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0vergrowngraveyard · 3 months

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Tails is missing.

Those three words echoed in Amy's mind as she paced around the Restoration’s control room and to say she was stressed out was a huge understatement.

Not only was Tails one of her closest friends, his big brother didn’t know about it…

And said big brother would be here any second.

They had sent the fox on a simple solo mission. It was easy. Just check out a spot that had a signal where a signal shouldn’t be. He’d done it plenty of times with Sonic so there couldn’t have been any harm in sending him off alone, right?

Wrong. Somehow his comm went offline and his location just vanished. Vanished! Tails never took off his communicator and would make a huge fuss about whenever someone did! He almost glued the watch onto Knuckles’ wrist for crying out loud! Why would he suddenly take his off?

It didn’t make any sense. Tails was way too cautious of this situation to be happening at all.

It was entirely possible that he accidentally turned off his communicator, but the fact that it hadn’t responded for almost 30 minutes shed some doubt on that optimistic train of thought.

Luckily, they had his last known location, which was a few feet away from the point, and that’s why Sonic was on his way over. If anyone could get to that point fast enough, it was him.

Only problem is that Sonic didn’t even know about the kit’s solo mission. Amy didn’t think they had to tell him because Tails was growing into his own hero and, again, it was a simple mission that shouldn’t have even taken him an hour! But, of course, the one time Sonic isn’t involved in any missions that Tails has, it all goes horribly wrong and now she has to explain that to the blue hedgehog who was rapidly approaching her location.

The familiar sound of a dash and volunteers getting angry came from outside the room and her breath hitched.

Chaos, he was here way too soon.

“Hey Ames! Sorry I’m late! Saw a chilidog stand on the way and you know me! Just couldn’t resist.” Sure enough, there was a chilidog in his hand. He took a bite before continuing, “So, what d’you need? What's up?”

If Amy wasn’t sweating before, she sure was now. The way Sonic was staring at her was enough to make her start crying right there. His usual grin and friendly emerald eyes unknowingly stabbing daggers right through her.

It felt like she had betrayed him. His little brother was missing and it was partially her fault. She should’ve just gone with her gut and told him about everything.

She just knew that Tails was working really hard to grow out of Sonic’s shadow (or at least that’s how he phrased it) and she just thought that maybe he’d appreciate getting a solo mission! Show him that the Restoration didn’t just see him as Sonic’s sidekick, but as his own person!

How she wished she could turn back time and stop herself.

“Ames?”

She had been staring.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry, must’ve just spaced out for a second haha!” She laughed nervously leading him over to the computers.

“Ooooookay. So what’s this all about? You said something about checking up on someone?” He asked.

Her heart sank. She had to tell him, there was no dancing around it.

“Yeah… about that,” She anxiously tapped her thumbs together.

Sonic cocked a brow at her, a teasing grin appearing on his muzzle. “Yeah, about that.” The hand not holding the chilidog went to his hip as he leaned into it.

She inhaled sharply.

Just get it over with, he needs to know.

“The person you need to check on is Tails.”

Sonic just stared at her for a few seconds before chuckling a bit. It felt so out of place but he didn’t know that.

“I saw him yesterday. He’s at his workshop.” He took a bite of his food, “Y’know, you should really visit sometime! It’s been awhile!”

When he noticed that Amy wasn’t smiling or looking at all relieved, his grin faltered, “Ames, he’s fine, I’m serious! If you need proof, just check his location!” He brought up his wrist, “Look, I’ll even check it no—“

“Sonic, he’s not at his workshop.” She blurted out before he could check.

The blue hedgehog stared at her as he slowly lowered his wrist. His grin was completely gone, a confused stare taking its place.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

Amy took a shaky breath, “Please…please don’t get mad…”

Now he looked worried. “What? Amy? I won’t, just tell me what’s going on? Where’s Tails?”

You could always tell when Sonic’s patented “Big Brother Mode” was activating. He just had a certain stare he gave you when you even hinted that his little brother may be in trouble. It was a look of worry, fear, and worst of all, anger.

An angry Sonic was a Sonic you didn’t want to mess with. Not much really made him mad, his chill personality was definitely not just a public opinion, but there were a few things in life that really set him off…

and something happening to his little brother was at the very top of that list.

“Sonic, I..” Her voice shook, “I don’t know.”

—————

Sonic had been having a great day. A fantastic day, even.

He had spent it checking out old spots he and Tails used to make camp at, making mental notes that they should spend the night at a few of these locations for old times sake. It could be a week-long camping trip for them! It had been some time since the two of them slept under the stars together!

Visiting these places made him nostalgic in ways he never knew he could feel. He missed the days when all he and his brother had were a backpack and a few heroic deeds to their name. When their biggest worries were Scratch and Grounder, not gods and wars.

Back when his little brother was the sweetest, most adorable little four year old to ever exist (that was a fact, not an opinion).

They were simpler times.

He was so excited to get back home and tell his brother all about his idea so imagine his surprise when he gets a call from the Restoration saying something about needing to check up on someone who wasn’t responding to any calls only to find out that person is supposedly Tails.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He didn’t want to get mad right after he told Amy he wouldn’t, but the hedgehog had no idea how long he’d be able to keep his cool. “Just…just tell me what’s going on.”

Amy turned her gaze to the floor for a few beats, tears pricked her eyes. He started tapping his foot impatiently.

He really didn’t want to be mad at Amy. She was twelve years old and, while she wasn’t in charge of the Restoration anymore, she played a huge part in making sure it stayed afloat. She was already under a lot of stress and raising his voice would not help that.

She inhaled before speaking. “We sent him on a solo mission and his comm suddenly went offline.”

She must’ve seen the look on his face because words came flooding out of her mouth to attempt to explain.

“Sonic, I swear it was nothing dangerous. We just had him go check something out! A weird signal! That’s all!” She cried out. “He’d done it plenty of times before! I-I just thought this wouldn’t be any different! I-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He cut her off. His tone was harsh and he almost cringed at the way it made her wince. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that his worry for his little brother’s safety was strongly overpowering his worry about hurting his friend’s feelings.

It sucked, but he was a big brother first and foremost.

“Because I didn’t think it was a big deal! He's gone to check Chaos Emerald reading on his own, this wasn’t any different! He probably would’ve even been back by now!” The pink hedgehog reasoned, a few tears had slipped down her muzzle.

“Yea, ‘not very different’. Except it’s very different because it was an unknown signal! Not a Chaos Emerald reading! That signal could’ve been anything!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice but damn it, he was stressing out. “And even when he goes to look for Emerald readings on his own, I still know where he is in case of situations like these! I always know where he is because he’s eight years old, Amy! He shouldn’t even be looking for readings alone but he does anyway!”

He didn’t even realize he had thrown his free hand up, still holding onto the chilidog in the other, and walked a few steps away from her. His free hand was on his forehead as his mind flooded with all the scenarios his baby brother could be in right now. Images of Tails being scared and/or hurt and his screams of pain played over and over again.

Finally, he turned to look at Amy. For a lack of better words, she looked awful. Her quills were a mess and she looked seconds away from breaking down.

“How long?” He asked

“W-what?”

“How long has his communicator been offline?”

It took a few beats for her to finally respond. “Around 30 minutes ago…”

All Sonic could do was stare. The chilidog in his hand fell to the floor with a disgusting splat.

30 minutes. 30 whole minutes. Chaos knows what happened to his little brother and it took them 30 minutes to call him?! Why was he even told to come to the Restoration HQ? He should’ve been at his last known location by now figuring out what happened!

Oh Chaos what if it was too late. It had to be, right? Sure, 48 hours was usually the crucial time when it came to missing children, but in this line of work, even just 5 minutes alone could spell disaster, let alone 30!

“30 minutes…why didn’t you just send me the coordinates?! Why did you ask me to come here?!”

“I don’t know! I- I just panicked! This has never happened before and I didn’t know what to do!” She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her muzzle as she held her face in her hands.

He felt bad for yelling at her, he hated yelling at his younger friends, but self control was something that was in limited supply at the moment. He looked at the floor, his quills raised as if the knowledge of Tails possibly being in danger meant that the hedgehog was in danger as well.

His legs were itching to just get out of this damn room.

“I’m so sorry, Sonic…Tails could be hurt and it’s all my fault…I should’ve told you…I shouldn’t have even sent him alone…I’m so sorry…” She cried into her hands.

Sonic didn’t respond to her.

Instead, he looked around the room at all the Mobians who were staring at him in fear. None of them had ever seen the hero this upset before.

“Someone send me his last known coordinates.” He demanded. “Now.”

One of the volunteers at the computer quickly typed something into the device and clicked the mouse a few times. His own communicator in his wrist lit up with a notification.

A set of coordinates on the outskirts of White Park Zone.

With the location already memorized, he gave a nod to the Mobian at the computer who sent him a shaky thumbs up back.

He looked back down at Amy. He wanted to say something, wanted to say that it wasn’t her fault and that everything would be okay, but he couldn’t find his voice.

He ran out of the HQ, pushing himself to go faster and faster. He’d already wasted too much time talking.

‘Hang tight, keed. I’m on my way.’ He thought as the boom of a broken sound barrier shook the area around him.

—————

Somewhere far from White Park Zone, a little fox slowly opened his blue eyes. A headache pounding against his skull as he tried to make sense of the area around him through his concussion.

He didn’t remember much, only the feeling of something hard hitting the back of his head and blacking out. He remembered he was checking something out for Amy, it had been his first solo mission for the Restoration! Except that mission seemed to have gone wrong.

He just hoped his brother wasn’t mad at him.

#and then sonic ripped mobius apart dark gaia style #local 8 year old gets kidnapped. his first thought is ‘damn i hope sonic isn’t mad at me’#i’m sorry amy 😭#sorry if this is a weirdly written at all #it was a little rushed #just a tad #still debating if i want to turn this into a larger project #a lot of my ideas have been extremely dark so i might need someone to be my second opinion-#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #miles tails prower #fic

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wickedscribbles · 3 years

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Request #1 “Grow As We Go”

Request #1 for @macheremademoiselle -- fluffy oneshot of obi and ziva of their baby being born or her telling him she’s pregnant.

*This oneshot does NOT take place in the Come What May storyline!*

(I wrote this instead of finishing something else I was supposed to do, so it’s a little early :P Hope you like it!! )

Masterlist

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Original Female Character, Ziva Courtee (Second Person Perspective)

Rating: Teen (some swearing)

Tags: mentions of nausea/vertigo/vomiting, overconcerned Obi, FLUFF

Word Count: 1.3 K (oops :P)

Be sure to let me know if you’d like to be tagged when I upload! :) I’ll add you to the tag list.

Requests are currently open! Send me a character and scenario and I’ll fill the prompt! Trying to do three a week, in the order they were sent in.

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Your breakfast doesn’t taste right.

“Does this seem...I don’t know. Off to you?” you spoon a bite of your jogan berry parfait out for Obi-Wan, who’s busy reading off of his datapad. Not looking up, he opens his mouth and takes the spoon between his teeth. Swallows. Thinks about it.

“Er, no? I can’t say it’s my favorite, but it just tastes like jogan berry to me.” He relinquishes the now-clean spoon and looks up to meet your eyes. “Why?”

You frown. They only serve these parfaits in the Temple in early spring, when the berries are ripe, and you’ve just missed the peak of the season. Your best memories of springtime all taste like jogan berry parfait, and the sweet flavor is nothing like the bitter mess you’ve just put in your mouth.

“I don’t know,” you say sadly, and push the little bowl away.

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It’s a perfect night for stargazing. Here at the highest level of Coruscant, the air is clear and sweet in the early summer. What little traffic goes by at this time is so far away that it’s barely even noticeable. Obi-Wan has a blanket tucked under his arm, and you’re in charge of the telescope.

If only there weren’t so many kriffing stairs. Have there always been so many stairs to get to the highest spire of the Temple? Your heart is pounding, and Obi-Wan is several steps ahead of you after a few flights.

This is just embarrassing. Years of Jedi training, fighting in a war, and some stairs are handing your ass to you. You’ll be fine. You just need to lean your head against the cool, stone wall for a moment. With a sigh, you do just that, closing your eyes as you catch your breath.

“Ziva? Sweetheart?”

Only seconds pass before Obi-Wan’s concerned voice reaches you. When you open your eyes, he’s right in front of you. A flash of worry through your bond tells you that he had to double back, and had lost you behind him a good distance.

“What’s the matter?” the back of his hand brushes your forehead, and you realize you’re damp with sweat.

“It’s fine, I just --” you avert your eyes, embarrassed to even admit to it, “I got tired.”

He looks at you for a long moment. “Do you still want to -- should we go back?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just had to catch my breath. Come on.”

Obi-Wan stays quiet, but moves to walk behind you, as if afraid you’ll faint and fall to your death so many floors below. Every once and awhile, when you falter, his hand comes up to steady you. You roll your eyes, but you’re grateful he’s behind you, letting you set the pace.

Looking back, you should have had your suspicions then. Since this is your body, you thought that surely the change would have been more monumental. Like a shout, not a whisper. But soon, things become too obvious to ignore.

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Two weeks later, you wake up so dizzy that it’s hard to stand. Even moving your eyes is enough to make you whimper and curl deeper into the blankets, just wishing it would stop. Obi-Wan is in the middle of a Council meeting, but you comm and ask him to stop by the Halls of Healing for something to help with the vertigo.

Of course, darling. Back soon. You hungry? Want something from the refectory?

Oh, fuck. Even the thought of eating something sends angry waves of nausea roiling in your gut. You try to breathe through it, saliva pooling in your mouth, but it’s too late. Flinging the blanket off of yourself, you make a mad dash for the fresher, thankful that at least Obi-Wan isn’t here to hear you dry heave into the sink.

When the feeling passes, you wobble to the floor, pressing your cheek to the cool tiles.

“Kriff,” you mutter to yourself, miserable. You must have picked up some sort of stomach bug when you were off planet last week. The locals had warned you not to drink the tap water, but had you listened? No. Your Pantoran immune system has never led you astray. Until now.

Obi-Wan will be back any minute. If he sees you lying here, he’ll just worry even more than he already is. With a few steadying breaths, you push yourself up, arm muscles wobbling. That’s when it catches your eye -- the implant chip. The birth control that you’d had placed in your right arm, right when you and Obi-Wan had started dating.

It’s expired.

No. No, that isn’t right. The chip’s good for three years, and it’s been… You count in your head. Then count again, trying to remember the last time you had a period.

Oh.

You’re going to need more than vertigo meds.

At some point in your silent realization, Obi-Wan comes home, looking for you everywhere but where you sit cross-legged in the doorway of the fresher. He’s calling your name, but your mouth is having trouble forming words.

When he finds you, he frowns. “Gave me a scare. Why didn’t you answer?” He catches your expression. “Are you alright?”

You’re about to be a lot more scared, you think.

“I, um,” you say hoarsely, throat sore from bile. You clear it, unsure of where to begin. “You need to take me to the Healers.”

Obi-Wan kneels beside you, eyes full of concern. “Are you worse than this morning? What’s wrong, sweetheart? If it’s urgent I can just comm someone here --”

With a deep breath, you thread your fingers through his. “Obi-Wan. Um. I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.”

He cycles through a myriad of different emotions. If you weren’t so terrified, it might have been funny. Shock, confusion, terror, surprise, hope. After you’ve sprung this on him, what settles on his face is a tentative mix of happiness and hope. Light and fluttery in his half of your Force bond, like believing it’s real would be too good to be true.

“Really?” Kriff, the way he’s looking at you. His eyes are all bright, darting from your flat stomach to your face. He places his free hand on your belly, like he could feel a difference when you can’t be any more than six or eight weeks along. “Are you -- you really think so?”

“My birth control chip is expired, and I can’t remember when I had my last period, and --” you stop, cocking your head. Obi-Wan is radiating gentle warmth and happiness, still looking at you like you’re the brightest of Coruscant’s four moons. “Do you -- you’re not scared out of your mind right now? What are we going to do?”

“Ziva, calm down.” The hand in yours gives a light squeeze. “We’ll go to the Hall of Healing, like you asked. You’ll get a pregnancy test. And if it’s positive, we will love and treasure this little one every second that they grow inside you.”

“You make it sound so simple,” you whisper, your throat getting tight with tears. The two of you had talked about children before, but it was all happening so fast. Were you even ready?

“You will be a wonderful mother, love. I know it.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

About eight months later, on a crisp winter morning, you get to meet the little one who had caused you so much panic. Obi-Wan is inconsolable, fussing over you, fussing over his newborn son, always in motion to make sure that both of you have everything that you need.

As you drift off to sleep in the hush of the delivery room, you realize something. The galaxy is not as wide as everyone says it is. It is two people. The love of your life, and the child he helped you bring into it.

#obi wan fanfiction #obiwan fanfiction #wickedscribbles #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan x reader #obiwan x oc #obi-wan x oc #ziva courtee #not smut for once

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solohux · 3 years

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For the Hurt/Comfort prompts

Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux

'Just listen to my heartbeat, okay?'

It’s hard for Hux to think of his alpha as mortal. Kylo exudes such power and prowess that seeing him bleed is enough to break Hux’s heart a thousand times over. Every scar on the alpha’s body is a harsh reminder of his vulnerability, of his imperilled quest to rid the galaxy of its chaos.

“I won’t stop until you’re king of everything,” Kylo had said the previous night whilst his omega ran his fingers over his scars. “Everything.”

Hux’s chest had welled up with honour, and with fear.

The panicked word of the Supreme Leader’s grievous injuries reaches the bridge of the Finalizer quickly as the Knights of Ren rush their master back for desperate treatment, cutting off the frequency before the Grand Marshal can say anything else.

General Mitaka is by Hux’s side in a flash, asking if he’s alright but Hux feels as though he’s underwater, everything drowned out but the feeling of Kylo’s immense pain through their bond. Everywhere hurts.

“He’ll be okay, sir,” Mitaka is saying, ushering Hux away from the edge of the comm trenches of the bridge with a hand upon his lower back. “He always is.”

He always is. Hux’s Grand Marshal persona is slipping away, becoming nothing more than an omega terrified for his mate’s life and thinking of nothing else, letting everything else leave his mind except for things that will help his mate get through this.

“A-alert medical,” Hux commands, staring blindly at the floor. “Tell them to ready a bacta tank.”

A chorus of loyal ‘yes, sir!’ sings from around the bridge as every officer sets to work on doing what they can for their Supreme Leader’s return. A path is cleared from the hangar bay to the medical wing, ensuring that no officer, droid or stormtrooper will be in the way whilst Kylo is whisked from his ship to the tank, giving them as much time as they can against the Supreme Leader’s deteriorating state.

The walk to medical is a blur for Hux; if it weren’t for the guiding beeps and whistles of BB-9E, he doubts whether he would have made it there on time to meet the Knights of Ren and their precious cargo but Kylo is nowhere to be seen as the dirt-and-blood covered Knights stand in the corridor of medbay, fussing in a semi-circle with each other. Despite all being alphas, none of them seem ferocious now.

“Where is he?” Hux asks, face pale. “Where’s my Ren? I have to see him—”

“They’re prepping him for the tank, Grand Marshal,” Vicrul says, putting her hand up to stop Hux from entering the treatment room behind them. “He…he’s in a bad way.”

Hux stands on his tip-toes for a moment, trying to see into the room but with the doors closed, he shrinks back down in disappointment, “What happened?”

The Knights all share a glance. Vicrul and Ap’lek take each other’s hands before they bow their heads.

“Wait,” Hux takes a step back, taking in each of the Knights individually before a coldness overtakes him. “There are only five of you.”

Ap’lek raises her head, “Kuruk fell.”

“No,” Hux says. “What—”

But crashed and startled yells interrupt them, chaos sounding out from behind the doors.

“Ren!” Hux dashes into the treatment room, finding that his alpha is in the tank already but he’s thrashing. Wearing nothing but tight, black shorts and a breathing apparatus over his mouth and nose, the alpha’s wounds are heart stopping. His body is covered in slashes that could have only been made by a lightsaber, cutting through his skin in massive lacerations that there’s no doubt that they’ll scar. A starburst-shaped blaster wound sits in the middle of his chest, one that continues to weep blood as he twists and turns against the liquid’s flow as though fighting an invisible enemy.

“Ren, stop!” But he’s thrashing in the tank, clearly confused and afraid and hurt. The medics and droids alike are at a loss of what to do, all yelling for the alpha to remain calm or else they’ll have to tranquilise him; Hux knows that Kylo’s powers and drugs do not interact well. Already, the glass of the tank looks as though it’s about to crack as the alpha presses his palms against the sides, wanting to break free.

“I know you can hear me,” Hux says, trying to keep his panic at bay as he steps up to the glass of the tank, staring up at his mate’s pained expression. “You have to calm down, Ren. You’re only going to make things worse. Please, just relax.”

The omega expects Kylo’s voice to fill his mind like it usually does when words won’t suffice but all he can sense is his mate’s fear. The pain of his wounds and the grief of losing to the Jedi and witnessing the death of one of his Knights is all too much for the wounded alpha, his amber-coloured eyes wide and terrified.

“Kylo? Kylo, listen to me,” Hux takes his right glove off and presses it to the tank, taking calming and cleansing breaths to focus on the feeling of the claim mark on his neck; the source of their bond. “Just listen to my heartbeat, okay? Nothing else. Just me.”

Their bond thrums with energy, pulsing now with each beat of Hux’s heart, the focal point of Kylo’s life. Hux sighs. Regardless of the situation, it’s the only way the omega knows how to bring calmness back to Kylo’s tumultuous and tormented mind; after nightmares, during fits of blinding rage, before the darkest nights creep up on him. The comforting sound of Hux’s beating heart soothes Kylo to no end; now should be no different.

Hux watches as his alpha’s breathing begins to steady and his movements stop, his darting gaze coming to rest upon Hux on the other side of the glass.

“That’s it,” Hux whispers. “I’m here.”

Kylo swallows hard, lifting one of his bloodied palms to mirror where Hux’s rests on the tank’s surface. Composure returned, the medics and droids continue their work around the mated pair, careful not to disturb them.

‘Hux,’ Kylo projects, his voice weak and hoarse inside of the omega’s mind. ‘I lost…’

“There’ll be time to grieve, Ren, time for all of you.” Hux replies softly, looking back over his shoulder to see the Knights standing at the door, all leaning on or touching each other in some form. The omega pouts sadly, wishing he could find words to aid them but he can’t fathom their loss so he turns back to his mate, wiping away his falling tears. “But you must heal first, yes? I…we can’t have you hurting yourself like this.”

Kylo rolls his eyes. ‘Yes, my love.’

“Do not take that tone with me, Kylo Ren,” Hux pulls his hand away from the glass to point at the alpha on the other side. “I could have lost you today.”

‘You didn’t. Your heartbeat saved me.’

Hux bites his lip, unable to take any more. “Yes. Well. You promised me that you wouldn’t stop until I’m king, remember? And am I king yet? No, I’m not. So rest up and get back out there, hm? You’ve got a galaxy to conquer.”

An echo of a chuckle rings in Hux’s mind, making him smile in return, but Kylo’s presence is fading as unconsciousness lurks and Hux can only watch as his eyes slowly close and the sound of the respirator fills the room.

No one comments when the Grand Marshal begins to nest in the treatment room, creating a snug nook beside Kylo’s bacta tank where he spends his free time whilst his alpha is healing. The remaining Knights lock the door at night and find comfort in Hux’s presence, joining him in his nest next to the tank until they’re all sleeping in a pile beside their alpha, waiting for him to wake.

A pack always takes care of their own.

#kylux #omega hux #alpha kylo #kor #kylo's knights #m:writing #abo #tw blood #tw minor character death #also all of the Knights of Ren are girls fight me

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abarbaricyalp · 3 years

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Sambucky, sharing clothes? Bucky stealing Sam's airforce shirts?

Friend, Bucky in air force shirts is my favorite image

TW: Vomiting and Illness in section V

This is a 5+1 and I'm only posting section I here because I don't want to clog up anyone's dash. You can read the full fic on AO3 here

The Truths Beneath Our Ribs

Coming back to the VA after the Potomac--triskelions?-- was weird. Part of him was expecting his boss to bar him from the premises and part of him was expecting his groups to shy away from him and his minor newfound celebrity. But, after two sessions, none of that had happened. He was still just a guy cleaning up a room on his own.

Until he wasn’t. He’d heard the door open and had called over his shoulder, “What’s up?” and finished tossing paper cups into the trash before turning around. Someone he couldn’t immediately recognize in a hoodie was grabbing armfuls of metal chairs and racking them up on the rods on the wall.

Sam leaned back against the refreshments table. “You need someone to talk to?” he suggested. “Can’t just take the free labor, y’know,” he joked.

The figure ran gloved hands over the edges of the suspended chairs and then slowly reached up to slip the hood off. Really, the hair should’ve given it away, but Sam’s brain wasn’t even close to that train of thought, so he didn’t recognize the Winter Soldier until he turned around.

If the table was any sturdier, Sam might’ve flipped over it. As it was, he stumbled back into it as he scrambled to right himself. By design, there was nothing that could be used as a weapon in the room--except maybe the chairs, of which there was a super soldier between Sam and them. Sam had forfeit his pocket knife at the door and he wasn’t sure there’d be anyone to hear him call out during this lunch hour.

The Winter Soldier--Barnes--looked pained and he took a step back. “I’m not… I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, voice rasping and damaged. Sam couldn’t help but wonder if it was from disuse or the shouting match he’d gotten into with Steve.

Or breathing in Potomac River water rescuing Steve.

Because it had to have been Barnes that dived in after him, right? Pulled him onto the bank and left him to cough and sputter his way back to life? There’d been no one else there.

It’d been almost two weeks.

Barnes looked clean enough, all things considered. Hair washed, new clothes--even if they didn’t fit quite right--a beard coming in along his jaw.

“Why Air Force?” Sam asked, nodding at the hoodie Barnes was wearing. It was as much of a truce that Sam was willing to offer.

Clearly it took the other man by surprise and he took another step back, looking down at the jacket like it was the first time he was seeing it. Which, maybe brain torture did that to short term memory. “Oh. Um,” he began and smoothed a thumb over the hem of the shirt.

Which was about the same time Sam noticed a grease stain at the shoulder and a hole in the bottom of the front pocket and the way the screen printing had peeled off on the bottom corner of the C.

“Is that my hoodie?” he asked, indignant, suddenly uncaring that it was the Winter Soldier in front of him. “Were you in my house? Are those my jeans?”

Barnes smoothed his hands over his thighs. “Your jeans wouldn’t fit me,” he said, which almost sounded like a personality. “I took them out of… Steve Rogers’ bag. You should put a lock on your sliding door.”

Sam could strangle him.

“What the hell were you doing in my house?” he asked.

Barnes looked down again, scuffed a boot against the tile, tugged at the hoodie. “I was looking for you,” he finally admitted. “I’ve...learned a lot. And I know there’s still so much ahead of me. I’m trying to...get my head on right. I--”

“You should be talking to Steve. I don’t have any answers for you.”

Barnes’ face screwed to one side, not quite a snarl, not quite a frown, something indecisive and confused, like the man in front of him. “I don’t want answers. I want to...figure it out on my own. I want them to be my thoughts.”

Sam wondered how long it had been since Barnes had been allowed that.

“I just needed to...see you. Well, not you. But if you’re okay, I know that the… that Steve Rogers is okay. I know you were helping him at the hospital and afterwards. If you left him alone, let him leave the house, he must have recovered.”

“You should go talk to him,” Sam said again. And wasn’t that a change? Sam had thought he’d never want the Winter Soldier near Steve again. Clearly Steve’s head wasn’t screwed on right around the guy. But the man standing in front of him was not the Winter Soldier. Not in any way that mattered. Not so far anyway. This seemed much more like the man Steve was so sure existed under the mask and eye makeup. And, dammit, Sam wanted to help him.

“No. Not yet,” Barnes said. “I’m not going to tell you not to tell him because I know what I say doesn’t matter to you. I mean, hell, you argue about what avocados to buy in a crate full of identicals. You’ve got opinions that you stick to.” And there was that personality again, which Sam was already getting irritated with. “But can you give me enough time to put your hoodie back and get a ticket out of here?”

“Where are you gonna go, Barnes? You think the Winter Soldier is only wanted in America?”

Barnes’ eyes lit at his name but Sam wasn’t sure the man even realized it. “I know I’m not, but I’m good at lying low. I can make it work. Somewhere quiet.”

“Steve isn’t gonna stop looking for you,” Sam said.

“He will,” Barnes answered. “Something else will attack the world and he’ll have no choice. He’s still gotta play Captain America.”

Sam thought back to history lessons about abandoned USO tours and the sight of the shield falling from the Triskelion as he heard Steve say ‘I’m not gonna fight you’ over the comms. He was pretty certain the one thing that always ensured Steve didn’t play Captain America was the man standing in front of him.

“I’m not leading him astray for you,” he said finally. “But I won’t tell him I saw you unless he asks. Not at first.”

Barnes looked up at him, all wide eyed and surprised, and the name Bucky suddenly fit a lot better. “Thank you,” he said, took a step forward, thought better of it, and then stepped towards the door. “I’ll be gone by nightfall.”

“I don’t know what Steve’s doing,” Sam warned. “He could be back at the house by the time you get there.”

“Maybe I’ll just leave your hoodie in the bushes outside,” Barnes threatened. Sam glared at him. Barnes stared right back. “I know to check for people inside before I barge in.”

“I don’t know what goes on in that cyborg brain of yours,” Sam scoffed.

“More than goes on in yours,” Barnes answered. Sam was about to kick up the biggest fuss when he realized the corner of Barnes’ mouth had turned up just enough to dimple his cheek.

“Get out of here before I change my mind,” Sam said, waving a hand to the door, which was about the first time he realized he wasn’t shaking or even flushed. The fear of the Winter Soldier had dissipated almost as instantly as it had washed over him.

Barnes paused in the door like he was about to say something but a woman from one of Sam’s other groups walked in right then. She gave Barnes an appreciative once over as they passed.

“He’s cute,” she said pointedly.

“Ugh, as if,” Sam said. “What’s up?” And because he was a damn professional, he didn’t let his eyes slip back to the door to see if Barnes was sticking around.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #fanfic #writing #i answer things

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rae-is-typing · 5 years

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Minor Injury, Overprotective Bucky

Anonymous requested: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fem!teen!reader where she gets injured on a mission and the whole team freaks out and they are all super protective of her after, especially bucky because he sees her as a little sister? Thanks!

Characters: You, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, and a random medic

Warnings: Explosions, sprained ankle, being picked up against one's will

Disclaimer: this ain't my best work. I know this is an excuse, but im on a trip w/o WiFi so I wrote this super fast on my phone. I'm so sorry :(

Word count: 1.3k

You really didn't hurt yourself that badly. Bucky was just overreacting.

The mission was simple: get a file from an active HYDRA base and skedaddle before you got yourself hurt.

Easy, right?

Apparently not.

You jumped off the Quinn Jet (with a parachute, thank you very much Mr. Barnes) and landed several yards away from the base.

You abandoned the parachute and began to run to the base. You sprinted through thicket and trees, humid summer heat coupled with the natural atmosphere of the location meant you were already dripping sweat.

You slowed to a jog and eventually to a stop behind a large tree as you reached the base.

A few unsuspecting HYDRA agents were surrounding a few vehicles, examining them and talking. Guards stood at the door in the south entrance and others along the fence.

You bit your lip, slowly creeping along the tree line until it was safe for you to start running again.

You broke into a run, taking care as to not make a ton of noise. You managed to make your way to the east entrance where it was significantly less guarded.

One guard sat by the entrance, one leg folded over the other and his hat covering his face. His head was tipped back.

You smirked. Score.

You jogged to the entrance. The steel door towered above you. You looked at it, bit your lip and took a step back. There was a small black box sitting on the wall by the gigantic door. You looked back to the guard, spotting an ID badge.

You held your breath as you reached for the badge, making as little noise as possible. As soon as the cool plastic badge met your skin, you paused. He squirmed in his seat, adjusted his hat and settled.

You let out your breath and went back to stealing the idiot's badge. You unclipped it and shot back to the door. You held the bagel to the box. No sound was made as the door opened. You slipped in and opened the digital map Stark had given to everyone.

You needed to head back to the southern part of the base to retrieve the file in question. You looked around, spotting a vent.

"Fri, are the vents safe?" You whisper, beginning to pull of the cover.

"Yes. They are safe to move through." Friday responds after a moment.

After you pull of the metal cover, you army crawl to the southern part of the base.

Your elbows hurt as you crawled to where you were supposed to be. There wasn't a semblance of a doubt in your mind that they'd be bruised when you were getting your mandatory post-mission check up by the medics.

"You are in the right location, Y/N." Friday's automated voice range through the comms. "There is a cover a few feet in front of you."

"Thanks, Fri." You grunted, continuing to the vent cover.

"Anyone below me?"

"Negative."

You kicked out the cover and slid out of the vents. The only thing in the room was a huge system of monitors filling the area. You dashed towards them, immediately beginning to hack them.

The only reason your were on the team was because of you ability to hack into any machine that was put in front of you. It was your superpower.

Halfway through your task, you heard a crash, gunshots and yelling.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You snap, typing quicker. You thrust the flash drive into the computer system and begin uploading the file. The yelling got louder and the gunshots didn't stop. It was getting closer to you. Your hair stood on end as you urged the file to upload at a faster pace. Soon enough, a large boom resounded through the base and the floor shook.

"Y/L/N! Get outta there!" You heard Clint yell.

"The file's almost uploaded!" You tell back. It was at 98%.

"How much longer? This place is going to blow soon, kid!"

"Like, a few seconds." You say, already gripping the end of the hard drive. As soon as it hit 100%, you yanked it out and sprinted to the nearest exit with Friday's guidance.

You got out just in time for the place to be blown to smithereens. The impact of the blast sent you flying. You landed on your ankle and instantly felt pain shoot up your leg. Your body slammed on the ground, effectively knocking the air from your system.

You clutch your foot and clench your teeth to keep from screaming out in pain.

"Y/N? Come in!" Clint's worried voice rang in your ear. "Y/N!"

"I'm alive. But in pain. My ankle- I don't know what happened. I don't think I can walk." You manage to bring out, tearing up a little bit.

"Okay. Barnes is on his way to you. Did you get the file?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Good job, kid. Hang tight, help is coming."

You press two fingers around your ankle, checking for any broken bone. You couldn't feel any tell tale signs of a fracture. Biting your lip, you manage to scoot a couple feet back to rest against a tree.

Bucky came within the minute, face masked by his suit. He said nothing as he picked you up and began to run to the jet. You press your face against his chest and let yourself cry a little. The jostling didn't help your pain at all, and the throbbing just got worse.

Everyone was waiting on the Quinn Jet for the two of you. Bucky placed you gently on one of the cots. Bruce managed to roll up your panteg enough to reveal your now swollen ankle. He made a face while.checking it out. You wince sharply, tensing up.

"This looks like a really bad sprain. I'll order an x-ray for it as soon as we get back. Here, take this. It'll help with the pain and swelling." He placed two white pills in your hand and gave you a water bottle along with it. You take it without fuss.

"Thanks. Here's the file." You pass him the hard drive.

You lay back in the cot. The pain wore off, as did your adrenaline. You only meant to close your eyes for a moment, not the rest of the trip.

Jostling woke you up.

"Buck?" You ask, rubbing an eye.

"Hey, doll. You got yourself pretty hurt back there."

"I didn't mean to fuck my ankle up." You frown, indignant. "You can put me down. I'm sure I'm fine."

"Not happening, kid. Stevie's told me that too many times."

The medics took their time when examining you. The results came back, and Bruce was right. It was just a really bad sprain.

"Alright, Y/N. Ice it a few times a day, elevate it and get some rest. Take some ibuprofen for pain and swelling. Come back if the pain gets worse."

You nod. "Thanks."

The medic smiles. "Here are some crutches,"

You take them and hobble to the conference room where everyone else was debriefing.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You turn your head to see a freshly showered Bucky crossing his arms with an eyebrow cocked.

"The debriefing."

"No you're not. You are going straight to bed, young lady."

"Excuse me?" You laugh.

"You heard me. Bed."

"I'm going to the debriefing." You turn back, hobbling forward the best you could.

"Alright, c'mon." He easily catches up to you. He put his hands on the crutches, pulled one away and picked you up.

You squeaked and threw your arms around his neck. "Put me down!"

"Nope. I'm gonna come down later and grab these for you so you don't have to worry bout a thing, doll. You're resting."

"No," you say, pushing against his chest, surely looking like a toddler throwing a fit. Bucky chuckles, continuing to your room.

"Rest first. You need to get better."

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amethystunarmed · 4 years

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Nothing But

Relationships: Dabi/Hawks

Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Referenced Violence and Character Death, Referenced Child Abuse

Word Count: 1892

Part of the Truth Series Part 2 Part 3

AO3 Link

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Hawks gets hit with a truth quirk right before a meeting with Dabi. Dabi thinks it'll be fun. It isn't.

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To be honest, the fight hadn’t been hard. Most villains see Hawks’s lazy complaints and the pretty boy smiles and forget why he’s Number Two. Forget that his speed is not the only thing to fear, but that his technique is unmatched, even by Endeavor. So when he shot out his feathers, pinning bank robbers to walls, there isn’t a lot of fuss. Just that the woman nearest to where he landed reached towards him. He leans back, trying to get out of the way. God only knows what kind of quirk she could have. But even as his feathers drag her away, her fingers brush against his wrist with glowing yellow light.

Fuck.

The fight is already over, Hawks can tell. The would-be robbers struggle against his bonds, but none of them appear to have the strength or flame quirks that would really put him in trouble. He has time to check himself over for injuries. He looks at his wrist, examines it for any burns or residue but there’s nothing there. Huh... She must have missed him. Still, he didn’t like the way she was smirking at him.

The effects of the quirk only really became apparent once the EMTs arrived. Though no one had really been hurt, it was standard procedure to be checked over before returning to work. Hawks was annoyed by the delay. His patrols had been right at its end when the call about the robbers came over his comm. At this rate, he would be late for his meeting with Dabi, something the villain, despite the many times he’d made Hawks wait, was incredibly unforgiving about.

“You seem alright, Hawks,” the EMT said, sticking her penlight back in the pocket of her uniform, “Not even a scrape. Anything else happen that I should know about?”

“I mean, I think one of the villains hit me with her quirk,” Hawks says without thinking. Her expression grows concerned, and he curses internally. He offers a dashing smile. “But it didn’t do anything, I feel perfectly fine.” He can tells by the way she’s frowning that she’s unfortunately good at her job.

“Even so, it would be best for you to go to the hospital,” she tells him, “We can monitor you for any changes. Hawks suppresses his sigh and smiles wider. He’ll just tell her he’ll go home, and call his personal physician if anything happens. It’s a lie he’s said so often, it's starting to feel like the truth. He opens his mouth.

“I’m not allowed to go to the hospital.”

Hawks’s eyes widen.

What the fuck?

The EMT stares agape at him. They just look at each other for a moment.

“I r-really need to go,” Hawks stammers, “I just broke like, 8 NDAs by telling you that.”

What the actual fuck?

He stumbles backwards, wings already flapping. His instincts are screaming at him to get away from the threat, the thing putting his entire existence at risk. Unfortunately, his mouth is just as fast as the rest of him.

The EMT reaches forward, clearly worried, but she keeps her voice soothing and calm. “Hawks, one of the villains is registered as having a truth quirk. I think you’ve been affected-”

“I have to go,” Hawks yammered, “I’m terrified of telling you something that will get you killed.”

What. The. Fuck.

Her hands fall at that, and she stops. She doesn’t say a word as he flies away.

~~~

Hawks slams down on his balcony with one of the worst landings he’s done since he was teenager. His knees ache, but he can’t think about anything other than his heart beating in his ears and the words truth quirk on endless loop. His hands shake as he opens the balcony doors. He can handle this. It can’t last more than a day, maybe two, right? He just has to stay in his apartment and it’ll be fine. The Commission’ll be pissed, but they’ll allow it. Last thing they want is Hawks in the field spilling all their-

“Nice of you to finally show up, little bird.”

Hawks yelps and leaps over his couch, putting some kind of barrier between him and this new threat. It’s only when the man chuckles, that Hawks remembers. Oh fuck. He has a meeting with Dabi.

He smirks down at Hawks.

“What’s got you so jumpy, hero?” Dabi sneers, and Hawks answers him.

“I got hit with a truth Quirk.”

Hawks swiftly contemplates every decision that has gotten him to this moment, starting with his own birth, and regrets all of them.

Dabi’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas Day and Hawks is the present he’s been waiting all year to unwrap.

“Really?” He purrs, “Well, isn’t that incredible.”

Hawks should run. Should push Dabi out of his apartment or lock himself in his room but he doesn’t. He just sits there, mouth half-open, like it can’t wait to tell all his secrets.

“Let’s start with something easy.” Dabi licks his lips. “What do you think of me?”

“I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met and if you stepped on me, I’d thank you.” Hawks clamps his hands over his mouth, but it’s too late. Dabi is already cackling, head tilted back, smile so wide Hawks is afraid he’ll pop a staple. It would have been beautiful if it wasn’t so cruel.

“Not exactly what I meant, but can’t say I’m not flattered.” He takes a step closer to Hawks, greedy eyes still glimmering with power. “And what do you think of hero society?”

That one Hawks doesn’t even bother trying to hold in.

“I’ve grown up in it my whole life, don’t really have an opinion anymore.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “I suppose I’ll have to get more specific.” He reaches out, takes Hawks’s chin between his fingers.

“Are you betraying the League of Villains?”

No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Hawks bites down on his tongue. His eyes scrunch shut with the effort it takes to keep the words in his mouth. He can’t tell him, he can’t let him know, can’t let it all be a waste-

“I am, but I wish I wasn’t.”

Wait, what?

Dabi takes an instinctive step back.

“What?” He echoes and Hawks is too surprised not to answer.

“I wish I wasn’t. I wish I could really be on your side. No one has ever treated me like the League has. I wish I could be a part of it for real.” Hawks isn’t sure why he is still talking. Dabi is looking at him with these horrified eyes, and he just can’t bear it, can’t handle the wait of disappointing someone who’s opinion he values so much. He just wants Dabi to stop looking at him like that. Dabi’s eyes widen and Hawks realizes he’s said all of that out loud. But still, he forges ahead.

“I mean, I don’t agree with everything you do. I don’t like that you kill people. But I’ve killed people. The Hero Commission has killed people. They made me kill Best Jeanist.”

Dabi blinks rapidly. “They knew about that?”

“Oh, they ordered it.” The quirk must be getting worse. There is no time for Hawks to stop, no time for him to fight the stream of words flowing from his mouth. “I told them about your request. I really thought they’d call it. Tell me it wasn’t worth it, that it’d gone too far. I was scared, because I failed my mission, but I was relieved too. I was afraid, because I was really starting to like you.”

Dabi wasn’t moving. Now he was frozen too, just listening to Hawks talk.

“But they told me to keep going. Told me Best Jeanist wasn’t useful anymore and that he could be dispatched. So they gave me his address and I went to visit him and when he turned his back I pulled out one of my longest feathers and stabbed him over and over until he stopped moving. Then I threw up in the sink, used his shower to clean off the blood, and brought him to you. You were so happy with me. Despite everything, that felt nice. My handlers don’t really tell me when I do well, just when I have things I need to fix.” Hawks feels like he’s drunk. He’s never been drunk before (except for that one time on Rumi’s birthday when he blacked out) but he is certain this is how it must feel. His head is swimming and the world is shifting in and out of focus and he can’t fucking shut up.

“What the fuck? Handlers? Why do you have handlers?”

“I’m an asset. All assets have handlers.” Dabi is staring at him like he can’t comprehend Hawks’s words and the thing inside of him propels him forward. “They make sure I continue to be an appropriate representation of the Hero Commission.”

Dabi frowns. “The hell does that mean?”

“Make me train. Keep me presentable. File down my talons, give me speech lessons to reduce the bird noises I make.”

“That's... that's real fucked up.”

Hawks nods and his head feels like a balloon. “It is. It’s one of the reasons I like spending time at the hideout. No one cares if I eat raw meat or if I tweet when I’m happy. I crushed an apple in my grip yesterday and Toga cheered. It was surreal. Normally I get punished.”

“If you hate it so much, why don’t you leave?”

“I have nothing else. They bought me when I was a kid.” Everything Hawks has held close, everything he told himself wasn’t true, everything he repressed, it all comes tumbling out. “I mean, they asked me if I wanted to go, to be a hero, but they knew my parents beat the shit out of me. They knew I wasn’t going to turn down a chance to get away from that. But it didn’t matter. They got the weapon they wanted. They made me perfect. If I fail, they punish me, so I won’t do it again, that’s why I can’t leave. They’ll kill me, or worse. Probably worse. They’ve invested too much in me to get rid of me. So they’ll just chain me up until I’m obedient again. Until I’m theirs again.”

“So I don’t really have an option,” Hawks continues and he feels tears streaming down his cheeks and his voice cracks with sobs but still he can’t stop talking. “The Hero Commission uses me, the League of Villains uses me, it doesn’t really matter. I’m used to it. It’s what I’m good for. Even you use me. I don’t mind that as much though, even though I should. It’s nice when it’s you.” A sob wracks his chest.

“Do-“

“Please don’t ask me any more questions,” Hawks begs, “I’ll do anything, just stop, please.” Dabi pauses, more hesitant and gentle that Hawks thought possible, before nodding. And finally, with no more words left to give, Hawks wraps his wings around himself and weeps.

At some point, Dabi leans against him, begins running his fingers through his hair. Hawks knows he should be disgusted, should shove him away, but instead he leans closer, desperate for the comfort. He reaches his wing around Dabi, and hides them away from the world together.

#dabihawks #bnha #my hero academia #bnha hawks #bnha dabi #mha #bnha spoilers #hotwings #takami keigo #tw child abuse #My writing #my fanfic #my bnha fanfic #the truth series

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ahrencmeptn · 2 months

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This is why Heavy stays in his corner. He is much happier not participating in whatever is happening over there.

#I Feel Fine ;; Heavy #All The Fuss ;; Dash Comm #me peeking onto the dash: what in the blazes--

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spkyscry-aa · 7 months

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...Did her potential rescuer just admit to maybe being drunk right now?

#who are you? ;; the princess #what's all the fuss ;; dash comm #i'm sorry but that was SO funny to me fsr ajksbdjhksadhjsa

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spkyscry-a · 1 year

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“...roight, why’s th’ pocket-sized dino givin’ me th’ gore-you-eyes?”

#Heart Goes Pound Pound Pound ;; Rat in the Wall #What's All The Fuss ;; Dash Comm #exists for .5 seconds and about to get obliterated

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1-800-gaygentsofshield · 4 years

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Steamy Stakeout: Skimmons

They’ve been friends with behinifits for a while, sneaking into each other’s bunks and fucking in the suply closet to release pent up stress. It was a good arrangement, releasing all the stress that comes with the job at the hands of a gorgeous teammate. So, it’s no surprise that when the they were required to stakeout together in a small cabin, things got sexual. They’ve talked about it before, usuing toys to add a new layer of pleasure, but they’ve never found the time to. Until now. Daisy jumped at the opportunity to use her new toy, a large strap on, on Jemma when she heard they were paired for the stakeout.

When they got to the cabin it was cold as hell, with one bed, and a small amount of blankets. Perfect. It was like she was in a fan fiction. Daisy soon went to work starting a fire as Jemma started making the pair dinner, knowing a large snow storm was coming their way. The pairs were Jemma and Daisy, Fitz and Mack, and Bobbi and Hunter. Coulson was basically putting all the couples in the same cabin, Jemma and Daisy more or less a couple but still.

The crack pop of the fire soon fills the cabin, along with a warm amber glow as Daisy walks over to Jemma. “Hey Jems..” Daisy trails off, her voice low as her arms wrap around Jemmas waist. “Yes love?” The bit hums, cutting their sandwiches in half. It’s her signature prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with a hint of her homemade pesto aioli. The hacker slowly pulls off Jemmas SHEILD issued winter jacket and hangs it up, giving her perfect figure a once over. “Remember when we talked about usuing toys?” Daisy asks, standing next to Jemma and leaning on the counter. The scientist nods and hands Daisy her sandwich, giving her a look for her to continue. “Well, if you’re feeling stressed and need a relapse later, I have a new toy help with that.” She grins and Jemmas eyes widen, her cheeks flushing as images flash through her mind. “Even if I’m not stressed later, can we try out your new friend?” Jemma asks, looking down at her hands at what she just implied. Daisy’s cocky grin falters as her heart rate quickens. They only kiss and fuck after stressful missions, needing to release all of it, but they’ve never just done it. Like out of the blue, no stressful mission, no life threatening event, never. Her grin returns at full force as her hands gently rest on Jemmas waist, “Is it because you’re excited to meet my new toy or is it because you miss me?” She whispers, placing a kiss underneath Jemmas ear. The brit blushes as Daisy pulls back, waiting for her response. “A-A bit of both..” She smiles sheepily, playing with her fingers. “You miss me? Since when has Jemma Simmons missed me fucking her?” Daisy teases, combing her hand through Jemmas brown waves. “All the time..and not just you fucking me, I just miss you in general.” Jemma confesses. “And..and I know the rules were no strings stretched and I get it if you don’t want to do it anymore but I just nee-” Her ramble is cut short by Daisy’s lips on her own, a soft smile on her face. “Look Jems, I like you. Like a lot. You’re beautiful, smart, gorgeous, selfless, and all around perfect.” Daisy confesses, her body buzzing with excitement. Jemma smiles widely and gently cups her cheeks, “It’s glad to know the feeling is mutual.” She whispers and Daisy sees the perfect opportunity. “Will you be my girlfriend Jems?” Daisy asks, the question hanging in the air. Their eyes are locked as their faces hover close to each other, hearts beating fast and cheeks flushed. Jemmas fingers pull Daisy closer by her belt loops and she breathes out, “Of course.” before pulling their lips together again. Daisy’s velvety lips taste like caramel, fitting perfectly into Jemmas whos taste like honey and floral tea. Daisys arms wrap around her waist even more as she claps her hands behind the taller girls neck, their bodies flushed up against each other. The two part for air soon after, foreheads touching before Daisy’s stomach grumbles loudly, eliciting a fit of giggles from the two girls. They slowly untangle themselves and turn to eat their sandwiches, making light conversation about their teammates shenanigans right about now.

As soon as Daisy puts the last bit of Jemmas legendary sandwich into her mouth, their comms blair in their ear, Coulson saying an emergency mission has come up. He breifs them over their comms as Jemma puts on her bulletproof vest and loads her guns, Daisy shimming into her Quake suit before the both of them pull on their boots and head out the door. The snow storm hasn’t come yet so they didn’t layer as much, just putting on the necessary protection. Jemmas hair are tied up into ponytail while Diasy leaves hers down as they meet their team at the rendezvous point, Coulson still telling them what it is over the coms. He explains that it shouldn’t be too violent, just follow the suspect and gather intel, take out the gaurds but don’t get too involved, then get out. They all look at each other in understanding before May pulls up in a black SUV, the team piling in.

Well this didn’t go as expected.

A semi peaceful mission turned into an entire firing squad open firing at them. The entire team is ducked behind shipping containers, looking out and trying to thin out the group with icers. Daisy looks around, gun drawn, checking on the team and making sure none of them need backup. Fitz is occasionally ducking out and shooting as he tries to fly the D.W.A.R.V.E.S over the entire mess, Mack is covering Fitz, slicing the Hydra men with his badass shotgun axe. Bobbi is mostly taking down the men with batons as Hunter prefers to shoot his targets, fighting a bit behind her. May is being a badass as usual, using an equal amount of wepons and strength to take the men down. Daisy’s fighting hand to hand as well, shooting, quaking, and pulling out most of the moves as more Hydra men file in. And Jemma..wait where’s Jemma. Daisy’s eyes widen a bit as she shoots another Hydra man in the chest, looking around for the tiny scientist. “Simmons where is your location.” Daisy says into the coms, ducking behind a barrier. Only static comes through the comms and Daisy can’t help the panic rise in her chest. “Simmons where is your location.” She says again, shooting another Hydra agent in the chest. “Simmons do you copy.” Daisy says, her voice stern as she tries her best to keep her feelings under control. A broken, static, cry comes from Jemma across the coms, along with bullet shots before cutting off. The response makes Daisy’s heart drops to the center of the earth as she presses the com again, “Jemma do you copy.” She tries again, now frantic. “Where’s Simmons? Does anyone have eyes on her?!” Daisy says, her voice wavering as she looks around. Multiple negative replies come through the line before Jemmas voice comes up. “E-East side.” Two simple words before all of the lines go static. “It’s a bloody EMP!” Fitz yells in frustration but Daisy doesn’t hear him, she’s already dashing to the East side of the complex, sliding and ducking to avoid fire. She sees the familiar pair of boots laying on the floor and she immediately takes off her gauntlets, sliding down to the floor next to her. “Simmons, Jemma hey..” She whispers, watching the scientists eyes slowly flutter open as she shakes her shoulders. “Daisy?” Jemma questions softly, groaning at the pain in her head. “Jems what happened?” The agent asks, the gun fires slowly dying down. Daisy helps Jemma sit herself up against the wall as she gently pats her girlfriend down, checking for any more sign of injury. “I got knocked out, the last thing I remembered as a gun being swung down on me.” Jemma mumbles, Daisy pulling some supplies out of her backpack and cleaning up the blood trickling down her temple. “All clear, Daisy do you have eyes on Simmons.” Mays voice comes through the coms. “I’ve got her May.” Daisy replies and soon after, “I’m here Agent May.” Jemma replies. The hacker puts a butterfly patch on the laceration before gently cupping the brits cheek, worry present on her face. “You scared me Jems.” Daisy sighs, her heart warming a bit as Jemma leans into her hand. The shorter girl raises her hand to rest on top of her girlfriends before turning her head gently, kissing her palm and wrist. “I’m okay darling, thank you.” Jemma whispers, leaning in and kissing the worried agent. “Do you need assistance?” Mack asks as they pull away and Daisy picks Jemma up in her arms, tucking her gauntlets into her belt. “No we’re okay, meet us back at the rendezvous point.” Daisy comms before looking down at a scowling Jemma. “What?” She questions, carrying her out of the complex. “I can walk myself Daisy.” Jemma insists but she only shakes her head and presses a quick kiss to her forehead. “I know, but after you scared me like that I’m carrying your ass out of here.” Daisy says, her voice teasing but still meaning it. Jemma only nods in response and tucks her head into the taller girls neck, allowing herself to relax.

They make it back to the cabin and Daisy fusses over Jemma for a few hours, making sure she’s hydrated, giving her painkillers, and kissing her better. “I’m okay love I promise, no concussion, no headache, I’m okay.” Jemma reassures her. They’re both sitting on the couch, the fire still roaring as the storm finally sets in at full force. They’re snowed in but neither of them seem to notice it at all. “Fine, but the second you feel off you need to tell me.” Daisy pouts, the brit rolls her eyes but smiles at her adorable-ness before nodding. “I will, I promise.” She assures her, kissing her softly. Daisy smiles, finally, at the reassurance before getting up and taking off her Quake suit. They both change out of their clothes and Daisy makes them hot chocolate, finally settling in for the night. She brings the two mugs over to the couch and sits down next to Jemma, the two cuddling up under a quilt blanket and basking in each others warmth.

Half an hour later Daisy is laying back on the couch, Jemma tucked under her arm and curled into her side. When Jemma talks, Daisy gives her forehead kisses, listening contently to what the tiny scientist has to say. After a certain forehead kiss, Jemma looks up at her girlfriend and rests her hands on her cheeks, sitting up a bit so their lips meet. Daisy’s arm slowly pull her closer so that Jemmas now straddling her waist, kissing her deeper. The brits hands slowly tangle with Daisy’s waves and pulls her head closer, deepening the kiss as her hips start to move.

“Jems..Are you sure you’re okay?” Daisy asks, pulling back and resting her hands on Jemmas waist. “I’m okay love, now shut up and kiss me.” The brit whispers, her voice dropping an octive and making Daisy’s cheeks flush. “Yes m’am.” She whispers before pulling Jemmas lips down to meet hers again. Their lips part for each others ever so slightly as they tilt their head a bit, getting a better angle to kiss the other deeper.

Daisy’s hands fall down to her ass, grabbing it lightly as Jemmas giggles. The brit pulls back slightly and trails kisses slowly along her girlfriend jawline and down her neck, stopping and sucking in her sweet spot. A soft moan is earned and it makes a smile form on Jemmas lips. “Mm, darling..” Jemma whispers out lustfully, kissing just underneath Daisy’s ear. She hears her girlfriends breath hitch before her hands feel up and down her front, teasing the hacker senseless.

She slowly straightens herself and places a firm kiss on Daisy’s lips, “Go get it.” She hums and the brunettes eyes glaze over with lust. “Are you sure Jems?” She asks, watching as her girlfriend unstrattles her waist. “Go.” Jemma says, pulling off her sweatshirt, “Go get it, I’ll be here.” She says lustfully and Daisy doesn’t need to be told twice. She jumps up and walks over to her backpack, telling Simmons to not look. The brit honors her girlfriends request, busying herself with taking off her pants and unbuttoning her shirt. She loosens her tie and lays back on the couch, watching the snow fall outside. A few minutes later Daisy walks over to Jemma, the appendage making a noticeable budge in her boy shorts.

The hacker can’t help but bite her lip as she takes in the sight infront of her. Jemmas laid out on the couch and her button up is unbuttoned all the way exposing the curves of her chest. Her tie is loosely hanging from her neck and falling between the valley of her breasts, making Daisy’s mouth water.

Daisy’s only wearing her boy shorts and sports bra, walking over to Jemma slowly and teasingly. The brit motions for Daisy to come on to the couch and the hacker obliges, hovering herself over the tiny scientist and kissing her deeply. Her hands slowly move under the button up and grabs at the warm flesh of her chest, earning a soft groan from the girl underneath her.

Jemma deepens the kiss as she takes off Daisy’s sports bra, taking them into her hands and massaging them. A low hum comes from the taller girls throat as she takes off Jemmas button up fully, pulling away a bit and attaching her lips to her jawline and neck. She quickly finds Jemmas sweet spot and sucks on it before gently grazing her teeth over the skin, making the brit melt under her. “Bad Simmons..” Daisy whispers, making a few hickeys on her freckled skin. “S-Sorry..” Jemma whispers out, her hands making their way down to Daisy’s fake bulge. “Such a bad girl..scaring me like that.” Daisy tisks, playing with the tie around her finger before fully tugging it off and dropping it to the floor.

Jemma pulls off the taller girls boy shorts, gasping at the size of the appendage. Daisy’s fingertips graze over her skin, making the brit shiver “C-Cold Daisy..” she breathes out, trying to pull the hacker closer to her for warmth. Daisy pulls a quilted blanket around them, creating their own little bubble. The blanket rests right beneath the agents shoulders, giving warmth to the both stark naked ladies. She peppers kisses on Jemmas collarbones, a smirk on her lips, “Bad, bad Jemma.” The brit moans out, squeezing her thighs together to give herself some releif. It’s their first time with a toy but just the sight of it is making Jemmas core gush. “I-I’m sorry Daisy..” She whimpers, trying to move her hips into the appendage.

Daisy’s hands are now running over the inside of her thighs, teasingly ghosting her fingers over her bud. “You’re gonna get punished Simmons, no buts.” Daisy states, maintaining eye contact with the girl beneath her. Jemma nods and awaits her punishment, her eyes drifting down to the large strap on. “You have to earn a fucking.” The hacker states simply, putting the ball in Jemmas court. Something clicks inside of the tiny scientist and she shifts so that Daisy’s now presses up against the back of the couch. No words are exchanged as Jemma pulls her mid length hair to the side, slowly taking the strap on into her mouth. She knows Daisy can’t feel it but it’s for her viewing pleasure. She hears Daisy’s breath hitch as she bobs her head up and down, slowly rubbing the taller girls inner thighs as she does so. Daisy’s hand slowly tugs Jemmas head upward, the brit releasing the appendage with a pop. She wipes the siliva from her mouth before coming up and kissing Daisy deeply, re-wrapping the blanket around themselves. “Have I earned it?” Jemma asks, her voice laced with lust. Daisy hums her approval and lays down on the couch, situating the blanket around them once more as she guides Jemmas hips near the appendage. The brit bites her lip as she straddles Daisy, slowly lowering herself onto the strap on. Daisy’s hands grip Jemmas waist as she slowly pulls the girl up before pulling her back down, a soft moan echoing through the cabin. Jemmas head lolls back as she gasps, her hands on either side of the hacker as she starts to ride the strap on. “O-Oh..oh fuck! Daisy..oh god..” Jemma moans, her back arching as her hips start to grind down on the strap. She’s filled to the max, Daisy’s name like a mantra on her lips. Snowed in blanket sex, didn’t know Daisy would be into it until now. Daisy helps her girlfriend as she grips her hips, grinding up into her as Jemma grinds down. She flips them over and the blanket falls to their waists, Daisy now topping Jemma. She hikes Jemmas legs around her waist as she thrusts into her, the brits moans growing louder and louder.

“Ah!”

“Daisy oh fuck!”

“Ah- ohhh- mph god-!”

Moans, whimpers, and soft, ragged pants are the only sounds filling the air, Jemma clinging onto Daisy for life. She crosses her ankles behind the taller girls back as she lifts her hips up, her legs starting to shake. “Daisy! Fuck me oh god!” Jemma moans, her fingertips digging into Daisy’s shoulders, definitely leaving crescent shaped scratches and marks. The brit comes with a loud moan, her eyes shut and her head thrown back. Her entire body shakes as she comes, pleasure flowing through her body. As she rides out her waves of ecstasy Daisy slows down her thrusts a bit, wanting to make the brit cum again and again. Deep, slow, passionate, and sensual. She focuses on making each thrust count, hitting her g-spot each time and peppering kisses all over Jemmas chest and neck. She nuzzles her face into the taller girls neck, kissing the skin there as her moans come out shaky and breathily. “I love you, fuck me, I love you, I love you.” Jemma moans out softly, repeating the three words breathily. “I love you too Jems.” Daisy smiles, whispering it into her ear before following it with a kiss on the neck. Jemmas moans rise higher and louder, only being muffled by Daisy’s neck as her body tenses for the second time, cum dripping onto the couch. She lets the brit ride out her high before pulling the strap on out fully, watching the rise and fall of Jemmas shuddering chest. She sets the toy aside and lays down on the couch, pulling Jemma into her arms and smiling as she curls into her side. After a few minutes of soft panting and Daisy running her fingertips up and down Jemmas bare back, the hacker breaks the silence. “Hey, I love you.” She whispers, looking down lovingly at the scientist. “I love you too.” Jemma hums, kissing Daisy slowly before resting her head back on her chest.

#skimmons #agents of shield #daisy x jemma #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #skimmons au #skimmons fic #skimmons smut #smut

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wellthatjusthappend · 5 years

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Can we have a continuation of Family and the mess, where Roy gets back to jason explaining to the bats everything and dick being pissed at him and overprotective whilst holding his daughter.

Sounds good!

Roy had been told more than once that he was needlessly paranoid. Especially when it came to his new family. Roy hadn’t even known Lian existed until months after she was born. He was as new as Jason at taking care of a newborn and they both fretted over every little thing.

He was quadruple checking the alarms on the house when he saw them all turn off at once. He tried to manually reactivate them, but nothing happened. The cameras weren’t picking up any unusual activity, but if the alarm system had been hacked the surveillance feed would be easy.

“I need to run back to the house to check on something, cover for me?” Roy said urgently.

“Sure, call me if you need backup,” Conner said looking concerned.

Connor Hawke was a blessing from above.

“Will do,” Roy said smiling absently.

Fortunately, getting back to the house only took a minute. He could see from outside that several lights were turned on- which was wrong for this time of night- but the private line for his comm pinged before he could crash in guns blazing.

“Little busy,” he snapped trying to get a good sightline into the house and of course not being able to because Jason had been the one to arrange their furnishings for just this purpose. He was an intense nester.

“Daddy?” Lian said sleepily.

“Baby, you alright?” Roy said quickly, his tone shifting immediately.

“Yeah, but Uncle Dick and the others are here and they’re making J-Daddy mad,” she reported.

“Oh,” Roy said, his shoulders sagging with relief. Bat’s invading their house in the middle of the night and upsetting his mate was still not okay, but his family wasn’t in danger and that was most important, “Thanks for telling me princess, I’ll be right in.”

“‘Kay,” said Lian hanging up.

Roy heard them long before he saw them.

“We’re your pack! It’s our business if you suddenly get married and have a baby!” Dick was saying, obviously upset.

“Well maybe if you all weren’t such controlling knot-heads, I’d actually tell you shit!” Jason spat back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means, Dick-head.”

“A-hem,” Roy said leaning on the doorway. It was extremely intense to 4 Bat’s glare at him the same time and his inner 19-year-old would have bulked under the scrutiny, but Jason looked relieved to see him and that was enough to summon up some strength to stand his ground.

He’d known what he was marrying into. He also knew that Jason desperately needed people to side with him in arguments against his pack. Too often it was everyone else against him.

That didn’t mean it was any less scary to have Batman himself advance upon him.

“Did you use Jason’s pregnancy to coerce him into bonding with you?” he went straight to the point.

“What?! No,”

“I already told you-” Jason started to snap.

“Shut up Todd, we already know this plebeian hasn’t been letting you contact us,” Damian said drawing his sword.

“What?! I wouldn’t do that!” Roy recoiled.

“He should have at least contacted the Pack when he started courting him,” Tim was sizing him up.

“What are we in the 16th century?” Jason glared, rubbing agitated circles on their daughter’s back. Roy saw Lian peaking worriedly out from the hallway, emergency comm still in her hands.

“You did at least court him, didn’t you?” Dick was glaring at him, “Some friend you are. I can’t believe you went after my little brother-”

“All of you shut up,” Roy ordered, starting to get pissed and knew he was giving out the challenging scent of an Alpha, “You’ve broke into our home at night, frightened our children, and continue to disrespect Jason. You will get out of this house right now.”

Damian looked like he was going to say something, but Bruce held up his hand. The other Bat’s looked to their leader as well.

“We’re not done talking about this,” Bruce warned.

“Out,” Jason growled, lower and more threatening than most Alpha’s could even manage.

Surprisingly, they went, though not without a few more menacing glares at Roy. Dick was going to blow up his phone with texts after this, Roy was sure.

“Daddy!” Lian dashed out to meet him as soon as they were gone.

“It’s okay baby girl, you did such a good job calling me when people came into the house,” Roy praised, scoping his girl up and holding her close.

“They were being so mean,” Lian said, rubbing her face in his neck and getting his scent all over her.

“They were,” Roy agreed, walking over to Jason who was looking a little lost now that his pack was gone, “Hey, you okay?”

“Sorry… I didn’t realize we’d woken her.” Jason said looking away, bouncing the baby lightly in his arms. That didn’t really answer the questions, except for the ways that it did. Roy peered around Jason’s shoulder to see that their other daughter was wide awake and watching everything with big murky eyes. Jason smelled stressed and upset, Roy was wasn’t surprised the baby hadn’t been able to settle down again.

“C’mon,” Roy shifted Lian to his hip and grabbed Jason’s hand, “It’s late, we can talk about this in the morning.”

“Can I sleep with you guys?” Lian asked worriedly.

“Course, princess,” Roy gave her a kiss on the forehead. Honestly, he was on edge enough that he felt much better about having his whole family where he could see them and he had a feeling Jason felt the same. Jason still stayed quiet though.

Roy frowned. He’d always hated the way Jason’s pack could just shut him mate down with a small encounter.

Once they got back to the bedroom, Roy set Lian down and let the girl toddle excitedly over to the bed and clamber up. Apparently the fun of getting to sleep with her dads far outweighed and anxiety having an angry unfamiliar pack in her home had caused. Roy was immensely grateful for that. Jason paused at the doorway though.

“I should walk around with her a bit more,” he mumbled, gesturing towards the baby, “She’ll start fussing if I try to lay her down right now.”

“I’ll take her,” Roy said reaching out softly, “You go snuggle with Lian; she was worried about you.”

Jason hesitated before handing their daughter over and walking over to help Lian from overturning all the pillows onto the floor. Roy smiled a little tightly and instead took his other daughter in a walk around the house, turning off lights and humming softly. He was grateful to get to move around a little. It gave him a chance to re-check that all the alarm systems and security were back online.

He needed to put a little more thought into Bat-proofing their house. It was hard when he couldn’t set up anything too lethal in-case Lian somehow got into it.

Eventually, the baby dozed off and Roy returned to the bedroom.

He wasn’t at all surprised that Jason was still awake and brooding.

“I think she takes after you,” Roy joked as he laid the baby down in the center of the bed by a drooling Lian, “Faaar too awake in the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said staring at the ceiling. Roy knew he wasn’t apologizing about their daughter’s sleeping habits.

“Hey,” Roy said softly, propping himself up on an elbow and reaching for his mate, “You have nothing to apologize for. Like you said: they were being huge knot-heads. They didn’t have the right.”

“I should have told them,” Jason mumbled.

“Probably,” Roy agreed with a shrug, “I understand why you didn’t though.”

“They just never listen,” Jason said, his face scrunching up in frustration, “They’ve never approved of anyone I wanted to have a relationship with and I didn’t want them to mess things up when we decided to bond. And then I got pregnant and I knew they’d freak out about it and then-”

“And then there was just one thing after another and it got harder and harder to tell,” Roy said sympathetically.

“Yeah…”

“It’s going to be okay, Jaybird,” Roy promised, leaning over their girls to kiss him quickly.

“Yeah…” Jason breathed out some of his tension, “Thanks for backing me up out there.”

“Of course,” Roy said, “I only ordered them out a little sooner than you would have.”

“Might have scared the children if I chopped off their dicks,” Jason cracked a half smile.

“Eh, Lian needs to learn sooner or later. Gotta give her practice for when all the boys and girls come courting,” Roy grinned back.

“Shh, no, I can’t think about that,” Jason shuddered.

“We’ve got time,” Roy snickered.

The look Jason was giving him was thoughtful and almost soft.

“What?”

“I’m glad you’re my mate,” Jason said, “I’m just… really glad.”

Roy felt like his heart just overflowed with affection, “Yeah, you too. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“Crazy Bat-pack and all?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Crazy Bat-pack and all,” Roy confirmed, stealing another kiss, “I love you.”

“Yeah… you too.”

Roy settled back down, reaching over their girls to entwine his fingers with Jason’s. He was close to dozing off himself when a thought hit.

“Wait, if you didn’t tell your pack, who have you been sending all those baby pictures to?”

“Alfred, duh.”

#I freaking love Red Fam #JayRoy #story requests #fic: Family and Mess #Anonymous

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whirlaid · 5 years

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Movie Night

My fic for the @transformersrerunszine:

Theoretically, movie nights were meant to be invitation-only. The practice of this was very different, anyone who showed up was welcomed in for a few hours of mindless entertainment. Honestly, it was only Rewind's erratic schedule which provided the illusion of the event requiring an invitation. If no one told you when movie night was being held, you wouldn't have any idea.

Therefore, Megatron would have had a perfectly reasonable excuse to not show up. Except that, through nervous waving arms and optics which couldn't quite meet his, Swerve had specifically invited him and no doubt told everyone he would show up. And, well, Megatron could handle being called many things, but he wouldn't be called a liar.

He hadn't asked what the film was, though now he was feeling that it would have been a great excuse to have rejected the offer. “Thunderclash, the Dashing Hero, Ends the War? Oh, sorry, that brings up too many memories.” Also, wasn't it a bit odd to play a movie about someone who was your crew mate?

In truth the movie didn't bring up any bad memories because none of the events in the film happened or had even come close to happening. It was mindless Autobot propaganda meant to excite interest and rally spirits. No doubt the film would end with the handsome star of the film looking directly to the audience and telling them how victory was possible if everyone did their part.

Megatron had entered on a scene wherein Thunderclash, played by Crosscut, was falling from some height while shooting two guns and standing on two Piranhacons to...brace his fall? It wasn't clear what the Piranhacons were doing there honestly.

“Oh, hey Megs!” Swerve called to him. His voice held an unease, the same one most of the crew had when speaking to him. He forced himself to ignore it. “You haven't missed much. This mission is supposed to be the final push against the Decepticons, but the Autobots miscalculated and now Optimus Prime is surrounded, so Thunderclash asked his crew to fly him over to the fighting but the pilot said that it's too dangerous to land and Thunderclash said,” Swerve lowered his voice for his Thunderclash impression, “'We don't need to land,' and he jumped out of the ship, but then the Decepticons started throwing troops out of their ships to stop him and he shot and punched them all and now he's surfing on some Piranhacons while falling.” Swerve vented. “You're all caught up now!”

Megatron didn't care and hadn't been paying attention. “Thank you.” He took a seat next to Swerve and ignored how the minibot flinched away.

The movie was rather dull if you had no interest in Autobot revisionist history, absurd acrobatics done while firing guns, or long gratuitous panning shots of Thunderclash's frame. Megatron hoped he wasn't the only one bored by the film.

Looking around the room, everyone seemed content to turn off their processors and consume this cinematic drivel. There was some divided attention of course, Chromedome and Rewind exchanging whispers while resting against each other, Tailgate's visor brightening as he read something off his comm device, Riptide nudging the bot next to him to ask a question. But no one left, and after Swerve's recapping of the films events, there was no loud commentary. A room full of bots calmly enjoying their evening.

Calm...

Ah! That was the key. That was when the whole event made sense to him. It didn't matter what was playing, everyone was there to rest. Not rest their body, that they could do easily, but rest their minds. It was the case that everyone was content to turn off their processors, they needed this respite.

The war was hard on everyone and even with its end, the millions of years of fighting could not simply be forgotten. How do you forget watching friends and lovers fall to their death beside you? How do you forget the first time you extinguish a spark? Or worse, how do you remember to feel after being numb for so long? It was that last one that still weighed on Megatron.

Millenia of bots being nothing but pawns did not fade easily. Even now, he found himself in constant awe as he remembered that everyone on the ship was their own individual. Each one with thousands of years of experience that he found himself eager to learn. Did Crosscut miss acting? Why did Smokescreen want to be a bartender? When did Minimus begin writing poems? Though the most burning of questions for Megatron as of late was, how did he ruin it all?

He knew too well how he ruined his own life. What should have been his dearest friend was turned into his most bitter enemy. The people who held him in the highest esteem had their minds irreparably twisted. He couldn’t even redeem himself properly, switching sides had caused grief to both those close to him and those he wanted to appease.

Certainly Megatron still carried the heavy weight of years of never-ending conflict. He felt the weight in every step he took on this (mostly) Autobot ship. Every scornful look, every muttered curse, every time someone would brace themself as he spoke. All of this was the burden he built up and now had to bare.

But it was their burden too. Hound would always look behind doors before entering a room. Smokescreen jumped back and his hand reached for a gun that wasn’t there whenever he was startled. Sunstreaker kept his pet close to him to have the strength to interact with the others. Even Rodimus had told him that his spark froze whenever the former-warlord raised his voice.

Turning his attention back to the screen, Megatron watched as Springer saved himself from being consumed by terrorcons. Thunderclash rushed in just in time to see Springer shoot the head of the final terrorcon causing it to burst in an unrealistic explosion of fire and parts. Thunderclash explained that he came to save the triple-changer. Springer laughed. “Better luck next time, Big Guy,” Springer winked as he turned and left.

It was an excessively insipid film. Megatron again scanned the room, anything to avoid the drivel which plagued his vision. Whirl told First Aid about how inaccurate the movie’s portrayal of Springer was. (Whirl may have been trying to whisper but it was barely softer than his normal speaking voice.) Hoist fidgeted where he sat, now and then he would look to his comm device and fuss with it before trying to watch the movie again. Swerve seemed totally engrossed in the film, his pedes kicking excitedly and occasionally swatting Brainstorm.

They would never be the same, but they could get better. Even this small event spoke such large volumes for all the progress which had been made. There was calm, calm enough for Rewind and Chromedome to share a moment together. Enough that Riptide, who had been made for battle, got to enjoy peace with his friends. Enough that Whirl’s trigger finger wasn’t itchy for a rare second.

Even enough that Swerve, one of the skittish bots on the ship, was able to sit next to an old war monger.

Yes, Swerve was symbolic of that which was around him. There was still fear, the minibot would tense whenever he caught Megatron making any moves. But there was peace, that Swerve was able to sit next to him was enough to make that clear.

On the screen, Megatron had captured Springer and was threatening to kill him if Thunderclash didn’t hand over Optimus Prime. Thunderclash slowly knelt and looked as though he was going to obey the demand. He then shot up quickly and threw a small explosive shuriken into Megatron’s optic startling the silver mech and giving Springer enough time to run out of danger and into Thunderclash’s arms.

In the room, Megatron sat with a small smile on his face. It would be a long process, but one day, maybe, the weight of the war would lessen. One day, Swerve might be able to sit near him without flinching. One day, the sound of his voice might not frighten the young Prime. One day, he might walk among his crew without a large bubble around him.

One day, he might even be able to sit with Optimus as friends and not as rivals.

#maccadam #megatron #implied megop

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