#this isn't going to be a thing in every mission chapter don't worry

[jupitergames-if]

you can have a little preview from the rough draft of ch 1, as a treat

#since ive been radio silent lmao #ben affleck smoking.jpeg #this isn't going to be a thing in every mission chapter don't worry #supernova game #sn:r #dev post

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - WIP - "Open wide, Prinzessin"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

a/n: a little chapter i wrote this week, mostly while on the go, so i hope there aren't that many typos hehe

CW: arm p*rn, rough bj, light degradation

(NSFW)

The atmosphere is quite different today. Chatter is filling the team tent, everybody's sitting in loose groups and me right in the middle. Not on the outside like it has been the case some times before that. The team is coming together, especially on missions like this. On the other side of the tent, Horangi is cracking jokes and telling stories from times when he and König went to bars in the villages. Beside me Nikto and Aksel are philosophizing about how they don't miss the midnight sun, but I'm only half participating in the conversation because my attention is on the other side of the room. On the tall austrian man standing behind Horangi to be precise. On his arms to get even further into detail. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt with short sleeves that hug his bizeps in a certain kinda way. Get yourself together, it's only fabric around some muscled arms. But oh lord, what arms. My minds flashes back to when I was holding onto them - for dear life! - as he was fucking me senseless.

He has his arms crossed in front of his chest, only his hands covered by gloves. His hood is tucked into the t-shirt, secured in place by the clothing item. So, really, the only parts of his body are his arms and his eyes. And those got me feeling like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time. He's not really participating in the conversation, not talking a lot at least, but every so often he laughs about one of Horangi's raunchy jokes and his whole body is shaking with laughter.

His arms tense and relax with his movements, the cords in his muscles moving under the inked skin, the outlines of his veins fighting the shapes of his tattoos. I will myself to look away, to pay attention to what the others are chatting about, but my eyes always wander back to him. His gaze is already on me, every single time, but with the hood it's always hard to make out where he's looking except if his stare directly on you because the white of his eyes contrast with the darkness of the hood around them. And it's always on me.

And he sees me practically drooling over him, over his arms. There's a smirk on his face, i can tell, there's this cocky aura about him. He knows exactly how his arms are making me feel. My eyes drop down to where he's leaning on the table, his hips swayed to the right. I know now what they are capable of and the thought sends a pang of dirty need between my legs. I don't even dare to speak about how his cargo pants hug his lap, because... Well, there isn't much left to the imagination. Why are they so goddamn tight? My mind directly goes to the naughty places, letting the possibility linger to maybe unzip them and freeing him. And maybe put him in another tight space.

I curse under my breath as I hold myself back from squirming in my seat. I focus my attention on Nikto who is telling a story about his youth when he lived at his uncle's for a whole month, driving the tractor and repairing an old shitty car. Aksel is laughing so hard by now as Nikto talks about the one time he drank so much and then got groceries with his uncle's tractor. Great, more drinking stories. I huff a bit, and I mean, I get it. It's just not the thing I'm most enthusiatic about. For obvious reasons. My drinking stories wouldn't be that fun.

My eyes find their way back to him in no time. He's looking at me and I can see the hint of worry on his face. I shake my head minimally and smile at him weakly. He gives me a little hidden thumbs up which turns my smile up. Then his hand is gripping his bicep again, the muscle on his arm jumping as the gloved fingers dig into it. My mouth falls open a bit, because it just got harder to breathe. His upper body shakes again and I can see the little chuckle he's hiding while his gaze on me gets all lusting.

His head tilts to the side again, and his eyes dart to the entrance of the tent. A subtle yet-not-subtle-at-all move. A little "let's go get out of here". I nod the tiniest nod I can manage, and that's all he needs. He speaks up, but over the distance I only hear words like 'Wachablöse' and 'gotta relieve them'.

Smart move, Colonel. Nobody is going to be suspicious if he goes to relieve the other guards on a huggelig evening like that. A few words to Horangi and a general nod to the rest of the people. He heads out the tent, his gaze on me, filled with desire and pure filth. It makes me want to follow him in an instant, but that wouldn't be very subtle now, would it?

I wait a bit, a few minutes, nodding along to the other's conversation like I did the whole time, then I get up. "What's up with you?", Nikto asks me. "You're not going to bed, are you?" I shake my head. "No I'm only taking a leak.", I joke with a grimace, imitating their gruff voices. They all laugh. "Look at Müller, already one of the guys.", Aksel says, seeming a little bit too proud of me. It's fine, he's got more of a dad energy anyways. It's what I like about him. He's also the only one who’s older than the Colonel himself. Well, except for Ridgeback because he is ancient, but he never goes on missions anyways. I digress. I shoot them all a look as I go which only makes them laugh more, then I leave the tent.

The darkness and the cool night air surround me like a chilling hug. I shiver and look around. No 6'10'' silhouette in sight. I take a few steps, trying not to make too much sound. "König?", I whisper into the shadows. I feel the warmth of his body before I hear his chuckle right next to me. "For a recon sniper you're not that stealthy, huh?", he teases me. I turn around with an exasperated gasp. "Well, I'm not really on enemy territory right now.", I shoot back, but he doesn't continue the banter and steps closer towards me, until he presses me against the wall behind my back, caging me in.

"Did you tell them you were going to bed?", he asks, his voice all hushed, so he almost seems breathless. I shake my head. "No, I only told them I was going to the toilet." His hand drops to his belt and he undoes it with a single smooth motion, before he says: "Then you better drop to your knees quickly like a good little slut, so they won't get suspicious what's taking you so long." My body already moves before my mind has even registered every last one of his words. I don't think I've ever been asked to give oral this brazenly before, but the blunt filth only turns me on when it's with him. Kneeling before him I have to stretch to be at eyelevel with his crotch. My hands latch onto the side of his hips and I look up at him while he strokes his dick a few times until he lets the tip rest against my lips. "Open wide, Prinzessin.", he orders softly and my jaw drops down as I lick him for the first time.

He groans and his head rolls back while his hips buck forward. "More.", he pleads harshly. I close my lips around him as well as I can, licking and sucking his dick as he pushes into me. He hits the back of my throat, not even fitting halfway in, and I start to gag, drooling all over him. He doesn’t let up, taking what he so desperately wants. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”, he groans. His gloved hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers in my hair as he moves me to his rhythm. He’s fucking my mouth now and I can only take it. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and his other hand holds the side of my face, swiping some of them away as he looks down at me. Our eyes meet and I feel a zap of pleasure running through me with the way he’s looking at me, downright feral. He groans again and the sound rumbles in his broad chest. It’s all so much, almost a little bit too much with how he stretches my throat.

This is the exact thing I expected when I got myself into this … deal with the Colonel. Me at his mercy, him in charge taking what he wants that I give to him oh so willingly. I look up at him, his stature towering over me, and the thoughts vanish from my mind as he face-fucks me senseless. My little whimpers are getting muffled by his dick that’s still pushing into my mouth at an almost ruthless speed.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”, he breathes. “Bitte, ah, fuck, I’m so close, scheiße, I’m gonna…“ and he spills in my mouth. I keep sucking him, licking up every single drop of cum that he’s giving me, humming satisfied around him. Then he finally pulls back and I take a deep breath of air, almost toppling over when he lets go off me, but his hands are right on me again pulling me to my feet.

“Fuck, that was…” His strong arms, the ones I’ve been eyeing up all night, wrap around me, pressing me against him and we just stay like that for a moment. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you.”, he mumbles into my hair as he nuzzles his face against the top of my head. I breathe heavily so my whole chest rumbles, and he looks at me again. “Fuck, are you okay?” I nod quickly. “I’m sorry, I…” His eyes gloss over, his two sides fighting over what to say. “I ruined you.”, he finally says and I can hear the gremlin voice coming out. I laugh, sounding hoarse because of the state of my throat. “I think you did.”, I admit, wiping some spit off my chin. “What are you doing to me?”, he asks then with a sigh and the deeper meaning is not lost on me. “I could ask you the same thing.”, I smirk up at him which pulls a chuckle from his lips. “Even after I stuffed you like that, you’re still mouthing off at me.”, he says with a little edge to his words, but I can see the grin behind his mask.

“We have to hurry now.”, I remind him. The others must surely think I’ve fallen down the loo by now. “Right, right, but…”, he trails off. “But what?”, I want to know. “Can I- can I wake you when my watch is over?”, he asks. “Why do you- oh…”, I blush. I get what he means. “Yes, you can.”, I tell him, not hiding the smile forming on my face at all, which earns me a satisfied grunt and some more smore smoldering heat in his gaze. He caresses down my back once, then we part ways. I try to make myself presentable again before joining the others. They’re all laughing and chatting away, so they’re not paying attention to me anyways. I get a drink and sit back down at one of the tables, to calm myself down. And ignore the pulsing need and wetness between my legs.

And he does. Wake me up in the early morning hours. I’m still all drowsy and sleepy when he pulls my panties to the side and slips two of his fingers into me. I whimper and squirm against him. “Good morning, Liebes.”, he whispers as he starts to play with my pussy. I’m still all worked up and needy from yesterday (just few hours ago really), so it doesn’t take much until I gush around his fingers with his name on my lips. He undoes his belt again and crawls over me, the camp bed aching under the added weight. He pushes into me, stretching me around him and the pressure draws moans and high sighs from my lips. His hand clasps over my mouth shutting me up as he starts to fuck me, hurriedly and hard. Goddamn, this is the best morning sex I ever got. He fucks the sleepiness right out of me until I come a second time, this time around his dick, then he fills me up.

König pulls back with a satisfied hum and tugs my panties over my pussy again, stroking me through the soft fabric. “Don’t you dare change them today.”, he orders me, the inflection of his voice turning unhinged. “I want to know every time I look at you today that my cum is still inside you, that this pussy is all mine.” His words take away my breath as I look up at him, loosing myself in his eyes that pull me in with the intensity of his stare, and all I can do is nod. “Good.”, he gets up, all breezy now. “See you then, Sergeant.” He winks at me and leaves my tent. I hide my face in my hands for a moment, just breathing and calming myself down. I brought myself into this whole ordeal and I’m not complaining, but oh boy. This is intense. I finally get up and dress myself, following his order. Of course.

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[xxavengingangelxx]

Long Way from Home 1/?

Ok, so here is chapter one of I don't know how many. I have 25 pages of this. My goal is to immerse the reader in this world and put them into the OC's shoes as she questions her sanity and breaks down. I don't know how it's going to end yet.

Same intro: 141's translator isn't able to escape after Graves's betrayal. He takes her, thinking she has information. Things go horribly. Stockholm Syndrome eventually sets in and our OC feels her 141 identity being ripped to shreds while a new one, possibly loyal to Shadow Company takes hold.

Idk how this is going to do because it's a darker fic. War Criminal Graves for sure. Really insecure about this one :/

READ: Trigger warnings (for the whole fic): Kidnapping, eventual dub-con, threatened rape, torture, mind fucking games, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

TAGS: Dub-con, violence, torture, implied/referenced suicide, self-harm.

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Graves.

You looked up at him as your vision became clearer. Your head was pounding. You realized you were lying in the street. Did someone hit you over the head? You couldn’t recall. Graves started shooting and everyone ran for cover or tried shooting back. You shot back maybe once or twice. Truth was you were terrified of Graves’s Shadows and wanted to get the hell away from them.

You were able to camouflage into the woods and managed to make it to the streets on your way to the agreed upon rendezvous point, which was planned in case just an event happened.

The coldness, hardness, and wetness of that same street took your attention away from the sharp pains seemingly crushing your skull. Raindrops made your vision blurry every now and then as they landed in your eyes.

But that didn’t stop you from glaring at Graves. If looks could kill the man would’ve dropped dead on the spot. After all the missions, all the teamwork, and especially all the nights spent with him…you felt disgusted.

But you still felt small, vulnerable, like prey, even with all your gear on. You were flat on your back surrounded by Shadows (demons)…and Graves. You were beginning to worry. Sure, you’d received the training required to tag along with the 141 but definitely not quite all of it. How the hell were you going to put up with being tortured for information or being held captive if it came to that?

“141’s translator.” Graves smirked. “Good to see ya again, Valdez. Been better though, yeah?”

You said nothing. The firefight had stopped although you didn’t know how much time had passed between the end of the fight and now. You only hoped Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro were okay. You didn’t know what all had happened. All you remembered is that gunshots rang out and everyone ran.

You apparently didn’t run fast enough.

“Where are your friends?” Graves commanded, looking down on you with his hands clutching his vest.

Arrogant bastard.

“141?”

“Duh.”

“I dunno,” you answered simply. “You kinda fucked everything up when you started shooting.”

He laughed. He sounded cruel.

“Where are they?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

“Don’t act. You had to have a rendezvous point.”

You remained silent.

Graves paused before saying, “Actually you know what? Let’s get outta this rain.”

Rough and careless hands grabbed your arms and pulled you into a sitting position, soaking the rest of your clothes.

“Watch it,” you snapped. “Cabron. No me vuelvas a tocar,” you added in your native tongue, demanding he not touch you again.

You heard Graves scoff from the inside of a dilapidated building. He then said, “Cuff ‘er and bring ‘er to me.”

You felt those same rough hands placed thick plastic zip ties around your wrists after pulling your arms behind your back and he pull them tight, almost painfully so. You were then pulled to stand in the same coarse manner before being led into a building that looked like it was barely standing. It had been gutted inside and out. The same Shadow shoved you and you fell onto your knees and shin hard in front of Graves. You felt your knees scrape and bleed.

“Forgot how good you look on your knees,” he smirked. He reached towards you and you almost bit him. He ripped your radio off, also taking your earpiece with it and cutting your ear. He gave it to one of his men, telling them to get rid of it.

You ignored what Graves had said because how could he fucking forget when you’d just seen him last night? You instead decided to temporarily focus your anger on the Shadow that had roughed you up earlier. “Fuckin’ asshole,” you snapped at the faceless man. “Tu mama no te enseño que los hombres no les pegan a las mujeres?” You then shot back, asking him if his mother never taught him that men don’t hit women.

“Now you need to knock that Spanish shit off,” Graves mentioned. “You’re in the presence of Americans so speak English.”

You said nothing, only scowled at him even though he was currently towering over you.

He laughed. “Still got that mouth on you I see. Good for telling others off, translating, and…other things, too, huh?”

You felt your cheeks blush but out of anger. Your ears felt hot despite the cool rainy night. Apparently Graves liked to kiss and tell. The fact that the last time you’d slept with him was right before this mission left you feeling absolutely disgusted. You felt like he’d raped you in a way as he didn’t tell you who he really was.

“Where’s 141?” He asked again, standing before you and again reaching up to grasp his vest. You saw that lines or scratches and scars lined his forearms.

“I told you I don’t know.” You paused before adding, “Si te lo digo en español lo entenderás mejor? No se.” You asked if you telling him in Spanish might help him understand better.

“You really need to start cooperating here,” He walked about you in a circle and you felt like he was a wolf circling injured prey.

“I don’t know, man!” You snapped. “We all had to run for cover when you and your goons started shooting.” You paused before adding, “Heard they knocked a few of your Shadows off.”

One of the Shadows from behind you kicked you and your vest roughly, almost making you fall sideways. You gave a scowl in that general direction before focusing back on Graves. “You’ve been planning this shit for awhile haven’t you?”

“Look at you, so perceptive,” Graves cooed. It was creepy. “All I did was told them I was in charge and they didn’t like it.”

“So you betrayed them?”

“No, no,” he stopped dead in front of you again and knelt so you were both at eye level. His eyes were cold, icy, like the arctic. You smelled blood and gunpowder and you wondered if it was his blood or some of your teammates’. You silently prayed they were okay. His eyes had never looked like that before. “They betrayed me.”

You laughed callously. “Bullshit,” You tried to stop yourself from saying the next thing but it was said before you even knew it. “You’re a traitor, Graves. And a fucking war criminal.”

With that he smacked you across the face. Hard. You cried out, tasting blood. You shook your hair from your face and turned back in his direction.

“So you hit women, too now?” You gasped, spitting blood in between his boots as he kneeled in front of you. “At the very least you have treason and usurpation.”

“It doesn’t need to be this way. I need to know where they are.”

“Why, to kill them?”

“Nah, I wanna keep ‘em,” he added threateningly. “Some brainwashing and they’d make a good team for me.”

“Go to hell, fuckin’ traitor.”

He reached out, grasping your hair so tightly you yelped. He tilted your head up to make sure you made eye contact with him.

“If you use that word again I will kill your friends when I find them. Not before I kill you in front of them first, though.” He didn’t break eye contact, almost expecting a reply from you. “Are we really gonna have to do this the hard way?”

You didn’t speak.

“Fine,” he responded. He stood up, his height allowing him to tower over you again. He drew his sidearm and pulled the hammer back, placing a bullet in the chamber.

So this is how you were going to die. On bloodied knees in front of what you now considered an enemy combatant. He placed the gun to your head and you felt the cold barrel through your thin, wet hair.

“Call them,” Graves demanded.

“No,”

You weren’t expecting it when he hit you with his sidearm across the side of your face. You screamed in pain, falling flat on the floor. You vision was blurry and the sounds around you were going in and out. You saw him step closer is you flinched, mumbling, “Don’t!” When you thought he was about to kick you. Graves grabbed your vest and hauled you back to your knees.

“Call them,” Graves commanded again, his voice louder in volume and deeper in tone.

“I can’t,” you gasped, your head throbbing. You shut your eyes, wanting to be anywhere else but here. You opened them and you were still there, effectively being tortured.

Graves stepped out in front of you. It was dead silent, the only sounds being the crickets and the rain. You met his eyes trying to muster any sympathy. You were likely concussed at least two times over and you were in pain. His eyes didn’t soften and his men didn’t even flinch. Were they seriously okay with this?!

He raised the gun at your chest.

And he fired.

The force of the bullet forced you onto your back and you felt ribs possibly break underneath your vest. You yelled in pain as you found yourself glancing up at the ceiling of the gutted building you were in. Your vest had stopped the bullet from penetrating but it still hurt like a motherfucker.

“Get ‘er back up and take her vest off,” you heard Graves tell one of his men.

Your body protested as you were again hauled up on your knees. The Velcro of your vest easily gave way to the strong arms ripping it open. It was tossed aside. You wanted to ask them to at least have some respect for the American flag on your vest but your energy was sapped. It was focused on staying quiet and surviving.

He was kneeling in front of you again and you wondered if he was going to shoot you point blank because he wanted to look in your eyes as you died. Pulling at your zip ties was useless.

Graves reached into his vest and pulled a large, black knife.

“You’re torturing a captive!”

“There’s the military and me,” Graves stated simply. “I’m not as bound by the rules.” He then leaned forward and sliced through your uniform shirt. Underneath all you had on was a pink tank top. He signaled to one of his men who then knelt directly behind you and pulled you up off your shins and onto solely your knees. He grasped your chin from behind and pulled up, forcing your line of sight up and away from Graves. Graves was completely out of view and you had no fucking idea what he was going to do.

“What’re you doing?!” you voice broke as you began panicking.

“I’m about to scar that pretty body if you don’t talk or call your friends.”

“I don’t know! I don’t!” you yelled out desperately. “You know I can’t do that to them,” you sniffled.

The first cut was deep but not deep enough to cause vital injuries. It went from your collarbone to just over your heart. At this point you just sputtered and cried.

“Either tell me where they are or call them.”

“I can’t!”

“No, you’re choosing not to.”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know!” Your breath came out in hurried, panicked gasps.

“Sounds like a rehearsed response to me,” The second cut Graves inflicted mirrored your first except it was on the opposite side of your chest. You couldn’t help it. You screamed.

“Graves what the fuck!” Your words echoed Soap’s from not too long ago. You believed you heard him sheathe his knife, presumably without cleaning it, almost as if he wanted your blood to adorn his vest.

“Let her go,”

The Shadow behind you released his grasp and you immediately fell onto your knees and shins, Doubling over in pain. Your once-pink tank top was covered in blood and the cuts on your chest would need stitches at the minimum.

“Hmm, they must not care about ya anymore,” Graves taunted. “Maybe you should come work for me.”

“Never, fuck you,”

“There’s that attitude again,” he laughed callously. “But you have to admit that would be a neat trick.” His voice was sickly sweet as he added, “Imagine that. You at my beck and call before I sicced you on 141.”

“Never,” you repeated.

“We could really, really use you,” Graves stood back up. “You speak Spanish, have experience with surveillance, countersurveillance, know the culture…”

“You wish,” you sighed.

“Well if this isn’t working and asking nicely isn’t working, we can try something else.”

You were past trying to hold back tears. Luckily your dark hair hid your face. You started at the ground, not daring to meet his gaze. With what he had said earlier you were scared another look at him would brainwash you. We circled you again and you couldn’t help but flinch when he got close.

“You and I had a pretty good working relationship, didn’t we?”

You didn’t answer.

“Answer me, soldier,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you snapped. “Not anymore.”

“You’re right not anymore. Maybe soon though.” He paused, scoffing before adding, “Didn’t we also agree to have certain friends with benefits activities?”

“Fuck you,” you half sobbed.

“Yeah you actually did,” there was that cold laugh again. He continued walking around you in a circle as you watched blood drip onto your dark pants.

This was humiliating.

“Man you worked wonders with that little mouth of yours,”

“Argh!” the yell came from your lips loudly. You were frustrated, concussed, in pain, had been betrayed, and now you were finding out that man you were starting to have feelings for was betraying not only but everyone. “You’re so fucking disgusting!” You shouted, raising your gaze to glare at him.

“How ‘bout a repeat?”

Your glare lost its edge for one of surprise and fear. Was he talking about…

“I’ll go first and they,” he signaled around to his men, adding, “Then they’ll go next. And if you keep pretending not to know we can make things…invasive. How’s that sound?”

“Jesus Christ, Graves,” you whispered, “you’re talking about torturing and raping a captive.” Your voice sounded weak, fearful.

“It’s up to you,” Graves shrugged. “You can stop this anytime you want. Or if you really wanna get laid without admitting it you can keep not talking.”

You whimpered.

“I mean, think about it,” Graves knelt in front of you again, keeping that sadistic blue gaze locked onto your darker one. “It’d happen right here when anyone can see what a fuckin’ slut you are. No one would help, either. They’d just watch it happen.”

You cried because what the hell else could you do? You weren’t used to this. You translated for fuck’s sake. You wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be captured. Not in your worst nightmares. That was something for the movies, for fiction books.

“Keep up the charade and you’re going to suffer. I promise.” He glared at you with those blue-grey emotionless eyes. “I mean hell when I get sick of ya they’ll pass you around however the fuck they want to. I’m sure they’d love to have a shot at a 141 bitch.”

“Fuck yeah,” a Shadow said from behind you. “She’s a cute little thing. Love to see her cry some more.”

You were floored. How was this happening?

“Graves—” you started.

“Commander Graves to you from now on.”

“Commander Graves. I don’t know. Even if I did, they’ve moved on. They’re mobile,” you tried to reason. “I’m of no use to you.”

You saw his jaw muscle clench. “No, you’re gonna be useful, trust me.”

Your hopes that he would just untie you and send you back to 141 bloodied, beaten, and tortured to send a message fell to zero.

“Pick her up and bring her with us,”

“Fuck no, man,” you shook your head. You knew that you under no circumstances could you allow them to take you to a second location. It dropped your chances of survival to almost zero.

You were pulled to your feet roughly and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea. You were definitely concussed.

“Take her vest. Leave her name tag.” Graves wanted to send a message: she’s alive…come get her before I rip her to shreds.

The Shadow who pulled you up whispered hot and heavy in your ear through his mask. He had to lower himself to your level he was so tall. “Cry some more for me.”

He was so close to you, so close to your face you tried to bite him. “Try me, asshole.”

Graves, further again, laughed. A few other Shadows chuckled. Not because it was funny but because they were probably thinking: awe, how cute…she thinks she can take us.

You pulled and struggled and screamed and cursed. They easily kept control of you. They were too tall and too strong. They tossed you in the backseat of a black Tahoe and your cursed inwardly when you failed to get the plate.

Graves got in on the other side of the backseat. He easily reached over you, grabbing your seatbelt.

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking touch me!” you yelled.

The doors slammed shut and two more of his team got up front.

The van took off and you heard your seatbelt click into place.

You glanced in his direction. Your glare was gone. You were about to resort to pleading when you thought of one more idea. The windows were so dark you couldn’t see anything but you had to try.

You quickly leaned sideways towards Graves. The quick movement threw him off and he didn’t react immediately. It put you in a position to where you could kick the window. One, two, three kicks before Graves grabbed your hair, pulling you upright.

“You need to stop,” he warned darkly. “You almost broke my window.”

The cracked glass might be of some use and so you screamed. Screamed for help. You didn’t mention names but you just screamed for anyone to help.

“If she doesn’t shut up we’re gonna get pulled over,” someone said from the front. “There’s a few non-corrupt cops out here ya know.”

You felt a gloved hand tangle itself further in your hair and the other gloved hand place itself over your mouth.

“Hand me that,” you heard Graves say.

You tried biting but the gloves were too thick.

Graves untangled his hand from your hair and produced a roll of duct tape. “You need to stop biting,” he said darkly. You decided you would keep biting and scratching and kicking.

Using no gentleness at all, he wrapped the thick, suffocating tape over your mouth and around your head, effectively silencing you completely.

“Shut up,” he snapped.

And with that you gave up. You were going to die. You only hoped the US would at least get your body. Things quieted down. Graves worked on a laptop while the other two Shadows up front chatted about nothing in particular. It seemed like hours passed and your head injury wasn’t letting you keep track of the twists and turns.

Exhaustion and your concussion got the best of you and you surrendered to the darkness.

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[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

That Night in the Hot Springs

Chapter 3/3

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Enji Todoroki X Reader, ⚠️smut⚠️, fluff, angst, age difference, divorced Endeavor, ⚠️anime spoilers⚠️

Words: 3k

Summary: A divorced and hard-working Endeavor allows himself to lose his composure at the desire he feels for his young colleague. Yet, the flame hero did not count on the fact that what seemed to be just one wild night stand in a hot spring would lead him to fall madly in love.

A/N: This idea just kept popping up in my mind. In the end, it came out longer than expected, my bad, but if it's about Enji being soft and in love, I couldn't help but write a little more. Also, I was very excited to write about Endeavor after his wonderful character development. Why not give him a second chance?

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Chapter 3– Are you ready?

“So, you're not coming back to the agency? It's been a week already." Hawks had invited you to another beer after you told him everything. 

"I don't know, I think it'd be better to find another place to work."

"Gorgeous, you're not gonna like what I have to say, but I think Endeavor was right not to let you go on that mission with that guy."

"Hawks, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Listen to me." He asked putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I heard some nasty rumors about that guy. Some days ago two intern girls left the agency and Endeavor suspected they were harassed by this guy. I don't think he was just acting out of jealousy, I think he was protecting you, in his own way. I mean, if he can't even stand ME teasing you, now imagine how he'd feel knowing you were away with such a person. He's bitter and bad-tempered, and you're right, every visit to Dabi makes it worse, but the big guy has a good heart and you'd have to be an idiot not to realize that he cares so much for you that he wouldn't hesitate to give his life for you.”

"I shouldn't have talked to you." You said covering your face.

“Don't get me wrong, I'm just saying that yes, he's jealous and possessive, but this time he had a point. Although he was a jerk and he shouldn't have offended you. I imagine that it mustn't be easy for him to keep going with this relationship. I mean, his public image has never been the best, he has improved, yes... but after Dabi, it has taken him a lot of work to recover a good name. I guess people will judge him for having a relationship with someone younger and from the same agency as him."

You kept silent listening to what Hawks was saying, it was something you had thought about many times, but when you tried to talk about it with Enji, he brushed it off saying that you didn't have to worry about it.

“Also, he has to deal with all those stupid men behind you. Guys of your age and with whom everything would be easier, Endeavor projects as someone self-confident, but I don't buy it."

That talk with Hawks got you down and worried more than you needed to.

The next day, Endeavor had finished work and was looking out at the city through the windows of his office. He didn't listen a knock on the door or someone entering until he heard Hawks’ voice.

"Looking out that window isn't gonna make her come back." Said the winged hero crossing his arms.

"Get out of here!" Whirling away, Endeavor glared at his colleague; fortunately, Hawks didn't fear him; in fact, he saw Enji as his friend, so he was not affected by his countenance.

“You're famous for acting right on time, why are you taking so long in a job that concerns you and you care?”

"The other jobs have required me to act, I'm not sure this is the case." He responded by looking back out the window. “Sometimes you do more by taking a step back.”

"Pride won't get you anywhere, big boss."

"How the hell do you know so much?" To tell the truth, it didn't seem so farfetched that Hawks knew by being so close to you. "Also, it's not about the discussion, it goes beyond that."

“If you're so sure of your decision, why are you here looking out the window? End things head-on. Since when are you a person who doubts or hides?"

"I don't want to hurt her." Enji accepted. "Fuck, I tried so hard to make things right this time but..."

"And you did, I have no doubts you got it. But you need to make a decision." 

A couple of hours later than Endeavor used to get home, there was a knock on your door. For some reason, the hero hadn't felt free to use his keys and now you were in front of him. He looked more serious than usual, which didn't surprise you given the days had passed without speaking.

"Hi," You didn’t know how to act, you didn't know how sore he was.

"You haven't answered any of my messages or calls." He said as he closed the door behind him; despite his claim, he didn't see him upset, if not especially serious, something that didn't give you a good vibe. You knew how to deal with angry Enji, not this version he was showing you.

"I needed a little time."

“Well, I think enough time has passed. What are you gonna decide, are you still in my agency, or are you leaving?”

"That was what you wanted to know, that's why you're here." You can't help but let out a sad and ironic laugh. How could you think that he was there to talk about you two? He was right, you were a delusional girl.

"I haven't decided yet." You answer by sitting on a sofa. “But no matter what my decision is, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have made an opinion or judged you. You're right, I'm immature and there are many things I don't know. Dabi's your son, it's logical that you continue to worry about him; after all, you're a good father, whether you believe it or not.”

“Don't apologize for that, I know why you brought it up, I was the one who didn't take it well. It's a sensitive subject. I know you didn't say it to hurt me, you were worried, but you also had the right to be upset, that hadn't been a good day and I took it out on all of you."

There was something in that apology that had you anxious. When Enji made a mistake, his apologies used to be accompanied by a caress, he would at least take your hand and pull you closer to him, but that night he just sat next to you and stared at the table in front.

“Now, although you didn't attack me, I did. I hurt you. I didn't think about it, it just left my lips."

"If it came out like that, it's because you did think like that."

"No," he said firmly. “It's not like you're thinking. I've never thought that you’re immature, your way of seeing things is something that I've always liked and it has made me feel good so many times. I don't know why I said something so different from what I think, I'm not going to excuse myself by saying that I was upset. I'm not used to sharing so much of my life with someone and you mentioning my son put me in a vulnerable spot. I'm sorry, I couldn't handle it."

“It won't happen again, I promise you. If I continue in your agency, I'll be more professional and I'll respect you, you're my boss, I have no right to claim anything from you." Endeavor shook his head negatively, that type of relationship was not something he wanted to have with you. Besides, he wasn't there exclusively to find out about your decision, he had only used that as an excuse.

“If you decide to stay and really want to go on that mission, go. I don't like that guy and I don't like seeing him around you, I won't deny it, but when I forbade you to go, it wasn't out of jealousy.”

Endeavor finally looked up and the first thing he saw was how the ruby he had given you shone on your neck, you never took it off. Later, he noticed your discouraged face, he even saw you thinner. He had arrived at your house convinced of something, or rather, he had forced himself to convince himself that you would be better off without him, but seeing you like this, added to how he truly felt, forced him to doubt everything again. Especially when you reached out and laid your head on his shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, I hate it when we argue, Enji."

"Kid, wait, I'm not done talking." Those words made you feel a cold in your body that didn't go away even by being at Endeavor's side. A few moments passed in which he sighed and for the first time, you saw him defeated. “I have thought a lot about us, and I think it's not fair for you to continue seeing me. What have I offered you so far? A secret affair? A relationship with a guy loaded with issues? You're young, the most beautiful, kind, and talented woman I've ever met. You deserve to have a normal relationship, go on dates, and not have to worry if your boyfriend comes home from jail after visiting his kid. It's not fair that you are wasting these years of your life by my side.”

You didn't lose sight of Endeavor's hands balling into fists and holding the fabric of his pants. You also didn't ignore the dark look on his face as he spoke.

"Enji, do you really want us to break up?" You asked with a lump in your throat.

"It's not about what I want, it's about what's best for you."

“You mean that if I tell you to break up, you're going to take it just like that? If I say yes, won't you care about everything we've been through all this year? Is it so easy for you to just turn the page?”

“Kid, don't make this more difficult! I'm trying to think of you and not me! It's hard enough, don't make it worse. I've been always a damn selfish man and I'm trying to change that because I truly care about you!"

“Do you actually think that the best thing for me is not to see you anymore? Enji, what do you think you mean to me?"

“Have you not seen how all the people who have lived with me have ended up? I don't want that to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to bear it if you ended up hating me."

Before the hero got up, you did, but to sit on his lap and take his face. "Enji, listen to me. I don't want someone my age, I'm not interested in going on dates either, the ones I have with you are wonderful. It worries me when you visit him because it’s so painful to see you suffer and not know how to help you, but if you would let me, I could help you. I'm not looking for what we have to go public either, but when the time comes, and if you feel comfortable too, I'll be happy to brag to everyone that Endeavor’s my boyfriend. Do you frankly want to think about me? So, stay by my side. Now, if what you want is to break up because our relationship puts a lot of pressure on you…”

"No!" He said immediately, he had even put his hands on your hips. "No, no! I don't want that, that's why it took me so long to tell you all this! How can I stop seeing you? At first, I thought that this need to be with you was because you drive me crazy, but it's not just that. I'm happy with you."

"Enji, I love you. No matter how complicated it gets, I promise I'll stay here next to you. If my staying at your agency complicates things for you, I can leave. I'd miss working with you, but I don't want to jeopardize everything you had worked for so hard." 

"Kid, if I did anything right in my life, it was when I gave you my soul by welcoming you into my agency. Don't go." He begged with a sigh, totally in love with you. "And if you don't mind, we could change our plans a bit, let me take you on a date as you deserve."

"You're sure?"

"I never said that I didn't want to do it, when I tried to invite you, you said no."

“I thought you'd feel uncomfortable if people got close.”

"Fuck it, after all, I've never been a charismatic hero." He responded by making you laugh. "I love you too, kid." He finished before kissing you.

A few weeks later, you waited for your boyfriend to finish going through some cases in his office. He called you to ask your opinion about something, but as soon as you walked over to read the papers, Endeavor laughed mischievously and spanked you making you jump.

"Enji!" You said with a red face and still feeling your skin hot from such a spank.

"Let's leave those papers for the assistant, I've already worked a lot for today." Taking you in his arms, he made you giggle as he walked over to the huge sofa he had in his office, he had bought it to have a comfortable place where he could be with you.

Eager to feel your boyfriend closer, you pulled him by the neck of his costume so you could finally kiss him. You loved when you had him on top of you wearing that because you could perfectly feel every muscle in his body. Also, you knew how to make him lose his mind thanks to the fabric that his costume was made of, and you did so when you sat on top of him and began to rub your body against his. Enji spanked you again, but this time with such force that you had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. You bit him so hard that he smirked as he sensed you had broken it and a little blood was coming out.

That night you were so desperate that without expecting anything else, you started to ride him. You didn't even take off his clothes properly neither yours, you just moved what was necessary.

You two were just as passionate, just as wild to make love, which was why Endeavor tipped his head back and ordered you to continue bouncing on top of him. He let you do what you wanted for a while, but his domineering nature led him to put you on your knees and let him take control. That night he particularly became obsessed with your ass and he spanked it so many times you were sure you would have bruises for days. Even so, every time he did it you felt a tingle all over your body announcing that you were close to coming. Endeavor wanted to see your face, so he laid you back down, then positioned himself on top of you, and as soon as he saw your eyes, he smiled. 

“Oh, kid, what have you done to me?” He questioned bringing his forehead closer to yours without stopping moving, not so fast anymore, but deeper than before.

For the first time while making love, you received a hero's kiss on your forehead. However, before you could even process what had happened, Endeavor used the ace up his sleeve, the trick he kept when he wanted to make you reach the highest point of pleasure. He knew you so well that he quickly took covered your mouth with his hand to drown out the cry you gave when you felt how Enji warmed his cock a little more each time until it reached the perfect temperature. You implored him to continue until you felt that incomparable heat in your entire body. There was only one thing that could do it better, and you begged him to do it with your eyes, you asked him to come inside of you and he did it.

Nothing felt better than that heat running down your legs at the same time as you saw Enji's smirk from knowing that he had caused you so much pleasure to the woman he loved. He was also drenched in sweat and never missed the opportunity to look at your legs covered by him.

"You're amazing." You whispered lying on his body and kissing his chin, lips, and cheeks.

“I had something to tell you before you started all your sexual innuendo.”

"Oh, shut up! I didn't do anything, you just called me to help, and like the pervert that you are, you didn't resist." Enji let out a guffaw that rang throughout the office. That rarely happened and you would never tire of hearing him laugh. "Well, what were you going to tell me? "You asked closing your eyes and letting yourself be pampered by the handsome flame hero.

“Would you like to go home for dinner on Friday?” It seemed strange to you that he asked you something so trivial, after all, you always ate at home and you still hadn't agreed on your official date.

"Sure, love, we can prepare something nice." You replied.

“Kid, I mean my house. I talked to the boys and, well…”

"Wait, what?" Very messy and still agitated, you straightened until you were sitting practically on his hip. “Did you tell your kids about me?!”

"Shoto was the first to react and he asked me if it was you I was dating, Fuyumi got quite excited, and Natsuo couldn't believe that you had accepted to give me a chance." He commented with a frown, but you couldn't help but laugh. “I thought it would be more complicated, but they said that after almost 15 years divorced, it was time for me to try again, although they thought it'd never happen. So what do you say, beautiful? Ready to meet them? They don't talk much, but I promise you they are good kids, and they'll treat you well."

Still in shock that Enji was ready to take such a big step, you nodded your head and showed so much excitement, that your boyfriend laughed tenderly.

“Oh! And before I forget it, we have to put one more seat, Hawks threatened to leave the agency if we didn't invite him to dinner. So, I think we'll have a full house."

You immediately hugged your hero again, unable to believe that what started as a passionate night in a hot spring had ended like that. There was still a long way to go, but both were certain that you wanted to be together.

"I love you, kid." He told you again, assuring you that you were not dreaming.

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I'm With You| 12

Summary: After taking the time she needed in order to heal and figure herself out, Y/n is ready to move on from Natasha Romanoff.

A/N: Hello! Sorry I still don't have a proper chapter for Wonderstruck yet :( But here's one for this story! Hope y'all are doing well! Enjoy!

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Several Months Later

Y/n tosses and turns in her bed, sweating profusely. Moans of discomfort can be heard in the room across from hers. Disrupting the Sokovian witch’s night practices. Wanda knew that if she wanted to access every ability possible, she had to keep discovering them. And with the amount of missions that she gets sent on lately, there wasn’t a lot of time to discover new abilities. She only got to practice and perfect what they knew how to help train her. 

Another loud groan breaks her focus and she recognizes the sound. She quickly leaves her room to check on her friend. She knocks on the door a few times, calling out Y/n’s name. When there isn’t a response other than more pain noises, she uses her powers to unlock the door.

“Y/n!” she gasps. The girl's veins are glowing and her eyes are open but are replaced by a bright yellow light. She tries to access her mind from this distance but all she can get is a few flashes of images. She turns on the lights in the room and hurries to her friend's side. She looks at the girl's body from head to toe. The clothing she is wearing is burning off without flames. Revealing wounded flesh with veins glowing yellow. Wanda blinks a few times in hopes it was some bizarre hallucination. When it doesn't stop, she starts panicking, having no idea how to fix this. 

“Okay, okay, you're going to have to trust me here,” she puts both hands over the burning stone and emits her red energy. “STOP!” She shouts. 

The yellow glow travels up Y/n's veins and collects at the stone. Her eyes shut and they're normal when they open. Her temperature drops, her body absorbs the sweat, and her clothes return to normal. “Hey Wanda,” she says as if nothing has happened. She can tell that her friend is worried and she frowns, “What's wrong?”

“You,” she struggles to answer. “I-I,” she points to the door. “I was practicing in my room and heard something coming from here and the stone was doing something bad to you.”

“Oh!” Y/n sits up as she figures out how to explain that it wasn't anything bad. “It was showing me things, Wanda. I was safe,” she says. 

“It didn't sound safe, definitely didn't look like it.” Wanda says skeptically. 

“It doesn't feel pleasant, but it wasn't anything bad. I promise,” she vaguely explains as she moves off of the bed. 

“What is it then?” She looks at her with apprehension. Wanda is concerned that her friend isn't being safe. 

“In order to communicate with the stone, I have to let it connect with all of me. All it was doing was showing me things,” Y/n states calmly as she takes her friends hands. “It’s like you and your late night studies,” she compares. “I’m only trying to discover more about myself.”

“But you weren't just seeing yourself, there was more,” she recalls the flashes of people dying from what she was able to get from your mind. “What are you hiding?”

Y/n is hiding a lot, but she doesn’t know it. After discovering just how much knowledge she can find out through the stone, she couldn’t help but learn as much as she could. It was a bit overwhelming, but she liked discovering the endless possibilities. Know about the kinds of threats they may face. Find out what could happen at the team's next missions. Things like that. And though she was curious about her personal life, she enjoyed living each day as if she didn’t possess the ability to know beforehand. She also enjoyed learning about the secrets of the universe and the keys to life. However, she never got to keep a full conscious memory of these moments with the stone. She remembers a few bits of information here and there, but never enough to give her anxiety in her day to day. 

So, when Y/n tells Wanda, “I’m not hiding anything,” she technically isn’t lying. Wanda believes her and drops the subject. “Have you been working on that healing trick I showed you?” 

Wanda nods, “Yeah but,” she lets out a small laugh, “it’s tough to practice when I don’t have someone else to heal. And I don’t think harming myself is the answer.”

“No, that’s definitely not the answer,” Y/n giggles. “Well, we can start small. Look for injured animals and work from there.” 

“We?” Wanda asks. 

Y/n nods, “Of course, you shouldn't have to do this alone.” She reaches her hand out to Wanda who accepts it gratefully. The two gaze into each other's eyes with longing but neither does anything to get closer than they already are. 

“I wish you were ready for me,” Wanda whispers. 

Y/n gulps, her eyes drop to Wanda's lips and jump back to her green eyes. “I-”  Her words are cut off as the emergency mission alarm and lights go off. “I swear, that's the worst thing my dad has ever invented.” She mutters as she drops her head. 

Wanda laughs as she rubs Y/n’s arm. “I think it just saved you.”

Y/n shakes her head and lifts it to look Wanda in the eye again. “I don't need saving this time.” This catches the telepath's attention and instead of having the two of them rush off. She remains standing in front of her. Waiting for her to make a move. Y/n steps closer as a wave of nervousness washes over her. Just as she is about to kiss her, someone is banging on her door. 

“Come on! It's an Avenger level threat!” Pietro says as he continues to slap his hand against the door. “Quit making out in there!” Wanda groans as everything continues to disrupt the moment and the two girls have to leave the room. 

Wanda opens the door with an evil glare for her brother. “We weren't making out,” she says through gritted teeth. Pietro holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry, I thought Y/n was in there with Natasha again. I should've known it was you in there when I couldn't find you in your room. Well, we've got to go.” Pietro speeds off to the meeting room where everyone else should be. Wanda is thrown off by the information her brother had dropped so casually and she turns to Y/n. 

“Why did Pietro think you would be making out with Nat?” Wanda says. 

Y/n panics at the question and tries to divert the topic of conversation. “Come on, we're already running behind. We don't want to get in trouble,” she pulls Wanda out of her room and the telepath follows with a frown. She knows that something is wrong. She calls Y/n's name to try and get her back to the question but the girl expertly avoids the topic and when they get to the rest of the team there isn't time for questions like that. It was time to get serious about the mission.

As per usual, there isn't much time for a briefing, so they all pile into two separate quinjets. They used to only use one until it got destroyed in the middle of a mission and they had to wait around for hours for another to arrive. Except for Thor, he wished the team luck and called for Heimdall to transport him out of there. Those that have the ability to fly don’t typically fly long distances and they were exhausted from the fight. 

Y/n buckles in and Wanda sits next to her so she doesn't miss when Natasha smirks at Y/n as she passes the girl on the way to pilot the jet. A look that she hasn't really seen from the former assassin. There was something going on and Wanda didn't like it. So, she breaks the rules and taps into Natasha's mind to get her answers. 

“I can't do this again with you, Nat.” Y/n says as she enters her bedroom. 

“Come on, Y/n. It's just one night. I know you miss me. I've seen you staring in training.” Natasha says as she dances her fingers on Y/n’s forearm. Referring to the other day when she was teaching Wanda some hand to hand combat moves. Natasha came up to her when the young Stark returned from a night out. She was tired of spending all of her time in the Avengers tower so she went out with Wanda and Pietro to show them around the city. It was a magical time. “I miss you, Y/n,” Natasha admits softly. “You’re the only person who knows how to make my toes curl.” 

Y/n scoffs as she moves around the room, “Ah so you were having bad sex when you were cheating on me.” She removes her watch and sets it in her case of watches. Wanda remembers playing with it during dinner. Natasha closes her eyes as she tries not to let the words hurt. They come from a place of pain that she caused and she knows that it's going to take a long time to heal. “Look, Nat. I don't know why you're here. Don't you have your agreement with Hill or even some other agent? If you're that desperate for a lay, I'm sure you can find anyone to screw you if you walk into a place and ask.” 

Natasha is surprised by the way Y/n is speaking to her. “Wow, I never thought you'd be a slut shamer.” 

Y/n sighs, “I’m not shaming and I’m not calling you a slut. I'm making a suggestion. I don't want you, but plenty of people out there do. Go proposition one of them.” 

Natasha steps in front of Y/n when she tries to leave the room. “I don't want any of them. I never have. I didn't even want Hill. I want you, I only ever want to be with you. Y/n, you're the only person I've ever given my heart. That means something to me. Please, give me another chance to show you how much I care about you.” She places her hand on Y/n’s chest and stares deeply into her eyes and Y/n can see that she is being genuine. 

However, genuine or not it doesn't change the fact that Y/n is falling for someone else. That she is starting to forget the girl that allowed Natasha to string her along for so long. “Nat, I-” her words are cut off by Natasha's lips. The feeling is unfortunately something that Y/n's body misses. She was touch starved, other than a few stolen touches between her and Wanda, Y/n hasn't been in any romantic physical contact in months. She pulls away from Natasha for a second and looks at the woman's face and is filled with a strong anger and surprisingly, a strong desire for her. 

Y/n pulls Natasha into another kiss and the Black Widow is excited to be getting her way. She knew that she would be able to convince her somehow. The two continue to kiss aggressively and Y/n walks Natasha into a wall. She rips Natasha's shirt down the middle to expose her bra covered chest and she feels a familiar tingle at the sight. 

That's when Pietro struts in and interrupts the interaction. Snapping Y/n out of her lustful haze. “Shit,” she curses under her breath as she steps away from Natasha, feeling as though a bucket of ice water was just dumped on her. “I, shit, I have to get out of here.” 

Wanda leaves Natasha’s mind and looks at Y/n with concern and a bit of betrayal. She didn’t understand why Y/n would cave into Natasha’s advances like that. Especially after spending a day with her and Pietro. Was Y/n playing Wanda the way she was played by Natasha? Did she mean it when she said that she had feelings for Wanda? She feels so much better about the kiss being interrupted. Wanda is certain that she would be much more upset if she had to find this out after thinking that Y/n only wanted her. 

Y/n is panicking about how to explain what happened to Wanda. She knew that she was always going to have to explain herself but she thought she had more time. Y/n looks over at Natasha and she can't believe she let herself get caught up in the Black Widow's webs of deception. It was a mistake. She doesn't want Natasha. She wants Wanda. She looks away from Natasha and looks to Wanda, she notices the ring of red that glows in her irises when she's using her powers. Y/n knows what Wanda is doing and part of her is upset that she isn't being allowed the moment to explain. But she had the chance and she deflected. 

When it looks like Wanda is done finding what she is looking for, Y/n gives the girl a moment to process. She hopes she can see that Y/n fought the advances. Hopes that she stopped at the first kiss but prepares herself for if she didn't. In the intercom there is an update on the estimated time of arrival. Y/n doesn't want either her or Wanda to be distracted on the mission so she takes the chance now. “Wanda, I know what you saw in there but please give me a chance to explain after the mission.” Y/n pleads in a low voice. 

“I don't know why I should,” she responds in a cold tone. 

“I can't give you a reason, Wanda. All I can do is ask,” Y/n says softly. “Please give me a yes or no before we have to hop out of here? I don't want any lives lost or at risk because I'm distracted.” 

Wanda scowls and scoffs, having taken offense, “Don’t use the mission to manipulate an answer out of me!” 

“That’s not what I meant. I'm sorry,” Y/n sighs, feeling defeated. “I just, will you please hear me out?” 

Wanda looks into Y/n's eyes and feels a little guilty for her outburst. But she is still hurt. How can she trust someone that was raised by a womanizer? For all she knows, it's just in her nature to treat people this way. Unless it was truly a mistake. People make mistakes. Maybe she can forgive the young Stark for this one mistake. “We can talk after,” she finally says as she unbuckles her seat to get ready to hop out of the jet. 

“Thank you,” Y/n says as she prepares herself as well. 

The mission takes longer than anyone anticipated. There were more people with more illegal alien type weapons than anyone could have predicted. The advanced weapons even affect the strongest of Avengers. When Y/n is hit in the arm with one of the laser beams, it hurts her and it leaves an open wound. Something she hasn't experienced since before the stone. She uses it to get rid of as many of the perpetrators as possible but while she is focused on the ones in front of her. Another sneaks up on her side and fires at her before she kills him. Y/n falls to the ground and Wanda rushes to her side. 

“If you think you can get out of explaining yourself, you are mistaken,” Wanda says as she gets the two of them into a hiding spot that is safe from the battle. It wasn't supposed to go this far. It was meant to be a simple infiltration into an illegal arms base. But it turned out to be an ambush. Wanda tries her healing technique on Y/n’s arm first before she attempts to get to the bigger one on her side. “I know you said that you would help with my training but this isn't what I had in mind.” 

Y/n gives a weak smile, “Trust me,” she coughs, “I didn't want to be your guinea pig either.” She flinches as Wanda's magic stings. Y/n can feel every cell in her arm being manipulated into healing faster than what's natural. She doesn't understand. When it was the stone healing her, it was painless. She never felt the injuries, never felt the repair. Now however, whatever is in those weapons is working against her abilities. The pain slowly subsides and the magic begins to work on closing the wound. Y/n sighs from the relief. “Thanks, Maximoff.” 

“It's nothing, Stark. How does that feel now?” Wanda asks as she rubs her thumb on the small scar that's been left behind. Maybe once they're done with the mission it will go away. At least she hopes it does. Y/n was the most indestructible out of all of them and it worries her that she is affected by these weapons. 

“Better,” Y/n whispers, breaking the girl in front of her out of her thoughts. Y/n licks her lips as she stares at the girl that has healed her far too many times to keep track of. She knows that she has a lot of explaining to do but right now, she needs to show Wanda how she feels before it's too late. As the telepath begins to focus on healing the big wound on Y/n's side, the young Stark surprises her by finally pulling Wanda into a kiss. 

It's sweet and short as there isn't much time when they're trying to save the world from the monsters outside of the wall, but it's just as passionate. “What was that for?” Wanda asks as they break apart. 

“Just in case one of us doesn't make it out,” Y/n whispers. Not wanting this to be the moment she tells her how deep her feelings run for the Sokovian woman. 

Wanda shakes her head with a scowl and a deep frown as she starts working on the wound again, “Don’t think like that.” 

“Okay, I'm sorry,” Y/n says sincerely. She groans as this one is much worse to fix than the one on her arm. When she is patched up, she gets back to action. 

It takes until Tony comes up with a great strategy that the team is able to come out on top and Y/n finds out why her abilities were stunted. There was a device that emitted a certain type of sound waves that distorted the stone and cost her the ability to heal. She wanted to destroy it but thought maybe if she were to study it, she could create a device to help her detect other devices like it, if there are such a thing. 

On the flight home, Wanda and Y/n are separated in order to heal those that wanted a rapid fix. Some people still preferred to be looked after by Dr. Helen Cho because they wanted to help further her research for the benefit of the rest of humanity. Y/n is glad that they trust Wanda enough in her abilities to take care of them even though she is still learning how to use them. Wanda is grateful for the extra practice. 

Arriving back to the tower, Y/n wants nothing more than to shower. Feel the warm water rain down on her skin. She drops the device she got on the mission off at the lab and makes a b-line to her room. She hops in the shower and feels refreshed as she thinks about the kiss she shared with Wanda. It fills her entire body with a joy and giddiness that she hasn't experienced in some time. 

When Y/n walks out of the shower, Wanda is sitting on her bed waiting patiently. “I would have joined you in there but I didn't want you to think you were off the hook,” Wanda says with a straight face. 

The corner of Y/n's mouth lifts a little bit. She knows that her love interest was being serious so it doesn't sit there for long. “The kiss didn't mean anything to me.” She starts as the towel she was wearing disappears into a shirt and sweatpants. 

“Which kiss are you talking about, Y/n? Mine or her's?” Wanda tilts her head to the side with her arms crossed. 

Y/n wants to roll her eyes at the attitude she is receiving while she is trying to be vulnerable but she knows this is only coming from a place of hurt. “Hers, I didn't want her-”

“It certainly looked like you did,” she interrupts and Y/n sighs. 

“Wanda, this is only going to work if you hear me out. If you don't want to listen, then I don't know what we're doing here,” Y/n says with a frown as she sits next to Wanda on the bed. “I thought you wanted to talk about this.” As Y/n looks at the face that usually sparks joy in her heart, she realizes that there is something off about her. Y/n’s vision changes and she can see the face technology on Natasha and she cannot believe that the spy would stoop so low. 

“I honestly can't look at you anymore without thinking about what you did,” Natasha turns her face away from Y/n and the younger woman plays along with her. Y/n puts a hand on her shoulder and Natasha pretends to recoil from it. “Don’t touch me!” She stands dramatically. “I honestly can't even be in the same room as you!” Natasha storms out and Y/n falls on her bed with her hands on her face feeling emotionally exhausted. She doesn't understand why, after she is finally no longer chasing Natasha, the former assassin won't leave her alone now.

There is a soft knock on the door and Y/n's heart flutters as her body recognizes the energy entering the room. “Hey, are you ready to talk?” Wanda's soft voice relaxes Y/n’s muscles as the girl joins the other on the bed. “What’s wrong?” Y/n leans into her delicate touch as Wanda combs through her hair with her fingers. 

Y/n removes her hands from her face and scans Wanda’s just to confirm in her mind what her body already knows. This is Wanda. “Nothing, now that you're here,” she whispers softly. 

Wanda smiles a little but she can't neglect the reason she is here. “I need to hear your side before I can let you say those kinds of things,” she says as she continues to stroke Y/n's hair, soothing away all of the negativity she felt moments ago. Y/n nods. 

“Natasha caught me off guard at a bad time. I don't know how much you saw but I had a lot of sexual tension built up from our outing,” Y/n gestures between them, “and when she kissed me, the lust took over. I shouldn't have let it and I'm sorry that I didn't stop it sooner. I don't want Natasha. I want to be with you. There is no excuse for what I did. I just hope that you can forgive me.” 

Wanda takes a shaky breath, it's hard to digest the information that was just given to her. She knows that she loves Y/n but she feels as though she has lost a bit of trust for her. She saw how quickly that annoyance in the girl's eyes turned to desire. Maybe it was the body reacting according to the nature of the relationship. But how is she supposed to know that given a similar circumstance in the future, Y/n won't have the same reaction? What if there is no one to stop it before it goes too far next time? The answer is that she is supposed to trust Y/n. But can she? Wanda doesn't know yet. 

“Why did I see her coming out of your room just now?” Wanda asks next. 

“She was pretending to be you, having a bad version of this conversation.” Y/n admits and Wanda can tell that you're being truthful. 

Wanda gets momentarily playful. “Oh? And how was she? Convincing?” 

Y/n laughs, “For a woman with so many skills, being you definitely isn't one of them. I could tell it was a facade.” 

This makes Wanda feel a little better. Maybe that kiss was a one time mistake. Is she willing to put her heart at risk? Wanda begins to stroke Y/n's face as she admires the girl's features. If she's honest with herself, she knows that her heart has been at risk long before now. If she didn't want to get hurt, she shouldn't have grown closer to the woman laying beneath her. “I forgive you,” she softly replies. 

By the door, Natasha was listening. She thought she had pulled off her act flawlessly and she was returning as herself to collect her reward. She didn't bank on Wanda showing up. Her jaw tightens as she sees Y/n getting the love and attention she deserves, and it's not coming from Natasha. That should be her in the room right now. Part of her knows she should let the girl go, but something else tells her that the two of them are meant to be. She leaves them be for the time being as she thinks about how she can win Y/n over again.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Y/n are making each other laugh as they touch each other lovingly. Y/n is still laying awkwardly on the bed with her feet planted on the floor as she is bent on the edge. And Wanda is sitting next to her with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor. Y/n dances her fingers on Wanda's thigh as Wanda's travel down the girl's face to her neck. 

“Am I going to have to wait until our first date to kiss you again?” Y/n asks licking her lips as her eyes flit between Wanda's enchanting green eyes and her perfect lips.

“Well, that depends. When is this first date happening?” She leans in teasingly as she moves her hand across Y/n's shoulder and down her bicep. She lifts the sleeve a little to take a second to check if the scar is there. She is relieved to see that it's gone. 

“I was thinking this weekend, if the criminal masterminds are nice enough to give us the day off,” she says as she puts the soft fabric of the hem of Wanda's shirt between her fingers. “How does Friday sound?”

“Mmm,” Wanda pretends to consider the questions. “Do you think you can go that long without kissing someone?” The playful look in her eyes makes Y/n giggle. 

“Wow! Now I feel like I shouldn't kiss you just to prove a point,” Y/n says as she tries to pout but her smile doesn't let her. 

“You can do that,” Wanda says in a simple tone. “Or you can just kiss me already.”

With the okay, Y/n stops playing with the shirt and puts her hand on Wanda's hip. “That’s all I needed,” she leans up and Wanda leans down so the two of them can share a sweet kiss once again. As their lips meet, their minds go blank, only focusing on the way the other is making them feel. Wanda feels comfortable and giddy at the same time. Like this has been something that the girls have always done while still feeling the excitement of finally being able to kiss her. While Y/n is feeling safe for the first time and not worrying about what this kiss means, she knows exactly what this kiss means and that is so freeing. 

Wanda and Y/n break away from the kiss and smile at each other. “Yeah, I don't think I can go three days without that,” Y/n says as she starts to lean in for more. “But I only want kisses from you.”

“Good,” Wanda kisses her once, “because I won’t put up with you kissing anyone else anymore.” She kisses her again and Y/n cannot believe her luck. She was so close to losing this chance and she wasn't going to mess this up.

Chapter 13

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#imwithyou #messedupfan fics #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff au #wanda x you #wanda marvel #wanda x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff

[nyaaamato]

i feel so so crazy every time i think about the expressions obito pulls during the kamui fight... everyone always focuses on his "crazy smile" and it's become so prevalent in fanart and fanfiction that you'd almost think his character was defined by that emotion...

instead i want to talk about the way the animators used the (very sparse) light in his eyes during that fight to convey something different about him that i think is so much more important to understanding his motives and feelings during this part of the series: determination (to, in his mind, "save the world") and grief (knowing, at least somewhere deep, deep down that things will be the same. after all- he wants to create a perfect dream world, not a perfect world because when reality refuses to change... then you settle for second best).

during the start of the fight between obito and kakashi in kamui, both of their eyes are lightless and faraway, they've closed themselves off emotionally to stay resolute in their convictions. this is the first time they've fought face to face in twenty years, and we can tell this takes a toll on both of them because the shots switch back and forth between them fighting as kids to them as adults and back again, with their expressions and reactions mimicking those of when they were younger. it stands out less on kakashi, because while he did change as he grew up he still has a fairly reserved attitude and sticks to the shinobi rules of not showing vulnerability in front of his students and teammates.

it's more obvious with obito, because the distinction between him as a kid and an adult are just so different. whether it's quiet sadness (when he talks with minato about kakashi and sakumo before the kannabi bridge mission) or frustation (not graduating fast enough) or worry (they've lose a teammate in enemy territory), his emotions are drawn exaggerated from the get-go. obito is emotional outwardly and that's a staple of his childhood self as well as another reason he's a "black sheep" shinobi.

then, we have several chapters and episodes after his face reveal where his expressions hardly expand past a frown and a deeper frown. it's easier for him to close himself off, dissociate into someone who can take on an entire army, because that army represents the bulk of what he sees wrong with the shinobi world. alone with kakashi, though... feelings slip in. he doesn't have a character to play, a mask to wear.

kid obito's determination not to lose slips through, and you can see the bitter sadness, the desperation behind his feelings. this expression drags out significantly longer than kakashi, and in many ways gives the impression that his will is stronger than kakashi's. kakashi can't bring himself to kill obito, no matter how close he gets. his resolution is weaker than obito's conviction to free himself, destroy his last shred of humanity (his heart) by throwing himself on kakashi's blade.

kakashi's "determined gleam":

versus obito's:

i don't have much else to say really HAHA... i've just been thinking about this like ten second long snippet of their fight since i rewatched it a few months ago because it's something i totally missed when i watched it air years ago. this isn't a kakashi snub either! he just doesn't get his character quite so brutalised by fandom the way obito does, and i'd looove to see more content that doesn't diminish him to "angry guy that swears a lot" LMAO

#he's rude! for sure! but he's not a hazbin hotel character guys... please... i can't take it anymore i'm not strong enough #put the energy that's expended into him saying 'fuck' 300 times in a fic into him being a su!cidal political reactionary. #<- not a revolutionary mind you. or an 'activist' or anything like that #he has emotional conviction and feels things very strongly but unlike sasuke and madara he's emotions based- not logic based #ANYWAYYY i'm nuts about this guy #whatever #obito uchiha #nyammy txt

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 19

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"Look who has remembered where her best friend lives!"

"Ha, ha, ha. You are so funny, Eleanor" Roberta says. "But you could also come visit me, you know?"

"I know" I sigh. "But it looks like when I'm not busy you are, and when you aren't busy I am."

"And we had told ourselves that we would never become that type of friends that forget about the other when they get boyfriends."

"I don't have a boyfriend" I chuckle.

"Then what is Declan? Your secret lover?"

"Honestly... It does look like it, yes."

"But you want him to be more than that, right? For him to be your boyfriend."

"I do. But it is... complicated."

"No, it isn't. You just ask him" she shrugs.

"Roberta, Dec and I aren't like you and Mason. I am not like you. Like any of you" I whisper.

"Eleanor..."

"Look who has decided to grace us with her presence!" Sophie says, walking into the room. "Wait, did I interrupt something?"

"Nothing, don't worry" I quickly say.

"Mason finally set you free?" 

"You also are so funny, Sophie" Roberta says, rolling her eyes. "Must run in the family."

"We got it from our dad. Anyway, why are you here?"

"Can't I just come visit my best friend and her sister?"

"You can. But are you here just for that?" 

"I actually am not, no" Roberta says with a big smile.

"Oh... She's planning something" Sophie laughs.

"I am, yes. Are you girls free next week?"

"I... think so" I say. "Why?"

"Because we are going... to Paris!"

"What?"

"It’s been ages since our last girls trip, I miss it! Besides, I heard they've opened a new vintage store that is like super exclusive, and we must visit it."

"And the fact that next Saturday England is playing against France in Paris is just a coincidence, right?”

"Maybe" Roberta smirks. "C'mon, Eleanor. It'll be fun! We'll properly catch up, enjoy our time together, and then end our trip watching our men be sexy on the pitch. Maybe find Sophie a nice French lover too."

"I like how the last part of your plan sounds" Sophie smiles.

"What about that girl you were texting? Maggie was she called?" I ask.

"Wait, the last thing I heard was about a guy called... Finn?" 

"They both are in the past" Sophie says. "But having a French lover until Leah finally answers my dms sounds fun."

"Leah? Who is that?" Roberta asks.

"Leah Williamson, the football player. Sophie is in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her, but I do like her. A lot. Though she seems to be more interested in you."

"What?" I laugh.

"Oh, c'mon Ellie. Haven't you noticed the way she looks at you every time you've met?"

"No" I shrug.

"I sometimes hate you."

"The feeling is mutual" I smile.

"Imagine both of you dating football players. Your mum would go crazy" Roberta laughs. "But let's go back to what is important right now. Who is coming to Paris?" 

"I'm in" Sophie says, lifting her arm. "And maybe that new vintage shop has your birthday dress, Ellie."

"Your birthday dress?"

"The birthday dress. The one Declan likes thinking about when he..."

"Sophie!"

"What? He basically confessed it" she shrugs.

"He did" Roberta adds. "But let's make that our Paris mission: find the dress so Declan can take it off you."

"And find me a French lover."

"And find Sophie a French lover. Do we have a deal?" Roberta asks.

"Deal" Sophie answers.

"Eleanor?"

"Deal" I sigh.

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"If they don't have it here, I'm giving up."

"No one is giving up" Roberta says. We've been in Paris for a few days already, and we've visited most vintage shops in the city looking for my birthday dress. They've called some of their contacts, taught us how to search for it online and even asked the brand who made it. But nothing. It's like the dress never existed.

"If mum hadn't done that cleaning a couple of years ago..."

"It still would not fit me" I shrug.

"But maybe you could have had it fixed or something."

"Good news" the shop assistant interrupts us. "We know about someone who has that dress."

"Really?" Roberta, Sophie and I say at the same time.

"Yes. It's part of a private collection, but when we told the owner that it was for the Princess of Wales, they couldn't say no."

"That's amazing!" Roberta says, clapping her hands in excitement.

"When could we get it? We are leaving in a couple of days, and it may need alterations" I say.

"We'll send someone in a bit to pick it up and take it to the dry cleaners. You can come tomorrow for a fitting."

"Thank you so much."

"Just doing my job" the shop assistant says with a big smile.

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"I still can't believe we found the dress. And you look so good on it!" Roberta says while we get ready for the game. "Declan won't know what it him when he sees you. If 18-year-old Eleanor drove him crazy, the present one will... I don't know what you will do to him."

"But we can imagine what he will do to her."

"Sophie!" I say, trying to hit her but missing.

"Look at how red her cheeks have turned" Roberta laughs.

"I hate you. Both of you" I say while I try to focus on finishing my make up.

"Declan and Eleanor sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage!" Sophie sings.

"Roberta, can I borrow your mascara? I don't know where I put mine" I ask, ignoring my sister.

"You lost it because you were thinking about Declan's thingy" she laughs.

"You can call it by its name, Sophie. She was thinking about Declan's di..."

"Roberta, your mascara" I insist, rolling my eyes.

"It's on my make up bag over there" she says, both her and Sophie giggling like idiots.

"Holy shit!" I scream, her bag falling from my hands.

"Please tell me there wasn't a spider among my things."

"Worse. Why do you have a photo of a dick on your make up bag?"

"What?" Sophie says, her eyes wide.

"Oh" Roberta chuckles. "I was wondering where that one had gone."

"That one? There are more?"

"Yup. Mason and I have been taking them since we first went to Italy. It's a way to stay connected when we are away from each other. We see the photos, and..."

"Wait, wait, wait. That is Mason's..." Sophie says, her eyes getting wider.

"Oh dear Lord."

"It's quite nice, isn't it?" Roberta says, looking at the photo.

"I mean..." Sophie says next to her. 

"Oh… Dear Lord" I repeat.

"C'mon Eleanor" Roberta laughs. "Are you telling me that you've never taken spicy photos?"

"Of course not! Have you forgotten who I am? Imagine the scandal if somehow someone found them."

"It would get nasty, yeah" she sighs. "Things already were like that with that paparazzi photo where it looked like Damiano was eating you out, so if they were to find one where that is actually happening..."

"Exactly. So you must be careful. If someone finds them and they recognize Mason..."

"I know, I know. We are being careful."

"Clearly" Sophie chuckles. 

"We are. This won't happen again."

"It better not. Because people will probably drag you and make you look horrible while defending him because he is a man. It's always the same" I warn her.

"I promise we will be careful, Eleanor. I will be careful."

"Great. Now, should we get a drink before we leave? I seriously need to forget about what I just saw. Especially when I'm about to spend two hours watching him run after a ball."

"Rude" Roberta laughs.

"It wasn't that bad" Sophie shrugs. "Can I see it again?"

"Sophie!" Roberta and I say at the same time.

"What? We haven't found me a French lover, but this can help... Somehow."

"Hell no. Mason is my boyfriend. That is my dick and no one else's. I'm not sharing."

"All yours then" Sophie says, sticking out her tongue. 

"Don't laugh, Eleanor" Roberta says. "She may try to go after your man next."

"Let her try" I smirk, making Sophie roll her eyes.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[theninjamouse]

Hey! Not sure if you can answer this without spoilers, no worries if you can't. I started reading OoF recently, and I'm loving it so far! But you've mentioned gaster a lot, and I know you like the Grillby/Shore/Gaster trio. I personally am not as huge a fan of Gaster, so I was just wondering, is that trio where OoF is ultimately headed? If possible a heads up would be nice, cause like I said Gaster is not rly my fav character. (That being said its YOUR story of course!! If that is the case I wouldn't want you to change it or anything, I just want to know if I should be mentally preparing for it lol)

So I can't really answer without spoilers but I do want to answer your question so I've put it beneath the cut! This will have sequence of events kind of spoilers

So, in short, trio is where the fic is heading KIND OF. Story wise, Gaster isn't going to have massive massive role. OoF is in it's final arc now and I don't want to drag on a big rescue mission as an after thought to the story. Being frank, the original plan was to NOT have an ending where he is rescued. A line I was going to give him runs along like this:

"For every timeline in which I escape this place, there are just as many in which I do not. This, I am afraid, is one of the latter."

I wound up changing my mind on this, so yes he is going to be rescued so he'll be there in the end but it's more going to focus on the readjustment to the real world while Shore and Grillby deal with their own Trauma from ~End Game Things~. Might have done things differently if the trio had been endgame from the start but oh well, it is what it is.

It has been 10 years since the fall, so while yes Grillby still loves Gaster, it won't ever be quite the same. And he's not going to just leap back into what they had before because that's not fair to anyone, but especially Shore.

Gaster has changed as well, so it won't be the same for him either. It hasn't been talked about too much in the actual story but my version of Gaster is more on the demi-ace/aro side of things so he's not super big on romantic stuff anyway.

In terms of the overall vibe of the trio, I see it being more like this:

Like, they're all together but Grillby is the center piece and Shore and Gaster are the chaos gremlins that would turn the poor elemental's hair gray if he had any. Shore and Gaster have more of the queer platonic sort of vibe that may or may not end up more romantic down the road but that won't be really explored in OoF.

If I wind up doing a sequel to OoF, which is in my plans, that story would be the one to dive deeper into Shore and Gaster's relationship and where they end up in terms of what their standing is with each other. So honestly if Gaster isn't your thing, you could technically reach a point in the story where the main story will be done and just kind of skim or outright skip the last few chapters that will actually deal with the Gaster rescue and the consequences thereafter. If you do read it, romance is not going to be the big focus between the three of them

#OoF extra #OoF spoilers #believe me the trio was not even a thought in my head at the start #then people starting joking and I started joking #then it wasn't a joke #but i get where you're coming from

[lenna-z]

Hello everyone! Sorry in advance for the erratic updates, I'm typing at turtle speed right now...

I hope you enjoy this fic so far and continue to like it in the future!

Wish you a good day/night!

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What Happened There?

Chap. 4 : Sister

"Don't tell me to calm down! This man has already crossed the line!"

Scott looked up as Gordon's shout made the entire hallway groan. His fish brother wouldn't yell like that for nothing, so he hoped.

Looking in the direction of the elevator, he saw Gordon next to his bodyguard, and Colonel Casey and several people he didn't recognize in front of them.

His head ached to the point of not caring how many there were.

"You can't just come here! I can get someone to get you out!"

The man next to Colonel Casey replied sarcastically. "Try it and we'll see, Tracy."

He got up reflexively, but when he looked the other way, he saw that everyone had already stood up.

"You can't talk to my brother like that," Still, he had to address him properly. At least he would know who he was. "Mr...?"

"Colonel Oliver Martinez." Was this man bragging about his rank as if he had done something good?

"Please note that you are allowed to be here as a courtesy, Colonel." said Colonel Casey coldly.

Casey and that man  were clearly on the edge.

"Scott! They said International Rescue was-"

"Gordon, this is something we really need to talk to Scott about."

Gordon didn't seem to agree.

"No! First you hint to the media that you are blaming our sister, and now you come here and for what? To blame International Rescue? Something that concerns International Rescue concerns us all."

"Huh? You call her 'sister', but you're not even related by blood."

That was just too much, this guy had really crossed the line.

He wasn't going to explain it to him, no, one sharp sentence would have sufficed.

"Family isn't about blood ties, Colonel."

Yet another answer followed.

"There is no need to be related by blood to be a family."

But the man's facial expression was still sarcastic, as was his voice. "What? Who told you that, the person whose her uncle was the Hood?"

"Know your place, Colonel! The things Kayo did to keep the Hood from seeing the light of day are indisputable."

At least Colonel Casey was aware of everything.

"I think you have relevant personal ties in this case, Colonel. I don't even have to warn you." Oh, is he going to play like this now?

"Yes, you can, Colonel, right after I report you for abuse of rank. I will ask you to get out of here, Colonel." Every word was spoken calmly. But the coldness in her voice was undeniable.

When the annoying man finally left, Colonel Casey's shoulders slumped noticeably.

"Scott, we really need to talk."

Although he really wondered what was going on, his brother was right. "Gordon is right, Colonel, it concerns them, I can't speak to you separately."

"Well..." She was clearly displeased, which made Scott even more worried.

Oh, and there was also the fact that Gordon was clearly very angry. His brother had his arms folded across his chest, waiting as if he knew what was coming.

"I'm really sorry to break this news, but you should know that International Rescue has been suspended indefinitely. This information has not been shared with the media yet and no one will share it except-"

"What is it based on?" Virgil was calmer than expected.

"Kayo is under investigation. Based on this, every mission including International Rescue will be reviewed."

This time, a murmur of swearing came from his brother behind Colonel Casey. "Oh, so what's on the news is true, you think she's guilty."

"I didn't want it to be like this, Gordon. I really tried, but in the end there was nothing I could do."

Everyone should have realized that Casey was doing her best before this turned into an argument.

"I trust Colonel Casey on this, do you really think someone did this on purpose and it could be her?" There was no answer to that, but there was still a question to be answered. "Colonel, what exactly is Kayo accused of?"

It was like a question she clearly didn't want to answer. Her shoulders drooped even more.

"Adam Smith, Loretta Rodriguez, Benjamin Stewart. Do these names sound familiar?"

All of them were owners of companies with their own surnames. "Company owners. I know them by name."

"Owners of companies closest to Tracy Industries." She took a deep breath. "Scott... you know there are people dying out there. Those company owners were killed there."

This means...

No!

"This is bullshit! Why would Kayo do that?"

"No, she didn't do that."

John and Virgil had figured it out long before he did.

"My daughter wouldn't do such a thing, Colonel."

"Do you realize what you are accusing her of? This is an insult to her and International Rescue." Did she really believe she could kill those people?

Because if the answer was yes, Scott would do anything to never see Colonel Casey again.

"Sorry. There is evidence that I can't tell. But I don't believe that either. It looks like there's something big that we don't see."

She seemed sincere about it.

"I really did everything I could..." She seemed to say it to Kyrano, but to all of them.

"I will ask you for records that you did not send to us, this is unregistered, what you send or not is up to you. There may be something in these recordings to support Kayo's innocence."

It was a difficult request. And he didn't trust GDF.

"John will give you everything about this event." Limiting it to today only made the most sense at the moment.

John was walking restlessly towards the Casey. "Look, Colonel. I'm tired of saying this now, but I sent her there. She didn't do it, and I'll send you those recordings with what I learned to prove it. Remember that she was injured too and why we are here now."

Casey took another deep breath. "How is she?"

"There is still no update. I even forgot how long we've been waiting here."

And as time passed, he began to think for the worst.

"She is strong. She will be fine."

"I'm sure you have more important things to do, Colonel."

"I'll let you know if there's any progress." She looked intensely at Kyrano.

Was there something he didn't know?

A hand touching his shoulder, and when he turned to the owner of the hand, he met aquamarine eyes.

"You did the right thing, Scott. To give all the records would be to throw us all out. She didn't do that, and they won't find anything in those recordings that says otherwise."

If Kayo were here, she would know better what to do.

Every moment he waited here, he was losing hope.

And damn how long had it really been?

"She will be fine."

He didn't want to think about anything else right now. That damn man could say whatever he wanted, the media could report whatever he wanted.

It was their sisters life at stake here. It was the life of the person he saw and valued as his sister.

Who cares about blood ties?

"She's one of the family. It doesn't matter who says what."

"Of course she is, Alan. That man was a presumptuous bastard." Right now he was too much of a headache to care about Gordon's frankness.

All he really cared about was someone coming out of that operating room door.

"So what will we do?"

The answer was simple. "Just leave everything to time."

"Scott, why don't we take a break for some air? Maybe we'll find something for your head, huh?"

This offer from John was especially tempting when he heard about painkillers.

But he didn't want to leave here.

"Come on, Scott, it won't be long."

It was clear from John's tone that how long it would take was up to him.

The sooner he went, the sooner they'd get here.

This reminded him of Virgil when they first arrived.

With just a nod of his head, he started towards the elevator.

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"Mr. Tracy! How nice to see you again! How can I help you?"

No. Same nurse. Guess they called him Des.

He didn't want her near him, not now, not ever.

How could they get rid of her?

As brazen as she was, neither Scott nor he could have done what she did.

Or Scott could do it right now because he was taking a deep breath.

"Des? We have received information that a new emergency has arrived, can you prepare?"

Thank god someone else took care of it instead.

"This is Desire. Yes I am interested in. With your permission, Mr. Tracy."

Oh please, was Scott the only Tracy here?

As that nurse was leaving, another familiar face was approaching them.

Scott didn't seem to notice.

"This time I was really close to doing anything. She acts-"

"Scott." At the warning, Scott fell silent.

Despite his efforts, the other nurse had heard about it. Her eyes were looking at them with understanding. "Whatever you say, you're right, I'm really sorry."

The nurse was indeed more understanding than the other.

"What brings you here again?"

Again? Was she there when Scott brought Virgil here?

"This is my head..."

At least he was still good enough to explain his problem.

"I hope it's a good thing it's not one of your brothers who needs help this time." And then her eyes opened like a frightened cat. "I didn't mean- I mean-"

"Oh, it's contagious, when one of us is bad, the other's are bad too." After John's attempt at comfort, her eyes seemed to have calmed down, but she was still looking hesitant.

"Including her, she's like our sister."

He seemed to emphasize the word 'sister' in particular. He understood why, and he was still angry with that man.

The nurse asked for a few seconds to get some necessary tools, and he turned his gaze to his brother with concern. No one was really talking downstairs, and when they did, it didn't seem to put anyone at ease.

He found Scott still staring at the woman. He wasn't sure if he was really looking, because of the headache, it was like he was just immersed.

Since the nurse didn't come in with just one medicine, Scott was startled, glanced at everything, including the blood pressure monitor she had brought with her, and then looked at the nurse uneasily.

"I don't want to stay here for long."

He wanted to be downstairs...

And then he gave John a quick, angry look.

"Scott, be nice to the nurse, she's just doing her job."

When the help he asked for didn't come from John, he turned back to the her.

"Please nurse-"

"I'm not a nurse, Mr. Tracy and-" She turned to address John, but was instantly silent.

Oh, finally someone realizes that Scott isn't the only Tracy here.

"This is John." He said in a gentle voice.

He hated being called Mr. Tracy just as much as Scott.

"And this is Scott, please. Sorry I didn't ask your name."

And she turned back to Scott again.

"Ava. I'm the doctor in charge of the emergency today." So that was the reason for so many encounters. But still, why was she wearing a nurse outfit? "As for why I'm wearing a nurse's outfit, it's a long story..."

"I think we have time for that." Said Scott, looking at the tools she had brought with her.

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I would love to know what you think!

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #colonel casey #lenna writes #what happened there? #kayo kyrano

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WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? | Chapter 3 (finale)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader

Summary: Phoenix decides to take you in a party at Hard Deck and Jake seresin (your enemie since you've been in top gun) can't take his eyes off of you.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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3 YEARS LATER...

Your phone rings telling you you have a new message. You're still sleeping looking for your phone. Your eyes and mouth open at the message when you read it. "What? This can't be".

" Miss Y/N, you're required for a new mission in Top Gun. Your duty is to physically train the new pilots that are coming. We'll be waiting". It's true that you were the best, not only in the air, but in fighting too.

"Wait.. fuck" - you sighed. Three years later and they still want you? You couldn't believe it. You were happy in your new job, and have met a lot of people. You still were a pilot in the Navy, but not in Top Gun. Not anymore, to say the least.

After a few moments looking at the ceiling in awe, you though about coming back or not. Probably, because a lot of people there you miss you. You still had contact with Phoenix and the girls, and talked every now and then.

You refused. Not after what had happened between you and Jake. You replied to the message saying no. You forgot about what happened that morning because every inch of your body hurt. You haven been training since this morning and haven't stopped. You were a big fan of working out, especially to get things out of your mind.

A week has passed, and someone knocked on your door. You weren't expecting a visit, but anyway you'd still open the door. To your surprise, it was Phoenix. Your eyes were big like plates when you saw her.

"Surprised to see me?". She said. You hugged her and invited her inside. Since you didn't have to work today, you offered her some beers and something to eat.

"How's everyone". You asked. The two of you were sitting in the sofa.

"They're okay. Don't worry, they ain't changing anytime soon". You just nod.

"Why did you say no? If this is because of Jake just know" - "What". You interrupt her. "This isn't because of Jake. I just wanted to take a break from everything. And I mean, there a lots of good trainers out there. Why me?". Phoenix looked at you.

"Yeah, a break. He's still asking for you. I think you left him a little heartbroken". You took a deep sigh.

"Well, maybe he shouldn't be messing with a girl like me". You replied. "Why's that? You're beautiful". Phoenix asked. But you were hard to love. At least you though so. You made things difficult for everyone. If a man wanted you, you'd said no. Probably because you though you were a loser and didn't have a partner other than the guy who cheated on you on highschool. And maybe, just maybe, Jake was the same.

Phoenix invited you to the Hard Deck, but you declined, maybe another day. You were tired and needed a well deserved rest. When you go to bed, your mind's still thinking about Jake. How was he? Did he really changed?. You wanted to know. At the end of the day, he was your teammate. You hoped that he didn't hated you for disappearing without leaving a message.

The next morning you woke up and thought about Phoenix inviting you to the Hard Deck. You needed to have fun (because you didn't in three years). You texted her telling her that you were coming tonight.

You got ready, red lips and a satin little black dress with red bottoms. Simple but sexy. Your hair was down, but a little bit wavy. Phoenix picked you up in her car. You drove of course, but it looked like she wasn't going to drink too much. But you will.

When you entered at the Hard Deck, music was blasting and Rooster was singing. Just like the old days. But you felt like you didn't belong here. You legs stared to get shaky and your eyes watery. You shake your head telling yourself that everything's going to be fine.

After a few drinks, your body gasped for air. Too much dancing had you in a chokehold. You told Phoenix that you're going to the beach.

You sat down in the sand with a beer in your hand. Your lungs felt better the moment you got out the Hard Deck. Some footsteps come near you and a voice that you recognize says;

"Long time no see". You look back and your breath stops. It's him. It's Jake. "Did the cat ate your tongue? Come on, don't act so surprised. You're making me feel bad". His hair still the same. His eyes. He hasn't changed. That gave you a little hope.

"Umm, well, hi Jake" - your voice was nervous and your hands were sweaty. You took a drink of your beer.

" Please tell me you haven't forgotten about us". Of course you haven't. How could you? Maybe you were hard to love, but that didn't mean you wanted love just everybody else. " I haven't, don't worry" - you sighed.

"That's a relief. I thought you hated me or something. " He said. You just laughed. You couldn't hate him. Never.

"I thought about you every single day since you left. You don't have to give me reasons, just, please let's start again".

" I can't, Jake. You deserve someone better". Your eyes start to water again and you hated it. Why does love made you weak?. He sat next to you, but didn't look his way. His hand took your chin so that you can look at him.

" But I don't want something better, because you already are. We can work this through. That's a promise". His voice and hands felt softer. Like he changed. This wasn't the Jake everyone told you about when you arrived at Top Gun. This was different.

" Jake, don't"- you looked away and a moment of silent filled the scene. The sound of fireworks that started a few minutes ago was the only sound between the two of you. At this point Jake wasn't looking at you. Everyone at the Hard Deck got out to see the fireworks.

"I'm not giving up on us, just so you know." He came closer until your noses touched. It was warm. A little smile painted your face and the both of you laughed.

"Just kiss already, goddammit" - Rooster yelled. You look up but Jake's hand took your face to join you into a slow, romantic kiss. "I'm not giving up on us either". You said when Jake pulled out his lips from yours.

#top gun maverick #tpm #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x you #jake seresin #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x oc #hangman x reader

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Our Own Choices

Chapter 10

The Bad Batch found an entrance to the city, and contacted General Skywalker, me and Rex. It's really windy up here, it's a good thing I'm wearing a helmet because I think there's sand in the wind. General Skywalker doesn't look very happy, of course he isn't. Sand's coarse, rough, irritating, and it gets everywhere, just like Crosshair. At least, when I finally get a chance to stab him. I kinda wanna rip his guts out while he's still alive, no one talks shit about Echo and makes it through the night.

"We're in business, General. Tech regained Echo's signal," Hunter says as we reach them. "It's coming from this tower. How's it going Tech?"

Tech doesn't reply, he's busy hacking the door, and in a few moments, the door opens.

"Sorry it took so long."

Shut up and stop flexing.

"Hey Crosshair, go and check it out," Hunter says and Crosshair walks into the place. 

"Yea, it's a lift."

No need to state the obvious.

"Well we already knew that," Tech says as we all walk in.

"Wait wait wait, a lift?" I hear Wrecker's sounding a bit scared. "How far up are we going?"

"Don't worry Wrecker, I'll hold your hand," Hunter replies, receiving a shoulder knock from Wrecker. "Hey cut it out Sarge. Just gimme some droids to crush."

The lift door closes and we ascend.

"Remember, this is a stealth mission. No blasting, no blowing things up. Nobody knows we're here," General Skywalker says and the doors open, revealing a bunch of droids, and the batch and I run in, blasting the remaining droids that Wrecker hasn't destroyed or thrown off the building.

Hunter and Crosshair take out the ones near the edge, while Tech and I take out the ones guarding the hallway. I manage to get 3 of them with my sword as Tech rolls and takes cover behind the crates. 

Some more droids come out from the hallway and Wrecker starts taking care of them, running over to the 2 droids at my place, but I take them out with a shot to the head in one and I throw my knife at the other, hitting it square in the head.

Once they all get taken out, Wrecker starts shouting "YEAHHHH" like he just won a battle royale solo in the legendary rank in Call of Duty.

Shit don't think about that. Anyways, cringe.

I cringe slightly and all of us stare at Wrecker with that "tf bro" look under our helmets.

"Uh sorry. I just got excited," he says, walking over to us.

"I've still got a lock on Echo's signal," Tech says.

"Alright men, let's hunt some droids," Hunter says and we walk into the hallway. We walk for about a minute before we reach a door, Hunter's the first to look out, and then signals to Rex, and they go out and blast the droids. The rest of us walk out.

"Where exactly is Echo's signal coming from?" General Skywalker asks.

"Strange. I just lost the signal," Tech says as Rex takes off his helmet.

"What? How can that be? There's no 'atmospheric disturbances' up here."

"Well, I have a new theory. I'm surprised I did not consider it earlier." Tech sounds like an AI. "The signal is only traceable during data transmissions. So until Echo dispenses more intel, I cannot pick up the signal."

"Okay, we're splitting up," General Skywalker says. "Search every door. If someone finds Echo, contact the others. We go in together, just in case there's trouble."

So Crosshair and I follow General Skywalker while the others follow Rex, running off in the other direction. I'm only following them because maybe I'll get the chance to rip Crosshair's eye out. 

General Skywalker takes one door, Crosshair takes another, and I take the furthest one, walking into the dimly-lit corridor, full of crates. 

"Echo?" I call out, and there's a slight echo throughout the room. No pun intended. There's no reply, so I turn my heat visor on, and I don't see anything, so I head out and check on General Skywalker, Crosshair is there as well.

A droid is just about to hump/blast General Skywalker and Crosshair fires a shot at the same time I throw my knife at the droid. The knife hits the droid's head and the shot hits the body of the droid. 

General Skywalker whips around, lightsaber ignited, as Crosshair lowers his rifle. General Skywalker picks up my knife from the droid's head, throwing it back at me over Crosshair's shoulder, and retracts his lightsaber. I catch the knife by the handle and sheath it back into my wrist compartment.

"Nice throw," General Skywalker says as we walk out.

"Nice shot," I say to Crosshair, and he gives me that downwards nod of respect.

HELL YEA

We head to where the others are, General Skywalker leading the way. We see a bunch of droids surrounding them, and General Skywalker force pushes some of the droids out of the way, slicing them in half with his lightsaber. I run ahead and steal some kills from Hunter with my sword, pistol in the other hand. 

Crosshair shoots from behind, and then doing that Call of Duty slide, shooting 2 more droids in the process and hitting one with his rifle before shooting it.

General Skywalker finishes up the last droid, and then there's a moment of silence and we all look around, before more droids come from the hallway, blasting at us. I duck as a blaster bolt whizzes over my head, going to take cover where Hunter, Rex and Tech are at.

"GUYS SHOULDN'T WE LIKE OPEN THAT DOOR OR SMTH," I shout as I blast a few droids that are coming from the opposite hallway.

"Tech, open that door for Rex!" General Skywalker commands, and Tech gets to work. Rex and I run to the door as it opens and we find ourselves in a room lit by yellow floor lamps, electricity crackling at some pillars, and there's a control panel below what looks like one of those escape pods.

"This doesn't look good," I comment as Tech goes to press some buttons on the control panel, which causes some white gas to come out of the pod. "I'm definitely picking up a life-form in there," Tech says as he presses more buttons. "It seems to be a stasis chamber. I think I can get it open." 

And then when the stasis chamber opens, a bunch of white gas flows out, followed by what I can barely recognize as Echo, connected to the thing by wires, hanging out, his eyes lifeless. He looks almost droidlike, with all the machinery connected to him. I can almost hear him transmitting "CT-1409", and I resist the urge to back away, creeped out by Echo's dead-looking eyes.

"Echo," Rex says, before standing on the control panel and disconnecting a wire from Echo's legs, and carrying him, setting him down on the ground. I now have a clear view of him, his right arm has become a prosthetic one, it looks like the machinery that the droids use to open doors in the republic ships. 

"Tech, we gotta get him outta here," Rex says. "Figure out how to unplug him from...from this mess."

We both take off our helmets and look down at Echo. His skin is really pale, and I can see Rex's horrified expression, while I keep a neutral one, I'll deal with it when I'm alone. "What have they done to you?" Rex sounds like he just lost a battle royale solo when he was one of the last 2 guys remaining and got sniped.

"We-we have to get to the shuttle to escape the Citadel...no...I'll go first..." Echo's voice is weak, and Rex puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down, and I do the same. "Echo-"

"No...no...no..."

"Echo, it's Rex. I'm here," Rex says, and Echo's shaking slightly, breathing heavily. I know how it feels like. The choking feeling as memories of injuries are recounted. 

"Rex? You-you came back for me," Echo says, grabbing Rex's arm. I kneel down next to his side.

Of course we did. We don't leave our own behind. 

"Yes, yes I did," Rex replies, a concerned expression on his face, staring down at Echo. 

"What-what happened? Where am I?" 

"It's okay Echo. You're safe now," Rex says, holding Echo's arm reassuringly. "Just sit tight, trooper. You're going home."

He motions for Tech to come over and try to help disconnect Echo, and my hand's still on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

You're gonna be okay, Echo. You're gonna be okay.

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Dealing With Demons Chapter 1: Good Girls Don't Summon Demons Part 2: Riley + Cee

Masterlist with CW

Riley wiped the sweat from their forehead and then cleaned their hand on their jeans. They were glad it was a mission day so they could wear something that was comfortable in this heat. The best thing about this job was definitely the lax dress code, no one wanted to get into a fight while wearing dress shoes and a skirt. Riley looked up at the gathering dark clouds, it wouldn't be this hot for long. Damn, the weather here changed at the drop of a hat. They made their way towards the large building labelled Shine Bright Dentistry

They wished they hadn't lost their umbrella. There was a raincoat in their bag, but it was old and pretty ineffective. It didn't even have a hood. The walk and subway ride home later was gonna be brutal. Hopefully that would be the worst part of their day.

After entering the building they pressed their keycard to the reader by the door at the end of the waiting room. It always amazed Riley how somehow the room not only looked like the waiting room of a dentist's office, but smelled like one too.

Riley made their way across the room full of people, they overheard a few scattered bits of conversation, but none of it sunk in. A few coworkers said hello, and Riley waved and nodded at them, but said nothing. They reached the elevator and rode it down past the artifact vault to the basement.

After taking off their silver protection amulet they went through the magic item detectors. The amulet was a round disk with a triangular pattern engraved in it. The amulet wasn't really all that powerful, but it was something of a comfort object, and the ground felt unsolid without its weight and mild promise of good luck. But they went through this every workday, the detectors had been installed after a break-in that happened years before Riley came to be employed by the Bureau. So Riley waited patiently as the security guard inspected the amulet before handing it back to them.

They dropped their bag off at their desk in the research department before heading back up the elevator to Director Coleman's office on the ground floor. The mission was only supposed to take a couple of hours, so they'd be returning to their desk-work duties later today if everything went okay. They really hoped everything would go okay.

Mike was waiting for them, lounging on a short filing cabinet outside the office door with a drink caddy full of coffee cups. His outfit was even more casual than Riley's—there were holes in his jeans, not the intentional kind—and his short light brown hair was messy. Riley hadn't exactly styled their own shoulder length brown hair, but at least they had brushed it. Mike looked like he'd just rolled out of bed and driven straight to work without any steps in between other than picking up coffee.

"Agent Bishop," he said with mock formality as he handed Riley a cup.

"Agent Green."

"You ready for this?"

"I've been on missions with you and Sil before," Riley said with an annoyed sigh. Nerves had been rattling around in their gut all day, but they wanted their coworkers to see them as competent, to prove that research wasn't the only thing they were good at.

"Yeah, recon missions. This is real action and we don't know what we're going to be walking into."

"Isn't that why you need someone from research with you?" Riley argued.

"I guess."

"Don't worry, I'm ready." Riley wished they were as confident as they sounded.

"Alright." Mike took a long drink of his coffee. "Did you hear about the disappearance?"

"Another one? Normal or—"

"Magical. I heard some of the agents assigned to the case complaining about it earlier. Apparently it's getting hard to keep local law enforcement and the victims' family members from asking questions the Bureau can't answer."

"I wonder if Coleman is getting any pressure from national headquarters to solve this fast."

"I wouldn't be surprised." He took another drink.

Sil's heavy footsteps signaled her arrival. Both of the agents looked over at her. She was wearing a gray pantsuit and her dyed red hair was up in a severe bun. Her curly bangs were short enough to be completely out of the way in the event of a fight. The only unprofessional things about her outfit were her big black boots and her many silver earrings. When Sil first joined the Bureau Riley thought her clashing styles made her pretty intimidating despite her small stature, but they were friends now, and Riley knew that SIl saved her wrath for the bad guys.

"Agent Silverman." Mike offered her a cup of coffee and she took it.

Sil rolled her eyes. "So you're being the formal one? Fine. Morning, Michael."

Mike bristled. He had made it clear over the years that his full name had some unpleasant associations for him.

"How was your weekend, Gale?"

Sil's face scrunched up. In her free time said always she was fine with people using her first name, not happy, but fine. But she was adamant that she wanted to go by her last name while on the job.

"Guys," Riley interrupted. "Coleman's expecting us."

"Don't want to keep the boss waiting," Mike said through a yawn. The jabs were apparently forgotten as Mike hopped off the cabinet and opened the door to Coleman's office. This would be a short briefing, so Riley decided to stand rather than sit in the office's uncomfortable chairs, and saw the others follow suit.

"Hey Director, want a coffee?"

"Yes, thank you, Agent Green." Director Coleman took a long drink and tucked her short hair behind her ears before continuing. "I don't like sending in agents to deal with threats we know so little about, but it's the solstice. We're out of time, the sorcerer will act today."

"We know, Sir," said Sil.

"I'm sending the three of you to his last known location. Take car six, use stealth when you get there. Figure out why he needed so much gold and rare herbs, and, if necessary, stop him."

"Yes, Sir." Sil nodded.

"Agent Bishop, are you prepared to identify the ritual?"

Riley straightened their posture under Coleman's attention. "I spent yesterday reading up on anything he could be doing with those materials. When I see his setup, I'll know what he's planning." Riley was as prepared as they could be, and they took both comfort and pride in that knowledge.

"Good. I'll see you after the mission to deliver your report. Dismissed."

"Hey, Sil," Mike said as they walked out the door. "I'll drive this time."

"You drove last time."

"Let's do rock-paper-scissors for it."

"No." Sil grabbed the keys from the wall by the door to the garage and kept a tight hold on them.

"You're no fun."

"Missions aren't supposed to be fun."

Riley stifled an annoyed groan. When Mike and Sil were like this they were hell to be around. They'd both be nothing but professional once the mission actually started, but until then it'd be one long argument. This was not how Riley wanted to spend the car ride. Time to defuse the tension.

"I made a new playlist over the weekend."

Mike and Sil stopped bickering.

"Nice!" Mike said.

"What's the theme this time?"

"Summer. It's about an hour long, we should be able to get through most of it on the way there and back."

"It's settled then. I'm driving, Riley and their tunes are riding shotgun, and Sil's going in the backseat."

Sil glared at Mike.

"Fine," Mike said begrudgingly. "I'm going in the backseat."

......

The ride to the warehouse that the sorcerer had rented was blissfully free of arguments. Once again Riley's taste in music had averted an oncoming train wreck.

Okay, that was a little unfair. They were Riley's friends, and they didn't always argue, even if sometimes it seemed like they did. Riley suspected that everyone was just on edge because they didn't know what they were walking into. Their gut felt a little like they were falling. They fiddled with their amulet.

The team pulled into a parking lot close, but not too close, for the sake of stealthiness, to the warehouse and Sil turned to look at both Riley and Mike.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Ready to go," Mike said.

Riley just nodded as they pulled their hair back into a short ponytail and tucked the few loose strands behind their ears.

Once the three of them reached the door it was time for Mike to do his job.

He put on a pair of glasses with runes etched into the lenses and closed his eyes. After a moment he pulled on a black leather glove and turned the door's handle. He slowly pushed the door open. It was completely silent.

"Rings on. Riley, this scene is bad. Be prepared." he whispered and rubbed the ring finger of his right hand against his middle finger. Suddenly he vanished from sight. Riley and Sil followed suit and as Mike's ring's power spread to their own they too disappeared. Riley's heart beat fast and they took a deep breath before moving towards the door.

Now invisible except to each other, the three walked carefully into the warehouse and Mike silently shut the door behind them. The building was stiflingly hot, and the smell of blood hit Riley like a truck.

The sorcerer was facing away from them, as Mike had seen him. He wore a pure white robe and stood in the center of an impressive looking rune made out of gold bars and reaching corners out to three dead bodies.

Riley had to hold back a gasp as they saw the corpses set up in a triangle around the sorcerer, who was holding a deep bowl and chanting. Turning away from the carnage, they saw their coworkers. Sil was visibly clenching her jaw, her mouth set in a hard line. Mike's gaze kept wandering to the closest victim before snapping back to the sorcerer, and he was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast. Mike took off his glove and reached into the pocket where he kept his his shield ring. Sil unholstered her enchanted pistol. Riley gripped their protection amulet so tight that the metal dug painfully into their palm and they fought the urge to run or scream or vomit. They managed to remain silent, but tasted bile at the back of their throat and started to sweat. Just focus, keep thinking about the mission, about stopping this man. With another deep breath they forced the panic and fear to the back of their mind.

Riley recognized the ritual after a moment of studying the rune and their heart started racing even faster. These wouldn't be the sorcerer's only victims, unless the trio stopped him. Immortality had a high cost.

The three agents crept as close as they could get to the sorcerer without stepping inside the rune. Riley was almost choking on the scent of blood now. Sil pointed her gun at the sorcerer's leg.

"Alright, I think I've seen enough." A nonchalant voice rang out from behind the trio. They and the sorcerer all turned around to see a short, pale, fat figure stepping out from the shadows in the corner of the warehouse by the door.

The figure was impeccably dressed in a well-fitting suit with a gold shirt that matched their hair, and their faintly glowing eyes.

"Daniel, Daniel, Daniel," They scolded. "You're trying to get out of our deal, now why would a smart man like you do a stupid thing like that?"

A deal? Oh shit. Riley's eyes went wide as they wordlessly grabbed Mike and Sil and pulled them away from Daniel, who they were now realizing wasn't a sorcerer, who could inherently cast certain spells due to a fluke of genetics, but rather a warlock, who got his power from a deal. With a demon. This was beyond bad.

The runes drawn in blood on Daniel's face smudged as his eyebrows went up and his jaw dropped. He let go of the bowl he was holding and it fell to the floor. A mixture of blood and herbs seeped into the concrete. But he recovered and attempted to stare down the demon that had arrived on the scene.

"You can't stop me. I put it in our deal, you can't interfere with my plans!"

"That's void if you attempt to break the deal by, say, I don't know, trying to become immortal so I can't collect your soul when you die." The demon's tone was playful, but there was palpable malicious intent in their eyes and smile.

"How did you even know about this!" Daniel's eyes kept moving towards the exit.

"I'm a demon, Daniel, the deals I make are the very core of my being. As soon as you killed those people with the intent of becoming immortal I could feel that you had broken the terms."

"I'm powerful now. I can defeat you." His gaze returned to the demon and he clenched his fists.

An exasperated sigh left the demon's mouth. "No, no you can't. Not when I'm the source of your power."

Mike had activated his shield ring and a transparent wall spread out before him. He gave Sil and Riley a look and they stepped behind him. Riley ducked down to get their head behind the barrier.

"I'm going to give you one chance. Stop this ritual right now, and I'll leave. You can live out the rest of your natural life without my interference. You can even keep the magic. But if you don't, your soul is forfeit. Right now."

Daniel paused, breathing fast, his gaze flickering between the demon and the exit. "Alright. I'll stop."

Then, with sudden quickness, he thrust his arm out towards the demon. Blue fire sprang forth from his outstretched fingers and shot towards them...

and vanished.

A desperate panic entered Daniel's voice. "No! No, what's happening?"

"I gave you your power. Which means I can take it away."

Daniel paused for a moment then sprinted towards the door, taking out a mundane gun and shooting at the demon as he did.

Three bullets hit their target causing the demon to cry out and for a moment Riley felt the absurd urge to go help them. But they didn't fall down, didn't even seem to be seriously injured. Of course not, they were a freaking demon, Riley was surprised that a gun could hurt them at all.

The demon shot forward and caught up to Daniel in a flash.

"I liked this suit!" they growled as they grabbed his shoulder and slammed him down onto his back.

Daniel screamed, then started begging. "Okay, I'll stop, I mean it! Please let me go!"

"You had your chance to stop. Instead you attacked me."

"Please, no, I don't want to die!"

"Yeah? I bet they didn't either," the demon deadpanned and pointed towards Daniel's victims back in the golden rune. Then they held up their arm. With a snap of their fingers their hand suddenly looked like it was encased in molten gold and mother of pearl. Their true form. They knelt down and placed the hand onto Daniel's chest. Then they pushed into Daniel's chest.

Daniel immediately went limp and his quiet pleading stopped. Then the demon pulled their hand back, bringing with them something so bright it hurt to look at. It partially obscured everything near it, but Riley was still able to make out the demon bringing the shining object up to their mouth and swallowing it.

There was a small noise to Riley's left as Sil stifled a gasp. Then she moved her hand from her mouth and tapped Mike lightly on the shoulder. He nodded but kept his eyes fixed on the demon. Then she grabbed Riley's wrist and the three of them started making their way towards the exit. There was no way they could handle this. Riley wasn't sure if the combined force of every team on the base could handle this, not when so little was known about demons except that they were extremely powerful.

And this one seemed more powerful than most, they looked completely human aside from their eyes. That would take a lot of mana.

"Leaving so soon?" The demon's voice rang out. The trio froze. "What kind of demon would I be if I couldn't even sense your presence in the ethereal plane? Now come on, shut off your artifacts and let's meet each other properly."

Riley didn't want to go against the wishes of something so dangerous, so they turned off their ring and became visible again. Mike and Sil did the same, but Mike kept up the shield.

"Much better!" the demon declared. "I'm Avi, they/them." They looked expectantly at the group.

There was a moment of silence.

"Um, I'm Riley, they/them."

Sil and Mike shot Riley panicked glances. A helpless shrug was all they had to offer in return. Sil sighed.

"I'm agent Silverman, she/her. These are agents Bishop, they/them, and Green, he/him. That's all you need to know."

Riley's mputhwent dry for a moment at the thought that Avi might consider this rude and attack, but they just smiled.

"Bright Bureau agents! I thought so! You know, I've never run into your organization before, this is quite a treat." Avi hummed thoughtfully. "Let's see, I'm guessing Agent Green with that little shield is your artificer, and you, Agent Silverman, are obviously in charge, making you the head caster. But I must confess, Riley, I can't seem to figure out your job." Avi looked right into Riley's dark brown eyes with their glowing gold gaze and they felt they had to answer to avoid offending the demon.

"I'm a researcher," they blurted out.

"Oh? I bet you know many interesting things."

"You seem to know a lot about our Bureau," Sil pulled Avi's attention back to her and tightened her grip on both Riley's wrist and her gun.

"Well, you investigate magic and monsters and I am a magical monster. It makes sense to stay well informed about potential... problems."

"We don't have any problem with you. We wanted to stop him too. We can all just leave here and go our separate ways."

"Oh, Agent Silverman, did you think I was threatening you?" The demon tilted their head like a curious cat and stepped closer. "Trust me, you'll know if I'm threatening you," Avi said with glee, clapping their hands together to punctuate their sentence. "However, your statement is certainly true, and I am done here. So goodbye then, Agent Silverman. Agent Green. Riley. I look forward to seeing you again."

Then the demon vanished. Leaving behind nothing but a chill in the air.

Mike let out a shaky breath and dropped the shield. "What the absolute fuck?"

"Agent Green. Control yourself."

"No way, Sil, you do not get to act like this is a normal mission!" Mike pointed at her aggressively. "We just met a literal godforsaken demon!"

"Technically demons aren't godforsaken." Riley added without intonation. Were they going into shock? Maybe."They're just manifestations of negative emotions and desires." Riley took a deep breath and tried to steady their heartbeat.

Sil and Mike turned to look at them.

"And what the hell was up with you fucking introducing yourself to them? And answering their questions?"

"You should have left communication with the creature to me. In case it was hostile!"

"Sil is right." Mike approached them. "Why did you talk to a demon, Riley?!"

"I... I don't know." Riley didn't usually step into the spotlight like this, they were always more than happy to let Sil or Mike take the lead. Even if it did make more sense for Riley to lead this particular conversation. They knew a lot more about demons than the others between what they knew from their research and what they'd learned from their grandmother. "I was worried that if I didn't answer they'd get angry."

"Alright, that's a valid concern, but if there's a next time then just let me handle it, okay?"

Riley shivered at the thought of there being a next time. "Okay, Sil."

The three of them stood silently in the warehouse for a moment, surrounded by corpses. Riley felt like a tornado had raged through the building and miraculously left their group unbothered.

"Now," Sil said. "We've all been affected by what just happened. We're going to get in the car, stop yelling, call a clean-up crew for" she gestured to the mess of bodies and blood. "All of this, and wait until my hands stop shaking before we drive back to base."

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Actual monster hunters! I can't believe we finally met them! My morals might have gotten warped over the years because excitement at encountering the Bright Bureau was all I was feeling, not even a hint of discomfort that Avi had just killed someone. I put it out of my mind, Daniel was a killer himself, and he knew the consequences of breaking his deal when he decided to sell his soul. Besides, it was a little late to be worrying about my own morality. After all, good girls don't summon demons.

"And they weren't even coming after me," Avi said as the elevator doors dinged and opened. Another tenant saw the bullet-sized holes in Avi's suit and their eyes widened, but they said nothing. The neighbors were used to weirdness from them by now.

That's why this is perfect, you can establish a rapport with them to discourage them from coming after you in the future!

"You just want to fangirl over the cool hunters," Avi teased after shutting the door to their apartment and starting to remove their ruined clothes. The pants were fine but the shirt and jacket both were unsalvageable.

A disappointed sigh crossed my mind but my displeasure remained internal as usual. I knew Avi could feel it anyway. You're right. It'd be safer if you avoided them, never saw them again.

"No, I think you were onto something. We should put a little effort into getting on their good side. Or at least staying off of their bad side."

Really? You'll talk to them?

"Yes, but I'll have to be careful," they cautioned. "I don't want to scare them, or let them find out too much." This called for more casual attire. A blouse rather than another button-up and jacket. It wasn't exactly the most laid back look, but it was less intimidating than the suit.

Or give them a reason to hunt you. I added as they pulled on the white blouse.

"Exactly."

Ruffle your hair some.

"Why?"

It looks friendlier that way.

"I don't see how."

And which one of us was raised in human society?

"Alright, alright." They splashed some water on their hair and ran a brush through the golden mess until it looked fashionably tousled.

I like Riley, the researcher. They probably know the most interesting stuff. Plus, they talked to you.

"Silverman talked to me."

Silverman was defusing a bomb with words. Riley was friendlier, if only barely, and I know you think they're the best way in too.

"Alright then. Riley it is."

#dwd #Riley POV #Cee POV

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 48

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: PTSD

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: Eyes Open Tell Your Heart To Beat Again

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Bryn

The only times the youngest Kazansky had ever seen Annalise Winchester have a full-blown breakdown had been when her parents and sister died. Not even when she and Hangman broke up- either the first or the second time- did she react this way. Bryn had no doubt the breakdown had something to do in part with the traumatic experience she'd gone through with the mission, but still, seeing her best friend lose it after barely saying a word struck a chord with her.

"Talk to me, Ghost. What happened?" Bryn asked, refusing to let her go until Annalise pulled away herself. 

"It's everything," Ghost admitted, hiccupping.

"What made it boil over?"

"Rooster... he's been acting strangely ever since the mission. He won't look at me, he'll barely talk to me, and when he does, it's short and to the point, and so I thought he didn't want to be around me but-" Ghost pulled away and wiped her tears away angrily- "he is always choosing to stand beside me. We could be in the kitchen surrounded by people. I could be on the other side of the room, and he finagles his way over to me. I don't get it. I finally confronted him about it after Mav and Penny left, and all he said was that it isn't me, that he's not mad at me, but I know he is! What else could explain his behavior? And then add these God-awful, post-traumatic stress nightmares I'm having of being shot down and dying and coming back, not having anything to distract me from the grief of losing my mom and the fact that my dad might not actually be my dad and that Maverick might be my dad instead, I- I don't know what to do, where I should go..." Ghost continued her tangent, jumping between the topics so frequently that Bryn had difficulty keeping up with everything and understanding the totality of the situation, but she caught enough to understand the devastation Ghost was going through.

"Annalise, easy, take it easy," Bryn consoled, worrying how fast her friend had started breathing and concerned she might begin hyperventilating. "How long have you been holding all this in? From beginning to end?"

"Pretty much since I got here. It was just one thing after another, and I internalized it, pushed it down, or pushed people away, thinking it would solve my problems because that normally worked in the past, but it didn't this time, and Rooster being upset with me and not telling me why pushed me over the edge. I just want to go home, but I don't even know where that is now."

"Before all this happened, where was home for you?"

Ghost sniffled and turned her attention to the ocean, watching its waves crash gently on the shore. Bryn could see the gears turning in her friend's head. "It's changed over the years. When I was little, it was my family. In college, it was Hangman. When we broke up, it was Rooster. Even when Hangman and I got back together, Rooster was the person I went to. He's the one I thought about returning to, and even now, it is taking every ounce of willpower I have left not to go in there and beg him to tell me what I did so I can fix it because he's still my home, but I don't know what to do now that my home doesn't want me anymore..."

Bryn squeezed Ghost's hand. "I may not be able to bring your family back or help with the nightmares, and I don't know how I can help you figure out if Mav is your dad or not- which, for the record, I'm still trying to wrap my head around that and will demand a full explanation when you're not having a breakdown- but I can help with Rooster," Bryn declared, standing up. "I'll be back."

"Where are you going?!" Ghost asked worriedly.

"To chat with Rooster. I'll be back." Without another word, she flung the front door open with the full intent of knocking Bradley upside the head in hopes it might simultaneously also knock some sense into him. The light remained on in the kitchen, the only one in the house. Everything else remained eerily dark. Bryn scoffed until she saw a light emanating from underneath a shut door at the end of the hallway. The guest room. Rooster's room.

Bryn strode furiously toward it, not caring that he may not want to be bothered or even sleeping. She had a bone to pick with him. Swinging the door open, Bryn demanded, "Rooster, what in the absolute fuck is wrong with y-"

She stopped short, her anger swiftly replaced by confusion and concern. Rooster sat on the floor, slumped against his bed, head in hands, white-knuckling his hair. His crutches lay scattered haphazardly on the floor as if he'd let them fall wherever they wanted. Strangest of all, her friend acted wholly unfazed by her presence, like he hadn't even heard her. As upset as she was, Bryn recognized this wasn't normal behavior. So, calmly and slightly cautious, she knelt next to him. "Rooster?"

No response. 

"Bradley?" Bryn prodded, gingerly placing a hand on his arm. He reacted instantaneously, jerking violently away from her. When his eyes met hers, she noticed how bloodshot they were, along with the dried tear stains on his cheeks. He looked around dazedly, taking in his surroundings. Bryn scooted closer to him ."Bradley? You okay?"

"Wh- where's Ghost?" He stammered, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

"She's on the porch."

"Is she alive?"

What kind of question is that? "Yeah, she's alive."

Rooster's body visibly relaxed, and he braced his head against the bed, closing his eyes. "Good. That's… good."

A realization dawned on Bryn. She'd seen this behavior in others, and it was not something to take lightly. "Rooster, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How long have the flashbacks been going on?" She asked sympathetically, leaning against the bed with him. Although he didn't respond, his head snapping to look at her told Bryn she was on the right track. "Ghost told me about the mission and what happened."

"She- she was dying," Rooster croaked out. "I couldn't save her."

"But you did save her. She would've drowned had you not reached her when you did. Ghost told me as such. Is that what you see in your flashbacks? Ghost dying?" Once more, Rooster didn't respond, giving Bryn her answer. "Is that why you can't look at her? Is it a trigger?"

Rooster opened his mouth but quickly shut it. When he repeated the motion but never managed to say anything, Bryn reached out and took his hand in hers. "Oh, Rooster…

"I-I don't know what to do," he confessed. "I want nothing more than to be around her, but I promised I'd leave her alone and-"

"When did you promise that?"

"After I found her. She was furious at me for being there because she knew that-" Rooster trailed off, shaking his head. "I promised I'd leave her alone once we returned to North Island. She didn't acknowledge the comment, so I took it as her agreement with it. I thought it was what she wanted."

"Rooster, if that's what she wanted, Ghost wouldn't be sobbing over the fact that you will barely give her the time of day. She thinks she did something wrong, and until you tell her the truth, as difficult as it may be, no matter how much you tell her it's not her that's the problem, she won't believe you."

"Ghost is hurt enough, though. She's been through so much, and to add onto her plate by burdening her with my issues, I can't do that to her."

"She wouldn't see it like that," Bryn assured. "Hell, if anyone would understand what you're going through, it'd be her."

"I have loved Ghost for so many years, but every time I have the opportunity to be with her, I fuck it up. I don't- I can't cause her any more pain than I already have."

"The only way you'll cause her more pain is if you keep avoiding her. Be honest with her. I promise she will be open to it, but Ghost isn't going to reach out to you after earlier. You'll have to go to her."

"I know…" Rooster rubbed his face and sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, Bryn."

"For what?"

"I'm a grown man. I should be making my own decisions, not having to be encouraged by my best friend to do what I know needs to be done and having to deal with more of my shit."

"You're also dealing with some nasty PTSD."

Rooster nodded reluctantly. "I thought I was stronger than this. H-how did you know?"

"That you were having flashbacks? A good guess based on your behavior that I saw in both my dad and brother after they witnessed some deaths of their comrades." Bryn squeezed his hand. "I'm not going to push you to do this, but can I at least go tell Ghost that it really isn't her that's the problem?"

"No," Rooster said, shaking his head. He leaned over with a wince to grab his crutches. Recognizing he wanted to stand, Bryn helped him up. "I need to do that. I-I need to face this. Can I make one request?"

"Of course."

"Stay until this is over. If it goes badly, I want Ghost to have someone to turn to for support."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"If this goes badly, who will you have to turn to for support?"

"Don't worry about me."

"I already am, so it's a little late for that."

"Take care of Ghost first, then come to me if needed. I'll be back." He took a deep breath and then started for the door. Bryn let him go, watching and waiting until she heard the front door shut. Then, she headed to the living room to wait and pray that her friends finally worked things out for the better.

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[trashcankitty12]

I reread "To redeem myself" and actually I am on the chapter "The trial of Griffin Sylvane" And I am asking myself how that scene goes when Valtor saves Griffin and took her out of her cell. And more important, what happend in the scene in which he hands Griffin over to Faragonda. What do they say, what are their thoughts and how bad were Griffin's injuries? Do you have anything about that?

So I always thought about doing a 'missing scene' story with this, but I didn't because I was afraid of having too many. (And now I literally make tie-in chapters like they're going out of style because I love seeing other viewpoints.)

Here's a rundown of how I see things going:

The trial is going on while Valtor is meant to be away from Obsidian. He's not been taking the "break-up" well and he knows why Griffin's not been seen and he's just not been the best to be around.

So he's been hanging out in the Under Realms with Lord Darkar during this time, trying to get a grip on himself. (And to avoid being around other members of the Coven who would revel in his misery, or who would make things worse. He's still good for missions, he just doesn't feel like socializing after them anymore.)

And the trial is happening while everyone thinks Valtor is gone because no one wants to deal with Valtor vs Griffin. (His mothers don't think he'd have had the guts to "Do what needs to be done", aka kill her, and they didn't want him to have a chance to betray them and everything they'd worked for. So they're okay with him being at Darkar's while this is going on.

Even though Darkar isn't there and is helping them. But details.

After Griffin's "trial", they have her sent to a cell to await execution... And to make sure she doesn't die before they're ready for her too. They want this to be excruciating and to make an example of her to deter more "defections" (and to send her mangled corpse to the Company as a way of saying "Fuck You").

Faragonda and the others are worried that Griffin has made it back to their designated meet-up zone to go back to the Fortress. She's contemplating forgoing the plan and searching the castle for Griffin. Hagen and Saladin are trying to talk her out of it because Obsidian is not the place for light magic to try and fight against dark magic and the realm itself will try to kill her.

Valtor has shown up, close to the designated zone because its one of the few secret places one can teleport into and out of Obsidian without being detected. And he doesn't want to be detected either, he just wants to grab a few things before leaving back to the Under Realms. (Mostly alcohol because I can see him having a brief "relationship" with it during the war in this particular time frame because his love has left him and he knows he has a child but has yet to meet them and there's constant fighting and he's just tired.)

He sees Faragonda and the others and he's confused and thinks of fighting but his brain is like "The only reason you'd be brave enough to come to here is if Salvador or Griffin brought you... So who was it and where are they?"

Faragonda, after realizing Valtor's not looking for a fight, explains the situation.

Valtor has a moment of legitimate panic (though doesn't show it because he's good at schooling his emotions, though Faragonda being a fairy can sense them). He weighs his options, pretty much has several thoughts of "not drunk enough for this bullshit" and "She always complained I was the impulsive one."

He tells the group to wait and stay hidden. He'll be back.

Valtor grew up on Obsidian. He knows how to avoid the guards and the observation spells.

He knows every nook and cranny of that castle.

And he finds Griffin.

She's sort of aware/awake, but she's not in good shape and she just barely recognizes Valtor and sort of thinks he's not real because she's been through it.

(Lysslis in particular was vicious with her and had already shown her several 'visions' of Valtor being the one to kill her. Or of him standing back while someone else did while he lambasted her about all her failures and wrongdoings.)

Valtor has to fight to keep from focusing on her wounds/how hurt she is because he knows if he doesn't, they'll be caught and it'll be worse. (Also he doesn't need to pick a fight with his Mothers. Not while they have control of him.)

So he, as carefully as he can because her back is a hot spot of blood and tender flesh that has been lightning-struck and boiled, gets her up and holds her to get her out.

(The entire time he's muttering to her about "of all the convoluted, wayward, insane plans you've come up with, this is the one that's going to get you killed", "I never want it said I was the impulsive one again", "You're lucky I still give a damn", "If our kid didn't need a proper mother...", "I have no idea how the hell you're still alive", "Stubborn fucking witch", etc.)

He gets her to Faragonda and the others, giving a glare to Hagen as he hands her to him specifically and warns him to "watch for her back, it's all an open sore".

They want to question him, but all Valtor claims is that he owes Griffin for a debt.

(He didn't want to lose her either. And he damn sure didn't want his child raised in the system. Not after it'd fucked him over.)

No one knows on the Coven side that Valtor had been there that day. In fact, as far as anyone knows, Griffin did her famous 'escape artist' tricks and got herself out.

Valtor didn't sleep for a few nights. He kept seeing her like that. Kept flip-flopping about how much of it she deserved because she did betray them, but she's also the mother of his child, but still the Coven is important but still-

As for the others: Seeing what the Coven was willing to do to Griffin, someone who had been in their Inner Circle and who had been a reliable ally to them, really cemented the fact they were becoming more and more unhinged.

It also cemented Griffin's place in the Company, as it showed she was willing to take one for the team.

Faragonda was the most upset, outside of Salvador and Theodora, worried about her friend.

The others in their group were also upset and disgusted with what had happened.

Griffin's still pretty scarred, emotionally and physically, from that "trial session". The worst parts of the physical damage managed to heal up though, thanks to technology and magic.

She was surprised by what Faragonda had told her though, about the rescue. Especially about the debt part.

She never had the heart to say she'd remembered some of the escape attempt. That Valtor had known about their girl or that he wanted her to stay with their child. She'd always assumed he'd be the sort to say "if I can't be there, neither can you."

She also could never admit to being touched that he cared enough to bring her back to them. Even when he hated her so much.

#anonymous asks #anon asks #winx club #winx club griffin #winx club valtor #winx club covenshipping #covenshipping #missing scene from my fanfic

[xoteajays]

Hii!

I've read all your karunira fics and I've loved them all! This ship has soo much potential!

I saw that you take requests and I thought I could give it a go.. Would it be possible if you wrote a sickfic? Like niragi feels sick and feverish but won't admit it and try to hide it because he doesn't want the others from the beach picking on him.. But hatter assigns him on a game mission (karube is also there, kinda looking down on him and giving him sharp and mean remarks). While at the game, niragi has trouble making it through whilst sick and struggles, until karube pities him and helps him since he can't and deep down he doesn't want niragi to die.. So he saves him last minute and afterwards he tries to take care of him. Niragi at first is a bit out of it and isn't aware of karube's presence, making karube worry a bit but quickly tries to push this feeling aside, making him think whether he's becoming soft for niragi. There can be a happy ending! Whether you decide to follow this shit of a plot or change it a bit I don't mind, feel free to do so!

I'm a sucker for karube taking care of Niragi!! Thank you 🫶

i’m pretty sure every request in my inbox right now is about niragi getting whumped, not that i’m complaining because i also love to whump the boy!

sure thing i can work on that request for you, it’ll be a hot minute tho because i’m working on another ‘rotten work’ chapter right now. i already have to drudge around for game ideas for my new oc, so i’ll dig around for something to use in this too!

thanks for reading my fics! karube x niragi is such a well of untouched potential! i did not expect so many people to read these fics agshdjdkdl love u all !!! 🩵✨

#anon #tj answers

[charmmycolour]

Hey I started to read your fanfic a normal live. I binged it from yesterday evening before going to bed and only got to the last 3 posted chapters this evening. I don't want to start going to comment under every chapter again,(couldn't read the next chapter and comment the one before at the same time)

so here is a little summary :

At first I was a bit sceptical. I liked how they still hadn't addressed the whole cav going rogue thing and that cavendish wanted too but dakota just dodged the question every time. It was also nice to see a version of cavendish that had their own strengths referring to their time travel missions. (That magnet was awesome.) I always thought there should have been more of cav beeing better at research or having better knowledge about the time periods. So really liked that too. The thing which kept me sceptic, was the fight against the evil scientist. And I thought brick and savannah were a little bit of (It must be heard to write them, they did not appear that often in the show. Or you just changed them a bit.)

But after Dakota got lost it started to really work for me. Despite of the slice of live approach with dakotas POV it never got boring. There was always more to learn about the characters and the story was fast paced. Just when I thought Dakota was a little too lucky, he saw that kid (technically it was the 2nd time) and you got the impression the little cuttie was scared by other cav. Before you could get annoyed, by cavendish always hitting dead ends and beeing miserable, the whole thing took a turn and he was starting to have similar problems like Dakota, not wanting to risk his carrier and all. Even manipulating Hildegard, which was just such a good chapter.

I like your interpretation of the characters. Dakota is not focused enough to find out what happened and cav is approaching it very systematically , but also gets distracted by all the respect and nice gentleman stuff. (also I personally think cav deals with his self esteem issues more aggressive than sad but it's more of a personal preference.)

I like how the to POV are reversed in mood. (If that makes sense) Vinnie was happy at first while cav was miserable. Then Vinnies Timeline started to show flaws but Cav started to enjoy his more and almost went a little to far.

So yeah I really enjoyed this. The drawings in the chapters are awesome too and I wonder how they will resolve this.

Is the wonderful parallel universe hiding a dark secret?

Does Vinnie even want to go back?

And wouldn't it be mean to drag Vinnie out of a perfect parallel universe, if it could really exist like this? Or could it get boring, if everything always worked out?

I hope this was understandable, english isn't my native language. So yeah.. I hope you can finish this and are happy with how it turns out (and get a lot of readers)

Also one last thing. I adore the little kid (cav). I just love his younger design in general and as a toodler.... so sweet.

THANK YOU!!!!!

Seriously thanks, I’m so happy you enjoyed the fic. I know some parts could use some polish, but as it’s obvious, action is not my best suit haha

Being fast-paced was important to me because there’s very little happening outside the character’s heads, so it would turn boring fast if I didn’t add new goalposts often. I have been planning the story for so long it feels unreal to be at the middle now. Anyway, thanks you a lot for reading and letting me know your thoughts!

Remember that if you wish, you have additional info on @askanl

And don’t worry, I’m not native either, so your English is perfect as far as I’m concerned!

(P.D: Toddler Cav HAD to be a cutie, come on)

#milo murphy's law #a normal life