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transforming · 5 months

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For those requesting to see my stories from my previous tumblr account as reference for commissions, I'll be posting them here now!

To start off, here's one of my favorite stories of mine, which I wrote for Thanksgiving three years ago...

The House on Oak Street

There’s been some rumors spreading about the old grey house at the end of Oak Street. Built in the Victorian style of architecture, it’s been left in ruins for, say, 50 years? The deed to the house was never given up by the family who used to live in there, though the house has been for sale for some time. Apparently, it couldn’t be sold to anyone after what had happened to their friends, relatives, even the robbers or strangers that ever set foot inside…

Finn was tired. He’s at his breaking point. University is stressful enough, but add jocks and frats into it made it even worse. He was just walking home from class with his friends Peter and Ned, the three of them happen sharing an apartment far from campus since they couldn’t afford to stay in the dorms.They all shared the same interests - their studies, D&D, and architecture, all of them studying in the field.

The trio of friends were trying to avoid the Pi Kappa Alpha house, which was on the route they frequently took, when they passed by Oak Street that fateful day. As they passed by the line of houses, Finn stopped at one - an abandoned Victorian.

“Guys, look!” Finn said, pointing towards the empty house, intrigued.

“Finneas, it’s just an abandoned house,” Peter responded painfully, looking down at his shiny black school shoes.

“Not just any abandoned house Peter, it’s the Creepy Vic of Oak Street,” Ned added as he adjusted his thick glasses.

The three eighteen-year-olds looked at each other. According to urban legend, this very house on Oak Street had a reputation of endless trespassers, all of whom never reappeared once they entered the front door, some say having been pulled into another dimension or being eaten alive by a monster.

“But those are just silly rumors, right? Does anyone actually believe that?” Finn asked as he took a step towards the porch.

“I do, Finneas. Do you want to disappear? And it’s just basic morals to never trespass someone else’s property,” Ned asked concerned.

Finneas nodded, and followed his friends, but something caught his eye, something he didn’t notice there before. A FOR SALE sign posted at the front of the yard. Finneas felt a connection with the house, but he couldn’t place a finger on it, so he quickly took a picture of the sign, making sure to get the realtor’s number, and sped towards Ned and Pete.

From the corner of the street, the trio could hear the speeding vroom of a sports car.

“Yo, ‘Lex, Chad! it’s the poor faggy nerd trio!” Leo jeered from the driver’s seat.

“Park the car, dude!” Alex said grinning, getting off and standing toe-to-toe with Finn.

“What do you want, Alex?” Ned replied angrily.

Chad pushed him to the ground. “No one talks to us like that that, lil’ pussy ass dweeb. Why’re you here, anyway? Didn’t wanna get your asses kicked?”

Peter helped Ned up and pulled Finn close to them.

“Leave us alone, don’t you guys have trainings to go to?” Peter retorted.

The jocks chuckled as they harrassed the three students, punching their faces and breaking Peter’s glasses.

“I’m bored, bro, let’s just go, they got nothing today,” Leo chuckled. The three frat jocks jumped into the Maserati and sped away, while the three nerds trudged home. They dropped their bags and headed for the kitchen, starving. Ned took out a box of corn flakes and poured milk into a bowl first.

“Milk first, Ned?” Peter asked, shocked.

“What? I’m hungry,” he replied frustrated.

“I know, but that’s just weird!”

As they argued over how to eat cereal, Finn opened his phone and stared at the picture of the sign. A weird feeling of need came over him and he felt like the house was calling to him, though obviously a house has no such power. He typed up the number of the realtor, and pressed call.

“Mike Philipps for Century 21, how may I help?”

“Uh– hi, I… I wanted to inquire about the house for sale on Oak Street?”

“1324 Oak Street, the old Victorian?” Mike asked.

“Y-yes… it says it’s for sale?”

“Well, yes… but the family hasn’t been cooperative with our previous interested buyers.”

“How come?”

“Some weird rumors spreading about it, nothing of substance, really. How would you like to arrange an appointment to see the place?”

“Sure, sir! H-how’s…” Finn fumbled as he checked his calendar and schedule. “How’s tomorrow, Mr. Philipps?”

“Perfect. I’ll inform Mr. Thomas of your interest in the place.”

——–

After a few weeks of negotiating, and talking it out with Ned and Pete, the three friends somehow managed to buy the place at a real low price. Mr. Thomas was an odd man, for sure, and seemed interested in the boys. As the boys headed out of the tour, Alex, Leo and Chad harrassed them again, and Mr. Thomas watched silently. He may not have wanted what happened to the people in this house, but these three kids needed it.

Ned’s dad and his brother Colin came over to help renovate the place. New walls needed to be installed, new windows, new pipes (which Pete took care of with his uncle’s plumbing company), new roofing, all being supervised by Finn, who among the three was the best architect. The three painted the house and about a few months later, they moved in.

“Can’t believe we got this place cheap,” Ned laughed as he carried his stash of comic books in.

“Mind you, this being the Creepy Old Vic, it’s not so creepy now!” Pete added, starting the fire.

“Yeah, guys. We have a place now,” Finn said.

Outside, the three douchebag jocks peered into the window. They’ve made some messes before, but this was gonna be the biggest prank they’ve pulled. Alex ran and switched off the house’s power. All the lights went out. The TV died. Silence and darkness, save the fire.

“Finn, what happened? I thought the electrical stuff was dealt with,” Peter shouted.

“They were-”

“Yo nerds! Need help?” shouted a voice, the sound of smug laughter coming from outside the front door.

“FUCK, it was them!” Ned whispered.

Finn cautiously unlocked and opened the door. Alex pushed him to the ground.

“’Sup, nerd?” Alex grinned, “We wanna play!”

Ned and Pete hid, but they were pulled by the back of their t-shirts, their skinny frames revealed.

“LET US GO!” Peter screamed, trying to break free from Chad.

“What have WE ever done to YOU?” Ned squirmed in Leo’s arms.

“Oh, nothing,” Alex snapped, “Just being nerds is enough.”

As the trio of athletes tied and gagged the three trapped friends, the front door banged shut and locked itself.

“The fuck?” Chad said, running over and trying to open the door.

“We can go through the back bro,” Leo replied. He walked through the kitchen and tried to open the door as well, but it was bolted.

“Bolted here as well?” he asked, as the curtains suddenly moved and closed. Pete spat out the cloth in his mouth.

“It’s the Creepy Old Vic. What did I tell you, Finn?!” he cried.

Finn’s eyes welled up, frightened. Ned was still moving about restlessly. As the three realized they could lose their lives, the fire died out, keeping them all in darkness. Suddenly, Chad felt a punch to the face as he fell to the floor, suddenly getting absorbed into the hardwood as if it were deep water. Leo heard Chad’s fall and ran towards the door, his phone’s torch on.

“Chad? Bro, where you…” his voice trailed off as he saw Chad’s hand sinking into the floor. Alex gasped in horror.

“Chad?”

“Alex–” Leo replied, but he was cut off. He felt the wall grab him, pulling him in, hands gagging his mouth as they dragged him in. The four college students could only stare as Chad’s eyes drowned in the blue concrete. Alex ran and pulled out a knife from the kitchen.

“I’m not afraid of this house!” he shouted as he walked towards the living room, only to find the nerds he tied up missing, the rope and gags strewn around the room.

Alex looked up and saw two green eyes. He was petrified.

“NO!” he screamed as the eyes formed a mouth and swallowed him whole, the three jocks never to be seen again.

——–

The next morning, Ned woke up lying on the floor, in front of the front door. His body ached.

Meanwhile, Peter was in the attic experiencing the same as Ned. Muscles everywhere.

“Woah,” he chuckled, pinching himself as if he was dreaming, but nothing. The muscle didn’t fade.

“I’m a handsome muscular guy?” he mumbled in his… super sexy voice. He stepped out of the tub and admired himself in the mirror. He looked so different, as if he was mixed with Leo. He certainly felt different, and was surprised when he looked down and saw his new, way heftier package.

He grinned.

The bathroom door opened, and two other handsome, well-built guys stood, hands on their hips.

“N-Ned? Peter?”

“Dude, what happened to us?” Pete flexed his arms, smirking and posing the handsome devil he was.

“I dunno, bro, Ned?” Finn replied, and realized he just said bro as if he always said it.

“I told ya it’s the house!” Ned’s voice boomed. “Didn’t you guys see when Chad and Leo were just… absorbed by the house?”

The lights turned back on. The three boys, well, men now, felt a sharp pain in their heads as knowledge of sports, fitness, working out and eating healthily, along with some knowledge of sex and a boost of confidence, filled into their minds, not completely altering who they were, but adapting them to their new physiques.

As they looked at each other, grinning with their new confidence, screams came from the basement. Pete ran down to check what was going on, when he saw a hooded figure surrounding three skinny boys, who were crying for help until the hood transformed into a blanket and covered the trio, the blanket absorbing them into the ground below.

Chad and Finn watched from behind Pete, as he closed the door.

——–

a few days later…

“What now?” Pete asked

“We’re still the same… somewhat. Inside, at least,” Ned responed as he made his pecs dance.

“And our families and classmates?” Pete added.

Ned had an idea. “We need to change names.”

“True,” Pete replied, smiling. “I’m… now Alex.”

“And I’m guessing Ned’s now Chad?” Finn asked, smirking.

Ned nodded.

“Cool, bro, then I’m Leo now,” Finn chuckled.

It felt weird, but it also felt right. Like this was their destiny. Finn’s connection to the house finally made sense, but he had another idea come into his mind too.

“Why don’t we… start our own frat?” Leo beamed.

“A frat?” the two studs looked surprised.

“I mean, why not? We’re hot now, and plus, the house helped us become this,” he smiled as he demonstrated with their bodies. “We could help others just like us.”

Alex nodded, “You’ve got a point, but what would we be called?”

Chad pondered for a moment, thinking through the Greek alphabet. “How about Delta Beta Alpha?”

“Delta Beta Alpha,” Leo repeated. “The change of betas, like who we were, into Alpha men, like who we are now?”

Chad smirked and nodded.

Leo and Alex grinned as well. The house was gonna make some more changes to others like them.

Mr Thomas would be pleased if he ever knew.

#male tf #haunted house tf #nerd to jock #archive #leos-tf-stories

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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heyy….. here’s a JUMPSCARE SUPRISE of the part 2 of the Rookie!Leon x Mentor!Reader!! suprise hehehehe… part 3 up soon if you guys really want it!! I LOVE TEASING YOU GUYS BTW.

Disclaimer: This blog is STRICTLY 18+! Please do not interact with my content or my blog if you’re underaged or don’t have an age indication on your blog! Thank you!

Warnings: SIX year time skip! Slight smut themes, harsh and mean leon, breaking into home, rough leon, mentions of knife and fighting and punching

Mentor!Leon x Rookie! Leon

word count: 2016

The downfall of Raccoon City left you jobless. Hopeless, to be more specific. You felt like you had contacted every agency nationwide, trying to send in very few transcripts of your experience and degree.

You making it out was even shocking. Time goes by so fast that memory fades in and out, and the blinking of lighting in the sky shining against your face makes your eyes shift back to reality. You were always stuck in your thoughts. You have finally been accepted to a training program for special services with the government. The phone call when you were received wasn’t very eventful, and they told you that no matter what experience you had, there were no references, so they can’t just take your word. Three weeks of training, then more compliance training, and maybe you’ll get a desk job.

Just go, and get it over with. The bus ride there is thirty minutes, back and forth. Your arm grabbed at the railing as you stood, walking down the aisle. Your earbuds pressed so far into your ears that you still had an empty gaze. On days like today, when it’s rainy, you are reminded of when you were doing the training, shaping people into articulate cops. Having to face those days was hard, especially as you walked into the tall building where the training occurred.

You pulled the loud music from your ears, being met by the silence of the lobby. Your sneakers squeaked against the floor as you stood at the front desk, the woman with her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose peering up at you.

“Name.”

She spoke in her monotone voice. Her lips smacked at the gum in her mouth.

“Um, Y/N.”

Her head was shaking, her bracelets jangling as she typed into the computer in front of her before standing and pointing down the long hallway.

“All the way down, room 17.”

Your eyes followed her finger to see the open room at the end of the hall; your body was telling you to leave; you know you’re supposed to trust your gut. Yet you continued to walk down the hallway, your head poking into the open room.

A man’s back faced you, his hands reading through a file, utterly oblivious to your presence. He wore black cargo pants. He still leaned forward as his eyes scanned over the papers. His blue shirt looked like it was perfectly made for him, is it wrong to admire? No, right?

“Sorry, am I in the right place?”

You finally spoke up, your hand holding at the strap of your purse. The air grew thin as the man turned to you, his eyes deep and his stare narrowing. You felt like the air had been stolen from your lungs.

“Leon?”

Your voice was on the verge of quivering, with your eyes studying his face. He has matured so much, maybe a little too much. His eyes were darker, and he was much broader, with wider shoulders, and he lost that friendly kiss to his face. You honestly thought he had been dead. You checked the death toll on the private case daily, waiting for it to go up or down

Leon cleared his throat, gaining your attention as he stepped to the center of the room. You placed your bag down by the door, walking to the center. How could he see you and just be silent? You couldn’t tell, but he was burning, his heart ached when he pulled open your file, but he found it funny how the tables turned so quickly.

Leon reached into his back pocket, handing you a small pocket knife before pulling out his own. He craned his neck to the side as you stared down at the knife in your hand, your fingers wrapping around the handle in confusion before your body flew back at Leon swinging his pocket knife in your face. You stared up at him, bewildered as his stance had changed entirely, coming down to turn at you again, your knife meeting his. You pushed him back, a familiar sparkle shining off his teeth as he smirked at you slightly. Sweat formed on both of your foreheads as it felt like you were swinging at each other forever, Leon’s leg coming out, pushing you to your back before he reached down, holding at your arms tightly. Since when did he become so strong? Your throat groaned out of defeat as he pushed his blade inches away from your face. He pushed himself off you, whistling at you to get up. Your knees cracked as you pulled yourself to stand. Leon glared down at you.

“You have to be faster. I shouldn’t have even had the opportunity to kick you to the ground. One bad move, and you have a knife right here.”

Leon’s finger pushed between your eyebrows, a hiss quickly leaving his lips as your blade glazed over his skin. His eyes narrowed at you, and he knew you would be hell to train. The two of you continued to swing at each other, your fists balling up as he knocked the knife from your hand.

“What’s your move, rookie?”

Leon’s voice was so taunting. The way he wasn’t even trying is what pissed you off. He dodged most of your punches but not all of them. Your knuckles came in contact with his, his palm opening to close around your fist. So quickly, you were pressed against his chest, his knife to your throat. Your eyes squeezed in frustration as you felt his hot breath on your neck. His grip didn’t last long, pushing you off him. Your fingers reach up to touch the small trickle of blood off your neck from when he pushed you off him.

“Again, faster.”

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Faster.

Leon’s favorite words.

Exhausted was the only word to describe how you felt. When you trained Leon, you were never this harsh on him; he was a sneaky son of a bitch. Your head is shoved in the pillows of your bed, sprawled out with papers all around the room because Leon quizzes you so randomly that you must be ready.

Leon couldn’t help but stand over you, watching your chest rise and fall. He shook his head before he spun the water in his hand, throwing it down onto your face. You gasped for breath, shooting up and reaching for your gun. Leon marked down a point in his head as he noticed the safety to your gun wasn’t on, your arms flinging as you aimed the gun at him before your eyes fluttered open.

“Leon? Are you fucking.. insane! What if I fucking shot you!”

Your voice rose with every word as your shaky hand pulled at the safety again, laying the gun back down on your bed. Leon snapped his fingers before he clapped his hands together.

“Let’s go. I have a three-mile run for you, now.”

You stared at him, so sleepy. Your head nodded as you flipped him off, standing as he walked towards your bedroom door. His eyes shifted away as you stepped out of bed in the cutest pair of black cotton panties. The conversations between the two of you were short, you never spoke to him, and he never did to you unless it was demands. His back was turned to you as your shaky legs stood, digging through your drawer. You stood in place, staring at the shorts in your drawer before you slammed it shut, crossing your arms as you turned to Leon.

“Leave.”

Leon turned to you, his eyebrows raised. The frustration built in your body as you pointed to the door, your throat growing dry as tears built in your eyes.

“Go! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’ll be at training in the morning. Just leave!”

You screamed, your voice cracking as you rubbed at the bags under your eyes. Walking towards Leon, pushing him out of your room before slamming the floor in his face. Your forehead rested against the door, so sleepy still. Leon stared at the shut door, listening to you lock the door. Leon cursed under his breath as he replayed it all in his head, watching the tears build in your eyes.

It was crazy how easily he shut down all the emotions he felt, his shoes shuffling on the floor as he walked out your front door with a harsh slam.

——

A loud grunt left Leon’s lips as your leg swung under him, dropping him to the floor. Your neck leaned against your shoulders as you cracked it, the pocket knife resting in your hand as you looked down at him. You couldn’t help but laugh as Leon stood, cracking his knuckles.

“Fine, you’ve improved. Is that what you wanna hear, rookie?”

You hummed as you stepped back, wiping the sweat off your forehead and nodding at him with a shrug.

“If I keep putting you on your ass, maybe I'll take your job, huh, Kennedy?”

Leon’s jaw grew tight as he watched you sit down. You were growing overly cocky, and he was right. You were putting him on his ass, you did teach him everything he knows. The two of you sat silently, the air growing tense as Leon scribbled on some papers.

——-

The papers in your hands shook with your trembling body as your eyes had to read over them again.

“DENIED”

In bright red at the middle of the paper, your eyes scanned to the bottom of the page to see Leon’s signature line empty.

Where could you have gone wrong? You were even starting to be so sweet; you’d bring extra water for him every day in case he forgot his and even packed him a lunch once a week.

It’s only five; he doesn’t leave till eight. Even though the doors were locked up front, you knew you could find a way in.

A loud groan fell from your lips at the fall from the window, and your hands staggered to the ground as you stood up. You had to give him a piece of your mind, your arm still holding at your purse as you walked down the hall. Maybe you were crazy breaking into official government offices, but you could always get away with it by blaming Leon.

Coercion.

Your body pushed into his office, throwing the paperwork down onto the desk before turning around and quietly shutting and locking the door.

“Sign it.”

You pointed to the line. Leon stared at your finger before scoffing as he scribbled at the other paperwork before him.

Coercion.

“Sign the paperwork or… I’ll write a letter to your boss that the night you snuck into my house, you and I had sex. When you were supposed to be working.”

You stumbled over your words, your hands flipping at the paperwork in front of you.

Coercion.

Before you could even flip the next page Leon had stood, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat before slamming you into the wall. A loud whimper leaving your lips but was muffled by his much bigger hand covering your mouth.

“God you’re stupid, so fucking stupid..”

Leon lectured as he pressed his hand harder into your mouth and throat, your eyes fluttering as you felt your vision getting hazy.

Knock knock.

Leon’s grip remains on you as he turned his head to the door, his demeanor changing as he put a more professional toned voice on.

“Yeah?”

Heels clicked as the woman tried opening the door, it’s the girl from the front desk.

“Is everything okay? I heard a loud thud.”

Leon’s eyes fixed back on you, so pretty and scared against his hand.

“Everything is perfect. Just dropped some files. You can go.”

Leon listened to her heels walk down the hall way, his stare burning into you before he finally looked over at the paperwork on his desk.

“You want it signed? Work for it.”

Leon whispers in your ear as his much taller form draped over you, pushing you down to your knees.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #re4 leon #re4 remake leon #resident evil smut

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luffyvace · 3 months

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katsuki x male reader hcs

Yeah because yeah. Just yeah. I said I’d do them because yeah, so yeah :)

You being a male doesn’t really difference him he prob never thought of relationships in the first place

he didn’t even remember his classmate’s names at first

so he didn’t expect to come to UA and find a boyfriend at all

His only goal was to become the no. 1 hero

and still is

but now he has you to get to the top with him :)

and yes he will force and push you to do your best because he cares for you and wants you at the top next to him

no matter how lazy you are you’d best get up before he drags you

he prioritizes himself, always

but that doesn’t mean he cares about nothing else!

if someone says smth negative about your relationship……actualIy I highly doubt they’d say smth to his face 😂

this is a world where clock app and powers exist. I doubt people care about what sexuality you are

but for that one jerk that does-

your gonna have to physically stop kats from pummeling them

only joking

but seriously he’ll chew them out about it

it mostly consistent of (empty, but they don’t know that) threats and “mind your own business (calls out feature of theirs that look strange)”

THAT SHOULDN’T BE FUNNY BUT IT KINDA IS

anyway anyway

the “Baku squad” (it’s so strange to say now but let’s roll with it👌) is on your side

mina will also chew them out

denki is recording-

so is sero

kirishima is the one who gets Katsuki to finally walk away

and I mean he has to physically pull him

But outside of that the “baku squad” is very supportive and teasing towards you two

they mostly tease Kats, not you, because

they know he’ll get annoyed

they have to do it then run tho because he threats to blow them up

everytime-

sero and denki are the main victims of this

sometimes kiri joins in

mina mostly records- LOL

your either not there and Mina shows you the video (you tell her to send it to you so you can make fun of him forever)

or your there laughing in the background

if your friends with izuku it ticks him off

he doesn’t want you talking to his competition lol

it’s not him being possessive or anything he doesn’t care who you talk to

it’s just that the topic of izuku in general gets on his nerves

but that’s in like season 1-3 ish

by season 4 and up he’s pretty cool with it or whatever because now he just sees izuku as a person he has to exceed

not a insult punching bag

training together is……there needs to be a new word for brutality because that is NOT enough

seriously he’s not easing up for a second

if you don’t watch your back your getting FRIED

LOLLL

you switch between what training grounds you go to and he always chooses 🤦‍♀️

you have to have like a million water breaks because you always get so tired from how he relentlessly attacks you

no matter what approach you take 8.5 times out of 10 he wins

unless your on izuku, Todoroki, tokoyami level

or if your intelligent enough to outsmart him (bro you gotta get creative because don’t think for one second he’s too stupid to catch on)

at this point always assume he knows your plan/next move

because 70% of the time? He does.

it doesn’t matter what your quirk is or what you can physically do (as far as fighting and flexibility) you train in every aspect

so like rescue, fighting, timed bomb, etc

and yes you do get scolded by him

if your better than him tho!

He loves you and your his boyfriend butttt…

he low key sees you as competition too..

😅🤷‍♀️

he’s proud of you and confident in your abilities

he’ll even rely on you to go separate ways to defeat villains

but he still need to surpass you bro..

he’s not settling for 2nd place just because he loves you 😬🤷‍♀️

cooking together is fun if your good at it !!

otherwise…..

if your skilled in cooking you have your portion and he has his that he needs to cook

whoever finishes first does the plating

he likes cooking with you cuz you know what your doing

he doesn’t have to yell instructions

but if you don’t know..

yeah like I just said he’s yelling instructions

i sincerely hope you don’t burn the food

he’s kicking you out the kitchen 😐

your permanently banned💗 (you and denki twinning- joking!!)

spicy foods is definitely a thing

like 80% of his dishes have spice

so I sure hope you like that

otherwise I hope you can cook because you making your own meals

I mean he can make some without spice for you

but don’t bug him too much (asking for too many things like “oh and peppers, oh and onion, oh and garlic oh and-“)

studying together is like him studying with kirishima but 0.20% gentler

btw

if you have a messy dorm he scolds you and refuses to go in your dorm until you clean it

he’s germaphobic so he acts like your entire room is diseased 😀

if he can’t convince you to clean it he’ll get in there one day and do it himself

only if he has free time

and only because he can’t stand the thought that those germs exist

it bothers him even if he never sets foot in there🧍‍♀️

like seriously he gets the creepy crawlies just knowing they exist

He’s for sure not letting you in his dorm

if that’s the way you leave your own dorm….what’ll you’ll do to his??

how you present yourself shows who you are

so if he sees that when you first start dating??

yeah he’s going to reconsider dating you

if your relationship were to get serious he’d have to live with that !!

ain’t no way

he’d rather find out now and either nip it in the bun or end it😬🥲

if you keep your dorm clean he’s way more likely to go in there with you

to like chill you feel me?

him texting you/how he texts :3

”wya”

”we need more spices for dinner can you pick up some”

”where’s dofus he left my dorm disgusting.” (dofus is denki)

“What movie are we watching” (it’s time for movie night—it was a surprise)

”I’m going to the store do you need anything?”

”text me the grocery list”

”I told you to stop asking me for homework answers. If you’d do it yourself you wouldn’t fail your tests.”

“tell weird hair to answer my text”

”meet me at _____” (either a surprise date or to train, depends on location)

”do you want some ____” — “are your sure because I’m not giving you any if you ask for mine” — “I got you your own don’t ask me for nothing”

he texts really straight forward

also, a period at the end means he’s mad 👍

he uses abbreviations when needed but prefers to type it out because he’s not lazy

Lol-

These were fun!! Enjoy!!

Kats>>

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ghostadjacentfae · 2 years

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Okay so I’ve got a bit of a kinda sorta really specific af idea that I am 90% I’ll never get to despite loving to bits so imma throw it to the wild and maybe some of you will like parts of it too. Okay? Okay.

Basic version: DP x DC prompt where Danny’s gotten deaged as part of another bid for the power of Ghost King. The title that Danny now is heir to. Jazz takes the now like 4-to-8 year old Danny, who barely remembers anything besides Jazz Good and Vlad Bad, and flees to Gotham to find help from somebody that Vlad won’t expect them to seek out help from. To leave Danny with while she goes into the Ghost Zone herself to look for help/a solution.

Longer one where I’ve gone a little very insane:

DP x DC prompt where Vlad’s deaged Danny as part of another bid for the power of Ghost King. The title that Danny now has/is heir to. Either reveal gone wrong when trying to explain because how do they hide this or no reveal at all, just Jazz grabbing her even-littler-than-usual brother and booking it because there’s no time to explain if they’re to keep Danny way from Vlad. Couldn't go into the zone bc for as many allies as Danny has there, there's also so many enemies that could intercept them before they could reach those allies to inform that help is needed (and who knows, maybe the parent's Fenton removed access to their portal from their kiddos for some reason). Danny is still halfa obvs but he doesn’t remember any details about anything. Jazz is Home. Creepy vampire man Bad. Furries in black with masks Do Good (and Jazzy tells him to trust them so he will). Clowns Very Bad.

In Gotham, Jazz doesn't try the keeping low thing. Well she does; not using anything besides cash and fake names, ancients what she wouldn’t do for a shower but places want credit cards goddamnit, to not bring attention on them from Vlad. Maybe she’s got a burner to get updates from Sam and Tucker on, about the status of Amity or if they’ve gotten anywhere on their end of the search for a solution, but they all know Vlad is watching them so they don’t know where she and Danny are or what she’s doing. Which is that she goes out at night looking for the bats and birds on purpose to get help for her brother, making waves in the rumour mill but staying hidden during the day. It takes a while; longer than they have time for really and she gets more stupidly desperate. Danny’s with her for every stupid stunt, usually hidden for safety but never so far that she can’t get to him if in seconds if it turns out they’ve gotten tracked down. She won’t run the risk of leaving him in their safe house of the day without her to come back and find him gone.

She decided on Bats rather than Supers or others bc an overshadowed superhero??? Bad. The bats and birds are either Entities not unlike she and Danny are (liminal!jazz agenda my beloved (honestly most of amity park but that’s not quite relevant here)) and thus immune, or they're very trained regular people. Those can still pack a punch but it's not something she can't fight against if they can’t actually be trusted. Not something she hasn't already fought against in the months she’s been in Team Phantom. Not something she hasn’t already fought against while making her escape with Danny.

Leaving Danny with them is going to take every ounce of trust she can muster.

She finds Red Robin or Nightwing first I think and gives the most bare bones of an explanation. Doesn't mention deaged, simply at-risk heir to The Throne Of Infinity and there's a bid for the crown right now by a man that’ll be another tyrant, and "by the ancients, you need to protect him. I'm the best he's got right now but I can't keep him safe and find our allies". That they aren’t metas but there’s too much to explain. "Maybe Danny will explain if he can but just. It'd be so much simpler if we had super powers. Wouldn't have to worry about enemies overshadowing anyone to get them to shoot us if we were all just metas."

She’s got a bag of Tech, just whatever she and Danny could grab and Go. And a third of it lost when Jazz dropped half of hers in order to pick up Danny to run faster. Think nearly finished schematics, a blaster or two, one Specter Deflector, what may or may not just be a toaster, and crammed into his bug-bag. Or school backpack. A corner of the bag is green with dried ectoplasm from a broken vial that got shattered in the mad dash.

(I’m a little attached to it being Tim she leaves Danny with. Maybe he tries to pawn him off on one of his brothers, but Danny's already like, imprinted on him. Very "YOU promised Jazz to keep me safe. Jazz left me with YOU >:C" y’know? Or cuz she stressed so very much that he cannot be left without someone guarding him, and bats don't exactly want identity reveal he can't really be left in the cave under the watch of Agent A since Alfred needs to do other things, he gets handed around a little bit between them as heroes only and it's just Timmy's bad luck that he really likes this clever snarky little bean 's the one stuck with Danny on the occasion that plot happens. I just like Tim & Danny time.)

I'm thinking plot tool of Jazz with one of Wulf's claws? As a thing that lets her get into the Zone without portal access or the speeder after finding a Bat to leave Danny with. But no control of where she'll show up, hence not using it when their parents portal wouldn’t work. It Works Like That™ because I Say So™, tho if you have a less mystery McGuffin reliant idea this is by no means obligatory. Just an excuse on a silver platter.

Also tiny Danny, barely awake, trying to grab Jazz and saying not to go cuz it's dangerous/he needs her, only for his hand to go intangible through her. Did I mention yet that he doesn’t have control of his powers?

And of course, Vlad tracks Danny down.

And he’s big bad.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #batman dc #well. ghost prince. but that's semantics #dpxdc

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{Train Wreck} Azriel x Cassian!Sister {Pt.1}

I am in love with this song, Train Wreck by Divide the Day and cannot get it out of my head. I feel like Azriel loves a good broken girl because she can relate to all of him. So here is the first part of that! Enjoy my loves!! lmk what you think!! (i got too excited waiting for the poll to end)

Word Count: 7,947

Warnings: Modern AU, OFC, angst, mentions of crimes, mentions of trauma, language, alcohol.

Summary: It has been far too long since Ira has seen her brother. They meet again under neither of their own terms and struggle to find any room in their hearts for pleasantries. But at least there is a hot, dark-haired, hot, buffer to focus on instead.

Tagging: @bubybubsters @librafairy @needylilgal022

Part Two

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“He’s going to say no.” No response from the peanut gallery in the front seat. “Seriously, he’s not going to be okay with this. You might as well let me out of the car now.”

“Will you just be quiet?” Arthur snapped, eyes locking with mine from the rearview mirror. “Need I remind you that this is your fault. You’ve left us with no other option.”

“I told you, it wasn’t me. That was-” “Cal, I remember the story. And that’s all that it is. A story, a fabrication that Arthur and I are no longer going to be entangled in. You may be able to fool the police with that lie, but you can’t fool us, Ira,” Dana snapped, whirling around to shoot me some daggers. She couldn’t look intimidating if she tried; her face was like a bunny, and every time she frowned it just looked like she smelled something rotten.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. There was no way he was going to take me. We hadn’t spoken in almost five years, I didn’t even know he was alive until three months ago when I heard about his engagement. How fucking rude of him not to tell me. I had to find out through a friend of a friend.

Fifteen years growing up together meant nothing to him, I guess.

The big riverside house came into view at the end of an equally impressive driveway. A shame for whoever had to go and collect the mail every morning.

“Stay here, in the car,” Arthur barked.

I opened the door and got out of the car, kicking a few stones. Man this place was flashy; a big fountain in the circular driveway, a line of cars over by a garage. Not to mention the very obvious multi-million dollar mansion that never seemed to end.

“Lord, give me the strength to not strangle this child,” Arthur sighed, marching to the front door. I snickered, he was always so uptight.

“Not a child, Arthur,” I countered. “Just turned 21. You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up.”

“Give it a rest, Ira. We’re trying to help you since you clearly don’t understand the basic human morals of being a functioning member of society,” Dana said, opening the trunk, catching a bag as it tumbled from the stack.

“Sorry that I don’t like to conform to the idealistic fantasy that is modern society.”

Was it my plan to break into that restaurant and pose as waiters to make a few extra dollars? Yes, it absolutely was. And it was genius plan that if someone didn’t fuck up, it would’ve worked flawlessly. It ended with me in handcuffs and my ass sitting on the curb until Dana came to pick me up.

Was it also my idea to drive four fucking hours away from my hometown to the middle of nowhere to be babysat? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

“Get your stuff,” Dana dropped a few things to the ground.

I came around the side of the car and heard the door open, and that lovely voice of his ring through my head.

Great. This is going to go fantastic.

“Arthur? W-What are you doing here?” Cassian said.

Cassian, six-foot-five and one hell of a bastard. He knew just how to get under your skin and make you want to punch him in the face. Which I had done on more than one occasion when he dug too deep.

“Cassian, good to see you,” the old man said, extending his hand. “We uhh… we have something for you.”

“I don’t understand.”

I could hear the crunch of gravel and I knew what was about to happen. Any second now I was about to be publicly humiliated. I wish it was still the 1500’s where they parade you down the street and then execute you so I could at least see all the resentment on everyone’s faces.

“Dana!” I could practically hear that obnoxious grin in his voice before I could see it. “I was not expecting you guys, come in this is so awesome to-”

“She’s not the surprise, Cass,” Arthur clapped him on the shoulder and walked to the back of the car. There was a sharp yank on my elbow and I damn near tripped over him. He must’ve grown again because he was a lot taller than the last time I saw him. “She is.” “Ira?” He squinted, as if he could ever mistake me for someone else. “Holy shit, I didn’t even know you were still around.” “You’d know that if you ever bothered to check up on me,” I couldn’t be bothered to be pleasant. Nothing about this would be fucking pleasent.

Cassian looked from Arthur to Dana, then back to me. And to the duffle bag that I was holding on to. I could see him connecting the dots inside his thick-ass skull. “No. No no no.”

“Cassian, she needs someone to look after her,” Dana expressed, chasing after him when he turned inside.

“You cannot just plop her on my doorstep like some stray dog,” Cass shouted, throwing his arms in the air and all around.

“She’s your sister, for fucks sake,” Arthur joined. “She needs you to look after her. Since you left Ira has done nothing but cause me a headache and gray hairs.”

“I’m right here, you know,” I walked over, throwing the bag down. “And I’d appreciate if you talked about me like a fucking human being, not some gag gift that is always shuffled around at christmas because no one wants it.”

“I have a family to take care of, I cannot take you in, Ira. I have too much going on.”

“Some things never change,” I huffed. “See, I told you he wouldn’t give me the time of day.”

“Now, let's just take this down a couple of notches, okay? It has been a long drive so why don’t we just go inside and-”

“Cass? What’s going on?”

Cassian scrunched his face, and my eyes went to the door, a pretty woman standing there with her arms folded. She had a scowl on her face and narrow eyes. Her long brown hair was braided over her shoulder.

“Nothing, these people were just-”

“Who’s here?” Another voice, a man, asked next. Now, if I had died and gone to heaven and you told me that was an angel, I’d believe you.

Cassian muttered something under his breath and rubbed his forehead. “Nesta, Rhys, this is Arthur and Dana. My foster parents from years ago. And this… this is my sister.”

“Your sister?” Both of them exclaimed at the same time. He didn’t even tell them about me? Some fucking brother he is. I didn’t want to be here, but now I really wanted to see where this was going to go. It could be entertaining.

“They were just-” “Come in come in,” the man stepped down and shook Arthur's hand. “I am Rhysand, call me Rhys. Welcome, we are so pleased to have you. Cassian never mentioned having visitors today.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Dana let out the fakest laugh I’ve ever heard. She was one of those people who, when nervous, laughed after every sentence. Like come on lady, grow a set and just say what you really mean it’s not that hard.

I smiled victoriously as Arthur and Dana were escorted inside. When I looked up at Cassian, he had rage in his eyes. “Good to see you too, Cassie.”

“Do not,” he pointed at me. “You are not staying here, whenever this little tour is over, you’re gone with them.”

“Gladly.”

I closed the trunk and followed behind a storming Cassian. His shoulders might as well have been pinned to his ears. It looked like a stick was shoved up his ass.

The house was absolutely massive. I thought shit like this only existed in fairytales, not… wherever the fuck we were. Certainly not my normal run-down streets I was used to. There were cabinets filled with fine dishes and things were on display. Everywhere. I don’t think I have seen so many things before in my life.

While Cassian pouted in the corner, the man named Rhys showed us all around. He pointed and spoke, but I received a text on my phone.

Cal: your a piece of shit I hope you know that

Me: You’re* but it’s fine.

Cal: i cannot believe you fucking left me

Me: Whoops. Sorry bud, I couldn’t stick around. You dicked me over so… guess that karma’s a bitch.

Cal: you know I’m bad with names

Me: WE USED EACH OTHERS!!!!!! HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO FORGET MY NAME!

Cal: hopefully pretty fucking easy because I don’t ever want to fucking see you ever again. fuck you ira

Me: Right back atcha, asshole.

Great, now the only person that I had remotely trusted was out of my life. I had no one back in my hometown. No one to remember or care for me. I don’t think I ever had someone in the first place. What happens when you don’t have anyone to teach you right from wrong? What do you get when you mix a traumatized teenager in a city with nothing to do? A hot mess. A hot fucking mess.

“Oh, and this is my wife Feyre. My darling, this is Arthur, Dana, and Ira, Cassian’s foster parents and his sister,” Rhys spared me a glance and I scrunched my face. Had Cassian really never bothered to tell them about me?

“Wow,” she had a small smile on her pretty face. Why was everyone here so pretty? “You look just like him. You both have the same eyes. And the same hair.”

“Great, what I’ve always wanted to be. Cassian's clone.” I couldn’t stop the eye roll.

“Ira,” Dana hissed. “Some manners?”

“Thank you, your Royal Highness.”

Dana smacked her forehead, mumbling something about gray hairs and a headache again. I chuckled. I thought it was funny. Especially the curtsy.

“Why don’t you all stay for dinner, I wouldn’t mind getting to know some of Cassian’s family,” Feyre said, that small smile still on her lips. We had all meandered outside to look at their yard, at the fountain in the front of the house.

To no one's surprise, there was a matching one in the back by the pool.

“Oh, we really have to get back on the road,” Arthur said, folding his hands together and swaying on his feet. “It was a pleasure getting to meet all of you, it makes me happy knowing that Cassian has found such a great group of successful, intelligent people.”

That last part was vehemently directed at me.

“Why are you looking at me? Cassian already said that I couldn’t stay.”

“Well I am sure that-”

“Why wouldn’t you stay?” Rhys asked, folding his arms against his chest.

I looked at Dana and Arthur, patiently waiting for someone to explain it. No takers? Guess it’s my time to shine. “Well, I think it’s because he doesn’t give a flying fuck about-”

“Okay okay,” Cassian interjected, and a devious grin spread across my lips. “Stay for dinner.”

What a two faced son of a bitch. It wasn’t me who decided to leave, it was him. And he’s pissed at me? Not fucking fair. We all went inside, but Cassian lingered at the back of the pack. While Rhys took Dana and Arthur around to the kitchen, Cassian yanked me– why was everyone throwing me around– into a room off to the side.

“What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Wow, Cassie-”

“Do not call me that.”

He used to hate it when I called him Cassie. Especially around his friends because they would make fun of him for days after. I loved that.

“No hi, how are you? No ‘it's good to see that my sister is alive and doing well?’” “Clearly not well enough since they dragged you all the way out here. How the hell did you even find me?” Cassian’s eyes were full of fire. Looks like he still had that canyon of a line between his bushy-ass-eyebrows when he was upset.

“I know a guy,” I shrugged. Antoine is an amazing man. “But that’s besides the point. Wait… were you purposefully trying to disappear so I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

I swallowed, I hated when he scolded me. “It wasn’t even that bad. They just gave me community service.”

“Jesus Christ, Ira. What did they want to give you?” Cassian shouted for the whole house to hear.

“Doesn’t matter, I got myself out of it. Like I always do, without your fucking help. I am capable of taking care of myself without you.”

“Yeah you seem to be doing a swell job,” Cassian looked me up and down, clearly judging my tangled hair and ripped up jeans that I’ve probably had since middle school. “I thought all of this was behind you, Ira. When I left you were-”

“Abandoned. You didn’t leave, you abandoned me.”

Cassian relaxed his shoulders. “You know if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve.”

“No you wouldn’t have.” I was waiting for him to argue, to deny that fact. But he didn’t, and his haunting silence was enough of an answer. I scoffed, a hard, bitter noise. “You know I don’t blame you, no one would want to take a juvenile delinquent anywhere, especially somewhere like this place.”

“Ira-” “Save you’re fucking breath, Cass. You don’t have to pretend around me, you’ve never had to. Just play along with it for one night and I’ll be gone by the morning. Then I won’t have to be your liability to shoulder ever again.”

I didn’t wait around to see his response. Somewhere deep inside I was actually excited to see him. To meet the person my scrawny, gangly brother had turned into. Now he was… a man. Like a real man. I never thought I’d see him with long hair, but here we are. He was tall and muscular and had long hair. Shoulder length, but the longest I’ve ever seen it. It suited him.

He looked healthy. He looked happy. For fucks sake he was engaged. Albeit to the most terrifying looking woman I’ve ever seen, but they looked like they somehow worked. I feel like Nesta and I would be great friends. Cause a lot of trouble together. Piss off Cass together

I found Dana and Arthur with glasses of wine around a large table, two other women that I hadn’t met yet.

“Ahh, this is her,” Rhys stood up, putting his hands on my shoulders. “This is Ira, Cassian’s sister.”

“After all this time,” a pretty blonde woman spoke, looking at me from head to toe. “Who knew Cassian could keep you a secret.”

“You look just like him,” a girl who looked similarly to Feyre said, eyes wide. “I’m Elain. And that’s Morrigan.”

“Mor is fine, dear,” Mor smiled, coming over to me and Rhys. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”

“Absolutely,” I grinned, linking her elbow with mine when she offered. I knew Cassian had walked into the room because of his massive feet against the floor. He said something, but I didn’t care because I was giggling with Mor as we rounded a corner to a set of stairs.

“I know Elain said this already, but fuck you look like Cassian,” she laughed, opening a room and revealing a giant bed with a balcony on the other side of some french doors.

“It gets really fucking annoying,” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have something I could change into, do you?”

“Oh, of course. Let's go find you something. You were saying about Cassian?”

“Right, it’s a constant reminder of that prick every time I look in the mirror.”

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”

“Trouble in a goddamn nightmare,” I groaned, sitting on the corner of her bed while she rummaged through a closet. “I mean, it has been five years since I’ve seen the guy, and he still looks like the same idiot who used to pay me to do his laundry.”

“He what?” Mor gasped.

“Yeah. He threw one red sock in with the whites and vowed to neer do it again. So I, the natural entrepreneur, snagged up the opportunity to take his allowance. Five bucks a wash was a good deal considering he needed to have a load done twice a week. And god did it smell.”

“Well, in the five years since I’ve known him, it hasn’t gotten any better. And suddenly it makes a lot more sense when I see Rhys doing more laundry than anyone else. Interesting.”

I shook my head. I guess things haven't really changed. I’ve been saying that way too much in the past half hour we’ve been here. Could this go any slower? Like seriously, why couldn’t Dana and Arthur leave, then I would pretend to be good for a few hours until the sun goes down. I’ll make my way to the nearest bus stop and hitch-hike it all the way back.

Mor came out and held up a gorgeous top; it was a powder blue color with a square neckline and long, puff sleeves. She tossed it my way and then ran back in there for something on the bottom.

“What’s your style? Skirt? Jeans? Leggings?” Mor called, and by the muffled noise, I could tell her closet was huge.

A dream.

“I’ll take a skirt if you have one,” I said, rubbing the fabric between my fingers. “Leather maybe? Or just black.”

“You’ve got good taste,” she smirked, coming out and handing me a black leather skirt. “Exactly what I would’ve gone with. The bathroom is right through there, I’m gonna head back down stairs and just come down whenever you’re ready. Oh, and if you want to do your hair, everything is in the drawer in the vanity. The big one on the right.”

I looked at her with soft eyes. I’ve always wanted to have a sister to do all that girly shit with. To gossip and do makeup at three in the morning, giggling and laughing until we can’t breathe.

But I can’t get too attached. She’s clearly just being nice, just being a good person. I know nothing about her, I can’t just trust her.

So I nodded, heading off and closing the door behind me. Fuck. This was a big ass bathroom. A huge freestanding tub and an equally impressive shower.

I shed my shirt and folded it up haphazardly, same with my jeans. The shirt she gave me made my boobs look fantastic. There wasn’t a ton there, but more than enough to fill out the shirt. The skirt was a bit of a different story. Clearly Mor had never been to a gym because there was no way my ass was fitting in that.

Thankfully I had learned a trick from a friend. That friend was the internet. And that trick was a skill I had developed from stealing whatever clothes I could get my hands on. I had to make it work somehow. But I found a hair tie and looped it through the hole where the button was in the middle, hooking it around the button and back through.

As good as it was going to get.

My hair wasn’t awful, just a little greasy and wind blown from being outside. There was some dry shampoo and a comb. It would do the trick.

Much like everyone has already pointed out, the hair that Cassian and I shared was a little unruly. It only curled through the ends and was wavy the rest of the way. And the baby hairs? Forget about it, I was better just cutting them off.

I looked in the mirror. Well… it was certainly an outfit. I definitely had an appropriate amount of clothes on my body for a family dinner. The shirt only came up to my underboob and the skirt barely covered where my ass met my thighs.

It did wonders for my self confidence. Guess it’ll have to do.

When I got back downstairs, there was a light chatter in the air. But it stopped the second I walked in the room. Especially when Dana saw what I was wearing.

No one spoke as I sat down and poured some water from the pitcher into my glass. I made sure to make my sip as obnoxious and dramatic as possible. Man I was starving.

Thankfully conversation between Rhys, Feyre, and Dana resumed and the silence wasn’t eating me alive. I took out my phone and scrolled through instagram, posting a picture of a lake I had taken on my up here. It was a semi nice drive, very peaceful, but very very far from the shit-hole I used to call home.

“How do all of you know each other?” Arthur asked.

“Well I met Cassian when we were in high school, as well as our other friend Azriel. We made a deal with each other that when we graduate, we would do everything in our power to become the most powerful business owners we could. As you can see, that little pact is working quite well.” “How long have you lived here?” Dana asked next, clearly eyeing up Rhys.

“For about three years now?” Mor answered, Rhys nodded. “We kind of all found each other on the same paths and stuck together. We sort of own and share everything around here.”

“That is lovely,” Dana smiled. “And what do you do?”

“I own a casino and a neighboring hotel,” Rhys smiled. All the alarm bells were going off in my head. A big cartoon ‘cha-ching’ right there with it. He ran a casino? And a hotel? Oh boy this could be good. “Cassian runs the whole thing, and Azriel kind of has his own thing.”

“Who’s Azriel?” Arthur unfolded the napkin and laid it across his lap.

“He is our other friend,” Cassian butted in, lips pressed in that line that I remembered. “He’ll be by later.”

“Great,” I rolled my eyes. “More people.”

“Will you please be polite for once in your life?” Dana whisper-yelled, clearly not being discrete enough since everyone looked at us.

I just shut my mouth, grinding my teeth. It’s not worth it, it's not worth it, I told myself. A few moments later, a large tray with some type of bird on it came out. It was too big to be a chicken, but too small to be a turkey? Duck maybe? I don’t know, it didn’t matter. It was food.

Everyone around me took their time while I ate like a heathen. Putting a little bit of everything on my plate and scarfing it down like someone was going to take it away from me.

It was so funny to see the look of pure hatred and disgust on Cassian’s stupid face.

I swear, pissing off a sibling, especially an older one, has got to be the most satisfying thing in the world. Except for maybe sex. That was a close second.

And whatever this food was was a close third.

“So, Ira. What do you like to do?”

Here we go.

“I kind of have many hobbies.” I could see Cassian’s eyes narrow from across the table.

“Like?” Rhys stuck a green bean in his mouth.

“Uhh, f-fashion. And I’m very good at handling money. Other people's money. As well as picking locks and hotwiring cars-”

“She’s joking,” Cassian gave the fakest laugh– besides Dana’s– that I’ve ever heard. “We used to play cops and robbers when we were little, she always wanted to be the robber.”

“Did I?’”

“Yes,” he practically growled. “You did.”

This was crazy. This was actually crazy to be doing this right now. If I had any particular feeling about the things I did, guilty and ashamed were not some of them. Who gave a fuck if I stole from Walmart or faked being a waitress to make a few extra bucks? If anything they should be thanking me for the extra set of hands. Which they didn’t have to pay for.

It wasn’t like I stole the Mona Lisa for fucks sake.

“I guess I did.”

“What was Cassian like growing up? I can only imagine some of the stories you have,” Nesta chimed in from next to Cassian.

“Oh my god one time, Cassian was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich-”

“Do not-”

“And he thought that the peanut butter was in the fridge for some reason. Turns out he grabbed a bottle of dijon mustard and used that instead. He took one bite and threw up everywhere. It took Dana a week to get the smell out of the kitchen.”

Everyone grimaced, poking fun at Cassian for making a jelly-mustard sandwich. “I guess that explains the nausea every time I make one.”

“You still can’t stomach even the smell?” My eyes were a little wide. That had to have been from when we were still in elementary school.

“Nope,” Cassian’s tone was harsh, fork forceful as it went into his mouth.

“Ira told me that you used to pay her to do your laundry because you fucked it up one time,” Mor snickered from her corner, Elain covering her lips with her hand to keep the water inside her mouth.

“Seriously?” Cassian glared at me.

“Hey, she asked. Those are trade sibling secrets, I wouldn’t dare give those away without something in return,” I gestured to my new outfit. Just and FYI, I would’ve told Mor regardless.

“Yes you would.”

Yes, I absolutely would. “Lighten up,” here it comes, “Cassie.”

Cheers and laughs raised in the air, Rhys punching Cassian in the shoulder and saying the nickname over and over again. He gave me the nastiest look, but I just tipped my glass towards him.

“What is everyone laughing about?” A new voice said from over my shoulder. When I turned to look… holy mother of Jesus fucking-

“Azriel,” Rhys, still in a fit of laughter. “Listen to this. Our beloved Cassie used to pay his sister to do his laundry. And I found out the reason he runs away whenever any of us set peanut butter on the counter.”

“Sister?”

Okay, I was surely in heaven. Or hell, and he was some sort of demon prince because… someone help me. If I thought Rhys was attractive then… fuck he’s hot. Unnaturally hot. Otherworldly hot.

“Azriel, this is my sister. Ira,” Cassian gestured to me without looking. “This is Azriel.”

He was so hot. That was the only thing going through my mind. He was exactly my type. And he was fucking ripped. I could tell. I didn’t need to see under the shirt he was barely wearing. It was so tight in all the right places. Fuck he was pretty to look at.

“Nice to meet you,” I tumbled out.

Azriel gave a not-so-subtle look at me, but didn’t say anything as he moved to sit with us. Unfortunately he sat on the other side of Mor, who was to my left so I wouldn’t be able to look at him. That’s all I wanted to do was just drink him in and think about those massive fucking hands on my-

A sharp kick to my shin had me wincing. When I looked up, Cassian met my heated gaze.

Don’t even think about it, he mouthed, sliding a thumb across his throat.

One raise of my eyebrow told him I was up for the challenge. I could see his jaw clench, and that only made me more enticed. Azriel was hot, and so was I. I’d make it happen one way or another.

I couldn’t have told you what happened next, I was far too busy thinking about Azriel. Man he was… he was so fucking good looking. He had these lighter colored eyes, hazel I think. And a dark mess of hair. I’m sure he looked like a Greek god under those clothes of his, too.

“And you’re engaged? That’s wonderful, Cassian. I am so happy for you,” Dana gushed while looking at Nesta’s ring. “Congratulations, you two. Do you have a date picked out?”

“No,” Nesta said sternly. “We are just going to wait things out. Until both of us feel ready.”

Cassian nodded, not offering up any words.

“What would you guys like for dessert?” Rhys asked, listing off a few options. I stopped paying attention after chocolate cake because who would want to hear anything else?

“I’m afraid we better get on the road, it is a long drive back to our home. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious,” Arthur stood up from the table, shaking Rhys’s hand. “Cassian, a word, please?”

With a deep breath, Cassian stood up and followed the old man out of the room.

“Okay, now that he’s gone, can we all agree that there is something wrong with him? I’ve never seen him so… so rigid in my life,” Mor blew out air from her lips, shaking her head.

“I think I better uhh… better explain a little bit.” My heart sped up a bit. “Dana and Arthur are kind of fed up with me so they’re just gonna take off. And leave me here. But don’t worry, I’m just gonna find a bus stop in the morning and be gone before any of you wake up. No biggie.”

The room was silent except for my fork scratching on the plate. When I looked up, everyone was looking at me funny.

“Ira, what? They’re gonna leave you here?” “It is a long story. And they think I need a role model to get my life together. Why Cassian is that role model I’ll never understand because the last I knew of him he was just as irresponsible as I was.”

Rhys took a sip of wine, “How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

“Five-six years now I think? I don’t know, I stopped counting after eight months,” I shrugged. Truth is I haven’t stopped counting the days since he left. I took a big piece of this chocolate cake into my mouth. “Fuck, this is good.”

“What happened?”

“We are lightyears away from you being able to ask that,” I laughed. “No offense but, it’s none of your fucking business.”

Again, the room was silent, except for a small snort at the end of the table. It wasn’t Elain because she was so red she looked like she was gonna pass out. And the only other one was Azriel.

“Hint taken,” Rhys pressed his lips in a flat line. “Well, you are Cassian’s family, so you are always welcome in our home.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me to be. I’ll figure it out, I always have. It’ll be like I was never here,” I took another forkful and shoved it in. Damn, I was gonna miss this cake. “So, Rhys, you own a casino and a hotel. What do the rest of you do?”

“Well, Cassian runs the casino and hotel,” Rhys pointed out again. “Azriel owns and runs the adjacent club attached. We basically have our own empire here.”

“Sounds fun,” I smirked. He owned a club? Could he get any hotter? “What about you Mor.”

“I am the best fucking bartender this place has seen,” her grin matched my own. “And I model here and there.” “Badass.” “I have an art studio. I teach classes and do some workshops,” Feyre said. “But most of the time I am at home with our son Nyx. He is… he’s a handful. A spoiled handful.”

“Hey,” Mor said, “to be fair, he is the first kid in our group, what did you expect?”

“He’s barely two, he doesn’t need designer clothes that he won’t fit into after a few months anyway. It's a waste of money.”

“Feyre, darling, I don’t know if you’ve looked around, but we kind of have a lot of money. It could use some wasting,” Rhys patted her thigh under the table.

I can only hope to have enough financial security to be able to say sentences like that. They could probably retire right now, all of them, and never make a dent in their fortune. Lucky bastards.

“What is it that you do, Ira?” Azriel poked his head from around Mor.

“Oh,” fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the hell was I supposed to say? Certainly the fact that I commit petty crimes won’t go over well. “I’ve had a lot of jobs. I don’t have a set career yet.”

“So hot-wiring cars is just a hobby then?”

A stream of water shot out of Mor’s mouth and onto the table. How did he even hear that?

“It’s a skill. Don’t come crying to me when your battery dies and you don’t wanna pay a hundred and fifty dollars for Triple A to come and pick up your ass,” I deflected. Another skill I had built up over the years.

“And the locks?” Wow, he was kind of an asshole with supersonic hearing. I could see why he and Cassian hung around together.

“I was a locksmith,” I mustered up my best smile and scooted my chair so I was sitting at an angle.

“Ah, so it wasn’t just the ‘cops and robbers’ you and Cassie used to play growing up. Good to know,” Azriel wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. He stood up, saying something about having to leave because he had to open up. Just as he was walking by, I stuck my toe into the walkway and he tripped over me.

Azriel all but went through the wall, Cassian coming around at the last second and catching his arm.

“You alright?” He asked as Azriel straightened himself out.

“Yup. Fine.” The glare he gave me sent a shiver down my spine and a smirk curled at my lips. Two can play that game, mother fucker.

I, very gracefully, scratched the corner of my nose with my middle finger. He got the message. But so did Cassian.

“Your stuff is in the driveway. Go get it and meet me upstairs.” Cassian looked so pissed off. His shoulders were pinned to his ears again as he stalked away, that silence settling back in the room.

“Guess that’s my cue to get a move on. Thank you everyone, a pleasure to meet you all,” I said with a genuine tone. They were all cool, and some part of me wishes I could have what they all have. Trust in one another.

The three duffle bags and backpack were not light as I carried them up the stairs, trying not to knock over all the decorations and pictures on the wall. One of them didn’t survive. It crashed all the way down and shattered on the hardwood floor. Cassian cursed from somewhere.

With a thud, I let go of all the bags in some random room at the end of the hall. It was barely big enough to call a hobbit hole. There wasn’t a window or a real bed, just some cot with a pillow and a blanket. “Glamourous.”

“It’s the best that I could do,” Cassian all but rolled his eyes.

“A couch would’ve been better,” I plopped down on the taught fabric, bouncing a little. “Sorry about the frame.” “It’s fine,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, Ira I’m sorry about how I left you.” “Yeah well apologies don’t mean a fucking thing to me unless you fix it, Cassian,” I folded my arms over my chest. “And for the record, I would’ve understood if you would’ve just fucking told me what was going on. Instead, not only did you not tell me, you ghosted me.” “I know.” I just blinked up at him, waiting for an explanation. “Well?”

Nothing. Not even a strangled breath. “I just had to.”

“That’s the best you can do? Are you seriously still that fucking thick in the head?” “I didn’t have a choice, Ira,” he shouted.

“Yes,” I nodded. “You absolutely had a choice. You could’ve at least left me a fucking note with a number on it so I could talk to you. You were all I had, Cass. All I fucking had and you just disappeared. What did you expect me to do?"

Cassian shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d get yourself together and make it out too. Build your own empire, like the one we have here.”

“In case you forgot, I didn’t get to finish school like you did.”

“Well that’s not my fault.”

The fucking nerve. I stood up, barely coming to his chest, and smacked him across the face. His head jerked to the side, and his mouth fell open. I shoved him into the wall on the other side of the hallway and he fell into it.

“You are a piece of fucking shit Cassian.”

“Ira-” “Did you really think that I would end up alright without you there? Could you really be that fucking stupid?”

“I didn’t think that-”

“Of course you didn’t. You never have. You’ve only ever thought about yourself and what would benefit you. You never gave a shit about me, I was just a burden you couldn’t get rid of.” “That’s not true,” he gritted his teeth.

“Tell me that I am not a constant reminder of dad. Or mom. Tell me.” I waited for a response. When nothing came, I felt the nausea roll through my body. “You are one sorry son of a bitch Cassian.”

“Jesus Ira you think I wanted to abandon you?” “You haven’t given me one other reason to believe anything different,” I was screaming now. I didn’t care if anyone else heard. “The last memory I have of you is seeing you packing a fucking bag and climbing out your window, what else am I supposed to believe about you?”

A door clicked open, and Azriel emerged. He looked at us with raised eyebrows. He had changed into all black. Fuck him and his good looks and his perpetually messy hair that I wanted to tug on.

“Everything alright?”

No, you fucking prick.

“Just re-kindling our sibling rivalry,” I gave a mocking look, staring down Azriel. “Mind your own damn business. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Ira,” Cassian said, somewhat appalled.

“Just fuck off, Cassian,” I waved my hand at him. “Like I said, I’ll be gone in the morning and you don’t ever have to worry about making it up to me again because you won’t be able to. Hope you are happy living in your perfect little bubble with your perfectly little circle. Hope they’re all more important to you than I ever was.”

I slammed the door shut quicker than he could get a response out, leaning against it. I hadn’t ever realized that I was shaking.

Whatever. Fuck him too. I don’t need Cassian. I haven’t needed him for the past six years. God, had it really been that long?

There was no use in unpacking so I just piled the bags in the corner of the room. And there was also nothing to do besides lay down simply because there wasn’t enough room to do anything else.

Maybe when everyone has gone to sleep, or home, I’ll go sneak around. Take something just to piss him off. Nothing too valuable, but something really inconvenient like all the salt and pepper shakers or all the spoons. Or one of the Corvettes in the driveway.

I could easily pick out which one was his; the yellow one with the black stripes on the hood. He always loved to be bold. How he fit in there I’ll never know.

My mind was racing with thoughts, but eventually I had fallen asleep because the sun was peeking through the crack under my door. I stirred and sat up, tucking my boob back into the shirt since it slipped out. Not my proudest moment for sure.

I changed into a hoodie and some other jeans, folding the shirt and skirt up to give back to Mor. It didn’t feel right to take them. She didn’t do anything wrong.

With far more precision, I made it downstairs to the front door. It unlocked easily, thankfully no alarm system went off. The chill of the early morning greeted me and I slipped out silently.

Fuck, this driveway was long. Couldn’t they be normal and have a normal fucking sized driveway? It was so unnecessary.

And of course there was nothing at the end of it. Just the road and nothing else. Not another house or anything. Who knows how far it could be until a bus station. Hopefully this place wasn’t filled with a bunch of weirdos and I wouldn’t get kidnapped.

The thought of carrying all these bags for miles would tear up my back and shoulders. I didn’t have that much but… I needed all of it.

“Ira!”

I whirled around and saw a Cassian shaped silhouette coming down the driveway. Oh great.

“Come to demand I pay for the broken frame?” “Stay.”

What? “What?”

Cassian breathed heavily, “Stay. I-I am so sorry for what I said. And you’re right, I don’t ever think of anyone other than myself. And I’m sorry I never told you where I was going. I want to fix it, but I can’t if you don’t at least let me try.”

I dropped the bags, totally not believing what I was hearing. “And what if I don’t give a flying fuck if you want to or not?”

Cassian completely deflated. “Please, Ira. I made a promise to Dana and Robert that I would look after you. I miss you. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where I don’t feel like a piece of shit for what I did."

So what if he made a promise to Dana and Arthur? He made a promise to me first. To always stick together. To always be there. He hung me out to dry before I even had a chance to notice.

I fucking hated Cassian. More than anything right now I wanted to watch him be boiled alive. Could he really even help me anyway? What was the fucking point of any of this? I was already humiliated, and dragging innocent people into my bullshit surely didn’t help.

Throw Cassian back into the mix and my kleptomaniac behaviors will definitely skyrockets.

“Why should I?”

“Because what other option do you realistically have?”

“That is not fair,” I flare my nostrils. “You have no right to waltz back into my life and pretend you give a shit about me.”

“You were the one who was dropped on my doorstep,” Cassian pointed out, making my stomach drop.

“You know, you’re doing a shit job at showing that you legitimately want me to stay, asshole.” I was getting a little angry. Good things did not happen when I felt betrayed. “And for the record, I tried to talk them out of bringing me here, but they went around me and got a fucking court order. So, whether you want to believe it or not, it was not my choice to be here. I can’t even go back with Dana and Arthur because there will be a warrant out for my arrest.”

“Shit…” Cassian dragged a hand over his face. “Ira I’m-”

“Sorry. I know. But you lost the privilege of my forgiveness long ago. It is gonna take a hell of a lot more than ‘I’m sorry’ to fix what you’ve done to me.”

“I know, I know,” Cassian softened his eyes and his voice, standing tall in front of me. “Just… give me something. Anything, and I will never betray you ever again.”

Should I believe him? I have no fucking idea what to do. All my alarm bells are telling me to run and don’t look back, but that gaping pit in my stomach is melting into him and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes of his. So unfair.

This was gonna be a rough fucking time. Nothing about this was going to be easy, but… he was right. I didn’t have another option. And maybe there was something salvageable between Cassian and I. It would take a hell of a lot of convincing to be able to trust him ever again, but he was still Cassie. That same smug son of a bitch who gave the best hugs in the world.

If he wanted me to stay, there were going to have to be some sacrifices on his end. Mostly just to piss him off and make him sulk.

“I want a real fucking room.”

“Any one in the house.”

“I want yours.”

“Absolutely not,” Cassian furrowed his brow. “Plus, I don’t even live here anymore. Just Rhys, Feyre and Nyx. Nesta, Azriel and I live in the next town.”

“So what, you all just visit together and pretend to be a big happy family?” I scoffed, kicking a stone.

“We don’t pretend, Ira,” he didn’t say it rudely, but more matter of fact-ly. And he looked at me like I had never known what a family was. I guess he forgot that when he left it kind of ruined me. Or again maybe he just didn’t care what it would do to me back then.

Cassian looked sad. Not depressed or upset, just sad.

“Your room or I’m gonna walk away right now.” There was no room for negotiating in my voice. I could see the conflict in his eyes, but with a sigh he gave in.

“Fine, you can have my room here,” Cassian rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Actually it was. I spent weeks designing that room. All for it to go to fucking waste.” “Sucks to suck I guess,” I smirked, shouldering two of my bags. “I’m gonna work hard, you know. I’m tired of always being in the fucking mud.”

“Yes, you are going to work hard. You’re going to have to follow some rules and check in. And you’re gonna have a curfew.”

“A curfew? What am I, thirteen?”

“Until you can prove to me that you’re not gonna go and rob a bank, yes, you’ll have a curfew,” Cassian picked up my other bags and started walking back to the house. “We’re gonna find you a job because I will not be funding your operation.”

“What happened to ‘we have a lot of money. It could use some wasting’?”

“Rhys wasn’t wrong,” Cassian said. “But just because we have it doesn’t mean you get access to it.”

“Jeez, sorry I brought it up, grumpy pants,” my turn to roll my eyes. “And what kind of rules anyway?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Some of us like to get a full eight hours of sleep every day so I am going back to bed. You’re not allowed to leave the house until I say so, so find something to do.”

“Or someone,” I whispered to myself. But Cassian heard. “A joke.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you eye fucking Azriel,” Cassian practically gagged. “That is one of your rules. You are not allowed to be engaged with him in any type of way. The last thing he needs right now is you.”

“Right to the heart.”

“I mean it, he’s been through a lot the past year and a half. It took him a long time to get to where he is and I won’t let you ruin it for him,” Cassian said possessively. “He, along with everyone else, is my family. Fuck with them and you’re dealing with me.” “News flash, buddy, so am I. We share the same DNA, and hair and eyes according to everyone else on the fucking planet,” I genuinely could not see it.

“Ira, I’m serious. If you fuck around with Azriel and I find out I sweat to-”

“Jesus, calm down Vengeance. Gotham is safe from the Joker,” I followed him inside, clicking the door shut behind me. “I won’t get involved with Azriel.”

“Good.”

Life is too short to not fuck who you want, who gives a shit about what other people think. Sorry Cassian, but I am gonna fucking break that promise if it’s the last thing I do. And so help me god when I do get my hands on him because I’ll never let go.

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Best Friends (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You and Steve are best friends, but your friendship is tested when someone tells you he has feelings for you.

Best Friends (Part 1)

You woke up in your bed, trying to figure out how you got there, what day it was, what time. It was one of those sleeps, that deep sleep where when you wake up and you forget your own damn name. You grabbed your phone and checked the time, 2:30pm!? You jumped out of bed, quickly getting dressed, you were late for training, you texted Bucky letting him know you overslept and that you’ll be in the gym as soon as possible. You ran down the stairs and into the gym where Bucky was already starting his training “I’m so sorry, I overslept.” He smiled and nodded “It’s okay, I just started.” You were a little suspicious, Bucky would normally groan and make some sarcastic comment but he didn’t he smiled at you. You shrugged it off, and started your workout, usually you would listen to music but for some reason Bucky wanted to talk. “You and Steve have been getting pretty cozy lately.” You slowed down the treadmill to a walk “We’re best friends, that’s it.” Bucky chuckled “Steve is my best friend” You rolled your eyes and looked over at him “We can share, and besides so what you know I have a huge crush on him but he doesn’t feel the same way. So I’m trying to move on.” You shrugged your shoulders getting off of the treadmill, moving over to the punching bag, Bucky quickly followed. “All I’m saying is, don’t give up. Us men. We’re a little slow sometimes.” You groaned quietly placing your forehead on the punching bag “Dude, Im here to train not talk about my crush on Steve, so please can you drop it?” Bucky threw his hands up and walked away, you’ve never seen Bucky give up so fast before, it almost makes you think he’s hiding something from you. Bucky is also unpredictable, so this very well could be normal. You finished your workout and went back to your room for a shower.

Later on that day, you, Steve, and Bucky were sitting in the living room talking about a mission Steve was gonna be on, it was mainly them talking you would speak up every once in a while but ultimately you weren't listening, you were in your own little world thinking about the conversation you and Bucky had in the gym. Why was he so worried about your crush on Steve, did Bucky like you? No can't be Bucky is a very outspoken person although very private he would've told you if he liked you. You couldn't shake what he said, I mean men are a little slow but why would Bucky openly admit that. You realized you were zoning out when you felt 2 pair of eyes on you, you looked over and smiled "Sorry I was lost in thought." Steve chuckled and pat your head "It's okay, all I said was I won't be back until Saturday I was hoping we could watch movies when I came back" You nodded your head “Yeah, that sounds great.” He smiled at you then went off to go do something you weren’t really listening, you tried but you still couldn’t wrap your head around how Bucky was acting earlier “Whatcha thinking about over there?” Your head snapped towards Bucky’s direction but you didn’t make eye contact, you looked past him hoping he couldn’t see the gears turning in your head “Oh, I figured I’d get a jump on what movie we’d watch.” Bucky nodded like he didn’t believe you, and how could he, you weren’t very convincing. “You know you can tell me anything right?” You nodded and stood up to leave “I want to talk, I just need to gather my thoughts first.” Bucky nodded and watched you walk away, he wanted to follow but he knew that you’d talk to him when you were ready. You stayed in your room the rest of the day, you were trying to figure out how to ask Bucky if he likes you and if he does, you gotta figure out how to let him down so you two will still be friends, you valued your friendship more than anything in the entire world you would never jeopardize that and you know he wouldn’t either.

You got up and walked back down to the living room hoping Bucky would be there alone, and there he was sitting down with Steve watching a movie “Hey, where was my invite?” You pouted playfully plopping down between them “We’re sorry, doll we thought you were sleeping” doll? Bucky has never called you doll before you were confused but you also felt Steve’s leg tense up beside you, what the hell was going on with them, you rolled your eyes and stood up “Since neither of you smart guys got snacks, I’ll be in the kitchen making popcorn.” You walked over to the kitchen and started making popcorn. “Doll? Are you kidding me Bucky?” Bucky smirked and looked over at Steve “Funny how Friday is your cutoff day and you won’t be back until Saturday.” Steve tensed up again “This isn’t fair I have a mission.” Bucky nodded and looked at you struggling to open the popcorn bag “True, but you also had a day before you mission to tell her.” He slowly turned his head looking back at Steve, who was just staring he knew he should’ve done it already, and if he doesn’t do it tonight, Bucky would. Finally, you came back to them and sat down with a huge bowl of popcorn “So, what are we watching?” You looked between them then back at the screen “Sam suggested Scream, so we thought we’d give it a shot.” You nodded and glued your eyes to the screen, every so often the boys would jump at a scary part to which you would giggle, they fought some pretty scary stuff and they find this movie scary. When the movie was over Bucky suggested another scary movie but Steve wasn’t having it “I’m going to bed, you guys have fun.” You watched as he stood up and walked away “Goodnight, Steve” You turned towards Bucky looking at him “We need to talk.” Bucky looked up at you “Uh oh, I’m in trouble.” You shook your head, giggling a bit. “No no, uh I don’t know how to say this.” He raised his eyebrow “What’s wrong?” You shifted in your seat “I need to know how you feel about me” He furrowed his eyebrows “What do you mean?” You sighed throwing your head back “Do you like me?” He chuckled and nodded “Well, yeah.” You shook your head “No, I mean do you like me like me?” He thought for a second confused, then it hit him and it sent him into a fit of laughter “Oh god, no Y/N don’t get me wrong you’re amazing and very beautiful but you are like a sister to me and our friendship is too valuable to me.” You let out a breath “Thank god, I said the same thing I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship” You smiled wide and leaned over and hugged him, when you pulled back Bucky looked over, you followed his eyeline and there was Steve, he looked upset he didn’t say a word he just walked away. You were confused “What was that about?” You looked over at Bucky who had his head down “Shit, shit” He mumbled under his breath, he got up and ran to Steve’s room, when he got to his door he heard things being thrown around he walked in watching Steve throw his pillows around the room “Steve, calm down.” Steve was now pacing around the room, Bucky knew how much you meant to Steve, but Steve didn’t know that the hug was strictly platonic. “Steve, get a grip.” He stopped pacing and looked at Bucky “Get a grip? What the hell was that down there?!” Bucky put his hands out keeping the distance between them comfortable. “You need to tell her how you feel, she’s getting suspicious and she thought I had a crush on her.” Steve relaxed and sat down on his bed “Bucky, I have never been so nervous in my life. I have to tell her, but I need more time please.” Bucky shook his head “We had a deal, and we’re sticking to it.” Steve threw his head back “Fine. I’ll tell her in the morning.” Bucky nodded and put his hands down “Are you okay?” Steve nodded “I’m sorry for blowing up like that.” Bucky shrugged and chuckled “It’s okay, I understand.”

It was the next morning, and Steve is no where to be found he said he would say goodbye before leaving but it looks like he already left, you saw Bucky walk into the kitchen “Hey, is Steve still sleeping?” Bucky raised an eyebrow “He didn’t say goodbye to you?” You shook your head, you could see in Bucky’s face he was pissed but you didn’t know why, you didn’t question it either, it was better if you didn’t. He walked away and left you there wondering what was going on, why didn’t Steve say goodbye? Was it because he saw you hug Bucky the night before and now thinks that you two are a thing? What is going on?! The next few days seemed to fly by, although Steve was only gone for 2 days you still missed him and couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow night when he comes home, you missed the nightly movie, the cuddles, the snack, his laugh, smile, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles big, his smile was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him smiling because of you. Suddenly you were pulled from your thoughts by a knock at your bedroom door, you knew it wasn’t Steve because he has a special knock, yeah corny I know but you loved it. You walked over and opened the door revealing Bucky “Hey what’s up?” Bucky looked like he was up to something but then again when isn’t he. “We gotta talk.” You nodded and stepped aside letting him come in, he didn’t sit down even though there were many comfy chairs just spread out “Steve likes you.” You froze while you were shutting the door “W-What?” You finally looked over at Bucky and he’s staring straight at you “Scratch that, Steve is in love with you.” Your throat got dry and made it hard to swallow “Why are you telling me this?” You couldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t, Bucky sighed and walked over to stand in front of you. “He was supposed to tell you this morning and yesterday, and for the past year.” Your eyes widen, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Steve loves you, you love him too but you always thought it was one sided. “Okay, okay what do i do?” That’s when Bucky started to smile and that was scary sometimes “Steve actually comes back tonight, so why don’t we put together a little movie night.” You shook your head “No, I gotta do something big. Meet me on the roof in an hour.” He nodded and you both went your separate ways.

You went to the store picking up all the snacks he likes, you got him some flowers, you thought that might’ve been too girly but who doesn’t love getting flowers? You got some LED lights and candles a couple cute stuffed animals, you’ve never done this for anyone before and you were glad it was for Steve, he meant the world to you. You got back to the compound and went straight to the roof, where Bucky was setting up a white sheet and a projector he looked over at you and smiled “You look amazing.” You thanked him and looked around “Bucky this is great” You stood in awe as you watched him finish tacking the sheet to “Yeah, well don’t tell Tony about this he warned me before not to.” You smiled and set up the lights and candles you didn’t light them yet just in case he was late, laying out the comforter and pillows you two will be leaning on, you set up the bowls and put the snacks in them along with the various drinks you got because you couldn’t decide on what to get. You stood back admiring the cute scene in front of you “This is so cute it’s making me sick.” You playfully shoved Bucky’s shoulder rolling your eyes. “Just send Steve up when he gets here, tell him to come up here immediately” Bucky nodded and went downstairs to wait, you looked around smiling “I hope this goes well.” 2 hours went by and you got a text from Bucky saying Steve was on his way up, you hurried and lit all the candles and stood there waiting for him, you tapped your fingertips against the outside of your thighs you could hear him grunting at the top of the stairs before he opened the door “Hey, Bucky said- Woah what’s all this?” You took a deep breath and stared at him smiling wide “I like you too, Steve.” His eyes widened as he dropped his bag “Bucky told you?” You nodded watching him walk towards you “Believe me, Y/N I wanted to tell you I promise it just wasn’t the right time-“ You cut him off by placing your lips against his, Steve had a tendency to ramble on and on apologizing about nothing. Steve finally kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. The kiss was innocent and sweet yet there was something that laid beneath it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, you wanted Steve in more than just a physical way, you wanted him for everything he is, mind, body, soul, his personality was the thing that struck you as hard as a rock, he was everything you’ve ever dreamt of and more. The two of you pulled back, breathless and happy “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” You smiled up at Steve, then led him to your makeshift bed where you two talked, laughed and watched your favorite movies together.

A/N: I hope you guys like it.

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Jonathan Stroud and Kipps

You know, as a kid reading Lockwood and Co., I LOVED Lucy, George, Lockwood, and Holly. They were all my age! Every time a new book came out I’d imagine Lucy was growing up with me.

But that meant that I didn’t have much of a connection with Kipps, who was kind of L&Co.’s punching bag (affectionate). I liked him, but I never loved him the way I loved everyone else.

Now, I’m older than L&Co. Reading the books and watching the show feels like revisiting my younger self. I was expecting to love the L&Co. trio dynamic- and I did! But one thing I really wasn’t expecting was my newfound appreciation for Kipps.

Jonathan Stroud’s decision to focus on Kipps’ transition from brilliant teen agent to terrified, washed-up adult... It didn’t speak to me as a kid because I was too busy identifying with how cool Lucy’s Talent was. But now that I’m in Kipps’ age range, I identify with Kipps a lot more over Lucy. I can’t really put it in words- this is probably going to be the first of many posts of me spewing emotions and love for Jonathan Stroud’s writing skill- but I’m going to try.

Minor Kipps-related spoilers for L&Co. books under the cut.

Kipps, in the show and books, is 20-22 years old. He’s college-aged. And he cannot do the one thing that he has trained his entire life for, and needs to adjust to that. As a kid, I just kind of saw that as the same kind of “kids rule, adults drool” thing that happens in all kids adventure stories. Can’t have the responsible adults ruining the kids’ fun!

But Kipps was unusual in that you get to SEE him go from ‘competent rival agent’ to ‘technically a useless adult’. He’s straddling the line in the way that other series, where kids get to have magic because they’re good and pure or whatever don’t.

The thing is, it would’ve been easy for Kipps to be forgotten. Just let him fade into the background and never be mentioned again after book 2. But he’s there in book 3, and 4, and 5, still doing his best to fight ghosts even if he can’t see them. As a kid, I was just like ‘huh, okay, that’s a choice’ and kind of ignored him. Who cares what Kipps is doing when Lucy and Holly are having an epic argument that’s going to bring a million ghosts down on their heads?

As an adult, I LOVE that Stroud chose to keep Kipps around. I love that Kipps found a new way to keep fighting (the goggles). I love that Kipps kind of became a member of Lockwood and Co. I love that Stroud made the readers and the characters confront the reality that one day our beloved main characters would lose their Talents too, that even Lucy would go deaf one day, instead of just ignoring the generous but very real time limit the characters had hanging over their heads.

(Side note: part of my love for this series might be stemming from my complicated feelings about the Seven Wonders book series, where a kid is told he has less than a year to live and will likely spend months in debilitating pain and then... spends that year fucking around looking for magical artifacts and not actually having any kind of physical consequences for LITERALLY HAVING A DEADLY ILLNESS-)

Anyway.

Kipps is fantastic. The way he represents the inevitable future of Lockwood and Co... the way he represents the thousands of other agents who grew too old to sense ghosts and couldn’t keep fighting even if they wanted to... the way that he tries so hard to keep the kids he’s in charge of alive but can’t because he’s only one person and he’s losing his Talent...

He’s going through such a major transition and doesn’t know what his place in the world is anymore, and honestly, what early-twenties person does? There’s something there about Talents and childhood trauma and taking your first few steps into adulthood without the tools that saved your life as a child because they don’t work anymore...

In conclusion: Kipps was an amazing character, and I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate him sooner.

#quill kipps #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #l&co. netflix #l&co #l&co netflix #l&co.#mine #quill kipps appreciation

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ourloveisforthelovely · 9 months

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Bad Ideas Part 11

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Link to Part 10

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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“How about we make some noise to make everyone uncomfortable?”

Everyone downstairs sat awkwardly. Neither James nor Lily could even look at each other. This was the LAST thing that they ever expected! They expected to come back to their children still being “children” not fully grown adults with their own lives.

Remus groaned before getting up and going to find some whiskey. Sirius turned his attention to James before wincing at the expression on his friend’s face.

“I would say welcome back but I don’t think you would enjoy that.”

James scowled at Sirius before running a hand through his hair.

“Who was supposed to be watching her? Did no one see this happen and say Regulus stop?”

Remus turned back to his best friend with that parental look of contempt that he wore so well.

“They must have done it on a shift change when Sirius and I couldn’t see anything.”

“No time for sarcasm, Remus.”

James snapped. Remus sat back down and stared at James for a moment before speaking.

“James, Lily…whether the two of you like it or not, Y/n is a grown woman. While Sirius and I weren’t thrilled with Y/n and Regulus becoming a couple…it really wasn’t our place to tell her to stop either.”

James turned to Sirius.

“You are being awfully quiet in this! Where were you? We made you to be the godfather for a reason.”

Sirius held his hands up.

“Mate, I don’t want to get into this.”

“Too bad, you are already in this.”

James hissed. Sirius was silent for a moment before speaking.

“I wasn’t thrilled by it. Ask Remus. I may have ran off to the train station like a madman to try and stop them from running off to France together. That definitely wasn’t my best look but…you know what, I’m just going to say it…Y/n does what she wants. I know you don’t like it and hell I don’t like it but Regulus and Y/n are good as a couple. He treats her like a princess. It's better than some horny hyped up on muggle Viagra with a duffle bag of porn in his closet.”

James immediately groaned.

“I do not want to think about what your brother has in his closet.”

Remus gave James a parental look of contempt.

“You are making this worse than it is. Now why don’t you go get some rest? I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Lily immediately stood with a gentle expression on her face. She decided that she would speak to James about this more logically when he wasn’t in the middle of a freak-out.

“I think Remus is right, dear. We do need to get some rest.”

James grumbled before following Lily upstairs for a sleepless night of worry.

The next morning, James went downstairs feeling even more exhausted than when he went to bed. Sleep did not find him in a pleasant place. His already crappy mood got even worse the moment that he spotted Regulus sitting at the table reading.

The shithead is just sitting there like it's nothing…I ought to wipe that smug look off of his face.

James thought as Regulus’ eyes rolled up to meet his.

“I know you’re there. Are you just going to stare at me for the rest of eternity because that will be annoying.”

James scowled.

“Where is Y/n? I want to talk to her…not you.”

Regulus rolled his eyes before going back to the newspaper.

“She has this thing called a job. I know it's a new concept for you but that’s where she is.”

James took a breath, trying to fight the urge to punch Regulus. He knew that it would be a bad thing to do but he desperately wanted to wipe that smug expression off of Regulus’ face so badly.

“I’m surprised that you let her work. I figured that you would keep her locked up in this haunted house.”

Regulus’ grey eyes rolled up again.

“Let her? I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. I don’t let her do anything. She’s a grown woman and can do what she wants. This isn’t the stone age.”

Regulus snorted.

“Let her, that’s funny, Potter. That daughter of yours doesn’t do a damn thing that she doesn’t want to do. I can tell her not to do something until I’m blue in the face and she will still do whatever it is. There is also this thing called a healthy relationship where I can tell her that I don’t like something and if I’m lucky she will listen to me. She likes her job as a doctor. It doesn’t matter if we have enough money where she doesn’t have to work, she wants to. If she wants to tend to gross nasty sickly people then that is her choice. It's better than having her sitting here going all psycho like my mother.”

James blinked a few times before scratching his head.

“So, you don’t order her around?”

“No, Potter. I do not order your precious little daughter around. Now would you get over yourself before I have to punch you in the face?”

Sirius stepped into the room before quickly turning to edge out. The last thing that he really wanted was to get into the James vs Regulus grudge match of the season.

“Sirius, don’t leave.”

Regulus commented as Sirius turned around with a frown on his face.

“But I’m doing something.”

Sirius grumbled.

“What are you doing? You look lost.”

Regulus replied as Sirius dropped into the chair on the other side of the table. He couldn’t blame his older brother for not wanting to get into this mess. Regulus didn’t want to be in on it himself either. He would much rather James just shut up and face reality. That didn’t seem like it would happen, however.

“I was…I was watching a dinosaur movie?”

Sirius commented quickly.

“Jurassic Park, again?”

Regulus questioned. He didn’t know how bitter or annoyed with James he had to be in order to be interested in Sirius’ day.

“Yeah, sure.”

Sirius quickly replied. Regulus nodded before going to idly look at the article on the Malfoys he had been reading.

“And your feelings on this? You have watched this movie fifty times.”

Regulus was banking on Sirius going on a tangent and when he did Regulus couldn’t be more relived.

“Okay, so …you mean to tell me that this joker scientist found every species of dinosaur in tree sap? Did they all get stuck in the great sapalanche of a million BC?”

Both Regulus and James turned to look at Sirius as if mentally wondering why they bothered with him.

“Sapalanche? That isn’t even a word.”

Regulus grumbled. There was sometimes Regulus couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't murdered his brother years ago?

“It's the point though. You can’t tell me that there isn’t anything that you enjoyed about that movie.”

Sirius commented. Regulus smirked.

“The lawyer being eaten by the T-rex was neat.”

James rolled his eyes for the millionth time before deciding to come into the conversation. He didn’t know why he was bothering but it seemed like the thing to do.

“And you’re who Y/n chose to spend her life with?”

Regulus batted his eyes with a snarky little grin.

“Yes, get used to it. It was me or the Longbottom twit. I can start listing the reason why she loves me however a lot of them aren’t safe for your precious little ears.”

James immediately started shaking his head.

“Just stop, Black!”

Sirius hung his head and contemplated putting his hands over his ears.

“Yeah, stop, Reg. I don’t need to be hearing this either. I’m changing the subject. So, I have this scaly patch on my elbow. Do you think it's anything serious?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before resuming his cool stoic demeanor.

“As a matter of fact, Y/n was doing a paper on scaly patches. It's a serious problem and you may have to have your arm amputated. I would definitely have that looked at before we have to call you stumpy.”

Sirius sat motionless for a few moments before getting up and running out of the room. James turned back to Regulus with a frown.

“That was mean.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair.

“What do you know about scaly patches? Didn’t your parents die from Dragon Pox?”

When James stormed out of the room, Regulus couldn’t help but be relieved.

“I should have said that from moment one. I am really losing my touch.”

Later that afternoon, you stepped into Grimmauld Place reading a pamphlet that had been given to you. A set of arms immediately wrapped around your waist.

“I never thought you would come home.”

Regulus sighed against your mouth. You stood on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea. I have been stuck with that brother of mine and your annoying ass father.

Something told you that this was going to be the reality that you would have to get used to.

“You didn’t hurt them, did you?”

“Not really…but I….”

“Y/N!”

Regulus was interrupted by Sirius as he came into the room holding his arm pathetically. You turned to face your godfather with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you do?”

Sirius winced.

“I have this scaly patch on my arm and I don’t want it to fall off!”

You frowned before turning to glance at Remus who was rolling his eyes. Turning back to Sirius, you took a breath wondering how Remus remained so calm in the face of utter chaos.

“It isn’t going to fall off. Let me see.”

Sirius held out his arm as you began to examine it.

“This is only dry skin. You should put some lotion or something on it. Wait, who the hell told you that it was going to….wait never mind.”

You gave Regulus a scowl. This was a Regulus Black comment.

“I can’t help it that he walked right into it.”

Sirius continued to examine the place with a skeptical frown.

“Are you sure?”

You gave Sirius an exasperated sigh before motioning to your scrubs.

“Do you think that I dress like a doctor for the hell out of it?”

Remus stood up, having enough of the stupidity himself. He had told Sirius multiple times that it was dry skin but the other man didn’t believe him.

“See, I told you. Now come on, it's dinner time and everyone is waiting. Everyone is here and we are keeping them waiting.”

Regulus slightly sighed in frustration. The last thing that he wanted was to spend a delightful dinner from hell with mummy and daddy Potter glaring at him the whole evening.

“How much longer will these Tuesday night dinners be going on? Since Voldemort is dead, I thought we would all see less of each other.”

Regulus questioned. Wrapping your hand around his, you gave your boyfriend a small shrug,

“Let's just make the best of it.”

You too had no interest in sitting through a long dinner. After a long day, you wanted nothing more than to drag Regulus into a hot bath or be alone. Entertaining was the last thing that you wanted to do.

Stepping into the dining room, Lily and James immediately looked up at you. As much as you wanted to say that you had made some progress in accepting the fact that your parents were back, you hadn’t. Things still felt awkward and completely out of place.

Part of you was still bitter at their less-than-stellar reactions to the news of your relationship with Regulus. The other half understood. It had to be awkward as hell to suddenly come back from being dead to the reality that your children were grown up.

Taking your place beside Regulus, neither of you moved to say a word to the others as everyone gleefully talked about their day. You reached out for a roll and began to butter it.

“Can one of us fake a seizure to get out of here?”

Regulus whispered. He was relieved when you smiled. Regulus wasn’t crazy. He knew how uncomfortable you were with your parents. Instead of being happy that you had grown into a successful woman they immediately started judging your life choices. That had to be a big letdown.

It was a major letdown…

Regulus thought before focusing his attention on your face. It didn’t take him being in love with you to know your feelings. One look at your face told him everything that needed to know. Regulus could only hope that his rant directed at the Potters would make some kind of difference. As much as he hated repeating himself, Regulus would go off on James and Lily as many times as he had to in order to protect you.

Reaching down, Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and squeezed. Whatever he had to do to keep you happy and healthy would be done. You would always be worth whatever work that he had to put forward.

Meanwhile, across the table, Lily focused her attention on you. Despite the rather ugly introduction, she hoped that she could somehow make a successful mother/daughter relationship with you.

“Y/n, you have never said what you do at the hospital.”

Lily started. You looked up with a frown.

“Currently I am having Alice Longbottom follow me around trying to shove bubblegum wrappers in my hair. I’m supposed to be working in surgery or emergency but I got stuck in the memory care wing.”

Lily tried to give you an encouraging smile. She automatically picked up on your sense of disdain.

“I’m sure it's because they think that you are very capable and can help the Longbottoms in some way.”

You snorted.

“Sure…they have a lot of faith in me alright. I didn’t sign up for this.”

Sirius grinned automatically.

“You could always go back to work for Kinglsey again. He is always muttering about how bad his secretary is.”

Remus gave Sirius a displeased expression.

“She didn’t go to be a healer school just to be a secretary. I’m sure things will get better soon, y/n. They probably just want to test you in other areas.”

You sighed.

“But I want to put bloody bludgeoned people back together… I don’t want to play nursemaid.”

James immediately put his bite of food down at the bloody bludgeoned people comment. Remus and Regulus, however, were smirking. James had to wonder which one she got that from. The answer was definitely debatable.

“Give me a week and you can put me back together.”

Remus commented. You gave him a thumbs-up before standing up.

“This had been fun. I’m going for a bath.”

You patted Regulus’ shoulder before moving to go out of the room.

“Y/n, wait.”

You turned as you reached the first step. Lily quickly walked out of the dining room with a nervous expression on her face.

“I know that we didn’t really get off to a good start yesterday but I really do want to get to know you. You are my daughter, after all, and you deserve a family. I know that you have one but your father and I want to be part of it. Would you consider possibly going to lunch alone with me tomorrow?”

As much as you wanted to hiss like a cat and run away, you decided not to. Lily seemed so genuine and sweet that you really didn’t want to hurt her. You really had no interest in going to lunch so quickly. In fact, you were expecting a few small chats that would eventually lead up to an outing but here you were. Something told you that you would have no moment of peace until you gave in.

“You should give them a chance. I know that the meeting wasn’t ideal but your parents really are good people. I also have full confidence that they love you.”

Remus’ words from earlier that morning came rushing back to you. He had called you before starting work simply to check in.

Taking a breath, you meet your mother’s eyes with a forced smile.

“Uh…okay. That will be…nice.”

Lily immediately smiled, looking beyond thrilled.

“Wonderful! I am so excited!”

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justplainwhump · 2 months

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Shifting

Under the hands of rogue WRU handlers - and her best friend - Angel falls apart.

Written with @wildfaewhump, and part of the very fun (for us) AU where rogue handles Fin and Piers make themselves at home in Angel's house to teach the runaways their place. Lourdes and Fin are their characters. This complements this piece from Lourdes' pov, written by Vic; the AU is kicked of by this and this piece.

Cw BBU, recapture scenario, (re)conditioning, dubcon, referenced past and implied future noncon, past beating, dissociation home invasion, pet whump. Whumper POV in the beginning (whumpee POV later).

"Alright, Piers. I’ll bite." His boss has been rummaging through Freckles' freezer. When he turns around to face Piers, there's a bag of frozen edamame in his hand, pressed firmly to his bloody chin.

Piers smirks. Fin looks like an idiot. Getting himself punched by that pet, as she was almost getting away - there’s not much more humiliating for a seasoned handler like him.

Fin grimaces. "Ten bucks says Freckles is just as much of a bitch when your Doe-eyes is done with her. She almost broke my skull with that fucking bolt cutter. She would've pulled through, if we hadn't fucked that dumb stubborn strength right out of her."

Shrugging, Piers reaches for his beer and takes a swig. "She looked hot doing it though. And you got all your punches in in return. Trust me. Her body is worn down. Some... softer persuasion now, and her mind will follow suit."

"Bitch was about to sacrifice herself for Doe-Eyes."

"And Doe-Eyes is about to sacrifice her to us." Piers grins, remembering the little talk with his own pet before. Oh, they were devoted. They wanted to be a good pet - and they wanted Freckles to be a good pet with an adorable, naive despair. As if it'd do any of them any good. "Who's suited better to wipe out all the idiot beliefs she clings to, than the sweet little pet she claims to love?" He points at the dossiers on the pets' training they've gotten from the WRU servers. "All she needs to be is hardwired in her stupid head already. Let Doe-Eyes push her buttons, and Freckles will be as good as a factory reset."

Fin clicks his tongue. "And just how are they going to do this?"

"Sharing a bath." Piers points upstairs. "Freckles is pretty much out of it, but Doe-Eyes is pulling all the stops. It's fucking hot. You might want to go watch, I'll hold the fort. My gift to you."

Fin scoffs. "It needs to be a lot more than a sexy bath to earn you those ten bucks. I want my pet sweet, stupid and docile; and if she ever gets her hands on a fucking bolt cutter again I want her dumb little brain to know that the only way she's going to use it is to fuck herself with it, while I watch."

"Mhhh." Piers just smiles, as he raises his beer. "Bet."

"Please," Angel whimpers in the bathtub, as Lourdes’ expert fingers wander between her legs. Her friend’s touch is soft on her torn body. Gentle. Loving.

Relentless.

They don’t hear her. They just go on. Kissing her. Touching her. Soothing, promising, arguing.

She’s loved them, she thinks. They’ve loved her, too, differently.

Do they, still?

Does she, still?

Does it matter?

"It doesn’t matter," Lourdes whispers, as their fingers circle her clit. "You can keep making it hard, and keep hating it, and it's still going to happen. Why not let it be good? You know it could be so good."

Angel lets her head sink back against the side of the bathtub. There’s a bath cushion mounted there, softening the edge. She’s bought it, for them both, after they moved in, when they established their tradition of bath day, entire evenings spend in the warm bathroom and each other’s company, talking, drinking, listening.

Bath days are over.

It was an interlude.

Lourdes’ lips are on hers, tender and unrelenting. Their fingers slip into her, just as their tongue slips into her mouth.

Why not let it be good?

It’s up to her.

She can make it good. She knows. She’s been made to be good. Just as they have.

She just has to let go. Of the past, of the pain, of the lie she’s lived. Let go of Angel Harris. Let go.

Just be good.

Angel lets go.

The pet kisses back.

She still kisses back, when the face in front of her is pulled away, pressed down, replaced by someone else, a man, a handler with a deep gash on his chin and a cruel smile. The pet - 238, Freckles, Angel, it doesn't really matter, as long as she's being good, as long as she's feeling good - doesn’t even flinch.

She's still good.

Good pets don't remember.

They don't, they shouldn't remember being in this very same room, being a person, being assaulted by that same man in their own bathroom. Good pets don’t remember the dread, the struggle, the resistance.

Good pets don't care about anything but their owner's pleasure. Good pets don't care about other pets. Good pets don't have friends, who they need to worry about, drowning or hurting or dying. Friends are for people. Pets only have owners.

Handler Fin is the centre of her world, and he's kissing her, he's making her feel good, and she's kissing him back, with desperate passion.

Her hips shift as she spreads her legs wider for the attention of the other pet, a tool in her owner's hand, she doesn't know how to worry. She knows how to fuck and to kiss and to be good.

The other pet, the one kept under water, the one she doesn't worry about, is keeping their mouth over her clit, gently sucking at it.

"Good girl" he whispers in her ear. "But Freckles may only come if she persuades me that she wants it. Tell me how badly Freckles needs this."

Underwater, the other pet twitches, the handler’s hand pressing keeps them down.

The pet kisses him like she's she one drowning, desperate, needy, letting the warmth in her lower body simmer, wait, hold back for him. "Sir," she whispers, voice husky, just as she's learned. "I... I want this, I need this, but... I need you more. I... My pleasure is yours, Sir, please, allow me be good, let me finish, please."

Let the pet finish, please, let them go, let me stop caring, please, let me be good.

His free hand rests on her throat, squeezes lightly, almost loving. "Freckles has forgotten that I and me are no longer terms for her," he says mildly. "Freckles is not being very good. Why should a bad pet be allowed any pleasure?"

Under the surface, a hand digs into her thigh painfully.

The pet closes her eyes. She doesn't care. Please.

That's what pets are for.

That’s what the one under the water is for. The one whose mouth has lost its former expertise, whose tongue is just twitching desperately. Who still sends ripples of pleasure through her body, because she's made for pleasure, for giving and receiving, always, whenever.

That's what she's for. Her. Freckles.

"Freckles," she breathes. "Freckles is sorry, Freckles' learned other words for herself in training. Freckles mind is slow, because she's so confused, she has to learn so much, but... But she... She'll be better, she... Freckles is yours, Sir."

"Yes, Freckles is slow," he says. He tilts her head back against the tub, pulls her body by the neck until her back arches. "But Freckles will learn eventually. She has the rest of her life to learn."

She feels him shove the other pet’s head firmly against her cunt. "Come, Freckles," he commands.

The sound of his voice almost tips her over the edge almost as much as the pet's mouth, desperately sucking at her clit.

Waves of pleasure wash over her, make her forget the ache lingering deep in her body, as she lets her back arch even further, gives him everything she has to offer.

She's his. She knows. She's always been.

Her owner hauls the other pet out of the water by their hair, choking and fighting for breath, but Freckles has only eyes for him, and the affection she sees in his eyes. She is still trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm, the smile on her face all perfect, natural instinct.

"Good girl, Freckles," he praises. "Freckles is beautiful when she comes for me."

There's blood on her owner's chin, still. He's been hurt, by someone who didn't understand. Her fr-, Lou-, the other pet, they had always known.

It's stupid to fight. Pets are meant to lose. Made to lose. But if they accept that, if they do lose in just the right way, if they do what pets do and they are pretty and desirable and fuckable, they can be rewarded still. And she wants to. She wants to be good and loved, and safe, she wants his hands on her like just now, not like - not like on the previous her. The before. The bad pet.

He reaches into the water, lifting her out with ease. It's a short shock, when he lets go of his hold. She finds footing, but the muscles in her legs aren't prepared, are too weak to hold her upright. Her legs give in, and she yelps, as she collapses on the tiles at his feet, almost forgotten aches flaring up again all over her, echoes of him, her resistance, his anger. "I'm sorry," she whispers, gaze cast down in instant submission, "Sir, Freckles is so sorry, she's... You've had to punish her, and she's still hurting, still learning. It’s her fault."

"It’s alright." He smiles and strokes her head. "Freckles can crawl, if she can't stand." The affection in his touch makes the pet feel warm, in a way she hasn't felt warm for a long time. She nods, grateful for his guidance. Pets should always be grateful.

"Yes, Sir."

She can crawl, she can be on her knees, or on all fours, like a good pet.

"Dry yourself first," he commands, settling himself on the side of the bathtub.

She smiles at him, as she gets on her knees and lifts the towel to dry herself, careful and sensual, making sure the movements of the towel emphasizes every part of her body. She knows he likes her breasts, she's seen him leer at them so often, and thus she starts there, working through the pain when the towel runs over welts and bruises.

She knows he likes her pain, too. She’s known before, she knows now, as he palms himself lazily through his pants, watching her.

By her side, she knows the other pet is drying themself as well. She doesn’t look over. She doesn't care about them, because it would only hurt them. Which doesn't make sense, because not wanting them to get hurt is caring, and she does not care. She bites her lips. It's okay to not understand. Pets are stupid. And she's nothing more than a pet.

"Let's go to your room," her owner orders. "Get you ready."

She tries to push herself up to her feet once again. Her legs still can't make it. And he's leaving, steps out on the corridor expecting her to follow. She lets herself sink down on all fours and crawls after him, fighting through the burning sting of the soft carpet on her chafed knees.

"Gonna find you something cute and fuckable to wear, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. The pet name soothes her pain, and she lets the warmth of her own affection for him wash over the strange feeling of wrongness. This is not his house, but she is his - and so it's natural for him to move around like he's a ruler, and for her to follow.

He stops in front of the bedrooms, as if waiting for her to show him which door to open, and she glances at the one he's looking for, crawls into the room when he opens it.

The bedroom is large, all oriented towards the big windows, decorated with soft colours and light wood. The pet remembers being happy about this room, about it catching the vibes of the sky on a spring day. A bouquet of fresh flowers stands on a desk in the corner, next to a computer and headphones and a half finished glass of water. The bed isn't made, the blue duvet crumpled next to a stripped off set of clothes. The person who lived here has just left to take a shower.

The pet knows she won't come back.

#bbu #pet whump #nsfwhump #lourdes the romantic #angel the romantic #handler piers scott #handler fin somers #noncon cw #dubcon cw #conditioning #bye angel #lourdes did it #shes gone

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#341

This is a direct follow up to Story #223 and Story #232.

“Piece of shit! It’s your lucky day. You’re getting out of here. You’ve been sold. Lil’ Hog told me that I’m to transport you to the east coast. I’m also to clean you up and tend to your sores. Now, the chain your collar is coming off. Coyote will use it on the next slave he’ll install later on today. I am bigger and stronger than you, so don’t try to run. Nod if you understand…

“Good. Lean forward. Damn this is one solid collar…. Hey, he gave me the right key this time…. Get up and let’s get out of this sewer of a bathroom.

“Bright out hunh? Here, wash yourself up with that bucket of water. I put some soap and a washcloth next to it. There’s no hot water here, so it’s going to be a bit cold. Scrub up good. I don’t want you stinking up the cab of my semi. Tonight, we’ll check into this motel, and you can have a hot shower….

“Are you… crying?... Wait, you think that I am your savior, rescuing you from that disgusting mattress? Oh faggot. That’s too funny. I’m just here to transport you from one hell to another. We are going to spend a few nights at a motel in the middle of nowhere run by Big Hog. It’s a total dive. Big Hog usually has the men to fill its six rooms. They are waiting for us. You have an evening of servicing whoever Big Hog plans on being there. Don’t know what all he has planned other than your hair removal and castration.

“You can drop the shocked look. And don’t even try to beg me not to take you there; I don’t care. I really don’t. You are fucking cargo to me.

“Your new owners want a hairless eunuch; they are going to get one. That’s why we are spending a few days there. Then I drop you off at the facility in South Carolina to be shipped off to God knows where.

“Everything is pretty much set. Trust me, you won’t miss your balls. It’s not like you were using them for anything…. Well other than a punching bag. You are not going to father any kid. So why leave them attached? If anything, this should reinforce that you are not a man, that you are a cunt faggot slave used for the enjoyment of real men.

“Here’s the hose. Rinse yourself off. It’s cold…. When was the last time you cleaned out your cunt?... A few hours ago? Good. Let’s go to my truck. No, I don’t have a towel for you to dry off; the air is fine. And you are not covering yourself up. No one will think twice about coming into a closed down rest area. Well except those in the know.

“You cleaned up well. You no longer look like a troll living under a bridge. Stop right here. Get on your knees. Out here in the open. I have to take a hell of a piss. Might as well start using my own personal toilet.

“It’s big isn’t it? This is what you are going to be serving the next week or so. Fuck! You sure know how to drink. When I finish, get me hard. I’m going to plow your cunt right here. It’s too beautiful of a day to fuck in a closed cab.

“Stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back…. These handcuffs will keep you from doing something stupid. Now lean over. Don’t worry, I got you. These cuffs will act as a handle. Oh man, are you ever stretched out. Jesus! My beercan is encountering no resistance. No wonder why the guys are bringing me a special plug….

“Oh wait, do you hear that? In the distance? That sounds like a number of motorcycles. Yeah, they will be in here in no time. When they do, don’t fucking move. I want them to see me plowing your cunt front and center.

“Oh man, I can feel a few fresh loads in you. I will start the training you to build up these cunt muscles, to get them back to a place that offers some pleasure to the men using it.

“They are getting louder. The sound of multiple motorcycles always gets my juices flowing. Clamp down…. That’s all you have? Fuck, we need to work on that.

“Here they come…. Look at that. That looks like Coyote and Lieutenant Tom. And Coyote has your replacement. Look at that beast. He’s not going to be here long. Someone will buy him soon. Oh! And here comes Lil Hog.

“Cunt keep staring at the concrete; don’t look up unless told to. And don’t say a goddamned thing. Here come’s Lil Hog….

“…Hey man I see Coyote has a beast of a slave going in…. Fuck. Look at those arms. Sheesh. Can I get a piece of that before I and this cunt leave? This fag’s cunt is so stretched out, it’s damned near worthless as a fuck. Do you have the plug? Good. Good. I’ll meet you in the toilet once I get this cunt plugged and installed in my cab.

“Cunt, get up and let’s go. Take this butt plug. In the next 50 feet, by the time we get to the semi, I want that plug in your cunt. It should go in easy considering how stretched out you are. That’s a very special plug; it comes all the way from Germany. It has sensors around the base to monitor how tight you can squeeze.

“Ok get up in the cab…. Lay in the bunk. This chain is secured to the truck and now,… to your collar. You ain’t going anywhere.

“I love technology. That plug is now synced to my iPad here. Feel that vibration? That’s telling you to squeeze. You are to squeeze your cunt around the plug and keep squeezing as long as it vibrates. If it vibrates very fast that means that you need to tighten up even more.

“When I get back, I will have a baseline score for your cunt muscle strength. It will probably suck. So I will most likely beat you for punishment, which will be after you clean off that beast’s ass slime from my dick.

“I’ll be back in a bit. I’ll probably be last in the train. And I don’t care if you want to beat off. As long as you are squeezing the plug when instructed, that’s all I care. Besides, this will be the last opportunity to pound your pud and drain your balls before they are sliced away.”

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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

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i really need abby x short gym rat gf, bc all i see is abby x super fem or defenseless reader and i’m a gym rat tooooo

Ooo okay!

I hope you like it Anon! I wrote this so late at night but when I got your ask I just HAD to try and write something out!

This is short and sweet buuut, I hope you like it never the less! Enjoy!

You were punching the punching bag as hard as you could and as fastly as you could. You were letting out some steam from the long day of patrol without your girlfriend with you, as she was on a different patrol team today and usually she would have changed the teams so you were both on the same patrol team—but with you also being one of Issac top soldiers, he needed you somewhere else today.

And Abby had yet to get back from her patrol when you had gotten back from yours about an hour ago, so you figured you would hit the gym. You loved working out—that’s how you and Abby meet! With you being a new at WLF and had no friends at the time, you always found yourself at the gym for company. Enjoying watching people coming and going, watching them work out and train hard.

Abby knew every face at the gym, she was just observant to her surroundings, and she happen to notice you when you first went to the gym. You were working on you legs at the time, starting off with a warm up set of squats, that got her attention. She hated herself for being so perverted and just staring at your ass—but it looked so good in your black thigh high tight shorts.

You could feel the sweat dripping off you as you felt your wrapped hands throb from even hit you landed on the bag, just really letting out some steam. Huffing and puffing as you acted out dodging a hit and slamming your right fist into the side of the bag—making it swing to your left.

“Well shit, who pissed you off today?”

You heard her smug voice call out as you stood up straight and grabbed the swinging bag.

Panting as you place you hands on your hips, you turn around and see Abby leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a large wolffish grin.

“Hm, well first and foremost, I was forced to work with idiots today without my girlfriends help—which just made me miss my girlfriend even more. Then when I get home she’s not here yet, so I just figured I would let off some steam.”

She let out a chuckle as she stood up uncrossing her arms and walked over to you, watching as the sweat dripped down you chest and abs, some of it soaking into the seam of your sports bra and the rim of your shorts; but what she really noticed was your arms.

“Damn baby girl, your arms are looking so good lately.” She said as she stopped and stared.

You giggle as you lift up you arms and flexing for her, sending a wink her way as she blushed with a goofy smile on her face.

“Thank you, my wonderful lover gave me a few tips to try out and I think their working.” You said as you let your arms fall down.

“Those were some great tips she gave you..” Abby said under her breath as you swore you could see hearts in her eyes—just from starting at your muscles.

She finally looks you know the eyes and walked the rest of the way to you, leaning in to give you a hug, making you hold your hands up to stop her. You just got a rather interesting look from her making you giggle again.

“I’m soaking wet babe, you don’t wanna hug me.” You said as you wipe your forehead with the back of your forearm.

“Oh yeah? You nice and wet for me?” She said with a silly smirk, making you roll your eyes with a smile as you turn away to grab you water bottle.

Abby takes the chance and runs up behind you—hugging your waist and lifting you into the air as she spins you around, making you let out a loud laugh and kick your legs. She finally puts you down and gives you a real hug from behind, burying her face into your neck and placing a gentle kiss there as she slowly rocks you back and forth—swaying the both of you as you lean your head back so she has more room to work with, placing one gentle kiss after another.

You sigh as she does this, time just stopping for you as you two stand in your own little corner of the universe. Just the two of you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson/reader #lovely people #anon ask #wlw #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #lesbians in love #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson/you

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Stories To Be Told: PART 12

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: so many souls did i rip out with the last part? i need a headcount lol

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When I came to, there were voices and steps I could hear above the rushing waterfall. I was so impossibly sore. I was in pain, so much fucking pain. I looked across the cave, seeing blood staining the rocks and my siphon collar that landed just short of Rainne’s resting place.

“What are we going to do if we don’t find her?” A voice said.

“We keep searching until we do,” said another determinedly. “I’m not-”

“What if she’s dead?”

“She’s not. I can feel it.”

I didn’t have enough energy to move. I couldn’t even lift my aching head. There was dried blood all across my skin. I hated it. I used every minuscule of energy to draw a dagger. I had to defend myself if they came into the cave, I told myself.

How the hell was I going to do that? I thought distantly. I was laying on one of my wings, the other stretched out, crumpled against the wall.

“She might’ve run away.”

“Whatever, just give me the damn faelight, I’ll search this one myself.”

I held the dagger as tight as I could manage, lifting my head to face the person coming into the cave. If I was going to die, I’d die fighting.

A light came into the cave. It was dark outside, so the light amongst the dark hurt my already sore eyes.

It was an Illyrian. I held my breath.

The light illuminated the grave.

There was a sudden intake of breath. The light turned outside the cave. “There’s a grave in here!”

More trudging. Another second Illyrian male.

The light went back to the grave, lowering as if they’d leaned down to see something and I tried to now breathe too loudly.

“That’s-” one gasped.

“Her siphons.”

Then the light went higher and farther into the cave, shining into my eyes.

I whined, closing my eyes against the brightness.

“Y/N.” I put my dagger hand over my eyes, pain flitting all over my body.

Then there was the rush of footsteps and someone kneeled beside me. “Y/N, Y/N, it’s Azriel,” the male said. “Y/N?”

I whined, hurting. “Azriel?” I said, my throat dry.

I was suddenly picked up and pulled into his chest. I whimpered in pain, but hid my face in his chest pathetically. Azriel had found me, I thought. He’d found me. Tears came to my eyes and I couldn’t help the sob that came out.

“We found you, we found you. You’re safe,” Azriel murmured, holding onto my tightly. “Safe. I’ve got you.” He tucked my head under his chin.

I felt safe. For once I felt safe. I didn’t know why, but being in Azriel’s arms felt right.

“There’s blood,” the other voice, now familiar to me, said. Cassian.

Azriel turned his head slightly. “Are you hurt?” He asked me.

I nodded, letting out another relieved sob.

“Rhys is on his way,” Cassian informed. “Nesta is coming too.”

“Don’t-” I begged. “Don’t let them see me.”

Azriel tightened his hold. “They won’t care,” he assured. “They won’t care, baby, they’ll just be relieved you’re safe. We’ve been looking for you for two whole days. Nesta has been tearing her hair out and using me like a punching bag for letting you get away.”

I sniffled, my hand with the dagger dropping as I went to wrap my arms around Azriel as well, needing this grounding force.

“What hurts baby?” He asked, rubbing circles on my upper shoulders.

I didn’t reply, just burrowed my face more into his chest with a whimper.

Then there were more footsteps rushing into the cave.

Cassian moved to meet them. “Az has her,” he quickly explained. “She’s injured.”

“Y/N?” Nesta’s voice cut through my thoughts. Lighter footsteps, and then Nesta was putting a hand on my shoulder next to Azriel’s.

Everything was so overwhelming. I didn’t know how to deal with this. I’d never had such an intense reaction.

“Az, you’ve got to let her go, we’ve got to get her to Madja,” Rhysand’s voice cut through.

Azriel regretfully let go, and I felt more hands grappling at my body. My legs were weak, so someone carried me. I took one last regretful look at Rainne’s grave before I was carried out from behind the waterfall into the open air. It was dark outside and the moon was high.

“Give her to me, I’ll winnow her to Madja,” Rhysand said.

Cassian, who was apparently holding me, handed me off gently. My wings were limp behind me and everything in me hurt to no end.

We winnowed. It was weird and made me feel sick and dizzy compared to the winnowing I was used to, but I held back the bile in my throat.

I was set on a bed and then a female’s voice cut through the dizziness. “You tell me what hurts right now. What hurts most?” She asked.

“My head and thigh,” I replied, choking on my breath.

I suddenly felt a sweet, cooling sensation at my thigh around the location of the wound.

“Stabbed, were you?” The female chuckled. She must’ve noticed my tears, because she said, “Whatever happened, it's over with. You’re in my care now and you're safe. Take deep breaths if you can. I can’t ease your headache if you keep causing it yourself. Is there anywhere else you were injured?”

“My- my wing,” I said, trying to keep my voice clear.

The female turned. “Spread them out, will you? I won’t touch them unless I warn you.”

I arched off the bed slightly and spread my wings to hang limply off the bed I was laid on.

A textured hand came to grip my hand. I looked over, seeing Azriel with a pained expression.

“This is… you got beyond lucky,” the healer sighed. “That cut on your wing almost went to the tendon. Clipped. You’re a lucky soul.”

I felt that cooling sensation on my wing and I turned my head to look over. The scab on my wing healed over. I took a shaky breath.

The healer turned to me. “Anywhere else?”

I shook my head. “Just- just sore.”

“As is to be expected. Be gentle on your leg for a little, and don’t fly for a day or two, take a break. Rest up, wash, and heal your mind. If you start feeling pain that feels off, you come to me, understand?” she ordered, giving me a serious stare. I nodded, wiping my eyes with my dirty sleeve.

Azriel squeezed my hand and I lolled my head to the side to look over. “You’re safe, I won’t let anyone get you,” He assured.

I hummed, closing my eyes as my head pounded again. The healer came over with a pitcher and glass of water.

“Drink,” she ordered, then walked off.

I grimaced, my muscles aching at the thought of moving. I felt like I was heavy. Like I just couldn’t lift anything anymore.

“You need help sitting up?” Azriel asked.

I nodded, ashamed. Azriel just smiled and then moved to help me sit up, being careful to not touch my wings, only my back. Then he poured a glass of water and handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I drank the water. I realized how thirsty I was at the first gulp and eagerly downed the rest. “Sorry… sorry for worrying you guys.”

Azriel’s gaze softened even more, if that was even possible. “Don’t apologize. Not for anything. You’re alive and we found you, that’s all that matters.”

I nodded. Azriel refilled my glass, smiling faintly at me. He made sure I’d drunk my fill before looking over towards the other end of the healing room. That’s when I saw my High Lord, High Lady, Cassian and Nesta all watching. I grimaced. I looked like shit, probably with blood all over me and mud and with a tear stained face.

Cassian wandered over first. “You’re staying the hell away from training for at least a week.” A moment later. “I’m glad you’re okay Y/N.”

Rhysand spoke up in agreement. “We all are glad.”

Feyre and Nesta nodded, solidifying that fact. Nesta came over to my other side, putting a hand on my arm. “You better not try to die again. I like having you around.”

I chuckled a little. “I like having you around too.”

Nesta smiled. Then she whispered in my ear. “Az isn’t like this for many, take that however you wish.”

She squeezed my arm once more before walking off.

“You’re safe,” Az said, just loud enough for me to hear. I didn’t move, but I felt my heart ache for some reason.

“We’ll talk when you’re ready,” Rhysand spoke up. “Focus on getting better.”

He turned to Feyre, before they both disappeared.

I felt my eyes slipping, exhaustion hitting me like a wave.

“Am I allowed out of here?” I asked.

Cassian nodded. “Get better,” he ordered before walking out with Nesta.

“Want me to fly you back to the House?” Azriel asked beside me.

I nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”

He smiled, standing up and then moving his hands under my shoulders and knees before lifting me up. I folded my wings slightly, trying to not be too annoying to carry.

Azriel seemed calmer with me against his chest again. “Hold onto my neck,” he ordered gently. As soon as I’d wrapped my arms around his neck, he launched into the air.

I felt my eyes slipping closed. He carried me all the way to my bathroom.

“I assume you want to bathe?” He asked, making sure.

I nodded, eyes half-lidded. “Thank you.”

Azriel smiled. “Just ask the House for anything, or to get me. I’m more than willing to help.”

I smiled and nodded. Azriel had changed since the last time I had talked to him. It was a good change, and something within me told me he was safe. Being in his arms with my head on his chest was safe. I didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Thank you,” I said, moving to turn the bath on to the hottest possible setting.

Azriel dipped his head and then walked out, closing the bathroom door and then the bedroom door.

I felt like shit, but I was able to undress to lower myself into the bath. Then clean my body.

On my bed, I saw my bag, two shined daggers and my siphon collar.

I just moved it to the floor, sitting down to clean my siphon first while I was thinking of it. After it was clean, I strapped it on, that weight more reassuring than constricting now.

Then I collapsed on the bed, pulling the sheets over me before passing out.

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My dreams were silent, probably due to my exhaustion. I awoke a few times, feeling too hot or too cold, and then feeling sore, but I managed to fall back asleep, even through the morning until I woke up finally, feeling a lot more rested.

I still felt sore, unbelievably so, but it was better than before. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to face the truth.

I raised my head first, looking around my room. Then lifted my torso off the bed, stretching out my wings. I winced at a small spike of pain from the healed cut. I ignored it, it was probably just phantom pain.

I stood up, lethargically making it to my window and opening it, breathing in the air.

A plate of food appeared on the window seal. I smiled.

“Thank you,” I whispered, and ate what I could stomach at that moment. It didn’t turn out to be a lot, and certainly not enough for my exhausted body, but I just… couldn’t.

I wandered out of my room after, grimacing as my thigh’s muscles protested. “Hey Y/N,” Azriel’s voice cut through the fog of my mind like a lighthouse.

I turned to face him.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m okay,” I lied. He eyed me closer.

“You’re still shaking,” he observed. “And your shadows are flitting around like little birds. Characteristic of worrying.”

I sighed, twisting my hands against each other. “I’m trying to be okay,” I said, fixing my previous statement. “I will be okay.”

Azriel’s gaze softened. “Anything I can do to help?”

He was confusing me, being so kind. Last I checked we were arguing and now he’d called me baby (yes, I did remember that) and was being like a worried mother hen.

“My mind wanders where it wishes to, nobody can control it,” I sighed. “It’s just a lot, let’s stick with that.”

Az nodded. “You’re safe. Nobody can get you.” And I believed him. I truly did believe him. I was safe.

“What happened to… him?” I couldn’t even bear to say his name.

Azriel tensed, but replied carefully. “He rots in a prison cell until we’re ready to deal with him. Rhysand isn’t going to be kind.”

I felt tears prick my eyes against my will again.

“Y/N?” Az asked, daring a step closer. The tears came tumbling out of my eyes before I could stop them. “Hey, it’s alright,” Azriel tried. “He can’t get you. I won’t let him. I cut off his hand when he stabbed you. I wouldn’t hesitate to take off his head.” That assurance would startle anyone else, but it did ease some of my anxiety. Just barely a fingertip length.

“How is he my father?“ I whispered. “How is he the mysterious figure my mother always spoke of?”

Azriel put a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I hid my face in his chest, unwilling to brave any more eye contact. “Whether he is your biological parent or not, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. He doesn’t define you. Nobody does if you don’t let them.”

I nodded, sniffling. “Why is it so bad this time?” I whispered. “Even after that night I escaped, I wasn’t like this.”

He wrapped his arms around me, and just like before, a feeling of safety came with it, just like before. “I don’t know. But you’re strong, you know? Whatever is wrong, you can get through it.”

I took a shaky breath, trying to stop myself from breaking out in sobs again. “Sorry,” I whispered, feeling guilty for having to have someone deal with me like this.

Azriel gripped my chin, tilting my gaze up to meet his. “You don’t apologize for things like this. Okay?”

My eyes watered more. How was he so kind? I wondered. How did he know? How- how anything?

“You don’t burden anyone with your tears. Especially after this. If you need to cry, you cry, got it? I-“ he cut himself off, shaking his head, as if holding something back. “I don’t feel like I have to take care of you or anything. I want to make sure you’re okay, that you heal and that you never, ever have to deal with him again.”

I felt like sobbing just from these words. “Thank you,” I said quietly.

He just hugged me closer. I didn’t fight back. I don’t think that I even could, with my soreness, but Azriel also felt so incredibly safe, unlike anyone before. Like I knew he would protect me in some way. A string tugged in my chest, going taunt. I held back a gasp from the sudden jerk. It felt odd, but not entirely wrong, I evaluated. A little thread, tied in my chest.

We stood there for a little bit, and I basked in the feeling of right that was in my chest when Azriel had his arms around me.

I pulled away when I sensed someone coming down the hallway.

Azriel gave me one last reassuring smile before turning to find Cassian trudging down the hallway.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed happily. “How are you feeling?”

My tears had dried mostly, so hopefully it wasn’t noticeable. “I’m fine,” I replied. Despite what Azriel had said, I didn’t plan on showing weakness purposely. At least not any time soon.

“That’s good,” Cassian said. “Nesta was a bit worried in a way. She wanted me to let you know you’re invited to their Mind Stilling if you want to.”

I grimaced. Mind Stilling. It might be the bane of my existence now.

“I’ll go,” I said, tone quieter. “If even just to calm her and my own nerves.”

Cassian nodded. “They’re having lunch right now if you want to join them.”

“I already ate,” I said. A beat goes by. “I’ll go anyway.”

Cassian grinned. “Az, by the way, Rhys wants to talk to you.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” Azriel replied. “I’ve got a couple things to do at my desk.”

I took my leave, trying to hold back my limp best I could as I wandered into the dining room. The other Valkyries were eating food. But they jumped to their feet when they saw me.

“Y/N!” Nesta said loudly. “How are you?”

“I’m alright Nesta,” I said, sliding into a chair with a wince. “Just sore.”

Nesta’s jaw tightened, but she sat down as well.

Gywn was hesitant, but she was brave enough to ask, “Can we ask what happened? Or at least why you were gone for 2 days?”

I took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you all when we’re somewhere a bit more private.”

“You don’t have to,” Emerie quickly said. “We don’t have to know. It’s your business.”

“I trust you guys,” I assured. “You were concerned, so you deserve at least a little explanation.”

Nesta smiled. “We trust you too,” she said after a quick glance to either of the other companions.

I grinned. I coughed a little, barely anything more than a scoff, and yet a cup of water appeared from nowhere anyway.

“Mother hen,” I growled to the House before taking a long sip of the water.

Nesta chuckled in amusement. “It truly is a mother hen,” she commented.

Emerie hummed in agreement.

“It’s like I cough, or I sneeze, and immediately, tissues or water or whatever the hell. The House must like us or something,” Gwyn replied.

“It does,” Nesta agreed.

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aloneatpeace · 5 months

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Bullet Train

Chapter 2

Ladybug walked through the car full of momong mascots and lights decorated hands secured around the briefcase. He was talking with maria through the ear piece he looks back to make sure no one was following him.

“Hey I know you stole something of mine” ladybugs whole body freeze at the sentence, he curses softly maria on another end was also slightly alarmed “I am talking to you” he was expecting someone pointing a gun at him. When he turns, he realized that the person wasn’t even telling him but to one of the momonga mascot.

You and the mascot exchange some words the next thing he sees that you tackling the mascot with war cry and starts to punch it in its face cursing in both English and Japanese.

Ladybug run towards the both you, lifting you off the mascot.

“Clam down. What’s wrong?” he asks

“This mascot stole my laptop” you hiss at the mascot as it gets up.

He raises an eyebrow at the statement, the mascot gesture to calm down as it walks away you lunch towards it but ladybug prevent you from doing so

“Now how do you know this is the same one who stole it” ladybug look down at you,

“Because that’s my laptop last location is right here” you thrust your phone screen at his face where the blinking light indicate indeed your device is here.

The mascot came back with your laptop you snatch it back with a glare hard at the mascot as it slowly back away.

“You alright now?” ladybug asks

You let out a breath calming yourself “yes” finally looking at the man as you recognize him on your way to the train.

“Hey, it’s you?”

Ladybug raise an eyebrow at you as Mariya questions him about what happening “I don’t know you and I’m pretty good at remembering face.”

“Oh, we never meet. I just saw you just while ago remember a guy bump into you” he let out a small hum as you continue “yeah, I saw your key and ticket feel. I was going to put it the lost and found” you dug your hands in your pocket and give him his belonging. “here”

Ladybug smiles “there is nice people here indeed. Thank you”

You shrug “well its nice meet you, I’ll be leaving now. have a good day” ladybug waves as you walk away.

While you walk you get a message from the informer saying the white death son who has been kidnapped now rescued by the same people who done the Bolivia job leaving behind 17 dead bodies.

Huh why did the white asked the twins though didn’t they just killed his men. This people are crazy, bat shit crazy.

as you walk back to your place, one of the momonga mascot crash into you. instantly you pull your lap towards your chest.

“Back away you, filthy thief” the mascot hastily run away you mutter a curse under your breath. You don’t see lemon or tangerine but the guy opposite is leaning towards the window. As you go to set down you get a glimpse of the guys back at where leagues are kept. They seem to be having a serious conversation you put the laptop back patiently wait for your destination.

The twins came back tangerine let out a delighted hum at the sight of you. “Hello love, thought we lost you for quick moment”

You shake your head “nope. I found what I was looking for”

Tangerine sits beside you as lemon take seat next to the guy “care to enlighten us?”

“One of the mascots stole my laptop when we bump into earlier”

Tangerine raises his eyebrow at this “how did you know it’s the same one love?”

“Same thing happened yesterday but they didn’t come this close”

Lemon glance at your bag “seems like you got something worth in it”

“Yep. Seems like he really knocked out” you point to wards the man sleeping beside lemon changing the subject quirkily.

“Huh……. well, he has to get up now” lemon shook him making him turn and a gasp leave your mouth as the man eyes wide open, blood poring out of his eyes.

The twins curse, standing from their seat they inspect the guy as you sit there stunned at the turns of events.

“First his wife, now his son. That’s a lot of white deaths” lemon say making tangerine give a look at his statement and sigh.

“The white’s son?” you whisper in disbelief making the two male curses again for quick minute they forget about you “who are you people?” you slowly stand but tangerine was already blocking your way “wait……you’re the twins!” you yell making the passengers turns to you especially a lady with a glasses glare at you

Tangerine slowly walks towards you making your press your self against the glass as there is no way where to go “sorry love, as much as I enjoy hearing you gotta shut up now”

“ARE YO...” tangerine clasp his hands over your mouth and you feel something poking on your stomach and your eyes widen at the gun.

“We are going to have a chat. Lemon handle this” he said nodding at the body and start to walk you both to secluded area.

Once he makes sure no one can listen he let go off you and put away his gun “sorry about that love. Shouldn’t you be used to dead bodies. We both know you didn’t kill the white’s son but did you see anyone suspicious?”

“Are you seriously asking me this question? I didn’t even know you’re the twins! How am I suppose to know who killed him!” you throw your hands in the air in frustration.

He glances at the side before sighing “Here is what’s going to happen, we both go back to the seat. You won’t be going anywhere until we sort it out”

You look at him in confusion “what? I’m not staying here. I don’t what’s happening here something tell me if I stay here, I’ll might end up dead”

Tangerine slowly walks towards making you gulp and move backwards to create distance that until he corners you against the window, he looks directly in your eyes “I can either knock you out or you can sit there as I say. Choose wisely I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours”

You stay silent eyes trained on him heart beating out your chest at the close proximality. He tilts his head at you “we like the second one doesn’t we love” you reluctantly nod.

He backs up and take your hands in his with tight yet gentle grip and walk back to lemon, he sits you in your seat turning to lemon “we’ll make a brief stop at shin-Yokohama” seeing the weird glasses on the dead body he shoots a questioning look at lemon.

“they’re them momonga glasses” lemon says as it’s the most obvious thing

“The fuck is a momonga?” he hisses

“Comes on after Thomas every Thursday”

“Thomas the tank engine?” you look at lemon with an unimpressed look

“yeah”

“Please don’t fucking start. It good he looks asleep that’s enough” lemon stands up and fixes tangerine suit “we gotta make sure he doesn’t step a foot off this train. You see the case deal with whoever has it”

“All right, how dol do that? Talk to him or, like, talk to him?” lemon shifts in his foot adding flipping his jacket

Tangerine gives him a blank look “I don’t know’ why don’t you tell him about the story about how Gorden met Percy and how Percy’s now bleeding from his fucking eye sockets” he aggrievedly stresses the last word; you almost look worried for lemon. “don’t mind my language love, and sorry about this” he said before taking a sip tag and cuffing your hand to the seat and you mouth falls in disbelief and glares at him as he leaves.

Lemon turns to you “he means kill him. You stay right here I will be right back”

With that lemon also leave, you sit there for a second before hurriedly taking your phone and snap a picture of the dead white’s son, before taking your stuff and run out there. Surely you can’t get out now but you have to wait till next stop without getting caught.

Lemon got back when you left the station you who was still siting Infront of dead body sigh lemon turns to you “you need some water?”

“No. I want to leave. Why am I even here, lemon?” you lean against your seat looking at him

“Well love, I can’t do that. And tangerine would probably cuss me out if let you go” he answers

“Why, I don’t have anything valuable or know who killed him” you whine lemon open your laptop that has the files about the white death “oh come on”

“Besides, I think he likes you” he said causally you turns to at him with an unimpressed look on your face “what? You should be dead by now, but you’re not and that’s count”

“Thank you?”

lemon take out his phone and reads the text when a guy sits on across him, it’s the guy from earlier.

“Hi. There’s a gun under this table “he starts but lemon cut him off

“Shh… there is a lady here” he points at you the guy turns to you his eyes lift up in recognition “and this is the quite car gotta use your small inside voice in here, son.”

Ladybug sees the sip tie his eyes narrowing at lemon before returning to you “are you being held against your will?” you nod at him

“Shh…inside voices” lemon interpret

“There is gun under the table” ladybug whispers now you look at his hands only see them empty.

“I can’t really hear what you saying”

“There is gun…” he firmly starts only to cut off when a lady in the front to shush them

Lemon chuckles “I’m just fuckin’ with you mate.”

The guy tilts his head nods “it’s been a long time since Johannesburg”

Unbothered lemon looks at the guy “yeah. Who the fuck are you?”

The guy smile at lemon “really. You don’t remember me?”

“You look like every white homeless white male I’ve ever seen”

“Okey. Well, I have something I believe you’re looking …really you don’t remember me?” the guy removes his glasses as if try to make lemon recognize him

You sigh as you watch them seems like you won’t be going getting out of here anytime soon

“I remember Johannesburg, but I don’t remember you.”

“You shot me”

“I shoot lot of people.”

“You shot me twice”

“Well, you also have a shoot able face. I know you’re the black framed glasses. The cheeky fucker who took our briefcase.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He answers honestly leaning back on his seat

“You know. I’ve done a lot of personal work since Johannesburg. I’ve forgiven, I’ve moved on. I’ve learned that with any potential conflict there an opportunity for growth a path to a peaceful outcome. It was then I look into the mirror and you know what? Buddy, I didn’t like what I saw.”

You yawn quietly as you watch them you thought he might just kill Lemon and maybe hopefully let you go but you are not really sure about that. You tune out what their conversation you glance at the dead body and next thing you know that they’re fighting with each other.

“Oh my god” you gasp when they come crashing to your side and Lemon pull out the gun aiming at the guy making him grab the front of the gun pointing it away.

“No no not my laptop” you whisper yell when the guy hit lemon with your laptop.

“I am saving us here” ladybug replies “let me find something to cut the tie” he stands looking around

“There is small knife in my bag” you looking at your bag on that sit abandoned at tangerine seat. Ladybug search the bag take out small pocket knife and help you out the restrains. You rub your wrists and step out your seat.

“Jesus did you kill him?” you poke at lemon turning to the male who mixing up a powder like substance to the water that lemon had “what is that?”

“One he is not dead and this is something to keep me from getting shoot and extensionally keep you alive as well” he shakes it and put it down.

“We need to go before tangerine comes” you take your laptop and phone hastily that guy hide away the gun you took out your phone and take a couple of photos of the white son carefully not leaving your fingerprint.

Ladybug throws a confused glance at you as you do. Finally deeming you have enough straightening you see him observing you “what?”

“You seem oddly clam about the situation” he states but that seems to snap something in you as he sees you glare at him.

“Clam do you even know what’s going on here? That the white death’s son. Dead. died. the white death. And I don’t know who did it or why was he even here or of all people I made friends with psychotic twins and I don’t even who you are and what’s your deal with them. All I know that something crazy shit going on here and if we don’t leave soon, we all die. Do you understand me?” you yell at him the end making an old lady passenger with glass to turns to you and shush you. “Fuck off lady” you walk out carrying your thing and leave.

Ladybug apologize to the lady and starts to follow you but you were gone, walking past serval cars you murmur a soft sorry when you bump into a girl as you upload everything to your small portable USB drive. You find one of first class as you wait patiently for everything to upload as you do you hear the sound of the grunts coming from the restroom making you frown slowly cursing you stand up.

Yuichi cruse silently when the combination he put in wrong grunting he tries another one when suddenly the door opens making him aim the gun at the intruder.

“shit” you mutter when you saw the guy crouched down pointing a gun at you.

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Just Right | Ch 7

(Steve Rogers x F!Reader, post-Ultron Multichapter)

Summary:

You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Length: 3,512

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Excerpt:

You catch up with Gold Steve right as he’s headed back into Bumble. You get it-- it’s the least-used of the sparring rooms. The unenhanced humans leave it for the enhanced ones, and the enhanced humans all have their own routines, most of which don’t feature the unique landscape.

It’s a perfect place for Gold Steve to isolate himself, basically. You wonder how many hours he’s spent in there.

Pushing the door open feels like an imposition, but if your plan doesn’t work, this man will never see his version of you again (the possibility that you might never know hasn’t hit till right now. There are a million alternate possibilities, and the three of you are basing your contingency plan on an offhand comment about a fall). Not only that, but his last few encounters with you will have been negative.

You’re standing in the entryway gathering up your courage when he speaks.

“He told you, didn’t he? You’d have just left me alone to cool off, otherwise.”

Wincing, you nod.

Chapter Seven

All right, it seems someone has decided to spoil our fun. It was bound to happen, but you all know I neither forgive nor do I forget. If you don’t want to be accused of breaking up the best 1v1 since Thor and I threw down in the forest that one time, get out of the hallways for the next thirty minutes! All surveillance will be OFF to hide the evidence of my righteous acts of anger.

“Tony, you magnificent genius!” you giggle. Both Steves look confused, so you explain your theory. “This has to be Stark-style cover. He’s clearing the hallway so no one figures out it was me, since if they do, I’ll be persona non grata here for weeks.” A thought occurs to you, and you frown. “Actually, for him to meddle like that probably means something’s up. I’d better…” You trail off.

The end of that sentence was meant to be ‘head over to Tony’s lab to figure it out,’ but even after kissing Steve, even after being some sort of focal point for both versions of him, that feels presumptuous.

“I’ll go with you,” Steve says, as if it’s natural for you to see yourself that way.

Gold Steve holds up a roll of athletic tape. “There are some things I still want to take care of. Keep me updated?” The two Steves go through an exchange of looks that you can’t decipher, before Gold Steve offers Steve a little smile. “If Tony wants to tell me something, he will. It’s fine, go on ahead.”

“All right.”

The two of you watch Gold Steve head for an alcove with punching bags, and he turns to you. “I can stay back for a few minutes if you don’t want to be seen in the halls with me.”

You know walking with Steve would be seen as an admission of culpability for your role in breaking up their sparring match, but you shake your head. “Steve, I’d go with you on a walk to certain death. I can handle a bit of disapproval from my coworkers.” It’s flippant, but you mean it. Most of the support staff does-- you’ve talked about it. That’s why you’d trained with Nat a couple of times, because sure, none of you are super powered, you don’t make the tech for yourselves, but you sure as hell would help when it counted, if you had to. If it would make a difference.

“If I let myself take you on a walk like that, I wouldn’t deserve you,” he says, holding the door open for you. The look on his face is serious, and you stop beside him and just… let how you feel show on your face. You remember how that felt from Gold Steve, and you want that for Steve.

He blinks a couple of times and looks down, possibly shy despite being everything you’ve ever wanted, and yep, there it is, you love him even more than you did a few minutes ago. It’s like clockwork.

You get to Tony’s lab without hallway incident, and his reaction tells you he’d been hoping you’d both drop by. Tony has clearly either gotten some sleep, or Pepper’s managed to haul him in for a shower, shave, and a change of clothes.

“Okay, who’s handing out dire expressions? You get a two-for-one deal?” he asks, leading you into his spacious adjoining office.

Steve says, “I had a conversation with Rogers--”

“I was hoping to ask you about that. Must have been some talk if it got you wanting to punch yourself in the face. Then again, I want to punch you in the face too, some days.”

“The sparring was unrelated,” Steve says, ignoring Tony’s attempt at riling him up. You notice that he settles into the plush leather couch only once you’ve chosen a seat. “He was already working out in there, doing some moves I didn’t recognize. We figured it was a good chance to talk technique.”

“Two identical heads are better than one? I get it. I think Pepper would appreciate that opportunity too.” The look Tony shoots at you after saying this makes your entire body catch fire.

“Tony!”

“He told me more about why he’s here,” Steve says, clearing his throat. “His timeline is years into our future, but Tony, things are bad over there. I understand his contingency plan, maybe even respect it, but it’s extreme. I don’t mind saying I’m conflicted.”

“I’m dead over there. He confirmed it,” you admit. Steve’s leg starts bouncing, and you wish you had the courage to reach over and rest a hand on it, but you two aren’t there yet. “He also said if we knew what the plan was, we wouldn’t let him go back.”

Steve stands, obviously too upset to sit still. “He’s right.”

“Hit us with it, Cap,” Tony says-- and that’s exactly what he does. Steve explains that his counterpart refused to detail exactly what happened, just stating that something powerful had been misused, and as a result, an unimaginable number of people died. To unravel it, Gold Steve and his version of the Avengers plan to use technology not unlike the device that brought him to your universe, but it isn’t that simple. At least one of the items they need carries a cost.

A cost that Gold Steve plans on paying with his life.

Even after seeing the way Gold Steve had acted in the surveillance video, the way he’d seemed to be mourning something, this news hits you very hard.

Tony’s already pages ahead. “Okay, so we figure out how to save him before we send his ass back. He’s you, so the idea of not going back at all won’t fly. Guy will commandeer this whole place single handedly if he thinks he has to.”

Steve’s tense body language relaxes on hearing that. “Thank you. I agree.”

“Did he… tell you anything about the how?” you ask.

Steve’s jaw clenches. “At one point he hinted at a fatal fall, but I don’t think he meant to. My guess is that it’s weighing on him.” He looks at Tony, lifting his eyebrows to emphasize his next words. “It was clear he thinks his death is some kind of catalyst. A necessity.”

“Score one for tortured nobility?” Tony sighs. “Geez, Steve, even your sacrificial moments are more poetic than mine. It’s enough to give a man a complex.”

A thought’s been forming in your mind, and you can tell that Tony’s about to devolve, so you go ahead and say it. “Steve, has anyone ever tested your healing factor? Like really pushed it?”

“You’ve jumped out of airplanes and stuff before, right?” Tony adds before Steve can respond. “Was it always into water?”

Steve’s brows furrow. “Not always.”

“Without your shield, how far do you think you’d have to fall to die?” Tony presses.

“Pretty far.”

Tony nods at you. “You get an idea?”

“I wondered what counts as ‘dead,’” you say hesitantly. “Whatever we give Rogers would have to be something he’d be willing to use, even though he thinks he has to die to win, right? We’re… we’re probably going to have to trick him. So I was thinking about medical ways to cheat death, and what ‘rules’ your healing follows. I mean, it’s not magic, and dying isn’t a precise process.”

Both men are watching you intently, and you can’t tell by their expressions whether they’re following what you’re saying. If this wasn’t so important, you’d back off. You’d listen carefully to what Steve and Tony suggested and then go back to your desk so you could put it all together without all this pressure. But this-- this is heroism, to you. This is your way of fighting. With your mind, and your designs.

“Go on, ‘Dine. I can tell you have something,” Steve encourages.

You dig your hands together on your lap and try to take courage from the hidden pride you can see in his eyes. “Okay, so the question is, which thing do we think drives that healing factor? Is it brain waves? Is it tied to your heart beating? Because CPR can bring people back, if it’s done soon enough. Brain waves take a long time to fade, depending on the manner of death. If Gold Steve--” You break off, embarrassed. You hadn’t meant to reveal that you have a special nickname for him.

“Shelving that, keep going, I think I see what you’re getting at,” Tony says, which is empowering, because Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to tease.

“Okay. Tony, your armor just has to come into contact with the arc reactor to work, right? FRIDAY monitors your vitals, though, I’ve heard her on the comms. So that means you’ve figured out how to set it up so that skin contact is enough for her to sense them, right?”

“Yes, sensors in certain places. Wrist, over my heart, at my neck.”

“Okay,” you say, getting up, excited. “I have that suit, the one with the rip. We could fit it with a defibrillator, a really subtle one, maybe? I mean, if he looked dead, if his heart stopped for a while, maybe that would be enough to trigger the healing again? How long could we wait before triggering the shock to restart his heart? After that, the healing takes over, and he’ll be alive.”

“He did say he wished his universe had someone to make them gear like ours,” Steve says. “That might be enough for him to accept the suit if you offered it to him.”

“You remember that?” you ask. You do, but the whole thing was memorable, given the location of that rip.

“I thought he was hitting on you.”

“Oh god. Do you have game in any universe?” Tony groans.

“Do I need to?”

“Please stop?” you ask plaintively.

When the three of you adjourn, it’s so you can retrieve the suit for Tony to fit with a subtle defibrillator. This time, you ask Steve to avoid walking over with you, certain that if Gold Steve sees the two of you spending time, he’ll worry that his secret is out and change something.

Sam is in the room when you get there, testing commands for Redwing.

“Hey, ‘Dine. I hate to admit it, but the swap you did with those buttons really helped. I haven’t hit the wrong one after ten launches.”

You grin. “Great! You know you don’t have to say that, though, right? If you don’t like it, I’ll swap it back.”

“No worries. Just because I haven’t bitched at you about anything yet doesn’t mean I wouldn’t,” he says, favoring you with that gorgeous smile of his.

Behind you, Steve's voice says, “You want to try one more time?”

You turn around, startled. You hadn’t seen him when you walked in, but Gold Steve is standing there in regular clothes. He’s got the shield. You must look disapproving, because Sam steps over right away.

“He said he was going to stop by before dinner, show me one of the moves he and his Sam use.”

Deep down you know that Steve would never have balked at letting another version of himself use the shield, but there’s something about it that feels too much like sharing. There’s no way in hell you want to examine that, though, so you nod your approval as best you can.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but is it something that needs both of you? Can I work whatever it is into the armor, somehow?”

“Nah, needs the shield, otherwise I wouldn’t have touched it. Watch--” Gold Steve says, and Sam’s already releasing Redwing. The drone flies in a wide arc up by the ceiling, then dive-bombs over to Gold Steve, who expertly hides it behind the vibranium shield. “Redwing got clipped during a mission, once, and we came up with this.”

“Doesn’t that mean you’re changing history?” you tease, but immediately regret it. Gold Steve’s expression hardens, and he can’t get the shield off fast enough. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--”

“No, you’re right. I’m… I’m too comfortable here, I think,” he says, and without another word, Gold Steve is out the door, the shield still rocking on the floor from the vehemence he’d shed it with.

“Man can’t help himself, I think,” Sam says, but you feel completely awful. Awful enough that when Sam says, “Go on, I know you want to,” you don’t even argue with him.

Instead, you go straight over to the locker where you’d stashed the ripped uniform in its bag. “Sam, could you take this to Tony? He’s got a theory I’d like to test.”

It’s the truth, but your conscience pricks you a little.

“You’ve got it,” Sam says, and as soon as you hand it over, you run out the door.

Gold Steve is not in sight, so you do what you should have done the last time you were looking for someone, and ask FRIDAY.

It’s a perfect place for Gold Steve to isolate himself, basically. You wonder how many hours he’s spent in there.

You’re standing in the entryway gathering up your courage when he speaks.

“He told you, didn’t he? You’d have just left me alone to cool off, otherwise.”

Wincing, you nod.

“Don’t worry. It’s good that you struggle with lying. It’s part of what I--” Gold Steve stops, smiles wryly, and continues. “It’s a good thing.”

His innate sense of decency won’t even let him admit how he feels. Had he talked about that with your Steve? There’s a lump in your throat, but you push past it. You feel like you’re taking on the mantle of that other self, the one he’ll never see again if he does what he’s planning to do.

“I don’t want you to die.”

Gold Steve has the wrapping tape again. “I didn’t want you to die either,” he says. “I did everything I could to stop it, and now I’m going to do everything I can to take it back.”

He pulls out a long strip of the tape, and the sound it makes as it rips away from the rest of the roll is loud, even in that large space. You imagine it as the sound of a heart breaking, but you genuinely can’t tell which out of the two of you that heart belongs to. Maybe that’s why you can’t help but say what’s on your mind.

“Doesn’t that mean she’ll come back and you’ll be gone? It’s going to break her heart, Steve. It’s already breaking mine!”

Oddly, that seems to calm him. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he says confidently, starting the process of wrapping his hands. “It’s part of the plan. When I go back, it will be before I left. Another Steve will already be there. She won’t have to do without me, she’ll just have to do without this me.”

Horrified, all you can do is stand there and stare at him. It’s as though the love you have for Steve Rogers has solidified in the spaces he inhabits-- your heart feels like it’s stopped, your lungs are clogged with fear and dismay.

“‘Dine,” Gold Steve whispers, coming over. “I shouldn’t have-- that was wrong of me to say.”

“But it’s the truth," you manage. Inside, you’re screaming. You want to reassure him. You want to tell him your secret, that it doesn’t have to be this way. But deep down you know that if you tell this version of Steve Rogers what you and Tony plan to do for him, he’ll reject it, and that’s a path to certain death.

So you’ll stay silent.

Even if it destroys you.

Steve finds you desperately nursing a cup of coffee the next morning.

“That bad a night?” he asks, sitting across from you.

“Oh my god, Tony’s right,” you groan. “Steve. Steve. You can’t say that to a woman you like. You shouldn’t even say that to a woman you don’t like!”

He looks completely baffled, and more than a little chagrined. You take pity on him.

“Okay, look at it this way. When you said that, my first thought was, ‘he sees how ugly you are when you haven’t slept well, and it’s so bad he couldn’t help but say something.’”

Immediately, Steve reaches across the table toward you, palm up, insistent. You reluctantly pull one hand from its position cradling your precious, and as soon as you touch his hand, Steve’s thumb brushes across the back of yours in an obvious caress.

He directs an intense look at you and says, “The first thing that went through my head was, ‘Wow, it looks like that cup of coffee is the most important thing in her life, this morning.’ You look as beautiful as ever, I promise.”

It’s the first time in your life that you doubt Steve Rogers is telling the whole truth, but given the motivators involved, you forgive him.

“I take back what I said about Tony,” you blurt out, wide-eyed. “Damn.”

The bashful look is back, and both of you realize you’re not alone in the room at roughly the same time. Steve gives your hand one last squeeze before grabbing his fork and starting on the scrambled eggs on offer this morning.

“Since you say you didn’t sleep well,” Steve says, enunciating with special care, “--did you want to talk about it?”

You look around to see if Gold Steve is in attendance, but he isn’t-- and it occurs to you that you haven’t seen him around the dining area for quite a while now. What you want to say is close enough to gossip that you lower your voice to just above a whisper.

“He’s deliberately isolating himself. I don’t know how much time he’ll have when he goes back, but-- we can’t let him do this. It feels wrong. No matter what happens, we should send him back feeling appreciated by this version of his family.”

“If we tell him we want to give him a sendoff, that might give Tony enough time to finish up,” Steve says, equally quietly. “We just can’t give the rest of the team the impression it’s a wake.”

“You’re right. I can’t imagine Natasha taking his plan lying down.”

A pair of support staff members sit at the other end of your six person table, and with a look, the two of you decide to change the subject.

At least, you thought that’s what that shared look was about.

“So, ‘Gold Steve?’”

You become laser-focused on your half-full coffee cup.

“Do you have a nickname for me, too?”

You do. You call him ‘your’ Steve-- but wild horses couldn’t drag that from you today, not after getting so little sleep. Your mind is… not sharp.

“I reserve the right to answer that on a day I get a full night’s sleep,” you tell Steve. “As for the ‘gold’ thing, he’s from an alternate universe, right? AU. The periodic symbol for gold.”

Steve looks intrigued and no small amount relieved. You decide you won’t tell him you spoke with Gold Steve about the other you unless he asks. There’s no need to worry him-- you’re completely invested in your Steve, despite how much you wish you could save his counterpart.

The subject shifts again, and after a persuasive argument on Steve’s part, you go grab a small plate of food. He’s glued to his phone when you get back, which is unusual enough that you assume it’s something pretty important. Two more people join the table, and soon you’re happily listening to a discussion about classic baseball and pushing the last bites of food around on your plate. Steve asks to borrow someone’s pen, and when he gets up to leave, he hands you a folded square of paper.

Everyone left at the table wants to know what it is, but you tuck it into your pocket and gather up your things to leave.

You don’t unfold it until you get to your desk, and when you figure out what it says, you can’t stop grinning.

Looks like you’re the Boron Radium Iodine Nitrogen Sulfur of this operation. Will you have Cobalt Fluorine Iron Einsteinium and dinner with me tomorrow night?

Next chapter (the conclusion!)

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