#made the horns bigger I'm sorry I'm weak

[utkaaah]

The @ramnonymous design-inspired stuff I guess

#yeah #he's the guy ever #made the horns bigger I'm sorry I'm weak #c!schlatt #myart #art #schlatt #Sdmp #sdmp fanart #sdmp schlatt #dsmp #dsmp fanart #he's so stupid I can't #schlatt fanart #sleep deprived multiplayer #sleep deprived smp

[reallyromealone]

would you do a rindou x reader omegaverse nsfw one-shot? 😬😪

(Ignore if no)

Title: little Succubus

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Rindō, reader insert

Fic type: nsfw, omegaverse,

Pairings: Rindō x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, demon au, succubus, smut, nsfw, Omega male reader, blood play, Dom and sub themes, spanking, Rindō calls reader names, Rindō is mean, praise, sweet words, reader doesn't feed off people because he's nervous

Notes:

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(Name) Was starving as he crawled up the large California King bed, a handsome alpha sleeping in no more than boxers as (name)sat on his lap, feeling the others large bulge "I'm sorry... I'm just so hungry" (name) always felt a sense of guilt when feeding, usually keeping it to kissing but he had been so busy with work and... Just a kiss..." (Name) Whispered as he gently cupped the man's strong jaws, his inner omega praising the very strong alpha, he could definitely provide...

(Name) Kissed so softly and sweetly as they tried to use their magic to make sure the Alpha just had a nice dream... Though it didn't work? Pulling away (name) opened his eyes to see that the Alpha was awake and staring smugly "a little rude don't you think?" Rindō said with a shit eating grin as he sat up, pulling (name) closer as the cute little demon looked flustered "I-I was only taking a bit of energy! You should be asleep! Why aren't you asleep!" He said flustered as he looked at the tattooed alpha... Wait those tattoos looked familiar.

Shit.

Large black bar wings spread out behind him, the high ceilings and large bed made sense now as (name) looked at the large horns on the Incubus' head as his eyes turned to a pure glowing shade of amethyst. A large tail snaked from behind him and coiled around (name)s smaller and cuter one "you haven't been eating, kisses are barely a midnight snack let alone a proper meal, idiot" Rindō sniffed at (name)s neck "you're so weak you can't even smell the difference of a demon and a human"

"I-i feel bad taking it that way..."

"You're a virgin" Rindō said in a moment of realization with a bigger grin than he thought possible as he pinned the other to the bed "a succubus Omega whose a virgin... Never thought I would see it" Rindō watched as (name) looked ready to explode with embarrassment "stop bullying me! " He shouted angrily as Rindō chuckled lowly "human raised... You have that innocence that humans have... A little half breed" Rindō sniffed out the human aspects of the other, he and his brother were pure demon choosing to live in the mortal world, operating a crime cindacate with fellow demons.

Before (name) could fire something back, Rindō grabbed him by his neck and kissed him, long tongue taking control as (name) let out a moan, slick already pouring from him and brain getting foggy.

When Rindō pulled away, he looked at his work as (name) looked fucked out from a kiss alone "feels good right? Getting energy from a demon tastes way better than some human" (name) nodded as pink pharamones leaked from him, like fog on a spring morning though it was something only demons could see, easier to tell who was more willing to fuck.

"You wanna be full, huh baby? A cute succubus like you going without a good fucking is just criminal" the Alpha tutted as he freed his cock from his boxers, if (name) was human-- well fully human --- that thing would have killed him. Thirteen inches and thick as a coke can, the demons knot barely expanded as he spread (name)s legs and rubbed up and down his thighs while looking at the others cute little shorts, (name)a succubus form consisting of tiny short shorts a tight crop top that was ripped apart by Rindō "wait!" (Name) Panicked as the Alpha looked primal but halted his hands "i-i don't know your name" (name) said worried and Rindō looked stunned before laughing, leaning up to kiss him "god you're cute, think I'm gonna keep you~" he chuckled as (name)s omega preened at the concept "the names Rindō, what's yours pretty?"

"(Name)...." The Omega whispered as his black wings fluttered at the compliments the Incubus spoke, he knew that lust demons were good with words and shouldn't be so easily affected but... It felt nice.

Rindō kissed down his chest, exposed and perky as his long tongue swirled around the nipple, mouth tearing open to reveal his sharper teeth and (name)s eyes slowly turned a hazy (color) as he took in the pleasure as Rindō looked smug at the others reaction as his hand moved to play with the others much smaller cock, giving a harsh tug as (name)s hips bucked up to chase the pleasure "you must be hungry, you're absorbing so much~" Rindō could feel the Omega drain his energy as his cute fangs grew sharper and his pharamones sweeter, thank god he had enough energy to run Tokyo for a year.

"Alpha ~!" (Name) Cried out as he clung to the other, Rindō pleased that the omegas already claiming him as his wrists made a feeble attempt at scent marking him "yeah? You want alpha, Omega?" Rindō chuckled as (name) nodded feverishly, he was so hungry...

Rindō could tell the other was losing himself to his instincts, Omegan and demonic which was a dangerous combo for any human but thankfully Rindō could take him easy as (name) crawled on him and pushed him down, nails clawing at Rindōs chest as he looked at the others tattoos hungrily "come on baby, take what you want from alpha~" Rindō cooed as he allowed his cute Omega to dominate him even just a little, when (name) wasn't starving he would put him in his place but he knew the cutie just needed a damn good meal.

(Name) Clawed at the others chest, seeing traces of blood before licking up the lines with a moan and sitting up to see the others cock and a wave of nervousness washed over him and Rindō tutted "getting ahead of yourself baby, want alpha to help you?" His voice condescending as his hands groped the others ass cheeks "silly little Omegas need help, especially naughty ones who starve themselves for silly morals" Rindō couldn't help himself, throwing the concept of letting (name) do as he wanted out the window as his large hand swatted down at (name)s plump ass and watched him jolt with a moan.

A succubus didn't feel pain, neither did an Incubus... Anything would feel nothing short of pure pleasure.

"Humans couldn't give you what you need, huh? Needed an incubus cock to satisfy that hunger, a filthy little cock slut pretending to be something he's not" Rindōs words were venomous as he bit at (name)s scent gland and fingers went to the others ass, rubbing and teasing before pushing in and without warning he aggressively began fucking his fingers into the other.

Rindō watched as (name) threw his head back with a scream like moan, legs shaking as Rindō aggressive rubbed at his prostate and the poor Omega clawed and bit at the alphas shoulder and back, gutteral moans escaping his lips as an orgasm rolled through "you feel good baby?"

"Full...." (Name) Mumbled as Rindōs fingers left his gaping ass only to replace it with something far better "well better stuff you good for good measure!" Rindō plunged his cock in, a sadistic grin as (name) took him body shaking and convulsing as the poor thing struggled to process and adjust to his cock, maybe he was too much for the succubus.

Then he saw the others eyes, cute heart rings glowing "you wanna feel real good baby?" Rindō mumbled into his ear and (name) nodded frantically at the idea of feeling even better as Rindō placed a hand on his abdomen and began thrusting, mumbling enxantations as a womb tattoo graced the omegas stomach, increasing his pleasure ten fold and watching as (name) began cumming uncontrollably.

Rindōs thrusts were hard and aggressive as his thighs slapped (name)a ass cheeks and his large wings entrapped (name) nice and close to him as the two kissed sloppily, orgasm after orgasm escaping the poor succubus as the two fed off one another, the poor Omega practically putty in his arms as he let the other fuck him stupid.

"Wanna be mine, pretty? Be mine forever? Only feed off me?" Rindō asked teasingly and (name) bared his neck, surprising the other a bit but grinned none the less as he bit into his neck, venom flowing into (name) as his knot caught and cum began pouring into the other, poor (name) barely conscious.

"Good boy... Nice and full now? Don't worry... Alpha will keep you well fed every day, keep you do nice on my cock" his omega would be his and his alone, he would remove any silly thoughts out of his pretty head and (name) would belong to him and bare his spawn.

It would be perfect.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #x male reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader #smut #rindou x male reader #haitani rindou x reader

[mushroom-for-art]

I'm so dreadfully sorry this took so long been busy, my head is unfortunately a cheese so I forgot all the cool things I wanted to do for these guys but introducing Ray and Mue, fusion ship meme children of my May and @blues-sues's Rue! (and yes I did just do the classic letter swap switch for names fight me)

So Ray takes a lot after Rue physically being pale with pink and inherited stripe but more orange on the scale from May and her horn style though obviously shorter than her silly huge ones and her short stubby tail. I imagine his orange stripe actually climbs up his back but below his chest piece.

Mue meanwhile is more color but slide to the pink spectrum like Rue and Rues horns but they're like longer along her head like how May's go all the way back with a kind of pink orange mix color tail, long like Rues but Mue got freckles she was gonna have stripes on her body made from freckles mixing those traits but decided not to steal that from Ray.

They also have like different stomach shapes, can't recall rn who's who.

So lore time!

After Rue and May escape in Rue!au, team rocket goes argh! Damn! Fuck! Lost another one. But in an attempt of recapture they manage to procure blood samples and go fine Rue clone it is. Unfortunately the samples were compromised mixing Rue and May's dna making fusion mix children.

Mue was the biggest healthiest when growing mixing Rues power and May's physical strengths making her very promising, she has boosted stats in HP, attack and defence so she hits hard and can take hits much like how May was significantly tanky if weak and Rues ability to hit hard, they figured they could train up her other stats later to make her even more powerful in future. She's the golden child for that having May's obedience and Rues enthusiasm for the organisation they're in, she's happy to be seen by whichever human caretaker is off screen rn. She was implanted with a mega X stone to compliment her hard hitting.

Ray however struggled more, being the only other survivor as the others unfortunately didn't last (probably due to May's bad genes) he needed to be removed from growth early to have surgery done on his second neck as due to its small size it had started to collapse which would've severely limited his psychic ability and usefulness probably he likely could've died from inadequate blood flow nerve damage stuff ect. He survived but his powers are while his wound healed still limited, being smaller and weaker and quieter he was more often ignored for the louder more promising Mue. He learnt to be quiet because no one heard him, only paid attention to when they checked on him so he's more withdrawn and insecure hence holding his own tail self comforting. His stats are boosted in Speed, sp defence and sp attack, while they do still train him as he gets older they obviously prefer Mue as she's stronger and with his limited psychic power the boost to his sp attack and defence doesn't do much. He's implanted with a mega Y to at least play on his speed.

While Mue is the golden child Ray begins to learn as they grow, especially after his psychic powers fully recover and bounce back (though to near overwhelming headache inducing degrees for him at first) that is he agrees to tests, agrees to experiments to trials and adjustments he gets attention, positive attention he gets praised he gets doted on showered in compliments. He's not dumb he knows they're only using him only saying how magnificent he is because he's letting them add machinery to his body but, it's a rush he's never had before and he gets stronger, armor to boost his defence that reduces the damage of hits and helps focus his powers to even more devastating effects. He gets powerful. He gets very powerful and very dangerous. Despite being the runt as he gets more tests done more experiments he gets more foods (and probably growth hormones) he gets bigger growing taller than Mue becoming a very tall lean mean harsh cold mewtwo covered in armor. He becomes very promising indeed.

Mue however, she starts to stagnate, she's powerful yes very powerful she hits hard and she does damage but she can't quite pull up her other stats to the same degree (they're still good stats probably just a touch below normal mewtwo stats), what's the point of hitting hard if her special attacks don't do as much damage as they should or she gets a chunk of health taken from a special attack. She starts to fall out of favor especially because she's used to being the favorite she's more confident and hot headed more self assured in a way she refuses experiments snaps she'll manage it herself. The golden child and the ignored child switch places slowly until she realises she's in her little brothers shadow and she doesn't know how to comprehend it. It's full cemented when they get into a fight that started as a simple spar, she can't get a hit on him but figured just one should do the trick to put her back on top. But she doesn't even get the chance to, he hits her first and he hits her with all he's got and she can't pull herself back up. It's from then she starts seeing the cracks in the organisation realising how she put blind faith into something that was untrue and even cruel as she gets pushed aside.

She tries to tell her brother of the horrors of it all that this wasn't good it was all bad and they needed to leave! But he just scoffs and looks at her behind his mask, "don't you think I already knew all that?" he'd snap coldly, "you may have not noticed before but I realised very quickly what was going on but I had to endure because I didn't have the same privilege you have now to be able to escape, it's all fine when little Mue gets whatever she wants but now little Mue isn't the favorite you want to call it quits? What about when I wasnt in favour huh?! When I cried and cried till my throat gave out because I was the disposable one?! You don't get to ruin this for me. You can run. I'll turn my back I'll let you I won't say a thing. But I'm not coming with you. And if they tell me to hunt you down and bring you back? I just hope I dont find you."

Ray at this point has put himself through too much to be able to leave, the augmentations potentially permanently fused to him (they don't want a repeat of the original mewtwo being able to simply remove it), validation is a hell of a drug and what could the outside possibly offer him? Being hunted chased hounded injured seen as some impossible capture, a sports trophy to boast about? He may not like what he's become but he's not going to become some humans prize.

And so Mue flees alone.

As you can tell I've thought a lot about Ray at least, Mue I struggle a bit with. Of course this is all hypothetical future stuff lmao, Blues you're absolutely free to go "um no actually stop being horrid to them" XD and if you'd like one you're free to claim. Sorry they're not as unique as some of the others, unfortunately May is #bland

#my art #Babytwos #Mewtwo babies #Ray the Mewtwo #Mue the Mewtwo #Also names can be changed if u want blue I got lazy then got attached to these XD #Plus mue is like moo similar pronunciation I think and I find that fun #Mue is like a little fruit #Kinda reminds me of a nanab berry I think #Idk I look at her and think of fruit #pokemon #@blues sues #Pokemon crack ship meme #Mewtwo fake children #Mewtwo fusion children

[patrineptn]

Far From Home

Summary: Kagome is never too far from trouble, it seems. After moving to America to start over, she ends up in Hawkins just as strange things start to happen. Fandom: Inuyasha x Stranger Things (Ch 4) Crossover

Also available on FF.Net and AO3

Chapter 06

The house had nothing special about it. It looked like any other abandoned home from the fifties. They split into groups and had been roaming up and down, searching every inch of the house for a clue. Save for the Grandfather’s Clock, nothing stood out.

“What are we looking for?” asked Eddie as they left a room.

“We will know when we find it,” answered Kagome. “I don't know what we are looking for. It’s here, somewhere. You know when there’s something on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t remember the word? Or when you had a crazy dream but you cannot remember what it was about once you wake up. When you know you know, but you don't know what you know.”

Kagome felt like suffocating inside there. The spider and dust webs falling from the ceiling didn’t make the house any more inviting. Every crack of the others’ steps echoed as if there were a dozen more people inside. She doubted they would find anything useful there at the same time she knew the place was the key to something. With the overwhelming need for fresh air, Kagome asked Eddie to meet the others while she waited outside. 

By herself, the house felt much bigger and menacing, almost like an evil entity itself. She dashed to the front door. Her senses were so focused on finding Vecna that she missed the auras waiting outside.

"Oh, Higurashi, right? I saw Wheeler's car over there. Is she here with you?"

"Why?" Her fingers closed around the knob.

"I'm looking for Dustin Henderson and I've heard they are friends."

"Can't help you. Sorry." She tried closing the door but he put his foot in the way. "What?"

"You know. Don't you happen to know where Eddie Munson is, do you?" She mentally cursed, hoping her mask didn't falter. Lying was never Kagome's strongest trait. "The word around is that the freak is fucking someone that isn't from here."

"Funny how people spread the most absurd rumors, right? Now, if you excuse me." She tried to force his foot out but he didn't flinch. 

Jason made a sign with his head. Andy grabbed her by the arms and locked her neck while Jason slammed the door open. Kagome struggled in vain. As a last resort, she screamed:

"RUN!"

Jason punched her in the stomach. The air left her lungs. Kagome coughed and spit, trying to recover from the sudden aggression. Patrick followed Jason inside and Andy dragged Kagome to the car, forcing her face against the hood.

Kagome heard the movement inside and prayed Eddie would get away and the others were safe.  She cursed for her inability to help, for being weak, for not being useless against simple humans. 

The pressure on her arms and head disappeared. 

"Get away from her, you wanker." It was Eddie's voice. "Are you- Holy shit, you're crying. Did they hurt you? I'm gonna teach that Jason-" Kagome silenced him with a tight hug. He hugged her back, pressing her forehead on his shoulder as he calmed her down. "Come on, let's get outta here."

Eddie grabbed Kagome's hand. Before heading to the woods, he stopped by Jason's car and pressed the horn until he looked through the window on the second floor. Eddie gave him the middle finger and then ran with Kagome to the woods.

Kagome didn't let go of Eddie until Jason was out of her radar. They ran for a few more minutes before taking a break. She panted, her chest burning from the exercise.

“Inu- Inuyasha must be- laughing his ass off from somewhere. We used to walk for hours. Jump, shoot and dodge from hordes of demons. Now, I can barely keep up with a fifteen minutes run.” 

Kagome snorted as she tried toning down her laughter. Breaking the tension, Eddie followed her not long after. He tapped her shoulder in a calming gesture.

“You really liked this Inuyasha guy.”

Kagome looked away with a goofy smile. Had this question popped a few months back, she would freeze and refuse to answer. These memories she cherished and wanted to keep for herself would cause a raise in her anxiety, feeding her hopes of going back. Now, while it still stung, she could think about it without bawling.

“He was my first love. And best friend. I thought our story was a fairytale and I would get my happily ever after in the end. No need to feel bad. It’s part of my past, but I must live in the present. And in the present, we have to find a way to stop Vecna.”

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of getting cramped inside Harrington or Wheeler’s car. We should get my van. I left it at the lake. Are you up for some walking? I know a shortcut through the woods.”

The sun had almost set when they reached Lover’s Lake. The house was still dark and Eddie’s van was parked near the front porch, partially hidden from view. Kagome waited outside, keeping a look on the road, while Eddie entered Reefer’s Rick place to grab his keys. A flash startled Kagome. A slam on her back sent Kagome down.

“Hello again, Higurashi,” said the voice she recognized as Jason’s. Patrick stood by his side while Andy pressed a knee to her back and her face against the ground. She didn’t know why she couldn’t detect them, even when they stood right by her.

Jason directed the flashlight to her eyes. Kagome closed them. Her pupils hurt. “What’s your problem?”

“Why are you standing by the freak’s van?”

“What are you talking about? Which freak?” The taste of dirt filled her mouth.

“Don’t try to protect him, Higurashi. Where is Munson?”

“Fuck you.”

Jason growled. “You’re lucky I wouldn’t beat up a woman.” ‘My stomach disagrees,’ she mentally answered. A splashing sound called their attention. Jason told Andy to keep Kagome while he went after the sound with Patrick.

Kagome struggled, pushed her arms and tried to get up, but Andy was much stronger and heavier than her. Trying to resonate with him didn't work either as he just mocked her attempts. Jason yelled after Eddie in the distance.

The moisture already penetrated her clothes. Half of her body was covered in mud. On the verge of frustration, Kagome felt a shock running down her spine as her senses came back and Vecna's presence was noticeable. And close. The screams came not long after.

"If you don't let me go now your friend is gonna fucking die."

"Jason would never lose to that freak." He pressed hard on her back. It cracked. Her limbs were getting numb from the position.

"The name's Eddie, and he wouldn't hurt a fly. What killed Chrissy and will make another victim if you don't fucking let me go!"

Her pleas fell deaf on Andy's ears. He didn't even stir no matter how much Kagome insisted. Only when Jason called for Patrick in desperation did Andy free Kagome.  

Kagome couldn't get up immediately. Tears cascaded down her face. Patrick's suffering felt like a knife stabbing her chest over and over again. She barely acknowledged when Eddie picked her up in his arms. She wept on his shoulder as he carried her to his van, hopped on the other side and drove away. 

Kagome noticed the subtle glances Eddie sent her, full of worry masking his dread from what he must have seen. If it was anything near what she felt, she was sorry for him. Yet, couldn’t bring herself to comfort her friend because all she wanted was a warm embrace and the assurance that everything was gonna be alright. It was silly, she knew, even childish after everything she went through, but Patrick, Fred and Chrissy didn’t even reach their adulthood before having their lives taken away in the most painful and heartbreaking way.

They have been parked in the dark for a while. A few times Eddie tried to initiate a dialogue, but the words died before they left his mouth. Kagome wanted to console him and thank his attentiveness. However, Eddie was the first to pull her into a side hug and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. He smelled like the lake and his clothes were still damp. Only then did Kagome realize her state.

“Gee, I’m stinking. And ruining your van.”

“You’re fine, babe. My wet ass already stained the cushion beyond repair. And after everything… It’s not that important anymore.”

“You should take off these clothes before you get sick.”

“You’re trying to get me undressed before we even go on a date? What kind of boy do you think I am?” The exaggerated gestures made Kagome snort. “I’m not the only one in need of a change.”

Eddie knew exactly where they were and how to get to Kagome’s place without using the main road. They left the van behind under the reasoning that Jason would probably put the blame on Eddie and the vehicle would be a giveaway of his location. About half an hour later, they arrived.

Eddie borrowed a pale pink robe - the only piece of clothing anywhere close to fitting him - while his only set of clothes dried. They sat side by side eating instant noodles, enjoying the silence and the comfort of being clean and somewhat safe. Only a candle was lit and the curtains covered the windows, giving the impression that no one was home. While Kagome didn’t think Jason knew her address, she wasn’t taking any chances for the night.

It took some time, but Eddie ended up talking about what he saw. The panic in Patrick’s eyes reflected the fear Kagome felt and the pain came as his bones broke. With the previous victims, she wasn’t so close. This time, her senses absorbed Patrick’s aura in a way that caused her physical pain. That fuelled her resolve.

“I know that if he was Jason’s friend there’s a high chance he was very much a prick like him but… no one deserves to die like that,” said Eddie.

“We will stop him.” Kagome grabbed Eddie’s hand. “I won’t let Vecna take another life.”

"That's my girl."

#inuyasha #inuyasha crossover #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things crossover #kagome higurashi #eddie munson #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover fanfic #crossover pairing

[makoodlesarchive]

when i was young i fell into a river

pairing: kirishima x reader

word count: 5k

warnings: none, really! a bit of angst, a bit of fluff i guess?

notes: hello, it's me, back again with some writing! it's been a long time and i'm very sorry about that, but i've finally gotten around to writing and posting my spirited away au! i'm v stressed with college so this turned out more vent-y than i had originally intended, but hopefully it's enjoyable anyway! thank you all for being so patient with me, i am endlessly grateful for you

The dream is the same as always, comforting in its familiarity.

A salt-scented breeze cools your sweat-soaked brow as you pause behind one of the sliding screen doors, the rice paper windows doing nothing to block out the chatter of the other workers. The bubbling noise of the bathhouse is constant, and the quiet little moments you steal away for yourself in the middle of the working day is the only solitude you’ve gotten since you came here. The work is physically back-breaking, but you know that you’re working towards a goal. It’s just a shame that you can’t remember exactly what that goal is.

One of the other girls calls your name, and you sigh as your unofficial break comes to an end. You slip back into the room, ignoring the way the frog spirits snicker and hold their noses as you pass. They like to complain a lot about your human stench, but it doesn’t stop them from threatening to eat you every time you make a mistake. Fear, you’ve found, is an uncomfortably successful motivator.

The days bleed into one another, full of scrubbing dark wooden floors and the rich earthy scents of the herbal mixes they use in the baths. The spirits that frequent the bathhouse, that once inspired so much awe and fear in your heart, become so commonplace that you hardly spare them a glance anymore. From the cackling masked spirits that always travel in threes to the grinning cat spirits to the sombre, unspeaking river spirits, you only go as far as to offer them a polite bow before scurrying out of their way. They never spare you any attention, anyway -- most of the time, the spirits’ eyes seem to look right through you.

All but one, that is.

He looks to be a boy around your age, but appearances can be deceiving around here. His red eyes are often dull and blank, but even so they have a certain ageless quality about them that no human twelve-year-old could ever possess. His scarlet hair sticks up in gravity-defying spikes, and his skin is as smooth and clear as running water. His face is often stuck in a carefully cultivated blank expression; the only thing about him that doesn’t seem intimidatingly otherworldly are the deep purple shadows under his eyes.

He helped you once, when you first came here. The rare act of kindness had stuck in your head, made even more remarkable in the face of the following weeks and months of harsh work and cruel co-workers. You wonder if he remembers; he doesn’t often look at you, but sometimes when he does you swear you can see a flicker of something in his eyes.

Two of the girls start yelling at each other, arguing heatedly over the way the work is being divided. A foreman appears to break up the fight, but then they both start shouting at him instead. You take the moment of distraction to relax, wincing at the pull of your tired muscles in the back of your neck. All the other girls working at the bath house are older and bigger than you, which means you need to work twice as hard to keep up with them and prove that you’re worth keeping around.

In the brief moment of rest, your eyes are drawn slowly to the corridor, where guests and workers alike bustle past as they travel to the treatment rooms and bathtubs deeper into the bathhouse. As if you’ve conjured him just by thinking about him, the boy stands in the doorway.

You straighten up on instinct, suddenly self-conscious of your sweat-soaked body and dishevelled uniform. He’s not even looking your way, preoccupied with the two girls who are still yelling at the frog foreman. Slowly though, his eyes began to travel the room, and you take a deep breath and hold it as his dull ruby gaze lands on you like a physical weight. You crack a nervous smile, feeling the muscles in your cheeks that have gone unused for weeks ache at the strain, and raise a hand to give him a tiny wave.

For just a moment, that blankness in his face seems to quiver and fall away. He smiles back.

You jolt awake, breathing heavily and coated in a light sheen of sweat. You’ve had the same dream, or some variation of it, regularly ever since you were twelve years old and while it’s become familiar to you, you still find yourself feeling vaguely panicked when you wake up after it, as though you’ve forgotten something very important.

Once your heartbeat has calmed down a little, you pull yourself out of bed and trudge into the kitchen to make yourself some tea. The weak, milky light of dawn filters in through the windows, lighting your apartment up just enough so that you don’t have to turn on a light to make your way around. You take your tea out to the balcony and sit, gazing out at the purplish early morning sky.

Most of the time when you wake up from those dreams you feel blessedly lucky to be living alone with no one to question or bother you, but sometimes you can’t help but be overcome by overwhelming loneliness. The dreams are silly and most of the time they don’t even make any sense, but in the aftermath of them you’re always left with a vague sense of unfulfillment, though you can’t put your finger exactly on what it is you’re missing. You always end up exactly like this; sitting outside on your balcony in the early morning light, drinking tea alone and desperately wishing for something more.

You sigh, and go back inside.

The dream is the same, but different.

The garden is in full bloom, greenery overlaid with bursts of beautiful bright colours. Camellias, rhododendrons, and oleanders wave and shiver gently in the warm breeze, and apple blossoms hang heavily from a nearby tree. The flowering garden is enormous and maze-like, and you have yet to see it in any state other than fully flourishing.

It’s a beautiful place, especially after the hot, cramped working quarters of the bathhouse. You inhale the sweetly fragranced air and feel the knot of tension in your spine unfurl; it feels like the first time that you’ve been able to breathe all week, but that’s not the only reason that you’ve found yourself outside.

At the bottom of the garden, the grass drops off into a sheer drop. The cliff face overlooks a seemingly endless ocean, and you perch a safe distance from the drop before leaning back in the grass. The sky is an almost surreally deep blue and you watch as enormous fluffy clouds float by, looking as though they’ve been painted on a jewel-blue canvas.

It’s not the first time you’ve had this dream, and you know what you’ll see if you keep patiently watching.

It doesn’t take long — it never does. You time your lunch breaks precisely, all so you get to see this sight.

The clear blue sky makes it so much easier to spot the shiny white scales, flashing jewel-bright in the sunlight. The dragon writhes in the sky, streaking through the air like a great serpent caught in the wind. Even from this distance, you can see the knife-like teeth, the great sharp claws that gleam like pyrite, and the twisting horns that erupt from his head like daggers made from calcified bone. He looks deadly, a living weapon that swims through the air like a salmon in open water, but the sight of him makes something settle in your stomach.

You wonder what it would feel like to fall through the air with nothing but the wind to break your fall. You imagine it must feel like freedom.

The dragon flutters through the air, buoyed by the gentle sea breeze. If you didn’t know better, you might almost think that he was showing off — his movements are hypnotic, dreamlike, more like a dance than anything. His scales glow pearlescent in the midday sun, otherworldly and earthly all at once.

You could happily stay and watch him skim through the sky forever, but already the bell is being rung to call all workers back into the bathhouse. You heave a sigh so deep it feels as though your chest is about to crack with the force of it, before hauling yourself to your feet.

Your break is over, and now it’s back to work.

Sometimes you find it difficult to tell when you’re dreaming and when you’re awake. It feels as though everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever. You don’t get to rest when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, because the dreams just keep coming and coming. Sometimes you don’t feel like your life is real when you’re awake.

Riding on the train has always been therapeutic, especially at this time of the early morning. The sun rising lazily over the horizon sends milky threads of purple and pink across the cloudy sky, and you cradle your chin in your hand as you gaze out across the moving landscape. You love these little trips, feeling more at home in the creaky, overfull train carriage than you do in your own bedroom sometimes, though you can’t quite work out where that particular feeling comes from.

You know sometimes that stories end with “And then I woke up — it was only a dream”, but in your experience the story simply doesn’t end. You cannot fully wake up without the tail-ends of your dreams clinging to you for the rest of the day, and you never fully sleep. You just dream, dream, dream.

Sighing, you lean your head back against the seat that you’re slumped in. The train carriage is too full, and you were lucky to get a seat in the first place — from your vantage point, you watch as people sway in tandem with the motion of the train. It’s almost hypnotic, how they undulate back and forth with every turn, brushing against each other only to be pulled apart again by the lurching train.

Through the sea of bodies, you catch a man’s eye. It breaks the monotony of the morning commute and your own spiralling thoughts, and your spine straightens unconsciously. He quirks an eyebrow briefly, slightly, in such a way that no one would be able to safely accuse him of having done it.

You look away, startled for no good reason. Do you know him? He feels familiar in a way that you can’t quite put your finger on. The train rattles on, and it takes several long minutes before you work up the nerve to glance the man’s way again. He’s still watching you, but you’re ready for it this time. His attention isn’t such a shock, and you allow your eyes to wander over his face properly.

You must know him, you think. Your eyes track over his features as though they’re winding over a well-worn path, admiring the curve of his nose and the fullness of his lips and the arch of his eyebrows over his intense, watchful eyes.

He smiles at you, and it feels as though you’re sharing a secret from across the crowded train carriage. You smile back — it’s just a small tug of the corners of your mouth, but it’s the most you’ve smiled in months. Longer, maybe.

In the middle of the carriage a woman laughs at something her friend has said and sways backward, blocking your view of the stranger. It feels like a loss.

The train trundles onwards, and the carriage gradually empties out. You watch people step off the train with friends, with their heads ducked low, lost in thought, arguing over the phone, distracted with their book bags. By the time it comes to your stop, the man is gone.

You try not to feel disappointed as you step off the train — it’s silly, after all. You don’t know the man, and whatever you thought you felt as you looked at each other was surely all in your own head. Your head has been awfully full, recently.

As you step off the train you grapple with your bag, side-stepping a businessman who is busy shouting down the phone at some unfortunate coworker. You’re distracted, which is the only reasonable explanation for how long it takes you to realise that the man from the train is standing in front of you.

“Oh.” You blurt, startled. You had already begun to resign yourself to never seeing him again, so you can’t help but feel distinctly caught off guard at the sight of him standing before you. “Hi.”

“Hello.” The man says. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you have no idea what he’s waiting for — as it is, you get completely distracted by his eyes. You hadn’t noticed on the train, but now that he’s up close you see that they’re a truly unusual deep burgundy. He tilts his head when you remain silent, and bites his lip. Now that you’re really looking, you notice how sharp his teeth are. “You’ve barely changed at all.”

You blink at him. “Er…” You trail off nervously. You don’t recognise him, but you feel like you know him. Clearly, he thinks that he knows you.

“It’s fitting, isn’t it? Meeting again on a train?” He smiles, and it’s an impossibly knowing expression. You don’t think you’ve ever been on the receiving end of a look that intimate in your life, though you have no idea what he’s talking about.

Someone collides hard with your shoulder and you stagger for balance. You only look away from the man for a mere second, but it’s enough; when you look again, he’s gone.

You take to walking. There’s a wooded area behind the town, and you enjoy traipsing idly through the trees. Ancient roots erupt out of the dirt and fan over the ground like hairs, and the moss that covers the trunks of the trees is such a deep green that it almost seems like paint pigment. It’s soothing, being surrounded by nature like this. It reminds you of childhood — the simplicity of being able to jump over tree roots under a canopy of pale green leaves, of being able to leave all your thoughts and stress at the boundary of the forest.

It’s where you come after waking sweat-soaked and disoriented from a dream that clings to you like a burr, where you walk among the ferns and the needle-leaved weeds until you manage to shake the last vestiges of memory from your mind. You need it, especially in the mornings where you wake up with the acrid scent of herbal cleanser stinging in your nose or the bite of hard calluses on your palms from non-existent rough cloths. On mornings like that, you walk and walk until you no longer feel as though you’re more alive in your dreams than you are in reality.

Deep in the forest is a great red facade, painted a flaking, faded red. You wander by it frequently, admiring the overgrown greenery that crawls up the walls like reaching fingers, the mossy stone guardian that stands sentinel amongst the cracked flagstones that lead into the tunnelled entrance. You’ve asked around in the town, curious about what exactly this building was for, but most of the locals either don’t know what building you’re talking about or admit that they’re not sure. One man told you that the facade was built for a theme park in the 90s that had ended up going bust in the recession, and that the building only looked old.

You remain unconvinced on that front. The building has the kind of presence that only very old things have; it feels like it’s watching you.

For the most part, your walks in the forest are peaceful. Recently though, you’ve found yourself plagued by an insistent, irritating sense of deja vu. You don’t know where it’s coming from, and it hits you at the strangest of times — when you’re making tea, or in the bath, or cleaning your apartment, or on the train, or admiring the sky on a cloudless day.

The man from the train is the boy in your dreams. It takes you weeks to come to that realisation. You just wake up in the middle of the night on a random Tuesday, with wide eyes and clammy skin and his name slipping from the forefront of your mind.

It shouldn’t be possible, but once it dawns on you, you’re certain of it.

Even stranger is that once you realise it, it feels as though you see him everywhere. You see flashes of red hair when you’re walking down the street, when you’re grocery shopping, when you’re walking home late at night. It’s only ever the barest glance out of the corner of your eye, just overt enough for you to know it’s him, but subtle enough for you to question yourself immediately after.

One night, you travel to a local city to meet some old school friends. At night, the city seems to pulse. The music from seedy clubs spills out into the neon-lit streets, muffled shouted arguments echoes from alleyways and apartments alike, and the streets are peppered with people either scurrying or stumbling home, with very little variation. Though the perpetually overcast sky hides any trace of the moon or stars, the streetlamps reflect in the ever-present stagnant puddles littering the street, lighting them up in varying shades of sickly yellow.

At night, the city seems alive. Chronically ill and struggling to breathe, maybe, but clinging to life all the same.

The way the neon lights flicker in the gloomy darkness, just barely illuminating the shadows of people hurrying through the streets to get in out of the rain, reminds you of something you can’t quite remember. It sits in the back of your mind like a sour taste, but no matter how much you reach for the memory it remains just out of reach.

You spend most of the night staring out of the steamed up window of the pub, entranced by the sight of the night streets and frustrated by the memories that seem to dangle just out of reach. You know that it doesn’t make for good company, and you feel guilty for that. Your friends don’t seem overly surprised at your detachment. You’ve been drifting away for years, and though tonight was supposed to be all about reconnecting it seems clear that it’s not going to work.

When you eventually stand up to leave, with forced smiles and awkward goodbyes, you can’t help but feel melancholy settle over you like a second skin. As you slip out of the pub and onto the dark streets, the thought crosses your mind that you’re not used to being alone like this. It’s a silly thought, really; you’ve been alone for years. But sometimes, in those liminal moments between waking and sleeping, you swear you can hear the gentle drowsy breaths of dozens of people sleeping all around you, as though you’re surrounded on all sides. On those nights you wake up hot and claustrophobic and uncomfortable, but never feeling lonely.

It is probably your own fault, you reflect as you drift down the sidewalk like a ghost. It’s difficult to make an effort to know people when you feel as though you don’t know yourself. You don’t know how to bridge the distance between yourself and other people. You think sometimes that you’re missing chunks of yourself.

You pass an open shopfront that’s serving street food, and glance briefly in at the kitchen. The cook is illuminated only dimly in the smoky room, standing out as a shadow figure more than anything, and for a split second you could swear that he has six arms. You look away quickly and carry on walking — you don’t want to look again only to be proven wrong. You want to preserve that little second of magic strangeness for as long as you can.

The puddles on the street seem like they’re glowing with the light reflected from the neon streetlamps, and you weave your way carefully around them to avoid getting your feet wet. The night has a strange quality about it, almost as though it’s holding its breath.

Considering the combination of your pensive mood and the expectant air of the evening, you don’t feel surprised at all when you look up from the wet cobblestones to find the man standing only a few feet ahead of you.

He smiles like he’s nervous, his gaze tracking carefully over your face. In his hands, he’s holding flowers. Camellias, you think. It’s the first time since you first saw him on the train that hasn’t been a fleeting glance out of the corner of your eye— he’s here in front of you and he’s real and solid and sturdy. He seems more substantial than the streets around you, than your friends back at the pub had been.

“Do you remember me?” He asks, voice soft as though he’s afraid of the answer.

“Remember you?” You croak. It feels as though the words are catching inside your throat. “No. But I’ve seen you every night in my dreams for years.”

If that’s the answer he’s expecting, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking at you, your face, your body. You wonder exactly it is that he’s seeing. “These are for you.” He says eventually, holding out the flowers. “I didn’t- I wanted to bring you something, when I saw you again. And I know that you always liked the garden.”

He’s talking as if the places that you’ve dreamed about are real. It doesn’t come as the earth-shattering surprise you might have expected — rather, it feels like a key turning in an old lock. A click, and then a sense of yes, that’s right.

You take the flowers, and clutch them to your chest. They’re a fleshy pink, with a vibrant yellow centre. The petals are as soft as velvet. Holding them feels like holding a safety blanket. “Thank you.” It’s the only thing that you can manage to say right now. Your thoughts are too full, and nothing else makes it out of your mouth.

It’s rather startling, the feelings that bubble up in your chest. It feels like something has just been unlocked, as though you had stored away all this emotion somewhere deep in your ribcage and then forgotten about it only for it to resurface at this precise moment, for this precise person.

“Eijirou.” You croak. “Kirishima Eijirou.”

His whole face brightens, and his eyes sparkle. “Yes. That’s me. You do remember!”

They’re not quite memories, you don’t think. They come in dreamlike flashes — the garden, an ocean, train tracks, the feral snarling of a dragon with sharp teeth, hard work and hot food, friends.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Kirishima is saying, his face open and earnest. “But I told you that I’d come and find you again, remember?”

You do remember, sort of. A flash of a warm hand holding yours, pushing you forward over a boundary between one world and another, and a goodbye whispered behind you that sounds like a promise.

“You saved me.”

Kirishima laughs, though his eyes look a little shiny. “It was the other way around, actually. I would have stayed trapped in that bathhouse forever, if it weren’t for you.”

“The bathhouse.” You murmur, wide-eyed. It was real, real, real.

“Things are different now.” He edges closer to you. He’s large and imposing and taller than you, but he’s hunched slightly in an attempt to make himself unthreatening. “That’s why it took so long for me to come for you. Things were changing. Me and Katsuki run the bathhouse now.”

Katsuki. In your mind's eye you see a boy with wild blond hair and a dangerous look in his eyes, a boy who gives you extra rice when he can manage and takes over parts of your chores when you get so tired that you’re fit to pass out.

“I didn’t mean to make you wait.” He says quietly, and the tide of emotion that you had just barely been holding at bay comes crashing over you. Before the first tear has welled over the edge of your eyelids, Kirishima has stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms. The flowers are crushed between your chests as you cry.

“I didn’t even know what I was waiting for.” You cry into his silk suikan.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your hair. “I’m here now. I’m not going to leave again.”

You don’t release your grip on him. You’re not willing to take the chance.

After a moment, Kirishima speaks again. “Are you ready to go?”

“Go?” You echo, finally pulling away. “Go where?”

“Home.” He says, and he means the bathhouse. He means the spirit world.

“You want me to work for you?”

“I want you to help us run it.” He corrects. The distinction is important for both of you — though the memories are distant, you both know what it feels like to have your names and voices erased so cleanly that it makes you wonder if you ever existed fully at all.

“I don’t know anything about running a bathhouse. Especially not one for spirits.” You say, but Kirishima just laughs.

“You were always a hard worker. You’ll learn as you go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

You want to say yes. The word beats in your head like a drum, and you can’t think of a good reason to say no. The bathhouse. Home. The chance to feel real and awake at the same time.

“Okay.” You say on a breath, staring at him with wide eyes. “Stay with me, this time.”

When Kirishima’s face lights up in a smile, it’s the first time that you think you can accurately describe someone as incandescently happy. “Good luck getting rid of me again.”

You laugh, feeling nearly delirious with relief and joy. It’s real. He’s real. He’s come back for you, and now you’re going back with him. You think you should probably feel nervous or hesitant, but this brief encounter has felt more solid and right than the rest of the night spent with distant school-friends made uncomfortable by your silences.

“So, how do we get there?” You ask, but Kirishima just grins at you like you should already know the answer.

The train station is tucked away down an alley just off a busy main shopping district.

“It’s easy to miss if you don’t know exactly where you're going.” Kirishima tells you with a sharp smile, and it’s easy to believe. The red brick building that housed the train station is unmarked, and the trains couldn’t be seen from the main street. The alley itself is home to many curious sights -- paper lanterns bob overhead (though they don’t seem to be suspended by anything in particular), a yellowed flyer from the 1950s advertising Marlboro cigarettes drifts along on what seems to be a breeze despite the noticeable lack of wind, and three magpies sit on a wall wearing little golden timepieces on chains around their necks and caw in time with the ticking.

“Ready to go home?” Kirishima asks quietly. In his hand, two train tickets flutter in a non-existent breeze.

A family of mice scamper past your feet, pulling a miniature suitcase between them. A tall, thin woman wearing a blank white mask assists them onto the train.

You laugh at the whimsy of it all — it feels as though you’ve stepped into a fairytale, into a dream, into your childhood. “Yes,” You grin, “I’m ready.”

Kirishima beams back at you, and holds out a hand to help you onto the train. Finding a seat was easy — despite all the passengers you had seen boarding, the carriage was oddly empty. As soon as you’re seated, you sigh. It feels as though you’re sinking into an old overstuffed armchair, comfortable and familiar. When the whistle blows and the train starts moving, you turn eagerly to watch as the train begins to pick up speed. Within moments, you find that you can barely recognise the landscape blurring past the window — It seems that you’re zooming passed a beautiful sea-view, despite the fact that the city the train station was located in was conspicuously land-locked. You sigh happily and lean against your seat.

You still don’t remember everything about your experience in the spirit world all those years ago, but you think you remember hearing someone telling you “Once you meet someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return."

You make eye contact with Eijirou, who smiles back at you so fondly that it nearly hurts to look at. He’s changed so much from the boy in your dreams, in your memories. His eyes are no longer glassy and distant — now they’re shiny and expressive and so bright. His hair is longer too; still spiked and wild, but longer and curling softly over the curve of his neck and shoulders. He’s the boy your remember from all those years ago, but he’s also a man now. Grown, like you have, but smiling at you gently just like you’re ten years old again.

Through the window behind his head, the sunrise begins to bathe the water in delicate pinks and yellows. You’ll wait for as long as you need to for the memories to return, but even if they don’t that’s alright. You can just make new ones.

#this is so cheesy lol but whatever i've been staring at this doc for too long and i want it out of my sight #kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #ghibli au #kirishima eijiro fluff #kirishima x y/n #mha x reader

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Assassin's Shadow | Part Five

Warning of the story: Minor DNI!! 18+ Only. Smut, Fluff, Angst, Character Deaths (I’m sorry we will be reliving this together), Daddy Kink, Slow-Burn, Slight cheating??, Hair Pulling, Choking, Violence, Blood, Cussing, Alcohol use, Talk of self-harm/suicide attempt, Breeding Kink, Knife Play, Dark!Loki, Dom!Bucky/Soft!Bucky, Protective and Possessive Bucky, Mind Manipulation/Mind Tricks, Mind Control, PTSD, Anxiety. Size Kink, Age Gap (Anne is 25. Bucky in his 100s; Loki 1054) Taglist: @turbolisedcomet @charmed-asylum @silentkiller2374 @bucky-soldat

My heartbeat quickly in my chest made the breath in my lungs difficult to consume. I could hear the loud thumping of the pulse of my blood in my ears as it rushed through my veins at the sight before me. Loki stared at me with an evil smirk and bright blue eyes the shade of the tesseract as his long slender fingers gripped my jaw causing my cheeks to be squished together. His breath is hot against my face as he let out a dark chuckle that brought the hairs on my arms and back of my neck on end. An ice-cold chill ran from my face throughout my body as his pale skin turned into a blue color with darker blue plates on his body, his eyes growing into a solid red color including the sclera of his eyes. His skin is as cold as the ice in Antarctica. "My my my... My little puppet. I thought you loved me. Hm? You love me right?" I nodded my head yes as best as I could within his harsh grasp only to have him laugh, a dagger made of ice growing from his hand. Two black horns grew from his head and his body seemed to grow twice in size as his skin was no longer pale but the blue hue. "Lo-Loki... Please. Please. I love you. Please. Don't hurt me. This isn't you-." "Oh? But you see... You don't love me. You never have. If you did love me... You would never have left me to die! You murdered me. You let me die. For what? So you could leave to go be with the oaf? Huh? Is that it? Needed a human, not some monster? But remember. I was the one who listened when no one else did. Run little one." I let tears fall as my feet carried me away from him as fast as I could. His voice echoed all around me as I covered my ears. I panicked, unsure of where to go. I realized I was running in the ice-covered ruins of Asgard. This isn't Loki. He wouldn't do this. I turned my head to look behind me as I ran and fell something sharp in my abdomen. My shaky hands felt like they moved slowly as I looked down at the ice dagger buried deep in my flesh. My blood felt cold as it slowly soaked into my clothes, moving within every fiber to cover my whole stomach. Loki smirked evilly as he leaned down so his face was level with mine. I could see the reflection of my face growing white, my vision becoming blurred. He tutted his tongue softly as he plunged the dagger deeper, as much as he could, whilst the smirk grew bigger. I could see blood slowly rolling down my chin. I heard a scream of horror from... another Loki? My movements were weak as I turned my head to see Loki, who was in a white dress shirt, a tie, tan pants, and black dress shoes. His black long hair messy and strewn about as his cheeks shimmered from the tears that streaked down and fell from his chin. The Jotun form above me chuckled and removed the dagger, throwing me towards the other Loki. "You're too late, Asgardian. She'll be dead in no time. Say goodbye while you still can." The Loki I know, or at least I think I know, picked me up softly into his arms. "Lo-Loki... I.. I'm so.. so sorry. Forgive... M-Me... My prince." I woke breathing heavily, my eyes scanning the room which was filled with the sound of soft breathing and distant sirens for the city's ambulance and police. Bucky shifted as I positioned myself into an upright sitting position so I could rest my head on the headboard, soon waking and turning to face me. His medium-length brown hair scattered with knots. His eyes squinting slightly as he looked up at me and his left arm came to rest on my lap. "You okay, doll? Have another nightmare?" I felt butterflies at the sound of his sleepy and husky voice that's a few octaves lower than his normal voice. "Yeah. I'm okay though now. You can go back to sleep." I smiled sweetly as I smoothed down some of his hair then looked outside of my window. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon and painting the sky shades of pinks, oranges, and purples. "No. I don't believe you. It's okay. I'm here, Anne." He sat up, resting beside me and pulling me into his lap to face him. His metal hand rested softly on my cheek, the silver shining slightly from the

sunrise. "I um.. I was murdered by Loki but in his Frost Giant form. I watched myself dying in his eyes and he..." I looked down, not wanting to see how terrified I was. "he then threw me to the Loki we all know... at least I think... and then that Loki picked me up with tears streaming down his face as I died in his arms." "Oh, kitten. I'm so sorry." I blushed at the new nickname, freezing when he pressed his lips to mine softly. Bucky's brows knitted together in confusion as I quickly got off the bed and walked to the door, opening it. "You need to leave, James. I-I can't do this. I-." I flinched slightly as he walked over and raised his hands to rest on my cheeks softly but stopped. "I won't deny your request. If you need anyone to talk to. Please come find me." Bucky smiled sadly. I swore I could see tears shimmer along his waterline in the hallways' light as he walked out of my room and walked to his room. I let out a shaky breath before closing my door and walking back to my bed, crawling under the fuzzy blanket Bucky brought and falling back to sleep, the scent of him bringing me comfort. The feeling of someone shaking me woke me from my slumber. It was Peter Parker. He smiled at me as I sat up only to realize he had a tray of food. "It's from M-Mr. Barnes. He said he is sorry he had to leave on such short notice." "Leave? Where to?" "Wakanda? I have no idea where that is." He sat beside me and placed a caring hand on my lower back as I let out a sigh and started eating. "He um. He told me to order you breakfast and say its from him. He's sorry. For everything. He doesn't know if he'll be back. Steve's with him though." I smiled and nodded. If Steve's there with him then he will definitely be back. "Thanks, Pete. I appreciate it." I kissed his cheek and finished eating before heading into Tony's lab. Tony glanced up from working on Peter's new suit and sat up straighter, cocking an eyebrow up. I plopped down at my little workstation and checked everything for my suit to make sure things were well due to my nightmare being fresh on my mind. "I'm sure he'll be back, Anne. No need to worry." I gave him a slight nod and sighed. "I know. I just feel like something is up. I don't like it. Maybe I am just overreacting." "Take Pete out for the day. You two are the same age. Hang with him." I groaned slightly and stood. "Only if you won't force him on me... Rather not deal with relationships right now." "But you and Barnes-." | "Nipped it in the bud. It's for the best I don't get attached. Everything I get close to dies." ~A few weeks later~ I watched outside as an alien ship stayed in the sky. No... No. This can't be happening. No. My heart sank as Steve and Natasha rushed up to me; Natasha shoving my suit into my hands. "Hurry. Suit up now. We need to head to Wakanda. Sam flew in and hurried to the quinjet as I hurried inside to change. Once I was finished suiting up and putting on my weapon holsters I hurried to the jet, smiling when I saw Wanda and Vision along with Bruce and Rhodey. My heartfelt like it was going crazy as we landed in the beautiful Kingdom, my eyes landing on Bucky as he walked up and hugged Steve. Nat nudged me softly and smiled before pushing me forward after Steve moved over to talk to King T'Challa, causing me to fall into Bucky. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. My face became warm as I looked away shyly. "Hi, doll. I-I'm sorry I left you. I missed you." I noticed his new arm and gasped, grabbing it and started inspecting it. "Like my new arm? T'Challa and his sister helped." "I love it, Buck. I.. I missed you too." I looked up at him and smiled. Bucky pressed his lips to mine, holding me close. My heart fluttered as I tangled my fingers in his hair. Steve chuckled and patted Bucky's arm. "I'm going to head in with Vision, Wanda, and the others. You, Anne, Sam, and Rhodes gonna be good out here?" Bucky nodded and smiled at Steve. "Yeah. Better hurry. Cap. We don't know when they'll be heading here."

"So... what is happening, Bucky?" I asked after the others headed up into Shuri's lab overlooking the main area where Sam, Bucky, and I were. "No one told you?" Sam flew down and landed by us and looked around, looking for something as I shook my head no. I was becoming nervous. "Well..." "Cap we got a situation here." Sam put his fingers onto his earpiece and spoke as he looked up. Bucky's arms tightened around me as we looked up, watching a giant pod collide into the dome surrounding the kingdom and explode. "God I love this place." Bucky said with glee. "I wouldn't celebrate just yet. We got more incoming outside the dome!" Rhodes announced as we watched more fall. We all rushed towards to the front of the dome to stand in place, ready to battle if we needed to. My hand softly brushed against Bucky's metal hand as we watched Steve return to stand on the other side of me. Bucky grabbed my hand and squeezed slightly to give me some sort of hope. "They surrender?" Bucky asked, his eyes still facing the alien army on the other side of the forcefield. "Not exactly..." Steve said with a slight growl, making his new shield extend. We all readied, my hand gripping my gun as we watched the aliens break through after being signaled to attack. "Wakanda forever!" T'Challa yelled, signaling us to retaliate. We all ran as fast as we could and began to battle. I quickly shoved my gun back into the holster and pulled two handles from my sides which extended into two electric swords. Hand to hand would be more efficient for me in this battle. Dog-like aliens began to swarm me and I maneuvered as best as I could, stabbing and slicing, knocking down a good amount until I was pinned down one. I tensed up as a bullet went through its skull from the side of its head, blue blood spraying across my face. Bucky smirked as I flung the corpse off from me and jumped up, giving him a look like 'disgusting'. He chuckled and went back to fighting. "Bucky! On your six!!" I yelled as I shoved the swords back onto their magnetic sheath, causing them to retract back, and grabbed my guns, shooting at as many of the aliens as they began to swarm him. My breath got knocked out of me an alien crashed into me, throwing me about three feet. I watched helplessly as they pinned Bucky down and began to bite at him. A bright light shot down, a giant axe flying at killing aliens. A big smile spread across my face as Thor appeared, lightning surrounding him. It was bittersweet for me to see him again. I raised a brow at a... tree? and a raccoon as they began fighting with him. "Thor!" I stood and began shooting again at some of the creatures. "Bring... me... THANOS!!!" He yelled as he flew up, bringing his axe down on a crowd of beings. My blood ran cold. It all made sense now... This was the end. I looked around as people began to crumble and turn into dust, falling onto the ground and blending in with the ruined dirt from the battle. My legs began to move what felt like on their own as I rushed to find Thor, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and the others. Steve was kneeling by Vision's body, Natasha holding one of her sides, Banner standing behind them along with Thor, Rhodey, and the raccoon. My hand covered my mouth as I saw that Vision was now lifeless, no one could be seen. "Steve... Where's Bucky? Where are the others? Where did he go?! What did Thanos do?!" "Oh god..." Realization hit Steve as he sat down. This can't be happening. ~Five Years Later~ I sat around the table with whoever was left of the team including Tony, Nebula, and Carol Danvers. My heart sunk as I watched all the faces of the people who got snapped flash along with their names. I grabbed Steve's hand as Tony began to rant about Thanos and us losing against Thanos and his army. "Here. Take this off. You put this on when you find him and you find and you.." I rushed down as Tony collapsed, looking up at Steve. Rhodes helped get Tony to Banner's medic wing, helping set up a bed for Tony to let

him rest. Steve, Natasha, Carol, and I waited outside of the room for Rhodey. I gave a soft smile to my mom, Pepper, and she smiled back. Giving me a slight nod to let me know he will be okay. "Bruce gave him a sedative. He'll be out for the rest of the day." Rhodes said as he returned to us. "You guys take care of him. I'll give him a Xorrian Elixir when I get back." Carol nodded as she went to leave. Steve giving her a confused expression. "Where are you going?" "To kill Thanos." She stated matter-of-factly as she walked out of the room. Steve let out a sigh and rubbed my back softly as I wrapped my arms around him.

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[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou runs into a villain with a succubus quirk so often that it pisses him the fuck off. Why? That’s because he can never apprehend you and you’re not supposed to look sexy but you do!」 [ NSFW under the cut! ]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"Get back here, you bitch!"

"Sorry! I can't afford to get caught!" you laughed, dodging a blast that was directed towards you from the Pro Hero who was known as Ground Zero. 

You weren't sure how long you were playing this cat and mouse game with the Pro Hero nor could you count how many times you had slipped from his grasp and escaped. It was thanks to that one stunt you pulled a few months ago, stealing weapons that were being shipped for the military. It was a feat that you had pulled off all alone and the reason why you had a huge bounty on you. Since then, you were doing your best avoiding the Pro Heroes and police force. As a villain, you worked alone, doing whatever you pleased. And as you were doing your usual thing―which wasn't something good to begin with―you met the Pro Hero Ground Zero. He was a hero who's rising through the ranks with an explosive force, no pun intended.

It's been such a long time since he started chasing after you and every time you see him, you can't help but tease him. You were born with an odd quirk, one that gave you a form of a demon. There was a pair of horns growing atop your head, sharp teeth, and a tail. Your quirk was what you often call 'Succubus', you're able to emit a pheromone that causes people to fall victim to lust which can be used to paralyze victims. In addition, you get energy from the body fluids of the opposite sex. If you're filled with energy, you'll be able to perform feats that normal people are unable to do. Having things like sharp senses, fast regeneration, and super strength.

That aside, you were currently on the run, leaping from one building to another with your abilities. Ground Zero was hot on your trail, maneuvering in the air using his quirk to propel himself. The first time you met him, he had a very intimidating aura and he was yelling 'Die!' the entire time he used his quirk. He had great control over his quirk and natural abilities when it comes to combat. You used your pheromones when you meet a dead end and normally rely on your inhuman strength. And he was one of the few heroes that always managed to corner you.

"Fuck!" he cursed as you slipped underneath his arms and sent him flying into an old abandoned building.

But you always managed to slip and escape.

"You're trying so hard, Ground Zero-san. Are you sure that you're not falling for me?" you hummed, your tail flicking behind you playfully.

Bakugou was on his knees while you stood a few meters away from him. The abandoned building was covered with a sheet which prevented light from leaking in. But now there was a gaping hole from where Bakugou had crashed into, there was light and wind coming in. Your hair swayed from side to side as you slowly stepped towards him. You crouched down in front of him, placing a hand on his head and giggling softly.

"Hello? Are you still alive?" you placed your hand beside your mouth, a mischievous smile on your face. He grunted, getting up from his position and raising his right hand. Before he could even send a blast your way, you leaped out of the way.

He was quick. Using the smoke from the first blast to hide and give him the opportunity to plan his next move. As soon as the smoke cleared, he lunged forward with the help of an explosion. He seemed a bit more serious this time, his expression oddly calm. You dodged his attacks, just barely. It as was if he ignored everything else and just focused on catching you. A blast emitted from his palm that covered your entire visage and that was the deciding factor. He grabbed you by the wrist and threw you over his shoulder. Your back hit the ground and your lungs were robbed from air for a few seconds. He had you pinned down beneath him. You squirmed a bit, trying to wiggle out from his grasp.

"I hate your pretty face and your everything. What makes you think I'm falling for you?" he spat back at you. Despite being the one at disadvantage, you manage to laugh.

That's not entirely true. One, you're a villain and one that he had been chasing for a long time. No matter what stunt he pulled, you were always stronger than him. Two, he doesn't like your personality. You're cocky but at least your actions back up your words. And lastly, you're not supposed to look sexy but fuck! He'd be an idiot if he said that you weren't! You're always wearing a black-red off-shoulder shirt where the sleeves reach your wrists.  skirt and those thigh highs that always distracted him, dear lord.

"Perhaps you had forgotten what my quirk is." you smiled innocently. Bakugou instantly let you go upon realization but it was too late. His sparks died and his knees buckled. It wasn't that obvious yet but you could see him slowly falling victim to your quirk.

“Was it too intense? Sorry! But you're so cute when you're quiet like this." you giggled, kneeling down to his level, poking at his cheek which elicited a groan from him.

"Shut up.....piece of shit....." he mumbled.

"Now, now, don't say that. I'll make you feel better. What do you say? A pretty good offer right?" you lifted his chin with your index finger. Despite being a villain, you had intentions of killing him, a Pro Hero who was just doing his job. Bakugou didn't say anything, afraid that his voice would betray him. His body was sensitive and every single touch drove him insane. When you begin to pull down his pants, his mouth fall open in shock but no words formed. They were at the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say anything.

An embarrassed flush decorated his scowling face as he glanced down at you who was preoccupied with getting his pants off. His cock sprang free in front you, fully erect and bigger than you had expected. You bent down and licked a strip from the base, you moved slowly to the tip where you swirled your tongue. The taste of precum never made you sick, in fact, it was an addicting taste. Your hand moved up and down his length as your tongue started to dance along his shaft again. It slid against the underside, tracing the veins along the way. As much as he hated your guts, his body can't deny how good he was feeling.

"If you're gonna do it.....then do it right.....pussy." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"So impatient. I'll do it alright?" you huffed, brushing your hair aside before engulfing his entire length into your mouth. Bakugou uncharacteristically let out a moan as your tongue flicked over his tip. His head dipped back, eyes clenched shut as he restrained himself from making any more noises. It shouldn't feel so good but it did! 

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, feeling his entire body shudder as you did so. The movement was slow and almost too innocent considering your nature but you wanted to take more time with him, pushing him to the edge and seeing him come undone underneath you. His mind was starting to get a bit hazy now that your quirk is at its full effect. He couldn't think straight and all he wanted was to come.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. It feels so fucking good." he chanted, bucking his hips upwards and pushing his dick further into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged while Bakugou mewled lewdly, overwhelmed by the sensation. In the abandoned building, there was nothing but the sound of you gagging and sucking Bakugou's cock like a slut. You went faster, bobbing your head up and down when you felt his thighs twitch.

His cock twitches inside your mouth and you made no movements of pulling down. Bakugou grasped your head, his grip a bit weak but you could tell that his intention was to keep your head there. It surprised you and caused you to hum around his length. You quickened your pace, hearing his breath hitch and his hips moving on it's own.

"Fuck shit! Gonna cum soon!" he gasped. He slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the noises that threatened to spill. The vibrations from your mouth elicited weak moans from the ash blonde whose face was bright red. He was sweating profusely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and trailing down the side of his face.

With a loud groan, Bakugou finally came and reached his orgasm. He shot ropes of his thick seeds into your mouth while you still had his dick in your mouth. His seed spilled all the way down your throat and you swallowed everything down wantonly. It was thick and abundant, some managed to spill from your mouth.

"Hmm, look, you came a lot...." you drawled with a smirk, letting your mouth hang open to show him. His vermillion orbs narrowed at you, showing tons of emotions. Anger, refusal, love, lust, and annoyance. His chest was heaving with frustration and exhaustion. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You sat upright, slowly taking off your panties and dropping them onto the ground. Bakugou watched as you hovered over him, your shirt slipping down a bit which gave him a view of the top of your breasts. Yo lowered yourself onto his body, pressing your entire weight against his. It was just the beginning and you find yourself giving into desire as well. Pressing your lips against his, you rub your wet core onto his dick. Bakugou moaned into your mouth, hips bucking to meet your wet slit. The sensation made you moan in Bakugou's mouth.

"You acted like you hated it but you're actually into it." you laughed. The male grumbled angrily as you moved slowly against his length. He clicked his tongue, gritting his teeth and suppressing a moan.

"Shut up, it's your fucking fault that I'm like this! Hurry up and put it in already!" he cursed at you.

"Yeah, yeah, it's my fault. But that's not the right attitude to have when you're asking someone to do a favor." you smirked, raising your hips and rubbing the tip of his dick against your wet slit. Bakugou bit back a groan as his hips bucked, desperate for your pussy to be wrapped around his cock. You pulled away completely, smirking down at him. He feel a bit ashamed when he saw his dick covered in your fluids.

"Beg for it."

"Like hell I'm gonna do that!" 

"Then~I'll just leave you behind. And leave you to do it on your own. Even though the fastest way is to have sex." you playfully rolled your eyes, being a bit mischievous. Bakugou grumbled at your words, fully aware of the situation he's in.

"Please, for fuck's sake," he cursed quietly.

"Let me fucking cum inside you." At this, you laughed, not expecting him to act bashful. His fingers grip tighter around your hips. His eyes closed shut when you lowered yourself, sinking down his cock.

Hisses escaped both of your lips, the stretch had surprised you while Bakugou was overwhelmed by the feeling. But it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. You began swiveling your hips once your got used to the stretch which made Bakugou's jaw drop open. His head dipped back as you begin to ride his cock, moans slipping from your lips as you steadied yourself. Your hands were pressed against his abdomen, your ass bouncing as his grip tightens. He keeps his eyes shut and his breathing grows uneven while you continued to grind down against him. The smug grin you flash him makes him growl in anger. He may be submissive now but that was because of your quirk. He was struggling to gain control, thrusting his hips to match your pace.

"Damn, you're so fucking big!" your growled.

Gasps escaped your mouth when he bucked his hips hard, hitting a spot inside your. Your hands move to your breasts and began to play with your nipples, leaving the bouncing to him. Bakugou set his own rhythm that you ended up following. Your hips bounced faster, unsatisfied with the pace he set, you almost drowned in your own pleasure. The two of you panted heavily and soon enough, you felt him stiffen inside you. The coil in your stomach tightens until you shut your eyes. You came around his throbbing cock with a loud moan of his name.

Bakugou hisses once he finally came, releasing inside you as his entire body arched. His voice was small and weaker than normal, his hips falter and he laid on the ground. You sighed blissfully before removing yourself from him.

"Heyyyy, you awake, Pro Hero-san?" you teased, sitting next to him.

"Once I fucking recover, I'm killing you." he shot back, slowly getting up to sit.

"Ah, you were kinda cute when you're obedient?" you watched as he get dressed, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Shut up, you idiot." Bakugou grumbled angrily.

"So, you up for another round?" you giggled, keeping your attention on the ash blonde Pro Hero.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

Total: 2254 words Published: 11.11.2019

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Loki Laufeyson x Plus!Size Reader

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Loki Laufeyson X Plus!Size Reader

Warnings: Cursing, implied rape, mental break down.

A/N: This is the last chapter! I may do an Epilogue, not sure yet but this is the Finale for this fic but I have plenty more to write! & thank you @beets1 for the prompt! I hope I did it justice! Italic are memories. Also, as to the implied rape, yes I understand that a frost giant is A LOT bigger than any Asgardian, that said, my theory is magic or in this case seidr. I HOPE THIS DOESN’T FEEL RUSHED OR HALF ASSED!

Loki had hoped Y/N would sleep peacefully but something ate at him, telling him that it wouldn’t be that easy after the day they had. A shrill whimper drawing him away from the parchment that he looked over to focus on the shivering mass on the matters curled & clutching to the sheet in pain.

“Look at you little one,” Laufey snarled over top of a crumpled heap that once resembled Y/N, “so fragile for a Norn half-breed.”

“When…when…Loki,” her voice quivered before the giant toed her over harshly to her back-causing Y/N’ skull to make an audible crack on the frozen stone.

“You think I fear him or any of the others,” Laufey sneered, kneeling down to snatch her up by a shaking bicep, his biting touch causing her to yelp out in pain as he held in his face.

Head swimming, trying to focus, to speak, to bite back at the ugly bastard violently, spit in his face how he would be put to death when she was found. Opening her mouth to speak but nothing coming out but large clouds of vaper & pleading whimpers for him to let go.

“Don’t worry, you’ll forget all of this soon enough,” the giant sneered showing yellowing fangs, thrusting her back to the stone at the feet of a mage.

Body shaking as the mage’ seidr took hold of her, seidr that dug into her brain, searing through tissue & memories like hot needles. Needles that dug in slow, carving away piece by piece of something that she would give anything to remember. Yelping out & trying to use her own to fight back but was no use.

Rushing to Y/N’ side, Loki sprung into the bed, reaching out to pull her into his arms & heart breaking the moment she cringed & whimpered at his touch. Undeterred, the god pulled her to him, watching her eyes shoot open, but glazed over as he got her to her knees. Shocked as she knocked him to his ass to scramble into his lap like a beat dog seeking forgiveness.

“I yield,” Y/N yelped, despite her large frame made herself smaller in his lap, curling into him.

“I promise master, no more, I yield,” she whimpered out loudly as if someone was continuing to hurt her.

“No,” she yelped out silently, Loki moving his hand along her back to soothe over shivering body.

“Y/N wake up pet, it's only a dream,” Loki cooed down to the shivering creature that clutched at his shirt as he shifted to hold to her comfortably, filling her flinch at an unseen assailant.

“No! I'm sorry Laufey,” she panted out in a whimper, clutching to Loki’ clothes tighter, the gods concern taking over.

“Come now Y/N, wake up for me love,” he tried to sound calm, reassuring but it was full of panic at not being able to get her to come out of it.

Shifting around once more, forcing Y/N to her knees in front of him, taking her face in his hands to look into eyes of that of the dead, all color drained from the iris, no life, making him shake with fear he had lost her once more. Though he wasn’t about to give up, speaking to her, coaxing her to come back but evident she couldn’t hear him as she folded over in pain with a loud scream.

The door to his chamber slamming open, Thor entering worriedly with Eira in tow. Loki taking one look at the healer, knowing she seen what he was about to do as another scream ripped through Y/N. Hands still holding to her cheeks as she stayed crumpled in the bed. Eira yelling to Loki to stop, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t let his Sigyn continue to suffer.

Screaming was what he fell into, slamming into the frozen stone floor in what looked to be a dungeon, looking around to spot Y/N not long after. Pushing to his feet at the sight of Laufey standing over a naked & bloody Y/N. Arms chained to the ceiling above her dangling like a piece of meat. Blood streaking down bare back, buttocks to drip & freeze on the cold stone.

“You need to remember your duty sorceress,” Laufey’ gravelly voice snarled, blue hand shooting out to steady the spinning of the chain.

“You are mine to do with as I see fit. That said, when we are done here I will have you in my bed again & again & again. Until you realize YOU have no say in the matter,” the giant laughed in her blood splatted face as he bent over to look into her eyes, body turning so that Loki got a glimpse of the blood that ran down the inside of her thighs.

“Yes,” a weak broken voice choked out, tears streaking through the blood splatter.

“Yes WHAT,” he laughed once more running the vicious looking whip that Loki now realized he held along her side, making a shiver rip through her so violent the chain rattled.

“Yes master,” she quickly amended in a shaky voice, Laufey hinting to someone in the shadows to come forward, an old giant with broken horns, a mage?

In moments the nightmare faded away, Y/N dropping to the floor like a dead piece of flesh, quivering in the floor a bloody heap, Loki swallowing his fear to run to her, pulling Y/N bloody knees as he fell to his own.

“Y/N, this isn’t real,” Y/N could hear someone speak, a strong grip pulling her to her knees while the same voice begged for her to look at them.

“Loki,” her shattered vogue breathed in familiarity, but not the kind he hoped for, bloody hands gripping to his forearms as she finally looked up at him.

“Yes lover, it's me, I need you to wake up for me, your dreaming,” he cooed to the bloody creature that clung to him with tear drenched eyes, his own threatening to spill.

“I'm…I'm sorry! I can’t remember…. I can’t remember you,” the broken creature shivered out pulling closer to him to fall into his arms a sobbing heap.

“I can see it in your eyes,” she sobbed in his arms, “you know me & it kills you that I don’t recognize you, that I don’t know what you should mean to me & I to you! Would you tell me? Please tell me!”

The wretched creature pulling up to look into emerald eyes that flowed with tears, Y/N could see the answers burning in his eyes, what he wanted to tell her to show her, but why wouldn’t he!?

“Please Loki! My soul is shattering! I can feel the pain you are in because of all this,” she sobbed, head dropping to watch the cold stone fall away to silken sheets.

Looking up into emerald eyes, once hazed eyes back to bright Y/E/C gazing up him in pleading, fisting the material of his shirt as she straitened, tears already beginning to flow. Quickly releasing his shirt to reach up to lay her hands around his neck, thumbs caressing over tensing jaw, something his Siggy used to do when he would go into a rage around, pulling close to him. Shimmering Y/E/C orbs searching his face & feeling his own hands reach to cup her face whipping away the tears that where breaking free.

“Please, show me, please it hurts,” Y/N pleaded quietly so focused on Loki she never realized the healer stood by him informing him that it was too soon.

Heart thudding, almost stopping in her chest when he began to pull away, hearing what Eira told him, hands tightening but falling away from his neck to catch his wrist, pleading silently for him to explain. Watching him closely as emerald orbs searched over her face for something familiar.

“I don’t care if it kills me, ruins me,” she roared out, anger showing itself her own seidr engulfing them, holding him in place.

“Show ME! I can’t handle anymore of this,” she now whimpered allowing his wrist free, but he didn’t pull away .

Reaching up to put one hand on pale cheek the other reaching to card through disheveled hair & watching her seidr calm instantly.

“Calm down love,” he cooed continuing his actions, seidr residing now as she relaxed to lean back on her feet.

“I need you calm. I can’t show you anything you are upset,” he continued slouching forward with her still soothing over her gently.

“Please,” she whimpered hands settling onto his thighs, grounding herself.

“You’ll break her mind,” Eira spoke up at Loki’ side, Y/N looking up at the healer worried that she would prevent Loki form showing her what she needed to know.

“It's already broke,” Thor chimed in bedside Y/N, looking to the healer, Loki’ gaze locking on his brother.

“She needs to know,” Thor nodded to Loki who nodded back in agreement.

“Breath for me,” Loki began, watching Y/N take a breath before he took her in to his memories.

A young woman, a young Y/N & a younger Loki sat under a beautiful willow by a stream, that overlooked the beautiful golden palace of Asgard. Y/N looked to be in her very early 20s while Loki looked slightly older, by 2 or so years. The two sitting close to each other, legs crossed, Loki’ arm out behind Y/N back who was using it as a prop at the moment, the young Y/N finally looking up at him.

“My father told me that the Alfather spoke to him of your intent with me,” the young woman spoke, watching Loki intently.

“That so,” he smiled sheepishly, “then tell me, my sweet Y/N, what pray tell are my intentions?”

“Courtship,” she smirked back to him, “although… I'm still not…”

Young Loki froze, eyeing her suspiciously curious to the little shield maidens play.

“What is there to be sure of,” he retorted the two having discussed the thoughts of courtship, he thought they were already in agreement, siting up strait to face her head on .

“Y/N, you know my intentions, is it something your father said? Does he not approve, because if not I can….,” he began almost in a panic now but the young woman reaching up wrapping slender fingers around his neck, cherishing tense jaw.

“Norns Loki! Calm down, you're always so serious when it comes to me,” young Y/N spoke in exasperation towards the young god.

“Shouldn’t a man be when it comes to the woman he loves,” Loki admitted with a smirk, reaching up & taking her hands in his to lay on his legs.

“Then it would put my father at ease to know that, since you are courting his daughter openly,” the young Y/N smiled happily.

The young raven-haired god became overjoyed, jumping forward to wrap lithe arms around the young woman’ thick frame, jerking her back with him into the tall grass. Capturing her lips when they landed, allowing her to up to prop on his chest to look down at him.

“Father is upset because you didn’t choose Thor,” Loki lamented with a laugh as he let go of Y/N to push her hair out of her face.

“He has plenty of suitors,” Y/N smirked, leaning down to peck his lips, “besides my father would much rather I court you because of your intelligence.”

“Is that so  my little enchantress,” Loki smirked holding his hand palm up on his chest at Y/N’ nose a golden necklace just like the one she wore appearing in his palm.

“It is,” she giggled, sliding off his stomach to sit up, allowing him to do the same but sitting on her knees between his legs, the god leaning up to put the pendant around her neck.

“Consider that the first of many gifts love,” he smiled at her before the image faded to another.

This scene looked to be the same day or possibly a few days later, the young gods standing before a golden throne, Odin sitting in the seat, Frigga on one side & her father on the other, Loki making a point to explain to Y/N who each person was.

“You two have sat the date & are sure,” Odin spoke to the two, Loki holding tightly to the young Y/N.

“Yes Alfather,” Y/N responded looking to her father Lyall & Frigga.

“Then so be it,” Odin smiled ramming the golden scepter to the floor, echoing through the throne room, before being snapped to another scene, Loki apologizing for the harshness.

The two standing in front of golden chamber doors, Y/N walking in, time spinning to Loki walking in, coming out angered, upset, she could feel his rage, his fear, it was making her sick. Head reeling look up at Loki, begging for him to make it stop, it was to much, the echo of someone telling her they were sorry, apologizing.

“For what it's worth I'm sorry,” echoed in her ears, opening eyes to look up at Loki who was holding her in his arms, in their chambers, talking to her but she couldn’t hear him, just the voice of another in her ears as she was losing breath.

“Y/N, dove, please, breath,” Loki spoke to the trembling creature he held in his arms, trying to get her to focus, Eira moving to take the woman.

“DON’T TOUCH HER,” Loki snarled at Eira, pulling Y/N up to his chest.

“I’m sorry, it's to save Midgard, it has to happen,” the words that, once echoed felt like they where choking her, darkness creeping in, trying to focus on Loki, her lover, he was hers, HER Loki!

Y/N could hear her own breathing echoing through the room as she awoke, moving heavy limbs so to sit up, the previous breakdown & realizations flooding her senses to make her head throb. Sitting up to what she took as an empty room, noting the stillness of the air, it felt odd, not of Vannaheim. Pulling herself to the edge of the bed to get to tingling feet but almost jumping out of her skin as large hot hands laid on her shoulders to make her remain seated.

“Please, lay back,” came Thor’ quiet voice as he finally came into focus, noting that he wore a different style of clothing not of Vannaheim or Asgard.

“Loki,” she breathed out in question, allowing him to help her sit back against the pillows, calling out to someone, F.R.I.D.A.Y, to tint the windows.

Following Thor as he moved about the bed, fixing pillows so that she could remain sitting, making sure that she was covered before taking a seat next to her.

“He’s back in Vannaheim,” Thor explained reaching to the table to take the glass of water to hand to her.

“I bought you here, to Midgard as his urging,” Thor admitted as Y/N took the glass gently & taking a much-needed drink.

“Blyster,” Thor began.

“I knew he would cause trouble as soon as he sat foot in Vannaheim,” Y/N spoke quietly handing the glass back, looking down at the pendant reaching to it twist it & make the opal dance.

“He still loves you Y/N,” Thor reassured her watching her close.

“How could he? After all he seen….,” Y/N hesitating to say more as she caught Thor’ gaze.

“You know deep down that none of that matters to him,” Thor spoke trying to lift her spirits.

“Loki has been through a lot himself, so don’t shut him out. I haven’t seen him in good spirits like this since you agreed to wed, allow him to help you, to take care of you,” Thor explained, lightly reaching out to take her free hand to caress over her knuckles as if trying to reassure his own self that she was really there, trying to keep his anger down at the fact Strange had done this to her.

“It makes me sick I still can’t remember anything other than what he has told me, except… I heard a voice,” Y/N began, Thor pausing to look at her, curious to where this was going, but hinting for her to continue.

“After Loki showed me that we were to be married, after I stepped into his chambers when I disappeared, I heard a man telling me he was sorry that it had to be this way, that it was to save Midgard,” Y/N puzzled herself, searching Thor’ face over, it was obvious that he was understanding her, his features hardening.

“Did… did this voice tell you why? Did you ever see a face, who they were,” Thor asked cautiously, worried that if she heard it than Loki may have as well.

“No, he didn’t say why & no I never seen a face, but I believe that who ever he is could help,” Y/N spoke, watching anger cross Thor’ eyes, thunder sounding outside the compound.

“Thor, do you…,” she began, his hand tightening around hers & obvious he was watching a different scene play out behind his eyes.

“Thor are you ok,” she asked, shaking his hand, snapping him out of it, troubled blue eyes locking onto her & painting on a leery smile.

“Sorry Y/N, you must be hungry, you’ve been asleep for 4 days now,” Thor began, quick to change the subject, thumb caressing her knuckles.

“4 days? Where is here on Midgard,” Y/N began, following his lead & leaving it for another day.

“The Avengers compound, Eira did explain that much to you before you left didn’t she,” Thor asked her, forcing himself to put on a cheery facade so that he could keep her calm, though he was already planning on calling Strange to the compound & making him fix this.

“She did,” Y/N smiled, beginning to look around the room noting the color scheme was Thor’ along with several artifacts, pausing on a dagger & sword in a glass case that tickled at her psyche once again, filling him let go of her hand to follow her gaze.

“Those are yours,” Thor admitted, getting to his feet & starting to the case to fetch them.

The god all to happy to take them out of the case & carry them over to Y/N. The bewildered woman’ eyes sparkling as he started towards her with them. Y/N recognizing them from the vision of she & Loki before Odin. Reaching out to them like an excited child hoping that touching the blades would bring back something.

Thor couldn’t help but look at her in awe, letting her take the blades to lay them her lap. Watching nimble fingers tracing over the snakes on the dagger, moving the sword to trace the wolves engraved on the guard, smiling at it, brow furrowing. Watching her pause as if listening to something.

“I have a gift for you Sigyn,” a voice, the young voice of Loki spoke as she stared down at the blade.

“What is this,” her own voice spoke, she sounded younger, tracing the sparking eye of the wolf, it was a symbol of her mother wasn’t it?

“Yours,” a young Loki smiled behind her eyes, tears stinging at them, continuing to follow the running wolves, tracing the snakes with her eyes, the dagger was his, gifted to her when they agreed to court.

“It is beautiful,” the young maiden breathed out to the weapon on her lap, not registering that the bed sank next to her, Thor watching her intently, but not daring to stop her from remembering.

“Not as beautiful as you,” young Loki breathed out to her.

A tear falling to the blade, heart thudding in her chest, why would someone do this to them? It made no sense in her throbbing head, why was the man in her head telling her he was sorry? Just what did he do to her to make her forget, for her to end up in Laufey’ hands to be a…

“Thank you love,” Y/N breathed eyes snapping to Thor, swallowing hard as she traced along the blade, looking back down.

“You’ll understand when it's all over, I have to leave you here, but not for long, I’ll come back for you and make it right. I'm sorry I don’t have time to explain,” the man’s voice now began, trying to take in a breath, catching in her throat unable to swallow.

That voice, Norns that voice, if she could just see his face, tears streaming, something told her to ask Thor, he may know.

“Thor take the blades, please,” Y/N voice shook, watching the god do as she asked, quick to take them, putting them up, hurrying back to watch her closely.

“Y/N,” Thor began, looking into troubled eyes.

“The voice I hear, you know them don’t you,” Y/N spoke, watching the war in the gods eyes.

Did he tell her, did he bring Strange here, force him to make it right, or did he play stupid & hope neither of them found out.

“I… wait here Siggy,” Thor breathed hurrying to his feet & out of the room.

Stepping out to the hall Thor spoke out to the AI, demanding that Strange be contacted & that he make an appearance. In moments the air sizzled, the sorcerer stepping through for the god to grab hold of him & slam him to the wall.

“She remembers you! So, you fix this,” the god snarled in his face, the sheet rock cracking around where the sorcerers body slammed into it.

“There is no….,” he began, trying to keep his own voice calm, shit she was never to regain that much back.

“She hears a mans voice telling her that all this was to save Midgard, you are the only one that could have said that to her! Fix it sorcerer or I will end you before Loki does,” Thor snarled, falling into the wall as Strange fell through a portal, but Thor sure to spin on him the moment he emerged.

“Does your brother know? & where is he,” Strange questioned, looking around quickly, the god breathing down his throat.

“NO! But he should! He arrives today & I suggest you try to help her now,” Thor snarled, lighting coursing over his body ready to end the sorcerer if he refused.

Y/N looked up the moment the door opened, Thor stepping in with a man in a red cloak following behind. The woman getting to her feet shakily, the man familiar as she wobbled weakly over to them, Thor reaching out grab her before she fell.

“This is the sorcerer Strange, he is here to help you remember,” Thor spoke glaring down the man who finally looked at Y/N.

“It's been a long time Y/N,” the man spoke the one from her memories, seidr flashing in her eyes.

“You robbed us,” Y/N breathed, mint green seidr taking her, fueled by anger of a past with a lover she could barely remember because of this man.

“Y/N, calm down,” Thor spoke, trying to calm her.

“No, I want,” Y/N spoke eerily calm.

Eyes flaring bright, grabbing the sorcerer by his head the moment he tensed to step away. The man letting out a yell of pain, it was worse than what Ebony Maw ever thought of inflicting on him. The cape, nothing he had to stop her, he was powerless. The angered sorceress or better yet fate.

“Show me that day,” Y/N shouted, Thor trying to pull her off of the sorcerer, shouting something at her & only catching Loki’ name.

It was vivid, the fight with Thanos, the discovery that Loki had to fall form the Bifrost, the plan that he had came up with, only revealing it to one other, a Tony Stark. The vision of him watching her chase Loki through the palace, all before he took her from the baths to dump her in Midgard. Tears streaming, she couldn’t let go, he ruined THEIR life. It saved untold others, but it still didn’t excuse the fact it was ruined, they where robbed of a lifetime with each other.

“Let go love,” a voice spoke in her ear.

“He robbed us,” she sobbed out, cool hands ghosting up to the ones that held to the sorcerers head the man screaming out in silent agony.

“I know Siggy, but you need to let go dove,” he coaxed, strong body pulling to her back tightly, his seidr wrapping around her, watching her own intertwined like old lovers.

“He… I can’t… I'm sorry… Loki stop me,” Y/N cried out, a sob jerking thorough her body as his hands wrapped around hers to pull them from the sorcerer, folding them into her chest as he pulled away with her to the bed, collapsing back Y/N turning to sob in his chest.

“Breath for me love,” Loki cooed into her ear, feeling her finally take a breath, clutching to his shirt, holding tight.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t fight it enough, I didn’t… I didn’t try to remember…,” Y/N cried out, pulling close to Loki, the god sitting up to pull her with him, taking her head in his hands, not hesitating to pull her lips to his.

“No, I was the one that didn’t fight it,” he gasped on her lips.

“Kiss me again, I missed this,” Y/N breathed out.

He didn’t hesitate, he knew what they both wanted, both needed, pressing their lips together in a bruising manner, tongues begging for a taste of the other & Loki letting her take the lead. Y/N getting to her knees to push him down to the bed. The two others leaving quickly but they paid them no mind. The maiden not hesitating to hover over his body deepening the kiss and allowing him to pull her to straddle his waist, Loki swallowing the moan that escaped, bodies not forgetting.

“I love you Y/N, my little Siggy,” Loki breathed when she allowed him to.

Her hands around his throat cherishing his jaw as she leaned up to look down into emerald eyes & seeing the young god looking back at her, cocking her head at him with a smile he hadn’t seen in millennia.

“I love you Loki,” she breathed, brushing over even longer raven locks continuing to hold his gaze.

“Marry me,” he blurted, reaching up brush her hair back pulling her for another kiss that she was all too happy to deepen.

“Now,” Y/N breathed, looking over to the glass case at the dagger & sword, looking back to the god with a smirk.

“We don’t need a ceremony… wife,” he smiled at her mischievously, pulling her close to his lips.

“Then kiss me husband,” Y/N breathed before he pulled her to his lips to roll her on her back reversing their rolls but she wasn’t about to fight it.

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