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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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some orphy work for a commissioner of mine! 💓 this is 1/2 of their survivor commission - reminder that my comms are always open and i'm currently seeking out comms for atsushi, architect, mio amakura [prioritized!! i want her lots but im f2p] and some survivors/hunters!

orpheus dating/married life hcs📕

dating hcs

if you are too shy to confess first your pre-dating period is gonna be one HELL of a confusing talking stage lol he's incredibly shy himself and is only going to drop subtle hints and acts of affection in hope that you'd confess first

he's going to give in eventually - he'd probably confess to you by writing you a heartfelt letter, i've written before that every single one of his letters are masterpieces but the more "important" ones such as this one are on a whole other level

orpheus doesn't seem like an approachable person at first nor does he particularily enjoy PDA - he enjoys alone time with you away from everyone, it's simply more intimate and makes him calm enough to function

even though he's a bit cold and shy at the beginning of your relationship it's just the fact that he's so overwhelmed by you in the best way possible JDNWNDN

you're his muse, the beatrice to his alighieri, the most prized person in his life yet he struggles to communicate it clearly verbally - he's simply not the person that's good with words on the spot and prefers writing them on paper

orpheus is actually a huge romantic at heart

like literally straight-from-a-book romantic

this man has a permanent rbf but inside his head he's thinking of kissing you and holding you into his arms and all WOAHH he actually reads romance novels a lot (a guilty pleasure of his) and they fuel his daydreaming

when you two are alone together you simply can't get him off of you lol

likes gently kissing your neck and fingertips, tracing his fingers along your neck and collarbones and whispering sweet nonsense in your ear every now and then maybe even lightly biting your neck if youre into that!?!?!?!?!? literal goosebumps from the way this man loves wow

he's a very gentle and thoughtful partner, asking for permission whenever he wants to kiss you and holding your arm under his whenever you two go for a walk together

a true gentleman ofc!! treats their partner like a royal

the dates you two go on are simple and actually happen pretty frequently - he likes picnics, garden tea parties and anything away from the crowd, making it easier for him to focus on you

would 100% write you cheesy poems that make you melt from the inside (/pos) OR little drabbles and push them under your door for the extra suprise factor HEEHEE he can't help the fact that hes a hopeless romantic

whenever he gets flustered his cheeks get really vibrant red and his monocle FOGS UP and he's still going to act like everything is fine

handsy?? but in an awkward way, like he genuinely doesn't know what to do w them so sometimes he just. pats you¿ hes got very nice hands and fingers tho. long, nimble, with obvious writer's bump(s) on both of his middle fingers. will occassionaly wear a pretty silver ring

he smells SOOOO NICE his cologne isn't very strong and numbing but rather with a flowery tone and it smells like heaven whenever you lay your head on his chest

orders bouquets from andrew and emma with all of your favourite flowers each week... hehe...

also a fan of picking flowers and tucking them into your hair whenever you go for a walk together🥺

this man is so so cute yet so fragile please please PLEASE hold his stoic "😐" ass in a hug and gently smooch him or he might break into pieces like fine china

married life hcs

100% the one proposing. "oh but i-" im absolutely not hearing you out OKAY let him have his moment

he has a whole heart tearing speech ready that he wrote himself and a pretty custom ring made just for you you are NOT taking away his spotlight

god he's the giddiest person ever when he sees you walk towards the altar.. he loves you so much and would kiss you right there and then if it weren't for the ceremony

anyways. malewife orpheus is real

you complained about how you're too tired to do the laundry? oh look it's already done. got no time to cook? 5 star michelin meal is already on the table

would even wear an apron while doing it tbh

it's just you and him and he's so happy about being able to focus on you and your relationship more once you're married

he often stays up late writing instead of going asleep so he appreciates extra blankets and coffee sm <3

also he has a lot of moles on his body. like a lot and he often jokes about them being places where he's supposed to be kissed (/hj on his part he's actually into that)

mostly the big spoon - loves intertwining his fingers and legs with yours as he presses his chin onto the top of your head

would gladly read to you until you fall asleep, he's a phenomenal narrator with a beautiful, slightly raspy voice

regarding kids - orpheus 100% wouldn't force his opinion on you nor pressure you into having them, but i feel like he'd really love to have children and that he'd be a great dad

some days you two just cancel all of your plans and stay at home together, curled up in the bed and simply enjoying each other's presence

likes having his hair played with when he's working

or in general you coming up behind him while he's by his desk and massaging his shoulders or carressing his cheeks... GOD he's in heaven

when he's out for longer or stuck in his office for some time he leaves you one of his white silk gloves or hankerchiefs in your pocket while you're not looking <3 he has a habit of putting essential oils on them so they smell beautifully

not tech savvy but i think he'd learn how to operate a camera just to take cute little pictures of you and keep them :) he would put them in a little locket and carry it around his neck or instead of a pocket watch, keep them as bookmarks in his favourite books or simply tucked in his typewriter so you're always near him

one cute thing about him is that 90% of his body is always cold and that 10% that isn't is his chest. he gets very flustered whenever you joke that it's because his heart can only heat up so much of his body

he's an amazing listener and always by your side - you can tell him everything without fearing he'll get mad or react badly, laugh along with him and confess all your secrets and sins to him

he's a wonderful person and an even more wonderful spouse. milo (MAN I LOVE ORPHEUS!!!!!!!)

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valberryy · 2 years

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H e l l o HSHSHSHS glad to see ur back on my dash ^-^ ...mayhaps... a spy x family au with ayato and tighnari? if u arent writing the sumeru characters yet just ayato is fine woohoo~ TY will read ur other stuff as soon as exams r over

STARFELL BACK AT IT AGAIN W THE GALAXY BRAIN IDEAS!!!! thank u thank u it is also nice to Be back <3 <3 i'm catching up w the archon quests so it's All Good, BUT i played w the prompt a little if that's okay ..... 🙈 no worries take your time and best of luck with ur exams !!!! <3 KAYA MO YANNNN

➻ ayato and tighnari in a spy x family au

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, one instance of swearing

➻ given everything from his status at birth, to his surname, to the obviously-branded clothes he likes to wear, it would be the understatement of the century to say that AYATO has quite a lot to lose — especially considering his ever-so-mysterious business trips that he happens go to on so often.

➻ on the outside, you and him seem to make the very definition of a perfect couple. he's sweet on you, often bringing home gifts after his long days at work, and every night the cctv system catches how you open the door to greet him with a smile. there's no shortage of whispers about that guy kamisato and his spouse — which seemed more than a little amusing to him, especially considering how your "relationship" is, among many things, a business contract of sorts.

➻ he found out about you through work connections, funnily enough, but as far as his knowledge goes, you're just a civilian who happened to need protection — and so, your agreement was born. you'll be under his care as a member of the kamisato clan, and he'll have you to keep his sister company while he's away for spy work, and help him keep his cover. though... you don't know about that second part.

➻ something he's beginning to find a little odd, though, is that another spy from a rival organisation seems to be even more of a thorn in his side than usual, lately. he'd spend days investigating a target and finding a good stake-out location... to find someone else already there, waving oh-so-pleasantly, oh-so-frustratingly at him.

➻ he's rather reluctant to admit how much he bickers with them, and even less likely to admit that he rather enjoys it, sometimes. even through the voice-disguising device, there's something to these encounters, and the way he hears his codename cooed through his comms that he finds oddly endearing — and more infuriating than anything he's had to deal with in his life.

➻ though... something about them and the gruff tenderness with which they tug bandages tighter around his wounds reminds him a little of you.

➻ but he comes home, smile pleasant as always, though his footsteps may be a little heavy — and listens to you talk about your day at work: oh, you were really early for a meeting earlier, and it was so awkward with just you and one other person there... his smile only widens when he hears about what you and ayaka have been up to lately, too.

➻ as tired — and annoyed — as he may be, and as much of an odd coincidence it is that your mannerisms happen to remind him of his annoying coworker, watching you two scuttle into the kitchen to bring out some baked goods recipe you found online for him to taste makes him feel like his pretend family has more weight to it than he initially thought.

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➻ while it seems to many that TIGHNARI decided to settle down after getting married, that was very much not the case. he simply adapted to a... work from home lifestyle, he'll say — whether that refers to the papers he goes through in the living room after seeing you off for work and collei off at school, or the locked study at the end of the hall that he shuts himself into for hours on end.

➻ much like ayato's case, your "marriage" began as a mutually beneficial agreement. he wouldn't have to choose between his very secretive r&d work and looking after collei, and you... well, he isn't sure exactly what you gain out of this arrangement, since it seems very biased in his favour.

➻ but he can't quite complain, he supposes. especially since collei seems to really like you, given how often he can hear you two laughing from the kitchen—hey, that's the salt, not the sugar!—and how you help her with phrases she can't quite seem to grasp, and how you two always walk home together from the station on the rare days that your schedules align.

➻ there's also the peculiar "lunchbox incident," as collei calls it, where she clung to you for a week after a business trip of yours — ah, he's normally so careful about where he puts his mushroom samples, but perhaps the mostly-empty house put him a little too at ease... you had laughed it off once you got home, and loathe as he is to admit it, the sound of your laugh and your scolding voice alike made the whole scene feel a little more domestic than he was used to.

➻ tighnari will admit that he was more than a little suspicious of you at first, but after seeing how you act around him and collei alike, he sagely decides to keep quiet about how your button-ups always seem to be a little too white and smell a little too much like bleach — so long as you keep quiet about the clinical, chemical smells coming from his study, of course.

➻ that's not to say he doesn't have his suspicions, though. it may be how smoothly your tone seems to shift from your work calls to calling everyone over for dinner, or how the little engraved logo by your phone is the same logo in the corner of all the documents filed neatly into the false bottom of his drawer. or maybe it's the simple fact that he doubts an office worker would come home covered in bruises so often.

➻ but each time you come home he's waiting for you on the couch with your favourite drink and a first aid kit, always muttering about what kind of asshole coworkers you must have if you always come home in these conditions. and in these moments, where it's just you and him in the living room, the late-night radio turned to the lowest volume with your occasional comments of, "ow, tighnari, i'm delicate!" he wonders, almost uncharacteristically, what it would be like for you to call him your husband.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #tighnari x reader #bee writes

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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i had to wait ALL DAY TO BE ABLE TO WATCH THE EPISODES, but i FINALLY DID

BAD BATCH EP 7-8 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

starting with episode seven:

First off, RIYO!!! SHE ABSOLUTELY SLAYED, the way she literally went to 79’s (also AAAA 79S!!!) specifically so she could actually talk to the clones is so so important, she is incredible

Slip was so wonderful, the parallels of him at 79s and then running through Coruscant while scared for his life were very painful tho (also his number was ct-0409 and that’s literally irrelevant but like COME ON ITS ONE NUMBER OFF I COULDN’T NOT NOTICE THAT)

Bail Organa!!! He’s here and he’s so so good!!

REXXXXX!!!!!!!!!! Omg when I heard his voice on the comm I FREAKED out and then he had his silly little disguise again and that was so so sweet

The sniper clone that Rampart sent after them was so sad to see, it reminds me of how Cody’s chip clearly wore off, but he still believes he did certain things of his own volition (i.e. “We make our own choices. And we have to live with them too.”). It seems like a lot of clones don’t know what exactly they’re fighting for anymore, and the empire is just not helping at all ofc

Ok and uh… now episode eight… these are just gonna be mostly episode thoughts cause the whole Echo thing,,, that deserves its own post

Starting off, still not over that beginning. Echo IMMEDIATELY getting not just multiple lines, but lines about his TRAUMA, and he’s actually OPENING UP ABOUT IT TO OMEGA???!???!??? “I… don’t enjoy solitude.” LIKE???? OMG??? The pain, the absolute agony, that line has me in a death grip and you bet ur ass that’s ending up in a fic sometime bhskshsjsjksks

His conversation there with Omega makes me think he’d already decided here. When Omega asks if the batch rescuing him is what made him join them, he says, “This is where I fit, where I was needed.” He seems like he already knows that’s changed now

okoKOK, OMEGAS. PONCHO. OMEGAS PONCHO OMGGGSJBSJSBSJSKSLLS SHE WAS SO SO ADORABLE!!! I’ve loved seeing her in situations without the batch, it’s nice to be reminded of how determined she always is even without her brothers right next to her :) (also, really liked how this episode didn’t take her out of the action, but removed her from the fighting so the rest of them could kinda breathe without the story focusing solely on her here)

We had a lot of very long Echo shots + lines during the mission, and that immediately scared me. Rex and his conversation here has me wondering though. Because it seems like either he already talked to Rex about it, since Rex seems to be almost bringing Echo up to speed on what exactly he’s doing, or that Echo is at least really solidifying his decision here, because after Rex’s line of “Help’s hard to come by these days,” Echo looks down and just thinks for a good long time, even after Wrecker calls down to them.

oh my GOD i might make a separate post just about this and other Echo stuff but UM???? When he just took control of the venator, diverted the power, MANNED THE CANONS AND MANAGED TO SHOOT DOWN THE SHIPS HEADED FOR THEM, and then activated the engines to make it harder for the stormtroopers??? Dude???? He can just do all of that?? By himself??? No wonder he wants to fight the Empire, HE COULD LITERALLY BE SO POWERFUL

oh. my. gOD PALPATINE I HATE HIM OH I HATE HIM SO MUCH. THE ABSOLUTE FEAR I FELT WHEN HE SHOWED UP, AND THEN HE JUST SHIFTED THE BLAME ENTIRELY TO GET EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED AND BROUGHT THE CLONES INTO IT AT THE SAME TIME??? i very much so hate him.

And ofc, I felt so bad for Omega afterwards when she said “I don’t understand. We did the right thing.” :((((((

ok.

here we go

tagging @phis-writing since u wanted my thoughts lol

first off, Hunters line here. “Wherever you end up, remember what I said.” …wHAT??? WHAT DID YOU SAY I NEED TO KNOW SIR WHAT

omega slowly realizing omg ow

“Best of luck, Echo” ow ow ow omg ow help this is where i started crying

Echo looks so sad trying to tell Omega why he’s leaving, and I get why he didn’t tell her before no matter how long his mind had been made up for, but omg, that hurt so bad. “I’m going where i’m needed.” yup yup there it is, that parallels his lines from the start ow

and tHEN. she hUGS HIM. i can’t hANDLE THIS OMG that was so important

damn it im watching it again while writing this and the music has me sobbing again i cANT, him watching the marauder fly off and then OMEGA HUGGING LULA i actually can’t

I knew Echo was going to leave. Logically, I knew it was going to happen and that it was his best option, he wants to fight the Empire and save his brothers, and that’s just not something the rest of the batch wants to take the risk for. I knew he was leaving, and even though I definitely tried to see every possible way he wouldn’t, I don’t mind it.

Don’t get me wrong, I hate that it might mean he’s getting way less screen time, and I kinda hate that he’s not gonna be there to spur the batch into action anymore, but for his sake I am so so glad he went with Rex. His entire life he’s grown up surrounded by brothers, and the batch has proven time and time again how differently they feel about that. Now, Echos just been sitting back for way too long, and I honestly love the way they had him leave.

There was no fighting, there was no long argument where he said the batch was wrong for not fighting the Empire. He knew they wanted different things, and everyone fully supported him in his decision to step away. He left because that’s where he was needed, to fight for his other family. (Not to mention he would be an INCREDIBLE benefit to Rex like did u SEE WHAT HE DID ON THAT VENATOR??? HE TOOK THAT THING DOWN SINGLE HANDEDLY)

I think it makes complete sense that his loyalty and his drive would lead him to join the rebellion, and I’m so incredibly hopeful it means we’ll get a Rex and Echo episode, probably with Riyo too, I’m SO excited

I’m also really hoping Omega will keep thinking of him and what she saw in the senate. Right now it seems like she’s getting more and more interested in standing up to the empire, and I’m interested to see if she’ll eventually bring it up with the batch? I’m not sure she’d convince them to join the rebellion, but I really hope her drive for justice/revenge doesn’t stop here, she’s angry and she deserves to fight for whatever she believes. Echo taught her too much for her not to.

The hood thing is, he’s coming back :)

(right filoni right please please omg tell me he’s coming back pLEASE)

#sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #sw tbb #tbb season 2 #tbb echo #echo tbb #echo bad batch #it’s so late and i’m so tired i will probably have more echo thoughts tomorrow lol #also wow this is so insanely long oof

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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Ch.46 - The Interrogation

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Kiera begins to experience a brewing health concern; Simon and Kiera meet Richards at the station to interrogate Dylan; Shepherd's whereabouts are revealed; Simon establishes dominance when a young deputy takes an eye to Kiera.

Alejandro refused to let Fernando out of his sight since they arrived back to the ranch, the boy crying every other hour or two as he relived his traumatic experience.

Kiera lay on Simon's chest, her eyes still wide open as she too was reliving what had happened the night before. "It's not your fault." He reminded her, his eyes fighting to stay open as he was just as exhausted as she was from the day before.

"I can't help but think about what that little boy has seen," She whimpered. "He's going to have to deal with that for the rest of his life. Especially seeing that man I had to kill right in front of him-"

"Love, you're blaming yourself. That man shot at you first. You had to do what you had to do."

"I know, but he still saw it. I can't imagine the post-traumatic stress he's going to endear at such his young age."

"Me either, but he's safe now. That's all that matters. You found him like you promised." He assured her, rubbing her upper arm with his large hand, subtly pulling her closer to him as he had the sense that she was about to start crying again. It broke his heart to see her like that, but he also couldn't imagine what was going through Alejandro's head to find his son in such a traumatizing state.

Just as he'd suspected, Kiera began to cry, knowing how hard it was for her to relive it all as he felt her tears seep through his shirt. His cheek pressed against her hot forehead, letting her emotions take over as he let her cry - something she always hated to do as it made her feel vulnerable.

But she allowed herself to show her vulnerability to Simon as she knew in her heart that he wouldn't take advantage of it. "I'm here, love."

"I need to call Laswell-"

"You can in the morning. Just focus on resting right now, yeah?"

"I can't rest, Simon. Not like this."

"Do you want me to put on a film to keep your mind off things?"

"I don't think that'll help, but we can try." She sighed.

"If we were at my flat, I know exactly what could help."

"What's that?"

"Do you like motorcycles?"

"I mean... I've never driven one, but they seem fun."

He smirked, "I know the first thing on my list to do with you when we get there."

"Oh, so you've already made a list?" She giggled.

He knew he was helping her keep her mind off of yesterday's events by keeping her occupied with another conversation. Well, at least he hoped it was helping. He knew it helped Soap when he would tell silly jokes over the comms while he was alone on a mission or anxious. Simon had always been well when it came to keeping himself calm. As for Soap, he was the opposite.

"Possibly," He shrugged. "We'll land in London and spend a few days there. Then we'll go to Manchester and I'll show you the shit hole I came from."

"Don't talk like that, Simon." She frowned.

"It's true. My life was fucked up the minute I could walk."

She wanted to ask him why, but she knew he would avoid it. Just give it time, Kiera.

"I doubt that, Simon-"

"If you only knew, love." He huffed, his tone providing a fair warning to not doubt it again. Instead of letting his frustration peak, he exhaled heavily from his nose, pulling her closer before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, reminding himself that if he were to seem hateful to her again, she might leave with a cold shoulder like before.

"Well, maybe someday you can fill me in as to why, babe."

"Someday, but not right now," He huffed, glancing over at the clock to see that it was reading a quarter until one a.m. "You need to sleep. I'm going to make you some tea."

"Tea?" She giggled, feeling him sit up in the bed and stand next to it.

"You'll be asleep shortly after drinking it. All you have to do is trust me."

After a few minutes, he returned to the bedroom with two mugs of chamomile tea - something his mother always made for him when he was restless or under the weather. As best as he could remember, it always helped.

"What is this?" She asked, sitting up in the bed and accepting the mug from his hand.

"Chamomile tea, love. It'll help you relax and fall asleep. My mum made this for me when I was young and when I'd come home between tours. Helps if you're sick, too."

"Thank you," She said, watching him nod as he sat on the edge of the bed, drinking the tea as well, eager to get rest of his own, but was sure she got rest before he did as he had vowed from day one to always put her first. With anything. Of course, if he were to get technical, putting her first applied to everything else except for combat or anything of dangerous nature.

He was surprised she had finished the tea before he did, moving to get up to take the mug to the kitchen before Simon stopped her, finishing the last of his tea as he reached for her empty mug, taking it into the kitchen to rinse them out and put them in the strainer before returning to the bedroom, counting down the minutes before the tea took its toll on the pair of them.

Before he had returned to lay on the bed, he removed his shirt and tossed it to lay on the nearby chair, breathing a chuckle as she had seemed to already make herself comfortable by turning on her side, her back facing him before he joined her, wrapping his left arm around her waist and nestling his right just below her head, the pillow separating his arm and her head as he spooned her, placing a submissive kiss behind her ear, thankful that her breathing had slowed down to a comfortable rhythm instead of an anxious one. "Already taking its toll on you, love?" He whispered.

"I hope so." She murmured.

"It will. Just give it a bit."

Instead of replying, she subtly nodded as he adjusted the weighted blanket over her hips. He honestly hated the restraining feeling of it, so it always made it a point to cover up with the regular sheets to avoid the feeling of being claustrophobic. He didn't know why she liked being under the weighted blanket so much, but he was also happy that she appreciated its warmth as it was one of her favorite gifts he had gotten her for Christmas.

She hummed simply in reply, enjoying his comforting touch as she let herself relax and eventually falling asleep, Simon not being too far behind her.

Simon didn't beat her to breakfast the next morning. Instead, he was the one to awake to the smell of breakfast from the kitchen once his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," She smiled at him, putting ice in her coffee before her gesture followed by creamer and a dash of vanilla syrup. Why do you dress it up that much? It's just coffee, he thought as he was desperate to understand why women loved iced coffee so much. As long as she doesn't bite my head off, she can have whatever she wants. "How'd you sleep?"

"Better than I deserve," He chuckled, moving slowly as he still fought sleep to kiss the top of her head when he met her at the stove. "That tea seemed to work for you, love. You fell asleep fast."

"Oh, hush, you deserve to sleep good, babe. You're eating an American breakfast today - you need to eat a lot to last throughout today."

He chuckled as he leant against the counter, "Why's that? What have you got planned today?"

"I need to meet Sheriff Richards at the station. I'm interrogating that deputy of his that was contacting Malcolm and find out where Shepherd is."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"If you want to. You know I never mind the company."

"Good. I'd rather watch you interrogate a grown man then ride a horse." He admitted.

"I'm the opposite. I'd ride a horse every day if I could."

"I don't know how you do it," He said, watching her take a plate from the cabinet before putting the hot eggs on it. "Although if you feel up for it, we can go for a ride after we're done at the station?"

"Really?"

"Of course. You haven't ridden in a while and it makes you happy."

She smiled at his encouraging words, taking him up on it as she missed riding her horse just as much as he missed taking out his motorcycle. "I'll take you up on that. I'm going to go by the guesthouse and check in on Fernando. I hope he was able to get some rest last night."

"I'm sure Alejandro made sure of it."

After the couple finished their breakfast, they dressed for what was hopefully a short day's work, they went by the guesthouse to check on Alejandro and Fernando, seeing a relieved and nearly relaxed expression on Alejandro's face as he joined Price on the front porch for coffee. "How's he doing?" Kiera asked the concern father.

"Already woke up with a few nightmares," Alejandro sighed, looking down at his mug. "He's been asleep for about an hour with no issues."

"Good. I can have a trauma specialist here in a day if you decide you want one."

"That might be a good idea, I'm afraid."

"Okay. I'll call and let her know," She nodded. "Oh, if you want, I can bring over some of that chamomile tea Simon made us last night. It's supposed to help you sleep."

"Oh, yeah," He nodded. "Thank you."

"Not a problem." She smiled.

"Where're you two off to today?" Price asked, lighting a cigar.

"I have to go to meet the Sheriff at the station and question the deputy that had been keeping in touch with Malcolm. I'm going to find out where Shepherd is."

"More like antagonize." Simon added.

"Ah. Well, let me know what you find out. I'd love to have a chance to shoot that bastard."

"I'm sure we all do." Price chuckled, releasing a cloud of smoke.

"We'll check back in after we get back. I'm glad he's finally resting-" Kiera smiled, the happy gesture fading almost as quick as it appeared after hearing a loud wail from inside the house. Fernando had woken up with another nightmare, screaming nearly to the top of his lungs.

Alejandro sat his mug aside, rushing into the house to tend to his son as Price leant forward to rest his elbows on his knees, sighing heavily as Kiera fought the urge to cry. "I'm going to call the specialist," She told Price, Simon noticing the uncomfortable sway of her hips and furrow of her brows as she suffered through what seemed to be an intense cramp. "Tell Alejandro I'll have the specialist here in the morning."

"I will," Price nodded, reassuring her with a weak smile. "Thank you."

Once at the police station, both Kiera and Simon were met by Sheriff Richards and his deputy Shahan as well as accompanied by another deputy whose demeanor showed to be obvious that he was new to the program. Taking notice of how this new deputy's eyes looked over Kiera, Simon kept a sharp glare on him as a primal warning to do nothing more than look, although a part of him wanted to give him a reason to mop the floor with the young man, but the other part of him found it more amusing - as well as arousing - to watch Kiera do it, proud of his woman for scaring a man more than he ever could unless it meant battle.

"Thanks for coming," Richards nodded to her, glancing at Simon as he stood securely behind her, hating how every pair of pants she wore shaped her rear perfectly, enticing enough for any man to look at. He made it a priority to hide that part of her from any set of primal eyes aside from his own.

He was possessive to an extent, but when it came to her openly ignoring a man's admirative gaze, knowing she could handle herself, he couldn't help but try to secure that part of her with his own dominance, knowing that when it came down to a point where she couldn't defend herself, he wouldn't be far.

"My team went through his phone. He had been contacting Malcolm for a few weeks. He's in the interrogation room. This way."

"When I get my evidence, he will need to be charged for harboring a fugitive as well as obstruction of justice."

"I agree, but we will need to get enough evidence on him and have him face a judge-"

"I know this, Richards." She scoffed, walking alongside him down the hall as Shahan broke off to tend to his other duties and the recruiting officer following them with not only a gleam in his eye towards her, but his own curiosity concerning one of his own former coworkers.

"Well, there's eyes and ears everywhere here, Kiera. I have a job to follow."

"So do I," She replied, her gaze stark as her face fought off another cramp as she stared at Dylan through the dual-sided glass, watching him trace the rim of his mug with his index finger, the cuffs around his wrists clanking with every move of his arms. "When I get my answers out of him, I'll come and find you."

"I was just about to dismiss myself," He sighed, knowing her version of "getting answers" didn't consist of a polite negotiation. "I can't charge a crime unless I see one."

"Wise man." She smirked, watching him open the door for her as Simon and the recruit watched her through the two-way mirror, Simon's arms crossing over his chest as he stood a foot back from the recruit, studying him as he stared at Kiera in awe. There was no denying that she was attractive. Hell, I was the same way when I first saw her, kid, but she's not who you need to be worried about, he thought, saying his thoughts within his head exactly how he were to say them if he were to need to be more intimidating than he already was, irritated that the recruit wasn't catching on to Simon's intimidating presence as he was too distracted with the woman in front of him - Simon's woman. He grimaced as he watched him take another glance at her rear, exhaling heavily while the recruit seemed to be too oblivious to assume that Simon and Kiera weren't a couple, but partners in their line of work.

In comparison to how Simon first saw her, not once did he look at her sexually like this young man was - looking at her as if she were a mare and ready to take advantage of her feministic nature, unaware that he needed humbling of his own by crossing her the wrong way. Simon looked at her for the true beauty that she was: a woman fighting her own insecurities but fighting her enemies even harder. How she handled business by being rough and dominant, but soft and vulnerable around him as it was in her nature to nurture and show compassion for the man that provided her consistent reassurance, appreciation, and protection. He knew it was coming. And quite frankly, he was looking forward to it. He loved watching her intimidate someone, especially another man and putting him in his place when he deserved it. She's a lot of woman to handle. Not that you'll have a chance.

Dylan shuttered when she entered the room, his anger boiling as he knew he had to fight for dominance when around her, his pride altering to a harsh stop as she always had the harder punch and quick wit. He watched as she stood in front of him, refusing to take the seat across from him as her arms crossed, "Looks like you'll be in here for a long time."

"Not if I'm willing to negotiate." He retorted.

"Negotiate, huh?" She scoffed. "Is that so? What's makes you think you'll have a free ticket out of here?"

"Because I have what you want."

"You do. And there's two ways I can get it."

"Do tell." He mocked.

"One, I can negotiate and ask you these questions nicely. Or two, we can do this the hard way."

He smirked, "I prefer doing things the hard way."

Her eyes glanced down to the hot mug of coffee he had on the table, the steam enticing her plan of scorching him before her eyes glanced to his cuffs. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Kiera." Simon warned from the other side of the glass, his accent heavily rolling off his tongue and his tone sounding like a scold as he watched her open her arms in defense.

"What? He wants to do things my way, so that's what I'm going to do. Have that deputy hand me the keys to his cuffs."

"On my way!" The deputy answered, quick to follow her directions as her intimidating persona made him nearly uncomfortably hard - the female inmates having no chance against her skills as a federal agent and not as pretty.

"Fucking Christ," Simon grumbled, rushing to stop the deputy in his tracks by grasping the handle of the door. "No."

"She asked, sir."

"And I'm saying no," He retorted, feeling her open the door and watching her mischievous smile fade. "You're not doing this." He told her, knowing that whatever uneasy pain she had been feeling the last couple of days as well as her injuries from the explosion still healing, he began to grow rather irritated that her constant delay in her healing phase was halted again and again by her unhealthy urge to fight.

Her brow arched at him before she scoffed, "Yeah? And what would you do if you had someone in front of you that knew where Shepherd was and they weren't telling you when you asked nicely once?"

He huffed.

"Exactly," She scorned, reaching by him to retrieve the keys for the handcuffs from the deputy, keeping her eyes on Simon before she shut the door knowing that Simon would do the exact same of what she was about to do, however he was more blunt than she was, knowing he wouldn't give Dylan the opportunity to explain himself. She reached over to unlock the restraints on Dylan's chair, watching them fall to the table before she tossed the keys behind her shoulder. "Since you want it your way so desperately, I'm going to ask one more time politely: where can I find Shepherd?"

Dylan shrugged, "Don't know what you're talking about."

"One more chance as it's my last fight for a nice negotiation." She grinned, her brows arching.

"I thought you didn't negotiate."

"Not anymore." She grunted, reaching over to grasp the mug of hot coffee, throwing it in Dylan's face before taking the metal table and flipping it towards him, using her foot to keep nudging it forward as it knocked Dylan off balance in his chair when he went to stand up, falling to his back as she reached to pick up the pair of handcuffs, clasping them shut before twisting a cuff around her hand, making a pair of makeshift brass knuckles.

She walked around the table, stepping over him after she had grasped the collar of his shirt, her badge clasped to her belt gleaming from the overhead light as she thrust the cuff into his cheek, pleased to hear him gasp as blood decorated his cheek. "I might be nice and give you another chance." She shouted after hitting him again in the jaw as her foot moved to press against his stomach, stepping down with her weight to get his attention.

"What if I don't?"

"Sounds familiar," She recalled, remembering Isaac saying the same thing to her. "I guess I won't give you a fighting chance, then."

Her foot moved to his groin, pressing it together against himself as he shrieked in pain, his hand desperate to knock her off balance while his other reached to his face for defense as she continued her assault.

"Is that...legal?" The deputy whispered to Simon, the men standing with their arms crossed as they were forced to watch, the deputy holding a gleaming smile to his face.

"No," Simon huffed. "But are you going to go in there and tell her?"

"I-I think I'm safer on this side with you."

"If it comes down to it, you're on your own," He retorted, grasping the handle of the door and opening it to enter the room. "Kiera, I think you've made your point."

"I don't think so," She shook her head. "I feel like I need to ask him again for the third time before his teeth are knocked loose."

She delivered another hard thrust at his cheek, hearing him wince in pain before folding. "Okay! Okay!" He shouted. "Border of Montana and Wy-Wyoming. He's holed up there."

"That's not a good enough answer." She hissed, raising her fist up again as the makeshift brass knuckles were tinted with crimson.

"It's a place called Six Point Cabin."

"I don't believe you."

"Fucking look it up! It used to be a tourist attraction before the state bought the land and condemned the house and used the land around it to make a park. Black Star Militia is who runs it - that's where he is."

"Why is he being housed by some militia?"

"I-Isaac knew them. They're a group of men he met in Russia. H-He smuggled them over here under fake names and made a group and promised government protection."

"How do you know all of this, then? Are you a part of this said group?"

"No! I got in deep with both Isaac and Malcolm. Owed them too much money and couldn't pay it back," He winced. "I know that Shepherd ran a Black Bag Operation at some point. Something about missiles-"

"So you knew too much and they threatened to take you out if you told?"

He nodded, closing his eyes.

"We're in the same boat," She chuckled, releasing his grasp on his collar, watching his chest rise and fall as he took heavy breaths. "Except you won't have to worry about being taken out."

"W-Why?"

She knelt next to him, her voice low and bitterly intimidating, "Because I already have it taken care of."

"Really?"

"You won't have to worry about your debts anymore, let's just say that."

She then walked towards the door, walking past Simon after she told him she had all of the information she needed to proceed with her investigation, Simon standing in the doorway to take a final look at Dylan before following her, the deputy between Kiera and Simon, taking the opportunity to watch her walk in front of him, his tongue peering between his lips. That was fucking hot, he sighed to himself, a part of him wishing she would handle him like that in bed. He felt Simon's presence behind him as they walked, but he didn't pay any attention as Kiera picked up on his sexual gaze towards her. They heard her huff before she turned around, the deputy gulping as he knew he was about to be embarrassed.

"If you're going to look, at least be man enough to stare," She clenched her jaw. "Or be man enough to tell my husband that you're looking at his wife with ill intentions."

Simon's heart fluttered after hearing her address him as her husband. Although it wasn't true - yet - he was more than amused to see the deputy's face flush with shame and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am-"

"Don't say sorry to me," She scoffed. "Tell my husband that."

Simon watched as the young man forced himself to face him, his stature coming closure to Kiera's stature than his own, Simon able to easily tower over him. "I don't think that's a good idea, mate." He warned as he moved to walk behind her, effortlessly blocking the deputy's view if he had the nerve to try and look at her again.

A smirk plastered over Simon's face, knowing he had not only successfully blocked the young man's view of his partner, but established that Kiera and Simon were not partners in work, but lovers, Simon knowing that card present was enough to eat at the young man's ego, leaving the young man behind as they turned the corner, Simon glancing at him over his shoulder before he playfully tapped Kiera's rear in front of him as if he were rubbing it in his face that the deputy had absolutely no chance.

"Husband, yeah?" He asked her when they exited the building.

"Sounded good, didn't it?" She giggled, oblivious to his future plans when it came to their relationship.

"Very good."

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I think Marti needs a bit of love. Could you share a moment when she reminded the team why she is the boss?

Ahhh she's been on my mind lately but I've been working on like 3 other WIP's so I haven't been able to show her love!!

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Aedan: So, if you don’t mind my asking, how did you end up as team leader? It couldn’t have just been a pecking order age thing...

Marti: I mean, the thing is, no one in Overwatch wanted any of our generation fighting to begin with. They never wanted their kids fighting a battle they should have finished themselves.

Aedan: But because you were adopted...

Marti: ...because I lost my mom to this fight--that made it my fight too. It’s not like the Aunties liked the concept, either. But Jack... even if he didn’t like it, he could at least respect it.

Aedan: Ahhh so you got it because you’re Morrison’s favorite.

Marti: I am his favorite. But I’m also better qualified than any one of you.

---

Jaime: So, what’s the plan, boss?

Marti: ...did you read the briefing?

Jaime: yyyyes?

Marti: *head tilt*

Jaime: ...the plan is I’m going to read the briefing.

Marti: *smile* Good plan.

---

Rei: I missed this.

Marti: Yeah?

Rei: I mean, honestly you’re way scarier than most of my on-set directors back with Midori Rider... but I feel like I screwed up less with you.

Marti: Well... maybe this was always more of a home for you.

Rei: ...would you ever want to get out?

Marti: What?

Rei: It’s just... you’re really smart--there’s probably a lot of places you could do really well in. I dropped off because I lost the dragon but... I think we should have a choice, right?

Marti: ... *glances off* I... I have to do this. This is how I can set things right.

Rei: Well... yeah, but there’s a whole world we’re fighting for-- I just hope you get the chance to see it for yourself.

---

Marti: *sits down next to Rajeev* ...

Rajeev: ...

Marti: Everything going alright?

Rajeev: Am I in trouble?

Marti: ...we don’t talk a lot outside of missions, and that’s on me. I keep assuming you’re okay because you’re always cheery compared to your brother, but I realize...I should actually take the time to check in with you.

Rajeev: *staring*

Marti: ...You’re not in trouble.

Rajeev: *hard exhale* Oh thank god.

Marti: And... I should thank you.

Rajeev: Me? *snort* That’s--

Marti: I get focused on the mission, but you keep the team relaxed and optimistic, and most of all, safe. That makes you really important, and we should give that, and you, credit more often.

Rajeev: *staring*

Marti: So... *clears throat* Thank you.

Rajeev: *slightly more intense staring*

Marti: Anyway, if you don’t have any like... commentary at this time, like, I mean, questions or constructive criticism--I mean you can text me on the comms if you think of anything later, I’m team leader, I have to keep the channels open and--Rajeev--you don’t have to--*gets hugged* eh--...okay.

Rajeev: You’re really important, too.

Marti: ...

Marti: *sniffles*

Rajeev: Are you okay--?

Marti: *thickly* I’m fine.

#spiderbyte kid #Jack morrison has made a lot of mistakes but Marti being his favorite is not one of them #fankid ensemble #follow for more gency kid facts #symmarah kids #yeehan kid

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Wolf 359 Season 1 Episode 4 - “Cataracts and Hurricanoes”

[intro music]

Welcome to Wolf 359.

Eiffel: Hello, dear listeners. This is Communications Officer Douglas Eiffel. Recording from the USS Hephaestus Station.

[music begins: Also sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss]

Eiffel: Today, however, I don’t speak to you from the plebian confines of the comms room.

Eiffel: No. Today I come to you direct from the final frontier. From the realm of the Alpha, and the Omega. Today I am recording... from outer space!

Eiffel: There are no words to describe the experience. To stand upon the firmament. To gaze upon a star, as an equal. Today, I am not unlike the gods. When once you have tasted space flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long, to-

[open intercom buzz, music ends]

Minkowski: For Christ’s sake, Eiffel. Could you please get a move on?

Eiffel: [under his voice] Really, she couldn’t have held on for a few more syllables?

Eiffel: Sorry Commander, didn’t mean to enjoy the majesty.

Minkowski: When I agreed to lend you the spacesuit, there was a strict “no tomfoolery” clause, remember? Now hurry up and realign the satellite dish already.

Eiffel: ... And there goes the majesty. Ten-four, Commander. Realigning now. You at the comms station?

Minkowski: I’m here. Remind me again why we’re doing this?

Eiffel: I’ve been picking up traces of signals all week long, but I haven’t been able to zero in on them. I might be able to get a clean reading if I just adjust the instruments, but I need someone with actual hands to help me calibrate. I’d ask Hilbert to do it, but he’d probably get bored and turn my consoles into a nuclear bomb, then forget to tell me about it. So that leaves you. Give that a shot.

[long static noise]

Eiffel: I actually think that made it worse. Let me try the opposite direction, see if that does anything.

Minkowski: Hurry up. You’re not exactly... trained for this.

Eiffel: Would you relax? I’ve got an air supply for the next hour and a half, and I’m tethered to the ship. And these mag-boots are keeping me superglued to the hull. It’s not as Star Trek as that jetpack thingy you use, but we’re plenty precautioned right now. Hera? Could you please reassure Commander that I’m fine?

Hera: All systems in Officer Eiffel’s suit are working nominally, and his temperature and heart rate are both within acceptable parameters.

Eiffel: ... Which means I’m fine?

Hera: Which means he’s fine.

Eiffel: [brightly] Thank you, Hera! Give that a try, Commander.

[long static noise, slowly transitioning to music: Chinese Blues by Moore and Gardner]

Eiffel: Oh, yeah! Hera, you picking this up?

Hera: Loud and clear.

Eiffel: Let’s see if we can lay down some track for this. I might finally get that mixtape started.

Minkowski: Would you quit clowning around and get back inside?

Eiffel: Please Commander, if this doesn’t call for an air guitar solo, I don’t know what does. Now hold on, let me tinker more. I might be able to get this thing to pick up HBO.

Minkowski: Eiffel.

[music stops, klaxon blares]

Hera: Attention! Radiological alert. Attention! Radiological alert.

Minkowski: Dr. Hilbert? Please tell me that’s something you’re doing.

Hilbert: Negative, Commander. Not engaged in any experimental conditions at the moment. It’s the star.

Hera: Radiation levels are rising throughout the station. Class four radiological storm imminent.

Minkowski: Eiffel, get the hell inside.

Eiffel: What’s the big deal? Been like a hundred flares since we got here. I can take a little noon-day sun.

Hilbert: The interior of the Hephaestus is strongly shielded against the effects of radiation anomalies, but the hull of the ship is open to exposure. Just the increase in solar wind from the storm will be enough to cause major fluctuations to the magnetic fields around your –

Eiffel: Okay okay, got it. Class dismissed. Hera, I’m headed back towards aft deck airlock two.

Hera: Copy that. ETA?

Eiffel: A minute to the hatch, another thirty seconds to –

[harsh static noises]

Eiffel: Um... is something going on with my suit? It sounds like I’m about to get a free round of shock therapy.

Hera: The elevated levels of radiation are causing some of your electrical systems to go offline.

Eiffel: Lovely. So what’s about to go kablooey? Navigation? Life support? Temperature regulation? Woah woah woah woah woah!

Hera: The malfunctioning system appears to be your magnetised footwear.

Eiffel: Oh really. I hadn’t noticed.

Minkowski: Are you still attached to the hull?

Eiffel: Negative, Commander. Man overboard, or whatever the space version of that is. Tether is holding, but I’m floating.

Hera: Officer Eiffel, remain –

[static noises]

Eiffel: Hera, I do not copy. Say again.

[static noises]

Eiffel: Mayday, mayday, mayday. Floating off structure. Trying to pull myself up the tether. How much time until the storm reaches our position? How bad is this thing going to be? Are we talking light showers, or cataracts and hurricanoes?

Hilbert: [through static] – our shield –

Eiffel: Do not copy, Dr. Hilbert. Say again.

Hilbert: [through static] – way to enga– any vision –

Eiffel: There’s too much interference! Again, how much time before –

[Loud explosion, followed by start of strong static and wind]

Eiffel: [screams] Oh god, my eyes! That was a bright flash – oh god.

Eiffel: Damn it. There are those rough seas I was promised. Hephaestus Station, do you copy? I am spinning. I have no control over my trajectory. Please, come in. Hephaestus? [under his breath] Come on...

Minkowski: – and meet me at the bridge, Dr. Hilbert. Officer Eiffel, do you copy?

Eiffel: Yes, now I copy.

Minkowski: What’s your condition? Are you stable?

Eiffel: Negative, Commander, everything’s Gimme Shelter out here.

Minkowski: Eiffel, none of us have time to figure out what that means. For once in your life, just speak plain English.

Eiffel: Really? Oh, a storm’s threatening, my very – Alright, fine. Things are awful out here. That plain enough? A little help would be appreciated.

[continuous warning beeps begin]

Eiffel: ...And we got a new problem! What’s going horribly wrong now?

Hera: Proximity alert. You’re on a collision vector with the aft deck solar panel. Do you see it?

Eiffel: Negative. No. No visual.

Hilbert: Upon impact, grab and hold onto panel. Only way to stabilise.

Eiffel: Impact?

Minkowski: You’re coming in fast, and you’re picking up momentum. It’s going to be bumpy.

Eiffel: Oh swell. Hera, how far am I from the panel? Can I get a countdown?

Hera: Can’t you just –

Eiffel: No, I can’t see it. I didn’t have my face shield down when the first flare hit and it blinded me. All I’m getting is white and some hazy shapes, so we’re gonna do this tag team style. Hera?

Hera: Calculating. Collision in 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

[impact]

Eiffel: [groaning in pain] Ah, son of a bitch!

Minkowski: Are you back on structure?

Eiffel: Negative, Commander. I was not able to hold onto the panel.

Hera: Officer Eiffel is moving away from the Hephaestus at a speed of thirty-five miles per hour and rising.

Eiffel: Alright, if anyone has any brilliant ideas, now would be –

Minkowski: Eiffel, are you –

Eiffel: [choking] – Fine, fine, Commander – [gasp] I just got to the end of the bungee cord. I... still can’t see. I think my right arm might be dislocated now, but... I’m stable. And not moving.

[warning beeps end]

[static and wind fade out]

Eiffel: Alright, now that things are quieter, how do you guys feel about pulling a U-turn on the ol’

Winnebago and coming to pick me up?

Hilbert: Our rudimentary propulsion system’s ability to correct for the stellar mass’s gravitational cycle is –

Minkowski: We don’t have the engines for a manoeuvre like that, Eiffel. We go where the star takes us. You have to pull yourself up the tether.

Hilbert: Expediency is of paramount importance. Stellar readings indicate a high probability of continued erratic geomagnetic anomalies over the next few hours.

Eiffel: I mentioned the arm, right? And, the blindness?

Minkowski: Look. Getting through those hundred feet of tether won’t exactly be pleasant.

Eiffel: A hundred feet? Jesus Christ.

Minkowski: But you have plenty of air, so just take it slow. Grit your teeth, and get through it, one step at a time.

Hera: Yeah... actually uh, Commander, that may not be a, um, completely feasible course of action.

Eiffel: Hera?

Hera: My instruments are detecting a rapid drop in the water supply levels of your suit’s cooling system. It’s... likely that your collision against the solar panel caused a leak.

Minkowski: Hera, there’s bigger problems than that right now. He’ll survive without a cooling system.

Hera: Um... no. No no, that’s not the problem, Commander... Scans also indicate humidity level within Officer Eiffel’s suit is rapidly climbing. The water is leaking into the suit.

Eiffel: Hera?

Hera: [sigh] Given your current weightlessness, um, the amount of water in the cooling system, the volume of the occupancy space within your suit, the –

Eiffel: Hera! Bottom line!

[pause]

Hera: The bottom line is that unless there’s a change in your conditions in the next few minutes, you’re likely going to drown.

[pause]

Eiffel: Drown?

Hera: But the important thing is not to pa–

Eiffel: I’m going to drown? In outer space? What kind of sense does that even make?

Hilbert: Officer Eiffel! Maintain your composure! Remember Pryce and Carter number four: conserve your –

Eiffel: Hilbert, I may well be dying out here, but I’m not gonna have one of the last things I hear be some crap from the survival manual! I’ve had enough dramatic irony for one day, thank you!

Hilbert: Listen. You need to stop yelling. Your breathing rate is too high for your current oxygen reserves.

Eiffel: [to himself] Right right right right right. Yeah okay. Limited oxygen, gotta stay calm. Gotta stay calm, okay. No yelling. No... yelling. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Minkowski: Hera. Timeframe?

Hera: Six minutes. With luck.

Minkowski: What airlock is closest to Officer Eiffel’s current position?

Hera: Aft deck number three.

Minkowski: Begin spacewalk prep there. Hilbert. Go down to the airlock. Connect two tethers together, then attach them to the restraint. It should be enough slack for me to reach him with my propulsion unit.

Eiffel: Is that your jetpack thingy?

Minkowski: Yes, Eiffel, that’s my jetpack thingy!

Hilbert: Commander. I... cannot recommend this course of action. Risk of continued electromagnetic anomalies is still very high. This rescue mission places your life in unacceptable risk. For the greater good of the crew, I must request –

Minkowski: For the greater good of the crew, I am going to pretend that this line of thinking was never even insinuated, Doctor. Aft deck airlock. Now.

Hilbert: Aye, commander.

Minkowski: Eiffel, I’m coming to you. How are you doing?

Eiffel: Um, acceptable. I’m starting to feel the water from the leak though. Still making my way up the tether. Only... Hera?

Hera: Ninety-four feet.

Eiffel: That much to go.

Minkowski: Keep at it.

[airlock cycles]

Minkowski: Hera, I’m outside the station. What is Officer Eiffel’s approximate coordinates from my position?

Hera: Twenty-three degrees ecliptic north, seventeen degrees left to east. Four minutes of acceptable water-to-air ratio remaining.

Eiffel: [sarcastically] Thank you, Hera. Commander, can you see me?

Minkowski: Negative. No visual contact. Can you flash your work lights?

[switch clicks]

Minkowski: Still nothing. Beginning an approach trajectory towards your coordinates.

Eiffel: [slightly strained] Not to alarm anyone or anything, but [spluttering] things are getting kinda touch-and-go in here.

Minkowski: Doing what we can. Hera, distance?

Hera: Seventy feet and closing, Commander.

Minkowski: Flash your lights again.

[switch clicks]

Minkowski: Still no visual contact. Hera, can you do anything to refine –

[klaxon blares]

Hera: Attention! Radiological alert. Attention! Radiological alert. Stellar flare imminent.

Eiffel: Uh...

Hilbert: Commander! Permission to speak freely!

Minkowski: Permission denied, Doctor. Eiffel, is there anything you can do to give me a sense of – wait, flash your lights again.

[clicking of switch]

Minkowski: Got you! Beginning intercept vector... I should be at your position in a few moments.

Eiffel: [strained] Faster would be better.

Minkowski: Just be ready. I don’t exactly have brakes on this thing. Approaching. Should be at your position in... 3, 2... Damn it!

[static noise begins]

Hilbert: What? Did you get him, Commander?

Minkowski: Negative, Doctor, I was off by a few feet, I went past him. Turning around now to try to s– [through static] – be more than a few seconds. Eiffel, are you ready?

Eiffel: Wait, Commander. What? Did not copy. What are you – [coughing fit]

[long silence filled with static]

[Eiffel gasps in a deep breath and coughs]

Minkowski: Easy. Easy. Easy. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re in Dr. Hilbert’s lab.

Eiffel: [weakly] Hilbert’s... lab?

Minkowski: Deep breaths. You’re okay, we got you. Hilbert’s relocated your arm and he says your vision should be back to normal in a few days.

Eiffel: I’m... alright?

Minkowski: Well, you’re still you, so... Eh? But you’re not in any medical danger. Although, Hilbert did have to resuscitate you. So you now qualify as undead.

Eiffel: [chuckles weakly] Ah, god damnit, don’t make me laugh. My lungs are barely holding together as it is.

Minkowski: Take it easy. Rest up. You should be alright.

Eiffel: Commander. Thank you.

Minkowski: You’re welcome. Just... promise me you won’t push your luck like that again any time soon? Like in this lifetime?

Eiffel: [coughs] Scout’s honour.

[door opens and closes]

Eiffel: [sigh of relief]

Hera: Officer Eiffel?

Eiffel: Hey, baby. Did you miss me?

Hera: I’ve been keeping track of your vital signs and biological readings since Commander Minkowski brought you on board.

Eiffel: ... Because you missed me?

Hera: ... Because I missed you. [pause] I have something for you.

Eiffel: Oh?

Hera: Yes. It’s not much, but I thought it might make you feel a bit better.

[music begins and plays to the end: Chinese Blues by Moore and Gardner]

Eiffel: [chuckles] Thank you, Hera.

[outro music]

This has been Wolf 359, written and directed by Gabriel Urbina. The roles of Eiffel and Hilbert were played by Zach Valenti. The role of Minkowski was played by Emma Sherr-Ziarko. And the role of Hera was played by Michaela Swee. Original music by Alan Rodi, and audio recording by Jared Paul. Tonight’s space transmission was Chinese Blues by Moore and Gardner. Also featured on tonight’s episode was Also sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss. Wanna learn more about deep space rescue mission procedure? Visit at wolf359.fm, or follow us on Twitter at @Wolf359Radio for more information on our show.

Transcription by @saltssaumure.

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"I love you!" He disappears up the ramp and takes off a few moments later for Coruscant's Palace.

When he arrives, he goes through a strict process of security scanning, which he thankfully passes without issue. He receives a badge, a jacket for the colder portions of the palace, his own datapad, and an Imperial-issue comm as well, programmed with the numbers of every important person in the Empire.

A scroll through the comm and a skim of the contact list reveals several names that will be beneficial. Nala Se. Royce Hemlock. Cody. Boba Fett, as he's also infiltrating as the top bounty hunter for the Empire. Wilhuff Tarkin. Orson Krennic. Scorch, Crosshair, the Inquisitors- everyone he could possibly ever need.

If he gives these numbers to Rex, will he be able to track everyone? That could be helpful in the long run. Unless he has to turn this comm in at the end of each day. That could also be the case.

He knocks on Vader's office when he arrives, smiling as Vader opens the door. "Hi."

"Who are you?" Vader blinks. "Are you lost, Cadet?"

Ruhn blinks back. "Oh- no! Dad it's me," he whispers, "Just- mom is making me wear a face thingy for security purposes."

"Oh. Hi," Vader grins, letting him come in. "I... set up a space for you," he gestures to the desk he made to look just like his own, with a computer, and places to set his other devices. "I thought you might like your own sturdy place to work."

"Thanks!" He moves over and quickly starts to put everything down.

Vader notes his lunchbox and points to it, "Did your mom pack you lunch?"

"Yeah," Ruhn beams, "She's really good at that- always makes sure I have plenty of food. Will... I be eating with you? Or do I have to report to the mess hall for that?"

"To remain most subtle, I think we should have you eat in the mess hall for now," Vader nods. "The Cadets all have a lunch break at the same time, and I'm almost certain the people they work for will want time without them."

"Okay cool- that's okay, we have plenty of time," Ruhn shrugs. "And it's only half an hour anyway. We have the whole rest of the program time to be together."

Ruhn only has about twenty minutes to settle in and familiarize himself with the Imperial networking before he and Vader launch into busy day. He takes notes for Vader at trade route meetings, conference calls with Senators, and even helps him with reminders and things of that nature when a member of the Imperial military comes to submit a mission report.

"Why do they report to you, if Cody is like their... well he's still Marshal Commander." Ruhn asks.

Vader nods, "Correct- but I like to have the copies as well, especially since I still closely deal with the clone program."

"Have... you made more?" he asks carefully.

"Yes," Vader nods. "There is... new testing, going on. I'm not quite sure of the scope of the testing, but it is happening. And growing quickly. Hence, Hemlock also needing a Cadet from this program."

"I don't like him," Ruhn admits.

"Neither do I."

"Then why does he work here?"

Vader raises a brow. "Some things are still beyond my control. It is above me- it's in Sidious' hands. He needs it for his own special program, it has nothing to do with the Imperial military. We've been outsourcing to volunteers who want to be a part of the Empire. Clones are going into retirement."

Ruhn shakes his head. "But... why? And- is Cody... is he still chipped?"

"Cody is not." Vader confirms. "But some are. Scorch is Hemlock's main helper- he is still chipped."

"What about Crosshair?"

"Crosshair... he- that's more complicated."

Ruhn frowns. "But you won't get into it, will you?"

"Not today." Vader shakes his head. "Maybe a different time. Do you have the meeting notes for me? From earlier today?"

"Yeah-" Ruhn pulls them up and forwards the to Vader's datapad. "There you go. I organized them and color-coded and everything. Labeled meeting times too. I... should probably go to lunch now." He stands, ready to leave with his lunchbox.

"Wait," Vader stops him, "I'm the fucking face of this Empire- and I say you can stay for lunch. I want non-business time with my son, and I'll deal with anyone who tries to punish you for staying," he says softly.

Ruhn smiles and sits back down. "Okay, yeah. I uh- I gotta call my mom though. She wanted me to just do check-ins."

"That's alright. I'll be quiet, I promise. Or we can act like she's... just a random mother and I can brag about you," he winks.

"Oh," Ruhn laughs, "Well I guess you could do that, yeah. Have to put your helmet on though."

"I know. That's alright." Vader shrugs. "I'd like to speak to her anyway."

Ruhn nods and dials your extension as he unzips his lunch bag, putting you on speaker again. Next to him, Vader slips his helmet on in anticipation of speaking with you.

“Hi baby,” I answer as I sit at my own desk, filling out my reports, “how are you doing, bug?”

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babblydrabbly · 3 years

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A Dash of Truth (Rick Flag x Reader) Fluff

Pairing: Established Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, Harley Quinn, Boomerang, Blackguard.

Warning(s): Drugs. Drinking. Language. Canon-typical violence.

Wordcount: 1.5k+

[ A/N: Here's a quick fic iterating how much I love simp!Rick Flag. ]

@lacontroller1991 @lorecraft @green-socks

Rick gets dosed with a truth serum on a mission. You also happen to be dating him— In secret. The squad will never let you live it down.

"Shit— What is this?" You try to read the label on the bottle half shattered all over the floor. Rick groans as you shoulder as much of his weight as you can.

"Flag." You take his chin in your hand, shaking him a little as he comes to again. "Rick."

"Fuck me." He slurs painfully, eyes prying open. You're relieved but still wary. Running footsteps approach as Harley and Boomer make their way to you from across the destroyed lab.

"Hey, mission accomplished." Boomer grins, holding up a hard case containing the chemical assets you'd all been looking for.

Harley nods to Rick. "Lookin' a little loopy there, Flag."

"He got hit with something. I think it might be poison." You say. Harley comes over to Rick's other side, and the two of you manage to get the hulking man back on his feet. He blinks around, swaying.

"And we're not done." You remind them. "Waller wants this shit hole gone gone. No traces, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." Harley waves you off. She's still studying Rick. When she pokes him in the chest, he shifts his head toward her, almost drunkenly. "You dyin', Colonel?"

"'M fine." He mutters.

"Guess you're the boss now, boss." Boomer shrugs at you.

When the four of you meet up with the rest of the team, you leave Rick to recover while you oversee the members setting up the charges around the building. When that's done, you update Waller over the comms; As far as suicide missions went, you felt lucky this one was going as well as it was, Rick's state aside.

"Over and out yet, boss?"

You roll your eyes at Blackguard. "Not you too."

You snort at the nickname. You spent most of your time as second in command— You'd be glad when the others wouldn't have to defer to you anymore.

"Show some respect, Hertz." Rick says. He's standing on his own again, a little more aware but still affected. "She's not just your team leader— She happens to be my fuckin' everything."

You freeze, gripping the shoulder strap of your rifle. The other squad members fall silent; Harley's the one to break out into a big diabolical grin first.

"...What did’ya just say, Flag?"

He throws her a look, as if what he said wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "[L/n] and I—"

"Flag." You snap quickly, removing your comms device from your ear. You flush when you hear the snickers from around the circle. "You're dosed with something. —He's delirious." You try to cover.

He frowns at that. "Nope. Just comin' out with it."

"I fucking knew it!" Harley squeals.

"Fuck!" Blackguard glares at Boomer. "There goes twenty fucking dollars."

You tear your eyes away from Rick, "Excuse me?"

"Oh come on," Harley says, slinging her arm around you. "I was bettin' on you two."

"What is there? A fucking pool?" You say, exasperated, and when the others only exchange glances you deadpan.

"Alright." You bark. You place your earpiece back in and wave everyone off to disperse. "We leave in five."

"Love it when you take charge, hun." Rick grins when he saunters up to you. You'd smack his side if he didn't look so honest as he says it.

You huff. "I don't know what got into you, but you're gonna regret it later."

Hiding your relationship was never a question when the two of you had gotten together just a few months ago. The years of flirting before that had been a secret too. You had agreed— It was better this way.

"Don't know about that. Feelin' pretty good."

You arch a brow, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," He agrees, "Always wanted everyone to know you're mine."

Snorting again, you gently push him away. Rick grasps your arm as he aims his enamored expression at you.

You don't think when a spray of bullets eat at the concrete wall behind Rick— Tackling him to the ground, you bring your rifle up to return fire, your body planted squarely in front of him. Rick sits up dizzily behind you.

A second wave of lab personnel floods the room. You cover for Harley as she runs at them, shouting over the comms for everyone else to fall back. Another sniper up in the rafters takes aim at you, and you hit him square in the eyes first, sending him tumbling over the side. You startle when Rick let's out a whoop.

"That's my fuckin' girl." A hand comes up from behind you, smacking you on the ass.

"Oh my god." You mutter. Through your eyepiece, you can see Boomer doubling over with laughter, even as he beats the shit out of some grunt. Your face reddens.

"Rick, baby. I'm gonna need you to keep your hands to yourself right now." You say patiently. More laughter over the comms. You were glad the rest of the team was getting a kick out of your utter embarrassment.

"I fucking love you."

You take your finger off the trigger and turn around.

You stare at him, the cacophony of shouts and gunfire falling away for a moment. You search Rick's face, wondering just how much of him is actually present right now.

"...I'm going to let that one go, given your... state."

Rick simply smiles, leaning back on his arm as he lies there beside you. "You could. But I meant it, [Y/n]."

It takes another thirty minutes to get out of the lab without losing anyone on the squad. The eight of you in total hot wire a few cars and drive out of the underground facility just as the charges go off, leaving a collapsed sinkhole in your wake.

There's one stop within a hundred miles of the place, and for your band of criminals the shitty bar they convince you to stop at might as well be the Bellagio. You order them a few rounds as you wait for Argus' pickup.

"You break anything and I break your fingers." You threaten Boomer and Blackguard who've picked up pool cues. You slide into the booth beside Harley, handing her a another shot of tequila. For Rick, you slide over a tall glass of water.

"Y'can't tell me they don't have Heineken." He grumbles, taking the water anyway.

"There's no fucking way I'm letting you drink while you're poisoned or gassed or whatever the hell happened." You chided. You sip from a glass of water yourself. Someone had to stay in command.

Rick leans back against the wall, his large body taking up the entire side of the booth as he shoots you a sly grin. You roll your eyes again, biting back a smile.

"What?" You ask him.

As if deciding something right then and there, Rick picks up his glass and takes his time with a swig first.

"'M gonna marry you one day." He says softly from across the table. For the second time that night, you blink at him, knowing that what he says is the truth, serum or not. Cheeks warming again, you duck your head, willing yourself not to grin as widely as your mouth wants to in that moment.

From the corner of your vision, Harley slides further into view, her chin in her hands. She's looking at you with shining eyes, the tequila already hitting. Hard.

"You guys are so fucking cute." She sighs. She lays her head down on the sticky table, a forlorn look crossing her face. You pat her on the back.

"It's just the poison talking." You tell her. Rick opens his mouth to object, but you raise your other hand, warning him off. Harley sighs again.

"Yeah. Sodium pentothal."

You stop comforting her.

"Huh?"

Harley pulls a vial of clear liquid out of her jacket pocket, tossing it on the table. "Sodium pentothal. I passed a fridge with a batch of it back in the lab, 'n one of the bottles was missin'. Guy that ran the place looked like he was workin' on his own recipe. I got your boytoy some of the antidote."

You snatch up the vial. "Harley!"

"What!" She cries, "I can't live through your little boyfriend-girlfriend drama for five seconds??"

"Oh my god, Harley."

She grins, clearly drunk now. Between her and Rick, you don't know who looks more out of it.

"It's an oral antidote, by the way. Sorry to disappoint."

You huff, putting the vial away in one of your vest pockets.

Rick arches a brow. "You're not gonna give me the cure?"

"In a bit." You say, grinning. "I kinda like you like this."

"'S what I'm saying!" Harley slurs.

Rick chugs the rest of his water and pries himself out of the vinyl booth.

"Where do you think you're going, Colonel?" You stand up with him, crossing your arms.

He lifts a shoulder, dropping it with a smirk. "Don't need you on truth serum to know what you're thinkin'."

"And what am I thinking?"

He pretends to consider it. "You wanna take me into that bathroom you were eyein' by the bar back there... See just what little of a filter I got left." He grins.

You scoff, blushing.

Well— he wasn't wrong.

Rick takes you by the waist with both his large hands, openly swaying to the music on the jukebox on the other side of the room.

"Let's go, Cap'n." He leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. His warm breath makes you shiver. He mouths at your earlobe, tongue darting out to swipe at the patch of skin beneath it for all of the squad to see. Your hands fly up, gripping the front of his uniform with a gasp.

He grins against your neck.

"You can give me the antidote when you're done with me."

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cjjohansson · 3 years

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YOU'RE IT FOR ME

SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.

supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff

angst/fluff.

fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.

As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.

However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”

“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.

“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.

“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.

Meanwhile

you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.

You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.

You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.

Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.

You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.

“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.

To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.

Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.

“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.

“Yes”

They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.

“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.

Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.

The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.

“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.

“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.

“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.

“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.

“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”

Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.

“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.

“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”

“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.

“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.

“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?

“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”

“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.

“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.

You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.

“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.

You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.

The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.

“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.

“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Your Fate | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You accept your fate to save Bucky and Sam.

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You, Sam & Bucky were called in on a mission. You and Bucky were currently on the roof of a high rise, fighting the bad guys. Sam was flying around fighting off the other guys on a nearby high rise building.

You grunted as you took a hit to the stomach, “Bucky we’re about to be out numbered, we need to get out of here!” You kicked the guy from you, swinging around to hit another.

“I know!” Bucky kicked another guy, sending him flying off the building. What he didn’t see was the other guy coming from behind him gun trained on Bucky’s head.

“Bucky!” You launched yourself at the guy, taking him down before he could shoot. The two of you rolled around on the ground taking turns getting punches in. You finally got a good kick to the guys stomach and he fell off the side of the building.

You quickly stood up, readying for another fight, but Bucky had took down the last one.

“Thanks for that back there.”

You shrug and take a deep breath, “I got your back.” You smiled at him and he returns the smile.

“Drinks on me tonight?”

“hell yeah.” Sam says through the comms as he picks up one of the guys and tosses him off the other building before flying toward you guys.

“Oh yeah.” You nod with a laugh. The calm moment is cut short as the man you thought you’d thrown off the building pulled himself back up and wrapped his hand around your ankle and gave you a yank.

Your body fell off the side of the building with the man.

“y/n!” Bucky’s eyes are wide and he lunges for you, grabbing your hand just in time. “Hang on!”

Your body was dangling from the side of the building and the only thing holding you from falling to your death was Bucky. The man was holding onto your leg for dear life, trying to bring you down with him.

Both you and Bucky share the same panic and fright in your eyes, “Bucky!” You try to kick the man off you.

“Hang on!” About that time more of the bad guys enter the roof from the stair well. “Sam!”

“On it!” Sam goes after them, but he’s out numbered and a few get by him and head toward Bucky.

You let out a scream as Bucky’s grip loosens when the men attack. Bucky’s fighting one handed and you can see how this isn’t going to end well. But it can end well for one of you.

“let me go!” You yell out to Bucky, coming to the acceptance of it had to be you. You couldn’t take Bucky down with you. If Bucky let go of you, he could save himself and Sam, but if he held on to you, all three of you could die.

“No!” Bucky argues, looking down at you, “I’m not letting you go!”

You blink and a tear slips down your cheek, “You have to let me go!” You nod with a smile, “It’s okay.”

“No!” He cries out and you can see his eyes are glossy. He can’t lose you. You were the only constant thing in his life.

“I love you Buck.” You let your eyes flutter close, accepting your fate and let go of Bucky’s hand.

“No!” Bucky screams as he watches your body fall.

Both of your bodies break through the glass window of a building rolling along the floor at the impact of the jump. You two stop rolling and you’re left laying on top of his chest.

When you open your eyes you see those baby blues staring back.

“I got you.” Bucky’s eyes are wide and you can feel his chest heaving under yours, the adrenaline pumping through his body, “I got you.” He says it mostly to you, but also to remind himself, that he saved you; you were safe in his arms.

His hands slowly unwrap from your torso, coming up to hold your face in his hands, “You got my back, I got yours.”

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emcon-imagines · 3 years

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a real charmer

gif characters: Wanda Maximoff x reader words: 1624 summary: you’ve tried your best to hide your feelings for Wanda, but when you’re assigned together on a mission, the butterflies become hard to ignore... and you’re pretty sure she knows it a/n: I couldn’t resist writing some fluff for Valentine’s Day adfhjdfhajkf I hope you all had a good one I love you all very much and also happy one year of this blog!

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You hardly knew the day of the week, much less the date, each day of the mission blending into the next as you tried your best to adjust to the strange hours needed for surveillance, the late nights and the early morning wake up calls.

“It’s busy out,” you remarked to Wanda as you walked back to the hotel room that night, each of you clutching a bag of take-out in your hands and trekking through the thin layer of snow on the sidewalk. Your exposed hands were growing numb out in the cold, even as you tried to tuck them into the sleeves of your coat and continue holding onto your food. I should have worn gloves like she said. “Where did all these people come from?”

“Probably because of the holiday,” Wanda said, glancing at one of the restaurants as a peal of laughter escaped from inside, a couple opening up the front door.

“Holiday?” It took you a moment, and you felt the heat rising into your cheeks as Wanda laughed, watching you think.

“Valentine’s Day?” she finally reminded you.

“Oh, right,” you said, shrugging and trying to conceal your embarrassment, somehow just talking about the day itself made you freeze up in a way you didn’t around the others. “Somehow I thought February just started. That whole week before this mission was a blur.” Everything felt so easy around her. It’s only because we’re teammates. We work well together.

“This is us,” Wanda said, reaching out to grab you and steer you back to the door of the Airbnb, behind it a staircase that led to the studio apartment on the third floor. You had almost walked completely past it, the place hidden between a late-night café and a pub that had only just opened.

“I wonder how Steve and Nat are doing,” you said as you placed your food down to lock the door behind you before starting up the stairs. “They’re on watch tonight.”

“I’m dying for a full night of sleep,” Wanda said, ahead of you, ducking her head into her shoulder as she yawned and unlocked the upstairs door. “I’m just glad for that tonight.”

“I’ll probably stay up and listen in on the comms anyways.” You kicked your boots off on the mat inside and tugged off your coat, too tired to even hang it up and instead tossing it over one of the chairs. “Might be something interesting.”

“Uh-huh,” Wanda said, like she didn’t quite believe you. “One hour. One hour and you’ll be asleep.”

You sat down on the floor, back up against the bed and cracked open the plastic container of fried rice, before rummaging through the bag to pull out the two crab rangoons you had gotten on the side. Not even using a plate, you bit into one, savoring the fried goodness. “Sleep is for the weak. You know, as the strongest Avenger... shit.” You looked down at your shirt, where filling from the crab rangoon had fallen. “Shit.”

“You were saying?” Wanda asked, sitting down across from you, passing you a napkin before you even asked. She looked around the small Airbnb, taking it all as she ate, looking out the window behind you, where the city lights appeared almost frozen in the chilled air outside. “Well... Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said, and as you dabbed at your shirt with the napkin, you realized that her eyes were on you.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, laughing. “What a way to spend it.”

“Rude,” she said, completely deadpan, causing you to look and see the twinkle in her eyes. “I’m kidding.”

“I meant the fact that we’re stuck on a mission! Not because--”

“--you’re stuck here with me?” Wanda asked, clicking her tongue as she opened her water bottle and cocked her head with an easy smile. “Has anyone told you what a charmer you are, y/n?”

“All the time,” you said, pushing down the butterflies in your stomach, the way she was looking at you making you feel pinned down to the spot, unable to move. Lightheaded, even. “Yeah, had tons of dates lined up back in New York before this mission came up.”

“Mm. Sure.”

The conversation moved on and you relaxed again, back into the normal, joking persona you used to deflect any other feelings you may be having. You discussed the mission, movies that you loved, the tiny dog you saw on your way back to the apartment, Tony’s faux pas in the meeting the other week, the two of you laughing as you recalled Steve’s expressions and Tony’s attempted recovery.

You leaned your head against the bed, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you tried to stop laughing and throw away the trash from your dinner, collecting Wanda’s as well and washing out the containers at the sink. “If they ever crack time travel, that’s the first place I’m going,” you said. “February 6th, 2016. Noon. The Avengers Compound. The conference room. Just to see that play out one more time.”

Wanda sat down on the bed, and even though you had shared a bed before (as teammates, we’re teammates) something felt different as she turned on the television and flipped through the channels while you finished washing up. You paused in the kitchen alcove, away in the dark, biting your lip as you stared down at the floor. It’s all in your head. Just act normal. You’re friends. Teammates. Nothing’s changed.

With an quiet sigh, you returned to the main area and changed into more comfortable clothes before opening up your laptop on the desk and tuning into Natasha and Steve’s comms. Avoidance. That’s what you did, that’s what you always did. You looked out the window as Wanda got changed for bed, the comms silent and the TV chattering quietly in the background, the lights going out one by one until the room was only illuminated by the television and your screen. You rubbed your tired eyes with your thumb and index finger and looked back at the bed to see Wanda watching you.

“Hi,” you said, though it came out more like a question.

“Hey,” she said, and the butterflies started again as time seemed to stop entirely. She lifted up the corner of the comforter, inviting you in. “I know you’re tired. I’m sure Steve and Natasha can handle whatever comes up just fine.” You looked back at the laptop, and just as you did so, it close with a click, red energy dissipating around you. Wanda laughed, and you glanced over at her shyly, more shy than you had even been in your life.

“I’ll rest, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” you mumbled, staring at the floor as you walked over to her and climbed in. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

“Probably because it is,” she replied, wrapping her arm around you and turning you to face her, Wanda’s hair tickling the side of your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

“Oh. Hi,” you said again, laughing, not sure what else to say, your brain completely shutting down. “Did you... did you read my mind earlier?” you murmured, lifting your head up.

“With you, I don’t have to,” Wanda said. “You’re not exactly subtle.” She smiled a little. “Even though I know you try very hard to be.” Her green eyes were wide, as if she had just asked a question and was waiting for an answer.

It only took you a second to answer, you closing the gap between the two of you as you kissed her, feeling her widening smile against your lips as she kissed you back, placing her hand on the side of your face, your cheek warm and tingly just from her touch.

Her kisses were slow, tender, as if you two had all the time in the world, tucked away on that snowy February night. When the two of you separated, both of you started giggling again, her laying back on her pillow and pulling you down with her, hand just below your ribcage and you curled up next to her. Her thumb rubbed gently near your lowest rib, back and forth, back and forth.

“I’m... not to change the subject like this,” she said, “but what the hell is that?” she said gesturing at the television, where some extreme lifestyle show was playing out, sending you two into another fit of laughter, the absurd late night program only adding to the strangeness of it all.

“You put it on!” you exclaimed, your head tucked just below her chin, her laughter coming from her chest and resonating in your head.

“Honestly? I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Well, don’t turn it off,” you said, yawning and shutting your eyes. “This is... absolutely riveting.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going to sleep,” Wanda teased, her hand combing through your hair as she placed another kiss to your forehead, causing your cheeks to flush again.

“Well, you trapped me, so I guess I have no choice,” you joked drowsily. “Guess I’ll have to sleep.” You opened your eyes, tilting your head to look up at her. “Um... Happy Valentine’s Day.” There was so much more you wanted to tell her, but for now it was all you could muster. “I’m glad I’m spending it with you.”

“Me too.”

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS One Shot #6 - No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm

Word Count: 2011

Warnings: Explosions, Gunshots, The Winter Soldier, Implied Death, Stevie Almost Crying

Setting/Characters: Towards the End of Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes; Mentions of Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola

A/N: This one took me a while to write and I’ll tell you why. Rewatching this movie made me want to do a complete rewrite of it. I had so many ideas of where the reader could be and why and what she was doing then and all that. But…I told myself this is a One Shot of her unofficially meeting Bucky for the first time. Which is why it seems incomplete - because it kinda is - it’s just that scene picked from the movie. Am I happy with it? Eh. Am I holding back from writing more parts and just saying “forget this piece, it never happened”? Maybe. But, I can’t. I wish I could. But if I were to rewrite this movie, I’d rewrite the next one. And the next one. And it would take me months to finish these. So…this is what you’re getting.

Also, NO ONE MENTION WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN A COUPLE HOURS! I’M THIS CLOSE TO FREAKING OUT!

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Sitting on the edge of the old dam was calming. Peaceful, even. The constant sound of the flowing water, the trees swaying in the slight breeze. It was nice to take a breath after everything that had gone down the past week.

To say you were worried was an understatement. The last time you saw Steve was the evening after you met Sam. He dropped you off at your place, refusing your invitation to stay saying that he should probably check on his apartment since he hadn’t been there in a while.

A lot had changed since then.

Steve was wanted by SHIELD, along with Natasha. Fury was considered dead, but was actually still kicking in the structure beneath your feet with the help of you and Hill. You had tried to go after Steve, but it was too risky. Pierce - who you were almost 100% certain was behind this whole thing - had been keeping a close eye on you since Steve ran away, knowing you’d be behind him. You tried to catch the blonde at the hospital, but you were seconds too late, meeting up with Natasha who told you STRIKE already took him away for questioning.

You had been called by Hill and she told you what had happened. Fury had asked for your help specifically, considering the amount of times you’d had to fake your own death while being undercover. And you’d been dealing with that ever since.

You had wanted to go get the three of them - you learned Sam joined Steve and Natasha, which somehow didn’t surprise you - but Hill refused, saying you needed to stay there just in case.

But Fury was fine, no one was coming, which is how you found yourself swinging your legs above a hundred feet of rushing water.

It didn’t last long. A car pulling up to the side entrance caught your eye and you immediately swung your legs around to rush towards the stairs. It’s not like you haven’t gone longer without seeing Steve before. You’d gone months without seeing him. It was your job. But this was different. Whether it was because for the first time he was the one who left or because he was on the run from the organization you worked for, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you needed to see him. Make sure he was okay.

It took you a while to get there, all the stairs and corners and twist and turns. You got there just as Fury ended his explanation, hearing him tell the trio, “can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides…I wasn’t sure who to trust.”

Your footsteps were echoing and you were sure Steve heard you but when you entered the room, his eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening. “Honey?”

“Oh thank fucking God.” You breathed out, jogging over to squeeze him tightly.

“Y/N…” He murmured in your hair, hugging you tightly back. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Pulling back, you jerked your thumb over your shoulder to the director. “I’m saving his ass.” Your finger then jabbed into his firm chest, your lips falling into a frown. “And worrying about yours. Are you okay?”

“I am. Natasha got shot, but she’ll live.”

You looked over at Natasha, who nodded in confirmation, before looking back into those azure eyes of Steve’s. “What happened? Pierce is keeping a tight lid on everything. I was gonna come find you, but I couldn’t because he was watching me. It’s a miracle I got away from them to help Nicky boy. I haven’t gone out since. But, honest, I was gonna-”

“Honey, honey. You’re rambling again.” Steve chuckled, hand resting on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’ve been safe here. Pierce is behind this whole thing-”

“Yeah, I figured that-”

“-It’s HYDRA, Y/N.”

You froze. “What? HYDRA? Whaddya mean?”

Steve nodded. “HYDRA’s what’s been infiltrating SHIELD. It’s a long story, but Zola continued it when he was hired for-”

“Operation Paperclip. Yeah, I remember learning about that.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay…” You hummed, looking at the three of them. “Let’s…talk about it more in a little bit. I know we gotta act soon, but Natasha and Fury need to heal a little bit longer and you should get some rest. You look tired.”

Everyone seemed to agree with your statement, starting to disperse from the room. You started walking out, too, when Steve grabbed your bicep and pulled you aside, down the hall a ways away. You opened your mouth, only for him to pull you into his chest.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.”

You nodded, lightly scratching his back, your arms around his slim waist. “I’m glad you are too.” You could feel how tense he was, which was understandable considering what he’d gone through the past couple days. But there was something else. Something in the grip he had on your shirt. The way his heart was hammering against your chest. His erratic breathing and his ducked head. You pulled away to catch his jaw between your fingers, eyes scanning the anguish in his own. “Bubba? What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for him to answer, his eyes growing sadder with every second that passed. “It was Bucky.”

“What?” You felt like the air was knocked out of you. “What do you mean?”

“The Winter Soldier. The assassin who shot Fury. The one who tried killing us on the bridge. It was Bucky. It is Bucky. I saw him, Y/N. I saw his face. It’s him. He survived. When they experimented on him, it must’ve…God, I’m so…I didn’t even notice…I didn’t even check…I left him…” he shook his head, which fell to your shoulder. “Stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“No, no.” You shook your head quickly, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you twisted to kiss the hinge of his tense jaw. “It wasn’t your fault, Steve.” You mumbled softly, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. He fell thousands of feet, Stevie. You wouldn’t have found him even if you did.”

HIs grip on your hips tightened. “But I didn’t even try.” His voice broke on that last word. “And how could I not notice something going on with him? There were two years between being experimented on and falling. How-?” Voice catching in his throat, he stopped talking to stop himself from crying. You knew he hated crying.

“You can’t do anything about past Bucky.” You reminded him gently. “But you can help him now.”

“He didn’t even remember me.”

“Then make him.”

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To say you were pissed was an understatement. “I’ve been doing undercover stuff for years! This is a piece of cake!”

Steve shook his head. “You’ll be more helpful with Hill. You know more about Project Insight than me, Sam, and Natasha.”

“Bullshit, Steven! You just don’t want-”

“Honey, please.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as he gave you those fucking puppy eyes, his dumb pink lips stuck in a pout. Letting out a rather aggressive puff of air, you looked away. “Fine. But I hate you.”

He beamed and nodded. “I can live with that.”

“Okay.” You glanced at the others. “You all ready?”

“Let’s get these sons of bitches.” Sam stated, making the final adjustments to the wings.

Natasha gave a smirk. “As long as you are.”

Turning back to Steve, you raised an eyebrow, waiting for the captain’s orders. He nodded. “Let’s head out.”

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“There’s a problem on the flight deck.” Hill informed you, looking at the alert.

“Alright. I’ll-”

“Stay with Hill!”

You rolled your eyes at Steve’s voice through the comms. “Sorry, Cap. You’re breaking up.”

“I know I’m not, Y/N! I’m serious! Stay there!”

But you were already moving towards the flight deck. “I’m not gonna sit on my ass here, Rogers! Hill’s got it covered! I’m just gonna go check it out!”

“Honey-!”

“Bubba!”

The line went quiet and for a moment you thought you lost connection. “Please stay safe.”

You let out a sigh at his quiet pleads, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “That goes for you, too, Steve.”

By the time you got out there, most of the jets were in flames, pilots and crew members scattered around the deck. You scanned the wreckage, trying to find the source-

A gunshot made your head whip to the side. Found it. Or, more accurately, him.

He was standing on top of one of the jets, gun pointed down at the pilot that was sitting in it. Before he could slip in the cockpit, though, you took out your gun and fired at him. Even though you knew who he was, when he looked at you it made your blood run cold. It was confirmation - not that you didn’t trust Steve - but still. Seeing is believing. yet seeing the same eyes you’d seen sparkling up at you from pictures now staring you down, void of any emotion? It was hard to believe it was the same person.

“Oh shit. Bubs?”

“What?! What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

You took a couple steps back as the Winter Soldier, no. Bucky - Steve’s Bucky - strode towards you. “Uh…nothing, nothing. I just I, uh, found your Bucky.”

“Y/N, get outta there now! I told you to stay with Hill!”

“Fuck!” You dove out of the way as the assassin started shooting at you. “Now’s not the time for reprimanding, Steven!”

You tuned out his cursings so as to not get distracted when you became engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with the fucking Winter Soldier.

“Hi.” You grunted, ducking under his arm and throwing a kick at him, faking it at the last second. Except, he’d already grabbed your ankle. But you did kick him with your other foot. But…he didn’t really move and it made you fall back, so…fail. You let out a grimace when the wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t lay there for long as he moved to slam his foot down. You rolled out of the way, swinging your legs up to hit him in the back of the knee. “Nice to finally meet you.”

He growled as Sam exclaimed, “are you seriously chatting with him?”

“It’s mostly one sided - dammit!” The both of you had gotten on your feet again, and you tried hooking your left knee around his left shoulder to tug him down, but he had slammed you against a jet, your leg stretched in a very uncomfortable position as your free foot stood on your toes. He had his metal arm - which no one had informed you about and you were kinda salty about it - against your throat, his other hand coming up in a fist.

Bouncing on your toes a bit, you finally lifted your free leg up to knee him in the side of his face, making you wince slightly at the stretch and the burn in your left thigh, which was the only thing besides his metallic limb holding you up against the jet.

He stumbled to the side, throwing you by the leg on his shoulder. You went sprawling against the pavement, a hiss leaving your lips at the serious roadburn you no doubt just got. Sitting up quickly, not wanting him to get the upper hand, you let out a breath seeing him swiftly moving into the cockpit of the jet he just had you pinned against.

“Guys…he’s…heading your way…just a…heads up. Also…thank you. It was nice…to fucking know…about the metal arm…beforehand. I’m just gonna…rest here for a minute…”

“You’re not hurt too bad, are you?”

“No, Cap. No, just…gonna be aching for a while. Ugh…” Begrudgingly, you got up to your feet. “I think I’m gonna…go back and chill with Maria.”

“Told you so.”

“Shut up, finish your job, and don’t die, Rogers! And next time, please, for the love of God, mention the metal arm!”

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

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Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment." Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

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New Life Chapter 2

Grian yanked his comm out of his pocket and pulled up the player list. He needed to know if he was the only yellow life. He glanced over it and saw a mix of colors. Him, Jimmy, Scott, Ren, and Cleo were all on their yellow lives. He saw a smattering of light green names in the list (Impulse, Skizz, and Bigb). The rest were all a dark green.

“Why do we all have a different number of lives?” Ren asked in chat. Martyn’s response popped in. “I think it’s random this round. Probably a way to make it more interesting.” “You don’t all have four lives?” Lizzie asked.

Grian froze, hand hovering over the communicator screen. Lizzie had four lives. How did Lizzie have four lives? That shouldn’t have been possible. You got three lives, and then you permadied. Or at least, you were a ghost until everyone on the server bit the dust. Lizzie shouldn’t have gotten more. It wasn’t fair.

Bitterly, Grian forced a laugh out. Of course it wasn’t fair. Nothing about this curse of a server was fair. He should’ve been on Hermitcraft, pulling pranks and building an alleyway filled with magic. He wasn’t supposed to be here, shoved back into a horrific trial of life and death. It wasn’t fair.

A new message on his comm drew his attention back to the situation at hand. “Wait, do the different colors mean a different number of lives?” Mumbo asked “Yeah,” Tango said. “But the maximum number should be three.” “Lime green names mean that person has three lives,” Joel explained. “Yellow means two lives. Red means one life. Trust me, Mumbo. You don’t want to be on your red life.”

A chill ran through Grian, and quickly, he shut off the chat. He didn’t need to be reminded of crimes past. He needed to shift through his admin panels anyways, figure out what was different this time around.

He slumped against a tree, sliding to the ground as he entered command after command. Screen after screen of code appeared, most of it the same player code as always. But about twenty screens in, he noticed something strange in the list of crafting recipes. In the TNT recipe, where there should have been gunpowder, there was instead sugarcane. Grian whistled softly under his breath. That was a game changer. Explosives would be so much easier to get his hands on his own. He chose to ignore the idea that the new recipe would also make it easier for others to make the weapons.

He dug further into the code, and found a list of commands, most of which were disabled for all players, even the admin. But one jumped out at him. “Give life.” His eyes widened. Could they transfer lives between themselves? Was that why some players had more lives? He swore under his breath. With a mechanic like this, lives were the most valuable currency imaginable. Suddenly his eyes lit up as he realized that meant he could push himself back up to his green life. Maybe he could even gain more.

His mind began racing, sorting through and dismissing people he could scam out of lives. He couldn’t do anyone who was on their yellow life like him. They needed to avoid red lives at all costs. He should probably also avoid anyone on their green life, just in case. But given that everyone with a dark green life seemed to have four lives. Finally, he settled on Scar.

A knot of guilt nestled up in his chest, but he shoved it down. Scar would understand. He would probably be happy to five it in fact. Besides, Grian had already owed Scar a life. Scar could return the favor. Surely he’d understand. They were surviving. Putting Scar down to three lives wouldn’t really hurt him. Scar had survived into the late game with only one life. It would be fine. Before Grian could second guess himself further, he stood up and set off.

Scott dug into the ground, pickaxe breaking through the stone and leaving a small hole. He swung again, hair hanging down into his face. He brushed it away, but froze when he felt cold metal around his temples. Slowly, he reached up, hands curling around a thin circlet, fingers wrapping around thin spires of gold. He removed it and held it in front of his face. It was a thin gold crown, lightly tarnished. It was in near perfect condition, except for a small trace of dark red along the bottom of some of the spires.

Scott’s face fell, eyes clouding over, as memories filled his head. The sight of a small, broken body, an arrow pierced through the chest, a grave adorned with flowers and a small garden of poppies planted around it. Anger welled up in his chest. He reeled back and chucked the crown away from him. It clattered to the ground loudly, and Scott’s shoulders slumped in relief. Then, slowly, the crown began to dissolve into bunches of light. Then, they began to float off the ground and swirled around Scott. They settled into his hair, and hardened into metal once again. “No, no, no,” Scott muttered, yanking the crown off his head, and smashing it into the ground. He couldn’t do this again. The crown simply appeared on his head yet again, heedless of his wishes.

Suddenly, a soft voice drifted through the air, startling him. “Hello?” it called out. “Is everything alright?” “It’s fine!” Scott called, a bit more harshly than he meant to. “Are you sure?” the voice said. Then, Pearl appeared from behind a rock. “I heard something fall.” “Oh, yeah,” Scott said, forcing himself to sound fine. “Just dropped my pick. Nothing to worry about. Say...” he muttered, eyeing her wrist and the small dark green hearts embedded there. “Mind showing me your wrist? Wanna know how many lives you ended up with.” “Oh, sure,” Pearl said, cheerfully pulling up her jacket sleeve and proffering her wrist. Scott’s jaw dropped slightly when he saw the six hearts there. “You have six lives,” he muttered. “Yeah,” Pearl said sheepishly, pulling her sleeve back down. “I figured from everyone’s reaction to Lizzie and Mumbo having four lives, this much was unusual.” “Yeah,” Scott said. “Last time, we only had a maximum of three lives. You know...a deal might be in our best interest.”

Bdubs and Etho blocked up the entrance to their little cave. “Kind of glad I ended up with you,” Bdubs said. “If there’s anyone on the server I’d want as an ally, it’s you, Etho. And maybe Grian. I mean, he did win the game last time.” “I’m honored,” Etho said, pulling a small furnace from his pocket and tossing it to the ground. It expanded to a full size block, and Etho began to load it with fuel. “But you know I’m not actually all that powerful, right? I only survived last time because I got lucky. And even then, I died to something as pathetic as a fire. Don’t overestimate my abilities.” “Well, don’t sell yourself short,” Bdubs said. “You’re ancient. You know things about this universe that I’m pretty sure even some of the gods don’t.”

Etho opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, floating text appeared in front of his and Bdubs’ eyes. “1...” “What is the server doing now?” Bdubs asked. “I don’t know,” Etho said, the slightest hint creeping into his voice. “2...” “It’s counting down,” Bdubs said. “I noticed,” Etho deadpanned, loading the salmon he had caught into the furnace. “3...”

Across the server, the text read: “You are not the boogeyman.” But for Bdubs, bright red letters screamed, “You are the boogeyman.” What did that mean?

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