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The Unvarnished Truth; Satan x GN!MC; Smut

A commission piece for @getbehindme-satan who wanted soft Satan smut and a storyline for minor angst, so here we are!

Tags: NSFW//, Satan X GN! MC, Soft Sex, Sensual, Creampie

Word Count: 7K

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These last few hours had been torture, some strange spell had taken over The House of Lamentation while you had been at RAD finishing some school work, arguing and shouting between all of the brothers as they were forced to reveal their truths about one another. Apparently Satan had wanted to prank Lucifer and ended up using a more powerful spell than he had intended to, now all of them were under a pact to tell the truth for the next 18 hours, the last 3 and a half had been nothing but shouting, from everyone, and the 30 minutes before that was the revelation.

The common room had all of the brothers in and you had tried your best to walk past without being seen, hoping to get to the kitchen and make a drink so you could get back to your studying but you had been spotted. Your name shouted from five out of seven of the brothers, Satan and Lucifer being the only ones who had decided to ignore, faced away from each other with their arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“MC!” Asmodeus was clinging to your arm, dragging you into the site of conflict, a very loud groan leaving your mouth as you rolled your eyes, “I am the most handsome out of my brothers aren’t I?” Asmodeus’ voice was desperate to know your answer but before you could interject with your opinions Lucifer piped up.

“MC has not been affected by Satan’s immature spell so you won’t get the truth from them, Asmodeus” you looked at the eldest with disdain, Asmodeus sighing as his plan was foiled. He knew that the brothers would respect your word and finding out that Lucifer, Mammon, and, astoundingly, Beelzebub thought themselves more handsome than him had floored the avatar of Lust.

“Lucifer no fair! This is ridiculous, you used to think I was the most beautiful angel in the celestial realm. What changed?” Asmo looked like he was about to cry, his eyes sparkling with new found tears as his brothers looked on to his breaking visage, the new information breaking his spirit in a way he never thought would happen.

Lucifer sighed before taking a step towards you both, intent on leaving the room “Any answer you receive you will not be content with, Asmodeus, this is ridiculous, I am spending the remainder of this time in my study away from all of your prying questions”

“Why?” You heard some of the men gasp as Satan’s voice piped up, “scared we’ll actually get some answers to the question we ask on a constant basis?” All of you, apart from Lucifer, were looking at Satan, his hands on his hips and a red, angry, glow surrounding his aura.

Lucifer took a sharp breath in before sighing and continuing to walk out, “perhaps, there is a reason I don’t answer them?”

“Because you want to keep us tied to you?”

“Satan, calm down…” Mammon stepped forward with his hands out, in an attempt to calm Satan before he got too ahead of his accusations. You could do nothing but look between them, the tension in the room so thick you could basically see the lightning flashing between stares and glares.

“Yes”, Lucifer clasped a hand to his mouth, eyes wide as gasps echoed through the room.

You attempted to diffuse some of the tension, stepping between Satan and his brother, “Lucifer… he didn’t mean that, it’s a hard question to answer truthfully, especially in one ans-“

“I knew it. You just want to keep us locked up down here, with you!” Belphegor pointed at Lucifer, daggers in his eyes as Beelzebub held him back. Venom was basically dripping from Belphegor’s words, poison spat with the last two.

“I’m keeping you all safe!” Lucifer spun around, hand cutting through the air as silence fell over the room, furrowed brows and agape mouths directed to him. No one spoke, no one dared to, not a single person in that room wanted to break the silence with their words, instead they chose to remain quiet and go their separate ways.

Lucifer turned back around with a huff and stormed off to his study. Mammon sighed and sat down onto the sofa. Leviathan walked off behind Lucifer mumbling to himself about something, Satan stormed into the corner of the room so he wouldn’t have to see the back of his eldest brother. Asmodeus, Beel, and Belphie all sat down together talking amongst themselves about the revelation. All that was left was you. You stood there dumbfounded and at a loss for words, no way of knowing how you wanted to tackle this situation and which one of the brothers to go and check on first.

“MC?” Mammon’s voice cut through the silence, and you turned to face him, a genuine look of concern on the demon of Greed’s face, “are you alright?”

“That was a shit show, Mammon” you sighed and walked over to sit next to him, planting your head in your hands and staring over at Satan. He was sitting in the chair and reading, a pout on his lips and a furrow upon his brow as his hand supported his slightly red face.

“Yeah you ain't gotta tell me that” Mammon leaned back and held his hands against the back of his head sighing frustratedly, stretching his legs out and letting his tension melt away. “The fact of the matter is that this ain’t gonna be a quiet house until this curse wears off”

You were still staring at Satan, a lovelorn look in your eyes but a naturally furrowed brow. “Mammon, why are things always so complicated here?”

“It’s only natural for demons to run wild, ya know? We weren’t allowed to do much of this when we were angels, got our orders and then we had to stick to ‘em”

“Satan never got that though, did he?”

“Naw, he was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, so he only spent a little while in The Celestial Realm gettin’ to grips with being alive and all, and then suddenly we were at war, and then we were here”

“Do not talk of me as if I am not here.” Satan stood up and glared at the both of you before walking past, presumably to his room or the library. You gave him a sorry look, and stuttered to apologise but it was denied, he had already walked past you with his nose held high and a huff in his breath.

“MC?” Beelzebub called out your name and you looked over, another demon who was concerned for you, “don’t let it get to you” he gave you a soft smile as Belphegor ignored Asmodeus’ pleas for attention.

You replied with your own smile before standing and sighing, “thanks Beel.” The room was cold, the fire doing nothing to ease the freezing tensions of previous confessions.

The house being quiet was alien, there was always an argument, music, conversations happening throughout the halls but not now. It was deathly silent, the soft sound of the teaspoon clinking along the sides of the mug as you stirred the sugar into your tea.

“I wonder if Satan is okay?” You murmured to yourself as you stirred aimlessly, sugar completely dissolved and liquid sloshing around without intent. A few minutes passed before the slamming of a door pulled you from your daydreams, you gasped and proceeded to compose yourself, cleaning off your dishes and walking back to your room.

As you passed Satan’s room you heard what you could only assume were books being thrown about as his voice rang out amongst the desolate stillness. You stopped at the door and knocked lightly, the throwing stopping as a stern statement rang out.

“What?”

“Satan are you alright?”

“No. Do I sound like I’m alright?”

“No…”

“Then go away.” His words hurt but you understood, he needed time alone before he could think rationally about it all and talk about it. He had to let his wrath calm down so you could talk about it, the perks of the Demon of Wrath having a soft spot for you.

“If you need to talk, then please come and see me. Okay?” You awaited his response but nothing came, so unfortunately you had to use a last resort. “Satan, will you come and see me about all of this when you’ve calmed down?”

“Y-yes.” The spell worked and he told you the truth, content with his reply you hummed affirmatively and began to walk back to your room.

Beel came walking down the other side of the hall, towards the kitchen and looking for a snack no doubt.

“Hey, Beel, are you okay?”

“Hungry”

You could see his brows furrowing as his eyes shone with a desperate tone, his stomach growling as evidence of his words. You chuckled and placed a hand on his bicep before stopping and tugging at the clothes, Beelzebub looked down at you with raised eyebrows and gave a confused hum.

“Beel do- do you really think you’re more handsome than Asmodeus?” His eyes widened before he sighed and looked away.

”Hmmmm, yes and- and no, I work hard to keep myself fit, Asmo works hard to keep himself looking like- him- I dunno I just feel like I work more to keep looking this way”

You looked at him with a newfound sense of awe, the gluttonous demon’s honesty making you feel just that little bit sad that his hard work to keep fit and healthy goes more unnoticed than Asmodeus’ work.

“Yeah you do have a point, this honesty thing is really hard to keep black and white when it’s all such a grey area…” Beel smiled at you and placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair slightly and giving a small chuckle.

“It’ll be okay, we have you MC! You always get us out in the end” his reassuring words and smile brought a warmth to your chest, you wrapped your mug free hand around what you could of him and gave Beel a hug, his appreciative hum telling you he enjoyed it.

“There’s a Toad Mucus doughnut in the fridge that has my name on it, you can have it as a thank you” Beel’s eyes widened and he smiled thanking you silently.

You walked off to your room and proceeded to study for the night, cramming in as much research for your schoolwork before heading off to bed, still worried about Satan. He hadn’t come to visit you, even though he said he would and being under a truth spell means he wouldn’t have been able to lie.

Was he still angry? Was his room burning? Was everything smashed? As you spiralled into your thoughts a knock came at the door, and it didn’t even wait for you to say enter before opening.

Satan stood at the door frame as you popped your head out of the covers, he was dressed down in a t-shirt and some slacks and a slight frown on his face as he stood there. In the dim light he looked so small, frail and fragile as his emotions were laid bare amongst the two of you, his eyes averted as he lingered at the door.

“Do you want to come in?” You whispered, not wanting to disturb his delicate state.

“Yes…” You sat up and pat the space next to you signalling for him to join you. He closed the door and shuffled towards you before kneeling on the bed and sitting down in the space you had pat.

“Are you feeling better?”

He nodded and murmured, “I am”

“Good, I’m glad” you looked down at his hand, resting on the bed, curious whether he’d allow you to take it in this moment of fragility.

The silence was thick and impossible to cut through, you didn’t know what words you wanted to say, or what he wanted to hear. It was just the soft sounds of the echoes in the night, floorboards creaking and the sound of the heating system running through the pipes.

Satan grunted softly as he shifted around, it was so unlike him to come to you without knowing what he wanted, or what he even wished to ask in that moment. You both just sat there in the desolate silence, either enjoying eachothers company or desperately searching for something to break the tension.

“Did you break a lot?” Your voice could barely be heard even though silence was enveloping you both, Satan winced at your words and sighed.

“Yes, I did” you could hear the disdain in his voice, almost frightened by his own anger, as he curled up into his knees, chin resting upon his knees as you stared absentmindedly.

“I’ll help you tidy it tomorrow, would you like to sleep here tonight?” Your question took him by surprise, a gasp echoing into the night as your hands fiddled around with each other anxiously, sweat beginning to pool within your palm.

“I would” seeing his vulnerability laid out so bare just continued to take your breath away, you reached for the duvet and pulled it back, inviting him in. As you both shuffled around in the darkness, legs sliding into the covers and light grunts echoing amongst the rustling of fabric, your hands got tangled and ended up upon each other. Time stood still.

You stared down at your hands, breath hitching in your throat. What should you do? Should you pull away from him? Did Satan even want to hold your hand, was he enjoying this as much as you were?

His fingers curled around yours, body leaning in closer as his other hand came to your arm, thumb tentatively rubbing at your skin, heat crackling out from the contact as your breath quickened. You had no clue how one person could make you feel like this, a simple touch reducing you to a mumbling mess with sweat pooling at the base of your hairline.

His lips were an inch away from yours, hesitation in his breath as his jaw trembled, eyebrows twitching as his eyes darted around your face, taking in your structure, memorising it, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Nothing in your language told him to stop, the tremble of your breath merely activated by his intrusion as you leaned your face into his, the skin of your lips barely grazing over one another as your breath intermingled.

“Do you want to kiss me, Satan?” You barely finished your question before he replied, his voice shaking, all the confidence he placed in front of himself before his brothers vanished, the weak side of him being the only part he showed you now.

“I do, I have for weeks… longer than I’d care to admit” he leaned forward and closed the gap lips tingling against each other as your chest fluttered, the feeling that you’d been aching for was finally happening. Satan was kissing you and your whole body was melting into it, your fingers playing around and entwining with his, your other hand reaching out and resting upon his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours, breath trembling as he gave a single breathy chuckle.

“You taste exactly like I thought you would” you returned the laugh and leaned in to kiss him again, pushing your body closer to his and leaning your head into his touch, deepening the kiss. The hand on your arm worked down, along your waist, and rested upon your hip with the tips of his fingers sliding into the hem of your shirt. Satan liften himself onto his knees and crawled towards you, his body over shadowing yours as you leaned back and let him take you.

Your lips battled against each other as the heat kept rising, your bodies desperately trying to get closer as his chest rested upon yours, hand sliding up the crook of your back as his other hand supported his weight. One of Satan’s knees came between your legs, his other touching the side of your leg.

You grunted against his lips as your hand pulled him closer, his moans were soft and mewling, the hand at your side coming to your legs as you anchored it around the back of his knee, the sensation of his fingers sliding along your bare thigh making stars enter your vision.

Your hands tugged at his shirt, eager to remove the clothes, eager to just see and feel more of him within your grasp, his skin burning against your bare knuckles as they grazed fleetingly against his flesh in your hurried attempts to undress.

“Do you want this?” Satan pulled away from you and leaned his forehead against yours, the moment hanging in the air as you both lost yourselves within each other. You nuzzled your head into his just a little and snaked a hand up his shirt, feeling his skin shudder under your finger’s languid gaze.

“I do, Satan, I really do” your reply was hasty, eager to feel his lips upon yours again, your knee lifting up and softly caressing his groin and hardening erection. He sighed happily and returned to kissing you, the hand upon your back coming around and exploring your stomach, a shaky gasp echoing into his lips as your skin burned under the tips of his fingers.

You gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up over his head, forcing both of you to part so you could receive what you so desperately craved. His skin looked flawless, your eyes widening in the dim light as your fingers shakily reached out to caress him. He had seemed so delicate before, you were scared to touch him lest he break under your hungry appetite, eager to have more of him around you, on you, within you.

“Touch me, please, I need you to” words you never expected to hear from Satan, he always seemed so composed and proud, but he was putty in front of you, half-lidded and desperate.

You nodded and sat up onto your knees, placing your lips upon his chest and dotting soft kisses along the top of his pecs and up his neck. His skin felt so warm, inviting you to touch it all over, your hands running along his chest and caressing the soft blonde hairs as your palms were gliding over his skin. His breath echoed in the night, raspy and desperate, his chest shakily shuddering under your touch. He leaned into your touch as soon as he felt it, your kisses on his jaw causing Satan to dip down into you, your hands drawing his body closer with each slight sensation until he was almost on top of you once again.

“I can’t wait anymore” his voice was low and dripping with his lust for you, a soft sweet melody accompanied by the lyrics you had so desperately craved for him to sing to you. His hand tugged your shirt over your head to reveal your chest, nipples perking up harder at the sudden hit of cool air. Satan wasted no time, he wasn’t joking around when he said he couldn't wait for you any longer, his mouth was already kissing around one of your nipples, and his hand sliding down your shoulder to your chest with the perked bud resting comfortably between the tips of his fingers.

A slight mewl escaped your throat as he licked at your skin, your stomach heating up with the newfound arousal, each touch beckoning you to melt within his grasp. Everytime Satan pulled away you could feel his breath on the wetness of your nipple and each time it drove you crazy, a shudder ringing it’s way up your spine accompanied by a sweet groan of his name. His other hand was stroking along your waist desperate to remain close to you as your body went limp in his grasp.

His knee was between your thighs and softly grinding against your clothed groin, your leg lifting and rubbing on his hip and upper thigh as your hands came to his neck and hair. One cupping his jawline with your thumb softly rubbing against his cheek as your other hand entwined within his golden locks, fingertips massaging his scalp begging him not to leave your chest. Satan was only too happy to comply, his tongue hungrily lapping at the bud, teeth nibbling at the skin, his fingers pinching your arousals, you could hardly control yourself. Your back was arching in pleasure and your hips working against you to grind your groin into his leg just to feel more of him upon you.

Satans lips left your nipple, the bud screaming out for him to return but it was soon silenced as he made his way down your abdomen, leaving a kissing trail so he could find his way back in the darkness. Your hands followed suit, remaining in his hair and upon the side of his neck and softly fondling his skin and hair as he silently worshipped you. Soft kisses and heated breaths were the only thing breaking the sexual tensions along with the soft darling of fabrics against the bed spread.

Satan’s head came to your groin and he nuzzled his nose into the areas just above the waistband of your trousers as his hands cupped the outer sides of your thighs, lifting them up slightly. The demon grazed his nose against the fabric of your crotch before dragging his lips on the inner of your thigh, your stomach flipping as shockwaves coursed through your skin, each nerve on end, every hair standing up as you gasped Satan’s name. His hands were so deft, lightly holding onto your thighs as he kissed your skin, taking your scent in with deep breaths and holding onto it for a few seconds just so he could savour it.

Your hips rolled around as you got more and more aroused, his hands sending flames through your nerves with each passing graze, green fingernails digging into your skin slightly. His lips continued to kiss around both of your thighs, going between left and right and giving them both equal time as he worshipped your skin.

After a while you became restless, wanting to give him a semblance of the same pleasure he was giving to you. You leaned up onto your elbow and threaded your hand back into his hair, alerting him to your ideas, a soft hum escaping him as he understood the look in your eyes.

“Please?” you whispered as he smiled at you, pressing one last kiss on your thigh before crawling back up over you and kissing your lips. In this moment you took it upon yourself to change it over, maneuvering your bodies so you were on top of him, your freshly kissed thigh between his legs and a hand resting upon his stomach. The soft muscle of his abdomen and his barely visible hairs felt upon your fingers as they caressed over his skin, a slight shudder felt through his breath as you leaned into the kiss even more.

His erection was at the forefront of your mind, the clothed muscle grinding softly against your lower stomach as your bodies rubbed together. You parted from his lips but not his skin, darting back to kiss down his chin, down his jaw and ending up on his shoulder sucking softly at the flesh between bites, nibbles, and kisses. It was Satan’s turn to become unravelled, his hips rolling into yours and softly grinding his dick against the bare flesh of your stomach.

You pressed your hand down onto him, silently telling him to desist so you could work your magic. Satan reluctantly stopped his hips and leaned his head back as your hand travelled down, palming his erection over his slacks, a soft gasp escaping his mouth as he sighed in relief. He was warm, even through the fabric, you could feel his dick twitching under your grasp as you massaged it slowly. You leaned down and kissed his chest, getting closer to his nipples with each lingering peck, your hand continued to massage his erection, the soft rustling of fabric against flesh filling the room.

Satan’s breathy moans spurred you on, hand clasping the waistband of his trousers and sliding them down, slowly revealing him in the most teasing of ways. His hips rolled around in an effort to quicken your pace but you kept steady, kissing the area around his nipple and denying him the touch he so desperately craved. A light grunt came from him as he looked up at you, a playful plea in his eye, aching for you to hurry.

The trousers, along with his underwear, were slid down and Satan’s erection popped out, lightly slapping his stomach as his hips jolted up. You smirked against his skin before softly grasping his dick, thumb square on the base of his head and massaging in tiny little circles over one of his veins, and slowly rubbing up and down the top of his shaft.

His breathing was erratic, chest heaving with tiny gasps as his body twitched with pleasure. You brought your tongue down onto the sensitive skin of his nipple and began to lick small, concentric, circles over his hardened bud, and for the first time, Satan audibly moaned. A moan that meant something, it could have been an echo of your name, you couldn’t make it out but this was progress. Satan was opening up and letting you in, letting you see this vulnerable side, the side of him that you drove wild, the side of him that was so obsessed with you that it was hard to even breathe around you without becoming enthralled.

His whole body was reacting to you, chest heaving with anticipation, hips rolling around with your teasing touches, breath getting hotter with each adrenaline fueled shock to his nerves. You began to pump his dick, hand working slowly along the shaft and keeping in time to the sensual rhythm you had both composed. Satan’s hips were rocking in time with your hand, his legs twitching as your thumbed over veins and skin, breath quickening, then halting as he took your touch in, before exhaling his tensions.

“MC- hah- that fe-” you shushed him as you looked up at his flushed face and knitted brows telling you everything you needed to know. You kissed his chest and began to move your lips downwards planting small smooches along various parts of his stomach and abdomen as you travelled down towards his erection. As you came to his neatly trimmed pubic hair Satan’s breath hitched in his throat, anticipation taking over his whole being as he found himself unable to breathe, hoping to feel the entirety of the pleasure you were about to grant him.

Your hand was still on his shaft, body sliding between his legs as you had travelled further down the bed. You kissed around the base of his dick, towards his balls, and moved his dick to softly graze along your cheek as you passed. The tiniest breaths escaped Satan as he looked down at you worshipping his skin with the daintiest of kisses dotted around his balls and the base of his dick. His hands gripped the bedsheet beside him, his knuckles bare white as your lips kissed up and along his shaft.

As you came to the tip you looked up at Satan and smiled at him, admiring his desperate lust and breathy sighs. Your hand pumped his dick a few more times as your lips were teasingly smiling against the tip, his breathy pleas becoming more erratic, brows furrowing down as he got impatient. You smirked before sticking your tongue out and licking along his slit, the precum dripping from the hole salty upon your tastebuds. Satan hissed in pleasure and his head dropped back onto the bed as your tongue licked up and down along the slit of his head.

A low moan escaped him as your tongue rolled it’s way around his dick, slicking it up with your spit before taking it within your mouth and bobbing your head up and down the top of his shaft. Another moan, slow and drawn out, as you took him within your mouth and moving your head up and down, your hand clutching the base and massaging it gently with the tips of your fingers digging in slightly. Satan’s hips began to rock slightly as he lifted the sheets within his hands, fabric rustling along with the soft mewls of the night. Satan’s soft grunts and moans as you pleasured him only made you want to continue like this, keeping him all to yourself but the deepinging hunger in your stomach only demanded that he pleasure you, too.

It had been a few minutes of your mouth around Satan’s cock, his hips rolling around as he panted in agonistic pleasure. You pulled off of him, enticing a small whine as he looked at you with lust-filled, half lidded, eyes that screamed for release. His face was flushed, eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you with an open mouth and heaving breaths.

“MC?” Satan’s voice was shaky as he leaned up on his elbows, releasing the bed sheets from his grasp and lifting his knees slightly as you dotted kisses around the base of his stomach, slowly making your way up to his chest and sucking lighty at a spot upon his neck causing his to suck in another breath and to wake him from his lustful hypnosis, and wake up he did. His hand came to your waist and you both moved around with each other, his leg coming between your knees as he kissed your lips deeply.

Satan moved his face and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and began to bite and suck at the skin of your shoulder, his hand slowly moving down to your waistband as his finger tips danced around the skin of your stomach taking in all of the crevices, every dip and turn of your flesh bore into his mind as he memorised your body through his touches. Everywhere he felt you sent tingles through your body, the heat in your stomach rising as he closed in on the waistband of your trousers.

As Satan’s fingers slipped into your clothing, under the trousers and within your underwear, you rocked your hips into his waiting touch. The sensation of him touching you was heaven, coupled with the feeling of his lips upon your skin causing you to become winded. His teeth softly biting down into your flesh a small amount of pain but mostly pleasure, the adrenaline covering anything that wasn't rapture in that moment. You could feel his tongue within his mouth as he bit you, rolling around on your skin desperately marking you as his with saliva.

His fingers slid down further and you raised your knee to accommodate the invasion, his fingers slick with your horny juices as he travelled further to your hole. Your trousers became a nuisance, getting in the way of his conquest. He huffed and moved back to rip them from you before taking his own off, leaving you both naked and desperate. No time to admire before he places your leg over his shoulder, leaning your body to the side while he sucked on the fingers he was going to enter within you, slicking them up for his grand entrance.

Once again Satan leaned down to kiss you while placing his fingers at your hole, one of the tips circling around slightly as your hips twitched into the touch. You brought your hands up to his face and cupped his cheeks, your fingers pushing away and entwining within the strands of hair that had fallen onto his face and stuck to the sweat of his brow. Your knee anchored on his hip as Satan tentatively inserted a finger within you, the tip moving further and further in, slowly and timid as your breath hitched within his mouth. You sucked in his remaining air as your back arched and your lips were ripped away from his, a sharp breath at the feeling of his finger within you, stretching your hole just a little.

“Hah!” a shrill gasp as Satan curled his finger within you and you felt yourself stretch just that little bit more, he smirked at the twisted pleasure on your face admiring the way he made you feel under his hands. Once again he memorised the way you looked right now, making sure he could remember it or time later in his life where, perhaps, you weren't around for him to have an, up and close, personal view. Another finger was inserted within you as Satan made an appreciative grunt, admiring how you were writhing and moaning along with his fingers.

“MC you look so beautiful” he whispered into your ear and you smiled in response taking fistfuls of his hair and softly pulling him towards you to plant a kiss on his lips as he thrusted his fingers within you, deeper and deeper until his knuckle was rubbing against your ass cheek. You were moaning into his lips and grinding into him with your hips, your groin slightly grazing against the skin of his thigh in an eager attempt to feel more of him on you.

With each thrust of his fingers your stomach flipped, an echoing chasm of arousal that sparked each nerve in your body as Satan’s fingers worked within you. It hadn’t been long but you could already feel your orgasm rising, that unmistakable thrumming of your groin as your muscles lightly contracted around his digits.

Satan’s fingers stopped and he smirked into your kiss, “already?” Pride was radiating from him as he slipped his fingers out of you, your hands unthreading from his hair as the thrum of your arousal dimmed down, still there but becoming dormant. Your breath was no longer quick and raspy; it mellowed out as you leaned towards Satan, slowly lifting your body up and dragging your hands down to his waist.

“Satan I-” you kissed his lips and began to move yourself around, switching your positions one more time, “-let me touch you, please?” Satan stuttered, his eyes glazing over as he darted between your own. Hesitantly he nodded, pride receding back as he let himself calm down once again, you understood him so well. Asking permission for you to see him in this vulnerable state only made him care for you more, he wanted to show you it, he craved the intimacy of you knowing him like that.

You smiled and took a breathy sigh, reassuring yourself and letting Satan feel comfortable with his decision. The sheets rustled as you moved down between his legs, your arms sinking below his thighs and pulling them up over your shoulders as you lay down between his knees. His dick lightly hit his stomach as you liften Satan’s hips and spread his ass cheeks, showing you his asshole. Your hands were cupping a cheek each and you licked your lips in anticipation of your next meal, his ass looked so inviting and the blush dusting his cheeks only attested to that.

With desperate anticipation you leaned down and licked at his hole his thighs shuddering against your shoulders as Satan gasped in pleasure once more. He tasted immaculate and your tongue only wanted to go deeper, you rolled it around the tight skin and savoured his flavour listening in on the sharp breaths of his pleasure. Satan’’s cock started twitching as you ate him out so you reached one of your hands over and began to pump it, lightly grasping the flesh and massaging it gently.

Satan moaned out your name as his thighs twitched and convulved next to your head, your own sense of pride radiating from within as he melted in your grasp. Once again he gripped the bed sheets to ground himself in his euphoric moans, your name cascading from his lips as his legs twitched in pleasure. You relished in his delighted whimpers, over stimulated with pleasure from your tongue and hand.

“M-Mc I’m-” Satan’s hips were bucking around, restless with their movements, a sweat once again on his brow as his orgasm drew near.

“Hush darling” you whispered, bringing your mouth away from his ass and kissing along the skin as you lay his hips back down onto the bed. All the way up his body Satan trembled at each kiss you dotted upon his skin, your legs coming to each side of his hips as you leaned down, ass in the air, and kissed his nipple. “Are you ready?”

“I am, I- I’m already close though” you smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your hand, “don’t you worry about that” he needed the reassurance that you would be fine if he came first. Satan smiled back and brought his hand up to yours to grasp it lightly. You leaned down and kissed his hand, then his forehead, and finally, his lips, before lowering your hips down and teasing your hole above his penis.

You rocked your hips against the tip of his cock, slightly taunting him as you kissed Satan deeply. His breath hitched as you slid yourself down and slowly entered him within you, a shockwave rupturing your nervous system as you finally got the satisfaction of what you had been craving. Satan hissed and pulled away from your lips his hand gripping yours as his breath hitched once more. You continued to slowly sink down onto him, his dick filling you up in all the right ways as your breath quickened, that pit in your stomach echoing into your chest as pleasure took over your soul.

A soft moan escaped both of you in unison, the feeling obviously mutual as both of you sighed in pleasure. Satan brought his hands to your hips as you lifted them up, your chest tightening as his dick pleasured you, electric running through your veins as you continued to fuck him. Your legs twitched at his sides and Satan’s convulsed behind you as you connected, the light slapping of flesh and your breathy moans ringing within the room as your muscles screamed out in rapture.

Satan became more confident as you both continued, anchoring his feet into the bed and lifting you up with his hips before dragging himself out of you and slamming himself within you. With each thrust of his hips your vision became clouded, words struggling to form within your head, all you could think about was the insurmountable pleasure you were receiving from Satan in this moment. Your moans became mindless babbles and the same happened for Satan, his thrusts becoming erratic and out of rhythm as fatigue pooled in droplets of sweat upon his brow.

You leaned down and kissed him, planting your hips onto his and forcing them down onto the bed once more, and then with your own rhythm you took over the pleasure. Both of your brows were knitted together and you sloppily kissed each other through the gratuitous sex, Satan’s dick touching your walls in every heavenly way you could imagine as you lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

His hands gripped at your hips, fingernails digging into your skin, before muttering your name through his raspy moans. His legs were twitching and you could feel the tension within his body as his orgasm climbed, you were closing in too but not as near as Satan.

“I- I’m-”

“Cum for me Satan, please?” You begged him in a hushed tone, lips right by his ear as he gasped in satisfaction. His breath was shaky as he nodded silently, eyes glazing over with tears as he absent-mindedly thrust his hips into you a few more times before crying out in a muffled whimper as he came within you. His cock pumping his seed into you as Satan’s chest heaved with his rapturous breaths, stray tears fell from his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling of your room. As he came down from his high you kissed his cheek and nuzzled your nose into his skin, offering him reassuring compliments.

“You didn’t cum, here let me” his dick was still within you but Satan moved his hand to your groin and began to massage you, the still waters of your orgasm once again rekindled as your hips moved with his fingers, you had been close before and the edging had only done wonders for your climax as his fingers danced and maneuvered around the most sensitive points. Your breaths became loose once again, disheveled through his tender touches, and soon enough you were cumming. Your back arched, planting your chest against his, as you muttered his name over and over again into his ear, your walls closing around his softening dick within you in sheer pleasure.

“Hah- hah- ahh~” you could do nothing but breathe your moans as you came down, the orgasm taking any energy you had previously causing you to slump on top of him, Satan’s hand wrapping around you and pulling you in close with nary a hair between your skin.

“That was-” he smiled with a breathy chuckle, “amazing”

“Really?”

“Yes, I mean it. All those night’s yearning to know what you felt like within my arms, I’m glad to know it’s better than I was letting myself believe”

“I feel the same” you lifted yourself up and placed a kiss on his cheek, stopping to appreciate the lovelorn glaze over his eyes.

“We should go to sleep soon,” he admitted with a tone of disappointment.

“At least we’ll wake up next to each other” you kissed him again before peeling yourself off of his chest, your sweat mixed in together with each other’s juices. “I’m going to go and clean up, okay? I’ll be back soon” Satan nodded and you quickly redressed and left for the bathroom.

Once you returned Satan was fast asleep on your bed with his boxer shorts hastily pulled on in his tired state. You smiled and walked over to join him, pulling the sheet over you both and placing a small kiss on his forehead, your own silent goodnight.

#Bal writes #satan x reader #obey me satan #NSFW//#obey me lucifer #Obey me beelzebub #Obey me Mammon #obey me leviathan #commission piece #obey me asmodeus #Obey me Belphegor

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fairymagicheart1 · 4 years

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The Very Odd Couple

(It took a while but this is my first fanfic since I went through the passing of my grandma, so I hope you all love this! This is more of a buddy fic between my OC Tati and Donnie, and yes the title is a reference to the classic 1968 movie The Odd Couple.. for obvious reasons here. xD

Yes this is for saving our Rise boys! Please @nickelodeon @nickanimation @netflix please pick them up for continuing them!)

It clearly was supposed to be a peaceful night of pizza and Lou Jitsu movie marathon.. but there was trouble to that plan.

Standing between the last slice of pizza on the table was Tati and Donnie, clearly another of their usual competitions and bickering that has become common soon after Tati began living and training with them.

"Donnie, it would be easier with a duplication spell?" Tati said, she had a smirk and tried to pull the plate and ready to use said spell, but Donnie snatched the plate with one of the mechanical arms of his spider shell.

"A simple precise cut is much more easier and effective for the sharing of the last pizza, especially with my area of expertise with technology." Donnie bragged and pressed a button on his tech-bo to switch it to laser mode. "Oh and burn us like the last time?" Retorted Tati.

The remaining three turtles, Splinter, April, and Nessa were just helplessly watching the bickering. "Shouldn't we try to stop them?" April asked, frankly for all.. it was getting to be too much lately; Tati was just as proud of her mystical fairy abilities almost as much as Donnie's own abilities in technology. Splinter was even tapping his fingers on his arm rest in growing frustration at the constant arguments.

"At least it won't blow us off the roof of a 12 story building with your so called Air Swipe attack?" Donnie sarcastically said back, using air quotations and Tati learned on the table now doing a mystic spell/tech tug of war with the pizza slice. "THAT was an accident during practice and you know it Techy!!"

It was a pull and tug battle and it was getting heated.. until Splinter leaped from his chair and pulled the slice away and caused the two to land in a pile. "ENOUGH!! Both of you!" Called out Splinter, now both teens looked up to Splinter's steamed face; the argument clearly had annoyed him greatly. "You know it's kinda ironic how you two argue but can be so much like each other." Raph spoke up with a slight smile.

Though getting back up, they both spoke at the same time. "What me, him/her?! We're nothing alike!" They then both faced each other steamed.

Before another word can be spoken, Splinter jumped to separate them with a loud. "To your rooms! Tomorrow there will be training.. for you both only!" And with that, Tati and Donnie had no choice but to do so..

Through this silence, April spoke up and they all have a look that screams unease. "Uh Splints? You sure you got a great plan? I love them both but Donnie and Tati look like they're almost ready to tear each other apart." She said while Leo just leaned back. "Totally cheering for my girlfriend by the way." Though at that Splinter just made his chair tip over and fell to the ground with a yelp.

"Oh I have just the plan for this and it will take more than just one parent.." Splinter said with a grin and pulled out a hand sized crystal piece.. "I just need to make a call." He walked away, leaving confused looks on the group's faces.. though Nessa's face had more of a look of knowing.

It was the next morning when Tati and Donnie were already up in the kitchen for breakfast.. still clearly ticked off from last night though Splinter came into the room and wasn't alone as Tati nearly choked in surprise. There standing with her arms crossed was Tati's own mother Queen Himari. "Mother?! What are you doing here?" Tati asked in surprised yet slightly fearful..

"My daughter, Splinter called me here for my help on this training.." Himari explained.. now they told the idea... and the unison shouts came soon after from the two teens and it rattled the doors!

"WHAT?!?! Spend the whole day with HIM/HER?!?!" Cried both Tati and Donnie in horror, clearly obvious that this plan does not sit well with them and that was expected.. so Himari herself nodded, her hand raised to Tati and a zap came to her cloaking T-symbol pin. "This spell lasts for exactly 24 hours, this keeps you from using your mystical abilities." Himari explained and Splinter quickly grabbed Donnie's gear, his battle shell, gauntlet, his goggles and tech-bo! "And until then, Donnie will not be using his tech! You both must learn to respect each other as a team on equal ground." Splinter said in this moment of seriousness ans Himari nodded in agreement. "And for you both to respect your abilities, not to use them for ridiculous fights and competitions."

The two teens both clearly were to argue back.. if not the two parental figures have gave their stern glares (hence anime fires behind them) Donnie and Tati knew.. they had to spend the day together, so they were on the surface now; Donnie in his hoodie sweater and Tati wearing her jacket, walking together.

"Great, a full 24 hours without tech or even without even the use of phones?! The great Pizza Supreme in the sky may take me now!" Donnie exclaimed with such a dramatic expression. "You went on a full on mission without tech before.. Twice?" Tati replied, though rather being sarcastic.. then a cheerful voice piped up behind them.

"Never fear! Todd the Friendship Counselor is here!" Said the sweet and overly excited mutant Capybara Todd.

"Todd?! How did you-!?" Tati cried out in surprise. "Let me guess.. Dad and her mom called you in for backup?" Donnie asked with a deadpan expression and tone. In which Todd pulled both Tati and Donnie and a tight hug. "By the end of this day, I just know you two will become the best of buddies!" He said cheerfully, the two weren't as thrilled as he was.. even they know Todd means very well. "Yeah.. this is gonna end well.." Tati said in a deadpan expression.

Though it was from the shadows, three hidden figures smirked from the shadows..

Now at an outdoors pizza place, Todd had Tati and Donnie sitting face to face and both equally share a look of unimpressive expressions, arms crossed on the surface. Todd sat on the stool where he can face both of them. "So let's see, why don't one of you start off by saying something nice?" Todd instructed.. which still caused silence to follow.

"Donnie? Doesn't Tati have the cleanest hair?" Todd said, trying to start things off.

Taking a breath, Tati regained herself.. "Well Donnie is great with his tech.. if it wasn't for that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Milk Thief thing that nearly fried me?" She said in a passive aggressive way as Donnie just narrowed his eyes. "What you expect me to eat dry cereal?" Donnie just said equally as such.. they both glared, electricity zapping from all around. But Todd was undeterred! "Don't worry! We still got 12 hours of fun together!" He said as both teens have fallen backwards with exasperated groans.

"Well yes but she's always the one who ties up the bathroom for 3 hours every morning?" The technology minded turtle just pointed an accusing finger at the mystic fairy.

"Hey I was trying to get my makeup done, I like looking my best?" Tati snapped but Todd intervined. "Hey now we're trying to say nice things?" He said still trying to keep the peace.

*segue into montage*

After the pizza and through the daytime, Todd was making sure the two were doing buddy themed activities; video games at the arcade (getting into a competitive argument in between when Donnie cheated again.)

Basketball (Donnie still has a horrible toss and Tati made a basket which bounced off his head.)

And now a quick browsing trip in a clothes store. At this time both teens had finally managed to relax.

Tati was looking at some cute tops and dresses while Donnie just looked at some fabulous jackets. "You know this wasn't so bad.. never ever done this kind of day off before." Tati said offhand, which Donnie looked towards her at that.

"That's.. surprising.. I thought a princess like you got to do whatever and whenever you want at the snap of your fingers?" Donnie replied, Tati put away the dress. "Yeah right.. everyday was a constant and useless schedule of so called ladylike lessons, it was very rare that I even get to spend at least more than 3 hours with my mother and siblings." Tati explained, gritting her teeth at the memory of it.. but then looked back to Donnie, a flash of realization, if it wasn't for them.. she would've gone back to that life. "I'd give anything to have what you have.. even admittedly that skill in tech."

Donnie gave a wry smile, even chuckling at the memory of how hard it was for the mystic fairy to get around tech in the beginning. He's noticed that she now gotten some improvement.. even if the other day she still confuses the remote with the phone.

"Still I thought.. you hated me or something.." Donnie said in a rare honest tone, Tati looked at Donnie with a shocked look. "Donatello why would.." Tati started but then the store lights started flickering and the floor started to shake. Totally means trouble and they both rushed out fast.

"Oh just typical New York stuff.. uh Todd, maybe you should go on ahead and we'll catch up?" Tati suggested with a nervous grin, she didn't want Todd in the crossfire..

There was a 10 foot tall robot with a shogan like headgear and large gauntlets (like something out of Gurren Lagann) Tati had her hand in front of her open gaped mouth and was wide eyed. Tati turned to Todd who came to join them. "What's the excitement?" Asked Todd, blissfully oblivious. Tati clapped her hands together fast.

"Okey-dokey!!" He skipped off, leaving Tati to sigh in relief.

"The one time we don't have gear or powers then trouble starts?! Sure this was a great idea Papa!!" Donnie exclaimed loudly and slapped his face covered.

"Aww is little tech turtle having a bad day?" Said a condescending female voice and both teens looked to see it was the Purple Dragon Tech Club! Kendra smirked with Jase and Jeremy standing behind her, Jase was the one holding the remote control for the robot.

Donnie shot a look but narrowed his eyes in distaste at the group. "I should've known.. the Purple Dragon Tech Club? Shouldn't you all be under house arrest?"

"Purple Dragon Tech Club? Those crazy kids you told me about?" Tati quickly asked before the robot had swung fast and knocked over Donnie and pushed Tati a fair distance. "And Ow!!" Donnie said holding his head.

Kendra smirked at the opportunity now to smash Donnie once and for all. "Jase, smash the turtle!"

Donnie held his head, looked up and stared wide eyed up at the impending robot arm about to hit him, but at that moment, a recovered Tati's eyes shimmered and screamed out "DONNIE!!!" She sprang up and ran so fast.. as if she was tapping into her Air powers now! She managed to push Donnie and both of them rolled out of the way as the robot just smashed the pavement.

"Ugh! Get them!!" Cried out an irritated Kendra, pointing towards the two.

The robot tried another swing but this time Donnie managed to react in time and sprinted fast enough with Tati. "Those guys.. seriously have issues!!" She cried out and now they ran before ducking into an alleyway to let the robot rush by. The two peeked out before stepping out.

As the robot came, Tati was waving her arms. "Hey down here!!" She goated and rushed towards a fire hydrant. While the robot turned towards her, Donnie took this chance before the Purple Dragons caught up, Donnie may not have his gear but this didn't stop him from ripping out the panel cover with the crowbar and he pulled the right wire to stop the leg from moving. "Boom! Ready!!"

"Hey thanks for that save.." Donnie said catching his breath, keeping a sheepish glance. "Donnie.. I know I was angry but I know I couldn't and never will hate you." Tati said, smiling to the purple banded turtle. "In fact, Todd was right.. I already thought of you like a brother." She looked at Donnie with a glance of sweetness that was shared.

"Yeah." Donnie said, Tati hugged him from the side, though now and stepped to face the oncoming robot coming back towards them. "Ok Techy let's come up with something to teach those brats a lesson.." Tati said while giving a look of determination which was shared by Donnie. "Hey Don? Their tech isn't waterproof?" She said as Donnie's lips turned to a smirk. Glancing from a nearby renovation site with a crowbar..

Tati pulled a thumbs up and did a dodge roll before the robot finally took a swing and hit the hydrant instead.

The stream of water hit the exposed panel and the robot couldn't move anyways so it shorted out and finally crashed to the ground.

"What?! How?!" Shrieked Kendra after running up, clutching her head in anger.

"You messed with the fam, you get retribution!!" Said in a loud tone of confidence from Donnie with Tati, arms crossed and smirking proudly. Then the sound of police sirens finally came rapidly.

They already got back ahead close to the manhole closest to their lair home, managing to pick up Todd along the way. "Oh man I wish I could've saw the look of their faces!" Tati laughed alongside Donnie. "I know right!" They both laughed then they shared a shared smile as Todd looked up at them both with shining eyes. "So does this mean you're both best buddies now?"

Before Kendra could try to even expose Donnie and Tati, they were already gone and left the Tech Club to their fate, getting arrested by the cops once again.

Though they both looked at each other then at Todd. "Well we could say for certain that we will be.. this is a start of it." Donnie said and Tati continued with "Yeah and besides, we're more like siblings now.. guess that's why we fought, siblings fight.." "But we'll always be family." Donnie finished as he and she shared a fist bump to Todd's joy as he hugged them both. "Friendship counseling mission complete!" He cheerfully said and the both teens laughed.

They both went home, even when they got their respective abilities and tech back, the next night..

"Donnie!" Tati said arms crossed. "Just say when Techy?" She finished actually using her levitation spell to life up one pizza box. "Ok now!" Donnie called out as each arm of his spider shell held up plates and Tati tossed up the box and duplicated every slice so that everyone got twice as much slices on each plate! Both teens now stood side by side, a grin on each face.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donnie #save rottmnt #rise oc #rise of the tmnt #saverottmnt #save rise #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt fanfic

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storiesfromasmalltown · 5 years

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My one and only Tommy Shelby x oc. Tommy and his childhood love find their way back to each other oh and there’s a baby

Tommy Shelby x oc. (Rose Donaghue)

warnings: cursing, kids?, and me not editing

“C'mon Rose, we have to go, the boys are meeting us at the Garrison!“ Shouted Ada from the doorstep on the enterance to the old townhouse Rose Donaghue had lived in for the past few years since her mother passed away leaving her a pastry shop to run. Rose was a proud woman, wouldn't ever ask for help- she was a pale, small woman, with delicate hands and dark circles under her warm hazel eyes. Her curly hair sat above her shoulders, pinned behind her ears to show of pale pearls on her ears. She pursed her soft pink lips and glared from under dark eyebrows as she walked down the stairs towards Ada. “Have mercy Ada, I don't feel so well but Johns birthday isn't an event to be missed.““Maybe you just don't want to see Tommy?“giggled Ada as if she was a child once again- inoccent and free, a girl not a widow and a mother. “It's not like that, he isn't mine, I have to accept that.““Okay miss accepting, lets get a move on before they send somebody after us.“ Said Ada noteing the sad look in her friends eyes. She knew Rose was in love with him since she was 7 when he helped her after she tripped over her dress. He was 10 and already a looker and from that day on it didn't matter what anybody said Rose always saw the boy who heleped her when she needed it. She keep every letter he sent her when he was in France and when he returned there was no more love, no more soft kisses, shy looks, soft love making...there was only a fuck when he was desperate and she loved him too much to say no. She couldn't even tell Ada she was that desperate, that she was wiling to give it all away just to have him for a second.

When they arrive the party is in full swing, Arthur is pouring whiskey from the bottle into his mouth, John is god knows where and Tommy is smiling as some girl sits on his lap, whisperes something into his ear and Rose remebers how he used to hold her like that. How his palms kept her steady on his lap as he laughed at something Arthur said. She blinked the memories away as she walked towards the bar, ordering a gin and tonic she sat beside Ada and lit a cigarette- she started smoking when he returned and wasn't hers anymore. He didn't love her so what was the point, why should she try and be who he knew. She didn't know how much time had she spent staring at a blank dot in the crowd when she started to feel sick. She made her way towards the lady's room and locked the door as she fell on her knees and threw up. “Rose, darling is that you?“asked a voice from ouside. “No?“ she tried hopeing it wasn't Polly and her mind was just playing tricks. “Open up or I'll call the boys, how much have you had to drink?“She shouted and so Rose opened the door. “One gin and tonic, but I haven't been so well for the last couple of days,I'm just sick Pol, it's okay.““When did you last bleed?“asked Polly and Rose looked away from her starring at the ceeling.“I know I'm pregnant Pol, I know I just don't want to addmit it really- I don't want to deal with it. ““Is it Tommy's?“Her question was met with silence .“It is isn't it, he uses you beacuse he knows you can't say no to him.“And at those words Rose broke down crying, sobbing in front of Polly. “Oh my sweet child, what are you going to do?““I don't know Pol, I really don't know.“sobbed out Rose. It was a tragic scene such a beautiful fragile thing sobbing on the dirty floor in a peach dress all done up for a celebration. “Oh God Pol what am I going to do, he can't know, please Polly he can never know.“ Plead the younger woman, tears streming down her cheeks as begged Polly to keep her secret. “Does Ada know?““No, I didn't have the heart to tell her.““I'll go get her and we're going to your house, we'll pack you up, and you'll go to London with Ada, I'll lie to the boys say you went on buisness, don't worry about the pastry shop I'll hire a woman to keep it and work until you return. Whatever you decide to do I will support you.Lets get you cleaned up.“ With that Polly helped Rose up of the floor and helped her fix her hair and makeup. Together they exited chatting casually as if nothing happened. They found Ada dancing, Polly feched her and together without saying a word they left.

“It will be suspicious if we leave immediatly, lets wait a bit- until she starts showing. I think she should tell him, it's his child he deserves to know.“Said Ada as she nursed a cup of tea in Roses kitchen. Rose was pacing around the dark but warm room that always had a scent of freshly baked biscuits and tea. Her short hair was now in a mess around her head, she had removed her make up but was still in the dress she had picked out for the occasion. “I could move into my mothers house, the one she left me, on the outskirts of Birmingham. I will give birth there and if I decide to keep it or give it away it will all be in plain sight, no one would bat an eye.““That could be a solution- you can mention how you're starting repairs on the house and when you start showing you will stop coming here.“ Pol said. And it was decided Rose Donaghue was going to have a baby. They all spent the night at Roses house, they laughed and chatted. Ada knew the pain and fear and Polly was like a mother after her own passed away. Rose slipped into the last comfortable sleep she would know in a while.

That morning she went to work opening up the shop, as if nothings changed Tommy walked in with an almost smile on his lips, stroling in like he owns the place as if no time has passed since he loved her she still smiled up brightly at him. “How can I help you Tommy?““I saw you left the party early last night, was wondering if you're alright.““You don't have to worry about me anymore Tommy, I'm a big girl now.““I know you are but you're still family.““I'm fine, thank you for asking.““I overheard Polly and Ada talking about you moving into your mothers house.““Yes, I was thinking that it's time for me to settle down a bit, find some peace of mind.“ He raised an eyebrow at her explanation but didn't ask anything further. To anyone just passing they would look like a pair of old friends, people who simply fell into place, puzzle peaces. There was a time when everyone tought they'd marry, before he left to fight in the great war, before her mother died. When they were yound and in love. There wasn't a person who didn't know Rose was Tommy's girl and Tommy was her boy. He used to walk her home, bring her flowers in the morning, kiss her cheek as she blushed. She used to clean up his cuts, bring him little pastrys to work and kissing his shoulder. When he returned in a matter of weeks he pushed her away, broke her heart and it never really healed. Now, now she had his child growing inside her and the only thing standing in their was was his pride and arrogance. “I'll be on my way then Rose.““Have a nice day Tommy.“With those words he left the shop where he once kissed her in the back, where she tought him how to make scones, where they would get drunk and make love until the sun came up.

Days turned into months and Rose got used to the idea of never being alone, her smal body had streched to make space for a small bump, bearly visible to a person who didn't know what they were looking for. Polly noticed as soon as Rose showed up to Arthurs party. The dress was wide but nothing really escaped her. “You're showing, Godness Rose what if he notices?““I won't be long and I'm moving tomorrow.““If who notices what?“Asked a slurring voice from behind Rose, she turned to face it and there stood a very drunk Arthur-“That the cake hasn't got any fruit in ti.““Oh my, no,no the cake needs fruit.“He mubled and stumbled away.“You need to leave now, please Rose- for the baby.““Fine I'll leave tonight- the house is set.“ From that night on Rose lived in a large house haunted by the ghosts of her childhood and a lonely feeling that came from being completley on your own far from everything you'd ever known. She spent her days speaking to her ever growing bump or setting up the nursery. She often imagine what it would be like if he was there with her. If i was him pushing around the wardrobe for the baby to satisfy her and him holding her as she slept, if it was him speaking softly to the child, him coming up with name ideas...just him being there as a promise that she wouldn't have to do it on her own. Often she just sat in the window seat of the nursery starring out at the moon or clouds, watching seasons change and fall into one another. Dark wood and soft white pillows ans blankets filled the room, books sat on a shelf and a baby cot next to a rocking chair sat in a far corner of the large room. It was beautiful and oh so empty with just her in it. Every day she brought flowers to put in the room as to make it feel a bit less lonely. Polly often came by, so did Ada and eventualy Lizzy when she found out. On that cold october morning, two months before her due Polly sat in her kitchen and spoke of the market and how buissnes was, how drunk Arthur got, how big Finn was getting and about Karl and how he had just started to walk. Ada was to return from London around Roses due date to help her find her feet.“Tommy has been asking about where you are, he's really worried Rose maybe you should tell him.He loves you whether he knows it or not.““He wouldn't want us, ma and the babe.He wants his empire.““You and that baby girl would mean the world to him.““Girl?““I have a feeling it's a girl.““I hope it is.““Ask him to come over, have him be there with you, it's his child too.““I won't tell him Polly, but if you want to I wouldn't be angry, you're just doing what you thing is the right thing for the child. I would love to have him here in this empty house but I want him to want to be here not out of duity or guilt. I want him to love us.“Said Rose placing a hand on her large belly, “she deserves love.““He's been going insane about where and how are you and why aren't you picking up. He's on the verge of a break down. Just call him over, ask him to listen, tell him the truth.““I can't.“Polly sighed and lit up another cigarette and they continued to sit quietly as rain fell outside and with it orange and red leaves fell to the ground.

“I don't give a fuck, you do your job or I kill you.“Tommy said quietly to a blinder that had the nerve to ask him a question. He's been on edge for a while now, eer since Rose stopped coming around he's been like the devil himself.Screaming and shouting at anyone and everyone, spent every night drunk and alone.He had a reoccuring nightmare about a small girl with brown curly and blue eyes calling out for him to help her but she was always swallowed by the dark befre he can get to her. So he stopped sleeping. Started smoking more, shotting more, screaming more. He often imagined Rose and himself as they were. He wished he could go back and fix it, tell her he loved her, ask her to marry him, promise that he would od better and maybe he would- no he would. Because he wouldn't ever alow anything to hurt her. Polly's knocking woke him up from his toughts.“Cme in Pol.““Why didn't you marry rose when you came back?““Where is that coming from Polly?““You were good together, she loved you, she still loves you you big oof.““Men like me cannot be loved Pol, you know that.““Oh but to her you're still an inoccent.““She needs you, she really needs you right know and one of these days you will need to show upa dnstep up and be the man who loves and supports her.““Why are you saying that Polly?““You will find out soon enough.“She picked up her purse and turned to leave his office-“You've always been loved Thomas, she never left your side.“And with that she left him with his own mind. You've always been loved Thomas rang in his head. He left the office in the middle of the night and whent home. He tried to fall asleep, tossed and turned and in the end he woke up. Hair matted from sweat he sat up in his bed and starred at the window that had a view out onto the cold street, when he couldn't sleep all he had to do was pull Rose a bit close and kiss her head, smell her hair and he would know he will always have her. He spent the night wide awake cursning at his own stupidity. When the sun came up he got dressed and made his way towards his car, he remembered the house that Roses mother grew up. He made his way to the outskirts of town towards an old but sizable brick house with green doors and a large tree in the garden. The tree under which he kissed her so many times, under which he promised to love her forever. He stood on a stone step in front of her door. He stood there for what felt like hours until he finally knocked on the door. He turned his head as the door opened.“Tommy?“said Rose, Rose who was wearing a simple house dress and a robe above it, his eyes wide as his view shifted to her large belly. “I'm sorry I didn't know you were busy. I will leave.““No please Thomas, stay. Please, Tommy,come in.““Why should I when you are having somebody elses baby.““It's yours.““Mine?““Remember that night early spring when you showed up on my doorstep? When you spent the night and left without a goodbye?““Rose, if you're lying...““Why would I, but don't worry I can rase her on my own, I don't need you Thpmas Shelby I can do this on my own, I have been doing this on my own ever since you became to prideful to be a man.““Rose, for fucks sake Rose- I love you, I have always loved you, I want to be here for you, I can be a better man, I can keep you safe please Rose just let me try, give me another chance.“He begged with those ice blue eyes. He got no response but a wider open door and a proper look at her as he walked in. Her hair was a bit longer, the curls that reached just bellow her chin when he was last that close to her now sat on her shoulders, she looked tired and worn out despite the silky robe and lack of work. He guessed she hasn't had a good nights sleep in months. “Can I touch it?“He asked her like a child once they arrived in the sitting room. He noticed the photos on the fireplace were all of them as kids, of her family, of Ada, Polly and herself and most surprising one of them before the war. “Excuse me?““The bump.““Give me your hand.“She lead his hand with hers to her large round belly. As she did so the child kicked.“Thats your father love, he's here now.““And he won't ever leave.“Said Tommy, with those words he got up and kneeled in front of her softly placing a kiss on her bump and whispering “You will always be safe little one, no one will ever hurt you.“ He got up and kissed Rose on the temple as he hadn't done in a while, held her as close as he should have done a while ago. “I was scared of what I had become, I got caught up in myself and I forgot that you were the best part of me and if I could I would like to ask to be a part of your life, to have a family, for both you and the baby to be Shelbys- please Rose, I love you. I have always loved you.“

Slowly Tommy moved into the house and they made it their own, he moved around the wardrobe as she pleased, he massaged her swollen feet and kissed her temple before he left for work. The nursery was filled up with presents from family, with photograph, storybooks and hand-me-downs from Johns and Ada's kids. The house became a home.

Winter settled in Birmingham and mid december in the small hours of the morning screams filled the house, Arthur and John drank their livers to death celebrating the birth, Thomas nursed a glass of whiskey as he listened to the screams of the love of his life as she gave birth. With her were Polly, Ada and Esme. For just a secnd everything went quiet.Not a creak was heard. And then crys started to fill the room slipping into the hallway and sitting room. A baby girl with soft curly tuffs was placed on her mothers tired chest wrapped in nothing but a towel. Esme came out with a soft smile “It's a girl Tommy, go meet your daughter.“She left to inform her drunk husband and brother in law that they have a niece. When Tommy waked in he saw Rose holding a his daughter in a soft blanket and the tears just came- he never believed he could have that. A family with the woman he loved, a child, a smiling Polly and Ada nudging each other because the big and scary Tommy Shelby was crying over his daughters birth.“Isn't she perfect?““Just like her mum.“He answered kissing her temple. “Clara Marie Shelby I promise that no one will ever harm you I promise.“

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“True, Captain Sarfin,” the Dragon answered. “I will leave the management of the whole case to your wisdom. Sula is wise in the Law also. And you both have compassion. With your permission, Mecat and I and perhaps a few others would like to observe the case as you try it.”

“It would be an honor,” said Sarfin. “How is your mate? I haven’t seen Mecat since your wedding, under the Dragon Moons.”

“She is well, thank you. Mecat has been visiting Kurin as much as she can since Kurin got to the Dragon Sea.” With that, the huge Dragon slipped silently beneath the waves and was gone.

Huld had been allowing the Soaring Bird to drift while the conversation with the Dragon went on. Now, to the sound of horns, the ship got underway and closed with the Longin’s free side. After the three ships were tied together, Sula, Sarfin and Huld went aboard the Longin to pay their respects and inquire just what in the name of all Dragons was going on.

Chapter 26: Trial

The Dark Dragon arrived while the unsetting Arctic sun was at its nadir, producing a ghostly light that filtered through low, broken clouds. The powerful hunter ship’s proud sails were filled tight like claws full of wind. The huge war catapult was carefully unloaded and released from its tension. All of the other preparations for conflict were undone with the same care and hunting blocks were again placed into the smaller catapults, rendering them nearly useless for battle. Long Wing Ray fang knives were handed back into the ship’s armory along with pikes, spears and crossbows.

Sula knew exactly how her ship was disarming and Sarfin now had some idea of what was involved. He had seen much of the arming after all, and had watched a similar process of disarmament aboard the Soaring Bird.

Two other watchers had some idea of what they were seeing and were vastly relieved that this ship was coming in peace. Barad and Captain Tanlin. “Remember, Luve, wen ye said t’at we ‘ad naught t’ fear so long as t’ese twain were nae ‘unting us?” Tanlin asked thoughtfully.

“Indeed I do,” Barad replied soberly, “and now they are both here and we are the hunted. Yet I fear them less than the Naral fleet judge.”

That ‘morning’ as the sun climbed up and the light got better, tables and benches were set out on the deck of the Soaring Bird. One table was for Sarfin to sit at, the sole judge, as requested by Kurin’s note. Another table, close to the first, was for Sula, at Dark Iren’s request. A third table was for Captains Urson and Farrol. Urson as witness to the trial for the Council and Farrol as prosecutor. Kurin, Barad and Tanlin occupied a fourth table at the focus of the other three.

The formalities of the opening droned on, who was there, the purpose of the meeting, and all of the rest that the official record needed. Kurin listened, fidgeted and wound her fine white hair about a finger, and leafed through her impressive stack of case notes.

At last came the meat of the event. “The Specification of Charges against the Ship known as Grandalor and her Captain Barad, officers and crew,” Sarfin read. Kurin became very still, listening intently. Quietly, so as not to disturb the humans at their works, Great Sea Dragons began to surface about the Soaring Bird. In only moments, all five of the Greatest of the Great Sea Dragons were staring intently at the trial being played out before them. This audience made Captain Sarfin as edgy as a crab out of water.

Still, he forged ahead, “The First Charge is of the attempted murder of Kurin Behar Longin and the murder of the sailor Garfin Halin Grython by means of a poisonous Ord spine. The Second Charge is Flight from the Justice of the Naral fleet. The Third Charge is of piracy against the Fauline. There is also a Council Requirement for Knowledge ordering the opening of the Grandalor’s logs and all other records to determine what other charges may be in order.”

Kurin got to her feet and faced Captain Sarfin, the judge. “If it is alright with you, I can settle that last point now. As I know that you are aware, I never forget anything that I read. I have read every written thing aboard the Grandalor. I will stipulate the necessary charges. Specifically, and first, the counterfeiting of Naral fleet ship’s scrip. Second, for the last twenty two Gatherings, the Grandalor has traded in Human Indentures with the Arrakan fleet. Thirdly, the Grandalor has attacked two ships of the Naral fleet. The Fauline was rammed shortly before the recent Coriolis storm. The repairs that enabled the Fauline to survive were done by the Grandalor. The charge of piracy is denied entirely. The Longin was attacked here in the Dragon Sea, just days ago. Repairs to the Longin are still on going, financed and supplied by the Grandalor.”

The stipulations appeared to bother Sarfin a great deal. “If you are going to be the Grandalor’s advocate in these matters, Kurin, shouldn’t you try to minimize this? These charges of slavery and piracy will force executions and Scattering if they hold up at all.”

Kurin answered briskly, “Our defense will show both the reason and the legality of the issues in each case.

“In regard to the charge of counterfeiting, the Grandalor will plead guilty. Captain Barad, Mister Morgu, the Purser, and a few of the crew under his direction carried out the operation. Many sailors passed the notes. Though they suspected that the notes were counterfeit, they simply followed orders. Only those who ordered them to pass the notes and those who made the notes were actually guilty.

“Now, Captain Sarfin, I have a question for you. At which Council were the counterfeits declared illegal?”

Sarfin was dumbfounded. “It has been discussed for the last five Gatherings but there were technicalities in the way of a resolution. It is theft. It was never declared illegal, per se. The Pursers met to discuss a means of ending the problem since the Council seemed unable to accomplish anything.”

Kurin leaned back in her chair, well pleased that her first point had gone home. “Hence, this issue is a civil matter. I have ordered that the Grandalor pay immediate restitution to every wronged ship. You are in the proper legal position to levy appropriate fines. I suggest that each wronged ship receive twice their losses with a like amount going to the Naral fleet.”

Sarfin shook his head, “Kurin, you are the Grandalor’s advocate. You can suggest payment. You cannot require it. Only the Court can do that.”

At this, Tanlin raised her hands for recognition. When Sarfin indicated that she might speak, she said, “Wit’ due respect, Ca’tain Sarfin, ye are wrong.” She held out for Sarfin’s inspection a bound sheaf of parchments. “We all surrendered our ship, possessions, accounts an’ every ot’er t’ing on t’e Grandalor t’ Kurin as sole owner an’ possessor. We also rendered personal surrender documents, surrenderin’ t’ ‘er an’ ‘er alone. I’ we refuse any order o’ ‘ers ‘twould be a mutiny an’ we ‘ave already suffered ane o’ t’ose.”

Sarfin looked over the bundle of parchment as if it might explode. He said critically, “The Council still has a one share legal interest in the Grandalor, as it does in every other ship in the fleet for taxation purposes.”

Kurin lolled back in her chair and said, “Look at the date of those papers. When the surrender was taken, the Grandalor was still under the Edict, as no copy of the rescission of warrant had arrived here. I quote from the Edict, ‘the reward for capture shall be the ship itself and all goods and accounts aboard, whatsoever.’ As she was stricken from the fleet rolls at the time, the Naral fleet has no claim whatsoever on her resources. When my ship is properly reinstated under command that is satisfactory to me, I will happily cede the proper single share to the Naral fleet.”

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Negotiations on a new coronavirus relief bill hit an impasse on Capitol Hill on Wednesday, leaving no clear path forward even as millions of Americans face a sudden drop in unemployment benefits, and the economy teeters on the brink.

A meeting between top White House officials and Democratic leaders ended with no agreement on extending emergency unemployment benefits that expire Friday or on reviving a moratorium on evictions that lapsed last week. That means some 20 million jobless Americans will lose $600 weekly enhanced unemployment benefits that Congress approved in March, which could send the economy reeling.

After a day of meetings, all parties declared their differences all but irreconcilable. Democrats shot down the idea of a short-term fix for unemployment insurance and the eviction moratorium, which President Trump had announced earlier Wednesday he would support. And the two parties remained far apart on a larger bill, with Democrats standing by their wide-ranging $3 trillion proposal even as Republicans struggled to coalesce around a $1 trillion bill released by Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) on Monday.

Each side said the other was to blame for the failure. Paying the price will be the unemployed at a moment of deep uncertainty and fear, with coronavirus cases spiking and states pulling back on reopening as deaths near 150,000 in the United States. The talks could get back on track in coming days, but the signs Wednesday were not promising.

“I don’t know that there is another plan, other than no deal," said White House Chief of Staff Mark Meadows. "Which will allow unemployment, enhanced unemployment, I might add, to expire. … No deal certainly becomes a greater possibility the longer these negotiations go.”

Meadows offered his dour assessment as he headed into his third straight day of meetings with House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) and Senate Minority Leader Charles E. Schumer (D-N.Y.) at the Capitol. He was no more upbeat when he came out.

“We are nowhere close to a deal,” Meadows said.

Democrats echoed his pessimistic assessment, while putting the blame on Republicans.

“Our Republican friends don’t seem to come close to meeting the moment. … They’ve put us up against the wall. We have two cliffs because they wouldn’t negotiate for months,” Schumer said.

“They’re tied in a total knot because of the disunity in their caucus, because of their inability to gather votes, because the president says one thing one day, he says another thing the other day,” Schumer added. "We want to come back and keep talking to them. But they don’t have anything to say.”

McConnell held out hope in an evening interview with PBS NewsHour, saying: “This is only Wednesday. So hope springs eternal that we’ll reach some kind of agreement, either on a broad basis or a more narrow basis to avoid having an adverse impact on unemployment.”

Earlier Wednesday Trump had called for a quick fix to address the unemployment benefits and eviction moratorium, saying other issues could wait.

“The rest of it, we’re so far apart, we don’t care, we really don’t care,” Trump told reporters outside the White House, referring to divisions between the two parties.

But Democrats called that approach wholly inadequate.

“We don’t know why the Republicans come around here with a skinny bill that does nothing to address really what’s happening with the virus, and has a little of this and a little of that. We’re not accepting that," Pelosi said. "We have to have the comprehensive full bill.”

McConnell has not embraced the piecemeal approach either, insisting any bill must include a five-year liability shield for businesses, healthcare providers and others — a non-starter for Democrats.

More than 20 million Americans remain unemployed and have been receiving a $600 weekly emergency unemployment payment that Congress approved in March, on top of whatever benefit their state offers. That extra federal benefit runs out Friday.

Democrats want to extend the extra jobless payment at its current level. The Senate GOP bill released Monday proposes cutting it to $200 weekly until states can phase in a new system that would aim to replace 70 percent of a worker’s wages before unemployment.

Underscoring the continued need, the head of the Federal Reserve said Wednesday that rising coronavirus cases since mid-June are beginning to weigh on the economy, based on consumer credit card spending and hotel occupancy data as well as some labor market indicators.

“On balance, it looks like the data are pointing to a slowing in the pace of the recovery," Federal Reserve Chair Jerome H. Powell said during a news conference Wednesday. "I want to stress it’s too early to say both how large that is and how sustained it will be.”

Powell said funding from the $2 trillion Cares Act passed in March was key to keeping people in their homes and jobs. He pointed to the success of the small-business Paycheck Protection Program for getting money directly to businesses that couldn’t necessarily have been saved through a Fed lending program.

“Lending is a particular tool, and we’re using it very aggressively, but fiscal policy is essential here," Powell said. “As I’ve said, more will be needed from all of us, and I see Congress is negotiating now over a new package, and I think that’s a good thing."

But the negotiations are not going well. Democrats want to spend three times more than Republicans on the overall bill, expected to be Congress’s last major coronavirus relief bill before the November election. They also are insisting on a new round of state and local aid, which was excluded from the GOP bill.

Some Republicans don’t want to spend any more money at all, and there are deep divisions over the $1 trillion bill McConnell released Monday, which proposes to send a new round of $1,200 stimulus checks to individual Americans and inject more money into the Paycheck Protection Program, among other provisions. McConnell said in his PBS interview that there are about 20 GOP senators who would prefer to take no additional action because of deficit concerns.

A number of Republican senators signaled Wednesday they were open to some kind of short-term, stand-alone deal — but also said there was no clarity on what that might actually entail, or on much of anything at all.

“There’s no consensus on anything,” Sen. John Cornyn (R-Tex.) told reporters twice after a closed-door lunch with Meadows and Treasury Secretary Steven Mnuchin. He described this as “A normal part of the catharsis that goes with actually getting to the solution," while noting: "We’re far away right now.”

McConnell is leaving negotiations with Democrats to Trump administration officials. The whole process has been overtaken by increasingly bitter partisanship, which was on display on the Senate floor Wednesday as McConnell and Schumer traded insults.

McConnell accused Democrats of adopting a “completely unhinged position” in insisting on continuing the $600 weekly emergency unemployment benefits. Republicans say such generous payments act as a disincentive for people to return to the workforce, given that in many cases they can make more on unemployment.

Referring to Pelosi, McConnell said, “She’ll just refuse to legislate until the election and wish American families good luck dealing with the pandemic.”

Schumer denounced those comments in his own floor speech a short time later.

“This absurd, nasty insinuation by the Republican leader doesn’t pass the laugh test,” Schumer said.

As time runs out on the expanded jobless benefit, Sen. Mitt Romney (R-Utah) has started crafting an alternative unemployment insurance proposal, according to an official familiar with the draft.

The plan would allow states to choose one of two options, the official said: either a jobless benefit supplement that amounts to 80 percent of the initial wage, or a sliding scale that would amount to an additional $500 per week in August, $400 per week in September and $300 per week in October. The official spoke on the condition of anonymity to describe a plan that was still being drafted.

Trump’s push for an extension of the eviction moratorium came even though the GOP legislation released by McConnell did not include it. The eviction moratorium provision, which was passed as part of the Cares Act in March, shielded 12 million renters nationwide from eviction — but it expired Friday. House Democrats have pushed for it to be extended.

A federal eviction moratorium is ending. Here’s what renters should know.

Larry Kudlow, the president’s top economic adviser, suggested Sunday the administration would back extending the moratorium. He then clarified Monday on Fox News that the administration was pushing an extension in forbearance for homeowners — allowing them to delay payments on their mortgages — but that the administration was still studying the eviction moratorium. That measure prevented renters from being evicted from properties with mortgages backed by the federal government.

Trump also said Wednesday he would continue to demand nearly $1.8 billion for a new FBI building at its present site, near his hotel in downtown Washington.

McConnell and multiple other Republicans have said they oppose inclusion of the FBI headquarters provision.

“Then Republicans should go back to school and learn. They need a new building … and we can do it very easily,” Trump said.

Congress passed four bipartisan bills in March and April, injecting about $3 trillion into the economy as the coronavirus began its deadly and economically devastating march across the country. At the time lawmakers hoped the pandemic would die down; instead it’s been spiking in many places.

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When Nick Fury finally catches the Ex-Shield Agent knowns Black Ice, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.

You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.

Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.

Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.

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Chapter Two - Batman and Supergirl

You couldn’t move, your arms were packed close to your sides and there was no room. Your heart beat erratically in your chest as you swallowed your whimpers, trying desperately not to make a noise. Something dripped onto your face and ran down it, something warm and thick and metallic smelling. Another drop splashed down on you and you realised it was blood.

You were trapped and scared and nobody was coming to help you. You tried to scream but no noise came out, you couldn’t get the noise out. You heard someone yelling your name and tried to call for help but you couldn’t. The person calling you got louder and you were shaking uncontrollably. Your eyes snapped open and you gasped. You weren’t shaking, someone was shaking you.

As soon as you realised that, you realised you weren’t trapped it was just a dream. You sprang to your feet, pushing whoever woke you away. Your bare feet slapped across the wooden floor as you rushed to the window, pushing it open and letting the cool air wash over you as you tried to control your breathing.

You leant your forehead against the cold window pane and looked out at the view, drinking it in, letting it pull you out of the nightmare and back into reality.

“You good?” Clint’s gruff voice asked you.

You turned your head to look at him and your eyes answered for you. Clint felt like he’d been punched in the chest when he saw that haunted look in your eyes.

“You having that nightmare again? I thought it stopped?” He asked.

You shook your head and pushed your palms into your eyes, trying to push the tears back in.

“Ice, how long has this been going on?”

You shrugged and sluggishly dragged yourself across the room to sit on the bed.

“Since you left?” He pushed.

You looked up at him he tugged the his ear to make sure you understood.

“It doesn’t happen every night.” You told him.

“But it happens a lot? What about the rest of it?” He pressed.

“Yeah, a lot. Most days I’m ok but some days I can’t go use an elevator.”

Clint sighed heavily and rubbed his head as he thought it over. He had thought you were past this.

“He tied me to the chair and I couldn’t move. I just lost it.”

The Scorpion had tied you up and it was triggering old memories, making old phobias resurface. Clint groaned and threw himself backwards onto you bed, making you bounce.

“I’ll stay. Come on, get some sleep. Don’t argue. Tired. Sleep.”

He hadn’t had to do this since you were a teenager but if it meant you felt safe there honestly wasn’t a lot he wouldn’t do and this was easy.. You curled into a ball at the end of the bed and drifted back to sleep. It never occurred to you to wonder how he had known you were having a nightmare if he didn’t have his hearing aids in.

You woke up ever so slightly a few minutes later as Natasha crept into the room and climbed onto the bed as well, kicking Clint out of the way so she could lie with her head next to yours. Her hair tickled your face but you didn’t brush it away, it was a happy reminder that you weren’t alone.

You slept deep and dreamless and when you woke up in the morning it was to be reminded of something.

Clint Barton was a fucking octopus. It was ridiculously adorable but not what you needed right now, what with the claustrophobia being a bit of a dick. You prised his arms off of your calf with some difficulty.

“I know you’re awake.” You hissed at Natasha.

Other than a minute upturn at the corner of her mouth she didn’t respond. You got Clint off of you and he rolled over in his sleep and quickly attached himself to Tasha instead. You snorted at the unintentional vengeance.

“Bring back coffee.” She ordered as you left the room.

You would, but you had another stop to make first.

Ten minutes later you gave the butterflies in your stomach a stern talking to as you knocked on Bucky’s door. There was some shuffling for a moment before he answered.

“I was unconscious for nine days and when I woke up I was made an Avenger against my will and then Natasha kicked me in the face really hard and I just kept meeting new people and I think my brain short circuited and that’s why I was so rude but I’m very sorry and I brought you coffee please don’t hate me.” You blurted out, only realising your lack of punctuation too late as you practically thrust the coffee cup towards Bucky.

Bucky had only just managed to convince himself that he wasn’t even that attracted to you anyway and now here you were, standing at his door with big pleading eyes and rumpled bed hair while you bit your bottom lip nervously.

He tried really hard to think of something to say. Anything. Just words in general.

“Thanks for defrosting Steve, he came in quite handy.” He finally said.

He wondered if he could program his arm to repeatedly punch him in the face but you laughed and he suddenly didn’t regret saying it any more.

He reached out and took the coffee cup from you and definitely didn’t sigh in disappointment when your fingers didn’t brush against his.

“Thank you.” He said, so softly you probably didn’t hear it as you smiled and waved goodbye as you walked backwards away from his door.

When Bucky shut his door you breathed a sigh of relied and did a fist pump in mid air before you remembered Stark had his AI watching you.

Straightening up you clasped your hands behind your back and casually walked back to your room.

“Where’s the coffee?” Natasha asked you with a death glare.

“Uhhh, I thought I would come and ask what you would like for breakfast.” You said, covering up the fact you had forgotten her coffee.

She narrowed her eyes at you and you knew she wasn’t buying it but you also knew she would pretend she was if it meant you made her breakfast.

“French Toast, the cinnamon one you make with the chocolate and berries.” She decided.

Something told you she had missed your cooking.

Halfway through making the breakfast you started to get irritated. This was the sixth time Tony Stark had casually walked past the kitchen door. You put the mixing bowl down ans tiptoed to the door.

Right on schedule he walked past and you made him jump.

“Morning.” You said cheerfully.

“Ice Queen.” He said, eyes narrowing at you.

“I’m making breakfast, if you’re hungry?” You asked him nicely.

“What’s your game? Why are you here?” He asked, crossing his arms and trying to intimidate you.

You sighed heavily and rolled your neck to loosen it up. You had tried to be nice, as far as you were concerned whatever happened next was on his head.

“Listen to me you over-hyped, flying Coca-Cola can. If I were here for nefarious purposes you’d never have seen me coming. I’m here because I woke up here and was told I had to join the Power Rangers.”

Stark didn’t look convinced at all.

“How come nobody knew about you then? Out of the blue Clint announces he has a sister, an adopted one but he won’t tell anyone where you came from. The only people who know you are the two spy’s and the person who dumped you on my doorstep was Fury. Who are you really?” He demanded.

“Fine. You want to know who I am?”

“Kinda why I asked.”

You dropped to bowl of egg batter on the counter with a clatter and took a deep breath. Stark perked up as you steeled yourself to tell him.”

“When I was a child, my planet, Krypton, was dying. I was sent to Earth to protect my cousin. But my pod got knocked off-course, and by the time I got here, my cousin had already grown up and become... Superman. And so, I hid my powers, until recently when an accident forced me to reveal myself to the world.” You told him seriously.

He went from intrigued to annoyed and scoffed as he glared at you, walking away.

“To most people, I am an assistant at CatCo Worldwide Media. But in secret, I work with my adoptive sister for the D.E.O. to protect my city from alien life and anyone else that means to cause it harm. I AM SUPERGIRL!” You yelled after his retreating figure.

“Morning Supergirl.”

You jumped at the voice and turned round to see Steve Rogers casually leaning against the fridge with a semi-amused semi-guilty expression.

“Jesus Cap, how did you even get in here without me noticing you?” You asked him, hand on your chest as you tried to stop you heart exploding out of it.

“I’m Batman.” He said simply and you snorted a laugh at his clever response.

“Well played.” You told him, going to retrieve your eggs and whisking them.

“Can I help?” He asked, looking around at all your ingredients with an air of curiosity.

“You can put those biceps to work and whisk this because I can’t feel my arm anymore.” You told him sheepishly.

Steve laughed and prised the bowl away from you.

“I was hoping to catch you this morning actually, I want to talk to you.” He said as he effortlessly whisked.

You almost didn’t hear him, you were mesmerized by his arms.

“I brought him coffee and apologised!” You quickly blurted out.

“What?”He asked, perplexed.

“What?”You were now also perplexed.

“You brought who coffee and apologised for what?”He followed up.

So presumably he didn’t want to talk about Barnes then.

“Nobody. What did you want to talk about?” You weren’t sure why you lied.

Alright it was because you were embarrassed. Apparently so was he as his cheeks went a little pink.

“I wanted to thank you. For being there for me when they pulled my from the Ice. If I had known I would have never left it this long before thanking you. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful.” He said, passing the bowl back to you.

“It was an honour, no really it was. I practically grew up on stories of you, especially whenever Coulson was babysitting. When Shield found you they didn’t even have to ask. Even if you weren’t a hero though, I wouldn’t have left you like that.” You informed him.

You were telling the truth. You knew who Steve Rogers was but when you saw him frozen he wasn’t Captain America to you anymore, he was just somebody you needed to help. Knowing he was alive in that Ice had broken your heart and you spent days without sleep to make sure he was alright as you melted the Ice around him.

“I still owe you a thank you.” He said seriously.

“Consider me thoroughly thanked.”You told him with a grin.

You noticed that wherever you moved around the kitchen as you cooked up a storm, he moved with you. He was making sure he was in your eyeline. It was kind of the same way you moved around Clint and your heart melted as you realised that the Captain was trying to make sure you could read his lips. It must be left over behaviour from when he was around Clint.

You passed the first plate of toast to him with a warm smile.

“Here, hope you enjoy it.” You told him.

He looked mildly surprised at how edible the Cinnamon French Toast with Strawberries, Raspberries and Warm Chocolate Sauce looked.

“So you can cook?” He said, sitting down with the plate and tucking in.

You didn't answer, you’d let his taste buds do that for him. As soon as he put the fork in his mouth he let a very sinful moan and you stifled a laugh. You may have also blushed because well... Steve Rogers, pornographic moans... Who wouldn’t blush at that?

“It’s good, really really good.” He praised you as he dove straight in for another bite.

“Between Clint and Tasha I had to learn how to cook or I’d have grown up on cereal and Pizza.” You told him as you pottered about, making Natasha’s breakfast.

“About that..” He started and you smirked.

“You want to know why you’ve never heard of me?”

“If you want to tell me?” He offered.

“Clint, Natasha and Fury faked my death. Clint never told you because what would be the point? As far as the world knew, Black Ice was dead. Plus they are spies. Keeping secrets is kind of their thing.” You scoffed.

“Why did they fake your death, why did you?”

“I wanted out. Out of Shield. I just couldn’t take it any more. I... lost someone.” You told him.

He put down his cutlery and gave you his full attention.

“I’m sorry.” He told you softly.

When people for apologised for your loss it never meant much. They weren’t sorry, they felt sorry for you. Steve was sincere though and you weren’t feeling the usual irritation you felt at those words.

“It was a long time ago. I guess I’m back in the game now, whether I want to be or not.” You said, covering the pain with a smile.

“Who did you lose?”

You weren’t going to tell him, you didn't like to talk about it at all but memories of stories about Peggy Carter flashed in your mind. Steve would understand.

“My fiancée. He was a Shield agent, like me. He died during a mission gone wrong.”

A love story that was ended before it had a chance to really begin. Steve knew how that felt. He knew that there wasn’t anything he could say that you would want to hear.

“I’m going to take Natasha’s her breakfast before she comes looking for me, probably with knives in hand.” You told him.

“Good idea. Hey, thanks for this. It’s delicious.” He said, shovelling more toast into his mouth.

“Anytime Captain.”

An hour later you’d finally managed to chase a well fed Tasha and Clint from your room so you could shower and get dressed. Clint had told you he wanted you to meet someone you’d missed meeting at diner last night after you fled so as soon as you were ready you went searching for him.

He was in the common room, talking to a young woman. You recognised her straight away from the News. Wanda Maximoff, The Scarlet Witch.

“Hello.” You greeted, poking your head into the room and waving.

“Ice, come here. I want you to meet Wanda.” Clint said, standing up and pulling you into the room.

He seemed flustered and nervous as he hovered beside the two of you. He must really want you to get along.

“So you’re the one who can read minds huh? Can you read mine?” You asked her, arching your brow.

She looked taken aback for a second before a smirk graced her features.

“It’s not difficult to do, especially with smaller less developed minds. Yours is very easy to see into.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed.

“Are you calling me stupid? Did she just call me stupid?” You demanded, hands flying about angrily.

“Not stupid, just less developed.” She clarified.

“I’ll develop you into a damn ice statue in a second witch.” You hissed.

Clint looked stricken at the turn of events.

“What? No! Ice calm down. Wanda this is my sister, she’s very nice. Please be nice to her.” He pleaded quickly.

You couldn’t keep up the charade and neither could Wanda and you both dissolved into fits of giggles at the terrified and worried look on his face.

“Pleasure to meet you Wanda. I think you and I are going to get along just fine.” You sniggered.

“I think so too.” She said with a pleased grin.

“What just happened?” Clint demanded, confused and a little worried still.

“Ice hinted I should try to read her mind and when I did she told me to help her play a little trick on you.” Wanda told him with a laugh.

“Oh no.” Clint groaned.

“Oh yes.” You rebutted.

“No, the two of you combined are going to be the death of me.” He groaned.

“Care to join me outside? I’d love to see your powers in action.” You told Wanda, ignoring Clint’s semi breakdown and offering her your arm.

She linked her arm through your with an adorable giggle as she shot Clint an apologetic look and left the room with you.

“Yes, I’ll help you.” She told you before you even asked.

You had been about to tell her you were out of practice with your own abilities and ask her if she would mind helping you get them back under control but apparently there was no need.

“I will not peek on purpose, it happens from time to time. Especially when you are so nervous. I will not share anything I hear, I swear. I can’t help it.” She informed you.

You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she was nervous herself. She was worried she’d scare you off.

“Read my mind whenever you want. Really. Just know I don’t like to talk about most of what's up there and for the love of all that’s holy don’t tell Clint.” You sniggered.

Her face lit up at your easy acceptance and invitation and she squeezed your arm affectionately. You preened at having put that look on her face.

Your new friendship with Wanda quickly turned out to be a life saver as her quick thinking and red misty shield was the only reason you hadn’t accidentally blasted a hole in the side of the compound with an ice rock. You’d only been trying to make a snowflake.

“You are out of practice.” She frowned as she trudged over the shattered shards of ice.

“At least the grass will get watered?” You offered.

“My powers are tied into my emotions. Maybe yours are as well? I think until you find a way to deal with your emotions, trying to control your abilities may be futile.” You told you sadly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you might be right.” You begrudgingly admitted.

Anyone else and you’ve have told them to fuck off but she was literally in your head. It was actually kind of a relief to have someone in your brain like this, you didn’t have to hide anything or have to talk about it either.

“You have already started to open up to The Captain, perhaps you can speak to him. Or Sam, Sam is kind and he’s a therapist.”

“I’ll think about it.” You told her.

She raised an eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, I won’t. But I’ll try to consider opening up.” You offered.

“It’s a start.”

Despite the Icy mishap you were in a great mood. Initially you’d been pissed about having to join the team but you’d already made friends, Natasha was talking to you again and you had really really missed your brother. Spending time with Clint was already making you feel better. So you practically skipped to the lab to see Dr Banner, excited to have a Science buddy.

It went horribly wrong almost straight away.

Stark was there, glaring at you as Banner tried to show you something under a microscope and explain it and as he stormed over to kick you out of his lab and as you turned round to get into an argument with him you knocked something over.

You didn’t know what it was but as you watched it sail across the room in slow motion you had the sinking feeling it wasn’t going to be good, because it was headed straight for Stark.

The glass beaker smashed across Stark’s arm and straight away he was hissing and swearing in pain. An alarm started blaring and you panicked.

“Don’t hulk out!” You yelled at Banner as you tried to pull Tony’s shirt off.

Sam could hear the alarm and yelling from the lab as he approached it and hurried his pace, rushing into the room ready to spring into action but the sight that met him was so perplexing he wasn’t sure what to do.

Banner was stood in the corner reciting the periodic table at the top of his voice, Stark was rolling on the floor and you were stood in the middle of the chaos with a fire extinguisher as you sprayed Tony.

“Louder Dr Banner!” You instructed as you gently kicked Stark to see if he was still conscious.

Sam backed out of the room slowly as you started spraying Tony with the extinguisher again. No way he was getting involved in that.

“It was an accident!”

“You threatened to knock Bruce out if he didn't recite the periodic table! Why?” Clint demanded, trying to look stern and not laugh.

“I didn’t want him to Hulk out! I was trying to help!”

“Accidents happen in the lab all the time, he wasn’t going to Hulk out.”

“I didn't know that!”

“Why’d you spray Tony with a fire extinguisher?”

“He said it was burning! I thought I was helping!” You insisted.

“You’re a walking disaster.”

“You’re a hypocrite, Remember Birmingham?”You said with a smug look.

“We agreed never to speak of that again.”

“Well I think we should add today to the list of taboo subjects.”

“What the hell are they doing?” Tony asked Natasha as he watched you and Clint wave your hands at each other through the glass.

She glanced over and smirked.

“Arguing about who’s the bigger dumbass between the two of them.”

“Why aren’t they talking? Why are they doing it in secret?”

“They’re just used to using ASL to talk. It’s habit.”

“Why? Some sort of spy thing?” Tony snapped.

“Stark, you do know that Clint is deaf don’t you?”

“What? No he’s not. I speak to him all the time.” Tony said.

“He has hearing aids in.” Banner supplied, like it was obvious.

Which it was. To everyone except Tony apparently.

“Why did you think I was signing to Clint whenever I speak to him?” Natasha asked.

“I didn’t know you were, I thought you were just really animated when you talked. Like angry Italians.” He insisted.

Natasha smacked him across the back of the head.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“For being an idiot.” She told him and stormed off.

“Everyone else knew Tony.” Bruce sighed.

Tony sulked.

“Friday?”

“Yes Boss, I knew.” Friday told him.

“That’s not what I was going to say. You know what forget it. Change the alarm protocols, make sure there are visual cues. Flashing lights, maybe some sort of vibrations?”

He didn't notice you and Clint had stopped arguing to watch him through the glass with twin looks of amusement.

“Well that settles it. Stark is the biggest idiot.”

“Agreed.”

“Are you alright?” Bucky demanded as he burst into the room.

He rushed over to you and started looking you over frantically.

“Uh, I’m fine.” You stammered.

“I heard there was an accident in the lab you were involved in.” He said.

“Oh for fuck sake. Perfect.” You snapped, storming away.

Everybody knew, brilliant. Second day here and you were already getting a reputation. You were so annoyed you didn’t see the hurt look on Bucky’s face as you stormed off.

He sighed as he realised he’d messed up again. He was just worried you might have been hurt, he didn’t mean to offend you somehow. Would he ever get this right?

“Wait!” He shouted at you, running after you.

Clint stifled a laugh as the super soldier rushed away.

“What?” You whined, turning to look at him with a pout.

You bottom lip was protruding and it was so distracting that he nearly tripped over his own feet. Stumbling to a stop in front of you he realised he didn’t actually have anything to say, he just hadn't wanted you to leave.

“Don’t do it again. Be so stupid I mean. Just... be careful.” He instructed you.

“Got it, I’m an idiot. Everyone knows it and they would like me to stop. Message received.” You snapped at him and walked off again.

He was going to throw himself off the roof, he really was.

“It’s just dangerous around here, you could get hurt if you aren’t careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You looked back at him and saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around yourself nervously and nodded to show you’d understood before picking up your pace and quite literally running away from him.

Bucky threw his head back and groaned. Great, you weren’t offended now, you were just sad. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, berating himself with every step.

“Hey Buck, where are you headed?” Steve asked as he passed him in the corridor.

“The roof probably.” Bucky grunted.

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Again, thank you to my Beansy for helping me out with how to handle writing a deaf character.

I'm floored by the response to this so far. Writing my second fic is actually more nerve-wracking than writing my first.

I'm trying to make these chapters longer and smoother. I'm editing like a bitch and just really trying to improve the quality and I really really hope it shows!

I'd love to know what you think of Ice so far and the relationship and personalities of the other characters.

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FFXIVWrite 2019 | Day 24, Unctuous

Aymeric had known this visit was coming from the moment Ser Elouan had told him the story of Ane’s confrontation with Lady Satavier. He had laughed outright when his good friend had told him that Lady Borel had thrown a cup of tea all over the hostess’s fine silken dress, and had made no secret of his approval to her, either… even when she feared he would be upset with her for her rash actions. Nay, he loves her for this- she is fierce in the defense of those she cares about, and though her friendship with Elouan had started off a bit rocky- thanks to him not telling her beforehand that he was assigning her a guard- it had grown into something strong and true. It was plain to see that Elouan cared for her beyond the fact that he had to as her guard, and she could not stand to see him so insulted.

Now, seated at his desk in the office, Aymeric prepares to face down the Lord of the house, and he knows he’s going to have to work very hard to keep a smirk off of his face. Years of serving as Lord Commander have given him very good control of himself and his emotions, but this, this…

… well, he can’t help himself. He imagines the scene once more and lifts a hand to hide the grin on his face, then takes a breath and rises. “Enter,” he calls, glad indeed that he’d decided on wearing his full armor that day instead of a jacket and trousers. Appearance isn’t everything, but in Ishgard it went a long way- and when Lord Satavier entered his office, the man balks just a bit before giving him a smooth bow.

“Ser Aymeric, thank you for admitting me this afternoon,” he says. “I know you are terribly busy, and I do not wish to take up much of your time with this… quarrel amongst our wives.” His smile is positively oily, and Aymeric wonders absently if he could get away with throwing his tea.

Probably not.

“Indeed,” he replies instead, gesturing to the chair across the desk from him. “Please, sit.” He pauses, then bites down hard on his cheek before speaking. “… might I offer you some tea?”

The pompous ass- lord of House Satavier- blinks, then grimaces a touch and shakes his head. “Nay, but thank you, my Lord,” he says. “I will endeavor to make this quick. You’ve heard the story, I presume- truly an unnecessary quarrel, but you know how women are,” he continues, lifting a hand to wave it in the air as though Aymeric does indeed know how women are. “I am sure both women are quite distressed- my lady wife most certainly is, as their, ah… disagreement led to such an unladylike display. I have begged her patience, seeing as how Lady Borel has done Ishgard such good, but…” He shrugs helplessly, as if to say well, what else can I do?

Aymeric keeps a bland expression on his face, but all trace of amusement beneath is long past gone. To think that this man would dare say things like this to his face about Ane- but then again, he isn’t surprised. He holds Lord Satavier’s gaze long enough that the man seems uncomfortable, then leaned forward, clasping his hands on his desk. “Truly, it is a shame this… incident has occurred,” he says, and Lord Satavier smiles that same oily smile- clearly he thinks he’s won Aymeric to his side of things, the right bloody git. “I must admit that Lady Borel is quite protective of those she cares about.”

“Of course,” Lord Satavier says smoothly. “A laudable quality. My wife assures me that no offense was intended, and suggests that perhaps Lady Borel had misunderstood her given her, ah… affliction.”

“Her affliction?” Aymeric raises his eyebrows and watches the man immediately start to backpedal. “You mean that she is blind, I presume.” When he pauses and nods, Aymeric sits back, keeping his hands clasped. “Aye, ’tis true my lady wife does things differently than many. This is why I charged Ser Elouan with her protection, seeing as how she oft ventures into dangerous places in the city.”

Lord Satavier chuckled. “I can think of no more dangerous place than a room full of women,” he said.

Aymeric’s eyes narrow slightly- the fool had walked straight into the trap laid out for him. “It certainly seems that way,” he says. “In fact, from what I’m told by Ser Elouan, my wife took yours to task for her vicious tongue.” Lord Satavier turns red, and Aymeric continues smoothly. “’Tis his job to keep her safe, Lord Satavier, though admittedly it is perhaps my overprotectiveness that has led to his presence in her service- nevertheless, he takes his role very seriously. He has lost most everything.” He leans forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “The wounds he took on the Steps of Faith to keep us safe are what your Lady and her friends found so amusing. You knew this, I presume?”

Stammering, Lord Satavier lifts a hand in a helpless gesture. “What can I say, Ser Aymeric? Women and their-”

“Nay. This has nothing to do with the fact that they are women, save that they have been granted a pass where a man would have taken a fist to the jaw.” Aymeric frowns, his displeasure most obvious. “Lady Satavier quite got what she deserved, my lord- and ere you go on about her gown being ruined, Ane told her plain how to get the stains out when she wailed about it. Perhaps you should learn the way of it and remind her, lest it happen again ere she learns to control herself.”

“You must be mad if you think-!”

“If I think that my wife was in the right? That is not madness, but rather common sense. Ser Elouan does not deserve their mockery, and Ane knows well the strain that injuries take on both the body and the soul. Perhaps, had you joined the Knights yourself, you would have similar empathy.” Aymeric leans forward again, his voice sharp. “Consider yourself lucky that Lady Borel has a forgiving heart. She will not hold a grudge against Lady Satavier overlong, and indeed, may grant her another chance at friendship- but I warn you, my lord, if such an incident happens again, I will bid Ane to throw the cup and saucer as well.”

Lord Satavier rises and bows curtly. “Thank you for your time, my lord,” he says, and turns to stomp out of the office.

Once alone, Aymeric sits back in his chair and lets a breath out, then laughs quietly and shakes his head. The nerve of the man, though privilege is perhaps to blame more than anything- he has not made a friend this day, but he couldn’t care less. He rises and drinks the last of his tea, then heads toward the door as well with a smile on his face. He will visit the markets and pick up a couple of honey muffins to surprise Ane with, and take the rest of the afternoon and evening off to spend time with her.

He only regrets that he couldn’t give Lord Satavier the same treatment that she had given his lady wife, in the end.

( ft. @sunlitpeony )

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2019 #ffxivwrite #one of the best things about extended roleplay is shit like this #that scenario was absolute gold #bangs pots and pans together #bes fran is an AMAZING WRITER

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sunlitpeony · 5 years

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entry #15 || proposals

for prompt #15 || free day! choose your own adventure!

❝ come in.❞

As of late the patriarch of the Fortemps family has taken to retreating to his study, to closing the door and whiling away the hours putting pen to paper. The scratch of the nib on the parchment, the way it curls and shreds when he applies just a bit too much pressure in his fervor, the manner with which the ink bleeds into pungent shadows with every stroke -- there is something methodical in how he works, something that allows for some shred of calm in the upheaval of the world around him. Ever since her arrival in Ishgard their lives had already begun to change; perhaps it had been a failing in him for not anticipating by just how much.

It is she, the lady herself, who enters with a murmured pardon, and he is quick to set aside his work and walk around his desk to welcome her.

❝ lady ane, ‘tis good to see you again. i feel it has been far too long since we received you. ❞

All of a sudden there had been two vacant rooms in the manor. One would never again see its occupant home in his bed, but the other... perhaps the other, someday, might find its door opened by the woman who had once called it home, even if it had only been for so brief a time.

❝ lord edmont.❞ Her gaze had never quite met his, but today it seems more deliberately directed over his shoulder. How uneasy she must feel; times like these when they are alone have come to feel strained, if only because she perceives she bears some burden of blame for the death of Haurchefant. Surely this was the reason for her flight from the manor, why she left a comfortable home to take up residence in the dingy inn. How seldom she came back to visit, but he knew not just how to put her worries to rest -- she had been a love of his son, but beyond that and what he has observed of her character, she remains something of a mystery.

❝ i apologize for interrupting you,❞ she continues, but he smiles warmly, knowing the only thing she has interrupted has been this rather solemn train of thought. ❝ i have a letter here from aymeric... i thought maybe you might be kind enough to help me with it, if you would not mind too terribly. ❞

❝ not at all, my dear, ❞ he says with all the fondness of a father addressing his daughter and takes note of the quiet surprise writ on her face at the sound of it. With a gentle hand he guides her to the desk and persuades her to sit in the chair as he stands beside her and reads aloud the contents of the letter in question... but only after scrutinizing them in private silence. They are words he had hoped to someday see or hear of in conversation shared over tea beside the hearth from Aymeric himself, a kind of interest the young man seemed to never have in anyone -- a hesitant reaching out towards intimacy that he had fullfold denied himself in the name of his duty to Ishgard. But now, with the Dragonsong War finally at its end... who was he to be only the Lord Commander for all the rest of his days?

❝ ane: ‘tis been a fair few moons since we felled our foe on the steps of faith, and fair more still since i extended to you an invitation to share a drink together. with ishgard begun to settle and lick her wounds, i wish now to remedy where i have been remiss. it would be my honor to ask you to dine with me at my home at borel manor. you will find it down the quiet lane beyond the athenaeum astrologicum; i will be certain to have my steward awaiting your arrival so that he might help to guide you should the path grow icy. i await your answer with an eager heart. your friend, aymeric. ❞

Aye, he has never before seen such an invitation sent by the boy to anyone; he has never been one to ask someone to his home before, apart from his closest companions at the Congregation. They had always been far less social visits, he suspected, knowing how Aymeric tends to bury himself in his work... and so this letter, with its words only barely containing a nervous sort of anticipation, makes his heart light. Somehow he thinks Aymeric knew Ane would bring the letter to him to discover its contents, as though this were some way of including him on what might come to pass -- as though a silent and secret way of asking his approval, like a shy son lingering in the doorway but feeling too afraid to approach outright.

His mouth quirks at the corner, and the former count chuckles softly to himself.

❝ lord edmont? ❞

❝ hm? ah, pray excuse me. i was lost in my own thoughts. it would be my pleasure to help you pen your reply, of course. ❞

Ah, finally. A smile. It only serves to prove what he has suspected to be true for a while now that it is Ser Aymeric who brings it so readily to her face.

❝ i would like that. ❞

And so he is quick to write out her reply precisely as she gives it to him, stopping and reading it back to her to make certain it is exactly as she wishes it. It is a labor of love, of the acceptance they both have longed for but have been too afraid to ask him for.

They were good children, the both of them, and he would pray for their happiness.

#FFxivWrite2019 #;; finally... something that is longer than a single paragraph

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writerrain · 5 years

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You Must Forge Your Own Path -Chapter 1

You can find this fic on AO3

Summary:

When the Golden Fleece is stolen from Camp Half-blood, Chiron sends his best team to retrieve it. The days go by fast, and the Greek demigods ask the Romans for help.

Will Barry Allen, young scout from New Rome, be able to help his new friends? Or will he be too distracted by someone with pretty blue eyes?

Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Charlie, Sara Lance, Zari Tomaz, Mick Rory, Ray Palmer, Nate Heywood, Jax Jackson, Martin Stein

Tags: Percy Jackson au

Many thanks to @areyouscarletcold for all her help.

Chapter 1 - Barry

Barry loved the feeling of running through the woods. He had always loved it, since before joining the Legion, since before his mum had died and his father disappeared from New Rome. Before vanishing, his is father always said that Barry's love for running was due to the fact that he was a legacy of Mercury, but the kid liked to think that it was something his , not something that had been determined by a godly relative (in this case, his maternal grandfather).

Barry had been a scout of the Legion for years now, but running surrounded by trees never got old. Barry loved the smell of the woods, the feeling of the sun and then the cool shade flashing on his skin as he dashed from patches of light to the shadows. He felt thrilled, he never knew what he was going to see (even if mostly it was simply trees and the occasional animal, rarely a laughing Dryad). With the wind blowing into his hair he felt free. He felt like he was on an adventure.

Little did he know what an adventure that would be.

Barry was a good scout, which was why the Legion had decided to send him to help Camp Half-Blood to retrieve the Golden Fleece. The camp of Greek demigods had been protected from monsters by the Fleece, but it had disappeared a couple of weeks before. They had sent one of their best teams to look for it, but it was yet to be located and brought back. After discussing the situation with Mr. D extensively, Chiron had asked the Romans for help, and that was where Barry came into the game. Well, not only Barry, more like Barry and his team, but in that moment Barry felt alone.

It wasn't, however, a bad feeling, because it actually felt like he was at peace with the world. Barry loved nature, it calmed him, which was why when he was a child, when he felt particularly sad, he had often run away from Joe's house in the city to run in the woods just outside New Rome. It had been reckless, but it had been worth it: thanks to this “training”, Barry had become the great scout he was, and at such a young age, since he was almost eighteen.

All of a sudden, Barry became aware of something wrong in front of him, something unusual, and unusual was never a good thing for a demigod. There was something strange with the shadows. They were swirling, contorting, darkening. Barry was running too fast to stop, though. That was one of his many defects: he was always too fast for his own good.

Barry run straight into the shadows. And, to his surprise, he hit something solid.

The collision made him stumble and fall on his ass, yelping an “Ow!” so unmanly his egregious grandfather would scold him for it. Not that he had ever seen Mercury (or was he planning to), but Roman gods were usually pretty keen on wanting their offsprings to be as strong and brave as possible. The entire education kids received in New Rome was based on this concept: everyone had to be capable of handling emotions, any of them, even fear and surprise.

Yet, Barry's yell concealed neither.

“Is this the best they could send from New Rome?” a velvety voice asked, and Barry looked up to see...

… To see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. Scratch that, those eyes were even prettier than Iris's, and she had the warmest eyes in the entire city, and Barry loved them so much...

Anyway, these eyes were different, colder, calculating, yet Barry knew that he could lose himself in them. He was also aware of the fact that he was gaping.

The eyes belonged to a young man who was towering over Barry, but the runner was almost sure that if he had been standing up their heights wouldn't be much different. The man was wearing a black shirt, mimetic cargo pants, and combat boots. He looked like a mortal soldier thanks to the outfit and a buzzcut, but the long-sword on his back betrayed him for a demigod.

Barry stared for a bit at the hilt of the sword. It was black, as dark as night, with a sapphire at the bottom; for the life of him, Barry couldn't tell which material it was made of. In New Rome they mainly used Imperial Gold, and he was pretty sure that the Greek used Celestial Bronze, yet that sword was clearly no bronze at all. Not recognizing the sword made him feel a tad uneasy.

Also, Barry realized that while he had been staring at the man and his sword, some time had passed (yes, Barry was quick on his feet and he was pretty fast in maths and chemistry, but his social skills were as slow as a sloth's).

“Speak for yourself! Did the Greek send a stalker to look for the Fleece?”

(A socially awkward sloth).

The guy raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I'm one of the Greeks?”

“What makes you think I'm one of the Romans?” Barry remarked.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the t-shirt with SPQR written on that you are wearing, Scarlet.” The man pointed at Barry's red tee, and he felt himself blushing a bit. The guy had a good point.

“And you have a sword?” Barry didn't sound very convincing.

The guy rolled his eyes. “You won't go far if you trust every creepy guy with a sword that you meet in the woods.” The guy sounded like a snarky asshole, but at least he was kind enough to extend his hand to help Barry get up from the grass.

“I'm Barry,” the grandchild of Mercury said, once he was standing on his two feet, shaking the hand that the man had given him.

The guy rolled his eyes again. “You do trust the first creepy guy with a sword that you meet in the woods, huh?”

Barry chuckled. “You're not the first creepy guy with a sword that I met in the woods.”

The guy smirked, but Barry interpreted it as a smile.

“I'm Len.”

Barry smiled back, and he was sure he was smiling dumbly because gods, those eyes are beautiful , but a rustle coming from the trees behind Len made him grip tightly the dagger he had tied to his belt, ready for a fight.

From the woods came out a beautiful young woman with dark skin and an attire Barry thought would be more suitable for a punk concert than a stroll into the woods. Gods, are all the Greeks so damn hot? Barry asked himself, as the woman approached. Barry couldn't really say how old she could have been. She looked his age, but something in her eyes betrayed that she could be older. She looked wise beyond her years, yet there was some mischief in her twinkling dark eyes and in her little smirk. She looked dangerous, and Barry felt slightly intimidated by her.

“You know you shouldn't use shadow-travel too much,” she scolded Len, sounding concerned, but then the woman moved her gaze to Barry, analysing him. She had a strong British accent, which Barry found weird to say the least, but he had seen some pretty unusual stuff in his life, an unexpected British accent in a forest in Florida wasn’t something surprising anymore.

Len rolled his eyes. “I was just greeting our new friend Barry here.” He pointed to Barry, who awkwardly smiled at the pretty lady.

“Barry, this is Charlie, but don't gape too much because she is taken,” Len jocked, and Barry felt himself blush again. Had he really been staring at the Greeks that much? “Charlie, this is Barry the Roman.”

Barry shot a look at Len, who smirked again.

“Oh, I bet getting to know you is gonna be a pleasure.” Charlie winked, and Len shook his head. Barry couldn't do much but blush.

“Where are the others?” Charlie continued. “We heard you approaching so our captain sent us to look for you. I'm pretty sure the Romans didn't send only one guy, did they?”

“My friends will be here shortly.” Barry looked at his watch. “Ten minutes tops.”

Charlie nodded. “Let's wait them at our camp then, it's close.”

Barry followed Len and Charlie into the woods. The three demigods walked silently to their destination, even if Charlie and Len seemed to be having a wordless conversation of their own. After a few feet, Barry heard what could only be sounds from the camp... which was a lot louder than he thought it would be.

It was a camp in the woods! It wasn't safe to be that loud! Hello? There were monsters around! What were the Greeks thinking?

In the middle of the camp there was a plastic table, and a broad guy and a tiny blond girl were sitting there, ready to arm wrestle, Barry noticed, while four other loud demigods were already cheering and making bets. An older guy with glasses was sitting in the back on a camping chair, looking half amused and half annoyed by the unprofessionalism of his team.

“What the –” was all Barry could say, before Charlie sprinted towards the couple. As soon as they saw her getting closer, the people cheering welcomed her, asking if she was going to place a bet too.

“What are you doing, Sara?” Len asked, after a sigh. He sounded like a concerned big brother to Barry.

The blond girl rolled her eyes, and then she gestured to the broad guy to take her hand. Immediately, the cheering grew in volume. Someone whistled.

“Mick was being annoying again,” the blond girl, Sara, replied, smiling innocently at Len.

“Can't you behave for two minutes while I'm gone, Mick?” Len sounded more amused than concerned while talking to the guy. After a second look, Barry decided that Mick was one scary dude, and that Sara girl had to be out of her mind to think about arm-wrestling with him.

Mick snorted. “If Blondie here wants her hand broken for the rest of the quest, it's not my fault.”

“What did you do to anger Sara?” Charlie looked like she was having the time of her life.

“Just commented that it must suck to be so short,” Mick answered, and then he returned his attention to Sara. “Ready?”

“Are you kidding me?” Charlie huffed. “I’ve been trying to get under Sara's skin with creative insults, like calling her 'stuck up', for ages, and it's calling her short that makes her snap?”

“Shut up, Charlie,” Sara replied, in a monotone voice, as if she had been saying the exact three words for two weeks.

“See!”

“Poor Charlie.” A cute girl with an ink-black ponytail and a flashy necklace winked at her, blowing a kiss in her direction.

“Thanks babe.”

Apparently, the cute girl with dark hair was the first – and only- one to notice Barry, and she waved at him. “You found a Roman in the woods?”

“Yep,” Charlie popped the p, finally getting close enough to what Barry realized was her girlfriend, by the way she hugged her.

“Hi, I'm –” Barry started to say, but before he could finish the sentence Sara ordered a “Say hi to the new guy.”

There was a not so heartfelt chorus of “Hello!”, then everyone returned their attention to Mick and Sara.

“On my mark,” Charlie’s girlfriend said, grinning at Sara and Mick.

“Ready. Set... Go!”

As the arm-wrestling match started, Barry smiled to himself. This group looked extremely disorganized, they were loud and a bit rude, and evidently they needed all the help possible to complete the mission, but they were a fun bunch, or at least that was his first impression. Barry thought about Oliver, his praetor, and how horrified he would be by the entire scene, but Barry just wanted to laugh alongside the others, despite not knowing them well.

As it turned out, the match was pretty short, with Sara almost dislocating Mick's wrist. Len rolled his eyes, whispering something Barry didn't understand because of all the voices around them.

Once the cheering was over, Sara went to Barry, extending her hand.

Barry shook it, smiling. “Barry Allen, from the Fifth Cohort.”

“Sara Lance, captain of the Legends.” She gestured around her to her teammates, smiling proud.

“Legends? Do people call you that or... is it something you guys say? Because that would be very lame.”

Sara and the others laughed at his words, but when she looked back at him, Barry saw something sad behind her eyes.

“Let's say that's what a lost friend used to call us.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” Barry felt like an idiot for having asked. Life as a demigod was not easy, and he knew that especially the Greeks' life expectancy was pretty low.

In the meantime, the youngest of the group, no older than fifteen, had gotten closer to them. “He called us that because our adventures are usually legendary. Because nothing ever goes as it should.” The boy grinned, earning himself a playful punch on the shoulder from Sara.

“This little runt is Jax.” She smiled at him, and Barry noticed how close they were, kind of like siblings. “You already met Charlie and Len.” Sara pointed at the two other demigods, who had both moved to mix with the rest of the group.

Sara pointed at the two guys Len was standing next to. “Those are Mick the sore loser and his boyfriend Ray.”

Mick grumbled something, but Ray greeted Barry with a cheerful “Welcome!”, then he promptly returned to fuss over his boyfriend's wrist.

“The one standing next to Charlie is her girlfriend Zari, while our personal grumpy old man back there is Jax's brother, Martin.”

Zari waved, still hugging Charlie, who had a happy smirk on her lips, while Martin, who was clearly the oldest of the demigods, probably close to his thirties, went to shake Barry's hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Barry.”

“While Nate is – where the hell is Nate?” Sara turned to Jax for an explanation.

“He's looking for a bit of ambrosia, he's afraid you broke Mick's wrist.”

Both Sara and Mick rolled their eyes at the same time, and that made Barry grin.

“I bet this is fairly different from what you're used to.” Len – when had he snuck up next to Barry? – had a eyebrow raised in question.

“Len, stop using shadow-travel to sneak up on people!” Sara scolded him, but then the girl saw Nate reappearing from the trees where he had put his supplies and she moved towards him to scold him too. Barry guessed she had to be the mother of the group more than the captain.

“Shadow-travel?”

Len shrugged at the question. “One of the many perks of having the Lord of the Dead as a father, I guess.”

That didn't answer Barry's question, since he still had no idea what shadow-travel was, but he nodded anyway.

“This looks like a nice team,” Barry commented, looking at the demigods in front of him, all chatting enthusiastically as if they weren’t in the middle of the woods, while on an important mission.

“It's a bit chaotic sometimes, but they're all a good bunch. Funnier than the Romans, I bet.” Len smirked, looking at Barry as if asking to prove him wrong.

“Speaking of which... my team should be here by now. I am a fast runner, but they should have arrived. They are on a chariot with horses.”

A dark feeling crept in Barry's chest. Where was his team? What was taking Cisco, Caitlin, Iris, and Wells so long? Had they been attacked by a monster? Barry had seen none while running, but now he wasn't sure anymore. Maybe he should have run slower, to keep more attention at his surroundings. It was his job, wasn't it?

“Hey kid, I'm sure nothing bad happened to them.” Len put his hand on Barry's shoulder, grounding him. Without even realizing it, he had almost let himself drift into panic, and the warm hand on his shoulder helped him ground himself and his thoughts.

“You sure?” Barry's voice was barely a whisper, but Len heard him anyway, and nodded in answer.

Sara had witnessed the exchange despite being pretty far from them, and acted accordingly.

“Don't worry, Barry. They're probably having some trouble finding us. Charlie, do you mind looking for them while we wait here?”

Charlie snorted in annoyance, but she detached herself from Zari's embrace, gave a mock salute and then she transformed into a jaguar, and then she sprinted back into the forest.

“Oh my gods!” Barry squawked, making Len chuckle.

“Charlie is a descendant of Periclymenus, which means she can turn into any animal she wants,” Len explained, and when he started to talk Barry realized he was still gaping, so he closed his mouth. Also, Len still had his hand on Barry's shoulder, and Barry started to blush because of how close they still were. Gods, those eyes were really gorgeous.

“That's pretty cool.” Barry had no idea if she was talking about Charlie's shapeshifting or Len's eyes, if he was honest with himself.

“Yeah, it is, but don't tell her I said it. Her ego is already big enough as it is.”

Barry felt scrutinized by Len's blue eyes. It was like the other demigod was looking directly into his soul. Which, for all he knew could be exactly what was going on. Hades dealt with souls, right? So maybe his children could actually see souls. Barry had to ask at some point.

“Would it make you calmer if I went looking for your team too?” Len asked after a long pause.

Barry wanted to make a joke, because Len had sounded extremely entitled, but he was too worried about his friends, so he welcomed the proposal.

“If it's not a problem... that would really help, thanks.”

Len turned to Sara, waiting for her order. The blond girl just nodded, even if she didn't look too happy about Len's idea, and before Barry could understand what was going on, Len moved his hand from Barry's shoulder and his figure blended with the shadow of the trees, and the guy disappeared.

#legends of tomorrow #percy jackson #the flash #Barry Allen #leonard snart #ColdFlash #zari tomaz #charlie #zarlie #sara lance #Mick Rory #Ray Palmer #background atomwave #nate heywood #Martin Stein #jax jackson #rainwrites

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bigbiddiecece · 5 years

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Bird Box au (SP)

Part 6

Who knew a single hug could mean the world to three simple people from a small quiet mountain town. A simple house could feel like the safest place in the whole universe. They're safe. Sadly nothing stays the same for long.

7 years later

"Aiden!" Wendy shouted from behind a tree. Aiden a small black haired boy with dark blue eyes just like his dad turned in a direction towards Wendy.

"Mom you're..uhm? 8 feet away?" Wendy smiled' he's getting so smart' she thought then slowly came out from the tree.

"You bet mister. Well that ends our lesson today..let's get inside before it comes. Kay?" Wendy asked following a string tied to their house. Aiden puffed out his cheeks then let a small sigh out.

"Yes. Can uncle Craig tell me a story?" Aiden whispered softly as they carefully made their way to the house then knocking a certain toon on the door. Tweek let them in and took their blindfolds off down to their necks.

"canned fruit on the counter top. We found some good ones at the store but we need to find a new store soon." Tweek said not looking their way sitting down knitting a small hat. Similar to Stans but blue and purple. Aiden smiled and went to the birds they collected. They know when it is near. They sense it. Aiden giggled poking the cage listening to their chirps and squeaks.

"Hey kiddo. Want to let one out?" Craig came up from behind Aiden and asked softly. Aiden nodded and did a lil jump. Craig chuckled then continued to open the cage taking out one bird of the 4 they had. Aiden puffed out his cheeks ans put his hands out. Craig slowly put the bird in Aiden hands and the boy was amazed. The only creature he has ever seen other than the 3 adults. Aiden loved the small bird and admired it's colors. "Aiden. You know in the world there is other creatures. I had a guinea pig." Craig said with a sad smile. "A guinea pig?" Aiden asked biting his lip putting the bird back in its cage. "Mhm. Your mom and Tweek have talked about hamsters right?" Craig asked as Aiden thinks for a moment then nods. "It's like a huge hamster but makes more squeaky sounds." Aiden nods once more and listens to Craig very closely. "I would go outside and play with her so often. Tweek would also. She was our together pet. She would always roll in the grass and run really fast." Aiden then looked to the ground and then back up fiddling with his fingers. "Outside? I wish I could play outside like you did uncle Craig." Aiden said with sadness in his voice. Craig sighed and looked at the boy with a small grin. "Someday you will. With other kids too." And Aidens face lit up incredibly. He held a smile and hugged craig quickly. "I hope so!!" He exclaims and then runs off to his little fort. Craig felt his face drop and his mood. "Im sorry Aiden." He mumbled then went to go find tweek who was in their radio room. He looked stressed beyond his limit. Tweek was shaking and taking small breaths. "Just fucking work! Please!.. please.." tweek turned off the machine as Craig came over and kissed him softly. "babe calm down please. I'll try now okay. Go rest please." Tweek sighed then nodded softly and started to walk away. "Love you Craig." "Love you tweek." A small kiss was shared then Tweek walked away. Craig put on the headphones and pushed a button changing between stations. Each the same phrase each the same answer..static.. Craig sighed and leaned in his chair running fingers through his hair. "No one again. Im starting to think we're the last humans left." Craig looked down but static and an unclear voice was heard. It wasn't clear but it was a human. "Hello!" Craig said into the microphone and the person replied. "Hello! Sir we have safety..scH..food and supplies and new clothes...ScH..." Craig wasn't believing his ears. "Please hold on. Let me call some other survivors. Wendy! Tweek! Aiden! Come here!" Craig shouted near tears. Help. Hopefully. They came running in confused. Aiden then ran to Craigs side and listened to the person on the other line. Aiden smiled and did a little dance. Wendy put a hand to her mouth and cried a little. Tweek looked skeptical but he was happy. They're not alone. Tweek kneeled near the radio.

"hello! Im tweek tweak. Is there any way for us to reach you?" Tweek asked waiting for an answer patiently.

"First I need to know your location. That way I can guide you. Is a map available for you?" "Yes"

"okay now tell me where you are." The man asked and very skeptically tweek replied.

Tweek replied and the man took a minute or two to think of the distance between them.

"you should be able to get here from down the river. There are tons of twist and turns so be aware of making a wrong turn. Just head straight but I know that there is more than you so during the rapids..one of you will have to look." The man said and there was a pause between them. 'one of us will have to look.'

Craig, Wendy, and Tweek all exchanged looks. Aiden just sat on the ground smiling. The adults looked worried. "Who's going to look?"....

Everyone I am truly sorry!! School got in the way!! I also joined an after school club so I have a little less time. I will try to make a faster update whoops. Hope you enjoy this. Sorry for cliffhanger

#bird box au #bird box #sp tweek #sp story #sp wendy #south park #sp craig #sp creek

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livelovelaug-h · 6 years

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Harder

Warning - it's gonna seem sexual but like April fool's. LMAOOOO you'll see.

Dean x reader

A/n- This is for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF*ck Challenge. My line will be in bold. My line: "Harder is not a good safe word" thanks for letting me participate!! Sorry for taking so long.

Nachzehrer- ghoul like vampire creature. (German). Also all spelling mistakes are mine.

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You and the winchesters have been doing cases one after the another after the another. And the worst part is your barely getting any sleep which means everyone is pretty cranky or on edge.

"hey can we stop and get some coffee?"

"yeah already heading there"

You guys got your coffee and sat at a booth. You just didn't know what creature it was this time, they were barely any leads.

You spoke up first "so who do we interview?"

"well the reports it says "there were graves that were undug and new bodies that were put down there had half their flesh ripped off. Then three nights before that there was a girl found in a dumpster that had her hesrt ripped out." Sam says.

"then the girls family?" You asked looking at Dean.

"yep. Let's go"

You interviewed the family and you found out that the girl started hanging out with a new friend two weeks ago, that seemed like trouble her mom said so now you have to find this guy. Also the day she died she went to a party with a few friends. You spoke up to Dean

"I don't really think it's that guy though all parents say that about girls friends or boyfriends."

"well doesn't hurt to check".

"Let's split up. You and sam go talk to the friends. and ill go talk to the Sheriff's and go to the graveyard, see if you can find any clues."

"okay, be careful please." You said and Sam ans you went to go steal a car and talk to her friend carrie.

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"Thanks for letting us come in" you say.

"yeah no problem. So what would you like guys like to know?"

"do you know that guy that she was hanging out with by any chance?"

"are you talking about mace? The guy she met two weeks ago?"

"yeah him. Do you know where we can reach him by any chance"

"um no he said he just moved here and we never really hit it off so I never got his phone number".

"Oh alright".

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The next friend - jamie-

"do you know where we can reach the guy by any chance that she met two weeks ago?"

"no. She didn't really ever ask to text or anything. He was new to town but he seemed weird."

Ofc. She didn't have it 😐

Well after interviewing the next friends and getting no where becuz no one had his number, you all decided to met Dean at a bar.

"did you find anything at the graveyard" you asked Dean.

"nope. nada"

"ugh this case is a dead-end."

You guys were sitting on barstools; it was Sam, Dean and then you on the end. A girl came up and sat right next to you.

"hey" she said. "hey"

"strange little town ain't it?"

"yeah it is"

"there's been like a strange vampire or creature thing happening here." She says and laughs.

"yeah.... Haha" you look over towards Dean he looks just as confused. " Do you believe in Vampires?"

"uh not really but its like the only explanation for this stuff. But idk I think it might be that new guy in town"

"new guy?" Dean asked.

"yeah his name is Josh. He hung out with the girl who died but it probably was just all coincidental. I think it's her other friend Alex. He was always started drama and he was so jealous of her."

"Probably. Do you happen to know where he is?" You asked her because she was mainly focusing on you; which was strange considering dean and Sam the two hottest guys sitting there RIGHT next to her. Just then a guy walks over to her hugging her and quickly kisses her lip. Ah maybe that's why she didn't look....

"what ya guys talking about?" He asks.

"you know that new guy in town Josh? Well they I was telling them about him. Do you mind showing her where he works?" She asked him all sweetly.

"yeah sure thing sweetheart".

"I'll show u guys the other guy"

"woah i wanna go with her" dean said. you looked at Dean & then the girls face she spoke up: "it's okay she'll be fine my husband is very protective". Her husband smiled big at you.

"Okay.... Wait.." dean came over and gave you a hug and whispered in your ear. "Remember the safeword".

"yeah. I love you too dean" you said and pulled away trying not to look suspicious.

You got in the car with the guy and it was pretty awkward since you didn't know him. You started asking him questions like how did him and his wife meet etc. He was a pretty nice dude. You got to the place the guy worked at and he said he was friends with him so you guys could go through the back door. Only problem was it was very dark in the back and there was an alley next to it; since Dean wasn't there you didn't really feel well protected.

You were looking down when he was just about to open the door when you felt someone head butt you and push you into the wall. Mad your head get all fuzzy. "

"You freaking Hunters weren't supposed to find us"

"yeah well we did so-". Next thing you know your world went black.

You woke up and of course you were tied to a chair. So you started working on getting out.

You didn't even notice it until he said it.

"oh so you're gonna be awake for this feeding"

You looked down at your side and saw blood oozing out not a time because it was slowing down.. you wondered how long you been out for.

"leave me alone"

Just then his wife comes in.

"I'll be back just give us a minute. you sit tight"

HA! You mocked him. You actually caught the one Rope free from your hands and started working on the other hand. It's been about 5 minutes and you got loose. you knew he would be back soon so you ran down the long hallway of where you were. You were completely out of breath when you hide behind a wall and heard your phone ringing.

You were huffing "h-h-hello?" It was dean thank God.

"Y/n? Where have you guys been?"

"..w- wh- with - that guy-...

"what are you guys doing? are you guys....?"

Before you could answer the guy grabbed your throat. You remember you could say the safe word. He was squeezing your throat so hard

So you moaned out "harder".

it sounded like you moaned In pleasure and Dean saw red and thought you were cheating on him. He told Sam to find your location and off they went to go find you.

When they went in it was dark and empty like no one was there. But then Dean saw you tied in a chair. He felt really guilty how could he think you cheated on him? I mean those sounds just sounded so real.... Like sex.... But rn he has to focus on getting you out of there alive. How could he not remember the safe word. You guys just made it this morning.

He saw your neck and side all bloodied

"well well well back to see the rest of the show?"

"let her go"

"she's almost finished though"

Dean heard a growl behide him and turned around punching whatever was behide him. He stabbed the vampire in neck with a small wooden steak. Then the wife from earlier comes charging at Dean and the guy starts fighting with Sam. He bites Sam a little but Sam and Dean both defeat the two Nachzehrer's. Their main concern is getting you home and untied.

"Y/n hey, hey wake up". You didn't answer. Dean cut your ropes and carried you to the impale the whole time praying to Cas.

Sam started driving to the bunker and you finally opened your eyes.

"hey"

"Hey there. How ya feeling?"

"I've been better"

"yeah you scared me. I thought you cheated on me and I saw you were bleeding. Harder is not a good safe word."

"Its not. And why did you think I cheated on you?"

"well you guys were gone for awhile and then you were out a breath and then you moaned harder what am I supposed to think?"

"Hahahaha. That's cute I love you too much I wouldn't cheat on you. but I moaned it because he was squeezing my throat"

"yeah I get that now. I'm sorry I love you too. From now on our safe word is----"

"spaghetti!" You said.

"yeah okay your back to normal" dean said and gave you a kiss on the lips.

The end!!

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ohmytheon · 6 years

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heroes of the dark (10)

title: heroes of the dark

summary: Uraraka has spent almost a year grieving the loss of Deku, the greatest hero and her love, but life is slowly moving on. She’s got her job, her family, and even a strange friendship with Bakugou. Things are looking hopeful. Until Deku comes back and he’s not what he seems. Something is wrong with his mind, but Uraraka will be damned if she lets him fall again. (Villain!Deku)

– Chap 9: Kaminari’s rescue attempt blows up in everyone’s faces to unexpected proportions and things will never be the same.

notes: By sheer coincidence, this chapter was lined up to be posted right after yesterday’s new episode. There are references to the events in that chapter and it sort of ties into it in a way. This is a massive chapter. I couldn’t find a spot that felt good to break it in half ans basically just said, “fuck it,” and posted it as one. I’m talking an 8 pg fight scene here. It was insanity to write. I’m hoping it’s a good one! When I first pictured this scene, the ending was different, but then the characters took on a life of their own and this felt so natural and so much better (or worse, depending who you are). Buckle up, ya’ll. This is going to be a wild ride. Also @youseimanami has blessed me with this beautiful drawing of my Villain Deku and it is absolutely perfect. I’m legit that picture of Tom in Parks and Rec where he stares at that painting for 5 hours.

“History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.” ― Ian Fleming, Casino Royale

The block was too quiet. Uraraka watched Kaminari’s apartment building from what most would’ve considered a safe distance, but with Deku nearby, it was anything but safe. The light was still on in the apartment, but they weren’t for sure if Deku was still inside with Kaminari. For all they knew, he’d transferred them somewhere else. She hated not knowing -- hated wondering what was going on through Kaminari’s mind as he waited to be tortured by his old friend -- hated what Deku had turned into.

How could she possibly save him when he was like this? How could any of them forgive him? Uraraka knew that she was being soft, but she couldn’t help it. She had loved Deku with everything in her and she still did, but seeing him like this was twisting a knife in her heart. It made the world seem wrong and she had to fix it.

Tsu came back down from her trip to the roof in the office building they were in, pulling her goggles off her eyes to rest of the top of her head. “Eight people confirmed in Kaminari’s apartment.” The heat signature goggles she typically wore for her hero costume these days came in handy while out on the ocean when it was hard to see, but it also helped them here tonight. “If Kaminari is in there, that’s seven villains.”

“That’s assuming that all of them are hold up in that one spot,” Kirishima pointed out. “He could have more stationed throughout or outside the apartment.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t like this. We shouldn’t go in so blind.”

“We don’t have much of a choice,” Bakugou said as he glared at the apartment heatedly. It was like he thought he could melt it down with his eyes alone. “We’re out of time.”

The end of the hour limit that Deku had given them was almost up. Uraraka glanced at the watch on her phone and chewed on her bottom lip. She kept picturing Kaminari tied up in his apartment, alone with a bunch of villains, watching the clock and counting down to a horrible death. They weren’t going to let that happen -- he had to know that -- but it was still terrifying. What if they hadn’t made it here in time? They’d managed to reach here with time to spare, but had then argued about whether to go in or not.

The truth was that they weren’t enough to take on Deku and a handful of other villains. Bakugou could deny it all he wanted, but even he couldn’t defeat seven high-powered villains at once. These weren’t every day villains. Besides, if there was one person that knew his fighting style in and out, it was Deku. He knew all of them well. He’d spent years watching them and documenting them for his own analysis. He knew her. It was frightening to know that the one person who had believed in all their strengths could now revel in their weaknesses.

A knock on the door pulled all of them except Bakugou away from the window. Kirishima answered and stood to the side as other pro heroes poured inside. Aizawa was first, looking livelier than she’d ever seen him, though perhaps it was because he was about to battle a former student. He also was the voice of reason, seeing as how Midnight and Endeavor follow after. It was hard not to get slightly overwhelmed by their old teachers and highly ranked pro heroes. Iida, Jirou, and Todoroki strode in as well.

Even though the battle hadn’t begun yet, relief bloomed in Uraraka’s heart as she took in everyone. Surely with all of them now, they could save Kaminari. They had more people in their favor now. She was grateful that they’d managed to convince Bakugou to wait. With so many heroes with incredibly strong quirks, the scales had to be tipped in their direction.

“I can’t believe that idiot got captured,” Jirou complained, although there was real worry in her eyes. Uraraka was surprised to see her at first, but then she did live close by. Jirou looked awkward standing in between Todoroki and Iida, both of whom were incredibly serious, her arms folded and a tense frown on her face.

“Deku knows us too well,” Uraraka told her. “He knew that Kaminari would be running point on communications.”

“Are we that predictable?” Jirou asked sullenly.

Uraraka bit her lip. “To Deku, maybe so.”

“Then I’ll just have to blow his expectations out of the water,” Bakugou growled, sounding like an attack dog.

“We can’t just burst in there and fight him head on,” Iida put in seriously. Bakugou rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that was obviously an insult, but Iida didn’t care. “We need to have a plan.”

“That’s what the adults are doing,” Aizawa said, giving them a look that suggested they were still kids. It made all of them bristle, but it did the job of shutting them up. Bakugou looked like he was ready to launch himself out the window, but he clenched his fists and stayed quiet. Even after being out of school for a few years, Aizawa still had that effect on them.

“Is anyone else coming?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou shook his head. “We don’t have the time.”

And he was right. They didn’t. They had to make do with what they had; they had to work together with who they had. If Bakugou wasn’t complaining about having to work with others, then it was clearly a dire situation. He considered Deku to be that much of a threat. Then again, he had witnessed power like Deku’s up close before when he’d witnessed All Might battling All for One. If Deku was capable of that kind of power nowadays, they would need all the help they could get and more.

They moved through making a plan quick. When they were done, not wholly satisfied but unable to do much more, they all split up through the room.

Tsu rubbed her arms. “Do you really think we can do this, ribbit?”

“We have more people,” Iida said. “We have the advantage.”

“We don’t know that,” Todoroki pointed out. “More than likely there are other villains out there lying in wait. He did that when I fought him.”

The not knowing made Uraraka incredibly anxious. Her former classmates huddled together one last time before the night would go to hell. None of them really knew what would happen. They could stick to the plan and still be defeated or they could go off script and do something amazing. Anything could happen.

Uraraka glanced up at the apartment. What was going on up there? What was Deku doing? She pictured him sitting in Kaminari’s computer chair, looking out the window and waiting for them, but that wasn’t right. She bet he was talking. But about what? Would he just talk with Kaminari about how his life had been for the past eleven months? That sounded right. It was unsettling. He shouldn’t be able to do such casual things while hanging the threat of torture and death over a person.

When Uraraka’s phone rang, she jumped, completely forgetting that she had it on her. She pulled it out of a pouch and looked at the ID.

“Who is it?” Aizawa demanded. She held it out to show Kaminari’s caller ID. “It’s Midoriya.” He stared Uraraka down, making her question everything she had ever known about her life. “Answer it.”

Taking a deep breath, Uraraka swiped to accept the call and put it on speaker before setting it down on the table. Everyone crowded around the table, except for Bakugou and Todoroki, both of whom hung off to the side on opposite ends of the room but watched out of the corner of their eyes. “Hello?”

“It’s good to hear your voice, Ochako,” Deku responded on the other end. He sounded like he genuinely meant it, like he would when they were together and he was gone for hero business outside of the city. The late night phone calls had always meant so much to her, if only to hear him, even if it meant listening to him ramble.

“You too, Deku,” she replied softly.

“Kaminari says hi as well,” Deku said before there was a shuffling sound. “Say hi!”

“Don’t listen--”

There was a smack followed by a yelp and then Deku was sighing into the phone. “So much for being nice.” Yeah, he was threatening to kill one of his old friends by breaking all his bones. That didn’t sound like a nice thing to do. Uraraka didn’t comment on that though, not wanting to push Deku’s buttons any further. “Did you come like a good girl?”

Uraraka tried not to blush, as it wasn’t the appropriate response given the situation, but it was weird with everyone listening. “You know I did. I don’t want anything to happen to Kaminari.”

“Such a good friend,” Deku said. “I hope you didn’t come alone.”

“No, I--” Uraraka glanced up at the others, most of whom had their eyes on her. “Everyone you saw on the camera feed is here.”

“No Shoto?” Deku asked, disappointment evidence in his voice. In his corner, Todoroki stiffened, but said nothing out loud. It was more than evident to Uraraka now that she wasn’t the target for tonight. By him calling her, it made it appear as if he was focused on her, but his mentioning of Todoroki told her that they had wanted him to be here tonight. Maybe he should’ve stayed back, but no, Todoroki was as stubborn as she was and they needed him here besides. “I thought we were friends. Maybe he doesn’t care as much as I thought he did.”

Todoroki turned away from them completely, hiding his face in the shadows. She gazed at his back, reading all the tension in his body. He cared. He cared so much. This was tearing him apart. Everything that had brought Deku and Todoroki together was either gone or twisted into something awful. Just as Deku’s love for Uraraka had been turned into some sort of obsession, his love for Todoroki had changed as well. Into what, none of them could be sure, except Deku seemed unable to decide whether or not he wanted to kill Todoroki.

“Maybe if you gave us more time--”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’ve probably been too accommodating as it stands.” Deku chuckled lightly to himself. “Can’t have the other guys thinking I’m going soft. After all I did to prove otherwise. I’d have to break a few things to prove my point again and, well, no one would enjoy that.”

Uraraka fought the urge to shiver. To think that Deku had actually injured other villains in order to prove that he was not to be questioned was a strange thing. Actions would always speak louder than words. He could tell them that he was no longer a hero only so many times before it became repetitive. Or he could show them just how cruel and cold he could be. Deku had always been good at proving what he believed in and who he was.

“Ochako?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m a little disappointed that you don’t think I still know you.” He did sound disappointed, like when you wanted it to be sunny but opened the door to find it raining.

His words caused Uraraka to furrow her brow. “What--?”

“Tell Shoto I’m sorry.”

Uraraka whipped her head around to look Todoroki, who had done the same to look at her. Their eyes met for a second, confusion written in both their gazes and their bodies equally tense, when a massive wall of blue fire exploded into the room and took Todoroki completely out of her sight. She didn’t even get the chance to scream out for him. The explosion was so intense that it knocked all of them off their feet. Uraraka went sailing back, crashing into Bakugou and then through a window. He managed to grab her so that he took the brunt of their fall when they landed, but then let go as both of them rolled about on the ground.

She hadn’t even come to a complete stop when she started scrambling to her feet and screamed, “Todoroki!” Her wide eyes took in the sight of half the building blown to pieces as blue flames ate greedily and flickered in the air. It didn’t look like it would stand for much longer, certainly not if another explosion hit it. To their right, Iida was setting Tsu back on her feet. He must’ve grabbed her and leapt out the other window. Everyone else was still inside. Uraraka felt sick. The blast had been huge. Was anyone still alive?

“Oh, was that rude? Should I have knocked?”

The smoke cleared a bit, showing Dabi standing beside the hole of the building. Of course she had known it was him -- those blue flames were as good as a signature -- but to see him just standing there, jacket billowing in the wind, his eyes glowing as blue as his flames, Uraraka couldn’t help but feel like she was on edge.

Before Uraraka could do anything though, Bakugou was flying himself toward Dabi with his explosive quirk at a rocket-like speed and screaming, “You bastard!” Both of them let off explosions at the same time, Bakugou’s orange colliding with Dabi’s blue, so strong that Uraraka was forced to throw an arm over her face and bend down to one knee to brace herself so that she wasn’t thrown back again. When she pulled her arm away, she saw that Bakugou had launched himself in the air with one hand at the last second to avoid Dabi’s flames while attacking with the other. He fell to the ground now, aiming like a bullet, directly towards Dabi, his eyes as red as fire.

“Uraraka, watch out!” Iida yelled.

So focused on Bakugou and Dabi and dazed from being thrown out the window, Uraraka had stopped paying attention to everything else. She spun around just in time to see a large chunk of the street flying towards her. She couldn’t dodge it, so she threw a hand out in hopes that she could tag it with her quirk before it smashed into her, but at the last second a wall of ice erupted in between her and the concrete. Ice shattered around her, but it did the job of shielding her from the rubble.

Todoroki hopped out of the window of the burning building, panting heavily and staggering for a moment. His costume was singed and he was bleeding over his forehead, but he was alive. He must have used the ice half of his quirk to shield himself from most of Dabi’s initial blast. Now he looked infuriated as he walked towards the villain who had appeared from the mouth of the alley.

Fire burst to life behind Todoroki as Endeavor joined Bakugou in fighting Dabi and she heard Dabi actually laugh, “Oh, you too!” So some of them had survived the initial attack. She shook her head. She couldn’t worry about that. She couldn’t be distracted during this fight. Their fears had been correct; the only villains in the area hadn’t been in Kaminari’s apartment. They hadn’t even gotten inside the building.

Iida and Todoroki started towards the villain, who pressed his hands to the ground. The street started to quake under their feet, as if alive, and then break into pieces. It threw Iida off track, taking away his footing. Tsu was able to leap from each chunk of concrete like it was a maze while Todoroki used his ice quirk to skate over the broken ground. The villain threw up more of the street in Todoroki’s way, forcing him to blast them with his fire, but it gave Uraraka an idea.

She ran forward, stumbling through the street as it shook and broke underneath her, slapping her hands on the large rubble as she did so. When she felt like she had enough, she rounded back to where she’d started and touched the large block of concrete that had been thrown at her initially. “Get out of the way!” she shouted. Todoroki slid to a halt and glanced back at her. He got the picture pretty quickly, throwing himself to the side right as she swung the debris like a bat so that she hit all the floating chunks of rabble as hard as she could. It rained on the villain like a hailstorm, too massive for him to dodge.

The victory was short-lived though as a shadow snaked its way through the cracked street and then wrapped itself around Uraraka’s ankle. She let out a yelp as she was jerked into the air upside down and then slammed into the ground like she was nothing but a ragdoll. She gasped as the air was stolen from her lungs and her head felt like it had been cracked despite wearing her helmet. Then, before she could be thrown again, Tsu’s tongue wrapped around her waist and pulled her to safety.

“Do you see him?” Iida questioned as they all looked around for the source of the shadows.

Instead of getting their questions answered, Dabi jumped back and said, “Your turn!” and shadows as black as ink burst onto the scene. They were so thick that they seemed to swallow Bakugou and Endeavor until nothing could be seen except pitch blackness. It was like they were gone, except that they could still be heard. Even one of Bakugou’s explosions sounded out, but only the darkness could be seen and they all gaped at it, not knowing what to do.

After only a moment’s hesitation, Iida shot forward, darting into the shadows and disappearing from sight. Seconds later, he appeared again, looking frazzled, but before he could get out of the mess completely, the shadows contracted, like water being sucked down a drain. The shadow caught hold of his leg like it had Uraraka’s ankle. When it was done, they could see the shadows were tightly wound over Bakugou and Endeavor as well, holding them in an anaconda-like grip in the air so that neither of them could move their hands. Explosions rattled out of Bakugou’s hands as he struggled in the painful grip, but they did nothing to hinder the shadows binding them.

When Uraraka and Todoroki took a step forward, Endeavor snapped, “Don’t come closer!”

“Smart choice,” Dabi mused before letting off another burst of fire. This time, it was aimed towards Tsu. She leaped out of the way as Todoroki shot a row of ice spikes at him.

With him distracted by counteracting Todoroki, Uraraka ran up behind Dabi. She was only a few inches away from slapping him on the back when a knife buried itself in the ground right at her feet. She gasped and pulled back, which caught Dabi’s attention. He threw a hand in her face and started to activate his quirk. Both of them seemed to realize what was about to happen at the same time and their eyes widened in surprise. He was going to hit her right in the face with his flames. Deku had sworn that if Dabi hurt Uraraka, he’d break Dabi in half and she had a gut feeling that Dabi had seen firsthand what happened to people that Deku didn’t like.

And then the fire winked out as if someone had blown on it so that she was left to gawk at Dabi’s hand an inch away from her face.

They stared at each other for a second, interrupted by a yell and then someone crashing into Dabi. Uraraka gasped when she saw that it was Kirishima. He was a little burnt, but otherwise uninjured. When the explosion hit, he must have hardened himself. Dabi’s flame had gone out suddenly too, which meant-- Uraraka looked over to see Aizawa carrying Jirou out of the nearly destroyed building. They both looked worse for wear, Jirou especially, but they were alive. He must have cancelled Dabi’s quirk right before Dabi let it off.

However, Uraraka didn’t get to bask in the relief of her friends’ lives when more knives started to rain down on her. She did her best to dodge them until one of them got her in the thigh and she went crashing to the ground.

“Not her, you idiot!” Dabi shouted as he jumped away of Kirishima’s swing. His nose was bleeding from where he must have been hit by Kirishima, but he’d gotten out of the hero’s grip.

“Stay still!” Kirishima growled.

Uraraka tried running in Aizawa’s direction, but was forced to come to a halt when a villain dropped down in between her and them. It was a woman, wearing an absurdly revealing outfit that seemed almost entirely made out of knives. The woman smiled and practically purred, “Oh, you must be the one he talks about so much.” Uraraka narrowed her eyes. “Strange. You don’t look like much.”

Once upon a time, talk about Deku might have gotten Uraraka’s mind off track. She was terribly messed up over this whole scenario, but she wasn’t about to let some villain knock her off her game and so she attacked. The woman was much more graceful than Uraraka and she pulled out a knife from around her leg, spinning it delicately on a finger before slashing at Uraraka with it. She managed to bend backwards out of its way, sliding under the woman’s outstretched arm and slamming a palm into her chest. With her quirk activated, it sent the woman careening backwards until she hit a wall.

“We got this!” Uraraka exclaimed as the knife villain and Dabi squared up together. “Help the others!”

If Aizawa managed to find the villain with that strange shadow quirk, it would free Bakugou, Endeavor, and Iida from his grasp. She could hear Bakugou exploding behind her in rage, Iida’s engines bursting at full speed to pull himself out, and Endeavor’s flames attempting to cut through the shadows to no avail. She couldn’t help them. She needed to get through these two villains so that she could get to Kaminari.

Todoroki seemed to be on the same page. “I’ll distract them and you and Tsuyu go.”

She knew that Todoroki could take them on, but she didn’t like the idea of leaving him alone, especially since Jirou was nearby almost completely out of commission.

“Froppy will stay back to help,” Midnight’s voice came from behind. The three younger heroes looked back to her. Besides Jirou, she looked to have suffered the worst of the blast. Her costume had so many burnt patches, along with her skin, and pink smoke seemed to leak out of those holes. “I will come with you. With Eraserhead busy, we’ll need my quirk if we have any hopes of subduing Midoriya.”

After taking the two gas masks that Midnight was holding out to her, Uraraka nodded her head tightly. This was a disaster. She was frightened. She didn’t want to confront Deku again, but knew that it was unavoidable. A part of her hoped that he wasn’t in there. They couldn’t fight him head on. It should’ve been Todoroki or Bakugou.

Using his vast power, Todoroki cut a line for them straight to the apartment building, blocking the two villains from attacking her or Midnight, and they bolted in that direction, Midnight slightly ahead. Once they reached the side of the building, she touched the other woman’s arm and threw her up in the air. Uraraka did the same thing to herself, pushing off the ground, when she saw the streak of shadow out of the corner of her eyes. She was five feet off the ground when it burst up like an arm reaching out for her. Right before it could do so, it disappeared and she knew Aizawa must have found the villain controlling the shadows.

There was no time to consider it though, not when Uraraka grabbed hold of the railing on Kaminari’s balcony and deactivated her quirk so she and Midnight could stand on it. Uraraka took her helmet off and slipped the gas mask over her face as a thick, pink fog began to seep from Midnight’s exposed skin and they jerked open the door, the air happily sucking in the sedative smoke.

Except the apartment was empty.

Uraraka bolted through the apartment, but there was no one inside. There were obvious signs of a brief struggle and it looked like someone had raided Kaminari’s fridge, but that was it. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she realized that they had been tricked and she ripped the mask off and ran back onto the balcony.

“Where is he?” Bakugou screamed from below, ready to blast himself up to her level. Uraraka could only shake her head. She didn’t know.

“Up here, you guys!” came Deku’s excited voice. Uraraka leaned over the railing and twisted her neck so that she could look up towards the roof. Sure enough, there was Deku, one foot propped up on the edge while he rested his folded arms across his knee and leaned half his body over it. “There you are, Ochako. Safe and sound. I knew you’d be the one to come up for Kaminari.”

Uraraka’s heart seized in her chest. “Deku--”

“Stay there,” Deku told her as he straightened up. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Him ordering her around -- like he had any right to do so now -- angered her so much, but there was little she could do about it, especially when she realized what was about to happen. The others down below did as well and tried to brace for it, but when Deku jumped off the roof, they could only prepare so much for the impact. Using the strength of his quirk, Deku crash-landed in the middle of the fight like a meteor, smoke exploding everywhere, the impact so hard that it created a large crater and wrecked the street. The concrete shattered and more pieces of the building that Dabi had partially destroyed began to fall off in chunks. It created a shockwave that broke windows and set off car alarms. At the same time, Todoroki threw up a huge wall of ice and Bakugou let off a massive explosion to defend themselves and others.

It was way too much power. Uraraka had never seen Deku unleash so much unless it was to fight a villain, but now he was using it to just break things. Because he could. Because he was capable of such destruction and whoever was behind the scenes of this new League of Villains was just letting him go.

Uraraka didn’t wait for the smoke to settle. She threw herself over the balcony and did a free fall before activating her quirk on herself a few feet from the ground. The ground was uneven, like from an awful earthquake, and she skidded down a chunk of concrete before getting her balance. She shoved her way through the smoke towards the ice until she saw red flames to her right and she came to a stop. Had they come from Todoroki or Endeavor?

Chains shot towards her and wrapped themselves around her before she could react, writhing around her like snakes, and she fell sideways onto the cracked street. She gasped as they tightened around her and she couldn’t move her arms. A yelp slipped out of her as the chains began to drag her through the rubble towards whatever villain controlled them. She twisted her right wrist to a painful degree and stretched her fingers until she was able to brush her fingertips against the chains and then she tapped her thigh. The sudden change in gravity meant that she was jerked forward, but it must have startled the villain as well. She floated in the air and the chains loosened around her so that she was able to wiggle out of them.

Using an upturned part of the street as a base, Uraraka kicked off of it and floated through the fog like she was a part of it, shouts and explosions surrounding her, until she finally spotted two people. She released her quirk and landed next to Jirou and Iida, both of whom were covered in dust and blood. Iida was crouched down over Jirou, who was shoving him away so that she could sit up, even though it looked like she might tumble down again.

“Thank everything you’re alive,” Uraraka gasped.

Iida raised his eyes to her. “Uraraka, you came down here!” Of course she had. Had they expected her to listen to Deku’s order? “Help me with Jirou. She’s being stubborn. We need to get her out of here.”

“I’m fine,” Jirou snapped. She certainly didn’t look it, but Uraraka understood how she felt. “We’re blind right now anyways, so unless you want to walk right into a villain…” Iida gave them both uneasy looks. Taking a deep breath that looked uncomfortable, Jirou extended one of her earjacks into the ground and listened. Uraraka looked through the smoke. It was beginning to clear and she could see the telltale red streaks that came with Deku’s quirk. “Okay, there’s a clear path to our right, but we’ve gotta be quick.”

Luckily, quick was what Iida did, so she activated her quirk on Jirou so that he could pick her up with no issues and then climbed onto his back herself. She didn’t take away her own gravity, starting to feel the toll of using it on herself in the pit of her stomach. The last thing she needed to do was puke in the middle of a fight.

It was only when they stopped and Iida let them down did she notice that one of his engines was beginning to sputter. Iida caught her line of sight and admitted, “I had to overdo it in order to get Jirou away from the building when pieces started to fall off.”

Jirou practically fell down in a sitting position. “And I used my heartbeat speakers to blast most of the rubble away from me, but broke my left one. I think…” She struggled to move her leg, gritting through the pain that she could no longer hide. “I think my leg is broken.”

Behind them, Uraraka thought she heard Bakugou shouting something at Deku and she turned towards the sound of his voice, calling out like a beacon. With the smoke and dust mostly settled, the fight could be seen clearer now. Five villains, including Dabi, were on Aizawa and Endeavor while Todoroki and Bakugou were fighting with Deku. Tsu and Kirishima were nowhere to be seen. She couldn’t think about that.

At first, it looked as if the five villains were struggling with the two older pro heroes. With Aizawa cancelling their quirks left and right, it gave for easy picking for Endeavor, who was even more talented with his hellfire quirk than Todoroki was. The shadow villain was the most difficult to deal with, considering the versatility of his quirk, so Azawa was mostly focused on him, but then Dabi would let off a large burst of flames that forced Endeavor to counter with one of his instead of paying attention to the shadow villain. Endeavor was also forced to deal with a water controlling villain that worked alongside Dabi, which left him little opportunity to help Aizawa or consider the other fight going on.

The realization struck Uraraka: the villains weren’t fighting Aizawa and Endeavor; they were distracting them.

The real fight was between Deku, Todoroki, and Bakugou and the villains needed to ensure that the older heroes, especially Aizawa, were kept out of it. Deku’s quirk was overpowering. Now that he’d mastered it, he could take on multiple people at once. If Aizawa were to join in that fight, Deku would immediately go from one hundred to zero and Bakugou and Todoroki would be able to subdue him.

As of right now, Todoroki and Bakugou were trying to close in on Deku and keep him in one spot, but while they were fast, Deku was faster. He could punch a hole in Bakugou’s explosions and knock him back or shatter Todoroki’s ice with a kick that sent sharp ice flying everywhere.

Deku bolted in zigzag directions, leaping out of the way of Bakugou’s explosive reach to the side of a building, kicking off it to aim a punch at Todoroki. He managed to block Deku’s hit by using his fire to blow himself out of the way, but then Deku corrected himself swiftly by grabbing onto a piece of rubble, swinging around it and then launching it towards Bakugou. He blasted the rock with such a strong explosion that it turned the rubble into dust and bits of debris. Unfortunately, the rubble hid Deku who was coming up right behind it. Bakugou didn’t have time to let off a strong enough explosion to defend himself and he took a heavy hit from Deku, flying back at least fifteen feet and one of his grenade bracers breaking.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to make a decision on what to do and she had to do it now. “I’m going in.”

“Uraraka--” Iida started.

“Trust me, I’ll be fine,” she interrupted firmly. “I need you to look for Tsu and Kirishima.”

Iida didn’t look pleased, but he nodded his head in a determined fashion. He took off one way and Uraraka went off in the other in the direction of the fight between Aizawa and Endeavor and the five other villains. She activated her quirk on a large chunk of the street and then threw it like a frisbee in the direction of the shadow villain, whose back was to her. The ground villain saw her though and pulled up some more of the street to act as a shield. Still, it was enough to distract them and Aizawa was able to cancel the shadow villain’s quirk long enough to wrap him up in bindings and slam him hard enough on the ground to knock him unconscious.

The female knife villain let out a snarl and sent five blades in Uraraka’s direction, but then she was saved by Endeavor’s flames. With the fire as her cover, she was able to reach the knife villain and grab her by the wrist. Without gravity, Uraraka threw the woman into the sky, sending her floating practically into space, and then released her quirk so the knife villain fell at least fifteen stories from the air, a scream tearing from her throat as she fell. The villain with chains was able to snatch her out of the air and bring her safely to the ground.

Gasping for air, the woman shouted, “You little--” and threw at least a dozen large daggers at Uraraka. This time there was no Aizawa or Endeavor to save her and she let out a shout of fear.

Just as Uraraka hoped, Deku came to her rescue, letting out a gasp of, “Ochako!” and then shooting away from his fight with Todoroki. He was quicker than lightning, practically invisible to the naked eye. He snatched her up bridal style and carried her out of the way of the knives so fast that it was like a gust of wind blew through. Her hair settled as she took in a breath of air. Even Deku was breathing heavily. “Why would you be so reckless?”

Uraraka turned to face him, tears in her eyes, as she cradled his face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Deku.”

As soon as the words sunk in, Deku staggered as he began to float in the air and nearly dropped her. She peeled herself out of his arms and away from him, keeping his gaze as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His eyes flickered from her to his hands and then behind her. An awful, furious expression overcame his face when he realized that Aizawa had canceled his quirk and he had no hold on his gravity, leaving him to be an open target.

“DEKU!” Bakugou half growled/half roared as his explosions propelled him forward like a bat out of hell. He threw a hand out to snatch Deku, another explosion at the ready. Deku used a bit of debris to kick off the ground with his gravity zeroed out by Uraraka’s quirk to escape his grasp. She cancelled it quickly as Todoroki created a wall of ice from behind Deku to keep him from escaping. They had him. My god, they had him.

And then pitch black shadows and blue flames exploded at the same time, the shadows swallowing Deku and Bakugou while the fire forced everyone else back. It was like a line was cut in between them, severing them from each other.

“ENOUGH!” Deku raged from inside the darkness. There was a series of explosions as Bakugou set some off at random in an attempt to hit Deku, but then Uraraka saw the telltale signs of Deku’s power. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The shadows shielding him didn’t seem to matter as red and green lightning streaked through it and into the sky. “This would be easier if you did your damn jobs!”

“Bakugou, get out of there!” Uraraka screamed.

The shadows retreated and they were all left to watch in horror as Deku slammed a fist into the ground. Simply speaking, it blew everyone out of the water, heroes and villains alike, the ground rippling like a tidal wave. Uraraka was thrown backwards, but hit some rubble so that she didn’t go far. It was still painful and hard. She hit her head and blacked out for who knew how long.

When she came to, Uraraka slowly opened her eyes and pushed herself up, her entire body screaming in pain, her ears ringing, and her head throbbing. She gingerly touched the back of her head and winced when she felt something sticky and wet, her fingers coming back with blood. No wonder her head hurt so much, but she couldn’t think about it for too long. It was difficult to focus her vision, much less her thoughts. When she tried to sit up further, her body protested and she fell back down again, her hands scraping on the debris.

Lying there on the ground with her head turned to the side, Uraraka blinked her eyes and tried to focus. As far as she could tell, nearly everyone else was down as well. She caught sight of Aizawa’s scarves, but he wasn’t moving and they looked stained with blood. There seemed to be a flicker of Endeavor’s flames near him, but they were barely there, as if he was coming in and out of consciousness. The whole place was destroyed, looking as if someone had dropped a bomb in the middle of the street. The building they’d been in earlier was gone, having collapsed in on itself. Where were the others? Had Iida been able to find Tsu and Kirishima? Had they been able to get out of the area?

Gods, where was Bakugou? He’d been so close to where Deku had exploded.

Movement to her left caught her eyes and she watched as Dabi and the ground villain appeared in the clearing of the smoke. The ground villain must have used his quirk to protect them both from the quake caused by Deku. Dabi was nudging something with his foot as he wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his blue eyes glowing dimly in the light of the fires and a hint of interest on his otherwise cold face. She managed to scoot a little to get a glimpse of what Dabi was looking at and felt her breath stolen away when she saw that it was an unconscious Todoroki, his right half patchy with ice and steam coming from his left.

“There, there, stay still,” she heard Deku sigh in a calming but exhausted tone. With some difficulty, Uraraka pushed herself up so that she could get a better view of him. He was leaning over someone, a knee pressed deep into their back, an almost gentle look on his face. “I wouldn’t struggle if I was you. After taking a hit like that, even indirectly, you must be in a lot of pain, Kacchan.”

Bakugou. Deku was leaning over Bakugou. Uraraka’s heart jumped. She tried to get up, but it was a struggle. She couldn’t tell if she’d broken anything, but her head was so dizzy. His costume was burnt on his right leg, showing red and angry skin, where one of Bakugou’s explosions must have hit him, but he was the one still standing while Bakugou was on the ground.

“I-I’ll kill you, D-Deku,” Bakugou said through gritted teeth.

Deku tossed his head back and let out another sigh. His right arm was shaking slightly, so he used his left to grab Bakugou by his hair. “I know.” He slammed Bakugou’s face into the ground and Uraraka twitched. “And I know. I really should just kill you now.” He did it again, like that Nomu had done Aizawa during the USJ Incident their first year. “All those stories about how villains get caught because they couldn’t stop talking or let a personal grudge get the best of them?”

Blood spilled out of Bakugou’s nose and he spit out some more when Deku let go of his head. “Why d-don’t you just sh-shut up then?”

“Oh, Kacchan, you didn’t think this was just about Ochako, did you?” Deku asked in a voice that brought tears to Uraraka’s eyes. It wasn’t anger or disgust or anything like that. It was hurt. It was pain. It was all the awful things that Bakugou had done to Deku when they were kids before some sort of respect had been born. Even Bakugou stilled upon hearing that voice. “All those years, all those days, when I was just trying to be nice because I admired you and you were so strong. I wanted to be just like you -- but you were a monster.”

Uraraka clawed toward them, digging her way through the dirt and rubble, gathering more scrapes and bruises as she went along, the thin material of her outfit catching on rocks and tearing. She had to get to them. She wasn’t sure what she could do, but she had to do something. “Deku…”

“It amazes me,” Deku continued, his words taking on a disdainful tone, “the kind of trash they’ll let become heroes these days. You were a nightmare, Kacchan. Do you know how many times I had to go to the nurse’s office after getting a beating from you? How many burns I had to fix up on my own? How many outfits my mother had to either repair or just throw away because they were too destroyed?”

Bakugou was silent, as he should be. There was still anger in him, of course, but it bled into something else that she couldn’t read from where she was on the ground. The left side of his face was pressed into the ground and he stared up at Deku with one red eye, blood seeping over it from a cut over his eyebrow. He was still, the only movement coming from his chest as he struggled to breathe with Deku leaning on top of him.

“That quirk of yours… So strong, so destructive… You never once used it for good until UA. All you knew how to do was hurt and so that’s what you did. Now does sound like like a hero to you?” Deku leaned down closer to Bakugou and dug his knee further into Bakugou’s back when he didn’t answer. “Does it?”

“Screw you,” Bakugou gasped.

Deku pulled upright, a rather smug expression on his face, like he’d expected that response. “You’re only as strong as your quirk and I was nothing compared to you then. Look at us now!” He pulled something out of his boot and held it up in the air. Uraraka’s eyes widened when she saw the knife gleaming in the light of the fire. “Your quirk comes from secreting sweat from your palms, right? Have you ever wondered if you’d still have a quirk if you didn’t have hands?” He grinned in amusement. “I have. You know, I wondered how you’d feel if you were quirkless. Not so I could treat you as you did me, but so you could learn some humility. So you could understand what it truly means to be a hero.”

Oh god, no, oh god, no! Panic flared in Uraraka’s mind as she watched Deku spin the knife delicately between his fingers. Bakugou began to struggle again, but then Deku used his quirk to still him and Bakugou grunted in pain as he was shoved harder into the ground.

“I don’t think I’ll use my quirk for this. I deserve to take my time.”

“Deku!” Uraraka managed to cry out. “Deku, please!”

This was too much. She couldn’t handle it. There would be no going back.

Deku paused, the knife right over Bakugou’s right wrist. “You know what he did to me? You know what he said?” She didn’t reply, knowing that it was his time to talk. This was his moment. “The day that sludge villain attacked him and I jumped in to help him despite being weak and afraid, Kacchan told me to throw myself off the roof. He told me to kill myself.” His hand shook. “He probably would’ve laughed about it had I done it. What kind of hero does something like that?”

“They don’t,” Uraraka said. She pushed herself up, cringing as she did so, but then she grabbed onto some of the upturned street and got to her feet. “They don’t do this either.”

The knife was trembling a hair over Bakugou’s wrist. “He doesn’t deserve a quirk like this. He doesn’t deserve to be called a hero. He isn’t one.” Tears appeared in his eyes. So emotional, her Deku, he felt everything. He felt so much. He never hid how he felt either. “Kacchan might have been the hero in his story, but he was the villain in mine.”

He lifted the knife, ready to bring it back down, and Uraraka exclaimed, “You’re right!” and Deku halted. He turned to look at her. She took a shaky step towards him. “You’re right. He’s...terrible. He’s rude, selfish, and an arrogant bastard.” She didn’t look at Bakugou as she spoke, only at Deku, who stared back at her. She didn’t want to see the look on Bakugou’s face, whether it was shocked, confused, or nothing at all. She didn’t want to know. “But I don’t want to see you do this either.” She held out a hand. “Take me with you.”

Deku blinked. “What?”

“Take me with you,” Uraraka repeated, stronger this time.

Bakugou jerked from his spot on the ground and this time Deku didn’t push him down harder, just stayed in position. “Uraraka, don’t--”

“Shut up, Bakugou, this doesn’t concern you,” Uraraka interrupted, not unkindly. He went silent though. A small, tremulous smile appeared on Deku’s face. “I’m starting to get it now, I think. How can a society be good when they allow bad people to become heroes? It’s not fair. I...I don’t want that. But I don’t want this either. I’m still a hero to you, aren’t I?” He slowly nodded his head, almost mesmerized. Her hand started to shake the longer she held it out to him. “I’ll do whatever you want, Deku. Just don’t do this. Please, for me. Let’s just go. Take me away from here. Take me with you.”

It’s you. It’s always been you.

There was nothing but the crackle of fire around them and the wind until finally she watched as Deku sheathed the knife back in his boot and step up. Before Bakugou could attempt to get up, Deku hooked a foot underneath him and kicked him hard so that he flung to the side and smacked into a wall. He didn’t get back up or even move. Uraraka flinched, but she said nothing, just continued to hold out her hand. When Deku told a hold of it, she tried to breathe steadily.

“We’re done here,” Deku decided. He tugged her closer to him. He didn’t look just happy as he looked her in the eyes; he looked relieved. His eyes flickered behind her and he furrowed his brow. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Uraraka turned around and brought a hand to cover her mouth when she saw a warp gate appear and then Dabi lift an unconscious Todoroki over his shoulder in front of it. Todoroki was by no means small. He’d been fairly tall when Uraraka had first met him back when they were fifteen. But despite being thin, Dabi carried him like a sack of flour. Todoroki hung limp, his feet and hands swaying as Dabi moved and his hair hanging over his grey and blue eyes.

“You get your toy,” Dabi replied. “Why can’t I have mine?”

Deku huffed. “That wasn’t the plan. We’re supposed to kill him.” He didn’t sound angry, just worn down.

“What if we find a better use for him?” Dabi countered, a sly grin on his face. It looked eerie on him. “What if he’s better to us alive?” Deku tilted his head in thought. “You don’t really want to kill him, do you?”

“He could...come in handy…” Deku murmured.

Dabi hoisted Todoroki further on his shoulder. “I think it could turn into a new opportunity.” He jabbed a finger back where Endeavor was coming to. “Plus, it’ll really stick it to that bastard if we’ve got his precious, little Shoto.” He took a few steps back towards the warp gate. “C’mon, Midoriya, it’ll be fun. We’ll all be one big, happy family.”

Uraraka didn’t think that Todoroki would be happy about any of this. When he came to and found out that she had willingly gone with Deku, he was going to be infuriated. Still, she hadn’t known what else to do. She couldn’t let Deku freaking cut off Bakugou’s hand. Uraraka suddenly felt as if she’d overused her quirk and maybe she had and the adrenaline was just now wearing off. My gods, would Deku have really gone through that? How horrible had Bakugou been? Deku had talked about it some, but he’d always brushed it off in the end before.

“What are you going to do with Todoroki?” Uraraka asked in a quiet voice as Deku guided her towards the warp gate. She was almost too afraid to ask, but knew she had to even if she didn’t get an answer.

“It’ll be for his own good,” Deku insisted, though it wasn’t much of an answer. “I mean, I won’t lie. It’s going to hurt -- it did with me -- but this will be for the best.” He nodded his head enthusiastically, but his eyes were distant, like his mind was lost in thoughts again and she couldn’t really reach him. “Yeah, this is much better. I wasn’t really savoring the idea of killing him.”

He swung an arm around her and kissed her on the temple. She was still dizzy and weak from his last attack, so he was very nearly supporting her. She didn’t look back until the very end when they turned around. Bakugou was shoving himself to his feet with Kirishima’s help, but Uraraka couldn't feel relief at the redhead’s appearance from the way Bakugou was swaying dangerously and how damaged they both looked. When she and Bakugou connected eyes, the first thing she saw was rage -- but then behind it, clear as day, fear. She couldn’t remember seeing that in him ever before. She wondered if Deku could see the desperation in Bakugou as he tried to fire off a few pitiful explosions.

Maybe Deku had, but his warning goodbye, “Stay back, Kacchan,” and the protective way he held Uraraka against him had Bakugou freezing. The last thing she saw was Bakugou’s horrified face. Hopefully he saw her mouth the words and he believed her.

I’m sorry.

Gods, she was. She really was. She couldn't keep her promise to him.

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