#i just woke up from a nap that was supposed to fix my migraine and it did not so here we are
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The King of Spades
Summary: Janus and Spade have an actual discussion.
A/N: Requested by DorkSpader on AO3
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Date Archived: April 4, X
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“You’re not Logan! Who are you?”
“I can’t afford to have you running around and ruining things.”
“Dee!”
. . . . . .
Janus came in and out of consciousness while he was trapped in his own staff. Which he didn’t even know had been possible.
Being awake, he felt every second and tried to escape. He couldn’t see or feel but he could hear. The deceitful Side was locked behind a glass case and there was nothing he could use to either break the cane or rip off whatever was adhering him to the cane.
Being asleep was blissful. He felt nothing, and it relieved every migraine he felt while being conscious. At this point whenever he woke up, he tried to get back to that unconscious state, but each time he woke up it was getting harder.
Janus only knew that Orange and Remus were nearby. Orange because of the ticking of the metronome, which only gave Janus more of a migraine when he was conscious. And Remus because Spade had told him. A worry while conscious was that he couldn’t feel or hear Remus. It was just Spade, one of the Suits walking in to talk with him, and Orange’s incessant ticking!
The deceitful Side was unconscious when he was jarred back to wakefulness. He actually felt something, in that he was shaken before he felt the rush of air into his lungs and a sensation of feeling at his fingertips.
It was so reliving and so overwhelming that it stunned Janus long enough for Spade to tighten magic chains, binding Janus to a chair in the center of an enchanted circle that kept him from shapeshifting.
“Enjoy your nap?” Spade’s distorted voice greeted him.
Janus hissed at Spade, his spit turning venomous in his anger.
Spade just laughed at him, waving his hand and the chain glowed before giving Janus a warning jolt of electricity. It hurt, but nowhere enough to kill him.
Janus was reflexively coughing when it was done as Spade walked back to his desk. The Side looked up at his kidnapper, “What do you want? I would already be dead if you meant to kill me.”
“You are right on that count,” Spade answered. “You are far more useful to me alive, than dead.”
“And what use do I have for you then?” Janus hissed.
Spade was watching him as he spoke, the mask keeping Janus from getting a read on his mood.
“You’ve made things exceedingly difficult for me,” Spade commented instead of directly answering. “But that’s alright, you didn’t know. I’m here to fix it.”
Janus fell silent at that. There were too many variables. Too much he didn’t know about the situation. He couldn’t see a door. He didn’t know where the other Dark Sides were. Even if Orange had tried to kill Logan, he had left all of them alone for months, he didn’t deserve to be left behind.
Once he was confident in his tone, Janus asked, “Where’s the Duke?”
“Oh, Remus?” Spade corrected and he walked around Janus. The deceitful Side saw a tall, thin, glass cabinet with three items in it: a ticking metronome, his cane, and Remus’s belt buckle.
He also saw a door. Janus didn’t know where it led to, or if it was just a closet, but it was a door!
Spade took out the buckle and closed the cabinet door. He slowly, too slowly, walked back and held the buckle in front of Janus. “I wouldn’t worry about your boyfriend, he’s sleeping. Took a bit to get him to go to sleep, but I figured it would be better. That you would appreciate it.”
“Why would I appreciate anything you do?” Janus dared.
The Suit waved his hand and chains shot out of the floor and ceiling to suspend Remus’s buckle right in front of Janus’s face. “Because I could torture him in front of you. I know the Duke has a high tolerance for pain, I even know that he finds personal pleasure in it. But I could wake him up, I could show him things and do things to him that he would not enjoy. Things he wouldn’t find pleasure in.”
“Enough!” Janus cried out, trying to keep a tone of desperation out of his voice. He could envision Remus’s peacefully sleeping face in his mind. “You haven’t told me what you want.”
Spade took the buckle out of its hold, but kept it in his hands. “I’m going to say some words, and you are going to answer them, I don’t care if you’re being truthful or not, my scans and readings will give me the answer I want anyways.”
Janus looked at the buckle in his hand and swallowed his barbed comment. “Fine.”
“Excellent,” Spade praised, the word almost feeling like a slap across his face. “Now what color is the sky?”
The deceitful Side wanted this person dead. “Blue.”
“That was a little bit of a muddied question,” Spade remarked. “Your birthday is February 3?”
“No,” Janus lied.
Spade seemed to hum noncommittally.
“Your name is Janus.” Spade’s head tilted to the left ever so slightly.
“No.” Janus felt distinctly like he was being mentally picked apart.
“Who would you say is the most powerful Side?” Spade asked. “Not in terms of leadership skills or the power that Patton and Roman have to make the public love them. I mean raw, magical potential. Which is it?”
Red flags went up in Janus’s mind. He managed a sly smile. “I am. My illusions are unparalleled.”
The Suit’s fingers started tapping dangerously on Remus’s buckle. “You and I know that’s not true. Remus is Remus, and Orange squanders his magic on his own laziness and apathy. So it leaves the other four. Is it Patton’s infectious empathy? Roman’s sense of imagination? Virgil’s fear powers? Or did you all lie to Logan and tell him his superpower was his intelligence and not something more powerful?”
“The others have no drive to make their powers any stronger,” Janus reminded. The answer lodged in his throat, and he desperately hoped it would stay there, or he could figuratively swallow it down further from Spade’s insidious grasp. “They’re not willing to do what it takes to make themselves stronger.”
Spade observed him for a bit, the tapping on the buckle stopping.
“I suppose you are right on that front,” Spade allowed, walking back to the case and putting Remus’s buckle back inside.
Janus held in his sigh of relief. None of them were safe yet. Spade took the staff out.
“Deceit is quite the interesting title,” Spade walked back to stand in front of him. “Did you come up with it yourself?”
“Of course,” Janus answered, “really rolls off the tongue.”
“Of course,” Spade parroted. Then he leaned close to Janus’s human side ear, as if to whisper a secret. “I already know it’s Virgil.”
Before the alarm could set in, the flat of his staff was pressed to Janus’s back and with a flash of magic Janus was gone and the chains cascaded to the ground with a loud CLINK.
Spade quickly applied some tape with some writing around the pole of the staff and then casually placed it back in its case.
The cabinet gave an angry shake, for a bit as Spade walked over to his computer and turned onto a news feed and began looking for recent stories of the Sides. In the first one he found was of Patton. The Side was talking energetically to some reporter as Virgil hid behind him.
Spade was watching news streams of the Sides as he was working on one of his many projects. In the background he had a program analyzing everything the Sides did. Virgil was the hardest for the program to read since he tended to use the other Sides or his hood as a protective shield. So Spade had to go in and personally take those notes.
The only sounds that accompanied the streams was the clatter of the glass cabinet, the ticking of a metronome, and a light hiss of a solder iron.
End of Sequence
Conclusion: Janus is easier to bait than predicted.
#Superhero AU#Masks and Maladies#House of Cards shorts#Thomas Sanders#Janus Sanders#the Spade#♠️#Deemus#kidnapping#tw: kidnapping#interrogation#local gremlin exploited for interrogation purposes#magic
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Against All Odds, Part Two
Pairing: James Whitmore x Lillie Jones
Word Count: 2.4K
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It was close to two week since James and Lillie had last seen each other and their date was fast approaching. Lillie was frustrated because James wouldn’t give any clues as to where he was Taking Lillie and wouldn’t even tell her what sort of outfit to wear. The only thing he would respond anytime she asked was “I’ve got it handled.” which frustrated her to no end. But finally the day rolled around and she was awoken by her doorbell ringing early in the morning. Luckily she was already up, so she raced to the door and opened it to be greeted by the mail man delivering her post along with a fancy looking box. Curious and having a feeling the box was from James, she thanked the mail man and hurriedly headed inside to her living room, tossing the letters aside and opening the box. Inside she gasped as she pulled out a beautiful silk blue gown, and peered inside to see some glittery white silver high heels and a note.
Taking a deep breath she read the note aloud. “Hey Lillie. I hope you’re excited for our date. This is the outfit I’d like for you to wear tonight and accessories with those cute butterfly earrings and necklace you were wearing the other day in your video you posted. I look forward to seeing you later, enjoy your morning. James x”
Lillie delicately placed the heels and dress back in the box and ran to her room placing it on her bed for later, then hurried back to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast before getting ready and going for a run. Today was going to be a good day and nobody was going to bring her down. Not even snooty paparazzo who just wanted to make her look awful. She’s Lillie Rose Jones and she will take the day by storm.
She ran two laps of her block before heading back inside and taking a well earned shower. She then ordered a light lunch to be delivered to her house whilst she caught up on the admin side of her work. Her accountant had recently fallen ill and Lillie had insisted that she took the time off to recover. It was a good job Lillie left school with an A* in math, because if she hadn’t she would be struggling right now. Just as she finished juggling the books, her phone rang and lit up with James’ name on the screen.
“James, hey!”
“Hey stranger.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Sappy.”
“Hey!”
The two laughed before Lillie let out a tired sigh and a yawn.
“Are you okay?” James asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been going through my books. My accountant’s fallen ill and I don’t have anyone else who can do it. I guess I just forgot how tiring it is.” she chuckled as she yawned again.
“Are you going to be okay for our date?”
“I am. I was just about to go and take a 2 hour nap then get up and ready.”
“Lillie. It’s 2pm, our reservation is for 8pm.”
“Exactly. A 2 hour nap will take me to 4pm, 30 minutes to wake up and freshen up takes us to 4:30pm. 2 hours to get ready takes us to 6:30pm. And then, I’m just waiting on you.”
James chuckled. “I forgot how organized you are.”
“You forgot?! Oh you’ll pay for that!” Lillie laughed.
“Will I now?” James teased.
“You will. As punishment. I’m not turning up for our date!” Lillie huffed playfully down the phone as she took some milk from the fridge.
“Hey! That’s not fair! You can’t forfeit our date just because I forgot how organized you are!”
“Can too!” Lillie protested.
“You’d break my heart over my error?”
“Aw James, of course I wouldn’t. I’m just playing with you.”
“Well it wasn’t very fun.” James replied and Lillie giggled as she could hear the pout in his voice.
“Oh stop pouting, you big baby.”
“What?! How-”
Lillie just laughed. The two shared a few more words before Lillie hung up and headed to her room for her nap. Before they knew it, the time for their date had come around and James found himself on Lillie’s doorstep taking a deep breath and fixing his suit before reaching out and ringing her doorbell which caused her to suddenly freak out from inside. She steadied her breath and put a smile on her face as she opened the door. James looked at her and his jaw dropped as he took in how stunning she looked.
“Hey.” Lillie said nervously as she stepped forwards to give him a hug.
“H-hey. You look um… wow.” James blushed.
He marveled at her beauty for a while longer before taking her hand and walking back to the car with her holding onto his arm.
“Where are we going?” Lillie asked as the door was closed behind them.
“Now why would I tell you that and ruin the surprise Miss. Jones?”
“Because you like me just enough to do so.”
“I like you more than enough to do so. But, I have restraint. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You’re seriously no fun when you’re like this James.” Lillie huffed as she crossed her arms.
“Oh come on. You can seriously look cute in a dress whilst pouting.”
“I’m doing it aren’t I?”
“Very well. Yes. But you won’t get me to crack. Can I offer you some alcohol-free champagne?” James asked, motioning to the center console.
“You got alcohol-free champagne just for me?”
“Well I wouldn’t be a very good date if I tried to make you drink actual alcohol, knowing you’ve switched to non alcoholic drinks. Which by the way. The organizers at The Met Gala should have told you it was alcoholic alcohol you were drinking the other night.”
“It was?! Ugh. No wonder I overslept and woke up with a killer migraine.” Lillie complained as James handed her a glass.
The journey to where James had made their reservation passed by quicker than expected and soon, James was helping Lillie step out of the car and they walked into a lovely restaurant together hand in hand.
“I hope tonight is to your liking.” James said nervously as the waiter walked away after handing them their menus to browse over.
“As long as you’re here. I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Lillie smiled.
James smiled back and took a sip of his drink.
“What are you getting as your starter?” Lillie asked.
“Hmm. I’m not sure.”
“I think I’m going to go with the bruschetta.”
“Mmmm. I’ll take that too. What about the main course.”
“The pork belly, with apple purée and sprouting broccoli.”
“Good shout. I’m going to go with the smoked salmon and rice I think.”
“Nice.”
“Dessert?”
“Can we share it?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Then could I request the chocolate cake with a forest fruit coulis?”
“You certainly can.” James smiled and they placed their menus on the table and James placed their order and they waited patiently for the food to come out.
They enjoyed their starter as it came and then waited excitedly for their main courses.
“So tell me… What was life for the elusive James Whitmore before stardom?”
James chuckled and took a sip of his wine. “Well. It was a regular life. I was at college, taking a major in agriculture and a minor in sociology. I was clueless, didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with my life, started posting short video clips on my social media just for fun. Then I decided why not make longer videos? Eventually, I was picked up for modeling by Dior and haven’t looked back since.” He smiled and took another sip of wine, then looked at Lillie through curious, narrowed eyes. “What about you? What was life like for pre-famed Lillie Jones?”
Lillie chuckled and subtly avoided his gaze, saved by the waiter coming over with their main courses.
“One pork belly and one smoked salmon?”
“Ah yes. The pork belly would be mine and the fish would be his.” Lillie told the waiter with a polite smile and she placed them in the correct places.
“Enjoy.” she smiled with a slight curtsey before turning and heading over to another table.
“Thank you.” Lillie said after her before turning her attention back to her food on the table.
“So?” James questioned as he cut into his fish.
“So…?” Lillie asked
“You still need to answer my question.”
“Oh. Right. Of course. Um.. well you see, the thing is.. Before all this. I couldn’t afford to go to college so I was there on a scholarship. But there was this guy that I angered somehow. It must have been through winning a mock debate in a lecture one day because I didn’t interact with him outside of the class. Long story short, I never got my law degree because he pulled a series of pranks that always led back to me being the culprit and I got kicked from the college. My dream is to one day go back to college and gain my law degree and go on to be a lawyer as I’ve always wanted to be.”
James listened intently, furrowing his brow and clenching his jaw at the mention of some guy he didn’t even know, being a douche to Lillie for no valid reason. Lillie clocked it and felt butterflies form in the pit of her stomach before she took a deep breath and a bite of her pork belly.
“So let me get this straight. You were put into a mock debate situation, I’m guessing to show what skills you already possessed and what could use work, and some douchebag idiot done everything he could to get you thrown out of the college because you won the debate?”
“Pretty much, and I was there on scholarship so I’m sure that didn’t help my case.”
James scoffed and shook his head as he chewed another bite of his fish before his expression turned thoughtful. “I suppose in some ways I should thank him though.”
“How so?”
“Well… If he hadn't done that, we may never have met.”
“I guess there’s some truth to that.” Lillie nodded thoughtfully.
They finished the rest of their meal and drinks in a bubbly atmosphere before they split the check and paid for everything. As they stepped outside, James offered Lillie his hand.
“May I? I thought we could take a slow walk back to your place.”
Lillie smiled brightly as she placed her hand in James’ lightly. It was the first time she had been on a date like this with someone who acted like a decent human being. Her past experiences had been going to a club and ending up entangled with the person by the end of the night, waking up the next morning with deep regrets and breaking things off two months later. Granted this had only happened 5 or 6 times, but that didn’t mean the experience was any less horrific in value. As they walked side by side, Lillie smiled up at James who turned his head and smiled back at her just as softly. They took their time, taking in the full beauty of New York in the night time and the stars overhead, basking in each other’s presence and just simply being. There wasn’t a word that needed to be said, they just walked in a comfortable silence, hand in hand as they headed back towards Lillie’s place. At some point Lillie shivered, despite wearing a faux fur coat that she owned, which paired with the dress James got her perfectly. Noticing the slight shiver, James wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her closer to share his body heat with her and she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, eyes starting to feel heavy. Though she didn’t mind as they weren’t far from her house now. When they arrived there, they faced each other on the porch.
“Did you want to come in for a nightcap before you leave?” Lillie asked hopefully.
“Do you want me to?” James questioned back with his brow slightly raised.
“Me wanting you to or not shouldn’t be what you base your decision on mister.” she giggled and playfully jabbed his side with her finger.
“Hey!” he laughed tiredly, stifling a yawn.
“You could always come in and stay the night in my guest room. It contains a bed dressed up in only the finest silk.”
James gave her a sly smile. “Just admit you don’t want my presence to leave yet already.” he teased.
Lillie giggled. “So what if that holds some truth? Could you blame me?”
“Honestly? Not really. No.” James laughed richly.
“So… are you coming in?” Lillie asked
“...yeah.” James smiled and Lillie unlocked the door, stepping inside with James following closely behind her and closing the door before joining her in the kitchen.
“What can I get you?” she asked, finding a couple of glasses and filling her own with water.
“I think I’ll join you in having water. I found the wine a bit too….”
“Drying?” Lillie asked, finishing his sentence with a smile as she passed him a glass of water too.
“Exactly that.” James responded and took a long swig of his drink, sighing happily.
The two stayed up for a little while longer before they started yawning uncontrollably.
“Let me show you to your room.” Lillie smiled, stopping along the way to grab some fresh towels from the laundry cupboard along the way. She then stopped outside of a door, keying in a code to unlock it.
“I have a coded door? Fancy.” James commented.
“Yeah, well I’m sure you’re aware of the time I got robbed whilst I was away at a New York Fashion Week last year.”
“Yeah… I’m sorry that happened to you, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
James offered a comforting smile and followed her into the room.
“There’s an en suite if you prefer to shower before bed, and if you need to leave the room at any point, the code is written down on a piece of paper in that top drawer there.” Lillie said, smiling.
“Thank you. Oh and Lillie?” James said, gently grabbing her wrist
“Yeah.” replied spinning to face him.
“Goodnight.” he smiled.
Lillie stepped in closer and kissed his cheek sweetly. “Goodnight James.” she smiled before heading out, closing the door behind. James sat on the bed and listened as her footsteps echoed down the hallway before they stopped and he heard a door open and close.
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A/N: I had currently only planned two parts for this AU. But, I’m wondering if you guys would be interested in me making it a multi-part AU or just adding one more part to round it off. I just want to give you all something that’s different and doesn’t contain Choices characters. Comment and let me know, or let me know in your reblogs (if you choose to reblog that is).
#not choices#love sick interactive game#love sick lillie jones#love sick james whitmore#love sick vampire ball#vampire ball au#james whitmore x mc#james whitmore x lillie jones
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Adam Cole Imagine
@thebutterflygirl16
Today had been a day from hell. i woke up with a migraine, and somehow managed to survive an 8 hour shift where some of the other employees had forced me to over work myself. making me feel 10 times worse. When it was finally time to go home, i couldn’t wait to curl up in bed and take a nap.
When i pulled into the driveway and saw Adam’s car, i smiled. knowing that he would happily cuddle with me until i felt better. i walked in the front door, to see a shirtless Adam sitting on the couch playing video games
“hey babe”
he turns around and smiles. “hey gorgeous” he says
i gently kiss him, before he returned his attention to the tv. i walked to our room to change out of my work uniform and into my pajamas. i had just finished changing when Adam walked into our room.
“long day?” he asks
“i just don’t feel good”
“what’s wrong baby” he asks
“I've had a migraine all day”
“did you eat and drink enough?” he asks
“all I've eaten today was some skittles, and i had a bottle of water”
he looks at me concerned ”babe you need to eat more than that, and keep yourself hydrated” he says
“i just wasn’t hungry, and i didn’t have much time to eat”
“what do you want and i’ll fix you lunch” he says
“i’m not really hungry”
“please baby girl eat something for me?” he says giving me those puppy dog eyes
“fine, i’ll go make something”
“nope you’re going to sit at the counter, and let me make you lunch” he says
“you don’t have to”
“but i want to” he says taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen
he makes me sit at the island and watch him.
“so babe what sounds good?” he asks
“how about PB & J” i suggest
he smiles “i knew you were going to say that” he says
“i’m just that predictable huh”
“but i wouldn’t have you any other way” he says handing me the sandwich, some pretzels and water.
“alright love, eat your lunch then we can cuddle” he says
“thank you babe”
“no need to thank me love, i’m just doing my job and taking care of you” he says
he watches me to make sure i eat every bite. even though my stomach hurt i pushed through. once i finished eating, he took my dishes and put them in the dish washer.
“now can we cuddle?” i ask
“here drink some more water, and take this” he says handing me some of my migraine pills.
i quickly took the medication, thankful he remembered i had it.
“now we can cuddle” he says taking the empty cup and placing it in the sink. he leads me to our room, he gets in on his side of the bed, and pats the empty spot next to him. i climb into the bed beside him, laying my head on his chest as he wraps his arm tightly around me. gently playing with my hair, running his fingers through it and kissing my temple, neck and shoulder. anything so i would know he was there and i was safe.
i hadn’t realized i had fallen asleep until i woke up to an empty bed, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. i walked into the kitchen to be greeted by a shirtless Adam.
“hey gorgeous feeling any better?” he asks
i shake my head. “what’s all this?” i ask looking around to see he had set up candles, and rose petals scattered all over the table.
“ well i was going to take you out tonight, but since you didn’t feel well, i decided to have a nice date at home” he says
“need any help?”
“nope, dinner will be ready in 5 minutes” he says
“good, enough time for me to change”
“no need babe” he says
“but i’m in my pjs”
“and you look as gorgeous as ever” he says
“i feel under dressed for this date”
“it’s not supposed to be fancy love, this is a comfy romantic date” he says
“you’re the best”
he smiles. “honestly i didn’t feel like dressing up tonight, its too hot outside” he says
“i noticed, no shirt, and only wearing basketball shorts”
“but you haven’t taken your eyes off me since you walked in” he says
i could feel myself start to blush.
“don't worry babe, i thinks its cute” he says
“well, there’s an incredibly hot guy standing in front of me with little clothes on, what am i supposed to do”
he laughs. “now you know how i feel every time you walk in the room”
“so what did you make for dinner?” i ask
“it felt like a pizza kind of night, so after we eat, i’m gonna kick you butt in street fighter” he says
“oh you’re on babe”
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BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]
New? Read here! Then here!
Chapter 9: Hurricane Katrina? More Like Hurricane Tortilla!
Wish I were thriving in this whole situation by now but it’s been two weeks of dorming and I want my mommy to make my lunches. But I’m just droning on and counting down the days until I can go home.
-Thursday, Hero class-
“...And since Iida-kun isn’t going to be in the Sports Festival” sensei turned toward me “You may sit out of this activity.”
“Can I go to the dorms?”
“No”
“Can I go to the nurse?”
Sensei sighed stressfully “Sure, but you’re not allowed to leave campus!”
I start to hover myself and my school bag “Yay! Later bitches!” I cried out weakly before leaving to the nurses office. I’ve been meaning to go to the nurse but I’ve just been so swamped with all my school work that I hardly have the time!
“Oh? What brings you to my office Iwata?” asked Nurse Eri when I walked in.
I set myself down and sighed “Honestly, I feel like I’ve been ran over by a bulldozer.”
“Come take a seat here” she points at an empty cot “Have you been sleeping enough? Drinking enough water? Diet changes?”
I think about it as she was taking my temperature “Oh jeez, I haven’t been doing any of those things, my diet has defiantly changed.”
She checks my eyes “You are showing signs of fatigue, hmm” she gets up to get something out of her files “Okay, when was your last depressive episode?”
“Uhhhh, not sure” I wasn’t sure since I’m also losing track of the days “a week ago?”
She scribbled something on her clipboard “Okay...When was the last migraine?”
“Never had a migraine” That I did know, but why that question?
“Good to hear....mood swings?”
“None”
“..Rate your quality of sleep 1-5, 5 being the best.”
“A 2.75, I don’t sleep more than 5 hours a night in a weekday” I added because I know they’d want an elaboration “On weekends I try to sleep more but at best I get 6 hours. Occasionally I get a nap.”
“Is this your dorm sleep schedule?” she asked looking up from her writing.
“Yes, at home I get more sleep.”
She puts her pen into her coat pocket “I have to say that, without going into other parts of this sheet, but it seems like you’re experiencing burn-out.”
I watch her get the head sensors “Burn-out?”
“It happens to everyone but it’s dangerous for telekinesis users” she said flipping on the machine “Instead of dampering your powers, it enhances them at a deadly rate.” The machine starts to blip “It looks like you aren’t in the danger zone yet, thankfully. What’s the biggest stress factor now that you’re away from home?”
I sneered “More like, what isn’t a stress factor!” I paused a moment to think of a serious answer “I’d say the workload. Being in two programs is double the homework and I barely get them done in time. Second would be the whole cooking myself food for the day, AND BEFORE YOU SAY JUST EAT SCHOOL FOOD, I’m picky.”
Eri sighed and put her clipboard down “Look, I’m probably not supposed to say this, but that’s what I was afraid of.” She made sure nobody was in the doorway “You’re the first student in this school that’s doing dual program enrollment and they don’t know how to adjust for your needs.”
That was unexpected “What do you mean?”
“The school is just winging it with your education, BUT with this apparent stress ailment with your quirk, we can lessen your workload and other parts of your daily routine” She explained “They have too.”
“Is it because of my mom?” I asked seeing how that’s usually the case.
“In a way, she was the first telekinesis user to attend this school and her needs alone had the school district change the way they do accommodations” They reached for the clip board “And that’s on top of being a donor and credible alumni, the school bends to her will when she isn’t happy with something. She cares so much about youth in hero education because of her experience.” A smile spread on her face “You know, your mom solved a case that involved my abuser when I was a child. If it wasn’t for her, I’d still be under heavy security and not realize my purpose or go to hero school. She paid for my schooling actually! So I’m incredibly thankful for her, wish she’d let us publicly praise her but she declines. There isn’t enough words or gifts in the world that can express how gracious I am, so the best I can do is serve others like she’d serve them.”
“I didn’t know she did all that for you” I was moved by her words “Did you think that you’d be treating her children?”
She stopped her scribbling “No, I always thought you’d lead different lives. But I guess even she didn’t know that it was going to be like this.”
Leaning back into the cot to rest my head “Mind if I just nap here?”
“You may, I’ll make sure you wake up when school lets out.”
I drift to sleep, but it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. Somehow I got this very vivid nightmare of fire everywhere and this tall figure grabbing me by the neck, chanting ‘We could’ve ruled this place together!’ and every-time was more distorted. The deranged eyes froze me and gasping for air, but then a sound like a gunshot rang out that woke me up. I sat up quickly and checked myself to make sure I was okay and that I just had a nightmare. By then it was after school, so I just left. The whole walk to the dorm had me thinking if I seen that thing in my nightmare. One would remember something so terrifying! Or maybe it’s a prediction and I’m gonna get hit with deja vu later?
“Hey, what do you want for dinner?” ask Beizu as I entered the room “It’s my turn to cook.”
“Oh uhhh hamburg steak?” I answered, taking off my uniform “I believe we have enough meat for everyone.”
“That might actually work” he said, getting up from his bed “What are you going to do?”
I give a sigh “Do homework and try to sleep early for once.”
Beizu left the room and I was left alone with my mountain of work. Upon finishing the easy stuff, I glanced over to the calendar... oh shit, my birthday is this weekend! How could I forget my own birthday?! I’m turning 17. No plans or (lets be real) time to do anything to celebrate. Wack! Wonder what my mom did on that day her 3rd year? It’s a good hour until dinner, I have time to do a little snooping. Beizu did say the cube had improvements done, so here it goes!
The room changes into her candy colored aesthetic, and on a bean bag chair was a young Mr Hitoshi and Mom.
“Mmm Hitoshi~” she softly moaned, eyes closed “I wish you could stay longer.”
“It’s almost lights out” He said checking his phone “I’m sure it won’t be a problem if I’m a little late. I’m getting “tutored” by the prettiest and smartest girl in school~”
“Shut up!” Mom playfully hits him “You flatter me too much.”
“It’s true, don’t blame me that I compliment you every chance I get” He holds her tighter “Everyone wants a piece of you but I feel so blessed that I have the entire world that’s you.”
She turns red and nuzzles herself into his chest “If you say so, I love you.”
“You’re amazing kitty~”
Her expression changed to disappointed “Hitoshi, can you just call me by my name?”
“Hm? You don’t like kitty?” he asked, looking down at his chest
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I just prefer if you’d call me Ita” she looked back at him “Please?”
“Or do you prefer I call you my baby~”
She crinkled her nose “No, just Ita.”
“Aw but I want to call you something special, how about... Love~”
“Ita”
“Babe~”
“Ita”
“My cheeto puff~”
“Creative, but just call me Ita”
“I GOT IT! How about, My world~”
She had enough and just teleported him away. Leaving her slumped on the bean bag chair, she fixed herself so she was sitting properly on it, looking up.
She exhaled “What am I doing?” she said to herself “I wish you’d love me Tenya, I’d be so happy” she closed her eyes “If only I would cross the line and just get the rejection part over with.”
The hologram fizzled out and I was left with those emotions. Mom wasn’t happy with Mr Hitoshi, so why stick it out? I wanted to tell her that my dad does love her and to leave Hitoshi, as if I don’t know the outcome already. She was like me, lost and wanted to get things over with to get to the good part. Wish I had people wanting a piece of me like that, then I’d know who’s interested.
-Fast forward to Summer break-
I’ma keep it real chief, nothing interesting happens because it’s just me suffering for weeks at a time and wondering how I’m not collapsing out of exhaustion. Birthday sucked, sports festival was just quirk olympics, I finally figured out how to use most weaponry and Beizu improved the device so now it has pause and fast forward buttons.
But it’s June, I’m just chillin’ until I have to start training for the showcase. We’re hosting a summer bash and I’m on snack duty!
“How the hell did my mom navigate around here in the heat?!” I whined, wiping the sweat off my face “And why is the nearest market on the other side of downtown?!”
“Stop your whining! I thought you wanted to go out” Beizu barked at me “Because you wanted to get things ahead of time.”
“Don’t mock me, I know what I said” I groaned as we crossed the street “Come to think of it, I haven’t been here since that one time I was with Gon in drag. Never really got to see everything here.”
“Oh yea huh? That felt like it was last year” he chuckled “but if you can bear the heat a little more, we can look around.”
We visited the candy store aunty Mimi won’t stop raving about. Then to the organic body store my mom gets all of her skin care from. Some other stores that were fairly new but for the most part, from what my mom recalls, most of the downtown area is the same from when she was at UA. We even dropped in the cafe that my parents had their ‘first date’ at...whatever that means.
“I expected this place to be more packed” Beizu pointed at the wall near the register “they pride themselves to be your mom’s favorite and that your dad loves the berry tart from here. They have their pictures up there for crying out loud!”
“I dunno, maybe it’s a slow day today?” I sipped my iced latte “It’s like, 2pm. Pretty sure everyone would be wanting lunch, not cafe sweets.”
Beizu shrugged as he took a sip of his drink “That makes sense...wonder what your parents meant by ‘first date’.”
I chortle “It’s probably something dumb like they so happened to be here at the same time and just hung out” I thought about it more “Or maybe my dad invited her to some coffee just to get to know her better? He did say he liked her way before she realized her feelings.”
“Then would this be a date?” Beizu joked.
“Depends, are you going to ghost me after graduation and later confess your undying love to me on a beach years from now?” I rolled my eyes and laughed “I’m joking, you wouldn’t hold back something like that, not for that long.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, like, you know what you want and you go for it. If you liked somebody, you’d tell them and not get all flustered. If you wanted something done, you’d do it yourself.” I look at him “You don’t overthink your actions or words, I admire that about you. Wish I could be as confident but I’m just a functioning mess.”
“Iwa, I don’t think you’re a mess” Beizu reassured me “You’re wicked talented and never give up on anything! I could never do dual enrollment, let alone be in A class hero and intel!” He put his hand on mine “And, for what it’s worth, you’re an amazing friend. I can’t think of anyone in the world that could compare, who’d go along with my ideas or go through life’s firsts.”
I look at our hands and turned mine to hold his “If you put it like that, then we’re a team” I squeezed his hand slightly “can’t break a pair if they’re like us.”
He looked away quickly “Hold up, I’m blushing” he cleared his throat “That was cute, what the fuck Iwa.”
“That good? Damn, I should write that one down” I took out my phone to write that down “swear I’m not even trying to be suave!”
“What would you say if you were being suave?” asked Beizu, still coming down from his blushing.
“Well, I guess I would do one of these” I prop my head up with my other hand on the table “Oye amor~ besitos for my one and only, then hit them with one of these.” I brought their hand up to my face for a kiss “Then say, Lets save the intimate kiss for behind closed doors~ I can’t have everyone looking at you when I express my love onto you~”
Beizu was frozen in place, redder than ever “That’s lethal Iwa!” He fanned himself “I feel like I read smut past my bedtime, where did you pick up on that?”
“My mom baby talks to my dad when she wants a kiss” I recall from my youth “He says he doesn’t like the baby talk but he blushes like crazy and gives into temptation to kiss her. Basically my mom takes control with the romantic shit, my dad tries and my mom just goes along with it.”
“I learned that my dad took the lead with the romantic stuff” Beizu added “The device showed the times he’d be tired but still give affection to my mom. He’s such a kiss ass to her” he laughed “Did everything for her around the house, basically a house husband when mom had to go to work on his off days. He even built that swing set in the backyard of my house!” his tone changed “He knew I was in my mom’s tummy before he died, prepped the house and everything even though I was months away from being born. Watching him fix up my room made me feel like he really wanted me and excited to be a dad.” He looked at me “I can only hope that if I become a dad, I’ll experience that same level of excitement.”
“Whatchu mean if you become a dad?!” I hyped “You will be a dad! Of course you will! I can already see them kids with pink hair and twisty bodies running around with toy tools and shit, yelling that they gonna fix things just like daddy.”
Beizu smiled again “You really think so? Will you be there with me?”
“Duh, them kids need friends! I’ll bring my kids and they’ll be friends just like we were” I fantasied, still holding his hand “Can you imagine all those mixed quirks? Our partners are going to hate us for being so chaotic natured! OH imagine if one of our kids marry and making us legally family? How crazy would that be?!”
“I do like the sound of that” Beizu shifted his gaze “Dang this place is starting to get packed!”
I turn around to see the line going out the door “Oh shit, we should zoot then” I got up and felt Beizu’s hand gripping mine “Hmm?”
“Can we hold hands the rest of the way to the market?”
I didn’t think much of this “Sure, but you carry the basket when we get there.”
“Deal” he agreed happily as we left the cafe.
We didn’t take long at the market, I always keep my focus when food shopping. Mom always liked taking me food shopping because I don’t ask for things and remind her to get things like rice and eggs. For being very chaotic natured, grocery shopping is the one thing that I refuse to fuck up! Lili gets distracted and lost in the freezer section, Tensei fights to push the cart and Hanaka will either throw a fit to sit with the food in the cart or will beg for things...after a while, it was just me and mom going food shopping because it was stress free. Thank God that I stuck to those good habits because Beizu is someone that doesn’t check brands before buying something. Wonder if this is how dad feels when things aren’t orderly? Wait, that gives me an idea!
Back at the dorms, I borrow the device and head to Gon’s dorm.
“Iida-kun?! What brings you to my dorm?”
“Gon, I need to borrow your room for like, 20 minutes” I asked up front “I need to check something.”
Gon crossed his arms “Well what’s in it for me?”
“I’ll give you this bag of hot cheetos and Ingenium endorsed canned orange juice” I held out the offer.
“Take as much time as you need!” Gon was wide eyed and took the offer “I’ll be in the commons room, snacking.”
I close the door and lock it, and just in case, I pulled the drapes and stuffed a blanket under the door. I had to see what my dad did when he was denying feelings for my mom. After a few weird moments that I glimpsed into, I finally ran into a scene that made me question things. The date was near the end of the term their 3rd year...
“...I was just wondering if you’d like to come to the carnival?” asked Ita
“...yea let me just get my shoes-” responded Tenya, reaching for their shoes
“Cool! I got my little squad of you, Mimi, Jin, Hitoshi ready to go and-”
“Wait, it’s not just us?”
“Well, no, I wanted to go as a group so I can have one last high school memory with yall before I leave to take my exam in 2 days”
“Then I won’t go if Shinso is going too”
“Why? What’s wrong?” she got suspicious “you’ve been distant lately, did something happen?”
“It’s just that” he tightened his fists “you’ve been hiding things from me like you don’t trust me! How can you call me your friend, chosen family, if you don’t tell me everything?!”
“What are you talking about?!”
“About you and Shinso moving in together!” he raised his voice “do you not trust me with that?”
Now that was some hot tea! Dad raising his voice?! He never got that loud with us, no matter how rowdy we got.
“Well, then maybe we shouldn’t be friends!” he exploded whatever he had pent up.
“Tenya what are you-”
“Put some respect on my name! Last name to address me Palma-san!” he loomed over her with anger in his eyes, clearly not himself.
“Let’s talk this out, please tell me what’s wrong” she pleaded “this isn’t like you and I’m scared, talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to be said here!” he turned to finish packing “leave or I’ll throw you out.”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong!”
“You’ve always been the disobedient one” he picked her up, opened his door and tossed her out like rag doll before slamming his door closed.
I gasped at the sight of my dad having the audacity to not only yell at my mom but to physically throw her out of the room and slam the door. It made my blood boil in anger, how dare he hurt the one person that loved him?! Over her moving in with Mr Hitoshi?! He could’ve easily confessed to her and solved everything! Why did mom forgive this and still married him? If I were mom, I’d fight back and never talk to him again. The hologram fizzled away and that calmed me down to remember that my dad isn’t like that anymore. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t show anger, this was a bad memory that changed the way he treated my mom. I guess even dad had some traumas under that seemingly perfect image. I put everything back the room was before I left.
“Iida-kun! Where are you going?” asked Kage-san “Come join us for game night!”
“Yea! We could use someone to even out the teams” said Gon, sweating over the hot cheetos “Please? You can bring your friend too.”
“I, uhhh, have to go to my dorm for the day” I held up my phone to go along with my excuse “Class rep has summoned me for kitchen duty.”
They waved me off without further questions, which was relieving because I didn’t want to explain why I was there or what I saw. I ran to my dorm to tell Beizu what I found.
“BEI HOLY FUCK!”
He sat up from his bed “What? What did you see?!”
I explained what I saw “...like, I don’t get it! Mom unknowingly wound up a love triangle where my dad and mom clearly loved each other and better for each other. And my mom didn’t like Mr Hitoshi all that much but still went as far as living with him after graduation!”
“That is quite the drama that your dad started” Beizu pulled up his phone “But check this out, in your dad’s file, about 3 days after that date you saw” He held out his phone to show me “Your dad got into a fist fight during school hours with Mr Hitoshi. And the tea about that is that the school pardoned it because this was their first offense and graduation was a few days away to really have an affect.”
I look intensely at the proof “No way! Dad threw the first punch too?! This was serious business, but why couldn’t anyone say anything?!”
“Maybe it was different times” Beizu locked his phone “They were in this war with that villain group. Your mom probably didn’t want to get in your dad’s way, he did have an image to maintain for his family, and she was just a foreigner. There wasn’t time to admit the truth and she just went with Mr Hitoshi as something more realistic?”
“But this is my mom, she’d never settle!” I flop on the bed “You’d never hide things from me, right?”
“Never” He laid next to me.
“You’d point things out if I’m being dumb right?”
He rested his head on my chest “Of course!”
“Good, just making sure” I put my hand on his head “I’d hate to repeat what my parents did.”
“That won’t happen, I promise” Beizu looked up at me “I’d never leave your side.”
“It’s what I look forward to the most” I smile “a future with you, no matter what happens.”
This little moment calmed me down. Being roommates was the best decision ever!
FAST FORWARD TO THE AGENT DISPLAY....not much happened between, just better mental health and getting my agent license I guess? OH! I got a reduction in workload! If I had training in my agent courses, I don’t have to do hero training unless I feel like I can take on the workload that day. And thats on top of getting weekly homework from the hero course instead of daily work. Thank you mom for being so powerful that the school bends to your will without saying anything!
“Hey you killed it out there Iwa!” cried out the class rep as I took off my visor in the changing room “The spectators were in awe of that little flight trick.”
“Not gonna lie, thought I was gonna fuck it up” I wiped the sweat off me “I’ve been holding in a nasty fart the whole time.”
“Ew should I leave?” She gagged as she back away from me.
“Naw, I farted in the wing on my way here” I admitted “I strongly suggest not going that way.”
“YO I THINK SOMETHING DIED IN THE WING!” screamed one of our classmates that ran in “How are you guys not throwing up?! The smell is awful!”
The class rep narrowed her eyes at me “You disgust me, I came here to ask you out for some boba but you’re just another fart boy!”
“I DIDN’T WANT TO FART DURING MY DISPLAY!” I stressed my logic “I’m less confident when I fart in front of people.”
“It’s true” Beizu said, walking out of the bathroom “But what do I know, I’m just a fart boy, huh Gee-san?!”
“Both of you are disgusting fart boys with pretty faces!” huffed the class rep “I’m leaving to the stands! Formation time is in 10 minutes!” She walked out and started gagging loudly.
Come the stage part, I didn’t place in the top or anything, but I got my agent number! It’s 88, and that’s what everyone is going address me as when I’m in the field. None of my family came to see me but that’s a given, theres some shit going down in the real world. Mom feels bad for not coming but I told her that it was okay. I know how important these cases are for her to solve, plus it sort of feels like the reality of all children of agents and heroes, of course your parent isn’t always going to be there for school events! But back to me, I get swarmed with questions from agencies about my quirks and my other combat skills. It got me excited for this part of the training, the internship! Mom told me that she had a hard time choosing since basically every agency gave her an offer. Wonder if it’s going to be the same for me?
-Monday after the agent display, Homeroom-
“Okay, I’m passing back your offers” announced sensei after taking roll “No pressure, but I’ll need your decision by Thursday morning. Also don’t feel bad about the amount of offers your other classmates get in comparison” He stopped at my desk and plopped a dictionary thick packet “Think of it as having an easier time choosing.”
“Wow, that’s thiccc with three c’s!” Beizu commented “Gonna crack that thing open at lunch?”
“Yuh, I didn’t know that many agencies were in attendance that day” I said, feeling the weight of the packet “Didn’t think I was that impressive.”
I spent most of my free time that day reading through the offers, but one stuck out to me. Before I went to bed, I saw an offer from the agency Deku works at. They gave me the offer on the basis of “The order of Sir Nighteye”....What the fuck does that mean?! I’m gonna take it but do they have to be that cryptic?!
-Chapter 9, End-
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When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) Part 35
Hi everyone! You know how I’ve had the warning of getting pretty dark? We’re here, folks.
Plot: When you inadvertently become a witness to a murder and are suddenly a target for death, it takes a specially skilled soldier and his team to keep you and your family safe.
This will eventually be a is a reader x Bucky fic. The reader, by the way, is a civilian. No super powers, no fighting skills, and by no means perfect.
Word count: 3792
Warnings:
For the entire work: Language (I have a potty mouth), violence, and angst. This will probably get pretty dark later on, and there will be smut. If that’s not your thing, you may want to avoid this story.
Additional warnings specific to this part: Mention of dogs/mauling, implied threats of assault/rape, brief mention of suicide, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of parent/child separation If I need to add anything else, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. If you don’t want me to publish the ask, I won’t, or you can feel free to do it as a Nonnie. I will not take offense to any trigger warning requests. Your well-being is important to me and I do NOT want to trigger anyone.
***I do not own any of the lyrics/music in this story, so please don’t sue me for using them***
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Previously on WEMtbB:
Mikhail stands as you walk past, striding toward the dresser so you can put your necklace on; it makes you feel like Bucky’s somehow with you. “Please, lisich… um… miss… Mr. Krakken would like for you to eat and drink.”
“Why?” You don’t bother hiding the resentment leaking from your voice. What’s the point?
“It’s been days! You’ve been supplemented by IV, but you need to eat. Please!” He almost sounds panicked.
You’re almost afraid to ask, but you have to know. “What’s the date?”
“It is the third of January.”
Oh God. You’ve been gone for a full week.
You take a deep breath to quell your panic at the loss of days, but you can’t help the way your eyes dart around the room, looking for something, anything, to make you feel sane and safe. It’s only then that you notice the dull glint of another black metal choker; it’s mostly hidden behind the collar of his button-down shirt, but from what you can see, it’s identical to the one around your neck. “Mikhail…” you murmur as you gesture to your throat, all hostility now gone from your voice, “you’re not here by choice either, are you?”
He looks down for a long moment before meeting your eyes. “No. My father is a Bratva Pakhan, and made some unwise business decisions that negatively impacted Mr. Krakken. As recompense, Mr. Krakken told my father that either his life was forfeit, or that of one of his sons. My father decided that I would be the sacrificial lamb, as it were.”
Mikhail’s confession takes you by surprise.
“I thought I was going to die; I really was not expecting that this would be the outcome. I suppose it turned out this way because Mr. Krakken realized that my father wouldn’t be all that upset over my death; he would actually be much more distressed about the thought of one of his sons working for Mr. Krakken. So here I am.” He pauses for a moment before fixing his eyes on something behind you. “It is my greatest privilege and pleasure to serve the Krakken brothers.” There’s nothing at all convincing about his declaration. There’s no inflection in his voice at all – in fact, it sounds rehearsed. Did he just say that for the benefit of those watching through the camera?
“I’m so sorry,” you murmur after a long moment.
He lifts his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “It is not so bad.”
You feel an unexpected surge of compassion for Mikhail. How could it be ‘not so bad?’ What has he been through that makes it seem like this is okay?
“Please,” he gestures again to the food and effectively changes the subject, “eat.”
You plop down on the chair with a heavy sigh. “You’ll be hurt if I don’t, won’t you.” You don’t bother framing it as a question; it doesn’t take much imagination to know it’s possible with these men.
He avoids your eyes as he almost imperceptibly nods. “I, uh, I have been assigned as your personal attendant. It is my responsibility to make sure you are well.”
“Okay. I’ll eat,” you softly concede. Despite how long it’s been, you have no appetite but there’s no need for anyone to be hurt on your behalf, especially if it’s something you can control. Lifting the lids, you find thin oatmeal and buttered toast. There are small containers of peanut butter, jelly, milk, raisins, and brown sugar as well.
“I know it does not seem like much, but it has been a while since you last ate, so you should start slowly.”
With another sigh, you begin mixing the peanut butter and brown sugar into the oatmeal.
“So, um, how would you like to be addressed?” he asks softly, almost as if he’s afraid to disturb you. It’s right then that you make the decision to treat him with as much kindness as you can muster; based on his extremely submissive behavior, it’s quite clear to you that he hasn’t been treated well. At all. Besides, he’s just as much a prisoner as you are, and absolutely none of this is his fault.
“Why can’t you just call me by my name?” you gently ask in return.
Mikhail swallows hard before answering, “Mr. Krakken wishes for you to be reminded that you are his pet, and that who you were before no longer matters.”
“So the purpose is to dehumanize me.” Anatoliy wasn’t bluffing in the car – he’d meant every word of what he said. Un. Fucking. Believable.
“More or less, yes, I am sorry,” he whispers as he looks down at his shoes.
“What an ass.” God, you’re just pissed. Who does this??
“SHHHHH!!! Please, do not say such things! They can hear you!!” He’s thoroughly panicked, but the only think you can think of is Nicolai telling Anatoliy that he wasn’t allowed to hurt you. Well okay then, let’s see how far that goes.
You look directly into the camera. “What. An. Ass.” You speak deliberately and clearly.
Mikhail’s eyes grow wide with disbelief.
You lift one shoulder in a shrug and begin to slowly eat your oatmeal. Apparently the cure took care of Metzger’s infection but didn’t touch the case of the fuck-its you’d developed on the way here.
“Address me however you’d like, I guess. Just don’t call me whatever it is that they call me.”
You pensively stare out the window as you slowly eat. Anatoliy had mentioned that it’s cold in Siberia, so you assume that you’re in Siberia now. It’s…surprisingly pretty. It looks like Krakken’s estate is in the middle of nowhere because all you can see are trees and maybe some mountains in the distance – it’s hard to tell for sure with the hazy clouds – but you’re also well aware that looks can be deceiving. For all you know, there’s a road less than fifty yards away – not that it would do you any good. This goddamn collar will keep you right here.
The next spoonful of oatmeal goes down hard due to the surge of hopelessness that hits you. Even if – no, when – even when Bucky comes for you, because he will, what is he going to do about the collar? You can only assume that it will detonate if tampered with, and if they can blow you up at the press of a button it isn’t as if Bucky can just whisk you away.
Tony. Tony can figure something out, right? But how? He’s good, but he probably needs to know what he’s dealing with before he can create a fix. So how the hell is that going to happen? Is he going to sneak in to inspect it and then hide in your closet while he builds a miracle? Fuck, you don’t even have a closet, just a few dressers and an armoire…
Your mind keeps finding all the impossibilities in your situation and it’s making it difficult to breathe.
Mikhail suddenly breaks into your brooding. “How about solnishko? It is what I used to call my sister.” He smiles sadly. You don’t have the heart to smile back.
|Solnishko – little sun
***
The rest of the day slowly passes, as do the next three. Anxiety has become your constant companion, and you’ve had more panic attacks than you can count; Mikhail does his best to help you, but it really does no good.
You need Bucky.
You stiffen every time you hear someone in the hallway, but no one enters your room except for Mikhail, who tends to come and go throughout the day. He brings your meals, makes sure you’re comfortable, and closely monitors your recovery. He even brings you some books and puzzles, but they don’t capture your attention. How could they? You’re a prisoner for fuck’s sake. This isn’t a goddamn vacation.
The days are awful, of course, but the nights? The nights are absolute hell.
If you really think about it, you can probably estimate the total amount of sleep you've gotten since you woke up after the treatment at roughly six hours, and most of this is obtained during the day in the form of naps when Mikhail is in the room. You can't sleep at night – you’re terrified that someone will come in while you’re unaware. Not that they can't do that during the day, but at least then the room will be brightly lit by the natural light streaming in through the windows; at least then you’d see them coming.
And then, of course, there’s the fact that not thinking about Artie and Jimmy is almost impossible as you lie alone in the dark. There’s nothing else to take your mind off them, especially when Mikhail retires to his own room for the night, but you do your best not to cry. Crying almost always leads to migraines, and you’re fairly certain that Nicolai and Company don’t give a shit, so you try to focus on happy memories instead of the ache of separation.
Plus, you yearn for Bucky – desperately. Without his warmth or the weight of his arm draped over your body, sleep just won't come. You miss him every minute of every day, but it it's sharper at night.
Nicolai is doing this on purpose. You know he’s doing this on purpose – making you wait in this creepy room for something to happen. Making you wait while you miss your kids, imagine worst case scenarios, wonder what he’s got planned for you, wonder why the hell he cares if you’re eating or clean (seriously, what’s up with the department store selection of beauty products?) Making you wait so you have nothing to do but think of Bucky while you fear the worst. It’s a power play – you know this – and you hate the fact that it’s working. You grow more restless and anxious with every passing second, and your only comforts are your necklace and the hoodie that is slowly losing Bucky’s scent.
It’s late afternoon and you are ready to combust when Mikhail enters your room again, looking thoroughly stressed and carrying several large bags.
“I am so sorry solnishko, but you need to begin to get ready. We do not have much time.” He heaves the bags down onto the bed and starts rummaging through them.
“Ready for what?” Sitting around some more?
“Dinner with Mr. Krakken, Kapitan...Anatoliy,” he clarifies at your look of confusion, “and Dr. Metzger.”
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. “Dinner? With those fucks? You’re kidding, right?”
Mikhail regards you sadly for a long moment. “I wish I were,” he murmurs quietly. He removes a plastic covering from one of the bundles and reveals a small collection of emerald green cocktail dresses, then turns to hang them in the armoire.
The look of confusion on your face must be clear, because he goes on to explain, “Mr. Krakken insists on formality for dinner, and he wants to present you to the rest of the household. I have been instructed to make sure you look your absolute best.”
Present you to…What. The. Fuck.
“We should start with your hair; it would be best if we straightened it.”
You want to scream with frustration – what the fuck is going on?? Why do they want to present you to anyone and what’s with the dresses? And you have to do your fucking hair?! Why? What is the fucking point?? You’re a goddamn hostage, what does it matter what you look like?
He motions for you to come over to the seated vanity; you shake your head in disbelief but comply with his request. He turns the chair at the last moment, making you walk around both him and it before you can take a seat. He removes your ponytail elastic, and runs his fingers through your hair. “Good, still damp from your shower this morning,” he mutters.
Did you fall down the fucking rabbit hole? You give up on trying to make anything make sense.
He retrieves a blow dryer from the bathroom; he looks…nervous? He plugs it in and takes his position behind you as he begins the process of blow drying your hair. Good luck, Buddy, we’re gonna be here for a while. Your hair does NOT dry quickly.
“Solnishko, can you hear me?” He’s barely audible over the sound of the small appliance in his hand. Not entirely sure if you really heard him speak or if you were just imagining it, you just nod your head slightly. “Good. If we keep quiet, they shouldn’t be able to hear us speaking; the white noise should drown out our words.”
It’s just now that you realize he’s positioned you both so that your backs are to the camera.
“I…overheard some things today. You are to be presented because Mr. Krakken and Kapitan want their men to get a good look at you – they say they want to show off their new pet but really it is to frighten you and to let you know that your fate rests with those men should things go wrong. Please watch what you say; they are very unpredictable.” He speaks in a hushed tone, and if you weren’t intently focusing on his words you wouldn’t be able to make them out. “I…I do not know what this means, exactly, but they say they are going to activate the Soldier. Do you know what this means?”
Damn right you do, but you’re not about to admit it. Besides, Bucky told you that the triggers had been removed, but these men do not need to know that, so you’re better off playing dumb.
He continues when you shake your head slightly; you don’t feel bad about the lie. “Well, they are going to activate him, whatever that means, and as long as he does as they say, you should be safe. I think. But the Doctor said something about the triggers eventually wearing off, and that is when you will need to worry, solnishko, because if he begins to resist, they will use you to ensure his compliance.”
“How?” You don’t really want to know, but you’ll probably be better off if you know what to expect.
“Mr. Krakken will release his Hounds on you.” The horror in Mikhail’s voice is palpable. The Krakkens are going to sic their dogs on you?
“What?” You hope to God that you misheard him.
“The Hounds. Mr. Krakken and Kapitan like to call their men their Hounds; it amuses them. It is also why they call you ‘lisichka.’ It means little fox.”
Oh God.
You’d prefer to be mauled by dogs.
“If the Soldier resists orders, they will make him watch what the Hounds do to you. There will be nothing he can do for you with that collar around your neck.”
“Oh, God…” If you’d had any doubt you were being held by sadists, it would be long gone.
Your heart is pounding in your ears as your mind begins to race. This can’t happen…this can’t happen to Bucky. He’ll never forgive himself; not for whatever happens to you, even though it’s not his fault, and not for whatever atrocities they make him do to keep you away from harm. But what can you do? If you remove yourself from the equation by killing yourself, then they will go after your kids – and you know that there’s no way you’ll be able to convince Bucky to refuse their orders.
How are you going to get out of this shit show?!?
Mikail begins softly speaking once more. “Your friends want proof that you are alive; he will use you to control them, as well. They are also planning another video conference with the Avengers, which will happen tonight. Mr. Krakken and his men will be watching you closely for any reaction – anything you give them will be used against you.”
Your heart starts beating violently at the thought of seeing Bucky, even if it’s just by video chat; you miss him so, so much. You’re going to need to be extremely careful.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” Does he have some sort of motive? Is Mikhail playing mind games with you? He’d seemed so kind to you over the past few days, but collar or no, you don’t trust him. You don’t trust anyone here.
You aren’t sure if he hears you because it takes a while for him to answer.
“What they do is not right. It is not right that they play with human lives as if they are nothing but inconsequential pawns in their game of power. It is not right that they enjoy watching others suffer the consequences of their actions. It is not right that they enjoy what they do. I cannot do anything for myself, but if I can prepare you by telling you what to expect, then perhaps you can avoid unnecessary pain. Solnishko, please, please do not underestimate the Krakken brothers’ penchant for cruelty. They will hurt you just because they can; do not give them any additional incentive.”
Despite the hot air of the dryer blowing on your hair, his comments freeze you from the inside out.
Mikhail abruptly turns off the hair dryer and turns your chair to face the mirror. “I think we will need to put some of your hair up; it will not dry fast enough.”
Apparently the informational segment of your little conversation is over.
He deftly begins twisting small sections of your hair up into a partial updo; it seems like he knows what he’s doing. Catching your questioning expression in the mirror, he begins to explain, “My sister used to run a beauty salon of sorts; I worked for her. We were very close.” Again, the sad smile. “Even from a young age I did not like the violence of the Bratva, so I went into what we used to call the ‘other’ family business. It is likely why my father chose to forfeit my life over those of my brothers.”
It is completely unfathomable to you, as a parent, to not automatically choose to give your own life for that of your child…and your heart breaks for him. It seems like he was close to his sister, so you try to steer the conversation to something that might be a little less painful for Mikhail. “You must miss her terribly. Do they ever let you visit her?” You’re sure the answer is no, but for Mikhail’s sake you hope they surprise you.
He shakes his head sadly, and speaks quietly. “No, she is not there to visit. Kapitan used her and then executed her for my father’s crimes after he collared me.”
You meet his eyes in the mirror. Fuck. “I’m so sorry, Mikhail.”
He nods in acknowledgement and turns his focus to your hair. Several long minutes go by before he speaks again. “I know you have lost a lot, solnishko, and I know that you may feel like you have nothing left to lose since you will never see your children again or be with the one you love, but you do. You do. You need to show them the respect they demand. Do not allow your grief and anxiety make you even more reckless with your words than you already have been. They can and will take things from you that you never considered. Your dignity, your humanity, your virtue, your spirit; if you defy them, they will take it as a challenge and you will become something to conquer, and they will cheerfully do so with any means necessary until you are nothing but a broken and empty shell.”
You swallow hard and bite your lip; you know with an incapacitating surety that he’s not wrong. You also know why he feels free to speak openly about this – both Krakkens would be more than happy to know that Mikhail is doing his best to ensure your compliance.
“Please do not test them, solnishko. It will not end well for you.” He briefly leaves to retrieve the makeup products that are still sitting in the bathroom, unopened.
Fear clenches once again around your heart, and you have to close your eyes and take a deep breath to fight off the panic now fighting its way up your throat.
Mikhail places the makeup on the vanity in front of you, and you stare it as he begins using a flatiron on the loose portion of your hair.
“I don’t want to do this, Mikhail.” Trying to hide the terror in your voice is pointless, but you attempt it anyway.
You also fail.
“I am so sorry, but you do not have a choice in the matter. These are direct orders from Mr. Krakken. You can resist, but one way or another, he will get what he wants. It is better, solnishko, to bend so you do not break.”
You swallow your fear and begin to sort through the makeup. Instead of focusing on how you will be shown off in front of a bunch of men that are waiting for their chance to hurt you, you try to keep in mind that you’ll see Bucky when the Krakkens have their video call. You can get made up for Bucky, even if he’s not really here. Right? Right. He’s more than worth the effort. Yes, you will try to look at it this way – it’s the only way you’ll get through the prep.
***
An hour later you’re finally finished. You ended up trying on a few different dresses, and thankfully found one that fit and wasn’t too revealing. It’s a deep but vibrant shade of green, and under other circumstances you would probably think that it’s a gorgeous dress. It’s a satin wrap with a moderately full skirt that hits just above your knees, and it has a delicate lace overlay. The satin part of the dress is sleeveless, but the lace extends to an elbow length sleeve. The sash is long enough to wrap around your waist twice, and it is the only part of the satin that isn’t covered with lace.
Mikhail also brought a few pairs of black heels; you choose the most comfortable shoes…just in case.
“Solnishko…you may want to remove your necklace. Mr. Krakken may not like the way it competes with the collar.” He sounds regretful, and you appreciate that.
“I suppose that wearing it would be incentive for them to take it, wouldn’t it?” You take his silence as affirmation, and remove Bucky’s gift, placing it in a drawer on the vanity.
“The final touch,” he murmurs as he presents a bottle of perfume, “A gift from the Kapitan.” He says it with a fair amount of disgust, and you’re surprised that he allowed that emotion to leak through considering how paranoid he’s been about the cameras.
“Oh…oh no,” you push the offending bottle away after just one small sniff, “No no no. That – that is a powerful smell. I can’t wear that, it gave me an immediate headache! I’m sorry, Mikhail, but I can’t…”
“But solnishko –“
“It is fine, Mikhail, if lisichka is sensitive to smells, we will not make her wear it. My brother and I are not unreasonable.” Nicolai sweeps into the room – you hadn’t even heard the door open.
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Hospital
A03
Random one shots series
Prompt Phrase:
Suddenly everything became blurry and dark.
Suddenly everything became blurry and dark, but he was aware it was happening. He wasn’t really awake, nor was he totally unconscious. What had happened? What was the last thing he could remember? Nothing, he could remember nothing. His whole body was tingling, not exactly painful, and yet it was still an abnormal sensation. His own mortality briefly crossed his mind, was he dead? Is this what felt like? Wasn’t there supposed to be a white light or an angel?
“Holy shit,” a voice, fearful and shocked, cut through the haze. “Phil?”
Yes, that was right, his name was Phil, he lived in London with, “Hey, can you hear me?”
Yes. Phil realized that he hadn’t made an audible sound, he tried again. Yes, Dan. I hear you.
“I need an ambulance,” Phil could hear bits and pieces of the conversation. “I don’t know, I just found him on the floor, yes, I did, no response. He’s burning up, too. Right, okay.” What was happening? Why was this happening? Phil didn’t have time to think about that much as searing pain now flooded his senses, emulating from his head. He groaned.
“Phil, don’t move, okay? I have help on the way.”
He was moving, he couldn’t even tell. He just wanted the pressure in his head to stop, and the pain that now spread everywhere else to as well. “Oh, god,” that time, it was out loud.
“It’s okay, I have help on the way,”
“Dan?”
“Yeah, I’m here. They’ll be here soon,”
“What,” the tingling started again as the pain intensified, and then there was nothing.
“So, you just found him on the floor?”
“Yeah, he woke up for a bit, then passed out again. And I am sure he has a temperature.”
“Okay,” Phil now heard the voice of someone he didn’t know, but judging by the sterile chemical smell, he assumed he was in the hospital.
“Ah,” Phil had said out loud, hardly aware that he was the one making the sound.
“Phil? Can you hear me?” It was a strange voice again.
“Yeah,” he tried to open his eyes, but the pain instantly caused him to close them. “Hurts,”
“What hurts?”
“Head, neck and I’m cold,” there was some activity in the room then that Phil couldn’t see but could hear. He knew he heard Dan inhale loudly. “Dan?”
“Yeah,” his voice was hoarse, “I’m here,”
“Where am I?”
“You’re at the hospital, Phil,” it was the man who he now assumed was a doctor, “can you open your eyes for me?”
“Hurts,”
“Migraine,” Dan said to no one in particular. He heard rushed footsteps and then the click of a light switch. “Try now, Phil,”
It still hurt, but not nearly as severely.
“Okay, Phil, can you please look at my finger?”
Tests, lots of tests, Phil didn’t think that it was fair to make someone so poorly do all these tasks, but he did. He was suddenly in a whirling tube, which clicked and clunked, sounding as If a piece of machinery was close to exploding. It was so loud that the pain that spiked as a result had caused Phil to feel sick.
He was moving again, then not, then there was a hand in his. He cracked his eyes open slightly; he was instantly dizzy.
“Hey,” Dan’s soft, comforting voice came through the pain.
“It’s getting worse, now I’m dizzy,”
“It could be the medication,” Dan brushed Phil’s hair off of his forehead. “It’s okay, just rest,”
“Am I okay?” He opened his eyes wide enough to look at Dan’s.
“Yeah, they’re just running some tests, you should rest.”
Phil closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and opened them again, “I know when you are lying, Dan,”
He sighed, “They’re not sure.”
Phil didn’t panic; there wasn’t anything he could do anyway. “Oh,”
“But,” Dan rushed to finish, “They are taking really good care of you, and we are going to get to the bottom of this and fix it. So, like, obviously, you’ll be fine.”
“Mm,”
“I love you,”
Phil smiled, “I love you, too. You don’t need to be scared,”
“Fuck,” Dan stood up, blinking back tears. “I have to go to the toilet.”
Phil closed his eyes again; he was exhausted. Before the darkness retook him, he remembered thinking that someone should check on Dan.
“Phil,” the black brightened into a muted yellow glow, “Can you open your eyes, please?” It was another medical professional. “I need to take some blood,”
“What?”
“He needs your arm, and it needs to be really still,” Dan squoze his shoulder.
He felt the prick, but it wasn’t enough to make him flinch. When the nurse had left, he looked at Dan.
“Any news?”
“No,”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Liar,”
“Can we not do this right now?”
“Sorry,” Phil sighed,
“No, I’m sorry. Everything is fine.”
Phil didn’t say anything. His head was starting to feel fuzzier and fuzzier anyway. “Did you call my parents?”
“Yeah, and Martyn and Cornelia, don’t worry about anything right now, yeah? Just rest,”
“Right,” Phil faded back into blackness.
When he awoke again, though the lights were off, he could tell it was day from the light spilling through the blinds. Looking to his left, he saw Dan sleeping in a chair with his head resting on the bed. Phil smiled and ran his hand through the curly mop; he couldn’t resist. Dan sighed contently but did not wake up. Phil took inventory of himself; his head wasn’t hurting as bad as it was before; it was tolerable; he didn’t notice any other pain, and the fuzziness was gone. Was he okay now? He was too tired to think anymore.
When he woke up again, Dan was gone. Phil yawned and shifted slightly when sharp pain spread across his hand, looking down, he noticed that he had an IV in his hand, which made sense.
“Phil, how are you feeling?” It was one of the doctors.
“I’m okay, actually. My head doesn’t hurt nearly as bad, I am drained, and my hand hurts,”
“Doc Mac,” he introduced himself, “Good to hear about the head, let’s see how we can make the hand more comfortable,”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“You, my friend,” the doctor re-taped the IV, the pain in his hand instantly got better. “have Encephalitis.”
“Um, what?”
“Basically, it’s an inflammation of the brain due to infection. At least in your case, it is,”
“So, it’s treatable, right?”
“Yes, we have you on strong antibiotics, we have your temperature under control, and it seems the pain is starting to recede as well.”
“How did I get Encephalitis?”
“We’re not sure, entirely. Yours, however, was bacterial, so we are treating it with antibiotics. Do you want something else for pain?”
“No, it’s not that bad right now,”
“If that changes, let us know.”
“When can I go home?”
“Let’s give it a few days. You had a pretty strong reaction to some of the medications. We just want to make sure you’re okay. Also, you still need intravenous antibiotics.”
“Okay,”
“I’ll be back later to check on you. If you need anything, let us know,”
“Thanks,”
Dan returned shortly later; he looked showered and fresh. The smile he gave was a smile that was only reserved for Phil.
“You look happy,”
“Of course, I’ve had coffee,”
“Braggart,”
“I see you are feeling better?”
“Yeah, somewhat. Apparently, I have Encephalitis,”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“I don’t understand how I didn’t know; wouldn’t you think there would have been symptoms leading up to it?”
Dan shrugged, “I am just glad that you are better now,” he said softly.
“Dan,”
“Your family knows, Martyn convinced your mum that you were okay, and she didn’t have to travel all the way here. I am under strict orders for you to call her as soon as you are able,”
“Dan,”
“Don’t. Please, just not now, okay?”
“Okay, thanks for staying with me,”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,”
Three days later, they were on their way home. Phil had several medications that he would be required to take for some time. He was impressed, Dan listened more carefully to the instructions than Phil had, Phil wasn’t sure, but he had a suspicion that Dan had also recorded them. Phil didn’t think that it was necessary, but Dan had been acting strangely since Phil had woken up; if this made him feel better, so be it. Phil knew eventually they would talk about it, get to the bottom of what was going on. And if the past indicated anything, it would be sooner than later.
It felt good to be home, to smell their house, to feel like home. Phil huffed out a breath as he threw himself down on the sofa. Dan had taken all of the items from the hospital from him right away, making sure that everything was neatly sorted and stored. Again, Phil thought that a lot more effort had gone into this than necessary, but he said nothing.
“Okay, everything is put away, no meds until tomorrow. So, nap time?”
“No, I’ve been in a bed for days,”
“Okay, well, you will have to sooner or later. You have to rest,” Phil realized that Dan was still scared, he patted the spot next to him.
“Sit down, Danny, we need to talk.”
“Because that’s not concerning,”
Phil smiled, shaking his head, “talk to me,”
“About what?”
“Dan,” Phil looked at him incredulously,
“I’m fine, Phil,”
“We are home now, no audience, please just be honest with me,”
“I am. Don’t worry about me,”
“You know that’s literally impossible, right?”
Dan let out a long breath, “yeah,”
“Spill,”
“I was so scared,” his voice sounded vulnerable, “and I was so fucking mad,”
“Mad?”
“I fucking froze, Phil. You were on the floor, I froze,”
“It’s okay, Dan,”
“No, it’s not, you could have died, and it would have been my fucking fault,”
“Dan,”
He shook his head, “When I knew that you were really sick, I panicked, but at least I was able to call the fucking ambulance. You were so warm, and yet your face was ashen.”
“I’m sorry,”
“But the worst part is that I couldn’t even handle it, like. I tried, and yet I still was panicked.”
“That’s a normal reaction,”
“You wouldn’t have done what I did, you wouldn’t have frozen,”
“You’re wrong, you know,”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better,”
“No, I’m not. When I first saw you lying face down in the hall, before I knew what the hell you were doing, I froze too. And I panicked.”
“That’s different, I wasn’t actually unconscious,”
“I didn’t know that,”
Dan looked up, his eyes glossy, “When they said they didn’t know what was going on, and that it was serious, I just, I lost it. I wanted to make sure that I was there for you, strong, but I couldn’t keep from thinking the worst. I mean, of course I did, you’ve met me. Like, how would I attend your funeral, how would I move out of this flat, how would I end YouTube,”
Phil leaned over and kissed Dan, shutting him up. A muffled sob escaped from Dan around the kiss, Phil pulled back. “It’s okay, Dan. I am okay. I am so sorry you went through that alone,” he cradled his face, “I am okay, Dan. You listened to the doctors more than I did, so they said I’m good, yeah?” Dan nodded, “See? You need to relax, I am okay.”
“Don’t you dare die on me, Phil Lester,”
“I won’t, at least not for a long time.”
“Sorry to be so emo,”
“Daniel Howell, you know I never mind your emotions.”
He wiped his eyes, “One day, hopefully, I will feel the same. Anyway, nap?”
“Nice deflection. No, Dan, I told you I don’t need a nap,”
“Selfish, I do.”
“Well, by all means,”
Dan looked up at him, “Come with me?”
Phil smiled widely, “Okay,”
So, they laid down to nap, and though Phil wouldn’t tell Dan, he was actually exhausted. As Dan drifted off to sleep on his chest, Phil could physically feel the tension leave Dan’s body. Phil pressed a kiss onto the top of Dan’s curls, “Love you so much,” he whispered as he fell into blackness again, this time happy it was happening.
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