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alessiathepirate · 10 months

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Resident Evil 2 - Resident Evil 4

SHARED WOUNDS HEAL TOGETHER THE BEST: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Relationship development through nightmares and shared trauma.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, referenced PTSD, trauma, mentioned death, described violence, hurt/comfort

•••

Half a night full of nightmares

Escaping the unsurvivable doesn't come with good feelings at all.

It didn't fill her heart with pride or joy after she survived all those monsters in Raccoon City, even though she almost laughed from relief when she found herself far away from that God forsaken place with Leon, Claire and Sherry on her side.

No. The aftermath wasn't happy and it definitely wasn't fun. It was sad, insufferable and painful.

The mornings were alright - she didn't have any problems with those, especially when she could talk to either Leon or Claire, or take care of Sherry. But the nights - the nights were horrible and the first few after the incident were the worst.

She saw hoards of the undead in her dreams, attacking her or killing the people she cared about. She heard the noises of the lickers and the turned dogs, but the worst were the loud steps, making the walls and the ground she was standing on shake.

On the first night she relived the journalist's death so vividly, she didn't know where she was when she woke up. She saw him backing away and then the strong arm of the tyrant pushed through the concrete wall, it grabbed his head and crushed it like it was nothing. She remembered how the blood dripped down to the floor, how his eyes popped out of their places and how they were hanging out of his eye sockets, only a few weak muscles keeping them attached to his body.

When she woke up she couldn't breath, her chest was heavy, her throat felt both tight and dry and she was crying, the tears quickly running down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was or who she was, her mind was too far gone, still living in the world of the nightmare, not finding the way back to reality.

Two sudden hands on her shoulders pushed her back to the present, to the dirty motel room with the lights on, but with the curtains closed.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, it was just a nightmare! You're safe, I'm here. Do you hear me?" Leon's voice was full of fear, but he did his best not to panic as he tried to calm her down. His words made her breathing slow down and she felt like she can get some fresh air in her lungs again. "You have to take a big breath with me, okay? In and out." She followed his instructions as he brushed a few locks of hair out of her face, which got stuck to her forehead from the sweat. "Again- breath in... and out." He made eye contact with her, making sure she's feeling better. "You can calm down, it was just a bad dream."

She nodded, now understanding the situation she found herself in.

"Thank you." her mouth felt dry as she said those two words out loud.

"You have nothing to say thank you for." Leon smiled at her reassuringly. "Do you feel better now?"

She just nodded again, not trusting her voice this time. Leon backed away and sat down next to her on the bed.

She felt awkward as she sat up, leaning against the bedframe as she pulled the duvets to the side, because she felt like she was burning alive under them. She hugged her knees to her chest as she looked at Leon again.

"You can talk about it if you want to. I had one too, you know... a nightmare."

She stayed quiet as she thought about what to do, but then her strength to keep all the fear in herself broke.

"I had a dream about the journalist's- about Ben's death... It was like I- relived that moment, you know. When the tyrant killed him." she explained as a shiver run through her spine at the memories. "What was yours about?"

"That we never made it out alive." he started. "That every one of you died right before the finish line and when I tried to get back to you I got attacked as well."

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"I don't know." she answered after she realized how stupid it would be to apologize for the whole Raccoon City incident, when it wasn't her fault - nor their fault at all. "For scaring you because of some shitty dream I had... For what happened or- I don't know."

"It's not your fault. You can't do anything against the dreams you have and I'm sure you did your absolute best in Raccoon City. We all did."

They smiled at each other, but it was a very broken, pitiful smile.

"I'll always be here if you want to talk about, you know- what happened."

"The same goes for you." she said. "Where are the others? Claire and Sherry?"

"Claire wanted to get something to eat and Sherry wanted to go with her. You fell asleep so I didn't want to leave you alone." Leon explained and then added jokingly: "And then I fell asleep as well so I guess we were both too tired to care about food. They should be back in a few minutes."

"Thanks for staying with me."

Leon just smiled and then stood up, walking towards the only table the cheap motel room had.

"Claire was able to get some tea from that nice lady at reception. Do you want some? I mean, it's already cold, but-"

"It's perfect. Thank you."

A few moments later they were both sitting on her bed, drinking that ice cold tea as they made sure the other was feeling better after half a night full of nightmares. Neither of them knew how important that little gesture will be in their shared future.

•••

The already full jar of trauma

The moment she heard Leon's voice from his bedroom, she was up, her bare feet were on the cold floor, not caring about what she had on or how low the temperature in their apartment was. Her reflexes, which became quite sharp after that horrible night, acted on their own accord, and the next thing she knew she was running to her flatmate's bedroom, not bothering to knock.

Just like she thought - Leon's body was sweaty and he was tossing and turning in his bed with an uncomfortable look on his face. All the tiredness was gone from her eyes as she sat down next to him on his bed and put one of her hands on his chest while the other was gently caressing his face.

"Leon?" she spoke up kindly, her voice rough from sleeping beforehand. "Leon, please wake up! It's just a dream. Leon?"

He suddenly opened his eyes as he sat up so quickly she had to lean back so he won't bump into her.

"It's okay!" she tried to reassure him as she touched his arm. "It was just a bad dream."

He looked at her, his eyes teary from both dream and sleep and the next thing she knew, he hugged her, his arms keeping her in place tightly, afraid to let go.

She was shocked at first, that moment being the first time ever he hugged her or was that close to her, but she didn't complain. She knew how bad a nightmare can be, how bad of a reaction it can get out of someone. So she hugged him back and stroked his arm as his breathing became more even.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she said, her face still pressed against his shoulder.

She felt him swallow.

"Do you remember Marvin?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

Marvin was still a fresh wound and a painful topic - especially the way he died and the why he died. The man was a hero; he saved them from getting eaten and he gave them the right weapons and best gear they could ever find.

She nodded, but the memories still hurt.

"I had a dream about him."

"I'm sorry. You had to shoot him because of me."

It was true and she'll probably always feel guilty because of it. It was her fault - her fault that Leon had to shoot him dead and with that add to the already full jar of trauma.

She wasn't careful and let the turned Marvin attack her. His hands were already on her and if Leon doesn't react quickly, he would've bit her right in the neck.

"It wasn't your fault." Leon said and after taking a long breath he continued: "He was already gone. It was between you and him, and he was already gone."

Even if it was a painful topic, she knew she can be thankful that Leon was there and acted quickly.

"Thank you for being there that day." she said after she pushed Leon back so she can look him in the eye. "But you can't blame yourself either. I hope you know that."

He nodded, silently saying that he does.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"Not anymore, no."

"We can watch something if you want to."

"Yeah." she answered, knowing none of them would be able to fall sleep again. "That would be great. A shitty comedy would be great."

•••

Keep on talking

She was so tired she felt like she could cry at any little thing - yet sleep stayed far away from her. It didn't want to come, it didn't want to give her what she needs and covets.

Her whole body hurt from that morning's obstacle training and hand-to-hand combat - both lessons left cuts and purple, blue or even yellow bruises on her arms, legs and stomach. Her muscles were aching, screaming for even a few hours of sleep, but both the sleep and dreams stayed away.

"Are you still up?"

Leon's question was so sudden in the darkness that it gave her heart an ache from fear, her heartbeat becoming faster.

They shared a bunk bed together. Leon chose the lower part so she owned the upper one - but deep down she knew Leon made that decision so he can look out for her and be her guard dog until the end of the damn training.

"Yeah." she whispered back, not wanted to wake up the others.

"You can't sleep?"

"Exactly, but I want to." her voice became high pitched, so she had to swallow to keep the tears back. "God, I really want to."

Leon whispered her name, his voice was full of worry and that was what broke the dam. The tears started to fall from both mental and physical pain, tiredness.

"Are you okay?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't without waking the others up, knowing her voice would be rough and high pitched.

She heard him pull the duvet to the side, she was sure he sat up on his bed. Then his bare feet made contact with the floor and in the next moment she could see Leon's face as he grabbed the side of her bed. His expression was full of sadness.

"Do you want to sleep next to me tonight?" he asked quietly, gently touching her hand.

She nodded.

"Come here..."

She did her best to stay silent as she wiped away her tears and then climbed down, her arms shaking as she did so. Leon was there to help her, holding her, keeping his hand on her back as support.

When she was down he turned her towards himself, wiped the remaining tears away and gently stroked a bruise on her collarbone. She only then noticed that he had a few bruises himself as well, a purple one hiding right under his jaw, but she could still see it in the moonlight.

"Who did you fight with?"

"Why, you want to beat him up?" he asked teasingly, trying to crack a joke.

She didn't giggle, caring about his health and well being too much to take it as a joke.

"Of course I want to."

"You can have one guess." he sighed.

"Krauser?"

"Who else?"

"What an asshole." she whispered.

"What about you? Who do I have to beat up?"

"You can have one guess." she quoted him. "I had hand-to-hand combat right after you."

Leon didn't say anything to that, he only stroked her cheek reassuringly and then gestured towards his bed. She lay down on his bed and tried to find a position where she leaves place for Leon as well. He joined her moments later and pulled the duvet over the two of them.

"Try to rest, okay? You need it." he whispered.

"I know." she started. "I just got to a point where I'm too tired to fall asleep."

"Do you want me to keep on talking?"

"If you want to."

One of his hands found her waist and pulled her shirt down to cover her skin, and then through the material he started to draw different shapes into her. First a square, then a circle, a triangle, a star and then a smiley face.

"Did I tell you that Claire called right before we had to come here?" he asked.

"No."

"Well she did. She told me all about what she wants to do" she closed her eyes as he started to talk. "and about who she met. She asked about us. She was surprised that we became flatmates, joking that that's how dumb romance books start..."

She fell asleep right after that, her mind finally finding peace at his words. What she didn't realize was how she was admired while she was sleeping and how well Leon slept next to her that night.

That was the first time they asked themselves if they are really just friends or something more.

•••

You'll always have Prince Charming, cariño

Their first night together as a couple shouldn't go like this - with this heavy, burning feeling inside their chests.

The well known feeling of guilt made that night harder than ever. It's been a while since they were this afraid of falling asleep and it wasn't easy to get used to again, even if they both got a routine for those nights.

Taking a shower, getting dressed for bed, cooking dinner and then watching something on the TV - trying to do everything slowly to avoid going to sleep, trying to keep their eyes open so they can concentrate on the crappy movie, trying to not think about who they lost.

"We should go to bed or you'll fall asleep on the couch." Leon was the first to break the silence and the tension in the air.

They were both watching some stupid comedy on the TV, but while Leon was sitting with tired eyes, she was resting her head on his thigh. Her eyes closed a few minutes ago and she almost fell asleep when he spoke up.

"I don't want to." she started. "I'll have nightmares and I really can't deal with them tonight."

Leon's hand started to stroke her back and she sighed - being there with him gave her a peace of mind, but it also made her really sleepy.

"I know what you mean - but we have to give it a try. We've been a through a lot and we need to rest."

"I know. I just-" she sat up so she can look at him. "I just don't want to relive Luis' death... I just can't."

Leon looked at her like she said the exact thing he had been feeling and thinking about. He gave her a sad smile and took her hand in his, drawing the usual shapes into her skin with his thumb.

"Luis didn't deserve to die." she continued, trying to get everything what hurts off of her chest. "Even if he was always flirting or being annoying; he was nice. And he was really trying to do the right thing."

"And he was your biggest supporter." Leon added with a small, honest smile.

"No, he was our biggest supporter." she corrected him, letting out a giggle as she remembered all the things he said to her. "He was trying to make me see what our relationship truly is- that what you and I have is more than friendship."

"He was right, wasn't he?"

She nodded and the smile she had disappeared as she got back to reality. To the reality where Luis Serra is dead no matter how hard she tried to save his life.

She thought about the memories she shares with Leon and realized that no matter what they do or where they go, they always meet with tragedy and death. Those things overshadow their relationship and its development, not letting them fully enjoy what they have.

Luis would've loved to see their confession. He would've loved to see their faces when they realize they both feel the same way about the other. He would've wanted them to be happy.

Even if it's hard to be happy and smile.

What would he say? Something cheesy and romantic. Something like: You'll always have Prince Charming to make you smile even on hard days, cariño.

And he'd be right. She'll always smile when she sees Leon. She'll always laugh at his jokes. She'll get through everything if he's by her side.

"All right." she spoke up suddenly, making Leon stop his movements. "We can try and get some sleep- together."

"Together." he agreed and then leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

God, Luis would be smirking with that proud, annoying smirk of his.

A few moments later they were cuddling under the duvets in Leon's room; her head was on his chest as he was stroking her back. She didn't dare to close her eyes yet, but she enjoyed the closeness with her lover.

Lover, she thought. It's good they had Luis to make them see they are better lovers than friends.

That's how she should remember him. Luis Serra, the best wingman the world has ever known. The bravest, kindest wingman the world has ever known.

"Leon?" she spoke up in the darkness as she closed her eyes.

"Yes? Is something wrong?"

"No. There's nothing wrong. Everything is fine when I'm with you." she explained when she heard the fear in his voice. "I just wanted to say I love you."

For a moment Leon's heartbeat and breathing changed, and his hand stopped.

"I love you too, darling. Now try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Promise me you'll wake me up if you have a nightmare..."

"I promise, but the same goes for you."

Leon pressed one last kiss to the back of her hand and then they both closed their eyes, trying to enjoy the other's presence, knowing they don't have to be afraid of nightmares. Not when they have the other.

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tyanis · 11 months

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The Resident Evil 2 Survival Guide being weirdly mean to characters.

I've excluded Annette from this batch because she's already been pummeled with plenty of name calling by this guide. So let's see how the other characters fair!

Marvin. They're referring to Marvin.

How dare Ben not want to give violent birth to a horrific mutant!

...ok, this one gets a pass.

I... I don't think Ada has been injured or anything at this point? So, uhm... her brain is just dying, I guess.

Ugh, so lame of Marvin to do that.

I will not stand for this Sherry slander!

...because I am gonna go to bed!

#Sherry is the best. Fuck you Survival Guide!#resident evil 2 survival guide #resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon s kennedy #claire redfield #ada wong #sherry birkin #ben bertolucci #mr. x #william birkin #leon kennedy #Re2 #resident evil funny #resident evil memes #Resident evil Survival Guide

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silenthill2ps2 · 2 years

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resident evil 2 (2019) concept art

#uploads #resident evil #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #claire redfield #ben bertolucci #brian irons #robert kendo #ada wong #sherry birkin #annette birkin #tofu #mr x #emma kendo #queue

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umbrellatte · 2 years

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Hi! I read your Five fic and I gotta say, I loved the concept. It was so interesting!

Anyway, I saw that your requests were open and I had this idea of a Five x Reader (or to be fair anyone really) based on Mans Zelmerlow's Fire in the rain. Not a song fic, but could be that as well. Anything is good. Thank you in advance if you decide to write it!💜

(here's the link to the song: https://youtu.be/Vfnl71BRvhI )

i loved the song! I gotta say, as soon as i saw it, i decided to write this! i'm very happy and always excited to write the requests of others seeing as it makes them happy, so enjoy this, dear! for everyone, feel free to request! prompt list linked on my pinned post!

Fire In The Rain | F. Hargreeves

fic type: song fic (fire in the rain, måns zelmerlöw)

lyrics: It's because of love we're standing here today

pairings: five hargreeves x fem!reader

synopsis: it's the day of your simple, small wedding with five. you recall your memories and basically sum it up as a promise to make more of them as a vow.

notes: five did time travel, he did see the apocalypse, but was able to return as soon as he saw the date, therefore making him the same age as everyone else, including yourself. this is the case in all my fics unless stated otherwise. in this fic, they are all 24 years old, therefore it is 2013.

disclaimer: five is above 18 in all my fics unless stated otherwise! in this fic, the wedding ceremony thing is included, and i don't know much about it, so forgive me if the information or other stuff is incorrect. and let's just pretend they met lila along the way.

You walk down the aisle, wearing your white, simple but elegant wedding dress and [hairstyle], tears in your eyes, with your grandfather as the one to walk you down the aisle. On the other end, Five, with his white suit, slicked hair and all, had tears, threatening to spill from his eyes, but as soon as you were in good view, they fell.

“Need a hanky?” his best man, Klaus, had said. (no one can change my mind, klaus and five grew closer after he returned). For this day, Five didn't feel the need to hide. To hide that he was madly in love and yes, in need of a handkerchief. “Yes. Thank you very much.” said the groom, as his best man hands the said object.

Time had passed and now, it was time for the vows, and the Pogo (stfu, he didn't die okay in s1, i will not accept that), your officiator, asks, “Would you like the traditional vows, or have you prepared one for today?”

You look at each other, and as always, you already had the same idea. “We'd like to say our own vows please.” you said, speaking for you both. “Alright, I'll let you two do your thing, starting with the groom, then the bride.”

He takes a breath. “[Name], I- I'm a huge ass, i know. I don't even know how on earth you love a man like me.” you frown a bit, mainly because he didn't know what you loved from him, but it was acceptable, he did spend his life knowing nothing but hatred from his father. “But I've come to terms that I'll never understand it, no matter how infuriating it is considering my tendency to want to know, and just move forward, loving you. I want to be the one to make you happy, for as long as I live. And being here today, is the beginning of that. I vow to be your best friend, partner, wife and soulmate. I vow to hold you, and protect you with every breath i have. I vow to love you, my darling. Always.”

You smile, and laugh endearingly, and wipe your tears falling out of your eyes with your handkerchief, dabbing them away. “I love you so much, Five. Do you remember that time when this man had asked me for my number? It was about, 2 years ago, 3 months after we began to date. The man asked if we could go out, get to know each other, have my number because i was seemingly nice. You were so jealous that day, and i told you, “Five, i love you and only you.” Looking back, i can see we've grown closer because of that. Because of the love and honesty of that love we showed that day, we are here. You, it was jealousy and the fear of losing me, which showed you cared. Me, i told you i loved you, and just you. Up until now, that remains true. Love, Five. It's why we're here today, and I'm wearing this uncomfortable dress,” everyone laughs, “and why you're wearing that ridiculous suit, something i know you would never wear. Five, i love you. I always will, and I vow to be your home, to always be beside you in every sense possible, there will not be a day I live and even after that, that I won't love you.”

Pogo smiles at the both of you, proud to see how one of the kids he had raised, was getting married to such a beautiful, loving woman, and he was officiating it. “Those were wonderful vows, now if the bearer could bring me the rings, that would be wonderful.” Pogo said, as Allison helped her daughter Claire, to bring the rings to him. “Thank you dear.”

He looks to Five, pauses for a moment, then looks at you. “Do you, Five Hargreeves, take [First and Last Name] to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Five bears a serious, but soft look. “I do.”

“Do you, [First and Last Name], take Five Hargreeves to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Pogo says, with you replying, “I do.” you laugh, cry and said at the same time. “Alright, go on then, put the rings on, lovebirds!” Lila called out. You laugh, putting your left hand out, as Five gracefully slipped the ring on your finger. He did the same, aa you slipped his ring on his left ring finger. “I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Five leans over, grabs your face and you share a loving, gentle yet passionate kiss. “WOOHOO!” you heared Klaus shout, everyone else cheering and clapping. “Congratulations, you two!” Viktor calls out, overlapping Diego's cheering. You both blocked their shouting, hollering and clapping, as you shared your first kiss as husband and wife, knowing you'll always love each other.

#the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #x reader #five x reader #klaus hargreeves #pogo tua #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #claire hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #latte's posts 🌹

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xviruserrorx · 2 years

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I like how in every single fandom I write for it's the found family agenda of "Make the gay couple adopt the neglected and forgotten kids"

#virus rambling #i've just notice this #i did this with merlin (mordred deagal gilli kara etc all them)#i did this with supernatural ( krissy claire jack jesse ben and all of them)#i did this with penny dreadful (my victor x dorian au of if victor felt guilty and actually helped Fenton)#i did this with hemlock grove ( my miranda lives au with peter roman and them raising nadia)#i did this with the witcher ( Jaskier geralt and yen raising dara and ciri)#stranger things already did this by themselves but i just made it steddie and ronance & jargle with the kids #and now i'm bordering on doing this gotham (nygmobblepot au?)#i have a pattern #minor characters my beloved #a lot of these fics need to be finished unfortunately #unfortunately because it's ME who has to actually write them...

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unfortunate-arrow · 1 year

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Benedict and Sophie’s children

Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton had four children: Charles, Alexander, William, and Violet. All four were known for their quiet and even dispositions, matching their parents’ temperaments. As the eldest, Charles was, perhaps, the least serious. While not an overly outgoing person, Charles found a calling in medicine and was always fascinated by the new developments that came each day. He had an open mind and found it easier to accept the changes to his field than some of his medical peers. Even without holding a title, Charles was considered a highly eligible man to the ton, and many were disappointed when it was announced that he was engaged to a governess. As the second son, Alexander was the most protective. He kept an eye on his younger siblings and cousins, and was often involved in numerous scuffles during his time at school. Alexander found his niche in architecture, combining the creativity that he had inherited from his father with the knack for numbers that he had inherited from his mother. He shocked the ton when he announced his engagement to the duke of Ashbourne’s youngest daughter, as the dowager duchess of Ashbourne had declared that the second son of a second son was not a suitable match for her granddaughter. As the third son, William was the quietest. However, his quiet nature often hid the turmoil that was brewing beneath his calm demeanor as he struggled to find his calling and purpose in life. An eligible choice for the ton’s debutantes, William broke hearts and caused scandal when he announced his engagement to an Irish Catholic woman. As the youngest and only daughter, Violet ended up becoming the most guarded of Mr. and Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton’s children. Having a personality that was extremely similar to her mother’s, Violet attracted her fair share of suitors. However, all of her serious suitors let her down… except for the fourteenth marquess of Insley, who succeeded in fulfilling all that Violet had wanted in a suitor, but also had his own scandalous past to contend with.

Charles Edmund “Charlie” Bridgerton

Born in 1818, Charlie is a momma’s boy. He’s always been very close to Sophie. He looks to her for advice, even more than he does his father. He also trusts Sophie’s advice a little more than he does Benedict’s advice.

Charlie’s godfather is Anthony and his godmother is Posy.

He doesn’t go by “Charlie” until he starts school and there happens to be two other boys in his year who are also named Charles and have a surname starting with B. He also cannot go by “Bridgerton” because his cousins, Edmund and Miles, are also at school at the time as him and then his brothers and more cousins join him.

Charlie stands at 6’1”, making him shorter than his youngest brother, William, but taller than his brother, Alexander. However, both height differences are only an inch. He also has the Bridgerton chestnut hair and Sophie’s green eyes.

Charlie is the Benophie kid most in touch with his emotions. He’s an introvert at heart, but he enjoys spending time with people more than his younger brothers do, although not as much as his sister does. He also sometimes feels like he’s missing out on something when he doesn’t want to go out.

Charlie has always been curious. He wanted to know everything about everything and loved to learn new things. He also likes trying out new ways to do things.

He becomes a doctor. This was driven by feeling helpless after his little brother’s accident and taking a few medical classes during university that ended up completely grabbing his attention. Charlie even readily accepts it when new advances or theories emerge in the field of medicine and will actively rant about them to any willing (or even unwilling) listener. He ends up mostly as a country doctor, and doesn’t mind not being in the city. In fact, he’s quite happy with being a country doctor as long as he can read about the new advances in the cities and try to implement them in his own practice.

In the summer of 1846, Charlie spent a few months visiting his Uncle Gregory, Aunt Lucy, and little cousins. He met his wife, Helena “Nell” Shepherd there. She had been hired to be a governess for Gregory and Lucy’s youngest five children. Charlie falls for her quickly.

Charlie’s marriage to Nell places him on the list of scandalous Bridgerton marriages, especially given the stuff that goes down shortly after they get engaged.

Charlie married Nell in November of 1846, when he was 28 and she was 25.

Charlie and Nell have five children together, Norman, Sophia, Meg, Franklin, and Linus. Their eldest son, Norman Benedict Bridgerton, is eighteen months older than their eldest daughter, Sophia Abigail Bridgerton. Their second daughter, Margaret Helena “Meg” Bridgerton, is two years younger than Sophia. Their second son, Franklin Charles Bridgerton, was born three years after Meg. Their third son, Linus Edmund Bridgerton, was born four years after Franklin.

Alexander Nicholas Bridgerton

Born in 1820, Alexander is a bit of a momma’s boy. However, he’s never had a strong preference for either parent, although he is a bit closer to Sophie. He’s more likely to go to Sophie with his problems, though.

Alexander’s godfather is Colin and his godmother is Eloise.

He never goes by “Alex” or “Alec.” He just never wanted to and never had to. He’s content being “Alexander.”

Standing at 6’0”, Alexander is the shortest of Benedict and Sophie’s three sons. He’s not short, but it does drive him a bit crazy that his younger brother is two inches taller than him. Like his older brother, Alexander has the Bridgerton chestnut hair and Sophie’s green eyes.

Alexander has a protective streak. He doesn’t put up with anyone saying negative things about the people he cares about. He got into a lot of fights during his school days because he refused to put up with bullies picking on the smaller boys. This streak became a little more noticeable after his little brother’s accident.

Alexander is the most artistic of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. This leads him to become an architect, as he also discovers that he has Sophie’s knack for numbers.

Alexander is a talented fencer. He really enjoys fencing and is the only one of his brothers who can regularly beat their sister in fencing bouts.

He is an introvert and prefers to spend time with a select group of people, who do mostly end up being his family. He’s not the biggest fan of balls. Although, he’s not as introverted as his younger brother. He’s also not as extroverted as his older brother or younger sister.

In the 1847 season, Alexander agrees to attend more events than he usually does and at a ball hosted by his aunt and uncle, he sees Lady Emma Rutledge across the dance floor. He’s immediately intrigued by her and eventually falls hard for her. However, Alexander finds himself branded unsuitable by Emma’s grandmother, as he doesn’t have a title and isn’t an appropriate husband for a duke’s daughter.

While he appears uptight, Alexander is, at heart, a romantic and enjoys doing small romantic gestures for the woman he loves. The first ever gesture he does for Emma is gifting her a pair of spectacles after he noticed that she kept squinting while they were dancing and that she continually bumped into people or stepped on their toes. (Emma insists on wearing them at the next ball, despite her grandmother’s insistence that men do not want a lady in spectacles.)

Alexander married Emma in 1847, when he was 27 and she was 23.

Alexander and Emma struggled to have children in their early years of marriage and they only had one successful pregnancy which occurred about nine and a half years into their marriage and resulted in identical twin boys, Vincent and Beckett. Vincent Charles Bridgerton was older than Beckett Nicholas Bridgerton by fourteen minutes.

William Benedict Bridgerton

Born in 1822, William is a bit closer to Benedict than he is Sophie. He doesn’t have a strong preference for either parent, but he is more likely to consult Benedict when he has a problem.

William’s godfather is Gregory and his godmother is Francesca.

William was born prematurely. He was born early enough to scare his parents, but late enough to survive without modern medicine. (Here’s the link to the story I wrote about his birth, as he’s the one Sophie had difficulty with in my Next Gen ‘verse.)

William was also a late talker. He didn’t start talking until he was nearly two, which was influenced by the fact that he was born prematurely.

At the age of ten, while attempting to keep up with his older cousins during a family party at the Hastings estate, William was thrown from his horse. The first one to notice was Edmund, who as the eldest at 17, immediately took charge. He sent David to get the dads and Miles to take Charlie and Alexander back to the house while Oliver calmed William’s horse. It was Edmund’s quick actions that saved William’s life and by some miracle, William walked away without any life altering injuries. Sure, his right arm was badly broken as were both his legs, he had a concussion, and needed stitches in a few different places. But there was nothing permanent… unlike his cousin-in-law, Neil Pemberton, who was left with a limp after his own horse riding accident. William did have to relearn how to write, mostly because he was right-handed and wasn’t able to write for a while. Perhaps the biggest thing was that William never wanted to ride a horse again.

William has always been the quietest of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. He didn’t confide in many people and kept most of his thoughts to himself. This tendency was exacerbated by his accident. Sometimes, it seemed that the only people who could pry things out of him were Benedict, Sophie, and his cousin, Charlotte. He’s often found alone, enjoying things that can be done in his own company.

Due to his quiet and reserved nature, no one really discovers how difficult it is for William to find his profession in life. His brothers both have their own passions for their chosen professions and his sister had her own passions, but William cannot seem to figure out what his passion is or what he wants to do with his life.

Of Benedict and Sophie’s three sons, William is the tallest and stands at 6’2”. He also looks exactly like Benedict. Sometimes, his grandmother thinks she’s looking at his father when he was William’s age.

In 1848, William literally runs into Róisín O’Connolly outside of a shop. He stops to help her pick up her fallen belongings and is immediately smitten. She has an Irish accent and is just a tad awkward around him. He thinks that he’ll never see her again, so imagine his surprise when he sees Róisín in a parlor, arguing fiercely with a politician about the policies dealing with the famine in Ireland. Of course, the idea of someone in the aristocracy marrying an Irish Catholic is met with scorn from most of the ton.

William married Róisín in 1848, when he was 26 and she was 24.

William and Róisín have four children together. They have three daughters named Maeve Sophia Bridgerton, Kathleen Mary Bridgerton, and Ivy Róisín Bridgerton each born two years apart, and a son named Oscar William Bridgerton, who was born three years after their youngest daughter, Ivy.

Violet Maria Bridgerton

Born in 1824, Violet is a daddy’s girl. She’s always been very close to Benedict. She generally looks to him for advice, even more so than she does her mother. However, as she grows older, Violet becomes closer to her mother. She’s also close to her grandmother and namesake.

Violet’s godfather is Phillip and her godmother is Daphne.

Violet is the only one of Benedict and Sophie’s children to inherit Sophie’s blonde hair. She also has Benedict’s hazel eyes. In addition, she has her mother’s more petite stature, standing at 5’4” and looking like she’s in a hole whenever she stands next to her brothers, who are all 6’0” or taller.

Violet is the most extroverted (but she’s still an introvert) of Benedict and Sophie’s four children. Violet has always been the most social. She loved to hang around and chat with her cousins or the aunts. Although, she would disappear, sometimes for hours on end.

However, despite being the most social, Violet is also the most guarded. She has five seasons of poor and horrid suitors, most of whom were only interested in what she could give them. This resulted in Violet beginning to be more guarded with her emotions and herself, mostly with people who were not the family.

From the ages of four to six, Violet brings home injured animals to help them heal. Benedict and Sophie aren’t necessarily impressed, but they do end up adopting a retriever puppy when Violet is five as it was the runt of the litter and no one else wanted the puppy. And Violet got her brothers invested in the puppy too.

Violet took fencing lessons with her brothers and is quite talented. Alexander is the only one who can regularly beat her in bouts. There’s a more even playing field when she fences with Charles or William.

In 1848, Violet decides that she would only do one more season. She’s tired of suitors who aren’t interested in her and think that she would be an easy target to join the power of the Bridgerton family. Luckily, Violet meets Jonathan “Jack” Fullerton, the new (and awkward) marquess of Insley and makes it her mission to make him feel comfortable. He’s different and has a complicated family history, but Violet finds herself losing much of her guard and falling hard for Jack on her crusade to make him feel more comfortable within the ton.

Violet married Jack in 1848, when she was 24 and he was 27.

Violet and Jack have four children together: Thomas, Levi, Josie, and Leo. Their eldest son, Thomas Benedict, is two years older than their second son, Levi Jonathan. Their daughter, Josephine Sophia (or Josie, as she’s more commonly known) is three years younger than Levi. Their youngest son, Leopold Harry (or Leo, as he’s more commonly known) is eighteen months younger than their daughter, Josie.

Anthony & Kate’s children • Colin & Penelope’s children • Daphne & Simon’s children • Eloise & Phillip’s children • Francesca & Michael’s children • Gregory & Lucy’s children • Hyacinth & Gareth’s children

#charles bridgerton #alexander bridgerton #william bridgerton #violet bridgerton ii #bridgerton next generation #bridgerton next gen #benedict x sophie #benophie #benophie babies #bridgerton #check out acefgh’s kiddos too!#i’ve also noticed that there’s apparently a running thread through my bng ‘verse: horse riding accidents (not always directly tho)#william + neil pemberton + timothy hatcher + christopher barrington + isabella st. clair… all have some history with horse accidents #am i the only one who thinks that violet wasn’t the difficult birth?#i don’t think that sophie had difficulty with violet #it was william… who was born like five weeks prematurely and who they stressed over #(ben swears that this boy aged them 10 extra years solely from those two incidents)#ben also totally wanted violet’s middle name to be sophia #but sophie didn’t want that so he decided that they should use maria instead #ps: i absolutely hate the idea that ben plays favorites with his kids (hate it with violet i)#like this is the man who felt so lost within his family that he would never favor one kiddo over another #like yes he has a special relationship with violet but he makes time to spend with his boys #and purposely tries to make sure his kids are all equally represented in his life #idk why but william’s giving me professor vibes like he teaches at cambridge or oxford or something

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@honorhearted | @everythingheard (leon | chris | constantine) | @myersbprd

#ships; katarzyna x ben #ships; claire x leon #ships; jill x chris #ships; angela x constantine #ships; davina x john #playlist;

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PopCrave 6 years ago today, ‘The Crown’ released on Netflix.

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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 3

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.

(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like).

Story Summary: While Foggy and Kaila make it a mission to find out what’s going on with Karen, Matt is dealing with a person from his past who dared disrespect his daughter in his own home (Set during S1E7, “Stick”).

Read the previous stories to get a better understanding.

Date: 5/24

Rating: Teen/Borderline of Mature

Word Count: 7,227

Warning: Hints of Foggy’s Crush on Karen; Changing POVs (?); Possible OOC; Mature Language; Angst/Lots of angst; Talks of Abandonment; Minor Blood; Brief talk of disability; Brief mention of sex; Fighting; Stick being a dick; Protective!Matt, who deserves his own warning; So should Foggy; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

(Let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This was an interesting (and sort of hard) one to write, but I really wanted to write about Stick and Matt; And some quality Uncle-Niece time between Kaila and Foggy. So hopefully I delivered okay 😄. And once again, I kind suck at writing fighting scenes so hopefully those are good too.

Also, Kudos to anyone who can figure out what 2015 Movie I'm hinting at.

Wilson Fisk has entered the ring, causing a stir inside the masked vigilante.

Between that, the run in with the police, and an accident resolving one of Nelson & Murdock’s clients (Which ended with Foggy in the hospital) things were getting tense with him, and surely these late night conversations he kept overhearing about it all wasn’t helping him either.

It was late in the office, everyone was doing a last bit of work before calling it a day. Kaila was sitting at the end of the office’s table, pretending to be occupied by something on her phone while the adults talked amongst themselves. She would occasionally spare a few glances at her dad since this talking hit close to home (And, oh boy, she could see the threads pulling apart with every word said).

“Devil, my shapely Irish ass.” Foggy said, staring at the front of today’s newspaper.

It showed off the face of a masked man dressed in black caught by surveillance cameras, and had bold lettering stretched across the top saying, ‘THE DEVIL OF HELL’S KITCHEN’. Kaila frowns, not exactly excited by the nickname that wasn’t self given by the vigilante. She just still wonders how he feels about it.

“Guy’s a coward.” Foggy continues, standing in the doorway. “Would I wouldn’t give for the chance to rip that corny mask off and…”

He struggles with the right words as Karen gave him a look.

“And what?” She asks, eyebrow slightly raised as she pauses her work.

“Punch him… in the face with my…” He almost cringed at himself when he held his hands up. “Fisticuffs.”

Kaila snorts.

If only you knew. She thought, ignoring the now strange -Almost betrayed- look Foggy was giving her.

Karen seemed to almost laugh, and shook her head, looking back at her notes. “I don’t know, he seems, uh… pretty fisticuffy.”

“Uh, yeah.” Kaila pushes in, hopefully maybe her comments will shut this down. “I’m with Miss Page, I mean have you seen this guy’s physique, Foggy?”

Foggy looks between the two, almost surprised (Almost). “Please tell me I don’t detect a hint of admiration for that terrorist.” He says, pointing to the news article.

Karen jolts up at that defensively. “This is all speculation. Nobody knows if he’s a terrorist or what.”

He nods. “You’re absolutely right. Terrorists have causes. They claim responsibility. They want to show the world that they’re assholes. This guy? Not a peep.” He says, spinning the baseball he snagged in his hands. “You know what they call that? Nut job.”

Karen frowns a little thinking. “Hmm… maybe.” She says, and notices her friend wincing after he threw the ball in the air. “How’s your side?”

“Downgraded to agony.” He replies, touching the spot.

“Alright, what do you think, Matt?”

Matt sucks in a small puff of air, and sarcastically says, “I think Foggy will be pitching for the Mets by mid-season.”

That got everyone to chuckle and smile. Kaila even went as far as rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Still trying to dodge it, I see.

“I’m being serious.” Karen says, her smile still lingering.

Matt chuckles now. “So am I. Have you seen their bullpen?” He asks, grinning.

“Come on, you’re telling me this dickhead blowing up our backyard doesn’t piss you off?” Foggy asked, watching his friend stop reading and gather his thoughts.

“What happened to Hell’s Kitchen, to you and to Elena, and to all the people that were hurt…” He begins, sensing his daughter biting the inside of her cheek nervously. “Yeah, it pisses me off. But this man, whoever he is, whatever his motive, he shouldn’t be tried and convicted in the press. We’re lawyers, we know that’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

“So, uh, hypothetically–” Karen says, intrigued by his opinion. “If this guy got caught, needed counsel, Nelson and Murdock would offer to defend him?”

“Hell no.” Foggy immediately says, but Matt just shakes it off and continues with,

“It would be his right.”

“What about my right to punch him in the melon?” The other lawyer adds, a bit irritated. “They pulled a piece of glass out my side. Elena needed 12 stitches.” He scoffs. “And you want to Perry Mason the guy responsible?”

“I-I wanna make sure the right person pays for what happened.” Matt throws back, hoping this would end already (He hates lying like this for a long period of time).

“Well this whole thing’s moot.” Foggy gestures to open air with his hand. “After shooting those cops, police are probably looking to settle things the old-fashioned way if they catch up to him.”

Matt heard his child’s heart start pounding at that, and can only imagine how pale she must look right now, or whatever horrible thoughts plagued her mind.

He hated that.

His jaw clenched a little, fighting the urge to dig his fingernails into the table, before finishing with, “Yeah, it’s more than likely.”

God, why did he say that? He heard Kaila grip her phone tighter and swallow, her pulse still pounding slowly. He could practically feel the concern and genuine fear radiating off of her. It was like a knife to his bleeding heart.

“Well…” Foggy begins and faces the child. “What about you, Kai?”

Her name catches her off guard. “H-Huh?”

“What about you? I mean I get Karen because this guy did save her, but why you? How come you’re defending him?”

“Uh… well…” She sets the phone on her lap, mind racing for a good answer. “Um… I’m not necessarily defending him, I’m just going off facts, or really evidence here.”

“So you’re just going off of things you’ve seen or heard?” Karen asked, curious as well.

“Well…” Kaila shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah. I mean, I like to hear both sides of the story until I make a final decision. Even though there’s a possible chance this guy really did shoot those cops, I'm going off Karen’s story right now because I trust her enough to know she’s not lying.”

“Huh.” The blonde woman says, impressed.

“I guess that makes sense.” Foggy agrees. “But I’m still not backing down on my opinion.”

“And you don’t.” Kaila said, swiping her water bottle off the table, opening it up. “I’m just saying, I’m standing by what I know, and until new evidence comes to light that he’s… a baby eater or something, I’m still sticking with my opinion.”

She brings the water to her lips, whispering ‘Sorry’ that she knows her father heard because his eyebrows shot up for a millisecond.

Karen clears her throat. “Just a thought, but we may wanna go a bit peppier at the end of the day. Leave on a note slightly higher than deeply depressing.”

The three of them bow their heads in shame, but a split second later Foggy turns it around.

“She’s right. You’re bringing us down, Murdocks.” He said, getting a chuckle from the blonde.

“Excuse me?” Kaila scoffs, going along with it.

“Us?” Matt says in fake disbelief.

“I thought we were family, Uncle Foggy.”

Foggy snorts. “You wish.” He says with a wink. “Now-” He grabs his aluminum bat. “High note! Softball. When are we getting a company team together?”

“We have three employees.” Karen says, while finishing packing her stuff.

The young Murdock threw her hands up. “What? Do I not count?”

“At Least two of them aren’t blind.” Matt adds while fixing his shades, before roasting with, “Or that three of us are actually employed.”

She gasps silently, taken back. “Wow…”

“Naysayers, each and every one of you.” Foggy retorts, pointing between the three. “Karen, come on! Batting practice, you, me and Kai. What do you say?”

Karen’s posture changed. “Um… I…”

“Or not. Totally cool.”

“Hey, I thought you were taking me to the movies tonight?” Kaila asks, confusedly. It’s the reason she even tagged along with her dad to the office today instead of staying home waiting alone.

“No we are.” Foggy reassures. “I just thought we could hit a few balls before that.” He watches her scrunch up her nose, which makes him roll his eyes. “You know what-” He throws an empty plastic bottle at her legs, making her snort. “Stop being a teenager.”

“Ow.” She whines fakely. “I call child abuse.”

Kaila rubs the spot she was hit at as Foggy rolls his eyes.

“No, no, I would love to join the two of you, It’s just that I, um…” Karen stutters while sliding her jacket on. “I have this, uh, thing.”

“Well, go. Go do that thing. Not a problem.” He says, a sadness in his undertone.

“Okay, so um… See you tomorrow.”

“We’ll be here, ready to high note and stuff.”

“Good.” She flashes a quick smile and leaves.

Once the door was closed, He sighs heavily before imitating the sound of the bat against his forehead. His face held a line of defeat that Murdocks could see (or sense).

Matt nods his head, with a humorous smirk on his face. “Smooth.”

“Admittedly, I’m a work in progress.” Foggy admits, coming from the doorframe to the desk again. “Did you know she has mace on her keychain?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“You ever worry about her?” He slides his suit jacket back on after setting his bat down. “Worry like something she’s not telling us?”

Matt’s heart skipped a beat (and he picked up his daughter pretending to be preoccupied again). “Everyone has secrets, Foggy.”

“I don’t. I’d like some. Your kind… like with Hottie McBurner-Phone.” He said, grinning like a huge idiot as he sat down in a chair. “I mean, I assume she’s hot. Is she hot?”

Kaila visibly cringed. “Ew. Okay-” She stands up quickly, brushing by them. “I ain’t listening to this ‘boy talk’ or whatever. I’ll go grab the drinks out of the fridge.”

“Oh… how would I know?” Matt says loudly and flirtatiously, making his daughter groan in frustration.

He whispers an apology once she leaves, a bit of payback for her comment earlier, before Foggy sighs and shakes his head.

“This again. You always know!” Foggy replies, using his hands to emphasize his words. “I mean, you guys getting serious? Should I dust off the tux I’ll need to rent?”

Matt chuckles, a bit sadly. “No, uh… it didn’t work out.”

“Oh…” He frowns. “I’m… I’m sorry, man.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He takes a moment to pause, to listen. He heard his daughter putting the drinks in her bag, taking note of her movement. It was slow, almost sad. He’s had this conversation before, whether or not that she’ll be okay if he ever dated. She said she’s fine with it, Saying something along the lines of: ‘As long as you're happy and she treats you right, then I’m fine with it.’ Which she seems to be taking her statement to heart.

Matt sucks in a breath, needing a distraction disparately. “Hey, look, I’m gonna order in tonight, get a jump on this tenement case.”

“You sure?” Foggy asked.

“Yeah. I’ll be alright. Thanks, Buddy.”

“No problem.” He stands up. “Do you want me to bring Kai here or back at your place in the morning?”

“I’ll leave it up to her.”

“I’ll play it by ear.” Kaila announced upon returning. Her backpack slung over her shoulder casting a worried glance to her father. “You’ll be okay, Dad?”

“Yes.” He flashes her a quick smile. “I will be. Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay.” She skips over towards him, giving him a bear hug. “Love you, Dad. Don’t let those things bother you.”

She whispers that last part real quietly, tugging on his heart.

He smiles. “Love you too.” Matt says, kissing her forehead. “Have fun with Foggy.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.”

“Alright, K-Pop. Let’s go.” Foggy said, patting her on the back as she passed him. “Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?” He said.

“Her loss, man. Seriously.”

That gets him to smile, which was good enough for his friend and daughter to leave knowing he was alright. But once they were gone, Matt flipped open his own set of work, his own little investigation involving whatever Wilson Fisk is in; All while his hatred for a man he hasn’t even met yet grew more and more.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

An hour, maybe more had passed, and Matt was found laying on the ground almost in a dead like state. He got tased by Fisk’s pawns, Leland Owlsley, after getting distracted by an eerily familiar noise. His mind raced because–

No.

Just no.

It couldn’t be him. Just…

Absolutely not.

He sensed the cane by his head, the disrespecting look penetrating his bruised skin.

No. It can’t be. He told himself, and prays to God that this is just a dream.

“You just gonna lie there all night?”

Matt felt his stomach tie into knots, his skin going cold. The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up too. “Stick.” His name was haunting for him to say.

“Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?” The older man asked again, making Matt want to take a stand. “Jesus kid–” He keeps egging. “I’m gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show.”

“You’ve been gone 20 years.” Matt says, sternly. His body stays stiff as he stares in Stick’s direction. “What are you doing back in my city?”

He almost scoffs at that. “Your city? Hell’s Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber.”

It took a lot of strength not to deflate on those words, but he managed. “Yeah, I’m taking care of it.”

“An old guy just lit you up. You ain’t taking care of shit.”

“Why are you here?”

“To save you, and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death.” Stick scoffs. “More or less.”

Matt tightens his jaw. This was the last person, thing, he wanted to deal with.

Well, Fuck.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Foggy’s mind was somewhere else, and Kaila knew him long enough to tell. She could tell he’s been distant while they took a few practice swings at the park, and on the walk to the theater. He always gets…

How should she put this?

Quiet. He always grows quieter. For being an extrovert, being silent isn’t something he’s known for, so when Foggy’s quiet there’s usually something up. Not to mention his brows will be pushed together constantly, his eyes going distant or towards the floor. His shoulders would sometimes tenses up a smidge too.

So yeah, something was up, and the young Murdock had a feeling she knew why. They were half way through the long line to the ticket counter, a curse they were given since going on opening night, which gave her a chance to express her concerns.

“You’re worried about Karen, aren’t you?” Kaila asked, knocking him out of his trance. He almost fell back by the shock that she knew what was on his mind.

“What gave you that idea?” He tries laughing it off, but her stoic face and a slight raise of her eyebrow shut his reaction down quickly. He frowns, eyes on the floor again. “Was I really that obvious?”

“Foggy I’ve known you since I was born. I know when something’s up. So what’s going on?” She replies, worriedly.

“I just… I feel like…” He groans, frustrated. “I don’t know. I feel like something’s wrong. It’s a… gut feel.”

“And this is with Karen, right?”

“Yeah. But-” He shakes his head, straightening up. “It doesn’t matter. This is movie night! I’m ready to see how this quadrilogy ends!”

Even though he sounded genuine, she could tell that the other feeling was eating away at him. She sighs, grabbing his bicep and pulling them both out of line.

“Hey, what are you doing? We were almost there.” Foggy asked, confused.

“Let’s go find Karen.” Kaila replies.

“What?”

“Let’s go find Karen, make sure she’s okay.” She watches her Uncle smile proudly, sadly, but still proudly. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but she pointed at him. “However, You owe me another movie night. Okay?”

He nods. “Okay. Okay! Yes! Of course! You’re the best, Kai. I promise to buy you all the candy you want next movie night.”

She smirks, mischievously. “I’m going to hold you to it then, Mr. Nelson.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Matt really wasn’t looking forward to this. But what other choice did he have? Or did he even have a choice? His old mentor walked in like he owned the place, checking it out, judging it right on the spot.

Stick sets his things down, including sliding off his glasses. He scoffs snobbishly. “What a shithole.” He says, setting the object down on the coffee table.

“You have any idea what I pay in rent?” Matt asked, clearly annoyed with his arms crossed.

“Expensive shithole.” He takes a whiff of the air. “You had a woman in here.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“When is she coming back?”

“Never.”

“Good.” Another whiff. Stick tilts his head at it. “I smell something else…”

“You got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?” Matt replies, hoping that his skipped heart beat wasn’t heard. He knows what Stick was getting at, and desperately wants to steer him away.

Stick sighs heavily. “Women are a distraction. Just like–” He takes a small step to the right, sending a tiny kick to his table. “Furniture, apartments…” He perks up at another sensation, holding his hand out to ‘feel’ the air. “Whoa. Silk sheets.”

“Cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin.”

“You’d be better off sleeping on real sandpaper than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit–”

“This is my life and I made something of it, without you. That’s…” Matt places his hands on hips sternly. “That’s the part that really pisses you off, isn’t it?”

“No, Matty.” He shakes his head. “No, I’m proud of you, I really am. The things you’ve done, what you’ve made of yourself, but…” He gestures to the room with his arms. “This is… Surrounding yourself with soft stuff isn’t life, it’s death.”

Stick continues even when Matt starts pacing around him, “-Someday those silk sheets are gonna crawl up behind you, wrap themselves around your throat and choke you to death. You’re a warrior.”

Matt drops his head, whispering, “Yeah…” But then there's that spark again. “That’s not all I am.”

“A warrior, heir to the Spartans, Baddest of the bad-asses. They knew what they had to do and they did it.”

“And what was that?”

“Cut it loose. All of it. Cut yourself free… from the women, the comforts, the fancy job.”

Matt chuckles dryly, eye nearly twitching. “The job’s not that fancy.”

“Do you have friends? People you care about?”

“Yeah.” Three. He wanted to stay three, but he wanted to keep her especially out of this. “Two.”

Stick steps closer, almost like he was trying to be intimidating. “Then cut ‘em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to, just do it quickly.”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“Then they will suffer and you will die. Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can’t afford.”

“Is that why you left?” He asks, and Stick grows quiet. “Huh? To protect me?”

“I had my reasons.”

“I was a kid.”

“You still are. ‘Boo-Hoo. Stick left me. Think I’ll bury my sorrows between the legs of a supermodel’.”

“Don’t push it, Stick.”

“Or what? I’m trying to teach you how to stay alive. Christ, you’re worse than your old man. Born to lose Battlin’ Jack. At least your daddy got paid when he hit the floor.”

Matt immediately snags Stick’s collar as a warning, but the table’s turn when he finds himself trapped in an arm bar. Matt mentally curses at himself, fighting back memories of his childhood training.

Fuck.

Did he really let himself be beaten around like that?

He tightens his jaw, and gets himself out of trouble with a few, quick, maneuvers. He spins on his heels, hands up in case things escalate, however it never comes. Instead, Stick just chuckles in amusement

“Took you 20 years to learn how to get out of that one”

“Yeah, I’ve learned a lot since you’ve been gone.” Matt snaps back, voice on the edge of irritation.

“Like what?”

“You’re a dick.”

“That’s true. You got any beer?”

Matt laughs dryly.

Still hasn’t fucking changed. He thought, and gestures towards his kitchen. “Yeah, in the fridge.”

Stick starts heading for the small kitchen, standing almost proudly by his answer. “I’ll bet… It’s that German piss, isn’t it?” He asks, opening the door.

“So you gonna tell me why you’re here?” Matt asked as he takes a seat, his question sounded more like a demand (Why the fuck was he back after so many years away?). “Or is the suspense supposed to kill me?”

“You know, drinking all that soda is bad for your health.” Stick says, closing the door with his hip (Matt felt his heart skip a bear again). “And to answer your question, It’s the war, Matty.” He skillfully flicks the cap off the beer bottle, landing it in the trash can behind. “A never-ending war.”

He lets his palms squeeze together for a split second, holding himself together. “With who? You never got around to that part.”

“Now, the Japanese, mostly.”

“Look, I don’t want you tearing up Hell’s Kitchen going after the Yakuza.”

“Yakuza?” Stick chuckles, sitting down across from his protege. “You don’t know what’s going on in your own backguard. The guy that was yappin’ with that old man you slapped around, he’s pretty high up. He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around.”

Matt perks up at this new information. “So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why’d you let him get away back in the garage?”

Stick sighs. “I don’t want him. I want what’s on the ship he’s meeting at the docks tonight.”

“Right. Owlsley was talking about it. What’s Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?”

“A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows.”

“What kind of weapon?”

“The kind you don’t want in your world.”

Matt shakes his head, almost scoffing. “Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you want my help.”

Stick copies his expression and movement. “I want you to help yourself. Nobu and his guys are in tight with Fisk. You hurt them, you hurt baldy–”

“You know about Fisk?”

A scoff. “I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks.”

“After all your talk about cutting friends loose–” Matt wanted to laugh in his face. “And now you need one.”

“I don’t need a friend. I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures.”

“You don’t know anything about what I’m doing here.”

“Kid, in war, people die. If it’s not you, it’s the guy next to you. How many men have you killed protecting this city?” Matt’s silence was enough for Stick to throw his hands up in disappointment. “You’re still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it’s gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it’s not Fisk, somebody else. What’re you gonna do then?”

“Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently…” He frowns, the memory still fresh in his mind. “Right before he died.”

“Are you the one that put him in the ground?”

Matt shakes his head. “No.”

“Half measures, Matty.” Stick ponders for a moment. “Ah, screw it.” He sets his beer down. “Ride with me tonight, help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this. Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you ‘cause he’ll know that you kicked the guy he’s afraid of right in the nuts. Why do you say, kid?”

Matt ponders too, but still makes his point quick. “One rule. You don’t kill anybody.”

Stick sighs bitterly, raising his right hand, replying, “I swear I will not kill anybody.” Matt nods, it was good enough for him. “Pussy.”

Oh…

If only the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen knew what was coming up next…

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

It felt like hours since they’ve been looking for Karen. Foggy had a hunch that she went to Mrs. Cardenas, their law firm’s client; So that’s where they were heading. However it seemed like it was on the other side of town judging by the time that was flying by at a lightning rate (or had they been walking in circles?).

“Foggy?” Kaila begins, earning a hum as a reply. “Are you sure you don’t want to just call her at this point? Or at least hail a cab?”

“Cabs don’t come out this way this late at night, and I’ve already tried calling her. She’s not picking up.” He explains, hustling. “I even tried texting her too and she’s left those unread.”

She sighs, readjusting her backpack for the millionth time this walk. “Are you sure she’s not… you know, getting…. Laid?” His eyes snapped over towards her for a split second causing her to shrug. “I’m just saying. Maybe that’s why she was leaving in a hurry?”

“That’s a possibility, but I don’t think so.”

“Foggy, listen, she’s–”

He suddenly stops in his tracks, holding up his hand. “Be quiet.”

“What?”

“Shh.”

They listened closely, and soon enough they heard someone screaming muffly, followed by harsh whispers and more screams. The two of them paled and flashed each other a knowing glance.

“You stay behind me!” Foggy said, as the two of them broke off into a sprint.

It didn’t take the duo long to find two men surrounding Karen. They watched as she knocked one to the floor before the other one did the same thing to her. He was burning with rage, his shoulder tensed with steam coming out of his ears.

“Stupid bitch.” He cussed, which made them both start seeing red.

Foggy wasted no time to fish the baseball from his pocket, and chuck it at the guy’s head. His body dropped like a ton of bricks, face planting into the dirty sidewalk.

“Nice shot.” Kaila muttered with big brown eyes, as Foggy pushed her behind him some more and protectively held up his aluminum bat.

Karen pushed herself off the ground, the scared look in her blue orbs started to fade away upon seeing them. “F-Foggy? Kaila? Oh my god…” She stutters, and wobbles to her feet. She points at them with confusion. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Foggy asked, sounding just as confused as she was.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Are you following me?” She asked, exasperated.

He half shrugs. “Yeah.”

“Why?!”

“Because you were acting weird. I was worried about you! The both of us were.” He gestures to himself and the teenager, which makes Karen’s eyes widen more.

“You brought Kaila to one of the most dangerous parts of Hell’s Kitchen? At night?!” She scolds him in a way that reminds them of a parent-child argument.

The teenager looks surprised again, tilting her head. “Wait, there are more dangerous parts of Hell’s Kitchen?” Kaila asked, because that was news to her. “Since when?”

Foggy lowers the bat, almost guilty. “Well… I-I couldn’t just leave her alone!”

Karen sighs right as the man she struck down earlier starts to get. She immediately pepper sprays him in the eyes, causing him to cry out and curl into a ball.

The teenager’s eyes widened once more. “Oh damn…”

“I can take care of myself.” Karen said, pointing to what she just did.

“We can see that. Yes.”

“Okay, but let’s discuss that away from the maniacs. Please?” Foggy chimes in, waving her over. “Come on!”

Karen nods eagerly, cursing under her breath when she notices the other guy standing up. She starts hustling away, snagging Kaila by the under arm as Foggy hits the man again with his bat, sending him to the floor.

Again.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Saying Matt was pissed was beyond an understatement. This did not go as planned, or as promised it was supposed to be. He marched down his stairs, aggressively tossing the billy clubs at his ex-mentor’s feet. He listens as Stick picks them up, placing them on the coffee table; His aura was alarmingly calm.

“You promised me you weren’t going to kill anyone.” Matt says, taking his mask off.

“Yep.” Stick says, casually.

“Then what the hell was that back there?”

“The mission.”

“That’s what your war’s come to?” He asks while taking his gloves off. “Killing children?”

“That thing in the container was not a child.”

“I could hear his heartbeat. It was light and fast. He hadn’t even hit puberty.”

“You’re emotional.

“Yeah, no shit.”

“If you’d have focused beyond your crybaby feelings, you would’ve sensed what that kid really was.” Stick snaps, standing his ground.

“He was just a kid.” Matt replies, words haunting hitting all the right cords within him. I mean–

How could someone take a child’s life?

“You are as blind as you ever were.” The older man continues.

“Maybe you should’ve stuck around and finished training me yourself.” Matt quips back.

“I needed a soldier. You wanted a father.”

“Well, I guess we’re both disappointed then.”

“I guess we are.” Stick gets up with a grunt. He pats Matt’s shoulder before walking by. “You take care of yourself, Matty.”

Matt steps in front of him, defensively. “I’m not gonna let you kill that kid.”

“Oh, he’s already dead. I caught up with that van while you were dicking around with Nobu’s men.” He tilts his head. “But I guess you’ve been doing that all day.”

“What do you mean?”

Stick scoffs. “Come on, Matty, you don’t think I haven’t noticed those hitches in your breath? The sudden stiffness in your back when I walk around your home? Or how your heart skips ever so slightly whenever you lie? What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“Bullshit. You are. And something tells me it’s in this apartment.” Matt swallows. “Oh… why so pale, Matty? I could tell you lied when saying you only cared about two people, so who’s this third?”

“Stick.” He begins, warningly. “Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Stick takes a big whiff of the air. “I thought I’d smelled something else earlier. I smelled you of course, and a woman, but I also smelled another woman, a woman who smells a lot like you. I thought it was because of sex but now I’m thinking you have someone related to you living here.”

Matt takes a dangerous step closer, jaw tightening. “Don’t.” He warns in a threatening tone.

Stick sighs, smacking his lips. “So my suspicions were right, but I didn’t want to believe it. Size 7 shoes by the front door, the sickenly sweet sodas in the fridge, a report card transferred in braille on the counter. Matty,–” He shakes his head. “Don’t tell me you have a kid?” He chuckles. “Or to make it worse, you have a daughter.”

That was enough to make him snap, blood boiling and emotions spilling over. Matt growled as he threw punch after punch, all being blocked by the older man, so he switched it up. He sends his black combat boot to land perfectly in Stick’s stomach, sending him into a wall.

“Whoa, Matty. Didn’t think you’d become that soft.” He chuckles. “And to snooped that low either-”

Matt growls as he throws one of his dining room chairs, colliding with his target before rushing in again. Soon they were pretty much eveningly match, punches flying and blocks catching them wherever they may go.

“Your mind’s cloudy, Matty. That’s why I told you to let go. Kids are a distraction too.” Stick says, provoking his pupil’s hidden emotions.

“Shut up!!” Matt yells, throwing another. Unfortunately he leaves himself open for a few strikes to the gut, including a kneeing which made him keel over in pain.

“You can’t even tag an old man!” Stick throws him into a wall face first, striking him several times in the back.

Matt hisses, and throws an elbow to Stick’s face, getting back into the game. He relies on some kicks, front ones and even a spinning kick, but his old mentor did have one thing right; His mind was clouded (but could you blame him?). He missed a landing, and stumbled into his desk spinning around when he heard his opponent coming after him. The lawyer throws his printer, giving enough time to go for yet another kick.

Stick went under it, and tackled Matt by the waist. The two of them grappled into his bedroom barn door, knocking it off the railing, splitting it nearly in half. Matt groans as he tries to get up on all four, but a hand smacks him across the face, sending him flat again.

“Now I can smell it. The hormones of a young girl. Cheap perfume. Fruity shampoo too. Pathetic.” Stick sneered. “I bet you worship the ground she walks on.”

“Stop it!!” Matt says, trying to do a leg sweep.

Stick jumps over it, snatching the back off his head and shirt collar, throwing him over his shoulder. Matt’s body made contact with the coffee table, destroying it under his bulky weight. He winced on impact, opening his mouth in a silence cry.

“Get up.” Stick says, sensing the younger man trying. When Matt’s back turned away, he sent a kick to it, his body flying and tipping over the couch. “Get up!” Another kick. “Get up!” And another. “Get up!! Get up you fucking softy!!”

Matt groans, blood dripping off the side of his mouth as he feels around the floor. His hands soon found a familiar weapon. He hopes to his feet, swinging the baton. Even though Stick catches it, it gives Matt enough time to get the upper hand. A few ducks here and there before he sent punch after punch to Stick’s face. He takes a step back, giving himself enough momentum for a sturdy spinning kick to the old man’s jaw.

And then another one, which made Stick stumble back, and Matt to go in with his hands again. One punch to the nose, another punch, and a roundhouse that sends his opponent to his stairs. Matt jumped up after, but soon found himself in the worse position possible—

The choke hold.

Gritting his teeth at some horrible flashbacks of his childhood training, Matt uses what he learned, rocking them both back before launching themselves into a front flip; Missing several steps and landing on the square bottom, shattering the wood.

Matt quickly gets up, sending a sloppy right hook to Stick’s temple, followed by yet another roundhouse and a spinning kick. He stayed in his best fighting stance as his old mentor laid on the ground, in a confused daze. Stick groans, blood caking his face as Matt starts sucking in some well deserved air.

The vigilante listened closely for a few seconds, waiting until he had a guarantee that this was over. When he does, he walks aggressively over, getting on one knee as he claws at Stick’s front collar. He pulls the old man up closer, rage still coursing through his veins.

“If you ever insult my daughter again, or you decide to ever come into my house a pay her a visit, or you ever decide to touch her, I will fucking kill you.” Matt spit out like venom, a poison he didn’t know he had in him. This was a parental feeling he didn’t know he had in him until now.

But what irritated him even more was that Stick laughed.

He laughed.

Laughed.

Matt tightens his grip, angry burning more. But before he could say anything else, Stick spoke.

“So that’s all it took?” He said, chuckling. “That’s all it took for you to even consider murder? By someone insulting your child?” He snickered. “You actually surprised me, Matty.”

Matt’s jaw tightened as he sent Stick to the floor again, getting up. He walks over to where the man’s trench coat was and bitterly throws it at him, not giving him any chance to react.

“Get out of my city.” Was all Matt said, hands curling back into fists just in case.

Stick grunts and pushes himself up to stand, holding his coat by his side. He sighs. “Maybe there is hope for you yet.” He laughs again. “But you have to get rid of that daughter of yours first if you want to get to your full potential.”

Matt’s blood boiled for the hundredth time tonight. "Not a chance."

Stick scoffs again. “Then I guess, Good luck then.” He slides his glasses on, smirking. “Nice catching up. Eh?” He turns to leave, Matt not even looking in his direction anymore. “You can keep the sticks. You’re gonna need ‘em. And think about what I said too. That kid’s a distraction. Just get rid of her if you want to be the best.”

So he disappears down the hallway and out the front door, his words lingering heavily in the air. Matt didn’t even wait until he knew he was out of earshot, he just yelled in frustration before flipping his living chair over.

“Fuck!!”

He feels his heart pounding in his ears, veins running hot.

“Fuck!”

He kicks the chair again, fingernails digging into his bruised palms.

“Fuck! Fuck.”

Why didn’t he see this coming? Why didn’t he expect his return? Just… why? And now Stick knew he had a kid, a dangerous-murderous man knew he had a kid, and he was expected to just let it go? Let her go? How–

He sighs, his anger starts to die off. “Fuck…” He whispers, gripping his hair as his legs start to wobble. His adrenaline was going, and his emotions were flowing heavily.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was just supposed to bury that past, leaving the tainted life behind. It wasn't supposed to touch his kid, his daughter, his…

Most precious thing in his life.

“Oh, fuck…” Matt collapsed to his knees, paying no heed to the rubble beneath them. “Oh, god… please, just… just n-no…”

He felt like he was going to cry, because why does bad shit keep happening to him? Why was God punishing him now?

“Damnit.”

He laughs in frustration.

“Just… why?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Kaila was shocked to say the least when Karen got done explaining. I mean–

Was she crazy?! And did she not learn after her father the man in the mask saved her from being killed after researching? Kaila was baffled, so baffled she couldn’t utter any words as they made their journey to the Bulletin Post’s office. She was being kept close between the two adults, Foggy still keeping a good grip on his bat, while Karen still had her finger on her mace (and they both seemed so calm while doing so).

“So this guy you’re working with can really help us?” Foggy asked, intrigued by his friend’s confession (he seemed to be handling the news more than the teenager was).

“Yes. Ben is an amazing guy, and really trustworthy.” Karen said, upon arriving at the entrance of the building. “Trust me, this is all going to be worth it in the end.”

The trio entered the building, taking the elevator to the appropriate floor. Wandering around the nearly empty floor until they arrived at an enclosed office space. The door swung open to an older man, dazzled in a collared shirt and tie. He seemed a bit annoyed about their appearance.

“What part of ‘Don’t tell anyone about this’ didn’t you understand?” He asked, eyes trailing to the blonde woman as they stumbled in.

“Foggy’s not just anyone, alright? He’s a kick-ass attorney, and sooner or later we’re gonna need one of those.” Karen explains, honestly. “And he just plain kicks ass.”

Foggy smiles. “When the need arises.”

“You can trust him, Ben. He’s one of the good ones.”

Ben looks skeptical, but eventually seems like he’s warming up until he sees Kaila. Shock and concern crossed his aged features.

“Why is there a child here?” He asked, looking directly at Karen.

“Um-” She stutters.

“Relax.” Foggy jumps in getting his attention. “She’s my law firm partner’s kid. You can trust her too.”

“I’m not worried about trusting her, I’m just…” Ben sighs, eyes going back to Karen. “Worried for her safety. I mean you know what we’re investigating.”

“It’s okay, sir. My dad and Foggy are known for taking… risks in their business. I’ll turn a blind if I have to, if it makes you feel better.” Kaila says, with a light smile for reassurance.

“She’s right.” Foggy said, nodding. “Me and Matt, her father, know the risks that come with this business. It’s okay.”

Ben looks between the three, a sinking feeling arising that he puts away. “Show him the board.” he replies, stepping out of their way.

“Alright, Ben has everything laid out… all of the, uh, possible connections, starting at the bottom and moving up.” Karen drags Foggy over to the cork board, filled with newspaper clippings and a playing card with a drawn on question mark at the very top.

Foggy furrows his brows, puzzled. “The king of diamonds?”

“The man at the top.” Ben clarifies.

“Any idea who he is?”

“No.”

“But I think he might have been the one behind Union Allied.” Karen says, sharing her theory.

“There’s another player on the field.” Ben says, picking up another card off his desk. “The Man in black.”

“You think he’s working for the king?” Foggy asked.

“No.” Karen says, defensively. “No, he never would have helped me expose Union Allied if he were.”

“If that’s the case, they're working against each other.” Ben pins the card at the top, a Jack of hearts with a black mask drawn over its head. “So the question is, which one trumps the other?”

As they talked more about it quietly, Kaila sat back watching everything unfold. She was worried, and a bit guilty because she knew the man in black personally, and knew he wasn’t working with Fisk. She had a sinking feeling that things were about to get a whole lot worse or just more complicated. Maybe even both.

Oh, dad. You’ve got a lot of things coming.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Once he had pulled himself (somewhat) together, Matt had started shifting through the rubble of his destroyed home. He could only imagine what his daughter’s going to think when she gets home tomorrow.

His troubling thoughts were interrupted when he came across something else from his childhood. He feels the twisted paper bracelet belonging to an old ice cream cone. It hits him like a truck. There was something sharp in his heart.

Matt took a moment to sit down, staring in disbelief. He felt like he was going to overflow again. All his emotions would spill out while wrapping itself in a whirl of confusion.

He sighs, closing his eyes and his head dropping. His mind went back to his kid now.

Things just got much more complicated now, Kai….

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@stinkywhore @invinciblerikkai @glass-ghost

@your-not-invisible-to-me @ohtacosindrome

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invsiblestrings · 1 year

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@scinglives continued from here.

“Of course I trust you with her,” Claire defended, even though she fully planned to steal the baby back just before they left to make sure everything looked just right. Claire fussed with the infant’s messy bed head of wispy blonde hair. The light color she inherited from her mother, but the crazy directions that Lily’s hair sprouted in every morning was directly from her father, and she handed Ben’s mini to him with a grin. “I didn’t think I could find your bed head more endearing until I saw it on her.” Claire rose from the bed, though she hated to do so, but the day beckoned. “I’ll see my two favorite people soon, and we’ll all go to the courthouse together.”

#T: claire #T: claire x Ben 4 #scinglives

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mordredisacoolname · 7 months

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DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS AMD WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU

MALE/GN READER

characters: Matt Foggy Karen Frank Elektra Claire Wesley Dex Rahul

CW: slight suggestive content

MATT- neck. He likes feeling your pulse and warmth on his lips.

FOGGY- cheek and arm, he likes saying he's a gentleman.

KAREN- she likes kissing your nose. It's a cute gesture she prefers.

FRANK- neck. He likes leaving a lot of kisses and marks.

ELEKTRA- your lower stomach and chest. It's very intimate and a lot of space to kiss. She also likes teasing you.

CLAIRE- upper back and spine. She likes surprising you from behind and wrapping her hands around your torso.

WESLEY- lips. He likes holding your face/neck and gently buy deeply kiss you.

DEX- lower back. Kisses you while you lay on your stomach and goes up to your jaw.

RAHUL- lives for forehead kisses. Never fails to do so before work. It's sweet and affectionate.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #frank castle #the punisher #elektra #claire temple #james wesley #bullseye #ben poindexter #rahul Nadeem #x gn reader #gn reader

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boomboxfic · 1 year

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I’m at the point again where things I listen to remind me of Mike x Ben. I mean - right off the bat…

I heard from a friend today

And she said you were in town

Suddenly the memories came back to me in my mind

And on and on - it’s totally Mike’s POV, post-season 4.

@loganstonegibbskinney @amanda-adventurouswallflower

#Ben x Mike inspo #totally Mike’s POV #after Ben leaves the DA’s Office #That first lyric is totally Claire letting Mike know Ben’s back from traveling in Europe #Cause they broke up abruptly since Ben needed to get away after Ann Madsen #and broke Mike’s heart #yes this is influenced by super old stogan fic #but they get back together because they have to #youtube

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spncreatorsdaily · 2 years

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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Ben Braeden, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Lisa Braeden, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Kate (Supernatural: Bitten), Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Dean Winchester, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Charlie Bradbury, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Rowena McLeod, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Katie Doolittle, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Magda Peterson, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Bess Myers, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Myers, Lisa Braeden & Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Characters: Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Lisa Braeden, Ben Braeden, Katie Doolittle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena McLeod, Kevin Tran, Linda Tran, Magda Peterson, Castiel, Cyrus Styne, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Myers, Original Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Myers Child(ren), Amara (Supernatural), Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Alex Jones (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emma Lives (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Charlie Bradbury Lives, Magda Peterson Lives, Cyrus Styne Lives, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Minor Character Death Series: Part 3 of They Were Still His Kids Summary:

What’s Dean to do when he finds out that not only does Ben have his memories back but Emma us alive! And to top it all off they’re traveling together. Dean never thought he’d get a second chance with Ben, or even a chance with Emma, yet his whole world has been turned upside down. Will he go after his kids? Or will he let nothing stand in his way of defeating Chuck?

#week 165 #creator: lucasbarr #fanfic #emma winchester #lisa baeden #ben braeden #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #claire x kaia

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priyajoyyy · 2 months

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Sleepy

(idk how to name fics that aren’t based off a song)

Clarisse la rue x Aphrodite!fem!reader

Reader sneaks into clarisses bed after a nightmare, forgetting that she was wearing short shorts and a tiny bra top, but people definitely remember when she walks back to the Aphrodite cabin wearing clarisses large shirt and what looks like nothing underneath…

Warnings:

Established relationship, implied new relationship, implied friendship to lovers, boys (gross ew) sexualising reader a bit, bad writing sorry, half of these are not warnings

lol sorry 😔 , fluff, poor dialogue because I’m still trying to work out how to properly write dialogue lol.

You couldn’t really remember what happened.

One minute you were gasping out in your cabin, hearing one of your sister grumble at you to be quiet, sitting up with wet cheeks and blurry eyes.

And the next minute you had grabbed your teddy bear and started making your way towards the ares cabin.

And of course you didn’t take notice of what you chose to wear to bed that day, you were half asleep and terrified from the nightmare you’d just had, the dark forest surrounding you not helping at all.

“Claire…” you whispered to the girl, shaking her a little, “can I sleep with you”

You knew you hadn’t woken anybody up in the ares cabin, seeing as they would be a lot more verbal about their annoyance being woken up than most of your own siblings would be.

However you also hadn’t been successful in waking your girlfriend up either, shaking her a little more before giving up.

You figured she wouldn’t mind you just getting to bed, you had slept in her cabin a handful of times before, and you knew she had a long day of practice planned for the next day in preparation for an upcoming quest, so she could deal with not being woken.

You had normally snuck out of the ares cabin before anyone could notice you the previous times you had stayed, though you hardly thought it mattered right now, no one would dare snitch on Clarisse so as long as Chiron didn’t see you you would be fine.

You crawled into the bed and snuck under clarisses arm, her grip tightening around you snuggly, and it didn’t take long to fall asleep in that state.

By the time you woke up. You could hear giggling surrounding you.

You didn’t take much notice, your sisters were often scheming in the early hours of the morning and you had always been a light sleeper, so it wasn’t really their fault it woke you.

It wasn’t till you heard a snapping noise and through your eyelids saw the faint light of a flash going off that you became more aware, your brain waking up and remembering what had happened the night before.

Obviously Clarisse hadn’t woken yet. Like it was proven last night, unlike you, she was a very deep sleeper, and you could still feel her arm around you and you begun to slowly get up in confusion.

“Shit, quick” you heard one of the kids stood by the bed infront of you say before taking another picture, the light momentarily blinding you.

The two ran off quickly, hiding the camera somewhere as you became aware that most of clarisses other siblings were watching you both also, laughing or trying not to.

It wasn’t exactly a normal sight to see Clarisse cuddled up in bed, arms wrapped around her girlfriend and teddy bear laying next to them.

Quickly, turning red, you jumped to get up, still not clocking what you were wearing.

Clarisses elder brother, emmet, certainly had however, staring at your boobs as you sat up quickly in bed and laughing along with his brother, and smacking their arm to get him to pay attention.

“Hey y/n, you don’t have to leave just yet” Ben, the other said as you searched around the bed for your phone. (Ik that technically their phones didn’t work in all ways but in my head I imagine them still having them at camp for photos and stuff)

“Yeah, we don’t need Clarisse to have a good time” emmett laughed as they approached you, his eyes resting on your ass as you bent over slightly, searching the bed.

“You could stay around tonight as well if you want…My bunks always free” he said, both of them laughing as though it was the funniest things he’d ever heard.

“Leave her alone” one of the girls said from her bed, adding, “Clarisse will kill you if she finds out anyway”

You turned around to face the two and stumbled back into the bed a little when you noticed them both closer to your body.

“Finds out what?” Clarisse asked in a groggy voice, looking up at her girlfriend’s back from her spot in bed in confusion, not knowing why you were there.

“Nothing clarry it’s fine” you said softly, turning your head round to her and smiling at her nervously, not wanting to cause any issues so early in the morning.

Clarisses younger sister kitty however had no problems causing an argument between the girl and their gross brothers, opting to kill two birds with one stone by telling on them to Clarisse.

“Oh nothing” kitty stated sarcastically, causing Clarisse to turn to her and glare.

“Kitty” she warned, demanding her to explain what’s going on to her in one word.

“They were just being rude to y/n is all” she stated with a smirk, jumping off of her bunk that she had been sat on and walking towards the bathroom as if she didn’t say anything, wanting to tell the girls in there about what was about to happen.

You didn’t know if you were glad she was somewhat standing up for you or annoyed that she was trying to start a fight this early in the morning, something bound to ruin clarisses, and in turn, everyone else’s, mood for the rest of the day.

And as you watched kitty return from the other room with 3 others following her, trying to act inconspicuous, you decided you wanted to kill her. Very

“No it’s fine Clarisse I promise” you attempted to reassure your girlfriend.

“Yeah clarisse, it’s fine” Benjamin added in a mocking voice, sitting on his bed as if he had no cares in the world.

Clarisse started to stand from her bed at that, grabbing your hips from behind, pulling you along with her, “Come here baby”

She guided you across the room, not really giving you a chance to turn until you had both reached your destination.

She bent down to search through the bottom drawer of the cabinet she had lead you to, rummaging through the shirts and tops.

You were weirded out by her sudden dismissal of her brothers, especially given their taunts, but you were glad nonetheless.

You turned back to look at them and caught them both still watching you, Ben still sat on the bed while emmet lent on a cabinet near it, smirking at you.

Eventually Clarisse pulled out an orange camp half blood tshirt, handing it up to you, grabbing your attention again before closing the drawer.

You looked at her in confusion, why was she handing you her, far too big for you, tshirt? Clarisse not yet acknowledging you as she walked back over to the two boys, watching you both from bens bed.

“You two are gonna apologise to my girlfriend right now and the only punishment you’re gonna get is laundry duty for two weeks…” Clarisse told the two in a scarily calm voice, “or, if not, we can go to training and I can beat your asses for thinking it’s ok to disrespect my girlfriend like that”

The two boys looked less amused now, Ben scowling and emmet rolling his eyes like a child about to throw a tantrum.

“And…you can beg 3 weeks of laundry duty” Clarisse added with a smirk, staring them down until they backed down.

“Ok whatever” Ben muttered, giving up first, “sorry y/n”

“I-it’s ok” you replied from the cabinet, clutching onto clarisses shirt.

“No y/n, it’s not ok” Clarisse said sternly, turning to her other half-brother with an expectant look in her eye, “emmet?”

After a slight pause with no response Clarisse stepped forwards raising her eyebrows at her brother, both of you watching his scowl deepen before giving in.

“Sorry” he stated, rolling his eyes.

“Nah that’s not good enough…” Clarisse told him with a grin, “try again”

“Clarisse it’s fine really” you told her, watching her just shake her head in response.

“Fine, I’m sorry y/n…good enough?” He said in annoyance.

“Perfect” Clarisse said stepping back and walking towards you, not turning around to tell them, “might wanna get those clothes to the laundry room…the hampers are looking pretty full”

“You didn’t need to do that” you told her with a pout, still holding onto the shirt she had handed you.

“You ok baby?” She asked.

“Yeah I’m fine, I said that” you reassured, gesturing to her shirt, assuming it was for her to wear, “do you want your shirt back?”

“Baby have you seen what you’re wearing?” Clarisse laughed, “I mean I don’t mind at all but I can’t imagine you’re gonna have fun running back to your cabin in a bra top, tiny shorts and no shoes”

With that she handed you some slippers off of the floor by her bed.

At that you finally realised why she wanted you to wear the top, looking down at your body, as your cheeks began to turn red you shyly looked back up at Clarisse and smiled at her with a giggle.

“Thank you” you told her, throwing the shirt over yourself and slipping the shoes on your feet.

“Now I hate to kick you out baby but I think if you stay any longer Chiron will see you” Clarisse told you, her hands reaching your waist.

“Yeah you’re probably right” you stated, not making any moves to walk away yet.

Clarisse leaned down to kiss you, her grip on your waist tightening slightly as she did.

You both continued to kiss for a moment before you heard laughs behind Clarisse, opening your eyes to see kitty and 3 other girls sat on a bed watching you.

Clarisse glares at the girls and you laugh at her. “Ok I should go then”

“I’ll see you later” Clarisse told you, knowing she’d come find you at lunch if she didn’t see you before then.

“Ok” you replied simply, picking up your teddy from the bed and walking towards the door of the cabin.

You noticed the stares on you as you rushed back to your own cabin, the children already up watching you depart from the Ares cabin wearing barely any clothes holding a teddy bear.

You were as quick as you could be, hoping not to get caught by Chiron and get back before he started making his rounds of the camp.

You heard a whistle from your right, an older boy watching you rush past him, you scowling in reply and raising a middle finger to him and you walked past.

You were just glad Clarisse wasn’t with you to start a fight with him for it.

Haven’t proof read this yet lol 😭

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