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cheesewithasideofcheese · 1 year

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Wrong Time, Right Place

Sindri x gn!modern!reader

I don’t got much of an excuse this time but I’ve just been so stumped on what to write. I’ve been putting off the pt.2’s of my other fics because I never like how to go about Sindri’s personality. Y’all have been so nice and kind, I never expected attention to be brought to my fics so seeing the overwhelming positivity is really nice. Anyways come get y’all’s juice. I made it long as balls cause I felt bad and I couldn’t handle myself.

Reader is from our time and just sorta accidentally fell into there’s, readers also mentioned to be tall at a couple points because I think the height difference is cute, Sindri is anxious and ocd coded, and Brok is himself. Some bending of canon but only in the beginning. Reader is also an Olive Garden employee when they were in the precent because I find it funny. Threw some angst in there cause I thought it fit and I couldn’t help myself.

Reader: white, Freya: pink, Hildsvini: orange, Kratos: red, Atreus: purple, Brok: blue, Sindri: green.

Falling into a new world is disorienting is unfortunate and it’s even more unfortunate that the new world is full of monsters and angry gods

It was like a flash when you were getting out of your car to walk into work to falling into a lush forest. You were convinced you smoked some bad weed even though you never touched it in your life.

A bush broke your fall and you just kinda laid there, you weren’t injured miraculously, you were just in shock. Thinking you were hallucinating you just sat there for a minute cause I’d be awkward if your were still in that parking lot.

After 10 minutes of calming your heart and trying to distinguish whether this were really or not, you heard a loud roar to the left of you and the pitter-patter of small feet to the right. Wanting to deal with neither of these things you concealed yourself more within the bush. What you didn’t expect was a type of boar creature that must have reached bellow your knee cap in height. It looked around like it was searching for something until it trotted away, seeming to not find what it was looking for.

You let out a heavy sigh you peaked your head out to make sure the coast was clear until you sat back on your butt but collided with something that didn’t seem to be there. I don’t remember a tree being behind me you thought that was cut short by loud snorts near your ear.

Letting out a loud scream, you rocketed forward at the sight of the boar. Having prior knowledge of boars from your home world you knew that they were mean motherfuckers. Even in face of your load scream the boar just observed you and kept its distance again. You two of you just stayed like that, not wanting show any weakness though you two had different reasons.

The both of them changed their goal once they heard the roar of whatever terrifying monster was close by come closer

What baffles you next was that the boar had turned into a… man. Impatient the man hauled you by the arm and took off running with you. When it seemed you both were in relative safety, he introduced himself as Hildsvini and asked me who you associate with. He didn’t really understand who Olive Garden.

“Olive Garden? I’m sorry but I don’t know that company. Are they a mercenary group.”

“No it’s a place you eat at, it’s like the 5 star restaurant for rural towns cause there ain’t anywhere else to go.”

“Restaurant? That’s not what I meant-“

“You should try their lasagna, put you in a coma.”

“What the fuck is a lasagna.”

That interact took way longer than it should have but you still haven’t completely come to turns that you had transported to a different time and place.

You two begrudgingly stopped bickering when I a brown haired women had a approached you two with apprehension. She ask Hildsvini who you were while inspecting you and your strange attire. He told her that you were the one that was at the site of the explosion. This confused you cause when you were hiding in the bush the surrounding area around you looked completely unaffected and unsinged. You contemplated telling them that but decided against it cause you were not about to go out all out on your own after they left to go look after the true person of their findings.

With this peice of information she grabbed you and pulled you with her to you presume her home. There was a huge monster in the front of her house that scared you shitless and almost took off running back to your bush but the women had such a strong hold on you, you doubted she’d let you got a foot in a direction she didn’t want.

Finally entering her house that was decreased with herbs and cloths, it was very comforting and it almost made you forget that you had exploded into this world. Realization made your heart beat faster and your blood to run cold.

“I DIED! OH MY GOD I DIED! I PROBABLY GOT RUN OVER BY SOME CAR! IS THIS PUNISHMENT FOR COMPLAINING ABOUT MY SHIFT!”

The woman jumped back in surprise and her face contorted in question. Hildsvini popped his head in cause he couldn’t help himself from being nosy.

“I assure you that you are not dead, I only brought you here to check if you for any injures but you seem completely unscathed.”

Her reasoning only caused you little comfort but you decided to just spiraling in your head so she can at least finish your checkup. After she seem be satisfied she spoke up.

“I also want to talk to you about how you got her. This forest doesn’t let anyone in it and it tells me when anyone enters its bounds. How did you get past both me and the forests security.”

“I don’t know. I know that doesn’t sound credible but i just… fell here. I was just locking my car and I didn’t intend to end up here. If I have caused trouble for you than I’m very sorry… uh…”

“Freya.”

“Yes Freya, I’m sorry and I’ll leave but I’ll probably get killed in a solid three secs max so I’m kinda drawing this out.”

“I can predict that with your lack of weapon and weird garb.”

“If it makes you feel better I dont like it either.”

Looking down at at your Olive Garden uniform of just a black dress shirt and pants, you find them cakes in mud that was know drying from being in the heat of Freyas heart. A chuckle resonates in the women before she talked again.

“Well that can’t do you could change in a spare, you do seem to be close to my size anyways.”

“NO, that would be rude of me!”

“Oh hush. If it makes you feel better I’ll give you the cloths I hate the most.”

“Fine.”

You said with a pout watching as she walked towards her closet and scanned the contents. She grabbed what she deemed necessary and stared at it for a moment. From your position what she was holding was quite beautiful, you couldn’t comprehend why she would get rid of it. Little did you know that it wasn’t that she didn’t like how it looked but rather the memories attached to it. With the flick of her wrists and a mumble under her breath the cloths were sent at you which in response you screamed and dodged the cloths.

“What has got you in a twist!”

She yelled as you flicked between her and the cloths.

“What did you just do! Was that magic?! That’s impossible!”

“Did the place you used to live not have anything resembling magic or runes?!”

“No magic, yes runes but the runes never never did anything like I’ve seen here!”

She stood in place with a look of contemplation.

“Get dressed. I need help with some herbs, I’ll need to teach you some things. You’ll have to stay here for a while… not like you can get out anyways, the elk will take you out somehow before you even reach the edge of the forest.”

Her words made your jaw drop and made you a little giddy. Before you could say anything Hildsvini fully entered the room.

“Lady Freya, I don’t believe it is wise that you-“

His mouth closed when she raised a hand.

“I don’t believe we have anything to worry about, they are the equivalent of a baby bird without the ability. They will pose no harm.”

“But my queen what if this is a ruse and Odin-“

“Do not speak of him in the company of me and my guest.”

Hildsvini let out a sigh and bowed but before leaving he shot you the death glare that almost pit you in the grave. A silence between you and Freya permitted for a couple seconds.

“What are you waiting for, we have much to do.”

You grabbed the cloths and accepted your journey as Freyas apprentice from that point onwards.

After a couple weeks you had showed no ability to create any form of magic but surprisingly you were a prodigy at herbs and medicine. This revelation reassured you that you weren’t too much of a burden to her so you decided to abandon magic and fully focus on medicine and herbs.

Hildsvini learned to warm up to you after you helped a fatal wound of his which was followed by an apology.

Years past hearing about the realms caused an insatiable urge to go explore the lands, you even learned how to swing a sword but it didn’t seem enough cause when ever you stepped past the forests edge some huge fucking monster just appears. It almost seemed comical each time you tried, stealing out an area for weeks to get some semblance of a routine with the local beasts but it is never fruitful. This made you hole up in Freyas house for years but it seemed she loved the company.

You two had grown so close that she’d tell you about her son , Baldur, and all the happy memories they had in Aesir while omitting why she doesn’t see him anymore. She’d eventually tell you about Odin and her marriage, how it seemed so happy until she found out that he was only using her to become immortal. She’d tell you about her time being a Valkyrie, her fellow sisters, and how they turned mad because of Odins influence.

Years later when the incident came where he became stuck in his boar form, you and Freya advised for for him to stay near the house but all you two got was an annoyed huff while he waddled away.

You two were oblivious to him being hunted by a young boy and the god killer until the forest called to Freya cause if you two to rush out to look for him. The name the forest gave him was concerning but you couldn’t just leave your friend to die.

You found the boy and man looming over the boar. Seeing the size of the man alone made the hand holding your weapon faulted. You weren’t surprised when Freya rushed to Hildsvini, inspecting his wound while ignoring the two. You could tell she was peeved but pushed it down for the sake of Hildsvini. Making the man carry him to Freyas abode while you rushed in grabbing the necessary herbs and treating Hildsvini as fast as you could but you were missing Lambs Crest so you yelled at the man to go pick some out in the back.

He did not take that nicely and stood firmly in his spot. Freya had to basically push him out to get to picking. Freya and the man you know knew as Kratos were conversing as you stitches your friend up. The little boy, Atreus, stood over you in wonder and spouted questions the moment it looked like you were done.

Is he going to be okay? Why are you help just some boar? Why are you living in the forest? What did you close his wound with? Why Lambs Crest? Have you lived here all your life? What’s with the weird accent? Can you talk to animals too? You answered all his questions with awkward enthusiasm, I mean this was the first new person you’ve seen in years, it was one of the reasons you wanted to leave the forest in the first place.

When you thought Atreus was satisfied with your answers new questions left his mouth with more vigor but was cut off by his father with a look of annoyance.

As the two were leaving to continue their quest an idea popped in your head.

“Let me join.”

“No.”

“Please, I’m decent with a sword and I don’t think your child is a good medic.”

Kratos paused for a second but before he could shoot you down again Freya piped up.

“That’s a wonderful idea. Having a healer on hand will be an advantage on your adventure.”

“Father, we should. You are pretty amateur at herbs.”

He gave a pointed glare at Atreus for the jab but eventually gave in.

“Fine but the moment you became a burden rather than useful I’m throwing you to the wolves.”

“Ok I won’t!”

You yell while running to your corner of Freyas house and shoving essentials into your nap sack.

That’s how your journey started, traveling from realm to realm with the duo.

Kratos still didn’t try to call you by your name. On the other hand you and Atreus became pseudo-siblings and teacher. You thought him what you could remember from public school but you kinda lost him a graphs so that seemed like a good place to stop. You taught him the basics of chemistry and physics even though he didn’t understand half the words you said. You were also his emotional pillar.

You had met many people on your journey, some assholes and others only slightly but the two that stuck out the most was the Huldra Brothers. Brok was boisterous while Sindri was soft and awkward.

When you met Sindri at his little workshop when he was still estranged from his brother, he seemed to be very… rigid when you tried to introduce yourself. It wasn’t the greatest impression of him but you thought he was cute either way.

As your journey continues to search for the highest peak to release Atreus’s mother and Kratos’s late wife, you became best friends with Brok and would stay at his little stand-in workshops. Your personality’s clashed perfectly, it was a breathe of fresh air because you constantly felt like you were being criticized by Kratos for every step you took. You’d laugh and exchange stories, Brok didn’t understand most of them but that didn’t stop him from giving his two cents.

“Now I don’t know whatever the fuck an ‘IcE mAkEr’ is but your manager sounds like a massive bitch.”

“I mean it doesn’t really matter now cause I most likely won’t be going back.”

“…. You don’t plan on heading back? Or at least trying to find a way back?”

“No, it honestly feels like this is my home. Maybe that’s why I got transported here. Maybe not. Who can tell.”

Wanting to change the subject you looked around the shabby workshop. Your eyes landed on a hammer that looked suspiciously familiar.

“Is that Sindri’s hammer?”

“Huh.”

Brok turned and let an exasperated groan.

“The fucking since left his stupid hammer when he ran off.”

“Ran off?”

Brok turned around and just kinda stood there with a grimace on his face.

“Uh yeah. Bears are vicious, good thing we can teleport.”

“Bears arnt local to this area.”

“Memory must have slipped cause it was a… uh… raider. Yeah, raider.”

“Raiders are in Midgard.”

“STOP ASKING QUESTIONS! BY THE GODS I DONT REMEMBER MURDERING ANYONE AND SINCE I HAVEN’T I SHOULDN’T BE INVESTIGATED LIKE THIS!”

“Fine! Just stop shouting!”

Brok went back to fiddling with a bow for.

“He saw you.”

“What?”

“I’m not repeating myself so you either turn back time and hear it or live on without it.”

Conveniently Kratos and Atreus approached looking worse for wear.

“Baldur?”

“Yes.”

“What a nuisance.”

As the altitudes got higher the less you saw of Brok and the more Sindri appeared. The thinner the air the more confident Sindri got, not to your knowledge because he seemed to act like the same cute awkward dwarf.

On those mountains is where you two truly met. He’d watch as you’d talk with conviction about something that you miss from your home. You’d watch as he rambled about his latest smithing project. He’d let you visit his and Broks house in the realm between realms. You’d show him cracked phone and open it just to see his face on the inter workings of it.

The death of Baldur caused Freya to seek vengeance on Kratos, Atreus, and you. She banished you from the forest you had lived in for years and that the next time she sees you that she’ll put you in the ground. It was hard because she was not only your mentor but also a mother figure that you could praise for hours. But even though it hurt you shoved it down until the ashes were scattered in the wind at the highest peak in the realms.

Kratos and Atreus hid back in Midgard in a forest next to the forest you had been banished from which made it hard to accept their offer to join them. You had no other option and it was the safest because of the protective seal that hid you guys from Freya, raiders, and hel-walkers. It was a period of peace that you did not expect to experience with the two.

When the guilt had become to great you turned to Sindri for support because Kratos would tell you to suck it up, Atreus is a child, and Brok would probably make a sex joke while you were breaking down.

Sindri was honored but he didn’t know if he was the best option, he learned that you were a very touchy. Due to certain events in his life, he is very adverse to touch. So he thought and thought until he came up an idea. It had taken him weeks with his perfectionist behavior and his avid avoiding of Broks help because that would only make it easier to tease him. Brok would refer you as ‘his little crush’ when alone with Sindri and it would drive him up the walls because what if you heard. When he was finally finished he put the treasure in a box and waited for the right time to give it to you. Which came when you were both taking cover from fimbulwinter.

“I think this will do.”

You stated as your teeth chattered. The fire you had started in the cave was barely a an inch or two in height but it was better than nothin.

“You know you’d think we’d prepared for stuff like this to happen.”

He sat right across from you while setting down his bag of everything as you liked to call it. He had been carrying it around more often recently. A silence stretches on for some minutes. This isn’t uncommon, you two enjoyed each others company even if you were just sitting next to each other without a word, it’s comforting.

“Hey, why have you been hauling around that bag for weeks.”

You gave the bag a tittle nudge with your foot. You see his face drop and the hand around the handle of the bag tighten.

“Stupid question. Don’t answ-“

“Actually I’ve been meaning to give you something.”

You lighten up and watch as Sindri searches through the bag until he uncovers a wrapped long triangle box. Sindri is sweating bullets and simply wants to evaporate. He worked so hard trying to supper what would make you happy through vague questions he’s been asking you the last month. He watch’s as you open the box. In the box is a sword. A sword(just think of a really cool sword you’d like cause I couldn’t think of anything 😅) that was so beautiful you almost fumbled the box out of your hands in shock, it looked like it was made for a god. What stood out was the ribbon wrapped around the hilt with a medal medallion hanging from it. Taking a closer look at it, you see that it had the forest you use to reside in with varies runes and wording around the circle edge. You caressed every groove in the medal in astonishment.

“You’ve been so sad after what happened with Freya I just thought that since I don’t know how to comfort people properly it would be nice as a reminder of your home. You don’t have to like it! I can-“

He stopped when he heard a silent sob rip through the air. Was it really that bad? What he didn’t expect was for you to jump on him in a hug. You sobbed into his chest while he awkwardly ran through his hands through your hair.

“I love it so much! No one’s ever given me something so beautiful and thoughtful. You even put my favorite animal!”

“Oh please it’s the least I could do for a… a friend.”

Although his tone sounded disappointed you hugged him harder and got up with him in tow.

“Sorry for touching you there. Kinda had a moment there.”

“It’s alright and do you want to know something?”

“What?”

“That was the first time my skin didn’t crawl when someones touched me.”

Your face flushed while a smile stretched across your face.

“I’m so honored.”

Sindri let out an airy chuckle as you grab the sword out of the box and unwrapped the medallion from the hilt. You gave it another look over, admiring its beauty, but then you noticed the words engraved on the back. You hadn’t gotten far on your alphabet but you could make out some words such as: love, forest, family, healer, and heart.

“What this say?”

You push the medallion towards him and upon realizing what you want him to read, his face became flushed and he started rambling again.

“Oh you know just a thank you and how you’ve been an amazing friend.”

The word on his tongue felt gross and unfamiliar even though it was the most appropriate for the situation. I mean you can only spring so much on someone before they shut down! Springing both the gift and a confession would be insensitive. He knew you couldn’t read it and planned to just wait for you to learn more to figure it out eventually. What he wouldn’t guess was that when you would leave the cave to go back home you would ask Mimir to translate it for you.

When you figure out what was engraved on the back you kinda just… shut off(see he was right). I mean it was kinda obvious in hindsight but had he been pinning after all these years. Maybe he became more confident to give this to you because he noticed that you had been pinning back(he hadn’t). If that’s what he planned than why would he say it was a ‘thank you’ for being ‘friends’. Brok must have told him cause how would he know or are you that obvious(he didn’t and was watching both of you be idiots while treating it like a show).

Eventually you made up your mind to confront him, before your conviction burned out you headed towards the portal door but was stopped by Atreus.

He asked you to go hunting with him and Sindri. Sindri stepped out from behind the boy with a sheepish smile.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’! I thought you loved hunting.”

“Yeah come on it’ll be fun. You’ll get to test out that new sword I made ya!”

“You got a new sword! Why didn’t you show me!”

“Guys I’m just not feeling the best. Must have eaten something bad but tell me how it went when you come back.”

“I thought you were going to the portal?”

“Just need a walk and it’s pretty to look at.”

“Fine.”

“We’ll be back in a couple hours!”

Oh god you knew and Sindri was fucked. How could he miscalculate so hard, the literal EX-ADVISOR of ODIN lived with them who couldn’t stop talking for the life of him. He felt like he was gonna throw up the whole hunt and had to head back to portal in front of the four of y’all’s ‘house’.

Before he could even got out his stone he felt a hand on his should but he didn’t shudder, it was like his body knew it was you before his mind did.

“Hey could we talk… alone.”

He almost threw up all over you in that moment. This was a nightmare that didn’t seem to end

“Sure.”

You pulled him into through the snow before stopping at the edge of a lake that you two frequented.

You two sat at the end of the dock on the lake that is now frozen over. It was silent but not how it is usually, this was tense.

“So how’d the hunt go?”

“Uh..had to leave… felt sick.”

“Really? I know I said I was sick 10 minutes ago but I just wanted an excuse to leave.”

“I know it wasn’t hard to tell.”

You both went silent again, waiting for the other to speak. It had stretch on for another 5 minutes where you broke.

“I know what it says.”

Your confession made Sindri jump. What was he suppose to say.

“I feel the same.”

This man almost threw up again but in surprise. He still didn’t say anything, he had been waiting for this moment for years. He didn’t believe he’d make it this far.

“Could you PLEASE say something I’m kinda worried over here.”

“I love you.”

It was like the whole forest fell silent with you both as you two stared at each other. With both of your flushed faces you both broke out in laughter. It was so surreal. Once the laughter died down you both stared at each other again and leaned in. It had been something you both had fantasized about for years. Once you two connected it was if the world stopped. Except for one person.

“Oh what a heartfelt moment.”

You didn’t perseave the arrow through your hip until you looked down and saw the arrow pierced through your cloths and skin as blood dropped down it.

“NO!”

Not a second later you had been transported by Sindri to the front of your house. Atreus and Kratos exited at the sound of Sindris yelling.

They both carried you in to your bed as you tell them what herbs you need. They were lucky you kept 10 of everything on hand for those ‘just-in-case’ moments.

Sindri had stayed by your side the entire time while you told Atreus what to do. He felt at fault I mean how could he let you leave the protective seal with a sword wielding witch that’s been plotting her revenge for years. He felt like an idiot which was echoed by Kratos.

Even though you were completely fine and actually looked better than before he still felt awful. It reminded him of how he almost lost his brother. It made him think if he would have done the same for you if he had. Yes, yes he would.

After the rough start, you two were happy as can be. Kratos even gave his blessing! Atreus was relieved because as he said “maybe he’ll stop talking about you so much when we hangout”. That raised a few eyebrows and Sindri threw some stuff about snitching on him. When Brok found out he was elated because he liked to see his brother so happy but he also liked watching you two for entertainment.

Sindri is constantly on edge, even after you and Freya make amends. He just always apprehensive when around her. It did wane when Freya had went to him to compliment him about the sword that he made for you although it was followed by a threat that if he ever did anything to you he’d be hung by the rafters. He’d look for to Brok for support but he was on her side with it.

Sindri had started teaching you some of the basics smithing but eventually quite because of how stressful it would end up being for him. Not for your safety(ouch) but because you wouldn’t follow the habits he’d do. Like no Sindri I don’t think the dagger would be instantly ruined if I don’t check it every 30 seconds. You once used one of Broks technique on a sword and he almost had an aneurysm. So you two had to find something else to do.

Baking, fishing, foraging, and cleaning all ended horribly because either one of you was too bad at it or you kept arguing over a step.

Then you two started painting and drawing together. It worked best because you two were on the same skill level and there isn’t anything you can really do ‘wrong’. You two would sit in front of each other and draw the other or find some place in the realms that’s relatively safe and paint the scenery. Sindri started to run out of room on his walls because he refuses to put away and portrait you give him.

Brok has a field day when ever he see’s you two together. Always has some embarrassing story on him.

If your the type to give him random trinkets that make you think of him, he’ll make a designated draw in his bedroom to put them all. I swear he’s like a little school girl when he looks at them from time to time. Kicking his feet back and forth while giggling and shit.

When ever you’d tell him about the technology from your home time he’s all ears. The technology from your time absolutely amazes him. What baffles him the most is TVs like what did you mean it displays pictures from 0’s and 1’s, AND THEY MOVE. He wouldn’t believe you with some of them cause no way Bluetooth actually exists.

When anniversaries of y’all’s relationship comes around Sindri goes all out. He kicks out Brok and anyone who tries to enter the house cause this is y’all’s day. Honestly you two don’t do much except eat and hangout, just enjoying each others company.

Y’all would have matching rings of your preferred gemstone that he made. Something simple but beautiful none the same.

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This took forever my god. Hope you guys enjoy :)

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peachyteabuck · 4 years

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enemy of my enemy is my lover

summary: you planned on just going to a meeting with an adversary, hoping to gain more territory in the process. you left with something much, much better.

pairing: mobster!bucky barnes x mobster!reader

words: 3,226

trigger warnings: smut (oral - f recieving and vaginal sex), mob dynamics

notes/other: this was inspired by ask received by @bucky-plums-barnes a long, long time ago about a mobster!bucky headcanon that describes the plot to this fic. while i could not find the exact ask (trust me, i tried), i credit the anonymous genius & gen heavily for inspiring this. thank you both!

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Each step you make is loud, sharp; the sound of heels clicking against the cold, cracked cement of New York City. It’s something, one of the things, that makes you powerful – sends this thick feeling of invulnerability through your veins, as if you’re some deity returning to her alter.

That feeling – one of untouchable power – has always been…sort of…hard for you to conjure. It’s not like you’re not not powerful in this world absent your fantasies. You run the second most powerful mob in the country! You’ve got a large pull in international trade! You’ve got major influence in congress and almost every state senate! You’ve got money, a smoking hot and super amazing boyfriend, and loyal coworkers. What else do you need?

Regardless of all that, roaming the streets at night never fails to send a special kind of shiver crawling across your skin. It’s a particular type of fear, one that makes you pull your steel grey coat closer to you as you roam the street, makes your hand cling tighter to the .45 in your deep, righthand pocket.

As you reach the alley where the deal you’re brokering is supposed to take place, your phone buzzes a few times in a row. You have an urge to check it, to make sure the man you love is okay, but letting your guard down now wouldn’t be wise. You’ve got to keep a keen mental sharpness about you to make sure no one kidnaps you (or worse) or fucks you over at your own deal, but still, the only person who would be texting you at this godforsaken hour is the man you left at home, and in this business you can never be too careful about the ones you care deeply about…

Your thoughts are interrupted (quite rudely, you might add), by the sound of a thick winter coat shuffling – as if someone were to be rolling their sleeves up. The noise of the fabric gets louder as the person – a man, you soon realize – steps closer. A man with sharp cheekbones and a dark beard and beautiful, pillowy lips.

His gaze, even under the dark baseball cap that lacks insignia, seems hauntingly familiar. You can’t place it, and it seems rude to ask if you’ve met before, given the circumstances. Still…something seems…recognizable about this mystery man.

You don’t realize it, though, until the man opens his mouth and asks about the new baby seal in the San Francisco zoo. It’s the right code, that’s not what throws you. Rather, it’s the gravely voice of the man you’ve been dating for years that stops you in your tracks.

“Bucky!?” you call out, completely confused and abandoning the correct coded response. “Why are you out here?”

Bucky, now meeting your eyes, seems just as bewildered as you are. “I, uh…I’m….what, what are you doing here?”

You have no idea how to respond, mind too baffled to form words. “Wh…what…”

You step closer, carefully – as if he was some rabid cat you found behind your apartment building. His beautiful baby blues are wide, eyes narrowed – you gasp when you get close enough to smell the cologne, his cologne, the exact scent you bought him for Christmas the year previous. “Are…are you…you’re…are you the White Wolf?”

Bucky visibly steps back at the mention of the street name – the street name of the guy who runs the mob that (similar to yours) is based in New York and works in black market goods. He tries to hide his shock, just in case what he thinks is happening definitely isn’t happening. In all honesty, Bucky can’t tell which one would be worse. “And, you’re uh. You’re…um…are you….are you She-Devil?”

If you were disoriented before, you have no word to describe how much your brain is short-circuiting at the thought that this man – the man you love, has secretly been running not only a mob, but a rival mob, this entire time.

“Do…wait,” you shake your head to try and collect your exceptionally scattered thoughts. “Are you the guy who wanted to negotiate territory with me?”

Bucky hesitates for a second, body tense and reluctant to say anything. You’re both still, not daring move a muscle and the both of you stare each other down. It feels like an eternity before he does anything, your surprise only growing as a massive, shit-eating grin spreads across his gorgeous, scruffy face.

It’s a look you know well, one you’ve come to both love and despise. It’s the same look he gave you when he told you he wanted to build (not pay someone else to build, build himself) a deck in a house you moved out of two months later, when he almost got a face tattoo, when he sold your house (you know, the one he wanted to build a deck for) to buy one three streets away. That’s the look he get when some grand idea that will probably turn out to be a disaster – the look that says “this may be a disaster, but the only way to see if it is will be to try it.”

In an instant, Bucky closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. As he arms wrap around you, you can feel him rub at the small of your back, just as he always does when he’s trying to keep you calm. “Yeah, babygirl. That’s me. I’m the White Wolf.”

You press your face in the warm embrace of his coat, muffling your speech. “But why didn’t you tell me?”

Bucky shrugs as he answers. “Didn’t want you to feel unsafe, I guess. Didn’t want you to worry about me.” He presses a kid to the top of your head. “Better question, why didn’t you tell me?”

You sigh, your small voice becoming even tinier. “I dunno…same reasons as you, I guess. Felt like I’d be dragging you into something you wouldn’t want to deal with.”

Bucky barks a laugh into the night, the sound reverberating off the tall buildings. “Seems reasonable.”

You pull away but refuse to make eye contact as tears well in your eyes and cloud your vision. For a mob leader, you’re very emotional. “Baby, are you sure? Like, are you sure this is okay? I mean, we kept this major part of our lives from each for literal years…like, does that say something about us as a couple? And we’re, like, rivals, we’re supposed to be competing against each other for money and goods and ports and clients and-“

Bucky cuts into your anxious ramblings by pulling you back into a tight bug. “Hey, hey! Baby, listen. This is a good thing! A great one, if you want it to be!”

You wipe at your nose with your hand. “Are you…what do you, are you sure? What do you mean?”

Bucky nods, eyes ablaze with excitement for the future. “Of course, baby, listen. Separate, our mobs are both powerful, right? We can agree on that. But together? With the territory, the influence, us...together, we could rule the fucking world.”

Technically, he isn’t wrong; with your strategy and Bucky’s brutal execution, your combined business could easily become the apex predator of the mob scene within the Western hemisphere. What Bucky had, you lacked, and vice versa. You’d studied his…business…for years (before you knew it was Bucky who ran the Pack, of course) as you climbed the ranks of your own mob. You know they have hands in several international black markets, have relationships with lots of lots of rich people who do lots and lots of bad things and pay lots and lots of money for those bad things.

Oh God, you’d never think being power-hungry and love drunk could feel so good. Your mind fogs over with all the things you could do if you had Bucky and his gang by your side, you could do anything. Simply by territory you’d be outgunning Hydra, let alone the combined wealth and human capital. You’ve never felt this exhilarated before in your life, the freezing night air electrifying your rib cage and-

Bucky and you grin madly. Wordlessly, you clasp hands and walk back to your shared apartment halfway across town. Both of you are silent until you’re safely inside your secured home. As you pull your hair up into a messy ponytail, Bucky began grabbing bowls for dinner.

“You know-” he said as he ladled soup out of the deep red Crock Pot. “Now that we aren’t desperately trying to hide our occupations from each other, we can move into a bigger house?’ Bucky says it like a question, but you know better.

Normally you’d tell him “no, of course we can’t do that, we can’t afford it.” But now that you both know that you’re each hiding hundreds of millions of dollars in offshore accounts, slush funds, and dummy corporations throughout the world…

“Sure,” you shrug. “Why not.”

Bucky grins like a child on Christmas. “If we’re gonna rule, we need the proper palace.”

You forego giving into Bucky’s terrible, awful joke to hang up your studded coat, to take off your business casual navy-blue pants and black button-up in, and change into a pair of workout shorts and some tie-dye hoodie you thrifted about ten years ago. Bucky calls them your “thinking clothes,” attire you wear specifically to center yourself, to clear your mind of everything except the task at hand.

During dinner, you and Bucky begin to plan how you can consolidate assets, personnel, jobs, and everything that comes with heading mobs. It’s a long talk, one that lasts long into the night and ends with hastily-drawn diagrams and maps strewn around your living room.

It takes hours and way too many pots of coffee, but eventually the plan for the merger is laid out in front of you – all the graphs and math and official language handwritten in your neat cursive (along with a few notes scrawled by Bucky) on over twenty sheets of pristine printer paper.

Bucky sighs happily when he sees it all finished. He’s standing, desperate for a bird’s eye view of the entire thing.

You, on the other hand, are much too tired to stand. You settle for, “How does it look, babe?” as you draw two lines for each of your signatures below both of your full names.

When you look up, you see Bucky – eyes twinkling with joy. “It looks…,” he sighs, happily. “Amazing. I love you so much.”

You giggle, drawing lines for a few witnesses (you’ll make a few of your associates sign tomorrow). “I love you, too, babe. Now, you still got that champagne from our visit to France?”

Somewhere between the front room and the wine fridge, Bucky had you pinned against the wall and was cupping your clothed pussy.

“While I think you look great,” Bucky murmurs against the hot skin of your neck. “You’re wearing just a little too much for me.”

In an instant he tears the skimpy shorts from your body, the sound of ripping fabric making you moan;

“Fuck,” you gasp as one digit, then another enters you. “Holy shit that feels good.”

Bucky pulls away enough to look you in the eyes, smiling as he watches your jaw slacken from the pleasure. “Yeah? You like that?”

If you could speak you would, but each word just comes out as a breathy moans. Your first orgasm hits you like a wave, Bucky pulling it from you with crooked fingers and his lips on yours.

When you come down Bucky carries you to the bed, undressing himself as you do the same.

He pulls you to the end of the bed by your ankles, pushing your legs up to your chest. He enters you easily – bottoming out within a few thrusts.

You and Bucky moan into each other’s mouths as he fucks into you.

“Oh God,” he groans, moving to kiss at your neck. “Holy shit!”

He rubs at your clit with the thumb of one hand as he bites bruises in your collarbones, desperate to hear the symphony of sweet sighs and deep moans as you near another peak.

“Come on baby,” Bucky murmurs into your lips. “Come on, cum around my cock for me.”

It doesn’t take much after that – a few more circles around your clit in time with his thrusts and soon you’re scream and nearly tears the sheets from how tight you’re gripping them and your whole body convulses from pleasure.

Bucky finishes himself onto your stomach, head thrown back in pleasure as he does so.

He takes a minute to collect himself, still panting as he grabs a tissue to clean you off.

After water and a snack (two granola bars you had stuffed into your bedside drawer an unknowable amount of months ago), you curl into Bucky’s chest, tracing the litany of tattoos there. “Weren’t we supposed to drink to celebrate?”

Bucky lets out a full belly laugh. “Probably. But the alcohol is all the way downstairs. Plus, I know something else I can drink to celebrate?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Only you? Why don’t I get to get drunk?”

Bucky just smirks, moving you off of him. You’re about to protest but begin to understand once he pushes the covers off the both you to make room for himself between your legs.

“Trust me,” he tells you, leaving kisses on your skin between every few words. “You’ll love this a lot more than any old champagne.”

And, of course, he was right.

The next day, you meet with your closest adversaries. While you two wait in the conference room in the building Bucky took over after it was condemned a couple years back, you can feel your heart ram into your ribcage. It’s less from anxiety and more from anticipation, knowing you might face major backlash from the people you trust the most.

The first to arrive is the woman you trust the most in this world: Natasha. She doesn’t move towards the table, simply stands just inside the doorway while staring you down. She doesn’t recognize Bucky, but doesn’t enjoy being below the eyeline of a man she’s never seen before.

“Natasha,” you say, desperate to remain calm. “This is Bucky. We’ve been together for five years. And he’s the leader of the Pack.”

In a fashion much atypical for Natasha Romanoff, her eyes widen slightly. “Oh…” she says after a long while. “Okay then.”

She promptly sits down with no further questions.

As with many business, heads and second-in-commands of mobs rarely come face to face. They have goons, messengers that do their footwork. Descriptions of the faces belonging those in charge pass around akin to rumors, only whispered quieter.

Which is why, when Steve comes in, he has no idea what to think until Bucky introduces you and Natasha.

By the time Bucky’s finished talking, Steve’s beat red. “Buck, what the fuck is this.”

“Just,” Bucky sighs, worried about his phrasing and angering his best friend on the face of the planet (whether that be Steve, for reasons that feel obvious, or you, for reasons that feel even more obvious). “Sit down. We’ll explain-“

“’We’ll!’” Steve nearly screams.

Bucky is the only one who flinches at the sudden loud noise. You finish his sentence for him. “Yes. Bucky and I will explain.”

Steve doesn’t like it, doesn’t like taking orders from a rival. Still, he sits at the large, oval conference table opposite Natasha.

The last two people to come in are the head of you and Bucky’s legal departments. Wanda gives you a single nod before sitting next to Natasha, a man Bucky addresses as “Tony” sits next to Steve.

You exhale deeply once the metaphorical dust settles, encouraging Bucky to begin the spiel he had prepared last night been orgasms four and five.

“Alright. We have,” he sighs. “We have decided to combine our two…” Bucky struggles to find the right word. He worries for bugs and secret agents and misunderstandings, brain always struggling to remember that this is sacred, secret business. Any crack in any of the numerous protective facades could mean its downfall, along with the loss of billions of dollars and his life.

“Entrepreneurial endeavors,” you finish for him.

You hear Natasha snort, amused by the avoidance of saying gang and mob and illegal distributor of goods. The rest of your cohort are silent, unsure of what to say next.

Each beat of verbal inaction leaves you more fearful than the last, your heart getting louder and louder in your ears.

For what feels like forever, no one says anything.

Though, with the pounding of blood in your ears, they could be screaming obscenities at you and you wouldn’t be able to hear them.

The only thing that seems able to quiet the noise is Bucky’s fingers intertwining with yours.

Only then do you hear Wanda speak, her accent tinging each word. It’s comforting, to hear something so familiar.

“I assume you both have drawn up something that,” she eyes the man across from her with a look dusted with disdain. “Tony and I can look at.”

Bucky slides the thick document, held together in a beat-up binder you found under a bookshelf, across the table. Wanda is the one who stops it and looks into it first.

She says nothing, holding her tongue as she allows Tony to eye the document. He’s wearing dark sunglasses and pushes them to the corner of his nose as thumbs through it, looking bored and tired.

“Yeah, this shit looks good,” Tony says quickly, shoving the dark glasses back over his eyes. “Can we leave now?”

The resounding silence continues until you break it yourself, attempting to detail for Steve and Natasha what it all means. They listen diligently and sign where needed, Natasha being decided on as the most likely to type it up into an official document and send it to the necessary parties.

Once it’s all over, you and Bucky ride down in the big, glass elevator together – excitement electric in the air.

“How’re you feeling?” Bucky asks. It doesn’t seem to be out of concern, even if tears of happiness are pricking at your eyes.

“God,” you tell him, voice breathy and ecstatic. “I don’t even know how to describe it. I just, I don’t know. I’ve been so terrified I’d have to hide this forever – or that you’d find out, or that someone would figure out who you were. And now…I just,” you wipe at your eyes, and Bucky pulls you into his chest. “I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I know you’re protected. And I don’t have to hide this from you. And I’m so fucking happy about it.”

Bucky kisses the top of your head, tucking you under his chin. “Oh, baby. Darling I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.”

The two of you stand in silence, holding each other until you have to exit. Neither of you say anything until you’re both in the car, safely on your way back to your shared home.

“We’re in this together right?” you ask, looking at Bucky as he keeps his dark eyes on the road.

Regardless he smiles, moving his right hand from the wheel to rest on your knee. “Always, baby. Always.”

#mobster!bucky barnes #mobster bucky barnes au #winter solider #bucky barnes x reader #mobster bucky barnes x reader #lukis writes things #fun fact this drafts is almost 2 years old #and i kinda hate it but listen its done and its on the internet now

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Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Updates Required (part 2)

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With the ship launched and crew settled, it’s time to get to work. Which, for Bunbun, means updating. How smoothly that goes depends on the crewmates in charge… Bunbun’s hoping she’s in good company.

Featuring appearances by Junior, Laser, and Rose!

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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Ok so originally I wanted to keep all this together, but decided it’d be better to chop it into pieces. That way I can keep my momentum, keep posting for y’all, and still intro y’all to the crew as things get moving!

Yes, I’m aware this chapter is coming out 3 days after the last one. I do not control the will to write but my motivation knows no bounds rn! Enjoy the fruits of my hyperfixation labor lskjfsdf

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Mission Log 4

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR F Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE / UPDATES NEEDED

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.98 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.97 / ALIGNMENT UPDATES NEEDED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: CALIBRATOR OFFLINE

Communications: ONLINE / UPDATES NEEDED

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: TEMPORARILY OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: FULL

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Many systems functioning on reserve power temporarily, as updates are needed. PINK identified systems in need of updates. PINK has commenced updates under DARK BLUE supervision. Updates still in progress. RED has been admitted to medbay for minor injuries. Other crew performing normal activities.

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The soft thump of boots on metal accompanied two crewmates as they meandered down the hall. Bunbun trailed after River, taking a look at her task list. The tasks from Reactor and Security glowed green. Five other tasks still remained white. More updates in one day than she’d prefer, sure. But she’d had a nice send off by the reactor monitor. Lemon’s kind words were only a minute behind her. And, if Lemon was right, she and River were off to meet his son. Hopefully he was just as friendly.

River reached upper engine first. If his disgruntled huff was anything to go by, it meant there was company. He got himself settled near the doorway as Bunbun caught up to him. She stepped into the room nervously. Amid the hissing and noise of clunky machinery, she could just hear someone shouting. It took her a minute to locate the source- half hidden by the steam, a crewmate in a lime suit was waving near the system monitoring panel. Bunbun waved back hastily, moving closer to make out their words. “-ey! Hey! Over here!” the crewmate called, waving steam out of their face. “Got it! I’m here!” Bunbun shouted back. Squinting, she did her best to swipe away some of the steam, stopping next to the stranger. From the shock of red hair she saw through bits of fog, she had a feeling he was Lemon’s son. Though she did wish she could see him better. And hear him better. It was so loud and so misty in here. “One sec! Let me just- set this thing on low for a minute-!” He coughed, tapping at the monitoring panel. “All good! You do what you need!” Bunbun replied. Soon enough, the clanking and roaring of metal died down to a low rumble. The mist cleared out as the noise quieted. Once it faded, Bunbun got her first good look at the crewmate. He had a bright green suit- lime, as HQ called it- and a brown paperboy’s cap. His large square glasses were still unfogging with the room. He had a smattering of freckles across his peachy skin, especially over his nose. The square of gauze taped to his cheek had a couple dark fingerprints against it. Oil, if Bun had a guess. As she’d noted before, his hair was just the same shade as his father’s- though it was longer and more tousled. He took off his glasses to polish them, giving a glimpse of dark blue eyes, and a brief glance at heavily pierced ears. He was definitely on the younger side for a crewmate. If she had a guess, he was out doing field work for space academy. He flashed a nervous smile at Bunbun, fidgeting as he pushed his glasses back on.

Ah, she knew that look. Seems she’d found her fellow timid crewmate.

“Er- hi, sorry about that,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Things get pretty hectic in here, a-and i’m not used to other people doing engine maintenance…” “It’s ok,” Bunbun said, “I know how that gets, believe me.” “Eheheh, right… I’m, uh Lemon Junior by the way. But you can just call me Junior.” Holding out a hand, Junior tried for a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, uh…?” “Bunbun,” Bun replied, taking his hand for a gentle shake. “I take it you heard about the updates I need to do?” “Yeah, uh, I did,” Junior nodded. “Lemon sent me up here to help out after we finished refueling.” Gesturing to the panel, he looked to her uncertainly. “If, um, I’m allowed to ask… what kinda updates are you… y’know… gonna do…?” Bunbun was sensing a theme with the engine monitors on the ship. “Just a couple things to make alignment reports more accurate,” she explained. “The engines are a little old, so giving them an update just lets the records be more accurate. Helps HQ make sure they won’t need any big fixes.” Junior nodded along as she spoke. Relief shone on his face. That made Bunbun relieved too. Any soothing she could offer in the ways of tech was nice. “Yeah, ok. That’s ok. You can, um, do what you need to,” he sighed, stepping back. “Just let me know when you’re done updating here.” “Of course!”

With that, Bunbun settled in, once again, to take care of the software. She could feel Junior watching her as she worked. It wasn’t… horrible. It didn’t feel like how river watched her. More like those curious interns she encountered sometimes. A glance over her shoulders said Junior was keeping more of an eye on the screen. He looked away quickly when he saw her watching, looking like a kid caught with the cookie jar. He must have an eye for software, she thought fondly. Kid after her own heart. She moved to the side nonchalantly to give him a better view as she worked. She could see him smile out of the corner of her eye. One of her own tugged at the corners of her mouth. Maybe they could talk code later. That would be nice. Across the room, River was grumbling to himself. When he wasn’t staring holes in the wall or his fellow crewmates, Bunbun could hear him shuffling around impatiently. Engine aligning just took a little longer. The patch would have to be replicated exactly, after all. Can’t be too careful. River’s grumbly restlessness was more of a nod to his lack of patience. From Junior’s nervous fidgeting, he’d taken notice. “... um… you can wait outside… if you want…” Junior called hesitantly, looking to River. “Can’t,” River said bluntly. “Oh- why?” Junior perked up. “Did you need something?” River shook his head with a grunt. “Gotta watch the newbie.” “Er… oh.” The lime-suited crewmate seemed to deflate a little. “Ok. Just. Thought I’d offer,” Junior mumbled. “Whatever,” River snorted. Bunbun just bent her head lower over her tablet. The green upload bar ticked forward at a snail’s pace. Though the process only took a minute or two, it was still the worst part of working with tech. Not to mention the sooner she left, the sooner she could get River out of Junior’s hair. He was fidgeting with his hands enough that she knew he was self soothing. C’mon, c’mon… almost there… she begged internally.

When the green finally filled the bar, she let out a long sigh. “Ooookay, upper engine’s all done,” she reported. “Thank the lord,” River drawled, exasperated. “All of it?” Junior blinked. His face lit up with awe. “Sheesh, that was fast!!!” “Well, yeah,” Bunbun chuckled, hiding a smile, “I wouldn’t be so highly recommended if I was slow.” “Fair ‘nuff, fair ‘nuff.” Humming contentedly, Bunbun turned back to the system monitoring panel. Oh yeah, she’d definitely talk code with him later. For now, she leaned forward to study what she’d just done. Now came the tricky part. Reuploading the exact same fixes on the other engine. How to go about this…? “Hey, Junior?” She asked, waving her crewmate over. “I have a quick question before I head out.” Junior tilted his head to the side, hat nearly slipping off his head. “Head out?” he echoed. “Well, yeah, I’ve gotta do the same thing down at lower engine. I just wanted to know if-” “Oh! Oh, nonono, lemme save you the trip-” Junior broke in. Rushing to her side, he reached for the manual alignment slider. “Y’see, I figured out this little loophole awhile ago- just a sec-” Bunbun watched with increasing confusion and concern as he expertly centered the slider, eyed the screen, and gave the slider a rather rough slam with his fist. The monitor sputtered a minute, and so did she. What was he doing? Where had her work gone??? “Wh- what did you-?” she managed to squeak, falling silent as her tablet made the distinctive thrum of a task finish notification. The screen stabilized a moment later. Junior pulled back, looking quite pleased with himself. “Aaaaaand- there!” he chirped, smiling. “I just sent your code down to Lower Engine. No need to walk down yourself.” “... how in the world did you… find that?” Bunbun wondered, baffled. “I-it’s an old system,” Junior replied meekly. “It was a bug my dad found out on accident awhile ago. We just found a way to make it useful.” “... huh.” Bunbun nodded thoughtfully. Useful bugs. An old idea, sure, but it worked just fine here. “Fair enough. Thank you!” “‘S no problem, glad I could help,” Junior beamed. “You ready to go now?” River called. “My legs are gonna give out if I stand here much longer.” Bunbun and Junior shared a look. They may have properly met a few minutes ago, but… well. They’d both seen enough of River. “Coming, coming,” Bunbun sighed. Waving at Junior, she plodded after her dark blue crewmate. “Hope the engines behave for you and lemon!” “Thanks, miss! Hope the systems behave for you too!!!”

Behind her, the engine slowly started roaring back to life. Its noisy growling echoed off the walls as she followed River once again. It might’ve just been her optimism, but she thought the sound was smoother now. Meanwhile, River seemed to have chosen a path for her this time. They were headed straight to Medbay. The noise didn’t necessarily decrease as they approached. It just changed from machinery to voices. Bunbun could only make out the conversation once she got close. River had parked himself outside of the door, looking inside a bit warily. Bunbun hung back uncertainly. What was he waiting on? “Will you please sit still?” a voice begged, clearly exasperated. “I’ve been sitting still for five minutes now!” another whined, equally as annoyed. Curious, Bunbun edged around River to peek in the room. The medbay looked as it usually did- four beds and equipment in the back. The scanner and computer monitor looked a little old, sure, but they’d been polished so well they looked new. Movement from the back right bed caught her eye- it was the source of the voices.

Sitting on the end of the bed was a crewmate in a red suit. Her pack was leaned against the footboard, a pair of red and black headphones sitting atop it. Both objects nearly got kicked over as the crewmate squirmed. Her straight dark hair was cut a little above shoulder length, a long swoosh of it nearly covering her right eye. Her brows were furrowed over her earth-toned gaze, expression quite put out. Her skin was a tannish beige, with plenty of bandages littering her face. Evidently, she was not a stranger to Medbay. A black choker was visible as she shifted again, grumpily trying to free her hand from another’s grasp. It’d been stripped of its glove, revealing some painful, blue tinted blisters. The one hanging onto the crewmate’s hand was wearing a white suit. Her long coppery hair was partly tied up in two buns, the rest of it spilling fluffily past her shoulders. Her bangs hung so low they almost covered her olive green eyes. Of course, the heart shaped glasses she wore did a better job of that. Bunbun admired how they matched her earrings, though- pink hearts adorned the crewmate’s ears. A flower pin was rooted near the right side of her head. She looked somewhat annoyed by her patient, but not angry. She was doing her best to maneuver her gently, giving her all the care of an electrician fixing sparky wiring.

“Five minutes isn’t enough for me to examine your hand,” the one in white pointed out. “Rose, babe, come on,” the one in red groaned, “it’s nothing serious, just a little plasma burn!” “You may think so, but you’re not the medic, are you?” White retorted. “But- I- you-” Red sputtered. White raised a brow. After a minute or two of stumbling over excuses, Red’s shoulders slumped. “Ghhh. Fine,” she grumbled, “have it your way.” “That’s what I thought,” White said smugly. “Now, about that hand of yours…”

A knock from the doorway drew everyone’s gaze instantly. River hadn’t moved from his spot, though his hand was now raised. He rapped his knuckle on the doorway a few more times. “Hey. Rose. Laser,” he nodded to white and red respectively. “Mind if we come in?” “Oh! River! And- you’re Bunbun, right?” Rose asked hesitantly. Bunbun nodded, giving a tiny wave. “Er, yeah. That’s me.” “Well, I wasn’t expecting either of you today!” Rose said, head tilted. “Come right in. I’ll be finished here in a little bit.” “Just don’t take the bed next to me,” Laser huffed at River. Rose gave her a look, and her patient stuck out her tongue.

River walked almost cautiously into the room, going over to stand by the left side beds. He stood straight and proper there, hands by his sides. Bunbun trailed after him. She got herself comfortable leaning on an empty bed close to the group. Rose busied herself wrapping Laser’s hand in some gauze. The two whispered to each other- something about dinner plans- as she worked. Once all was said and done, the medic straightened back up. “Now! What can I do for you two?” Rose asked them warmly. “Nothing for me today,” River replied, nodding in Bunbun’s direction. “I’m supervising Bunbun. She can give you more details.” Bunbun blinked a bit at the sudden and calm introduction. That was the most polite response she’d heard River give all day. It honestly caught her a bit off guard. Scrambling to compose herself, she held her tablet close to her chest. “Um- yeah, I’m just g-going around the ship to update some systems,” she explained timidly. “Your ship is a little out of date, but i’ve got plenty of patches and software updates to help out.” “Ah! I was wondering when HQ was going to send someone here,” Rose sighed softly. “About time, if you ask me,” Laser snorted. “We’ve been needing someone to help this bucket of bolts for lightyears.” Rose gave laser a little pat in agreement. Even River seemed to nod, albeit he rolled his eyes a little. “Yeah, so, I’ve just got a couple updates to do in medbay. I’ll try to be quick, but… y’know. No guarantees,” Bunbun continued. “That’s ok! And entirely understandable.” One finger tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze bouncing around the room. “What needs to be updated in my little corner?” “Ooone sec-” Bunbun mumbled, opening her task list. There were two tasks listed in medbay. “It looks like just your scanner and computer monitors? If that’s alright?” “I don’t see why not,” Rose hummed. “Go right ahead, miss. Let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, thank you,” Bunbun replied. She’d hardly taken a step towards the monitors, though, when Laser broke in. “Whoa whoa whoa- hooold on a sec there-” Laser burst, holding up her hands. The action made her wince, but she made no other signs of pain. “You’re here for updates, right?” “U-uh-” Bunbun stammered, confused and alarmed, “y-yes-?” “Are there any updates assigned to Weapons or Shields?” Laser pressed. “Let me… check…?” Bunbun said warily. Looking down at her task list, she gave it a quick scan. Surprisingly, they were both absent from her tasks. Huh. Well, that’s odd, she thought. Out loud, she answered Laser’s query. “No, there’s n-nothing for Weapons or Shields.” “Yes!” Laser whooped, pumping her bandaged fist. An action she immediately regretted. Hissing in pain, she still managed a wide grin. “I told you guys updating your stations often was a good idea!!!” “You did say that, didn’t you, firecracker?” Rose chuckled softly, a gentle smile on her face. “Mmmmhm…” River hummed, lips pressed tightly together. “W-well, it does keeps the systems running up to HQ code, not to mention upping their efficiency,” Bunbun explained timidly. Laser gestured to her enthusiastically. “You! I like you!” Laser grinned, “cuz you get it!!!” “Don’t mean to interrupt, ladies,” River spoke up- almost gently, giving Bunbun another momentary bluescreen- “but Bunbun does have a job to do.” Luckily, Laser and Rose’s voices snapped her out of it. “Oh. Right. She does, doesn’t she?” Laser echoed. “Sorry bout that, Bunbun.” “Indeed she does,” Rose agreed. Smiling apologetically, she nodded towards the scanner and monitor. “They’re all yours for as long as you need, Bun.” Giving the two a grateful nod, Bunbun strode towards the scanner. “It’s no problem,” she replied, pulling up her code. “I’ll be done in just a tick…”

===+===+===

The updates in medbay took much longer than expected. Around thirty minutes in total. There was a lot to get to. Not only did Bunbun find herself tripping over incorrectly stored files from previous medics, but the outdated medical system kept trying to override her new input. The whole thing was confusing, frustrating, and very difficult to work with.

Fortunately, she found herself in good company.

Rose’s level head and gentle tone helped keep her distress down, and she knew all the work arounds for the computer. Laser offered plenty of encouragement. River, to his credit, actually stayed quiet. He added input only once- when a security bypass code popped up. Other than that… nothing. He just sort of. Stood there. It was odd. But Rose and Laser were enough to distract Bunbun from it, and enough to keep her on task.

When she finally pulled back from the equipment, the other ladies gave a little cheer. “Good job, hon! It’s running like a model made yesterday,” Rose beamed. “You wrangled the hell out of that code!” Laser grinned. “That’s a perfect job in my book.” “Thank you, thank you,” Bunbun laughed, waving a hand. “You’re too kind- both of you!” “We do our best,” Laser winked. “Anytime!” Rose hummed. “... yeah. Glad you got that figured out,” River finally spoke up. Bunbun gave him a quiet nod of thanks. Was he just… warming up…? She really hoped so. Shifting in place, River jerked his head towards the door. “You ready to head out, Bunbun? Just a couple more stops.” Bunbun paused. Holding up a finger, she flipped up her tablet. Both the tasks she’d had for Medbay now glowed green. Perfect. She nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m good,” she replied. “M’kay. Let’s get a move on,” River sighed. “See the rest of y’all around.” He turned to go, pace a little slower as he left the room. Bunbun waved over her shoulder to Laser and Rose. The two smiled and waved back, free hands gently entwined as they gave their well wishes. The sight left Bunbun smiling all the way down the hall.

The more of her crewmates she met, the more at home she was starting to feel. It was… nice. Really nice. A good assignment so far. She hoped it’d stay that way.

#cr3wm8ts #au:c #among us oc #bunbun among us #river among us #junior among us #laser among us #rose among us #among us #yes i went crazy went stupid and did most of this in one day #what of it #slkjflksflskfsdlkfjsl #anyways yea here's this #will have crew files up somewhat soon #ish #probably tomorrow #arty writes

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Unexpected

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen (brief, family-friendly allusion to the birds and bees) Genre: Family Characters: Scott, John, Gordon, Alan, Virgil, EOS

Yup, another fic for @gumnut-logic‘s #irrelief! The prompt used here is ““We’re going to be uncles!” A Tracy has reproduced (can be Kayo too)” from @shirubie. Maybe not quite what the prompt implies, though.

When it came to the next generation, Scott didn’t think it would happen quite like this.

“I can’t believe it!”

Gordon’s sudden exclamation was greeted by silence from his older brothers. Scott raised an eyebrow before returning to the metaphorical mountain of paperwork on his desk. EOS had been a thoroughly internal affair, and while none of them intended on letting anyone in the GDF – including Colonel Casey, for all that she was on their side – learn the truth about what exactly had gone down during those disastrous moments on Thunderbird Five, the fact remained that several distress calls had gone unanswered for hours and the GDF wanted answers.

Finding a way to cover it all up without revealing John’s inadvertent creation of a sentient AI several years earlier, or the fact that said sentient AI now resided full time on the most technologically advanced satellite in the world, was tricky. It was not helped by the fact that she was currently only trusted entirely by John, although Scott suspected the rest of his brothers were being fast won over, and she reminded him more than a little of John when he’d been that age (assuming, of course, that EOS was approximately ten years old – John had not been forthcoming on when, exactly, he’d written the base coding).

Like creator, like… creation?

“What is it, Gordon?”

Unlike the elder brothers – Virgil was steadfastly tickling ivories without pause, and John might not be actively hovering, but Scott knew his line with them was always open (unless a certain AI – nope, not going to go there right now) – Alan had not mastered the art of working out when Gordon needed to be listened to, and when he was simply attention-seeking. Or maybe he had but had yet to tire of enabling him – or maybe, just maybe, Alan was bored of cleaning.

It was probably the latter. No-one liked cleaning, not even MAX.

“John!” Gordon called out, his tone almost accusatory, instead of directly answering his younger brother.

John, blessed with the patience of a saint but also, more importantly, the ability to tell when Gordon should be listened to, and when he should not, didn’t answer.

He did, however, pop up in miniature in the corner of Scott’s holoprojector, out of Gordon’s line of sight, and rolled his eyes. Scott appreciated the proof that the line was indeed open, and not being hijacked by EOS. He shook his head slightly in return, amused if a little exasperated at the elder blond’s outburst – whatever inane thing it was he’d thought of.

“Joo-oooohn!” Gordon repeated, in that annoying, grinding way of splitting a brother’s name into two syllables when it clearly only had one that both Scott and John hated. “Johnny!” Turquoise eyes hardened in frustration – two syllables in ‘Jo-ohn’ was one thing, but ‘Johnny’ was detested. Scott couldn’t agree, preferring ‘Scotty’ to ‘Sco-ott’ himself, or even ‘Scooter’, as his brothers occasionally bastardised his name. ‘Scotty’ was childish, but ‘Sco-ott’ was just whining.

Still, John remained silent. Patience was a virtue, and one John had far more of than Gordon. The eventual victor was already clear.

“I know you’re listening!” Gordon continued, and oh dear, there was the end of the patience. Willing or not, they were all about to be made privy to whatever revelation the aquanaut had come to. Scott didn’t have a clue what it could be, but knowing Gordon, it was probably going to be nonsense.

From the look he got from John, he wasn’t alone in that opinion.

“Jooohnny.” Now it was a whine. Dogs whined, little kids whined. Fully qualified aquanauts with military training also whined, apparently. Or maybe it was just ones named Gordon Cooper Tracy. Scott had never really interacted with WASP during his time in service. “Why didn’t you say you had a kid?”

John choked, immediately drawing the attention of the two youngest as they whirled around to see his miniature hologram perched on Scott’s – Dad’s – desk.

“Were you hiding?” Alan asked, launching himself away from the broom he was supposed to be sweeping popcorn crumbs off of the den floor with – which clattered to the floor loudly – to cling to the edge of the desk. Gordon was hot on his heels.

“A kid?” Virgil asked, the quiet melody stopping as the middle child abandoned his sonata and came to join the huddle of brothers around the desk. “Where did that come from, Gordon?”

“You mean EOS?” Alan sounded surprised, as though he’d only just drawn the conclusion. Scott wondered if Gordon had already brought him in on this crazy scheme, but even if he hadn’t, Alan had beaten him to the punch on whatever was going through Gordon’s head, anyway. Maybe blond-haired teenager brothers had a psychic link. It might explain a few things, anyway.

“EOS?” John asked, jogging Scott out of suppositions about psychic younger brothers and back to the bizarre conversation at hand. “My kid?”

“Well she is, isn’t she?” Gordon challenged, arms crossed and eyebrow raised in a manner that looked rather familiar from the mirror. “You made her. And now she’s living with you while you teach her how tell right from wrong.”

“I know you know how children happen,” John said bluntly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You made her,” Gordon repeated, and beside him Alan, who had been looking thoughtful, began to nod.

“Gordon’s right,” he said, and John turned an incredulous look on him. Scott shared a look of ‘what are we supposed to do about this’ with Virgil. “You made her base coding, and now she’s growing up.”

“She is growing up?” Gordon interjected, and Scott realised John had been backed into a corner. Saying EOS wasn’t maturing would both be a lie – she was – and also a sure way to upset the AI who was no doubt eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Of course she is,” John defended her. “She’s learning.”

“Like a child,” Gordon pressed. “Ergo, your daughter.”

“Those two things aren’t mutually-”

“John?”

EOS cut off the ginger’s argument, her recently installed own hologram projecting into the midst of their discussion. Scott just started wondering when she was going to appear.

“Yes, EOS?” John asked, his head turning to look at what Scott assumed was the security camera EOS had taken for a ‘body’ up in Thunderbird Five.

“Your brothers are referring to me as your ‘daughter’, but I checked the internet for how ‘daughter’s are created, and I have no recollection of such an act occurring to create my code.”

Alan and Gordon burst out laughing, and even Scott couldn’t resist joining Virgil in a chuckle as John’s face turned redder than his hair.

“EOS, that’s- why were you looking at that?” he demanded, over Gordon’s gasps for air. Virgil helpfully patted the aquanaut’s shoulder, and got a baleful look for it.

“To understand, John,” the AI said. “You said I should research facts before reaching conclusions.”

“I did,” John sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. “I should have known that would come up sooner or later. So, what conclusion did you come to?”

“That I am your daughter.”

Scott found himself witness to the rare sight of a baffled John.

“But you just said you didn’t understand what Gordon meant,” Alan pointed out, before John could articulate whatever was going through his head.

“Research implies that while intercourse is how a daughter or son is created, it is not the only way one may be obtained,” EOS replied, sounding as smug as a computer-generated voice could – and perhaps more than Scott ever thought one would. “The act of sheltering a younger being in one’s home and assisting in their growth and understanding is also one of parenthood. Thus, it would not be incorrect to state that John is my father and I am John’s daughter.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Virgil muttered, but he was drowned out by Gordon’s triumphant shout.

“I told you so!” he crowed. “EOS is John’s daughter!”

John was shaking his head, but Scott saw the fond smile on his face.

“Okay, fine,” the ginger said. “Yes, EOS, that makes you my daughter. But, please, just keep calling me John.”

“Spoilsport,” Gordon sulked. “Hey, EOS. If you’re John’s daughter that makes you my niece, so feel free to call me ‘Uncle’!”

“And me!” Alan chimed in. Scott shared another look with Virgil, and they silently agreed to stay out of it.

“Don’t encourage them, EOS,” John muttered, and the white ring of lights flared again.

“John does not wish me to,” she said. “So I shall not. After all, research suggests that daughters obey their fathers.”

Her hologram vanished, leaving behind a pair of gaping blonds. John turned his attention to them.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I have some explaining to do.” His hologram disappeared as well.

Scott shook his head in despair. John was patient, but one day he’d get revenge on the teenagers. Scott was quite content to remain a fly on the wall for the eventual payback.

In the meantime, he had the GDF to throw off the scent of his newly-named niece. Not quite the way he’d imagined the family expanding.

#irrelief #irrelief2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #shirubie #scott tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #eos #episode tag #technically #oops i'm back in scott pov again #thunderfluff

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Unforseen Chasm (part 14)

Part 14 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3148 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Shannon finally started to stir, it’s a wonder it took her this long, being bound to a chair with heavy log chains. You stood several feet in front of her, your feet crossed at the ankles as you leaned against a workbench in a huge, empty warehouse.

“Hi there,” you greeted as she woke.

In a groggy tone, she lifted her head to examine her surroundings and asked, “Wha--Where am I?”

“I’ll tell you exactly where we are when you do something I ask.”

She frowned at you, entirely confused. “What? Y/N, why am I in chains? What the hell is going on?”

“All I need is some help from you and I’ll let you go, I promise,” you vowed in a hopeful voice.

“Why the fuck am I chained up in the first place?” she demanded, her eyes erratic as she looked around. She was probably looking for an exit.

“I know how you get when you panic, and your powers can make you uncontrollable, I didn’t want that to happen,” you said as you eyed a table of tools… well, torture devices.

“Oh, yeah, and chaining me was a real award winning idea to keep me calm,” she argued, straining against the chains.

“Shannon, I won’t hurt you so long as you cooperate,” you informed her, completely honest.

“Well what do you want?” she asked, slightly curious.

“I need you to call Dr. Banner and get him here, that’s all. A simple request,” you stated.

Her frown deepened. “What? Why?”

“It’s best you don’t know why. Simply call him, and get him here and you’ll have your freedom.”

“And what will you do once he gets here?” she questioned.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” you told her as you played with the tools on the table.

“It is if I’m telling my friend to come here. Y/N, what is going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Not yet,” you said nearly inaudibly. “But I will be if you don’t give me what I want!” you stated, your voice raising to a shout.

“No, no, something is wrong. I won’t help you get Bruce. Just tell me what's going on,” she demanded in a gentle voice.

“I can’t,” you said, letting more pain show than you intended. Memories flickered in your head of the reminder if you failed this mission or told Shannon or Tony about the plan. Painful, awful memories.

“Can’t or won’t?” she challenged in an angered voice.

Your eyes simply slid toward her, darkness and sorrow filling your gaze.

“Oh, I get it. Y/N/N, what the hell happened to you? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I have to,” you said softly.

“No, you don’t. Whatever you’ve gotten into, Tony and I can get you out. We can help,” she begged.

A callous laughed escaped you as you threw your head back. “Help me? Wow, that’s rich. You finally decide to help me? After all these years of making sure you got ahead--”

“What are you talking about?” she questioned, baffled.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you shouted, stepping toward her. “Your parents sent you off to that fancy ass academy. And Howard Stark decided to give you a full ride anywhere you wanted, all to help his precious son. Who, lets not forget, you pined after. You caught every break in the book. Unlike you I had to work for everything!” you snarled.

“So did I!” she shot back. “None of it was handed to me! I graduated top of my class from the Red Room.”

“Oh, you must be so proud, being the top assassin. I’m sure that’s real good dinner talk,” you mocked.

“I am proud, do you know why? I fight for countries’ freedoms. I eliminate threats. I learned skills and trades that are hard to master.”

“You can tell yourself that if it makes you sleep better at night. But we both know you’ve spilled a hell of a lot of blood.”

“Just doing my job.”

“And your job comes so easy, doesn’t it?” you ridiculed.

“The hell is wrong with you? What, Asgard didn’t make you happy so you decided to come back and try and make me feel bad about my life? Yes, I got some nice opportunities, but as I remember it, you got a scholarship to a school and you aced everything. You got to do what you love. Tony asked you to come work for Stark Industries for years, and you said no. That’s no one’s fault but your own, so don’t blame us!”

“I said no because he asked out of pity!” you replied angrily. “I don’t need pity. I want what’s rightfully mine. I deserve to be a partner at his company, not some lowly lab assistant.”

“You and I both know that's not true! He asked you countless times to join because of your accomplishments.” She scowled. “For fucks sake, Y/N, you’ve got more brains than this! He would have gladly given you any position, said so himself when you kept telling him no that he wanted you as a bigger asset than some assistant like I was.”

“It doesn't matter, it's in the past. Just like everything else. I lived in your shadow for years. Men fell at your feet, you won the Nobel Prize for research I recommended, you got every job offer handed to you. But you don’t remember any of that, do you? No, of course. But I remember how every time your name and my name was on a list, who was the one that got picked?” you demanded with venom, staring her down.

A look of guilt shadowed her face.

“Yeah, that’s what I remember too,” you quietly said, straightening and turning around. “If you really want to help me, if you really want to make up for all the wrong that transpired between us, you’ll call Bruce.” You walked over and placed the phone in her lap. “As soon as you agree to call him, I’ll take the chains off.”

She peered up at you.

“All that time on Asgard really messed with your head, didn’t it?” she rhetorically asked, an air of disdain in her tone. “It’s probably because you’ve been spending all that time with Loki. Should’ve known he was bad. He tried to kill Thor because he had Daddy issues,” she snarked with an eyeroll.

Your eyes flashed to her, gleaming with darkness.

In a low tone, you warned, “Don’t you dare speak ill of Loki, ever.”

“What are you gonna do? Smite me?” She smirked a bit.

“I'll do whatever I need to for my love,” you promised in a firm voice, your knuckles turning white.

“We both know you won’t hurt me, you’ve always clung to me like a baby lost without a clue where to go.” She raised her head up. “And do you really think that a once Asgardian turned mortal who's recently discovered who she is is enough for him?” She knew she was pushing it because she needed time to free herself of the chain around her wrists. “If it weren’t for me Jane never would have had access to your research files.” She seethed, her eyes had begun to change from their chocolate brown to a milky white and along with it the weather outside.

You narrowed your eyes as you noticed the change in atmosphere. “Go for it. Use your powers. You won’t like what happens next,” you dared her.

Her brow furrowed as concerned came onto her face. “What the hell happened to you? We used to be like sisters. And now you’re… You were never like this,” she said, confusion and desperation coloring her voice.

“You’re right. I’ve changed. I’ve been shown the light. I’ve been shown how you robbed me of the life I deserve.” You picked up a handgun lying on the table and aimed it at her. “Give me the number to call Banner.”

“You wouldn’t shoot me,” she said nonchalantly. “Besides he turned off his phone. I don't have a way to contact him.”

“Bullshit! Don't lie to me.” You moved the gun slightly to the left, and fired. The bullet grazed her arm but she cried out. “Next one won’t miss,” you promised. You walked over to her, took the phone, and lifted it up. “Give me the number.”

She sighed and looked at you, reciting the number. As soon as it began to ring, you placed it between her ear and shoulder.

“Hey, it’s me. I was wondering if we could meet up and talk about a few things for the new research?” she said looking at you waiting for the name of the location. “Yeah, do you have a paper to write the address?” She recited the address you had written down. “Don’t forget your umbrella, it’s about to storm outside, see you in a few. Bye.” She ended the call you were unaware that she had actually told the person on the phone that she was in trouble.

Shannon’s POV

Y/N was completely unaware that the number I had recited to her was Tony’s and that “about to storm outside” is code for “come get me, I’m in trouble”. There was no way in hell I would give up Bruce’s location. I do know where he is but she doesn’t.

I don’t know what's happened to her but she’s not the Y/N I thought I knew all those years ago. I just hope to get her back and end everything that comes with it without losing her.

I could have easily gotten out of these chains but I stayed to find out what’s gotten to her. And if there’s anyway I can get her out of it.

———————-

“There, I called him now let me go! You said you would.” She pointed to the chains around her body and legs. “Y/N, why are you doing this? Is Loki forcing you?”

You laughed again. “Forcing me? Sweetie, he’s freed me. He’s helped me see the side of me I never knew existed.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t have,” she mumbled. “What went wrong? I thought Asgard was good for you? For two months I got letters about how great it was and all this progress you were making. Then one day you just stopped answering me. Was that Loki? Did he turn you against me?”

“No,” you answered in a solemn tone. “No, that wasn’t Loki. I… I stopped replying because I wasn’t in Asgard.”

A charge filled the air as she stared at you, her eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean?”

“I was in Asgard for those first two months but then….”

“Then what?” she questioned, urging you to keep talking. Her voice was soft and full of concern.

Your eyes finally came up to meet hers. “Then Thor destroyed the Rainbow bridge and the Bifrost, which caused Loki to… well he was hanging on the edge of Odin’s staff. When Odin disapproved of Loki’s actions with Thor and trying to destroy Jotunheim, Loki let go. Without thinking, I jumped after him,” you explained simply, toying with your hands slightly.

“What? Why? Why would you do that? You tried to kill yourself for him? What kind of asshole--”

“Watch it,” you warned again, your anger returning. “He didn’t ask me to jump. He was just as upset that I jumped as you or anyone else would be.”

Quietnes flowed between you two for a moment.

“I don’t know why I jumped,” you continued. “Just seeing him, seeing him falling, alone, so broken...I couldn’t help but feel so sorry for him. Not to mention, I couldn’t see a life without him in it at that point. I was in love with him and we found comfort in each others company. We both knew what it was like to be overlooked, forgotten, taken for granted.” Your eyes drifted to her, a look of pain tinging your eyes.

“Y/N, you know I never did those things intentionally. I can’t help what other people did or said,” she tried. “I never took you for granted. I helped you all the time. I tried to get you in any job or door I could. I accepted you into my family as my own sister. Or did Loki make you forget all of that?”

“I only remember being rejected for jobs, or grants, meanwhile you’re standing on stage winning a Nobel Prize that I gave the idea to,” you reminded darkly in a soft tone.

“And I gave you credit and grant money!” she retorted.

“Consolation prizes, how sweet,” you mocked with a smirk before turning around to look at the tools you no longer needed.

“I thought you said you would let me go if I called Bruce. I called him, I’m still chained.”

You sighed. “Not until he shows up. For all I know we just called a pizza joint. As soon as Bruce arrives, you’ll have your freedom.”

“That may come sooner than you like,” she muttered.

You frowned at her words, but then you heard it -- the hydraulics on Tony’s suit.

A smile flashed onto your face.

“Oh this should be good,” you stated wickedly. Your gaze danced over to Shannon. “So… you called Tony, and not Bruce. That’s good… really good.. ” You grabbed a throwing star and threw it at her, lodging it in her arm. “Except now you’ve pissed me off!” You marched towards her, and grabbed her hair, yanking it back and screaming at her. “It was simple! Call the doctor and get him here! But I suppose Stark will do.” You looked up to the tall ceiling of the warehouse, waiting for him to make his move.

Then the noise came. That clank of his metal on the concrete floor.

“Ah, come to save the day, Stark?” you asked as you turned toward the noise.

“Just let her go, Y/N/N. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m sure we can come to some conclusion about,” he tried as he walked in, already in suit, his mask off.

“Call Banner, get him here,” you said simply.

“What do you want Banner for? Why him?”

“Leave that to me,” you stated with a shrug.

“Yeah, see I don’t like handing over potential atomic bombs to people we haven’t heard from in over a year. Where you been anyway?”

“Why the fuck do you care where I’ve been?” you questioned incredulously.

“What do you mean? We cared for you! Shannon cried herself to sleep for months thinking you were dead! You abandoned her to run off and go play Mythology!” he informed, his voice raised.

“I found out I was a goddess! That’s not going off and playing anything.”

“Then what are you doing back here on Earth, playing Assassins Creed--” he gestured to your outfit “-- and demanding to see Bruce, huh? What is this? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing but my will to conquer this puny waste of a planet.”

Tony’s eyes slightly narrowed as he cocked his head. “What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means by the end of this, you’ll wish you’d sent Banner.”

Tony’s eyes flashed to Shannon, who was bleeding from both her arms and visibly tired. Tony could be a calm man, but he wasn’t exactly patient or forgiving when someone he loved had been hurt.

“I don't do well with threats sooo…” Tony drug out his last word.

“So that's a no?” you asked, making your way over to Shannon, making her nervous.

“Emphatic no.”

“I'm sorry to hear you won't be cooperating. You should start to learn that we don't negotiate.”

In the blink of an eye, you manifested a dagger, hoisted it high in the air, and brought it back down into Shannon’s upper thigh, hard. She screamed out in agony.

“Not a good idea,” he said before shooting a repulsor beam at you. The energy propelled you back against the concrete wall. It didn’t hurt, unsurprisingly. But it did knock the wind out of you as you laid on the floor.

Tony tried to make quick work of the chains but you stood up and threw a dagger at him, it grazed his neck.

“Bring me Banner,” you demanded.

“I think it’s time you sat in time out.” With that, he shot at you again, slamming you back into the wall. You pushed back into it, only for him to double his force. Meanwhile his other part of the suit used a laser to cut the chains. They fell around Shannon as she tried to stand.

He was about to make your entire mission mean nothing. He was about to be the reason you failed, and you couldn’t have that.

“No!” you shouted as you launched off the wall and nearly flew at Stark, colliding with his suit. You two landed on the floor, with you on top of him. You reeled your arm back and hit him while he was still slightly dazed that you were even able to knock him off his footing. You only got one punch in before he doubled his own fist and hit you. The iron sliced against your face and you winced. He did it again and you got the message to get off him. You stood up and stumbled back, preparing yourself for further fighting.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N/N. You know that. End this right now and we’ll forget the whole thing,” Tony tried.

“It won’t be me that gets hurt,” you responded darkly as you moved your body to the momentum to swing and kick him in the face with your foot. As soon as he recovered from the blow, he suited entirely up, his mask on, and fired at you again. Deep purple energy clouded around you as you deflected the shots easily, but you hadn’t anticipated the next thing that happened.

A knife, the same knife you’d plunged into Shannon, came soaring at you, but you didn’t see it until the last second, and it hit your stomach. You gasped and stepped back, holding the knife. Tony took the advantage and hit you with everything he had, slamming you hard into the wall, causing it to crater under your form.

Tony backed up, put his arm around Shannon-- while still blasting you, and took off. The two of them propelled through the roof of the warehouse.

Quiet rage stewed inside you as you clenched your fists and stared up after them. Suddenly a wetness hit your cheek. You reached up and touched it. Upon first inspection it might’ve been a raindrop but no, you could smell the saltiness. Shannon was crying as she chanced a glance down at you.

Against your will, saltiness of your own formed and hit the warehouse floor.

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ritebeforeyoureyes · 6 years

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Confessions

I officially suck at juggling two fics at once and I apologise that this took so long to write! Also, there’s a tad bit of smut x

Masterlist – Plot: Reality kicks back in and the honeymoon phase of Tom and Zendaya’s reunion ends.

Confessions (Chapter Twenty Seven)

As time went on and Zendaya and Tom became firmly embedded in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, their friends got used to it. In fact, they were kind of happy about it. The eye rolling came to a minimal, the innuendos came to an end and everyone just let the two go at it. Because, this was a new sight for Zendaya and Tom. There was no added stress of worrying about the paparazzi or Zendaya’s stalker. They were able to be young and carefree and normal and as their friends, the likes of Harrison, Darnell and Jacob were happy for the couple. They were so happy in fact, that the trio had decided to leave a room and uproot so that Tom and Zendaya could be romantic and mushy in privacy.

“We’re such good friends.” Darnell mocked as he flopped onto a couch, his eyes trying to rid itself of the burning image of Tom’s tongue down Zendaya’s throat.

“Trust me, mate.” Haz dove onto the seat beside Darnell. “Kinda makes me realise how single I am though.”

“You’re telling me.” Jacob added, with a hint of wistfulness in his voice. “But come on, bro, there must be someone you’re feeling right now?” All eyes moved to Haz who just stared back at them in confusion. There was no one he liked or was remotely interested in. “Elle, perhaps?”

“What?” Haz practically choked on his own spit. “Tom’s ex-girlfriend, Elle?”

“Yeah, come on, homie. You two have been spending loads of time together.” Darnell pointed out, him and Jacob sharing a knowing look that baffled Harrison completely.

“Apparently, she got some work down here for a bit, I’ve just been helping her get settled but that’s it...” Haz raised his arms up in surrender, a seriousness clouding his expression. “She’s cool and all but, I would never-“

“Tom wouldn’t mind, though would he?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Haz knew and valued bro code to its fullest. He would never go there with Elle and he didn’t want to. He had never seen the girl in anything other than a platonic light. “Me and Elle are just friends.” The harsh tone in Haz’s voice was enough to make Jacob and Darnell drop the topic.

“Do you think they’re having sex on my couch?” To break the awkward silence that enveloped the room, Darnell made the comment that made the trio burst out laughing.

And it wasn’t just Darnell, Harrison and Jacob asking questions about Tom and Zendaya’s sex life. It didn’t take long for the general public to become intrigued by their relationship too. The rumours had started way before filming Spider-Man: Homecoming but, suddenly, the number of articles and blatant interest had increased threefold. The little interactions between the two on social media didn’t help control the flames and for once in her life, Zendaya didn’t seem to care all that much. She was elated, after what felt like an eternity, she would be damned if she let paparazzi ruin her happiness.

But, like life had taught her, happiness was an occurrence … not a continuity. And after weeks of domesticated bliss with her boyfriend, reality started to kick back in for Zendaya and Tom. Tom was preparing to head to Canada to start shooting Chaos Walking whilst Zendaya was getting all the details about her first leg of The Greatest Showman promotion tour.

“We start in London.” Zendaya nudged Tom’s side playfully, referring to the first stop in their extensive promotion tour. They were going to be apart for months once Tom left for Canada in a few days and Zendaya was already planning their reunion. “Do you think we’ll have time to hang out with your family?”

After getting back together with Tom, Zendaya and Nikki’s relationship had changed completely. There was a newfound appreciation for each other and from it, stemmed a beautiful relationship. Nikki appreciated how mature and how caring Zendaya was of Tom and Zendaya just adored how much Nikki cared for her son’s wellbeing. They would occasionally send one another a text; they’d even planned a few dinner dates for when they were scheduled to be in the same city again.

“Hmm.” Tom came up behind Zendaya, wrapping a bulky arm around her slim waist. He rested his chin against her shoulder and let his nose nuzzle her side. “I like the sound of that.” As Zendaya leaned into his touch readily, Tom took a hesitant step back; Zendaya was burning a furious fever. “Babe why are you so hot?” Using his hands on her shoulders, Tom forced Zendaya to turn around and placed a palm against her clammy forehead.

“I’m not a doctor, Thomas,” Zendaya joked, leaning forward to kiss him. “But I’m sure you could make me feel better.” With a teasing wink, Zendaya slid her fingers into the belt loop of Tom’s jeans and tugged him into her. With Tom’s departure impending, Zendaya spent every waking, breathing moment with her hands on him. Sometimes she just sat in his lap or caressed his hair … other times she was suddenly desperate for him, all of him.

“Z, you’re really hot.” Tom frowned, edging away from the kiss. He was worried for her health, but it seemed Zendaya’s mind was elsewhere. She was biting her lip and staring at him in a lustful haze, one that Tom was trying his absolute hardest to ignore.

“Well maybe I should do this then.” With no hesitation, Zendaya slipped out of her tank and dropped it aimlessly on the floor; she was wearing no bra.

“Z.” Tom groaned, the blood rushing straight to his loins. Her fever momentarily forgotten, Tom couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her. Now he wasn’t sure if it was her fever or just her that made heat sparks fly through him.

“Kiss me.” Tom pulled his shirt over his head before immediately lunging for Zendaya’s hungry mouth. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongue; dirty and fulfilling. He used his hands to clumsily swipe at the table behind them, documents from Zendaya’s agent flying across the room. Once the table was clear, Tom hiked a scantily clad Zendaya on top of it, her lengthy legs encircling his waist. Their kisses are sloppy now, desperate for more of each other in that one given moment. And it wasn’t not enough, Tom was ripping at her leggings and she was visibly struggling with his belt.

They were like virgins who had no clue what they were doing until, finally, finally, they were both naked and exposed.

Indulgently, Tom felt up her thigh but Zendaya can’t stop from begging, pleading him to hurry. Her sex drive was as hurried as the day leading up to Tom’s departure and Tom couldn’t remember the last time they’d taken it slow. Their rounds of love making had become a frenzy of teeth, tongue and quick thrusts. But, honestly, Tom wasn’t complaining. It was refreshing almost; the change they needed before they spent months apart. In response to his now speedy actions, whimpers of his name and ‘oh God’ left Zendaya mouth as he pushed himself into her slowly, sheathed inside of her warmth. Tom took a moment to savour the feeling of her, his heavy gaze silently telling her how much he loves her. She nodded in response, her I love you too.

Then came the rush, the bright white light that had them both panting and gasping for air; their bodies one on top of her dining room table.

“That was-“ Zendaya silenced Tom with another kiss, his libido dying down as he registered her burning up skin again. “Babe, you seriously need to see a doctor-“

“I will, I will, I promise.” Zendaya rested her forehead against Tom’s, her eyes meeting his. She loved that he cared so much about her; her heath, her self-esteem, her sex life. Tom never hesitated to make Zendaya feel like a Queen and in that moment, she started to miss him. He hadn’t even left yet, and his absence was looming over her like a dark cloud. “Don’t go.” Her words were barely a whisper, a bit of optimism that she knew would never be true.

“I wish I didn’t have to.” Tom replied solemnly. He hated that he had to leave, and he hated it even more so knowing she didn’t want him to. The past few weeks had been unbelievably blissful, and Tom didn’t want to shatter the illusion of their honeymoon phase. He wanted to wake up with her tucked into his side, smell her horrid attempt at making toast, be the last person she looked at before she drifted to bed. But unfortunately, their jobs didn’t allow them that … they weren’t allowed normal.

“I know.” Zendaya whispered back. It was the brutal truth in the world of Hollywood; their careers would always come first.

“I’ll be in London when you’re there, okay?” Zendaya just nodded and Tom kissed the top of her head with a sudden sadness enveloping him. This was the longest that they’d be apart since meeting and that thought hadn’t really sunken in until now. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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avaalons · 7 years

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Chris Evans Fic: Since Then (Five Years Later)

So yesterday, I reached an incredible, unbelievable 900 followers! So today, in celebration, here is a tiny little, extremely fluffy sequel to my recent fic Since Then. Enjoy! :)

***

‘Hey Abs?’ Chris asked, not taking his eyes off the road. He was trying very, very hard to stay relaxed in the passenger seat as his daughter navigated the roads in his car. There was nothing actually wrong with her driving, but as he always told her, it was all the other drivers on the road that concerned him.

She’d begged and begged him to take her out for driving practise and he’d finally agreed, but now they were alone, he needed to ask her a question.

'Yes dad?’

'Can we just pull over a sec?’

'Why? I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?

'No, not at all, sweetheart. I’ve just got something I need to ask you and I feel like the car needs to be stationary when I do.’

'Well, that’s not ominous at all…’ she muttered as she pulled off the road very smoothly into a strip mall car park.

'It’s nothing you need to worry about, I swear,’ Chris said as he looked around at the stores available. Spotting a diner, he suggested an ice cream break, to which Abbie was immediately amenable to.

***

'Okay dad, out with it,’ she told him after they’d selected their freak shake sundaes and left their order with a waiter.

He couldn’t get over her sometimes. Fifteen years old and she was growing into an amazing young lady that had her head screwed on right and the last five years of his life had been as close to perfect as he could have ever hoped for. After ten years of long distance co-parenting, he and you, Abbie’s mother, had finally got your shit together and managed to forge a real, true relationship. Four years ago, Chris and you had bought a new house in Boston for the three of you to move in to together and three years ago, you’d become parents for second time, to another little girl, the image of Abbie, and Thea had been Chris’ second chance: the first time he’d been a 24 hour, 7 days a week fixture in his child’s life from the very beginning.

'What would you say if I told you I was… thinking about asking your mom to marry me?’

Abbie was still. Like freakishly still, and that unnerved Chris to no end because she was normally so expressive and excitable. She wouldn’t have a problem with this, would she??

After a few uncomfortable seconds of Abbie just staring expressionless at Chris, he could take it no longer.

'Abigail Christina, please don’t leave me hanging like this. Tell me what’s going through that head of yours!’

She shook her head as if coming out of trance and when she spoke, Chris could hear the higher pitch of her voice.

'Just… say that again, one more time.’

'I want to ask your mom to marry me.’

There was another millisecond of silence before the squealing began. She gripped the edge of the booth table as she bounced on her seat in excitement.

'Oh my god dad, are you serious?! This is incredible. You’re going to get married?! There’s going to be a wedding! Oh my god, mom’s going to have the same last name as the rest of us!!’

She stood up and flung herself into Chris’ side of the booth, clutching at him and tucking her head against his chest as he wound his arms around her. She could hear his chuckle rumbling through his chest.

'Well, I’ve got to ask her first. And she might not want to change her name. She might not even want to get married, she might turn me down.’

Abbie pulled her head back slightly to look up into his face.

'Dad, be serious. As if mom is ever going to turn you down. You two are so in love that it’s probably ruined me for any relationship in the future. Nothing will ever live up to what you two have, so when I’m alone at fifty, surrounded by dogs, you’ll only have yourselves to blame.’

He laughed again, planting a kiss against the top of her head, 'Nothing like being dramatic, is there pumpkin?’

'Got yourself to blame for that too. Dad. This is amazing. I’m so happy. So happy. Me and Thea will get to be bridesmaids! So what’s the plan? How are you going to ask her?’

'That’s my problem, I’m not sure. I did think of some grand big gesture but…’

'No, you’re right, she likes the little things that mean more. Like the necklaces you got us that Christmas you got together.’

Chris nodded, 'Okay, but what can I do that’s special enough?’

Abbie pulled away from his embrace to retrieve her phone from her jeans pocket, 'I think I might have an idea…’

***

'Are you almost ready?’ Chris asked, popping his head around the archway that joined your dressing room to the master bedroom. He looked handsome as ever, in his charcoal dress pants and crisp white shirt. His yet-to-be-done bow tie hung open around his neck, his top couple of buttons still undone, but it only served to make him looker sexier.

'Almost,’ you confirmed, fixing drop diamonds into your ears. You felt nervous. You had literally no idea what was going on tonight, only that you’d come home to no kids and Chris informing you that you were leaving for dinner at seven thirty. 'Sure you don’t want to give me any clues? I’m guessing from our state of dress that we’re going somewhere pretty fancy.’

'Stop asking me, you’ll find out soon enough,’ he told you with a smile as he disappeared from view back into the bedroom, annoyingly determined to keep whatever secret it was that he had going.

You appreciated that he’d arranged some kind of surprise but the dress code made you anxious. Going to upmarket places occasionally kind of came with the territory with Chris’ job but neither of you were especially comfortable in them so you didn’t imagine he’d actively choose to go somewhere that required an cocktail dress and a bow tie. But, at the same time, you couldn’t understand why he was keeping it all a secret if it was some industry event in some pretentious restaurant and bar.

You stood up from your dressing table and smoothed out your dress. It was one of your most reliable evening dresses: navy blue silk with a chiffon overlay, flowing over your curves to the floor in a smooth column, with a delicate sparkly embellished pattern over the top. The neckline dipped low in a V and the whole thing fell elegantly from two fine straps over your shoulders. It had saved you on many an evening and today was no exception given the short timeframe you’d had. You slipped on your favourite nude strappy heels and grabbed a suitable clutch bag from the shelf in your closet.

Stepping out into the bedroom, you saw that Chris had been waiting for you, perched on the end of the bed, leaning forward, his elbows braced against his thighs, and he looked up when you appeared.

'Will I do?’ you asked, giving him a twirl.

He rose to his feet and came towards you, looping an arm around your back and dipping you backwards at the waist as you giggled at the unexpected manoeuvre.

'Stunning,’ he told you before kissing you squarely on the mouth.

'Thank you,’ you said, barely above a whisper as he tilted you back upright, 'You look quite handsome yourself. Need a hand with your bow tie?’

'Yes please, baby. Then we better get going. Don’t want to be late!’

***

When the town car pulled up outside a place you instantly recognised, you were beyond confused. The driver got out and opened the door for you and Chris shot around to help you out.

'Chris, what the actual fuck?’ was all you could say, because as you stepped out in all your finery on to a street in Boston, outside the burger place Chris had been taking you to since way before you were together and Abbie was just a kid, you didn’t have a single inkling as to what was going on. It was, granted, the best burger place in town and they did do the most amazing churros, but it definitely didn’t require evening wear.

Besides all this, the place didn’t even look open and you knew that if you weren’t so baffled, you’d be worried about what had potentially happened to your favourite burger joint.

But Chris just had a stupid, shit-eating grin on his face, 'Come on, just trust me.’

He held your hand and led you towards the door to the diner, pushing against it even though the double sided sign was definitely set to 'closed’. To your surprise, it opened easily and he stepped inside, pulling you in with him. It was dark for a second and then all of a sudden there was light, but it wasn’t the usual fluorescent diner lights because the entire ceiling had been strung with zig zags of softly lit old fashioned bulbs. There were flowers everywhere and soft music playing in the background. There was a booth in the middle of the restaurant that had been set for four, with wine glasses and cutlery and napkins. The place had been transformed and you looked at Chris in wonder, still no idea what was going on. If it had been your birthday, you would have instantly realised this was your surprise party, but your birthday was months away.

'Chris… what’s going on?’

'You’ll see now,’ he told you, before calling it into the restaurant, 'Girls, we’re here!’

And from the kitchen door at the back, you saw your daughters emerge, Thea toddling along holding on to Abbie’s hand.

'Abbie? How did you…? What…?’

'Mom, relax, grandma dropped us off like fifteen seconds before you arrived. We’ve just been waiting with Angela, the owner, in the back,’ Abbie explained.

You looked at Chris, starting to feel overwhelmed, 'I just want to know what’s going on here.’

'Well, look at the girls, they’ve got something to ask you,’ Chris brushed his thumb over the skin of your hand, trying to keep you calm.

You turned back to look at your daughters, still walking towards you. You noticed they both had pretty skirts on, and Thea had a bow in her hair. Abbie had styled and curled hers, so they were both dressed up to a certain extent, but they were both wearing tshirts. This obvious anomaly caught your attention and you frowned as you tried to figure it out. As they drew closer, Thea going as quickly as her toddling legs would allow, you noticed they had something printed on and when you finally figured it out, your hand flew to your mouth with an audible gasp and when you looked up at Chris, your gaze was instantly forced down because at your feet, he was down on one knee.

'So mom, how about it? Will you marry our dad?’ Abbie asked with a beaming smile, referencing the question printed on their tshirts.

'Marry daddy!’ Thea shouted out, giggling away, reaching out to you and Chris. He held his arm out to her and Abbie let her go so Thea could rush towards him. She stood leaning against him with his arm, the one that didn’t have a ring box at the end of it, around her, keeping her close.

You looked at your eldest daughter, whose tears in her eyes matched your own, and you held your hand out to her. She flew towards you, gripping your hand in hers, biting her bottom lip to try and keep from crying. And then you looked down at Chris.

'I did have a big speech prepared, but I’ve suddenly realised the girls were going to be getting to the point pretty quickly. All you really need to know is that I love you, with all that I am, and that you would make me the happiest man in the world if you would agree to be my wife and to let me keep trying my best to make you the happiest woman in the world, and these two the happiest girls in the world.’

You let the sob that had been building in your chest out then, and Abbie gripped your hand tighter.

'Say yes mom, please,’ Abbie whispered.

'As if there would be any other answer I would or could give. Yes, yes, of course. Of course!’

Abbie squealed and Thea followed her. Chris beamed and stood up, Thea instantly clinging to his leg. He pulled the ring, simple and elegant, from the cushion and slid it onto your finger as you let the tears roll freely down your cheeks. Everything about this was perfect.

Abbie scooped Thea up for a hug as you and Chris leaned in for a gentle kiss.

'I love you,’ you whispered against his mouth.

'I love you, more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.’

You sighed contentedly before remembering where you were and, now that the confusion and anxiety had passed, how hungry you were.

'Please tell me we actually get to eat some burgers tonight?’

'We do indeed. And you can order sides, and dessert if you want,’ he offered, taking your hand and leading you to the table where Abbie and Thea were already settling in. You noticed staff had emerged with bottles of champagne and menus, and it suddenly dawned on you that Chris had hired this whole place out.

Getting proposed to in your favourite burger place, with your daughters watching on, with an offer of sides and dessert afterwards…

…one thing was sure, Chris knew you so damn well.

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ashery24 · 6 years

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...and the Platonic Soulmates of the Triad

I had a super long introduction for this fic but I lost it. So four basic things.

A fic with soulmates(in this case platonic) because I wanted (and I LOVE the platonic soulmates fics). And because I firmly believe that Parker and Ezekiel are platonic soulmates. Eliot & Jake and Hardison & Cassandra were last minute additions so this fic was completed with the OT3s.

Indirectly Leverage!Ezekiel AU but not explicitly mentioned. It's like an AU of this AU. I'll call it "Soulmates between Leverage and Librarians" because I want to do more soulmates between both fandoms.

Title Librarians style because is more centered in the Librarians side

Thanks Roshwen in AO3/hedgehog-o-brien in tumblr for correcting the fic :D

Fandom: Leverage | The Librarians

Characters: Eliot Spencer, Jake Stone, Parker (Leverage), Ezekiel Jones, Alec Hardison, Cassandra Cillian

Ships: None

Summary:

When a person is born in this world, their destiny is linked to other people's, because they complement each other and form an unbreakable link. To identify their soulmate, people are born with identification marks. The Soulmate Marks. If the mark is on the right arm, it means it is a Platonic soulmate: a brother, a friend, a partner... If the mark is on the left arm, it means it is a Romantic soulmate: a couple, a husband, that special person... But when your soulmate dies, your mark will be darkened. This is the story of three future librarians and their platonic soulmates.

Warnings: None

Context of the TV series: Pre-series for Leverage | Pre-series for The Librarians

Other tags: AU (Leverage!Ezekiel AU) (”Soulmates between Leverage and Librarians” AU )

When a person is born in this world, their destiny is linked to other people's, because they complement each other and form an unbreakable link. To identify their soulmate, people are born with identification marks. The Soulmate Marks. If the mark is on the right arm, it means it is a Platonic soulmate: a brother, a friend, a partner... If the mark is on the left arm, it means it is a romantic soulmate: a couple, a husband, that special person... But when your soulmate dies, your mark will be darkened. This is the story of three future librarians and their platonic soulmates.

~Jake The firstborn of the Stones turns out to be a pair of twins. Eliot and Jake. Eliot was born exactly 12 minutes before Jake would see the world. They were born together and it was their destiny to be together. Because on the right arm of each baby was the same mark. The mark of a platonic soulmate. It was a shield with a bas-relief of a book. Of course, it wasn't the only mark. On the left arm of each one there was another mark, a different one for each brother. The mark of their romantic soulmates. Even so, the young Stones didn't care so much for them. They preferred to look at the shield with the book, to join their arms to compare them and to verify, with happiness, that they were exact. Knowing that they would be together, always together. That they are destined to be together. They separated at 18. Eliot left to join the army. Jake stayed at home. Eliot went into the retrieval business. Jake took care of the family business. Eliot make a cover in his mark. Jake's darkened. Eliot faked his death to protect his family. Jake cried for weeks in silence. Jake never mentioned his brother again. At thirty Jake burns the letter that comes in a white envelope.

~Ezekiel

Ezekiel is only 12 years old but he is already a well-known thief. His thefts get more and more complex. Now he's stealing from a museum with an unpronounceable name in a city with an even more unpronounceable name. And he’s not the only one. Ezekiel is slipping through the ventilation ducts when a blonde girl appears from the crossing in front of him. The two look at each other, surprised, before the blonde puts on a face of determination and accelerates. Muttering a curse, Ezekiel follows her. Ezekiel arrives at the room of the most valuable collection and slips down from the vent. The blonde is in front of him. Ezekiel recognizes her. It's Parker, a world-famous thief. The two observe each other, evaluate, prepare. Ezekiel Jones-She recognizes him Ezekiel smiles, with his characteristic sly smile. Then he sees a flash in Parker's hand. It is the crown of the 3 Kings, an ancient and expensive relic but not what he looks for. Ezekiel nods to the painting he is looking for. In an instant there is a tacit agreement between them and Parker lets him through. Ezekiel evaluates the security system. And desactivates it. Ezekiel grabs the painting. And the secondary alarm goes off. Ezekiel remains standing on the site, baffled. This time, it is Parker who mutters a curse, grabs the other thief by the arm and starts running. Ezekiel quickly follows her, but it's already too late. The guards have already seen them. They shout intelligible orders. The thieves run faster... and the guards shoot. With a choked cry Parker staggers, her arm hurt. Ezekiel feels the anger go through his body and starts to run faster than he ever has in his life, taking the blonde with him, to safety. And they manage to escape. Ezekiel heals Parker as he can, with a piece of his clothes, his hands shaking. Fortunately the wound is not very deep. But when he removes the blonde's shirt, he sees the platonic soulmark on the thief's arm. It's a master key made of diamond. It's like his. Ezekiel shows her his mark. Parker looks at it, surprised. The thieves hear distant sounds of footsteps approaching. They separate and flee. Ezekiel arrives at his house and finds a letter in a white envelope inviting him to be a Librarian in the New York Metropolitan Library. Ezekiel looks at the letter. Ezekiel thinks about the thief. Ezekiel discards the letter. Ezekiel and Parker meet again a few months later. She is already completely healed. They rob a bank and go out to eat. Together. Ezekiel is happy with his decision.

~Cassandra

Cassandra Cillian will celebrate her 24th birthday at the hospital. She has a cerebral tumor. And a letter with a request that she can't accept. She is sad. Her sobs are violet. Her tears smell like ozone. The explanations from the doctors are indigo. The characteristic hospital smell intensifies and mixes with the grape during the tests. The lyrics of a Blues song, ironically blue, floats into the room. The door opens and a black man enters, followed by a nurse. Alec Hardison is her new roommate and brings the smell of violets. The mark on Hardison's right arm, that of the Platonic soulmate, is the same as her. The binary code swirls in green. Alec smiles at her, happy to be with her. She smiles back. It smells like freshly cut grass and hope. The birthday cake that Alec brings with him has a yellow "Happy Birthday". It smells like lemon and chocolate. The lemon comes from the cake, the chocolate from Hardison. Alec pulls her out of her room and they sneak out to watch the sunset on the roof. Everything around them is orange. It isn't romantic but it is perfect. It smells like orange and freedom. Alec speaks with emotion about meeting his romantic soulmate and introducing them to Cassandra. His words are a beautiful red, which is a faint pink when he calls her Cassy. It smells like roses and pure love. Cassandra Cillian celebrates her 24th birthday at the hospital. She has her platonic soulmate next to her. The letter and the request are forgotten. She's happy.

One problem I had for this fic was how Eliot could fake his death because of his soulmate mark. Then I remember about the covers that are made in tattoos. And I thought that with a cover you could darken a soulmark.

Ezekiel maybe is a little OoC for his age but I writed the ages at the end, I based them on the ages of the actors and John Kim is younger than I thought. Also I wanted to write something Leverage related for the reason of why Ezekiel rejected be a Librarian and this fic gived me the perfect excuse

The Alec & Cassandra maybe is a little so much romantic. Sorry. Also it was funny to play with Cassandra synesthesia.

Again cross-posted in my AO3 account

#Eliot Spencer #Jake Stone #Parker (Leverage)#Ezekiel Jones #Alec Hardison #Cassandra Cillian #Leverage #The Librarians #Leverage!Ezekiel #Leverage!Ezekiel AU #Soulmates between Leverage and Librarians

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