#being able to work in silence for a couple of hours is not worth giving up so much | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rileysluvr · 9 months

Text

simon riley loves his car (and fucking you in it) nsfw!!

Simon had picked you up outside your apartment some hours ago, car parked out front and tapping on the steering wheel in front of him as he waited patiently; he had shown up much earlier than he anticipated, but would rather put a shotgun to his head than leave you waiting. A bouquet of flowers on the passenger seat, and surprise dinner plans that reminded you of your first real date with him, despite going out for almost a year now. He keeps things classical and efficacious.

He’d say it was well worth the wait, being able to watch you walk down the staircase in that flowy, little sundress of yours that hiked up with the wind, much to his viewing pleasure. He got out of his car the moment your front door had opened, looping around to be able to greet you with the flowers and a kiss. He showered you with compliments, as always, in that gruff and hilariously out-sticking Manchester accent you adored so much. Opening the door of his ‘69 Mach for you, ever the gentleman he is, and you were off for the evening.

He took you to your favorite restaurant downtown, the one he made your favorite by hearing you say you wanted to try it once and proceeding to take you the next night. One, ‘that was really good, Si, thank you,’ as you were kissing him goodnight, and suddenly he was taking you almost every weekend he was home. He’s sure to introduce some sort of variety every once in a while, though, for the other free nights of the week.

The man is shameless, truly. He isn’t afraid to whisper something naughty in your ear in public, or outright insult someone for looking at you in any way, malicious or not. These things he whispers: so fucking dirty, and tend to come out as you’re about to head home so he can warm you up and have you all desperate for an extra good fucking. One with your head buried in your mattress as his is between your thighs, chest rising and falling like a madwoman with exactly no worries in the world other than.

The worst is when you’re at previously mentioned restaurant and he doesn’t even bother keeping quiet as he’s signing the check because it’s well enough spaced out and, or at least he argues, nobody has the right to be listening in to his conversation in the first place. Scar themselves, and if they have a problem with it, he’ll add another just above the jugular so they don’t think about doing it again. He smirks when he sees your face has gone all red, hoping that no one had heard his vile promises until your faith is truly tested and you’re forced to just close your eyes and give in.

He drove you to your favorite viewing spot, parking his Mustang a few meters from the cliff’s edge that overhung the entire city. A beautiful sight, like it was straight from a modern painting or film, and the comfort of his car paid towards the surrealness of it all. You’re a pretty sight as well, all dolled up in the passenger seat with your hands folded in your lap, flowers and bag forgotten in the back.

Simon wasn’t ever much for using his words, but he’d do it all day if it meant hearing your sweet voice give him a response. There are times where you’ll both be as chatty as a couple of grandmothers meeting for their annual lunch outing, and then there are moments where it’s time to zero in on the afternoon wine tasting and fewer words just work better than the rundown. Times where you can’t shut up because he wants to hear every single detail about every single thing you’ve done since he saw you last, in the most caring way possible, and moments where it feels like you’ve been happily married and tied at the hip for twenty years and you don’t need to share out because the quietness is just as good.

“That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special, when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.”

He reached over the center console and put his hand on your bare knee, calloused fingers treading so lightly and yet instantly sending jolts of goosebumps throughout your entire body. You both kept your eyes on his hand as it trailed up your thigh, contrasting skin slipping inward to make you gasp and giggle. It’s big, veiny, and utterly mesmerizing to watch as it moves.

You were silent as you watched, apart from the audible blushing in your breath, then looking up to him through your lashes. The hem of your dress was pushed up and up and he inched closer and closer to your core until you were shuddering and unable to blink.

“Simon…” you breathed, and he straightened his shoulders, eyes meeting your fuck me ones. “Please.”

Well, he couldn’t say no to that, now, could he?

He got you in the backseat of his car, straddling his lap with him shoving his tongue in your mouth so strongly it was almost too overwhelming. His body heat, his muscles; you felt it all.

There wasn’t much time for comfort before his hands were slipping under your dress and groping at the plush fat of your bent hips. He pinched and slapped your ass to pull those cute whines from you, lips quivering right up against his own, and then smoothed small circles over the skin with his thumbs and palms to ease the sting. His hands went further to feel up your waist, just under your tits and stopping there. He wouldn’t dare mess up your pretty outfit just yet, but he loves to see you whining for more.

He pulled barely an inch away from your face, with a great, cocky smirk coating his expression. “No bra?” Your already flustered face had somehow gotten even more heated in front of him; he really knows how to work you up. He chuckled, “You naughty little devil.”

His hand met the back of your head and pulled you right back in as the other was returned to your waist. He nudged and encouraged you to move your hips, so you did, back and forth ever so slightly to start out.

But you both needed more than slightly, and he knew it. His grip didn’t yield and instead pressed you down harder onto his lap, causing your movements to stutter from your depraved and clothed clit getting harshly rubbed up against his firm bulge. Your lips halted in an open form, moaning into his mouth, and he snickered at the fact.

Grinding down on a man his size was no easy feat but you gave it your all nonetheless, makeout turning sloppier and more desperate by the second. But messy has always been his favorite when it comes to you and that body.

You always lose track of time so easily when you’re with him, and same goes for him. You’re dangerous, and he loves it. Neither of you had even noticed the sky turning from a pale blue to pitch darkness in the time between then and when he had brought the car to a stop.

His hand, rough and straightforward as ever, moved to slip between the two of you and into your panties, cupping your cunt. You gasped at the coldness of his touch and he hummed at your warmth, delving two fingers between your folds before you could totalize it all in your head. “That feel alright, honey?”

You nodded with a squeak of a whine, and he took that as his cue to push further.

“So fuckin’ tight…’n wet…all for me, sweetheart?”

He shoved his fingers deeper, and you choked on air. “Y-yes. All yours,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” he razzed on. He knew he was beginning to test your limits, even if you wouldn’t admit it. “Well, I want you to take what you want from me, then, love. Make yourself come ‘nd I can watch.”

You swallowed thickly; it was never a question with him. Your kneedy hands wrapped around the thick arm leading to your cunt and you began to rock your hips back and forth, eyes closed. The friction and the reaction it pulled from you was instantaneous, but you’re no quitter. He adjusted his fingers upwards and curled them a bit, causing you to stutter out a broken and shy moan from your slacken jaw.

“Come on, sweetheart, that’s it…grind that little cunt down on my palm f’me. Fuck yourself on my fingers, make it feel good.”

You increased the pressure with which you grounded yourself down on his palm; you really wanted to make him proud. The heel of his palm dug ferociously at your clit in all the best ways, allowing you to feel up every callous and year of strenuous work on his skin; he’s a skilled man, a provider. The same hand he brought to countless countries to do God knows what to the enemy soldiers, working at your cunt so sweetly you’re sure you’d have actual hearts in your eyes if it were physically possible. You don’t have to worry your pretty, little head about the gritty half of his life, however; he’s reassured you an infinite amount of times, and will continue doing so until he retires.

He fucked you with his fingers just right, like he knew you better than you knew yourself. He’d always have you unraveling and drunk in front of him in mere seconds, doesn’t matter if it’s been weeks or minutes since the last time, on his fingers or tongue or cock. However it be, he always takes care of you.

“Jusst like that…there ya go, honey. Makin’ a proper fuckin’ mess of my hand, aren’t ya? Tirin’ yourself out, now?”

He watched on, witnessing the affects his words had on you; he’d have to be an idiot not to notice them, and he let it fuel his ego freely.

“So fuckin’ stunning… You gonna come f’me, love?”

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding feverishly and nearly busting your lip with how hard you were biting down on it to keep your sanity. It’s so fucking close, you could just barely reach it.

“Mhm?” he mocked. “Pretty pussy must’ve been so needy while I was away, I bet.” Damn him, for even his mean side is still so gratifying. “‘S a good thing I’m here, now…make this cunt feel real fuckin’ loved. Ain’t it right, sweetheart?”

As if on cue, you came on his hand with a broken moan, practically clawing at his thick forearm as he continued to work at you until you were seeing flashes of white with pink roses in your closed off vision. Your eyes shot open, breathing erratic and pupils blown out, and were met with his smug face.

“There’s your answer,” he commented. Fuckin’ meanie. He pulled his fingers from your sensitive pussy and brought them to his mouth, sticking his tongue out wide and to taste that cum of yours he missed so much. You watched on, dumbfounded, and he clearly enjoyed the audience.

Heaven, and you should know it. He’s a kind man; he shares.

Before you could think, he shoved his fingers between your lips and against your hot tongue without a warning, forcing a whine from deep in your throat. Saliva mixed with cum mixed with spit. You took them greedily as he was the one to watch that time, lust and stupefaction and all the feelings bundled up into his observant, anthracite eyes. He taunted once more, “It’s nice, innit?” with an unruly snicker.

You nodded with his fingers still in your mouth, the amount of space they took up utterly inordinate, until they were clean. He pulled them out and praised you for the good cleaning before telling you, “Tell me what you want. Right here, ‘nd now.”

With your hands already at his zipper, palming his erection while you silently begged to take it out of his pants, you told him, “Want your cock-…need you to t’fuck me, please,” through tired and desperate chokes. You were about ready to cry if you had to sit on his lap and be without his cock stuffed deep in your cunt for another minute. “Need it so fucking bad, Si.”

The man leered and chuckled at your cute patheticness, his hand finding yours on his crotch. “Mmh. With pleasure.”

—

Now, as you’re speared open on his cock in the backseat, sitting on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck, you can’t seem to think much about anything but him. The way his cock fills you so nicely, all big and relentless just like the rest of him. He just makes you so dizzy; it’s as easy as one glance and half the time you don’t even know if he means it or not. It’s like he has you under an unbreakable spell, or whatnot.

“Gotta start movin’ ya now, sweets,” he says, like he’s a man who’s sorry but knows he’s right. And he’s always right.

You lift your head from his shoulder, eyes all glossy and lit up by the car’s interior lights, so fucking desperate for him. You nod in understanding before stationing your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly raising your hips a few inches with the help of his heavy hands on your hips, hissing through your teeth turning into a whimper-esque moan as you sink back down. It burns, stings, yet repairs all with a kiss to your cervix.

Your post-orgasm slick is making it a snug fit, but you fear your legs will seize up seeing how unreliable they are after just coming once. And it’s still one hell of a stretch. Collect yourself, breathe, and you’re doing it all again. Slowly, until you’re eventually riding him so leisurely with his assistance.

“Good girl,” he drags out, impossibly long and sultry. It hits you right in the gut like it always does, and you feel that tingling behind your ear from how close you are to him. “My good fuckin’ girl, made to take this cock. Ain’t that right?”

You’re not going to last long with such a sensitive cunt having finished hard only a moment ago. The fabric of his jeans grinds so wonderfully right up against your nerves in the particular position, and your brain is utterly fried. You know nothing more but to fuck yourself on this cock until you physically can’t anymore and your lungs give out.

He stretches you out and fills you beyond what you can handle, but you’ve always tried your best to make it work for him. He’s just so fucking sweet on you, how could you not make an effort?

You’ve got the hang of it. It’s not often you get to be on top of him, but you’re doing a nice job on proving he should let you more often. Christ, he’d die a very happy man like this if it was up to him. You move to gently push his hands aside and he gives you a surprised, yet still taunting, look. You return with a smirk of your own, for once.

Your hands plant themselves on your thighs to give him a nice show as you very slowly bounce yourself on his cock, careful not to be hitting your head on the ceiling each time like an idiot, with him all leaned back and soaking in the view. Your fingertips curl around the end of your dress and hike it up your lap, teasing his eyesight with what it could reach. You stop just before he gets to see your cunt swallowing him whole, and he groans at both the prospect and what he’s missing out on. He shakes his head. Surprise is quick to turn to disapproval, though all still the same amount of playfulness.

“So pretty like this, darlin’. One of your best looks.” His praise can come with the slightest belittling kick to it more often than not, and you eat it up every time like a starved girl to a feast.

He adjusts to be more comfortably seated which, of course, comes with him just barely jutting his hips upwards. He somehow manages to hit that far-too-sweet of a spot in you with the small movement, and you fall forward onto his chest with hands rushing and mostly failing to catch yourself.

“Silly woman,” he huffs. “Don’t lose your balance, when you’re doin’ so good.” You raise your head to scold him with your eyes but he’s so quick to give you an atypical pout in return, leaving you with mixed emotions running rampant in your mind and heart and gut. He tells you, “Don’t gimme that face, now. C’mon, then. Aren’t ya gonna kiss me?”

You do so in a heartbeat, but not without a roll of your eyes to keep him in check. Suddenly, you’re more interested in chasing your own high than his. But don’t get it wrong; that was his plan from the start; get you riled up so you’ll take what you need from him. He knows what he’s doing, at all times. You push yourself from his chest with your hands back to being planted firmly on his shoulders and you begin riding him again with a newfound, eager energy. Back to grinding, more so.

“There she is,” he laughs. “All mean ‘nd angry, using my cock like the rightful toy she deserves.” And you can’t disagree.

“Come on, keep those pretty eyes on me, now.”

“Fuck, Si—‘m trying.” Your thighs burn and you struggle to reopen your eyes every time you find that they’ve closed on their own.

He takes in the sight and burns it into his memory for good, right next to every other time he’s had you all fucked-out and cockdrunk under him. Having you absolutely struggling to take everything he gives you but oh-so willing every time because he’s just so fucking caring with it. In the backseat of his car, though? That’s a new one.

It doesn’t take long for that familiar heat to spark in your belly, right where he’d see that moving bulge in your stomach he always obsessed over so dearly, and would be now if it weren’t for your dress in the way. His cock twitches inside you at the prospect, even the smallest of groans ghosting his lips. You’re tumbling so fast and so blindly into your orgasm and you can’t even think about how it may be your stamina’s killer for the evening. He offers his hand and you take it. Gentleman.

You lace your fingers with his, using it to ground yourself and level your head. And it makes the entire experience all the more intimate; you fuck like you love each other because the words going unsaid as of now won’t stop them from being true.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Wanna feel you squeezin’ my hand when you come on my cock. Lemme hear those pretty noises ya like makin’ for me.”

He tends to talk a lot when he’s buried deep inside you; he’s cocky, he can’t help it. Despite his words majorly being muffled in your hearing, the volume of your moans and whines increase like he asked for. Each noise you make comes with a punch of butterflies to his stomach, and he’s never enjoyed the fictitious, creepy-crawlies as much as he does now.

He admires how your face contorts with pleasure, brows gone all low and straight with your jaw hanging slightly open and eyes closed. He feels how close you're getting with your stuttering and uneven movements, and how you’re practically strangling his cock as tension builds up in your gut.

Like he’s nothing but warm flesh for you to use to get off in this moment, and your entire world in others and especially now, even after his relentless teasing. He doesn’t mind being both. Lie; he hopes he’s both. He needs to be everything you need, and what you need now is a small push of worshiping degradation. He knows you, nearly better than you know yourself, and you’re not afraid to say it.

You’d be dead without him, in all honesty. He puts up with you, and you put up with him, in ways no other humans would. You’re better than good for each other, more often than not.

He scoffs with bemuse, “Even prettier when you let me fuck you so hard I ruin your lovely hair ‘nd makeup.” His eyes ricochet between your dilated ones, a nasty smirk on his lips. You’re utterly gone. “Yeahh, that’s right…I know you like it, too, pretty girl…doin’ amazing, takin’ what I give you so well… Like my loyal little fuckin’ whore,” he spits, with love.

You come hard on his cock and it sucks every bit of energy from you, exuded through uncontrolled moans and heavy breathing and the fierce death-grip you have on his hand. He talks you through it until you finish riding it out, and he swaddles you in his arms the second you fall slack against his broad front. He’s here to serve you in your every step.

And he hasn’t gotten anything.

“—‘m sorry, Si…I don’t know if I can keep going yet,” you pant. “…’t’s too good. Need a break.”

Was your mascara really running? You hadn’t even noticed.

He breathily chuckles at your words. Edge him for hours and the sick bastard laughs. Though, you haven’t given him much of a choice, considering you’ve just let him fuck you silly in the steel and leather compartment of his car and now you’re catching your breath as you lean your full weight on him. He never thought he’d find something so caging to be so comforting for him.

“It’s alright, love, I know you’re tired.” His arms wrap tightly around you and savors it. He’d be a dead man if it weren’t for your warmth and hugs. “Y’did such a nice job, as always.”

His teeth will rot if he keeps up with this all. Routine of praise, abandonment of brutality. He’s lucky he was never one for showing teeth whenever you make him smile. Makes the illusional—and hopefully never of his reality—cosmetic change easier on the both of you.

Seriously though, anything but the teeth.

An idea pops into his head; it’s no flashing, spur-of-the-moment idea, but rather one that has been brewing in his mind for a long time, and with no clue on how or when to introduce it to you. Now, however, it feels just right. Still, it comes out in a mumble, partly to comply for the close proximity but mostly because he’s never been good with this kind of stuff.

Vulnerability, ‘nd all that crap.

“Want you to move into my place.”

Best saved for when he’s just fucked you into a near-coma in the backseat of his Mustang.

You amusedly hum into his shoulder, still so drunk on your highs you can barely process exactly what he’s putting out there. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he huffs. “Whaddya think? I like it well enough…imaginin’ waking up to that beautiful face, all wrapped up in my sheets…walkin’ around the kitchen ‘nd wearin’ my clothes after I fuck you real nice every mornin’. Isn’t that a pretty sight?”

His last words bite you right in the sweet spot as they graze past your ear, and you’re suddenly a weak, giggling, and borderline whining mess atop him. “You might break me at that rate,” you warn.

It’s difficult to ignore his hard cock still shoved deep inside you during such a tender moment, especially with the way you’re involuntarily writhing with his and your words.

“Every other mornin’ then,” he reasons, and you can’t help but giggle. “You’re laughin’ but I ain’t joking, sweetheart. That’s another thing, wanna hear that laugh all fuckin’ day when I’m home. I’ll never get tired’ve hearin’ it.”

You finally manage to pull your flustered face from the crook of his neck, looking at him with a surprised smile like you’ve just discovered the secret meanings to time and space and they all lie within his marked up face. “You’re serious?”

“‘Course I’m bloody serious.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing, while you never thought you’d hear the words.

A step forward. You’ve been waiting, but can’t exactly say you’ve been expecting.

“You’ve stayed the night plenty before, I doubt it’ll be any different. I’ll give you the fuckin’ key right now.”

You grin huge—so bright and lively he thinks he may just catch it like a disease—before leaning down and gently smashing your lips against his. He returns the gesture, a classic smirk fighting its way through.

Gently smashing. It makes sense, between the two of you.

You pull away slowly and barely, muttering to him through your smile, “I accept your key.”

He hums a satisfactory one, rolling his shoulders back against the hard leather seat as if his mind isn’t running rampant with a billion thoughts, all revolving around you and happiness. He realizes he hadn’t ever had the chance or reason to sit in the back before. He definitely belongs up front in the driver's seat. It’s a miracle he even has enough leg room to fit you on his lap.

“Although,” you start with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, though he still furrows his brows urgently. What could possibly be in the way? Who does he have to kill to fix it? “I’m gonna get lonely in a house that big, when you’re off getting deployed in another country.”

Every god-damn terrorist on the planet, apparently. His retirement party better be worthwhile.

A dagger to the heart he’d happily take again simply because it’s got a part of you. In this case, it’s far-too-real words that are laced in your charming voice.

“We’ll get a dog.” His words are said so nonchalantly and it’s a conscious decision, as if they aren’t the most important things in the world for the both of you. So determining for your future together, and so sweet despite his downright rough and gruff drawl. So much emotion in such a seemingly emotionless voice. “Even let you name it.”

You smile impossibly bigger, and it’ll go on to continue growing with every half-sentence he utters. “You’d do that for me?”

“Oh, I’d do anythin’ for you, love.”

You throw your arms around his neck with an excited squeal, practically strangling the man with love. He takes you graciously, big arms tightening around your waist, but tries to calm you like a wild dog by moving a hand up to the back of your head, buried in his shoulder once again, and patting it.

“…s’long as I approve of it. Sound about right?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mumble, locked onto him. “Does this mean I get to drive this car while you’re away?”

He laughs, chest inflating for a split second and taking you up and down with it. “God, no. Maybe I’ll let you drive the Charger, but this beauty isn’t goin’ anywhere without me behind that wheel.”

“Damn,” you hiss. Obviously. “Was worth a shot.”

“Smart thing,” he murmurs. You sink your slack body into him impossibly closer, every muscle relaxed beyond what you thought they were capable of because he’s just that comfortable. The squishiest chest you’ll find on a man.

“….Gonna be my pretty, li’l housewife.”

“Even though I have a job and we aren’t married?”

“Even though you have a job and we aren’t married,” he repeats, sighing the entire time.

He can change at least one of those things. He’s gonna change one of those things.

He starts again, “Seems like you’ve got your energy back. And you still have a job to do, little miss.”

You groan dramatically into his neck when his hands find your waist, very sadly attempting to pull you off him for only a moment. Groans fluidly turn to whimpers and you’d be stomping your feet in protest if you could, but your stubbornness has always translated to playful arousal.

“Don’t worry, love,” he chuckles. “I’ll help ya out.”

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut #ghost cod

808 notes · View notes

sabokunsmalia · 6 months

Text

anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ♥

featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.

↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.

↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.

↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.

↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.

↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.

↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.

325 notes · View notes

pumpkinbirth · 5 months

Note

Little thing for the build a birth prompt:

🤰🏾4️⃣🏫⌛👖🛑

Exam day and the girl hides her labour by giving birth in her dorm room in complete silence, but she ends up with 3 more babies then she thought she was having.

I shifted in my seat again, no doubt to the annoyance of the student next to me, but I couldn't even spare them a thought. The questions on the page in front of me blurred as I desperately tried to focus on them, but the intense pressure in my belly and lower back was unrelenting.

Briefly I shot a glare at the professor at the head of the classroom. He had been plenty accommodating the first time I'd requested to postpone my exam, and I foolishly thought I'd only have to do that once. But then my due date, came and went, and after three more exam date changes he'd made it clear that he was out of patience. And now, apparently capitalizing on my bad luck, my baby had decided that it was out of patience too.

Swearing under my breath, I did my best to focus on the rest of the exam. To anyone else, it just looked like I was stressing out over my academic future. In reality, I was doing all I could not to have anyone notice I'd gone into labor. I exhaled shakily through my nose, my knuckles white as I gripped my pencil and waited for the contraction to pass.

The rest of the hour felt like it had stretched to at least three, and when I finally managed to cross the room to hand in my paper I didn't even pause to hear whatever comment the professor had for me. I clutched my bag tightly to my side and made a beeline for the door, hoping that everyone else was too engrossed in their work to notice my hasty exit.

My vision tunneled as I hurriedly entered the nearby bathroom, relief flashing through me when I found it to be empty. I locked the stall behind me and carelessly tossed my things to the floor, my breathing ragged as I struggled to shove my leggings down so I could check myself. Or tried to check myself, at least, but the drastic swell of my belly had dropped, making it so I could only shallowly dip my fingertips into my cunt. Tears welled up as I let out a frustrated groan and carefully pulled my leggings back up, my mind racing.

I just have to make it back to the dorm, I thought as I gathered my things, and I'll figure it out from there.

---

By the time I made it to my dorm room I looked and felt like a mess, cheeks flushed and forehead sweaty. I could feel my shirt sticking to my back, and I was all too glad to finally be able to undress. My jacket, shirt and leggings were piled at the door, and I couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief as I felt the cool air on my hot, sweat slicked belly.

Despite only being a couple weeks overdue, it looked as though my baby had done another nine months worth of growing, and I carefully massaged my poor stretched skin. Before long I could feel the telltale pressure mounting, and I grit my teeth to brace for another contraction. They'd become closer and closer together during the walk to my dorm, and my heart raced as I realized it wouldn't be long until--

pop!

My eyes shot open as I felt and heard it, barely managing to muffle a moan as my water broke and pooled at my feet, my thighs trembling and slick with it as it just kept coming. With that last little barrier gone, my labor quickly shifted from 'very uncomfortable' to 'actually painful', and I realized I'd have to keep quiet in order not to attract any concerned knocks.

Keeping a hand over my mouth, I powered through the pain enough to cross the room to my bed, hastily pulling my blankets and pillows off onto the floor beneath me before using the side as a support for my back as I carefully lowered myself into a deep squat. Without being able to properly check my progress, I had no choice but to listen to what my body decided it should do, so when the next contraction came I finally allowed myself to try pushing.

It felt so strange, pain and relief and pleasure all mixing as I whimpered into my sweaty palm. With every contraction I could feel my baby getting closer and closer to being born, and it was all I could do not to scream with relief as the head finally crowned. Adrenaline pumped through me now, and I barely waited before pushing again, my cunt stretched impossibly wide for the shoulders, then all at once I felt the rest of its slick body coming out, cushioned by the pillows below.

My chest heaved as I carefully brought my baby up to me, catching my breath as I checked him over. Despite how huge my belly had grown, he was an average sized baby, so why then--

Before I could even finish the thought a familiar pain came over me again, and I had to do my best to keep from hyperventilating. I hadn't gotten that big just because I was overdue, but because there was more than one baby in there. Frantically I felt around until I found a discarded pajama top next to me and stuffed the fabric in my mouth before carefully placing my baby on my bed so I could focus on giving birth to its sibling.

The silver lining, if you could call it that, was that I didn't have to stretch quite as much this time, but that didn't keep me from moaning and whimpering into the fabric as I pushed hard. Tears of relief brimmed as I felt myself crowning again, and I tucked my chin close to my chest as I fought to birth the rest of my surprise baby.

Bringing it to my chest revealed a girl this time, and I held her close as I reveled in finally being done. Until another twinge of pain ran through me yet again.

Please just be the placenta, please please--! I begged inwardly, but as I let the contraction run its course, the pressure against my cervix was unmistakable now. My poor, overworked cunt was slick with birthing fluid, the blankets and pillows beneath me thoroughly ruined as I bore down, praying to whatever would hear me that this was the last time I'd have to give birth. My belly, smaller now but still hanging heavily between my spread thighs, trembled with the combined force of the contractions and my pushes, and I sobbed into my balled up shirt as I guided my third child into the world.

My face was beet red as I shakily removed the shirt from my mouth and rested my head back against the side of my bed, where my other two babies lay sleeping as I held their triplet.

I could only let out a weary "F-fuck..." when I soon felt another contraction.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink #build a birth

76 notes · View notes

mysteriawrites · 9 months

Note

Hi lovely, thank you for doing a trade with me! Below is my info, and I’ll request a male match from Genshin Impact, please! If you need anything else let me know.

- Gender: Cis female, she/her

- Zodiac: Aquarius

- Appearance: 5’4, light blonde hair & green eyes. I’m toned/muscular, but still pretty skinny. I have tan skin from living on the coast my entire life, and freckles on my nose and shoulders.

- MTBI: ENFJ-A

- Enneagram: 8w7

- Personality: Confident, outspoken, sociable, logic-driven. High self esteem & self worth, independent. I’ve been told (& I agree) that I speak with a very sharp and blunt tone that comes off rude and sarcastic, even if I’m not trying to be. I try to have a lot of patience, but it often does not work. Flirty, sometimes without realizing, but also just because I really do enjoy attention. Talkative & hyper at times. Physically cannot sit still for more than 20 minutes.

- Likes: Music, dance, writing, modeling, meeting new people, the beach, parties, planning events, learning.

- Dislikes: Complaining (especially when the person is doing nothing to try to fix their problem), people with no regard for those around them, bugs, weird food textures, stubbornness, unnecessary things

- Giving love language: Gifts (usually just small things that I see when I’m out, like their favorite snack at a gas station)

- Receiving love language: Physical touch (Generally, I hate being touched. Cannot stand it. It takes me a long time to get comfortable enough with someone for touching, but when I do I enjoy it. Only at certain times, though, because there will be times I don’t even want to be touched by whoever I’m dating.), Words of affirmation (I get incredibly insecure in relationships, lots of past issues, so fun. Consistent reassurance is definitely needed because I get an attitude)

- Extras: I am a model & my income comes from booking shoots. I have naturally curly hair. If it’s in the arts, I can do it (singing, art, instruments, dance). I have been a dancer and cheerleader since I was 2, so about 18 years. I have PNES & have seizures when I am too stressed out. I go to the gym & work very hard to maintain my image and keep my face and body healthy to maintain modeling

Thanks so much for doing the trade with me. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

KAEYA!!!

I think you and Kaeya would be a rather interesting couple. He would be able to see past your blunt exterior and see not just a confident, strong, and powerful woman, but also a soft heart that has her own doubts and struggles as well.

No one knows 100% how you and Kaeya met, maybe at a tavern, maybe at a party, who knows. However since then you and Kaeya have had this sort of rivalry going on.

By day you were a beautiful dancer who would perform in taverns and town square of monstadt, but by night you were a vigilante. A masked heroine of the night who tried her best to take care of the crimes and problems of the town that the knights couldn’t.

Every time Kaeya came to take care of a problem around town or catch a criminal you would already have wrapped things up long ago and be on your way out. Every time before you made your escape you would share some flirty banter.

One night you were overviewing the town from the rooftops when you heard footsteps behind you. You whipped around ready to fight off whoever it was, when Kaeya stepped out of the shadows.

You two ended up talking for hours up there until you heard a cry for help down below. Before you took off to go take care of it he asked if you guys could keep meeting up there, and you agreed.

And so every night you two would hang out and talk on the rooftops of Monstadt. Sometimes you guys would talk, sometimes you would have dinner together, and sometimes you two would just sit and silence and watch the stars until there would be a call for help, or if it was a quiet night then it would last till sunrise.

One night Kaeya was waiting for you in your usual spot. Tonight was an odd night because you weren’t there yet. Normally you were always the first one to get there, even when he left early, so the fact that you weren’t here set off red flags. Then he smelled it: smoke.

He took off in the direction of the black clouds to see a house set a blaze in Springvale. He dashed towards the disaster to help in whatever way he could. Amongst the crowd he heard that the famous masked crusader had gone in to save a few people who made it out safely, but the hero had yet to return.

Using his cryo vision Kaeya frantically made he was through the flames in search for you. He had to hurry as the house was falling down around him. Even if he put the fires out it was too much. Just when he was about to give up hope heard small coughs coming from the room in front of him. He dashed for the knob to find you surrounded by a sea of fire and unconscious.

When next you woke up you were in the healing ward of the church, your arms covered in bandages, a patch on your head, a raging headache, but most important at all no mask. In a panic frenzy you tried to remove yourself from the bed when you realized that next to you sat a sleeping Kaeya holding your hand protectively.

He stirred awake at the motion, looked up at you and smiled at the fact that you had awoken. He that after he saved you the nuns had worked tirelessly to save you (smoke inhalation go brrrr) and not to worry about them knowing your identity because he had removed you mask earlier (so you could breathe easier) and didn't tell them your identity.

After you two had reached a moment of silence Kaeya had admitted that he was terrified of losing you. When he found you in the fire barely breathing, he realized that he didn't want to live in a world without you. He said that he wouldn't waste time anymore. He asked you if you would go out with him, and you said yes.

And now you two have a happy playful relationship and are now both officially part of the knights of Favonius saving lives every day.

Sorry this took so long but I hope you like it.

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader

5 notes · View notes

the-tf2-gremlin · 7 months

Text

Chapter 3: Abduction

It has been a little under a week now since he found the camp. Not a lot changed, mostly rebuilding and crap like that. Not this was a bad thing, it meant he’d learn the location of everything quicker. Which was perfect. Perhaps in the chaos it would make his job JUST a little bit easier. That was the hope anyhow…

Stealth and silence were his best attributes, and remaining still for long periods of time came in very handy, especially for jobs like this. Scouting and recognizance. It was so easy! These humans REALLY thought they were invisible after what happened with the fire. Pathetic. Their arrogance knew no bounds… One key difference he did notice was the, rather disappointing lack of a certain person. And the very limited sightings of his target.

A certain stunningly blue eyed wavy haired young man, just possibly shy a couple years of his age.. Sure was easy on the eyes… The thought made his stomach twist and churn. What was he thinking?! Ridiculous. A HUMAN OF ALL THINGS?! He’d much rather think a stupid wombat’s ass was more compatible.. It took all his being to avoid snorting loudly and blowing his hiding spot. That thought certainly has been befouling his entire mood that week. Ever since he locked eyes with him… WHY WON’T HE GET OUTTA HIS HEAD?!

With a solid shake, he growled silently, gritting his teeth and feeling the fur down his second back prickle in anger and frustration, followed by his pointed ears pinning back. This was his one chance. He wasn’t going to blow it, not because of some pretty boy. With a deep inhale, he steadied himself enough to go back to his mission. Finding the exact time and date the target was alone long enough for him to do what he needed to do. It would be incredibly risky, but the gains of his success would be well worth the risk. One he’d have to take. There was no choice anymore.

It was a good portion of time before he got some good news. As predicted, these humans were very habit based, with only slight and unwarranted changes in their patterns. Train, drills, meeting, and tend the injured. Each man just knew what needed to be done. And now he was able to successfully tell where each one was to be at what time. And in just a few minutes he’d find his target. This was the last day of scouting before he struck. It was his only safest window of opportunity. The second to last day his target was the least defended. If he missed this- the thought made him shudder. No. That won’t happen.

Eavesdropping was extremely easy when the higher in commands got drunk enough…. Or if you drugged the booze when the guard was in a drunken stupor. Nothing a lil extra pound of valerian root to help loosen their tongues and get them drunk faster. It wasn’t even hard to do, honestly it was laughable. But he knew better than to get cocky when luck decides to give you a nudge, especially with these kinds of situations and… morons…

The idiots responsible for moving it ended up needing to HIDE the empty barrel(s) they helped themselves to and left ALL the others unattended for hours, while they ran off to town having a friend “watch” the barrels for them. And what did that friend do? Fell asleep piss drunk. So with no one around and scouting that section of the cargo bay, he was able to sneak in the the cover of dusk and dump bag fulls of valerian root into each barrel. It’s been working like a dream! This was almost feeling too… convenient.

The thought made him bristle faintly, thinking this was a trick to make him lower his guard and mess it up, and they end up catching him…. The thought has been nipping at the heels of his mind this entire week… All he wanted to do was finish his business and be done with this awful encampment of humans. The sooner the better… The longer he stayed the more his hatred grew. These humans are truly disgusting.

When he saw a chance to sneak off from his hiding spot undetected, he slowly stood up and quickly snuck off to his makeshift camp, several miles away from the humans to rest. He needed to be sharp and ready for what was to come. Not a single mistake, or it was all over. As he trotted gently to his camp, he sighed as he pulled the tent flap to his simple cozy bed and a knife for precautions. He hesitated faintly, as he turned a bit to stare up at a pitch black what he THOUGHT was a odd looking raven, watching him intently.

It blinked, jet black feathers glossier than most birds, and it’s call was much deeper and harsher than any raven he’s heard. It stared at him, with such a intensity in it’s eyes it felt VERY sentient. And the way it’s eyes seemed to never blink was deeply disturbing… He swore for a split second it’s eyes turned red… maybe he needed sleep more than he thought. Clutching his knife to his chest, he tied the flap down to a stake to make it harder for something to get in, and slowly and nervously fell asleep.

**Some Time Later**

Severin shifted uncomfortably against the new “bed” he was given. It was uncomfortable and unfortunately giving him splinters. These new chains keeping his arms bound to the thick central post holding his entire tent up. With a pained grimace he shifted faintly to try and pry the rock wedged under him to kindly vacate the space, so he can at least TRY to sleep. Kind of hard when a rock is stabbing you in the ass.

The chains seemed to tighten when he moved too much, as he felt it begin to dig into his skin before relaxing once more. That damned magician… Tch, must be feeling desperate knowing his career was on the line with a potential new magic user in the camp. Too bad no one knew WHO it was. Now the joke of a magician named “Merasmus” was working three times harder than he was before.

By work, actually means he started actually doing his damn job and got off his lazy ass when the camp started to catch onto his power trip. Rumors spread like fire that this new much stronger magic user could easily put Merasmus in his place, and low and behold the man actually started to pitch his weight. Unfortunately for them it meant he was now working a lot harder on the enchantments on the tents and shackles, not to mention illusionary tricks. Those ones were certainly dangerous. Thankfully he wasn’t easily blinded to smoke and mirrors. That moron Merasmus was going to be in a WORLD of hurt once he got out, especially for the things he had done to Galvin. He had done NOTHING-

A sharp snap of a twig and a loud pained yell of the guard outside his tent made him tense. The sound of a partly armored man hitting the ground limply just outside the door made him go stiff. Unfortunately his back was to the tent door, along with the post blocking his view of well, anything. Whatever this was, this was not a ally of the humans…. And it may not be his ally either-

The slow methodical sound of the tent flap being opened was so soft he barely heard it, before the soft clacks of what he could guess was iron on the rocky ground began to creep closer. Judging from the tension in the air, this was not an ally. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and sweat began to bead his brow and face before descending his body. Very light on its feet, more than likely a quadruped… it was too light to be Galvin… Galvin was short for his kind but made up in padding and muscle.

A twinge of panic filled his chest as he realized these shackles seemed to make even the smaller movements more noticeable by making the metal glow faintly, illuminating his presence in the dark tent. A beacon in the dim. The glow seemed to make the quadruped creep closer, and he heard a metal weapon being unsheathed from a leather holder, grinding against a clasp of metal holding it down. He had two options, let this happen or… well the second option wasn’t exactly ideal because of the trauma it would inflict on Galvin…

Holding his breath he waited for the sharp stab of pain when he finally heard the being reach just behind him at the post. Judging from it not coming closer it wanted to remain hidden. He waited for his inevitable demise. It didn’t come. He waited a bit more. Still nothing… strange. To be quite honest he didn’t feel like opening his eyes, mostly because he was exhausted. All the beat downs and the tormenting of threats to harm Galvin if he didn’t tend the injured and do it properly… From what he could tell Galvin was unharmed for the most part… The second in command really needed to learn how to be QUIET when trying to convince him they had harmed his son. Idiot.

The sound of the hooves finally stopped just in front of him. He didn’t budge. There was some faint shifting and what sounded like a horse kneeling down, and the shifting of metal. Immediately his eyes shot open. All he saw was a flash, a gleam of metal before it stuck more metal, creating a bright spark. Without warning he flinched back, startled at the motion. Amazing, that the metal to metal contact was so much quieter than he expected. It was like this being knew exactly where to strike to reduce the sound…. This was clearly a very skilled, erm perhaps not assassin..? Then what was this being…?

Oh this was absolutely bad. This may not be… Sweat beaded his brow more intensely, as his gaze drifted down to one of his shackles. What was this being DOING- As if to answer his own question, he glanced up to see a much larger centaur than Galvin, entire human half covered up to disguise their identity, along with thin fabric covering their fur and horse half. Garbed in all black fabrics, they moved silently and stealthily, very much obscured within the shadows of the dark room.

They had absolutely no issues seeing in the dim lighting of the tent. Oh, fess. That’s REALLY not güt. This clearly isn’t an assassination… But why a healer…? A captive one at that? It made no sense…. Unless… His heart stopped for a brief moment. Do they know?! How could they? Not even the soldiers nor the Commander knew- this meant Galvin was in significant danger-

With another loud horrid scraping sound, his other leg was now freed from the post, though like his other leg it was still clasped in the iron of the shackle. The centaur seemed to be staring at him, though it was impossible to tell where because of the full face mask and hand made goggles obscuring everything. Adorning that eerie jet black mask that completely hid it’s face and draping even down to it’s neck. All that he could see was the very faint outlines of their eyes… And the burning rage in them. It was very clear if they had their way he’d already be gutted and drowning in his own blood.

With a shuddering breath he averted his gaze, glancing over to grab any details he could of this being. Large, and sturdy. If he had to guess a WILD mustang centaur, built for the open fields and neighboring forest areas. Rugged, strong, and extremely stubborn. Extremely hard workers and dismissive of strangers. And at the moment, avoided humans at all costs. Then why was this one here?! Normally they travelled in herds… Unless this one wasn’t alone…

The centaur snorted and shook it’s head, seeming to notice his eyes lingering. Slowly, the centaur set the oddly shaped blade down, before turning to rummage through a bag clasped around it’s human waist. It retrieved what appeared to be set of cloth rags, rope and a odd vial with a off shade clear liquid, somewhat hazy and thick… . With a faint squint, Severin’s eyes widened when he recognized the contents in the vial. Oh Gott, chloroform. If he was going after him, that’s means Galvin would be-

Now he began to struggle, ignoring the pain of the metal on his wrists and ankles biting angrily into his bare skin. NEIN, if this being took him it would spell disaster for Galvin! Even if it was futile, he didn’t have a choice. The centaur stiffened as he noticed him struggling, and growled deeply and began working faster to smother the rag in it’s hand with the murky liquid. FESS, he was pretty sure screaming will only make it angrier, he quickly turned his head to the side to see if he could catch a glance past the beam, he had to do something-!

Without warning the centaur swiftly and firmly pressed a now damp cloth over his mouth and nose as he turned to face them once more. As expected Severn squirmed and thrashed best he could, even attempting to sink his teeth into their hand. The being seemed to anticipate his bite and swiftly rested it’s horse leg firmly on his now free left leg, applying a solid portion of it’s weight onto him.

In response Severin grit his teeth hard, and got a solid shove with their free hand pressing his left shoulder into he beam behind him, before pressing harder with the rag. Much to his dismay he was unfortunately pinned and losing this, well, he wouldn’t call this a fight. Either way, his head was hurting and he could barely move.

Even during the struggle he knew his herbs and chemicals well. This strictly wasn’t JUST chloroform. It’s potency was much higher. Normally, chloroform didn’t work immediately, but something else was in this concoction this centaur was using. This clearly was someone who knew their herbs and such. If he wasn’t about to faint he would’ve been mildly impressed. Too bad they were going to drug him and do who knows what … perhaps he didn’t want to know.

Even though ht knew thrashing and struggling would only speed up the process, he felt no other option was possible. His vision began to swim, head and eyes becoming heavier and heavier. His shoulders sagged, feeling his consciousness slowly starting to slip away. Weak sputters and coughs followed after the pair struggled for about 3-5 minutes, and Severin was going more and more limp by the moment. Despite this the centaur didn’t budge, making absolutely sure that he was fully sedated before beginning the rest of it’s work.

Only when he was barely conscious did the centaur finally loosen it’s grip. Everything was extremely blurry, but the horrible metal scraping sound rang through the air, as his heart seemed to slow to half it’s speed and his head dropped to the side. Arm and legs were utterly useless, like lead being crushed with a much higher force of gravity. By that point all he remembers was the haziness of the room and the sound of ropes being pulled taut before everything went pitch black. All he knew was one thing. He had failed. Failed his son, and ultimately would be the reason his son would be dead by the time he came back to rescue him once he escaped. And it was all his fault.

He barely could keep his eyes open long enough to see that he was being carried out of the tent, then the camp vanishing from view every few blinks, his vision fading in and out of blackness and time bearing no meaning. There were a few littered bodies of dead guards just in the small glimpses he could catch before it all finally faded, having no idea what would be waiting for him once he woke up.

5 notes · View notes

blankdblank · 1 year

Text

The White Dove Pt 37 - Sweden

...

This one’s a fair bit longer but it all fits into the next leg of the story so it’s all worth it in the end. :)

Masterlist

...

The day before holiday break and you had taken your final bow for papers the next morning to be gathered with copies of magazines that covered the show and your performance in it. All to distract from the pain left from an introduction to the Repetition Ranger who was able to create doubles of people that after a few fights you had to put an end to the chaos by finding out the doubles would repeat anything said on certain frequencies. So a song was used to signal which were the fakes and right away all of them burst into dust upon the discovery. That pain and the call from the Ambassador of Sweden who had arranged a flight out on your behalf for you and Eddie.

Like wildfire your name and involved emancipation case had lit up the papers and now it was official business. Now that you were reinvigorating a near decade old hope that degenerative diseases could be reversed or at least halted from progression a home was rented on behalf of yourselves nearby the research center. For court and transportation, as you were licensed to drive, a car was assigned part of the package deal. For what you could offer your country on top of being known for the homeland of one so talented already none of this would cost you a single cent.

Shy of one million people Stolkholm was a large city, and on the outskirts of it the lab sat for adequate silence and space with a smaller suburb nearby that would be patrolled to ensure your privacy from press and loitering public alike. They wanted you to have a peaceful Yule and prying eyes would only harm that chance.

Clothes already were packed inside a new set of suitcases you had bought for this trip, each with white rabbits on it around the same quote, ‘How long is forever? Sometimes, just a second.’ From Alice in Wonderland that you hoped would be unique enough to not be taken by anyone else inside the airport upon landing. Now you just had to tuck the honeycomb shaped mechanism into your clothes to keep from being jostled about. Being inside the checked bags surely would have it pass by with little irritation to your things to being loaded in the back of the plane. Already you had dropped off the gifts for your friends and Gwen since you were missing it, and even nervous beyond compare you couldn’t even bother to look at their messages of well wishes for the trip as it would only worsen things.

“Have my passport, underwear, jacket, spare boots, got my pop up typewriter you made me. Everything on my list is marked off, yours? Wanna bring your shark pillow?” he asked and you nodded making him grab it to add to the blanket he’d pulled off your bed to fill the spare space in his medium sized bag around his pack of paper and legal pads to keep busy while you were in the lab to finish off his story.

“Thank you,” you whispered feeling tears already brimming in your eyes luring him over to hug you tightly.

“I can work anywhere and you are not going alone in this. Courthouse and lab alike. I know it’s a couple hours from the town your parents moved you to as a baby, but it’s still their lab.” You nodded and he said, “Now, let’s go take the things down to give Eldfall a few minutes before we go to apologize fully for not having the time to ship him to Sweden with us. And just hope we don’t get a four am phone call the garage is in flames.”

“I’m certain if he throws that big a tantrum we’ll wake up with him inside the cottage,” you said making him chuckle to your weak giggle. Apologies were given to Eldfalls, who heart breakingly gave off a low pitched hum as if it was readying to cry like a mechanical whine but seemed to fall silent then power down its engine that had you on the verge of tears and need to step out a moment, only to find the car there to pick you up.

Six suitcases checked and two carry on bags in hand in line for security you waited for the gradual shared steps forward until you both nearly fell down taking off your boots to pass through the metal detectors. Armed fully with your bee metal weapons in shorts under your jeans your eyes traveled upwards to the slide of hands down the center of your inner thighs from the TSA agent. Who after a second verbalized pass dipped lower to feel around your ankles and then work their way up the outer sides of your legs to feel better around your waist under the base of your lopsided sweater. Around the underside of your bust her hands moved to pat and smooth across your back, warning of a move of the chunky braid to reveal a glimpse of a Yoshi band-aid surrounded by a green bruise. “You have an injury on your shoulder?”

And over it you glanced at them and nodded, “Scared my neighbor’s cat off a shelf right out of a nap,” instantly making them smirk.

“My tabby likes to sleep on top of open doors. Quite familiar with that terror of a clawed hat.” Making you giggle and force back the memory of being slammed into a wall by the Goblin who you stopped from stealing his oddest goal yet, the parade car meant to hold Santa’s Sleigh. Right in time for on a sort of probation Iron Man was let off his leash to take him on and grant you this break away from the cackling dingbat.

Right up to your scalp careful fingers smoothed through your curls to ensure your thick locks weren’t concealing something before you could be cleared and allowed to add your shoes and jacket again. Out of the tray when that was through items from your bags were inspected, including the pen disguised allergy injector you had in there just in case, along with all the things you both carefully had packed to be easy to bring out when needed. Such as your pop up lantern, stove, wheelbarrow and spade disguised as a small set of compact folding portraits and mirrors of various powers to not cause them any worry or you any hassle of explaining why you had any such materials inside your purse.

All the same beyond that you were freed once you had hold of your hat and patchwork fox fur prada bag from Carter you chose in its larger size to help you at the lab and court as well to hold as many papers as necessary. Eddie in a shift of the grip on his bag turned to take hold of your hand and lead the way to your gate. A few second looks your way came the whole time you felt you crossed the entire building twice over to check in and take your seats inside a secluded lounge linked to your airline direct to Sweden.

So close to eight hours once you had boarded into the front of the plane hushed utterances came from those in areas close behind and those in the rows around yours on their way back home for the holidays who recognized you and Eddie right away. Into the far left window seat you eased to take up the pair to ready for takeoff and not get distracted.

Clear boat enthusiasts promptly filled the two seats in the middle row. Their passion shown by sailing themed sweaters and buttons on their coats who gave you both quick waves and grins you and Eddie returned while groggy bodies filled the far right pair of seats in your row. Two seats in each row would change to two outer rows of three seats and a middle row of two was the layout for the back of the plane. Not much more space was to be had up front but you did get a few fancier takeaway gifts and a few more inches you of everyone most certainly didn’t need for your stature. But for Eddie’s sake you accepted the few inches more so he could be more comfortable.

It was all timed so you could arrive two hours from when the court proceedings would kick off. Every two hours there would be a sort of meal, two small snacks and a larger meal to be followed by a third snack without time for a fourth as you were to land by then. Even the built in monitor for an entertainment system did little to keep your mind off things but at least after the second snack with his own nod off Eddie wordlessly lured you into a nap. Still eventually a dark sky was seen through the windows everyone opened for landing.

Outside of the snow dusted tarmac views of the airport came to be all your window could show. Getting off the plane seemed to be easier than getting on as you were let off amongst the first group nearest the door to collect your things.

“I did warn you about the sunlight, right?”

“Yes.” Eddie answered behind you but still looked out the window and then to the clock on the wall he used to wind his watch to the right time. “I didn’t think it’d be this dark still though.”

“Well, we should, get our luggage and then head to the car rental.” But beyond a glass wall a line of rope barriers held back a group of reporters who began to steal pictures of the both of you as the same Ambassador who came to visit you stood with a smile readying to greet your older self and adopted brother. “Oh, this is new.”

“I don’t remember hearing about the welcome wagon.” He muttered to you.

“Neither do I.” You muttered back and closed the distance to have him offer a hand to shake.

“Welcome back to Sweden Miss Pluto. We wished for you to have a great welcome and I do have to warn we are moving courthouses as the heating has gone out in the original one. For these instances the Supreme Court building will be used until the repairs are completed and I myself are here to apologize and act as your guide for a tour of the lesser traveled parts of the building as there will be a time gap between arrival and the hearing.”

“Oh, thank you. Sounds like fun.”

“Do you have luggage?”

“Yes, quite a bit, I wasn’t sure what I’d need.”

His grin spread in greeting Eddie who looked at you as you began to stroke the palm of the hand that Eldfalls had bitten in its beginning to prickle. A flash of a silver scar in an Asgardian rune on your skin was here then gone explaining the sensation you had back on Svartalfheim you hadn’t paid mind to. The sudden cloud of flames stirred shrieks and a drop of bodies to knees or crouched between those who locked up to peer up at the sudden occurrence. Right in the middle mere seconds after the flames erupted Eldfalls became visible causing you to just keep standing still staring up at the humming ship who proudly seemed to say hello in its defiance for remaining behind.

“Take a picture! Take a picture!” The boat enthusiasts from your flight said fumbling out their phones while your hand lowered from its grip around your necklace. They found their feet as many others did while you simply stared at the ship that had you glad this was a high three story section of the airport to leave room for it to hover above your heads.

“I’m sorry,” you said to the now chuckling Ambassador who eyed the ship in awe. “Eldfalls sort of, pops up when I leave the city sometimes.”

“King Vili’s ship,” a few people murmured as the press turned to snap a few pictures while the crowd behind you spilled out into the larger space now filling with more bodies to get a better look at the magical ship.

Just as soon at it arrived over its scales the snap of metal had your eyes narrow. In an unsettling sort of contortion that warped the scales in angles and the mast to bend this way then that as each section of the hull warped and wiggled until the head of the dragon on the front started to expand and behind it a body of a dragon appear stunning everyone all the more. Now five feet long the large winged metal beast with gnawed of tail and gashes on its back to show where the missing section of mast went to Eldfalls lowered to stand on his back haunches beside you with a pleased look on his face. “You have never done that before.” You said flatly in Swedish making the metal creature actually chuckle deeply to the remark.

King Vili in the legends you knew of was rumored to have a great dragon as a companion in battle and now all the more this was proof you had found his very same ship that had followed you here. He did answer you, but in Asgardian to share that you had not repaired his wings and hull yet. The blank look back at him however had him smirk and blow smoke rings to show his missing parts.

“Simply stupendous!” The Ambassador exclaimed in a clap of his hands, “The museum in Norway will be beside themselves in ecstasy knowing that he is here to tour the museum exhibit with you when you travel there.” And he said, “For now, your luggage.” He said and you nodded following him to the baggage claim as Eldfalls began to hover to float over your head on a ripple of ghostly flames wafting under his head, neck and belly all the way through the maze of stunned people throughout this maze of a building.

Your six bags were simple to find and with the smallest propped on top of the middle one you and Eddie wheeled the bags toward the exit gate where the security warned over a radio set simply peered up at Eldfalls as those waiting outside did the same. Most having laughed at the verbal warning of a dragon coming out that swiftly changed to people snapping pictures.

“The car rental is this way.” The Ambassador said gesturing to your right to follow the walkway to the visibly marked rental shop where a line free counter was suddenly opened by means of removing the paper sign it was closed. Normally guests no matter their standing would have to wait to not draw attention to anyone in the usual Swedish fashion of Lagam lifestyle, moderation, humility and a treasuring of comfort and simplicity. However there were court times to keep on track for an important state matter and this once you could hold exception to the usual. Even more so as those in line wide eyed gawked at the hovering dragon who turned and twisted to get inside the building where a few patient children approached him upon his landing.

“Is there an age limit on car rentals?” You asked the Ambassador softly who chuckled and shook his head.

“You are considered legally an adult in America so legally you can rent a car here. Why do you ask?”

“You have to be 24 in America.”

“Why?” Was all he asked and you shrugged.

“Not sure you can marry, drink, buy guns and vote by that age not sure what they need other than demanding a credit card. Do I need a credit card?”

“This is just a formality, we have backed the car chosen for your stay they merely need to copy your driving information and ID to complete the transfer.”

“Oh,” you said. And flashed a grin at the woman who ushered you closer to the counter you stood on your toes and still couldn’t see over. Luring Eddie forward to prop you on a raised leg he pinned to the counter to have you seated and within reach of what they required upon his thigh in a one legged stance amusing a few people in line who moved to split into that line now that it was open again.

Like he said the ID was scanned and you signed the proper slips and took hold of the keys to the mystery car to which you were assigned. A short distance across the walkway you took your bags with Eldfalls behind to enter the rental garage, following the numbers to a giggle worthy mint two door sporty coupe. “Oh this is adorable,” you whispered to yourself making Eddie chuckle at the click of the trunk opening when you tapped the button twice to make it do so. Suitcases loaded easily with the larger four in the trunk and the smaller pair and your carry on bags you filled the back seat with.

Outside the garage now was a car the Ambassador climbed into having shared he would lead the way to your rental home first so you could unload your things at least and then turn right back around to follow him to the courthouse. Waving your hand Eldfalls in a fiery mist warped through the seats to fill what space was left in the backseat to not have to fly atop the roof of the car.

“I don’t think they were expecting us to bring a dragon,” you said turning out of the garage making Eddie chuckle in his adjustment to the radio station.

“Why wouldn’t they expect us to bring a dragon? Downright rude to not think we’d bring a dragon.” He said making you giggle. From what you recognized you named all the way through the white coated city barely lit by just hints of moonlight through the snow dropping clouds.

“Oh we got a red house,” you said excitedly as you passed the women on a walk with their dogs in the dark early morning usual routine with a couple cyclists to follow who were curious at the flag donning car and mint one behind it. Around a corner you saw wooden red houses in rows along a curving street. Fenced in small plots of yards had each little barn like structure look quite quaint to be able to stay in while you were here. A guard on the street opened a side gate that allowed you to drive around to the hidden front of the house that helped have a touch more privacy and a clear shot of the surrounding trees to the suburb and sky overhead that gorgeous view to exit the lovely hone each day. “Oh this is nice,” you sighed and helped to bring your things inside the door the Ambassador unlocked for you.

“Two bedrooms, and two baths. The kitchen has been newly remodeled so the stove would work with the solar panels over the garage.” Beyond the front room he had stopped to gesture to each room he named then after your glances into each deep grey or pale orange space he showed you the side sitting room with a fireplace off the side of the larger living room sharing an open space with the dining table opposite the kitchen. “Living room and a side study that can act as an office as well, that cabinet pulls down into a work desk. As does this bookshelf.” He said about a pivoted empty set of shelves that with a simple press moved to lay flat and lock into a second desk. “Does this suit your needs?”

“Oh it’s more than I expected, thank you. Our places are one room, so a house to rent is wild in comparison of space.” You said making him grin.

“Now, back to the courthouse and your tour.” Excitement in his voice had you a bit curious, and with just hold of your purse again you were out the door as Eddie made sure he had his pocket notebook and a pen in case he needed it.

Alongside the car keys, on a keychain you had brought with you, the house keys were hooked on in the drive back out of the driveway that a bee hidden in your hair memorized the location and house number in case the task had slipped your mind. Discussion again of the wait for new heirs had Eddie changing the station again in the Swedish share on the newly married Crown Princess you had heard echoes of from crowds on your way through the airport. News of that and the Prince who was rumored to be kindling a secretive romance with a certain someone after being single a few years now after his first public relationship that ended amicably.

Gossip came up, much like a headline you only glimpsed within those walls, of a man you’d only seen online, grandfather, father to the only maternal aunt you had who was a professional Ice Dancer and didn’t want nor couldn’t have children, an Earl whose picture was right next to yours. You didn’t get a good look but while you drove your bees were searching online for the copy of the story and at a light you looked to the ac vent beside the radio where Chester projected the story off his back.

“What’s that say?” Eddie asked and looked between your picture and the man’s. “Who is that?”

“My grandfather.” You sighed and in a ripple of the letters you looked back to the road as the light changed. Across the Swedish papers also similar to the story in Norway noted the same lineage that Eddie raised a finger to scroll through the now translated story.

“Says you’re marked as his heir since his eldest daughter got bumped off the lineage, for what they say as permanent lack of an heir.” He looked to you, “What does that mean?”

“Nothing much he doesn’t have any real say over anything. There’s 200 families of nobility in Denmark, he’s got property but we’ve never met. I think he does something with fishing boats, like an assembly line or something,” you said turning the wheel as you reached the courthouse.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked slightly concerned about your stoic expression.

“Doesn’t mean anything.” You said shaking your head, “I mean he’s barely over 50, the man has just a glimmer of silver hair.”

“And he doesn’t want to meet you?”

You shrugged and said, “Not sure. I never met the guy and mama barely spoke about him, he’d probably just assume I was after something to contact him now.”

“I think you should write him.” Eddie said, “Even if to say ‘hello I just want you to know you have a little Viking named Pluto in your bloodline. I have a dragon and have enclosed a picture of him for your castle.’” He said making you giggle.

“He doesn’t have a castle.”

“Manor,” he teased, “Upon his vast estate he will have a picture of you and Eldfalls.”

“Alright,” you giggles and said, “Tonight I’ll borrow your typewriter and print a picture of me and Eldfalls.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“Oh I’m certain. I hear he’s quite proud of being a bloodline not of German heritage. Like for Sweden and I believe Norway as well they’re German not Scandinavian.”

“This has Queen Victoria all over it.”

“She did breed an empire.” You said making him chuckle.

“Be good to know he’s got a true blue Viking in his line still.”

“I read he’s Protestant, might try to cast me off for being Norse Pagan.”

“Oh he’ll have to get through Eldfalls to do that.” He said making the metal dragon throatily growl in agreement making you steal a smirking look back at him in the rear view mirror as his four feet of claws were flexed again to not tear into the back seat.

Into a garage you were shown and the bar to block entrance for payment remained up for the man in the booth to wave you in as guest of the Ambassador to not have to pay. Safely into a spot you parked and climbed out to watch Eldfalls float and wiggle his way out of the car making you withhold a sigh to how badly this can go. Onto your seat you left your hat to not forget it as you tucked the handle of your bag in the bend of your arm and locked the car.

“We called ahead about the dragon, they’re gonna let him in.”

A guard said and you replied making him chuckle to himself, “And here I thought we’d see true results of storming Supreme Court with a dragon.”

Out into the street from a side exit you walked to spot a group of people talking over a newspaper they had bought across the street. All whom fell silent and looked up to stare, not just at the dragon but yourself from the picture on the paper. “The Viscountess,” one of them whispered and drew out a phone to capture a picture of you.

Deeper in the article it covered your numerous public works from performance to credits of your inventions and single award so far from competitions Columbia to go alongside enrollment and team wins for both Color Guard and Academic Decathlon championships since you had been accepted. Travels and link to a surprisingly unnamed American reporter joined a note of the biggest Scandinavian related news once it had mentioned your orphan status and twice missing branding as a child, Eldfalls. Aside from that this medical patent and research business was more than enough to dig up old ghosts of your lineage to tie you to just in case you might have been from a long line of greatness.

This you could look past, Eddie however felt even more upset that your mother’s family now had cast you off or hadn’t bothered to look for you at all. He could only assume some plot to keep the inheritance away from you or some other seedy venture you were being excluded to keep hidden from your knowledge. But he had to calm down as his forehead and jaw had clenched and furrowed to a level so prominent he couldn’t ignore it or allow the expression to stay and possibly be shown the door for poor attitude leaving you alone in this.

Wands in a security check within the front etched glass door blocked front hall were held by numerous guards who took care to check you all and then your bag only to simply peer on as Eldfalls in his Asgardian metal glory didn’t phase the detector arch at all when he passed through it. As if they had imagined him behind your group that was gone all there was to do was to scan and inspect the pool of press who were bent on hurrying to line up for seats as you were turned to head for the more exclusive floors for the start of your tour.

“We are here today to hear the case of IE Research Center vs Sweden, to petition the courts for emancipation upon the case of one Pluto Lagertha Pear to loosen the patent restrictions upon the methods used by the minor’s parents who developed them. Correct?” Affirmative answers were given as you stole a glance over the ring of judge seats one lone Judge sat in the center of, then to the legal council representing the claim to keep you a minor on one table opposite the twins, Idun and Epli. The duo who helped to found the center with your parents and had been keeping the same study alive all this time since their disappearance. Merely collecting long term data of effects of the initial compound. They looked exactly how you remembered, right down to the lockets like your mother’s from other gods that bonded the three of them so deeply. One word whispered by Yggdrasil to you now in view of them through the wooden barrier between the front row you sat in to their table as parties within this case had your eyes narrow a moment, “Beserkers.”

The Judge though had your eyes on him as he said, “Before I hear either party I would first wish to hear from Miss Pear. She is amongst us I see.” He gestured a hand to the podium in the center of it all right across from his seat adding, “Ominous I understand however there are no evidence boxes to call you to young lady.” And with a nod you stood leaving your purse behind to walk to the podium. The wooden gate you brushed apart, stealing a glance at the twins gave you a kind apologetic grin for forcing you into this. Behind you Eldfalls straightened up, keeping his glowing eyes locked upon your back as you stepped onto the attached wooden steps to be able to see over the wooden barrier that were added upon word of how short you were like they did for other vertically challenged people summoned here for one reason or another.

“Miss Pear, kindly tell me a bit about yourself.”

“I live a fairly simple life,” you answered plainly already making the corners of his mouth ease up at the pleasant answer compared to what little was known of a major gap of your youth so far. “I live in an apartment, attend school for my High School degree and also Columbia University as well to gain ground on a Bachelors degree. I work, and have hobbies, I dream and invent, spend time with friends and my brother Eddie, and during the summers we have traveled the past couple years and plan to again this summer.”

“Tell me about the dwelling you have chosen for yourself, if you please?” He questioned and you drew in a breath to answer.

“I live on the top floor of a building in Queens usually for immigrants, for the space rent is quite fair for New York. I built my own heater and air con, even New York can get rather hot in the summertime. All of it is one room, aside from the bath and closet. When I first moved in through my job at a theater I found my bed, it was a prop in a play. There is a second hand furniture shop I found in lower Manhattan. I have an odd collection of lamps, three ostrich feather and two shaped like trees. Three whale themed chairs, a sloped couch and one like a cloud. Most of that I got good deals because the owner felt he couldn’t get rid of them,” you said making him and a few of the reporters grin at the mental images. “He also somehow came across two wardrobes my ancestor built from his furniture line, just out of nowhere, like a sign from the Norns I hadn’t lost my history as well as my home.”

“Does your job in the theater pay well?” You gave a list of your jobs and basic pay, with an average on commission you earned and that you tried to put away half of each check if not for rent but for savings. “How far are you in your education?”

“I was set to graduate High School this year until a bill was passed raising core credit requirements so I will have to take a few more classes next year. I am also almost halfway through my Bachelor degree requirements.”

“I understand you were taken to Russia from your family home, you were rather young, but do you remember how you were taken?”

“I would rather not talk about that, if, you wouldn’t mind.” A noise from the gallery of press and the Ambassador had you turn your head to glance back making the Judge shift his head to your almost mournful gaze that dipped back behind a mask of a glance up at him.

“To understand your case, I must ask and insist, however I will say this,” he looked to the woman keeping record of the case, “Miss Belle, stop recording,” the woman complied and laid her hands on her lap as he looked to the press. “All members of press turn off your recorders and raise your pens in the air, none of this answer is to be taken down or made quotation to or reference in any publication.” Sharply you drew in a breath to the sound of every person of press doing just that, and he asked again, “Now, Miss Pear, as best you can remember how were you taken to Russia? No court within this country issued you there.”

Steely your eyes sank from him to the crest on the table in front of his seat, “I remember, I was with my mother, in her room. We had a metal vase and it fell over. I came out, and saw my father kill the first eight men,”

“The first eight?” he whispered to himself as a few members in the press covered their mouths.

Warmly a tear fell down your cheek in stating what you knew would only cement nightmares later on, “He told me to run, but they shot me with something, and I couldn’t. They took my parents, and the house was on fire. I just remember the fire, then I woke up cuffed to a bed. I didn’t know where I was, it was all stone, set up like a school, without windows, and always cold. The older girls said to behave,” off your belly you raised your hand to blot your curled sleeve against your cheek to keep from nearly tearing the wool apart by clenching your grip any tighter. “There was no child prostitution ring, everyone thinks that. They took us, taught us languages, all the subjects, and when they taught us enough they assigned us to families. Where we were taught to fly, skydive, dive, hike, track. I don’t know what to call it aside from doomsday preppers. We were put in dance classes, taken to hair appointments, but they never left us alone, we weren’t allowed to talk. We were not allowed to fail.”

You paused and in that silence he asked, trying to understand the deepening look in your eyes you kept off of him, “How did they keep you there when they took off the chains? The older girls did not try to help you escape? There must have been a good number of you there to all remain complacent. If you did fail, what happened then?”

“I tried to run. We all did. They did what they did to all the girls, beat us and hung us inside a sack in a sensory deprivation room, we weren’t allowed to have friends. When one of us showed a bond kindling with another girl they killed one of the pair,” gasps and sniffles could be heard behind you while Eddie mentally urged you to keep strong. “The first time I failed an evaluation they broke my femur,” you said causing his lips to part he promptly closed again to keep calm as more tears fell down your cheek, “I was told if I failed again they would break my other leg. So I passed. I always passed, and listened to my teachers. One especially who taught me to never let them think I stood a chance.”

Shakily you drew a breath and continued while a few members of the press with pens raised still felt it hard to keep their hands from shaking, “I made myself a magnificent liar, be close to perfect as possible. I did as I was told. I was assigned a family, and one day, they stopped locking the door and leaving the room to answer calls. I was cast in The Nutcracker. The plan, was to come to New York and refuse to leave, but they suddenly planned on moving me and my fake sister. So I got dressed for ballet rehearsals and came back on time, packed a bag with a few things, I knew where the safe was. Took it all, they had my parents’ jewelry with my papers, and I walked right out the door. Took the bus to the airport, I saw two women there to get me, but I managed past security and on the plane.

First step was a p.o box, then a bank account, then a burner phone I could get internet access through. But by the time I had landed my fake parents had killed themselves, all the girls were gone, houses up for sale and empty or burned down. One of my contacts with the military in the States said they found a number of the girls not long ago, asked me if I knew their real names for their headstones.” A few people behind you took a few moments to hunch forward at the next trembling breath you drew in, “I only knew what the girls shared by accident, habits, names they made up for themselves. What some of them looked like before they were put into procedures to hide their true faces. But there were so many other girls they hadn’t found yet. I got citizenship in America, and met Eddie not long after. He got me into therapy. I’m better, but I can’t say I wasn’t a little bit terrified to come back here again.”

You wiped your cheeks with both fingertips and sleeves as a few people behind you did the same to the Judge clearing his throat to not let his voice waver. “Thank you, I honor the strength it must have taken to withstand that for eight years then survive alone until you began to build a new family unit every child requires, and I do hope you find peace after such painful experiences.” You nodded and he said, “We are going to go back on the record now,” you nodded and the press was given warning to have chance to make notes again as the party acting against the case of emancipation adjusted their position in their seats uncertain of what to feel in this task of theirs. “Concerning this case, what are your feelings about being in the center of this lawsuit?”

“I lost eight years of my life,” you said and lips parted behind you in shock at possibly bringing up what you had just shared again on the record. “The very last entry in my father’s notes was a check on my mother’s blood work. She volunteered as a subject in their approved trial on humans. And it came back negative for Wilson’s disease.” That won a few gasps as the twins behind you nodded and smirked at both your strength and continued means to stay calm for this. “75% of the other cases came back negative or markedly lower on their own blood work showing the illnesses were reversing. My parents cured Wilson’s disease and several others. My mother showed improvement on daily functions such as mobility and was closer to being able to breathe on her own again. But we were divided and our home was burned down. Eight years so many people have suffered without my parents being here to continue their work.”

Again you paused to inhale, a pause he noted and waited for you to finish. “I might not know what I want to be when I am older, or what I want to study in for graduate courses. But I know their work, I built a smoother machine to help the process and shorten it by weeks to recreate the compounds. I used it to make my own anti-anaphylactic injections before the medical system was improved in the States. I want to continue their work and help people and stop their suffering.”

“You have a birthday soon, yes?”

“January 14th. I am turning 17.”

“More than justifiably you have proven to show that you are more than capable to provide for yourself and act to the responsibility of adulthood and all the trials that come with it. You have self reliance and a support system should you fall short as we all do from time to time. For these reasons I will grant emancipation and permit clearance of use of any patents and information inherited to and belonging to you from your parents currently barred by your age to grant freedom of medical trials surrounding those properties which are rightfully and legally yours to use how you deem fit. And I wish you all the best of luck for your endeavors to finish your parents’ fine work and then build upon it.”

You were excused back to your seat to find Eddie with Venom pooled in his sleeve a bit around one of your bees he was using to help translate what you said who proudly took hold of your hand as you sat down again. Final tasks of the closing of the case including signing of paperwork and well wishes for IE research center were concluded with the slam of a gavel. Idun and Epli once outside remained with you as the Ambassador guided the press away noting their need to be elsewhere, Eldfalls up at the duo peered and began to speak in Asgardian and answered back sharing how long they had been on the planet, the same amount of time as he had been here.

“So, you aren’t from lines of Vikings like you told my parents?”

Epli answered, “We do apologize, we wed amongst Vikings, however we right away saw the brilliance of both your parents and helped to assemble the center. And we understand Norman Osborn has been up to genetic mutation research.”

“This is because we had help hiding Dr Connors after his bad experiment, right?”

“Exactly,” Idun answered. “We have no doubt the solution will work and be vastly improved upon. However we did require legal backup before he could try to have any contracts or, well,”

“Blackmail,” Epli cut in, “They mean blackmail. He would stoop to it, we heard from Elliot that he is rather forceful upon gaining ideas from gatherings of yours he can interrupt. We have been keeping the study subject health progress up to date. After an initial show of proof the compounds work on tissue samples we can have more volunteer donors and get back up to a second round of human trials. Once that has begun any other study using the patents and formulas can be punished severely and possibly have their right to apply for trials suspended indefinitely for the act.”

Idun said, “We were off to breakfast, care to join us and we can leave it today or possibly give you a tour of the place tomorrow?”

“If I was to get anything done I’d have to go back and grab the machine I made for the solution testing.”

“And we shall stop after we get you two fed,” Epli said with a grin.

And Idun added with a smile of their own, “Look like you could both use a good meal.”

The internet already had begun to spread around that a well mannered dragon was on the loose and following a certain duo around. So finding the corner in the wall to eat at welcoming to him was not entirely unbelievable. From your pocket in a need to get your phone you had to turn it on and wade past the unread alert bubbles of the past almost two days to your notes to show them what you required.

Inside your hair the bees there compiled a few pictures from the travels to post and drop playful comments on each day to help distract those when they woke up so you would have a bit more free time to catch up with what they had sent already. And while you savored the meal the duo shared their initial intention to have the other Beserkers ease the news to you over the next year that they were their kin and wished to ease a meeting with you. After a surely awkward or emotional reunion they could touch on the research study and the notes your parents had hidden away with you alone knowing how to get access to it.

Like a time capsule as you held the honeycomb device to your belly mid tour you noticed the forest scenery wallpaper had been freshened up, with new flooring after the carpeting had given out. Up in the hills in a small curve the castle like stone building the quartet had bought and fixed up together now stood as a minor clinic for the nearby town on top of the research subject progress to keep doors open until you were old enough to be talked to about the patents.

Tall towers trimmed flat in alternating rise and dips of square tan blocks to truly show this place as a castle alternated with those that were domed with stained glass or steeped to a point in a mixture of Medieval and Gothic styles. Each made to be libraries of information for each office nearby or open for patients waiting there. Every door had a carving of some ancient scene from Nordic legends and tapestries around the walkways from wing to wing with an open kitchen and grand dining hall that also did serve meals publicly for those in need free of charge.

All restored, and while some parts were modernized with insulation, wiring and environmentally self reliant means of power to not tax the city nearby the monument was amongst the landmarks of the city that visitors could enjoy tales of how the ruins had been left and now stood in reminder of its resonate glory.

You loved to explore this place as a kid and more so now, and now you were co-owner, not a founder but no less suited in their eyes for what they knew you capable of achieving to pick things up again.

Right out of a movie however an ornately framed oval silver plated etching of your mother had you frozen at the reflection of your face beside hers. While you had your father’s eyes and hair most of your face was hers, aside from your ears that was a smaller blend of both of theirs and a nose that must have been older than either of them off a relative you hadn’t had the chance to meet. Her portrait hung next to his outside the lab wing in a memorial beside a smaller one of your younger self the twins said they would have a more current one to hang up without taking down the old one. More proof this place could grow and remain firm through the years.

Inside the lab samples of various subjects were labeled inside of a clear doored wall of fridges marked for specific order to not mix things up. Perfectly organized and not a thing out of place to ensure efficiency for your visit, it began with you hanging up your jacket and purse in the proper locker along the wall. An empty new desk had been assembled to hold your work, and was engraved as such, that you put your machine on. Sleeves were rolled up and hands washed with gloves passed around for a third Beserker to come and film the process to have solid proof to get the research project backed.

Without opening the sample a ring from the top of the hive contraption was removed to encircle the sample releasing lasers as it did to gather the genetic code of any sample in the center of it. The beginnings of a buzz of the machine grew louder to an array of lights passing between seams around the outer casing of it as if it was a partially see through hive and bees internally could be traced going about their work. An empty vial just two inches tall and barely the width of a penny was added to the small slot designated for it in the wait.

For three minutes you explained the process the machine was carrying out until it gave off a few trilling notes and a rubber pointed nozzle was seen lowering into the open vial to release just enough of the compound to fill it. With a syringe the liquid was emptied from the vial and added to the genetic sample.

Notes for the process by another Beserker were taken and a new sample was brought out to get onto the second of ten samples to try. As it readied the solution you were seen swapping the vials and using a mixture of sterilizing compounds to clean the rubber tube you swapped for a second out of the sealed pouch you had set aside. Like an assembly line the process was completed and then it was called for the day enabling you all to clean up and sanitize the lab with samples sealed under watch of a camera to ensure it would be monitored for absolute proof they were not tampered with.

Now you just had to think of a name for the new method attributed to this trial as you couldn’t reuse the original name your parents had chosen for their method with hopes to cure these diseases.

Alone with Eddie to the rental you went, both simply eager to be alone after the exhausting trip and tasks you had to carry out. And while he sat at the end of the couch working on a notepad of his latest ideas for his story you sat on the floor halfway slumped onto the coffee table staring at the tries to write a letter to your grandfather. You were living well, surviving, alive.

Simplicity was taken advantage of and a simple share of your apartment in Queens, two schools, and two steady jobs until the summer were shared to show you were financially sound and not asking for money. You didn’t know if you had ever met before, as it could have happened before your memory allowed you to pull from, and you said as much.

A simple inquisition of familial relations you might have as the family ledgers were lost in the fire you hoped to add to one day. Note of having written to your busy aunt was made as well as an easy scapegoat of reason to have been reluctant to contact him. He was a nautical expert and perhaps could relate to your predicament of having trouble on perfecting a new mast for Eldfalls. You didn’t ask for help, simply shared the work you had done on the magical ship so far to where you were stuck.

Just a hello and distant wave from afar with note of an email and phone number to cofactors you at anytime to go with the address used for your stay. Two pictures were added and after a pop by the post office to buy some stamps needed to get the letter to Denmark you dropped it in the slot to be sent off and then had to walk away to head back to the house and stare again at your notes on that stubborn mast.

Even with a miniature model you had printed of what was already there Eldfalls stood by with an amused glimmer in his eye to every zap he gave the model that didn’t keep steady again after you lowered it in a means to lift it up again. It just kept falling down and you had to glare at the stubborn thing until you were stomping into the kitchen to stress cook luring Eddie off his notes to help you prep the meal he would help to eat and clear up after.

Daily plans were made on a sheet of paper and tomorrow a trip to a nearby Viking and series of museums were to be explored while the twins would be testing the samples for progress to present to the officials holding the reigns on a new trial.

“Hey, the museum for my ancestor’s furniture is open tomorrow,” you said having been procrastinating from glaring at your model making Eddie smirk and take the notepad.

“Adding that to the top of the list.”

With a smirk you asked, “You won’t mind taking a tour of cabinets and wardrobes for three hours?”

“We can take it twice and I will still love it. Make it a full day. Squeeze as much into one day as we can for museums.”

“Did you want to drive or take the train?”

“Train might be easier on you if you’re up for it.”

“Well it’s a 7 and a half hour trip.”

“When’s the next train?” He asked making you smirk, “Get some good night footage for your travel videos before we sneak footage of the museum tour.”

“Train’s in two hours,” you said and he pulled his wallet out to have the card you were given for travel funds to order the tickets.

“Rest we can take care of over there. Still have a few grand from the jackpot you helped me get on that poker site. How’s your original video going?”

“Good. Everyone says they like it and they wish me well and all that. Everyone has their trip, Harry’s had some party he hoped I could have gone to. Apparently he invited the football team and the cheerleaders and pretty much everyone who is popular. Still making his bundle of connections. Soon he might have so many friends he’ll forget I exist.”

“Well if his party was a smash hopefully by New Years you won’t be hearing about his next party at all,” he said smiling at you widely making you giggle.

“Okay, so we have to squeeze in a stop by the Viking museum as well. Maybe we can get them to let Eldfalls look around too. Let him see how popular he is and possibly have to break him out if they try to get him to stay.” In front of the smoldering fireplace curled up in a sort of ball his body was coiled, not sleeping but relaxing within the quiet space with just you two.

“So we make a day of it and take a late train back.”

“I got a return set too on credit, so we can choose when we come back.”

You nodded and he scooted closer to give you a hug, “We can sleep on the train. Break in the beds tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I would get much sleep anyways.” After a moment a message on your social page made you smirk as a lifelong friend of your dad’s sent you an offer to put you up for the final two nights of Yule. To not miss it amongst people who love and care about you with mention of pictures of your last time at the celebration with them when you were a small child. “Some of Papa’s friends invited us to stay at theirs for the final nights of Yule.”

“Oh we are going, adding that to the list.” He said making you smile at the eager addition.

Second glances from those in the sparsely crowded train station filled the walk to the self check in station that printed your tickets and the actual entrance to the lower levels where you split groups of people who all peered up at Eldfalls. Cumbersomely he managed past the conductor at the door and through the thin hallway to your sleeper car where he slumped both on the end of your empty bench and most of the floor as you and Eddie removed your boots to ready for a try to sleep.

For almost eight hours pops of flames entered your dreams to be blown away by thundering gusts of wind while ghostly faces of memories of time in the Red Room fled at the sound of roars. Through your skin at the first squirm in Eddie’s arms Venom had oozed and got to haunting your very nightmares into a kinder albeit boring eventual dream, when your subconscious caught on you were being watched, of yourself arguing with customers over books that don’t exist inside the water park that oddly took the shape of your book shop.

Overnight copies of the former first round of the human trial with personal identifiable information on subjects still blocked out were released online to science journals, that paired with your quote in court of your parents curing Wilson’s disease and others proved it to be true. Your email blew up as anyone who knew how to get in touch with you tried to as papers and science journals spread the word.

Drastic news to be followed by news of the name you had chosen for your new round of the trial that could possibly be approved soon. SMDottir. To honor of your parents who used their initials within their method’s name and your label as their heir to continue the work. A machine of your creation used to speed up the process drastically was not missed either.

And by the time you were half an hour from Oslo station you had gotten a call from the Ambassador of Norway, who had gotten word you were on the way to their country and he wanted to know your itinerary for the day trip. He and some unnamed figures wished to meet you and after your trip to the furniture museum at the Viking museum they wanted to meet you and the dragon known to be traveling with you.

“Another Ambassador?” Eddie asked and you nodded leaning back into his chest as he heaved a sigh. “Wonder who he’s dragging along to meet you.”

“I don’t know, but if they make me miss our trip to the open park before it gets dark I’m gonna be so upset. Sunset there is incredible.”

True to your word it was hours in the furniture museum, but Eddie didn’t care at the incredible show of detail and craftsmanship put into each piece. Two of which the curator of the museum himself had assured you he would make note of your having mentioned you found a copy of them in New York and the creator’s descendant had owned some of the very pieces in display.

Outside the Viking museum after the hefty walk and bus travel to get to the grander side of town you stopped at the flag donning car in front of four more outside the museum. “I’m guessing that’s the King’s car.” Eddie said with a nod and turned, “I wore my good sweater at least.” He said making you giggle and turn with him, looping your arm back under his to head for the door with a long line already outside of it. The floating dragon at your side when you readied to take the back of the line had a uniformed guard approach you and say in his native tongue, “Miss Pear, they are waiting inside for you, tickets already purchased.”

“Oh, thank you,” you said and translated for Eddie, “Said we already have our tickets inside.”

“Well, so it begins as Theoden would say.” His eyes sealing a moment to glance at one of the bees in your hair shivering it’s wings to release the snowflakes that gathered on them. Over one side of you head your curls were flipped, the other half braided back secured by bees, and braids within the larger bit helped to have your bees gather to help with recordings and watch for any sign of people who might try to hurt or take Eldfalls. Or at least that was what you told yourself you were keeping them on guard for. Subtly your fingers adjusted on Eddie’s jacket sleeve on the quicker trot to the front doors. There a second guard let you three inside and held it open long enough for Eldfalls, who was being filmed by nearly everyone in line to get inside safely down to the end of his gnarled tail.

You weren’t handed any tickets. Simply greeted with hand shake after handshake and several eager men, who guided you back, Beyond the crowds of people already paid inside and waiting for tours to start who were filming and taking pictures of Eldfalls hovering over your head. To show you to the proper exhibit that was currently closed off by rope barriers moved for your group upon sight.

And right in the center of the front entrance, being told about the opening pieces on display up front, your mouth dropped open to see, not just the King of Norway. But his wife and two children beside the Queen of Denmark, who had her own two sons, who were opposite the King and Queen of Sweden with their two children.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, “Bit more than just an official or two,” you said to Eddie who inched a bit closer to your side as the group began to turn at notice of the rope barrier being moved.

“Here you are,” the King of Norway said first in English, the language chosen so that everyone would understand one another. To the lot of them you gave a quick curtsy greeting him formally and he spoke again, “Viscountess Pluto, welcome back to Norway, this may seem like an ambush but we all wished to have a time to meet with you here and get to know you all ourselves.”

He introduced his family and then let the King of Sweden take his own turn and the Queen of Denmark last who said with a pat of her hand on the back of yours she gained a hold of with a stunning offer of her palm to you. “I myself am very proud of your work, all fields. Quite accomplished. I am proud to know you are bonded to me by a distant cousin in law. You remind me so much of your mother, one of the loveliest of my relations I ever had the joy to meet. Have you spoken to your grandfather on a possible trip to meet this holiday as you have traveled here?”

“I wrote him a letter. Unless he met me when I was a toddler or younger I don’t have recollection of meeting him, I have written to my aunt though a few years back and she did not want to have much to do with me. So I wasn’t going to press him to have contact with me.”

“Your grandfather speaks so fondly of you. From afar he has been keeping me abreast of your achievements and gave us notice of your show. We purchased copies, of Sleeping Beauty and The Nutcracker, you were magnificent. Pay no mind to your aunt, a wild card that one refused much to do with any of her duties to her country and name aside from her sport. Throwing it all away. I shall contact him later today to warn him of your letter and to contact you for your trip to Denmark, we will welcome you warmly as you have been here and Sweden.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” More questions for Eddie, who was being shuffled and greeted as well came before the awe stricken stares when Eldfalls moved to the exhibit that fed into a large room lit up brilliantly around the hologram of how you found the ship day one that blended through phases. At the final image, in dragon form, he himself walked closer and in his awkward snapping contortion of scales changed back to his ship form to hover for the awed museum workers and nobles who listened to your share of the repairs you had done just leaving the mast and sail before you would give it a flight test.

Scans of him were granted with a tent being erected to let the team do that while you moved to the rest of the exhibit then return in time for him to be uncovered by the same team who scanned him the first time. Sound of other bodies entering now that the rope barrier was removed gradually voices of guides grew closer as you were asked by the scanning team, “Miss Pluto, what metal did you use for the hole in the hull?”

“It’s an Asgardian metal, it’s a long name but it means Hue-Blue, when it’s in liquid form it turns a deep royal blue. I’ve met a few exiled Asgardians here who helped me with the diagrams and they shared the name of it.”

The King of Norway asked, “Exiled Asgardians?”

“Yes, self exile, there was a war between the realms and they chose not to continue the war and remain here instead of returning to Asgard. Most of them were stone masons, artists or gardeners and bakers. They all served in the required training on smaller skiffs than Eldfalls, this model was for the Ruling Clan. Others used models without masts and sails so they only have a vague idea on how it is constructed but they were a great help.”

The Queen of Sweden asked, “Did they help you trade for the metal from Asgard?”

“Oh no, sorry, um, I have a 3D printer I developed that can atomically scan and replicate any metal, even Hue-Blue. I still have to find a compatible chord for the sail however. Might have to do some sleuthing on varied kinds to find one both strong enough and light enough to handle his speed and requirements as it helps to power different aspects of the ship’s defenses as well.”

The King of Norway said, “Our stores are open to you, any chord you desire and quantity will be yours to finish this magnificent beauty.”

“Thank you,” barely was able to escape your lips in a near loss of your voice from shock.

The Princess of Sweden asked with a curious grin, “Have you managed to find the hatch into the hull yet? Or do you still had to wiggle down beside the mast?”

“Still wiggling,” you giggled back, “Still searching for hidden hatches. He loves being a living mystery.” Pictures of both him and the families here were stolen by those who could steal the hasty trek into the first groups where you also answered a few questions they had as well before you were asked to a lunch stunningly at a place nearby they rented out fully for privacy.

And in a stolen moment at your side the King of Norway waited to get near to you and Eddie to say he would do all he could to have another round of the trial pushed forward. As a young child in his family had been diagnosed with MS and they had been given poorly prognosis for treatment in the years ahead for her to look forward to. A claim that did not have you any less concerned for how the new round of these trials might go and how he especially might take it if it went sour in the end. But they weren’t the only ones, big names online had been shoving the names of loved ones they knew who would be grateful for any chance to improve their daily lives amongst hundreds of average people who were doing the same. Shouting into the void for a chance to get better.

Glad to stay behind and be living proof of your hard work Eldfalls remained only adding more excitement to the tour as the real ship was still here even if the young woman in the repair videos had gone to eat. Progress from the first images were monumental and once repaired fully only left wonder for what an Asgardian ship could really do.

You, however, didn’t feel as thrilled in wait to fill a seat in the car the Queen of Denmark arrived in. Just a glance at your phone for a second to silence the alert tones of your social pages that had suddenly blown up and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Pictures from Harry’s party had been all over the majority of pages tagging yours, a great chunk of which showed pictures of him either with his arm around Gwen or with them on his rooftop balcony kissing her in the moonlight. Ricky and your friends within the marching band tried to be supportive of you while shutting down the number of claims from Beverly’s group of friends who were claiming that Gwen had made a major upgrade. Online you didn’t do a thing, simply sent a private message to your friends to just let it lose steam.

You’d seen it and they all just had to wait and be supportive any way they could as most imagined your holiday ruined at the news. Silenced again even the vibration was shut off as you closed the text that came in from Harry. The first of a stream you ignored in pocketing your phone as it spelled the pair of them just couldn’t hide their true feelings anymore when they were forced to confront them.

Into the car you lowered to take up the seat with Eddie behind you to fill the sideways angled seats, both listening to the Princes who kept the conversation going on the short drive before you got out again. Oddly casual each of them chose their seats around the two you and Eddie chose, a special menu had been prepped for the official visit to be respectful of allergies, out of which drinks and meals were selected. Mingled in the questioning and talks of the others the Queen of Sweden asked you, “Pluto, would you happen to be seeing anyone at this time?” Having spent a short time sharing on how her son had just begun a new relationship while their daughter was well known to be just married.

“I happen to be single,” you said making Eddie, mid sip of his drink, steal a casual glance your way. “I was seeing someone for a couple months but we decided to just be friends.”

And her smile grew, “Well we certainly know a good number of fine young men to draw your eye.”

Rather charming you felt you appealed to their comfort levels of being around. Not entirely official and one who they could not feel entirely obligated to be around or nice to. You were pleasant, poised, behaved beautifully and were assured to be welcomed for official visits again soon once their holiday plans had passed.

Just as the King had promised a car was waiting outside to take you both to the best spot for a surplus of choices for sail materials. The driver nodded his head to your thanks at opening the door in the night cast car that only drove home you had missed the sunset you wanted to show off to Eddie. In the driver’s hurry back to the front of the car Eddie asked, “Alright, you want to explain the single comment?”

Out of your pocket you brought up the posts first dropping his jaw and then the now stream of messages from Harry who had been expecting and now demanded a response. “Oh he is so lucky we are on a different continent.”

With a shrug you said, “He gets what he wants, and he didn’t want to share my attention it seemed.”

Lowly he said in a lean closer, “For a second I thought it was an issue with being in a gay relationship.”

“From what I know there’s a great deal of acceptance, at least publicly in Scandinavia.”

“Well if I can’t go after him I am tearing a limb off his dad.”

“I just know if he is right and he is my mate I’m cutting his head off.”

“He is not your mate. That little creepy troll doll will never deserve you no matter how hard he works to make himself human.” After your glance at the window to the night sky, “I can see the sunset anytime, Sis. We are coming back for Yule, remember?”

“Yes, and I can show you the park there, they had this huge wooden playground set with cool tunnels and slides and everything.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

“Oh wow.” You both said once inside the endless red painted steel rack filled building. Rows of finer thread making the burly man who let you in chuckle and gesture his hand to the side.

“Feel free to browse as long as you need. Our King said you are to get all the supplies required to help complete a sail to complete the famous Eldfalls. Let us know if you need any help.”

“Thank you,” you said and they stepped away to leave you, pausing as you asked, “Is it okay if I film some stuff?”

“Absolutely. We keep all the super secret product in the back and out of view. Be proud to be part of your online record to completing your new sail.” And with a chuckle he stepped away to get back to work so you can get to exploring.

Playfully the commentary from you and Eddie was recorded by the bees hovering around you, capturing the enjoyment you got out of the task and few comments of being promised supplies just for the ship and not for your own hobbies. Using a square scanner a few ends of the large spools to see if they would be compatible or not.

Some colorful choices had you pause and adorably for the worker who came to check on you say, “Ooh,” and have him bring out a handheld to scan the barcodes for them to save for your order. “I think these five, my original design had blue but this gold and emerald shiny one could be perfect with a tweak to the design.” Measurements were given and onto the next section you were seen moving to in what took longer to go for the base material that would support the thread to embroider the design you had just chosen.

Shock by another worker in Eldfall’s sudden appearance when the museum was readying to close warned you to the head that floated up beside yours to look at the end of the sample you had just scanned. “You wouldn’t be willing to help pick a base sail material for me would you?” lowly he chuckled and with a nudge of his hand began to move you and Eddie along. Looking himself over the choices until he found a silver thicker wound wool sample you scanned and smirked in seeing it matched the base material of his tattered sail, even if it didn’t match the color.

“That one?” the closest worker asked in a check on you guys and you nodded.

“Eldfalls says this is the one.”

“Hmm,” he said, “Can’t say we’ve ever sold any, normally customers go synthetic,” and with a scan of the barcode he said, “Yup, so you’ll have plenty to do what you need with it. Just how much were you needing?”

“I figured he would like the most natural one you had, and wool would fit the ticket. This should go nicely with the metal based threads in his sail to secure the currents sent through it.”

“Really going to be something,” he said with a grin to Eldfalls. “Do you have a company in the States up to weave it for you?”

“Oh no, I have been adapting my loom, going to do it myself. Going to take a while but I have a plan and mockup on how to break it down and complete it. Just have to get the mast rebuilt first to hold the sail, if anything to help when I need to dry it from the heat soak.”

The address to the garage by your place was taken down and in the middle of January they confirmed it would be delivered for you to sign for the materials for your sail and back out to the street you walked. Having told the car earlier you could call for a cab when you didn’t know how long it would take. But in the nice night air you both choice to take the snowy hike back to the train station as you confirmed the return trip time on the way.

Sharing one of the beds on the train you slept, clinging to your brother while he tried to not let his anger for how Harry had treated you have him jolt awake and spoil what sleep you could get as Venom protected you in your dreams again. The meal halfway in the meal car was greatly appreciated and somehow timed itself to when you were bothered awake by more phone notices. But another nap later and you were back in the garage collecting your rental car to get back to the rental to freshen up and have some privacy.

Overnight the Wilson’s disease samples and several others had been proven to be free of any trace of the illnesses with others greatly reduced, and proof by means of documentation and footage were taken and consulted by the council in charge of clearing another round of the trial. So close to the holidays no matter what it would wait until at least the day after that anything would happen. Still stories in papers of all three countries had run of the meeting of the nobles with a ‘true daughter of Scandinavia’ as the Queen of Denmark had named you, parents of two countries, and you born in the third, bringing a Viking relic back to life. Sure most of it was for press, but the hopeful talk of that endeavor and the research at least brightened your mood a little.

Once changed by the fire you both relaxed, him again on work with his notes as you edited the footage of your trip to Sweden and others to have a few videos to post, the first of which you did to add to your notifications. The video that would have the nobles in it however would just have a few of the press captured pictures to not have any unapproved footage of them in it to upset them. And by the time you would post the one of the sail hunting venture the company chosen in return would leave ample thanks for your praise and mention of their company name in some form of return for to being able to pay, as you shared the King had graciously promised you any supplies necessary.

“Viscountess,” a voice asked when you had arrived at the first stop of the few you’d planned when you decided to go exploring more of Sweden in your rented car.

“Hello,” you answered the man with the camera who caught your fix of the scarf around your neck to enable you to zip up your leather jacket.

He named his press outlet and asked, “We were just wondering what your plans for Christmas were?”

“While I’m not Christian I am heading back to Norway for a couple days to stay with a friend of my father’s in his home town.”

“Not Christian, Catholic then?” he asked curiously only widening your grin.

“Norse Pagan, as my parents were, they invited me to the end of the Yule festival out there. Haven’t been since I was very little.”

“A Pagan noble, wow, well I wish you safe travels and a merry Yule.” He said making his retreat to grant you both privacy.

“And a bountiful Yule to yourself,” you replied making him chuckle and nod and made your way to Eddie’s side doubling his grin as he got to loop an arm around your back. Softer you told him, “That will make a lovely headline.” Making him chuckle and look onward to where you were headed.

“Oh, any hint of your teacher Max yet?”

“Messaged me earlier, he and his mom are going to come by the festival too. Spending the day with her for a private gift trade and said she’s excited to both come and to meet me and my adopted brother.”

“Funny, you are clearly the draw in this.”

“I will have you know she married a journalist. Loves a good scoop,” you said making him chuckle.

Shoulder to ankle you made use of your emerald and white velvet and lace long sleeved dress, with tall boots, tights and your dragon decorated shawl. Eddie also wore the best sweater and jeans he had to go with his boots and couldn’t help but smile as you worked your nerves about the meeting with your grandfather away amongst the other teens to weave you and him holly and leaf headdresses after you had help in painting your faces. Songs and languages he couldn’t understand made all the more beautiful by the light of the bonfire and open lanterns for the field chosen to celebrate in surrounded by hay bales to help lock in what heat possible. He truly could feel what you shared in the past year of what this felt like, celebration of this faith amongst all your people who loved and cherished you while accepting your love and warm wishes in return. The feast was inside, but the dancing and events were all out in the star lit snowy night lit up more by the bright nearly full moon.

Memories, both painful and now becoming clearer of your last time here as a small child only made this more poignant enough to wish the night would never end. That this trip would never end. All through his camera roll for several rolls of film he had captured all he could between bouts that small children would steal it away for small bursts to add their own mysterious pictures to the mix. Capturing warm hugs and star brightening smiles of those who remembered you and shared of old times and who was unable to be here with you all.

And much like the past days a few members of press had take to joining in the masses to be quite obvious in recording just how this new noble would intend to participate in this holiday, amongst the masses or off to the side in observance. Eldfalls however in the mix of pictures would provide a memorable one, you atop a wooden ceremonial seat acting in your own turn for model for the supply of portraits to be hung from this festival, with him draped adoringly at your side with his head atop your lap. Countless people had taken pictures with him and small children clambered all over his playful self, having even taken part in pretending to foil a mock battle as kindly asked, but he always gravitated back to his beloved master he claimed who basked in this ceremony.

Max in the mix at the feast beside his mother did have to laugh as you said, “Either of you call me Viscountess and I will scream.”

To which Max chuckled in reply, “The proper way to address you is Lady Victory,” making you roll your eyes, “But I will keep that just in my head.”

Two days and several copies of pictures of your last Yule later and you were napping on a five hour train to Denmark. Not at his estate, in fact a good while away for the week your grandfather had rented a place closer to the station where you would meet him. There he had a meal prepared you could enjoy in private as he got to know who you had grown to be. With white blonde hair in a well tended braid and pale green eyes your mother had inherited the man who was tall and lanky, built more lean to show a finer level of sports he had been raised into enjoying suitable to his rank. Out of his usual suit in a sweater, blazer and warm slacks that partly showed his colorful socks and dress boots when seated, he hoped to give a warmer impression of this meeting than in business attire.

The temperature for you however had you in black jeans, tall socks and boots with a warm sweater and your double breasted jacket as Eddie reused his nice sweater he washed from a few days before. Right inside the front entrance an aid had let you into the warm space and accepted both of your coats then turned to guide you beyond a glass set of doors to the living room. There the man himself stood up smoothing his hands anxiously over the front of his pant legs in their adjusting fall at the motion and then to his blazer he kept from buttoning to remind himself he was not in a suit. “Pluto,” he said with a creeping smile at finally seeing you in person again.

“Grandfather,” you said hushedly and flinched a grin in return. To your right you gestured to Eddie, “This is Eddie.”

Right away his hand extended for them to shake hands, “Yes, Thengel Beornson, and I thank you, whole heartedly for caring for Pluto as your own.”

Eddie shook his head, “Didn’t stand a chance when I first crossed her path. I’m glad to meet you.”

Their hands released and Thengel looked to you again, “The last time we met you were three years old, I was informed by the Queen of your letter, and I do understand why you bore reluctance to contact me. Especially,” he let out a sharp breath and drew in another, “Sigurd, has always been more tempestuous than Sigyn, always, so secluded off the desire from anything aside from chasing her dream on the ice. Even quite venomously against myself and,” shakily he drew in a breath and was clearly fighting tears from building into his eyes, “Sigyn and now you. I am so terribly sorry.” His hands raised palms up having broken them from a moment of smoothing his palms together.

Shaking your head you said reaching out to graze your fingers over his forearm to pat your palm there in a comforting bit of contact that had his hand angle to rest his fingers around your arm in return. “It’s painful, I know I look like her at least halfway. That was partly why she said she didn’t want to talk to me again. And to be honest what I can remember about them most times,” you paused and stole a glance at your arms.

“You must have been through something so very daunting,” he said making you look up again, “We must be so terrifying. You are enjoying your trip to Sweden?” he asked with concern at the tears pooling in your eyes.

“I was so scared,” you managed to whisper, “Out in New York I rarely have nightmares now thanks to my therapy. But coming home, it seems people have an impression of me, and me being afraid,”

That had his free hand come to rest on your shoulder, “No one, is a stranger to fear. I am not in the belief that fear makes you lesser. I know, Magnus and my Sigyn gave you all their strength to get you here today, I will never flinch in my support of you. You have built a life, come, I have pictures, and so much more.” From snapshots and clippings of your achievements to a box of letters he drafted in a means to mail to you, and had been able to once he paid a man in New York to hunt down your address to be able to write to you.

Hours over tea, a meal and warm drinks after seemed to at least get you closer to the point were you were able to move in for a timid hug he melted into and pulled back. Confirming he could meet with you after his week away on a stop to Sweden once his business was finished that was taking him away. “I will see you in a week, my magical girl.”

“I think that went well,” you said luring Eddie to draw you into his side.

“It did. He seems open to let you choose what you’re willing to do with your life.”

“And he likes you, that’s good.” You said looking back at the box of letters and scrapbook of copies of pictures he had been sent of you with copies of letters your parents sent to him.

“My mama wrote to him about the garden, do you think he knows what I can do? He called me magical.” You asked looking up at Eddie.

“Well we can check the letters on the train. Even if he did know, I mean I hate to belittle things, but, what could he say about it and to who?”

“You have a point, just, be odd if he did know. Most people who know have powers too, all Gwen knows is I have duct tape and grappler chords.”

Halfway across the world LA seemed to be coated in black cloth. Seven of the Kardashians, Beyonce, Gwen Stefani, Madonna, Justin Bieber, the younger two Jonas Brothers, Mathew Morrison, half the main casts of Glee and Grey’s Anatomy and other actors and reality stars on the way to an award show were amongst others traveling elsewhere who were shot out of the sky. Quickly it was realized a rocket the Green Goblin had shot into the sky caused every private jet in the air to plummet down to the earth while all commercial carriers and the Blackhowls currently aloft felt no impact at all grounding all celebrities and elite who kept their own craft at hand.

That was phase one it seemed as major dealerships across the country who sold the smaller crafts began to be attacked by tiny green robotic drones that had been ejected from his rocket. Havoc was being wreaked upon the elite causing them to suffer the ghastly task of sharing aircraft with the common people by flying commercial thus doubling their customer base who were clawing for first class seats to have the most privacy possible.

Both acts only summoning confirmation calls for you that your craft were safe and didn’t seem phased at all as you assured the systems would be undetectable for most emp’s and devices like them that could be used to target aircraft from afar in a single pulse. But it did have them breech the topic of another set of Blackhowls and a safer craft for the President to fly in.

For three days Eldfalls made stops in the Viking exhibits within Denmark and Sweden as you helped to gain samples of blood work to check the status on the thirty patients who were chosen for this new round. Just as he had said the King of Norway had added pressure to answer what physicians had already been doing as part of your legal case and beside a small girl inside one of the rooms at the castle he stood in wait for your arrival. She amongst others had been assigned their own rooms and hooked up to monitors already to track their results, the twins already had gone to greet the ten year old girl and grinned as you entered with the wheeled cart holding your machine on it.

The King asked, “Do we get to remain here for the administration of the medicine?”

“I wouldn’t see why not,” you said then greeted the girl who gave you an anxious grin, “Though that will be a bit, your potassium is a bit low.”

Making her mother say in a defeated tone, “We are being sent away then.”

Epli responded, “Quite the contrary, just a shot of potassium and we will check her levels in half an hour and we should be able to start.” Calming the family who watched her get the simple shot in her iv port and was left to try and relax as you moved on.

Amongst the number of Parkinsons patients an actor was seated atop his armchair in the room, having been weaned off his meds the day prior looked you over in wonder as he had asked to meet you. “Hello,”

“Wow you look young,” was his response making you chuckle and he apologized. “Sorry, that, sounded rude.”

“Not rude at all. I’ll be 17 soon, I’m not an official doctor yet,” you said as he eyed the twins who readied their tray of supplies for the injection as you readied the ring off the top of the machine. “Hence Idun and Epli here monitoring me, I made the machine that quickens this process, used to take two weeks to ready a dose, now it’s a few minutes. May I scan your hand?” you asked and they nodded watching you take hold of their fidgeting hand gently strapped to the railing on the bed at their request to not trouble the process with too much motion.

“Of course.”

“Shouldn’t hurt at all,” you said, “So I just man the machine and they handle the actual patient care.”

“I read the original study, said patients with symptoms more than a decade weren’t cured the first dose. How many do you think it will take?” They asked clearly showing the weariness in their eyes of the weight of the disease.

“From what I recall there were only two doses given in the initial trial, three months apart. I would hate to give you a number and disappoint, but I wouldn’t imagine it would pass ten. My mother had two doses and it cured her Chorea, which is similar to the physical motions Parkinson’s sets off. Of course it didn’t reverse the damage done, she was ready to work in rehab for physical motions to come back to a degree.”

He nodded and said with a half hearted smile, “I’ll take less than ten. Do my best to not fight the process.”

Every patient had you on the verge of tears, more so when after an hour of injection severe fevers and fluctuating physical responses had you outside for air with the families while the twins kept the patients under care of their fellow Beserker staff members. News of the new round however brought a slew of visitors from the initial round, most still in wheelchairs or on crutches but far beyond compare to what they had been like over a decade ago. Them and their family members who came with them shared support and warm thoughts to those in wait and yourself, most of whom recalled hearing about or even seeing in passing at the start of the new round. They knew it would work, possibly better for this batch with new eyes on it to help it along in improvement.

One day the patients would be in and out of trouble while you recorded all the notes you could with the typewriter your parents used in their study to help the twins keep on top of the thirty struggling patients. File folders meticulously kept until a break of calm came about with soothing wet cloth baths to help them all freshen up and be prepped for the following blood work. This would begin the following three months of monitoring.

“Eighteen have no further genetic code for their illnesses.” You said and looked to Idun who grinned mid elated chuckle.

They said, “For now, that is good, daily checks on fluids and after a week we go for the second dose and placebo dose for those who show no trace. Then we wait three months and see if we can expand the trials to a new round of 30 new patients.”

Epli, “End of the year they should approve us to administer the drug how we please. Contact foundations to send information for patients to be sent for to receive the doses.”

“And we can’t tell them their results yet, King should love that.”

Idun replied, “He understood the terms, he is being rather patient. So no concern after the next dose when you head back to New York.”

Epli said, “We aren’t going to keep you here the entire trial. The final months are all review of results, which we will keep you in the loop.”

“I feel bad leaving you to deal with all this.” You said making them chuckle and shake their heads.

Idun answered, “You enjoy your exploring and time off, get yourself a nice manicure and pedicure, I know you said you usually keep your appointments rather regularly.”

So you did. The next stop on your trip was to a small spa that for you and Eddie laid out a full body and facial set of massages as well as a pedicure and manicure that leisurely took up half your day. New health drinks between sessions at the lounge were enjoyed while you relaxed in the plushy robes given to you. Mid stare at the smoothie draining out of the recyclable straw had Eddie ask you, “Straw clogged?”

“There’s a tube inside the mast,” you said looking at him widening his smile, “What if the tube channels and concentrates the currents of the engine to keep it solid?”

“Certainly could give it a shot,” he said making you smile and calm the staff who were wondering at your pause in enjoying the drink with a big sip of the blended mixture you fought against the grimace that wanted to settle on your face at its almost rancid taste.

While a spa didn’t seem to some a decent way to spend money from the card given to you each and every museum or spot you stopped in was given reviews on your page. To show more of your travel adventures since you couldn’t share anything on the trial to keep it confidential until approval for public use outside of studies. And given what the Ambassador knew of your past and how well the original trial round went any bit of touring funds to keep you in good spirits was well worth it if these deadly diseases could be cured or at least curbed.

Afterwards, once terms of the offered contract was detailed to you, a deal to have you use the commercial airliner designs you had drafted up when the US Military had first mentioned talks of you coming up with a more stable craft for the President to use. Alongside a lawyer you signed the deal with an aircraft company in Sweden that would produce the cleaner planes for use throughout Scandinavia.

Already Sweden powered most of the country by means of recycled goods converted to energy complete with busses using food compost as fuel and a way to fly without using oil could change things drastically for their independence power-wise. Detailed down to the final screw a simpler less lethal way to build the system that was not for military use, and therefore not breaking the term in your contract to keep the Blackhowls exclusive to the US for the time being, pretty much any engineer who followed it to the letter could build them. Shock for them would come in the numbers that would have it be far more lenient in weight issues and greater in ability to wire within the passenger cabins for more options to comfort and entertainment.

Surely it would take half a year to have a decent fleet and the pilots up to standard on the new flight system you handed over a simulator program for. But would be more than worth it as into that trust of yours for every plane you would get $5 million each and a bonus of $20 million when they have the entire planned fleet in the air. 20 years they would have permission to use your design with a term that should they have to replace any aircraft once they have a number remade enough for a new fleet the bonus sum would be paid again. A deal further cementing your future, whenever you had reached 24 years old and could gain access to it finally.

Two days after the second dose however when your grandfather had to get back to work in another country, in the start of a new year, now proudly with three evenings spent with his granddaughter, back at the airport you found yourself posting a message you were headed to New York.

Already you would be late for the new semester and Morita had said to take a spare day when you did get back if you needed it to recover from the travels. Through your bees you saw Eldfalls as agreed had flown himself back to the garage and would wait for your return to hear how your miniature models would fare to test the design of a new mast to be replicated on a grander scale.

*.*.*

“Found a plan to crack the Goliath code.” Tony Stark said through the phone once Rhodey picked up the early morning call.

“I already don’t like the sound of this, but I’ll bite. What’s the plan?”

“The kid, you said she has a commercial flight design she made for a possible Air Force One they haven’t touched yet.”

“And?”

“I bought a plane factory and a private plane airline. I’m gonna sign her as designer of the airline, and for every jet we sell I’m giving her half the profits. Talked to legal, will have to go into a trust for her age, but I can pay her 40k for the first 50 we make and each 50 after.”

“Tony, I’m not seeing how this cracks the code?”

“Because I’ll be able to see how she codes this and I can work backwards from there.”

“And just what happens if you can’t crack this code either?”

“Well then, I’ll look into selling Stark industries to the kid because clearly I am out gunned and she deserves it.” Making Rhodey chuckle to himself.

*.*.*

Pt 38

@devilishminx328. @theincaprincess, @lilith15000, @jesevans, @jiminapickle

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Found Family #Old Wounds #Court Case #Research Trial #Green Goblin #Air Attack #Scandanavia #Gwen Stacy x oc doomed #Harry Osborn #Marvel #Hurt/comfort

9 notes · View notes

joseethemoney · 1 year

Text

Fairy tail AU, no title yet

Natsu was on his way to his condo after having pulled a few extra hours at the bar. There was the spring festival in town, and with it came extra work and mega tip boon for the night. The harsh hours were all worth it for the pink haired boy in the end.

Lucy had knocked on his front door in the middle of the night two weeks ago, with a bruised cheek and a few bags. He never imagined her ex would do this to her, and knowing the brown eyed girl, one time was one too many. Yes, she had some destructive tendencies to say the least, but the only violence she permitted was consensual and a mean to pleasure, or so he understood. That’s why she was leaving his ass, and since Natsu had an extra room for the next couple of months, she went to him in her time of need.

Natsu loved Lucy. The way her curves went when she danced, the sound of her voice as she laughed, her blonde hair in the wind… He wanted to find an occasion to explain to her what his feelings for her were, but he knew it wasn’t the moment to push them on her. Younger, he had tried to make a move after having ingested an unholy amount of liquor, thinking it would give him courage. Her hand was imprinted on his left cheek for a whole day after this, but the whole thing ended up being a precious lesson for him. They were able to talk it out, and now the women would often use this story to gently nag at him. For the moment, his role was to be his shield and make sure she felt safe so she can be her cheerful self again.

He had barely stepped in his place that he felt something was off. There was too much silence, too much darkness, and the smell… There was something enticing to it, sweet and bitter, but he couldn’t find what. Leaving his shoes at the door, he quietly walked around his place to try to find the source of it, wondering what it was. When he walked in front of Lucy’s temporary room, Natsu felt a distracting flush grow in him. It happened quite often when he knew Lucy was close, and he damned his inner horny teenager in him to not be able to deal with his lust.

« Luce? I got some left-over from the bar if you want to snack. Better get it now before I eat it all myself. » he said softly, near her door. He knew it was rather late, so he didn’t want to risk waking her if she was asleep.

Not hearing any response, he decided to go take a quick shower before eating. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, and he was reaching the limits for how long he could endure it. Natsu always had a strong sense of smell, which was helpful when cooking, but such a pain during festival week at work. Odors of drug, sex and sweat was clouding the streets, and he was getting sick of it. Fortunately, it was all over now, and he should get a great pay out of it.

He entered the bathroom and started showering.

In Lucy’s mind, a weird storm of emotions was getting over her. She was sad, first of all, for putting so much of herself in yet another failed relationship. She felt shameful to be at Natsu’s place again, for him to have to pick her broken heart up again, and most importantly, to like it so much, again. Natsu was so kind to her and had always been her anchor when she was coming back from some new self-destructive way to torture herself. When she was tired of hurting so much, he was truly a healing warmth.

She felt safe with him, but she also wanted him and felt guilty for it. She had turned him down before and even made fun of him for it. She felt mortified at the idea of confessing now to him. There was no way he still had feelings for her after all this time. Plus, she was no longer the pure little Lucy he used to like. She was tainted now, her previously bright light dimed by the shadow of the demons she created. And so, she kept to herself, going through the same cycle of seeing someone and getting hurt in the end.

He said he would do overtime all week, but I still have no idea when he’ll be back tonight…Lucy thought to herself, not sure of what to do with her time. With a smirk, she went to Natsu’s room. She knew it would annoy him, but she still opened the door, knowing what would be in there : a whole fucking mess.

He’ll be mad at me for a minute or two maybe, but I could help him out a bit by cleaning his bed…

Planning to leave the big blanket out in the sun to soak in the odors of spring, Lucy walked to the messy bed. She knew about his hypersensitivity and tried to be careful around it. When she grabbed Natsu’s pillow though, she felt something odd. Lifting it, something fell on the ground.

A sexy magazine?

Looking around, she noticed a suspicious amount of used tissue in and around the garbage can. Lucy’s cheeks flushed a bit but she ultimately shook her head and just threw everything away. Natsu’s an adult, there was nothing surprising in having some alone time. Lucy glanced back at the magazine one last time, wondering what kind of girl he might fancied. Shaking her head again, she grabbed the mag and left it on his desk. Cleaning first, self-torture later.

Quickly, the laundry was done, and the bed had fresh, scented sheets to welcome the man after his work. Bored, now with a glass of wine she emptied slowly and the feeling of numb drunkenness gaining on her, a twisted thought came to her.

I made such a good job with Natsu’s bed, but now it’s too neat and clean...She thought to herself, eyes looking at his bedroom’s door.

I should ruin it.

With a devilish grin Lucy went in the bedroom again, and hid under the cover. The sheets were so soft, and she was right to leave the blanket outside a few hours, it smelled divine. With a hand untying her hair, she used the other to slowly traced down to her navel, not sure if she would really do what she had in mind. She glanced at the time, took a shard breath in, and made up her mind.

Her right hand went under her belt and down to her panties. The heat between her inner thighs was rising alarmly fast, and she felt she was a bit wet by the taboo of her actions. She Rubbed her clit over the fabric of her underwear, taking deep, long breath to calm her mind. When she was ready, she pushed the fabric aside and finally entered two fingers, major and ring finger, in between her labia. With her thumb, she started circling slowly around her clit, which was getting sensible to the touch.

Images of Natsu was coming to her mind. His mouth on her neck, a wet warmth grazing her skin. His bare, toned chest brushing against her hard nipples, his arms circling her body. She would be bouncing on his lap, his lenght entering her harshly when she’d fell down on him.

Lucy was making her two fingers inside her follow her fantasy, although much gentler. The numbness of the alcohol wasn’t helping her feeling of heat taking over her whole body, but her mind was clearing up. She needed all her focus for this kind of fun.

Her clit was getting harder under her thumb, making Lucy’s legs twitch slightly when she was rubbing it directly. Moving her fingers, wet with her own juice, away from her own core and up to her harden fleshy bud, a small moan escaped her lips.

Other images of the man was starting to rush through the young blonde’s mind. Natsu’s broad shoulders, where she would dig her nails. Natsu’s harsh lips, that she would bite playfully. Natsu’s eyes, that she would look constantly in, especially during an orgasm, just so he knows in what kind of mess he was leaving her. She wanted him to make her scream in extasy.

As an orgasm rushed through her body in massive wave, Lucy ended up squirting heavily over Natsu’s bed, messing her past few hours of work as she first had in mind.

« I’m guessing this was the source of the smell. » Natsu finally said, making Lucy’s heart stop.

Here he was, in the flesh, with a bathrobe covering him and his hair dripping from his shower. A boner was risking to make the robe fall at any moment now, but he didn’t seem to care.

« N-Natsu! I, Im so sorry j-just give me a mo- »

Lucy had barely the time to lift herself on her elbows that Natsu was already in front of the bed, his callous hands lifting her butt.

« I hope you’re not going to deny me the one fucking meal I’ve craved for years, Luce. » Natsu’s voice was low, almost a growl. « I’d listen to you of course, but you’re just… »

Natsu’s wet mouth met with Lucy’s clit in an unceremonious way when she grabbed the men’s pink hair to guide his head to her. A smile grew on his lips, his tongue eager to navigate every part of the women’s core. She tasted so much sweeter than he had ever imagined before. He could hear Lucy moaning deeply everytime he whipped his tongue on her fleshy bud, and he knew he wouldn’t have to work long to get the blonde on the edge of another orgasm. But Natsu wanted more. He craved to have her around him as she’d cum, feeling the walls of her core tighten around his cock, suck and bite on her nipples, and he wanted her to say his name.

« Luce, can you… get protection? » Natsu said, motioning vaguely in the direction of the nightstand.

Understanding what was going on in his mind, Lucy eagerly started looking for a condom. Finding one, she quickly opened it and gave the protection to Natsu. Using her elbows to lift herself up, she sat on the bed and looked at the man. Her eyes wandered down his erection, her mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing cock. Maybe another time. She thought to herself.

Just like she had imagined earlier, Natsu installed himself on the edge of the bed, his feet solid on the ground. Without a word, he motioned to Lucy to get on his lap.

The silent order made Lucy flame up in desire. She placed herself on top of him, and slowly impaled herself with her partner’s cock. Her inner walls were already tight from her first orgasm, but Natsu could have sworn that Lucy’s pussy was pulsating around his erection. The thought of it was getting to him and he feared he would lose his control at any moment.

« Natsu. » Lucy said to his ear, with a hint of lust.

Natsu snapped. Biting harshly on her neck, he grabbed Lucy’s butt cheek and penetrated her as deep as he could with his new found leverage. A scorching lust that had built up over the years had taken control of him and the only thing he could think of was how his senses craved the women. He wanted to feel her, taste her, look at her for hours, and he had no intention of letting his captured princess out of his dragon’s clasp.

Lucy was seeing stars at the change of pace. Natsu’s cock was ramming inside of her, filling her up completely. His bite in her neck would leave at mark tomorrow, and she squirm at the thought of having a reminder of this night for later. She wasn’t sure what made Natsu change like this, but lord was it devilishly good to be at his mercy.

Her partner was still gaining momentum when Lucy’s second orgasm took over, wave of pleasure clasping the manhood inside her. A loud moan was about to leave her lips when Natsu crashed his own on hers in a way to silence her. A hand went up to her throat, gently squishing the pressure point to stop the blood from going to her head. Breath play* was one of her favorite when fucking, and Natsu remembered.

Still thrusting his erection as deep as he could, Natsu was starting to feel annoyed by the same position. He lifted the women momentarily to drop her again on the bed. Eyes glossy with effort and lust, he grabbed one of Lucy’s leg and made her slide towards him. Now with a better grip, his cock started ramming inside her again, but faster. He was feeling the usual build up of tension in him growing when he heard a faint cry.

Thinking maybe he had made a mistake, Natsu stopped his motion and looked anxiously at the women laying in front of him. Lucy’s brown eyes were watery yes, but also fixed on him with a burning lust. There was no problem, until he stopped

« Look at me.» The blonde was able to whisper. « Please. »

Natsu felt a surge of electricity at the pleading voice. For years, he had fantasized about the women, but this was beyond his wildest dream. Eyes fixed into hers, the pink haired man let out a deep growl as he came hard, a veil going across his vision as he tried to thrust himself a few more time before the last of his strength left him.

Crashing on the bed beside the women, Natsu let out a heavy sigh. Nuzzeling his head in her back, he took a big breath in.

« I’m never leaving this bed again. » He said once he had regained his thoughts.

« I don’t want to burst your bubble, but ew. » Lucy giggled. « Plus, imagine the possibilities of fun, but in the bathroom. »

The idea that the girl in his arms was talking about a next time made his heart flutter. He was all down for it, just... in a few hours. For now, he was just too scared to let her go.

#fairy tail smut #Nalu smut #fanfiction

8 notes · View notes

smute · 3 years

Text

so about 3 weeks ago i finally quit my stimulants annnnndd.......... after a long period of weird withdrawal symptoms im slowly starting to feel like myself again 😳 like... it shouldn't make such a huge difference but it really does oh my god

#the benefits were so minimal compared to the fucking side effects #and it just isnt worth it #being able to work in silence for a couple of hours is not worth giving up so much #i dont wanna go into detail #i mean ive posted enough about my experience lol #but i dont feel like a fucking robot anymore #i can talk to people like a normal human being #i have a sense of humor again #and even with an unmedicated brain going full throttle #my head feels less cloudy #its as if i was wrapped in this depressing grey fog #and yeah it helped me focus on the task at hand #but it also blurred everything else #LIKE #IM HAVING IDEAS AGAIN #CREATIVE IDEAS #IM WORKING ON PROJECTS AGAIN #i mean i never made croissants on ritalin or vyvanse lmao #AND MOST IMPORTANTLY #IM ENJOYING MYSELF #anyway #happy vibes bussi ciao etc #dont reblog thanks #mine #adhd

7 notes · View notes

just-jordie-things · 3 years

Text

A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Especially when it comes to protecting her.

___

It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you. The boy was downright insane about it. Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times. But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene. He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore. And you made him pinky promise. That’s a big deal. And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out. “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing. “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast. And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes. “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess. Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster. Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday. And even if something came up, he always always, called. But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder. And there was a time that you’d thought he never would. Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers. And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way. In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though. It started with your ex boyfriend. He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms. And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms). That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger. And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things. It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls. So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him. “-midnight. Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet. But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light. His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone. Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling. Your voice was soft, and low. You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore. Not when you looked so disappointed in him.

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room. Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane. Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure. But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room. He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually. It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it. That promise was important to you, because he was important to you. And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent. Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore. And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek. Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing. In fact, it was the worst thing. It meant he messed up beyond redemption. And he’d never fucked up that bad before. Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious. Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth. He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship. You knew what came next. The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse. Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut. Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye. It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now. You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better. Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore. “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes. Richie didn’t look back at you. He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself. From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him. “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands. You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you. But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment. You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows. Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to. “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly. “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away. But you bit your tongue. Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am. But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach. Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened. You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up. “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about. He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start. “Come on, the truth”

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst. His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell. Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away. I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless. You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you. And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you. But this wasn’t like before. He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart. Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do. (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed. His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum. His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him. “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence. You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added. “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words. Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear. And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely. “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away. He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had. He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be. And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like. Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer. He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck. “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls. “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent. “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter. And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

taglist: @thegr8kush

xoxo ~ jordie

#it #it chapter one #it chapter two #it fanfiction #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier scenario #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier fanfiction #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #bill hader #bill hader x reader

952 notes · View notes

chrisevansjellybeans · 3 years

Text

I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

1K notes · View notes

helliontherapscallion · 3 years

Text

Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader

(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)

You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)

If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)

If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth

If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)

I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft

Very sensitive wings

I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp

You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better

Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder

The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (

You’re allergic to chocolate : (

I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief

Parrots are actually very intelligent

It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you

You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)

You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you

You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs

You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards

You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will

You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out

You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit

When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??

Like you do everything parrots do

Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds

You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time

It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy

“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”

*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*

You are loud

Like very loud

And very talkative

Like everyone knows where you are at all times

If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked

God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end

The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)

You two are literal demons when you’re together

Very chaotic relationship

You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them

You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it

You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time

I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds

He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up

His main go to is the jukebox

Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing

*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*

He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually

Cat and Mellohi go hard

Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard

He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound

He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it

You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition

You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes

When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time

You both bond over liking to eat strange things

Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed

Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand

Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff

You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)

It always looks like a drug deal

With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are

He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him

It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours

He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid

That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities

He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad

He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did

Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit

He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)

He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza

When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first

He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?

Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years

You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him

He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises

He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious

You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying

You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him

“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day

That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza

Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry

He would take you on flights when you had too much energy

Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)

Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something

Watching the sunrise together in silence for once

Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t

You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks

He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you

Helping each other through molts

Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy

You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby

He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person

But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant

Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell

Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age

He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)

But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence

If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something

WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-

When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him

You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years

He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils

Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out

Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves

That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)

Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world

#sbi x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #headcanons

1K notes · View notes

thefanficmonster · 3 years

Text

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @itsminniekat @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 @chrysanthykios @maehemscorpyus @loraleiix @letsloveimagines @annshit @i-cant-choose-a-username-help @enigmaticmaze @divine-artemis @waterlilypat @idontknowwhatthisisfam @evi-ka @classyandfabulous00 @redperson58 @lilysdaydreams @the-fuck-up-of-today @slashersdream @chiefwombathoagiepizza @solowheein @mythicalamphitrite @axen-gers @luckygirl144 @nj01

2K notes · View notes

allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

Text

be still my foolish heart (don’t ruin this on me)

Summary: bucky barnes doesn’t have very many people left in his life who care, but he has you... or; five times you and bucky show your love & the one time you finally say it. (bucky x fem!reader)

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: fluff & pining. no major spoilers of tfatws.

Notes: hi! i was going to try and maintain separate accounts to keep my writing organized, but i am lazy and can’t switch back and forth all the time. so! here’s to me now being a multific blog! i hope this does not upset my current followers (and maybe brings some new ones in) this was originally posted my ao3 . happy reading!

You’re the only person who calls him James. It fluctuates between Buck and James, but either way, you’re the only person allowed to call him either.

He thinks his name just sounds so pretty coming from your mouth. He doesn’t want to hear anything else. Doesn’t really want you to call him Bucky because then it won’t sound right when anybody else does.

So you’re the only person that calls him James. The only person he lets call him James.

“James.” You say softly as he falls onto your couch. He’s got a black eye and a busted lip and he knows there’s nothing he can say to quell your worry. So he settles with a smile that causes a wince that makes you let out a breathless laugh. “I told you to be more careful.”

You sit on your coffee table across from him and lean forward with the washcloth in your hand. His eyes fall to his lap and he nods. “You should see the other guy.”

You shake your head tensely as you gently wipe at the dried blood carefully to avoid the bruise still forming. “James. I’m serious. You’re not invincible.” He raises an eyebrow and you sigh. “You may be a super soldier, but you can still get hurt. I hate seeing you hurt.”

You lean back and drop the cloth onto the table next to you. “I know, doll.” You shake your head at the nickname and he smiles. You had told him you thought it was corny, but as long as you called him James, he would call you doll.

And he knew you secretly liked the nickname.

The same way you knew he secretly liked to hear his name when you said it.

“I have some vaseline in the bathroom. We can put it on your lip and then you need to get some sleep.” You pull him by his hand down your hall.

He glances out the window of your bedroom before you pull him into the bathroom. “I don’t need to sleep, the sun is still out.” He says quietly as you search through your cabinet.

You look up sharply. “You need sleep. I’ll be right here, okay?” You stand up straight and lift some vaseline with a q-tip. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” Your eyes focus in as you gently apply the vaseline to Bucky’s lip.

He has to force himself not to smile. The cut will be gone by tomorrow and this will have been all for naught as it won’t affect how it heals. He appreciates the comfort it gives him. He relishes in the warmth that came with your care and love for your friends.

You step away with a proud smile. “I think I’m supposed to do the protecting, doll.” He says quietly. He desperately wants to reach his hands out and settle them on your waist.

Feel the warmth through your worn out sweatshirt and pull you close. But he doesn’t, afraid of something but unsure of what exactly, so he smiles graciously.

“We protect each other, James. In different ways.” You say just as quietly.

It’s all Bucky needs to get a couple comfortable hours of sleep in your room.

II.

He calls you every night. Or at least he tries to when he’s not in DC. Sometimes they’re so busy he doesn’t get the chance.

Tonight was one of those nights. He stares desperately down at his phone, urging the time to change so it was earlier in the night. He couldn’t call now. Not in the middle of the night when he knew you were asleep.

“You gonna go to bed?” Sam asks quietly from his spot in the living room. He’s been sitting silently with Bucky since they returned to the hotel, but Bucky could tell he was exhausted.

Bucky nods. “I’ll sleep out here.” He says quietly and unwilling to claim a bed. He couldn’t sleep in one for a full night, he could barely nap in yours when you forced him to rest.

Sam frowns and they both know he understands Bucky’s fear of the too big and too soft bed sitting empty in the other room. But the man nods before disappearing into his room and shutting the door behind him.

Bucky rests his head against the back of the couch and begins to take deep breaths. His phone vibrates in his hand and his eyes widen when he sees your name flash across the screen.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Doll? What’s got you up so late?”

You laugh quietly. “Just knew you needed me.” You say after a moment of silence. “We’ve got that telepathy. I know things.”

Bucky laughs softly. “Yeah? You just knew?” He finds himself believing your words, even though he knows the more likely scenario is that you couldn’t sleep either.

You sigh into the phone and Bucky shuts his eyes again. “Sam texted me, but I was already awake. I switched shifts with the night nurse today, so I’ll be awake all night.”

“You know you don’t have to call when you’re at work.” Bucky says quietly. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

You laugh. “I have a few minutes to myself while the other nurse mans the station. Most of the kids are asleep, so I can spare some time for you. Especially when you need me.”

Bucky nods for a second before realizing you wouldn’t be able to see it. “Thank you.”

“What’s wrong, James?” You ask in a whisper. He listens for a moment as you take a sip of something, probably your water, before deciding to answer.

“This is longer than I thought I’d be gone…” He trails off. Him and Sam were originally only supposed to be in New York for a few days, a week tops, but this mission had dragged on and it had already been almost two weeks. “I…” He trails off.

He missed home. Something he’d never thought he’d think of DC as. Brooklyn had been his home and he was only a bridge away. Brooklyn had been his home. Steve. Wakanda for a short period of time.

But Steve was gone. And he was no longer recovering under the Wakandans graceful care. Brooklyn was a distant memory and DC… Well DC had you. And at some point you had become home for him.

“I know.” You say quietly, like you understand his silence. You do, he supposes. You understand almost every part of him. You understand that he missed you and home , but that he still struggles to admit his feelings. “I miss you too, James.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, but he doesn’t really have a chance to. He hears a siren in the background then you rush out, “Shit. I have to go!” Then all that’s there is a dial tone. Bucky smiles though. You’re off to be a different kind of hero.

He sits in silence and lets your words wash over him. It was new having all these people who cared about him. Decades all alone and treated as a weapon made learning to let people in again a new kind of difficult.

But it didn’t feel as hard with you there to help, he thinks

III.

He has to force himself to keep his eyes open. His nightmares had been particularly awful this week, and now he was sitting beside your heavily asleep body.

He was stuck staring at the repeating trailer on the netflix screen. Logically, he knows he could close his eyes and rest his head against yours on his shoulder.

But he was terrified a nightmare would take over and he would wake you up with a jolt, or worse hurt you if it was particularly awful.

So, he forces himself to stay awake and watches the movie trailer again. He thinks you would like the movie.

“Buck.” You mutter tiredly. His eyes snap to you and he finds your eyes open and staring up at him. “Aren’t you tired?”

He shakes his head gently, careful to not move you. You narrow your eyes and slowly sit up. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You can stay here tonight.”

Bucky hesitates as you stand. He watches as you stretch your entire body and has to force his eyes to his lap when your shirt rides up and your stomach shows.

He had never spent the night at your place. He had spent all day. Even napped at your place often when he came over in the afternoon and you forced him to rest.

He always left before you went to sleep though. So he could suffer through his dreams on his own. So he didn’t drag you down.

You look down at him with soft eyes. “Grab some water. I’ll be in my room, okay?”

“I can go home. I don’t want to intrude.” He answers. Bucky looks out your window and sees just how dark and dead the streets outside were. It wasn’t like he had anything to worry about walking home.

You’re shaking your head before he can even finish. “It’s late and you’re tired, I don’t want you getting hurt. Stay here.” The words are quiet but hold a fierceness that Bucky knows not to argue against.

He nods. “I’m gonna grab some water then.” The nerves coiling around his stomach is almost worth it when your face lights up and you nod excitedly.

The two of you split up in the hall. You moving towards your bedroom and him into the kitchen. After pouring a glass of water, he stands still for a moment and just studies the room.

Your counter is crowded. Different appliances pushed against the wall, ready to be pulled out and plugged in whenever you wanted. A utensil holder stuffed to the brim with spoons and spatulas that seemed to keep appearing. Mail piling up on the counter. A scrub top draped over the back of one of your barstools.

Your kitchen was crowded, but lived in and so very you that Bucky loved it. He loved you, he thinks almost hesitantly.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind when you call his name out. He knew he cared about you deeply and he loved you as a friend but this feeling in his chest and the speed of his heartbeat makes him think maybe he’s started to feel more. Or maybe he always has.

He doesn’t want to ruin this though. So he pushes the thought away and makes his way towards your room. “I can sleep on the…” His words die on his tongue when he sees the small set up of blankets and pillows beside your bed.

You’re watching him nervously as you try to gauge his reaction. Bucky is stuck standing in stunned silence as he looks it over.

You’ve pulled out a thin duvet and placed it on the ground with extra pillows and blankets for him to lay on. “I remember Sam mentioning soldiers have a tough time sleeping through the night in a bed. Obviously you can sleep in the bed if you want but I just figured that…” You trail off and gesture towards the makeshift bed with a small flourish.

“This is…” He trails off. The warmth in his chest grows with each passing second and his heart races. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

A smile spreads across your face. “Good. Good. I was… I’m glad. And I’m right here if you need me. To protect you.” You say with a teasing glance as you crawl into the bed.

You lay on the side closest to where you’ve set up the floor for him. He laughs softly before moving towards his own space.

He’s still nervous to sleep in the same room. Still feels a little self conscious as he lays his head on the pillow and pulls the light blanket over him. But you don’t seem to really mind his presence as you make yourself comfortable above him.

He takes a deep breath. He definitely loved you.

And things like this gave him hope that you did, or maybe could, love him too.

Later that night he jolts awake with heavy breaths and you look down at him with worried eyes. He shakes his head when you open your mouth not wanting to talk about the dream.

It’s the same thing every time. People that he hurt who didn’t deserve it. The pain of his memories being erased. And he doesn’t want to weigh you down with his trauma anymore than he already has.

You watch him for a moment before nodding silently. Bucky thinks that’s the end of it but he’s shocked when your hand falls off the side of the bed palm open.

He glances up at you and you smile gently but say nothing. He reaches his right hand up and interlocks his fingers with yours.

It’s a little awkward and his arm tenses after a few minutes but it’s far too comforting for him to want to let go. Your hand tightens in his and Bucky finds it easier to fall asleep his hand intertwined with yours.

IV.

Bucky felt awkward in the hospital. He felt too hard and intimidating to be standing in the center of the pediatric ward waiting for you in your teddy bear scrub top and white bottoms.

“Excuse me?” He glances down when he feels a tug on his hand. There’s a young boy standing in front of him with wide eyes. “You’re friends with Captain America?”

Bucky hesitates for a moment before answering. “Yes.” He settles on saying as gently as he can.

He glances around in search of you. He had texted you when he arrived at the hospital and you had responded with a thumbs up, but he was assuming you had gotten busy in the time in between.

The boy squeals excitedly. “Is he here too? Can I meet him?”

Bucky shakes his head softly and kneels to be at eye level with the boy. “He’s home with his family.” When his eyes begin to water and his lip pouts, Bucky begins to panic. “But! I’m sure he’d love to visit soon! I can bring him! What’s your name?”

“Riley!” He looks up at the sound of your voice. A large smile spreads across your face at the sight of Bucky kneeling before the kid. You say something to the nurse beside you before rushing down the hall towards them.

“Riley.” You place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing out of bed? You’re supposed to be in bed.” You look down with imploring eyes and the young boy looks away with an embarrassed smile.

“But! It’s Bucky! He’s Captain America’s sidekick.” Bucky’s mouth falls open in shock at the boy's statement.

“Sidekick?” Bucky asks in an offended tone. “Well-“ He cuts himself off when you look at him with exasperated eyes.

“And he said he would bring Captain America in! To meet me!” The boy's excitement obviously leaves him ignorant of Bucky's offense at being called a sidekick.

“And I’m sure he will. But right now you should be in bed.” You say sternly. The boy nods dejectedly and allows you to lead him back into his room.

When you come back out a large smile spreads across your face at the sight of Bucky standing and wiping his hand against his pants.

He can’t help but reciprocate the same large smile. He drops the bag in his hand on the counter beside him and opens his arms as you slam into him with your arms around his waist.

“Thank you so much! I thought my night was ruined!” You pull away but don’t let go as you smile up at him. “We can eat in the cafeteria.”

You grab the bag before he gets the chance to. You turn to the nurse that was sitting and going through charts next to you and with a big grin say, “Page me if you need me, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”

The woman nods with a soft laugh before looking down at the computer. You take Bucky’s hand in yours and begin to pull him towards the elevator.

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I know hospitals aren’t your thing.” You say quietly as the two of you step in. You lean away and press the two button.

Bucky thinks for a moment that you’re going to let go of his hand now that you’re not leading him anywhere but you don’t. Bucky smiles at the thought of this becoming a normal occurrence.

Your hand just felt right in his.

“Anything for you, doll.” He says quietly. He glances at you quickly before looking back at the descending numbers. “You’re my best girl.”

You nudge him with your shoulder as you laugh quietly. “That sounds like a line right out of the forties.”

Heat rises to Bucky’s cheeks but he laughs along. “You can take the man out of the forties but you can't take the forties out of the man.”

The two of you look at each other before you both burst out laughing. When the elevator stops on your designated floor you pull him out with you.

“As long as I get to be on the end of all that forties charm, I don’t mind a bit.” You lean into his side and smile brightly.

Bucky looks away as his cheeks turn an even brighter red. You giggle quietly when he looks back down at you. “Yeah. It’s always you at the end of it.”

The two of you look at each other for a moment before you pull him into a crowded cafeteria. “Let’s eat before I’m paged back to my floor.”

Bucky had grown more comfortable around you the longer you knew each other, but he still struggled to be fully comfortable with his arm.

It was a different arm, Steve had said once what felt like forever ago. He had rationalized with Bucky. His other arm had been attached to him and forced on him as a weapon. This arm had been made for him with peace in mind. It was untarnished. Mostly.

But a different arm didn’t change much for him. He had still caused so much pain with it. Was it really that different at all? His arm had always and will always be looked at as a weapon.

So he still wore long sleeves and a glove most of the time. Rarely let you see his biggest shame. You usually didn’t push. Sat on his right side. Held his right hand. You rarely said anything about it, it was almost like it didn't exist.

But, curiosity won out sometimes.

“Why won’t you let me see your arm?” You ask quietly one night. He’s sitting on one of your bar stools as you mix a pasta sauce in front of him.

It had been silent most of the night. You insisted on cooking your famous (at least that’s what you called it) pasta dish after not seeing him for a few days as a welcome home.

Bucky looks up at you with shocked eyes. You had never mentioned wanting to see his arm. He had assumed you didn’t want to.

“I… I don’t know.” He says quietly. He taps his fingers, his flesh fingers, against the counter top nervously. You watch him with hopeful eyes waiting for a real answer to the question. “I guess it’s easy to pretend it’s not there when someone’s never really seen it.”

“Hm.” You mumble in response. You step away from the stovetop and move towards him. “Why would you want to pretend it doesn’t exist? It’s a part of you.”

Bucky looks down at the gloved hand in his lap. “Doll… It’s not… It’s an ugly part of me. Dark and violent. And when I’m with you I get to pretend I’m not that.”

You come to stand in front of him. “There are no ugly parts of you. There’s you. There’s dark and there’s hurt and traumatized parts, but no part of you is ugly. Because on the other end of those there’s bright and happy and healing. Growth. James Buchanan Barnes, I can’t emphasize how beautiful I think you are.”

You raise your hand to rest it against his cheek and force him to look up at you. He shuts his eyes and leans into it. “And I’d really like to see your arm. To know that part of you too, but I won’t make you show me. I want you to show me on your own time.”

Bucky lets himself relish in the softness of your hand against his cheek before leaning away. “Okay…” He takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

He begins to shrug out of his jacket when your hand comes to rest on his right shoulder. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I need you to know that.” You say quietly.

Bucky gives you a small smile. “I know… Doll, you’re the person I trust most in the world. I want you to know me. All of me.”

You smile down at him and take a step back to give him space. Bucky shrugs the jacket off quickly before he can second guess himself. The glove comes off next and Bucky feels strangely naked as your eyes trace over him.

“Buck…” You trail off. Your hand comes up before pausing. You look up at him with questioning eyes and he nods. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder and you raise his sleeve up a tiny bit to look at the scars that litter his shoulder.

Bucky rarely looked at the scars there. Decades of the arm built by HYDRA had destroyed so much of his skin it had taken forever for Shuri to properly fix and build his new arm.

Your hand moves from his shoulder to the metal arm and your fingers trace over the plates and move through the lines of gold. You move your hand in silence. Slowly taking in the creation.

“This is beautiful.” You finally say quietly as your hand meets his. You interlock his metal fingers in yours and he pulls you closer. You look down at him with a sincere smile. “How could you ever think this is anything but beautiful?” You ask quietly.

Your other hand comes to rest on his cheek again. Bucky looks up at you and sees a flurry of emotions flicker in your eyes.

Part of him wants to pull you down and kiss you senseless. Show you how much he appreciates your never ending warmth.

But he can’t bring himself to ruin the moment. Finds that he doesn’t really want to. He enjoys being here intertwined with you.

And I.

He doesn’t hide his arm from you anymore. Finds himself shedding his jacket and gloves the second he’s inside your apartment.

You don’t really say anything, but he’s noticed the smile on your face whenever you notice him in his short sleeve shirt. He thinks one day he’ll be ready to go out without gloves on. He’ll wear short sleeves out in the summer instead of covering up with the jacket.

But now with you, it feels like progress enough.

You sit on his left most of the time now, like tonight, and hold his metal hand in yours like it’s flesh. It had taken some getting used to. He had flinched away the first time you’d done it, but now it felt almost like habit.

You didn’t seem to think leaning against his metal arm was uncomfortable at all. Never showed signs of discomfort when your head rested against his shoulder.

“I love you.” You say quietly. So quietly Bucky almost doesn’t hear it. He freezes for a moment before swallowing and nodding. He assumes you mean the words as a friend, he had heard you say them to Sam and your other friends from work.

“Me too.” He says just as quietly. He’s sure if he says the actual words you’ll see just how much he means them. How terribly in love with you he is.

But that doesn’t seem good enough because you sit up and place a gentle hand on his cheek that forces him to look you in the eyes.

“James, I love you.” You say the words with so much passion that Bucky knows without hesitation that you mean you’re in love with him. That you loved him as more than a friend.

Tears gather in his eyes as he nods. “I love you too, doll.” He laughs wetly as a smile spreads across your face. “God. I love you so fucking much it’s scary.”

You laugh too. “Good. I was so fucking scared. Buck, you’re my best friend. I… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Bucky’s hand moves from his lap to your cheek before landing behind your neck. He pulls you in and when he kisses you and you kiss back he thinks he finally understands how much you love him.

Moments flash in his mind as you crawl onto his lap so you’re straddling him. Your constant patience with him. The gentle way you say his first name. The bright smiles and great excitement.

The ability to see the beauty in him.

You pull away with a deep breath and begin peppering kisses across his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” You say quietly.

Bucky shuts his eyes as he relishes in your affection. “I love you too.” He murmurs. You had become his home.

Somebody who could mend the crack caused by Steve’s departure. Different aspects of his life, yes, but you had helped him heal nonetheless.

He loved you.

And you loved him. You always had. It had just taken Bucky some time to understand how you showed it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x fem #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #james buchanan bucky barnes #cupidswritings

622 notes · View notes