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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

#ogun x reader #ogun smut #fire force smut #anime smut #poc reader

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Rebirth

Chapter 3: You Look Taller

Summary: Steve is transformed into the World’s First Super Soldier, but after a bomb is detonated in the SSR labs he is soon putting his new found strength to the test.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Once again, huge thanks to my beta readers and plugger of mind gaps where I was blocked… @southerngracela and @icanfeelastormbrewing

Any mistakes are my own. I’ll probably spot them once posted but, whatever!

SSR Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

Steve didn’t sleep a wink that night. His mind was in overdrive, his body spiking with just about as many contrasting emotions one could possibly feel all at once. Excitement, fear, pride, concern, uncertainty, determination…and then there were his thoughts about Katie and what they’d done. He was conflicted about that as well. On the one hand it had been so wrong, to have rubbed one another to release through their clothes, without even courting so to speak. It went against everything his Ma had taught him about treating a dame with respect, instead he’d gone ahead and behaved just like Bucky normally did when he paraded around in his uniform, using it to pick up any woman he could.

But on the other nothing had ever felt so damned right to him before in his life.

He still couldn’t quite believe it, although the evidence it had happened was plain to see in his pants which he’d hastily changed and hidden in the bottom of his trunk. What he was having trouble processing was why. Why a dame like that had picked a guy like him. He still wasn’t completely convinced she wasn’t acting out of pity. Pity that he was about to undergo some transformation and had never been touched that way before.

But then she’d admitted that she hadn’t either. “What was it you said about waiting for the right partner?”

Maybe she did actually feel something for him. And whilst it hadn’t been the most conventional beginning, perhaps it might morph into something else?

With a groan he shook his head, who was he kidding? It was June, 1943 and they were in the middle of a war. He was about to be injected with some kind of serum that was either going to turn him into a soldier with enhanced capabilities or…well, he didn’t want to think about the 'or'. Either way, he knew what should be at the forefront of his mind, and a relationship with Katie Stark was not it.

He went about his morning routine as normal. Thanks to the SSRs programme being covert, most people on the base completely ignored him as usual, which suited him fine. The last thing he wanted was people asking him questions about how he was feeling, because he simply didn’t know. This time, once he was dressed he ensured all his belongings were packed ready to be taken to his new barracks, wherever they were going to be and no sooner had he done that the door opened and he snapped to attention, saluting the soldier that had arrived along with Agent Carter.

“Hello Steve," she smiled at him.

“Good morning, Ma’am.” He said, his hand, dropping to his side and he relaxed as she instructed him to be at ease.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Good, follow me then.”

Grabbing his hat he headed after her, walking in silence through the camp, his eyes focussed directly ahead. Eventually he was led around to the main office buildings near the Guardhouse, outside of which a car was waiting. Peggy walked around one side where the driver opened the door for her and Steve snapped himself out of his thoughts and climbed into the other side, shutting the door behind him.

The 2 or so hour drive from New Jersey to their destination was quiet. Agent Carter made a little small talk, but for the most she was silent or conversing with the driver. That said, it seemed to fly by in comparison to when he had taken the trip the other way a little under a week ago. As he glanced at the buildings passing them by, one by one they started to get familiar.

“I know this neighborhood," Steve said absentmindedly as he looked out of the window. “I got beat up in that alley.” He continued watching his finger pointing out of the window, his eyebrows raised as he spotted another familiar landmark “And that parking lot.” Another pause as his head dropped slightly, eyes on his hands which were clasped on his lap “And behind that diner.”

“Did you have something against running away?” Peggy asked and Steve took a deep breath, shaking his head as he remembered his Ma’s words to him.

“You start running they’ll never let you stop.” He explained, once more glancing out of the window, “You stand up, push back. Can’t say no forever, right?” He gave a shrug and once more his eyes fell to his hands. He stared at them, and the longer he stared the more he thought back.

These were the hands that had last night traced the soft curves of Agent Stark’s hips, breasts. The vision coming in so clear, nearly like a picture show and it caused him to swallow a little, his throat and mouth feeling dry and he couldn’t help but wish that it was Katie in the car with him, not Agent Carter. Whilst the pretty, British woman sat on the seat beside him had always been pleasant enough to him, there was something about Katie that just kept him grounded if there ever were a word to describe the way she made him feel. He never once felt jittery in her presence yet now, as he sat there being quizzed on something that was actually quite personal, he was starting to feel a little angsty.

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” Peggy spoke gently as she looked at him and Steve met her gaze for a second before she looked forward once more, and his mind strayed back to something Katie had said last night.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He looked down at his hands. “Katie…I mean Agent Stark told me about how people weren’t exactly open to the pair of you joining the SSR or the Army.”

“She did?” Agent Carter looked at him, her brown drawing ever so slightly into a frown.

Steve nodded, “last night.” And no sooner had the words left his mouth his eyes widened as he realised he’d outed the fact Katie had come to his barracks. Peggy looked at him, an immaculately shaped brow arched slightly, rouged lips curling up into a smirk at one side as Steve began to babble out an excuse “She came to check on me, along with Dr Erskine. I mean, well, just as he was leaving that is. There was…we just…”

“You don’t need to explain. What you and Agent Stark do is nothing to do with me, ” Peggy shook her head, the corner of her lips twitching as Steve hastily looked away, out of the window, his cheeks burning. “I do know one thing though."

“What’s that?” Steve’s head whipped round to look at her.

“She’s soft on you.” Peggy replied simply “That’s why she’s been torn ever since you got picked to be our candidate.”

“Torn?”

“In case it goes wrong.” Peggy shrugged, "Or you change in more ways than physically which means you’re no longer the man she…” Peggy trailed off, licking her lips taking a deep breath before she continued “…the man she clearly cares for.”

Steve met her eyes for a second before he looked away, his stomach now twisting in knots that had nothing to do with the procedure he was about to undergo. But the warmth and excitement he had initially felt at what Peggy had said died all too fast because of course it would be just his luck to finally meet a gal that enjoyed his company, liked him for who he was, a gal who he felt comfortable with and attracted to, just as he was about to undergo whatever the hell this procedure entailed before he shipped off to goodness knows where.

Time was a cruel mistress sometimes.

The rest of the journey passed in silence, and it wasn’t long before the car pulled up at the side of a fairly busy street and Steve frowned, following Agent Carter’s lead, climbing out of the vehicle. He took a quick look around. There were plenty of people on the sidewalks in the summer sun, going about their everyday business, none paying him any attention.

“This way.” Agent Carter spoke and he spun to follow her, taking a look up at the fairly non-descript shop called ‘Brooklyn Antiques’ which she was leading him towards.

“What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Follow me.” Peggy completely ignored his question and instead walked into the shop, Steve behind her, placing his hat on his head. The bell above the door rang as Peggy pushed it open, Steve pausing to shut it behind him as Agent Carter strolled into the dimly lit, crowded shop. It smelt of old leather, wax and furniture polish and was crammed full of all sorts of intriguing items that Steve would normally have found fascinating.

But as it stood he was just plain confused.

Peggy stopped still as an old woman with grey hair, clad in a floaty dress and a pink cardigan emerged through a set of heavy drapes and stopped, smiling at them both. “Wonderful Weather this morning, isn’t it?” she spoke.

“Yes, but I always carry an umbrella.” Peggy replied.

At her words the woman gave an almost in perceptible nod and moved to the desk which held the cash register. Steve heard a faint buzz and then Peggy gently gestured once more for him to follow her. He did so as she walked through the drapes the woman had emerged from into a crowded store room of sorts which held photos, heavy gilded frames…basically everything his Ma would have labelled junk. He stopped besides Peggy as she looked at a huge book shelf which covered nearly the entire back wall and then to his absolute astonishment the book shelf simply opened towards him revealing that it was actually a set of 6 inch solid steel doors.

Steve’s mouth dropped open as he was now facing a huge corridor which was in use by a number of military and medical staff walking by. Agent Carter stepped in and he did the same, following her down, glancing every so often to his side at the Military Police Officers and soldiers, trying to figure out how the hell all of this was hidden from public sight on the outside. Eventually they reached a set of double doors which were pulled open and Steve found himself on the mezzanine balcony of a huge circular room filled with machinery, some kind of pod in the middle of the chamber he was looking over. It was full of doctors and technicians, all dressed in white lab coats and the entire room fell silent as everyone looked up at him. He immediately spotted Katie, stood by Dr Erskine. His eyes locked onto hers and even from the distance he was away he could see they were shining in the light of the lab.

Agent Carter took a deep breath and tuned to her right, Steve hastily following her down the metal steps to the lower part of the chamber. He strode over to where Dr Erskine was waiting, file in hand besides Katie who smiled at him.

“Hi.” She said gently and he smiled back at her, swallowing a little as his attention turned to Dr Erskine as the doctor spoke.

“Good morning.” He smiled, shaking Steve’s hand when suddenly a camera flashed as a photographer who Steve hadn’t noticed snapped a shot, causing him to blink a little. “Please, not now.” Erskine protested and the photographer made a hasty retreat, ushered away by Peggy as she followed him from the chamber, directing him away from the equipment and up the stairs to the side.

Steve turned to his right, looking at the pod, his eyes roving all the dials and the various components, his chest expanding as he took a deep breath.

“Are you ready?” Katie asked softly and Steve nodded his head, turning back to her.

“Good.” Erskine spoke “Take off your shirt, your tie and your hat.”

“Maybe the hat first…” Katie quipped, pointing out the order Erskine had said the clothing items in was a little awry and Erskine looked at her, sarcastically. She met his stare with an equally sassy one of her own, a cheeky grin on her face as she shrugged.

Steve did as he was told, handing his items of clothing off to a nurse who smiled, taking it away before Erskine directed Steve up the steps to the left of the pod. He climbed up, shuffled around slightly as Katie watched him lay down, his head on the leather headrest at the top.

“Comfortable?” Katie asked him.

“It’s a little big.” Steve joked, smiling and she gave a soft chuckle, reaching out to touch his arm. Her hand was surprisingly warm and she left it there for just long enough before she pulled back as Erskine appeared by her side, smiling, “You save me any of that schnapps?” Steve looked at him.

“Not as much as I should have.” Erskine almost grimaced “Sorry. Next time” at that he stepped back, “Mr. Stark, how are your levels?”

Steve glanced to his left and for the first time caught a glimpse of Katie’s brother up close as he strode towards them, clad in a smart pair of slacks, white shirt, tie and waistcoat.

“Levels at 100%.” Howard replied as he stopped besides his sister, taking a look at Steve. Now they were side by side, the resemblance between the two was clear to see. Same nose, cheekbones, but Katie’s hair was a lighter shade, her eyes a warm, striking green where Howard’s were a deep brown.

“Good.” Erskine turned away as Howards eyes roved over Steve a little.

“We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we are ready…” Howard smiled, “…as we’ll ever be.”

“He’s not a damned fish in a bowl, Howie…” Katie said, nudging her brother as he was still gawping at Steve. Howard turned to face her, his eyebrow arched, before he gave Steve one last look and headed off towards some kind of machine in the far corner of the room.

“Ass.” Katie shook her head before she glanced at Steve. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” She dropped her voice, “If you’re having any…” “I’m not.” Steve shook his head, cutting her off mid sentence.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath, and for a second looked as though she was going to say something else but she was interrupted by Erskine.

“Agent Stark? Don’t you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?”

“Oh, erm, yeah, of course. Sorry.” She took a deep breath before she looked back at Steve. Again, she made to say something, but clearly decided against it. Instead she reached out, gave his hand a soft squeeze before she turned and walked away. Steve watched her go and as she approached the stairs she stopped and looked back at him, her face softening once more into an almost shy little smile before she turned away once more.

Steve’s head rolled back round, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His heart was racing now, and he wasn’t quite sure whether that was all down to the procedure or the fact that her hand on his had jolted another memory of their time together the previous night. Luckily, before he had time to dwell on it too much, there was a loud booming noise as Erskine loudly tapped a microphone.

“Do you hear me? Is this on?” Satisfied that it was, the doctor turned and looked up at the small group gathered to watch in the glass walled room on the level above the atrium. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace.”

As Erskine spoke two nurses pulled down the large rectangular shaped pads at either side of the chamber, laying them flush to Steve’s chest.

“We begin with a series of micro injections into the subjects major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change.” Erskine continued as the nurses retrieved the vials of blue coloured liquid, slotting them into the appropriate receptacles along the side of the chamber by Steve’s hips. “And then to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays.”

Erskine walked back to Steve’s side as a nurse approached him with a syringe. She inserted it into Steve’s shoulder and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as she pulled the needle out of his skin.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Steve spoke, pleasantly surprised at how easy that had been. He wasn’t a huge fan of needles, having spent most of his childhood one way or another being stabbed by them for his various ailments, but he’d learned to cope with them.

However, his relief was short lived.

“That was penicillin.” Erskine looked at him and Steve felt not only apprehension creeping back into his system, but a deep embarrassment at being so dumb as to think it would be that simple.

Erskine then cleared his throat and spoke once more to the others in the room. “Serum infusion beginning in five, four…” at that two further pads like the one on his chest lowered, cuffing his arms a little “…three, two…” Erskine gently patted Steve’s shoulder “…one.”

Steve felt the sharp cone-like spikes of the pads attached to his body piercing his skin and he could actually feel the serum as it flowed into his body. It was cold, like he’d dipped each limb into an icy lake, and the shock of it forced his eyes wide open.

“Now, Mr. Stark,” he heard Erskine say and, after a second or two he felt the pod move into an upright positions, the sides and top parts enclosing him inside. He gave a snort as he realised that the glass screen at the front, designed for whoever was in here to be able to see out of was a good 6 inches too high.

Steve took a deep breath and then there was a little knock on the outside of the capsule.

“Steven, can you hear me?” Erskine asked.

“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?” Steve joked, making light of what was happening, the sweat already beading on his brow. And, if he was honest, he probably could have happily peed right then, more out of nerves than anything else.

“We will proceed.” Steve heard Erskine say and then a few seconds later the capsule he was in was flooded with a warm light, as the Vita Rays were turned on.

“That’s ten percent.” Steve could hear Howard’s voice. “Twenty percent. Thirty…that’s forty percent.”

As the count increased so did the intensity of the light and heat. What started off feeling like a pleasant dose of summer sun was rapidly becoming unbearable. Even the brightest sunlight he’d ever been in on Coney Island during the summer was nothing compared to this. He skin felt like it was on fire.

“That’s fifty percent. Sixty. Seventy.”

Despite his best attempts, the burning was simply too much and Steve couldn’t keep the yell of pain from bursting out of his mouth any longer as the vita rays washed over him. He was hot, hotter than he had ever been before. His skin was bubbling almost as if his blood was boiling similar to a kettle of water. He was vaguely aware of voices outside the chamber and herd Katie’s loud yell as it rang around the air.

“Shut it down!”

Erskine’s voice hit his ears as the doctor banged on the chamber he was in “Steven!”

“You heard her, shut it down!” Agent Carter’s voice was clear and then he heard Erskine once more as the Doctor frantically shouted.

“Kill the reactor, Mr. Stark! Turn it off! Kill it! Kill the reactor!”

“No, don’t!” Steve yelled back, finally finding his voice. There was no way he was quitting, not after he’d come this far. He could take this. Pain was nothing, he felt it every day of his damned life. “I can do this!”

Famous last words. The heat increased, the pain increased, it was too much. Every muscle in his body was searing in agony and it felt like someone was lancing him with red hot needles over and over again…

But then suddenly it went dark. The pain was gone, the heat was gone and all Steve could feel now was an overwhelming sense of calm and tiredness even, like he’d just been on another one of those damned runs with the unit. His chest was heaving as he gulped in air, his head falling to the side as he panted, waiting for his body to recover. After waiting, for what seemed like forever but was in reality mere seconds, he heard Erskine call out to Howard again and then the doors to the pod opened, the cool air hitting Steve’s perspiring skin.

He stumbled out of the pod supported by two people, he had no idea who, as his eyes were screwed shut, his head bowed as he took deep gulps of air. His legs felt heavy and he was a little unbalanced, as if his centre of gravity had changed somewhat, but as he took a shaky step forward he noticed how clear his chest felt. His breathing wasn’t wheezy in the slightest and with every breath he took he felt stronger, less lightheaded. All in all, despite feeling completely overwhelmed he felt good.

“I did it.” He panted a little, his eyes still closed as he took a shaky step forward.

“Yeah, yeah. I think we did it.” Erskine’s voice came from his right, followed by Howard’s from his left which was laced with pride.

“We actually did it.”

“How do you feel?” another familiar voice said and with a deep breath he straightened up and at Katie before he glanced around the chamber and realised that for the first time in his life he was looking down at people.

“Taller.” He answered a little facetiously, glancing at Katie as she reached out to touch his chest, swallowing a little as she hastily withdrew her hand.

“You look taller.” She said, handing him a T-shirt she took off another member of the nursing staff. Steve took it with a thanks and moved to pull it over his head, his breathing finally evening out and he turned to face a doctor who approached him a little nervously.

“Mr. Rogers, we just need to-“

But whatever it was that they needed Steve never found out as at that point there was a loud explosion from the room over the atrium, showering them in glass. Instinctively, Steve pulled Katie towards him, curling his body around hers to shield her from the debris before he stood up tall as he heard Erskine yelling.

“Stop him!”

Then there was a gun shot and as he wheeled round he saw Erskine drop to the floor. Katie pushed past Steve whipping a gun from her hip taking aim as the culprit ran up the stairs with the two female agents in pursuit.

Steve knelt besides Erskine, his eyes locking onto the doctor's as he struggled for air. Erskine opened his mouth, but shut it again, and Steve realised from the blood that was pooling around the doctors body, there was nothing he could do. Erskine raised his right hand, and simply prodded Steve’s chest gently, right above his heart, similar to the way he’d pointed at him the night before.

“Not a perfect soldier, but a good man…”

The words echoed in Steve’s brain as he watched Erskine’s eyes close as his head rolled to the right, his breathing stopped. Steve took a deep breath of his own and felt another heat radiating through his body, this one pure anger as he raised his head slowly to look at the stairs the suspect had run up mere moments ago. His jaw clenching, he sprang to his feet and ran off, taking the steps two at a time.

As he sprinted through the facility he could hear gunshots and explosions from the street and as he emerged into the shot he saw the woman from earlier led on the floor, not moving, a wound to her chest. Vaulting over her he saw Katie to his left tending to someone who was down on the sidewalk, whilst Agent Carter was stood in the road, un-moving, arm raised as she shot at a Yellow Cab which was driving straight for them. He threw himself at Peggy, taking her out of the path of danger as the car sped past

“I had him!” Agent Carter said with an air of annoyance as they both climbed to their feet.

“Sorry!” Steve yelled as he started to run after the car, surprised momentarily at the way his legs just seemed to move with little or no effort, covering far more ground than he was used to. He picked up the pace, tracking the car as he went, taking a short cut down a road to his left. But he was going too fast and as he rounded a corner he lost control over his new power and crashed straight through the window of a Bridal Wear store, taking out the display. He jumped back up, straight onto the street, tossing another apology over his shoulder as he cut down a narrow alleyway with a chainmail fence at the bottom.

The fence was ten feet tall, easily, and Steve picked up speed a little more with the aim of jumping as high up it as he could get before scrambling over the top, but as he took off from the floor he realised that he was going to clear it.

He was going to clear a ten foot fucking fence.

Tucking his legs up, he sailed over it with room to spare before landing easily and running out onto a street full of cars, his hands held up, protests of “woah, whoa, whoa” slipping form his mouth automatically as they all skidded to a stop trying to avoid him. He spun to his left, spotted the cab and continued his chase as it weaved itself in and out of the traffic.

He was gaining on it now and he dug a little deeper, realising he had a lot more energy in his tank, his bare feet slapping the wet concrete of the ground. As he drew closer to the car he knew that the only way to get the vehicle to stop was by getting inside it, and to do that…well, he needed to physically get hold of it first of all. An idea suddenly came to him as he saw a car in front of him and he approached he hopped up onto the trunk then the roof, and then to the car in front before jumping onto the back of a truck. With a final leap he flung himself at the yellow taxi landing flat on the roof, his hands gripping either side of the sills above the doors as it began to sharply weave side to side. It took a sharp turn to the left, then right, then left again, forcing Steve to adjust his hold as it tore down a narrow street before emerging on the road which led to the pier. This gave Steve a little time to steady himself and he rose tentatively onto his hands and knees before there was a loud bang and a bullet shot through the roof of the car. Another few shots came, Steve dodging them all as he slid down the side of the car, wrenching the passenger door open. But before he could climb in, the man shot at him, meaning Steve had to let go with his right arm to avoid taking the bullet straight in the chest. But by shooting at him, his target had taken his eyes off the road, meaning he hadn’t noticed the two trucks emerging in front of him. The taxi crashed straight into them and flipped over sideways, beginning to roll and Steve let go, tumbling forward onto the floor before he came to a stop.

Steve rose to his feet and headed forwards as his target crawled from the car. He watched as the man stood, pointing his gun towards Steve and shot, missing him, the various people screaming as the gun went off. Steve picked up the door of the car which was lying in the road and held it in front of him with the intention of using it to shield himself whilst drawing in on his target. The man shot twice, the second bullet coming right through the door and grazing the left hand side of Steve’s abdomen. As he peered round the side of the door he noticed that the man had now taken a young boy hostage, his arm pinned around his chest as he dragged him backwards, the boy’s mother screaming and begging for him to stop. Steve tossed the door to the side, following him, his right hand clutching at the wound to his left side.

“Get back!” The man warned with the boy dangling in his arms as he backed away. Steve dodged another bullet, flattening himself against the wall. The man ran off towards the dockside and Steve followed, using a large iron buoy as shield from another incoming shot. He hastily continued, keeping his back to the damp brick of the shipping company building, and as he peered round the arch he saw the man raise his gun and press the barrel to the boys head.

Steve’s blood ran cold, “Wait, don’t! Don’t!” He protested, approaching with his arms up. At that the man pointed the gun at Steve and pulled the trigger, Steve automatically flinching as he awaited the shot that never came because the gun was empty. As he had nothing else to do, the hostile dragged the boy towards the side of the docks and Steve realised what he was intending to do.

“No! Don’t!”, but it was too late. With a shove the kid went flying into the water and the man turned, sprinting away. Steve ran to the edge to see the boy treading water, looking up at him.

“Go get him! I can swim!”

Decision made, Steve sprinted after his target who had disappeared, but as he ran he noticed to the right in the water some kind of sleek, black submarine pulling away. With a spring off the edge Steve dove into the icy, cold water, swimming in the vessel's slipstream. Whether the sub wasn’t going that fast, or if it was his ability to simply swim faster, Steve had no idea, but he caught it easily, punching a hole straight through into the cockpit, flooding it with water. He then wrenched the canopy open and pulled the man sharply upwards sending him flying straight out of the surface and onto the cold stone of the dockside where he landed with a thud.

Steve followed quickly, climbing a set of steps out of the water and as the man got up, Steve saw the flash of a blade in his hand. With reflexes his old neighbour’s cat would have been proud of, he dodged out of the way aiming a kick to the man’s chin which sent him sprawling backwards. The knife flew from his hand, but so did a familiar vial which Steve suddenly realised was full of Erskine’s serum. It shattered on the floor, the blue liquid pooling on the flags as Steve gripped the lapels of the man’s jacket, pulling him harshly forwards.

“Who the hell are you?” He demanded.

“The first of many," the man spoke in a thick accent. “Cut off one head-” at that he popped a tooth loose and swallowed it, looking at Steve, his jaw set, “-two more shall take its place.”

Steve frowned, perplexed as none of that made any sense, until he spoke again, through the foam that had now started to bubble from his mouth.

“Hail Hydra!”

With that the man gave a little grunt, his pupils completely dilated as he grew heavy and limp in Steve’s grip. Steve let go, the body falling to the ground as he straightened up, his chest heaving as he stared at the dead man on the floor.

Steve couldn’t help the disappointment flooding his system at the fact he hadn’t managed to capture him alive. But that said, whilst he hadn’t managed to find out who he was exactly, he now knew who he was working for and at least they’d managed to stop the serum from falling into the wrong hands.

The serum.

At that Steve glanced down at his hands, which were both significantly larger, then to his forearms where the muscles flexed as he opened and closed his fists. With everything that had happened he hadn’t had chance to appreciate the extent to which the procedure had actually enhanced him. He’d ran with a speed he had never thought possible, his lungs had stretched to a capacity that now, he thought about it, completely stunned him. His ability to swim the way he had was new, the way he could leap, the pure athleticism he had displayed in that short 10 minute chase was nothing short of astonishing.

His hands flew to his stomach to find a hard set of abs, his fingers tracing the definition of the planes of muscle under the wet t-shirt which clung to his body. His hands continued to move upwards almost tentatively, reaching the hard curve of his pecs and it was at that point a voice broke through his stunned thoughts.

“Steve!”

He looked up to see Agent Stark running towards him. Behind her Agent Carter and a few other soldiers and police officers were working to keep the now assembled crowd on the pier back. “Are you okay? You’re bleeding.”

Steve glanced down at his shirt and noticed for the first time the blood on the white material. He shook his head.

“He shot me but it's just a graze, I’m fine.” He jerked his head towards the guy on the ground by his feet. “More than can be said for him.”

Katie glanced down at the body on the floor, blinking as if she was seeing the dead man for the first time before she dropped to her knees, her fingers pressing into his neck checking for a pulse.

“Did he drown?” she asked, looking up.

“No.” Steve said, and he quickly explained about the submarine and pulling the man from the water. As he explained about the vial of serum, he saw Katie’s eyes flick to the broken glass on the floor before her face darted back to Steve as he told her about the man having loosened his tooth and bit something. “I’m not sure what it was but…”

“He bit something?” Katie’s entire face changed into a look of shock, her eyes darting side to side as she wrenched the guys mouth open, her fingers jamming straight inside.

Steve grimaced. “What…”

“Son of a bitch.” she pulled her hand back and knelt back on her heels, wiping her hands very ungracefully on the side of her skirt.

“I’m not…”

“Cyanide capsule.” She sighed, “A lot of the intelligence organisations provide them to their undercover agents and they keep them hidden in a false tooth. If you’re caught, you can effectively kill yourself before you’re taken and…well…”

“Tortured?” Steve finished for her. Katie took a deep breath and shrugged.

“Questioned was the word I was going to use but…” she shrugged, looking around. “He was clearly a Nazi Spy.”

Steve looked at her, nodding. “He was Hydra.”

“Hydra? Are you sure?”

“Heil Hydra.” Steve nodded as he looked down at the dead man, “Last thing he said before he died.”

Katie bit her lip, “Fuck.” She mumbled, before she looked up at Steve “Sorry, just, well Erskine warned Phillips not to be complacent about Schmidt but Phillips was adamant that Hitler was the big threat.” She bowed her head a little, her shoulder slumping and Steve took a deep breath as he realised that the Doctor was no longer with them having died in his arms little over 10 minutes ago. It left him feeling hollow, sick even and from the looks of it Katie was feeling just as bad.

But now wasn’t the time.

“I err…” Steve cleared his throat a little, composing himself. “I’m not following? Why did Erskine differentiate? I mean, I thought Hydra were Hitler’s deep science organisation?”

Katie glanced down once more before she turned her pretty face back to Steve, “Yes, they are. But Erskine always said Schmidt had ambitions beyond Hitler’s. Something Peggy backed up from her time undercover.”

At that point she made to stand and automatically Steve offered her his hand. She took it and he made to pull her up, but with his new strength he was far more forceful than he had meant to be and she gave a little yelp of surprise as she was jerked straight into his chest.

“Easy Soldier.” she gasped, her hands falling to his biceps as she steadied herself.

“Sorry," he hastily apologised, his own hands settling gently on either side of her ribcage, the rough tweed of her uniform jacket was prickly under the pads of his fingers. “I’m not used to…” he trailed off as he realised that not only was he looking down at her now, but his new large frame completely dwarfed hers.

“Don’t worry about it.” Her voice was equally breathy as his, her eyes still on his face and she gave him a little smile before she moved one hand upwards, gently cupping his cheek, almost as if she was checking something, which to be fair, she might have been. Steve had no idea what he looked like, he hadn’t seen a mirror yet. The only parts of him he’d managed to get a glimpse at so far were his arms and legs.

What he did know was that her touch was blazing on his skin, more than it had been the night before. He could hear her breathing too, and he could see every single detail on her face… and her eyes. Not only were they green, but they were the most gorgeous shade of green he had ever seen in his life. He could see the dots of brown speckled throughout and the slight ring of amber surrounding her irises, reminding him of the sun. Full of warmth and power….

“Hey, you ok?” Katie frowned.

“Yeah, erm, I just, I can see better.” He said simply, as her hand gently curled in on itself before she dropped it to her side. “Has it…” he began to ask and Katie smiled, shaking her head.

“Still handsome.” She smiled, and Steve felt his neck flush with heat again before a voice cut through their moment.

“Did you get it?” Colonel Phillips was striding towards them. Katie moved back from Steve, turning towards her Superior, steeling her composure.

“No, ” she shook her head, before gesturing to the shattered vial on the floor.

“Shit.” Phillips exclaimed with a groan.

“But neither did they.” Katie looked at him, before she turned to look at Steve once more, “And there is one upside to all this…”

“Don’t you dare tell me to look on the Brightside, Stark.” Phillips glared at her as she took a deep breath, realising her head, chin jutting defiantly towards him.

“At least we know it works," she said simply.

Phillips looked at her, then to Steve, before he gave a snort. “One isn’t enough.”

Steve inhaled deeply, his frustration mounting but it was Agent Stark that spoke next.

“Well, one is all you’ve got. I suggest you start treating him with a little more respect seeing as he just chased down a damned Hydra operative through twelve blocks of Brooklyn, pulled him out of some underwater craft and took a bullet for his troubles.”

Phillips’ jaw twitched at the way he was being spoken to and Steve grimaced slightly in anticipation of the incoming dressing down Katie was going to get, but it never arrived.

“Hydra?” the man blinked and Kate nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

Phillips took a deep breath and then turned to Steve, his eyes travelling up and down his body “Rogers, you hurt?”

“No sir.”

Philips inhaled again and then turned to Peggy “Agent Carter, I want a recovery unit down here for this so called underwater craft. You two…” he spun back to face Steve and Katie, “Back to the lab so the Medical Team can assess you. If you are truly the only super soldier I’m getting, then the last thing I want is you to drop dead of complications.”

“That means he cares," Katie looked up at Steve who glanced at her as he saw a smile tug at her lips.

“You’re gettin’ on my nerves,” Phillips pointed at her, before he gave her a filthy look and turned to leave.

“Is it authority in general you got a problem with or just him?” Steve asked after a moment or two and Katie let out a little chuckle.

“Believe it or not I actually like Chester.” She smiled, “I just enjoy irritating him more. Come on, we’re attracting a bit of a crowd so…” She gently squeezed his hand before she began walking the same way Colonel Philips had done a few moments before, Steve following, pausing slightly as he felt a tug on the side of his T-shirt. He stopped and turned to find the kid who he’d last seen bobbing up and down in the muggy water of the docks grinning up at him.

“That was swell!” The kid laughed and Steve raised his eyebrows.

“That’s not exactly the word I would use.”

“No, but the way you ran and jumped in and then threw him outta the water like BAM!” The kid smirked and Steve felt his cheeks growing warm at the praise, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. “What’s your name Mister?”

“Err Steve.”

“Marty!” A voiced called and the boy turned, Steve following his gaze to see a woman who had been stood talking to a police officer, hastily making her way over. “Come on…”

“Ma’am.” Steve greeted her as she stopped in front of him, taking a breath.

“You saved him.” She said, her voice cracking.

“Oh, no, I…”

“Thank you,” She stood on her toes and kissed Steve’s cheek before she dropped an arm round her son’s shoulders and turned him away, gently talking to him.

Steve stood stock still for a moment, swallowing, before he turned to see Katie watching him, her eyebrow arched a little, smile spread across her pretty face.

“A regular superhero,” she teased and Steve rolled his eyes at her as he fell into step besides her.

“Hardly.” He scoffed, “I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”

Katie stopped and turned to face him, shaking her head, “You don’t get it do you?”

“Get what?” He frowned as she began to walk again.

“How many other kids from Brooklyn do you know that would have just done what you did?”

“Well its hardly a fair comparison is it?” he asked as they walked down the side of the building, Katie nodding to Agent Carter as they passed “How many others do you know that just got converted into…well, a Super Soldier or whatever the hell they’re calling me?”

“You had no idea what that serum had done, other than make you taller,” she shot back as they moved back towards the entrance of the pier. “But you took off after that guy, without so much as a second thought for YOUR safety.”

“I just did what anyone would have done.” He sighed, a little uncomfortable at her praise.

She stopped at the side of a black car and turned to face him, her face soft, “No, you did what that kid from Brooklyn would have done.” Her eyes remained locked onto his before they were interrupted by an Army official who handed Steve a blanket. He took it with a thanks, wrapping it around his shoulders, despite the fact that he didn’t feel cold in the slightest, in fact he felt a pretty strong sense of warmth.

And as he watched Katie climb into the car he was pretty sure that wasn’t solely attributable to Erskine’s serum which was now coursing through his veins.

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The Kissing Challenge 7/8

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [PART 5] [PART 6] Grian grinned happily as he landed in the Hermitcraft Challenges area next to Mumbo. Apparently Mumbo had finished his challenge, which meant that Grian was also done with his, didn’t it? He’d be done with all the kissing… Not that it was that bad. He’d really gotten used to it and most of the other Hermit’s seemed to be more amused than annoyed by his new behaviour. He also didn’t know how he felt about suddenly stopping. It would mean he wouldn’t get to kiss...

“So I need to show you what I got”, Mumbo greeted him and then pulled out item after item from his shulker box. Grian wouldn’t admit it, but he was slightly impressed at how fast Mumbo had acquired all those things. Well… All those things except the bell maybe. That was rather unimpressive.

“I also brought something to show my progress”, Grian replied proudly once Mumbo was done and pulled out his book to throw it at his friend who barely managed to catch it. Turning the pages, a tiny blush began to appear on Mumbo’s cheek. Whether that was because he saw his own name or because of how many names were in there, Grian wasn’t sure.

“Well, I see Scar’s name in there quite a lot. Any Explanation?” Mumbo looked at him curiously, but Grian just shrugged.

“He is my neighbour, you know? I see him more often than the rest of you guys. And I don’t like to pass up any opportunity to make you happy.”

Mumbo raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully, but he didn’t say anything else on that matter and Grian was thankful for it. He didn’t want to think about any of those kisses meaning anything. It was just a prank after all.

He took the book back after Mumbo had read all the pages.

“Now that that is done, I think I won my challenge, right? You need to ring the bell!”, Mumbo finally concluded, a bright smile lighting up his face again.

Grian grumbled a little, looking at the bell like it had personally offended him. But he still punched against the metal. Mumbo laughed and then hit the bell as well. This whole thing was so absurd. “Congratulations Mumbo, you won. You got good. Now that this is over, I can stop with the kisses as well, right? You won, I didn’t.”

Mumbo only shook his head. “Oh no. Hermit Challenges is not about winning. It’s about the challenge. And I did challenge you for the whole season, didn’t I?”

“But you rang the bell!”

“Oh yeah I did… To tell you, good job so far, keep going!”

Grian frowned, but then a wicked grin appeared on his face. “Well you see Mumbo, if I’m not finished yet, that means I still have to keep going, right?”

Mumbo looked at him in confusion, but as he nodded something dawned on him and he shook his head. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh but Mumbo… You said it yourself. I need to keep going.” Grian walked up to Mumbo, who was standing with his back to one of the pillars now. “So I’ll keep going until you ring that bell announcing my victory”, he finished, grabbing Mumbo’s tie to pull him down. “And until then I think I need to visit you more often.” Grian pressed his lips onto Mumbo’s and enjoyed the blush that appeared on the other’s face. He kept the kiss short and chaste, but it was still enough to get Mumbo pretty flustered.

Grian was whistling a cheerful tune on his way back, walking through the forest instead of flying, just enjoying the soft breeze blowing through the trees. Sure, he had to continue that stupid challenge, but somehow he didn’t mind. He had fun and he hadn’t even gotten to all of the Hermits yet. He really wanted to put all of their names into his notebook at least once before the season was over. If he did something, he always did it right.

A beep came from his communicator and Grian looked at it, a pained grimace appearing on his face. So Scar was fighting the Wither, huh? Why would he do something like that now? Guys like them were supposed to buy their beacons. They weren’t good enough at the whole fighting thing… But well, maybe Cub was helping him. They usually partnered up for stuff like that.

Grian couldn’t help but grumble a little at the thought. Cub should really be more careful at protecting Scar if they were really fighting together.

Grian kept walking and another death message popped up on his screen, making him wince.

<Grian> You alright? Need any help?

Grian kept walking into the direction of their bases, mentally already planning what he would need to gather to join in on the fight. A few minutes passed without a reply, but there had been two more death messages and it made Grian worry a little. Tango had now also send a message, offering his help.

<Grian> Scar? Tell me where you are! I’m coming over to help. Respawning so often can’t be good for you.

And finally – finally – there was an answer. Just the coordinates and a short thank you, but that was enough. Grian flew off towards his base, gathering his stuff and almost crashing through his door in a hurry to get to the mine Scar must be in.

He jogged through a long tunnel and the sounds of fighting and a Wither on the lose grew louder.

“FUCK!” Scar’s voice echoed through the tunnel and Grian’s communicator beeped once more. He didn’t have to look at it to know that Scar had respawned again. Grian reached him a minute later, next to a makeshift quarter.

“You alright Scar?”, he asked, startling the other a little.

“Yeah sure...”, Scar replied, slowly turning away from the chest and looking at Grian with a weird look in his eyes, looking him up and down, as if he was searching for something. “You came to help me?”

“Of course I did! I can’t have you dying here! You had me really worried. And we still have a dinner date to get to this week after all. Can’t have you miss that.”

Scar’s eyes widened and whatever had bothered him seemed to disappear, as he smiled again. He gently grabbed Grian’s arm and pulled him into a hug, resting his head on Grian’s shoulder. “I knew he was wrong...”, Scar murmured so quiet, that Grian wasn’t sure, he had even understood that right, but before he could reply, Scar had raised his head and pressed a soft kiss onto Grian’s cheek.

“Scar… Why are you even fighting that thing alone? You know it’s dangerous.”

Scar looked a little guilty at that, but he simply shrugged. “I just I needed to get some steam out of my system, you know?”

“Couldn’t you have gotten Cub to help you?”, Grian asked.

Scar’s face hardened after that, turning into a scowl. “We… No, he’s the reason for this. We had a fight. Just… some differing opinions on,” Scar took a deep breath. “things. He’ll come around and see how wrong he was. I don’t really want to talk about that now. I know I’m right and everything will turn out fine. I just… I… Let’s go and kick that Wither’s ass. And after that… Maybe we could celebrate together.” Grian smiled at the pleading look Scar gave him and nodded, leaving Scar’s embrace reluctantly.

Grian stood in the destroyed cave, trying to catch his breath. He hadn't thought battling a Wither would be this hard. They had managed, but it had cost him a lot. His armour had been blown to pieces and he had to retreat more than once to get suited up again. Not to mention the trouble Scar’s ridiculous bed placement skills had given him. Just as the dust of the Wither blew away he could hear loud footsteps and Tango came rushing into the cave, all decked out in shining diamond armour, sword ready in his hands, looking like a dashing hero right out of a fairytale.

“I’m here. I’m…” He looked at Grian, then at Scar and then to the Nether Star in Scar’s hands. “Oh…”

Grian laughed a little and pushed one singed strand of hair out of his face, before walking up to Tango. “Thank god, Tango. You saved us all. You are my saviour”, he said and pretended to faint right into Tango’s arms, putting one of his own arms around Tango’s shoulders.

Tango looked at him in confusion and then to Scar, who just shrugged, and giggled. “You are welcome?”

Grian grinned and put his free hand onto Tango’s cheek. “Let me give you a token of my gratitude, dear knight”, he whispered in a low voice and then put his lips onto Tango’s. He had planned to make it a chaste kiss. Nothing special. He wasn’t sure if it would make Tango uncomfortable. But Tango seemed to have other plans. Confused, Grian noticed, that Tango’s eyes were still on Scar for a few more seconds, before he buried his hands in Grian’s hair and pulled him flush against his body.

Grian gasped in surprise and a tongue entered his mouth. Well… That was unexpected. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. He’d just never thought Tango to be up to a spontaneous Make-out session. He felt his heart beating faster, pressing his mouth harder against Tango’s, their tongues moving against each other. He could taste Tango in his own mouth and it was exhilarating. All thoughts left his head as he just tried to get even closer to the other body. He felt one hand wandering under his jumper and he let out a tiny moan into the kiss. Oh god… This was good. This was…

“Guys?”

Oh damn. Scar!

Grian broke the kiss a little abruptly, completely out of breath. Tango seemed unaffected, still grinning happily, his eyes wandering from Grian to Scar and back again.

“Well that was nice. I need to save you more often, Grian”, he said mockingly, planted another soft kiss onto Grian’s lips and laughed. “I’ll leave you two to it then. I bet you have a lot to talk about. Call me when there’s another Wither to fight, alright?” Grian was still slightly dazed as Tango looked past him at Scar, his grin becoming almost demonic, before he turned around and left them.

Grian’s heart was still beating unbelievably fast. But no longer because of Tango. He suddenly dreaded turning around and facing Scar. And he didn’t even understand why he reacted like that. He surely must have kissed someone in front of Scar again. They were neighbours after all and if visitors dropped by he never passed up the opportunity for a kiss. And why would he care about how Scar reacted anyways? Why would Scar care? Grian took a deep breath. He was no coward. He had no reason to be scared. Slowly he turned around and for a second there was an absolutely devastated look on Scar’s face, but it disappeared so fast Grian almost thought he must have imagined it.

They stood there in an uncomfortable silence for about a minute, uncertain what to say or how to proceed. That was until Scar finally spoke up.

“So Cub was right, huh? You really do go around the server kissing everybody just for fun?”

Grian looked at Scar in confusion, but then shrugged. “It’s just a joke. I mean you must have known about Mumbo’s challenge. Almost everybody does. But don’t worry, I try to keep it all in fun. I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable. Tango was a little unexpected though”, Grian replied, feeling even more heat rush to his face thinking about what had just happened.

“I see. Well… It’s all good then. Just some fun…” Scar smiled at him, but for some reason it felt off to Grian. He just couldn’t put his fingers onto it though. Maybe he was just tired after they fought the Wither together.

“Scar…?”

“Let’s go, Grian. We still have to talk payment for helping me with the Wither.”

Grian looked at Scar’s retreating back in confusion, but then shrugged it off. He was probably reading too much into it. Scar would have told him if something was wrong, wouldn’t he?

Grian slowly crept into the Guardian Shop. He needed Dark Prismarine. Again. It felt like the moment he had some of the materials he needed, there were already gone again. And the building of his mansion didn’t progress as fast as he had hoped. Impulse probably earned all of his diamonds from him. The problem was, Grian was almost out of diamonds. Between the building and planning he barely had time to go mining any more. And because his own shop wasn’t done yet he had no other real source of income. He was willing to sacrifice a lot for his base to look just like he wanted it to.

As he opened the chest an impressed whistle left his mouth. He was lucky. Impulse had restocked and nobody else had raided the shop yet. If he got all of the blocks, he might be able to finish the front. Then it would at least look finished from one angle.

In a rush, Grian took all of his diamonds from his Enderchest to switch them out for a few stacks of Dark Prismarine. He didn’t even get half of what Impulse had in stock. Maybe… Maybe he could take a little more. Maybe he’d just write an ‘I owe you’ note and get away with it. Such a note could be far more valuable than diamonds sometimes. Impulse could get almost anything from him with that note.

Having made up his mind, Grian put a paper onto the shulker box, bending over it to write. Just as he was finished he felt the warmth of a body against his as someone was leaning over him to read the note.

“‘I needed some more Dark Prismarine. I owe you, G.’… Well look at that. So early in the season and you are already getting into debt? That isn’t healthy at all, Grian. I can’t support that bad habit of yours.”

Grian hurriedly turned around, looking straight at Impulse, who smirked at him just like he always did, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“You could have just asked, you know. I’m sure I would have come up with a really creative payment method. Just like old times, when I helped you with your redstone and you got down onto your knees and…”

Grian hurriedly shut up Impulse by pressing one of his hands over the other’s mouth. He didn’t need to hear anything about that time. It had been just once and they had both been high on some stuff Ren had smoked with them.

“That was just once! You agreed that we wouldn’t talk about that again! I won’t ever pay you like that again. ‘m not that easy…”

Impulse eyes still looked amused and suddenly a tongue darted out of his mouth, licking over Grian’s hand. He pulled it away as fast as he could, stumbling back and landing in a sitting position on the barrel he had just emptied.

“We only agreed to never talk about it again in company. I don’t see anybody around here. But it’s fine with me. I only have fun with those who want to have fun. Not even an ‘I Owe you’ note changes that. I’m just wondering, what you are willing to do if I offer you a Shulker filled with Dark Prismarine for free… What is it worth to you, Grian? How badly do you need it?”, Impulse asked in a low voice, leaning against the wall, basically looming over Grian.

“I mean...” Grian felt heat rise into his cheek, as he averted his eyes. He had meant what he said, about no longer paying Impulse like that, but he couldn’t get the memory out of his mind. But that still left the question: What was he willing to offer? “What would you give me for a kiss?”, he finally made his offer, not sure if Impulse would really be satisfied with that. But hey, it would help Grian with his challenge… And he’d rather not repeat the failure that had been his experience with Doc… Though he was still pretty sure, that it had just been the stress getting to his head that time.

“Well if we talking of a peck I’d give you a stack. I’d say half a barrel for-”

Grian didn’t let Impulse finish, pulling him down by his shirt to smash their mouths together. He could hear Impulse chuckle against his lips and then Impulse pressed back with even more enthusiasm. They separated a few times only for their lips to meet again. Somewhere in between kisses Impulse had moved from his looming position to sitting in Grian’s lap, the barrel creaking below their combined weight, but none of them cared enough to notice.

Suddenly there was a hand on Grian’s back, moving lower and lower and making its way under his waistband. And Grian just froze. He didn’t even know why. It was like back at Doc’s mansion. It felt like he was doing something utterly wrong here and it all came crashing down on him.

Impulse’s hand retreated at once and he broke the kiss to look at Grian in worry.

“Sorry. I guess I misinterpreted the mood there. You alright, little guy?”

Grian shrugged helplessly. Was he okay? He didn’t know. He had always done these casual hookups before. Why wouldn’t they work for him anymore? A thought tried to come to the forefront of his mind, but Grian pushed it down as hard as he could. He was alright. He was just a little off, that’s all. He had been losing too much sleep over building. It had nothing to do with...

“It’s alright, Impulse. I’m… just not… I don’t know… feeling it?”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Grian opened his mouth, so close to spilling all of those things that had been on his mind lately. He really needed someone to talk about it and a sudden burst of courage overcame him to say aloud what he hadn’t even dared to think about before.

“I think I might be fall-”, Grian started, when someone slammed open the door to Impulse’s shop and froze. Etho stood in the door frame, with wide eyes, taking in the scene before him. The way Impulse still sat on Grian, both of them out of breath, their lips an angry red.

“Oh… Well that is interesting now isn’t it? Not the place I’d pick to get into the mood for a quick-” “Etho!”, both Impulse and Grian interrupted in unison, looking at Etho, who just shrugged, grinning at them.

“Hey, you fuck in the shopping district, you gotta live with the audience… Gotta admit, it’s a nice way to draw attention to your business, Impulse. Will that be the new add campaign? Buy this Prismarine and the hot guys will be falling for you?”, Etho kept on teasing, the smirk clearly visible below his mask. “I wouldn’t mind to have you sit on my lap as part of a business deal.”

Impulse groaned and finally stood up, turning his back onto Grian. “You are an idiot! I swear the next time you buy something here I’ll double the price!”

“Ooooh, so I get double the amount of kisses? Done! You got a deal, sir. No take-backs now!”

The two kept on bickering and Grian used the opportunity to compose himself, standing up slowly and taking a deep breath. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ll leave now. I’ll just pick up the Prismarine next time I’m here.”

“Grian, wait...” Impulse tried to stop him, but Grian pressed past him and Etho, hurrying to get out of the shopping district. “Grian, please. We should talk. You’re not okay. I’m sorry, I...”

But Grian shook his head, fumbling to get his rockets out and soaring into the sky. The small moment in which he had almost been ready to talk about his feelings, or whatever was going on with him, had been long gone. Now all he wanted to do was throw himself head first into some more building.

Flying high over the island, he suddenly noticed a huge stage that hadn’t been there before and it caught his interest. Turning around once more to make sure Impulse had stayed back, Grian landed in the middle of the stage, looking at the signs. A head hunting game? Well that sounded like something that would help him relax a little. Nothing better than an opportunity to cause some chaos.

Grian smiled to himself as he put Zedaph’s head onto the board at Cleo’s minigame. He felt pretty good about his little stunt there. Nobody had expected him to interfere. He wasn’t that good at fighting after all. But being sneaky was probably the only way he could win this game at the moment. He wasn’t a total asshole, though.

He finished putting Zedaph’s stuff into a shulkerbox, intending to just leave it here for him to find. He didn’t want to be hit for being a nice guy after all. The only thing he had miscalculated was Zedaph’s spawn point. Apparently it hadn’t been in his base but right here in the shopping district.

The blonde was running up to him and Grian readied himself for another fight. That was until he saw the broad grin on Zedaph’s face. He also wasn’t armed at all. If Grian wanted to be mean, he could kill him all over again and get a few more points for a second head.

Well, it looked like both he and Zedaph knew he wouldn’t stoop so low.

“I collected your stuff”, he simply said, gesturing vaguely to the shulkerbox next to him.

“Thanks, mate! It would have been annoying to lose everything.”

Grian had never really interacted with Zedaph much last season and seeing him up close like that. Well he was nice on the eyes… And still missing for his challenge. Some small voice inside him, tried to hold back Grian, reminding him of his encounter with Impulse the day before, but he decided to ignore it.

“Hey how about a little thank you.”

“… For killing me?”

Grian blushed a little. Yeah, that might have sounded utterly stupid. “No for sticking around to get your stuff and risking being killed by you, Cleo or Keralis. I mean I am a good guy and do it out of the kindness of my heart, but if you were to give me a little thank you kiss, I wouldn’t say no to that.”

Zedaph stopped rummaging through the shulker, apparently frozen at such a blunt request. “What?!”

“Well you don’t have to, if you are scared…” Grian’s grin widened and he tried to look as innocent as possible. I just thought it would be nice to find out who’s the best kisser of Team ZIT. Tango and Impulse weren’t as reserved as you. Amazing kissers those two. But if you aren’t as brave as…”

Grian never got to finish that sentence as soft lips pressed onto his. And while Zedaph wasn’t as aggressive as Tango or Impulse had been, he wasn’t shy by any means. It only took a few seconds for a tongue to enter his mouth and hands to land on his butt.

When they separated, they both were a little out of breath, lips red and wet.

“So… Who is the best kisser of Team Zit, huh?” Zedaph looked at him in amusement before stepping back, a cheeky grin on his lips.

Grian couldn’t help but grin as well. Zedaph’s good mood was really infectious. “Would you let me kill you once more if I said you’re the best I ever had?”

Zedaph just laughed, shaking his head. “You probably say that to all the guys you kiss.”

#🍉 stories #hermitship #hermitshipping #tkc #we reached the beginning of the end #things getting serious now #also i wrote tango's part reaaaally early in the story #that part is the reason i decided on making it scarian #I'm so glad I made that decision! :)

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justpan · 4 years

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Title: Unwilling Bride

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Summary: Pirates are planning an attack and all hands are on board to prepare for battle...maybe even the wrong hands.

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Now that Bae had “escaped” the island, it was just a waiting game.

Waiting for him to grow up and meet the product of true love so that they could create the truest believer.

Peter of course kept his eyes on this but there was very little he could do to hurry things along, no matter how much he wished he could have.

You wished that there was something you could do to help him, but there wasn’t anything that you could do either; plus you weren’t sure if he wanted to talk to you at all at this point.

Now that you and Rufio were an item.

It seemed like things around camp were still trying to find a new way to operate; everyone was walking on eggshells either around Pan or you and Rufio. Despite how often you assured the Lost Boys that you no longer harbored any ill feelings for your ex.

Of course you and Peter weren’t exactly friendly enough to spend time together away from camp business but you were at least able to speak with each other directly, which was a huge improvement.

Business was all it was though, it was like he had decided to keep you at an arm's length, and you understood why.

You couldn’t stand to even see him walking toward Wendy’s hut back when you had first divorced, you couldn’t imagine seeing him with her the way he saw you with Rufio.

Laughing by fires, playfully wrestling during training and sneaking off to your little hide away for more...intense making out.

To his credit Peter never seemed to hold a grudge against Rufio, not that he really could without being obvious. Rufio was a great addition to the Lost Boys; he was an amazing hunter and he had even begun training other boys in acrobatics, showing them how to use the trees of Neverland to their advantage.

Things were tense but they were working, you were happy.

Only one thing seemed to be an issue… Wendy.

She had apparently complained and whined enough about feeling cooped up in that hut that Pan had finally caved and given her one simple task.

Berry and herb collecting.

The most basic chore, and it had been basically marked as pointless since the pirates delivered plenty of food and herbs, but the little twit felt like she was contributing to the camp.

You were sitting down skinning today’s kill when Wendy came and sat next to you, staring at you wordlessly.

‘What do you want?’ you asked in annoyance as you stayed focused on the rabbit you were busy with.

‘I want to be friends with you.’ she said quickly.

‘Why? Because I’m the only girl here, want to braid each other’s hair and talk about all the cute boys here?’ you scoffed.

‘No…’

You looked at her from the corner of your eye.

‘Well, we don’t have to braid hair or talk about boys...but it would be nice to be friends with at least one person here, and I have nothing in common with the boys.’ Wendy confessed.

‘You have nothing in common with me, other than what’s between your legs.’

‘That can’t be true, my mother always told me every woman has something in common with another.’

‘Really? Have you ever shot an arrow, or been hit by one?’ you asked.

‘No!’ Wendy gasped in horror.

‘Skinned any squirrels?’

‘No.’

‘Then not a lot in common.’

‘Have you ever...bled through your skirts?’ Wendy tried.

The laugh that shot out of you nearly startled you, you had never thought that she would bring up the thing one the two of you would have in common.

‘Of course I have!’ you laughed.

As you continued to laugh Wendy joined in as well and you thought of how confused all the boys must be to see the two of you laughing together, and that just made you laugh harder.

‘Oh my God! Sit down you daffodil, if you can handle the shit show that is your period then you can handle skinning a few squirrels.’ you invited, handing her a squirrel and a skinning knife.

The girl looked horrified, but she took the two items, holding them like they were poisonous.

‘We are not friends, but I think your life here would be better if you stopped being so soft. That’s why the boys are so annoyed by you, you try to apply your stupid manners to them; manners that mean dog shit in a place like this.’ you explained as you showed her how to cut through the skin and pull it off in one go.

‘I know...it's just hard to forget how I was raised.’

‘Where you from Wendy, Oz? Boys from there always seem to be more polite.’ you conversed as you watched her struggle to remove the skin like you showed her.

‘Oz...no I’m from England.’

‘England? As in my world? Do you know anything about America?’ you asked, suddenly interested.

‘America? Yes I believe that’s where the bad people are sent to work.’ she said as she finally completed her task, proudly showing off her feat.

‘Yikes so you are from WAY back in the day.’ you sighed.

The two of you conversed while you skinned the game, Wendy of course sticking to the smaller animals while you tackled the deer and boar.

Eventually Rufio came up to you and kissed your cheek.

‘Stop it, I'm busy.’ you smiled, making no move to push him off.

‘What if I came to help? Can I stay then?’ he asked, holding up his own knife.

‘Depends, did you sharpen all the weapons, that was your chore for the day.’

Your boyfriend made a completely offended face, showing you his knife again.

‘Look at this beauty, have you ever seen a blade so sharp? I think I might cut myself just by looking at it.’ he boasted.

‘It is a lovely piece of work.’ Wendy spoke up politely.

Rufio sent her a look as if he was only now seeing her right there, then he looked over to you in confusion.

‘We’ve found common ground over the fact that both of our vaginas shed.’ you smiled.

‘Great...is this that feminism you told me about?’ he asked as he took hold of a boar and started skinning it.

‘Part of it.’ you answered.

The three of you made basic small talk as you skinned all your animals and once you were finished Tootles came to take them and make jerky.

‘I don’t understand why everyone still hunts, the pirates bring us plenty of food.’ Wendy said.

‘Keeps my boys sharp, I don’t need a camp full of fat lazy hormonal idiots. This island would eat them alive, and Pan has a reputation that is bound to lead someone with bad intentions our way. If my parents did me any favors it was teaching me to always be prepared for a shit show.’ you said.

‘And it’s fun, not like there is anything else to do but beat the hell out of each other and descend into chaos. We need the organization.’ Rufio said as you all looked over at a random brawl that was taking place.

‘This is organized?’ Wendy asked in horror.

‘Completely organized.’ Felix said as he approached your little trio.

‘Oh looky here, where have you been Fruitcake?’ Rufio smiled.

‘With Pan.’ the scarred boy replied.

‘With Pan as in...with Pan.’ you teased, lowering the tone in your voice.

‘As in we have real business to discuss, come on I’ll fill you in on the way.’ he said as he walked past.

‘His bedside manner needs a lot of work.’ you sighed as you bid your boyfriend and Wendy farewell.

Felix led you toward Peter’s Thinking Tree, a place you were not too fond of, considering he had tied you to it when you first met.

‘What’s going on?’ you asked.

‘Pirates, looks like they might be up to something, deliveries are coming later and shorter and they seem to be getting a bit too bold. Pan thinks they might be preparing to attack.’

‘That makes no sense, from how it was explained to me they got a pretty sweet deal with us. Why attack and risk losing it?’

‘They are dumb adults with too much pride.’ Felix said in annoyance.

‘Now that you know what I do, tell me something I don’t know. Like how are things with you and the Rooster.’

‘Things are great, he’s great and he treats me great. Things with him just flow naturally with no rush and no hesitation. I really like him.’ you answered.

‘So it’s boring.’ Felix hummed.

‘No! It is not boring, it's...safe. I like him and he likes me, we get along and he’s sweet and attractive as hell. Nothing is wrong with us, we are a good couple.’ you defended.

‘Safe? Look at where you live...you don’t like safe (Y/N).’ he said.

‘I do like safe, when it comes to relationships. I like knowing that I’m never going to wake up one day and everything between me and Rufio has just...changed. Or worry that the whole time it was all just some scheme.’

‘I can’t speak on whatever Pan’s plans are or were, but I can say he seemed happier with you. I think it was real.’ Felix reasoned.

‘So did I, but then it wasn’t, then he told me it was. It was all such a yo-yo game and I just can’t get back on the string man. Rufio is safe and I like that...I need that.’ you finished.

‘Fine, your business I guess, but my curiosity begs to know...how safe is my friend.’ Felix asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘How far have you two gotten? The bastard won’t tell me anything.’

‘Well Nosy, if you must know; we’ve done…’ you paused.

‘You’ve done what?’ he urged.

‘...pretty much the same as I did with Peter.’ you grinned as your friend rolled his eyes.

‘So still no real sex, I honestly don’t know how you’ve waited this long, Lord knows I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a good chunk of these boys.’

‘Even Rufio?’ you gasped.

‘Ew no...it’s practically incest, even I have some morality.’ he laughed.

At last you two arrived at the thinking tree and saw Peter sitting at the roots, twirling the vile of fairy dust he wore on his neck.

About a year ago the Thinking Tree went dry and he couldn’t get anymore so he was saving the last of his supply for an emergency. So that meant no more flying for him and you could all tell that it depressed the hell out of him.

‘Felix filled me in. What’s the plan and what do I need to do?’ you asked as you crouched down in front of him.

‘They’re camping near Mermaid Lagoon, which is risky but smart. If I weren’t so clever I’d never expect anyone to anchor their ship in such a dangerous spot and they could creep on through the woods around the Forgotten Forest and ambush our camp.’ Pan explained as he drew a crude map in the dirt to show the path from the Lagoon to your camp.

‘But you are clever, so what are we going to do when they attack?’ Felix asked as he leaned against the tree.

‘Place the archers in the trees, clubs and swords in the bushes, nice and swift battle.

‘Are you kidding me?’ you scoffed.

‘What is wrong with that plan?’ Pan asked.

‘Nothing, if you want casualties and a boring fight no one is going to think about next week.’ you said.

With a slightly disappointed sigh you wiped away his map and drew your own.

‘Move the camp, leave the clearing empty to make the battlefield, have fences built in to trap the pirates in once they arrive. When that is done clubs and swords drop down from the trees; leave the archers on the ground behind the trees and bushes. Once they are ready to flee we let down the fence and send them off knowing not to attack us ever again.’ you explain as you drew out your plan in the dirt.

‘That’s huge.’ Felix said as he also crouched down to look over your plan.

‘It is...so big no one would even think to expect it… but it might be too big. I expect an attack in a matter of weeks. We don’t have time to build fences and move the camp.’ Pan argued.

‘Then I will magic the camp into a new spot and that will give the boys more time to work on the fences.’

‘I can have our best builders working on it now. And the rest can compact the camp so it's easier for (Y/N) to move.’ Felix added.

Peter looked hesitant but he nodded and sent Felix off.

You were considering leaving too but something in your gut was telling you that Peter was upset about something.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Try that with someone else who doesn’t know you, you’ve been frowning since you heard my plan.’

‘Your plan is great...perfect even.’

‘So what is the issue, do you think it’s too risky?’

‘No, I just...I would have liked to have been a part of it more but I can’t do much to help with how weak my magic is becoming. If it weren’t for my shadow, I wouldn’t have even known something was wrong since I can’t patrol the island anymore.’ he said as he stood up.

‘Hey, you are doing plenty and we will get through this, it’s child’s play.’ you assured him.

‘You don’t need to placate me (Y/N), it doesn’t help. I’ll just keep eyes on the pirates for now and I’ll let you know when they are close.’ Peter said as he turned to walk away.

‘Wait.’

Peter turned back and looked at you.

‘The boys miss you at camp, and now more than ever they are going to want to see you. It’s nice to see the person you follow into battle and I don’t think they want to see you full of doubt.’

‘I doubt they want to see how useless I am now, do you think they follow me because of my winning personality? It’s my power that they respect and I’m losing it (Y/N), once that’s gone I’m going to lose them.’ he said before walking away.

You wished you could say something to say make him feel better but you know deep down he was right. Every single Lost Boy survived their old lives by being cut throat and while here there was an obvious hierarchy you had to imagine a good amount of them still had ambition.

Without Pan at the helm the island would descend into pure chaos and mutiny.

You had to shake away those thoughts and focus on what was happening now; pirate attacks.

There was a lot of work to be done and thankfully Felix wasted no time on briefing the boys on what was about to go down and got them in action immediately.

‘Pull as much as you can into your tents, its easier to move full tents than everything item by item! Move it boys, this isn’t a game, pack this shit in, fill the tent’s to the brim!’ you yelled as you entered the camp.

It was full on panic as everyone was running around picking up everything they could pick up and placing it in tents. Whenever one was full you would send it off to another clearing that was closer to your little room but further from the Lagoon.

You found it so odd sometimes, your magic still felt as strong as it had always been, but Peter’s seemed to fade more and more as the days went on. You imagined it had to do with his ties to that Hourglass and the island.

Eventually the sun was setting, another thing that was odd to you, daylight felt like it only lasted five hours. At first you wanted to chop it all up to time being useless here and you simply losing track of it, but one day you took the time to pay attention and you knew it for sure.

Plants were drying, animals were becoming harder to find, days were shortening and Peter’s magic was weakening...it wasn’t hard for you to put it all together.

The island was dying, and Peter was scared.

With it being dark now and the temperature dropping you let them all turn in, letting everyone know it was going to be an early start tomorrow.

You noticed Wendy hadn’t been helping too much with heavy lifting but it looked like she was at least trying. Took her about thirty seven years but she was finally putting in the effort to try and help around camp.

For the next two weeks everyone was focused on the tasks at hand, building fences and preparing for the attack.

Everything was perfect and everyone was excited for what was sure to be an easy win and an epic battle; even Wendy who was certainly not fighting in it, but she would play a very big part in it.

You had sent her off to make sure the tents were being sent to the right clearing, in other words you were getting her out of the way.

What you didn’t plan on was her being dumb enough to get lost in the Forgotten Forest, the one place even Pan’s shadow couldn’t navigate and you certainly didn’t think the Pirates were also that foolish.

But at last they were, and they did cross paths.

Wendy stood before this large group of filthy men and their weapons and she felt frozen with fear as they looked at her, taking in her stupid cute dress and defenseless self.

‘Well boys looky what we have here, I guess even Pan needs to have his needs met.’ Hook smiled dangerously as he approached the frozen girl.

He raised his hook and threateningly slid it down her face, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.

‘P-please don’t.’ she said as a tear fell from her eyes.

‘Oh sweetheart what do you think of us? We would never hurt such a young...cooperative girl like you.’ he said with a dark look.

#peter pan imagine #ouat imagine #peter pan ouat #peter pan x reader #Felix #reader x rufio #hook ouat #unwilling bride series

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free-pool-trash · 4 years

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Ghost - Four x Reader (6 Underground)

REMEMBER WHEN I ASKED IF ANYBODY WANTED THIS BUT THEN DIDN’T CARE AN DID IT ANYWAY? HI IT’S 2:23 AM.

Hi, I’ve not read through this but like it was in my head so I had to do it, enjoy xoxo

Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4.5K

"What do you mean he's dead?" You asked dumbly, eyes searching the man across from you for any sign that he was lying. You know how lads do, they take the piss for fun, to get a reaction, you really wished this was one of those times. You knew something was off from the second Billy's brother showed up at your doorstep, since your best friend ran off to who knows where to do who knows what you'd fallen out of contact with his family, especially his brother. God that guy was a wanker. So his appearance definitely left a sour taste in your mouth from the get-go.

"Don't play dumb. You heard me, love." You knew then he wasn't lying, he wasn't very good at hiding things anyway, that much you knew from how red hot he acted around the police.

Billy's brother was just like him, a thief. The only difference between the two was that his brother was older, slower and more of a prick. Still, you shook your head at him, Billy was reckless sometimes, sure, but he was smart, there's no way he could have gotten himself killed. His brother sighed before piping up again, "You know better than anyone our Billy handled some risky jobs. He bit off more than he could chew and it caught up to him. You were the one who tried to convince him to stay, there's nothing more you could've done for him, darlin', don't beat yourself up, right?" He stood up and placed a rough hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze and making his way out of your living room and towards the front door, stopping in the doorway and speaking up one last time before showing himself out.

"Funeral is on Sunday, he'd want you there."

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Nothing about what was happening felt real.

You'd shown up to your best friend's funeral, only 4 other people had bothered to show their faces. His mother, his brother and two of his old "work friends", neither of the two so called 'friends' even stayed until the end.

It made your heart ache, made you feel sick even, Billy was into some sketchy shit but he was good and kind and he deserved better than this.

His mother held onto your hand tightly as she cried, watching her son's empty coffin, as no body had been recovered from the accident he'd been in, was lowered into the ground leaning on you for support as her eldest son stood in the distance acting as if he had some place better to be.

Once the ceremony had ended, Billy's brother left quickly, leaving yourself and his mother at the boy's grave. You hadn't cried yet, you guessed that you were just in shock, your body was numb and your brain was a mess, you couldn't even remember if you'd eaten anything in the last three days. But as you took a proper look at the fresh grave and the gravestone above it with the name of someone who knew you better than yourself, a boy who you had made some of the best memories of your life with, when you finally took in what exactly it was that you were looking at your lip began to quiver and you couldn't stop the sob that ripped from your throat. Billy's mother was quick to wrap her arms around you and let you cry into her shoulder, for all the years she has known you, since you and Billy had taken a shine to each other back when you were both sixteen, she'd known you to be quite the fighter, the kind of girl who kept her negative emotions to herself and the kind of girl who always tried her best not to let a single tear slip unless nobody was watching, she knew today would be different though.

"You know, he'd be really happy that you're here, you were always his favorite person, apart from me." She told you softly trying to lighten your mood at the end, her hand running up and down along your back, your frame was shaking as you cried and the older woman continued. "He'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this but he really did love you, (Y/n)."

You nodded into her shoulder sniffling in an attempt to calm your crying, you'd known he loved you, he told you before he'd ran off away to Europe. "Yeah, I love him too. Wish he wasn't such an idiot though." You whispered, pulling away from his mother and wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your black jumper, the same jumper Billy had told you he loved seeing you wear a few months ago before he left.

His mother smiled a sad smile at you, "I know, love, me too. At least we have each other to talk to about it, yeah? No more of this falling out of contact business." She chided softly, giving your arm a small squeeze. "I'll be around this time I promise." You told her, no hint of a smile on your face, just guilt in your eyes that you'd drifted from her in the first place after she'd been so good to you during your teenage years, but just like her son, she was sweet, understanding and she didn't hold anything against you.

"Good. Now I'm gonna sit in the car, you stay here and say whatever it is that you have to say to him, okay? After that me and you will chat over a few drinks." She gave your arm one last comforting squeeze and headed to her car to wait.

Heaving out a sigh and attempting to regain control of your breathing you looked up into the cloudy grey sky and started to let your thoughts spill out from your mouth. "I'm so fucking sorry, Billy." Your voice was uneven, shaky.

"I should have tried harder to make you stay, should've slashed your tires or something." You said laughing dryly.

"I know you were probably scared, I really really fucking hope you're not anymore." You started to cry again, your breath now coming out in high pitched wheezes. "I'm going to try not to think about that part too much. I just-"

You took in a deep breath and wiped your face with your sleeves again, trying your best to compose yourself, he wouldn't want to see you like this.

"I love you, Billy. I'm not gonna say goodbye right now, because that's too final and I'm not sure if I can accept this just yet… so I love you and I'll talk to you later, yeah?" Deciding that was all you had in you for the day, you kissed your finger, pressed it against Billy's gravestone and then made your way to the car.

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One watched as Billy, or now Four, let tears fall down his cheeks as he listened to the girl, and out of all the fake funerals he'd had to watch so far, this was definitely the worst and not just because of the girl.

One, no longer being able to keep his curiosity at bay opened his mouth, "So what is she to you exactly?"

Four didn't look at the older man but he did answer, his voice shaky and uneven, just like the girl's had been, "My best mate. Name's (Y/n)."

One raised an eyebrow at his response, something wasn't adding up. "Not your girlfriend?" Four let our a dry laugh, shaking his head but not tearing his eyes away from you.

"No. Not my girlfriend." He turned to look at One then added, "Do love her to bits, though." One nodded in understanding, he could tell Four would gladly get into the topic of this (Y/n) girl had One given him the opportunity to, but he felt like he knew enough and it was time for Four to move on.

"Looks like the shows over, kid." One stated as they watched her walk towards the graveyard car park.

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"You think you could give me a hand going through his things? His room is still as he left it, didn't bring much with him when he went away." Billy's mother asked you, as you both finished up your drinks, you nodded your head in reply.

"You looking to do it now?" You asked her, knowing that she probably wanted it over and done with, she'd never been the kind of woman to wallow in the time you've known her. "If you don't have any other plans for today."

"Course not. M'all yours." She smiled gratefully at you and beckoned you to follow her as she got up, heading towards her car again. You'd only had a drink each and the house wasn't far so she got into the driver's seat, you rode shotgun beside her and you soon arrived at what used to be Billy's house, but now it was just his mum's.

Going through his things felt surreal, surreal in the most gut wrenching way imaginable, deciding what of his things to keep or throw out was the stuff of a nightmare you wish you could wake up from.

His mum sent you down to the kitchen to make tea for the pair of you as she needed a minute alone, which you completely understood and got busy boiling the kettle and preparing the two cups of tea.

Slowly you headed back up the narrow stairs of the two story terraced house, careful not to spill the tea you were holding in each hand.

On arrival back in Billy's room, his mum was placing things into a cardboard moving box that hadn't been there when you had left to make the tea nearly ten minutes ago, setting her mug of tea on the nightstand and receiving a nod of appreciation in return, you took a sip of your own tea, sitting on the edge of Billy's bed and cradling the cup close to your face as you asked, "What's that one for?"

In response the blonde woman stood up from her place on the floor, the fairly large box between her arm and hip, and sat beside you on the bed, the box in-between the both of you.

She smiled kindly at you, her smile was exactly like his, they were so alike it almost made you want to cry. "This one's for you, love."

When you only looked at her she nudged the box closer to you, "Go on, open it."

With care you lifted the boxes cardboard tabs and began to look through it, willing yourself not to cry, no matter what she had placed in the box.

As much as you tried, as soon as the scent of one of his jumpers hit your nose you knew there was no way going through this box was going to be a tear free endeavour.

First you pulled out a few items of his clothing, a few jumpers and a few of his t-shirts that you already knew you'd be sleeping in until his scent was replaced with your own.

Second was a framed picture from his 18th birthday, it was of you and him, the both of you absolutely sloshed and hanging out of each other. Despite how drunk you were when that picture was taken you remembered it so clearly, Billy had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you'd thrown both of your own around his neck, Billy being the most chaotic drunk ever had the buttons of his shirt almost completely undone as his free hand pulled one of your legs over his lap, you'd thrown your head back in drunken laughter and Billy had the brightest smile on his face. You laughed looking at the picture now, it was the messiest thing you'd ever seen but it was absolutely perfect.

Placing it on your lap you dove your hand back into the box, more clothes were pulled out and his mum had thrown in trinkets from around his room along with jewelry he'd stolen and at the very bottom there were two things in particular that made your heart break and flutter simultaneously.

Before you'd even fully recovered it from the box his mum spoke up, "Found those in the back of his wardrobe."

The item you'd pulled out first was in an envelope that looked like the kind to hold a birthday card, but it weighed more than a regular card and felt like there was something inside it, it had your name written on the outside in the sloppy handwriting that you knew belonged to Billy. You figured it was a birthday card he'd gotten you before he left and didn't get a chance to give you since he left before your birthday and was MIA during it. Gently you opened the envelope, trying your best not to rip the paper as you did. You took out the card first the weighted item sliding to the corner of the envelope, it was indeed a birthday card, one of those stupid novelty ones with the joke about how old you were getting on the front of it. Giggling at the stupidity of the front of the card you opened it up to have your giggles hushed as you read the card,

"Hi, love.

Got you this card way too early but doesn't matter because at least now I won't forget to get one.

Hope you like gift (check the envelope if you haven't already ;)) stole it specifically for you, knew you've been wanting it for a while…

Hope you're having the best day and if you're reading this it means I'm with you and it's about to get so much better ;)

lots of love from Billy x"

God, you really did think that you'd be sick after reading his card, he wasn’t with you while you read it and he’d never be with you again. You’re head was spinning at the thought, your heart threw the floor. Slowly you reached over to your side to pick the pink envelope up again. For the millionth time that day a cry left your lips as you picked the necklace out of the paper casing of the envelope.

You had been wanting it for a while but it was too expensive and you'd made peace with the fact that you'd probably never have it. Billy really was something else.

"Here. One last thing." His mother told you, not letting you get too caught up in your own thoughts as she handed you another picture, this one wasn't in a frame.

It seemed that yourself and your best friend only took decent pictures together when completely wasted. This one was taken by a mutual friend at a house party, the summer before he left so not all that long ago.

You'd both gate-crashed a party, neither one of you had been invited to, in one of the posh suburban neighborhoods, not that anyone had noticed, the place was full with people in their early twenties, all of whom way too high or drunk to notice that you and Billy were uninvited guests.

Whoever was hosting the party, you couldn't remember, but they had a poor and from the picture you remembered that Billy was having the absolute time of his life drunk as fuck and half naked, his shirt nowhere to be seen in the photo.

You weren't much better, arms wrapped around Billy's middle in a side hug, chin on his shoulder, looking up at him with a smile you hadn't seen yourself sport since he'd went away. He had the same smile looking down at you, though. His curls sticking to his forehead and green eyes almost glowing as he gazed at you. Black ink stained the undeveloped side of the photo, again it was in Billy's messy handwriting, "Me and my best girl 22nd July"

You really weren't sure how you were supposed to go on knowing that you were never going to see him again. It wouldn't be easy, that's all you knew. And to be completely honest? You were shit scared thinking about it.

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-4 MONTHS LATER-

Things definitely hadn’t been easy for you since Billy’s funeral. Not too long after sorting through his stuff you’d started having nightmares, they were always the same. You’d see him get himself killed without being able to help, you could never move, never scream, they were pure torture and they were every single night.

You’d spoken to his mum about it, she had them too so you didn’t mind telling her. It was when you started seeing his face everywhere you went that the trouble really started, you remembered calling his mother in a panic of tears and breathless cries telling her that he was everywhere, that he kept disappearing whenever you tried to follow, how you wanted it to stop, how you couldn’t take it.

She’d practically dragged you to the doctor’s office the next day, he gave you a renewable prescription for hallucinations, claiming that what was happening to you was “perfectly normal” after a traumatic experience. You did as he said, took the pills every single day and after a while you stopped seeing him everywhere, but that was only half the battle.

You still felt him everywhere. Every place you passed sent you right back to the thoughts of him.

After a month of this you made the decision, after discussing it with his mother first, to move out of the city and go somewhere else for a little while, to get some headspace and to figure yourself out. She agreed that it would be for the best and even drove you to the airport when you were actually leaving.

New York City was where you ended up, you’d been there three months already and your head was better for the change of scenery, things were still rough, sure, but they were slowly getting better. You’d gotten a job in a 24 hour cafe as a waitress, it didn’t pay great but it kept you busy most days, you rented an apartment not too far from the cafe, the place was shitty and came with a roommate but it was better than nothing. Your roommate was sweet and she was a college student so you only really seen her in the evenings if you weren’t working.

Your work schedule for the next few days was chaotic, you were working nights in the cafe four days in a row and considering your inability to sleep during the day- or night for that matter, these next few days weren’t going to be easy, you just hoped you’d be sharing your shifts with one of your more tolerable co-workers.

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“You ever been to New York, Four?” One asked eyebrow raised as he looked at the excitable blonde who was sitting with his feet thrown up on the table.

“New York? Nah never been, always wanted to, though.” He responded, the older man nodded, “Must be your lucky day, I need you to steal something for me. I’m sending Seven with you in case it goes south. The rest of the team will catch up with you in a few days.”

Four smiled happily, excited to see the big city and get back to his favourite hobby, stealing shit from rich people.

Seven had never gotten the chance to see NYC either as he joined the army when he was pretty young, although he wasn’t as excited as Four was to get to the city, despite his excitement he still managed to fall asleep on the flight there, mouth hanging open and eyes only barely cracking open as the plane landed. He reminded Seven of a toddler, and if the man didn’t know any better he’d think the kid in front of him was harmless.

Their solo mission had gone surprisingly well, Four was good at what he did, that much was for sure, no alarms were triggered, he was in and out and surely nobody would notice anything was out of place until the next morning rolled around. They headed back to their hotel, a hotel One was paying for, and placed the stolen item in the safe that was in their room, before heading out into the night to find someplace to get a decent coffee.

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It was 2AM, you’d been working for two hours, only six more to go until you could go home and try to catch some sleep. The cafe was empty apart from you and your co-worker, David. You were grateful it was him you were sharing your shift with and not some of the other idiots that worked at the cafe. David was around your age, pretty chatty, kept you awake and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes either which was definitely a bonus.

Currently, he was sweeping the floor while you sat on the counter across from the till, picking at a blueberry muffin you hadn’t paid for and you didn’t plan on paying for it either.

“So, do you ever miss the UK?” David asked, still sweeping but clearly getting bored.

“I guess so, more so the people than the place yanno?” You told him, popping another chunk of muffin into your mouth as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked, stopping his sweeping to look at you. You laughed softly tilting your head back, “It’s a very long and very depressing story.” As he went to speak again you cut him off, “One for another night.”

The brown haired man let out a surprised laugh, “Damn, my questions are getting too predictable, I bet you killed someone of something.” He joked and you jumped down off the counter and threw your muffin wrapper in the bin, “I guess you’ll never know.”

Not too long after that, the bell above the door of the cafe rang out signaling you had a customer, looking at the door you smiled at the man who walked in, the very definition of tall, dark and handsome.

“Hi, what can I get you?” You asked nicely as he walked toward the till. “Two coffees please. For here.” He told you, a small smile on his face as you punched his order into the till. “No problem, take a seat wherever I’ll have those out in a few minutes.” You told him, throwing in a wink for good measure, you weren’t interested in dating at the minute but flirting with the attractive ones was good for passing the time.

The man sat down at a table for two speaking up while you waited for David to make the coffee, “I like your accent, you’re English?”

You smirked at him, “How deceptive of you, yeah from London.”

“Funny I’ve got a friend from there, he’ll be joining me in a few minutes actually.” He told you casually, leaning back on the chair.

“Maybe we’ll know each other.” You said not really thinking as you brought him his order.

As you set the cups down on the table, the man’s, whose name you didn’t know, phone began to ring, walking back to the till you busied yourself with wiping down the counter while the stranger talked on the phone, the conversation he was having in hushed whispers.

David leaned over to you, “What’d you think that’s about?” He asked looking at the man curiously, you only shrugged not really caring about the conversation.

The man hung up his phone and looked between you and the door nervously, you hadn’t noticed anything was up, only looking up when the bell above the door rang out again.

To say your heart sank at the sight would be an understatement, he was there, Billy. For the first time in months you were seeing him. Your heart was beating erratically, to the point you thought it’d break your ribs if it kept up much longer and your face turned white, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, telling yourself he’s not really there, it’s just your tired brain playing tricks on you, you’ll open your eyes and he’ll be gone. It’s not real. You repeated it to yourself until your heart beat had gone back to normal.

Opening your eyes was something you almost wished you’d never done. He was still there, eyes glassy and staring right at you.

“Hey David…” You called out meekly, your voice getting caught in your throat as you maintained eye contact with Billy, if he was even really standing there.

“Yeah?” He asked concerned, glancing between you and the guy who had just walked in.

“Can you see a tall, blonde guy standing in the doorway, green eyes, very very alive?” The question was almost a whisper but you were sure, the three men in the cafe had all heard it. Raising an eyebrow David nodded his head, “Yeah?”

At his reply you felt as though the wind had been knocked out of you, you swallowed dryly. Eyes never leaving Billy’s you walked around the counter you were stood behind and slowly, cautiously, made your way toward the boy you hadn’t seen in almost a year, the boy you thought you’d never see again.

Once you were close enough to touch, you reached out and pressed your hand to his chest, and when you felt him, solid, with his heart beating as frantically as yours you couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. His larger hand reached up and covered yours, your eyes still locked.

“Hi, love.” He spoke softly, fucking terrified he’d scare you away.

“You’re alive.” You stated, lip quivering as his gaze fell to the necklace hanging around your neck, a small smile finding his face when his eyes met yours again.

“You’re wearing the present I got you.” You smacked him upside the head with your free hand, ripping your other away from him, anger replacing your shock. He rubbed his head, letting a small “ow” slip from his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m wearing the necklace you got me! The one I found when going through your shit with your mother because we thought you were fucking dead!” He was still smiling at you, he felt like shit for putting you through so much, but fuck he missed you.

The only reason he had the balls to come in was because Seven promised he wouldn’t tell One about it, but fuck was he glad he did.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him, agitated that he wasn’t taking your outburst seriously.

Without another word he stepped forward, cupped your cheeks and smashed your lips together, trying his hardest to communicate his feelings through the kiss, his guilt for lying to you, his sadness for leaving you, his happiness to have you back right now. He smiled wide when you began to kiss back, way too soon he pulled away to answer your previous question.

“Because I fucking missed you.”

#6 underground #four 6 underground #6 underground x reader #ben hardy #im so sorry for this who let me do this

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From Sons of Anarchy to Mayans MC

Jax's sister must hide from the revenge of SAMCRO enemies, goes to Mayans MC Santo Padre. And he catches the eye of a la presidente.

Chapters 7/20

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. They will accept any attention and criticism :)

Part 6

Pov Olivia

- I may not know much about Mexican dishes, but I make great meat for the grill. - I was looking at Ezekiel sitting in the passenger seat.

- Interesting - he rubbed his beard - we'll pick up the order from my father, maybe you can do the part your way and I'll do it my way. We will see what the boys will taste better.

- He accepts the challenge - I smiled widely.

We stopped in front of the store whose signboard proclaimed "Carniceria Reyes".

- Do you have a store? - I got out of the car.

- It is a pop store - he opened the door and let me in.

Behind the counter was a man with glasses, grey hair and a very tired face. Every wrinkle showed that this man has gone through a lot in life.

- Good morning - I smiled.

- Good morning - he smiled.

- Hi pop - Ezekiel went behind the counter to his father.

- This is Olivia, our new tenant in the clubhouse.

- Nice to meet you - he wiped his hands in the apron and came up to me.

- Nice to meet you too - I stretched out my hand.

Of course he ignored my hand and hugged me slightly.

- Felipe called me, I am too young to call you," he smiled.

Now I know from whom Ezekiel inherited a big and wide smile, and from whom Angel gained dark eyes.

- Bright - I nodded my head.

We took an order from the club, bought alcohol and a few other food items for lunch. We went back to the club, I started to prepare meat side by side with Ezekiel. Now I had a mission, I had a job that was taking me away from thinking about my family. I made such steaks as Chibs taught me. I was hoping that the boys would taste it and somehow we would break the first ice cream. After an hour we left the kitchen and went straight to the square in front of the building. There was a bonfire in the middle and a barbecue a bit further on. We approached Gilli, who apparently was responsible for the grate.

- My version of meat and its version of meat - said Ezekiel.

- Yoł - I heard Angel's voice - the ring is free.

He pointed his thumb behind him walking in my direction.

- How about our arranged sparring ? - He smiled slightly bending his head

- You know you don't have to, right? - Ezekiel leaned over to me.

- I know - I looked at him - but I have the impression that your brother needs someone to wipe his nose.

- It will be a flaw in his ego - he laughed.

- I like this plan - I smiled wide - in 10 minutes in the ring.

- Fucking time to fight - Hank roared standing a few steps away.

- You guys are like animals - I looked around.

- We are - Ezekiel nodded his head.

- You know you don't have to, right? - Bishop came up to me.

- Ezekiel already told me that - I looked at him - but your man would need to rub his nose.

- Although I like this idea, I'm still not entirely sure. He is almost two heads taller than you - he looked at Angela.

- Thanks to this slower - I slipped my shirt off my hips - Bishop will manage, will you help me wrap my hands?

- Sure - he nodded his head.

- I felt in my bones that your brother Ezekiel decided to fight today - I pulled the blue tape out of my pocket - and I have it with me.

Bishop grabbed my hands and wrapped them calmly. His hand skin was horny and rough but very warm. I raised my eyes and looked at his face, he was staring at my hands with an unpleasant face expression.

- Bish - I spoke quietly.

He raised his eyesight, looked into my eyes and smiled slightly.

- Don't worry, I can manage. - I let go of his eye.

- Never in my life has a woman ever beaten in this ring so I am not surprised that I am worried.

- Chibs taught me and I know how to fight. And if you hit me, you'll dress me up like this?

- Sure - he nodded his head.

- Well, I smiled.

- Come on, how long can you wait ? - Angel yelled.

I looked in his direction, he was standing in the ring in short shorts and without a shirt.

- He will try to distract you with his look - Bish finished wrapping my hand.

- He will not distract me - I twisted my head - I prefer older men.

I smile to Bishop by letting go of his eye.

- Ready to fail? - I set off for the ring.

He smiled only wide and moved around the ring. I breathed deeply, tied my hair in a bun and entered the ring.

- I will be gentle - he moved his fingers.

- Sure - I smiled - don't be shy.

He tried to take me by surprise, I dodged his punch.

Pov Bishop

I stared at the young one, until the very end I was not convinced about this crazy idea.

- Don't worry about Angela - Marcus laughed.

- I am worried about her - I was staring at her.

- Believe me, you have nothing at all - he pushed my shoulder.

I looked at him, he smiled fiercely.

- Throw it out because I can see that it's carrying you - I moaned.

- She caught your eye what ?

- What ? - I wrinkled my eyebrows.

- Oh, please, I saw your gaze.

- Shut up - I purr - not a word.

Marcus already wanted to say something, but Ez got in his way.

- Ouch - he said prospect.

I took a look at the ring, Olivia hit Angela's belly several times. She moved away from him, he leaned against her knees with his hands and breathed hard looking at her.

- It's only been a few minutes and you're getting off? - Olivia laughed.

We came closer to the ring, Angel was breathing all red. I was wondering whether from tiredness or anger. One move was enough to beat him, he moved on her like an angry bull. She pushed him away, he flew on the net. She turned quickly, hit him with her foot in the bend of the knee and knocked him to the ground. She sat on his hips, grabbed his hands and crushed him to the ground. She leaned over to him, whispered something in his ear, and he peeled off. I have never heard guys roar so loudly in their lives.

Pov Olivia

Angel was lying in the ring on his back and breathing hard, I sat under the net and tried to calm down.

- I pay tribute - he raised his head slightly and looked at me - respect.

- Oh please - I smiled slightly - you don't look like a man who would admit defeat.

- I wouldn't call it a defeat - I wouldn't nudge my finger.

- Sure, tell yourself that. - I got up and walked up to him.

I stretched out my hand to him.

- You're good, but you're too slow - I smiled - come on, get up.

He looked at me with curiosity for a while, but finally he grabbed her and pulled up.

- I'll take it as a compliment and the fact that you're flying at me - a devious smile appeared on his lips.

- Dream Angel - I patted him on the chest - I don't like young people, I prefer older and more experienced ones.

- Oh you don't even know what the tongue and fingers can do - he smile when he put his tongue out to me.

- Sure - I laughed and walked closer to it.

Our chest was in contact, I stared at his eyes as he licked his lips.

- Even if this tongue could work wonders with club whores, it would not be enough for me. He does not need a young man who is horny about anything that moves. I prefer mature men who care about their women.

- You don't know me - he twisted his head.

- Your reputation precedes you Reyes - I patted him on the chest.

He snorted under his nose and smiled a little. We both came down from the ring, everyone patted me on the back. Bishop and Marcus came up to me, I smiled a little and then I curled.

- You do not look so bad - Marcus was smiling from ear to ear.

- I let him recover - I pured.

- Bish leave us for a moment - Marcus patted him on the shoulder.

The president nodded his head and left to the boys. Marcus sat next to me and patted me on the knee.

- The sons are not here, you don't have to be like that. You don't have to demand from yourself not knowing what.

- How do you know that I was like that with the Sons?

- Olivia, I have eyes and I saw what was happening. You had to prove to them that you deserved to be with them, you were afraid that they would judge you. Those here, the Mayans are not like that. They won't judge you if your leg is rolled up. At the moment nobody thought you were hopeless because you let Angel hit you, they are happy because you won. These people here - he pointed out to everyone - they are happy because you beat one of them. You've rubbed his nose in it, be happy about it. I know it hurts that Jackson sent you away, but the longer you keep tearing it up, the more it will hurt. Use this time to be with them, meet them and have fun. Within reason, of course.

- Thanks to Marcus, I'm up, these words mean a lot to me.

- All right Chica, and now go let them embrace you a bit because you look like a mess.

I laughed and moved towards the club, Bishop was sitting on the stairs in front of the building.

- Could you take my face? - I smiled a little - I think he cut my lip.

- Sure - he got up - come on.

He stretched out his hand to me, I grabbed his hand and we went inside. His rough hand perfectly matched my much smaller one. I smiled under my nose and let myself be pulled to the back. I sat down on the table, Bish took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and stood between my legs. I could feel the warmth of his body, I closed my eyes when he started to bury by my lip. His fingers gently muscled my skin.

- Okay, finished - he breathed - he doesn't look bad. The wound on his mouth will probably hurt for some time.

I opened my eyes and only now I realized how close he was to me. I looked into his dark eyes, smiled gently. I closed when my lips roasted, his hand found my cheek.

- It is good that nothing happened to you - he breathed.

- I told you from the very beginning that I can fight - I raised my hand slightly and touched his beard with my fingers.

He smiled, closed his eyes and purr.

- Oh, I was surprised, did I find the weakness of el presidente?

- Just don't tell that gang - he pointed his thumb at the door behind us - because they won't let me live.

- I think that each of them has weak points, maybe even not knowing about them - I laughed a little.

My fingers were still scratching his beard, the door from the back opened with a bang.

- This food is jammed....- the noise has stopped.

I breathed, took my hand from Bishop's beard and looked over his shoulder at Angela. He was standing with a burger in his hand halfway to his mouth. The momentary shock was replaced by a wide smile.

- Shut up, Reyes, or I'll kick your ass a second time - I pushed el presidente away and slipped to the ground - what are you eating there?

I walked up to him, grabbed his burger and bit him. I covered my mouth with my hand, chewed the food and looked at Angel and then Bishop.

- It's even fucking better than I remembered - I moaned - he proposes to go back to the barbecue because I don't think there is much left.

I laughed and left the room, I heard Bishop threatening Angel before leaving.

Part 8

#Jax teller #chibs #jackie boy #jackson teller #filip telford #chucky #olivia teller #soa #sons of anarchy #smacro #mayans mc #mayans #bishop losa #angel reyes

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casualotptrash · 3 years

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Why the Persona 3 FES vs Portable Debate Makes Me Want to Fly Into the Sun Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Yes, this is an emotionally fueled rant about Persona 3. No, this is not meant to send hate at those who enjoy Persona 3 FES or dislike Persona 3 Portable.

That being said, this discussion mentally pains me. I won’t go into all of my opinions on the matter here (I’ll probably go into it later with more posts), but I will be talking about one of the most prevalent “points” that I see being brought up every time the comparison between FES and Portable is made:

“Just play FES with the controllable party members mod.”

This point, although it doesn’t say so directly, essentially sends the message to anyone who doesn’t know the differences between the two games that the only thing Portable has to offer (besides the obvious changes to the game) is controllable party members. For the sake of this post, I won’t be going into the obvious changes such as having cutscenes and The Answer in FES compared to no cutscenes and a FeMC route in Portable. Instead, I’m going to rant about every other positive change I can remember that no one seems to talk about.

1. Jealousy Mechanic

Unlike in FES, the jealousy mechanic is completely erased in the Male Route. The dialogue/warning will still show up after hanging out with multiple female social links, but the social link will never reverse or break because of this. Social links are already a pain to try and max out in a run, even on NG+ without a guide, so the fact that you don’t have to stop seeing a social link for awhile or focus on just one girl at a time means this will at least be marginally easier in Portable. For those who don’t care about maxing out all of the social links, it’s still a relief because you can hang out with whatever social link you want without any penalty. This doesn’t apply to the Female Route as there isn’t a jealousy mechanic even implemented into that.

2. Fatigue Mechanic

For the pure amount of people I see complain about Tartarus, and don’t get me wrong I’m one of them too, I cannot comprehend how they fail to mention this change. In Portable, the fatigue mechanic is totally gone. Much like the jealousy mechanic, the text is still there where the navigator will say you’re getting tired, but no one actually gets the tired effect until you leave Tartarus completely. This means you can bust out a whole block in one sitting, if you so choose. I found this extremely useful because I hated being in Tartarus and this allowed me to just get it all done quickly instead of having to go back and forth from the Dark Hour multiple times.

3. Various Battle Mechanics

In addition to adding the “direct” command to the tactics menu (allowing controllable party members), Portable also adds the “defend” option. This is akin to the “guard” option in the other games where you use your turn to gain more defense. The combat system has also been improved to function more like P4′s in the way that you can get a 1-more from knocking just one enemy down, it no longer takes a full turn for a party member to get up after being knocked down (so you can stand up and immediately do your turn), party members can follow up with a co-op attack if you knock an enemy down, and after a certain social link event for the team social link party members can take a fatal blow for the MC. Again, I don’t know how people are not talking about any of these changes besides the “direct command” addition while also complaining about how Tartarus is a slog. You know what makes it less like a slog? All of these additions.

4. Equipment Menu

Many of the changes not talked about are tweaks to Tartarus/battle gameplay, and this is another one of them. Although more of a small quality of life change to save some hassle, I personally appreciate any change that makes Tartarus easier to get through. In FES, if you wanted to change your party member’s equipment, you would have to talk to the party member who you wanted to change the equipment for. That means if you wanted to change your whole party you would have to do your own first and then talk to your three other party members individually. Portable changes this so that there is one overarching equipment menu that you can access (like in the future games) and change their equipment there.

5. Fusion skills being items + Personas giving you skill cards

This is probably one of the smaller changes, but it can still be really useful. First off, fusion skills in FES are activated when you have two specific personas needed for the skill, but in Portable fusion skills can be bought as items from a store. They cost “gems” that are collected in Tartarus and I think some can be acquired as rewards for quests. This can be useful if you want to use a fusion skill without needing to have the two specific personas taking up slots. Additionally, every persona now gives the player a skill card once they reach a certain level with them. Skill cards can also be bought for gems in the same store that fusion skill items can be bought from. With how fusion works in P3, in which skills are unable to be specifically selected to pass onto the persona being fused, having skills cards is a pretty good change.

6. More Tartarus events/anomalies

Sometimes when going into Tartarus, “anomalies” can occur. This ranges from entering a floor and having your whole party be separated or entering a floor and having no shadows present. Portable adds four new anomalies, and although they may not add much sometimes they can be pretty helpful. The four new events are experience gain will increase on the floor, enemy items drops will increase, the floor will become dark and the auto-mapping feature in game is temporarily disabled, and upon entering the floor it can be fully mapped by the navigator. I specifically found the increased experience gain to be useful because that really boosted the experience cards and could easily level you up without having to grind for hours.

7. Two more added difficulties + Vision Quest

With the new changes to combat, some people dislike how easy the game can seem. To counteract this, or for people who really just want to play the game for the story, two new difficulties were added to Portable: Beginner and Maniac. Beginner is below Easy and significantly toned down enemy damage, and the player has 30 plumes of dusk (opposed to 10 when starting on Easy). Maniac is above Hard, and it adds a heap of new things to make the game more difficult such as enemies deal 2 times more damage than normal, can gain a higher chance of Enemy Advantage when not taken by surprise, and certain weapon fusions cannot be performed. If this still isn’t hard enough for you...I’m sorry, or something? I personally played on Easy because I was working my way through the Neo-Persona (3-5) games and didn’t want it to take ten years.

If you still want more of a challenge, or a fun time-killer, Portable also added Vision Quest. Like the Monad Depths, it’s accessible through Tartarus. Upon entering there are is a door corresponding to each Full Moon boss (besides the Magician) and five special doors. Each Full Moon boss door can be fought with any party members, but the bosses are much stronger than when they were originally fought. For example, the Hanged Moon boss (last one fought) is level 54 in the base game. In the Vision Quest, the Hanged Moon boss is level 95. I did complete all of the doors in Vision Quest (on my NG+) and this one took me almost as long as the final boss of the game to beat, because of the level and the fact that is has 18,000 hp. Yes, I was around level 95 at the time too because I wanted to fuse Messiah. For reference, the final boss has around 25,500 hp in total and is level 76. The five special doors are more so puzzles rather than standard fights in my opinion because you’re forced into the fight with specific party members and stats. Each special door also has its own strategy to beat it, which is where the puzzle part comes in. An example of what these doors offer ranges from having three strong enemies you can only hit with physical attacks that consistently switch between nulling, being weak to, and absorbing all three kinds of physical attacks (and the three enemies switch at different rates/patterns) to fighting an enemy one on one that you need to kill in a certain amount of turns before they insta-kill you (and there is also a pattern of what these enemies are weak to/null/etc.) If you even try looking up what the Vision Quests are you’ll likely to see a plethora of guides because these fights can be very frustrating if you can’t get the patterns down on your own. However, that’s still good for a challenge. In addition to all of this, if you beat all of the doors you get the option to fight a second secret boss: Margaret (from Persona 4).

8. More part-time jobs

One of the more minor changes, but in Portable there are more places where you can work at for part-time jobs. I don’t know if it follows the same system as FES, but generally the longer you work at a job the more money they will give to you. This can be helpful in the early game if you want to raise a stat by working and gain money at the same time.

9. Soundtrack

This one is tied in directly with the FeMC Route, but a whole new soundtrack is available in this game. You are able to hear almost the full Persona 3 FES soundtrack in this game with the Male Route too, so if you play both routes you won’t miss out on a majority of the songs. Personally, I like a lot of the songs from both soundtracks (and the P3 soundtrack is one of my favorites, if not maybe my number one favorite, of the 3-5 series). I believe it is also widely regarded as a solid soundtrack, and some even like it more than the Male Route one. You could just listen to the soundtrack without playing the game, but again this list is just going through changes from FES to Portable that people don’t often mention.

10. Extra scene at the end of a NG+ run (Spoilers for those who do not know the end of the game)

For everyone out there who likes the dating sim portion of Persona and a heaping of heart-breaking angst, this is for you. On a NG+ run of either route, in the final scene before the credits roll you are able to spend your last moments with whoever you romanced. They each have their own personalized little scene, that is beyond adorable and sad, and the game ends with one last loving comment/sentiment from them before you fade away and Memories of You starts playing. In my opinion, it’s a great little addition, especially for those who like to play multiple runs.

And that’s the last of it I suppose, although there are some other minor changes I probably missed because they’re too small or probably can’t be considered either a “good” or “bad” change. Anyway, asking others for their opinion on the two games is obviously fine, but if you’re someone who boils down the situation with providing the input “Just play FES with the controllable party members mod.” ....don’t. Please :)

#persona 3 #persona 3 portable #p3 #p3p #please god can you all stop saying that phrase #even a simple search on the wiki has most of these changes #im going to quit my major and go into aerospace engineering so i can build a rocket and fly into the sun at this rate

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boldly-ho · 4 years

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Another Life - Chapter 6

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows

Pairing: Vladislav x Reader

Series Rating: M

Word Count: 2233

Chapter Summary: You go out shopping for a particular necklace, return home to narrowly avoid disaster, and rescue Vladislav from said disaster only to get kicked in the face for your efforts. (I swear it actually makes sense, ok?)

A/N: As always, cross posted to ao3.

You passed a parked patrol car as you walked down the street and made a conscious effort not to make eye contact with the constables inside. You were almost afraid they’d be able to tie you to your flatmates’ weird cult just by looking at you. Doing your best to embody innocence and nonchalance, you continued on, only marginally picking up speed.

Your destination was a few blocks farther than you’d thought. You’d never been there. It wasn’t as if you had an excess of cash, nor an excess of desire to spend it on such things. Your destination, of course, was a Christian store. After a quick Google search, you’d found one in Lower Hutt that sold jewelry. From your research on vampires, you’d discovered they traditionally had an aversion to both silver and religious symbols, notably crosses. So, the plan was to buy a silver cross necklace. If the guys seriously believed they were vampires, which you were pretty sure they did, having such an item might help keep you safe.

You weren’t sure who was nuttier – you or your flatmates.

Nevertheless, it was better to be nutty than sorry, so you entered the unfamiliar shop. As the clerk greeted you, you felt conspicuous in the same way you had as you passed the patrol car.

“Anything I can help you with today?”

“Yes, uh…” you felt uncomfortable both being in the shop and asking the clerk for assistance. If you weren’t so impatient you could have ordered this online and saved yourself the mortifying ideal of talking to strangers in public. “I saw online that you sold silver cross pendants. I’d like to buy one, please.”

“Of course!” The man lit up. You imagined he made a fair bit more commission on the jewelry than he did on the Bibles. “What specifically were you thinking? We have a few different styles. You mentioned silver. Are you set on that? We also sell white gold if you wanted something a bit higher quality…?”

You shook your head. “No, thank you. Silver is fine.” It had to be silver.

He nodded, waving you over to the locked display. “These here are silver-plated, while these here are actually silver,” he told you, gesturing.

Looking at the full silver options, you turned your attention to the smaller, less detailed ones. You didn’t want big, and you didn’t need ornate. It just had to be noticeable. You focused on one just about half the length of your pinky. It was small enough to be unobtrusive, yet large enough to be seen, if you so desired. There were no decorations to it. Just a simple cross.

“I like that one.”

“Great choice!” He told you the price, and you nodded, only half-listening. The price didn’t really matter. You were going to buy it, anyway. “We also sell chains, if you needed one.” You nodded again. “Silver as well?”

You decided on the longest chain they had. The necklace could be tucked under almost any top’s neckline to remain hidden, or pulled out if you needed it.

If you needed it.

You really were nuts, huh?

The clerk started to wrap it up, but you stopped him. “I’d rather wear it out of the store.”

You pulled the necklace over your head and tucked it under your shirt, leaving the shop as the clerk called after you, “Have a blessed day!”

Tonight was the night.

You pulled the strange necklace over your head once again, tucking it into your favorite black dress. You still weren’t sure why you wore it, but it was important to you. You still had the envelope with the unfamiliar handwriting.

‘Wear every day.’

You’d thrown it out at one point, only to come back to the bin less than ten minutes later to fetch it out. It was now tucked safely away in a desk drawer. Sometimes you pulled it out to look at it, to trace the messy lettering with a finger before sighing in frustration and tucking it back way, often closing the drawer with an aggressive slam. You felt the urge to take out the envelope now, but quashed it down as Dawn called your name.

As you headed out of the flat, she turned and asked, “Ready?”

Hell no.

You nodded anyway.

You were excited about going to the Big Kumara. You were also dreading it.

As you walked, Dawn tried to make light conversation with you, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than your breathing.

Maybe you’d go in, get recognized, and get filled in on everything you’d forgotten. Maybe being inside the bar would spark some lost memory, and that missing year would come back to you. Maybe that happened, and you regretted ever finding out.

But maybe nothing happened. Maybe you went in, and the feeling of familiarity faded. Maybe no one knew you. Maybe you’d never even been to the Big Kumara. Maybe this was all a big waste of time.

You and Dawn arrived at the bar somehow too quickly and yet not quickly enough.

Ever the supportive friend, Dawn grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze before leading you across the street and into the Big Kumara.

As you approached, the odd sense of not quite recognition resurfaced, though less strongly than it had on that other night. Perhaps because you were expecting it?

“ID?” The bouncer was a large man, both tall and wide. He looked quite bored, which you could understand, as looking around him revealed the place was almost dead. There were only four or five people inside.

You held your ID out as he waved Dawn inside, but he didn’t even take it before putting up a hand to stop you. “Not you.”

You stopped, startled. “What?”

“You can’t go in.”

“What do you mean she can’t go in?” Dawn interjected before you could, hands on her hips, and a scowl you hoped never to see directed at you.

“We’re at capacity.”

At capacity? Bullshit. There was no one in there.

“Well, then she can go in, and I’ll stay out here.”

You held out your ID once more, but again were rejected. The bouncer’s face shifted from bored detachment to a heated glare. You took a step back.

“You aren’t welcome here.”

“Why?” you pleaded. “Was I kicked out or something? Please, I don’t remember—“

“Let’s just go, Y/N,” Dawn said, pulling you away by the arm as you stared back at the Big Kumara, blinking back hot tears of frustration.

Your Uber had run afoul of some road construction, so the ride home from Lower Hutt took longer than usual. It was already dark by the time you swung open the front door. Your flatmates were already up, and you found yourself wishing the Uber had taken even longer.

Deacon stopped his motions and greeted you more cheerfully than he ever had before. “Y/N!”

“Uh, hi…”

“Come, sit!” He gestured to where Viago and Vladislav sat on a blanket on the floor. Both looked back at you silently, but with faces that clearly cried out in distress. “I am doing an erotic dance!”

You paused. “Oh, uh…”

“Come and watch,” he urged again.

“Well, I would, but I actually have to… Uh, I have to move my bed.” Ugh, really? Move your bed? “Because of… a leak. Yeah, there’s a leak above my bed, so I have to move it.” Nice save, Y/N.

Deacon didn’t even miss a beat before moving to start again. “Too bad. I’ll just get back to it, then.”

“Do you need help moving your bed?” Vladislav looked at you, his expression clearly saying what his mouth couldn’t. Please, get me out of this.

You nodded. “That would be great, thanks.”

Viago quickly piped in. “I’ll help, too!”

Deacon scowled. “Then who will be here to watch? Y/N, you don’t need both of their help. The bed isn’t that heavy if you’re just trying to slide it over, and Vlad is plenty strong enough to help you, right?”

Deacon looked at you expectantly. Viago looked at you pleadingly. Vladislav, officially safe, seemed to be very much enjoying this new turn of events.

“Uh… well… I guess that’s true.”

Viago’s face fell. The matter settled, Vladislav rose from the blanket and gestured for you to continue up the stairs as Deacon resumed his so called erotic dance.

Making it up to your room, you shut the door behind you both, bursting into a suppressed fit of laughter. “What the hell was that?” you asked once your laughter subsided.

Vladislav flopped back onto your bed, boots and all, much to your chagrin, and placed his hands behind his head, essentially taking the entire queen mattress for himself. You kicked off your shoes and sat on the corner of the bed, one leg tucked beneath you.

“Viago suggested that we practice our music tonight, and I vetoed him. So Deacon came up with another idea.”

“Poor Viago,” you smiled.

“Probably should have just rehearsed.”

“I didn’t know you played music. All three of you?”

He grinned wickedly, and you caught a view of his canines. His fangs? “Oh, yes.”

Ignoring his teeth, you continued on. “Are you any good?”

His grin disappeared. “No.”

You laughed again. “Okay. Well, how long do you think we have to hide out in here until it’s safe?”

Vladislav raised an eyebrow at your suggestion. “I’m not going anywhere. He can go for hours.”

“Well, I’ll have to go to sleep at some point, so…” You shrugged. “Just exactly how lost in the sauce is Deacon right now?”

He looked at you as if you’d gone mad. “Lost in the sauce?”

“Drunk,” you clarified.

He laughed. It was a big, booming, warm laugh. You quite liked it. “Not at all, believe it or not.”

You sat in relatively amicable silence for a moment.

“So you play instruments?” His eyes opened at your words. You hadn’t realized they’d closed. “What else do you guys do all night? Because, Viago told me you were up all night for work, but I’ve noticed by now that that’s not true.”

He shrugged, as much as one can shrug while laying on a bed in his position. “I paint. Viago sculpts. Deacon knits.”

“Very artistic of you all.” You took of note of his failure to respond to your comment about work.

“Deacon and I fence, and I do archery. We all read quite a bit.”

“And go clubbing,” you supplied.

“We go out a lot, yes.”

You both fell into silence again, this time more awkward than amiable.

“You dress funny.” Shit, Y/N! “No, uh, sorry, I mean, not funny… It looks good, actually!” That much was true. He currently wore tight pants with a puffy white shirt, ruffled and open dangerously low on his chest, and cinched at the wrists, covered with a brown vest, equally low cut. Good god, dial it back. “Just, uh, you have, you all have, a unique style. Vintage,” you finished lamely. “Sorry.”

He laughed again and you felt yourself blush. “It’s called fashion.”

You smiled, glad you hadn’t actually offended him. “Right.”

“How was work today?” he asked, taking the conversation firmly away from rude questions and into more appropriate small talk.

“I didn’t have work today. I was out shopping.”

“Ah. Get anything good?”

“A necklace.” Your fingers traced the chain and you debated not taking it out. You wanted to see if he’d react, though, and your curiosity won out. Pulling the cross pendant from your shirt, you held it up for him to see.

Vladislav reacted fiercely. He violently retched, and for a moment you feared he may throw up all over your bed. But as he dry heaved again, his body convulsed, and his boot came up to smack you in the chin. You tumbled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

You cried out, hand cupping your surely bruised jaw.

Suddenly fine, Vladislav rushed over to you, and you scrambled to hide the necklace once again.

“Sorry, sorry,” you weren’t entirely sure why you were the one apologizing, as you were the one injured and on the ground.

You pushed yourself up until you were kneeling, hand once again massaging your sore jaw.

“Are you alright?”

Before you could answer him, the door swung open to reveal a very concerned Viago. Taking in the scene in front of him, he visibly shifted from concern to anger.

“Vladislav! You promised you wouldn’t sleep with her!”

Vladislav rolled his eyes. “We weren’t—“

“What!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. Only then did you realize what it looked like. You kneeling on the floor with Vladislav standing in front of you. You flung yourself away from him and quickly stood. “It’s not like that. I just fell.”

“Oh.” Viago paused. “Well, anyway, Deacon wants to know if you guys are done.”

Now was your turn to roll your eyes. “Tell him I’m going to sleep. You guys are on your own.”

After once again checking that you were alright, your two flatmates resigned themselves to their fate and returned to the lounge, Vladislav shooting you an indecipherable look.

As you sat alone in your room, you were keenly aware of the necklace that now seemed to to hang so heavily from your neck.

He really was insane, wasn’t he?

#wwdits #vladislav #vladislav x reader #jemaine clement #another life #al fic

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What if... I save them? A KBTBB fanfic - Part 3

"Hey, Yui, we got a new shipment out back; get on it!" I nod to my boss and head out back to help unload the beer truck. It's been a month and life has not been easy since the escape. I knew the bidders would be looking for me, so I decided to blend in to the Shinjuku district where they would have a hard time finding me.

I had very little money on me when I escaped, so I was in need of a job. That fateful night I had wondered the streets of the district, which are safer than most. I headed into a bar that was hidden in one of the alleyways and ordered a drink with the last bit of money I had, I honestly was out of steam, out of luck and just needed something to relax me. A rather large Mexican man served me my drink and ended up conversing with me. He could tell I was having a hard time, but I couldn't tell him exactly why.

"So, you seem to be in trouble young lady." He told me after snuffing out his cigar and sighing. "You can stay here, but you will need to work. Time to put some muscle on those bones and change the way you look, if you're being hunted. That's what I did mija, I had to flee Mexico city... made it all the way over here to get away from some of the narcos."

He's an older gentleman with a fatherly figure aura about him. Don't get me wrong, he looks like he can snap a man in two being 6 foot tall, muscular and stocky, but for some reason I felt at ease with him. I remember crying that night and letting it all out after he closed the bar. He patted my back and told me "you'll work it out later. Go get some rest, I have a cot upstairs in a small room. You can stay there until you get your bearings back. Come on little one."

Thanks to Rafa, I feel like I'm slowly gaining some sort of stability again. A couple of times I have seen some of Soryu's men flashing pictures of me to people, but since my appearance has been altered, I've remained unnoticed. My once brown hair is now jet black; my eyes shine blue once again, I use to wear brown contact lenses for years to fit in more. My arms show signs of muscle forming thanks to helping Rafa unload items to storage and cleaning the bar. I have had to hide under the bar a couple of times just this week alone, thanks to that Inui guy that took a liking to the place, but I can't leave, not yet.

I go to the back of the bar and put on my glasses and gather my hair into a bun; the delivery man and I begin unloading boxes of beer. "Hi Yui! How's Rafa doing today?" He asks. "Same old, same old. He had a rough night last night with a couple of Chinpiras, damn Yakuza wannabe's." He shakes his head, "you know, you should go a few rounds with Rafa, he can teach you to defend yourself." That is actually not a bad idea; I need to learn to defend myself more. "Yeah, that might be something to look into." I wink at him. "Thanks for the idea Ren, I'll catch you around next time." We finish getting the shipment down and bid each other farewell.

As I start to lower the gate I notice a young woman down the alleyway being pushed by a guy in a suit against the wall. It's too early for this shit. "HEY! DICKHEAD! LEAVE HER ALONE!" I yell at him. He looks my way and laughs, "yeah, and what are you going to do about it sweetheart?" I walk towards the man and begin to ball my fists "call me that one more time, I dare you." The girl nervously shakes and cries as she stares at me and him, back and forth, anticipating the worst. "You're asking for it bitch!" He takes a swing at me, I evade and land a punch hard on his chin. The man falls back and on to the ground, the girl runs. My fist burns in protest and I shake it off. "YUI! Muchacha! what in the world are you doing?!" I hear Rafa yell as he comes out of the bar.

"This peace of crap was bothering another girl, I just stopped him." Rafa looks at the man who is starting to get back up. "Hey! you leave and go back to your boss. We want no problems here." The man spits out blood and recomposes himself. "You're both in deep shit. I work for the Ice Dragons, better watch your back, bitch!" He turns around and walks away. Rafa rushes me back inside the bar.

"Yui, I told you to be careful!" I place an icepack on my knuckles. "I know Rafa and I am sorry, but man did that feel good." Rafa laughs and then looks straight at my chest. "RAFA! What are you doing?" He quickly looks the other way and apologizes "sorry mija, your clothes got disheveled and I just noticed that scar on your chest. Where did you get it from?" I completely forgot about that. I fix my shirt and try and think back on it all... "I'm not sure Rafa. I just remember waking up in a small-town hospital; my chest was bandaged up due to burns that I could not recall, I couldn't even remember my real name, still can't."

Rafa's eyes grow wide. "Well, why don't you start there Yui? Go back to the hospital, find out about your past." I walk around cradling my hand with the icepack, thinking about it all, should I? I was adopted shortly after I left the hospital and was blessed with wonderful parents. "Think about mija. You owe it to yourself." I sigh. "You're right Rafa and I want to go and investigate, but maybe after things settle down." Just then we hear a loud bang as the front door is busted in. That man from the Ice Dragons, Inui, comes rushing in, holding his stomach with both hands which seems to be covered in blood. "HELP ME, please Rafa!"

I quickly drop the ice bag and rush to help him lay down. "Calm down, it's going to be okay. What happened?" Inui shakes in pain. "G...g...got st..tabbed! Guy we k...kicked out from drag...gons..." I feel bad for the guy, he seems so sweet and innocent. "Shhh, shhh, okay. Stay with me. Rafa went to get help." Inui quickly shakes his head. "Nnno, no, please, I can't go to a hosspital." Damn it all. Rafa rushes back in an instant, "Mija, here, use these towels and keep the pressure for a moment." He hands me things as he settles himself down to work and injects Inui with some morphine. "Okay, Yui, help me clean him with the vodka bottle I brought, I'm going to stitch him up."

Time passes by slowly for me, but in reality Rafa works quick in patching up Inui. After cleaning the bar and preparing it for tonight, we take turns to check on him. "Yui, mija, what do you think we should do?" Rafa asks me as we whisper to each other, trying to not wake up the uninvited patient passed out on my cot. "I don't know Raf, I'm scared he'll discover who I am and turn me in." He shakes his head and sighs. "Do me a favor, stay here with him. I'll work the bar tonight and think of something." Rafa pats me on the back as he passes by me and heads downstairs.

I close my eyes for a second and run my hands through my hair, just trying to focus and breathe. "Miss, you're Sara, aren't you?" I hear Inui say. I open my eyes in panic and quickly turn to face him. "Inui, please, please listen to me..." He weakly holds up one of his hands. "Shhh, it okay princes, I won't say a thing. You saved my life, and although I value my boss above everything, I owe you and Rafa." A wave of relief crashes over me and I kneel next to him.

"Look Inui, I didn't ask for any of what happened that night. I'm not property, I'm a human being and..." he raises his hand once again to stop me. "I understand, but boss was only trying to help you. He's not a bad man, none of them are. You see, you were going to be bought by some bad people, they all wanted to help you." He tries to sit up, but I push him back down.

"Thanks for telling me Inui. I just can't trust anyone that feels it is okay to treat someone the way they did to me that night. I mean, make me choose someone to buy me? Being taken to that auction? everything! Plus, your boss is in charge of dipshits like the guy I punched earlier." Inui's eyes widen. "Wait, did you punch a man that was wearing a black suit and grey tie?" How did he know? "Wait, how did you?" Inui shakes in anger. "That's the bastard that stabbed me. Boss was mad because he found out the douchebag was beating up his wife and hurting others all in the name of the Dragons and wanted him gone. I found him in the alleyway with a bloody mouth and delivered the news to him that he was no longer a part of our gang, he stabbed me quickly." Shit, this is a small town.

Inui's phone suddenly goes off and Soryu's name pop's up, he quickly answers the phone like the loyal man he is, "boss?" Inui pulls the phone a bit away from his ear as the sound of gunshots and other loud noises can be heard, even from where I am. "Get to the warehouse! We're surrounded and need backup, won't last much longer!" the line suddenly goes dead. Inui closes the phone and tries to stand. "No! You can't Inui, you won't make it!" He fights me and attempts to sit up. "But princess, if I don't go, they'll be taken out, I can't let that happen, Boss, he saved me many times too!"

Damn it all. I push Inui back down and take his gun. "Then I'll go!"

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Wayward chapter 4: In which a plan forms (and the author finally gets to introduce some magic items)

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Edda had to physically stop herself from her excitement shining trough as she returned to Arthur with the list in hand.

“I have good and bad news bud,” she said as she approached the table covered in books. “This library don’t have all the books I need to figure out the curse, but it has given me a list of locations that, possibly, does.”

Arthur looked up at her possibly a bit bummed that she hadn’t found a way to cure him, but also a bit intrigued by what she said.

“You mean that we're going to have to travel to these other libraries?”

She laughed slightly, just stifling her cackle, as she sat down. “Yeah, turns out that old Aspen was on to something with the tour guide thing.” She held out the list for him to read. “Because I’m going to have to give you a bit of a tour of this kingdom as we walk from library to library.”

He looked over the locations on the list before looking up at her.

“Are all of these inside of the kingdom?”

“Yeah, the libraries system only pertain to the libraries in the kingdom, so they can’t really tell us that much about any libraries outside of it,” She shrugged a bit. “I mean, unless you can tell me of any locations where we might find any relevant books in outside of this kingdom.” It would be pretty useful, since she couldn’t be sure how different the collections would be in other kingdoms libraries and if there could be anything useful in them.

However Arthur just shook his head. “I could maybe ask a pal of mine if he knew any?”

“That would help,” but she did not dare to stay at the town for too long to wait for any mail so, “let’s just start out looking in this kingdoms libraries first ok?”

“Alright,” Arthur stood up in his chair again to put them both at eye level. “Where to first Miss?”

“This library does have maps, but,” she looked down at the table, “maybe we should clear the table first.”

Arthur glanced at the table to before nodding. “Right.”

They spent the rest of the time at the library, after clearing the table of books and putting them back to their correct spots, planning out the course they where going to take.

The list had three different locations on it, Hävelösa, Bergleva and Endeslättaren. The closest to where they were was Hävelösa, so it was quickly decided that it would be the place they go to first. The other two was after that pretty much equally close to Hävelösa, but since Edda knew that Endeslättaren had a much larger library than Bergleva, they should go there first, and then look at Bergleva if they found nothing at Endeslättaren.

Happy about the plans they put the library map in it’s place (Edda did have a travel map at home after all), and exited the library.

It was a bit past three as their eyes meet the outside sun again, they had been in the library longer than they both seemed to realise and while Edda had initially planned to go tell her landlord and the lady in charge of the weekly market of her temporary departure, they found themselves taking a short detour to get something to eat.

While waiting for their food from the local cafe, Arthur spotted framed autograph on the wall.

“You’ve had some famous person come by here before?” Then he squinted his eyes a bit at it, “Wait a tic, isn’t that-“

“Oh, yes it’s from one of the F7!” The Lady behind the counter, Mrs Johannesson, said. “Our daughter was really into them when she was younger, so old Enon was kind enough to get an autograph from one of them on one of his travels.”

Edda rolled her eyes a bit, she remembered the whole F7 craze like it was yesterday, people were nuts over them. Of course it was a pretty short lived craze considering F7 tendency towards what could be seen as pointless violence, as well as the fact that they never ever sat a single foot inside the kingdom.

Personally Edda hadn’t really cared to much about the whole thing, it happened during a period of her life when she had been completely obsessed with a collection of books, an obsession that had pretty much stopped any possible interest in the group of heroes that could have possibly existed in it’s tracks. Plus like she said it was a pretty short lived craze so she never really got the time to get that invested.

“I see she was a fan of prince Arthur.” Arthur said as he tore his eyes away from the autograph. “Not bad taste.”

Mrs Johannesson laughed a bit at his words. “Oh, she was obsessed with him!”

Edda had started to tune out the conversation, it wasn’t like she could add anything to it anyway, she knew next to nothing about the F7 and she wasn’t exactly feeling like being a buzzkill, considering how into the conversation both of them were.

But then she was forcefully dragged into it.

“Hey, Miss Edda did you have a favourite member of F7?” Mrs Johannesson asked as Arthur looked curiously at her.

She glanced to the side awkwardly. “Not really?”

“Why not?” Arthur sounded a bit confused at her answer.

“Look, I couldn’t remember any of their names even if my life depended on it, which makes it pretty hard to name a favourite.” she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“You could describe the one you like?” Arthur offered.

“Don’t you think I would have bothered remembering at least one name if I liked one of them.” She raised her eyebrow at him, why did he care that much?

“Well, I, uh-“ before Arthur got the chance to answer their food came and Edda took the chance to change the subject.

Or at least she was about to try to.

“How could you not like the F7? They’re the most famous heroes on the island?” Arthur was really not giving up this interrogation.

She sighed. “Maybe where you’re from they are, but here they’re mostly an old fad that has been over for a long while.”

“What, How can a group of heroes be considered a fad? Is it because they’ve been missing for a year?” Arthur looked like he was about to lose his mind.

“Well first of, their heroics is really just them beating the crap out of anything that looks vaguely threatening or non human, which over here is, well, generally frowned at, or at least considered to be a very dumb thing to do. The only reason they really got any attention here, now don’t quote me on this I was never into them in the first place, seemed to be their looks. Also I can’t speak for everyone but I never heard that they’ve been missing.” She absentmindedly ate her food in between her sentences.

Noting how quiet he had been she looked up to him just looking at her with eyes full of confusion and shock. She just looked back awkwardly.

“Let the food quiet our mouths,” she mumbled as she returned to her food unsure for how to continue the conversation, and Arthur seemed to follow suit.

After the food Edda got to do her small errands before they finally returned back to her hut, the walk to which was mostly done in silence. The sun was slowly closing in on the horizon at that point, so they both decided that it would probably be best if they started their road trip next morning.

Edda was starting to feel the weird tension in the air again, so she once again asked Arthur to tell her about his adventures. Like before it seemed to work like a charm, him becoming much less gloomy as he spoke about dragons.

This time Edda found herself listening a bit more and asking questions, all the while she was working on Arthur’s charm.

“I’ve fought dragons bigger than entire castles! There was this one that was threatening to destroy an entire kingdom, it had these scales stronger than steel and breathed invisible fire!” Arthur tried to mimic the dragon, holding his hand up as if they where claws and making the nastiest faces he could manage.

“Really, how did you defeat the dragon then?” She smiled with amusement, only being able to spare a few glances at Arthur as she carefully poured the silver flakes into the bottle in which she had already put a bit of steel into.

“Well, I went up to the dragons head and held it close with my bare hands! And some chains. Then when it couldn’t breath fire anymore I stabbed it in the throat! There was less scales there.”

Edda just shook her head at him as he went on. She poured in some of the Catsfoot in the bottle and then carefully sealed it. Taking out her knife she cut the thread and bound it around the small bottles throat, and as a final touch she took some steel wire and bound it on top of the thread.

Arthur, who seemed to have turned quiet after she pulled out the knife, walked up to look at the charm in her hand. “Doesn’t look like any charm I’ve seen before.”

“Funny, you gave me the impression that you’ve never seen a charm in your entire life,” she joked lightly. “But yes, this is a protection charm, not all charms has the same things inside them, since you mostly have to make do with what you have at hand, but this one should work just fine.”

She held up the bottle by the thread, holding it like a pendant or necklace. Arthur stepped closer and seemed to slightly lower his head.

Taking his cue, Edda grinned a bit before clearing her throat. Putting on her best kingly voice she bellowed out. “Great knight, please accept this medal of honour and gratitude, for saving this kingdom from that ghastly dragon!” She lowered down the charm over his head dramatically while stifling her laughter.

Arthur’s shoulders shook a bit, seemingly also just containing his laughter. Feeling a bit extra, Edda finally let go of the charms with a flourish of her arms, letting the charm bounce a little against his chest as it hung around his neck.

“This kingdom is eternally thankful!” She lifted her arms up dramatically, before letting them unceremoniously drop. “Yeah, that’s all I got.” She laughed lightly under her breath.

Arthur fingered a bit at the charm, joining in on her laughter. “What did that even come from?” He said a bit breathlessly.

“Hey, you were the one who started it, I was just expanding on it.” She lightly shoved his shoulder. “Anyway, I should probably start packing for tomorrow.”

“Right,” Arthur said as he rearranged the charm to be inside his shirt. “You want any help with that or?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” she stood up from her chair. “You can just take it easy in the meanwhile, or I don’t know study the map if you feel like it.” She shrugged a bit and went into her room and closed the door behind her.

In her room she did exactly what she said she would to, pack. And a bit more.

She turned to her small wardrobe and started going over what she would need to bring with her, some extra pairs of clothes, maybe some of her charms, or empty containers for any nice plants she found, she would definitely need to bring at least one notebook. She stopped dead in her tracks as she felt cool glass under her fingertips as she dug through her drawer.

Right, she should probably bring that too.

She pulled out a light blue glass bottle adorned with a few ribbons and gems, it was a message-in-a-bottle. The bottle was connected to another bottle owned by her parents and it was trough it that their letters was sent through. It had been the answer to her parents wanting to keep in contact through mail, and her not wanting to give them her address. It was a bit of a magical middle ground that way, she thought.

Either way, she didn’t want to know what would happen now if she just suddenly stopped answering and receiving mail from them, so it was probably best to bring it with her.

Looking down where she found the bottle there was a package of cloth. She also knew exactly what that was. The royal ring of princess Harriet. She was less sure of why she still had it than the bottle. When she had left the castle she never remembered packing it, but then when she was packing up her stuff she found it nestled with her clothes.

A part of her suspected it was her sister who slipped it in her bags while she wasn’t looking, but whoever the person behind it was, she was still stuck with it.

When she had first seen the ring in her bag she had wanted to chuck it into the distance to never see it again, but she never found herself able to. Throwing away something specifically made for you just felt wrong, even if it represented a you that wasn’t you anymore, someone had still spent hours of their time creating it so just haphazardly getting rid of it felt, ungrateful.

Well, it wasn’t like she could leave such a item at the hut unguarded while she was away. She had to bring it with her as well.

She let out a sigh as she picked up the cloth package and dropped it into the pile that was forming for what to pack down.

As she continued packing she realised that she probably should prepare some clothes more fitting for a road trip than her dark robes, and she quickly threw together a set of lighter walking clothes. Since the skirts she had didn’t have any pockets she went and pulled out a belt she kept in her drawer, on which she could tie a small bag to effectively act as a pocket.

This made her realise another thing she probably should bring with her, which was in the same drawer. Her dagger.

Who knew what she would run into during the trip so it was always important to be better safe than sorry. Plus she could always use it as a torch since she had inscribed it with a fire spell, similar to the one she had for the fire place, but with an extra kick in that it also could throw fire at whatever she pointed at. Of course it wasn’t a spell that lasted for ever, occasionally she would have to make sure to oil it with a special oil for the magic to work. Speaking of which, she should probably pack some of the oil as well just in case...

The rest of the packing was relatively uneventful, and honestly so was the rest of the evening after it, she made dinner, they ate, they talked a bit about the plans for the morning and then they went to bed eager to soon leave the town behind them on order to cure a curse, or alternatively to escape being dragged back into the life of a princess.

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survey by lets-make-surveys

1 - When was the last time you had a roast dinner? What kind of meat or vegetarian option did you have with it? That’s not really a thing we do here, but for our noche buena dinner we did have roast chicken with rosemary as one of our dishes. It was surrounded with bangus (milkfish), lumpia with cheese, callos, baked macaroni with cheese, and mashed potatoes with gravy. My family has never been traditional when it comes to Christmas food and I’ve never tried hamon or queso de bola.

2 - When was the last time you drove or travelled for over an hour? Where did you go? It is for sure going to be today because we’ll be driving to Laguna to visit my dad’s family wearing our face masks, face shields, equipped with alcohol and hand sanitizer, and ready to follow social distancing.

3 - What’s your favourite kind of coffee to order (eg. cappuccino, latte etc.)? I’ve been ordering caramel macchiato in the last...6–7 years. If a coffee shop doesn’t serve it, the next thing I go for is whatever sounds like the sweetest drink on their menu, like a chocolate chip truffle frappe or something like that.

4 - When you get old, are you going to let your hair go grey or dye it instead? I will probably dye it for a bit, like what my grandma used to do. But I guess it’ll also depend; I might end up liking grey hair and not feel the need to change how it looks.

5 - What genre was the last book you read? Was it any good? I can’t remember which one it was but it was definitely a wrestler’s memoir; I must’ve read around four this year. The best ones I read are always of Chris Jericho since he has fantastic stories but he also knows how to write well. A lot of wrestlers have great stories, but are so-so in writing.

6 - Did you ever wear braces on your teeth? Yeah, briefly from the end of middle school to freshman year of high school. I need to get braces again, though.

7 - When was the last time you were relieved about something? What caused you to feel that way? Continued from earlier today. We brought both dogs to my dad’s family’s place today and I was glad that they were fast asleep on our drive back home and that neither felt bad and puked.

8 - Where was the last place you went that required you to wear a mask? Are you used to having to wear one now? Everyone is required to wear masks as long as they find themselves outdoors, period. I wear one even if I’m just walking one of my dogs in our backyard. I’m definitely more used to it now, compared to months ago when I had just started going out again and would be forgetful when it came to masks.

9 - How often do you receive calls from unknown numbers? Do you ever answer them? I get them a lot more often now that I’m working and have to coordinate with third-party people...I get unknown numbers once or twice a week. As much as it irritates me, I have no choice but to answer all of them now.

10 - What’s your favourite condiment to have with sausages or hot dogs (or the vegetarian equivalent)? Whenever I have a sausage/hotdog in a bun, I’d be glad to simply have mayonnaise on it.

11 - Which fictional character can you relate to the most? Is this a character from film, TV or a book? Monica Geller from Friends.

12 - Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? Nah, haven’t in a long time. It’s just not something I’ve ever particularly cared about. Whenever I have to, I just shave them. I also haven’t had a trichotillomania episode with my eyebrows, which is a relieving thing to realize.

13 - Did you get “told off” for anything the last time you went to the dentist or was everything okay? My last trip went smoothly. I just had a tooth extracted and there wasn’t really anything to reprimand me for since the tooth was already damaged.

14 - Would you rather get a starter or dessert? Have always been more of a savory girl than sweet, so I’ll go with the starter.

15 - Have you ever been involved with the police? Did you find them to be helpful? I mean...I guess? Kind of? I wasn’t arrested by any means, but I was a journalism student, so *shrug* pretty self-explanatory lol. There was one time in one class where we were all required to write a story covering the police beat, so I had to stay at a police station in Manila and wait for any tips or leads to come in. I was in freshman year and was absolutely scared, but I did have a classmate/friend with me ‘cause we were in the same class and she needed a lead as well.

16 - Are you tired at the moment? Is there a specific reason you feel that way? I am extremely tired and would pass out in a second if I let myself. But I had been out all day and didn’t have the chance to do anything I wanted to do whether it was doing embroidery, watching 2 Days 1 Night, or taking a survey, so I’m making up for all the lost time and powering through this survey.

17 - Are you big on colour coordination? Does that just apply to your outfits or to the rest of your life as well? It rarely comes to mind. It’s not something I feel the need to maintain, precisely because I’m very inconsistent with maintenance. Even though I know I possess the necessary effort and patience to organize a group of items by color, I also know it would be disorganized in less than a week.

18 - What shoes did you last wear? How long have you had them? Puma sneakers. Yep, I’ve had them for the past two years.

19 - When was the last time you wore make-up? What kind of make-up was it? September, for my first job interview. My items were simple; just an eyeliner pencil and some lip gloss.

20 - Have you ever slipped or skidded on the ice? Did you end up getting hurt? Continued from last night because I’ve been so sloppy at taking surveys lately, loooool. I’ve slipped a few times on ice skating rinks before. I don’t know if it’s the same experience, but whenever it happened to me I usually felt more embarrassed than hurt. It only hurt quite a bit when the cause of my fall was crashing into someone on the rink.

21 - Do you wear glasses or contacts? I wear glasses, but I already need to change mine since my eyesight has gotten worse and the lens that are on my current pair aren’t for me anymore.

22 - Do you own any photo albums? Are they dedicated to special occasions or just a random selection of photos? My mom made several photo albums for her kids from our childhood days so each of us have lots of photos from age 0 to about 7 or 8. I haven’t made a photo album just for myself, though I really should. Making memories with a film camera and having them developed still sounds very appealing to me.

23 - What was the last reason for you using a spoon? I was mixing my coffee to make sure all the granules are mixed into the water.

24 - Did your state/region go into lockdown or similar back when Covid hit in March? What did you do to pass the time while you were stuck at home? Of course. I would be more surprised to hear of a city or region anywhere in the world that did not go into lockdown. March was a livelier, more optimistic time, so I tried out lots of new things while the lockdown was still fresh and no one had any clue for how long it would actually pan out, and continue to pan out until the literal end of the year. I played the Switch for longer hours, tried making dalgona coffee, watched Descendants of the Sun, pulled more all-nighters, revisited computer games from my childhood, and did my thesis chapter by chapter with Andi.

25 - What’s your favourite meal of the day - breakfast, lunch or dinner? In my family, lunch and dinner are very identical so I’d go with either of them.

26 - Who was the last person you texted? How do you know that person? I have not touched my phone in a while, believe it or not...I haven’t needed it much during the holiday break. I think it was my cousin? He’s a relative, so I’ve known him since birth.

27 - What was the last thing you put in a sandwich? A hotdog.

28 - What was the reason behind the last time you shouted or raised your voice? I was at my dad’s family’s last night and I had ordered four boxes of empanadas from their business, and I was trying to hand over the P500 bill to my aunt (the total was like P300, but I gave them bonus to serve as my treat and my gift). I kept trying to give it and she kept rejecting it and putting it back in my pocket hahaha, so it became like a game for me to see which tiny space in the house I can squeeze the bill in so she can stop retorting. It turned into a funny cat and mouse situation and I ended up raising my voice a few times.

29 - Are you a citizen of more than one country? Would you ever use that advantage to move abroad? No.

30 - Do you know how to change a tyre? Could you do it without help? HAH, no. I am fucked if it ever happens and when it does, I really hope luck would be on my side that day and have a kind stranger that knows how to change tyres walk or drive by.

#survey #surveys

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Spring Fever (17)

@adrinetteapril 2019 story

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | art | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | art | art | 18 | 19 | 20 |

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A huge thank you to @goblin-alchemist for betareading this story! And thank you all for reading, liking, reblogging and for the comments. You make me very happy! <3

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Chapter 17. Nightmare

In which Adrien is amazed

If Adrien had known her plan was to confront Nemesis and get attacked, he would never have agreed. This was by far the bravest and most reckless thing he’d seen Marinette attempt. Without batting an eyelash, with her chin high up, she faced the villain. The scene would feed Adrien's nightmares for years. His blood ran cold as he watched the love of his life challenging Nemesis.

'If you’re so sure I’m trying to use Adrien, why don’t you check it yourself?’ Marinette inquired. 'Is that because you’re afraid I’m telling the truth?’

'You’re not telling the truth,’ the villain shrugged, malicious grin on her marble face. 'See, I’ve been in this business all my life. I’ve seen it happening tens of times, I’ve heard of hundreds more. I know how it works.’

'You don’t know me.’

'Please, have you looked at yourself?’ Nemesis snorted out a laugh. 'What do you have that I don’t? What a girl like you could possibly offer to someone like Adrien?’

Marinette seemed to consider this for a moment. 'Talent?’ She offered. 'Honest friendship? Genuine affection? Baked goods? A killer partner in video games?’

Adrien saw a shadow of a smirk dancing on her lips. He couldn’t help but to think he liked this side of her very much and he wished he’d see it more often. Or maybe he just had a thing for strong women? She was playing with fire, demonstrating iron-clad confidence, a devil-may-care attitude and sass he had no idea she was capable of, clearly trying to vex Nemesis into making a mistake. And it looked as if her plan was working.

The akuma cackled. 'Baked goods?’ She parotted. 'Genuine affection? I think I’m going to give you what you’ve asked for, girl,’ she brandished the whip.

That was his cue. Adrien tensed, ready to intercept the weapon. He thought Marinette wanted to focus Nemesis’ attention so that he could sneak his way to her. He was wrong.

‘Show me what you got,’ the love of his life called out. She opened her arms, waiting for the crack.

She didn’t have to wait long. With a banshee scream the akuma tugged at the whip. Marinette stared at her challengingly, not budging even one bit. The whip made contact with her skin. The crack was deafening in the narrow space of the underpass, masking Adrien’s frantic steps as he launched himself in their direction. Terrified he cast a look at his friend.

Marinette was still standing in her place, perfectly fine and unmarbleized. She raised a brow. ‘Your turn,’ she murmured.

Nemesis sent her a confused look. It only took a tiny fraction of a second and Adrien ripped the weapon out of her unresisting hand. Not thinking twice he threw it to Marinette, who caught it expertly and brandished it as if she’d been dealing with ropes her whole life.

‘Let’s see what you’re made of,’ she said.

Another crack thundered over the passage accompanied by Nemesis' cry of protest, both leaving an unpleasant ringing in Adrien’s ears.

The space was suddenly short of villains. A stone statue appeared where Nemesis had been standing mere seconds ago. An outstretched hand, reaching for the whip. Lips opened in a silent shriek. Eyes blown wide and hair thrown back. Adrien was sure this was the least flattering image of Giselle he'd ever seen.

Marinette limped to her. She weighed the weapon in her palm.

'It's still dangerous, but if I break it and set the butterfly free while Ladybug is not here to purify it…,' she said.

Adrien shivered. 'The last thing this city needs is an army of Nemeses.'

'Despair not, civilians, who I see for the first time in my eternal life,' a familiar voice sounded from somewhere near the statue’s head. 'The cavalry has arrived! Well, metaphorically speaking.'

Plagg's head popped from behind Nemesis' stone cold shoulder. Adrien suppressed a groan, while Marinette squeaked adorably in surprise.

'Sorry,' the kwami's ears dropped apologetically. 'I didn't mean to startle you.'

'What- who are you?'

Plagg tapped his nose. 'I'm Chat Noir's boss,' he announced with a toothy grin.

'Don't you mean "assistant"?' Adrien drawled. He had no idea why his kwami decided to show up to a civilian. Two civilians technically.

Marinette actually giggled at that, trying in vain to hide a smile.

The sprite sent him a flat look. 'I may be small in size, but I'm not some Santa's little helper,' he replied acidly. 'Anyway I'm here to offer my services as Chat Noir and Ladybug can't show up now,' he paid Marinette a deep bow.

'Your services?' The girl tilted her head, knitting her brows.

'I can relieve you of this cursed cargo,' he pointed at the whip, 'and take it to Ladybug for purification.'

'What are you going to do with it?' Adrien crossed his arms in front of his chest, his voice dripping with suspicion. First time he witnessed Plagg actually volunteering for anything.

The sprite looked between the two teens, then down at his belly and up at the ceiling.

'You don't want to know,' he finally replied.

'So you’ll get this to Ladybug?’ Marinette made sure. She passed him the whip.

'You bet,’ Plagg grinned. 'Cataclysm,’ he whispered and touched the weapon with a tip of his paw. The item turned to dust as the ground shook. A few cracks appeared where the whip lay on the ground, a few specks of dust fell from the ceiling.

The akuma broke free. It fluttered its wings and took flight to sunlight.

Plagg sighed. ‘Just think it tastes like camembert,’ he muttered barely audibly and leaped after the butterfly. Before Adrien could even ask what he wanted to do, the kwami swallowed the insect. He burped with an echo that should not be possible in such a small creature.

'Hey, since when can you-,’ Adrien started.

Plagg sent him a warning look. 'I trust you two to keep quiet about this, okay? Now excuse me, but I have a Ladybug to catch.’ With one last grin he turned around and flew back into the metro.

Adrien watched until the kwami disappeared from sight. Marinette’s hiss of pain interrupted his plan to follow Plagg.

‘Come on, I’ll help you,’ he offered, wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders and taking her weight. Once again he was stunned by her scent. He tried to ignore his spinning head and blood drumming in his ears. Ignoring the heat that ignited his skin proved to be more difficult.

‘Adrien, wait.’ Marinette stopped him.

She put a hand on his chest. He wondered if she could feel the frantic beating of his heart.

‘F-for what?’ he stuttered, her proximity threatening to render him speechless. He squeezed his eyes shut and resolved to keeping his intakes of air in short, shallow breaths, not to get drunk on her essence. ‘Your leg is n-not going to get better until Ladybug finally arrives.’

‘The kiss,’ she simply said. ‘Before something or someone interrupts us again.’

‘The kiss,’ he echoed, the finality of it suddenly crashing on him.

Adrien looked at her, for the first time in days seeing Marinette in an entirely new light. Not only was she a great classmate and a thoughtful friend. She was kind and accepting, loyal, sensitive and respectful. But also strong, determined, creative and resourceful. She was brave, fearless maybe, definitely selfless.

And she loved him.

‘No, I- I can’t ask you to do that,’ he whispered. ‘I don’t want- Oh, this is a nightmare!’

‘A nightmare? Why?’ She frowned. ‘Don’t you want to break the curse?’

If she’d asked him that question the day before, he’d undoubtedly said yes. But now he was hesitant. Why didn’t he want her to kiss him? Why hadn’t he confessed the true nature of the curse earlier?

Because I don’t want this to end, he realized. I don’t want to stop loving her. Because I feel it in my bones I belong with her. Because she’s my soulmate.

Was this the curse talking? Adrien no longer knew how he felt. Where did his original feelings end and the miraculous magic begin?

‘Adrien?’

‘Loving you… it’s not-,’ he murmured. ‘It’s the best thing that happened to me since-...,’ his hand went into his hair. He caught a fistful and tugged, hoping for the pain to give his mind back to him. ‘I love loving you,’ he ended lamely.

‘But you’re cursed,’ Marinette looked at him from under her long lashes, her gaze worried and kind.

He could drown in her eyes. He wanted to be able to look into them every day. He wanted to worship her every day. The nausea and panic rose from the depths of his stomach.

‘That isn’t fair,’ she continued, unaware of his internal turmoil. ‘You need to - as you said - be your own man. You need to make your own choices, not have magic make those choices for you.’

‘I know.’

‘We need to do this,’ Marinette turned to face him. Adrien failed to remove the hand that rested on her shoulder. She blushed and smiled sweetly. ‘And I’m not saying that because I want a kiss from a cute boy.’

‘I know,’ he chuckled, despite his unease, blushing even more. ‘Just… let me have this…’ he ducked his head and pressed his forehead to hers. He wouldn’t have dared attempt such an intimate gesture, but he desperately wanted to savor those last moments. He wasn’t sure what he’d remember once the curse was removed.

Marinette didn’t shy away, just like she hadn’t when they had been talking in her room. She leaned into him instead, wrapping her hands around his middle. ‘Whatever happens, you won’t lose me, Adrien. I promise.’

Each time Adrien thought she couldn’t be more perfect, she proved him wrong. How could she read him like an open book? How could she know him like this?

‘You’re wonderful, Marinette,’ he whispered, his voice cracking. ‘Thank you. For everything.’

She climbed to her toes and reached to his lips. The world fell still.

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Author’s Note: If you like this story, please let me know!

#adrinette #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fic #adrinetteapril2019 #nightmare #spring fever #perdita writes #nemesis

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tribow · 4 years

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Okay so I played a bit through the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Rescue Team demo. I haven’t gone through the entirety of it, but I’m going to put my thoughts about it here.

So right off the bat, I can tell this is using the same “engine” that Super Mystery Dungeon uses. This is to be expected, but how many changes or similarities are there? First off, the AI of your allies are the exact same as far as I know. Nothing was changed about “Let’s go Together” or “Follow Me” or any of the other ones. This is slightly disappointing for me since Super’s AI options are honestly a slight step down for Explorers. While your partner will position themselves for battle, they have the issue of using the same move at all times just because it’s their stab move. Explorers AI was a better at using different moves, this is likely due to IQ being a thing. Super’s balance seems to be still intact as well. I could be wrong about it, but I think when you level up you still get that low amount stat buffs just like last time.

Speaking of that IQ though, that does not return. Although I did see something called a Rainbow Gummi. The Rainbow Gummi gives you not IQ, but a “Rare Quality”. I haven’t played the demo long enough to know what it is exactly, but it seems like something similar to Emeras. The buffs that you get are likely temporary and stay with you for one dungeon. I could be wrong though, like I said I haven’t actually tried them. (Pushing also no longer decreases hunger yaaay)

So yes the gameplay is very similar to Super, which I’m completely okay with because Rescue Team’s original gameplay was very slow and incredibly punishing. I do wish they took a bit more from Explorers though, the AI of your allies can sometimes be cumbersome.

I’m going to stop comparing to Super now. Something that I’ve noticed when I was playing is that the map would display exactly where enemies and items are, which is weird cause I felt like that would make Radar and Scanner orbs obsolete, and also make the game WAAAYY easy. There is an option to turn the map off, but this takes a massive hit at difficulty. When checking what items were in the game though, I noticed both the Radar and Scanner Orbs exist. This might mean as dungeons get harder maybe the game will stop showing you where everything is so you still need to prepare yourself. There was also this “Auto Mode” option where you can let your Pokemon roam without pressing anything. They will automatically either go for the stairs or explore rooms randomly based on your setting. I assume this is Chunsoft making an “EZ mode” for players who can’t get a hang of the mystery dungeon gameplay, but still want to see how the story goes. I’m okay with this, I wish I could disable it entirely though. I keep accidentally hitting the button.

There will likely be a lot of changes to several dungeons so that’s something to look forward to. They can’t just perfectly remake the game since you can still easily buy blue rescue team and play it on any DS. I’m wondering if they’ll nerf Rescue Team’s 99 floor dungeons since they’re hard as hell.

So what about that art style? 3D models are being recycled of course, but there is a new shader they are using that gives me some serious Yoshi vibes. I don’t know which Yoshi game I’m thinking of, but I’m getting vibes from it regardless. I don’t mind the shader, I think it looks neat. I’m more interesting on how they animated movement. So far, my only criticism is that Totodile looks like they’re T-Posing at all times. It’s not doing that, but their idle stance looks REALLY bad at any camera angle that is not the top-down angle of normal gameplay. (It’s kinda funny though I actually hope that doesn’t change). Otherwise I think it’s fine. No 3D model is going to beat the expressive spritework from before, but this is fine. The portraits also look really clean with the dialogue. Actually, the UI in general looks really clean, this might be the best UI so far. Cutscenes are at the same quality of Super’s so...yeah they’re good. A big improvement how the dungeons look. Both Gates and Super had the issue of dungeons not looking as pretty as the spritework of rescue and explorers, but rescue DX actually looks very nice. I was honestly not expecting to be impressed by it. So in general, visuals are an improvement, even if it’s 3D models.

The remastered music sounds nice so far. I was worried some songs would be be butchered since that happened in Super (listen to the Amp Plains remasters if you want to know what I mean), but they’re actually really nice. I hope the rest of the remastered songs have the same amount of quality.

Also, in the trailer I saw a Lucario, which might mean that Rescue DX is not completely restricted to Gens 1-3 like the original. Hopefully 5 & 6 are still there...and maybe...maybe 7? Please? Although the Lucario might honestly only exist because Blue Rescue Team had the secret Lucario rank that gave you a Lucario statue if you raised your rescue team rank high enough. I guess we’ll see about newer gens being in the remake.

Generally, Rescue Team DX is looking pretty good and I’m looking forward to it. I hope any other changes made are good ones. Here’s to hoping whatever new content they added will be good as well. (Also have yall seen the map? Looks pretty as hell!)

#pokemon #text #pokemon mystery dungeon #rescue team dx #demo #review I guess?

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loudlooks · 5 years

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Close Shave

Is Tiva Fic Amnesty still a thing now that Ziva’s officially back? BTW, I’m totally ignoring the “not every fic needs to be published” rule here, consider that a warning.

I don’t remember what time frame I pictured this in, maybe season 5 or 6? As usual, no plot. Loosely inspired by a scene from The X-files (which unfortunately wasn’t even MSR, except in my imagination).

Also on FF and AO3

Word count: 1805

A yank on the drawer handle revealed his electric shaver. Grabbing it with one hand, rubbing the scruff on his chin with the other, he looked up just in time to see Ziva roll her eyes.

“What?”

“Imagine if I shaved my legs at my desk,” she replied testily.

He raised an eyebrow and grinned widely, only mildly disappointed he hadn’t come up with that image before. “Nobody would get any work done,” he said as his eyes wandered to where her legs were hidden behind the cold, hard metal of her desk.

She turned towards her computer screen, but he caught the corners of her lips twitch ever so slightly.

“Think of the cleaning crew, Tony,” she said flatly.

Ignoring her comment, he tried to remember what her bare legs looked like while hitting the power button on his shaver. Silence greeted him and he pushed the switch once more.

Nothing.

Resisting the urge to smack it on the side of his desk, he muttered, “Damn it, I charged you yesterday.”

Turning the electric razor over and over in his hand, vigorously pressing the button a few more times—surely it will work this time—he looked up when Gibbs dumped two items on his desk before heading to the elevator.

He picked up Gibbs’ straight razor and opened it carefully. As the blade glinted in the fluorescent light overhead, he met Ziva’s eyes across the bullpen, and deadpanned, “I think the boss wants me dead.”

She was beside him in a flash, admiring the lethal piece of steel with an eager smile. “I have not used one of those in years.”

“Why did you use a…” He stood up, pushing images of slit throats and blood stains to the back of his mind. “You know what, I don’t wanna know.” He grabbed the shaving gel and pointed it at her. “If I’m not back in ten, call Ducky and tell him to bring a body bag.”

He tried to walk around her, but Ziva stopped him with a finger to his chest. “I am very good with knives, I could give you a shave.”

Staring down at her smiling face, he raised an eyebrow. The gleam in her eyes both worried and excited him. He bit down a smile as angry hornets seemed to take up residence in his stomach.

“Someone’s an eager beaver.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, images of her strong tan legs, and a skimpy bikini bottom flashed to the forefront of his mind.

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, it only made him want to stay in her personal space even longer. Accepting her offer would achieve just that. “Fine,” he said with a calmness he didn’t feel.

Her smile turned mischievous and his brain to mush; he’d always had a soft spot for her dangerous side. It haunted him in his dreams, and occasionally his nightmares.

She grabbed a small towel from her backpack, and almost speed-walked towards the men’s room. He followed her like a puppy—who’s the eager beaver now—his gaze focused on the sway of her hips.

The way she barged into the men’s room like she owned the place sent a tingle down his spine. She kind of did, he supposed, other agents always scattered like roaches afraid of the light when she walked in there.

“This isn’t going to be perfect,” Ziva said as she dumped the towel next to the sink, turned on the hot water tap, then grabbed a stack of paper towels from the dispenser. “But it will be fun.” Her gaze flicked down his body, briefly landing on his lips on the way up.

His smile wavered, then he grimaced into the mirror and rubbed his hands over his cheeks. “I don’t want to end up like Leatherface.” He ignored her look of confusion—as well as the disappointment in himself for once again skirting around their obvious physical attraction—and continued, “Isn’t it ironic that I trust you more with a razor sharp blade against my throat than behind the wheel of a car.”

She roughly pushed him aside with her hip, stepped in front of the sink and glared at his reflection. He patted his cheeks again, making sure that laser sharp look hadn’t rendered a shave unnecessary.

After soaking the towel with hot running water and wringing it out, she handed it to him, and told him to cover his face. He briefly complained about how ridiculously elaborate she was making things, but complied after she raised an eyebrow and tested the sharpness of the razor on a paper towel.

His face and ears warmed exponentially with each passing moment of awkward silence. “I feel like an idiot.” The towel covering his face only half responsible for his mixed feelings.

“Good.”

The hint of amusement in her voice was barely audible, but enough to release the tightness that had settled around his heart. A second later, Ziva pulled the towel away, made room next to the sink and easily lifted herself onto the countertop. As soon as she grabbed hold of his tie, pulling him in between her legs, any sense of awkwardness evaporated. He scanned her face intently, looking—hoping—for...for what exactly? The lingering smell of her shampoo heightened his senses, and he wondered, not for the first time, when she had started getting under his skin quite like this.

Ziva seemed unaffected, preoccupied with lathering up shaving gel in the palms of her hands.

Clinging to the belief that he had gotten better at reading her than even Gibbs, he hoped for a look, he’d settle for a glance—one of those furtive, yet exposed glances she sometimes sent him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

And there it was, so fleeting he would’ve missed it if he hadn’t been fixated on her every move. Unaware, her gaze immediately followed what her hands were doing—spreading the gel evenly all over his two-day stubble.

Emboldened by the evanescent look, he smiled faintly and placed his hands on either side of her legs. She narrowed her eyes at a spot close to his ear, fussing with the gel too long for it to be anything other than a distraction.

“Stop smiling,” she said quietly.

His smile widened, she briefly closed her eyes, then met his. “Tony.”

It never seized to amaze him how much she could say with just one word, his name. Not quite an admonishment, more of an acknowledgement, a “not now, but maybe later”.

She held the razor up, and he knew she was right; there wasn’t time to get into any of this now, he had to be clean-shaven and dressed to the nines in half an hour. Why was their timing always off?

He sighed and relaxed his face so she could get to work.

Pulling the skin taut with one hand, she placed the edge of the cold blade against his cheek with the other. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

His eyes flashed to hers. Was she talking about the shaving or that thing between them that they weren’t talking about? The mischievous grin appeared again, only this time it annoyed him more than anything else. He was tired of maintaining the status quo, evading his feelings with humor and banter.

As she moved the blade downwards in slow, even strokes that he could barely feel, he considered the possibility of having read her wrong. Maybe their physical closeness, the intimacy of trusting her to run a blade over his face and throat, had clouded his judgement.

“How attached are you to your sideburns?” She wasn’t even trying to hide the teasing in her voice.

His skin tingled as sweat began to form, frustration building as feelings of doubt settled deep down inside. “Can you stop joking.”

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Hey, I joke to deflect.” Ziva narrowed her eyes. “And, occasionally out of boredom,” he conceded.

She lowered her hands, busied them with cleaning the blade, then looked at him decisively. “I know.” Inhaling deeply, she placed to razor on his other cheek. “Let us just get this over with.”

Did she mean the shave, or the conversation they had been avoiding for years?

Her hands moved expertly over his face as his drifted to her thighs on their own volition. She stilled her movements, a beat passed before her gaze met his. Open and exposed she bit her bottom lip, then got back to work.

He didn’t dare move his hands until she rinsed the blade and carefully placed it aside. His fingers squeezed gently, feeling the strong muscle underneath the rough denim as she held his gaze.

She dabbed his face clean with wet paper towels, avoiding his gaze again, a myriad of emotions washing over her eyes, eventually settling on fear.

“It will be dangerous,’ she said gravely.

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about the undercover op, not them. He grinned and squeezed her thighs reassuringly. “You’ll have my back.”

Shaking her head vigorously, she said, “No, Tony, I will be in the van down the road, it could take minutes before I…”

Smoothing her fingers over his cheeks, her thumbs briefly caressed his lips and she made eye contact.

He smiled gently. “I’ll be careful, I’m gonna want another shave like this.”

She released a breath, fear fading from her eyes as she leaned in closer. Her lips touched his tentatively at first, then firmly. Claiming him, giving him a reason to be extra careful.

The sound of the door handle barely registered in his mind, and was swiftly followed by Ziva’s warm hands on his chest, pushing him backwards as she slid of the countertop, turned and smoothly wiped up some spilled water with a paper towel.

From the corner of his eye he saw the door open and a familiar figure walk in. Briefly looking at Ziva in the mirror, he noticed a light blush on her cheeks.

“Oh, hey, boss,” he said lightly.

Gibbs looked at him with scrutiny, then a gave a small nod. “Nice job, Ziver.”

She turned around, blush gone, that mischievous look that always stirred up the hornets’ nest in his stomach firmly in place. Smiling smugly, she looked from him to Gibbs, and said, “It’s not every day I have the opportunity to put I knife so close to DiNozzo’s throat.”

Gibbs smirked and walked past them without a second glance.

Feeling overly confident he winked at Ziva before quickly gathering his things, and catching up to her at the door. He glanced back at Gibbs, then opened the door for Ziva and whispered, “That was a really close shave.”

#tiva #tiva fanfiction #tiva fic amnesty #my fanfiction #this fic made me quit writing last February after editing it #and yes I actually deleted it before posting hoping i'd be able to start writing again #but that somehow made me feel like i had deleted whatever writing skills i had left #and i want to start working on Mikey's request so #hopefully posting it will be like taking out the trash and reset my brain #can't wait for fic amnesia to set in as usual #i need something in my life to break through this cycle of one step forward two steps back

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