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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Hiya! Do you have some time for a Zsaszmask with their son?(yes, yes, it becomes my guilty pleasure) when Andrew went for a date with his lover. As overprotective parents, they followed him to see what's going on? And guess what, Harley is in the area too to piss them off? Some humor and fluff would be nice. Thanks in advance and have a nice day (P.S: I prepare a little something for you!)

Don't You Trust Me? | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

Hey! I've always got time for these, because ngl, I'm pretty invested in this AU too, now. <3 I really hope you enjoy this! :) (P.S.: You are??? That's so sweet, aw, thank you! Can't wait. <3)

summary; see above.

notes; Swearing; Domestic; Kid Fic; Spying on their kid; Overprotective Parents; tiny bit of angst because Roman being Roman, I guess. (Andrew's partner is non-binary, btw. <3)

“Okay, I’m going then, dads. See you later, love you!” Andrew called to his dads from the door.

“Don’t stay out too late, Andrew!” Roman yelled back and got a muffled “I won’t” back, after which he heard the door fall shut.

Sionis stood next to his partner for a moment, frowning. Then he suddenly clasped Victor’s shoulder with such force that it actually startled Zsasz a little, “C’mon, Victor! We’ve got to follow him. Fuck knows what kind of person he is meeting with,” Roman proclaimed, looking determined as ever.

“Uh, no offence, boss, but he’s eighteen. I don’t think we should be following him, right?” Victor responded, looking at Roman.

“What? Of course we need to follow him! It doesn’t fucking matter how old he is. No son of mine meets up with someone I don’t know without supervision.”

“Haven’t you been unsupervised all the time when you went out as a teen?”

“Because my parents didn’t care, Zsasz,” he looked at him incredulously over the rim of his sunglasses, “But we’re caring parents, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, but I doubt my parents would’ve followed me on a date when I was eighteen and they cared, too,” Victor muttered.

“It’s the right thing to do, I know it. So come on! Do you remember where he said he’d go?”

After Victor nodded to affirm that, yes, he remembered that, Roman practically just shoved him out the door, so they could get in the Rolls Royce downstairs in record time. Honestly, Zsasz was still taken by surprise more often than not to find that Roman was the overprotective kind of parent. Not that he was much different; he just tried not to show it too much. He also tried to remind Sionis to do the same, because it’d be more dangerous if people knew that he truly cared so much about their son, but of course his partner disregarded that – although Victor guessed it wasn’t intentional.

“Do you know anything about this person he’s meeting? Because he told me absolutely fucking nothing,” Roman groused, and yeah, it was fair, he hated being left out on anything.

“Well, their name’s Cassidy, they’re nineteen, just started going to Gotham Academy, and Andy met them on the internet first. This would be the first time they actually meet each other as far as I know,” Zsasz responded dutifully.

He was able to really see the different emotions cross Roman’s face as he talked; first a raised eyebrow and an intrigued look; then an impressed nod; and then anger and anxiety, which he now displayed to their fullest. In a way, Victor could understand it, he too felt anxious over Andy meeting up with some rando from the internet, but he trusted him. Didn’t mean he had to be a fan of all this either.

“Has Andy told you those things?” Roman hissed, and for a moment, Victor really didn’t know if he should lie or not.

“Yeah,” he replied, deciding not to lie. It was no use, Sionis would have found out anyway, and then he’d have to deal with the inferno that was his rage and he really didn’t like it aimed at him.

“Fucking fuck!” Roman yelled, clenching his hands into tight fists, the leather squeaking a little, “Why doesn’t he tell me these things, Victor?”

He could only shrug, he didn’t know. Sometimes Andy just didn’t tell him things, and Victor guessed that was just how teens were. He couldn’t remember how he was back then if he was honest.

Roman scoffed, crossed his arms angrily and stayed silent until they’ve arrived near the café Andy would meet up with Cassidy. A public place was always good for such things, although still dangerous – especially in Gotham.

They parked a few streets away in an alleyway, where they’d leave the car and driver and then stay around the café to watch over their son. It was pretty straight-forward.

Across the street from the coffeehouse was an expensive clothes store, which they went into to stay hidden and still be able to see Andrew. As they stood near the shop window, Zsasz was the first to spot Andy sitting outside at one of the small coffee tables, smiling at his phone and looking around, every couple of minutes, respectively.

“Cassidy is late?” Roman asked quietly, looking at Andrew, while he was acting as though he was looking at the blazers they stood in front of.

“Hm, no, Andy’s just early,” Victor replied, a slight smile on his lips.

After a couple of minutes, someone came to stand in front of Andrew and he jumped up immediately, wrapping his arms around them. Must have been Cassidy then. Looking at them like this, Victor wasn’t sure this really was the first time they’ve met, but what the hell did he know anyway?

And then they kissed.

Zsasz could hear Roman’s teeth clank as his mouth snapped shut in an instant. Sure enough, when he looked over to him, he was clenching his jaw, an icy, piercing glare fixed at their son’s- date? Partner? Huh.

“Didn’t you say they met for the first time today?” Sionis asked through clenched teeth.

“That’s what he told me.”

“Does that fucking look like a first meeting?” Roman yelled, causing some people to turn around to look at them in shock – although they averted their gazes very quickly again, after noticing who they were.

“Not really, I’d say, no.”

“How can you be so fucking calm, what the fuck, Victor? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Zsasz shrugged, “You know how teens are, keeping their first relationship secret for a while and all.”

“I had reason to do that! He doesn’t!”

“Okay, hey, it’s alright. We’ll talk to him later, alright?” Victor tried to get Roman to calm down a little, putting his hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eyes intensely.

Sionis inhaled sharply, taking a few deep breaths and coming back down a little, “Yeah- Yes, ‘kay. We’ll talk to him later. Fine.”

Before Zsasz could say anything else reassuring, an obnoxiously loud, shrill, accented voice rang through the store, “Romy Baby!”

That Harley-Bitch. Great,that was what they both needed now.

Victor could swear that behind his sunglasses, Roman’s eye was twitching because of how irritated he was. And really, he couldn’t blame his partner one bit – he, too, was fucking annoyed by her mere presence.

“Miss Quinn, what a coincidence to meet you here. Right now, no less,” Roman said, his voice strained, just like the all too polite smile on his face. Zsasz hated that Harley caused him to hide like this.

“Well, I was just in the area and saw you through the window! ‘Course I had to come and say Hi, Romy! Oh, and see, Andy Baby is just across the street, too!”

“Which is entirely unrelated, of course.”

“Sure, sure! Is he on a date?” she gasped, “Oh, I should go say Hi to them as well! Maybe I should tell him that his two dads are spying on him. What do you say, Romy?”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell him that, Harley! He’s my son. I’m allowed to look after him.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. It’s kinda weird of parents to do that. He’s eighteen, baby, let him do his thing in peace, huh? It can fuck’em up pretty bad if you don’t give’em their space, y’know?”

“I am! I fucking am!” Roman was stomping his foot on the ground as he yelled that and in all this time, Victor’s never seen him do that.

Harley just shrugged, waved at them and skipped out of the store and across the street within the blink of an eye, it seemed. Fuck.

Roman was in shock, looking at her going up to Andy, and Victor couldn’t say that he was any less shocked.

“That fucking crazy bitch!” his boss hissed quietly and stalked out of the store, too, Victor coming after him dutifully.

Zsasz felt such deep hatred for this bitch then and there, when they crossed the street and she wasn’t to be seen anywhere. And when they looked over to Andrew, he was looking right back at them. Shit. She set them up.

“Dads?” Andy called for them, frowning.

“Fuck,” they both muttered in unison and walked over.

“Hey, baby, we were just-,” Roman started, but Andrew interrupted him.

“Following me?”

“Well- We were just concerned. Not knowing who you were going to meet and all,” his partner defended himself, and fuck, Victor’s not seen him this- flustered, really, in, well, ever.

“Right. Uh, sorry, anyway. Cassidy, those are my dads. Dads, this is Cassidy, my- uh, partner,” Andy introduced them all to each other, red in the face and shrinking in on himself towards the end, getting increasingly more quiet with each word.

“Nice to meet you both, sirs,” Cassidy said, smiling gently.

“Pleasure’s all ours,” Roman smiled politely, putting on his faked friendly, diplomatic mask in an instant.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Victor just mumbled.

Then they stood there. Roman was staring holes into Andy’s date and Zsasz debated with himself if he shouldn’t just grab him and drag him back to the car, but Andy beat him to it.

“Could you please leave us alone then? Please? I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry.”

Roman nodded jerkily, “’Kay, we’ll go home. But if anything goes wrong, you call us.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, dad, I promise!”

That was when Zsasz really did take Roman by his arm and dragged him away before this went on any longer. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

Throughout the car ride, Roman had his arms crossed and was quiet, while he just frowned, pursing his lips. Victor wanted to suggest killing someone to get his mind off things, but he knew it wouldn’t go over very well, so he kept quiet.

Back at home, Roman sat down on his chaise longue, still with his arms crossed, and an even deeper frown on his face. He immediately went to work on making him a Martini. It might not solve anything then, but it usually calmed his nerves a little.

“I’m not a bad father, right?” Roman asked quietly all of a sudden, while Zsasz was still busy preparing his drink.

“No, you’re not,” he replied honestly, pouring the drink into its designated glass.

Then he walked over and gave it to Roman, who nodded in thanks.

“Why doesn’t he trust me then?”

“He does.”

“Really? Because last time I checked, he trusted you with the information of who he was going to meet. Not me!” Roman took a sip of his Martini, sighing shakily after.

“Look, I don’t know why he didn’t tell you, but I swear he trusts you just as much.”

His partner side-eyed him then and took another mouthful of his drink, “I don’t know, Vic. I don’t think he does.”

“Ask him, when he comes home,” Roman full on glared at him then, but Victor just stared back, “You know I’m right. If you want to be sure that he trusts you, ask him.”

“I hate when you make sense,” he muttered, “but fine, I’ll ask him.”

A couple of hours later, Andy finally came home, a happy little smile stuck on his face.

“And I’m back. See? I’m fine, dad,” was his greeting, which didn’t particular amuse Roman.

“Sit down, I need to talk to you,” he said – ordered – instead.

Andrew’s smile vanished pretty instantly, worry clear in his expression. “Okay? What is it?”

“Do you trust me?” Blunt as ever, Roman went straight to business.

Even after all these years, their son wasn’t quite used to it, visibly taken aback by the question, and Victor couldn’t blame him for it.

“Yeah, of course I do. Why?”

“Because you told Victor who you were meeting and I didn’t know anything. Although, granted, you also lied to him about this being your first meeting, so at least there’s that, I suppose.” Now he was just being snappy, which wasn’t anything surprising either, to Victor at least.

“Uh- Shit, sorry. Dad, I didn’t mean to- I meant to tell you, too. I-“

“Then why didn’t you?”

Andy shrunk in on himself, “Because I didn’t want you to forbid me to go. I didn’t lie to papa when I said that I’m meeting them for the first time.”

“You two kissed the second you saw each other! What the fuck, Andrew?”

“We’ve been a couple for a few months now, but only virtually. They’ve only moved here recently to go to the academy. Today was the first chance we had of meeting, I swear. It just felt right.”

Roman didn’t say anything for bit, just breathing heavily through his rage. Victor walked over to him, put his hands on his shoulders and massaged them firmly, helping to ground him. Yelling at Andy wouldn’t do them any good now, either.

“Alright. Fine,” he sighed eventually, brushing his hands through his hair, “Fuck. As long as you’re happy. I trust you to tell us if they do anything that makes you unhappy, so we can deal with it, ‘kay?”

A small smile stretched Andrew’s lips and both Roman and Victor couldn’t help but smile, too.

“Deal. Thanks, dad,” Andy said, got up, walked over and hugged Roman, “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to feel like this.”

“It’s alright. I promise I won’t follow you on your dates anymore. But I’d like you to keep some of my security nearby.”

“I can work with that,” Andrew chuckled, kissing Roman’s cheek, “I love you, dad.”

Roman kissed Andy’s temple and patted his arm. Then their son let go of him and also came up to Victor to kiss his cheek, “And I love you too, papa.”

“I know, love you too, Andy.”

He may have been eighteen at the time, but he was still their baby, that was for sure. Victor thought they did a pretty good job with him.

#kid fic #roman sionis #roman sionis fanfiction #victor zsasz #victor zsasz fanfiction #zsaszmask #zsaszmask au #zsaszmask fanfic #harley quinn #mlm ship #mlm fanfic #mlm fiction #harley quinn birds of prey #i hope this story makes sense i just wrote it while scratching myself into a mess and even after reading it through i have no idea #hfshskghsk im really sorry

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starions · 3 years

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*blows the dust off this one* a butch x lw oneshot i wrote when i was fifteen, starring my lone wanderer gigi halloway. enjoy

Gigi wrinkled her nose as she stepped over the dead raider. His blood pooled under her boots and she dragged them along the old, shag carpet to clean them off. One hundred caps to clean this abandoned townhouse of raiders and they got to keep the spoils? Good enough for her. Butch, though, would not stop complaining about it.

“I still think we shoulda asked for more caps,” Butch mumbled, putting his gun back in his holster.

Gigi sighed, and knelt down to loot the raider. She couldn’t help but to notice how young the dead man was; her and Butch’s age tops. She frowned, and brought out a cap stash hidden in his pocket. “See? This job basically pays for itself. And if we sell some weapons and armor, then it will be worthwhile. I’m not sure why you’re complaining. Go loot that girl over there.”

Butch glared at the redhead, but did as he was told. “Can’t we just, I don’t know, find caps anotha way?”

Gigi wiped blood off on her jeans, standing up. “Like what Butch? Cutting hair?”

Scoffing, Butch finished looting the raider, producing nothing but a few bobby pins and some shotgun shells. He never liked that he got hairdresser on the G.O.A.T, just like Gigi didn’t like getting Pip-Boy repair girl. Jesus, Pip-Boy repair. Why would she ever want to do that? She was lucky Mr. Brotch changed it for her, she was much happier working with her dad in his clinic.

Just the thought of her dad made Gigi’s brow furrow and heart twist.

“You okay?” Butch asked, stuffing the bobby pins in his pocket.

Nodding, Gigi turned her heal, facing away from Butch. This was not the time to cry about her dad. Shaking it off, Gigi continued looking for supplies.

The two found nothing more in the living room, except maybe a few good food items and a spare bottle cap hidden under a rug. This townhouse had two more bedrooms, though, and Gigi and Butch couldn’t risk leaving anything valuable out of their hands. They entered the first bedroom, which was obviously used for more than sleep, judging by the smell and the old condom wrappers on the floor. Worn down posters of nearly nude girls plastered the walls, and chems were everywhere. It was fucking disgusting in there.

“Jesus!” Butch muttered, pulling his white undershirt up to cover his nose. Gigi coughed into her elbow, stepping over stains on the carpet. “You ain’t going in there,” Butch said, pulling on her arm.

“I’m not going to touch anything Butch, lighten up. It is just… so gross.” Gigi couldn’t help but to gag, and she stepped back. Butch still held her by the elbow, and the two were touching back-to-back now.

“Remember what Mr. Brotch taught us in sex-ed? About… fluids?” Butch said the last word with disgust, and Gigi snorted.

“I can’t believe you remember anything about that class, Butch, I thought you were too busy thinking about dicks and tits.” She shook loose of his grip and tiptoed in the room. Making sure to avoid touching anything nasty, she pulled open a dresser. Gigi raised her eyebrows. “There are a lot of condoms in here. Jesus Christ what the fuck was this place?”

“Raiders, man,” Butch said, hesitantly following Gigi’s lead. “They’re fucking disgusting.”

Gigi opened a few more dressers, not finding anything worthwhile. She considered stashing some chems to sell, but decided against it. Once people around here catch word you’re dealing, they won’t leave you alone.

She did, however, stash some condoms. Not to use herself, but, you know in case. With who? She didn’t know. Definitely not Butch. That thought almost made her laugh aloud. Though, he was nicer to her now out of the vault. Both of them were the only thing left of the vault. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad… they were already stuck with each other.

Gigi shook the thought out of her head, glaring at the poster of a topless girl in front of her. What in God’s name was she thinking just now? Fuck. She stood there, drumming her fingers on the dresser, admiring the crudely drawn penis pointing to the mouth of the girl on the poster, when Butch piped up.

“Hey Gee?” Her head snapped behind her, and she noticed how red in the face Butch was all of the sudden. “You a virgin?”

The sound that came out of Gigi’s mouth was a mixture of a laugh and a gasp. Why would he ask that in the middle of a dirty sex pit? “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“Right,” Butch muttered. “Forget I said anything.”

Gigi turned around, facing the poster again. Truth be told, she wasn’t. Two weeks after the G.O.A.T she had fucked Freddie Gomez because he got trash burner as his job. It didn’t mean anything; he was sad, and Gigi had just come to the revelation that she’d have to lose her virginity to someone in the vault. She’d rather it be Freddie than that asshole Wally Mack, or Butch for that matter.

Gigi faced Butch again, who was fiddling with his Pip-Boy. “Are you?” Gigi asked, suddenly curious.

Butch head jolted up, and he glared at her. “You can’t ask me that when you ignored it when I asked!”

She grinned, amused by his answer. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“You go first.”

“Fine,” Gigi said, stepping over a particularly large stain to inspect the night table. “I’m not a virgin.”

“You’re full of shit,” Butch said, crossing his arms. Gigi looked at him from across the bed and shrugged. “For real? You really fucked some rando out in the wastes?”

“I never said I lost my virginity in the wasteland.”

Butch’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. “No way you slept with someone from the vault. He would have told me.”

Gigi grinned, pulling a box of stimpacks out of the nightstand. What was the use for them in this setting? Shrugging, she put them in her bag. “I told him not to tell anyone, especially you,” she paused, “considering the fact he was a Tunnel Snake.” Or, trying to join Butch’s gang, for that matter.

“You ain’t gonna tell me, is that it?” Butch narrowed his eyes, wanting more information.

“I’ll tell you once you tell me if you’re a virgin or not.”

Butch pressed his lips together, and avoided eye contact. Finally, he spoke up. “I’m no virgin; what I look like? Some loser?”

Gigi crossed her arms and leaned against the nightstand. “Oh really? Who is the lucky lady who was Butchie-boy’s first?”

Butch paused for a second, and then said: “Susie Mack.”

“No way,” Gigi said, giggling. “Wally wouldn’t let Susie touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“You don’t believe me? Me and Susie did it. Lotsa times.” Gigi saw through his facade, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Whatever you say, stud.”

“Oh yeah? And who was your first, Goody?” Butch said, using the only nickname Gigi didn’t mind. It originally was Goody-goody, but it managed to get to just Goody. Sadly, it’s lost its meaning out in the Wastes.

Gigi swung her bag over her shoulder, hearing the rough leather collide with the barbed baseball bat strapped to her back. She walked out of the room as Butch followed. “Freddie Gomez.”

Butch stopped in his tracks. “Bullshit! Freddie would have totally told me. He would have done anything to get with the Snakes.”

“And I told Freddie that if he told anyone I’d break his nose. You weren’t the only one he was scared of,” Gigi said, going into the next bedroom. It was much cleaner, and much nicer than the one before.

Butch furrowed his brow. Noticing the semi-clean mattress, he plopped down on it. “Freddie? What was so good about Freddie?” He almost whispered.

Gigi cocked her head to the side. “Well, he was nice to me for one. And it wasn’t like I was in love with him or anything. He was upset after the G.O.A.T so I decided to cheer him up.”

Butch propped his head on his hand, looking at Gigi with an emotion in his eyes Gigi couldn’t place. “So you just gave away your virginity, like that?”

“Back then I decided that I’d rather lose my virginity quickly than wait until I was assigned a husband. Like I said, Freddie was nice to me. Now I know that virginity is just a concept and it doesn’t matter,” Gigi said as she opened the two door closet.

Butch muttered something under his breath, and began fiddling with his Pip-Boy again.

Finding nothing in the closet, Gigi turned around, walking to the dresser. Gigi knew something was wrong when Butch didn’t even talk for a straight two minutes. Looking at him, Gigi noted that he looked a bit sad. A million thoughts ran through Gigi’s mind at once. Why in the wastes was he sad? He was sad that she slept was Freddie Gomez? She had told him it was nothing, for God’s sake. Gigi crossed her arms, letting her wait fall onto her left leg.

“Are you upset with me or something?”

Butch grumbled, turning his head to look out the dirty window.

“Because I fucked Freddie Gomez?”

Butch’s frown deepened. “No,” he said quietly. “You didn’t want me to be your assigned husband?”

Gigi couldn’t help but laugh. Her smile son faltered when she realized Butch wasn’t joking. “Are you serious?” She asked. “Did you block out our entire vault life? You treated me like shit.” Gigi paused, her eyes bouncing around the room, anything to avoid eye contact with him. “We treated each other like shit.” A sigh slipped out of her mouth as she remembered all the things she said about Butch and his alcoholic mother.

Butch grinned, his previous sad exterior melting away. “Yeah, you did treat me like shit Goody; almost like you were in love with me or something.”

A glare appeared on her face, but she still couldn’t help the growing on her face. “Gross, asshole. Let’s get out of here, this place smells like ass.”

Butch pushed himself off the bed, a cloud of dust filling the air as he does so. “Lead the way.”

#im gonna be 22 in like a month JDSFKDS for reference #butch deloria #fo3 #butch x lone wanderer #otp: tunnel snakes #hannah writes #oc: gigi halloway

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justkending · 5 years

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10 years Time. Chapter 4.

Series Summary: As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family's country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark Daughter Reader

Word Count: 5000+

A/N: So one of our surprise guest, is one from the X-men universe. The actor that I felt best fit the role for the person is pictured down the way. Hint: I love him and he also grew up where I did:) Different times, but still see or hear of him coming home every once in a while! Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!!!

Chapter 4:

Surprise, surprise. After Nat and Wanda stole Y/N away from a very uncomfortable discussion she was about to have with Steve, she was thrown into the lion’s den once again. More introductions, more young men showing off, more kings and queens thinking their son is better than the rest.

Not that Y/N was upset about getting ripped away from the library, because she wasn’t really sure what she wanted to say yet. Sure she had all those years to think it over, but at this point, she was over it. Or at least she thought she was. She wanted to be over it, that’s for sure. It had caused so much pain and anger in her heart after Steve stood her up, and never reached out to her all that time.

But she put those emotions aside knowing she had a duty for the night. Mingle and learn who the people around her were.

“Princess Y/N, this is-” Nat said going to introduce yet another prince, but was rudely cut off by the Queen.

“Your highness, this is my wonderful and handsome son, Prince Brock Rumlow.” she said bowing and presenting the younger man.

He was handsome, yes, but something about him made Y/N’s skin crawl. Plus, the way his mother was practically pushing Nat and Wanda aside to get closer to her, was making her cringe internally.

“Princess.” he bowed taking her hand and leaving a kiss on her hand, of which she wanted to wipe and scrub off with every last piece of soap in the kingdom, but instead she tucked her hands in front of her like the lady she was. “It’s nice to see how you’ve grown. You blossomed into a beautiful young girl.”

“Woman, and thank you.” Y/N corrected him standing straighter. “It was quite a while from home, but I now understand why my father sent me off. I learned a plethora of new things.” she smiled politely.

“Hear that mother? A queen who will serve her king well.” he turned back to her, and Y/N had to quickly wipe the disgust off her face before he saw. “I’m sure whatever man has you in his possession will be showing you off on his arm every chance he gets. You’ve undergone quite the transformation from most the princesses I’ve met. Best of them all actually.” He said confidently.

“First off, I will serve my kingdom well before my King. Second off, I will be under no possession. I’m not a piece of livestock to be sold off.” she said bitterly, but keeping a dignified poise to her manner. “If you’ll excuse me Prince Brock, my ladies and I have more people to converse with tonight, so I’m going to have to kindly bid you adu.” she said with pursed lips. “Queen Rumlow.” she bowed before walking away, and having Nat and Wanda followed with slight grins on their face.

“I know he deserved it, but you should reconsider getting sassy with possible future husbands.” Nat chuckled.

“And he should consider speaking to women like the human beings they are. I also never plan on giving him a second glance as my future husband. He’s got egoistic, narcissistic, jackass written all over him.” Y/N mumbled lowly hoping to catch no one's attention at her language.

“My, my, my. The mouth on this royal.” A man’s voice said from behind the three.

They all turned seeing it was Sam and Bucky giving them lopsided smirks.

“Bucky. Sam.” Y/N nodded with a slight laugh.

“Princess.” they bowed.

“I noticed you met Prince I-get-everything-handed-to-me-by-my-parents-and-I-think-I’m-all-that.” Bucky mocked coming closer to the group. Sam following and snickering under his breath.

“Might want to come up with a shorter name there Buck. Kinda a mouthful.” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, I’m working on it.” he huffed as if he had been told that before. “Quite the character though, right?”

“Yes, but have to meet every suitor. Good and bad.” she sighed.

“Wait, he’s one of your suitors? But his kingdom isn’t even that great.” Sam scoffed.

“Doesn’t matter. Man of age is a man of age. Have to meet them all.” she shrugged.

Sam and Bucky sharing a look before looking back at her.

“Any promising ones yet tonight?” Bucky pushed on.

“You mean have I found any that aren’t spoiled little boys, whose teachings are from 100’s of years back where they just see women as children makers and nothing more? Or someone who doesn’t just see me as a trophy wife who happens to have a great piece of land and fortune that comes with the package?” she paused acting as if she were in thought only getting raised eyebrows from the men. “No. I don’t think I have.”

“She’s a little irritated with said company tonight.” Wanda said with a tight smile.

“I can tell.” Sam laughs.

“Hmm mmm… Doesn't look like our Y/N is too far gone. Just more verbal on her thoughts on equality.” Bucky smirked. “I like it. Keep speaking the truth.”

“Sorry guys.” she sighs realizing she kinda went off. “It’s hard when you know you’ll be married off, but all the men don’t know how to treat a woman right. They all just see me with a for sale sign rather than a get to know me sign.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but hey!” Bucky said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and bringing her in for a modest hug. “Night’s half way out. All there's left to do is some dancing, and if you look uncomfortable with a rando out there, one of us knights will save you. It’s our job after all.” he winked once he pulled back.

“I hope you mean that, cause I would much rather be dancing with all you loons than any of the guys I’ve met so far.” she groaned again looking out to the crowd.

“We’ll all be together again soon. Just need to give you some time to settle.” Sam adds.

“Fair.” she smiles.

Before anyone could continue the conversation, Tony was making his way over to his daughter. The crowd splitting around him.

“Y/n!” he shouted happily.

Everyone around bowing before looking back up at him.

“Father.” she said shifting back to business mode.

“I want you to meet Prince Scott Summers.” Her father said moving aside and introducing a young man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a kind face. “Prince Summers here is from the kingdom of Turan. He actually just got done studying all over the world. Multiple countries right?” Tony said turning to the young man with a hand on his shoulder.

“Uh, yes actually. I wanted to get a better understanding of as many cultures as I could while I was in school. So every semester for the past 6 years, I went to a new land.” he smiled turning to Y/n. “It’s an honor to meet you your majesty. I’ve heard many great things about you.” he smiled taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on it like everyone else. This time Y/N actually enthralled by him unlike the rest of the snobs.

“Scott? It’s an honor to meet you. Now Turan, that’s off the southern shores of the Vilayet Sea right?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m surprised you’ve heard of it. We may be a small kingdom, but-”

“But you are a lovely one at that. I met some of your neighboring countries royals while I was at the academy. They say you all are kind, sustaining, and flourishing friends to have.” Y/N nods.

“Well I’m glad we come off that way. We strive to stay clear of war and just provide for the other kingdoms who aren’t as lucky as us.” he smiles.

Wanda, Nat, Sam, and Bucky took in how well the conversation was going. The two had yet to take their eyes off each other, and it seems as if there was some chemistry.

Sam and Bucky share a look with Steve in the back of their heads, and then shift their eyes to Wanda and Nat who return it.

Suddenly the music becomes slow, and people began to move to the dance floor and slowly dancing with their dates. Everyone turning their heads at the change of atmosphere.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but would you care to dance Princess?” Scott said bring Y/N’s attention back to him.

“I don’t mind at all.” she smiled taking his hand he extended out to her.

“I’m going to find Pepper and Morgan. I’ll see you on the dance floor.” Tony said with a proud smirk happy that his match worked.

Y/N nods and then turns to her friends who quickly plaster on a fake smile.

“You all are welcome to dance as well. It is a party after all.” she winks before moving to the floor with her arm threaded through Scotts.

Again, they all share a look, but it isn’t until Bucky speaks up that they let out a sigh.

“He’s going to hate this you know. Every bit of it.” Bucky says scratching his beard.

“Yes, but he knows it has to happen. It’s the way it works.” Nat sighs watching you.

“In that case. Care for a dance?” Bucky said sticking his arm out for Nat.

She stubbornly rolls her eyes before smiling and taking his arm.

“I guess if you’re the only option.” she teases.

“I’m hurt.” he said clutching his chest dramatically as they walk to the music.

“Wanda? May I have this dance as well?” Sam says sweetly getting a giant grin from the energetic redhead.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” she jumped moving to him and walking to join the rest of their friends on the floor.

Once they are all situated on the beautiful polished dance floor, they all keep a close eye on Y/N as they see her giggling and smiling with the new Prince. Far from how she had been acting with the rest.

“Where is Steve?” Bucky said looking around and Nat doing it as well. “He better swoop in soon if he wants even the smallest chance of dancing with her.”

“Bucky, you can’t keep giving him hope that something will happen.” Nat sighs.

“Hey, he’s my best friend and he’s one of yours too. Give the man some sense of joy.” Bucky said looking down at her green eyes.

“Yes, but-”

“Come on Nat. You know he just needs to say his piece so he can finally find some form of peace after all these years. He hates how he left things… Even if he didn’t have the choice. He wants to make it right.” Bucky said looking back and forth in her eyes for the sympathy he knew she had for their friend.

“Ok. Ok.” she finally gave in going back to search the room. “Do you think he’s hiding out, or-”

“Knowing that punk, he’s watching her like a hawk, but not letting anyone know about it.” Bucky said still searching over heads for the honey colored hair.

“True.” Nat said finally spotting someone who had a similar outfit. “Wait. I think I got him.” she said.

Bucky and them turn in a circle and a grin forms on Buck’s face.

“Got him.” he says before moving to Wanda and Sam. “Operation Day and Night is a go.” he says nodding his head toward Steve.

They called it day and night cause she was the sunshine, and Steve was her knight. Clever right? They thought so.

“We sure this is a good idea?” Sam asked.

“No, but he needs to do it.” Bucky answered.

The dance ended, and they look over to Y/N and Scott who looked like he was about to ask her for another dance, but jackass Brock Rumlow was cutting in.

“Ok, now we just need to do it to get her away from him.” Wanda nods their direction.

“On it.” Bucky said before moving to Steve who sure enough was watching, but also posing as if he was holding a conversation with Thor and Loki. “Hey Cap.” Bucky said grabbing Steve’s shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze. “Don’t know if you’re busy or not, but I told Y/N we would send in reinforcement if she needed it.”

“Reinforcement? Reinforcement for what?” Steve said getting slightly worried and just now turning to see that slimy Brock had somehow snuck his way over to Y/N. Steve’s eyes got bigger as he took a step, but stopped suddenly. “Why are you asking me? Why aren’t you saving the day?” he said looking at Bucky.

“Because that’s your job buddy. Not mine.” Bucky said throwing his hands up in defense and then shooting his friend a grin.

“Buck, I can’t.” Steve sighed looking back at her. Even though every bone in his body was telling him to sprint to her and hold her and never let her go, he knew it was pointless.

“You have a lot to say, and what better time than saving the damsel in distress when a snake is making a move on her?”

“I have to agree with Buck here.” Thor spoke up. “You’ve been pining after the girl ever since she hopped on that wild horse and road it through the sunflower fields all those years ago. Women’s been playing your heart like an instrument since. Hell, I think we all had a crush on her after that day!” Thor laughed loudly drawing attention from all around and patting Loki on the back roughly getting yet another glare from his brother.

“He’s not wrong. Shocked us all that day with the risk she took.” Bucky laughed at the memory. “Crazy story aside.” he waved off going back to Steve. “Go get your girl. She’s not going to wait for you forever.”

“She’s not going to wait on me at all. I don’t have the status to ask her hand in marriage. Plus, we know how the king feels about all this. Hence why I’m at a standstill right now.” he said shooting a glare toward the other blue eyed man.

“Ok, ok, but if you don’t go. I’m going to push you.” Bucky said straight faced.

“You’re going to push me?” Steve repeated with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you 12?”

“No, I’m persistent.” Bucky corrected before grabbing both of Steve’s shoulders and starting to push him Y/n’s direction.

“Buck, let me go.”

“You’re not really fighting me that much. I think you want this deep down.”

“Buck-”

“Look we’re so close, and she’s soooo not happy with Rumlow.” Bucky said taking in the disgust on her face. “Go save the day Cap.” Bucky said giving the final push before running the other way.

Steve turned to yell at his friend, but just saw that the whole crew including Clint now were staring at him with smirks. He let out a sigh and when he turned back to Y/N’s direction she was staring at him.

He could see the pleading in her eyes to interfere. Despite everything he thought she hated him about, apparently she hated Brock more. He let out a soft chuckle at the desperation she was showing, and moved in big steps to get to her.

“And that’s when I told him if spoke to me like that again, I would send him to the chopping block. No puny guard talks to me like that.” Brock bragged about being a dick thinking it was making him more attractive for some reason.

“Hmmm.” Y/N hummed not interested at all.

“Excuse me.” Steve spoke up straightening his posture and towering over Brock. Y/N already looking at him, and Brock looking up. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Actually bud-”

“Don’t mind at all. Please.” Y/N said pulling back and curtseying to Brock in hopes it would get him away quicker.

“But-” Brock began to complain.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind one dance.” Y/N said with a stern look that honestly intimidated Brock more than anything.

“Uh, yeah. Ok.” he pouted giving Steve a dirty look before bowing and walking away. Turning back every so often to send another glare.

“You didn’t look too happy, so I figured...” Steve said turning to her.

“You figured right. I wanted to die.” she huffed.

“Well, I hope I don’t have the same effect on you.” he said carefully before putting a hand out.

“We’ll just have to see.” She responded taking it.

Steve took dancing position, but kept his distant scared that she wouldn’t want to be close to him.

“You know I don’t bite right.” she said after a while.

“What?”

“You’re holding me at arms length practically. I don’t bite.” she lets out a small laugh, and the tension in Steve’s heart clears up a bit.

He relaxed his muscles and then pulled her closer. Wrapping a hand firmly around her waist, and cradling her hand in his. She griped his shoulder softly but firmly so that it doesn’t slide off as they swayed side to side.

He just looked down at her as she looked around. He took in her features while he could because he wasn’t sure if he would ever be close enough to do it again.

Her eyelashes had grown. They were always long, but now they curled perfectly bringing all the attention to the beautiful Y/E/C orbs that replicated her mothers. Her cheekbones were perfect, and had a slight blush on them. He wasn’t sure if it was the makeup or the fact that it was a little warm in there, but nonetheless it gave her color that was adorable on the cheeks. Her lips were plump and had dark colored red on them that he hadn’t noticed before. How could he not notice? They brought so much attention to the perfect outline of her mouth. And her skin. It was perfectly sun kissed and had no flaws whatsoever. She had little freckles running over her nose that you had to look closely for, but once you found them, you never lost them again.

She was breathtaking to say the least. So without thinking. He said the least.

“You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.” he said still looking down on her.

Her head snapped up to his and he focused on the irises in her eyes now that he could see them more clearly.

“T-Thanks.” she responded.

That was the first time he had ever heard her stutter. She was never unsure of anything. Always so confident in her words.

“Of course.” he responded with a smile that grew when he noticed that the blush he saw earlier got darker.

“How, uh, how has everyone been? I haven’t really got a chance to catch up with the old crew beside Nat and Wanda. Some of Sam, Clint, and Bucky, but not enough.” she said changing the focus.

“Sam is still as childish as ever.” Steve laughed. “Clint and Laura have been going steady for a while. Probably going to get married soon.” he smiled looking in the crowd as Y/N took her turn studying his features now.

“Really? Laura finally gave in?”

“Took him some convincing and lots of little dates and flowers, but eventually she said yes.” Steve laughed looking down.

“Good.” she smiled thinking about her friends. “Tell me more.” she grinned not wanting to break eye contact now. Steve was ok with that though.

“Well, let’s see. Sam and Wanda have become even closer than ever. It’s the personalities I’m sure. Both playful and overly energetic.”

“Very true. I miss their energy.” Y/N laughed moving a little closer without thinking, but Steve noticed, and he moved closer too.

“Nat and Bucky I’m pretty sure are going to be a thing.” Steve said looking down at her still.

“What? No! You’re messing with me. Those two?” she said shocked just like everyone else.

“Bucky loves her sassy attitude, and even though she plays hard to get about 1000x more than Laura did… Bucky is persistent.” he rolled his eyes thinking of the dark haired man.

“Stubborn.” Y/N said. “Stubborn as an ass.”

“Language.” Steve chasted, but Y/N just laughed and rolled her head.

“Right. I forgot. Princesses should never cuss. That and you’re the language guard. Or should I say Captain,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Not as bad as I used to be, but I don’t think I’ll ever get use to you cursing. Throws me off.” he smiled.

“Hmm.” she hummed with a smile before carefully moving to rest her head on his chest. “What else has happened? What about Thor and Loki? T’Challa and Shuri?”

Steve was still stunned by her resting on his chest, it took him a second to remember where he was. This was real right? This wasn’t a dream? Did she mean to do that, or was the wine getting to her? Forget it. Let it be.

“Uh, well..” Steve gulped some air trying to get his brain to work. “Thor and Lady Jane have started what could possibly be a future relationship.”

“Jane Foster?” Y/N asked still tucked into his chest.

“Yeah. She’s quite the scholar.”

“So I’ve heard. Who else is getting into a relationship?” Y/N said finally lifting her head. Steve missing the closeness.

“I think that’s it. Sir Banner, Vis, and Colonel Rhodey are still councils of your father. They are off on a mission right now though. T’challa and Shuri couldn’t come tonight, but I think they plan on visiting within the next few days.” Steve went on.

“See these are things I have yet to be informed on. As soon as I got here, they started getting me ready for this. I haven’t had a second to think or ask what all changed.”

“Any questions you have, I’m willing to try and answer.” He grinned down at her.

What he didn’t expect to see was her smile go down. She had a lot of questions for him, but she wasn’t ready to ask.

Perfect timing the music stopped and Y/N pulled back. Steve’s arms chased after her touch, but quickly fell to his side when he figured why. They bowed and curtseyed before she looked anywhere but him.

“I’m going to get a drink. I haven’t- I um,-” she paused to take a breath. “I need some air.” she said before walking away quickly.

Steve wanted to go after her, but he knew better not to push his limits. Taking an impulsive step toward her, he wrapped his brain around the scenario and didn’t let his second foot follow. No matter how bad the urge.

“Hey. What happened?” He heard Bucky’s voice come up from behind him. When he turned and his head hung a little lower he noticed that the whole crew had joined Buck. Thor and Loki even.

“What didn’t happen?” Steve said exhausted from all the shit that he knows will go down eventually.

The group of friends shared a saddening look at their failed attempts to bring the two together again. Even as friends for now, but that was still a step in a good direction.

“I’m going to go check on her.” Wanda said smiling softly before excusing herself. When Nat moved to go as well, Wanda gave her a soft nod showing she had it and it’s best if she goes alone. Nat sighed waving her off even though she desperately wanted to go, but Wanda was right. This was a one on one moment.

___

“Y/N? Y/N are you out here?” Wanda timidly whispered as she walked out to the front steps of the palace.

She noticed it was vacant since everyone was inside enjoying the party. Just the guards scattered at their posts.

“Over here.” she heard the deflated voice.

She turned the corner finding Y/N sitting on a bench to the left and looking off into the land. The best thing about their kingdom was the amount of wildflowers that had taken over the entrance. Groomed and carefully manicured to not look like they grew on their own, but still captivating under the bright moonlight of the evening.

Wanda cautiously moved to the bench and stopped just about 3 feet from it before interlacing her fingers in front of her. Y/N had yet to turn and was still gracefully looking out in the view.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” Y/N said monotoned.

“About how after your dance with Steve, you rushed out of there like your gown was on fire.” Wanda chuckled lightening the mood.

Y/N’s lips turned up in a small smile before she looked down at her hands in her lap.

“I was hoping no one noticed.” Y/N chuckled herself, but it wasn’t a happy laugh.

“Maybe not everyone, but your closest group of friends? Yeah, we noticed.” she said sitting on the opposite side of the bench. “What’s going on in that head of yours Y/N/N?”

She took a deep breath before looking at her patient and kind lady in waiting.

“What isn’t going through my head?” she chuckles, but Wanda can see the struggle in her heart that causes a small tear to make its way down Y/N’s cheek. But she quickly wiped it away not liking showing weaknesses.

“Ok, than give me the bullet points. Even speaking those into existence helps.” Wanda says placing a soft hand on her friends shoulder before bringing it back on her lap.

“Where to begin?” Y/N bitterly laughs before sitting straighter and then turning her body toward Wanda.

“First, I just got home and I’ve barely had a chance to catch my breath. So much has changed here, more little details than big, but enough to make me feel stressed beyond measure. I feel like I have so much to catch up on, but so little time to do so. I mean after 8 hours of getting dressed in this-” she motioned to her dress aggressively throwing her hands back in her lap. “Then I was already being thrown to the wolves without any tell of what to expect.”

“You’ve handled it better than anyone I know could have. I’ve heard nothing but amazing comments at how you’ve grown, and how knowledgeable, mature, and poised you’ve become.” Wanda said bringing in some positive vibes.

“Thanks Wanda. I’m glad my facade is tricking all those snobs in there.” Y/N scoffed, but still appreciated Wanda sending her kind reassurance.

“They are all kinda snobby aren’t they?” Wanda giggled.

“So snobby. Why the hell do they think they’re all better than the next person in the room? It’s draining.” Y/N sighed looking back at the view.

“I must say I’m glad to be apart of this kingdom. You’re father has made it a very open, welcoming, non-judgmental environment. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“They aren’t. It sounds selfish of me to complain about all this. I do have it good, but it can be-”

“No. You have the right to feel overwhelmed Y/N. Even if you don’t want to, you can still feel those things. Your emotions are there to tell you what's going right and wrong. You have to listen to them if you want to fix them.” Wanda said spreading the wisdom everyone knows she has. Even if she hides it behind a goofy exterior.

“You’re right.” The princess said after a while of thinking. “I just need to get a better grasp as to what all changed and how I can work with it. I am going to be the ruler of this kingdom some day. It would help if I knew it better.” Y/N smiled sadly looking at Wanda who returned it.

“We have all day to do that tomorrow though. Today was just supposed to be a day you can celebrate coming home! Put all those stresses and worries that we can figure out later away. Nat and I have that figured out for the morning and all.” Wanda waved off.

“But what about-”

“Don’t. Not tonight. Tonight is a celebration. Go find your friends. Mingle and catch up. You’ve done enough talking to princes tonight. I’m sure your father is ok with you just enjoying the party now. No more business talk.” Wanda stood up at the last comment and extended her hand. “I’ll stay by your side if you want. Make sure no royals try ‘talking shop’ as King Stark says.” she giggled.

Y/N let out a laugh as she grabbed the extended hand, and straightened herself. She smoothed out her dress, dabbed her face of any tears, and took a deep breath before raising her chin.

“Let’s go enjoy ourselves then.” she smiled.

“That’s the Y/N I know and love. Come on sunshine. Let’s go.” Wanda said turning and walking with an extra skip in her step before walking to the front.

What she didn’t see was the slight pause Y/N gave after she heard the nickname. Sure, Steve used it so often that everyone began to call her that. She was everyone's sunshine after a while, but she was Steve’s first. And with everything her heart had been through with him, it pained her a little hearing that name.

But just as fast as she faltered in her step at the thought, she picked up her pace and moved inside. Briefly stopping before to look out onto the field of wildflowers one last time to calm her again before fully going in.

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How Each of The Boys Would React To Splinters Death (Mikey)

Mikey closed his eyes. Their dad had never paid as much attention to him as the others, he mainly just got scolded for not being the brightest or the coolest or the best fighter out of them all. Either way though, it still hurt. He could feel the dull ache in his ribs grow stronger as he thought about it all. Whenever he had done, it always just made it worse. Sitting up in his bed, he looked over at his T-Phone. He didn’t want to be the funny one anymore. He didn’t want to be the cute one. He wanted to be appreciated for his actual skills, not for his idiocy. Sure, he wasn’t as smart as Donnie or as brave as Leo or strong as Raph, but he had his good attributes! He had his thing! Did he? He wasn’t sure. Letting out a long sigh of defeat, he plugged his headphones in. If his brain wasn’t going to be nice to him, at least his music would be.

After 10 minutes of mindlessly staring at the wall and tapping his foot to the beat of his music, something caught his eye. The idle flashing of his futuristic communicating Renet had given him. Mikey picked up the device and tapped it, watching as a small Renet appeared holographically in front of him.

‘’Hey, Mike. How are you holding up?’’ She asked with a sad smile.

‘’Hey, Ren. Fine. Better than the others at least. Don’t think Leo’s left his room in a few days. Same with Don and his lab. Don’t even get me started on Raph. Sometimes I wonder if a really angry man spat on him when we were mutating,’’ He rolled his eyes, holding the device showing him his girlfriend softly as if it was actually her.

‘’Are you sure? You don’t look ok. I can come over if you’d like, keep you company for a bit? I’m not busy so it wouldn’t be an issue.’’ Mikey smiled. He would like that.

‘’As long as you’re sure. I don’t want to interrupt some super important time business or anything.’’

‘’Mikey, you’re so much more important to me than any of that. I’ll be with you in a second,’’ She smiled, hanging up. Mikey could feel the warmth slowly returning to his chest, fighting off the ball of sadness that once sat there. Maybe, just maybe, things would be ok soon.

A time door opened not far from his bed and his eyes widened in excitement. There stood Renet, only 3 feet away from him.

‘’Hey Mikey,’’ She smiled, stepping over the mess on his floor to sit on his bed. Immediately he dived onto her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck.

‘’I missed you,’’ He said, breathing in her scent. It’d been too long since the two had met up, and every time they promised each other it wouldn’t be long again, but it always was.

Renet chuckled, wrapping her arms around the turtle and rubbing his shell comfortingly, ‘’I missed you too baby,’’ she said, resting her head on him, planting a small kiss on his shoulder.

‘’I hate it. I hate all of this. Ren, I don’t know what to do,’’ Mikey said, not moving away from her. That was fine, Renet didn’t mind. He was struggling so, as his girlfriend, it was her job to comfort him and make him feel better again.

‘’Hey, hey now. Don’t worry I’m here now. Let’s move onto the bed properly and we’ll talk about it, ok?’’ She said softly into his ear.

‘’Ok,’’ He sniffled, finally moving back to reveal the tears rolling down his face. Renet smiled, lifting her hand and gently resting it on his cheek, wiping them away. Mikey lent into her hand, smiling sadly at her.

Renet scooted up the bed, propping her back up against the wall, motioning for Mikey to join her. He crawled up the bed, resting his head on her chest and wrapping her arms around her waist while she rested one hand on his head and the other on his shell, softly moving her thumb up and down the back of his head.

‘’Ok. I won’t say a word unless you want me to,’’ She promised. A promise she would keep.

‘’Thank you,’’ He said, ‘’I just… Splinter was so… weird. I don’t know. I just feel like he didn’t actually care about me as much as he did everyone else and now he’s gone I- I don’t know what to do. Everyone else got wisdom from him. Leo got the stupid Hamato clan and is our sensei now and those stupid stupid healing hands. He helped Raph with his temper but never stopped him beating me up. It’s not my fault I have ADHD but no one ever took me seriously. When the guys finally did, Splinter still didn’t. I just… I’m not sure anymore. He raised us but I don’t know. If anyone ever heard me say that though… Leo would have a meltdown. Then again he always was his favourite. Splinters, I mean. Yeah, he was the best at leading but everything else was just overboard. Do you think I’m being stupid? Tell me the truth. You probably do I-’’

‘’Hey! No!’’ Renet said sharply, startling Mikey at the sudden abrasiveness in her tone. Feeling him jump, she softened slightly, ‘’I know I promised I wouldn’t interrupt but I can’t just sit here and listen to you doubt yourself. You’re not stupid for having feelings, ‘Angelo. It’s not your fault you have ADHD and it’s not your fault Splinter neglected you. Before you say I’m lying I promise you I’m not. After years of trauma, it’s your right to be upset. It’s your right to question peoples behaviour, no matter what. You shouldn’t have to feel like your being so… oppressed by your brothers for being the way you are. I love you for who you are, not because of your wise and all-powerful. So stop doubting yourself because you’ve been doubted and put down your entire life by your brothers and splinter, your just making what they say seem true. It’s not. Sorry, I went off a little there.’’

Mikey pushed himself up, his eyes wide and streaming with fresh tears. He looked into Renet’s eyes and smiled, unable to stop himself from crying harder. He kissed Renet softly with a smile, wishing they could just stay like this forever. For a few blissful moments, it would be just them, and no one else.

Suddenly, breaking the comfortable and warm silence, his T-Phone vibrates.

‘’You stay still I’ll get it,’’ Renet said, taking her hand off of his head and picking up the phone, eyes skimming over the message, ‘’It’s from Leo. He says you’re done with all this. All of you. Being Ninjas and protecting New York I mean,’’ She said putting the phone down and placing her hand on his head again.

‘’Really? We’re done? Just like that?’’ Mikey asked, optimism filling his voice, looking up at Renet with wide eyes.

‘’I guess so yeah! Thank God. Protecting a city that never says even a word of thanks? Lame.’’ She said, trying to brighten the mood. Evidently, it worked as Mikey let out a small giggle, wrapping his arms back around her.

‘’I was sick of it anyway. No more stupid Kraang, no more getting our asses kicked for people who don’t even know we exist. Even then, if we went anywhere near a human Splinter would ground us. For what? Busting bad guys? Sorry for doing something for randos dad, out bad.’’ He rolled his eyes, feeling himself get mad and upset again.

‘’It wasn’t your fault. None of this is. What you did for New York was all incredibly brave and I love you for that but it’s not healthy to have that much pressure put on you at such a young age.’’ Renet said softly, planting small kisses all over his head. Mikey smiled closing his eyes.

They stayed in silence like this until Mikey could feel himself falling asleep. He knew he shouldn’t- it wasn’t fair on Renet. She probably had important time business to see to or something but… he was so comfortable and for the first time in a while, he felt safe. Like actually safe. He knew that he couldn’t stay there forever, but he wanted to. After the past 2 weeks of pain and sorrow and risking the safety of his family just to gain some sense of normalcy, he needed this. To feel safe. To feel loved and valued and just… happy. Mikey knew it wouldn’t last forever, and he knew he shouldn’t be happy after everything but… he couldn’t help it. He knew what had happened and he was sad about it, so incredibly sad, but he knew he’d feel like this again. He knew he’d feel better eventually, how he was feeling was temporary. With Renet by his side, he knew he really would feel better eventually.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mikey #tmnt master splinter #tmnt fanfic #michelangelo #tmnt renet #tmnt renet/mikey #ok idk how to tag #youd think after over a year on ao3 i would but no it gave me. no experience #but thats ok i guess #ill learn

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ambereyesandwine · 4 years

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We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 4

WC: 2271

Warnings: Sass, cursing, drinking, some rando doing some grabbing, but still nothing too crazy

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

Notes: We’re still operating about 6 months before the game, a year(ish) has passed since the last chapter, and we’re still working on backstory and happy moments between Fantasia and the boys :)

Chapter 4:

April 26, 2038

8:53 P.M.

“One two three go,” Fantasia sped through the words before her and Gavin downed the shots the bartender had placed in front of each of them. “Was two enough, or do you need more to have fun tonight?”

“I’m fun whether I’m buzzed or not, thank you.”

“No,” Fantasia shook her head, “I mean like normal person ‘I’m at a club and I’m gonna do irresponsible things’ type fun. Not your normal ‘I’m a grumpy old man who likes to glare at people when they sit too close to me at the bar’ type fun.”

“But that is fun.”

“Not on my birthday, it’s not. I want to dance, and you promised.”

“I said I’d come, not that I’d make a fool of myself.”

She huffed and gestured to the bartender for another round. “Well, I’m gonna go dance. With or without you.” She drank the shot without flinching.

“What, you’re gonna dance by yourself?” He scoffed.

“I won’t be alone for long, trust me.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Fantasia shrugged, “There’s sleazy guys all over this place. If you’re not going to dance with me, somebody else will.”

“You better not.”

“Except it’s not really up to me, is it?” She held eye contact with him as she backed away until she turned and disappeared in the crowd. For a few moments, Fantasia danced alone, but it wasn’t long before a man approached her from behind and put his hands on her hips. “Woah, do I know you?” She asked as she turned around to face the man.

“No, but I bet you’d like to, huh?” He pulled Fantasia in closer.

“No,” She pushed away from the stranger. “I’d be happy to dance, but you don’t get to touch me like that.”

“This is dancing, come here.” He reached for her again but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“She said no.” Gavin’s stance made him look large, but he was still shorter than the other man.

“Who are y-”

“Oh my gosh, babe!” Fantasia’s tone shifted to a dramatically higher pitch. “I’m so glad you came over,” She draped herself over Gavin’s side, and he promptly wrapped his arm around her waist.

“You said you wanted to dance, so I came over as soon as I was done with my drink.” Gavin replied without missing a beat.

“Aww, thank you,” She kissed Gavin on the cheek before turning to the other man, “I hope you have a great rest of your night.” She stared at the stranger intently until he caved and began to walk away with a dismissive wave of his hand. Fantasia turned into Gavin’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

“Are you okay?” He pressed the question into Fantasia’s hair as he continued to watch the other man walk away.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.” She pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, “Wouldn’t’ve happened if you just came to dance with me in the first place though.”

Gavin closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “Fine. But you’re gonna have to buy me another drink first.”

“I can do that.”

April 27, 2038

9:46 A.M.

Fantasia groaned to herself before slowly opening her eyes and sitting up. She found herself shoulder-to-shoulder between the couch and the coffee table, and she squinted, looking around the room. There was a half-empty box of chicken nuggets on the table that Fantasia contently reached for. “Mm, nuggets,” She whispered to herself as she popped one in her mouth. As Fantasia stood, the ground seemed to wobble beneath her and her head pounded. As she struggled to make her way to the kitchen, Fantasia bounced her hip off the corner of the countertop. “Ah, shit,” She mumbled, bent over in pain.

“What?”

THUMP

“Ow.”

“What was that?” She looked over to find Gavin on the floor, half-under the coffee table, clutching his forehead in pain.

He took a moment before he responded, “I hit my head.”

“Well, don’t sleep under the table then.” She grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water from the door of the fridge.

“I don’t remember how we got back here,” He said, his voice still gravely and cracked from sleep. “Or much of anything from last night.”

“I don’t have anything past that guy you got off me.” She took a small sip of her water and scrunched her face. “We danced right? I kind of remember dancing.”

“Yeah, it was more fun than I thought… I think.”

Fantasia collected a second cup from the cabinet and filled it with water for Gavin. “Good I’m glad,” she said as she approached him. “Here.”

Gavin carefully sat up, and took the water when Fantasia offered it. “Thanks.” He looked up at Fantasia for the first time that morning. “Where are your pants?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere.” She sat down on the couch behind him. “I think this is my favorite shirt.”

“It’s my shirt.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s mine now, actually. I can do whatever I want, and you can’t stop me.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because you just gave yourself a concussion, which I’m pretty sure means that you wouldn’t be able to catch me if I ran.”

“You can’t run right now,” Gavin stated matter-of-factly, “You’re hungover.”

“Yeah, so? You are too; you’re double handicapped.”

Gavin’s stomach made an audible growl, and they both fell silent.

“That bad, huh?” Fantasia asked.

Gavin nodded slightly. “Yeah, are you planning on cooking?”

“Don’t I always?” Fantasia rose from the couch, steadier this time, and went back to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. “You’re on toast duty.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gavin rose from the floor to join Fantasia in the kitchen. “Bread.”

“Yep.” She handed it over to him between cracking eggs to fry. “Yolks popped or not popped?”

“Not popped, obviously.”

Fantasia nodded and continued to cook until their food was done.

“You wanna watch tv?” Gavin asked with food in his mouth as he walked back into the living room.

She lightly plopped down next to him on the couch, “I’m down.”

It was four enthralling episodes later that Fantasia’s phone went off.

“You don’t have to get that,” Gavin stated.

“I do, it was Carl’s text tone.” Fantasia sat up from her spot cradled in Gavin’s side to check her phone.

‘Are you conscious yet this afternoon?”

‘I’ve been up for a couple hours at this point, thank you very much.’ She sent back. ‘Why, what’s up?’

‘I need you to come by to continue your project. I’d like you finish it today if you can.’

She sighed and looked over to Gavin, “I have to go to Carl’s, he wants me to finish the project I’m working on.”

“Ah, fancy paint stuff. Sounds super important.” He said.

Fantasia turned to him with a look of disbelief. “This is getting me closer to my dream job. I will end your-”

“Holy shit!” He put his hands up in surrender. “I was kidding! I was kidding! Please don’t murder me.”

“You better have been kidding.”

“On my badge and all the coffee I will ever drink again, I promise I was kidding.” He raised his eyebrows in question to see if Fantasia would back off.

She relented with a sigh. “You’re lucky you caught me in time for me to cancel my rant.”

“Hey,” Gavin said as he reached for her, “I’m your best friend. It’s my job to support you a hundred-percent right? Even if I didn’t think you were an amazing artist, I would still be excited because you are. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Well now you’re gonna make me cry.” She smiled into his shoulder.

“Good cry or bad cry?”

“Good cry.”

“So, I’ve fulfilled my nice guy requirement for the day?”

Fantasia sat in suspicious silence for a moment before hesitantly answering, “…Yes?”

“Great.” Gavin stood up suddenly, grabbing Fantasia and throwing her over his shoulder. “You need a shower you smell like a raccoon.”

“What do you mean I- hold on, how do you know what a raccoon smells like?”

He put Fantasia down on her feet in the bathroom. “Ew you look like one too.” He touched under his eyes to mimic where her makeup had smeared overnight.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I love you too.” Gavin started to walk out of the bathroom before turning back to face her again. “Oh hey, did you notice how much easier that was for both of us when you don’t struggle?”

She dead-panned at him. “I’m used to it. Now get out.”

It was only a little while later that Fantasia emerged from the bathroom dressed, damp hair in a messy bun, and light makeup on her face.

“You’re still wearing my shirt.”

“I thought we decided it’s my shirt now.”

“Absolutely not.”

She shrugged as she tied the bottom of the shirt into a knot. “It is today. Throw me my jacket.” She gestured vaguely to where her jacket was draped over the back of the couch.

“Do you even like that band?” Gavin asked as he tossed her the jacket.

“Yeah, they’re one of my favorite old-school groups.”

“They aren’t old school!”

“Please,” She rolled her eyes, “You weren’t old enough to understand the lyrics until after they broke up. They’re old school.”

“You better stop talking if you want a ride.”

“I can always take the bus.”

“You can’t take the bus it’s raining.”

“Not that hard! Besides, how do you think I get around when you aren’t with me?”

Gavin grabbed his keys. “Get in the car, Tasia.”

April 27, 2038

4:38 P.M.

Fantasia hummed to herself as she swept the brush across the canvas. She was painting an open field, with lush, knee-high grass; and budding flowers; and tall, billowing trees around the edges of the clearing. She painted a girl, with her back to the viewer, and Fantasia painted the girl’s hair sweeping gently to the side as though in a breeze. It was where she thought of when she needed to breathe, and remember that whatever hardship, it was only temporary.

“What are you humming?”

“Oh, Markus,” She stopped her painting. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped closer and examined her painting. “What are you painting?”

“It’s just a daydream of mine. My happy place, if you will.” She smiled to herself as she raised the brush to the canvas again.

“Your happy place?” He blinked and a look of confusion crossed his face.

Fantasia let a small giggle escape her. “Yes, it’s the place I think of to calm down if I’m upset of cheer me up if I’m sad.” She added a small flower in the girl’s hair before stepping back. She tilted her head and sighed contently, “I think it’s done.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah?” She turned to face him and quickly realized that Markus hadn’t stepped back when she did, so she found herself only inches from his torso. She took in a quick breath and froze for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” His face contorted to confusion.

She let out the breath she’d been holding and backed up slightly, “Oh, uh it- it’s nothing.” Her face grew red as she turned away, flustered. “What’d you come in here for?” She asked as she started to clean up her paints and brushes.

“Carl wants to see you.”

“Okay, can you tell him I’ll be out in a minute?” She continued to rinse her brushes, trying not to make eye contact with Markus.

“Of course,” Markus said it with a small smile before leaving the room.

When Fantasia was done cleaning up, she walked out of the studio to find Carl alone in the seating area.

“Fantasia come here,” Carl called and gestured to the chair across from him, “take a seat.” She did as he directed, so Carl continued, “Your apprenticeship with me is over.”

She sat silently, mouth agape, and face riddled with pain, waiting for Carl to explain further.

“You will no longer be my student because you are about to come into your own. I am organizing an art show for you, and I’d like you to display each of the works you’ve created in our lessons over the last year and a half, as well as a selection of your personal projects, no matter the medium.”

“What?”

“All you have to do is provide the art. I will be filling out a majority of the guest list, though you’re welcome to invite whoever you’d like, and I’ve hired a planner to handle invitations, catering, venue and whatever else you may need.”

“Will I get to pick any of those?”

“She’ll clear each choice with you before the final decisions get made. That way you can cater your presentation to fit the image you’d like to put forward.”

She was awestruck. “This is an amazing opportunity.”

Carl smiled, “Yes, it is. But it’s one you’re ready for, and I’m excited to see what you’ll do with it.”

“How long do I have?”

“Six weeks. All of the work you’ve done with me or in my studio is still here, so you can start planning whenever you’d like.”

Fantasia’s face was stretched in an ear to ear smile. “I’d like to start now, if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely.”

She rose from her seat and started the short walk back to the studio before turning back toward her mentor. “Carl?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

He chuckled slightly. “You earned it kiddo, not me.”

#We've Got Soul #Markus x oc #dbh #Detroit Become Human #Markus #Gavin Reed #Dbh Markus #Dbh Gavin #Detroid Become Human #RK200 #Gavin Reed x oc

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bapyess1r · 5 years

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Head Over Heels

02. Don’t Look Away

Samira’s POV

I walked through the door and the heat from the amount of people in a small unit smacked me in the face. ‘Fuck, it’s definitely too hot.’ I thought as I shed myself of my leather jacket. “Oi! Four whiskeys. Neat, mate.” Joe told the bartender, tapping his finger on the bar as I looked for my friends. “I t’ink they’re over there, lass.” He said as he gestured towards the dance floor.

“Yo, you’re tall,” I began.

“.....I am.” He said awkwardly.

“Do you see a short light skinned girl with platinum braids anywhere over there?” I asked as the bartender poured out drinks in small glasses paired with a little white napkin.

“Aye. Shmack dab in the middle with that blue haired fella ya came in with.” He said nodding a thanks to the person behind the bar. I grabbed a drink, walking over to the opposite side of the room and standing on the bench in the booth to see for myself so I could talk to them. And sure enough, just as he said, Kelly’s small frame, draped in all white as she whirled around my tall blue haired friend, Jooheon. Dancing next to them were my other friends Maura and Brazil. It was actually Maura who saw me and grabbed everyone’s attention to go over to me. They pushed through in a huddle and I belted out a tipsy little laugh as I lowered myself on the bench, balancing myself on my heels whilst also trying not to spill my drink. Jooheon just about bulldozed through the girls to meet me with the most infectious dimpled smile alive.

“You were gone forever!” Maura said in a concerned voice, her strong accent coming through her drunkenness. She pouted, stroking his silky blue hair. “Poor Honey here almost called out a search party fer ya.” She joked, ruffling his hair into a mess. He blushed and wrinkled his brows.

“I did not…” he quipped . “I just wanted to make sure you were ok…”

I chuckled. “Aww! Thank you for worrying but I’m ok!” I smiled, pinching a squishy cheek. He gave a small smile and pushed his hair back into place. With that, I turned to the girls. “I met a guy and he’s gonna smoke me up on the roof- I’ll be back!” I announced in one breath before quickly trying to scurry away but they all shouted and grabbed me by the wrist to keep me from escaping. Jooheon included. He seemed to disapprove before a word even left my mouth.

“What guy?!” He drunkenly howled, out yelling the girls in the similar expression. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before looking at the girls again.

“His name is Joe. He’s over by the bar. Super tall, tattoos, kinda rough lookin. OH! And he’s got an Irish accent, Maura!” I jabbered.

“Well we are in Ireland…” Kelly noted, sarcastically twirling her blonde braids between her fingers, which I met with a goofy face.

“Oh gee, I totally didn’t know that!” I replied with a laugh.

“So now what are you doing?” Brazil asked, protectively.

“Going on the roof to smoke.” I answered with wide eyes like an obedient child.

“And you’ll be back in 30.”

“But-”

“Thirty minutes and we’re coming to get you.” Maura said.

“But I-”

“THIRTY MINUTES, SAMIRA! No buts.” Kelly interjected with wide eyes and a pointed finger.

I sighed as I stood and sipped my whisky. “Yes mom.” But then, Brazil stopped me short and slipped the glass right out of my hands before I had the chance to down it all. I scoffed in annoyance. “Oh my god- what?!”

“Don’t get drunk. You’re going off with some rando.” She said with a very serious expression and downed it right away. My friends all ‘ooo’d and I scoffed, walking away. Then I felt a strong smack to my ass.

“Go get em bitch! Woo!” Kelly exclaimed with a guilty, red faced grin on her face before the others joined in laughter.

“Y’all are some straight up bullies!” I chuckled and sauntered dramatically back to Joe. He beamed at me, grabbing me by the hand and offering my second drink before sneaking me away to the abandoned upstairs area.

We snuck down a hall and out the back door to a wide open area of gravel and dirt; a field leading to a river beyond that as the moon and stars reflected brightly across it for miles. “Wow…” I whispered, marveling at the sight. “I didn’t know this was back here…”

“Well, you’re not a local, innit?” He chuckled.

“True.” I hummed, following him to the wooden stairs to the upstairs balcony that overlooked the moonlit river. “Wait til you see it bird’s eye.” He gave me a brief nudge. I was cold again immediately and the night air hit my neck and shoulders so I wiggles back into my jacket. When we reached the top we were met with a rusty yellow painted chain with a DO NOT ENTER sign on it.

“Fuck that, mate!” He grinned and we laughed amongst ourselves as he unclipped the chain. “Ladies first.” He said gesturing to the platform. I stepped up to look around and see chairs and tables banished to the top deck as Joe fixed the chain. He quickly stepped around me and grabbed a table and two random chairs from the mass of them before me and set them up. I sat down in the lawn chair with an amused giggle and he pulled the joint stashed behind his ear and lit it before passing it to me. “Oi, I almost forgot the best part!” He exclaimed, going to the opposite side of the deck. I pulled from the joint as I watched him with curiosity. He simply plugged something in, hit a switch, and in bright neon was a little moving stripper and XXX in animated flashing. “Brilliant, right?!” He looked truly proud of his discovery.

“Amazing.” I tried to speak through my ridiculous laugh and he just smiled with the satisfaction of simple entertainment the neon sign provided. He sat in the seat he pulled out for himself as I passed him the joint.

Joe’s POV

The smoke filled my lungs and created that familiar burn in me chest, suddenly relaxing my muscles, and I was just a little less nervous than before. I looked at the sign as one of the X’s flickered for a moment and sighed. “So! We have yet to finish our game, lass!” I said in a matter of fact tone, clasping my hands together. She leaned back into her chair and crossed arms.

“Go on then! Tell me about ‘meself’.” She teased with a cheeky, elysian grin. I took a long drag and stared at her before coming up a few things, taking extra time to admire her looks. She had the chubbiest cheeks…

“Yer the youngest of your siblings, aren’t ya? If you even have siblings- do ya?” I asked at random. She widened her eyes and nodded.

“I do! I have two sisters. I’m the youngest.” She said simply.

“Ay!! Go on now, your turn.” I grinned, passing her the joint. She pulled and held it in for a while, just looking at me, then exhaled, pointing the lit end of the joint in my direction with narrowed eyes.

“You’ve got a kid.” She stated. My heart almost burst out of my chest as my eyes widened in denial.

“Fuck that, mate.” I chuckled. “I haven’t got any children. I’m not worth trying to be someone’s father. Some unlucky lass has to fall for this gorgeous mug first though, innit?” I sarcastically as I gave a halfhearted laugh, thinking of my inability to even get a girlfriend.

“You don’t think you’re attractive?!” She asked me. She seemed truly shocked by that.

“Well, we all think we’re good lookin’ in our own right, don’t we? I just t’ink as a whole that I’m not in the general consensus for being attractive.” I explained simply.

“Nah.” She chided, ashing the tip of the joint just anywhere. I smiled small and my cheeks warmed up a bit.

“I t’ink there’s something wrong wit yer eyes!” I joked, looking into her eyes and she laughed out loud. It was a beautiful laugh; Free, light, and unbothered.

“Your turn!” She said passing the joint back to me.

“Alright let’s see…. You go to Uni.” I declared.

“Wrong.” She said, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek.

“Oh?”

“Nope. No school.”

“So then why are you all the way out here then?” She took a deep breath and pondered a while before answering.

“Fresh start….”

“That why yer drinkin’ whisky?” I asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is to you all in the states but around here it’s a forgettin’ drink….tryna forget somethin’?” And then she froze. I’d hit a nerve. She writhed rather uncomfortably in her seat and I knew she didn’t wanna talk about something just yet. And I wasn’t gonna push her. Who was I to do that? “Hey…. we don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t want to…” I told her. She grabbed her glass and chugged half of it in one gulp. Then she shook her head and shimmied. “That’s right, darlin’! Shake off the bad vibes! Don’t let me piss ya off, yeah? I’m just bustin’ yer chops a little!” I reassured her. She forced a small laugh and fixed her hair.

“I am so sorry about that. I just… it’s still fresh and complicated and I’m still not exactly sure how to feel about it all....” She murmured. I pinched her arm gently.

“We all got complications, ain’t we? It’s only human, lass. We can talk about it went you’re ready.” I said somberly, finishing off my first drink and moving on to the next. “Subject change?” I suggested.

“Absolutely.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Okay! Well, erm…. What do you do for work?” I said. Not too intrusive and definitely no pressure.

“Um…. can’t say just yet… I’m currently unemployed…. but I want to dance. I go to a studio but I don’t get paid and I am….running out of money…... to pay for these sessions. I may have an interview Monday evening though.” She said to me, seeming to carefully choose her words but I respected it.

“Alright. Jobless dancer, I can dig it.” I said raising a glass and sipping it. She gasped and laughed, punching me in the chest and choked a bit. “What?!” I asked with a toothy smile.

“You make it sound so awful when you say it like that!” She said, twittering with giggles.

“Would you prefer Unemployed Entertainer, then?” I joked and she laughed at me.

“That’s not much better!” She said, hitting me again. A few seconds passed and she giggled again. “Ok, so it’s just a little bit better.”

“Aye! See!” I laughed.

We stayed up on the roof all night, looking at the stars, passing the Dutch; and I just blurted out ridiculous mouth diarrhea but she laughed at every word of my banter and equally matched it. It made me feel good. It lasted until we heard a mixture of voices, I peeked over the railing and saw the blue haired fella again but this time with a small, mousy brunette. “Samira?! You out here?!” He shouted. And Samira perked up at the familiar sound of her friends’ voices.

“Samira?! I swear for god, ya better answer me or I’m gonna crack yer neck and ring yer mother!!!” The girl shouted in strong Irish fire. ‘Hmm… not mousy at all.’ I thought, mentally correcting myself. I turned to the wanted lass and chuckled.

“I guess yer mates are lookin fer ya.” I sighed as we neared the end of our last blunt. She exhaled her hit and nodded nonchalantly before standing to acknowledge the two below us.

“The whole pub can hear you, bitch!” She said leaning over the rails.

“I can make it so that the whole town can hear me, bitch, shall I try?” The girl fired back and the guy behind her laughed. I burst into laughter and Samira turned to give me an embarrassed expression.

“I quite like her.” I stated simply as I stood and straightened out my ensemble. With a nervous deep breath, I undid the chain that blocked us off and headed down the stairs behind Samira.

“So yer Joe, heh?” The girl said crossing her arms, the tall Asian boy towering behind her like a bodyguard, giving me the meanest mug. I forced a laugh to calm myself and responded with a smile.

“That I am. Nice to meet ya!” I said loudly.

“Mhmm…..well. I’m Maura,” she said, analyzing my every inch with her narrowed hazel eyes. “and this here hunk o’ man behind me is Jooheon. We called him Honey.”

“Ya alright, Honey?” I grinned as polite as possible. I was met with a grunt and dark eyes.

“Only the girls can call me Honey. It’s Jooheon to you.” He sneered. Immediately, Samira punched him hard as hell causing him to double over in pain, clutching his arm. He furrowed his brows at her as he hissed.

“Stop it!” She exclaimed.

“What?!” He shouted.

“You know god damn well what, bi-”

“Oi! It’s perfectly fine, Samira. All of youse don’t know me from Adam so he’s just protecting ya.” I told her, winking at Jooheon. He seemed to burn up inside but I didn’t care. Too old to deal with some jealous boy and his insecurities.

“Well…. The crew’s a leavin’ so….” I couldn’t hear much after that because Maura turned to whisper to her friend and the only thing I could see was them giggling and Jooheon frowning. “I hope we’ll be seein’ ya again, Joseph.” Maura said, crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from the suddenly harsh cold. She eyed me for a moment before snapping her fingers in front of Jooheon’s face, signaling him to follow and leave us alone. He stared me down from the moment he stepped away til his hand touched the doorknob. I blew a kiss at him just to be an arsehole and I got the exact irritated reaction I wanted. I laughed as Samira neared me.

“Glad to see you two getting along.” She said with obvious sarcasm.

“Besties already.” I replied. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he fancies ya.”

“Honey? Haha! Nah….nah…. We’re squad. He’s a friend.” she chuckled. The more she thought about it the more unsure she seemed. Not that I was trying to make anything hard for her…. And then it was time. Flirting was never an issue for me. It was just talking. Sealing the deal was a different story. Around this part of the process I’m about as useless as a chocolate kettle.

“So…” she began, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Will I?”

“Will you what?”

“Will I see you again?” She asked hopefully. At that moment I felt a warm comfort.

“I mean of course, darlin’....” I answered in an instant, looking down and shuffling my feet shyly. This girl turned me into a complete melt.

“Cool… I guess I’ll see ya then….” she smiled, turning to walk away. I smiled to myself and then quickly panicked.

“Oi!” I called out and she looked over her shoulder. “Can I get your number?”

“You already have it.” She said gesturing to her lighter that she totally knew I pocketed by accident. Confused, I pulled the lighter from my pocket and turned it over. Sure enough her digits were written across it in permanent marker. I grinned as I watched her walk back into the pub.

“YEAH! FUCKIN’ FUCK YOU, MARK!!” I exclaimed after she left. Then I rounded the pub and left to continue my night in town some more.

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took so long XD setting up stories are hard for me but I hope you’re enjoying it so far! Look forward to the next chapter 🥰

#joe gilgun fanfic #joe gilgun #rudy wade #proinsias cassidy #joseph gilgun

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timeoutforthee · 6 years

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More Guardian Angel!Remy

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Taglist: @scrapbookofsketches, @thekeytohappiness-is-you, @khadij-al-kubra, @beautifully-terribly

TW: one homophobic slur, slight violence, and drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t really know what I’m doing, but this story just keeps getting longer. So. Also this chapter was inspired by this amazing post by @awkward-turtle-patton

“You did what?”

“Oh my God, it’s totally not a big deal. The kid wanted proof. I lowered my sunglasses. Big deal.”

“Yes big deal! Very big deal!” Nate sighs and rubs his temples, “Remy, why are you like this?”

“Um, better question, why are you such a buzzkill?”

“Because I take my job seriously, Remy, unlike you-”

“Oh, just because I want my charges to work for their success instead of rearranging everything around them so that everything falls into their lap-”

“I don’t want my charges to suffer, Remy!”

“So instead you’ve just created waves and waves of self-entitled dickheads-”

“I should have gotten Virgil-”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s been 22 years, let it go-”

“If I had, he would have been a respected intern in an office right now-”

“He would have given up art, Nate!”

“So?!”

“If you would get your head out of your own ass-”

“Well at least my ass has wings!”

And, okay, rude. He definitely didn’t have to go there. Remy purses his lips, and even with the sunglasses, Nate can feel the glare behind them.

A guardian got their wings when they significantly changed the outcome of their charge’s life. Nate had made it his mission, as a guardian angel, to rearrange their lives until they had the most power possible. Remy was more focused on happiness, and honestly, who knew their own happiness better than the human? That’s why he stayed back and let them have most of the control. It’s also why he still didn’t have his wings yet.

Which he wasn’t bitter about. At all.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll go back and check on Virgil.”

Virgil was going to be okay.

That was a mantra he had repeated to himself since day one, and now he had a guardian angel to confirm it. Which should, in theory, be comforting. Except he had found out that his guardian angel was kind of a mess, which was fitting, really, and Virgil couldn’t really judge. Still, maybe he should, like, pray or something and request a switch. Could he do that? He really should have asked more questions. Did it even matter who it was? How could he trust that a random guy could have his destiny all planned out?

Remy told him to trust fate. Until yesterday, he didn’t even believe in fate. He believed in choices and consequences. He made the wrong choice by studying art, and he was suffering as his consequence.

He gripped his beer a little tighter. He didn’t know why his co-workers had asked him to come out tonight. He didn’t particularly like any of them, and he had a feeling they didn’t really like him, either. But his choices for the night were either sulking in the bar or sulking at home. And he was getting really tired of his mother fluttering around him like he was a directionless teenager again. He was a directionless twenty two year old, thank you very much.

He tipped his bottle back and tried to change his line of thinking.

I’ve come a long way. Just to end up in the same place- I have friends. Who haven’t called- I have professors on my side, professors who believe in me. Too bad you’re disappointing them-

The bartender sat a glass filled with dark brown liquid in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this?”

“Black Russian,” the bartender replied, then he pointed, “From that guy.”

Virgil turned. There, lounging on a chair across from the bar, was Remy. His glasses were still in place, but his Starbucks cup was replaced with a wine glass.

He looked back at the bar. He needed some stupid angel magic to get him out of this mess. He needed to know why destiny put him back here. He needed something.

Remy didn’t offer him anything, except for this. A very, very human way to forget.

What the hell?

Virgil twisted in his seat, raising the glass. Remy raised his in response.

“Here’s to you, Remy,” then he downed it.

Oooooh, he was dead. Nate was absolutely going to kill him.

But, like, honestly? Worth it.

Virgil did not get drunk often. He was always so carefully guarded, and having all those walls come crumbling down in the blink of an eye was not something he actually wanted to do. Most of the time.

“It’s bullshit, if another entitled angry white man comes into the God damn store and asks me why ‘is card isn’ working I’mma scream. Sir, I am paid to take your money, my degree is in art how the everlovin’ fuck should I know the inner workin’s of a GAS PUMP?!” Virgil slurred as he stood on top of the bar.

The patrons were starting to become uncomfortable. Mainly because they were entitled, angry white men who definitely have told off someone in customer service at least once. The bartenders, however, seemed to be entertained, and were hesitant to yank him down.

Okay, also Remy had, like, a little bit of influence.

“And you know what else I hate?”

“Virgil, maybe you should-”

“Shhh!” Virgil said, raising a finger to his lips to cut off a co-worker, “I hate when pregnant mothers come in and buy cigarettes. Like, it’s 2018, are we still doing this? And like, fine, I guess you do you, but fucking secondhand smoke issa thing.”

Virgil trailed off as he stared in wonder at the ceiling. Remy noticed that the song in the background was changing. “I LOVE this song!”

Virgil slowly started swaying to the music. Remy clapped a hand over his mouth. He was so, so dead, but his human was having fun, and didn’t he deserve that?

However, it was brought to a halt when someone shouted “Fag!” at him from across the bar.

Virgil stopped and narrowed his eyes. He scanned the crowd until he landed on the guy, some rando with a trucker hat. He jumped off, with far more grace than he really should have, and stalked over to him.

As he got closer, the guy started to second guess if that was exactly a good idea. Virgil may have been lanky, but he was currently towering over him with a fire burning behind his eyes. They stared at each other for brief moment before Virgil swung and decked him. Between the punch and the surprise, the guy fell off the stool he was sitting on.

“Yes!” Remy cried, standing up. He technically should be against violence, but honestly? He was against homophobia more. Punch more homophobes, 2k18.

The bartenders headed over to kick Virgil out, but he just waved them off with a slurred “‘m goin’, ‘m goin’.”

His guardian angel followed him out, finding him sprawled on a patch of grass.

“V, honey? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm. I’m stargazing,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully. Remy glanced up. Whoa. He had never really been on Earth at night time. He didn’t know the stars looked this beautiful. Pausing briefly, he laid down next to his human.

“Remy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”

“Oh, honey, I don’t need to look into the future to see that.”

“D’you look into my future a lot?”

Remy sighs, “Kinda. I have a few charges, and they all have multiple outcomes based on life choices that they make everyday. I can’t look into every choice or option you have, especially since I know I probably won’t step in. But I always look at the major ones.”

“Thas a lotta big words fer you,” Virgil says, still staring at the sky.

“I’ve been around for centuries, doll, I can speak as fancy as I want to. I just don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Oh my God, you sound like my coworkers. Like honestly? It’s not that deep. I talk like this because I want to. I drink Starbucks because I want to. I wear these sunglasses because I want to,” he pauses, “I may be an angel, but I’m not above enjoying humanity.”

“Y’know, I bet if I was sober, that’d be real deep.”

“I literally said it wasn’t that deep-”

“Shhhhh,” Virgil says, bringing a finger to Remy’s lips.

Okay. Maybe he should have cut Virgil off a little bit earlier.

Suddenly Virgil is moving his arms so that he’s hugging Remy to him. He lays his head on his shoulder.

“V? You good?”

“I don’ get hugs anymore, leave me ‘lone,” Virgil says, “So, how does the angel thing...work?”

“Okay, first, you have to be more specific. Second, work is boring and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“D’you like it?”

Remy pauses, let’s silence hang in the air for a bit.

“Yes,” because he does. He doesn’t like some of his coworkers’ snide remarks or judginess. But he likes seeing humans rise to the occasion, likes seeing all the twists and turns their life could take, likes to see where they ultimately choose to go.

Virgil nods, his cheek rubbing against Remy’s shoulder. Actually, now that they’re cuddling, Remy can’t remember the last time someone hugged him. He reaches over and brushes a few purple locks off of Virgil’s forehead.

“Don’t do that, I’ll fall asleep…”

“Honey, I’ve seen your sleeping habits. You need it.”

“Ruuuuuuuuude,” Virgil says, then, “Why’re you here?”

“My boss was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing an angel. It’s a lot for humans, sometimes.”

“Tell your boss I am a-ok.”

Remy laughs, “Considering the circumstances, I think he’ll have some other things to say.”

“Whaaaaat? You mean you’re not supposed to get drunk with your clients?”

“Okay, the only one drunk here is you, I was kicked out before the party started-”

“Wait, wait, wait-d’you make my coworkers invite me out tonight?”

“Nope, that was all them. I know you’ll find this shocking, but people like you, Virgil.”

“But I do not like them,” Virgil blinks, “Do they have tragic backstories? Should I be nicer?”

“You’re already nice-”

“Thanks, I have anxiety.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve noticed. But honestly, you should try and get a liiiiittle bit meaner. Like, your comebacks are iconic, and it’s truly tragic I’m the only one that’s heard them.”

“So be mean and get drunk? That’s what you my guardian angel is encouraging?”

“Yes. Be mean, get drunk, punch homophobes.”

Virgil laughs.

“And, like, for realsies? Your co-workers have been through some stuff, but mostly, they’re just a result of living in this place. Call it a small town curse.”

Virgil nods, then quietly says, “Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I gonna end up like them?”

“I already told you, V, there are bigger things in store for you.”

“I know,” Virgil yawns, “But I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not surprised,” Remy says. He glances down. Virgil is resting his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Remy sighs. He needs to give the kid some tiny spark of hope, enough to encourage him but minor enough that he doesn’t change the outcome of his life.

No pressure.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #guardian angel!remy #remy sanders #me @ me: hey did u know u can write without projecting #me @ me: lol sounds fake but ok #virgil sanders #my writing

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disastrousbarnes · 6 years

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It’s the eyes, it’s those goddamned eyes (AU) 3

Pairing: Bucky barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, Swearing

Summary: You were a trained assassin, used by HYDRA to train their “soldiers”. One of these soldiers being Bucky Barnes or as you knew him “The Winter Soldier”. Now many years and memory wipes later the two of you meet again. Will you remember what happened all those years ago?

Authors note: This chapter is set in the present time, however I, the writer, have decided to ignore infinity war, as this doesn’t work with all the characters that have died. Also in this fanfic after Civil War they all got back together and are friends again, because I honestly just need them all together for personal gain. Also Pietro’s alive because I love him smh.

I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE A LOT MORE BUCKY

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This chapter is a continuation of the first chapter. Check that one out before reading this one! [One] [Two]

Chapter: 3; Fimiliar faces

You had been running for days now. No idea where you were or how you got out and honestly you didn’t care. You were free and that’s all that mattered. You were no longer trapped in a dark cell. You were no longer in HYDRA’s grip, but you knew they’d come after you. You knew you had to run and so you did.

You were running in a forest, god knows where, when suddenly you heard a female voice. “Steve did you see that?” You heard the moving of leaves in your direction and started running faster. “There. A girl!” A male said, you assumed this must be Steve. You were now going as fast as your legs could take you, you could see the end of the forest and ran to it.

Out of nowhere your body hit de ground. ‘Blyad*” you realized you had been caught. “Russian huh?” You looked up to see a red haired woman standing next to you and a blonde man on top of you. They were honestly both gorgeous and if it wasn’t for the fact that they could be HYDRA you would definitely find them attractive. “Kto ty?” The woman continued, in Russian this time. Your eyes went big, the Russian must mean she was part of HYDRA, right?

“Natasha, look your scaring her” The man you think is named Steve said.

“I’m just asking her name”

“She looks like we’re going to kill her”

“Steve, she’s running around in the woods, on our territory. She might be here to kill us. Look at how she was running, this isn’t just some rando.” The wom- Natasha said.

“I- I’m not going to kill you” You managed to say, the weight of the man on top was really putting a lot of pressure on your lungs. This made it very hard for you to breath, let alone talk. You looked at Steve who just now seemed to realize you couldn’t breath and quickly got off of you.

“See Nat, she’s not here to kill us” Steve said offering you a hand, to help you up. You grabbed the hand and quickly got up. “That’s exactly what someone who’s here to kill us would say” Natasha huffed. You saw Steve roll his eyes, “Nat don’t always expect the worst of people.” He then turned to you. You were standing close, but not to close, looking for a way out.

“Can you tell us your name?” As he was asking you this, Steve put his hand on your shoulder. You quickly pulled away. “No touching, please” You whispered and answered his question, “I’m Y/N” Natasha frowned “That doesn’t sound very Russian”. Steve looked over to her giving her a look that just screamed ‘SHUT UP’. You couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m not Russian” you simply said.

You guys had been standing there for a while now and you realized these people don’t seem like HYDRA, but you can’t help but wonder. “Are you guys HYDRA?” You blurted quickly covering your mouth, you were afraid of the answer. You see a hurt look appear on Steve’s face. “No we are the people who kick HYDRA’s ass.” Natasha answered, giving you a little smile. You immediately felt more relaxed, because even though you didn’t know these people they also hated HYDRA and that makes you feel save.

It takes them a while to convince you, but you end up hesitantly agreeing to go back to the compound with them. You know this can end up hurting you but you had been running for days and you were tired. And I mean do you trust these people? Absolutely fucking not. Are you hungry and cold? Yes you fucking are and so you’re following these people to big group of buildings.

When you arrived you saw o much technology, you felt shocked. “Wow” you gasped when you saw a man fly past you in a big metal suit. Steve laughed. “I feel the same way kiddo” he said, you noticed him raising his hand, hesitant to put it on your shoulder again. You nodded giving him approval to touch you. The feeling of the big hand on your shoulder felt weird. For these past few years the only times people had touched you is when they were hurting you.

“Steve your like a 1000 years old, of course you feel that way” Natasha said sarcastically. You frown “You don’t look that old”. Natasha laughed “Believe me he is, right cap?” Cap? The word kept replaying in your mind until Steve answering pulled you out of your thoughts. “I’m 100 actually”

Your eyes went big, “Guys, what year is it?” You were trying to remember which year it was but you honestly couldn’t. “2018, why?” Natasha answered not even looking at you. You stopped walking, your expression went blank. “No no no it can’t be” You murmured, “It it’s 1957, maybe 1958, not 2018. You- you’re wrong.” Your hands balled into a fists, “Why are you lying to me?” You almost screamed. “We’re not” Steve said, with a worried look on his face. “YES YOU ARE” Your fist quickly moved to Steve’s face, hitting him against his nose. He looked at you with a look of shock on his face. You didn’t stop at that tho, you kicked up your leg meaning for it to hit Steve’s face, but before it did someone grabbed your leg and threw you to the ground.

When you opened your eyes again you saw a group of people surrounding you. You saw Steve and Natasha standing a few feet away, talking to the man in the iron suit. You just felt the eyes burning on you, but you didn’t get up, you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to risk it, these people were dangerous and you weren’t about to die.

Out of the blue a face appeared above yours, “Hey I’m Pietro, who are you?” The boy, maybe man, asked you. You could here by his accent that he wasn’t from here. Which weirdly enough made you trust him. “Y/N” you answered grabbing the hand he was holding out to you.

“Well Y/N you attacked one of my guys and I’d like to know why?” The man in the iron suit said as he was walking in your direction. You froze, the tone of the mans voice reminded you of the doctors at HYDRA. Your eyes were filling with tears, “I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me” You begged. If anyone had told you 70 years ago that you would ever beg for mercy you would have laughed in their face. You were a trained assassin why on earth would you beg for mercy, but here you are begging. You’re broken, HYDRA broke you and you hated it. You hated feeling afraid.

The man frowned, you had been saying “I’m so sorry” over and over again. The man realized he was scaring you and got out of the suit, kneeling down in front of you. “Hey look at me, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He gave you an empathetic smile and a little nod.

“I’m Tony, Tony stark and who are you?” “Y/N”

“Well Y/N, could you maybe tell me what brings you here?”

You froze again. “Its okay” Steve said walking over to the two of you, he looked you in the eye, “Y/N, I’m gonna pick you up now, is that okay?” You nodded, your eyes slowly shut again. You were tired, so tired.

When you opened your eyes again you noticed you were in a white room. You immediately stood up, ready for whatever HYDRA was throwing at you this time, when you remembered you got out. “Wow doll, calm down” You heard a voice say, you looked around and your eyes met Bucky’s piercing blue ones. You didn’t know why but they seemed so familiar, without even noticing you murmured “Soldat?”

*Blyad= fuck

So that was chapter three already! Please leave your thoughts in the comments down below!

#steve rogers #captain america #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x reader #wintersoldier #winter soldier #sebastian stan #tony stark #iron man #pietro maximoff #quicksilver

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hedgehoggery · 6 years

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Wasted Time

Another kakayama. not sure this qualifies as a “short” story. I hope this one doesn’t offend anyone. In my head I feel like Kakashi wrestled with the confusion of being gay and I certainly don’t mean that as an insult. He figured it out eventually. This was also my first time writing an actual explicit sex scene and of course I was trying to write bad sex lol. Yikes.

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“It feels weird not having you on the team anymore, senpai.” Kakashi chuckled into his drink at the conflicting nature of Tenzo’s words.

“You don’t have to call me senpai anymore, Tenzo. That’s part of me not being on the team.”

“That’s part of it being weird,” Tenzo countered, nursing his own beverage.

The celebration of Kakashi’s retirement from Anbu had started with all of Team Ro and had dwindled to just Kakashi and Tenzo at the bar. These outings always ended with just Kakashi and Tenzo, drinking far too much alcohol and staying up far too late. Kakashi could already feel the haze of intoxication on the edge of his mind before his other teammates had left, and now, several hours later, he could no longer deny that he was drunk.

“Hmm, is that really why it’s weird? Or are you just feeling sad you won’t get to see me as often anymore?” Tenzo’s red cheeks mirrored Kakashi’s own embarrassment at his very forward choice of words. Kakashi was many things, but ‘forward’ wasn’t usually one of them, especially with Tenzo. I’ve really had too much to drink.

“Of course I’ll miss working with you, senpai. Our team dynamic will change.” Tenzo stared into his drink as he spoke, choosing his words carefully. As always, perfectly polished words from such a perfectly polished man. Kakashi sighed. He was usually in control of his words and actions and thoughts. But around Tenzo… no, not Tenzo. It’s just the alcohol.

“Good,” Kakashi said curtly, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll miss our missions together as well.” Tenzo sighed, and a flash of dejection shot across his expression before he could compose himself.

“Hey, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake!” A familiar voice called out from behind Kakashi, followed by a familiar slightly-too-hard clap on the shoulder.

“Asuma,” Kakashi said without turning around. “You’re sure out late.”

“Same to you,” Asuma replied. “Who’s your friend?” Kakashi and Tenzo glanced at each other, then quickly back down at the bar.

“Former teammate,” Kakashi muttered, feeling the flush spreading beyond the protective border of his ever-present face mask.

“I was just leaving,” Tenzo said, standing up. Kakashi’s head snapped up towards him in surprise, but he used all his restraint to stop himself from grabbing his kohai’s hand in protest and pulling him back onto the barstool. “I’ll see you around, senpai.”

“See you,” Kakashi said, his voice betraying the turmoil behind his calm facade. He rested his chin in his hand and watched appreciatively as Tenzo walked away.

“So, you two a thing?” Kakashi jumped in surprise and spun around - he had forgotten Asuma was sitting behind him.

“What kind of question is that?!” Kakashi spat.

“A simple one,” Asuma said, more than a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No, we’re not ‘a thing.’ Why would you even think that?” Asuma shrugged.

“You sure look at each other like there’s something there.”

“Well, there’s not.”

“Why not?” Kakashi inadvertently slammed his glass onto the bar at Asuma’s insistent line of questioning.

“Because he’s a guy!” Kakashi felt his face get red at Asuma’s booming laugh.

“So you’re gay, so what?” he said, chuckling. Kakashi was surprised to find that his face could get even redder.

“I...I’m not… gay!” he sputtered, barely convincing even himself. Asuma raised his eyebrow.

“Wow, are you that insecure, Kakashi? I’m really surprised. I guess I’ll leave you to figure that out.” Kakashi watched as Asuma slid off his barstool and walked over to talk with Kurenai.

Kakashi looked furiously around the bar and let his eyes land on an attractive brunette girl sitting alone at the bar, glancing over at him. He chugged the last half of his drink and pushed off the bar.

“Hey,” he said to the girl, resting his elbows on the bar next to her.

“Hey,” she replied, giggling like a schoolgirl. It was all Kakashi could do to stop himself from visibly rolling his eyes at her. But he was used to reactions like this - he had mastered the art of finding exactly the type of girl in the bar who wouldn’t need much convincing to go home with him. And tonight, Kakashi didn’t have the patience to spend time convincing anyone of anything.

“Wanna come home with me?” he said, his words slightly slurred from either the alcohol or embarrassment. This was the second time tonight he found himself being forward, and it didn’t suit him. The girl gasped in surprise, then thought to herself and shrugged.

“Okay,” she said. That was scarily easy, Kakashi thought. He grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her to the door of the bar, making sure to catch Asuma’s eye on the way out.

Kakashi was grateful that the bar was close to his apartment so he wouldn’t have to make small talk with the random girl. He opened the door to his apartment and pushed her inside, wasting no time before he starting pulling her clothes off.

“Hey!” she protested. “I don’t even know your name!”

“The less we know about each other the better,” Kakashi replied, unclasping her bra. The girl seemed to agree with his sentiment, as she pushed him backwards towards the bed. She started to pull Kakashi’s shirt up but he grabbed her wrist, pulling it down to his pants. She complied without question, unbuttoning quickly and letting his pants fall to the floor. He felt his cheeks get hot as she raised her eyebrow at his undeniable lack of arousal.

“Let me help you with that,” she said seductively, pushing him down onto the bed. Kakashi felt her hands on his knees, then slowly graze up his thigh. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the girl’s fingers slowly stroke his cock. He felt the blood start to rush towards his arousal and mentally thanked the human anatomy for being so superficially easy to please.

Satisfied with her success, the girl climbed on top of Kakashi. She giggled playfully and leaned down to kiss him, bringing her hand up to pull his mask down. He quickly reached up and grabbed her wrist and slammed it down onto the bed, harder than he intended. A flash of fear shot across her eyes and Kakashi realized he had gone too far.

“Sorry,” he said. “But we’re here to fuck, not kiss. I told you before, the less we know about each other the better.” She stared at him, clearly still shaken up. “D...do you want to stop?” He allowed genuine apology to break the normal hard shell of his words. The girl noticed - her face softened and she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “You’re a shinobi, right? You guys are always a little rougher than you mean to be.” Kakashi chose to ignore the implication that she’d been with several other shinobi and instead flipped the girl over so he was sitting on top of her hips. He let his fingers slide down her stomach and into her cunt, slowly dancing his fingers around until found her clit. She exhaled sharply and thrust her hips slightly, clearly enjoying herself. He used two fingers to stroke her opening again, causing her to moan slightly.

See, this is fine, he thought to himself. This is what it’s supposed to be like. He continued fingering her, stroking himself slightly with his free hand to maintain his arousal, until her moans became more urgent and she finally let out a scream - much louder than Kakashi would have preferred given the thin walls of his apartment. He removed his dripping fingers and guided his cock into her cunt, hearing her gasp slightly at the sudden shift in sensation. He thrust forward hard, groaning softly at the feeling, and exhaled as he let himself adjust to the enjoyment. He shuddered as he thrust again - quicker this time - and closed his eyes to find Tenzo’s face flash across his thoughts. He moaned as the thought seemed to amplify the feeling of pleasure and let his mind wander down the familiar path he used to get off - flashes of Tenzo’s face, Tenzo’s chest, pulling Tenzo’s shirt off. His thrusts became more aggressive as the train of thought moved lower - pulling Tenzo’s pants off, pushing Tenzo onto the bed, feeling himself inside …

“Ah...ahhh… Tenzo!!”

Oh shit. He looked down at the girl and her expression confirmed his fear that he had actually yelled that out loud.

“Who the fuck is Tenzo?!” she exclaimed as Kakashi removed himself from the mess he had made on her.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He stood up and went into the bathroom to clean up, leaving the girl sitting on his bed glaring at him. When he returned she was already dressed, having used god knows what to clean herself up. “You’re leaving?”

“I figured we were done here,” she said. He shrugged. It was true he didn’t want her to stay, but he wasn’t used to being the one getting walked out on. He threw on his pants and walked her to the door, leaning against the doorframe as she walked outside.

“I’ll see you around or whatever,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. She smirked and started to walk away before stopping suddenly and turning around to face him.

“Look, I don’t know you at all,” she said. Here we go, he thought. “But you clearly have some shit to work through. I don’t know what your problem is but I do know that fucking randos in bars isn’t going to solve it. So do yourself a favor and stop.”

“You’re one to talk!” he spat, unable to control the feeling of anger-coated embarrassment her surprising words had caused. She chuckled.

“The only problem I had was that I wanted some,” she admitted. “You solved that pretty well. But I think your problem is a little more complex than mine.” She turned and left, and Kakashi slammed the door behind her. He slumped down onto his couch.

“Fucking whore,” he murmured to himself, immediately filled with guilt at the accusation. He knew all too well he had no right to insult her for acting the same way he acted. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch, and Tenzo’s face again flashed in his thoughts. _______ “Another round?”

Kakashi looked at the empty glass swaying slightly in his vision and nodded, thrusting it clumsily in the direction he thought the bartender was probably standing. He watched as the bartender started filling it with his fourth rum and coke.

“‘S make it double in time,” he slurred, concentrating hard and still failing to form a coherent sentence. The bartender chuckled.

“Sorry man, going to have to say no,” he said. “It’s honestly against my better judgement to even give you this.” He slid the single rum and coke across the bar to Kakashi, who sighed and picked it up.

It was probably for the better - Kakashi had come to the bar with the intention of drowning his sorrows but had found that the alcohol had only amplified them instead. He rested his forehead on the bar and gritted his teeth. Ever since the random girl had left his apartment this night before, he had found himself thrust into a deep pit of despair - deeper than he’d been in a long time. Since…

Don’t, Kakashi. Don’t think her name.

He forced himself to stop his train of thought by downing a huge gulp of his drink - he missed part of his mouth and most of the drink had ended up on his chest. He sighed and tried to use his hand to wipe the drink off himself, clumsily spreading it further around.

“Senpai? What are you doing? Are you okay?”

Fuck. Just what I need.

“You’re the last person I want to see right now, Tenzo,” Kakashi slurred, aware that his words were both a complete truth and a complete lie. He turned around in his seat but the motion caused him to almost slide completely off of his barstool. Tenzo stepped forward and caught him, sending waves of both comfort and electricity washing over him. He chose to focus on the comfort and let himself rest in Tenzo’s arm, hoping he was drunk enough to play it off.

“Are you drunk?!” Kakashi tried to laugh at Tenzo’s stupid question, but it came out more like a cry for help. “This is ridiculous. I’m going to take you home.” Tenzo looked at the bartender. “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Don’ worry, I am,” Kakashi slurred. Tenzo sighed.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he said, hoisting Kakashi’s arm over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”

He pulled his senpai up to a standing position, which quickly deteriorated into a mostly-leaning position as they struggled out of the bar.

“What’re you doing ‘ere?” Kakashi asked. Tenzo sighed.

“It doesn’t matter,” he sighed.

“Tenzo, did you have a date!?” he asked, trying to sound amused but hearing the jealousy crack through his slurring voice. Tenzo scoffed.

“No, I did not,” he said curtly. Kakashi felt sudden guilt at the realization that he was happy Tenzo was alone at the bar.

“Tenzo…” he started shakily. He looked up at his kohai guiding him deftly through the streets of Konoha and was struck by how perfectly the full moon illuminated every feature of his face. His big brown eyes seemed to reflect the light of every single star in the sky. Kakashi forgot what he had been planning to say as he stared slack jawed at the younger man.

“Hmm?” Tenzo said, glancing down at him and turning pink when he saw the older man’s expression. Kakashi stopped walking and stood up to look Tenzo in the eye. He heard Tenzo’s breath quicken as they stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Kakashi glanced down at the source of Tenzo’s airy breaths and saw his lip wavering slightly. He leaned down as if drawn magnetically to his face - Tenzo’s breaths stopped altogether as Kakashi found himself centimeters away from the younger man’s lips. He gasped suddenly and stood up, pushing Tenzo away - the force of the push was much harder than he had intended, and Tenzo stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground. He sat up and stared at Kakashi in horror.

“Fuck!” Kakashi ran his fingers through his silver hair as he yelled, suddenly sober, and stared down at the younger man’s pained expression. He turned around and ran towards his apartment, leaving Tenzo sitting in the dirt alone. ___________ “Fuck!!”

Kakashi barely made it into his apartment before falling to his knees in the doorway.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed at himself again. It seemed to be the only word his brain would produce, probably because it was too cluttered with the feeling of how Tenzo’s breath had graced his face. Kakashi suddenly felt as if he couldn’t breathe as he remembered the look of betrayal in his kohai’s eyes as he stared up at Kakashi from the dirt. Kakashi looked at his own hands - his own stupid hands, hands so stupid they would do something to hurt Tenzo - and found himself clenching them into fists.

“Fuuuck!!” He pounded the floor with his fists. The noise of the pounding continued after he had stopped and he stared in confusion before realizing someone was knocking on the door. He sighed and stood up. Guess I am being kind of loud, the neighbors are here to shut me up. He took a second to put on his usual disinterested expression and pulled open the door, ready to apologize. Any semblance of being put together fell apart as he discovered Tenzo standing on his doorstep. He stepped into the apartment before Kakashi could stop him.

“Why are you here?!” Kakashi yelled frantically. Tenzo looked as if he wanted to cry - Kakashi’s chest grew very tight at the realization that he had been the cause of that expression on Tenzo’s face. Why? Why would he do that? Tenzo, the man who had smiled through all of life’s cruel twists and turns, was on the verge of tears now because of Kakashi. He wanted to fall to his knees and die.

“I’m here to apologize,” Tenzo said. The words seemed absolutely ridiculous to Kakashi. He had taken the light from this perfect man’s perfect eyes and now he here was to apologize to him? He scoffed.

“Why?!” He realized his thoughts were not being conveyed at all through his words and that, to Tenzo, he probably seemed downright angry with him. He tried again, softer. “Why?”

“I… I must have done something to upset you,” he started. “You said I was the last person you’d want to see and then you pushed me away. I’m sorry for whatever it was I did.” Kakashi stared at him speechless, feeling his chest tighten beyond the point he thought possible. His brain still seemed capable of only producing one word, but now it was ‘why’. He breathed it at Tenzo - the younger man’s expression shifted from sadness to confusion at Kakashi’s continued line of questioning.

“Why?” Kakashi said again, louder. Tenzo stared down at the floor, unsure how to answer. “Why, Tenzo? Why!! Why do you make me feel like this?!?” Tenzo gasped and looked up, looking just as surprised as Kakashi felt by his admission. He expected to feel embarrassed but instead felt only relief, as if by admitting this to Tenzo he had let the pressure out of his chest. “Fuck, Tenzo - “

With one step he had closed the distance between them, pulling down his mask with his right hand and using his left to push Tenzo’s face towards his own. He let his lips slam into Tenzo’s - a little harder than he would’ve usually liked to kiss someone, but oh well - and felt Tenzo tense up at the shock, then melt into Kakashi’s kiss. Tenzo wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s neck, tangling his fingers in his wild silver hair. Kakashi slipped his tongue into Tenzo’s mouth, savoring the texture of his kohai’s tongue. His right hand explored Tenzo’s hair, his neck, his arm, his waist - Kakashi felt like he couldn’t touch enough of him. He finally broke the kiss to take a much needed breath and looked into his kohai’s eyes again. The pain and betrayal and confusion had all been replaced with something else, was it joy?

“Kakashi…” The older man felt his entire body shudder as Tenzo breathed his name like he’d never heard it before. All these years he had thought it was just a name; he’d never paid attention to it much, in fact. But suddenly Tenzo made it sound like more than a word - it sounded like a note sung by angels, like a key that only opened one door, like a flower blooming through a crack in the pavement. Tenzo pulled Kakashi’s face back into his own and kissed him again. Kakashi felt his knees giving way beneath him and he fell to the ground, wrapping his arms around Tenzo’s waist and laying his head on his stomach.

“Tenzo, I…” He realized he had no idea what to say, other than he wanted to say Tenzo’s name every second from now until he died. “Tenzo.”

“Senpai, are you still drunk?” Kakashi laughed and suddenly remembered that, yes, he was drunk, but he somehow knew the alcohol was not at all to blame for the feeling of warmth throughout him.

“Tenzo,” he said again, not caring that he sounded like an insane person. He felt Tenzo kneel down next to him and pick him up. He expected to feel vulnerable but felt instead completely safe. He rested his head in Tenzo’s warmth as he felt himself being carried to his bed. He closed his eyes as he was gently laid onto the bed and smiled as Tenzo removed his shoes.

“There, senpai, go to sleep,” Tenzo said. Kakashi shot up, suddenly afraid that Tenzo was leaving.

“Please don’t go!” Tenzo looked at him in surprise, and Kakashi was glad to see him sitting on the foot of the bed, removing his own shoes. The brunette man smiled and climbed into bed next to Kakashi.

“I’m not leaving you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around the older man’s chest. Kakashi let out a long exhale that felt like more than just breath and felt himself relaxing into Tenzo’s arms. Why had he fought this for so long? Why had he thought this was a bad idea?

“Tenzo, I’m so sorry…” he started, but Tenzo shushed him gently.

“It’s alright,” he whispered. “Just go to sleep.” Kakashi gratefully complied, feeling himself drift off peacefully.

#kakayama #yamakaka #naruto #kakashi #yamato #tenzo #my writing

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trecheon-blog · 6 years

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Running Chapter One

Summary: Rindel Zivas seems at first to be your run-of-the-mill Hunter- Somewhat aloof, prone to be anywhere but the Last City- But where most Hunters are in it for glimmer or glory, Rindel has been running. Some would say from his duties, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Now, he has returned to the Tower for the first time in a while, both to pay respects to a lost comrade and face the ire of Zavala. But Ikora Rey has called on a debt to be paid, and what seems at first to be the simple oversight of a rookie Warlock may yet determine the fate of humanity.

Warnings: Some language, regret and PTSD.

Genre: Angst, original characters, campaign adaptation.

Author’s note: Well, this has been a long time in the making! There characters have been floating around in my head for a while now, and I’ve finally found the time and inspiration to put their stories to paper. Without further ado, lets get to it!

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Chapter One: Showdown

The Crucible could hardly be called “quiet” on the dullest of days. The series of open-aired arenas were sectioned off from the rest of the City, but the varied architecture made it perfect for honing the skills of humanity’s protectors- Guardians.

The late summer sun beat down on the battlefield like a drum, matching the staccato bursts of gunfire. It was already a stressful environment- Every engagement was live-fire, with death being a daily occurrence. Of course, that didn’t matter when Guardians had their Ghosts to revive them and get them back into these elaborate matches. But today was different.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

The Hunter ignored the little voice inside his head. His Ghost, Solas, was phased into him, at least for the moment, so it made it a little easier to disregard him.

Solas let out a long, metallic sigh. “You can't just run from the Vanguard's debriefing, you know. I've been getting pinged for months.”

“Later.” The Hunter finally spoke, his voice hoarse from a lack of use. “We need to finish this first.”

Though Solas was still phased, the Hunter felt him tilt, as if to affect a quizzical look. “If this is about Kira, I’ve been saying for years-”

The Hunter bashed a fist to his chest. Solas rolled his eye. “For the record, I don’t see the point of this exercise. But when you get called out by the Vanguard in front of the entire Tower, I’ll be the one saying I told you so.”

The Hunter shrugged. He didn’t care about the reports, about Zavala and how he’d inevitably be lectured on being out alone, about not coming back to report more often.

He clenched an amulet that lay close to his chest before tucking it under his armor. For your memory, my love...

“Hey! Are you deaf? We drop in ninety seconds!”

The Hunter turned. The only problem with the Crucible was that multiple Guardians had to take part. The Warlock who yelled at him was flanked by a pair of Titans. Their equipment looked flawless next to the Hunter’s muddied cloak and tarnished armor.

Like they haven’t been in the wilds for some time, the Hunter thought.

“I haven’t seen you before.” The female Titan standing furthest away hefted a large multi-barrel machine gun like it was a rifle. “When were you rezed?”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter!” The Warlock’s faceplate did little to hide his exasperation. “We should have waited for Anthony. Now we’re matched with some rando, and we lose our winning streak, so help me…”

“Easy, Tray.” The other Titan looked about as apologetic as he could in the moment. “He’s a few matches away from meeting Ikora’s record. I think you can tell he’s on edge.”

The Hunter shrugged. He activated a small screen on his left arm, going through some menus.

“You know, if you want to listen to some music, all you have to do is tell me.” Solas’ voice came as if whispering in the Hunter’s ear. The Hunter continued tapping his screen.

“You know, it bothers me when I speak to someone and they don’t respond.” Tray the Warlock moved up to the Hunter, grabbing his chestplate. “You too good to talk to us or something?”

In a lightning-fast motion, the Hunter drew a large-framed revolver and pressed the muzzle into the Warlock’s robes. It took a moment for Tray to register what had happened, but he shifted slightly, moving further from the Hunter.

“I'll talk when I've got something to say,” the Hunter almost whispered. “I suggest sticking with your fireteam. If you're worried about the match, don't worry about me.”

Tray released the Hunter and backpedaled to the Titans. “Just hope that you don't cost us the round, stranger.”

“Guardians!” The booming voice of Lord Shaxx echoed through the staging area. “Welcome back to the Crucible! As a reminder, this round’s game is Elimination. If you're killed on the battlefield, your Ghost will transmat you back to the staging area after fifteen seconds, where you will stay until the round is over, last team standing wins. You may revive downed teammates if you can get to them in fifteen seconds, but just remember that you’ll be painting a Cabal-sized target on your back!” He let out a jolly laugh. “Get out there and show me what you're made of!”

The group transmatted to the field. The Hunter took off before the others on his team could say anything.

The female Titan sighed. “Typical Hunter. Should we connect him to our comms?”

“Well, as long as we can stay alive, why should we care?” Trey pumped his shotgun. “To victory!”

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The Hunter lept behind cover as a hail of gunfire hit the wall he had been in front of. He had managed to take down one of the opposing Guardians, but according to his HUD, two of his teammates were down for the count. That’s just fine, he thought. I work better alone, anyhow.

Bullets continued to pepper the thick concrete between him and his assailant. The Hunter swung open his Revolver chamber to reload, when a burst of energy zinged just over his head. The opposing gunfire abruptly stopped.

“That’s two!” Trey pumped a fist into the air before running over to the Hunter’s position. Trey pat his shoulder. “Hey, no hard feelings about earlier, huh? It’s just you and me, so we need to work together if we’re gonna win this. Any ideas?”

The Hunter simply shrugged. Tray shook his head.

“Contact!” the Hunter felt something nudge his shoulder “Six o’Clock!”

He leapt from his position as a pair of Pulse Rifle bursts fired, their rounds finding their way to Tray’s faceplate. The Hunter spun midair and threw a pair of cylinders toward his Titan opponent. Seeing the cylinders, the Titan formed a shield of pure Light- but no explosion came, not even smoke. If those were grenades, they were duds.

The Titan chuckled. “It’s just you left and two of us, Hunter. You may as well call it quits so we can go back to the Tower early. There’s no shame in admitting you’re outgunned.” He looked around, his Pulse Rifle raised. “Hell, I’ll even buy you the first round when we get back! How ‘bout it?”

From cover, the Hunter held out his display and pressed an icon with a triangle on it. A small smile formed on his lips.

Suddenly, a strange noise, like a beam building energy, could be heard in the area. The Titan leveled his rifle, confused. Then he heard singing.

Well it's been such a long time coming, I thought you'd understand

The realization hit the Titan like a warhammer.. The Hunter hadn’t thrown grenades. They were speakers.

That I'm so far ahead of the lines you've been drawing in the sand

The Hunter smirked under his helmet. He holstered his revolver and moved to a higher position.

'Cause it's simple, you were wrong

He decided to hazard a peek into the next area. True to form, the Titan held his position- And based on his movements, he was extremely confused.

You must have known that we’d end up alone

“Where are you?” The Titan’s voice boomed in anger in the small space as he tried to cover every entrance to the space he could think of.

I know you thought I'd sold my soul, but you never told me to my face

The Hunter reached into the air and grabbed at pure Light. It manifested in his hand as a revolver cast in flame. It was now or never.

I just had to leave you cold and blow this shit away!

The music broke into a crescendo as the Hunter revealed himself. He jumped from his perch into the space occupied by the Titan. His Golden Gun erupted in a glorious volley of devastating Solar Light.

A bust of bullets hit the Hunter in his side for his troubles. He felt the bullets burn his flesh, but his momentum could not be broken. His first shot had gone too high- just over the Titan’s helmet. He rolled as he hit the floor, stopping abruptly in front of his opponent.

The Titan, in a rage, threw his rifle away. His fist crackled with Arc Light. The Hunter was close enough that a punch enveloped in electricity would likely finish the match.

The Hunter sprung away from his landing, putting just enough distance between himself and the Titan that the punch missed. The next volley from the Golden Gun, on the other hand, found its mark. As the Titan fell in front of him, he felt another burst of bullets strike his leg. He dove for cover with what strength he could. Traveler’s Light, it hurt!

“Give me just a few seconds,” The Hunter heard his Ghost in his head. “I’ve already transmatted out the bullets in your chest cavity, and lucky for you, only one bullet is still in your leg. Give me twenty seconds and you’ll be right as rain.”

The Hunter hardly felt the cooling sensation of Solas’ healing. Somehow, he felt calm in the moment. I feel like you’re right here with me, Kira, He thought to himself.

A noise from behind snapped him from the reverie. A Warlock stood behind him, bringing a Pulse Rifle to bear. The Hunter raised his Golden Gun to fire.

The flaming revolver fizzled away in motes of Light like embers.

Swearing, the Hunter kicked himself away from the wall to avoid a burst of gunfire from his opponent. Stupid, stupid! A weapon made of pure light never lasted very long- and he let himself get carried away. He sprang to his feet as another burst of bullets only served to remind him of his opponents presence.

As he rounded a low wall, he turned toward it, intending to jump over and ambush. His own auto rifle was stowed behind his cloak and would be impossible to draw without stopping- He drew his revolver and lept for his opponent.

The next thing he noticed made his heart stop.

This Warlock- She looked like Kira.

But that was impossible. She was dead.

He felt a burst in his head and everything went dark.

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The Hunter sat up from his position, holding his head. It didn’t matter how many times his Ghost brought him back from the dead- It always gave him a massive headache that caused his vision to blur for a few seconds. The next thing he heard almost made him wish he’d stayed on the ground.

“Outstanding!” Shaxx entered the battlefield with the downed Guardians from both teams, slowly clapping. “I don’t think I’ve seen a performance so glorious in a while. He clapped the victorious Warlock on the shoulder. “That was an impressive performance.” The Hunter could tell that the Warlock was pleased with herself, helmet or no. He pictured a smug smirk on her face.

“Equally impressive,” Shaxx continued, “Was the performance of this Hunter. Distraction is a valuable ally when overpowered in battle. It can drop the most well- laid defense if done correctly, but also remember that you should never let your opponent distract you from your objective. Remember this lesson. Of course, I can think of no better teacher of that lesson than the Iron Wolf himself. Isn’t that right, Rindel?”

The Hunter flinched. That nickname. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Shaxx had identified him, he brought up a name which had its fair share of spectres associated with it. Before he could respond, a page came in over the citywide comms system.

“Guardian Rindel Zivas.” Commander Zavala’s voice echoed throughout the city. “Report to the Vanguard for debriefing. Now.”

Rindel looked toward the tower. The jig was up now. He sighed before looking at Shaxx.

Shaxx shrugged, a motion that looked more comical than it should have with the Titan’s enormous shoulder pauldrons. “Sorry, Rin. We’ve all been told to report sightings of you. Commander’s orders. Now, get up there.”

Rindel made is way to the exit. He looked around. All the Guardians were now talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Even Tray, the arrogant Warlock seemed like he was in awe.

Rindel kept walking. It took everything for him to ignore the stares. This was one of the reasons he avoided the Tower as much as he could.

Solas phased out of him. His red shell had seen better days- it looked more brown from a lack of maintenance. He focused a beam at Rindel’s throat and rotated side to side, looking as if he was shaking his “head.”

“What?” Rindel’s voice was much clearer, showcasing his annoyance. “Gonna say ‘I told you so?’”

“I would,” Solas started, “But then, you just did.”

Rindel glared at his Ghost behind his faceplate. Getting from the Crucible setup to the Tower was a long walk in any case. Answering to Zavala’s ire would make it feel far, far longer.

#destiny #destiny 2 #original character #adaptation #holy crap this took a while #It's totally worth it #Hold onto your butts #This is the start of something awesome #my fiction

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sintheyokai · 5 years

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(LCRoA-2) Chapter 1: Black Snake and the Woman of Shadows

Word Count (not including a midway author's note): 10295 (Jesus christs FUCK)

Time- 1:39 p.m.

Hilda was tired.

VERY tired.

She had stayed up the night before, cracking a national drug ring she had been trying to bust for months, and Lucius had certainly tested her patience yesterday afternoon.

So needless to say, she really didn't want to deal with the senior lady who just walked in.

She was old, but didn't look as such. In fact, she was rather thin and curvaceous for someone her age. Her hair was curly, but not Sniffer curly, and was a blazing shade of white.

"Good evening!" she said cheerfully, "Is Alfendi Layton here? Or any other Laytons for that matter?"

Hilda held her temples. "No," she said, "He went out to lunch about 45 minutes ago."

The lady's eyes widened, "You mean he's OUT OF THE WORKPLACE for ONCE? How rude, he didn't even bother to let me know!" she said jokingly.

Hilda, too tired to realize such, raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if I wait for him? And call someone over whilst I'm at it?"

Hilda sighed, simply shaking her head 'no'

"Thank you!" the lady chirped before handing Hilda a small bottle of liquid, which the agent, understandably, looked at quizzically. "Drink that dear," the elder said sweetly, "It'll perk ya right up. You deserve it for being polite in that sorry state."

Giving a loose nod, accompanied by a yawn, Hilda raised the bottle to her lips. She had barely taken a sip before she felt like her normal self. Whatever she had been given worked like magic! Hilda stared at the woman in disbelief as the latter pulled a small black box and a phone out of her bag, quickly dialing someone and putting the box over her throat. Hilda strained to overhear the conversation.

"Katrielle Layton, please come to Scotland Yard." The woman's voice had changed to that of a man, gruff and surly, "Someone is requesting you... No, they insist that you come here... Alright, we will await your arrival. Goodbye."

If Hilda wasn't in disbelief before, she certainly was now! She watched the woman proceed to make two more calls, each in a different voice:

After she hung up on the second person, she looked in Hilda's direction and winked with a playful smile. Hilda hesitantly smiled back. Who exactly was this woman?

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Time- 1:58 p.m.

Alfendi laughed as his assistant, Lucy Baker, skipped about with his sister, Fauna. They had, unfortunately, been forced to leave Lou's house earlier than wanted because Fauna had gotten a call telling her to go to Scotland Yard (C'mon you two; you're gonna be headin' back at some time, why not now?).

As they began approaching Scotland Yard, Lucy spotted someone familiar.

"Oi!" she shouted, "Katrielle!"

Alfendi did a double take at the name. He looked at the entrance to see his sister chatting away with another woman with wavy brown hair, dressed in a long peachy orange dress and red, wintry cape. Both he and Fauna recognized the latter and went pale.

"Nope!" Fauna and Potty said in unison, backing up, "NOPEnopeNopenope timetogo becomingantisocial N O W."

Lucy, albeit confused, grabbed the duo in a death grip by the wrists before dragging them in the direction of the building. She called out again.

"KATRIELLE!"

The woman in question looked away from her chatting partner and smiled.

"Lucy! And is that an Alfendi and Fauna I spy?"

Both grumbled a small "Yes" in response.

"Fauna, sweetie, it's so good to see you again little sister!" the other woman cried out, trapping Lou's housemate in a forced hug.

"Mhm, yeah," Fauna said between clenched teeth, "Good t'see ya too, Flora."

"What are you all doing here, anyway?" Flora asked, "Kat told me she was called here."

Fauna raised an eyebrow, "Huh? Odd... I was too. What about you?"

Flora knitted her eyebrows, "I didn't want to say anything before, but I also received a call. Alfendi?"

The inspector shook his head towards his older sister.

"Suppose they knew you worked here?" Katrielle piped in.

"Tha's good an' all," Lucy interrupted, before pointing to Flora, "But who is-"

"Are you the Laytons and Reinholds?" a soft, American voice spoke from the entrance. The addressed people turned to see an officer standing at the door. The family glanced at each other before Fauna spoke.

"Yyyyeah? Who the fuck are you?"

The officer smiled. "If you'll follow me inside." she said, not answering Fauna. Hesitantly, the group went inside.

Once in, Alfendi took note of Hilda's semi bewildered look. The officer turned to them.

"We will wait here." she commanded.

And they did so for about 5 awkward minutes before Lucy noticed the officer was giving her an amused side eye whilst unbuckling her collar. Before she could say anything, however, she spoke in a louder and more British voice.

"My, my Alfendi, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend~!"

In an instant, the woman was tackled by both Laytons and Reinholds, all crying "Aunt Okri!" (or "HOLY FUCKS" if you were Potty or Fauna). The woman gave a hearty laugh before, to Lucy's surprise, removing a wig.

"Now, now, settle! I know I haven't been around in a lo-"

WHAM!

Katrielle stood defensively, fist out.

"Kat what the fuck!?" Potty shouted.

"Nono, Al, it's fine, I deserved that! Jeez, Kat, I see you've gotten better at your socking."

"You left Alfendi in the middle of his coma!" Katrielle wailed in anger, "Over some job! Don't you care about your family!?"

Okri's face fell a bit. She slowly put her arms around Katrielle and hugged her close.

"That's actually why I had to go. If I hadn't at that time, Alfendi would've had a zero percent chance of waking up."

She patted her niece's head before Lucy finally shouted.

"Aight PLEASE SOMEONE EXPLAIN."

Alfendi chuckled before pointing to Flora, "This is my sister, Flora Reinhold. My dad adopted her which meeeans..." he turned to Fauna, "Fauna is technically ALSO adopted."

Lucy then looked at a red faced Fauna, who sighed.

"Long story short, I told Flora to literally ship me off to some rando place (in a box) when we were kids because I didn't wanna deal with my new robo mama (I'll explain that in a bit Lou, hold the fuck up). Landed in South America, adopted the kids, somehow got back to England, saw my sister with Al's dad, got adopted myself."

Lucy nodded, eyes wide as she looked at the woman called Aunt Okri. Alfendi suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

"AUNTIE..." he said, "This is my ASSISTANT and... sweetheart?? Lucy Baker!"

Okri laughed again before flashing Lucy a smile.

"Pleased to meet you, in-law!"

Alfendi smacked his aunt upside the head, face scarlet.

"What's say we go someplace?" Okri suddenly suggested, "Alfendi, Fauna, I know you two just had lunch, but is anyone else hungry? Personally, I'm not, but Kat? Flora?"

The girls shook their heads.

"We could go to the museum." Flora shyly offered, "I heard they recently got something new added to their Azran exhibit: statues and weapons from the city of Akbadain!"

"Oh, Ernest went to see that with Sherl today!" Katrielle exclaimed, receiving a few odd glances and an amused eyebrow raise from her aunt. "Unrequited assistant and a dog." she bluntly explained.

"Sounds good, unless anyone has any valid objections?" Okri waited. Alfendi slowly raised his hand.

"No, Alfendi, being an antisocial workaholic does not count as a valid objection."

"Okay..."

So they set off into the streets of London, chatting and catching up on the missed years. Lucy listened intently as the Layton aunt rambled on and on about adventures, her most recent one being a classic "government shits messing with shit they're not supposed to and nearly wrecking the planet in the process."

Of course she didn't just tell stories; she also managed to slip in typical family teasing ("Settled in with a nice man, Flora? What about you Fauna?", "Alfendi for fucks sake what exactly have you EATEN while I was gone? By Heavens fuck, look at your SHINS!", "Katrielle Layton, there is a fine line between 'unrequited assistant' and 'future in-law'").

As they began approaching the museum, they were surprised to see people being quickly evacuated. The group ran across the street and Okri tapped a guard on the shoulder.

"The hell's going on?" she asked him.

"Some boy got bit by a snake that now refuses to leave him alone; he's having violent convulsions. We've already called police and an ambulance so just stay here." the guard replied.

Katrielle scanned the crowd, hoping to catch sight of Ernest or Sherl. She suddenly heard her name.

"Kat!" she saw a red and white beagle running up to her, looking bewildered.

"Sherl!" she cried out in relief before panicking again, "Wait, where's Ernest?"

Sherl did not respond.

"Sherl, come on, where is he?!"

Again, she did not receive an answer; she sprinted inside, dodging the attempted grabs by officers.

"Kat! Wait!" Alfendi shouted, the guard blocking him, "Let me through, that's my sister!"

The officer was soon on the ground, Okri having kneed him in the stomach.

"Move it or lose it, c'mon!" she ordered, the group taking chase to Katrielle.

They found her in a room with several Akbian artifacts. She stood at the edge, gawking in horror at a green haired college boy in the middle of the room.

His eyes were pitch black, leaking some liquid of gross consistency like tears. The same liquid poured from his mouth as he twitched violently, jerking about like a fish out of water.

What made the sight more disturbing, however, was the black snake loosely wrapped around his neck. It slithered around the poor boy's head, occasionally licking the black goop from his eyes.

"Ernest!" Katrielle shouted, grabbing a small pocket knife from inside her coat.

The snake turned its head to the detective, tilting it slightly in a confused manner. It suddenly hissed, slowly, as if getting used to the word.

"Er... Errrrneessssst..."

It looked at him and spoke again.

"Ihrrrrniihwoooolt (irniwoolt)"

It slowly removed itself from the poor youth's neck and began making its way towards Katrielle. It lifted itself up so that it was eye level with her.

"Tichahngoox.... Thhhhanksssss".

And just like that it was gone, literally disappearing into the shadows.

Snapping out of her shock, she ran to Ernest, who was no longer moving and surrounded by her family.

Okri was force feeding him a drink, every sip somehow ridding Kat's assistant's eyes of the black slime. As Aunt Okri continued pouring the liquid down Ernest's throat, Katrielle thought she saw a woman in the window.

When Ernest finally came to, the police and medical staff arrived. Okri slapped the chief medic in the face.

"Well LOOK who's LATE!" she shouted, a team already helping Ernest to his feet and out the museum, "You're no longer needed for saving; I managed to heal him just in time, unlike your sorry ass who took forever and would've arrived to a dead body had I not stepped in!"

"Inspector Layton, do you know this woman?" Alfendi turned to the speaker.

"Yes, Detective Britannia, she's my aunt."

Katrielle's head snapped towards the man in. "Britannia?" she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same to you Ms. Layton."

"We were going to come see the newest Azran exhibit when I heard Ernest got bit."

Britannia raised an eyebrow, "Oh? You haven't heard?"

The Laytons looked at each other before looking back at the officer.

"'eard wot?" Lucy asked.

"Hmm... I see. Inspector and Ms. Layton, perhaps you could prove more useful to this odd case than us." Britannia turned to Katrielle, "Both the statues and the weapons that arrived the day before yesterday were discovered to be missing this morning. And Inspector, I believe for your part, it's best you simply see for yourself. I pray none of you are squeamish."

He then led the family to a door that had been shut and plastered with warnings.

Promptly opening it, they felt their hearts stop.

Presumably three people, two women and a man dressed in black, were dead, all dismembered and disfigured in horrible, grotesque ways. The only mild death, Alfendi noted, was the woman in front of an empty exhibit, body cut cleanly in half and face flayed off.

The man had been sliced open, his own intestines wrapped around his neck and tied to a weapons rack. The other woman was completely destroyed, body parts scattered and head on a spear placed near a stone tablet.

It took most of the group's, excluding Alfendi and Okri, will to not vomit or retch at the sight.

"Well whoever did this sure had speed and patience." Okri said, scrunching up her nose in disdain.

"Let's start the investigation." Alfendi said, "Britannia! Make sure a file gets sent to the Mystery Room, I'll be there soon. Kat, I assume you're going to stay and ask around?"

His sister nodded, still looking a little shaken. "When Ernest gets better, can one of you make sure he gets here safely? I want him to help."

Flora raised her hand, "I'll stay at the hospital with your dog and bring Ernest once he recovers."

Alfendi nodded before wiping a finger on a newspaper, the black goop quickly appearing, "Managed to get it before Auntie rid of it all." he said when he noticed Lou staring, "I'll get Florence to test it, along with anything the snake put in him." Fauna suddenly grabbed her brother by the shoulder.

"Aunt Okri and I talked." she said, "She's gonna stay here with Kat and help investigate in her assistant's place. I decided I'm going with you. Also, she gave me this." Fauna held up a stone ball, just slightly larger than a tennis or baseball. "Told me to guard it for her, no clue why; government shits tryna mess with it I guess. Put it in your big ass pockets for me, will ya? I have none."

Taking the ball, he placed it in a lab coat pocket as he, Lou, and Fauna walked out of the museum and back to the Yard. As they did, Fauna caught a glimpse of a woman, clothed in black and purple, standing across the street from the museum. Not thinking of it much, she continued to follow her brother and housemate.

A/N: We have now reached a split point! Throughout the investigation and story, there will be moments where I need to tell what all parties are doing. It's like first person, but in third instead (if that makes ANY sense). They will be distinguished by the beginning letter(s) of the character.

-Lo: Loopy, L: Lucy, Lu: Lucille

- Fl: Flora, Fa: Fauna

And Alfendi will be A, Kat K and so on. For any new main characters that come up, I will provide a key as to what letters refer to who. You are also welcome to try and solve the investigation (though I think it'll be a bit obvious; ya never know though) in the comments, as you will be given clues from each sector!

Now, with that out of the way, you may continue reading:

Key

A- Alfendi's party

K- Katrielle's party

Fl.- Flora's party

N/A- There is no party, but there are still clues to be gained

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Time- 2:15 p.m.

(K)

Katrielle watched as Aunt Okri came up to her from Detective Britannia.

"Okay, here's what I got." Okri said:

The day before yesterday, they got the statues and weapons from a Mr. Randall Ascot and Henry Ledore in Monte d'Or. Both sets of artifacts were found in some Azran ruins from the ancient kingdom of Akbadain. Last night, the entrance doors of the museum were locked and the only way in could've been through the windows. This morning, however, not only did they discover the bodies and missing artifacts, but they also found the supposed getaway car parked close by. The morning guard also saw that someone had burned a small hole in the one of the empty rooms' back wall.

"I'll tell this to Alfendi, too, Kat." Okri said.

Katrielle simply nodded, taking this into consideration:

3/15 clues gained!

- Entrance locked

- Parked escape car

- Burned hole

"Guard also gave me these." Okri said, handing her niece two photos, "It's the statues and the weapons. So we have a reference." Katrielle inspected the photos carefully.

The first one showed statues of six adult women, arranged in a neat row.

From left to right, they appeared as followed:

- A serene, yet mature looking woman with ear length bobbed hair and wearing a long sleeved long dress; she is posed so that it looks like she is holding a bow, pulling back a single arrow.

- A pure, shy appearing woman with curly, rear end length hair and wearing a long tiered gown with a sweetheart neckline; she has one hand out as if she were either reaching for something below her waist or pushing away a crowd from below. The other is somewhat hidden, but clenched as if she were holding a weapon.

- A boyish, toned woman with short, scruffy hair and wearing a tank top and shorts; she is in a war like pose: hunched so that her chest is close to her knee, legs bent and far apart, and arms up like she is wildly holding two of something in tight fists.

- A bubbly, smiley woman with knee length hair and wearing a strapless bra-esque top and puffy tiered skirt; she has one leg up, bent at the knee, and she looks as if she is supposed to be holding a violin.

- A cold, emotionless appearing woman with back length hair and a bang covering half her face, wearing a simple sleeveless long dress; she is slightly hunched and has one arm out to the side, as if she were once holding a staff.

- A sweet, gentle looking woman with back length hair and wearing a puff sleeved knee high dress; she is posed to look like she's clutching her heart and reaching out for something coming down or releasing a bird.

Kat then looked at the other photo:

- A silver bow fitted with garnets.

- An obsidian dagger with a silver hilt, fitted with a singular sapphire.

- Two identical wooden wands, blades coming out further down it and an emerald on the ends (basically it looks like a question mark without the dot- ?).

- A golden violin and bow, two citrines symmetrically mirrored on either side of the instrument.

- A large, golden and intricate staff topped with a fairly sized and deep purple amethyst.

Soaking in the information, Kat began walking to ask around. Before she could, however, her aunt was tackled to the ground by a blue and brown blur.

"Aunt Okri!" she cried out as guards and officers simply stared at the cat-fight taking place. Okri was quickly overpowered and given a bloody face as the creature grabbed her bag and began rummaging through it. Kat took note of its appearance.

It was a woman of sorts, her thin, torn hair the color of muddy ice, and eyes glowing with the color of the frozen sea. Both her icy blue nails and slightly yellow teeth were long and sharp, her skin a gross shade of french gray and clothes made of still bloody animal pelts. She began panicking as she, apparently, couldn't find what she was looking for. She gave the older Layton a sneer and snarled.

"Wichihrih eex eet?"

(Where is it?)

When Okri didn't respond, the woman launched at her and harshly grabbed her by the throat. She asked again, in a scream.

"WICHIHRIH EEX EET!?"

"Aunt Okri! Let her go!" Katrielle threatened the woman. Okri put her hand on the her attackers'

"Paxihd eet awn. Sweend eet eerawoo xawn awswih a beetshich~"

(Passed it on. Find it you son of a bitch~)

The woman, in a rage at whatever Okri had said, slammed her head down before leaping up the walls and out the high window. Katrielle hurried to her aunt.

"Auntie! Are you-"

"I'm fine, Kat, don't worry," Okri said, clutching the back of her bleeding head, "I'm just glad she didn't go after you. 'Specially after what I said."

"What was that thing looking for?"

"I'd really rather tell you once the whole family and friends are gathered in one place. C'mon, let's try starting, take two."

4/15 clues gained!

- Aunt Okri's attacker

They went around, first going to the museum's caretaker, Kyuray Tohr.

"Mr. Tohr," Katrielle tapped the man's shoulder, gaining his attention, "Might I have a word? I'm Katrielle Layton."

"Ah, Ms. Layton! I've heard of your achievements." he smiled, "I assume you've come to ask me about the thefts?"

"Yes."

"Well, I was just waking up when I got a call from the guard who opens up saying there had been a murder in the museum! Not only that, but the new exhibits had been stolen as well!"

Katrielle put her chin in between her thumb and forefinger. "I see..." she mused, "Would you mind speaking to my brother at Scotland Yard? You can testify to him." Mr. Tohr frowned slightly.

"I see no reason to suspect me, but be it as it may, I'll do that." he said, "I suggest, however, you talk to the guard who opened up the museum this morning: Ivgaw d'Keez. He might have something. Hope to meet you again Ms. Layton."

Saying goodbye, Kat and Okri began searching for the guard. They found him in the back room, inspecting a hole.

"Mr. d'Keez?" she called out, the acknowledged guard turning around, "My name is Katrielle Layton; is it true you were the one to open the museum and discover the crimes this morning?"

"Yes." the guard said, before hastily adding, "But it was not me who did it, in case you're wondering. I know that is the suspicion with most people who discover crimes. I'm not sure where he is, but there was a man who saw me come up to the museum this morning. He was taking a Stagecoach London bus. Tall, lanky, brown and scruffy hair."

Katrielle nodded, "And when did you come by to open up?" she asked.

"6:30, I believe."

"I see... Aunt Okri, can you tell Scotland Yard to check the London Stagecoach bus schedule? And if anyone got on at 6:30 this morning? If there is, make sure they get sent to the Yard"

"Sure thing, sweetie."

"And Mr. d'Keez, if you could head on over to Scotland Yard for questioning, that'd be great!"

"Very well." Ivgaw shook Katrielle's hand, promptly leaving without saying anything.

"Alright!" Kat exclaimed triumphantly, "That's all the suspects we can get to for now!"

Okri pointed to the hole, "That's wonderful, Kat, but why was he looking at this?"

Kat peered at the decent hole, large enough to put her fist through. She smiled childishly, trying to cover her laughs.

"It's a glo-"

"Katrielle Layton, if you finish that sentence..."

"You're smiling too~!"

"I am and I hate it!"

"I'm kidding anyway. It's obvious that this is the hole found after the murder and theft."

"No person could fit through a hole that small, although an animal could." Okri pointed out.

Katrielle nodded, quickly noticing oddities about the hole. There was something black around the edges and inside, along with pale pink petals. Kat quickly realized it was a black goop, similar to the one Ernest had been leaking. She also noticed that, despite the scorch marks, the hole was slightly wet, and a small puddle had formed directly in front of it.

Odd... she thought, How could it have something destructive and painful while also having such pretty petals? Be damp with a puddle whilst still being scorched? What even went through this hole?

Okri suddenly tapped her niece's shoulder, "C'mon Kat." she said, "They're bout to start letting people in and closing off the murder scene. I'll call the others and we'll head on over to your office."

Albeit slightly disappointed, Katrielle nodded and followed her aunt out the museum. On the way out and across the street, Kat saw five women, all gathered near an alleyway. For some odd reason, she thought they looked familiar, but she dismissed it and continued trailing behind her aunt.

6/15 clues gained!

- Stuff around scorched hole

- Familiar women

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Time- 2:15 p.m.

(A)

The crime scene reconstruction device hummed, displaying the brutal scene once more for the trio to see. Fauna grimaced, although she didn't retch at it like the first time. Lou, on the other hand, gagged to see the mauled bodies. Placid simply stared before Potty came out and grinned.

"According to the file," he said, "The city of this exhibit, Akbadain, was one where war and bloodshed was commonplace among rival clans. Seeing the scene awash with crimson glory... it's just so fitting and fantastical~!"

Fauna rolled her eyes, "I still dunno how you can talk like you're having an orgasm when it's a mauled body."

"Now, now, Fauna, you know living with Aunt Okri changed me!"

"Yeah, but even as a scrawny, shinless and stick kid, you were nothing like this."

"Wot were it like?" Lucy butted in, pausing her evaluation and analysis of the crime, "Livin' wiv that woman? Why did you 'ave t'live wiv 'er?"

"Aunt Okri?" Fauna raised an eyebrow and grinned with a wild joy.

"Simply put, she was the best aunt to have around!" Potty exclaimed with the same joy, "We would always have to go when Dad went on some adventure or another."

"Hm? Wouldn't Flora 'ave been old enough?" Lucy asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Fauna nodded, deadpanned "Alfendi, when you were born, she was... what, 14?" Alfendi nodded at this in affirmation, so Fauna continued, "And Dad didn't go on another adventure after the whole time travel fiasco until she was, like, 17 or 18, which made Alfendi 3 or 4 and me 12 or 13. So yeah, she would have been perfectly capable of babysitting!"

"Sooo... why did-"

"If she didn't run off to join him every time he went."

"Oh."

"Al, remind me what our little joke was when you got older?"

Alfendi smirked, "There she goes, having a 'let me join you bastards' moment again. I'm sure it's just a phase." he chuckled, "Then we'd pretend to sip tea from mugs."

Fauna cracked up at this memory, and Alfendi continued talking to Lucy.

"Because Flora would leave, we often had to go to Aunt Okri's house in the woods. And because she lived in the woods, there was often a lot of wild animals trying to break down the door. So she taught us certain animal weak points."

He let Lucy soak this in before continuing.

"And I already told Loopy this, but she taught me a bit of fencing, including rules and tips neither my father nor my uncle ever taught me. Then- Fauna you remember how she taught us how to throw knives and what the most lethal attack points were?"

"And how you and I were pretty much the only ones to use said lessons?" Fauna smiled at her little brother, "Of fucking course I do!"

Lucy giggled before feeling a sharp pain in her head. Suddenly, Loopy was in control.

"Wot's 'appenin'?" she quickly asked, receiving a synopsis of both the crime and the conversation with Lucy. Loopy quickly pulled a notebook from her back pocket and began recording everything said. When she got an odd look from Fauna, she smirked.

"Star'ed makin' sure tha' Longstockin' an' Barde are up t'date wiv stuff told t'me."

After she was caught up, she looked at the holographic display and licked her lips.

"Lookie 'ere~" she purred, "A brutal murder of three people tha' I didn't do~! Why, I 'appen t'be quite jealous!"

"Alright, that knocks you off the board." Fauna said under her breath.

Loopy zoomed in on one of the bodies and gave it a look of confusion. Alfendi noticed.

"Lily, what's wrong?" Potty asked.

"Who th' fuck puts flower pe'als an' thorns in a robber's body?" she spat, sounding as if she had had enough bullshit already. Alfendi and Fauna looked at each other, then back to Loopy. She got a discouraged look that looked like she was about to cry and contemplate death.

"A-An' they put wa'er in 'em too? Th' fuck do ya expect th' pe'als an' thorns to do??? 'oney no tha- tha's not 'ow we do this you ignorant SLUT."

"There's petals and water in the body?" Potty asked, raising an eyebrow. Loopy looked up with wide, disheartened eyes.

"YEs!" She wailed, "REd we neED t'arRESt them they- they'resofuckingstupidohmygod"

While Fauna rubbed her despairing housemate's back in comfort, Alfendi inspected the bodies closer.

Loopy was right.

Stuffed deep in the wounds of all three victims were pale pink flower petals and pale yellow thorns, whereas water was slowly dripping from each victims' mouth.

Odd... Placid thought. Isn't it? Potty agreed, Aunt Okri told us the doors were locked, and you could only go through the windows. To carry flowers and water inside through a window would be tough, even for Fauna.

7/15 clues gained!

- Petals and water in bodies

The door to the Mystery Room suddenly opened, and Florence came in looking both confused and frustrated.

"Al?" she said the name as if she was surprised he was in there.

"Ah, Florence!" Placid came back out, and Loopy caught sight of Fauna giving him a slight frown, "Did you manage to get tests on that substance and Greeve's blood?"

Florence gave a simple silent nod, the look of frustrated confusion never leaving her sickly face.

"Yeah, and you're going to *a-achoo!* to find it a bit weird." she said with a tone of urgency. Alfendi raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? How so?" he asked.

"Al... that boy was poisoned."

The room was silent until Alfendi quickly went to grab his phone.

"You don't need to call the *sniff* the hospital, Al." Florence said, albeit not very calm.

"Florence, my sister's assistant is DYING!" Potty suddenly reappeared in a violent rage.

"ALFENDI IF HE WAS GOING TO DIE, IT WOULD'VE BEEN A LONG WHILE AGO!"

"What do you mean he would've died a long while ago?!"

Florence violently held up a small report, "That wasn't any snake poison he got; it was black mamba poison."

Alfendi froze. He gave the forensics expert a look of utter terror, as did Fauna.

"That boy should've died within seconds after being bit, and yet *cough cough**achoo!* and yet he's somehow still alive? I think he's perfectly safe."

Alfendi calmed, Placid returning.

"Sorry t'in'errupt, but wot th' fuck's a black mamba?" Loopy suddenly asked nonchalantly. Fauna looked at her housemate.

"A hella deadly snake native someplace in Africa." she answered, "If I remember correctly, one bite can kill, like, 10 or somethin' men in a few seconds. It's basically a snake carrying a death sentence in its mouth..."

"Loopy, how do you not know what a black mamba is?" Alfendi asked, deeply confused. Loopy shrugged.

"Snakes aren't my thing. I don't deal wiv 'em."

"Al, focus." Florence turned the groups attention back to her, "*achoo!* The goop is the other thing."

She sneezed before taking a deep breath.

"I can't identify it."

"What?" Potty was back out again.

"I have tried three or four times already to put it in a reactor of some sort; every time, it nearly *sniff* killed me and Sniffer! I only used a few drops of the slime and barely a drop of any given reactant. I tried *achoo! sniff* I tried decomposing it in a way, and all that came out was a mixture of dried blood and some sort of toxic, black blood that we had to isolate because *cough cough* because it made Sniffer woozy and me nearly collapse. Al, I'm going to be completely honest with you: "I don't what you gave me, but you never should have even considered bringing it here."

Alfendi was confused beyond his normal limit. An unidentifiable mass of, pretty much, blood, and Ernest surviving a black mamba bite... Two things that his genius brain seemed to draw a blank on...

And both Potty and Placid hated it.

9/15 clues gained!

- Mamba poison

- Mysterious substance

"That's all I have to report Al. *achoo!* Sorry I couldn't help that much." Florence sighed as she turned. She stopped for a bit before turning back around.

"Oh! By the way, *cough* Hilda wanted me to give you this. Apparently some woman *sniff* had her clothes robbed some time near the murder and theft. This is what she told Hilda."

She placed a note in Alfendi's hand and left.

Alfendi began reading the note aloud:

- A woman with green hair seems to be the perpetrator.

- Woman claimed to have seen two wands strapped to perps back; pointed one at the woman.

- Perp said something in a foreign language before, as the woman claims, she was launched back by a cloud of dust that made her feel violently nauseous.

- Managed to see the perp steal: a business top and skirt, a thick sweater, two pairs of jeans, a pair of shorts, and two tank tops before passing out.

- Woke up to find a puff skirt, baggy hoodie and knee high party dress were also missing.

Potty curled a lip in disgust, "Why would Hilda want me to take such a feeble and common case? She mocks me!"

Fauna shrugged, "Maybe she thought it had somethin' t'do with the case. Ya gotta admit, that robbery's awfully close to the time of the reported crimes. Could be related, just sayin'."

Alfendi simply sneered and put the note in a back pocket. He'd have to deal with it later.

10/15 clues gained!

- Stolen clothes

"Prof?" Lucy was suddenly back out, "I'm bout t'go ge'ma sarnie from th' community fridge, jus' le'in ya know."

And with that, she walked out, heading down the hall to the lounge. On her way, she heard the chipper voice of her favorite janitor.

"Oi, Luce!" he said, mop over his shoulder, "Aren't ya s'possed t'be in the Mystery Room wiv' Alfendi?" he said.

"Aye, bu' I go' 'ungry an' told 'im I were goin' t'ge my sarnie from th' lounge."

"Haha! Oh, Lucy, luv, yer 'unger always seems t'be at it's 'ighest!"

Lucy giggled at this, "You know me, Dusty, 'ungry 'ungry Lucy!"

At this, the duo laughed and parted.

Although Lucy could've sworn that, when she passed the steel pen cup on Blaine's desk, Dustin's reflection was that of a shady woman in a hoodie instead.

Time- 2:27 p.m.

Potty slammed the desk with such strength, it nearly snapped in two.

"DON'T MOCK ME MR. TOHR! As it is proven by the alibis of Mr. Ivgaw d'Keez AND Mr. Beist Ander, YOU are the only culprit left! And I've half a mind to say you're collaborating with your wife!"

Loopy sat in the back with Fauna before whispering over.

"It weren't him." she said.

"How can ya be sure?" Fauna asked.

"Fauna, 'un, you forget tha' I'm a criminal too, an' tha' I can read them be'er than Red could ever dream. I can read their faces, their movements, their voice, and in the end I'll know: They're like me, or they're not."

There was a silence between them as Potty tried to break the curator into a confession he didn't have.

"Poor Mr. Tohr..." Loopy mocked with a pouty face, "'e's scared~..."

"Obviously..." Fauna smirked.

"But it's not a look of 'I've been caught!'," Loopy said, "It's a look of terror tha' ya rarely see in people. Th' fear of dyin' at th' 'ands of a madman. A look of 'I dunno wot I did wrong... but please stop.' I should know... Me an' Barde gave Beelzedad tha' look alot."

When Potty realized that he could not break Kyuray, he angrily let him go.

"I don't understand!" he shouted, "How could all three suspects have such tight alibis!?" He took a deep breath and slammed the table.

"Lily, Fauna, c'mon. We're back to square one."

11/15 clues gained!

- Tight alibis

Time- 2:41 p.m.

They sat, again in the Mystery Room, Potty pacing back and forth, hands entangled in his crimson hair, repeating "I don't understand" and "How?!" like a mantra.

Suddenly, Hilda came in.

"Al, don't mean to bother you, but did you get my note?"

Potty snapped his head towards her and growled a "yes" before going back to pacing. Lucy pointed at the keys in Hilda's hands.

"Why d'ya 'ave-"

"Needed something from the supply closet, but I just could't find Dustin! So I had to get a key from the Commissioner. And since it's literally next to you all, I thought I'd ask about the note."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, "Dusty? Odd, I saw 'im earlier today!"

"Did you?" Hilda exclaimed, "Well, that's a relief to know he's not locked up somewhere." And after that, she left.

Potty sat down, hands trembling with pent up anger as he spoke.

"I still don't get how-"

"AHHHHH!"

There was a loud piercing scream before the slam of a door, presumably the supply closet door, as Hilda burst back into the room, eyes wide with fear and anger. She glared at Fauna, then Lucy.

"I don't know which one of you two owns the snake, but it's not funny to put it in the supply closet!" she shouted.

The room was silent as Hilda tapped her foot.

"Well?! Fess up, one of you! Who owns it!?"

"Hilda..." Potty said, previous anger being replaced with a slight fear for the worst, "I know both of them well enough to know that they'd never own a snake of all things."

"Well, someone put a snake in the closet, and I want to know-"

"'ilda..." Lucy interrupted, "Wot color were the snake?"

"Black, why?"

The room became silent once more before Lucy asked another question.

"Were- Were there anyone int' closet?" she asked. Hilda shrugged dramatically.

"Lucy, I don't know! All I saw was a snake before I panicked and closed the door!"

Fauna, Lucy, and Alfendi looked at each other. Alfendi asked Lucy, "Do you know where Loopy keeps her weapons?"

Lucy nodded, "She keeps a 'atchet int' office actually, since she started bein' 'ere." she went to the back room and quickly returned with said hatchet. Alfendi got up and looked at Hilda.

"Pertinax, you better steel yourself; we might find something worse than you want."

Hilda nodded as the quartet went back out in the hall and stood in front of the supply closet door. Slowly, Hilda reached out for the knob. Hesitating for but a moment, she swung the door open, Lucy tightly holding the hatchet.

It was as Alfendi feared, both Placid and Potty.

A long, black snake, just at eye level with Lucy. But that was not the worst of the situation. The snake was not just there in the closet, but was wrapped around something.

That something was the ankle of Dustin Scowers.

He had collapsed, and was propped up against the shelves, his arms seeming to be the only things to prevent him from entirely slipping.

"Dustin!" Lucy called out.

No response.

"Prof..." Alfendi turned to his assistant, noticing tears, "Ya- Ya don't think 'e's-"

"No." Potty said, pointing at Dustin's face, "Look."

Lucy turned back to see, from underneath his bangs, a viscous black liquid was running down his face, barely missing his slightly agape mouth. It hit Lucy and Fauna at the same time.

Whatever had been protruding from Ernest, was now coming from Dustin; the snake in front of them was most likely the same to bite Ernest. But what did it want?

The snake made no movement towards them, only hissing. It suddenly spoke, like at the museum.

"H...Hiiiillldaaa..... Cheeeslehdaaa... Luuuucyyyyy..... Sleh-ooooosssheeeer..." It then looked at Dustin, "Duuussstiiiiin... Dooowoolteeeen..."

The groups eyes went wide and faces pale.

It had been learning their names.

"Mond... Are ya causin' trouble again, luv?" A very familiar voice came down the hall. The gang turned to see Dustin, his face devoid of any emotion. Lucy was the first to growl.

"Who are you? Who did I talk to int' hallway?"

"Dustin" did not smile, or grin. In fact his face never moved a muscle as he reached outwards, curling his fingers in a slow, beckoning motion. He spoke again, but this time, it was a woman who spoke, quiet and monotone.

"Mawnd Tans. Shawmihr."

(Mond Tanz. Come.)

The snake seemed to understand, and began uncoiling itself from the janitor's ankle, moving towards the fake Dustin. As soon as the creature was wrapped around the imposter's leg, they dissipated into shadows, the shadow of a woman escaping down the hall as the gang simply stared in shock.

Thud! Crash!

Dustin had finally collapsed; apparently the snake had been keeping him up. He groaned, the black goop vanishing from his face. He looked up.

"Guys??" He said feebly, "Wot... Wot just 'appened?"

12/15 clues gained!

- Shadow Dustin

----

(Fl)

Time- 2:28 p.m.

The trip to the hospital had been a bit long, about 15 or so minutes, and Ernest rushed to a room. Flora sat and watched as he lay there, sleeping.

She was lost in thought. What had exactly happened? She had only caught a glimpse of the snake before it disappeared, and yet she was certain she had seen it before... perhaps in a book? She noticed the beagle at Ernest's side and smiled.

"You're worried about him?" she asked. The dog nodded. "Don't be. Aunt Okri's elixirs usually keep people alive after something like that."

"Usually, she says." Flora felt her smile grow wider as she heard the dog spoke.

"I can hear you, ya know. I've met a lot of talking animals in my life."

The dog gave her a bewildered look. Flora giggled.

"Oh don't be so surprised, Sherl. I heard you talking to Katrielle earlier."

"How do you know Kit Kat, anyway?" Sherl asked accusingly.

Suddenly, there was a groan as Ernest woke up. He looked around tiredly before his eyes landed on Flora.

"Miss... Miss Layton? No, you're not Miss Layton... Where-Where am I?" he asked, voice groggy.

"In the hospital, Pinstripes. That snake bite did you something nasty."

"Hello, Ernest." Flora smiled at the boy, "My name's Flora Reinhold; I'm Katrielle's sister."

"E-Eh?!" Ernest stuttered, "Miss Layton has a sister?"

Flora giggled before she noticed something outside.

It was a black snake, coiled on a tree branch leveled with the window. Flora saw nothing wrong with it, but Ernest began freaking out once he noticed.

"I-It's back! It followed me here!" he shouted.

Flora raised an eyebrow, "That's the snake that bit you?" she asked, "What's that bird doing so close to it?"

"Bird, what bird?"

"The little robin a few good inches away from it, looking at us!"

"Ms. Reinhold, are you alright? I see no bird." Ernest gave her a quizzical glance.

Flora was very confused. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

Sure enough, there was a robin unnervingly close to the black snake outside. The snake, having noticed it was now being watched, slithered down and off the tree.

"It's leaving... Has it decided to stop torturing me?" Ernest whispered. Sherl rolled his eyes in response.

"Pinstripes, you're being dramatic."

Flora was not listening to the quarrel, however.

Why had she seen the bird, yet they didn't?

13/15 clues gained!

- Illusory bird

The doctor suddenly came in, looking astonished.

"Mr. Greeves?" he said, "Are you trying to build up any immunities?"

Ernest furrowed his brows and slowly shook his head. This seemed to frighten the doctor more as he handed Flora a report.

"This came from Scotland Yard after they tested his blood," he told her before muttering under his breath, "This boy might be a god..."

Raising an eyebrow, Flora scanned the report.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the words "Black mamba."

She did a slight double take. "Ernest..." she said.

"Yes, Ms. Reinhold?"

"Youuu... should be dead."

"What?" Sherl exclaimed, "Dead?" Flora nodded in affirmation, showing the report to the dog before handing it to Ernest, whose face had gone worryingly pale. When she was sure he had read it entirely, she asked.

"So how do you feel?"

"Emotionally? Rather terrified, although proud I survived a bite like that!" Ernest said, keeping his voice surprisingly steady, "And physically, I feel fine! I don't feel as if I'm dying or weakening."

"Hmm..." Flora simply said.

14/15 clues gained!

- Ernest's health

Before she could say any more, her phone began to ring. She answered as quickly as she could, "Hello?"

"Flora?" the voice on the other line replied, "That you?"

"Aunt Okri! Yes, it's me."

"Good. Hey, how's the Greeves boy?"

"He says he's fine, Auntie. Feeling great, for that matter!"

The line was silent for a while before Aunt Okri spoke again.

"I see... Well, listen here, I'm bout to call Alfendi, but I called to tell you that we're meeting at Kat's agency. If Ernest is up to it, I'm sure he'll show ya the way."

"Okay. We'll try and be there as soon as we can."

Saying her farewell, Flora hung up before standing from her surprisingly comfy chair.

"Well, Ernest, I've been told we're expected at Kat's office." she said, "And since I've never been, would you mind leading the way?"

Ernest gave her a soft smile, nodding as he got up from his bed.

"Not at all, Ms. Reinhold!" he chirped. Flora giggled.

"Please, call me Flora."

----

Time- 2:58 p.m.

(N/A)

Katrielle and her aunt sat in her office, happily chatting and catching up. Okri refused to talk about the attack at the museum, saying she would later before moving on to a different topic, usually relationship status or old memories.

Her stomach suddenly growled, Kat's soon following. Okri chuckled.

"Leave it to a good clean murder mystery to make ya hungry." she got up with a small grunt, "I'm gonna go get food for us to eat. You hold the fort, and let the others know where I am if they get here before I do."

Kat nodded, and Okri took her leave. Kat sat in the silence of the office. It honestly felt odd without her infatuated assistant and talking dog. She just thought it to be...

A bit too quiet.

Katrielle would never admit it to anyone in her family, but she had a fear of being alone for too long. Living in the woods with Aunt Okri meant she, Alfendi, and Fauna would often be alone when their aunt had to head to the store.

She still shuddered at the memory of the wolves.

She had been about four, with Alfendi being twelve. Fauna had gone with their aunt, as Okri had seen Alfendi a fair age to look after his little sister on his own. However, instead of keeping a close eye on her the entire time, Alfendi had let her play outside as long as she stayed in his line of sight from the large kitchen window.

While she did do just that, playing with handmade dolls and other various toys, she had noticed how quiet it was. She looked towards the window, and remembered not seeing Alfendi there; presumably, he had gone to the bathroom.

But at the time, Kat had not known that, and so little her had panicked. It hadn't helped that soon after, she had begun to hear growling. She remembered the immense fear she had felt when she looked towards the edge of the woods to see a pack of wolves, which, due to poor little Kat's size back then, appeared much bigger and much more threatening than they would to someone of normal size.

She remembered how she whimpered and shook, feet frozen to the ground. They had kept getting closer, creeping closer... and closer...

Her heart stopped speeding as she remembered how Alfendi had suddenly burst out with a knife as a wolf lunged at her little self. Grabbing her, Alfendi had had the wolf down in a matter of seconds, hands coated in the animal's crimson red blood.

Ever since, Kat had always had the fear of quiet, empty places. She always got the brooding feeling that something would come and get her like before.

She jumped and snapped out of her memories as the agency door opened.

"Kat? Aunt Okri?" Alfendi called out into the seemingly empty place. Kat gave a silent sigh of relief.

"Auntie went to go get food for us, so it's just me right now." Kat called back as her siblings and friend entered the room. She noticed Alfendi take a stone ball out of his pocket and place it on her desk.

"What's that?" she asked, picking it up almost immediately after he sat down beside Lucy on the long couch.

"Careful Kat," Fauna said, "Auntie Okri gave it to me to guard."

"So why did Al have it?"

"Don't got pockets."

"Ah."

The agency door opened once more, this time a chipper voice spoke.

"Miss Layton! Are you here?"

"Yes, Ernest, I'm in here."

Ernest hurried to the voice, Flora and Sherl following behind.

"Golly, Miss Layton, I didn't know we'd have this many clients today!"

Kat's head dropped in disappointment, "Ernest, these aren't clients."

When she was given a look of confusion, Placid stood up and shook the boy's hand.

"I'm her brother, Alfendi Layton." he then pointed to Lucy, "That's my assistant, Lucy Baker"

Fauna gave a sharp whistle to get Ernest's attention.

"Name's Fauna; I'm Flora's sis, which legally makes me Kat's too."

After Ernest introduced himself to these new people, Katrielle waved her arms about wildly.

"Since everyone's here, except Aunt Okri, can we discuss what we found? I'll start, if no one minds?"

No one objected, so she started summarizing Aunt Okri's and her finds.

"Despite a clear attempt at escape, a scorched hole in the back and open windows, an escape car was still parked outside. There was a bunch of stuff around the hole: water, flower petals, and, oddly enough, the same black goop Ernest was spewing. Aside from all that, Auntie got attacked."

Placid leaped up, "Attacked?!"

"Yeah," Kat affirmed, "Some crazed, icy looking lady launched at her and tried to strangle her. They had a short conversation in some foreign language, and I guess Auntie said something that the other lady didn't want to hear, because after about two sentences, she slammed Auntie's head onto the ground and ran off!"

There was a silence in the room before Katrielle turned to her elder sister, "Flora, what about you?"

Flora put a finger to her chin, "Well..."

"Your assistant might be a god."

Kat did a double take, "Beg pardon?"

"We got his doctor report from Scotland Yard," Flora continued, "And it said that he was bitten by a black mamba. He should've been dead. Also, the snake reappeared, we all saw it, but only I saw a bird next to the snake. It was a small robin."

"So... Ernest is fine after being bitten by a death carrier, and two animals? One of which only you saw?" Kat summarized. Flora nodded. "Alright... Alfendi, your report?"

Her brother sighed, Potty coming out, "Nothing much, sadly." he said, "Aside from water and flower petals in the victims' bodies, all the suspects had air tight alibis. We tried testing the goop, and it nearly killed our forensic scientist. I got report of a meager clothes robbery halfway through the case, and overall, a genius mind like mine got stumped!"

Lucy lightly smacked him, "Prof, ya're forgettin' summat!" she said. When she received a raised brow, she gave an exasperated sigh before turning to her friend.

"I've told ya 'bout our janitor, Dustin, right?" she asked. Katrielle nodded.

"Well, earlier today, we found 'im int' supply closet, passed out an' leakin' th' same black stuff your assistant were leaking from 'is eyes! We asked 'im wot 'appened, an' all 'e said 'e remembered were, when 'e went to th' supply closet, 'e noticed 'is shadow weren't 'is own, but tha' of a woman in a baggy 'oodie and jeans, carryin' a staff. 'e said th' door opened on it's own, 'e saw a black snake, an' tha's th' last thing 'e remembered!"

A black snake? A different shadow? How is that...?

15/15 clues gained!

- Lucy's account

Conclusion reached!

"I've got it!" Katrielle exclaimed.

"Huh?" Alfendi raised an eyebrow, flicking away a crimson strand that had fallen in front of his eyes, "Got what?"

"I've solved both the murder and theft, of course!"

Flora's eyes widened, "Really now? So then, tell us what you think!"

Kat spun on her heel to turn to her elder sibling.

"The statues came to life!"

There was an awkward silence.

"Kat..." Fauna groaned, "I know your whole schpiel is 'The truth is stranger than fiction', but isn't that a bit far fetched?"

The detective stomped her foot, "Now, now, hear me out!"

"Here's how it begins!" Katrielle sat on her desk.

"Initially, there were three robbers that would later appear dead. To make their job easier, they tried to put each weapon with the statue that owned it. However, this proved false as they gave the one statue her staff. This caused the statue to come to life and realize that she and her companions were, quite literally, being robbed. Panicking, the staff became a scythe in which the new woman used to slice open the thieves. She freed the rest of the statues, and they all tried to escape out the front door. Finding it locked, they went to the back. They then turned into different substances: fire, water, flower petals, and the black goop from Ernest (Unfortunately, those are the only ones who left traces). Using these new forms, they escaped, the fiery one going first."

Katrielle made sure everyone's attention was still on her before continuing.

"Of course, these people are from the past, so their clothes were easy to point out. Thus, the clothes robbery. Moving on, the staff owner also owns the mamba, which, for reasons still unknown, stuck around to wait for someone to bite. Cue when it bit Ernest; it follows him to the hospital, only leaving once it knows it's been spotted. It goes to Scotland Yard, and bites the janitor so the woman who became the goop can impersonate him!"

The room was dead silent. Potty gave his little sister a dark chuckle.

"Alright. Say we were to believe that. Where are they now? How would we find them? Why was there motive to bite an innocent boy like your assistant?"

Katrielle huffed, crossing her arms, "We just have to find people who look like them! I have a photo of the girls' faces, so it shouldn't be too hard!" She began playing around with the stone ball mindlessly.

"What have you got there, Kat?" Flora pointed to the object and asked.

"Something Okri gave to Fauna, who gave it to Alfendi before I grabbed it. She was told to guard it."

"Well, she's not doing a very good job now, is she?" Flora giggled, Fauna quickly flushing pink.

"Definitely not." Kat chuckled in reply, making poor Fauna turn even more pink.

She began inspecting the stone in her hand. It had six gems, each placed in a spot where, had the stone been cubic, it would've looked like a die with only ones. A garnet on top, a sapphire on the bottom, and an emerald, citrine, amethyst, and diamond circling around it.

"Looks like a puzzle, if you ask me." Flora said, Alfendi and Fauna trying and failing to hide visible groans.

"It does, doesn't it? The question is, what is the puzzle?" Kat mused.

"Well, seeing Aunt Okri still isn't here, why not try to solve it?"

Out of curiosity, Katrielle pressed the sapphire on the bottom.

It clicked before springing up again.

Both she and Flora soon realized it was a simple click in the right order. Now, what was said order?

"Try alphabetically." Flora suggested.

The others began gathering around as Katrielle pressed the amethyst. It sprung back up.

Wrong.

"It's a dumb idea," Alfendi pitched in, "But try number of letters, least to most. If they have the same amount, then do alphabet."

Interested, Kat pressed the garnet, six letters. It stayed down, so she moved on to the citrine, C and seven. The stones popped up.

Wrong again.

"Color of the rainbow!" Lucy suddenly shouted out, before realizing that'd be the same order that they tried.

They stood around Kat, silent as they tried to solve the puzzle. Suddenly, in a quiet voice, Ernest spoke.

"Birthstones."

They all looked at him to see his pupils were far too dilated and dull for him to be alright."

"Eh? Ernest?" Lucy said, "Art al'reet (Are you alright) lad?"

"It's... the birthstones..." he repeated, as his pupils gained life again and returned to normal size. He noticed everyone looking at him and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

Katrielle raised an eyebrow. "You just said the answer was in order of birthstones, don't you remember?"

Ernest cocked his head to the side, "Nnnnoo?"

Katrielle, albeit confused and a little creeped out, began testing the offered solution.

Garnet, January. Stayed. Amethyst, February. Also stayed. Diamond, April; emerald, May; sapphire, September; and lastly, citrine, November.

There was a slight whirring as the stone split into two even hemispheres and opened up.

Correct.

Kat peeked inside to evaluate the contents.

Two silver bracelets decorated with garnets, a silver ring topped with a sapphire, a single emerald earring, a gold hairband with a dangling citrine, and a simple diamond necklace.

Alfendi scoffed, "Doesn't seem that important. I get most of them, but why guard a hairband?"

Katrielle smirked, "Maaaagiiiic~~" she said jokingly, as she reached for said hairband. Before she could, however, the top went flying, quickly returning to it's other half.

The group stood in shock as the room grew silent again.

WHAM!

They jumped as there was a loud thud against the window. They turned to see a woman, hair the color of muddy ice, eyes a piercing icy blue, and bloody pelts adorning her stick thin body. Kat recognized her as the woman who attacked Aunt Okri. The woman gave the group an eerie smile as she spotted the stone in Katrielle's hand, baring her sharp, yellow tinted teeth.

"Sweenasleheer..." she whispered, "Ee swawoond eet~! Tichih Cheegich Preeihxtihx weesleh bih xaw prawood~~!"

(Finally... I found it~! The High Priestess will be so proud~~!)

Backing up a bit, the group stood in a defensive huddle. They didn't realize as the room grew colder, the glass ready to shatter, until the woman pounded the glass with both fists, the window giving way into a thousand shards.

The creature stood, not caring about the bloody cuts she had received from the fall. She slowly began approaching the gang, staring intently at the little stone in the detective's hand.

"Geevih eet... Geevih eet... GEEVIH EET!!" she screamed, lunging at the frightened Layton.

(Give it)

There was a flash of red as Kat closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the woman was on the floor, sliced cleanly in two.

They then noticed as Flora's shadow elongated, and a head slowly emerged from the blackness. What had come out was a woman, decked out in a black, baggy hoodie and jeans, carrying a large scythe. The party watched in disbelief as the blade receded, the original scythe transforming into a staff topped with a deep purple amethyst.

It was only then did they hear the pounding on the door. The new woman turned, and only at that moment did Katrielle recognize her.

It was the statue that had the bang over half her face.

The woman, face devoid of feeling, reached a hand out and spoke.

"Awpihn..."

(Open)

The door swung open, and Okri was quick to tackle her family in a protective hug.

"Babies, what happened!?" she managed to get out between pants, "Wh-Why was the door frozen shut?!"

Alfendi had barely pointed to the dead body on the agency floor before his aunt growled.

"She was after the ball, wasn't she?" she asked menacingly. Katrielle nodded as Okri hugged her.

The shadow woman cleared her throat, still deadpanned, as the others returned their attention to her. She lightly hissed, and a black snake came through the window. It slithered, coiling around the woman's body until it rested comfortably around her neck like a scarf. It then lifted its lower half, pointing it at Ernest, who reasonably stepped back.

"Tichat awnih, Mawnd?" she said, face never moving.

(That one, Mond?)

The snake, in reply, seemed to nod. The woman made a noise of questioning before suddenly reaching her hand out to Katrielle. Ernest immediately stepped in front of her.

"I-I won't let harm Ms. Layton!" he shouted in an attempt to be confident. Okri quickly pulled him away.

"Kid, stand down. Ya don't know what you're getting into." she then turned to her niece, "Kat, give her the ball." Alfendi and Fauna gave her an offended look.

"Auntie, you told us" Potty began before Okri harshly cut him off.

"I know what I said!" she took a deep breath and chose her next words, "But it's hers."

The woman still waited, ever patient, until Katrielle cautiously walked over and placed the ball in her waiting palm. She noticed how her eyes were glued to Alfendi.

Saying nothing, the woman of shadows gave Ernest one last look before she dissolved into shadows, escaping out the window.

Again, the room fell into silence. Everyone then turned to Okri.

"Auntie, I think you have some explaining to do."

"I know." Okri hung her head, "Well, I suppose I should-"

"Oh shit!" Everyone turned to Fauna, then they noticed Ernest and felt the same panic.

He was having another seizure, jerking about with black slime dripping from only one eye this time. However his other eye fared no better, as it constricted and dilated at a fast and unusual pace. It didn't take long for them to notice the black foam gathering in his mouth as his body snapped to attention, the crack in his spine clearly heard.

The gang stood and watched as he swayed back and forth ever so slightly.

He collapsed to the ground.

A/N: CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS. If you managed to read this far, you have pretty much read the equivalent of perHAPS two Magic Tree House chapters. I HOPE no other chapters will be this long, but don't be surprised if they are.

#layton anime #layton's mystery journey #layton brothers mystery room #layton series #fanfiction #fanfic

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prompt; dnp are on vacation in some remote mountain area etc when dan gets a sharp pain in his side, phil has driving related PTSD but thinks he can pull through for dan and drives quickly to the hospital thats far away nervous,anxious and in an adrenaline rush. Turns out it was something minor and dan is given some pain medication etc so when his worryabout d is gone phil basically has a panic attack and passes out. dan freaks out but learns later what happened (angst hurt/comfort fluff?)

Vacations, Hypochondriacs and a Little Bit of PTSD

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Summary: Neither Dan or Phil saw this weekend as one to worry about. Dan was a great driver, even though he never really got a chance to show it, and when he asked their good friend Cat to borrow her car for a few days after Vidcon, of course, she trusted him with the keys.Genre: Fluff, Little bit o’AngstWord Count: 5,008Reading Time: 00:18:46Disclaimer: Characters are works of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. I do not own Dan or Phil and as far as I know, this never happened.

Three things that should never go together are vacations, hypochondriacs and a little bit of PTSD.

Neither Dan or Phil saw this weekend as one to worry about. Dan was a great driver, even though he never really got a chance to show it, and when he asked their good friend Cat to borrow her car for a few days after Vidcon, of course, she trusted him with the keys. They figured that while they were in America, they could drive to some log cabin in the woods and have an overdue romantic getaway. The type they couldn’t get in the UK. Not authentically, anyway. The last time they were in America, they resided in Florida and although the beaches were nice, they were craving a little alone time in the woods. You know, the kind of alone time that landed them miles away from civilization.

After only a few minutes of searching online, they stumbled upon a quiet resort that fit all of their needs. It was at least 30 miles away from anything close to a city and the cabin they selected overlooked a lake. Dan nearly jumped with joy when he found out that he might be able to take some super aesthetic photos while relaxing by the water. And Phil, the master photographer he was, could snap a photo of Dan looking on fleek as he napped on the dock.

The most appealing part of this trip was that they would be completely isolated from the crazy Vidcon fans and other possible overlookers. That meant that Dan and Phil could fuck outside if they really wanted to and nobody would see them. Dan took a mental note and smirked when Phil told him they had a hammock in the backyard. This trip was certainly going to be worth it.

The morning they left Vidcon was a tough one. The tricky thing about living overseas is that you never get to see your American friends. When Dan and Phil were finally able to relax on that last night, their friends threw the usual afterparty at some rando’s place, and naturally, Dan and Phil hadto attend. Neither expected to get sloshed but when people are shoving drinks in your hand left and right, it’s hard not to accept. Phil managed to stay on top of his drink count but Dan was gone after number 5. He took shots with Tyler Oakley, managed to chug a beer with Mamrie Hart and definitely ate some sort of gummy bear that wasn’t a gummy bear with Connor Franta. He had a blast and as usual, Phil had to drag him home and put him to bed after a total of probably 16 drinks. Phil never minded doing this. He always told Dan that he was lucky “he’s a cute drunk.” But really, Phil loved every part of Dan. Even the Dan that was petting Phil’s nose on the taxi ride home, insisting that Phil looked prettier than any girl at that party. Phil just laughed and rolled him into bed after stripping them both down.

“You know we have to get up early, My Dear,” Phil said softly, helping the boy find a comfortable spot in his arms. Dan rolled his eyes and licked his lips, looking up at Phil with a drunken stare.

“I know. If I’m lucky, you’ll drive for me so I can go back to sleep,” Dan joked. Phil laughed a little but he didn’t respond. Phil wasn’t really a driver. He just barely passed the driver’s test back in secondary school and he hadn’t been behind the wheel since he kind of sort of crashed his dad’s car. It was an accident but Phil swore to never drive if he didn’t have to. He had almost killed himself and he was terrified of putting himself or the love of his life in danger like that. Dan had agreed days ago that he would do the three-hour drive to the resort so that Phil wouldn’t have to worry about it. Dan liked driving, or so he said, and because he never got to do it, he happily volunteered. Phil cleared his throat and shook his head. Dan was drunk. He would just clarify in the morning. There was no need to worry about it.

Packing their suitcases went slowly after getting themselves up that morning. Dan wore his sunglasses as he insisted that the window light was too bright. Even after Phil closed the blinds.

“Hey, pass me the keys. I’ll go pack the car,” Dan said, his voice nearly a whisper. He looked like he regretted his drink choices from the night before. Phil knew he wasn’t saying anything because he knew Phil would make fun of him. Phil pushed his worries about Dan aside and hesitated before tossing the boy the keychain. “I think we can do it in one trip, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Phil glanced around the hotel room, noticing that once everything was packed, they really only had a few things.

“I’ll go start the car. We better get a move on. I want to be in the woods already.” Dan turned and left the room slowly, wincing as the door let out a high pitched squeak. But when he stepped out and the door closed behind him, Phil let out a sigh of relief. Dan would start the car, Dan would drive, and Phil wouldn’t kill them both.

He mozied his way down to the car, which Dan had kindly brought up to the front of the building. Phil had just given their room keys to the front desk and he was ready to get going. He opened the door to the passenger seat and noticed that Dan looked a lot happier. Maybe he was still hungover, but it seemed that he felt better to be behind the wheel.

“Come on, Slow Poke! The mountains are calling us!” Dan exclaimed, his hand nearly hitting the horn as he slammed it on the wheel. Phil just rolled his eyes and fastened his seat belt as he turned to Dan.

“Are you sure about this? You haven’t driven in a while, are you gonna-”

“Oh, hush. It’s like riding a bike. You never forget how to drive,” Dan said confidently as he took the car from park and began inching forward in the line of cars up front. “Put on some tunes, would ya? Cat said the Aux chord is in this thingy.”

Dan gestured to the glove compartment near Phil’s knees and he leaned forward to fish the black chord out. He plugged it into the little hole it belonged to and queued up some Muse for the long drive.

They arrived at their resort halfway through a Kanye album and Phil was secretly thanking the universe for ending it so early. He loved that Dan loved Kanye, but it wasn’t his favorite. He had promised Dan that he would stay awake the whole drive and he did, but nothing made him want to pass out more than an entire album of Kanye West.

“Oh my God!” Dan parked the car and immediately leaped out, looking at the adorable little two person cabin that sat before them. The drive to this place was gravel roads for two miles and this was the only house in sight. It was amazing. The woods were thick and the lake was beautiful. Phil’s intention was to admire the beautiful view, but instead, he admired his boyfriend’s look of wonder as he took in the sight of their home for two days. “Phil, this is exactly what I wanted!”

“Well, that’s good. Because if it wasn’t, we’d be here enjoying exactly what you didn’t want,” he said snarkily. It was only after Dan flashed him a look that Phil realized he hadn’t actually kissed his boyfriend that morning. He checked his phone for the time and he noticed that there was very little service in their area. It was still before 12:00, so he could still get his good morning kiss. He waddled over to Dan with his suitcase in hand, dropping it for the surprised boy in front of him. “It looks like the service here is some crap. I guess we’ll have to find something better to do with our time than scroll through memes, huh?”

Phil was teasing and Dan loved it but of course, he acted offended, shoving Phil a little, only to get grabbed even tighter. Phil pressed his lips to Dan and his defenses fell, kissing Phil back with the passion he craved.

They lost track of time as they kissed in the driveway and it was only when Dan sneezed that they remembered where they were.

“How about we give ourselves the grand tour?” Phil offered his hand to Dan who took it gladly and they dragged their suitcases inside the home.

After a little bit of lounging and a little bit of hammock sex, they were sitting on the dock watching the sunset and dipping their feet into the water below. Their long legs were the perfect length for their toes to reach and they felt like they were sitting in a romance movie. Phil almost said something when Dan interrupted his cheesy thought with a wince.

“Dan, are you okay?” Phil’s voice raised an octave as he turned immediately to the boy who wore a sour expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Dan clutched his side and whimpered a little, face planting into Phil’s shoulder.

“Dan!” Phil squeaked, his heart rate increasing tenfold. “Talk to me. What’s happening?”

“My-ow…” Dan struggled with his words. “My side. It really fucking-”

His own pain cut off his sentence, but that was enough for Phil. His inner hypochondriac was suddenly screaming at him and he was in no position to wait it out. Phil stood up and grabbed Dan’s shoulders, pulling him up too.

“How much does it hurt? 1-10?” Phil asked, his voice rushed and his hand beginning to shake.

“Like uh…uh…” Dan clutched his side and whimpered. “Like a 9.”

“Jesus, Dan! What did you do?”

“I don’t know!?” Dan shot back, clearly unable to focus on anything but the sharp pain in his side. Phil swallowed a lump in his throat that arrived with the feeling that this was going to end badly. He tried his hardest to remember everything they had done that day. Aside from their frolicking in the hammock, they had done nothing strenuous. But his brain was shutting down and he couldn’t focus on anything but his need to help Dan. “I need…I need to get to the…ow!”

Phil knew what Dan was asking. And he knew that Dan was serious. Dan’s pain tolerance was pretty high. Phil knew this first hand. He had spent nearly nine years with this man and there had only been a few moments where Dan insisted on getting Emergency Care. Hell, the boy had nearly blinded himself before their flight to Australia and they got on the fucking plane anyway. Dan needed to be seen and he needed to be seen now.

Phil cursed under is breath, trying to make a plan. He hobbled Dan as fast as he could back to their cabin and placed him gently on the couch where he curled up and whimpered. He clutched his side and tried his hardest to hold in tears, unsuccessfully wiping the rogue ones from his cheeks. Phil didn’t want to look at him because seeing his boyfriend in pain was one of his worst nightmares, but he didn’t want to look away because the second he did, something could happen. Phil wouldn’t be having that.

He fumbled for his phone with one hand as he rubbed circles into Dan’s back, attempting to call 999, but when his service bars blinked at him signaling there was no cell reception, his brain told him that instead of a romance movie, this was now a horror film.

“Dan…there’s no…there’s no reception! I can’t call an ambulance.” Phil’s voice shook as he tried to stay calm. What a fucking nightmare. “I don’t know what to do. What do I do?”

Dan winced when he heard that there was no chance of an ambulance. He raised his one arm and pointed at the table.

“Keys. There. You gotta-” His voice was coming out in breaths and Phil’s entire face went pale when he realized what Dan was asking.

Phil was going to have to drive about 35 miles to the nearest Urgent Care.

There was no fucking way.

“Dan…I can’t…I don’t know if I can…” Phil stumbled, his hands shaking more now. He couldn’t even picture what it would be like to try to drive in this condition. “I can’t drive you. I can’t.”

Dan shifted on the couch so that his tear filled eyes were looking up at Phil.

“Phil…you can.” He winced and took a few deep breaths. “Please. You gotta calm down and you gotta drive me. I really…ow…I really need to-”

He was cut off by a whimper and Phil got to his feet.

Fuck it.

He dived for the keys and helped his boyfriend up, crutching him over to the car. He gently placed him in the backseat where he could lay down across the seats. He slammed the car door shut and he threw himself into the driver’s seat. After starting the car (the easy part), he stilled. He could feel the car vibrating below him and his boyfriend whimpering in the back.

Driving couldn’t be that bad.

He did it in his teen years. Now he was a whole person. He could certainly do it now.

He took a deep breath and swallowed his fear. For Dan Howell.

He pulled the car into reverse and backed out slowly.

Not too bad.

He pushed the car into drive and took it slow. His hands gripped the wheel with more strength than he ever thought he possessed. He stared forward at the gravel road in front of him, cursing the car for only being able to move at a certain speed over these rocks. He wished he could teleport now more than ever, his boyfriend groaning after every little bump.

The hardest part about driving in America was that everything was flipped. He couldn’t focus when all he could think about was how in England, the driver’s seat was on the other side. That and his crying boyfriend in the back. How the hell had Dan driven all this way when everything was backwards? There was just no way.

Phil swore that he blacked out during the drive because soon they were pulling into the hospital parking lot and Phil had managed to safely get the car into a slot.

“Ph-Phil….please, help me get…ow…inside,” Dan whimpered, his hand clutching his side and his eyes nearly closed. If Phil wasn’t in a panicked state, he might admire the way Dan’s lashes fell on his cheeks when he cried. Dan Howell was beautiful, apparently, even when he was in the most pain he’d been in for a while.

Phil did as his boyfriend told him, guiding him into the building and handing him off to a nurse.

That’s when he realized he was in America. The nurse thanked him for bringing him in, but when she walked into the double doors with Dan settled in a wheelchair, she turned and told him to stay put. The two were not married and they weren’t blood-related, so Phil collapsed into a waiting room chair, letting out a breath that he didn’t remember he had been holding.

So much for a couple of romantic days in the woods.

Phil suddenly felt very cold in the face, his arms starting to tingle and his eyes grasping for something to look at. Sadly, he could only stare at the wall ahead of him, black fuzzy edges closing in on the speck he had locked onto. After trying to fight it, he realized it was too much and he let his eyes close and his world pause for a moment.

He was being gently nudged awake by a nurse when he finally opened his eyes again. It had felt like an eternity but apparently, it had only been about 40 minutes. The nurse led him back to his beloved who was sitting on a hospital bed, now happily sipping some cranberry juice from a box. His troubles seemed to be solved and his face was no longer scrunched up and wet from his tears.

“Philly!” Dan greeted, his chipper tone almost irritating after everything that had happened before Phil passed out.

“Hi, Love.” His voice was tragically hoarse, stress doing that to him sometimes. Phil walked over to his bedside and greeted the brunette with a kiss, pushing his hair back and placing his lips to his forehead for an extended period of time. The nurse looked a little taken aback and Phil cursed the world for assuming straightness. But that wasn’t a concern right now. Dan was alright and smiling, they had made it to the hospital in one piece and hopefully, the problem was solved for good. “What happened?”

Dan glanced at the nurse who nodded and opened her mouth.

“Well, after talking to Mr. Howell, we found out that he had done a little bit of drinking last night. It seems that without drinking much water, his liver was taking a while to process the alcohol intake. Mr. Howell just needed a few fluids and some time to let it pass. He will be perfectly fine,” She explained, glancing in Dan’s direction. “You should lay off of the alcohol for a few weeks, alright? I assume you don’t do this often?”

Dan shook his head, clearly a tad ashamed that he had taken such poor care of his body that night. Phil also cursed himself inside because he wasn’t keeping a close enough eye on the boy he cared about more than himself.

“So can he come home then?” Phil asked, smiling sympathetically at the boy who was smiling back at him with the smuggest of looks. Phil wished Dan could have seen how difficult it was for Phil to get behind the wheel. He honestly didn’t want to think about it though, so he just looked back at the doctor for his answer.

“Yes, he’s all set. We pumped him with fluids and he should be fine. Just take it easy,” she responded, writing something on the clipboard hanging on the bed. “I’m also prescribing these painkillers that should work beautifully. Make sure you take them every four hours.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Dan saluted, slurping the last of the cranberry juice and crushing the box in his giant hands. Phil helped Dan up and wrapped an arm around his waist for security (both for himself and for Dan), then grabbed the bag of medicine from the nurse’s hands.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Phil said, leading the boy out of the room. He seemed to be walking fine but Phil didn’t want to let go. The closer they got to the parking lot, the more from his drive he remembered.

“Phil, faster! Please! I’m…ow!!” Dan groaned from the backseat, Phil’s knuckles going white. He was navigating them through a forest that seemed to wind every twelve seconds. He hesitantly pressed on the gas pedal and the engine reved, startling him and making him swerve. “Are we almost there?”

“I’m trying, Dan. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he apologized, trying to keep his voice steady. The last thing he wanted was for Dan to think Phil wasn’t going to get him there safely. He wanted so badly to be capable but his heart was beating faster than it ever had.

“Ffffuuuuck,” Dan moaned, his voice cracking and Phil’s stomach dropping. He pushed a little harder on the pedal and held his breath as he took a tight curve. They made it, but the rumble strips screamed at him as he swerved a little.

“Phil! Phil?!” Dan waved his hand in front of his face and Phil was ripped from his terrifying memory. They were now standing next to the car they arrived in and Dan was frowning again. No, Dan. Don’t frown, Phil thought. He just wanted to see him happy. Laughing like this hadn’t happened. Like Phil hadn’t had to drive a multiple pound death machines 35 miles to save his boyfriend. “Phil, are you okay? You look like you just saw a-”

Before Dan could even finish his statement, Phil was falling backward and thank God for Dan because his head didn’t hit the concrete. Instead, Dan’s arms grabbed him and pulled him into his own self, Phil collapsing once more into the terrifying and cold darkness that was his unconscious mind.

“Phil!” Dan was kissing his cheek over and over again when Phil reawoke. This time, it didn’t feel like forever. Instead, it felt like only a blink. He couldn’t have been out for long. “Oh thank GOD!”

Dan grabbed him and wrapped his arms around Phil’s nearly shaking body as he kissed the top of his head.

“I was so worried we’d have to go back in there!” Dan joked. “That nurse was giving me shifty eyes.”

Phil usually would hit his boyfriend lightly on the arm for that joke, but Phil just gave a half smile to show his appreciation, only to then turn his face into Dan’s sleeve.

“What the hell was that, Phil? You scared the shit out of me,” Dan admitted, now fully concerned about Phil’s little fainting spell and not his own humor.

“I…I…I’m just tired,” Phil says, suddenly realizing that if he tells Dan what happened, Dan would feel bad. Even though it wasn’t technically his fault to begin with, he would feel bad that he was the cause of Phil’s little panic attack. They had spoken briefly about why Phil didn’t drive, but Phil always just said that it was because he wasn’t good at it or he “couldn’t drive in a straight line.” He never once mentioned the accident he got into and he never really figured he’d have to.

But now, as they sat in the parking lot at the American hospital, he looked into Dan’s eyes and shook his head.

“A lot happened. I’m sorry. Can we just go home?” Phil requested, his heartbeat returning slowly to the normal speed.

Dan looked at him with skeptical eyes, like he didn’t believe Phil at first, but as any good boyfriend would, he figured Phil wouldn’t lie to him and got off the ground to help him up.

“Sure thing. I’ll drive,” Dan said, grabbing the keys from Phil’s pant pocket.

“Are you sure?” Phil asked, smacking himself inside for even suggesting another option. But Dan always came first and he supposed that was the right thing to do. Luckily, Dan nodded and hopped into the driver’s side before they could even talk about it.

The drive back was silent and Phil felt bad. The guilt was eating at him. He should have told Dan. He knew it was wrong of him to pretend everything was alright. Dan wouldn’t judge him and it would probably prevent things like this happening all over again. Next time they’d be more prepared, just in case. He watched the trees go by as a passenger and decided he would tell Dan tonight once they settled in their master bedroom for the night.

Teeth were brushed, clothes were shed, a little bit of kissing ensued before Phil was holding Dan still on his chest, tracing little curlycues on his bare shoulder. Dan hummed quietly as they listened to the crickets out the wooden window, soothing both of their minds.

Phil didn’t want to break the silence but without this conversation, Phil’s guilt would eat him alive so he opened his mouth and took a deep breath. Dan seemed to sense he was going to speak, so big brown eyes met blue as he took Dan’s hand.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Phil started, hoping that would take the pressure off the bomb he was about to drop.

“Me too,” Dan admitted, as a smile stretched his cheeks. “Next time you gotta stop me when Tyler drags me anywhere. Tell him I’m allergic to hair dye or something.”

Phil chuckled.

“Okay. Can do.” Phil liked Dan’s humor. It was as if Dan was already trying to make Phil feel better, even though he didn’t know he was feeling off in the first place.

“Thanks for driving today. You honestly saved my ass,” Dan said, genuinely. Phil almost winced but he shut his eyes and nodded.

“Of course.”

“I know you don’t drive often…” Dan started, playing with Phil’s little tuft of chest hair.

“Yeah…” Phil sighed. “About that…”

Dan was silent. He focused on his finger and its movement beneath Phil’s neck.

“I should tell you why I don’t drive.”

“I know why you can’t drive,” Dan huffed, his smile spreading. “Cuz you can’t go in a straight line. Anyone who plays Mario Kart with you would know that, you Spoon.”

Phil laughed gently and ran a hand through Dan’s hair.

“That’s true,” he admitted, not trying to claim he was any good at Mario Kart. He was lucky he even won a handful of times. Especially against Dan Howell. “But there’s another reason.”

Dan looked intrigued now, his brown eyes sparkling more than usual. Maybe it was the subtle moonlight in their perfect little cabin, or maybe Dan Howell was just that perfect.

“When I was a teenager…” Phil swallowed the lump in his throat. Only his family knew about this and even then, it was only his Dad who knew exactly what happened. He didn’t ever talk about it and thinking about it made him shake. Dan needed to know, but Phil was reluctant. He paced himself and continued. “I borrowed my dad’s car to go to the shop. It was for something stupid, I don’t even remember what it was, and I had had my license for a week. My dad handed me the keys and told me that I was finally old enough to run errands for him, just like Martyn did at my age. I was so proud that I could be just like my older brother before he left for Uni, that I practically skipped to the car and started it up.”

Dan’s eyebrows were furrowed and Phil could tell he was confused as to where this was going. But Phil continued because he wasn’t going to stop now that he had begun.

“I was only 6 miles away from home when I saw a rabbit cross the road in front of me. And I had remembered my driving instructor telling me that I should never swerve for an animal unless it was a moose, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t run over the rabbit…” Phil gulped, shaming himself for loving all of Earth’s creatures. “So I swerved, right off the road and into a line of trees. My dashboard cracked and there was glass everywhere. Thank God I wasn’t hurt, nothing but a couple of scrapes, but my dad’s car was a wreck and the insurance people told me I was lucky I hadn’t died…”

Dan’s eyes had shifted from confusion to shock.

“Oh my God…” He blinked a few times. “How have I never heard this story?”

“I don’t really like to talk about it…” Phil admitted. “That was the scariest day of my life. I nearly killed myself, Dan.”

Phil didn’t want to cry. Not now. Not on vacation in this sweet little cabin. He was happy.

But that didn’t stop the tear from rolling down his cheek when he pictured his father’s disappointed face. His parents weren’t mad, but they never asked him to drive to the store again - not that Phil really wanted to anyway.

“I just really don’t like driving…” Phil said, his voice practically disappearing into his throat as they came out. Dan looked about ready to cry as well, reaching up and wiping a tear from Phil’s cheek as one threatened to roll down his.

“I’m so sorry you had to do that today,” Dan whispered, the guilt settling in. Phil knew that face when he saw it. Especially on Dan’s gorgeous features.

“It’s okay. Just…” Phil sighed. “No more driving.”

“No more driving,” Dan confirmed, his hand reaching up to pet Phil’s damp cheek. “I’ll drive us back tomorrow night and we’ll pretend none of this happened, alright?”

Phil nodded a little, settling himself into a comfortable position, wrapped in Dan’s arms and legs.

“I love you, Dan,” Phil said softly, his heartbeat thumping where Dan could hear it on his chest.

“I love you too, Philly.” Dan’s sleepy voice always gave Phil the chills, his arms involuntarily tightening around his boyfriend. “I’m so proud of you.”

Phil hadn’t expected to hear that.

“You saved me today, Phil. Thank you.” Dan said as he was falling into a half-sleep state. Phil smiled. It was nice to know that Dan thought these things, even when he wasn’t even paying attention. It didn’t matter that Dan had drunken a little too much or that he had messed with his liver’s chemistry. It didn’t matter that he would have been just fine with a little water in his system. It didn’t matter that Dan’s problem wasn’t even technically an emergency. Dan still claimed that he had saved him, and that was what Phil lived for.

Maybe it was because he was afraid to cause any creature harm, but he would do anything for Dan Howell. Even if that meant confronting his biggest fear. He closed his eyes and listened to his perfectly healthy boyfriend as he drifted off to sleep, thanking the universe that he had saved another creature and lived to tell the tale.

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Wendy 2

Jerome Valeska x OC

Warnings: nada

Chapter 1

The sound of buttons clicking against the faux wood floor sounded again and again as Wendy stood at the white dresser she’d had since she was seven. It had tiny drawings of princesses, Shrek, and anything she had been into as a child. It also had crude stickers and tiny engraved messages, those were more recent. She had been digging through her clothes for almost an hour, unable to settle on an outfit. Of course, she knew she shouldn’t have been stressing so much, after all it was only an outing to the circus with her uncle. But this tiny nagging voice in the back of her head kept voicing her insecurities. What if someone she knew was there? What if they saw her in her old GCPD summer camp T-Shirt and she lost her bad bitch reputation? She had an image to protect, after all. So she stood in the middle of her and Micaela’s shared bedroom, a pair of old underwear that had seen more horrors than a war veteran, fishnet stockings, mismatched socks, and two different bras on. After throwing another shirt on the floor she grunted in frustration, falling to the floor and glaring at the pile of clothes as if it was their fault she wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

“Joe!” she shouted suddenly, turning her head up in hopes that the sound would travel more. “Joe can you dress me please! I don’t have anything to wear!” Joanne came in already laughing.

“That is ridiculous, the only thing you spend money on is clothes, how can you not have anything to wear?” Wendy stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“You sound like mom.” she mocked, kicking a pair of ripped jeans. Joanne didn’t spare her a second thought, twirling the eyeshadow brush she had in her hands and pushing off the wall to go back to her own room. When trying to settle on who got their own room the girls had decided to wrestle. They were young and arrogant (more than they are now) and thought they could beat Joanne, who was built more like a dodgeball than a six year old at the time. She had sat on eight year old Wendy and held little toddler Micaela in a headlock and now she had her own room. Wendy huffed, but accepted that she was on her own. Micaela has been knocked out since she came home the night before and no amount of noise would wake her. Wendy stood and cracked her neck, she put in her battered Peter Pan VHS and looked back to the pile of clothes. “Do your worst.” she told the inanimate pile of cloth threateningly. As she once again picked through the pile of clothes Peter Pan was telling Wendy how to get to Neverland. She hummed happily as the smiling face of the red headed boy floated into her head. Peter Pan. She released an audible scoff at the thought, but as the Disney movie continued in the background her thoughts kept returning to him. She frowned and shook her head when his hazel eyes stubbornly refused to flee her head. She hadn’t been like this over a boy since… Well, since Peter Pan. The real Peter Pan. Wendy remembered being entranced by the red headed lost boy when she was younger. She used to pause the movie and reach up to the screen, trying to reach through to touch him. She couldn’t, obviously. She had never felt Peter Pan’s hair, she had only felt static tingling against her fingers. She had felt his hair, though.The fake Peter Pan. When he kissed her in her van, her fingers had been tangled in his copper hair, using it to push him closer to her, always wanting more of him. More of his touches, more of his quips, more of his tongue. Wendy was startled from her daydream by Micaela stirring in her sleep, rolling over onto her back and snorting before falling still again. Wendy focused once more on finding an outfit, reaching for a pair of boots and pulling them over her mismatched socks.

Soon Jim was at their door, exchanging pleasantries with Wendy’s mother, who had to pick up the graveyard shift at the GCPD and would unfortunately be missing the circus.

“Uncle J.” Wendy greeted awkwardly, giving him a loose hug. “Sorry I missed you the other night, traffic was crazy.” Jim grinned and ruffled the girl’s already messy hair.

“That’s alright Windex, I’m seeing you now, aren’t I?” she nodded, pulling her father’s jacket closser around herself when her uncle opened the door for her, bracing herself against the chilly Gotham air. Wearing a dress had been a bad idea. She sighed remorsefully at this realization, trying to tug the red fabric down to cover more of her thighs.

“Wendy? Oh my God! You look so cute!”

“Hi Lee.” Wendy waved to her uncle’s girlfriend with a tight smile. Lee quickly wrapped her arms around the teenager, giving her a warmer hug than Wendy had given her uncle. Wendy had never been very close with Jim, he reminded her too much of her father, looking at him was like looking at her dad, or what he would have looked like if he were still alive. It wasn’t that she felt sad or anything, though Wendy was a sentimental person she tended to become attached to memories more than to people. It was more like jealousy that she felt toward Jim. Wendy wanted to have known her father as much as Jim did, she wished she could have built a stronger relationship to the man who was responsible for half of her DNA before he died. All she had of her dead dad were a couple trinkets, Jim had his face.

“Where are your sisters?” Lee looked up at their tiny subdivision, searching the upstairs windows for either of Wendy’s sisters.

“Honestly? They’re probably taking a few hits of Mikey’s joint.” Lee was unphased by Wendy’s bluntness, only watching the stairs to see when the girls would appear. They did, wide grins and bloodshot eyes proving that Wendy was right. Joe had worn her wire framed glasses in an effort to hide the redness of her eyes, but they weren’t doing much for the smell.

“You girls ready to go?” Wendy nodded to her uncle, sliding into the back of his cop car first. This wasn’t the first time Wendy had been in a cop car, even though she had never before been in Jim’s car.

“Ah, feels like home.” Micaela said mockingly, leaning her head back against the middle seat and making herself completely at home.

“Have you been arrested Mikey?” Lee asked, maternal concern spreading over her face.

“Only by my mom.” Micaela answered, picking lint off of her jeans. “They always call her first, ask if they should arrest me or let me off with a warning, she always makes sure I get the maximum sentence.” yes, Danielle Gomez-Gordon was nothing if not a stickler for the rules. She was ashamed that her daughters would do anything to contribute to the chaos Gotham was already filled with, but that didn’t stop Mikey from selling weed, and it didn’t stop Wendy from bring a can of spray paint wherever she went. If anything, having a cop mom made them want to do more, because they weren’t afraid of it, they had been to the GCPD since they were kids and spending the night in one of it’s cells felt like home. The cops would bring them pity doughnuts, they would even let them use the regular bathroom (against Detective GG’s orders).

“That’s ‘cause you’re her baby Mikey! She wants you to grow up to be a good citizen!” Joe had never been arrested. She found that she liked to rebel in other aspects of her life, namely her pants. Micaela rolled her eyes and sunk down in her seat, elbowing Joe once she was low enough. The pair began to squabble, each trying to sink their nails in the other’s scalp. Jim and Lee laughed from the front seat, cuddling up to each other and being disgustingly happy. It made Wendy smile, though. Theirs was a relationship you couldn’t help but smile at, they were ooey, gooey, and completely head over heels for each other.

“Kay, you ready girls?” Lee still had that maternal look on her face. Maybe it was part of being a Doctor, always wanting to take care of people. Like it was somehow your duty to help people un-fuck what they fucked up. The group wandered through the circus for a while, each choosing a tooth achingly sweet carnival food, save Jim, who got a corndog. The show went by in a flash. A mix of jarring music and colors, “bathroom breaks” that were excuses to smoke a cigarette behind the main tent, flirting with stage hands, and saying “Yeah that was hilarious Uncle J!” with a straight face.

“So, what’d you think?” Mikey asked, popping her bubble gum and digging her shoe in the dirt.

“It was pretty great until that clown started beating up the trapeze artists.” Joe frowned, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the memory of the clown coming out.

“Really? I honestly thought that was when the show hit its’ climax.” Wendy countered, grinning when Joe rolled her eyes.

“Wanna explore?” Micaela asked, losing interest in the conversation as soon as Joe opened her mouth to argue that violence is never funny. The brunette didn’t wait for an answer as she went to go wander through the animal cages. Wendy watched as she popped another bubble and flipped off a tiger that was trying to reach her through the bars of its cage. Mikey stepped closer and skipped away with a wide smile, then repeated. That would keep her entertained for a while.

“Let’s go find those trapeze artists.” Joe said, eyes glimmering with excitement as she reached for Wendy’s sleeve, already well on her way out of the circle of cops. Wendy dodged Joanne’s hand.

“I don’t really wanna watch you suck some rando’s dick, Joe.” Wendy raised her hands and backed away from her younger sister apologetically.

“What are you gonna do instead, Wendy? Graffiti a picture of me sucking some rando’s dick on a tent?” Wendy grinned maliciously and reached into her tote, pulling a red can out and spinning it in the air.

“Maybe.” Joanne’s eyes widened, she placed her fists against her hips firmly, brows knitting together angrily.

“Wendy Gabriela Gordon, you’d better not!” Joe yelled to Wendy’s retreating form. Wendy rolled her eyes and spun on her heel.

“Don’t be a…” she mimed a square to finish her sentence, shaking her bottle and turning back toward the now desolate circus. Wendy wasn’t actually going to paint anything, the poor people working at this place had enough shit to deal with without having to clean up some teenager’s shitty art. She slipped the can back into her tote once she was far enough away from Joe so her sister wouldn’t see and think maybe Wendy was “responsible”, or “matured”. She shoved her ice cold hands into the pockets of her jacket. The stars were different outside the city, in that there were more. Gotham’s light pollution was something to fear and it had never been more obvious to her than that moment. Wandering past candy cane striped tents, nothing but the occasional grunt of a working man to disturb her silence. Her neck was craned to the point where it ached, but she couldn’t be bothered enough to care as she tried to pick constellations out of the shining mess that hung above her. “Hey look, Leo.” she said, pleased that she found one, she pointed it out to no one, because there was no one there. Smiling at the stars and imaging she was a cartographer, hundreds of years ago. Sailing through the sea with nothing but the stars to guide her. Yeah sure, she only knew five constellations, but she thought she could probably figure it out.

“Where?” she squealed, almost dropping her bag at the sudden intrusion. She stumbled away from where she had heard the voice, turning around with raised fists (you can never be too careful in Gotham). She was even more shocked by what she saw.

“Peter?! What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” she reached to slap the boy, who’s amusement was starting to piss her off. He ducked his head and her hand hit his arm.

“Wendy! Wendy- darlin’, calm down!” he was bursting with giggles when she finally ceased her assault.

“What are you doing here?” she said, as she spoke you could hear the anger leaving her voice and by the time she closed her mouth she had calmed down. His eyebrows raised, looking around as if he had forgotten where he was.

“I should be asking you that question, doll face! I live here!”

“Oh, my uncle brought me.” she informed him, shifting her feet awkwardly. He looked at her expectantly, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. “What?” she snapped.

“Where’s Leo?” he repeated his question from before.

“Oh, uhm, c’mere.” she commanded, tugging him over so their sides were pressed together. Her hand shot out to point to where she had been staring before. “There, see?” he frowned at the bunch of stars she had pointed out.

“Is that supposed to be a lion?” she grinned at his abrasiveness. He looked so upset at the sky. “That doesn’t look anything like a lion!” Wendy rolled her eyes and pulled him close again.

“You have to use your imagination dummy, see? That’s his tail, and that’s his head.”

“I still can’t see it.” he admitted.

“It’s easier to see when you’re laying down, plus your neck doesn’t feel like shit.” she informed him, releasing her grip on his arm reluctantly. She looked up to him to find him already looking at her.

“I mean… I do have a place.” her heart skipped a beat, fluttering in her chest rapidly when she looked at the hand he was offering to her.

“Does it have a roof?” she slipped her hand into his and he beamed.

“It has more than that, babydoll.” she raised her eyebrows at his suggestion.

“A door…?” he giggled maniacally.

“Oh! You are just too much fun!” Wendy placed her other hand on his and he lead her through the circus to a trailer park. “Ta-da! Home sweet home.” he patted his trailer lovingly. It advertised a snake charmer, her hooded eyes staring down anyone daring enough to visit her trailer.

“Is that supposed to be you? Gotta say, you really glowed up.” he leaned against the trailer and shrugged humbly.

“Must be all the greens I eat, ma always told me if I had enough of them I would grow up to be strong and handsome.” Wendy smiled and followed him up the steps of the trailer.

“Well I gotta say stranger, it’s working.” he frowned at her name for him, but before he could complain Wendy was hoisting herself onto the roof. Her fingers burned from rubbing against the sheet metal as she pulled herself up but she brushed them off on her pants and pretended not to care. “You need help getting up?” she called over her shoulder. She was answered by a thump and a “no” grunted through gritted teeth. Peter stomped over to her and lay next to her.

“Show me more.” he demanded like a child asking for another bedtime story. She smiled and searched the stars for another constellation she recognized.

“Ah! There! That’s Orion’s belt.” she grinned up at the three stars, turning to Peter, wanting to see his reaction to the stars. He wasn’t looking at the stars, when she rolled her head over she immediately met his eyes. It was like striking a match inside her stomach, when her eyes met his she could practically feel the sparks that flew. “Sometimes…” she broke their eye contact, looking back up to the stars, eyes wide with wonder. “Sometimes I wish I could turn off all of Gotham’s lights so I could see all the stars.”

“I’ll do it.” he spoke with fierce determination. She laughed, boys so often made her empty promises it was the only reaction she had left. “I’m serious.” Wendy searched his eyes for amusement, any hint that he was joking around. When she found none she smiled at him, a challenge in her eyes.

“How?” he smiled, seeing that she believed him.

“See that, over there?” he took her elbow in one of his hands, pulling her so her back was resting against his chest as he pointed to Gotham city, specifically the generator that powered basically the entire city. “Ka-poosh!” she laughed when he mimed an explosion with his hand.

“You’re gonna become an arsonist to impress a girl you barely know?” she asked sarcastically, turning to meet his eyes. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and she prayed he hadn’t noticed, but how could he not when their faces were inches apart. He was so close she could feel his breath on her when he scoffed.

“I’m already an arsonist, darlin’, impressing pretty girls is just a bonus.” she let her eyes wander down his face unashamedly. Going from his hazel eyes to the scattering of freckles over his nose, looking for shapes among them like she had the sky. To his lips, which were still split open in a self-satisfied grin that she wanted to wipe off him, to the unshaven orange scruff growing on his chin, and back to his lips.

“Pretty, huh?” when he hummed her entire body vibrated along with his chest, making her breath catch in her lungs.

“Yeah, you’re right, pretty doesn’t even begin to describe you darlin’.” she grinned mischievously, her eyes meeting his again.

“Is this the part where you tell me you find me ridiculously annoying and/or pretentious? I’ve had that happen before.” he shook his head and it was his turn to examine all her features. She watched his eyes drift from her own eyes, which were still examining him like it was the first time she was seeing him, drinking in all the ways his face would contort with his emotions. His eyes drifted to her nose and her own smattering of freckles, to her heart shaped mouth, then to the piercings decorating her ears, and back to her eyes.

“Nah, it’s the part where I tell you you’re fucking gorgeous… and annoying and pretentious.” she grinned at his quip, taking her hand up to trace circles on the inside of his wrist.

“Are you gonna kiss me or should I find another circus boy?” he frowned at her, insult making his eyebrows draw together.

“I was getting to that! Hold your horses.” she was mid laugh when his lips connected with hers, his mouth taking the tinkling giggles from the air and claiming them as his own. It wasn’t so funny anymore when he pushed her onto her back, twisting around her body so the teenagers were aligned. His hands were gripping the sides of her neck, tracing gentle circles on the hinge of her jaw, his thighs on either side of her legs, which she was grateful for because it hid the fact that her babydoll dress had ridden up past her underwear. Her hands grasped the fabric around his waist desperately, clawing at him to bring him closer. He’s so skinny, she thought when she pressed her palms against his stomach and felt his ribs poking out from underneath his skin. His lips were like fire spreading over her body, lighting her skin up like a beacon into the night.

“Hey,” she said, separating from him with a series of quick pants and gasps. “you have a bed?” he looked almost surprised, still reeling from their kiss. Though that dazed confusion quickly warped into a predatory grin.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” he reached out his hand to help her up and the pair descended down the side of his trailer. As Wendy was climbing down her still shaking fingers gave in. She squealed and darted out all her limbs in a blind search for something to hold her up. In that search she caught herself on the roof again, and she accidentally kicked a hole through the woman’s eye.

“Shit!” she yelped “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I was falling, and-” she was cut off by Peter Pan laughing wildly as he stared at the hole she had kicked in. “You’re not mad?” he managed to get a ‘no’ out in between his gut rolling laughter. She laughed a little in relief, releasing a breath and feeling herself relax. “Thank God, that would’ve been a total mood killer.” he grinned, finally calming his breaths, though when he took her hand he was still releasing little chuckles.

“You can kick her more if you want.” he offered. She rolled her eyes and began to follow after him as he led her into his trailer.

“As much as I love damaging things I’m not gonna ruin your wall, Peter.” he paused in the hallway leading from his kitchenette to what looked like a living room/bedroom. She looked at him in the dim light from the circus outside curiously.

“Uh, Jerome.” he said sheepishly. “You should probably know my real name.” she laughed and drew closer to him.

“You have a last name, Jerome?” his eyes darkened when she pressed herself against him, looking up to him with that spark of mischief that he had come to recognize as purely her’s.

“Yeah, why? Are you planning on calling out my full name?” she shrugged.

“No, I just need more information for when I stalk you later.” he grinned down at her, face lighting up with pure joy, though his eyes were still dark.

“Valeska, can’t have you stalking the wrong Jerome.” she grinned and shook her head, pushing him backward into the futon impatiently.

“Nope.” she said before straddling his thighs, resting her hands in the crook between his neck and shoulders as she claimed his mouth. His fingers replicated the circles he had been drawing on her jaw before but up and down her thighs. Wendy separated from him with a little pop, reaching for the hem for his shirt and tugging on it to silently command him to remove it. He did, tugging the dark grey cotton above his head, before doing the same with her dress. She shivered as his hands traced the length of her torso, dipping down to his neck as soon as her hands were out of the red sleeves. Jerome gasped as her lips trailed fleeting butterfly kisses down his neck, stopping to suck where her hands hand been before.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asked quietly, as if he were afraid his voice would shatter her. His arms trailed from her thighs to loop around her, pressing her closer to him. “So gorgeous.” she smiled against his skin at the sincerity in his words.

“Aw thanks Valeska.” he grinned at her, reaching behind her and fumbling blindly with the clasp of her bra. She was about to reach to help him when there was an abrupt knocking at the door. She frowned and quirked her eyebrows in question to Jerome, both sat still, debating if whatever was on the other side was worth stopping what they were doing. The knock came again and Wendy froze when she recognized the voice demanded the opening of his door as her uncle’s.

“Shit.” they both said.

“Okay, fuck, can I go out the window?” Jerome frowned as she scrambled to put on her dress.

“Why? Are the police after you?” she laughed sarcastically.

“No, but I am related to two of them.” his eyebrows flew up, lips falling into a little ‘o’.

“Yeah, fuck, you can go out the window.” he said, snatching his shirt from the floor and hurrying to help her push the jammed window up. She paused when she had one leg out the window, looking at him with regret.

“So, will I see you again?” he grinned and pulled his shirt down all the way. He took her lips in a gentle kiss that ended far too soon.

“Oh Wendy, darling, I’ll just fly to your window.” she frowned at the non committal answer. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll find you before you leave, meet me at the carousel.” she nodded, giving his cheek a quick peck before swinging her other leg through the tiny hole and trying her best to land softly on the ground.

Carousel, carousel… where the fuck is the carousel?

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“Wendy!” his boyish voice shouted excitedly. “Wendy, where are you?” he called, wiping his fake tears away as he continued to search for a flash of her black curls, or hear the sadistic tinkling laughter he had come to love. He frowned at the carousel, hope of finding the girl vanishing. His shoulders slumped and he felt blind rage overtake him. “Fuck!” he yelled to no one, tossing his head back to stare at the same stars they had been looking at not two hours ago. He had barely managed to escape from Detective Gordon to see her, he felt the familiar prickle of real tears put pressure on his eyes. He wouldn’t actually cry, obviously. He hadn’t cried in years and he wasn’t about to start again, but the frustration and anger were building inside him beyond what he could handle. Jerome looked back to the carousel, almost hoping to see her, he didn’t. “What…?” he trailed off, seeing red liquid dripping down a purple horse’s leg. He approached slowly to investigate, curiosity overtaking him as he hurried over to the horse.

PETER PAN, CALL ME

He grinned wide, writing the number scrawled under her message on his arm. “Looks like I don’t have to fly to your window Wendy.” he muttered softly to himself, heart thumping in his chest in anticipation. He tugged his sleeve over his arm protectively and wandered back to Detective Gordon, an excuse for his absence already prepared as he made his eyes well up with tears again, even giving a heaving sob for good measure.

Chapter 3

MASTERLIST

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #fanfiction #gotham #gotham fanficion #teens in angst #peter pan #oc #jim gordon #cameron monaghan

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