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PLEASE READ: idk if I was just half asleep or if I hit some sort of character limit, a chunk of the story is missing and it won’t let me add it. Please read the version I reblogged with the rest of the story. Sorry 😩
So @hogwartslegacyreactions had a hilarious idea about various characters seeing their future with MC in a crystal ball. I loved the idea and (with permission) wrote a oneshot about Leander Prewett (he’s the least likeable to me)
It’s late, I’m tired, I didn’t proof read, I’m gonna hope it’s fine
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Leander Prewett sat in a worn, yet comfortable arm chair. He was holding a small red haired girl, and another ran up and crawled into his lap, shoving a storybook into his hands.
Two hands rested on his shoulders, then someone kissed the top of his head. He looked up and saw…
“ELLE?!”
“You don’t have to shout, I’m sitting across from you!” The grumpy slytherin girl glared.
Leander stared at her in shock. With white blonde hair and cold blue eyes, she had the look (and disposition) of an ice Queen.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Are you done yet?”
“Uh. I don’t think that was right, let me try again.” He focused on the crystal ball once more.
He saw himself standing at an altar, a tear running down his cheek as he looked at his bride approaching. And that bride was Elle.
“I think it’s broken.” Leander shoved the ball towards her.
“It can’t be broken, dumbass! Let me try.” He watched her as she focused on the crystal ball, curious to see if she got a similar vision. Based on the way her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped open, he was guessing she did.
Elle shoved the ball back towards him. “Perhaps you’re right, this one isn’t working properly.”
“You saw it too, didn’t you?” He asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She barked.
“I think you do.”
“No! Just write something down so we can turn our assignment in.”
“Elle-“
“Divination is stupid anyway.” She snatched the paper from his hands and gave it to Professor Onai before storming out of the classroom.
Leander looked up and saw Professor Onai giving him a knowing smile. His cheeks turned pink and he quickly gathered his belongings and headed out the door.
“You’re shitting me!” Garreth gasped.
“No, I’m not. I’m guessing she saw the same thing the way she reacted.”
“Is that why she’s looking at you now?”
Leander looked towards the Slytherin table. “Yes, but I don’t think it’s an expression of love, more like hatred and violence.”
“Maybe you should try to get to know her! Imelda and I are very happy. Opposites attract, and all that.”
“I don’t think she’d agree to that, I’m pretty sure she hates my guts.”
“Then perhaps you should pick on Sallow and Gaunt less.”
“I don’t know. I don’t see us ever tolerating each other.”
“I guess we‘ll find out eventually!”
“No fucking way!” Sebastian gasped.
“And I know that smug bastard saw it too. He was trying to get me to admit it.”
“Personally, I don’t hold much stock in divination and crystal balls.” Ominis said, eating a sandwich.
“Maybe if you could see one you’d feel differently.” Sebastian smirked.
“Asshole.” Ominis grumbled.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“What do you mean?” Elle frowned.
“I mean are you going to try to get to know him, or spend time with him?”
“Ew.” Elle wrinkled her nose.
“Come on, it could be worse! You could’ve married Ominis!”
“I don’t know why I put up with your abuse.” He glared.
“Because you loooove me.” Sebastian snickered.
“I’d rather marry Ominis. You know what? Ominis, will you marry me? Change the course of the future?” Elle clasped his hand and batted her eyelashes.
“As flattered as I am to be your plan B, I’ll have to pass.”
“What?! You’d be lucky to marry me.” Elle playfully shoved him.
“I mean no offense, I just don’t intend to marry anyone and drag them into the fuckery that is the Gaunt family.”
“You know what? I’ll take the bullet. I’ll marry you, Elle.” Sebastian grinned.
“I think I’d rather marry Prewett.”
“Hey!”
Elle was studying in the library when a shadow covered her book.
“Mind if I join you?” Leander asked.
“Yes.”
Prewett sat down and she huffed. “That wasn’t an invitation to sit down!”
“I think we need to talk about what we saw.”
“And I think you should fuck off.”
“Could you try being less aggressive for once?”
Elle loudly shut her book, causing nearby students to jump. “What do you want from me?”
“I told you, I want to talk about it.”
“About what, exactly?” She crossed her arms and glared.
“About our marriage and our children!” Prewett said a bit too loudly, making everyone turn and look at him.
“Would you shut up about that?! Divination Is stupid.”
“But we both saw the same thing! That has to mean something!”
“You want to talk about it? Fine, we’ll talk about it. We’ll talk about our adorable red-headed children and our cottage by the ocean and our dog!”
“Oh, I’d like a cottage by the ocean, that sounds lovely.”
“Prewett!”
“Look, I’m just saying we both saw it, and it wouldn’t hurt us to try to be friendly to one another. Well, perhaps friendly is pushing it. I’d take anything besides hatred at this point.”
“Oh my god can we just drop it?! Because sitting here with you having this conversation is not winning you any points with me.”
“Fine, be difficult. At least I’ve made an effort!” Prewett got up and left in a huff. Thirty seconds passed before Garreth took his place,
“Don’t waste your time, Garreth.” She said without looking up.
“Hello to you too! You have no idea why I sat down. Maybe I have questions about our homework for muggle studies, or I need ideas for a date with Imelda, or perhaps I just enjoy your sunshiney company!”
“Is it any of those things?” Elle smirked at him.
“No, but I wanted to seem mysterious.”
“I have no desire to spend time with Prewett.”
“He’s not a bad guy!”
“Then why did he threaten to shove Ominis’ head in a toilet?!”
“To be fair, Ominis started it.”
“He hates Slytherins. I am one, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Look, Elle, Prewett’s really rattled about what he saw. He’s trying to understand it and wants to at least get to know you a bit.”
“Yes, but I don’t!” Elle said, full of frustration.
“Don’t make me do it.” Garreth said with a sly smile.
“Do what?”
“Oh you know EXACTLY what I’m referring to.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Fine, allow me to remind you. I took the fall for you in potions class when you nearly blew up half the classroom. I’m officially cashing in my favor.”
“Come on, anything else! I’ll let you copy my homework!”
“Nope. One date with Prewett.”
“Absolutely not! You didn’t say anything about a date!”
“May I remind you that I got detention for a month?”
“Ugh!” Elle put her head down on the desk.
“He’ll pick you up at seven! Wear something nice!” Garreth grinned at her as he left.
“She agreed?!” Prewett was dumbfounded.
“Sort of.”
“What does that mean, sort of?”
“She owed me a big favor and I cashed in.”
“I don’t know, Garreth. It’s pointless if she doesn’t really want to be there.”
“Mate, if you’re waiting for a day where she’s going to willingly agree, it’s not happening. Go on the date.”
“Fine.”
“Um, you’re welcome, by the way! I told her you’ll pick her up at 7, wear something nice!”
“There!” Imelda put the last pin in her hair.
“Thank you, Imelda.”
“Just so you know, I’m on your side with this. Prewett can be an ass.”
“Yes, well your boyfriend cashed in on the favor I owed him for this so I’m going to try to get through it with an open mind.”
“Alright, here are the shoes. Try not to break your neck.”
She took the nude colored spikey heeled shoes from Imelda with a raised eyebrow.”Are these shoes, or a weapon?”
“Garreth is a lot taller than me. Prewett is tall too, so they’ll give you a boost.”
“Are you sure about this dress?” Elle looked at herself in the mirror self-consciously. The dress was royal blue with a flared skater skirt, much shorter than anything she owned.
“Yes, you look stunning!”
“Thanks for your help, Mel.”
“Of course! Let me text Garreth and see if Prewett is here yet.”
“Holy shit.” Sebastian whispered to Ominis as they approached the Slytherin common room.
“What?”
“It’s Prewett! He’s here with a bouquet of roses! Poor sod.”
“Oh dear. I don’t see this ending well. Perhaps we should just go to the undercroft.”
“And miss this, are you kidding?!” Sebastian gaped. “I just wish I had popcorn.”
“He’s here. Are you ready?” Imelda asked Elle.
“I suppose.” She and Imelda went downstairs and she opened the common room door. She was surprised to find Prewett standing there with a bouquet of roses. “Oh fuck.”
“I’m sorry?” Prewett raised his eyebrows.
“Sorry, I just…wasn’t expecting…thank you, they’re lovely.” She blushed a deep shade of crimson and took the flowers.
“I’ll put them in some water in our room.” Imelda said with a grin.
“Thanks, Mel.”
“Are you ready?” Prewett asked, looking as nervous as she felt.
“Sure, I guess.”
“Have her back by midnight!” Imelda said gleefully before slamming the door.
“Um, you look lovely, Elle.” Leander said quietly.
“You don’t have to say that.” She blushed.
“Why? I meant it. You look very nice.”
“Oh! Um, thanks.” She felt even more nervous.
“Shall we?” He extended his elbow and she looked at him like he was crazy. She hesitantly took it, surprised at the firm muscles in his arms.
“So where are we going?” Elle asked as they began walking.
“I thought maybe we could grab some dinner, there are a couple of nice restaurants in Hogsmeade.”
“Alright.” Why was she so nervous?
Prewett froze and exhaled before turning to face her. “Look, I’m just going to come out and say it, I’m super nervous since we’ve never really spent any time together and you hate me and Garreth sort of made you come.”
“I don’t hate you.” She replied.
“Really?”
“I dislike you, but I wouldn’t call it hate.” She grinned at him.
“I suppose that’s better than hatred.” He smiled in return.
“And technically I could’ve told Garreth no. He couldn’t force me to do it. Also, there are much worse things for him to have cashed his favor in on.”
“What exactly did he do to collect such a big favor from you?”
“Oh, I nearly blew up the potions classroom. I wasn’t paying attention and grabbed the wrong ingredient. He took the fall for me.”
“Wow, he was already in enough trouble with professor Sharp.”
“I know, but he leaned over and whispered ‘I’ve got this, I won’t get in nearly as much trouble as you.”
“I’m pretty sure Garreth could blow up the school and get away with it.”
They stopped as they saw Ominis and Sebastian. “Oh, hi guys.” Elle said nervously.
“Elle. Don’t tell me you’re seriously going out with this jackass.” Sebastian said, looking at her like she was crazy.
“Don’t start, Sallow.” Prewett glared.
“Can’t you just go out with one of the girls from your fan group?”
“Hello, Ominis.” Elle said, quietly squeezing his hand while the other two boys bickered.
“Hello, Elle. You smell lovely.”
“Thanks, it’s something that Imelda sprayed in my hair.”
“-oh SCREW YOU, Prewett!”
“I’d better intervene.”
“Do try to have a good time.” Ominis smiled.
“HEY! JACKASSES!” They both stopped and looked at her. “Sebastian, stop acting like an asshole. Prewett, stop letting him rile you up. Let’s go before my feet begin bleeding from these death traps masquerading as shoes!”
“Fine. But I’ll be waiting up for you.” Sebastian glared.
“You really don’t have to, I don’t think Prewett intends to murder me, and also we both know I could take him down in a heartbeat.”
“Hey!” Prewett protested.
“Let’s goooo.” Elle practically dragged him along.
“You couldn’t take me down in a heartbeat, I think-AUGH!” Prewett’s legs were swept out from under him.
Elle extended her hand to him. “What were you saying?”
“That was a cheap shot!”
“Ok, fine, you’re prepared now. Go on, attack me.”
“I don’t want to attack you, we’re supposed to be going on a bloody date!”
“Ugh, fine.”
They walked in silence until they got out of the castle. They began walking the path to Hogsmeade since it wasnt too far, and a nice evening. There was a group of Gryffindor girls who giggled and whispered as they passed. Elle stuck her middle finger up at them.
“You just make friends wherever you go, don’t you?” Prewett said sarcastically.
“I stand up for myself. Unlike you, I don’t have a legion of fans. Quite the opposite. I can’t blame them, knowing my family, but still, I won’t let them push me around.”
“Why does that matter, your family?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.”
“I don’t, actually. To be honest, I’m not sure I even know your last name.”
Elle gaped at him. “We’ve been in school together for seven years! How self-absorbed are you?!”
“Well I don’t know EVERYONE’S last names!”
“Selwyn. Elle Selwyn.”
“Oh. OH!” Prewett’s eyes widened. “Um, yes, I’m familiar with your family.”
“Wonderful.” She said sarcastically as she stomped ahead of him.
“My family would kill me if they knew I was going out with a Selwyn girl.”
She whipped around to face him. “That! That is the exact reason I’m treated differently! And why Ominis is treated differently! Because people like you hear our last names and assume the worst! You know what, forget it.” Other people on the path to Hogsmeade were giving them strange looks and making a wider path.
She pushed past him and headed back towards the castle. “Elle, wait!”
“No. I have no interest in getting to know someone who has already made a thousand assumptions about me.”
“Don’t act so self-righteous! You’ve made assumptions about me too!”
She turned around with a venomous glare. “Have I been incorrect? Did you not immediately feel differently towards me? Perhaps a bit nervous for people to see you with me? Leander Prewett, the golden boy and Elle Selwyn, the venomous snake!” She turned around and began leaving again.
“My god, would you stop yelling and being angry with me for five minutes?!”
“Excuse me, did I hear you say you were Elle Selwyn?” An older woman asked.
“What’s it to you?!” She snapped.
The old woman gave her a wicked smile. “A Selwyn girl would fetch me a pretty penny.”
Elle’s eyes widened and just as Prewett shouted at her to look out, he was struck over the head and knocked out.
Prewett bolted upright with a gasp. “Elle!” He began frantically looking around and realized his arms were bound at the wrist. “ELLE!”
“Quit your screaming, she’s fine.” The old woman glared at him. “So you’re a Prewett boy? Not worth quite as much, but I imagine your family would like to keep you alive.”
He finally saw Elle’s small form in the corner of the cell they were in. It was fairly dark but he could see the rise and fall of her chest. “Fuck! Elle!” He tried his best to make his way over to her, but with arms and feet bound, it was difficult.
“What did you do to her? What the fuck did you do?!” He was trying not to panic, but they were both bound and wandless.
“She’s fine, but you won’t be if you don’t shut your mouth!” The woman stormed out and he heard a door slam, leaving them in almost total darkness.
“Oh my god. Oh my god! FUCK!”
“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave?” Elle mumbled.
“ELLE!” He crawled over by her as she slowly sat up.
“God, Prewett, my head is pounding, would you stop screaming?!” It was then that he noticed she had a head injury too.
“Are you alright?”
“Bloody fantastic!”
“THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR SARCASM!”
“Can you get my shoe?”
“What?” He blinked at her.
“My shoe! Can you get it?”
“You’re worried about the shoes? I’ll buy Imelda new ones.”
“FOR GOD’S SAKE GIVE ME THE SHOE!”
He scrambled over to her and used his hands to the best of his ability to get her shoe off. “This isn’t easy, you know!” He got her shoe and awkwardly handed it to her as best he could.
“Come here, as close as possible.”
“I don’t think now is the time to-” He looked at her furious expression and silently scooted over.
“Luckily Imelda seems to like shoes that double as weaponry. Pull your wrists apart the best you can, it’ll cause the rope to stretch.” She attempted to use the heel of the shoe to cut through the rope to no avail. “Fuck. Ok, I have another plan, but you won’t like it.”
“What is it?”
“I’m fairly certain I can cast a wandless severing charm, but you might get cut.”
“Since our other option is to be stuck here, I suppose it’s worth a shot. Just…try not to cut me.”
“Right. Ok. Hold still.” She took a deep breath. “Diffindo.”
Prewett let out a small yelp, but his hands were free. “I think you cut my arm.”
“Sorry, now undo the ropes on my hands.”
He scooted behind her and undid the ropes as best he could with his trembling hands. Once her hands were free, she started on the ropes at her feet.
“Hey Elle?”
“What?” She looked up and he was staring at her. “What?” She repeated herself.
Leander pulled her face to his and kissed her, which was a lovely moment until she slapped him upside the head. “Not now!”
“So later, maybe?” He smiled.
“We’ll see how it goes. Untie your feet.”
He got the ropes off his feet and looked to her for direction. “Now what?”
“Try to locate our wands.”
Prewett got up and walked to the bars of the cell. “I think they’re on that table. Any chance you know a wandless summoning charm?”
“I can try.” She walked up beside him. “Accio!” Nothing happened at first and she swore. She took a deep breath and tried again. “Accio!” This time her wand rolled off the edge of the table to the floor. “Ugh!”
“Where did you learn wandless magic?” Prewett asked.
“There’s a book in the restricted section. Accio!” It rolled closer.
“You’ve been in the restricted section?!”
“You haven’t?” She asked.
“No, it’s restricted! It’s in the name!”
“So is the forbidden forest, but I go there all the time. ACCIO!” Her wand rolled forward enough for her to pick it up. “YES!” She let out an excited giggle before summoning Leander’s wand.
“Alright, I don’t know how many people are out there or what to expect, so stay behind me.”
“Shouldn’t I be in front of you?” Prewett asked.
“Why?”
“Well, I’m a gentleman, and a gentleman always protects his lady.”
She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Just stay behind me.” She blasted the lock off the door. She removed her other shoe and held onto it. Prewett followed close behind.
The door flew open. “What the hell-”
“STUPEFY!” Elle sent the woman stumbling backwards. “Incarcerous!” Magic chains wrapped around her. “Do you see my purse?”
“What’s it look like?”
“A purse! It looks like a bloody purse! I don’t imagine there’s an abundance of them in here!”
“No need to take my head off! Here it is, and my phone.”
“Text someone and tell them we’re in danger, quickly!”
Leander sent a quick text and put his phone in his pocket. “Alright.”
She began moving forward. “Hey, don’t you want your bag?”
“A gentleman carries a ladies bag!” She shouted back to him as she pushed the door open. He sighed and followed along.
They found themselves in a large, dusty looking room. “Where are we?” Prewett asked.
“I’m not certain, but I think it’s some sort of ruin. There’s a lot of dirt and crumbled bits around.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here!” A voice shouted. They were quickly swarmed and began firing spells.
Prewett thought he was making pretty good progress until he looked and saw Elle had taken down twice as many enemies as him. He saw one coming up behind her that she didn’t notice. “ELLE! BEHIND YOU!’
Elle turned around and slammed the high heeled shoe she’d been holding into the man’s face. It gouged him in the eye and he was screaming. She depulsoed him out of the way and acted like it was nothing.
Prewett, on the other hand, promptly turned around and threw up. Luckily it was on a dark wizard who’d been sneaking up on him, so it was a good defense. The man swore loudly and Prewett swung the purse and knocked the man out cold. “My god, what do you keep in this purse?!”
Leander looked around and realized it was quiet. He turned around and watched Elle pull the shoe out of the man’s face. The eye was still attached and she gave an annoyed sigh and plucked it off. Prewett turned around and vomited again.
“Jesus, I didn’t know you were so squeamish!”
“You ripped that man’s eye out of his head!”
“He’s dead, what does he need it for?!”
Prewett let out a small chuckle. Then a louder laugh, which turned into a full on knee-slapping laugh.
“Fuck, you’ve lost your marbles.” Elle swore.
“I’m sorry, it’s just- we were going on a DATE and somehow we ended up here and you just ripped a man’s eyeball out! I keep waiting to wake up but it hasn’t happened yet!”
He was still laughing when Elle slapped him across the face. “HEY! Laugh when we’re safe! We need to keep moving.”
Little bursts of laughter were still spilling out of him as they went onward. Elle tripped and fell, letting out a string of curse words.
“Elle!” He helped her to her feet and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
“FUCK, I think it’s broken!” She was holding her left foot up and her ankle was at an angle it definitely shouldn’t be. Prewett gagged and she shouted “DON’T YOU DARE THROW UP ON ME!”
“I’m ok, it’s alright. Do you have any potions?”
“No, I didn’t think I’d be needing them!”
“Right. Ok, I’ve got an idea. Climb onto my back.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Would you rather walk on a broken ankle?!”
-PLEASE GO FIND THE OTHER HALF THAT I REBLOGGED BECAUSE I’M A DUMBASS-
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Hello there, I am a very awkward person and I´m not exactly good at writing(and too lazy to proof read) but I try my best.
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You can be a boor to me, or even send death threats to me, I most likely wouldn’t care, except being worried about your mental wellbeing. But just don’t be an asshole to people around me, that’s taking things too far.
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We Survive (7)
Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive.
Pairings: None yet.
Word Count: 2,808
Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence I guess? I never know how to warn things.
A/N: Please don't hate me. :)
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Seven - Closure
The sun had barely started to rise and the only people up this early were the morning guards and the overnight guards whose shifts they were taking over. Inside the houses, everyone else would be sleeping for a few more hours. Everyone except JJ, Spencer, Rick, and Jocelynn. Once those four had gotten dressed, they headed to the gate to touch base before leaving on their run. JJ and Spencer arrived first, eager to get the run going.
“You’re sure you want to do this, Spence?” she asked him, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
“I feel partly to blame in all of it, and I need to know if they might have gotten out.” He explained, hands in his pockets.
“It wasn’t your fault. If Emily hadn’t switched places with you, someone else would have. We’ve been in tough situations before, we all did what was best in the moment. You can’t blame yourself.” She said, putting a hand on his arm.
He gave her a small nod. “Hopefully they’ll be there waiting for us.”
“You two are early. Unless I’m late.” Jocelynn’s voice came from behind them. “Morning.” She said with a smile.
“We’re early.” JJ replied, returning the smile.
“I thought Hotch was coming with us.” She said.
“Uh, he was, but when we talked about it last night, Spence asked if he could go instead.” She explained.
“Hope that’s alright.” He added.
“Fine by me.” Jocelynn shrugged. Before she could add anything else, Rick appeared beside them, a large map in hand. “Morning.”
“Morning. We’re gonna take the Honda, but I wanted to try and make us a smaller map we can take with us.” He said, going to the car and laying the larger map across the hood.
“Can I take a look at it?” Spencer asked.
Rick looked over at him and nodded. “Be my guest.”
“Thanks.” The younger man walked over to the map, looked over it for a couple minutes before nodding. “Okay, I’ve got it.”
“Got it?” Rick asked.
“Photographic memory. He just needs to see something for a minute and then he’s got it memorized.” JJ explained with a small smile. “So now we don’t have to take the big map with us.”
“Right.” He nodded. “Alright, well then I suppose we can head right out.” He rolled the map back up and handed it off to one of the guards to hold onto. He got the key for the car and got in, pulling it up to the gate for them.
Jocelynn smirked to herself as Rick pulled the car up. She let Spencer sit in the passenger’s seat so he could navigate, then climbed into the backseat with JJ. The gates slid open, and then pulled out and started driving down the road.
“So, you can really memorize anything you see?” Jocelynn asked from the backseat.
“Yeah. It’s hard to explain the mechanics of it all, but it’s been a pretty big help in some of our investigations.” Spencer replied.
“Just don’t show him any embarrassing pictures or stories.” JJ joked.
“Turn left up here.” He said.
Rick turned down the road and continued driving. “I think we have a few miles on this road, then when we turn on Calvary, you’ll have to let me know how far to go.” He said, earning a nod from the other male.
They drove for a few minutes before turning onto Calvary Road. He drove a bit slower so they wouldn’t pass the right spot. As they got closer, Spencer started to lean forward in his seat and JJ started to do the same.
“Here.” he said and pointed to a spot in the tree line. When the car stopped, he looked around and nodded. “This is it. That’s the downed tree we jumped to get out.”
Rick pulled the car over and turned the engine off before they all got out and stood in front of it. “How deep in the woods is this place?”
“Not more than a few hundred feet.” JJ said. “I think if we go straight back, it should be right there.”
“We should come in on the side in case there’s any leftover walkers.” He said, looking into the wooded area.
“Should someone stay with the car?” Jocelynn asked.
“We’ll be able to see the road from the cabin, so someone could go halfway and keep watch.” Spencer suggested.
The four headed into the woods, spotting the cabin not long after. Once they got halfway through, they were able to see that there were a few walkers on the ground around the cabin, but they weren’t moving anymore; they were the ones who got shot by the team in the ambush.
“Alright, Joce, you and JJ can keep going to the cabin and check it out. We’ll stand watch out here and once it’s clear, I’ll send Spencer.” Rick said softly.
“Okay. I’ll wave you guys over.” She said quietly.
JJ gave a nod to Spencer before heading in the rest of the way. The cabin was quiet and the only sounds they heard were from the nearby stream and the occasional bug or bird. When they got close enough to see the front door, they saw that it was still wide open. A sinking feeling hit them both and for a moment, neither of them moved.
“Do you want me to go check?” Jocelynn asked her quietly. If there was a mess inside, she wanted to keep it hidden if she could.
The blonde stood there, staring at the open front door. She never froze during cases, she had kept her cool during worse things, but there she stood.
She looked back at Rick and Spencer and then touched JJ’s arm gently. “I’ll go check it out and then come get you, okay?”
She nodded and took a deep breath, her mouth too dry to speak.
Jocelynn walked up to the front door and peeked inside to make sure there weren’t any walkers hiding. She walked inside and saw a disheveled living room, furniture tipped and moved. There was a terrible odor that she followed to the kitchen which looked like a crime scene. The back door was laying on top of the overturned coffee table and a pile of walkers laid sprawled on top of that. Nearly the entire kitchen floor was covered with dried blood that also appeared to me smeared around the walls and doorway. It didn’t look good. She squatted down when she saw a glimmer of something in the pile of bodies and found that it was a silver necklace with a small cross on it. She shook her head and looked at the scene around her, wanting to try and find a positive outcome somewhere.
“Jocelynn?” JJ’s voice came from the living room, tearing her from her thoughts.
She stood up and came into the other room, looking at the blonde. “It doesn’t look good in there.”
She didn’t respond, she just walked past her to see for herself.
“JJ…” she started, but the woman walked to the kitchen doorway and took in the scene.
“Oh my God.” she said softly, staring at the pile of bodies and the blood all over the room.
Jocelynn walked out front and headed towards Rick and Spencer, the two men coming to meet her halfway between their watch spot and the cabin. “I tried to tell her not to go in there. It doesn’t look good.” she said quietly.
Spencer didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence before he was jogging up to the cabin and going inside to find JJ and the kitchen scene.
“Were they in there?” Rick asked quietly, seeing the look on her face.
“I don’t know. There was just a pile of bodies and blood everywhere, too much to be just from walkers. I don’t know what happened in there, but they’re not there.” She said, turning back to look at the cabin.
“JJ?” Spencer said, seeing JJ coming out of the kitchen.
“Reid…don’t go in there.” she said, coming over to take his hand gently.
“Are they in there?” he asked her, staring at the kitchen doorway. From where he stood, he could only see the dark blood stains and one limp arm.
“You don’t want that to be the last image in your head.” She said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Trust me.”
He looked at the doorway, then down at his friend. “We didn’t make it in time.”
“I’m sorry.” It was all she could think of saying to him.
He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, letting her hold onto him as tightly as she needed to. He wanted to be strong for them both but the idea of their three friends lying dead and torn up in the other room was too much for him.
A few moments later, they both emerged from the cabin and walked over to meet Jocelynn and Rick who were standing halfway between the cabin and the car. Neither of them said anything until they got back to the car. As Spencer got into the backseat, JJ spoke up.
“They’re gone. I didn’t want Spence to see what was in there.” She said softly.
Jocelynn looked up at her and felt her heart aching for them both. She was hoping that none of the bodies in the room were any of her friends, she was hoping for the best for them. “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you for taking us here. It means a lot.” She said, wiping tears from her cheeks. “We should probably head back.” She got into the backseat with Spencer, trying to keep herself as together as possible.
Rick put a hand on Jocelynn’s back as he went to the driver’s side and got in. She got into the passenger’s seat and looked out the window as they turned around and headed back home. She hated that this was the outcome for them. She knew how it felt to lose people and she didn’t wish it on anyone else, no matter how unavoidable it was. The car ride back was completely silent, and as soon as the car stopped inside the gates, Penelope and Hotch approached the area to welcome them back, hoping to see three extra faces coming out of the car. JJ and Spencer got out of the back and headed over to meet them, giving them the news. They all took turns hugging each other while Rick grabbed the map from the guard so he could take it back to city hall. Jocelynn leaned against the car, unsure of what to do or say. JJ turned to give her a nod before walking back towards their house with Spencer and Penelope while Hotch walked over to Rick.
“Thank you for taking them out there. I know it seemed like a waste of resources and time…” he started.
Rick put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Don’t worry about it. You guys take the time you need to, okay?” he nodded to the man and headed down the street to city hall.
He stood still for a moment until he turned to look towards their house, knowing he needed to go be a rock for his team.
“Want some company on your way home?” Jocelynn asked him softly.
He looked over at her and smiled some. “Sure.”
She nodded and walked beside him towards the BAU house. “I’m sorry about your friends. I really was hoping for a better result.”
“Thank you. I know they were too.” He said.
“You didn’t think they’d be there?” she asked, glancing up at him.
“The chances of them surviving that situation with the amount of ammo they had were slim to none. It would have taken a miracle for them to still be there waiting for us and I know that the others knew that too, but they wanted to stay optimistic.” He explained.
“Optimism is hard to come by these days. But maybe having closure will help everyone be able to move forward.” As they got to the house, she turned to face him. “If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
He turned to look down at her and nodded. “I appreciate that, we all do. And thank you again for taking them today.”
“It’s no problem at all.” She shrugged gently. “You guys take care of each other, alright?”
“We will.” He said and gave her a nod.
She hesitated a moment before wrapping her arms around him in a hug, hoping she didn’t get pushed away.
The hug caught him off guard at first, but he found himself wrapping his arms around her and returning the gesture.
They embraced for a few moments before she pulled back to look up at him. “You looked like you could use that.”
He looked down at her and gave her a small smile. “I probably could have.”
“You don’t always have to be strong for everyone around you, you know. We have to take turns being strong and letting people be strong for us.” She added.
He studied her features as she spoke, wondering how someone could be so caring towards someone they barely knew, especially in this world. It was refreshing and made him start to consider letting some of his walls down, even slightly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Go see your team.” She said and gave him a small smile before heading off to get something to eat.
Hotch walked her walk away, her words ringing in his ears. It had been so long since he had felt comfortable with someone outside of the team, and while it was a welcome feeling, it scared him a little bit. He wasn’t sure what type of comfort he felt with her, but it made him feel a little better about going to face the others. Maybe it was admiration for her strength and optimism, or maybe it was something else. Either way, he knew he had one task to focus on in that moment and that was being with his team; his family.
That night after dinner, Jocelynn headed back to the BAU house to check on everyone and drop something off. When she got there, she knocked quietly on the door, then stepped back some while she waited for an answer.
The door opened a few minutes later with JJ appearing in the doorway. “Hey.”
“Hey. I hope I’m not interrupting or anything.” She said.
“No, not at all. We’re all just winding down.” she stepped out onto the porch, shutting the door behind her. “What’s up?”
“I uh…I found something at the cabin earlier. I don’t know if it’s one of yours or…” she held out the necklace she had found at the cabin. “I wanted to clean it up a bit before I brought it to you guys.”
JJ took the necklace carefully and smiled some. “Emily’s.” she said simply.
“I figured you’d want to have it.” She shrugged.
“This is great. Thank you.” She said and pulled the younger woman into a tight hug. “I should have hugged you earlier, but I didn’t think I could hold back tears if I did.”
Jocelynn hugged her back and smiled softly. “I get it.” The two embraced for a moment more before pulling apart from each other. “How are you guys holding up?”
“Honestly, I think we’re doing better than I expected. It’s not that we’re not upset or hurt but I think we all hoped for the best but planned for the worst.” She admitted. “I really wanted them to be there but deep down I knew that they wouldn’t be. Maybe seeing the cabin empty myself was the reality check I needed.” She shrugged.
She nodded at her comments and smiled some, “I know that it’s not the ideal situation at all, but hopefully you’ll all be able to heal now instead of being left to wonder.”
“I think we can now.” She agreed. “And we should be able to get back to work tomorrow so you guys won’t have to worry about that.”
“We wouldn’t worry. But we appreciate it.” She replied. “I’ll let you guys get back to unwinding. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you again, Joce.” She said softly, the nickname slipping out.
“Anytime.” She replied with a smile. “Night.”
“Night.” She said and headed back inside.
Jocelynn headed back to her house hoping that they really were holding up alright given their circumstance. They were all good people and she hated to see good people struggling or hurting. She went inside and to her room, changed into pajamas and climbed into bed. It had been a long day and she was glad that it was over, for all of them.
#(my writing.)#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fic#criminal minds au#criminal minds fanfic#the walking dead fanfic#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead fic#(fic: we survive)#crossover fic#rick grimes and ofc#aaron hotchner x ofc#aaron hotchner and ofc#rick grimes x ofc
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where dust devils are made
PAIRING: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Hydra!Reader
SUMMARY: Being tasked to seduce the ex-Winter Soldier to add him into HYDRA’s recovering arsenal turns into a wreck when the fine line between mission and reality blurs as you begin seeing him as your beloved instead of your ticket out of doom. (Loosely Based on Valentine, Texas by Mitski)
WORDS: 6.6k
REMINDER(S): usage of she/her pronouns. allusions to sex. manipulation. brainwashing. alcohol. trauma. major character death. cursing. major angst. fires. kidnapping. blood. abuse. violence. description of hair changes. hurt…no comfort hehe. errors. please let me know if i missed anything else!
ALTERNATE ENDING IN THE WORKS
-> for @pellucid-constellations’ love letters writing challenge! thank you for holding this challenge omfg this is what i needed to motivate me to finally write again. don’t forget to also check out their works !! <3
A/N: @maggiebuchanan sent me this fic idea and just knew i had to write it out so here it is. it looks a bit rushed tho cos i wanted to post on 2/22/2022 22:22 :’) || reblogs and comments are appreciated :*
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“It’s been you and me since before I was me. Without you, I don’t yet know quite how to live.”
— I Guess by Mitski
Being left behind to exist was a travesty of a luxury, a future lie to be written on history textbooks of high school students. Some think that life was better when half the population was gone, while some think so otherwise.
You, on the other hand, barely had any idea. How could you if you spent most of your five years in a chair for what you were told was going to become the greater good?
HYDRA had once been so overwhelmingly big, you’d know because you’ve witnessed it grow right beside the man who took you in when he found you a week after you escaped juvenile prison with no home to return to when you were reduced into a lowly lost orphan in the middle of nowhere.
Elrich Aslanov, the man who dared to renew and revive HYDRA, had fed you, raised you, hoping to turn your abilities accompanied by your fragile trust into a future weapon.
“My beloved child,” he had called you on the umpteenth downfall of the organization, determination and purpose clear in his voice. “We’ll rebuild all of this and make it ours.”
And then the Blip happened.
It was a dreadful situation and yet you had just wished you had disappeared as well rather than training to become a weapon for your so-called guardian’s greed.
You hated yourself for having complied in the first place.
You sensed the end coming forth until everybody came back and your new assigned purpose emerged.
“Lure him,” you were ordered.
By the time you had set foot outside to fulfill your mission of earning the ex-Winter Soldier’s trust with false promise of a romance, you had nothing else in mind but letting go of gratitude towards Elrich Aslanov and just surviving.
You had a plan to convince whoever this James Buchanan Barnes guy was to go somewhere far away with you. You didn’t know how to do it, but that was the idea.
Right now, you sat right next to your target, who was occupied in a conversation with an elderly man you did not recognize.
You hadn’t watched any rom-com movies or any movies at all to begin with, but knowing how to blend in was part of the job description.
You purposely ‘accidentally’ bumped elbows with his, letting yourself take on an innocent but playful demeanor. “Oh, sorry,” you say with an apologetic laugh.
The guy only barely nods, but the elderly man encourages him. “Why don’t you ask her out?”
“Yori,” he argues politely, refusing to return your insistent eye contact.
“Excuse me, this young man would like to ask you your name.”
Most of the time, you’d come up with some random alias or pull one out from your list of fake names but this felt like one of the times that you felt you should be genuine. “[Y/N]—”
You were about to say Aslanov, but it didn’t feel right, nor did your real surname. You did a quick scan of the place, your eyes landing on the drink the pretty bartender just handed to one adult at the other side of the counter. “—Whiskey. [Y/N] Whiskey.”
It sounded stupid, you knew that, but it gave you just the right amount of fake and real enough to stay true to your goal. No going back now.
Yori grinned, patting your target on the shoulder. “This young man here would also like to ask you out on a walk.”
“I would love that,” you said with the sweetest smile you could ever muster. You wondered if it looked real enough, because you knew /he/ was your ticket out of here. “Hey, I just moved into your apartment building. Maybe you could pick me up at five?”
Your target finally spoke, and it must be the two sips of alcohol from your glass but his smile was contagious even though it didn’t even reach his eyes. “Five’s great.”
And that’s where it all began.
That fateful late afternoon when one young woman and a not-so-young man separated by a wall had been nervous in the false comfort of their new homes.
The two of you had stepped out of your rooms at the same time, and you waved with more enthusiasm than you had intended to show.
“Shall we?” you said.
Your target nodded, and the two of you walked out of the building, shoulder up to shoulder as you went on a walk as the sun was minutes away from setting, the landscape about to dim soon.
“I’m [Y/N] Whiskey, by the way. You know, just saying again instead you’ve forgotten to save you from having to call me so and so,” you joked.
He seemed to find that amusing because a small smile tugged at his lips. Come on, give me a big one. “I don’t think I could forget that name. For starters, your last name’s literally Whiskey.”
Not really. “Yeah. Well, what about you?”
“Me? What about me?”
You shrugged, grinning. “You know, your name.”
“Oh. Right. Well, I’m — I’m James. Or Bucky. Whichever one you prefer.”
“Well, which one do you prefer?”
James or Bucky considered this, but he finally decided. “Bucky would be just fine.”
“Alright, Bucky would be just fine,” you started, racking your brain on what people usually talked about on dates. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
“Bearable,” he answered truthfully. His hands were in his pockets, and you absentmindedly did the same.
The sun was already setting when the two of you made it to the Brooklyn Bridge, the dusk a pleasant grandeur upon you. A lovely but polite conversation had come and gone and now silence hung, but it’s a comfortable one.
Cars bustling close by below made it a lot easier.
Bucky didn’t look at you when you spoke, but you looked at him, studying whatever facade he had on or let go of. Were you talking to the Winter Soldier pretending to be the remnant of himself or is he really who he claims to be?
All you could think about right now was how you only had to pretend to like him for the mission until he likes you back enough that you could convince him to go with you somewhere far away for a while so you could slip away from watching eyes.
You’re my ticket out of here, James.
He chose his words carefully, pausing. “I don’t think times are good enough just yet for this to be something I think you might want it to be.”
I can wait longer for a ticket.
“No big deal,” you said back, tracing the tight ropes with your fingers. “We did say it was just a walk, now, didn’t we?”
You could tell he was relieved as he nodded, seeing that all the tension from his eyes seemed to disperse. “Yeah, yeah.”
“So do you want to get out of here, go home, and get some unhealthy fast food on the way?”
And he nodded.
Maybe he really was just Bucky. And maybe he really would be just fine.
You could only hope that you would be, too.
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Making him smile had been a guilty pleasure hobby.
The jokes you’d tell were more often than not unfunny, and yet a tug on his lips or a mini smirk was just enough to keep you going for a couple of extra minutes for the day.
You’d been spending more time with him and it surprised you a great deal that it wasn’t against your will.
He was . . . good company. You weren’t sure what you were, but it wasn’t ‘something’ enough to be considered a relationship but not ‘nothing’ enough to be regarded as nothing at all.
There were days when he was unapologetically distant, and you didn’t mind. You always used his frequent absence to justify your inability to ask him about his days as the Winter Soldier, because you knew he hated that part of him and rightfully so.
He’d never mentioned any of it, but the drought of it was reasonable enough for you to theorize it so.
You had listed Elrich as ‘Dad’ on your contacts. He was the only one there along with Bucky’s number and Sam’s.
You almost dropped your phone when it started ringing, and it took you a while to register that an unknown number was calling. You picked it up after two more rings.
“Hi?” you answered.
“Mr. Aslanov would like to know the status of your mission, Miss [Y/L/N].” Your last name felt like a harsh reminder that you belonged to your past.
You gulped, pretending to not have been affected by the name. “Fine.”
“We’re gonna need a lot more than fine, Miss [Y/L/N].” There it is again.
“I’m spending more time with the target. No further information gathered just yet, Hans.” You knew exactly who you were talking to: Elrich’s right hand man who thinks he’d be in all his better’s glory.
“It will do you good not to refer to me by my first name.”
“Then it will do you better not to refer to me by my last. Oh, and have a wonderful day, Hans. It was most certainly a pleasure speaking with you, what was it? Hans. Farewell, Hans.”
And you unapologetically ended the call, slipping your phone into your bag as you turned off the TV just right after listening to the news about the new Captain America.
As you stepped out of your apartment room, Bucky’s door opened and you called out to him.
“Where you off to?”
Bucky looked back at you, slowing down his walk until you caught up. “To tell a birdie off.”
“Oh, I’m coming.”
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The day you met eyes with Zemo, you knew exactly what he could know. You’d been denying it to yourself as Bucky told his story of using Zemo as a valuable asset in their task and you had pleaded with your eyes not to tell anybody anything of what he knew about you.
When the plan to travel to Madripoor had been set in motion, you were having a debate with yourself on Zemo’s plane.
The you before you ever set foot in the bar James Buchanan Barnes was in would’ve fled the country the moment you stepped out of the plane and have taken a new identity but the you sitting right across from the same James Buchanan Barnes wouldn’t.
Something’s changed.
You had went from a loyal servant to your so-called pretend father during the entire period half the population of the world disappeared and long before that regardless of the cause to this young adult desperate for freedom, not giving a damn about anybody but yourself to some pathetic idiot blinded by the closest thing to love you think you could ever possibly have.
When you finally found yourself alone with Zemo, he had spoken first. “I see you’ve taken a liking to this life, Aslanov.”
And now that name sounds all too fake. Heck, all your names sounded so fake as did your real one.
“Would you snitch if I ran away right now?” you asked, looking around the indoor space Sharon had provided that not so really reflected what Madripoor really was like.
Zemo took a sip from his glass. “Would you run away if given the chance?”
You considered this, afraid of finding out where your loyalties truly lied. “I don’t think so.”
“Then I believe there is nothing to snitch about.”
He crossed his arms, and none of you met each other’s eyes as you studied a framed piece of artwork that was objectively not the most interesting one of the lot.
“Zemo?” you said. His light nod told you to go on. “Do you think I stand a chance at leaving my past behind while it still exists?”
“If the Winter Soldier can, then it is safe to say that it is not impossible. That is, if he really has. It would appear that breaking noses still come easy to him, I’m afraid.”
You chuckled lightly, taking off the navy blue blazer with sharp shoulders of sorts and toying with it. “Who was I supposed to play again?” you asked, thinking back on what your fake name was again to no avail.
“My mistress, Marina Fischer,” Zemo answered.
“You don’t have a wife — at least none that I know of — so you could only mean that I was meant to play your whore.”
“I was being polite, but if it is what you want it to be, then so be it.”
“I’m not keen on pretending to be someone I’m not anymore.”
“Then do you plan on telling your — what do you call them — your boyfriend who you are, Miss Whiskey?”
“He’s not my boyfriend and no, I’m not telling him,” you said. He didn’t say anything, and so you continued. “At least, not yet.”
“Then will you flee tonight to desert your mission?” Zemo asks, but it sounds more of like an evaluation for yourself than a question he wants to be answered for his own curiosity.
“Would that be a better option?” you laughed mirthlessly. “It’s just — it’s stupid but I think I—”
“Love him, perhaps?” he suggested, and the words almost sound bitter in his tongue.
“No, I don’t know. I care for him, alright? They put a price on our heads tonight but I was most concerned for his and it was such an odd thing. Probably the oddest thing, even.”
“Love is admittedly amusing but oftentimes harrowing. And might I say: misleading.” He stepped away from the painting to set down his empty glass on the table from across the frame. “Do what you will and must with that information. I’ll see you tomorrow or never, Miss Whiskey. Good night.”
Zemo began to walk away until he disappeared into the hall, leaving you stranded alone right there in front of a painting. You changed your mind; it was impressive. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t exactly the best or anything, but it was mesmerizing.
You finally stepped away from the piece of artwork to study the frosted windows.
You could leave now despite the price you had on your head; you’d find a way to get out of there like you always do.
You could be yourself. Get away from all this HYDRA and super soldiers crap and just take on a last fake name to finally live your own real life.
But you don’t.
“[Y/N]?” Bucky said, snapping you back to reality. “I’ve been looking for you. How’s that bullet graze treating you?”
Because who am I without you now?
“Bad,” you said, patting your thigh. “You should’ve followed Sam, man. Like, come on, it’s in every action movie.”
He gave you that intense stare again, and you had to laugh. “Aw, it’s like you want to shoot me right in my leg. How very romantic of you.”
“Yeah, always a pleasure. Now, come on.”
His assisting metal hand on your elbow as you walked was comfort like you’ve never had before.
And you simply figured that that alone was already a good enough reason to stay.
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It’s been one of the most satisfying weeks of your life, you think to yourself as you toasted your own beer bottle with Bucky, Sam, and a couple of more people by the docks.
You haven’t been updating Elrich or anyone about your mission, but you’ve been reassuring yourself that it will all end well.
“To Captain America!” you cheered, encouraging the others to celebrate.
A while after that, you sat alone on one of the dock sections, your sandals set aside behind you as you let your legs play with the cold water.
Bucky took a seat right next to you, dipping in his water as well. The rest seemed to be preoccupied with rejoicing and having fun.
“Thought you were busy flexing,” you teased before swinging your beer bottle and chugging the remains down your throat.
He shrugged, sipping the last of the beer from his, too. “I could use some tranquility.” He set down the bottle. “Listen—”
“Look, I know you’ve picked up on me feeling something for you for a while now and that’s on me but. . . You don’t have to return anything, really.”
Bucky paused, comprehending what he’d just heard. “You have feelings for me?”
“What?” you froze. “No, I’m kidding, I’m just—”
“Will your answer be different if I said I do, too?”
“Yeah. In that case, no, I’m not kidding.” You put your empty beer bottle behind you right beside your sandals. “But if you’re kidding, then I’m kidding, too.”
“Well, I’m not kidding,” Bucky declared.
“So it’s settled, then. Nobody’s kidding.”
“Yeah, yeah, nobody’s kidding,” he repeated.
And the silence that followed made you want to drown yourself in the very water you had dipped your toes in.
But then your conversation with Zemo came to mind once more.
Your own words bothered you.
“I’m not keen on pretending to be someone I’m not anymore.”
You hated yourself for being a hypocrite. Here you are now, lying to him.
And so you decided to tell him.
Perhaps tell him your real name. That you didn’t disappear during the Blip even though it felt that way as you had spent most of the five years trapped in a hangar, training to be a better weapon.
You opened your mouth to confess all the lies you’ve been living since the moment you met but it was overpowered by another intense feeling you’ve been meaning to let out for another time.
“I’m just glad you’re safe, Buck,” you said. “I know you think that times aren’t good enough just yet for this to be—”
Adrenaline stronger than what any alcohol could give you pumped through your veins as his lips pressed against yours, your limbs becoming stranger to you, unsure of what to do next.
When he pulled away, you were left astonished, certainly uncertain.
“I know what I think,” he said. And for the umpteenth time that day, thankfully, he smiled. It was genuine and true, and it was comforting. “Times will get better if this turns into something I think we want it to be.”
And all felt as if it was well; that it could be better what with the smiles and laughter that followed.
Nobody bothered you, and you treated the mission like some lost sticky note, letting yourself be taken into this paradise you’ve let your ignorance built.
As the night settled after a long conversation with your Bucky, the two of you finally stood up. You thought of ‘Dad’ listed in your contacts and for a moment you considered throwing your phone away.
But you don’t, preferring to keep the photos you had just taken that day.
Instead, as you followed behind Bucky, you swiftly opened your phone and deleted and blocked Elrich.
You’d been behind by a few steps so Bucky slowed down until you kept up, and he held out his metal hand out to you, and you took it.
Because all would be well. He was the promise itself, the reassurance. And that was enough.
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He was more present in your apartment room than in his, and you didn’t mind. You’d let him fall asleep right next to you in your bed as you patted him until he did, let him help you clean the living room and change sheets. . .
It was lovely to need and to be needed for no selfish reason other than wanting to.
There were a lot of walks together, hanging out at the docks, and more for the past six months and so far, nobody has bothered you.
How would you know? You’ve never been alone, never been active on social media, or literally anything.
All your friends like Bucky and Sam were under the impression you had also been snapped away, and you’ve lied about this life so hard that even you had started to believe it.
“Goodnight, Barnes,” you’d say at night when sleep time is due.
And he’d unknowingly remind you of your innate fraudulence by simply calling you by a name not yours. “Goodnight, Whiskey,” he’d whisper as he fell asleep right next to you, his half-steady breathing the only consolation of the grim truth of who you were.
Every night, every single time he called you by that, you had willed yourself to come clean to him.
It’s just Bucky. He won’t hurt me.
But then you’d look down at him dozing off on your chest, his arms unwilling to let you go, his closed eyes peaceful as ever as it twitches.
But it’s Bucky. And I could hurt him.
And at every twitch on his face, you could feel your throat close, guilt eating you up slowly like a parasite.
You had no clue what happened to your mission and why your ‘Dad’ was not at all concerned about your whereabouts.
You’d almost forgotten you were there for the sole reason of taking back Bucky to be at the mercy of the very organization that treated you more of a weapon than a person.
But you let it be, locking that thought and letting it be summoned whenever someone called you by your name.
You never tell him about the nightmares of being tortured to be at HYDRA’s own beck and call, about the memories of being forced to remember each and every single time you took your seat at that damned chair without a single serum pumping your veins and agony one level from what your body would consider too much.
He never asked you about the scars and the remnants of bruises on every surface of your body at nights when love was fervent, just as you never asked him about his.
He knew you knew his story as the Winter Soldier very well, as well as the list of people’s names who he wanted to make amends with.
You could still remember the guilt and loathe in his face when he confessed the part of his own story he wasn’t aware you already knew.
If you knew who I was and why I’m here in the first place, you’d hate me forever.
It didn’t matter, though. At least, not right now. Not when nights are spent in the comfort of your Bucky.
Not your target nor mission. Just Bucky.
Again, all was well.
At least, until the evening of the next day.
You tried to ignore the star necklace you had found slipped under your door last week as you walked on our way home, carrying a crumpled paper bag filled with donuts to apologize to Bucky for a small disagreement you had, a peaceful night with your beloved in mind.
All this is disrupted by arms you don’t recognize hauling you off your feet and another set covering your mouth with a cloth that, for some reason, brought you to a sleep.
You awoke in a familiar place you recognized immediately.
It’s not easy to forget something when you’ve spent so much time trying to become someone you thought you were and someone you could be in that very place.
Hands tightly bound together behind you and tied around the backrest of the metal chair you were on, you tried to break free to no avail.
You were no super soldier, you knew that, but you were also aware that desperation, while pathetic, could be a genius alternative amplifier where escape was concerned.
“I thought you would have at least put up a fight, girl,” said a familiar voice. You had yearned for that voice to tell you you have done perfect, done great. But now? You wanted to rip apart the throat of the speaker. “You have been weakened.”
“No, I’ve become less stupid.” You looked up to find him standing beyond your reach even if you weren’t in shackles. A wet puddle separated the two of you, leaked rain dripping from the high ceiling.
“Weakened, nonetheless. But never mind your failure, because you’ve built a foundation well — finally something in your mission that you did not screw up.”
You hated to admit it, but the little girl who craved his validation was crumbling, and you tried so hard not to let her show up in your face.
“What do you want me to do, Elrich?” you mocked, and you took pleasure at the offended disbelief that flickered in his features for a second. You’ve never referred to him as anything other than Mr. Aslanov. “Your plan to rebuild HYDRA is a failure. You’ve got a hundred people including yourself and that’s it. Your pathetic dream’s nothing but a drawing of a kindergarten who thinks he’s cool. Give up.”
Hans emerged from the shadows, stepping right next to Elrich with a taunting smirk.
One of Elrich’s henchmen followed Hans, bowing. “The chair is ready, sir.”
The damned chair.
“Oh, we have a video to record first,” Elrich said; and it was weird to hear him without the endearing facade he’d worn back when you’d been ignorant. “Consider it as an invitation to the Winter Soldier.”
“He’s not the Winter Soldier, not anymore.
Elrich spoke as one of his henchmen prepared the tripod. “And you are no longer my loyal servant and yet here you are, soon to follow instructions once again. You are a coward, child. I expected more from you and you’ll now be painted blue and purple.”
Nothing new. Same old, same old. You could only watch as you waited for what would draw bruises on your skin and wait for it to end as the red dot blinked and blinked on the camera.
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Bucky Barnes received a package in front of his doorstep after three days of no answers at your door or your phone or any updates about your whereabouts, driving him crazy.
“[Y/N]?” he had always called out thrice each day, knocking on your door with hesitation.
He’d only figured you’d been busy or simply keeping your distance. You haven’t been yourself for the past week, and it threw him off.
He called Sam over, asking to borrow his laptop. And the two of them opened the only file folder, clicking one of the two files in it, the video first.
Bucky clenched his fist and his jaw, utterly disturbed by what he’d just seen.
There you were in the same chair, wearing the same clothes he last saw you in, skin marred by bruises and scars.
The video ran for only ten seconds, but each shudder of a breath you took and let go haunted him. It was a new kind of torture.
Sam turned it off, rendered speechless. Their brows were furrowed as Sam silently clicked the other file, the location written on it and the familiar star attached to the top part, and he immediately knew.
Bucky stood up in a second, and Sam had to hold him down. “Oh, you’re not going alone.”
“I am because I said so.”
“These folks are bad news, man. Them coming back for you can’t be good. You gotta think this through.”
“I already did.”
“For ten seconds,” Sam challenged.
“That's all I need. I’m going.”
“Well, not alone.”
As the two prepared, Bucky had gone into your bathroom to turn off the lights to make sure all was off as per your constant instruction embedded into his habit.
He was about to close the door shut when he looked up at the ceiling and saw one loose tile not quite fitting into place. He had used his own loose tile ceiling in his bathroom as a storage, and he figured that you probably did.
Bucky, desperate to find more things to remind himself of you, pushed it aside, finding a small tin box. He opened it with hesitation, uncertainty filling him up upon seeing the same red star that had been marked on his metal arm a while ago in the form of a necklace sitting on top of a collection of cards.
He pulled out the cards, your picture was on each and every one of them but the names were different.
Five driver’s licenses were under the names of Lauren Balskate, Mary Royce, Susie Lewis, Paulina May O’Brien, and Jules McConell.
Several more ID cards he could not count followed, names he did not recognize listed right next to your picture, each one unique from the other.
Sometimes, you had curly hair, sometimes straight, sometimes cropped, sometimes buzzed, and sometimes a vibrant color while sometimes not.
When he finished going through all the cards, Bucky slumped on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, your face tormenting him.
“Who are you?” he says out loud, the past year flashing before his eyes, doubt clouding it all.
And yet he still stood up to look for you.
Whoever you were did not matter right now. What did matter, however, was who he fell in love with, and so Bucky left the apartment building with Sam, sworn to prioritize his determination over his confusion.
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The pair soon found themselves in a long hike up to what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere despite knowing it was in the Appalachian. Straying from the trail wasn’t recommended, but it was required to find the location, and after a few more minutes, the two glimpsed a hangar directing out a cliff with only an overly large runway separating it.
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier parted ways temporarily, Sam manning from above, following along and watching as Bucky approached the open and exposed entrance.
Bucky hasn’t even stepped inside when he heard Sam curse over their comms.
“Redwing’s been deactivated! Keep going, I’m—”
A bullet rang through his ears, the sound deafening and from a distant height of the sky, Bucky saw Sam’s figure fall for a couple of seconds.
“Sam!”
“Grazed a wing! I’m fine! Keep going, I’m gonna scout!”
As soon as Bucky stepped inside the hangar’s surprisingly modernized tech had the wide door shut in a quick moment and he sensed the hands before it reached him, but the hands still managed to rip the earpiece off his right ear.
The silhouette of a huge aircraft distracted him for a split second, but he swung his metal arm to the perpetrator, missing the assailant by an inch.
When his eyes adjusted to the dark and hanging lights flickered on his eyes met. . .yours.
You’d been dressed in combat gear, all your limbs covered as well as your neck.
Bucky found questions swimming in from everywhere as he dodged each hit from your dagger.
But you weren’t a super soldier, weren’t you?
How could you have taken that chair’s torment?
He slammed your hands away, sending the dagger skidding and so you pulled out your gun, pointing it right at him.
“You double-crossed me,” he said out of disbelief he could no longer hide. He immediately disarms you, and he lifts you by your vest, sending you skidding across the floor, your dagger across the floor.
His eyes flickered to the chair in the middle of the room. It was different from the one he’d always sat in, but its purpose was familiar.
“Get in the chair,” you said.
Fury pulsing through him, Bucky let the Winter Soldier and himself become one, not talking as he ripped off his sleeve to reveal his metal arm unabashedly this time.
“No,” he answered.
And soon there was clanging of metal against concrete, flesh against hard rusted posts holding the hangar intact.
He had sent you flying, and you crashed into the door shielding the entrance to the underground base of HYDRA, and he had to pause for a double-take to see a long hall stretch far into the other side of the room, make-shift offices probably inside.
You used the temporary distraction the base had gathered to aim for his jaw.
And the fighting took place once more above the hangar, the light from the hall he’d uncovered letting you see each other with much more visibility.
The ship took a huge portion of the hangar’s space, and when you recognized the pain coming from everywhere in your body, you realized you had some sort of control and with Plan B in mind, you refrained from reaching out to Bucky in fear of losing control of yourself once more.
You found the cockpit and you immediately took over the controls, preparing to launch it and setting your plan of destroying the base and letting it crumble into ashes and debris into motion.
When he found that it was within reach, Bucky grabbed the dagger you’d dropped a while ago and followed you up the ship, grabbing you by your neck just as the ship had begun to move.
The usage for autopilot was too soon, but you had gone for it anyway, the launch manned by a half-assed attempt at destruction.
“Buck — Bucky. . .”
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice tense with disgust. Another voice ruined for you. His grip tightened on your neck.
“It’s [Y/N]. Please. It hurts.”
The pleading in your voice almost let him do so, but he kept his guard up.
He hated the way his throat was constricting as he spoke and how his eyes threatened to become a broken dam.
“Are you sure you’re not Paulina? Susie? Jules?” he mocks. “Was it all just a mission to you?”
He tried.
Tried so hard to ignore the pleading in your voice. “No, Bucky, please, listen.” But your hands were moving of your own accord, and a goal you could never in a million years have presented itself. The chair. “Kill me,” you instruct in a plea for apology and redemption.
His grip loosened, and the part of you you did not own grabbed the dagger from his hands, aiming it at his neck, but you took hold of it as fast as you could, letting it drop on the floor.
You ignored him as you ran to the cockpit, steadying the ship, ignoring everything else.
It hurt everywhere.
The fresh bruises. The old ones and the new.
But most of all, the bruises you painted on his skin.
That part of you again.
Hurt him, it said. Do whatever it takes to get him on that chair.
“Bucky,” you said under your breath, but it sounded more like a wish than an attempt to call him.
But you were standing up again, and you — no, — your hand grabbed hold of the dagger, aiming it at him.
He stood up, and you were there, frozen right in front of him as a fight erupted within yourself.
It was like watching yourself from afar. You could only watch as you launched your body to him, and Bucky defended himself from the sharp blade threatening to pierce his skin.
When you finally found that you were in control of your own self, you spoke. “You decide if it was real for me too, because I’ll make sure you’re the one who gets to be free.”
And you let him turn the handle around and two gasped breaths came up from the two of you, your eyes locked.
It was almost like you were in each other’s arms in bed again and if you just squinted your eyes a bit, you could almost see it.
Only that red drenched your stomach, the handle peacefully resting against his.
You fell against him, and you felt and heard everything. Like the engines within the walls of the ship. Like the moving of the ship and the churning of your stomach and the weight of your faults.
You looked up at him again.
He expected you to say the words he’d dreaded and wished to hear just so he wouldn’t have to live with the thought that all the blood yet to be spilled would be for nothing.
He willed you to say Hail HYDRA in your last moments.
But you didn’t.
The wind gushed against the open doors of the ship to your left, and Bucky felt the howl of it too.
“My name is [Y/N],” you said as you tasted the blood on your lips. “And it’s been a pleasure to meet you and love you, Buck.”
Spotting familiar wings from afar, you pushed him off the door of the ship, aware of the life that awaited him after this.
You will yourself to move, the mind control fading away at every single step especially as you took your seat and manned the ship, taking a sharp turn and aiming the ship at the hangar where the underground base awaits.
Clouds had looked like mountains from where you were, and it was a good enough consolation as you abandoned the gratitude you held towards Elrich.
You thought of those inside the underground base and how all of this would be over soon and you tightened your grip on the handle as you watched the clouds from underneath while passing by.
From down below, he watched as your ship disappeared from tree to trees, headed for the base. He shut his eyes as tight as he could as if it would make it all better.
And he could only listen to the deafening booms erupting from the collapsing land from the ground he had landed on as Sam practically dragged him away.
He couldn’t hear his own voice as he called out for your name.
It’s been a pleasure to meet you and love you, Buck.
His eyes glimmered upon the distant sight of a forest fire.
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[Y/N] [Y/L/N].
That was your real name.
It was almost as if he had loved a stranger he knew with all his heart.
Bucky spent the entirety of his days the following weeks in your apartment room where fragments of where your presence had used to be a permanent resident to cope.
He finally stood up from the bed to open the fridge, knowing there was nothing there at all, but he did anyway.
He was overwhelmed by a surprise he could not determine whether or not it was a good type.
Yes, it was a good one, he decided as he picked up the box of cake with only one slice left. A sticky note that had gone cold was attached on the top of the cover.
This is all I left you. Sorry. I love you, I swear. I just love this cake more. Kidding.
Bucky chuckled, the handwriting so you.
He then put the cake into a plate to eat it in silence only to leave the plate on the counter to run his fingers on the pictures and notes on the fridge held up by cheap magnets.
Stop emptying my fridge, idiot. Buy groceries.
That night, he went out for the first time to spend all he had to get groceries and restock the fridge.
The cereals, the milk, and everything. . .
You would’ve wrapped your arms around him and jokingly teased him for taking too long to do it.
Comfort, it seemed, was still in this room and wherever else you’ve been.
And that was enough for Bucky to help him sleep a little less worse for this night, and this time, he was no longer afraid to dream of you.
His [Y/N]. And he’d listen to all the voicemails you had sent back then to lull him to sleep. . .
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Isaac
Chapter 3 - The Neighbour.
A/N | This has a little surprise for one of my favourite readers! She has literally read EVERYTHING I have written, she knows who she is! I hope you like it!
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Summary | Alana’s past comes back in the foam of Isaac...
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Word count | 2k
Warnings | 18 + Only!
Pairings | Dean x Alana (eventually).
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20 Months earlier...
Alana met Isaac at work, he was visiting his uncle when he bumped into her, spilling her coffee all over her white shirt. "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going!" he apologized quickly "you bellend! You, not me just in case there is some confusion! Luckily it wasn't hot!" She laughed, trying to make light of the situation, so he wouldn't feel so bad.
Again he apologized before she made her way back to her office.
Later that afternoon...
There was a knock on her door, "come in!" she called out not looking away from her computer. "Hi, sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you!" looking up, she saw the stranger from earlier "Oh hey! No, of course not. Can I help you?" she smiles "Is it ok to come in?" he asked with his head already poking through the gap of the door. She nods and he pushes the door open, "I felt terrible about earlier.."
"It's fine! Honestly, plus have you not heard coffee stains are in this season?!" she teases him, he chuckles "Good one! Anyhow, I asked my Uncle how you took your coffee. I'm hoping he got it right c-caffe latte with two sugars...I also took the liberty of guessing your size. This could go two ways for me, you could get really insulted and upset or I got it right. I'm hoping it's the second one!" He says before placing a takeaway coffee cup on her desk with a Chico's bag next to it.
"You didn't need to do that! Who’s your Uncle?" she quirks an eyebrow, "I felt I needed to and I hope you accept them. Uncle Louie, sorry!" he shyly smiles at her. Picking up the bag she pulls out a black floral shirt, looking at the tag he had guessed her size right "So it looks like your secret is out!" she teases him.
"I'm hoping that means I got the right size?" he looks at her hopeful, "size and style! Thank you, but I don't think I can accept these!" he frowns "I don't think it will suit me!" he cracks a joke making her laugh, she looks at the shirt "Fine! Thank you!"
"So.. do I get a fashion show?" he teases, she chuckles "ok, I'll be back in a second!" she smiles leaving him in her office.
A few minutes later she wanders back in "What do you think?" she twirls "perfect!" he whistles at her, "thanks again!" she smiles at him, noticing his blue orbs, his phone chimes "Crap, I need to get this! I guess I'll see you around!" he smiles at her as he leaves her office.
As she sits back at her desk, she looks up at the screen to find a posted note stuck to it with his name and number. She smirks at his cockiness, but instead of throwing it away she adds the number to her contacts in her phone.
The following Halloween...
"Alana Chernise Harris...will you marry me?!" he was down on one knee, she wasn't expecting this at all they had only been together ten months, but she couldn't deny she couldn't picture her life without him. "Yes! Of course I will, Isaac!" she beams as he places the ring on her finger and all of their friends erupt into a roar.
This will be the her future - Mrs. Alana Chernise Frith!
4 Months later...
"Who the fuck is she!?" she screamed at him, he couldn't lie his way out of this one. Before in the past when there were rumours, but there was never any proof, until now this time it was there in black and white. "No one! She's no one! Alana, you have to listen to me, she meant nothing to me! I promise you!"
Her blood boiled, her hands shook and her stomach was doing summer salts, she felt sick "So why?! Why would you ruin us, for no one!?" She screamed at him. "I-I don't know! I guess I was lonely! I was away from you for so long.." he hissed, "So, it's my fault for not going with you!!! If that was the case why the fuck has it been going on for six whole months!"
The blood drained from his face, realizing she knew everything, "your uncle was right! He warned me that you would hurt me, but I didn't listen!" Her eyes glass over "I'm just saying I was lonely without you!"
She picks up the coffee mug in front of her and throws it at him, he ducks and it hits the wall behind him "don't you dare blame me!" She screamed at him not believing he would cause her heartache with someone who meant nothing to him.
The front door opens Dean stands looking between the pair "sorry, I heard shouting and wanted to make sure you were ok?" his eyes drift a distraught Alana "Alana?" he softly calls over to her "can you leave!" Dean turns to leave "not you! Isaac!" Isaac looks up at her "Alana! Please!?" Isaac pleads with her.
"Leave!" She hisses through gritted teeth, "sorry, but you heard her!" Dean says with a stormy expression. Isaac looks up at Dean and back towards Alana, grabbing his coat he pushes pass Dean "Alana, I love you!" He almost whispers as he leaves.
As the door shuts behind her, she crumbles to the floor sobbing Dean runs over to try and catch her, but he's too late. Wrapping her up in his arms on the floor, he pulls her to his chest "it's ok! He's gone!" when she finally stopped sobbing she told Dean everything.
Unbeknownst to her, he had a date with Gwen that evening, while he ran her a bath, he sent a quick text to Gwen saying he had to cancel. He didn't want to leave her alone, so he slept on her sofa.
Isaac sent texts, flowers and calls, but she ignored and sent back them back and handed Louie back her engagement ring.
That was 6 months ago.
Present day...
"Alana, just avoid him! Show him what he's missing!" Lola starts to play with Alana's hair and gets to work on her makeup. "Lola! Whatcha doing!" she bats her away. "Come on, you need to look perfect!" She was over him well and truly, but she didn't want to see him again.
They head to their offices without bumping into Isaac.
Later that day...
Alana got up from her desk to grab a coffee "Alana!" she closes her eyes silently sighs before putting on her best fake smile and turns towards the familiar voice "Isaac!" she says through gritted teeth, noticing his hand linked to a familiar brunette woman "it's so good to see you!" he smiles smugly at her.
She knew exactly why he had hunted her down with the brunette.
"Yeah....!" was all she could do to reply, "so this is Ada, Ada this is Alana, my..." Alana cuts him off "his Uncles best employee! Nice to meet you Ada!" she smiles at her and Ada smiles back "nice to meet you to Alana, how long have you worked here?" She seems sweet! Looking at Isaac he doesn't seem happy the two of them are chatting "oh two and a half years! How do you know Isaac then?"
The brunette smiles brightly "we are actually engaged!" She happily tells her holding out her hand with her ring on "oh wow! Congratulations!" Looking at the ring Alana tries not to howl with laughter. The cheapskate has only gone and used the ring he gave her ten months ago!
"When did this happen?" Alana smiled at the pair "early March I think?" Ada looks to Isaac, who nods averting his eyes anywhere but connecting with Alana's. A couple of weeks after they split, when he was texting and calling her to take him back! "Six months! Wow, that's great, do you have a date set?" She asked, hoping to god she didn't say the same date "Yeah, the eighth of December at River city church!" There we have a hat-trick, ring, date and venue!
"That's great!" she smiles before sipping her coffee, "are you with anyone Alana?" Isaac finally speaks up, turning to look at him "nah, I'm test driving a few! Try before you buy right!?...Especially after the last one! I went for an impulse buy and ended up getting a worthless piece of shit! So I promised myself to look over a few first!" She could tell this hit a nerve with him.
His expression, even though he tried to hide it had soured!
"You'll find your BMW soon. I found mine a year ago!" she kisses Isaac on the cheek. That's when she realized she recognized! Maybe it took her so long because she had clothes on, unlike the nudes she sent him.
"Oh no honey! I'm aiming for a Bugatti Chiron this time! Anyway, nice to see and meet you both, but I have work to get back to! Good luck with the wedding!" She says as she moves passed them and back to her office smiling smugly.
Half an hour later...
"What the fuck was that?!" she heard his voice wailing, looking up from her computer she saw him storm to where she was sitting "pardon me?!" she hisses back. "Did you think that was funny? Belittling me in front on my fiancé?!" his hands slap against her desk, leaning over it towards her, she laughed "hey! I think you're lucky I never mentioned your name!" She leans back into her chair with a smirk, "Isaac, tell me, did you just recycle everything from our wedding day? I'll tell you what, it's a good job I didn't tell you where I saw the dress I liked she'd probably be wearing that too!"
His nostrils flared, he hung his head and muttered something she didn't quite catch. He looks up again at her, his expression had softened "I thought...getting married to her would help me get over you, but seeing you being as sassy as ever confirmed... I-I'm not over you, Alana!" his words were almost a whisper. She looked at him stunned and not sure what to say, but glad there is a desk between them.
"Isaac! I loved you more than I had ever loved anybody else, but you really hurt me! It tore me apart, but I'm a big believer in if you don't have trust, then you don't have anything!! I know there is nothing you could do to make me trust you again!" She gets up from her desk and walks over to her door, opens it and turns to him "now I would like you to leave please!"
He sighs and slowly walks over to her, his eyes pleading, "Alana please?!" he whispers, her eyes reach his "bye, Isaac!" his hands gasp the nape of her neck and he presses his lips to hers. Slowly he kisses her, she pulls away, sighing, looking down at her feet "you shouldn't have done that! You have a fiancée!" He hooks his finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to look at him "tell me that you didn't feel anything?"
She huffs because she did feel something "I felt sadness.... for what could have been and everything that was lost! You did this to us and I wish I could forgive you, but I know deep down I will be wondering if you are where you say you are. I'd be checking your phone, pockets and smelling your clothes for perfume and you will end up resenting me for it! Can you really say you won't?"
He looks at her knowing she's right, she could never trust him again and that was down to him "if I could take it back, I would!" he smiles softly at her "I know Isaac, but you can't change the past you can only change the future. So if you are just marrying her to get over me? You are only hurting yourself and her in the process!" He squeezes his eyes close before letting out a huff "bye Alana! I hope you get your Bugatti Chiron!" She laughs "and I hope you do too, Isaac!"
He chuckles, "I was too stupid and let mine crash and burn ten months ago!" He says as he leaves her office, making her laugh.
For the first time in six months she felt as if she got closure...
Chapter 4
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Presents Or Pranks?
Summary: Janus assumes his "secret admirer" is a prankster, but a familiar face proves him wrong.
Ship: Romantic Moceit (Patton x Janus)
Warnings: Stabbing mention (doesn't actually happen i swear-), pranking mention, high school, Valentine's Day(?). Tell me if I need to add anything else!
Note: Happy Valentine's Day!!! Hope you have a good day regardless of if you have a s/o or not! Also i forgot that Valentine's day wasn't on a school day this year, so ignore that cause i didn't want to rewrite it. Pretend its an AU.
Thank you to @emy-loves-you for helping me with some plot (and basically every other fic I've written)!
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If there was ever a time for Janus to develop anxiety, it would be now.
For weeks he had been wondering who kept putting letters - love letters - in his locker at least twice a week. The last letter had said to meet him here, under the bleachers on the football field, after school, on Valentine's Day.
There were two possible situations that this could turn into: One, this was a really elaborate prank and he was about to either get humiliated or stabbed, whichever came first, or two, someone who has a crush on him was about to meet him, and he would have to break their heart or make out with them.
At least if he gets attacked he can defend himself, and humiliate the stranger instead. If it was an admirer, then they would both be humiliated.
He hoped it was a prankster, because if the person was real, they seemed really sweet, and Janus didn't want to do that to them.
It's probably some straight girl who wants a bad boy. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened, but Janus was tired of explaining that he was gay to every girl he ever crossed paths with.
The letters and gifts had always been very stereotypical, like ones you would see in rom-coms and books. They usually consisted of chocolates, little poems, and pressed yellow flowers.
They were all really sweet gifts (especially the chocolates), but Janus still couldn't help but worry over who the 'admirer' was.
Janus anxiously checked his phone. The stranger was seven minutes late.
It was probably a prankster, and he was probably being filmed right now. Janus looked around, but all that was there was an empty football field.
Janus sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
Would a prankster even put this much effort into a joke? This was going on for weeks, and unless this person really hated Janus, he doubted it was a prank. As awful as that was.
Who would even have a crush on Janus, anyway? He wasn't exactly nice or pretty, he was mean and- well, he wasn't ugly, but he definitely wasn't charismatic.
His whole aesthetic was 'stay away from me', so he always wondered why that seemed to attract girls to him, until Remus enlightened him.
"They want a bad boy." Remus explained one day. "They think the idea of an angry guy with a soft spot only for them, is sexy."
"That's stupid." Janus had replied.
And it was stupid- is stupid. What kind of girl wants someone who's mean to them? Janus blamed the Twilight saga.
Janus checked his phone again. Eleven minutes late.
Janus cursed and decided to call it quits. He picked up his backpack and started walking towards the parking lot before he heard someone shouting something behind him.
He looked back towards the football field to see a short, blond, boy, running at him as fast as they could.
"W-Wait!" They yelled.
Janus waited for the short person to catch up, when they did, they put their hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath.
They looked kind of familiar, but everyone does when you go to the same highschool.
"Sorry- sorry!" The stranger looked up at him with blue eyes looking through round glasses. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I promise I didn't mean to be, but my teacher wanted to talk to me after class about my grades, and I tried to tell her I was late, but she wouldn't listen! And then my friends wanted advice about their gifts for their partners, and I got caught up! I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!"
Janus knew he should probably be listening to what the shorter boy was saying, but all his mind was thinking was that he was rather adorable.
"W-What?"
Oh, did he say that out loud?
Janus smirked. "You're adorable when you're rambling."
The boy blushed quickly. "I- u-uh- thank you?"
Janus chuckled. "So, you're the one putting those gifts in my locker?"
The blue-eyed stranger shifted on his feet. "Y-Yeah, I did. I did wanna talk to you about that! Which, is the whole reason we're here- obviously- why else would we-?" He giggled nervously. "Anyway, the reason I put those there is because...uh- I kinda- maybe sorta...like you?"
"Why?" Janus immediately asked.
"I- what?"
Janus crossed his arms. "You said you liked me, and I want to know why."
"O-Oh. I didn't expect you to- uh- ask that?"
"Well, do you have a reason, or-?"
"No- yeah! Of-of course I do...you-you want to hear it?"
"No, I just asked because I was curious." Janus answered sarcastically.
"R-Right. Yeah, okay, um- well-"
Janus smirked as he saw the shorter one fumble over his words.
"Well, over winter break? You uh- you volunteer at an animal shelter in the next town over?"
Janus' eyes widened in shock. "How did you-"
"I work there too! I do every weekend when I'm at my dad's house! Uh- anyway, I saw you there over winter break, and you were just so...soft, with the animals, and it was really cute to see you playing with kittens, and you always took the older dogs on walks because they were sad they never got adopted, ooh! And then you helped me carry some boxes in that one time 'cause no one else was, and you kinda called me pretty? I guess that part isn't as important, heh- oh my gosh I'm rambling! I'm sorry!"
Janus was shocked at how specific this guy's examples were. Then he thought about the situations again.
"You had blue hair."
The bubbly boy's face lit up. "You remember me?"
"A little. You cried when puppies got adopted."
"Can you blame me?! I loved playing with them, and I just wanted to make sure they got a good home!"
Janus outright laughed - which, if you talked to Janus' friends, they would claim that Janus only laughed when a kid fell off a bike.
"S-Sorry- I-" Janus laughed a bit more. "That was the most innocent thing I've ever heard."
The blue-clad boy pouted and crossed his arms in the least intimidating way possible.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Janus apologized while still chuckling slightly. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. A-Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that okay I'll be going now-"
"Wait." Janus said before the smaller one ran off. "What are you doing tonight?"
"O-Oh! I'm not doing anything...why?"
"The dance tonight? Would the unnamed stranger in front of me like to go?"
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself! My name's Patton!"
Janus smiled. "Alright then. Would you like to go to the dance with me, Patton?"
Patton immediately blushed more. "Oh gosh, you don't have to-"
Janus took Patton's hand in his own and brought it up to his lips. "Now why wouldn't I want to take my beautiful admirer to a nice dance?" He pressed a kiss to Patton's knuckles and watched as Patton's face turned even redder.
"I-I...y-yeah, I wanna go with you!" He squeaked out.
Janus dropped Patton's hand. "I'll see you tonight, then?"
"Y-Yeah, sure!"
Janus picked up his bag again as Patton started to gather his as well. "Oh, and, Patton?"
"Yeah?"
"I hope you know that I will have to repay you for those presents you gifted me."
Patton sputtered. "You don't have to! I just wanted to give you something-"
"Nope, too late, I've already decided." Janus started walking back towards the parking lot. "See you later, cutie!"
Thinking about the future dance, Janus decided that maybe an admirer was better than a prankster after all.
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Sorry this is so short, but I thought something was better than nothing! I hope you guys enjoyed!
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Replies: Really Long Post Edition
This took me slightly longer than I meant, sorry! I didn’t realize that the addon that adds pre-formatted text post replies doesn’t work anymore. As a result, I did this by hand, so please bear with me if there’s any inconsistencies or forgotten comments.
Post: I’ve finished the first rotation, prepared some...
@nigmos replied: your neighborhood looks really nice!!
Thank you! I can’t take credit for most of it, since I’m only responsible for the 5th gen, but I think it’s coming along really nicely :-)
@tamtam-go92 replied: Holy, 10 households, that's like a big commitment! Dx
It’s not too bad, I can get through a rotation within a few irl days. I hope to pare down the number of households for the sake of future players, though, since most people are busier than I.
@mikexx2 replied: I’m still not over Penelope having 8 kids because of an ROS prompt 😩
That’s what happened to the Ortiz family too...I think I’m content playing my gen sans-ROS for now 😳
Post: First things first, Idella leaves the main...
@elfpuddle replied: My ROS would apologize for the Ortiz home, but it’s a bitch.
Lol, no hard feelings. I think I’ll keep my distance from ROS for now, though. And triplets + quads, though I can’t say I’ve ever been tempted to install that one...
Post: Despite the romantic ambiance of Triumph Gas...
@grimbunnies replied: Like his grandmother before him, he has not chemistry with anyone and strikes out at the gas station XD
I guess it’s just as much of a family tradition as selling lemonade! Also, side note: I know Erinella typically keeps to herself, but I was shocked to discover that she’s got triple bolts with a townie that I was considering for Olivia...guess I’ll cross that one off the list.
Post: Things are pretty uneventful until our dazzling...
@grimbunnies replied: It helps that this family probably isn't hurting for money now that we're on the fifth generation.
Not in the slightest. Even after Idella left with a good 110k in her pockets, the family is still loaded.
Post: I saw that there is a new Good Genes Challenge and...
@mikexx2 replied: That blond would fit right into my townie pool!
I can upload her if you’d like!
@sushigal007 replied: How EA made Nina and Dina for TS4.
I don’t think the theory holds up: TS4 could never sculpt cheekbones this angular :-P
Post: Hunter has a mediocre date with townie Judy...
@lurking-lilibeth replied: She rocks that hair
@elfpuddle replied: She rocks all the hair I’ve seen her in! Love that sim!!
@charmandersims reblogged: Yes Judy - first sim I've seen to not look ridiculous with that hair 🤣
I was determined to use it on at least one townie. Judy rocks it, I agree!
Post: Now that we’ve finished with the main household...
@elfpuddle reblogged: I’m hoping for a much happier life for him. My ROS was cruel.
Me too. I don’t intend to micromanage, but I hope to be a good influence on him :-) I’d assign that role to Sienna, but, well, you know her. Those Kellers are cold-blooded.
@simgigglegirl replied: Keep the details please! Helps people like me that can't always stay on track how this round robin is doing.
Noted! I’ll probably do a poll once I finish posting round 1 in order to gauge the general opinion on my formatting choices. I should probably start tagging by household, for one.
Post: Ah, the Toyonaga/Winter household. Both Nicholas...
@elfpuddle reblogged: I gave them to you pregnant? Oh, goodness! This house suffered as much as Zach did in ROS. Again, I'd apologize, but it isn't my fault; dice hate me, and ROS is just a computer dice roll.
Yep, the pregnancy definitely wasn’t my doing. No need to apologize- though ROS wrought chaos on the neighborhood, the different situations it left everyone in helps to keep things interesting.
Post: I’m feeling like a pretty incompetent player at...
@sterina-sims replied: I love this, lmao. This is the same energy my game has, utter chaos! Don't feel incompetent haha
Don’t worry, when I managed to recover every sim (even the pregnant one!) from deep red needs post-fire, I changed my mind about my competence. Now I’m the #1 world’s best sims player. Do they make trophies for that? (In all seriousness, utter chaos is my preferred playstyle too. I always chicken out when I think sims are going to die, though)
Post: …the birth of Suzette Toyonaga! I intended to...
@elfpuddle reblogged: Just like Ash Huckleberry! I'm suddenly very jealous that I had no sims born during house disasters!
I can’t believe I didn’t draw that parallel! What’s next, a baby born during a burglary? An alien abduction?
Post: Not long after, Camylla and Camyron age up to...
@elfpuddle reblogged: (I have a spreadsheet with all the traits in it, if you’d like…)
Thank you! I would, that’d be very helpful. I made space for traits in my own, but of course I forgot to do the whole “filling it out” part :-/
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For the "Writers' Would You Ever..." game, if you are still doing that.
Would you ever write, hmmm, um, Sansby or Soriel? I know (at least I am pretty sure), you like both ships.
The Soriel stuff you rb'ed around Soriel Week was super cute by the way (I esp. loved renrink's stuff, esp. the one for the Unrequited (?) prompt; which was so gorgeous and got me right in the heart. The Underlust!Soreil you drew was also super cute; can always do w/ more UL!Soriel (as well as UL!Sansby).
So yeah, I know you like Soriel (I love it too). Still wanted to ask about it.
...However, I wanted to ask even more about if you would do/write Sansby (which, I know/pretty sure you like too. I love it too), because I am pretty sure in UL, Sansby was a thing (I think. Either way, I like UL Sansby a lot), but in ULR, Sans and Grillby hate each other. Why you gotta do us Sansby and/or UL Sansby fans like that, huh? Almost as bad as when Lynx japed/tricked us into thinking there might be nice, cute Soriel in Paper Trail; only for Sans to be basically trying to get info out of Toriel. Why must you both do us like this?
If you can't tell, I am not really being serious about; I mainly joking. Though, that stuff in Paper Trail did actually really get me though (loved how that conversation between Sans and Tori was written though), and Sans and Grillby hating each other in ULR does hurt my (I also find it really, really funny though. Esp. since you drew that scene with Grillby yelling at Ace to get out of his bar. Idk, I just find their whole dynamic hilalrous) Sansby and UL!Sansby loving heart. Anyway yeah, considering that. I gotta know if you write some Sansby in the future (Soriel too ofc). Also, you don't have to answer both (i.e. both Soriel and Sansby), you can just answer one or the other if you want to.
PS: I had such trouble figuring out how to do Asks. I couldn't find a way to send you an Ask if the your Tumblr was in fullscreen; I had to change and make it desktop/not fullscreen in order send this ask. It was so weird. It probably had something to do with your Tumblr's format change/new look (which, really surprised me, and took some getting used to. Esp. it being Green and not purple; though I really like both colors. And also the Underverse Ink Gif being gone; though I also like the 3 Pink Sanses (Classic, Ink, and Blue) that you have in the top right corner now though. I like the new look/format though; just took me some getting used to; since I was so used to your old look/format); hope Tumblr fixes that.
I am also guessing your new Format/look also has something to do with me able to write REALLY long asks now and apparently add images and gifs and stuff. I thought it was a mobile thing (I tried the Tumblr app, didn't find any options like that), but it looks like it is not (I am on pc now)?
Sorry, this Ask ended up quite long (if it is too long for you, you don't have to answer it, if you don't want to); I hadn't sent an Ask like this in a bit (since you were on hiatus and stuff, and I didn't want to bug you), and I ended up having a lot to say. Also, being able to send an Ask this long now in the 1st place; was just too much power for me; too much. Which reminds me! I am happy you are at least partially off hiatus! I hope you sorted things out well, and that you are doing well. :)
*cracks knuckles* alright lemmie go thru and answer this all!
As for your first question, maybe! I've never been too big on writing ship things much to begin with tbh, not because I have anything against them, but just cause I don't really get the same enjoyment out of them as I do writing self insert fics... but AU versions are fun! Not like how we have in the UT fandom but more like regular AU things, such as like an old scrapped fic i had for another fandom where the two characters were princes from opposing kingdoms but they couldn't marry because it would not benefit their families. The original show had nothing to do with that. Those are fun. So are the classic coffee shop or university AUs. So something like that for Soriel or Sansby would be fun too!
For the record though, I don't have anything against Sansby. I find it humorous that Grillby in canon literally says like nothing and yet a ship came out of Sans owing him money, but nothing against the ship. There's a lot of cute work out there with it and I could have sworn I'd reblogged some at som point? Hm. Maybe I'll just have to reblog more 👀✨
I think I may have said this a long time ago, before the rename for ULR; but Ace's role is probably one of the closest to his original character in UL, I merely added on to it and tweaked the story behind the Lust serum. Hugo and Ace did not always hate each other, in fact they were just as close as their UL counterparts at one point! But something happened that caused them to split, and the falling out didn't end well.
Also, as for the asks format changing, that's on Tumblr! They've been very glitchy and terrible on desktop. Hopefully my new theme hasn't broken them completely on top of that. It worked for me when I double-checked it, since I know a lot of people have been having issues with the update and literally everyone wants it to go back 😂 sorry you had such a struggle tho!
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L I F E • S T A G E S • C A S • C H A L L E N G E • by @someone-elsa
Create a sim in all of their life stages. Or use a sim you’ve created before and create their other life stages. Or use a sim born in game or a premade. In addition to the six life stages you can create in CAS, you can add your own (like a tween for example, also maybe they don’t even live to the elderhood?). You can write their life story if you wish or let us guess. My inspiration for this challenge.
Have fun and tag some people to try this out if you like!
Tag me @someone-elsa and use #life stages cas challenge so I can reblog your posts :)
i was tagged by the awesome @bridgeportbritt ! thank you 💗 i love these types of challenges and sorry it took me forever LOL it was so hard for me to choose who i wanted to do.
for those of you who are my Day Ones, you'll recognize the infamous MATTEO BIANCHI !!! *crowd boos*
if you don't know matteo, he was a main character in my previous story, bitten (click here). matteo is a vampire i played from teen-young adult. i decided to show his elder stage, even though he's immortal, cuz why not. he's a genius, romantic, and self-assured. he's a total jerk and, for that, we love him dearly. (aside from everyone who sent him hate mail in my asks LOL god i lived for those).
i hope you all enjoy this throwback. who knows, maybe matteo will show up again in my future gameplay. the perks of being immortal!
i tag @charey111, @acutetrashcan03, @honeybeenrw, @simlishlysucculent, @whataness, (sorry if y'all already did this and i just wasn't paying attention!!!), and whoever else wants to join in.
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Mania.5
[MASTER LIST]
[Mania Master list]
Beta: N/A
Rating: Mature 18+
Pairing: BTS OT7
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Omegaverse
Words: 1.3k
Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)
Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-).
When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn’t care. Working in his father’s electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi’s real passion is music.
One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.
Warning: is a bit of a spicy chapter, gets a little smutty at the end.
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Yoongi couldn’t lift himself off the countertop, and he definitely was too scared to move to grab his pills, he felt a wetness soaking into his underwear and it made him squirm. He reprimanded himself for not bringing the stronger dose. How did this one not work, it had yesterday. Did his body try to overpower the suppressant? Or was it because these Alphas weren’t recessive?
These Alphas were dominant with strong and delicious pheromones. It was driving him crazy. But he had to move, leave or say something before something happened. Hoseok had shut the cupboard above Yoongi’s head and went to slide past again when Yoongi heard him inhale deeply.
“You smell good,” Hoseok grinned his voice as dark as he remembered when they met. Seokjin went to grab Yoongi, but upon hearing his desperate whine, Hoseok stopped him.
“Yoongi are you in heat?” Seokjin stressed this to him, Hoseok frowned, his hands shaking as he let go of Yoongi’s arm, “Do you need to go home?”
“It’s not a heat, I just feel weird,” Yoongi said, struggling to breathe, “It’s just heavy like I can’t get up.”
“You smell like the Beach,” Hoseok muttered while walking around the island, trying to put some space between them and Yoongi’s stomach stopped churning and he straightened out. Seokjin watched Yoong, who wiped some sweat and continued working.
“Yoongi your heats are unstable?” Seokjin let out a deep sigh, Yoongi was taking another tablet and could admit he was starting to feel a little better, but the nagging feeling was still there hidden in the pit of his stomach. “We should send you home while you are somewhat stable, I can get the car?”
“Wait, I am sorry,” Yoongi muttered, “But can I stay here, I feel more relaxed”
“I understand but until your heats are under control we cannot, let you stay here” Seokjin tried to reason with him. All Yoongi felt was rejection and he didn’t turn away from his work as he subtly brushed a tear away.
Hoseok could smell the tears and growled, “You are making him cry?”
“Hoseok, this decision doesn’t affect just us, there is the whole band to think about,” Yoongi thought of the whole band and felt a pang of jealousy that Jimin was in the backroom receiving a lot of attention, love, and praise, while he was out here feeling, empty, sick and rejected.
“What if I consent,” Yoongi admitted, finishing up the wiring and attaching the new power point to the wall, he was going slow, not wanting to turn around to face them embarrassed by his own confession.
“Well your consent helps but what about our consent, your heat affects the alphas judgment too, and then what about the other Omegas in this relationship?” Seokjin said
“Fine then, what if I consent to just you Seokjin, you aren’t affected by my pheromones like the Alphas are and I am within a comfortable state that I could definitely just leave unaffected?” Yoongi asked, gathering his things and moving to the dining room, “Just a hypothetical suggestion but would you let me stay with you?”
The older Omega squirmed in his seat, Yoongi could smell his arousal. It was like a sweet fig scent that warmed into a coconut and patchouli. Yoongi thought he smelt quite green like a garden.
“If I consent to you would you let me stay?” Yoongi breathed trying to keep his calm demeanor, if he came across too needy Seokjin might send him away. It was when the door to the hall opened that Yoongi knew he was in trouble, the scents, the sounds, and the feeling it made in his stomach.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one affected, Seokjin, was producing intense pheromones and Hoseok sighed “He consented when he wasn’t in heat, remember, so it should be okay right, Yoongi?”
Yoongi who had been kneeling on the table trying to install a new fan on the roof had doubled over breathing heavily against the dark wood. He couldn’t speak because of the force of the heat pressing down on him.
“You consented while you were sober, do you still consent?” Hoseok whispered, taking his hand it was like for a second everything eased and he was fine again, like Hoseok’s very presence calmed him.
“I mean I guess,” He said, his cheeks flushing, he was never ever one to beg and yet he was on the verge of tears if he couldn’t bury his face into Hoseok’s chest and breath in his beautiful calming scent.
“I will keep you safe?” Hoseok called for Namjoon, “Hey Namjoon-ah, your mate needs you”
Namjoon walked out in boxes and Hoseok scooped Yoongi off the table, “I hate being so weak, but something about this house and everyone in it makes me comfortable.”
Hoseok smiled at Yoongi’s muttering and carried him into the main bedroom dropping him on the very large mattress next to Jimin, Yoongi was coiling in pain. “Yoongi?” Jimin called reaching for the other Omega and planting a kiss on his lips. It was wet and his hands found Yoongi’s jumpsuit undoing the buttons quickly.
In the corner of the room, Yoongi saw Namjoon undressing Seokjin and kissing his neck, making the oldest Omega cry out and fidget. Yoongi looked up at Hoseok with pleading eyes. Hoping he could help relieve him of the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Do you want me to help you little Omega?” Hoseok grinned, teasing Yoongi who turned his head away flinching at the pain in his stomach. “You won’t get anything if you don’t speak up.”
“I don’t beg.” He muttered wincing again in pain the low dose pills took the edge off but his heat was still pretty strong. “You know already”
“That’s funny, I think I remember you begging last time, you were calling out so earnestly wanting someone to come and breed you, isn’t that right little Omega?” Hoseok teased some more.
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This Week in Gundam Wing 6-12 June 2021
Here’s this week’s roundup! June 6th -12th!
Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!
~Mod Hel
(Sorry this is so late all!)
Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:
@destinysblackrose
Losing my Breath https://destinysblackrose.tumblr.com/post/653297355731435520/fic-losing-my-breath-gundam-wing-heero-x
F/M, Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian
Rated M for mature. Contains smut and angst.
Before his ‘reconnaissance mission’, Heero had been coaxing her, week after week. Waiting for her to become comfortable with this aspect of their relationship. Their last 'exchange’ gave him hope that maybe, they were getting closer.
The patience of a sniper. He used to hate it. Waiting. Watching. Aching. Breathing. Boring.
At least nothing about waiting for Relena was dull.
@lemontrash
Pride Day 5 https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/653269838365638656/pride-day-5
5 It Used to be a Different Game - 1x5 SFW - UST.
After a war and a rocky experience with ambivalent heterosexuality, Wufei is not entirely sure what to make of this situation.
@noirangetrois
Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653438898421284864/the-gundam-wing-diaries
May 8, 2000 (Monday)
Episode 46 - “Milliardo’s Decision”
May 9, 2000 (Tuesday)
Episode 47 - “Collision in Space”
Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653714468147265536/the-gundam-wing-diaries
May 10, 2000 (Wednesday)
Episode 48 - “Takeoff into Confusion”
May 11, 2000 (Thursday)
Episode 49 - “The Final Victor”
Of the Sea (Ch. 11) https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653792472043077632/of-the-sea-chapter-11-archive-of
M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy
Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November
Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?
simulacraryn
Friday, I’m in Love https://archiveofourown.org/works/31705282/chapters/78469714
F/M, Gen, Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin
Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Hangover, Alcohol Mentions, Explicit Language, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, 1995 college au, khushrenada family has more issues than a magazine, background Treize being a gremlin, unbetaed - we die like men here
[College AU, 1995] Zechs is well aware of the upcoming social obligations that come with being friends and sharing a home with a "snob". The issue is when said friendship is actually cramping his own style, then it's time to enlist his girlfriend in order to help the friend find a better coping mechanism for the upcoming activities.
@thaiteaaddict
Reincarnated As A Minor Villiainess and I Survived Past My Death Scene (Ch. 28) https://thaiteaaddict.tumblr.com/post/653740109010747392/i-reincarnated-as-a-minor-villainess-and-i
M/M, F/F, F/M, Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x Meilan, Dorothy x Relena
Full cast
Teen, AU - Fantasy, AU - Isekai, POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator
After being killed in a traffic accident, Duo wakes up in a medieval fantasy novel - except he’s woken up as one of the novel’s minor villains who was supposed to have died in a main character’s backstory. Intent on righting the wrongs of his novel counterpart, Duo sets out to change his fate and just maybe improve the relationship between himself and his estranged husband, Duke Heero Yuy. (Duo is isekai’d into the body of a novel’s villainess character and runs with it.)
@zaganthi
Catered https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653846550482665472/catered-zaganthi-caffiends-tzigane-gundam
M/M, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner
Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Blindfolds; Demisexuality; Dinner; First Kiss; Hand Feeding, GW Pride 2k21 – Day 13, Blindfolds; Day 17, foodplay
“I would like you to do a blind taste test.” Quatre sat down across from him on the cushion, smiling that serene little smile that he only used when he was up to something. He’d done stranger things. That smile made him a little paranoid, though. Anyone with the least bit of sense would be paranoid when Quatre looked like that.
“All right.”
“Thank you.” Wufei could see the smile, but he could also hear it in Quatre’s voice as he moved behind him.
Gnossienne https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653752431378890752/gnossienne-zaganthi-caffiends-perryvic
M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei
Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Aged-Up Character(s) Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Preventers (Gundam Wing); Team as Family; Domestic Bliss; Friendship; Friendship/Love; talking with exes; Double Penetration; rompy sex; Aftermath of Violence; Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery; Awareness of the trouser legs of time; Talking about Therapy; Dinner Party; Swordfighting; Enthusiastic Consent
It was as if his words constituted permission because Quatre’s smile was blinding then as was his emotional reaction - figuratively and literally because he damn well started glowing as he said in a reverent whisper “Sandrock,…”
His Gundam impossibly powered up there and then right in front of them even as Quatre literally ran towards it. This time around he really got it, he could feel Sandrock as Quatre felt him - and it was a him strangely. Just as he felt that Deathscythe was more than just metal and technology, Sandrock had a presence. How, he didn’t know but it was like seeing him reunite with a beloved family member.
Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:
@alphaikaros
https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653299730884050944/late-mermay-post
Dorothy/Quatre, fanart
https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653860625645256704
Relena/Heero, fanart
@anukisart
https://anukisart.tumblr.com/post/653291417640304640/first-anime-crush-right-here
Heero Yuy, fanart
@babygray-dam
https://babygray-dam.tumblr.com/post/653427876479303680/a-sketch-of-duo-maxwell
Duo Maxwell, fanart
@cloakandfire
https://cloakandfire.tumblr.com/post/653518473738305536/milliardo-peacecraft-lucrezia-neuenheim-noin
Millidardo Peacecraft/Zechs Merquise, fanart
@duointherain
https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/653647734686072832/a-new-duo-render-from-violet-in-tooth-and-claw-i
Duo Maxwell, render
@gundayum
https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/653389873532796928/im-just-gonna-copypasta-from-ao3-lmao-sorry
Relena & Heero, fanart
@idrawprettyboys
https://idrawprettyboys.tumblr.com/post/653393436572106753/duo-in-a-crop-top
Duo Maxwell, fanart
@twillpoint
https://twillpoint.tumblr.com/post/653752343129636864/until-next-time-afternoon-tea-booth
Duo/Quatre, fanbook
Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:
@cuteciboulette
https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653254092113723392/doujinshika-sango-show
Destiny, doujinshi
https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653344695287775232
Duo & Heero Book, doujinshi
https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653707101846306816/cuteciboulette-tsuki-no-kodomo-vol-3-full
Act 3, doujinshi
Head Canons:
@bryony-rebb
https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653352279647371264/lemontrash-bryony-rebb-bryony-rebb
Trowa & Cathy, headcanon
@lemontrash
Quotes:
@incorrectgundamwingquotes
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653552300665782272/duo-kinda-gay-to-make-a-wanted-poster-duo-why-do
Duo & Heero
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653642909168631808/duo-im-hella-fucking-tired-but-i-need-to-go-to
Duo & Quatre
Calendar Events:
@gundamzine
Rhythm Generation 2021
Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head
Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!
@gundam-wing-pride
Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq
A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts
@gwcocktailfriday
Cocktail Fridays!
Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.
Here’s the prompt for Friday, ! [starting back up next week!]
In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!
@gwshootingstars
Shooting Stars Online Convention https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653339481502564352/hey-everyone-guess-whos-back-with-a-brand-new
This has been tabled for future action.
https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653641678082752512/hi-all-thank-you-so-much-for-the-response-and
Latest news.
@oztober-rust
Welcome to Oztober Rust
We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.
Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a
@seasons-of-gundamwing
Summer Event Prompts Needed https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/652830126852177920/alright-folks
@thisweekingundamevents
Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update
If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!
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You know what I'll just write a post here again just because I need to get my feelings out about this movie while im aiding.
There are exactly 2 video games that I care about with movies coming out soon, FNAF and Borderlands. And i am (cautiously) optimistic about one of them.
And its not borderlands
First off, let's get this outta the way since it was the focal point of my now deleted reblog;
Is this going to have Hammerlock AND Wainwright, or is this a, as I have coined to myself, Rando Jakobs.
Well heres the thing. We know they aren't exactly following the lore of borderlands too tightly. We all know what happens to Roland in the second game, in which most of these characters introduced meet each other (side note, there's kreig but no maya? Crime.)
Borderlands 3 is the only game where Wainwright shows up, and it seems like they are really following a Borderlands/Borderlands 2 timeline. But that doesn't mean its impossible. He is a fairly important character in terms of being the heir to/actual CEO to the gun company.
I think something i failed to mention as a possibility in my list was the possibility of a love interest or something for Hammerlock that isn't Wainwright (he obviously has had boyfriends before him). Its unlikely but I wouldn't put it past a movie like this so I thought I'd briefly mention a "don't do this unnecessary thing, movie"
Secondly I cannot believe Dutch "bitchass" Van Der Linde's VA is Marcus in this movie.
Like I think that his VA is incredibly talented but...I just hate dutch. But I trust the VA to get the job done of making a kind of terrible character come to life.
I guess the question that everyone is avoiding is what is this movie's plot actually going to play out like? Here's two synopses I found;
"These unlikely heroes must battle alien monsters and dangerous bandits to find and protect the missing girl, who may hold the key to unimaginable power. The fate of the universe could be in their hands—but they'll be fighting for something more: each other."
“Borderlands is set in the distant future in which four ‘Vault Hunters’ travel to the distant planet Pandora to hunt down an alien vault rumored to contain advanced alien technology. The hunters find themselves battling the local wildlife and bandit population, but ultimately attempt to stop the head of a private corporation army from reaching the vault first. (Cate) Blanchett will take on the role of Lilith, one of the main protagonists from the game series who is part of the Siren class, a group of women with incredible powers. "
Well what the hell does that mean? It seems that this "private corporation" is supposed to be 'Atlas' who is
This guy.
Which would make it actually a lot cooler for Wainwright to be in the movie because, well he seems like the exact opposite of what this guy seems to be. I digress.
But it seems like just bl2 but Atlas enemies instead of hyperion right? "Protect a missing girl" and "a private corporation army"? While I appreciate a lack of Jack so far (see my list's line of "man's dead, move on"), I do hope its not some bl2 knockoff thing and actually tries to be its own thing.
So is this movie going to be any good? Well I hate to judge things before they release, so I'll refrain from commenting too much. But im not as optimistic for it as I am for other movies.
Feel free to add any points or thoughts you have too!
#borderlands#borderlands 3#bl3#wainwright jakobs#alistair hammerlock#borderlands spoilers#bl2#borderlands 2#borderlands movie#tw swearing#long post
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Drew Stars Around My Scars
Hello, hey, hi there. It’s raining, I’ve already lost track of the number of times I’ve listened to Taylor Swift’s new album and haven’t written anything in weeks. Until now! Thanks, Taylor Swift. And @optomisticgirl who reblogged this post a few days ago from @initiala about how Killian holding Emma in 3x22 isn’t just that he’s trying to comfort her, but he’s trying to make sure she didn’t disappear.
Which, like...ok, cool. Anyway, I have thought about this for far too long now and started slamming on keys when the kittens weren’t sitting on my laptop and here’s like 4.1K that may or may not make sense, but at least includes some scathing opinions of Back to the Future. Also, thanks to @shireness-says for always being like...yeah, I want to read that.
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She sniffles.
She can’t seem to stop.
Tears stream down Emma’s face without much thought because thinking too much is a daunting obstacle that she can’t even begin to consider yet. Or ever. Definitely ever. Another sniffle, this one actually making her cough somehow, which is a bodily reaction she was not aware she was capable of.
Until right now.
When everything seems to be falling apart around her.
God, she hates time travel. And magic. And evil queens. And parents who can’t recognize her. She supposes she should give them a pass. For a variety of reasons, least of all the magic that’s cloaking both her and Kill—no, that’s not right. Hook. Captain Hook. He’s Captain Hook and she’s still not a princess, but the dancing was almost nice and he hadn’t even slowed down before he was drawing his sword and the jacket spin was something even her muddled thoughts have been able to cling to, so—
He’d held onto her while her mother burned. Tightly. Almost too much.
Emma nearly trips over a tree root.
“Shit,” she breathes, pressing the pads of her fingers into damp cheeks. Her dress is too long. Maybe she’ll mention that to Rumplestilskin later.
Once they get home.
Back to Storybrooke. Those are not interchangeable words. None of this is interchangeable.
Even the trees around Emma look different than the ones she only vaguely remembers from her last jaunt through the Enchanted Forest, taller and a little more imposing, like they’re also aware that she’s one good sniffle away from falling off the metaphorical edge.
Directly into a chasm without magic or parents and she didn’t even get to talk to Mary—
“Nope,” Emma says entirely to herself. So, it seems insanity is looming just a bit closer than she realized. “Not here.”
Or ever. There’s that phrase again. Two words, technically.
Two words probably don’t constitute a phrase.
What does she know, she didn’t graduate college. Or high school, technically.
“Literally,” Emma mumbles, and it’s almost impressive how that one word still manages to sound as loud as it does. As if it’s bouncing off the sides of those same tall and decidedly imposing trees. “Literally didn't graduate high school.”
Something snaps behind her.
There are far too many twigs on this forest floor.
Spinning on the balls of her feet, Emma’s hands fly up, only one of her wrists cracking in the process, and it’s difficult to make out the face moving towards her, but the set of his shoulders is exactly the same as always and that cannot possibly have any deeper meaning.
“Swan?”
“God, fuck what are you—” Emma is out of breath. That’s absurd. And a rather unfair commentary on her lungs ability to function. She’s had something of a day, after all. Running a hand over her face, she does her best to retain her higher brain functions, but that’s admittedly difficult when there’s moonlight gleaming from the point of Killian’s sword.
Captain Hook.
Captain. Hook.
Maybe the state of her lungs is partially his fault. He really held on very tightly.
“What are you doing out here?” Emma manages to get out, once she’s taken another pitiful breath. She hopes her lips don’t start to chap. There’s probably not an easy remedy for that in the goddamn Enchanted Forest.
Hook gapes at her.
She grits her teeth. And regrets the state of her knees. They keep wobbling under her, traitors to her emotional cause and the state of several body parts aside from her obviously failing lungs. Whatever’s happening in the general vicinity of her heart seems unstable.
Erratic, even.
“Making sure you’re alright,” Hook says like it’s obvious, and it almost is. Almost. What another piece of garbage word. “You’ve been—” Shaking his head once, the ends of his hair don’t move as much as normal, and Emma flinches when he sheaths his sword. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.”
Emma is going to lie. She is. Has every intention of letting the word fine pass through her lips, but those lips open without any sound coming out at all and Hook’s eyebrows jump.
“Thank you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thank you,” Emma repeats, finally giving into the urge of her knees and, if nothing else, the length of this dress makes it easier to sit on one of these overly large tree roots. Hook’s eyebrows don’t move. “Should have, uh—should have mentioned that before, probably.”
“Thanking me?”
“What part of this is confusing for you?”
“Quite a bit, in fact,” he admits, and he doesn’t sit, but he also doesn’t look away from her and Emma is pleasantly surprised to find she almost sort of likes it. Almost. Again.
Letting out a breath that she wishes sounded more like a laugh than it does, Emma’s tongue darts out. “Shit, that..well, that sucks, doesn’t it?” His eyes widen. “That’s not a euphemism,” Emma adds. “Just out of place slang.”
“You might have to be more specific, love.”
“That’s fair. I—ok, stuff sucking is...well, it just means that stuff is...not great. Like right now, you know...things are—” She shrugs. And tries to smile. It fails spectacularly.
Emma sniffles again.
“Not great?” Hook ventures, and he has to readjust his sword to sit next to her.
“Less than ideal.”
“You’ve been gone for nearly half an hour. I was worried something had happened.”
“Hence the sword.”
“Never want to be too careful. And you’re—”
“—At least capable of still punching people,” Emma argues, not sure why she’s doing that exactly, but it feels like a matter of pride at this point. She exhales loudly. “But, uh...it’s nice that you came out here. I’m sorry that you had to do that too.”
They both hear the words for what they aren’t — vast and a little overwhelming, and time travel is so overrated. Emma can’t believe what a popular fictional trope it is. Snow White was never supposed to die. The ends of Hook’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t actually smile, and that’s actually nice and maybe that’s her biggest issue.
Everything about him has been so goddamn nice.
He was much better at dancing than she expected him to be.
And he keeps following her. She doesn’t mind that.
Might even—
No. Not now. Not yet. Or ever. Again. God.
“It’s not a problem, love.”
Emma swallows. Nods. Tries not to fall over that ledge. “I just...needed some time to think, I guess. Is that dramatic?”
“No. And suggesting it sucks does have a certain charm to it.”
“And you know all about charming, don’t you?”
His left eyebrow arches. Some things never change, she supposes. Emma focuses on that. And not how she’s fairly certain she can feel waves of heat rolling off him, even with the few inches between them. Possibly a foot. She’s not great at estimating measurements.
Or much else, it seems.
That’s a far too depressing thought, though.
“I believe I’ll leave that particular moniker to others in the party,” Hook says softly, sitting down. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“Which part?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“That one crossed realms, huh?”
“Some sayings know no bounds,” Hook smirks, and whatever sound Emma makes at that is even closer to a laugh than the last one. She takes that as a positive. “None of this is your fault.”
“Practice that a few more times and it might sound more legitimate.”
“Swan, that’s—”
“—No, no, no,” Emma objects, not standing up, but she shakes her head quickly enough that strands of hair slap at either one of her cheeks. A few of them stick there. Probably because of the tears she can’t seem to stop. “All of this is my fault. I—I should have waited for help with the portal and everything I’ve done here has only made it worse and—” Another sigh, dragging her hand over her cheek. “—Fuck Marty McFly. And Doc Brown. It was so weird that they were friends, why didn’t anyone ever explain that?”
“Did they not?”
“No, not once. We were just supposed to accept that Marty met some senior citizen inventor guy who was more than willing to steal dangerous chemicals—”
“—And he wasn’t a wizard?”
“No, he wasn’t a wizard. No magic in the real world.” Or me, Emma thinks bitterly, but that’s not going to help the situation anymore than her current rambling, and she can’t seem to stop rambling. “But Marty and Doc hung out all the time. And Jennifer didn’t even think it was weird.”
“Who is Jennifer, exactly?”
“Marty’s girlfriend, I guess, but it always seemed like they were just starting to date at the beginning of the movie and then they got married. Just like that. You think they went to the same college or something? Like once Marty left—shit I can’t remember the name of the town.”
Hook hums, a sound Emma can’t actually cling to any more than she can hold the one positive thing that has happened to her in the last twenty-four hours in her hands. It is not lost on her that both of them have to do with the man sitting next to her.
Or how quickly his fingers keep fluttering over the hilt of his sword.
“How far do you think we are from Aurora and Philip’s...land?” Emma asks. “Is that the right way to say that? Did they have a land?”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is kingdom.”
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Should have known that.”
“That’s not your fault either.”
“You’re really harping.”
“Playing a symphony, it seems.”
She laughs. She does. It’s not that loud, and there’s a distinctly watery edge to it, the muscles in Emma’s face aching when she manages to smile, but she’s having a difficult time coming to terms with the dexterity of Killian’s eyebrows and her hand moves before she thinks about it.
The metal is cool under her skin, a smooth surface that she can drag her thumb across. Which is exactly what she does, an attempt to ground herself and remind her that she’s still here when she isn’t entirely positive she’s supposed to be.
Hook doesn’t move. Might not breathe, if the state state of his shoulders is any indication and Emma hadn’t realized she was in possession of so many opinions regarding Captain Hook’s shoulders. Or her ability to recognize them.
No matter what, it seems.
“While it may appear that I know everything—”
“—Ok, I never said that.”
Hook’s smirk grows more pronounced. “I was in Neverland for quite some time, and the boundaries of some of the Enchanted Forest kingdoms changed in the last hundred or so years. But,” he adds when Emma opens her mouth again, “we’re more than a stone’s throw from the land Aurora should be ruling. At least several days' travel.”
“God, that’s confusing. And did all these kingdoms have separate laws and everything? Who came up with that? Seems like a garbage way to rule.”
“I believe you’d have to file a complaint with several different monarchies for that, love.”
Emma scoffs. “It’s quieter here than it was in Neverland, though.”
“Most places are.”
“Colder too. I hate the cold. I’m always—can’t ever seem to get warm and my toes are always freezing, it’s...I’m a notorious blanket thief.”
“Pirate of sorts, huh?”
He grins as he says it and part of Emma wants to scream. Stand up and run, as fast as her feet and far-too-long hem allow. But that part is also smaller than usual, and she’s all too aware of the state her knees are in. “Something like that,” Emma agrees. “When I was a kid I used to live in this place. Snowed for months at a time and I—I hated it. Wanted to be anywhere else. Kept trying to find somewhere that was warm, sunny. Like that would chase away the shadows.”
Hook is disarmingly quiet.
And Emma can’t shut up.
“But then I got some place where it never snows and it wasn’t what I thought it’d be. Dry heat, you know?”
He shakes his head. That’s fair. Pirates with several-hundred years of experience under their belts should not be expected to understand meteorological cliches.
“Anyway,” Emma mumbles, “it wasn’t what I expected or thought was supposed to happen and—” She scrunches her nose. Hook waits. Presumably for the rest of the sentence, but it doesn’t come and she finds it difficult to breathe again when he starts talking.
“Sunlight always seemed better on the sea. Would reflect off the surf. Could see the entire horizon if you wanted to.”
“And did you?”
Hook nods. “As often as I could. Even when I was lad. My father used to bring my brother and I—” This might be their best and least organized conversation. Gritting his teeth, his shoulders shift when he inhales sharply. “These stars are different from Neverland’s.”
“Really? Weird.”
“Mmhm, made navigating something of a challenge.”
“But you’re here now, right?”
“Presently, you mean?”
Another head shake. More moving hair and unmoving fingers. Emma’s knuckles are white around the hook, holding it like a lifeline and she might have to spend the rest of her life thanking him for this.
It’s not as daunting a prospect as it should be.
“I mean past you is here,” Emma says, “in the Enchanted Forest. Doing pirate type things and offering Mary—” Her tongue gets in the way. As disgusting a thought as that is, Emma knows it’s better than thinking about what is actually happening, feeling as if her throat is collapsing in on itself while her heart does its best to beat its way out of her chest. “Shit.”
Killian shuffles closer, not stopping until his knee bumps hers. “That happened from time to time. Leaving Neverland, doing jobs for—”
“—Pan?”
“Sometimes. He couldn't leave the island, you see. Not without losing the magic as well. Jolly’s crew was his only option. Although we always managed to stay here longer than he wanted us to.”
“Well, pirates hate rules, don’t they?”
“I believe that’s in the bylaws, aye.”
She’s got absolutely no idea what sound that one is. Shaky and a little wobbly and some dark, half-forgotten part of Emma’s brain believes it’s drifting close to giggle territory. That can’t be right. She can’t giggle while she’s still crying.
The bylaws of the Universe probably frown on that.
“Is that how you wound up with Cora, then? Stuck around longer and got a good deal?”
Nothing.
No answer. No jokes. Certainly nothing even remotely resembling a giggle.
Just the muscle in Hook’s temple, jumping rhythmically and consistently and Emma really does try to stay patient. Her sniffling makes that difficult.
“Something like that,” Killian repeats evasively, staring straight ahead like he can see through the trees. Maybe he can. What does Emma know. Some pirates probably have to have good eyesight. Make up for the eye patches and whatnot.
She nods. No one asked a question. “Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Ok,” Emma echoes, “you’re a real shit liar and I’m real great at telling when you’re lying, but—”
“—Me specifically?”
Yes. The answer is yes, but she doesn’t give voice to that either and maybe she should be writing all these things down. The things she’s not saying.
Should say.
Emma can’t believe she time traveled and didn’t even get to talk to her mother.
And that’s the first time she’s really allowed herself to think of Snow White as her mother.
“Super power,” Emma continues, waving her free hand towards her temple. Her other one is still clinging to his hook. “But that’s fine. You didn’t pry, so I won’t pry, I just—” Collapsing throats, she imagines, are supposed to hurt more than this does. This doesn’t hurt, per se, just feels passably uncomfortable, like there’s a wad of cotton in her mouth, making it difficult to say anything and Emma is so bad at saying anything, but Killian is staring at her and—
Killian.
She lets herself call him Killian. In her head, at least .
“I can’t come up with anything else to say except thank you,” Emma whispers.
“You don’t have to.”
“Still.”
“You’re welcome,” Killian says, and maybe words carry more weight in the past. By default.
“Can I ask you something, though?”
He tenses. Noticeably. It’s another round of fair and understandable, Emma’s teeth finding her lower lip until she tastes blood. Another reminder that she’s still here. With her fingers wrapped around Captain Hook’s—
No, that’s not right. Captain Hook did not follow her into a time vortex. Or ask her to dance. Or wear the fuck out of that jacket. Although that last one could use a bit more work, at least when it comes to sentence structure.
The point still stands.
Captain Hook didn’t do any of that.
Killian Jones did.
And he—
“When we were watching everything in the castle and Regina was you know…” Killian lips go thin. Emma might be staring at his lips. Past him had been a very good kisser as well. Maybe she’ll mention that at some point. After this. “Well, I just,” she stammers, “I was terrified, for my mom and my dad and even Ruby—God, is that her name here?”
“Introduced herself as Red when Snow White sent her.”
“Weird.”
“Perhaps the best word for the entire situation.”
“Or shitty.”
“Aye that too,” he smiles, which is not weird. At least not as weird as it should be. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Emma breathes, not exactly the explicit truth, but at least several steps without moving. “I—you have very strong arms.”
“A compliment?”
“An observation.”
Killian chuckles, and this hair really is unfortunate. Normally, that one bit that Emma has come to regard as her own personal torture device would artfully fall across his forehead, a metaphorical arrow towards eyes that always seem to get brighter when they’re looking at her.
As they often are.
But while the hair is different, the distracting tendencies of his tongue are the same. The tip of it finds the corner of his mouth, a soft push on the inside of his cheek, and Emma’s not keeping a list — at least not acknowledging her want of a list — but the tongue thing is definitely one of Killian’s most telling tells.
Seriously, her sentence structure sucks.
“Although,” Emma adds, “it wasn’t that bad.”
HIs tongue goes back in his mouth. She’s got to stop thinking about his tongue.
“No?”
“No,” she says. “It was...nice.”
So, off the top of her head, she needs to fix — sentences, her grasp of the English language, her tendency to repeat herself, and finding better adjectives for emotionally charged moments.
Possibly.
Emma still hasn’t called him Killian to his face, after all.
“What did you think was going to happen?”
No tongue, but an obviously tight jaw makes Emma’s stomach jump into her still-collapsed throat. “Like I said, love. I wasn’t sure. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
The lie feels like it reaches out, smacks her across the face and then backhands her for good measure. It leaves Emma’s cheeks tingling and something tugs at the base of her spine. Not magic, because she still doesn’t have magic, but maybe magic adjacent, like a memory or hints of a dream that keep lingering at the edges of everything, and she promised.
She doesn’t push. She doesn’t prod.
She doesn’t pry.
And Killian has to move his sword again when he gets back to his feet. “We’ve got a fire going, if you’d like to warm up.”
“Yeah, ok. Thanks.”
Emma doesn’t let go of the hook, keeps her fingers curled around it as they move back through the trees and neither one of them stumble, a very small, but much needed victory because—
Well, everything kind of continues to suck.
At least for a little while.
Snow White isn’t dead, but she’s a bug, and then she’s not a bug and Emma has no idea where Ruby goes. She’s too busy worried about this nameless woman and wielding a branch gets her another laugh and a smile she’s going to think about for at least seventy-two hours straight. Then there are trolls, and tears of the less-pained variety. Rumplestilskin continues to be any forest’s biggest asshole, and there’s magic and another round of crying and—
Emma runs.
Sprinting across Storybrooke, she ignores the ringing phone in her pocket, determined to hug her parents and hold her kid with her own display of impressive upper body strength.
And it gets better, less suck-like, at least. Food and smiles and the way her mother’s hand feels when it rests on top of Emma’s.
Until she’s sitting — tucked into the corner of a booth with her own face staring at her from the pages of Henry’s storybook and Emma can’t quite recognize the person there. The happiness on her face feels like...well, a story. A good one, but something that she can’t believe was hers or is hers or could be hers and she’s got to add tenses to that list she only kind of remembers.
Glancing around, the muscles in her neck object to the stress she’s putting them under, because time travel is awful and exhaustion is starting to creep its way up her spine.
“Looking for someone?” her mother asks, and Emma’s lips pop.
That’s it.
She understands. Fucking goddamn finally.
Emma might nod. Or shake her head. It doesn’t really matter.
There are no words. No explanations. Just clamoring back to her feet, the bottoms of her boots sticking to the linoleum near the door because one of the dwarves definitely spilled punch at some point and—
His head snaps up as soon as the door closes behind her.
“So, do you think Rumplestilskin is right?” Emma asks, dropping into one of the wrought-iron chairs at the table Killian has commandeered. Pirate term. “I’m in the book now. He said everything, besides our little adventure, would go back to normal. Do you think that it is?”
“He’s right. Otherwise I’d remember that damned bar wench I kissed.”
She smiles. Wide and honest and easier than anything has ever been. And Killian doesn’t flinch when she teases him, like that’s something Emma is allowed to do, but she figures once she uses his name and once they start making out like teenagers it’s fine, and this is her favorite kiss.
By far.
No sounds, no rum, nothing except the feel of his fingers in her hair and her knees bumping against his and she tries to claw her way into his space, a burst of colors behind her closed eyes that she knows is magic and him and them, a collective unit that—
“You came out here,” Killian murmurs, the words barely making their way through the haze of Emma’s post-makeout brain.
She bumps her nose against his. “Turnabout and all that. I...I didn’t want you to be by yourself. And I had a thought.”
“Which was?”
“Did you think I was going to disappear? When Regina tried to kill my mom. I—you said you didn’t know what would happen, but that wasn’t—”
“—Super power, huh?”
“Not cool to interrupt when I’m theorizing.”
“Well, you don’t like being cool, do you, Swan?”
Her smile is going to get stuck on her face. That’s...nice. “Was that what it was?”
“The thought had crossed my mind, aye.”
“Smart guy.”
“High praise.”
“I’m an official princess now. In the book and everything, so favors from me hold a certain weight, don’t you think?”
He smirks. She tries to memorize it. Every shift of his mouth, the spark in his eye and slight scrunch of his nose, what might be a few freckles there or a trick of the dim lights above them.
Emma’s skin feels like it’s vibrating.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to keep saying that, Swan.”
“Yeah, I know, but—I didn’t think about disappearing, but I did think about wanting something to hold onto and that’s...thank you.”
It’s not enough. Not really, but even the concept of holding her tight enough to ensure that she didn’t disappear in some fairy tale realm is a lot for Emma to wrap her mind around, so she’s going to give herself a pass on this one.
And kiss him instead.
Kissing Killian is quickly climbing to the top of a brand-new list of Emma’s favorite things. In every known realm. His tongue swipes her lips and she opens her mouth at the same time her eyes fall shut again, a tilt of her head and bump of their chins, and it’s not easy to deal with all of their assorted limbs at this angle, but that just ensures that this is a bit slower and softer and something that is, quite obviously, the start.
Because she came after him this time.
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