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FanFic Friday
Another Friday and another FanFic Friday post. This week's offerings are below:
Karma is My Boyfriend by BumbleBee823: A multi chapter Valentine's Day offering. [Modern AU]
I Thought I Was So Smart by IHaveanArmada: A One Shot imagining Kate arriving at Aubrey Hall for her wedding. [Canon Compliant]
Just One Look by Allatonceyouaretheone: This is Anthony's POV of the fic She's All I Wanna Be that I featured on February 9. [Modern AU]
Welcome Home, Kate by BellaLeigh: This was for Kate week, and is another perspective of Kate arriving at Aubrey Hall for her wedding. [Canon Compliant]
Close Encounters of the Acutest Kind by caciopepebowl: The story of Kate and Anthony's encounters through the years continues. [Modern AU]
I Didn't Know I Needed You (Like I Didn't Know I Needed This Hat) by Searching4Paradiso: A surprise epilogue to this story, and this epilogue is so lovely, I was smiling all the way through it. [Modern AU]
Pumped up from the little bright things by Moomin_94: The story of world Tennis number 1 Kate Sharma and washed up tennis player making a comeback Anthony Bridgerton continues. [Modern AU]
So that is it for this week. Feel free to let me know in the comments any story recommendations.
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🎭 Dive into the underworld with a snippet from my latest Hazbin Hotel fanfiction. A story where intrigue and dark humor intertwine, brought to life by the incomparable Ryson Moon as Angel Dust. 🌟 Artistry meets narrative through the stunning visuals created by Clara Avila, capturing the essence of our beloved characters in every stroke. 🖌️✨ Swipe left to experience a world you thought you knew.
Massive thanks to the incredibly talented Ryson Moon for his mesmerizing portrayal of Angel Dust and to Clara Avila for her breathtaking artwork that brings our story to life. Your talents have truly elevated this project to new heights! 🚀
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FANFIC FRIDAY:
Every Friday this page will highlight some Buddie fics ! Please send in fics that you think should be highlighted, whether it’s your own or a different author to the ask or messages inbox:
Hello hello hellllooooo! Happy Friday lovies and also happy May! I am here to send you amazing vibes for the weekend and to provide you with some spicy fics this week🔥 please keep sending in your recs , we appreciate it so much ♥️🚒🧯 love you all . Also be sure to look out for the upcoming incorrect118 quotes -author note
you've got a friend in me by @likeshipsonthesea
Summary : Buck frowns. “What’s wrong?”
Eddie shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then winces. “Eddie. Are you okay, are you hurt—” Buck steps closer, hands raised to assess Eddie for injury, but Eddie jerks back. Buck stops. “Eddie?”
blackbirds, silence, and early morning orgasms by @queerasdiaz
Summary: The calm. The serene. The birds outside of the window, and the early morning sunlight streaming in through the blinds - the way Eddie can feel it in every single touch, and every kiss - this is where he's meant to be. This is where they are meant to be. They're happy. They're safe. They made it.
short, shallow gasps by @gayboyeddie
Summary : Eddie would like to state, for the record, that he has never cried during sex before.It’s just — Buck does something to him.
You're the Only One (Who Makes Me) by @spinteresting
Summary : Christopher is at camp for the week. Buck and Eddie just got together, and they take advantage of the empty house, exploring each other's bodies many times in many ways.
I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be (Right in front of me) by @finduilasclln
Summary : It’s such a long time coming and still it takes Buck by surprise. It takes him by surprise even though he is the one that leans in and finally kisses Eddie. His second surprise is that Eddie doesn’t push him away, doesn’t even look at him with confusion. Or worse, rage. No, Eddie kisses him back like Buck is a tall drink of water and Eddie is severely dehydrated. Buck knows the feeling.
short, shallow gasps by @gayboyeddie
Summary : Eddie would like to state, for the record, that he has never cried during sex before. It’s just — Buck does something to him.
you've got a friend in me by @likeshipsonthesea
Summary : Buck frowns. “What’s wrong?”Eddie shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then winces.“Eddie. Are you okay, are you hurt—” Buck steps closer, hands raised to assess Eddie for injury, but Eddie jerks back. Buck stops. “Eddie?”“I did something stupid.” Eddie’s voice sounds rough, like it does first thing in the morning. His cheeks are somehow even more flushed than they were when he first stepped out. Buck can feel the discomfort radiating from him and he just—wants to make it better.Buck tries for levity. “Like, tried-to-cook-and-almost-burned-the-kitchen-down stupid or someone-cut-me-off-on-the-freeway-and-now-I-need-help-burying-a-body stupid?”Eddie huffs. “More tried-getting-off-for-the-first-time-in-months-and-got-a-vibrator-stuck-up-my-ass stupid.” Buck takes a second while his brain goes completely blank.
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Just What I Needed - Chapter 19
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A hand gently touched her shoulder to rouse her.
Bell could feel the mattress shift as someone sat down next to her. Without opening her eyes, she grabbed the edge of the bedcovers and pulled them over her shoulder, knocking the hand away.
All she wanted was to sleep.
Not ready to face whatever they had in store for her today.
She heard a hollow thud as something was set down on her nightstand.
The scent of coffee hit her nose.
“Brought you coffee,” He said quietly. At the sound of that familiar gravelly voice, her eyes snapped open.
There was no way.
She nearly bolted upright in bed. Bright loght streamed in through the open door behind him, beaming through the windows in the room just beyond. The backlighting made it hard for her to focus on his face.
“Whoa, you ok?”
He was holding out his hands as if ready to who knows what- steady her?
“Maybe you don’t need coffee,” He chuckled and reached for the mug on her nightstand as if he were going to take it away.
“W-” Bell shook her head and corrected herself, “Frank?”
“Better be, I’m wearing his underwear.”
She could just make out a smirk on his face.
She looked around. She was in her room, in the apartment she had shared with Woods and Mason.
Frank and Alex.
No gray concrete block walls. And real bed instead of a cold uncomfortable cot.
“You’re still feeling a bit out of it, huh?”
Woods reached up and pushed a hair out of her face, his hand lingered on her forehead.
Checking for fever maybe? But why?
“I don’t,” She shook her head, “How did I get here?”
“You were kind of out of it.”
Not wanting to look at Woods she looked down at her hands and balled the bedcovers up in her fists.
“I wouldn’t take your calls,” She said shaking her head, “I wouldn’t see you.”
“Couldn’t just sit back and watch you self-destruct.”
“Frank, I-”
He patted her hand.
“Look, you should just take it easy, ok? I’ll make you something to eat,” He paused, reconsidering, “Or… I’ll make Al cook you up something. Yeah.”
He stood up and left the room pulling the door closed behind him.
Bell watched him go and sighed.
“You think I’m pathetic, don’t you?”
The marionette’s little laugh rang through the room before she materialized next to Bell. As soon as she appeared the laugh ended with a sickening gurgle. Bell had to suspect she was choking on blood again. A surprising feat for someone with a solid wood respiratory system.
“No, not really. You could just stand to dream a little bigger.”
The marionette coughed. Blood dotted the blanket which began to steam as the air became cold. The bright light dimmed into darkness. And the blanket became white snow. They were outside.
Bell shivered.
Just ahead of them a lump of snow rose and fell steadily. Small puffs of steam appeared in the air in time with the movement.
Bell reached out to brush a layer of snow away. She uncovered a patch of gray woolen material.
The arm of a coat. Bell tugged at it and the snow shifted to reveal a tiny figure.
“Save her,” The marionette urged. Her glass eyes were shining.
“I can’t.”
The ground began to rumble and small figure seemed to sink back into the snow.
“Save her!” The marionette shouted. She began coughing again.
Bell leaned forward reaching for the tiny arm, but the moment she touched it it was gone. Swallowed by the snow.
She began to dig, sending white flecks into the air, but the snow pile began to swell.
Standing, Bell stared at the growing mass. It seemed almost alive.
The marionette’s strings were pulled by the unseen hands that manipulated her, dragging her out of the way as well. She fell into her place, suspended in the air next to Bell.
“Keep going,” The marionette urged.
“She’s gone!” Bell insisted.
“She doesn’t have to be.”
Bell didn’t move.
“You don’t have to be Bell in here,” The marionette stared gravely at the ever growing snow. A strong wind picked up and the puppet began to rattle on her strings. But her face was resolute as she said, “Save her. Stay here with us. Rewrite your story.”
“It won’t change anything.”
“You think so?”
A pair of wooden hands landed on her shoulders.
“You’re already losing your mind anyway. Why not go out on your own terms?”
And then she shoved Bell into the snow.
The impact as she hit the snow was barely noticeable. A small puff and a rush of ice on her skin. And below that was nothing.
So she fell.
She had a point. If she was going to eventually lose herself wouldn’t she want to build a world where she could be anyone and anything? Where her sister could live and grow up?
They could be together. She wouldn’t have to be a monster.
No it was too easy.
There was someone out there with itchy trigger fingers who had already shown he was willing to nuke a continent to get what he wanted. And she had been a part of that.
She needed to carry on, push as hard as she could to ensure that he was stopped before anyone else got hurt. Or died.
“No,” She whispered.
Saving the world was worth losing her mind.
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Bell shook herself awake. Adjusting her eyes, she realized she was facing a gray cement block wall. A thrill of terror hit her gut as it took her a moment to realize she wasn’t falling into it.
Coming out of her dreams and adjusting back into reality was becoming more and more surreal by the day. The dreams themselves were more vivid and at the same time reality began to slip into gray.
Just part of the drug trip.
Side-effects.
Reaching her hand out, she touched the painted-over pockmarked concrete. The cracked callouses on her palm caught on some of the rougher texture, and she pulled her hand back to examine them.
Reality always felt like reality. There was pain yes, but also there was no mundanity in her technicolor dreams. And it was that that always assured her realize she was no longer in a dream. Dry and cracking hands with thick and sickly yellowed flesh covering her upper palm? That didn’t exist in her dreams.
“I don’t know why you don’t just stay there,” The marionette said. Bell knew she only existed in her mind, but she still felt her presence during her waking hours. She hovered in the dark corner of the room always just out of sight. But refusing to be left in her dreams.
She sat up and cracked her back. Another night of discomfort on the cot made the padded gurney in the lab feel like a damned feathertop.
Bell placed her bare feet on the cold floor and looked up at Adler, sitting on the other cot watching her.
“What are you watching me sleep, now?”
Adler said nothing, only smoked his cigarette and stared.
“At least give me one of those.”
He nodded to the pack sitting on the table just across from her. Bell was sure it hadn’t been there a moment ago, but she wasn’t interested in thinking about it.
Instead, she picked it up and shook it. Dipping two fingers into the pack, she pulled out one of the cigarettes.
Lighting with a lighter that hadn’t been there until she thought of it, she took a long drag.
It made her cough.
Her throat was dry.
“Did you at least bring me a coffee?” She asked him, her voice hoarse.
Adler didn’t answer, only stared.
The door rattled. Someone was knocking.
She kicked Adler and the apparition dissolved in a puff of cigarette smoke.
It was easier to talk to real people without an audience. Though he would likely just reappear again. They always did what they wanted to do, nevermind helping her out for her own sanity.
“If you’re going to live in my mind, at least bring me fucking coffee.”
She flicked the imaginary cigarette across the room.
“Bell, are you all right in there?”
Park.
Bell sighed and looked to the door. It was covered in dried blood where someone had slammed their hands against it until they bled.
Begging for something.
She absently picked at the tough skin on her hands.
The echo of herself screaming for Adler reverberated in her mind.
It had been her, of course. It was her blood decorating the door.
Screaming for Adler to tell her anything, anything about Woods and Mason. That’s all she had wanted.
They had left her there for days without a word. Unlocking the door to allow her access to the bathroom and shower, of course. And bringing her food.
They weren’t monsters, after all.
She was the only monster here.
“Bell?” Park’s voice called again, more urgently this time.
“Yeah?” Bell sat back down on her cot. Adler was back, sitting across from her, smoking his cigarette.
No fucking sense of privacy. Bastard.
The door creaked open, and Park walked through, holding a food tray in her hands.
She set the tray down on the cot, then grabbed a chair and dragged it near to the cot across from Bell.
Close, but not too close. Never too close.
Bell looked at the tray of food. Some toast, fruit, cheese, and coffee.
Nothing particularly exciting.
Whatever they could make in that kitchenette.
No one was spending time or money on making sure she was fed.
Picking up the steaming mug she hoped to herself that Park hadn’t made the coffee.
Park was shit at making coffee.
She took a sip. It tasted terrible, but she drank it anyway. Drinking it down in a single gulp, allowing the burning hot liquid to coat her throat. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
It was good to feel something.
Park was staring at her.
Bell raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you have more important things to do?”
“Mason called for you again.”
“What, are you a secretary now? You need to get better at making coffee if that’s the case.”
Park sighed.
“You’re slipping.”
Bell frowned. Of course she was. She knew that. Adler knew it. The girl knew it, and the fucking thing in the corner knew it.
“So you better hurry up and pump info out of me while you’ve got the time,” Bell said with a shrug. As if she didn’t care.
Bell picked up her toast and chewed on the corner.
Park swallowed. She thought Park had gotten over feeling uneasy around her. But it looks like not.
But of course, Park didn’t know how many times Bell had broken out of this room.
How many opportunities had she had to kill them all?
Park. Hudson. Adler.
Of course, that was if she was actually breaking out. Supposing it wasn’t just in her head.
Bell glanced at the thing in the corner. As usual it had jumped out of the way before she could catch a glimpse of it.
But she could hear it chuckling.
Bell sighed and tossed her half-eaten toast back on the tray.
“You really think you’re doing something here, don’t you? This remorseful shit?” Bell scoffed, “At least Adler has the sense not to feel ashamed for what he did. Don’t fucking insult me. Stop pretending you’d do it differently if you had the chance.”
Park tossed her head back, shaking the hair out of her face.
“You saved my life.”
“Oh right you owe me,” Bell threw Park’s words back her voice coated with disgust, “Yeah, well, maybe if I had the chance to do it again, I wouldn’t. Save Lazar instead. Or neither of you.”
The memory of Lazar reaching out to her. The tips of his gloves just brushing against hers. And then she was ripped away. Leaving him to die alone on that fucking rooftop.
It still hurt. Even when she found out he was part of their little conspiracy. There was a deep ache in her chest when she thought about it.
Besides he was dead, so he got a pass.
“I think you would.”
“You were supposed to be covering me,” The feelings of regret were bubbling up inside her. Even if she had just been a colleague of theirs, Park hadn’t held up her end. She said she would provide cover and she fucking failed. Bell had put down her weapon to put on the harness. She trusted Park to watch out. And she fucking chose Park over Lazar.
“If you had done your fucking job-”
“I replay that moment in my mind every day,” Park interrupted. Her tone was dark.
Bell stared her down.
“I don’t know what the fuck you think. You have a guilty conscience, and you’re here why? You think this-” She indicated the tray and Park sitting in the room- “atones for that?”
Bell flipped her hand under the tray throwing it at the opposing wall. Adler ducked.
The thing in the corner laughed.
Park was unmoved.
When Bell looked down again she saw the tray was sitting next to her unharmed.
“You think whispering through my door in the middle of the night that Woods and Mason are in the hospital makes any fucking difference to me? Fuck you. At least have the decency not to be ashamed of what you did.”
She hadn’t intended to lose her temper with Park. But the anger felt incredible. It was empowering to have it coursing through her. To lay into someone. Anyone. And Park goddam deserved it. And for once Bell wasn’t turning it on herself.
“Should have killed them all,” The thing in the corner hissed.
“Not Mason and Woods,” Bell spat back.
It laughed.
“Who are you talking to?” Park asked, snapping Bell from her spiraling thoughts.
“Don’t worry about it.”
But Park looked distinctly worried.
“You’re right,” Park said.
“What?”
“What you said a moment ago. If I had a chance to do it over again, I would do it. Exactly the same,” Her voice was firm. She meant it.
“Finally, some fucking honesty.”
Park pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Bell. And for a second, she considered shaking her head. Being stubborn.
But the addiction nagged at her. And it quieted them.
She took one, and Park stood up to light it for her. Then she sat back down and lit her own cigarette.
She took a long drag before speaking again.
“Mason called for you.”
“I heard you the first time.”
“Bell-”
“Let him come visit, see what a head case I’ve become. See how dangerous I am.”
She knew why Park wanted Mason here. He could talk to her. He went through something similar. Seeing and talking to people who weren’t there.
And. What did they call it in his file?
Disassociating?
He could talk her down, maybe. Give her advice.
Maybe even try to convince her to go back with him.
But she needed to stay here, contained. Somewhat. Hadn’t she already hurt them enough?
Frank and Alex.
She had sent the people she thought she cared about most on a doomed mission that nearly got them killed. Who does that?
Even if she wasn’t conscious of it she still felt the fear that maybe deep down a part of her still wanted them dead. And set them up.
Bell would rather go crazy in this gray room than risk that.
And Hudson and Adler seemed to agree anyway. At least they saw her for who she was.
Park opened her mouth to say something else, but Bell cut her off.
“Park, just take what you need from me. And let it go.”
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Bell found herself in an unfamiliar small bedroom. The room was dim, lit by sunlight diffused through soft curtains. Across from her was another soft-looking bed. The room was small enough that she could reach an arm over to touch the edge of the other mattress.
Someone had covered her with an old quilt. She pushed it away and swung her legs over to get out of bed.
“виктория!” A woman’s voice rang down the hall just outside her door.
Bell looked to the doorway, which was covered with another quilt to keep in the heat. She placed her socked feet on the floor and stood on unsteady legs.
Looking down, she realized she was wearing some kind of shift nightdress. Lifting the bottom edge of the garment she examined the hem. Someone had sewn this for her. She dropped the hem and looked towards the door again. Pushing the quilt aside she stepped into the hallway.
The scent of eggs and sausage frying in fat in some nearby kitchen wafted down the hall.
He stomach growled and it was then she realized she was so hungry that she wanted to swallow that scent in large gulps.
Behind her she heard thudding footsteps which caused some of the floorboards to creak. A girl in a matching nightgown ran past her.
“виктория?” Bell asked the girl who stopped mid-run, turned, and wrapped her arms around Bell’s waist.
The girl stepped back and grabbed Bell’s hand, pulling her further into the hallway.
They came to the kitchen. A woman was standing by the sink washing dishes.
Steaming plates of food awaited them at the table.
But this was a shared kitchen. She moved to turn back, realizing that she should be dressed before sitting at the table. But when she looked down again, her nightgown had been replaced by a dark gray wool dress—her socks with opaque tights.
The other girl, her sister, had taken her seat at the table and looked at her expectantly. Her clothes had also changed.
Bell reached for the back of her chair, grasping the polish wood. But when she pulled it out she instead found a gray wool coat in her hand instead.
Now, she found herself standing by the stairwell. The girl was beside her, dressed to go out.
It didn’t look that cold out, but their mother had insisted they wear their hats and coats.
Bell shrugged her coat on with a sigh. Her mother smiled inuldgently at her.
Then her face fell and her head snapped back to the direction of the kitchen as if she heard something. Her sister had a fearful look on her face and buried her head in Bell’s coat, wrapping her arms around her.
Her mother turned back to the girls stretching her arms out in front of her. Bell’s first thought was that she was going to hug her. She stepped in. And was surprised when her mother’s hands hit her hard in the chest, and she and her sister were falling through the doorway backwards.
They were going to fall down the stairs!
Bell tried to look to her mother, ask her why she would do this, but she only saw the night sky and falling glass.
Her sister slipped out of her hands.
Bell hit the ground; the wind knocked out of her.
Warm wet droplets pattered on her skin. Above her the marionette hung on twisted strings.
“Stay with me,” She pleaded, “Save her.”
The glass eyes of the marionette stared at her from behind a curtain of limp dark hair. Cradled in one arm was a bundle wrapped in dark gray cloth—a coat. A red stain blossomed across the gray.
Bell raised herself up on her hands, fighting against the pain in her body. Against the sharp sting of the fresh lacerations on her back. Hot blood pooled on the ground around her.
But she ignored it. It was too much blood for one person to lose. But here she could ignore it.
Bell stood up and reached a hand out her fingertips touching the cold dead fingers of the marionette.
But quickly, violently the puppet was yanked away disappearing into the night sky.
Two droplets landed on her cheek.
She wiped them away leaving a smear of blood on her face.
“She’s dead, Bell.”
God Adler.
A red door slammed down in front of her with a metallic thud, embedding itself in the earth.
Adler wanted her to move forward.
Pushy bastard.
She turned her back on the door and sat cross-legged on the soft earth.
The ground was cold, sending a chill through her.
Red doors fell around her, and she shut her eyes, ignoring them. One nearly clipped her, but she refused to move.
Adler could bring them down on her head if he wanted to, but she wasn’t about to move.
A soft wind blew past her. She opened her eyes. The doors had turned to stone.
No.
She was in a cemetery.
Those were gravestones.
She touched the letters etched into the freezing cold stone, running the tip of her finger through each one.
It was a sort of ritual she indulged in each time she came here. A meditation.
The closest thing she may ever have come to prayer.
Pulling her hand away, she wrapped her coat tightly around her body as an icy wind rolled through the cemetery.
She sat there and contemplated. Asking herself the same question she asked every time she had come here.
Why her and not me?
Why had she made it?
By all rights, she should have died. Bled out in the snow. Or be shot by that American.
Fate had other plans for you.
The cold air made her tired, and her head drooped as she began to doze.
Rest here with her family.
If only for a moment.
“You’ll freeze to death out here,” A gently voice said. She was slow to register it. Slow to react.
He picked her up and carried her out of the cemetery and she fell back asleep in his arms.
When she woke, she found herself in a warm room. The only sounds were a ticking clock and a pencil scratching over paper.
He was sitting at his desk, writing. She was curled up on his green couch. His long coat draped over her. Bell pushed it off.
“You’re lucky I knew where to find you. You could have died out there.”
She gave him a dull look in response.
“You’re such a serious child.”
Her expression turned to disgust.
She was 16.
Probably.
He turned his chair to face her.
“You were visiting your family again.”
An annoyingly obvious statement that she didn’t feel the need to respond to.
“Have I ever told you that your father and I were friends?” He continued, “We worked together once.”
He hadn’t told her this before, but she kept her face even. She’d spent enough time around him and the people he worked with to know to not reveal anything if it can be helped. If he had caught her off guard, she wouldn’t let him know. And the old man would get to his point eventually.
“I knew what they were planning. Your parents.”
He knew.
She felt a rush of fear. Her parents had warned her to never tell anyone. And she held to that. No one needed to know, especially now that they were dead.
He opened a drawer on his desk, and her eyes followed the movement, wondering if he had some evidence stored away there. But when he produced a cigarette, she relaxed. He lit it and smoked. He was going to let her sit with her thoughts. Maybe to see if she would reveal something. But she knew to wait.
“Get their children out. Provide them with a better life in America,” He waved his cigarette as he spoke those last words.
“I never thought they would buy into that nonsense. And turn their backs on their country,” He took a drag and eyed her.
She had been holding her breath.
He knew.
Had he known this whole time?
What was he going to do to her now?
“People will do what they can if they think they are protecting their children.”
It was then that she realized she hadn’t blinked, so she blinked now. It was the slightest movement, but his eyes flicked to hers. He had caught it.
“But what if the Americans didn’t want you there? They’re afraid. They think everyone is a spy.”
“How-” She cleared her throat, “How did they know?”
“The Americans? Well, someone told them.”
There was no controlling herself. She leaped from the couch and onto her feet.
“You?” She accused him in dark voice.
He stared at her and chuckled.
That fucking sound.
She was seething.
He stood and shoved her back down onto the couch. Bell sputtered at this like an angry cat.
“Of course not.”
He looked her over. His denial hadn’t done much to calm her anger.
“What if I told you I found the man who betrayed them?”
“What would you do?”
“I’d kill him.”
“-memory lane-”
“It’s a process.”
Somewhere outside of her head the gods were fighting.
Bell continued, ignoring them.
They were standing in front of a door in the basement. A single ugly utility light illuminated the green painted metal door. Two guards stood on either side of the door.
“He’s here?” Bell asked, staring hard at the door.
“He is.”
The man placed a hand on the latch of the door and pushed it open a crack.
Then he handed her a pistol.
No one had given her a gun before. Outside of the shooting range at least.
Those were his orders. She was too young. And what did she need a gun for anyway? She was only breaking codes and providing translations.
She took the gun and looked it over.
From beyond the door she could hear heavy breathing.
Who was behind it? Who had betrayed her family?
She had to know. And it would seem that the last thing they’d see was her face before she pulled the trigger.
Would they recognize her?
Bell stepped forward and pushed the door open.
There, in the center of the room, tied to a chair sat an old man.
Not the menacing figure she had expected.
He looked frail and starved. Beaten and bloody.
Her breath caught in her throat as the man lifted his head and looked at her. Green eyes just barely visible underneath thick gray brows.
“виктория?” The old man croaked.
His voice dry. His face was so pale it seemed transparent. She could make out the blue veins spidering just underneath his skin. Blood dripped on the floor behind his back, his restraints cutting into his wrists.
Tears threatened to breach her eyes. But she wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of these people.
Not in front of him.
“We found him hiding out in an abandoned building. Living with the rats-”
“No!” The tutor rasped.
The old man put his hands on her shoulders.
“He betrayed your family.”
“Why?” She asked, her voice was soft.
“To save his own ass. Coward,” He spat, “He was helping you to leave. Teaching you and your sister English. Idiot. Americans already have targets on their backs.”
“But the Americans were the ones who came for us-” Bell started. It didn’t make sense. Shouldn’t it have been the KGB then?
She looked up at the old man wide eyed.
“He must have got a sense that the KGB was watching-”
“You!” She shouted, “You were watching! You asked all those questions!”
Bell raised the gun pointing it at the old man.
He put his hands up, but signaled to the guards to stand down.
“Yes,” He admitted, “It was my job to look out for those who weren’t as committed to our cause. Imagine the pain I felt when I found out that my old friend, someone I trusted, was among them.”
He took a beat before continuing.\.
“So I watched your family. And the people who lived in your building. We tapped into all communication. We followed everyone. And when I found that this man had betrayed you all, I came running. That’s why I was there that night. To warn you. To save you. But when I saw that building on fire, I thought I had lost. But then you were there, just barely clinging to life in the snow. I had to take you in.”
He was right, he had saved her. She would have bled out if he hadn’t been there.
If his aim was to kill her, wipe out her family, then why would he have saved her?
Bell shifted her stance, pointing the gun at the tutor now.
“Pretty speech. What a hero,” The tutor chuckled bitterly.
“Funny coming from a man who sold out children. You contacted the Americans to get yourself out. Because you realized as soon as her family left we would start looking for anyone who helped them. But the Americans wouldn’t have bothered with an old nobody like you. However, they were interested in a scientist who had ties to the KGB weren’t they? That piqued their interest. And they could pick you up while they were here. Nevermind the family. Isn’t that what you said?”
Nevermind the family.
Bell felt sick.
She thought he was her friend. That he was helping them. He had seemed so kind.
“They hadn’t expected a fight from the mother, had they? But she was just doing what mothers do best. Protecting her children.”
“Do what you need to do, виктория. I can’t weave tales the way he does,” The tutor said with a sigh.
“If you don’t do it, I will,” The old man said matter of factly, “He will die tonight either way. Justice needs to be served.”
His words lit a fire in her.
If anyone was going to do it it was only right that it be her. She couldn’t bare the shame of not acting.
And so she fired.
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Bell turned up the handle on the shower. The lukewarm water quickly turned hot. But it wasn’t unbearable.
She placed her hands on the cool tile wall in front of her, letting the water run over her. It created rivers in the deep scars of her back before rolling off her skin and going down the drain.
She had killed a man and she hadn’t been certain about it. She had acted on an impulse. Because the idea of not acting had been unbearable.
The memory felt fresh in her mind. Another regret to add to the list. Her chest felt tight with it.
She could have asked more questions. She could have fired at Perseus. Which would have resulted in her own death, but wouldn’t the world have been better without them in it?
As these memories came to the surface wasn’t she realizing more and more that her existence only caused more suffering?
“Come with me,” The marionette called to her.
What would be the harm if she just quietly slipped away into her subconscious?
Who would miss her? She hadn’t given the CIA any good information today. Perhaps she was reaching her expiration date. And they were only delaying the inevitable.
“That’s just the drugs talking,” She whispered.
She wasn’t thinking clearly. Bell turned up the hot water again. Her skin began to redden.
Maybe the pain would bring her to her senses.
She leaned forward, placing her forehead on the tile.
“You don’t have to suffer like this. Haven’t you paid for your sins already?”
Was she right?
“We’re waiting for you. Come with me.”
Bell slumped against the tile, slipping down the wall until she kneeled on the shower basin. Tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Ok,” She relented.
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Title..seven deadly sins
Rating...teen and up
Warning... None
Status... Complete
Summary... There are seven things God hates. These things are known to humanity as the Seven Deadly Sins. To the angels, it's almost nothing. None of them care, because all of them are perfect, because they were designed to be.
It's not until Michael spends some time on Earth that he realizes what an awful lie that is.
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Fic of The Week: My Personal Body Guard by @sassy-ahsoka-tano
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Back to You: CH 3
There’s strife in the Wayne household!
Read Back to You chapter 3 now: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14077571/3/Back-to-You
May 19th. The Batcave. 02:51
Bruce
Damian jumps off his motorcycle, pulling the kickstand up and letting it rest, before he turns to where I stand. He pulls his hood down and off his head, aggressively tears his mask off his face, and slams it onto a neighboring table. "You let him get away!" he yells between clenched teeth. He's angry, very angry.
I take a deep breath and stare at Damian's face. His eyebrows are furrowed and he flares his nostrils as he pulls his gloves off his hands and throws them onto the table, letting them join his mask. "I did what I needed to," I explain. I reach up and grab the top of my mask, yanking it off my head, and wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my exposed hand. "He was going to lead us to his supplier," I say, carefully unclipping my belt and laying it on my desk.
"Bullshit!" he says, his hands clenching into fists.
I ignore his outburst, letting out a sigh as I turn toward the computer and turn it on, ready to input tonight's surveillance notes. "You failed to see the bigger picture," I state over my shoulder. "Arresting him and giving him to GPD would have ruined the entire operation." Damian lets out another huff and I roll my eyes. My son is intense at times. I can't fault him, it's how his grandfather and mother had raised him for a decade. It's something we've been working on since he was eleven. He now only has occasional outbursts when in moments of high stress or during strong bouts of emotions. Today it is the latter.
I knew seeing Diana would trigger something in Damian. He was a mess when she left, shutting down for days at a time. Even during patrols he wasn't himself - I had to send him home a few times fearing he would get himself hurt. Tonight is no different.
"That's a lie," Damian sneers. He pulls the upper part of his uniform off, knowing he needs to clean the blood from a mugger who was unfortunate enough to meet the bottom of his boot a few times, off sooner rather than later. Alfred would never forgive him for ruining another suit. "You're distracted because that woman is back in Gotham."
My shoulders tense with his statement. It's not the words he says that makes me cringe, it's the way he says it, emphasizing that he would rather call Diana "that woman" than call her by name. I turn to face Damian, watching with narrow eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest. The scar that runs from his left shoulder to the middle of his chest is highlighted by the lights in the cave, a memory of a night I thought I lost him three years ago trying to force its way to the forefront of my brain. I quickly push it back down. Now is not the time.
"Damian," I warn, the sound coming out more raspy than intended. "Don't."
Damian doesn't heed my warning. He shakes his head and throws his hands up in frustration. "You've always been distracted by that woman!"
"Damian," I say again, my voice raising a bit. I understand his frustrations with Diana, but she is still the mother to my child. She deserves some respect. "She will be here for a few days, and you will respect her while she is here."
Damian scoffs. "She left you, Bruce," he says. The sound of my name coming from his lips stings harder than intended. "She left all of us. She doesn't deserve respect." He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. His face begins to redden and I can see he is a few moments from self destructing. "The only reason I tolerate PJ is because she is still a part of this family. But that woman, Diana, is not a part of this family anymore and -"
"Enough!"
The sound that comes from my lips startles Damian and, quite honestly, myself. My intention wasn't to shout. I only meant to stop Damian before he continued down the path I've been on many times before, with hateful words that can't be unspoken. But my son finds ways to rile me up, bringing up things he knows will anger me, wanting me to feel the anger and hatred he feels. Diana is one of those things.
Damian opens his mouth to argue once more, but I shut it down before he can even begin. "This conversation is over," I say, my voice still raised. "It'll be a few days, then things will go back to normal."
Damian only scoffs. "Nothing about this is normal," he mumbles under his breath, unaware I can hear him. With that he walks away, his shoulder brushing roughly against mine as he leaves. His boots leave heavy stomps throughout the cave, until he reaches the elevator and slams the gate closed, riding it back up to the manor.
When he is out of ear shot I let out a sigh and groan. He's right, nothing about this whole situation is normal, but nothing about me or my life has been normal since I was orphaned at eight. I've learned to manage my life around things. That includes when Diana left. This will just be yet another thing I'll manage.
I quickly turn back to the computer and start my surveillance notes, uploading the video and photos I've collected from patrol, trying to push Diana further from my mind. Like I told Damian, she's only here for a few days. When she leaves everything will go back to normal.
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03:40
I pull on a pair of dark sweats and gray shirt, my body still tense. The hot shower I had minutes before has done nothing to relieve the stress that has been building all day, and the more I think about Damian, Diana, and PJ, the more I feel the tension culminating into a headache. I run the towel over my face, drying the last bit of moisture from my beard, before I run it through my damp hair and toss the towel into the bathroom floor. I'll pick it up when I come back up, but for now I need something to settle this dull ache in my head before it becomes a full fledged migraine.
I quickly make my way out of my bedroom, walking down the hall, down the stairs and through the foyer, trying to keep quiet so as not to wake up anyone else. PJ is sound asleep, I checked in on her before I went to my room after patrol. Damian is - well I'm assuming he's grumbling in his room. And Diana is hidden away.
I continue toward the kitchen, my eyebrow raising when I see one of the lights still on. Maybe Alfred forgot to turn one off after cleaning after dinner. Maybe he left one on knowing I would be here after patrol, given what happened during dinner. Either way, I'm grateful to see where I am headed, instead of solely relying on the faint light from the moon. I step into the kitchen, the small smile on my face fading when I see I am no longer alone.
Diana sits at the small table in the corner, curled in one of the chairs. Her arms are wrapped around her legs, keeping them close to her chest. The oversized sweatshirt she wears slides off one of her shoulders, leaving the area bare, making my lips twitch into a smile. It used to be mine, but the first night she slept over she stole it and claimed it as her own, wearing it whenever she had a lot on her mind. I hate to admit it, but it's nice to see she hasn't pushed me completely out of her life.
On the table is a cup of tea. Small strands of steam rise from the cup, showing it hasn't grown cold, but she has definitely been sitting here a while. Something big must be on her mind. Some part of me wants to turn on my heel, rush back to my room, avoid being alone with her any longer than necessary. I take a step back, but it is too late, as she looks up from her cup and notices me in the doorway.
"Sorry," she whispers, standing from her seat so quickly she nearly knocks her cup of tea from the table. "I thought you would still be out."
I only shake my head, reach over to the light switch, and turn the rest of them on. The bright light causes both of us to squint momentarily until our eyes adjust. "I finished patrol a bit early," I explain. When we were together, it wasn't unlike myself to be out until six or seven in the morning; it was one of the changes I made when PJ started spending time at the manor.
Diana nods. "I told Alfred he could go to bed and I'd put away my items. Let me clean everything up and I'll go back to my room." She takes a sip from the cup on the table and walks to the trash, plucking the tea bag from the cup, placing it in the trash, before she heads to the sink.
"It's okay," I say as she turns on the sink and begins to gently wash the cup in her hands. As she rinses off the soap from the cup, I walk to the refrigerator, open it, and pull a bottle of water from one of the shelves. I quickly open the top of the bottle and chug half of its contents, listening as Diana turns off the water and places the now dry cup back into the cupboard. "Don't leave on my account."
Diana lets out a nervous chuckle. Her eyes don't meet mine as she leans against the sink, arms crossed. "It's your home, Bruce," she whispers. "I'm the one intruding here."
I walk past Diana to the end of the room, open the drawer Alfred usually keeps an extra supply of pain medication, and pull a bottle of Advil out and onto the counter. I can feel Diana's eyes on me as I twist open the top of the bottle and pour two pills in my hand, shoving them into my mouth and swallowing with a sip of water.
"Seems someone is getting a little too old for the nightly escapades," she says. Her tone is light and joking but I can see the frown on her face.
"You can say that again," I reply, finishing off the bottle in my hands. She lets out a laugh and my lips twitch into a smile once again. God, I've missed the sound of that laugh. I place the empty bottle on the edge of the breakfast bar and lean against the counter, my eyes focused on Diana, watching as she looks up from the floor.
We stare at each other in silence, both taking in the two people we now are. I noticed it the moment she walked through the door, but I was too shocked to make any comment about it when we spoke in my office. But her hair is shorter, falling right below her shoulders instead of the middle of her back. Her face now shows the faint lines that come with the responsibility of being Queen of the Amazons, and raising a child. Somehow I know PJ has been the cause of a majority of those.
Diana looks older, wiser, but is still as beautiful as ever. Her eyes are still a deep shade of blue, but where wonder and excitement used to lay, there is worry and exhaustion. I fear the island has stolen the best years of her life, although that may be the bias speaking.
"Did Alfred get you settled?" I ask, breaking the silence.
Diana nods and lets out a small sigh. "Yes, although I fear he is conspiring with our daughter to keep me here."
I shrug. "Of course those two are up to something," I say. That much was evident when he had walked into the dining room with Diana, a smug smile on his face as I laid eyes on her. Diana flashes a small smile, glad we agree on one thing. "Alfred would do anything for PJ and he misses you. He misses having a daughter around."
In an instant Diana's smile fades and she bites the inside of her cheek, shame on her face. I decide to change the topic. "What are you doing up?" I ask.
Diana shrugs her shoulders. "I couldn't sleep," is her vague answer. She looks around and lets out another sigh. "I shouldn't have come back," she whispers.
I shake my head. "No, you should've never left," I say before I can stop myself.
Diana's eyes narrow. It's a conversation the two of us have had over a dozen times, the last being the night she brought PJ back to me. "You know I had no choice," she says. Glad to know her stance on the topic hasn't changed.
"Bullshit," I mutter. "You left because you wanted to."
She lets out another sigh. "I never wanted to leave," she says in barely a whisper.
I want to argue. I want to understand why. After all these years I still don't know why she made the choice to leave, but seeing her standing there, quiet, shame in her eyes, I realize I may never get the answers I seek. "Don't forget to turn off the lights," is all I say as I turn on my heel and walk out of the kitchen, leaving Diana to think over if this was as bad of an idea as I think it is.
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Chapter 190 for Mother Nature has been posted! If there's one thing hostage negotiation's good for, it's free food. Enjoy! ❤️💚🖤 #fanficfriday #fanfiction #mothernaturefanfic #skyhigh #skyhighfanfic https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLGeDyvIWw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Chapters: 6/7
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra)
Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Lonnie (She-Ra), Kyle (She-Ra), Rogelio (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Horde Prime (She-Ra), Horde Prime Clones (She-Ra), Horde Soldiers (She-Ra)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Childhood Friends, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Happy Ending, Alternate Canon, Lesbian Character, Useless Lesbians, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Canon Lesbian Character, No Lesbians Die, POV Lesbian Character, Lesbian Catra (She-Ra), Lesbian Adora (She-Ra), Harold They're Lesbians Meme
Summary:
Catra and Adora haven't seen each other since the day Adora left to join the rebellion. Now that Horde Prime has arrived to invade Etheria, Shadow Weaver has contracted Adora to come back to the Fright Zone to help the cadets learn sword fighting. Will Catra and Adora figure out how to work together against a common enemy?
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You know when you are trying to read (anything: a book, fanfic, etc.?), and someone just won't stop talking to you, and you don't want to be rude, but just keep thinking - as you get interrupted over and over again - oh my gosh, just shut the fuck up, please??
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FanFic Friday
Welcome to another FanFic Friday where I round up the latest and greatest of fanfic that I have been reading (well all the fanfic I have been reading to be honest).
Til Forever Falls Apart by Moomin_94: This is a WWII AU with FLTLT Anthony Bridgerton and Nurse Kate Sharma and is almost finished with one chapter to go for the HEA. [WWII AU]
Pumped up from the Little Bright Things by Moomin_94: World Number 1 Kate Sharma embarks on an affair / relationship with Anthony Bridgerton. [Modern AU]
Close Encounters of the Acutest Kind by caciopepebowl: The latest from this author, at only three chapters in and it already has me hooked. Loving the whole premise of how they are continually crossing paths. [Modern AU]
Don't You Want To Be My Girl? by Allatonceyouaretheone: It's Team Bridgerton on Anthony's side in this lovely little one shot, and as usual the title is from a song. I recommend checking this author out, the one-shots are really great little stories. [Modern AU]
The Softest Embrace by Bonafidante (bkabystarcandy): This is truly a sweet story, I loved this, and will admit to a few tears in the last little bit. This is mostly about Anthony's interactions with his siblings, but one small interaction of Kate and Hyacinth just gives it that emotional end that was needed. [Canon]
She's All I Wanna Be by Allatonceyouaretheone: More with Anthony's meddlesome siblings (or in this case one meddlesome sibling), but misunderstandings must be corrected. Kate and Anthony are colleagues who like each other, but Kate thinks Anthony has a girlfriend, thank goodness for Daphne! [Modern AU]
I Didn't Know I Needed You (Like I didn't Know I Needed This Hat) by Searching4paradiso: I love when the authors give their inspiration for their stories, in this case a picture of Jonathan Bailey in a Straw Hat. This is a story of serendipity, with fate bringing them together unexpectedly. [Modern AU]
Feel free to comment with what you are reading at the moment, I am always open to finding new stories to read.
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Introducing my current WIP…
Muggle Charms & Wizarding Hearts, an Arthur x Molly fanfic inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You and To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
Arthur Weasley is shy, reserved, and intelligent. Molly Prewett is outspoken, opinionated, and popular. Paired together for their Muggle Studies Capstone project, Arthur and Molly undertake one of the most confusing elements of muggle life: muggle dating rituals. Loosely inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You and To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Muggle Charms and Wizarding Hearts is shamelessly full of my favorite romance tropes and side characters: fake dating, miscommunication, idiots in love, a muggle studies professor who’s obsessed with 1960s/70s Harlequin Romance novels, baking, knitting, sleepovers in Gryffindor tower, thunderstorms, drive-in-movies, bowling alleys, slow dances to songs on the radio, and so much more.
I can’t wait to share this fic.
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Fanfic Friday
Every Friday this page will highlight some Buddie fics ! Please send in fics that you think should be highlighted, whether it’s your own or a different author to the ask or messages inbox:
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upstairs/downstairs by : @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid
Summary : While everyone else is upstairs, Buck and Eddie are downstairs, finding a way to occupy themselves, one that isn’t quite safe for the workspace.
You're the Only One (Who Makes Me) by : @spinteresting
Summary : Christopher is at camp for the week. Buck and Eddie just got together, and they take advantage of the empty house, exploring each other's bodies many times in many ways.
i wanna be known (by you) by : @starlightbuck
Summary: In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.
his name on your heart by : @tripleaxeldiaz
Summary : Buck hops off the back of the ambulance, kneeling down so they’re eye to eye. “I’m always happy to help, sweetheart, but my name’s not—”
the hero's shoulders, and the gentleness that comes (not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it) by : boy_crush
Summary : What happened between Buck finding Eddie in his bedroom and the talk in the dining room.
You Can't Stop Missing Me by : @jackluvsdaniel
Summary : Eddie is a clothes thief, and Buck is soft about it. Featuring Buckley-Diaz family feels.
I, Hildy by: red_to_black
Summary : or - the many ways in which Hildy interfered with Eddie and Buck's life, until they got the picture
All the truth that I can tell by @tabbytabbytabby
Summary : A session with Frank leads Eddie to reflect on his feelings pertaining to one Evan Buckley.
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This is a such a cute Michael/Ella story. I know your guna live it.
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TITLE.. ALWAYS CLUELESS
RATING... Mature
WARNINGS.. None given
STATUS ... Complete
SUMMARY... Ella has secretly grown close to Michael after her traumatic experience with Pete. Michael is forced to deal with human emotions he obviously isn't familiar with.
Ella still doesn't know...but she might find out.
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Part of the SOULS LAID BARE series.... Part 3... Its amazing i cant recommend this enough.Dan struggled with insecurities regarding Lucifer once Chloe came into the picture. Then he realized life was better once they were all together. Trixie was told the truth, and took it better than anyone expected. The Goddess revealed to Zach that Dan had left her a gift in the form of a daughter. After Zach and Maze returned to Hell, this news made its way to Lucifer, and he went on a rampage in his penthouse and muted his connection with Dan. They worked it out. Then Chloe shook things up by suggesting that the daughter was actually theirs. A difficult pill to swallow, but one that they grew to accept with open minds and open hearts. But not all could be bliss. The Goddess brought up the proverbial elephant in the room: Dan and Chloe's brief lifespans weighed against Lucifer's immortality, and his consistent avoidance with facing anything difficult. And then Chloe slipped into a coma!
But before we process this present crisis in Lucifer's life, I want to invite you to take a look at a transformative moment in his past...
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