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recreancyrpg · 2 years

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Under the cut, you will find the sample application for Admin Karli’s role of James Potter. This sample is just a guideline for where to start - don’t feel as though you have to follow it for your own application. Just do whatever feels right to you and don’t hesitate to ask any questions or check out our application tips.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Karli (she/her)

AGE: 31

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: The once a week minimum activity requirement won’t be difficult for me, especially with summer coming up. I work in mental health in education, so I’m about to go on summer break, which is why I made this rp during this time!

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A - bring it on, baby!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: James Charlus Potter

AGE: 24

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, Heteroflexible. So far, James has only dated woman, but now without a partner he’s attached to, who knows what’ll happen? He’s comfortable with giving affection - no toxic masculinity here as he hugs his friends and can be found cuddling them even when they’d rather push him off. While there’s been nothing romantic about it yet, James might be more flexible than he lets on. However, he’s also got stupid straight boy vibes, so he might just be hopeless.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: Nothing, I wrote it!

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

The first thing people often notice about James is that he’s extremely outgoing. He’s often at the center of attention - laughing with people, joking around, enjoying those eyes on him. What people notice less are the moments where he shies away from that - slinks off with his friends to do something he actually cares about. James is really good at staying positive. He’s friendly and charming and a lot of people like him - but there’s only a handful of people he can truly be vulnerable around. Without the Marauders, he likely would’ve grown up with a lot of “friends” but not really any friends. He’s an extrovert-introvert - people only see the one side of him because that’s the side he shows, but he really gains his energy from being around his people. It’s rare for him to truly let someone in but, when he does, they might be surprised to learn what they do about him.

He’s loyal - almost to a fault. Extremely biased towards the people he loves, it’s hard for James to see their faults. This leads him to being overly forgiving to his friends - something he’d done for Sirius after the prank in school, not realizing how hurt he must’ve made Remus feel at minimizing Sirius’ behavior. In canon, James’ trust leads to his and Lily’s demise. Convinced that none of his friends could be the spy, he dies for it - and he’ll very likely have problems within this set-up as well. While others are convinced there’s a spy, James has a hard time believing any of them (except maybe fucking Snivellus) would be that. And he definitely doesn’t think it’s any of his friends. He doesn’t understand why either Sirius or Remus would blame one another - they’re the Marauders! He can be too trusting in that way.

James can be naïve. He doesn’t understand his own privilege, while also relying on that privilege. Because of this, he didn’t listen when Lily said he had something to worry about with dating her. He’d thought it would be fine because he said so. His blood status kept him safe and therefore he wasn’t ready for it when he was captured.

James is confident, oftentimes nearing arrogance. Having grown up with his expectations and wants met, he assumes he just knows what will happen next. He loves fiercely - holds on tight. It’s sometimes hard for him to let go of something he should let go of. An emotional person, he often wears his heart on his sleeve. This doesn’t make him the best dueler, as he tends to give away his next move to his opponent, but it makes him a good friend. It can also hurt him - when he’s struggling, it’s bad. It takes a lot to make James just shut down, but when he’s sad, it’s easy to tell. Sometimes, his emotions make him impulsive and reckless.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

(Note: I do not follow the guidelines of Pottermore’s backstory for James or his family.)

Charlus and Akari Potter met late in life, long after Charlus’ years as an eligible bachelor were over. He’d given up, at that point, hopes of finding a suitable wife and had poured himself into his work at the Ministry of Magic’s Department of International Magical Cooperation. He’d met Akari during his work in Japan, her upbringing far from his own, and had fallen in love with her. They were old enough, they’d thought, and decided not to wait. Married within just a few short months, Charlus had taken her back to England with him to live at the Potter Estate, tearing her away from her country, her entire family, and all she’d ever known. With him working and her at home, it wasn’t long before their first – and only – son was born. It had been a hard pregnancy due to Akari’s age and the healer recommended against trying for a second. It did not matter to either of them – James was enough. A pureblood son who was brilliant and charming and handsome rolled into one.

James had a rather lonely childhood, however. Living without close neighbors and with all of his parents’ friends having kids much older than him, James found ways to pass the time on his own. His mother taught him from home, where he learned the basics, such as how to read, write, and do arithmetic, along with an introduction to magic. She had a spirituality about her that came from a long line of her family back home. She told him about Japanese mythology - how the Gods in the stories valued empathy and emotions, leading to a life where one understands that they are part of an interdependent society. She’d talked of a different sort of importance rather blood status – and his father agreed. Or he’d said he did. It was the more polite thing to do, of course. Prejudices were less becoming in more recent days – what with new laws and rights for muggleborns. Back in Charlus’ day, Hogwarts had barely allowed them into the school, after all. But Charlus could not understand what the whole fuss was about. There had already been changes in the world – why were some groups calling for more?

As James grew older and gained insight from peers, he started to create his own sense of right and wrong. Still, it was hard to see his parents’ faults, especially the father whom he looked up to so much. It’s why he could ignore the subtle look of concern on Charlus’ face when James brought home Lily for the first time after graduation. It was hard for him to believe that his dad might think like some of the people James was fighting against - even if he wasn’t acting on it. Prejudice was hard to combat. The blinders he had towards his father’s own prejudices - though subtle, unintentional - didn’t come down all at once, but rather more slowly. Not even after Charlus’ death (old age and disease didn’t go hand-in-hand), and then Akari following close behind, could truly break it down.

For his own part, the only inkling of prejudice James has really experienced was meeting Lily’s sister and brother-in-law back when they were still together and things were still good. Vernon had stared at James with narrowed eyes, asking him just what he was. Confused, James had answered human, not realizing that the man was talking about his race in a very bigoted way. It was the first time he’d even felt a fraction of what Lily had felt.

It wasn’t until James was trapped in that dungeon below some Death Eater’s house (he’s still not sure where he was being held) that he really examined what led him to get to that point. With nothing but time, James had reflected on the numerous overheard comments about him and Lily - his father’s friends often saying James was just in a phase or commenting on how young wizards often experiment before the real thing. It forced him to consider that maybe his father himself hadn’t been as perfect as he’d thought - that the world was full of prejudices that he wasn’t even aware of. Now that James is out of captivity, he understands things more than ever before, but that doesn’t mean the subtle messages he grew up with aren’t still swimming around in his unintentional actions.

OCCUPATION:

James is unemployed - or, as he’d call it, a full-time Order member. When his father died, he inherited the vault at Gringotts and it’s enough money to keep himself - and sometimes Remus or other people he cares about - living comfortably. He would prefer to devote himself to the cause, rather than sit at some stuffy job he could care less about. He has no idea what he wants to do after the war (if he makes it; he’s more aware of his own mortality than ever before now) and figures he’ll just cross that bridge when it happens.

LIVING SITUATION:

James lives in a cottage at Godric’s Hollow. When he’d “died,” his family’s estate had been sold off and the money was placed in his vault at Gringotts since there was no one else that had been established as benefactor. But his family had another location - a smaller, less expensive place in one of the Wizarding World’s hidey holes.

Since he’d been sharing a flat with Lily before his disappearance, he’d said fuck it when she’d broken up with him and moved out, letting her do whatever she wanted with the place. Godric’s Hollow was already there. Good enough for him. It’s scarcely decorated - definitely a bachelor’s pad - but he could care less.

While it’s technically his “home base” of sorts, James rarely spends much time there. He’d never admit it out loud, but being alone feels scary since getting back from captivity. He’d prefer to be where people are - and, more often than not, finds himself crashing on random couches of Order members, despite having enough money to really buy whatever he wanted.

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX:

Before his disappearance, James was on the up and up of leadership within the Order. He wasn’t the best dueler of everyone, but he was good - especially when fighting next to Sirius. That wasn’t why James had gotten the responsibility to lead missions, however. The older Order members had recognized his ability to bring people together like no one else. Just look at his friends, they’d said. Without James, they would’ve all been floundering, people who might have not belonged anywhere.

James found strength in rallying members, keeping things positive. His surety made people feel reassured, helped them fight better or agree to things they might’ve not before. He knew they were doing the right thing here - he knew the Order would come out on top, even when things weren’t going well. That confidence helped others sink just a little less, made them more hopeful, and that was just as important as the ability to fight on a battlefield.

Even now, after his return, he truly believes in the Order. While he might not have joined strictly for the cause, he does believe in it - and that desire to stop Voldemort has become stronger than ever as he barely made it back alive. The problem is that, now that he’s back, he no longer really has a place. Where he’d once been a leader, others have taken over - Peter, for instance, where the hell did that come from? - and the older members who had once trusted in James are worried that he’s actually on the brink of breaking. He doesn’t know how to prove to them that he’s fine - he’s ready for more - because there are some days where maybe he doesn’t feel fine at all.

RELATIONSHIPS:

(I’m writing these off the basis of the bios, but anything can be changed with player portrayals, ideas, and through plotting. This is just a basis to start!)

Before his capture, his closest relationships had been with Lily Evans, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. Lily and him had been fighting, sure - with Lily worrying about their blood status difference and what it might do to him - but nothing they couldn’t work out, James was sure of it. But now, with her digging her feet in on those feelings and going as far to break up with him, it’s much more complicated than that. He still loves her, but he also hates her, and those two things are ever contradicting. His broken heart sometimes leads to him doing stupid shit or saying mean things, but he’d also like her to come to her senses and just be with him again.

At least he still has Sirius. His best friend is ever loyal (there’s a reason his animagus form is a dog) and, while things are going well between him and James, it’s still not the same without the others. Sirius and him always had a bit of different relationship than James had with Remus or Peter - and, since Sirius is always there for him, it still feels solid. But Sirius is also slipping into a place where James can’t follow and he’s taking Lily with him. James will never understand this Dark Magic thing. After all, it’s the same magic that had tortured him for months!

As for Remus and Peter, he’s not angry with them the way Sirius is. But James had unintentionally chosen a side anyway by spending the most time with Sirius. He doesn’t mean to - he still loves Remus and Peter - but he’d come back to this mess! Peter is suddenly busier than ever, while Remus is retreating into his shell. James, who had acted as the glue once upon a time, has no idea how to get them back as a unit.

The Marauders aren’t the only group in his life anymore. Going through torture brings people together and he finds himself sticking with the four other captives more than he’d planned. They understand that things are so different now. He knows the way they sound when they cry or scream or even take a shit, for Merlin’s sake. There’s not much they can’t share anymore. Gideon had been the stable one - the oldest, the calmest, the voice of reason - while James had taken up the role of determined dolt. The hot head who would offer himself up in someone else’s place whenever he could, goad the Death Eater’s into choosing him by making fun of them. Marlene had been the smartest of the group - she’d given them all advice on what to say, how to handle their torture sessions, how to not sink into their own minds. And Emmeline - poor Emme, who had only been in the Order a few short months before being taken. James knows what people say about her - that she’s weak, broken - but fuck all if they think he won’t hex them if he hears them say something about Emmeline to his face. She’s stronger than she looks - she’d survived, after all.

Not everyone understands James, of course. Lily’s people have chosen a side. James always got along with Dorcas Meadowes back when Lily and him were together - and it’s not like they don’t like one another anymore - but Dorcas is definitely Lily’s friend and it shows. And apparently another friend has returned, too. Suspiciously timed, Severus Snape joined the Order shortly after James “died.” James knows exactly what Snivellus is doing - can see right through him, even if others can’t.

There’s also Dirk Cresswell, who James doesn’t know very well, but who had apparently watched Benjy Fenwick die while on search for James - who can’t look James in the eye for some odd reason. James doesn’t know what to make of it all, but Dirk seems like an alright guy. And Caradoc Dearborn, who looks at James as though he’s an idiot, but also is the owner of the best pub in the Wizarding World. Caradoc is one of the members making the decisions, so maybe it would be in James’ best interest to prove Caradoc wrong about him.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

While I have a special place in my heart for James/Lily, I ultimately ship chemistry. This is war and things are stressful and strained - and James and Lily aren’t even together. I’m seriously open to explore whatever feels realistic and right in that moment. James is a free agent right now and I wouldn’t be surprised if he buries himself in someone else, if only to forget about the horrors of his torture and the war as a whole. It could also mean James never finds someone else. I’m here to explore all types of relationships, so I’m not really fussed about the shipping. I just want to see what happens!

INTERPERSONAL STRUGGLES:

James isn’t James Freaking Potter anymore, but that’s who he’s used to being. People view him differently after his disappearance and he doesn’t know how to make of it. His goal was to get back - and he didn’t really think about what he’d do if things changed after doing so. He hadn’t expected things to be so different. For him to be so different. He’s trying to be the same person he’s always been - and sometimes it’s easy, while other times it feels really fake.

Without leadership in the Order, he doesn’t know what else to do. He doesn’t have a job - or even a girlfriend or a solid friend group anymore - so the added time he has isn’t good for him. He’s always trying to jump in to help whenever he can, getting angry when people don’t trust him like he used to.

I’m open to James fucking up - for him to making mistakes that hurt others, either physically because of something wrong he does in battle, or emotionally because of something he says. His temper is shorter now than it used to be and he’s pushing any feeling he had about his disappearance to the wayside. If he says he’s okay, then it’ll be easier to actually be okay, right?

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

I made it so that’s what brought me here! What I’m most looking forward to is that exploration of nothing being black or white. Without having the Death Eaters being playable (outside of the spies), there can’t just be a simple “these are the bad guys, these are the good.” I want to see some interpersonal conflicts - especially with James, who is suddenly returned after “dying” and has no idea where he fits. I’m also really looking forward to doing realistic war-related things… such as character injuries, deaths, being taken into questioning, missions, you name it!

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL): N/A. I have plot drop ideas, but I will be saving that for admins duties and official plotlines.

ANYTHING ELSE? Nothing!

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bondsmagii · 2 years

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Asking for pronouns is like, an increasingly normal thing around where I am. But it wasn't where I grew up, at least not 5+ years ago. So I arrive at uni, an excited little first year ready to participate in the Orientation Week events (sometimes called Frosh). My Frosh leader sits us down and starts introductions, making us all go around the circle asking the person next to us their name and pronouns. First time in my life I heard of people just. Asking.

Course I was 17 and had only recently realized I'm agender. I was using they/them pronouns online, but hadn't told anyone irl.

So I was suddenly faced with a real, live human person asking me to my face for my pronouns. And I hesitated far too long. I had to choose whether to lie or to say something I'd never said outloud before! It was very anxiety-inducing

(Tbh though I think having to make that decision like a thousand times that week was the thing that really solidified that I do prefer they/them.)

Nowadays, I always just introduce myself and say my pronouns off the bat and hope that it encourages anyone comfortable with it to share theirs too. Most folks do. I'd rather do that than give anyone that little panic attack I had back then lol

oof that's crazy that you had to make a split second on the spot decision like that but I'm glad you found affirmation in it! that must have been so stressful in the moment lol. if they do that just as part of regular introductions there though I'm sure you're not the only person who has hesitated though, so I'm sure you're in good company.

I do think it would be a lot easier for everyone if this was more normalised tbh; I'm also a big fan of those pronoun roles on Discord servers. I think those are so useful, like you just declare your pronouns when you join and then you get a little flair that can be seen when people click on your name, so people can make sure they're getting it right or newcomers can just see everyone's pronouns straight away. it's definitely a lot easier to do this kind of thing online.

unfortunately I think that a lot of people irl just aren't ready for this kind of thing yet, as some people can get genuinely offended by being asked. they're kind of like "well, what do I look like to you?" and it's sort of like well yeah, you do look a certain way, but it's rude to always assume and also if everyone is being asked aside from the apparently obviously cis people, it kind of feels like the cis people are being regarded as "normal" and everyone else as deviant, which is :/. I get that cis = most common, but I have never subscribed to the assumption that most common = normal, and I don't really respect people who equate the two.

#anon #asks

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shadowedmoonlight · 3 years

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3 Times Virgil Came Out to Others + 1 Time Someone Came Out to Him

I am aware that I am a few hours late, but this is the longest oneshot I've ever written

Day 3: Coming out

Warnings: Food mention, talk of sexual attraction (In regards to asexuality), anxiety, disassociation (brief)

Summary: In which the story gains a plot ft. fluff and hurt/comfort

Word count: 4025

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Virgil hadn’t been this terrified in a long time. He knew that being gay shouldn’t be that big of a deal, in regards to his two gay fathers, but he couldn’t stop the terrifying thoughts from running through their head.

What if they thought he was too young to have figured himself out? They were only fifteen after all. Is he even sure they're gay? And what would they think about the pronouns thing? Vigil had no idea where their dads stood on transgender rights.

They had planned to do it after dinner. That way he could have one last dinner of peace in the unlikely event of something going wrong. It's more likely than you think they’re gonna kick you out, you’re gonna have to live on the streets

Emile had made spinach lasagna that night. Virgil’s favorite. But he could hardly enjoy it due to the nerves stirring in his stomach. Instead, he moved the food around on his plate and attempted to pay attention to the conversation occurring before him.

He believed his dad was telling some dramatic story about some lady that came into the coffee shop. They normally would be completely invested in that sort of thing, but they just couldn’t focus with all the thoughts running around his head.

What is he gonna do if he gets kicked out? They can’t live on the streets. He can barely work a stove. How would he live on his own? Maybe Remus or Janus would take him in? No, they have their own problems. They shouldn’t burden them with his own problems. But how would he-

“Virgil? What do you think?” A voice cut through his spiral.

“Hm- wha-?” Virgil couldn’t recall for the life of them what he was supposed to be responding to. He looked up to see his parents both looking at him concernedly.

“You feeling okay, hon? It's not like you to space out like that,” Emile asked.

Virgil winced. He had to learn to be less obvious to when they were stressed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

They still looked doubtful. “Are you sure?” Remy raised an eyebrow.

Virgil nodded and tried for a small smile. He didn’t think it was successful, however, when his parents exchanged a worried glance. His leg bounced slightly under the table. Why couldn’t they relax?

Emile started to collect the dishes but paused when their eyes landed on Virgil’s still-full plate. He glanced again at their husband, and then their son.

“Maybe you should head to bed early tonight. You hardly touched your food. You might be coming down with something.” Virgil saw Remy stand up as his Papa spoke. He offered them a hand.

“Babes, I think that might be a good idea. You’re looking a bit pale- well, paler than usual with all that foundation you cake on. Don’t think I don’t notice.” Virgil blushed, slightly. His experimentation with makeup had been one of his ways to tone down their glaring masculinity.

In response to the first statement, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to put this off another day. They weren’t sure they had enough energy or confidence to go through with this. With a little hesitation, they grabbed Remy's hand and hauled himself to their feet.

Emile smiled sadly at their son’s submissiveness. He had to have been really tired with the way his eyes kept wandering. They abandoned the dishes they were holding, grabbed his other hand, and started leading Remy and Virgil upstairs.

Virgil blinked and suddenly he was in their room. They sat between his parents on his bed. Emile had them leaning against their side as Remy rubbed soft circles into his back. His eyes darted around in confusion.

Remy glanced down and let out a sigh of relief. “Welcome back to this plane of existence.”

Emile smacked their husband lightly. “Sorry baby, we didn’t want to leave you alone while you were disassociating.” Virgil’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. They didn’t remember going into an episode.

Remy kissed his forehead and stood up. “We’ll leave you to your peace now. Let us know if you need anything.” Emile began to follow.

Virgil bit their lip. Was he really going to go through all this stress just to chicken out? He took a breath. He was strong. They could do this.

“Wait,” they called out, lightly. “I need to talk to you about something.” His parents halted in their place in the doorway and came back to sit next to them.

“What is it, babe? Did something happen?” Remy grabbed one of his hands.

“No, not exactly,” Virgil said. His breath was starting to stutter.

“Take your time,” Emile said, softly.

Virgil attempted to calm their breathing. It's highly unlikely that this will have a bad outcome, half of his brain rationalized. They are gay themselves, after all.

Yeah, but what about the pronoun thing? The other half argued. You have no idea what they’ll think of it.

Virgil took another deep breath and opened his mouth to speak. They may as well start with the easy one. “I’m… I’m gay.”

Remy placed a hand on his chest and sighed dramatically. “Oh thank god,” he exclaimed. “I’m not sure I could have handled it if I had to raise a straight son.”

Emile smacked him again. Virgil winced slightly at the word ‘son.’ Remy seemed to notice his discomfort and scooted closer. “Of course we love and accept you and everything, but that's all kind of obvious considering, well,” he lifted his hand as wiggled his ring finger, “Is there something else on your mind?”

Virgil nodded, “I, um, want to start using different pronouns. He/they.”

Emile lit up. “Ooh, we can match!”

Virgil’s head shot up. “What?”

Both Emile and Remy looked confused for a second before a horrifying realization dawned on them.

“Did I- never tell you I’m non-binary?” Emile asked, tentativly. They were sure they told Virgil at some point.

Virgil couldn’t help themself. He started to laugh hysterically. After a moment their parents joined in.

“I’m sorry- I just- I’m fifteen years old and you never thought to tell me that vital piece of information?” Virgil wiped tears from his eyes as he continued to giggle.

Emile was bright red. “Trust me, I’m mortified.”

Remy groaned. “That makes two of us.”

Virgil snorted. “I was so worried about how’d you react and this whole time you’re the same thing.”

“Oh honey,” Emile exclaimed. “You should never be worried about telling us something. We support you no matter what.”

“Of course,” Remy added. “What kind of hypocrites would we be if we said otherwise?”

Virgil pulled them both into a hug. “You’re the best parents anyone could ask for.”

Sanders High School had an interesting dynamic. There were two main groups that everyone at school was invested majorly in. Most, if not all, of the gossip in school was directed at them. They were envied. They were hated. They were idolized. They were the closest thing Sanders High ever had to celebrities. The Dark Sides and The Light Sides.

Everyone that saw them would assume they were the rivals. Bickering and prank wars were constant. Classroom debates between members could last hours if not moderated. Each group consisted of three members.

First up is Roman Prince, the flamboyant jock and theater nerd. He was the first kid at school to break through harmful gender stereotypes. Before he came to school, any boy that joined theater was seen as weak and nerdy. Roman was the first openly gay kid on the football team- as quarterback no less- and the first jock to join the drama program. He was unapologetically himself in everything he did. He often came to school in skirts and dresses and there was rarely a day he could be seen without his signature red lipstick. Despite his smashing of stereotypes, Roman is the only cis kid in both the light and dark sides (not that everyone is out to the school like he is, or even to each other). He has the most social media followers out of anyone in the school, and was the one to first publicize the two groups. Roman is a proud member of The Light Sides.

Next is Patton Hart, the bubbly, adorable student council president. Everybody loved Patton and they loved everybody. Patton is one of the kindest kids in the school. He’s always willing to drop everything to help somebody or cheer someone up. They met Roman when they were young and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Some might say they’re dating, but a select few know otherwise.

Last in The Light Sides is Logan Berry. Logan is objectively the smartest kid in school. He is rumored to be taking all AP classes. How that’s possible, no one knows. Everyone knows that Logan will be Valedictorian at the end of the year. There’s no other logical choice. Somehow, even with all that, they also manage to be co-captain of the debate club. Patton and Roman somehow managed to rope them into their small group sometime during elementary school. Again, how that’s possible, no one knows. Logan is extremely stone-faced to people they're not close with. Some think he might be a robot with how emotionless he is most of the time. Those people, however, have never seen him with a jar of Crofters. (But if they knew their secret, everyone would think so).

Over in the dark sides, we have Janus Lies. Genderfluid icon. Their coming out started a revolution of sorts at Sanders High. So many kids came out as non-binary or genderfluid or something in between, the school ended up getting rid of gendered bathrooms entirely. A new genderfluid locker room was built in the PE building and the academic teachers revised their gendered way of teaching. But, back to Janus. They were the most sarcastic person you’d ever meet. So much so, it became difficult for people to tell if they were telling the truth. Their trademark hat and gloves stayed on no matter what the occasion. They also co-captained the debate club with Logan. They grouped together with Remus and Virgil before anyone could remember, including the three dark sides.

Remus Prince, twin of Roman Prince, is the extremely crude drama student and class clown. They are known for their dark sense of humor and sexual disruptions of class. The teachers have learned to just ignore them, as countless trips to detention were fruitless in correcting their behavior. Although they privately came out before Janus, they were more private socially when it came to their gender. Until that is, Janus came out and was accepted. After that, Remus showed no limits in expressing themself.

Lastly, there is Virgil Picani, the emo nightmare themself. He is in almost every club at school, including but not limited to drama, debate, GSA, writing, and volunteering. His sarcastic personality is no stranger to anybody, although it is much more subdued than Janus’s. Virgil came out to Janus and Remus before he had even fully figured himself out yet. He had not, however, come out to any of the light sides as gay or genderqueer.

And that brings us to today. As mentioned earlier, anyone that saw the two groups would assume they had a strong rivalry. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The reality is, although they did start out as rivals, the six of them have a strong friendship. They keep up the facade of competitors for sake of reputation (and a little fun never hurt anybody). Once Roman and Remus had gotten over their sibling rivalry, the six of them had discovered that they shared many of the same interests. They started hanging out after school and now it is rare to see one of the group without another.

Virgil knows that he has nothing to worry about. Roman is gay, and both Patton and Logan already use he/they pronouns. They accepted Janus and Remus without question. It won’t be any different for him. All they actually had to do was tell them.

But here lies the issue. Virgil thought they had already. It wasn’t until the first day of pride month that he realized their mistake.

They decided to make pronoun pins for all the kids in GSA. So, naturally, he made one for himself as well. They weren't publicly out yet, but it was perfectly okay for them to wear them inside the safety that was the gay-straight alliance.

Virgil was struggling to attach his pin to their shirt when Janus came over to help. Virgil noted the blue bracelet. Janus looked surprised as he read the contents of the pin.

“You told them?” He asked, incredulously. “I thought you would tell me when you finally did it.”

Virgil was confused. “What do you mean? I came out to them… shoot.”

Janus snorted. “You totally don’t need to tell them. This isn’t getting out of hand at all.”

Virgil blushed red. “I honestly thought I did! I’ll do it now, okay?”

They didn’t wait for a response before marching over to Roman, Logan, and Patton and dragging them outside of the classroom. He ignored the curious looks of their classmates, most likely wondering what they were fighting about this time.

They closed the door behind them and looked around quickly, making sure there was no one else around. He turned back to the group that was looking at him, slightly concerned.

Virgil rolled their eyes at their expressions. “Oh calm down, I just forgot to tell you something, is all.”

Logan cleared their throat and straightened up. “And that is?”

“I genderqueer, he/they, and gay.”

“Yay!” Patton exclaimed and pulled him into a hug. “I’m proud of you for being yourself.”

Patton pulled back and Virgil caught the expressions of the other two. Logan was looking at him with a delighted expression on their face. “I had my suspicions.”

Roman furrowed his brows. “So did I, but I must ask, why wait so long to tell us? Surely you knew that we would accept you wholeheartedly.”

Virgil snorted. “I actually did the same thing my Papa did with me. I thought I told you all ages ago.” They all laughed at that.

“We should probably get back,” Logan remarked, “Thank you for trusting us enough to tell us this.”

Virgil felt nervous, but not extremely so.

He knew nothing would go wrong. So many kids had come out in the past year at Sanders High, the school had made pronoun pins mandatory to avoid misgendering. All they had to do was wear the new pin he had grabbed from the office the day before. He also planned to wear a rainbow shirt to identify themself as the flaming homosexual he is.

The only real thing they were worried about would be the gossip surrounding them for the next week or so. Someone coming out is hardly a rare occurrence, but they were one of the most popular kids in school. He was certain that there were at least a few bets going around school on whether they were queer or not. To be fair, he was the only member of the Light and Dark sides to never confirm any rumors about gender or sexuality. And it's not as if he’s really hid anything. He’s just never confirmed.

But they’re ready to change that. They pull on their rainbow shirt, do their makeup slightly more dramatic than usual, and debate for a moment over the plaid purple skirt his dads had gotten him a few years ago. It matched his usual hoodie perfectly, but he had yet to wear it outside the house. There was no reason not to wear it. Why not spend his first day publicly out AGAP (as gay as possible)?

They arrive at school with an air of confidence around them that he hadn’t felt in a while. As he walked through the hallways, he saw a few looks of disappointment, but most were of excitement and joy. They caught a few thumbs up and cheers in the crowd as well.

He found the other two members of the Dark Sides standing at Virgil’s locker, both wearing identical looks of pride as they stared at him. They walked directly up to the pair, smirking slightly. Once he was within earshot, Remus grasped their head with one hand and Janus’s shoulder, striking a dramatic pose.

“Do you see that Jan Jan? Our little slime monster is all grown up!” Virgil rolled their eyes at their best friend’s antics. Janus lifted their wrist to show off her pink band. Despite the new rule about pronoun pins, Janus still kept her bracelet system in place. She claimed it to be simpler and more efficient.

She slung her arm around Virgil’s shoulders. She leaned in and said in a low voice, “I really am proud of you.”

Remus jumped on his back. “That makes two of us!”

Virgil had always enjoyed Logan’s company. They were the only person out of the group of six that allowed him some peace.

He could also be a captivating conversation partner. Listening to Logan ramble on about whatever he was currently studying was one of Virgil's favorite pastimes. The way his eyes lit up when you asked him about something they were interested in was adorable. And his voice would take on this gorgeous tone to it that Virgil knows not many people get to hear.

Their weekly study session was the thing that Virgil looked forward to the most. Every Thursday, they get to spend hours in a room with the most beautiful person he knows. They love the way Logan will straighten his tie or fix his hair even when they’re both immaculate. He loves the way they slowly and patiently explain the answer to something Virgil gets wrong, never criticizing them or getting frustrated.

Virgil may have developed an itty bitty crush on them over the years.

Not that they will ever tell him. They don’t even know where he stands on sexuality. He has only been open about their gender. And he doesn’t want to complicate their relationship for the sake of some silly crush.

The two of them sat in Virgil’s room doing homework. Logan sat on their bed, while Virgil had opted for the floor. They had hardly spoken a word to each other in the past few hours (a normal occurrence for their weekly get-togethers), but Virgil could tell something was bothering Logan. They’d been fidgeting for the past hour or so, and had seemed tense and nervous all day.

Virgil placed their bookmark into his book and groaned loudly. “If I have to read one more word of this, I think my eyes might literally start bleeding.”

Logan also marked their page before looking up. “That is highly unlikely. The amount of force that would cause one's eyeballs to ‘literally’ start bleeding is far more than would be caused by eye strain. Additionally, subconjunctival hemorrhage has not been linked to overuse and is instead usually caused by some sort of trauma to the eye. So unless you are planning to hit yourself in the face with the book, it will not cause your eyes to hemorrhage.”

Virgil huffed a laugh, internally cooing at how adorable they are when explaining something. “I guess you’re right. I can’t read anymore though.”

Logan cleaning their glasses on the edge of his shirt. “I agree with that statement.”

Virgil looked at him closely. Cleaning their glasses is a sort of nervous tick for him. And they had done it multiple times in the last hour. “Okay, what's going on? You’ve been nervous and weird all afternoon.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Nothing of importance.”

“So there is something!” Virgil exclaimed.

They blanched. “No, of course not. What would be wrong at the moment?”

Virgil gave them a look. “I never said that there was something wrong.”

Logan stood up quickly and started gathering his materials. “Well, it’s getting late. I must head home now in order to be at dinner at an adequate time.”

Virgil grabbed their arm. “Wait, Logan, there’s still hours until you need to leave. If you really don’t want to talk about whatever’s bothering you, we don’t have to. But if you do, I’m here and ready to listen.”

Logan shot them a grateful look. “I truly appreciate that Virgil. I will keep your offer in mind.”

They resumed their study positions and all was silent for a few minutes. Virgil couldn’t keep their mind off of Logan. He hoped that whatever was troubling him could be resolved easily. He didn’t want him to be distressed.

Eventually, Logan stiffly placed his books beside him and turned to their study partner. At the shift in movement, Virgil also put away their materials and prepared to listen, moving to sit next to them on their bed.

“I would like you to not speak until I am done speaking if that is acceptable for you.” Virgil immediately agreed. They would never interrupt him when they were having such a serious conversation.

“My sincerest gratitude. I-” Logan paused. They took a stuttering breath. Virgil reached out and took his hand, attempting to provide some form of comfort.

“I am not a robot. I know that there are some that may think otherwise. Aside from the vast technological inaccuracies in that statement, contrary to popular belief, I do have emotions. I do experience love. Just not in the same way as others do. From a young age, I have known that I have felt no sexual attraction. The idea of sex repulsed me far more than I can explain, even past the age of maturity. I have no desire to love anybody in that way. And I never will.

“I was under the impression that the same went for romantic attraction. I had never felt any sort of romantic feelings for a female. But recent… variables have shown me otherwise. I do not feel any romantic attraction for people of the female gender or sex. I do, however, experience attraction to people of the same gender. These people fall under the male and non-binary spectrum. In conclusion, I am asexual and homoromantic. I am finished, you may speak now.”

Virgil was delighted by the news. They had just confirmed that his crush could possibly be attracted to him. They didn’t care about the asexual part. It changed none of his feelings towards the academic prodigy.

They made the mistake of staying silent for a moment too long. That became evident when he looked at Logan’s face. Any positive feelings he had melted into concern.

“Oh, Lo,” they said softly, “You’re crying.” He brought his hand to Logan’s cheek and wiped away the silent tears that had trickled down with their thumb.

Logan's voice wobbled as they spoke. “My apologies.”

“No,” Virgil cooed, “you have nothing to apologize for. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re accepting yourself and I am so proud of you for that.”

That seemed to be all it would take for their dam to break. Soft sobs escaped his mouth and he brought up a hand to try to muffle them.

Virgil made a sympathetic noise and wrapped them up in their arms. He cupped the back of Logan’s neck with one hand and used the other to rub soothing circles into his back. Logan gripped their hoodie tightly as they cried into their shoulder.

Virgil whispered quiet words of encouragement to him. Eventually, Logan seemed to finally be calming down. His tears dwindled into quiet sniffles and they sagged into his chest. The emotional exhaustion of the day in addition to the exergy expelled by crying made him unbelievably tired.

Virgil shifted the two so they were lying down on his bed, Logan cuddled against their chest. They could feel his breaths evening out rapidly.

Virgil pressed a small kiss into his forehead, wishing more than anything that they could do it when Logan could remember.

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La Cuervo - Chapter 25

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on, on Mayans M.C., are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambiguous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

25.

After their middle of the night conversation and subsequent make-up sex, Nina and Angel got a few hours of sleep.

The sound of the birds in the tree outside, and a hard knocking on the front door, woke Nina up. Turning her head, she saw that Angel was still sound asleep, with Bug nuzzled up in the crook of his neck. Finding the sight too adorable to disturb, Nina quietly crawled out of bed, and put on her sleeping shorts, and one of Angel’s shirts. Putting a bit more weight on her pained leg than she’d been able to a few days earlier, she made her way to the front door, and looked out the peep hole; before opening.

“Good morning”, EZ said; holding up two paper cups of coffee. “He’s still sleeping”, Nina said, and moved so he could enter. “In the bed?”, EZ asked disbelievingly. “He told you…”, she muttered. “He’s my brother. He told me you guys weren’t doing so good… But, you’re better now?”. “We’re working on it”, Nina shrugged. “I’ll go get him, so you can give him that”. She nodded towards the coffee. “No, this is for you”. EZ held out a cup for her, and she took it confusedly.

She limped over to sit on the couch, and lit one of the cigarettes from Angel’s pack. Bug slipped out through the crack of the bedroom door, and when he saw EZ, he hissed. “What the hell is that?”, the prospect asked. “Bug… Her cat”, Angel grunted, as he came out after the cat; rubbing his eyes. He’d taken time to put on sweatpants and a beater. “Our cat”, Nina reiterated. “It looks… sick”, EZ said, giving Bug’s one and a half ear and skinny body a hesitant look. Angel walked over, and gave the cat a quick scratch behind the ears. “He’s a fighter”, he said, and went over to sit down next to Nina.

EZ sat down on the recliner, and looked down at his own coffee. “I would have gotten you one, but I didn’t know if you’d already left”, he muttered at Angel. “It’s good bro”, Angel said, and nabbed Nina’s cigarette. The prospect gave Nina a half smile. “It was kind of a peace-offering. You’ve been staying away from the clubhouse”. “I’m not mad at you”, Nina said. “I’m just… I don’t know if I’m ready to face Bishop and Taza”. “Taza hasn’t been around either”, Angel said. “You guys didn’t… He’s ok, right?”, Nina asked worriedly. She was angry, but she didn’t want Taza hurt. “We haven’t done anything to him… But we have a vote later today”, Angel said. “We need to decide whether he and Bish’ are keeping their posts”. “Why?”, Nina guffawed. “Because they went behind the club’s back; pulling that shit with you and Palo”, Angel said. “Bishop has stepped down temporarily, until we decide what to do. He’s been around, but Tranq’s taken the head of the table for now… He ain’t president material, though”. “And Taza?”, Nina said. “If we vote Bish’ back in, I’m guessing he’s gonna want him back as VP… If we let Taza come back at all”, Angel said.

EZ took a sip of his coffee, and leaned forwards; giving his brother a hesitant look. “Where do you stand on all that?”. Angel took a deep draw from the cigarette, and blew out the smoke while shaking his head. “I’m not sure, man…”, he admitted. “As prez’ and VP, I didn’t ever have a problem with them before. But they lied to the club… And this shit was personal to me. They put Nina in danger”. “You don’t have a problem with Taza being…”, EZ said, trailing off. “It’s called gay… homosexual… He likes men. You can say it”, Nina scolded him. “Yeah, I can say it…!”, EZ exclaimed. “It’s just one of those rules I’ve had trouble dealing with. I follow the club on a lot of things; but that…”. Nina gave him slight smile; happy that he felt like she did. “I don’t have a problem with that”, Angel shrugged. “No one should”.

Taking sip from the cup, Nina then traded Angel the coffee for the cigarette. She took a deep drag, before stubbing it out. “Well, it looks like you have stuff to do today”, she said. “I guess me and Bug will just hang out here”. The cat came over to brush against her good leg. He’d been good with leaving the pained one alone. “Hank wants you at the clubhouse…”, EZ muttered, giving her a hesitant look. “He sent me to get you… We didn’t know if you and Angel were talking”. Nina sighed. “I don’t know… EZ, all that shit that went down…”. “That’s why he wants you there”, EZ said. “He wants the club to hear your side, before they take the vote”.

Looking up to meet Angel’s eyes, Nina found nothing but warmth and support in them. “I’m not gonna make you do anything. It’s up to you, ma’”. She took the cup from him, and emptied it; before getting to her feet. “I’m gonna need more coffee…”, she grunted, and limped in to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The scrapyard seemed like a completely different place to the last time Nina had been there. There was tension in the air, as EZ and Angel – with Nina behind him – rode up to the clubhouse. Chucky gave her slight wave from the front office, when they passed it.

Coco and Gilly came down from the porch to greet them as they arrived, and Nina gave both of them a warm hug. “Are you ok?”, she asked. “I know there was at least some fighting the other day…”. “We’re good, niña”, Coco said. “How’s the leg?”. “Much better”, Nina said. Letting Angel put his arm around her waist, they all walked up to the porch, and into the clubhouse together.

Inside, the rest of the charter – except for Taza – were spread throughout the room. Bishop sat alone by a table in the corner; and gave her short look. He almost looked embarrassed. Hank walked straight up to Nina, and put a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming”, he said warmly. “We need your take on all this”. “I don’t know what you want me to say… I’m not happy about what happened”, Nina said. “We just need you to be honest”, Riz said, having come over to join them. “Shouldn’t come as a problem…”, Creeper muttered sarcastically, and stubbed out his cigarette. Nina frowned confusedly in his direction. “Where are we doing this?”, Angel asked. “Templo…”, Hank said. “And we should get to it. We got Reaper incoming soon”. Nina swallowed thickly. Being in the room with Bishop was hard enough, but having to face Filip was something she hadn’t been prepared for. “It’ll be ok, cuervo”, Angel said below his breath. The nickname struck her as odd at the moment, but Nina decided against challenging him on it; and simply let him lead her into templo. EZ stayed behind in the bar area, looking worried, and prepared for anything to happen.

Letting his hand brush against his usual chair, Hank went to sit at the head of the table. He looked very uncomfortable with his current station. “Please…”, he said, and gestured for Nina to take the seat at the other end of the table. The rest of the Mayans took to their own seats; with Bishop taking the one furthest from his regular seat. This meant he sat just around the corner of the table from Nina, making her unable to ignore him. Angel shot her a comforting smile, before looking to his temporary president.

Seemingly waiting for someone else to begin, Hank finally realized that was his job; and cleared his throat. “I guess… we should get started”, he said. “Nina; thanks for coming. I asked the prospect to bring you, because we have an important vote coming up; but we need to know what to base our decision on”. Riz let Hank out of his misery, by taking over. “We already heard from Bishop. He let us know that you weren’t aware of his and Taza’s decision to go behind our backs…” “Yeah, they behind our backs, but so did she…”, Creeper interrupted. He looked hard at Nina. “You might not have known the real plan, but you went against the club’s decision; and snuck off to do your own shit”. “Sure, but she’s not a member of the club”, Gilly said. “Pretty damn close”, Creeper said.

Angel looked at Creeper; the promise of a serious beating almost written in neon over his head. “What are you trying to say? You wanna punish her?”, he said. “I didn’t bring her here to get…”. “I’m just telling it like it is”, Creeper said. “Nina tricked me in to letting her sneak away”. Bishop chuckled slightly. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so easily tricked…”, he said. “Careful, Bishop”, Riz said. “You’re the one on trial here, and Creep isn’t wrong”. Nina threw up her hands, and sighed. “Why don’t you just get to it then. Punch me around, and degrade me to toilet-cleaner. I’ve been through much worse lately!”. “Everyone calm down!”, Hank said. “Nina, you did go against the club. You broke our trust…”. “At the time, you didn’t even know Bishop was in on it; so, on top of that, you went against the president’s direct orders”, Riz said. Creeper nodded in agreement.

“Ok”, Nina said. Every face at the table turned to her. “What? You wanted me to apologize? I was trying to save your asses”. “Technically, she did”, Coco said. He grabbed a cigarette from his back and lit it; before sliding both the pack and his lighter down the table to Nina. She took one of the smokes, and lit it; sending Coco a slight smile. “If we’d gone to war with VM… fuck”, Coco said, visibly shuddering. “We voted for war”, Creeper said. “You didn’t seem like that’s what you wanted at the time…”, Gilly said. “But that’s how this shit works!”, Creeper said. “This club is a democracy…”. “El Padrino was in on it”, Angel said. “At the end of the day…”. “He doesn’t call the shots here”, Riz said.

Nina took a deep drag of her cigarette. “Riz… I’m sorry you’re angry that I went against the club by going with Taza. I’m not gonna apologize for actually doing it, though. If the plan he told me about had worked out, it would have been the best move for your club. That’s a fact you can’t deny”. Unable to come up with a reply, Riz shrugged in something resembling agreement. “It didn’t work out, though”, Creeper said. “That’s not my fault”, Nina retorted. “And honestly, I think your butthurt mostly has to do with the fact that another woman managed to trick you”. “Nina…”, Angel said warily. Creeper’s expression grew saddened. “If you’re talking about Camille, you’re right. She got to me. But that was just a fling with a hangaround…”. His brows furrowed, and he shook his head defeatedly. “You’re family… You were supposed to have our back… My back. Not lie to me”. Nina swallowed thickly, feeling choked and ashamed. “You’re right… I’m sorry for lying. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t trust me anymore; but I understand it”. She sighed deeply. “I’ll take whatever punishment the club decides to give me”. “There won’t be no punishment”, Angel said. “If there is, I’m out of here”. “Angel!”, Nina exclaimed. “Nah, mami… They ain’t touching you”.

“We’re not going to punish Nina”, Hank declared. “She’s right. Taza’s fake plan would have been a good move; and she did what she did to help the club. She wasn’t a part of the official vote, and she’s not a patch. She doesn’t owe us to follow orders; and she didn’t owe us to try to help the way she did”. He looked deep into Nina’s eyes. “You risked your life for the MC… Thank you”. Angel relaxed in his seat. “I get what you’re saying, but…”, Creeper began. Hank slammed his fist into the table. He looked angrier than Nina had ever seen him; but then again, digging through her memories, she’d never seen him angry. “I’ll be happy to take it to a vote; but even with Angel stepping out for being biased, it still looks like punishment will be off the table”. Creeper raised his hands in defeat, and leaned back in his seat.

“If no one else has anything to say, then let’s get to why we’re here”, Hank said. “Nina, what’s your view on what happened the other day?”. Nina took another drag of her cigarette. “Taza called. He said he had a way of avoiding a full-blown war, and asked me to meet him; so we could go see Palo”. “Did you know he’d told Palo that he would hand you over?”, Riz asked. “Yes…”, Nina said, meeting Angel’s eyes for a short second. Anger ghosted his face, but he held his tongue. “He told me we’d be able to reason with Palo, and I thought so too. He seemed about to go for it as well, but… He said he wanted his pound of flesh; and that’s when they brought in Angel”. “Which wouldn’t have happened if…”, Bishop began. “Fuck you, Bish’!”, Angel said. “You ain’t president right now. I’d be happy to show you around the cage…”. “Angel!”, Hank said. “Nina, please…”. “Palo wanted me to shoot Angel, but Bishop and the rest of them arrived in time to…”. She couldn’t finish the sentence; feeling tears welling up. “Taza killed Palo, and that was it”, she finished, and wiped her eyes. “And how do you feel about being lied to about what the real plan was?”, Riz asked. “Come on, Riz…”, Coco said. “I’m not trying to stir shit up, man”, Riz said. “We asked her to come here, to tell us about her experience with all this”. “Yeah, but this ain’t Oprah”, Gilly said. “It’s fine… I’ll answer”, Nina said. “I feel like shit. My decision to go with Taza on this, was based on me not wanting anyone else to get hurt… But Sala was shot, and Palo’s neck was slit right in front of me”. She stubbed out her cigarette. “I might be safe from VM and Palo, but it came at the cost of even more lives… Daniella; Camille; Sala; Palo… Those were all because of me, and what I did to Gael in that alley two months ago…”.

Self-hatred washed over her, and she got her feet. “I don’t think you should punish Bishop, or kick Taza out of the MC… All of this is my fault. I’m sorry I came here and messed up your club”. Ignoring the pain in her leg, Nina stormed out of templo. EZ and Chucky – who’d come in to the clubhouse, while she was in templo – gave her confused looks, as she ran out of the clubhouse, and slammed the door shut behind her. She sat down on the stairs, and buried her face in her hands, letting her tears fall.

The door opened and closed behind her, and she looked up; confused to see Creeper sit down next to her. “This isn’t your fault, Nina”, he said. “I thought you were pissed at me…”. “I was… I am. But not because I think you’re to blame for all this. You worried me… us. Putting yourself in danger like that…”. He sighed deeply. “The thing about you going behind our backs… You’re a part of the family. I expected you to act like a patch; but that’s not fair. We won’t let you wear a cut, so I can’t assume that you’ll act like you are”. “I’m sorry for tricking you”, Nina croaked. “I should never have come here… You lost your president, your VP… You almost went in to full on war!”. Creeper put his arm around Nina’s shoulders. “We haven’t decided on Bishop and Taza yet”, he said. “And war with the Vatos has been under way for a long time. Even before you got here”.

Nina sighed, and looked intently at Creeper. “Don’t punish Bishop and Taza. Don’t take away their flashes”, she said. “They had to make a quick decision; and they wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t think they were doing what was best for the MC… Just because they’re leaders, doesn’t mean they’re infallible. Give them a chance”. Creeper narrowed his eyes at her. “I know Angel said you were smart; but that was almost sage wisdom”, he smirked. “Where do you get it from?”. Nina let out a soft laugh, and wiped her eyes. “I knew a guy who had to make a lot of hard decisions”, she said. “Some of them were really shitty, but they all came from a place of love for his club and his family”. Creeper pressed a kiss to her forehead; then got to his feet, and helped Nina up to stand. “I’ll tell them what you said”, he smiled. “But I won’t use words like infallible. I don’t think half of them know what that means”. There was the sound of glass shattering from inside the clubhouse. “You should get back inside. Gilly’s physically holding Angel down in there”.

He supported her weight back to the door, and opened it for her. Chucky was sweeping up a broken beer bottle, and Angel was struggling to get free from Gilly’s grasp on his arms. Nina walked over to him, and as Gilly let him free, Angel wrapped her into his arms. “Are you ok?”, he whispered into her ear. “Yeah… I’m ok”, Nina said. “He…?”. “We’re good. Really”. She got on her toes, and caught his lips in a warm kiss. “Go vote… Make good decisions”. Angel nodded, and stole another kiss from her, before following his brothers back in to templo.

Nina limped over to sit down by a table, and blew out a deep breath. After four days of hiding at the house, eating microwave dinners, and cursing her own inability to cook; she was overjoyed when EZ came over, and placed a Tupperware box in front of her. “Gaby?”, she asked with bated breath. “Uh huh”, EZ smiled. “I’m serious, Ezekiel. I will marry her myself, if you don’t!”. The prospect let out a warm laugh, and sat down next to her, producing two forks. Chucky came over with two cold cokes for them, before going over to count the chairs in the room, for some reason. “Chuck? What are you doing?”, EZ asked. “I need to make sure we have enough seats for the wedding”. Nina laughed, feeling herself brighten up slightly.

They were seated, eating straight out of the box, and trying to keep each other’s moods up, when the door opened, and Taza stepped inside; his cut hung over his arm. He nodded solemnly at them, and walked over to the ornate door of templo; seemingly taking a deep breath before stepping inside, and closing the door behind him again. “What do you think that means?”, Nina muttered. “I don’t know…”, EZ said. “Hopefully it’s good news”. He noticed Nina’s strained expression, and squeezed her shoulder. “Are you ok? I know you’re not happy about how things went down…”. Nina sighed. “You all keep telling me I’m family… But they forced me to be a part of something I was trying so hard to avoid. Is that how you treat kin?”. “If family doesn’t know what’s best for them, then maybe… yeah”, EZ said. “Palo wouldn’t have let you go. You’d be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life. Hurt feelings; you can get over shit like that. But death is kind of final”. “Maybe… But I wish they’d told me the truth”.

They sat in silence for a long moment. “Is you dad mad at me, for stealing his truck?”, Nina asked quietly. “You parked it by his shop. He was ok”, EZ replied. “Yeah, but…”. “Nina, you make Angel happy; and pap’ sees grandkids in his future”, EZ chuckled. “You can do no wrong in his eyes”. “I’m not pregnant!”. “Not for lack of my brother trying, I’m guessing”, EZ smirked. “We’re not having this conversation!”, Nina said. Ezekiel shrugged in surrender. “Just… If you do make me a tío, don’t let Angel name the baby”. “Why?”. “He named your cat Bug!”, EZ laughed. Nina punched his shoulder. “That was me…”, she pouted.

The door to templo opened, and Hank stepped out, giving them a warm smile. Bishop came out behind him, and they gave each other a warm and very masculine hug. “Thanks for taking the gavel when needed”, Bishop said. “Thanks for taking it back”, Hank smiled. “That chair is uncomfortable”. Nina couldn’t help but smile, and Bishop met her eyes; giving her a half smile in return.

The rest of the Mayans emerged from the room, with Taza coming out lastly; wearing his cut. Nina let out an audible, relieved gasp. Getting to her feet, Angel went over to support her. He let her lean against him, as she walked up to Bishop and Taza. “It looks like we have you to thank for keeping these flashes”, Bishop said. “I think we’ve got more than that to thank you for”, Taza smiled softly. Nina shook her head. “Just… trust your family with the truth in the future. It might be painful, but it’s the better way out”, she said. “Alright”, Bishop said. “Still; thank you…”. Nina grinned at him. “You’re fishing for a hug again, aren’t you…?”. “Yes he is”, Taza said.

Nina put her arms around the president, and hugged him tightly. He gave as good as he got, and turned to whisper in her ear. “I’m sorry, mija…”. “I forgive you”, she replied. Taza was next, and Nina gave him a short kiss on the cheek. “I forgive you too, Scarecrow”. Taza pulled back, and looked down at her. “I’m not that sharp on my Judy Garland, but I’m pretty sure the line is I’ll miss you the most… Are you going somewhere?”. “Nah”, Nina said, and looked around at the faces of her family. “There’s no place like home”.

There was a rumbling of bikes outside, and EZ looked out of the window. “SOA”, he said. Nina took Angel’s hand, and let herself be tucked into his side. “Better break out the Jameson”, she said. “Can’t Chibs drink anything else?”, Angel asked. Nina sighed. “It’s for me…”.

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Happy, Tig and Rat came through the door, and made a beeline for Nina. It was a clusterhug, that ended with her having to waving her hands in the air, to be allowed to breathe. Once released from their grasp, Nina looked behind them with a confused expression. “Chibs?”, she said quietly. “Outside…”, Tig said. “Did you vote yet?”, Nina asked hesitantly. “What vote?”, Happy asked. “You think we’d take the chance to let Tiggy be president?”. Rat visibly shuddered, and Tig smacked the back of his head; making the younger biker let out a yelp. “We get why he did it”, Tig said. “We didn’t like it, but… He’s not the first SAMCRO president to make decisions behind the club’s back, to protect a family-member”. “That’s what he was doing. You know that”, Happy said. Nina sighed, and began moving towards the door. Rat grabbed her arm to halt her. “Rat, I’m sorry for tricking you, but…”, she began. “No… I get it”, he said. “I just wanted to say; don’t be too hard on him. He loves you”. Nina nodded, and went outside.

Filip was leaning against his bike, when she came down from the porch. “Hi…”, she said quietly. “Hello… I didn’t want to come inside, if you didn’t want me there”, Filip said. “It’s not my house”. “Yes, it is”, he smiled softly. Limping halfway over to him, Filip hurried over to grab Nina’s arm. “Is that leg not doing better?”, he asked. “Yeah. I’m just cutting down on the painkillers”, she said. “Good… That’s smart. But you shouldn’t overexert yourself”.

He led her over to lean against his bike. “How angry are you?”, he asked. “Very… You knew how I felt about the bloodshed… Too many people had died already”, Nina said. “But I understand why you did it. You were trying to protect me”. “I really was, luv’”, Filip sighed. “But it’s like you didn’t respect me enough to make me part of the plan”. “I respected you too much, Nina!”. Filip grabbed her hand, and held it tightly. “You’re too good for decisions like the ones we had to make that day… And what you said about Jax…”. “I shouldn’t have brought him up”, Nina said. “No, you were within your rights to”, Filip said. “But… I think he would have made the same decision, little sister. Anything to keep you safe”.

Sighing deeply, Nina pulled at Filip’s hand, to make him wrap his arms around her. She threw her own arms around his neck. “I love you, big brother…”, she croaked. “But don’t ever lie to me again, or I’ll stab you in the balls with a rusty screwdriver”. “That’s oddly specific”, Filip muttered. “I wanna make sure it’s extra painful”. “Fair enough”.

He kissed her temple, and together they made their way back to the clubhouse.

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“That’s a long ass ride to take, just to come see me”, Nina said, as she sat on Angel’s lap, surrounded by her SAMCRO brothers. Apparently, the Mayan felt that they’d spent too much time apart in the last four days, and after she came back inside with Filip, he hadn’t left her side. “We never left”, Happy said. “We’ve been staying at Vicky’s… It’s quite comfortable there”, Filip smirked. “Venus good with that?”, Nina asked Tig. “We’ve been doing facetime”, Tig winked at her. “I don’t need any of Vicky’s girls, when I got a woman at home waiting for me”. “You thinking about putting a ring on that?”, Angel asked. “She wants to fully transition first”, Tig shrugged. “I told her, I don’t care, but it’s important to her”.

EZ came over with a tray of shots. “What’s this?”, Rat asked. “Mezcal”, EZ said, and shot a smirk at Nina. “In that case, I’m out”, she said. “Just plain old tequila, then?”, Creeper asked, and set down a full shot glass in front of her. Nina rolled her eyes, and picked up the glass; cheering with the bikers. “It is time for us to go, though”, Filip declared, once he’d finished his drink. “We have a business to run”. “Wouldn’t want the line in front of the shop get too long”, Angel smirked. “People need their ice-cream”. “We do milkshakes too”, Rat smiled brightly. The rest of the Sons laughed at their endearingly naïve brother, and got to their feet.

Saying goodbye was less melancholic this time around. Nina managed to avoid completely soaking Angel’s shirt, as she hid her face against his chest, after waving goodbye to her Charming brothers; when they drove off the lot. Chucky, on the other hand, had to take a few minutes to himself in the garage. Coco went after him, and they emerged moments later, with Chucky wiping his eyes, as Coco muttered encouraging words in his ear.

After they all went back inside, Bishop cleared his throat. “Yo. Listen up”, he barked. “It’s time to get back to business around here. We’ve got a few runs to prepare for, and the yard looks like shit”. “It’s a scrapyard, jefe”, Coco said. “It’s supposed to look that way”. “Let’s take the day off”, Taza said. “We can get back to it tomorrow”. Bishop grunted in agreement, and the Mayans all looked like excited frat boys. Creeper and Gilly got to work, calling in some hangarounds for an impromptu party.

Nina – tears dry, and peaceful at heart – got on her toes, and kissed Angel’s cheek. “You can stay… I’m not really in the mood for partying”, she muttered. Angel snaked an arm around her waist, and brushed his lips against his ear. “Nah… I’ll go with you. The only party I wanna go to, is in your panties”, he hummed. “You’re so eloquent”, Nina chuckled. “So elegant…”, Angel nodded, and squeezed her butt; before quietly leading her out the clubhouse.

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“Ow!”. “Sorry, mami… Maybe try turning the other way”. “My hair is stuck in the handlebars…”. “There… You’re free”. “Someone might see!”. “No, we’re good… Fuck! Don’t stop moving like that”. “Ok, yeah… Wow… Angel, please…”. “Fuck, yes! Put your foot on the fender… That’s right. Take it!”. “I’m so close… Angel!”. “You gonna come?”. “Uh huh… Holy, shit… Harder!”. “Me too… You feel so good…”. “Yes!”. “Oh fuck… I’m coming…! Ahh… Shit, I love you…”. “Te amo, papi… Wow. That was…”. “Uh huh…! I can’t believe we pulled it off…”. “Yeah… Now we just gotta figure out how to get your bike out of the front door again”.

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To be continued…

tags: @cole-winchester @doloreschanal

#angel reyes #angel reyes fic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes smut #mayans mc #mayans mc fic #ex reyes #coco cruz #sons of anarchy

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gingerequinoxe · 3 years

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First time I ever really make a post about it, well first time I ever really make a post at all, but I don’t know where to talk about it I don’t even know how I can talk about it. So here is my rant lol idk if there are ppl out there who can relate to that. This might not be perfect I’m French and tired lol.

I used to live as a trans man for a year and a half, and a bit more than one year ago (summer 2020) I realized it didn’t feel right anymore and decided to retransition. I know identify and live as a butch lesbian, and I use he/him and she/her pronouns, I mean I don’t really care (there’s no neutral pronouns in my language so yeah there’s that).

At the time I met a girl who quickly became a crush, then since it didn’t work out we decided to stay friends. We were super closed and we talked a lot, she was there for me and I was always there for me too. We both were in a difficult part of our lives ; she was facing so much violence because of her transition, and I at the time felt so unlovable. We trauma bonded a lot, that I admit. Few months later, I felt her drifting away for our friendship. I don’t know what happened : maybe it was work, maybe it was the fact that I met someone who’s now my lover. But it’s like she didn’t give me the time of the day, she didn’t wanna hang out with me anymore or talk about things that were going on in her life. I felt more and more abandoned and started to panic, bombing her with my anxiety and my friendship via text messages. I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I did my best at the time. Eventually we had a big fallout last July, and we took a two months break to think. We were supposed to have a coffee by the end of august to talk things.

That’s Hen started to act suuuuper weird. She was always posting super insulting things about butch lesbians on Twitter, especially on butches who were taking T or used to be taking T. She also was super critical of people who were dating people like me, she kept on making fun of Leslie Feinberg, pretending they were just « a man who thought they were a lesbian ». She also targeted my girlfriend, who is a femme lesbien, telling people she was a chaser and that she fetishized me.

We had few conversations about this and she told me she thought of me as just a straight trans man who didn’t wanna be perceived as such. She said I was just full of cissexism, and that I feared that I might loose my lover if I said I was a man. She made fun of me for that, saying I was a coward, that I was delusional. She even said that to me the night before my top surgery, telling me it was a proof I was just a man who didn’t want to leave lesbian spaces.

Problem is, I don’t pass as a man, I don’t wanna pass as a man, I don’t wanna be a man. I just hate my tits and got rid of them. I explained many times that i tried being a man, and it didn’t make me happy ; I’ve never been happier that this very moment where I’m a butch with no tits and a wonderful life to live. She kept on being super cynic and very dismissive of my feeling.

If I feel so down about this, it’s because I really trusted her and I don’t understand why things changed so fast. I loved her, I think I still do, and I don’t understand why she pretends like saying this to me is not that big of a deal - it’s just something we can « agree to disagree ». She is also someone I valued a lot, her perception of me was dear to my heart.

Now I don’t know what to thing ; I’m so sad and mad about what she said, but I also doubt my self. What if she’s right ? Could I be so clueless about it ? I’m afraid I’ve tricked my girlfriend into being with a man ; she’s a specialist on lesbian issues and publishes a lot about this. I don’t wanna hinder her success just because of the choices I’ve made. I’m so sure I am a lesbian, so happy to be butch, so proud to be part of that legacy. People, especially close friends like her, throwing this to me makes it so hard for me.

I’ve never been one to talk shit about the trans community after my retransition and I will always fight the TERF rhetoric that only harms us as a community. I still feel close to my trans brothers and sisters, but i just don’t feel like I’m a trans man. I’m a proud butch lesbian, and I love being a dyke.

I just needed a space to rant and to be sad, I guess. Thank you if you read this, and don’t hesitate to interact if you feel drawn to my experience. Much love and sympathy to everyone around me.

⚠️ Men (in this context, especially cis), TERFs, SWERFs, don’t interact !!!!!! ⛔️

#butch #butch lesbian #butch problems #butch pride #lesbian #nonbinary #ftm detransition #detrans ftm #detrans lesbian #detransition #detrans butch #stone butch

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nomoregoldfish · 3 years

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I Promised You The Moon rant

Just binged it and this was from the episode by episode reaction/discussion with my partner in crime @glossyboy.

First of all, Oab stole the show, singlehandedly, which he's not supposed to. I don't think anyone expected it including himself. In the very top post when I searched his name on tumblr, he said this lol

But the truth is he played one hell of "villain" that required a very nuanced performance and he delivered it in a believable and graceful manner. Jai became the catalyst of the entire season and his rather complicated relationship with Teh was the highlight of part 2.

EP 1

From the very beginning it's clear that part 2 is very much a Teh's story rather than a balanced story about two young people's journey as a couple in the next chapter of their lives. It makes me uncomfortable they made Oh-aew clingy and pessimistic without giving him any character development.

The best part is probably the opening scene where they went paper-rock-scissors to decide who's gonna buy condoms. It felt authentic, the expectation, the hesitation, the mischievous act, all fits their characters well. Other times ep 1 was more like two adult kids playing house, literally in an empty giant ass upper middle class apartment.

EP 2

It's great that they poked the femininity vs. masculinity issue through Oh-aew, but stopped right there at the surface. Missed a perfect opportunity to go head-to-head with the controversial topic, start a debate, crush the stigma of femininity, bring something new, be a real game changer of the BL genre, and most importantly give Oh-aew some concrete character development. Part 1 showed us a gay character that's very comfortable with his sexuality and femininity, that's almost revolutionary in Asia, not as a comic relief but a leading role. Oh-aew questioned his own sexual identity once in that bra wearing scene, it's straight out of comfort zone, BOLD, and transgressive. So I expected more from part 2.

That's it? And they're already sophomores? Can't believe Oh-aew's character has been marginalized like this. It's pathetic.

But I love the brutally honest conversation at the end where Teh vented his rage and despair regarding his frustration of acting. He was acting like a dick because he's disappointed, and scared. Teh again was not afraid of showing vulnerability, making the reconciliation very realistic and touching.

EP 3

Dare I say I freaking love ep 3! The unresolved (partially sexual, but not entirely) tension between Teh and Jai was over the roof! And the built-up to their kiss was very authentic, which paled Teh and Oh-aew's much sidelined storyline, including the long anticipated sex scene (still can't believe it happened right after Jai explicitly instructed Teh to do it after the two spent a whole night bonding, like wow! Totally TRANSGRESSIVE and to some extent, kinky.) Teh looked up to the senior, idolized him, wanted to be good for him and make him proud, thirsted for the validation from him, which was mixed with affections. The workshop diary was a brilliant idea to let them open up to each other and eventually bring them close. This was what a meaningful arc of a story looked like. By contrast, there isn't a single moment between Oh-aew and Teh in part 2 that made me go "Damn it's soooooo hot!"

I know Jai/Teh wasn't the endgame but I appreciate the storyline so much. It's a very bold move considering it broke the over-glorified "one true love in one's life" fantasy of its target audience, mostly young cis women. The popular narrative of "you can only love one person through your life/one true love" in romance fictions/chick flicks was totally smashed. And it wasn't written just to stir up things between Teh and Oh-aew, it wasn't a silly fling. Instead, it's meaningful, complicated, natural, and realistic, delivered by nuanced and excellent acting from two young actors. It's hilarious that fans hate Jai with a passion and call him names.

And big news, Jai is bi?! Bravo! He's radiating bi vibes since his first appearance.

I kind of gave up at this point, the season wouldn't do Oh-aew any justice. Like my partner in crime pointed out, the costume design literally threw some "incongruous female fashion pieces" on Oh-aew, made him dye his hair red, without...making any actual point of his personality or his character development. Wardrobe was supposed to make a point in storytelling. Yes, PP wearing pink is cute, and? There's nothing else for Oh-aew. Unfortunately he's reduced to this sulky, crying, and wronged partner in a failing relationship.

EP 4

Oab again was killing it. The tension between Jai and Teh...from the rehearsal in front of Oh-aew to the dressing room pep talk, was incredibly intense and hot AF.

Was it a manipulative relationship after all? Oab was so good at conveying a character with many faces. Jai's a mentor to Teh, also a good friend, their relationship was genuine. He's also ambitious with his own goals, he used, challenged, provoked Teh in a way that benefited them both. It made sense the title of part 2, I Promised You The Moon, was from Jai's script. He promised Teh what the junior wanted the most, a bright future in acting. Teh's unconventional and unspoken feelings for Jai was the best part of the entire season in terms of creative writing, it's complicated, fragile, delicate and completely heartbreaking.

The after talk in the hallway was so well-written. It's funny (Teh joking about playwrights always write about their EXs is gold), intimate yet meticulously controlled, no one lashed out or wept. Both knew what they signed up for and Jai particularly made it clear about his motive and the purpose of the "special workshop" beforehand (or right away.) Yet it's no one's fault that Teh got carried away. He's younger, he's immature, he's more into it, it's totally natural. It's so romantic when Teh's singing karaoke in the bar with Oh-aew, yet he couldn't help but desperately staring at Jai on the floor, knowing he and the man who just turned him down were never gonna happen, they were done, but he's still madly attracted to him and his talent. He fancied Jai, at least the idea of Jai, a playwright, a director, someone knew him better than himself. That hurt beautifully.

EP 5

Teh/Oh-aew endgame at this point was pretty meaningless. Oh-aew as a leading character never got any solid character development over a span of four years. What happened between Jai and Teh wasn't just "cheating", though they surely made it look that way, like Teh's empty promise of "I won't see him again after the show ends". No matter how Oh-aew and Teh eventually reconciled, there's no emotional connection, no sparkle anymore between the couple.

But I knew for a fact they had to. Otherwise it's too much of a risk financially for the series. The creators had to take the easy way out like most traditional romances—one of the most contrived and formulaic trope where the male leading character made a mistake (usually cheating) and realized he's wrong, he deeply hurt the female leading character (Oh-aew was merely a girl substitute in part 2), then he completely changed for hell knew what reasons, started doing every nicest thing in the world to try to "win" the female character back. It has been feeding the emotionally-deprived cis female readers/audience who are frustrated with heterosexual relationship irl for decades. The formula that made romance outsell other genres of fictions combined in the 60s and 70s still sells today, under the name of boys' love. It's pathetic to see Oh-aew confess to Bas that he always "lost" to Teh. Love shouldn't be some kind of game or competition, there isn't winner or loser in love. Love is spontaneous. Oh-aew didn't lose because Teh developed feelings for someone else, and he didn't win when Teh begged him for reconciliation. People change, people move on.

And as predicted, they went for it. The ending was so absurd and tedious.

Overall, Jai's probably the hardest villain to play, he needed to be REALLY GOOD to be "the bad guy", to make his role conceivable. Oab absolutely nailed it with his talent and experience. He's not even my type or extremely good looking yet I'm 100% SOLD. I immediately re-watched the scene of him kissing Teh back hungrily at the end of ep 3 like I used to re-watch Teh/Oh-aew's steamy make out session at the end of episode 3 part 1. Coincidence?

I like some parts of both seasons for the same reason, each challenged and tried to break some outdated/contrived narratives in the BL genre. Part 1 took on the sexuality taboo by showing two same sex characters sexually attracted to each other, no more "I'm not into boys, I just happened to fall for someone of the same gender" or "pure love" bullshit. By staying true to the characters' sexuality and actually showing it with explicit, intense (and beautifully shot) scenes, the gay characters were normalized. They weren't just pure and innocent, no one was. And it created two of most unconventional gay characters in Asian pop culture, Oh-aew, a beautiful boy who's very comfortable with his own sexuality and femininity, not passive at all, taking initiative to pursue what he wanted; and Teh, a sensitive, caring and vulnerable boy who cried a lot, he's confused but also sweet and brave.

Part 2 tackled the "You can only love one person through your life" trope with a very nuanced story of "cheating". Yet neither carried out what they started. Part 1 fell short of a revolutionary piece that stayed true to "adolescent sexual turmoil", dismissing bisexuality and becoming a typical unrealistic BL fantasy in the end. And Part 2, ugh, forced a "happy ending" that almost no one digs. I understand it's extremely difficult and risky to disrupt the established norms of a genre. But sometimes being transgressive and progressive could be the same thing. A story, an artwork, has to challenge something in order to create something new and compelling.

#i promise you the moon #i told sunset about you #ipytm #oab oabnithi #billkin #pp krit #rant post #asian lgbtq dramas #lgbtq #i promised you the moon

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Dark Days (Rhys&Tim)

Okay so I wrote this one-shot of Timothy going to work for Atlas after being rescued from the casino and forming a friendship with Rhys, and I felt like dabbling in that AU a bit tonight. So here, have a non-proofread one-shot of Rhys being a good friend to Timothy!! (I’m functioning with half a brain cell tonight, pls excuse any typos)

Rhys had been a bit hesitant about hiring Jack’s doppelganger at first, but he had to admit, he was grateful the vault hunters brought Timothy here after rescuing him from the casino.

Even now, he gathered up the paperwork from his most recent presentation- paperwork Tim had put together for him at the cost of another all-nighter. All the information was thorough and well-researched though, and Rhys’ potential investors had been impressed.

Rhys would have to find some way to thank Tim. A day off, maybe? Though Tim never seemed to enjoy them, despite all his complaining about work.

Something else, then. Maybe it’d be better to just ask Tim what he wanted. He didn’t seem to care much for a pay raise or vacation time, so that always left Rhys a bit puzzled on how to reward him for his hard work at Atlas.

Rhys’ ECHO pinged with a new message. He finished putting his paperwork together before taking the ECHO and checking the message from Zer0.

Zer0: Went by your office/Timothy had your booze out/Better go stop him

Zer0: :(

Rhys’ heart sank at the message. Tim had struggled to adjust at first, always jumpy and on-edge after everything he’d been through. But over time, he’d settled in and even seemed to thrive a bit, becoming a good friend to Rhys.

Still, from time to time, he had his dark days. There were days, rare as they were becoming, where Rhys or Zer0 would find Tim drowning himself in whatever booze he could manage to pinch from Rhys’ office.

It was hard to catch him before he got too shitfaced. He knew their schedules well enough to sneak his way in with enough time to get through the majority of a bottle before he was found.

Zer0 must’ve gone off his schedule for the day to find him so early. Rhys hurried out of the meeting room, connecting a feed to his assistant.

“Hey, cancel my next meeting. Something came up,” he said. “Possibly the meetings for the rest of the day. And send the biggest bottle of ibuprofen you can find to my office.”

He thought he might need it more than Tim. Rather safe than sorry when it came to dealing with Tim’s dark days.

Rhys understood them, though. He’d been a Hyperion employee, after all. He knew the work environment even without Jack breathing down your neck. He couldn’t imagine working directly for Jack, being forced into non consensual surgeries to alter your body and personality, and then being locked in a casino for seven years with angry victims trying to kill you the whole time. No one was surprised that Tim’s mental health took sharp turns for the worst some days.

The worst part was that Rhys didn’t even know what triggered these moods in Tim. Once Tim sobered up, he didn’t like to talk about it, just laughing it off and assuring it wouldn’t happen again, the lie easy on his tongue every time.

Rhys reached his office, out of breath from hurrying along. He made a mental note to put exercise equipment in his office so this stopped happening, recalled how horrifyingly buff Vaughn had become after doing that, and scratched the idea.

He pushed on the door, but it was locked. Tim must’ve realized Zer0 saw him in here.

Rhys put in the passcode and the door opened. Tim didn’t look up from where he sat at Rhys’ desk, drink in hand.

“Well, at least you didn’t drink straight from the bottle this time. You know that grosses me out,” Rhys said, shutting the door.

“You’re out of breath. You should exercise more, Mr. CEO,” Tim said, staring down at the nearly empty glass of whiskey. He reached out and filled it back up.

Rhys put his hand over it as Tim started to lift it towards his mouth. He glanced at the bottle, relieved to see he’d gotten here before Tim got too deep into it.

“You have a meeting,” Tim said.

“I cancelled it,” Rhys said. He sat in the chair across from Tim. “What’s wrong, Timothy?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Just unwinding after a long day. We’ve done it before.”

Rhys usually tried to avoid having drinks with Tim when he could, not wanting to encourage this exact behavior. “Not often.”

“Go have your meeting, Rhys.” Tim sounded exhausted. “I’m fine. I’ll only have one or two, I promise.”

“Don’t lie,” Rhys said sharply. “Not to me, Timothy. Please.”

Tim looked pained for a moment. “Right. Sorry.”

“Is it because I overworked you?” Rhys said anxiously. Had he been pushing Tim too hard? Tim always insisted he didn’t mind the all-nighters so long as he got to take it easy the next day and break for a nap if he wanted to. But what if that was a lie? What if Rhys was taking advantage of Tim?

“What? No,” Tim said in surprise. “No, Rhys, I’m not overworked. I mean, yea, paperwork sucks. But it’s not…” He shook his head. “No, I’m not. I swear. Seriously, you’re the only boss I know who gives me the greenlight to nap whenever I feel like it.”

“Then...what?” Rhys said, feeling lost. For as close as he and Tim had gotten, he sometimes felt so distant from the other man.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Tim abandoned the drink, a bit reluctantly, and gestured to the door. “You want to grab lunch since you cancelled your meeting?”

“You’re deflecting,” Rhys said. He knew he shouldn’t push Tim, but he was worried about his friend. “Timothy, you can trust me. I just want to help.”

“I’m fine,” Tim said, smiling. It was so genuine looking that only the anxious twitch of his fingers gave him away.

“You don’t have to be fine,” Rhys said. “You can be upset. I’m your friend, Timothy. I’m not going to judge you for having hard days with what you went through.”

“Dammit, Rhys, I said I’m fine,” Tim snapped, his tone that gruff, angry one Jack got. His eyes widened at his own outburst and he raked a shaking hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Rhys got up. Tim hung his head miserably.

Instead of leaving, though, Rhys went around the desk and put his arms around Tim. Tim jerked in surprise.

“Is this okay?” Rhys said nervously.

“It’s weird,” Tim said, but he was smiling weakly. “Definitely weird.”

“But not bad?”

“No, not bad. Awkward, but not bad.”

“Bring it in, big guy.”

“Sure, dad.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, but was relieved when Tim actually hugged him back. For as comfortable as he’d gotten around here, he was still very weird about physical contact. Rhys, who was a known hugger, always thought of it as a win when Tim let him get close like this.

He hugged him for a long moment before slowly pulling away. “Better?”

“Only if you ruffle my hair and call me sport,” Tim said, snickering when Rhys whacked him in the arm.

Rhys sat on the desk, facing Tim. “Timothy, I’m serious. I worry about you. I know you don’t do it often anymore, but it still worries me and Zer0 when you binge drink like this. It’s not a good way to deal with things. We’re your friends, and we just want to help you.”

“I’m dealing with it,” Tim said.

“Drinking yourself into a blackout isn’t a good way to deal with it,” Rhys said.

Tim pressed the heels of his palms to his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so goddamn weak. I’m sorry!”

Rhys grabbed his cybernetic hand, not wanting him to hurt himself with it. “You are not weak. I couldn’t even make it from my meeting to my office without running out of breath.”

Tim didn’t take the bait for a joke. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“They asked me to go with them. That’s all it took to make me- Oh, fuck, Rhys, every time I think I’m getting better, I end up here,” he said, his voice raw with pain.

Rhys put a hand on his shoulder. “Who asked you to go with them?”

Tim swallowed hard and opened his eyes, staring at his cybernetic hand. “The guys I was working on that prototype proposal with. They were going to a c-casino.” His breath hitched on the word and he curled his fingers against his palm, looking torn that he couldn’t actually feel any of it. “And it was like I was suddenly back there. I couldn’t escape the thoughts. I tried. I really did. But it gets too much and I can’t stop it. I don’t know how else to make it stop.”

Rhys pulled him close again. “You’re not weak for that. You were locked in there for seven years, constantly in fear for your life. You’ve done an incredible job healing yourself after everything. It’s okay if some wounds never go away.”

“I want to be better,” he whispered.

Rhys pushed his shoulders back and looked into Tim’s eyes. The milky white of his blind one was always disconcerting, and it reminded Rhys of just how much horror and pain he’d endured from Jack.

“Timothy, stop being so hard on yourself. You let me hug you twice just now. When you first came here, you wouldn’t even let me high-five you. You didn’t even shake my hand when the vault hunters introduced us. You couldn’t bear to let anyone touch you because you thought they’d hurt you. You are better. I see it, even if you don’t. I’m proud of how far you’ve come,” he said.

Tim wiped at his eyes. “I can’t decide if you sound like a dad or a therapist. I’ve never had either in my life, so I need a little more time to sort that one out.”

Rhys laughed a little. “I’m being serious, Timothy. Stop pushing yourself so hard. We can find other ways when it gets to be too much. But you have to let me help you. I want to help you. You’re my friend. You’re also my employee, and I owe you a thanks for all your hard work. So pick any reward you want and it’s yours.”

Tim glanced at the unfinished whiskey. But then he looked back to Rhys.

“Can we get pizza and watch a movie tonight? That’s all I want,” he said.

Rhys took out his ECHO and connected the feed to his secretary. “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.”

“I said tonight!” Tim said.

“You wanted to get lunch though, right? Let’s go have lunch and then take a walk around the city,” Rhys said. “I need the exercise and you need the air. Then pizza and movie it is.”

“Thank you, Rhys,” Tim said quietly. “I’m still debating on the whole dad or therapist thing, but you’re definitely my friend. Probably the best one I’ve ever had.”

“I’m...not entirely sure there was much competition,” Rhys said.

Tim grinned, just a little. “What, you don’t think my Elpis companions were tough to beat for that spot?”

“Not at all. Still, I’m glad to hear it,” Rhys said, getting up and holding a hand out to Tim.

Tim grabbed it and allowed Rhys to haul him to his feet. They left the whiskey on the desk, both knowing Zer0 would take care of it because he didn’t like to see Tim binge drink.

Rhys put a hand on Tim’s shoulder as they left the office. Tim didn’t even tease him or shrug him off; he found himself relieved at the contact, to be honest.

He was still struggling with adjusting after what he’d been through. But Rhys was always patient, and he meant it when he said Rhys was the best friend he’d ever had. He couldn’t be more grateful to have Rhys by his side, especially on his dark days.

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rosettahart · 3 years

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Glass-says: Chapter 16

Chapter 1, Chapter 15

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Summary: Princey and Anxiety finally meet in person to their knowledge and everything's going well… until it's not.

Warnings: Brief mention if Disownment.

Chapter 16

Roman smiled down at Virgil, still holding him. "I thought you said you weren't much of a crier." He teased.

Virgil pulled away to scoff lightly at his friend. "Says the one with wet cheeks."

"Hey, yours are equally as wet, Crying Purple People Heater." Roman returned.

"People Heater, huh?" Virgil brushed the few tears away from his face.

Roman grimaced. "Yeah… not one of my greater nicknames, but you're cuddlier than I thought you'd be."

"So… we actually going to do any dancing or what, Princey?"

"Right, yeah." Roman nodded.

They both placed their right hands against the others back, chuckling awkwardly as they both pulled away.

"Do you-" They both started before Roman cleared his throat.

"Do you want to lead or do you want me to lead?"

"Maybe you should lead, you're… taller than me." Virgil decided, resting his one hand on Roman's shoulder and taking his hand.

"You know short people can lead too." Roman returned with a smirk.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "I'm not that short."

Roman slowly led Virgil around the clear space of the gym, his eyes staying on Virgil as he did. "You clean up well."

"You have nothing else to compare this to."

"Except the mad emo vibes you're giving off with the dark purples and blacks, Purple Day."

"And you aren't dripping with your own princely vibes with your gold mask, Princey?" Virgil shot back amusedly.

"I'm taking that as a compliment, that is what I was going for." Roman grinned, twirling Virgil.

Virgil had to catch himself against Roman as he was pulled back towards him, he chuckled awkwardly, his eyes flickering up to Roman's for a second, a light blush gracing his pale cheeks. "I didn't think you'd actually come." He admitted.

Roman's expression became one of deep sincerity, tipping Virgil's head up with his hand like straight out of a scene from a movie. "For you I would be anywhere in a heartbeat."

Virgil softly pushed Roman's hand away, hiding his face again. "Shoulda expected you'd be this corny."

Roman smiled.

Virgil glanced around the gym for a moment to give his face a little bit of time to recover, turning back to Roman. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you would never ask." Roman chuckled, eagerly pulling Virgil towards the doors out into the hallway, eyes flickering back to him with a smirk. "Have anywhere you would like to go? I could give you a tour of the school. I do happen to know my way around the place quite well."

Virgil paused, stopping Roman with him. "You do?"

"Well I would hope so I have been coming here for a couple years now. I know which classes go on in which rooms and who teaches what and what plays and musicals they've done each year since I've been here in order." Roman listed off confidently. "I could also-"

"I go here."

"-tell you-" Roman stopped talking mid sentence, going over what Virgil had just said, trying to process it and raising his eyes to meet Virgil's after looking him over more carefully. "We've been texting each other when we've actually been going to the same school?" He chuckled in disbelief, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the ceiling. How had they not become friends offline already? Even if it was a big school they would have had to bump into each other before now, right?

"Ci?"

Roman glanced back down to Virgil, starting in surprise to see the mask removed from his face, held in one hand, his head lowered.

Virgil peered up at Roman while rubbing his arm. "I'm-"

"Virgil? You're- you're…?" Roman had to get closer just to be certain, taking Virgil's head into his hands and tilting it up further.

"Anxiety." Virgil nodded, clearing his throat and awkwardly pulling his face away with a light blush. "So… you recognize me?"

Roman dropped his hands. Virgil was Anxiety? Anxiety was Virgil? The guy he had been texting, his best friend, his crush… He was the same guy who had avoided him for over a year? Who had been hesitant to become his friend. Who-

Roman took a shaky step back away from Virgil. -who knew his parents disowned him. Who was letting him stay at his place out of pity… Who had already seen him at his worst.

"Princey? Princey, you okay?" Virgil took hold of Roman's upper arms to keep him steady. "Can you look at me and take in a deep breath for me?"

Roman quickly shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. The one guy he couldn't quite win over was the one he'd been waiting to meet and charm for almost five years now? He opened his eyes, eyebrows pinching together in distress as he began to distance himself from Virgil, moving towards the exit, growing faster and faster in his movements.

Virgil followed quickly after him, trying to grab his arm to stop him. "Ci, wait!" He pushed himself to pick up speed only to trip over his own feet, catching himself on his hands and knees. Shaking his head and hitting the floor with a clenched fist. What did he do wrong? How had he messed this up? Why wasn't he smart enough to figure this out? He pushed himself back up to his feet, swiping an arm across his eyes. What if Princey got hurt out there in his current state? He could get run over or he could get into a car accident or any number of things all because of him. All because of something he had to have done wrong. He hurried to the theatre, throwing one of the doors open. This was all his fault.

Roman peeked his head out from behind the curtain of the shower, turning and lowering his head so Logan could get a better look at it. "Is it all out now?"

"There are still a few patches of dye on the left side of your head behind your ear." Logan sighed, watching Roman's face as it disappeared again and turning his back to the shower. "Though I do not understand how it is that Virgil did not recognize you, you are the one who is stupid for not expecting Virgil to react as he did."

"I am not stupid." Roman argued tiredly, stepping out after Logan could not find any traces of the temporary dye left and covering himself up with one towel as he dried his hair with another. "I merely was not thinking about how he would because I was-"

"Because you were running away because you assumed he'd reject you as soon as he knew it was you behind your mask." Logan interrupted, pinching his nose. "You did not even stop to consider how badly Virgil might take it with you rushing out of the school after having just removed his mask."

Roman pulled on his white t-shirt, hanging up the towels to dry. "Yeah, that might look bad but-"

Logan turned around to face Roman with a glare, arms folded. "It did look bad, Roman, there are a limited amount of scenarios that Virgil could come up with of why you left him as promptly as you did with no explanation. None of those scenarios are good."

Roman pushed past him, grabbing the hamper of clothes with him out of the room to wash so Virgil wouldn't stumble upon his tux. He rolled his eyes, stepping out of the bathroom. "I'm sure he'll be fine, he has Patton with him to help calm him down." He gestured down the stairs when he heard the garage door being opened and closed. "See, fi-" He shut up when he got a glance down the stairs.

Patton was holding Virgil's mask and vest in his hands, not that Roman could see him without the glasses and in front of the floating fabric was Virgil.

Virgil's top few buttons of his shirt were undone, his sleeves bunched up over his arms unevenly, but what caught Roman's attention the most was his face. His eye shadow was smeared down his cheeks, his eyes… His eyes were red and puffy, clearly from crying if the few dried streaks down to his chin were anything to go by. He held one hand over his face as he passed Logan and Roman without a word, not even sparing a glance at them as he climbed up the stairs to the attic, shutting the trap door behind him.

Patton paused in front of Logan and Roman, glancing between the attic and two of them. "Hey, Logan... I thought you said you needed to get home."

Logan adjusted his glasses, taking the vest from Patton and folding it up, setting the mask on top. "I was going to but then I realized that it was rude of me to leave you to help Virgil on your own so I requested Roman to bring me here to wait for the two of you to return. I am sorry that I left you so abruptly."

Patton smiled. "Awe, you didn't have to come, Lo, but thanks, I'm glad you did."

Logan gave a curt nod, moving up the stairs and pushing the trap door open, leaving Patton and Roman behind.

Roman kept his eyes on the attic, rubbing his arms with a guilty look on his face.

"Kiddo? Are you okay?" Patton rested a hand on his arm.

Roman lowered his arms, picking the laundry hamper back up and entering his room. "Yeah, I'm good Padre, you should go and check back up on Virgil."

Patton hesitated, not quite believing Roman, but still worried about Virgil. "Okay… If you need me you know where to find me."

"'Kay. Night, Pat."

"Goodnight, Roman." Patton returned, watching as Roman shut the door and moved over to his bed, burying his face in his pillow with a sigh.

"I'm an idiot."

Patton reached a hand out, grimacing when he heard Logan call for him. He dropped his hand, he'd have to comfort Roman later, right now Virgil needed him more even if it did hurt to leave one of his kiddos like this. He turned to leave, glancing back at Roman. "No you're not."

"Patton?" Roman looked up, remembering he still wasn't wearing his glasses he just laid back down when no one replied, curling up and grabbing his phone sending a message to Virgil.

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Chapter 17

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simpcircus · 4 years

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We meet again (M)

Pairing: Solomon x reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: In which you and your childhood friend, Solomon were reunited thanks to the exchange program.

Warning: Smut

A / N: My first OM fic on this blog is literally a smut-

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"Hey you there"

Your eyes darted to the direction of the voice, only to see a man standing not too far off from the spot you were standing at. With hesitation lingering in your chest, you pointed to yourself questioningly.

"That's right, I'm talking to you; the human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much."

While his words sounded like a light insult to your pride, you couldn't care less at the moment. At least he 'saved' you from those demons who were planning to eat you earlier.

Your eyes studied the stranger's features as he approached you - silver hair, pale skin and mischief lying underneath his friendly gaze. His appearance and the way he carried himself brought a sense of familiarity to you, but you weren't sure if it was just your brain playing tricks.

You were completely unaware of the defensive and cautious look you had on your face while you were eyeing him. The stranger, who had noticed how tense you were, let out a laugh.

"What's with that look? There's no need to be suspicious of me."

Unfortunately for him, you weren't the type to be easily convinced with just words. If anything, it had only made you feel a stronger urge to be more wary of this man. However, you still couldn't shake off the weird feeling in your chest. It felt like you've met him somewhere before.. but where? When?

He caught you slightly off guard when he held up your red d.d.d, a handsome smile was visible on his face. "This is yours, right? You dropped it on the floor."

As suspicious as he is, you couldn't dismiss the fact that he was quite good looking. Taking away your d.d.d from his hand, you returned your eyes to his. "Thank you" you said but it came out as a murmur.

"My name's Solomon. I'm an exchange student from the human world, just like you."

Solomon..

Now where have you heard that name before?

Solomon.

Shiny silver hair, that scheming look he had on his face, his blue eyes which had a hint of gold..

No doubt that was him. There's no way in hell that it wasn't him.

Your eyes widened as your stare intensified, lips parting in an 'o' shape out of sudden realization. "Hold on. I believe we know each other. I'm (y/n). Does my name ring a bell in your head?"

Solomon broke into another laughter, but it was softer than before. "Of course, (y/n). It's the only reason why I approached you. Long time no see."

(10 years ago)

"Hey Solomon, help me out here."

"I'm busy"

You let out a huff out of frustration as you glared at the boy for not wanting to help you with your math homework. You have been struggling with a question about rotation for almost fifteen minutes now and your friend couldn't care less to help you.

Groaning, you slammed your pencil againts the table. "There's too much homework and flipping shapes is too hard!" Your whine didn't seem to bother him at all as he kept focusing on his own homework.

Holding up your math book to show him the question you're stuck at, your eyes were now fixed on him. "How do I flip this shape three times in my head?"

Your persistency on getting him to help you has finally paid off, as Solomon looked up from his book and rested his chin in his palm. "Just turn it"

Annoyance was now present in your senses as you shot him another glare. It's not that he was fazed by your glare at all. After hanging around each other for so long, he had gotten used to your glares.

"You're turning me crazy, Solo." you spoke, venom dripping from your tone.

Solomon only proceeded to let out a short laugh after seeing your annoyance. Of course, there was nothing better than to tease you and watch how annoyed you were with his shenanigans.

"I'm serious! If you can't flip it in your head, just turn it." he said, his lips stretching into a grin. You knew him too well to know that he wasn't being completely serious, but at the moment, you were too desperate to solve the math question.

"Turn it.." You muttered under your breath before standing up while still holding the book. Ignoring all the hesitation in your chest, you turned your head along with the book towards the same direction.

Well that definitely didn't help you to find the answer at all.

Solomon was already rolling on the floor of your room, laughing at you. You were staring at him in disbelief after you stood back straight again. How dare he laugh at you when you were in a dire state.

"You're supposed to turn your book, not your head!" Your friend wiped off a small tear from his right eye after he was finished laughing. You were still in confusion as you looked at the question with furrowed eyebrows. Solomon sighed softly before urging you to return to your seat in front of him. "Here, I'll teach you."

Time passed rather quickly as you focused on his teaching, finally understanding the true method on how to solve the question. A satisfied grin made its way to your face as you slammed the math book close before pulling out another homework.

"You really love to slam things, don't you?" Solomon's frown earned a chuckle from your throat as you turned your attention to the outside of your window.

Not too far off from your apartment, there was a commotion with paramedics rushing out of the ambulances. Bypassers were gathering around as they watched the unfortunate incident unfold. "There's an accident."

"Do your homework (y/n)" Solomon's voice interrupted you but you were more interested in the current commotion. Broadcast station cars were rushing into the scene as their reporters tried to collect as much information as they could. You watch as the paramedics struggled to save severely injured victims of the car accident while their relatives wailed in agony and worry. Your heart felt pain for them as you kept watching, but that was until something else caught your attention.

"There's two." you said, without providing any context.

If Solomon wasn't distracted by you earlier, now he is. Your words sparked curiosity in his chest as he turned to look at you. "What?"

You watched the two figures intently, light radiating from their glowing humanoid bodies. However, one of them doesn't look as pleasant. The light radiating off from their body was crimson red. It's eyes were black, reminding you of an abyss that one wouldn't wish to fall into.

Your silence had caused Solomon to walk over to your side at the window as he looked outside. He knew something was off if you weren't answering his question. As he looked outside, he could only see the accident. Nothing too unusual.

"The deceased have arrived.." You said with a low voice.

He removed his gaze from the scene to look at you with concern written all over his face. He was aware that you have the ability to see things others couldn't and sometimes, he had to admit that it worried him.

"There's two and one of them is really scary. It looked so.. evil." your eyes never left the evil spirit but Solomon was caught off guard when you suddenly pulled him to the floor with you to duck and hide from the window.

"Ouch you could've just warned me next time.. What's up with that anyway?" he frowned, groaning in pain as you got off from his back to sit up. "That was close." you sighed in relief.

Solomon was still confused as he sat up, blue eyes never leaving your face."It's bad to lock eyes with an evil spirit - even if it was by accident and you're unaware of it. My grandfather said that misfortune will befall you if you lock eyes with one. What's worse is that it'll stick to you like glue and they'll also try to take you to the afterlife with them."

You were shivering at your own explanation. You would always get goosebumps at the thought of accidentally locking eyes with an evil spirit. Your friend was now silent, his facial expression turned into a thoughtful look as he absorbed the newfound information.

"Interesting.." he murmured while holding his chin, his gaze was now on the floor. Solomon doesn't seem to be affected by fear at all, contrary to you.

"You shouldn't go home alone tonight. I'll walk with you. We couldn't risk having the evil spirit I saw earlier attack you!" You quickly said, gaining his attention once more. At least you could help him avoid the entity if they ever run into one while he's on his way home.

Solomon only nodded at her offer. While he knew that he was perfectly capable of using magic to defend himself, having someone to look out for him would be much better. Of course, his magic wasn't powerful enough to do obscure things considering his current age and experience, but it has been really useful for his own safety.

"You know what (y/n)? I envy you." Well that was something that had shocked you to the core. Solomon, out of people, envy you? Your eyebrow raised in a questioning manner as your eyes searched for an explanation to his jealousy.

"You? Envy me? It should be the other way around, Solomon. You know so much about magic at your age and you're academically so smart to be compared to me"

Your comment only earned yourself a chuckle from him as he shook his head. "You don't get it, don't you? That's okay. I think I should be off now since it was getting late." He said, packing his bag before standing up to take his leave. "Are you coming?"

"Of course"

(Present)

"I still can't believe that we got reunited under the weirdest circumstance." You sighed, crossing your arms as Solomon sat in front of you. The two of you have been hanging around each other a lot ever since your unexpected encounter at the hallway that day.

His room in the Purgatory Hall was the perfect hangout spot, considering the fact that no one was there to interrupt you. The House of Lamentation and RAD weren't exactly great options, since the demon brothers were always around you. Sometimes, the two of you would go around for a walk in the city if you're really up to it.

"You were expecting for a more dramatic reunion, don't you?" He wasn't wrong at all though. All these years when the two of you were separated, you have been daydreaming for a really dramatic reunion - be it accidentally meeting each other in college or running into each other in some random cafe.

"You know me, Solo. What's life without a little bit of cheesy-out-of-the-drama scenes anyway?" Your usage of his old nickname gave Solomon a strange, warm feeling in his heart.

You were the one who had come up with that nickname and you had no idea how protective he was towards it. The only person he wouldn't mind calling him as 'Solo' was you. Obviously he wouldn't tell you about it anytime soon.

"I believe that our reunion in Devildom is actually quite wonderful. We're probably the first human pair who had the chance to reunite in hell before our deaths."

You can tell that he was slightly amused with the fact that you two did reunite in hell. "I do remember how you yelled at me about wanting to kill me and meet again in hell" he said, laughing at the memory.

"Hey that was only because you angered me. How can I not get angry when you used my last cookie for some magic experiment.." You pouted. "The worst part? You transformed the cookie into a roach. A ROACH, Solomon. You know how much I hate them."

You remember the nightmare of having a huge cockroach flying around your room as soon as Solomon said a spell out loud to your last chocolate chip cookie. It was one of the most horrible things that had ever happened in your life.

"But I did rescue you that day, am I correct?" He smirked, reminding you of how terrified you were, to the point of clinging onto him while yelling out for help. The memory brought a light flush on your cheeks as you looked away from him while cringing in embarrassment.

"Alright stop reminding me about it already." You groaned in annoyance, shooting a glare towards your friend. Solomon only chuckled, just as you expected. This man was never afraid of your glares and death stares.

"You're just the same (y/n) that I knew from back then, but I'll have to admit that you've become more smarter to be compared to before- ow ow-"

Your eyes were gleaming with fury as you tackled him down to the floor. Your hands were pinching both of his cheeks in a rough manner (but not rough enough to the point of bruising him) while ignoring his complaints about how painful it was. "You dare to call me stupid? I'm not going to let you get away from this, Solomon!"

He hissed in pain before using his strength to flip you over, your roles were quick to exchange since he was the one at the top now. You didn't even realize when or how he had pulled your hands away from his cheeks, only to hold them tightly above your head. "What are you going to do about it then, undertaker ?"

It was an old, playful nickname he had given you for your ability to see and communicate with spirits of the deceased. You were in awe that he would still remember about it, but your current position on the floor wasn't letting your head to work really well.

His face was inches away from yours, the mischievous smirk he had on his face suddenly looked way more attractive than it was before. You could feel his breath on your skin due to how close you two were. His facial expression was unreadable, yet it almost looked like he was challenging you to do something.

Solomon knows that you're not the type to back off from a challenge.

Especially when it's a challenge from him.

Your own lips stretched into a smirk to rival his, showcasing your confidence towards his unspoken challenge. Without giving him any warning, you closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

You've noticed the way he stared at you during class before. You've noticed the light blush on his cheeks whenever you tease him. Hell, Asmo had told you enough about how Solomon was basically pining after you. His light flirtings didn't go unnoticed by you as well.

The man was in shock as he froze in his position, his face turned red. His mind was screaming, yearning for him to succumb into the temptation of kissing you back but his body wouldn't respond the way he wanted to.

You, his childhood friend and crush, was kissing him. He has been waiting for years to steal your kiss but now that he had finally gotten it, he wasn't responding.

Why is that? Was it fear of not being able to be the perfect partner for you? Uncertainty? His confidence had seemed to evaporate into thin air at the moment - something quite out of character of him to happen.

His lack of response caused you to break the kiss. Awkwardness, regret and disappointment begin filling in your heart that was slowly breaking. Have you made a grave mistake? Did you just destroy your years worth of friendship with Solomon?

Your heart clenched in pain at the thoughts echoing in your mind. Your eyes were directed to anywhere but him as you mustered all your strength to push him away. Surprisingly, Solomon wasn't fighting back this time.

"Sorry but I have to go." You can tell how cold your voice sounded as you spoke. You knew that it was quite immature to give him the cold shoulder just because he didn't reciprocate your feelings. However, you couldn't help it. The icy tone in your voice was an automatic reflex to your defensiveness towards the situation.

Solomon was silent as he watched you go. Part of him wanted to stop you and tell you how much he loves you but the other part of him was opposing the idea. He was conflicted.

"What have I done..?"

It has been almost two weeks since that embarrassing incident between you and Solomon. As much as you hate to say this, things were awkward between the two of you now - or at least you were the one who was suffering deeply. Your friend seemed calm and collected about it, just as how you had expected of him.

Solomon would still try to invite you for a walk around town or just hanging out in his room like before, but somehow, you manage to find an excuse to avoid him everytime he reaches out to you.

Classes have ended and the others have went back to their respective shelters, leaving you alone in the classroom. Mammon had offered to stay with you earlier, but he got an urgent call for a modelling shoot.

Knowing the demon, he would definitely go for the shoot, but not before nagging at you to go back to The House of Lamentation for the sake of your safety. He kept saying how Lucifer would punish him if anything bad ever happens to you and that would be a huge hassle to deal with.

You, being the stubborn person you were, paid no attention to Mammon's nagging and proceeded to stay anyway.

Being cooped up in your room wasn't really an issue but you weren't really feeling it today. Lately, you have been feeling stuffy and you figured that it would be best to enjoy your book in a different setting.

A soft sigh left your lips as your hands reached out for a book from your bag. Satan had lent you the book two days ago, claiming that it would be a good read. You have always trusted his judgements when it comes to books and dramas.

Just when you were about to start reading in pure silence, a familiar voice entered your ears. That voice which you have been dreading to not hear in the past two weeks.

"Hey there"

Your grip on Satan's book tightened as you tried your best to stay calm. 'Maybe he was talking to someone else.. He should be. But I'm the only one here..' The thoughts rang through your mind as you bit your inner cheek to not look at Solomon. However, your eyes betrayed you.

Your gaze went up and was now locked onto his. Holding the eye contact, he shot you a smile before taking a seat on an empty chair right next to you. "I wonder.. what are you, a human, doing here by yourself?"

A light scoff emitted from your throat at his question. There's nothing wrong with it, of course, but your temper has become quite insane lately - probably rivalling The Avatar of Wrath himself. You wouldn't be surprised if anyone sees you as a walking ticking bomb.

"Can't you tell? I'm reading." You deadpanned, holding up the book in your hands just in case he failed to notice it. "I guess it's only fair if I ask you the same question considering you're a human as well. A quite shady human, to be exact."

Now that you think of it, the cold tone in your voice and your choice of words probably made you sound like an asshole. "I wasn't.. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. Sorry if I sounded too harsh." You quickly added, with eyebrows furrowing lightly in disapproval towards your own behaviour.

Instead of looking offended, Solomon only laughed at your apology before shaking his head to dismiss it. "I would consider taking your words as a compliment. Being seen as 'shady' wasn't too bad, I think. But by any means, do you hate me (y/n)?"

You choked on air upon his question. You? Hate him? You literally just kissed him two weeks ago.

"No, of course not! I mean.. I don't think you're the bad kind of shady when I was talking earlier. I was just trying to say that you're.. uh.. mysterious. Yes. That's what I was going to say" You were aware that you're just rambling at this point but you couldn't help it. You didn't really wish to worsen your friendship with him. "A-and being mysterious is what makes you intriguing! So, no, I don't hate you at all Solomon."

The man only nodded in silence as a sign that he understood what you were trying to say. His facial expression was unreadable as usual, but you could catch the slight satisfaction in his face - as if he had gotten the answer he wanted.

"About two weeks ago-" Solomon got cut off mid sentence when you covered his mouth with your palms. Your cheeks blossomed into different shades of red out of embarrassment, while your heart was breaking due to the huge possibility of getting rejected by him.

"Alright, hear me out Solo. I'm sorry okay? I regret kissing you because things are now awkward between us. Just so you know, I really value our friendship so please can we go back to how we used to be? Let's pretend like it never happened and-"

It was his turn to cut you off as he pulled your hands away and called your name to free his lips before speaking. "(y/n), do you really have feelings for me?" His expression was calm, a contrary to your current state. Your blush intensified as you stared at him wide eyed upon his question.

The only answer you could give him was just a shy, timid nod and Solomon wasted no time as he immediately lifted your chin before smashing his lips onto yours. He messed up last time, so Solomon was determined to make it up to you today.

You sat in your seat in shock, your face couldn't get any redder than this. You were about to return the kiss when he pulled away and rested his forehead againts yours. His blue eyes were staring right into your soul as he spoke.

"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings that day (y/n). I've always been in love with you ever since we were still kids but I couldn't find the courage to admit it." His words were genuine, you can tell. The look in his eyes told nothing but how in love he was towards you. This was the first time you have ever seen this truly genuine side of him.

Upon his confession, you only smiled happily before diving into another kiss. It begins with a peck before his kiss became more insistent. Not too long after, his tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with yours. Solomon was determined to show how he feels and your eyes have slipped shut in the heat of the moment. The classroom's temperature has seemed to be increasing rapidly as both of your bodies warmed up.

His hands released yours before he moved them to grip the sides of your waist, only to drag you up to your feet and carefully slam you againts the wall without breaking the kiss. With your arms around his neck, the kiss became more and more heated. You shivered when his hand stroked up your exposed thigh under your skirt.

"Wait we can't do this here" You spoke breathlessly while cupping his face after breaking the kiss. His eyes have darkened with lust as he smirked, his hand still stroking the smooth skin of your thigh teasingly. "W-we'll get caught.. It's too risky."

Your words emitted a chuckle from his throat as he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. "Then be a good girl and stay as quiet as you can. What's life without a little risk anyway?" You got goosebumps at the way his hot breath hits your ear. A soft pant left your lips when he started trailing kisses down from your jaw to the column of your neck, only to suck the sensitive skin there.

With his hand now on the inside of your thigh, he pulled away from your neck and spoke lowly. "Or do want us to continue this in my room at The Purgatory Hall?" His slender fingers were trailing over your soft skin, close to where your body wants him. Solomon still has the smirk on his face, and you were completely sure that it was just a way for him to tease you.

While doing it in public has the chance of you getting caught, you were already wet enough from all that kissing and teasing. Stopping now only to go to his room would feel like a hassle and you were too impatient for that. The thought of having to act like everything was fine around the angels in The Purgatory Hall and hide your arousal while Solomon watch you doesn't sound really appealing either.

"Answer me." His husky voice was steady as he spoke, his grip on your waist tightened. His fingers have now slipped over your panties, pressing lightly on your throbbing clit. His other hand trailed up your upper body and slipped under your shirt, trailing over your smooth skin. "You have to decide quickly." He was now gently nibbling the shell of your ear, stimulating you further.

You could feel your head spin at his touch. There's no way you could hold yourself back anymore. Your half lidded eyes quickly darted around just to make sure so that there was no one in sight. You were fortunate enough that the classroom's door was closed. However, your attention was instantly brought back to him when his fingers started flicking a nipple under your bra. "K-keep doing that." You moaned softly while your fingers ran through his soft silver hair.

His moan seemed to be the only thing he needed to proceed. His mouth went back to sucking and biting your neck as he growled againts your skin. "I've been waiting years to do this." He started grinding againts you, his bulge pressing againts your heat and causing a wave of pleasure to wash over your senses.

His name left your lips in a needy tone, your hand was now tightly gripping his shoulders as you tried your best to hold yourself from falling to the floor considering how weak your legs have become at this point.

"Look at you. Our clothes are still on and you're already this wrecked." His hand left your nipple and fists into your hair before snapping your head back. "I'll remind you again. Be quiet or I'll stop." With that, he instantly tugged your school jacket off and unbuttoned the shirt of your uniform before nipping at your skin above your bra while unclasping it.

He loves the way you look like at the moment - lips swollen, eyes glazed and chest heaving. The fact that he was the one who had made you look this sinful has greatly boosted his ego.

He dragged his tongue to your breast and started flicking it with the wet muscle while pressing his lips againts the skin around it. While his tongue was doing it's work, his hand was kneading the other. The sensation of his warm lips againts your burning skin brought up a whine from your throat, but you were quick to bite your lip as an attempt to hold the noise back.

Solomon noticed your effort on trying to keep quiet and let out a soft chuckle before switching breasts. Again, you had to bite your lips to hold back your noises of pleasure. You were a panting mess, a sight delightful enough only exclusive to the sorcerer's eyes.

"S-Solomon please" You were already reaching your limit with his teasings because he was taking his damned sweet time with you. Following the helpless plea, you bucked your hips up, desperate for more.

"Impatient, are we?" He chuckled before bunching your skirt up to your waist and pulled down your soaked panties to your ankle. His finger trailed down to your folds to gather your slick before bringing it back up for you to see. "Look at how wet you are." He smirked before going down on you.

He started to flick your bundle of nerves while his tongue flattened againts you, pressing it. His slender fingers rubbed circles onto your clit while still holding eye contact with you. Your lips parted as silent pleas emitted from your throat, your hand went through his hair to tug at his scalp. Your action had caused him to groan, sending vibrations through your core. Your back arched while your eyes rolled at the immense pleasure.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax. You were still doing a pretty great job at staying as silent as you can. The only thing that has escaped your lips were just pants and moans soft enough that it's barely audible. Just when you were about to get your release, Solomon pulled away. "N-no!" Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes as you looked at him with disbelief.

However, before you even got a chance to complain, he was already preparing to insert himself into you. He gave a soft, gentle peck onto your lips before pushing into you. His lips found their way back to yours as he kissed you to muffle your loud moans. The intensity of his kiss increased as he pushed farther inside of you.

Your legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist while his hands were holding your body tightly and securely. One of your hand trailed up his abdomen under his shirt while the other was wrapped around his neck. Then, he pulled back and slams back into you.

The kiss broke since the two of you needed some air, but he wasn't slowing down on his pace. He goes harder and harder, while showering you with praises and muttering how much he loves you with every thrust. It was at this moment when you get to see his raw, vulnerable side and honestly, that was the best part for you.

Your moans continue as he kept giving you the pleasure you wanted, pushing you closer to the edge. His name has become a chant on your lips at this point. You were already sensitive enough from him eating you out earlier so it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax again this time.

You can feel yourself clench around him, causing him to let a strangled moan to escape his lips. "Come for me baby." The man said before stuttering shortly, lost in the feeling of you slowly unraveling. Not too long after, he could feel himself nearing his climax and grunted through clenched teeth.

Giving a bite to your shoulder, he groaned as he came down from his high, filling you deep. As he finally pulls out from you, Solomon held you carefully to make sure you wouldn't fall onto the cold hard floor of the classroom. Both of you were breathless, hair messy with sweat coating your warm skin.

Solomon carefully set you on a nearby chair before fixing himself and his clothes. "That was amazing." He shot you a naughty smile, silently admiring the hickeys on your neck while you were fixing your clothes as well. His words cause you to blush and it took you a few seconds to remember about the love marks he had left on your skin. Your eyes widened, looking at him with a panicked look.

"How am I supposed to go back like this? Asmo.. Asmo's definitely going to know what's up with these marks" You mentally groaned at the thought of having to answer the questions from the demon brothers. However, Solomon only laughed at your panicked expression before ruffling your hair gently.

"I've put a spell on you to ensure that they wouldn't notice your disheveled appearance. It only lasts for a day so you have to think of a way to hide those marks.. Unless you wanted to show them off." he shot a playful smirk at you, his eyes sparkled as he wondered on how you would hide those marks.

You jokingly rolled your eyes while carefully standing up on your feet with his help. "So, how about we go on for our first date tomorrow after school?" He asked after releasing his hold from you, while fixing a few stray strands of your hair.

You were excitedly nodding at him as a response, eagerness was shown through your huge grin. "I would love to!" You quickly cleared your throat as an attempt to hide a little bit of your excitement towards his offer for your first date. Crossing your arms, you toned down the cheery tone of your voice to rephrase your words.

"Yes, that sounds like a really good idea. I figured that we could also use another round of fun after the date, hm?" You smirked at him after your last sentence and looked for a reaction.

With a smirk mirroring yours, he leaned into your ear to whisper. "Of course. That would make things way more interesting."

#obey me #obey me solomon #solomon x reader

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Unexpected - Chapter 10

Hailey rolled out of bed the next morning, wandering around her room, picking out her clothes for the day. Vanessa had sent her a text that she needed to head in to work early, so instead Jay would be picking her up. Hailey smiled at the thought of her room mate arranging a spare ride for her, despite Hailey having a car of her own. But it meant she got to start her day with Jay and that brightened her mood even more than it already was. As Hailey stood in the shower, paying attention to all the little details and enjoying the hot water, she found herself smiling seemingly over nothing. Maybe not nothing, maybe the sense of normalcy she was finally feeling, the new normalcy that is. Hailey had never imagined she would be at this point in her life, but she was finally adjusting to the thought of it. As she washed her body, she carefully rubbed her hands over her growing bump. It was still barely noticeable to the unknowing eye, but to her it seemed massive. Once she was done in the shower and dressed, she headed downstairs for breakfast. Just as she was setting her bowl in the sink, she heard the tell tale grumble of Jay’s truck outside. She grabbed what she needed and all but skipped towards his truck. When she pulled open the passenger door she was met with a huge grin and the smell of her favorite coffee.

“You seem chipper this morning.” Jay noted, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Just happy.” She smiled at him as they pointed towards the precinct.

“Over anything in particular?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No...I don’t know really. I just feel good. This feels good.” She nodded towards her stomach where her hands rested.

“It will be good Hailey. And you’ll be amazing.” Jay smiled, reaching to take one of her hands in his. He went to rest their joined hands between them but Hailey pulled them back and placed his hand across her stomach. She saw him glance over at her, a mix of surprise and happiness on his face.

“I know there’s not a whole lot happening in there right now...” She looked down at her belly and their conjoined hands. “But I feel like I’m always touching my stomach now. Like she can feel it or something.” She shrugged, glancing back up at Jay to see his response.

“She?” He asked, a huge grin on his face. Hailey blushed slightly then, dipping her head back down.

“Yea...I mean, obviously we won’t know for a few more weeks but...I don’t know. That’s just the vibe I get.” She nodded, looking out the window as they pulled into the parking lot.

“I like it.” Jay said, sending her a wink. “A little you running around, I’m screwed!” He flinched when she playfully punched his shoulder. Jay planted another kiss on her cheek, before his hand came under her chin, turning her face towards him so he could give her a proper kiss. Hailey’s heart raced as she felt the sudden urge to deepen the kiss, shifting in her seat so she could wrap an arm around his shoulders. Hailey was ready to throw all caution to the wind and, despite the fact they were sitting in the precinct lot, take this a little further. Luckily, somehow, Jay was managing to keep his cool and gently separated them, giving her a smile and biting his lip.

“Easy tiger...” He winked again and it did nothing to calm her down. “Tonight.” His word was a promise and she was already counting down the minutes until they got off work.

*******

Hailey spent all of her morning, and most of the afternoon, sorting through old CI files, pulling out anyone who wasn’t an active CI. She found the mundane task oddly enjoyable compared to the usual chaos her work days brought. She sat perched in the center of one of the metal tables in roll up, legs criss-crossed and files spread everywhere around her. Her phone played music softly in the back ground and she found herself humming along to some 90′s classic. Her stomach grumbled, letting her know it was time for a snack when suddenly Jay came down the stairs, bottle of water and a rice krispy treat from the vending machine in hand.

“Is that for me?” She asked, eyeing the treat.

“Maybe.” Jay teased, pretending to debate whether he was going to give it to her or not. Her stomach grumbled again and he chuckled, handing her the goods.

“This isn’t half bad.” Hailey spoke around a mouthful of food.

“The treat or the job?” Jay asked, laughing at the sight of her.

“Both.” She grinned, taking a sip of the water.

“I’m glad you’re here, even if it’s not how you want to be.” Jay moved to lean against the table she was sat upon.

“I definitely want to be on the road again, but right now...this feels right.” Hailey scooted forward on the table, dangling her legs off the edge so that she could rest her head against his shoulder. Jay wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss on top of her head. Kevin jogged down the stairs, giving Hailey a frown and informing Jay they had caught a case. Jay turned and gave her a sheepish smile as he headed to follow Kevin. “Get out of here!” She laughed slightly at his hesitation. “But hurry back, I haven’t forgot about your promise for tonight.” Hailey winked at him and laughed when he groaned, before turning back towards the stairs and disappearing from her view. Hailey sighed and let her head hang against her chest as she felt a slight pang of sadness and jealousy that she had to stay behind. Her hands came to rest on her stomach and she found herself smiling at the tiny bulge she could feel under her palms. Hailey sat there for a moment before getting back to her task of flipping through all the files.

After another hour with the files, she finally finished and trudged upstairs. She had just sat down at her desk to look at the next item on the to do list Platt had provided her with when she heard some of her team coming up the stairs. Vanessa beamed at her as she cleared the last step, a foam take out container in hand, and headed straight towards her.

“Two Greek gyros, extra sauce and fries on the side.” Vanessa grinned, handing her the container. Hailey would be lying if she said the gesture hadn’t significantly brighten her day.

“Thanks! But how’d you know?” Hailey gave her a quizzical look. The food was from her and Jay’s favorite diner and she had never been there with Vanessa so she was confused as to how the officer knew her exact order.

“We had to do some knock and talks in the area and I knew it’s your favorite place. Might have asked a certain detective what you would get from there.” Vanessa smiled, eagerly taking the fry Hailey offered her.

“You’re the best!” Hailey exclaimed, truly meaning it. She felt super lucky to have the younger woman in her life.

“Nah..” Vanessa feigned embarrassment, going to sit at her desk. “Oh yeah, Jay and Kim were still looking for the suspect so they’ll be a bit.” Vanessa answered her unasked question and Hailey nodded with the information. It wasn’t unusual for one of them to be tied up with something, but Hailey felt a sudden wave of nervousness when she realized he had been paired with Kim. Hailey decided to brush it off for now and enjoy the delicious food Vanessa had brought her. When she was done eating, she headed towards the break room to throw out her trash and wash her hands. As she was drying her hands she turned and jumped a little when she realized Adam had followed her, she hadn’t heard him come in.

“Hey, sorry...” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“No worries.” She gave him a small smile, taking in his features. He looked worn out and she knew it was more than just the ware and tear of the job. “How are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” He countered, giving her a grin.

“Touche’.” She conceded, dipping her head. “But you know what I mean.”

“Yea...” He nodded, face somber. “I’m alright...I guess. I’m more worried about her. I just don’t know how to help her.” He glanced up at her, looking for answers.

“I don’t know, it’s a tough spot Adam...” Hailey gave him a sad smile, wishing there was something she could say to help him.

“I really felt like we were making progress too but then she just flipped gears again.” Adam sighed, shaking his head. Hailey felt a pang in her chest, knowing that it was probably her situation that had spurred Kim to have to process her feelings again.

“Adam I’m so sorry..” Hailey didn’t know what else to say. Their conversation was cut short then when they heard commotion in the bullpen. They both raced out to see the team scrambling around, Kevin turned to them and then his eyes landed on Hailey, looking suddenly nervous with what he was about to say.

“Jay..uh...Jay’s at Med..” His eyes darted away and Vanessa tugged his arm, spurring him to move. Adam glanced down at Hailey, who was frozen in place, already assuming the worst. Flashbacks from him getting shot poured into her mind and her chest tightened.

“Hey hey, we don’t know anything yet.” Adam gripped her shoulder, quelling her nerves slightly. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

*****

They arrived at Med in record time and Hailey was the first through the doors of the lobby, eyes scanning for anyone who could give her answers. She spotted a doctor across the room and immediately pointed his way, nostrils flaring as she struggled to maintain composure. With her eyes glued to the doctor, she didn’t notice Voight approaching her until he was in front of her, cutting off her attack.

“Hailey...he’s alright.” His deep voice penetrated her worst case scenario thoughts and her eyes met his, bulging with held back emotion and searching his face for more information. “He and Burgess got in a foot pursuit, Jay chased the guy into a building and then tackled him, sending them both crashing out of the window. It was a two story fall and he landed on his shoulder. They’re only worried because of his previous injury there.” Hailey swallowed hard, picturing the tiny scar on his shoulder that she had become all too familiar with as their relationship had grown. Countless times she had found herself tracing around the raised skin, either in the morning before he woke or in the evenings after they had released some pent up tension. She focused on slowing her breathing, repeating Voight’s words in her head. Hailey nodded to her Sargent and he gave a sigh of relief when he saw her coming down. Her eyes scanned the lobby, seeing the rest of her unit huddled in the corner by the vending machines. Vanessa gave her a reassuring smile, knowing all to well the panic Hailey just went through. Noticeably absent from the group was Kim and Hailey scanned the lobby again, finding her sitting alone in a row of chairs, head down and hands clasped in her lap. Hailey met eyes with Adam and could tell her had noticed her too. She gave him a smile and took a deep breath before walking over to the other woman. Hailey hesitated momentarily when she reached her destination, but Kim looked up at her then, nodding to the chair beside her.

“Hey..” Hailey started, but Kim quickly interrupted her.

“Hailey, I’m sorry.” Kim’s eyes met her’s and she could see they were red with unshed tears.

“No no, this isn’t your fault. Jay was just-” Hailey was cut off again before she could finish.

“Yea no, Jay is...well Jay.” Kim gave a brief chuckle, picturing the detectives antics. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you.” Kim gave her a sad smile then, barely visible on her lips.

“Kim..” Hailey started, unsure what to say.

“What happened to me, that’s not on you. I guess when I found out you were pregnant...I just...I don’t know. I was angry? Angry because I lost my baby and now you were going to get to have one. Angry because I was reckless when I should have been more careful..I was selfish and it cost me my child.” Hailey felt her eyes burn with Kim’s words.

“Kim, you saved that girls life. And I know what it cost you to do that and I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve gone through... But you aren’t selfish.” Hailey placed a hand on Kim’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. When their eyes met again, both woman had tears brimming and ready to fall.

“Congratulations.” Kim gave a sheepish grin.

“Thank you.” Hailey gave a small laugh, voice still thick with emotion. Will walked up then, letting Hailey know she could go see Jay now. They both stood, Hailey instantly moving to follow Will, but stopped and turned to give Kim a hug, smiling when the other woman reciprocated by squeezing her tightly. They shared another emotion laden chuckle and Hailey turned to jog after Will.

He led her down a maze of hallways before they finally came to a stop outside of a room shut off by a curtain. He gave her a smile and nodded towards the room.

“He’s all yours.” Will joked, causing Hailey to laugh. “And congrats.” He winked and she felt her face blush slightly, she hadn’t asked Jay how Will had handled the news but now she knew he was accepting of it. She pulled back the curtain, grinning when she saw Jay laying in the bed, pouting that he was once again being held hostage in the hospital.

“Jay Halstead, we have to stop meeting like this.” She teased, walking to his bed side.

“You gotta get me out of here.” He pleaded, puppy dog eyes and all.

“And you’ve gotta stop ending up here.” She countered with a laugh.

“Valid point.” He agreed, rolling his eyes.

“So what’s the verdict?” Hailey asked, leaning on the bed rail and looking him up and down.

“I’m all set, they were worried I messed my shoulder up more than it already was. I might have to do some more PT but for now they said to just take it easy.” He sighed, hating the thought of all of that.

“So no physical activity then?” Hailey asked, raising an eyebrow. He must have been given something for pain because he was slow to catch on at first.

“Yea, looks like we’ll both be on desk duty for a bit.” He grinned at the thought of them getting to hide out in the filing room together.

“Lucky you...” She smirked. “But I was wondering about another kind of activity...” He caught on then, maybe by the mischievous look on her face.

“Oh, I’m sure we can figure something out.” He replied, voice suddenly husky. Hailey leaned down to kiss him. It started slow but quickly heated up when Jay wound the hand on his good arm into her hair, pulling her closer. Hailey gripped the bed rail with one hand and the other rested on his chest, gripping his gown. They both jumped when someone cleared their throat behind them and Hailey pursed her lips, looking extremely embarrassed when she turned to face Voight.

“I see you’re feeling better.” Voight said, an amused look in his eyes.

“Uh...yea...” Jay stammered awkwardly, shifting in the bed to sit up a little.

“Mmmm.” Voight nodded, glancing between the two of them. “Well you’ve obviously got the rest of the day off. I’ll see you tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it, you’ll be grounded to your desk until you’re cleared though.”

“Sounds good Sarge.” Jay nodded, thankful the Voight was letting him off so easy.

“Oh, and they said you need to take it easy.” Voight looked between them again. “So no funny business.” Hailey’s face burned and she wanted to sink into the ground, her eyes met Jay’s and she knew he was feeling the same. Voight left them alone then, chuckling to himself as he tugged the curtain closed.

“Well that just happened.” Jay let out a nervous breath.

“Yea...” Hailey nodded and then they both started laughing at the situation.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton

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Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (part 7)

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Summary: You’ve lost all your family and most friends in The Decimation. Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, you dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. Upon finding something that might help, you search for the Avengers’ help. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but in reality it’s mostly Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

This part is going to be told mostly from Steve’s POV, along with a few other characters. Reader will come back in part 8!

Previously: Reluctantly, she took it and gave her broken timer to you. “I’ll come back for you, Y/N. We don’t risk lives.” “Bring everyone back first”, you screamed, trying to be heard in the midst of the noise. Someone was entering the temple. “Only then you come back for me. Now go!” With no hesitation this time, Nebula left.

Edit: I fixed a small detail on parts 6 and 7. Originally I had the Mind Stone being collected in Titan, but it was the last Stone Thanos got, on Earth. I made minor corrections so it would fit movie canon in this aspect.

Part Seven

Battle of New York, 2012

“This looks even crazier in person”, Scott said as past Hulk was seen throwing some Chitauri to the sky.

“Banner would be so embarrassed if saw himself like this”, Natasha said. At her side, Clint nodded.

“Okay guys”, Steve stepped up. “If I remember correctly, Loki is about to be defeated. We have to get to the Tower and get the Tesseract and the Scepter. Try not to die. We’ve survived worse.”

“I can pull myself and tiny Scott up”, Clint offered. “Not sure how you and Nat will do it, though.”

“This is an alternate timeline, right?”, Natasha replied. “Our actions here won’t impact our future, only theirs. Honestly, I think we can just step in.”

Steve nodded. “You have a point, Nat. But maybe Clint and Scott should go through the window anyway. If something delays us two, at least they will be already in place and can try to retrieve the Stones without us.”

The other three nodded. Scott activated his suit and shrunk. Clint placed him inside a vest pocket and headed to the avenue. He and Natasha headed to the Tower’s main entrance. “So, you and Y/N?”, Natasha asked.

He did his best to keep a straight face, being caught off guard. “This is really not the time to set me up with her, Nat”, he replied. “Don’t think I didn’t realize what you’ve been doing these past weeks.”

“It’s worked, hasn’t it?”, she said, grinning, as he pressed the elevator button, so far going unnoticed amidst the chaos.

“Like I said, not the time”, he deadpanned and turned to the elevator. Thoughts about you tried to creep into his mind, but he quickly pushed them aside. He’d wonder about what you meant to him after the Stones were all collected.

The elevator ride was as fast as he remembered. There was a time when he had his own floor in that Tower, designed by Tony himself. Many thoughts of guilt and regret came over him, but again he pushed those aside. He and Tony have made peace with each other long ago; there was no point in dwelling on past mistakes.

When the doors opened, the scene that greeted them was kind of funny: 2012 Clint and 2021 Clint were pointing arrows at each other, and 2012 Tony was giggling non-stop while the Tesseract was slowly falling down from his hands - probably Scott’s doing. Everyone else just looked confused, including Loki.

2012 Steve stepped out as soon as he and Natasha got out of the elevator. “Stay where you are, whoever you are”, he said, in a commanding voice that did nothing but annoy him.

“That’s not happening anytime soon”, he replied, taking some steps closer. “We are from the future, and we have urgent business.”

“Yeah, that’s what this other guy said a minute ago”, 2012 Clint said, not taking his eyes away from his future version. “Not buying it, fake Cap.”

He sighed, noticing Natasha slip away. She’d probably have to deal with her own past self to retrieve the Scepter, so he concluded it would be better if he distracted the rest of them. “Bucky is alive”, he told his past version. “HYDRA is still active-”

“Oh, now you’re just making things up”, his past self interrupted.

“Really? Go tell ‘Hail Hydra’ to Pierce and Runlow. See if I’m telling you any bullshit.”

That called Tony’s attention. “You really want us to believe you’re a real Cap when you say ‘bullshit’?”

He rolled his eyes. “I fought in the war for years, I can actually do a lot worse than ‘bullshit’.” He turned to his past self. “You know that pretty well.”

“You call us out for cursing″, 2021 Clint replied, smirking.

“That was one time, in 2015. It’s been six years, get over already!”

“If I may speak”, Loki said, adjustig his position as best as he could, “I was raised by a witch mother and learned magic myself-”

“Yeah, we noticed”, past Clint murmured.

“-and those folks are telling the truth. All four of the are from eleven years in the future.”

Thor nodded, although he was frowning. “My brother is right this time - we were raised by the same woman, so I know a thing or two -, but I fail to notice four companions from the future. I can only see three.”

As if waiting for that exact curtain call, the Tesseract finally fell from Tony’s hands. Scott instantly turned back to his normal size, Tesseract in hand, and, at the same moment, Natasha grabbed the Scepter. “Let’s go!”, she exclaimed, suiting up along with Scott. Past Natasha tried to get her, but 2021 Clint was faster in hitting her with an arrow, activating his Quantum suit right after. Only he remained, but he gave no time for the others to get him.

Avengers Headquarters, 2021

The first thing Steve heard was Rhodes asking, “Have you gotten enough of those?”, to which Tony replied affirmatively. Before he could ask what they were talking about, though, he noticed someone was missing. Or rather, you were missing.

“Nebula”, he began, “where is Y/N?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, but, when she opened them again, it was with a look of determination. “We need to gather the Stones first. I’ll tell everything while we do it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but she was already on her way to the table where the new Gauntlet was at, along with Scott, Natasha and Rhodes. Banner had already begun to put the Stones in place, with Danvers’ help.

“My brain...”, Nebula began, “it’s connected to a sort of intranet. When we were about to leave, past me’s brain connected to mine... and our location was given away.”

“But you escaped”, he said. “What happened to Y/N?” He held his breath as he waited for her answer.

“My timer broke”, she said. “I should have been the one to stay behind, but Y/N... she took her own timer off and switched with mine. Said it would be safer if she was the one to be kidnapped, because that way they couldn’t try to send my past version to fool you.”

Steve stood up and started pacing around. Once again, you were the most sensible one in this team, but he couldn’t bring himself to calm down. The thought of you being at Thanos’ hands, all alone...

“Why are we not going back there yet?”, he asked, more venom in his voice than intended.

“She made me promise we’d make our wish first”, Nebula said.

“I know you’re worried, Steve”, Tony said behind him. “We all are. But thing is, if we bring everyone back first, we’ll have more people to aid us in that rescue. I assume Thanos is with his army, right?” Nebula nodded. “So, we need an army of our own.”

Tony was right. Nebula was right. You were right. But still, Steve’s heart was on his throat. All worst possible scenarios popped up in his head. Faintly, he felt two people gently push him back to the couch.

Flashes of the last weeks passed through his mind. You two had a mildly rough start, thanks to his (reasonable) initial distrust. But soon enough he warmed up to you, especially when he saw your brief interaction with Tony’s little girl.

He opened up to you while training and watching movies. More than he usually did, but there was something about you that made him want to tell everything. Maybe it was your compassion, which he saw first hand more than once. Maybe it was your contagious laugh, especially when you watched weird YouTube videos when things started to get too heavy, too dark. Maybe it was your smile, your eyes, your soothing voice...

At that moment, he realized he had fallen for you in the span of a month. And now you were in grave danger, and he had to wait for the rest of the team to be revived to go to your rescue.

Speaking of which, he was so lost in thought he missed the part where Bruce was chosen to wield the gauntlet and snap his fingers. He was brought back to reality by Tony. “Raise your shield, Cap”, he shouted. “And stay as far as possible.”

He did as told, standing up from the couch, and took a few steps until his back touched the glass walls. Bruce screamed in pain as he wore the gauntlet, but managed to snap his fingers all the same. Thor was instantly by his side, checking if he was okay. Meanwhile, Clint called his wife, and Scott went to the window. “Everything is coming back guys”, he shouted. “Even plants and animals!”

He sighed in relief. “Now”, he then said, “we need to gather ourselves to go get Y/N back.”

Nebula nodded, followed by everyone in the room. “How are we going to do it?”, Bruce asked, massaging his burned arm. “Most are in Wakanda, and some are out in space.”

“Technically, we have time”, Tony said. “We’ll go to the exact time Nebula left Y/N, regardless of how long we wait for them to come to us. What we do need, though, is to contact them. Does anyone have King T’Challa’s phone, or something? Or maybe-”

He was interrupted by a sling ring appearing in the middle of the room. A man in a cape stepped out, followed by Peter Parker and... aliens. “We have to hurry”, the man said. “Thanos is currently trying to figure out a way to use Y/N Y/L/N to come to 2021. If he succeeds, your efforts will be in vain, and the whole universe will be doomed. There is no time to waste.”

He faintly heard someone calling him Strange (so he must be the wizard he heard so much about), while the man himself opened more sling rings. Bucky and Sam stepped out of one, along with Groot, Wanda, T’Challa, Okoye and Shuri. Wong, Nicky Fury and Maria Hill from aanother ring. A female warrior, who Thor called Lady Sif, stepped out of a third. A woman Scott called Hope came from a fourth, and Pepper showed up in a fifth, suited up in blue and silver armor.

He sat back on the couch, mesmerized. People were hugging each other, glad to have them back. Bucky went to him and smiled, which prompted him to stand up and hug him, Before he could do the same to Sam, though, Strange called them out. “There will be time for reunions later”, he said. “Right now, we have to rescue Miss Y/L/N and stopping Thanos from coming back.” He turned to Tony. “Do we have resources to get everyone to travel there?”

Tony nodded. Rhodes briefly explained how 2017 Strange sensed they’d need more Pym Particles. Tony went to the 1975 to get some, while Rhodes broke into Hank Pym’s home in 2018 to get another amount. Tony had already made extra Quantum Suits, which was enough for nearly everyone.

“I think we can leave Bruce out”, Natasha said. “He needs to recover.”

Bruce thanked her for the consideration, and passed his suit to Drax, who was eager to fight Thanos. He and Nebula briefly explained the recent events while Tony gave the suits to everyone who was up to fight. Only Bruce, Wong and Groot didn’t get one - Wong because he’d rather stay behind to watch for threats (since he could alert Strange of them using magic), and Groot because Tony didn’t think of adapting the suit for a tree (Rocket’s design was already unique).

They all gathered around the platform once again. He was in no mood for another motivational speech, but apparently he had to. “I think we all know the importance of this mission”, he said. “Not only we have a teammate to rescue, we have an entire universe to save from destruction. Take care of one another. Try not to die. If injured or exhausted, return to our time immediately.” He took a deep breath. “On the count of five.”

Morag, 2014

Nebula managed to set their timer to the exact second after she left, but there still wasn’t enough time to get to you before Thanos did. From afar, he saw your unconscious body being carried away to the enormous spaceship. “Fuck”, he muttered. Then he shouted, “We have to try to get in the ship!” And started to run.

Thanos’ team was faster, though, and the ship took flight before any of them could get in. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

“My old ship is down there”, he heard a male voice say. “If we get inside it now, we can still reach them. You know where they’re going, Nebula?”

He turned to see Nebula nodding. “I have an idea.”

He followed the man named Quill to another spaceship, which was way smaller. “Okay, it won’t fit everyone”, he said, as if reading his thoughts.

“If any of you don’t manage to get in”, Steve said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “you are free to go back to 2021.”

He could tell there were people who didn’t really want to fight. The praying-mantis-like alien clearly stayed behind on purpose, and so did Rocket with his tree friend. Steve, however, was the second to get inside, followed by Nebula, Nat, Tony and Thor - and then he lost track of order.

In the end, Bucky also stayed behind, along with Okoye, Princess Shuri, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Strange, Parker, Wanda and Pepper. “Most of them would be useful”, he said.

“I think Strange knows another something we don’t, Steve”, Tony said. “He seemed to have stayed behind on purpose.”

“I hope he damn knows what he’s doing then”, he replied, closing his fists. Natasha sat beside him.

“Everything will work out fine, Steve”, she said with a calm voice. “Soon Y/N will be with us again, and you’ll tell her how you feel.”

He side-eyed her. “Didn’t I say it wasn’t the time for this?”

“Yeah, in 2012. Besides, I saw you realizing your feeling backs in the headquarters. It was so clear in your face, anyone who looked would know exactly what you were thinking.”

“I did!”, Danvers exclaimed. “It was really sweet.”

He rolled his eyes, but a half-smile escaped.

Nebula’s POV

Nebula managed to track Thanos’ ship signal, and Quill disabled his own, rendering them practically invisible. “It’s usually not worth it”, he explained when someone asked why ships didn’t do that all the time. “The ship’s shields weaken a bit, for starters, and being traceable is useful when you are in distress.”

“In Thanos’ case”, she added, “his ship has to leave the signal turned on for his allies to find him. Besides, he is sure no one would try to attack him. As you saw on Morag, his crew is large in numbers.”

“Is there a way to attach this ship to Thanos’?”, Danvers asked.

Quill nodded. “I’ve never tried it, though. If you have any experience, feel free to.” It surprised Rocket and Nebula to see Quill acting this humble, but then they remembered Gamora’s death was still fresh to him. He was probably still in grief mood. It occurred to her that she’d probably face the 2014 version of her sister (and herself). She wasn’t really ready to see her after so many years, especially since she didn’t have memories of their reconciliation.

Danvers took Quill’s seat and, with Nebula’s help, drove the ship until it was right under Thanos’. Then, the human took over and, with a few button-pushing, landed straight on the other ship. “Now”, she said loud enough for everyone to hear, “we have to blow these walls up!”

She could swear she heard Quill complain about the damage on his past self’s ship, but ignored it as Rocket managed to open a big hole on both ships, allowing their entrance on Thanos’ one. She was the last to jump in; everyone had already begun to split up, but she knew where to go.

Gamora was at the end of the corridor, seemingly waiting for her. “Looking for someone?”, she said, facial expression unreadable.

“I think you know who”, she replied cautiously.

Her sister approached her and offered her hand. “My version of you died aiding her escape”, she said as Nebula took it. Then she pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, “She’s on her way to Asgard, in an untraceable escape pod.”

Nebula nodded. She trusted Gamora, even this version, to tell the truth. By 2014, her sister was no longer on their father’s side, and on this day she was about to run away from his control. “We’ll have to take over the ship to get there, though”, she admitted. “The one we used to get here is damaged beyond repair.”

“With the amount of help you brought”, Gamora replied, “it may not be hard.”

She was about to say that many powerful allies didn’t make it to the ship when a sling ring opened in front of them. “Strange”, she mumbled, and turned to Gamora. “Are you coming?”

“Of damn course. I lost my Nebula, and I’ve heard you lost your Gamora. Let’s be together again.” At that, she smiled, and both stepped into the ring.

A huge castle appeared in front of them. Turning back, she saw the others coming through other rings. “Good thing I planted an earpiece on all of you”, she heard Rocket say, and turned back ahead. “As soon as I heard Gamora give Y/N’s location away, I told the wizard here.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”, she heard Captain Rogers say.

“Nothing”, she replied. “Let’s get inside.”

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We’ll get back to reader’s POV in the next chapter, but there might be a scene told from Steve’s or Nebula’s eyes. I’m not sure yet.

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smoaking-greenarrow · 6 years

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Hi there! I choose quote #7. It's so funny and suggestive at the same time that one lol

Arrow Out of Context prompts!

“Seriously? I’ve been working on this for two hours!”

“I know, I was watching you. Thank you…for the entertainment.”

Being an A.R.G.U.S agent was everything Felicity Smoak had hoped it would be. It made her feel powerful. Important. Like she had a purpose. But more than anything else, she felt like she was finally doing something good for the world.

Unfortunately, even the technologically skilled recruits had to go through the weeks of training. She liked feeling like she could protect herself, especially in this line of work, but what she really didn’t like was the commanding lieutenant who put them through the sessions.

Oliver Queen had been hard on her ever since she was assigned to his unit. And it was still the first week. Felicity stayed after every night to get a workout in or practice whatever skill they’d learned that day. She wasn’t trying to impress him, per se… but it had the opposite effect. He’d snapped at her to go home when he found her in the gym after the first day.

Director Michaels told her that it was completely acceptable to use the gyms after hours, so she had no idea why Oliver took such an issue with it. She’d tried defending herself the next night, when he told her to go home again. But now she seemed to be his least favorite student.

On the third day, they’d learned hand to hand combat. The morning started with knives, learning how to defend themselves against them as well as how to disarm someone coming at them with one. In the afternoon, the training was about being resourceful, which apparently meant turning anything you could get your hands on into a weapon.

Oliver had lectured them about how anything can be a weapon, and they’d gone over various scenarios where they might have to use their surroundings in a fight, but the most important thing was that they knew how to use their own bodies.

That night, she’d been working on her punches, pounding her fists into one of the dummies when Oliver had come in, his face twisting in annoyance at the sight of her. “Plant your feet, agent Smoak.” He’s snapped. “Keep your wrist straight. Hit with a purpose, or you’ll break your hand.”

She followed his instructions, clenching her jaw to keep from snapping back at him.

She’d always been more responsive to nurturing encouragement, but Oliver also wasn’t the only ranking lieutenant at A.R.G.U.S. who believed in tough love. She knew what she’d signed up for, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something personal about her that he didn’t like.

She’d been surprised when he approached her, holding his fists up and raising an eyebrow.

It also didn’t help that he was hot at hell. His eyes were a deep blue, always analyzing like the trained soldier that he was, but they had a softness in them that she found baffling. The way he spoke was far from soft. If he wasn’t yelling at them, he was talking in a low, irritated tone, as if he was constantly on the verge of yelling at them.

When Felicity paused, unsure if he actually wanted her to punch him, Oliver had raised an eyebrow at her, “What did I say about hesitating, agent Smoak?” He’d grumbled.

“You said that hesitation gets you killed,” Felicity breathed, throwing her fist at him as quickly as she could.. He ducked, but she landed a fist into his gut.

They’d sparred for hours, and eventually he had begun to look like he was enjoying himself. His tone had become lighter as he advised her, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d actually been impressed.

Finally, she’d knocked him to the ground, climbing on top of him and smirking down with arrogance. She had his arms pinned beneath her knees, and she knew she had him. “I won’t tell the others that I beat you.” She’d whispered playfully, not sure what had come over her.

Even more surprising was the way he had smiled back at her. “That would imply that you’re not exactly where I want you to be.” He’d mumbled, his eyes sparking with…something.

Her face fell, her jaw hanging open, and she’d realized that he wasn’t struggling to get out from under her in the slightest. As soon as she’d kicked his legs out from under him, he’d given up, letting her pin him down.

She still wasn’t sure what was more shocking; that he had let her get the upper hand, or that he had just flirted with her.

Shaking her head to clear it, Felicity raises the bow and arrow they’d been working with that day. To say she had struggled with it would be an understatement.

She wanted to blame it on Oliver.

After what he’d done last night, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She’d scrambled off of him and gone back to her room, and today he’d acted like it didn’t happen. He hadn’t been any nicer, or meaner. It was like he forgot the moment even happened, and he went right back to treating her like his least favorite agent.

By the end of the day, she was partially convinced that she’d imagined that look in his eyes. Even if it’d been burning in her head all last night and all day today.

Firing her arrow at the target, she frowns when it lands in the wall a few feet away. “Breathe, agent Smoak.”

Felicity spins around to see Oliver walking towards her, his green pants and gray t-shirt hugging him in all the right places. He doesn’t stop until he’s next to her. Like, right next to her. His shoulder brushes against hers. And then his touch becomes more intentional when he slides his fingers down her arm, taking the bow from her hand.

He takes out an arrow from the quiver on her back.

Without a word, he sets the arrow in place, pulls the string back, and looks at the target for a split second before he lets it go. The arrow buries itself in the middle of the target, and Felicity sighs.

She’d been watching him do that all day. “Show off,” she mutters.

She sees him raise an eyebrow, and her eyes widen. “I’m sorry,” she cringes, wondering if she’d be running laps for that tomorrow morning. Felicity scratches her head, “I just…really can’t get the hang of this.”

“Because you’re not focused.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, “that’s been kind of hard today.”

Oliver lifts his chin, staring down at her like he knows exactly why she’s been distracted all day.

Her eyes glance down to his chest and over his arms. He’s much more distracting now that she’s had that one on one training with him…and she knows what his body feels like underneath her.

His eyes darken, and she’s perfectly certain that he knows what she’s thinking about. She swallows, stepping back from him when she realizes how close he still is. “Felicity…” he breathes.

Her eyes dart up to his.

Fel-i-ci-ty.

She’d never heard him say her name like that. Actually, she’s pretty sure he’d never called her by her first name at all. His tongue slips out to wet his lips, and his pupils are blown wide. Holy frack.

Oliver clears his throat, shaking his head slightly as he puts more space between them. “I trained under a very skilled archer by the name of Yao Fei.” he offers.

Felicity stares at him for a long moment. “He was an agent for A.R.G.U.S.?”

“No,” Oliver says quietly, shaking his head. “He was my friend.”

She hesitates, staring into his eyes while he just watches her, waiting for her questions. “Why are you telling me this?” She asks gently.

Oliver just shrugs. She’d known that he’s a very silent person, which was partly why she thought he hated her so much. She tends to babble.

He gestures to the pile of tennis balls behind her.

Felicity watches him for a moment, not sure if he is serious. He’d brought the moving targets out, but none of them had mastered the bow enough to use them before the day was over.

He raises his eyebrows at her, his expression challenging. And she lets out a breathy laugh, picking up a tennis ball.

Thinking that he’d need a moment to position the bow, Felicity tosses the ball into the air without giving it to him. And she catches the glimpse of a smile on his lips, amused by her tactic as he lifts the bow and fires the arrow with impressive speed.

The ball flies across the room, sticking between his arrow and the wall. She exhales in surprise, blinking as if she wasn’t sure she’d even caught all of that. “Seriously? I’ve been working on this for two hours!”

“I know. I was watching you. Thank you… for the entertainment.” He says lowly, circling her and mumbling the words into her ear.

Felicity shivers as he puts the bow back in her hand, purposefully letting his fingers glide over hers. He pulls another arrow from her back. “Shoulders straight.” He whispers.

Before she knows what he’s doing, he sticks his foot between hers, kicking her feet apart. He guides her arms up to her face, his hand on her elbow as she draws back the bow.

With the arrow in place, Oliver puts his lips just outside her ear. “Take a breath, clear your mind. Just feel the string in your fingers. It’s all about control, agent Smoak. It’s about knowing yourself…your body.” She feels his hand on her hip, and she surprises both of them when she leans into him, pressing her back into his chest. He freezes for a moment before continuing. “You want to be focused, but you can’t be nervous. It takes every instinct you have, yet it’s effortless.

Felicity turns her head slightly, lifting her chin to the same angle that her arrow is pointed, but it also causes her cheek to brush against his lips. She can feel his breath catch in his throat, and his fingers tighten on her waist.

“You have to open your eyes, Felicity.” He whispers against the warm skin of her cheek.

Her eyes fly open, and her heart stutters, but it regains itself quickly. Oliver’s hand travels up her back, pulling her hair over her shoulder.

She takes one more, final deep breath before she releases her arrow, watching as it lands in the center of the target.

With a surprised gasp, she turns to look at Oliver. And he’s smiling. He looks at her with pride written all over his face, and it’s an addictive new expression. “Thank you,” she whispers.

He nods, his eyes dropping to her lips. “You’re welcome.”

#arrow #olicity #olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #agent au #arrow out of context

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marvelousaddiction · 6 years

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Rules: Once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

I was tagged by @pheonyxstorm

LAST:

Drink: Last thing I drank was a coke, last alcoholic beverage was Gentlemen’s Jack (but I may have regular Jack tonight)

(btw Tay, try Irish Trashcan, optional but add strawberry sour straw candy)

Phone Call: My momma lol

Text Message: @ceobryce

Song you listened to: Rammstein - Feuer Frei! (and Victorious a Breezy original)

Time I Cried: two tears in the shower, I missed the breakdown this time and I took care of myself so yeah...

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: nope

Been cheated on: twice

Kissed Someone and regretted it: yep, four people.....well....yeah four

Lost someone special: yep, some of them died, and one of them is still alive but I wish her the best still

been drunk and thrown up: yes, twice, but only a little bit each time and I’ve never really had a hangover, only maybe a mild headache when I wake up, I barely notice it

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: I’d like to say so

Fallen Out of Love: no

Laughed Until You Cried: all the time like (almost) errday

Met Someone Who Changed You: no, not really, but people I have always had I’ve come to some realizations about leading to changes in myself, example, I drink sometimes now

Found Out Who your true friends are: mhm, I always constantly play it safe in this department because of my past

Found out someone was talking about me: honey, listen, people been talking about you since you came into this world and they gon’ talk about you after you out of it. (at least you're on their mind)

GENERAL:

How many people in Tumblr do you know in real life?: @ceobryce @wolfsilverlight @leftzombiepenguin @brayamac @violet-soulkeeper17 @talonvictor @oneshoeshort (and Megan, I have to find her name and edit this lol)

Do you have any pets?: Yep. Dusty Leroy (my last name), Simba Sophia (my last name), Angel Clemingtine (my last name), Bobby Lee (my last name) and Loli (Lolli) Pop (my last name)

Do you want to change your name? : First name,no, it made Papa proud I was named after him, Middle name, yes until this past june because I was the only kid of my dad’s kids (and grandkids) without the middle name Marie but in June something happened that changed my mind so I thanked my mom for naming me Irene. Last name, eventually lol, yknow marriage and shiz

What time did you wake up this morning: 6:00

What were you doing last night: laying in bed, talking to @browneyedhunter and ignoring what was going on outside my bedroom or trying with all my might and failing

Name something you cannot wait for: Just one thing, other than actually starting my life (long ass story), tonight (giggidy), the black panther movie and april fools day to take a day trip to Raleigh and see Kevin Hart (if life allows) and down the line a little bit, to be a mom

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: not to my recollection, but yes in my dreams, Tom Hiddleston is a amazing man

What’s getting on your nerves right now: nothing really at this moment, i guess being a female has terrible timing

Blood type: blood? red?

Nickname: Nerd, Short Person, BabyGirl, Jess, Jessie, Jessie Jess, Angel, there are so many

Relationship Status: Happy

Zodiac Sign: Cancer (June 25)

Pronouns: She, her, I am a cis girl lol but I will proudly respond to Dude, Bro, Bruh, Broski

Favorite Show: Obviously Supernatural is number 1, top 3 are Supernatural, Sherlock, and probably Penny Dreadful (but I have many favorites)

College: Not yet, I took a placement test and such but I am trying to get things straight first. Fingers crossed, within the next year or so I can start. I took some CP/ college class in high-school, there was one, Physcology, where the professor actually came and taught us and I did well in that also I think I made like a high Cor a B but with the history class they gave us a book, popped us in front of computers. I tried, I really did, but I also did something there that I never did in school before, I tried and couldn’t learn anything (that is when the computers actually worked) and it was just boring so I got fed up basically said fuck this shit and failed on purpose. My education currently is K4-graduating from high school with a diploma. I actually love learning so please don’t misunderstand, I hated school, but I still tried my best and did pretty well and never flunked a grade level or anything, I was also that person everyone hated for reminding teachers of homework when they forgot it because I was the one that, not exaggerating, had mental breakdowns doing it. In highschool there is/was a notorious teacher that everyone hated, literally, someone keyed his truck, but, he saw how hard I worked and such and he actually became like my best friend and I may have been a teacher’s pet but he and my other math teacher my senior year were my best friends. Okay long unnecessary rambling sorry

Hair Color: brunette, naturally, will eventually be black I know for certain. However, I colored it black once years ago, and in highschool I bleached my bangs so they were blonde, about two years ago but longer I put blue where the blonde was and that faded to teal, then i put red streaks throughout my hair when that was gone. Its been natural for a long time

Do you have a crush on someone: yes. celebrities, obviously, but there is one man on campus i sware i cant take my eyes off of lol. My babe,marie, and I have a whole private joke thing about it. He is known as Superman, you had to be there

What do you like about yourself: this one is really hard, honestly. It varies but I guess....I mean, my sweatshirt I am wearing now? that count? Oh! I can drink and not become my big sister, despite having to convince myself of that. It is complicated and my eyes too lol

FIRSTS:

First Surgery: it was getting my tonsils taken out when i was like maybe 5 or 6

First Piercing: ears, although i was never really able to wear earrings because of a reaction but they are closed now. I’m really thinking about getting my belly button pierced

First Sport You joined: there was the time when I was little and wrestling my dad, but that career ended when I kicked his nose/mouth and they swole, and the time I played football as a baby at my moms old family church but I bit my evil cousin? do those count?

First vacation: I don’t know if I ever had a vacation but I know my first time leaving home for a trip we went to Virginia, then Pittsburgh PA, then Niagra Falls NY

First Pair of Sneakers: I am willing to bet were hand me downs or from dollar general or a thrift store

Right Now:

Eating: Nothing at this second

Drinking: Nothing at this second but later Jack & Coke/soda and going to taste green apple Crown Royal with sprite,supposedly tastes like Jolly ranchers

I’m about to: respond to @browneyedhunter, shes been waiting while I typed all of this and hopefully tonight......uh giggidy

Listening to: keys typing and Jimmy’s snoring behind me

Want Kids: in the future, someday, yes, very much

Get Married: maybe, I’ll see if life let’s me but people say Jimmy and I are married. By people I mean my 62 yr old parents and his grandad, and his mom

Career: I really want one someday, but, we have talked, and we would both be alright with being a SAHM too. Right now, I don’t feel like I am doing my part despite what everyone says; but as long as I feel like I am doing that, I am good

SO TIREED!!! SHOULDERS HUUURURRTT

Lips or Eyes: who’s?

Hugs or kisses: again, who are we talking about?

Shorter or tall: I am shorter than everyone, @emoryhemsworth knows what I mean since we are both 4′9

Older or Younger: I have a thing for older guys

Romantic or Spontaneous: both

Sensitive or loud: those things don’t always necessarily correlate

Hookup or Relationship: Relationship. Unless it is another girl’ then I couldn’t do a relationship unless it was Poly

Troublemaker or Hesitant: hesitant af

Have You Ever:

Kissed a stranger: no, that is how disease happens. Unless...I guess Jimmy was technically a stranger when I met him and we kissed

Drank hard liquor: the hardest thing I have found I actually like is whiskey or Irish Trashcan

Lost Contacts/ glasses: nope

Sex on first date: believe it or not i have only ever done it with one person

Broken someone’s heart: I think I broke Faith’s heart when I told her true things about disney,childhood movies, fairytales etc

Been arrested: no, my parents have though XD

turned someone down: nope

Fallen for a friend: Yup, wish her well but she co go screw herself or that sweet soulles-

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: most of the time, no

Miracles: yes, because of I have lived through some, many of them

Love at First sight: i guess

Ive tagged people lol, I am done

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