#the curly hair is superior to the straightened look I said what I said

[captainskells]

I... was thinking about him (caleb widogast, professor at the soltryce academy, disaster magician) again 😔

#caleb widogast #bren #bren aldric ermendrud #critical role #CriticalRoleArt #critical role art #criticalrolefanart #critical role fanart #CriticalRoleCampaign2 #critical role 2 #critrole #the curly hair is superior to the straightened look I said what I said #my mind is in constant cycling between him astrid and essek there is no exiting this loop #mine #my doodles

[x-avantgarde-x]

Of love and dancing- Levi Ackerman

Summary: after taking back wall Maria, you and the other members of the Survey Corps, attend a ball held on your behalf.

Warnings: none, apart from some modifications of the canon story. Mentions of Erwin/Character and pure fluff.

Song to listen to: As the world caves in by Matt Maltese.

I also had this image in mind while writing this image because Levi looks amazing.

I have to thank @starrynightlys for taking the time to read this! Go check her blog if you don’t know her guys, she’s amazing ♥️

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Pink silk gently framing her well defined curves, her curly brunette locks tamed down to perfection for the first time in years in the survey corps; red juicy lips and rosy cheeks, it all combined with a soft pearly eyeshadow framed your best friends snow white pale skin making her look like a goddess out of an ancient painting. The enticing smell of roses being adding a little something to the picture in front of your eyes.

You smiled sweetly at her, quite proud of your work after the many hours you had spent locked in your room making sure that your best friend looked her best for her ball tonight.

The night had been carefully planned out from weeks before. Since the very first time she had lightly told you about her infatuation with commander Erwin Smith you had made it your duty, as you always had, to ensure her happiness by helping her lure the man. You yourself had had a certain someone in mind, from the moment the event had been announced the image of a certain raven haired captain had done anything but to roam your every thoughts. You had intended on inviting him to attend the ball with you, but for the past weeks Captain Levi had been awfully busy and you hadn’t had a chance to properly talk with him, if only to exchange a few words when you crossed paths on the hallways or delivered him one of his many cups of tea, before he drowned himself back in paperwork.

“Are you done already?” You hear your friend Maria talking from outside the door, “We’re almost done!” You responded, before rushing to the other side of the room and grabbing both your purses. You walked back to Andrea, a reassuring look on your eyes. “Are you sure he will like this?” She asked, voice trembling gently from the butterflies inside her stomach, “Trust me, he will love it.” The words were simple, but the unspoken message hidden behind them was acknowledged by you both ‘He will love you’, that particular way you had had of communicating with each other without the need of words since you were merely kids coming in handy once more.

You were greeted with your friends Maria and Rocio, each of them respectively holding Jean’s and Connie’s arm, while Sasha happily waited for you leaning on the door. Maria shook her head jokingly while complaining “Took you long enough in there to get ready” to what Connie and Rocio agreed while Jean added with a smooth smile “But has it been worth the wait, though”. You all laughed at his comment while Maria crossed her arms, playing offended with her boyfriend as he tried to get her to forgive him.

Once in the castle, your eyes widened in fascination. It was the biggest, fanciest place you had ever stepped your foot at. You were pretty sure, by the look of Andrea’s face, that given her rich familiars she had been to places similar to this before, but given that the place most similar to this that you had ever gone to was the upper class restaurant at the end of your street back at wall Maria, and the fact that the establishment wasn’t comparable to the luxuries and the greatness of the palace left you speechless and feeling quite out of place.

At the end of the room you could hardly pick out Historia, now Queen Historia, from the thousands of people in the room. After successfully taking back wall Maria, and having properly mourned the fallen soldiers, she and her ministers had decided to hold a ball in order to commemorate the Survey Corps and its members. And you couldn’t be any more grateful to her for any of this.

Returning your attention back to the room, you saw Sasha make her way to the food tables as Jean and Maria and Connie and Rocio drifted off to the dance floor, getting lost in between the many couples swaying together, as you tried unsuccessfully to find both your superiors. Making your way through the room, holding hands with Andrea in order to not get lost, you walked along the room a few times failing miserably in your search. Dizzy and bothered by the many people in the room you both walked away to a quiet corner hidden in between a few columns, sitting in a forgotten table that had been placed there you took in the look of disappointment in your friend’s eyes, so in order to light up the mood you asked her “Would you like for me to go and pick up a few snacks and drinks before Sasha finishes with it all?” She nodded faintly as you stood up walking once more towards the buffet.

As you walked back to your table, plates in hand and two glasses filled to the brim with the most expensive wine you had ever tasted, you finally found the men you had been searching for hours ago, Squad leader Hange and them sitting all together in a table in one of the most crowded places of the room. Without losing a moment, and leaving your food behind, not before taking a last sip of your wine, you made your way towards them with steady steps. When you were close enough to their table you made your presence known with a gentle cough and a loud enough “Commander!”

As the tall blond turned to face you, you tried your best to ignore Levi’s piercing eyes looking directly at you. “Cadet (Y/L/N), what a pleasure to see you here. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked you, but you didn’t fail to notice how he seemed to be searching for someone behind you. “Indeed I am, sir” you answered politely “but I wish I could say the same for my friend Andrea, over there” you added, pointing back at were your best friend sat, patiently waiting for your return “She has been awfully bored since we got her. But I’m pretty sure it’s not something a nice dance couldn’t solve”.

Erwin stood up from his chair almost immediately after your words, and you weren’t really sure that he had even heard your words as he walked away, a bright smile on his face. Hange laughed almost hysterically at the scene playing out before their eyes while you took the seat Erwin had occupied moments before, sitting right next to the man you had been dying to come to this same ball from long ago. You were about to speak, fearing to fall into an awkward silence, when you hear the captain’s smooth voice talking to you “I actually thought he wouldn’t end up asking her for a dance given how things were going. Though he probably hasn’t talked about anything else for the past few hours”, you chuckled in response, turning yourself back to face him.

Levi looked dashing, dressed in a pristine black suit and hair slicked back, giving him some sort of aristocracy air to his appearance. You could feel your heart skip a bit and once again you found yourself growing insecure about your appearance, asking yourself if the plain cream coloured dress and golden high-hills you had come with and your barely noticeable makeup were enough for the place you were at. “You... you look amazing, Captain” you told him, a sweet smile on your face, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks and ear “You look pretty too” he answered back, as if he could read your thoughts "and cut the formalities, tonight we are not in a mission" laughing at his comment you agreed with him, leaning back on your sit not without catching another glass of wine from one of the butlers trays. The next 30 minutes were spent in a comfortable silence, as you entertained yourself with watching your friends and their partners dance to the music, and enjoying your wine along the many decorations of the room. It was then that the music came to an end, the musicians getting ready to play a new symphony, that you finally got the chance you had been waiting for. “Levi...” you called for his attention making him turn back to you “ would you care for a dance?” He looked taken back by your question, his posture getting totally stiff and a disturbed look on his face “I’m sorry, I...” Levi spoke, voice low and trembling, as if he didn’t know how to phrase his next sentence “You...” you spoke back, trying to encourage him as you placed your right hand on top of his, which rested upon the table, and drawing small circles against his skin. He inhaled deeply and said in a rush “I don’t know how to dance”.

You weren’t able to stop a small chuckle from escaping from your lips, to what the man next to you reacted by straightening himself once more and trying to get off your touch. In an attempt to solve the situation you came closer to him, a sweet look on your face “Levi, it’s okay if you don’t know how to dance... follow me” a small smile took over his face, what made your heart skip a few beats at the sight, and his eyes glimmered in amusement as he nodded in agreement and extended one of his hands for you to take it. Doing so, you walked him out of the lounge to a small and solitary room you had spotted once you walked inside the palace, there you could still follow the music without getting swallowed by the mob of dancing couples and without worrying about judicious looks. Intertwining your fingers with his long ones, you placed his left hand upon your waist at the same time that he pulled your closer to he’s chest, a shiver traveling both your bodies making goosebumps appear because of the proximity. The song began and you started to move, almost gracefully, around the dance floor. In a moment of braveness, you decided to place your head against his chest, listening to the rapid rhythm of his heart against his rib cage; you breathed in deeply, his usual scent of tea leaves, old wood, and soap slightly masked by the scent of his cologne. As you continued dancing you could feel his body relaxing against yours, his steps becoming less unsure as you twirled around the place, your whole attention laid on one another.

Songs began and songs ended and there you spent the rest of the night, twirling around the room in your Captain’s arms, detached from the rest of the world that stayed behind a closed door.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi season 4 #levi aot

[fanmoose12]

Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 4/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Petra was standing in front of a coffee machine, trying to choose between latte and cappuccino. She almost pressed on a button with latte written on it, when a hand, which fell heavily on her shoulder, stopped her.

"Goodness, don't even think of buying coffee there!"

Startled, Petra whirled around. She gasped as she saw Captain Erwin standing in front of her.

"Am I... not allowed to buy coffee here?"

Was there some unspoken rule that newly promoted detectives couldn't take coffee from the precinct's coffee machine? Was she overstepping some line?

For a second, Captain Erwin's eyebrows drew together in confusion. But then his lips curved into a smile, as he let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh no, no, of course, you're allowed to order coffee there," he assured her. "But you really shouldn't. In Levi's words," he scowled, trying to mimic Levi's annoyed expression. Petra couldn't resist a giggle - Captain Erwin's impression was spot on. "It tastes worse than horse's piss."

Petra covered her mouth with two hands, stifling her laughter.

Captain raised his arms in a placating gesture. "His words, not mine. But it's truly awful. C'mon," he turned around and started walking, beckoning Petra to do the same. "I'll make you a better one."

***

As Captain was busy with preparing coffee, Petra couldn’t help, but look around his office. The office wasn’t big or spacious, but it was brightly lit and tidy. There wasn’t much inside, only a bookshelf, filled with case files and diplomas, a small leather coach and simple wooden desk. The desk, for some reason, attracted the most of Petra’s attention. It didn’t look different from her own, the same computer model, the same table lamp, however… there was a photo frame standing beside computer screen. She couldn’t see, who was pictured there, but she found it curious and a little strange nevertheless. She would have never guessed that Captain had a family. He didn’t seem the type.  

"Here you go," Erwin placed a cup in front of Petra. She took it with two hands, lifting it up and inhaling a deep, bitter aroma. It smelled perfect. She brought it to her lips, taking a first sip. Oh. Not only it smelled perfect, it tasted perfect too. She couldn't keep in a small moan of satisfaction that escaped her lips, as the hot liquid made its way down her throat.

Erwin watched her with amused eyes.  

"Thank you," Petra smiled sheepishly, blushing slightly, as she put the cup down. "It's the best coffee I've had in weeks."

"My pleasure," Erwin smiled back, drinking from his own cup.

Petra fidgeted. Captain’s expression was relaxed, but those bright blue eyes were so intense, she felt like he was staring into her soul. Why did he even call her there? Surely not just for coffee.

"C-captain?" Petra gripped the cup in her hands tighter. "Did you invite me there for any particular reason?"

"I wanted you to enjoy a nice cup of coffee," Erwin put the cup down and rested his chin on top of his hands. His eyes stared at her, following the smallest of her moves. "And to talk with you. How is the case going?"

"Um..." Petra swallowed, feeling uneasy. "It's, um, going."

Erwin slightly raised his eyebrow, but didn't push the matter further.

“Levi asked for a day-off tomorrow,” he said. “Would you be able to hold on without him? I know you’ve just been promoted a—”

“No, it’s fine!” Petra assured him eagerly. Of course, the prospect of surviving the shift without her more experienced partner was a more than a little worrying. But after what she had seen today in the interrogation room, maybe, it was for the best if Levi spent some time at home.

"Speaking of Levi,” Erwin began. “Does he give you any trouble?"

"Of course, not!" Petra exclaimed with way too much vigor.

Erwin smirked, raising an eyebrow higher. "Is that really so?"

Petra deflated, casting her eyes down. "Detective Levi is a great professional and I—"

"Petra," Erwin cut her off. "Levi won't get in trouble with me, don't worry. I'm asking as his friend, not as his superior."

"As his friend..." Petra whispered.

"Yes," Erwin nodded. "So if there's something I should know, please tell me. God knows, Levi would never tell me if something bothered him."

"I..." Petra nervously tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I think you should take him off this case. It's clearly too personal for Levi."

"Hm, maybe, you're right," Erwin scratched his chin. "I knew that appointing him to this case would cause some problems..."

"Then why did you? Give him this case?"

Erwin shrugged. "I wanted to see his reaction. To see if he had truly moved on from Hange's death."

That was... that was heartless. But as she stared at Captain's face, she didn't see the cold calculation or simple indifference in his eyes. Only uncertainty and worry. Maybe, it was his weird way of caring about his friend.

"You knew from the beginning, right?" she asked quietly. "That this case would involve detective Zoe?"

"I had a feeling," Erwin agreed. "The murder happened in the same apartment complex she used to live in, after all. Hardly could be a coincidence."

Right... so that's why the witness had recognized Levi. Did he really share an apartment with his partner?

"Forgive my bluntness...” she cleared her throat, gathering all of her courage to maintain a direct eye contact with Captain. “But what was the nature of Levi and detective Zoe's relationship?"

"They were partners," Erwin answered, his jaw set. "In every possible sense of that word.”

“Oh,” if before Petra’s cheeks were rosy, now they turned almost crimson read. She felt stupid for asking such a personal question. Clearly, her partner wasn’t the only one, who was still affected by detective Zoe’s death. “I shouldn’t have asked, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s nothing,” Erwin waved her off. “Levi isn’t the most open of people, so I understand the desire to… get to know him better.”

Petra nodded, although Captain’s words didn’t really help her understand anything. It also didn’t really make Levi’s story any clearer. She still couldn’t piece together what kind of bound existed between Levi and detective Zoe. They clearly were much more than just colleagues. Definitely more than just friends, too. Maybe, they were dating? Or even married? There were many ways in which the world ‘partner’ could be interpreted. Maybe, that’s exactly why Captain Erwin used it.

"By the way, did you finish questioning the witness?" Erwin asked, bringing her back to the present.

"We did," Petra replied, avoiding his gaze. The recent incident in the interrogation room still hung heavily over her head.

"I assume it didn't go that well," Erwin noted.

Petra sighed. "The man that the witness described.... Didn't fit the description of Zeke Yeager."

Erwin covered his eyes with a hand. "So he really is pursuing that theory..." he glanced up at Petra. "What was the description given to you by the witness?"

"Um, according to him, the killer is a tall man with brown and curly hair."

"And what makes you think he described a killer?"

"Huh?"

Erwin straightened out. "Are you absolutely sure that the man that the witness saw was a killer?"

"He went with the victim to her apartment..."

"But we can't know for sure if he was the one to kill her," Erwin said resolutely. "Did the witness say how that man left the building?"

"He finished his shift earlier," Petra answered, feeling more and more confused with each passing moment. “Do you think that someone else killed her?”

“I’m not stating anything,” Erwin replied, evasive as always. “I’m just saying that you can’t be too sure in any of your theories until you actually get some evidence. It narrows your scope.”

“A-aha,” now Petra got it. “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth and all that, right?”

“Yes,” Erwin smiled widely. “Remember these words and you’ll do great at your job.”

“Thank you for the advice,” Petra smiled briefly, before furrowing her eyebrows. Something in Erwin’s words bothered her. Could it be that…

“Captain, do you… do you also think that it was Zeke Yeager, who killed that woman?”

Erwin didn’t answer immediately.

“I know it seems weird for you,” he began with self-deprecating smile. “And I know that Levi may seem like he’s obsessed with catching Zeke, and, maybe, he really is, but… You didn’t know Zeke. He was smart. Very smart. And he liked playing with people. I’m not saying that he’s alive, I’ve seen evidence that very much proved the opposite, but the fact that he’s somewhat involved in that murder is certain. The glasses belonged to Hange, and the blood was hers too. Who else could have gotten it? It’s either one of Zeke’s henchmen, maybe, someone, who seeks revenge for his death, or…” he trailed off, shrugging.

“But the description didn’t match!” Petra tried to argue.

“Wigs exist,” Erwin said simply.

Petra hanged her head. She wanted to protest, wanted to come up with some argument that would destroy this whole outlandish theory. Unfortunately, if Levi and Erwin kept overlooking one small fact that Zeke had died two years ago, she doubted there was anything that would be able to dissuade them.

“Oh, shoot!” Erwin suddenly exclaimed, glancing at his wrist watch. “I’m almost late to a very important meeting!” he got to his feet, gathering the papers on his desk. “Thank you for the company, Petra.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” she smiled prettily, even though her head was still reeling from their conversation.

“Good luck with your case,” Erwin said, as he followed Petra out of his office. “And look over Levi for me, okay? If anything happens, you know where to find me.”

He gave her one last smile and then hurried away. Petra stared at his wide back for a second, and then she pulled herself together, turning around and heading towards her office.

It was about time she got some actual work done.

***

To her surprise, when Petra had entered their office, it turned out that Levi wasn't there. She glanced to the side, his coat wasn't hanging on the clothes rack. However... his computer was on, the screen burning brightly in the otherwise dark room.

Petra couldn't take her eyes off that computer. She remembered her first day at work (it seemed almost surreal that it was only yesterday, it felt like weeks has passed) and how Levi was so focused on his computer, as though whatever was on his screen was the most important thing in the world. She remembered her desire to find out what was he working on.

She stepped further into the room, wondering where Levi was right now. He promised Moblit he'd visit the forensics department, maybe, he was there? But why would he need his coat for? And why didn't he turn off his computer?

Petra took another step, her eyes darting to the desk next to Levi's. Detective Zoe's desk. It was a little different than yesterday.

There was... There was a pair of glasses lying atop one of the reports. The same glasses they found on the scene of crime, Petra realized, as she saw a crack running through the left lens. But the blood was gone. Whoever cleaned them, did a real good job. Petra had a feeling she knew one particular person, who liked keeping things clean and tidy.

She felt a lump form inside her throat. Two years had passed, and Levi still didn't give up on her, hoping that one day she would come back. Petra couldn't decide if she should admire his loyalty or pity his naivety.

Either way, she hurriedly turned away from that desk. It made her feel melancholic and more than a little depressed.

If the glasses were there, it meant that Levi had already visited Moblit and his team. Where was he now? How much time did she have?

Glancing back, as if to check that Levi wasn't coming back this instant, Petra took a deep breath. And then she swiftly sat down at his desk.

Moving the cursor, she studied his desktop. There wasn’t much on it, just a few folders. She ignored the ones with the obvious contents – the ones named ‘cases’ and ‘reports’. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw the folder with a name ‘that fucking asshole’, she almost clicked on it, but then she saw another folder. This one was named ‘Sannes’, and Petra’s breath hitched, as she remembered Levi asking her about him. Could it be… could it be that this folder contained some evidence? The one that could back up Levi’s claim about Sannes’ involvement with criminal underworld? Feeling her pulse fasten, Petra opened the folder.

Well, she tried to open it, because as soon as she clicked on the folder, a new tab opened, requesting a password.

She cursed.

Petra tipped her head back, thinking. What could a man like Levi use as his password?

She typed four zeros and then pressed enter.

‘The password is incorrect. Please try again.’

Of course, it was too naïve to hope that Levi would use something as generic as this. But Petra wasn’t going to give up so soon. She opened the first drawer of his desk, trying to find something that would give her some sort of idea. Petra grinned as she found the old driver license. It was expired, but in the corner Levi’s birth date was written.

Bingo.

She quickly wrote the numbers and pressed enter, her hands slightly trembling in anticipation of seeing what was inside that folder.

‘The password is incorrect. Please try again.’

Shit. Closing the first drawer, she opened the second. She rummaged through it for a couple of moments, but found nothing, except old autopsy and ballistic reports. Petra groaned – she was starting to get desperate. She closed the second drawer with more force than was necessary, opening the third one. The last one.

It was empty, except— Except an old, tattered photo. Three people were pictured there – Petra immediately recognized Captain Erwin and Levi, even though they looked much younger. A bespectacled woman stood between them, her hands wrapped around both of their shoulders. It must be detective Zoe, Petra guessed, looking at the woman’s wide grin. Detective Zoe wasn’t the only one smiling – there was a delighted beam on Captain Erwin’s lips as well, and even Levi, as weird as it looked, was wearing a small, but satisfied smile.

They looked so joyous here, so… so happy. And now one of them was dead, and two others suffered heavily because of that loss.

She turned the photo around. There was something written on the other side.

The only time, when your face didn’t look so constipated, shorty! Keep it as a reminder

“Shorty?” Petra gasped, rereading the small note again. She would never dare to call Levi like that. Most people probably wouldn’t. Hange Zoe was clearly an exception. And it was obvious that Levi took her advice of keeping the photo to heart, the picture looked worn out, as though it was frequently held and looked at.

Shaking head, she tried to regain her focus. She didn’t come here to go through Levi’s stuff. Well, technically, that was exactly what she was doing right now, but she really didn’t mean to pry into his personal life. She did it more than enough today. She needed to guess his password, and, unfortunately, that photo didn’t help her in the least.

But what if…

Biting her lip, Petra bent over the keyboard. She almost finished typing ‘HangeZoe’, when the door handle began to rattle.

Petra jumped in her seat, frantically closing the password window on the screen and hiding the photo back inside the drawer. She wasn’t quick enough to get to her feet, though, the door began to open, as Petra erratically tried to think of some excuse to explain, what she was doing behind Levi’s desk, but nothing was good enough. She could quite clearly picture his furious expression, she already wanted to start apologizing, but then the door was opened completely.

And Petra saw Oluo, standing on the threshold.

“Goddamn it!” she cried out, heart still thumping way too loudly inside her chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Oluo frowned. “I have never heard you curse before. And, by the way, isn’t that detective Ackerman’s desk?”

“What are you doing here?” she asked instead, ignoring his last question.

Oluo rolled his eyes arrogantly, all signs of his previous suspicion gone. Petra felt warmth spread through her chest at the sight of his annoying face. Never would she guess, but she missed Oluo terribly.

“Someone wants to see you,” he replied, leaning against the wall. “So finish whatever you were doing at detective Ackerman’s desk and let’s go.”

“Someone?” Petra blinked in surprise. “Who?”

“Djel Sannes,” Oluo told her with puffed out chest. He was clearly proud to receive a command from such important man. “Deputy police chief.”

The folder at Levi’s computer immediately appeared in Petra’s mind. She couldn’t open it and see, what his partner found so suspicious about that man. But, maybe, she could investigate it herself.

She got to her feet, adjusting her blouse and skirt.

“Let’s go then,” she joined Oluo at the doorstep. “Can’t make him wait, right?”

 ***

As they were walking through the precinct’s corridors, Oluo didn’t take his eyes off her even for a second.

“Do I have something on my face?” Petra snapped, feeling uneasy under his gaze.

Oluo hurriedly looked away, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “No, of course, you don’t.”

“Then what’s the matter? You’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown a second head or something.”

“You look just fine,” Oluo huffed, still refusing to meet her eyes. “It’s just… you’ve changed.”

“Changed?” Petra let out a surprised chuckle. “People don’t change over a day, dummy.”

“Maybe, change isn’t the right word then, but…” he scowled, annoyed with his inability to express himself clearly. “You carry yourself with more confidence now and at the same time… you look more troubled than I’ve ever seen you.”

Well, she wasn’t sure about her newfound confidence, she felt nothing of the sort, but troubled? That was a vast understatement.

“A lot of stuff happened over these two days.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Oluo’s soft voice caught her off-guard. Petra glanced at him. Oluo was looking back. There was no amusement in his eyes, and his usual smirk was absent as well. He genuinely wanted to help her, Petra realized with a start.

“Yes,” she answered him after a moment, “I would love to talk about it,” she paused, staring straight in Oluo’s eyes. “With you.”

“Oh,” Oluo stopped abruptly, nearly colliding with someone. Petra giggled into her palm. He looked so flabbergasted. To Oluo’s credit, however, it took him only a few seconds to regain his posture. “I k-know a place!” he exclaimed loudly. “I found a new restaurant near the precinct, the food is delicious and it’s really nice p—”

“Alright,” Petra cut him off, still chuckling. “Let’s visit it tomorrow evening. If that works for you?”

“O-of course!”

“Great,” she patted his shoulder, before leaning in to press her lips to his cheek. “Then it’s a date,” she whispered into Oluo’s ear, before walking away, leaving him to stare after her with a dazed smile on his face.

Petra turned the corner and there it was. The door to Djel Sannes’ office. It looked the same as all doors in precinct looked – a sturdy, wooden door. Nothing unusual about it, and yet— and yet Petra’s palms were sweaty. Her heart was beating faster than usual too. Logically, she knew there was nothing to be afraid of, it was just a visit to her superior’s office. She talked with Captain Erwin earlier, and it wasn’t nerve-wracking at all. She would even call it pleasant. And she wasn’t even sure, if there was something wrong with deputy police chief, she had never met him after all. The only thing she knew is that Levi didn’t trust him, but Levi also believed that people, who had died two years ago in the explosion, were alive. His opinion clearly wasn’t the most reliable.

She just needed to get a grip on herself. What had Oluo said to her? She carried herself with more confidence? Well, maybe, the time has come to prove it.

Petra took a deep, calming breath and raised her hand, knocking on the door.

“Come in!” came a deep, booming voice from the other side of the door.

Petra took another breath, and then. She walked in.  

***

Deputy police chief’s office, as it turned out, wasn’t much different from Captain Erwin’s. It was a little bigger and his desk was a little fancier, but otherwise it was the same type of office every high-ranked policemen had.

Djel Sannes himself didn’t look as scary as Petra imagined. He looked kind of plain, actually. He was a middle aged man with wide shoulders, neat haircut and clean-shaved face. There were more than a hundred men like him in their precinct.

Petra’s heart rate slowed down a little.

“Detective Ral!” Sannes spread his hands in a welcoming gesture. “I was waiting for you!”

Petra put on a polite smile, sitting down on the opposite side of his desk. “It is an honor, sir. Do you wish to discuss something?”

“Just welcome you on your new position. You’ve been a detective for…”

“Two days,” Petra answered.

“Exactly!” Sannes snapped his fingers. “And we’re seeing each other only now,” he cocked his head to the side, looking at Petra. His expression was still easy, friendly, but his eyes became sharper. Colder. “You’ve been busy, I’ve heard.”

“We were appointed a new case tonight,” Petra nodded, pointedly ignoring the sudden change in Sannes. It was probably her nerves getting to her.

“Yes, a woman was murdered. Do you have any clue who had done it?”

“We are working on it.” Petra said with much more confidence than she actually felt.

“Good, good,” her false bravado had either gone unnoticed by Sannes, or he simply didn’t care enough to call her out on it. “And what about your partner? Detective Ackerman?”

“Um… what about him?”

“I know that man,” Sannes said offhandedly. “To put it mildly… he’s not the easiest person to deal with. Is he bothering you? If he is, don’t hesitate to tell me, I’ll appoint a new partner for you.”

“No, no,” Petra waved her hands. “Detective Ackerman is a very skilled detective. I like working with him.”

Sannes gave her a very skeptic look. “Is that really so? I find it hard to believe, actually.”

He reached over to the drawer, opening it and taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and sitting back in a chair.

“Do you smoke?” he asked Petra, offering her a cigarette.

She silently shook her head. Smoking inside the precinct was prohibited. But obviously Petra decided not to say it out loud.

“I should have fired that man a long time ago,” Sannes took another drag. “I would have done it, if Smith wasn’t so overprotective of him. He always had a soft spot for Ackerman. For him and that partner of his. Surely you’ve heard about her already?” he glanced at Petra, shaking out the ash into the ashtray. “Detective Hange Zoe,” the distain in his voice was so clear, Petra felt uncomfortable. “Between you and me, that woman got what she deserved. She was hot-headed and reckless, and in the end, that’s exactly what had gotten her killed.”

Petra wondered if Sannes had ever shared his thoughts on the matter with Levi. Sannes’ nose didn’t look like it was ever broken and Levi still worked as a detective, so she guessed they never had that particular conversation.

“But you’re not like them,” Sannes said. “You’re not a scheming bastard like Smith, you don’t put your nose where it doesn’t belong to like that Zoe did, and obviously you’re not a psychopath like Ackerman. I like you, Ral,” he grinned approvingly. “We should work together.”

“T-together?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “You help me and I help you.”

Petra honestly couldn’t believe her ears. So Levi was right after all. Although, she still had not even a hint of his connection to criminals, there was no doubt that Djel Sannes, deputy police chief, was a corrupt and malicious man. And it meant that Petra had to choose her words very, very carefully. She couldn’t let him know that she wasn’t on his side.

“And… what do you need my help with, sir?”

“Oh, not much,” Sannes put out his cigarette, the smug smile still present on his face. “Just keep an eye on your partner. If he does something suspicious… well,” he let out a small chuckle. “You know where to find me.”

“That I do,” Petra nodded with a smile she put on to mask her disgust. “Is that everything you’ve wanted to talk about?”

“Yes, that’s all,” he waved his hand carelessly. “You may go, but,” he gave Petra another careful look. “I’ll be expecting to hear from you, Ral.”

“Of course, sir,” she raised to her feet. “I’ll try not to disappoint.”

It was only when Petra was inside her office that she could finally breathe out in relief. With each passing hour, her life was getting more and more complicated. She would never expect deputy police chief to ask her to spy on her partner.

Speaking of which… where was Levi? She hadn’t seen him all day.

Petra’s eyes darted to his computer, but she quickly changed her mind. She had more than enough revelations for one day. She was tired to the bone, too. She glanced at the clock – it was already past six, which meant her shift was finally over.

Grabbing her bag and coat, Petra hurriedly left the precinct. She had a crazy day.

And something told her – tomorrow would be no better.

#yes the picture on erwin's desk is the same photo that levi hides inside his drawer #i wonder if a third copy exists..... and if it does exist who has it ;) #also!!!! fun fact!!!! #the conversation between petra and erwin was the first scene i came up with!!! #so it was kinda the thing that gave birth to this au lmao #anyways!!!!!! i'm real excited for the next chapter!!!!! #and i hope it won't take long to finish it!!!! #levihan #levi ackerman #petra ral #oluo bozado #snk fanfiction #levihan fanfiction

[auxiliarydetective]

Whump-/Flufftober - Day 3: Lazy Sundays

John, Gordon, Raevyn and Alara are on vacation on Raevyn's home planet, Tenshin. Let's just say Gordon is not a morning person.

The sunshine shone in through the thin curtains, filling the room with a golden light. Slowly, John woke up. For a second, he wanted to stretch, but then he noticed the weight holding him down and he remembered where he was. He opened his eyes, finding Gordon sprawled on top of him with his head on his chest, still deep into dreamland, and Raevyn and Alara at either of his sides.

“Good morning, baby”, Raevyn said softly, her glowing eyes beaming up at him.

“Did you sleep well?”, Alara asked.

“I’ve never slept better”, John replied sleepily. “But how the hell are you this awake already? Is that a Chief of Security thing?”

“Probably”, Alara said. “I mean, you could be thrown into a life-or-death situation at any time.”

“It also comes with having an electrical current inside of you”, Raevyn explained. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to fall asleep on my own sometimes.”

“Well, then it’s good that we’re here, right?”, John said with a smirk.

“I can’t believe nobody found out yet”, Alara mumbled.

“There are some people who suspect something. I’ve been listening in on their thoughts - totally unintentionally, of course -”

“Of course.”

“But they’ll be fine with it. Even if they weren’t, they’d have to accept it. It’s legal by Union law and we’re their superior officers.”

“What if they throw the issue with romantic relationships between inferior and superior officers at us?”, Alara asked.

“They can’t do that”, John said. “Because we don’t really work together. Gordon and I are only technically in the same section. In reality, we work together, like, once every six months, because he’s never down in engineering. And you two are practically the same rank, even if you’re not on paper.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway”, Raevyn said with a happy sigh. “We’re stationed on the Orville, the most chaotic ship in the entire fleet. Even the admirals know that it’s no use trying to keep us in order.”

That was when Gordon slowly started to move.

“Speakin’ of the chaos man himself”, John said with a chuckle.

“Good morning, sleepyhead”, Raevyn whispered, running her fingers through Gordon’s messy red hair and kissing his temple.

Alara smiled and sat up, straightening her tousled hair. Her eyes wandered to the curtains and the window behind it. In the distance, the waves crashed into the shore. John, meanwhile, flexed the muscles in his arm and fingers. It had failed to wake up at the same time as him. Raevyn followed Alara’s example, stretching her limbs and spine. Her curly hair looked a lot messier than usual, causing Alara to giggle.

“Oh, shut up, you don’t look much better.”

“I don’t have that problem”, John said with a smirk, a lovestruck gleam in his eyes as he looked at the two women, their hair tousled, their cheeks glowing with a slight blush, soft smiles on their lips. Gordon, meanwhile, seemed to almost fall back asleep.

“And what about you, huh?”, John asked. “You gonna move?”

“Are you gonna make me get up?”, Gordon murmured, barely understandable.

“Hell no. I’m not gettin’ up either. It’s Sunday and we’re on vacation. Double the reason to stay in bed today.”

“Oh, come on, guys”, Alara said. “Just yesterday you couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful this planet was. Don’t you want to go outside and explore a bit? Don’t get me wrong, I love cuddles, but we can do that on the Orville too.”

“I wouldn’t go outside if I were you”, Raevyn said, combing her hair with her fingers. She paused and pointed out the window. “See that cloud over there? I think we’re in for a thunderstorm.”

“Called it”, Gordon said, now sounding a bit more awake. “It’s instinct. I don’t wanna die.”

“The furthest we’ll be able to go is the patio.”

“Is that what the line in the ground outside the patio is for?”, John asked with interest. “Some sort of protective bubble?”

“More like a dome. But yes, it’s glass, strengthened with a forcefield and lined with metal so all the lightning gets redirected into the ground. If you’re standing on the ground off the patio you’re just as dead by the way, that’s why it’s so close to the patio. It’s so you can’t step off even if you want to.”

“Man, your planet is scary”, Gordon said. “Cool but scary.”

Alara sighed and pulled her feet back onto the bed.

“So… breakfast in bed it is then?”, she asked carefully.

Raevyn nodded and got up, stretching once again, from her head to her toes, looking as if she were doing acrobatics.

“I’ll get us some food… and some coffee.”

“Coffee sounds great”, Gordon agreed. “Otherwise I’ll never be awake.”

Raevyn nodded and left for the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, babe, but if we’re gonna eat, I’m gonna need to sit”, John said, nudging Gordon in the side. “You gotta move.”

“But I don’t wanna move… Alara, help, please…”

Alara shook her head.

“You lazy little baby…”

She grabbed him by the waist and lifted him off of John with ease, sitting him down next to him instead.

“Thank you, baby”, Gordon said sweetly and gave her a kiss in return.

“I’ll see if I can help”, Alara said. She gave John a quick kiss, then left for the kitchen as well.

#the orville #john lamarr #oc: raevyn maumahara #alara kitan #gordon malloy #gordon/raevyn/john/alara #fanfiction #flufftober2021 #whump/flufftober

[ellewritesathing]

Figure It Out

Summary: The Fright Club stumbles across an injured werewolf chased out of town by hunters.

Masterlist

Word-count: 2.8k+

A/N: this caliban x fem!reader was requested by the lovely and ever-so-patient @none-of-this-makes-any-sense​ 💕 hope you guys enjoy!!

When you’re running from something, your body reaches a point where it wants to give up. Your muscles ache, your lungs burn, and all your joints cry out. Every step becomes its own misery when you reach that point - and that was without poison eating away at your insides - but your choices were to either keep running or be killed. 

The hunters had fallen away sometime during the night, and it was only after you’d made it out of the woods and spotted the broken and graffitied Welcome to Greendale sign that you realized they'd stopped following you because you crossed town lines. Their treaties prevented them from hunting on land that was already claimed. 

Greendale was claimed by the witches. No hunter, regardless of what their prey was, was allowed in Greendale, but that didn’t exactly make Greendale an accepting place. The last werewolf you’d heard of Greendale had been kept as a familiar and killed by one of the witches. The Greendale witches were why you would have kept running if you could. 

But you couldn’t. The second your mind realized you were safe from the hunters, it stopped giving your muscles the adrenaline they needed to keep going. Without pure survival to focus on, you were acutely aware of how much pain you were in. 

A trail of black blood followed you all the way from the Welcome to Greendale sign to the garage you’d broken into and curled up in. The pain had left you too exhausted to deal with the fear of being found, so you told yourself that you could deal with staying hidden if you survived the night. 

It was light out when you woke up, annoying rays of sunlight streaming through the glass on the garage, and now you had to deal with getting out of Greendale and finding your pack before the hunters found you. The problem was that, between you and the door, stood a horde of teenagers. 

They stood in a huddle and whispered furiously at each other. Not to each other; they were arguing too much and not listening to each other to qualify as whispering to each other. The sight of them would have been funny - with two being much taller than the rest and having to stoop, while one was annoyed at the close proximity, and the leader being the tiniest blonde girl you’d ever seen - if they weren’t standing between you and your escape. 

One of the shorter ones - a guy with a mess of brown curls on his head - spotted that you were awake while you were sizing them up. He patted the arm of the guy next to him - tall, blonde hair, heartstoppingly attractive - and nodded over at you when he got his attention. 

“Apologies, my lady,” the taller one said as he straightened up, interrupting the tiny blonde as he did. He looked at you curiously, not malevolently, but not exactly kindly either, “but it appears our friend has woken up.”

The tiny blonde was only momentarily irritated at the interruption, but she looked more carefully suspicious than bothered when she turned to you. She hadn’t managed to do anything to you in the second after saying ‘oh’ and turning to look at you, but your brain screamed that she was a witch anyway. 

“Uh, hi,” she said with a second-too-late smile. She took a step closer. “My name is Sabrina and these are my friends.” 

You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t like lying on the floor with them standing over you. Trying to look tougher than you felt, you pulled yourself into a sitting position. 

“Okay, well, we’re here to help you,” Sabrina said. She did her best to push past the awkwardness and connect with you. “So if there’s anything that you could tell us, maybe about how you got that stomach wound … no? Okay, uh-”

You watched Sabrina wring out her hands awkwardly as she cast a look at her group. There was only one other witch, something you couldn’t place, and then three humans. 

At least, you thought to yourself, you passed for human.

Sabrina’s friends each mumbled some awkward sentences, except for the tall blonde. He was the one you couldn’t place, but he didn’t make you nervous because of the uncertainty. He made you nervous because he kept staring at you without saying anything. 

“-Well, we can’t really help you if you don’t talk to us,” Sabrina continued, her patience wearing thin. She looked like she was going to keep going when the blonde took his eyes off you and straightened up. 

“She’s not going to tell you anything,” he said. His voice was more sure of itself than the others, clearly used to being the voice that commands a room “-because she’s afraid. Aren’t you, little wolf?” 

“Little wolf?” the shorter one with curly brown hair and the other girl asked at the same time. They were an odd mixture of offense at the pet name and confusion at the origin of the name itself. If you weren’t so horrified by the revelation, their expressions would have made you smile. 

But survival came before smiling. You set your jaw as you tried to move again, but you winced at the tugging of your injured muscles. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said through gritted teeth in an attempt to recover. 

“Don’t I?” the blonde asked. He smiled as he walked closer to you, each step was as careful as the smile on his face. He crouched in front of you. “I was created in the pits of Hell; I learned to sniff out a werewolf before I learned how to talk.” 

“I don’t think a demon has the right to judge,” you said in a strained voice. 

He seemed amused by your defiance and used the moment of amusement to launch your attack. You struck out and kicked his leg out from under him. As he fell, you scrambled to your feet and bolted towards the door. 

Unfortunately, Sabrina and her horde of friends had other plans. The other tall brunette raced behind you to grab you, and it took all of your limited energy to push him away. The witches were arguing about spelling you, and the humans were worried about their friend. 

The tall blonde recovered quicker than you expected. He grabbed you from behind and restrained you fairly easily, despite your weak attempts to fight him off. Eventually, you realized that struggling was useless and decided to save your energy. 

“So that was fun,” the other witch said. He pushed some black hair out of his face and sighed, but he shot you a smile anyway. 

“Maybe because she didn’t punch you,” the brunette grumbled as his friends picked him up off the floor. 

“Maybe because I didn’t attack her,” the witch said with a superior tilt of his head. He looked away from the human and to Sabrina. “Who cares if she’s a werewolf? Let’s just heal her wounds and let her go.” 

“Let her go?” Sabrina asked. Again, she looked like she was going to argue when the tall blonde spoke. 

His voice rumbled when he spoke because he was so close to you. “While I hate to agree with Nicholas, she’s not a threat, my lady. There is no reason for us to keep her here.” 

There was still something about him that you didn’t trust, despite his advocating for your release, but you didn’t say anything. If he was going to be the one that got you out of the witches’ den, then you’d let him and deal with your distrust later on. 

“I, uh-” the short curly-haired one started uncertainly. “I agree. I mean, she’s not a threat to anyone other than Harvey, no offense. Are you?” 

It took you a second to realize that he was talking to you. He was kinder than his friends. 

“No.” Your voice was quiet but it sounded deafening while everyone waited for you to answer. Trying to sound less unsure, you added, “I just want to go home.” 

“If that’s the case, why did you come here?” Sabrina asked. 

“Trust me, it wasn’t by choice,” you said. You tried to move and the blonde tightened his arms around you. You turned to glare at him. “Do you mind?” 

“Are you going to kick me again if I say yes?” he asked. He was smiling again, not necessarily malevolently but mischievously. You realized it was because he was flirting with you. 

“Let her go, Caliban,” the witch said. His protectiveness was unusual. 

Caliban said something about how dear Nicholas was always looking out for the underdog. Whatever he was implying was clearly pointed at Nick and not you, but it didn’t sit well with you. 

Still, he let you go, and you started walking over to the spot where you’d slept when your muscles had enough of your abuse and wobbled underneath you. One of the humans caught you, the girl. 

She gave you an uncertain smile as she helped you stand. “I’m Roz,” she said. She nodded to each of her friends as she introduced them. “That’s Harvey and Theo. You already kinda met Brina, Nick, and Caliban.”

There was something about her that made you feel safe enough to tell her your name, even though you regretted it the second you were done. Then she asked where you were from and, again, you felt yourself giving out more information than you would have otherwise. 

“Why did you come all this way?” Roz asked. She seemed genuinely concerned about you. 

“My pack was attacked by hunters,” you said. “They didn’t follow me once I crossed into Greendale.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Sabrina asked. “We’ve had some run-ins with witch hunters.” 

You shook your head. “Different kind of hunters,” you said. 

You pulled your hand away from your stomach and looked at the black blood. It should have healed by now, but the blood was still thick and dark. At least it wasn’t smoking anymore, but you would still die if it wasn’t treated. 

“That doesn’t look good,” Roz said, sounding uncertain. 

“Doesn’t feel good either,” you said. You pulled your lips into a tight smile and shrugged off everything else. “I’ll be fine once I get home.” 

“Let me take you to my aunt,” Sabrina said. “She specializes in herbal medicines.” 

“Thanks, but I can take it from here,” you said. 

“Nicholas was the one that killed the wolf,” Caliban said. The casualness in his voice made you stop walking. “No one else has blood on their hands. You’re safe.” 

“I think that’s a relative term,” you said. 

“Please,” Nick said, as gently as he could, given the annoyance at his friend. Maybe 'friend' was a relative term as well. “Let us help you.” 

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One of Sabrina’s aunts was all too pleased to treat you, but the other was less happy to have you in their home. She didn’t like dogs. You reminded her, as politely as you could with wolfsbane blackening your veins, that you weren’t a dog. 

Despite the emotional control you were capable of, if Hilda had waited for a half-hour more to treat you then you wouldn’t have been able to control the shift. The humans were handling your wolfish tendencies better than you expected them to, but your presence seemed to remind Nick and Sabrina of a memory that made him sad and her uncomfortable. 

And then there was Caliban. You couldn’t quite figure out how you made him feel. He watched you more carefully than the others, not because he was afraid of you, but because he was trying to figure you out. You liked that you weren’t easy for him to figure out, but you hated that you didn’t know what he was thinking. 

Did he think you were impressive for making it this far on your own? Was he wondering if you were a bitten wolf or if you were born this way? What had he meant when he made that comment about sniffing out werewolves - did those memories have anything to do with why he stared at you the way he did? 

The hunters attacked before you had the chance to bring the answers to those questions to light. They appeared out of nowhere, just as Hilda took out a pie (‘because she can’t send you home on an empty stomach!’), with their guns blazing. 

Unfortunately for you, the witches were on unsteady terms with their higher power. Their powers were fickle and fleeting, which meant they couldn’t be counted on for reliability in the fight. 

There were other ways to fight, of course, because the humans were still around and they were determined not to lose, but any supernatural intervention had to be left to you and Caliban. 

Somewhere in the middle of the fight, you took shelter behind a family-sized headstone. You were about to get back into the fight when Caliban appeared next to you, out of breath and with blood on his cheek.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide, and his smile crooked. He looked so completely and utterly alive that he made your heart beat quicker just by standing next to him. His smile curled deeper when he noticed your staring. 

“See something you like, little wolf?” he asked. 

Deciding that if you were going to die or get out and never see him again anyway, you smiled and leaned in to touch his face. You cupped his cheek and ran your thumb underneath his eye. 

Pulling your hand away, you showed him the red stain on your thumb. “You have blood on your cheek.” 

You and Caliban made a good team, all things considered, and managed to get rid of the hunters relatively quickly after the headstone moment with the help of a few spells and a scary-looking baseball bat. Your success was not without injury, on both sides, but nothing had been laced with wolfsbane or any other lethal plants. 

You sipped on Hilda’s healing tea and watched her treat the others. The humans were her first concern, but their wounds were superficial, and they went home soon after the fighting stopped. It was strange to see how close they all were with each other and then see how easily the witches adapted to their night without the humans. 

They settled easily, as if they hadn’t just been attacked by hunters. They’d been kind enough to invite you to spend the night, but you were still deciding if you could survive spending another night in Greendale. 

As you excused yourself to nurse your healing tea on the patio and look out at the night sky, you had to admit the view was nice. You were trying to trace how far you’d have to run on your way home when Caliban sat next to you on the porch swing. 

The swing rocked back and forth as you glanced at him. He’d showered and changed since the fight, as all the other witches had, and washed away all the blood from his face. Caliban stared straight ahead at the night sky, but you knew he could tell whenever you looked at him. 

Yes, you thought to yourself as you took a sip of tea, the view here was very nice.

“Are you staying?” 

You hummed and turned to look at Caliban, pretending not to be paying as much attention to him as you were. “Hmm?” 

Caliban smiled as he stared at the sky. It was very clear that he knew what game you were playing when he turned to look at you. “You’re a long way from home. Are you going to travel all that distance in the dark?”

You shrugged. “What does it matter to you?” 

“Never said it did, little wolf,” Caliban said easily. 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the night sky. All you knew was that you had to be back before the next full moon … but one more night couldn’t hurt. 

“Truth be told, there’s something about you that I can’t explain,” Caliban confessed. He reached his hand out and touched your cheek. His fingers were warm. He wiped something off your cheek and pulled his hand away to show some of Hilda’s healing whatever-it-was. Even pulled back, Caliban's hand was still close to your face. “I’d like it if you stayed until I figured that out.” 

“Kiss me,” you said without thinking about it. 

You thought he’d argue but all he said before he leaned in was “okay,” and then he kissed you. It made your heart race so quickly that for a second you worried about shifting in front of him. He pulled away as soon as your anxiety set it. 

When you caught your breath, you asked, “Figured it out yet?” 

“Not even close,” Caliban said with a devilish smile. 

#figure it out #caos #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #Caliban #caliban imagine #caliban x reader

[jtsfavslut]

oh GOD, i’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn or not but if you are... just imagine you finding the new pics from the photoshoot (yk the one where gray looks like a greek GOD ) and being absolutely OBSESSED with those pics. you go up to gray and you’re like “ ok next time WARN me”

GIRLLLL YESSS IT’S 2 AM BUT FUCK IT HERE WE GO. 

Also, those pics completely fucked me up, and my grandma saw me liking it and asked if he was my boyfriend. I DREAM OF GRAYSON DATING ME

GRAYSON IS THE SUPERIOR TWIN.

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5 minutes. 

It’s been 5 minutes and all you keep doing is starring at the pictures on your phone.

To say you were fascinated was an understatement.

You were obsessed with the way his arms flexed as his hands gripped the pull -up loops he installed himself. 

The way he looked at the camera as the hairs that you adored to play with so much, cutely fell on his face.

Grayson was carved by God himself, there’s no doubt in that. 

But this photoshoot? It seems as if he had fallen straight down from Olympus.

Grayson was a Greek God, that you did nothing but obsess over.

“You’ve been looking at your phone for like the past 5 minutes Y/N did something happen?” The god himself asked breaking you away from your trance. 

“Yes, something happened. This photoshoot happened. How is one allowed to look this good? That’s something I’ll never understand, Grayson.” You exclaimed as he bushed smiling. 

“Like everyone is beautiful and everything, but this? THIS RIGHT HERE, Grayson you are a God, and you make me look like that one soggy french fry at the bottom of a McDonald’s bag,” You ranted to your boyfriend about his beauty.

You weren’t embarrassed to talk about how beautiful he was since you guys were honest about everything with each other. Especially Grayson, every chance he has to shower you with compliments he’ll take.

But right now, it was your time. 

“Baby, chill,” he laughed at you freaking out over his pictures. 

“You can’t post something like this and expect me not to freak out,” You joke as he laughed.

“This is literally Playboy, but the men's edition,” You added as he pulled you into his lap.

“God, I love you,” he groaned pulling you even closer to him. 

“I love you more,” you said pecking his nose quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked as you nodded. “Not possibly,” he whispered as you played with the long hairs on the back of his neck. 

“You, my Princess, are a Goddess. And you take my breath away every time I see you,” he muttered against your neck. 

“Stop, this is my time to compliment you, baby,” You whined, “Te amo,” you said in Spanish since you remembered he loved when you do that. 

“Say something else, I love when you speak Spanish, it’s hot,” he said and you rolled your eyes.  

“Claro, la proxima vez, antes de que publiques Algo asi, dame un warning Papi, si?” you said, as his eyes did nothing but stare at you in adoration. Obviously, yours did the same thing. 

If anyone were to walk in the room, they would know that you do have more than love for each other. 

“Ok so I know what Papi means, what si means, and what warning, and que, mean but I still have no idea of what you just said,” he said trying to pronounce the words correctly. 

You laughed thinking it was cute.

“I said, ‘Sure, next time before you post something like this give me a warning Papi, si?” You said as he smiled. 

“Oh but wheres the fun in that,” he smirked, “I like to see you fangirl over me,” he added as you rolled your eyes at his sudden act of cockiness. 

“Ok, fuckboy Grayson,” you joked. “Can we get soft Grayson now?” you asked him. 

“I’m always soft for you. You know that. Now, can you play with my hair, I love when you do that.” he softly said, as he flipped you over so that he was laying on top of you with his hands around your waist and his head on your small but chubby stomach (we’re making Y/N thick here like she got little chichitos).

“I love your hair, it’s better than mine,” You complained running your fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair that was growing insanely fast.

“If you didn’t straighten it so much, I bet you would some cute ass curls,” he pointed out. “I’ve never seen your curly hair unless we go to the beach or something with water, and not even because you always tie it up,”  he added, which was true.

“I know because it’s so much work, and expensive. But I’ll wash it tonight, and leave it curly and show you. Yeah?” You said as he nodded his head. 

“Good,” you said and kissed the top of his head and let out a yawn.

“Nap?” he asked and you hummed in response. 

You laid back and got comfortable before he moved up pulling you into his chest, and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he dragged on placing soft kisses along your neck. Clingy and cuddly Grayson was your favorite, even tho you don’t like having people all up on you. Grayson aways made you like things that you usually hated.

“I love you too Gray,” you whispered before fully closing your eyes.

“I love you more tho,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

#grayson dolan #grayson x reader #graysonbailey #ethangrant #ethan dolan #dolan twins

[mwolf0epsilon]

((As kids)) the polks let Sammy live with them after being abandoned by his parents. At first he’s rude to them but then he gets straighten out. Maybe he helps around there farm/ work?

Reworked a few things here to fit the prompt considering Samuel Sr. wasn't the best person or parent, but he he wouldn't just abandon his child, and the fact my Norman is 20 years older than Sammy in the canon compliant verse.

Summary: Sammy was a weird kid. Norman thought he must have been a major brat to get thrown out, and the blond spitfire never tried to disprove it. Then he got wiser.

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Everyone in their area knew the Polks. They were a quaint little family that owned an equally quaint little farm out near New Orleans. Nothing too fancy, just a few sugar cane plantations, and a bit of cotton on the side. Enough to get food on the table, pay for studies, and even support a few hobbies . It was a comfy lifestyle for a tight-knit family.

Those who were aware of the Polks also knew what they tended to do when not tending to their crops.

Despite a few shady (and sadly true) rumours about dear old Poppop Polk, the military background of a few of the Polk men, and the sheer physically intimidating bulk that they often grew into (even the women) due to years of hard work, the only hardened part of them were the muscles. In truth the Polks were the kindest most soft-hearted folk in Louisiana. As such they were suckers for a sad tale, second chances and what not. This tended to lead into them bringging in strays...

The most recent, much to a young Norman's displeasure, being a bit of a sour crumb.

Sammy Lawrence was this pale tiny boy with a shock of curly blond hair and eyes that weren't a color Norman couldn't quite name. Something in between a soft brown and a flicker of green.

He was a skinny sort, no more intimidating than a little fuzzy newborn chick, with knees marked by bruises and scratches (from climbing trees and skinning his knees on gravel) and unevenly cut nails that looked like they'd been bitten until they were short (a nervous tick).

But, most notably, the kid was a snake. One with venom in his eyes, and words that bit into flesh like a snapping turtle out for the kill.

Now Norman's mama always told him never to judge a book by its cover, but surely the saying couldn't apply if he judged the contents, right?

The kid was just... Mean-spirited...

Yelled, had tantrums like the devil himself made him whacky, and honestly watching his mama fret over him and try to make him more comfortable staying at the farm was like watching a trip for biscuits. Completely pointless.

Sammy was a weird kid. And Norman thought he must have been a major brat (because obviously he was) to get thrown out by his parents.

To his credit the blond spitfire never tried to disprove it or give any logical reason to be there. Instead he resorted to verbally attacking him and his older siblings at every chance he got.

Norman didn't much care for those wordy insults of his. The kid thought he was smarter than him, so fine let him believe that. But the moment he told his sister she looked like a little ugly ape, Norman's composure snapped like a twig.

"Yous thinks yous plenty rugged uh? Spoutin' all them nonsense fancy words like ta rest o' us don't get what yous sayin'?" He'd spat out twice as venomously, with a hint of fury over little Jolene's tears cutting his heart deep. "What sorta wet sock goes 'round throwin' crust at little girls?!"

"None of your business you slobbering cyclops!" The little shit had his fists balled like he thought he could take on someone who brawled with two much larger siblings. He may not be able to beat Franny and Carol in a fight but damn, Phineas couldn't tear them off him either and he was 16!

At 12 Norman wasn't stocky but he put up a fight. This 10 year old egg would go down easily. "She started it!

"She's 5! I bet this why you ended up here. So dang mean not even your parents could love yous!"

"Nomie!" Jolene protested, but the damage was done.

The little blond stared wide eyed with his mouth hanging open, before his face went red with rage. Like the devil possessed him.

Shrieking loudly the brat lunged and both he and Norman went rolling downhill into the creak.

On Jolene's account, both of them were in trouble for saying and doing bad things (his one regret was not biting the kid harder when he tried to go for his neck). She also got a light spanking for something she'd said.

Much to Norman's embarrassment, matters parteining his behavior were taken up to his Great Nanna. And boy did she look angry...

"Bárbara told me yous went and said some evil things to that poor boy." The burn of her gaze made his cheeks hot with shame. But also a little bit of resentment.

"Not like he a saint Nanna! He called Jolene a monkey, she was just playin'!"

"She also insulted him to his face, cuzz you boys drilled it into her head that it's fine ta go around making fun o' people you don't know as long as you ain't caught doin' so." Nanna pointed out. "Now why'd ya go an' tell him what yous did?"

"Ain't it obvious? Kids out here for SOME reason... And his attitude sure makes it seem like he gots thrown out with the rest o' the trash."

"NORMAN ELIAS POLK!"

Norman yelped in fright as his great grandmother pointed her long crooked finger at him and began laying down the law. You did NOT piss off Nanna.

"You do NOT get to say such evil things in this household! You don't know nothin' 'bout why that poor boy is out here, and goin' bout saying such booshwash will get your hide tanner than a leather belt!" She spat as she went, her toothless sneer a great sign of her displeasure. "That boy just 'bout went and lost his poor mother, and his father is in hospital sick as a dog, so you best go out and 'pologize to that frightened child before I get half a mind to drag you there by the ear and spank your butt in front o' the whole family 'til the only words comin' out that crude mouth a'yours are words a regret!"

"Y-yes Nanna!"

"Go on then! Git!" She pushed him out the door. "Apologize!"

His Nanna was crazy scary when she wanted to be. Her promises were also always kept.

He shakily apologized as soon as he caught sight of Sammy, and he must have well and truly looked shaken up because the kid took it without so much as putting up a fuss.

At dinner things simmered down, and the little blond didn't put up a fight about staying or eating "slop" like he'd his memaw's cooking before.

According to Phineas, their pops had sat the kid down and layed it out just as hard as Nanna had done to Norman.

Either behave or risk getting sent somewhere less friendly. His pops also called in for extra drills the next morning, as punishment for their bad influence on Jolene. Sammy would participate, as his father thought such exercise routines were good for later on in life.

You never know.

Through following the same routine as everyone else, Sammy seemed to overall mellow out. He was less aggressive towards everyone else, actually did a decent job, wasn't too bothered about the farm work (apparently his dad owned a cattle ranch), and he actually started playing with the other kids as well. It took time for him to get comfortable, but heck if he wasn't fun to brawl with! Least now Norman had a chance to win!

Sammy Lawrence's stay wasn't a long one though. A month and a half.

As soon as Mr. Lawrence got out of the hospital he'd practically floored it all the way down to their farm to get his boy as far away from the black folk (no wonder the kid was such a ball of bad manners, his old man was one of THOSE people) as quickly as possible.

Must of thought they'd tainted the kid or something...

No skin off Norman's nose. He may have been in the wrong about why Sammy lashed out the way he did, or about the kid being a crumb, but that didn't stop the little shit from being a weirdo.

Hopefully he'd grow out of the superiority complex.

#Eps Writes: #Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Sammy Lawrence #Norman Polk

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A/N Hey. New chapter hope you enjoy it!

Cut into multiple parts because the actual chapter was like 30+ pages. Hopefully the rest of the chapters won't be that long.

Question: Would you all prefer to have long chapters given to you in one update or cut up into smaller segments? Let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy

Chapter 2 part 1: Meeting the Slayer

Meeting the Slayer Part 1

Buffy nodded absentmindedly as Xander and Willow talked about how they buried The Master's bones before she turned back to Xander. "Anything else?" She asked desperate to get as far away from the topic of the Master and last May as possible.

"Outside of that the only other thing of interest was someone ran over the 'Welcome to Sunnydale" sign last week," Xander said with a shrug. "Should have seen it, the thing looked totaled."

"Oh yeah, I noticed that while we were driving in," Buffy said as they walked along. "What happened?"

"Dunno. happened sometime during the night, the running theory is that someone got tired and weren't being as careful as they should have been."

"They find out who did it?" Buffy asked looking straight ahead.

"If they did the police are keeping quiet," Willow said. "You don't think it could be vampires, do you?"

Buffy sighed. "I don't think so," She said. "You said it was a week ago? Most vamps don't wait a week to start creating carnage. You did say the vampire we just fought was the only one seen all summer." She stepped away suddenly tired and desperate to be as far away from the subject of vampires as possible. "Well, I should probably get home, clothes won't unpack themselves."

"Oh," Willow said looking a bit upset. "Well ok then see you."

"Oh, come on," Xander said. "Unpacking can wait an hour or so can't it?"

Buffy shook her head. "Not this time." She said.

"You should at the least contact Mr. Giles about the vampire," Willow said.

Buffy scrunched up her nose. "I'll see him in school." She said before she walked off.

The dream wasn't a cohesive narrative. Just a wave of images she couldn't stop, and Aisling in the center trying so hard to ride the wave and fighting against the need to just push them away.

Aisling could only hear, and feel, and see snippets as all the memories rushed past. Throughout the sequence, the same verse of a song she had never wanted to hear again played itself over and over.

Fire, so much fire- unable to get out-

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

"Close your eyes Aisling."

"Go mbristear do chosa bean Pháidín-

"Release him- "

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

The sounds of bones cracking-

"Go mbristear do chosa 's "do chnámha-

"Precious doll- "

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

The flash of steel, a cut wrist-

"Go mbristear do chosa bean Pháidín-

Blood, so much blood

"Go mbristear do chosa, do chosa-

"They're dead Bit"

"Go mbristear do chosa 's do chnámha-

Carrying her father to their hotel as he bled from his wounds-

Over and over and over again they played in her head, snippets of the worst moments of her life, with that song playing in the background. As the images and sensations passed by her and the song replayed its final verse (Her favourite verse) curled in on herself and covered her ears and shut her eyes, waiting for it all to end.

***

Aisling opened her eyes as she shot up from the bed. She looked around, and took a deep breath, and put a hand on her heart.

It was racing. She winced her dad might have been severely weakened from Prague, but his five senses were still so much more superior than hers. She took a deep breath and tried to will her heart rate to slow down.

When she was confident that her heart was beating at such a rate that her father wouldn't ask questions, she pulled off her covers and slid out of bed.

She shook her head trying to clear her head of the dream, her therapist had told her that change could bring back the nightmares and a change that was brought about by a traumatic event would make it all the worse. She'd dealt with this before, she'd had to move because of dangers before, she could handle this now-

Knowing that did not make her feel better and didn't stop her from focusing on the fact that it was different now. Her father had never been so severely injured before. If something went wrong; if her name on the rental agreement wasn't enough to keep vampires out…

"Princess?" Spike called through her closed door.

Aisling jumped and turned her head she hadn't realized that she hadn't moved. "Yea?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Can I come in?"

Aisling turned toward the windows in time to see the sunrise. "Wait!" She called climbing over her bed and hurried to the window. For a moment she took a second to stare at the sunrise before she pulled the curtains as hard as she could over the windows. When she was satisfied that no sunlight could get through, she walked toward the door and opened it. "Hey, da'."

Spike's stood on the other side of her room his eyes lingered for a moment on the three scars that ran down the length of her arm. She looked down.

"Your heart rate spiked – twice." He said. "Are you ok?"

"First day o' school," Aisling said attempting to wave him off. Her accent had lessened over the years, but it still came out on occasion "You know how it is."

Spike leaned against her door frame. "Are you sure?"

Aisling stared up at Spike and looked away. "Yea."

Spike stared down at her for a long moment. "You know you don't have to pretend with me, right?"

Aisling shrugged. "I had a nightmare – but I'm fine. I get them every time I change schools. It's… fine." Inwardly Aisling winced at the repetition.

Spike raised his eyebrow, which emphasized the scar on his left eyebrow. "Is that right?" He asked.

"Yea," Aisling said. "I need to shower." She said walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out her housecoat. "Can you move?"

Spike rolled his eyes and moved out of the way. "Don't think we're done talking about this missy."

"There's nothin' to talk about," Aisling said. "And shouldn't you be restin'?" She asked.

"I'm fine at the mo'," Spike said.

"Uh-huh," Aisling said. "And you accuse me o' pretendin'?"

Spike glared at her. "Just- just go take your shower.

Aisling laughed before she disappeared into the bathroom.

***

An hour later, she exited her room, her curly black hair was tied back in a ponytail, her nails painted almost blood red. Her clothing consisted of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. Her large round dark blue eyes stared up at him questioningly.

"You look good," Spike said taking a sip from his cup of warmed blood.

Aisling smiled her-the corners of her lips turning upward. "Thanks, Da'" She said softly.

Spike smiled and walked forward and kissed her on the forehead. "You're welcome." He straightened and turned toward the kitchen. "Now have some breakfast, I'd rather not have your first day of school be ruined because you fainted after not havin' eaten."

Aisling chuckled and shook her head. "I've gone without it before," Aisling said as she went to sit at the kitchen table. "It's not a problem."

Spike sighed as poured out some cereal and some milk into a bowl and slid it over to Aisling.

"Eat, and don't forget your meds."

"Aye aye," Aisling said as she scarfed down her breakfast. When her bowl was empty she pushed it away and stood and left to the bathroom to take her meds.

The minute Aisling was out of sight he dropped his head onto his arms suddenly tired.

Or, well, no it wasn't sudden, he'd been feeling tired since Aisling entered the kitchen, but he hadn't wanted her to worry.

He wanted to drive her to school this morning – first day and all that, but now he didn't know if had the strength to make it downstairs, let alone drive Aisling to school.

He didn't know how long he was like that when he felt someone's hands on his upper arms.

"Come on," Aisling said gently pulling him up. "Bed."

"I'm fine Ash."

Aisling nodded and smiled softly. "It's fine, I promise."

"It's tradition," Spike argued.

Aisling sighed. "I know, but this isn't my last year of school, there is always next year. Besides, you and I both know that you aren't a stickler for tradition anyway."

Spike sighed. "It's different when it's you."

Aisling squeezed his arm. "Rest, I wanted to walk to school today anyway."

"Alright." Spike gave in. "I do love you, Princess."

Aisling leaned forward and they both kissed each other on the cheek. "See you later," Aisling said waving as she walked away. "Get some rest."

***

Finding the school wasn't hard. She had seen it several times over the past week as she explored the town. She knew exactly where she had to go to get there even if she had chosen to walk.

The problem however was finding her way into the principal's office. She had no idea where it was and the school had called her on Friday to let her know that she had to be at the office to pick up her schedule, documents that needed to be signed, and that the principal wanted to have a word with her.

Aisling had a feeling the principal wanted to talk to her about the number of schools she'd been to. He wouldn't be the first principle concerned over the number of times she'd had to move around.

Still, the class was gonna start soon and she still had no idea how to find the office. She looked around for someone to ask and spotted a girl with long brown hair and bangs held back with a hair clip. She had on a light blue sleeveless shirt with a white and black striped skirt and white heeled shoes.

Given the confidence, she was exhibiting it suggested that she was the alpha especially with the way all the other girls were hanging off her every word. She straightened the black leather jacket that she was wearing fixed her hair took a deep breath and walked forward as confidently as she could.

"Art and buildings? I was totally beachless for a month and a half. No one has suffered like I have. Of course, I think that that kind of adversity builds character-" She heard the girl say as she walked up to her.

"Uh 'scuse me?" Aisling said with a light wave. "Sorry to interrupt but I'm completely lost."

Aisling could feel herself getting measured as the resident alpha looked her up and down.

"Nice shoes." The girl said sounding vaguely impressed. "And that leather jacket is tres chic."

Aisling couldn't hear any lies in her tone and decided to take her at her word. "Thanks. Sorry for interrupting, but I'm lost, and I desperately need to find the office to get my schedule and papers to be signed." She said, "I'm Aisling by the way, I'm new."

"Sure…" The girl said before she started rattling off directions. Then her eyes caught hold of someone a couple of feet away. Aisling turned her head to see who Cordelia was staring at and saw a man with dark hair and a receding hairline, who appeared to be about as tall as Aisling and kind of reminded her of a Ferengi. "Or you could just talk to Principal Snyder there," Cordelia said pointing off.

"Ah," Aisling said. "looks strict."

"Yeah, word of warning, he hates students." She said her voice low to avoid being heard.

"Like bad at hiding, he hates students, or gleefully lets everyone knows he hates students?" Aisling said her voice equally low.

"Leaning towards that second one." The brown-haired girl said.

Aisling pursed her lips and nodded. "Ah, might as well get this out of the way, thanks," She said starting to walk off then she paused and turned back around. "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name."

"Cordelia Chase." The brunette said with a wave. "See you around."

"You too."

***

"Might as well be talking to myself," Snyder said Aisling watched as two adults walked away from him and had to bite her lip from chuckling.

"Principal Snyder?" Aisling stepped in with a smile. "I'm Aisling-"

Snyder glared at her and Aisling found her smile wilting.

"Can't you see I'm-" Snyder said turning around and noticing that Mr. Giles was nowhere to be seen. "Talking to someone…"

"My apologies," Aisling said bowing her head slightly. "But I was told that before I head to my first class this morning, I had a meeting with the principal. Who, I was told, is you."

"Least you aren't transferring halfway through the year," Snyder said walking away from her, Aisling walked up after him. "Unlike another troublemaker student."

Aisling wisely kept her mouth shut.

Snyder walked ahead of her, occasionally pulling students out and warning them to 'spit out that gum', 'tuck in that shirt', and at least once to 'stop laughing.'

Oh yeah. Aisling thought sarcastically. This is gonna be fun.

Snyder led her through the school to the principal's office and opened the door and lead her through it.

"I see you've moved schools quite a few times, Miss Pratt." Principal Snyder said when she entered.

"I have." Aisling nodded.

Snyder narrowed his eyes at her. "Any particular reason why?"

Aisling shrugged. Cause I live with a vampire who hunts demons for a living?

"Dad and I don't like being tied down to one place for too long," Aisling said giving the usual answer she gave when asked that question.

Snyder's eyes narrowed. "I can sense you're a troublemaker, Miss Pratt," Snyder said leaning forward over her file. "I don't like having troublemakers in my school. Since there's nothing in your record that suggests delinquency I'll just have to settle with letting you know that I'll be watching you very closely – understand?"

Aisling bit the inside of her cheek to keep from losing her temper.

"Now Ais-ling," Snyder said with a slightly smug smile. "Anything to say before you pick up your schedule?"

Aisling fought demons, vampires, and entire mobs of human beings. Principal Snyder in comparison was a small man, who liked acting tough to compensate for his small demeanour.

Still. Getting kicked out of school on the first day was not a great way to start the school year.

"No Sir." Aisling said paused and then decided 'screw it'. "Except, really – it's pronounced Ash-ling." She said before she jumped out of her seat and ran out the door before Snyder had a chance to yell at her.

***

Buffy sighed as she sat in class vaguely aware of the new student that walked into class and sat just in front of her after having spoken to the teacher for a moment.

"Hey." The girl said her hand outstretched. "I'm Aisling; I'm new." She had a slight accent that Buffy had trouble placing.

Buffy forced a smile on her face. "I'm Buffy." She said taking the proffered hand.

Aisling's eyes became questioning before she sat turned to pay attention to class.

Buffy tried to pay attention to class like the good student she was supposed to be, but she found herself without the energy, her mind constantly drifting to other topics. Memories and feelings that she didn't need or want, but still they came at the most inopportune time.

For the entire day, she found herself unable to concentrate only barely able to be present when Ashlyn-or whatever her name was-asked her a question about the assignment the teacher had set, as well as a question about where the library was located.

She could tell that the newbie was aware that she was distracted but outside of giving a fake smile there wasn't anything else Buffy was willing to do to prove that she was fine.

So instead, she did something else – she tried to alleviate her feelings by forcing herself to think about something else.

"So…" She said "Newbie huh? Where from?" Buffy asked after class as the new girl walked along beside her. Willow and Xander keeping pace on the other side.

"Well, I was born in Ireland," Aisling said indirectly telling Buffy where her accent was from. "But I've lived in America for years, recently moved here from Los Vegas."

Xander chuckled. "That must have been interesting."

"What did your parents do there?" Willow asked curiously.

"My dad's a private contractor and a writer," Aisling said with a smile.

"So, he doesn't work in a casino," Willow asked.

Aisling rolled her eyes. "No, though he has gone there from time to time to play poker."

"Your dad a big gambler?" Xander asked.

Willow's eyes widened and hissed "Xander!" In a low shocked voice.

Aisling shrugged. "He likes to play, and he's good." She said then smiled gently. "He's responsible."

"That's good," Buffy said distractedly.

"Everything alright?" Aisling asked turning her attention to Buffy. "You seem…" Aisling looked around trying to find the right word.

Buffy jumped and turned around. "Oh – yeah." Buffy scoffed waving her hand. "I'm fine."

Aisling sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Rough summer?"

"No! No…" Buffy winced at her defensive nature "Is it that obvious?"

Aisling smiled sympathetically. "Me too," Aisling said. "Dad got awful hurt while the two of us were vacationing. Ended up having to cut our vacation short."

"Sorry to hear that," Buffy said. "Is he better?"

"What happened?" Xander asked.

"Took a bad fall." Aisling said before changing the subject. "Do you know where the computer science room is? It's my next class."

"Oh yeah, Willow takes that class," Buffy said pointing to Willow.

"You a computer whiz?" Willow asked brightly.

"Oh no, but it can't hurt to learn how to use them," Aisling said waving toward Willow. "Get the feeling that knowing how to use them is going to beneficial in the future."

Willow stepped forward. "Well, I can show you where it is!" Then she became hesitant. "That is- if you want me to?"

Aisling smiled and linked arms with Willow. "Please, newbie here, any help given to me by anyone would be welcome. Especially after the lecture, I got by Snyder just before class."

"Lecture?" Xander stepped in Buffy herself leaned over intrigued. "Ooh, what happened?"

"He… was concerned over the number of schools I'd been to in the last few years," Aisling said. "Thinks I'm a troublemaker, just because I've moved around a lot." Aisling rolled her eyes.

"Moved around a lot?"

Aisling nodded. "Yeah, Born in Ireland, moved to America when I was around 8, and dad moved us around. Neither of us like being in one place for too long."

"Ireland?" Buffy asked. "Guy I know's from Ireland."

Aisling looked impressed. "Fellow Mick huh? He go to school here?"

Buffy paused and suddenly looked as though she wished she'd never brought it up. "Uh No. He doesn't. So anyway Ireland huh? That must be fun."

Aisling nodded. "It is. Dad and I go back there every other summer, was supposed to go there this summer, but I changed my mind last minute," Aisling said, Buffy vaguely noticed that Aisling's eyes went slightly distant at that, but before Buffy could even think to comment on it, Aisling shook her head and continued. "We take turns choosing summer vacation destinations every year. I usually choose Ireland, but decided on Prague…" She paused and looked around at everyone staring at her "and I accidentally revealed that dad and I have a lot more money than most people, here didn't I?" Buffy wondered what the look on her face must have been because Aisling immediately looked uncomfortable. Buffy tried to smooth out her features.

"Only by the fact that you can apparently afford to leave the country every summer," Xander said with a sarcastic grin.

Aisling winced.

"It's fine." Willow jumped in. "Not unless you're the type to flaunt it, like a certain queen bee we know."

"Cordelia Chase?" Aisling asked. "Met her before class, she pointed out Snyder to me."

"Be warned she'll only put up with you until you threaten her status – then she'll drop you like a hot potato."

"Yeah, I've been to enough schools to know how most Queen Bees work," Aisling said. "The last school I went to, her daddy owned one of the top casinos in the Strip… and was a major benefactor to the school, needless to say, that girl was the walking definition of untouchable."

The bell rang.

"Shoot," Willow said linking arms with Aisling. "We're late, we gotta go, Bye Buffy, bye Xander." She said before she hurried off with Aisling.

"Uh bye!" Aisling said as Willow ran off with Aisling in tow. "See you later!"

"Bye!" Buffy said waving as Willow and Aisling hurried off.

***

"So… I hate the principal." Aisling said into her phone as she sat outside during Lunch a half-eaten sandwich in her hand. "But other than that…"

Aisling heard a tired chuckle on the other line. "You've had bad principals before. We're generally able to sort them out by Parent-Teacher Night."

"Yeah, but their hatred of kids and teens wasn't so… blatant. It's both refreshing and weird." Aisling said taking a bite out of her sandwich deciding not to bring up if Spike would even be well enough to head out to PT night.

"You alright?"

Aisling nodded her mouth full of food that she quickly swallowed. "Yeah, I can handle an awful principal."

"Good," Spike said. "I mean not good but…"

Aisling chuckled. "I know. It's fine, I only need to worry if I get sent down, and I'm really good at not having that happen."

"Just be careful, alright? You're over a Hellmouth. It's not just students and teachers you have to worry about."

"I know," Aisling said taking a bite out of her sandwich. "I have lived on one before y'know."

"Don't remind me." This time Spike sounded bitter.

"Wasn't so bad," Aisling said. "Can confidently say that I have, in fact, lived through much worse."

"Amazingly, that's doesn't make me feel any better." Aisling could almost hear Spike rolling his eyes at her.

"Aisling!" Aisling looked up as she saw Buffy, Xander, and Willow walking toward her. She smiled and waved as the three walked toward her.

"Who was that?" Spike asked.

"Just some people I met in class," Aisling said. "I Gotta go. Try to get some rest. I'll see you when I get home alright?"

"Your making friends?" Spike sounded almost thrilled at the idea.

Aisling rolled her eyes, for a vampire her father could get so weird about the most human things. "Possibly, I'm not sure. I gotta go, I'll tell you more when I get home."

"Fine," Spike said. "I love you, princess, alright?"

Aisling smiled. "I'll talk to you later." She said just as the three students walked up to her.

"Love you."

"Love you too," Aisling said before she flicked her phone closed. She looked up and smiled at the three of them. "Fancy meetin' you here." She said. "What can I do for ya?"

"Sitting by yourself is no fun on your first day," Willow said sitting beside her. "Thought we'd keep you company."

"Oh, thanks! It was no trouble." Aisling said with a smile. "Just thought I'd call my dad let him know how my day was going."

"You two must be close." Xander said.

Aisling smiled and looked down. "Yeah, his work keeps him busy but when he's home he does his best to make sure that we spend as much time together as we can." She said with a shrug.

"So, what did you think of Miss Calendar?" Willow asked. "Pretty cool huh?"

"Yeah, she is," Aisling agreed, taking another bite of her sandwich. She looked at Buffy who looked like she was starting to Space out. "What about you Buffy?"

Buffy turned to Aisling her eyes wide. "What?"

"Your day, how was it?" Aisling asked with a small smile.

"Uh" Buffy gave a one-shoulder half shrug. "It was fine."

Aisling nodded. "So, have anything decent to do in this town?"

"There's this nightclub called the Bronze." Willow cut in with a smile. "Club let's just about anyone in, everyone goes there."

"Nightclub?" Aisling said.

"Yeah, that's not a problem is it?"

Aisling shrugged and took another bite of her sandwich. "Music any good?"

"Oh yeah, the Bronze does live music almost every other night," Willow said eagerly. "You should check it out one of these nights."

Aisling shrugged. "Maybe."

***

"Sorry!" Aisling said into her cell. "I'll be out in a few minutes, I just wanted to check out a couple of books for English."

"What books?" Spike asked.

"Uh- shoot." Aisling cursed as she realized she forgot what the booklist was. Aisling pulled the list out of her book bag. "Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Flies, Wuthering Heights…"

"We have Pride and Prejudice, so you don't need to bother checking that one out," Spike said.

"I remember," Aisling said. "The other two, however-"

"I can wait," Spike said. "See you later, Bit."

"See you," Aisling said closing the phone.

The Library wasn't too hard to find once she'd stopped and asked Cordelia where it was. She found Cordelia to be a little tactless but not overtly off-putting in her help

She opened the double doors and walked into a middle-aged man and a blonde girl in a tank top and leggings, the girl was doing flips and jumps over the room. Aisling was mildly concerned that the books would be destroyed but given the middle-aged man didn't seem concerned over the books, she had to assume that it was a common occurrence.

Aisling coughed to get their attention and the blonde immediately stopped her gymnastic routine while the middle-aged stood straighter at seeing her there. The blonde girl turned her head and Aisling immediately recognized her as Buffy.

"Yes?" The man asked stepping forward.

"Sorry." Aisling said, "I needed to borrow a few books for class-though I can come back early tomorrow instead."

"No, no." The man said. "It's fine I'm Mr. Giles the Librarian, what books did you need to get?"

"Wuthering Heights and Lord of the Flies" Aisling rattled off.

Giles pointed off to a nearby bookshelf. "They should be there."

"Thank you," Aisling said, she turned to the blonde. "Hey, Buffy." She said waving slightly.

"Hey, Aisling," Buffy said.

"So… any reason you're working out in a library, instead of the gym?" Aisling asked as she made her way to the bookshelf.

"More private," Buffy said a little too quickly. "No one comes in here." Her eyes widened and she turned to Aisling. "Uh… you know regularly."

"Hmm," Aisling said as she looked around the bookshelf and smiled when she found what she was looking for. She grabbed the two books off the shelves they had been standing on and smiled as she turned to Buffy.

"How was the rest of your day?" Buffy asked.

"It was fine," Aisling said. "Very little homework, but that's to be expected for the first day of school, right?" Aisling's eyes caught the sight of another book and she gasped and grabbed it.

"Emily Dickinson?" Buffy said. "Someone I dated, once, liked her."

"Yeah, I like her rhythm… as well as listening to my da' rant about how… American she is.

Though honestly, I don't get it… he likes her poetry too."

"American?"

Aisling paused and smiled. "Yeah, my da' was born in London."

"Ahh," Buffy said. "So, your Irish-English?"

Aisling shrugged. "I'm adopted."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Aisling shook her head. "It was a long time ago," She said softly.

"Still…" Buffy said. "Can't have been easy."

"You have no idea," Aisling said. "But what in this life is?"

Aisling handed the books to Mr. Giles. "London, right?"

"Yes. How did you-"

Aisling smiled. "My dad was born and raised in London too."

Giles nodded and finished checking out the books for Aisling and handed them back to her.

"Nice to meet you Aisling."

Aisling smiled and nodded she turned to Buffy. "See you." She said before she hurried out the door.

***

Aisling saw the black Desoto as she made her way off school property. She stared for a moment before she smiled and shook her head and walked toward the car.

Aisling knocked on the window, she watched through the darkened windows for Spike to cover himself with the blanket. When she was confident, he was sufficiently covered she quickly opened the door entered and closed it.

Spike removed the blanket and tossed it into the backseat. "How was school?"

"Fine," Aisling said tossing her backpack in the backseat. "Met some interesting people… specifically this one blonde girl."

"Interesting how?" Spike said as drove off.

"She was doing gymnastics in the Library." Aisling said, "and the Librarian wasn't scolding her the look on his face seemed to suggest that it was a common occurrence."

"Huh."

"I know that not every athletic girl I meet is gonna be the Slayer. I mean hi I exist. But I mean it is strange. And given the fact that the Librarian is from London-"

"I'm from London." Spike cut in with a raised eyebrow.

"Who seems to oversee her training in a very empty Library, it does suggest something strange is going on," Aisling said.

"Did you tell her your suspicions?"

"And risk being wrong and mortifying myself on the first day of school?" Aisling shook her head. "No."

Spike smiled in spite of himself. "That's not what I meant. Most humans aren't aware that such a thing as a Slayer exists. You revealing yourself-"

"Might reveal more about me and my family than I want." Aisling finished. "I know. We did talk though, both now and at lunch."

"What'd you talk about?"

"She knows I'm adopted. There's a club called The Bronze that everyone goes to."

Spike nodded but decided against giving Aisling a final decision on whether he wanted her out after dark. On the one hand, he knew she could take care of herself – Prague had proven that and she'd gone out after dark multiple times in Vegas - but on the other Hellmouth energy tended to make demons and soulless vampires act even more hostile than normal.

Still, if she was befriending the slayer assuming her assumption was correct… it would give her a smidge more protection.

"Da'?" Aisling said staring up at him.

Spike turned to Aisling and smiled. "What else did you and this strangegirl talk about?"

***

"You know, I could have walked home from school," Aisling said as she watched her father lean tiredly against the doorframe. "You don't have to waste what few precious moments you have feeling 'ok' coming to pick me up."

Spike pushed himself off the doorframe attempting to wave away her concern. "Nonsense, dropping you off and picking you up on the first day of school is tradition."

"I once again feel the need to iterate: you hate tradition," Aisling said taking his hand and leading him to the Master Bedroom. "Come on. Back to bed. Then I'll make us some dinner and we can eat together."

Spike make a face. "I'm not a child, Bit."

"No, you're just stubborn and gormless," Ash said. "Bed. Now." She said pulling him along.

"When exactly are you gonna stop treatin' me like somethin' breakable."

Aisling turned and smiled, and Spike immediately realized his mistake.

To her credit Aisling didn't bring up the hypocrisy of his statement and instead answered his question by pulling on his arm roughly, Spike nearly fell over luckily for him Ash caught him and held him steady. "When I can pull your arm and you can resist better than that."

"You caught me off guard."

Aisling raised an eyebrow and Spike suddenly had a feeling of what it was like for Aisling throughout the years.

Spike sighed. "Did I ever make you feel breakable?"

"You're a vampire with superhuman strength, speed and agility, any human who knows you would feel breakable in your presence," Aisling said as she opened the bedroom door, she turned to see Spike looking at her guiltily. Her gaze softened and she stepped forward. "You helped me feel strong."

Spike scoffed, "That was cheesy."

"Yea, but it's true," Aisling said. "Now come on, I'm hungry and your hungry." When Spike looked like he was about to open his mouth and retort. She fixed him with the same glare he would throw at her when she was being obstinate.

He did not like that. That she could just throw everything back into his face and he couldn't do much against it.

Especially when he knew that she was right.

Hope you enjoyed it. I did have an extra seen of her actually making Spike's dinner but I cut it out as it didn't actually lead anywhere. (Might have it in Part 2) though not entirely sure.

Song’s in the dream sequence is: Bean Phaidin, the version I’m familiar with is the one sung by Celtic Woman. Though there are other versions sung before Celtic Woman sang it. 

#Buffy The Vampire Slayer #vampire and his human child #spike #buffy summers #Aisling Pratt #Xander Harris #willow rosenberg #Principle Snyder

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Cursing into Emancipation - Chapter 1/2

Casper x Remus (friends) FLUFF

Summary: Remus and Casper are best friends and usually spend a lot of time together but this time is different because this time, Remus teaches him how to curse.

Tags: SFL (1 paragraph of slight angst hints) swearwords, one single tear? Slight hints at bad relationships, Not u!Deceit., weapon mention (sword), dragons

Casper is my friend’s OC - he is Attachment, the pink side and responsible for how Thomas forms relationships and how he presents himself in these.

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“So, I will tell you how this game works and you just join in! Promise it is fun fun fun!!”

Remus bounced on his spot, slightly jumping off the floor as he did so. His body was wiggling in his excitement and the whole imagination seemed to wobble with him. Like some Jell-o (TM), the walls were shaking as if having been poked before by a hungry, curious child and their fork which has a high level of stabbyness.

Casper looked at him, his heart-shaped freckles slightly glowing. It was dull yet still present. His eyes with irises just like his freckles, stared at his best friend with a quizzical look in his loving orbs. Attachment did not always understand the other sides but usually, he would understand Remus a bit better compared to especially Logan or Deceit.

“Is it a new game? I thought we wanted to go adventuring!”

He pointed at the pink little sword he had with him. His heart swelled in pride when he looked at the precious little stabbing machine Remus had gifted him. It was baby pink like the broken heart on his shirt.

“The imagination does not look like a dragon cave and we wanted to ride dragons today!”, he argued, his voice dipping into a little pout, “Why would you want to play something different? Dragons are cool.”

He lowered his voice, mouth sealing itself at once as Remus’ excitement dropped off his mustache for just a moment. Casper was Attachment, a rather complex side. He did not deal well with any sort of deception. Remus, more than any other side, knew about this. The pink side brushed over his wrist, his fingers gliding over the numerous friendship bracelets adorning it, They all corresponded to certain sides Casper had befriended. He pressed his lips together as if to absorb the offensive words he had just pronounced. With a deep breath, he felt the anxiety rising within him slowly being smothered the more he rubbed over the different bracelets.

The Duke was already by his side, popping up at once and snuggling up to his side.

“You will love it, I promise! I know you really want to ride dragons but I can be your dragon and you can ride me during the game!”

Remus leaped into the floor, suddenly disappearing into a green cloud of smoke which quickly faded into a transparent fog brushing over the ground. It gave way to the tall set of scales coming from Remus, the dragon. He was dressed in charcoal and grass scales, his wings spreading as he crawled over the floor to his friend, his nose getting into his face and nudging Casper’s human nose.

“Play with me?~”

The soft, playful wink in his intonation let a smile appear on Casper’s face, turning the unhappy lips into a content curve.

“I can ride you?”

Remus giggled, a bit of anthracite smoke escaping his large muzzle. He has always had a bit of a big mouth but as a dragon, it was even more evident just how big it was. Like the loyal friend he was, he flexed his back and lowered onto his crooked legs. His whole form was barely bigger than his usual human form which made it easier for Casper to swing himself onto his back and snuggle up, his cheeks soon lit up in excitement and warmth.

Remus responding to him and accepting him and his boundaries was a nice thing. The “dark side” of Creativity was never too superior or good to play with Casper. He would never degrade his friends or judge him for his personality.

“Remus! Remus! I am tall!”, he giggled.

The taller friend joined in, giggling himself as the younger side held onto him by wrapping his arms around his neck for stability.

“Listen, Casper, we will fly and you fuel my flight with your bad words!”

Before Casper could react, maybe even object, Remus roared like a lion, his sudden outburst deafening and silencing at the same time. He hopped up a bit before falling into the floor which was suddenly gone in favour of a huge blackness that swallowed the two friends up. The pink side tightened his grasp around the dragon’s gargantuan neck, carefully sliding closer to even let his legs wrap around the dragon.

“REEEEE!”

They were free falling, the loud sound of the whistling air swooshing past them accompanying their sudden journey. Below them, a kingdom of greens and white stretched out. Cloud-like mountains towered over the valley while green plants wrapped around the landscape greedily, readily. A river, turquoise like the gem and sparkling like Casper’s heart-freckles.

Back to the two sides, Casper was till screeching the life out of his throat while Remus was giggling, cheering and howling in happiness.

“CAS, THIS IS AMAZING!”

Attachment hugged his neck closer, his grip tighter than chains.

“THIS IS SCARY! THIS IS SCARY!!”, he screeched, although he could not deny the rush of adrenaline tickling his imaginary veins. He was basically glued to the dragon, still screeching at the still ongoing fall while the queer laughter from Remus filled the air.

It was then that he remembered what his best friend had told him when they had started their fun time together. ..cursing?

“Ree,... Ree, this is really dumb of you...?”

His swearing sounded like a question, unsteady and subtle like his long lashes compared to the curly mess of hair on his head. While he was barely audible, Remus came to a sudden halt, so unexpectedly, that Cas got tossed into the air. His body was twisting and turning in the sudden free... flight? It was not a fall but it was certainly just as terrifying to his poor little heart shrinking in his contracting chest.

“REE! REE!”

Casper squeaked in terror, his fear of survival taking over and making him emit sounds rivalling the squeals of excited mice. To his relief, the dragon was trustworthy and loyal as always and shot up to catch the little boy on his scaled back.

“Ree!”

Casper hugged his friend who immediately giggled out once more.

“Got’cha, bra!”

The pink side lost all his fear.

“What is a bra?”

Remus contemplated for a moment before simply conjuring a sports bra to show him. The downside of his impulsive action was demonstrated by the physical phenomenon called “gravity” which quickly sucked the piece of clothing down to the ground.

The dragon shrugged his arms. His shoulders were kind of busy, what were you thinking?

“Anyway, you is a bra! Now curse at me or I will not fly any further! Your bad words are my fuel!”

Casper blinked at the comment but nodded softly.

“Okay. Well, then”, he huffed in spite, his lips twitching into a defiant pout, “be prepared for a big workout for your wings because I know a lot of words for meanies!”

Remus flapped his wings at a sharp angle, waiting for his bestest friend of all the times to start whenever he was ready.

He was ready. He was clearing his throat, letting go off the neck at last and leaning back to loosen up a bit. The pink side shook his arms a bit and stretched his legs before he was all straightened up and sitting cross-legged on his friend.

“Alright. Here we go.”

Casper closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his mouth already opened to let the first word slip out. It danced on his tongue before stumbling down his lips and accidentally falling out  of his mouth.

“Poophead”

Silence.

A blush started to burn onto his cheeks, leaving him with a pinkish tint to play veil for his freckles.

“Butt!”, he said, a bit more pressure behind his words.

Remus was still silent but his muzzle curves the slightest bit into something akin to a smile.

“Assbutt!, ah, um..”, Attachment continued, his words getting louder and sounding more like an insult, a judgement rather than a question or suggestion, “stuck-up idiot! Prussy!”

A laughter pushed itself out of Remus, immediately shooting out along with a few delicate flames in red and green.

Shweeeeesh!

The fire quickly dispersed, unlike his giggles. Remus started curling up on the air, his back arching and flexing enough to make Casper shift back to his neck and hold onto it for comfort and support.

“Cas- wihihihihi”, Remus started but broke off at soon as the first syllable left his mouth. The dragon wiggled his wings every few flaps, letting them excitedly and rapidly flapflapflap in sync to his happy giggles.

“This is not a word, Casper! I will teach you the real one!”

Remus crooked his neck enough to look back at his friend, his tongue slipping out a bit. Slowly, he opened it and let his tongue roll out before he let his features twitch in exaggeration. This was him teaching the other just how to pronounce these delicacy of the English language properly.

“Pris-sy.”

Casper nodded, carefully forming his mouth in imitation of whatever the apple Remus had just done to move his. To say he was a bit confused and overwhelmed was an understatement but as promised, he was riding a dragon. Even if he was in a situation he would have never even dreamed of - despite being the closest friend to Remus out of all the other sides.

“Prithy”

He blinked innocently. His mouth went from slightly agape back to closed with a simple and dull “plop”.

The dark side snickered and pushed his head against Casper’s for a moment, softly nudging his friend for encouragement.

“Exczalente!”, he praised softly.

Remus could see the pinkish tint return to his cheeks, he could notice the little hearts glowing. The wide smile on his lips pushed little dimples into his cheeks.

“Now, continue with me: Pus-sy. Piss. Prick.”

Casper continued as instructed while Remus flew them to a nearby mountain to land on.

“Say them again but with anger!”

Doubt brushed over his face but only for a moment before kissing Casper’s sensitive skin goodbye. Anger? Sounded... sounded like something he did not want to have, sounded like something Patton and Virgil would not like. Not that they really approved of him being around Remus a lot anyway. His heart seemed to shrink painfully at the realisation.

“I mean it, Cas, you need to go out there and yell a bit and let the frustration out or you will get very bad thoughts like Thomas got when he repressed me!”

Remus nudged him again with his head before flapping his wings one more time and finally returning to his regular and more “human”-looking body.

“If you never let out that sneaky, meanie side of yours, you might end up like a real boogieman instead.”

His voice turned more shrill and obscene than before and something about the second-to-last word made Casper shiver. There was so much more behind this than Remus directly said but he knew it, he understood it. Nodding, he carefully climbed off Ree’s back and patted his clothing.

The mostly champagne pink shirt was covered in bits of dirt. Wearing clothings of lighter colours usually equated in being dirty in no time. Casper knew that from experience but also because Patton told him a lot when he came to him, being dirty and soiled like the kid he was.

When he got up, he looked around a bit, looking into the abyss surrounding them. Being on a mountain was really just a really long and lonely hill. You could even call it acute. He knew that word from Logan! It was a fancy one.

Casper looked down, taking in the view of clouds surrounding them not too far away. If Remus had been a bit higher, they could have flown through some of them. A dash of remorse hit him just to be quickly blown away by the breezy of determination. Remus had said that his mean words would fuel him... if he said a lot of things, maybe that would be enough to get them to the clouds!

The pink side turned around and ran up to his tall friend-man!

“Ree!!!”, he squeaked softly as he cuddled up to his side. The excitement was quite literally written in his face - not the literal Logan would use but still! - since his pretty hearts started glowing again, making his heart-shaped irises stand out just a bit more, “If I curse really well, can we go and fly through clouds? They look so fluffy and I never touched them! I really really wanna touch one and maybe bite into one? They look delicious..”

He started rambling, a slightly quieter monologue on how soft and comfortable these squishy things would have to be - or were they beings? If they were beings, could they move? COULD HE RID A CLOUD?! Holy, maybe he and Ree could share one and they could cuddle when riding a funny cloud and have a lot of fun and poke other clouds and tell them that they are really pretty and make sad days happy again! Especially on these days when time was like an old, wet gum and he would not know what to feel or do until he would see the happy shapes of all these clouds parading for him. Did clouds actually parade?

Remus caught him mid-thought and -sentence and carefully ruffled his hair. Just a moment after this, Casper could not breathe really well because the mustache monkey got down to his level to squeeze him and hug him a lot and Casper squealed with the last bit of oxygen in his lungs to express his happy feelings.

“Wiii!!! We can? We can!!”

Remus suddenly put his friend up onto his shoulders and patted his back, a happy smile on his face. He was so smiley, the pink side was sure he smiled more and more... more genuinely than Patton did despite being a joke-y man! It was amazing but his bestest friend really was just that great!

“Watch me say scary things! They make you strong, Cas. It can help you stand up against people when they make you feel sad or angry”

Remus carefully patted his legs as if to reassure Attachment. He was not quite sure why until-

“YOU FUCKING BONELESS, SHITFACE OF USELESS HUMAN WASTE!!!”

The Duke yelled. Yelled hard. Casper quickly hugged his neck with his legs and entangled his fingers in the curly dark and grey hair of his friend.

The mountains were still throwing away more silent versions of whatever the sugar fairy he had said before. It was an amazing “sight” to the ears and Casper could not help but stare at the wide wide canyon of green tints, crystal blues, fiery oranges, sunset purples and milky whites. Everything before them was spread out to reflect Remus’s loud words back onto them and their ears.

It sounded powerful to still be around and haunt the mountains and howling abysses when moment after moment had passed. When Casper took a deep breath, it felt as if he was breathing in the mean words. Maybe, in a strange way, it was fueling him and encouraging him to do as his friend demonstrated him.

His grip on the curly mess of his friend’s hair slowly eased up and he sighed. Somehow, the yelling had even relieved him despite Casper being rather upset whenever people yell.

“M-meanie!”

His fingers found Creativity’s face and he rapidly yet gently patted his cheeks. Even if he tried to hurt someone, Casper’s punches were nothing but the sneeze of a fly. Remus snickered and playfully tried to bite one of Casper’s rapidly moving fingers, his lips closing around the air just a sheet’s thickness away from his finger tips.

“Ree, staaaa~hp”, Casper whined under his breath. His voice was crowded by the little giggles yapping out of his lungs. The amusement made him curl around Remus’s head as if to hug it with the whole of his being. “Reeeeeeee, don’t laugh~”

He kicked his feet slightly, a bout of energy bolting through his tiny legs.

“But you are so cyuuute when you are laughing!”

Casper blew his cheeks up in a big pout, turning his face a bit rounder than it already was. It was soft with childhood and his young innocence.

“P-PUSSY!”

Attachment drew in another deep breath.

“PRISSY!”, he shouted freely. His heart growing little wings when he pronounced the swearwords, “PRICK!”

His friend’s incredulous giggles had changed over to violent cheers by now. He was vigorously advocating for the younger side to keep going, to be louder and more mean with his words.

More and more words rolled off his tongue, his brain eagerly providing more and more words from combination and memory of actual terms. By now, Casper’s cheeks were tinted in shades of pink to red. Even his heart-shaped freckles were shining a bit, more so than before when he expected to go adventuring with Remus! The blush on his cheeks grew darker and something in his eyes seemed to be veiled by the increasing darkness around them.

“Snakeface”, he whispered.

A tear rolled down his face but he sniffled it away and continued, in a shaky whisper “liar”. Casper shook his head, his fingers carefully brushing over the patient cheeks and caressed them ever so slightly. His heart was aching but also resonating with the pain vibrating in his vocal chords, burning in his throat and pulling at his eyes enough to force more tears out.

Remus carefully lifted him up.

“Wanna ride into the evening?”

Oh.

Casper looked up.

For some reason, he has stared into the abyss all this time but did not notice the sun lowering enough to start and disappear just a bit behind all these large mountains. Mountains were just twig-like giant hills, he reminded himself.

“Hey, Ree?”, he asked softly as he tapped his feet on the ground, reminding himself of what it felt like to stand and feel something grounding him physically. The pink side rested himself against his friend’s side as per usual.

A warm arm clasped around him and drew him close enough for a half hug.

“Yeah?”

Casper closed his eyes softly, a longing smile sneaking onto his lips.

“Do you think the sun wants to play hide and seek with us but is really bad at it?”

Remus smiled.

“Wanna go and find out?”

The smaller one smiled. “Eh! Yes! Of course!!! Why would you ask, I always want to do things if it is with you!”

He wrapped his arms around his friend’s arm around him and gently squeezed it before giving him the space to turn into a dragon again. He swiftly swung himself up his back and hugged him close. This time, fear did not make him grip any tighter at all. There was comfort and love between them when the friends slowly glided into the warmth of orange hints the sun left for them.

“Tomorrow we can ride dragons together!”

Casper shook his arms immediately.

“And clouds! We need to ride clouds! Can we do that?”

Remus giggled, letting them drop a whole bunch of feet before taking a radical curve around a mountain.

“Logan would say ‘no’ but I will show you otherwise~”

Their laughter intertwined vocally and Casper stretched out his arms to try and reach for the sun’s warming rays. They were so beautifully rosy by now, just like the colour to represent him and adorn his logo.

“Anyway, my favourite word you said today was totally this ‘assbutt’ one!”

“Reee! Nuuuu!”

“Hahaha! Yesss!”

#caps #tw caps #fluff #joey writes #ts remus #remus sanders #fanfiction #fanfic #fanficion #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #OC #Casper #pink side #Attachment #fluffy fic

[langdons-rep]

Playthings - Part Five (Michael Langdon x Dark!Witch reader x Duncan Shepherd)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

Plot: you and Michael arrive at Outpost 3 and have the pleasure of getting to know the infamous Duncan Shepherd. 

Warnings: thigh riding, face fucking (reader and michael receiving), reader gets a facial, dirty talk, duncan slightly degrades reader, spanking, penetration and basically just a lot of filth.

-

“Tell Duncan Shepherd to come into my office, right now.”

The grey rapidly nods, gulping his own saliva. You wait for him to leave, then go straight into your room and patiently wait for Duncan to arrive.

It’s not long after that your eyes are met with curly brown hair and baby blue eyes. He enters the room slowly, the slightest hint of a grin plastering over his face.

At this point, he doesn’t even wait for you to instruct him to take a seat, he does it anyway; just like he did the day before.

Your lips curve into a small smile as you watch him behaving like you’re not his superior.

“You really can’t stay away from me, huh?” He cockily asks, breaking the silence.

You chuckle before answering.

“I could say the same about you.”

He licks his lips, “Glad you’re admitting it.”

“Admitting what?” You tilt your head, feigning naivety in your voice as if you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“You can fool everyone here, but not me.” He chortles, making your smirk widen.

“Not you?” You mockingly ask, wearing a fake concerned expression on your face.

“Not me, princess.” He remarks in a raspy tone, making your thighs press together at the pet name.

You devilishly chuckle under your breath before speaking again.

“Stand up.”

“Why?”

“Just stand up.”

He obliges, knowing better than to anger you.

You take a long look at his body before replicating his movement and positioning yourself in front of him.

You cross your arms on your chest, biting your mouth and tilting your head to one side as you take in his quizzical expression. He can’t help but focus his stare on the way your teeth nibble at your bottom lip, wishing to be the one to do so.

“How much do you want me?” You bluntly inquire, making him hold his breath at the question.

“What makes you think that I want you?” Duncan fires back, trying to mask his obvious interest.

You loudly laugh at his failed attempt, inching closer to his face.

“What makes me think that? Probably the fact that I made you rock hard two days in a row, without actually doing much. But maybe you just like to get off by grinding like a damn schoolboy dealing with his first boner.” You confidently answer with a challenging smile.

Duncan is absolutely raging at this point. And that’s when he decides that he’s not going to take any shit from you anymore.

He grips your hair tightly, making you walk backwards until your bottom is pressed on the edge of the desk.

His free hand clutches around your throat and your eyes widen with intrigue.

“A damn schoolboy dealing with his first boner?” He spitefully repeats, his voice at least two tones lower. When you don’t answer, Duncan mischievely smirks, flashing his perfect teeth at you.

He intentionally brushes his lips against yours and you close your eyes just for a second at the feeling, loving the softness of his mouth. The hand that was occupied at gripping your hair now closing around your back, pushing your body onto his own; you put your hands on his chest to balance yourself as you realize there’s not even an inch of space left between you two, and somehow, you don’t mind.

A sudden lust takes over your body and you feel the need to officially close the distance by bringing your lips onto his.

When you attempt to do so, he roughly grabs your face, holding your cheeks with both palms to make you stop in your tracks; you look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” He whispers, silently letting you remember of how you turned him down the day before. And the day before that.

You are about to tell him to fuck off and demand him to leave, even if the wetness pooling between your thighs is begging for his attention, when he suddenly turns you around. He grips your hair again, forcing your head to rest on his shoulder; his other hand abruptly grabs your waist to make your body press completely against his front and you can’t help but be turned on by his extreme roughness.  

“Bend over.” He commands, groaning in your ear.

You look at him with longing eyes, your mouth slightly agape as you consider if you should just let him or instead take control of the situation. Your indecision fades almost instantly when you feel his hot lips leave languid, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, him still holding you in place by a firm clutch on your hair and hip.

You obscenely moan at his actions, nipping your bottom lip in shame.

Duncan smiles into the curve of your neck, his tongue larving against your pulse point as he bites your soft skin in the process. The hand on your hip trails upward, stopping at your right breast to give it a firm squeeze through your short, baby pink, long-sleeved dress. You give into your pleasure as you can’t help but arch your back, making your ass press against his growing bulge.

You hear him groaning in his throat before pulling away from your neck.

“I said, bend the fuck over.” He grips your hair even tighter and you wince in pain.

You do as he says, leaning down on your desk with your arms stretching forward.

You watch Duncan from your shoulder as he quickly hikes up your dress, revealing your soaked up panties.

He bites his bottom lip while he shamelessly stares at your clothed core, one hand instantly rubbing you just to test your wetness.

Your breath becomes more and more erratic when you feel his other palm squeezing your ass cheeks.

“You make fun of me for getting hard and then here you are, bent over on your desk, already fucking dripping.” He hoarsely points out while his digits press hard on your entrance, as if he’s trying to finger you through your underwear.

“Fuck you.” You say, turning your head to look at him as much as the uncomfortable position allows you.

He devilishly snickers upon you, slowly leaning down on your back.

“Oh but isn’t that what you want, sweetheart? For me to fuck you?” He groans in your ear as his hand tugs at your hair again, forcing your head to lift off the desk.

“Answer me.” He demands while bucking his lower body into yours, his clothed cock pressing hard against your bum.

“I do, but only because then you’ll stop annoying me.” You tell him in a whisper, trying to hold onto what’s left of your pride.

He grinds against you once again, one arm enclosing around your stomach to press your body completely against his own.

“I thought you were smarter, princess.” He says in a mocking tone, earning a confused gaze from you.

“What makes you think that once you give yourself to me, I won’t come back for more? I have a feeling that I will.” He moves your hair to one side to bite you just below your ear, making you inhale in frustration.

If it was a competition, he’d be winning this round for sure.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just straightens his posture and then you feel his fingers grasping the waistband of your panties.

You sink your face on the desk as soon as he slips down your underwear, hissing when you feel the air hitting your dripping cunt.

You gulp when you hear him chuckling behind you, one of his legs placing itself between yours to spread them apart and give him a better look.

“Oh, the things I wanna do to this pretty pussy.” He groans while his index and middle fingers slide up and down your slit, collecting your slickness.

You moan at his filthy words, getting wetter by the second. He suddenly stops, and then you feel his knee pressing hard on your most private part.

“Remember when you did this to me?” He asks you, gripping your hips hard when you start shifting around.

“Don’t you fucking move.”  He hisses through his teeth, giving your ass a firm, hard slap.

“Fuck.” You moan at the stinging sensation and automatically arch your back, almost as if you’re asking for more.

“If you think I’m going to make this easy for you, after all the shit you’ve put me through....you’re so fucking wrong, sweetheart.” He warns you before smacking your bum again, getting off on the sensual sounds you’re releasing.

He roughly grabs your hair, making you stand up. You take this chance to turn around and hit his chest with your hands balled into fists.

Though Duncan is quick to grip your wrists, laughing at the resistance you’re still putting him through.

“I fucking despise you.” You breathe on his face, earning a shit-grin smile from him.

“I liked you better a few seconds ago, when the only sounds leaving that pretty mouth of yours were your own fucking moans.” He says while one of his hands leave the hold on your wrist to cup your sex instead.

You close your eyes and whimper in pleasure when two of his fingers apply the tiniest pressure on your clit, then stay still there.

You perfectly know what he’s doing: you know he’s teasing you for all the times you left him all hot and bothered, just like you know you kind of deserve this.

“That’s what I was talking about.” He praises your moan by licking a stripe up your throat, making you grind your cunt against his static fingers.

Duncan tsks at you as his other hand clutches around your throat, “If you want my fingers, beg for it.”

You arch your brows, humorously puffing out at his request, “I beg no fucking one.”

“Still playing hard to get, princess? Really?” He smugly snickers at you. You’re about to reply when he suddenly slaps your pussy, making you gasp.

“Drop the act already.” Duncan mumbles in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.

You lick your lips, thrusting your lower body into his flattened palm to gain some friction.

Duncan chuckles at your eagerness as his lips attack your neck; sucking, licking and biting, hard.

Without a warning, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you exhale a low “fuck” at the intrusion.

He groans, “You’re even tighter than I imagined you would be, and it’s just my fucking fingers.”

You feel your cheeks heating up at his dirty talk as you close your eyes and grip his shoulders for support, leaning your head on his broad figure.

Duncan pushes his digits deep inside you, stretching you out for a bit until he abruptly stops and pulls out.

You lift your gaze up to meet his lustful one, irritation taking over your features.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer you, he just stares deep into your eyes as he brings the fingers that were previously inside you up to his mouth, his full lips eagerly sucking on them.

He lets out a low grunt and you breathe heavily at the sight, completely entranced by it.

“Who would’ve thought that a bitter bitch like you would taste so sweet?” He asks in a smirk, making you boil with anger.

You inhale deeply, “I’m gonna fucking kill-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence as he slams his lips onto yours, one hand grabbing your hair while the other finds its way around your throat.

You both moan in each other’s mouth as your hands tightly ball up his shirt to bring him closer.

There’s not even an ounce of gentleness in the kiss you’re sharing: your tongues are greedily sweeping against one other while his hand forcefully tugs at your hair to remind you who’s in charge this time. Your hand slowly creeps down his chest, your nails purposely scratching in their way, until your fingertips stop just above his trousers. You cup him through them, moaning at how hard he is. You smile triumphantly when you feel him groaning in your mouth and grinding against your palm. You’re the first one to break the kiss, and as you both try to catch your breath, you promptly place your hands on his chest, shoving him until he’s walking backwards to the bed. You push him down on it, climbing on his lap as he brings you in for another rough, needy kiss. Duncan bites your bottom lip as he suddenly grabs your waist, pushing you down on his leg. As if your body got a mind of its own, you instantly rub your sex on his muscular tigh, making the brunette‘s gaze fall down on it.

“That’s it. Ride my fucking thigh.” He demands, bouncing his leg up and keeping you in place with his other hand holding your hip.

You start rocking yourself back and forth, pulling on the curls at the nape of his neck as he closes his eyes and lets out a guttural moan. You take advantage of the situation and starts leaving hot kisses on the inside of his neck, bruising his skin in the process, until he roughly grips your throat to make you focus on him.

“Look at me.” He says with his lips curled up into a smirk, the hand on your waist setting a speedy rythm of your hips as you hold his intense gaze.

Your moves are quick and erratic, using the man underneath you to chase your orgasm as he watches you in awe. You feel his hand creeping down your spine until it’s gripping one of your buttocks, making you throw your head back when he slaps your ass and urges you to go faster.

The friction you’re gaining from riding his clothed leg and his rough smacks on your bum soon turn you into a moaning mess, and it’s not long after that you feel the familiar tingle forming in your belly getting ready to explode. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting and gripping his arms as you close your eyes and prepare yourself to cum all over him…but of course Duncan has other plans for you.

“I think you’ve had enough fun.” He says in a raspy, low voice, as he stops your movements by gripping your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises by the end of it.

You furiously blink your widened eyes at him, ready to scream in his face as soon as you realize that he has just denied you of your orgasm; then he suddenly forces you to stand up and you can’t help but feel embarassed when you see the wet patch on his pants.

He follows your gaze, chuckling.

“You owe me so much.” He murmurs while his hands grip the edges of your dress to pull it over your head.

Duncan licks his lips as he takes in the sight of your almost naked body: your lacy red bra and your black high heels being the only clothing items on you.

Your mind’s in a daze as you try to comprehend his words.

 “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I mean, get on your knees and make it up for all the times you left me blue balled. Let’s see if you were worth the trouble.” He snarls as you watch him unbuckling his pants.

When you just stand there, still panting heavely in front of him, Duncan grips your hair to bring your face down onto his.

 “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Get down.”

You only smirk at him, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling hard, making him rumble in his chest. You lower yourself on the floor, never breaking eye contact with the man above you, parting his legs so your face is eye-level with his crotch.

He licks his lips, running a hand through your hair in an almost loving way, until he grips hard at your roots and guides your head towards his clothed cock.

You give him an innocent flutter of your eyes as you quickly undress him of his trousers, Duncan hungrily watching your every move.

You wet your lips when you see the outline of his manhood straining in his boxers, finally freeing him from its constrictions; you waste no time into wrapping your hand around his massive shaft, your closed fist slowly slides up and down his member as your eyes stay locked on his blue ones. You dip your head to give him a long, slow lick from the base up to the tip, twirling your tongue around the pink head for a bit before closing your lips around it.

“Fuck.” Duncan curses, throwing his head back.

“I know you’ve been dreaming about this.” You tell him with a sultry voice, making sure to brush your lips against his dick with each word coming out of your mouth.

Duncan lets out a strangled moan, “You think you’re in control?”

You only smirk in confirmation, giving a hard squeeze to his cock that makes him hiss.

He peers down at you, a predatory look on his face as he yanks your hair.

“Because you’re not, you fucking bitch. Now, stop wasting my time.” And with that, he forces his length inside your mouth, making your eyes widen.

“That’s it.” He growls when he feels you enthusiastically sucking on his cock.

You look up at him as your head starts bobbing up and down.

He lets out an animalistic groan at the sight, both of his hands putting your hair up into a messy ponytail as he starts to ruthlessly fuck your mouth.

You allow him, opening wide to the borderline impossible until you feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Duncan’s sensitive head hits the back of your throat, making you gag on it and earning a loud growl from him.

“Choke on my cock.” He grunts, pushing your head so deep on his member that your nose grazes against his pelvic area. You scrunch your eyes shut, staying still there as long as you can; you then scratch your nails on his thighs, silently telling him to loosen the hold on you. Duncan’s growls are replaced by a spiteful laugh as he pulls his dick out from your mouth.

The brunette spreads your saliva on his shaft, staring down at you while biting his lip, and he can’t help but think that the mere sight underneath him could be enough to make him come. You look absolutely divine, with your watery, doe-like eyes, your flushed cheeks, your lips swollen and glistening, and your once well-combed hair now being a total mess.

You are fighting hard to steady your breath but only a few seconds go by until Duncan guides your head towards his cock again, resuming his merciless pace.

“You act all tough, thinking to be in control of everything, but here you are on your fucking knees right where you belong, sucking my cock like the good girl I knew you were.”

You moan around him, sending vibrations through his body and making his stomach clench.

It’s when Duncan taps his member on your flattened tongue that you hear him snickering above you. You look up to find his stare fixated on something in the room.

“I think your boyfried is enjoying the show.” He tells you, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

You retract your mouth from him to follow his gaze and see Michael standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, a stoical expression on his face. You wonder how in hell you didn’t hear his footsteps or even the door opening and closing behind you, meanwhile you and the Antichrist stare intensely at each other.

Duncan arches his brows, focusing his attention back on you.

“Well? Get back to work.” He tells you nonchalantly before trying to shove himself inside your mouth again, as if there’s not someone watching him getting his dick sucked.

You stop Duncan and then turn to Michael, smirking up at him.

“Come here.”

The brunette blinks a few times; his gaze switches from you to the long-haired man, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to understand what’s going on.

Michael does what you say, slowly strolling until he’s hovering over the both of you.

The blond watches you intently as you try to read his beautiful, unconcerned face. All of your doubts about him still being angry with you fade as soon as you feel his hand petting your head, his fingers gently brushing through your locks.

You smile up at him as you grab his palm, squeezing it and pulling him down towards you. He takes the hint, kneeling beside you and never breaking your stare. You grab his face and kiss him excitedly, making him moan in your mouth when he gets to taste Duncan’s salty pre-cum on your tongue. One of Michael’s hands curves around the nape of your neck as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, while the other lovingly caresses the back of your bare thighs. He’s a total different Michael from the one you’ve encountered minutes before, completely contrasting Duncan’s attitude too.

You break apart, and you feel your heart melting when the Antichrist gives you a small, closed smile. You immediately get that he’s silently agreeing to take part in this, just like you planned. You return his grin before you both look up to Duncan: he’s confused, but you can tell by the way he nibbles at his bottom lip that he’s turned on by the little make-out session he has just witnessed.

You bat your eyelashes at him and bite your bottom lip to fight a smirk.

“Have you ever been sucked by another man before?”

The brunette’s breath hitches in his throat.

“No.”

Michael chuckles, flashing him a wicked smile.

“You’ve been missing out then.” He confidently speaks, making Duncan gulp.

He stays silent, not exactly knowing how to answer. You return your attention to Michael, peppering kisses along his flawless profile: you start at his cheek, then move on his defined jawline and ultimately on his neck, licking and sucking on his porcelain skin. He delightfully mewls and closes his eyes when you slide your fingertips across his lips, trailing them down his chin until they are wrapped around his pretty, delicate throat. You give him a slight squeeze and he turns your face to yours.

You swipe your thumb on the inside of his neck, smiling and brushing your lips to his ear.

“Make him a fucking mess.” You whisper, biting his lobe.

He groans and you guide his head towards Duncan’s cock, taking him fully into his mouth. Your hand flies from his throat to the back of his head, furthering him down on the brunette’s shaft.

You look up to notice Duncan’s dilated pupils, his mouth slightly agape as he lets out heavy breaths. His body is tense, and you know he’s trying to adjust to this new man on man intercourse. It feels strange to him, he never even considered the idea of having sex with a another boy before, but here he is now, getting suctioned by the most beautiful guy he has ever seen. Duncan is rigid and nervous, but he can’t deny the pleasure he’s gaining from Langdon’s greedy lips sucking his tip like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

He looks down to find Langdon hollowing his cheeks around his shaft, his signature red eyeshadow popping out and his blonde, long locks gleaming in the dimly-lit room. The longer he stares at him, the longer his arousal grows, making him grip his pretty blonde hair while also earning a satisfied smirk from you.

Michael moans around him, soliciting Duncan’s hips to buck up.

You move the Antichrist’s hair from his shoulders to have a better view of him getting face fucked by non other than Duncan Shepherd, licking his cheek when you see him angling Duncan’s cock against it.

You busy yourself  by unbuckling Michael’s pants, your hand instantly sneaking inside his tight trousers to grope his pulsing cock. Another moan escapes his lips, making Duncan curse under his breath.

“Fuck. He’s so good at this.” He grumbles with his eyes closed. You smile as Michael pulls him out of his mouth to lick a stripe from his balls up to his head, fervidly sucking on it. Feeling left out, your free hand starts stroking the brunette’s shaft up and down with a little twisting motion of your wrist.

“Good girl.” Duncan praises right before you decide to join Michael and start to kitten-lick the brunette’s length.

“Holy shit.” He continues in a breath, throwing his head back; both of his hands now tangling in yours and Michael’s hair.

You move your mouth up, gliding your lips on Duncan’s tip until your tongue meets Michael’s warm one. You make eye-contact as both of you lick and kiss on each side of the brunette’s member, until Michael roughly grabs your face to exchange a sloppy kiss.

“Keep touching me.” He orders you between kisses, making you moan. As you keep stroking Duncan, your other hand releases Michael’s cock from its restraints, rubbing him up and down while spreading his pre-cum everywhere.

Duncan strongly tugs at your hair, forcing you to break away from Michael and stand on your feet. Still kneeling beside you, Michael takes this chance to leave a hard smack on your ass.

“Fuck.” You squeal as Duncan muffles out the sound by bringing your lips together. You hear Michael standing up and getting rid of his clothes before placing himself behind you; one of his hands brushes your hair off your shoulder and slides your bra straps down as he kisses along the newly exposed skin.

Duncan expertly unclasps your bra, letting it fall on the floor. Still bruising your lips, he gropes both of your breasts into his palms, squeezing hard and making your head fall back. The brunette leans his head on your chest, his lips instantly enclosing around one of your hardened nipples as your hand reaches behind you to bring Michael in for a kiss. The Antichrist presses your back firmly on his front, letting his erect cock grind against your backside, which leads you both to moan in each other’s mouths. One of his hands reaches forward to lazily rub circles on your clit right when Duncan bites your bud and spits on it. You and Michael break apart to see the brunette’s saliva slowly striking down your breast, his thumb collecting some of it to rub it all over your nipple as he gently blows cold air on it, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

“I need you. Both of you.” You admit with heavy breaths, looking between them.

Michael smirks while Duncan grips your throat.

“Get on the bed, doll.”

The brunette instructs before discarding the rest of his clothes.

“And don’t take off your heels, I wanna fuck you in them.”

He tells you when you are about to slip off your shoes, making you stop in your tracks.

“I’m sure Langdon agrees with me.”

He continues with a smirk, looking at the man behind you.

You hear Michael snorting while his hand runs fervently over your firm ass, kneading the smooth skin.

“Couldn’t agree more.”

You run your tongue on your front teeth, turning around to smirk up at Michael.

You instantly move on the bed, laying down with one leg bent upwards as you feel four blue eyes burning holes into you.

Duncan licks his lips, eyeing you up and down until he plops on the bed with Michael following behind.

You lean on your elbows as you watch the brunette placing himself above you, one hand not-so-gently wrapping around your throat.

He smirks upon you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling hard. You bring your hand through his brown locks, gripping at the roots.

He groans, catching hold of your hips to flip you over.

Of course he’s going to take you from behind, you think.

You hear Michael chuckling and you gaze up at him, flashing him a knowing glance. He’s just read your mind, the little shit.

Your grin dies down as soon as you feel Duncan’s hard cock rubbing between your ass cheeks, his hands roughly spreading your legs wide and open.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He states while moving two fingers up and down your slick entrance.

You bite your bottom lip when you decide to tease him a little.

“Yeah, you should thank Langdon for that.” You say in a cocky tone, watching him from your shoulder.

Michael smiles, shaking his head at your remark.

Duncan, on the other hand, is not laughing at all; he flares his nostrils and you see his eyes getting darker.

“You fucking brat.” He mutters, spanking you hard.

You whine and sink your face down on the pillow, yet Duncan is quick to grip your hair.

“Last time I checked, Langdon was not the one having you bent over like a fucking whore on your desk with your legs spread wide open and your pussy dripping.”

Another slap comes down on your ass, making you exhale a low “fuck”.

“Last time I checked, that was me.” He continues, smacking your ass one more time before lining up his cock at your entrance.

“I’m gonna make you fucking regret all the times you ran that slutty mouth of yours.” He promises, licking the shell of your ear.

You moan out, “You can try, Duncan Shepherd.”

And with that, he fully enters your tight hole.

He lets out a lustful grunt, scrunching his eyes shut and throwing his head back.

You cry out at his impressive cock stretching you out, your hands instantly fisting around the satin covers of your bed.

“So fucking tight.” He whispers, his breath crashing on your neck and making you shiver.

“She is.” Michael confirms from the other side of the bed, as you and Duncan follow the sound of his voice to catch him stroking his cock at the scene playing in front of his eyes.

The brunette slides out completely before impaling you again, repeating the action until you are frenetically rubbing your backside against him, silently asking him to fully take you.

“Duncan.” You manage to blurt out through moans.

“Yes? He asks nonchalantly, thrusting his cock head inside you.

You push back on him, trying to get him inside but he immediately grabs your hips and strains you down on the mattress, his hold on you making you completely motionless.

“If you want my cock so bad, you know what you have to do.” He tells you with a grin.

“Beg, and it’s all yours.” He continues in a whisper, biting hard on your shoulder.

You feel one hand petting your hair, and you look up to see Michael looking down at you with his cock mere centimeters away from your face.

“Beg.” He seconds the brunette, his hand flying from your hair to your cheek to gently caress it; his thumb starts tracing your pouted lips as he smirks down at you.

You consider his words, finally deciding to swallow down your pride.

“Duncan, please.”

He snickers, “You don’t sound really convincing.”

You roll your eyes, making the blond giggle above you.

You take a deep breath, trying to contain the desire of wanting to snap Duncan Shepherd’s neck.

“Duncan, please, fuck me. I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please.” You confidently tell him with a raise of your voice.

He moans at your begging, “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You demand while arching your back.

He happily obliges, pushing his cock deep inside you.

Your deep moans and Duncan’s heavy grunts cut through the air, leading Michael to come closer to you.

“Don’t give her time to adjust, just pound into her sweet cunt.” The blond speaks directly to Duncan to which he responds by mercilessly fucking into you. One hand is bruising your hip as the other is tightly fisted in your hair; your eyes are shut and your mouth is agape, moaning like you never did before. Duncan is completely splitting you open, delighting himself in the feeling of your tight, wet walls squeezing around him.

“You’re gonna take every fucking inch of my cock now.” The brunette announces before burying his whole length deep inside you.

“Fuck.” You scream out, the sound only encouraging him to fuck you faster and harder.

“You’re doing so good, love. This is what you wanted, right? To be split in two by him. My baby girl always gets what she wants.” Michael tells you, bending down to shut your sobs with his mouth.

Duncan suddenly tugs hard at your hair to bring his lips near your ear.

“So you wanted me all along?” He hisses through his teeth.

You feel his hand coming down on your ass, “Such a bad girl.”

You can’t get any word out of your mouth, even if you want to, you just can’t.

You see Michael lowering down on your back and then you hear the sloppy, unmistakable sounds of lips on lips. You grunt in disapproval as you realize that the position you are in does not let you witness the two handsome men making out with each other.

Michael deeply savours Duncan’s mouth, loving the way his beard scratch against his smooth skin. The brunette is so drunk on the pleasure your cunt is giving him that the realization of being kissed by another man doesn’t hit him at all.  

Instead, he just lets go. It feels so right to him as he hungrily slides his tongue inside Michael’s mouth, biting and bruising his plump, delicious lips.

Michael breaks apart, panting heavely against Duncan’s mouth.

The Antichrist then straightens his back, grabbing your hair in the process to align his cock on your parted lips.

“Suck.” He tells you, painting your mouth with his precum.

“I want to feel my cock down your throat.”

He continues, and you do as he says.

You close your soft lips around Michael’s sensitive tip and he groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. He’s already so sensitive, his previous jerking having him worked so far up that he can feel his orgasm approaching already. The blond looks down at you to see that your big, glassy eyes are already staring back up at him, the sight alone making him rumble in his chest.

Duncan’s deep, ruthless thrusts behind you make your head bob around Michael and unintentionally take him further down your throat, leading you to detach your mouth from him to regain some breath.

“I’m so close.” You cry out, and you can tell they are too.

Michael brings your lips back on his cock, grabbing your face with both palms to keep you in place as he starts to fuck your mouth; the bobbing of your head makes your hair fly everywhere and ticke his legs as he growls even louder at the sensation.

Duncan picks up the pace, looking down to where your bodies are connected, and he grunts: the view of your round ass now being red from his earlier spanking and his cock disappearing into your hot, wet pussy is enough to make him throb inside you.

He reaches forward to furiously rub circles all over your clit, Michael’s cock muffling your breathless moans as you push your ass back on Duncan to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, swirl your tongue around me.” The Antichrist commands, gripping your hair so hard you actually feel pain.

You cry out around him when Duncan suddenly yanks your hair back, making you detach your mouth from your best friend.

He completely pulls out of you before flipping you over.

“I want to see that lovely face of yours when I fill you up with my cum.” He explains with a smirk before entering you again. You instantly wrap your legs around him as your heels press hard on his calves, making him hiss.

“Don’t forget about me.” Michael taps his index finger on your cheek, leading you to turn your head to his wet, throbbing cock.

You lean on your elbows and take him in your mouth again, sucking your cheeks inward as your tongue drags up and down his shaft.

Michael throws his head back and closes his eyes, moaning out uncontrollably. The hold on your hair gets tighter as you feel him twitching in your mouth.

Duncan’s hand clutches around your throat, a malicious smile growing proudly on his face.

“Cum on her face.” He says, looking up to Michael.

Your eyes widen and you have to blink a few times to process his words.

“Don’t you think that such a pretty face like hers should be painted with your cum, Langdon?” The brunette continues, pinching one of your nipples.

Michael mutters a low “fuck”, before pulling his dick out of your mouth to stroke it in his palm.

You seize the opportunity to regain your breath as Duncan’s lips lick and suck on your neck, his fingers still rapidly drawing figures on your pulsating bud.

“Feels so fucking good.” Duncan grunts right after you clench around him, earning a high pitched sigh from you.

Michael snaps a hold on your hair, bringing your attention back on him.

“Look at me.” He tells you with his voice broken with need.

You close your eyes when you feel Michael’s first spurts hitting your face, his sensual, deep growls fill the room as he comes hard on your features.

Duncan watches the scene in awe, his thumb instantly collecting some of Michael’s cum to bring it up your mouth and force his finger inside.

You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks around his digit and never breaking eye-contact with him.

“You’re such a dirty girl.” He tells you with a smirk, making you smile around his finger.

He then grabs your face and kisses you roughly, not caring about Michael’s hot liquid sticking to him as his thrusts become sloppier.

You feel your best friend crawling beside you on the bed, leaving a tender kiss on your scalp right before focusing his stare on Duncan fucking into you.

Your thoughts grow cloudy with lust as you let out a squeal, scratching Duncan’s back with your nails when your orgasm hits you like a trainwreck.

“That’s it, cum all over my cock.” Duncan huffes out above you, your climax soliciting his own and it’s not long after that he fills your tight hole with a low, deep growl.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He says between his final thrusts, emptying his load inside you.

You lick your lips, taking in the sight of Duncan Shepherd having his eyes shut and his brows scrunched, panting heavely above you as some of Michael’s cum lingers on his beard.

You grab the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss as he withdraws his member from you, the act making you both sigh in each other’s mouth.

Duncan tosses himself beside you, his eyes are still closed as he runs a hand through his messed up curls. You watch the brunette for a brief second before turning on your side to face Michael, snuggling against his chest.

He chuckles, “You’re sticky.”

He then engulfs your body with his arms, right after smearing some of his still very present cum on your face in a playful way.

“Shut up.” You giggle at him, wiping down some of it with the back of your hand.

Duncan opens his eyes, gazing up at you both.

“I don’t think I’ve ever got your names”, he says through weak exhales.

Michael looks up at him, a small smile growing on his face.

“I’m Michael, and she’s Y/N.”

“Alright, Michael and Y/N.” He repeats, tasting the names on his tongue.

“You can stay here for the night.” The blond continues, making you look up from his chest.

“Michael, I don’t think that’s a good-“ You try to talk back, but he interuppts you immediately.

“If someone sees him leaving your office, they would get suspicious about it. You know that.” He says in a serious tone.

You narrow your eyes, “That’s his concern.”

You hear Duncan huffing behind you, “Did you have to get a fucking degree to become a professional bitch or are you always just like that?”

Michael sighs, “She’s always like that.”

You give him a death glare before turning your head to face Duncan.

“Whatever. Stay here if you want, I don’t care.”

He smirks while his hand reaches forward to brush his fingers on your right cheek.

“I think you have something on your face.” He jokes, making Michael laugh.

You instantly swat his palm away, “Fuck off.”

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Where the Storm Meets the Ground Ch. 1

Where the Storm Meets the Ground

A Stranger Things fanfic where SOMEBODY isn’t going to die because omg how mean! Just a weird idea about Alexei and the gang I had in my head. I like writing about Lady Agents.

Chapter 1- Tired of Waiting

She had been busy on a case in downtown St. Louis when her superior called in. Allegedly, an actual Russian scientist was at Murray Bauman’s house.

That paranoid idiot had an actual Russian at his house.

She couldn’t believe it.

Laurie Miller had spent the past fourteen years in the FBI working undercover at various points in Russian organizations. One of her aunt’s had married a Russian man at the height of the Red Scare and before he got arrested and deported for no reason other than he was an intelligent Russian man, Laurie had learned enough Russian from him to know she wanted to learn more. She studied on her own and then took Russian all through University.

So when she joined the FBI at 22 with her International Relations and Russian Majors, they took her straight away and put her undercover whenever they could. She mostly worked translating communications.

And now here she was, on the way to the house of one of the most paranoid people she had had the misfortune to come across. She and Murray had met a couple of times before and each time was a misery for her. Laurie just couldn’t stand paranoid people.

They sucked all of the fun out of everything.

The drive from St. Louis to Sesser was annoying long and although Laurie knew she wasn’t going to like was at the end of this trip, she was sort of looking forward to it. She had only six more years before she could retire and if she could get at least one more promotion, she would be set up fairly nicely in her retirement. Getting her hands on a legit Russian scientist would almost certainly guarantee her a promotion.

And maybe this would finally get Murray off her radar.

It was after lunch by the time Laurie finally pulled into Murray’s “driveway”. She had never been to his home/bunker, but unbeknownst to him, she, and the FBI, had always known where he lived.

But Murray was a headache, not an actual problem.

Laurie put her car in park and turned it off. She sat there for a moment, the air turning off and feeling the heat penetrate into the car. Her job was fairly quiet; Laurie never saw much action and she preferred it that way. She sighed, grabbed her suit jacket off the passenger’s seat, and got out of the car. She gave herself a minute to put the jacket on and straighten herself up before walking up to the metal door. Nothing like pretending like she wasn’t sweating to a disgusting degree.

Laurie banged loudly on the door and waited, the sun beating down on her.

“Uhh…is that-is that you, Miller?” Murray said a minute later, clearly annoyed and surprised by her presence.

“Open the fucking door Murray; it’s hot as fuck out here. My hairspray will only hold for so long.”

Nothing happened.

“MURRAY!” she yelled. The drive from St. Louis had clearly annoyed her more than she expected. Her jaw clenched as the anger and annoyance rolled through her.

A moment of hesitation and then a buzzing sound and the door began to open. Laurie let herself in.

“Special Agent Miller, was it?” Murray said, stopping her just inside the doorway. He was stalling her. She tried not to grimace at the ugly jean shorts he was wearing and the white tank top, but she was certain she made some sort of face.

“Very good, Murray. You remember me. It’s been what, two years? Look at you, still paranoid as fuck.” Laurie smiled sweetly.

“Um, so...um, you know where I live?” he asked, genuinely confused and she could hear the paranoia coming out.

“Wait…Laurie?” a deep voice called from another room.

Laurie turned, remembering that voice, but trying to recall from the depths of her memory of who the voice belonged to.

Her heart dropped when she recognized the man coming out from a room in the depths of Murray’s bunker.

“Fucking hell...Jim?” Her heart began to beat quickly in her chest. It just couldn’t be?

“Uh, wait, you two know each other?” Murray said, standing too closely to Laurie.

She groaned and smacked him in his chest with the palm of her hand, not even looking at him. She heard what sounded like him hitting the ground and Jim frowned at her, disappointed, but Laurie didn’t care.

“Laurie,” he admonished her.

Jim Hopper. The asshole had been her brother-in-law for about eight years, in what seemed like another lifetime. The last time she had seen him was sometime in ’78 before Jim and her sister had divorced. Not long after their daughter died.

“Fucking hell, Jim, what are you doing at fucking Murray Bauman’s house?”

He gulped somewhat nervously, putting his hands on his hips over a ridiculously ugly floral shirt. “Well, what are you doing at fucking Murray Bauman’s house?” he shot back at her.

Laurie narrowed her eyes at him angrily. “I’m fucking FBI, Jim. I’m doing my job. What are you doing here?”

“Still in the FBI, huh, Laurie? That’s good. That’s great! How long has it been?”

“JIM!” she yelled. What was it with men today?

He jumped slightly and shrugged. “It’s a long story, Laurie.”

She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “Jim, for fuck’s sake man. It’s been a long day for me. Where’s the Russian?” she asked, skipping to the point.

He looked slightly surprised. “Rus-russian? What Russian? Murray speaks Russian.”

Laurie sighed loudly and threw herself into the nearest chair. “I’m so fucking tired, Jim. I know there was a Russian here at some point.” She slammed her eyes shut, squeezing them tightly to try and block out everything. “Just please, somebody tell me what’s going on.”

“Uh, well, there maybe was a Russian here, but not anymore,” Murray said, almost convincingly.

“Then why is Jim still here?”

“Just…talking.”

“You know Murray, I’m pretty sure I could shoot you and get away with it.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. “I need you to promise to listen first,” Jim said, apparently walking further into the room.

Laurie thought about threatening him too, but a vision of his daughter, her niece, bald and dying in the hospital, crossed her mind. So Laurie sat up in the chair and opened her eyes. “Alright Jim, tell me what’s going on. I promise not to shoot Murray until after you tell me what’s going on.”

She waited as Jim took a seat on the couch in front of her and began to talk. Laurie listened to this complicated tale about Russians and a gate and a mall and on and on. She tried to keep her face neutral as her ex-brother-in-law spoke. The Red Scare had long been trumped up. Yes, there was a problem, but the problem was two-sided. Laurie had seen this plenty in her time in the FBI. America was not an innocent bystander in this.

But a gate that led to another dimension? Monsters? It was too much.

“…and that’s why we took Smirnoff…”

“ALEXEI!” a woman shouted from another room. Laurie startled at the sound. She knew there was a Russian here, but another woman too?

“And I can tell you don’t believe me,” Jim finished, slapping his hands on his legs.

Laurie smiled softly. “I do believe you,” she said, lying. “Especially because you have this Russian here and I think I know you.” Truth was, Laurie wanted to believe him. But the last time she had seen Jim, he had been depressed and knee deep in a drinking problem. “So, Jim, let’s go ahead and bring the Russian out and I’ll see what he has to say. Okay?”

Jim hesitated.

“I need you to trust me, Jim. Please.”

After another moment of hesitation, Jim nodded. “Joyce,” he called out, presumably to the woman who had yelled at him.

Laurie turned to watch as a young man in a dirty white shirt walked out of a room with an older woman. The guy looked fairly young with big gold glasses and curly hair. His clothes seemed slightly big for him, making her wonder if he had lost weight working hard or if the Russians just hadn’t tried to give him good clothes? Laurie tried to keep her face neutral.

Murray and Jim didn’t know that Laurie spoke Russian. A side-effect of working for the FBI meant she tried to keep as much possible close to the chest. One run-in with Murray had her completely pretend to not understand Russian, so today was going to be interesting.

The Russian walked through the room timidly, not meeting Laurie’s eyes. He sat next to Murray on one of the couches, avoiding Jim. The woman, Joyce, sat next to Jim.

Laurie smiled at Joyce. “Hi, I’m Laurie.”

“I’m Joyce. Hop and I went to high school together,” she said, volunteering information that Laurie hadn’t asked for.

Laurie looked at Jim, smirking. “Of course.”

“Our kids are friends,” he added and seemed to immediately regret that.

“Kid? Oh?” She cocked her head.

“This probably isn’t the time,” he said softly, wanting to avoid the topic, particularly, Laurie was sure, with her.

“No, probably not,” Laurie agreed, shaking her head. She leaned forward slightly on her knees. “But we’re going to talk, Jim.” She turned her attention to the Russian scientist, trying to relax her body language and she smiled softly at the young man. “Hi.”

He smiled timidly at her, looking at Jim first.

“Alexei, is it?”

He nodded silently.

“Well, introduce me, Murray.”

Murray turned to Alexei and began speaking in Russian. “This is Special Agent Laurie Miller with the FBI. She can be trusted, I’m pretty sure. Apparently, she and Hopper know each other.”

Alexei looked over at her when he mentioned the FBI in concern, but then looked back at Murray. “Can she help me defect?”

Murray shrugged. “Probably.” He looked at Laurie. “If he helps us stop this disaster, can you help him defect?”

Laurie considered it. If this thing was actually happening, if there really was some crazy plot with the Russians and some gate, then his help would be quite beneficial. “I’m sure something can be worked out.”

“If this is real, you mean,” Jim interrupted.

She tried not to roll her eyes. “Jim,” Laurie said quietly, looking over at her former brother-in-law. “I told you I believe you.”

“And yet,” he said, “I know that tone of voice.”

“Oh, do you?” she snapped. Laurie stood up from the couch, towering over Jim, fully knowing if he stood up he would tower far over her. She leaned over slightly, glaring at him. “I’ll fucking shoot you,” she whispered in menacing voice, fully meaning her threat. She hadn’t forgotten how Jim had lost it after Sara’s death, how he had left Diane alone in her grief. Laurie hadn’t forgotten any of it. “The FBI won’t care.”

Laurie wasn’t usually this angry, but the combination of a long drive, the Red Scare, Murray, and running into Jim had combined to make her utterly miserable and irritable.

Jim regarded her carefully for a minute before nodding. “That I believe.”

“Good, then shut your fucking mouth,” she snapped again. She waited as Jim’s eyes went wide and then he leaned back in the couch. Behind her, Murray had been translating for Alexei, adding a little bit of exaggeration, she noticed.

“Uh, I’m guessing there’s some back story here?” Joyce said, looking between Laurie and Jim.

“A little,” Laurie admitted as she sat back down. She looked back at Alexei. The man was regarding her cautiously, but she could also see the telltale sign of respect. Laurie had a feeling, based on Jim calling him Smirnoff instead of his name, that Jim hadn’t been very nice to Alexei. She wanted to talk to him in Russian, to try to tell him she was, if he was being sincere, on his side. “Alexei, tell me what’s going on.” She gazed over at Murray. “And be sure to translate correctly. I want his side of the story, not yours.”

Murray nodded and spoke to Alexei. Alexei took a deep breath and began his story, of working on the key in Russia before coming to America to work on the key in Hawkins. Laurie listened carefully, tuning out Murray’s pointless translations, while also trying to pretend she needed his translations. The kid at least did a better job of convincing Laurie that this stuff was actually happening.

Or maybe her hatred of Jim was clouding her biases.

“I can help them turn it off. I will help them turn it off,” Alexei finished.

Laurie waited for Murray to finish his translation and then she smiled and nodded. Laurie sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, arms crossed across her chest.

First things first, should she punch Jim in the face?

Maybe, if an appropriate situation came up.

Second, did she believe this?

Well, it was kind of easy to believe that the Russians were plotting something in America, but a gate to another dimension? That seemed a little farfetched.

But was it really like Jim to believe in something so insane?

It had been seven years since her niece Sara Hopper had died from cancer. Her death had destroyed Jim and Laurie’s sister Diane, unsurprisingly. Laurie was able to get transferred to New York to be close to her sister and give Diane any support she could in Sara’s last months. Even before Sara died, Jim had begun drinking. He was good enough to not drink before going to the hospital to see Sara, but at night, Laurie noticed him drinking a lot.

It got worse after her death and it took about a year for Diane to decide to leave Jim, something that had been difficult for her to do.

In the almost ten years that Laurie knew Jim, she had never known him to believe in crazy things. He believed in what he could see.

So the fact that he was peddling this to her did make her pause.

But what if Jim had changed? What if his alcoholism led to him believing crazy stories?

Third, what could she do about the Russian?

If she believed this story, then she had to ask herself if Alexei actually wanted to help.

And if he wanted to help, then she had to ask herself if she could help him defect. She had done that for three other Russians over the past ten years. It wasn’t beyond the realm of what she could do as an FBI Agent.

“Um-” Joyce started to say, but somebody shushed her.

Laurie took another deep breath and let it out slowly. She had to make a choice, here and now.

She opened her eyes and sat back up and looked at Alexei, really looking at him. It was usually impossible to judge a person based on a first interaction, but he seemed sincere. He was a dangerous man, but perhaps he also seemed like he did want to help.

So she’d let him help.

“Let’s do this, then.”

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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart: Chapter 2 part 1

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Nora smiled to herself as she approached Bruce Banner, Natasha and Steve. She was ecstatic to meet Bruce Banner. She hadn’t seen Natasha in a while and well Steve was another story altogether.

“Is that the only word on me?” Bruce questioned Steve looking incredibly apprehensive.

“Only word I care about.” Such a Steve Rogers thing to say. She watches as Banner seemed to relax, if only slightly.

“Well he won’t be doing it alone.” Nora beamed at the 3 of them. “Besides myself I’m quite positive that my Uncle will show his face after getting through Coulson’s information bomb he gave us last night. No way is he missing out on this.”

“Nora Stark.” The red headed assassin smiled back at Nora.

“Good to see you Rusty. It’s been too long.”

“Well Tony isn’t my biggest fan. So I’ve steered clear.” Natasha shrugged.

“Well stop it. No one cares what he thinks.” Natasha shook her head at Nora. The attitude was 110% Tony Stark.

“Hello Nora.” Steve finally spoke after observing her.

“Hello Captain. Good to see you again.” She watched as the heat rose to his face and turned to Bruce Banner before she reacted and stuck her hand out.

“Well apparently my friends here forgot their manners. Dr. Banner, I’m Nora Stark. I’m a huge fan of your work. I’m really looking forward to working with you.” Bruce tentatively shook her hand.

“You’re not scared to be around me?” Bruce looked at her small stature and assumed she’d be terrified. She shrugged.

“Why would I be?” She smiled. Her kind eyes put him at ease. She linked her arms through Bruce’s. “C’mon Dr. Banner. Let’s go do what we nerds do so the super heroes can get to work” Nora gave Steve a wink only he could see and led them towards the Helicarrier.

“Okay Bruce, apparently Loki is in Germany. I highly doubt the Tesseract is with him.” Nora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I agree.” Bruce didn’t look up from the computer screen.

“I’m going to head out to Fury. I need to see this. Let me know when you need me.” Bruce nodded again and Nora headed out of the lab and down to the main section of the Helicarrier.

As she made her way out to the main deck, she could hear AC/DC over the comms and then her Uncle’s voice. “Agent Romanoff, you miss me?”

“I see I made it just in time for the show.” She crossed over to where Fury was standing and he Gave her a smirk.

“Make a move Reindeer Games” Nora watched as Natasha landed the Quinjet to capture Loki.

“He doesn’t have the tesseract with him. And we haven’t located it yet. But the staff he carries, the one that turned one of your best parents into a puppet. I’m thinking that might help us.”

“I agree, Nora. Go let Dr. Banner know what’s going on and both of you join us back here once they’re back on this ship.” Nora nodded at the order and headed to retrieve Dr. Banner. She turned her comm on so she could listen in to their ride with Loki and was privy to the fight between the three men.

A little while after Loki was on the ship, Nora made her way back down to the main deck to discuss Loki. Dr. Banner would be joining them shortly. As she approached she heard her Uncle refer to someone as “Point Break”. She rolled her eyes and made herself known.

“Oh good. You’re all done playing swords. Did you find out who’s the biggest or did you just waste our time?”

“See that’s what makes you my favorite Stark. You’re infinitely more funny than Tony.” Natasha and Nora smiled at each other.

“What? No! Absolutely not! You’re not helping on this mission!” Tony wasn’t exactly surprised to see Nora but he wasn’t going to allow her to jump into the line of danger.

“You say that like you still have a say in the choices I make” Nora scoffed at her Uncle. “You need me. If you didn’t Pepper wouldn’t have asked me to come and Fury wouldn’t have agreed to it.”

“Nora I know you’re brilliant but we can do this without you.” Tony shot back. Steve watched on with interest.

“No you can’t. You need my memory and my professional abilities.” Nora was just as stubborn as her Uncle. This wasn’t going to end quickly.

“Your memory? What does that mean.” Nora looked over to the heavy accented voice that was sitting at the table.

“You must be Thor" He nodded. I have a photographic memory. I remember every detail of everything.”

“That sounds very useful and overwhelming.” His understanding and empathy took Nora by surprise. It was overwhelming and incredibly useful. There were some things she wished she could forget, yet instead they plagued her dreams. “And what are these professional abilities?” Thor was intrigued by this tiny human.

“I have some pretty stellar computer skills.” Before Thor could question Nora further Tony was interrupting.

“Uh hello??? I have some pretty decent computer skills myself.” Nora rolled her eyes at the exact same time Tony did and the resemblance between her and Tony couldn’t be ignored. It made Thor smile.

“Obviously you know your way around a computer. But you know full well that you can’t hack like I can.”

“She’s right Tony.” Fury finally spoke. “She hacked the Pentagon on a dare in High School.”

“You what?!” Steve was shocked and Nora stood there with a proud smile on her face. He wouldn’t have thought she would do something like that.

“Sorry Captain. Sometimes you just have to bend the rules. Especially when your sexist classmate thinks he’s superior because he has a teeny tiny appendage between his legs” Thor audibly laughed.

“Yeah that was pretty impressive. I’m still pretty proud you did that.” Tony finally conceded. “Fine. I’m not going to argue with you anymore but if you’re going to be on this mission you need something a little more protective than whatever this is that you’re wearing.” He pointed up and down her body. She was clad in a leather pencil skirt, a denim button down shirt and sky high leopard print heels. Her normally long curly hair was straightened and in a high ponytail with braids on the top of her head.

“Well I asked you to make me a suit.” Nora shot back. Thor watched on enjoying the verbal ping pong match. He liked the fire in Nora Stark.

“So you can put yourself in more danger? Yeah, not likely.” Nick Fury stood up to put an end to the bickering.

“Nora- I had some special Kevlar made for you. There’s a locker with your name on it. You can change when you're ready.”

“Thanks Uncle Nick.” Nora gave Tony a dirty look and went and sat down next to Thor. She was drawn to him for some reason. She couldn't explain it. "So tell me about Asgard and this brother of yours" Steve watched as Thor and Nora seemed to be in a bubble. He had her undivided attention. She laughed at the things he said that weren’t meant to be funny but were because of Thor’s lack of Earth knowledge. She would place her hand on his arm as they spoke. Neither of them seemed to pay much attention to the people around them. He had to force himself to pay attention to what Fury was saying. He was surprised at how jealous he felt. He barely knew her. And he didn’t ever expect to find anyone that stirred feelings in him. Not the way Peggy did. It wasn’t the same, Peggy was Peggy. But Nora somehow set off a spark inside him. The first real connection he made before coming out of the ice.

Nora sighed and sat down on the bench in the locker room. She wanted her own “Iron Man” suit. Tony refused. Nora had contemplated just hacking into his system for the plans, but she couldn’t break her Uncle’s trust like that. She didn’t want him doing this alone. Maybe now that Steve was out of the ice he wouldn’t have to. She was always afraid that when he left in that Iron Man suit he wouldn’t come back. She knew Pepper had the same fears. Nora and Tony both had lost so much. They had been betrayed by people they had loved too. He wasn’t her father. No one could ever take Grant Starks place in her heart, but the relationship she and Tony had was something beyond parent and child. They were connected by loss and pain. They were connected by their similarities. They had the same snark, the same attitude and the Stark swagger. The swagger that sometimes acted as a protective bubble. Tony was Nora’s protector. Even when he was missing he was still protecting her. He had always had a plan in place with Rhodey and Pepper to keep her safe and loved if something happened and he couldn’t. All Nora wanted to do was protect him as well.

She stood and opened up the locker with her name and smiled at what Nick had left her. It was an all black Kevlar suit that looked like leather. It had straps across her hips and boots that went over her knees. There were a number of holsters to hold weapons or technological items. She wasn’t sure where Nick had found it, but it was perfect. It held her body like a glove. She was curvy but strong. She has never been skinny. Her body wasn’t built to be that small. She had accepted her flaws a long time ago and learned how to use them to her advantage.

She headed out of the locker room with plans to head back to the lab. Her eyes caught the door that she knew Loki was behind and she just couldn’t help herself. Her credentials allowed her to enter the room. There he stood. The God of Mischief in a round glass cage.

“Hello Loki.” He snapped his head up and studied her.

“The Dróttning av Gimsteinn” Loki’s voice was almost breathless. He hadn’t been expecting to see her and the words had poured from his mouth before he could stop them.

“What did you just say?” Nora stopped in her tracks and stared him down. Loki’s eyes bore into Nora’s and he didn’t respond. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough I suppose” Loki acted as uninterested in her as he possibly could. I’m reality he was buzzing on the inside. He thought it would be more difficult to get eyes on her. Nora narrowed her eyes at him. She took a step towards him and stopped.

“I’m not going to let you goad me into a reaction. When you get bored of this and want to tell me where the tesseract is, let me know. If I find it before you tell me, I can’t help you.” Before Loki could respond, she was gone. Loki smiled to himself. She was feisty. She liked to spar. This was going to be more fun than he originally thought.

Nora was wracking her brain trying to figure out what Loki called her as she was heading back. She didn’t even know what language it was. She was about to pull her phone out and try to search for what she thought he had said when she stumbled upon Steve trying to pry a set of doors open. Captain America breaking and entering? This was surprising. She crossed her arms in front of her body and leaned against the wall.

“Need some help Captain?” She smiled with a suggestive voice as Steve jumped. He turned and faced Nora sheepishly with red cheeks. He had on hand on the back of his neck and looked impossibly adorable.

“I was…I uh…” He was embarrassed for getting caught but what really had him stuttering was Nora. No one should look that good in Kevlar. He silently chastised himself for behaving like a 13 year old. Nora shook her head and without a word pushed herself off of the wall and approached the door Steve was trying to bust open. She pressed her palm to the lock pad. It read her palm print and prompted for the 2nd security key. “Stark, Nora Margaret”. Steve froze. Was Peggy apart of her life? It couldn’t be a coincidence that she was related to Howard Stark and her middle name was Peggy. Howard and Peggy has founded Sheild together. He wondered if Peggy had any sort of relationship with Nora’s father. He wanted to ask her about it, but it wasn’t the right time. Nora motioned him inside.

“After you.” Nora followed him into the room and the door shut behind him. “Mind telling me what we’re doing in here? What are you looking for?”

“I’m honestly not sure. Your Uncle is trying to get all of Sheild’s files as we speak. He seems to think Fury is hiding something.”

“Oh what a jack ass. He’s trying to hack in on his own instead of asking me. He’s trying to prove he doesn’t need me. I could have had those files in 5 minutes, 10 tops. Plus I have access to a lot of shit around here. Sheild is my family birth right. My father would have taken Howard’s place.”

“Wait- so you agree with Tony? You think he’s hiding something?”

“Don’t be so naive Captain. Of course he’s hiding something. He’s a super spy. His secrets have secrets!” Steve laughed. “What’s funny?”

“Your Uncle literally said the same thing. Word for word.” Nora’s eyes shone with pride. “Are you going to help me look?”

She threw her arms up in a shrug. “Kind of hard to help when I have zero clue what to look for. And how do you know I’m not in on it?”

“Call it a gut instinct.” Nora liked to banter and Steve was feeling brave. He was still feeling a little green after seeing her with Thor. Now was his chance to see if she was as just flirty or interested in him. He was a God. A good looking one at that. And while he felt like an idiot worrying about it when they had more important things to focus on, he had to know. “So you’re done flirting with Thor? You two seemed to hit it off right away.” He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I wasn’t flirting! Why? Are you jealous?” Nora sauntered over to where Steve was leaning over a crate. She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned over so she could whisper in his ear. “Believe me Captain, if I’m flirting, you’ll know it.”

Nora’s breath was hot on his neck and it sent a chill down his spine. He was about to respond but his attention was pulled to the container in front of him. Steve opened a container. “I think I found what we’re looking for.” Steve watched as Nora pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Dammit.” The disappointment was radiating from her voice. “Sometimes, it’s really hard to separate the spy, the head of Shield, from the man that helped me become who I am today. The person my father revered. I just can’t.”

“I’m sorry Nora.” Steve put his hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do this Steve.”

“No, but I know that feeling. And I’m sorry that you’re feeling it now.” Nora gave Steve a small smile.

“Thank you. God this is all so messed up. Let’s go to the lab. I’d like to talk to Nick and I need to ask Thor some questions about his brother.” Steve picked up the container and the two of them headed back to her Uncle and Dr. Banner.

Nora could heat heated voices as she and Steve approached the lab. So heated that they didn’t even notice the two of them enter in the middle of Bruce’s sentence.

“…When we get a hit, we’ll have the location within half a mile.” Nora could tell he was trying to control his temper. Tony picked up where Bruce left off. The two of them were a team already.

“And you’ll get your cube back, no muss, no fuss. What is Phase Two?” Tony wanted answers. Nora knew that look in his eye.

Nora jumped as Steve slammed the case down on the counter. “ Phase Two is SHIELD used the Cube to make weapons.” Steve answered for Fury and then directed himself towards Tony. “Sorry, computer was moving a little slow for me.”

Nora gave Tony a dirty look. “I literally could have gotten it within 10 minutes tops. Stop trying to prove that you don’t need me.”

“Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract. This does not mean that we’re-“ Before Fury could finish Tony flipped the screen to reveal a plan for a missile. Nora pit her face in her hands. This was only going to get worse.

“I’m sorry, Nick. What were you lying?” Nora clenched her jaw. She didn’t know what to say to calm the waters because she was just as angry as the rest of them. She pulled herself from her thoughts as Natasha and Thor came into the lab.

“You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?” Bruce laughed in Natasha’s face.

“I was in Calcutta, I was pretty well removed.” Nora ignored their verbal ping pong as she went over to the monitor to check on the Tesseract. She paused and eyed Loki’s staff curiously. When she focused back on the group Fury was explaining why Sheild wanted to create these weapons.

“Last year earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that leveled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly- hilariously, out-gunned.” Nora was going to tell Nick he was right but that he should have been upfront but Thor interjected before she had the chance.

“My people want nothing but peace with your planet.”

“But you’re not the only people out there, are you? And, you’re not the only threat. The world’s filling up with people who can’t be matched, they can’t be controlled.” Fury shot back quickly. Nora couldn’t focus on what they were saying anymore. Her attention was drawn back to Loki’s staff like it was pulling her in. Bits and pieces of the argument would break through. She couldn’t focus on who was saying what as her head started to pound and the sceptor started to glow..

“Nuclear deterrent! ’Cause that always calms everything right down.”

“ I’m sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck deep-“

“How is this now about me?”

“I’m sorry, isn’t everything?”

“I thought humans were more evolved than this.”

“I swear to God, Stark, one more crack...”

Nora felt more dizzy and tried to focus on Steve’s voice, though she wished she hadn’t. “Yeah, big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?” Why was Steve attacking her Uncle? He didn’t know what he was talking about. Nora felt too woozy to feel any anger at that point.

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”

“I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I’ve seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.” He was wrong. He didn’t know what Tony Stark was about. He put on a front but he was a hero. He took the world on his shoulders. Nora remembered Tony destroying all of the weapons sold to our enemies. She wanted to scream at Rogers but her head hurt too badly to speak. Tony’s voice cut through the pain.

“A hero, like you? You’re a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle.”

“Put on the suit, let’s go a few rounds.”

“Steve, Tony- Stop” Nora begged. Her voice wasn’t loud enough for them to hear her. She was sure it was Loki’s scepter causing them to act like this. It was what messed with Barton’s head. Loki had wanted it to be here, to cause this dissension. Finally Bruce’s yelling caused everything to stop.

“IN CASE YOU NEEDED TO KILL ME. BUT YOU CAN’T, I KNOW, I TRIED!” He stopped and saw that everyone is staring at him and he continued. “I got low. I didn’t see an end so I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spit it out. So I moved on, I focused on helping other people. I was good until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk. You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?”

“Oh Bruce...” Nora could feel his pain and anger, how broken he felt. He was holding the scepter while Fury and Natasha hand their hands on their guns. Nora was white as a sheet.

“Please Bruce. That thing is making you all act like this. Please put it down. No one is going to cage you, I promise..”

“Nora?” Tony’s voice was full of worry. She looked sick. She had barely said a word during the argument. She normally would tell Tony if he was being an ass or defend him if he was right. Steve took a deep breath, sighed and looked at Bruce.

“Doctor Banner, put down the scepter.” Banner looked down, surprised to see the spear in his hand. Suddenly the monitor made a noise, signaling the Tesseract has been located. Bruce put the scepter back on the table and walked over to the screen on the other side of the room. Nora walked over to the table and lightly touched the scepter, knowing it was the source of her pain. She just didn’t know why. She yanked her hand back and turned towards her Uncle.

Suddenly Tony turned to leave but Steve put his arm out to stop him. “You’re not going alone Stark!” Tony smacked Steve’s hand away.

“You gonna stop me?” Nora groaned. Taking steps towards the two men.

“Put on the suit, let’s find out!

“ I’m not afraid to hit an old man.”

“Will the two of you stop acting like children?!” Nora was pleading with them. Then she heard Banner yelling and then an explosion. Nora flew into Steve, he grabbed her by the waist as he and Tony fell near the entry way. Steve turned her so she would fall on him instead of the floor protecting her head and neck. The next thing she knew Steve was pulling her along with Tony.

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Like A Whisper In The Night - 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Layne Hardin) | Word Count: 3.3k | Warnings: Swearing. Like, lots of swearing. | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | MASTERLIST

Layne stood rooted to the spot as her mother in her Pepto Bismol pant suit ripped Layne away from Bucky and the reporter and crushed her in a furious hug. Her perfume was sharp and over powering and clashed terribly with whatever scented hair spray she had caked into her bleached blond hair. Layne kept her arms firm to her side before finally breaking out of her stupor and shoving her mother off of her.

“How did you guys get here so soon?” Layne asked hoarsely casting a panicked look back at Bucky and Susanna.

“What do you mean? Did you know we were coming?” June Hardin asked, her perfectly drawn brows knitting in confusion and looking back at her husband and eldest son who only barely shrugged in response.

“I mean, SHIELD agents were only sent out to you yesterday. Right?” Layne asked turning to look at Bucky and readjusting her knit cap to make sure her enhancer was covered.

Bucky shook his head, looking carefully between his girlfriend and her family. “They were set to fly out this morning,” he corrected.

“This woman said your name is Layne Hardin? Ms. Hardin? Can you tell me the nature of your activity with The Avengers?” The young reporter shoved his recorder back in Layne’s face and she blinked at him in surprise.

“You know what kid? Do you have a card?” The reporter nodded frantically and shoved his hands in his pockets trying to fish out the card for his news outlet. “If you scram, I’ll make sure you get first dibs on a one on one interview after Tony Stark and Pepper Potts call their news conference.”

“There’s gonna be a conference? Would you really do that?” the boy asked, his voice managing to crack still in excitement. Layne clocked him in at late teens since the card he handed her claimed he was an intern. He pushed his large glasses back up his nose and Layne nodded at him. He smiled brightly and left her standing with her family.

Layne turned back to her parents, looking hesitantly at her smug face. June licked her hot pink lips and fished a newspaper out of her Louis Vuitton purse to hold up in Layne’s face. It was the Star Tribune, the number one magazine in the Twin Cities, and on the front page in big black letters was ‘DOROTHY FRONT WOMAN, ALCOHOLIC TO AVENGER?’. Layne’s jaw dropped as she took the paper from her mother with shaking hands, the portrait on the front was of the scene around the laundry van on Hennepin Avenue, but zoomed into where Layne was standing with Wanda and Natasha. She handed the paper back to Bucky who had approached to stand against her back. His blue eyes moved over the headline, creases furrowed deep into his brow, and he examined the picture for a moment before folding it up and shoving it in his back pocket. June made a noise of protest but Bucky’s cold gaze stopped her dead.

“You three will need to follow us to a conference room,” Bucky demanded, his tone of voice leaving no room for argument…not that it ever stopped June Hardin.

“And just who do you think you are to command us?” she asked, her hands on her hips, Layne’s father squaring up behind her with Michael hanging out in the background - his disapproving glare never once leaving Layne.

“Most people know me as the Winter Soldier, ma’am. Now if you’ll please come this way.”

Layne’s family bristled at Bucky’s introduction. June pursed her lips while Jack stood himself up to his full height, puffing his chest out in what Layne was sure her father thought was an intimidating stance, Michael shifted his glare from his little sister to the ex-assassin that was beckoning them forward.

“I will not ask politely again,” Bucky said, his voice dropping an octave and his eyes piercing into the three of them. They startled and moved forward, June catching her daughter’s arm and pulling Layne along with them to the elevators. Susanna hung back with Bucky, who pulled Thor close to him. “Go tell Tony and Steve immediately. Ms. Sweet, you’re with me.”

Thor nodded, sensing the importance of the matter and headed to the elevator that him and Sue came down on. Susanna looked at Bucky with worry in her eyes.

“This is going to be a disaster,” she said hollowly.

“I’m not worried about them. I’m worried about her,” Bucky answered softly just before they joined the Hardin family in the elevator.

~*~

Layne watched as Bucky led them all down the hallway with his signature murder-strut and into a conference room where he slammed the door behind him causing Layne’s family to jump slightly. He motioned for them to sit, but none of them did, instead choosing to swarm Layne.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’re an Avenger?!” June.

“Where in the hell have you been the last five years?” Jack.

“What were you thinking leaving the university?” Michael.

Layne took a step back, her hand raised to her chest in overwhelming shock, as her eyes flitted wildly around at the faces in the room. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mother cut her off again.

“Why did you say agents were coming out to see us?” June asked stepping towards her daughter.

Layne opened her mouth again but her mother continued.

“Is it because you’re an Avenger and we have to be moved to a safe house?”

Layne opened her mouth again.

“Because I am not willing to alter my life because you decided to make a stupid decision with yours,” June continued.

Layne clamped her mouth shut. The buzzing in her ears took over anything her mother was saying it was high pitched and reminded of her of the time she took over Greg Andrew’s body. It felt like a large rubber band was being wrapped around her chest and her breathing was becoming restricted, shallow, and fast paced. She licked her lips, barely registering Bucky reaching out for her before she sent a burst of mental energy through the room in a shock wave.

“Enough!” Layne shouted stomping her foot like a child, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Everyone’s hand flew to their chests as they tried to still the fluttering of their auras. Bucky and Susanna merely cleared their throats in discomfort whereas her family looked at her terrified.

“They’ve turned you into a monster,” Layne’s father sneered and Bucky immediately stepped forward.

Susanna reached out and wrapped a hand around Bucky’s elbow, holding the towering super soldier back but he shook her off with a grunt. “Don’t you dare call her that,” Bucky spat eyeing the man up and down. Bucky was afraid of a lot of things, not that he would ever let it on, he was afraid of Hydra, he was afraid of wrecking his relationship with the people in the tower, he was afraid of losing Layne, and he was afraid of being the beast the media still occasionally painted his as. He was not, however, afraid of the sixty odd year old man in front of him because while Bucky was a cool one hundred years old he certainly didn’t look it.

“Don’t you fucking talk to me, you dirty Commie son-of-a-bitch,” Jack Hardin spat.

“Dad!” Layne gasped, but Bucky waved her off. He was used to it by now. Bucky looked closer at Jack and noticed the yellow tinge to his eyes and skin and wondered if he was just a barrel chested, beer gutted old man or if it was bloating. The man was killing himself slowly and didn’t need any help from Bucky in that regard.

“Don’t you defend him, young lady. You’ve embarrassed us enough pretending to be a superhero, what qualifications do you have? We’re bringing you home.” Jack shook his finger at his daughter and Layne immediately shrunk under him. He was right, Layne knew he was right, her father always had this ability to know exactly what to say to cut you to the core. He could look at someone and find their greatest insecurity and prey on it.

“FRIDAY, where is Tony Stark and Captain Rogers?” Bucky asked.

“In the elevator now, Sergeant Barnes,” she answered.

Layne’s family looked up trying to find the source of the voice, but Jack scoffed.

“You have the audacity to still go by Sergeant? After you betrayed your country? You should be ashamed.” Jack condemned and Layne finally stepped forward putting herself between Bucky and her family. Layne could handle her father’s vitriol, she could handle the disapproving glares because she’d gotten them all her life, but she would not stand idly by and let her family insult the one person who Layne knew had done everything in his power to not be a terrible person.

“You have no right to talk, Daddy. You spent six years mopping decks off the coast of Norfolk. What did you do with your military career? You certainly never saw combat, you were never captured and tortured. You shut your damn mouth and show some respect to your superior officer,” Layne glared at her father. Her mother gasped and Michael took their mother’s hand, patting it reassuringly.

It was when her father stepped forward, the back of his hand raised to smack some respect back into his daughter that Susanna stepped forward and caught the man’s wrist in a crushing grasp. Layne let out a huff of frustration and cast a look to her friend who with a stern look of her own acquiesced and let go of the man, pushing him back a smidgen.

Tony and Steve entered the room briskly, Tony looking a little out of breath having probably come all the way from the labs, but Steve looked ready to rumble. No doubt both men were told of the intense situation Layne’s family was causing and they cast their eyes around the room warily, feeling the tension that hung in the air.

“More of this dog and pony show? Layne, we as your family deserve to speak with you one and one and get the answers we are looking for,” Michael finally spoke up, stepping forward and straightening out his tie.

Out of the entire Hardin clan, Michael was the only one with any height on him. He stood at an impressive 6’2” but was unfortunately still scrawny as a twig. His hair was just as curly as Layne’s and Daniel’s, but he kept it cut short and it was starting become heavily sprinkled with grays. His face was clean shaven which would normally youth him a little bit, but the wrinkles and bags around his eyes counteracted it.

“What answers do you need?” Tony piped up, ever the diplomat.

Michael got their mother’s blue eyes instead of their father’s warm brown and they rocketed over to the billionaire. “If we’re safe, if our families are safe, against whatever forces Layne decides to blindly throw herself at.”

“Dr. Hardin has been an invaluable asset to our genetics department and nothing more. We needed her expertise on a few on location missions and no recourse should come to you or your family due to it. We haven’t even released her name to the press,” Tony diffused calmly, smoothing his tie and readjusting his tie clip. He plastered a tight lipped smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face and flicked his gaze between Layne and her family. Layne looked at him like she knew it was a lost cause and his smile fell to a confused frown.

“Her banshee of a mother ruined that,” Bucky growled and June let out an offended gasp while Layne and Susanna both let out an unladylike snort of laughter. “The local paper in Minnesota also printed this.” Bucky pulled the newspaper out of his pocket and handed it over for Tony and Steve to look at.

Tony adjusted his red tinted glasses on his nose as he read over the headline. Steve frowned while Tony made a disapproving tsk. “Well, I will have Pepper run a press conference to squash any of this.”

“We know that Layne is…odd, you obviously know that too. My brother Daniel was the same, Lord only knows where he is,” Michael continued despite his parents protests. “Stop it, the both of you, there is no way they don’t know about them.”

Steve looked at Layne, he had come from the gym and his black tank top was sticking to his chest and a towel was draped around his neck. “Hardin,” Steve said softly and Layne looked back at him. She looked drained and she sighed heavily before shaking her head slightly at him. She couldn’t tell them about Daniel, she had done so much already and this just wasn’t something she had the strength for. Steve nodded in understanding, ignoring her family that was casting them curious glances. However, they wouldn’t be able to keep her involvement with the Avengers a secret for long Pepper had already been discussing with her when Layne would feel comfortable setting up a press conference. It would be better to tell her family what she was now then have them hear it on the news and fly back out here again.

“Tell them, Cap,” Layne requested softly, sounding defeated.

“Agent Hardin has been partnering with Sergeant Barnes in special missions where her gift is needed. She’s in safe hands with him and has been doing the world a great service. Primarily assisting us with our partnership with the CIA on a human trafficking ring that was taking place in the Twin Cities and Chicago,” Steve said, his Captain voice filling the room. Where Tony always tried his best to skirt around the truth to make whatever he was saying easier for everyone, Steve was always honest but held such well meaning and command in his voice that it was very rarely questioned.

“It’s not her safety I’m concerned about. We all figured Jordan would end up in a ditch first, but with him behind bars it was her next. She’s reckless and impulsive and I don’t like the idea of her running around the country doing her freak thing with some national traitor. You fight aliens and foreign god-knows-who, we don’t need that coming back on us,” June spoke up, Steve found her voice to be like nails on a chalk board.

Everyone that wasn’t a Hardin looked at June appalled, while Layne just looked down at her feet tears brimming in her eyes. Bucky reached out and pulled her away from her family and into his chest with a glare at her parents.

“Oh my god,” Michael laughed in disbelief. “They’re together.”

Jack looked Bucky and Layne up and down, a sneer on his face. “Well, she’s never had any common sense. Doesn’t surprise me she’d shame this family further by spreading her legs for a national traitor.”

“I think it’s best if you three take off,” Tony said quickly to Bucky, Layne, and Sue, while reaching out and putting a hand firmly on Steve’s chest when he stepped forward at Jack. “I have lawyers on the way up with non-disclosures and we have that other matter to discuss with them that you don’t need to be here for.”

“You do not get to take my daughter from me,” June argued.

Tony looked at her confused. “So do you, like, hate her or love her or what’s your deal because I’m starting to question if I actually have parent issues or not after dealing with you lot for five minutes.”

June’s cheeks flushed pink with anger and embarrassment and opened her mouth to speak, but this time it was Layne that cut her off.

“The last five years of my life have been the happiest I have ever had because you weren’t apart of them. I am not an object for you to own, I am not some doll to sit there and look pretty and be quiet. I have a job and I have pride in what I do and I do it along side the man I love and I don’t give a flying fuck what you have to think or say about it. So do me a favor and keep our future contact nonexistent,” Layne spat harshly. Whatever words her mother had sitting venomously on her tongue were sucked back down and the color blanched from her face.

Thor leaned against the opposite wall out in the hallway, he immediately slipped behind Layne and Susanna to stand next to Bucky and effectively block the Hardins from coming out of the door after them.

“If the three of you could please have a seat, there is something Tony and I would like to discuss with you before the lawyers get here.” Layne heard Steve say as Bucky closed the door behind them.

Layne sighed and let her feet lead her to the elevator and her hands to push the button to the kitchen. The trio followed Layne, casting each other worried glances but no one wanting to break the silence. In the kitchen Layne pulled open the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a long swig before slamming it on the counter. The deep breath of air she let from her lungs felt like it was coming from her very soul.

“They’re the fucking worst,” Layne swore softly, shaking her head as she stared wide eyed out the window in front of her at the setting sun.

“I have met more pleasant people, that’s for certain,” Susanna agreed, pulling out three more beers and passing two to the boys.

The four stood around the breakfast island, sipping their beers in silence letting Layne contemplate her emotions. Bucky stood next to her, slowly rubbing circles on her back.

“Did you know that the whole reason Danny was even in Madison was because of Jordan, he thought that someone should be visiting him. Our parents had disowned Jordan, Michael couldn’t give two shits, and I was too busy trying to pretend that I didn’t have a family. But Danny actually cared, he was worried about Jordan and he used to email me after every visit about how Jordan was doing and what he was up to. Danny didn’t drink, he didn’t do drugs, he just tried to do what he could to survive. Like that’s the shit of it, is that out of the lot of us he was the best,” Layne stated.

“To Danny,” Thor said stoically holding up his beer.

Layne looked up at the god and smiled softly, raising her beer as well. Susanna and Bucky followed suit before they all finished their drinks and set the empty bottles on the counter top. Layne tapped the mouth of her beer and wracked her brain about what she wanted to do about Saturday. At the end of the day she knew that Ava List was at fault for this, Danny had always been sweet and fought for the people he believed in more than the cause. It made him easy to be manipulated and therefore an easy target. Coming to a conclusion she nodded to herself before reaching up on her tip toes to give Bucky a small kiss.

“I know we were going to do dinner but I need to go work something out in the lab. I’ll see you tonight?” She confirmed softly kissing him again.

Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Yeah, doll, whatever you need. I’m gonna take care of things with Steve, if you need me just have FRIDAY contact me okay?”

Layne nodded and kissed Sue on the cheek before taking off towards the elevators.

“Are we still worried?” Bucky asked Sue, looking to the woman who knew his girlfriend much better than him.

Susanna watched Layne’s departure with knitted brows. “With her? You should never stop worrying.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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Can you do 'louder' for Dante and Jesse please...

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Life is unexpected. One moment, you’re standing at your boss’s side like you’re supposed to, the next you’re on break and a very talented mouth is wrapped around your cock.

Dante leaned his head to the side, squinting through the badly frosted glass. He could make out June’s and Vrox’s silhouettes: Vrox towered over June’s small frame, even lounging against the wall in boredom as per usual. Dante noted with a flash of pride that in a room full of people head and shoulders over them, June’s back was straight. They’d grown so much from the scared little waif he’d found on that cold marble.

Of course, he was only thinking like this to try and distract himself from what was going on between his legs. He was not going to lose control and cum after only six minutes. He wasn’t.

As if he could read his mind, Jesse ran his tongue up the painfully sensitive underside of Dante’s cock. “How you doing up there, sir?”

Dante clenched his teeth. He had told Jesse to drop that title, especially during times like this. He didn’t want to feel like he was forcing it on Jesse through force of rank… Though the teasing edge to Jesse’s tone showed that that was not what was happening here. There was no doubt who was in control. Jesse may have been on his knees, but Dante may as well have been on his back, belly to the sky, for all the dominance he had.

“Fine,” he gritted out.

“What’d you say? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

Dante glared at him. “I said f- shit!”

“Yeah,  I don’t think you’re fine,” Jesse said, mock-thoughtful, while his hand stroked dragged up Dante’s cock, firmly enough for white-hot pleasure to crawl up Dante’s spine.

“Fuck, how long does Vrox last when you do this to him?” Dante exhaled, tried to fight back the shaking in his knees. He was going to pieces like a teenager, for God’s sake.

“’s long as I want him to.” Jesse circled his tongue tauntingly around the tip, each brush pulling another thread out of Dante’s sanity.

Dante glanced back through the glass and cursed under his breath. “Are you gonna suck me off or not? Break’s almost over. You want the boss to catch us like this?”

Jesse shrugged without even lifting his mouth from its slow circle. He took just the tip into his mouth and Dante couldn’t help himself; he tried to thrust deeper into his mouth, felt Jesse’s full lips slip further along his shaft, and he groaned.

Jesse grabbed the base of his dick to keep him from moving, rolling his eyes. “You really wanna finish up?”

No, Dante thought. He could stay here forever with Jesse’s soft mouth pulling moan after moan from him. But they couldn’t, because when Dante got loud, he got loud, and he and Jesse weren’t the only ones with sensitive hearing: June and the other hounds in the place had it, too, and he was kind of fond of his cock and wanted to keep it attached to his body, which it would not be if June found out.

“Yes,” Dante said, and then bit down on his lip hard enough to taste blood as Jesse shoved his entire cock down his throat like it was nothing.

“Fuck, fuck- oh fuck-” Dante panted, fisting a hand in Jesse’s soft, curly hair. When Jesse shot him a glare without pausing, he loosened his hold, barely able to get out a muttered apology before another groan was pulled out of him.

Jesse took him deep, shifted his tongue underneath him, formed a seal with his lips and pulled back. A muffled cry shuddered out of Dante; he bucked his hips forward and this time, Jesse didn’t stop him.

Dante made a noise that was far too similar to a whimper for his ego’s comfort and thrust again, fucking Jesse’s throat as much as he could in the small space Jesse had let him have. “Jesse-” his name slipped out in a moan.

And Jesse pulled off him, leaving Dante to feel the pulse in his dick, on the precipice but still so far away.

“Seriously?” Dante growled. “How do you feel about dealing with the newbies for the next fifty years?”

Jesse sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth with a smile. Apart from the wetness on his lips and chin and the flush in his cheeks, he looked perfectly put together, and that was the most frustrating thing Dante had ever seen. Jesse, though old by human standards, was still so young for a hellhound, and yet he could make Dante whine like he was the puppy?

“If you want to cum,” Jesse said calmly, “you’re gonna have to be louder.”

“What?” Dante flicked a look back through the glass. Vrox had straightened up out of his previously slouched position behind June, a sure sign that he was getting ready to switch out.

“If you want me to make you cum-”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Are you crazy? Do you want June to murder us? You know Vrox would miss you.” His cock was getting really distracting, throbbing and begging for release. He tried to steady his breathing. ‘Tried’ being the right word. “Jesse, look - next time, alright? I’ll make all the noise you want. But not now.”

Jesse listened passively to his rant. When he finished, he smiled up at him with that angelic dimple of his. “I don’t want it next time, I want it now. You’re gonna give it to me.”

Dante opened his mouth, to admonish or to plead or what, he didn’t know, but Jesse took him back into his mouth and every nerve in Dante’s cock screamed from the relief and torture and all that ended up coming out was “Fuck, Jesse!” Loud, already too loud.

Jesse grinned as best he could around him and bobbed his head, taking Dante so far back in his throat Dante saw stars. There was no thrusting allowed this time; Jesse’s hands pinned his hips to the wall. Jesse was a lot stronger than the wiry muscles, soft brown eyes and gentle grins made him look. It was too easy to forget he was a demon - unless you were having sex with him, that is.

“Jesse, I can’t-” Dante breathed out through gritted teeth, struggling to keep a lid on the pleasure.

“Louder,” was all Jesse said before closing his lips around the tip of Dante’s cock and sucking. Dante felt the soft inside of his cheek rub up against the tip, and that was too much for him to take.

Crying out loud enough for it to echo in the break room; half-formed curses, animal whines, sounds of pure pleasure, he came in Jesse’s mouth. Jesse milked him through it, swallowed dutifully… until Dante came down enough to realize that it was still echoing.

“Shit,” he whispered, glancing back through the glass. He couldn’t tell exactly, but he was sure June’s head had turned toward the door. “We’re in deep shit.”

Jesse shrugged, bounded to his feet, all energy and a hundred-watt smile like he was specifically trying to piss Dante off. “You are, I’m not,” he said cheerfully. “You are my superior after all, sir.”

Dante glared at him, but melted after a moment and pulled the smaller hellhound into a headlock, rubbing his knuckles into his hair. In the end, it turned out better than expected; Jesse sweet-talked June the way only he could, flashed that dimple until they relented… but Dante was sure he was going to hear more of it later, when June got him alone. Somehow, it had still been worth it.

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𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚.

     Logan was a perfectionist. He always fought alone, he never settled for something less than what he wanted, and he always succeeded. But then, one day, he lost a debates competition. From his point of view, to someone younger than him. To someone less experienced.

     Logan had a habit of looking down on others. He would sigh a lot when someone said something he thought was dumb, and he would roll his eyes. This wasn't what his parents had taught him.

     After he lost the competition, Logan isolated himself to his room, returning late at night, through the back door, and spending the entire day in a cafe.

     On the day this event took place, he was sitting in the cafe, in the late evening, and it was raining outside. He quietly drank his coffee, sighing often, resting his head on his fist.

     The bell hanging above the door rang. Logan didn't look up.

     "May I sit with you, sir", asked a kindly, middle-aged gentleman, with a soft voice.

     "Sure...". Logan doesn't look up.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Why do you want to know?"

     The man looks at him, and his eyes darken for a minute, which Logan doesn't see. Then, with a polite expression, he replies, "A young man of your standing wouldn't sulk like so".

     Logan glares at him, then straightens up. He looks at the strange man through his glasses, and tries to size him up. The stranger has short, curly brown hair. He's wearing a lab coat, gloves, and a satchel. Behind his round glasses, Logan can see his unusual brown eyes. They appear to have a maroon shade.

     "What ever I do should not concern you". A pause. "Who are you, anyway?"

     "Just a humble traveller", the stranger said with a smile.

     A sigh. "The name's Logan".

     "My guess is... something bad happened to you".

     Logan looks at him while taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah... well, you're going to pry anyway, I might as well tell you. I... didn't get first place in a debates competition".

     People like Logan can't admit their loses. "Ah, so you lost". And people like the strange traveller say the obvious things to another person's face. Regardless of their feelings.

     Logan blinked. "Yes".

     "Did you wonder why you lost it?"

     "What do you ask that? Of course they gave someone else the position I was supposed to get".

     The traveller looked at him with a harshness in his eyes. Logan blinked in surprise, than recovered.

     "No one just gives someone else a position, unless they deserve it", he replied. "Be honest with yourself, why did you lose?"

     Logan, despite himself, thought about it. Why had he lost? He had memorised the speech he had. He'd asked a friend of his to help him write it. His friend was a writer of great standing, so most of the speech was his work. Logan had memorised it perfectly.

     This he relayed this to the traveller, reluctantly.

     "Exactly. You memorised someone else's words. Whereas I think the other candidates would've written it themselves, because not everyone has a writer for a friend. Maybe that's the reason you lost".

     Logan thought. He sighed. "If you're right, then he's going to pay. I lost because of him".

     The traveller shook his head. "No, only you are to blame for your loss. And besides, ask yourself: was it really a loss?"

     Once again, Logan thought. The traveller had an effect on him, that made him obliged to do as he was told, a rare occasion for him. "Yes, I lost. If I'd got first place, everyone would've appreciated me. Now my friends look down on me for losing".

     "Those aren't your friends".

     "They are my best friends", Logan retorted determinedly.

     "People attract the type of people they are themselves. Those aren't your friends because no true friend would degrade you on your... 'loss'. True friends appreciate your hardwork and achievements, and console you when you lose something. Fake friends appreciate your success, and tell you you're horrible when you lose. What you have are fake friends".

     Logan kept quite.

     "And as for your loss, was it really a loss? You might've lost the competition, but you only learned, and I see that as your achievement. For example, if you hadn't lost, you wouldn't be enjoying this coffee".

     That got a smile from Logan. The traveller chuckled.

     "Just kidding. From what I gather, you're used to winning. You like things going your way. Well, spoiler, life doesn't go your way. Take it from me, a traveller. I travel, and no matter how much I plan, things always go south, yet, I learned to get through them. I want to travel to country A, but because of a series of events, I end up in country B, or C, or D". He paused. Logan's eyes were half closed, but he could tell he was listening intently. He smiled. "We learn... from our mistakes. You made a mistake. You didn't suffer a loss, because today you learned something. The truth about your friends, and the fact that your own hardwork would've worked better. You'll regret not writing the speech yourself. But that regret, that is what's going to fuel you to work harder next time, and work yourself. Trust me, when you win by your own hardwork, that's the best feeling ever".

     Logan took a deep breath. "Why?"

     "... I'm sorry?"

     "Why are you telling me this?" Logan looked up, and for the first time, his eyes were full of respect, and wonder.

     The traveller gave him a gentle smile. "To put it bluntly, you are a person who has a superiority complex. But I can tell, that deep down, you have it in you to change. You feel superior to your peers, and to those around you. If your parents told you this, you'd hate them. I'm a nobody, and an outsider. You don't know me. Hence, whatever I say, you will subconsciously or unconsciously let it effect you. That's just how humans are. We want what we don't have. We believe in what we don't know".

     Logan smiled. He turned his head down, unable to speak. The traveller got up, and walked around the table. He placed his hand on Logan's back, and patted it. "Thank you", Logan whispered.

     "Thank me by changing". The traveller left. Just as he was about to open the door, he turned around and said, "Cody. People call me Professor Cody".

     "Professor Cody".

     The traveller left.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed my short story. Please don't repost/reblog without my permission. Both the photo and story belong to me.

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

American Spies

Steve Trevor x Reader

A/N: Commissioned by @arrowswithwifi

Warnings: violence against a female, smut

Summary: Steve Trevor and you are American spies sent over enemy lines to a Gala, where things go horribly wrong.

You watched with carefully every gala attendee, giving sweet smiles and soft eyes until your sight settled on a pair of familiar face. Steve was wearing a German officer uniform and playing the part quite well, laughing at something an older gentleman was saying, patting him lightly on the back. When he managed to give you a glance, his expression said everything.

Stay on task, stay safe.

You nodded slightly at your partner and picked up a glass of champagne from a waiter who was passing by, swallowing a slow sip while taking in the large ballroom. Steve and you were on assignment to get as much intel as possible and this gala happened to be crowded with important German leaders. Being the dashing spies you were, the two of you posed as husband and wife to get into the gala, but once inside you separated to cover more ground.

“Don’t tell me a lovely woman like yourself is all alone?”

A husky voice came from behind you and when you turned you were face to face with a handsome man. Giving his credentials on his uniform a quick glance, your smile brightened and you casually placed a hand on his forearm.

“I’m afraid so, Commander..” your voice trailed off in the German accent you had perfected, looking away shyly until his hand went over yours.

“Krause, Benjamin Krause.”

He gave a soft smile as you lifted your hand from his arm. “I do believe Krause means curly haired, am I wrong?”

“No, my lady, you are not.”

“Ah, well,” you mused, bringing the champagne class to your lips. “I see the name suits you quite well, Benjamin.”

“Call me Ben, beautiful,” he asserted with a knowing smirk, asking if you’d like to get some fresh air. “These social events, they tend to be dull and draft.”

You hummed a yes and took the arm he offered, eyes moving across the room to Steve, who was watching you closely. Your hand went to your neck, giving it a quick caress that signaled to Steve that everything was fine and that you had caught a lead. His lips pursed, barely listening to what the older gentleman was telling him as you walked out of the gala.

....

Ben walked you outside near a large fountain in the middle of the courtyard garden, talking about his ranking. He worked directly under Oskar Huber, number two on the list of potential targets Steve and you were given.

“Sounds like you are very important, Commander Krause.”

Ben laughed heartily and shook his head. “I assure you, I am not.”

Slightly annoyed at his humbleness, you pressed on, asking what it was like working for Huber.

“Are the rumors true? Is he a remarkable man?”

“Oh, the best.”

“Hmm,” you responded mildly, taking a sip of your drink, happy to still have it.

The two of you walked over to the fountain and Ben looked up at the moon, you watched him carefully trying to decide the best strategy to get him to divulge any information he had on Huber’s plans for the war.

“How did you come to be in Huber’s command? You must have impressed him..”

“Ah, yes,” he smiled at you, hands behind his back. “I was working under a different command, part of a team sent to retrieve intel from the other side.”

“Barkens,” you said without thinking, trying to keep your composure as Ben’s eyes stared at you.

“How did you know?”

“Oh,” you waved a hand in the air, voice steady as a rock. “I know someone on the team, Oberst. Do you know him?”

Your casual tone and knowledge of the Barkens team members seemed enough for Ben, because he turned back to the moon.

“He was a fine lad, it was hard losing him.”

“I’m sure it was,” you sympathized, touching Ben’s shoulder. “Shall we head back inside?”

Not wanting to push your luck and wanting desperately to get back to Steve, you attempted to pull Ben toward the gala, but he stood still. Your heart dropped in that moment, but quickly, you recovered and tugged him playfully.

“What do you say about a dance? I can not go all night without one..”

Ben glanced over to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “That accent, it’s very good.”

You chuckled. “It should be, I was born with it.”

“Of course,” he laughed and made his way to you, seizing the champagne glass from your hand. “Or they taught you it across enemy lines.”

“Ben!”

You hollered as he tossed the glass, moving quickly to grab your arm.

You protested, yanking your hand from his grip, but he was far too strong.

“You filthy spy,” he gritted out, tugging you away from the lights of the part inside and further back into the dark garden, beyond the tree lines where surely the two of you would go unnoticed.

“Let go of me, you bastard!”

Your free hand clutched at his hair and he groaned, back handing you clear across the face.

“Oh, the things I will to do you,” he promised lowly, pushing you hard against a tree. “I will kill you slowly, let the blood run down that beautiful face of yours.”

“Not so charming anymore, Benjamin?”

You spat at him, kicking him hard in the chest as he attempted to rush you. He grabbed you by the shoulders, but your fist met his face and when he stumbled to the ground, he took you with him.

Before you could react to the fall, he was on you, his body crushing yours as his hands crept to your neck, slowly his fingers pressed into your skin until you were gasping for breath.

A single tear fell down your face and there was nothing more in that very moment that you wanted than Steve Trevor. No one else, but him. To tell him how much he meant to you and when your eyes rolled back, hands sprawling at Ben’s uniform, Steve’s face came into view.

A mere second later, you were wheezing for air, heavy brisk breaths escaped your lungs as Steve fought Ben. The two mingled with their fists until Steve drew a knife, lodging it in the depths of Ben’s chest, letting him fall against the very tree he threw you at.

“Shit,” Steve spoke frantically, rushing to your side and lifting your head off the ground. “Hey, hey..”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as steady breaths started to leave your lips. “Steve..”

“Oh, beautiful,” he sighed in relief, looking back at the now deceased Ben. “He’s not going to hurt you again. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Coming back to full consciousness, you lifted a hand to the side of Steve’s face, knowing nothing could stop you from saying the words you’d speak next.

“I love you,” you croaked out, stroking his skin with your thumb. “I thought I was.. I thought I’d never get a chance to say that.”

Steve’s blue eyes softened and he chuckled, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Oh, gorgeous, I love you too.”

And like that, everything that happened didn’t matter.

In that moment there was only Steve and you and a feverishly want that overtook the two of you. So when he leaned down to kiss you, all the emotions of the night, low and high, sprouted between your bodies and you tugged at the lapel of his coat.

“Now,” you whispered urgently, reaching down to the buttons of his slacks. “Now, Steve.”

You didn’t have to ask again, because Steve’s hand slipped under the silk dress you had brought in the city the previous night - a dark red one that he pointed out in the shop’s window. His hand touched your thigh, moving up to your underwear, tugging them off. His touch warm and tender at first until you sprung free his cock with your idle hands and it was all over.

The tenderness evolved into frantic chaos, because just a few moments ago, you had almost lost each other. If Steve hadn’t been so worried about you leaving the Gala, if he hadn’t followed his instinct to protect you, he would have surely lost you without having a chance to tell you how much he needed you. And if you had laid there, dying in Ben’s wretched hands, regret would have been the last thing you felt. Regret that you had never kissed Steve, not once, not never.

All of this, it played a part in the way his body moved against yours, entering you slowly, pushing himself into you until he couldn’t no more. Your hands cupped his face, forcing Steve to look right into your eyes and it was the only place he wanted to be.

The grass brushed against the bare back of your dress as Steve’s hips jerked into yours. You moaned out his name like a whispered prayer until the rolling sensation of pure pleasure started to play over your body.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear, giving you one last rough push, sending the two of you over the euphoric edge.

Steve and you shuddered against each other, your fingers tugged lightly at his hair until a calm blanketed your bodies.

Your breaths steadied and Steve pressed a kiss onto your lips, before lifting himself off you.

“Let’s get you off the ground.”

He reached out a hand and you took it, letting him pull you up into his arms. Steve hugged you tightly, telling you he was sorry he didn’t get to you sooner.

“If that bastard had..”

“I’m here, Steve,” you said quietly, cupping his face with your hands. “I’m here, because of you. I love you.”

He sighed softly, taking a deep breath before looking to the dead German soldier. “We need to get going, someone’s bound to come around.”

“I know,” you nodded, straightening your dress out. “Check him, he might have had something on him.”

Steve nodded and walked over to the body, rummaging through his pockets as you grabbed your underwear from the ground, quickly slipping them back on before making your way to Steve.

He was kneeled next to Ben’s corpse, a small black notebook in hand. “I guess he wasn’t very smart, take a look.”

Steve tossed the book to you and stood up, watching as you turned page after page, a smile brewing from your lips.

“Oh, Benjamin, you stupid, stupid man.”

“We should head out now,” Steve expressed, looking around for any audience. “Are you ready, love?”

Clutching the notebook that contain many names of high ranking officers and intel that involved strategic plans your superior would find quite amusing, you smiled over to the man you absolutely loved and adored.

“Steve Trevor, where you go I go.”

“Then let’s go home,” he whispered, extending a hand out to you.

Taking it without a second guess, you squeezed your palm against his and thought to yourself that wherever Steve went, that’s where home was.

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