bit your apple.

“Yeah, who’s idea was it? No food, no water.” She grabbed a glass of water, “What kinds of people are these friends of yours?” She spoke angrily, before chugging the water down.

“At this particular time and place, to do my work, they are necessary evils.” Belloq answered, opening a box and bringing it over to Marion. “They are not my friends. However, with the right connections… Even in this part of the world, we are not entirely uncivilized.” He finished, picking up the ends of a white lace fabric and showing it to your sister.

You silently rolled your eyes, biting your apple as Marion froze before huffing out a laugh. “It’s beautiful.” She remarked, biting into a piece of bread, her mouth already slightly full. 

“I would very much like to see you in it.” Belloq spoke, as Marion let out a laugh, taking another bite of the food.

“I’ll bet you would.” She spoke, before slowly realizing that the man was serious, dropping the half-eaten fruit in her hand down on the table. “All right.” Marion spoke, grabbing the dress out of the box. She brought it up to herself, as Belloq passed her the matching heels. 

You watched, slowly chewing your food as you sat in an empty chair, almost feeling bad for your sister as she went to change. Wearing a dress in the desert was a terrible idea. Especially those heels. You cringed at the thought of the sand getting in those shoes, making you glad you had your boots.

“What do you got to drink around here?” She asked, as she stepped behind a small curtain.

“We don’t have much time.” Belloq spoke as he rose from his seat, “Soon they will come to harm you, and I will not be able to stop them…” You leaned over, seeing that he was secretly peeping in on your sister with a mirror.

“Perve.” You muttered, tossing the apple core.

“Unless you are able to give me something to placate them.” He paused, “Some, uh, piece of information… Which I can use to protect you from them.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of alcohol. Why he wasn’t asking you questions was really odd to you, you were the one married to Indiana after all. But, if they didn’t know that, thinking you were just another girl found with Indy, you’d keep it that way.

“I’ve already told you everything I know. I have no loyalty to Jones.” She spoke before she stepped out from behind the curtain. “He’s brought me nothing but trouble.” She walked over, spinning around for Belloq, making you roll your eyes.

“Cute right?” She asked you, turning to you as she played with the dress’s skirt.

“Very.” You replied shortly, eyeing Belloq as he fawned over her.

“Marion, you are beautiful.” He complimented her, as she smiled, but you knew that smile. She was up to something. Like the time she tried to steal the chai cookies from the jar when she was seven. She was up to something.

Belloq then turned to you, “And you, I suppose you also know nothing?” He asked as you nodded, grabbing another fruit.

“I worked at a restaurant before this… Jones fellow came in and now I’m here.” Your lie fell easily from your lips.

Belloq hummed, nodding, “Unfortunate. I hope, for your sake, you’ll make it out alive and back to your repetitious lifestyle.”

You nodded, slowly chewing, giving your sister a side glance, you hoped she’d do something soon.

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“Get out.” Indiana commanded his friend, waving the flaming torch around to stop the snakes from coming any closer. He had found the Ark, where he had thought it was, and excavated it with the help of Sallah and the nicer men. Sallah climbed up the rope, the rope then falling and landing to the ground before Indiana. He turned up at the entrance in shock, confusion, fear; “Sallah!-” 

“Hello!” Belloq greeted from the entrance, waving down at Indiana. “Why, Dr. Jones, whatever are you doing in such a nasty place?” He asked, tauntingly. 

“Why don’t you come on down here! I’ll show you!” Indiana called up, making Belloq shake his head.

Crouching down at the edge, he continued to speak, “Thank you, my friend, but I think we are all very comfortable up here.” He laughed with the men surrounding him, “That’s right isn’t it?”

Two of the head German gentlemen walked over, peering down at Indiana, “Yes, we are very comfortable up here.” Dietrich replied.

“So, once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine. What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits.” He paused, “You’re about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.” He teased Indiana, chuckling. 

Indiana laughed back sarcastically, “Son of the bi-”

“I’m afraid we much be going now, Dr. Jones. Our prize is awaiting in Berlin. But I do not wish to leave you down in that awful place all alone.” Dietrich spoke, making Belloq look up at him in surprise as men dragged both you and Marion to the hole. 

“Slimy pig, you let me go!” Marion demanded, “Stop it!”

You struggled in the hands of the two men holding you, “Let me go too!” Your eyes widening as the creepy man from the bar tossed your sister into the snake pit with Indiana.  

She screamed as she fell, catching the sculpted mouth of a statue, “Marion!” Indiana yelled, as she dangled. “Hang on!” Below, he held his arms open, ready to catch her.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened, turning to the two men holding you quickly, “Actually, gentlemen, I think I’d like to stay up here.” You tried to convince them but they tried to push you, your feet digging into the sand. “You better catch me, Indy!” You yelled down at him, making him doubletake, looking from you to Marion and back. Letting out a breath, you nudge your elbows into the sides of the two men, making them let go of you, doubling over. You let out a deep breath before stepping off and into the hole, shutting your eyes as your hair whipped around and your stomach flipped. 

You quickly landed in Indiana’s arms, hearing him grunt at the impact before you opened your eyes. Indiana was already looking at you, his hands around your waist and legs gripping you tightly as he breathed heavily, “You alright?” He asked and you nodded with a smile.

“Yes, thank you.” You thanked him, pressing a quick kiss to his sweaty cheek, “Now save my sister.” You spoke, patting his chest before hopping out of his arms and grabbing a still flaming torch from the ground; shooing off the snakes. You watched as the tooth of the statue began to crumble away, making Marion fall, hitting the side of the statue before into Indiana’s arms. 

“You traitor! You get your hands off of me!” She yelled at him, pushing off of him before she landed into the same, staring right at an angry King Cobra. She froze, as did you and Indy.

“Mar, slowly back away.” You told her, watching as she slowly crawled backwards, climbing onto Indiana’s back and shoulders to get away from the snakes. 

“Snakes!” She cried, trying to get away from them as if they were mice or rats. Indiana groaned and struggled to hold her as he himself was trying to stay away from the shiny, seemingly slimy, reptiles. “At your feet!” She continued, as you watched, periodically shooing more snakes away. You were glad that you didn’t really fear snakes as your sister and Indiana did. Sometimes, you actually thought the legless things were cute.

“The girl was mine!” Belloq exclaimed from the surface.

“She’s of no use to us. Only our mission for the fuehrer matters.” Dietrich argued, “I wonder sometimes, Monsieur, if you have that clearly in mind.” He finished as Belloq went back to the hole.

“It was not to be, chérie.” He spoke down to Marion.”

“You bastards! I’ll get you for this!” She yelled up to them from Indiana’s arms.

“Indiana Jones… Adieu.” Belloq then left as some of the workers pushed the covering over the hole.

“No!” Marion cried out, but it was too late.

You let out a sigh, continuing to push more snakes away. “Well, that was eventful.” You spoke, making Indiana and Marion turn to you, obviously not liking your sarcasm. “What? Do you want me to be optimistic about this? Or should I be freaking out and crying about how I’m going to die.”

Indiana sat down Marion and passed her a torch, before looking to you, “Y/N, sweetheart, snakes…” He spoke out and you sighed, nodding.

“I understand you have a fear of them, but I just find them inconvenient small slithering, slippery serpents.” You shrugged. “I have complete faith that you’ll find a way out of here, honey.”

Indiana sighed, handing Marion a torch, , “Take this. Wave at anything that slithers.” He spoke, turning back to a section of snakes; beginning to shoo some snakes away.

“Oh my god,” Marion exclaimed as the three of you tried to keep the snakes at bay. “The whole place is slithering.” 

Marion then turned around, spotting something on his belt, she pointed the fire at it, “Indy!” Mistaking his whip for a snake.

“Marion!” You exclaimed as she poked him with the fire.

“Ow!” He turned to her with a glare, “Jesus!”

You rolled your eyes, “Try and not kill my husband while we are down here, please.” You begged, back to back with Marion. 

“How the hell are we going to get out of here!?” She cried out in distress, ignoring your comment. 

Indiana looked around the room frantically as he pushed away a snake with his foot, “I’m working on it. I’m working on it.” He answered frustratedly. 

“Well, whatever you are doing, do it faster.” Marion called out, as Indiana spotted something. Snakes slipping out of a small hole in the wall. A nasty sight to behold.

“Indy, honey, where are you going?” You asked, as Indiana moved the torch higher as he pointed to the wall of snakes.

“To that wall. Just get ready to run, both of you. Whatever happens to me.” He spoke as Marion turned to him.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked as Indiana began to climb a statue. She turned to look at you as she waved away snakes. “What does he mean by that?” She asked you, hoping for an answer.

“Sorry, I have no idea. And I’ve been doing this for years.” You huffed, nudging a legless lizard back. “Sadly, this is what usually happens on adventures with Indy.” You mumbled, more to yourself.

Indiana grabbed his whip, whipping it and hooking it on the jaw of another statue, before he started to climb it.

“Indy!” Marion called up to him, beginning to worry and freak out as the snakes got closer. “Don’t leave us down here by ourselves!”

“He won’t leave us! Oh my goodness, Marion! You said he left us at the tent, but he didn’t, even though technically we came to him; he won’t leave us. I’m married to the man for crying out loud!” You exclaimed, as Indiana continued to climb, freezing when he saw a snake. 

Burning it with the fire, the snake fell and landed right on Marion’s shoulders and neck, instantly freaking her out. You rushed over to her, quickly; gently, taking the snake by the tail and tossing it to the side. 

“Indy, dear, be careful what you drop from up there! I didn’t hear the broadcast about raining snakes!” You yelled up to him, whipping your hands on your pants before grabbing your torch again.

Indiana tossed down his dead torch as he continued to climb, both you and Marion backing yourself in a corner as Indiana climbed to the top of the statue, before beginning to push it from the wall.

“Indy!” Marion called to him again as he struggled to get it to move, hearing it crack as old sand and dust fell down.

“Get ready!” He yelled down.

“Indy, the torch is going out!” Marion cried up to him.

Quickly, the statue broke from its spot, falling down as Indaiana held onto it, landing and breaking a wall open. You let out a cough as you held Marion up and over the statue, chucking the heel she was holding away. Hopping down the large pieces of stone wall, you sat down on one as Marion went forward. 

“Indy!” You called for him, cupping your mouth with your hands as you looked around the dark room.

“Indy!” Marion copied, unknowingly holding onto a mummified skeleton. She screamed, eyes wide in horror as she pushed the mummified man away, eyes then landing on another one, before running into a few more. She rushed forward to get away from the dead, only to run through a whole hall of the creepy, gross, webbed dead men. 

Indiana was quick to grab her, “Look!” He said, “Look!” He pulled her around the corner to show her sunlight shining through a crack in the wall of stones. You stood there waiting for them, surprising your sister.

“Where were you?” She asked, still a bit scared and worked up from the hundreds of mummies in the other room. You simply point behind her, showing a second, more empty hall that you had gone through, resulting you in the same spot. “Oh…” She mumbled, before Indiana let out a huff of relief, climbing the pieces of rock and stone, with you and Marion close behind.

Indiana struggled to push the giant sandstone, it slowly sliding out of place and down, opening enough space for the three of you to escape. Indiana didn’t waste to hop off of the hole, spotting the Nazi planes loading up their things. Helping the two of you out, Indiana pointed to the side and you all made a run for it, ducking low so you wouldn’t be spotted. Getting into a good spot in a tent, you watched as men ran around, as Indiana whistled. Looking over, you also spotted Sallah.

At the whistle, he grinned, rushing over, “Holy smoke, my friends… I… I’m so pleased you’re not dead!” He exclaimed, taking Indiana’s hand with a tight clasp briefly before sitting. “Indy, we have no time. If you still want the Ark… It is being loaded onto a truck for Cairo.”

You stood over Indiana, your hand on his shoulder, “Truck?” You asked Sallah.

“What truck?” Indiana asked, sounding frustrated. 

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Laying on a pile of dirt and sand, you, Indy, Marion, and Sallah watched as the men carried the Ark onto the truck. The people of the area tried to stop the men, but they couldn’t; watching as the Ark was placed into the truck. 

“Get back to Cairo. Get us some transport to England… Boat… Plane, anything… Meet me at Omar’s. Be ready for me. I’m going after that truck.” 

“How?” Sallah asked, making Indiana pause.

“I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go.” He replied, pushing away from the dirt mound, stopping again as you grabbed his arm.

“I’m coming with you.” You insisted, only for Indiana to shake his head. 

“No, you’re not.” He answered, “You need to go with them. I’ll meet you there.” He spoke before pulling away.

“Jones,” You called for him, Indy stopping as she turned to you. You let out a sigh, feeling your heart clench, “I love you.”

Indiana gave you a grin, "I know." He tipped his hat, "Stay safe, Jones." You watched as his figure got smaller in the distance. Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to breathe calmly.

It was evening, dark, cold air as you waited impatiently for Indiana to return. You held Marion close to you, an arm around her shoulder as you tried to stay warm. You were growing wary, incredibly anxious as the time went on. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tapped your foot against the ground. You bit your lip, your free hand fidgeting at your side as you continued to wait. Soon though, you eyed lights, watching with relief and complete joy as the truck drove down the large dock. Men quickly grabbed the crate with the Ark, rushing past you. You quickly let go of Marion, rushing over to the truck and opening the driver’s side door. Looking up, your bright smile faltered slightly as you watched Indiana clutch his arm, obviously in pain. 

“You’re hurt.” You spoke, hastily helping Indiana out of the truck, looping his arm over your shoulders and yours around his waist as Marion and Sallah came rushing over.

“Everything at last has been arranged.” Sallah spoke with excitement, taking Indiana’s hand, helping him along too.

“And the Ark?” Indiana asked.

“Is on board. Nothing is lacking, now that you’re here.” He spoke, before letting out a laugh, “Or what is left of you.”

“You trust these guys?” Indiana asked, a bit anxious as the captain stood a ways away smoking a cigarette.

“Yes.” Sallah answered firmly, “Mr. Katanga?” The man in question walked over, “Mr. Katanga, these are my friends. They are my family. I will hear of it if they are not treated well.” He spoke as Mr. Katanga slapped his own chest.

“My cabins are theirs. Mr. Jones… I’ve heard a lot about you, sir.” He gestured to Indiana, “Your appearance is exactly the way I imagined.” He teased, turning to Sallah before the two broke out into laughter, before Mr. Katanga walked away.

Indiana smiled, stepping forward to Sallah, you following, “Goodbye.” Indiana spoke, bringing the man into a hug, accidentally hurting Indiana’s arm. 

“Look out for each other.” Sallah spoke in the hug, his arm opening and reaching out for you. You gave the man a smile, wrapping your arms around both him and Indiana. “I am already missing you both.”

You both pulled away, Indiana nodding, “You’re my good friend.” You smiled, hearing the evident emotion in his voice.

You gently placed your hand on Sallah’s arm briefly, “I hope we can visit during better circumstances.” To which Sallah nodded.

“And hopefully with children of your own?” Sallah teased with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened and Indiana’s jaw dropped, both of your faces flushing. “Sallah!” You both cried, as he continued to laugh.

Backing away, Marion then walked over, pressing a kiss to his right cheek, “This is for Fayah,” She pressed another kiss to his left cheek, “This is for the children,” She placed the last kiss to his lips, “And this one’s for you.” The ship’s horn went off, signaling its soon departure, as Sallah stared down at Marion. “Thank you.” She spoke, before following you and Indiana.

Before you knew it, Sallah began to sing, happily walking with a pep in his step as he waved to you, Indy, and Marion on the ramp of the ship.

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In the captain’s cabin, you slowly pushed open the door, covered in a Y/F/C blanket as you carried a bowl of water and a rag.

“Where did you go?” Indiana asked as you shut the door behind you, setting the bowl on a table as he sat up in the bed. Indiana then noticed the scarf around your head, concealing your hair, and the smile on your face. “Where’d you get that?” He then asked curiously.

“Katanga. If it makes you feel better, he gave Marion a silk nightgown.” You teased as you grabbed the rag and dipped it in the water. “He had a full drawer of just scarves, and I bet Marion and I aren’t the only ladies he’s had on this ship.”

Indiana ignored your teasing, trying to sit up, “It’s lovely. What’s on it?” He asked, noticing the faint details on it in the dim light of the room.

“Flowers, specifically Chrysanthemums.”

Indiana turned to a near-by mirror as you squeezed out the excess water, poking and prodigy his bumps, bruises, and cuts. “Ow.”

Walking over at the sound of his little ‘ow,’ you helped Indiana take off his shirt, “Wait… I don’t need any help.” He flinched slightly from the pain.

“Uh-huh, yes, you do.” You answered, helping his arms out of the sleeves, “So stubborn. Legs up, can’t help you in this position.” You softly commanded as Indiana lifted his legs onto the bed.

“I don’t need help, I need sleep.” He answered, before his breath hitched as you pressed the wet cloth to the cut on his chest. “That hurt.”

“I know, and it would stop hurting if you’d just let me help you.” You scolded, gently pressing the cloth to yet another cut on his chest.

“It wouldn’t hurt if I was sleeping.” He muttered, wincing again.

You paused, giving him a deadpanned look, “It would hurt when you woke up and then we’d be in this situation again. Indy, don’t play games. Let me help.”

Indiana was quiet for a moment as he scrunched his face and winced again, “Fine.” He breathed out, making you smile.

“See? Wasn’t hard. To think we’ve been married for five years and you still don’t let me help you sometimes.” You teased as you continued to clean his wounds. “My poor baby, all battered and bruised. You should’ve let me come with you.” You muttered in a baby voice as you reached the gunshot graze on his arm.

“Uh-uh, and have you get shot? No way, sweetheart.” Indiana remarked, embarrassed and face red in the dull room, as you dipped the dirty cloth into the water and squeezed it out again.

You sighed, biting your lip, brushing away dirt, grime, and blood as your thoughts raced. Anxiety filled you, filling you up in a dark blanket of worry and fear. What if on the next adventure, he doesn’t come back?

“Hey,” Indy called out to you, interrupting your intrusive thoughts, making you look up at him, eyes tearing up.

You clenched the rag, water falling on your lap, “You scare me sometimes, Indiana.” You spoke, staring into his deep brown eyes. Reaching up, Indiana brought his hand to your cheek, his rough thumb brushing away a stray tear from your soft skin. His touch grounded you; it always had. His touch was home.

Looking up at you, Indiana’s warm gaze never once left yours as he spoke "I'm sorry, honey." Before bringing his arm back down, hissing as he did so, scrunching up his face again as a searing pain shot through him suddenly.

You were quick to lean forward, looking from his pained face to his chest and back, “What? What’s hurting? What do you need?” You asked urgently, worried that if you touched him, you’d hurt him.

Indiana shifted slightly in his spot, groaning softly, before he looked up at you, “Do you know what would make me feel better?” He let out, voice deep and slightly strained.

You placed your hand on Indiana’s cheek, your thumb brushing the apple of his cheek, the hairs on his jaw tickling you slightly. “What, my love?”

Indiana brought his hand up, pointing to his lips, “A kiss… Right here.” He slightly pouted, as you let out a chuckle, unable to stop staring down at the man before you adoringly. Without another moment wasted, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his own sweetly; softly. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away from him, both of your eyes closed, savoring the kiss. “You know,” Indiana let out a breath, licking his lips, still caught up from your kiss. “I remember saying something along the lines of making up to you later.”

Your eyes opened, staring down at Indiana with shock, feeling your face flush in the dim light. “But you’re hurt.” You answered, voice in a soft whisper. “We can wait until we’re home, healed, and not on a boat.”

Opening his eyes, Indiana stared up at you, his eyes dazed and heavy. "I think I can handle it." He mumbled to you, a small smirk spread across his face.

Feeling his hands slowly wrap and land on your waist, your gaze drifted across his face, your free hand playing with his brown hair. Looking back into his eyes, you let out a breathy laugh, "Oh, Indiana Jones." You leaned back down, lips brushing against his as the warm air surrounded them.

His grip around you tightened slightly. Your heart raced. A smile formed on your face. You breathe in his intoxicating scent before pressing your lips against his again, softly, a sense of contentment and calm filling the space between you two. He moved his fingers under your shirt, tracing delicate patterns onto your skin before resting his hand on the barest bit of exposed skin you had to offer him. You shifted closer into him, leaning down further, feeling the heat from his body radiated from his bare chest against you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in even more tightly as he deepened the kiss. You ran a hand through his dark hair, letting it run through your own fingers before cupping one side of his head with the other. His hands roamed up and down your back while kissing you passionately; every movement was so gentle and careful that made you feel so cherished. In the morning, your lips still tingled from the lingering sensation of his warm, soft kisses. 

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Holding the blanket to your chest, you watched as Indiana checked if his gun was ready and loaded before sticking it in his belt. “Engines have stopped.” He spoke, noticing your staring.

“I know,” You mumble, resting on your side, your hand on your chin, “I heard it.”

Nodding, he spoke again, “I’m going to go check.” And without another word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Finishing getting dressed, the door slammed open. The Nazi men rushed in with their guns drawn. “Where is Dr. Jones?” They demanded as you glared at them, tempted to grab your own gun from your belt, but you knew that it would’ve been a bad idea.

“I don’t know.” You spoke, grinding your teeth as one of the men grabbed you and pushed you out of the room. You winced as your shoulder hit the metal wall, turning down the hall to see Marion outside as well. 

The men were quick to grab both you and Marion, pulling you up and on the deck. Marion rushed forward, about to hit Dietrich before Katanga grabbed her, pulling her into him. You stood to the side, one man still holding your arm.

“What about Jones!?” Dietrich yelled up to his men.

“There’s no trace yet, sir.” A soldier called down to him.

“Jones is dead.” Katanga spoke up, “I killed him. He was of no use to us. The girl, however, has certain value where we’re headed. She’ll bring a very good price.” He spoke, before taking a lock of Marion’s hair and sniffing it with a grin, “Mn?” He then continued, “Herr Colonel… That cargo you’ve taken… If it’s your goal, go in peace with it, but leave us the girl. It would reduce our loss on this trip.”

Dietrich growled, “You are not in the position to ask for anything. We will take what we wish.” He spoke, before grabbing Marion’s arm and pulling her to him. “And then decide whether or not to blow your ship from the water.” He then turned to the man holding you, “And you, we are taking her as well. She may… Be of some use.” He spoke, giving you a once over before Belloq spoke,

“The girl goes with me.” He walked over, hands in pockets, “She’ll be part of my compensation. I’m sure your fuehrer would approve.” He pauses, sliding off his coat jacket, “If she fails to please me, you man do with her as you wish.” He spoke, placing his jacket over Marion’s shoulders. “I will waste no more time with her now.”

Before you knew it, both you and Marion were sent onto the submarine. Knowing full well, that Indiana was close behind.

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You had arrived at your destination, some island, similar to a desert like Egypt. Walking with Dietrich, Belloq, and their men, you stayed close to Marion. Unlike before, you felt an unnerving doom engulf you, chilling you to the bone. You felt as if you had been walking for miles, for hours even. The rough terrain, despite your boots, bugged you. You definitely had rocks in them, and sand. You hated sand.

“Hello!” A voice called, you knew that voice. You turned to the sound, a bright smile on your face as you saw Indiana on top of a small rock ledge, holding a bazooka. 

“Jones.” Belloq spoke in shock, fear almost, at the sight of the launch weapon. “Jones!”

Marion grabbed your hand, squeezing it, a smile on her own face. “I’m going to blow up the Ark, Rene.” Indiana spoke, eyes trained down the scope of the bazooka.

“Your persistence surprises even me. You’re gonna give mercenaries a bad name.” Belloq remarked, Dietrich then speaking up,

“Dr. Jones… Surely you don’t think you can escape from this island.”

“It depends on how reasonable… We’re all willing to be. All I want are the girls.” You couldn’t help smiling at that, watching as Dietrich turned to Belloq confused.

“If we refuse?” Dietrich then asked.

“Then your fuehrer has no prize.”

Belloq went forward, pushing the men away from the Ark, “Okay, stand back. All of you, stand back. He then put his hat back on, “Okay, Jones. You win. Blow it up.”

“Soldiers!” Dietrich yelled, making them cover the Ark once more.

“Shut up!” Belloq yelled, grabbing a gun from a man and aiming it at them. “Shut up!” The men moved away again, “Just blow it up!” Belloq called up to Indiana. “Right back to God. All your life has been spent in pursuit of archeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it open as well as I? Indiana… We are simply passing through history.” He spoke, gesturing back to the Ark. “This…” He placed his hand over the covered Ark, “This is history.”

You watched Indiana with bated anticipation, hoping he’d just shot the damn thing. But, you knew he wouldn’t. 

“Do as you will.” Belloq then finished, standing back from the Ark.

You knew that speech of his hit something within Indiana. You knew the man was smart enough to know that as well. Indiana lowered the weapon and you bowed your head.

It was night when the Ark was moved to its final spot, to see if the treasure inside was indeed there. You stood, tied to a pole with Marion and Indiana, staring as it started to all unfold. In front of the Ark was Belloq, dressed in a special gown, holding the staff and speaking in the Ark’s magic words. The soldier stood around, watching, waiting just like you, Indy, and your sister.

After Belloq finished, two men walked over, carefully pulling off the lid of the Ark. You watched in amazement and fear as Belloq looked over into the Ark, some of the soldiers coming closer to see too. Dietrich pulled the black leather glove from his hand, reaching in to grab what was inside. You looked up to Indiana, who was watching, an unknown look on his face. Looking back over, you watched as Dietrich pulled his hand up, his hand full of sand. He tossed the sand away in anger, as Belloq touched it in shock.

Toht began to laugh before walking away, Indiana turned up in a grin before they dropped, hearing a piercing sound in the air. The light generators began to spark before lights began to explode; scaring the men and their soldiers. Indiana looked around, confused. He had no idea what was going on.

“Indy, honey, what’s going on?” You whispered up to him, only he didn’t answer, continuing to look around bewildered. 

At the Ark, Belloq looked in, watching as the sand inside lit up, casting light and shadows. It looked like a miniature storm, thundering and shooting lightning as it began to glow. Soldier began to back up, as the Ark began to glow more intensely. Wisps of light swirled out, whispers filling the air.

“Y/N, Marion, don’t look at it.” Indiana spoke up, and you nodded your head the best you could.

“Already ahead of you.” You replied as Indiana turned his face to your sister.

“Shut your eyes, Marion. Don’t look at it, no matter what happens.” Indiana practically begged as you continued to clench your eyes shut.

Blindly, your hand searched for his, knocking into his knuckles with your finger tips. Slowly both of you intertwined your fingers together as best as you could. You let out a shaky breath as you heard more unnerving noises, screaming, crying, the wind blowing through the air.

“Indy!” Marion yelled to Indiana, the temptation to look strong.

“Don’t look, Marion! Keep your eyes shut!” Indiana yelled back to her, his grip on your hand tightening.

The screaming worsened as a bright light soon encompassed everything and anything. It passed by you, causing you to cry out as it blinded you behind your eyelids. The wind continued to blow harshly against you, before a loud crack of thunder filled the sky… And all was silent.

Indiana moved, opening his eyes and looking down. He was untied. Turning, Indiana pulled you into him, you wrapped your arms around him. “I can look, right?” Your voice small, overwhelmed.

“Yes. Yes. Marion, you can look now.” Indiana spoke, calling over to your sister.

She too opened her eyes, shaken as she looked around. She let out a breath before a smile crept on her face.

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Washington DC. You hadn’t been there in so long. You almost missed it. What you didn’t miss were the ‘After Adventure Meetings.’ Sitting besides Indiana, you fidgeted in your dress as the two agents spoke to your husband. You only hoped your sister wasn’t as annoyed as you back in Nepal.

“You’ve done your country a great service.” The one agent spoke before the other began,

“And we trust you found the… Settlement satisfactory.”

Indiana was quick to interrupt, “Oh, the money’s fine. The situation’s totally unacceptable.”

“Well, gentlemen, I guess that just about wraps it up.” The first agent then interrupted him.

“Where is the Ark?” Brody asked slowly.

“I thought we’d settled that. The Ark is somewhere very safe.” The first agent spoke up again, pulling the pipe from his mouth as he turned to Brody.

“From whom?” You spoke up, the four men turning to you.

Brody had let out a sigh, “The Ark is a source of unspeakable power and it has to be researched.” He brought up, sounding irritated.

“And it will be, I assure you, Dr. Brody, Dr. Jones.” The first agent spoke, the pipe back in his mouth as he looked at Brody and then Indiana. “We have top men working on it right now.” He tried to assure everyone.

Indiana clasped his hands together, leaning forward, “Who?” 

The agent stared at him, “Top… Men…” He spoke slowly, as if Indiana was a child who needed to be told in a slower tone to understand, it made you want to roll your eyes. The meeting was quick to be over after that, the agents leaving before you, Indiana, and Brody did the same.

Walking down the steps, arm in arm, you looked up to Indiana. “I know you’re upset. So I had an idea.” You spoke up, Indiana looking down at you briefly as you continued to walk.

“They’re fools.” Indiana complained, and you nodded, squeezing his arm gently.

“I know. I know. Who knows, they’re probably going to stuff it in a warehouse somewhere… But, Indy, honey, let’s get our mind off it. What do you think about finally going on that honeymoon you wanted? We never did it after our seven days.” You mentioned and Indiana pursed his lips, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“I thought we did.” He spoke as you simply shook your head.

“We, well, you were asked to find the Diamonds of Princess Mytchinia in Peru on the night of the seventh day. I remember it well.” You corrected, Indiana pausing in his place to look down at you.

“Really? I thought that was our honeymoon?” You gave him a small deadpanned look, you knew that tone; he was messing with you. “I’m joking.” He laughed, continuing his walk. “What do you say we stay home for our honeymoon? We could rent a cabin in the woods, roast marshmallows under the stars..? All alone… We have been traveling a lot.” He pondered out loud as you gave him a hum.

“Camping with you?” You smiled up at him as you pulled him closer, “That sounds lovely.”

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