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light the fire | one shot

> part of the acquainted series <

summary: namjoon isn't the type to go looking for love. after all, he doesn't have the most exciting track record with women. but when he meets ryujin, something within him comes alive and he's eager to know all about her.

pairing: namjoon x ryujin

genre: slight fluff, smut

words: 4.2k

warnings: [please read after you finish chapter 12 of acquainted] cussing, mature language, implied sexual content, club/bar scene, alcohol consumption, tipsy-slightly rough-unprotected sex, big dick kink, straddling, breast play, oral (m. & f. receiving), after care cuddles

note: my lovely anon - this goes out to you. i hope you enjoy! 💗

Namjoon wasn't necessarily lucky with the ladies. Hence, his stupid little jokes about how Seokjin couldn't even send a lady friend his way even though his ass was engaged. Selfish as hell! But also, he can't really say that he's bothered by it. His story isn't too exciting; he's had the girlfriend that cheated, he's had the girlfriend that wasn't entirely into the relationship as much as he was, he's been rejected by someone who really fell deep for. Same old cliché shit. But just because of all that, doesn't mean he looks for love. He doesn't really care for it much. He figures it'll happen naturally. He's tired of chasing, you know? He's tired of putting himself out there. So for once, he'll just sit back and let it fall right onto his lap.

Literally and figuratively.

The club wasn't really his scene either [I guess when you get older this is the shit you say all the time], but he loved Jungkookie as his little brother that he would do anything for that guy. Plus, it had been awhile since the guys had gotten together like this. He was gonna go and look good, but he wasn't expecting much out of it. He figured he'd grab drinks and get drunk with the boys, sit around or press himself awkwardly against the wall like a true wallflower. Maybe grab a dance with one chick and then call it a night.

He didn't really have plans, honestly.

But that's before he sees Ryujin being all cute, chopping it up with the group and buying shots in her itty bitty dress. It fuels something inside of him, almost pushing him to feel more alive than he has felt in awhile and do something about it. He's really trying to check her out, see what she's about, but Seokjin is in his face with this stupid ass look because he can't stand Jungkook being all up on his girl.

"Whew, a shot for you!" Ryujin yells and beams a bright big smile as she hands him the shot glass. "Ryujin, by the way."

"Namjoon." He takes the shot glass and lightly tips it up in the air. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem." She smirks at him, quickly looking at him up and down.

"It's his 23rd birthday today!"Namjoon hears Hoseok yell, grabbing Jungkook's shoulders and playfully massaging it.

"Yeah, it's his birthday Y/N! Give the boy some love!" Ryujin turned to wink from where she was at. Namjoon edges himself a little closer to the bar to be near her, watching as she begins to lightly flirt around with Yoongi. Ryujin feels his arm lightly brush up against hers, causing her to turn her attention back on him.

"Isn't it weird to run into your professor and his friends here?" Namjoon breaks the ice, causing her to chuckle.

"Not at all. We're not in a classroom or anything sooo technically, he's not my professor right now."

"Touché. I'll give you that." Namjoon smiles before taking his shot to the neck while Ryujin watched. He caught her eyes eyeing his neck, back up to his lips, then his eyes. The confidence in him was slowly growing, and the alcohol was for sure going to make him a little bolder tonight with her presence. "Wanna save me a dance later?" He goes for it.

"Yeah, of course." She does her little smirk before she skidaddles off. Namjoon watches her pretty closely all night, even if it doesn't look like it. But he is. He catches her looking over and he can tell that she's raving to you about him. But he also catches her being a flirt with one of your friends. Taehyung, is what he assumes? He grabs his name by the way she almost whines it repeatedly. Then he catches her throwing it back onto Yoongi and how Yoongi is also really enjoying it. It'll be his turn soon though, and now he went from having zero plans, to plans that involved getting her number and making something out of this, whatever that was.

"You alright?" Joon checks on Jin since Jungkook is nowhere to be found near the group. He could at least do that before he's off, leaving him to sit here alone at the table.

"Yeah, I'm good." Is all Jin says. Namjoon doesn't pry any more and instead, makes his way over to Ryujin, who is standing around with Jimin.

"Ready for that dance?" She smiles at him, gladly taking his hand to the dance floor and immediately starts to grind up on him. Namjoon holds her close, his hands pressed against her hips as he follows her rhythm. He's pretty tipsy, but he can tell Ryujin is drunk - maybe even a little past that stage. She's getting touchy, her hands are roaming against his body and his neck, her touch sending goosebumps down his body. He lets it happen though, his body slightly feeling a little too happy with her touch. They've danced to almost two or so songs now, Namjoon can't remember. He's too focused on her.

"Wow, have you always been such a good dancer?" She turns to face him, his hands still wrapped around her waist.

"I wouldn't say I'm good." He chuckles.

"I would think again." She cocks her head to the side and cutely looks at him. He smiles back, his dimples piercing his cheeks. Out of all guys tonight, Ryujin finds him the most enticing. Usually, she's not one to feel intimidated and tends to take the ropes when it comes to men. She doesn't like to be handled and she'll gladly let you know. But Namjoon?

She was intimidated. His piercing eyes, his slicked back hair, his build. He could gladly take control entirely and she'd let him.

Not that he purposely came off intimidating. But whatever he was doing, she liked it.

"So." He breaks the silence. "May I grab your number?" He asks politely, afraid to come off too forceful, or like a cocky asshole. That was not the look he was trying to go for.

"Of course." She grabs his phone and puts in her number before making her way back to the group.

"Wait, you're not gonna give me one last dance?" He playfully jokes, gently grabbing her wrist.

"Can't let you have me all to yourself, right?" She smirks before making her way towards Jimin and Taehyung. He watches as her hips sway back and forth, her short hair bouncing with every move she makes. Taehyung playfully pulls her close and brushes the hair out of her face, only for her to smack his hand away.

Damn.

That fire in her, Namjoon liked. Normally, this isn't how he'll pick up girls he's truly interested in, but she was different. Different from what he's used to handling. Different from his past. Different from the girls he typically goes for.

And he liked that shit.

[Namjoon] 8:39pm: When are we gonna hang out? I wanna kick it with you. :)

[Ryujin] 8:40pm: You're gonna make time for me? Lol

[Namjoon] 8:45pm: Who said I was busy? If anything, you're the busy bee here.

[Ryujin] 8:47pm: Lol. I just get caught up with my friends, to be honest.

[Namjoon] 8:48pm: I get that.

[Ryujin] 8:50pm: Come up with something, then let me know time and place, Namjoon.

[Namjoon] 8:55pm: I like a challenge!

[Ryujin] 9:03pm: Good, then I'll be waiting. :)

Except, no he fucking doesn't like challenges cause now he doesn't know what else to do? He's not the most creative with dates, and he's always stuck by the cliché let's grab dinner or let's get coffee type of shit. Not cause he didn't wanna put in effort - he simply just didn't know how to be creative enough.

That was last night.

It's about to be lunch time on a Saturday morning, Namjoon mainly worried about getting some coffee before he sits and just brainstorms all day. It sounds dumb, but he really wanted to hang out with her. He was gonna try, but there were no promises he'd stray completely away from cliché hangout spots.

Namjoon makes his way to his favorite coffee shop down the street, greeting the usual baristas with his 100 watt smile and deep dimples. He comes here so often he doesn't need to say anything. The baristas already know him well enough to have his order ready on the register just so he can pay and pick it up on the other end.

"Nice day out today, Namjoon! Any plans today?" One of the cute baristas asks as she places the lid on his drink.

"Sure is. Uh, I don't know yet, we'll see. Definitely don't want this day to go to waste." He tips his cup as another thank you before heading towards the entrance. Hopefully he'd get it together and find a way to meet up with Ryujin. He really wanted it to be different but at this point, he didn't think—

"Wohhh, sorry!" A female says as she lightly brushes his shoulder.

"Ryujin?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he lightly turns to face her.

"Oh my god, hey! In that case, sorry not sorry." She laughed, making him chuckle at the corny shit that just came out of her mouth.

"Do you come here often, or something?" Which is a dumb question cause he would have definitely known if she did.

"No, I was just in the area, thrifting." She shrugged. "What happened to the challenge, sir? I've been waiting for you." She smirked.

"Ah, yeah." He scratches his head nervously. "To be honest, I'm pretty bad at being creative and planning something unique. I really wanna do something different for you and I was planning to sit my ass down all day to figure it out."

"That's cute, seriously."

"But, since we're here and I really do apologize for how cliché this is, do you wanna sit and have coffee? I can grab you some." He nods towards the entrance.

"I'd love that." He nods as he smiles toothlessly and places his cup down on an outside table.

"Anything specific?"

"Anything sweet, please. I can't do bitter shit." He laughs and nods.

"Got you. Sit tight." He runs back in to grab her their specialty red velvet latte and a fruit danish to snack on. He didn't really believe in that whole things happen for a reason or this is a sign type of shit. He was more so of a take it as it comes kind of guy - go with the flow kind of guy.

But was this a fucking sign?!

How was he just thinking about her before she literally ran into him?

He looked down at himself and checked out his outfit. Grey sweats. Grey hoodie. Jean jacket. Beanie.

Great.

She must be so woo'd right now.

"Looks like you have plans after all." The barista giggles.

"Uh, yeah. Can't waste the day, right?" He does a light jog back outside to Ryujin, who is sitting there looking at the busy street. "Here you go, madam." He pulls out the chair and sits in front of her.

"Thanks." He watches as she takes a sip, her eyes lighting up as she nods happily. "Oh my gosh, yum! Red velvet?"

"Sure is."

"I'm impressed. Good pick." She smiled as she held the cup close to her lips.

"Thank you." He pretends to bow and wave to a fake audience, causing her to chuckle. "Were you just thrifting today? Any other plans?"

"Yeah, randomly got in the mood. Other than that, no. I-uh, Y/N isn't around this weekend so to be honest, I'm kind of bored and lost without her."

"Stuck at the hip, huh?"

"Pretty much. My older sister has her own family now so she's always busy. We don't get to hang out much just the two of us anymore."

"Why don't you make plans in advance?"

"True, but you know, mom life." Ryujin shrugs as Namjoon nods.

"Where's Y/N at?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to know if Ryujin knew. Which, at this point, seems like a no brainer.

"Uh, away."

"Seokjin?" Namjoon flatly says.

"Um, yeah. I guess."

"I do know about them."

"So you already knew she was in LA with him?"

"Yeah, just wanted to see if you knew." She laughed.

"Obviously. That girl can't get anything past me."

"Same." He pauses. "I mean with Seokjin."

"So, what else do you have planned today?" Ryujin flips the switch.

"Nothing. Besides brainstorming." She laughed.

"You don't have to brainstorm, this is perfect."

"Mmm, but cliché right?" She shook her head.

"Just perfect." She looked up. "Look, the day is perfect. Sun is out, no cold wind. We're enjoying coffee. What's wrong about that?"

"I wanted to impress you." He shyly says.

"So far, I am." He wasn't expecting that, but he was glad to hear it. The conversation carried on about their families and friends, their likes and dislikes. Namjoon found that they had more in common than he thought. She liked similar things and knew a lot about the things he talked about. He was genuinely impressed by her and was curious as to where things could go.

Close to an hour and a half has passed since the two sat and talked, both really having no plans for the rest of the day. Ryujin enjoyed talking to Namjoon and felt comfortable with him. It was hard to stay away from his energy and she only craved more of it.

"Since you don't have any other plans today, do you wanna kick it at my apartment? We can fire up the PS4 and go at it on Mortal Kombat or something." She laughs.

"Cute. Yeah, let's do it. Just know I'll destroy your ass though." She cutely shrugs as she picks up her things and tosses her trash.

"Mmmkay, we'll see about that." He nods confidently. He sends her the address, which isn't far from where they're at and Ryujin gets there almost simultaneously as he does. She follows him up to his apartment, the building quiet and on a hill amongst other apartment buildings and homes.

His apartment is pristine, clean from inch to inch and smelled like a combination of woody, floral scents. He throws his keys onto the kitchen counter before removing his denim jacket and hanging it against his couch. The apartment is warm and welcoming, and Ryujin instantly makes herself comfortable by throwing off her shoes and hanging her jacket next to his on the couch. She tosses her bag on the side of the couch as she plops next to him. He actually turns on the PS4 and hands her a controller, her excitement already peeking through the roof.

They pick up quite a few rounds, both Ryujin and Namjoon screaming at the top of their lungs when rounds intensify. By the time it's evening, Namjoon and Ryujin had gone through two bottles of wine and demolished pasta takeout. She was still pretty drunk, sitting prettily on his couch while his arm draped over her shoulders as Friends with Benefits continued to play on his TV screen.

"Are you actually watching this movie?" She giggled as her head fell onto his shoulder playfully.

"Maybe. Or maybe not."

"Hey, pick an answer!"

"You'll never know, I guess."

"Namjoon!" She playfully hits him.

"Ow." He whines, massaging his buff ass chest. "I am but you're distracting me."

"What? How am I distracting you?!" She sits up to face him, her hair slightly messy from how she had been laying on his shoulder.

"You're just too cute." He chuckled.

"I'm not even doing anything." She pouts.

"Yeah, see. Like that. That's the distraction." He points at her pouty face. "You're too fucking cute for me and it's getting really hard to contain myself." He says boldly.

"Hm, is that so?" Ryujin teased. "Then why contain yourself?"

"Because I don't wanna mess up here & do the wrong thing."

"I promise you won't."

"Really now?" He turns to look at her. It's silent for a minute before Ryujin lets the alcohol and tipsyness take complete control of her body. She edges her face closer to his, gently laying a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, deepening it as his hand grips onto the back of her head. Her hand is resting against his neck, but she pushes herself forward in order to straddle his lap. The kiss is intense, their tongues aggressively fighting for dominance as if they both had been waiting for this moment the entire time. Namjoon's hands begin to roam down her back, down to her ass, lightly gripping as she edges her hips into his. She lets out a small moan, feeling how quick he's hardening under his sweats.

"Fuck." She whispers in between kisses. "Please just take me." I mean honestly, he's fine as fuck, and she's tipsy. Why wouldn't she take this opportunity? Taehyung wasn't going to and she was over it. She was gonna do her and go after a real ass man. We see you, Namjoon.

"Gladly." Namjoon responds, holding onto her tightly as she wraps her legs around his torso while he makes his way to the bedroom. He gently places her onto his bed, his body climbing on top of hers as she pulls him in for another kiss. Clothes are being torn off and tossed across his room, and it isn't long before Namjoon's hands are caressing her naked body, gently gripping her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. Ryujin lets out a hiss as her back slightly arches at his warm touch. He begins to place kisses in a straight line, down her neck, in between her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen and on top of her pussy. He teases her and makes his way back up to play with her breasts, her eyes shutting tightly from the sensation of his tongue toying with her nipples, one by one. He lets go with a pop, lightly blowing a breath of air onto her wet nipples, sending goosebumps down her entire body.

Namjoon makes his way back down, biting his bottom lip as his fingers start to gently massage her clit and her folds, swiping them up and down just to get a little taste of how wet she is.

"Oh shit." He says, turned on by how wet she is.

"Do something about it." She moans, her teeth piercing her bottom lip. He smirks before he lowers his mouth to latch onto her clit, sucking gently as he inserts two digits into her core. He begins with a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out, the sounds of her wetness bouncing off of his room walls. "Naaaamjoon." She mewls, touching a breast as her other hand grips his sheets. He adds his tongue, intensifying the moment as he picks up his pace with his fingers, stretching her out as much as he can. It's a beautiful sight from his view, and he's loving every fucking moment of it.

It's not long before she's gripping his hair, her body squirming on the bed, but Namjoon is trying his hardest to keep her steady by placing his arm on top of her stomach.

"Oh my fucking god!" She yells. "I'm gonna fucking cum." She says, almost groaning as her back continues to arch even with his arm steady on her stomach. He nods into her clit, sucking and shaking his head left to right in hopes to send her over the edge. She screams louder, her moan definitely heard outside with the way his windows are slightly open. But, he doesn't give a fuck. He wipes his mouth as he wastes no time tapping his tip onto her throbbing pussy, her body still trembling from the aftershocks radiating throughout her body. "Yes, give it to me. Want you to fill me up." She looks at him, lust filled in her eyes as she grabs his hardened member and begins to stroke him. She gets on her knees quickly, her ass slightly up as she bends forward to give his tip a little kiss. She wraps her mouth on his length, moving her tongue up and down before she releases by the tip with a pop. She begins to suck him quickly, her head bobbing up and down as his eyes are rolling back. He grips her hair, pulling her head away before he cums all over her mouth, not ready to blow his load yet.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot." He groans as his head tilts back in pleasure. "I'll give it to you real good."

"Please." She begs, as she lays back, almost inserting his member inside herself. God, was he fucking big. She was so turned on, she couldn't wait for him to stretch her the fuck out and destroy her. He takes his cock into his own hands, inserting it gently, just to make sure he didn't hurt her in any way. In which, she obviously doesn't get hurt and is instead moaning loudly for Namjoon to keep going. As soon as he bottoms out, he begins to pull back slowly before thrusting into her aggressively. His hands grip her thighs as her heels are planted on the bed, leaving red marks on her skin every time he accidentally loosens his grip. "Just like that!" She yells. "Ugh, Namjoon."

"Shit, I'm not gonna last if you keep moaning my name like that. You're so tight around my dick."

"Namjoon, please. Keep fucking me." She begs. "Wanna feel you." He groans as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin against skin now filling his room loudly. "Close." She mumbles before she begins to moan incoherently.

"Ohhhhhh fuck." He moans, his fingers now digging into her thighs as he holds her legs closely to him while thrusting. She screams his name at the same time her walls are constricting around his member, causing him to reach his climax and allow it to completely take over his body. He grips tightly, groaning as his head falls, releasing every last bit of cum he has to give. He slowly lets out a few more thrusts as he rides out his high, her hips moving in tandem with his.

"Shit, Namjoon. That was so good." He chuckles, grabbing some tissue to help clean her up before himself. He throwns on his shirt and sweats, throwing her one of his shirts to wear to make her a little more comfortable. She happily takes it and puts it on, his scent on his shirt filling her nostrils.

"Yeah? Tell me more." She throws one of his pillows at him as he lets out a loud laugh in typical Namjoon fashion.

"Fuck, my legs."

"I'll gladly take responsibility for you not being able to walk tomorrow." He winks.

"Oh, please." She playfully shoves him aside as he plops next to her on the bed.

"Wanna watch a movie in here?"

"Sure." She says, watching Namjoon get up to shut everything down in his living room. How they went from coffee to fucking each other's brains out? They didn't know, but they can also agree they didn't regret a thing. But honestly, she wasn't expecting to stay over, and she was mentally prepared to get up and leave around 2am or whatever. She was just used to that kind of treatment, with the way she used to fuck around. It's been awhile since she's done this, even though she jokes around a lot about plotting and getting dick. She had been wrapped up in her feelings, questioning whether or not she actually had it for Taehyung.

But tonight kind of just proves that she doesn't, because she isn't looking for him nor is she worried for him. It's not like he was ready for anything serious any time soon, either. Boy didn't have a problem showing that.

Even though she expects nothing, she doesn't realize she falls asleep in his arms during the middle of Spiderman: Homecoming and only reality only hits her when she's awoken by the sound of her phone blaring her ringtone on the nightstand next to her. She grabs it, checking the caller ID before quickly rolling up in his bed.

"Everything okay?" He asks, his voice super husky as he's barely even awake. His arms flops to the side when she gently removes it as she stands, eyeing the room for her clothes.

"Yeah. I hope. It's Y/N. I need to pick her up." She says quickly throwing on her clothes. She's rushing because she can tell you were crying heavily over the phone and she's afraid of what might have happened to you. Nothing worries her more than her bestfriend being in trouble or distress. "I had fun, really. Call you later when things settle?"

"Hope she's good." He nods as he watches her fly out of his room and to the front door.

Fuck.

Was it bad to feel addicted already?

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Sanctify - Chapter 7 (Ben SoloxOC AU)

Ben Solo is looking for a new place to call home. When Snoke arrives offering a home, food, community for the simple price of manual labour Ben and a few others jump at the chance to start over. Upon arival at The First Order Ben meets Cora, Snokes daughter. Whilst Ben and Cora grow closer Ben learns the secrets of the town, and Cora has some secrets of her own.

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Warnings: Cult stuff, Religious themes, Mentions of affairs, Implied murder, Torture, Blood, Violence, Drugs

Chapter 7

Cora

After lunch, I left the church and headed home. On my way, I noticed Scott and Daisy engaged in quite an intensive conversation. Daisy was clearly anxious about something, whilst Scott was trying to reassure her. If they didn’t want anybody to eavesdrop on their business, they shouldn’t be talking out in the open. Getting closer, I could hear them better. “We’re leaving tonight, we’ll go out through the woods. They don’t have guards too far out. This isn’t for us Daisy and you know it,” Scott spoke. “I just worry what will happen if we’re caught,” Daisy replied.

Walking past them, they both fell quiet until I was out of earshot. But I had heard what I needed. Turning down the next street, I waited till I was out of sight before gathering my skirt and running back to the church. Father had to know, and they had to be stopped. They would probably expose the flock when they got back to the city. And that would bring unwanted attention.

Father was just leaving the church when I reached him. He knew it was important from my startled expression, leading me back inside the church for privacy. “What is it, Cora?” He asked. “Scott and Daisy. They are planning to leave. Tonight,” I said between breaths, “they said they’d leave through the woods.” “Well, they won’t get far. I’ll gather the elders and have them ready and waiting.”

He turned to leave, but there was another factor he hadn’t thought of. “What about Ben? He’ll know something’s wrong if we’re out after curfew. I can’t distract him from that,” I questioned. “Your right.” Snoke headed to his office, motioning me to follow him. He opened one of the locked cupboards, one that I knew contained things that were only ever used for emergencies.

He handed me a bottle of pills; the label read ‘Temazepam’. “Put two of these in some chamomile tea tonight. Once Ben’s dealt with, you can join us,” Father instructed. Nodding, I pocketed the bottle and left the church. I still had a few hours to kill, and that only made me anxious. The last thing I wanted was Ben finding out the truth and rejecting us. We’d have no choice but to silence him like the others.

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After dinner, I headed over to Ben’s, knocking before entering. Thankfully, it was just him inside. He stood at the sink, finishing washing up after dinner. “Hey,” he greeted. “Hi, how was the rest of your day?” I asked. “Average. Have you guys talked to Poe yet?” Taking a seat in the living room, patting the space on the couch next to me. Ben took the invite.

“Fathers speaking with him now,” I lied. He sighed, obviously worried about that, “I hope it goes well.” “Whatever happens, Ben, you're still welcome here. It would be a shame to see you go.” Ben’s gaze met mine, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. It was nice to have a moment where we were truly alone, where nobody was watching us, nobody was breathing down our necks and there wasn’t the risk of someone coming in. Something could happen and nobody would know. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted something to happen.

But I wasn’t here for that kind of distraction. “I’m going to make some tea,” I declared, getting to my feet. “Okay, you need a hand?” “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you.” Vanishing into the kitchen, I boiled the kettle and pulled out the pill bottle. Taking two out, I twisted the capsules until they came free before adding the powder inside to Ben’s cup. Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure he hadn’t come into the kitchen.

Thankfully, I was still alone. Once both cups were full, I took them back to the living room, handing Ben the right one. He thanked me, letting it cool a little longer before taking a sip. “So what’s the deal with you and Armitage?” He asked. I laughed softly; he wouldn’t be asking unless he was interested. “We’re just friends. I know he’d like us to be more, but considering his parentage, that would be impossible,” I explained.

Ben raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate. “Armitage was born out of wedlock and, to make matters worse, he was the product of an affair. So father doesn’t deem him a good suitor for me,” I continued. “Wow. I have several questions. One, who in their right mind would want to marry Brendol? And two, who would want to have an affair with Brendol?” He joked. I couldn’t help but laugh, “women who are blind and stupid, apparently. That man is…a real piece of work.” “No kidding, he seems to not like anybody around here.”

Ben drank more of his tea, half of the cup now gone. It shouldn’t be much longer now until it affected him. Ben covered his mouth as he yawned before rubbing at his eyes. We continued chatting, Ben getting more and more tired as the conversation continued. It didn’t feel like an effort to talk to him, conversation just flowed easily, which felt odd considering I was essentially forcing it to keep him distracted. Half an hour later, Ben was asleep, his head resting on the armrest of the couch.

Grabbing a blanket, I covered him to keep him warm, before stroking his hair. Not once did he stir, his breaths soft and even. It was tempting to kiss him, just a small peck on the cheek or forehead, but I knew it would be wrong. My first kiss, regardless of the context, was supposed to be reserved for my husband on our wedding day. But if nobody was around to see me, where was the harm?

Before I could act upon the thought, the front door burst open, and a panicked Poe ran inside. Getting to my feet, I stayed by Ben’s side, still stroking his hair as if he were a pet. “What the fuck have you done to him?” Poe asked. “Shhh. Can’t you see he’s asleep,” I replied mockingly. Poe stepped closer, likely ready to shake Ben awake. Feeling threatened, I dug in my pocket for my blade that I kept on me at all times. Father had gifted it to me when I turned twelve.

Flicking it open, I waited for Poe’s next move. “He isn’t staying here, he’s coming with me,” Poe declared. “I don’t think so. He was the one who ratted you out after all,” I stepped closer, “he wants nothing more to do with you and who can blame him when all you’ve done is drag him down.” “Your lying.” “If that were true, then why is he the only one not being hunted?”

Behind him through the window, I could see some elders had followed him here. It was tempting to scream and make out like he’d hurt me just so that Father would make his death even more painful. Two elders had already made their way inside, restraining Poe whilst he struggled and tried to call for help. Ben didn’t even so much as stir at the sound. The elders took Poe out of the house, restraining him properly with rope. Looking back at Ben, I swept a loose strand of hair out of his face.

After I got rid of the tea, I closed the door behind me and headed towards the woods. Hopefully, I hadn’t completely missed out. Reaching the border of the woods, I found my father, Brendol, Armitage and few other men guarding this end. “Have they been found yet?” I asked. “Not yet, there’s elders waiting for them on the other side should they get that far and there’s others searching for them. How’s Ben?” Father asked. “Sleeping like a baby.”

Father smiled, “good girl. You fail none of the tasks God or I give you.” “May I help in the search?” I asked hesitantly. It was likely I was the only woman currently out of their home and to ask to partake in the hunt was definitely bold of me. This was a man’s job, after all. My father thought about it for a few moments before finally giving in with a nod. “Seeing as you’ve been so helpful lately, you may help, but Armitage is to go with you just in case,” Father explained.

Instead of arguing that I could defend myself if need be, I simply nodded and entered the dark wood with Armitage at my side. There were a few lights ahead from torches, but that was likely the elders and if Scott and Daisy were any kind of smart, they would take a path as far away from the torches as possible. Luckily, I knew these woods inside out and could navigate in the dark easily. Besides, the moonlight was all the light I needed.

“If they are clever, they would know not to stick to the path. But not so far away from it that they would get lost,” I spoke. “They must be miles ahead by now.” “Maybe. Maybe not. Have a little faith, Armi.” He rolled his eyes softly at my smirk, following me off the path. If they were hiding, they would be foolish to hide in a tree, that would make them a sitting duck. They would use the surrounding brush and bushes to hide, that way they could keep moving.

Armitage and I continued deeper into the woods, listening, and looking carefully. Eventually, we came to a clearing where the path split into three new ones. As I was deciding which way to go, I heard a twig snap to our right. Whipping my head in that direction, I spotted Daisy frozen like a deer in the headlights. Not waiting around for Armitage, I bolted towards her, Daisy turning and running from me. Quickly I gained on her, praying internally for some divine intervention to make her trip. Daisy stumbled and quickly lost her footing, tumbling into the dirt.

Before she could get up, I straddled her and pinned her down. Daisy screamed and struggled beneath me as Armitage caught up to us. Flicking open my blade, Daisy struggled more now, trying to punch me. Armitage pinned her wrists down above her head. Scott couldn’t have been with her, otherwise he would have tried to save her by now. Good thing I knew how to draw him out. I dragged the tip of the blade across Daisy’s collar, forcing a shrill scream from her. Birds left the safety of the trees at the sound. The torch lights in the distance turned in our direction. And I’m sure Scott had heard her.

I continued cutting across Daisy’s flesh, drawing more screams from her. The lights had grown closer now, and a rustling could be heard from the nearby bushes. The question was, who would reach us first? Scott or the flock? Looking down at Daisy and the blade in my now bloodied hands, I realized it would be so easy to take her life myself. Her life was in my hands now and one little slip across her throat and it would be all over. Killing must feel good to god as he did it all the time, and we were all created in his image, so there was nothing stopping me. Armitage wouldn’t say a word, he’d let me get away with it.

Before I could silence her, Scott burst through the trees and brush, stunned at the scene before him. He realized all too late that he had run into a trap as the elders reached us. Scott was surrounded and had no choice but to surrender. Both Daisy and Scott were restrained and led out of the woods, leaving Armitage and I alone. Armitage couldn’t take his eyes off me, but for once his expression was unreadable. I couldn’t be sure if he was horrified by me or further entranced.

He produced a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped my cheek clean of blood. The moment was sweet and tender, that all so familiar tension back between us. “You look angelic even with blood on your hands and bathed in moonlight,” he said softly. A soft blush spread across my cheeks at his words, as his hand cupped the cheek he had cleaned. For a moment, I wondered if he would kiss me and if I would let him.

I shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour when we both knew nothing could come of it. But I didn’t want to stop. A snapping sound in the distance made us pull away from each other, the moment ruined. Likely just an animal or the wind cracking a branch. “We should head back,” I suggested. Armitage nodded, both of us heading back down the path as I continued to clean my hands with his handkerchief. Awkwardly, I glanced at the now bloodied material and back at him. “Keep it. You're better at getting blood out of whites than I am.”

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The Florist

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

summary: you own a flower shop in London and get to meet lots of interesting customers but none as interesting as Jungkook.

genre: this is pretty fluffy at the moment - tempted to make it a series if people like it and we might get smut or angst!

word count: 1,900 notes: i haven’t edit yet so if things don’t make sense, feel free to come for me in my asks

When you opened up Buds & Blooms last spring, it was partly because of your love of flowers but also your love of people too. You see, you were surrounded by the same beautiful blossoms every day. However, the individuals who entered the shop were exactly that - individuals. Each one completely unique from the others; with different lives, different problems and different reasons for buying flowers.

You had Mrs Norris who popped in every Monday to check out the latest bouquets. Her visits were never about purchasing a bunch but indeed, she was lonely. You would often see her leaving her terraced house, waving goodbye to her dog and shuffling across the street to the shop. Your eyes followed her every move; head bowed to the ground as she manoeuvred the cobbled street. The bell would ring to signal her entrance and you acted as if you hadn’t been expecting her arrival for five minutes now. “Hello, dear,” She would whisper softly across the rows and rows of roses and camellias.

You glanced up from your ribbons and smiled. She didn’t like to start a conversation straight away. Instead, Mrs Norris took a very slow lap around the store before settling upon a bouquet of sunflowers. Her fingers ran across the sunshine petals as she fell into a deep thought.

“Patrick used to buy me these,” Mrs Norris said to herself, looking sadly at the bright bouquet which sat waiting for her. You would never tell her this but you placed them there purposely. Before Mrs Norris’ husband passed away, he paid you to create her a bouquet every week. Even beyond the grave, he was finding a way to keep their love strong. It was enough to make you believe in soulmates!

Soon after, Mr James rushed into the store like usual. No matter what day of the week, it was always just before lunchtime when he threw the door open in a hurry. As his face flushed pink and chest heaved, he briskly walked to find the biggest bouquet he could possibly find. Lucky for him, you always had one prepared for his visits. “What is it this time?” You grinned from behind the counter.

“Forgot-” He said breathlessly. “Forgot the pickles and now I’m getting a bollocking!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the panic on his face. Anytime Mr James and his wife had a slight disagreement, he would rush out to buy her flowers. It was because of him that the flower shop stayed afloat! He must have purchased about fifty bouquets since his wife got pregnant. He was seriously the best husband though.

Plenty more customers popped their heads into the store throughout the day. There was Miss Dean - a teacher from the local school who always needed a fresh arrangement for her classroom. You were also visited by Danny Jones, your next door, shop neighbour. He was always dropping by to offer you some of his luxury coffee. It was disgusting though; the bitter type of coffee that just sat in the back of your throat the whole day! With his cup of hell, he also brought an uncomfortable attempt at flirting. “So, do you ever leave this place?” Danny said, leaning up against the counter. Your eyes twitched as you watched him squash the head of a pink rose from one of your wedding displays. It was a shame you had to be polite in front of customers because you could have slapped him so hard in that moment.

“Well, you know what it’s like running a small business,” You shrugged. “I just wanna keep this place afloat!” He sipped his sludge while raking his eyes up and down your body. It would maybe make sense if you were wearing some kind of body-con, booby dress with heels. Yet, here you were in your favourite pair of mom-jeans and a baggy jumper. “That’s why I have my father involved,” Danny smirks from beyond the cup. “He pays the bills, I just make sure nothing goes wrong!”

You subtly roll your eyes from behind the vase you were plucking flowers from. How could someone get through life like this? You wondered. But you didn’t really have to think for long. He was lucky enough to have his daddy’s investment. Need more beans imported from Dubai? Get Father on the phone! Someone broke the coffee machine again? Well, looks like Daddy’s going to need the call. You were jealous really! After all, you had saved up the money to buy the shop, scrimped and scraped so you could afford the latest till. You had even dipped into your life savings to buy a new sign for the shop. That’s how much you cared about this place! It frustrated you to see someone have it so easy.

“Anyway, do you fancy getting a drink with me?” Danny asked.

“Not if it’s any of that coffee,” You whispered.

“Huh?” He looked up from the flower he had de-petalled just a second ago. You were this close from kicking him out the store!

“I’m okay,” You said shyly. How are you supposed to reject someone nicely? Someone who always gets their own way?

“Are you sure?” Danny’s annoying voice peaked again. “Do you really want to be single and selling flowers all your life?” Actually, yes. That sounded like an absolute dream plan right now! No annoying men trying to make you drink their horrible coffee. Maybe you could have a dog like Mrs Norris. Yes, a dog sounded like a great idea - plus, they are much quieter than men anyway!

“Honestly,” He huffed, bringing you out of the daydream where you’re walking your adorable dachshund around Hyde Park. Fucking idiot! How dare he interrupt you as you and Herbert settle on a park bench for a picnic. “You women confuse me beyond belief,” “You talk about marriage and babies but when a decent guy comes along, you reject him!”

Afraid he was going to start lecturing you on the benefits of marrying into his family, you made sure to place a pot down on the counter - loudly! That should wake him from his own daydream which probably involved an image of you being his trophy wife, feeding him his exuberant coffee beans. “Sorry, Danny,” You said, looking up at the clock. “I’m closing now!”

“No worries! Want me to do the tills for you?” He pointed at your cash register. “You want to make sure you’ve counted all your takings correctly!”

How could someone be so unbearable to be around!

“No,” You said firmly - or as firm as you could make it sound. “I’m okay!”

Despite his resistance, Danny finally left the shop five minutes before closing, leaving behind his stupid cardboard cup. In frustration, you lobbed it at the wall, hitting the space just below the chalkboard which advertises your prices. That was going to leave a mark but you would deal with it tomorrow. The only thing you need right now is to stick your head in a bunch of peonies! Thankfully, you were the owner of a flower shop and so a bouquet of peonies wasn't far away.

Sticking your head into the fresh flowers, you inhale their sweet, earthy scent. They act as a reset button, helping you to remember exactly why you love this job. It was your philosophy that flowers could fix anything. Whether it was a petty argument or full-on heartbreak, buying someone flowers was like putting a metaphorical bandaid on their heart. It wouldn’t fix them, of course! However, it helped the healing process feel a little easier. It was just nice to know someone cared enough to send you flowers. It takes the sting out of any sour experiences. It helps to forget just a little! And as a florist, you were so happy to be a part of making people’s lives better. Even if the shop didn’t make you any money, you would still get up every day at five o’clock and create bouquets and arrangements. This was your biggest passion after all!

“Hello?” A voice enters your ear from across the quiet shop. Shit!

You quickly whip your head around to see a man standing in your door, half smirking and half wondering ‘what the fuck is this girl doing motorboating some flowers!’ Well, at least, you think that must be what’s going through his head. How often do you walk into a shop to see someone with their face buried in flowers. “Sorry, I was just-” You start to explain but you wonder how you’re supposed to explain this to a stranger. Apologies, I just stuck my head in some flowers because this annoying guy keeps hitting on me. It’s not exactly normal person behaviour - the type a complete stranger would understand. “It’s okay,” The man spoke in a soft and calming voice. “I am looking for flowers.” “Well, you have come to the right place,” You gestured to all the flowers around you, which you had yet to stick your face in. “I promise I don’t do that with all the flowers!”

The stranger just laughed and began walking around the shop, admiring all of the flowers you had available at the moment. Completely embarrassed by what just happened, you rushed to the backroom to compose yourself. Oh god, what is my life! Did I really just embarrass myself like in front of some random guy? What must he be thinking right now! Maybe he’s already run out of the store and called the police. Amidst your thoughts, you hear a voice call out saying: “Excuse me!” With the heat from your cheeks slowly dissipating and breath starting to still, you walked back to the front of the shop with confidence. You see the man standing by the bucket of Ranunculus stems, staring down at them intently.

“How can I help?” You smiled, catching the man’s vibrant smile back at you. Now that you’re in touching distance of the stranger, you realise quite how handsome he was. His warm skin was actually glowing - like he was sweating but it was a beautiful kind of sheen that wasn’t gross at all. As if you had made a complete fool of yourself in front of someone as beautiful as him. What an idiot!

“Can you tell me about these?” He said softly and you nodded.

“These flowers are called…” As you explained the history of the flower and its meaning, his deep-brown eyes watched you intently. It was almost hard to keep eye contact with him because every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were staring right at you; full of wonder and intrigue. No one had ever looked at you like that. He even smiled and laughed at your little jokes, which definitely no one ever did! Nobody cared about flowers as much as you do to even understand your jokes. “So, these are perfect in bouquet, wreaths and things like table settings,” You finished with a smile as always. However, it didn’t feel forced like it did with other customers.

“Could I get them in a bouquet to collect tomorrow, please?” The man said quietly. “A mixture of colours, please?”

You nodded. “Of course, can I take a name for my book?”

“It’s Jungkook!” The man smiled as he told you his name. To be honest, you didn’t need to know his name. How could you forget his handsome face after all! You just wanted to know more about him; it was an interesting name - one you definitely would never forget.

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putflowersinmyhair-callmepretty · 4 years

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The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 2

GENERAL A/N: Hi there!

This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate.

A/N: Hi sweeties! I have received so much love already, this is really the best fandom ever! I hope you enjoy this character, you’ll be familiar with many parts and hopefully amused by Aoife’s twist on them, I do love her dearly. Also, I have decided to shorten the chapters cause they where way to long! Bacetti, Cate!

Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior.

General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence

Chapter’s warning: Not really, blood maybe?

Words: 2213

Chapter One.

Chapter Two: Ale and Princes

There was no sign of nuns through the corridors while she run down the stairs, weapons tinkling under the new dress and cloak Aethelflaed had gifted her.She had washed herself from the dirt and the blood of the battle and was now looking like a lady. A tired, sad lady. Aethelflaed was waiting outside with the warriors, all of them already on the back of their mounts; in her left hand, the Lady was holding the bridles of Aoife’s horse. “You are a strange nun” Uthred stated “why do you have weapons and a horse?” “They were gifted to me years ago.” Aoife simply answered, jumping easily on her mount and patting her on the neck. “They are expensive gift.” the other Dane noticed, and she turned to shoot him a weak smile. “Someone really cared for me.”

Aylesbury, Mercia

They arrived at Aylesbury when the sun was setting, and Aoife thanked God when the route opened in front of them and, among the white of the snow, appeared the stone walls of Aylesbury. They rode among the tents of the soldiers and, at the doors, they were welcomed by a line of guards, shields and spears pointed in their direction. Behind them stood the tallest and scariest man Aoife had ever seen, who pulled out his sword when they came closer. Next to him, Aoife saw a somehow attractive man, with dirty blonde hair and an unripe face; she guided her horse closer to Finan’s, feeling unsafe under his gaze. “That’s Aethelred. Lady Aethelflaed’s husband” Finan told her, noticing who her eyes were following. It was all clear now, Aethelflaed have told her stories about the weasel that her husband was. He was the one threatening her friend and Lady’s life. Once again Finan had to stop her from throwing her dagger at someone. “You need to stop being so impetuous.” He snorted with a half-smile “You will put us all in great danger sooner than later.” She grinned “He would not be missed.” “He is a Lord.” Finan insisted “Stay nice and quiet, would you?” They watched in silence Uthred and Aethelflaed discussing with that mountain of a man and Aethelred, probably explaining the situation. Aoife couldn’t really hear what they were saying, but she didn’t care. She had never seen the snow outside of the property of the Abbey and it was nice how soft it looked over the walls of the fortress. She didn’t notice Finan watching her, smiling at her amazement; and he didn’t notice Sithric and Osferth staring at him, amused. Finan was known and, made fun of, for quickly fall in love with women and that pretty warrior nun was no exception, but Osferth was worried for the young lady’s feelings; Finan was also one to love you during the course of one night and forget about you the morning after. However, Aoife was innocent but no fool, and the monk was sure enough that she would reject his attempts. Or at least he hoped so.

It was decided that the outlaw Uthred and his companions could pass, but they had to leave their weapons outside. Finan tried to protest, but his words were ignored by the Lord, while his guard repeated the order slower, as to mock Finan’s intelligence. Guards were sent to collect their weapons and Aoife didn’t like the way her guard was watching her as a prey. “You done?” she asked harshly when his eyes fell on the modest neckline of her dress. He quickly left her side with a small bow and behind her back she heard the Dane, whose name was Sithric she had discovered, laughing. “You have a temper, nun” and he walked with her through the gates.

They were left as enemies outside the hall, Aethelflaed nice enough to choose to stay with them and not to feast with her family. Aoife, at her side, soon found out that she wasn’t the only one with a temper problem; Finan, who she was sure had a desire to die, not only stood his ground to the huge warrior, but also made fun of his orders. The men did not seem intimidated, though; he smiled menacingly to the Irishman and patted him on the chest. “Steapa!” Uthred intervened “Food and ale would be appreciated.” The warrior agreed and turned to enter the hall. “And Steapa! Good food!” Finan added, under the amused looks of his companions “Meat! And lots of ale.” Uthred pushed him playfully “He will have your head one day.” “He just has to try.”

Under the supervision of Steapa himself, the diverse group of outlaws and ladies were drinking and eating at the alehouse. Aoife had never drunk ale before and she was quite enjoying the sweet and earthy taste of the beverage that she was gulping down. “You should slow down.” Osferth suggested, over the chatter of the others “It is not the strongest, but it will confuse your thoughts.” She smiled sweetly “Thank you, Brother.” She had just discovered that Osferth was a bastard child of Alfred and she did know how it felt like to be an unwanted consequence of illicit love. She decided that he deserved to know that he was not alone and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. “Osferth” she called softly, and the monk turned to her with a smile “I just wanted you to know that I too am the bastard of a Lord and a maid. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have claimed a family of your own. A family of bad smelling, brutish men, sure, but still a family.” The monk smiled widely and squeezed lightly her hand “I sure do. Thank you.” “That was very sweet.” a voice whispered in her hear. She turned around and almost brushed the tip of her nose on Finan’s. The man was sitting very close to her; she could smell the ale in his breath, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was much taller than her, and he had dropped his head on his close fist to look at her. His eyes were not hungry, but curious and perhaps even sweet. He was so unbelievably handsome that she found herself at loss of words. She didn’t have to worry however, because who she assumed was a young Lord approached Steapa telling that an approximation to a Witan had been gathered and they were required. None of them knew what an approximation to a Witan was but they all emptied their cups and quickly followed Steapa inside the hall. It was a large room, warmed by a fire that burnt right in the centre. The floor was made of wood, the wall of stones. Aethelred was sprawled on his throne, at his left stood a young man and, against the walls the men of the Witan, priests and lords in their heavy cloaks, watching them enter the room with stern faces. Not a warm welcome. She didn’t need Aethelred’s comment to notice the absence of King Alfred; she had never met him, but she had heard great stories about him, and closing her eyes she could create an image of what it should look like. She was disappointed by his absence. “I am here in place of the King. I’m here to speak for the King.” the young boy stated, and Aoife could easily assume that he was Aethelflaed’s younger brother, Edward, the atheling of Wessex. Weirdly, all Aoife could think of was that he looked something like Osferth. Aethelflaed was invited by her husband to say what she had come to say. The men of the Witan received with suspicious her accusations of Haesten, who was a declared ally of Wessex. When the Lady explained how Haesten had threatened her life and Uthred had saved her, the one questioning her was her own husband. “I am at a loss, how is it that Uthred knew of this danger? How is it that he knew exactly where to find you?” “An irrelevant question.” Aethelflaed commented coldly; Finan and Aoife made eye contact and they had to look away to not burst laughing. A man of the Witan, old and unpleasant to the eye and the ear, supported Aethelred’s suspects with impossible stories of Uthred’s betrayal, about him planning Aethelflaed’s killing with Haesten, all to earn her trust and get once again close to King Alfred. It was such a fool story that Aoife couldn’t imagine anyone believing it. She couldn’t be more wrong. “A spy?” Aethelred insisted. “An assassin, even.” the man replied. Neither her nor Finan were smiling anymore, it wasn’t going as expected and Uthred’s patience was visibly running thin. “Should have expected nothing different.” he said, his eyes rolling in exasperation. Surprisingly, in the defence of the outlaw, Aethelflaed was joined by her brother. “Seems rather grand strategy, Lord Aethelred” he stated, turning to the Lord, “and for what?” “It’s here, among us.” the young lord, the one that had guided them to the hall, answered. “And under guard.” the atheling replied bluntly, “Then let us get to the truth of the matter.” an imperious voice resounded throughout the room. King Alfred had entered the room, and, despite his sickly appearance, Aoife could feel the power he exuded. He was surely a man of strong, uncompromising mind and where he lacked with physical strength, he more than compensated with great presence and spirit.

Uthred had then explained his intention to the King; in exchange of him saving Aethelflaed, he asked for one thousand men to attack Beamfleot and defeat Haesten. He was clever enough to point out that the fall of Beamfleot and Haesten would mean a great loss for the Dane army and consequently ensure peace in Mercia and Wessex, for a while at least. Prince Edward spoke in favour of the agreement, but Alfred, supported by the men of the Witan, decided not to trust the outlaw and declined his request. He then invited the Dane to leave as the free man he was in Mercia, but he would remain an outlaw of Wessex.

***

The group found itself once again sat around a table outside the alehouse. They weren’t pleased by the outcome of the Witan. For what Aoife could understand, it was crucial to reclaim the Dane seer, Skade. It had something to do with a curse she had casted on Uthred and that was apparently putting them all in great danger. Aoife was no one to discharge others’ beliefs; on the contrary it made her appreciate Uthred more. He had saved Aethelflaed despite the danger that his choice entailed. She was quite surprised by how much she was enjoying the warriors’ company; they were kinder that she expected and, usually, it was a pleasure to spend time with them. That moment was the exception, but she could not blame them for being quiet and angry. They had been left without hope nor plans; and even if she was confident that they would soon find a way to reclaim the witch, she understood their fears. She was the first to notice the priests approaching, behind them came Prince Edward. He sat down next to his sister, Aoife on his other side. He shot her a questioning look and she gracefully bowed her head; but it was clear that he had more urgent issues to address. Osferth, at Aoife’s other side, excused himself and left before she could even turn around; it was clear the situation was paining him greatly. Words of curtesy were exchange between the people; Aoife, who didn’t know neither the priests nor the prince, sat in silence. She could not help but laugh, however, when the priest, who had taken Osferth place next to her, kindly stated that he couldn’t waste his prayers for Finan, being that he already belonged to the devil. The Irishman’s eyes moved from the priest to Aoife, and a corner of his mouth curved upwards in a smile, hidden by his bushy beard. “Could well be right.” he admitted. The other priest urged to get to the point, considering the dangerous position the prince had put himself in; the statement caught the attention of the entire table. The first priest asked them all to appear uninterested, for the safety of the presents, and, as strange as it sounded, a heavy silence fell on the group. “How… how many men does Haesten have?” Edward finally asked. Aoife watched hope return on Uthred and Aethelflaed’s faces. “Maybe as many as one thousand.” Uthred answered. “And a fortress.” the prince recollected. “Beamfleot.” Edward asked how Uthred could be sure to defeat him when it seemed impossible to do. Uthred pondered his words, then answered calmly that a siege would require the sacrifice of three thousand souls; Haesten, however, wouldn’t resisted the opportunity to kill him and would follow him outside. Fighting on open ground would increase their chances of winning. Prince Edward took his time to think about it, listening patiently to the warriors’ advices. He then decided, with a proud smile on his young face, to grant Uthred five hundred men. He swore to be there, the day of the attack, hidden in the wood with his army of half a thousand men.

Aoife hand run on the blade of her sword.

Chapter Three.

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Double The Gambit, Double The Fun.

Cw: food ment, Eye contact, ask to tag.

Ok to rb

Summary: by some reason gambit finds his version from another dimention, and jerico has to deal with the consequences.

A/n: heres the second gambit aka ettiene.

Jerico was too distracted on her phone, there wasnt much to do other than wait for her laundry to be done, wich she asked Jean who was also in the laundry room to let her know that it was finished.

Ignoring the footsteps as she sunk in the sofá shes suddenly startled by a voice she knew all too well.

--wasnt expectin you here Cherie-- remy said, leaning on his Cane.

She raises a brow looking at the man-- ah mira quien vino (ah look who decided to come by), nice to see you again gambit, thought youd be too busy gambling and scamming people

-- I dont scam thats filthy work-- he added leaning slightly foward.

Theres a silence that lasts a few seconds before they both laugh.

She stands up, greeting Him properly.

-- so whats up?

He sighed, tipping his hat-- we May have a situation,follow me

-- that doesnt sound misterious or anything...--quipped the woman walking.

When they got to the courtyard, there he was, a Man,leaning on a beautiful coupe Nova,too distracted playing with a coin he doesnt notice them both walking.

--i was walkin to see the professor-- started gambit-- and I fell to the floor, when I stood up I found him there

-- a New student?

-- no sweetheart, thats me, but from other dimention, at least thats what the professor told us

Jerico raises a brow--uh, Sir?-- she asked as the other gambit looked at him.

-- well well well, the southern belle herself, jerico nice to meet you, im--

--remy, i know-- she snorted thinking he'd shake her hand, but of course he grabbed her hand and kisses her knuckles,winking.

Not only she had to bear her remys flirt but now a second one? She was sure she might pass out if the two of them teamed up to mess with her.

-- and you brought me here because?

-- the professor told me to ask you to read his emotions to see if hes up to something

Jer scoffed and smiles--if its you, then he might be-- the men laugh and she looks at the second remy.

--Dont worry If it feels weird, im not going to hurt you

-- even if you did sweetheart I wouldnt mind-- the second remy winked.

--callate vos-- she answered in a fit of giggles.

She knew how to shut him up, she took his forearm and traced her fingers across the soft fabric of his coat, thumb caressing his wrist up to holding his hand.

Her free hand pressed itself against his cheek holding it softly, and she closes her eyes.

Her remy, the one from her dimention was snickering as his copy was starting to blush by the tenderness of jericos hands.

Who, as soon as she finished readind his emotions she let go, he almost whines but for his pride he shuts up Real quick.

-- hes fine, dont worry, id assume you two are gonna share a dorm?

Remys dorm was just Next to hers,she tries to play it cool but she was freaking out.

--yeah-- the two remys answered at the same time.

--Now that I think of it, we should reffer to him--she pointed at the second remy-- a different name,...god ,what was your middle name, ...ettiene?

Remy nodds, and the now ettiene tilts His head raising his shoulders.

Jerico heard jeans voice in her head telling her that the laundry was done, so she said her goodbyes and Walked back into the mansion.

As she shoves her clothes into a basket she looks at Jean-- your boyfriends texting during class?

The telepath smiles laughing-- he wants me to help him with his test

--what if the professor finds out?

Both women look at eachother to then laughs-- well he May think its clever!-- added Jean-- speaking about boys, heard about the second remy, youre gonna have it rough huh?

Jer giggled-- well, double the fun I guess,anyway, bye Jean!

--bye jerico!

The empath Walked back to her room upstairs and left the basket on a corner going to her bed to collapse.

The rest of the day was calm as both gambits settled down in their room.

They were talking when they heard Jers voice singing from the other room.

Its a song in spanish, they cant place what shes saying.

-- southern belles singing-- said ettiene sitting on his bed.

-- shes always singing,I always listen-- added remy leaving his staff against the wall-- I wish I could hear her speak spanish more often, she has such a beautiful accent

--That she does

At night the students all went to get their food, jubilee and Jean went out for the night, leaving jerico all alone in the mansion.

As she grabs her food, she hears the footsteps she learnt how to identify, she turns around meeting with both of the gambits.

Remy, not missing a beat in teasing her he goes-- whats a pretty Lady like you, doing in a place like this?

-- in the kitchen? Getting food-- he looks at her with his brows furrowed--...fine-- she sighs fighting back a smile-- fella done me wrong, Im distracting myself from the thought of him

Ettiene also jumped in, they were like brothers teaming up to annoy someone.

--well-- said the second gambit-- hes a fool for leaving such a pretty Lady behind

-- oh hes not that bad-- added jerico-- hes a very flirty Man with a nice sense of fashion, one day I might even give him a chance...

-- lucky fella-- added remy.

-- yeah, but I know theres more to him that a secure, cheeky exterior, one could even say afraid-- she leaned in both of them taking their hand.

They both were nervous-- afraid of hearbreak-- she leaned closer.

She then snatches her Plate and her bottle of soda and leans back-- but then again, arent we all?

She left the kitchen with a huge smile on her face as a very flustered remy shouted-- how come you always turn it around?!

--i know you remy!-- she shouted back.

While she Ate, the two men went upstairs back to their dorms,having ate early, they went to bed early.

--i see what you see in her-- ettiene said taking off his shoes.

-- shes the best isnt she?...I never had problem facing a Lady but with her is different

--guess no Point in hiding your feelings from her?

Remy nodded-- she already knows, but I dont know if ya noticed, but when she reads emotions you can feel a bit of hers,she wont do the first move

-- shes scared?

-- yep, cant blame her tho, as she said, arent we all scared of rejection

Jerico finished eating her food, and left the Plate on the kitchen.

When she got to her room she sat in bed,seeing what jubilee and Jean sent her.

They seem to be having fun.

Looking at the time she sighed.

Going to knock on remys door.

If her Friends were having fun, why shouldnt she?

--Ah, look who came by ettiene

-- salty for todays lose LeBeau?

--maybe, but its late what are you--

Jerico kissed him, he kissed back, taken off guard as his arms slipped around her waist pulling her in his room closing the door with his foot.

When they pull away, ettiene comes behind remy and smiles.

-- theres one for you to ettie-- said jerico kissing ettiene softly, he hugs her smiling like a kid in love.

-- well, im assumin you didnt come by just to kiss us good night

She shakes her head pulling both men in for a hug, it felt nice.

-- no, I came by to hang out with you two, I was all alone in my room, figured id come by and spend time with my two favorite men -- said jer.

Both smile cupping her cheeks one each.

-- look at you getting us all in love with you-- said ettiene pressing his forehead against hers-- god, youre beautiful...

Remy pressed a kiss to her jaw and her neck pulling her closer-- im just glad I can finally hold you

Jerico smiles-- guys I feel like im about to melt, stop--

Both chuckle hugging her tighter.

-- well-- said ettiene-- me and...me, were going to watch a movie, fancy staying for a while?

She nodds and the three slip in bed, cuddling as they watch said movie.

The first one to fall asleep was ettiene, then remy who had his face on the crook of her neck.

Jerico was the last one to fall asleep, in the arms of both her lovers, safe from the outside world.

#cw food #tw food #food ment #cw eye contact #gif tw eye contact #tw eye contact #ask to tag #f/o fic #♣️dont go gambling with my heart♣️#♥️play to keep♥️

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oswildin · 4 years

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Don’t You See? {Part One} ~ Dhawan!Master x F!Raeder

~ I KNOW IM BEING REALLY BAD AND WRITING IMAGINES THAT I HAVE STUCK IN MY HEAD BEFORE POSTING THE REQUESTS YA’LL HAVE MADE, I PROMISE ONE IS COMING TODAY! ~

Summary: You’ve known the Master for years. You’ve fought him with the Doctor time and time again, yet he always comes back.

Warnings: Some crude implications hahahaha

Part Two - https://oswildin.tumblr.com/post/610934402369880064/dont-you-see-part-two-dhawanmaster-x

You had known the Doctor a long time. She was your best friend. You were always the one that stood by her. You watched her as she lost her companions one by one. You would feel her pain every time she showed up to your door, defeated once more. It was the curse of living such a long and reckless life.

You’d met her in her tenth form. She’d just lost Rose back then, and was quite withdrawn and lonely. You were there ensuring she was ok. Although you didn’t know it at the time, you would be one of the lucky ones that stuck around. Many died or left the Doctor. You on the other hand decided to keep a healthy balance between life on Earth and life with the Doctor. Maybe that’s how you survived for so long with her.

You also knew the Master. You’d met him when he was Harold Saxon, trying to destroy the Earth. He’d kept tabs on you, knowing you were on the Doctor’s loyalist friends. You were aboard the valiant as Martha travelled the planet below. You had hated the Master, hated what he had done. He was selfish, cruel and most of all cowardly, everything the Doctor taught you not to be.

Of course, he would never admit he was cowardly. But you saw behind the mask, the hard cold exterior. You knew deep down he was just a scared little boy who went mad. You saw what the Doctor could see. Not many humans were able to do that. It interested him, but most of all frustrated him endlessly.

You watched him die in the Doctor’s arms. You watched the Doctor burn his body as you stayed with the Doctor, comforting them as they mourned for their oldest friend. Life was never simple, and neither were the people in it.

You saw the Master again as Gallifrey tried to return into the universe, crushing Earth with it. You watched as the Master finally stood beside the Doctor, sending the Timelords back into the Timelock. You were also there when Missy showed up, trying to stand with the Doctor, but ending up being abandoned. You couldn’t help but somewhat feel for the Timelord. All that torment they had endured, and really all they wanted was their friend back, in their own twisted way of course.

When you were offered a job at MI6 due to your previous work with U.N.I.T, you were shocked, confused and wondered how on Earth they’d even considered you for a job. You weren’t an agent, nor a specialist in any field of any kind, you were a regular person, just with experience of alien life; not that MI6 even believed in any of that. You reluctantly took the position, deciding perhaps it was time for a change within the world of MI6. Perhaps this was a change to reform U.N.I.T or maybe even Torchwood.

Your first day was not what you had expected. You were sat behind a desk, filing paperwork and getting agents their coffees. One small step for mankind, you suppose. You sighed to yourself as you tapped your pen against the paperwork in front of you.

“Hey-“

You jumped slightly at the new voice as you peered up, pretending to look somewhat busy as you saw who the voice belonged to. It was a darker skinned man, with brown eyes and dark hair with slight stubble. He was quite attractive you noted as you gazed up at him. Not quite. Scrap that. Very attractive. What? You were allowed to look weren’t you?

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you jump.” He commented as you shrugged, slowly picking your jaw off the floor as you shook your head, waving him off.

“My fault. Daydreaming.” You told him, a small smile on your lips. “Bad habit of mine. I don’t always pay attention to my surroundings.” You muttered as you began to idly move the paper work in front of you about.

“Guessing you’re the newbie?” He asked as you noted he also had a file of paper work in his hands.

“I prefer the term sucker.” You teased as you realised how it had sounded, face palming. “I mean, sucker because I’m getting dumped with the paper work, not because I didn’t anything- You know- To get here.” You awkwardly cleared your throat as you mentally cursed yourself. The man wore a small smile as he stared down at you. “Sorry.” You coughed as you felt your cheeks warm up.

“I understood what you meant.” He laughed lightly, before handing you the file that he was holding. “Sorry. If it helps, I was you a few months ago.” He told you. “Fetching the drinks, doing the work no one wanted to do...” He trailed off as you took the file from him, standing from your desk.

“And now look at you.” You raised a brow. “Giving your unwanted paperwork to the new you.” You joked as he almost awkwardly began to apologise as you waved it off. “I’m joking. Don’t worry.” He instantly relaxed as you gave him a comforting smile. “I’m K.” You held out your free hand for him to shake.

“O.” He told you as he shook your hand.

“Unlucky.” You commented at his name. “So every time something goes wrong, and someone mutters ‘oh for gods sake’, do you think they’re talking to you?” You joked as he almost rolled his eyes at your comment. “Sorry, needed to get it out my system.”

“K.” He nodded sharply as you smirked at him.

“Nicely done.” You laughed lightly at his retort.

You didn’t know why, but something about this man felt oddly familiar, but you couldn’t place it. You would often find yourself glancing at him from across the office as you zoned out. You would have to snap yourself out of it as you tried to press on with your duties.

“K-“ You looked up seeing one of your colleagues staring down at you. Ugh, M. You hated M with a passion. He was cocky, arrogant and just downright irritating. How you wished you could wipe that smile off his face... “I need you to get me a coffee. Black, two sugars.” He went to turn away before turning back. “Oh, and be a doll and grab us a sandwich whilst you’re there. Preferably a BLT.” He added as you forced a tight smile. “Pronto.” You groaned to yourself as the man walked away. He was always sending you on stupid errands. The worst part was, he didn’t even do anything that important. He would just sit there and flirt with as many women around the office as possible, and there wasn’t many women around either, so it was a quick rotation every few hours of rejection.

O watched you closely as you grabbed your coat and bag, seeing the irritation on your features as you huffed to yourself. You’d been there a month and still hadn’t been given anything good to work on. Why bother hiring you if they just wanted a coffee girl? You missed O’s stare as you exited the office.

You returned as quickly as you could, almost out of breath by the time you had reached the office. You walked up to M’s desk as you placed down the coffee and sandwich on his desk. He peered up from his paper work as he looked down in front of him. He sighed as he picked up the sandwich packet.

“I said BLT.” He muttered out as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“They didn’t have any left. This was all they had.” You told him sternly as he went to grab the cup, feeling the luke warm coffee through the paper cup.

“Why isn’t this piping hot?” He raised a brow as you bit your tongue. By this point, O had peered up from his desk, watching the interaction.

“Because I had to walk 5 minutes back with it, then up the stairs because the lift is out of order. Plus it’s not exactly summer outside if you hadn’t noticed.” You told him, folding your arms over your chest. You turned away from him, feeling your anger rising.

“No wonder they haven’t given you any assignments yet. You can’t even get a lunch order correct.” M muttered as you stopped in your tracks. That was it. You had had enough. You turned back on your heel, marching up to his desk as you grabbed his coffee from off it, opening the lid as you threw it all over his expensive suit. You crushed the cup, slamming it down on his desk. He looked up in shock, swearing at you as you walked away. By this point, everyone in the room had been watching. The women were smirking as the others looked shocked. O tried to suppress his smile as you took your seat back down at your desk. He liked the fire inside of you.

After that, M never asked you for lunch orders again. You began getting real assignments, and was slowly making your way up the ranks. You hadn’t seen the Doctor for a while. You felt bad, but knew she was with the fam, as she liked to call them. You would occasionally get a WhatsApp message from the traveller, usually a very bad selfie with her wearing a stupid hat. You had to laugh at that. You and O had began to work on assignments together. You didn’t know why they paired you with him. He wasn’t exactly a very experienced agent, no offence to him. Either way, you were thankful. O was lovely. He was kind, funny and even a little bit sexy.

You weren’t field agents, but that was something you wanted to work up to. That adrenaline and adventure, the same things you experienced with the Doctor. You couldn’t stay away from that life forever, normal life was boring.

So when you received a voice note from the Doctor saying there was a crisis, you were happy to drop everything and help. But what you didn’t realise was, O had received a very similar voice note.

“Wait-“ You looked at him confused, hearing him play the voice memo aloud at his desk. “How did you get that?” You inquired, raising a brow.

“It’s from a friend.” He furrowed his brows, looking confused at you.

“Yeah I know. My friend.” You narrowed your eyes.

“What? You know the Doctor?!” He whisper shouted as you widened your eyes in surprise.

“You know the Doctor?!” You asked in return, pointing at him. He quickly stood from his desk as he took you into the corridor, away from all the prying eyes. “How do you know her?”

“I met her once years ago. Never mind that, how do you know her?” He asked, raising a brow. You sighed, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

“I travel with her.” You told him truthfully. No point in hiding it now.

“You what?!” He asked, excitement evident in his eyes as you hushed him, people walking past, giving you both strange looks.

“Yes! I travel with her in her blue box. Have done for years.” You folded your arms. “Why is she messaging you?”

“I don’t know. Something about a crisis and she needs my help?” He shrugged, seemingly as clueless as you. “All I know is, we need to go to Australia.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“How does that come into the equation?” You asked quietly.

“I’ve been doing some work on the side... C told me to drop it, but I knew there was something up with it!” You’d never seen him so ecstatic. “I knew it was alien.” He smiled widely as you couldn’t help but smile with him.

“Welcome to my life.” You breathed out. “Right. Come on then. Show me these findings of yours.”

The next thing you knew, you were in the outback. Good old Australia. Luckily O had more tricks up his sleeve. He had told you he’d been on the case for years, even living in the outback, taking trips there to further his research. You were impressed at his commitment to say the least. He was determined.

Then, before you knew it, the Doctor showed up, Graham following behind. The Doctor looked confused as she spotted you behind O, furrowing her brows and scrunching up her face in thought.

“Yeah, so... I kinda work for MI6 now.” You told her shortly as Graham whistled in shock.

“Not bad, eh Doc?” He commented as he grinned at you. “Hey, I bet the pays good ennit?” He joked as you smiled at him. It had been a while since you’d seen her and the fam. It was nice to see them again.

You sat at the computers, trying to trace the signal of the creatures somehow. After your close encounter with multiple of them, you wanted to get to the bottom of where they had come from. But nothing. There was no trace whatsoever. The Doctor was having the same trouble.

“How’s it going?” O asked as you peered up at him, looking somewhat defeated.

“Great. That’s why I’m bouncing off the walls with excitement.” You sarcastically commented as he gave you a small comforting smile.

“So... the Doctor...” He folded his arms, leaning against the table. “How much do you know about her?” He inquired as you raised a brow at his question.

“Enough.” You told him shortly. “More than what those guys do at least.” You nodded to the fam as they chatted with their alien friend. “And I don’t mean that in a ‘I was here first’ kind of way either.” You reassured him as he nodded.

“I may have lied to you... a little bit.” He told you as you looked confused. “See that shelf over there.” You turned to where he was pointing, seeing a shelf stacked full of files. “That’s information, all about the Doctor...” He told you. “Been collecting it for years.” He said as you slowly realised what he was getting at.

“You know who I am.” You told him quietly, turning back to him. “All along, you’ve known who I am.” You looked confused, and somewhat upset.

“It was just coincidence you joined MI6 after I did. You know what they say about a small world...” He told you as you slowly relaxed, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, I suppose.” You hummed. “Or something else is going on...” You thought aloud. “I’ve learnt that people don’t just meet each other without reason... Especially in the situation we met...” You trailed off as he watched you intently. “Oh well!” You exclaimed, getting up from your seat. “Guess we’ll find out eventually!” You forced a smile as you walked back towards the others, missing the dark expression that had made its way onto O’s face.

“Come on, son!” Graham exclaimed as O ran towards the plane that was about to take off. You were just in front as you managed to board the plane, holding your hand out for O. Luckily for you all, he made it in time, being helped up by you and Graham as the Doctor closed the door.

“Sorry. I've never been good at sprinting.” O breathed out, trying to regain his composure as the Doctor furrowed, looking confused.

“What?” She asked as everyone ignored her, trying to move away from the back end of the plane.

“Come on, Doctor. We're about to take off.” Ryan exclaimed as everyone tried to catch their breath.

“In the main cabin!” The Doctor told them all as they made their way through all the seats. You sighed as you threw yourself down on one of the front seats, feeling your chest hurt from your heavy breathing. God, you didn’t realise how long it had been since you had been running into danger.

“Never been good at sprinting?” The Doctor looked over at O as he leant on the seats. He shook his head.

“I was the last one in every race at school.” He huffed out, causing the Doctor to scrunch her face in confusion.

“No, no, no. I read your file. You were a champion sprinter.” She commented as you peered over at the pair, seeing O zone out for a brief moment, before a darker expression replaced his once soft features.

“Mmm. Got me. Well done.” He almost smirked, as his voice even changed, turning darker, more confident.

“What’s going on, Doc?” Graham asked, confused as everyone else. You narrowed your eyes, seeing the utter confusion on the Doctor’s face, something that often happened, but this time it was different. It was like she had a feeling about it all.

“You'd best take a look out of the window.” O said as you gazed at him, before turning towards the window on your left, looking out as you saw the shelter you had called home for the last month or so.

“How's your house out there?” Graham furrowed his brows, turning to look at O for an explantation. Yaz and Ryan stayed quiet as they tried to understand what was happening.

“Bit Wicked Witch of the West, but you get the gist. Maybe. Maybe not.” O said casually, placing a hand on his hip dramatically as he twirled back round to face the humans. You looked over at the Doctor as she shook her head. There it was again. That feeling of familiarity around the man in question. “Oh, come on, Doctor, catch up.” O encouraged, snapping his fingers. “You can do it. Come on.”

“Oh!” The Doctor gasped, her mouth agape as she held onto the seats beside her for balance.

“That's...that's my name, and that is why I chose it.” O grinned, taking a breath. “Oh, so satisfying.” He raised his brows. “Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster. Or should I say spy...” He paused, his smirk falling. “Master?” You felt fear creep up inside of you. It couldn’t be. Could it? “Hi.” He waved at the gang as you furrowed your brows. O was a lie. It was a mask... You had fallen for it... and him. You felt your heart shatter as you tried to clear your mind, but thoughts proceeded to race through it.

“You can't be.” The Doctor said quietly, looking almost annoyed at the fact he had come back into her life.

“Oh, I can be. I very much am.” The Master stepped forwards as you felt fear being in such close proximity of the Timelord. You almost shuffled further away, as far as you could.

“But I met O!” The Doctor exclaimed. “Years ago.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around everything.

“I know!” The Master cried, before manically laughing. There it was, that sound that had haunted you for years. You shivered are the sound. But it was all starting to make sense... Why you were employed by MI6... Assigned to cases with O... or the Master you should say. You held your head in your hands. “And I had so much fun playing O! So much!” He exclaimed, grinning. “Had a helping hand with (Y/N) getting her little job there.” He commented as the Doctor glanced over at you. “Playing the supportive friend.” He continued as you looked up at him, eyes sad. “The nerdy heartthrob.” He smirked, sending you a wink as you shook your head at him in disbelief.

“Why?” The Doctor narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t need to drag her into it!” She exclaimed, feeling protective over her friend.

“Oh but I did Doctor...” He stalked towards the fellow Timelord. “To get to you of course... The easiest way.”

“I need to warn Barton.” The Doctor realised, pushing her way past the Master as he balanced himself on the seats behind him. “He’s not here!” She called back to the others. “Where’s Barton?!” She exclaimed, popping her head back into the main cabin as the Master faked panic, twirling around as he muttered to himself, before throwing himself down next to you.

“Who’s flying the plane?!” Graham asked, furrowed brows.

“Wrong question.” The Master told him, as you looked at him as he sat beside you. “Check the seat.” He told the Doctor as she quickly turned, seeing the bomb that was sat once where Barton was. He looked over at you as you felt your body freeze under his intense stare.

“What have you done?” You asked him quietly, shaking your head. He smirked at you before pushing himself off the seat.

“Cockpit bomb. Short fuse. I can relate to that.” He smiled as the others watched from afar. The Doctor tried to sonic the bomb, much to the Master’s annoyance as he flipped instantly. “Now, do you really think that I would not make that sonic-proof, Doctor?” He exclaimed. “Come on!” He body shook as he shouted, causing your eyes to widen. “Deadlock sealed. And I made sure - no parachutes on board.” He smirked, leaning against the overhead storage.

“But where’s Barton?!” Yaz asked, growing impatient with the Master’s game.

“Called away before takeoff. By me!” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder at the girl. He then turned to look at you as you looked at him from around the seats. “Stick with me (Y/N), cos I control... everything.” He breathed out, relaxing his body. “Even these guys.” He whistled, clicking his fingers as he twirled around, two of the creatures appearing behind him as he smiled madly.

“I can't do it! Get away!” The Doctor’s voice called as she ran back into the main cabin, closing the door behind her as she used her body to shield as much of the blast as possible. She flew forward as it exploded, landing on the ground beside you as you also flew down, with the others.

“Ha!” The Master cried, the chaos around him thrilling him. He looked down at the Doctor, standing over her threateningly. “One last thing. Something you should know in the seconds before you die.” He leaned down to the Doctor, looking her in the eye. “Everything that you think you know... is a lie.” He breathed out, his expression looking tired and saddened for a second before returning to his hard gaze. “Got you, finally.” He smirked, before vanishing, the creatures rushing at the Doctor, leaving the four humans alone on the crashing plane.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 years

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It’s What Family Does

Characters: Carol Danvers x Barnes!Reader, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: fear of being rejected (for being gay), mostly fluff

Summary: Your relationship with Carol isn’t exactly known, and she encourages you to tell your brother despite your fears of being rejected.

Squares Filled: date night jar for marvelfluffbingo (1st card) // drugged for @hc-bingo // siblings for @ladiesbingo // if you want a thing done well do it yourself for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // carol danvers/captain marvel for @ladiesofmarvelbingo // tucking their hair behind their ear for @fluffbingo // grocery run for buckybarnesbingo (1st card) // boarding school for @marvelbingo

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Your mother and father were never there for you like your brother was. He’s the one you can always count on to be there. He’s the one who took care of you since he’s ten years older than you. Your parents often told you how you were not planned and a surprise, but James treated you like family. When he turned 18, he was out of the house and left you with your parents. You were 10, and since their star child was gone, it wasn’t a good time for you. They neglected you so much that they thought sending you to boarding school was a good idea.

To them, it was. To you, it was one of the worst things they could have done. By then, James was already getting enlisted into the army, and you were left to defend yourself against every single person at your school. Students, you could handle just fine. It was the teachers you had to be worried about… especially the Dean of Students.

She was the meanest of them all and would often humiliate the kids if she saw something she didn’t like. She’d go around to the different classrooms and observe for a while. If she saw something a kid was doing and she didn’t like it, they would be in a world of pain. You bet she just liked to pick stuff out on the spot just to get at these kids. You were miserable there.

When you finally had a chance to write to your big brother, he took you out of the school immediately. When you enrolled, you put your brother down as your emergency contact instead of your mother. He saved you from three and a half more years of hell. He let you stay in the apartment he was staying at while he went off to active duty once more. Whenever he got off, he’d come back into your arms since you missed him so much.

It broke your heart when you found out he died. Your whole world shattered around you. It’s how HYDRA was able to find you in the first place. You became reckless and got yourself captured. Yes, it was your fault you went through worse hell than the Dean of Students. You’d take her over the torture you endured while with HYRDA. When you found out they were keeping your brother and what they did to him, you were enraged. They wanted him to fight and kill you, but he took one look at you and he was able to beat whatever mind games they had over him.

That’s how strong your bond is with him. It’s been like that ever since you could remember. It’s even stronger now since you and James were free of HYDRA and everything else. The only thing you had a problem with is new enemies trying to take over the Avengers and break them apart. Recently, you had to go save your brother from a drug lord who wanted to use his abilities for his drug cartel.

It’s one thing to mess with James, but it’s another thing to bring you into it. People should be more afraid of you if they mess with him and vice versa. You lost him once, you weren't going to lose him again.

“James!” you screamed when you entered the place he was being held.

“Yeah, scream louder. Make sure they know we’re here,” Carol scoffed.

“He is my brother. I am not going to let anything happen to him. You find the men, I’ll go save my brother,” you decided and left on your own. Carol knew there was no getting through to you when your brother was involved. She left in the opposite direction since she can handle every man that threw themselves at her.

Luck was on your side since the first room you looked into contained James.

“James!” you rushed over to him.

“Y/N?” he muttered.

“I’m here. You’re okay. God, what did they do to you?” you muttered.

“I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt,” he whispered. The serum inside his body prevented him from being affected too much. HYDRA’s drugs were way worse than whatever these drug lords had with them.

“Still, come on. We’re going to get out out of here.”

“We?”

“Carol’s with me. Come on,” you huffed and got him to his feet.

He and Carol didn’t get along at first, but it’s important to you that they do now. Carol is the love of your life, and it would be a shame if your brother didn’t like her. He’s very protective, and he often imagined you being with a nice man and settling down. He doesn’t even know you’re into women. You and Carol started dating only a few months ago, but still. He should know who’s in your life.

“He’s going to take it well,” Carol says and grabs your hand.

“I hope so,” you sigh.

“Where is he?”

“I sent him on a grocery run. I need more time. I panicked.”

“Would this get your mind off it?” she asks and pulls out the date night jar you two made a long time ago. You never got to use it since there was mission upon mission to keep you busy.

“I forgot about that,” you chuckle.

She reaches into the jar and messes with the wooden sticks before pulling one out. On one side it reads, “cook dinner”. Carol knew nothing of the sort, but luckily you learned at a young age. The skill never left you even after all these years.

“You can’t cook to save your life,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but you can. Show me. I’m a quick learner,” she smirks.

“This is going to be a disaster,” you smile.

You and Carol walk into the kitchen to get food started. Actually, it’s not a bad idea to cook dinner since James could join you when he gets back. You did give him a pretty long list and Tony’s credit card. He might not be back for a while which gives you more time to tell him of your girlfriend,

While you are busy overthinking, Carol gathers the ingredients for something simple: spaghetti. You give her the simple task of boiling the noodles while you start on the meatballs. This is something you often made for you and James whenever he came back from the war.

“Let me help with that,” Carol states.

“You sure you can handle it?”

“I can handle it just fine,” she scoffs playfully and grabs chunks of meat in her hands.

You watch with a smile since it’s clear she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She skipped a few steps and went straight to making the ball.

“Carol, sweetie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“I had a feeling I was,” she laughs. “Show me?”

Instead of doing it for her, you wrap your arms around her waist from behind to tell her what to do. After mixing the breading that is going to be used to coat and hold the meat together, you intertwined your fingers with hers to begin mixing everything together.

“If this is what cooking is, I kind of like it,” she smirks.

“Y/N, I’m home!” James calls out.

You immediately stake a step back away Carol and grab a towel to clean your hands of the meat and other gook. He walks in the kitchen with bags in his hands with most of them resting on his metal arm. He can’t feel how heavy it is, plus, he knows it can hold a lot of weight. T’Challa made sure to make him a sturdy arm.

“Oh, hey Carol.”

“Hi,” she nods.

She catches your eye and motions them to your brother. This is the time to tell him about you two. If you want a thing done right, then do it yourself.

“Look, James, I have something to tell you, and I should have told you when it happened, but I didn’t know how you were going to react. Carol and I are dating. We have been for a few months. I know what you’re going to say. I know you’ve always wanted me with a nice man, but Carol is something special. We just connected in ways I didn’t realize were possible. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you sigh.

“Are you happy?” he asks after a while.

“So happy. She makes me very happy,” you say while looking at her.

A piece of her hair fell in front of her eyes, and you reach over to tuck it behind her ear. She gives you a wide smile when you cup her chin with her thumb.

“Then I’m happy for you.”

“What?” you ask, turning to face him.

“I’m happy for you. It’s not a secret you’ve been smiling more, and now I realize why. You should have told me when it happened, but I’m glad I know now.”

“Thanks, James,” you whispered.

“Do you want to have dinner with us?”

“It’s spaghetti.”

“I’d love to,” James hugs you tightly. “Plus, I need to know if she’s suitable for my baby sister.”

“James!” you whined.

He is only teasing, but you’re glad he knows. There is nothing you can tell him that would make his opinion of you change. He loves you with all his heart and can learn to love the person you do.

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secretlyatargaryen · 4 years

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I promised I’d write about this, and I really do think Tyrion/Lemore is an underrated relationship. And usually when people talk about it they only talk about Tyrion being a fuckboy, and he is, but he’s no worse than the way Jaime treats Brienne through much of ASOS. I think a lot of people use this subplot as merely more evidence for Tyrion’s downward spiral, but what’s really interesting about Lemore is the way she challenges Tyrion when he’s in that dark place of self-loathing and dissociation from others, especially with regards to women.

At the beginning of ADWD, Tyrion is in a place where he is incredibly cynical about love, and no longer interested in the idea of sex, even. He purposefully scares Illyrio’s slave because he wants her to hate him, to see him as disgusting, even though he is not interested in having sex with her. This is framed in stark contrast to the illusion he had previously paid for with sex-workers, in which he wanted to avoid, and feared, “the look” that he describes seeing in reaction to his disability. This is, of course, all linked to his trauma over Tysha, not only the fear of rejection but the sexual trauma of being forced to witness and participate in her rape, which also makes Tyrion a victim of sexual abuse and rape. What Tywin did, essentially, was take a consensual loving experience that Tyrion found comfort in and make it something ugly and disgusting. This makes Tyrion both compelled to re-experience what he had with Tysha by seeking out sex-workers and makes him feel that there is no way he could experience real love. When he learns the truth about Tysha, the coping mechanism of seeking out sex-workers becomes no longer satisfying, and the only thing Tyrion is left with is ugliness and self-blame.

I’d also argue that another major sexual trauma leading up to ADWD is his marriage to Sansa. Tyrion has brief fantasies that he can play a chivalrous romantic when he is married to her, but of course he knows that this isn’t possible. This is, in no way, Sansa’s fault, but being forced into a marriage with her is deeply sexually humiliating. Again, not because she rejected him, but because she is in no position to accept him. Tyrion becomes increasingly withdrawn from relationships, which is shown in his interactions with Sansa and even Shae, who he is less and less satisfied with and more insecure around than ever after his marriage. His sexual shame increases to the point where he can’t bear undressing in front of Sansa, the idealized, innocent maiden. Even the scene where he has sex with Shae among the dragon skulls and afterwards spends several uncomfortable moments searching for his clothes in the dark demonstrates Tyrion’s sexual repression and shame, in contrast to the way Shae treats it as a game.

"Shae . . ." He reached, but she spun and slipped free.

"You have to catch me." Her voice came from his left. "M'lord must have played monsters and maidens when he was little."

"Are you calling me a monster?"

"No more than I'm a maiden." She was behind him, her steps soft against the floor. "You need to catch me all the same."

He did, finally, but only because she let herself be caught. By the time she slipped into his arms, he was flushed and out of breath from stumbling into dragon skulls.

[...]

After, as they lay entwined amongst the dragon skulls, he rested his head against her, inhaling the smooth clean smell of her hair. "We should go back," he said reluctantly. "It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking."

"You should give her dreamwine," Shae said, "like Lady Tanda does with Lollys. A cup before she goes to sleep, and we could fuck in bed beside her without her waking." She giggled. "Maybe we should, some night. Would m'lord like that?" Her hand found his shoulder, and began to knead the muscles there. "Your neck is hard as stone. What troubles you?"

Tyrion could not see his fingers in front of his face, but he ticked his woes off on them all the same. "My wife. My sister. My nephew. My father. The Tyrells." He had to move to his other hand. "Varys. Pycelle. Littlefinger. The Red Viper of Dorne." He had come to his last finger. "The face that stares back out of the water when I wash."

Shae kissed his maimed scarred nose. "A brave face. A kind and good face. I wish I could see it now."

"Better you than me." Tyrion sat. "We have a long day before us, both of us. You shouldn't have blown out that taper. How are we to find our clothing?"

She laughed. "Maybe we'll have to go naked."

And if we're seen, my lord father will hang you.

Sexual shame is a big part of Tyrion’s narrative, something that has been drilled into him by Tywin. Shae’s carefree nature is put into contrast with the limitations and insecurities Tyrion experiences over his disabled body, both with regard to Sansa and Shae, and his insecurity about being seen naked once the sun comes up.

Interestingly, Tyrion’s insecurity about being seen naked is not present in A Game of Thrones, where he pretty casually walks out of his tent on the Green Fork without putting on clothes and pees outside while having a conversation with Bronn. I used to assume this was because he does not feel sexual shame at Bronn seeing him naked, as he is not sexually attracted to Bronn. Or that it’s just one of those things where Martin had not yet established his characters wholly, and just used this moment to show the casual nudity that is part of the “historical” feel he is going for in his novels. But also it could be that Tyrion’s sexual shame has increased from AGOT to ASOS, due to the events that transpire. By ADWD, Tyrion is afraid to take off his clothes to even bathe, and that’s one of our first introductions to Lemore.

I need to bathe. His boy's clothes stank, and so did he. The others bathed in the river, but thus far he had not joined them. Some of the turtles he'd seen in the shallows looked big enough to bite him in half. Bonesnappers, Duck called them. Besides, he did not want Lemore to see him naked.

Tyrion’s insecurity over his body is centered on Lemore, who he is attracted to, and Lemore is also juxtaposed in contrast to Tyrion’s sexual repression, as she bathes in the river every morning, and does not seem to care who watches her. Indeed, she is aware of Tyrion watching her and openly teases him about it.

"Good morrow, Hugor." Septa Lemore had emerged in her white robes, cinched at the waist with a woven belt of seven colors. Her hair flowed loose about her shoulders. "How did you sleep?"

"Fitfully, good lady. I dreamed of you again." A waking dream. He could not sleep, so he had eased a hand between his legs and imagined the septa atop him, breasts bouncing.

"A wicked dream, no doubt. You are a wicked man. Will you pray with me and ask forgiveness for your sins?"

Only if we pray in the fashion of the Summer Isles. "No, but do give the Maiden a long, sweet kiss for me."

Laughing, the septa walked to the prow of the boat. It was her custom to bathe in the river every morning. "Plainly, this boat was not named for you," Tyrion called as she disrobed.

"The Mother and the Father made us in their image, Hugor. We should glory in our bodies, for they are the work of gods."

The gods must have been drunk when they got to me. The dwarf watched Lemore slip into the water. The sight always made him hard. There was something wonderfully wicked about the thought of peeling the septa out of those chaste white robes and spreading her legs. Innocence despoiled, he thought … though Lemore was not near as innocent as she appeared. She had stretch marks on her belly that could only have come from childbirth.

Tyrion’s open about lusting after Lemore, and doesn’t try to hide it, and in fact seems to want Lemore to know it.

Tyrion’s being openly lecherous, in the way that echoes his behavior when he is playing up the way people see him, as the depraved dwarf. But it seems to be a performance that hides his own insecurity and trauma. He openly stares at her as she is bathing but won’t join in himself. The way he feels about her reads like he’s dissociating, especially in the observations he doesn’t say aloud. He seems like he’s trying to gross her out the way he does to the slave at Illyrio’s, but her response is to give as good as she gets, something which Tyrion seems not to expect, and he constantly deflects any positive things she says about him.

Like, she’s totally flirting with him, and he seems completely unaware of it, even while he fantasizes about her topping him.

When Lemore climbed back onto the deck, Tyrion savored the sight of water trickling between her breasts, her smooth skin glowing golden in the morning light. She was past forty, more handsome than pretty, but still easy on the eye. Being randy is the next best thing to being drunk, he decided. It made him feel as if he was still alive. "Did you see the turtle, Hugor?" the septa asked him, wringing water from her hair. "The big ridgeback?”

"I missed the ridgeback." I was watching the naked woman.

"I am sad for you." Lemore slipped her robe over her head. "I know you only rise so early in hopes of seeing turtles."

"I like to watch the sun come up as well." It was like watching a maiden rising naked from her bath. Some might be prettier than others, but every one was full of promise. "The turtles have their charms, I will allow. Nothing delights me so much as the sight of a nice pair of shapely … shells."

Septa Lemore laughed. Like everyone else aboard the Shy Maid, she had her secrets. She was welcome to them. I do not want to know her, I only want to fuck her. She knew it too. As she hung her septa's crystal about her neck, to nestle in the cleft between her breasts, she teased him with a smile.

Good lord, y’all. Tyrion’s silently like “when will this milf sit on my face” and Lemore is like “let’s have a sexually charged conversation about turtles” and Tyrion’s like “I have no idea how to deal with this scenario but I think I like it?”

He also says that he doesn’t want to know her, which...feels like when Tyrion always lies to himself. Again, he’s trying to inhabit the role of the sexually deviant dwarf without getting attached, but does he really not want to know her? Tyrion repeatedly says throughout ADWD that he doesn’t want love from anyone anymore, but that’s the biggest lie of all.

"You have a gift for making men smile," Septa Lemore told Tyrion as he was drying off his toes. "You should thank the Father Above. He gives gifts to all his children."

"He does," he agreed pleasantly. And when I die, please let them bury with me a crossbow, so I can thank the Father Above for his gifts the same way I thanked the father below.

Again he deflects when Lemore compliments him, which is...what Tyrion does in all his relationships. But he does admit that he enjoys spending time with her, and spends a good amount of time trying to figure her out, for someone who says he doesn’t want to know her.

His doublet was divided down the middle; the left side was purple velvet with bronze studs; the right, yellow wool embroidered in green floral patterns. His breeches were similarly split; the right leg was solid green, the left leg striped in red and white. One of Illyrio's chests had been packed with a child's clothing, musty but well made. Septa Lemore had slit each garment apart, then sewn them back together, joining half of this to half of that to fashion a crude motley. Griff had even insisted that Tyrion help with the cutting and sewing. No doubt he meant for it to be humbling, but Tyrion enjoyed the needlework. Lemore was always pleasant company, despite her penchant for scolding him whenever he said something rude about the gods.

And Lemore seems to enjoy Tyrion’s presence, and openly banters with him throughout this section of the book, challenging his nihilism, sexual repression, and self-loathing. She’s also the one who cares for him after he is nearly drowned in the stonemen attack.

He was on the Shy Maid, Tyrion saw, under a scratchy blanket that smelled of vinegar. The Sorrows are behind us. It was just a dream I dreamed as I was drowning. "Why do I stink of vinegar?"

"Lemore has been washing you with it. Some say it helps prevent the greyscale. I am inclined to doubt that, but there was no harm in trying. It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue. Yandry said we ought to throw you back, but the lad forbade it."

[...]

Lemore emerged on deck with the prince in tow. When she saw Tyrion, she rushed across the deck to hug him. "The Mother is merciful. We have prayed for you, Hugor.

"You did, at least. "I won't hold that against you."

I think it scares Tyrion that Lemore cares about him, because he still deeply believes that he is unlovable, and Lemore directly challenges that. But he contradicts his own declaration that he doesn’t want to know her. In fact, he’s intensely interested in knowing who she really is.

Lemore had changed out of her septa's robes into garb more befitting the wife or daughter of a prosperous merchant. Tyrion watched her closely. He had sniffed out the truth beneath the dyed blue hair of Griff and Young Griff easily enough, and Yandry and Ysilla seemed to be no more than they claimed to be, whilst Duck was somewhat less. Lemore, though … Who is she, really? Why is she here? Not for gold, I'd judge. What is this prince to her? Was she ever a true septa?

In short, Lemore is an older, experienced woman who not only seems to care for Tyrion, she is openly sexual and is able to go toe to toe with him both intellectually and sexually. Also, like, there are so many different kinky possibilities here. I need fic of this like, yesterday.

#tyrion lannister #septa lemore #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #tyrion x lemore

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indigosandviolets · 4 years

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Lucky Son of a Bitch

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x OC x George Luz

Word Count: 2068

Summary: Andrew Marin has a nightmare. Joseph Liebgott helps. Tea spilt. George Luz, Andrew and Liebgott all make discoveries. Someone’s a lucky bastard.

TW: F slur, period typical homophobia

Thanks to @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz for the BoB script again! Every time I need to do some fact checking, I go to the script first!

Part Two of We Happy Few

Aldborne, England

Andrew’s breath caught in his throat as he lurched awake in his cot. He looked around frantically, trying to find the source of him being woken up. It revealed itself to be Joseph Liebgott, with his hands pulled away from Andrew.

“Shit, Lieb,” Andrew said, rubbing his eyes. “Don’t scare me like that. I was havin’ a damn nightmare.”

“I could tell,” Liebgott replied. “You looked like you were having a damn seizure.”

Andrew sighed. “It fuckin’ felt like it.”

“What was it about?”

“Sobel,” Andrew said, cracking a smile. “I had a nightmare over Sobel.” It’s funny.

“Why in God’s name would you have a nightmare over Captain Herbert Sobel?”

“So, we’re all up in the planes, it’s you and me and Luz and Guarnere and Spiers and Sobel in this plane, and instead of Winters being in front ‘cause he’s CO, it’s me in front.”

“The guy with the lowest rank?”

“Low blow, Lieb.”

“It’s higher than Webster.”

“Anyway, I’m one, and Sobel’s two. He fucks up. He says I’m ready when I’m not. The light goes green, and instead of me being able to jump out, he pushes me out. Bombs are goin’ off and this guy fuckin’ pushes me out of the damn plane. My chute doesn’t deploy properly, so I’m just falling, and falling, and falling, and I just don’t stop. But then...splat. I hit the ground. Flat. I can’t see anything and my chute is all tangled up around me and I can’t see a damn thing. All I can here is Sobel yelling at me ‘sick men do not make paratroopers’ over and over again while I lie there because I can’t get up or see a damn thing.”

Liebgott pats Andrew on the back. “It’s just nerves. You’re gonna be fine, Drew. Plus, Sobel’s still on training duty way back in Toccoa. You ain’t got shit to worry about.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…” Andrew couldn’t think of the words. It would be so easy to tell Lieb the real reason why he was so damn nervous if it didn’t put both of their lives at stake, so he just decided to keep his mouth shut and come up with a bullshit excuse. “Bad nerves kinda run in the family. My mother worried, my father worried, my brother worries, everyone worries in my family.”

Liebgott, instead of telling Andrew the usual response of ‘get over it’ (a response he heard too damn often from other men), pulled the smaller man up and out of the cot. Andrew stumbled a bit, but Liebgott held tight with one hand on his shoulder and the other hand in Andrews. It was almost like a slow dance.

“What are you doing?”

“Get your boots on,” Liebgott says, letting go of Andrew when he knows the younger man is steady.

“What’re we doing?”

“We’re gonna go for a walk and a smoke.”

A walk and smoke in Upottery mean that you’ve got nowhere else to go and you want to be alone. Andrew frequently went for walks and smokes, sometimes with Liebgott, sometimes with Luz, but mostly by himself.

As the cigarette smoke entered his nostrils, Andrew let out the drag and sighed. “What do you want to talk about, Lieb?”

“I wanna ask you something, Drew.”

“Go for it.”

“Say, well, I’ve got this dream after the war.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wanna go back to San Francisco, get my job back with the cab company, maybe become a barber, I don’t know. Get a nice house and marry a pretty Jewish girl and get a bunch of little Liebgotts running around, right?”

“Yeah?”

“That sounds like every guy’s dream after the war, right?”

“Yep.”

“What if that plan changes, Drew?”

“It’s your life, Lieb,” Andrew tells him. “I don’t see why it would matter, it’s what you want to do.”

“What if… there’s certain circumstances around it.”

“Like you don’t make it out of the war?”

“Other than that one.”

“The woman you’re in love with rejects you?”

“No, no, not that.”

“Well, then like what?”

“I’ve - I think I-”

Before Liebgott could tell Andrew another word, the man himself, Wild Bill Guarnere made himself present and known to the pair.

“Marin!” The Italian called out as he walked over. “Hey, can I bum a smoke?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Andrew said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of Lucky Strikes and handing it to Guarnere.

“What the hell you two fags talkin’ ‘bout anyway?”

Fags. Fags. It was noticeable. Fuck. “What we’re gonna do after the war,” Andrew said, swallowing thickly.

“Ah, nice,” Guarnere said, lighting up his cigarette and handing the pack back to Andrew. “I think I’m gonna marry this girl Ruth.”

“Who’s she?” Liebgott asks. “You’ve never mentioned having a girlfriend before.”

“Met her in a bar when we were back in New York, the night before we shipped off,” Guarnere informs them. “She’s beautiful, smart, and a good fuck.”

“So you’re gonna marry a girl who you’re gonna forget in six months?” Andrew asks, laughing.

“Alright, Mr. No-Sex-Before-Marriage, what are you gonna do after the war?”

Andrew paused for a moment. “I think… I think I’m gonna go back to school. I wanted to go for museology before the war, but I was working so I could save up enough money to go,” he tells them. “It’d be interesting, working with all those artifacts, y’ know? Holding pieces of history.”

“So, no women for your foreseeable future?” Guarnere asks.

No women in general, Andrew thinks. Instead, he says, “No, not yet.”

It hurt. It really hurt not being able to tell the truth, but he had to lie. He couldn’t risk anything. Not now. Not when they were so close to everything.

As more men were waking up, Guarnere finally wandered off, leaving Liebgott and Andrew alone again. The air had gone stiff, but without Guarnere, it eased. It felt like they were both playing a role when they were around Guarnere, but now that he was gone, it was over. They could breathe.

“What were we talking about before?” Andrew asked, turning to Liebgott. He dropped his cigarette, stamping it out with his boot. “It sounded pretty important.”

Liebgott shrugged. “I forget.”

“Oh, c’mon. Lieb,” Andrew said. “Don’t give me that.”

“If I remember, I’ll tell you, how about that?”

“Alright.”

Andrew knew that there was something more, that there was something there. Liebgott wouldn’t have woken him up if he was just gonna forget what he was gonna say. That’s just not how Liebgott works. He had to be hiding something, but Andrew knew he shouldn’t pry, so he kept his mouth shut.

Mr.No-Sex-Before-Marriage, Andrew thought. I better be able to shake that off.

Andrew was back to his book. It wasn’t often that the men got downtime during the day, but it was rainy and cold and the movie hadn’t started up yet, so he figured why not? It wasn’t like anyone was gonna stop him from enjoying the peace and quiet of his cot.

Unless that ‘anyone’ happened to be George Luz.

“Private Marin!” Luz said in his Horton voice. “Why in God’s name are you alone when you could be spending time with your best friend, Private Luz?”

Andrew laughed, looking up from his book. “Oh, knock it off, Luz. Don’t use that voice with me, I’m not gullible like Sobel.”

“I know, I know, but it’s fun! I bet if you could do it, you’d do it all the time,” Luz says, walking over to his cot. “Why are you all alone anyway? The movie’s about to start.”

“Wanted to catch up on my book,” Andrew says, handing it over to Luz, who was now sitting on Andrew’s cot. “I was too tired last night to pick it up, and I really wanted to finish the chapter I was on. I knew I had a few minutes to spare before it started anyway.”

“All Quiet on the Western Front,” Luz reads out, holding up the book. “Isn’t this the one about the Great War?”

“Yeah,” Andrew replies. “My uncle was in it, and I figured since I’m named after the guy, I might as well read it, y’ know?”

“I’ve never heard you talk about anyone other than your brother.”

“I,” Andrew starts, his mouth suddenly dry. “My parents aren’t exactly happy with me.”

“About becoming a paratrooper?”

Andrew shook his head. “No, no, it’s not that.”

Luz’s eyes were soft, trusting, respecting, understanding. Andrew could tell Luz, right? He knew he could.

“Is it what I think it is?” Luz asks in a quiet voice. He knows.

“Well, what do you think it is?”

“Depends,” Luz says, “Can I do something?” He knows, Andrew.

Andrew takes in a deep breath and nods.

Luz moves his hand up, placing it on Andrew’s cheek. He cups it and pulls him in. It’s perfect. It’s sweet. It’s a beautiful moment. The kiss is soft, it’s loving and calm and steady. It’s George Luz.

Andrew pulls away first. Luz has that loopy, silly lopsided grin on his face. The signature one. Andrew loved that grin. “Yeah, it’s that.” No, there’s more to it, damnit.

Luz looked down and checked his watch. “Movie’s about to start.”

“You sure you wanna go?”

“Not at all, but I don’t think either of us wants to get court-martialed.”

“Since when have you cared about getting court-martialed?”

“Since I learned that I could do this.”

Another kiss. It’s more passionate this time, less timid. No one's gonna catch them. Not now, they’re all getting ready for the movie to start.

Luz pulls away first this time. “C’mon, we gotta go before Guanere and Toye get all the popcorn.”

“Alright, fine,” Andrew says. “But first-”

Andrew couldn’t help himself and Luz sure as hell wanted another one, so the third kiss was deeper, more loving, more...everything. They both knew it was illegal and if they got caught they’d be sent straight home and publicly shamed and humiliated, but damn, if they didn’t care.

Andrew pulls away. “Alright, let’s go catch that movie.”

It’s Liebgott who pulls Andrew out of the movie. He and Luz sat away from each other so that there wouldn’t be any suspicions, so it was only easier for Liebgott to pick him out of the crowd.

“You remember what you were gonna ask me?” Andrew asks.

Liebgott smiles. “I never forgot.”

“So, you lied to me, is what I’m hearing.”

“Not lying, per se, I just avoided the truth.”

“Ah,” Andrew says with a smile. “How delightful.” It was always fun to add sarcasm on top of Liebgott’s sass.

“It is actually, uh, really important,” Liebgott says looking around to make sure that no one was watching or listening. There were a few MPs across the way, so Liebgott pulled Andrew around the corner of where the movie was being shown.

“Lieb, what the hell are you-”

Andrew was cut off by a quick kiss. He froze up for a moment before returning it. It tasted like chocolate and cigarettes, it was chaste but firm and welcoming, it had that tinge of attitude that just made it Joseph Liebgott.

When Liebgott pulled away, Andrew looked up at him, concerned. It was nice, he had to admit, but this was much bigger for Liebgott than either of them would have anticipated.

Andrew opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn’t begin to even comprehend what Liebgott must’ve been going through. Sure, this went against Andrew’s family’s beliefs, but this went against Liebgott’s entire faith.

Words couldn’t fill that gap, so Andrew and Liebgott went in for another. This time Andrew was able to feel the little cuts on Liebgott’s chapped lips, his calloused hands running against the back of his neck. The tobacco flavor was back, cutting through the saltiness of the popcorn that lingered. It was passionate, hungry, like neither of them could get enough of each other. Andrew’s pretty sure he let out a soft sound, no, no, he’s very sure he did.

“Fuck, Andrew, I…” Liebgott says, pulling away. “I think I’m a fag, Drew.”

“You think?”

“No, no, I know.”

“I figured.”

“You cheeky little bitch.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

Two men kissed before Jump Day, Andrew thought. Damn, you’re a lucky son of a bitch.

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walkerismychoice · 5 years

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Stripped Bare - Chapter 12 (Bryce X MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: It’s the day of the bachelor and bachelorette parties. How will Bryce react to Charlie being around strippers that aren’t him?

Rating: Mature/18+ (Again nothing explicit, but there is stripping in this one and lots of alcohol consumption)

Word Count: 3457

"My hair is going to be down, so I want everyone else’s hair up," Katelyn dictates to the stylists. "I'm thinking a lower chignon for all of them, but I don’t want them to be too matchy-matchy, so make them a little unique.”

The stylists get to work as Katelyn floats around from chair to chair micromanaging. Katelyn apparently doesn’t trust an unknown stylist for her own hair and is flying in her hair stylist from back home the day before the wedding.

Kyra leans over towards Charlie when Katelyn moves to the other side of the salon to supervise the Sarahs. “Only Katelyn would make her bridesmaids get pre-approval on their hair like this. What a waste of time.”

“Seriously. But at least we have wine!” Charlie holds up her glass, and Kyra clinks hers against it.

Charlie’s stylist works with her natural curls, pulling it back and adding in floral hair piece. Much to Charlie’s surprise, Katelyn approves of it without any revisions, but the same cannot be said for the rest of the girls. After multiple reference pictures are taking, Charlie gets tired of waiting in the salon and goes and sits on a bench outside.

As she takes in the sights and sounds around her, she hears her phone buzz in her purse, pulling it out to see a series of texts in her group chat with Aurora, Sienna, and Jackie.

Sienna: Hello???? We haven't heard from you in days!

Jackie: What Sienna really wants to ask is, have you banged Bryce yet?

Sienna: Jackie!

Aurora: Come on Sienna. You're the one who bet she'd give it up by night two

Charlie: OMG you guys are the worst! No, I am not sleeping with Bryce

Jackie: At least it got you to talk to us finally. So you mean to tell me you've been spending 24/7 with the hottest guy we've ever met and you haven't hit that yet? What a waste. If that were me...

Charlie: Ugh, I'm putting my phone away now

Sienna: Wait!

Sienna: For real though, how are things going?

Charlie starts to type the truth, how she's fallen hard and thinks there's a chance he might feel the same, but then she erases it. If she puts it all out there to her friends, it means she's admitting it to herself as well, and she's still not ready for that.

Charlie: Katelyn is as awful as ever, but Bryce has been a model fake boyfriend. I'm not sure I'd be staying sane without him

Sienna: ❤

Jackie: Oh, you so want him! You better tell us when you finally hook up

Aurora: Yes, please do so these two can finally shut up about it

Charlie: Probably not happening

Sienna: But you're saying there's a chance!

Charlie: SMH. Talk to you guys later

~~~

The girls go straight to lunch from the salon. Charlie checks her phone during a lull in the conversation and sees a text from Bryce.

Bryce: How's it going? Are you missing me terribly yet?

Charlie rolls her eyes but she can't help but smile.

Charlie: Seems you are the one who can't go more than two hours without texting me. Who is missing who here?

Bryce: What can I say? I'm getting used to having you around. What are you doing?

Charlie: Eating lunch. You?

Bryce: I grabbed some lunch on the way back from the gym. Now I'm going to get in the shower.

Charlie: I see

Bryce: Picturing me naked now, aren't you? I can give you a little visual to go with that if you want

Charlie has no idea what he means by that and she’s both curious and afraid to find out. She tries to think up a witty reply to reject his offer, but it’s too late because a photo is already coming through. She glances around the table and shields her phone just in case, and when it fully loads she’s glad she did. The picture is of Bryce taking a selfie in the bathroom mirror, positioned just right that if the bottom of the mirror was any lower, she’d be getting an explicit view. The room suddenly feels about twenty degrees warmer and she fumbles to type her response.

Charlie: OMG Bryce! I’m in public you know

Bryce: That’s why I didn’t show you the rest 😉

Charlie: Very funny. I think I'll be getting my fair share of naked men tonight

Bryce: Hey! You don't need them when you have me

Charlie: Sorry, gotta go! TTYL

Charlie laughs to herself as she decides to put her phone away. She's starting to get looks for being on her phone so much, but she also likes having the upper hand with Bryce for once. She'd figured it was no coincidence Bryce kissed her the way that he did right after finding out there would be strippers at the bachelorette party, and his texts seem to confirm he's at least a little bit jealous. She thinks it's funny he's worried at all about them, but then again, look where she is with the last stripper she met.

They finish up lunch and Kyra and Charlie get a drink together at the bar before getting ready for the party. Charlie makes a point not to check her phone until she gets back to the suite, making herself comfortable on the bed before scrolling through his messages.

Bryce: You're killing me Charlie

Bryce: How about this

Bryce: You can skip any amateur league lap dances or whatever, and I'll give you one when you get back. Since you've already had the best, I'd hate for you to be disappointed by someone else's sub-par performance

Bryce: Deal?

Bryce: I'm headed out on the fishing boat now, so I might not be very available for the rest of the evening. Just be safe and have fun

Charlie is glad she’s alone because she’s probably got the stupidest grin on her face right now. Of course he uses his cocky front to pretend like he’d be doing her a service, but when she reads between the lines, she can’t deny any more that he’s into her. She’s still terrified of what it all means, but she just might be ready to take a risk and find out.

~~~

“Damn, Charlie. You look hot!” Kyra compliments Charlie and her sweetheart neckline little black dress as she boards the party yacht. Katelyn gave strict instructions that all the bridesmaids were to wear black cocktail dresses, so she could stand out in white. At least they didn't have to wear any tacky "bride squad" t-shirts or penis paraphernalia.

“Thanks, you too! You’ve got legs for days!” Charlie remarks regarding Kyra’s short halter dress, and they both giggle.

"So what do you think of this boat? Pretty swanky, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess one good thing about Katelyn's desire to flaunt the family wealth is that we all get to benefit."

Kyra scoffs. "Must be nice to be on the rich side of the family."

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," Charlie apologizes. "My privileged asshole side is showing."

"Nah, you're good." Kyra claps her on the back. "For growing up like you did, you are surprisingly down to earth and relatively normal."

"And as painfully awkward and insecure as the best of them."

"Aww." Kyra pinches her playfully on the cheek. "That's what makes you so lovable. But not that insecurity crap. You are awesome and you should own it.”

Charlie sighs. “That’s the kind of thing Bryce keeps saying to me. Always telling me how amazing I am. It’s nauseating really.”

“Oh stop. If you don’t appreciate that man I will gladly take him off your hands.”

Charlie laughs. “No I’m good. I think I’ll keep him for awhile.” It comes out of her mouth so naturally, like she finally believes it’s a legit possibility rather than a hopeless fantasy.

"So, should we grab a drink?” Kyra shifts her eyes to the bar.

Charlie holds her arm out, as if to escort Kyra. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The boat soon fills up with the remainder of the party guests - the Sarahs, Stephanie, Landry’s other groomsmen’s significant others, and a handful Katelyn's other friends that have just arrived in Jamaica for the wedding. They aren’t all bad, but Kyra and Charlie mainly stick together. As they move from cocktails through dinner, the guests are getting increasingly tipsy, and Stephanie appears to be rethinking her decision to be trapped at sea with a bunch of drunk women.

Charlie heads to the bathroom for a timeout from the noise and the crowd as they head to port to pick up the strippers. She’s proud of how well she’s pacing herself as she’s still determined not to get as drunk as that first night ever again. There’s still no new texts from Bryce on her phone, but then again she never did text him back. She scrolls up to his bathroom selfie to study it again and just looking at it makes her think unspeakable things. The tease is almost better than seeing the whole thing.

Feeling a little brave with a couple of drinks in her, Charlie decides to send a selfie back. She fixes her hair in the mirror and straightens her dress. She’s got a decent amount of cleavage and her push-up bra is doing a fabulous job, but a little more wouldn’t hurt, so she adjusts her cups just so and snaps a picture, sending it off the caption, ‘hope you are having fun!’ Within seconds she can see Bryce is replying back.

Bryce: Woah. What are you doing wearing a dress like that when I’m not there to see you in it?

Charlie: There’s always later...

Bryce: I’m ready to go back to the room now if you are

Is he serious? It's tempting, but for a multitude of reasons, she can’t take him up on that offer even if he means it.

Charlie: But I can’t miss the strippers!

Bryce: You know I can take care of that for you

Charlie: But how do I know you are the best if I have nothing else to compare to?

Bryce: What am I going to do with you?

Charlie: Maybe later you can show me

What's gotten into her? Just yesterday she could hardly look at Bryce without blushing and now she's sending him suggestive text messages.

Bryce: Oh, you bet I will

Well now she's blushing. Charlie splashes some cool water on her face and composes herself, rejoining the group just as the boat pulls up to the dock.

A short time later, two men dressed as law enforcement officers enter the boat. Charlie knows exactly what's going on, but with all the alcohol that's been collectively consumed, it causes a commotion. Charlie and Kyra sit back and laugh as everyone tries to figure out what's going on.

“Oh my god. They are all dumbasses.” Kyra rolls her eyes. “We stopped specifically to pick up the strippers.”

Charlie shakes her head. “This might be more entertaining than the actual show.”

“Ladies, we have a problem here.” The tall one with a Jamaican accent starts as the other shorter one with sandy blond hair pulls something out of his duffel bag. “You’ve started the party without us!”

Suddenly "Get Ur Freak On” starts blasting out of a small portable speaker and the two men tear away their shirts in unison. Once the initial confusion wears off, the drunk women start cheering. The strippers make their way to the makeshift stage area, while the party guests find seats in the chairs that were previously set up around it. Charlie and Kyra sit off as far as possible to the side to avoid being directly in the action.

“Well they aren’t bad-looking at least,” Kyra assesses from afar.

But they aren’t Bryce either. “They’re okay. Neither is really my type though.”

“Well when you have someone as perfect as Bryce, it’s hard to compare. I bet he’d make one hell of a good stripper.” Charlie shoots Kyra a look that in her mind conveys the terror of hitting too close to his secret being out, but Kyra must perceive it as something else. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t thirst after your boyfriend like that, but I’ve seen the way he can move.”

Charlie laughs nervously. “I’ll suggest it as a backup career if the whole surgeon thing falls through.” She breathes a side of relief that Kyra doesn’t really know his secret, but talking about him makes her think to check her phone again, and sure enough there’s another text from Bryce.

Bryce: Help! Bob is trying to make me keep up with him, and dude is like a professional drinker

Charlie: I doubt he’s forcing drinks down your throat. You can pace yourself

Charlie: Anyway, gotta go. Strippers are here! Charlie takes a quick picture of the shirtless dancers, still with police hats on, and sends it to Bryce before stashing her phone away.

The strippers, or Clive and Dan as they have introduced themselves, continue on to do their stripper thing, getting down to their very tiny underwear with ass cheeks bared. Charlie’s time in the strip club two weeks ago was more than enough exotic dancing for her to see in person for one lifetime, but she is enjoying watching the other women act like fools. In fact, Katelyn seems far more interested in these men than she ever has in Landry, but that’s not surprising. She always figured Katelyn would go for the first available man who could put up with her. Katelyn completed her undergraduate, but her real goal was the Mrs. degree.

Dan comes over towards Charlie with a massage oil slicked chest and encourages her to rub her hands on him to which she politely declines. However, Kyra has no problem jumping right in, and Charlie gives her the side-eye as soon as he moves on.

“What? Just because this is cheesy as hell doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with it. So far the only man I have touched in any way, shape or form on this trip is Bob.” Kyra shudders. “You have Bryce’s abs. Let me have these.”

Charlie chuckles. “You’re right. Feel all the abs. No more judgement from me.”

The men alternate taking paying customers back to the captain’s quarters for brief, private lap dances, and when Kyra is approached by Dan, she takes him up on it. Charlie uses it as an excuse to step outside and check in with Bryce.

Bryce: Dude, cop outfits? That is laaaaaaaame

Charlie: Says the man who dresses up as a surgeon

Roughly two minutes later, Bryce replies back

Bryce: But theirs is fake

Charlie: And yours isn’t?

Bryce: Ive hadd lots to drunk. Bobby can be persusave

Charlie: I can see that. Don’t drink too much more. I don’t think I could carry you home.

Bryce: Don’t worry I fiiine. And rememembre Im the only stripper who gets to give you a lapdance.

Charlie: We’ll see about that

Charlie leaves it at that and heads back inside. What she means is that given the state he seems to be in, she doubts he’ll be in any condition for anything but but bed when they get back. If he interprets it as her teasing that she might get a lap dance from one of these guys, she’s okay with that. He didn’t heed her advice to slow down on the booze, so he shouldn’t expect her to follow his direction either.

The strip show winds down after Katelyn gets a very lengthy private lapdance with Clive that raises some eyebrows, and not long after the boat pulls into the dock where the women are meeting up with Landry’s party.

“Woah!” Charlie struggles to maintain her balance with her first couple steps. “I haven’t had that much to drink. I guess sea legs are a real thing.”

“Somehow its easier to be tipsy and walk in heels on a yacht than it is to walk on solid ground right now,” Kyra observes. “Oh look, the guys are already here.” She nods towards the shoreline where most of the men don’t look in any better shape than the women.

Despite the fact that most everyone could stand to go home and go to bed immediately, the majority decide to hit up more clubs downtown.

“I think Bryce, and I are just going to head back,” Charlie tells Kyra.

“Oh, yes.” Bryce agrees. “I’ve been waiting all night to get this one to myself.” He grabs Charlie and gives her a big, sloppy drunk kiss.

Kyra laughs. “Have fun with that.”

“Are you sure you are good if I leave?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, I’ll stick with the group. Plus Dan said he’d make sure I got back safely.” Kyra motions towards the now dressed in normal street clothes dancer.

In the past Charlie would have been concerned about her friend going home with a stripper she’d just met, but now she’d be quite the hypocrite to raise objection. “I’m sure he will,” Charlie winks at Kyra and decides she’s been spending entirely too much time with Bryce.

Charlie guides Bryce on the short walk to the resort, and he wastes no time questioning her about her evening.

“Didn’t you see my last texts?”

“Oh, did you send me some more?” Charlie plays coy. She did briefly glance at his series of replies saying he hoped she was joking and worrying about why she wasn’t texting him back. She wants to mess with him some more, but now that he’s there in front of her she doesn’t have the heart. “Don’t worry, I saved my lap just for you.”

Bryce perks up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You know I really did miss you tonight.” Bryce puts his arm around Charlie but stumbles and almost brings them both to the ground. “Oops, sorry.”

“Let’s just focus on getting back to the room without incident.”

They step inside the building and make it up to the room. Charlie isn’t sure what Bryce still has planned, but she knows nothing but sleep is happening for him tonight. Charlie guides Bryce to the bedroom and sits down on the bed to take off her heels.

Bryce walks up in front of Charlie and starts playing with the first button on his shirt. “Are you ready for your show?” He works at the button but doesn’t even seem to have the coordination to get it undone.

“Maybe I should help you.” Charlie stands up and moves his hands to the side, easily popping the top button.

“I like where this is going buuut this isn’t how strippers work, silly.”

Charlie laughs under her breath. “I know but this shirt’s a little tricky for you right now. I’ll just undo the buttons.”

“Okay.” Bryce leans in close and sniffs her hair. “You smell so good Charlie. I just want to eat you.”

Bryce is wasted and as much as Charlie would typically be annoyed at this type of behavior, it’s the first time Bryce has let himself give up any sort of control around her. He’s actually kind of adorable when he’s drunk and she still owes him for taking care of her on that first night anyway.

Charlie slides the shirt over his shoulders and tosses it on the back of the armchair in the room. “I’m going to go change in the bathroom and let you finish up out here.

“Wait!” Bryce grabs her by the shoulders and sits her back down on the bed. “The show is not over yet. Bryce hastily peels off his undershirt with no finesse whatsoever and then unbuttons his jeans. He drops them down and when he tries to kick them off his feet, he goes tumbling to his hands and knees.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie untangles the pants and helps him to the bed.

“Maybe you were right. This was not my best performance. I owe you an IOU. Wait, does that sound right?” Bryce scratches his head.

Charlie shakes her head. “Just get comfortable and I’ll get you some water so you aren’t hating life in the morning.”

Bryce chugs down one glass and then another before lying back, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Charlie, you are the best. We should be together...for reeeaal. We’re both so pretty and we can be sucs- sussess- good doctors together.”

Charlie covers him with a sheet and tries to refrain from bursting out laughing because he’s clearly talking nonsense right now. “Goodnight, Bryce,” she whispers softly, but is only answered back by the sound of his snores.

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toreii · 5 years

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Audacious || Mitsuhide Akechi

Somehow in my exhaustion, I found the inspiration to continue this one-shot. I had kind of given up on this ficlet because my ideas were not working. Thankfully, I didn’t delete this and I managed to save it! A little time and patience works a long way. I hope you guys enjoy it!

You didn’t consider yourself bold or daring, and yet you found yourself often doing things that surprised people. You would hear others describe you as an initiative person, a fearless leader, and always on the move. Truth be told, you hated waiting. You detested the thought of not knowing what to expect and wondering how things would unfold. You liked to take charge simply because you liked being in control of yourself and your environment. However, none of that was happening, and you found yourself playing a peddler’s wife far away from Azuchi in a rural town with Mitsuhide Akechi.

“Why couldn’t I be your sister?” You ask for the tenth time.

And for the tenth time, Mitsuhide replied, “Lord Nobunaga instructed I keep a close eye on you.”

“As your wife?” You questioned, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“This man we’re seeing has a penchant for young women. If you’d like to join his harem of concubines, by all means, go right ahead. I’ll be certain to give my darling sister my full blessings.”

“As long as he can maintain me, I do not ask for much,” you reply, hefting a weighted pack along your back.

Mitsuhide smirked. “Unsatisfied by your living arrangements in Azuchi?”

You waved him off. “I merely jest. I could never betray Nobunaga despite his penchant for me. If I am of use to him, then so be it. I will be the best spy in all of Azuchi!”

You gave Mitsuhide a thumbs up as you winked and stuck your tongue out. He grinned finding not only your response, but your posture silly. Still, there was a stir in his chest. His gaze softened as you turned your back to him. You were dressed in shabby clothes, your hair pulled into a bun and secured with a periwinkle cloth. You had traded your zōri for simple straw waraji which threatened to rip at any given moment. Mitsuhide had expected to hear you complain at the choice of outfit he had picked for you. Instead, you nagged at him for making you his pretend wife. You were positively adorable as you pouted at him each and every time you asked why he had made you his wife.

“Are you coming?” You asked, shooting him another annoyed pout.

He grinned. “I do hope you know the way.”

“To the daimyo’s house? Easy. It’s the richest house in town.”

Mitsuhide nodded. “I see. Tell me, little seamstress, which house would that be?”

You paused glancing around at your surroundings. Every dwelling and establishment seemed to be made out of the same building materials. You could try narrowing it down, but finding the answer would still prove a bit difficult seeing as it was your first time in town. You would need to divulge some information first from the townsfolk, and hopefully derive some leads to the lord’s home.

“It’s gotta be one of these,” You answered. “If we ask nicely, someone is bound to tell us.”

Mitsuhide chuckled. “If only people were as honest as you are, [Name].”

“A little kindness goes a long way. You should try it sometime, Mitsuhide.”

“It often backfires. There’s no harm in being ruthless either.”

You purse your lips as you glanced up in thought. “I can’t see myself being like that.”

And, I wouldn’t want you to be, [Name], Mitsuhide thought, as the smile gracing his lips vanished.

He wished to keep her safe, preserving that radiant smile of hers at all times, and away from everything that could harm her. Truth be told, Mitsuhide did not want [Name] involved in his business at all. The circumstances did not turn out that way, and he found himself bringing the chatelaine along. He hated the fact that he would expose her to possible danger, but he reminded himself that he would be with her every step of the way watching closely. Mitsuhide walked up to [Name] placing his hands on her shoulders. She tensed under his touch glancing up to meet his gaze with a puzzled expression on her face. Her delicate eyebrows arched and her lips parted ever so slightly. His fingers curled gripping her shoulders a tad tighter. Part of him didn’t want to let go, and yet he pushed her out into the busy street as he remained in the shadows of the alley they had secluded themselves in.

“Mitsuhide?” [Name] called.

“Enough chit-chat. Time to get to work,” he stated.

A chill ran down your spine as a sudden realization dawned on you. Mitsuhide was still dressed in his usual attire. You were not. Surely, this man wouldn’t leave you to your own devices...right? You were afraid to ask, but you needed to hear the answer come from him.

“What about you?”

He smiled devilishly, his golden eyes seemingly glowing with delight. Mitsuhide took a step back and you felt your heart stop. No, he was not going to—!

“Do not fret, my little mouse. I shall be watching.”

And as if summoned by some magical force, a wave of people flooded the street. He was gone in a flash lost to the darkness that had enveloped him. You looked around taking note of the stalls and businesses open for the day. You felt a shove from behind causing you to stumble forward a bit. You heard a mumbled apology as the person moved around you. You clutched at your fake pack feeling lost in this crowd.

Gather information, you thought jolting the reminder in your head. You scowled remembering Mitsuhide’s visage. That ass is gonna pay for this!

You spent your morning going from place to place within town hearing various conversations. From the quality of products coming in, to food reviews, and even outside skirmishes that had nothing to do with the task at hand, you listened to everything with intent. Yet, nothing stood out to you. Why Mitsuhide had brought you along was beyond your imagination. You plopped down on a bench outside a teahouse as you set your pack down, and felt the immediate relief across your back.

“Here you are.”

A cheerful, feminine voice spoke out from beside you. You glanced at the young woman who set a plate of dumplings and a steaming cup of tea beside you.

“I haven’t ordered yet—”

“Compliments of our lord.”

She walked away leaving you puzzled by her words. You looked inside the tea house meeting the gaze of an older man. He looked to be middle aged with graying hair, and rugged looks. He shot you a smile which made your stomach knot. Something about this man sent shivers down your spine. You looked away feeling dread consume you. Suddenly, you no longer felt thirsty as your instinct told you to leave. You grabbed your things and started down the road.

Please, please, please, you chanted internally, hoping not to hear footsteps following you.

Amidst the crunching of gravel, your stomach knotted with fright. You heard a few men snicker behind you which only made you pick up your pace. Unfortunately for you, the men quickly had you surrounded. You stumbled back only to feel the sharp press of steel against your back. You eased away from the pointed edge of the man’s sword as you curled in your arms to protect yourself.

“I’m sorry. There seems to be some misunderstanding,” you began nervously.

“None whatsoever,” the lord from the teahouse spoke. “You’re a pretty new face.”

Oh, dear god, no. It’s the guy Mitsuhide told me about, you realized.

“I respect your rejection of my invite at the teahouse. However, every person that does business in my territory needs to pay a fee.”

You blinked. “A fee?”

“Oh, yes. How else am I supposed to collect tax? These lands don’t support themselves,” the lord continued, waving his arm to indicate their surroundings figuratively.

Your posture eased as you arched an eyebrow. “Wait a sec. We’re still in Nobunaga-sama’s province. From my understanding, there shouldn’t be any tax collection in place at all. Everyone is free to do commerce without having to pay.”

The lord’s sleazy grin vanished, replaced with an angry scowl as his face turned red and blotchy. “To hell with that demon’s laws! These are still my lands! I rule them how I want, and there’s not a thing anyone can do about it!”

You balled your fists feeling a surge of indignation. “How can you say that!? You’re robbing your people of their hard labor profiting from them to keep your territory afloat? That money you take from them should be going back to your people!”

“Do you not think that’s what I do?!”

“No!” You shouted. “You don’t! You use it to pilfer from your own domain and spend it on lavishes and trying to bed any woman that comes your way! And now that I look at it—” Your eyes took in the sight of the men that accompanied the lord. They were not samurai at all. You knew by their looks alone they were from a different class. “You used that money to hire ronin, didn’t you?”

“What if I did? I need an army!” The lord shouted as he took an angry step towards you.

You froze. “An army?” You questioned.

“Hah! I shouldn’t have to explain myself to a common woman. You either pay or I will take you on the spot!”

You gripped your pack, ready to start swinging it as a weapon if you needed to. Sure, you were outnumbered six to one, but you sure weren’t not going to go down without a fight. At the lord’s indication, the men brandished their swords against you. Each of them grinned sickeningly at you as their master approached closer. You had no choice, but to fight back. You hated to think this would be the last time you’d live. The thought was close to forming, however, you lamented not seeing him for the last time.

Mitsuhide…!

A thunderous crack echoed throughout the area. A split second later, one of the ronin fell on the ground. Time stood still as everyone stopped moving. You were certain all of you were staring at the fallen ronin dead from a shot to the forehead. Your stomach sank and as reality finally sunk, the men around you screamed in terror. You looked past them to see the smoking barrel of Mitsuhide’s rifle pointed back at them. You didn’t think twice. You bolted from the group crossing the open space as fast as possible.

Your straw sandals threatened to rip making it hard to keep your footing. Yet, you willed them to hold. You ended up stumbling past Mitsuhide as you came to a sloppy stop. Your knees buckled as you fell hard unto the ground.

“You! Who are you!?” You heard the lord scream.

“Who I am is the least of your worries,” Mitsuhide answered, keeping his rifle trained on the man. “Paying you a personal visit proved to be unnecessary, after all.”

“What?”

“I have you to thank, [Name]. I knew you’d prove to be most useful,” Mitsuhide continued.

“You mean… You knew this would happen?” You asked breathlessly.

Mitsuhide smirked. “Truth be told, I had already been investigating this man months prior. I only needed to confirm a few suspicions.”

You got back on your feet as the truth of his words hit you full force. “So then, Mitsuhide… You!”

“We’ll settle it later, [Name]. This matter needs to be resolved first.”

“Hmph!” You crossed your arms, pouting once again as you turned away from him. The nerve of this man! He blatantly used you! He obviously never needed your help.

He made me his bait! You internally screamed.

“What are you lot waiting for!? Get him! Get him! And bring me that woman while you’re at it!” The lord shouted.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Mitsuhide advised.

“Why not?”

Mitsuhide raised a hand and at his command, his army emerge from the shadows of the forest. The lord and his men were completely surrounded with more than a dozen rifles pointed at them. The ronin quickly dropped their swords and fell to their knees begging for their lives. Realizing the fight was over, the lord look utterly defeated.

“Who are you?” He asked again, his voice broken.

“A message from Lord Nobunaga: your lands shall be divided and your people are now his. You, on the other hand, shall be imprisoned for your crimes.”

The lord paled. “My crimes?”

“My lovely wife shall leave no account unsaid. Afterall, you confessed everything to her.”

“That woman is your wife?!”

You stood quietly as your eyes met the now disgraced lord. A moment ago, he was flaunting his authority. Now, he looked sad and pathetic. You felt nothing. No longer needing your disguise, you untied the bandana keeping your hair secured. It fell in waves of locks as it settled along your back. You ran your fingers through your tresses combing out the knots as the lord and his men were tied up and led away.

Mitsuhide turned to you, a pleased smile on his lips. “You did well.”

You scoffed. “I was almost attacked by him and you killed a man right behind me. How do you think I feel right now?”

“Were you scared?”

“That’s not it!” You shouted, your nails digging into your palms as you balled your fists. However, your anger quickly dissipated and you backed down. “Forget it. I want to go home.”

You looked away from Mitsuhide staring at a patch of grass. You heard him approach, but you never imagined that he would pull you into his arms. You didn’t imagine feeling a slender finger hook your chin as your eyes met his. His long lashes caught the light of the setting sun making eyes shine brightly. You were at a loss for words as you gently braced yourself against his chest.

“Thank you, [Name].”

You felt a prickle in your eyes and you quickly averted your eyes one more time choosing to bury your face in his kimono. He reeked of gunpowder, as usual, but it was comforting. Mitsuhide was here with you.

“You took too long,” you whimpered quietly as you tried your best to keep from crying.

He patted your head as he held you tightly against him. “I’m sorry.”

You felt your heart squeeze upon hearing his soft voice. Your arms encircled him as you returned his embrace. You knew everything would be okay. Your sense of security was back, and you couldn’t be happier than to be in Mitsuhide’s embrace. The only thing you lamented now was that the charade was over. You were back to being the chatelaine of Azuchi castle and a simple seamstress.

A few days later, you were out strolling the market enjoying a well deserved rest from your mission. Mitsuhide had revealed the ex-lord’s plot to secretly amass an army to rise against Nobunaga’s rule. He had been a minor daimyo who had been defeated some years ago by Nobunaga. His army had been dismantled, and the ex-daimyo was left to supervise his domain. However, his greed knew no bounds.

You hated that Mitsuhide used you to expose the ex-lord’s weakness for women just to draw him out. However, he continued to praise your bravery for holding out long enough to get the man to spill his secrets. Since your return to Azuchi, you hadn’t seen Mitsuhide at all. His vassals informed you that Mitsuhide seldom returned home in the coming days since you both returned. All you knew was that he was busy with his interrogations and cleaning up the aftermath of the incident. You would often look in the direction of the holding cells, but you dared not approach the place. Hideyoshi was liable to lock you in your room. Plus, you didn’t wish to disturb Mitsuhide.

You could only think back at your last interaction with him as he held you against him. A part of you didn’t wish to let go, but you knew it wouldn’t last forever. Mitsuhide offered to give you a piggyback ride back into town, but you turned him down as you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment. Still, he took your hand in his as he led you back. Everything else had become a blur of memories.

As you walked down the road, you glanced up to see Mitsuhide weave his way through a small crowd. You couldn’t believe it. He was back! You raced over to him waving a hand in the air to get his attention.

“Mitsuhide!”

He shot you a cool smile seeing you beam so brightly. There was an itch in him to reach over and pinch your cheeks. However, your relieved expression warmed him, and he greeted you the only way he knew how.

“My, I’ve never received such an enthusiastic greeting. You look like a puppy who’s seen its master after a long time.”

You pouted. “Oh, you! Can’t you be happy we’re finally seeing each other again?”

Mitsuhide’s eyes widened in mock shock. He placed a hand against his chest feigning his surprise. “[Name], you’ve missed me that much?”

You faltered. “Well, I… Uh…”

A slick smile spread across his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s not like that! It’s, um…”

He chuckled seeing your cheeks flush again. Mitsuhide sighed, grabbing his chin in thought.

“What to do? I must make my absence up to you. Unfortunately, I don’t have much time today. I was on my way back to the castle.”

You quickly latched onto his arm. Not only was Mitsuhide surprised, but you were, as well. You hated not knowing anything, but you were content to not know, either. You accepted that fact when it came to Mitsuhide. As long as he was safe and okay, nothing else mattered. Yet, you felt incomplete.

“Call me selfish, but…” you began quietly not daring to meet his gaze. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“I have yet to pay you for your help,” he said, drawing you from your thoughts.

You looked up at him. “Huh?”

“Whatever you want, I will give it to you,” Mitsuhide promised. “So, tell me.”

Whatever I want…?

Your hold on him tightened. There was no need to think about it. You were sure of yourself this time. Even if Mitsuhide pushed you away, you knew this was something you had to do. You didn’t want to define it by a mere word, but rather with an action.

You led Mitsuhide into a nearby alley taking refuge behind a stack of rice barrels. You didn’t care who saw as you were determined to make this moment a reality. You clutched Mitsuhide’s scarf in your hands and pulled him towards you with all your might. He braced himself against the wall as his palms came to rest on either side of your head. At the same time, you rose on your tippy toes meeting Mitsuhide halfway as you planted a kiss upon his lips. Your eyes were closed as his widened with genuine shock this time.

Those seconds felt eternal, but you couldn’t keep supporting yourself on the balls of your feet. You pulled away with a sloppy pop resting back on your feet. You still held onto his scarf as you gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes. You saw him swallow. You were both clearly out of breath panting for air.

Mitsuhide placed a hand against your flushed cheek as he leaned down. His forehead pressed against yours and he laughed softly.

“You silly girl.”

You purse your lips. “Give me some credit here. I’ve never done that before.”

“It wasn’t bad for your first time,” Mitsuhide said as he drew back.

“You don’t need to sugarcoat it,” you muttered. “And, you don’t need to pay me for anything, either. I’m content with just this.”

“Hmm, I think not.”

You shot him a questioning expression. “Hm?”

Mitsuhide held your chin as he pressed his other hand against the wall behind you. “It looks like I have time to spare, my dear [Name]. I can show you much more than just a simple kiss.”

You shyly averted your gaze as you moved his hand from your chin. Yet, Mitsuhide managed to lace his fingers with yours as he continued to keep a hold on you.

“We don’t have to…”

He leaned in again whispering hotly in your ear. “Unless, you don’t want to?”

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest as his low tone of voice sent chills down your spine. You ignited the flame and now Mitsuhide was faning them. Just a moment ago, you were in control and now he had taken it back. Truth be told, you liked it. His daring proposal excited you, and you were curious to see where it led. You could only take this chance for who knew when the next opportunity would arise.

You pushed off the wall as you never let go of his hand. Nothing needed to be said. Your eyes conveyed everything to him. Mitsuhide led you out of the alley and back out into the busy market street. His work could wait. The two of you had a long afternoon ahead. Everything would be okay. You and Mitsuhide were together, and you hoped it would remain so.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #mitsuhide akechi #mitsuhide x reader #fanfiction #one-shot #ficlet #thanks for reading!

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iamartemisday · 5 years

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Fake title: Dangerous Men and Adventurous Women. Jane Foster with any dangerous men you can think of 😉

Whoo okay! Totally didn’t forget about this I promise.

SO. Jane is broken up with Thor and he’s off doing royal stuff with Valkyrie I guess. Darcy is on vacation with Ian. Erik is also on vacation. Thanos is stuck playing the world’s longest game of solitaire, so there’s no Snap happening any time soon.

Point is, Jane’s on her own for a while. She’s doing okay. Eats regularly, sleeps semi-regularly, and works normal twelve-hour shifts Monday to Saturday. One Sunday afternoon, Jane was relaxing on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a movie on. Suddenly, there came a crash in her lab, followed by paper being shuffled around and what appears to be a male voice cursing in a language Jane doesn’t know.

That alone would’ve given her pause and made her think something bad had happened, but then there’s the swirling vortex of doom that just opened up in her living room. It just sucked the TV out which pisses Jane off because she just got a Netflix subscription godammit. Now how is she going to watch Sense8?

Also, Loki has just come stumbling out of her lab. He looks like shit and there’s a suspicious wound on his forehead. The blood on his hands and knives doesn’t appear to be his, though.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m doing here,” he says.

“Actually I’m wondering where that vortex goes to,” she says. Then she grabs her ‘In Case of Vortex of Doom’ travel bag and belly flops through the portal.

Loki blinks after her for a few seconds wondering why he’s even surprised. Logic says he should walk away, but being Loki says he should do as Loki does. And so, away he goes!

Meanwhile, in a random Brooklyn apartment, Bucky Barnes is toiling his Sunday away on the couch taking a nap. He’s in the middle of a rather nice dream when the portal opens and drops Jane on his living room floor. He is immediately up and ready.

“Who the fuck is that?” he demanded before realizing it was not HYDRA, an intruder, or a HYDRA intruder. He dropped the gun he grabbed out of ‘secret gun hiding spot no. 272′ and checked that his hair looked okay in the mirror. It looked like Sam had washed it with salt water taffy. Good enough. “Jane! I mean, hi Jane. How are you? Uh... didn’t expect to see you here.”

Loki came through as Jane dusted herself off, just in time for a new vortex to open up. “Hi, Bucky. I was just following this vortex. See you later.”

She jumped through again, leaving Loki and Bucky to blink after her.

“Uh...” said Bucky.

Then a tentacle popped out of the vortex which Bucky instantly grabbed, allowing Loki to kill it with some fire. Then another tentacle came out. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another.

In the interest of brevity, it was a lot of tentacles, and once they were all gone, Bucky looked at the portal. “Jane went in there.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, she did.”

“Jane went in there and there are tentacle monsters in there.”

“Indeed.”

After a moment’s allowance for reality to sink in, the two men rush headfirst into the 4.5th dimension to seek Jane out. They find her surprisingly quickly, examining a flowering plant on a desolate space rock which periodically spits fluorescent dust out the stamen.

Also, there are more tentacle monsters.

Also, she’s not alone.

“Don’t tell me,” Bucky says, helping Steve stave off the H.P. Lovecraft rejects. “Jane appeared at your place through a portal, then disappeared into another portal, then tentacle monsters attacked, then you jumped in after her because you like her and you need to protect the innocent.”

“Yes,” Steve says, blushing hard. “Except for the liking her part. I mean, I do like her, but not in that way, I like her in a different way sort of like-”

“Excuse me,” Loki steps in, blasting another tentacle monster into deep space, “I would like for us to get rid of these things before we argue.”

For once, everyone was in agreement with Loki, so they fight the monsters together to protect their dear lady.

“This thing is unreal. I wish I’d taken some botany classes so I could get a better idea of the physical makeup. Maybe if I take some samples and show them to one of my friends.”

“Great idea,” says Bucky, punching a hole through the last of the monsters just in time for a new portal to open. “Here’s a better one: run.”

Meanwhile, Sam Wilson was just finishing a cup of coffee when three tired warriors and one excitable astrophysicist land in his kitchen. He finishes his coffee and drops the mug in the sink for later. He shrugs. “I should be shocked, but I’m just not anymore.”

The next portal opens and off they all go. While Steve gets Sam up to speed they face their next threat: bird monsters on a planet in the Andromeda galaxy. The star patterns are super unique, and while her impromptu team of bodyguards decimates the bird monsters, Jane draws up a quick map.

“This constellation is massive. It makes Ursa Major look like Crux. I’d need a whole week just to chart half of them. Maybe we could stay for-”

“NO!”

The next portal takes them to Clint Barton’s place. After allowing him to shoot a few arrows into Loki’s arms and legs, he follows them to the planet of the Alaskan Bullworms. Bruce tags along on their trek through the mountains of the abominable snow leopards, and finally, Tony leads the charge into the depths of the Alfheim sea. Also known as the place where the crab people with New Zealand accents live.

Eventually, they find themselves on a planet with... *drumroll* humans!

Or at least humanoid people, which after a hundred planets conveniently populated by ravenous monsters, is good enough.

Jane wanders into a junk shop and finds a nice mini-telescope, which can see a good thousand miles into the sky.

“It would go for twenty anywhere else,” said the gold-toothed, snake-eyed man... type thing behind the counter. “For you, my dear, I’d let it go for nineteen.”

Bucky appears at her back, arm out and Soldier mode activated. “You sure about that price, pal?”

The vendor starts to sweat. “Uh... well maybe eighteen.”

Steve and Sam crowd him from both sides. “What was that?”

“S-sixteen?”

Loki appears from the shadows, red Jotunn eyes on full display. He gets right in the terrified man’s face. “Ten.”

“But-”

Ice forms on the counter.

“Ten it is.”

Jane leaves happy with her purchase and the group walks around the shopping area for a while until a new portal pops up and they step straight into a purple-tinted planet populated by tiny eggplant looking aliens.

“Oh thank goodness it finally worked,” said the lead eggplant in a voice like if helium did helium. “Great heroes, we have brought you here to request your assistance on a very important matter. You see, my people are under siege by a powerful warlord who wishes to enslave us and consume all our natural resources. Unfortunately, he has already attacked us once and it destroyed our communications network. We managed to get the portal generator fixed but our tracking system is still offline. That’s why you were so sporadically transported. I hope you can forgive us for any distress our incapacitation caused you.”

“We had to fight bird creatures,” says Sam. “Do you know how much bird shit I got on me?”

“Again we are terribly sorry. We hope this won’t negatively impact your ability to help us, it really is quite urgent.”

“Wait a minute,” says Steve, “you did all this just because you needed help?”

“Yes sir, we’ve heard stories of your exploits. The Avengers are known across several galaxies, and we knew you were just the ones we needed to save our civilization.”

“You couldn’t have just sent an email request?” Tony shouts. “We’ve been out here for days! I have a family at home.”

“So do I!” says Clint.

“I’ve been having fun,” says Bucky. Steve and Loki both nod as they stand noticeably closer to Jane than the rest. “It’s been a nice vacation.”

“We will happily return you once our enemy is defeated. We’ll be able to repair our trackers and get you back in a single jump. Dr. Foster, we were hoping you could help us.”

“Are you kidding?” Jane hisses, closing in on the tiny creature. “Of course I’m going to help. You have to show me how everything works here. This is the best week of my life, oh my god-”

Everyone facepalms. “This woman has no danger sense,” says Bruce.

“She does,” Loki replies, “it simply reads ‘run to danger’ rather than away.”

Jane turns to her friends, arms crossed. “Come on, guys. Clearly, we’re here for a reason. These are innocent people who need our help. Are you really going to let them down?”

The assortment of heroes looks down in shame at even considering leaving. Jane turns to Loki.

“Are you really going to let your need to fuck shit up down?”

Loki looks down in shame at even considering leaving.

Thus an amazing battle is waged against the forces of evil. The Avengers defeat the alien warlord, Loki fucks an incredible amount of shit up, Jane gets the tracker up and running after shutting it off and turning it back on, and the eggplant people are free to live another day.

Some time passes after everyone goes home. It’s another normal Sunday for Jane as she enjoys a good book in her favorite reading nook.

Then a vortex of doom spits out the beaten remains of her old TV, crushing her new one. There goes her Hulu subscription. Loki appears out of her bathroom, singed and slightly burnt. He coughs.

“So I-”

“Here we go again!” Jane rushes through the portal with her new and improved ‘In Case of Vortex’ travel bag.

Loki blinks after her.

“I think that was my line,” he mutters, and away he goes.

...I don’t even know.

#Jane Foster #Lokane #Loki #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Bucky/Jane #Winter Solstice #WinterScience #Clint Barton #Tony Stark #Bruce Banner #Sam Wilson

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cherubvalkyrie · 3 years

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“I don’t think they even see us as human,” says Jenny. She almost seems to be pausing, before saying something else, but then releases a puff of air and looks away. “I have to get going, anyhow, there’s still so much left to do today…”

As she leaves, Bea stabs out her cigarette into the overflowing ashtray. A sidelong look at me. “What a fucking bummer. Don’t invite her back.” She's already lighting another cigarette.

Malorie sits, in a cloud of smoke, wondering if this will be the cigarette that gives her cancer.

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“I just don’t know what to do with them!” she half-sobs into the phone, clutching it close, the ringlet cord pooling around her feet and snaking up her torso. “All they do is fight and scream… this place is a mess… I haven’t showered in a week and he’s supposed to be home tonight!”

A soothing murmur from Lindsay, but it is lost over the sounds of dogs and children howling in the background. She hears the sound of the flint catching in the lighter. She watches the dog shit on the floor.

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Sitting down at the grocery store, bored and impatient. Small bones aching as they grow and stretch. “She’s so smart for her age, already….” “Oh yes, mine is growing up and he’s already a little ladies’ man…” A tantrum begins. The men nearby look over, exasperated, and stomp away from the noise.

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There was no technology available to tell what sex the baby would be. The baby was a joyous surprise, a girl, a Girl, A girl. Holding her, she thought, ‘thank god I’m not alone anymore’ then stomped on it, hard. She’d never been alone. She had her boy, her man, hadn’t she? But the smothered feeling of relief, remained.

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In 1993, the UN declared marital rape a human rights violation. Previously, rape was only defined as something that could happen outside of marriage. My older brother does not know his father.

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I sit, small and frozen in the backseat, hating the long car journeys. I Always had to sit in the middle, my brothers got the window seats because they had balls and those needed space, or something. I was too short to really see out the window anyway. Instead, I watch my mother get tense, cringe into her seat, grip the handle above the window for support, and plead my father’s nickname as he lurches through traffic. He cusses out yet another female driver and belittles women in a tirade for minutes. Traffic slows to a halt. My mother lights a cigarette, stares outside. My parents don’t look at each other. The car is tense, and silent.

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She carries me, a screaming, wailing newborn, onto the airplane. The other passengers send black looks in her direction through the entirety of the flight. She finds her way to her mother’s house, staggers through her doorstep, and clutches her. They look upon me, wondering, full of hope. She’s here to change the world… This is my only time meeting my maternal grandmother. Her name has already been erased by patriarchal lineage, her mother’s names unknown to me.

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She begs and wheedles me, not even seven, to make her a cup of tea. I climb all around the counter and find all the ingredients except milk, which we don’t seem to have. I do find a cup of it, covered by cling film, in a cup in the fridge. I dutifully assemble the tea, teetering on tiptoes and pulled out drawers to reach all the implements. I carry the hot cup carefully downstairs and present it, mention where I found the milk. I scurry just outside the room and listen outside the door. I hear, “I’m not drinking this” in the brash tones of a joke for her listeners. I retreat to my bed, rejected. What was the point?

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I experience blood for the first time. I steel myself to go into the living room, where she always sits. On the corner of the large couch, closest to the window, a haze fills the room. Sunlight, warm and cloying, shines in through the windows. Cigarette smoke just hangs in the air, a lazy fog that makes it hard to see clearly. I awkwardly blurt out that my period has started. She begins to cry, which disgusts me, I have already been taught to be disgusted by all things feminine and womanly, and I am obedient to this training as I feel repelled by her. She rubs my back awkwardly and tells me about periods. She hasn’t touched me in years. She has to beg for hugs, for love. I smell the cigarette smoke and my brain clouds. I can’t wait to get away from her. I only told her so I would have pads, all she used was tampons. She calls them ‘plugs’ and I inwardly recoil with disgust. The guys online were right about women. I was a quick reader, and the internet was full of message boards.

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I am a small child, too young for school where my older brother goes, and I play in a house with my younger brother. When She gets angry, I teach him the best places to hide. You put your feet into the shoes, and stand inside the clothes, very still. You wiggle under the bed into that gap there, and hide right in the middle. He does as I say, and we don’t get caught. We come out when it’s calm, and we don’t tell where we were hiding.

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I am a small child, and I am told to tidy my room or else. I start, get distracted, and wander out of my room into my parents room. I climb onto the bed, which smells like home, and lay down in a patch of morning sunlight. The pool of light is heat and warmth and I feel safe for reasons I can’t explain, falling into a sound sleep. She finds me there, is furious I haven’t cleaned- I am spanked awake. I flee, forever terrified, the association made. There is no safety in comfort that smells like her. Like them. Their bed unsafe, themselves unsafe. Conditioned behaviour. A wall, immovable and thick, sits between us, always. Physical contact becomes tense, underscored by fear. This is family. Do not get the idea that you belong here. Comfort is an illusion.

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Years later, I always win at hide-and-seek at parties. I also hide at friend’s houses on a regular basis. On a family vacation, I walk away from my family and cousins to hide in an amusement park. I am always walking away from the barbs, the little attacks on me, the total freedom for my brothers. I hide until. Until. I come back. Many times, nobody really notices that I left. I have no answers for where I’ve been. I don’t even remember where I was. But I have restored my blank composure. Or my sullen silence. My mother is exasperated. She lights another cigarette.

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As a small child, I make a ‘magic love potion’ from all the jars under the sink. I want her to drink it. I have a tantrum when she only pretends to, and doesn’t really take a sip of my poison.

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My brother is playing the super nintendo, while I watch, because video games aren’t for girls. He is too scared of the second level of a game, so I watch him play the first level until he has 100 lives, then encourage him as he tries the second level. Eventually, there is a game for two players, and we become a good team to win the minigames. My mother calls me to help her clean, but lets him continue to sit there. He’s already learned to ignore her somehow, and refuses to comply or help her with anything. She praises how nice I am, how good. Her voice drips with desperation and condescension and syrupy pleading, and I loathe it. I clean.

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I am in middle school, and it is the first time I am playing the flute in public, a christmas recital filled with religious songs. I had only started learning how to play it four months ago. It is only my best friend and me, struggling through a piece together. I am incapable of even making the instrument sound, all that comes out is sad, breathy bottlish noises. Humiliated and dejected after such a low performance in front of peers and their families, I fall back to family. My mother is peering around, looking at everyone in all their finery. “Which one is your boyfriend?” she asks me, completely missing what just happened and how I’m feeling. I despise her for it. I don’t like any boys, and I wish she had paid any notice to me. She’s wondering if she fits in, feels out of place amongst all these rich, established families, feeling judged, feeling poor.

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In the early teenage years, I watch my brother mess his chores up on purpose. A dishwasher filled with dish soap. Wrong clothing mixed in the washer. If they refuse, I refuse. The sullen, aggressive silence of having dishes washed at me, clothes sorted at me, things cleaned at me. A constant fog of cigarette smoke. If my brothers get to play video games uninterrupted, why can’t I? I withdraw deeper into silence of my own. I hear her talking about me, in words I can’t quite make out. I stop listening, retreat inside, a book or a message board, anywhere but the present.

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We have moved to a suburban neighborhood to be closer to school. I befriend a neighborhood teen, Amanda, and we all go to the beach together. I wander off, to get away from the cigarettes, and loop back around just in time to overhear my mother telling my friend, a twelve-year-old, that her daughter has ‘always been a bitch’. She turns around and sees me. There is no apology. She flicks her cigarette, and the ash joins the sand on the beach.

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She was supposed to be my best friend! She was supposed to help! She was supposed to see!

We point our fingers at each other, echoing accusations, missing what the other person says.

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#mal #my mother #it's all i really remember now #i have tried to understand #up in smoke

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karadndrp · 5 years

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regrets and mistakes || nari

Nari looks towards her own bedroom door after leaving Thea’s and doesn’t even consider it. She knows what waits for her there — too many thoughts, too many fears. Not enough alcohol to handle the rejection she’s just experienced. So instead of turning left, she turns right, sparing Sera’s room only a short glance before another stab of that harsh, tearing feeling of rejection has her looking away again. She aims for outside, though she knows she isn’t dressed well for it, and when the guard at the door asks where she’s going this time of night, she can only think to say, “I don’t know.” He recommends a tavern, one he says he recommended to one of her friends last night, and Nari wonders only briefly which of her friends it was before pushing out the door.

It’s a strange name, The Twelve Wives, and with her mind deliberately emptied, she’s able to focus on that and the why of it as she goes. Did the owner of this bar truly have twelve wives? Or perhaps twelve wives had banded together to open it. Maybe they were twelve women who would never actually be wives, maybe they had all lost the people they loved, maybe they were broken and confused and so, so hurt and lonely beyond what they knew they were capable of—

She’s outside the tavern quicker than she’d thought she would be and for a moment she stares up at it, arms folded, wondering if she should actually go in. There’s nowhere else to go really. It’s late and the shops are closed, the streets are mostly quiet. Even the inn looks like it’s settled mostly, but nothing of Nari’s feels the same. She is restless in every part of herself, from body to heart, and she finds she wants a drink more than she wants to head back. So she steps inside, quiet and without fuss. The bar patrons are mostly men and despite her effort to go unnoticed, her presence draws attention. She ducks her head and avoids as many eyes as possible, quietly making her way to the bar. She isn’t exactly a commanding presence, though one might think so from her height, the boldness of her hair. What attention she’s garnered shifts direction when it’s clear she isn’t looking for company and Nari makes it to a stool without being bothered.

Is that common? she wonders as she orders a pint. Or is her presence so uninteresting that she only has to look away and no one wants to follow? She wonders as she sits and stares down at the bar top if she’s… unattractive or… maybe just boring. Dull. The only time she feels even remotely interesting is when she is fighting and that isn’t something she can do constantly. It’s something she wants to avoid as much as possible if she can, truth be told, because she doesn’t think fighting should ever be the first choice. It just happens that it’s been her only choice recently. Except now, she thinks as a pint glass is set in front of her. Now she’s just some random girl, tall and awkward, with limbs that are far too long for her body. Sitting in a bar and no doubt looking like she doesn’t belong. She presses a hand down the front of her tunic, glad she hadn’t yet taken her coin purse from her belt, but otherwise feeling quite bare without her armor. Small breasts, shoulders too broad for her body. It was foolish to think that anyone could seriously want anything from her.

Nari drinks, winces at the taste of beer, drinks again. Drinks until the pint is gone and a second is in its place, full and frothy to the brim. She drinks that one too, is about halfway through when the stool beside her slides out. She ignores it until a voice speaks to her, low in timbre and obviously male. “Hey.”

Nari looks up then, more out of manners than interest, eyes sliding across to the pair now watching her. She offers a tight smile and a small nod. “‘Lo,” she mumbles before looking away again, back down into her beer. His elbow hits the bar beside her drink and he tells the barmaid to add Nari’s drinks to his tab, which even Nari understands the significance of. It has her shifting uncomfortably and drinking from her glass, holding it between both palms. But he doesn’t shift closer or crowd her or flirt too overtly. He’s charming actually, and has a nice smile. Nari relaxes in his company, drinks another drink, talks vaguely about her presence in this place. Mostly she turns his questions back on him and lets him fill the silence, not really wanting the conversation but for forge’s sake, girl, you can’t have it both ways. Either you want the attention or you don’t.

It honestly doesn’t surprise her that a woman like Thea, or even like Sera, couldn’t genuinely want her or want to be with her. She’s a confusing mess of a girl with nothing to offer by way of experience or even worldly understanding.

But the boy beside her now is shifting gears, hinting about continuing up in his room, and he’s been nothing but s gentleman all night. She looks at him, the intensity of her gaze softened by alcohol, and doesn’t feel the same pull as she had before. With Sera, with Thea. Not even the lesser pull of other women they’d run into along the way. She looks at him — this charming, friendly boy — and feels nothing. She doesn’t want him, doesn’t want what he wants.

“Okay,” she says, and stands on slightly unsteady legs even as he does. His name is already gone from her head, but she walks just slightly ahead of him with his hand too large and too hot against her back.

She feels nothing.

—-

As the predawn light purples the horizon, Nari finds the edge of the town where the buildings meet forest along a side. The trees along the edge are newer, smaller, but it doesn’t take too many steps inside before the taller ones take over. Nari glances up and up, analyzing, deciding which one looks the most promising. She settles on one with a low-hanging branch and pulls herself up onto it. She’s never climbed a tree before, but she does so now with relative ease and no amount of caution. If a branch breaks and she falls, she can take it. It’d hurt, but it’s not like she’d die. And maybe it’d be good for her, maybe it’d snap her out of whatever this is she’s doing now. Maybe she’ll find her sense and go back to the safehouse again. Back to the people who are her home now. The people she’s promised to stand for and with.

But she makes it to the top of the tree without much effort, almost surprising herself when she finds the top and her head pushes through leaves to find the sky. Nari settles herself on a branch where it curves out almost parallel to the ground, clutching it tightly as she tips her head back and looks up to the sky. She searches for a star, but she’s missed them all for the night. Dawn is too close and they’ve all winked out with her proximity. Nari doesn’t mind. Tonight she does not think even the stars will help settle her mind or heart.

She closes her eyes and finds herself praying, asking the ancients for peace and clarity. She doesn’t know if they answer prayers the same way the gods do, to be honest. Her devotion is more to an ideal than a deity, but there’s still a holiness to it and Nari believes in some sort of Other that hears her when she asks for guidance so it has to be good enough.

Squirming a little on the branch, Nari fishes out a folded piece of parchment and a small bottle of ink, both of which she’d taken from the room at the inn she’d found herself in some time before. From the pouch where her coins sit, she tugs out a quill. Adjusting more comfortably on the branch, she spreads out the parchment on her thigh and begins to write, huffing slightly when the quill’s tip punches a hole here and there.

Dearest Sylvia-

I had thought that perhaps because of my line of work, the path I’ve set myself, it would be better for me to take what I can while I can. It’s likely, isn’t it, that I’ll die doing this? But I think that maybe I was wrong about that after all. I think now that because of what I do, it’s best not to ask for anything at all for myself. It’s safer, isn’t it? I should have taken your advice. I’ve made so many mistakes.

I miss you, Sylvia. I wish you were here. I think you could help me keep my head on straight, but for now I’ll have to keep figuring things out the hard way.

I love you. Best to Rosalie and Yelvin.

Nari

She let the ink dry in the cool air, her eyes wandering to the sky again as she waits. When it sets, she carefully folds it and tucks it, the ink, and the quill into her money pouch again. She would find a raven later in the day to send the letter.

The sky is going pink now. Nari sighs and rubs her tired eyes, begins to climb down again. She isn’t ready to go back, not yet, and she certainly doesn’t want to stay at the inn. So instead she settles where the branches met the trunk of the tree, securing herself in the cup of them. It’s comfortable enough, or else she’s tired enough not to care.

And with the first rays of sun falling across her skin, Nari falls asleep in the forest, thankful as always that she doesn’t dream.

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