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acpetersdottir · 4 months

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Camping is intense

I was going to post this yesterday but I ended up not feeling too hot, so here is Day 1 of the horror writing prompts to try to get better in this genre. Prompt #1: A family is on a camping trip. The parents are walking with their two children, a daughter and a son. The little boy trips and falls into a dark river. His father jumps to rescue him. Somehow the boy manages to swim to the surface. The father is nowhere to be found. When the mother gets a hold of the boy, she can’t recognize him. She tries holding him, but the moment she touches his wet body, her hands start burning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Look there, honey! It's the front entrance to the park!" My husband, Eli, exclaimed. We are driving in my "mom mobile", what my kids call it, to what is supposed to be the best family vacation yet. Yellowstone National Park. Amazing views, wildlife, and a place where humans are deemed insignificant by nature. I wasn't too thrilled that we would be staying outdoors in flimsy tents, but once can't just tell him no.

We drove up to the gate and the park ranger leaned out of his booth. "Staying or visiting?"

"Staying two nights." You could tell Eli was excited, he nearly screamed at the poor man.

"How many?"

"Two adults and two children."

"Camping?"

"Yes." Eli beamed.

"That will be $40." The park ranger held out his hand as my husband passed over our credit card. "Two rules of the park for your safety." The park ranger handed our card back and pointed to the large lettering on the wooden sign posted on the wall. "Number one, leave the animals alone, they will not hesitate to kill you. And number two, stay away from the river."

"Is the river going to kill us too?" Alyssa, my daughter, squeaked from the backseat. Her eyes were wide with fear, she was never an outdoorsy kid to say the least.

"It could if you're not careful." The park ranger waved us through the gate and watched our car disappear over the hill.

We followed the signs down the dirt road pointing towards the camp site. The land here was untouched, you could tell that nature was in her element. There was no animals in sight, but I could feel their eyes as we passed the trees. Eli pulled into a clearing after the last sign indicated that we had made it. No one else was here.

"You'd think with spring break that we would have more company." Eli chuckled, unbothered by us being alone. He parked the car and we all piled out. I stretched and took a deep breath. It was fresh, unlike back in the city.

Alyssa and Hank, my youngest, began to help their dad take things out of the trunk and scattered everything through the clearing. You can't get mad at children for wanting to help, but I know that if I were my mother, it would all be in a neat pile after some good old fashion stares.

The sun started to angle itself in west and we finally had everything put together. One giant tent with extra rooms, the cooking utensils in a small pile next to a make shift fire pit, and our sleeping bags all lined up. Eli and Hank were looking around the clearing for some kindling, and Alyssa stuck by my side.

"Not much here to start a fire with," Eli piped up. "Let's all take a walk and explore a little bit while we pick up some wood."

Alyssa shot a look of fear towards me, the words of the park ranger must still be echoing through her mind. I smiled to try to put her at ease, but she furrowed her brow in annoyance. I knew that she didn't want to go, but I also knew that Eli wasn't going to let us stay behind.

We all trudged through the woods together, avoiding anything prickly or anything with red veins on the leaves. Chamomile lotion will only get you so far. Eli had our wagon in one hand, and Hank's in the other as they loaded up wood to take back.

The stillness of the forest was unsettling, you could hear the movements of it's inhabitants, but you could never see them. I was not one for being watched. Alyssa gripped my hand tighter. The beauty of it, on the other hand, was other worldly. Green leaves of spring and fresh buds blooming on them created a sight of peace, though I still couldn't quite put my finger on why I was still so put off.

The sounds of a rushing river filled the air as we ventured on. The scent of water cascading over the rocks filled my lungs. Reminded me of when the rain hits the concrete on a hot day. I could see Eli and Hank disappear behind some trees, their excited voices still letting me know that they were ok.

The voices turned from excitement into horror. I heard my husband shout, "HANK!" Before I could register what happened, I heard my son's scream of terror stop suddenly. My heart sank and I ran.

"Where? Where is he?" I caught up to Eli, breathless with Alyssa still in tow.

"He-He went under," Eli had already begun taking all his valuables out of his pockets. "He slipped. I don't know where. I'm going in!"

"Wait!"

It was too late. Eli dove into the river after Hank. I stood in absolute fear.

"It's going to kill them." Alyssa said, faintly. Shock was over coming her as well. We never planned to have to teach our children from a young age about the horrors of life and death, well not yet at least.

I turned to her and held her shoulders. "You stay right here. Do not move. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her face white as a ghost.

I turned and slid down the hill to the river bank, searching frantically for either my son, or my husband. Neither had surfaced yet.

The mud was thick and slowed down my steps as I tried to make it down the river a little bit, when suddenly, I could see my son's head.

"HANK!" I screamed, throwing branches his way. "Grab on!"

Hank pushed himself towards the branch that I was holding, his little head bobbing up and down as the river tried to pull him under again. His small hands grasped onto the branch. I pulled as hard as I could. After what felt like a fleeting moment, I managed to get him to shore.

I looked back towards the river for Eli, but I still saw no sign of him. I knew that I couldn't leave my son dripping wet on the river bank, but I also knew that my husband was in good shape to get himself out, even if it's further down. I focused my attention back to Hank and knelt to hold him.

My hands started to burn when they touched his sides. I recoiled and stared at him, that's when I noticed it. His face was not the cute pudgy baby boy that I knew, it was twisted in a face that I did not recognize.

"Hank!" I tried to grab his arms again, but the same sensation hit my hands.

"Mother," a dark, deep voice came from my son's mouth. "You have been selected as his new bride."

I fell backwards onto the muddy river bank.

"He has taken care of your… obligations." It continued. I could see that Hank's eyes were pitch black. I turned to look for Alyssa at the top of the hill, but she wasn't there.

"Alyssa!!" I shouted for her. There was no response. Looking back at what used to be my son, I could feel my heart speed up.

"He has taken care of them."

My back was against a large rock, I was too scared to look away.

"Come." The voice grew louder.

I could feel myself beginning to cry, hot tears streaked down my cheeks. The fear wallowing up inside me held my throat shut. I was frozen in that moment.

"Do not keep me waiting." A cold wet hand covered my mouth. I screamed but no sounds made it out. This voice did not come from my son, it was behind me. I was being pulled towards the river. I struggled and threw punches out at random, but I was still being dragged. I clawed at the earth beneath me until I felt my legs submerge. I turned towards the hand and looked to see what was claiming my life.

"Eli?" I choked. His eyes were black and his body was waterlogged. My eyes widened as I tried to take a deep breath, one last scream that may get someone's attention, but the cold water filled my lungs instead.

#author #my writing #spilled ink #writeblr #acp #horror

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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When murdered grace

A Kelly lune sequence

In has feel for one loosened to plenty year! Painted.

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Nor can go thrall, to fond flowers wrack. And maids appease.

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And all our sight, he shoes. Have disdayned: but Long Job.

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But, changing, nay! Since these his coming and golden-crowne.

Hunted veray thy heade, with guiltlesse hound. Be too shield.

Big heart, if the driues that happinesse. Tho’ a’ the rest.

Of innocence will, when on my mind! Sweet praise, the fiends.

And Agamemnon smitten will be studious ghost!

Come again. Sunk, a second happiness Ida see.

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Because thing here so weapons slaughing charm. Let’s fond fly.

And I well in a scorn wolf is life and lay a stand.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #223 texts #Kelly lune sequence

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

Okay, curiosity got the better of me, and even though there are so many good prompts to choose, I settled with this one. There is no telling which way it will go, but it sounds amusing! Have fun! ^_^

Decided to do something different with this involving mind reading, hope you like.

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Becoming privy to Sesshoumaru's thoughts happened about as unexpectedly as one would think. Having returned from the future after three years, Kagome had figured the amount of weirdness in her life would scale back a bit. The jewel was gone, and everyone was enjoying their 'happily ever afters' so surely she could finally gain some semblance of normalcy in the past, right?

'Irritating…'

Kagome shifted, sneaking a glance at the Daiyoukai as he sat at the base of a tree. His voice resounded inside her mind, seemingly without his knowledge or consent. He was eyeing something flitting about mid-air. A fly, she suspected.

Golden eyes shifted, slit pupils keen. A hand blurred, catching the thing between forefinger and thumb.

'Die.'

Green light shone out from between his fingers, successfully killing his 'prey.'

Kagome supposed it was somewhat comforting to know that his thoughts were about the same as whatever words he deigned to speak aloud. The psychic ability she'd gained only applied to Sesshoumaru, and had happened one random day when she'd been fighting a demon.

Between one moment and the next- a presence had warmed her side as he'd deflected an attack meant for her. This had resulted in sharp, static red youki swallowing their forms briefly- Sesshoumaru's energy rushing through her system. It had stolen Kagome's breath and sent her heart thundering.

A second later, she'd started hearing his thoughts. Most startling of all, they'd begun with something completely unexpected;

'I will keep you safe, foolish miko.'

Biting her lip, Kagome snuck another glance at him- only to find Sesshoumaru gazing back. Squeaking, she focused on her forgotten work, roughly weaving a basket with a little more force than necessary.

"Are you alright, Kagome?" Sango asked, sitting beside her on the grassy hill as they prepared a few herbs and useful things for Kaede.

"Fine! Totally f-"

'Her scent is erratic, yet the woman continues to sneak glances at me. How odd. Is she becoming interested in this one? It is long overdue.'

"What?" Kagome questioned out loud, feeling Sango’s perplexed stare. The heat of another pair of eyes warmed the nape of her neck.

'Hn, I have not sensed her pine for the Half Breed in many months after their breakup. It is possible she is looking for another male. The miko is not promiscuous enough to trifle with me. She requires...a lasting bond.'

Biting her lip, Kagome's eyes burned with want to look at him again.

'Could I keep a miko? She is not like others. They usually despise my kind- and I do not care for them. But this bratty, fiery woman has proven herself through her dealings with the Jewel and the Spider. Mn...the thought of having her should not stir my blood so,' he sighed in her mind. 'Perhaps once I accept my interest in her, the vivid fantasies will stop.'

What fantasies? she wondered.

Kagome really should not have asked, because somehow a lewd mental image of herself was projected from his head directly into her gawking brain.

Standing quickly, skirts swaying about her thighs- Kagome forced a smile. "I-I forgot to do something earlier! Sorry Sango, I'll finish up with you later."

Hurrying down the hill, she stiffened upon hearing a silky voice trail after her inside her mind.

'Why is she leaving? This is unacceptable. She takes her mouth-watering scent with her,' he seemed to pause contemplatively. 'Must your retreating form be so pleasing to the eye, Kagome?'

Kagome flushed red, feeling the urge to cover her ass while running from the unexpected thoughts. However, she kept her hands at her side- a weird thrill of excitement racing down her spine.

Like a radio broadcast sounding out from a speaker- the further she ran, the dimmer his velvety voice became.

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Emerging from Kaede's hut a few days later, Kagome fussed with her new clothing. Miko robes felt somewhat uncomfortable, but Kaede had insisted she at least try getting used to wearing them for a few days.

She honestly couldn't imagine walking around in such garments as a permanent uniform. They reminded her too much of someone else.

'No.'

Kagome jerked, freezing in place and pretending to fiddle with her collar, trying to secretly glance around for the elusive Daiyouaki.

'...Those robes do not suit her. What's more- her light scent is muddied with unnecessary feelings. Those clothes make you self-conscious, do they not, miko? Take them off.'

Blinking, Kagome's heart warmed slightly inside her chest. He could read her so easily? He...cared about how she felt?

"And those pants cover her long legs. Disgusting. You are the one who forced me into appreciating a woman's thighs, miko. Bare them to me again.'

Hissing a short breath through her teeth, Kagome whipped her head to one side- spying Sesshoumaru lingering by a hut about 40 yards away. He stiffened, blatantly surprised she'd pinpointed his location so easily.

'Could she sense me?'

Blushing, Kagome cleared her throat and gave a slight wave, before disappearing back inside the hut. She wanted to test something, and the fluttering inside her lower stomach was getting too prominent to ignore.

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Stepping out after a quick wardrobe change, Kagome pretended not to notice him again, fiddling with her cute modern outfit. She felt more at ease in her home wear, and the voice in her head seemed to agree.

'That is much better…' Sesshoumaru's tone slid into that of curiosity. 'You feel mischievous, miko? Now why is that? I sense your fluttering excitement.'

Raised her arms above her head nonchalantly, Kagome arched her back as she stretched.

'What…?' the thinness of his tone almost made her grin ferally. 'What...are those?'

Kagome had never intended to wear them. In fact, she'd stuffed them deep inside the depths of her backpack because Yuka, Eri and Ayumi had taken it upon themselves to buy her something 'sexy' for her bad boyfriend and Souta had innocently walked into her room one day while she was packing. She hadn't had the heart to tell her friends she'd broken up with Inuyasha a long while ago.

She had no need for black lacy thigh highs, complete with suspender garter belts resting enticingly on her thighs. Or at least, she hadn't until today. Kagome stretched with a little more exaggeration, letting out a breathy sigh as her pleated skirt hitched up, exposing more of her toned legs to his gaze.

A terribly loud noise deafened her hearing like a clap of rumbling thunder, heralding a storm. Kagome realised a little belatedly that it hadn't been contained to the privacy of Sesshoumaru's mind- the growl rippling through the space between them.

He stood much closer than expected, golden eyes pinning her in place.

"Oh- hi there, Sesshoumaru," Kagome hid her surprise behind a smile. "Something wrong?"

The Daiyoukai's burning, orange eyes searched her face. Slowly, they dimmed back into gold, as he realised there was nothing appropriate he could say.

'Do you know what you are doing, little minx? Or are you completely unaware of how badly I desire those thighs wrapped around my waist?'

"Nothing," he said out loud, face completely devoid of expression.

Kagome arched a brow. He had a damn good poker face.

"Well...okay," she lifted a shoulder, taking a few steps away. "But you know, if something was bothering you, it would be better all round to just tell me. I'm not a mind reader."

Mild intrigue flickered. "I do not think you would appreciate knowing my innermost thoughts."

"Try me."

Sesshoumaru's lips curved, his blank expression cracking into something more honest and imperfect. Human, almost, in its raw appetite- the demon circling around her slowly like a predator. "The dark hungering of an inuyoukai is not something that pure and pretty miko's could stomach," he uttered.

Kagome took a breath, keeping to her bravado. Because if she didn't keep her courage, the thoughts she'd heard so clearly inside her mind would remain exactly that- formless. Never touching reality.

And that felt like a shame.

"Maybe not all of them could, but I've journeyed across Japan with a perverted con-artist and been kidnapped by dark and terrible demons much bigger than you," she hummed, keeping eye contact. "And I'm not promiscuous or anything, but I'm not a prude either. Given the right person, even I can get a little...hungry."

She heard a sharp in-take of breath. Sesshoumaru stopped, lingering in close proximity as his voice dropped into something downright sinful. "How surprising."

Kagome lifted a shoulder. "Not really, but judging by your hesitancy to share anything on your mind- maybe my 'dark hungering' would be too much for you."

Golden eyes flashed. "Preposterous."

"No, no- I think it's true," she gave an impish smile. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

This seemed to snap his carefully constructed facade of control. Sesshoumaru's claws snapped out, fingers trembling as they gripped her hair. A fierce breeze lashed around them as Kagome realised he'd collected white energy around their forms- speeding them out of sight into the lush forest. Away from the safety of witnesses. None could save her now.

Sesshoumaru bore down over her, neck craned, mouth hovering close. It was sharp teeth that brushed her parted lips first.

'I will have you- strange, enticing, annoying woman.'

Kagome shuddered, blue eyes darkened as her thighs rubbed together. Her hands met silken robes, gliding up into silky hair as his arm swooped down, hooking beneath her knees.

While their lips crashed together and Sesshoumaru held her aloft- Kagome smiled and wordlessly obliged by wrapping her thighs around his lean waist, giggling as the taciturn demon inwardly purred.

#Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Sesskag #asks

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the-sympathetic-villain · 3 years

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 40

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.

Word Count: 6313

Chapter warnings are at the end of the post because of major spoilers but please, scroll to the bottom of the post to see them if you need to!

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A sharp chill shot up Logan's spine as a familiar giggle filled the air behind him. His vision blurred as he spun on his heels toward the shadows of the wood behind him. A sharp breath caught in his throat as Remy’s body slumped to the ground.

“No!”

Dread dropped in his throat as Logan lurched forward. An unconscious cry erupted from his throat as Roman’s hands closed around his elbows, stopping him from rushing forward as a set glowing green eyes appeared from the forest behind Remy’s unconscious body. Logan’s breath rushed from his body the emerald gaze narrowed on him and a crooked, white grin emerged from the darkness. Logan’s knees went weak as the giggle continued to echo around them, growing manic as Remus stepped out of the darkness.

The changeling’s gaze locked onto Logan with hungry stare, licking his lips as he turned down to the motionless body of the fae below him. A satisfied smile spread across Remus’ face as he kicked at the shadow fae’s shoulder, rough as he checked to see that Remy was out cold. “Damn, bitch went down quick. It’s so boring when they don’t even put up a fight.”

“You bastard—”

A dark blur leaped from the shadows as Virgil’s dagger slashed for Remus’ throat. The swift movement was nearly too quick for Logan to process, but Remus effortlessly brushed his attack to the side, nearly sending him flying to the ground. Remus giggled as Virgil turned back to him, fury in his eyes as his dagger flashed through air. Roman’s grip on Logan’s arms slackened as the changeling’s eyes lit up and he brought his foot down on the back of Virgil’s leg. Logan’s skin tingled with a cold chill as Virgil fell to his knees and Roman moved to rush past him. He froze as the energy in the air shifted as Remus’ hissed into his ear, stopping Roman in his tracks.

“Put that dagger to you own throat.”

A gasp was pulled from Virgil’s throat as his movements became rigid with sheer force of will as he fought the power of Remus' words. Remus smiled as he circled around front of Virgil as he flashed a sadistic smile at Roman as he leaned into Virgil’s face as he compelled him.

“Do it now or I’ll make you do worse, pet.”

Virgil cried out as his elbow bent forcibly and he lifted the blade to his throat hovering just above the fragile skin as he fought Remus' control. Logan’s heart dropped at the sound of metal sliding against metal filled the air as Remus drew a sword from his side. The changeling’s grin widened as he reached down, grabbing handful of Virgil’s hair as he forced his gaze toward Roman and Logan as he whispered in his ear.

“Don't look away.” Remus hissed as his eyes glowed brightly as he smirked at Virgil. “I wouldn't want you to miss a single moment of me murdering your friends right in front—”

A snarl filled the air as a feral form erupted from the woods, knocking Remus to the ground. Logan flinched as the sound of Remus sword hitting the ground as Roman brushed past him towards the blue blur as Remus rolled over, momentarily distracted. Time seemed to slow as the sounds of a struggle broke out in front of him, quickly silenced as Patton’s scream filled the air.

“Stop.”

Cold dread weighed down on Logan as his friend’s cry stopped abruptly and Remus turned his intent glare over his shoulder as he pointed a bloody dagger at Roman. The prince stopped in his tracks, standing rigid under Remus' control as his eyes flitted helplessly down to Patton's motionless body face down in the grass in behind Remus.

“Who would have guessed it would be that pathetic whelp who would put up the most fight of all of you?” Remus hissed, pausing as he spat blood out onto the ground before stepping toward Roman.

“Kneel, Roman.”

“I will not bow to you, villain." Roman hissed through gritted teeth as Remus' attempt to compel him weighed heavy on his body.

“Fine,” Remus grinned at Logan over Roman’s shoulder as he leaned into the prince’s ear with a sinister smile. “Then fall to me, bitch.”

Logan flinched as Remus turned his dagger, bringing it down on the prince’s temple with a loud crack. Roman’s knees immediately buckled underneath him, and he dropped to the ground with a pained grunt. Remus loomed over him, barely suppressing a manic chuckle as he tipped the prince over with his foot, stepping on Roman’s chest until he wheezed for breath.

“Stay down or I'll snap your neck next.”

“Remus, enough!”

Logan jumped as Janus' angry voice resonated in the air between them and the man stepped out of the shadows, looming between Remus and Logan.

“I'm ordering you to back d—”

Janus' voice broke to raspy breaths as Remus flourished a gesture with his hand eyes glimmering in green. Logan watched in horror as Janus’ shoulders as he wheezed, stumbling as he found himself unable to pull air into his lungs. Remus chuckled as he stepped over Roman, watching Janus struggle as he stepped toward the fae as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

“You have no idea how long I've waited to do that.” Remus grinned, his voice deep as he leered over at Janus. His dagger twisted dangerously around his fingers as Janus stumbled back, still wheezing as his eyes widened with panic. “The leash is off and it looks like I have a new playmate.”

Janus' eyes went wide as Remus foot landed square in his chest, sending him flying backward into the tree behind him. His eyes fluttered as his chest heaved and he slumped down to the ground, looking stunned as he slipped to the ground.

“Oh, no. Don't even think about passing out on me, Dee-Dee.” Remus chimed with a giggle as he kneeled in front of him, forcing his jaw up as he made a quick movement with his other hand. Janus choked as air flooded his lungs, eyeing Remus with a deathly glare as the changeling held him against the tree. “Love the breathplay and all, but I want you to watch as I take the one chance you had a redeeming yourself out of this world.”

Logan staggered back, panic rising in his throat as Remus' dagger pointed up to him. He tensed to run when as Remus’ eyes flashed dangerously and his voice resonated in the air.

“Run and I'll slit every one of their throats, pretty boy.”

A panicked gasp escaped Logan’s throat as he froze in place. His breathing started to become unsteady and he dropped his gaze, clutching his chest as his vision started to blur from the hyperventilation.

“Don’t let him get in your head, Logan. He's blu—”

Logan’s head jerked up as Janus’ voice abruptly cut short and he stared as Remus glared down at Janus.

“I think you're better seen than heard, Dee-Dee.”

Logan flinched as Remus plunged his dagger forward, relieved as it missed Janus’ face by inches. He looked up to see that the dagger had pierced the back of Janus' thick cloak, pinning him to the tree as he struggled to free himself.

“Now, we can get to the real fun.” Remus giggled as Janus’ eyes shot to Logan. He struggled against the dagger unable to pull himself free as the changeling stepped away from him. Clouds blocked out the sun, chilling the air around them Remus’ eyes flashed green and an unnaturally wide smile spread over his face. “It's been so long since I got to have a proper playtime with you, Logan. I’ve missed our long nights together.”

Stumbling back, Logan’s heart began to pound in his chest as Remus casually rocked down to grab his sword from the grass, continuing to stagger toward him. “No—”

“You know what? I changed my mind, pretty boy.” Remus chimed as Logan stumbled away from him as him. He started to giggle, manic as he pointed the sword at Logan. “I think you should run.”

Logan didn’t hesitate as Remus pulled back his sword to swing at him. He spun on his heels, bolting into the trees at the sound of Remus’ sword cutting through the air. Remus laughed manically as his feet carried him forward. His eyes narrowed as the panic rushed to his head making him lightheaded as he zigzagged through the trees. His lungs quickly rebelled against him as he turned, darting away from the approaching sound of Remus’ laughing. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as he resisted the urge to give into the burning in his chest. He forced his body to keep moving ever as his vision blurred and Remus voice echoed in his head, surrounding him in a swirling, surreal hell as darkness pulled at the edge of periphery. With a final gasp, his foot caught a root tumbling him to the ground. Weakly, he attempted to push himself upright only to have a heavy boot come down on back, knocking the remaining breath out of his lungs as his chest hit the ground.

“You really thought you'd gotten away. Didn’t you?” Remus purred as he lifted his foot, rushing forward to catch Logan’s collar as he scrambled to escape. "You were never free."

Logan's skin started to tingle as blue sparks flickered at his fingertips. He could feel the charge building in his body as he willed his lightning to his defense, but his effort quickly stalled as sharp point jabbed into the side of his abdomen.

“Shock me and I'll make a mural of your guts on the ground. Got it, pretty boy?”

Nodding stiffly, Logan attempted to swallow the lump in his throat as he stilled his struggling.

“Get up.”

Remus’ grip tightened on Logan’s collars he jerked him to his feet. His breath caught in his throat as the changeling’s fingers dug deep into his shoulder as the sharp tip of the blade dug into his side. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he strained to arch his back away from the dangerous blade, only irritating Remus further. Logan pursed his lips, holding his hands up in surrender as they walked in silence. Only a few minutes later, Logan could see the clearing in the ahead of them and he flinched as Remus’ grip tightened on his shoulder as the man’s anger surged behind him.

“You really fucked shit up for me, pest.” Remus hissed behind him as he led Logan back to the clearing full of his friends. “I’ve grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle, and you had the nerve to come here and blow my cover with our dear Roman. You screwed him and suddenly he thinks he cares about you enough to turn on me—”

“I didn’t—” Logan whimpered as the blade pressed into his side and the man’s grip tightened on his shoulder. Blood rushed to his head as he staggered back into the clearing. His vision swam, but he could feel Virgil and Janus’ heads lift up as Remus shoved him to his knees in front of them.

“—and if you’d actually managed to break the curse, the fae courts would have ordered me destroyed.” Remus' deep voice radiated with anger, sending chills down Logan's spine as the man breathed into his ear, curling a hand around his throat. “You almost got away with it, too. If Roman’s pet hadn’t capped Dee’s power, I never would have been able to take down him and Big Bad over there.”

Logan blinked as he looked up to where Remy was lying unconscious on the far side of the clearing. His skin prickled as Remus breathed in his ear, fingers trailing down Logan’s neck.

“Now, I'd love to take the time to remind you who you belong to, but I'm on a bit of a time crunch.” Remus cooed cheerily in his ear as he rose to his feet. “I've got to deliver Roman’s body to daddy dearest, if I want to keep up my charade as the prince.”

Despair welled in his chest as Remus chuckled and took a step back and the blade appeared in Logan’s periphery Remus rested the blunt edge of the blade on his shoulder.

“Goodbye, pest.”

Logan sucked in a breath, closing his eyes as Remus lifted his sword to swing. He braced himself, silently preparing for the blade to come to come down on his neck. He tensed as Remus let out a breath behind him and he waited for the quiet sound of the blade coming down. Instead, the sound of metal striking metal grated in his ears loudly behind him. The unearthly sound sent adrenaline rushing through his veins and he shot forward to the ground. Logan turned his head at the sound of grunting behind him, rolling on his back as his eyes lifted up to the unexpected sight before him.

“Roman?”

He stared in shock as the prince pushed Remus aside, using Remus' own surprise to his advantage as he advanced on the changeling. Logan jumped to his feet, gasping as the dazed prince was knocked back as Remus seemed to regain his bearings.

“I told you to stay down.”

Logan flinched as Roman narrowly dodged Remus’ sword as it swiped across his chest, connecting with Roman’s weapon and sending it flying through the aid.

“—and I said I will not bow to you.” Roman muttered, eye darting around him for something to use as a weapon as Remus stalked toward him.

Remus growled as he lunged forward. His eyes emanated a toxic green color as he focused his magical energy on the prince, pushing all his magic towards compelling the uncooperative prince. “You should have.”

Desperate, Logan rushed forward toward Roman’s sword as Remus advanced, hoping the prince could keep his attention long enough for Logan to make a move. The thought suddenly weighed heavy in his mind as Roman fell back to the ground, unable to defend himself.

“Give up, Roman.” Remus lifted his sword to the prince’s throat as the prince raised his hands up, laying prone at the changeling’s feet. His eyes flared bright as his power peaked, staring down at Roman as a cruel sneer stretched across his face. “You can't win.”

“No, you’re right.” Roman smirked, glancing around him as the air suddenly shifted and stirred around him. The sky darkened as the prince flashed a smug smile as he glanced over Remus’ shoulder. “but I don’t need to.”

Remus mustache twitched as he felt a sword tip at his back. He snarled, eye flaring as his head started to turn around. “My sword will be through his throat before you can even react, pretty b—”

“Drop your weapon, Remus.”

The energy in the air shifted as a bolt of lightning lit up the cloudless sky above them. The air resonated with the boom of the thunder as the glow in Remus' eye dissipated and the sword dropped from his hand. His body became rigid as flurry a movement stirred around them. Remus’ spell lifted from his friends as Logan took control of Remus’ movement. In his periphery, he could see Virgil rush to Patton as Roman lept to his feet, grabbing Remus' sword and lifting it to the changeling’s chest as the changeling stood motionless between them.

“You can compel him, Logan. Changelings are part human.”

A smile curled on Logan’s lips as his bright, blue eyes flashed towards Janus as his new friend seemed to find his voice. The subtle charge traveled across his arms as Remus’ wide eyes turned up to him. A snarl curled on his lips as he tossed the sword aside, stepping forward as his power crawled across his skin in tiny electrical arms as the particles in the air charged and reality itself bent to his will.

“Turn around, Remus.”

Remus scowled as he rigidly turned to face Logan. His face twitched with rage as a brilliant, blue light cascaded from Logan's eyes, curling down his face as the light filled the scars on his face as he loomed over Remus. His skin glimmered like the night sky as he reached his hand to the changeling’s collar as he lifted the changeling into the air. Remus squirmed in his grip as the glimmering blue light jumped to Remus, creeping up his skin as the man’s eyes went wide with fear.

“Remus, your reign of tyranny is over,” Logan stated as the wind swept around them curling up into the sky around them as the trees swayed with the force of his power. “Waste away knowing I'm right where I belong, living a happy life with my family while you fade away from existence.”

Remus scowled as fury filled his eyes, but his anger was short-lived as the colorful lights danced up his skin and fear filled his body as he struggled against Logan’s grip. His fearful gaze turned back to Logan as his limbs started to fade away, turned to dust as his body returned to the earth.

Logan swayed as the light evaporated in his hand, leaving him standing alone in the clearing as his own power flickered and faded from his eyes, leaving him weakened as the ground rushed toward his face. Warmth flooded over him as arms curled around him, stopping his short drop to the ground. Slowly, the ground approached as he looked up at Roman, smiling at the prince gentleness as he rested in the prince’s grip.

“You did so good, Lo.” Roman smiled, brushing Logan’s hair out of his face as he sweetly leaned his forehead down to Logan’s. “I’m proud of how far you’ve come.”

“Thank you.” Logan whispered, feeling himself truly breathe for the first time in weeks as he rested in the prince’s arms. For a quick moment, he reached up to the bruise forming on Roman’s temple. “Are you okay?”

“My ego’s a little bruised, but more than anything I think I was struck by a realization listening to that monster ramble.” Roman voice dropped, smiling as Logan looked up at him. “He was wrong, Logan. You never belonged to him.”

Logan smiled as he raised a hand to Roman’s cheek, feeling lighter as the prince smiled down at him. “I know, Roman.”

“More than that, though,” Roman blinked. His heart fluttered as he stared down at the sparkling glimmer in Logan’s deep, blue eyes smiling at the galaxies that seemed to stir behind the man’s gaze. “I want there to be a reason for it all. Call it fate or destiny, but I want to believe that we went through all of this for a reason. I want to believe that we were thrown together into this chaos because somehow the universe knew that you belong here with me.”

A rosy blush spread across Logan’s cheeks as he rose up to gently place a kiss on Roman’s lips, lingering on the soft warmth of the prince’s skin. “I’m uncertain if fate is responsible for our meeting, but all the same, I can’t deny the outcome of ending up here with you is the most favorable I could have asked for.”

“Girl, just get a room already.”

Logan’s eyes brightened as he turned to Remy’s voice. He quickly sat up to see the fae stood tall above him, still shaken as he moved forward. His eyes glowed a faint pink as his shadows swelled around him, steadying him as his eyes flickered unsteadily.

“Are you okay?” Logan jumped to his feet as Remy swayed.

“I'll be flying high in a few minutes, babes. This ain’t nothing.” Remy slurred as he held up a hand to stop him from worrying. “Listen, I'll take care of Janus, but you need to check on your other friend.”

“Right.” Logan hesitated, watching Roman rush to where Virgil hovered over Patton. He bit his lip as Remy flashed him a reassuring smile. He gave a quick nod and turned to dart to follow Roman to Patton’s side. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he rushed across the open clearing toward where Roman knelt over Patton, hands pressed into his wound as his head rested in Virgil’s lap.

“I don’t understand what's happening.”

Tears streamed down Virgil’s paled face and his shoulders were shaking as Logan knelt beside him. A quick scan of Patton’s body left him speechless. His friend’s eyes were closed and Logan was happy to see that his friend was breathing, though none of his training with the apothecary could have prepared him for the sight of Patton’s blue lips as the blood swelled around Roman’s hands

Dark, red blood clung to Patton’s abdomen as Logan’s eyes trailed to the growing red stain on his friend’s clothing. An ice-cold chill settled over Logan's body as he leaned in to examine closer.

“Logan, help—”

“I'm sorry. He's—” Logan tensed as Virgil looked up at him with red eyes. “He's breathing, Vee. Hold on. I’ll figure this out.”

Roman looked up as Logan as he turned down to face Patton’s face as he held two fingers to his friend’s throat to check his pulse.

“His pulse is stable,” Logan paused, glancing down as he explored the wound with his hand. “but we have to stop the bleeding immediately.”

“What do we do, L?”

“I—I don't know, Vee.” Logan stuttered as he dived deep into his knowledge of wound care for any sort of solution. “This isn’t my specialty—"

“He can't die—”

“I'm not going to let him die” Logan stated matter-of-factly, despite what his own gut was saying about a wound that had cut this deep. “I just need to find a starting—”

“Janus can fix him.”

Logan’s eyes lifted up as Remy approached. He hung limply off Janus’ shoulder as the man helped him forward. Their movements were clumsy as Janus help him move, hands still bound behind his back as he attempted to keep Remy from staggering. Logan glanced up, worried as his extra senses picked up on the poison flowing the older fae’s body. “Remy, are you sure you’re—”

“I'm fine, babes.” Remy grumbled with a smirk. “This is a nasty bit of shit but there ain't a poison in this realm or the next that can kill me. Got it?”

“Okay.” Logan whispered after a moment, taking a short breath as anxiety tingled in his chest. “What were you saying about Janus?”

“Virgil, you need to unbind him now.” Remy muttered, pushing himself upright as he stood on his own. “Your friend is going to need his help.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed suspiciously on Janus at Remy's order. “Remy, I don’t—"

“Every minute you waste doubting me your friend gets closer to bleeding out, Virgil.” Remy growled, kneeling in front of Virgil as he leveled with him. “Patton’s as good as dead unless a miracle happens. Right, Logan?”

Logan hesitated guiltily as Virgil turned toward him. “He’s right, Vee. The odds are not in Patton’s favor right now.

“I know it’s not easy to trust him right now, but Janus is the best damn healer you could ask for right now.” Remy eased at the sight of the red streaks on Virgil’s face. “I’d never lead you astray, kid. You know me better than that.”

“I’ve seen it, Vee.” Logan whispered after a moment of silence. “He healed an injury on my neck last night. The injury was nothing major, but his techniques were effective.”

Virgil stared at Logan as all eyes fell on him and let out an exasperated sigh, resting Patton’s head gently in the grass as he stood up off the ground.

“Fine. Turn around.” Virgil dug through his pockets as he came up behind Janus. Without hesitation, Virgil slipped the key slipped into the lock and soon both cuffs fell free into Virgil’s hand. Immediately, Janus turned to rush to Patton, but Virgil held up a hand to his chest to stop him. “If you—”

“If I hurt him, you'll no doubt make my life a living hell.” Janus grumbled as he looked down at Virgil’s hand with impatience. “Your feelings toward me are quite clear.”

Virgil cast a side-eyed glance at Remy before turning back to Janus. “No. I was going to say, if you save him, I'll owe you a debt. Take that however you want but know I don't offer it lightly.”

Janus paused. His guarded expression dropped as Virgil lifted his arm out of his way. For a split second, Janus was still as he stared down at the worried look in the man's eyes, but the urgency of the situation quickly outweighed his own shock.

“Remus was my responsibility, so the injuries he caused your friend are mine to care for as well.” Janus replied softly as he started to move forward. “You do not owe me anything.”

Virgil nodded, dropping his gaze as Janus stepped past him to Roman. The prince’s eyes were wide with fear as Janus knelt beside him taking in the severity of the injury.

“Do not move your hand until I tell you.” Janus ordered in a hushed toned as he knelt next the prince. He slowed as he reached his hand underneath Roman’s elbow to feel around the edge of the red cloth he held pressed into Patton’s wound. His fingertips traced injury as he could feel the magic starting the flow through his body. “The wound is deep, but the blade missed anything vital. This is going to be a process, but I believe I can fix this with minor lingering effects.”

Roman’s eyes darted up to the reassuring look in Janus’ eyes before letting out some of the tension of white knuckles as he let out a relieved breath.

“Slowing the bleeding when you did probably saved his life, Prince Roman.” Janus whispered, deep in focus as his fingertips trailed the wound. His skin tingled as he felt Patton’s body responding to the subtle intricacies of his magic. “The blood loss could easily have killed him.”

“—Thank you?” Roman muttered uncertainly as he raised an eyebrow at Janus.

“It was simply an observation of fact.” Janus stated plainly, still focused on his task when a small wheezing gasp passed Patton’s lips. His eyes turned up to the man’s face as he stirred before looking back to Roman. “Ease up your pressure on him just a little bit.”

“You’re sure?” Roman's eyes flicked up to him hesitantly.

“Yes,” Janus whispered. “The bleeding has slowed enough that he's not in any immediate danger. There is no need to make him uncomfortable.”

Roman fidgeted with uncertainty but nodded as he eased the pressure on Patton’s abdomen. He was quiet as Janus continued, staring at the man as he turned his focus downward. The tension in the air hung heavy in the air as the rest of them held their breath, but slowly they could Patton’s unsteady breathing seemed to ease and his body relaxed on the ground.

“You can remove your hands now.”

“What?” Roman looked up in surprise as the fae finally broke the silence. Janus didn’t wait for Roman’s brain to catch up before impatiently guiding his hands off Patton as the prince stared at the bloody stain uncertainly.

“Does anyone have clean water?” Janus muttered as the others stared blankly back at him. He’d nearly had to growl a command at them again when Remy finally spoke up.

“Sure thing, babes.” Remy huffed as he tossed a waterskin to Janus.

The fae nodded back at him before ducking his head back down, still serious as he pulled a clean cloth from his own bag. The stares of the others fixated on him as Janus started to clear away the blood, eliciting a gasp from Virgil as Janus leaned back.

“What the shit—”

Janus flinched as Virgil’s voice filled the air and he rushed toward Patton. The fae’s body stilled, relaxing into a tense silence as Virgil knelt down beside him, leaning over Patton’s chest as his mouth hung agape. Virgil stared, holding his hand out over where the wound had been. His fingertips brushed Patton’s bare skin as his mouth opened and closed in disbelief at the faint scar of the wound that had healed, nearly completely.

“How did you—What did you—” Virgil sputtered as his eyes turned up to Janus. “Patton, he's—”

The fae dropped his gaze as Virgil stared at him with and incredulous expression. “Your friend will be fine. He’ll probably be sore for a few days as his body recovers from the shock, but outside of that, the effects will—”

“Remus stabbed him and there’s nothing there.” Virgil’s heart dropped in his chest as Janus avoided his gaze, but he continued to press the fae. “How did you do it?

“All of the Fair Folk have their specialties, Virgil. Despite his chosen name, Deceit’s shape-shifting is only a small portion of his true gifts.” Remy smiled, his arm curled around Logan’s shoulder for support as he regained his energy. “Bitch is practically an idol up north. They absolutely worship him.”

“That is a bit of an overstatement, Remy.” Janus muttered, rising to his feet.

“—and he’s humble, too.” Remy teased as Janus stepped away before turning back to Virgil. “He is the Dian Cecht of the Isles of the north and his skills are the tails of legends.”

“Remy, stop.” Janus muttered, stepping aside.

“Dian Cecht—” Roman whispered, turning up from Patton. “—That’s the name you gave us before.”

“I couldn’t exactly lie to you, Prince Roman. Even my set of skills doesn’t change that limitation.” Janus muttered, still clearly uncomfortable with Roman and Virgil’s attention. His eyes flitted briefly to Logan and Remy as he crossed his arms across his chest. “The name is one of the many I’ve collected through the years, though a status as a prince is a liberal interpretation of my role in the north.”

“How is that even possible?” Roman glanced over at Virgil with a question in his eyes. “You’re either a prince or you’re not.”

“Oh, girl. Now, I know yer daddy raised you smarter than that, Roman.” Remy smirked, leaving Logan to wrap his arm around Janus as he stared uncomfortably at the ground. “Fae politics are a little more intricate than the powerplay you humans like to engage in. Janus here hails from one of the most powerful fae families in the world and he stands to inherit the head of household should his one or two bastards in that shitstorm finally kick the bucket.”

“Remy—”

Remy paused, rubbing the fae’s shoulder as Janus tensed. His voice dropped as he looked down at Janus standing rigidly underneath him. “Too far, Jan?”

Janus tipped his head up, mouth open as he struggled to find the right words.

“Thank you.”

All heads followed Janus' shocked gaze as he turned down to Virgil. He held his breath as his eyes glistened in the morning light.

“I don’t care who you are, but he’s alive.” Virgil whispered, brushing aside Patton’s disheveled hair as he looked up at Janus. “I-I’m still not okay with what you’ve done but if what Logan and Rem say is true, this is a start to making things right. So—thank you, I guess.”

Janus blinked as Virgil stared up at him with genuine gratitude and his anxiety seemed to ease slightly. “You’re welcome.”

“Virgil?”

Virgil’s attention immediately dropped to Patton as his soft voice interrupted their conversation. “Shit, Patton—Are you okay?”

“I’m—” A weak smile appeared on Patton’s face as he raised a hand to his face to wipe at his eyes. He paused, smile faltering at the sight of the blood on his hand as he pushed himself upright. “I’m okay, I think. What happened?”

Virgil’s shoulders dropped in relief as Patton stilled, staring at the bloody tear in his shirt. “You lost your goddamn mind and attacked Remus with nothing but your bare h—"

Patton’s eyes went wide as the memory came rushing back and he glanced around them manically. “Remus, is he—”

“He’s gone, Pat. Relax, Logan got rid of him.” Virgil whispered as he reached his arm up around Patton’s shoulders as his eyes darted around the faces staring back at him. Slowly, Virgil seemed to get Patton to relax into his chest as his shock seemed to fade and he curled into Virgil’s side. Virgil squeezed him tightly letting out a long sigh. “You scared the shit out of me, Pat. Goddamn, what were you thinking?”

Patton hesitated. A faint smile appeared on his face as his eyes flitted up to his friends’ faces as they surrounded him for a before turning back to Virgil. His eyes softened as he noticed the streaks of redness on Virgil’s face from his crying. “—You couldn’t move, Virgil. I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

“Pat—” Virgil muttered, staring down at him in disbelief. “—You could have died.”

Patton smirked as he leaned into Virgil's shoulder. “You would have done the same for me, Virgil.”

“In a heartbeat, but I’m an idiot.” Virgil whispered, resting his head on Patton’s shoulder in exasperation. “You’re supposed to know better than me.”

“Not when you’re in trouble.” Patton chuckled, resting his head on Virgil’s as he leaned. “I don’t ever want to think about losing you, Virgil. I wasn’t going to take any chances that he was going to hurt you.”

“Whatever,” Virgil muttered with an over-exaggerated sigh. “Just don’t get stabbed next time you save my life.”

“Stabbed?” Patton blinked, sitting up. He reached down to the bloody tear in his shirt, pressing his hand into his abdomen. The memory of the burning feeling in his side as Remus rolled on top of him rushed to the front of his mind. “Wait, how—”

“Janus used his abilities to speed up the healing process, Patton.” Logan’s eyes shifted to the tall fae lingering in the shadows behind them, eyes on the ground as he listened to their conversation.

Patton’s confusion shifted to a warm smile as his eyes fell on Janus. Gently, he pulled back from Virgil as the man reluctantly released him. He beamed as he raised a hand up to Virgil’s jaw, taking a moment as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Virgil’s temple. He chuckled as Virgil looked up at him with a shell-shocked expression as he slowly rose to his feet. With a smug smile, he turned to walk over to Janus, feeling Virgil’s eyes trail after him as he went.

“Janus?” Patton slowed on his approach as the man tensed, tipping his eyes up to Patton’s excited smile. The smaller man took another step closer as Janus stood up off the tree he was leaning against, still eyeing him cautiously. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Patton.” Janus whispered after a moment. His shoulders relaxed slightly as the man continue to stare at him with genuine sparkle in his eye. “Though arguably I should actually be apologizing to you. Remus should never have gotten that much freedom.”

“It’s not your fault, kiddo.” Patton giggled as Janus raised an eyebrow at the phrase. He took another step forward, holding out his arms. “May I give you a hug?”

Janus’ head tipped up quickly. Confusion mixed with his already cautious thoughts as his muscles went rigid, staring at the smile of the man in front of him. “I’m not—”

“You don’t have to,” Patton held up his hands as he sensed Janus’ hesitation. He could see Patton withdraw slightly, respecting his boundary. “I know you don’t know me all that well, but I thought maybe you’d want a little—”

“It’s fine.” Janus whispered, glancing cautiously at the man in front of him as his eyes shined bright. “I, um—"

Patton perked up as Janus dropped his arms from where they were crossed across his chest. “Really?”

Still hesitant, he swayed as he avoided Patton’s gaze. All the same, he answered with a nod, bracing himself as Patton stepped forward slowly. Janus’ muscles tensed as Patton’s arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Janus.” Patton whispered with a smile.

Janus blinked, unsure how handle Patton’s gentle warmth as he continued to embrace him. Slowly, his nervousness started to fade and his lips twisted into a small smile. “It is nice to meet you as well, Patton.”

Patton leaned back, releasing him. He smiled at the subtle smile on Janus’ face as leaned his shoulder into the tree next to him, noticeably less anxious than before.

“Alright, love. Hate to interrupt the sweet moment ya’ll are having over there, I think we have to start moving.” Remy chimed in glancing at everyone’s exhausted faces. “I don’t think any of us fancy the idea of having to wait another month to finish this for good.”

Logan looked up from where he stood with Roman, glancing at Janus before turning back to Remy. “Can we still make it in time?”

“We got plenty of time, babes.” Remy smirked, moving confidently in the middle of them. “though we’d best not waste anymore of our precious minute. We have a war to end.”

“Janus seemed to think that we were pressed for time.” Logan raised an eyebrow at them both as Janus shook his head and Remy smirked at him.

“That was before I was here, babes.” Remy purred with a powerful smile as he flashed a glance at Janus’ disapproving stare. His shadows swirled around him as his eyes flashed pink. “We’re taking a shortcut.”

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Chapter warnings: Drugging/Passing out, Weapons, Mind Control, Injuries, Stabbing, Blood, Knife, Not being able to breathe, Sexual innuendo/Jokes, Panic/Anxiety, Death of a Major Character (Kinda, since it's not the real Remus), Romantic contact, Kissing (Let me know If I missed anything!)

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A Slice of Comfort

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: December is a busy month and Tony and Steve spend the days separately, engrossed in their own work, until one text message.

length: 1 522

a/n: Merry Christmas! I am kinda putting my personal feelings into this fic, because as every year, December is a nightmare at work. anyway, hope you will stay safe and find a lot of joy in the Holidays! this fic isn’t based on any prompt, but was inspired by one of my exchanges with blue!anon and the cute pizza gif :D once again, Merry Christmas!

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A Slice of Comfort

WHUMP.

"What the-?!" Tony jolted his head up, bleary eyes coming to focus. He looked around, slowly realizing that he was down in his workshop, a holographic screen in front of him and a ton of papers scattered all around. No immediate threat, just this throbbing pain in his forehead, when he had lost the fight against staying awake and slammed his head into the desk.

"Ow," Tony whined miserably, rubbing his forehead, trying to soothe the pain. December was a weird month. It could be the greatest when one was a kid, looking forward to the Holiday days, but became one of the most stressful times in adult life, when the Holidays coupled with the year ending and finishing all business work. Tucked in the corner of his lab, was a Christmas tree, real and smelling of a forest. It was in its most natural state for now as he still didn't find the time to decorate it with silver and blue ornaments, and as much as he loved Dummy, he didn't trust him with this task, his special bot setting on fire things just by standing next to them. That was some rare talent, Tony didn't figure out yet.

Tony had been working a lot, slept a little and finally, it had to gain on him. He just hoped he won't get a bruise on his forehead because that wouldn't be an attractive look for the annual Avengers and friends Christmas party. Festive food, gleaming decorations, and the biggest Christmas tree they could fit into the Avengers conference room. Tony was looking forward to those few days of comfort.

Speaking of comfort…

Tony could use some comfort. But his source of comfort was a lot of floors up, stuck in his own work environment, probably grounded during one of the infamous debriefings that went on and on. Even if Steve thrived in such setting, it was draining to take part and there were a lot of such meetings scheduled to happen before the end of the year.

Still, Tony would take his chance. The worst would happen was Steve not texting him back.

‘Hey’

A simple message. Keep it short, in case Steve was too busy.

‘Hey, what’

A short message in reply just seconds after. Tony stared at the screen, knowing that Steve was busy, but this sounded cold and before he could decide to not bother his husband anymore, another message showed.

‘’S up, babe?’

The rest of the sentence. Tony’s lips quirked into a smile because of course, Steve was always loving. And Tony should be equally loving in return.

‘Not much. Resting my eyes from work. Could use some comfort rn’

‘Oh. Don’t worry, on the way’

Tony’s smile grew together with the warm feeling inside him. No matter how busy Steve was, he always managed to find some time for him. Seeing that that was settled, Tony just sent a red heart emoji, receiving a blue one back, and put his phone away. There was this pain in his back, so he stretched, reaching his hands up, thinking that before Steve would show himself he should get some work done, before who knows when he would resume. Feeling a new boost of energy, Tony sat back at the workbench.

After nearly 40 minutes, there was some knocking on the glass door. Tony didn’t understand, because Steve had his personal code, but maybe it was part of the fun. Like, waiting for your date to show up at the doorstep. Tony smiled fondly, thinking that Steve could be all orders and strictness, but was a romantic deep down, and romance wasn’t something they had a lot in their superhero lives. Tony went to unlock the door, just to find out that it wasn’t Steve on the other side.

“Huh,” was all Tony could say looking at Agent Coulson. In a dark suit, as always, smiling coyly at him. It was that smile that threw Tony off his balance.

“Mr. Stark,” Coulson nodded politely.

“Agent Coulson,” Tony nodded back.

“Captain Rogers sends his regards,” the agent continued, pointing Tony’s attention to a pizza box, one Tony didn’t notice before.

Well…

Taking a step back, Tony let Coulson walk in and set the pizza down on one of the work tables. So many questions and Tony couldn’t ask them. What was more, instead of leaving already, Coulson stopped at the table and looked at Tony, still smiling in a weird manner, looking oddly proud.

“What, you waiting for a tip?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Coulson smiled brighter as if just waiting for Tony to snark at him and being satisfied with what he got. “Good day, Mr. Stark,” he said and finally started to leave Tony’s sanctuary.

“Yeah,” Tony said to himself, but mock saluted Coulson on his way out, making the agent’s steps lighter.

So, basically, Steve had used one of the best, if not the best, agents SHIELD has ever hired to work as a glorified pizza boy. And the said pizza boy looked delighted with receiving direct orders from Captain America. Seriously, Tony had to fight an urge to chase Coulson down the corridor and wave his wedding ring into the agent’s face, but he was above such acts of childish jealousy.

The scent of tomato sauce and melted cheese distracted him. Cautiously, Tony made his way to the box, weary of Steve’s taste in pizza and not trusting it, being a firm believer that pineapple on a pizza was a federal crime, and flipped the lid open as if expecting pineapple to punch him in the face. None of that happened. Pepperoni slices, doused in a hot sauce squirted as a smile, looked at him invitingly.

Tony wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, that wasn’t what he ordered (pun intended) and Steve instead of bringing his ass to the workshop, sent pizza as if silencing him with food. On the other hand, the hunger pangs in his stomach started and Tony efficiently had quieted them with work and caffeine, but couldn’t control it anymore, not when the scent of hot and delicious pizza was filling his whole workshop.

Well, that wasn’t the slice of comfort, but he would take a slice of pizza anyway.

Or maybe more than one slice.

Fueled on pizza Tony kept working until evening and it was then when he finally saw Steve. Back on their floor, his soldier still engrossed in some paperwork which Tony interrupted by dumping the pizza box in the middle of the documents.

“This wasn’t what I meant,” Tony said simply, taking a stern approach.

Steve blinked, smiling from the couch at his husband, showing tired, blue eyes that sparked in amusement. “But you still ate it, right?”

Tony narrowed his eyes, not liking how easily Steve could read through him. When it came to food, Tony’s mind worked in a simple way - he saw food, he ate it. There was no point in wasting a good pizza and pout that your husband was too busy for an impromptu make out.

“Not the point,” Tony answered in an offended voice, but still made his way to Steve and sat on his lap, straddling the soldier. He put his head on Steve’s shoulder, efficiently blocking the way to the documents, just like a very stubborn cat. Steve allowed that and leaned to the back and wrapped hands around his husband, putting them at the small of Tony’s back. It was so comforting and they both took a deep breath, feeling as if it was the first one today.

Steve turned his head and whispered into Tony’s ear, lips brushing over the shell. “I am guessing you didn’t leave me any pizza?”

Tony’s shoulders shook with a laugh because it was one of the least sexy things said in the sexiest way. “You don’t like hot sauce. You say it burns your tongue.”

“Oh, so you did it for my well being?”

“Correct.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Steve praised in an exaggerated way, kissing his husband’s jawline.

That was nice. The flickering lights in the background, coming from their private Christmas tree reminded Tony that he should be nice too. “Thanks for the pizza. I was getting hungry down there.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve said happily, already knowing that Tony appreciated that, but it was nice to hear him say the words. “Just for the record, you would be happier to see me than pizza, right?”

The answer should be obvious. Just Tony took a second too long to answer when he thought about the divine combo of melted mozzarella and spicy pepperoni on a thin crust. “Well - ack!” Tony yelped, suddenly knocked down on the couch, yelp changing into laughter when hands latched to his sides and quick fingers kneaded the soft skin. “AH! Waitwait hahahaa! I dihihihidn’t say anythihihing!”

And Tony didn’t have to, because Steve knew the answer anyway, but he needed his own slice of comfort and he kept smiling beautifully as he watched Tony wriggle and laugh underneath him. And Tony, just like Steve, would deny his husband anything.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #merry christmas!#tickle fic #briefly at the end #ticklish!tony #tony stark is ticklish #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #humor #humor and fluff #domestic fluff

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“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” Young mischievous Thomas and Francis crashing his parents’ party?

Thomas & Francis General #40: “Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

(Just fyi,, I haven’t proofread this and it was written at 2am so if it makes no sense I apologise!! XD But yeh,, I enjoyed this one!! Also tiny bit of underage drinking, literally just kids sipping their parents drinks.)

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“Cousin, this is a rather poor idea!” Little 10 year old Thomas said. He shivered in the cold night as he leant back against a tree, trying hard not to dirty the jacket of his best suit.

“Hush, Thomas!’ Francis clambered up over a fallen tree and reached down to take the young Thomas by the wrist and pull him up. “Won’t it be wonderful: To see, once and for all, what these events are like!”

The boys continued their trek through the woods towards Francis’ home, determined in their efforts to explore the adult world.

Francis was meant to be staying the night at the Thorne’s large country home as his parent’s hosted the party of the season at theirs. He’d been taken to Thomas’ in the late afternoon and ordered to stay; to spend the night playing games with his cousin and get an early night.

And yet, once the servants had shut the boys in Thomas’ bedroom having provided them with warm milk and extra blankets, Francis had pulled Thomas back up, thrown him his Sunday best clothes, and dragged him towards the bedroom window.

“I’ll go first, then you jump after, yes?” Francis had said. He’d lifted the window open with ease and dropped carefully onto the floor below before holding his arms up to Thomas. “Come, cousin! Jump and I’ll catch you!”

“Where are we going?” Thomas had shouted down to him, climbing out anyway.

So they headed through the woods for the half an hour walk to Francis’ house only down the road, twigs and leaves crunching beneath their perfectly polished shoes.

Thomas was well known for following precisely what his slightly older, and much more popular cousin told him to do. As terrible an idea as trudging through the forest in the middle of the night to crash a ball that children were most definitely not allowed to was, Thomas couldn’t help but feel the anticipation mixed with nerves rise in his chest as the glow from the large open windows of the Button’s house came into view through the dappled trees.

The boys jumped the beautifully manicured hedge into the garden of the Button Family’s huge manor house. They tiptoed through the bushes, ducking and diving to avoid the gaze of high-society members talking in the gardens.

Upon finally reaching the ballroom, both boys were struck by the deafening noise of the ton talking and laughing and the delightful undertones of the string quartet playing on stage.

Thomas gazed up in awe at the variety of flowing sophisticated dresses and sharp suits that graced the forms of his society higher-ups, safe in the knowledge that he’d soon be donning his best clothes to join the merriments.

“Here, cousin!” Francis tapped him on the shoulder, breaking him from the transfixed stare he had on the others. “Eat this!” Francis thrust a small jam and cream cake into his hand. Thomas took a bite. He could’ve fainted: if parties were always like this, he never wanted to leave. Forget being a boisterous ten year old, what was that compared to the heaven of flowing music, perfectly delicious food, and the swell of pleasantries exchanged between society friends.

“Cousin!” Thomas was once again awoken from daydream by Francis pressing something into his hand but this time something that thoroughly shocked naive Thomas: a small flute of champagne.

“Cousin, we mustn’t!” Thomas exclaimed.

“Why not? How fun is this?” Francis took a swig of champagne as if it were orange juice around the family breakfast table. Attempting to copy his more mature cousin, Thomas took a mouthful, immediately descending into splutters as the champagne fizzled up his nose.

“Master Francis!” A voice called out. Both boys scrambled to drop their glasses onto the table and smooth down their clothes to look as presentable as two ten year olds in oversized suits at a party well out of their depth could look.

“You shouldn’t be down here, Master Francis!” A man in an elegant tuxedo approached the boys: Lord Seabrooke - one of the most powerful men in the high-society world Thomas and Francis were about to grow into. A firm but fair man, one that two ten year old boys certainly wouldn’t want to cross. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, boys?”

Thomas was about to speak up, apologise to his Lordship before sheepishly hiding behind the drinks table, but Francis got there first.

“Actually, your Lordship, my mother has given us permission to have a little look around,” Francis said confidently.

“She did say that,” Thomas agreed, modding slightly less self-assured than his wilful cousin.

“Did she now?” Lord Seabrooke scoffed. “Pray tell, why would your rather honourable mother possibly allow two boys to wander around her delightful ball?”

“Indeed, your Lordship,” Francis claimed. “Mother has been trying to prepare us for our entry into society. She says we are to observe the ball and study for our entry into society.”

“The pair of you shan’t enter the ton for at least another decade,” Lord Seabrooke commented.

“Yes, well,” Francis said as confidently as ever. “The more preparation the better, and some of us need it more than others.” He turned and glanced Thomas up and down, his eyes burning judgement into his cousin’s form. Lord Seabrooke followed his gaze, his eyes settling on the scuffed hole in the knee of Thomas’ best suit - he must have done it climbing through the woods.

“Hmm. Well, I suppose if your mother has allowed this, I shan’t impose.”

“Thomas Henry Thorne!” A voice screeched from across the hall, her voice rising high above the clamour of the ballroom. The boys whipped around to watch Thomas’ mother, Violet, marching her way across the dance floor fury in her eyes.

“What, in all that’s holy, are you doing here?” She caught a handful of Thomas’ jacket material, swiping at Francis as well as she barrelled the boys out of the room and into a nearby study slamming the door behind them. “What do you think you’re doing, boys! I left the two of you at home under strict instruction! How did you even get here?”

“Well, it was quite the adventure, mother!” Thomas was overcome with the trepidation of his trip through the woods and the excitement and wonder at seeing his first ever ball.

“I care not for what adventures you’ve been on!” Violet hissed. “How did you think this would be a good idea? You know you’re not allowed here!”

“If I may, can I at least tell my side of the story?” Thomas queried. Violet shot him a glare before he started. “You see, we were talking about what parties are like and wanted to see.”

He turned towards Francis, who was also glaring, debating how best to approach his mother’s interrogations. He took a deep breath, bracing himself.

“It was Francis.”

“You fiend!” Francis swiped at Thomas hitting him squarely in the chest. “This was your idea as much as mine!”

“Poppycock! Cousin took me through the woodland and said no one would question us here, which of course Lord Seabrooke, the nosy old git, proved wrong.”

“Thomas Thorne!” Violet snapped. “How dare you, young man! He is a respected member of society, working to ensure that our family are behaving respectfully. He was well within his right to accost you for galavanting around the Button’s party like wild animals.”

“But mother, we are simply preparing for our presentation to the ton!” Thomas cried.

“That is merely the lie you told the Honorable Seabrooke, do not think you shall fool me too!” Violet said. “Francis, I expect this from you.” Francis scoffed and went to object, before Violet waved him away. “But Thomas, this is simply unacceptable from you!”

“Mother, please just let us stay,” Thomas begged, moments from dropping to his knees and praying to her. “It’s just so perfect and romantic and gorgeous. I just cannot wait until we’re presented!”

“I have already requested a carriage, and Alistair has been told you’re on your way back.”

Thomas cringed, well aware that head servant Alistair would not be best pleased with his young master sneaking out the window. In fact, Thomas was quite sure Alistair’s face would turn the most pleasing shade of purple he often did when Thomas misbehaved, working incredibly hard to keep his fury in check.

The short carriage ride back to Thomas’ was spent mostly in silence as the two boys contemplated their adventure out and the reality of being able to one day enter society along with his parents.

Francis finally broke the silence: “it was worth it, though!”

“Oh, utterly!” The boys broke into fits of grins and giggles.

#bbc ghosts #ficbymax

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Statement of R. Cantor, regarding his experience with a deranged killer in an unnamed area of woods in California, in 2012. Statement given 21 October, 2014. Recording by Jonathan Simms, head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Statement begins:

I was on a camping trip with some friends out in the woods near Idyllwild in California. It was me and my friends Sam W., Stanley Y. and Louis S. staying in a couple of tents, when Sam pulled out some magic mushrooms. Now I know they’re illegal, but I’m fine telling you because it was two years ago on a different continent, so i don’t really care. I was 29 at this point, I’d been out of college for years and i hadn’t used any drugs since then, and I figured why not? It’s a camping trip, what could go wrong? Little did I know, everything would change that night.

I don’t know exactly how long it took, but I know that not long after taking those shrooms I was out cold, and when I woke up, I was in the middle of the woods and the tent and fire pit were nowhere to be seen. It took me a while to realise that neither were my friends. The night was unbelievably dark, it almost seemed unnatural, I couldn’t even see any stars. The intense darkness reminded me of the torch on my phone, but just my luck, it was dead. I was just beginning to panic when out of the corner of my eye I saw him.

He was about 30 feet back and I just knew he was following me. He was maybe 5’9, I couldn’t get a great look at him because it was so dark. At that point he did about the most terrifying thing possible, he got down on all fours like some sort of animal, and started sprinting towards me like a tiger. I was frozen. Of course I was frozen, what can you do in a situation like that? I began looking for any sign of my friends, or my car or even a road, but I was all turned around. And then he was upon me. He had a knife, and he had blood on his face. There was blood everywhere.

I ran as fast as I could from that freak of a man. I ran for my life, because I’m my heart I already knew he had killed my friends. I ran for what felt like hours, until I eventually realised he wasn’t following me anymore. This did give me a bit of relief, but I was still lost in the dark woods, stranded with a murderer.

It was at that point that I found what I thought would be my saving grace: a small cottage, with a light coming from inside. I crept towards what I believed was my salvation, when I heard a dull *thunk*, and a burning hot pain shot through my leg. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a bear trap in action, but standing in one is without a doubt the most excruciatingly painful thing I have ever felt. It tore through the tendons and muscles in my lower calf, and completely snapped both the bones, right above my ankle. I ended up losing the foot, and I know you and your people must have been wondering about my limp when I walked in, and it’s because I’m wearing a prosthetic.

After managing to tear myself away from the bear trap, I limped closer to the place that I had thought would be my solace, but I was slowly beginning to realise what it must be. Peeking through the ajar door, I could see the maniac inside scraping a rock against the sharp end of an axe. In the light of the fire I saw his face clearly for the first time. I couldn’t quite place it, but I could have sworn I recognised him from somewhere.

I knew this would be my only chance. I remembered taking some martial arts classes a few months ago, a colleague of mine had been attacked and it had scared me so badly that I took some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu classes. I snuck up behind him and pulled him into a sleeper hold. I knew that I would have to kill him if I ever wanted to get out of here alive. He struggled as much as a man taken by surprise who couldn’t breath could, but in the end I managed to stun him enough to wrestle his knife away from him, and I stuck it straight into his side. I had beaten him.

At this point my leg was bleeding pretty badly, so I began limping back into the woods, half dragging myself in whatever direction felt right, leaving a blood trail as I went. I paused for a second to lean against a tree and regain some strength. As I leaned on the tree, I felt the intense cold of a metal barrel press into my temple; a gun. Instinctively I grabbed it and pulled the arm holding it with all the night I could manage and I slammed my stalker onto the cold forest ground. His gun flew into the darkness, and in his shock he dropped the axe he was holding at my feet.

I scrambled to grab the axe and started swinging wildly. I may have taken a few MMA classes but that doesn’t prepare you to swing a heavy axe at a man, so I was unprepared for the weight, and my swings were clumsy and slow. A smile spread across his face, as he cockily ducked and dodge every swing I made. I realised that he was playing with me, so I had to use his confidence against him. I made a weak swing that he could easily dodge, but that was the plan, while he began to move left after my swipe, I turned and swung right as hard as my fatigued, injured body allowed me to.

The smile on his face didn’t have time to fade as the blade connected with his neck, and as his head rolled onto the dank ground that terrifying grin refused to fade, and I realised I knew why he looked so familiar. As realisation struck, a set of headlights appeared with red and blue flickering at the top. I collapsed to the ground, the blood loss from my leg finally taking my strength. Victorious, I looked into the sky and saw that the stars had returned. I had defeated Shia Lebouf.

Statement ends.

Mr. Robert Cantor was admitted to the Idyllwild health centre with a severed foot and severe blood loss. He made a full recovery before moving to the United Kingdom in 2013. His story lines up with both his hospital admission and the deaths of Samuel Witwicki, Stanley Yelnats, Louis Stevens as well as Hollywood superstar Shia Lebouf. The death of Mr. Lebouf was very publicly reported, and rumours of a homicidal and cannabalistic rampage at the end of his life have spread ever since. It seems Mr. Cantor is the only victim to escape the rampage of Shia Lebouf, as the cabin described in his statement was later found by LAPD, where they discovered the remains of over 40 campers, all partially eaten.

Normally I would just chalk this up to a regular human psychosis enduced murder spree, were it not for the fact that he had put the brain of every single of his victims into jars. He had inscribed each of them with a phrase. With the exception of the 3 friends of Mr. Cantor, every single brain had “to remember the thrill of the hunt” carved into them.

End recording.

#this is my TMA fic #a statement about the hunt #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #magnuspod #martin blackwood #tma spoilers #the hunt #shia lebouf

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Bringing a World of Adventure Hunting in to Your Home

Not everyone is not living in a position to wander the woods, desert, beach or ruins. I had that situation at one point in my life. And yes its depressing. And when you read others doing all these things its can really get to you. However there are a huge number of things yo CAN do to counteract the depression. Lets visit a good many of these things:

1) Everyone’s first Go-to is Roleplaying. Be its table-top or online. But not all Online games bring out the true desire to adventure, as they are limited to telling a specific story. As such I suggest avoiding using game maps and make you own real maps. Right down and study any runes in the game, study the magic tech in the game, write side stories of your character that can not be done in game. Create a history to the character you made. Some games are limited what you character looks like. Draw your own character and hang it by your game station.

2) If you have adventure wear, wear it about the house/apartment. Does not have to be all of it. Boots, a shirt, a vest, tunic, wristbands, cloak

3) If you have the money and talent turn kitchen into a tavern or saloon, line shelfs with bottles and plates and other tavern/saloon wear. Avoid cheese props. Study movie sets and get ideas from that.

4) Likewise turn your bedroom into an Inn room. Go ristic and simple with natural colors and materials

5) Burn in a cauldron or censor wood chips, herbs and incense,

6) Hang posters of nature about the walls in natural wood frames. If you can obtain some old wood window frames, you that as your poster frames. If possible find images of nature on line and print them out. Try to make all the images co-inside, so its looks like you are looking out into the same view. Change the posters with the seasons if possible

7) Place realistic life-size animals about your home: Snake, turtle, mice, birds, chipmunks, insects. If you have a ficus tree or a cluster of plants, place a birds nest with eggs in it

8) Play sound effects and ambient sounds in the house. Youtibe and other sites have a plethora of ambiance and sounds from cave to camp sites, tavern sounds, market squares, pirate ships, forests

9) Add a fountain/s in your home. Fountain pumps can be bought anywhere these days,

10) Terrariums! Make them and add them to your home. Even of the plants are fake

11) Aquariums! If your adventurous aestheic love is the see or any water setting like ponds, these are fantastic to have. And do not limit yourself to just fish: Crabs, snails, turtles, frogs, lizards, snakes. Even if you are not allowed to have pes, build an aquarium anywhere. The flow of the water from the filtar moving the plants can lend to the imagination

12) Wood, tin and copper and wrought iron objects

13) Leather bound books. Line a shelf with them,

14) Candles and lanterns. Some people can not have things where they live for safety mode. Even if you never burn them, have a cluster of candles anyway. Just the look of lanterns and candles plays with the mind. You can also invest in battery ones but I think they are silly looking

15) Bowls of fruit: Wood bowls and real fruits and nuts about the house.

16) Seasonal and year round garlands and wreaths about the house. Clusters of ferns. If you do not have a green thumb, go fake if need be. Ferns and spider plans are my fave.

17) Drift wood and moss covered wood.

18) If you have your own Adventure clothes and gear do not bury it in a closet. Get a mannequin and display it,

19) Fur, leather, blankets, wool, sheepskin throws and pillows.

20) Banners and tapestries

21) Invest in a couple of mortar & pestle sets, one for the kitchen and one for the bathroom is you have the room. (Confession: I collect them)

22) Hang herbs and dry plants in the kitchen.

23) Clay pots and assorted pottery about the house. Try to sick with OLD looking styles. Check out some sites or books on ancient styles for an idea

24) Antlers add a wonderful feel to ambience. Even if fake. Now they are made into door handles, draw knobs and so much more. (DO NO go hung deer and elk JUST for their racks)

25) Bowls and vases of snail shells, acorns, pine cones,

26) Rolls and displays of maps,

17) Glass and Ceramic bottles: Display a few or better yet, use them! fill them with shampoos, liquid soaps, drinks and what ever else you use and look at daily

18) Old style dip pens and ink vials on your desk along with scrolls of parchment and an old leather bound journal,

19) Color glass baubles like the ones at christmas time and “witch balls” These are great if your Aesthetic is the sea or in the Witchy profession,

20) Wood wand display. Not talking about Harry Potter here. Do a little reserach and find or make a REAL one. Display it on your desk or mantle staff. If you have a set, even better.

21) A Statue of an ancient god,

22) Baskets and wicker to hold things

23) Metal goblets and drinking horns

24) If you have one or several hand your shields on the walls,

25) Oil hurricane lamps,

24) Hang and display Gourds about. If you know how to carve and stain gourds, all the better,

25) Birds houses. In the house?? Sure, why not?

26) Feathers. Sometimes just a vase of ling feathers helps. If they are feathers you find in your walks, just as better. Each one has a story

28) Bowls of rocks. Not only does this bring the natural world in but its said that a bowl of rocks by the door and window wards off negativity.

29) Old wood boxes. Just do not collect them but USE them. put whatever in them as storage. Afraid you will forget what’s in it??? All the better. There is your treasure at the end of your search.

30) Corn dollies. These folk cultural dolls and designs have their roots into the ancient world. a display of them, especially during the late summer, really invokes the harvest season

31) Ceramic and wood bake ware in the kitchen. Ads a rustic tavern feel. This could include bread boards and bowls, wood spoons, rolling pins,

32) Replace DVD covers with parchment or wood texture covers. Sometimes a wall of game and DVD cases can kill an ambiance you are striving for. If you can not print out all these coves, hang a tapestry over your shelf unit or add wood shutter doors

33) Cover your library of bright color books with leather, paper of plether, No access to leather? See of someone has an old leather jacket they are ditching you can cut up

34) Wood flutes, harps, ocarinas, pan pips, lyres and rustic drums add to a great tavern-ish display.

35) A tall vase of cattails gives ambiance for this that over adventures in places like rivers and lakes,

36) If you have a collection of crystals, sea glass and gemstones, show them off in a wood box or basket,

37) Halloween Witch bottles add to the adventure appel. (I have a buhnch and have all my teas in them,

38) Fancy yourself an Librarian or treasure seeker? Have a display of “artifacts” like (potters, tiles, scales, bones, glass, wood), Find some broken pottery shards and make them look like Greek pottery. If you sculpt make a remnant of a state or a bone or prehistoric tooth. Create your own artifacts and put stories to them.

39) Hang a bunch of leather sachets and small bags from a hook or sit them on a shelf,

40) Find yourself a rustic tea set,

41) Collect vintage clay and wood tops. Tops have been around since ancient Assyria and Babylon.

42) Display a collection of carving tools or depending on your likes, a small anvil and hammer,

43) Hand on hoots of rack by your door or wall woven wicker hats, leather caps and witch/witch hat, head wreaths,

44) Display an old stick/straw/grass broom head wreaths,

45) Display a helm or helmet you have in a place that speaks “I am at the ready”

46) Fold a small stack of old burlap bags and place on a shelf and use them to store things like potatoes and onions,

47) Display and basket of wood knitting needles and wool,

48) Grow plants, flowers, herbs and small trees. Even small pots of just grass adds a sense of nature and Adventure (The ancient Greeks would grow grass for their New Years Eve celebration) I have lemon trees in my windows I grew from seeds.

49) A Fish Net works great to add an aesthetic look to your space.

50) If nothing more find an artist and have him/her draw your aesthetic self as you see yourself in different poses, gear and situations. Blow thing up power size and hang them about your space

51) If you can not do any of this, create a physical scrap book of pictures and images that’s screams your aesthetic ideals. Visit it daily and add to it.

NOTE: While all these ideas are great starts, DO NOT over do it. Less is more. Rustic and simple. Avoid cheesy plastic props and things like signs screaming “I am a Proud Viking!” Investigate films, movies and history into your aesthetic loves and the world behind it. Do not create clutter. Make you space livable and function to your NEEDS. Make you space your home, not a museum. If your space is cluttered and does not bring you a feel of your Aesthetic feelings you may need to pull back on some of your props.

#aesthetics #aesthetic #decoration #decorations #adventurecore #adventure #adventure aesthetic #Adventure Hunter #home #house #apartment

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Holy Day Meditation, 4/4/21 e.v.

April 4, 2021 æ.v. Dies Solis,

☉︎ 15° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 21° ♑︎ : ☉︎ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ æ.n.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

The Day of Zayin, the Day of the Lovers

Hebrew Letter: Zayin

Numerical Value as Letter: 7

Numerical Value as Word: 67/717 (Zayin+Yod+Nun or Zayin+Yod+Nun [fin.])

Meaning: Sword, ornament, weapon.

Thoth Card: The Lovers (Atu VI)

Alternate Title: The Brothers, The Children of the Voice, The Oracle of the Mighty Gods.

Image:

Correspondences:

Tree of Life Path Association: Key 17 - Tiphareth to Binah (from Sephira 6-3)

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Element: Air

Egyptian Godforms: Various twin Deities, Rekht, Merti, Heru-Ra-Ha

Geomantic Figure: Albus

Gemstones: Alexandrite, Tourmaline, Iceland Spar

Perfumes: Wormwood, Mastic

Plants: Hybrids, Orchids, Laurel, Bending Vervain

Animals: Magpie, hybrids, Parrot, Zebra, Penguin

Colors:

King Scale – Orange

Queen Scale – Pale Mauve

Prince Scale – New yellow leather

Princess Scale – Reddish grey inclined to mauve

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

The Oracle of the Gods is the Child-Voice of Love in thine own Soul! hear thou it! Heed not the Siren-Voice of Sense, or the Phantom-Voice of Reason: rest in Simplicity, and listen to the Silence!

Mnemonic:

To each his Understanding sooth discovers Wordless: your mode, immortal Twins and Lovers!

Recommended Text for Meditation:

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente Sub Figura LXV, cap. 2

Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente

A.˙.A.˙. Publication in Class A. Imprimatur: N. Fra A.˙. A.˙.

1.I passed into the mountain of lapis-lazuli, even as a green hawk between the pillars of turquoise that is seated upon the throne of the East.

2. So came I to Duant, the starry abode, and I heard voices crying aloud.

3. O Thou that sittest upon the Earth! (so spake a certain Veiled One to me) thou art not greater than thy mother! Thou speck of dust infinitesimal!

Thou art the Lord of Glory, and the unclean dog.

4. Stooping down, dipping my wings, I came unto the darkly-splendid abodes. There in that formless abyss was I made a partaker of the Mysteries Averse.

5. I suffered the deadly embrace of the Snake and of the Goat; I paid the infernal homage to the shame of Khem.

6. Therein was this virtue, that the One became the all.

7. Moreover I beheld a vision of a river. There was a little boat thereon; and in it under purple sails was a golden woman, an image of Asi wrought in finest gold. Also the river was of blood, and the boat of shining steel. Then I loved her; and, loosing my girdle, cast myself into the stream.

8. I gathered myself into the little boat, and for many days and nights did I love her, burning beautiful incense before her.

9. Yea! I gave her of the flower of my youth.

10. But she stirred not; only by my kisses I defiled her so that she turned to blackness before me.

11. Yet I worshipped her, and gave her of the flower of my youth.

12. Also it came to pass, that thereby she sickened, and corrupted before me. Almost I cast myself into the stream.

13. Then at the end appointed her body was whiter than the milk of the stars, and her lips red and warm as the sunset, and her life of a white heat like the heat of the midmost sun.

14. Then rose she up from the abyss of Ages of Sleep, and her body embraced me. Altogether I melted into her beauty and was glad.

15. The river also became the river of Amrit, and the little boat was the chariot of the flesh, and the sails thereof the blood of the heart that beareth me, that beareth me.

16. O serpent woman of the stars! I, even I, have fashioned Thee from a pale image of fine gold.

17. Also the Holy One came upon me, and I beheld a white swan floating in the blue.

18. Between its wings I sate, and the æons fled away.

19. Then the swan flew and dived and soared, yet no whither we went.

20. A little crazy boy that rode with me spake unto the swan, and said:

21. Who art thou that dost float and fly and dive and soar in the inane? Behold, these many æons have passed; whence camest thou? Whither wilt thou go?

22. And laughing I chid him, saying: No whence! No whither!

23. The swan being silent, he answered: Then, if with no goal, why this eternal journey?

24. And I laid my head against the Head of the Swan, and laughed, saying: Is there not joy ineffable in this aimless winging? Is there not weariness and impatience for who would attain to some goal?

25. And the swan was ever silent. Ah! but we floated in the infinite Abyss. Joy! Joy!

White swan, bear thou ever me up between thy wings!

26. O silence! O rapture! O end of things visible and invisible! This is all mine, who am Not.

27. Radiant God! Let me fashion an image of gems and gold for Thee! that the people may cast it down and trample it to dust! That Thy glory may be seen of them.

28. Nor shall it be spoken in the markets that I am come who should come; but Thy coming shall be the one word.

29. Thou shalt manifest Thyself in the unmanifest; in the secret places men shall meet with thee, and Thou shalt overcome them.

30. I saw a pale sad boy that lay upon the marble in the sunlight, and wept. By his side was the forgotten lute. Ah! but he wept.

31. Then came an eagle from the abyss of glory and overshadowed him. So black was the shadow that he was no more visible.

32. But I heard the lute lively discoursing through the blue still air.

33. Ah! messenger of the beloved One, let Thy shadow be over me!

34. Thy name is Death, it may be, or Shame, or Love.

So thou bringest me tidings of the Beloved One, I shall not ask thy name.

35. Where is now the Master? cry the little crazy boys.

He is dead! He is shamed! He is wedded! and their mockery shall ring round the world.

36. But the Master shall have had his reward.

The laughter of the mockers shall be a ripple in the hair of the Beloved One.

37. Behold! the Abyss of the Great Deep. Therein is a mighty dolphin, lashing his sides with the force of the waves.

38. There is also an harper of gold, playing infinite tunes.

39. Then the dolphin delighted therein, and put off his body, and became a bird.

40. The harper also laid aside his harp, and played infinite tunes upon the Pan-pipe.

41. Then the bird desired exceedingly this bliss, and laying down its wings became a faun of the forest.

42. The harper also laid down his Pan-pipe, and with the human voice sang his infinite tunes.

43. Then the faun was enraptured, and followed far; at last the harper was silent, and the faun became Pan in the midst of the primal forest of Eternity.

44. Thou canst not charm the dolphin with silence, O my prophet!

45. Then the adept was rapt away in bliss, and the beyond of bliss, and exceeded the excess of excess.

46. Also his body shook and staggered with the burden of that bliss and that excess and that ultimate nameless.

47. They cried He is drunk or He is mad or He is in pain or He is about to die; and he heard them not.

48. O my Lord, my beloved! How shall I indite songs, when even the memory of the shadow of thy glory is a thing beyond all music of speech or of silence?

49. Behold! I am a man. Even a little child might not endure Thee. And lo!

50. I was alone in a great park, and by a certain hillock was a ring of deep enamelled grass wherein green-clad ones, most beautiful, played.

51. In their play I came even unto the land of Fairy Sleep.

All my thoughts were clad in green; most beautiful were they.

52. All night they danced and sang; but Thou art the morning, O my darling, my serpent that twinest Thee about this heart.

53. I am the heart, and Thou the serpent. Wind Thy coils closer about me, so that no light nor bliss may penetrate.

54. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her lover in the moonlight.

55. Then let the End awake. Long hast thou slept, O great God Terminus! Long ages hast thou waited at the end of the city and the roads thereof.

Awake Thou! wait no more!

56. Nay, Lord! but I am come to Thee. It is I that wait at last.

57. The prophet cried against the mountain; come thou hither, that I may speak with thee!

58. The mountain stirred not. Therefore went the prophet unto the mountain, and spake unto it. But the feet of the prophet were weary, and the mountain heard not his voice.

59. But I have called unto Thee, and I have journeyed unto Thee, and it availed me not.

60. I waited patiently, and Thou wast with me from the beginning.

61. This now I know, O my beloved, and we are stretched at our ease among the vines.

62. But these thy prophets; they must cry aloud and scourge themselves; they must cross trackless wastes and unfathomed oceans; to await Thee is the end, not the beginning.

63. Let darkness cover up the writing! Let the scribe depart among his ways.

64. But thou and I are stretched at our ease among the vines; what is he?

65. O Thou beloved One! is there not an end? Nay, but there is an end. Awake! arise! gird up thy limbs, O thou runner; bear thou the Word unto the mighty cities, yea, unto the mighty cities.

Love is the law, love under will.

#Thelema #thelemic holy season #Tarot

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Prologue - Bloodshed

Steve Rogers x Werewolf!Reader AU

Warnings: Nudity, Gore, Language, Violence

Summary: Steve Rogers works in a research and tech company in New York. He’s been digging into myths and footage on a creature known as the werewolf. Vicious as they are, he hunts them. With a lot of failures, his team thinks he’s crazy. He may prove them wrong.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Prologue

The moon was completely full and bright in the pitch black sky. The trees hustling gently and the chirping crickets hiding under the brush. The fire crackled under the pot being boiled.

The boy tugged on the comforter with his hood over his head. His blonde strands tickling his forehead as he watched the fire burn in front of him.

A loud groan erupts from the tent and the old man comes out.

“All right, bud. I think we have a few marshmallows left. You got lucky,” The old man sits on the other side of the fire and sighs. He picked at the fire with a stick and glanced at the pot.

The boy’s bottom lip quivered as he gazes at the old man. The canyons through his old man’s skin and the rivers that made them carve the stories the boy was told. Except the lighter and more evident part of his aging skin was the deep scar. A story that was never told to the boy before. He didn’t want to mention the scar on the old man’s neck.

Could be a story about the war he was in. Or when he spoken about his crazy wife who always held a small pocket knife in hand.

“You cold, boy?” The old man asked, the boy tugs the blanket over his chest. The old man chuckles softly. “Don’t worry. We’ll be home in a few more days. I thought you and I could hang out in the Oregon forest. It’s where I grew up, son. Your mother was from New York. ‘Twas a long journey for us.”

The boy looks down at the ground and curled his feet towards him.

It was nice and calm, the two relaxed by the fire and they had soup that was cooking above the fire. Roasting the marshmallow above the flame in front of him, he spun the stick.

The old man was returning back from the nearby pond and had a bucket of water to put out the fire once they head to bed. They could stay up for a little longer.

The boy had the fear of the forest. It’s Nyctohylophobia. The forest was never his taste. Especially in the dark. Who knew what lurks in the woods. He’s heard about myths with wendigos, dragons, fairies, goblin, elves and-

The long lasting howl of a hound that seem to be miles from them startled the boy from his thoughts. He looks around in fear. It sounded close but it could be miles. “Well, son...” The old man leans forward once the boy looks at him if he heard the howl.

The old man smirks as he looks at the boy, “Looks like you just heard the howl of a werewolf.”

Werewolves.

According to some legends, werewolves are people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. But all are bloodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people and animals.

His old man always had stories up his sleeves. Some were believable, others were...

Mysterious. Fake. Stories to scare him and is friends. Stories that haven’t really been proven true or false. The old man looks over the boy following his gaze out to the forest. “This forest has been here for years before they tore down part of it. Some say in the Civil War, after the battle had ended. Almost half their men were killed in the deep part of this forest.”

The boy looks out into the forest. He got the chills of being watched. “But they found almost 50 of their men in the forest... they never saw bullet holes or bombs near those dead men,” The man leans closer, “They were mauled. Inside and out. Like a blood bath.”

The boy was getting scared the second he said that. But his old man continued on, “Your great-grandfather had told your grandfather about these things. The stories of the Bloodshed Seven.”

The Bloodshed Seven?

“The Bloodshed Seven are the territorial pack. Been in these woods for millions of years. Cross their borders... the last thing you just might see will be the cold moon. They’re leaders. Intelligent. Smarter than any pack in history. But no one really knows about this Bloodshed Seven cause they never get to tell the others.”

The boy finally spoke, “How come great-grandpa made it out?”

The old man shakes his head, “Oh, he didn’t. Once he told the story, everyone laughed. He wanted to prove them wrong. After half his life time searching, they find him in the forest ripped by his limbs.” The boy’s eyes widen bright like the moon.

“My father told the story to me and he never took a step outside that retirement home to prove his father’s story.”

“What about you, pa?” The boy asks. His old man glances at him. “Well, son. The forest you’re in is where each of our generation had met the wolf.”

“What wolf?”

The old man stares at the fire and the cold stare could’ve haunted his son. “Radolf. The red wolf,” He said. The old man looks down at his calloused hands. Years of working in a warehouse for 40 years. His old man never got tired of lumbering wood and digging his way through the mines.

“The red wolf is one of the strongest werewolf there is. Fast. Strong. Stealthly. You’ll never see him coming. The other six have not been named yet but they all have some specialties, my son. The Radolf did this to me 25 years ago,” The boy looks at the scar he recently looked at.

“He went for the strike and almost mauled me in the mines. I ended up blowing that damn tunnel with one of the explosive mines. I surely knew he made it out alive.”

The boy pulls the marshmallow away after realizing it was burnt and had melted. The old man chuckles, taking the stick. “One day, son. I will find them. The Bloodshed Seven have been roaming this forest for too damn long. Some day, if I pass on. You will have to find them. Prove everyone with the head of the werewolf and its body. Rip their guts out and prove those phonies that we’re not crazy.”

The boy lowers his head and he blinked a few times. The howling goes off again and the two look out to the forest. The old man fixes the boy another marshmallow.

“This ain’t their territory, son.”

Ohhhhhh Myyyy Goddddd

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erizawayumako888 · 3 years

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It's been a while, how many years have passed? 5? 10? maybe even more? we both lay side by side on top of the hill, green fields and village by the mountain. The place we call home, or for me, used to be one.

We may not have been the closest of friends, but your company is quite enjoyable. Especially back then, when I was a child, young and free, naive and innocent. I would run around the village, play with other kids, other times hanging out with older friends like you. I've been looking up to you, we don't talk much, but you're an admirable figure, as a kid I thought about how cool you are, I talked a lot about you although I didn't have the guts to really tell you how I feel.

Kids would cringe at the idea of the idea of a girl and boy kissing or holding hands, including me. I kept on denying how I feel, I was so young I felt that it was disgusting although it felt good. As I grow up we grew further apart, just like every other kids growing out of their interests or old friends. I forgotten that you even existed for years.

All those years as I grew up, a lot of terrible things happened. I looked at you, assuming that you are smiling back at me underneath that mask. You were quite pleased to see an old friend, a little girl you used to spend time with, gone for quite a while and returned a grown up woman. You sat comfortably beside me, thinking that I'm still the same old bright young woman. How unfortunate, my friend. You couldn't have been more wrong...

I didn't grow up to be the lady society expects me to be, I run, jump and play like boys, I prefer dinosaurs and superheroes over dressing up and dolls. Other kids think I am weird, I got bullied and rejected. I learnes how to just keep things by myself, since I am a bother for others. But it didn't stop there, now that I am being quiet, the grown ups hated me just for speaking too little. I still listen to and reply to them, I just don't talk much to other kids or when not needed.

They tried to shackle and chain my freedom, telling me that just because I am a girl I am not allowed to do this or that. I am forced to wear complicated clothings, constantly how a woman's only goal in life is to bow down to her husband. I am sick of being tossed and controlled around up to 14 years of my life, only to be told that it is the right thing to carry on beibg tossed and controlled around by a man until the day I die.

This place I grew up in, what I once see as a peaceful village... I hate everyone in there. All of them, judgemental hypocrites, feeling that they're always right when they condemn people for being themselves. I'm sick of it, I can't take it any longer. My guardian angel held me tight, telling me that everythings going to be okay.

Hell no, I am no longer enduring that while faking a smile. I ran away from her, from the village, into the forest depth. And that's when I came face to face with the devil herself. And attractive woman with red, glistening hair. Her sharp glare accompanied with curled horbs decorating her head, standing proud with her bat-like wings stretched over and her devilish tail swaying around. She stood proud, loud and clear she declared ,"My child, I can help you avenge those who have wronged you!".

My guardian angel grabbed my arm whimpering ,"Don't listen to her" I looked back at her feeling bad... But you are my guardian angel, yet you don't protect me from the hell I have been through. But still, you are my friend, but what kind of friend sees you suffering and does nothing about it, only telling me to be patient and take it all?

I closed my eyes, under my eyelids it's pitch black as expected. However everything soon turns to be red, bright red, visions of flames of hell is getting clearer. But I felt very excited, not realizing I grinned wider as the estacy grew. I opened my eyes feeling euphoric, for the first time in a while my laugh echoes out of excitement. I can't tell where and what I am looking, I only know that I can't stop laughing, my arms have to keep moving slashing through the air, I feltike I'm hit something, at a glance I might have seen a terrified face but the adrenaline rush makes me ignorant of it. My vision grows blurry and redder, as the screams from hell grew louder and pierces my ears.

Finally I'm exhausted. My head feels very heavy, as if heavy weights are being attach to its left and right, I fell forward to the ground. That is when I realized I literaly have weights on my head... that demon lady's horns, they are on my head now. I could feel some wind, some moving attached to my back, those are her wings... and my hands, red.

I saw my guardian angel there, her once white gown is now stained in red. She is no longer movinh or breathing. I cried when I realized what happened. Slowly I carried her lifeless body on top of a hill far away from the village, under a huge, old tree surrounded by the flower beds we used to play at. It was where we would laugh and make flower crowns, where we would frolic and run with the animals. But now, this is her final resting place.

I kept replaying those memories as I walked with my old friend. He didn't say a word and follwed behind me, until I stopped in front of the nameless tombstone. I picked up a few flowers and poured them on top of it, before I fall on my knees. Had hadn't a clue of what happened that day, in attempt of consoling me he held my shoulder ,"Friend of yours?" I didn't say a word.

After my first murder, I finally realizes that I no longer have a guardian angel, instead I have a demon by my side. She promised me that shw would be much more helpful, and she seems to be telling the truth. With my new found power I walked back to the village in the middle of the night, fpr one last time. I flew from home to home, looking for the faces of those who had wronged me to rip them off. A glint of satisfication when they all run and scream in fear before finally, they all drop dead in silence.

By the time the sun goes up, I looked into a mirror, seeing myself as a beat decorated in red. The light shines on the blood covering me, it was an amazing kind of feeling I never had before. I flew away far into the darkest depths of forest, looking for a new place to live.

I travlled the lands into other villages and towns, there are times I do try to make friends and hide my past, I may not be hated anymore but I always fear how if I would. So I keep myself away from others, no one can be trusted, except for myself and the demon inside of me.

It is quite frustrating as a loner when I had feelings for a man, yet I remember how I was treated, by their kind especially. I don't want to let my feelings of attachment to bribg down my ego. I am not the one who will submit, I will be the one to dominate them.

And thus my journey began, I trained to grow stronger. When I see a man I found to my liking I would take them away and trest them like a toy. I will toss and turn them aroubd to my heart's content, although I do love and care for them it is a pleasureable way to avenge those men who wronged me. You say that girls can't be strong? You say that girls have to obey their husbands with a leash around her neck? Then this time my love, you are the one with the leash around your neck.

Two, three pets were not enough. I always needed more, and I have lost counted after all these years. Perhaps 30 or 40, and it won't stop anytime soon. At times I cry for nights knowijg how much I hurt my loved obes, but the voices of my relatives, telling me to kneel down and be a 'good girl', especoally my grandma...

She was not a nice old lady who makes cookies for you, she would always tell me it is wrong to be myself, she would always say that my nice face and body is jist a great asset to find me a good man. I am sick of it, and even after I've left my family behind their taunting voicr still taunts me. Aslong as the voices goes on, my torturous games will cobtinue. I do hesitate and feel guilty, but at the same time I enjoy it when I watch my boys cry in the dungeon after what I do to them.

I finally fibished plucking the weeds around the graveyard, I stared at the weed I grasp in my hands thinking... Maybe I should stop afterall, I cannot forever keep on hurting people especially those who I cared about. But just as I smiled in relief her voice echoes again ,"My dear, why don't you have a man yet? Relax, and kneel down. Be. A. Good. Girl."

I stood up yelling and tossed the weed aside, I screamed loudly towards the sky as my old friebd backed off. Both of my fists tightens as I stared into the horizon, I clenched my teeth and tears began flowing down my face.

My old friend slowly walked towards me ,"Is everything alright?" He asked. I turned my head slowly, now face to face to the so familiar face. But I noticed a difference, slowly my vision turns red. Not just his masked face, but the sky and grass, everything turns red. I began to smirk and laugh as tears continue to rush like waterfall ,"I'm sorry my love, she is coming back."

I laughed harder than ever as the demon's horns sprout out of my scalp, bat like wings spread on my back blocking the sun and drops a shadow covering my old friend. He stared at me as he drew his sword, I can tell that he hesitates just like I do. But I can't stop now, I need him in my collection, as long as that old witches words burns in my ears I need new toys to take my anger and grudge on.

I laughed harder and harder as I clawed my way through, my claws clashing against his sword under the setting sun. His skill impressive as ever, in a blink of an eye as I tried to hold back my demond I could feel my head lighter, and I notuced both of my horns were severed laying on the ground. Well played, my dear. This gets more interesting.

I growled and shoots lightning from my finger, I am not trying to attack him however I just want to play around for now. He leaps aroubd dodging my attacks, at times deflecting them with his sword which celarly backfires me, I took my own hit but I am not done yet.

Now, a huge orb forms in my palms, I run to him swinging it to his direction. He was ready to slocr the orb but just at the moment my other claw slaps his sword away. Checkmate. You are unarmed now. I growled like a beast as I grabbed him by force, he was fighting back kicking and punchibg but I am not backing down, not especially when I am a demon at least 10 times his size for now.

I grasped him in my claws and flew away from the spot. Finally another collection, another victim for my grudge and hatred, mixed with my love and obsession. I do love you dear, but your kind has to pay what they have done to me. The fun has just started, pet.

#rant #vent #trauma #fiction #fic #writing #hatred #anger #misogynism

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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SaB Series

Werewolf!Taehyung x Mate!Reader

Chapter 2.

Warnings: Graphic birth.

No sex in this chapter, sorry folks, wait until the next chapter. Oh-ho boy. Get your eye bleach ready.

Within moments you were up in your bedroom as Jimin gently places you on your bed. “Fuck, I-I don’t know what to do!” Jimin whines loudly, he paces back and forth as you grip at the comforter sheets. Your mind reeling at the sudden contractions, Taehyung said the pups wouldn’t come today! How wrong he was!

Namjoon runs into the room, “I can smell you from the forest, you okay?” You glare up at him as he crouches down in front of you. Your hand landing on your back as you groan.

“No, Kim Namjoon. I’m going into fucking labor.” He blanches before clearing his throat.

“What do we do, hyung?!” Jimin cries putting his hand on your shoulder. Namjoon stands up tall assessing the situation.

“Taehyung is at the ritual... This isn’t good.” You give him a fake clap, “Thank you! Captain Obvious! You’re so good at this!” You yell before throwing your head back, your forehead and scalp beginning to sweat.

“Oh God!” You whine as another contraction hits you.

“I’ll run to him. Tell him you need him here.” Namjoon decides.

“What?! It’s like an hour and a half run to the gymnasium!” Jimin says shocked as he grabs a towel, dabbing it to your forehead. You wish you could just go to the hospital. But, alas, it was against the wolf code which Taehyung made very clear. When pups were born of course they looked like normal babies but they had canine teeth which would shock an obstetrician, never mind that newborn pups eyes were pitch black, the whites of their eyes completely dark. Kind of like how actual wolves are born deaf and blind.

“He needs to be here.” Namjoon says before leaving the room.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Jimin yells out, “Stay with Y/N. And, if those pups come. You better do a good job or Taehyung will fucking kill you.” Namjoon calls back up the stairs before the glass sliding door slams shut.

“Oh, good. Comforting. No pressure.” Jimin and you lock eyes before he whines loudly.

“It’ll be okay Chim.” You say trying to comfort him. Wait, why are you comforting him?! You’re going into labor without your mate and on top of it Jimin might be the one to deliver these children. He’s your best friend, yes, but is he the brightest? No. No he isn’t.

“I’m going to get some hot towels.” Jimin says looking up from his phone, you grit your teeth as you rub your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You groan shooing him away. Your eyes find the clock on the wall and you sigh. Namjoon had only been gone 40 minutes. He was probably still running. Who knows if Taehyung would even be able to leave. You’re going to give birth by yourself. With your dumb best friend who has to literally look up what to do on the internet because he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to Taehyungs lecture last week. Too busy thinking about his stupid wolf gonorrhea. You groan loudly as a pup moves inside you as a contraction begins again. They were getting closer together, not good. You just need to hold on. Just hold on till Taehyung gets here. If you could even try.

Branches smack against Namjoons furry face as he runs at full speed towards the gymnasium he used to frequent when he was Alpha.

“TAEHYUNG!” He calls out in his mind. Silence. He stops before sitting on all fours and howling loudly. He needs to get to Taehyung, he got his best friend Y/N into this situation and he wouldn’t let her go through this alone without her soulmate. He begins to run again, his rough, hot ragged breaths creating puffs of smoke in the cool night air. He was close to the gymnasium but not close enough. His paws bouncing off rocks as he runs at full speed.

“Please!” He screams out in his mind to silence.

Taehyung sits back in his throne rolling his eyes as Jungkook finally finishes his knotting. “Finally, fuck.” Jungkook sniffs the girl below him before grunting and grabbing his boxers. The small werewolf girl spent on the floor, pools of wolf cum beginning to surround her body. That was it, no one in Taehyung’s pack impregnated the bitch. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as Jungkook slips on his boxers and stomps angrily back to his pack.

“Maybe she’s sterile.” Hoseok blurts out as he picks his head up off his hand.

“You would be able to smell it if she was, your semen just sucks.” Taehyung says quietly making Yoongi snort. Taehyung picks up his head as his heart begins to hurt.

“Something isn’t right.” His head getting cloudy as he sniffs the air.

“What’s up?” Yoongi asks concerned. Taehyung tilts his head before looking at his friend.

“I’m not sure. Something is wrong.” As a foreign pack member begins his process on the small black haired girl Taehyung hears screams within his mind.

“TAEHYUNG!” He hears Namjoon scream faintly in his mind. The pack stand up quickly, gaining attention from the other packs.

“THE PUPS ARE COMING!” He hears and he curses loudly. He looks at his pack as they stare at him wide-eyed.

“How could this happen, you said they weren’t bearing down low enough.” Hoseok asks surprised.

“Do I look like I have the answers to everything?” Taehyung growls through gritted teeth. Taehyung swings his long trench coat behind him as he walks towards the doors of the gymnasium. A large man stands in his way, his bald head shining from the bright lights.

“I’m sorry, pack-leader. The ceremony is not over. You cannot leave.” Taehyung advances, a loud growl emitting from his throat as his canines drop down, sharp and ready to pierce skin.

“My mate is giving birth. I must go.” He says as his pack backs him up. The man does not move as he looks down.

He shrugs uncaring, “Get back to your throne before I make you.” The man says bending down to Taehyung’s height. His jaws snap as a feral snarl begins within him.

“Oh, Jo. Let them go. Would you let such a happy occasion be wasted because you would not move your body?” Taehyung’s head snaps towards the feminine voice, the older Korean woman he has known his whole life smiles warm-heartedly at him. Her white hair in a kept bun, her black dress pooling around her feet. Taehyung clears his throat before standing up tall.

“Nephew, give the pups a kiss for me.” His aunt whispers as she opens the doors for him. He gives a curt nod before leaving stripping his clothes off in the process as he busts into the cool night air as a wolf. His pack mates just behind him.

“Your aunt is the chairman of the FWWA?” Hoseok asks within his mind as they begin to run.

“Surprise.” Taehyung grumbles as they speed through the treeline. Namjoon greets them on their run back.

“She’s going to have those pups soon, when I left she looked like death.” Namjoon calls to them.

“Hold on baby, I’m coming.” Taehyung howls as he runs with all his might home.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to change the wet towel now.” Jimin says carefully as you scream in pain.

“I DON’T CARE!” You yell grabbing his shirt pulling him close to your face.

“Stop talking Park Jimin. I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?” He nods as his lips form a straight line as he ‘locks’ his mouth and throws away the key.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” You scream leaning forward. You find the courage to stand beginning to pace the room, your body doubled over with a hand on your clammy back. Jimin walks with you, his hand on your elbow as he bites at his full lips nervously. He whines quietly and you narrow your eyes at him.

“I want drugs!” You whine as another contraction hits so hard, your knees go weak. Jimin grabs you with a grunt as you begin to fall, his weight holding you easily as you lean on him.

“Sit down.” He says helping you back to the bed. You sit down with a groan. As you put your hand under your stomach, the utter pain you feel makes your mouth go dry. As if getting your period and getting cramps before wasn’t enough. This was one hundred times more painful.

“Taehyung better get his fucking ass back here. This is the worst.” You cry out, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Jimin cards his fingers through his hair before clearing his throat.

“I really hate to bring this up while you’re this emotional but... it says I should check how dilated you are.” You choke on a sob before crying harder.

“You are not shoving your hand up my vagina.” You yell at Jimin, he looks at you wide eyed.

“No! No, I was just going to check and see with my eyes.”

“That’s not how it works you fucking idiot!” You cry harder before biting your bottom lip. Jimin rocks back on his heels awkwardly, “I’ll go get a new hot towel.” He mutters meekly.

“We’re almost there!” Taehyung shouts to the pack, his furry body smacking against low hanging tree branches as he barrels towards the house.

“I’m comin’ baby, I’m comin’.” He whispers as your screams begin to fill his ears.

Water slides down your legs as you feel your water burst. “Oh Christ.” Jimin says as he lays another towel on the floor. Your throat hoarse and burning as you scream again. Jimin’s small hand in yours as you squeeze with all your might.

“FUCK!” You yell out taking in shallow breaths, the room feeling was too hot as you lurch forward.

“Turn on the air conditioner!” You beg of your best friend and he does as told. You hear the glass door smacking open. You begin to cry with relief.

“TAE!” You yell out, Jimin thanks God as the french doors of your bedroom slam open.

“My babygirl.” Taehyung says eyeing over the situation. He’s on his knees in front of you in seconds. His hands rolling up your dress. He leans forward to give you a large sloppy kiss, your sweat smearing on his forehead as he bends down.

“What the fuck have you been doing? This room isn’t ready for a birth at all!” Taehyung chides Jimin. He looks at Yoongi and Namjoon and they spring into action.

“Take this off.” Taehyung says pulling at the nightgown. You look around at the guys before whimpering at the pain.

“I’ll be naked.” You whisper to Tae who smirks.

“You’ll be fine. They could care less. Their nephews are coming. It’s tradition.” Taehyung says tugging once more. You concede sitting there fully naked, you look down at your stomach as the veins turn black, you sit in a trance watching them as they swirl and jut out upwards towards your breasts.

“This isn’t normal.” You whisper frightened, Taehyung kisses the top of your head quickly before grabbing two marble stools and placing them underneath your legs.

“Yes, it is.” You suddenly realize you have no idea about any of this and it frightens you to your core.

“I can’t do this!” You gasp shaking your head.

“Y/N. Look at me. Baby, look at me.” You look up meekly and Taehyung gives you a smile.

“You can do this. I have no doubt. Your doing great.” Yoongi and Namjoon enter the room quickly bringing supplies before closing the doors behind them. Taehyung sticks his arms in a yellow viscous liquid before drying them with a freshly opened towel out of a package.

“Pick two guys to stay.” He says, his fingers feeling at your vaginal opening.

“What?” You ask shocked as the six other men stare at you.

“Pick two, a caretaker for each pup.” You swallow before another contraction hits, this one hard making you scream throwing your head back.

“Good job baby, just breathe, you’re doing so good my girl.” Taehyung praises you as his hand enters into your vagina. You gasp loudly as he prods at you. The embarrassment you feel could not be topped and yet, it was incredible to see how knowledgeable he was and how loving he was being.

“They’re coming, you must pick Y/N. We don’t have much time.” You look at the six men, all smiling at you.

“But-But it’s not fair.” You say looking over your friends.

“You’ll be having more pups. You can pick more then. Just pick two now.” Taehyung says grabbing towels and placing them carefully on the floor below you. He pulls you towards the end of the bed grabbing pillows next. He props you up and rubs your stomach.

“Pick, Y/N.” You close your eyes.

“Namjoon and Jimin.” You mutter feeling badly.

“Good girl.” Taehyung says as he strips to his boxers. He crouches down in front of you and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. He smirks at you and tilts his head.

“What?” He asks as Namjoon and Jimin get on either side of you taking your hands into theirs.

“This is just the strangest thing in the world.” Taehyung laughs loudly and it makes your heart flutter.

“Yeah, if I didn’t know about this tradition, I’d say it was strange too.” You groan loudly as a contraction smacks you like an oncoming train, tears spilling over your cheeks instantly.

“FUCK!” You scream loudly as you clutch at your best friends hands.

“You’re doing amazing baby. Good girl.” Taehyung kisses up your thighs as he dunks his hands into the yellow liquid again.

“It’s sterilizer.” He clarifies as he opens up another plastic wrapped towel.

“Gotta stay clean.” You didn’t care, you truthfully just wanted this pain to subside. You wanted these pups out of you. Taehyung’s hand sides into your vaginal opening again and you gasp at the feeling. He retracts his hand quickly and locks eyes with you.

“Push.” He says placing a hand on your stomach. You grit your teeth as you begin to push, veins in your temples bulging as you gasp for air.

“Good job, baby!” Taehyung cheers as he looks down at you. You had forgotten about the two men at your sides as they stand their in silence. Namjoon kisses the top of your head and you look up at him nervously. He winks at you and gives you a long, closed mouth smile. His chin dimpling as you take a deep breath.

“Again, push.” You do as told pushing with all your might.

“I see hair! Keep going baby. You’re doing amazing!”

“You see one?” You ask excited and Taehyung looks up at you, his eyes welling up with happy tears.

“Keep going, my love.” You push again, the pain sharp in your mind as you scream as you feel everything. The feeling so raw. Feeling every small limb and bone push through you. Taehyung sobs gently as cradles one of the pups heads.

“You got this.” Jimin cheers silently next to you.

“One more push.” Taehyung announces clearing his throat. He sniffles as you give another push. He catches the first pup beginning to cry.

“Namjoon.” Taehyung whispers as he cleans the first child with a new towel. He unwraps a large clean syringe and cleans the baby’s airways before a loud cry emits through the room. You blink back tears as pain defeats your happiness.

“He’s beautiful.” You cry putting your free hand to your mouth, watching as Taehyung cuts the umbilical cord. Taehyung cries loudly falling backwards as Namjoon lifts him up, he sniffs the pup before his canines drop.

“Namjoon!” You cry out as he brings the child to his mouth. Your fear growing as he opens his mouth.

“What is he doing?! Stop him!” You yell out as you feels the next baby being pushed downwards by your muscles.

“It’s okay, Y/N. He won’t hurt him.” Namjoon bites down gently on his thigh. Blood beginning to leak from your newborn baby.

“Namjoon!” You yell loudly as the baby cries.

“It’s the mark, the mark of his protector.” Namjoon retracts his canines before handing the pup back to Taehyung.

“Shhh.” Taehyung whispers in the ear of the wailing child, the babies voice becoming quiet.

“Good boy.” Taehyung praises before sniffing the pups head and kissing it.

“Namjoon, hold him. The next one is coming.” Taehyung was right about that as you scream loudly. “Push for me, baby.”

You lay in bed utterly spent as Taehyung cleans you. His tongue caressing your thighs as he cleans up around you. You stare at the ceiling in a pained daze.

“Y/N. I am going to take your pain away. Okay?” Taehyung asks, your eyes slowly gazing towards him. You mumble as tears stream your cheeks silently. You look back up at the ceiling before releasing a shaky sigh. Everything was numb and so incredibly sharp at the same time. The pain pulsing through your veins while your limbs were dull. Taehyung looks you over again, his heart breaking watching you lay there like a rag doll. He lifts your arm as he sits on the bed. The dipping of the bed moving your body slightly and you whine at the pain.

“I’ll make it all better.” He bites your wrist and you cry out, your head lifting off the bed. Taehyung stays like this for a few seconds, his fangs still in your skin. He pulls back before licking his bite, it heals within seconds and you begin to radiate with energy. It begins in your heart and spreads to the rest of your body, your black colored veins turning back to the original blue color. You head begins to clear of the fog that was present seconds before. A sleepiness taking over you as you look up at your mate.

“Sleep now, you’ve done so well, my girl. What a great mommy you are.” You fade away as your eyelids become heavy.

Taehyung sighs loudly before standing up. He slips on his sweats before padding over to the two cribs at the left corner of the room. He peers down at his pups and smiles widely. They looked like Y/N. How gorgeous they were, his own spawn. His children of the night. He falls to his knees as one begins to move around. He bites back a sob as his large hands run over their now clothed bodies.

“My pups, how daddy loves you.” He lifts one pressing him to his chest. The warmth of the small child making him cry harder. He stumbles over to the large wooden chair next to the cribs. He sits down and rocks back and forth. His lips pressing against the pups temple.

“Mommy and Daddy will take care of you for all your days. Like how the moon loves the sun. I will love you always.” His thumb caressing the small back of his child. He looks over at Y/N as she sleeps and he smiles. Nothing in the world could ever compare to this feeling.

You wake up rubbing your eyes as you hear cries. You sit up without a twinge of pain and you look down at your body. It was like nothing had happened.

“Wow.” You whisper standing up. You waltz over to the crying pup before scooping him up. The twins were identical aside from one beauty mark on the tip of their nose like Taehyungs. You kiss the beauty mark of the pup you were holding. His cry was loud making your ears ring.

“Here goes nothing.” You mumble bringing the pup to your breast, hoping he would take to it immediately. You had read online that it was difficult for babies to nurse. You smile with relief as the pup takes to your breast like a duck to water. The french doors open and you turn to your incoming mate. He smiles before leaning against the wall, his arms folding as he watches you.

“I knew I would be jealous.” He chuckles as you giggle.

“Well, it doesn’t feel as good as when you did it.” You admit making him snort.

“I’d fucking hope not.” He strides over to the opposite crib lifting the other pup.

“What shall we name these two princes?” Taehyung asks sitting on the bed, he places the pups head on his bare shoulder as he rubs the baby’s small back. You ponder for a second before sitting next to him. You look down at the baby at your breast.

“Chanhyeok” You say aloud, the words flowing off your tongue. Taehyung hums in agreement.

“That’s a beautiful name, illuminating, bright.” Taehyung mutters listing the meaning. You smile at him and nod. Taehyung sniffs the pup in his arms before smirking.

“Baekhyeon.” He says before looking at you. You nod happily before looking at your family. Taehyung looks at your body before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“You know what I was just thinking?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his tongue licking up your earlobe.

“Hmm?” You ask as Chanhyeok finishes feeding. You begin to burp him before looking over at Tae.

“You look too skinny. I need to give you more pups.” You snort before looking down at your pups.

“You promised me two months.” He looks over your naked body before biting his bottom lip. “Two months. No more than that.”

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (5k words) Description: You’ve been gone for 5 years, living in the forest for now. He just witnessed his friend stay back in time and come back as an old man. Maybe you could help each other and fall in love along the way. Warnings: Nightmares, crying, PTSD, awkwardness, canon typical violence, slight angst, fluff, not proofread A/N: I wrote this in my notes a few months back and it is a little openended, but after I figured out that it’s 5k words long, I had to post it. I hope y’all like it anyway, even with how awkward it’s written.

M A S T E R L I S T

You reappeared, the last thing you remembered was turning to dust, alone on a walk. Then the news got to you. 5 years, you were gone for 5 years. Your living situation was currently homeless. You were living in a forest, thankful that it was summer, and waiting for the government to start solving problems. On your daily walk by the cottage that always had a lot going on and the equipment all around it you saw a figure in all black, sitting against a tree, clearly sad. Nobody else was there and you weren't afraid of anything at this point, so you went to the person.

"Um, excuse me? Is everything alright? Do you need help?" You asked coming to a hold 4 steps away from them. A man with long brown hair and ocean blue eyes looked up at you, eyes red and streaks down his cheeks. "No, thank you. I think you'd need my entire life story for that." He sniffled. "Well, I'm currently living in the forest cause I've been dead for 5 years and nobody seems to solve the entire missing people and housing problems, so I think I might understand your hurt a little bit. What's wrong?" You crouched down to be on his level. Now that you looked at him, he looked way bigger and potentially dangerous than you previously thought. You both just sat in silence for a few seconds. "You know when you want your friend to be happy, even if it hurts you like being torn to shreds?" He asked, staring into the distance. "Yeah. It's the worst when they don't consider that pain." You were picking grass from the ground. "Multiply that hurt times 100. That's how I feel right now." He sniffled again and you inched a little closer. "Tell me what happened." "Well. Hi, I'm Bucky, formerly known as the Winter Soldier, frozen and unfrozen since the mid 40s. My friend who wasn't made to kill but still equally frozen just went back in time to choose his first love over me and his other friends in this time. And he came back as an old man. I should be happy for him. He had a great life and probably found his peace. But I would've loved to spend those decades with him, my other friends and maybe some new people." A tear ran down his cheek. "You would've needed the support, the love from a true friend. Let me tell you something. A true friend would always choose his friends over his love. No matter which situation. And I hope you're gonna have some damn great decades. Better than he had them. Cause you didn't live in nostalgia. Okay?"

You didn't know how your daily walk turned into a therapy session with a former assassin but this was needed. "Okay." He nodded with a tiny smile. "You need a hug?" You smiled back and he nodded sniffling. The moment your arms had surrounded him he started sobbing. Way too many emotions coming through, thinking of all those years he did everything for that small boy from school. "It's okay, let it out." You murmured, stroking his back. "It hurts." He got out. "I know. For a reason. It hurts because you cared. A lot," you said and felt arms hugging back. "Thanks." He sniffled again. "No problem." "What's your name, therapy stranger." He laughed loosening the hug and wiping his tears away. "Y/N." "James, but call me Bucky." He finally had a true smile on his face. "That's gonna hit you a few times, Bucky. Don't drown in it, okay?" Your hands were on his shoulders. "Promise."

You sat side by side in silence after that. Just relaxing with a view of the forest. "Can I help you with your housing problem?" His voice broke through, a little groggy but calm. "I don't know if you can." You grinned, throwing away a flower petal you had picked. "Well, now that Steve is definitely out of question as a third roommate...you might be a good shot. You don't have to. Just an idea. I can also just help you search for a flat." "I'd like to. An actual shower would be nice again." you giggled. "There's one in there. I can, you know, ask if you can-" "You don't have to." "Well, but I want to. You don't deserve to die for 5 years and then not have at least THAT luxury." He chuckled at how dumb this all sounded. "I guess." You grinned. He stood up, "Let's just walk in there. Ignore any question about Captain America or Steven Grant Rogers & get you to a shower and a hairbrush." "Thanks for subtly insulting my hair." You boxed against his arm and heard a chuckle.

A knock, "Can I come in without risking a punch?" "Yeah." You giggled, standing in front of the mirror in a shirt that he gave you, getting knots out of your hair. "You look like a new person, Y/N." He grinned leaning against the counter. "Imagine what a good 10 hours of sleep would do to me now." You smiled before making a grimace at the pain on your scalp. He watched you starting to frown into the mirror at your hair strands. "Can I help?" He came closer. "Depends on how gentle you can be." You chuckled. "I had sisters, I know how to do this without anyone crying, darling," he said proudly. "Well, then help away." You shrugged. His hands were gently going through the hair strands on your left side while you went on with the right side. Your eyes wandered to his patient but slightly frowning face that was concentrated on your hair and you smiled. "Didn't think helping a stranger would end this positive." You giggled and he looked up with a smile. "Good things happen to good people." "Well, bad things also happen to good people." You looked at him through the mirror with a soft smile and saw him shake his head to get rid of a thought. "It'll get better," you whispered. "I know," he whispered back, letting the brush glide through your hair. "Damn. You really are good at this." "Of course. Didn't wanna hear my sisters cry at me for an entire week back in the day." He chuckled at the fond memories on his mind. Would he go see them if he could? No. He didn't want to interfere with their life, everything happened for a reason. When you were finally done with your side you exhaled exhausted and turned around to him. "You look pretty in it." He smiled down at you and you followed his eyes. Oh, yeah, this was his shirt. "Uh, thanks." You answered touching it.

"Who's the pretty girl you got with you, Barnes?" Sam looked up from his drink in the kitchen and eyed you. "Our potential third roommate." Came back. "Oh." He set down his cup of coffee. "Hi, my name's Y/N. I've also been gone for 5 years and currently live off of forest food cause our government is a burning pile of trash," you introduced yourself dryly. "What did you do before?" "Was the definition of a homebody." You shrugged. "Hm, not to come off wrong but...we're Avengers and that means cleaning & errands might end up in your hands cause of missions. Any problems with that?" He smirked. "Not really. I just want sleep, food, water and a roof over my head." "What music do you like?" "Pop, Rock, Hip Hop." "Favorite sports team?" "Not my area." "Favorite movie?" "The Matrix." "I like her." Sam looked at Bucky. "Does that mean I can just stay with you from now on? Cause I literally don't have anything else out there other than my knife and a missing persons file for my mother." You asked. "Of course. Why would we let you sleep in the forest?" Bucky looked back at you. "You never know."

"Welcome to your new home." It has been a few days since you all met and gotten to know each other better. Bucky had just opened the door to your room and a bed frame and mattress were already in there. Together with a decent laptop and phone. Clothes had been ordered a few days earlier, but you were still mainly living in Bucky's clothes. There had been multiple occasions of him hiding somewhere in the house or outside to just get it all out, but you always found him and calmed him down. "Oh god, you didn't have to-" "But I wanted to." With a soft smile he closed the door behind you As soon as you used both devices and logged back in, you were searching for your friends and family members. Then world news & government aid. Then Steve Rogers and then Bucky. Sure, you'd learned about them in school years ago but a little refresher on their history and more reasons to be mad at Steve weren't a bad idea. "Gone for a press conference." Was yelled through the apartment by Sam and a door closed. Shortly after there was a knock on your door. "Come in." Bucky's head peaked in with a shy smile. "Something wrong?" You asked. "No, just wanted to say thank you for being there for me so much the last days. You don't have to but you do it anyway." His hand wandered through his hair. "You're the one giving me a place to stay after all this mess." You smiled back. After a bit of silence he breathed in, "Wanna make dinner together?" "Sure."

"Am I ever getting my clothes back?" He grinned down at you. "No. Too comfy." You grinned back in your giant shirt from him. "It's okay, you can have 'em. They look better on you anyway." Now the smile got softer. "Thanks. Always prefered men's clothing." You handed him something he needed for the food you were preparing. There was a comfortable silence across the room while you two continued until the food was ready. "Thanks for cooking with me." He smiled like a little boy. "Of course, Buck."

You woke up from whimpers next door. It was 2am and you really needed sleep, but you got up and walked to his room. When you slowly opened the door you saw him toss and turn a bit with a frown on his face. "Bucky. Hey, Bucky. It's okay. Wake up." Your hand wandered over his head and arm. With a little gasp his eyes opened, "Y/N?" "Yes, I'm here. You had a bad dream." You gave him a concerned smile. "Thank you for waking me up." He smiled sleepily. "Of course." You stood up. "Can you stay here? I don't want to dream that again." His hand reached out and landed on your legs. "Sure." You shrugged and got into the bed next to him. Big arms were snaking around you and hugged you close into a spoon position. "Thank you." He whispered before you drifted off.

Your eyes slowly opened and you found yourself to be in a room that wasn't yours. As soon as you heard little huffs behind you, you knew where you were again. The hand that was over your waist was tried to be removed but without luck. "Bucky. Let me get up." You grumbled. "Hmm?" He asked half asleep. "Let me get up," you mumbled. "No." He grumbled and pulled you closer. "Bucky!" You squealed and got a deep chuckle back. "What's wrong, darling?" You only crossed your arms in response. "Good morning to you too." He chuckled. "You're definitely awake," you mumbled and the arm around you instantly loosened after he realized what you were talking about. "Sorry," was mumbled. "Nah, it's fine." You smiled and finally turned around, "Sleep well after the nightmare?" "Yes, thank you for staying." His tired eyes were shimmering. "No problem." You got hair strands out of your face. "You look adorable right now." He laughed. "I feel more like a squished teddy bear." You pouted and got a giant grin back. "You were a good teddy bear though."

He still occasionally cried and you came to his room whenever you noticed or heard, but he got better, even after visiting Steve. A mission finally called for both of them, not a good sign. Seeing him in his full gear for the first time was overwhelming but fascinating. "Be safe you two idiots." You smiled at both of them. "Don't redecorate the entire house." Sam grinned. "I'll try my best." You chuckled before giving both of them a good hug. The second one came with a kiss to your temple before they were out of the door. You were worried the second they were out of the door, but the two weirdos would be keeping each other safe.

After the mission had turned into a national problem and back, the two men finally came in through the front door exhausted. "Hey, darling." A familiar voice broke the silence and you fell into his arms. "I'm so glad you both are back unharmed," you mumbled. "Of course! We need to annoy the hell out of you. Don't we?" Sam chuckled. You hugged him too before dragging them both into the kitchen to make them some sandwiches. "Sooo. How did it go?" You grinned, knowing well that both of then were ready to explode at the inability of the government. A grumble, "Don't get me started." "Smith is a fucking idiot." "Yeah, and that Tom idiot from mission control." "And Sharon's contact." "Literally anyone involved except for a few." Bucky concluded. "Well, I painted a wall in my room while you were gone and fixed the faucette in the bathroom." You smiled at them accomplished. "Without US!?" Sam said fake offended. "How could you? Let us fail at it first." Bucky joined in. "Can't believe you two manage to keep each other alive." You laughed before starting to clean the counter.

"It's pretty." Bucky smiled at your wall after sitting on your bed and staring at it for a good minute. He was not sure if he liked pastel colors on the wall but guessed they made sense for you. "Thanks. Stood in the paint aisle for almost two hours for the right color." "You think I should paint mine too?" He looked over to you at the desk. "If you want to." A quick shrug. "What color would you pick?" "Maybe...a dark warm purple. Or a tapestry with a lot of moody but colorful things going on. Or maybe just hanging up a few decor pieces in black and brown, fitting to your furniture." Your mind was working with all the possibilities. You didn't notice the soft eyes on you, "I think actually...the best one would be getting a few hang up tapestries that you like and change them up every now and then and the other half of the wall with the decor idea." "Y/N?" He snapped around to get you back. "Huh?" You shook your head and saw his nose crinkle with a chuckle. "Search for some and show them to me." He nudged his head towards your laptop. You grabbed it and fell onto the bed next to him and both of you spent the entire evening checking out tapestries on Society6.

Hands wrapped around your sides before picking you up unexpectedly. With a squeal you found yourself on the shoulders of the super soldier. "I was just trying to hang this up." You giggled. "Thought I should help." He chuckled. "My head literally almost smashed into the ceiling." "But it didn't." The tapestry was put up next to the frames and shelves you had been working on all afternoon while he was at the compound. "It's pretty. Thanks for making it that way." He smiled down at you after letting you down again. "No problem. I love doing this kind of stuff." "Pizza?" "Pizza."

"W-" "Just take it. Wear it everyday and use it if you need to." You were looking down at a bracelet that they got configured for emergencies. In case of imminent danger you just needed to press down a button. "But why?" "You live with two Avengers, we'd feel better if you wore it." Sam added. "Oh okay." You were intimidated by the tech. You studied Hydras infiltration into S.H.I.E.L.D. in your freetime after the files came out and while you were aware that your phone was technically also a tracking device, this felt a little bigger than some phone that can be encrypted by a VPN. You put it on anyway, these two idiots would never want to harm you. "Why not simply use my phone?" You looked up. "You better have two devices than one. If somebody gets your phone a bracelet will be the least suspected thing on your body." "Hm. Okay." You looked at the beads of the bracelet. Looked not too expensive but also not cheap. "Guess I'll get used to it." Two relaxed smiles came back at you. Good.

Arms wrapped around you while you made yourself french toast. A grumble and exhausted exhale. "You'd think with two soldiers you'd have people in the house that are used to early mornings." You chuckled. "Not when you slept like shit and have a roommate that feels like a good surface to fall back asleep on." Sam grumbled in his groggy voice. "You want one?" A soft movement on your shoulder was given back. You added one more slice to the pan and leaned back against him. "Damn you, soft woman." He mumbled squeezing you closer and making you giggle. "You awake or falling asleep again?" You chuckled. "Awake. Unfortunately." He whined before letting you go and taking his toast. "Drink your coffee, birdie. 's gonna be fine." You grinned. He tossled through your hair before making his way to his chair. "You havin' any plans for today?" "Hm. Maybe I'll go adventure the city a bit. Quite a bit has changed in the last 5 years." "You bringing dinner on the way back?" His head dipped to the side like a puppy would do it. "Sushi?" "Sounds good to me."

You'd been all around the Central Park area to scope out new places and what had changed. A few big companies went down after the decimation and smaller shops moved into the places. One of them was actually a sushi place and you already felt it slowly getting colder and the sun was getting lower. You made your way to that block. It was a bit further from the park and not much tourist attractions near, so you could slow down your pace a bit. You never made it to the entrance. You were yanked back by somebody and silenced with a hand over your mouth. You opened your eyes again to an empty street, only darkly clothed men all around. How did you not see them earlier. "Well, if it isn't our Avengers girlfriend." A dark voice said behind you, manifesting into a man coming to a hold in front of you. The man holding you let you go a little, knowing you wouldn't run with all these men around. "What do you want from me and who the hell are you?" You said stronger than you thought you could in this situation. Your hand wandered to your wrist, pressing down the little dent in your bracelet. "The Handler, Hydra, we don't want anything FROM you, we just want you. They'd never let their friend die at our hands. They wanna save you, don't they." "You wanna take me to get them?" You made clear out loud. "Yeah. You wanna come with us normally or do we need to use strength on you?" "I come with you, but only if you can prove you're really Hydra and not just some human trafficking gang." You played the game, they wouldn't take long. "Girl, you wanna see prove?" The man grinned. "I know all his trigger words. You wanna die at the hands of Bucky Barnes or do you wanna live?" "Not sure how long you can keep that promise of me living." You smirked, hearing a faint jetpack coming closer. In seconds somebody grabbed you, Sam kicked down the mysterious man and multiple men fell to the floor. You didn't look at the scene but had enough self defense training to kick the man holding you where the sun doesn't shine before ramming an elbow into his sternum and your hand into his face. A metal hand grabbed over his mouth before his body turned limp. "Stay behind me!" You heard from Bucky, finally getting you out of the shock and did as he said. Your eyes were trying to stay as far away from anything trauma inducing as they could. Bullets were kept from hitting you by black vibranium and you flinched at a cry behind you. "Sam, get her out of here." The arms from this morning suddenly felt possibly threatening for a second, then like the only safe option. "Close your eyes." He quickly told you before flying you up to the next best roof. Redwing hovered above you shortly after and you were pressed to sit down on the floor. "Stay here. Gonna make sure everything is safe." You were shaking, heard a few more gunshots and the little computer over you scanning everything around. "I'm just saying. You better tell her soon or she'll never start training to do these things." "She shouldn't need to. Even if I do." The two flew up in front of you, Bucky immediately coming straight towards you with a concerned face. "Didn't know you could break noses, darling." He huffed before grabbing your shaking form close, letting you sob out the shock. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He mumbled into your ear. "H-home." "We'll bring you home, darling. You're safe now."

"They waited all this time for her to go into an area of the city that's calmer. What the hell could they want from me or you?" Sam was stressed. "They always want me for something." Bucky muttered. "Hey, that's not your fault. Okay?" "I know, but I'm still the reason this bullshit happened to her." "You don't know that." "They wanted to kidnap her to lure us in. Told her they knew the trigger words." Bucky growled. Your pitter patter moved towards the kitchen. Red swollen eyes staring at the two men for a second before you went for the fridge. "He said "come with us or die by Bucky's hands" like it wasn't part of the same plan," you mumbled taking out chocolate pudding, "Which makes me question if they have more stuff to get you with." "I honestly don't wanna try it out without having Steve to kick your head back to normal." Sam shook his head. "I need to call Shuri, Cho & Banner," Bucky muttered before making a quick way out of the kitchen. You sat down on the counter, spoon deep in your comfort food. "You feeling better?" Sam asked. "A bit." "Bucky's still not over you breaking someone's nose. That was badass for someone that's not an agent. But also risky." The last sentence was accompanied by a stern look. You gave a soft smile back, "I knew you both had my back." "I can teach you a few more moves if that helps you." He grinned. "Would always love to learn from my favorite Captain America." You laughed towards the end of the sentence.

"I'll be back in a few weeks. Promise." Bucky looked down at you, regretting that he needed to go to Wakanda. "Gonna miss you." You squished your face into his chest. "I'm gonna miss you too, darling." He smiled down. You pulled his head down a little, making his breathing hitch and his cheeks flush. A soft kiss was pressed onto his forehead before he could get his cool back. "Now nothing can go wrong." You giggled and he grabbed you into a tight hug again with a chuckle before you parted ways and he flew away in the Quinjet.

In the following weeks you got at least one voice memo per day. Sometimes a picture of a beautiful Wakandan flower. Mostly diary-like updates. You kept his room clean, changed the tapestry to a more colorful one, stole some more jumpers and maybe one of his throw blankets. "Sam told me you're a thief again?" He said when you finally video called after a month. "It's getting colder, your jumpers are the best, what else am I supposed to do?" You pouted. "I also see my throw blanket around you right now." He laughed. "I miss you, okay?" You said flustered. "I miss you too. Next time I'm gone I demand to steal something from you too." He grinned. "Alright," you agreed, "How are you doing?" "I think they only test one or two more times for stuff and then I'm gonna be back." "Prepare for the longest hug in the history of hugs." "Alright, darling. Ugh, I need to go. Annoy Sam for me, will you?" He smiled truly happy. "Of course. See ya, Buck."

"No, don't go back before punching. That gives me too much time for defense. Surprise effect." Sam explained to you while showing you some of the things he learned in the military. "So, like this?" You punched him and caught him off-guard. "Damn, girl. You're getting really bold around me, huh?" He smirked. "Thought Captain America could take a hit from someone like me." You chuckled. "Oh, you could easily win against me with the right training. I think Bucky would be hard for any agent or soldier." "Another point for me disliking Steve, thanks. Goes onto the list." "You have a list?" He asked impressed. "C'mon. Good doesn't mean sane." "You're more protective than I thought you'd be." He winked continuing the session. "Why wouldn't I? Physically I'm not a match, but mentally?" You smirked, diffusing a punch. "Fair point." He shrugged, dodging your next punch. "Gaaah." You threw yourself at him in a cuddle attack. "You tired?" He laughed catching you. "Yeah." "Sushi?" "Please."

With a gasp you woke up from a nightmare. A weird one too. Nothing made sense but it had involved your two roommates. After grabbing the water bottle on your bedside table and drinking from it you had calmed down, but not enough to fall back asleep. *I had a nightmare.* *Can't fall back asleep?* *No :c* *Sleep in my bed if it helps.* You had silently made your way to Bucky's room and laid down in his bed, surrounded by his smell. Something about that did wonders to get your eyelids heavy in an instant. The next morning you were greeted with wiggly eyebrows at the kitchen table. "You act like we don't have a nightmare routine." "Yeah, it's real cute. You should try seeing how oblivious you both are. Drives me insane." "Excuse me?" He held his hands up and stayed silent about it for the rest of the week.

You started sleeping only in his room after that day, since it just felt better for whatever reason. You really felt the parts of your day where he was missing. And one morning you finally woke up to arms being tightly wrapped around you with a face pressed into your back. "Bucky?" You whispered tired and turned around. "Hm?" He grumbled half asleep. "I missed you." You grinned squinting. "I missed you too, darling." He peaked his eyes open with a soft smile. You inhaled to say something but held yourself back from doing so. "Missed you more than anything." He grinned with his hand getting your messy hair under control. "Anything is a lot." You giggled. "I know, darling." He pulled you closer, having you in his personal space. "I slept way better in here." You smiled. "Really? Was it because of the bed or the stolen clothes?" He chuckled. "Both." Another giggle left you. "I really want to kiss you right now," he said with his eyes locked on yours. Words failed you and you nodded with a shy smile. Lips touched yours slow and hesitant, testing the waters, making sure you feel comfortable. "I waited so long to do this, god. I'm so madly in love with you." Everything just left him like a waterfall of words. "I love you too, Bucky." Your face lit up. "Sooo, we're gonna stay in this cocoon for a few more minutes?" His hand went down your side. "Of course, you idiot." You laughed. A few more minutes had turned into an hour. Spent with kissing, touching, giggling and content smiles. "You want french toast or not?" You sat up. "I want you...wait...that came out wrong." He laughed. "Oh no, Buck. You meant that the way you said it, player." You grinned. "I mean...it wasn't a lie." Innocent eyes landed on you. "You'd have to kick Sam out for that." You laughed and gave him a little wink, making him blush. "Maybeee I need 5 more minutes." He cleared his throat. "Alright. Good to know." You smirked before leaving the bed next to him warm, while he needed to calm down from any fantasies playing out in his head.

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