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Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 2

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, fluff, semi-public sex, sex against a window, P in V sex, fingering, Oral (M and F receiving) , multiple orgasms, slight over stimulation, dirty talk, choking, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie,biting/marking, possessive language, aftercare, Jacks both a gentleman and a DIRTY BASTARD, Reader is 100% into it all

Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day two he takes her to see her favorite work of art.

Tuesday 9th of February

The second morning in Rome started with an early morning makeout session, soft, gentle kisses roused you from sleep, followed by a shower and a traditional Italian breakfast delivered to your suite as the two of you sat watching people make their way to the coliseum.

The coffee and crespelles were a perfect way to start the day, made all the more better by Jack’s large hand resting on your thigh, drawing gentle patterns with his thumb as you each sipped your mugs in comfortable silence.

By eight thirty AM the two of you were dressed in your warm clothes and out the door, ready to partake in whatever adventure Jack had planned.

You sat literally on the edge of your seat in excitement as you were driven around Rome to our destination for the day. Jack warmly chuckled beside you at your boundless enthusiasm, smiling wider to himself as you began snapping pictures along the way of the general beauty that was Rome.

Once you were dropped off Jack took your hand in his, leading the way up the road and round the corner. You practically hummed in excitement beside him, bouncing in glee as the large walls of Vatican City loomed over you.

“Jaaaacccckkkk!” you squealed delightedly, as he led you to the back of a growing queue. “Are we going where I think we’re going?”

He chuckled at your excitement again. “Couldn't take my girl to Rome without letting her see her favorite work of art could I?”

You bounced in place, trying to express your excitement and gratitude in any articulate way you could, you cupped his face and pulled him down for an expressive kiss on his cheek.

“You have no idea how excited I am Jack!” You elated, almost jumping for joy beside him.

He tried to calm you down and keep you still by resting his hands on your hips, pulling you to his front in a gentle embrace.

“I have a fair idea Sugar,” he hummed, kissing your brow affectionately. “I remember when you mentioned wanting to visit Rome, on our New Year's trip, just a passing comment, but your eyes lit up when you mentioned the Sistine Chapel, I just knew I had to take you one day Darlin.”

Your hands rested lightly on his chest, with your gaze cast down you smiled, tenderly remembering the brief exchange you had shared months prior. At the time you never took much note of your conversation, having forgotten all about it until Jack had surprised you with this trip, but clearly Jack had taken notice, and went through great pains to make your wish you had barely ever shared before a reality.

You had lost count of the amount of times he proved himself of how utterly perfect he was for you was incalculable.

He amazed you every day, outdoing himself with each little surprise or adoring words, each grand gesture or gentle peck, each casual touch or passionate kiss.

Jack Daniels, as cocky, ridiculous, and flirtatious as he was, was everything you had ever hoped for.

“I wish I knew, just how to show my gratitude to you Jack,” you whispered softly to him.

He gently pulled your gaze back up to meet his.

“Darlin, you don’t need to do anything other than stay with me. You’ve made this lonely heart feel something again for the first time in years, and that's more than enough for me.”

Your lower lip wobbled and your eyes threatened to spill, Jack preemptively stopped your sappy tears from spilling with a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Come on Darlin, lines moving.”

Jack walked arm in arm with you throughout the whole tour of Vatican city, your gaze was often fixed to the beautiful architecture or paintings, but everytime you glanced over at Jack, his eyes were fixed on you. You had his whole attention, not the paintings, not the tour guide, you.

“Jack?” You asked softly, concerned he was only humoring you and didn't actually care about anything you were seeing. “Aren't you interested in all this?”

“Oh I am Darlin,” he reassured. “But I love watching the way your eyes light up, better than any painting here.”

“You’re just trying to butter me up Cowboy,” you smiled up at him.

“Can’t help it Sugar, pretty thing like you on my arm? Who can blame me?”

“You flatter me Jack, You’ve been sweet talking me from the moment we met, I don't even think you would know how to stop,” you teased.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek.

“No Darlin, I don't think I would know how to either.”

It was impossible to express just how fantastical it felt to see some of the famous pieces found in the Vatican museum, Raphael’s ‘Transfiguration’, The statue of Laocoön and his sons, The Vision of St. Helen , Da Vinci's St. Jerome in Wilderness, masterpieces you had only ever seen photos of on the internet or in your meager collection of art History books. Completely indescribable. But these experiences paled in comparison to seeing Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam, photos could not compare to how breathtaking it was. It loomed above you, alongside dozens of other High Renaissance masterpieces, but your eyes were pulled back to that one each time.

You imagined Michelangelo, centuries ago, in his genius, laying on his back atop the precarious scaffolding as he painted it, how grueling it was, how long it took.

You never thought you would ever see it, not in person, it had been such a fantasy to you you had never really mentioned it before until Jack had asked you those months ago.

Daddies had taken you on vacations before, trips to sunny beaches and tropical getaways, when they wanted to impress you and have you show some skin, but not once had they ever asked you where you wanted to go, what you wanted to see.

There had been no desire to share your interests, to take you to experience culture and art over bikinis and parties. Jack had been right, you had been with some shit Daddies before you met him.

The picturesque beaches and clear oceans may have been pretty to look at, but it couldn't hold a candle to the beauty above you.

Standing there, with your neck strained up at the ceiling, your eyes began to water for the umpteenth time since you had landed in Italy, but you willed them away this time, focusing on the painting to burn the experience into your memory and refusing to let the tears fog your vision as emotions overwhelmed you once again.

“Baby?” Jack’s soft voice cut in, his arms wrapped around your middle as he came up behind you, kissing your forehead. “You good?”

“Perfect, Jack,” you whispered back, giving your neck a break by resting the back of your head on him.

“Everything you ever dreamed about?” He asked, following your gaze to the painting.

“Better,” you sighed, squeezing his arms around you.

You clung to Jack’s arm as you made your way out of Vatican city and back to the streets of Rome. He patted your hand affectionately, placing a kiss to your temple.

You had been so...so... moved, by Jack's surprise, by the artworks, by the experience and you knew you couldn’t express it to him. And you knew he knew.

You were beginning to understand the magnitude of his affections, he wasn’t just trying to impress you, to show off and boost his ego like many men before him.

No, Jack's masculinity wasn’t so fragile that he had to prove himself like that, he may flash his money for you, to buy you trinkets and clothes just as they all had before, but the way he went about it was so different.

Stuff wasn’t what he relied on to keep you with him, no, he kept you by his side by paying attention, by caring about you, for you.

He wanted to make you happy, truly, and he expected nothing from you in return apart from your companionship.

His words from earlier in the day were really starting to strike a chord with you.

“You’ve made this lonely heart feel something again for the first time in years.”

You looked up at him from the corner of your eye as he led you through the streets. He seems to know where he wanted to go, and you trusted him not to get you lost.

“Jack,” you whispered softly. “I-”

“Don’t need to say a thing Baby,” he interrupted. “I know.”

“But, I-” you sighed. “How?”

“How do I know?” he asked, amused. “Baby you thank me every damn time I do something for you, no matter how big or small, I've picked up on a few things. I can tell when you’re struggling to figure out how to thank me.”

He stopped in his tracks, guiding you to his front and pulling one of your hands up to his lips to kiss it.

“You tear up when something specially meaningful, those are the times you can’t figure out what to say,” he cupped your face in his large, warm hands. They felt nice against the chill that had clung to your cheeks. “But you don’t need to say anything Sugar, I can tell just by lookin at’cha you’re grateful. It made you happy, that's all I wanted. I don’t need a ‘thank you’, I just need you.”

Your lip wobbled and you pouted up at him, making him chuckle.

“See? Just like that, and I get yer waterworks running,” he teased, thumb wiping a tear that was threatening to spill.

You rolled your eyes and swatted his chest playfully.

“None of that Darlin” he laughed, ducking his head to kiss you. “My Baby gets all sappy for Daddy’s sweet words huh?”

“Don’t get cocky,” you giggled, trying to duck from him gleefully.

“Thought you liked me ‘cocky’,” he joked as you turned and tried to walk off, pulling you back into his grip, back flush against his front. “Specially when it’s inside-”

“Jack! People are watching!” you laughed, swatting at him over your shoulder, grateful at least your conversation wasn't too loud and probably not understood by the locals who rolled their eyes at the childish tourists as they passed.

He laughed merrily, letting you go and gently taking your hand.

“Such a killjoy,” he joked, leading the two of you again. “Come on then Sugar, lets get some lunch.”

Lunch turned out to be in this adorable local cafe hidden down many sidestreets.

Jack told him a work colleague told him about the hidden gem, unknown to most tourists, and had made a point to bring you there.

You sat inside, safe from the bitter cold as you sipped your hot drinks and shared croissants and muffins.

Silence passes between you, as you watch from your window the small trickle of locals walk by, trudging through the remaining snow slush, on their way to wherever it was they were going. It was a perfect way to relax after your tour, Jack told you to enjoy it while it lasted, because he had one more surprise for the day.

Jack’s second surprise was a tour of Castel sant'angelo.

It was originally built as a mausoleum, over the centuries it became a fortress and castle, in modern times, it had become a museum.

“Two museum tours in one day?” You asked, humming as the two of you walked over the beautifully sculpted bridge leading up to the impressive building hand in hand.

“Well with it being so close to the Vatican, I thought ‘Why not?’ , and I know how much my Baby appreciates her art and history,” he smiled.

Taking his words from earlier to hear, you thanked him with just a kiss on the cheek.

Jack insisted the two of you could walk back to your hotel by the time you were kicked out of the castle at closing time.

‘Just a forty minute walk’ he promised.

You pouted at him, shaking your head no.

“My feet are killing me Jack,” you whined.

“Won't it be romantic though Baby?” He asked, trying to convince you.“Walking through the streets of Rome at night? Just the two of us?”

It did sound nice, in theory, but the sky was clouded over, your feet hurt, the ground was covered in slush and it was starting to seep into your supposedly waterproof boots.

“My toes are going numb and it’s freezing Jack!”

“But Baby-”

“Daddy,” you sniveled, trying to appeal to his dominant, caring role over you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to block out the cold as the temperature dropped further. It was bearable in the day, sunlight and warm clothes enough to keep you reasonably warm. But you weren't dressed with the expectation of being outdoors too long, and as the snow began to fall you pulled yourself to his chest, snuggling into his warmth.

“Please Daddy, I don't want to walk like this.”

He sighed and wrapped an arm around you, caving to his instincts to care for you.

“Alright then, let me call a cab Honey Bee,” he relented, pulling out his phone.

You groaned when you made your way into the hotel room, throwing the keycard on the table and collapsing by the door , tearing off your boots and letting your soaked, numb toes free.

Jack chuckled at your dramatic behaviour, not removing any of his gear much to your confusion.

“There’s a few more presents on the bed for you,” he smiled, heat in his eyes and flashing his canines at you as he crouched down in front of you, stroking your cheek. “Want you to go in there and put them on-”

“Jack, my feet are too sore for any heels toni-”

“No heels, Honey Bee,” he said, his tone and use of your moniker a clear warning for you to fall in line. “You’ll like it, I promise. Now go open your presents and get dressed while I go pick up dinner.”

He stood up as you nodded and took his hand when he offered it, helping you up and grabbing the keycard from where you discarded it.

“Be back soon Baby,” he smiled as he opened the door and left.

Alone, you padded into the bedroom, your feet grateful for the plush carpet as you made your way over to the bed.

Laid out across the sheets was a beautiful little pair of pink and black satin sleep shorts, a matching bralette, a cute pair of pink fluffy bunny slippers, and a long fuzzy pink gown. You ran your fingers over the material of them all, amazed at how soft they all were.

Atop your outfit for the night was another folded up note. You picked it up carefully and opened it up, greeted by Jack’s familiar scrawl once again.

“Day two of seven, I know your feet must be real sore today Baby, I hope a relaxing evening with Daddy makes up for it. Get dressed and go pick out a movie out in the livin room for me. Happy Valentine’s Week Sugar, Love Jack”

You softened, reading his words, again as you folded the note back up and began redressing.

The satin felt even smoother as it covered your skin, and the fuzzy robe and slippers helped warm you up after your cold trip back to your suite.

Once dressed you wandered out into the living area, delighted to see the couch covered in soft blankets and pillows, a gift hamper sat on the coffee table containing sweets, a bottle of wine, glasses and some foot lotion. Your heart warmed at the thoughtfulness of it all and how intimately comfortable it was.

As you snuggled under one of the blankets and flicked on the TV, scrolling through movie options you heard the keycard beep and the door unlock.

“Back Darlin!” Jack called from the entranceway , you heard him put something down and head to the bedroom.

He joined you a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and his trademark stetson, carrying a large pizza box.

You smiled and bit your lip, admiring his little tummy that you loved so much.

He placed the box on the coffee table and snuggled under the blanket with you.

“Pick something out Baby?” He asked, one arm over the back of the couch and other hand wandering up your thigh under your robe and resting there.

“I think so,” you hummed, relaxing back into his embrace and warmth, head resting on his shoulder. “Sci-Fi movie by the looks of it.”

“Prospect?” Jack questioned. “Don’t usually sound like our kinda thing Darlin.”

“Yeah, but one of the actors caught my eye in the preview clips,” you giggled. “He looks like you Daddy.”

He quirked his eyebrow at you and gave you a shrug, letting you click play as he pulled the pizza and wine over for you to share.

You almost choked on your pizza when the actor showed up and Jack exclaimed in annoyance that he looked nothing like him.

“What are you talking about?” You laughed. “He could be your twin!”

“I know for a fact my Mamma only gave birth to one Daniels boy thank you very much!” He proclaimed.

You giggled hysterically, curling into him, trying not to knock the pizza box onto the floor.

“He’s just you with more scruff!” You gasped for breath between your laughter. “Listen to him he’s even got a southern accent too!”

“I resent being compared to a scruffy, sweaty, bastard space man who talks so damn weird Darlin!”

You covered your mouth, biting back a sassy comment about the ‘talks weird’ comment and tried to compose yourself.

“How can you not see it?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “The similarities are scary.”

The two of you eventually agreed to disagree as you finished your pizza and wine and moved on to a few after dinner chocolates from the hamper.

Jack rubbed your feet with the lotion as you lay on the couch sideways, easing the tension and soreness from your feet in his lap as the movie went on. You melted to his touch, unwinding from the long day on your feet.

You had taken quite a liking to the southern spaceman with the silver tongue, much to Jack's growing annoyance, he grumbled as you cooed at the man on screen.

But as irritated as he was, he pulled you to his side in comfort as you watched your little crush have his arm amputated, hiding your face in Jack’s chest throughout the difficult scene.

“Poor Ezra,” you murmured when the scene was over.

Jack rolled his eyes and kissed the crown of your head. “I don’t know what you see in him Darlin.”

“He’s your scoundrel, space-cowboy twin Jack. What’s not to like?”

“Think you need your eyes checked Darlin. I might actually be bothered ‘bout your little infatuation if you didn’t insist so damn hard that he looked like me.”

You giggled and settled down again against his bare chest.

“Hmm...”

“What are you hmming about over there?”

“You’d look good with a little blonde patch.”

“Shut up.”

When the credits rolled Jack switched off the TV, shrouding the room in darkness and stood up, gently pulling you up to your feet beside him. You were tired after such a long day, and the movie and snuggles afterwards only made you more tired.

He rested his hands on your hips and gave you a tender, soft kiss.

“You like your new jammies Baby?” He asked, smiling when you nodded. “Yeah? You look so dang cute in them.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Is my Baby too tired tonight? Or do you want to have some playtime with Daddy before bed?”

You whined in response, resting your hands on his chest.

“I always want to play with you Daddy.”

“Oh I know you do Baby, but Daddy thinks you need your rest. Bed time for you I think.”

“I don’t want to go to bed Daddy.”

“Think you’re awake enough for it Honey Bee?” he asked, gently shoving your new robe off of your shoulders and onto the floor.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Prove it,” he rasped, firmly pushing you to your knees in front of the couch and pulling his sweats down enough for his balls and hardening cock to hook over them.

You licked your lips and looked up at him, taking him in your hand at the base. His eyes burned into yours as you opened your mouth and began kitten licking at his tip, circling your tongue around him.

You kissed him, from base to tip, worshipping his cock.

He moaned at your teasing little touches and you felt him twitch in your hand, hardening slowly under your touch.

‘That's it Baby, Get Daddy nice and hard,” he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back to lose himself to the feeling of you coaxing his cock.

You felt the crotch of your sleep shorts become wet, aroused by his raspy voice and lewd moans. But you kept your hands where they were, on his thigh and cock, knowing if you touched yourself without permission his ‘playtime’ with you would become a (delicious) punishment.

You relaxed your jaw and took him into your mouth, letting your tongue run along the underside of his length as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper into your mouth.

He let out a loud guttural moan, hands cupping your head to keep you in place.

“Hmmmmm fuck Baby!” He spat, looking back down at you and gently thrusting his hips into your face, careful not to choke you. “You’ve gotten so good at that! Can take me so well now can’t cha? Almost all the way!”

He rocked into you slowly, now fully erect in your mouth, you concentrated on breathing through your nose as he pushed himself deeper with each thrust.

You had succeeded in taking him easier than when you first had gotten together, but it was still a struggle to truly deepthroat him and supress your gag reflex, so far you had never managed to take him all in before you backed out. You kept your hand on his thigh, ready to tap out when needed.

Your eyes never left his face, and his never left your lips, watching as inch by inch his cock went further into your mouth.

“Breathe Baby,” he encouraged, hungrily watching his spit covered cock push and pull in and out of you. “If you can take me all the way in tonight Baby, I’ll give you a big reward.”

You mewled around him, excited by his promise of a reward. He always delivered on those promises in a spectacular way.

You took a deep breath through your nose and relaxed your throat as best you could, successfully taking him further, your jaw hurt and your throat protested as he pushed in even deeper.

Your eyes watered as your lips finally met the groomed hair at his base. You blinked up at him, waiting for approval and praise for having taken him all the way for the first time triumphantly.

“Hnnng! Fuck! Good girl! Good Girl!” he panted, watching you, transfixed on the way his cock looked shoved all the way down your throat. “Perfect, warm wet little mouth fuck!”

He reached down cautiously, fingers tracing over your neck gently, feeling the bulge in your throat. You whined, feeling light headed as he gripped your neck and squeezed lightly, he gave an experimental thrust, even with the awkward angle and groaned at the feeling of his own hand squeezing your throat tighter around him.

“Oh fuck Honey Bee I’m so deep,” he moaned, squeezing tighter, making you more light headed. “Doin such a good job, you need to tap out Sugar?”

You shook your head no as best you could, head swimming and body buzzing as he chokes you with his hand and cock.

“Can feel my fat cock moving inside you Baby, so damn hot, making me even fucking harder.”

He kept thrusting into your throat slowly, careful to not actually choke you. You were getting a little high from the lack of oxygen, far more aroused by it than you ever thought you could be. You only tapped out when black dots started to swim in your vision.

Jack pulled free without hesitation, crouching in front of you to check you were alright as the obstruction in your throat was gone and your lungs heaved in oxygen.

You gulped down air hungrily as Jack kissed your face in praise.

“Did so well baby, so proud of you, you took me all the way,” he murmured, nose nuzzling along your hairline. He waited for you to be ready to continue , and when your breathing had calmed and you gave him a nod to continue, he kissed your forehead, stood up and pulled you to your feet with him.

“As promised, my little girl deserves her reward,” he growled, nodding over to an armchair by the sliding door. “Go sit,” he ordered softly.

You scrambled to comply, anticipating your reward with glee.

He sauntered over, discarding his stetson on the coffee table before kneeling down in front of you, hooking his fingers into your sleep shorts.

“Up,” he gently instructed, pulling them down your legs as you lifted your hips for him.

He brought the shorts up to his face and inhaled your scent, licking up the crotch of them to taste the juices that soaked them.

“My baby tastes so good,” he praised, discarding the shorts over his shoulder. “Spread ‘em wide for me Sugar,” he said, gently coaxing your leg apart and licking his lips.

He didn’t tease, intent on giving you your much deserved reward as he drank you down and shoved his tongue deep into your dripping hole.

Your back arched, eyes closed and thighs shook, he pulled them over his shoulders to give himself more room, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs to hold them still.

You whimpered in delight, gripping his hair and pulling him deeper, his eyes cut up at you, letting you know that at any other time, an action would not be tolerated, and he would have you reprimanded for being greedy.

But this was your reward, you deserved it.

Jack did not hide his messy noises as he ate you out like a man starved, wet smacks of his lips on your lower lips, the sound of his skin coming into contact with your dripping thighs, his moans and your sounds of pleasure filled the room.

You gasped when you felt a thick finger prod at your hole, pushing up into you beside his tongue. Your head snapped down to watch as he slowly pumped his finger into you, his tongue began lapping up your folds until he reached your clit, suckling on it gently.

“Daddy!” You whimpered, pushing your hips up further into his face.

He gave you a cocky grin as a second finger joined the first, stretching you out so perfectly, his fingers were so much thicker than yours, fuck you loved his fingers so much, and he knew just where to stroke to make your body sing. In such a short time he had learnt your body better than you ever had.

“My Baby wants to cum?” He asked, running his tongue over your folds again.

“Yes, please Daddy,” you pleaded.

“Daddy prefers when you’re patient Baby. But you earned it tonight,” he growled, standing up with his fingers still inside you. Your legs dropped from his shoulders as he leant over you to nibble at your ear, you felt your juices that still coating his jaw as his skin met yours.

He abandoned his slow pumps of his hand, fucking you hard and fast with his skilled fingers. You keened under him, writhing at the sudden change.

“Look outside that window Baby,” he ordered in your ear hotly. “There's still people out and about, all they have to do is look up here, and they’d see you getting fucked by my hand.”

You felt your core clench around his fingers at his words, a wave of your arousal flooding out, soaking his hand.

“You like that idea Sugar? You like the idea of some stranger seeing my fingers buried in this pussy?”

You whimpered and tried to thrust up into his hand.

“Answer the question!” He growled.

“Y-Yes Daddy!” You cried, panting hard as you felt your pleasure building.

“Yeah? You get off on the idea of someone else seeing you? Seeing what’s mine?”

He sucked a mark into your neck, hoping it would show tomorrow, his secret little claim.

“Want everyone to see you? Like some kind of common whore? You’re mine Baby, don’t you forget that.”

“T-that's what i want them to see!” You whined, racing towards the edge, hoping he wouldn’t deny you as he often did to tease. “I want them to see who-who I belong to!”

He growled in approval.

“Yeah? What else Baby?” He asked, encouraging your line of thought.

“W-want them to see...That you’re- you’re the only one who can make me cum, that you’re the only one good enough!”

“Oh Baby you sure know what to say to stroke your Daddy’s ego,” he hummed in pride. “Go on then, show them, show anyone watching how hard Daddy makes you cum.”

You were already well on your way to your pleasure when he gave you permission to cum, but he helped you along by diving down and sucking hard on your clit.

Your back arched further as you screamed out his name, your walls clenching hard over his furious fingers, as they attacked that sweet deep spot inside you on a mission.

It hurt how powerful your orgasm was, how hard his fingers fucked you through it. And as it washed over you you were ready for him to pull out, for him to let you come down from your high, but his fingers did not slow.

You mewled, sensitive and sore from your first orgasm as you felt him forcing your body towards a second one already.

“D-Daddy, too- too much!” You whined, wriggling in his grasp.

“Yeah?” he asked, his teasing tone told you he didn’t believe you, he moved his head away from your clit to look you in the eyes, speeding up his fingers. “What’s your color then?”

Your hips began thrusting up to meet his hand again.

“Color Baby?” He reminded.

“Green,” bucking up hard now into his hand to chase your fast approaching second high.

“Thought so,” he hummed, taking your nipple into his mouth through your bralette, gently sucking on it and tugging it with his teeth.

When he had soaked the fabric and thoroughly teased you he released it.

“You’re going to cum again for me, that's your reward. Daddys going to make you cum so hard your pretty little pussy will be ruined tomorrow.”

You sobbed under him, anticipating how tantalizingly sore you would be with great delight.

“Come on, be a good little girl for me and cum,” he cooed, grabbing your jaw with his free hand to make you look at him, his face only inches away from yours.

“Cum for Daddy, and I’ll fuck you right up against that window for everyone to watch.”

Your stomach flipped at the thought and your core tightened around his fingers again.

“If it weren't so damn cold out there I’d fuck you right on that balcony, so the whole of Rome can hear your screams for me.”

He brushed your clit with his thumb as the words fell from his mouth, pushing you over the edge for a second time.

“That's it Baby, cum for Daddy,” he cooed softly, lips ghosting yours. “Squeezing my fingers so tight. Can't wait till my cocks all snug up in there, my favorite, perfect little hole.”

His words made your second orgasm just as powerful as the first, you shook hard in your chair and screamed loudly until your voice was hoarse. You tried to muffle the scream with your hands which, until now, had been gripping the armrest for dear life ever since Jack removed himself from between your legs.

He was having none of that however, grabbing your wrists in his hand and pulling them away from your face to hear your screams of pleasure.

He coaxed your orgasm as long as he could, slowing his fingers but still thrusting them hard inside you. Dragging it out.

You shook from the aftershocks each time his fingers shoved up against your cervix, whimpering as your breathing struggled to return to normal and body tried to unwind.

He pulled his fingers free from you, loving how your pussy tried to suck them back inside. You mewled at the loss despite how oversensitive you were.

He held up his hand to inspect it, proudly displaying how drenched it was in your cum.

“Look at that Baby, down past the wrist...You horny little thing,” he rasped, letting you watch as he wrapped his slick coated hand around his neglected cock, pumping it slowly, you could hear the wet pass of his hand with each pump.

“Stand up,” he ordered gently, not helping you as you stood up on shaky legs, struggling to comply as your legs threatened to give out underneath you.

“Top needs to go too Honey Bee,” he instructed, watching you with predatory eyes as you raised your arms, taking the sexy little Bralette off and discarding it somewhere behind you.

“Up against the window, arms up.”

You wobbled over slowly, sighing as your body touched the cool glass.

You felt so exposed up against the glass, despite the fact there was no one currently walking about outside, and there was no light in the living area now that the TV was off, the only light source being the lights outside, lighting up the coliseum.

You could see Jack's reflection in the glass as he came up behind you, stepping out of his sweats. You could hear him still pumping his cock with you slick.

Your back arched as he ran the tip of his cock over your dripping folds, making you gasp and shudder.

“Poor Baby, still so sensitive,” he teased, pushing you against the cold glass with his free hand, making your nipples tighten painfully at the chill. You wriggled slightly as he pushed his hips forward, tip entering your hole.

“Shhhh Baby, Daddy needs his fair share too, needs to fuck your pussy,” he sighed, your tight wet heat slowly enveloped him as he slowly inched his hips forward.

“Need to make you cum. One last time.” He emphasized the statement by snapping his hips forwards, filling you up completely as his hips slapped up against your ass.

He gave your oversensetive body only a moment to adjust to the stretch before wrapping an arm around you and fucking into you hard and fast. His free arm grasped your neck, lightly choking you again as his cock hammered into you.

“Fuck, so wet baby. Your cums soaking me, dripping down Daddys balls,” he rasped into your ear.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap, filled the room as you were shoved up against the glass with each thrust.

You cried at the delicious stretch, at how he made your tender, sore hole buzz with pleasure every time he shoved himself inside, at how your body stung from the cold glass, and at the filth he rambled into your ear.

“My perfect pussy, Daddy’s pretty little princess. Think about how anyone could walk past. Could see you,” he teased, turning you on more. “Stuffed full of my cock, wouldn’t be hard, this low down, just need to turn their head a lil bit, ‘s all it would take to see you.”

You moaned at his words, tightening around him.

“Fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he whispered in awe,thrusting harder into you.

You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the delirium of being fucked by him, trying hard not to cum around him until he gave you permission.

He didn’t like it when you came without his permission.

He chuckled darkly into your ear, slowing his thrusts down to teasing rolls of the hips. “There's someone now,” he rasped, watching someone walk by further down the street, you cracked your eyes open and could see just how close they were, close enough that if you called out with the window open, they would hear.

“I don’t think they’ve spotted us. Let’s see if we can change that shall we?” He suggested with another dark laugh, letting go of your neck to grip your hips with both hands, making it much easier to thrust inside you and leaving nothing to silence your noises as he slammed into you again with the same speed as before.

You shrieked, watching with wide eyes at the passer by, hoping he did not hear.

It was annoying just how arousing the idea of this stranger catching the two of you was.

Before you could even stop yourself, you came around Jack’s cock without warning. No build up, no tensing, it hit you so suddenly you couldn’t have stopped yourself if you had tried.

He growled angrily behind you, pausing his thrusts as you squeezed him hard, as your walls fluttered and tried to milk his cock.

There was no way you could hide what you just did, it may have snuck up on you fast but he felt it. Felt you squeeze him and shake in his grasp.

“Did you just fucking cum Baby?” He snarled. “Without Daddy’s permission?”

“I’m sorry!” you sobbed. “I didn’t mean to, it happened so fast!”

“You got off to the thought of some stranger seeing you, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered pathetically, not wanting to anger him further by lying to him.

“Such a filthy little slut,” he berated, rocking back into you. “If Daddy didn’t need to cum so bad I'd punish you right now. Throw you over my knee and remind you that Daddy owns your orgasms.”

“I know Daddy! I’m sorry! So sorry!”

“I believe you Baby, but that don't change the rules. Doesn’t mean you get away without some sort of punishment.” He licked the shell of your ear, nibbling at you lightly.

“Tomorrow night, I really will destroy your pussy. I’ll hold you down and fuck you so hard, till you cum so many times you pass out, never letting up until you’re beggin me to. Daddy will choose how many times you cum, when you cum, and how hard you cum, to remind you your pleasure belongs to me.”

You sniveled, panting as your breath fogged up the glass.

“Y-Yes Daddy,” you agreed.

“Now stay still, Daddy gonna fill you up, get you nice and creamy.”

His rocks built back up to the harsh thrusts, reserving no gentleness for you as his grip would no doubt leave bruises on your hips the next day.

He growls, the steady slap of his thrusts, bumping of glass and the blood rushing in your ear was all you could hear.

And even though you had already cum three times, you could feel a fourth bubbling deep inside, warming you up.

He pounded you against the glass.

He cursed as his thrusts became frenzied, violent bucks up against your ass as he chased his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes!” He bellowed, digging his teeth into your shoulder and marking you hard. He groaned against your skin as his hot cum flooded you. You felt it fill you and warm you up, even if he didn’t let you cum again, you adored the sensation of him filling you up each time.

His thrusts slowed as you felt his seed begin to leak out around his length.

You mewled at the loss of the orgasm you knew he wouldn’t have given you anyway.

He pulled out slowly, releasing your shoulder and watching as his softening length fell from you.

Your knees buckled, but Jack was quick to catch you before you fell and scoop you up into his arms.

“There we go Baby,” he murmured, gently nosing at your temple. “Let's get you sorted.”

As usual Jack’s aftercare consisted of his soft praises as he tended to your physical needs.

He washed you, tended to your marks, dressed you back into your new pajamas, and tucked you into bed. You drifted in and out of his care, only catching a few words here and there.

“Good girl”, “Did so well,” and “So proud,” were the familiar praises you heard.

He joined you under the warm blankets when he decided you had been thoroughly cared for, pulling you close to his chest to snuggle and murmur affections at you. You nuzzled deeper into his warmth, completely boneless and spent, listening to the gentle timbre of his voice as you drifted off.

That night you dream about old castles and handsome southern princes.

credit to @talesfromtheguild for this little bit

“Hmm...” “What are you hmming about over there?” “You’d look good with a little blonde patch.” “Shut up.”

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percabethfeelsfandom · 4 years

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AU: What if Annabeth and Percy talked about the kiss in BOTL

Percy slashed Riptide through the air one, two, three times, making contact with the practice dummy each time until it was in pieces. Mrs O’Leary leapt at the remnants taking it in her mouth and running around like it was a new toy.

He sighed and set up another dummy, his shoulders burning with effort. The bright sun wasn’t helping as it kissed his exposed skin. The battle of the labyrinth had given Percy new scars but he’d healed up for the most part. The only thing that hadn’t healed was his relationship with Annabeth. Percy spun Riptide in his hands before moving through a series of defensive manoeuvres and then pretended to jab an enemy.

“I don’t think the dummies are gonna help you get any better, Seaweed Brain.”

Riptide nearly slipped from Percy’s hand as he turned to Annabeth’s voice. He forced a smile on his face as she watched him from the entrance to the training arena. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her hair pulled back in a messy braid, pieces of unruly hair framing her face in a way that was definitely not distracting to Percy.

Annabeth stepped forward, her grey eyes a storm in the making.

“Long time no see, Wise Girl,” Percy said, flipping the sword down and leaning down on its hilt.

“I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye,” he admitted. Annabeth felt her face soften as she moved closer, stepping into the partial shade while Percy stood out in the sun, basking in the light like the sun shone for him and only him.

“I had to make sure to stop by and warn you not to do anything stupid without me,” Annabeth said as she unsheathed her dagger from her side.

Percy smirked and lifted Riptide again.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” he said.

Annabeth moved first, spinning into offence, jabbing upwards with her dagger.

Percy easily moved against her, deflecting her blows, but he found himself moving backward, losing ground. Twisting his arm and sticking out his leg, he pushed forward harder, slapping the flat of his blade against Annabeth’s arm.

She made a sound of indignation, and managed to get around him, kicking the back of his knee. Percy went down, and she laughed, kicking Riptide away before he could reach for it.

“Yield,” she said, holding the tip of her blade against his chin. Percy sat up in the dirt, chest heaving as he held up his hands in surrender.

“I yield,” he replied, eyes sparkling under the bright sun. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his neck but Annabeth made it a point not to stare at it. She moved her blade and held out a hand to Percy, helping him up.

For a moment they stood in the middle of the arena, and Percy’s hand lingered in Annabeth’s. They were about the same height now, and Percy could see the moment Annabeth dropped her eyes from his to stare at their hands. And Annabeth could see the moment his eyes dropped from hers to her lips.

Annabeth swallowed, and slowly took her hand back. Percy seemed frozen in the spot, his hand still hovering in the air, waiting for Annabeth to come back.

“We should talk-” Percy started.

“I have to go-” Annabeth said.

Annabeth made a move to turn around, but Percy reached out and grabbed her hand again.

“Wait, Wise Girl.”

“What is there to talk about Percy?” She said, but she didn’t snatch her hand back. Percy held it carefully, scared that she’d run away from him again and thought about his next words carefully.

“In the Labyrinth. Back at…,” Percy cleared his throat, suddenly nervous, his tongue felt thick in his mouth as he tried to speak, “At Mount St Helens, when you uh-”

“What I kissed you?” Annabeth’s face was burning, “What about it?” She didn’t know why but a flush of anger swelled in her belly. Why on earth was he bringing this up now?

“I just- I wanted to know why,” Percy stuttered, he loosened his hold on her hand, wondering if he’d made the wrong decision to bring it up. Whatever he’d been expecting, it hadn’t been anger.

“Seriously?” Annabeth cried. She pulled completely out of Percy’s hold and threw her hands up in the air.

“You can’t think of a single reason why?”

“I mean, I can but-”

“But what Percy, you want me to spell it out for you?” Red seemed to flash in front of Annabeth’s eyes as Percy dropped his arms to his side.

“You were going to die. I thought you were going to die. And you should’ve. No demigod should’ve survived that explosion. And I thought,” Annabeth hiccuped, a sob forming in her throat, “I thought, if you were going to die, and the prophecy said...I couldn’t leave you without doing that, at least once.”

“Annabeth I-” Percy furrowed his eyebrows wanting to reach out to her but Annabeth had wrapped her arms around herself like she was cold and began walking away.

Percy nearly tripped over his feet as he chased after her. It felt like his heart was making his legs heavier, slowing his pace as he tried to catch up.

“Annabeth!” Percy cried as she stood on the hill. Annabeth spun around, more hair falling from her braid, creating a blond halo around her head.

“What Percy? Just leave it okay? We can just forget about it, okay? Pretend it never happened.”

Percy felt his heart sink further.

“You’re not dead, you’re perfectly fine and you’re gonna save the world next year so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Annabeth’s words stung, hitting him deeper and deeper in the gut, more painful than a pit scorpion sting.

Percy struggled to come up with something to say, he had never been so lost for words with Annabeth, it had always been so easy with her. Why was everything so complicated all of a sudden?

“I don’t want to forget about it….I don’t think I can really,” he finally said.

“Then what?” Annabeth asked, her voice suddenly exhausted, and Percy could see the fatigue in her eyes, constantly hidden with a mask of determination that she put on everyday.

“I want to say I’m sorry.”

Annabeth felt her heart skip, but she clenched her fists to force herself not to react.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because you’re hurting and I know I’m part of the reason.”

Percy stepped closer, until he was just an arms length away. He didn’t dare move any closer just in case, but Annabeth stayed.

“I have to go,” she said softly, and touched her hand to Percy’s arm in goodbye.

“I’m scared too, okay!” Percy cried.

Annabeth froze in the spot.

“I’m scared too, and it’s okay that you’re scared. But don’t push me away because of it. I’m not going anywhere, even if you want me to, I’m not leaving. And I’m not leaving you.”

“I never said I was scared,” Annabeth snapped, moving backward so quickly she almost tripped.

Percy moved forward quickly, catching her arm and helping her up.

“You didn’t have to,” he said his voice soft as he slowly wrapped his arms around her. Without meaning to, Annabeth felt her entire body relax, letting herself get enveloped with Percy’s familiar presence.

“I’m not leaving you, we’re gonna get through this, just like we did every other time. Together,” he said, his voice partially muffled as he tucked his head into Annabeth’s shoulder.

But it didn’t matter how soft his voice was.

Annabeth heard him.

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years

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“Mr. Rhodey, I’m telling you! It’s fact, hotdogs are tacos!”

Rhodey rolled his eyes and Tony laughed.

Peter’s ridiculous arguments were nothing he wasn’t used to, and he loved listening to his kid ramble.

Peter leaned against his side. “When will the food be here? I’m starving!”

Tony frowned and worriedly felt his forehead. “Didn’t you get enough to eat at lunch? Petey, you need to eat-”

“Mr. Stark, I’m fiiiiiiiiine! I just need food! Stop worrying!” Peter interrupted.

Tony didn’t look any less worried. His “Peter Alarm” as many called it, had been ringing in the back of his head all day.

“You’re such a mother-hen, Tones,” Rhodey muttered. Tony snorted, but didn’t deny it. He was.

He got up from the booth. Call him overprotective, but Peter was hungry, and needed food.

They were the only ones at the restaurant, (Tony had made sure of that) except for their server, an elderly woman with waves of gray hair.

Why was the food taking so long?

Tony walked to the counter. No one was there.

Suddenly he knew. Something was wrong.

He spun around to see Peter, standing up and looking at him with a scared expression. Tony had just enough time to yell, “Peter!! Get down!” before the roof caved in, lighting the room in a golden red explosion.

He hit the ground hard, blacking out.

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Rhodey came to with a gasp. His head was throbbing. Small cuts covered his arms. He could hear shouting, screaming, and sirens wailing in the distance. Small fires crackled around him.

Explosion.

Shit

He didn’t know what had caused it, a faulty gas pipe or some vengeance-seeking criminal. Whatever it had been, the threat was gone for now.

He knew there was something else. What was he forgetting? “Snap out of it, Rhodes,” he whispered.

Tony and Peter.

“Oh Lord!”

He bolted up. The kid had been closest to him. Rhodey remembered Peter jumping across the table, in front of him.

Peter must have taken the worst of the explosion.

And at what cost?

“Kid!” he shouted. He scrambled across the wreckage, easily spotting Peter’s red sweatshirt. “Peter!”

He knelt next to his small body, frantically feeling for a pulse. “Oh, thank god.” His heartbeat was slow but steady.

“C’mon kid. Wake up.” Rhodey lifted Peter’s eyelid, checking his pupil.

As far as he could tell, it had to be a concussion. A bad one.

His best bet was trying to wake the kid up. He carefully rolled Peter on his side, tapping his cheek.

“Kid. C’mon, kid, wake up. Tony’s gonna kill me if he finds you like this.”

Assuming Tony was alive in any shape to kill his best friend.

“Peter! Wake up, kid. Tony’s gonna freak if he sees you. C’mon.”

To his surprise, Peter blinked slowly, cracking his eyes open. “Dad?”

Rhodey winced. “No, kid. It’s me, Rhodey.”

Peter groaned blearily. “Want… wan’ Dad.”

“I know you do, kid, we’ll find him,” Rhodey tried to reassure.

The boy muttered something he couldn’t understand, frowning loopily. “Dad. Dad. Wan’ him.”

“Peter, I’m gonna get your dad, okay?”

Where the hell was Tony? He hoped he was okay.

“Dad? Dad… it hur’s. Hur’s.”

“Your head? Peter, does your head hurt?”

The boy didn’t register his words, just blinked wearily. “‘M tired.”

“No! No, kid, you can’t sleep! Stay awake, hear?” Rhodey tapped his cheek again. “C’mon. Stay awake. I’ll get your dad if you stay awake, kid.”

Luckily, Peter seemed to want Tony more than sleep. He blinked his big brown eyes open. “Dad.”

“That’s right kid.” Rhodey turned around. “Tony! Tones! Get you ass over here! It’s Peter!”

Rhodey heard coughing and shifting, nearly ten meters away. “Tones? Get over here! Peter needs you!”

Groaning at first, and more shifting. “Pete?” came Tony’s confused, worried voice. “Peter?”

“Tony! He’s here, I got him!” He turned back to Peter, who, thankfully, was still awake, staring up at him with half open eyes. “Tones!”

“Peter! Pete!” Tony screamed, staggering to his feet. He ran over as best he could. “Petey! What- what’d you do?!” he slurred, glaring at Rhodey.

Tony knelt next to Peter, frantically feeling for any injuries. “Petey. Oh, Petey,” he whispered, over and over. “Baby.”

“He’s got a pretty bad concussion, Tones. I don’t know if he’ll recognize you.”

Tony didn’t seem to hear him.

“Dad?” Peter muttered, finally noticing Tony.

“Petey. Petey. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Does anything hurt? Anything at all?” Tony asked frantically, looking more awake every minute.

“Mmm. Head. Hur’s,” he whispered.

Tony went even paler, looking terrified. “Petey. Oh, sweetheart. I got you, Dad’s here. Oh Pete.” He kissed Peter’s forehead. “I got you, baby. I’m here. Dad’s here.”

Tony clutched Peter’s hand tightly in his, stroking his soft curls, kissing his cheek. Tears were running down his face.

Rhodey could hear him humming softly, sounding absolutely wrecked, but trying desperately to keep it together for his kid’s sake.

Rhodey searched through the wreckage for Tony’s phone. Of course, the one time Tony didn’t bring the suit, disaster struck.

Hurriedly he called Helen Cho, trying his best to describe Peter’s various injuries. She assured him that she was on her way. He then joined Tony.

“Tones? Peter’s gonna be okay, you know. There’s nothing too major.”

Tony’s eyes hadn’t left Peter’s face.The boy stared vacantly into space, completely out of it. Tony stroked his cheek gently.

“He has to be okay, Rhodey. I need him,” he whispered dully.

“He will be okay, man. He’s just got a bad concussion. He’ll be springing out of bed before you know it,” Rhodey assured, setting a hand on his shoulder

“Rhodey. I love him so much. So much. I- I can’t lose him. I need my kid. I need him.”

“I know, Tony. Peter knows that too.” He looked at the kid, who still stared blankly.

Tony bit his trembling lip, ignoring his tears. “He- he looks like he’s gone.”

Rhodey shook his head. “No, Tony. He’s right here. He’s alive, he’s breathing. Maybe he’s listening to everything we say.” He took the man’s hand and rested it on Peter’s pulse point.

“See? He’s gonna be fine, man.”

Tony felt the steady thump of his baby’s heartbeat. And suddenly, sob after sob rattled his chest. “Peter, Peter, PeterPeterPeter. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. I love you so much. So so much.”

It felt like hours as tears streamed down his cheeks. As he repeated, over and over and over, how much he loved his baby.

More than anything.

Peter was his world, his everything

He loved him more than it seemed possible

His kid

His baby

His Peter

~~~~~

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 3 years

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Prompt: time travel

oooh this one is fun! I hope you enjoy what I cooked up :)

(I’m accepting prompts to celebrate 300 followers! submit something if you want!)

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Lyman Jones, Dec. 14, 1942-March 25, 1986, the gravestone read, with no epithet or anything else underneath it. It was a routine salt-n-burn, the kind of thing Dean could practically do in his sleep. It was even easier with Cas helping--even without his angel mojo, Cas was strong, and if Dean took a couple of longer-than-necessary glances at Cas’ arms as he dug, well...that was his business.

“We should be done with this in less than an hour,” Dean said, sighing with relief before climbing out of the half-dug grave to grab his water bottle. Cas followed suit and they both stared up at the clear night sky before leaning back against poor Lyman’s gravestone.

Dean felt a curious tugging in his midsection, and glanced over at Cas to see Cas grabbing Dean’s wrist before everything went dark.

*******

Dean came to some indeterminate amount of time later, sprawled out on the ground with Cas on top of him. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Cas rolled off of him.

“Where are we?” Dean asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “And what happened?”

“Some sort of spell, I’m guessing,” Cas said, looking around. “I think we’re still in the graveyard--those trees over there have the same Y shape.”

“But Lyman’s gravestone is gone.”

“Which means...” Cas pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to Dean. “No service. I think we’ve time traveled.”

“Well, shit. What are we supposed to do?” Dean stood up and stretched, looking in the direction of the cemetery’s parking lot. “The Impala is gone!”

“Well, it probably wasn’t here in...whatever year we’re in. Come on.” Before Dean could protest, Cas was grabbing him by the wrist again and dragging him off.

Much of the area around the graveyard looked similar, if a little older. At the first open shop they got to, a diner, Cas went inside and talked to the lady at the counter before coming out clutching a newspaper.

March 24, 1986.

“Isn’t this the day before that Lyman guy died?” Dean asked.

“Yes. Which makes me think we were sent here for a reason. But why?” Cas tilted his head as he looked up at the sky as if it would get him answers.

Dean stared at the newspaper in Cas’ hands. “Hey, Cas, why did Lyman die, again?”

“The police record said it was a drunk driving accident, that he hit a telephone pole.”

“Gimme that.” Dean took the newspaper out of Cas’ hand and leafed through it. “Here, the obits.” He pointed at a picture of a young girl. The obituary read:

Helen Jones passed away from leukemia on March 20th. She was a student at Xavier Elementary School and attended St. Luke’s Catholic Church. She is survived by her father, Lyman Jones.

“I think Lyman was distraught about his daughter’s death and got trashed,” Dean said.

“Maybe his soul is still in distress because of the circumstances of his death.”

“Yeah, dude probably had major regrets.” Dean turned to the diner. “Come with me.”

“What are we doing?” Cas asked.

“Well, I was alive in the eighties, you weren't. Well, I mean--you were, but you weren’t down here. If you want to call someone, they’re always in the phone book.” Dean pointed at his pocket. “No cell phones.”

Cas followed Dean into the diner, where they asked the same lady Cas had talked to if they could see a phone book. Dean flipped to the Js and ran his finger down the page until he found Lyman Jones, 408-524-7831.

“Can you remember that?” Dean asked Cas. One of them could have typed it into the notes app on their phone, but he didn’t want to freak anyone out. Cas nodded. Dean flipped through the book again--he had an idea of what they could say when they called Lyman. “Memorize this one, too,” Dean said, reading the number out to Cas.

They thanked the woman at the diner and found a payphone a couple of blocks away. Luckily, Dean’s wallet was still in his pocket and it had some quarters in it, so he slid them into the receiver and waited. Lyman’s answering machine picked up.

“Hi Mr. Jones, it’s....Dean Smith with Helping Hands Grief Counseling. We just wanted to extend our services to you. If you’re interested in setting up an appointment, you can contact us at 408-563-9812. Have a nice day!” Dean hung up the receiver to catch Cas staring at him. “What?” Dean said. “Maybe dude will get a handle on his grief instead of getting fucking wasted and dying.”

“Maybe you should take the advice you gave him,” Cas replied, tilting his head and smiling sadly.

“I--Cas--c’mon,” Dean sputtered, turning and marching back in the direction of the graveyard. “I want to go back to our decade.”

When they got back to the graveyard, there was a man standing at a gravestone a few yards away from the empty plot where Lyman Jones’ grave was supposed to be. As Dean and Cas walked behind him, Dean caught a glimpse of the name on the stone.

Helen Jones, April 11, 1975--March 20, 1986.

So this was Lyman Jones.

The man--Lyman--stooped to set the bouquet of yellow flowers he was holding on the grave, and then turned around and nearly ran face-first into Dean. Lyman’s face was riddled with tear tracks.

“Sorry,” Dean said hurriedly. “Are you alright?”

Lyman smiled at him weakly. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Dean glanced down at the flowers on the little girl’s grave, and then back up at Lyman, before making a split-second decision. “I hope this isn’t too...forward,” Dean said, “But when I was a kid, my mom died. And I spent a long time trying to do...a lot of things that weren’t great to get rid of that pain. I’ve learned recently it’s better to try and work your way through it.”

“Thank you,” Lyman said, looking surprisingly not angry. “I hope you have a nice day.”

When Dean turned around, Cas was staring at him in that peculiar way again. “Shut up,” Dean said.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to, though.” Dean frowned. “How do you think we get home?”

They tried standing over Lyman’s future (past?) grave, touching Helen’s gravestone, and a whole host of other things before Dean collapsed onto the grass, groaning. It was starting to get dark and cold, like it had been when Dean and Cas were digging up the grave in their own time.

“I have an idea,” Cas said.

“Hit me,” Dean said, blinking up at him.

“If Lyman’s soul regretted the way it died and we helped him get rid of those regrets by preventing his death, maybe we need to make sure we don’t have any regrets.”

“Hm.” Dean knew what his biggest regret was these days--never telling Cas how he felt--but he wasn’t gonna admit that.

Or was he?

“I can go first,” Cas continued. “If that would make you more comfortable.”

What would make Dean more comfortable would be never spilling his guts to Cas, but Dean nodded.

“I--” Cas started, and then cut himself off before kneeling on the ground next to Dean and bending over. Before Dean could process what, exactly, was happening, Cas was pressing his lips against Dean’s, kissing him, and Dean was kissing him back, and--

“Oof!” Dean exclaimed as his back slammed into the ground. Cas fell on top of him, once again, and Dean pushed him off, scrambling up to look around. There was the Impala. There was Helen’s grave, but Lyman’s was gone. There were the same Y-shaped trees.

And Cas, at his feet, staring at him.

“We had the same regret, didn’t we?” Cas said in wonder.

“I, uh...I guess so. C’mon.” Dean pulled Cas up by the hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

And if, when they got back to the car, they ended up making out before heading back to the motel, well...that was his and Cas’ business.

#long post #destiel #spn #ficlet #time travel #offbeatwrites

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - some badass demigod training!!

Hello, and welcome back to...my horrible explanation for being absent! Coming up on this episode, you'll see me explain that I had my first 2 lacrosse games of the season and was left with bruised ribs. If anyone ever says that women's lax isn't a real sport cuz there isn't contact, you can tell them that someone from a fanfic website said they had bruised ribs from playing.

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. We're starting to get some actual plot movement I think so have fun with that. Honestly, I kinda forgot what happened in here so...yeah. Please comment, like, follow, and reblog! Stay safe & happy reading!

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Percy and Annabeth woke up to the sound of a startled shout. Frank's startled shout, to be specific. They both shot up right away, their battle instincts kicking in, but Frank had seen enough.

"Seriously guys!? Again?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing happened!" Annabeth reassured, "We just fell asleep!"

"We did kiss a little," Percy muttered, and Annabeth shot him a death glare.

"Not. Helping," she whispered scathingly.

A sense of complete déjà vu washed over Percy. Except this time, the rest of the Seven were standing in the doorway, watching on with various amused expressions on their faces.

"Oh, this is perfect. Coach Hedge is gonna love this," Leo smiled in maniacal glee.

"No, Leo," Piper ordered, "You're not going to do that. Instead, we are going to get this meeting over with so I can get some sleep."

"Aw...you ruin all my fun!" he exclaimed.

"Someone's gotta do it when Calypso isn't here," Piper said.

It was true. Calypso and Piper are probably the only ones who could actually control Leo. Calypso because of Leo's fear of losing her or just general fear of her, and Piper because of her charmspeak.

"Ok! That's enough. We're getting sidetracked. We need to start this meeting." Jason clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

He gave Percy a meaningful look; one which said to 'take it from here.' So Percy did.

"Um, well, Annabeth and I wanted to talk to you guys about what's been going on. We need to come to an agreement on what we are allowed to say and do with the Avengers. I don't think we should show them the full extent of our powers because it seemed like those spies were looking for a reason to lock us up," he started, "And I'm not particularly fond of being put in a cell. How about you?"

"Yeah. And we need to figure out a way to deal with the bombings without them figuring us out. The mortals seemed pretty Hades-bent on releasing the big secret, and that never bodes well for people like us. I know that we need their help, but I don't trust them." Annabeth said.

"We can just say we were born with the powers, and have no idea why. I mean, it's technically true," Jason offered.

The others all nodded in agreement.

"Ok, now what about the pattern? What is it?" Piper asked.

"All of the places are big parts of the Greek and Roman world. Brooklyn Bridge is near Manhattan, the home of the Gods, Portland: Mt. St. Helens, where Typon used to be held, LA: entrance to Hades, Long Island: Camp Half-blood, and San Francisco: Camp Jupiter," Annabeth answered.

"Woah," Jason whispered, shocked.

"Yeah, but that's not our biggest concern. We also need to figure out how to hide our identities from the world while we're fighting with the Avengers," Annabeth said.

Everyone else there hadn't even thought of that. It comes in real handy to have a daughter of Athena around sometimes. Ok, not sometimes, all the time. All of them would be really dead without her quick thinking and planning.

"Um, I could try to see if the Aphrodite cabin could cook something up?" Piper suggested, "But most of them are still getting used to fighting, so they won't really know what to make. They need help with the designs."

Leo shot up from where he had slumped down into the desk chair, "I can help! Well, the Hephaestus cabin can. We can help design it so it's battle-ready."

"Good. We'll need those soon, I think. I have a feeling that we're going to have a lead soon, so we need to be ready when it comes. This is just one quest, so there is no need for people to think we're some kind of superheroes," Annabeth said.

"Aw! But I already had a name picked out!" Leo exclaimed.

He looked like he was about to let them in on his superhero name, but Annabeth held up a hand with a glare that clearly said to not speak unless he wanted to lose some very important parts of him. That kept him quiet, for sure.

"Is that all?" Frank asked, towering over them all.

"For now, yes. Remember, say the absolute minimum and stick to twisting the truth. If you reveal any new information without the others knowing, call a meeting to let us know," Annabeth confirmed, nodding her head.

"Great, now I can go back to sleep," Percy said, pulling Annabeth back down with him.

The others filed out soon after that, already hearing Percy's soft snores as they left and returned to their respective rooms. Ok, so Jason and Piper stayed in the same room like Percy and Annabeth did, but nothing happened. It was just nice to be in the arms of someone who cares about you, you know?

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"Up and at 'em, kiddos! It's training day!" Tony gleefully exclaimed over the speakers that Percy was absolutely sure he did not see in his room.

Percy groaned when he saw what time it was: 6:00 AM. He knew he wasn't allowed to (and that it was wrong, of course), but he wanted to kill Tony so badly in that moment. It would be quick! Nobody would suffer!

But, alas, he had to actually work with the man-child. It might not come off like it, but Percy takes war very seriously, and this was starting to feel like a war. Or at least, it would become one if they didn't stop it soon. And to do that, they needed the Avengers, apparently.

That was the only reason that he followed Annabeth in getting up and ready for the day. He took a little longer than Annabeth, but at 6:30 AM, they were stepping out of his room. They saw that the others were slowly doing the same. They were all tired. There weren't any big dream incidents, but that doesn't mean that staying up until midnight and then waking up at six in the morning won't do something to you. Even Leo looked exhausted, with big puffy eyes from rubbing them in an attempt to wake himself up quicker. If Leo Valdez was tired, then you knew that it was too early for this.

Also, you have to remember that they'reteenagers. Teenagers aren't meant to be up super early- it's a scientific fact, Percy thinks. Annabeth once told him something about their melatonin not releasing until later at night, so they could stay up and sleep in later.

What? Percy pays attention to what she's saying sometimes.

"I hate Tony," Piper grumbled, practically falling asleep on Jason.

"You and us all, chica," Leo mumbled before letting out a huge yawn.

"What did he say was going on? Training?" Jason asked, looking over at Annabeth for answers because she seemed the most awake of the group.

"Yep. Training, whatever that entails. I don't know, so be prepared for anything. I really hope it has nothing to do with electronics, but knowing our luck, and how Tony has been so far, it will, so just try not to get too close," she answered.

Leo tiredly saluted her, "Yes, ma'm."

Hazel rolled her eyes, "Come on, Repair Boy."

She grabbed his arm and started leading the way towards the living room, which was their best guess at where the Avengers were.

As they were walking, they were interrupted by the disembodied voice of JARVIS, "Excuse me, but I was told to direct you to the training room, where the Avengers are currently assembled and waiting for you. Shall I proceed?"

All of the demigods were still really weirded-out by the AI, and there was no way it was ending soon. It's just a reminder that they were currently in a building basically composed entirely of technology, one of their greatest liabilities. Liabilities were a dangerous thing in their lives.

"Yes..." Percy answered hesitantly, unsure where to look.

"Then please follow the arrows projected on the ground, sir," JARVIS said.

Sure enough, there were large white arrows pointing them away from the living room, so they followed them. It was about a two minute walk to the elevators, where they were told to go to the 60th floor, which was apparently one whole training room by itself.

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"So let me get this straight, you guys want us to...play a video game?" Frank asked, gesturing to the giant room around them.

The Seven were quickly ushered by the Avengers into a big room with a bunch of white, padded tiles all around them as soon as they had reached the training floor. There was only a viewing window and an exit that disappeared when the door was closed. Then, Tony explained what they were going to be doing. None of them really understood it yet.

"No! I want you to fight the LMDs! The robots! They will simulate different levels of skill to evaluate your skills. Understand?" Tony punctuated each word, quickly losing any sense of patience he had started with.

"Yeah. We got it," Annabeth sighed.

Ok, she was sure she was the only one of them who realized that they were about to break one of the rules they established last night on the first day. They were about to fight robots. TECHNOLOGY.

This should go well, Annabeth thought.

Steve interrupted before Tony could make a snarky comment, "Good. We'll start with fighting separately and then together as a group. Afterwards, we'll see how you work with different weapons."

"Aye aye, Cap," Leo joked.

"Leo, focus. We're about to fight ROBOTS." Annabeth tried to get the son of Hephaestus to understand the severity of the situation. "You have a back-up plan, right?"

He could talk to machines. Robots were machines. Therefore, he should be able to get them out of this mess if anything went wrong.

He gave her a nod of understanding, and Annabeth settled back into her natural stance rather than her tense one. Well, she's always tensed for battle. At least in her natural one it's less obvious.

"Alright, who wants to go first?" Tony asked over the intercom.

"Uncle Leo will go first, right?" Percy joked, referencing to one of Leo's favorite nicknames for himself.

"Sure! I just need to know how much damage I'm allowed to do," Leo said, looking up at the Avengers.

Annabeth was shocked that he had even thought to ask that, and apparently the Avengers were, too.

"Um, just let go. There's nothing you can do to break this room. I designed it myself," Tony answered, still arrogant even through his confusion.

"Come on out, the rest of you," Natasha instructed.

Once the rest of the demigods had exited the room and stood next to the Avengers at the viewing window, Tony pressed a button on a screen that made a compartment in the walls of the room open up, revealing a row of floating LMDs.

"Now, I'm going to start you at Level 2, okay? It gets harder as you move up. The LMDs should stay the same form throughout every level, though. Ready?" Tony said.

Leo pulled his war hammer from his magical toolbelt and lit it and his arms on fire, "Ready."

Tony had to shake himself out of his shock before he pressed the start button, but when he did, every one of the mortal heroes had sat on the edge of their metaphorical seats, eager to see just how powerful these kids could be.

Plus, the kid had just pulled a giant war hammer from his normally-sized toolbelt, and then proceeded to light himself and the hammer on fire. They were bound to be curious after that display.

They knew the very basics of the young heroes' abilities, but most of that stuff was based on just what they had been told. Actual, visible proof is what they wanted.

All at once, the LMDs transformed into the Avengers minus the Hulk. Repeat, they changed into the Avengers. Leo had to fight a copy of the Avengers, alone.

Percy was freaking out inside. Sure, he trusted his friend, but Leo was a joker, and he tended to not understand how serious things were. In this case, he hoped that didn't happen.

"This should be interesting," Natasha remarked.

"No, this should be terrible. Tony, you never told me you were using this setting," Bruce said, rushing up to the other scientist, "He's just a kid."

"I think they've made it clear they aren't just kids, Jolly Green. It's fine. If they wanted to be treated like the rest of us, then they need to pass this test," Tony said.

Bruce looked like he wanted to say a lot more, but Jason stepped up to stop him, "He'll be fine, Dr. Banner. Leo may not look it, but he's powerful and he's smart. He can handle this."

Jason looked so sure of himself that it was enough to convince the doctor that it would be okay.

In truth, Jason had no idea how this program worked. There was a good chance that Leo did not, in fact, have this handled.

While this was being discussed, Leo had already started to fight the Iron Man LMD. He was currently alternating between swinging his hammer at it and firing balls of fire. The LMD had only been hit a couple of times because it kept maneuvering around the attacks by flying away.

It was getting tiresome, and Leo wanted it to be over with. So, he dropped his hammer and set a determined look on his face, glaring up at the robot.

The Seven were grinning, already figuring out what was happening, while the Avengers were just plain confused. What was the kid gonna do? Glare them to death?

Then, Leo started grinning and they knew it was all over.

He crouched down onto the ground and placed a hand on the floor, closing his eyes in concentration. The LMDs seemed to be as confused as their originals.

Three seconds passed before Leo's grin grew even more, and then he spoke a single word, "Stop."

And they did. Every single LMD lost their form and fell to the ground, limp and unmoving. Leo stood up, dusted his pants off, and turned to the viewing window to see his teammate's reactions.

They were priceless.

"That's how you do it," he said, "Am I done?"

Tony literally shook himself out of his stupor, "Yeah, sure. I need to reboot the LMDs."

When Leo came through the door, the rest of the demigods crowded him, patting him on the back and laughing at his dramatics.

"What was that?" Natasha demanded, breaking through the teens to tower over Leo's elf-like form.

Okay, maybe tower isn't the right word. She was taller than him, but not by much. Natasha was just very intimidating.

"Uh...fighting?" Leo tried.

Natasha's glare hardened, "You know that's not what I mean. What did you do to make the LMDs stop attacking?"

Leo glanced at Annabeth, who nodded in consent, "I talked to them."

"You did what?!" Tony exclaimed.

"I talked to them. They were pretty boring, to be honest, but I was able to shut them down," he answered.

Tony let out an incredulous laugh, "That's not possible! You can't just TALK to machines!"

"He can, and he did," Piper said, smiling proudly at her best friend.

"But–" Tony's voice died out.

"How come you never told us of this ability?" Natasha asked.

"You never asked," Percy answered simply, not liking her interrogatory tone at all.

The spy looked like she wanted to continue the conversation, but Clint whispered something in her ear and she stepped back with one last glare.

"Welp! That was fun! Who's next?" Tony clapped his hands.

Everyone turned to see that he had gotten the LMDs back online and back in the Avengers' form.

Piper sighed and started to walk to the door, "I guess I'll go next."

Before she could enter, Steve asked, "What weapon are you going to use? Your powers won't work on the robots."

Piper smirked at him over her shoulder before pulling Katoptris from its sheath on her thigh. Apparently, the Avengers had yet to fully break through the Mist, and they could not see her having that strapped there this entire time. But when she pulled it out, they seemed to finally be able to see it for what it truly was. It makes you wonder what they thought was there before. A ruler, maybe?

"I've got this," she stated before slipping into the training room.

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It was obvious Piper had been taking more lessons on dagger-fighting with Annabeth. As soon as the first person attacked, she was slashing and stabbing like crazy. Her lithe form was swisting out of the way of punches from Steve's copy, while Clint's arrows were shooting at her from behind.

Tony had clearly upped the level of difficulty after seeing what Leo could do.

Piper ducked under one of the arrows, and then shot back up to land a finishing blow to the center of LMD-Steve's chest. Then, she ripped Katoptris out of the robot and turned to throw it at Clint's copy, which just barely managed to avoid getting stabbed.

She was running on pure adrenaline now. It was best to imagine these opponents as monsters. Sure, when they actually fought humans, they would need to not kill, but these were just robots.

Cilnt's robot shot it's last arrow, and it exploded right before her face, stunning her into stillness. In that couple of seconds it took for her to recenter herself, Natasha's copy jumped onto her back for a chokehold. Piper struggled, but the LMD had been designed to know all of Natasha's known skills, and it was working. The Iron Man LMD landed and shot a stunning shot at her chest: the final straw for Piper to finally surrender.

She knew they wouldn't kill her, but she was not in the mood to be knocked-out. It left you with a massive headache.

So she tapped out.

"Ok ok, I'm done. I'm done," She panted as she was released, rubbing her neck.

Piper was not happy about having to surrender, but it seemed like the Avengers had been thoroughly impressed with her skill with such a small weapon.

"I'll do next," Annabeth declared, high-fiving Piper on her way out.

"Good luck," Piper said.

"Don't need it," Annabeth responded, pulling out her drakon-bone sword.

Out in the control room, Tony said, "Is that a bone?!"

"It's whatever you want it to be," Hazel grinned, manipulating the Mist just a bit.

"You scare me sometimes, Miss Metal Detector," Leo muttered, glancing at Annabeth's sword, which had shifted into a machete.

He wasn't sure whether to be impressed by Hazel's skill, or weirded-out by Tony's brain.

"Make sure to move to difficulty up a bit," Percy told Tony, "She'll be insulted otherwise."

The billionaire seemed to be getting used to the teens' weird ways because he didn't even flinch when he heard that, and instead moved to comply.

"And...here we go," Tony said over the intercom, "Good luck, Annie."

"My name is Annabeth!" she shouted before going into the fight.

In this level, every single one of them attacked at once. Annabeth back-bended under Steve's copy's punch, and then kicked up into LMD-Natasha's face. After, she turned and sliced the Iron Man armor on the side, just under the armpit. She had picked that as a point of weakness before she had even stepped into the building.

"She's good," Natasha relented, watching as the daughter of Athena thrusted her sword into Steve's robot foot.

Seeing that Clint's LMD copy was not going to get any closer to her, Annabeth pulled out a hidden dagger and threw it in a perfect line to hit it in the center of its forehead. Then, she turned and blocked a punch from Natasha's robot, who had recovered from the face-hit. The spy copy used the Iron Man LMD to jump up and wrap her legs around Annabeth's neck, trying to do a scissor hold, which failed because Annabeth rolled forward, slamming Natasha's head into the ground. The left a big enough dent that the LMD wasn't getting back up.

That only left Iron Man to deal with.

She settled into a fighting stance, but didn't attack, choosing to wait for her opponent to make the first blow.

Percy was grinning. This was what they needed: a good way to blow off steam without it possibly ending with one of them dead.

"What is she waiting for?" Steve asked.

"She's playing with it. It's fun for her," Jason answered, "It's Annabeth."

Finally, the robot got impatient and attacked. It sent a stun blast at her, which Annabeth quickly avoided. After, she ran up to the wall, kicked off of it, and jumped up to drag the Iron Man LMD down to the ground, where she sat down on it and landed a few punches. But she quickly realized punching wasn't doing much good.

"Judo flip! Do the judo flip!" Leo exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.

When it wasn't him being the one attacked by Annabeth, it was super entertaining.

Annabeth sighed, but a smile was pulling at the edges of her lips. She hauled Iron Man up, who was still recovering from being slammed down to the ground, and got a good hold on it's arm. Then, she flipped it over her shoulder with an ease that only came from years of experience.

With a huge smile on her lips, and a last glance at her carnage, Annabeth walked back out to the control room.

"How was that for a kid?" She asked Natasha.

"Not bad," she got for an answer.

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Jason, Hazel, and Frank's individual tests went-by pretty quickly. Jason electrocuted all of the robots, rendering them immobile.

After that, and with another new batch of LMDs, Hazel used her Spatha to slice and cut through the robots. In the end, it proved too hard for her to do it with just a sword, so she pulled a chunk of the wall out and smashed it against the LMDs until they were in many different pieces.

Frank ended up having to forfeit, but not before getting every single Avengers copy but Steve down. Steve ended up having him in a chokehold that was just too difficult to get out of. And Frank had already transformed into many animals, so he wasn't sure if he could've changed back if he had transformed again.

If it wasn't obvious, Percy was avoiding doing his turn. He was trying to stay in the corner, and out of the notice of any of the adults. However, that wasn't possible with two spies in the room. They notice everything.

"Percy? Your turn," Natasha said.

So much for that plan.

Percy hesitated, "Um...about that, I don't think I should go."

Natasha raised her eyebrows in mock-surprise, but it was actually Steve who spoke, "You have to go, son. In order to work well together, we need to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. This will never work without you doing this."

"Plus, we promise it's completely safe," Bruce added in.

Percy sighed, admitting that he wasn't going to be able to worm his way out of this one. Instead of fighting, he turned to whisper to Annabeth, "Don't let me get out of control."

Annabeth gave him a sad look, "Percy, I know you have control. I trust you. You just need to trust yourself. You would never hurt us. I know that for certain."

The Avengers were watching this interaction like hawks, but the other demigods were averting their attention. This happened sometimes, Percy and Annabeth going into their own world that only they could understand, and it was best to just let them be. Plus, privacy is a real thing people. The moment seemed almost too intimate for them to interrupt.

Percy still seemed to be having trouble believing Annabeth's statements, but he went into the training room without another protest. His shoulders were sagging in defeat, and he seemed to be folding in on himself. He was never one for attention, but that was a bit much in Leo's mind.

However, Leo and the rest of the Seven didn't have a full grasp on just how uncomfortable Percy as with using his powers now. They didn't know what happened in "that place."

"Are you ready, Percy?" Tony asked, readying the LMDs again.

"Yeah, I guess," Percy answered.

Annabeth was rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, "Just breathe, Perce," she whispered under her breath, "You can do this."

She had to put on a brave face for her boyfriend, but she truly was terrified of Percy's potential. She had seen it first-hand in their trip underground, and it was nothing to be underestimated. The Avengers didn't know what powers they were playing with here. She only hoped that her insistent trust she was putting in Percy was going to amount to truth.

"We'll start you on Level 5? Based on what your friends can do, I think this will be a good start," Steve asked.

"Sure," Percy responded, bringing Riptide from his pocket.

"What's he going to do with a pen?" Bruce whispered to Clint.

The Seven all smiled at each other. Little did the mortals know, that pen was definitely not just a pen. It was always amusing when people saw what Riptide truly was for the first time.

"Alright. Here we go," Tony said, starting the simulation.

Percy closed his eyes, inhaled, exhaled, and popped the cap off of his pen. Opening his eyes, you could tell something had shifted in him. He was in his natural element now, and nobody could stop him from achieving his goal.

That goal just so happened to be mutilating some billionaire's robots.

"Let's have some fun," Percy said, charging the first LMD.

He was a flurry of motion. His fighting style was a mix from Greek, Roman, and modern martial arts that he had learned from Annabeth. He'd kick one adversary just to turn and thrust his sword into another one trying to attack him from behind.

"He's amazing," Bruce said in wonder, mesmerized by Percy's skill.

The son of Poseidon was relying only on his hand-to-hand and swordsmanship skills, rather than his powers, but that barely slowed him down. If the mortals wanted a display of his competence, then he would give them one.

Annabeth had a proud smile on her face as she watched Percy judo flip Natasha's robot over his shoulder and slammed it hard enough to the ground that it "died," ending his fight.

That had gone well, considering Percy's worries.

However, he knew better than to let his guard down just yet. As all demigods know, life never gives any breaks. That, and the Fates are cruel.

Ω ♆ Ω

"Ok, guys. Let's take a lunch break, and then we'll do some more training, but this time, with only abilities," Steve said.

Percy had put his sword away, and was not standing in the viewing room with the rest of the heroes, mortal and demigod alike. All of the teens looked and felt exhausted, so it was a given to take a break.

"Got it, boss," Leo saluted, turning and exiting the room, heading no doubt in the direction of the kitchen.

"I guess that means we're leaving," Percy laughed. A real, genuine laugh.

It made Annabeth smile larger than she had in a long time. Improvement is always good.

Soon, everyone was gathered around the kitchen and living room area. Percy and Leo were scavenging for food while the Avengers and the rest of the Seven talked. So far, the hunt was not going as planned.

"Tony! Are you seriously telling me you're a billionaire, and you can't afford some decent Cheerios?!" Percy yelled.

"Yeah! Who goes grocery shopping around here?" Leo exclaimed, holding up the near-empty jug of milk.

The Avengers all looked at each other in confusion, "Who DOES go grocery shopping?" Bruce asked.

"Pepper, sometimes, I think. She must've been busy this week," Tony answered, "We can just order some Chinese or something for now."

"That should work, but if you're going to house these boys," Annabeth pointed to Percy, Leo, Jason, and Frank, "You're going to need a lot more food around at all times. Their appetites could rival that of an elephant."

Hazel let out a tiny laugh, realizing Annabeth's little pun about Frank. She received a small smirk in response.

"Teenagers," Tony muttered, rolling his eyes, "Always hungry."

"Now wait a second, Tony, I remember seeing you eat an entire large pizza by yourself just a couple weeks ago," Natasha remarked, smirking at her teammate.

Tony only glared in response, and then he told JARVIS to order lunch.

"Well, while we're waiting, I'll explain what our next exercise is," Steve said, "Basically, we're going to see and document your powers, but in a more controlled environment. You won't be fighting anything, but this will be more focused on precision than quantity. We need to know your full capabilities so that we know where to put you in a fight. Is that okay?"

He was asking their permission as more of a courtesy than an actual question, obviously, but the demigods still nodded their heads in confirmation. It wasn't like they couldn't leave at any time if things ever got too out-of-control.

Or at least, that's what they told themselves. In all honesty, nobody trusted each other yet. They could be shot down by the Avengers if they tried to run away, for all they knew, and that's what the scariest thing was. Neither group really KNEW the other group's intentions, only what they had told each other.

Everyone was walking on thin ice, whether it was known to them or not.

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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“Send wholesome family requests” I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED AND I would request just like

Holiday things?? Like Christmas or Easter or if they even do stuff like that

OOOH THIS ONE’S INTERESTING OK OK I’m gonna do as many holidays as I can think of

New year’s eve

Everyone is home. The entire family comes to visit for christmas and stays at least till new years. the kids are allowed stay up till midnight, they watch fireworks and just do the general new years eve stuff!

Yes they do the kiss thing when it hits midnight. I’m a sap leave me be

When I say the entire family I mean Slender’s brothers and Kate the chaser (she lives on a farm out of state </3)

Valentine’s day

Listen ok. So many of the people in the mansion are dating so a lot of em just go on dates or buy flowers

everyone is lovey dovey for a day leave them be

Tim sits in his room staring at Jay’s old hat waiting for february 15th to roll around

maybe one day I’ll go more in depth about what each couple does to celebrate ;)

St Patrick’s Day

I’m Irish let me have this one

LJ celebrates by getting hammered and singing irish drinking songs with the older creeps

Slender takes the younger ones to a local parade so they don’t have to see Jack being a bad role model

If you’re not wearing green Jeff and Cody will hunt you down and punch you on the arm

Easter

Slender sets up an easter egg hunt in the woods! he makes it extra hard since there’s so many people taking part, and a majority of them have supernatural powers

Tim, hanging upside down from a tree: can i offer you an egg in these trying times

yes the older creeps take part. let them have fun

and they want chocolate

Pride month

MOST OF THE PEOPLE IN THE MANSION ARE GAY AND/OR TRANS

Slender lets people put pride flags up if they want

local pride events get RAIDED by the slender family you can’t STOP THEM

Jack dresses like a rainbow nightmare for a month

Everyone else wears a couple rainbow items throughout the month because of him

‘’yearly reminder that i am gay’‘

‘‘yeah we know’‘

Halloween

This one might be long my family is kinda obsessed with halloween so y’know. lotsa projection

the moment it hits october you know Jeff, Ben, EJ, Cody and Sally are going shopping for decorations

The mansion is decorated from top to bottom. skeletons, statues, animatronics, you name it.

they go all in

the outside of the mansion has a fake graveyard set up

LJ doesn’t like creepy clown decorations :( they don’t use any

COSTUMES

they go all in on costumes

slender helps to make them

you’d think the creeps would take the opportunity to walk around without a disguise for once

nah dressing up is FUN BRO!

LJ takes Sally trick or treating along with a bunch of other kids that he’s friends with

just a gaggle of kids running around with this giant clown man

Sally’s go-to costume is a pirate

she loves pirates

Ben, the rest of his gaming friends and Jeff go trick or treating together

they’re just running around like feral bastards. Liu goes with them later on when he joins the family <3

FREE CANDY WHOOO

they attend bonfires and just cause chaos

EJ, Tim and Cody attend whatever local halloween party they can find because they wanna have fun

Helen and Dina go out together to local festivals leading up to halloween

Helen is really good at designing original costumes

they just like being among people and seeing other’s costumes

Liu and Momo watch spooky movies leading up to halloween

Liu is one of the few people in the mansion who actually gets scared by horror movies

everyone else is just desensitized GSDHDGVSHJDSGH

‘’Liu calm down ghosts don’t even work like that smh’’

everyone collectively has a candy induced hangover in early november. smh.

Thanksgiving

I’m Irish so idk what thanksgiving really is???

Slender cooks for days on end getting ready

Kate comes home for it! she brings her own food and stuff she grew on her farm

Slender loves seeing her 🥺 that’s his LITTLE GIRL he LOVES HER

Trender also comes to visit! he lives all the way up in new york, so they don’t see him super duper often, but he always stays for holidays!

brings stuff from fancy bakeries and new clothes for everyone

he always brings tons of gifts. its his way of making up for never being around

big family dinner <3 they love each other

Christmas

Literally a month later everyone comes back AGAIN

again, Slender spends a few days in advance cooking. nowhere near as intense as thanksgiving tho

the mansion is decorated top to bottom. they have a GIGANTIC christmas tree just COVERED in decorations

slender loves the winter time <3 it reminds him of when he lived in poland

holiday markets!! you know they’re all going to those!

WINTER FESTIVALS YES

lots of family outings throughout december

sally loves going ice skating and they usually all go except for Ben

Tim takes him and Jeff out to do something else while everyone else skates. he isn’t good at skating, and neither is Jeff.

mall santa slenderman

so many fucking gifts. there’s so many of them and they all get gifts for each other so everyone gets like 20 gifts every year

holiday shopping is TOUGH

SNOWBALL FIGHTS

slender makes the best hot chocolate around christmas time

he knits sweaters for everyone too

LJ gets SUPER EXCITED throughout december

christmas is his favorite holiday because it’s also his birthday!!

slender makes a fuss of him leading up to christmas because. husbands.

LJ in a christmas sweater send tweet

trender brings so many gifts. all of them are expensive as all hell. it’s great

christmas eve is spent singing carols together in the living room and just enjoying being together as one giant family 🥺 im a sap istg

aaand that’s every holiday! this post took nearly an hour to type HDSVGHGDSH I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY SORRY FSHGFADSJHFSJ

#ask #zyxqui #creepypasta #creepypasta hc #creepypasta hcs #slender mansion #slenderman #i just love thinkin abt the family bein a family...#funny monster dad go BRRRRRR

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thelightiningthief · 4 years

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first of all, SORRY that this is coming much later than probably expected!!!! i’m So Bad at writing things in a timely manner

second of all, timelines are....not my strongsuit, so i’m gonna make this idk the summer between botl and tlo so PLEASE bear with me here

chilly summer evenings

Percy lay on the bottom bunk of Cabin 3, staring up at the pictures stuck between the frame and the mattress above him. His arm had already gone numb from propping up his head, but that was the least of his worries.

It was the first of August. The beginning of the month that decided his fate. Well, Percy would be the one making the decision, but it was still the Big Month everyone had been waiting for: the prophecy coming true, the imminent war, Kronos’s impending return in Luke’s body. All of it put a sour taste in his mouth that the fresh sea breeze from the Long Island Sound couldn’t whisk away. It wasn’t like he could do anything right now, though, so why was he still up?

Well, there was one picture in particular that kept drawing his attention: It was him and Annabeth after they’d just won the chariot race together, right before Thalia had been de-tree-ified. The edges of the photograph were frayed from how many times he’d held it in his hands, shoved it into his pockets, and crammed it into whatever small space he could. While it was supposed to be in the Big House on Chiron’s cork board, Percy had asked him if he could hold onto it until the end of the summer. Chiron knew this might be his last summer (hell, it might be the last summer any of them would enjoy), so he relented it to him. Ever since, Percy had stared at it any chance he got, memorizing the happiness it held. A small glimmer of hope.

What he was really looking at, though, the thing that sourced all of that hope in a tiny bottle, was Annabeth’s smile. Percy must have already traced that giant and rare smile a thousand times, practically having imprinted it to the back of his eyelids, but he didn’t think he could ever get sick of it.

Things between them had been... Strange. Good strange! Well, sometimes bad strange... But overall just strange? Did that make sense?

Who was he kidding—nothing made sense anymore. They were on the brink of war for Zeus’s sake! But Annabeth had kissed him before he almost died (for the bajillionth time), but they still hadn’t talked about it. Every time Percy even thought about bringing it up to her, his head felt like cotton and he couldn’t feel his knees. At first, he thought a wood nymph was messing with him, but Grover and Beckendorf both said he was probably just nervous.

They were a lot closer than last summer. But he could say that about any of his friends! Him and Beckendorf had been talking a lot more, too! Most of their talks had to do with Annabeth and Percy’s giant crush on her, but that was besides the point.

Before he could even consider actually turning in for the night, there’s a sharp rap at his door. His body is up with a hand flying to his—oh, right, he’s in boxers. Percy considers his game plan when there’s another knock, a bit more urgent this time. “C’mon, Seaweed Brain! It’s freezing out here!”

His once held breath catches in his throat. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to late nights like this with Annabeth, but it was the first one since everything went down. Since they’d destroyed the Labyrinth. Since he’d practically killed himself. Since she’d kissed him.

“That’s it, I’m just coming in,” she huffed out, clearly annoyed. (Wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last time.) Then Percy’s cabin door was opening right before his eyes to reveal... No one. Just a gust of cold wind that raised goosebumps on his bare skin. He shivered as the door closed just as eerily, and Annabeth finally took off her Yankee’s cap only to punch his arm.

“Ow!” he winced and rubbed the spot. “What was that for?”

“Dude it’s freezing out there, and you were just standing here? Figures,” she rolled her eyes and threw herself onto his scattered bed.

Percy bristled at the slight jab. “Well, sorry! You kind of just dropped in!”

“Excuse me, I came in the front door. And you had more than enough time to put on pants, at least,” she pointed out, covering his lower half with her hands with a giggle.

A harsh blush crept up his cheeks, and he quickly moved to his dresser as she continued to laugh at his embarrassment. He was just buttoning up his jeans when Percy noticed Annabeth was lying back on his bed, mimicking the pose he’d held just ten minutes before. In the dim light from the moon, he could just see a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Where’d you get all these pictures?” she whispered out.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking over to the fountain Poseidon had gifted to him. “Uh, all over, I guess? They just kept popping up, and I’d asked Chiron if I could have a few.” He said the last part faster than the rest, hoping she wouldn’t pick up on it.

Annabeth’s head perked up to look at him sideways, her gray eyes a bit wider than they had been a moment prior. She searched his own green ones for an answer to an unasked question. It wasn’t difficult for Percy to feel as though he were being scrutinized and start to feel self conscious about the whole situation. Was she seeing right through him?

“What? I just—I just wanted the memories, I guess,” he mumbled out, crossing his arms semi-defensively.

She peered up at him for longer, her eyebrows coming down slowly yet decisively. He didn’t know if he should say something, but he didn’t even know where to start. Yeah, I’ve pretty much collected pictures of us to stare at late at night, because I kinda really like you. In fact, you caught me in the middle of doing that tonight! Ha! Great timing, by the way. Gods, that’d just be weird!

Suddenly, she was up and dragging him by the arm out the door of his cabin. “Let’s go, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy barely had enough time to snatch his blanket from the bed before they were thrust out into the chilly evening air. There was no need to worry about harpies with impending war, but Apollo and Artemis seriously needed to work something out, because it felt completely unprecedented to be this cold at the beginning of August. His teeth were chattering by the time Annabeth had plopped herself down on the sand of the beach, dragging him down with her; she took the blanket clenched in his freezing fists and worked determinedly to wrap them both within it.

After a moment of simply basking in the sudden warmth, Percy became uncomfortably aware of how close he was to Annabeth. To make matters worse, if he scooched even a little to his right, the blanket would completely relent and let in that frigid sea air. So, he sat perfectly still, not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“You okay, Perce? We can go back if you want,” she said with a slight twinge in her voice that made him look at her for what felt like the first time that night.

Her hair was glowing in the moonlight, silver as if she had joined the Hunters, yet still that bright golden ray of light Percy was so accustomed to seeing a dirty blonde after weeks on a quest. The gray streak that matched his own was tucked behind her ear, and a reminder of a time of longing that he’d rather forget. It was difficult to see in just moonlight, but he could definitely tell her cheeks were flushed, especially with all the staring he was doing at her. In all honesty, it felt as if he were studying a painting. A splash of freckles and a few stray zits were scattered across her face, like brush strokes to a canvas.

However, it was her eyes that made him see the true meaning behind the work. People may call Percy dumb, but there was no mistaking the trust Annabeth was pouring into her downturned, storm-cloud eyes. They were focused so forcedly on his own, that he couldn’t help but come back to them each time he attempted to look at the rest of her face. It took him by surprise, because how could she trust someone like him so wholeheartedly? He’d nearly gotten her killed too many times—at some points he had almost been the one to do it.

“How can you do that?” he asked, looking out to the waves crashing on shore and breaking the trance that was Annabeth.

She had been leaning in just slightly, but jerked back just as much once he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Blinking slowly, Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “What d’you mean?”

He sighed almost exasperatedly, but it was too halfhearted to get anywhere. The next set of waves crashed a little harder than before. “I mean, how can you look at me like I’ll never do anything to hurt you? Like I’m not—not about to decide the fate of the world? Not about to destroy everything just by existing? St. Helen wasn’t even me trying, Annabeth. What else am I capable of?”

There was silence. As silent as it could get with a heavily breathing boy on a beach with a girl looking at him with that kind of look so full of something that everything has to be quiet, just for the time being.

“Percy...” Annabeth started, quieter than the now-swirling sea, “Do you think I’m afraid of you?”

His eyes found hers again, both of their eyebrows knit together like the sweaters they’d wished they brought. Again, Percy was so aware of her warmth seeping into him, keeping him present. “Why wouldn’t you be?” His soft voice carried itself to span the few inches between them, once more holding the weight of the world in their midst.

For a second, Annabeth looked as though she was going to laugh, but decided against it. At first, it could be brushed off as a ridiculous thought, but she knew what Percy was capable of right now—what about when he grew more fully into his powers? She shook her head, No, not even then.

“Percy.” She said his name more resolutely this time, placing her hand on his shoulder to turn him towards her. “You may have power none of us will ever know, but...you’re you. It’s not like you’re some evil mastermind plotting against us.”

A single, unsaid name hung in the air.

“How do you know, though? You’ve heard the prophecy.” Percy’s eyes were searching her own again, looking for some hint of doubt.

Annabeth sighed sadly, letting go of his shoulder and pulling him into her arms. “Because—‘Cause the Percy I know wouldn’t destroy a world with his mom in it. The Percy I know wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose.” She took a cold breath, smoothing her hand on his back. “And the Percy I know wouldn’t let some stupid prophecy try to stop him from protecting the people he loves.”

Percy stayed still, frozen, but not from the midnight air. “How do you know I’m that Percy still?” The whisper was slightly muffled from Annabeth’s curly hair, but she’d heard him all the same, as signaled by her hand stopping in the middle of its up and down motion.

“I just know.” And it was said with the finality only a daughter of Athena could possess, could hold within her, and could throw back at someone whenever they questioned her.

It was no use for Percy to fight it anymore, so he finally, finally, finally relaxed into her arms, pulling his own around her. The waves slowed on the beach, taking to being pulled by the moon once again. And, for once, they simply sat there, surrounded by a now-sandy blanket that he’d probably have to wash the next morning and an unrelenting breeze that hardly bothered them. Sure, in two weeks time Percy would most likely be dying at the foot of a crumbled Olympus, but he couldn’t worry about that with the cool sea air filling his lungs and Annabeth’s calloused hand rubbing circles into his back. No, that could wait with the blanket.

#asks #fic prompts #percy #annabeth #percabeth #ok this prompt is from...quite a while ago #but! i did it 😌#i hope it’s good??#i know it doesn’t exactly capitalize a lot on the chilly summer evenings #but i made sure to mention it more than once LMAO #pjo #mine

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adanfourty · 4 years

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Life In Neon ~ cHapters Of the dreaMing hEart

Part I: A Piece Of Mind

----------------------- I. Simple abundance in an empty life II. Stop III. Projection IV. Come To Theism V. Enter the Threshold

Part II : The Sea of Moonlight ------------------------------ White Feathers Atrium Universal Rain Shade Naissance Home

Part III: Pandora's Clock ------------------------- First. Second. Then I see you Third. Air Fourth. Trumpet of Million's child Fifth. Realitv Sixth. Water Seventh. Closure Finale. Memoire, a scene in a lifetime

Part I: A Piece Of Mind

----------------------- In A Room Without A View

When there is reason, I awake in silence

Please enter, The door is open

I. Simple abundance in an empty life ...

The scent of passion after loneliness A hope of jubilation in life Coming closer to a dream A prelude before the plot

This time, the sunset becomes sunrise in my heart

Her sway, wavering in soft motion Guarding, away from polarity

She is herself not another other than her own self Only she can dance alone without a hint of loneliness That whiff of uncommon independence without arrogance With her right palm always open to the wind, A sign of welcomed company, only if she grants

She's a prelude to a drama An overture to a rhapsody

II. Loose-skin-loose drift, truth abuse truth to mute [St*p]

A new consciousness arises from the abyssimal gap, along with the voices of the singing colours, with the company of colourful rain.

A sighs escapes her as her old consciousness deteriorates.

Though silence is golden, it can also be a sign of unbelievable pain.

Terribly one sided, the consciousness gains space only in her extreme. Though it resembles a lesser four letter word, it cannot be spelled as of yet.

To her it came, through her it goes.

It escapes with swiftness by the way of her fingers and unto the three middle strings.

Now the top.

Now the bottom.

A play of ease and enjoyment, like a teardrop of meaning. There's release and meaning in her words, spoken through the melody escaping her fingers. Weaving phrase by phrase into sentences. Line by line into paragraphs. And chapter by chapter into a story, written in the air to her listeners' ears.

She tells her tale.

A drop of colour in melody's landscape First vivid, then lucid, then luminous The story of song and emotion, of motion and sound

Hikari luminates her enticing configuration Dancing fingers, dancing harmony Another conciousness slowly takes presence...

III. Grapple dream drama and colliding day of another mind [?`jection}

She said that fate can intertwine and leave you speechless Between your eyes and mine we share the same story Especially in this corrupted world of mounting decadence Nothing can hold truth and honesty together

As I wave my hand in the air, I motion you to come closer Start this endless romance

Not between you and I But between trust and committance

Wait for silence Wait for sleep Wait for peace

Then we can touch ..in dreams..

Metropolis doesn't want us to sleep Less it let us inhabbit our dreams Only to pieces of the shattered It can only resolve in our disloyalty

Total mindcrime it says, cannot rebuke There's no rebutle, but an end of statement

Pandemonium clouds temporary judgement A short analysis of ourselves

We cannot be subjected to distinctive terms We are fictional

City of blurring lights in swaying darkness Inverse luminary overshadows heartly judgement

"Tell me more..." "Tell me about myself"

IV. Let silence fall assunder as a boundary (ome to 7heism

Escape in makna ~e%ca]>e~ Don't let it be abstract

Have we been transformed? Apostle of today's corporate culture

Would you have changed a thing ? Destruction of the left brain regime

There is a cycle, which determines life and dharma In the starlit sky of human's silver sea of madness On the seeming horizon, inately seen A lonely silver surfer, Comes to push the wheel for me.

"Gotta move" (

"Gotta move" ^

"Gotta move that wheel right round" )

"Push the wheel of dharma round"

Repeat,

Repeat until the end of perdition

This re|>etition is road to redemption

This hand, can you feel it's touch? Now don't let go.

V. Enter this threshold, where you're }afe w/ m{E

Could it be that you and I have grown to love each other, In the dense aura of this lonely city, full of bitterness? True feelings can never hide much long, For whatever covers, cannot hide from true sight

The wind carried your cries, your wishes, your tears. And when I held my hand out to the sky, I caught some of your dreams.

The misty air partialy hides the growing flowers Blooming without sunlight, to the music of the marionettes Quartet players with classical aptitude Flowing melody in rivers of song

Endless...

Love, love, love, love, beautiful life In the eyes of a lover

Love, love, love, love, merciful touch As if in another dream

Dahlia...

Yes we are, I say we are destined Nothing else but nature that guides The wind, the solstice, the leaves Le ciel's faint whispering Warm snow welcomes this gardenia

Let's enter together...

Part II : The Sea of Moonlight ------------------------------

I dream of a blue nightingale

Not a dream. a perchance SDelirium guide me through this dance

a pointer. an address SPathway leading to this glass

not a form. a code SLanguages, conversations I do not recall

From a faraway place . . . The structured becomes the harmonic, then the frail

White Feathers: ---------------

Start of a lasting imperfect feeling A blissful impression unhindered This slight cut, an apothema Sweetening the shape of a tale

More poetry than justice A judgement in a poem

The tale paints itself a caligraphy Cornering prose to naratic ballad

Few words write themselves as prelude to a dream An overture towards realization Forging a small footstep for an elegy A move towards the end of a chapter

Before planting a kiss on the cheek Take a step out of square one

Atrium Universal: -----------------

I can feel the city itself Living, pulsing through me

I can feel the city itself Breathing in my own breath

At night's first saunter Tides, affairs subtly sweeping

Affairs yielding agnomen Pastly borrowed, then lent, now buried

Not a monumentous rite, A forecourting repose of endeavor

Melfluous, degree, decimal

The wall, the crack, the breach A light, a hope, A piece of reverence A sigh, a gleam, A benevolence

Neon. again a blinding, Charges, pistol, crackpot

Rain: -----

Swaying Petals, Fluttering Sight

Resting in silence Peace in the chaos that surrounds

Hiding within metropolis' fog

Out of reach Out of touch

Lit lanterns sway westbound Path seeking seem astray

Only patience can persevere Only time can lead the way

Only a woman

"A deepened interlude as an intro to a greater truth."

In phrases she speak In riddles she keep

Feel, a longing to be Only little she has

Not much left in her palm Desperately trying to keep

Err on the side of safety

"Here belies the safety of my sanctuary."

Trusting no one Careful not to love

Metropolis. weaves her coccoon

Silence within a storm

Survival is her language Passion is her secret

"Lesser I believe in myself, so I hide."

Shade: ------

A tide to ebb, A shoreline A flow, a motion A gaze

Once, a woman Twice, a sun Thrice, a nephentes

I feel the breze A neophytic caress, innocence So much to long for So much to ebb and lose

Subliminal violence An abstract for laterality

I'll always remember The news of a fog, The songs of a deaf

No echo in the halls No lesson but in our own

A feeling, inside her Notwithstanding a fall Silence for the requiem Not now, not for awhile

This feeling, inside me A pace not too far from fiction Splitting images on one screen My futile vision embracing

His feeling, inside him Bewildering encompassion of a trilogy Another mind, a friend, a rushed exemption Coming closer to a closure, then rebirth

Naissance: ----------

The birth of a soul, Deus ex machina

I feel a distant sun caressing A slow perchance for fate and fancy intertwined

What cometh this way Grasping scars emerging from days past

What shroud cloaks this day A slow immedicine, The unsounding of my parts

My love, a mirror, a friend It needs a chance, a chokepoint degapped

Heal me, A cessation from discrepancy

[tides of Helen]

This time window we must cherish, You and I and eye of The All Seeing

There's none other, Than the mindmaze in the mirror

I became, I bethroned, I abjected Thread, my dearest thread I dearly depart myself, bidding A home for a respite

Home : ------

The walls cry of absence and whispers

A slight touch of the palm graces, The plight of the plaintiff behind the fate Cursors move up the struggles of the vein, Inconclusive ill of melancholy

This notion of separation, Reaps the heart to its dires On bended knees we sink, At this river of futile tears

The ambience of loneliness and division, Portrudes above our conscious minds Heisting the current abode, Unfathomable desire to mutually caress

Beyond this boundary exists my other half Beyond this wall lies another...

Another,

Sustain contain then stop the ambience surrounding My speechless thought echoes throughout without surpass

and another,

Oboete [remember] Never forgetting specified frame of memory First clandestine then disctinction to final separation

and another,

I hear this loudness from inside my ears Humming, fainting whisper, to a soft speech

and another.

...

No more can I reject my objection towards presence PLighT is a revocable sister of her brother, fate

And you.

I miss you

The corridors of fate seems to form an unwanted maze No escaping reflective clarity, images beyond seen mirrors

Such is the configuration of this longing A lamentable presence, expelled from fate

It has been two long years, It has been an eternity

Your modulating kiss fades from memory As each deafening ambience ravage me

I, to my heart : [Perhaps to silence, I have spoken for far too long.]

Now the peregrine, Now the calmative

a boundary of mist separates while the only road leads to home

I've nowhere to go But to return to the confines of my sanctuary

[pulang]

Y've reached I home

Part III: Pandora's Clock -------------------------

I have come at a crossroads A silent tantrum of mind and consciousness

Please take my hand Brace the future with me

First.

The solitude of a solitary mind At this junction of overlaping converses

A gaze, then a hand A reach from inside

The solitude of a solitary mind At the junction of overlaping converses

A gaze, then a hand A reach from inside

[E] "Would you dance with me?"

Dec, the 12th of each cycle A courtship between Soleil and Capricorn

Of your latter solstice I find my solace Under luminous frost After a day after days before a new season

[Dahlia] Rest dear Soleil Shine a lesser warmth Shine greater southbound

Then through motion and period Embrace at former solstice

A garden in winter Not far from closure Enclosed in glass And luminosity

Come dear lucidity Let us speak to warm ourselves Let us become classic

One past, presenting a future

In this garden we trust Grace a prelude to truthful fancy

In this garden we lust Skin to skin without a mindful hinderance

In this garden we bind fire and ice

A simple presence felt between us and our dance Resultante, Of motion and perceived decadence

.the second conciousness.

A girl in the mirror Yet to set her feet, Yet to step to the real

A face becoming clearer Vivid smile doubtful eyes

Is she to be welcomed?

Don't let her future mimic the past This is not a point of vacancy Don't let time's vagrancy become turmoil This is a coming whirlwind

A new stream of conciousness is the resultant There can be no regret

Sleep, breathe deep, deeper in a shallow sleep

This is a form of regression Unfolding a dream of recurrence

~Mataku From my eyes

.Mata Ku. To eyes of myself

..Ma Ta Ku.. Then my own eyes

...Mata Milik Aku... These eyes are mine

[E] A cyclic process of birth, death and rebirth Sequential teardrop from a cloudless sky Freefall to a deep mirror of factful fallacy far from fiction

More to truth full of lies and truth, then lies, and lastly truth The answer to a riddle of the sequences and the abstract

A fracture of this mindspace leaks into the open Bequeathing beautiful lies of autumn and of lust But the winter in me is still vast, far from passing Not a drop of colour but a blackless landscape of total blur

Second. Then I see you...

On a road once shared before the crossroads Gleaming with a blueish haze of tenderness Before the coming of daylight's echoing shine Take me to a world outside this shallow sleep

Walking to currentness.

Cascading deep dark blue shade follow folly Interred in my living bones, blades of blunt burden Remain in viewable secrecy, lucidly reasoning for an answer Unwritten forgiveness uttered through a wordless whisper

Reflections, There's me in my head and me in the mirror I can see me very clearly, and I don't like it

The vivid image of reflection has a mind of it's own Why do reflections answer me with such prejudice?

...

A revisitation, A reflection of light Duplicating a world Forming an inversion Making you, Not quite yourself

...

Cascade the masks of emotion to emulate prudence Infer I have, that this is a motion of incredulity

I remain

Asking The Heaven for forgive~ness My hope is now in the clarity of my written bequest

Third. Air

Interlude to preciousness

The world is only an interlude I can't wait for the night to cast it's cloak {of dreams}

A gateway to my paralel life, another conciousness Lucidly living in a shallow sleep

Fourth. Trumpet of Million's child

Dawn to daybreak with a string of trust Warm caress of loyal sunlight Distress and jubilance harbours, Away the stray

A soulful sailor's song Lamenting grace and riddance

Yearly yearning without regard Clasping for release

Melding heartplace and effect Arriving distances to encumbrance The headplace earthing Excelling to explace

Love is a peaceful embrace A feeling, most emtious Of innocence in riddles of sin and temperance A forgiveness for the plightful son

[E] I found who I am at last By a glimpse of fate, enduring A slight mention in destiny A moment alone with my dear fate

A close brush, an eventful sigh Relief, a respite to sensefulness

One last time, Take away my breath

Deliver me my chance, To exhale my last sigh

[Dahlia] I am standing on a ledge A stare to this decending fathom

Cold air sweeps behind me As I tearfully leave my presence

I cannot give you more I cannot be a fitting piece

Musing over life and precedence. Now I'm tired.

I've tried so hard to stay afloat. I'm too tired.

Goodbye now, For I am never truly gone

Fifth. Realitv

[E] A life outside of this TV screen A roundabout of moving pictures preceeding Of passion, of circumstance, of changes My faults and lies, my trials and crimes

Curious apprehension of what may yield I behold to myself, my own mindsight A view to a thrill, a dream of a dream A dull lucidity, a makeup of frigidity

My past turns present My presence sinks into the past Another besetting recurrence Another triumph lost

Sixth. Water

[E] How is my lifeline?

There is a light at the end of the tunnel. A freight train coming my way.

There is a door nearer to the right. Marking exit from a disaster.

(Not out of lifeline)

But indeed. It is I, myself who can save me. It is I, myself who conjured the door. It is I, myself who live my life. Not someone else.

And it is I, myself who choose what I believe in. Not someone else not me.

I'm still breathing, I can still exhale Without hesitation, normalcy without change A sense of endless freedom without boundaries Miracles coming at an enjoyable rate

Now here's that jazz [0}

Flood of tears don't drown me You'll never catch me again crying a flood Now that I'm holding on to my dearest hope I have to hold her gently Careful not to break her to pieces

Seventh. Closure

Strewn paleness, The setting sun colours the sky

A thousand rays bidding farewell, Bidding another rest

And I wish I am not here

Wavering clouds speak with the doves A faint sentence caught in my ears

"There's nothing left to hide."

My melodies will take me Wherever this heart is needing to set

You took away all my strength, Now please take away my pain

Leave my cold outside this shell Never let it rain inside these doors

Please lead me to your promises Then please take away my pain

I am in need of refuge

This is the final scene Before the curtain falls . .

Please, Make me believe in hope, And please take away my pain

Finale. Memoire, a scene in a lifetime

Now I must rest, I must be at peace

Hibernating from culture PlacIng membrane, a distance to bid myself

Sayonara for a moment Please do not forget, oboete my dear Remembrance is for sentient bliss

Keep me in your mind And please, bathe your memory of me in absolution

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james-bucky-barnackle · 6 years

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Frostbite (Part 3)

Requested: can i request a fic between y/n and steve where they’re secret lovers but y/n chooses team iron man in civil war and then fast forward to infinity war she finds out about steve has moved on with nat. -@anon

Part 2 | Frostbite Masterlist

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST???

Word count: 4,623

A/N: I’m sorry it took too long! I’ve been a little busy I’m defending my thesis next Friday (wish me luck?)

There was a man in her room.

It’s been almost 15 months since the incident, and as strange as it feels, things have gotten back to normal. Months of planning and careful execution was done to alter the events through time travel, and everyone who’s blown by the wind was back in their solid physical bodies, but their lives will never be the same. Especially for the man in her room. As she laid there, her eyes closed and her breathing slow, he visited her every day, not knowing what to say but just wanting to be there when she finally woke up. Y/N’s body has crept into a deep sleep since the infinity war, her powers saved her from dying, but with her in what seemed like a never-ending slumber felt like it was all the same. Steve placed his hand on top of hers as he held it up to his cheeks, a thin layer of ice blanketing his skin. He’s gotten used to the cold. If pain was how it felt to be near her, he wouldn’t care. All he wanted was for her to wake up. He kissed her hand and left the room. He remembers that day, soldiers taking the bodies of the survivors, Y/N was picked up by the medics, taken into Shuri’s lab immediately as he looked on. He would never forget the first three days they waited for her to wake up, back then they wouldn’t have thought it would last months, thinking she would just wake up and go. Shuri did her best to treat her and it took her days to create a new device that will control her body temperature, but even so, she was still asleep. But the scars on her body were untraceable, seamless, better than they looked before, the wound on her head had disappeared. Everyone was mourning for the loss of the half that the titan wiped out, all of which were half of the reason they kept on living. When Tony found her, his heart sank, that same day he found out from Happy that Pepper was taken away by the snap. He didn’t even bother going back to the compound and went straight to where she was, Y/N was the only family he had left.

“I can take her back to the compound, I’ll monitor her health there,” Tony looked up at a surprised Shuri, his voice low. It didn’t take him long to get back from that foreign planet, a long story as to how he got back, no one will ever know, but there he was with a complicated request. His hair disheveled, face covered in dirt, clothes ripped, and his eyes we’re pleading.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. The device is already working, her body temperature has gone up and is almost in a normal level, she should wake up in a few days,” Shuri assures Tony, as she gently hands him a towel which he gladly accepts. He hasn’t bothered cleaning himself up, knowing that she’s gone through this without him around to protect her, but he couldn’t have done anything else, he’s been through so much himself. Little did they know, she wouldn’t be with them for more than a year.

And now she’s laid in the same bed ever since. Like a princess in a fairytale, with no one to kiss her to back to reality. The other avengers would walk past her room and feel a little ache in their hearts, she was alive but it felt like a funeral, for a beautiful being, gone too soon, and has taken too long to wake up.

Today it was gonna change.

The moment Steve left the room with the door lock clicking behind him as he closed it, her eyes fluttered open. She looked straight at the ceiling, breathed her first warm breath, and pulled herself up balancing her upper body on her elbows. She looked around and saw no one in the room, she looked at the bed and at her hands. There was something different about her, her heart beat faster, she was nervous. She carefully pulled the blanket away from her and stood up. A red light blinked on top her bed as a loud beep suddenly rung through her ears. Immediately, her head whipped to the direction of the door, the knob twisting and the door opening to reveal Steve. Her lips parted, but nothing came out, as he immediately ran towards her and hugged her tight. He felt like he was in a dream, Y/N felt like she was in a nightmare. Her hands stayed beside her legs.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed to say. Steve was smoothing his hands on her back, telling her it’s gonna be okay. But he stops as soon as she continues.

“I don’t know you. C-can you tell me where I am?” she said almost a whisper.

Tony immediately runs to her room after being notified by the alarm. “Okay, who moved the body this time? I told you guys to st--- Y/N.” He stopped in his tracks, the moment he saw Y/N standing enveloped in Steve’s arms. She looked on, eyebrows furrowed, Vision was behind him, too many unfamiliar faces where registering in her brain. Her body was tensing up, Steve pulled away, violently, and when she looked to find why, she saw his shoulders covered in ice. She couldn’t understand what’s in front of her, where she was or who these people were. She stared at her hands, she was shaking, trembling in fear. The temperature in the room dropped, her body felt like it was gonna explode.

“I’m sorry, what… What is wrong with me?! Did I do that? I didn’t mean to! What is happening?!” She was backing into a wall, Tony was holding his hand out, like he was taming a wild animal. Her chest was raising up and down, tears uncontrollably falling on her cheek. “Don’t go near me! Please! I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“Sweetie, you’re alright. It’s gonna be okay, you’re just shocked is all.” Tony was nervous, he didn’t want her to shut him out, but he wasn’t as scared as she was.

“I don’t- who are you? Do I live here?” She shook her head, she didn’t think this place was something she would be living in. “Am I a monster? I don’t know what to- I don’t know where I am.”

“I think my appearance would fit more for that description,” Vision remarked, he’s smile was soft.

“Come with me, I’ll help you, it’s gonna be okay.” She looked at Tony’s hand, as he nodded back to reassure her it’s gonna be fine, but she was afraid she’ll hurt him just like she did with Steve, who’s looking on, his eyes gentle not wanting her to think she’s hurt him. And when she saw this confirmation, she took it. A sigh of relief escaping her when ice didn’t appear on Tony’s hand at her touch.

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The afternoon was restless, news broke out that Y/N was awake, everyone was concerned and eager to see how she was doing, but they were still waiting for updates. They didn’t want to just barge in and bombard her with inquiries, after all, she wouldn’t even have the answers to any. Dr. Helen Cho detected she had post-traumatic amnesia, after losing consciousness in the battle in Wakanda, her head injury being the cause. After that incident all they were concerned about was when she would ever wake up, this was something they had forgotten was a possibility. Finally, after hours of waiting, Helen came out of the room and handed Tony her vitals, stating she was stable and her body temperature was back to normal.

“I’ve filled in her in with basics, her name, where she is, who you guys are. Well in a general sense, I just told her you guys are people she can trust.” Steve was silent, with Nat right beside him holding his arm, she looked up at him to see how he took the news in, as he mustered up a smile. He didn’t know if he was happy to have her back, or if it was a sign to let her go. She doesn’t even remember him. “You guys can come in, one at a time, for now. Tell her about small things from her past, to try to trigger some memory. Just try to be gentle with it, we don’t want her first memory to be violent, her powers might take over her body, just like what happened earlier, and she might fall into another sleep,” her last words are with caution, “or worse.” She nods and leaves the hall.

The rest of the week has been amusing for Y/N, everyone came in once a day to check up on her, introduce themselves and tell her stories about what she was like. It was confusing at first, but she quickly warmed up to everyone, well, with the exception of Steve, who she hasn’t seen since waking up, and Bucky, who thought his presence would trigger something negative and kept his distance. He didn’t even consider the idea of visiting her, since he wouldn’t have anything to say about her. Bruce and Tony have been visiting her often, telling her jokes and cheering her up with their crazy science talk. Wanda stopped by once with Vision to bring food they’ve cooked, and Y/N couldn’t wait for them to get back and taste what meal they’ve prepared next. Natasha has dropped by and she kept very much to herself, but Y/N figured she was just as confused as she was, having to talk to a friend with them not knowing who they were, it was unnerving. Today, Y/N was reading a book when she heard the door open.

“Hey there, kiddo. How’re you feeling?”

“Are you sure you’re not my father?” She asked, a smirk on her lips. His visitor looked up and pretended to think.

“Uhm, let me think, yep, positive.” Tony replied as he sets down a tray of food for her.

“Whatever you say,” Y/N puts her book down and grabs one of the plates. “Uhm Tony,” he looks up at her as he takes a bite of the apple from the tray.

“I’m ready,” Tony slows his chewing, thinking of what to reply but she continues. “I’m ready to leave this medical room and live in a real bedroom. Besides, it might help speed things up a bit if I get to see the people I’ve lived with before, every day.” All Tony could think of was how she might react to living back in the same floor with the rest of the avengers, this has been the most peaceful she’s ever been, not thinking about the problems she’s had in the past, or the heartache she felt from Steve. But he knew better than to take that choice from her. What peace could she be in if she doesn’t even know her past? All he could do was give her a smile.

“You’re right, we’ll get you settled in the morning. After I get your room defrosted,” Y/N laughed, but those powers never really made sense to her. She couldn’t remember anything about the existence of enhanced species, it felt too fictional. She feared herself, and what she could do, but she’s never been able to freeze anything since she’s hurt Steve’s shoulders. Helen has told her it’s okay to trust her senses and let her powers slowly come out so she could learn to control it, like she’s used to, but it’s never come out no matter how hard she concentrated, she almost felt like it was a blessing, she didn’t want to risk hers or anyone else’s life. It felt like that morning where Steve’s shoulders were covered in ice didn’t even happen at all, like a practical joke. But him not visiting her became her confirmation.

“Thank you,” she replied, “it feels kind of weird talking to people I don’t remember and being told to trust them.” She immediately wanted to take the words back, but Tony knew that wasn’t what she meant. “I’m sorry, it just – feels like I’m back at zero, and I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

Tony grabbed her hand and nodded. He didn’t know the exact words to say or the things to do, but he knew that whatever she needed he’ll support her, just as she’s done for him all those years. That same night, he had the monitors taken out of her room, the medical machines and all the things that made it look like a hospital. He’s gotten used to her room filled with all those equipment that when they were taken down it felt like someone else’s room. Maybe it was, she still couldn’t remember anything from her past but at least she was still with them.

The morning she arrived back at the floor wasn’t celebratory, the avengers were out on a meeting with the council, she had the floor all to herself. She walked around and looked at the place, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. It felt so new, like she was moving in to a new loft. She wandered through the kitchen, checked every cabinet like a kid, walked around the dining table figuring where she usually sat. Who was she kidding? She was gonna have to start fresh, which seat she sat on wouldn’t matter. After thinking to herself for hours, she found herself in the balcony, hugging herself as she looked at the sunset. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, she felt alone. Not knowing who she is, where she belonged, and anyone. Sure, there were these people who’s been taking care of her, and helping her remember, but she was slowly losing faith. What if she couldn’t remember? It was too soon to be concerned about, but she felt an undermining fear hoping there was at least one thing she could wrap her head around that she wasn’t completely gone. She felt small, and indifferent, what did she live for?

“Lady Y/N,” she heard a voice call out which made her jump a bit. She turned to see a tall man wearing a suit of armor with a red cape, he’s never visited before, she tried to look at him, analyzing his features but nothing came. When he saw her bewildered expression, he walked closer. “Apologies, I was told you have a problem with your memory. I’m Thor, son of Odin.”

She put her hands in her pocket and pressed her lips tight. It was embarrassing to meet people who probably know her more than she does herself. “Hey, I uh, still can’t wrap my head around my name…” she chuckled. “But yes hello, nice to meet you again- Thor.”

“I’ve brought you these, I remember you had a lot in your room.” He handed a small bouquet of flowers, they didn’t look store-bought. They looked beautiful, and Y/N felt an urgent recognition. She didn’t know what, but something about these flowers felt familiar.

“Thank you, Thor.”

“You’re welcome, I’ve also come here to ask if you wanted to join the rest of us for dinner, if you’re ready, that is.” She looked up, surprised, but this was the plan, she reminded herself not to be too overwhelmed when she sees all of them at the same time and for a moment looked at her hand. They felt warm she let a deep breath out and bobbed her head. Here we go, she thought to herself.

The table was full of chatter, as she walked towards it, it felt like she was intruding in a family dinner. But weren’t they her family too? She could do this, she will. Everything paced slowly as she looked around looking for an unoccupied chair. It was next to Wanda, thank god it was her. Wanda’s face lights up as she sees Y/N walking towards the dining table and points to the seat next to her. Y/N gave her a shy smile, never reaching her eyes, she felt like the new kid, and maybe she was.

“Y/N! Hey, nice to see you join us.” She didn’t reply, but only sat in her chair. She didn’t know what to say, she was still taking everything in. Luckily Sam was engaging her in his stories making her feel less awkward. This was one of the few times they appreciated his talkative mouth. He was talking about one of their first missions together, how she always forgot where her post was. Great, so I was already forgetful back then, she thought. Steve was there, sitting next to Natasha as she squeezed his hand. They were still together, he’s never gotten to fully process everything after Y/N was taken by the medics that day in Wakanda. And Nat was there to help him get through things. He waited for Y/N to wake up, days became weeks and weeks became months and months became a year, and he felt tortured, like it was his punishment for all the things he did to her. Nat knew he still visited her every day when Y/N was still asleep, but trusted him enough to not think anything of it. Steve thought the opposite, he knew he was being selfish being with Nat and being in anguish waiting for Y/N to wake up, but now that she has, she doesn’t even remember him. It was a slap to his face, she’s back with no idea of what happened in the past and here he was with all of their memories, and his guilt drowning him. She was back, and Steve didn’t know what to say or do, he only ever was ready to see her again, and now that she’s here, he felt shut in the dark.

He ate slowly, ever so often stealing a glance at her. She was smiling at Sam’s and Thor’s stories. Before he raised his eyebrows and shook his head, Bucky looked at him, and without any words, understood what he felt. Dinner finished and it was his and Bucky’s schedule to clear the table and wash the dishes. He felt a little conscious when Y/N insisted on staying out to help them.

“It’s okay, I want to do this. I haven’t been here in such a long time, a little housework could- I don’t know, domesticate my brain here.” Her eyes were bright, the eyes he loved looking at every morning and every night. Steve tried so hard not to stare too long, and turned his head to the sink.

“You need to rest, we got this.” Steve proceeded to pile the plates on the sink as Bucky started washing them.

“I’ve been asleep for months, I think I can handle a few more hours.” She bit her lip, she felt guilty around him, but she had to try. “I want to apologize for what happened last week.”

“It’s okay,” I deserved it, Steve thought. “I’m fine, a little bit of ice wouldn’t hurt anybody. Besides, it was a hot day.” Y/N let a laugh out but her eyes immediately went back to concern. She thought twice before she approached him, but she mustered up the courage to reach for his shoulder. He shivered under her touch.

“I hope we can be friends, again.” He couldn’t hide his agony. Bucky looked at his friend, he didn’t know how to make the situation better for him. Steve looked back at her, faking a smile.

“Of course, doll. Like always.” She beamed at him, she was a ball of sunshine. Steve was intoxicated with her, but he thought the last thing she needed was a reminder of her heart break.

“I figured you hated me, since I didn’t see you at the medical room,” he tensed up, “I didn’t mean to sound conceited, you didn’t have to. I just, really feel bad for what I did to you.” It didn’t sound right in his ears, he’s been visiting her every day, not minding the frost she gave his skin when he made contact, but here she was apologizing for physically hurting him, when he’s hurt her so much more. He stupidly considered her amnesia to be a good thing, maybe it freed her from him.

“No one could ever hate you,” it was true, she was too precious for this world.

“I would,” she shook her head, “falling asleep for 15 months and then waking up and not remembering anything? It’s like I’ve played myself.” She knew it was dumb to smile, but it was an expression she hid beneath and felt comfort in. He wanted to hug her, tell her to stop blaming herself for everything that’s happened, but he stood frozen in his place, thinking his feelings would only confuse her, it was too soon, or maybe it didn’t really matter anymore, she’s gone. This Y/N standing in front of him has no recollection of him, telling her anything would only ruin the bliss he saw she was feeling.

“That’s not true, Y/N. None of this is your fault, it was an accident.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve heard that before?” and before she could talk about it, Bucky interrupted to tell Steve to move on to another plate. He didn’t realize he’s been drying the same plate he first started out, he didn’t even realize it until his pal pointed it out. He let a low laugh and wrinkled his nose at him.

The night ended and Y/N went back to her room, it was a small step, but at least she’s gotten to sit down with everyone all at the same time. Her worries about being left out were out of the window. Maybe she’d be okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe not remembering anything from her past wasn’t such a bad thing, nothing seemed to be missing, although it would always come to haunt her. She’d have to face it another time, for now, she’ll have to deal with the present, and learn what it’s like to live again, she’s been given another chance at it.

As she walked up to her bed, she saw a book on top of her nightstand, the cover wrinkled and blurred, like something melted on top of it. She smoothed her fingers on top of the covers, reminiscing on what memory it could possibly hold. A yellow shade cast over its white cover, like a flower. She felt an instantaneous rush to be at the balcony, she picked the book up and walked out of the room. Her steps were ardent. It felt like she was chasing after something that might escape as soon as she gets there. Her breathing accelerated and her chest was pounding, Y/N couldn’t understand what she was feeling, but she found herself back in the balcony with the book in her hand, seeing no one there. Her eyes flickered, and every time they would blink she would see a shadow of a man standing in the balcony, moonlight hitting his skin just right, but his back was turned and before she could call out to him the visions disappear. She coughed, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She felt physical pain in her chest, and she didn’t know why. It was sudden, she gripped the book tighter, maybe she was ready to let go of her past, but her past wasn’t done with her yet.

Days had gone by, she still felt a little awkward waking up in her bed. She stopped joining the others during supper, she stopped coming after the first week. It’s not that she didn’t want to be around them, she just couldn’t bear another story about her. They all kept talking about who she was, or what she liked, disliked, but it only made her feel like they all wanted someone else. She couldn’t recognize the person they described her to be. It didn’t feel like her, or at least, not anymore. She felt like she was living under the shadow of herself. She hated her. They would go on missions without Y/N because she didn’t have any skill to offer. Her powers have yet to make an appearance, and her muscle memory didn’t pick up on any hand to hand combat. She felt useless. The only reason she thought was good enough for her to stay was that even with the absence of her powers, outside factors might trigger it and she wouldn’t be able to control it. Y/N wished she just stayed asleep, she was living a life in confinement, it was prison. At night she would walk to the balcony just to cry, it felt like a blanket.

“Why did this happen to me?” she huffed as she hugged her knees, wrapping herself underneath a huge sweater. She started smacking her head, she wanted to scream. Crying almost felt like an addiction, she was comforted by torment, her self-loathing had become her refuge. Every time she would fall into another episode, she would embrace it and pour her heart out into buckets of tears. She would wake up late in the afternoon, eat by herself, and went back to her room. She survived on one meal a day, having a messed-up body clock. Wanda stopped by her room once, her kind eyes curious to find out what was going on, but Y/N insisted she was fine and that she needed time alone. The only meal she’s shared was with Tony, who’s noticed her behavior, but she still couldn’t open up to him, even though he was the only one who hasn’t spoken about anything from her past self. She appreciated that.

The rain came swiftly, Y/N was covered by raindrops, masking her tears as she kept in the same position on the rooftop. She didn’t bother standing up, the water hitting the concrete was the noise she needed to drown her thoughts out. She couldn’t stop thinking about the man from her visions. She would stay in the balcony for as long as consciousness allowed her, like he might suddenly show up. But so far, he’s only ever lived on her mind.

“Jesus, Y/N! You’re gonna catch a cold.” a figure stood in front of her and pulled her up. Rain pouring on his back. She was stoic, her gaze locked on his electric blue eyes. He was speaking but she couldn’t hear the words, she just kept staring into his eyes. She searched his face, taking his features in like she was gonna fall into another deep sleep, like the last time she’ll ever get to see them. Something about his eyes felt magnetic, it was suddenly hard to look away. Her thoughts were fuming like static. Her chest was throbbing, her eyes were washed in fear and confusion.

“Steve?” He looked at her the moment his name rolled off her tongue, his eyes now reflecting the same confusion. Something about her tone felt all too familiar. Her hand lifted to touch his face, and he just kept still. Before her skin could ever touch his, she felt frost on her fingertips and quickly pulled away, a loud gasp escaping her lips.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Y/N?”

She held her hand with tiny specks or ice settling on top of them wiped it on her sweater’s sleeves. Why did her hand frost just as she was about to touch him? Why did looking into his eyes send a sharp pang of pain? The same pain she felt that night she found that book in her room. Why did his stare look like something she knew like the back of her hand? Who was he?

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the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war”

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

- Gansey and Ronan going to get orange juice at 3:32 am

- “Unlike some people, my sense of worth isn’t tied into my occupation.” “Ooooooh,” Orla crowed… she traded her Henrietta accent for a gloriously snotty version of the Old South. “Someone’s been hanging out with Richard Campbell Gansey the third too much.” orla just came for blue’s life holy shit

- “Jane!” “It’s a wizard in box.” “It will do your homework.” “And it’s been dating your girlfriend.” “Are you all drunk?” hey quick question wtf am i reading

- “Why is the tea so good here?” “I spit in it” Blue Sargent is an icon

“Blue Sargent was pretty in a way that was physically painful to him. He was attracted to her like a heart attack.” not to sound like a cheesy white lady or anything but this shit breathtaking bro

- “What do you want, Adam? What do you need, Adam?… Freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue’s hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes. What do you want, Adam? To feel awake when my eyes are open.” PROTECT THIS ANGEL GET HIM SOME TOILET PAPER WTF (also notice how what he wants continues to drop in difficulty to acquire this is so sad i’m literally a mess)

- “You be careful, Adam Parrish. ‘Cause one day you might get what you ask for. There might be girls in Henrietta who’ll let you talk to them like that, but i’m not one of them.” i really love this woman

- “He [Gansey] was bare-legged and sockless in his Top-Siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made Ronan want to smash his fist through a wall” #gay

- “Adam thinks he saw an apparition at his place” Ronan eyed Noah, “I’m seeing an apparition right now.” this entire relationship is just ronan roasting noah have you ever seen anything so pure

- Noah freaking out about the glitter in the snowglobe #angel

- Ronan paying Adam’s rent i am alive

- Gansey comparing Blue to a platypus

- “He threw me out the window!” “You’re already dead!” amazing

- Blue wanting to get Adam high so he can relax seriously someone let this boy take a nap

- Noah: “Is crack the same thing as speed?”

- Ashley not going into St. Agnes bc she “refuses to participate in a ceremony that doesn’t allow equal spiritual privileges to women” NICE

- Ronan dreaming kavinsky a replica of his white sunglasses after kavinsky gave him a copy of ronan’s leather bands #pettygay

- “and he was the boy with the most beautifully interesting car and the most savagely handsome of friends, Ronan Lynch” #gay

- Gansey: “I love this car. I should buy four more of them. I’ll just open the door of one and fall into the other. One can be a living room, one can be by kitchen, I’ll live in one…” what...the fuck

- Declan coming to give gansey a new battery for the pig and Ronan actually doing the most™ “He hurriedly sprawled back in the seat, throwing one jean-covered leg over the top of Adam’s and laying his head in a posture of thoughtless abandon. By the time Declan arrived, Ronan looked as if he had been asleep for days.” this is so extra omfgggg

- “His [Declan’s] gaze followed his brother’s leg to where it rested on top of Adam’s, and his expression tightened.” dude ronan even your brother is noticing your crush u gotta do better

- Gansey thinking that Ronan tried to kill himself after all this time and then finding out that Ronan was attacked by a dream demon thing #shook

- Gansey and Ronan fighting a different dream demon thing with a box cutter and a crowbar how are these children alive

- “She [Blue] wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps.” This is the least subtle homosexuality metaphor i have ever read in my life (also: Gansey crushing on Blue #nice)

- refer to this post

- “Let’s just go on before Gansey has time to say something that makes me hate him” lmao

- “The air was stained permanently with the pleasant odor of Ronan’s childhood: hickory smoke and boxwood, grass and seed and lemon cleaner. ‘I remember,’ Gansey said thoughtfully to Ronan, ‘when you used to smell like this’” #gay

- Dream toaster

- “I am being perfectly fucking civil” #iconic

- “Don’t fucking swear” #iconic pt 2

- Calla preforming arial yoga through the continuation of Ronan’s reading

- The entire time they are on the boat adam and gansey have the biggest hard-ons for orla and blue wants to die/kill them and ronan is disgusted

- ronan complains about the heat like 600 times i love my dramatic son

- Gansey finding the skin of blue’s calf more “tantalizing” than orla’s entire torso boiiiii if u dont get!!!!!

- “Blue cheerfully spit a mouthful of brown water on his boat shoes.” she’s doing god’s work

- “He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was.” I’m emo

- “Gansey, pacing next to his ruined miniature Henrietta, set his eyes on Ronan. There was something intense and heedless in them. There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam’s taming presence.” The fact that adam calms gansey down is so pure and i cannot believe this is canon (also: blue also calms gansey down... i love my bisexual son)

- Gansey being badass asf when him and ronan go to confront kavinsky about breaking in the apartment and ronan going super heart-eyes

- also i am convinced that this scene is dick’s bi awakening

- “…Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reason’s why he couldn’t say it” #GAY

- “While i’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.” #REALLYGAY

- no one in fox way can work a cellphone maura literally had to get blue to make the gray man’s voicemail work

- Ronan blowing a kiss to gansey and adam when they are flying away in the helicopter i fucking hate him jsjsjs

- Helen asking if Adam wants to go into the whole foods with her and adam just stares at her. me too buddy

- “’Pigmy Pouters. Feisty ones!’ Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.” adam parrish laughing: a concept

- Blue finally admitting to herself that she likes Gansey while laying in his bed

- “I’d ask you out, if i was alive” “i’d say yes” :(((((

- the fact that adam’s dad actually pushed my manz down the stairs at one point i will personally fight robert parrish

- “This is Adam Parrish. Shake his hand. He’s more clever than I am. One day we’ll be throwing one of these shindigs for him.” MY HEART

- Adam literally filling up a whole page describing helen #bi

- when helen asks why ronan wasn’t with them, adam and gansey both get the mental image of the house burning down lmao

- “you gonna race with those shades on, you Bulgarian mobster Jersey trash piece of shit?” he’s so elegant with words!!!1111!!!

- Ronan thinking Kavinsky is beautiful um this is gross but #gay

- Gansey calling Blue to calm him down just because she makes him feel “uneven and shattered” im fucking emo

- Kavinsky calling gansey literally anything BUT his name: “Dick three” “dick dick dick” “Dickie”

- Ronan figuring out how to master his dreams and then leaving kavinsky #scammer

- to be honest i cannot believe helen and gansey managed to convince adam about the hondoyota with the literal SKIT they used

- “HEY, OLD MAN!” “Ronan!” ANGELS

- ronan apologizing for wrecking the pig and Gansey actually not believing his ears.

- “Hey, Churchill tried to negotiate with hitler.” “Did he?” don’t argue with boat shoe about history this man will rip you to shreds

- pink switchblade

- “Times circular, chicken”

- BLUE GOING OFF ON ADAM IM JUST ABOUT TO QUOTE THE WHOLE ROAST

- THE WHOLE ROAST: “Politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-” “i didn’t know that you-” “thats my point! did it even occur to you? You wouldn’t have gone someplace without Gansey, though. You two make a grand couple! kiss him! (lmao) Well, i don’t want to be just someone to kiss. I want to be a real friend, too. Not just someone who’s fun to have around because- because I have breast!” GO OFF BITCHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Adam calling Blue a raging feminist like do boys not know that this is a complement like yes this is the angle i am going for thanks for noticing

- Gansey and Blue’s first drive together #i #am #emo

- “Jane, in this light you... Jesus. Jesus. I’ve got to get my head straight.” MURDER ME

- When Adam woke up at fox way after being asleep for 24 hours or whatever he drank four glasses for pomegranate juice and three cups of tea and then left in the span of ten minutes. i know sometimes these kids act like they are 50 years old but....this is a teenage boy

- “It was against Ronan’s nature to appear overly interested in anything.” HES SO EXTRA

- Grey man: “But it wasn’t personal.” Ronan: “It. Was. To. Me.” :((((((((((( also i’m pretty sure neil josten said the same thing to that police officer one time i love parallels.

- “when ronan thought of gansey, he thought moving into monmouth manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of gansey asking for the grey man for his life. Brothers.” kill. me.

- kavinsky dying #goodshit

#the raven cycle #pynch #bluesey #trc #adam parrish #ronan lynch #gansey #blue sargent #noah czerny #trc edit #BLLB IS NEXT IM SO EXCITED TO RE READ #anyways here u go nerds

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greenmantle · 7 years

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assorted tdt notes, part 2

trb notes | tdt notes pt 1

i’m back! somehow a book that initially took me about two days to read has taken nearly six months to reread. anyways, as usual, these notes purely reflect what appeals to me specifically. written in order as i read probably

adam thinks helen is sexy. that’s your best friend’s sister you freak

more under the cut

gansey and adam discussed body scanners microwaving brain cells of frequent flyers over lukewarm pizza..are they okay

kavinsky has a “small, imaginary-looking gun, shiny as chrome” didn’t greenmantle have a similar opinion of silver guns looking fake? this is irrelevant but i’ll check back in when i reread bllb

adam and gansey’s fight at the party is just so unpleasant like idk what to say that would fit in a kind of silly liveblogging post but. idk i could probably write a really long post about my opinions but i won’t subject anyone to that

upon seeing the field of white mitsubishis: “i guess i’m not the only one with recurring dreams” ronan is so funny

there are two cats that live at st agnes (“rectory cats” whatever that is) named joan and dymphna so where’s all the headcanon about adam hanging out with the cats or the lynch brothers playing with them

gansey: i could never understand how glendower could kill a dude who tried to shoot him with an arrow until adam and i got into a fight, ronan crashed my car, and kavinsky annoyed me. now i get it

i’m trying to figure out where ronan almost died/where noah found him. kavinsky says he saw it and that it was in seeing distance from prokopenko’s room, right by “the gate” but which gate? aglionby? some gated community? i’m pretty sure kavinsky lives off campus with “roommates” so is it that or were they on campus at this point. idk. trying to figure it out still

they mention the four and six lane streets in residential nova and i was reminded of the fucking nightmare that used to be me going to visit @cabeswaterlovesthem when she lived there. don’t go to nova

the first item ronan dreams on command is a pen that writes in fancy cursive. why? who knows. i love it

“there would be no fucking of gansey”

ronan is so happy and young and gansey adores him so much in the chapter when ronan shows him the dream pig and i just started crying thinking about getting to see that in the tv show

it was never gonna be you and me//it’s not going to be you and me. i don’t like to draw this parallel but it’s there. i don’t like that it’s there but. it is.

to be fair adam follows it up with “it wasn’t going to be him and gansey” so..overall meaningless parallel imo

adam taking control of his future!! telling the cards no, that isn’t how this is going to go!! adam making himself the magician!!!!

“maybe she’d go for a walk, just her and the pink switchblade. they were a good pair. both incapable of opening up without cutting someone.” my sweet girl :(

the bluesey scene where they pretend to kiss is just SO lovely gosh

at 300 fox way, adam quietly turned eighteen. he better have loudly and with a great amount of attention from his friends turned nineteen the following year

maura tells ronan he has to convince the gray man not to kidnap him and when gansey elbows him to signify hey man, you’re being spoken to, ronan literally stops musing about kavinsky and adam, looks up from his phone, and says “what, me?”

charming

blue steams broccoli (in self-defense, whatever that means) in chapter 57 so for those wondering she does in fact eat more than yogurt

persephone apologizes to the rose adam has to dig up and reminds him that dead and dying are different things i love her so much

i’m so fascinated by the weird almost feedback loop between adam (and persephone), cabeswater, and ronan like. it’s so interesting to me how the three are connected. adam spent an entire night trying to repair the ley line quickly and didn’t know why until persephone drew the devil card and he realized that ronan would need cabeswater that night

ronan and declan start arguing at church and someone kicks their pew and ronan has the audacity to be OFFENDED and think it’s un-catholic he’s so funny and a giant hypocrite

just a reminder that kavinsky literally murdered his father and prokopenko like we’ll give him a pass on his dad because it’s likely he wasn’t lying about his dad trying to kill him but. what would his reasoning have been for killing prokopenko. there is none. bad

what was ronan going to say when adam told him he knew about the rent!!! i demand answers maggie!!!

wait the trees say to ronan “a sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer’s hand” was a similar line in trk (declan and ronan were talking?) or did i read that in a fic

“for some reason, although he had arrived with them, he felt as if he had been alone for a very long time, and now no longer was” i love ronan so much he’s so. important

there’s a typo on page 429

and that’s that! i think the dream thieves was my favorite book the first time i read this series and rereading it..it is not anymore. i don’t know. i think it’s the kind of book that functions so well with mystery that once you know everything that’s happening it’s still good but loses some of the magic. which i think is really interesting!!!

anyways i’m going to reread blue lily at some point. hopefully it won’t take me six months. if you’d like to talk about anything that i mentioned in one of my reread posts, feel free to message me!! i love these books.

#trc #trc reread #tdt liveblog #mine: text

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years

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Temporarily Blind (and more)

Chapter 1.

TW: Mentions of needles, mentions of death

Peter spun and dodged the villain’s hit, aiming a web for the wall. He scrambled up and jumped on the man, prying the knife from his hands.

“Hey, buddy! It’s not nice to play with knives! I think we learned that in kindergarten,” he shouted.

“I assume you did,” the man grunted, kicking Peter in the chest. “But I took a much more interesting course.”

“Oh?” he gasped, staggering to his feet. “What would that be?”

He smiled wickedly, his teeth sharp and pointed. “Magic.”

He stepped forward, his hands moving in a circular motion, a red light spinning between them. “I apologize, child. You don’t deserve this.”

Peter was engulfed in red. His chest felt heavy and the air left his lungs.

He crumpled to the ground, and everything went dark.

~~~~~

Tony couldn’t describe the terror he felt when he found his kid lying on the ground in an empty alleyway, limp and still.

“Peter!” he cried, scrambling to him and falling to his knees. “Peter! Kiddo, wake up!” He frantically felt for a pulse. “Thank god,” he whispered, as steady thumps met his fingers.

Carefully Tony pulled off his mask, stroking Peter’s cheek. “C’mon, Petey, wake up. You’re scaring me, kiddo. C’mon.”

He pulled his kid onto his lap, cradling him against his chest. Worry flooded through him at how pale Peter looked. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s time to wake up now.”

Peter’s button nose scrunched up as Tony kissed it. He groaned slightly and blinked. “Miss’r Stark?”

Tony smiled comfortingly, relief flooding through him. “I’m right here, kiddo. You’re okay. It’s okay, Petey, can you open those big brown eyes for me? There you go, baby.”

He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. “Where are you?”

Tony frowned. “I’m right here, mimmo. I’m here.”

Peter’s eyes searched blankly for him, and Tony had a moment of heart-wrenching fear. “Why’s it so dark?”

He stared at his kid, horror flooding through him. “Petey? Kiddo, can you see this?” He put his hand directly in front of his face.

“See what, Mr. Stark?”

~~~~~

Tony cradled Peter close, watching anxiously as Cho performed various tests.

He hated the blank look in his eyes.

Peter looked up where he judged Tony’s head was. “Mr. Stark? A-am I blind?”

He kissed his soft curls firmly, squeezing him tight. “It looks like it, Petey.” They both stiffened. “But it’s okay, kiddo. I promise I will fix this. I swear.”

Peter bit his trembling lip. “I-I can’t see,” he choked. “Mr. Stark I can’t see!”

He wrapped his arms tighter around him. “I know sweetheart. I know. I’ll fix this, il mio piccolo bambino. I promise I will fix this.”

He helped Peter lie down on the hospital bed, grasping his hand and playing with his curls, hoping to comfort him.

Peter was trembling.

Tony sat on the bed and gently lifted Peter to his lap. The boy wrapped his arms around his waist, sobbing.

“Shh, Petey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I will fix this. I’ll figure this out, baby, I will. I promise,” he comforted.

“No- no, how can you promise?” Peter choked. “I-It was magic! You c-can’t fix it!”

“Shh, sweetheart, please don’t worry. I know you’re scared, it’s okay. I know.” Tony smoothed his hair. “I will fix this. Whatever I have to do, I will. You’ll be okay, Petey.”

The boy sniffed, his face pressed into Tony’s stomach. “It’s so dark.”

~~~~~

May rushed to the medbay, where Peter, asleep, was curled in Tony’s lap. Tony was deep in thought, dark worry lines creasing his face, rubbing his thumb along Peter’s cheekbone.

“Tony? What’s going on? Is Pete okay?”

He looked up. “God, May. He- he can’t see. He’s fucking blind.” He rested his chin on his other hand. “Lord.”

May looked at him in shock. “Oh god. Oh my god. Tony, how did this happen?! Can you fix it?!”

The man rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know, but I have to. Peter- I can’t- god. I’ll fix it. Lord, he’s so scared. So fucking scared.”

“What the hell happened to him? How can we fix it?”

“I didn’t ask him. He was so scared- I’m scared too, I don’t even-” Tony took a deep breath. “He said something about magic.”

May smoothed Peter’s bangs from his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

~~~~~

Peter clutched his hand tightly. “Mr. Stark, are you sure I h-have to?”

Helen took a cotton swab and cleaned the crook of his elbow. Peter flinched.

Tony sighed. “I’m sorry, kiddo. We need to figure out what’s going on.”

The boy leaned against him, eyes staring straight ahead, seeing nothing. “But...”

Tony kissed his curls. “I know, sweet Pete. I know. But we need to fix this.”

Peter buried his face in his chest as he heard Cho pick up the needle. Tony cupped the back of his head.

“This might pinch a little,” she said.

His blood was drawn without more than a few whimpers. Tony ignored the way each cry pierced his heart and tried to comfort his kid. When Cho was done, he handed Peter, who was quite pale, a capri-sun.

“You feeling okay, baby?”

“‘M okay,” he whispered. “Just... give me a sec’.”

He couldn’t stand the way Peter flinched at every sound, trying to pinpoint it. Tony gently helped him down and guided his kid to the couch. He walked slowly, a hand out to feel, sliding his feet on the ground.

They settled on the couch, Peter leaning against him. Tony wrapped his strong arms around him, wishing desperately that he could fix this.

“Mr. Stark, it’s okay.”

He sighed. “Oh kiddo. Don’t worry about me.”

He shrugged. “You feel guilty. I can tell.”

Tony ran a hand through his curls. “I’m fine, kiddo. You’re the one we should be worrying about.”

And worry he did.

~~~~~

Tony sat awake in bed for hours, trying to think.

Around 2am, his phone rang.

It was Helen.

“Tony! You need to get here, now.”

He was bolting through the door before she finished the sentence.

~~~~~

“W-what the fuck do you mean he’s dying?!” he cried. “No! No, no, nonononono. No.”

“I’m sorry, Tony,” she said. “Whatever happened- the magic, it’s in his blood. It’s draining his energy. We don’t have much time.”

Tony gaped at her.

Nonononono

The man hit the ground with a crash.

~~~~~

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autisticirishgoodbye · 7 years

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Rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end choose 25 people to tag.

i was tagged by @honeyy-tongue who is just the best

 LAST:  

1. drink: Cran-pomegranate juice

 2. phone call: Dentist (look at me adult!!)

 3. text message: Joe

4. song listened to: De-Punked - Gorillaz, Space Monkeys

 5. time you cried: ???? probably some time since new years

HAVE YOU EVER:

 6. dated somebody twice: nah

 7. been cheated on: kinda??

 8. kissed someone and regretted it: YUPPPPPPP

 9. lost someone special: No

10. been depressed: Clinically? no

11. gotten drunk and puked: oh boy yes

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:  

12. Black  

13. Teal

 14. Copper

 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:  

15. made new friends: I think?

 16. fallen out of love: nope  

17. laughed until you cried: naw

 18. found out someone was gossiping about you: No

19. met somebody who changed you: No

 20. find out who your true friends are: lol no how do you even do that

21. kissed somebody on your Facebook list: no

 HOW MANY/MUCH:  

22. facebook friends do you have in real life: i don’t know what this means?

 23. pets: 3 cats (Oscar Wilde, Aphra Behn, Tipitina), and a dog (Frannie)

24. want to change name: *ambivalent shrug*

WHAT:

25. did i get for my last birthday: Oh shit who remembers that far back...A book, probably?

26. time i woke up: 8-ish

27. doing at midnight: ignoring my self-imposed bedtime

28. something you cannot wait for: Summer, when I get to do RESEARCH and have an INCOME to buy TATTOOS

29. last time i saw my mum: this morning (its her bday yall)

 30. something you wish you could change about your life: the fact that it’s in florida

31. listening to right now: The Pixies

32. something that gets on your nerves: creepy guys skeeving on me

33. talked to a person named Tom: like two weeks ago? Lol but you don’t talk TO him, he talks AT you.

34. most visited website: lbr its tumblr

 35. elementary school: St. Pious

36. high school: I’m not gonna say it, because the city’s like, in the name.

37. college: A Florida State college

 38. hair colour: Ash blonde naturally

39. long or short hair: medium?

 40. crush: They’re all on this site right now, so...na

41. what do you like about yourself: My intelligence (is that a shitty thing to say?)

42. piercings: normal ear holes, weird ear holes, and tongue. I’ve been thinking about cyber bites too

43. blood type: O+  just like like 33% of all white peoples

44. nickname: K2

45. relationship status: single  

46. zodiac: leo

 47. pronouns: she/her 

48. favourite show: Lady Dynamite

49. tattoos: a WIP on my back

50. right or left handed: right 

FIRST:  

51. surgery: tonsils

 52. piercing: ears  

53. best friend: Helen, who, in retrospect was a terrible friend and person

54. sport: Soccer

55. vacation: Family vacays to Wells, ME

56. pair of shoes: White sneakers with light up soles

RIGHT NOW: 57. eating: snap peas 58. drinking: nothing i’m fucking parched 59. im about to: get some tea 60. listening to: Missy Elliott 61. waiting for: I feel like these are repeats? 62. want to see: Like? movies??? PEolple?? so vague. Get Out 63. want to get married: ehhhhhhhhh 64. career: none WHICH IS BETTER: 65. hugs/kisses: hugs, because with kisses you get rated on skill 66. lips/eyes: lips. 67. shorter/taller: whatever 68. younger/older: NBD, but mostly older because I cannot tell whether a person is 16 or 22 and I don’t want to make that mistake thanks 69. romantic/spontaneous: idfk what this means but seeing as I need a week’s preparation to make a phone call, definitely not spontaneous 70. nice arms/nice stomach: idgaf 71. sensitive/loud: pls not loud 72. hook up/relationship: relationship for sure 73. troublemaker/hesitant: mmmmm bad boys/girls/people (but no actually if we’re both hesitant, neither of us would make the first move) HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor?: friend, let me introduce you to my freshman year 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t use em 77. turned someone down: yes because the only people who hit on me are skeeves who hit on anything with a heartbeat 78. canoodling on first date: depends on how the date’s going 79. broken someones heart: errrrr probably... 80. had your own heart broken: yea but it was ultimately my fault 81: been arrested: no 82: cried when someone died: yup 83: fallen for a friend: constantly?? DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: Sure? 85. miracles: no 86. love at first sight: No. but that doesn’t stop me from trying 87. Santa Clause: no 88. kiss on first date: as a possibility, yes. as an obligation, no 89. angels: nope OTHER: 90. current best friends names: Joe, Tiffani, Jenna 91. eye colour: blue 92. favourite movie/s: Arsenic & Old Lace, The Perfect Host, Monsters tagging: jeez 25 people? I don’t think i have that many mutuals... @benjaminbreeg, @papertiger94, @undergoingcalibrations, @cookiepixel, @starla-nell, @loveisnanelement and anyone else who wants to seriously if I didn’t tag you its cuz I was worried I’d annoy you

#ask meme

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littleredroseonthevalley · 6 years

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St. Augustine

Or, The Realization of Truth

Summary: After Mr Sinclaire storms off his own party, Lady Susan comes to find him at the yard.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1474

Notes: I reiterate I am not a sociopath who can only take pleasure on sex and the suffering of my fellow men. To prove it, have some fluffy fluff.

“Why, then, does truth generate hatred, and why does thy servant who preaches the truth come to be an enemy to them who also love the happy life, which is nothing else than joy in the truth—unless it be that truth is loved in such a way that those who love something else besides her wish that to be the truth which they do love. Since they are unwilling to be deceived, they are unwilling to be convinced that they have been deceived. Therefore, they hate the truth for the sake of whatever it is that they love in place of the truth. They love truth when she shines on them; and hate her when she rebukes them.”

~ Confessions, Book 10, Chapter 23

Ernest felt like screaming, shouting until his voice was hoarse, but he contained himself on the grounds he had humiliated himself enough tonight. No need to feed the likes of Theresa Sutton with more babble to spread through the city.

God knows she had enough already.

He breathed heavily and tried to loosen his tie, in hopes that it would help the flow of air through his throat.

If the simple fact of upholding this travesty of a party while he would rather be doing just about literally anything else, including touring an apiary farm covered head to toe in honey, was not irritating enough, that… that… thing who the Fates had the sick pleasure of making a Duke had the damned idea to crash it.

What was the sick obsession of that man with him? It was going on years, even before the death of his wife, the Duke’s tendency to trail behind him, like a demon who could not be exorcised. The man leaving him alone might not make Ernest hate Tristan any less, but it would make the exercise less taxactive.

Perhaps if he had not came without an invitation, the esquire might have contained his temper, he might have thrown a respectable, composed, adjusted act for the night. Yes, the coup de grace had been a courtesy of Miss Sutton, whom, be stated, he also had no intention of inviting, but the Duke chirped at his patience enough before.

Though, to be fair, he had placed great expectations on tonight. He set himself for disappointment. He had hoped he could prove, to his peers, to himself, to her, that he was capable of doing this, being a standing member of polite society, to live up to the training he received as a boy.

He wanted to reinforce that first image Lady Susan had of him when they first met, on the road to Grover. Of the staunch nobleman to her county peasant. Out of spite, yes, all their encounters were in some way humiliating to him, but also because, in his head, this was the kind of man she desired and respected.

Now, would be better, he considers, to be taken as a bumbling, wimp of a man or as someone who threw tantrums and conniptions left and right? Those seemed to be his options at the moment, perhaps he ought to cut his losses and invest in one of those personas.

The season had already started, and people would soon notice Lady Susan. Not only a dashing, young, ludicrously wealthy heiress, she was also highly intelligent, sharp and the very envy of Helen of Troy. She was a wild bird, he could not cage her, he did not want it, but he could convince her to stay of free will.

He could, too, curtail at all chances her contacts with possible competitors. Ernest had to hand it to himself. Sitting her between Mr Marlcaster and Mr Chambers was resourceful of him. Marlcaster was an engaged idiot, and while the esquire held appreciation for Mr Chambers, he was hardly blind to where his preferences laid.

Hence the also very convenient invitation to Mr Konevi, the Sephardi gentleman who seemed to be quite taken with Chambers.

He could not help but think it was going all so well until he lost his nerve and fled to the gardens. God, he was pathetic.

If it was not enough, he also left Lady Susan alone with the leering Duke.

That thought brought him another wave of anxiety. Lady Susan was inside his house, surrounded by a horde of useless ninnies and a rapist disguised as a peer of the realm.

He jumps to his feet and turns to race inside once again, but as he looks towards the house once more, there stood the very same woman he intended to protect, her eyes shining from the lights of his porch.

“I never understood why we hold the social season so late in the spring. I would much rather to face the heat at the fields, where it is windy, or to wash my feet on the river, than in the stuffiness of London.” Susan says, leisurely fanning herself. “That is to say, I know in the times of old, the landowners were needed at their estates during sowing and harvest, but the idea the likes of the Duke of Karlington to labour in any way makes me laugh.”

Ernest looks deep into her eyes and tries not to disclose the dejection he felt on the corners of his heart in saying, “Is your party not to your satisfaction, Lady Susan?”

“On the contrary, Mr Sinclaire, send my regards to your cook. I am yet to find such a tasteful roasted meat.” She closes her fan and walks over to the shade of the tree, where he currently stood. “Perhaps it was the herbs. You would not know what they use, would you?”

“I do not take much attention to those details, Lady Susan, I apologize.” The esquire punctuates his apology with a nod.

She hummed, unaffected. “Of course, I did not think you would. Foolish of me to ask. Tell me, Mr Sinclaire, what do you like to eat?”

The blond man scoffed. “From our earlier exchanges, Lady Susan, I was led to believe you detested to ‘beat around the bush’, so to speak.”

Susan smiles, amused. “Indeed, I do not favour this kind of behaviour, but I am nothing if not adaptable. I did not think you would appreciate if I came running and fretted over your hysteria.”

He frowned. “I do not have hysteria, Lady Susan.”

She chuckled, sitting on a bench he had installed years prior for reading on days of intense heat. “What would you call it then? Or would you rather me believe your urgent errands consist on circling around a tree and mumble to yourself?”

The brunette tapped the seat next to her, inviting him to join her. He complies with her request, but the slight pout does not subdue.

“You see, Mr Sinclaire, only because I have been taking under my responsibility your regular releases for the past few months, does not mean I cannot be of help in other areas of your life.” She places her hands on his, and he cannot contain a shy smile to spread on his face.

“I am a very capable and, dare I say, forward woman.” The brunette continues. “I understand your wife’s death might be a delicate subject for you, especially if Miss Sutton’s word is to be taken at face value, and I also understand the Duke’s presence is particularly unpleasant for you. I will not press you into details.

“Know that, however, I am here if and when you want to talk about it. I said it before and I will say it again, I do care for your well-being, and it stands regardless of both of our desires to wed at the season’s closing.”

She caresses the sides of his face. “Much as I appreciate your callings for our… nightly activities, I would not mind to heed your way for other business.”

Ernest smiles widely at her, his eyes glinting. “I am so very sorry, Lady Susan. I am a fool.”

She chuckles. “What for, Mr Sinclaire?”

“I once thought you were beneath me, I though you to be some bold coquette who was trying to bite more she could chew.” He breaks eye contact, ashamed of himself. “The truth is you are an extraordinaire woman. I came here to brood like a petulant child, and you had the grace to come and get me, to console me, and to offer more consideration I can possibly make myself worth.”

Lady Susan smiled at the man, and boldly kisses his cheek. “It serves you not to doubt me again. Shall we return to the party?”

Ernest stood tall and offered the woman his hand. “It would be my greatest pleasure, milady.”

Susan took his hand and they walked into the house. For the remainder of the night, her hand did not leave his own, and a smile was never seen away from his features.

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