#PUT THE HUMAN SNATCH BACK ON PLEASE I AM COWARD

[manyblinkinglights]

I don’t bat an eyelash at furry nsfw with horsecock or dog cock or what have you, but for some reason as soon as you break out the dog pussy I’m like “What are you? Some kind of pervert?”

#I don’t mind accurate horse junk I think it’s really funny #so it’s not just ‘I HAVE that animal’ #like it’s all fun and games and let’s get accurate cowards until it’s a dog. Okay well all right #we’ve all got our lines in the sand #would not have expected mine would be here but apparently #ANYWAY THIS POST IS BECAUSE ACCURATE DOG PUSSY IS GETTING INCREASINGLY COMMONPLACE AND I DON’T LIKE IT #PUT THE HUMAN SNATCH BACK ON PLEASE I AM COWARD

[mmvalentine]

hey so i have a prompt request? feyre and rhys hooking up under the mountain, there's like not a lot of good fics for this so i was wondering if you'd write them please. maybe like hate sex and rhys CoN persona? thank you also you're writing is so great :)

I am very amused by how my mood affects my writing. When I was first sent this, I had just finished writing my starfall/ first kiss scene and the thought of my loves UTM was unbearable. Today I am angry at everyone and actually, kinky hate sex seems right up my alley... so cheers to us dear anon. Hold on tight.

Fuck You, Feyre Darling

I landed on the floor of my cell for what seemed like the thousandth time. My grazed palms caught the stone, and the rumble of the bars sliding closed vibrated in my bones. I pulled my knees into my chest, and just lay there, seeing nothing. 

There were nights that I had spent crying, and nights that I had raged. Today, I was just tired.

That is not to say, of course, that the despair was no longer there. It was just that my body was spent, and I was now too exhausted to feel anything at all. In some ways, it was such a relief, that I wouldn't have to drown in those emotions. In other ways, the emptiness stretched out like a desert and it swallowed me more completely than my feelings ever had.

I didn't care.

I couldn't tell you how much time passed, but at some point I became aware of Rhysand sitting against the wall, just watching me silently. Somewhere far away, I wondered why he was here all the time. Why anyone would spend a second of their free time in a vile little cell with me. And then I stopped caring again.

"Well," he said, "it's quieter. But I don't think it's better."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't ask. Rhys explained anyway. 

"I mean usually with you it's cry, cry, cry. My arm hurts, I miss Tamlin, the tasks are hard, blah, blah blah blah, blah. I have to say the silence is not an unpleasant change."

I glared at him, but couldn't quite muster the energy to say anything. He'd probably get bored and leave anyway.

"Of course, now I have no one to play with," Rhys went on. "I can't very well spar with myself, can I?" He eyed me for a minute, and I turned away again.

Rhys stood then, and wandered over to me. "Come on now, get up off the floor. You're not this pathetic." "I'm not pathetic," I said. "I'm just exhausted. Leave me alone." "No," was all Rhys said, and then he was picking me up under the arms and hauling me up. I had no strength to resist.

I swayed on my feet when Rhys finally had me standing. 

"What are you doing in here?" I asked him, my tired voice tripping over the words. I folded my arms across my chest to keep them from dangling at my sides. "I came to see you, of course." Rhys said. "Why, am I interrupting something? Are you entertaining?" He looked around the cell theatrically. "Are you hiding Tamlin somewhere in here?"

I said nothing.

"Oh, that's right," Rhys continued. "He's not here, he's never here, because all he does is sit back and watch you get tortured." Something hot lit in his eyes. 

"Hey," I said. "That's not fair. You know he's under Aramantha's thumb at the moment. She watches his every movement." "And what am I, a free bird?" Rhys argued, arms gesturing out wide. "And yet here I am. If you want something enough, you find a way. He's a fucking High Lord, what's he doing just sitting there?"

Anger flickered in my chest.

"Aramantha cut off his power," I said through gritted teeth. "Aramantha cut off everyone's power," Rhysand countered. "But I've been here, even Vanserra's been in. And where's your great love? If it were me, if I were the one who loved you, I'd be doing everything I could to help you. I'd spend every second trying to be near you. Aramantha be damned, I wouldn't care if she took my head off, at least I'd be trying to save you. Tamlin's a fool and a coward.”

Rhys started to turn away from me, but suddenly that small flicker blazed into a roaring fire. I slammed him back, far beyond caring that he was a high lord and my human girl arms were completely useless.

I must have caught him off guard, or maybe he just let me. Because he thudded back against the wall of the cell, eyes widening in surprise. Then, infuriatingly, a smile bloomed in the corners of his mouth. 

I hated him. In that moment, I hated him more than I had hated anything or anyone in my short life.

“Hit a nerve did I, Feyre darling?” he asked. “I’m not your darling,” I snarled. “And you’re wrong.” “Oh I’m wrong am I? Then do bring out your lordly love, show me where indeed you’ve been keeping him this whole time.”

And Cauldron damn him, I couldn’t. Couldn’t prove him wrong. But the idea that Tamlin could be here if he really, truly tried, was so intolerable that I didn’t dare consider it. Rather than have to answer him, I threw my fists into his chest, and I was shocked by how good the impact felt.

Rhys only grinned wider.

“What the fuck are you smiling at?” I demanded. Smug bastard. “You,” Rhys said. The picture of calmness. “Well I hate it,” I spat at him. “You look ugly when you grin.”

Rhys folded his arms. “Well now that’s just not true,” he said, and before I knew what I was doing I slapped him hard across the face. To see if I could wipe that stupid smirk off completely.

Indeed Rhys’ smile dropped, and cold satisfaction curled down my veins. But he didn’t move.

“Damn you, fight back,” I said. He didn’t move. His stillness infuriated me so much I just started pummelling him, my hands and elbows against his motionless torso. It was like fighting a mountain.

“Just... fight... back... you... fucking... prick,” I ground out between lashes. Rhys was a statue. “Fight back, do something,” I screamed, and to my deep frustration my voice cracked on the last word. A sob scraped up the inside of my throat, and finally, Rhys moved. 

In between one strike and the next, Rhys grabbed a hold of my flailing wrists and strode four steps across the cell, pushing me back until I was shoved up against the opposite wall. His hands pinned mine to the bricks.

For a second, Rhys stared down at me with utter fury, and it both scared and thrilled me. And then the next second, I couldn’t quite tell who moved first but his lips were on mine and we were snarling at each other with tongues and teeth. 

Anger now rolled off me like hot smoke, scorching my skin but heating my blood. I raked my nails down Rhys’ arms, as if I could shred his immaculate jacket. I tugged his shirt down, looking for bare skin, and clawed at his exposed collar bones, even as my neck strained to get closer. To kiss him deeper. 

Rhys responded by moving a hand to my throat, pushing me back but not squeezing hard enough to cut off my airway. Just enough that I couldn’t push back. Just enough that I could feel the wall pressing into the back of my head, and when I resisted against him he was unmovable. Rhys stepped forward into me, and now there was cold brick all the way down my spine and the backs of my legs, and Rhysand’s warm body all the way down my front. I lifted a foot against the wall for leverage, but Rhys had me pinned, and slowly he wrested control from me. 

The strangest thing was, the more he took over, the more relief I felt. My anger poured into him, and it didn’t feel like it was going to kill me anymore. So I moved the leg that was trying to push off the wall, and slid it up Rhys’ thigh instead. He didn’t hesitate, grabbed it and hitched it to his hip so he could grind his hips into me, and when I felt the hardness of him pressing into my lower abdomen, I gasped.

The movement broke the kiss, and Rhys pulled his face back only far enough to stare into my eyes. I read the questions that swam there, and couldn’t bear the answers.

So I just tilted my head back defiantly, and said, “Are you gonna fuck me or just stare at me some more?”

The world blurred, everything went dark and then we were in Rhys’ room. 

I wobbled, took a step back to steady myself and my calves hit his bed. Rhys’ arms tightened around my waist, so I didn’t fall. He growled low in his throat, and put his teeth on my neck.

The pressure and slight pain grounded me, and before the awful, intolerable thoughts could form again, I went for his lips and he responded with a hunger than took my breath away. I kissed him back, and sighed my relief against his tongue.

Then the prick laughed. 

I bit down hard on his lip, and was rewarded with a soft yelp. He landed a stinging slap across my backside, and as shudders rippled through me, my hands went for his belt. Whipped it out from its loops, only for Rhys to snatch it from my hands, fold it in half and press the leather to my mouth. I let him slide it between my teeth, and then his hands were gripping my hips and turning me sharply. Dragging me back to him, something hard now shoving against my ass as he palmed my breasts and a moan from somewhere in my stomach made its way past the belt in my bite.

Rhys’ left hand found my throat again. His right hand slid between my legs.

"Is this what you wanted, Feyre darling?” Rhys crooned. He took the belt from my teeth and looped it loosely around my neck. Like a collar. ��Still not your darling,” I spat, and then his fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants and my knees buckled. “Want to bet?” Rhys hissed. “Because your soaking wet pussy says otherwise.” 

Rhys moved his fingers all the way down and then back up the seam of me, and I couldn’t argue. Not when he started to circle my clit, and words died in my mouth. His hand tugged the belt a little tighter around my throat, and then he pushed two fingers into me and this time my moan was louder.

“That’s right, moan for me and show me exactly how you aren’t mine,” Rhys mocked. “Fuck you,” I gritted out, even as his fingers pumped inside of me and pleasure curled tight in my belly.  “With pleasure,” Rhys responded, and next thing I knew I was being bent over the bed, my pants yanked down over my backside and my hips tilted up sharply. I braced for the first pressure against my entrance, but instead another slap sang out over my exposed ass. I gasped in shock, and barely had time to register the sensation before I was smacked again.

“You know, I’m starting to think you rather enjoy a little pain,” Rhys said. I could hear the bloody smirk in his voice. “Yes,” I retorted. “You are a little pain.” Another slap, and the pain burst across my eyes. Along with a searing pleasure that had me writhing on the bed seeking friction.

“Oh trust me darling, there’s nothing little about me,” Rhys said, and then suddenly he was pushing inside me and fuck if every cell in my body wasn’t clamouring for more.

“Gods, fuck Rhysand,” I said, my lips moving without thought. “Rhysand?” he asked. Drew out and then thrust slowly in again. “Only my prisoners and enemies call me that.” His voice strained, as he landed deeper this time. “Sounds about right to me, Rhysand,” I managed to shoot back, swallowing my moan. So good. He felt so good. 

“Oh enemies, is it?” Rhys asked. He paused his movements, now seated right to the hilt. “Well, in that case.”

And then he threaded his fingers through the base of my ponytail and made a fist against my scalp, pulling my head back and fucking me hard while he had me by the hair.

The suddenness and roughness of the movement had me aching, and I could feel the bruises between my legs and where his fingertips now dug painfully into my hip. But the way my head emptied and spun was intoxicating, and I found myself arching my back to get him deeper, harder into me.

I didn’t even realise at first that the high pitched keening sounds I could hear were coming from me.

“I’ll fucking show you ‘Rhysand’,” Rhys was muttering as he pounded into me. “You don’t have to be my darling but you sure as hell are mine.”

My hands clenched in the bedsheets, and I wanted to argue but at this point I was too far gone. 

“I’d make you say it,” Rhys told me, “but I kind of like it that I can fuck you speechless.”

And then pulled me back up against him, and sucked my earlobe in between his teeth at the same time as one of his hands snaked down to rub against my clit. His other hand crushed my breast in his fingers, and this increase in sensation all over me had me free falling toward my climax.

“I told you you were mine,” he whispered, and then fucked into me so hard I fell forward again, and then I was coming with my hands planted on the bed and Rhys’ nails running down my spine.

I was only vaguely aware of Rhys pulling out of me and spilling his release over my lower back, as I collapsed onto the black satin sheets. The heat of it dripped over my skin.

And then it was whisked away as Rhys cleaned us up by magic, before falling on to the bed beside me.

We lay there, breathing in the dark for sometime. And then Rhys rolled over, pulled the belt from around my neck, and with an uncharacteristic gentleness, asked, “Would you like to stay here tonight?”

I knew it was a pointless question. Knew there was no way I could be out of my cell for a night without someone noticing. But more importantly, I knew I’d never give Rhys the satisfaction.

“I’d rather rot in jail,” I shot out, and Rhys just chuckled. “As you wish,” he said, and the the world tilted again and we were back in my cell.

I expected cold air to hit me, but instead I just felt warmth as I collapsed onto my hay pallet. My body felt spent, but this time in a good way, and I was surprised to find sleep right behind me.

“Good night, Feyre darling,” Rhys whispered, and then he was gone.

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Oooooh okay that was WAY too much fun but also now I gotta go write something fluffy as after care 😂 Thanks anon for that delicious prompt! Also gotta do a big ol shout out to the brain trust @asteria-of-mars, @feyrearcherons and @thehaemanthus for once again getting me over the line.

Now who wants to wear Rhys’ belt like a collar?

UPDATE: Part 2 by special request.

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[pure-kirarin]

«Forget me not» - Sabo x reader

Summary : Sabo comes back after a mission only to find out that Y/N died a few days prior to that. Nobody told him out of fear of destabilizing him.  Warnings: This is very angsty. Death. Tw. 

A/N: Feel free to skip this part. This piece is REALLY emotional to me. I wrote it in this spot (click :D) . Pink petals were falling on me as I cried and typed those world, putting all my pathos and angst into them. Then, suddenly, rain started pouring. Prepare your tissue paper and enjoy.

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You came into my life like a breeze, only to fade to dust.

Do I wish I have never met you ? Do I wish you have never came into my life if it was to leave me this way ? 

Am I this weak, am I a coward, am I an excuse for a human being ? 

If it meant that you didn’t die that day, away from my sight...

Then yes. I wish that our paths have never crossed.

Then you would be full of life somewhere, next to someone else...Someone else that isn’t me, but you would be breathing, the sun would be shining, my world would be turning, knowing that you, my sunshine, my universe, are alive. 

Maybe in another life, maybe in another dimension I would be able to make it up to you. To get on my knees and beg your pardon for not being there for you.

If only I could touch you, If only I could see your face, my angel, one last time. Just one time. 

If only. If only. If only. 

If only I have been there to save you. If only I have been there to hold you in my arms, to apease the pain you must have felt. To carry the burden off your frail shoulders. To hold your little hand in mine as you took your last breath. 

You left me without a goodbye, maybe because you knew that I would have died with you that day ? Maybe because you didn’t accept to say goodbye to me anyway ? How brave of you. How thoughtful. 

But this thoughtfulness is what is killing me today because I can’t see your sweet smile. Because I can’t kiss those soft lips, my nectar, the only thing that was keeping me alive.

Once again I wasn’t there. 

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« (Y/N) ! I am back ! That mission is finally done-- everyone, I am back. Where is (Y/N) ? Why is everyone here ? Why is everyone dressed up in black ? »

It was fall, the perfect season to die. The sky was clouded, the trees were shedding their leaves, ready to die and to be reborn. Sabo came back from a one month mission on a far island. The mission was conducted successfully, he was holding a flower bouquet, white lilies, your favourite flowers. What funest flowers, he always found your tastes a bit eerie.

The flower of chastity, the flower of death. 

But he wasn't aware at that time, he didn't know about the symbolism of these flowers just like he was ignorant of what tragedy has happened.

Everyone was in the hideout, Dragon, Ivankov, Hack, Karasu, Koala...Everyone but you. They were all dressed in black, as if they were mourning. A gloomy beam was floating around the castle, as if it was souless.

They looked at eachother, as if they were waiting for someone to talk, to say a word. Koala was the first to come closer to him. Tears started running down her eyes ;

« -(Y/N) won't be able to greet you Sabo...(Y/N) passed away two days ago...All my condoleances. »

At that moment, earth started rotating, he saw his whole world collapse, shredded into a myriad of lily petals. At first, nothing came out, not even a sound. Then came a laughter, a mad, insane laughter. Not one of disbelief, no, but one of refusing to believe. 

One of a man trying to fool himself. One of a man that smelled death but decided to be both blind and deaf.

« (Y/N) ? (Y/N) come one, I know that you are hiding haha. You can't be pranking me like this ! Koala, you almost got me here. Where is (Y/N) ? I really want to see her. »

The young woman pinched her lips, her voice was nothing but a long and painful sob ;

-Sabo...(Y/N) is not here anymore. She caught the red plague when we were on our way to the island. She...We couldn't do anything for her ! I am so sorry Sabo...I am so sorry... 

-Koala....He put his hand on her back in disbelief, then started shaking her, Everyone, come on say something ! She can't be dead. It's not true. She can't be dead.

Then, all I could remember was white, immaculate white, an omnipresence of white, a color that I was starting to hate. The same white of your favourite flowers, the same white that snatched you away from life. The same white enveloping the body of the dead. The white of the shroud.

And I could swear that I saw you, that I head your voice calling for me from afar.

« Sabo..Sabo... »

But it wasn't you.

His eyes were extremely heavy. His first reflex was to look for you next to him, but you weren't there. It was Koala.

« Thanks god. I had a terrible nightmare, Koala. »

He looked for something, anything in the big, blue eyes, he didn't know what he looked for, but whatever it was he didn't find it. She looked down and said ;

« I am sorry it wasn't a nightmare Sabo....(Y/N) left this letter for you. I..will leave you alone now..Please do call me when you need me, alright ? » She says with a gentle smile and closes the door behind her.

With shaky hands he takes the letter. He brings it to his lips like it's a substitute to your body. Your perfume was still on it. Your writing was cursive and shaky, he almost didn't recognized it.

« (…)

And from my ashes, I want to be reborn like a phoenix, my phoenix. Do you remember ? It's how I called you once we found each other...I thought you were dead, and there you were born again, like a beautiful mythical bird, from the ashes.

I want you to spread mine at sea, Sabo. This way I will be always immortal. Always.

Don't shed a tear for me, this is how it was meant to be.

And because my life stops here, I want you to have a happy life.

I want you to live two times longer, laugh two times harder...Once for you and once for me.

I want you to continue further. I want you to live and I want to live within you, so please don't die Sabo.

I will be immortal as long as you don't forget me.

Don't forget about me Sabo. People don't die when they cease to exist, people die when they are forgotten.

Don’t forget about me, Sabo.  »

And then he cried, for the first time you made him cry but not being here anymore. He wanted the only tears to shed for you to be ones of joy but they were tears of grief.

He couldn't comprehend it, that now he will never hear your voice calling for him anymore. That he won't get to caress your hair no more.

Why did you leave me alone ? Wasn't it easier to take me with you ? Why did you deny me of seeing you just one more time ? Why didn't anyone tell me ?

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, it was a whole new feeling that he didn't know existed, a feeling that made him wish he were six feet under the ground.

It was raw, a feeling of irreality. It didn't make sense. How dare anyone live and not you ? How could you, his darling, die out of everyone else ?

How strange to think that only a month a way you were in his arms, and now all he could embrace was the void, your lack.

He was just starting to get over Ace's death. He was just starting to live for you. For your dreams of a happy family, for your childish ways, for your lighthearted teasing, for your burning kisses.

But nothing of this remained but a piece of paper with shaky handwriting and a room full of memories.

For days the memories lived within him, he swore he could've seen you by the frame of the door. He woke up in sweat searching for you only to discover your absence. Your memory was now a burden and the fear of forgetting even more.

« Don't forget about me, Sabo. »

And there he was, in the ocean, spreading what remained of you in the waves. Lilies were floating. White lilies....If only you could reborn from your ashes like a phenix.

He didn't know how to swim but it didn't matter. He felt himself sink in the water, disappearing, merging with your ashes, making one with you.

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« Don't forget about me, Sabo. »

It has been two years now. Two years and the handwriting seemed both foreign and familiar. It has been two years since (Y/N) died, but he didn't remember.

« Don't forget about me, Sabo. »

He reads again, trying to get a recollection of your face, but he couldn't. 

What only remained what a vague feeling of déjà-vu when he saw white lilies and a strong guilt for a death that he has never caused.  

« Don't forget about me, Sabo. »

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember. 

#Sabo x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece scenario #sabo the revolutionary #revolutionary sabo

[creativeskullcreations]

Outside chapter 22: United and Split

There maybe three to four chapters to go after this one. Which is good cause I'm running out of chapter titles lol. It's harder than you'd think trying to come up with a unique one for each chapter.

Also I based the way Daisy looks off of some old fanart that showed her using a lot of Host arms and hands for legs. I just added the empty eye sockets, which she did herself to scare the Mason and Lisa. I wrote that bit before this came out.

Anyways next chapter should be out in about two weeks, as usual. The Show's about to begin, and you don't want to miss it.

"So where do you think Scout would be in here, anyways?" Lisa asked as they wandered around a room full of creepy mannequins.

"You know, I'll bet she's not in-fucking-here!" Mason answered as he did his best to keep away from the half made puppets. "Lisa seriously why are we even in here it's so creepy! Even the Puppets agree!" And it was true, as he held both Puppets in his arms, both of which had remained silent and almost fearful as the humans explored.

"Supplies!" She announced cheerfully from where she was shoving different colored fabrics into her pockets. "We may need some of this down the line."

"... I don't think the fabric in here is any different from the fabric at Walmart." He pointed out, and she just rolled her eyes as she gathered some more up. She picked up a pair of shiny sewing scissors, turning to show him.

"Look at these! They look so sharp." She held them up and he got closer to examine them. "Looks like they could put someones eye out."

"Yeah, great. Now put them back, and let's go!" His voice dropped to an intense whisper, and she rolled her eyes, shoving them into her pocket with the fabric.

"Fine." She groaned out, taking the little yellow and orange Puppet back. "Let's go see if we can find the others."

They walked out of the room, pausing when something tipped over behind them. Turning back to look, they saw a mannequin had been knocked over. They quickly turned back around and hurried away from the door.

"Lisa."

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me you did that."

Lisa let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "That would be lying, Mason. You know I don't do that."

"Okay." He swallowed to get his voice pitch back in place. "Run!"

They sprinted down the hall, listening as something skittered behind them, steadily getting closer. Mason spotted the crossroads up ahead. "We gotta split up!"

"What?! I am not leaving you to face whatever that thing is alone!" Lisa shrieked, pulling him down the right hand corridor.

"It can't chase both of us!" He stumbled, glancing to catch sight of a spider-like Puppet. "Oh SHIT!" He pulled ahead, spotting Lisa looking back and going pale from the corner of his eye. She pulled ahead of him, grabbing his arm and dragging him down the hall as she tried to gain some distance.

A few seconds after they passed a door it was thrown open, with gunshots following. Mason took the chance to yank out of Lisa's grip and turn, delivering a sharp kick to the thing's face.

Blonde hair and a torn, red dress stumbled back on many flesh and wooden hands. Her head snapped back into place, staring at him with empty eye sockets. With a wordless cry she launched herself at Mason but was stopped by Stacy catching her with the axe.

She smacked against the wall, sliding to the floor as Will finally finished reloading. He fired off four more shots into the Puppet's head, and they watched her sag against the wall. Sammy snatched the axe from Stacy's hands and used it to fully chop her head off, just in case.

For a long moment, nobody moved. And then Bonzai let out a cheer while Stacy stumbled over to a corner and vomited.

"That was totally awesome!" He yelled, and was quickly muffled by Mason.

"For this, Mortimer will kill every Host." Stitch muttered in horror. "And then he'll blame us all the most."

"I can't believe you fucking killed Daisy..." Bit whispered, and Sammy turned towards her in horror.

"That was Daisy?!" Now that she'd said it, he could see the resemblance. Her apron and jewelry were gone and her hair was chipped, but she was still recognizable in the dim light now that he knew.

Will grabbed a loose sheet from nearby and spread it out over the ground, then loaded up the two pieces of Puppet into it while Lisa moved to check on Stacy. "You okay Stacy? You look really pale."

"'M fine." She muttered, wiping her mouth. "Just... didn't really..." She gagged again, and Lisa rubbed her back sympathetically.

"It's okay, hon. You still did great." 'She should've stayed back in the car. Why didn't she follow the plan?' "What the hell are you doing, Will?"

"I am not leaving this thing here to come up behind us later. Besides, we should probably make sure to burn any corpses we make." He held up his makeshift bag. "Scout told me this one is what was making them." He indicated the Handpuppets. "So her, and the other wooden Puppets, we absolutely can't leave behind."

"He's right." Stacy agreed hoarsely. "We leave any of them with a chance of being alive and they'll just do it again, after hunting us all down."

A long, silent pause as they all took that in. "We're burning this fucking place to the ground." Mason muttered. "I am not spending the rest of life looking over my shoulder for stupid freaky Puppets."

"We will. After we get Scout and knock out the rest of these guys." Will indicated the bag again. "So, which one of you knows how to get to her?" He glared at the Handpuppets held by his friends, eyes lingering on Stacy for just a moment.

More silence, as Hosts and Puppets glanced between each other. Will sighed, debating whether to try and choose someone to intimidate for the information. There weren't a lot of options, but luckily the little orange and green one with the bad hair cut spoke up.

"Canon knows." Bonzai started, quietly. He shrunk back when everyone turned to look at him, but continued. "She was helping Mortimer with something to do with Scout. But, I followed her when she went to spy on him. I know where he did his... practices. And where he put Scout."

"Can you take us there?" Stacy asked, almost timidly.

"Yeah, but we should probably hurry. He was planning something... really bad."

Mason led the way, guided by Bonzai's directions and the group followed, Will bringing up the rear with the bag, which would move by itself every now and then. A quick shake and a few discreet kicks kept the monster inside down, however, with no one else the wiser.

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"Hmmm, you've truly gotten yourself in a pickle now, haven't you? Would be a shame if someone brought Mortimer's attention to this too." Nick muttered smugly, fitting Riley's yanked off arm back together. The other one had been sawed off near the shoulder, and would require more extensive care. If Mortimer allowed him to perform it, of course.

"Quiet you blithering idiot!" Riley snapped, Host shaking from her anger. "Or shall I tell him what happened to his favorite Sock Puppet!"

"No need to go that far sister dear. We both have things hidden here." A pause as he finally popped the joint back together. "What should we do about those strays? There's no way they can be allowed to stay."

"Obviously not!" She agreed hotly, testing out her repaired limb. "But we can't just drive them out. They're here for that little traitor Scout."

"What makes you so sure? Could just be another group here for treasure." He crossed his arms, watching as her Host hobbled about the room. 'Looks like it's leg is broken. She'll need a new one.'

"That male with the brown hair is what kept me from her Host. He shot at me, so in the end he's worth the most." She explained, collecting some knives from a nearby table.

"Ah, that makes sense." He looked around the room. "Is he the one who made thi-"

"Yes!" She hissed, digging a dog whistle out from her pocket. She blew into it, sound the couldn't hear echoing through the halls. A howl answered her, not too far away based on the volume of it. "And I'll fucking kill him myself!"

"Good luck with that." If Riley was going to break rhyme, then so would he, at least for a moment. "Shall we go get Daisy for this little hunting party?"

"No, leave her to her stitching." Riley watched as Rosco came out of the shadows and into her dimly lit lab. "We'll be needing those Puppets by the morning."

-----

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Bit complained, hanging over Sammy's shoulder. Her, Bonzai's, and Stitch's flashlights were on, as the lights in the building had gone out. More likely, they had been turned off, but given the age and state of the building it could've just been a blown fuse. Either way, it was too dark to see and the Hosts hadn't brought any lights themselves.

"Yes, I'm sure." The male Puppet ground out. "The Sound Stage is down here now."

"How the hell do you even know? You went there through the vents!"

"At least I actually went there!" Bonzai turned to yell, blinding Sammy. "You just stayed in our room like a coward!"

"Okay! Everybody chill for a sec!" Lisa cut in, stepping between them. Let's focus on the goal, and then have a fight when we get out of here."

"No, we're doing this now!" Bit announced, launching herself over the blonde's head and onto Bonzai, who gave a high pitched scream.

Mason sighed, grabbing the two by the backs of their shirts and pulling them apart. "Would you two stop! You're going to get us all killed!" He hissed. He handed Bit off to Stacy, missing the glint in her eyes as she stared down at the red and blue Puppet.

"She started it." Bonzai grumbled, crossing his arms. He didn't relax his tensed shoulders until he was held properly again.

"I don't care who started it!" Will piped up from the back. "If we don't get moving, I'm gonna go up there and finish it!"

There was some more grumbling, but the two Puppets settled down into silence. A while passed as Stitch looked between the two Hosts holding her siblings. 'What an odd way to handle things.' She mused. 'I wonder if this is how they handle Scout. Seems easier than the usual way, at least.

They continued to walk, until Bonzai finally stopped them. "We're here." He said, quietly. "The Sound Stage is just up ahead, through those doors."

"Mortimer's definitely gonna be in there." Bit added.

"So we need a plan, then." Lisa piped up, and everyone turned to look at Will, who was kicking the bag again. He stopped as he felt their eyes on him.

"What?" He shrugged. "I don't know shit about that guy. Ask her." He pointed at Stacy, who looked a bit taken aback.

"Uuuuh go in there and shoot him?" She suggested, after a long moment of thinking. Sammy and Will facepalmed, with her cousin mumbling something.

"Okay." Will sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Good start I guess. But we need a little bit more than that."

"You have that axe." Mason pointed out. "Maybe do something with that."

"No, okay, here's the plan. You three stay out here with the other Puppets. Me and her will go in there and get St-Scout. Then we all run for the exit, and go from there." Will laid out. "Quick, in-and-out, grab-and-go."

"Oh, yeah, nothing can go wrong with that." Bit mumbled, and was shushed.

"Sounds like a decent Plan A. What if something goes wrong?" Sammy asked, even as he accepted Bit from Stacy.

"Then we wing it. Improvise." A pause. "You guys should probably grab some weapons just in case."

With those three distracted, Will started pulling Stacy towards the door, leaning in the whisper dangerously. "We get out of here and you swap back immediately." He hissed. "And never do something like that during a time like this ever again."

"Yeah okay you fuck." Scout hissed back as they crept towards the door. With a quiet count to three, Will reached out, and turned the handle, opening it just enough for them to sneak in.

#hello puppets #outside #fanfiction #riley ruckus #daisy danger #scout #nick nack #canon #bonzai #bit #stitch #will carson #Lisa Montgomery #Mason Kamiya #sammy davis

[abyssal-hoonter]

Evie walked to the table and examined the papers laying on the wooden surface. She had spent years working on the research of the Pieces of Eden but this was the first time she had seen so much about the topic that she put all her mind and heart to care for. Her fingers glid slowly on the documents as she narrowed her eyes to focus on reading with the assistance of the Eagle vision.

There was nothing hidden here, on the lines, yet it could be the other person who was carrying something unclear and mysterious within her rib-cage. Evie turned and saw the woman got up on her feet by gripping the cane in her hand. The assassin felt pity, somehow, though she didn't know why she got that feelings for her enemy.

"Is it true that you want me to help?" Evie raised a question, and was responded by a simple nod. Of course, she hadn't found it enough to believe in, as she continued, "How could I know this is not a set up?"

The woman started to pace toward Evie and came a halt just at a dozen centimeters between them. She lifted her face to look at the young girl by an eye of pain and also, a small piece of disdain. She smiled. A smile that made Evie shiver.

"Were I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing here, staring at me like a hungry bullet awaiting to pierce through my body once again, Miss Frye." Lucy stated coldly and confidently with her voice lowered since tired and bored. Evie felt that. A voice that contained a fire of angry and disgust not toward Frye, but to the man that had used her for a very long time and now he was waiting to take over what was rightfully hers and keep those as his own possession. Crawford Starrick, a hypocrite who seemed to be promising and sophisticated upon his outlook, was really a too ambitious, power-hungry and ungrateful son of a bitch.

"You read the letter he sent me, didn't you? Didn't know how long he took to think of a way to comfort me for what he would do, but, I think that was quite enough." Lucy added, waving her hand into the air and walked to the table, "All these years working, bleeding myself dry to uphold the principles of our Order and all that for which we stand, without a thinking of betraying. Wow, Miss Frye, it had led me to this. What a miracle, isn't it?"

"You should have known it would come someday, sooner or later. Society and politics sometimes run by that way as well as people could live by cheating and robbing. You're in a higher place, I wonder why you didn't come to realize that, Miss Thorne." Evie shook her head in frustration.

Lucy took a manuscript on the table, showing it in the middle of the documents so that both women could observe it clearly under the light in Thorne's chamber.

"I thought about what you said. But still, there are hope and faith, victory and achievements we have. So I kept trying and fighting... At least it took him 10 years to cut down this partnership. This manuscript, it's mine, I got it in the auction where I met him for the first time. That was quite a long time, I suppose."

Lucy paused for a few seconds, thinking, and finally let out a chuckle, "Hm, I've been through a lot of things in my life, Miss Frye. Vengeance, well, vengeance is kind of a bad game that we shouldn't play it... But, it's fun, in my way." She narrowed her eyes and glared at the younger one as a mean of both evilness and pleasure. "Care to join me?"

"I'd rather not, Miss Thorne. I'm..."

"A coward, who stabs from behind and runs when face-to-face." Thorne laughed, for the first time in front of Evie and the assassin saw that redhead was pretty attractive and beautiful even when that was her archenemy who was supposed to be eliminated.

"I mean... I'm not sure about your method and your honesty. Even you can see how a Templar brings you disgust and hatred. We have observed for a very long time and see the way The Order treats the lives of people under their control. You say good but that's not what you bring. From oppression, corruption, exploitation and death they suffer." Evie shrugged, "I can't trust you, Miss Thorne... For now, at least... I still can't trust you immediately."

"I understand. I understand." Lucy blinked and nodded. "Everything and everyone has their own reasons. I'm sorry, Miss Frye. I took your time." The redhdead moved to sit down on a dark brown chair while Evie went to the opened window to flee from the manor. All of sudden, she turned back to look at Thorne. She didn't know why she did that but she had already done what she found hard to understand. Why does that older woman seem poor and lonely like that? Perhaps it is because she was still weak and pale after getting a big ass attack that had nearly taken her life? Or maybe it is something else the young girl hadn't figure out?

And she saw Lucy smoking at the table, coughing and breathing hard but still, the woman didn't stop. She smoked fast at a speed of completely consume a cigarette in half of a minute and continued to the point she coughed out her saliva. Evie couldn't stand that as she felt like each time Lucy made sound was a time her heart got punch. Eventually, she jumped back into the room, rushed to the table side and snatched the cigarette out of Lucy's hand in her surprise.

"You've honestly lost your mind!" The brunette's eyes wide opened and glared at Thorne angrily. "I didn't kill you but this one might." She threw the cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out by her heel.

Lucy watched the younger woman did that as she leaned backward and inhaled.

"I know you wouldn't trust me. Since our paths are crossed, we meet and fight, die and survive, not to share our stories nor listen to what the other say. For the first time, Miss Frye, may I ask what drove you to be an assassin?"

Evie looked at Lucy, face-to-face, and none of them blinked or a second until the Frye twin broke the silence.

"I was raised to be what I am now."

"You didn't choose to start it?" Lucy asked, and there was no answer.

.

Miss Thorne sighed, "Have you ever lost someone you really love, Miss Frye?"

Evie didn't know whether she should answer or not but finally, she swallowed hard, "Yes, I did. Why did you ask?"

"Because losing my daughter put an entrance for me to find the Shroud."

"Really? I'm sorry for your lost." Evie replied.

"Not your fault, Frye. To be honest, that's a long story if you're willing to spend time listening." Lucy released a soft smile.

"Alright then." Evie pulled the chair and sat down opposite to the woman, "This is strange. I could never believe I'll spend such a good time chatting with you, Miss Thorne. Especially..." She wasn't able to fill the sentence when she saw Lucy was staring at the floor, motionless like a statue showing its non-verbal sorrow.

"When I was 18, I saw a family in which the wife had a bad illness. The husband took a loan from some people and put the money into curing for his wife. Once she recovered, he worked his ass off to pay the debt, well, funds and profit, until he passed away for overexertion, leaving half of the debt to his poor family. His wife became a courtesan to earn living for both her and the daughter as well as paying the money. It wasn't long after that, the mother got killed by a robber, only for a few pounds, leaving the child totally alone then without any care or protection." Lucy paused as she poured the tea to the cups and gave one to Evie.

"What then?" Evie asked.

"I raised her on my own. And finally, ha, she left me 5 years ago. Tuberculosis. I watched the kid breathed her last."

Lucy stood up, looking outside the town, "I collected all of those memories and events only to have a question: Is there anyway I could do to make things less bitter? And I think... The Shroud's going to be one of the solutions."

Evie kept listening without saying a word. Perhaps she was opening her mind to digest something new and big.

"I see, that was quite a story."

"Uhm hum, so next time if you think all Templar are the same, then remember me. I might be fool enough to be stabbed on my back, but I have my sense to pursue what is necessary for the betterment of humanity. And... There's no good way for the future that contains no weakness, no pain, no sacrifice, no any negative points. Remember that... At least, we'll try and I'll prove what you want me to."

Evie crossed her arms across her chest and frowned, "Are you serious? Can't we just move on and focus on finding The Shroud instead of revenge?"

Lucy chuckled at that, "Maybe, we can do stuff as you pleased. That's a way to prove I'm not playing an upper-hand." Then she walked closer to Frye, whispering into her left ear, "But save that Crawford for me."

"And no more cigar, okay?" Evie raised her eyebrows as her eyes followed Lucy's steps.

"If that's what you like... Sugar."

#assassin's creed syndicate #evie frye #lucy thorne #assassins creed #assassinscreedsyndicate

[izzyhunterscar]

Juuzou Suzuya X Ghoul!Reader

    You stood in front of the CCG, eyes full of mischief. 

        Walking right in you eyed the "Ghoul Detectors". You inwardly scoffed. Please, any ghoul could get through that if they know how to hide their genes, you wanted to make a scene to emphasize your entrance though.

        Turning to one of the worker you simply smiled and stood in your place.

        "Ma'am, please walk though. If you want to get in you have to go through here." His voice sounded bored.

        "Sorry but no. Could you possibly get Juuzou out here? I believe he is looking for me." You calmly denied his request and asked your own.

        "Ma'am, please walk though the gate."

        "I can't do that." You stated with a closed eye smile.

        "Why?" The worker asked exaspeatedly.

        "Cause I would set it off."  You smile widened, showing all your white teeth.

        The worked seemed stunned before activating lockdown mode by pressing a button near him. He swung out his quinque, alarms blaring and audible clicks of the building securing itself.

        Amon, Juuzou, and other members burst out of doors to the front to meet you. Weapons were at the ready as they stood surrounding the gates with you a distance away.

        "State your business ghoul. It was not wise for you to come here alone." Amon called out it you.

        "Who said I cam here alone?" You replied opening your eyes, wide smile still present.

        The investigators became alert, eyes darting for an ambush.

        You giggled, raising your hand to attempt to hide it. "I'm kidding silly! I just really wanted to say that! Didn't I sound so cool? I really am alone!" You then spotted the white haired male, clutching his scythe and smiling at you. "NO! OMG! This can't be real! JUUZOU! You came out here for me?!" You batted your eyelashes in a flirty manner and overdramatizized your gestures and words.

        Amon's eyes narrowed at you. "Ghoul, do not fool around. We have you surrounded and outnumbered, you are out of your league here."

        You gasped. "How dare you assume my species! I hate to break it to you but how would you know if I'm a ghoul? You really wouldn't know."

        "What do you mean?" Amon was getting tired of your games and simply played along to speed up the process.

        "Ahha! Now we are getting somewhere! You see Mr. Trigger finger over there got a little too excited and pressed the oh no ghoul button when I never walked through the detector thingy."

        "What." Everyone murmured and glared at the worke ryou pointed out.

        "She said she would set it off!" He attempted to defend himself.

        "I did say that, didn't I? Learn what a joke it!" You giggled again, worrying the few who were paying attention to your psych.

        "Prove it!" The worker challenged, attempting to redeem himself.

        "If I go through the gate thingy, I get to see Juuzou, right?" 

        Everyone looked at Juuzou, who excitedly swung his scythe and nodded maniaclly as well. "I'm ready for either outcome!"

        "They're both crazy..." The investigators thought to themselves.

        "I guess, just walk through the gate please."

        You sighed dramatically and made a big scene of hesitating. "You sure it's safe?" You smirked as you acted guilty.

        "Stop stalling, woman."

        "Oooh name change! Whatever though, you take the fun out of everything." You straightened your back and walked through the gate while looking at your nails boredly.

        The light turned green idicating human, causing some officers to sigh in reliege and to glare at the worker who panicked. "Don't waste time like that." They scolded him.

        You heard him getting reprimanded but you were running into the arms of Juuzou. He swung his scythe at you out of instinct, the swing was quick and swirled dust around. Gasps were heard from the workers and a worried Amon called out to him. Amon didn't know what to do if they had a dead civilian on their hands because of an officer. 

        You were not worried as you dodged around the swing and wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling into his arms.

        Juuzou supported your weight when you clung onto him, your legs wrapping around him. "How did you dodge that!?" He excitedly whispered into your ear.

        "That's what years of boxing does for you." You murmured into his neck, breath tickling his throat.

        Unsure of what to do now, the stitched up man simply skipped back to the offices with you clung onto him like a koala.

        After the office disengaged from lockdown, everything seemed normal again at the office. Granted you were still there, refusing to let go of Juuzou.

        "So...what did you say your name was again?" A woman officer asked, standing next to Amon.

        "I didn't." You yawned and if it was possible you snuggled more into Juuzou, who assumed a sitting position in a spinny chair.

        "How do you know Juuzou?" The same woman pried again.

        "Stories." 

        "Oh, so do you like him?"

        Your head shot up from Juuzou's shoulder at the question. "Like him? Are you insane?"

        Unbeknonwst to everyone, Juuzou was slightly disappointed as you were the only person to show interest in him.

        "Sorry I didn't real-" The woman attempted to apologize.

        You cut her off. "I LOVE HIM! He is my everything! If I so much as hear a ghoul going after my love, I kill them! I made sure everyone knows that he is mine and HANDS OFF.." You continued to rambled about this was your territory and no one will every hurt Juuzou on your watch.

        The officers were once again alert at the tell tale signs that you were a ghoul. Juuzou was now sitting up with you still on his laps but his hands found their way to your ass, supporting you as you waved your arms around and rambled.

        "And how exactly do you kill these ghouls without a quinque?" Amon questioned, silver briefcase in his hand, his eyes narrowing at you once again.

        "Whoops, said too much!" You innocently curled your lips up to a small smile.

        "No! I would like to know too!" The white haired male pulled you close as an act of persuasion. 

        You let out a squeak of surprise at his forwardness and stuttered out. "I-I can't tell you! You'll hate me! You'll kill me! It's not my fault! I love you, Juuzou! Please don't hate me!" You sobbed out before abruptedly grabbing Juuzou's cheeks. You pulled him in, lips molding together. Juuzou worked over his shock and drifted his hands upwards tangling in your hair kissing back. You put years of longing and wanting in the kiss, your tongues battling.

        The officers were uncomfortable, to say the least, and some looked away with red stained cheeks.

        You finally broke apart, a string of saliva still connecting you two together. You pulled back and got off his lap, ready to make a run for it.

        At that moment, (He knew, he fucked up. XD jk) familar sirens ran throughout the office once again. The sound of an intercom came on, a voice following after. "This is not a drill! The Blackdogs have entered the building! Backup needed at the lobby entrance!" Investigators scrambled for their quinques and rushed out to aid their comrades, somehow still looking professional all the while. You saw the battle first hand, sneaking after them through the commotion. The CCG was losing, which surprised you. You saw Amon and Juuzou and that woman doing very well, but the others...not so much. Turns out a lot of the higher ranks were gone on long term missions or this was their day off.

        The ghouls were still low level, there just were a ton of them. You racked your brain as you swear you've heard the name Blackdogs before. Oh. It was those losers.

        One of the Blackdogs member had entered your grounds and had come after Juuzou right away. Juuzou had already finished him off, but you noticed the numbers that followed that small ghoul. You were quick to take care of it and beat some information out of one ghoul, while sending another ghoul with your message to leave your territory. 

        This pissed you off as you specifically told them to leave or you would rip them to shreds only to watch their limbs grow back and repeat. You growled and yelled out.

        "STOP YOU FILTHY DOGS! WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO STEP INTO MY TERRITORY? TO TRY AND HURT MY JUUZOU!" Your eyes turned black and your irises shrunk to red. Your kagune crawled out of your back, eight spider like appendages swung around from your back. Your hair grew longer and string like and dyed a pure white. You disappeared for a second, before reappearing in front of one small group of ghouls, your kagune each found a target and stabbed into their hearts. After your kagunes went through, the ends encompassed them completely and squished them into a flesh ball.

        Looks of realization came from both sides. The SSS+ rated ghoul Spider Queen, sports a eight eyed mask and long white silky string like hair. With eight leg like kagunes that act as offense, defense, and arms and legs as well. They were long with a black base color, a glowing white highlight in each. 

        You hissed out. "Who is your leader? Or was the leader such a coward to fall behind the group~" You saw a ghoul close to on of the entrances they blew in, he was creeping back, kagune not out but eyes a black red. "Found you~" Your crawled over there in a spider like manner with your Kagune. You were quick and took up a large amount of space when you rose yourself up with your kagune. You picked him up with one of your spider like appendages and brought him to eye level, since you were raised up by some of your "legs". 

        You patted his orange flat hair and spat in his face. "You chose the wrong territory to invade. Did I not warn you the first time you came after my love and dirtied my city with your face? You are dead meat." You then did what you had done to the other ghouls unlucky enough to stand in your way and compressed him into a flesh ball. Your left hand reached for the flesh ball that had fallen to the floor and your took a large bite out of it, before swallowing the rest whole.

        The other ghouls had begin to retreat and you snatched a few more snacks on your way to the escape hole yourself. "Tell everyone of what transpired today, little ghouls, that is if I haven't eaten you yet!" The words slipped out before you realized what you implied. Any educated CCG investigator would know that ghoul cannibalizing other ghouls gave a rare chance that they could gain a special kagune, kakuja. They could make an educated guess that you had one since you never seemed to have any visible scratches from rubble or an attack, not that anyone could get close enough to attack you.

        You glanced at Juuzou with a sad smile, watching him process that he kissed a ghoul. "Bye, love.." You whispered to yourself before speeding off.

        The investigators were knocked out of their trance when you left, still processing that THE Spider Queen had infiltrated headquarters with no problem and then HELPED the CCG. 

        Juuzou was shook. (Jungshook xD)

        He was intrigued by you, but at the same time wanted to be the one who killed you. You were a ghoul after all. 

        You sat on the very top of a construction crane, feet dangling and eyes still black and red. You didn't stay long enough to find out what happened after the invasion.You saved your love and left. 

        This one sided love. How long will it last?

A/N

This has been sitting for a while on paper. I had written about 2/3 of it on paper and decided to finish it. I want to write a story about Juuzou X Reader, but never had the motivation so it's just a one shot or maybe twoshot if I decide to continue it and the readers like it. 

  I’ve always loved Juuzou so I wanted to do something dedicated to him. I know he would most likely kill MC since she is a ghoul, but I like to dream ;-;

Your fellow warrior,

Izzy

[lxvesickreality]

mistakes 2/4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: plenty of swearing, terrible writing 

Word Count: 2110

Add on: there is a lot of Russian in here. I used google for translating so if you are Russian and it is wrong, please message me and tell me lol. Part three should be the last part. If not, part four is the max I will go.

gif is NOT mine, credit to owners

“What is love you ask? Love is a lot of things. It is the feeling you get when one smiles at you, the butterflies dancing around in your stomach. It is a jolt of electricity that shoots through the part they touched, sometimes even through your whole body. Then, when your lips touch, it is as if fireworks have gone off in the distance. It is like you two are the only ones alive on this earth, just the two of you. Do not forget the way your heart races as they tell you they love you, or when they just speak to you because you love hearing their voice so much. That warm feeling you get when you are able to smell their perfume or cologne they always wear. You begin to think home is no longer a place, but it is a person and sometimes maybe it is. Sometimes, the feeling you get is the feeling of warmth and security. Security being a feeling every human being needs.”

When Steve got to a hotel to stay overnight at to give his wife some space, he pulled out the paper with his wife’s vows written on it from his wallet. He always kept it with him, no matter where he went because it warmed his heart and reminded him he had a wife at home waiting for him and that she loved him deeply. He paid for a few nights thinking that’s how long his wife might need to let what happened process. It was still processing through his mind that him and Y/N are now separated. He really screwed up and Steve did not think it was fixable. 

Steve got a call on the third night of his stay at the hotel from his best friend, Bucky and when he answered with a groggy voice, Bucky’s was frantic and full of panic. “Steve, you have to get over to your house. The team is already there.” 

“Bucky?” Steve sat up, rubbing his eyes while trying to wake up a little bit more. “Wha-what’s going on?”

“Y/N was taken. By H.Y.D.R.A. and they want what’s theirs back in exchange for Y/N.” It took no time for Steve to jump right into action and tell Bucky he was on his way all the while he was throwing on jeans and boots. His phone was put in his front pocket, grabbing his wallet and keys off the side table and he was out of his hotel room. 

~

When Steve arrived, he spotted Bucky talking to Natasha and Tony on the front porch and he turned his motorcycle off, hopping off it to quickly jog over to them. He immediately questioned them, “Have you found her? Do you know where my wife is?” 

Natasha was the first to speak, but her statement was short and cold. “No, we haven’t.”

“Shit,” Steve’s hands dug through his sandy blonde hair and was pulling hard while tears pricked his eyes. He could’ve prevented this. He could’ve done anything. This was his fault, he cheated on her with Sharon- “Why the hell is Sharon here?” Shit, this is gonna go downhill really fast, Steve thought to himself when he saw the woman standing with Nick Fury. Steve turned on his heel, trudging back to his motorcycle with Bucky hot on his heels yelling for him. Snatching his helmet off the seat, Bucky threw it quite a few yards away from them. 

“It’s time to own your shit, Steve. You cheated, everyone knows that now. But right now, you can’t leave. The team is trying their best to get Y/N, Steve. Now, come back and help us instead of running like a little bitch.” said Bucky. 

Of course everyone knew. His wife probably confided in Tony after Steve left considering that is her best friend and Tony has a knack for telling people things he shouldn’t. Not like it surprised Steve, he just wanted to be the one who said something about it, owned up to it. Steve nodded and walked with Bucky back to Tony and Natasha with a guilt hanging by his shoulders. Natasha’s glare and Tony’s look of disappointment was making him feel worse which he knew was what he deserved but he felt a little angry for them not seeing his side. Then Steve realized he had no side, or at least no good one. He’d broken his wife’s heart, his teams really good friend and asset’s heart. He deserved every hateful thing that came at him. 

“Rogers? Can we talk for a minute?” her sickly sweet voice made his blood boil and he didn’t want to lose it in front of his team but he also didn’t want to hear her voice at all. “Steve, please,”

“No, Sharon. Go away.” said Steve without turning around to face the blonde woman.

Sharon sighed heavily, “Please, Steve, we need to talk.” 

“Talk about what, Sharon?” his whole body whipped around so fast, Sharon jumped from the sudden closeness and the angered appearance. “About the fact I lost my wife three days ago because I fucked your slutty ass a month and a half ago? It was one time. You need to leave. I’m having Fury get you off of this case and I don’t want you near me. Or my fucking wife. Got it, agent Carter?” Steve hadn’t bothered to censor himself and he didn’t care about the devastated expression painted on her face, the one he caused. It made him feel good to say that but also, horrible at the same time. It wasn’t a way to talk to a woman yet he did. He treated a woman wrong before this; his wife. Steve strolled away, Bucky by his side, and left Sharon there with a broken heart that was beating for only him. He fueled that fire and all he could do was let it burn out. 

~

Meanwhile, Y/N was tied to a metal chair with a piece of clothing tied around her mouth and head in an extremely bitter room with no windows and every wall was a bland white, no furniture besides the chair Y/N was tied to or from what she could see.  Her vision was blurry and her head pounded with a strong pain that was coming from the spot she was hit. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and she saw a table a few feet away from her covered with weapons; daggers, pistols, machine guns, grenades, knives, butcher knives, shotguns, and so many more. What caught her eye was the small bottle of chloroform and a rag next to it. Shit, she cursed to herself. The rope was rubbing her skin raw making it painful to move even a centimeter. How long has she been out? 

“Ah, good morning, sunshine,” her e/c eyes shot to the man with a thick Russian accent who came in through the steel door on her left. She winced at the slight movement. “Have a good night's sleep?” 

She tried to speak but it only came out muffled and the man chuckled deeply before making his way to her to take it out the cloth from her mouth. “Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, got a potty mouth, do we? That’s not very ladylike, miss Y/N,” said the man. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Vadim Ivanov. I’m an agent in H.Y.D.R.A. and you vill be staying vith us for a bit vhile ve vait for your little teammates. There’s no choice in that, krasotka,” 

“What are you talking about? Why are you waiting on them? What do they have that you need so badly?” 

The man got uncomfortably close to Y/N tucking a piece of hair back and she was able to smell his breath that stunk of raw fish, and he had nasty, yellow teeth that were rotting. His hot breath got next to her right ear sending a chill down her spine and he spoke, “That is none of your business, printsessa. All you need to vorry about is if they vill get here in time to get you out alive. Hopefully, they do. You are a very pretty woman, liybimaya. It vill be devastating for me to have to kill you. If I could, I’d take you for myself.” Vadim let go of his hold of her cheek and sauntered over to the table. Y/N watched him as he took a peek out every gun making sure they were all loaded and Y/N couldn’t help but really fear for her life. She’s been kidnapped before, it should’ve been mentioned in the interview with Nick Fury when she was getting hired as an agent that it’d happen a couple times. This time felt different to her though. Something felt off about this whole situation and she was beginning to feel deep down she wasn’t going to make it out alive. 

Salty, warm tears started leaking from her eyes without any warning and she hadn’t realized she was crying until she felt a tear fall onto her bare thigh. Her eyelashes were sticking together with the wetness from her tears, tears falling into her mouth and onto her thighs. She sniffled as she felt her nose beginning to run. Y/N had never felt so scared. 

“Please, let me go, Vadim. Please. I can get you whatever you want. There’s no need to do this. Just let me go. Please…” she begged. Vadim continued what he was doing until he got to the knives and daggers when he picked one up to examine it. Y/N felt like such a coward, she’s never done this on missions but everything was different, everything felt different. She was vulnerable thanks to her husband and the Ectopic pregnancy and it was making her this way. Y/N dropped her head with a loud sob escaping her lips, was this what it felt like to let go? This was how it felt like to be cheated on. She felt a hand lifting her chin up and she was met with the dark green eyes of Vadim’s along with a sweet smile of his. A gasp fell from her lips when the coldness of the dagger touched her knee and the immediate pain when he cut her knee. “No, no, no, Vadim, please. Don’t do this. Don’t do it anymore. Stop, please, Vadim.” 

“I can not do that, printsessa. I vas given orders and I am to do as I am told. Now, say cheese.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion until the hammer she didn’t even know he grabbed was swinging at her knee. The break of the bone travelled through the room and she let out a shriek just as Vadim took a picture of her. “Идеально (perfect),” 

“Как, черт возьми, это так Идеально (how the hell is that perfect)? Ты только что сломал мне чертово колено (you just broke my damn knee)!” 

Vadim looked at her in surprise when she spoke back to him in Russian. “Ты можешь говорить на русском (you can speak Russian)?” 

“Я агент, ты чертовски осел (I’m an agent, you fucking ass). Конечно я могу (of course I can)!” 

smack

“Не говори со мной так, сука (don’t speak to me that way, bitch)!” 

“О, иди трахни себя (oh go fuck yourself). Я могу говорить с тобой в любом случае я хочу (I can talk to you in anyway I want).” Y/N snapped back at him.

“Я должен был взять Шарон вместо (I should’ve taken Sharon instead). Неудивительно, что Стив Роджерс обманывает (no wonder Steve Rogers is cheating).”

“Ебать тебя (fuck you)!”

crack 

Y/N let out a deafening scream the hammer came in contact of her right wrist then her toes on her left foot when Vadim drops it. Y/N was sobbing noisily when she heard the ping of a video starting. 

“Hello, Avengers. My name is Vadim Ivanov. Don’t bother looking it up because every file of mine has been erased. Your beloved Y/N is sitting here, avaiting for your guys’ arrival and I am giving you 12 hours to find us and give us vhat ve vant. As each hour goes by, she vill get hurt. Currently, she is suffering from a concussion, a broken kneecap, a broken vrist, and possible broken toes. I accidentally dropped the hammer. Oops?” he let out a loud laugh. “You have 12 hours to find us. If you don’t come by the time those 12 hours are up, she vill be dead. Your time starts now.” 

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[enigma-im]

Carry on Wayward son

Rating: Mature Relationship: Dwarf and Female!Human Warning: platonic relationship, Suicide attempt, Force help, lowkey kidnapping but it’s for the greater good, angst, fluff, hopeful ending

Word count: 2549

"if you would throw away your life, then I will claim it as mine" -rising from the depths

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"you going to jump?" I startle from the voice, stepping back from the concrete edge. I clench the support beam harder as I twist to look at the company. It's hard to make out a face from all the hair. Big bushy beard and long ginger locks frame the little bit of face visible.

"What? No," I lie with a scoff.

He hums with a quirk of his nose," well it looks like you were. If that isn't the case then what are you doing up on the ledge to a very dangerous fall?" I squint at the man, almost offended by his presence in such a monumental moment. I look from him to the edge, looking down at the water crashing over the rocks.

"Enjoying the view," I huff," it’s a beautiful place." he hums in agreement. I get captured by the distant view of the white-capped waves in the river. It really is a lovely view, a nice final vision before blissful blankness. I take a few baby steps forward, barely lifting my foot as I curt the edge. It's so easy, such a simple action to end the cremating feeling in my chest and head. Just take a step, almost like a leap of faith. It's that easy.

"Such a cowards way out," the man startles me to alertness again.

I snap my head to him," what?" he is closer now, leaning against the shoulder height barrier.

"Suicide, it’s a coward's way out. I can't imagine me saying that holds any weight but it’s the truth. Hurting others because you think its easier. Spoiler alert, nothing is easy. That’s what makes some things sweeter to obtain and others loud enough to tell you its not worth it. But I digress," he shrugs. He glances up at me then back out to the mountains.

I begin to shake, feeling cornered at his correct assumption. My chest feels like a hole and the always there feeling of panic rises into an engulfing terror. I take in shallow breaths as hundreds of lies thread through my mind, hanging onto the edge of my tongue like my feet on the edge of the bridge.

"I-I don- wh-," everything tries to come out at once. The dwarf turns his attention fully to me, regarding me in an almost relaxed pose. It's such a contrast to the black hole eating everything in my chest. I'm offended by his calm demeanor. Why does he get to be calm? Why does he get to be normal?

"Do you not have something better to do than make assumptions about me? I would love if you left now," I snap at him. Knowing what I want to say is a little different. 'leave' or ' please help' sits in the back of my throat.

"I don't think being alone is something you need right now, lass. The company would do you some good even if you don’t want company right now. Let's hope an audience will prevent you from doing something stupid," he answers passively.

"Something stupid? I would disagree, its probably the smartest thing I have ever done," I sigh. I glance back over to the edge with a shuttering breath. It might be my best gift to everyone really. I know it will be a wonderful present for myself. I can't be a burden anymore, as much as I can't keep feeling this. I can't tolerate another panic attack, I won't go about opening to someone who just doesn't get it. I can't help myself and no is willing to try so what's the point.

I forget about the man for a moment as I turn fully to the water. Just one step. Just one lift of my foot and I will be happy, free, content. I will be better once I walk forward. Just one step.

I lift my foot in almost a trance, leaning forward to the air. This I can do, I can do this.

I take the leap.

The first thing I feel is a flip in my stomach as gravity take hold. The next thing I feel is an air-punching feeling to my gut as something wraps around my middle. My elbows hit against the concrete as I fall to my back. My skin scrapes the rough terrain as my lower back skids over the corner. I suck in a gasp at the sudden pain then wince when my back slides over the lip and back onto the flat barrier.

"You damn crazy woman, making me fucking nearly fall with ya," the dwarf curses as he drags me back and over the barrier. "I didn't think you would actually do it if I was here, Jesus Christ saving you took ten years off my own life," he continues.

It takes me a second to survey the situation, I didn't fall. The white-hot fear from falling to my end transforms in anger. I twist in the man's hold and try to scurry away but he holds firm. I lash out in blind rage with a scream.

"Stop your shouting please, I rather not lose ten years then grow old as a deaf lad," he huff. I can't bother to care, just wriggling and screeching in his arms.

"You had no right! You bastard, that was my moment!" I flail till he manages to pin my arms to my sides. His grip is surprisingly strong for someone of his height. I continue to fight, showing more emotion than I have all year. I writhe and yell till I tire myself out, falling limp in his hold. I don’t know when I started crying, I also don't care to try. I drop my head to his chest and wail in grief, pain, angst, whatever.

"Let me die," I whimper," I can't take it anymore, I can't handle the emptiness. Please."

"Why are you so eager to off yourself? Why throw your life to the void," he asks. His fingers loosen on my arms then lift to stroke my hair. I can't answer him, I just want the silence to stop. I want the panic to end. God, please, it's all I want.

"well if you are going to give your life away then I shall take it," he huff as he thumps his head back against the wall.

I don't care what he is saying. This moment will end and I will be back here again. As fate for me to be here in the end.

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I end up at his house once he managed to guide me from the bridge. He brings me inside and rests me on the couch. I don’t bother fighting, it would do me no good for now. I'm too tired to do anything, to feel anything. Sitting, I can do that for now.

He tries to get me into a conversation, I don't answer. He gives me food, I don't eat. He turns on the tv, I don't pay attention. As it gets late he gives me a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch. I just lay down and stare emptily into the now darkened room.

He sighs," tomorrow will be better."

I don’t believe him

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I wake to a bright light shining into my eyes, I groan and turn over on the couch. I feel something shake my shoulder but I brush it off with another groan. Someone huffs then the blanket is snatched from my body. The cold air runs over my legs in full tilt alarm. I snap my legs up instinctually and twist to scold the person holding my blanket.

"good, you can still get angry," he smirks as he drops the blanket to the floor. He doesn't pay me any attention as he heads for the kitchen attached to the living room.

"What is that suppose to mean," I shout as I snatch the blanket from the floor. I happen to glance at the clock attached to the wall, 7am. "Who the hell wakes up at 7am," I groan as I roll back onto the couch prepared to go back to sleep.

Before I could doze off the couch raises, the new angle knocking me on my ass. I thump my head to the floor with a loud thud and a colorful curse.

"You wake up at 7am now and eat breakfast soon after, got it?" I rub my head as I glare after the retreating dwarf.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't believe I stuttered," he passes a glance over his shoulder.

"Yea, I got that. I'm just curious who you think you are to be demanding that from me," I snap. I stand and snatch the blanket off the floor for the second time today.

"I am the person who owns your life so I decided what you do and don't do," he answers with a grin. It isn't sadistic or perverted like one would assume with a sentence like that. Either way, it isn't appreciated.

"Excuse me? You own me?"

He nods," that I do. You gave up your life yesterday and I claimed it for mine so you belong to me now. So come over here and eat, you are all skin and bones. Some weight and healthy food will do you some good." I don’t answer him, too flabbergasted to move. Am I being kidnapped? This is illegal, no one can claim a person.

When I don't answer he looks over holding a plate of a well-rounded breakfast. He cocks a brow, "What?"

"I'm leaving," I huff as I turn to the door.

"feel free to but know I will follow you so you don't go and do something stupid."

"You are going to stalk me?"

"if I have to, then yes."

"I'm going to call the cops."

"Do so and I will tell them you are a danger to yourself and they will put you into a hospital. Being with me will be more worth your time than being drowned in pills in a sterile room. Will it help, maybe. Will it be the best option, no. so those are your choices."

"You are an asshole."

"if that is what I have to be I will be the bad guy in your story."

"fuck you."

"Whatever you say. Here is what is going to happen. You will work with me on the river, then eat before we work out, then read or converse till bed. This will be your schedule during the week, then the weekend is yours. You will still wake up early but feel free to do as you wish. A schedule will keep you rounded and your brain in working order."

"I don't want to do that."

"Sometimes we don’t want to do thing but those things will help us in the long run. I don't like taking medicine but I know it will help. I don't like washing my clothes but I know if I don't then I won't have anything to wear. Often actions we bore ourselves with is beneficiary. Now quit whining and grab the bucket over there."

"fucking jackass."

"I will take insult over nothing."

We do exactly as he says, eat breakfast (though I manage barely nibbles) then head out to work on the river casting lines and cleaning up trash or debris. I fight every chance I get to not work but every time I act a brat he playfully splashes water or tugs a strand of my hair. Once we finish out by the river we sit on a dock and eat sandwiches. I barely touch my sandwich, instead, munching on the fruit. He takes the innards of my food then feeds the bread to the mallards swimming by. Watching the ducks is new, my mother always regarded the birds as disgusting needy animals. It's nice for a moment.

Next, we head back to his house where he offers some clothes to exercise in. we run for a bit then do some yoga to my surprise. He doesn't look like a fit man but keeps up pretty well to my lazy pace. We work up a good sweat before heading back to the house and showering. He offers more clothes then we settle in the living room.

"Wanna talk or read?"

"what?"

"This is enrichment time if you will. I generally sit and read before bed but the company is welcome. So would you like to read or talk?"

"Neither."

"I can talk at you if you like."

"do whatever you want. I played along with your demands today, I'm done."

"you aren't but if you wish to just listen to my voice then feel free to. I think today was nice, even if you were a bit bratty. Some hard work will do you some good, especially with your anxiety. Work calms the nerves if you do it right."

"how about reading."

"want to read now? Alright, here," he huffs before sitting up and grabbing a book from the shelf. There seems to be no thought in his choice as he grabs the closest in his reach. He tosses the hardcover to me, it lightly bouncing on the couch. I grab it, gloss over the title with little to no care, then open it. Out the corner of my eye, he opens up his own.

I stare down at the first page, not bothering to read it. I think about the day, think about how my legs ache and my stomach feels fuller than any recent time I can remember. I turn to the next page after a short moment, repeating the process anew.

The man scoffs, "I know you are faking it."

"Am not."

"'His eyes roamed around the room once they were adjusted to the faint illumination. He furn-"

"What are you doing?"

"reading."

"Out loud?"

"you need socializing, either it is from reading or from me. Why not both?"

"you aren't giving up are you?"

"on you? No."

"don’t say it like that."

"What?"

"Don't say it like that."

"I'm not giving up on you, that will be made very clear right now. You are worthy of living and worthy of being happy. Sometimes to get put in the right direction takes a helping hand, If I have to be that hand then so be it. I can't fix you, that isn't how this works, but I will give you the tools to help yourself. I will not give up on you, got it?"

He spoke with such benediction, so firm and confident. I had to believe him, there was no room for lies in his words. He is here to help me, I never doubted him, but he believes that I can help myself. That thought is oddly sobering.

"yes."

"Good, now are you going to read, or am I reading to you?"

"to me."

"Alright then."

I didn't believe his ways, I still barely do, but I think I can humor the idea. If only for a little while I think I can give it a shot. I trust the oddly caring dwarf man living by the river. Hell, if he can catch and pull me over a bridge then I think he can use the strength to help me find my own.

It's worth a try.

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First off, if you feel anyway the character did in the beginning please seek help. sometimes the world feel crushing and we are either not worth living in it or unprepared to, it’s not true. as long as you are caring then you worth living. not saying it will be easy but with help anything is possible.

Now, this story was suppose to be just the first part but that was way too sad for anything i’ve written. so if it seems rushed or unfinished uhh, i blame work starting up this week. totally not my fault at all...

Book quote is from Rising from the Depths, great story. its about a kraken who takes care of a woman who loses her leg in a (alien) shark attack. its a long series that has a different couple ever book. i’ve read them all, super good. if you have read it, please DM me cause none of my friends are ever willing to read that.

“our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy” - Thomas Merton

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[crapitskizaru]

My Pirate. (Eustass Kid x Reader)

Warning: filth, lil bit of weird roleplay, slight descriptions of gore scenes in a horror movie

Word Count: 1,9k

The darkness of the Halloween night behind the window would have been disturbing if it wasn’t for the close warmth beside you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Even if someone with ill intentions wanted to give you a scare, they would fail miserably - there was simply nothing scarier than the man you were currently cuddling with. You silently wondered if there was a safer place on Earth than the one you were in - his protective embrace.

“What a coward,” your boyfriend snarled. “You gotta find a weapon and fight. I wouldn’t ever run away, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” You moved your focus back to the screen. “But I think any murderer would rather be the one running away. You’re simply too scary to handle.”

His grimace turned into a smirk as he whispered into your ear. “But you can handle me.”

The voice he gave you was flirtatious and bluntly hinting at what it was that he wanted. But it didn’t take you by surprise, he was always like this. And so the TV screen consumed your attention once more.

The main protagonists in the movie were, to put it lightly, having a hard time. There were screams and jumpscares involved every few seconds, the unsettling music seemingly running down your veins with each turn of the camera and each location the murderer appeared in.

It didn’t bother your boyfriend at all. He laughed at the scene where teeth were brutally snatched out from one of the main character’s gums, he cheered the murderer on during their numerous attempt on skinning their victim alive.

In his amazing costume that resembled both a pirate and a New Romantic fashion, it felt as if Kid was born for Halloween. Ever since you’d gotten into a relationship, you always spent the night with him - and he always made sure to make it a memorable experience.

A moment of suspense from the sudden, lingering silence on-screen was abruptly cut off by a faint sound of a text message.

“It’s Killer,” Kid muttered, mindlessly scanning his phone. “Says he’ll be at least an hour late.”

“Mmmh...” Your casual stretch not going unnoticed by your boyfriend as he scooped you closer. “That’s good, actually. We’ll be able to finish the movie.”

“What movie?” His words were barely audible with how his lips were already in your neck, eagerly catching your skin.

“It tickles!” you laughed, grasping his hair. “Oh my God, at least wait until the movie ends-”

“What movie?” he repeated with a grin, huge body obscuring your vision of the screen as he moved to your mouth, massaging your tongue with his own.

He went from mildly interested in all the sophisticated torture methods and gore scenes to being as enthusiastically turned-on as possible in literal seconds, it was difficult to catch a breath.

Your body only reacting after a few moments spent near his warmth; your mind dizzy with agitation and slight anxiety, there was no time to gather your thoughts.

His lips were cold against yours, your body numb with too many sensations - your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh, his chest pressed up against yours, his licking tongue and his whole frame that you struggled to grasp in your embrace.

Your palms rubbed feverishly around the nape of his neck, only to slide down and come around toward his front, mouth reaching to keep up with the pace of the kiss.

“I wanna have sex so badly,”‌ he groaned, parting and exhaling against your ear. “We can fuck before Killer comes.”‌

To give yourself some time to think the response through, you caught his lips again and tried to calm your racing thoughts; all of them currently busy with telling you how hot Kid was and how you could spend the whole night just making out with him on the couch.

“Let me just-” you finally breathed out, touching your forehead to his. “-go to the bathroom real quick.”‌

“Don’t take too long. Else I’ll just start jacking off on my own and cum in five minutes.”‌

After cupping his face and giving him a teasing peck, your legs felt shaky when you went upstairs for some time for yourself. There was no denying the hungry pool in your stomach that just ached to be satisfied by your boyfriend.

The trip to the bathroom was indeed as quick as you could make it, as you found yourself in the bedroom - wondering just which toys to grab for this particular night.

Before you could as much as evaluate the possibilities, your gaze landed behind the window. The darkness had been replaced by faint light reflecting from the moon, revealing the busy streets; all around there were spooky decorations hanging from the roofs, covering the gardens and driveways, shining on the lamp posts.

There was a distant feeling of longing in your heart at the sight - the chilly October weather, the soon perspective of the New Year, the veil of the supernatural in the air, it all added to the chills that ran down your spine.

You couldn’t wait to go out with Kid and his friends onto the streets and relish in the eerie atmosphere while admiring the costumes of passing-by strangers, all while taking attempts to frighten one another with scary stories.

“Changed your mind?”‌

Your heart skipped a beat, your face and chest heating up in surprise. There he was, his tall figure standing in the doorway.

“Hm?‌‌ Sorry, got a little…lost in thought,”‌ you smiled as he walked closer, his arms enveloping you from behind. “Just look, isn’t the night magical?”‌

“It is,”‌ he hummed. “But not magical enough to leave me hanging for so long.”‌

“Didn’t you say you would start jerking off on your own?”‌

“I’d rather you did it.”‌ He gave you a smirk. “Besides, I‌ had to check on you. What if I was a vicious pirate? What would you do?”‌

His tone was getting more teasing as he sent a few licks down your neck, the previous hunger and impatience seemingly lost. You had to admit - imagining your boyfriend as a pirate was as ridiculous as it was exciting, making the arousal in your gut heat up once more.

“You?‌ A vicious pirate?‌‌ You’re far too soft for that,”‌ you cooed and flushed your back against his chest harder. “You wouldn’t harm an innocent being. And I, sir, am as innocent as a human can get.”‌

“And the fact that all of our sex toys are displayed on the bed‌ is supposed to be the proof of that?‌‌”‌

You tried to hide the embarrassment by reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his face into your neck once again.

He just chuckled. “Very innocent, indeed.”‌

“Even if you were a pirate…I’d have captivated you with my natural charm,”‌ you muttered while pressing your butt against his groin. “And took it from there.”‌

His satisfied grunt was followed by the harsh dig of his nails into your hipbones, hands already moving to get rid of the costume you had on.

“What if I was very vicious?”‌‌ One movement exposed your skin to the chilly air of the room that was soon forgotten when his warm palms kneaded your butt. “Vicious and cruel. And savage.”‌‌ He accented the last word with a harsh bite to your neck.

You couldn’t stifle the moan that was breathed out as soon as you rest your head back against his shoulder.

“I‌ would have begged that pirate.”‌‌ Your body responded to your needs faster than you’d have imagined as it rubbed along your boyfriend’s in a needy manner. “I‌ would have begged and pleaded for him to take me.”‌

“And if that pirate would make you scream your name?‌ Would you still want him?”‌

“Yes,”‌ you whispered, closing your eyes and heightening the sensations of his warm body near yours, his hands roaming around your chest, lips taking care of your neck. “Yes. Please.”‌

You could feel him rubbing against your backside, the slow rolls of his hips so distant to his usual manner. The window in front of you acted as nothing else than a way for you to support yourself as the weight behind you suddenly disappeared, only to come back to you after a few seconds.

Kid poured the lube into his hand, pants already down to his ankles, the slicky sound of it being spread along his cock cutting through the silent, dark room and digging deep into your gut in anticipation.

You rested your hands against the windowpane, spreading your legs open as if to offer yourself up to him completely.

His name was whispered when one of your hands got ahold of his hair again, your mouth catching the corner of his lips but soon flying open when you felt him pushing himself inside of you.

Hips snapping against your skin, he set the pace as rough but oddly slow, his breath on your ear.

“That’s not very vicious,”‌ you hummed, resting your forehead on the window glass. This time your senses were far too distracted to pay attention to the lovely sight of the Halloween night.

“You just wait.”‌

You felt his length poking and rubbing inside, the pleasure already starting to wake in your gut. His fingers dove forward to stroke your thighs and in between them - wherever he reached, your legs seemed to give out and start to tremble from the amount of stimulation.

His warm skin touching yours kept on sending sparks up and down your spine, and his words - those being whispered and mumbled so intimately - made you feel like you two were the only people in the universe, right at that moment.

You tried to lean on the window to prevent yourself from sliding down, but there was hardly any strength left in your body. The matter being quickly disregarded when your boyfriend hoisted you up and pushed himself even deeper.

He grunted with pleasure. “I‌ fucking love how you feel around me.”‌

His thrusts began to slide harder inside, his pace even - the friction and delicious sensation of being filled started to set your whole body aflame until its burst was laying within your reach.

“I‌ love you,”‌ the whisper stumbled from your lips before you could stop it, but you were too lost in Kid’s presence to care. “I‌ love you.‌”

“‌I know,‌” he smirked, his cock rolling into your inside relentlessly and drawing a sharp breath each time. “Who wouldn’t?”‌

The teasing tone earned him a quick bite on the lip as you pulled him into a kiss, it being the last impulse you needed to gasp his name out loud and reach your high.

You fell forward against the window, worn out and still shaken by the roaming pleasure between your legs. Your boyfriend was also near his release, as he suddenly pulled out and came on your back with a breathless groan. “Oh, fuck!”

His body was soon slumped over yours, his heavy breath heating up your skin even more. You felt a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“I would do anything for you.‌ You little shit.”‌

“I know,”‌ you laughed weakly and turned around to face him, finally able to give him a proper kiss. “‌Who wouldn’t?”‌

#eustass kid #one piece #dinofilth #one piece scenario #eustass kid x reader #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #op scenario #op imagine #op imagines #killer #halloween

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Feel Again: a whump fic

Hey buddies! I’m working on my WIPs currently and i am so grateful for ur patience but i’ve also had this thing sitting in my docs for several months and I wanted to share it at last, but just a clip because..well...in whole, it’s kinda darker than my usual stuff so the whole thing may or may not be posted in the future. This is a gift for the wondrous @parkrstark​ who had a birthday recently and who is a beautiful person and talented writer <3 Enjoy, my love~

FIC INFO: around 5k words, IronDad and SpiderSon, hurt/comfort, warnings for nightmares, panic/anxiety attacks, past dehumanization; also it’s implied that Tony is Peter’s guardian bc May died...sry, i was too coward to write her ^^;

...

It’s been seven days, ten hours and fifteen minutes. 

Peter watches, blank-faced and empty-eyed, as bowl and spoon are placed in his hands. It makes Tony feel like he’s dealing with a robot, but even his robots are more lively than this. Taking Peter’s spoon, the man presses the Cheerios under the milk so that every piece of cereal will be soggy, just the way Peter likes. In times past Tony had made fun of him for the preference, and Peter had ardently defended it as the only right way to eat cereal. 

Now the memory of Old Peter echoes in the back of his mind like a glimpse of an alternate reality.

“Think you can finish all of that, buddy?” Tony asks, leaning down so he’s in Peter’s line of sight. Dulled brown eyes trail up to him, then back to the bowl and he nods, picking up the spoon. Tony breathes a sigh of relief as the kid starts to eat, chewing slowly.

He checks his phone and feels a nervous thrill at the notification there: I’m about to come down. Still want to do this? He glances at Peter before typing and sending a quick, Yes, ty.

“Hey, bud, remember that time you, me and Pep spent Saturday morning watching dumb cartoons and eating breakfast food til noon?” he begins, picking at his own cereal to seem casual about it. “I thought we could do that today, since she’s got no meetings til this afternoon. Whaddaya say?”

Peter pauses. He lifts one shoulder indifferently, but Tony can see anxiety hidden in the movement. Apathy and fear; whatever happened in the last four months stripped Peter-- lively, expressive Peter-- of all but these two emotions. They might as well have stolen Tony’s entire fortune; that loss would’ve hurt less.

Before Tony can think how to reassure him or possibly backtrack, there are footsteps in the hall and Pepper is rounding the corner with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey, guys!” she greets, pausing in the entrance of the kitchen to look them over. She’s comfortably dressed in pajama bottoms and her ‘I lost an electron’ shirt that she and Peter both own, her hair down and feet socked. It’s 10 times less intimidating than her usual business suits and high heels but still Peter squirms closer to Tony’s side and eyes her warily, choosing to look at her feet rather than her face. Pepper wilts a bit at the reception.

“Morning, hon,” Tony calls. He pushes a pleading ‘we can do this, just act normal’ into his gaze, and Pepper, bless her, seems to get the message. “We’ve got cereal over here, help yourself.”

Pepper grabs a bowl off the counter and crosses the room, her movements deliberate and nonthreatening. There’s no change from Peter, whose own bowl is sitting in his lap like something hardly worth his interest.

“Hmm,” she hums. “Cheerios are good, but mind if I add to the spread? I think we’ve got some frozen quiches around here somewhere, that sounds good to me.”

Tony smiles. “Go for it.” As soon as she walks away he nudges Peter and says quietly, “You’re okay, Pete. Nothing to be stressed about, yeah? Pep is just like me: she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

For what it’s worth, the kid does relax minutely. In the interim of Pepper opening packages and using the microwave, Tony picks up the remote and turns on the TV, browsing around for something safe and feel-good before settling on Nickelodeon, which is showing some animated movie. Peter’s eyes flick up to the screen.

“Alright, I got mini-quiches and even some blueberry muffins, ” Pepper announces upon her return, both hands holding trays of said items. “Totally gourmet... And by gourmet, I mean Costco brand.”

“The best,” Tony agrees, snatching one of each as soon as she sets them down. “Which would you rather have, bud?” He turns to Peter, who is done with his cereal and is now looking at the new food. At Tony’s invitation he hesitates but points at a muffin and Tony tries not to get too excited about it as he hands one over and watches the kid begin nibbling the top. So far things seem to be going well.

Now he’s just gotta go through with the next step.

Around ten minutes in, the movie cuts to a commercial break. Tony shifts in preparation to stand up and Peter immediately follows suit, not even questioning, but carefully Tony takes the boy’s hands and holds them at arm’s length. Peter looks at him questioningly, a rare moment of eye contact.

“I’m just gonna take a bathroom break, okay, bud?” he explains. “You stay here with Pep.” He tucks Peter’s hands to his lap and stands.

Peter keens and sits up straighter, wide eyes kindling anew with anxiety. Tony feels like the worst human being on the planet, but he knows he needs to do this. He needs to help Peter do this.

“It’s just a few minutes apart,” he promises. “I’ll go straight there and back.”

“And I’ll be here with you the whole time,” Pepper chimes in. She scoots closer from the other side of the couch and puts a soothing hand on Peter’s back, easing him back into the cushions as Tony leaves the room. The man tries not to look back as he hears her quieting and comforting the boy’s whimpers. Pepper is a better people person than Tony will ever be and he knows she’ll take good care of him, but Tony’s fingers still itch with the urge to turn right back around.

As soon as he gets to the bathroom, Tony pulls up a feed of the living room on his phone via FRIDAY’s cams to watch the room he just left. On the couch, Peter is decidedly not coping as well with Pepper as he does Tony, but he isn’t having a meltdown; in fact, he’s allowing her to sit close and keep an arm wrapped around his shoulders, though his forehead remains creased in apprehension. The poor kid looks like he’s fighting with himself to be patient; his gaze is torn between watching the TV and checking the doorway for Tony’s return.

Biting his lip, Tony puts his screen away and sighs. He paces the small space, checking his watch impatiently until at last five minutes have passed.

On his way back he hears it.

The yelling.

“Peter? Peter, honey, you’re okay! Please calm down, you’re home, you’re safe-” Pepper.

His walk turns into a sprint as he rounds the corner, heart in his throat, and takes in the worrying scene before him.

Peter is curled up in a fetal position on the couch, Pepper kneeling in front of him with helplessness on her face as she tries to get his attention. Peter’s hands are pressed over his ears, his eyes clenched shut, his whole body shuddering as he rocks and cries inconsolably.

“What happened?” Tony demands.

Pepper hurries backwards so Tony can take her spot. “I don’t know what- what agitated him,” she says in a rush. There are tears in her eyes. “He just suddenly started panicking and hyperventilating and- and he won’t let me touch him, he screams if I try-”

“Don’t scream!” Peter says suddenly. Both adults’ attention snaps to him. His eyes have opened but they’re unseeing as he croaks, “Don’t scream, they- they’ll hear! Be good, be good, be good, I- I’m good- please, I’m--”

“Peter, hey,” Tony tries, carefully putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.

At the touch, Peter flinches, his head smacking against the couch. His whispering gets more frantic. “I’ll be better! I will! I-”

“Peter, please, stop!” The man takes Peter’s face between his hands. “You’re safe. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. Can you hear me, buddy? It’s your- it’s Tony.”

Peter goes still.

“Tony,” he repeats. His face crumples slowly, lip trembling. “I miss Tony...”

The man of iron feels his heart splinter. I miss you, too, Pete. Come back to me.

“You’ve got him,” he says. “Tony’s here now. He’s got you. He’s gonna keep you safe.”

In the stillness that follows, all is quiet save the sound of Peter’s rapid breathing, but even that is slowing and evening out. His blinks several times as the storm clouds in his eyes dissipate, light returning gradually as the seconds pass. Tony’s thumb strokes away a tear still rolling down the boy’s cheek, and at last Peter focuses and looks at rather than through him.

They stare at one another for a long moment. The teen swallows and opens his mouth with a shaky inhale, a fresh sheen of tears filling his eyes.

“S-sorry… my bad,” he rasps.

Tony’s brain short-circuits for a moment, and all he can think is how unbelievable it is that the most of Peter he’s seen in so long could come as the result of such an episode. He doesn’t know whether it makes him want to laugh or cry.

He pulls himself onto the couch and gathers his kid into his arms, one hand bracing Peter’s back, the other nestling in his still-overgrown curls. Peter responds by clinging around his middle and pressing his ear to Tony’s chest, no doubt timing his breaths by the heartbeats there.

It’s only after Pepper leaves to find them a blanket that Tony sees the TV screen and the image it’s paused on. It’s an infomercial… an infomercial for obedience training. The closed captioning advertises “Don Sullivan’s Secrets To Training The Perfect Dog: order the DVD set now and get a complimentary Command Collar”.

Tony had never had strong feelings about infomercials in general but at that moment he wants nothing more than to buy every single TV station and destroy them all. Screw Don Sullivan.

He’s surprised when Peter suddenly huffs a humorless sound. “I’m pretty broken, aren’t I,” he states quietly, voice wrecked.

Tony pushes his fingers through the scruff on the back of Peter’s neck, wishing so hard that he could turn back time. “No,” he refutes. “No, you’re not.”

Peter is quiet for a long time, so long that Tony wonders if he’s given in to the pull of post-panic-attack exhaustion and fallen asleep. But in a tired voice weighted by more sadness than any man, woman or child should ever know comes a tiny reply:

“Yes, I am.”

...

Peter has scars. A lot of them.

It’s been fifteen days since and he’s barely improved, still clinging and hesitant to speak or make eye contact with anyone other than Tony. He lets himself talk in small bursts but it’s nothing like he used to be; he can also manage up to fifteen minutes alone without having a panic attack if Tony has to shower or use the restroom. He does the same so long as Tony waits for him outside the door (within range of hearing his heartbeat).

After the disastrous separation experiment, Tony isn’t eager to push much more than that.

(Peter has scars.)

Some are thicker than others, especially on his wrists and his back; the white lines criss crossing over his form tell tale of screams long since silenced. Just seeing the marks makes Tony’s knees weak with a concoction of feelings he can’t describe-- prominently there’s horror, because he remembers how every injury was discovered and treated on that first night back and it was like Tony himself was taking a beating… and then there’s regret-guilt-anger-helplessness, because the cuts are healed now-- Peter’s healing capabilities took over soon after he got the proper nutrition and medical attention-- but poison memories are sealed inside.

If he hugs the kid a little longer than necessary after watching him get his boot cast removed and seeing the scar tissue that mars him there too, Peter doesn’t seem to mind. The kid leans into his touch more now than he ever did before.

“Alright, little shadow,” Tony says brightly as he pulls away, using the nickname that had never been more appropriate in their relationship; having a kid clinging closer than a literal shadow at all times did that to you. He glances one more time at the newly-healed foot and gets an idea. “What do you say we celebrate this cast coming off? Wanna take a walk around the compound, get some fresh air?”

Peter looks up at him through his ragged, unstyled hair, doe eyes wide but empty. Tony smooths his bangs back and the kid blinks once as if to focus. Tony can see him trying to be there, trying to care. Trying and trying and trying.

“...’kay,” he whispers, fragile. He lets Tony take his hands and help him stand.

Once he’s got them bundled up in jackets to withstand cold winds that roll off the water, Tony hiding a wrist gauntlet on the hand in his pocket (because yes, he’s that paranoid), the two of them (as one figure) step outside for the first time in-- in a while. Definitely a while.

A cool breeze follows them on their walk and Tony allows a deep breath of actual fresh air to clean out his lungs and settle in his veins. It’s not very often he gets to enjoy the benefits of living outside the city.

They end up walking along a trail that follows the Hudson and Tony decides that this actually was a good idea: the nature-y sights and sounds seem to help bring Peter to life. There’s a glimmer of contentedness in his face as he looks out over the trees and water and sky. He loosens his grip on Tony’s arm and settles for a gentle handhold. Tony looks at him sideways, feeling a swell of hope rise in his chest, right behind where his arc reactor used to be.

“It’s nice to get out, huh,” he says softly. The edges of Peter’s eyes crinkle in what might be the world’s tiniest beginning of a smile.

Other than occasionally checking that Peter’s leg isn’t hurting, Tony shuts his mouth and lets the white noise around them do its thing. He’s been talking too much lately anyway, trying to overcompensate.

They’ve been walking for almost an hour and stopped to admire a small waterfall when Peter suddenly bristles and presses himself close to Tony’s side. In paranoia, the man pulls his gauntlet hand out of his pocket and is all but ready to activate it, when all that comes around the path toward them is a wobbling toddler in a puffy coat.

They stare at him. He stares back, a gap-tooth grin on his face. “‘Ah-dy!” he says in greeting.

No, nope, I’ve definitely got my hands full being just ONE kid’s Daddy, Tony thinks worriedly, when behind the toddler appears a man who moves to scoop the boy up in his arms. The man holds the boy, who’s probably about 18-24 months old, by his feet and the kid shrieks in delight, wiggling around upside-down.

“Leaving me behind, guys?” a woman’s voice calls before a third person appears, putting her arm on her husband’s shoulder and glancing curiously at Tony and Peter. Peter hides himself behind Tony, eyes on the dirt, and Tony manages to cast them a weak smile to be polite whilst squeezing his kid’s arm reassuringly.

The man sets their kid down and he immediately spins around, looking at the waterfall. “Wa-er!” As he tottles away, Tony catches sight of the symbol on the back of his coat and does a double-take.

“Nice jacket,” he says without thinking.

He glances down at Peter. The kid has noticed too-- his eyes are locked on the symbol, expression unreadable.

The man turns around from where he and his wife are watching their toddler. He follows their gaze and laughs. It’s a tiny Spider-Man themed coat.

“Thanks! Spidey’s our family’s favorite. He saved Shannon’s life when she was pregnant with this dude,” he says, indicating his family members respectively. “The guy may not be around lately, or moved, or- whatever, there’s lot’s of theories- but... he isn’t forgotten, not for us.”

“-ah-DEE!” the little guy calls from where he and the woman have wandered, and this time he seems to be referring to his actual daddy so the man gives them an awkward little wave before walking off to catch up.

The strangers gone, Peter sags into Tony’s side. His face is still unreadable. Tony can’t think of anything to do other than wordlessly steer them down the path toward home, wondering at the heavy thought bubbles building over his kid’s head.

…

Sixteen-and-a-half days.

A strangled-sounding scream cuts through the dark and into Tony’s heart like a knife.

Tony’s startled but he isn’t surprised; startled because of the rude awakening from being asleep at the kid’s side, and the ever-terrifying possibility that something might be wrong, but not surprised in the conventional way because he’s aware that this has happened every night since the kid came off the heavy meds.

Peter is whimpering strings of ‘please’ and ‘no’, and Tony turns on the bedside lamp to see him huddled in a ball, eyes closed and budding with tears, one fist stuffed in his mouth to stifle the noise. He winces when Tony puts a hand on the side of his head.

“Peter,” Tony whispers, so tired. “Peter, bud, you’re okay. It’s just a bad dream. Open those eyes for me?”

Peter whines, but his eyes do crack open to anguished slits. He’s shaking beneath Tony’s palm, and biting down so hard on his hand that the man sees a trail of blood running down his knuckles. Tony’s other hand gently pries the fist out away from his mouth. Peter lets him.

“Hey bud,” the man greets softly, catching the kid’s gaze. Peter stills as his surrogate father rubs a thumb along his temple soothingly.

Tony smiles sadly. “What did I tell those nightmares last night, huh? My kid is off-limits; only good dreams allowed. Iron Man decrees it.”

Peter stares at him, breathing erratic as his awareness returns. He inhales sharply, an attempt to calm down, but his breath catches on a sob on the exhale. He covers his face with both hands and dissolves into fresh cries, leaning into Tony as the man takes the back of his head and pulls him close.

“Shhh,” Tony murmurs, fingers carding through the curls at Peter’s nape. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Go ahead and cry, I’m here.”

It takes some time for Peter to cry himself out. Tony doesn’t stop whispering reassurances the whole time. He can tell by the pace of the breaths beneath him that Peter’s still awake.

“You can tell me anything, Pete,” he offers gently, as he has every night. “I’m here for you.”

Peter has yet to tell Tony about what happened to him, or about the nightmares that haunt him so badly. As he comforts, Tony traces his thumb across the hollow under Peter’s eye, wiping away wetness there and remembering how the straps of a muzzle had traced the same spot in a perverse fashion not so long ago, before Iron Man had removed and destroyed the thing in disgust.

Some scars can’t be bandaged as easily as others, but for the first time in all such nights, Peter does respond.

“Mr. Stark,” he says so softly that Tony holds his breath so as to not miss anything, “Mr. Stark, I- I don’t- I just don’t understand.”

It’s in these moments, somehow, that Peter is most himself. The storms drag Peter out of his hiding place. “What don’t you understand,” the man prompts. He pulls back to see the teen’s face. His young brow is furrowed in- confusion? concentration?

Peter chews his lip for a moment before going on. “It’s like, when I was there… all I could- all I dreamed about was home. But now I’m here and I, I can’t- I’m st-still there, you know?” He meets Tony’s eyes. “What if I can’t ever really come home?” he concludes hopelessly.

Tony does unfortunately, painfully know what he’s asking about, because he has a similar trauma and it’s called Afghanistan.

“You just need time, buddy,” he says. “I know what you mean, trust me, I do. It just gets better with time.”

“Is it worth it?” Peter presses suddenly. “Am I-” His eyes trail sideways to the sheets and he swallows. “Am I even worth it?”

Tony’s jaw hardens. “That’s not even a question.”

“I-I did bad things… And, and I’m not the same.”

“You didn’t have a choice, kid. And being different? That’s not as bad as you think.”

“I’m ruining your life.”

“Peter, you are not-”

“I’m inhuman and I’m a waste of space.”

It’s the way he says it, like it’s a known fact, something he’s been drilled with and long since accepted, that really gets under Tony’s skin. He’s been pretty good at holding himself together so far, all things considered, but can’t help that he feels his own eyes stinging with tears at the sound of his kid reiterating the garbage he’s been brainwashed with.

He sits up so suddenly that Peter startles.

“I’m not really tired anymore,” he says briskly, throwing the covers off himself and trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes.

Peter pushes himself up too, eyes wide and concerned. “Mr. Stark?”

“I’m feeling like a trip to the lab, maybe a snack on the way. How ‘bout you, kid? Wanna join your old man for some late night wandering?”

Peter presses his lips together in confusion, but he nods. Tony pushes the covers back more so that the kid can get his feet on the ground before stepping out himself, the both of them slipping into their usual bracing of one another.

Apparently speaking, and now getting up, is too much deviation from the routine for Peter because in his eyes he’s slipping back into himself, expression closing off. Tony hopes he doesn’t feel embarrassed; Before-Peter would’ve been, but Now-Peter is hard to read.

FRIDAY turns on lights as they pad down the hall, already long since attuned to Tony’s nocturnal habits. A quick stop at the kitchen supplies them with a bowl of Chex mix, and then the lab doors are whooshing open and Tony’s realizing he doesn’t actually feel like tinkering. He just needed a reprieve to collect his thoughts but now he’s got Peter out of bed for no reason and it’s not healthy, he’s gonna ruin his kid, he’s a terrible guardian-

He shakes his head. One thing at a time.

“Come sit with me,” he says unnecessarily, leading a compliant Peter to the couch and settling him down with the bowl of Chex in his lap. Neither of them move to eat any of it. Tony takes a seat beside him and drums his fingers on the knee of his worn sweatpants for a long moment, looking around for something to do now that he’s brought them here.

His eyes fall on a forgotten Target bag sitting stuffed in one corner and the metaphorical light bulb goes on.

As quickly as he sat, Tony’s back on his feet. Peter’s gaze follows him as he crosses to a nearby screen, booting it on and then retrieving the items he needs from the shopping bag. He shields his activities from Peter and whispers instructions to FRIDAY before finally whirling around to look at his kid with a crazy grin. It probably seems like he’s gone crazy at this point.

“Buddy, I have one question for ya,” he states, hands raising and pausing for dramatic effect. “Have you ever played… Just Dance?”

Peter stares at him the way one might stare at a fascinating tornado. He slowly shakes his head.

Tony laughs nervously. “Uhh... me neither. But listen, after you moved in, I kind of-” ...panicked... “-sent Happy to the store to find things you might like to have around the house? Like video games? I don’t know what kids like. Happy doesn’t either. He must’ve checked the internet or something because he came home with this, and kid, can you imagine Harold Hogan in the store buying a dancing game? Now that’s an image I treasure. On behalf of his efforts, I think we should give it a go, right here, right now.”

By the time the rambling stops, Dum-E, U and Butterfingers have made their way to this corner of the lab like curious cats trying to interpret their boss’ strange behavior. Noticing their presence, Tony throws his arm out to point at Dum-E. The other two bots startle comically.

“You,” Tony declares. “You can hold a wii remote, right? You and me. Let’s dance. Pete, you’re on the tambourine. I don’t actually have a tambourine. Just keep time by knocking, like this.”

The man leans forward and raps his knuckles twice against the side of the chex mix bowl. It’s not like it’s loud, or even necessary, but it’s something to get the kid involved. Peter looks a little lost, but not in the dissociative way- more like he’s trying to figure out if he’s actually awake or if this is a weird dream he’s having. Still, Tony’s on a roll and he feels dangerously confident. Not quite confident enough to ask Peter to dance, but enough to make a fool of himself in the hopes of bringing comic relief to one of their awful nights.

Within a few minutes, FRIDAY has configured the game on Tony’s screen and the main menu music is playing through the speakers. One newly-unwrapped wii-remote is clutched in Dum-E’s claw, safety strap secured, and Tony’s using the other to flip through the menu and create player profiles.

“Okay, so…” he mutters, finally arriving at the song selection screen. “What do we have here... Gotta make sure we choose an easy one. Not for me, of course; I’m worried about dum-dum over there.”

His eye catches on a song title, and he pauses to let the sample play. At first it was just because the song is marked “Beginner Level”, but he recognizes the clip as a tune he’d once caught Peter humming as he worked on some homework. Being the privacy-respecting parental figure he is, Tony had proceeded to tease him relentlessly because One Direction? Wow, Pete, gotta say I didn’t peg you as a pre-teen girl from 2012.

Still, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Peter perk just slightly, the little dork-- and it’s enough that Tony’s pressing the ‘play’ button without further mental argument.

The screen changes to four dancers, two of which are labeled for his and Dum-E’s remotes. As the opening measures of guitar riff begin, Tony mimics the pose of the avatar on screen and peeks over his shoulder.

“I need my tambourine player,” he reminds, and though Peter’s face is twisted in an expression of intrigue, he quickly readies his knuckle against the side of the Chex bowl and starts tapping it in time with the music.

And Tony dances.

“You’re insecure… Don’t know what for. You’re turnin’ heads as you walk through the do-o-or.”

“How the crap?” Tony mutters, watching Dum-E hit every move perfectly whilst his own avatar misses several points. “How-“

“Don’t need make-up… to cover up. Bein’ the way that you are in en-uh-uh-ough.”

The graphics go crazy for the beginning of the chorus and Tony cringes, though that changes when behind him he hears a small laugh that makes his heart stutter. He doesn’t look just yet, just tries harder to wave his remote hand in time with the song with exaggerated movements.

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed-“

This is definitely written for preteen girls, he sighs internally. Still... it’s undeniably catchy. To add to the show, he starts mumble-singing out the words aloud as they scroll on-screen:

“The way you smile at the ground, it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t kno-o-ow, you don’t know you’re beautiful-”

That’s when the ‘tambourine’ beats stop. When Tony looks behind him he sees the kid shaking with silent laughter, an open-mouthed smile on his face.

He meets Tony’s eyes and for once there’s no weight of the world there. He’s just-- Peter.

It’s a sight too beautiful to describe.

“Oooh, keep trying!” the game prompts when Tony forgets to keep up. Their eyes flicker to the screen and Tony huffs.

“I’m not cut out for this follow-along stuff,” he says airily, giving up on it completely. “Tony Stark follows no one’s rules but his own.”

And with that, he slings his remote strap around U’s claw and breaks into his own freestyle moves, the ones he usually reserves for dancing in private, when he’s sleep-deprived and a little loopy. Be that as it may, Tony Stark knows he is a good dancer; he never imagined it would come in handy for a moment such as this, but heck, there’s not much he wouldn’t do if it got Peter doubling over in peels of giggles like he is right now.

When the song hits the chorus a second time, Tony grabs a screwdriver off the shelf, turning it upside-down as an impromptu microphone, and he sings the next words directly to his beaming kid:

“Peter, you light up my world like no-bo-dy else. The way that you- have- hair? Na-na-nanana-- The way you smile at the ground, it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t kno-o-ow--”

Peter goes still, a lingering smile on his face as he listens to Tony’s altered lyrics.

“-If only you saw what I can see, you'd understand why I LOVE you so PERFECTLY-- Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh- You don't know you're beautiful! Oh, oh-oh, Pe-ter you’re so beau-ti-ful!”

Tony breathes out, surprisingly choked up. He repeats the message as emphatically as he can, for however many times the song repeats it, his movements getting more silly and more sloppy until the music finally ends, bots trilling excitedly in the background about Dum-E’s somehow-perfect score.

He lowers himself to the ground in front of Peter, panting from exertion. The hum of menu music plays behind them but the game is forgotten.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Tony breathes. “You are worth… everything. The whole world. You were, you are, and you always will be.”

Peter’s eyes shine like stars. He melts into Tony’s hold when the man leans forward.

…

Peter has scars, but Peter is not his scars.

#tag as starker and i hunt u down and replace your shampoo with hair remover #im joking but PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS A SHIP #the song is supposed to be cute and silly and dad-jokey #Irondad and Spiderson #tony stark and peter parker #irondad fanfiction #my writing

[sirsharp-a]

You Make Me so Mad. ❜

Summary:  Breathe, bunny.  You have to breathe.  Even if you don’t want to. Warnings:  Just gut-wrenching angst.

    She awoke that morning with butterflies in her stomach.  Curled up in the blankets, bare legs entwined with his, a cosy feeling radiating throughout her body as she nuzzled into him.

    He loves me.  Edgar loves me.

    Slowly, Grace opened her eyes, prepared to greet him, only to find that she was alone.  The duvet had been fed between her legs as if to simulate his sleeping body, the warmth surrounding her a product of the cocoon that had been consciously crafted for her.  Clearly, he hadn’t wanted to wake her when disappearing for the day.

    “... Eddie?”   she asked redundantly, hoping to hear his voice from the bathroom.  He showered every morning, oftentimes at six on the dot, but she’d heard the lack of running water long before she’d asked for him.  He isn’t here.  Why is he not here?

    With a huff, she threw the covers off of her and began searching for her clothes.

    “Idiot...”   she muttered ruefully, scorned by the fact that he had vanished in the midst of such an important confession.  Dragging her underwear up her legs like a stubborn child, she snatched up her dress and began to fix it into place, grumbling the whole while.   “You can’t just disappear after saying that…  you make me so mad sometimes--  stupid-head--”

    He probably has work to do, a voice in her head said.  When did he not?  If it wasn’t as an Alpha, it was as a bartender;  if it wasn’t as a bartender, it was as a political ace;  if it wasn’t in Huron, it was on Earth.  Somehow, in some way, he was always coveted.  She hated the fact that his free time was always so minimal, but she understood it.  Responsibility had a funny way of tailing him  -  and why wouldn’t it?  He was a mature man, a well put-together and responsible figure of authority;  somebody that exuded confidence and charm;  somebody that people felt they could trust to get the job done;  somebody that people  liked.

                                                                I just wish I could spend more time with him.                                                                                … maybe I’m just acting spoiled?

    About to storm out, she paused whilst grabbing her keys.  On the nightstand, a crisp white envelope stood lodged between the lamp and the clock, her name unmistakeably scrawled in cursive.  The woman hesitated, feeling guilt begin to gnaw at her conscience.

    Did I get angry too soon?      Maybe he just didn’t have the time to stay…  so he wrote a note instead?

    But why would it be  addressed to her  if such was the case?  Why would it be  closed, sealed and complete with the tavern’s address in the event that she failed to notice it?  Slowly, the pit of dread that she’d found herself in yesterday began to open back up, her heart skipping a beat.  With clear hesitation, she moved to pick it up, perching on the edge of the bed to examine it more closely

    Grace Adler.

   ( In the event that this letter is left unnoticed, please return to the sender address on the back of this envelope. )

    With her heart beating hard, she flipped it over and examined it.  The Strahvern’s address…  and a note that was clearly meant for her.

    In the event that you have noticed this, please do not open this letter until a week from now.

    Her brow furrowed slowly, confusion and apprehension only growing.  Suddenly, the paper felt heavy in her grasp, panic beginning to nibble at her ear as she pondered on what to do.  She felt torn.  In her head, she knew that she should obey the notice.  He had never failed her as a leader before, and the side of her brain that had grown used to being his inferior felt keen to abide by his instructions…  but there was a primitive feeling in her heart, one that tore at her with teeth and malice.  Much like humans could tell when they were being watched--  even when there was no particular reason to feel as such--  she could feel in her gut that disregarding his order was the right thing to do.

    If I don’t open this and read it right now, something irreversible is going to happen.  I don’t know what and I don’t know how, but that’s the way it is.  Everything about this is wrong.  Something is going on and he isn’t telling me.  That means it’s serious.

    With trembling fingers, Grace tore a small hole in the corner of the letter, one large enough for her finger to squeeze through, before she drew it cleanly along the sealed triangle.  It opened without much resistance, a sheet of paper filled with crisp black ink staring back at her.  Even without knowing what she was about to read, she knew to steel herself.

    My dearest Grace,

    If you are reading this, it is likely that I am already dead.

    Static crackled loudly in her ears, eyes dimming as she stared at the message.  What do you mean dead?  Part of her wanted to toss the note aside;  to find him and slap him for daring to write something so horrific, but she knew that doing so would only harm her.  If I don't continue, I'll never know what he's talking about.  With her heart in her throat, she forced herself to read further.

    There are a lot of things that I have been struggling with as of late.  Mounting wars.  A growing demand for my services on Earth.  My duties as an Alpha.  My developing feelings for you.  I want you to know that my disappearance has nothing to do with any of these things  -  least of all, you.  I do not believe in suicide.  It is the coward's way.  Even if I consider it sometimes, I would never go through with it.  I believe in rising to challenges and overcoming one’s own weaknesses.  I need you to know that.  It was never your fault.  It was never anybody's fault  - not even my own.

    There is no way to talk about this without being forthright, blunt even  -  whether it makes me sound insane or not.  A few days ago, I was visited by Raku.  I have met him several times and, as such, am somewhat familiar with his disposition.  He did not greet me with patience this time. He was angry and bitter, and informed me that my time was drawing to a close.  Apparently my existence ‘upsets the balance’  ( which I may consider a compliment of the highest order, even in spite of my impending death ) and I must vanish.  I do not know if this is true.  I won’t pretend to understand the universe, nor the work of deities.  I do understand what I am though, and as such, it would not surprise me if Raku is right.

    Do you know the way of hybrids, Grace?  We are brought back from the dead based on sin Over time, we are supposed to recall our transgressions, become horrified by our past choices, and seek out death as punishment.  We are supposed to be so overwhelmed by guilt that we want to do nothing but die.  But I do not feel guilty.  I did some distasteful things, but my reasons were sound.  I was a grieving man.  I was a sad, lonely, desperate man that had everything torn away from him.  God turned His back on me, even when I was devout, so I turned my back on Him.. I will never apologise for the person I turned into  -  not without my maker first admitting that it was His fault that I became them.  Until then, I am comfortable at this impasse.

    He is not.

    Soon enough, He will forcibly take my life away from me.

     How dare He try to take what He didn’t help me to get.

    I know that I should have told you.  I should have told everybody.  It isn't just you that it will hurt.  A group of lyes will be leaderless.  Murr will lose a dear friend.  Earth will lose a fearless vigilante.  All of the people that my favours have reached will lose a reliable business partner.

    But all I can think about is you.

    Believe me when I tell you that I tried, Grace.  I tried several times to come clean;  to admit that our time was limited. That our dates were numbered.  That though my passion for you was infinite, the time I had to show you it was not.  I couldn't do it.  Not only could I not break your heart like that, I couldn't accept it myself.  I kept telling myself that there was a way around it, that I could use my brain and worm my way through, but it is impossible to stand up to God once He has decided what will be done.  I'm truly sorry for keeping this from you.  It is one of the only things in my life that I regret.  You deserved more than this  -  and though it causes me great pain to say so, I hope you find the one that can make you happy;  the one that can stay.

    I can only hope that I leave this plane with you feeling loved  -  because you are.  I am certain that even in the void, my heart will ache for you.

                                                                                                       Always yours,                                                                                                              E. Strahv.

    P.S:  There are a series of letters awaiting you.  I have scheduled their delivery across the following year.

    She sat there in silence, unable to process what she had just read.  The letter was beginning to crease with how hard she was clutching it, and only after a few minutes of stagnant silence did something wet hit the page.  As soon as she became aware of the fact that she was crying, she found that she couldn’t keep herself from sniffling  -  and that snowballed into a sob so hefty that she felt it was choking her.  Before she knew it, she was struggling to breathe, tears thick and hot, panic jeering at her from the side-lines like a rigorous coach.  I want to see you break a sweat, kid!  It ain’t real unless your vision’s blurry!

    You can’t die.  You  CAN’T!  

    What about all of the happiness that there’s left to have together?  We were just getting somewhere.  You can’t leave now.  You can’t leave now.  Please don’t leave now--

    Breathe, bunny.  Just breathe.

    Somewhere amidst the pounding headrush, she heard his voice soothing her, bringing her back to reality.  She had had a number of panic attacks in front of him before, though it stung her pride to admit as such, and he had been the voice of reason that slowly drew her back down to earth.  He couldn’t cure her, but he could certainly help when the world felt as if it was caving in on her.

    Forcing herself to take deep breaths, Grace tried to will the connotations of the note from her head.

    I was supposed to see this when it was too late, but I didn’t.  There might still be time.  I did the opposite of what he told me to do and it might just save him.  I could do something.

    … but what?

    If Edgar, the most powerful lye she had ever witnessed, stood no chance against their maker, what could she realistically do?  There was no way that she’d be able to make a dent in the deity if her Alpha couldn’t.

    It doesn’t matter, she thought stubbornly, forcing herself to stand up on quaking legs.  Her heart was pounding miles too fast, face pale and hands quivering, but she rose.  She rose much like a phoenix being reborn, caked in dirt and weakness, only to emerge as something formidably jaw-dropping.  There’s no time to cry over it.  Edgar has always come through for me.  I can’t rest knowing that I didn’t at least try to do the same for him.  He’s never had an hour of need before, but his time is now.

    Quivering fingers curled around the note once more, scanning the text for clues.

    ‘Even in the void, my heart will ache for you.’

    “... I know where you’ve gone,”   she whispered to herself, haphazardly folding the note and tucking it into her skirt, flattening it down before shifting into her lye form.  Agile footwork carried her from the bed to the open window, her body a long streak of shadow as she sailed effortlessly over its ledge and onto the cobblestone path below.  She would need to move fast.  Now more than ever, her footwork was key.

    There’s only one ‘void’ I know of in this God-forsaken place, she mused as she darted across the street and into the never-ending plains.   It’s No-Man’s Bluff.

#🞮 — you're nothing if you're just another. ❜ ( grace. ) #🞮 — ask me to stay﹐i would be charmed to. ❜ ( ic. ) #drabble *

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The Beginning of Everything

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor

(OC Face claim: Marjorie de Sousa)

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Ch. 11:  Understand Me

Chapter Summary: As the fight against the Sontarans comes to a close, Renata breaks down over the Doctor's choice on how to end the fight. It leads to a heartfelt moment afterwards.

Smoke had invaded almost every inch of Donna's street but all the attention for the moment was on freeing her grandfather from the car he was locked in. The smoke had practically covered everything inside.

"He's gonna choke! Doctor!" Donna frantically tried anything at this point, but nothing opened the car doors.

Suddenly, Sylvia pushed Donna out of the way and shattered the windscreen with an axe. Everyone had frozen to stare at her. "Well, don't just stand there! Get him out!" the woman flapped a hand at her father inside the car.

"I can't believe you've got an axe!" Donna gaped.

"Burglars!"

"Are you alright?" Renata helped the Doctor get Wilf out of the car. The man looked pale but otherwise fine.

"Get inside the house. Just try and close off the doors and windows," the Doctor instructed Sylvia who quickly took her father's arm.

Ross stopped by them in a black cab. "Doctor! This is all I could find that hasn't got ATMOS."

The Doctor graciously took it. He glanced at Renata and saw the blonde was more than ready to go. "Donna, you coming?" he then called for the ginger.

"It's alright if you don't," Renata assured her. She learned fast that for humans family meant everything, to most anyways.

Donna agreed but her mother did not. "Donna! Don't go! Look what happens every time that Doctor appears! Stay with us, please!"

"You go my darling!" Wilf dissuaded any of Donna's doubts. "Don't listen to her! You go with the Doctor! That's my girl!"

"What did you do to those people?" Renata mumbled the question to the Doctor as she got into the cab with him. Sylvia looked like she harbored a deep disdain for the Doctor.

"Eh, long story," he sighed. "Talk it over dinner?"

Renata blinked at the question. It took her by surprise that he would actually want to talk about it with her, and over dinner...the routine he still had trouble adjusting to. "Sure," her lips stretched into a very happy smile.

The Doctor could tell she loved the idea. It wasn't easy to please her and it was a shame because he really liked her smile.

~0~

Donna crinkled her nose the moment they got out of the cab at the factory. "The air is disgusting!"

"You shouldn't expose yourself too much," Renata worried for the weaker lung system humans had.

"She's right. You should get inside the TARDIS! Oh, never given you a key!" the Doctor got a second TARDIS key from his pocket and held it out for Donna. "Keep that!"

"You give keys out?" Renata's flat tone told Donna that she didn't have a key.

"Why don't you have one?"

"Because she kept trying to run away," the Doctor answered with a gaze directly set on Renata. He was a bit guilty for forgetting to give her a key though. Time had just gone by from him.

"You kidnapped me," Renata reminded him with the same flat tone.

"Seriously, I want to hear that story," Donna pointed a finger at the two and snatched the key from the Doctor with her other hand. "After we get all this fixed up."

And so the three separated with Donna heading into the TARDIS and the two aliens into the factory.

"I have to ask…" Renata began slowly once she and the Doctor entered the factory, "...do you know what you're doing?"

"Eh," the Doctor beamed. "This is my forteshay! We'll be great!"

"You mean you will be great. I-" Renata gestured to herself, "-am barely even recognized around here. I'm not complaining, I mean, I did let the Master do horrible things to these people."

The Doctor stopped walking and turned to face her. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yeah it was. Just like always, I didn't have the courage to do something," Renata shook her head. She crossed her arms. "That's always been my thing. And it's cost me so much…"

The Doctor noticed her change in expression. She was staring at him with such meaning that it made him guess this was something important from her past. There were so many things hidden behind her brown eyes…

"We should get to the humans," Renata cleared her throat once she realized her lingering stare. She needed to stop doing things like this.

The two Time Lords arrived at the central command room where every employee was busy at work.

"Right then, here I am, good. Whatever you do, Colonel Mace, do not engage the Sontarans in battle, there is nothing they like better than a war," the Doctor warned the man. "Just leave this to me."

Mace eyed the two aliens with some suspicion. "And what are you going to do?"

"I've got the TARDIS, I'm gonna get on board their ship," the Doctor announced and missed Renata's scrutinizing look beside.

There was no way in hell that was it. He had something else hidden inside that dusty brain of his. It had to - oh. Renata covered her nose with her hand and acted like she was just being casual. Something smelled.

Her eyes widened when she traced the smell to the incoming Martha Jones. "Oh hell no," Renata mumbled and went for her when the Doctor grabbed her arm and yanked her backwards. She threw him a glare.

"No," he whispered. Renata relaxed only a little knowing that the Doctor had also caught the putrid smell. This was not Martha Jones. She was a clone. Martha was off somewhere and they would find her.

~ 0 ~

Martha the clone cluelessly followed Renata and the Doctor to the alleyway where the TARDIS was meant to be. They stopped short when they saw the TARDIS was not there anymore.

"But... where's the TARDIS?" Martha played her cards right and acted rightly surprised.

"What are you doing?" Renata watched the Doctor taste AIR air.

"Taste that, in the air. Yecch. That sort of metal tang. Teleport exchange!'

"It's the Sontarans, they've taken it. And with…" Renata stopped when the bell in her head went off. Oh, if there was anything about the Doctor she was sure of it was that he was good.

And he continued playing his blissful act. "I'm stuck, on Earth like... like an ordinary person. Like a human! How rubbish is that!" he blinked and frowned at Renata. "How did you ever do that?"

"Because, as it turns out, I like normal life," Renata smiled a bit.

"So what do we do?" Martha called for their attention.

"Well... I mean it's shielded, they could never detect it…" the Doctor waited for some sort of expression but the clone was probably incapable of it.

Renata turned to 'Martha' and narrowed her eyes. Martha caught the look and waited for something to be said. When it didn't happen, she made a gesture. "What?"

"What's happening with the air, have you called your family?" Renata asked and almost rolled her eyes at the clone's lack of knowledge. "You told Donna to talk to her family and...you haven't? Not even to warn them?" the Doctor put a hand on Renata's shoulder, his silent form of indicating she was treading along dangerous territory.

Thankfully, the clone was too focused on not blowing her cover. "Course I will, yeah, but, what about Donna? I mean, where's she?"

"Oh, she's gone home. She's not like you, she's not a soldier," the Doctor swiftly supplied the excuse and started back to the factory. "Right. So, avanti!" for security measures, he brought Renata right beside him.

"Change of plan!" he informed the UNIT employees when they returned to the base.

"Good to have you fighting alongside us, Doctor," Mace nodded but the Doctor disagreed.

"I'm not fighting, I'm not-fighting, as in not hyphen fighting, got it? Now, does anyone know what this gas is yet?"

"We're working on it," the clone answered.

"I bet you are," Renata mumbled under her breath.

A different woman came by to them with more information on hand. "It's harmful, but not lethal until it reaches 80% density. We're having the first reports of deaths from the center of Tokyo City."

"And who are you?" asked a bewildered Doctor.

"Captain Marion Price, sir," the woman saluted to him.

"Oh, put your hand down. Don't salute!"

"Jodrell Bank's traced a signal, Doctor, coming from 5000 miles above the Earth. We're guessing that's what triggered the cars," informed Mace.

"The Sontaran ship," the Doctor hummed.

"NATO has gone to Defcon One, we're preparing a strike."

"Um…" Renata blinked and quickly glanced at the working employees behind them. "Yeah, no. You can't do that." Mace settled a hard look on her and she raised her hands in defense. "Sontarans are pretty well developed in their weaponry and...just overall. "

"Just let us talk to the Sontarans," the Doctor jumped in with the question.

Mace looked at them both like they were out of their minds. "You're not authorized to speak on behalf of the Earth."

"I've got that authority, I earned that a long time ago," the Doctor begged to differ. He went right ahead and connected to the system in order to get in contact with the Sontarans. "Calling the Sontaran Command Ship under Jurisdiction Two of the Intergalactic Rules of Engagement. This is The Doctor."

In no time they had a Sontaran on screen. "Doctor, breathing your last?"

Mace blinked at the figure of alien on the screen. "My God, they're like trolls."

"Really? You want to make them more angry?" Renata pointed him to stay quiet.

"So, tell me, General Staal, since when did you lot become cowards?" the Doctor heard Renata's deep sigh beside him.

"How dare you!?" Staal practically screeched in offence.

"At this point I'd be better off talking," Renata mumbled. She was good at talking when it came to things SHE she was passionate about.

When she ran her foundation, she was always in the market looking for potential donations and that required a lot of negotiation skills. But to her, it wasn't business. It was all for the single cause of helping people. She was good at it. She knew she was because of the large donations she would receive from particular stingy people.

But this was war talk.

She didn't like war. War meant death and she had many people taken from her because of war.

The skills just weren't there.

"...but poison gas?" the Doctor unbeknownst pulled Renata from her thoughts. She was glad to see him finally getting back on track. "That's the weapon of a coward and you know it. Staal, you could blast this planet out of the sky, and yet you're sitting up above watching it die. Where's the fight in that? Where's the honor? Or, are you lot planning something else? Cos this isn't normal Sontaran warfare. What are you lot up to?"

"A general would be unwise to reveal his strategy to the opposing forces," Staal declared.

"Aaah, the war's not going so well, then? Losing, are we?"

"Such a suggestion is impossible."

Mace got the feeling that this other opponent of the Sontarans were not exactly humans. "What war?"

'The war between the Sontarans and the Rutans," the Doctor answered him. "It's been raging, far out in the stars for 50,000 years. 50,000 years of bloodshed, and for what?"

"For victory. Sontar-ha!" Staal led the rest of the Sontarans into a joint chant.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and decided to give their ears a break. "Give me a break." He switched the channel of the screen to a normal cartoon show.

"You can't be serious," Renata stared incredulously at the Doctor. He smirked and twirled his sonic between his fingers.

Mace disapproved with the tactics as well. "Doctor. I would seriously recommend that this dialogue is handled by official Earth representation."

But there, Renata had to contradict. "I know it looks bad -" she waved a hand at the Doctor who kept twirling his sonic like nothing, "-but he really is good at this-" but the sonic twirling got on her nerves and so she snatched it from him. "Stop it!"

The Doctor laughed and took his sonic back. He switched the channel back to the Sontarans. "Finished?"

"You will not be so quick to ridicule when you'll see our prize. Behold!" Staal moved out of the way to showcase the TARDIS in their ship. "We are the first Sontarans in history to capture a TARDIS.

"Well. As prizes go, that's... noble," the Doctor eyed the screen carefully, knowing Donna had to be watching from inside the TARDIS. "As they say in Latin, Donna nobis pacem."

Renata hoped to God that Donna was not as terrified as she thought the ginger would be. It was rather rude not to tell Donna of the plan, but Renata doubted the Doctor had time to come up with a different plan.

"Did you never wonder about its design? It's phonebox," the Doctor continued nonchalantly. "It contains a phone. A telephonic device for communication. Sort of symbolic. Like if only we could communicate. You and I."

"All you have communicated is your distress, Doctor," Staal snapped.

"Big mistake though. Showing it to me," the Doctor warned and raised a small device. "Cos I've got remote control."

"Cease transmission!" Staal immediately ordered and ended the contact.

"Oh, well," the Doctor go up from his chair with a mighty casual face.

Mace looked more peeved than ever. "That's achieved nothing."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," the Doctor smiled knowingly. Mace still wasn't convinced.

"He usually has something good," Renata offered words of encouragement but she too failed and sighed when the man walked away.

"You sure seem to know about me more than I thought," the Doctor eyed her.

Renata cleared her throat and searched her brain for a quick excuse. "I've just... I've caught on, that's all. But…" she looked around before taking him by the arm to the doorway away from the others, "I have to say I'm a little upset you put Donna into a dangerous situation. If you needed someone up on the Sontaran ship you could have asked me."

"I didn't exactly have time to do it. We had to be alone for me to explain out loud, since…" he stopped and rubbed the side of his neck.

Renata waited for him to finish his thought but he seemed reluctant to. "Since what?" she ultimately asked.

"Since, well, we're not...you know…" he pointed between them, specifically their heads, "Telepathically connected?"

"Oh…" Renata blinked. "I guess...I guess not. Hadn't really thought of that actually."

Being able to telepathically communicate with one another was child's play for Time Lords. Even a newborn had that ability packed down. Renata had gotten so used to being alone on Earth and cancelling out her abilities with a perception filter that now that she was free, the thought to open that ability with the Doctor hadn't even crossed her mind.

Judging by the Doctors face, he had thought of it.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Renata couldn't help smile at his shifty behavior. He looked so nervous, it reminded her of their younger days. He was just as jumpy and adventurous then but also a little more easy to make nervous. Apparently she did that on a regular basis.

"You were angry with me and then…" the Doctor gave a shrug. "I don't know, I just...I didn't want you to think I was pressuring you."

Renata swore she was reliving the past then.

A young Renata (then Zuriah) finished overlooking a couple of papers. When she lowered them down, her surprised expression came face to face with a younger Doctor sitting right in front of her.

"This is actually...good," she breathed in.

The Doctor sarcastically rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know, I'm known for bad ideas-"

"Bad ideas-"

Once again the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Yes, alright-"

"Actually, terrible ideas sometimes-"

"Okay-"

"-and in some of your ridiculously finest moments, awful-"

"Alright," the Doctor finally cut her off. Zuriah sheepishly smiled in return. "What I was trying to say was that I didn't say anything because I wanted things to be good. To be in check, I meant. Because I know how you like everything about this foundation to be perfect-"

"Perfect is good," Zuriah said logically, making him smile.

"Yes, fine-"

"No, it is fine," Zuriah gently corrected but the Doctor just motioned her to stay quiet and let him finish.

"I wanted everything to be properly done before you got to see it. I triple checked everything and there are no mistakes."

Zuriah's eyes flickered from the papers to the Doctor. "Well, this is actually really great. I could have a potential investor in the foundation. That'll be big! Me, not even graduated from the academy…"

"It'll make you even more unique!"

Zuriah blushed. "Thank you, but...you could have told me about this earlier. I would have helped."

"I just...I didn't want to pressure you," the Doctor rubbed the side of his neck. "I know how...complex you are with the foundation, so... I needed things to be perfect for you."

Zuriah chuckled at this nervousness. She didn't want to admit it, but she thought he looked adorable.

"I think…" Renata couldn't form a coherent sentence then, her face inexplicably warm.

The Doctor would've paid her more attention if Martha the clone hadn't walked in at that moment. She was overlooking a clipboard but no doubt with a second agenda. The Doctor strode up to her and snatched the clipboard from her.

Martha hadn't been expecting his presence but made due. "There's carbon monoxide, hydrocarbons, nitrogen oxides but 10% unidentified. Some sort of artificial heavy element we can't trace. You ever seen anything like it?"

The Doctor hated that he truly didn't know. "Must be something the Sontarans invented. This isn't just poison, they need this gas for something else. What could that be?"

"Uh, Doctor…" Renata was staring at the room. "The humans are at it again." The Doctor rushed back into the room in time to see them prepare to launch.

"What?! I told you not to launch!"

Mace regarded him barely. "The gas is at 60% density, 80% and people start dying, Doctor. We've got no choice."

"Launching will only speed up your deaths," Renata thought this was a logical consequence but the humans didn't see it.

"You're making a mistake, Colonel! For once, I hope the Sontarans are ahead of you."

Renata side-glanced Martha the clone who seemed far too calm for someone who was about to be 'blown up' in a matter of seconds. But that was it, wasn't it? The clone wasn't worried because she wasn't going to get hurt. The Sontarans...wouldn't fire.

"...4, 3, 2, 1…0"

And just at that moment of supposed launch, every computer went dark.

Mace saw all the computers' screens in disbelief. "What is it? What happened? Did we launch? Well, did we?"

"Negative, sir," informed Price. "The launch codes have been wiped, sir. It must be the Sontarans."

"Can we override it?"

"Now why would you want to override your get-out-of-death card?" Renata felt so frustrated it really made her wonder how the Doctor kept doing this.

"Missiles wouldn't even dent that ship, so why are the Sontarans so keen to stop you?" the Doctor asked and looked to Martha. "Any ideas?"

The clone raised an eyebrow. "How should I know?"

"Greyhound 40 declaring absolute emergency!" they all heard Ross' voice over the comm. system . "Sontarans within factory grounds, east corridor grid six!"

"Absolute emergency, declaring Code Red. All troops, Code Red!" Mace shouted into the comms.

"Get them out of there!" the Doctor rushed to the man, urgently trying to get a full on retreat...only to be ignored.

"All troops, open fire!"

"The guns aren't working. Inform all troops, standard weapons do not work!"

"Please!" Renata went after the Doctor. "They're not equipped to fight these aliens! Get them out!"

"Tell the Doctor it's that Cordolaine signal. He's the only one who can stop them-" but the was the last thing they heard from the radio.

"Greyhound 40, report!" Mace cluelessly ordered. "Over. Greyhound 40, report. Greyhound 40, report!"

By this point the Doctor was furious. "He wasn't Greyhound 40, his name was Ross. Now listen to me, and GET THEM OUT OF THERE!"

That kind of shout would have made anyone shrink. Mace knew when to give in, and so he made the order for a full retreat.

"That's not going to stop them from overtaking the factory," Renata told the Doctor, hoping he would calm down. He was no good when he was frustrated. She knew that.

"But it doesn't make sense," he was utterly confused with the war strategy. "Why attack now? What are they up to? Times like this, I could do with the Brigadier…" he made a turn at Mace. "No offence."

"None taken. Sir Alistair's a fine man, if not the best. Unfortunately he's stranded in Peru."

"Launch grid back online!" Price called them back.

Renata sighed. "You know, humans were a lot easier to handle in my time."

"You had them in historical times where they were even more ignorant," the Doctor remarked.

"Yes, but ignorance meant easier control," Renata shook her head.

Once again, the launching system failed. Price went back in to see the problem but could barely get the screens to turn back on. "They're inside the system, sir. It's coming from within UNIT itself," she resolved.

Mace overlooked any screen in his vicinity and ordered for them to trace it. He returned to where the Doctor and Renata stood and shared his one winning question. "Why are they defending the factory only after we were inside?"

"Because they wanted you here," Renata said within the second and received an odd look in return. "I fought in a war too, sir. It's a plain, simple strategy. There is obviously something UNIT had that they wanted...and now it's still here."

"Then whatever it is we've got to recover it," Mace could finally agree with her on something. "This Cordolaine signal thing, how does it work?

"The bullets. It causes expansion of the copper shell," explained the Doctor.

"Excellent. I'm on it," Mace walked off.

"For the billionth time, you can't fight Sontarans!" the Doctor shouted after him in vain.

"Don't waste your breath on them," Renata muttered.

The Doctor let it go only for the moment. They needed to get in contact with Donna up in the TARDIS but they could only talk somewhere quiet, private. He managed to secure a phone from a nearby officer, and with Renata's help, called to Donna.

"I'll keep watch," Renata promised and stood just by the threshold of the small side room. Martha the clone wasn't even paying attention to them but they weren't going to take any chances.

The Doctor was persuading Donna to take down a Sontaran up on the ship and Renata felt for the woman, understanding it was probably a scary thing for a human. There really was no training for such moments.

Luckily, the Doctor seemed skilled in persuasion. He talked to Donna with so much confidence - something Renata easily saw Donna lacked - that he definitely got Donna to go out and do what he needed. It was always his thing. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. He could talk his way out of death - he had - and probably many other things.

"Oh, you are brilliant, you are!" she heard the man practically kiss the phone out of delight.

She barely contained her smile. She turned around, her hair flipping with her, and faced a rather bright Doctor. "The way you speak to Donna...seems like you care about her a lot."

"Well-" the Doctor lowered the phone for a bit, "-don't you?"

"I mean...yeah, I don't want her to die or anything, but...I barely know the woman. And you...you seem to be like that with every human we meet."

"They're extraordinary people. You've lived with them long too…"

"Yeah, but, just as neighbors. I kept to myself except for ...you know…" Renata's smile faded, "...the Cartwrights."

The Doctor nodded. It was still a pang to his hearts whenever she spoke about her adoptive human children. Never would he forget that it was his fault they were killed. It was something he would have to carry for the rest of his lives.

"Counter-attack!" Mace's sudden appearance made both aliens rush back into the main room.

"I said you don't stand a chance!" the Doctor felt like a broken record.

"Positions," Mace flatout ignored the warning. "That means everyone." He abruptly tossed two gas masks at Renata. "You're not going without me!"

"I...I don't even know where we're going," Renata immediately turned to the Doctor expecting a full on explanation.

The Doctor took her out with them and, after putting on the gas masks, they entered the fog-ridden street. Mace showed them the weapons they were going to be using in just a minute

"Latest firing stock, what do you think, Doctor?"

"Are you my Mummy?" the Doctor comically responded. Renata whacked him on the chest.

"If you could concentrate," Mace retorted. "Bullets with a rad-steel coating, no copper surface. Should overcome the Cordolaine signal."

"But the Sontarans have got lasers!" the Doctor was tired of repeating to just be ignored. "You can't even see in this fog, the night-vision doesn't work."

"Thank you Doctor, thank you for your lack of faith. But this time, I'm not listening," Mace took off his gas mask and addressed his awaiting soldiers. "Attention, all troops! Sontarans might think of us as primitive. As does every passing species with an axe to grind. They make a mockery of our weapons, our soldiers, our ideals. But no more! From this point on, it stops. From this point on, the people of Earth fight back and we show them! We show the warriors of Sontar what the human race can do! Trap One to Hawk Major! Go, go, go!"

Renata was the first one to look up at the sky after hearing a loud whirring sound. The fog around them was swept away by none other than the Valiant. Her hearts nearly stopped but she knew that this time the ship was being used for good.

And the Master was dead.

She pulled off her gas mask with the others and expressed her impression of the humans' strategy. "This was actually not a bad idea."

"Valiant, fire at will!" Mace gave the final order.

The Valiant fired at the factory with a collection of green energy. The soldiers on the ground went in with all the power they had and actually managed to overpower the Sontarans.

While this was good news, it also meant it was time to continue the plan. The Doctor once again put Donna on the line.

"Donna, hold on. I'm coming," he reassured the probably-terrified ginger on the other line.

"Shouldn't we follow the Colonel?" the clone was right behind the two aliens.

Renata put on her best smile for the clone, even though the stench made her want to gag. "Martha, I've missed you. This can be like one of our old times."

The Doctor called the women over, and soon the three followed him and his sonic to hunt down the alien technology inside the factory. The search led them to the basement of the factory with no such disruptions from the Sontarans.

"If there's no Sontarans here, it must be where their precious cargo is," Renata muttered to the Doctor who agreed in a hum.

"They can't resist a battle. Here we go," the Doctor pushed open the doors of the lab and the first thing he saw was the real Martha Jones fast asleep over a metal table.

"Martha!" Renata cried and ran towards the woman.

The Doctor came after her and searched for Martha's vital, thankful to find one. "She's still alive," she calmed Renata's nerves.

Renata's gaze went over to the clone who had taken aim at them with a gun. "Seriously?" the blonde raised an eyebrow. The Doctor followed her gaze and shared the same, unimpressed face.

"Wish you carried a gun now?"

"Not at all," the Doctor rolled his eyes. He could feel the overconfidence radiating off the clone.

"I've been stopping the nuclear launch all this time," the clone proudly informed them.

"Doing exactly what I wanted. I needed to stop the missiles, just as much as the Sontarans. I'm not having Earth start an interstellar war. You're a triple agent!"

The clone blinked, of course not expecting her identity to be compromised so early in the mission. "When did you know?"

"We always knew," Renata revealed to her. "Clone basis. What do you humans call it? 101?" she glanced at the Doctor to make sure she'd gotten it right. He gave her a little smile of amusement but still confirmed her question. "You have a reduced iris contraction, slight thinning of the hair follicles on the left temple. And, frankly, the worst of it all-" Renata waved a hand in front of her nose, "-you smell. Badly."

"You might as well have worn a T-shirt saying 'clone'," the Doctor remarked but re-thought his statement. "Although, maybe not in front of Captain Jack. You remember him, don't you? Cos you've got all her memories. That's why the Sontarans had to protect her, to keep you inside UNIT. Martha Jones is keeping you alive." He ripped off the device on Martha's head to break the connection.

The real woman screamed awake and started ramble on over the last thing she remembered. At the same time, the clone screeched and fell to the ground. Renata went over and got the gun away from her.

"It's alright, Martha! It's alright!" the Doctor promised her, but it took several more seconds for Martha to get with the program. The cellphone he'd taken started to ring again, making him groan. "Oh, blimey I'm busy. Got it?" he answered.

"You needn't be so rude to poor Donna," Renata returned and disapprovingly shook her head at him.

The Doctor acknowledged her statement with a wave of a hand and continued speaking to Donna. "Take off the covering. All the blue switches inside, flick them up like a fusebox. And that should get the teleport working." He hurriedly moved to the broken teleport in the room and tinkered with the glitches while Donna did his task.

"Oh my God," Martha breathed in when she saw her clone still struggling on the ground. "That's me!"

"Yes, it's your clone," Renata reassured her everything was fine now. "She won't hurt you."

"It's not like she can hurt anything now," Martha got off her bed and, despite Renata's warnings, she went to the clone.

"Don't touch me!" the clone swatted Martha's hands away.

"It's not my fault," Martha insisted to speak with the clone. "The Sontarans created you. But... you had all my memories."

The clone breathed in harder, and a little faster. "You've got a brother, sister, mother and father."

"If you don't help me, they're gonna die," Martha thought that since the clone was technically her, she would have a heart somewhere.

"You love them…"

"Yes, remember that?"

"The gas!" the Doctor shouted from the teleport. "Tell us about the gas!"

"He's the enemy!" the clone gritted her teeth together.

"Then tell me. It's not just poison, what's it for?" Martha anxiously awaited for the clone to answer her. "Martha, please!"

The clone released a sigh. "Caesofine concentrate. It's one part of Bosteen, two parts Probic 5."

"Clonefeed!" the Doctor instantly knew the plan.

"What's clonefeed?" Martha looked at the two aliens questionably.

"It's your basic amniotic fluid for Sontarans," Renata explained. "They're about to breed on this planet." Martha crinkled her nose.

"It's why they're not invading the planet - they're converting the atmosphere," the Doctor finally got the idea. "Changing the planet into a clone world. Earth becomes a great big hatchery. Cos the Sontarans are clones, that's how they reproduce. Give 'em a planet this big, they'll create billions of new soldiers. That gas isn't poison, it's food!"

"My heart...it's getting slower," the clone leaned against the leg of a table.

"There's nothing I can do," Martha said sadly.

"In your mind, you've got so many plans. There's so much that you wanna do…"

"And I will," Martha gave a small smile. "Never do tomorrow what you can do today, my mum says. Cos…"

"Cos you never know how long you've got. Martha Jones... All that life."

Renata's gaze fell to the floor suddenly. The two Marthas' words had hit an unexpected home. It was easier said than done, right?

"Now!" the Doctor exclaimed and startled the blonde back to the present. He pointed his sonic at the teleport pod from outside and activated it. Donna appeared within the next second, scared out of her mind.

She hopped off and met the Doctor with a hug. "Have I ever told you how much I hate you?"

The Doctor was, at the moment, a little more preoccupied with using the teleport again. "Hold on, hold on! Get off me!" he had to move Donna out of the way to sonic the teleport again. "Gotta bring the TARDIS down."

"Well, that's still rude," Renata met Donna with a well needed hug. "You did fantastic," she praised the ginger's admiral bravery. Donna smiled shyly but took the compliment.

"Martha, you coming?" the Doctor called to the woman once the blue box was back with them.

"What about this nuclear launch thing?" Martha slowly got back on her feet.

"Just keep pressing N, we want to keep those missiles on the ground!"

Donna noticed the lying Martha on the ground and blinked. "But...there's two of them."

"It's not worth telling," Renata reassured her and moved Dona into the teleport with the Doctor and Martha.

"The old team, back together!" the Doctor grinned then looked at the two women who hadn't exactly been with him since Martha's start. "Well, the new team."

"Forced team!" Renata reminded him with a huff. "You kidnapped me!"

The Doctor let his head hang. "Again? I just-"

"I don't want to go back on that ship!" Donna let her feelings be heard loud and clear.

"No, no, no," the Doctor shook his head at her. "I needed to get the teleport working so that we could get to…" he activated the teleport again and transferred them to Rattigan Academy, "Here! The Rattigan Academy, owned by-"

"Don't tell anyone what I did!" Luke Rattigan himself stood in front of them with shaking hands aiming a gun at them. "It wasn't my fault, the Sontarans lied to me, they-"

The Doctor, completely unimpressed and outright tired, snatched the gun from Luke's hands - making the teen flinch - and chucked the gun away. "If I see one more gun…"

Renata didn't even notice her smile at him until Martha nudged her side. "Don't drool," the woman teased.

Renata blushed but couldn't snap when Donna cut in, having heard the tease and of course became curious. "Hold on, did she just say-"

"Martha Jones I will throw you into orbit," Renata muttered and stalked away.

Donna's biggened smile followed after the blonde. "Now just tell me…"

Renata purposely busied herself by helping the Doctor create whatever it was he'd thought of. The Doctor never heard anything since he was too focused on explaining - out loud - the real plan of the Sontarans.

"That's why the Sontarans had to stop the missiles, they were holding back! Because, caesofine gas is volatile, that's why they had to use you to stop the nuclear attack! Ground-to-air engagement could've sparked off the whole thing!"

"Do you breathe somewhere along those quick rambles?" Renata asked with some genuine concern. It had always been one of her famous questions, and she supposed the Doctor remembered it too because he paused his work and stared at her rather perplexed. Oh my God I will never learn, will I? she berated herself.

"So they were like going to set fire to the atmosphere?" Martha unknowingly got the Doctor back on track.

"Yeah…" he answered, still slow at first as he got over the initial surprise. He was probably overthinking things anyways. Many people could say that...then again, no one really had except for one person…he had to stop. "They need all the gas intact to breed their clone army. And all the time we had Luke here in his dream factory. Planning a little trip, were we?"

"They promised me a new world," Luke was leaning against his desk, contemplating his life choices.

"You were building equipment, ready to terraform El Mundo Luko so that humans could live there and breathe the air with this! An atmospheric converter," the Doctor tapped the device he was working on.

"Color me shocked," Renata blinked. "That big brain and you couldn't see you were being used?"

The Doctor picked up the device and ran out the room, letting the others follow him out. The sky was full of smoke, nothing could be seen beyond.

"That's London. You can't even see it. My family's in there," Donna felt her nerves wreck.

The Doctor was tinkering with the device, hoping to get the activation right. "If I can get this on the right setting…"

"Doctor, hold on, you said the atmosphere would ignite…" Martha recalled the words with looming conclusions.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" he finally activated the device. A flame burst from it and plunged into the sky, causing the ignition. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please…" he actually crossed his fingers and bounced a little, something Renata watched with almost frustration.

Martha noticed it and wondered what exactly it was. Because while it was frustration it wasn't exactly the same 'I'm upset' frustration one would think. It seemed almost like...realization.

What had Renata realized?

The fire in the sky disappeared in about a minute, clearing all smoke with it.

"He's a genius!" Luke gawked.

"Just brilliant," Donna laughed.

The Doctor didn't express the same happiness. He was still a little more urgent. "Now we're in trouble!" he grabbed the device and rushed back inside the room.

He was already inside the teleporter once again when the others got back in the room. The device was standing right beside him, and a finger was hovering over the teleporter control. "Right, so... Donna, thank you. For everything," he began, rather awkwardly yet full of sorrow. "Martha, you too. Oh... so many times. Luke, do something clever with your life. Renata, I kidnapped you and it was, unashamedly, the best decision I ever made."

Renata was stunned, but not by his words. "You…" her face scrunched into something, but Donna didn't give her the chance to express herself.

"Why are you saying goodbye?" she demanded.

"Sontarans are never defeated. They'll be getting ready for war. And, well, you know, I've recalibrated this for Sontaran air, so…" the Doctor left the rest to the imagination.

"You're gonna ignite them and kill yourself," Renata's sharpened voice was like a puncturing needle on the Doctor. Oh, she was getting mad...or something along those lines.

"Just send that thing up, on it's own. I don't know... put it on a delay!" Martha thought fast.

The Doctor shook his head. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I've got to give them a choice."

Renata felt like a ticking time bomb and the explosion was coming. "Doctor you listen-"

But the Doctor teleported before she could finish. Her eyes may have been disheartening but it was contrasted by the big scowl resting across her lips.

"Ren…" Martha didn't even want to imagine what was running through Renata's mind at the moment. She moved over to Renata's side.

"I know what you're thinking but you'll never say," the blonde began, uncharacteristically calm despite the situation. It was a scary type of calm. "If I had told him, he would've done differently. Well, I've got a newsflash for you, he wouldn't. I stopped mattering centuries ago and yet...he still matters to me - I…" she shook her head.

She would not spill tears. She had no right anyways. She made the mistake and she had to live with the consequences. She turned the Doctor away once, and she made it damn clear she would never, ever runaway with him. It was the death sentence to their once, young love and she knew it. With the centuries' pass, she thought it was all a closed story. It didn't matter anymore. He'd been married, had kids, done so many, many things without ever once attempting to find her. Granted she'd unexpectedly regenerated before graduating, but even then, he could have found her if he tried. But he hadn't. She told him never to make contact with her.

It should have been the ending of them.

And yet, today, coupled with all their recent travels, Renata came to the conclusion - the second time in her life - that the Doctor still mattered to her. She still cared for him. She loved him. She loved him in all his stupid, quirky acts and and heroic moments.

"I hate him," she swallowed hard and maintained her face of any emotions that would give her up.

"What are you doing?" Donna called to Luke inside the teleport. She'd been paying close attention to Renata but ultimately the boy messing around with the only device that could bring back the aliens got to her.

"Something clever," Luke promised them. He straightened up and gave a final smile at them before teleporting away and leaving the Doctor in his place.

The Time Lord was too shellshocked from the sudden switcheroo to speak. He clambered out of the teleporter and rested on the edge of it. Donna was the first one to march up to him and whacked him on the arm. He flinched but Donna then hugged him out of relief for his safety.

The same could not be said for a blonde Time Lady.

~0~

"You're a selfish prick, you know that!?" Renata paced back and forth inside the TARDIS, spewing out some very nice vocabulary that the Doctor flinched at every second or so.

He now knew what Renata looked like when she was mad as hell. Still, thinking he deserved it, he kept his mouth shut and allowed Renata to get her feelings off her chest.

"You don't go asking me - kidnapping me - to get me in your TARDIS only for you to then go sacrificing yourself for a stupid cause!" she was almost purple on the face after such a long sentence she said so fast.

"It wasn't 'stupid'-"

"Yes-" Renata cut him off and stormed towards him, "-it was. Sontarans don't give a damn if some of their fleet gets killed off! There's always going to be Sontarans but there is only one you-" she jabbed her index finger on his chest.

Her compliment, though obscured with crazy anger, almost made the Doctor believe he heard wrong. He couldn't help the smile his lips gave. "That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me," he remarked, making Renata blink with realization.

Oh God she had just said that.

The Doctor gingerly took her finger still threatening his chest. "And now that I know how you feel, I can honestly say I will think twice before giving myself up like that again."

Renata swallowed and pulled her finger from his hand. He was smiling so stupidly at her, full of genuine care for her. "Fine!" she relented for that case only. "You don't ever pull that on me again because it's selfish! You're selfish!" she was letting her emotions take her over and that was not good. She felt like a child, really, shouting and almost crying. "I scold you, I say things I don't mean, I make your life impossibly difficult but it is my unfortunate way of saying that I do care! I'm selfish too because I want you to take it and know what I actually mean!" Oh my god she had definitely sounded like him with his rambling.

The Doctor was sure that if he showed a smile it would be rude but he was fairly amused at her innocence. He only slightly chuckled and yanked Renata into a hug, surprising her in the process. "You think I didn't know that already? If you had actually hated me, you would've left a long time ago. Renée, contrary to the popular belief that I am a clueless idiot-"

"Which you are…" Renata blurted and scrunched her eyes shut. "Sorry."

The Doctor laughed again. "I do know what actual hate looks like, and it's not in you. It's okay if you're not good with words. I will always understand what you mean to say.'

His words made her hearts swell and him hugging her tighter didn't help her case. But, just for that one moment, she allowed herself to really feel. She accepted she still loved his hugs and the way he smelled, his natural way with words - the very talent she lacked as he stated - and his extraordinary talent at frustrating her. She loved it all and she loved him.

But he would never know.

Martha and Donna walked in at that moment, unknowingly ending the moment between the aliens. Martha was asking how Donna's family was after such a day.

"They're fine," Donna assured but she was struggling to sound casual. Actually deciding to leave her family for an indefinite period wasn't something easy to do. "So! You gonna come with us? We're not exactly short of space."

"It really would be nice to have you around," Renata told Martha, though the hope for that was minimal. From the very start of their arrival to the ATMOS factory, Renata could tell the sparkle of space adventures wasn't in Martha's eyes anymore. The woman loved her life on Earth and there was no pulling her from it.

Martha nostalgically gazed at the console room. "Oh, I have missed all this, but, you know. I'm good here. Back at home. And I'm better for having been away. Besides-" she raised her hand and flashed her engagement ring at the three, "-someone needs me. Never mind the universe, I've got a great big world of my own now!"

But almost as soon as she said that, the doors slammed shut and they heard the locking noose. Before anyone could ask what was going on, the TARDIS took off with a violent shake, throwing the others around.

"Doctor, don't you dare!" Martha had landed over a railing. "I said kidnap Renata not me!"

The Doctor was trying to figure out what was piloting the TARDIS because it sure as hell wasn't him. "No, no, no! I didn't touch anything! We're in flight, it's not me!"

"Dare I ask where we're going!?" Renata pulled herself around the console to get to the scanner in hopes of figuring out the destination.

"I don't know, it's out of control!" the Doctor reached the scanner at the same time as Renata. Both of them saw no destination but the TARDIS sure seemed determined to get to it.

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[lilhemmo]

uh another sweet pea fic please!!! i would like the following tropes - baby!fic (can't wait to see what you do with this one!!) and fake dating or fake married!!

send me two au’s from THIS list + a ship/character

a/n: sweet pea and babies is a weakness of mine, hopefully i make you suffer as much as i did writing this!!

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“Sweets, I don’t know what to friggin’ do, she won’t stop crying!”

“Do you need reinforcements?”

“I-uh, well, ugh–yes, please,” you admit through tears.

It takes him an hour to get to your house, and the little baby in your arms still hasn’t ebbed her sobs. It doesn’t matter what you do - rocking, feeding, singing, kissing, whispering, anything. You’re crying as you try to sing to her through your tears, watery words leaving your lips.

“Honey, I’m home!”

At least that gets you to laugh.

You swallow and chuckle wetly, wiping at your face before he can come in the nursery to see you in your blabbering mess.

“Hey,” he’s quiet as he enters the room, reaching out to hug you around the shoulders. He coos down at the tiny human in your arms, “And how are you tonight missus?”

You roll your eyes, “You don’t get to ask her how she’s doing, Sweets. She’s killing me. Would you ask a killer how they’re feeling?”

Sweet Pea smiles wryly down at you and proceeds to take her from your arms and coddle her against his chest. He bounces her up and down, gently caressing her back as he hums in her ear.

It takes another hour, but finally he gets her to fall asleep in his arms at three in the morning. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open on the couch that is placed in the nursery.

“C’mon,” he murmurs in your ear as he reaches down to pluck you from the couch. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You nod numbly, your head lolling against his chest. Sweet Pea manages to get you under your covers before grabbing his keys.

“Stay, Pea,” you murmur, dumbly reaching out for his shadow. You pout just enough to make him feel guilty, “Please?”

His shadow gets larger as he gets closer and you can’t fight the smile on your face. Sweet Pea leans down onto his knees, his fingertips brushing through your hair.

“I’ll be on the couch, then.”

You shake your head and reach up to cup his cheek in your palm, “No, Sweets, just stay in the bed. I’m cold and tired.”

He laughs but it’s different than usual. Sweet Pea peels his jacket off and slips in beside you. Immediately you turn to face him and wind your arms around his waist, “Thank you. You’re warm.”

Sweets kisses your forehead and you see something hovering in his gaze, so you breach the subject and ask, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea answers immediately.

You shake your head and run your fingertips over his shoulder blades, “I’m not an idiot. I have been your best friend for almost two decades.”

“Yeah,” he says softly. “I know.”

Your hands maneuver to his cheeks and you can’t stop your thumbs from rubbing over his warm skin. His legs tangle with yours and you feel heat spring from your toes to your chest.

“I-If it’s about Evangeline, I’m sorry,” you push yourself away from him and feel tears soaking up your vision. “I didn’t mean to call you so late, you could’ve said no.”

“No, no, shh,” he brings you back in, tucking you under his chin, “that’s not it, I’m so sorry. Look, I just-” Sweet Pea hides his nose in your hair and takes in a deep breath, “I’m just mad Layton split on you and Eve. And it’s late, so I’m spewing crap. I’m sorry, let’s just go to sleep.”

“Sweets,” you speak desperately. You pull his cheeks so he’s looking at you and your heart is racing, “Please don’t do this, don’t shut me out.”

His lips press against your forehead and you feel your eyes grow heavy from his warmth, “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

One of his hands dips under your shirt and his palm is soft and hot against your back. He runs his fingers up and down your spine and it lulls you to sleep.

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“I can’t believe you agreed to come to the game with me,” Sweet Pea throws an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you close and presses a quick kiss to your temple before looking down at the bundle in your arms.

“And you too, Miss Evie,” he pulls her beanie from over her eyes and kisses her forehead before settling back into his chair. 

A young couple comes up to you and squints down at your baby in your arms and smiles at her chunky cheeks, “She’s so beautiful! Looks just like her daddy, huh?”

You go to correct her, but Sweet Pea sits forward and thanks her, “She’ll be one in a couple of months.”

“She’s adorable,” the woman comments again before she and her partner walk to their seats.

You throw a look at Sweet Pea, wide eyes and raised brows, “What was that?”

He shrugs, “Can’t hurt, can it? We don’t know them.”

His arm is warmer around your shoulders as he tucks you into his side, Evangeline cradled between your bodies.

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“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Evangeline, happy birthday to you!”

Everyone cheers and you nudge Evangeline towards her cake that’s meant for her grubby little hands only. There are a few other mothers here with their children, but it’s mostly family - and Serpents.

“Happy birthday baby,” Sweet Pea holds one of her hands gently and pushes it into the frosting. She looks at him with wide blue eyes and begins laughing hysterically. Afterward, it’s every person for themselves as cake and frosting begin to fling all over the house. Luckily, you’d thought to protect your walls and floor with plastic tablecloths so the cleaning should be easy.

Sweet Pea grabs you around the shoulders and pulls you into his body, his arms warm and tight around your shoulders. He kisses your forehead and then your hair, a smile evident on his lips.

The party begins to wind down, all of the young children - and the mothers, too - worn out from the sitting outside in the sun and keeping up with their toddling tots.

One of the single mother’s you met in your support group comes to give you a hug, her daughter already in her carrier. She smiles, “I’m so glad you and Sweet Pea could find one another. Evangeline is going to love her parents.”

You open your mouth to tell her that Evangeline’s father is an ungrateful coward, but Sweet Pea sidles up next to you and thanks her before you can get a word in.

You look up at him to question his antics, but his lips are on your cheek before he’s on the move again, helping out the mother’s put their children in car seats and carrying their bags for them.

Your hands are on your hips as you study him, his tall, built frame squatting underneath SUV trunks to load in frilly bags and tiny babies into their car seats. You can’t help the smile on your face, but you try to hold it back with your teeth against your lower lip.

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As soon as the word slips from her lips, you feel your whole world drop out from under you.

“Daddy! Can’t catch me!”

You drop the dishes in your hands and Sweet Pea looks up from where he’s chasing Evangeline around in the living room to watch as the color drains from your face. 

He catches her by snatching the back of her shirt, her thick legs unable to balance her so she falls on her bottom. Luckily she’s still tiny and so the fall is relatively short. Sweet Pea picks her up and takes her to her play pen, the area roped off from the rest of the house.

“If you stay here and play by yourself for a minute, I promise I’ll play with you until bedtime,” he nods to her as he sets her down on her feet. Evangeline tries to pout, but realizes it won’t work and instead pushes herself up onto her tip-toes to press a sloppy kiss to his lips.

“Okay, daddy,” she hums, “I’ll be waiting.”

You’re not sure how your daughter became so articulate at the young age of two, but currently it’s not helping your situation.

“Sweets, I am so sorry,” you shake your head and start plucking up the large pieces of porcelain as he makes his way into the kitchen. Tears stream down your cheeks but you busy yourself with the clean up. “I-uh, I didn’t-I’m so sorry, she doesn’t know any better.”

“Hey,” he reaches across the space between you to help guide you out of your mess, “it’s okay. Like you said, she doesn’t know any better.”

Sweet Pea props you up on the counter, your knees open so he can fit between them. You shove your hands over your face and shake your head, “I’m so sorry, Pea. Really. I’m so friggin’ embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” he speaks softly. His large hands encompass yours, guiding them down so he can look in your watery eyes. He chuckles, his gaze softening the longer he has to take you in.

“How could she know any better, hm?” Sweet Pea asks you indignantly. He shrugs his shoulders, wiping your tears away, “Everyone else can’t even tell if we’re together or not. I practically live here, sleep in your bed. How does she know that I’m not her father?”

“That’s my fault,” you whimper, your lip trembling as you realize what he’s saying. He’s trying to get out of your life, and he needs to. He doesn’t deserve this burden that you and Evangeline put on his shoulders. You nibble on your lips to try and create words, “I-I pushed you to do this, I wrangled you in here and I made you some sort of pseudo-father for her. I should have never-”

Your lips can’t form words because Sweet Pea’s mouth is on top of them.

You’re frozen and therefore you cannot react, which gives him the wrong impression entirely. You gulp and he pulls himself away from you, distancing your bodies and your mouths.

Instantly his face turns bright red and he tries to stammer out an apology. Instead of listening to it, you yank him by his leather jacket and seal his lips with your own.

Sweet Pea’s hands are on your hips, digging into your skin as if you were some sort of anchor, and your fingers are in his hair. His throat shakes as a groan escapes his lips, your name tumbling from his teeth.

“Sweets,” you whisper, feeling his mouth track down your cheek to your jaw. You can’t open your eyes as his lips trail over your skin, “Pea, I-”

“You what?” he asks, looking up at you through dark lashes. “Want me to stop? Want me to leave?”

Your fingers secure themselves in his hair, holding him steady so he looks you in the eye, “I want you to stay. Here.”

“I already do that,” he chuckles, his fingertips dipping under your shirt and searing your skin. You swallow thickly, “I-I mean permanently. I want you to live here and not have to go home to get more clothes.”

“Darling,” his voice is soft, softer than you’ve ever heard it before, so soft it almost breaks. You feel a tear drip over your eyelid and he catches it on his thumb.

“I-I love you, Pea,” you push the words past your lips even though they’re not foreign between the two of you. “And I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with me, with us, in the past. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to - but I want to ask you to stay, to be with me, with us.”

Sweet Pea kisses you again, feverishly, his hands roaming over your back and biting into your skin. You gasp as his lips connect with your neck, your hands roaming over his abdomen to hold him closer.

“Mama! Daddy!”

You hear the slap of feet against the wood flooring, Evangeline’s tiny figure teetering in front of the two of you in the dining room. She giggles as she sees the two of you so close, “Pway now?”

Sweet Pea ducks his head into your neck and you feel his tongue swipe over your collarbone, unbeknownst to your daughter. You grind your teeth together and dig your nails into his sides. He winces, but chuckles against your skin.

“Yes, darling,” you smile as Sweet Pea retreats from his beloved spot on your shoulder. He turns and picks her up, twirling her before planting a comical kiss on her cheek with a loud smack. Evangeline giggles and you can’t help the grin that tugs your lips skyward.

Sweet Pea runs in circles around the living room and into the kitchen, pausing for a moment to look you in the eyes, “Oh, I love you too, by the way. In case you were wondering.”

You bite your lip, wondering how in the world you got so lucky.

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[thefragileblackdahlia]

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester: Final Part

Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean are stunned when the spirits of Meg and Agent Henricksen appear. Ariel has flashbacks of Lucifer with the Mark and also pays the price for doing the right thing.

Ariel centric episode.

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Archangel!OFC, Castiel x sister!Ariel, Kindred Spirit!MOC!Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): Typical Supernatural violence, Mild Language, Dark thoughts, Self-loathing

A/N: I'm glad that people are liking my style of writing. I don't do much all day so the episodes are gonna come out faster than planned. I am excited about this as much as everyone else. Sam's storyline in season 4 isn't really interesting to me. I hate it but I will include some parts, I promise. Beta'd by no one so if there are any errors I'm sorry.

Word count: 2,234

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The wind whisked past Ariel's face, her red locks swaying along with the breeze. The poppies brushing against her calves.

Return to heaven and face your consequences.

She fell to the ground and draped her wings around herself to hide her collapsing facade. In reality, She wasn't happy or as ruthless as everyone painted her to be. She was essentially a human with fluffy wings and a halo. Maybe God made her this way on purpose, but of all her billions of years of fighting wars and defending heaven's honor, she never thought to question her purpose. Only God and Lucifer knew what she was created for and of course, Lucifer didn't like it one bit.

Return to heaven and face your consequences.

"You cannot hide from me, sister." Michael spoke with disdain. He clutched her hair and hauled her to her feet whilst holding an arch blade to her nape.

Ariel only closed her eyes, there wasn't a need to respond. She silently prayed to Castiel, 'Esiasch, gnay ge bams ol. Ol zir being locked nalvage Camilax g dean-'

Michael unknowingly, interrupted her prayer. "No snappy response? No fight?" He challenged.

She would not let him see her weak, he did not consider her feelings. He blindly followed orders.

"Good. This will be easy for me then." He muttered and the two disappeared from the poppy field.

The siblings appeared in a closed-off section of heaven, a large metal box with wardings on all sides, in the middle of a pure white room.

Ariel kicked her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew this box. This horrible contraption that Michael built only for her and her alone.

When she didn't listen, when she didn't obey Father(Michael), into the Mal'ak box she went. It was similar to how parents grounded their children, except they could see the light of day. Inside the box, no light came through. All you were surrounded by were the darkness and your thoughts.

Michael dragged his sister toward the box by her hair, gripping it tighter by the scalp as she squirmed and fought. Ariel wrapped her hands around his forearm, digging her rounded nails into his skin with all her strength. He let go momentarily, grasping her dress to pull her to her feet but she pushed and pulled away from him, causing the fabric to tear in two. Half of the torso of her dress crumpled to the floor, exposing the top of her right breasts but not all of it.

"Michael, please. You can't do this to me, not another century." Ariel pleaded, tears filling her eyes. "What would Father think of this, locking me away for years after his leaving. He would condemn you!" She spat, head-butting his mouth.

She touched down on earth almost a century ago, doing a mission with Castiel to fix a Nephilim problem, that Ishim led. After it had been reported that she tried to save the Nephilim, Michael locked her away as punishment. She should've listened, then maybe she wouldn't be tortured or so she thought.

Michael only looked at her with dead eyes. He had no plan of changing his mind so he drew his arch blade. "Would you rather die?" He queried. Ariel held her head high, revealing her neck to him. She would rather die than deal with another century alone. She called his bluff,  dear Michael wouldn't murder her, she was one of God's favorites, right next to Lucifer.

Ariel tore her eyes away from the monster, snatching away her arm as she spat, "Coward."

"Little one, into the box. If you didn't want this, you should have obeyed. " He commanded whilst sheathing his blade. The prince hesitantly ran his hands over the latches on the box, unlocking each one and opening the door.

The red-head flinched as she heard the hinges creak. Her worst nightmare, other than Lucifer, was being alone. Michael was no brother, neither was Raphael. Gabriel was a coward and Lucifer was long gone. All she had was Castiel and he has no clue where she disappears to. He barely remembers her when she returns.

"Ariel," Michael said her name softly, almost as if he didn't enjoy locking her away for eternity. 'Better than the cage' He always said, as if being alone with your thoughts for one hundred years was much better than being alone with Lucifer. She would rather be with Satan then alone with herself.

Ariel dragged her bare feet against the cold, white floor, bringing herself closer to damnation. Once she reached the entrance, she just stared blankly at the darkness. 'At least it's a big box' She reasoned with herself.

Michael roughly pushed her in and slammed the front shut. "It will be all right." Michael whispered against the thick wall as he began locking each latch. Ariel screamed at his choice of words, banging her fist against the box. Each hit echoed throughout heaven, startling Castiel.

Ariel curled into the fetus position with her large wings curling over her. She deserved this.

. . .

Castiel sat in the meeting room, waiting for Ariel. He gazed intensely at the list of seals that have been broken. Too many. It had been almost an hour since Ariel's report had been due.

He brought his hand to his head as a woman's voice came through. 'Brother, do not forget me. I am being locked away. Speak with Dean-'

"Locked away...Where is she?" Castiel asked himself. He stood from his feet and exited the room. He made a left turn and walked down the rows of white doors with names on them.

"Ariel..." He hummed as he ran his fingers over her name plate and then reached for the door knob. He turned the door knob and  wandered into the poppy field.

"Little one?" Castiel shouted, squinting as the sun beamed down on his face directly. It was barren. Five loud thuds abruptly filled the silence and all throughout heaven making the soldier flinch.

"What the hell?" The angel turned to leave, deciding to just finish his mission without Ariel.

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Castiel stood alone in the kitchen, perched against the sink. He observed Dean, waiting for him to eventually wake up.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and shifted in his sleep. He couldn't shake the feeling as though he was being watched. He slowly opened his eyes and rolled over onto his stomach to see none other than Castiel waiting in the kitchen and no Ariel. The 30-year-old looked to Sam to see if he was still asleep, and then back to the angel. He quietly stood to his feet and shuffled over to the Angel, a curious look in his eyes.

"Excellent job with the witnesses," Castiel stated blankly.

"You were hip to all this?" Dean asked begrudgingly whilst looking around for the archangel.

"I was, uh, made aware. Ariel kept a close eye on you." Castiel replied hesitantly.

"And where's Ariel? She saved Sammy earlier and I said some things..." Dean placed his palm to his right shoulder.

Castiel evaded Dean's question. The wood flooring now seemed interesting to him. Dean took notice but decided to question later.

"Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest. At least Ariel did something." He pointed to his left pectoral.

"But you didn't...and she wasn't supposed to." Castiel quipped.

"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos-- you know, Michael Landon, Not dicks." Dean sneered.

Castiel stared at Dean blankly. "Read the bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier."

"Yeah? Ariel's a frighin' archangel, why didn't you fight." Dean countered, snark clear in his voice.

"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. That was her duty. We had larger concerns." The blue-eyed celestial being clarified.

"And where the hell is she?! And- And concerns?" Dean huffed. The angel avoided his gaze as Dean resumed, "There were people getting torn to shreds down here! And, by the way, while all this is going on, where the hell is your boss, huh, if there is a God?"

"There's a God." Castiel affirmed, evading the question about his sister.

"Well, I'm not convinced." Dean drawled. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?"

Castiel huffed, "The lord works--"

Dean growled, clenching his fists as he whispered. "If you say 'mysterious ways,' so help me, I will kick your ass."

The soldier, at that moment, wanted to give up, but he had his orders. Things would've gone smoother if his big sister was here. She was the smooth talker.

He let out a small sigh as he slammed his hands on the kitchen sink behind him. Dean gawked at the angel with a bewildered expression at his response.

"So, Bobby was right..." He inquired as he inched toward the counter and closer to the trench-coated angel. "About the witnesses. This is some kind of a...sign of the apocalypse."

"That's why we're here. Big things afoot."

"Do I wanna know what kind of things?" The Righteous man asked.

Castiel shrugged. "I sincerely doubt it, But you need to know. The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals."

Dean quipped, "Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld."

"Those seals are being broken by Lilith." Cas informed.

Dean's guarded expression changed as he put two and two together. "She did the spell. She rose the witnesses."

"Mm-hmm" Cas confirmed but continued, "And not just here. 20 other hunters are dead."

"Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us." Dean uttered.

"Lilith has a certain sense of humor." Castiel joked.

Dean hoped for the best. "Well, we put those spirits back to rest."

"Doesn't matter. The seal was broken." The angel replied.

"Why break the seal anyway?"

Castiel inhaled deeply, "You think of the seals as locks on a door..."

"Okay. Last one opens and..." Dean leaned forward.

Cas inhaled sharply and slowly turned to face the hunter, "Lucifer walks free."

Dean stared at the angel, his brows furrowed as he tried to process all of this. He was scared shitless, but of course, refused to show this. He resulted in anger and humor. "Lucifer?" He mocked. "But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing."

"Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as Ariel and I." Castiel countered with a small smile.

There it was again, he spoke about Ariel. She wasn't here but it was her job to 'perch on his shoulders.' Dean just gawked at the angel as he recommenced. "Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"

"To stop Lucifer." Dean announced breathlessly, his eyes wide with realization and fear.

The gruff angel nodded, "That's why we've arrived."

"Well..." Dean drawled. "Bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice."

"We tried." Castiel asserted, taking a small step forward. "And there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost." Dean scoffed at his comment, pissing off the Angel with his disrespectfulness. If only Dean knew.

Castiel stepped to the hunter, "Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. I possibly just lost my best friend. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here." The soldier leaned forward into Dean's personal space causing him to retract. Castiel's emphasis on sister did not go unnoticed. "You should show me some respect. Ariel isn't here, I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in." Castiel directed and proceeded to leave but Dean seized his forearm.

"Where is she?" Dean pushed, looking to the angel with pain in his eyes.

"Ariel...has this weakness. Nature, Humans...I think she was created that way, but only God and Lucifer know." Castiel casually stated as he walked to the desk with the angel lore book on it.

"Humans made up their own lore about why she created." He opened to the designated page and pressed his finger against the picture. He quipped, "Try reading." And with that, he disappeared, leaving a disheveled Dean in the kitchen.

The man slowly walked over to the book, and his eyes widened at the picture. The picture was colorized, handpainted with extreme detail. It was Ariel, painted in the foreground holding a red, glowing, two-handed sword. Behind her were a set of very large, ombre red to white, wings. Her red hair flowed behind her, as she faced the open sky. Dean studied the art with intense focus. Just below her were humans, cowering in fear, but not at her.

She was The Guardian. Then, Dean knew she shouldn't be locked away. Something was wrong in heaven.

Dean left the book open, deciding he would read it in the morning. He shuffled back to his makeshift bed and laid down, pulling the jacket over himself. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of Ariel.

#dean winchester #dean x ofc #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfiction #sam and dean #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural archangel #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #spnfamliy #castiel #archangels #archangel michael #lucifer

[gaysagainsttodobaku]

Issue 13

"It's so good to see you again,Inko!"Mom hugged Mrs.Midoriya as the latter opened the door to her apartment.Worried after hearing the news about her husband,Mom had decided to pay a visit on their way to school.

"It's good to see you again as well,Rei!"Mrs.Midoriya beamed,hugging back.Shouto peeked over her shoulder.

"Hey,Midoriya."

"Hey,Todoroki."Midoriya smiled,walking up to him.

Mom pulled back,sad faced,"I heard about Hisashi.I'm sorry."

Mrs.Midoriya smiled sadly,"It's alright.It's not your fault-it's no one's fault."Shouto placed a hand on her shoulder,surprising everyone-including himself.

"Don't sorry,we're here for you if anything else happens."Maybe it was the superhero thing but he felt compelled to comfort her.

Mrs.Midoriya smiled,hugging him,"Thank you,dear."She turned to Midoriya once she let him go."Why don't you ride with them since they're already here?"

-

"What?"Shouto asked when he saw Mom smiling widely at him as they drove to school.

"Look at you!Hugging Inko and helping her!"She said before pinching his cheek.

"Ow!"

"My little superhero!"Midoriya snorted.

Shouto laughed nervously.They arrived at school a few seconds later.

"Good luck!"She said to them as they exited.

"You too!"

"Thanks,Rei!"Midoriya turned to him as Mom drove off,grinning,"Mommy's little superhero!"

"Shut up,you're way more of a Momma's boy than i am!"

"And what about it?"

"Todoroki!"Bakugou jogged over to him,"Symbol of Peace 2 comes out tommorow.Wanna play it with me?"

Shouto nodded eagerly and Bakugou smiled.That always seemed to happen when Shouto was around and it made his heart bounce.

"We should camp out."Midoriya suggested.

Bakugou was about to say something until Kirishima came barreling through,throwing an arm over Bakugou's shoulder."I'll join you guys too!"

"Me too!"Mina skipped over to them,smiling sunnily.

Kaminari and Sero of course joined in as well.

"Hey,guys!"Midoriya called over Uraraka,Iida and Tsuyu.

"I'll ask Hagakure,Jirou and Yaoyorozu to join us too."

-

'I meant as more of a date thing but too late now.'

-

"Woah!"Kaminari noted,"This place is packed!"

The line to the game store was rather long.

"Midoriya had the right idea."Shouto commented and smiled as said boy beamed at him.

"Midoriya always has the right idea."Tsuyu said,"He's a genius."Midoriya blushed up to his ears.

Iida nodded in agreement,"Midoriya is brilliant at everything!"

Shouto snickered as Midoriya buried his face in his hands,"H-Hey,c'mon,guys,i-i'm not that great!"

"UH,hard disagree."Uraraka said seriously,grabbing his hands,"You're amazing!"

Midoriya looked about ready to pass out.

"Once you guys are done with Midoriya appreciation hour,get in line!"Sero said jokingly.

Uraraka giggled,jumping up behind him.

"I can't believe we're doing this."Bakugou muttered.Kirishima nudged him.

"C'mon,it'll be fun!"

"Yeah,standing in a line for literal hours."Bakugou rolled his eyes,"Woop-dee-fuckin'-doo."

Kaminari flopped down on the floor,taking out a bag of chips and offered some of to them,"Want any?"

Kirishima smiled,taking them and sitting down next to him.

Shouto followed their lead and Bakugou grudgingly did the same.The rest of their friends stood.

"So what is Symbol of Peace?"Yaoyorozu tried to start a conversation.

Kaminari light up like a christmas tree,"Symbol of Peace is the title of Yagi "All-Might" Toshinori,a superhero.His power or 'quirk' is One For All.It gives him superstregth!The name is because,unlike other quirks,it can passed down by consuming the dna of whoever the current host is."

Yaoyorozu got on the floor as well,"A superhero?!Like Spiderman!?"

"A fictional superhero,sadly."Kaminari sighed dramatically,"Man,what i wouldn't give to see a Spiderman and All-Might team up."

Shouto felt inclined to agree.

"Can you tell me more?"

Kaminari grinned,"Of course!"

Kaminari rambled to Yaoyorozu about Symbol of Peace gameplay,trivia,the comics and all the other official parts as she listened with an awed expression.

Suddenly,Shouto's spidersense went off and he tackled Yaoyorozu to the floor out of instinct."Todoroki?!"She yelped only to suck in a breath as a black goop flew over them.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"Jirou exclaimed,pointing.Shouto followed the direction of her finger and nearly fell backwards at the very obviously not human being made up of black....something grinning at them.

"We.Are.Venom."

Shouto rushed inside the gaming store as the citizens panicked.

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Shouto launched webbing at the person Venom had managed to catch and caught them in his arms."Are you alrigh-"The person clung to him,sputtering 'thank you's and blushing."You're welcome."

"What's this?"Venom licked the place their lips should have been,"A new type of snack?"

Shouto gently placed the person back on their feet,"Run and don't look back."So they did.He then turned to Venom,"You want a snack?"He got into a battle position,"Come and get it."

Venom whipped out their abnormally long tongue and wrapped it around Shouto's waist,pulling him towards them.Shouto struggled to escape,momentarily terrified,only to be pleasantly shocked when Bakugou kicked Venom upside the head.

Venom shrieked in pain,clutching their head as Shouto pushed Bakugou out of the way."Thank you,kind citizen."He used his Spiderman voice,"Your help is very appreciated."

"You're welcome.Now we're even."

He blinked rapidly."Excuse me?"His voice cracked.

Before he could ask Bakugou to elaborate,Venom rose once again."You'll pay for that,brat!"They snarled.

Bakugou flinched and Shouto had to fight the urge to hug him as he instead shielded him with his arm."RUN!"Bakugou shook his head furiously,"Citizen,please!".Venom swiped at them and they dodged,"You could get hurt!"

"Then let me!"Bakugou's own voice cracked.

Shouto felt like his brain had blown a circut for a second."WHAT?!"Venom used his tongue once again and Shouto snatched up Bakugou his waist as he swung them away.

"COME AND FACE ME,YOU COWARD!"Venom let out a roar,stomping after them.

"I don't want you to save me!"Bakugou snapped,"Or for Todoroki to save me!I don't want anyone to save me!I'm not weak!"

"Who says you're weak?"Bakugou looked like he seriously regretted speaking.

"My...mom."Bakugou winced out,"She said i was too weak to save myself."He looked down.Shouto's expression softened.

'Bakugou...'Shouto couldn't help but silently resent Bakugou's mother.

"HEY!Venom's gone!"

Shouto blinked in surprise at Bakugou's yell,looking back and confirming it to be true.Bakugou looked at him."You can put me down now."He sounded hesitant.

"R-Right!"

-

"SPIDERMAN!"Kaminari hollered as Shouto and Bakugou walked back to the game store,"Y-y-you're Spiderman!"

Shouto smiled,"Yes,i am aware."

Kaminari jumped up and down in excitement like a little kid,"I'm meeting Spiderman!"

"Hi,Spiderman."Uraraka waved to him

Jirou stood frozen while Hagakure began taking photos of Shouto,who happily posed heroically for her.

"Mr.Spiderman-"Iida began.

"It's Spiderman.Just Spiderman."

Iida nodded,nervous yet smiling,"Spiderman,thank you for saving our friend."

Bakugou scowled,"If anything i think i should be thinking him for saving me."Bakugou snapped his head towards Shouto,looking shocked.

"HAH?!"

"He saved me from becoming Venom Food."Shouto told his now awed friends before turning to Bakugou,"Thank you,my friend."

Bakugou scoffed,stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking away."Whatever,it wasn't that big of a deal."

-

Spiderman thanked him for saving him and called him his friend.It made a warm,happy sensation bubble up in his chest but like hell he'd admit that.

'But you already admitted that your Mom's words made you feel bad.'That was because he respected Spiderman!He used his powers for good and was kind to everyone except villains.Besides,he already had a crush on Todoroki.

'Saved by the two guy's you have crushes on-'

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!"Bakugou yelled out,causing his friends to jump.

"Woah,woah,woah,"Kaminari said,grinning and holding up his hands(One of which had a Spiderman autographed copy of Symbol of Peace 2 in it),"Nobody said you have a crush on Spiderman."

"Although,"Said Kirishima slyly,"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you did."

"Spiderman's a nice guy."Tsuyu added.

"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!"Bakugou yelled again,feeling his face heat up from a mix of embarresment and anger.

Todoroki emerged from the bathroom."What'd i miss?"

#food mention #arachnophobia #mother issues / #todobaku #spidershouto #✏ #❄🔥💥txt.

[wannabee-write]

Brandon Darrow x Reader

Summary: Brandon notices you haven’t been sleeping lately. 

Word count: 1,859

Warnings: underage drinking, mention of drug use

a/n: Just a little something I couldn’t get out of my head so I decided to post the first bit I wrote.

It's been weeks since anyone has heard from King Cobra. But when the sun goes down, I still expect to hear my text tone, and see a Flash. Awake every night, With every notification sent my heart racing.

Tonight was no different, I was sat on my bed, with my legs pulled up to my chest, staring out the window. Something across the street caught my eye.

Someone had climbed up a ladder and was sitting on the roof.

I searched for my glasses, needing to make sure they weren't wearing any mask. To my absolute relief, it was Brandon. Just Brandon looking up at the sky.

A sense of "why not" came over me as I slipped my feet into some shoes, and ducked out my window. He didn't notice me until I had walked across the street into his yard, and called out his name.

"Oh... what are you doing?" He asked.

"Wondering why you're not on a plane to Switzerland or something."

He chuckled, "come on up and I'll tell you."

Shakily, I climbed the ladder, grabbing onto Brandon's outstretched hand once I reached the top, and settling down next to him, "so what happened?"

"I was supposed to leave late Friday night. But my dad started drinking at like noon. By the time it came for my flight he was passed out on the couch." Brandon wasn't looking at me, he was lazily looking up. That's when I noticed the bottle of vodka next to him.

"So what's gonna happen?"

"Rowan's dad convinced the school district that I was framed by Zoe, since my computers history shows that it was all uploaded at once they had to take me back." He held the bottle to his lips and I snatched it from him.

"It's bad luck to drink alone," I shrugged and took a swig, "so I guess everything did work out in the end." Silence fell over us as we passed the bottle back and forth.

"So," he finally said after a while, "Why are you sitting on a roof with me at one in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"That seems like an over simplification," he pointed out.

"Honestly?" I asked.

"If you want, I won't make you."

I took a deep breath and a long gulp, "I'm waiting for more instructions from The Zoo. Mr Empty and Zoe are locked up, but they still have my secrets. Which means they can pass them onto the next King Cobra or whoever.

"Is you're secret really that bad?" He asked.

"Compared to Rowan's and Haileys? No, not really. Like no one would go to jail for it, but I don't want that video out."

"Do you want to talk about it? We all know each other's secrets."

"I'm probably just drunk enough to talk about it," I took another drink, "But you can't judge me."

"I literally started all of it and almost got Rowan and Elisia killed. Trust me, I have no room to judge."

I was the only one of the group who was still holding on to her secret, so it was only fair.

"When I was fifteen I went through this rebellious phase, and I thought it was a good idea to make a sex tape with two other people, snorting coke and taking body shots off each other."

"Okay I can see why you don't want that getting out. I always saw you as this uptight Virgin."

"That's because I haven't had sex since that summer. Like I've refused to have sex with people. I clench up and start freaking out over what people might think. And It's literally child porn because we're all under age, plus we sure as hell shouldn't have been drinking like we were."

"Well we really shouldn't be drinking now," Brandon pointed out, "But here we are,"

"I don't know how Mr Empty found that video, but now I'm so terrified of it getting out. And all I want is for my parents to hold me like they did when I was just a kid with nightmares and tell me everything is going to be okay," my throat tightened up, and my voice cracked, "but they'd send me off to catholic school if they ever saw that video." I avoided his eyes, desperately trying not to cry.

Brandon wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his chest, "The Zoo is dead, everything is going to be okay."

I hugged him back, breathing in the scent of peppermint and liquor, "I'm just so scared to be alone and fall asleep because what if what happened to Nicki happens to me."

He pulled back slightly, moving his hand to cup my face, "Babe, babe, calm down shhh shh they can't get to you anymore." His thumb rubbed soothing circles on my cheek, "You look so tired. When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know... a few weeks? Maybe. Since before the bombfire. I take naps when my parents are home, but never at night or when I'm alone."

Brandon pulled me up onto my feet, "Come on, you need to sleep, we both do." One at a time, we made our way down the stairs and through his bedroom window. "You take the bed, I'll be on the floor right next to you."

"No no Brandon," I panicked, "You don't understand, I don't want to be alone. I can't-"

He pulled me into his chest once again, cooing and stroking my hair softly, "okay, okay, then I'll lay right here next to you. And I'll lock my door and window so no one can get in without making noise. Is that okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak now.

He slid my glasses off every to gently and set then on his bed side table, "Go ahead and lie down, I'll be quick."

Listening to him, I crawled under his blanket, positioning myself as close to the wall as I could get while on my back. I listened as he walked from one side of the room to the other, a little relief coming with the sound of each lock turning. When He laid next to me, he didn't crowed or put his arms around me. He simply settled down facing me, and placed a hand on my stomach with the promise of, "I'll be right here."

For the first time in weeks, I had a proper nights sleep.

The next morning I woke up with my head on Brandon's chest and one of his arms wrapped around me. Well I was woken up by my phone ringing. The caller ID showed 'mom' and I sat straight up. I started rolling my r like they taught us in Spanish class, trying to warm up my vocal chords. A Trick I learned for when you don't want to sound like you've just woken up.

"y/f/n! Where are you?" My mother shouted, "We woke up and you were gone."

"Sorry momma, I got up early to say goodbye to Brandon from across the street. Remember you told me he was going to boarding school? I didn't want to wake you up so I just walked over." Brandon himself was propped up on an elbow rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

My mom let out a sigh of relief, "Sweetheart you scared the crap out of us. Next time leave a note or a text,"

"I'm sorry, let me say goodbye to Mr Darrow real quick and I'll be back." I hung up quickly.

"That was a quick lie," Brandon smirked, his morning voice sounding like velvet to me.

"I've gotten really good at lying recently,"

He reached up and moved a strand of hair from my face, "How'd you sleep?"

"Really good, actually. Thank you for doing this."

He rolled his eyes, "Please, I did this just to tell the whole school I slept with (Y/n) (Y/l). Imma be worshiped!"

I pushed him playfully, "I'll kick your ass."

"Come on I'm kidding. I slept with a shirt on for you,"

I scrunched my face, "What? Why?"

"So I didn't make you uncomfortable. Ya know, for the sex thing."

My heart felt full as I came to understand what he was saying, pulling him into a tight hug, "I really appreciate that."

He dragged his hand across my back, rubbing soothing circles before saying, "you better go before you're parents get suspicious."

I pulled myself out of bed and into his bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. Swished mouth wash around for fake fresh breath. And splashed cold water on my face a few times. Brandon watching me from his place on his bed.

My parents completely bought my act. Telling me how sweet I was for wishing the best for a childhood friend and laughing at my middle school crush on him.

The day was one of my best in a while. I didn't feel like a zombie, just going through the motion while looking over my shoulder. I felt like a human again. But as night fell, all of these feelings came back, and I took my position on the floor between my bed and the wall, eyes on the window.

The minuets ticked on, and even though I was almost positive The Zoo wasn't going to come after me, I couldn't bring myself to sleep. But I didn't exactly try either.

Sometime just after midnight, movement outside caught my attention. Fear coursed through me like a river. I contemplated moving under my bed, to hide like the coward I am. Before I could move, I got a text.

Brandon: open up its me

Followed by a few taps on the glass.

I let out the breath I was holding, almost crying in relief.

"What are you doing?" I said when I opened the window and he started climbing through it, "My dads going to kill you!"

"Yeah, I've heard that before," He chuckled.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, already imagining the worst.

"I don't know is it? I saw your light was on from my room. Came to check on you." He turned and latched the window.

"Yeah I'm fine, just couldn't sleep." I sat down on my bed.

"Again?" He sat close to me, pushing my hair behind my ear, "Still scared?"

I nodded, not wanting to speak.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked.

"Please," I whispered.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, positioning us so I was under my covers and he was over them. Once again, Brandon just placed once comforting hand on my stomach.

We didn't say anything after that, just laid there in silence. I fell asleep tracing swirls into his skin, listening to the sound of his breathing. For the second night in a row I slept perfectly.

Every night after than, Brandon climbed into my room. At first he made excuses. Wanted to make sure I felt okay. Didn't want to watch a movie alone. Wanted to study a little because he missed school. But after a while, he just slipped in and got comfortable. Cuddly and affectionate until we actually lay down to sleep, then its just a hand on my stomach or side. Never wanting to make me feel uneasy in my own room. 

This is how my stupid crush on Brandon Darrrow resurfaced.

This is how it started.

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