#only gonna put it on his formal wear for now and keep the one singular claw for his regular outfit

[xanfeursel]

last sims post for Now but i also found some gold claws for gorty ^_^

#thank you valhallansim for your service o7 #only gonna put it on his formal wear for now and keep the one singular claw for his regular outfit #but it fits nicely !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #simsposting #rev txt

[alastorsw1f3]

|| 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑶'𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 ||

THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON HERE

Contains;

Smut | Violence | Swearing | Drugs | Addictions | Alcohol | Non-Con/SA | Adult/Mature Themes

|| 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ||

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You wake up, curtains shut and the bedroom a mess. you groan and roll over to look at your clock on your nightstand. You've slept in, and missed breakfast. So in a hurry, you get out of bed. No time to make it, your sheets and blankets are everywhere. You rush over to the corner of your room and pick up some clothes for you to wear.

Vaggie was upset you were always late for work (As in front desk at a shitty hotel no sinner in all of Hell could care for). Charlie's hotel is a place for sinners to be redeemed and have a spot in Heaven. The only person who supports and even encourages her fantasies is her girlfriend, Vaggie.

You put on a white button-up collared shirt, and some black leggings. You wiggled your feet into your socks and then popping some black heeled boots on. After dressing yourself, you made sure to brush your hair and teeth. Once done, you walked out of your room. To say it was a mess in the hotel would be an understatement, it was chaos. Angel Dust (The Porn Star) was walking around complaining about his job and how annoyed he was, or some crap like that. Charlie was having some intense thoughts about daily activities and trust exercises next to her bulletin board. Vaggie was comforting Charlie, of course.

But, there were some new guests. A winged cat with a top hat behind the bar, a small and fast girl cleaning up the hotel and killing any bugs around with red hair and a singular eyeball. The last guest that had caught your eye was an extremely tall man in all red, with a large smile plastered across his face. He was dressed way too properly for JUST a hotel in Hell, it made you suspicious. You made your way down the long and almost never ending staircase and right to where you should be, the front desk of the hotel. The man with the wide smile then came up to you.

"Hello there!" He said with a grin, tapping his cane against the floor.

You put a smile on your face as you said, "Hello, how can I help? Would you like a room here?" You asked.

With a radio-y laugh the man replied, "Haha! I suppose so. As I'm going to be managing the hotel I must have a place to stay, shouldn't I?"

That's when you frowned. You didn't like the look of this guy, something really seemed OFF. He's completely different from any other sinner in Hell, that much is obvious.

"Come now, Dear! You should be smiling! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" He sounded so cheerful, it irked you. Made your stomach feel like it was in a knot.

"Yeah." Your response wasn't formal or polite, and if Vaggie heard you, she would have been pissed. But you didn't care, this guy was bad news and you were certain that he would be the downfall of everyone in there. "Here's your key, your room number is on it." You said, rolling your eyes.

It seemed he didn't catch your eye roll or the 'tude' in your tone, "Thank you!" He cheered, grabbing the keys from you and walking off with a smile.

As soon as he walked off though, you marched right from behind the counter to where Charlie was.

"Hey, Charlie?" You asked, waiting for her to gather her thoughts as she was still at the bulletin board.

"Hey (Y/N)! What's up? And you've done a great job today, keep it up!" Charlie cheered you on, but it was funny. Charlie didn't even know you had slept in and just started your shift of the day. You had barely done any work. But she was too busy to know that.

"Who's the creeper with the large smile? He said he was gonna be managing the hotel." You questioned, hoping for her to ask who you're talking about. Of course you can only hope.

"Well... that's The Radio Demon. He would like to help us and our hotel." She sounded almost nervous saying that.

"Oh." You had nothing else to say so you just walked off.

It was hard to believe that ꓄ꃅꍟ ꋪꍏꀸꀤꂦ ꀸꍟꂵꂦꈤ was going to 'help us and our hotel'. You'd never seen what he'd look like before, you've heard that he was horrific and to be wary and careful around him. That he'd broadcast his victims screams on his radio show. But what you had seen was nothing more than a clown, a pathetic one. The place he wants to come to after 7 years of absence, is this hotel. The Radio Demon is going to fuck everyone over.

After a few boring hours of waiting at the front desk for anyone else to arrive, you decide it's time to head back to your room. As you begin to walk up the stairs, you hear static in both of you ears. To the point it's all you can hear, it's just now flooding your brain. You cover your ears in an instant and begin to rush up the stairs and down the hall to your room. You ran into your room, ripping the door open and slamming it shut. That's when the static began to die down, finally it was silent. You took a deep breath, sliding down and against the door, you just sat there.

An hour passes and you're knocked out, still propped up against the door. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door and then a long waited pause. Soon after, a black shadow comes up through your floor in front of you and stares at you with a wide smirk. It then signals someone to come in. The shadow sinks back through the floor as one of the dual doors is opened. Alastor, The Radio Demon peaks in and sees you against the opposite door. He nudges his way through, and with the snap of his finger you're in your bed and under your covers. He pauses, wondering if he should stay and wait or leave. Eventually, he turns around and leaves, making sure to be quiet when shutting the door.

You're now in a black abyss, standing in the middle of nowhere. It's empty and dark. You begin to walk until you see someone in front of you, with their hands crossed behind their back. You walk closer and closer, until you see Alastor. He turns around and grins. He stretches his arm out as a green chain appears in his hand. Chains are now wrapped around your neck as you fall to your knees and clutch at your neck. It feels bruised and tight, it's hard to breathe. Then suddenly your vision goes dark.

You wake up, gasping for air and clutching at your neck, your hands flinging to your throat as you sit up in a panic. It was just a nightmare, you hardly ever had any. When you calm yourself, your arms drop to your sides and your breathing slows. You were just sitting against your door and now you're in bed, why? Why is all of this happening to you, you think. Lifting your hand to your head as now you have a pounding headache. You wonder if somehow The Radio Demon was the cause of your nightmare, seeing as he was in it. You roll back over and lay down, curling into a ball and bringing the blankets more over yourself. Something has to be done about him.

#alastor x reader smut #alastor smut #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #x reader #reader x alastor #alastor x reader #romance #smut #slow burn #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #angst

[forehead-enthusiast]

A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy) 

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people. 

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better! 

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

#these were sooooooooooo fun!! #thank you for tagging me eggy #i feel like i maybe exposed myself for being a gluttonous fool tho #lmaoooo #fr tho try these games out!! so fun #sarah.tmi #tag games

[thedistantstorm]

20; you look amazing tonight

Revel

Steelponcho | The Tower | The Revelry | Awkward Dorks with relationship problems | Public Displays of Affection | The Vanguard Talks Romance | Suraya Hawthorne and everyone please stay out of her business (and how that all goes to shit, anyway) | A Runaway Drabble Prompt

Really, this was meant to be lighthearted, short and sweet, but then I suddenly got into Vanguard dynamics and Ikora’s love life, so this turned into six pages of emotional hell.

Ikora prides herself on attention to detail. She can tell someone how many people are in a room, which ones are involved, who hates each other, their ticks and their tells. It’s simple to her, really.

Which is why it’s glaringly obvious when someone close to her is acting strangely, even when they might not see it themselves.

“We made a promise,” Ikora finally says, as lightly as she remembers how, when Zavala loses his train of thought for the fourth time in ten minutes. “Did you not take it seriously?”

That shocks the man beside her back to attention. “Of course I did!” He replies defensively.

They’re leaning against the railing overlooking the main drag of the Tower, side by side. It’s part of their agreement to spend more time together - both in public and in private. Repairing the damage to their relationship isn’t an easy fix. It takes time, plenty of further arguments, and a lot of dedication (both to themselves and each other).

Beneath them, there are flower petals dancing in the air, lanterns lit in a whimsical display. The Revelry celebration is in full swing. It’s beautiful, it really is. Ikora finds herself enjoying it far more than she had the last Dawning.

“We agreed,” Ikora murmurs, leaning against his arm in a friendly display, “That the only way we would be able to continue in our positions would be if we committed to do things for our own happiness, as well.”

The Commander looks down at her, brow furrowing. “I don’t understand.”

“You should go talk to her. Hawthorne.” Zavala flinches, and Ikora’s lips thin. She does not take her eyes off the hooded woman in the crowd, the one that’s unknowingly taken Zavala’s attention from the moment she came up from the Hangar. “I see how you look at her.”

“Ikora-”

“I don’t want to hear it. We agreed.”

He sighs. “I doubt she’ll speak to me. I was not very… cordial, the last time we spoke.” Well, he was cordial, he supposed, but there’s no cordial way to put an end to a budding relationship when the other party is railing against you.

“Cordial or otherwise, you’re making this far more difficult than it needs to be. Go down there,” She gestures to the main strip of the Tower, adorned in pastels and gold-tones, “And just say hello.”

“And what about you?”

Ikora does not shrug, but she insists, “Don’t worry about me.”

Zavala turns on her. “That isn’t how this works.”

“I don’t have a love interest.”

“Shun-”

“Is very happy with his new partner. He’s planning to propose to her, last I heard. I’m happy for them.”

The Commander scrutinizes her carefully, checking for any sign of emotional distress on her person, before murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. We had our differences and things have been over between us for a long time. I need to focus on making myself happy, before I can hope find happiness to share with someone else.” She smiles gently, golden eyes smarting. “I’ll be alright. Go.”

“There is no conceivable way she’ll entertain a discussion that isn’t strictly business with me.” He curls his lower lip. “I am sure she has long since given up on me. It’s been months.”

Ikora rolls her eyes. Never did she think she’d see the day that she gave him a pep talk. “If I know one thing about Suraya Hawthorne, it’s that she doesn’t give up. Not on anything, and certainly not on anyone.”

“But-”

She levels him with her trademark stare. “Zavala. We don’t get moments like these often. Go get her.”

He sighs quite a bit when he’s frustrated. “What do I say? I’m sorry I broke up with you? It sounds… rather cringe-worthy.”

“Well,” Ikora deadpans, “It might not hurt. Try telling her she looks good. That’s what Cayde always used to do.” 

He relents to the severity of her gaze, shoulder curling downward just a touch. She’s trying for him, and he knows it. He has to make an effort, even if he knows there’s little point. “I will make an attempt. Do not be surprised when I join you after she shoots me down.”

Two dark hands brace his shoulders. Ikora’s voice is encouraging. “Just try, Zavala. I’m sure she won’t.”

-/

“Hawthorne.”

She turns, her normally wide eyes narrowing on him as he weaves through a pair of surprised - though not enough to stop gyrating - Hunters to get to her.

“Whatcha need, Commander?” Maybe he should have called her Suraya, he thinks to himself. He should have called her Suraya. It would have set the tone, told her that he didn’t intend to be so formal.

“I-” He frowns. He can’t just start the conversation over. His eyes dart to the left and up, slightly. Ikora is watching him intently. If he doesn’t try, she’ll send him tight back down and tell him he’s not taking their agreement seriously.

She taps her foot impatiently, not that it’s heard over the throng of partying Guardians. “Okay, if you don’t need anything, I’m gonna go.”

“You look-”

Her face changes from something familiar - he can handle her usual glower, that protective emotional armor she dons - to something darker. She reigns it in quickly enough, but he cannot unsee the hurt that crosses her face, just as stark and raw as the day he’d told her he would not pursue her, that their interaction was a dalliance he could not afford with things going to hell the way they had.

“I swear to the Traveler if you’re about to tell me I look beautiful, Zavala, I’m going to punch you.” Idiot, he thinks. She always hated canned lines.

He holds out both hands, but she’s already scrutinizing him. She sees through him every time, she always has. “I would have used a different adjective,” He admits, subdued. “Amazing, perhaps.”

She lifts her arms slightly, then drops them back to her sides, her poncho making a very small, rippling flap. “This is what I wear every day,” She grouses, picking at a pull on her sleeve.

“Even so,” He says earnestly.

That dark, defensive look stays in her eyes, but she bites her lip, warring with herself. He deserves this, he thinks, chest constricting at the sight of her nervous reaction. He’ll weather it if he must. “Flattering me isn’t going to get you anywhere, Zavala.”

His lips thin, and he frowns. “I know it won’t-”

She interrupts him, scoffing, “So why bother?”

“I don’t-” He sighs, deflating. He might as well give her the truth. “I wasn’t going to come down here.”

Her arms cross over her chest at the realization that he’s been put up to this. The last bit of warmth leaves her steady gaze. “Then go.”

“That isn’t-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He hears it in her voice. That little, barely a few pitches higher tone, the one that says she’s not going to burst into tears, but he’s definitely pushing her close. She turns on her heels, calling over her shoulder in that same upset tone, “Enjoy the Revelry, Commander.”

“Suraya, wait!”

He can see the tell-tale shake of her head through her hood as she slips easily between the Guardians all around. Casting a glance up at Ikora, he watches the Warlock make a shooing gesture.

Go after her, it feels like Ikora is saying to him with that wide, intense stare.

And say what? He frowns, though he follows after the other woman, anyway. None of it says enough. There are no words that could adequately express his regret, his desires, his intentions. None, at least, that will be quick enough to reasonably convey.

So single-minded is his focus that he does not realize where she’s going until he sees her come to a stop beside Ikora, where he’d been standing maybe ten, fifteen minutes before.

The crowd is loud, but he can hear the Clan Steward loud and clear. “Why did you put him up to this? It’s not - I don’t appreciate other people getting involved in my personal affairs.”

To her credit, Ikora does not look over Suraya’s shoulder to make eye contact, but Zavala knows she acutely knows he’s there. Just like he now knows that two second glance he’d given Ikora earlier was enough to tip Hawthorne off. It’s the price of dealing with intelligent, powerful women.

The Warlock tips her head, her gaze serious. “If you must know, I decided that he would be better suited pursuing you, rather than pining after you all night.”

“Stay out of it. He doesn’t - I’m not like you,” Hawthorne finally admits. “I don’t have centuries. I can’t do this every time someone we care about dies.”

Her golden eyes narrow, darkening with something less kind. “Hawthorne, I’m not having this discussion with you. Talk to Zavala, or don’t. This isn’t my place.”

The mortal woman nods, but presses, “Don’t put him up to this again.”

“You have my word.”

Suraya bumps her fist on the railing. It’s clear the conversation is over. “Thank you.”

She turns, and Zavala is standing there, doing his best not to look like he’s been eavesdropping. It’s not effective in the slightest. A quick glance behind her tells Suraya that Ikora has turned away, under the guise of giving them privacy. Her vision blurs ever so slightly. It’s all too much.

“Not now, okay?”

“Just hear me out. Please.”

“No.”

He reaches out and braces both her shoulders. “Suraya, what do I have to do?”

She sniffs, crossing her arms, and a tiny trail from a singular tear dissects one of the circle tattoos beneath her left eye. She holds herself tight, as if that’s all that’s keeping her together.

“I’m not doing this with you,” She finally says, though it lacks that tough edge she’s known for. “You heard what I said to Ikora.”

“I did.”

She dips her head, though it shakes left to right and back as well. “How do you not get this? This - we have to mean enough for you to not throw it away when things are difficult. And they will be. I’m going to age. I’m going to die. There’s no way around it.” Her dark eyes lock onto him. “This is a whole different kind of commitment, Zavala. I don’t fault you for not wanting it. I really don’t. I won’t have you step back into this lightly.”

“I would not.” He exhales each metered breath carefully. How does he show her? “I want this, Suraya. I want you.”

She squeezes her arms hard, hugging herself tight. “I know,” She whispers. “But-”

“This is not some frivolous undertaking, not something I have given no thought. You deserve-” He frowns, holding her gaze as she looks at him. Her tawny eyes unfurl with that hopeful desperation: pleading him to prove her wrong just one time more.

Around them, a few onlookers - nosy Guardians, the lot of them - chatter, looking casually disinterested in what’s going on. There are people all around them, some dancing, shouting, singing, carrying on in some manner of celebration. He takes a deep breath.

Like Ikora said, they have to commit to their own happiness, too.

Zavala reaches for her face, fingers carefully sliding beneath the protective cover of her hood to brush against her skin, and in the same breath takes the step that separates them and presses his lips to hers.

Eyes sliding shut, she whimpers into it: into the tenderness of the thing, her arms falling away from around her and wrapping around his forearms, pulling him closer. The wild cat-calls and incredulous shouting-cheering-yelling that erupts around them is drown out by the frantic staccato of their heartbeats. He pulls back to look at her, to confirm he hasn’t just made a terrible mistake, but, not to be outdone, she latches one hand firmly over his breastplate and pulls him right back as if she couldn’t get enough.

Someone nearby turns up the music and the singing and dancing follows. The revelling carries on, the spectacle beside her not drawing interest for long. Ikora tips her head to the side, regardless. She hadn’t expected him to go for it right here, in the middle of the Tower. And certainly not half as arduously. It’s not a bad look for him, she can’t help but think.

She shakes her head as two small hands creep around her comrade’s back, the Clan Steward clearly pushing herself into him for a hug. Overkill or not - this wasn’t the sort of thing you could take back, considering the number of witnesses - it clearly worked.

A nudge at her side jolts her. “Looks like you’ve lost your company for the evening,” A familiar voice calls.

“So it seems,” She says, turning the other way to see the other trademark Titan of the Tower standing tall beside the rail. “What’re you doing caught up in this madness?”

“I hear there’s a lovely tonic that Eva’s been doling out. Something about good moods - been creating a great deal of mischief in the Crucible. Care to help me test it out?”

She looks over her shoulder. Zavala’s turned toward her, his luminous blue eyes brighter than she can recall in ages. He dips his head in a nearly imperceptible nod.

“Against you?” Shaxx grins, beneath his helmet. Ikora can practically feel the man’s glee though she cannot see it sparking in his eyes. She smirks, her eyebrows rising and falling, indicative of a challenge accepted. “I suppose I could be persuaded.”

Shaxx puts a large palm on her shoulder, wrapping his arm up and around her back, steering her away from the malady of colors, lights, and mayhem all around. It’s warm and familiar, the scent of heavy ammo, of gun oil and smoke.

Ikora isn’t sure what her picture of happiness looks like - it’s been too long, she’s trying to get to know herself - but they have an agreement, and she’s damn sure willing to find out.

#suraya hawthorne #commander zavala #zavala x hawthorne #ikora rey #shaxx #destiny fanfiction #the revelry #askbox is open #feel free to ama about the good ship steelponcho

[louislouisrap]

Roarin Twenties ch. 1

Ah hello it’s been awhile

This was supposed to be a short thing but it turned into a long thing. I’m thinking it’s probably going to be my longest fic yet and I think for now the first-gen quirk idea is gonna be put on hold (´･ω･`)

With that said have some more Kirikacchako ☆*ヾ(-∀・*) Although it’s more like Kacchako and Kiribaku and eventually it’ll become Kirikacchako? I haven’t thought that far ahead but poor Bakugo is tormented by the fact that he’s in love with two people. So sad.

You can also keep up with this on my Ao3: louislouisrap

A fancy gala is the perfect opportunity to dredge up the feelings you've been trying to push down.

//

Bakugo stared at his reflection in the mirror and grimaced. It wasn’t that he looked bad--no, he looked too good, too fancy for his liking. However, hard as he’d tried, there had been no worming his way out of the dress code for tonight’s event. Best Jeanist wouldn’t let him.

Bakugo had been a sidekick at Best Jeanist’s agency for two, almost three years now, almost immediately after graduating. Kirishima and Sero had been especially surprised, and even Best Jeanist himself had been at a loss for words for a few moments when he’d opened the door to his agency and found Bakugo standing outside with his trademark scowl, sidekick employment papers filled out and at the ready.

Bakugo knew that being a sidekick at Best Jeanist’s agency would not be easy, mostly for his ego. He’d been absolutely humiliated during his first internship with the then-number four hero, though looking back at that time as an 18-year-old with less of a temper and two more years of experience behind him, Bakugo could admit to himself that he’d been a huge brat. He had the advantage of brute strength, but Best Jeanist had years of experience to draw from. Lightning quick control of his quirk, assessing any situation and acting in the blink of an eye, the ability to remain calm and collected under pressure. UA had opened those doors for Bakugo. He had learned to be calm and to be quick, but Best Jeanist could do it better; by age 18 Bakugo had finally matured enough to swallow his pride and accept help from the same man who’d dismissed him before as reckless and unruly.

And it had been one of the best decisions of his life. He was no Present Mic, but under Best Jeanist’s watch, Bakugo’s public image slowly morphed from that of unstable hothead to an alright guy. He had learned how to put on a halfway decent outward appearance, and while his public speaking skills left much to be desired, at least he no longer scared children. He had honed his agility and critical thinking skills and was truly a force to be reckoned with. Now, at the tender age of 21, he had finally broken into the top ten heroes in Japan and, after a year of working his ass off, was finally going to open his own pro hero agency.

As if the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart in itself wasn’t a big enough event for Bakugo, Best Jeanist had reminded him that there was always an evening gala following the stage presentation.

“So when you say gala…” Bakugo leaned against his desk at the agency, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Formal wear, Bakugo,” Best Jeanist replied from his office chair and Bakugo swore he heard a hint of delicate glee in his voice.

The explosion hero slapped the edge of the desk as he rose to his feet. “Well, you all have fun then, I’ll be sure I’m watching something else from my couch at home.”

Best Jeanist sighed. “I thought by now I’d have drilled it into your head that appearances are everything, Bakugo Katsuki, but it appears I’ve still misjudged your thick skull after all these years.”

Bakugo stretched his arms out in exasperation. “Look, I’ll be at the main event, isn’t that enough? What the hell else is there to do at a fancy fuckin’ dinner?”

“Networking, most importantly,” Best Jeanist countered, poking a well-manicured finger in the other man’s direction. “But it’s also another public image opportunity, and one that you sorely need now that you’re in the top ten. You’ll be meeting with members of the press, political figures and public servants who will be looking to you for protection and who will be counting on you now more than ever.”

Bakugo grunted and looked away, crossing his arms with a ferocious petulance.

“You want to be the number one hero, Bakugo. That means taking everything that comes along with it.”

“Yeah, okay!” Bakugo spat angrily, still looking away. “You made your point, alright? But the event’s tomorrow, I don’t even have a--” He stopped himself before he could get out the rest of that sentence, stunned into silence by his own moment of idiocy.

Best Jeanist leaned back in his chair and though his mouth was hidden from view, Bakugo knew he was smiling underneath his denim costume. “I see you remembered who you work for.” He pointed to the storage closet behind Bakugo’s desk. “There’s a tailored suit in there. Charcoal, orange tie, black Oxfords. I assume you at least have a dress shirt at home that fits, but just in case I’ve included that as well.” Bakugo opened his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

Bakugo’s mouth snapped shut and he glared at the number three hero before plodding over to the closet and pulling out a thick wooden hanger, heavy with the weight of the suit, covered in a black garment bag. He slung the bag over his arm and bent down to snatch up the pair of gleaming black Oxfords on the floor. He’d never held anything quite so nice (or expensive) before, and he hated it.

“Thanks,” he drawled, voice thick with disapproval.

Best Jeanist inclined his head and Bakugo could just feel the smugness radiating from his half-hidden face. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Bakugo.”

Bakugo swiped the rest of his things from his desk before heading home for the day. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, already halfway out the door, “go fuckin’ pat yourself on the back some more.”

And now, here he was, glaring at the figure glaring back at him. By some magic, or through powers that Bakugo didn’t really want to think about, the suit fit perfectly. It was a beautiful, smokey charcoal color that contrasted sharply against the satiny, vivid orange of his tie, a nod to Bakugo’s hero costume. The lapels were thin and classy and the two black buttons down the front gleamed. (There was a note pinned to the jacket as well: “Close first button ONLY”.) The waist was tapered and form-fitting without being constricting, and the edge of the jacket formed around the curve of his butt and not a millimeter lower. The crease running down each pant leg was razor sharp, and the break just barely hit the tops of his impossibly shiny Oxfords. Best Jeanist had even included a pair of black socks.

Bakugo was immediately reminded of the male models he’d seen in the magazines at his father’s workplace. Yeah, he admitted, he lookedgood, but at what cost? Already the tie around his neck was stifling, and he resisted the urge to rip the thing off and burn it up in his palm.

He inspected his hair. He knew Best Jeanist would give him shit about not styling it, but Bakugo couldn’t have cared less. His sandy blonde spikes were slightly less unruly just because there was now less of it--in the past couple years he’d preferred to have his hair cropped a bit closer to his head in a more professional looking fade. That was enough of a style, right? Right.

Bakugo adjusted his lapel one last time before tearing himself away from the mirror and resigning himself to his well-dressed fate. Soon this night would be over, and he could go back to worrying about the more important aspects of his career. The entire day had been stressful enough; he’d managed to keep his composure professional at the stage event in the wake of his firecracker nerves--excitement, nervousness, pride--and even said a few words for himself that were a far cry from his declarations of singular success at the UA sports festival five years ago. The mobs of press that swarmed the heroes after the event ended had been the anxiety icing on the cake; this gala would be a shake of anxiety sprinkles on top of that. Bakugo looked forward to coming home afterwards and shoving his suit in the darkest corner of his closet, never to be seen again.

His phone chimed suddenly and Bakugo strode over to his nightstand to inspect it.

Kirishima: hey man sorry again i couldn’t be there for your big day, but i saw everything on tv!!! you were so fuckin cool!!! really proud of you :) gettin ready to head back home in a couple days, lookin forward to hanging out and going back to the gym

Bakugo sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. If today’s events had given him acute anxiety, then Kirishima was utterly chronic. The realization that he liked his best friend had been slow to dawn on him, though perhaps that hadn’t been entirely unintentional. Bakugo had had an inkling while they were still students, but at the time he’d been so hellishly focused on his goal to become the number one hero that he’d pushed aside any feelings that had bubbled up whenever he and Kirishima spent time together. Which, admittedly, was often.

There was something absolutely magnetic about the redhead, and Bakugo, hard as he may have tried, was not immune to his pull. Kirishima’s enthusiasm, his strength, his spirit, energized Bakugo mentally in a way he couldn’t begin to explain. It was almost intoxicating, and even after their class had graduated, Bakugo couldn’t stay away. Not that Kirishima would have let him, though. They had become practically inseparable by that time, and when Kirishima broke the news that he’d been accepted at a pro hero agency a mere 15 minute metro ride from Bakugo’s apartment, it had been difficult for him to hide his excitement.

And yet, it was as if there was still an invisible wall between them, with both of them unable to break through to the other’s side. A hesitancy to dig deeper, to get closer, and when they felt themselves reaching that wall, they backed off. The question of whether or not one liked the other more than a friend hung heavily over them, had been for years, but neither one had felt confident enough to coax it out into the open.

What if he asked, and Kirishima said no? The thought had kept him up at night on more than one occasion, and for awhile Bakugo had been content to let his curiosity die down for awhile. But now things felt different. Kirishima had been away for two weeks volunteering at a new pro hero agency in a location that was often gently referred to as “underserved” and "at-risk". The agency was lacking in staff, manpower, resources, and Kirishima had generously offered his time and services to help get the place up and running. Bakugo had been genuinely happy for him, and didn’t seem too perturbed in the beginning by the fact that the town was a good three-hour ride by bullet train.

“You better not slack off at the gym while you’re gone,” Bakugo had warned him with a grin. “Otherwise be prepared to get your ass handed to you when you get back.”

But now that it had been two weeks of physical separation, Bakugo was becoming acutely aware of the strange emptiness he felt without Kirishima there, and it was digging up feelings that he’d hoped he’d buried long ago.

Bakugo was preparing to text back when two more notifications popped up on his screen.

Ashido: you better show up tonight!!! i know you hate this kind of thing but i also made a bet with sero so if you could just pull through for me that’d be great <3

Bakugo snorted. Along with Kirishima, Bakugo had had a hard time getting rid of Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari. Through sheer determination, they’d glommed onto him in their school days in spite of how aloof Bakugo had tried to appear. Truthfully, he hadn’t really minded them and perhaps he’d been a tiny bit grateful for their tenacity, as he was not very adept nor experienced at making the first move in friendships. Kirishima and the rest of them had effectively done the hard work for him, and by their last year at UA, Bakugo sincerely cherished them as a weird sort of family.

He swiped to the next message.

Uraraka: Can’t wait to see you tonight!! It’s gonna be fun :D

Ah, the other source of Bakugo’s unrest, Uraraka Ochako.

She’d never really been on his radar in school. Sure, he respected the hell out of her and her skills, and he’d seen how much impressive progress she’d made in their three years at UA, but outside of that, they’d never really gotten that close. It wasn’t until they graduated that a friendship began to blossom.

They’d both gotten jobs as sidekicks in towns next to each other, a pleasant surprise they’d learned after they’d met at the same bar after their shifts. The first time around, they’d spent a few hours there chatting, Bakugo finding that it was quite easy to talk with Uraraka. They talked about her parents’ business and how she’d begun sending them money to help expand it and buy better equipment. Bakugo told her about how Best Jeanist was doing, and his experience as a sidekick so far. They exchanged horror stories of all sorts, from the embarrassing to the truly awful parts of the job.

He’d walked her home when it got dark, and they discovered they lived only about a 10 minute walk from one another.

After that, Uraraka would sometimes show up at the end of Bakugo’s shifts on her days off, to offer some company and joke around with him, especially during his late-night patrols which were mind-numbingly boring more often than not. Bakugo then began returning the favor, sometimes bringing Uraraka a sandwich or a coffee from the convenience store.

Eventually, they’d started hanging out outside of the work environment, though usually not alone; Bakugo enjoyed spending time with her and Kirishima the most, though they got together often with the Bakusquad, mostly with Ashido making the plans.

As time passed Bakugo realized, to his dissatisfaction, that when he and Uraraka were together, he felt that same nervous excitement in the pit of his stomach that bubbled up whenever he was with Kirishima. She was innocently funny, which contrasted endearingly with the fact that Bakugo’s foul mouth entertained her to no end. She was earnest, headstrong and unflinchingly devoted to putting her life on the line as a pro support hero.

He was attracted to that, to her. To him.

He was in love with two fucking people. And he had no idea if they felt the same way.

So he buried his feelings, simple as that. If they felt strongly enough, he reasoned, they could bring it up first, but he wasn’t going to be the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and have it broken, or worse, ruin the friendships he already had. Not only that, but he was also pretty sure he didn’t know how to tell someone he liked them.

He texted back:

Me: If this is fun then I’ve died and gone to hell. See you soon round face

Well. There was really no backing out now. Bakugo gathered his keys and his courage, pocketed his phone and headed outside to hail a taxi.

#uraraka ochako #bakugo katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #Ashido Mina #Kaminari Denki #kacchako #bakuraka #kiribaku #kirikacchako #kiribakuraka #mmm my ot3 #my fic stuff #bnha

[probably-not-star-lord]

Guardians of the Galaxy: Part 9 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Are y’all upset that I didn’t have them kiss in the last part??? Me too lmao.

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst, fluff

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Gamora leads you and Peter outside the crowded bar and onto the street. Chaos has broken out, and, of course, your associates are in the middle of it. Drax is entailed in Groot's branches that appear to be suffocating him. He breaks them, causing sticks to fly everywhere. Drax then gets ready to pounce on Rocket and take him down. Noticing this, you restrain his arm with your hand, struggling to hold him back.

"Stop it!" you shriek angrily.

All of them ignore you and your arm feels as if it is ready to snap trying to hold Drax back from getting entangled in the fight once more. Rocket, a gun already in hand, prepares himself to attack Drax right back. He aims his gun right at him. Peter notices you struggling and decides to help by getting in the middle of them.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" He exclaims.

"This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!" Drax yelps.

"That is true!" Rocket hollers back.

"He has no respect!" he adds on.

"That is also true!"

Peter shakes his head, trying to comprehend what is going on in between all of the yelling. "Hold on! Hold on!" He calls, placing each hand in front of Drax and Rocket, allowing you to step back.

Rocket starts throwing his gun around carelessly. "Keep calling me vermin, tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me like everyone else!"

Peter takes a deep breath. "Rocket, you're drunk, all right? No one's laughin' at you," he states calmly. You think to yourself that Peter would make a great leader of the group. He seems to know how to calm everyone down.

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! Well, I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together, over and over, and turned into some...some little monster," Rocket slurs. He puts down his gun and you realize that he's hurting. He's always been hurting and your heart breaks for him.

"Rocket," you speak softly, taking a small step forward. "No one thinks you're a monster."

"Oh, really?" He points his finger at Drax. "He called me vermin!" He moves his pointed finger to Gamora. "She called me rodent!" Rocket lowers his finger and brings his gun back up to aim it at them. "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frickin' face!"

Peter positions himself so he is directly in front of the gun. "No, no, no, no! Four billion units! Rocket! Come on, man," He exclaims. "Hey! Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich."

"Fine," he grunts, lowering his gun. "But I can't promise when this is all over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks!"

"See?" Peter scowls. "That's exactly why none of you have any friends!" he looks amongst the group. "Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill em!"

You gasp, knowing damn well you've been nothing but nice to everyone. "Hey!" you scold.

He rubs his face with his hand then gestures to you with it. "Okay, maybe with the exception of Y/N, you're all kind of assholes to each other."

You're about to thank him for understanding that you aren't here to kill everyone like the rest of the group, but Drax interposes. "We have traveled, halfway across the quadrant, and Ronan is no closer to being dead!" He hustles forward slightly, but Gamora's hand catches him and pushes him back. He goes around her and tramples off in a huff.

"Drax!" Peter wails.

"Let him go," Gamora laments. "We don't need him."

You stare at the floor with hopelessness. What happened to the clever prisoners who fought off hundreds of guards and escaped the Kyln? You are supposed to be having fun and collecting a ton of units. Instead, you are all arguing constantly and trying to kill each other. You are supposed to be falling for Peter. Instead, you're rejecting him. Today has been a disaster and you want nothing more than to be back on your own ship, going to bed with no worries about an orb or Ronan or Peter Quill. But your ship no longer exists and you are bound to these people for guidance on how to take down one of the most powerful men in the galaxy.

The sliding doors outside the buyer's building open with a roaring whoosh. A pink woman steps out, reminding you of Bereet. "M'lady Gamora," she announces. "I'm here to fetch you for my master."

Following Gamora's lead, the five of you stumble into the building. The place is dark and gloomy, giving you very bad vibes. Surrounding you are gigantic tubes, each filled with something different. Some of them have floating body parts and others have live animals. One of the tubes even contains a woman chained up that replicates the pink woman that came outside to retrieve all of you. A shiver flows down your spine, causing you to shudder in horror.

"Okay," Rocket says. "This isn't creepy at all."

"You can say that again," you mumble, grazing your fingertips along the cold railing as you walk up the steps. At the top, there appear to be hundreds of different items all in containment. Who the hell is this buyer of yours?

"We house the galaxy's largest collection of fauna, relics, and species of all manners," the pink girl says, keeping her hands tightly clasped together. You pass a dog in an astronaut suit that is kept in a small, glass cage. It growls at Rocket who growls right back. Eventually, the lady stops, a man standing behind her. "I present to you Taneleer Tivan, the Collector." She moves out of the way and refers to him with her hands. The tubes and cases make a lot of sense now that you know he's known as the Collector. He stares at your group and you take him in. He wears ridiculous glasses and white furs to match his white hair. You don't think he is very trustworthy, but he definitely seems like he is able to fork over four billion units.

The Collector meanders over to Gamora, removing his glasses, revealing some fancy makeup. "Oh, my dear Gamora," he renders in a slow raspy voice. "How wonderful to meet in the flesh." He takes her hand and kisses it.

"Let's bypass the formalities, Tivan," she replies. "We have what we discussed."

Ignoring her, his eyes fall on Groot. "What is that thing there?"

"I am Groot," Groot tells him.

"I never thought I'd meet a Groot," Tivan mutters as he strolls over to Groot. "Sir, you must allow me to pay you now so that I may own your carcass." You and Peter give each other a look, both of you knowing this man is suspicious. "At the moment of your death, of course."

"I am Groot," he agrees.

"Why? So he can turn you into a fricken' chair?" Rocket angrily questions.

The Collector points to him. "That's your pet?" He asks Groot.

"His what?" Rocket reacts, reaching for his gun.

"Rocket, relax," you spit, taking a step in front of him. He huffs agitatedly and crosses his arms. Tivan suddenly becomes aware of you standing before him and raises an eyebrow and ganders up and down your figure. It makes you visibly uncomfortable, yet he refuses to remove his gaze.

"And what do we have here? A Terran?" he questions, his eyes still lurking. "A female Terran?"

Peter notices the look in Tivan's eyes and shifts where he stands. His hands ball into fists and his heart rate picks up. What the hell does the collector want with you?

"Yes," you respond. "I'm from Terra but I've been living out here in space since a young age. My name is Y/N." You try and act polite, not really sure of what this man is capable of. He takes your hand and kisses it, greeting you as he did Gamora.

"It is certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N." He meets your eyes and does not refuse to look away. "I find it quite humorous that you happen to come in on the day I am searching for a Terran to add to my collection."

"What?" you mumble, your face going pale.

"Hey!" Peter calls angrily. "I'm from Terra, too. You can add me to your silly collection, can't you? What the hell do you need her for?"

Tivan pulls his attention from you and strolls over to Peter. "Male Terrans are weak," he replies coldly. "I already have three in my collection and the others I have tried to collect did not last very long here. Y/N, on the other hand, would make a perfect, new addition."

Peter stomps forward toward Tivan, which only seems to amuse him. "You don't lay a hand on her you son of a-"

Gamora interrupts immediately. "Tivan, we have been halfway around the galaxy retrieving this orb."

You shuffle over to stand next to Peter. "Thanks," you whisper, placing a hand on his arm. This instantly calms him down as he exhales a loud breath.

"Of course, Y/N." He tells you. "I don't like the looks of this guy and I wanna make sure you make it outta here safely."

You meet his green eyes and smile. "I know, but try and be nice for now," you inform him. "We have no idea what Tivan could do to us." Peter nods in understanding.

"Very well then. Let us see what you brought," Tivan speaks. Peter holds the orb out to him, but fumbles with it. It drops to the floor, but he picks it back up quickly and shows it to the Collector. You giggle quietly to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.

Tivan takes it in his hands, running his fingers over its surface. He places it in a device that rests upon a large, cluttered desk. "Oh my new friends, before creation itself, there were six singularities," he claims, pressing a lever on the desk, causing the orb to open gradually. "Then the universe exploded into existence, and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots: Infinity Stones." The orb displays several purple circles that show images as he explains its history. "These Stones, it seems, can only be brandished by beings of extraordinary strength. Observe," he illustrates as the images change to a huge, robotic figure wielding the stone. "These carriers can use the Stone to mow down entire civilizations like wheat in a field."

Beside you, Peter gulps. "There's a little pee comin' outta me right now." You smack him jokingly on the arm, but in all seriousness, you're just as scared as he is.

The images now decipher a group of people all joined together by the purple light of the stone. "Once, for a moment, a group was able to share the energy amongst themselves, but even they were quickly destroyed by it," Tivan clarifies, as the people in the image now suddenly seem to fade away into purple ash. The orb opens completely now, revealing a purple stone that glistens in the light. Tivan shakes with passion. "Beautiful," he verbalizes. "Beyond compare."

"Blah, blah, blah," Rocket mocks him. "We're all very fascinated, whitey, but we'd like to get paid."

"How would you like to get paid?"

"What do you think, fancy man? Units!" He shouts, obviously annoyed with the Collector's delay.

He nods, opening a drawer. "Very well, then." His assistant, the girl who led you all in here, approaches the stone. "Carina, stand back," he commands her.

"I will no longer be your slave!" Carina yells, thrusting her fist around the stone.

"No!" Tivan cries in anguish. Purple fireballs emerge from the stone, firing at everything in the building. Whatever the fireballs hit explode on contact. Rocket tries to duck but Groot picks him up and they crash through a window and onto the street for safety. Gamora jumps to the floor below the high ground. Peter sees this and scoops you up in his arms, taking you to the same place. He hovers above you on the ground, his muscular body on top of yours for protection. You wrap your arms around his torso as the purple flames consume everything, creating loud explosions. At the sense of your arms around him, he pulls you much closer. You can hear the pitch in Carina's screams get higher until they stop completely with one last, loud blow. Everything stops the flames, the purple light, and the explosions.

Assuming you are now safe, Peter peels himself off of you. "What the fuck..." he disputes as a few final flames sizzle out of sight. Gamora leaves the place of protection and lunges over to the stone, enclosing it in the orb. The three of you hurry out of there, coughing through the smoke. You find Groot and Rocket right outside the entrance.

"How could I think Tivan could contain whatever was within the orb?" Gamora pesters herself.

Rocket places his hands on his cheeks in distress. "What do you still have it for?" he bemoans.

"What are we gonna do, leave it in there?" Peter remarks.

"Yes," you mumble, brushing yourself off after all of the explosions. You shudder at the ruins behind you that were once a building. Peter furrows his eyebrows at you in confusion. "What are you looking at me like that for? We could've just died!"

"I can't believe you had that in your purse!"

Peter crosses his eyebrows at Rocket, insulted. "It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!"

"It doesn't matter guys," you scold them. "Since we apparently decided to take the orb, we definitely have to bring it to the Nova Corp,"

"Y/N is right, they may be able to contain it," Gamora justifies.

"Are you kidding me?" Rocket objects. "We're wanted by the Nova Corp. Just give it to Ronan!"

"So he can destroy the galaxy?" Peter huffs.

"What are you, some saint all of a sudden? What has the galaxy ever done for you?" Rocket clamors. "Why would you wanna save it?"

"Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!" Peter fires back.

You place your hand on his shoulder, gaining his eyes on you the second he feels your touch. "Peter, listen to me. We have to go back to the Milano and deliver this to the Nova Corp."

Gamora shakes her head down at the orb. "We cannot allow the stone to fall into Ronan's hands."

Peter's warm hand wraps around the wrist on his shoulder. He looks deep into your eyes and you think he understands that he has to listen to you. "Right, right, okay. I think you're right," He states, gandering between the two of you. "Or we could give it to somebody who's not going to arrest us, who's really nice for a whole lotta money." He turns to face Rocket. "I think it's a really good balance between both of your points of view."

You remove your hand from his shoulder, stepping back. "Peter, you have got to be kidding me!"

"You're despicable, dishonorable, faithless!" Gamora yammers. In the distance, hundreds of identical spaceships descend into the atmosphere of the planet.

"Oh no," you murmur. Everyone looks to the ships, eyes widening in horror.

Drax stands before them in the street, swords flailing in the hair. "At last!" he cheers. "I shall meet my foe and destroy him!"

"You called Ronan?" Peter bellows out to Drax, not receiving a reply. You didn't need an answer from him, the terrifying amount of ships already explain that Ronan is here and that it's time to face your doom.

"Quill!" You hear a voice call Peter's name in the distance. Everyone turns to find a blue man followed by a bunch of Ravagers. He is the same man Peter received a call from when you were on his ship: Yondu. "Don't you move, boy!" Peter hustles all of you into a nearby shelter, looking legitimately frightened for his life. "Don't you move!" Yondu calls out again, following Peter and shoving several people in the process. "Get outta my way!"

Looking for a way to escape, you turn around to see that you've entered a pod station. Each of you gets into a tiny pod. Knowing Groot can't fit, Rocket faces him. "I told you, you can't fit." He hoists himself up into the pod. "Now, wait here, I'll be back."

You all zoom away as fast as possible, heading for the Milano. The bag on your lap rumbles with the orb inside. As you steer, you begin to feel guilty about Drax and Groot being left behind when Ronan can easily kill them. You pray nothing happens to them, but you know Drax is an easy target because he is basically volunteering himself to Ronan. You try and shove the thought down, and continue to fly alongside Peter, Gamora, and Rocket.

You peek behind you, seeing a couple of Ronan's ships, led by Nebula. They are following you and they definitely know you have the orb. You wince as you move forward at a greater speed. Gamora, Peter, and Rocket do their best to defend you, communicating and finding ways to take down as many ships as possible.

Peter rips the side of a ship off, containing his own pod in it. This way he can fire at the other ships. "Let me borrow your ride," he says, tossing out one of Ronan's men from inside. You're glad you have your friends to protect you.

Just when you think you're in the clear, however, you're suddenly surrounded by way more ships than you can take. They block your path to the Milano and you know you have to leave the atmosphere. "Peter, I'm trapped and can't make it to the Milano," you stammer. "I'm heading out."

"Wait," he says to you as you head up towards the sky. "These things aren't meant to go out there!"

You can tell he is worried about you, but you continue on. As you near the edge of Knowhere, you hear Nebula's voice. "You're a disappointment, Y/N. Out of all our siblings, before you became a coward and left us, I hated you the least."

Your heart sinks. Even though you are not Thanos's daughter, Nebula and Gamora are like your sisters. Leaving caused them great pain, and Gamora forgave you, but you know Nebula never will. "Nebula, please..." you whimper, voice wavering. "I'm so sorry for leaving you. You're my sister and I care about you. But if Ronan gets this stone, he's going to kill all of us."

"Not all," she manifests. "You will already be dead." With those final words, she aims one last shot at your pod. Upon impact, the whole thing explodes. It goes by so fast you don't even realize you're floating in space until it progressively gets harder to breathe. The cold air freezes your fingertips, then your hands, then your toes, then your feet. Slowly, you are dying, freezing to death as you struggle to find oxygen. You let out a few strong gasps, your eyes fluttering shut as you watch Nebula retrieve the orb from the debris. Then, you're silent. As your eyes roll back, you think of Peter, and every last living part of your body wishes you had kissed him on that balcony.

You're breathing again, slowly but surely. A heavy warmth covers your face and you open your eyes, looking out through the red, glowing eyes of a mask. It's the mask of a man who calls himself Star-Lord when he wears it. You feel big hands around you, one on your waist and one on the small of your back. Turning upward slightly, you see Peter. He has come to rescue you, yet again. You aren't able to speak but you want to tell him to go back to the pod, save himself. But, there are no words, and you stare into each other's eyes as you watch his face freeze over, just as yours did only moments ago. Your breathing falters, and you know neither of you will last out here long, even in the mask. But if you two die together, in each other's arms, you both think that would be okay.

Everything goes black again until you feel hard flooring below you, and a heavy figure above you. You deactivate the mask from the earpiece and breathe heavily, coughing a couple of times until you find a proper breathing pattern. On top of you, Peter does the same. You tug on his jacket and lift a knee up as he lays between your legs. "Peter?" you whisper. At the sound of your voice, Peter makes instant eye contact with you, bringing a hand to the side of your face as he struggles to breathe. "Peter...what happened?"

He finally catches a steady breath and his magnificent, green eyes bore into yours. "I saw you out there," he says quietly. "I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't let you die. I found something inside myself. Something incredibly heroic." You roll your eyes at him with a smile. He is so arrogant. "I mean, not to brag, but..." he rambles. You take this as the perfect opportunity to show your gratitude for him saving you so many times.

You lean forward and press your lips on his. He's taken aback, but he quickly brings all of his power into the kiss, tightening his hand on the side of your face to pull you deeper into him. His hand slowly travels down your neck, his rough hands grazing your soft skin as the kiss grows more passionate and intense. Having Peter's lips on yours feels even better than you thought it would. You pull away, and he looks down at you with a bright, happy expression. It finally happened.

You smirk, loosening your grasp on his jacket. "That was to say thanks, for saving me...again."

Peter brushes his fingers through your hair. "Well, I'm really glad-"

"Welcome home, Peter." He gets cut off. Hearts racing, the two of you turn to see a group of Ravagers, guns pointed and ready to shoot.

Now, where the hell are you?

Part Ten: Here

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[minijenn]

Clipped Wings

It was days like today that made Lapis Lazuli truly feel at home.  The sky was a nice mixture of red and yellow, the temperature outside was just right and the blue Gem was perched up on her favorite spot on the silo that was nearby the barn.  Lapis had made some considerable progress with Peridot ever since she had moved in to the barn.  While the Homeworld refugee may have had a difficult time adjusting to the shared housing with her former detainer, she eventually grew to be amused by the green Gem’s wild antics.  Still, she did enjoy the times when she could go to her little spot and get some rest.  While the blue Gem thought the concept of sleeping to be rather confusing, Dipper was kind enough to teach her the benefits of the human ritual. 

Lapis sighed as her thoughts returned to the inquisitive boy.  Ever since that fiasco at the lake, she often found her thinking about both Dipper and Steven.  Ever since she was trapped in that damn mirror, those two boys had been there for her throughout her struggles.  Of course, she did realize that Mabel had also been there to help as well.  It wasn’t that she didn’t care any less for the rather hyperactive human, it was just that she didn’t quite resonate with her on the same level as the boys did.  Those nights out on the lake with Dipper a month ago were the first happy memories she had on this planet, and for the first time, she was beginning to have value over another being other than herself.  And when she was finally free from Malachite, Steven was instantly there to convince her that she deserved a place on Earth, free to do whatever she pleased.  To Lapis, those two humans had single handedly improved both her state of living and her self-esteem.  She was determined to spend the rest of her days repaying those two back by protecting them from whatever the universe had to throw at them.

But she was about to discover that someone else had the exact opposite plan for Dipper and Steven.   

Lapis slowly opened her eyes, still feeling a bit sluggish from her nap.  She had expected to see the beautiful rural landscape that she had come to adore.  However, she instead got another rather familiar sight: the cold reaches of space.  This immediately put the blue Gem on full alert as she began to fully examine her surroundings.  She appeared to be floating in the Earth’s upper atmosphere; as she could see the planet’s blue oceans and green landscape below her.  Her wings were outstretched from her gem, which was obviously the only thing keeping her from plummeting to the ground.  Above her were the hundreds of twinkling stars that had always graced the Earth every night.  Lapis was finally able to grasp her new location.  The only question was that how did she end up here?

“Wait, how did I get here?” she asked herself.  She wasn’t expecting to receive an answer to her question.  “Well, I thought I would put you in more familiar environment!” a high-pitched voice suddenly announced itself behind her.  Lapis was startled by this sudden voice and moved away from the source.  When she turned around, she was rather shocked to see where the voice had originated from.  A bright, yellow triangle with an eye in its center floated before her.  It had rather short black sticks for arms and legs and appeared to be wearing some type of hat and formal wear.

Lapis was about to press the triangle for further questioning, but it seemed to be one step ahead of her.  “Well, well, well, it’s about time that I have a nice one-to-one with you, Water Wings!  Guess I should probably introduce myself.  The name’s Bill Cipher: genius, dream traverser, and overall one handsome devil, wouldn’t you think?!”  While at first the blue Gem was totally confused at this creature’s presence, the pieces in her mind finally started to click together.  The water Gem was told that she had missed a lot ever since she trapped herself at the bottom of the lake with Jasper.  Some things, like the return of that one human she had briefly encountered on Homeworld, were rather obvious.  Other things however, had to be explained through descriptions based from the kids.   

One event in particular hit the water Gem rather hard.  Not long after her self-imprisonment, Dipper had spent many a sleepless night trying to find a way to save her.  While Lapis was very touched by this selfless endeavor for her freedom, it quickly turned into dread as she discovered its terrible consequences.  Dipper had admitted that in his restless search for an answer, he struck a bargain with a dream demon by the name of Bill Cipher.  What followed was a domino effect that led to the boy losing his body to the demon, watching helplessly as it maimed his body and almost ended up losing his life.  A near waterfall of tears were shed when Lapis learned to what had happen to Dipper all just to find a way to fix her mistake.  So, after a long period of time involving tears, hugs and promises to never do something that reckless again, Lapis was determined to never let something like that happen to the boy who filled her with such care and affection.

But now this demon was right here, simply conversing with the gem in a rather casual mood.  And Lapis certainly had a few words to say to him.

“Y-y-you!!!,” she began, fists starting to clench at her sides. “You’re that thing Dipper told me about!  You’re the one who took advantage of him when he was trying to save me!  You’re the one that took over his body and went and mutilated it!  You’re the one that almost killed him!”  Lapis wished that she was close enough to the planet so that she could manipulate the water into something to appropriately express her rage.

“Ah yes, good old Pine Tree,” the dream demon began.  He held out his right hand as the symbol that was on Dipper’s hat appeared, gulfed in a blue flame.  “I sure had a blast run around in that body of his!  Shame that I was kicked out of it so early, could have done a lot of interesting stuff while in that meat sack!  Of course, he wasn’t the only one that I played mind games with.”

The demon held out his other hand, this time it was something Lapis was able to recognizes as the symbol of Rose Quartz.  Watching the emblem engulfed in the same blue blaze, Lapis was able to realize who the triangle was referring to: Steven.

“Yeah, you remember that time Rose Bud was able to talk to you in some dream-like state while you at the bottom of the lake?  Well not long after that, I decided to go over to him and lay down a few hard-hitting truths.  He probably didn’t tell you cause I don’t think he likes talking about it.  You should have seen face, all terrified and confused like that!  It was absolutely hilarious!” Bill laughed out.  Lapis was rather stunned to hear that this demon had went and tormented Steven as well.  Steven was one of the most kind and generous beings she had ever had the pleasure to meet.  He in no way deserved to be in the same company as this mental sadist.

Lapis was growing more and more irritated.  Bill had just admitted that he had tormented both boys like it was just another part of his routine.  She was getting tired of him just admitting to these atrocities like it was nothing.  “Why,” she asked. “Why are you doing this?!  Those boys have done nothing wrong to deserve this kind of treatment!  Are you just doing this out of some sick, twisted pleasure?!”

The demon gave the water Gem a rather serious look with his singular eye.  “Normally, that would be the case!  But Pine Tree and Rose Bud are a rather special case.”  The gestured over to the burning tree. “Pine Tree has become a special kind of annoyance as of late.  Always trying to stick his nose in places where it doesn’t belong.  It’s interfering with carefully designed plans that are years in the making!  If I have to break a few limbs to stop him from finding the truth, then I’m all for it!”  The demon then gestured over to the burning Rose Quartz insignia.  “Now with Rose Bud, that’s a little more personal.  While it’s true that I have some other associates that are also interested in him, I have more important matters with him.  Quartzy caused me some real problems back in the day.  She practically defied and humiliated me every step of the way!  But before I could properly deal with her, she had to go and give up her existence for a whining brat.  So, seeing Rose Bud’s agonizing face as I teach him his real place in this sham of a universe will just have to do!”  

Lapis was completely appalled by the dream demon’s twisted reasoning for wanting to hurt the boys.  Dipper didn’t deserve to be tormented for simply wanting to uncover the truth that surrounded Gravity Falls and Steven certainly didn’t deserve to face the demon’s wrath just for his mother’s actions.  Before the water Gem could retort against these remarks, Bill decided it was time reveal his grand scheme.  “So, I think it’s time I finally deal with those two once and for all!  You wanna know how I’m gonna do it?  Well, that’s the whole reason I decided to call you up!  You see Water Wings, I was thinking, and you’ve been a huge inspiration for my plans for those two.  Let’s just say that instead of wasting time and energy dealing with them separately, I think I’ll deal with them when they’re MASHED together!”

Bill suddenly smashed the two items in his hands with great force.  When Lapis looked back, she looked at the new item that was in Bill’s hands in complete terror.  The pine tree and the insignia had morphed together into a distorted combination of the two.  The twisted amalgamation was still engulfed in the bright blue flame Bill had conjured.  It didn’t take long for Lapis to realize what the dream demon was planning.  Painful memories of Jasper and Malachite began to flood her mind.  Those memories and feelings were some of the worst she had ever experience.  It was only made worse when her thoughts began to process what would happen if Dipper and Steven had to experience those very feelings.

“No….NONONONONO!!!”  The blue gem was past maintaining a calm demeaner and was on the verge a complete mental breakdown.  “You CAN’T do that to them!  It’ll destroy them, it almost destroyed me!  YOU CAN’T MAKE THEM FUSE!”  When Lapis had heard that Dipper and Steven fused, she was a little surprised.  Fusion was still a sore subject for her at the time, but that didn’t stop her from feeling genuine pride for the boys.  And now this demon was going to turn that experience in to something terrible.

However, the dream demon simply ignored her pleas.  “Oh that’s the plan Water Wings!  Those two are really going to find out what happens when two minds are stitched together permanently!  Gotta say though, I can’t take all the credit for this revelation.  No, I think some of the credit should go to you and Stripes!  That little lake stunt you two pulled off was hilarious!  Not to mention that constant mental suffering you two went through during the process!”  Bill then turned his back to the Gem, looking out into the cosmos and folded his arms behind him.  “You see Water Wings, I’ve been in this dimension for a while now.  With that time, I’ve learned how to twist the arms of both humans and Gems alike in many ways.  But THIS is something entirely new!  Using fusion as form of torture is so brilliant, I can’t believe I have thought of it sooner!  All the opportunities I can have with Pine Tree and Rose Bud makes me all giddy inside!  They’re gonna wish they were dead when I’m through with them!”

Lapis felt like she was dying inside.  Bill was planning to unleash the absolute hell that she had experienced for so long on two children that had guided her to a life worth living.  The demon was going to turn a magical experience for the boys into something that could end up killing them.  It only made it worse that she appeared to be the catalyst for this disaster.  “Please,” she practically begged him. “You can’t do this to them!  It’s not fair, it’s not right!  You don’t have to do this!”  The blue Gem was sounding desperate at this point, but she hardly cared.

Bill simply floated there for a moment and then turned around toward the water Gem.  “You know Water Wings, you’re actually right about that!  I really don’t necessarily have to do this to Pine Tree and Rose Bud.”  The dream demon then floated around Lapis, then wrapping his arm around her shoulder.  “It’s perfectly plausible for me to leave Pine Tree and Rose Bud alone for the rest of their measly lives.  But nothing’s free in this world, everything has a price.  But for you Water Wings, I think I can make a fair offer!  All I really ask for is a small FAVOR in return!”  Bill’s eye converted into a shade of blue and his spontaneously erupted in the blue flame he had summoned before.

Lapis just eyed the demon for a second before finally coming to her senses.  “What?!  After what you did to Dipper when he took a deal with you?!  I’d never make you with you!  Even if I wasn’t aware of that, I still wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust you!” she shouted at the triangle.  Bill rolled his eye and floated back in front of the water Gem.  “I don’t know Water Wings, Pine Tree sure thought that it was worth it to save you.  You’re telling me that you would pass up an opportunity like this?!  Hmph, maybe Stripes was right after all.  I guess you really are just a monster.  It would probably be safer for everyone else if you were still trapped in that dinky mirror!”

Lapis bowed her head at those remarks, wishing that there wasn’t any truth to them.  The words that Jasper had said on the lake were still fresh in her mind.  Being called a monster by a violent Gem right in front of the kids was not one of her best moments.  She had always tried to push those thoughts away, but they always seem to return stronger than before.  And now the dream demon was using them against her to further threaten Dipper and Steven.  For a second, she almost considered taking the demon’s offer.  It wasn’t like it was the first time she had made a deal that ultimately hurt her to save others.  She was practically an expert at it by this point.

But then she remembered that promise she made to Dipper.

After Dipper had explain the whole possession scenario, Lapis quickly embraced him and made him promise something.  She made him promise that he would never do something that would threaten his life just for her sake.  She said she could never forgive herself if something were to happen to him.  Dipper eventually agreed to this promise, but only on one condition.  He said that Lapis had to promise the same thing to Dipper.  The Malachite situation had been hard on the boy, and he couldn’t take losing her again. 

So that was her answer.  “No,” she said defiantly. “I don’t have to make a deal with you to protect both Dipper and Steven!  I’m tired of being used as just a tool by everyone!  I won’t fall for your tricks and let you hurt the boys I love!”  Lapis was standing her ground now.  She wouldn’t be fooled by the demon’s proposition, no matter how tempting it is.

Bill just stared at her for a few moments and put his arms at his sides. “Hmph, suit yourself Water Wings.  I’m just giving you an easy solution to this.  You’re the only one who can be held responsible for whatever happens next.  But don’t worry, no matter how bad things get, I’ll be here, ready to make a deal!”  Bill then began to float in to space before turning back around to face the blue Gem again.  “Hey by the way, you ever heard of the story of Icarus?” 

“Who?” the water Gem ask, clearly not familiar with the old human tale.  Bill responded with a chuckle.  “Oh, it’s great story.  Personally, I can’t help but be reminded of you whenever I read that story!  Why don’t I help relate to the main character!”

Bill then snapped his fingers, only to instantly disappear and be replaced by what could only be a miniature version of the Sun.  Lapis had to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness, but then she realized that was the least of her worries.  Her beautiful wings that had kept her afloat this whole time were beginning to boil.  Steam was rising off her wings and they started to shrink smaller and smaller.  Before Lapis could even consider fleeing from the sudden heat, it was too late.  Lapis wings were sizzled up into useless numbs and she began her downward fall towards the surface of the Earth.  For the first time in water Gem’s life, she was falling to her death.  All she could she was flail her arms and scream as she plummeted to the ground.  The last thing that she heard was the demented laughter of Bill Cipher.

“LAPIS WAKE UP!”

The blue Gem suddenly raised her head of the ground with a startled scream.  She then quickly swiveled her head around to see where she was this time.  She was back at the silo, although in a rather different position.  Instead of on her back at the top of the silo, she was face down on the ground next to the silo.  Once she was sitting on the grass, she looked to the rural landscape that painted the sky every night.  The water Gem then turned to Peridot, who was looking more frazzled than usual.  “Peridot, w-what happe-“

The former technician suddenly interrupted her though.  “Oh my star, Lapis thank goodness you’re okay!  I was going out to check on you and I saw that you were face down on the ground!  At first, I thought you were just sleeping but I know you usually like to sleep on top of it!  So, I thought you fell and I went over to check that your gem wasn’t cracked!  Then I tried to wake you up and-“  Peridot was interrupted when Lapis suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.  Her cheeks became flush with a dark green since Peridot was not used to this kind of affection from the blue Gem.

Before Peridot could further question this, Lapis finally uttered something. “I’m never sleeping again, Peridot!  I’m never sleeping again.” The green Gem was rather taking aback by the water Gem suddenly giving up one of her favorite pass times.  “W-what,” she said. “But, I thought you said that helped you calm down?  You just had a bad dream, Lapis.  Steven says that everyone gets them sometimes.  It doesn’t mean that you should give up sleep completely.”

“NO!” cried Lapis. “I can’t go back to sleep.  I’ll be safe from him if I don’t.”  Lapis sobbed into Peridot’s shoulder.

Lapis had to escape from Bill.  She couldn’t face the dream demon again.  He had hurt her and he threatened the two most precious people in her life.  She had to stay in the waking world so that she could protect them at all cost.  She needed to stay away from that triangle at all costs.

Because deep down she knew, the more time she was in the presence of the demon, the more tempting his bargain would be.  

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