#its goin in 2 spots like some of the others that got confusing

[thatdeadaquarius]

it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.

reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).

the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.

or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.

-🫀

ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH

I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO

i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao

IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3

U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario

Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,

& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).

FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT

hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!

👉👈 hope u like :)

you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀

and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”

meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots

literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???

and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-

plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?

Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?

you realize you’re… hovering.

wow, guess you can do that now,

your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.

you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)

and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?

It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,

you’ve got more eyes

I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent

but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!

You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??

the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)

You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??

oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!

tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head

where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!

and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too

and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya

You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee

but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it

♤

k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away

Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands

Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”

So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,

Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself

It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?

wow this new body had literal stamina for days

you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met

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honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)

and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??

honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,

u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???

and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-

…maybe you should wave?

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As you get closer,

Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-

Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.

Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting

and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight

but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited

there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer

The God of All stops some distance away from them

…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋

at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.

A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,

and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it

and speaks,

“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”

your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them

Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,

he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive

the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand

the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing

Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,

“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”

the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,

“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”

your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown

Xiao gulps.

Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…

…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,

you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,

then point to yourself

...and make a peace sign. ✌️

it was going to be a long night.

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idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO

I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/

Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3

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Safe Travels,

💀 ♒

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

#this is a mess to sort on the masterlist #like language barrier au? #but also kinda blunt? #but also misc. bc ur an eldritch being?? #fuck it #its goin in 2 spots like some of the others that got confusing #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin isekai #my asks #gender neutral reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin impact sagau language barrier au #genshin sagau language barrier au #sagau language barrier au #sagau eldritch reader #eldritch reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau x reader

[jackmanbj]

sweet girls

jack wasn’t home yet, he was on his way back from his studio and you’re cavings were up high. you wanted pickles and hot fries, but all you could think about was sweets, so you called jack

“hello? baby everything ok?” “huh oh yea j, but can you stop at the store and get me some candy?” “baby..you know the doctor told you to cut back on the sweets, i dont think i should..” “jackk is the doctor holding the baby or am i ?” “okay damn, what do you even want from the store” “pop rocks, gum, gummies, nerds, lollipops, laffy ta-” “okay forget it you’re not getting all that, pick 2 things” “jjj its for the baby” “mhm 2 things” “ugh fine gummies and laffy taffys.” “mk ill be there soon”

without another word you hung up, you knew he was looking out for you and the baby but you were still mad because you knew what was best for your body being as though you were the pregnant one, but jack didnt care. and even though you had your own car and money, jack hasn’t let you drive since even before you get pregnant and hes been extremely strict on the rule since you got pregnant.

even though jack hated you driving and he had your location, you still thought about sneaking out once he was back and asleep or in the shower, you were getting lost in your thought thinking about how to sneak out until you heard the front door open snapping you out of it.

“y/n? baby im home” you ran to jack kissing him and taking out your candy running back to your favorite spot, the sofa “damn i cant even get a hello?” you sided eyed him “no” you said eating your candy “whatever baby, im going take a shower” and you ignored him

you thought about sneaking out while he was in the shower but just thought about waiting till he was asleep so you could know he wasnt goin to see you eating the snacks

after about 35 minutes jack finally came out the shower his hair still damp as he walked over to you “hey baby” he said rubbing your bump you looked at him and walked away

he stood there confused until realizing it was probably about the candy “baby girl..you know i love you but you cannot have all those sweets, so stop acting like that.” he walked up to you trying to take your face into his hands but you just looked and walked away

jack just sighed and looked at you picking you up “come on, bedtime.” as much as you wanted to kick and scream for him to put you down, you didnt want to give him any kind of reaction

jack sat you down in the bed and went to the bathroom to run you water for a bath you got on your phone and laid down already knowing he was going to come back and get you, which he did.

“come on baby, i know you’re pissed but im still gon take care of you” jack lifted you up and brought you to the bathtub that had bubbles, candles, and your ipad with a movie on

“mm thank you”

“you’re welcome sweet girl, you done ignoring me?” you looked at him and looked back at your movie, he chuckled and left the room to go put new sheets on the bed coming back to check on you after a few minutes and helped you out the tub

once you were back in the bedroom in new sheets he put some lotion on you and his hoodie and gave you some boxers

you laid down and faked sleep till you realized he was asleep, you carefully got out of bed and snuck a pillow right were you were so he wouldn’t wake up form him not having you there

you left out the house in your pink G Waggon that hasn’t been used in about 7 months other then you just sitting in it, you left the house and quickly ran to the store getting all the snacks you originally wanted and more

when you got home you went to check ok jack who was wide awake on his phone you quickly closed the door hoping he didnt see you

you had two full bags of candy, jack walked out the room and took the candy bad out of your hand “what did i tell you ?” “jackk please im sorry i just want my candy !” “uhm no, you’ll get two pieces of candy everyday till its all gone, because not only did you go out and get the candy you aren’t supposed to be eating, you also drove alone and at night” “ugh i fucking hate you” “mhm go get in the bed” jack waited for you to close the door when he heard a loud slam, he was trying ti be patient but the slam was his final straw, he hid the bags of candy and walked up to the room

“y/n. why the fuck are you slamming my damn doors?” you looked at him and rolled your eyes. he sighed pulling your phone out of your hand and asking “why. the fuck. are you slamming my doors. when you don’t pay a single bill?”

jack never got this mad unless he was really upset and ready to go off so you decided to finally give and apologize

“mm i’m sorry baby, i just really wanted that candy i didn’t know you were going to wake up and i’m sorry about the door i was just upset cause you took my candy.. i love you baby boy”

“mm i love you to” jack gave you back your phone and you quickly put it on the charger and cuddle into jack “goodnight ma..” “goodnight j”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n

[lokisprettygirl]

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

Summary: You enter the Slumber Island and meet your new neighbour.

Warning: Mentions of recurring nightmare and trauma, spooky stuff

The sound of the ferry horn woke you up from the nightmare you were in, the same old nightmare again, but it happened to you and it was your reality just a few months ago. You had fallen asleep at your seat, the woman in front of you was staring at you so you smiled at her. 

"You off to the Slumber?" She had an accent of sorts as she spoke and you shook your head,

"No I just, I haven't slept in two days" you told her politely.

"I mean the Island, the Slumber Island, you goin ther to live?" You nodded your head as you understood what she meant, it would take a bit getting used to living in a place that has the word slumber in its name.

"Well that's a one way ticket" she mumbled and you raised your brow, you didn't want to indulge in one more conversation so you just nodded and smiled. At the port you grabbed the two suitcases you had with you and looked around. It looked gloomy..even at 2 pm the island looked sad and dead, there was no sunlight, it was cold and the clouds seemed heavy, you walked away from the port, your realtor Tony had told you that there would be a taxi to drop you straight to the house.

"Hello can you uhh drop me to this address" you gave the address slip to the driver and he smiled. 

"Get in mam, you are the new resident of the Minola house right?" You looked at him surprised as he said that, but then it was a small island so you should have expected it.

"Yes..I ..uhh how did you know" you chuckled nervously and he smiled, he had a kind smile but for some reason you couldn't trust him.

"I'm one of the people in the selection committee, we approve who gets to board here, by the way it's Phil" you smiled as he introduced himself, on the way he kept talking to you and you hummed in response to not come across as rude. He dropped you a few meters away from your house and it made you confused,

"I have two bags, can you drop me in front of the house please?" You asked him politely but he denied and turned the taxi around to leave. 

"What the hell..Great welcome jeez" you cursed under your breath as you felt extremely annoyed.

"Need assistance darling?" You jumped on your spot as you heard the voice, then you turned around to look at the man, he had a maroon oversized shirt on with a wife beater underneath? Who wears a wife beater still? The black pant was snugged around his legs, his long below the shoulder length raven hair was scruffy but not in a dirty way but more like I didn't condition after shampooing way. 

"Hii sorry..I got..umm spooked" you mumbled so he walked towards you and grabbed both of your trolley bags,

"Well you better get used to that on this island, the name is Loki" he raised his hand forward, removing it from the handle of the trolley. Pretty veiny hands. No stop, the whole reason you got here is to escape them. Men like him. He had an accent, probably English, he seemed too good looking to live on an island like this. His green eyes bore into you as you didn't respond to the gesture, 

"Uhhh hii..it's y/n" 

"I know" 

"Are you on the committee too?" You chuckled and he smiled, he was a perfect specimen for the peak male beauty you couldn't deny that.

"Something like that" As you reached the door, you took out the keys from the purse and fumbled with it. 

"You live nearby?" You asked him and he hummed.

"Right in front of you, we are neighbors darling" 

"I'm not your darling, stop calling me that" you got agitated all of a sudden and you could tell he was confused by your reaction. He helped you and you didn't want to doubt his intentions but you couldn't help it either.

"I'm sorry I am just..very tired, thank you for the help..I really appreciate it" you smiled at him and he returned it but there was one thing that still bothered you "I was told there were no other houses in one mile radius from here" you told him and he raised his brow in response,

"That's weird because I'm right here with my house" he pointed towards his house and you chuckled, 

"Yeahhhh I'd invite you in for a coffee as thank you but..I need to settle in, thanks anyways" you told him as you stepped inside quickly to not engage with him any further.

"No worries dear, if you need anything you can always knock on my door" 

He winked at you as he made his way towards his place and you closed the door. It was dark in there so you turned on the light. There were two rooms, one kitchen, two bathrooms, it looked different in the picture, cleaner, there was a portrait of a woman hanging above the fireplace and she seemed to be staring right into your soul so you walked towards it. 

"Well I have a roomie it seems..hey there" you read the name at the bottom of the portrait and it registered as the name the taxi driver Phil said.

"Minola Wright" maybe this house belonged to her at some point. You went on your day cleaning and stocking up, there was a fruit and vegetable market that ran from 8-10 am in the morning and if you didn't get there on time you would have to get to the mainland for shopping, for milk and meat there was a vendor named Steve who had a small shop by the beach. 

Life seemed here as if it was pushed back fifty years but maybe that's exactly what you needed because you were done with the life in the city. 

After cleaning up your room and having dinner you got showered and ready for the bed, you ingested your sleeping pill and waited for it to knock you down but it took its own sweet time. 

You had a cellphone but there was no reception on the island expect the main cellular service, you had saved your favorite songs and movies in there to watch if you feel like it, opening the photo gallery your eyes teared up as you found a picture of yourself on your 26th birthday two years ago, taken at a club in NYC, you looked happy and drunk, surrounded by your friends and him. 

You turned your phone off before you could dwell in deep, that's not why you came here.

You fell asleep soon after but it didn't last long because you woke up to the sound of a woman screaming and it scared the life out of you. 

At first you thought you were experiencing a hypnagogic jerk or an exploding head syndrome but you were wide awake and you heard it again, it sounded like it came from a farther distance but the sound kept getting closer and closer with every passing minute.

You got off the bed, turned the lights on and it didn't make you feel any better because you could still hear the sound of a woman wailing. She sounded distressed. You can't be imagining this right?

You got to the living room as your heart sped up with fear and anxiety, then you looked at the portrait and Minola seemed weird, something different. Her eyes, she wasn't looking at you anymore, she was looking to the side. 

"No no no that's just, fuck you're tired y/n" you closed your eyes to rub your temples and when you opened it, Minola was staring at you again. 

Living alone on an island didn't seem like such a good idea now. 

You walked towards the door and set aside the curtain on the window next to the door. The neighbor's house was all lit up, so you did what he asked you to do.

You knocked on his door. 

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[spotsupstuff]

I have been encouraged by the fact that you seem to be tolerating my rants and I was literally JUST thinking about ancient hair so hi I'm invading your askbox yet again but this time with images to back up my chaos

here is a graffiti! Most likely of an ancient, judging by the humanoid stature, the stripes on its body, the little spots, the covered-up eyes (it bugs me how the ancients black out their eyes in artworks. I get that it's probably part of the whole 'abate thine self' mindset but I WANT TO SEE THEIR WHOLE FACES DAMN IT)

But this ancient is missing their tentacle-hair!! This leads me to believe that some ancients either straight-up lack this feature, have lost their tentacles somehow, or perhaps even choose to remove them.

While no other images (that I have currently found, there may be others) depict completely bald ancients, several show them no visible tentacle-hair.

Here is one of the tapestries:

The one on the right has very long and obvious tentacle-hair. The one of the left doesn't appear to have any (unless they do and I'm just blind). I would guess that this ancient just has the shorter variant of the tentacle hair, or be missing it entirely.

This image shows that ancients also canonically have tiny tails!!! This is shown by the ancient on the right, who appears to. um. not be wearing any clothing. My apologies for showing this indecency, it was either this or the Karma 2 tapestry.

Also their feet. Do not get me started on the pure confusion that is ancient feet.

Here is an image which you've shown several times now. In my opinion it's the best depiction of an ancient that we have. I refer to it as 'the holy grail of ancient imagery' (sorry, I'm a nerd).

This ancient has pretty darn short tenta-hair compared to some of the other art. Their bottom three tentacles have extra rings surrounding the little center dot which could be evidence at tenta-hair trimming (I'm kinda grasping at straws here but idk).

There are several other images depicting short tentacle-hair, but I honestly can't tell whether or not those images are actually ancients or just wacky blobs.

ANOTHER THING!!

This dude looks like a skeleton. Does that mean the tentacle-hair have little bones at its base????? The implications of this for the first graffiti I showed, with the ancient with no tentacle hair! The poor dude lost their head bones!

Before I slither back to my cave I would also like to deposit this graffiti:

It's clearly not an ancient, but it appears to have the tentacle-hair. Distant ancestor, perhaps? It may just be a very heavily stylized ancient (body modifications, maybe?) But I mean. Come on. That is pretty clearly some type of aquatic animal. And it looks vaguely like an ancient. ANCIENTS ARE OCEAN CREATURES. FIGHT ME.

This is all wild and rampant speculation, please correct me if I missed something, got something terribly wrong, or if none of this makes any sense whatsoever.

And my apologies for desecrating your askbox again. You may politely tell me to shut up at any point and I'll move my rampant speculation somewhere else

(and I just noticed that someone made Sparrows fanart. Why did I never think of doing this before arghhhh *runs off to find my drawing tablet*)

oh dear god why's there Bone in The Sasanka jaysus fuck video cult what have you done........

though honestly- if u're allowin my opinion- some things are most likely artistic choices. the skeleton hair thing is most likely to definitely an artistic choice of some dude goin "i wanna draw a cool skull but don't wanna miss out on the hair...- oh i know!"

the holy grail one is legit so fuckin good, gods bless- n i'm really sorry to bap at your straws, but yeah, that's probably not much

i can actually tell you for fact that those are attempts at gettin the end of the tentacle more defined/communicated to the viewer or it's leftovers of the sketch in some way. how am i so sure? cuz dear god.

shaking hands with this anonymous lost soul of an Ancient graffiti artist in these chilli's tonight

with feet i'm also pretty sure a lot of stuff is artistic interpretation tangling in! the most canonical feet pic glimpse we get are these

with the rest being so small EITHER cuz of that artistic decision shit or there might be another bound of body horror involved, from either cutting the toes off or doing similar feet binding technique that was a thing in real life China. i like to think the bottoms of their feet still have pedal disks that sea anemones possess n they gotta wrap 'em up like this to avoid sticking to floors cuz that shit is like suction cups

ah yes, karma three mural.... i've had that shit opened on my browser for a month now, i know that one intimately. yeah! that one is the culprit behind every single tail on an Ancient in the whole fandom n i adore it so much. the fact that it's so... sad (lookit the fuckin teeny nub, whatcha gon do with that) made me decide that the lower circles have more proper ones! and -tsk- AAAAAAHR who give a shit bout nudity up in this bitch, this just how we ball. all from the artistic, biological and religious sense, heavens know each time i draw Sparrows from behind without her jacket on i feel like i'm toeing Some kind of line. nudity is just a different kind of deal for them than for us culturally n i think that is super neat actually. taking things that are a given to us n flippin it all on its head is one of my favorite things to do, rule 180° bayyybeeee

n i do NOT mean this in a mean way, this is lighthearted but i'm JGSDKMCLKMKGKSDLCK i get handed a clam with a whale tale with lil geysers on top of it n told "this is Sparrows' great times 1000 grandpapa" JGSKLCKL

LIKE,,, NOT DISPUTING IT CUZ WHO THE HELL KNOWS ANYMORE. SEA ANEMONES WITH BIPEDAL BODY PLAN IS ALREADY SO FUCKIN WEIRD THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN. i just can't help but see some sorta looney tunes clam whale in it. -dreamy sigh- what if they had looney tunes-esque cartoons...........

but yes, these fucked up things Def came from the oceans cuz the oceans always spit out the strangest shit and i also adore to think that their whole society runs on water energy/steam so the connection of It Came From The Sea with that really tickles my worldbuilding enthusiast brain

#Spot says stuff #rw #n naaaaaaaah es cool whats inboxes for if not barking at other people #n absolutely dont feel obligated to draw any fanart or smth like that!!!! id be honored but as always: you do as you wish

[in-ky]

An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

#negan x y/n #negan x you #negan x reader #negan smith #alpha!negan #omega!reader #twd a/b/o #a/b/o kink #a/b/o dynamics

[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 3/?

 A/N: Hey everyone, sorry this took so long!! This chapter was kinda hard to write, I felt like there wasn’t much that I could add but I did my best! I wanna get to Bucky as much as you all do! 😭😩

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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@buckylokisimp​​, @white-wolf-buckaroo​​, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies​

Word Count: 2098

​Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~

Warnings: none

Chapter Summary: You and Steve run from HYDRA

Chapter 3: TOMORROW ISN’T PROMISED TO ANYBODY

I enter a shopping mall where I buy a hoodie for myself and a jacket, glasses and a hat for Rogers using cash. I pass by JD sports and see some Supra Vaders I know the Captain will just love so I go in and grab a pair, and get a pair of Nike Dunk Sky His for myself. I leave and meet him where he waits, away from any crowds and we put on our simple yet effective disguises.

“First rule of going on the run, is don’t run. Walk,” I say, recalling my operations training.

“If I run in these shoes they’re gonna fall off.”

I smirk. “Sorry, thought you’d be bigger.”

Ignoring my innuendo, Steve huffs. “They’re ridiculous, why can’t I lace them up?”

“It’s a fashion statement.” I glance at a map as we pass by. “Apple store’s upstairs.” We ride the escalator and enter the store.

Finding an empty laptop, I get to work. “The drive has a Level 6 homing program so as soon as we boot up, SHIELD will know exactly where we are.”

“How much time will we have?” he asks, surveying the area not so subtly.

“About 9 minutes from…” I insert the drive. “now.” I enter the coding commands to unlock the intel but something inverts each one… now comes in my training from the Academy of Science and Technology. “Fury was right about that ship. Somebody’s trying to hide something.” As I look through the coding script my inputs are rewritten to counter the commands. “This drive is protected by some sort of AI.”

“Like Stark’s robot voice? Can you override it?”

I raise a brow as I type away. “The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly. I’m gonna try running a tracer. This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can’t read the file, maybe we can find out its origin.” The map tracks a location and pinpoints it as we are approached by a store employee.

“Can I help you guys with anything?”

I react quickly and give him my best charming smile. “Oh, no. My fiancé was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations,” I giggle, placing my hands on Rogers’ shoulders.

“Right,” he adds awkwardly. “We’re gettin’ married.”

“Congratulations! Where are you guys thinkin’ about goin’?”

I go back to the laptop and the state has been pinpointed.

“New Jersey,” the Captain reads aloud.

“Huh,” the employee lets out, surprised. “I have the exact same glasses,” he says after a pause.

“Wow, you two are practically twins,” I remark as I type away.

“Yeah, I wish!” he chuckles. “Specimen. Uh, if you guys need anything… I’ve been Aaron.”

“Thank you,” Rogers rushes out. “You said 9 minutes,” he checks his watch. “Come on.”

I shush him. “Relax… I’m working.” The screen reads Wheaton, New Jersey. “Done.” I look up at him and he has a frown on his face. “You know it?”

“I used to. Let’s go.” He pulls the hard drive out of the laptop and we walk out of the store. “Standard tac team. Two behind, two across,” he turns to face forward. “two comin’ straight at us. If they make us, I’ll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro.”

As he speaks I roll my eyes, this guy was definitely not meant for the spy world. “Put your arm around me and laugh at something I said,” I say.

“What?” he sounds utterly confused.

“Do it.” I feel his arm rest on my shoulder and he gives the most awkward laugh I have ever heard come from a person. “See, Captain? No need to make such a scene.” We work our way to the escalator and I spot Rumlow on the escalator coming up. I turn to look up at Rogers. “Kiss me.”

“What?” he says again, flustered.

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.”

“Yes they do!” he whispers.

I put my hand to the back of his neck and push him towards me so our lips meet and I feel his hand fall on my waist. I open my eyes and pull away slowly after enough time has passed.

“You still uncomfortable?” I ask turning and walking down the escalator.

“That’s not exactly a word I would use,” he murmurs and quiets down as we get to the parking lot.

“We could get bus tickets to New Jersey, think I’ve got enough cash for the trip,” I suggest.

“Keep a look out,” he says approaching a truck as I frown but do as he says. In no time I hear the start of an engine and whirl to look at him. “Come on, we don’t have all day,” he says smugly.

I get into the passenger’s side and he starts to drive to the Garden State.

“Can’t believe Captain America can steal cars…” I say striking up a conversation.

He chuckles. “Kind of a necessary skill when you’re fighting a World War and you’re in enemy territory.”

I hum and he glances at me. “And it’s not stealing if we give it back so get your feet off the dash.”

“Bossy,” I remark but do as he says. “I like that,”

There’s a pink tint to his cheeks and his jaw clenches but he doesn’t say anything.

“So I have a question for you…” I start with a raised brow. “But you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, although no answer is an answer in itself so-“

“Get to it, L/N,” he interrupts authoritatively.

“Was that your first kiss since 1945?” I smirk.

“That bad, huh?”

“I didn’t say that!” I laugh.

“Well it kinda sounds like that’s what you’re saying.”

“I was just… wondering if you’ve had practice… since going… into the ice,” for a super secret agent, that answer lacked finesse. “It’s just, I don’t know how you did it in 1945 but guys normally move their mouths for a long kiss like that,” I shrug.

“I don’t need practice.”

“Everyone needs practice.”

“It was not my first kiss since 1945. I’m 95, not dead.”

“Oh?” I say, curiosity piqued. “Who’s been kissing Captain America then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Someone special?”

He chuckles. “It might come as a surprise to you but it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience,” he says sarcastically.

“That’s okay, you just make stuff up.”

“What, like you?” I know he doesn’t intend for it to sound mean so I shrug it off.

“Not everyone can handle the truth, can they? I wouldn’t mind a few white lies to keep something good going… and you don’t need shared life experience, right? Not really… there’s that whole opposites attract notion, after all.”

“But it’s good to have someone who understands what you’re going through, right?”

I shrug… sometimes not knowing is better. Safer. “Maybe. But in this occupation…” I sigh. “Well I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been in love.”

“You’ve – you never had someone?” Looks like I threw him for a loop.

Shaking my head I turn to look out my window at the trees we pass by. “I don’t hate love or anything… it’s just dangerous to love someone like… us. Isn’t it? They’d either get hurt by people we go after or… ya know, if we don’t come back… it hurts them too.”

“But tomorrow isn’t promised to anybody,” he reasons. “So why deprive yourself of something as great as love on the off chance you die?”

“Because it’s easier.”

“For who?”

“Why the interest Rogers? You wanna fill that spot? Play a little house? Imagine we don’t have to save the world from domestic terrorists?”

He hums at my decision to not answer the question. “No, that’s not what I need right now.”

“And what do you need?”

“Just…” he sighs. “a friend.”

Of course. “Well, there’s a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers…”

“Maybe we could start with not calling each other our last names?” he offers.

I smile. “Maybe.”

We arrive at the location the tracer indicated as the sun is setting.

Camp Lehigh is on a sign but it seems to be long abandoned.

“The file came from these coordinates,” I say as I pick the lock on the chained fence.

“So did I…” Steve says looking up at the sign in nostalgia. “This camp is where I was trained.”

“Change much?”

“A little…”

I wonder around, scanning the area for any thing to indicate a power source. “This is a dead end. Zero heat signatures, zero waves. Not even radio. Whoever created the file must have used a router to throw people off.” I tuck the scanner in my back pocket and the Captain looks up at me then shifts his gaze to behind me, frowning. “What is it?”

He starts walking and I follow. “Army regulations forbid storing munitions within 500 yards of the barracks. This building’s in the wrong place.” He breaks the lock with his shield and we enter as it leads us underground.

I turn on the lights and it reveals the insignia painted on the wall. “This was SHIELD. The early days, after it evolved from the Strategic Scientific Reserve,” I say, recognizing the outdated logo.

We wander around, finding a wall of three portraits. “The three founders.” He looks at me. “What? The history is one of the things they teach at the academies. Colonel Philips, Howard Stark and Margaret Carter.”

“There are academies?”

“Three. Very tough admission.”

Rogers spots something and looks closer. “If you’re already working in a secret office…” he pushes the shelves apart. “Why do you need to hide the elevator?”

Using my SHIELD issued code breaking device I type in the code for the elevator which takes us down even further to a room of computers, monitors and servers.

“This can’t be right… this equipment is ancient how could it be used to make the files?”

There was one place that looked like it came from this century and I decide to take a risk and plug in the usb drive. The servers whir and more lights come on.

“Initiate system?” a computerized voice says.

Yes, I type. “Creepy.” As we wait for the system to boot up I smirk. “Shall we play a game?” I laugh at myself. “It’s from a movie that was really pop-“

“I know,” he interrupts. “I saw it.”

A camera moves to Rogers and a voice recites his name and year of birth. Then it turns to me and does the same.

“Is this the AI that was blocking my commands back at the mall?” I say looking closer.

“I may not be the man I was back when the Captain took me in 1945 but I am.” A photo appears on one of the other screens.

“You know this… thing?”

“Arnim Zola was a German Scientist who worked for the Red Skull.”

“He’s been dead for years,” I add, remember something of the history lessons.

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive.” The robot voice recounts his end of life story and how he uploaded his consciousness into databanks.

“How did you get here?”

“By invitation.”

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value. Always thought they shoulda just locked them all up… we probably wouldn’t be in this mess if they did.”

“HYDRA would have died with the Red Skull.”

“Cut off one head… two more shall take its place,” I recite their mantra aloud.

“When history did not cooperate… history was changed.” A flurry of photos of the Winter Soldier in the back ground of significant political events appear on the screens.

“That’s impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you,” I say, moving closer.

“Accidents would happen.” News of Howard and Maria Stark’s car accident shows up next.

Rogers punches the screen as Zola provokes him.

Does that mean…? I don’t finish the thought as the mad scientist explains what the drive contains.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” I ask.

The doors begin to close as Steve is too late to throw his shield. A beeping comes from my communicator, detecting something. “Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?”

“SHIELD.” I pull out the drive and Steve pulls a grate from the floor. I jump in and he follows, putting the shield up above us as rubble rains down on us. He strains against the weight of it all and the debris settles.

💖💖

Thank you for reading!

I'll be gone until Monday again but I'll try to write on my phone!! I have literally never been so busy throughout this summer until now!

Chapter 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #x reader #steve rogers x platonic!reader #flirty!reader #marvel #mcu #marvel rewrite #captain america #winter soldier #catws rewrite #reader insert #fanfic #enemies to lovers #slowburn

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 18]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, car sex, filmed sex videos, using panties as a gag, but also panty stuffing, choking, domme!reader for like .3 seconds ☠️, after all the mess of last night(iykyk) i think we need this lol, but also a bit of a filler chapter for… reasons. 💕 but also came out raunchier than I anticipated but that was maybe just a me thing LOL 😭 as always, thank you for all the love and support with cherry bomb💕💕 only two more chapters left, I cant believe it... 😭😭😭 also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow! For now, enjoy ch 18 and have a great weekend! Be safe! ❤️🍒

not me editing the notes to include the ❤️🍒 that cheol just used on weverse 😩

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“Did you get it?”

Jun looks around the diner as he nods, “Yeah. It got to my house yesterday but I still don’t understand why I had to help you get this… Does Seungcheol-hyung not know? I’m confused.” He laughs nervously, somewhat concerned he’s helping you do something you shouldn’t be doing.

You grin back at the confused male, blinking innocently at him while he chuckles under his breath.

“Not… for now. But don’t worry. He’ll find out! I just… Haven’t brought it up to him yet, is all! But I will! ‘Cause we’re planning something~”

Jun’s lips fall into a surprised ‘o’, eyes flitting to the group of people that enter the diner.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” He yells, smiling before he turns to face you again. “So you’re scheming something but hyung’s just not part of the scheming… yet?”

“Exactly!”

“Hey, what do you say we go on a picnic date on Saturday?”

You tilt your head at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised. “I mean, I’d love to but we need to… post on Saturday? We haven’t filmed anything yet so I thought we’d film early on Saturday and then… y’know.”

Seungcheol grins at you from the opposite end of the sofa; eyes glimmering with a playfulness that has you mumbling a quiet ‘I see’ before rolling your eyes jokingly at the male.

“I see you’re scheming so the answer is yes, ‘Cheol, I’d love to go on a date with you on Saturday.”

“Good, ‘cause I already have everything set up for us so it would’ve been a waste!”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re remembering what you needed to bring up to Seungcheol. “Hey, by the way… about the channel rebranding thing.” Pausing, you wait for him to give you his full attention before you continue. “I thought maybe, we skip next week’s Wednesday show and instead we do a Friday show and for the last time, do a Saturday show and that’ll be, like, the rebranding? Is that confusing?”

Seungcheol nods along slowly, “No I know what you’re goin’ for. Any ideas for the shows?”

Your face and cheeks feel hot as you squirm, “Well… I had this idea. Why don’t we each… come up with a show concept. I’ll pick Friday’s show and you can pick Saturday’s and we’ll go with each other’s idea. Not, like, a competition but y’know, I thought it’d be fun for our viewers too! They can see what we come up with when each of us have control of the theme.”

Seungcheol goes quiet, contemplating his options. “And neither of us will know what the other’s concept is until the show?”

“Mmhmm! All within our hard limits though! That’s the only rule.”

A grin finds its way onto Seungcheol’s face. 

Oh, did he have ideas.

“Sounds fun. Can’t wait to see what you come up with, baby.”

‘Jeongguk I have a favour.’

Jeon 🥴: always favours wit u but ok, i havent been disappointed yet

Jeon 🥴: u keep me on my toes, it makes me tingly 

‘Shut up’

‘Do you have Jimin’s phone number, by chance?’

Jeon 🥴: I mean yea i do but…

Jeon 🥴: nvm i dont wanna kno

Jeon 🥴: but actually i wanna kno before i give it to u

‘Just give me the number and you can find out next Saturday’

Jeon 🥴: cryptic but i like it

Jeon 🥴: 82 13 1013 0613

Jeon 🥴: ur welcome

‘Thanks, Jeongguk, I owe you.’

The week continues with you and Seungcheol continuing to plan without each other; sly smirks and hushed giggles passed between you both even when Friday’s show comes and goes.

Saturday morning greets you with cloudy skies and pouring rain and you pout at Seungcheol as soon as you manage to get the curtains open to watch the downpour.

“‘Cheol, it’s raining… How are we gonna go on a picnic date now?” He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks.

“We can still go on our date, we’ll just… stay in the car. It’s not as romantic as I would’ve liked but I already had everything set up for us and even packed a basket.” He laughs under his breath, a little deflated that the rain had suddenly come and ruined his plans.

There went his idea of fucking you on a big picnic blanket out in the open.

“I gotta say, even though we’re just chilling in your parked car on the hillside… It’s actually quite pretty out here, ‘Cheol! Kinda calming with the rain and all~”

The two of you stay bundled up underneath a blanket in the backseat; the car windows already fogged up with the warmth the two of you radiate.

Seungcheol had packed a picnic basket filled with various snacks and premade food; a sheepish smile on his face when he told you he wasn’t sure what to bring.

“I would’ve made food but I wanted it to be a surprise and I also wasn’t sure what would’ve been good to bring. Although, now I’m thinkin’ we should’ve packed a thermos of hot chocolate or something.”

You pull away from him slightly, pouting. “That would’ve been good to warm us up a bit. I totally didn’t think of it either…”

Seungcheol grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Speaking of warming up…” He leaves the comfort of the blanket as he leans over to the side, placing his phone precariously on the phone holder that he’d set up on the backside of the driver’s seat to catch a side view of the two of you. He opens the camera app and quickly starts recording before he settles back into his place across from you.

“Well? Give it to me, baby. Right now.”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour over you at his sudden demand, “I--but--but I’m not p-prepped yet, I--”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head slightly before he leans over you; making sure the two of you are within the camera’s line of filming.

“Baby, I just wanted a kiss.” Your entire face goes hot, all the way up to your ears. “O-oh.”

He leans in, soft lips pressing against your own as he tangles a hand in your hair to deepen the kiss. You melt into his touch, lips parting on their own as you let out soft moans that mix in with the pitter patter of rain outside.

His lips leave yours and before you can even get a word out, a shiver runs up your spine when he starts pressing soft kisses against your jawline.

“So pretty and all mine.” He mumbles; voice muffled against your warm skin. “And now everyone knows who you belong to, right, angel?”

You nod shakily, throat dry at the gentleness in Seongcheol’s voice. “Y-yeah… ‘m all yours, ‘C--Cheol…”

“Should I leave some reminders? Just in case anyone forgets.”

You mewl in response, eyes rolling back when you feel Seungcheol starting to leave love bites on your neck. He sucks on the skin, only to soothe it with his tongue moments after.

“A-ah, don’t l-leave so many or e-else…” Whining, you rub your thighs together under the blanket; already feeling the arousal starting to take over your body.

“Or else…? I wasn’t aware you were giving me orders now, baby.” He smirks against your skin, leaving one more love bite on the column of your neck before he pulls away.

He kisses you softly on the lips once more before he’s pulling the blanket off of you and tugging you onto his lap; a gentle, warm smile on his plush lips. Your lust filled eyes meet Seungcheol’s before they’re flitting down to your lap where he pushes your skirt up to reveal your panties and before you can fully comprehend, he’s already tearing at the material before he tosses it to the side.

“I want you to ride my cock just like this, baby. Forget the camera’s even rolling, I wanna see you getting off in the backseat of my car and I wanna see your pretty face when you’re falling apart from how good my cock fills up your pretty cunt.”

You rock your hips against Seungcheol’s; hands placed on his shoulder as you chase your pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this, angel. So fuckin’ cute when you’re getting what you want.” You moan in response, head thrown back when the head of his cock taps your g-spot.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Seungcheol pauses; hands snaking down your body until you feel them on the skin of your ass.

He squeezes your ass as you whine loudly, fingertips teasing at the puckered rim. “Ah, we should’ve brought a toy with us. Bet you would’ve liked both of your needy holes filled, huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck! S--Seungcheol!” You clench around his cock, bouncing in his lap harder when he pulls his fingers away.

“We’ll save it for another time~ Wouldn’t want to rock the car too much, y’know? And I’d want you to be comfortable when you have all your needy ‘lil holes filled, not in the backseat of my car.” He grins at your somewhat disappointed face; feet planted on the floor of the car before he’s thrusting up into you and matching your erratic movements.

“Oh, g-god, it feels s--so good! I, ah, w-wanna cum!” Whimpering, your brows furrow as your hazy eyes meet Seungcheol’s.

“Aww, my sweet angel wants to cum already? So fuckin’ easy. Only a few minutes on my cock and you’re already falling apart?”

When he smirks back at you; there’s a sudden pang of confidence that pours over you and in an instant, you move a free hand up to the column of his throat. You squeeze down slightly, only enough as a warning as he licks his lips at you.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stop your movements while you sit perfectly still on his cock.

“Hmm? Gonna choke me to shut me up, baby? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can.” He taunts, hands still on your clothed waist. You start swiveling your hips again, except this time you keep your hand loosely wrapped around his neck; fingertips only just pressing into the sides as he lets out a soft groan in return.

“I bet you’d like it t-too much, ‘Cheol…” He chuckles softly; nodding when he feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy.

“Not as much as you do.” He starts thrusting up into you again, momentarily making you lose your hold on him when your body jostles from his harsh movements.

“Mmh, gonna cum in your pretty cunt ‘n then I’m gonna make you sit pretty with your fingers keeping my cum inside while I drive us both home. Fuck, bet you’d cum again just from that too. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, fingering my cum deeper into your needy cunt.”

Before Seungcheol can say any more, your other free hand quickly reaches for your discarded, torn panties; shoving them into his parted lips as he lets out a surprised noise around the fabric.

“You, ngh, t-talk too m-much…” You mutter.

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh around the fabric, quickly pulling your hand from around his neck as he swiftly maneuvers you off of his cock to switch your positions.

He presses you down into the backseat as he pistons his hips into you; his hands keeping your legs spread obscenely wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

The car rocks back and forth with his harsh movements and your moans only get louder and louder with each thrust of his hips that has the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum!” You feel your walls getting tighter around Seungcheol’s cock and he finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your body starts to tense with your impending orgasm. He growls around the fabric in his mouth; eyes silently ordering you to cum as his hips start to lose rhythm.

“Ah, S--Seungcheol!”

His name rolls off of your tongue in quick succession until it turns into muddled, broken whines and cries and he fucks you right through your orgasm as he chases his own. He feels his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls flutter around him and he only manages a drawn out groan before he’s unloading all of his cum inside of you; head thrown back as he lets the waves of pleasure wash over his body.

You stare up at him through glassy eyes, chest heaving as you ride out the remnants of your high. “Ngh… gonna, mmh, make a--a mess on the s-seats…” Muttering, it takes a few quiet moments before Seungcheol is slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt but the glimmer in his eyes lets you know he’s not completely done with you just yet.

Seungcheol starts to slowly ease his cock out of you as you groan softly at the emptiness, waiting for the second you close your eyes to blink to make his move.

He takes his chance; pulling the soaked material from inside of his mouth just as the head of his cock is at your entrance and he quickly places the torn panties right where the head of his cock was, just a second ago.

“That was really cute of you, baby.” You breath hitches when you feel his fingers starting to press the material into your spent hole. “Really, really cute.”

Your thighs shake at the feeling of Seungcheol slowly pushing your panties into your cunt; eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out shaky whimpers. “Oh, fuh--fuck, Seungcheol, mmh!”

“I actually packed a spare pair of panties for you, y’know? I was gonna play nice and eat your pretty ‘lil cunt out instead of letting you sit in cum soaked panties but I guess you had other plans, hmm? Got a little too greedy, perhaps?”

He smirks down at you, watching as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss when he pushes more and more of your panties into your pussy until only a small piece of fabric is left hanging out.

Seungcheol turns to face his phone that’s still recording, plucking it from the holder it’d been in before he flips the camera and films your body instead. He lets it linger on your fucked out expression before he brings it down to your pussy, filming your squirming body as you clench around the fabric keeping Seungcheol’s cum from spilling out of you and onto the backseat.

“Mm, and now you get to sit in the passenger’s seat, your own panties stuffed into your pussy while I drive home. But I bet it feels good, huh? Your needy ‘lil hole plugged up ‘til I can get you home so I can fuck you again. Unless you get really desperate, then I’ll let you take the panties out by yourself and you can finger your cunt and make yourself cum again.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his filthy words and you can’t help but bring a shaky hand down, fingertips already on your clit as Seungcheol raises a brow at you.

“You should get to d-driving then, ‘Cheol… Don’t you wanna find out what, ah, I choose?”

He shakes his head as he ends the recording on his phone; tossing the device to the side before he leans over you again.

“You’ve been getting really cocky with me, angel. Something I should know about?”

You blink up at him innocently, lips in a pout. 

“Nope~”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #scoups fic #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt fic #seventeen fic #scoups #seungcheol

[thesightstoshowyou]

Even You

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Part 3

Read Part 2 here

Summary: You kill Bo with kindness.

Warnings: Dubcon, slapping, spitting, biting, choking, daddy kink, praise kink, oral, dominant-ish reader. Starts out extremely dubious but quickly slows down. Heed the warnings please.

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             “Get yer shoes on, let’s go.”

             You look up at Bo from your spot on the couch, a half-folded shirt in your hands. Laundry is scattered all around you in heaps. Lester rests in the chair opposite you and glances up from the magazine in his hands.

             “Go?” You ask, slowly folding the t-shirt and placing it in a basket.

             “We’re goin’ to town. Gotta pick up a couple a’ things.” You frown. He’s…taking you to town? That’s hard to believe.  

             “Uh…. You sure that’s a good idea?” Lester asks, sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes flicking from you to Bo.

             “Next time I need yer opinion, I’ll ask for it,” Bo spits, adjusting his cap and fishing the truck keys out of his pocket. You figure it’s best not to argue.

             Hastily, you toss the laundry back into the basket and hurry to the door to slip into your shoes. You meet Bo in the truck, sliding into the passenger seat as the pick-up roars to life. You sit quietly, occasionally glancing at Bo out of the corner of your eye, waiting for him to tell you where you’re really going.

            He’s silent, mouth twisted in a scowl. Great, he’s in a bad mood. Again.

            “We’re…uh…not going to town, are we?” you ask. It’s phrased like a question, but you know he knows you aren’t asking. He answers anyway.

            “What do ya’ think I am? Stupid?” He turns off the main road onto a dusty dirt trail. The pick-up lumbers down the path, bouncing you in your seat with every lurch of the cab. Bo must find the spot he wants because he pulls off the road entirely, parking under the shade of a massive locust tree.

            The second the truck goes quiet he’s on you, crawling across the seat to shove you back against the window. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, teeth knocking into your own and biting your bottom lip until you taste copper. His hands shove your legs apart before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against him.

            You gasp and shove against his chest, anything to get him to slow down a little. He’s everywhere, hands in your hair, at your waist, groping your ass, tongue in your mouth, on your neck—You can hardly breath.

            “Bo—

            You try but gasp in shock when he slaps you across the face, his palm leaving stinging redness in its wake. He grips your jaw and forces your eyes to meet his. There’s so much burning anger in those baby blues it scares you into silence.

            “I don’t wanna hear a sound outta ya’ unless it’s a ‘Please’ or a ‘Thank you,’ got it?” You nod, biting your lip.

            “Open yer mouth,” he orders. You do. Without warning, Bo spits. Thick saliva lands on your tongue and splatters on your parted lips. Before you can react, he smears it across your cheek, laughing cruelly when you jerk away, disgusted.  

            A cry leaves your throat when he leans down and sinks his teeth into the flesh where your shoulder meets your neck. He growls into your skin and you wonder if you’re going to be okay when this is all over. You don’t dare speak again, but you’re beginning to panic. He might really hurt you.

            What you decide to do next may be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life, but you figure it’s you’re only shot. While he’s distracted with your shirt, you grab his forearm and bring his wrist to your mouth, placing a tender kiss to the angry, red scars curled around his skin.

            Everything freezes; Bo, you, time itself. You hold your breath as Bo stares, wide-eyed and shocked. You watch in slow motion as the shock morphs into anger, his blue eyes growing dark as his brow draws down.

            The hand you aren’t holding darts out and latches onto your neck, squeezing until you release him and grip the wrist around your throat. You cough and he squeezes harder until your mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to draw in air.

            Only one thing to do.

            You reach out and lay your palm against his sweaty cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Immediately he releases you and sits back, looking at you like you’ve grown another head. You gasp and hack, gripping your sore throat and moving to your knees. You swallow thickly a few times to lubricate your dry throat before speaking.

            “It—it doesn’t always have to be like this, Bo. Everyone…listen, everyone deserves some gentleness. Even you.” Boldly, you take his hand, fingers sneaking under his sleeve and tracing the scars you just pressed to your lips. His own lips thin into a line and he jerks his hand out of your grip.

            “Don’t believe me? Fine. Then…then I’ll just have to show you.” Heart hammering, every fiber in your body screaming at you to back off already, you crawl forward until you’re seated in his lap. He huffs through his nose, eyes narrowing in warning, but you persist.

            Gingerly, you lean forward, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss back, but doesn’t pull away either. Your fingers slide down to trace his jaw, then the shell of his ear, before carding through the damp hair on the back of his neck.

            Infinitesimally, you feel his shoulders relax. You continue to stroke his hair, the back of his neck and eventually his lips move against yours, lightly at first, skin just brushing, cigarette-scented breath ghosting over your face. His hands come up from where they’d been clenched at his sides to rest on your hips.

            Your lips move to his cheek, tenderly caressing, before kissing along his jaw, fingers slipping under his chin to tip his head back. Bo allows it and you blow lightly on the dewy skin of his neck before leaning in to kiss, to lick, to nip. When your teeth graze his racing pulse a little broken noise escapes his throat. The sound goes straight between your legs and you reward him with a little roll of your hips.

            Bo’s hands slide under your shirt to grip your waist and pull you closer. You grind your hips down against the hard length in his jeans and he inhales though his teeth, hips bucking. Your mouth returns to his and you suck on his bottom lip while your fingers trail down his chest to unbuckle his belt.

             You swallow another of his tiny whimpers when you reach into his boxer briefs to give him one, slow stroke. You hum against his mouth, lips trailing across his cheek to his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe, you whisper, “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, daddy. Wanna feel how wet you make me?”

            Bo’s hand flies to your hair and he groans. You take that as a, “Yes”, so you tease the head of his cock with your thumb while unbuttoning your own shorts. You slip off his lap and shimmy out of your bottoms before straddling him once more so you can slide his hot length along your slick folds.

            Mouth returning to his ear, you purr, “Please, daddy, can I fuck you?”

            “Jesus, fuck, yes,” Bo whines, his dirty nails digging into the meat of your hip. Eagerly, you position yourself over his cock, slowly sinking down until your slippery muscles swallow every inch.

            Torturously slow, you roll your hips. The desperate noise that you pull from Bo’s throat makes you clench and grind into his lap. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, tipping his head back so you can suck a deep purple mark just above his collarbone.

            “You feel so fucking good, daddy. I love how full you make me. Please, I wanna go faster, can I fuck you faster?” Bo’s voice breaks when he tries to speak so you buck your hips until he’s moaning and gripping the back of your neck to ground himself.

            You lean back and tip his head down until you’re looking into his eyes. He’s a wreck; sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks tinged pink, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving. He’s putty in your hands and, for a moment, you understand why he likes the control. It’s a power trip, to be sure.

            You kiss him again, whisper against his lips how good he looks. You thank him for his cock, for allowing you to fuck him so good. He lets loose a whiny, “Fuck,” that makes heat spike through your gut until you keen. You’re sure you’re going to spontaneously combust if he makes one more sound.

            “Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum all over your cock, please, I want to, please can I cum?” He doesn’t even try to speak this time, just nods, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan his name and crash into ecstasy. Your spasming cunt milks his throbbing cock and you feel the telltale jerk of his hips, signaling his own end is near.

             Hastily, you slip off his lap and squeeze down under the dash so you can suck his cock into your mouth. You take him until your nose meets the dark curls at the base. Bo fists a hand in your hair, a strangled shout ripping from his throat as he slams into yours. Salty warmth spills onto your tongue and you make sure to swallow it all. You hollow out your cheeks as you resurface, coming away from his twitching cock with a quiet pop.

             “Thank you, daddy,” you murmur, placing a gentle kiss on his softening length. Panting and slack-jawed, Bo shudders and lets his head fall back against the headrest, groaning quietly. Without another word, you crawl back onto the seat and curl into his side.

             Bo drapes his arm over your shoulders and you take his other hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to each fingertip. Heaving a shuddering sigh, he lifts his head and peers down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He seems guarded, maybe, and possibly a bit confused.

            You offer him a small, reassuring smile. Bo clears his throat and sniffs, seeming to come out of his trance. He slides back into the driver’s seat, hand going to the keys in the ignition.

            “You got a filthy mouth, ya’ know that? Got damn, girl.”

             You snort and roll your eyes. Bo Sinclair, the poet.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax (2005) #n sfw #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x you #dubcon #my writing

[secret-realm]

On today’s living with my beloveds, here comes: “fighting the cold: winter season” because it’s winter time for me and today’s weather was really cold.

Mammon:

A whole human demon heater.

His body heat is naturally warm, so the cold doesn’t affect him too much.

Thanks to this he can easily go around wearing sleeveless shirts inside the house.

Someone touches his arm slightly with cold hands and he ends up jumping away.

"Oi! What would ya come like that out of nowhere?"

He's really easy to scare, so be careful.

"Of course the great Mammon can handle this cold- oh, y-you wanted a hug? Wait! We're ya goin'?"

Faust loves to squeeze him out of nowhere.

Asra:

Human heater pt.2.

Pretty much has to do with Asra's warm aura.

Will carry a blanket around for everyone else who gets cold.

"You should wear some more layers of clothes if you're feeling cold"

Sweet and gentle smile.

But if someone doesn't listen to the advice provided by Asra then they'll get dragged by a blanket that will get attached to them.

"Next time we can avoid this if you listen to me."

One of Stella's favourite sleeping place (but don't tell Felix).

Felix:

As cold as the chilly air.

The low temperatures don’t really affect him because he's used to it.

But if something way colder directly touches him he’s yeeting himself away.

Almost like a startled cat.

Not Stella though, she's too cool for that.

"There's no need for me to wear more clothes, I'm not shaking because of the cold. Why? It must be due to exhaustion since I did not- what? I refuse to take a nap!"

Intriguing creature for Faust, but too cold for her to stay next to him for too long.

He still will get squeezed tho.

Saeyoung:

If the weather is cold then he gets cold.

But with a warm environment he will be alright.

Although he is pretty much going around all of the time, so he keeps himself warm by moving too.

Literally everywhere at all times??

Hold on? Was he drinking too much Dr. Pepper again? He was told not to do that!

"Of course I wasn't drinking Dr. Pepper for the fourth time today ha... I-"

And there he goes running away.

"Lady Stella! Please help me! Waaaaaa-"

Sophie:

Usually cold.

Sometimes her body is cold, and it doesn’t feel like it at all.

Other times her body is so cold that even her soul can feel it.

“I think my thermoregulation is broken”

Close to the heater when it is too cold around her. She’s warm now.

Five steps away from the heater and Sophie is cold once again.

Hands’ skin gets cracked during winter season and fingers are full of little cuts.

"My hands are not even cold now!... Are they?"

Sophie had been typing on her laptop for an entire hour now, and Felix was sitting next to her. The day had been really cold, but both of them took care of their tasks naturally.

Then all of a sudden cold air brushed the back of their necks, making both of them shake slightly. Although it was not that big of a deal and they could have continued their routine the same way, everything was about to change.

A door of the corridor opened, and then a couple steps were heard.

"Why are both of you not wearing your sweaters?"

Felix and Sophie could practically see Asra's smile even without turning around, and it was more than enough to terrify them. A unhappy, smiling Asra means they are in trouble.

In mere seconds Sophie had placed her laptop on top of the couch to dash out of the living room.

"Mammon, help!" Sophie shouted trying to get the demon to save her, but Felix tackled her to the floor to run away faster than her. "Felix, what-"

"My apologies Sophie, but as you can see I must save myself as well." Felix said not even turning around to spare Sophie a glance.

Out of the corner, Mammon made his way into the room, glancing at Sophie who was just getting up. "Oi, what's goin' on here?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Mammon, save me." Sophie's big eyes seemed even bigger now that she seemed terrified.

Without even getting an answer she closed the distance between them, quickly hugging Mammon and hiding her face.

"Hundred hells!" The scream was heard and then steps getting louder. Felix was going back to the room, Asra hot on his heels.

The next thing they knew was that Felix attached himself to the other side of Mammon, and Sophie tried pushing him away.

"Get off! Find your own hiding place" she said trying to get Felix's hands off of Mammon, but he quickly shook his head.

"Why must I leave? Perhaps it is you who needs another spot to hide."

The bickering stopped instantly after noticing someone stopping in front of everyone.

"You both, if you are cold, why don't you wear more clothes? Am I asking for too much?"

And there it was. The charming yet terrifying smile had made its way onto Asra's face

Before anyone could protest, Saeyoung had arrived, stopping next to Asra and allowing his arm to rest over the magician's shoulder.

"I found a new movie for us to watch. I got snacks too, let's go~ Lady Stella is waiting for us already, and we can't make our queen wait."

When Asra turned around after muttering that it was alright and following Saeyoung back into the living room, Sophie and Felix finally allowed themselves to let go of Mammon who was simply smiling at them, trying not to laugh.

Three, two, one seconds... And two blankets had appeared out of thin air enveloping both Sophie and Felix, dragging them back to the living room. Of course they were not free of the scolding.

#obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me! mammon #mammon #the arcana #asra alnazar #Asra #Last Legacy #Felix Iskandar Excellun #mystic messenger #Saeyoung #lwmb_L🪐

[newmysterygirl]

"You Owe Me"

No warning

Chapter 2 Clay?

We have stopped 1 time in Vegas for gas then stopped to get McDonald's for the little one after we entered Cali. We are now I'd say 20 minutes away from Charming. Once In Charming I see that I'm low on gas so I go to the gas station,get my daughter out, pay for the gas and as I'm walking out of the gas station I hear someone call my name.

I turn towards the sound and see the one and only Happy Lowman and Chibs Telford looking shocked and happy.

I smile and meet them half way. Chibs pulls me into a hug "W'at 'he hell ya doin here lass"

"I need to talk to Clay." I pick Ivy up and shift her on my hip before saying "Its important"

Flashback

9 Years Ago

I'm sitting at the bar talking to the prospect when the guys walk in and go to church. Gemma comes over giving me a hug and kissing my cheek "Hi sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm ok Gem. How are you?"

Gemma looks at the church doors, sighs before saying "I don't know"

I give her a small smile then we sit there for a while talking till Gemma goes back to the office then it's just me and the prospect. We laugh and talk about different things till the guys start piling out. The prospect gets the beers for them and a stack of money is put down infront of me. I frown my eyebrows, look up at the person beside me, who put the money there and ask "What"

Clay says "That's for helping us the other day"

I shake my head a push the money away "No. I didn't do it to get paid"

The guys all look at each other.

Chibs "You sure love"

"Yeah. I didn't do it expecting to get paid."

Clay "Why'd you do it then"

"A kid was involved. A innocent kid was involved."

They all nod. Clay says "So what do you want then?"

I look down, bite my lip, thinking then say

"Your word that if i need some help in the future you'll help"

Juice "His word?"

I look at Juice "Yeah"

I look at Clay "Your word"

Clay looks at the guys then me and says "What will my word cost me?"

"I don't ask people for help so more likely than not I'll never ask but it's nice to have people that owe you. Ya know"

He smirks then I smirk. He slowly nods his head "Okay" he pushes the money towards me and I push it back "I don't want it"

He looks at me for a minute then nods. He picks up the money and hands it to Bobby. I turn the stool around looking at Clay I ask "So I got your word?"

He turns back to me "You got my word"

"I gotta hear you say all of it. So you can't say I wasn't specific or you never said it or whatever."

I hear some of the guys chuckle before Clay says "If you need help in the future, You have my word. I'll help."

I nod then hop off the bar stool, grabbing my purse.

Jax "Where you goin"

"Got some things to do I'll see you guys later"

I hear them bid their goodbyes as I walk out the clubhouse. I get in my car and go to the diner for some food.

End Of Flashback

Chibs and Happy look at each other, having a silent conversation before looking back at me and Ivy

"Follow us" Happy says but also ask

Looking into his eyes I smile and say "Yeah"

I walk to the car, buckle Ivy in, pump the gas, get in and pull up to the guys, they take off and I follow.

So let me tell you.... Happy. Happy was my bestfriend. He always made me.... well happy and when I didn't feel safe I always felt safe with him.

Chibs. Chibs was like the Father I never had.

I end up following them to...... Main Street. Kinda confused but I park across the street from them. I turn the car off, unbuckle and grab my purse when my daughter ask

"What are we doing here mommy?"

"Mommy's friends are gonna make sure your never hurt again"

"How" she ask. I see in my rear view the boys walking up so I open my door, fling my purse over my shoulder, put the keys on my wrist, open her door and while I'm unbuckling her I say "Trust me"

"Of course mommy"

"Then you don't worry about a thing" I kiss her forehead and pick her up.

"You parked in the perfec' spot love"

I turn towards Chibs. I look at him confused, step back and shut the door. I press the lock button while looking at him for an answer.

"Scoops" Happy says pointing to the place behind me. I turn around to look at the sign. Scoop and Sweets I read.

"Since when do you big bad bikers hang out at Scoops and Sweets"

They look at each other and laugh.

"Come on love" Chibs says with his hand on my back. We walk up as some dude opens then door for us. I smile politely, walking past him. Once we get inside and I see a younger girl behind the bar talking to a younger guy in a kutte till they turn to look at us.

I turn towards Chibs and Happy. Chibs said something to the guy that opened the door for us and he runs up the stairs.

Happy "He went to get the guys"

I nod and start looking around but not for long though because I hear heavy footsteps which makes Ivy hold me tighter. I shift her on my hip, whispering in her ear "It's ok" I kiss her head then out the corner of my eye I see.....

My savior's.

I smile at their shocked then happy faces. Tig runs up picking me up spinning me around but not for long because Ivy starts screaming in my arms and in between sobs "STOOOOOP DON'T TOUCH MEEEE"

Tig quickly puts us down, backing up, with his hands up. I take a step back, rubbing her hair as she sobs in my neck with her arms tightly around my neck.

I whisper in her ear "It's ok baby. Your safe. Your safe. I'm sorry."

Once she starts calming down. Just sniffling every now and then I look at Jax and say

"I need to talk to Clay"

Onto The Next Chapter Of "You Owe Me".

What Do You Think So Far?💙

#imagine #fandom #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #soa #newmysterygirlyouoweme #soa chibs #happy x reader #happy lowman #tig trager

[johannstutt413]

TOURNAMENT ARC 2: PHANTOM VS PROJEKT RED

“Alright, let’s see...Looks like we’ve got a fight tomorrow, Jessie!” The Doctor unfurled a piece of paper from the machine. “First round for Specialists, it looks like; Phantom vs Red. It’s been awhile since Phantom stopped by the office, hasn’t it?”

“...Phantom?” The Feline shrugged; she’d seen records of that Operator before, but never actually encountered them herself.

He sighed. “Right, stealth specialist with mnemonic Arts. Regardless, it’ll be interesting to see what happens, especially since Red- actually, I haven’t seen her recently either. She hasn’t been on a mission, has she?”

“I don’t think so?” Jessica flipped open a tab and scrolled through some of her notes. “No, but she has been on leave for awhile.”

“Really? What kind of leave was it, again? I think you approved that one.”

At that exact moment, Projekt Red walked into the office with a baby in her arms. “Maternity leave.” [not exactly the same universe but hush it’s fine]

“Awww!” The two immediately approached. “What’s their name?”

“Scarlet SilverAsh. I don’t think I can be in the tournament for a while, Doctor; we haven’t moved her to formula yet.” Scarlet fussed a little, which the Lupo solved by licking her forehead.

The Doctor nodded. “That’s alright, Red; I think I know the person to take your spot. Let us know when you’re ready to fight and we’ll put you in the rotation.”

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll be watching today’s match from home. You can both come over, if you want; Encio’s making burgers.” She watched both of them blink several times. “What?” 

“He can cook?” Jessica asked.

She nodded. “There’s nothing he can’t do. I need to feed her soon. Let us know if you want to come over.”

“Will do!” Once she’d left, the Feline smiled to herself. “I’m looking forward to that someday.”

“Having a kid with me?”

Jessie set her head on his shoulder. “Yeah...We should call Waai Fu now, before too much press goes out.”

“Good plan.”

TOURNAMENT ARC 2: PHANTOM VS PROJEKT RED WAAI FU

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung! Hiiiii everyone! It’s your lovable idol and Penguin Logistics delivery girl Sora here, filling in for Click on account of some rather inflammatory commentary she gave during the last one. Joining me in the booth, filling in for FEater after she punched the person who told them that, is Croissant!”

“That’s right, Sora, and I ain’t goin’ any’re! Now earlya Baws ‘nounced we had a lil’ bituva skejul shift, but looks like we still ‘ave a real good’un on our ‘ands. On the north side, wi’ 14 years of fightin’ ‘sperience, she’s student by day and brawla’ by nite, WAAAAAAAI FUUUUUUUU!” *cheers* “Ye, dat’s wut I wanna hear! Annnnd on the south side- hey, where’d they go?” *confused crowd noises* “Uh...Now I ain’t gonna lie, I never did meet dis Phantom guy? We sure he works ‘ere?”

“I mean, Medical had enough data to evaluate with, so I guess he does? Aaaanyway, looking at the numbers, it looks like Waai Fu has more combat experience and raw strength, but Phantom’s faster and trickier to deal with, so hopefully he shows up long enough for us to watch him work!”

“Ye, let’s ‘ope so! Baws itn’t at the podium today, but Amiya’s down there doin’ the hands, so let’s ‘ear it! 3! 2! 1! LET’S RUUUUUUUUUUUMBLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE!!!”

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Down on the ground, as the commentators blathered away, psyching the crowd up, Phantom watched his target from the shadows, blades ready but simply observing. His opponent, an orange Feline he’d never seen before, likewise watched, patient. This wasn’t his usual style...but if it was a show they wanted, then he’d give them a show.

“So you are my opponent.” He took a step forward. “Shall we dance our dance for the masses?”

“The Phantom, in the flesh...I expected to face you later in the bracket, but this works, too.”

His eyes narrowed. “You recognize me?”

“I’ve spent my life clearing the street of scum like you, who skulk in the shadows and take others’ lives for your sick games.” She took a defensive stance. “Your ring of thieves deserved its fate-”

“Do not speak ill of the dead, lest you join them sooner than you expect.” A step backward, and he’d vanished.

Two Phantoms emerged from her shadow, blades drawn to strike as they flanked her, only to find she was ready for both attacks; Waai Fu evaded their swords as knocked both Phantom and his mirror image to the ground. “Repent while you still have time.”

And then everything was a blur.

-------

“It’s like it started out of nowhere! They stared each other down forever, and then BAM! Also, why are there two of him?!”

“I ‘unno, darlin’, but I ‘ope Junior ain’t watch’n this! They’re go’n at it ‘arder ‘n an’thin rite now! I can’t even count ‘ow many blows they’re tradin’, but not a single drop of blood on the ground yet!”

“You can tell Waai Fu’s struggling, though - two on one isn’t a fair fight for anyone, but she’s holding her ground someh- OH, what?!”

“Oh! Oh! That’s the Seven-Styles Kick!! ‘Oly shit, I ain’t ever seen it in person bef’r, but damn that was some’n! And one of ‘em’s gone now!”

“Things have slowed down, and she is absolutely whaling into him! Punch, punch, kick, kick; he’s doing his best to evade them, but I don’t think he can keep up like this for long! Especially since he can’t- never mind, he managed to slash her once, at least, but that just left him open for a solid haymaker! He’s not getting back u/p! 1! 2!! 3!!! SHE’S DONE IT!!!”

“Wowza...Not as bloody as last ‘un, ey darlin’?”

“Waai Fu’s getting medical attention, as is Phantom from the looks...Hey, wait a minute, honey, did you see that?”

“See what?”

--------

Aak was there at Waai Fu’s side, local anesthetic applied and staple gun going to work. “A bit of medi-gel will get this patched up in no time...Hey, who was that guy, anyway? Never seen him around before.”

“The Phantom Behind the Curtain, Treasurer of the Night. He was the leading man for a theatre troupe known for less-than-savory wetwork who traveled the world as a closely-knit ring of assassins, although many didn’t realize their actual business until the day it collapsed.” The Feline sighed. “That one killed a crowded theatre with his voice alone. He didn’t want me dead, not enough to speak to me with his true voice.”

“Truer words, vigilante, have yet to be spoken” a spectral figure whispered in her ear, disappearing before she could identify them.

The other Feline next to her cocked her head. “See something? Mighta gotten some hallucinogens in the anesthetic again.”

“No, it’s...nothing.” She shook her head. “It’ll pass, whatever it was.”

“You’d best win the tournament now, child...For your father’s sake.” From the other ear this time, as if standing in Aak’s place.

On the ground, as Warfarin ensured Gaspard began his recovery, a black cat stepped out of the shadows and, once the Sarkaz was done with the greater part of patching him up, sat on his chest, gently pawing at his face. A slight smile came to his face as he and his Christine were taken to Medical for full evaluation; he might have been defeated in this battle, but the war for himself was far from lost.

#arknights #arknights fic #TOURNAMENT ARC!!! #waai fu (arknights) #phantom (arknights) #projekt red (arknights) #jessica (arknights) #sora (arknights) #croissant (arknights) #i'm not gonna lie #i'm surprised no one's asked about Phantom yet #like i know i have a pretty sizable crowd of folks who like yuri fic #but...i 'unno #we'll get to him one of these days

[pixie-mage]

I don't know if i was supposed to send two characters for the same writing prompt but i'll try this since Rexy needs some love. 9 -L !

From this NatM Writing Prompt: [ x ]

(Either way works! We all love our Puppy-saurus Rex! ^^)

Characters: Rexy Adjectives: Lonely

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From near his usual perch in the lobby, the skeleton of a tyrannosaurus rex watched from empty sockets as the museum’s night guard came tearing out of an archway on the right, being quickly pursued by a younger teen.

“You got the keys, right Nick?” the guard asked.

“Of course I did,” the teenager replied, rolling his eyes. “The only person Dexter plays ‘keep away’ with is you, Dad.”

“A simple ‘yes’ would have been fine, Nicky.”

The guard - Larry Daley - came skidding to a stop in front of the circular desk at the lobby’s center, slipping behind it and digging through a bag he had stowed there. He pulled out a single hockey glove and a goalie blocker, shaking his head in irritation as he did so.

“I thought the Mayans were past this,” he muttered. “They were behaving so well this week. And then this–”

Rexy approached Larry and Nick with his tail wagging, his bone already held tight in his teeth. He made a little whining noise in the back of his throat and bent down, looking to all the world like he wanted to play. He dropped the bone at Nick’s feet.

“Not now, Rexy,” Larry said, sounding distracted. He barely spared Rexy half a glance as he tugged on the glove, then tossed the bag to his son Nick.

There was a whirring as a small remote-controlled car sped into view from an archway on the left, through which sat the Hall of Miniatures.

“Get gaited, Laredo!” a small southern voice piped up from inside the car. “We’ve got a hell of a hootenanny goin’ on between the two halves of the hall. Them Mayans ‘re fightin’ like kilkenny cats. We had about twenty men downed by poisoned dart last I checked.”

“Tweny-four, to be exact,” a second voice spoke up, a miniature Roman General. “My men are diligent and our shields may be strong but the Mayans are an unpredictable adversary. Much like the Americans when we first were at war.”

There was a fondness in the last phrase. Not that Rexy noticed or cared, but it was there all the same.

“Now don’t you get sappy on me, ‘Tavius,” the cowboy scolded. “Keep yer head on straight. We’ve gotta get them Mayan boys under control ‘fore all hell breaks loose.”

“It already has, Jedediah,” Octavius said. There was a muffled thump from inside the car, followed by an “Ow!” from the centurion.

“Guys!”

The two miniatures stopped bickering, staring up through the tiny windshield of the car to meet Larry’s disbelieving eyes.

“Seriously?! Mayans. Bigger problem.”

“Of course, my liege.”

“You got it Gigantor.”

“Alright.” Larry nodded. “Nick and I will try and get as many of them back into Guatemala as we can. You two just - get your people to try and push them back.”

“Am I locking them up or are you?” Nick asked, already wearing a hockey glove and a blocker like his father.

“Uh–” Larry thought for a moment. “You. Better you than me, in case Dexter decides to show up for a round two.”

Nick giggled.

The remote-controlled car whirred back into motion, and the familiar noise made Rexy’s head perk up. Oh! He knew this game! He picked up his bone again and brought it over to the tiny car, tail wagging all the while. Play? Chase?

“No can do, Rexasaurus,” Jed shook his head. “We’ve got a group o’ crazy tribesmen to wrangle.”

Rexy whimpered, head tilting to the side.

“Not now, Rexy,” Larry reaffirmed, this time looking Rexy right in the eye sockets. “Later. Okay? We’re kind of busy right now.”

Rexy whined, but the group was clearly focussed on a much more important task. Larry and Nick took off into the Hall of Miniatures with the miniature car speeding after them as quickly as it could go.

The lobby fell silent.

Rexy’s tail drooped against the ground.

The dinosaur whimpered into the empty room, nobody around to hear his lonely plea. He just wanted to play. Lately, things in the museum had been so busy that Larry was always being pulled to every corner of the building...and Nick often spent more time with the huns or Ahkmenrah than he did anywhere else. Plus Jedediah and Octavius were most often seen together rather than apart, and though this used to mean they’d be happy to spend some time driving around the museum dragging a bone while their local Tyrannosaurus chased after them, it had become rather difficult to find them as of late. It had become rather difficult to find anyone to play with as of late.

And as for the rest of the museum...well. Rexy whimpered again and put his rib back where it belonged, circling the spot he stood a few times and settling onto the ground. He tucked in his tail and let out a deep sigh.

Many of the other museum occupants were still too afraid to get close to him.

With that sad little thought, Rexy  found himself dozing off into a light sleep in the center of the museum lobby, completely oblivious to the smiling faces that were watching him from a distance.

“He is asleep, I think.”

“So he is. This may be easier than we first thought, my dear.”

Creeping down the stairs on soft feet, Sacagawea motioned for Teddy to stay quiet and stay where he was. She approached the snoozing dinosaur and smiled adoringly once she was close enough to see that he was, indeed, fully asleep. She nodded up toward the balcony above where Teddy stood waiting. The former president was quick to join her in the lobby.

“I will go find the others,” Sacagawea informed him. “Could you seek out Larry and Nick? The Mayans were not part of the plan tonight, but I imagine they will be finished soon.”

“Of course my dear.”

Teddy took her hand, pressed a kiss to her fingers, and swiftly followed the path their night guard had taken a few minutes prior. Sacagawea smiled softly to herself. If given the choice, she would gladly indulge herself in spending more time with her love rather than send him off on a mission...but today was significant. She had a more important task to handle. With one last glance toward the sleeping tyrannosaurus, she vanished back up the stairs and down the hall.

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Rexy awoke slowly an hour or so later. His tail quivered as he stretched, huffing a breath out his nose and yawning widely, his massive teeth bared for all to see. He thought, for a moment, he might still be sleeping...because the lobby was terribly dark. It was difficult to see, and as the dino got back to his feet, he was careful not to move too much lest he trip in the dark...or worse, accidentally step on a friend. What was going on? Where was everyone? Why were the lights off? Rexy made a rumbling, questioning noise in the back of his throat, confused and curious.

“Ready?” a quiet, familiar voice whispered from somewhere to Rexy’s left. He turned his head, trying to find its owner. “Okay...3...2...1…”

“SURPRISE!”

Lights flared to life throughout the museum, the sound of switches being flipped completely drowned out by the sea of joyous voices that had filled the air. Rexy took a step back, surprised and startled, trying to understand what he was seeing.

Everyone was here. Everyone. Larry and Nick stood by the front desk, Larry with one hand still lingering near the light switches. A sea of miniatures covered the desk’s surface. The huns were grouped off to one side near the eskimos, the cavemen were all making excited noises somewhere near the back of the crowd, and vikings, statues, civil war soldiers, and more were mixed among the rest of the museum’s inhabitants. A select few animals had been let loose to join them, Dexter among them, and Sacagawea and Teddy were standing side by side near the front of the crowd. Ahkmenrah was leaning back against the desk, and when things began to settle, he murmured something in an undertone to Larry behind him.

Larry nodded. He abandoned the desk and made his way through the crowd, a paper bag in his hand, a beaming grin splitting his face.

“Happy Birthday, Rexy!” he announced, drawing another round of excited cheering from the gathered crowd. Larry’s expression was bright and warm and excited, and when he finally reached Rexy he held up a hand to pet the dinosaur’s nose. Rexy leaned into it, more than a little happy to be on the receiving end of the night guard’s affections after so long of going without it.

Not that a few weeks was that long in the grand scheme of things, but it certainly felt like ages to the puppy-like tyrannosaurus. A rumbling noise started up in the back of his nonexistent throat and he leaned down to nuzzle his skull against Larry’s chest, his tail wagging happily behind him.

“I know we don’t know your real birthday,” Larry went on, scratching along Rexy’s jaw, “but I figured the day you arrived at the museum was as close as we were gonna get. One hundred years ago today. Can you believe that?”

Rexy leaned into the scratches, making happy little noises all the while, and Larry chuckled to himself.

“Ya like that big guy?” he smiled. “Heh. Hang on, I’ve got a present for you.”

Present? Present! Rexy sniffed at the bag in Larry’s hand when the guard held it up, eager to see what was inside. Present. For him? Really?

“Yeah buddy! That’s for you!” Larry said. Rexy nipped at the bag and Larry pulled it out of his reach, chuckling. “Hang on! Hang on, Rexy. Let me get it out first!”

Larry reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like the biggest dog bone in the world. It would be huge for most dogs, but for Rexy? It was perfect. The dinosaur crouched where he stood, in full play mode, his tag wagging wildly behind him. The onlookers grinned and giggled and laughed at his antics. Larry glanced back over his shoulder at them, his eyes sparkling. He returned his focus to the overeager puppy-saur in front of him.

“I know, you’re excited,” he nodded, holding up the bone with some effort. “But here’s the thing. I can give this to you now–”

Rexy made little rumbling noises at the prospect, dancing a little on the spot.

“–or! Hang on, buddy.” Larry stifled another laugh. “Or we can see what everybody else got you. Okay? There’s more presents from everyone, not just this one.”

Rexy looked torn. Play with bone, or get more toys. Bone. More toys. Bone now. Bone later? Toys now...toys later…

It was a very difficult decision.

Until the remote-controlled car came speeding into view.

“Hey! Rexy!”

Jed was practically hanging out the window of the car, waving his hat to get the dinosaur’s attention.

“Hey there big fella!” he called, grinning ear to ear. “Guess what we’ve got!”

The car raced past, driving straight between the dino and the night guard, and it was only then that Rexy’s attention was caught by the colorful toy being dragged by the car. It wasn’t as big as the bone Larry had gotten him, nor was it even a bone at all, but it was eye-catching and made jingling noises as it was dragged along, the colorful ball rolling and bouncing slightly in the wake of the car it was attached to.

Rexy was off and on the chase before Larry knew it, and he - along with the others at the very front of the crowd - had to duck to avoid the swing of the dinosaur’s tail.

Larry grinned.

“Rexy looks exceedingly happy, Larry,” a warm voice appeared at Larry’s side. “I think this party is already a raging success and it has barely begun.”

“He does look happy,” Larry agreed. He turned to smile at Ahkmenrah, who had come to stand beside him and watch the oversized puppy play chase through the lobby and front halls of the museum. “Thanks for the idea.”

“You would have thought of it yourself eventually,” Ahk inclined his head toward the ‘guardian’, smiling all the while. “You are rather creative yourself, and you care greatly for everyone here. It would have crossed your mind at some point I’m sure.”

“Still,” Larry shrugged, pocketing his hands and turning back toward Rexy. “He’s been so down lately. Thanks for the help.”

“You are more than welcome.”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” Nick came up behind Larry, tugging on his arm. “Can I get Rexy’s new ball out? I think the car needs to recharge soon and–”

“You don’t need to give me a reason.” Larry shook his head with a smile and pointed toward the desk. “It should be back there with the other gifts. Just - try not to let Rexy pop it on the first night. If we can get it to last a week at least I’ll be happy.”

“Sure!”

Then Nick was gone, digging through the gifts with abandon. Somewhere in the distance, a whoop and a holler rang through the air alongside a shout of “ONWARD!” as a tiny car drove whiplashing circles around the giant dinosaur looming overhead.

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The night had gone about as well as Larry and Nick had hoped. The ball Nick had sought out earlier was, surprisingly, still in one piece. The exhibits had had a fun time playing some form of “keep away” with Rexy, the ball bouncing and soaring back and forth over the crowd while Rexy tried to snatch it out of the air. Attila and his men had played tug-of-war with the dino at some point, the sturdy rope they had been using now shredded and sitting in a pile on the desk. Nick and Ahk had taken a few turns riding on the dinosaur’s back, much to the enjoyment of all involved. An oversized plush toy sat in Larry’s lap (courtesy of Sacagawea and the civil war soldiers) looking a little chewed on, but mostly still in one piece. He was leaning back against the wall at the back of the lobby, past the stairs, and Rexy was curled up nearby. He was gnawing happily on the bone from the beginning of the evening.

There was about an hour left until dawn, and some of the exhibits had already begun making their way back toward their displays. Teddy and Sacagawea were organizing a small group to help clean up the remnants of the party...and Larry would join them soon too. But first…

Larry reached over, rubbing his knuckles against Rexy’s nose. The dino leaned into the affection, a happy rumble bubbling up from somewhere near his chest.

“Did you have a fun birthday, buddy?” Larry asked. Rexy’s tail thumped loudly against the floor a few times, and Larry smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

The guard sighed softly. His smile faded.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you,” he said quietly. “I could just say that it’s because the museum has been more...lively than usual lately, but that’s no excuse to make you sad.” Rexy lifted his head, tilting it in question. “I know you’ve been kind of lonely lately, and I’m sorry. Some of the other exhibits noticed and told me about it. I’m sorry that I didn’t see it myself. Nobody should ever feel forgotten, alright? That’s - ya know. That’s Friendship 101, and I’ve been kind of a bad friend. Haven’t I?”

Rexy whined softly and nuzzled Larry’s head as gently as he could. The night guard smiled weakly and held up a hand to pat the end of the puppy-saur’s nose.

“It’s nice of you to forgive me, but...still.” Larry was quiet for a moment. Then– “I know I can’t always have time to play with you, same with Nick. I have a job to do and he’s my backup when things get hairy. But I’m gonna try to be better. And…”

He looked thoughtful, as if trying to decide if he should say anything or not.

“...and I know we keep other dinosaurs locked away in the B-wing. I’ll talk to McPhee and see if we can’t get you a friend on display out here, so you have someone to play with. Okay?”

Rexy panted happily and his tail whipped back and forth along the floor, thwacking the walls on either side in his exuberance.

“Okay, okay!” Larry laughed. “Calm down, buddy. I said I’d talk to McPhee, but it’s up to him. No promises! But I’ll try. Alright?”

Rexy bumped his nose against Larry’s shoulder, then flopped his head down right up against the night guard’s crossed legs.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

When the sun rose later that early morning, and when the first few guests began to filter in through the museum’s front doors, McPhee swore the sharp-toothed smile the tyrannosaurus wore was wider than it had ever been before. But surely it was a trick of the morning light...right?

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[A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I haven’t written much in the NatM fandom yet, so this was a really fun practice...and we all know Rexy deserves all the love. Hope you enjoyed it!]

#Night at the Museum #NatM #NatM Writing Prompt #Night at the Museum Writing Prompt #Rexy #Larry Daley #Nick Daley #Ahkmenrah #Octavius #Jedediah #Jedtavius if you squint #Tablet Guardians if you squint #Sacagawea #Teddy Roosevelt #Pixiemage Writes #Writing #This was fun #Pixiemage Answers

[nervously-spouting-poetry]

don’t breathe too deep (don’t think all day)

@watchwhathappensfromafar day 2 of au week! It’s a little late but I don’t care fhksfdlb Werewolf/vampire stories are my favorites, so I hope I’m doing this justice hadslkfkljas. Warning for swearing and mild body horror. Didn’t go off the shits for this one because I wanted to do something sorta fluffy with it.

Jack Kelly smelled wrong.

Or, he would’ve smelled wrong, had he had a proper smell to him, but he didn’t, which, as far as Davey was concerned, was worse than wrong.

See, Race smelled like his cigars that usually remained unlit, and Crutchie smelled like dirt more often than not. Romeo always smelled like the perfumes he was trying, Spot smelled of sweat, and yes, Jack smelled like paints, like paints and city smoke, but he didn’t have any scent that was distinctly his own, which was odd. As far as Davey knew, most humans smelled of something that he couldn’t quite explain. Something that was just... human. But Jack just didn’t. He didn’t smell like anything.

Which was weird.

To be fair, the fact that Davey noticed to begin with was also pretty weird.

He couldn’t help it. Being a werewolf in Lower Manhattan of all places was exhausting, and being a part of the newsies there only made it harder to keep it a secret. He’d caught himself growling at Racetrack once, though to be fair, the full moon had been the next night, and he’d reluctantly had to hawk headlines about infernal barking and dog attacks the next morning.

Keeping the secret was difficult-- but he had to do it. He didn’t get a choice in the matter. If word got out that one of the Jacobses was a were... he didn’t want to think about the consequences. They’d go after him, of course, but Les... Les wasn’t like him. None of his family members were, and as far as Davey was concerned, it was going to stay that way.

One werewolf was more than enough, as far as he was concerned.

With his bag slung over his shoulder and his cap slightly crooked on his head, Davey walked side by side with Jack, the scentless wonder himself, and tried his best to focus on the words Jack was saying. It wasn’t normally hard to focus, and he was fairly certain he was doing a good job at pretending to focus, nodding along in all the right places as Jack rambled on, but he was too busy thinking.

Too busy thinking until Jack cuffed him on the shoulder, that is, with a hand cold enough to make him yelp on contact.

“Ey, you’se been actin’ weird all day,” the other boy piped, earning a low, irritable little huff from Davey.

“I’m fine, Jack,” he intoned.

Another swat to the shoulder made him roll his eyes and shoot a glare in Jack’s direction.

“You’se not,” Jack insisted, “you’se been actin’ all funny ever since th’ sun went down. Scared ‘o gettin’ jumped?”

Why don’t you smell like anything?

Why am I worried about this?

What does it even matter?

Oh. That’s right. It doesn’t.

Davey made a noncommittal noise and shrugged as well as he was able. Yes, the sunset was making him antsy, but it wasn’t the darkness that was setting him off. After all, he could see just fine.

Apparently I can’t smell all that fine.

Turning his gaze to Jack with his eyes semi-narrowed, Davey offered a false smile. “Nah. I’ve got you as bait, haven’t I?”

Jack’s brow furrowed. “Why’s I th’ bait?” He asked, “you’se the one who can’t fight worth shit--”

“I’m faster.”

This time, Davey avoided the smack to his shoulder and gave a soft snort of a laugh. It wasn’t all that bad an end to a day that also, really wasn’t all that bad. The only real bummer was that he’d had to sell some paper about a freak series of attacks around Lower Manhattan, and it was really getting to some of the other boys. It was one of the few instances that Davey had really, really wished there hadn’t been a nice clear picture. An oozing, bitten wound on the side of someone’s neck really wasn’t something he’d wanted to see bright and early in the morning.

“Right, yeah,” Jack agreed, snapping him back into the present again, “’cos you’se faster and I tastes better, is that it?”

You probably don’t taste like anything.

Seeing as you don’t smell like anything.

Why was now the time he’d picked to notice Jack’s lack of scent?

Scrubbing a dirty hand across his face to mask a confused frown, Davey shrugged. “Wouldn’t know, Jack. Should I ask Katherine--”

Jack’s bag swung hard enough into Davey’s side to make the air leave his lungs in a startled, wheezing little gasp, though it quickly turned to a laugh when he caught sight of Jack’s almost offended expression.

“You know Kath an’ me ain’t--”

“Kath and I,” he corrected, automatically.

“Whatev’a. You knows we ain’t like that no more, yeah?”

He knew. He’d been the first to hear of the breakup, though, not from Jack. Instead, it had been from a pale-faced Katherine, who he didn’t see much of these days, just in passing glances. Whenever they met eyes, she was always quick to look away, though he didn’t know why.

“What,” Davey started, innocently eyeing him, “you don’t taste each other anymore?” He was already halfway ducking when he said it, and when Jack made to swing, Davey shot just far enough ahead of the other boy to cause his bag to swing into the nearest alley wall with an empty thump of fabric, just behind him.

“We nev’a did, ya ass!” Jack shouted after him, though there was no real malice in it. His voice had a laugh just beneath its surface, close enough to bubbling up through his words to make Davey’s lips twitch upward into a smile.

“How was I to know?” He shot back, turning to walk backward while grinning at Jack. “For all I know, you two are the ones going around biting people!”

He swore he saw Jack pale in that instant, though, it must’ve just been a trick of the light, the way his eyes had flickered with something close to fear before Davey blinked and it was all gone.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Dave,” Jack huffed, “watch yourself, or we’s gonna get ya next!”

With a playful shout, Jack leapt at him with his hands outstretched in false claws and his fangs--

His WHAT?

--his teeth, that was it-- bared in a snarl.

First my nose, now my eyes.

Swinging his hands up to stop Jack from crashing full into his front, Davey shook his head and gave the other boy a good shove in the chest. “Right, though I bet you’ll be doing the biting,” Davey said through a laugh.

“Ey, bett’a than that stupid-ass dog that the whole city’s been goin’ apeshit about. You’s gonna be lucky if ya’s bit by good ole reliable Jack Kelly!”

Davey swallowed. “Lucky?” He asked, trying to pull focus away from the way that Jack seemed almost eerily focused on him. “Why?”

“Oh, lot’sa reasons,” Jack explained. Striking a pose, the shorter boy shot Davey a look that could only be described as embarrassing. “Fer one, I’s handsome,” he began with a twitch of his brows.

Davey snorted. “Find a better reason.”

Jack brought a hand to his chest dramatically. “I’s crushed, David! You’se a real bastard, ya know that? I ain’t even given ya th’ best reason! That was jus’ a warm up!”

Turning on his heel, Davey shook his head, using it as an excuse to look skyward. No moon yet. None that he could see through the city smog, anyway, and it wasn’t supposed to be a full moon yet. Still... his skin was starting to itch, that animal inside him begging to be unleashed, and being in the alley with Jack was only making it plead with him in a louder, more convincing voice.

Davey shook it off. “Well, I don’t need to hear the rest--”

“I’s polite about it!”

He didn’t look up as Jack quickened his step to walk in time with him, bumping their shoulders together. “Really! I is! I’ll ask ya first an’ everythin’!”

A laugh escaped Davey at the almost offended tone snaking its way into Jack’s voice. “What, you just... come up and ask ‘hey, can I put my fangs in your neck?’” As he gave a laugh at the mental image, he heard Jack make a low, offended little noise beside him.

“Yeah-- well, not wit’ th’ fangs,” Jack corrected, “that’s a little too much, ain’t it?”

“Fangs?”

“Yeah. Feel like they’d make it ‘ard to talk.”

“Well...” Davey mused, stopping himself mid-step to look at Jack out of the corner of his eye. “Not like you’re talking all that well without them--”

“Ey!”

Again, Jack bared his teeth and lunged for Davey,and although Davey managed to catch his shoulders and stop Jack from slamming into him entirely, he felt his back connect with the alley wall.

Panting, sweat trickling down his forehead, Davey lolled his head back and gave a laugh. “What happened to asking first?” He prompted, though the joking edge to it had faltered, just for a moment, because there was something... different about Jack.

It was his eyes. Gleaming in the darkness in a way that Davey knew human eyes didn’t, and it was there in the way his lips twitched slightly and his jaw tensed, just enough to make him look like he was really considering it--

“I ain’t asked yet.” His hands didn’t move from Davey’s shoulders. It didn’t seem to matter that Davey was taller-- he’d slid far enough down the wall that they were practically at eye-level as Jack finally, finally shot him a grin. “Can I?”

He couldn’t explain his response. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to explain his response. It had been a joke at the time, though to Davey, it had seemed as though there had been an almost serious feeling hanging in the air above him. Locking eyes with Jack, Davey tipped his head back, exposing his neck completely. “Bite me, Kelly.” He breathed, though it quickly turned to a soft snicker.

It was the first time in a long time that Jack had ever gone silent in front of Davey. He wasn’t blushing, but in the darkness, it looked almost like he was trying to. His eyes were blown wide, trained, however, not on Davey but on his exposed throat. They looked almost hungry.

They’re not, Davey rationalized, because Jack isn’t actually going to bite anybody.

Adjusting how he was slumped against the wall for a split-second and looking into Jack’s eyes-- eyes that still weren’t focused on him-- Davey cocked his head. “Jack?”

That broke the spell. Jack’s hands fell from where they’d been on Davey’s shoulders, and when they were removed, it hit him just how hard Jack had been pressing against him. Hard enough that when Davey stumbled momentarily in an attempt to get back up to his full height, he felt a small twinge of discomfort across his shoulders.

Is it bruising?

Suddenly, it felt rather hard to breathe. With a hand that trembled and itched a tad, Davey loosened the collar of his shirt and watched without speaking as Jack stalked away from him.

He didn’t go far. He stopped a few feet ahead of Davey and brought his hands up to his face, and for a moment, Davey could’ve sworn that Jack was shaking.

Did... did I do something wrong?

Swallowing nervously, Davey inhaled and started after him, already trying to speak, but--

“How,” Jack began, calmy, “th’ FUCK did you know?”

The volume caught Davey off guard. His heart began to thrum heavily in his chest.

How did I...

An uncomfortable feeling settled across him as the figure of Jack heaved, still keeping his back turned to Davey in the darkness.

“H-How did I know what?” Davey stammered. It was all he could think to say. He had a feeling-- a squirming, writhing sort of feeling-- settling in his gut like a lead weight that told him he knew exactly what Jack was referring to.

But it couldn’t be right.

He stepped closer when Jack didn’t respond. “...Jackie?” He tried, the nickname earning him the noise of Jack taking a quivering, shaking breath.

“I’s tried so damn hard t’hide it,” Jack croaked, “I-- an’ you just comes into my life an’ you knows-- you-- you KNOWS! I ain’t told anyone-- I ain’t done nothin’ s’picious, I ain’t-- I goes out in th’ day like all the other boys, an’ I sells my papes an’ I don’t read too much into what’s on ‘em, I don’t-- I jokes about ‘em, fer fuck’s sake!”

Davey took another step closer to Jack, and hesitantly put his hand on the other newsie’s shoulder. “Jack. You-- slow down, what’re you so worked up about?” He asked, a desperate, pleading sort of lilt coming into his voice. “You-- you’re shaking like a leaf, you-- do you need to sit--”

And then Jack turned to face him. In the dim light of the alley, Davey could see something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Two somethings. A pair of sharp fangs curled out from behind Jack’s lips, and as Jack’s wide eyes met his own--

“I’m a vampire, Dave.”

The words came out in a rush, and once they were spoken, Davey’s ears started to ring, though not to a point where he couldn’t hear the noise of Jack choking on the air when he turned away.

“I-- I ain’t been th’ one bitin’ people, though, I’s not a-- I’s not some monster, and I don’t know-- I ain’t-- how--” Jack was starting to spiral. Davey could hear it in his voice. “--how did’ja just figure it out like that? That ain’t--”

He was cut off by Davey giving a sharp, disbelieving laugh. It was a small noise, really. More of a snort than anything, but by the time Jack turned around once more, fangs gleaming in the darkness, Davey had begun to shake with the force of his guffaws.

“Dave, this-- this ain’t a joke.” Jack sputtered, though when he opened his mouth to say more, Davey beat him to it.

“That’s why you don’t smell like anything,” he wheezed through a giggle, “and-- and that’s why you burn so easily in the sun, a-and--”

“Why I don’t smell?” Jack echoed. The look of confusion on his face was enough to send Davey over the edge.

He clutched at his stomach and stumbled back toward the alley’s brick wall, doubled over and cackling. “I-- I mean-- what’re the odds?” His voice was wobbling, though as he broke into another round of giggles, Jack made an exasperated noise.

“The odds of what? You’se really gonna lookit me an’ say vamps don’t exist? I’s got fangs, fer fuck’s sake, David!”

Davey shook his head. When he inhaled, it was shaky, and he threatened to break into a laugh with the air left in his lungs. “Jack,” he started, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, “it’s not that you’re bad at hiding it, it’s because I’m a lycanthrope.”

Jack’s confusion only seemed to grow. His brow furrowed, and although his words were a little slurred around the fangs, it was more than a little understandable. “Dave, I don’t gives a shit about yer religion, I wants to know why th’ fuck the way I smell was any clue!”

Davey lost it.

Gasping for air against laughter that bubbled up from his throat, he shook his head and put out a hand on the alley wall for balance. It wasn’t even that funny. As he wheezed and giggled almost hysterically to himself, he looked up at Jack with a wide, crooked grin. “It’s not a religion, Jackie. I’m a werewolf.”

There was a beat of silence before Jack’s eyes widened.

Davey managed to stifle his laughter as the other boy slowly, slowly began to slot the pieces together in his mind. He could practically hear the wheels in Jack’s head turning, probably squealing from years of misuse as they clicked and whirred until--

“Well, that would’a been nice to know.”

The laughter doubled in volume, now that two boys were in on it. It was nothing to laugh at-- vampirisim and lycanthropy weren’t exactly laughing matters-- but they didn’t care, because for the first time in a very, very long time, they’d let their secrets spill. It felt great.

Almost as great as when the pair scaled the fire escape to Jack’s rooftop penthouse, with the vampire in question still a little red in the face from his laughing. “So you’se-- you’se been sniffin’ me?”

“No! Just-- you notice things like that when you hang around people a lot. It’s why I figured out that you hung around Medda’s so much. Whole place smelled like you.”

As Davey hauled his way up onto the roof with help from a cold, strong grip, Jack frowned.

“Ey, I thought you said I didn’t smell.”

“Your clothes do,” Davey explained, “they smell like Medda’s.”

The night air was clear and crisp, now. It always seemed nicer up on the roof with the city far, far below them and the sky stretched out like a map above. It was one of the few times Davey could actually hear himself think. Having sensitive ears-- sensitive even for a were-- was tricky when you lived in Manhattan, where the city never seemed to quiet down, but...

Davey sighed, thoughtfully. “Never would’ve guessed the vampire thing,” he admitted, earning a shrug from Jack.

“Never would’a pinned ya as a wolf, though I guess that explains the sheddin’...”

The taller boy blushed. “I,” he stated, firmly, “do not--”

Jack jutted out his chin with a snicker. “Prove it, then.”

“How?”

That stumped him. Davey watched with an almost morbid fascination as Jack chewed on his lip with fangs he’d never noticed before.

They’re probably retractable.

Even now, his analytical mind was kicking into overdrive, putting together pieces from what he’d observed and realizing, with an odd sort of astonishment, that it had been fairly obvious. After all, he’d never seen Jack eat anything, and he was a little pale for a Manhattan newsie...

What does he even eat?

The answer was easily deduced, sure-- blood-- but where did he get it?

He didn’t bother asking Jack about it. Questions could come later, once the pair of them had figured out where they stood with the whole thing. It wasn’t as though Davey knew everything there was to know about being a werewolf. Keeping the conversation light seemed to be in his best interest, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Sitting on the roof in a spot usually occupied by Crutchie, Davey crossed his arms against the cold and waited for Jack to rebut him.

He didn’t need to wait long.

“Change,” Jack finally prompted with enough force and genuine command behind his voice that it caught Davey off guard.

His eyes widened a tad. “Here?”

“Why not? Nobody’s gonna see, an’ ‘sides, I wanna know if you’se really all as big an’ scary as wolves is s’posed to be.” There was no fear in Jack’s voice as he sat on the ledge of the roof, back toward the city and eyes expectantly on Davey, who shifted his weight under Jack’s gaze.

“I... I don’t know if that’s a good idea...” He tried, though it was met with a scoff.

“You seen my fangs, so I’d say it’s a good ole even trade. One fer one, hey?” Jack wheedled, leaning forward and baring his teeth as if to prove it.

Davey swallowed. “It’s not exactly the same. If you could turn into a bat, it’d be the same.”

“That’sa loada shit, Dave,”  Jack huffed, “I’s tried. Must be for them pureblood fuckers.” For a moment, Jack seemed to lose his train of thought, though he was quick to put his attention back on Davey. “But I wanna see! C’mon, only for a minute. It don’t hurt you, does it?”

Shrugging, Davey scuffed a foot against the roof. “A little. Just itches, mostly.”

“An’ ya don’t need a full moon?”

“That’s bullshit,” Davey admitted with a sigh.  

“Then get itchy, Jacobs!” Jack exclaimed.

Davey laughed, though it was a little strained sounding.

The roof would hold... and he’s not gonna let me off the hook for this one, is he?

A glance at Jack’s expression confirmed it. There was a childish light in his eyes, something eager and excited, like Les every Christmas when he’d wake up extra early and practically drag Davey down the stairs and into the living room. It was startlingly similar.

“...promise you won’t tell?” He finally asked.

Jack’s eyes gleamed. “Ey, ‘course I wouldn’t. You’se... you’se not th’ wolf attackin’ people though, right? You’se... you’se still you when ya change?”

Davey nodded. “I-- I’m still me,” he confirmed, already shakily getting to his feet, “th-though I usually do this alone. Could you... erm... could you turn--”

He didn’t need to finish the request. With a mock salute, Jack turned to face the city lights, leaving his back to Davey.

Right.

He actually wants me to do this.

There was something almost like excitement rising in Davey’s chest as he carefully shed his vest and cap, tucking them neatly away, though he couldn’t tell why. It wasn’t like he’d never shifted before.

“Don’t look--” He started to say.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack interrupted, “get itchy, whatev’a.”

A soft snort escaped Davey before he could stifle it.

Okay.

We’re doing this.

The animal under his skin twitched. It was disorienting, having it so close to the surface. He’d never forced a transformation before-- never had reason to-- but it couldn’t be all that hard, could it? He had to resist the urge to change most of the time, so... it would happen fast.

Right?

Okay.

He thought again, and with a nervous little breath, he let his eyes slide closed.

It all happened so much faster when he let it.

He barely had time to brace for the stinging sensation of fur prickling up across his body, and with a dull thump, he was brought to his knees under a new muscle weight his body wasn’t prepared for, and once he hit the ground--

He could feel his form changing-- claws pressing through where his fingers had been, his jaws elongating into a muzzle with a pain that was dull enough to go through silently-- and as his bones shifted and cracked into place, he struggled not to focus on the nauseating sensations of his internal organs shifting.

His breaths came quicker.

A canine tongue lolled past his sharp teeth.

His claws dug into the roof’s surface as he felt his vertebrae beginning to pop and click against each other in an elongated spine, and then with a searing, awful pain that made him give an animal little yelp--

A plumed tail thumped against the bricks.

Davey’s heart was beating a little too fast as he carefully, carefully stumbled a little ways away from Jack-- who was still standing with his back turned-- and tried to process how easily the shift had come. It hadn’t hurt like the last times-- not really-- it hadn’t--

“...Dave?”

His ears perked up at the familiar voice. His eyes-- wild and a little scared-- tracked to Jack’s shape.

Can I speak like this?

He’d never tried. He’d never had a reason to try. Inhaling, forcing himself to step closer with his claws skittering slightly on the roof, he looked down at Jack and gave a low rumble in the back of his throat. “...okay.” He breathed. It was raspy, sounding more like a bark than anything else, but it prompted Jack to spin around.

When his eyes met Jack’s, at first, he thought he saw fear there.

He couldn’t blame the other boy. He was huge. Huge and animal with teeth designed to bite and tear up prey before they could get a word in edgewise, and not to mention, his hulking shape was taking up a good amount of the rooftop. Thick fur covered him from head to toe, and although it had a bit of curl to it, it was murky looking, patchy around his shoulders and down his back.

His ears pinned back. His tail tucked between his legs.

“...Jackie?” He tried, inwardly cringing at the rough, grating tone escaping his lips.

Jack’s face lit up.

Before Davey could do so much as flinch, a pair of cold, careful hands were on the sides of his shaggy head. “Holy shit! An’ t’think all this time I thought you was a weakling,” Jack exclaimed, already grinning from ear to ear in a way that made his fangs pop out. “You’s fuckin’ huge! Jesus, is all wolves this big? Do you know?”

Already, he was creeping closer.

Davey slumped into a sitting position and tried to shrug. Moving slowly, as not to scare the other boy, Davey laid himself down in a mess of matted, brown fur and let his head rest atop his enormous, clumsy looking paws.

Jack looked like he was going to implode. Davey could practically hear the questions Jack wasn’t asking as the other boy looked him over, striding closer by the second. “I-- you’se-- wow, Dave, this-- this is somethin’,” Jack praised.

Davey’s tail wagged in response.

“And...” The vampire drawled with an almost smug smile. As he spoke, he let his hand press against Davey’s side and come downward in a gentle, petting motion. “You does shed.”

Davey didn’t remember much of the rest of the night. He remembered trying to speak and getting laughed at. He remembered the soft noises of the boys in the lodgehouse below them stirring in the night. He remembered the feeling of Jack’s cold hands tracing patterns against the fur on his side.

But what he remembered best was falling asleep, wrapped around the cold shape of Jack Kelly, and wondering if the other boy was warm.

#newsies #newsies quarantine project #davey jacobs #jack kelly #javid #werewolf au #vampire au #werewolf!davey #vampire!jack #fluff #man this is just fluff ngl #i sorta love it

[the-neon-writer]

Fuck it, it may not be edited and it may change still, but here’s Cara’s Intro. She’s yet another character in my maybe novel that is coming along slowly. I may have not won NaNoWriMo but i still got further with progress. So i’m proud of myself. I have one more characters intro left to write. I promise it’ll be a good one when it arrives. In the mean time enjoy this as a special christmas treat 😉🎄😉

Cara’s Intro

She wasn’t sure where he had come from, but he was there nonetheless. The man had just appeared one day and decided to take care of her. What made it stranger was that people usually looked down on her because of the way she looked. But this man did not. She may have been young, but she knew how the world worked, the other street urchins had taught her that. She had to be smarter and tougher than the rest of them if she wanted to survive. He was different though, he didn’t seem to care about the colour of her skin, or what people whispered when they saw her with him.

It had taken some time to start trusting him and he had given her all the time she needed. The moment she knew she could trust him was her first full moon. She had no clue what was happening to her, she felt like she was being ripped to shreds from the inside out and she had no control over what was happening to her. They had been staying at a farmhouse on the outskirts of Dublin. He was in the other room and she assumed he’d heard her yell. She remembered seeing him rush in, sword in hand. She couldn’t control what was happening, it was like she was watching someone else control her body, but she charged towards him. All he did was just wrap her in a tight hug and whisper that it was going to be ok and that he would help her no matter what, that he would never leave her side as long as she needed him.

After that they grew closer, he was like an older brother that she’d never had in her life. He helped her understand what she was going through and patiently taught her to control the beast as best he could.

She had a purpose now, she was informing on people for him. People didn’t care enough to notice street urchins so she could slip into and out of most places without ever being seen. She spied on priests and gentlemen, ladies in fancy bonnets and young brats of rich families. She trailed them throughout the town and reported their activities to him. She wasn’t quite sure why she was spying on these people, but more often than not, she never saw them again. So one day she asked him why he was looking for those people. And he told her, that’s why she trusted him, he told her the truth if only she asked. She was angry and confused but he explained why these people needed to be eliminated, though, sometimes, on rare occasions, he didn’t eliminate people in the literal sense. A few times during the years, she helped him smuggle people out, making it look like they were gone permanently but really they were just removed from the equation.

He told her about The Council when she turned 12. That made her understand it a little better, why he killed the people he did and spared the ones he did.

“Now I don’t always agree with the council, but, I have to trust their judgment on most things. They’re family and I guess I’m sorta stuck with ‘em. I do have a noggin’ of me own though, and they’re not always as smart as they think they are. I’m tellin ye this so that ye can understand why they can never know ‘bout ya Cara.” That’s what he had told her, “I’ve seen that not all of ye are evil and mindless bloodshed sickens me, so I hope ya know that I’d never hurt ya. Do you trust me?” She had believed him, foolish, she now knew people always ended up hurting you.

The beast was growing with her and it was becoming stronger also. And not long after her 12th birthday, the beast spoke for the first time. It was just a regular day and she was out on the streets trying to nick whatever she could off the rich blokes and snobby arses who thought themselves so much better than her. She didn’t need the money but it made her feel good to get payback.

She’d just nicked a shiny pocket watch from a well-dressed gentleman when she saw a gang of other street kids approach her. She knew them since forever, she’d always managed to slip away right under their noses, but this time she was so enamoured with her find that it was too late when she noticed them.

“Whatchu got there girly,” said one of them, snatching the watch from her hands.

“Oi give it back ye thick gobshite, that’s my find,” she tried to snatch it back but the boy was taller.

“Or what, s’not like anyone’s gonna help you,” he looked her up and down disapprovingly and giggled with his mates.

“I suggest you give it back, boy,” it was a deep booming voice, with an accent so far from Irish it was startling.

“Oi who said that, show yerself ya flute.”

“If you insist,” Cara felt herself lose control again, this hadn’t happened in years even on a full moon, but she wasn’t trying to fight it this time. It lunged at the boy and she felt it sink its teeth into his neck and the life drain out of him with a horrible crunch. She remembered seeing the horrified looks of the other street kids and saw them start running for their lives. A pool of blood was forming next to her and she saw her reflection for the first time, only it wasn’t her, it was It. It was huge, with a long sharp muzzle and glistening black fur, its ears were pointed and its eyes glowed gold. It had a slender jackal like figure, yet it was bipedal and more muscular than any human or beast.

The next thing she remembered was the chase, following the kids into the night, not even trying to regain control, the taste of blood and revenge sweeter than honey in their mouth. It caught up to them quick enough, they were hiding in an alleyway, It could hear their frantic heartbeats and smell their fear in the air. The fear tasted sweetest of all, filling It with new vigour and jest to toy with its prey.

It approached slowly giving the brats hope that it couldn’t find them, it paced in front of their hiding spot and took off at a short run to make them think it left. It didn’t. It waited for a few moments as it climbed onto the roof above them. It was about to jump them and rip them to shreds when they heard a voice.

“Cara, please, stop.” And there he was, but he wasn’t comforting or jovial. He was holding a crossbow, and it was aimed at them. “I can’t let you hurt innocent people, no matter how much I care about you.”

They turned to face him, jaws dripping with fresh blood and it spoke, “They aren’t innocent, are they…”

“Fer fucks sake they’re children, Cara, listen to yerself.”

“I’M NOT CARA.” Its voice echoed across the rooftops and silence fell between them as beast and hunter stared each other down.

“Cara, please, you can control it.”

“Oh, I don’t think she wants to anymore!” Cara was in there, but she had no control, but she was no longer certain she wanted this. It all seemed wrong all of a sudden.

It suddenly shuddered and stepped back to keep its balance.

“Cara, think about all the good we’ve done, please don’t undo it all now.”

The creature shuddered again but its eyes glowed golden, brighter than the sun. It growled and the growl permeated the air around it and cut the silence like a knife. The shuddering stopped and it looked up at him. Then it charged, but he had been ready, he hadn’t been training to hunt monsters his entire life for nothing. Before it even took 2 steps he had fired the bolt.

It stopped in its tracks and fell forward onto all four. Cara couldn’t take back control even then, she was scared but there was nothing she could do. She didn’t want to die, not yet, not like this, not afraid.

She awoke again in that warm room with a fireplace. She wondered if it had all been a dream or if she had died and this was meant to be the afterlife. But then she tried to move and it was painful. Her whole body was racked with pain as she tried to lift herself into a sitting position on the couch. She must have made some noise because she then saw him enter. He had a dagger on him made of silver, it was sheathed, but she could smell the silver.

“Don’t move, please.”

She stopped trying to sit up.

“Look, I know it wasn’t your fault that it took over, I couldn’t’ve prepared ye fer that. Something like that has happened very rarely in history and the accounts were all second-hand experiences.”

“w-what,” was all she managed to say, her tongue felt like a useless stone in her mouth.

“Yer not the same as It. There’s two of ye now.” he sighed, he looked tired and sad all of a sudden and she could finally see the age in his eyes, he forgot to hide the pain that only comes with old age, it was there for only a second before it was gone like sunlight on a winter’s day.

”You caused a lot of trouble, Cara. I don’t know how long before they notice something off, but we definitely have to leave Dublin.”

”Y-you shot me,” she struggled out, her muscles weren’t being cooperative.

”Right, yes, in yer shoulder, wolfsbane, gives a nasty shock to the system. I wasn’t actually goin’ t’ kill ya, just wanted to scare you to your senses, didn’t account on It having a will aside yer own”

She looked at him but try as she might she couldn’t tell how he was feeling, she never could.

“Get some rest,” he said as he turned to leave the room, “We’ll have to leave in the morning.”

He closed the door behind him and Cara was alone again. She was so tired, every nerve in her body thrummed with fatigue, ”shifting” was a very physically tiring process she had noticed. Before long sleep overtook her, she dreamed of a moonless night being chased by a figure with a deep foreign voice that encircled her as she ran.

#creative writing #short story #storytelling #writers of tumblr #original character #christmas treat #i promise i’ll have a dope surprise for new years #like seriously it’s gonna be whack #but hopefully fun #spoiler alert: it’s gonna be a romeo and juliette style forbidden romance #but with a twist owo

[fox-moblin]

Lay Waste

Chapter 2

Ch 1. Ch 2.

*Quick Note: Updates will (hopefully) be every Thursday, with a reblog on Friday because timezones and schedules.*

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Twilight II

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“Alright,” Time says, and motions for Wild to place his slate down on the table.  Its screen glows with a map of Wild’s Hyrule, the various icons blinking lazily.  Wild taps the screen, zooming in on a small portion labeled something Twilight doubts any of the others can read.  

“Mt. Lanayru,” Wild explains.  He’s better now, marginally.  He’s talking more to Twilight, though whatever he’s not telling him still sits somewhere beneath the surface.  He doesn’t flinch anymore, though, allowing Twilight to nudge him playfully and put his arm around his shoulder like he used to.  It’s not quite like before, but Twilight’s willing to take whatever he can get.   

“It’s good,” Time had said to him privately when he and Wild had returned.  Twilight had looked at him, confused, until Time had nodded to where Wild was joking around with Legend.  “Whatever it is you said, it worked.”  He’d explained.  “You’re a good older brother.” 

Twilight had spluttered, choking out something like ‘we’re not- no no, I’m just, just a mentor, Time. I’m just his mentor - I’m not gonna just assume that-’ and had gone on until Time had simply placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a rare toothy grin.  

“That’s the Spring of Wisdom,” Wild says, drawing Twilight back from his thoughts, and places a small glowing symbol to mark on what appears to be a pool of water on the mountain.  “I have a feeling that whatever we’re dealing with is going to be situated around there.”  

“What’s the journey up like?”  Warriors asks.  Beside him, Hyrule has a pad of paper out, writing down the supplies they’ll need for the trip.  Wild tilts his head back and forth, thinking. 

“Hard,” he says with a shrug, and Twilight ignores the way Sky groans under his breath behind him.  “There’ll be some climbing involved, and the area’s known to be icy.  That along with monsters and the storm…”  Wild trails off and looks back at Time.  “It’ll be a hard day.”  

Time nods, his eye closed.  Wild crosses his arms, looking lost in thought as he stares at the map, before glancing up at Twilight. 

“We won’t be able to bring the horses, at least not up the mountain.”  

Twilight sighs.  He figured as much. 

“Will they be okay stayin’ here?” 

Wild nods, moving the map and pointing at a small cluster of buildings. 

“There’s a ranch right here; I know the owners.  They’ll be happy to take the horses while we’re gone.  They can bring them to a stable as well, if we need them to.”  He pauses and looks at Twilight, quirking his eyebrow; Twilight realizes he’s been grimacing and tries to relax his face.  Wild nudges his shoulder.  “They’ll take good care of Epona, I promise.  Koyin even sings to her animals at night, so Epona will feel right at home.”  

Twilight rolls his eyes, but the sense of relief he feels is welcomed.  Hyrule looks up from writing.  

“Ok, so what else do you think we’ll need?”  He taps his paper.  “I have the usual provisions; dried meat, cheese, bread, water, etc… I’m guessing we’ll need some warmer clothes as well?” 

Wild nods.  

“I can travel to Rito Village and pick up a few more Snowquill sets.”  He eyes the group up and down and picks up his slate, making a note in his inventory.  “I’ll need some different sizes, I guess.”  

Twilight taps his protege’s shoulder. 

“I’ll be fine without one.  ‘Got enough pelts and warm clothes to be sufficient.” 

Wild nods, but still purses his lips, tapping on his slate. 

“I’ll grab you a headset, just incase.”  He mumbles and Twilight doesn’t argue.  With the plan set, the rest of them throwing in rupees to pay for the extra clothing.  Wild looks around the group.  “Anyone want to join me?”  

Twilight backs away, shaking his head. 

“I think I’ll get sick if I ever have to use that teleportin’ thing again.”  

Wild laughs a little and turns to Sky. 

“You want to come?  I think you’d like Rito Village a lot.” 

Sky looks hesitant, but nods after a while and moves to stand next to Wild, linking their arms at the elbows.  

“Yeah, okay, let’s go-”

Wild taps his slate and they’re gone before Sky can finish his sentence.  Twilight grimaces as they disintegrate, the feeling of his own experiences with teleportation coming to mind.  To be honest, Wild’s way of doing it is slightly more pleasant than… Midna’s… but he hates it either way.  

When they’re gone, Time turns to the remaining group, taking the list from Hyrule.  

“Let’s get going then,” he says, assigning each of them a list of things to buy in town.  “Aside from provisions, see how much information you can gather about the mountain and whatever’s been going on up there.”  

***

Town is busy, the late morning sun enticing children to play and townsfolk to linger in the marketplace.  Twilight walks with Four beside him, list in hand.  He tries to keep his strides shorter, feeling a bit guilty when he notices the way Four keeps trotting forward in an attempt to keep up with him.  They’re on food duty, making their first stop a small building with a pot on its sign.  

“Good thing they have pictures,” Four mutters under his breath and Twilight hums in agreement.  Inside they find Warriors and Hyrule, already scanning over bundles of arrows.  Hyrule looks up briefly, sending Twilight and Four a quick smile, before going back to listening to Warriors comment on each of the arrows. 

Twilight wanders around the small store, nodding at the owner.  Each of the foods are labeled, but he can’t understand them; he wonders idly how that works.  How he can understand everyone he’s met so far no matter the Hyrule, albeit with some difficulty depending on the accent, but some of the written languages elude him.  Sky’s and Wild’s in particular; he figures it’s the time periods.

Next to him, Four hefts a bottle of milk in his hand. 

“Think this will keep?”

Twilight shrugs. 

“We’ll have to drink it pretty fast... though, maybe the cold’ll keep it fresh?”

Four scowls and puts the bottle back. 

“Not gonna risk it.”

They buy a few mushrooms and apples, as well as a few bundles of rice, Four saying that Wild could probably find a way to use them.  They pay just as Hyrule and Warriors finish their own shopping; Twilight notes with amusement that they’ve cleared out the store’s arrow stock.  The owner looks both excited and nervous as he marks his books.  The four of them leave together, chatting amongst themselves, when Twilight spots at old woman by a set of cooking pots, struggling to lift a barrel. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says to others, handing Warriors his bag.  His companion grumbles, but takes it and Twilight makes his way over to the woman. 

“Here,” he says as he approaches and helps her lift the barrel onto a nearby shelf.  She smiles and pats his arm lightly. 

“Ah, thank you young man.”  She puts her hands on hips and purses her lips.  “Suits me right, thinking I can lift such a thing all by myself.”  She grins and shakes her head.  “Not as young as I used to be!”

“Naw, you look plenty young to me.”  

The woman coos, her hands clasped in front of her. 

“Oh my, not from around here, are you dear?”  She tuts, wagging a finger at him.  “If that accent is anything to go by, anyway.”  

Twilight blushes, lifting a hand to scratch behind his head.

“Ah, no.  Can’t say I am.”  He pauses, glancing up at the distant cliffs.  “Say… you wouldn’t happen to know anythin’ about what’s been goin’ on on Mt. Lanayru, would you?  I hear there’s been some nasty storms.”

The old woman raises an eyebrow then sighs, shrugging.  

“Storms, monster sightings, avalanches.”  She shakes her head.  “Here I was thinking it would all be over once the Calamity was defeated, but it seems the goddesses don’t like to leave Hyrule alone for long.” 

Twilight suppresses the urge to laugh, instead just nodding along as the woman continues. 

“I’d stay away if I were you,” she says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.  “That mountain is no place to be in the best of times.  Now… it’s a death sentence, if I ever saw one.”  

Twilight feels a chill run down his spine, but he simply thanks the woman for her help and leaves, meeting up with the others where they’re listening to a young boy talk animatedly to them. 

“- and then he brought me a big sword and it was all glowing and blue!  But he wouldn’t let me keep it!”  The boy pouts, crossing his arms.  “What a jerk!”

“Yeah, a big jerk,” Warriors laughs.  Twilight tilts his head, but Warriors just winks and turns back to the kid.  “So what else did Link do?”

Oh.  Wild.  

The boy thinks for a moment, his lower lip jutting out in thought, before he smiles and throws his hands up in the air.  

“He saved Hyrule,” he yells and laughs.  “There was a big monster at the castle and Link went there all alone and then the sky got really dark,” he pauses.  “Mama made me stay inside, but I got to watch out the window and I saw everything.”  He laughs.  Twilight leans in, waiting for more, but suddenly there’s a yell and the boy turns.  A woman stands in the doorway of a nearby house, beckoning to him.

“Nebb,”  She calls, hands on her hips.  “You have your studies to get to - stop bothering those boys and get in here!”  

“Mama-”

“I have fresh cheese and apples.”

The boy, Nebb, gasps and is off without saying goodbye, only pausing once he reaches the doorway to wave at them, before he’s ushered inside.  Twilight watches him go with amusement.  Warriors laughs again. 

“Kids,” he says and then hands Twilight his groceries, before starting to walk back to Wild’s house.  Twilight and the others follow suit.  As they walk, something catches Twilight’s attention out of the corner of his eye; a shrine, similar to the ones Wild has showed them before, sits high on a cliff behind the town, hidden so that Twilight might have never seen it if not for the burst of blue that signalled one of Wild’s teleportations.  He watches as the light dissipates, revealing two figures, the taller of the two talking excitedly to the other.  Sky is waving his arms, a smile plastered on his face as he speaks, the bags in his hands swinging wildly.  Wild stands beside him, a couple of his own bags held gingerly in his arms, listening.  

“Oh, they’re back,”  Four says, coming up beside him.  “Guess we’re going soon.” 

“Yeah,” Twilight agrees and thinks of the old woman’s words.  Something foreboding forms in the pit of his stomach, but he pushes it down.  “Let’s go.”  

***

“This is huge!” 

“Well, it’s the smallest they had.”

Four makes an enraged noise and waves his arms, the oversized sleeves of his Snowquill tunic flopping about uselessly.  

“Are you telling me they don’t have kids in Rito Village?!” 

“They’re all birds - they don’t need the tunics.  And the only Hylians that visit are usually older,”  Wild says, trying to hide his laughter behind his hand.  

Twilight has forgone such niceties and is openly chuckling, leaning on Wild’s shoulder.  Behind him, Legend is on the floor, practically sobbing as Wind continues to take more pictures on his Picto box.  Four rounds on them, his face bright red. 

“Stop it!” 

Legend laughs harder.  

Behind Four, packing up their supplies, Time rolls his eye and stands, shaking his head. 

“Alright, alright,” he says, but Twilight catches the way the corners of his lips turn upwards.  “We don’t have much time and we really should try to reach the mountain before nightfall.”

“We can take the horses and leave them at the ranch up there,”  Wild says, composing himself.  “It’s on the way.”  

Time nods. 

“Then let’s go - everyone dressed and ready?”

The rest of them giving varying degrees of agreements, Four still grumbling as he rolls the sleeves of his tunic up, still looking rather lumpy.  

Twilight plays with the feathers braided into his hair, courtesy of Wild, and makes a mental list of everything he has; sword?  Check.  Shield?  Check.  Bow?  Check.  He goes to his bag and counts his arrows, newly stocked thanks to Warriors and Hyrule.  Most of the arrows went to Wild, a unanimous decision, but they all agreed that each of them should have a few, just in case.  Provisions are spread evenly between everyone; without the horses to carry anything, their supplies will have to be light.  Wild can only carry so much in his slate, so whatever they don’t need gets left behind at the house.  

“Only that which is essential,” Legend had said cryptically when they began packing, laughing when Warriors scowled and took out another two daggers from his pack, throwing them to the side.  

When they’re finally ready, bags packed and the house locked up with the rest of their supplies tucked safely inside, Wild, Twilight and Four ready Epona and Wild’s steed while the others go to retrieve their steeds.  

“We’ll meet you in town,”  Sky calls over his shoulder as they cross the bridge.  

Twilight takes Epona out slowly, marveling at her coat in the daylight.  He doesn’t bother with her saddle; he won’t be riding her for long.  Wild does the same, much to Four’s chagrin.  He helps the smallest of them up, laughing when Four complains about how uncomfortable his horse is; Wild’s horse looks rather offended.  Twilight laughs as well, pushing himself up onto Epona with a huff.  

“By the way,” he says as Wild gets settled on his steed.  “What’s his name?” 

Wild looks down at his horse and smiles, reaching down to brush a hand through the black mane.  

“Fáelán,” he says with a small laugh.

“Good name.”  

“I know.”  

Four huffs. 

“Can we please go before my ass molds to the shape of Fáelán’s back?” 

Twilight barks out a laugh and follows Wild as he pushes Fáelán forward; they cross the bridge, Twilight peering over once more, smiling as a flock of cranes fly through underneath.  The others meet them near the town stables, already mounted and ready to go.  

They follow Wild up the path, their chatter cheerful, if wary of the whatever dangers lie before them.  Wild points ahead as the low roof of a building comes into view, identifying the ranch they’re headed to.  

He waves as he approaches and Twilight sees a young woman tending to a herd of sheep.  Two dogs greet them as they reach the property, running alongside their horse.  Twilight doesn’t miss the way Wild tenses, but he seems to relax soon after, jumping down to greet the woman, Koyin, and speak with her about the horses.  It seems he’s warned the ranch ahead of time; she leads them to a set of empty stables, fresh bedding scattered over the floor.  Twilight hums his approval when Wild sends him a questioning glance, dismounting from Epona and letting Koyin lead him to a stable.  

He lingers in saying goodbye, pressing his forehead to Epona’s and running his hands over her cheeks. 

“Be good, yeah,” he murmurs quietly and Epona whinnies softly.  “That’s my good girl.”  

He tries to ignore chill creeping up his spine.  Footsteps approach and he turns to see Koyin standing behind him, a small smile on her lips. 

“I’ll take good care of her,” Koyin says with a nod.  “She’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.”  

Twilight nods and thanks her profusely, bidding one more farewell to Epona, before going to join the others.  

“Ready?” Wild asks the group and begins to lead them up the rest of the path.  It winds upwards, towards a peculiar looking building that Wild just rolls his eyes at when Wind questions him about it.  “A lab,” he states, a fond annoyance evident in his voice, but doesn’t elaborate.  He points beyond the cliff where they stand, to the snowy peaks in the distance.  Dark clouds gather over the mountain, the sky many shades darker than the one they stand under now; a storm rages down the mountainside.  Twilight notes with concern how it seems to be moving closer, spreading out towards the rest of Wild’s Hyrule.  Lightning illuminates portions of the mountain, while others are hidden by a white haze; a snowstorm so thick it looks like fog from a distance.  Wind lets out a low whistle and Sky puts an arm around his shoulder. 

“Yeah,”  Legend says and crosses his arms.  “Seems about right for something we’d have to deal with.”  

The others chuckle a bit.  Wild leans over the cliff, pointing down.  

“We’ll have to climb down - it’s not too far - and then just beyond those trees is the beginning of the mountain.  There’s a trail, but it’ll be covered in ice with the storm.”  He hefts his paraglider.  “Meet you down there, I guess?”  

“Yeah, or we could race,” Legend says, excitement at the edge of his voice, but a stern look from Time silences him.  Time pulls out his hook shot instead, walking to the edge.  He tests the rock, before hooking his anchor to the cliff side.  He turns to the rest of them, and Twilight watches wide eyed as his frown changes to a grin.  

“Last one down has cucco duty next time we’re at my ranch,”  he says and leaps backwards off the cliff. 

“Son of bitch!”  Legend cries, but Twilight’s already leaping as well, twisting mid air to shoot his claw shot and swing down.  Wild falls past him, laughing, and Twilight watches as he unravels his paraglider at the last moment, landing gently on the ground next to Time, who’s laughing at the rest of them.  

In the end, Warriors laments for the rest of the walk to the mountain’s base, accusing all of them of cheating.  He’s quieted by the time they reach the base, Twilight having threatened to throw him off the mountain if he continues, and the group stands in relative silence as they look up.  The storm rages overhead and, even without being on the mountain, Twilight can feel the harsh chill of ice and wind.  He steels himself, squaring his shoulders.

“Well,” he says, breaking the silence.  “Shall we?”  

****

The climb is hard.  

Wild had said as much, but as they fight their way through thick snow and biting winds, Twilight’s beginning to think they might be unprepared for this.  They’re all shivering, even with their enhanced clothing, and Twilight’s slipped more times that he can count, his shoes unfit for icy trail they’re following.  He wishes, for a moment, that he could just turn into a wolf.

Wild leads the way, constantly turning back to check on the group.  Twilight catches his eye as he pauses again.  The winds pick up for a moment.   

“Go, Cub!”  Twilight calls from where he is, a few feet behind Wild.  “Just keep going!” 

Wild nods and the group surges forward.  Twilight curses as his foot slips again, eyes trained on Wild’s form in front of him, barely visible through the storm.  He feels someone come up next to him; Time walks hunched over, his own braided hair flapping wildly in the wind. 

“You good?”  He yells over the wind.  Twilight nods, before he realizes that Time probably can’t see him well enough.  

“Yeah,” he calls back and they keep moving.  

They eventually stop on a rocky outcrop, huddled together as they try to make a plan and catch their breath.  Wild fiddles with his slate, the map on the screen flashing violently between an actual image and static.  Twilight squints and looks out into the storm; he can see nothing but a blur of snow.  

“Damn it,” Wild mutters.  Legend leans over.  

“Anything?” he asks, curling in on himself.  Wild shakes his head.  A harsh wind sweeps through their small shelter and Twilight makes a note to thank Wild later for getting him the Snowquill headset afterall.  Whatever enchantment lies over it is doing wonders in keeping his ears warm; some magic, he figures, is pretty nice.  Nevertheless, he pulls the hood of his pelt up over his head.  Next to him, Time chuckles.  

“Now you really look like a little pup,” his mentor says and Twilight ducks his head.  

“Shut up,” he mumbles, crossing his arms and bringing his knees to his chest.  Time laughs and Twilight feels as arm around his shoulder pull him close.  He leans into the touch, reveling in the small break they have before they must continue on their trek.  

“I think,” Wild says suddenly and then pauses, staring at his screen, before looking up.  “I think we’re almost at the spring.  Just a little further.”  

“Let’s go then,” Time says and pats Twilight’s shoulder.  

Entering the storm again means that Four almost gets blown off the mountain side and Sky missteps and receives a jagged cut down his calf from a slab of ice.  

“I’m fine,” he gasps, shaking his head when Hyrule offers him a potion, but finally takes it when the others insist.  He hands it back only half empty and glares at anyone who tries to argue.  

The path levels out eventually and they’re able to walk, moving slowly up and across the mountainside.  Wild digs through his slate and produces a spear of flames, which he holds high above his head like a beacon, the soft glow of its blade the only thing Twilight can make out in the storm at times.  They’re silent, the only noise the howling winds around them, when something else breaks through. 

Twilight almost doesn’t hear it; a different kind of howling, rising above the storm; a chorus of voices, carried by raging winds.  Wild comes an abrupt stop, whipping around.  He meets Twilight’s gaze, his mouth parted and his eyes wide.  Twilight draws his sword and the other follow suit behind him.  

The howls come again and the group tenses.  

“Wolfos?”  Time yells, but Twilight can see Wild shake his head, still looking rather lost.  The group shuffles, listening at the howling rises and falls; they seem to be going away, fading back into the storm from which they came.  

“Just regular wolves, right?”  Twilight asks and looks to Wild for confirmation.  “Wild?”

Wild is pale, staring out into the storm with a blank expression.  Twilight moves forward and places his hand on Wild’s shoulder; his protege flinches and Twilight pulls back as if burned.  

“...Cub?” 

Wild blinks then shakes his head, like a dog ridding himself of water, and looks up at Twilight. 

“Uh, sorry.  I’m good.  Just a little-” he waves his hand through the air.  “You know.”

Twilight isn’t convinced, but he lets it go, allowing Wild to keep walking.  

With the storm and snow, it takes another hour till they finally reach the Spring.  

“It’s just over this cliff,”  Wild calls, pointing.  Great spires of ice mark their path and Twilight uses them as a post to lean on and catch his breath.  The rest of the group seems to have the same idea, each taking a moment to rest.  Behind Twilight, Time lets out a long sigh, looking up at the clouds.  

“What do you think’s causin’ it?” Twilight mutters to his mentor.  Time huffs.  

“Guess we’ll find out.”  

“Strange we haven’t met any monsters, huh.”  

He expects Time to say something like ‘don’t push our luck, pup,’ but he only closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.  

“Yeah,” he says, quiet.  “Strange.”  

It’s as he finishes speaking and Twilight prepares himself for whatever awaits them at the Spring that the entire mountain shakes with an explosive roar.  Twilight drops to the ground, the path way shaking beneath him.  Sheets of ice come sloughing off the cliffside and Twilight catches Wild out of the corning of his eye, pressed against the rock.  

“Wind!”  Sky screams from the back of the group and Twilight looks up in time to see Wind lose his balance, panic bright in his eyes as he tips over the side of the cliff.  Twilight’s running before he can think, whipping out his clawshot and aiming it at their youngest member.  Wind cries out as the claw grabs him, and Twilight pulls, the weight of the other hero and ice beneath his feet sending him sliding down the path.  

“Twi!”  He hears Wild cry out.  The others grab at him, trying to him onto the path as he passes by.  Warriors finally wraps an arm around his waist and hauls him back before he can go over.  

“Keep me steady,”  Twilight yells to Warriors and begins to reel Wind back up the mountain.  Wind is gripping the clawshot for dear life, his face white.  When he’s close enough, Twilight kneels down, Warriors still keeping him stable, and reaches down.  He grabs Wind’s collar and heaves him up, pulling him into a firm embrace.  Wind is shaking and lets out a nervous laugh as he shuffles away from the edge. 

“Fuck,” he says, somewhat hysterical.  Twilight steps back, helping him remove the clawshot from his shirt, apologising when he sees where it has grazed the skin, but Wind only shakes his head and thanks him, before moving back in line with the others; Sky grips his shoulder, pulling him close, and Wind nods, saying something Twilight can’t hear over the wind.  

“What the hell was that?!”  Legend yells and the mountain rumbles in response, sending all of them scrambling to press themselves against the wall.  Up at the front of the line, Wild and Time look back at everyone.  Twilight waves to them, though he’s not sure they can see.  

“Go,” he calls and the others repeat it so that Wild can hear.  Twilight can see him hesitate, but then the mountain shakes again, an ear splitting roar sending splinters through the spires of ice around them.  Twilight covers his ears, squeezing his eyes shut until the noise subsides.  “Go, go, go,” he cries and the group starts to run, slipping and scrambling their way up the path.  Twilight brings up the rear, glancing out at the storm as lightning lances across the sky.  

They crest the hill as the mountain shudders again and Twilight almost loses his grip as he pulls himself up over the cliff.  He staggers to his feet to find the rest of the group already looking at the Spring before him. 

“What the fuck,”  Four mumbles and Twilight feels his stomach drop.  

A dragon sits, draped over the spires of ice that surround the Spring of Wisdom, the statue at its center split in half.  The head of Hylia lies half submerged in the holy water of the Spring, her face turned up towards the storm.  Sky makes a choked noise, but it’s cut off when the dragon convulses, releasing a screech that sends Twilight to his knees.  Black fog pours from its mouth and eyes and it lurches, writhing and clawing at the air and ice around it.  Its tail whips wildly, smashing into the mountain side and sending the group reeling; Twilight feels the ground slip from under him and he falls back, rolling to the edge of the cliff.  His leg goes over and he panics, scrambling in the snow until he finds something to hold onto.  

“Naydra!”  

Twilight whips his head up;  Wild is standing in the Spring, his arms at his side with his palms up.   

“Naydra,” he cries out.  “Naydra, it’s me!”  

The dragon roars, thrashing, its body twisting and jerking unnaturally as more and more of the fog flows from its body; Twilight almost gags as he sees it pouring from the creature’s eyes and ears, seeping out from between the blue scales that cover the length of its form.  It pools on the ground like water, too heavy to be anything natural, and Twilight watches, horrified, as the snow begins to melt where it touches the foul stuff, black vapor rising into the air.  Wild takes a step back.  

“Naydra, please!”  He tries again, still backing away.  “It’s me, it’s - it’s Link!”  

The dragon screams and Wild scrambles back as it lashes out with a clawed hand, grabbing at the empty space where Twilight’s protege once stood. 

“Wild, get back now!”  Time shouts, holding onto a pillar and crouching as the mountain shakes again.  The winds around them begin to pick up, the snow on the ground mixing with that in the air, and the dragon and Spring disappear in the haze.  Twilight can hear the calls of his friends mixing with the wind; he stands, uncertain, the knowledge that the edge of the cliff lies only a foot or so behind him heavy in his mind.  

He thinks he hears someone call his name and then lightning illuminates the world.  

Twilight looks up to see the dragon above him. 

Twilight is frozen, his legs refusing to move; he stares upwards as the dragon opens its mouth and inky foulness drips from its maw.  It convulses and Twilight can see its clawed hand coming up, poised above him as lightning arches across the sky again.  

He doesn’t move, even when he realizes that the hand is coming closer, coming down.  

“No!” 

Time’s voice is the last thing he hears before the ground in front of him explodes and he’s thrown back through the air.  He falls for half a second, his stomach leaping to his throat, and then he hits the side of the cliff, pain lancing through his body as he tumbles down the slope, coming to an agonizing stop on a small shelf.  He lays there dazed, until he sees red begin to stain the snow beneath him.  He pushes himself to his elbows, ignoring the way his body screams.  He can taste blood in his mouth; it pushes past his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto the snow.  

“Twi!”  

He looks up and sees Wild and the others standing above him, a great fissure between them, and Twilight realizes what has happened.  The mountain side is split, a jagged gash separating him from the rest of the group.  He tries to sit up further, but his body refuses and instead he flops forward with a shudder.  He can see Wild, staring at him with wide eyes, inching closer to the edge.  

“No… don’t,” Twilight tries to say, but it comes out weak.  Time makes a grab for Wild, but Wild leaps forward, landing beside Twilight just as the mountain shakes again.  He throws himself over Twilight, the shimmering red of Daruk’s Protection coming up around them as ice and rocks come toppling down.  Twilight can hear Time calling his name, muffled by the shield around him and Wild.  Cracks form in its surface as more and more rocks crash against it and then, with a burst of light, the shield shatters and the only thing left protecting him is Wild.  Twilight scrambles, trying to push Wild away, or flip them around, but his arms are weak and he’s left groaning as the energy leaves him.  Wild grunts, but otherwise remains where he is, gripping Twilight’s tunic until the onslaught eventually subsides.  Wild moves, sitting up slowly, and Twilight turns just enough to note the blood in his hair. 

“Cub,” he mumbles and then the world shatters again.        

  Somewhere, above them, the dragon screeches and a shadow passes over as it crashes into the mountain, scrambling against the stone.  

There’s a cry and Twilight sees Legend struggling in the dragon’s grasp as it pulls back, screaming as ice begins to creep over his body.  Hyrule yells, leaping from the edge and grabbing onto the dragon’s claw, hacking away at it with his sword.  The others scramble to help;  there’s a flash, lightning illuminating metal, and Twilight sees Time aim his hookshot onto Hyrule’s tunic.  It latches on and Time pulls, his jaw clenched as he struggles against the strength of the dragon.  

The dragon jerks, rearing back, and Twilight stares, horrified, as his mentor is pulled forward off the ledge and left dangling in the air.  

Wild staggers to his feet. 

“Time!”  

Time kicks in the air, reaching for Hyrule, and, then, everything slows as the dragon shudders.  It lurches back, contorting its body, and then it opens its hand, releasing Legend, Hyrule, and Time into the open air.  

They make no noise, suspended for a half a second in space, and then all three disappear into the raging storm.  

A great cry rises among the remaining heroes.  Twilight stares at the spot where the three disappeared, a scream building in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t have much time to process it because, suddenly, Wild is beside him again, trying to lift him to his feet.  Twilight grabs Wild’s arm, attempting to hoist himself up, his feet scrambling in the blood and snow.  His vision is blurry, but he can see the rest of the group struggling to hold on as the dragon continues its rampage, smashing itself against the cliff face.  There’s more screams and Twilight lets out a choked cry as he watches as his friends are thrown from the mountain side, vanishing into the rising winds.     

“Twi!”  Wild’s voice cuts through the panic and then the dragon’s tail crashes into their ledge; Twilight feels the ground beneath him crack, pieces of it peeling away.  He grabs Wild, using whatever strength he has left to pull him to his chest, and shuts his eyes. 

Please, he prays.   

Then the stone beneath them crumbles and they’re falling.

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Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 2

Summary: You and Bucky have lunch

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU] Warnings: Swearing, partial nakedness (in a round about way), just a small amount of fluff, LOTS of angst A/N: All of the likes, comments and reblogs are AMAZING!! Thank you all so much!!! 💕 I feel like I’m going to stick with posting once a week just for my own sanity, especially once my job starts up again. I have it pretty much mapped out how I want it to go, so fifteen is the tentative amount of chapters, but I’ve discovered I’m wordy so it might change lol. 

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“Y/N?” You groaned. “Y/N?” You groaned again and rolled away from the noise. “Hey, it’s after 9.” You slowly cracked an eye open and saw the alarm clock. 9:34 a.m. You groaned and rolled back towards the noise. You squinted up at him and he gave you a lopsided grin. 

“Hey.” You rubbed your hand over your face.

“Hi,” you croaked. “Do you have Advil, or somethin’?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, here.” You peeked through your fingers and saw that he was holding out his hand. You put your other hand out and felt him drop two pills. You slowly pushed yourself up and put the pills in your mouth while Bucky handed you a glass of water. Never has water tasted so good. 

“Thank you for taking care of me last night. I hope I wasn’t a complete ass.” You set the empty glass on the nightstand, and looked up at Bucky.

“No, you were fine. Loud… but fine.” You groaned and pulled the covers back.  

Bucky didn’t want to tell you what you’d said. He knew the ramblings of a drunk girl weren’t something he should bring up. Especially if it might make you remember what he had said, too.

“Do you have any caffeine?” You stood up and pulled on your jeans. You glanced at Bucky when he didn’t answer and saw his face was red. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh…” He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” You weren’t convinced. He let out a sigh. “You, uh, you slept naked.” Your face scrunched in confusion.

“No I didn’t.” He finally made eye contact with you.

“Uh…” He raised his brows. You really didn’t expect him to believe that, did you? He could see your whole leg, for fucks sakes! There’s no way— You rolled your eyes and pulled down the side of your jeans to show him the waistband of your thong. His eyes went down and his face softened. 

“Oh.” A younger version of Bucky would have brought up that technically your ass still touched the sheets, but he thought better of it.

“So, do you have caffeine?” You slowly picked up your shirt and bra from the floor and hooked your fingers through the straps of your sandals.  

“Yeah, I’ve got coffee or coke?” You shook your head.

“Coffee’s good.” You rubbed your face, your head pounding.

“Got some tequila, too, if you want a little hare of the dog…” You gagged and Bucky chuckled, “C’mon.” He put his hand on your back and gently nudged you out of the room. You gripped the railing and carefully walked downstairs.

“I don’t remember you being a morning person….” You grumbled while walking into the kitchen. Bucky reached into the cupboard and grabbed a red mug, setting it down while he poured you a cup. He still wasn’t a morning person, but he couldn’t sleep. Something to do with the girl sleeping in his bed, he supposed. 

He placed it gently in your hands and watched as you blew on it before taking a sip. He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. 

“People change.” You stared at him, a million thoughts going through your mind. From the look on Bucky’s face, they seemed to be going through his mind, too. He cleared his throat, “We can go get your car whenever.”

You leaned on the counter across from him, one hand still holding your clothes and shoes, the other gripping the handle of the mug. 

“Are we still goin’ to Peg’s for lunch?” His face perked up, “I can just get it after? Unless you’ve got stuff you have to do this morning. Then I can get it now and get out of your way–!” 

“No, no, I don’t have anything,” Bucky shook his head. He scratched the back of his neck. “Well… technically I’m supposed to get some roses for Sharon’s lunch thing tomorrow.”

“Oh, you mean the bridal shower?”

“Yeah, that.” You chuckled.

“I can help you?” He raised his brows.

“Yeah?” He sounded hopeful. “I’d appreciate that.” He gave you a lopsided smirk and you grinned back.

“Uh, I just gotta use the restroom, then we can go out.” You set the mug on the counter and headed into the bathroom off the kitchen. Once the door was firmly shut– old farmhouses are supposed to have doors that stick, according to Bucky– you flicked on the light and inhaled sharply at the image staring back at you. 

Your makeup was smudged all over and your hair was sticking up in about thirty two different directions. “Jesus….” You raked through it with your fingers and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe away the mascara that was smeared across your face. 

You finished up in the bathroom, taking an elastic from your pocket and putting your hair back and out of your face. Bucky glanced up from his cup of coffee and smirked. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, “You coulda told me I looked like that….” you murmured quietly. You grabbed your mug and took a few sips, setting your shirt from last night on the counter behind you.

“I’ve seen worse.��� You rolled your eyes softly. He’d seen you when you were still a greasy, oily teenager. He had definitely seen worse. “How’re you feeling?” You shrugged and set the coffee down.

“Like someone bashed my head in.” Bucky chuckled. You cleared your throat, “I’m ready whenever you are?” He straightened and set his mug down.

“Yeah, okay. Let me grab gloves and shears.” You nodded and he went out to the back porch. You glanced around the kitchen. Nothing really stood out, except for the wooden sign with the letter ‘B’ painted in the middle and ‘Barnes’ written underneath.

“No, a little more to the left. Other left. O…kay… stop! Right there!” You went over and put two little pencil marks where the sign sat on the wall. Bucky handed you the sign and grabbed the hammer from his tool box. He took the nails from his mouth.


“You’re sure? ‘Cause once the nails go in, that’s where it’s staying.” 

You rolled your eyes and smirked.
“Oh, whatever. You’d move it if I asked you to.” He turned and gave you a skeptical look. “Yes, James, this is where I want it.” He mumbled something and turned his head back towards the wall. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you?” He started hammering the nail into the spot you marked.

“Sorry! Can’t hear you! Too busy hanging this up!” He shouted over the smack of the hammer. You rolled your eyes, and chose not to comment. He placed the second nail into its designated spot and reached back for the sign, centering it once it was hung. 

He stepped back, draping his arm across your shoulders, and you wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I love it,” you smiled up at him. He looked down at you and smiled back, before he kissed your forehead.

“I do, too. Not as much as I love the girl who made it, though.” You smirked and felt your cheeks get warm. That man…. Always the flirt. “Picture frame still goin’ next to it?”

You shook your head, “No… I kinda wanna put it over the fireplace.” His brows pinched together.

“We don’t have a fireplace.” You slowly grinned up at him, and he rolled his head back and groaned. “Y/N….”

“I already talked to your dad, and he said it doesn’t take long if you know what you’re doing!” He groaned, again, and kept his head rolled back. “He even said he’d help!” Of course he did, Bucky thought. The only other man on the planet who had as hard of time telling Y/N “no” was George Barnes.

“Babe, that’s gonna cost—”

“He said it wouldn’t be too much since we’re doing it ourselves, and he could get it for cost.” He looked down at you with an unamused expression. You grinned softly and turned so both of your arms were wrapped around his waist. “Please? I swear it’s the last thing I’ll ask you to build.” He let out a long sigh and cupped your face. He knew that wasn’t true by a long shot. 

“I’m not letting you talk to dad, anymore. He puts too many ideas in your head.” You giggled, and Bucky cracked a lopsided grin.

“I don’t know how well that’ll work. Sunday dinners might get weird.” He laughed and pecked your nose.

“You, my beautiful wife, are such a smart ass.” You laughed and he pulled you in tighter, wrapping you up in a hug.

“Ready?” You blinked and turned towards Bucky. You nodded your head and pushed off the counter and followed him out back. 

This house used to be Bucky’s grandparents, and sat empty for years until you moved into it. An overly generous gift from his parents, who wouldn’t leave you alone until you two agreed to move in. George and Winnie Barnes took “charming” to a whole new level.

His grandpa had planted rose bushes for his wife, and every morning when they were in bloom, he’d go out and cut a fresh flower for her. You used to tell Bucky that when you were old and grey, he had to leave a freshly cut rose for you, too. He used to joke that he’d do it “whenever I wanna show my wife how much I love her, not just when we’re old.”

The rose bushes were a pain in the ass to maintain if you didn’t dedicate yourself to it. Which was a hard lesson you both learned at 18 and 19 when you moved in and almost killed them. You had gotten talked to a few times by Winnie to just hire a gardener, but you were both too damn stubborn, and were determined to do it yourself. 

You half expected to see some sparse looking plants on the brink of death, but you saw ten flourishing bushes, each color as vibrant as ever. There were two bushes for each of his grandparents’ five kids. Red, yellow, white, purple, and a bicolored rose that was a combination of red and white. George’s were yellow. He had drilled it into your head very early on. You could never not think of him when you saw a yellow rose. 

“Did you hire a gardener?” You asked, glancing over at Bucky. You came to a stop, and he handed you a pair of worn-green gardening gloves and shears.

“Yeah. Just to help revive them.” You slipped on our gloves, “Ma threatened to kill me if I did it again.” You both chuckled. “So, Sharon said white and red.”  You nodded and glanced at the white roses in front of you. You sat on your knees and started to cut the stems how Bucky taught you back in high school.

“How many does she want?”

“A dozen of each color.” You hummed in acknowledgment. You worked in silence, like this was a regular Saturday activity. Every now and then, you’d catch Bucky out of the corner of your eye looking at you, but you ignored him. 

After all, what would you talk about at Peg’s if you talked now?

Once you had twelve of both colors, you went in and put them in vases to take to Steve and Sharon’s. It was a little after eleven when you finished, so you both decided to just head to Peg’s now, neither of you quite comfortable with the awkwardness of being alone together. 

You stopped by Steve and Sharon’s long enough for Bucky to set the roses inside so no animals or insects would get into them. When Bucky stepped inside, he saw Sharon sitting on the couch reading, still in her pajamas. She raised her brows at him.

“Well? Do I have to kill you?”

Bucky sighed, “No, Shar, I haven’t said anything to her yet. We’re going to Peg’s for lunch.” Sharon perked up and closed the book she was reading. 

“Lunch? She’s okay with that?” Bucky shrugged.

“She’s out in the truck, so I sure hope she is.” Sharon gave him an indignant look.

“Bucky, I’m serious.”

“I am, too. I’m fucking starving.” Sharon stood up and started to walk towards him. “No, save it. I don’t wanna hear it. Here’s your flowers.” Bucky left before she could lecture him further on how he should communicate with his wife. He was so tired of the lectures.

You pulled into the parking lot and the bright yellow restaurant seemed to beckon you in. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as Bucky parked. You had been slightly worried that wearing your shirt from last night, a shirt that was very clearly meant for nighttime, in the middle of the day, might give away the wrong idea, so you kept on the white tee you slept in. 

This small town didn’t need any more gossip. 

You grabbed your purse and headed into the restaurant, the bell signaling your entrance. 

The same “Seat Yourselves” sign, that had probably been around since the creation of Earth, was displayed on the counter by the register. Bucky led you to a table in front by the window. You both sat and, on instinct, Bucky handed you a menu from the small box on the table and grabbed one for himself.

“Oh, I know what I’m gonna get,” you put the menu back and Bucky glanced at you with a small grin.

“A veggie wrap?” You breathed a laugh through your nose and nodded.

“Are you gettin’ the French dip?” He nodded. “Then, are you gonna complain when it doesn’t come out right?” Bucky let out a soft chuckle and dropped the menu back in the box.

“I swear, it wasn’t just a fluke.” You chuckled and softly shook your head. One time he ordered the sandwich and claimed it was the best thing he’d ever eaten, but every time after that he said it never came out quite right. Still, he ordered it every time, even four years later it seemed.

“Well, I hope today’s the day.” You gazed at each other, like nothing happened, and it was just any other day. Like, the last four years never happened and you were just a couple having lunch together on a Saturday afternoon.

“Oh, so you only come here when you want food. I see where I rate,” a noticeably upset British woman spoke from behind you. You slowly looked up and Peggy stared back down at you, a hand on her hip, and lips pulled tight. Her hair was pulled back, a few greying curls loosely framing her face. You grimaced and sank into your chair.

“Hi, Peggy….” you spoke timidly. Her expression didn’t change as she flipped her glower to Bucky.

“And you: what do you think you’re tittering about?” Your eyes flashed to Bucky just in time to see his smile fall, and a look of guilt and bashfulness take over. He ducked his head. “Don’t think you can just come back in here just because she’s back in town, and act like you haven’t been avoiding my food like the plague.” 

What? Did he really not come here while you were gone? He loved the food at Peggy’s… hell, almost every date you went on in high school ended in coming here, regardless of if you ate dinner already or not. 

Bucky peeked at you and his cheeks got red. It’d been a while since he’d been this embarrassed, and he’s pretty sure Peggy was the reason last time, too. 

Peggy gave an annoyed sigh, “Fine. I’ll be the better person and bring you your food, but I expect a handwritten apology from both,” she gave a pointed look to you, then Bucky, “of you.” You both nodded meekly. “What do you want to drink?” She tapped foot and sighed like it was inconvenience for her to be doing her job.

“Cherry coke.” “Cherry coke.”

“Fine.” She turned on her heel and took off in a huff. You and Bucky glanced back at each other, and stared for about five seconds before you burst out laughing. It was the kind of laughing where your stomach hurt and tears streamed down your face. “Hey!” Peggy yelled back at us, and you both muffled your laughter with your hand’s. 

Bucky reached out and thumbed away a tear from your cheek, and you felt all those feelings coming back with a vengeance. You stopped laughing and slowly sat back and watched the smile on his face fall.

“You… shouldn’t do that, Buck,” you spoke softly, staring at the paper placemats, tearing the corner off as a distraction. He let out a sigh and sat back, his hand dropping to the table.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

You cleared your throat, “W-what do you want to talk about first?” You studied him while you spoke. His eyes raked over you.

What did he want to talk about first?

Well, that’s a not an easy question to answer. He wanted to talk about everything. 

Why weren’t you staying at Clint and Nat’s? 

What did you think of Sam’s goatee, and did you find it as annoying as he did?  

Did Nat pester you with unwanted advice as much as him?

Does he even have a shot at convincing you to come back home?

His mouth gapped like he wanted to say something, but then he closed it, and straightened his posture, clenching his fist, “I…. I’m sorry.” You blinked. 

“What?” You asked breathlessly. His gaze never left yours, “You…. You’re… apologizing?” He gave a faint nod, his shoulders relaxing just enough to notice.

“I didn’t do enough for you. I knew you needed me, but…” he stared up at the ceiling and chewed on his cheek. “I didn’t want to talk about it. I couldn’t.” You were only faintly aware of the two glasses of brown, carbonated liquid being placed in front of you. “You wanted to talk, and I wanted to pretend it never happened, ‘cause it was easier to pretend. But I think time has helped me figure out my feelings.”

“But it did happen. She happened. We lost her, but I was the only one who really even cared she was gone—” His eyes snapped back to yours and flashed with anger.

“Don’t.” You could feel your own wrath starting to bubble back to the surface.

“No. If you were really sorry for how it all happened, you’d talk about her with me. This isn’t something we can just ‘forget’, James, and clearly time hasn’t healed anything.” His jaw was clenched tight, and you thought that he might break his teeth from how strained he looked.

“You know what might have helped? If my wife didn’t leave. If I hadn’t of come home to an empty house with all your stuff missing. If you had given me—”

“I needed you and you ran away for a weekend with your friends. I needed you and you left me! You left me first, long before I left you.”

“I—” he sat forward just as his phone started to ring. He closed his eyes and let out a strained sigh. He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, “It’s Steve. I’ve gotta go—” You didn’t wait for him to finish. 

You grabbed your purse from the back of the chair and stood up, the legs scratching on the tiling. “Y/N!” You started out the back exit through the kitchen. No one was really allowed to use it, but it was the quickest and least public way to leave, and that’s all you cared about. You pushed the door open, the sun almost overhead now.

A large hand grabbed your arm, making you spin back and give its owner a glare. “Stop.” You shook his hand off and started walking back to Nick’s to get your car. “It’s a meeting; I can’t miss it.”

“You and I both know if you told Steve you couldn’t make it, he’d let it slide.” You realized you were going the wrong direction and stopped and turned around, Bucky slamming into you. He caught you before you fell, and you mumbled a ‘thanks’ and kept walking.

“Just- just come with me to the meeting!” You stopped and looked back at him with an unconvinced glare. “We can get the food to go and eat it on one of the engines like we used to!” Your scowl softened a little. Bucky took a couple steps towards you until he was cupping your face. “Just….” Tears threatened to spill over. You gently clasped onto his forearms.

“Will you talk about her?” You barely heard the words leave your mouth. Bucky stared back at you with watery eyes.

“I-I-I…. I…” You closed your eyes and sighed through your nose. You pulled his arms away from your face.

“I’ll see you later, James.” You turned on your heels and continued to walk back to your car with your arms wrapped around yourself. You slammed the door shut and sat there for just a few jagged breaths before the dam broke.

You leaned your forehead on the steering wheel and sobbed like it had all just happened again. 

You didn’t remember when you stopped crying. 

You didn’t remember starting your car and driving back to the hotel room. 

You didn’t remember anything but the things you wished you could forget.

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