#you have to go back and remember moments when Skye was better at being a sister

[hearthown]

If Grayson hadn't interrupted Skye, a key piece of information would have come to light. Avery would have told Skye when her birthday was and oh boy, stuff would've happened.

(Wrote a fanfic about it below 🫣)

"Do you mind if I ask, dear, when is your birthday?"

The question took me by surprise. Maybe because it was a question I wouldn't have expected from the eccentric woman standing before me or maybe because I couldn't remember the last time someone asked me this question.

"Scorpio? Or Capricorn? Not a Pisces, clearly—"

I snapped out of my trance and answered her.

"Libra. I'm a Libra. And my birthday is October 18th."

"Oh? Well, that's interesting," Skye said, arching her brow, "Libras are known for being idealistic, always looking for the best in others."

I watched as Grayson's mother continued ticking off the traits of Libras and not wanting to be rude, I listened. But only half-listened.

My eyes flitted to Grayson's direction and I was met with a confusing sight. The arrogant boy who had summoned me to Hawthorne House in Principal Altman's office was no longer there. He was replaced by a boy that had shadows in his eyes and he was staring at me in the most unusual way. It was like he was frozen in time.

"Grayson?" Skye herself had realised that there was something wrong with her son.

"What did you say your birthday was?"

He looked at me like he needed to know the answer, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer but needed it anyway.

"October 18th," I repeated again, unsure where this was going.

I watched as his gaze became more haunted.

"I have to go," he said hurriedly.

"Go? Grayson, the reading of the will is taking place in a few minutes!" Skye called after him.

He didn't so much as look back before rounding the corner of the hallway.

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Grayson entered his room and slammed the door. He walked over to the window and looked out. He knew that the reading of the will was about to start and he knew the importance of never being late as it had been heavily emphasised by his late grandfather, but he had to take a few moments for himself.

This could not be happening.

The girl's birthday was the same day that Emily died. Did his grandfather know this? Had he known who the girl was all along? Had he been keeping tabs on her, waiting for the right moment to bring her here?

Emily had been haunting his dreams every night and he'd spent every second of his days trying not to think about her. He couldn't let himself succumb to weakness and break down because of this.

As his gaze travelled, he saw Jameson balancing dangerously on the balcony of his room. Jameson. He stiffened and let his gaze move away from his brother.

Jameson blamed him for what had happened that night and since then, their relationship had never been the same again. He couldn't know that this girl, Avery, was possibly connected to Emily's death. Grayson knew that it would affect his brother as deeply as it had just affected him.

There was a knock at the door and it opened slightly. He stepped away from the window, pretending to adjust his suit.

"Gray?" Xander called out. "We're ready for—" he stopped mid-sentence, once he caught sight of his brother.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

Grayson was a master at not showing emotion and he knew better than that. But today was an exception. Perhaps it was because of the fact that Emily was brought up again or maybe he still missed his grandfather, the only person he had looked up to all his life.

Silence. Grayson didn't offer a reply and Xander caught on.

"What's wrong, Gray?"

"The girl." That was all he could muster as the remainder of his energy was used to control his breathing.

"You mean Avery?"

He took a deeper breath and continued.

"Ms. Grambs' birthday," he began, "is the date of Emily's death."

As he finished the sentence, Xander's eyes widened. He knew how much Emily had meant to his brother. To his brothers.

"You... you think the old man knew?" Xander let the question hang in the air.

"Xander, you know as much as I do that the old man had a reason for everything he did. What are the chances this was a coincidence?"

"There are no coincidences in Hawthorne House."

"Precisely. That's precisely why I'm not sure if I can face Ms. Grambs, especially at this time."

"What a surprise! The mighty Grayson Hawthorne, afraid of facing a girl? Who would've thought?"

A voice sounded through the open door. Jameson.

"Jameson, this isn't any of your business," Grayson replied curtly.

"Funny, because I can recall a few times in which you had no problem sticking your ass in other people's business," Jameson retorted.

Not waiting for a reply, he continued.

"So Xan, what's the deal? Why is Grayson acting so weird?"

"Jamie." Grayson said firmly.

"Don't you Jamie me." Jameson replied quietly.

"You lost the right to do that that night."

Silence filled the room.

"Xander, let the others know that the two of us will be down in a while." Grayson broke the silence first.

He waited for Xander's figure to retreat before talking again.

"It is because I am trying to protect you that I am asking you to not further investigate my reasons for acting weird, as you call it."

"Oh, enough with the act! You go about saying that you want to protect me, that you want to protect everybody, but look where that got us."

"Look where that got Emily."

That broke the straw on the camel's back.

"Do you think I wanted it to happen?" Grayson lowered his voice to a whisper, when it contrast, he wanted to scream.

"Do you think I haven't regretted what I did that night? DO YOU THINK that I haven't been asking myself the same questions, blaming myself and wishing, even if I knew it was useless, that I could turn back time and undo my mistakes?"

"Tell me, Jameson. Answer me."

"The only answer I can give you is that it's done and there's no point in regretting it. The fact is, we killed her." Jameson was getting ready to walk away.

"I invoke On Spake." Grayson declared, before Jameson had a chance to step one foot out of his room.

He had had it. He was done with the secrecy, done with the lies, done with Jameson.

"Since you so badly want to know, Ms. Grambs' birthday is the same date that Emily died. I don't know if this was what the old man was planning all along, but it's clear that if it was, this is a message for the two of us."

Grayson took a deep breath, calming himself. "Cease On Spake."

"He wants to repair our relationship." Jameson made that inference almost immediately, his eyes sparkling with intense focus.

"He wants us to make amends and right the wrongs we did towards each other." He continued.

"You know I love a good fight, Grayson, and you know I would love the opportunity to invoke Taeb Nwod and take a hit at you, but I'm not doing it this time. I'm not wasting my time. I waive."

"Sometimes, broken things can't be fixed. No matter how much you try to glue broken shards together, they'll never be the same."

"We'll never be the same."

Those were the last words Jameson uttered before stepping out of the room and leaving Grayson behind. Alone.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #xander hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery kylie grambs #a very risky gamble #jameson winchester hawthorne #grayson davenport hawthorne #xander blackwood hawthorne #emily laughlin #fanfic

[thewidowsghost]

Hello, Kaitlynn. I have a Skye/Daisy X reader request.

Reader is a lot like May and has taken a liking to Skye, Reader overhears the team talking about Skye (after she gets her powers) and she defends Skye. (Skye being there to hear what she says.)

Defense (Dais x Barton!Reader)

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Glass shatters over Skye and (Y/n)’s heads.

(Y/n) grabs her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her along.

Skye’s hands tremble, and (Y/n) leads her down one of the staircases into a dungeon like Ward’s.

(Y/n) sits Skye down on one of the beds.

“Honey, you can do this,” (Y/n) brushes a tear from Skye’s cheek as the room continues to shake. “We can do this. I believe in you.”

“I can’t,” Skye whispers. “I can’t ma-ake it stop,” Skye’s voice breaks, more tears running down her face. “Everyone is at risk.

“Honey, look at me,” (Y/n) says, moving to sit on the bed beside her lover. “Focus,” she takes Skye’s hands, brushing the tops gently with her thumbs.

“Yes, you can,” (Y/n) turns her back on her girlfriend for a moment as a sword is stabbed through the barrier (Y/n) had just put up.

“Agent Barton,” Sif yells through the barrier. “Release the girl.”

“Like hell,” (Y/n) replies.

“(Y/n), she’ll get through!” Skye says, meeting her lover’s eyes with wide eyes.

“Ignore it,” (Y/n) tells Skye, though her voice was gentle. “Remember, focus.”

The barrier breaks, and Sif steps through.

In a quick motion, Skye leans forward, grabbing (Y/n)’s ICER from her belt, shooting herself in the chest.

The quaking stops and (Y/n) tears her gaze away from Sif.

Forgetting the Asguardian, (Y/n) lunges at the bed, tapping Skye’s cheeks with a hand.

“Skye!” (Y/n) leans over her lover’s body, pulling Skye’s head into her lap. Tears fall down onto Skye’s cheeks as (Y/n) runs her fingers through Skye’s hair.

“She harmed herself,” Sif says, but (Y/n) doesn’t respond, too focused on Skye.

Coulson and May charge down the stairs.

“Even though she knew it meant giving up her freedom,” Coulson says, stepping up to Sif.

“All to save the rest of you,” Sif finishes, her gaze falling back on (Y/n) and Skye.

“Don’t you see? She wants to get better,” Coulson tells Sif.

May walks over to the bed, resting a comforting hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“If you take Skye away from the people she loves,” Coulson goes on, “she’ll only get worse.”

. . .

(Y/n) is walking from Skye’s hospital bed to their shared room when she hears voices.

The remainder of the SHIELD team is cleaning up the glass while Coulson and May take Vin-Tak and Lady Sift to a place where Lady Sif can summon the Bifrost.

"Jemma . . ." Fitz begins. "Um . . . I know you feel that I could have been, uh . . . a bit more forthright -" Fitz pauses.

Jemma chuckles sarcastically, "Forthright. Fitz, as understatements go I think that qualifies as an instant classic. You lied to me."

"Okay, so now we're even," Fitz replies, putting his hands on his hips. "Could you blame me, the way you were going on about Raina, that she's a-a-a plague to be eradicated?" Fitz questions. "I -"

"Skye is my friend. She’s different," Simmons retorts.

"Oh, yeah. Like I was your friend, and then I changed?" Fitz asks. "How did you handle that?"

By this point, the two had caught the attention of Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter, and (Y/n)’s eyes had glued themselves to the scene in front of her.

"Uh, t-the point is, secrets don't help any of us," Mack says. "Y/n) and Skye should have come clean," he says.

"What, and risk being locked up like animals?" Fitz asks. "Studied? Or who knows what else? No, I wouldn't let either of them."

"Oh, you wouldn't let them," Jemma asks.

"We could have handled them," Mack says. "In a way that would have kept everyone safe."

"It wasn't fair to us, Fitz," Bobbi says softly. "We had a right to know."

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye is something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting her."

"No, Fitz," Mack interrupts. "We're the ones that need protection from her." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder to meet (Y/n)’s eyes.

“You do understand that she shot herself to protect us?” (Y/n)’s voice was deathly quiet, though there was no doubt that the others could hear her.

“It was only an ICER.” Simmons replies and (Y/n) lets out a laugh, and the other’s wince at the slight hysteria in the sound.

“What if Skye hadn’t known it was an ICER?” (Y/n) says, her words taking on a harsh tone. “What if it had been an actual gun? She shot herself in the -” (Y/n)’s words break as she sucks in a breath of air. “She shot herself in the heart. If that had been a real gun, she would’ve -” her voice breaks again.

Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter’s gazes fall on something behind (Y/n), and the higher level agent turns, meeting her girlfriend’s watery gaze.

Skye looks so hurt, so betrayed that (Y/n) almost doesn’t follow. Then (Y/n) metaphorically kicks herself, knowing that her lover wasn’t mad at her.

Word Count: 965 words

#daisy johnson x fem reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x female reader

[zalrb]

the summer i turned pretty 2x06 review -- no, i swear, tho, conrad was just sad...

Episode 6, the episode anons have wanted me to watch.

"I don't know I'm kind of happy here" after one day. THE MAGIC OF COUSINS.

"I know things are not great right now but it's always darkest before the dawn, right?" Why make him speak in cliches?

Cam Cameron WHY. ARE YOU HERE?

I like how Belly could've just said "We should throw a party" but because we're supposed to understand the closeness of these families through dialogue alone she has to say it in a roundabout way so she can talk about a memory of her mom and Susannah that Conrad and Jeremiah should already know if it's like they all grew up together 3 months out of the year.

This zen conversation with Steven and Conrad is legit like the first real conversation I've witnessed on this show.

This volleyball conversation is so forced.

"Your subconscious brain takes you there" You can just say subconscious, Jere. Who wrote this.

Oh look, ANOTHER taylor swift song. jesus christ.

I think I got a few requests to do a vid to this song and I remember just not getting over "is it chill that you're in my head?" because I thought it sounded like when you go to the thesaurus and look up synonyms for "cool".

They're both trickling their hands in the water, are their fingers going to touch and it's going to be ELECTRICITY?

Yes.

But this is her I FEEL THE ELECTRICITY face

You know, we can't even consistently stay here

at marginal almost kind of chemistry

"I'll come too!" Taylor's "Uh huh" is the only time I've marginally liked her.

You can't scoff at him calling her his muse with your cliched valedictorian speech, Steven.

LOOK AT MY FAKE I.D. k.

"Wooooooow, your I.D. didn't work Mr. Herbertson??" "Fuck off, at least I have one" oh my god, a moment between them that ACTUALLY sounded genuine. I am amazed. It will most likely die of loneliness.

And Jumper laughing then pointing at the sign is legitimately the only funny moment I've seen throughout this entire season.

BELLY WILL SAVE THE DAY. SHE WILL GET THE BOOZE. BECAUSE SHE IS BELLY. AND IT IS THE SUMMER SHE TURNED PRETTY.

She doesn't even sound sincere.

i am laughing so hard, this is the first time i've read rap on this show and it's because SHE'S SO GANGSTER SHE GOT THE BOOZE BECAUSE SHE'S BELLY.

Conrad asserting his dominance after Belly got Jeremiah a drink but not him one by drinking from Belly's straw is actually pretty funny though. It would be better if Belly wasn't so ... herself.

I love that Skye and Cam Cameron are the ship I care about the most (and I'm using the word 'care' SO loosely).

"The sacred emergency Amex??" It went back to being phony.

I can't deal with more Taylor and Steven.

And she'll put the boa around him because this show loves cliches.

And Jeremiah will see because this show loves cliches.

"Belly, you don't have to apologize for that" she kind of does though. She was kind of completely terrible.

Girl, you can shrug and shake your head all you want, it doesn't compensate for a lack of emotion in your face or voice.

And he's blinking trying to find his well of emotion and that shit is dry, my friend.

It's not like he was kissing Aubrey, it's not even like they were hugging, he had his head in her lap and you can say "teenager" all you want but this is ridiculous.

This is also the closest they've come to executing what they want with these two and it's still not done well but when he says "Aubrey was just the one who found me I wish it was you" I can at least say I believe that.

There we go.

So I'm guessing she's supposed to have this cosmic, soulful, reach into each other's soul connection with Conrad and a fun, chemistry-filled familiarity with Jeremiah. I've just seen both things done properly so this is just very big shrug.

I was going to say something about the 'how to kiss' conversation but then I was like, lol there are too many youths on my blog. So, moving on.

"I always hated when Mom made us take these pictures but it's like she knew we'd want them later" yes, Jeremiah, that's the purpose of a picture. He would annoy me less if they stopped giving him asinine lines.

"Looking at you mooning over Conrad" "That was a LONG time ago" how long ago was this break up, Belly?

she's saying the same thing twice. That's just called moving on. What it should be is "mourning your past and moving on in the present" or "remembering your past and moving on in the present" or "celebrating your past and moving on in the present" or "appreciating your past and moving on in the present". WHO. WROTE. THIS.

So Jere is Dean and Conrad is Jess, which anon essentially told me. Except Conrad is nowhere near as bad as Jess. He is just a boy who's been sad. LMAO.

she needs to be stopped.

"I don't want to talk about Conrad, he really hurt you" BY BEING SAD?

"You don't need to hurt yourself to get my attention" that was almost hot but he lacks the conviction necessary for me to be like ... sir ... and they don't actually have the i-need-to-jump-your-bones tension they need to have

"Just don't fucking break her heart again." He was quiet at prom. I...

OK so I'm really on neither side here because I don't care but there is a bit of a difference between Conrad telling Jere to suck it up and let him be with Belly, which was insensitive, and Jeremiah about to make out with his brother's ex girlfriend in public.

"When things aren't perfect instead of trying to fix it, he decides to throw it away" but we literally never see him do that?? Like he leaves Brown to go to the house to stop the sale, he's like Liam or whoever, he got a judge to let him access the trust, let's do that. Jeremiah did you think of anything you could do to help save this house except bring flowers to Julia, which failed, or did you just go let's not give up every time reality hit? Because even the "let's get Syke on our side" plan was Belly's? Idk dude, you're talking a big game for a character who I've seen be effectively useless??

"When shit got tough, he couldn't handle it and he dropped you", he literally said he couldn't go to back to the prom and Belly was like LET'S BREAK UP THEN and then he tried to be like wait that's not what I mean and Belly refused to listen?

I ... WHAT?

See, this isn't a blowup. This is a very contained, very quiet fight and this is when it's supposed to be a dirty OH SHIT fight. We should get a version of this, GET IN HIS FACE JERE

rail up on him

be specific

don't be afraid to have a fight! Not to mention I can't believe this fight because like 98% of the things he's accusing Conrad of, I don't think Conrad actually did, that would make him too much an active character. He is literally just a guy who's been sad.

And I know they hinted that Jeremiah has to deal with stuff because he was putting together Susannah's receipts or whatever but this is when juxtaposition would work where we see him see her wither away, we see him give her ice chips, we see him take care of her and Conrad is with Belly or at school.

Belly, why are YOU drunk? omg, at least Marissa's drama was FUN.

"I'm not leaving you, Belly." "But you already did!" I mean DID HE? And he also explained WHAT happened with Aubrey?

Someone said Conrad is like a ticking time bomb but what happens when he explodes because I haven't seen it. I've just seen him be sad.

And ALSO THIS SHOULD HAVE THIS KIND OF ENERGY

Belly, you are actually a ridiculous person

If they really wanted me to believe that Conrad was slipping away little by little throughout their relationship then they can't just leave that up to prom and a voiceover. I needed to see him actively shut her out, I needed to see her actively try to talk to him and him refusing to let her in. I needed to see him be Jess. Otherwise, this is RIDICULOUS.

Oh good, you know what I needed now? Another Taylor Swift song.

And then Belly turns around and kisses/chooses Jeremiah after this? BRO. WHY DO EITHER OF YOU LIKE HER?

#review

[seaswalllow]

“You’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now,” Clypeus rumbles. It’s more of a low, furious snarl, really; Solus, just passing by, winces as the smoky tang of anger hits his nose. Skye’s there, a poisonously sweet smile curling the edges of her mouth, and Timore is there, all icy anger- he only has to look once at the nobleman that they’re loosely arranged in front of, and he can guess what exactly is happening here.

Fucking nobles. Especially because if he’s remembering right, this is the eldest Duke of Hoarton, and- ugh, he really doesn’t need to guess. Not with the man who has more mistresses than fingers on his hands, and he hasn’t even lost any fingers.

He wanders over, pasting a vaguely cheerful smile onto his expression, and drapes himself across Cly. The weight won’t do much to stop Cly from lunging, but it’ll make him second-guess the movement, and hopefully ground him as much as Skye’s hand on his arm is.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” He all but purrs, slitted eyes watching the duke with keen interest. Duke Hoarton is nasty enough, and just as foolish, but it takes a special kind of stupid to stare down three, then four witchers, and assume you’re not outnumbered.

“Duke Hoarton was giving me some tips about what to do with my beauty, and Clypeus objected,” Skye says with some amusement, darkly tinted, and Solus snorts, making sure to lend it as derisive a weight as he can. It’s just funny when he watches the duke’s ruddy face color a deep, rich beetroot, in his defense.

Then he considers his next words.

“I thought the Duke liked being on the other end of the harem?”

Silence. Solus stifles a gleeful wriggle, only watching the Duke’s mouth open and close like a cat at a mousehole, and slowly, steadily, Clypeus’ scent smooths out into something lighter.

“Those are dueling words,” the Duke warns, face red, and this time Solus doesn’t hide the way he throws back his head and cackles. Besides him, Skye giggles lightly too, and Solus throws her a wide smiles as he catches his breath, leaning heavily on Cly.

“Oh, fuck, that’s a good joke- shit, you want to pick which of us you’re going to fight? Skye probably should, as the head, but I’m fine with dueling for my words, can’t be worse than a drowner-”

The duke’s blustering again. Honestly, it’s fucking hilarious, and he could stand here all day, but Clypeus is also steadily winding tighter and tighter under his grip, so he only grins, bright and merry and cruel.

“Here’s a tip. If you’re not willing to put some steel behind your words, don’t fuckin’ drop them at all, you spineless loach. Skye, whattya say?”

“Leave him,” she hums after a moment, eyes just as bright as his. “He’ll learn his lesson better if he’s alive, after all.”

“Honored, Skye of the Cats,” the duke grits out, and Solus rolls his eyes, dragging himself off of Clypeus only to start turning him in a different direction. Skye doesn’t bother offering him the courtesy of a bow; only watches with sharp eyes as he bows and scurries into the crowd before she crowds around their other side to herd them out.

The crowd parts like water before them- an angry witcher is a sign for havoc, let alone two. The fact that they have four witchers doesn’t help.

Solus exercises enough self control to wait until they’re outside, and then he drops the smile, facing them. Cly rumbles again, and he slides an arm around his shoulders, waiting for the Wolf to draw his arms around him.

“Mistress-hunting, I’m presuming,” he says, and Skye sighs.

“Wife hunting. Disowned Aphelion or not, some nobles haven’t gotten it through their head and think my title would make a nice accessory to theirs.”

“Fuck them,” Clypeus grits out, and- ow, yeah, his arms are tightening around Solus. “Fuck them, and their lies, and disrespectful trophy-hunting bullshit-”

Solus shoots a wide-eyed look at Skye, but Timore only looks on in grim agreeance. It’s not that he disagrees. It’s just that- well. This is an interesting development now, how protective he gets, isn’t it?

Skye sees his look, and steps around to him, curling up under another arm. “Stop, Cly. It’s okay— they’re not worth your anger, okay?”

“They don’t even see you as a person,” he starts, and then falls silent as Skye presses a gentle kiss to his lips. Top marks, Solus notes idly. Very good way to make your Wolf be quiet.

“Seriously. It’s okay. While they’re out here, chasing empty titles and pointless pride, I get to be happy with all of you. I have a family I can trust, partners to trust- everything they have is built on a lie. And I’m more than strong enough to face them.”

Slowly, slowly, Cly presses his forehead against hers, and the acidic taste of his anger fades a little more.

“I know you are,” he murmurs quietly. “But it rankles all the same.”

“And that’s why we’re here as support,” Solus breaks in, now slinking up to Timore to wrap himself around the Viper and revel in his warmth in the cool night. “So you don’t go cat-mad from jealousy and start an intercontinental incident.”

“I’m not jealous,” Cly grumbles, and all of them laugh faintly- even Timore huffs out a soft laugh, the knife in his hand vanishing. “Seriously, I’m not. I just don’t like sharing.”

Solus has to pause at that, and squint at him.

“…We are in a polycule.”

Cly waves a hand at him, and Skye giggles a little, the edges of Timore’s mouth ticking up.

“That’s different. You don’t count. I trust you, I don’t trust the fucking wife-hunters.”

Solus presses a hand to his chest and playfully swoons back against Timore. “Do you hear that? He trusts us! A declaration of love so profound-”

“I take it back,” Cly deadpans over him, “you specifically are not allowed in my room-”

If Solus puts his heart into it, really puts his heart into it, he thinks he can win his way back in. That’s half the fun, anyways, charming his way back, testing out how much those beds can hold out, how much of the innkeeper’s coin goes towards good, solid products. It’s not the entire point of it, though, he thinks, as the din of their argument ebbs and falls as they wind their way back to the inn they’re lodging at for the night.

I trust you.

“I trust you too,” he says, at once, and all three of them look askance at him before Skye beams and pads over to press a kiss to his cheek, Timore grumbling less aggressively than he would otherwise.

I trust you, I love you, I’m here for you. We’re yours, and you’re ours.

#kit writes #vivet verse #vivet au #vivet au month #vivet tag #last one of the night i have an exam in 12 hours and need Sbeep but. i've found my stride :_

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 19 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Earlier in the day, Skye had climbed up into the crow's nest and cried his eyes out for the first time in... well, he didn't even know how long.

Crying felt familiar but he couldn't remember ever having done it before.

He couldn't remember ever feeling this was before, either but it felt familiar too.

This desperate, clinging, inescapable bad.

He didn't know where it had come from or why it had happened but there had been a moment in that storeroom when everyone had been looking at him and trying to get him to explain himself that it had clawed up from within him and strangled him from the inside.

He'd tried to ignore it, to find comfort in food and Duran's attention but it had only gotten worse until finally he'd just done the only thing he could think of and ran away.

Being on his own and crying had helped a little.

Taking a nap had helped even more.

Now it was dark and everyone else had gone to bed and he was finally considering coming down.

But... not everyone was in bed.

Standing at the front of the ship where nobody had been a moment ago was a teenage girl with long, black hair that the wind didn't catch.

Skye climbed down from the crow's nest without making a sound and crept up behind her.

The girl turned and offered him a smile, seemingly unsurprised by his presence.

"Feeling better?"

Skye walked up to her, scrutinised her unfamiliar face and then poked her in the forehead.

Or tried to, anyway.

His finger went right through.

"This ship is very haunted."

"It's a good thing you're not afraid of ghosts."

Skye stepped up next to the ghost and looked out over the dark water.

"Why would ghosts be scary? You can't even touch me."

"True," the ghost said.

"Skye... can I tell you a story?"

"Okay."

"A long long time ago, when I was a living girl going to high school, I got bullied. Like, a lot. At one point I tried going to the school counsellor for help because I was getting desperate and you know what he told me?"

Skye shook his head, though that had maybe been a rhetorical question.

"He told me that I can't control what other people do, only how I feel about it," the ghost continued.

"I was so pissed off, like, oh, I guess I'll just decide I'm fine with people threatening me and telling me I should die every day. Guess it's my fault I'm sad about that. I just won't be from now on. Thanks, I'm cured."

She shot Skye a smile.

"Anyway, with over a hundred years of time to learn and reflect, I think he might have been onto something. He had no power to stop the bullies. The only thing he could do for me was help me cope with it. So, did he say the right thing?"

"Hmm..."

Skye shrugged.

"No, he didn't because I left his office and I never went back," the ghost said.

"It doesn't matter how correct you are if what you say just leaves the other person feeling worse, right?"

Skye nodded.

He had no idea where this was going.

Maybe the ghost just wanted to vent about her unfinished business.

"I say all this because I want you to know that I get it. The important information I need to tell you is that if you want to remember, you have to want to. You have to choose to. But if I just say that, you're probably going to feel the exact way that school counsellor made me feel. Like you're being blamed for something you didn't do because that's not a choice you remember making."

"Well, I don't remember a lot of things, so maybe I did make that choice," Skye said.

"But if I did, I don't know how to unmake a choice I can't remember making."

"I know. It's not easy. It's not something you just do. But... there are moments. There are points in your life where something feels familiar but the more you think about it, the sadder you feel, so you stop. You need to keep pushing."

"But what if it's bad? What if there's a good reason I don't remember?"

"It's bad and good and everything in between but most importantly, Skye, it's you. You can't know who you are if you don't remember your past."

Skye frowned and kicked his foot against the railing.

"Well, if you know so much about me, why did I suddenly get so sad earlier?"

"Was it sudden?"

"Yes. I was okay and then I wasn't."

"A pot isn't boiled over, until it is," the ghost said.

"The final moment can be sudden but that doesn't mean it came out of nowhere. You were feeling unhappy before that but you told yourself that you were upset because nobody had invited you on the trip. That's a logical thing to be upset about and it feels good to focus your feelings on that. Only... that's not the sort of thing you usually care about, is it? That wasn't what was bothering you but it was far more comfortable to think that it was because when it got a little worse and you suddenly realised you didn't know what was happening, you got scared. You didn't know what to do because there wasn't any problem in front of you that you could solve, only this terrible feeling."

"But why?"

The ghost shrugged.

"Have you ever pet a cat and had it give you every sign that it was loving it right up until the second it bit your hand?"

"So it's because I'm part cat?"

"I don't think so but I'm sure it doesn't help."

"Hmm," Skye said. "How do I remember?"

"Go cuddle up with Slone," the ghost said. "It might jog a few memories."

"Thank you, ghost. You're very helpful."

The ghost let out a gentle laugh.

"My name's Izzy."

Skye watched as the ghost disappeared.

Well, time to go find Slone, he supposed.

It was dark below deck but not pitch black.

Skye felt his way along the corridor and into the room with all the bunks and then nearly tripped on something big and furry laying on the floor.

Oh. It was Slone, in wolf form. That was easy.

He dropped his weight and as he clambered over Slone's furry body, Slone nuzzled him with his nose in greeting.

Skye settled in close beside him in the small space between the two sets of bunks and buried his hands in Slone's dense fur.

He drew in a deep breath against Slone's furry chest and tried desperately to grasp at the teasing threads of distant memories.

It was like trying to remember a dream.

It felt so close, so familiar.

He was sure if he could remember just one tiny thing, he could follow that thread back and disentangle the whole thing but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

Why did he feel so sad?

Why did Slone in particular make him feel like there was this gaping maw in his chest?

He sniffled as a tear ran down his cheek and Slone lifted his head and licked the salty drop away.

Sky stopped pushing, just for now.

The ghost had said it was important and Skye believed her because she seemed to know a lot of stuff but he'd had enough sadness for one day.

He'd try again tomorrow.

[survey--s]

514.

What color shirt are you wearing?   A pale grey jumper. It’s May but it’s bloody cold lol.

During the last 24 hours, what has been the best thing that's happened to you? Finishing work yesterday knowing I had a three day weekend ahead of me.

Which name do you like better: Laura or Lauren?   Lauren.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Whisky Glasses by Morgan Wallen.

Would you rather learn how to make a dreamcatcher or learn how to make latte art? Latte art.

Have you learned anything new today, and if so, what? Err, no, not really, but I haven’t exactly done much ha. 

What was the last thing that frustrated or upset you? Dog owners who can see your dog is stressed but won’t (or can’t) recall their dogs. Like, if your dog has no recall, PUT IT ON A LEAD.

What do you think of when you hear the word "religious"? Nothing in particular.

What are three things you like about your favorite season? The leaves changing colours, being able to wear big jumpers and boots and that “cosy” feeling you get.

Who is your favorite doctor to watch on YouTube? I can’t say that I use YouTube to watch any doctors, lol.

How many letters are in your first name? Six.

What is one color you think you look horrible in? Yellow.

When was the last time you did something for the first time, and what was it? Errr, I don’t remember.

When was the last time you felt amazed? Ha, I can’t say that I ever really feel amazed, to be quite honest.

Would you rather draw or paint? Draw.

Have you ever met anyone named Sienna? No, but I think it’s a really pretty name.

If applicable, what was the name of the first college dorm you lived in? And what was the name of your first college roommate? Spruces, and I lived alone there as I had a single room. In my second year I house-shared with several people but I forget their names now lol.

Do you like your natural hair color? I didn’t when I was younger but it’s grown on me as I’ve gotten older.

As a kid, which Bratz doll was your favorite? They were after my time.

Do you judge books by their covers? Not by the picture, but I do tend to go by the blurb on the back.

If you could choose any one author to meet, which author would you choose? Neil Gaiman.

Do you prefer blonde hair or red hair? Red.

Do you sing in the shower? 🚿 Of course.

List ten random unique names you like for a girl: I’m not sure about unique, but I like the names Caitlin, Sophia, Skye, Xanthe, Rowan, Lily, Sara, Lacey, Sienna and Aria.

What do you hate the most about your life right now? How expensive everything is lol.

....and what do you love the most about it right now? How well my business is going and how easy I’m finding it.

Name one celebrity who has the same natural hair color as you. Anne Hathaway.

Do you think you'd rather be a novelist or a journalist? Why? A novelist as I don’t like the idea of writing about other people’s lives for money, it seems a bit exploitative to me.

Do you like the smell of old books? 📚 Sometimes.

If you have one, what is your favorite Christian song? I’m not a religious person but I love Coat of Many Colours by Dolly Parton.

Would you rather eat Italian food or Chinese food? Chinese.

Do you believe in miracles? ✨ No.

What is one story you've heard that's stuck with you, and why? Nothing in particular is coming to mind right now.

When was the last time you painted something? 🎨 About three years ago during the first lockdown when I decorated the living room and the kitchen. Have you ever met anyone named Brynn? My friend’s border collie is called Brynn, lol.

What has been the most exciting day of your life so far? I couldn’t pick just one day.

How old will you turn on your next birthday? 🥳 I’ll be 35.

Have you had your birthday yet this year? Not yet.

What was the last song you listened to on repeat? I don’t really tend to do much anymore.

True or False: You're reading a really good book right now. False.

How many different cities have you lived in? Two cities and several smaller towns.

Have you ever had a friend named Claire? Not a close friend, no.

What are three words you would use to describe yourself that start with the first letter of your name? My first initial is rubbish for adjectives, lol. All there really is is “nice”.

Would you ever want to go zorbing? It’s not something I’d pay for, but if someone offered to take me I’d give it a go.

#survey #surveys

[francesderwent]

I have no commentary about the last 140 pages of Penderwicks in Spring because I spent all of it crying.

#Cate rereads #I’m honestly not sure about the choice to include this in a children’s series? #it makes the characters SO compelling #but it is so so so emotional #and there’s people there the entire time who love her #not just her family but nick and the Ayvazians and Mrs. Grunfeld #but it’s really hard to watch her go through it #and Skye does such a terrible job at fixing things #to be fair to her she’s like seventeen and she’s just had a huge upset #but we don’t get to see inside her head and so I think the whole plot line suffers #you have to go back and remember moments when Skye was better at being a sister #despite all her hurt and grief #for instance when I remember Skye taking batty’s hand and telling her she’s perfect I wanna die #Skye trying so very very hard to take care of her in Point Mouette #well that’s a lot of tags for someone who said she had no commentary

[keicel]

Collateral Damage || A Yoru x Fem!reader Fanfic

Chapter 3: Him

There's nothing there. Hm. That's...

You shiver at the thought of someone possibly watching you. You just couldn't help it. Maybe it was the security cameras? You just had a weird feeling that someone was creeping behind you... You pushed the thought at the back of your head. You shouldn't be distracted. You had an important day ahead and it's better to just focus on that.

The door in front of you opens, "Y/n? wait-" Killjoy looked over her shoulder. "Clone huh?"

"I'm surprised you were the only one who noticed-" You blurted out with a small giggle.

Killjoy has always been a good friend to you. Even though you two weren't that close, you'd trust her with your life. Maybe not those nanobots of hers though.. You still remember how it cut off one of your clone's fingers when it accidentally malfunctioned.

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Mirror Earth Agents  >< Earth-1 Agents

The crowd scatters through everywhere. Guns fired through walls as security guards try to evacuate the mob of civilians swarming everywhere. Screams of fear echoes through the market square. Children are being left behind, people fall due to all the pushing, and the smell of terror fills the air.

Smokes and poison orbs surround A site as people hurry to scatter out of Split.

Jett dashes across the now-empty street. Quickly making a fast entry as KJ places her turret down at mid.

"Hm. That was far easier than I thought it'd be" Jett said.

Spike planted

Yoru pushes through the swarm of people. "Oh for fuck's sake" He pulls out his mask and puts it on, entering his dimension. A dimension where he isn't tangible to the physical realm.

"Stealth, Where are you??" Cypher calls out his teammate who seems to be MIA at the moment. He was currently stuck, hiding behind a wall, against Viper and Brimstone.

Yoru places a hand on his shoulder, quickly ducking down to avoid a gun being swung at him "I'm here" he said with a small chuckle.

"We don't have time for fun and games, they've already planted the bomb" Cypher said with a sigh of relief.

"How many of them are left?" Yoru asked, cocking his gun, to indicate that he was ready to push through the enemy.

"4, Jett managed to kill their Skye. Not without feeding herself to the enemy though." Cypher says. They're losing... and it'll only be a matter of time till that'll be finalized.

"Relax. I got this." Yoru puts his mask back on and takes a detour on the site and comes back to Cypher.

"Two on your right, one on-site, and one missing" He said.

"Not anymore." Viper said as she shoots Killjoy at mid.

"Hey, if you guys don't mind. I really need some help here." Phoenix mentions as he struggles against Jett.

She dashes through him as he hears her snarky comment "Our Phoenix is prettier" right before getting shot in the chest. She gives him a small wave, along with a wink before leaving him to die on site. Phoenix falls to the ground as he covers the wound with his hand and with a small chuckle to himself "Fair" he said.

"Shit, we're surrounded." Yoru says.

"I have an idea." Cypher says right before placing down a cyber cage to his right. "Push through and defuse while we fight these Idiots."

"What?" Yoru asked. That sounded like a pretty stupid plan.

"Don't question it, just do it" Viper said as she raised a wall to their left in order to create a pathway for Yoru.

He hesitates but soon pulls out his mask. 'I guess we're going through with this.' he thought to himself before going off to defuse the bomb.

Cypher and Viper both fight through the three agents from Mirror Earth but to no avail. Cypher is quickly shot on the head by Brimstone. Viper sees this and tries to shoot Jett on the head. Although, to her dismay, she misses, only being able to shoot her on the shoulder. She shoots one last bullet at Viper before she falls to the floor, dead.

Yoru notices that everyone on team is dead... but the spike's almost defused... Does he stay or fight?

As the three invaders come closer, walking towards him, gun in hand ready to shoot at any given moment, he notices someone running on site.

A civilian...? A girl with a vandal..?

He stares at you, slightly tilting his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.'What's a civilian doing running into a gunfight?'

Brimstone shoots at Yoru. A bullet pierced right through his cheek, as he tries his best to hold his position. "Shit" he uttered to himself.

You run to the scene, ready to protect the enemy team and betray your friends. You quickly run towards Jett and attack her, kicking her gun away, with one swift motion.

Her eyes widen in shock "Y/n what the fuck are you doing?" She said as she holds onto her knife instead. She doesn't wanna do this... Confusion is seen clear on her face as She slowly backs away from you..

"I'm sorry.." You whispered before raising your gun, shooting Jett.

She plops onto the floor and removes her hand away from her stomach, slowly letting herself bleed. Jett looks at her bloody hand and you. "Y/n..." she whispered under her dying breath.

Spike defused

Viper and Brimstone retreat, taking the bodies of their fallen with them. See the thing is, everyone is given a sort of device that's attached to their bodies, whereas, after the fight, It's transported back to base where Sage can revive them. A device Sage herself made, with the help of Killjoy to ensure no agents are left dead in Earth-1.

You took a deep breath as you watch your best friend's lifeless body disappear in front of you, now particles of dust that flew through the wind. What am I supposed to do now..?

You back away... You're all alone now. This was what Viper intended to happen... It wasn't your fault... Jett and the others had to die to make it believable. Guilt consumes you as you, almost stumbling until remember what Viper told you.

"Don't break while I'm gone" She said.

You clutch your fists. Right it's all part of the plan. "I won't.." You whispered to yourself.

Before you could take another step, you're pushed against a wall. An arm decorated with blue flames corners you as he leans closer to your face. His eyebrows furrowed as he slightly tilts his head to the side. His eyes seem to pierce through yours as he clenched his jaw.

You can't deny it, you did blush a little. I mean how could you not?? Your faces at this point were so close you could both probably feel each other's breath on your faces. Plus... He was quite attractive. You slightly shake your head, waking yourself up.

"Who are you?" You both say at the same time, almost in unison.

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Sorry this was short ^^ I hope you enjoyed it though~ Thank you so so so very much for all the votes- You guys are AWESOME!! <3333

Note: The next chapter will be written in a mix of Your POV, Yoru's maybe and a third person POV, so it'll be a little different :DD

#valorant #valorant jett #valorant phoenix #valorant yoru #valorant yoru x reader #yoru x reader #omen #sage valorant #valorant omen #valorant viper #valorant sova #valorant chamber #valorant killjoy #brimstone valorant #brimstone #reyna #yoru #viper #valorant fanart

[sxnnimoon]

Little One pt.2

I am telling you guys right there is to be a LOTTTT more smut within this series. This is only the beginning. Hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1 !

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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Arriving at Celeste you were in awe at how many people were always here. Not wanting to brag but your club was by far the best at bringing in not only money but also people. You knew what people wanted. The feeling of letting go with a hint of sexual tension and endless booze. You all went up to your usual spot. Right in the middle up top so you had a view of the whole place.

“Y/N,” said your favorite waitress Cleo.

“Lo! So good to see you.” You said hugging her. “How’s everything?”

“Everything is actually amazing. Tonight has been nothing but smooth.” She smiled.

“I meant with you silly.” You nudge her arm. “How’s baby girl?”

“Of course!” she giggled. “She’s amazing, finally almost ready for school. I may just cry.”

“Well don’t, you may make me cry.” You smiled, rubbing her arm.

“The usual I presume?” She asked.

“Boys?” You looked at your husbands.

A round of yes’ and sures were heard.

You laughed.

“Yes and get something for yourself as well!” You pointed after her.

She nodded.

“You are just too nice.” Namjoon said, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s an amazing worker and mother.” You smiled. “I think I’ll keep her around.”

He nodded.

Once the drinks were brought you downed a few shots to start.

“You better behave tonight.” Yoongi said.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smirked at him grabbing another shot.

“You know exactly what he means.” Taehyung said from beside him.

You giggle at the memory of you fighting off some drunk guys who started a fight with Chi. You were buzzed but boy did you impress your boys, not a scratch left on you. That was a night to remember.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You said practically bouncing in Joon’s lap at the beat of the music. “Anyone wanna join me?”

“I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Kookie said.

You smiled, shaking your ass as you headed for the dance floor. You found your girls at the edge of the dance floor talking with Cleo.

“Ladies.” You said hugging Chi from behind.

“Someone’s on one.” Said Skye laughing.

“I’ve had a few shots. I feel amazing.” You smiled, running your hands down your body.

They all giggled.

You removed your blazer leaving you in your dress as you didn’t wanna get warm.

“Shall we?” You said pulling them to the floor.

They all yelled in excitement.

Fever by ENHYPEN started playing and you all were grinding on each other. You were in your element. From above your boys watched you. They were in awe of you.

“You gotta see her. She looks hot.” Hobi said.

“That dress.” Jimin said. “I had no idea it was backless.” He bit his lip.

“She’s playing with fire tonight.” Yoongi said.

“This is gonna be a LONGGGGG week for her.” Tae said, smirking.

“Look at her grinding on them.” Joon said. “She knows what she does to us.”

“I’m going down.” Kook said.

They all nodded, eyes still on you.

Letting the music take you, you felt a pair of familiar hands on your body.

“Nice of you to join me.” You smirked, grinding into him.

“You looked too good, I had too.” He held your hips in place.

You hummed, throwing your head back into him.

“Beside,” he began “the show you put on with Chi and Skye, you were killing us.”

“You enjoyed it?” You turned to face him.

“Baby I am so close to taking you right now.” He said. “So what do you think?”

You turned back around grinding hard into him.

His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t start this little one if you know what’s good for you.” He growled into your ear.

“But I like it, baby.” You pouted. “Don’t you?”

You stepped away from him, hands running on your body as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

“Let’s get a drink kitty,” Chi said, pulling you from Kookie.

“Bye baby.” You smiled leaving him on the dance floor.

He shook his head before making his way back upstairs.

“She will be the death of me.” He said plopping down next to V.

“She’s trouble that one.” Yoongi said, sipping his drink.

“Girl you are so gonna get it when you get home.” Chi said.

“Ugh you are so lucky.” Skye said.

“All that dick and they're good looking? I’d be prancing around like that too.” Chi said.

You giggled.

“They treat me like royalty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled while sipping your drink. “Besides, they liked the show we put on for them.” You smirked.

“Oh really now?” Chi said.

“Maybe we should take it up a notch.” Skye said.

You knew exactly what they meant.

“Let me find the perfect song.” You smirked walking away.

Sacrifice by Black Atlass ft. Jessie Reyes began playing. You knew what this song did to them, especially if it involved you.

Taking your girls to the middle. You all started off solo before moving in together. Chi in the front, you in the middle and Skye behind you. The boys were watching you like hawks. They knew you had your way with women but boy did it rile them up seeing you like this in the middle of them. Both of them kissing on you as you grabbed Chi's ass pulling her closer. This was nothing new between you three. You had your few share of moments between each other but it never meant anything and never ruined your friendship over it. You knew what you were doing and you were pleased to look up and see them all staring, you blew them a kiss before going back to dancing as the song was coming to an end. Making your way back up top, all eyes were on you.

“You,” V began. “Will be the death of me.”

“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” You bit your bottom lip.

“I should take you here right now,” Hoseok growled. “Let everyone know what a naughty slut you’ve been.” He bit your neck. Earning a moan.

“Shall we head home then?” You put a finger under his chin.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi said, pulling you away.

Walking through the club to leave the girls spotted you being rushed away. They giggled. They knew what kinda night was underway for you.

“Don’t break her!!” Skye yelled.

“We have a retreat after your vacation. She’s gotta be there.” Chi added.

You laughed at them waving bye.

Getting into the limo you were placed on Jimin’s lap.

“You were naughty tonight.” He whispered in your ear making you squirm.

“Do you know the things we wanna do to you?” Hoseok said into your other ear.

“I wasn’t that bad daddy.” You moaned out as Jimin began doing circles on your nipple. Hoseok pulled your dress up, exposing you. The cool air hitting you made you moan.

“No bra or panties?” Yoongi said. “It’s like you wanted a punishment.”

“But look at how wet I am for you daddy.” You whined out at them.

They groaned, they loved you in this state. All turned on and willing to do anything for them.

“Touch me baby.” You whined at Jimin who was running his finger on your thigh getting very close to your heat.

“Not here princess, we’re almost home.” He whispered.

You let out a whine.

“Keep it up little one or you won’t be getting any dick tonight.” Jin said sternly.

You instantly shut up.

“That’s a good girl.” Namjoon said.

Once home they all hurried inside, Jimin holding your waist kissing on your neck as you walked in the house.

Once inside he pushed you into the door leaving a trail of wet kisses on you.

“Tonight Jimin and Hobi have their way with you.” Jin said. Earning a whine from Jungkook.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can have a taste tomorrow.” You said biting your lip.

“You’re in for princess.” Hoseok said, putting you over his shoulder.

He entered the play room (Red Room if you will) placing you on your feet.

“That was fun.” You giggled.

“It’ll be more fun once these clothes are gone.” Jimin said.

“Strip baby.” Hobi ordered.

You pulled the straps down your arms before letting the dress slip to your feet leaving you in your heels. They both looked at you in awe. The curviness of your body drives them crazy. You bent down to undo your heels when they stopped you.

“Leave them princess.” Hoseok said.

You stood back up.

“Aren’t you both a little too dressed.” You crossed your arms.

They began undressing, your eyes practically ready to fall out at the sight of them. You were ready for them.

They saw you staring, Jimin beckoned you with his finger to come to them. You instantly got on all fours and crawled. Once in front of them you were eye level with their cocks. You reached out for them only to be swatted away.

“Bed. Now.” Hoseok ordered.

You got onto bed waiting on your back. The quietness of the room only made you more anxious. You were about to speak when you felt a mouth on you, making you cry out. You grabbed onto what you could that thing being Jimin’s head. The things he was doing to you were incredible.

“Jimin.” You moaned out. “More..please.”

“You want more baby?” He said in between licks.

He soon entered a finger making you moan loud. You felt the bed dip, looking over you were met you Hobi’s dick.

“Open little one.” He said.

You opened eager to taste him. He entered with ease , starting off with a slow pace before ducking your throat. You were in heaven.

“I’m gonna add a second, okay baby?” He asked.

You moaned out against Hoseok's dick as a second finger entered you. The vibrations from you caused Hobi to groan, almost bottoming out.

“I-I’m close.” you moaned.

“No you’re not.” Jimin said, removing his fingers.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n.” Hoseok growled. “Ass up.”

You got up quick.

“That's a good girl.” Jimin said coming up behind you.

He began running his tip against your opening.

“I-I need you..now.” you moaned out. “Stop teasing.”

“Why should I?” He began. “You’ve done nothing but tease us all night.”

“But you enjoyed it.” You giggled.

Jimin slapped you on the ass. You moaned loud.

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. The amount of times you have had them all in you and yet you still couldn’t handle it.

You cried out gripping the sheets as he entered you fully.

“Move baby.” You said.

He began slow, building up a steady pace. You were a morning mess.

“You like when hyung fills you up?” Hoseok said watching Jimin fuck you.

You cried out.

“Answer him.” Jimin said earning a slap to your ass.

“Yes Hobi,” you moaned out.

“What was that?” He said getting close to you.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled out.

“Good girl, look at you taking his cock.” He cooed.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Cum baby.” You yelled out. “Give it to me.”

A few more strokes and he bottomed out. You collapsed, laying on your stomach for a few seconds before Hoseok flipped you over.

“Get ready baby.” He smirked.

Sex with Hoseok was something else, he was always tying you up and doing everything in his power to please you.

“We’re not going all out tonight.” He said entering you. “ I’m not going to last very long.”

You cried out as he began a brutal pace. He knew exactly what to do to get you to cum. You could feel the knot beginning to form in you, you were close.

“I’m close Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Me too baby,” he said almost out of breath. “Just hold out for a bit, ok?”

You nodded trying your hardest, you ended up clenching around him making him lose focus.

“Cum for me princess,” he said.

You cried out as you released on him. He came soon after. You were out of breath, you couldn’t wait for what the next few days brought you. They took notice of your state and knew you were to pass out soon,

“Let’s clean up baby and then you can head to bed.” Jimin said already working to clean you up.

After cleaning up they placed you in your bed, both getting in on either side of you. Both wrapped their arms around you making you feel safe, you soon began to drift off to sleep.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #BTS #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #mafia fic #mafia au #smut

[jamiedc-they-them]

I got you (Platonic)

Requested by @emcon-imagines

“Jemma --” Daisy said, as much as she loved her friend, she knew that she still wasn’t at the top of her lying game. To be honest, she hoped that Jemma never made it there, as if that would signal some sort of end to the Jemma Simmons she knew.

Still, back on point, “Daisy...I promised Y/N…” She said. And, that did get her attention, she had promised you something.

“I just wanna help her, Simmons. I mean, you’ve seen her...Tired, not herself. Not the bubbly person we all know. Something’s going on…” She knew how this would seem to anyone else; someone interrogating someone, almost gaslighting in some way to get some information.

But, the two women knew better; it was two friends trying to help another.

Besides, the three had formed their own group; the term “power puffs” being thrown around a lot. Still, not the point --

“I didn’t just swear and drop my concern, Daisy. I wanted to help too…” She trailed off, and Daisy nodded for her to continue, “I did to her that she would probably get yelled at...but, she brushed it off at the time. I don’t think Fitz’s sarcasm helped it either.”

“What’d he say?”

“‘What’s the worst thing that could happen? I mean, yeah, you’ll probably get yelled at, but it’s not like she’s going to kill you.’ And I said, ‘Not helping’ and...Oh, sorry.” She said, catching herself.

Daisy smiled, “It’s alright, Jem. Just, tell me, please. I’ll stop after that.”

Jemma could never say now the puppy dog expression Daisy Johnson could pull off, “...That’s the problem, she isn’t stopping.But, she told me to not bother you about it. She knows how you can be with this and...she doesn’t want to worry anyone else. She says she can handle it.” The Brit said, almost in one entire breath.

“Famous last words, sadly in some cases.” Daisy said, looking out the window before back to Jemma, “Where is she now?”

As Jemma went to answer, her gaze changed; she looked alert, “Well...there.” She said, nodding her head behind Daisy.

The woman turned, seeing you walk in, bag over your shoulder from yet another assignment...yet another few months undercover.

If you were good at hiding the strain of the work before, this was not one of those times; with the heaviness in your eyes, worn down expression and posture of your body.

It was getting to you.

Daisy then looked to Jemma, giving her friend a pat on the arm, “I got this.” She promised, before taking her leave.

She wasn’t one to break them.

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You had put the weapons away, and was getting ready for the ebrie. Just ready to get that ticked off, then wait until the next job comes your way. You had to keep going, SHIELD was always cut throat, but especially now; you were on the back foot and what not. You had to prove yourself to Coulson, he brought you and Daisy in and kept you in despite what you had done to them.

That had to be worth something.

You went with your bag, a bag mixed with your own things and the contents of the sting. Smart? No, not really. But, you were working with limited time. So, you know.

Besides, Coulson had cleared it and said it was fine.

So, you went into the kitchen, gonna go upstairs to get it all done with, when you paused…

There, on her laptop, was your sister, just typing away.

Given the fact of the bottle of water she had was only just opened, you had to guess that she had only just set up.

“Hey.” She said, looking up at you from the table, smiling as if you hadn’t caught her in the act.

“Hey.” You said back, dropping the bag to the floor. You both held each others stare for a moment too long; you had been in each others lives for forever, so you could read each other like a book.

“Been there long?” You asked, hands going in your pocket. You knew the answer, but still…

“Nah, just waiting for you.” She said, moving to sitting on the table, legs dangling off of it, “Just wanted to see if you were ok.”

You held your arms out to your side for a moment, a kind of “here I am” gesture, before letting them slap against your body as you let them drop, “I’m ok...Just want to get up there.” You said, pinching your nose as you closed your eyes for a moment; a rare moment of letting this toll be known to the world in a way that was intentional.

Daisy saw a way in there, “You tired? I mean, sleep deprivation and mental health issues don’t really go hand in hand...You’re gonna snap.”

You nodded, same posture as before, “Sure. Just wanna get up there and do this, D.”

“Coulson doesn’t need it right now.”

“He does.” You argued.

She sighed, the Johnson gene of stubbornness surely rubbing off on you, “Look, Y/N/N, I get it. But, AC -- Well, DC, is more than ok with this. Trust me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll do shit like that when you do.” Ok, fair; did it hit? Yeah, but she wasn’t a sunken battleship yet...that phrase was weird.

Anyways, “Y/N,” She started, getting up and grabbing your hands in her own, looking you right in the eyes, “You’re tired, ok? Actually tired….I mean, look, you can barely stand right now. What you need, is rest. Ok?”

Out of the siblings, you weren’t as open as she was. But, as said before, she knew you better than anyone else. And, because of that, you could be yourself with her. You let yourself nod, eyes dropping to the ground. She squeezed your hands, smile coming onto her face.

It was like that Skye part of her, the inner child of her’s that needed healing was alway there; the optimist that refused to see the dark.

Still, she grabbed your bag, putting an arm around your shoulder, and leading you to your room.

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Your room was a fucking mess. Jesus, was it a mess. Now, Jemma had told Daisy that she had no one touch it; no one go in or even put their hand on the door knob.

But...it was messy, to say the least.

The two of you stood, silently looking at the state of your room; clothes everywhere, doors left open, bed sheets unorganised.

She heard your breath shudder a bit. It seemed you had forgotten that the room was left like this. Then again, she was sure you were almost leading two - well, now really more than two - lives at once; SHIELD, your own, and the many undercover personas you had to adapt to.

Hunter’s lecture about SHIELD not being a lifestyle but a job was true; granted, it was a belief in the world and the good that laid in it, but he still had a point.

It seemed for you, those two had fully blurred into on destructive, stress filled life. And it was slowly killing you.

You entered first, grabbing some clothes from the floor and going into your bathroom, locking the door.

She, meanwhile, went to your bed, smelling them and groaning at the stink that came from them.

She put the bag down, picking up some of your other clothes - less yours, more SHIELD’s clothes that they gave to operatives.

There was no style, only a branded shirt (some actually were, but that’s not the point) to say “Shoot at me, I’m with the people you guys at HYDRA hate!”

She put them away, the clothes coloured black. She remembered when you used to have a more colourful attire, an expression to who you were.

No, it was just SHIELD.

After the clothes had been sorted, she then sat on the floor, opening the bag. She looked up at the sound from your bathroom, a shower being turned on.

She looked back to the bag, seeing bags of cocaine, some files...and your clothes. One of the bags had a hole in, and some of the contents had gone from the bag and onto your own clothes. These ones were yours...now stained with coke.

With work…

The shower was still going. And she knew that you were devoted to these people...but what had you lost in the process?

She went further into the bag, digging deep into it. It took a few moments, but she found something, her fingers brushed against something…

Removing her hand from the bag, she found a necklace; she smiled, this one more nostalgic. It was a necklace that you had both gotten together with some money you had both saved. Inside there was a photo of the pair of you…

You’d kept it, you were still there.

She looked to the door, the shower was still going. She looked to the clothes...she could make a quick trip…

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She came back, clothes in her possession, but no bag. The bag was with Coulson, but the clothes and necklace she kept.

She came back in, putting the clothes on the bed. The door opened, and you emerged, now in sleep gear.

“Hey.” You said.

She smiled, “Hey.” She said back.

“Can - can you uh, can you stay for the night? Just...after all that, and what you said...I think I could use a break…?”

Her smile softened, “Of course.” She said.

You were still you...you still had your own life.

SHIELD wasn’t your lifestyle, just a belief in the world and a job.

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It’s Always Been You ~ 143

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,600ish

Summary: Surprisingly, more secrets come out. A final plan is formed.

Notes: Please read the ending note. You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time. (gifs aren’t mine)

“She’s not the only one whose kept secrets, Steve,” Natasha said, once Y/N was clearly gone. “We all have.”

“This is different,” Steve argued, mad. “This has to do with half the universe turning into dust and the man who did it. She should have told us so that we could have—“

“Done what, Steve?!” Tony retorted. “Spent the past five years planning and waiting for something to happen?! That’s not a way to live! I know that because I’ve lived that! I’ve tried to do that!” Tony took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he backed away from everyone. “I may be the only one who feels this way, but I wouldn’t change the last five years. Yes, I miss people terribly and feel the guilt of what happened constantly. But I finally have the family I’ve always longed for. I have a daughter who is my whole world, and a wife who fights for what she loves.” 

“Her telling us everything wouldn’t have changed when Scott came back or when I put the pieces together about time travel,” Tony continued. “Keeping that a secret didn’t change anything.”

“Tony’s right,” Clint spoke up. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Tony and Clint nodded at each other. Tony knew it had to be hard for Clint to admit that, especially since he had lost his whole family. Steve clenched his jaw, frustrated.

“Steve,” Natasha called calmly, “have you ever thought about how many times you get angry at Y/N for keeping things from you?”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything,” Steve said.

“You freak and turn around and blame everything on her. Maybe she doesn’t tell you things because she knows that you won’t react in the best way. And you doubt her, so much.”

“How is this now about me?”

“I’m sorry, isn’t everything?” Tony retorted. The two men glared at each other in silence for a moment, the tension getting thick. “I’m going to go check on my wife.”

~~~

“Hey Pepper,” Y/N greeted, video calling her friend. 

“Hey Y/N,” Pepper replied. 

“Is Morgan up?”

“I’m sorry, I put her to bed already.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is something wrong though? You seem a little down.”

“I just… can you poke me in there for a second? I just need to see her.”

“Of course.” Pepper began heading to Morgan’s room. “She really misses you guys.”

“We miss her too.”

Pepper quietly opened Morgan’s door and reached her hand in so that Y/N could see the little girl on the phone. Morgan was sound asleep, clinging onto the Iron Man stuffy that Tony had bought her. Y/N’s eyes slowly filled with tears as she longed to hold her child.

“Thank you, Pep,” Y/N said softly. 

“Of course,” the woman replied.

“Tell her we’ll call her tomorrow. And that we love her.”

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“This is all just getting more real. And I don’t want something to happen with Morgan knowing her parents love her.”

“Nothing’s going to happen. You and Tony are going to be fine.”

Y/N gave her friend a tight lipped smile, clearly not believable. “Thanks for taking care of her for us, Pep. Good night.”

Y/N sighed after hanging up, leaning back against the headboard. She closed her eyes and sucked in her lips. She had never missed her abilities more in the last five years, then at this very moment. She wished she could simply portal herself home, to hold her child. But Y/N couldn’t, and she knew she needed to stay at the compound and finish out the mission. No matter the cost.

“Are you okay?” Tony’s voice was quiet as he leaned in the doorway, worried eyes raking over his wife.

“I’m fine,” she answered, not bothering to open her eyes.

Tony sighed before he walked over and sat himself on the bed. He made sure he wasn’t touching her, not wanting to press. “I let Steve have it after you left. It wasn’t right for him to do that. Red even had my back.” Y/N didn’t respond. “Honey… I’m sorry.” He set a comforting hand on her leg. “I know that I’ve pushed you in the past for not saying anything. But I’m beginning to see the weight that the Stones have placed on you. I’m so sorry.”

“He will never understand,” Y/N breathed out quietly. “He hasn’t been able to since he came out of the ice… I lived 5 years with believing he was dead. I changed in that time and he has never been able to accept that… but doesn’t make it hurt any less. He’s still my twin…” Y/N finally opened her eyes and met Tony’s. She reached out and took his hand from her leg. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For standing with me.”

“I made vows to do so. I never intend on breaking them.” 

She pulled him closer to her. She wrapped herself around him, earning a light chuckle. 

“Can we stay like this the rest of the night?” She whispered.

“Of course,” Tony answered, kissing her hairline. “We can stay like this as long as you like.”

~~~

In the morning, the couple ate breakfast in bed before venturing out to face the rest of the group. Everyone was seemingly trying to act normal, but Steve. Every time he glanced Y/N’s way, it was harsh. Cold and unforgiving. Tony kept himself at Y/N’s side as the group began going over the Tesseract.

“Our first major run in with the Tesseract, or Space Stone, was back in the 40’s,” Steve explained. He was standing in front of everyone, pictures, videos and information were playing on the screens behind him. “HYDRA’s then leader, Red Skull, was using it to create mass energy weapons. Y/N and I were on Red Skull’s plane when it took off to bomb major cities around the world.” Steve looked at Y/N. “Would you like to tell the rest of it?”

She pursed her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Sure.” She stood up and went to the front of the room. “As Steve said, we were in the ship. I was trying to get to the controls and the Tesseract, when it could knocked loose. It portaled Red Skull away. I…” Y/N paused with a sigh. She hadn’t recounted this story since she woke up. “I grabbed the cube as it fell, burning my hand. Dropping it, it burned a hole in the floor causing both myself and the cube to fall. I grabbed onto it as a fell…” Y/N looked down at her scarred hand, rubbing it nervously. “Howard Stark later found it in his search for Steve and I.”

“After that, it was in SHIELD’s hands,” Y/N continued. “And, from what Carol has added to the record, a scientist who was trying to save the Skrull species. From their Fury began tests on it and began making weapons of his own. That’s how the Battle of New York started… Being control by the Mind Stone himself, Loki came and took the Tesseract. He used it to open a giant portal, letting the Chitauri army through.” 

More video footage began being played of that day behind her. The all watched, with those who were there remembering the day like it was yesterday.

“How long did you fight these guys?” Rocket asked.

“About, uh, two or three hours,” Natasha responded. She looked at Tony who nodded along in agreement.

“The Chitauri are the suckiest army in the galaxy. Why didn’t you just blow up the mothership?”

“We didn’t know that was a thing,” Steve said.

“You didn’t know that was a thing?” Rocket laughed. Tony stood up from his seat, shaver in hand. (He was shaving as he was listening.) He went up behind Rocket and shaved some of his hair on top of his head. “Everyone knows— Hey!”

“There we go,” Tony said. “All better.”

“Tony was the one to send the missile up through the portal, successfully destroying the mother ship,” Y/N explained. “I closed the portal.” She looked at Tony, who met her eyes. “Luckily, we all came out of it alive.”

“Not all of us,” Clint commented. “We lost a good one that day. Phil Coulson.”

“Yeah… about that… Fury actually brought him back to life.”

“What?!” Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Steve exclaimed. The four quickly noticed at Bruce and Tony weren’t phased.

“Did you two know about this?” Natasha asked.

“Yes,” Bruce answered, “but only because it was vital. We were helping Skye—“

“Daisy,” Tony and Y/N corrected together.

“—and Y/N with their new found powers. Phil was a big part in that.”

“Those missions… that base you would talk about… SHIELD suddenly resurfacing,” Steve mumbled, putting the pieces together. “You leaving to save your Team… You kept SHIELD and Coulson alive, right under our noses.”

“Again, I was only doing what was right,” Y/N defended herself. “We saved the world countless more times than anyone even realized, including the other heroes in this room…. Coulson’s team is the reason we found Loki’s scepter. And in Sokovia, the helicarrier Fury brought was from Coulson. He had found it and patched it back together.”

“Sif,” Thor whispered. “She was so very vague about the two times she was down here.”

“She was keeping the secret. If people knew that Coulson was alive, it would have changed the game.”

“How did he survive?” Natasha asked.

“It was called the TAHITI Program. Fury directed Coulson to head it. It was meant for a fall of an Avenger. To bring them back if anything were to happen in battle. After years of trials, it was disbanded. The side affects were awful… but then Coulson died. And Fury couldn’t accept that.”

“Who else knew?” Steve asked.

“Besides Fury, Tony, Bruce, Sif, and myself,  Maria Hill, our SHIELD teams, and many government officials worldwide. Including President Ellis.”

Steve scoffed. “All the secrets,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“Where is Phil now?” Natasha asked. “Did he survive?”

“He died right before the Blip,” Y/N answered. “Complications from the TAHITI Program and other things that had happened… Please don’t be angry. I understand that it seems like I’ve kept some big things from everyone. But you have to try and understand it from my point of view.”

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say. Y/N stood in the front of the room, preparing for the attack on her. But it never came. Steve stormed out and the others from the original team followed, including Tony and Bruce. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to keep herself calm.

“I know that I’m new here and don’t know much,” Scott said, standing up to go to Y/N. “But I know that you have a good heart. And that you were only trying to protect everyone.”

She looked at him with a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Scott.”

~~~

“It’s just one thing after another with her!” Steve exclaimed. “Is everything a lie? It’s like I don’t even know who she is anymore!”

“Steve, I think we need to stay calm and look at this from her said,” Natasha said. “She has been trying to protect everyone, except herself. The whole time she was going from fight to fight without much of a break.”

“It’s true,” Tony agreed. “I personally witnessed the wear and tear it did to her.”

“When she got shot after SHIELD fell, was that because of Coulson?” Steve asked, marching up to Tony.

“It wasn’t because of Coulson. It was because someone on her team ended up being HYDRA.”

Steve ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know where the lies stop and the truth begins.”

“She never actually lied to you,” Natasha brought up. “She told you what she could and kept the rest to herself. To protect everyone.”

“She still should have told us about Coulson,” Clint spoke up. “He was important to all of us.”

“Coulson and Fury specifically instructed her that the team not know,” Tony explained. “She actually got in trouble for telling me and Bruce.”

“But again we had to know,” Bruce said. “Y/N and Skye—“

“Daisy.”

“—had suddenly gained powers. If anyone was going to be able to help them, it was going to be us.”

“I need some time to think,” Steve said, walking away.

“We really shouldn’t be focusing on this right now,” Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “We should be focusing on the Stones. What Y/N kept from us is not the priority.”

“As long as she tells us any other information that could be of use to us,” Natasha said. 

“She will,” Tony promised.

“I can’t imagine she’s taking this well,” Clint mentioned.

“She’s not really showing very much, trying to keep it all in. But I don’t blame her. Steve’s been going after her since he got out of the ice.”

“It’s hurting both of them,” Natasha said. “It’s like they want it to be how is was before the ice. Yet, they both have changed.”

“I don’t think Steve’s willing to see it the most,” Bruce added. “It’s going to tear them apart when we need them to work together the most right now.”

“Together, they can be one of the best teams.”

Tony sighed. “Let’s finish getting the information on the Stones. Then we can worry about the rest of it.”

~~~

They all gathered back together to go over more about the Stones. They finished all the new on the Tesseract and Space Stone before moving to the Mind Stone. It was hard to talk about that one, since Vision was a big part of it.

“Where’s Vision now?” Scott asked.

“We brought him back to the Compound, but the Accords and his own will forced us to give his body to an organization called SWORD,” Natasha explained. “They were forced to dismantle him because of the Accords.”

“We were too late in getting him to Wakanda,” Bruce explained. “So there was no way to bring him back without the Stone.”

“Hopefully that the only permanent casualty we take from all this,” Tony commented, bringing Y/N closer to his side.

“That wasn’t the only life lost,” Nebula said. “My sister, Gamora, she died too.”

They took on the Soul Stone next. There was very little information on it besides what Y/N and Nebula knew.

“Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir,” Nebula explained.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked, taking notes.

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence. It’s where… Thanos murdered my sister.”

Everyone sat there awkwardly, and saddened. Not knowing what to say or do.

“Not it,” Scott said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Y/N,” Steve called, in this stern Captain voice. “Do you know anything about the Soul Stone that could possibly help us?”

“I know that it is a very power Stone in its own right. With it I was able to conjure the spiritual representation of those who are dead.”

“What?” A few gasped. Tony reached over and grabbed her hand.

“I saw…” She paused, swallowing her emotions down. “I saw my unborn son, AJ, my parents, and Phil Coulson.”

“Our parents?” Steve questioned. Y/N responded with a simple nod. “How could you not tell me?”

“At the time we weren’t talking, and it never came up later.”

“I can’t—“

“Guys,” Natasha stood up in the middle, placing herself between the siblings. “Stop fighting. We have something bigger we need to focus on, and if you can’t see that you both can leave.”

“I’m not the one with the problem,” Steve growled.

Holding the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she silently watched Steve. She was trying to put her thoughts together when Tony decided to speak up.

“Seriously, Rogers, cut the bullshit,” Tony said. “I get you’re probably hurt that she never told you anything. But that doesn’t give you the right to make her your personal emotional punching bag. Crap happened and she didn’t tell you, but she’s telling you now.”

“You know…” Y/N began slowly. “I miss the days when it was you, Bucky, and I against the world. Just like you do. The days you trusted me and didn’t doubt me, no matter what… you blame this all on me, Steve? Fine! But communication is a two way street. Just remember that. I’m not the only one that’s kept secrets. Like the one about Howard and Bucky.” That left Steve silent. “I’ll be in the other room, trying to put a plan together if anyone needs me.” She left.

“Go work out some energy, Steve,” Natasha suggested. “We’ll take it from here.”

~~~

Tony found Y/N laying on a table with FRIDAY talking to her about the Time Stone.

“Mute,” Tony ordered, coming into the room.

“If you’re here to talk about Steve, I’m not listening,” Y/N responded, looking at the ceiling.

“I figured. That’s why I came to join you and help.” Tony leaned over Y/N and gently kissed her.

“Uh, guys,” Bruce broke in before the couple could get heated. They turned to see Bruce and Nat standing in the doorway. “We just came to see if you needed any help. Everyone else needed a break.”

“Help would be great,” Y/N responded.

Tony crawled up onto the table, sitting by Y/N, while Y/N sat up. Bruce and Nat came in further and the four of them began going through everything they knew about the Time Stone and trying to form the most logical plan to collect the Stones. After of few hours of nothing coming together, Tony and Y/N were back laying on the table. Bruce was laying on the floor with Natasha leaned up against him.

“That Time Stone guy…” Natasha began again.

“Doctor Strange,” Bruce corrected.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?”

“Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit from a hat,” Tony answered, spinning his glasses in one hand while rubbing his eyes.

“Something neuro,” Y/N clarified.

“Nice place in the village, though,” Bruce added.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “Sullivan Street.”

“Hmmm… Bleecker.”

“Wait, he lived in New York?” Natasha wondered.

“No. He lived in Toronto,” Tony scoffed. “Were you even paying attention?”

“Guys, if you pick the right year, there are three Stones in New York.”

Bruce sat up in surprise saying, “Shut the front door.”

~~~

The team was quickly gathered and Y/N explained the best points for them to go.

“Okay, we will retrieve the Soul and Power Stones in space 2014; the Reality Stone on Asgard in 2013; and the Space, Mind, and Time Stones in New York City in 2012,” she told them, pulling the information up on the screens. 

“Now all we need are to assign the teams,” Tony stated. 

“I’ve sketched out a plan and would like to get everyone’s opinions.” 

They all glanced Steve’s way, waiting for the Captain to say something. He simply glared, arms crossed over his chest.

“Shoot,” Clint encouraged, when Steve didn’t speak up.

“So, due to certain knowledge of events, I believe that we need to try and stick to our own timelines, even though it could be dangerous,” Y/N explained. “We know our own timelines best. Where to avoid, where the Stones would be found, all that jazz. With that in mind, I was thinking Thor would go to Asgard, Rocket and Nebula would go to space, and the rest of us would go to New York.”

“The teams need to be evened out,” Steve spoke up, not impressed.

“I was just getting to that. I was going to see if anyone was going to volunteer to retrieve any of the Stones. I believe we need at least two people on each mission. And remember, the space mission is actually two separate missions.”

“I’ll go with Thor,” Rocket offered. “I think I could probably help the best there.”

“Thank you Rocket.”

“I can go with Nebula,” Rhodey said. “I’m not familiar with any of the spots, so I might as well.” Y/N nodded in agreement, making a note of it.”

“I should stay in 2012,” Tony said. “Being back in the Tower, I might have to break into JARVIS.”

“Agreed,” Y/N.

“I’ll stay in 2012 as well,” Steve said. “I also think Scott could be a good asset with us as well.”

“Sounds great,” Scott nodded along.

“Bruce, I was thinking that you and I could go and speak to the Ancient One and get the Time Stone,” Y/N suggested. “I have a feeling it will take some convincing to take the Stone from her.”

“Okay,” Bruce agreed.

“That leaves Clint and Natasha. Since you guys are a good team, how do you feel about hitting up Vormir for the Soul Stone?”

The two looked at each other and nodded, before looking back at Y/N.

“We can do that,” Clint said.

“Awesome,” Y/N responded. “Now we just need specifics for each mission. Break off into teams and use the information to create a specific plan.”

Everyone split off and created plans for their team. Coming back together, each plan was explained.

“Alright,” Steve claimed the attention once the final plan was laid out, “we have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot. Take the night to get things together and rest, we’ll meet up and head out in the morning.”

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Another grey morning, another lukewarm cup of coffee. Apollo pulls his coat a little tighter around him, scowling at nothing in particular. It’s just his luck, isn’t it, that this week’s defendant is a fisherman, accused of murdering their boat’s captain out on the docks.

It’s also just his luck that it’s March, and he hadn’t even thought anyone would be out on the water this early in the year. Shows how much he knows about the fishing industry.

He jumps when an arm lands around his shoulders, and has to fight to keep his awful beverage from sloshing entirely out of its styrofoam cup. With an irritated huff, Apollo turns to reprimand his unexpected company, but the words die in his throat when he looks over to see Klavier Gavin—and, more specifically, the woolly hat perched on his head. It appears to be lovingly hand-knitted, in a shade of purple he’d swear he’d seen in scraps of wool lying around the office in previous weeks. It also happens to be emblazoned with Gavin’s ridiculous logo, the angular G as distinctive as ever.

“Uh…” he says instead, eyebrow raised in what he hopes is a skeptical, yet bewildered expression. He’s not sure he succeeds with that, though, considering the way Gavin’s casual smile crooks up at the edges into a more genuine grin.

“Ja, Herr Forehead? How goes the investigation?” Lazy curls of steam rise from the stainless steel travel mug clasped in his hand, dissipating into the pervasive fog that’s blanketing the docks. Typical. Apollo considers asking him if he’d like to swap drinks.

“Cold. Damp. And is this a good time to mention that I’m allergic to shellfish? I think that’s probably an important detail, considering….this.” he replies, poking an errant mussel with the point of his dress shoe. His dress shoe that he’s for some reason wearing to a crime scene out by the harbour, because Apollo has misplaced ideas of professionalism, apparently.

“Ach, it’s not that bad! For one, you have my company to brighten up your day! And for another thing...I have news for you about the case.”

“Really. And it’s not just going to be something that you’ll immediately rescind in court tomorrow?”

“HerrForehead, what kind of prosecutor do you take me for? We’re on the same side, you know—both seeking the truth.”

“That’s cheesy as anything.”

“But correct! Anyway. FräuleinSkye has just uncovered something tangled around one of the fishing lines on the boat, and she’s attempting to piece it back together. If you hurry, you might get a glimpse before it goes straight into the evidence dossier.”

Apollo hmms, considering. He’s not sure he wants to just take Klavier’s tip-off; it could be seen as collusion under some circumstances. But he’s really not accomplishing anything on his own, and any new evidence could help him prove Annette Sloop’s innocence.

He also realizes, belatedly, that Klavier still has his arm around his shoulders, and that he’s been unconsciously leaning into the warmth of the taller man’s down jacket.

“Okay, sure—it’s gotta be better than anything I can find here,” Apollo decides, and tries to subtly extricate himself from Klavier’s grasp without drawing attention to the fact that he’s actually found some kind of comfort in their proximity, that he’s really not particularly enthusiastic about losing his human space-heater.

Luckily, Klavier realizes that he’ll have to grant Apollo his freedom if he wants the shorter man to be able to take advantage of his newly-gained intel, and drops his arm back to his own side. Apollo stifles a shiver as the cool, damp air rushes back against him, clinging to his skin with a pervasive chill.

He’d assumed that Klavier had business to take care of on the dock, so the fact that the prosecutor follows him as he boards the fishing boat takes him by surprise. What also takes him by surprise is the intensity of the fishy aroma around the vessel, something that Apollo really should have considered as a factor beforehand. He wrinkles his nose and tries to breathe shallowly—and when that doesn’t work out, he buries his nose in the collar of his jacket.

And that brings with it its own set of problems, because somehow the short amount of time his jacket was in contact with Klavier’s own was enough to allow the other man’s sandalwood cologne to seep into the thin fabric. Apollo wishes this wasn’t his life. Isn’t this the kind of stuff teenagers write about?

Luckily, his panicking is cut short by Ema Skye clearing her throat from the other end of the deck, midway through spreading fabric scraps onto a plastic folding table. She appears decidedly unimpressed, but waves them over.

“Justice. I take it you were informed of the recent developments by the fop here?” she remarks, as disinterestedly as possible for someone who’s practically vibrating with the excitement of being able to do something actually forensically significant.

“Er...yeah, Klavier told me that you’d found something?” Apollo replies, trying to look as though he understands more of the situation than he actually does. He thinks he pulls it off. If not, Ema doesn’t comment on it.

Klavier, however, smiles impossibly wide at Apollo’s words, and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s because he’d called the man by his first name, as opposed to his more professional title. A slip of the tongue, nothing more! And yet…

If it’d get a reaction like that, Apollo might start using Klavier’s first name significantly more often.

“Oh, come on, do neither of you actually care about this T-shirt I found? This apparently-bloodstainedT-shirt?” Ema taps her foot against the plank wood of the ship’s deck. Apollo breaks out of his thoughts with just about enough time to look marginally interested in the new evidence—which he hopes is convincing.

And it’s not that he doesn’t want to solve the murder! It’s really just that—well, Klavier is just there, being distracting, like he always is—except it’s worse, recently, somehow. Apollo swears he used to be able to spend time focusing on other things, that he wasn’t always this preoccupied with what the prosecutor was doing, where he was standing, if he was looking at--

“Oh, for God’s sake. The way you flirt is shameful,” Ema says, entirely exasperated. She also seems to be looking at Apollo, for some reason.

“Are you talking to me?” he asks, confused. The detective rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically, visibly resisting the urge to throw up her hands.

“You, him, both of you! This used to be almost funny, you know, watching Gavin be all glimmerous in your direction and seeing you shut him down. But recently you’ve been playing into it and—you know what? I’m done! You don’t get to listen to my stunning forensic breakthroughs until you’ve sorted your shit out, because I just can’t be doing with this. It’s ridiculous. Why can’t you just act like adults?”

The outburst is followed by Ema Skye whirling around, the sensible shoes she’s wearing clacking against the ship’s deck. Halfway to the door to the crew’s quarters, she remembers that she’s left all her forensic materials spread out next to where Klavier and Apollo are standing, and backtracks with increasingly evident frustration.

“You know what? I’m not leaving! You two—off my ship!Go figure yourselves out, and I won’t tell you about this case-changing evidence until you’ve stopped acting like this.”

Apollo’s a little taken-aback—not the least because he doesn’t think that he’s been doing any flirting, especially not with Klavier. He’s been hiding his feelings far too well for that—right?

Klavier looks at him and shrugs, motioning with his head that they should retreat the way they’d arrived. It’s not necessarily the most dignified thing, climbing off a boat in shame after being reprimanded by the detective on the case.

Once they’re back on “solid” ground (as solid as one can call a fishing boat’s dock, anyway), Apollo turns to Klavier.

“So, what was that about? I’ve never seen her that angry.”

Interestingly enough, color rises to Klavier’s cheeks. “Well...I think that, perhaps, she’s...misinterpreting the situation?”

And if Klavier’s strange statement hadn’t been enough to tip Apollo off that maybe something strange is going on here, there’s the familiar pinch of warm metal against his left wrist, his bracelet constricting at the taller man’s fib.

And—they know each other well enough, by this point, that all Apollo has to do is level an unimpressed stare in the prosecutor’s direction, and deadpan “Klavier” with all the air of a man who is taking no bullshit for an answer, for him to deflate and give up, shoving a hand in his back pocket awkwardly.

“Ugh. Okay. Erm. So, HerrForehead, this wasn’t...exactly...unprovoked. It’s possible that FräuleinSkye has been on the receiving end of many conversations about how I would like to….uh…”

It’s quite something, seeing Klavier at a loss for words. Apollo hadn’t thought that the former rockstar could look as awkward as he does now, the hand not trapped in his pocket fiddling with a loose strand of his hair.

He really, really tries not to think about how endearing it is.

Klavier seems to have reached a point, however, where he’s just decided to say things and worry about the consequences later. So Apollo’s contemplations are brought to a screeching halt when the man sighs, flips his hair, and stares at him straight-on, enunciating with perfect clarity:

“Apollo Justice, would you like to go out with me? On a date? Because I must say, I’ve been trying to find the best way to ask you for a while now, but unfortunately all I’ve succeeded in doing is, apparently, annoying the FräuleinDetective until not even Snackoos are a valid enough weapon.”

And—this isn’t the setting Apollo had pictured, in his often-hastily-repressed daydreams about Klavier asking him out. For one, he’d not quite imagined the quantity of fish, or the less-than-steady footing. But Klavier looks so earnest about his request, and Apollo can’t deny the way his heart’s skipped a beat, the way he’s almost petrified to say anything just in case this isn’t real—and so, he takes a deep breath, steps forward, and twines his fingers with Klavier’s.

“You know what? I’d love to. I’ll go anywhere you’d like—with the exception of a sushi restaurant” Apollo smiles, hesitantly at first, and then more genuinely as he sees the softly disbelieving expression on Klavier’s face.

“Really?” the prosecutor asks, and isn’t that incredible—that Klavier Gavin had been worried about being turned down. Apollo can’t quite believe it himself, yet.

“Yeah, really,” he says, smiling up at Klavier, who beams down at him in return. He feels the other man squeeze his hand briefly, and can’t quite contain the impulse to lean in closer to him, consciously this time, sharing both warmth and physical contact in a meaningful way.

When they return to the fishing vessel, Ema takes one look at the two of them and narrows her eyes, proceeding to mime nausea at the way they’re still holding hands.

However, she does follow through on her promise—and by the time they’re ready to leave the crime scene, both Klavier and Apollo are fairly certain of the next day’s trial’s outcome—as well as of the location of their post-trial dinner date.

#lucy's thoughts #my writing #klapollo #thank you for the prompt!! #mogoliz #ask #asks #ask game #sorry these are taking me ages!! #you might have noticed that they keep getting away from me #also i am going to be on an island for five days starting tomorrow #so i will be very slow in answering the other two i've got sitting in my inbox #just know i am getting around to them!! #i will just have to write them out on paper rather than on a laptop #and then type them up later

[thewidowsghost]

Anon asked:

Hello, Kaitlynn. I have a Skye/Daisy X reader request.

Reader is a lot like May and has taken a liking to Skye, Reader overhears the team talking about Skye (after she gets her powers) and she defends Skye. (Skye being there to hear what she says.)

Warnings: Angst, Shooting One’s Self (non-lethal)

Glass shatters over Skye and (Y/n)’s heads.

(Y/n) grabs her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her along.

Skye’s hands tremble, and (Y/n) leads her down one of the staircases into a dungeon like Ward’s.

(Y/n) sits Skye down on one of the beds.

“Honey, you can do this,” (Y/n) brushes a tear from Skye’s cheek as the room continues to shake. “We can do this. I believe in you.”

“I can’t,” Skye whispers. “I can’t ma-ake it stop,” Skye’s voice breaks, more tears running down her face. “Everyone is at risk.

“Honey, look at me,” (Y/n) says, moving to sit on the bed beside her lover. “Focus,” she takes Skye’s hands, brushing the tops gently with her thumbs.

“Yes, you can,” (Y/n) turns her back on her girlfriend for a moment as a sword is stabbed through the barrier (Y/n) had just put up.

“Agent Barton,” Sif yells through the barrier. “Release the girl.”

“Like hell,” (Y/n) replies.

“(Y/n), she’ll get through!” Skye says, meeting her love’s eyes with wide eyes.

“Ignore it,” (Y/n) tells Skye, though her voice was gentle. “Remember, focus.”

The barrier breaks, and Sif steps through.

In a quick motion, Skye leans forward, grabbing (Y/n)’s ICER from her belt, shooting herself in the chest.

The quaking stops and (Y/n) tears her gaze away from Sif.

Forgetting the Asguardian, (Y/n) lunges at the bed, tapping Skye’s cheeks with a hand.

“Skye!” (Y/n) leans over her love’s body, pulling Skye’s head into her lap. Tears fall down onto Skye’s cheeks as (Y/n) runs her fingers through Skye’s hair.

“She harmed herself,” Sif says, but (Y/n) doesn’t respond, too focused on Skye.

Coulson and May charge down the stairs.

“Even though she knew it meant giving up her freedom,” Coulson says, stepping up to Sif.

“All to save the rest of you,” Sif finishes, her gaze falling back on (Y/n) and Skye.

“Don’t you see? She wants to get better,” Coulson tells Sif.

May walks over to the bed, resting a comforting hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“If you take Skye away from the people she loves,” Coulson goes on, “she’ll only get worse.”

. . .

(Y/n) is walking from Skye’s hospital bed to their shared room when she hears voices.

The remainder of the SHIELD team is cleaning up the glass while Coulson and May take Vin-Tak and Lady Sift to a place where Lady Sif can summon the Bifrost.

"Jemma . . ." Fitz begins. "Um . . . I know you feel that I could have been, uh . . . a bit more forthright -" Fitz pauses.

Jemma chuckles sarcastically, "Forthright. Fitz, as understatements go I think that qualifies as an instant classic. You lied to me."

"Okay, so now we're even," Fitz replies, putting his hands on his hips. "Could you blame me, the way you were going on about Raina, that she's a-a-a plague to be eradicated?" Fitz questions. "I -"

"Skye is my friend. She’s different," Simmons retorts.

"Oh, yeah. Like I was your friend, and then I changed?" Fitz asks. "How did you handle that?"

By this point, the two had caught the attention of Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter, and (Y/n)’s eyes had glued themselves to the scene in front of her.

"Uh, t-the point is, secrets don't help any of us," Mack says. "Y/n) and Skye should have come clean," he says.

"What, and risk being locked up like animals?" Fitz asks. "Studied? Or who knows what else? No, I wouldn't let either of them."

"Oh, you wouldn't let them," Jemma asks.

"We could have handled them," Mack says. "In a way that would have kept everyone safe."

"It wasn't fair to us, Fitz," Bobbi says softly. "We had a right to know."

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye is something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting her."

"No, Fitz," Mack interrupts. "We're the ones that need protection from her." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder to meet (Y/n)’s eyes.

“You do understand that she shot herself to protect us?” (Y/n)’s voice was deathly quiet, though there was no doubt that the others could hear her.

“It was only an ICER.” Simmons replies and (Y/n) lets out a laugh, and the other’s wince at the slight hysteria in the sound.

“What if Skye hadn’t known it was an ICER?” (Y/n) says, her words taking on a harsh tone. “What if it had been an actual gun? She shot herself in the -” (Y/n)’s words break as she sucks in a breath of air. “She shot herself in the heart. If that had been a real gun, she would’ve been gone -” her voice breaks again.

Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter’s gazes fall on something behind (Y/n), and the higher level agent turns, meeting her girlfriend’s watery gaze.

Skye looks so hurt, so betrayed that (Y/n) almost doesn’t follow. Then (Y/n) metaphorically kicks herself, knowing that her love wasn’t mad at her.

Word Count: 965 words

#skye x female reader #skye x fem reader #skye x reader #daisy johson x female reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x fem reader

[obsidiangst]

Whumptober Day 3 - "Who did this to you?"

WARNINGS: Implied Bullying, Bruises, Injury

Zelda held her breath as she knocked on Link’s bedroom door, waiting to hear his response if he was as awake as his mom had said he was. After a moment, she heard a faint ‘Come in.’ and pushed open the door with a weak smile.

“Hey-” Zelda put her eyes on him and wanted to cry. Link was laying in his bed, blanket draped over his waist and was covered in bandages. Her dad had told her that he’d been beat up pretty bad, but he hadn’t indulged in the fact that it looked like he had multiple broken bones between the bandages around his chest and the ones keeping one of his arms still across his chest.

“Link, oh my goddesses-” Zelda gasped as she rushed to his side. One of his eyes was covered by a bandage and his bottom lip was still split from whatever beat down he had been given.

“Hey, Zel.” Link said quietly, laying his head back on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Zelda grabbed his unbandaged hand and squeezed it gently. He gave her a half-hearted smile and squeezed it back.

“How are you feeling?” She prompted and he huffed quietly.

“I couldn’t tell you, Zelda. I’m on so many painkillers I can’t even tell if you’re real right now.” He said, looking at her without moving his head. Zelda gave a quiet laugh even though she felt tears biting at her eyes. He was covered in small wounds and bruises where his skin was left uncovered and his bedside table had three different bottles strewn across it.

“I’m real, don’t worry.” Zelda told him, bringing his hand up to her mouth and kissing his knuckles since she was afraid kissing his lips would hurt with his split and bruised lip.

“If you say so.” Link said, closing his visible eye and sighing. “I feel so sleepy all the time…”

“That’s probably the medication.” Zelda told him, brushing his bangs away from his face. “You can’t be in pain if you’re asleep.”

“Yeah, until the cat jumps on my ribs.” Link said, a little too saltily for that to have not occurred at least once. Zelda laughed a bit and shook her head.

“I guess that’s why they were keeping your door shut.” Zelda said and Link nodded slowly.

“I’ve never wanted to kill that cat before until she did that.” Link said.

“You don’t mean that!” Zelda said with a laugh.

“I don’t, but I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind in the moment.” Link said and Zelda laughed, shaking her head. They were both quiet for a few moments and she felt Link’s grip on her hand go slack a little bit. She squeezed his hand and he returned it, opening his eye again and looking up at her.

“Hi.” He said, sighing.

“Link… The police want to know who did this to you.” Zelda said, squeezing his hand again. “I can tell them for you. Or I’ll tell them you don’t remember or something because of the medication.” Zelda said. Link gave her a weary look and then looked away for a moment, unsure.

“It- Was the Falsin boys. And Devin Hood.” Link said, taking in a breath and wincing, grunting in pain. “They threatened me if I told anyone, Zel-”

“They were bluffing, it’s okay. They can’t do anything to you when you’re at home. They won’t be at school when you get back, I promise.” Zelda said, gingerly cupping Link’s cheek and he leaned his face against her hand, closing his eye and sighing.

“Okay… Are they here? The police?” Link asked.

“Yeah, they’re downstairs, do you want me to get them?” Zelda asked and Link hesitated.

“Are they men?”

“One of them is. Do you just want to talk to the lady?” Zelda asked and Link gave a small nod.

“Sorry… I can’t- I don’t even like being in a room with my dad right now.” Link whimpered. Zelda’s heart broke for Link and she took a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, I’ll go get her. Try not to fall asleep while I’m gone.” Zelda teased, squeezing his hand one more time before she left his room again, going to the hallway. “Officer Skye? He said he’s okay to talk to you, but- Just you.” Zelda called to the female officer waiting in the Faron’s living room. Officer Agus, nodded as he took note of something on a paper, staying seated where he was while Skye stood up.

“Alright, I’ll be right there.” She replied and Zelda nodded, going back up the stairs to Link’s room. The officer came upstairs and Zelda held Link’s hand while he recounted what happened in the school bathroom that day. By the time they finished taking his statement and taking pictures of his injuries,which required Zelda’s help to get him into better positions, Link was falling asleep in the middle of his sentences from sheer exhaustion.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Link.” Zelda murmured to him after he drifted off again and kissed his cheek, turning around to let him rest. When she got to her car she sat and cried for 20 minutes before she could leave.

#whumptober2021 #the legend of zelda #zelink #bullying #injury #bruises

[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 22

A/N: Welcome back to part 3/5 of the madness that is our Rockstar AU! I hope you buckled up, because you're in for a ride. The lovely KC belongs to @kc-and-oc

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: none

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @night-rhea @carewyncromwell @thatravenpuffwitch

Cause the light I shine on you

Is what you gave to me

I'm a crystal clear and true

I'm your cairn and creed

~ Kamelot - The Light I Shine On You ~

It felt good to be back in Manchester again.

Ever since Orion had seen the schedule for their U.K tour, he had been looking forward to going up north; after all, what else could better help form their path into the future than revisiting their past?

He remembered the night he and Merula had played on an open stage on the campus of the MMU, where he had studied philosophy at the time.

It had been just the two of them, like it had always been. Their performance had been really good; good enough to spark the interest of a certain girl with a bad reputation, colourful hair and a family name to open every door in the music industry with a snap of her fingers.

Skye had introduced them to her roommate Lizzie, and the rest, as they said, was history.

Orion had hoped a return to their roots would relieve the increasing tension that had been growing between the members of the band. What had started in London with Everett being unhappy about Orion’s new role on stage had developed into an issue on their way through Birmingham and Liverpool.

It wasn’t like Everett would openly complain - as the creative mind of Equinox Orion had the bigger influence and both of them knew that - but his resentment was clear to see from the unfriendly looks he was giving Orion whenever Ethan wasn’t there.

The general tension wasn’t helped by the fact that the show they were to play for some of the label’s execs was drawing nearer. There wasn’t a time in the day where Ethan didn’t stress how their performance that night was of the utmost importance; everything would have to be perfect.

The only ones mostly unperturbed by the strained atmosphere were Lizzie and Orion. Where the others were constantly reminded of what was at stake, they had their own ways of distracting themselves from the increased pressure.

Lizzie had told Orion about Andre’s remark on their last morning in Birmingham, and a part of him couldn’t help but agree; they should be taking more care to not get caught. Orion was aware that they were acting unprofessional, but he couldn’t help himself either.

Lizzie’s bright spirit had become addictive to him; when he was with her, he felt at ease with himself, and his doubts and dark thoughts he usually poured into his music were all but forgotten.

They were spending most of their nights together these days, and even if they weren’t sleeping with each other, they would just watch a movie together, or read, or talk the night away.

With Lizzie next to him, the bad dreams Orion had had ever since he was a child had stopped; and even if the amount of time he actually slept these days was greatly reduced, Orion had never felt so rested before.

The fact that so many people knew about them by now had worried him in the beginning; but after his first moment of apprehension had died down, Orion had come to appreciate the perks of it. With most of their friends being more or less in the picture, things were a lot less complicated than before.

Although neither Merula nor Skye were particularly keen on the situation, neither had commented any further on it. Orion knew Merula was only protective of him, and while he did feel sorry for putting Skye in a conflict of interest with her father, he was thankful she had chosen to keep Ethan out of it.

What had surprised him was an off-hand remark Lizzie had made about Charlie the other day; Orion had had no idea Lizzie’s old friend had known about them in the first place.

“We used to spend most of our free time together. But since I’m with you all the time and he’s busy taming Artemis, we haven’t seen a lot of each other lately.”

“So you just told him?”

Lizzie had merely shrugged, obviously more comfortable with the thought than him. “He asked.”

Orion and Charlie had known each other for a long time but they weren’t particularly close. Lizzie was happy with the situation, though, so it had been enough for Charlie to not dwell on it any further.

The only ones not in the picture of the state of things seemed to be Ethan and Everett.

Judging by the looks Everett was giving them at times, Orion wouldn’t have bet his money on him not guessing it, though; but if he suspected anything, he didn’t let it show. And even so, Orion doubted it would have stopped Everett from acting like he always did; if anything, it would have incited him even further.

As if to prove his point, Orion’s eyes wandered over the stage where they were currently going through their soundcheck.

Lizzie and Everett were standing side by side, both of them waiting for their turn in checking their instruments.

Everett was talking to Lizzie with a self-confident smirk on his face and standing a lot closer to her than Orion would have liked. Lizzie was trying to keep a friendly face, but when she caught Orion’s gaze, she briefly rolled her eyes.

With his focus trained on Lizzie, Orion didn’t listen to any of the questions Murphy was asking him about the sound quality of his in-ears. His attention was brutally brought back to the game when a grumpy looking Murphy fiddled with a regulator on his switchboard and a high-pitched sound pierced Orion’s ear drums.

He ripped the tiny monitors out of his ears and glared at his friend, who was making his way over to the stage. “What was that for?”

“Seeing as you weren’t responding to my questions at all, I figured turning up the sound by a good 150 % might help. Just in case you couldn’t hear me,” Murphy answered with a smirk. “And lo and behold, I got your attention and was right. I’m always right.”

“No one can always be right.”

“95.4 % of the time I am,” Murphy dismissed Orion’s remark with a wave of his hand.

Orion made a noncommittal sound in response, his attention already elsewhere; Charlie was done with working on Merula’s keyboard and had wandered over to free Lizzie from Everett’s approaches.

“Proving my point, it seems like I was right again when it comes to the cause of your uncharacteristic loss of focus,” Murphy said, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Feeling called out, Orion averted his eyes, heat creeping up his neck. “The way Ev won’t leave Lizzie alone is concerning,” he muttered under his breath, so that Murphy had to lean forward to hear him.

“In a way, his will to achieve what he sets his mind to is admirable, but with Lizzie it is thoroughly misplaced. A dance without a partner willing to join in is not a dance but a mirror of yourself,” Orion frowned, “He shouldn’t hit on her like that.”

Murphy chuckled. “You’re not really in a position to be mad at anyone for flirting with her. You’re not…” Murphy trailed off, something that Orion had only seen him do a handful of times. A series of emotions flickered over Murphy’s face - realisation, followed by astonishment, and then something a lot softer Orion couldn’t immediately place.

He tilted his head and watched Orion with this curious expression for a moment. Exhaling slowly, he waved over to the raised platform in the auditorium where KC was in the process of programming the lightshow. When she saw her husband motioning to her, she shut her laptop and came over to them.

“What’s the matter?”

Murphy looked at her seriously. “We need someone with a little more experience here.”

“I’m as experienced as they come, my love,” she grinned at her husband, “but mindreading is not one of my many talents.”

Murphy’s eyes flickered to Orion, who was watching the exchange with a calm curiosity; he had no idea what Murphy was on about.

“I think Orion might have gone a little too far,” Murphy told his wife in a serious voice.

KC looked at him with the same confusion Orion felt before comprehension got hold of her.

“Oh,” was all she could say.

Her big blue eyes flicked between her friend and the platform where Lizzie and Charlie were working; the look in them was soft and almost the same Orion had seen on Murphy earlier. But this time he realised what it was: Pity.

Not quite sure what was going on, Orion furrowed his brow. “I know the two of you share a bond so close I sometimes wonder whether you are, in fact, able to read each other’s minds,” he said slowly, trying to make sense of the apprehensive look shared between his friends. “But I am exempt from this connection, I’m afraid. Would any of you care to tell me what is troubling you?”

Murphy looked at KC. “You do that, that’s your kind of thing.”

“Sweetie, can it be that this ‘friends with benefits’ thing might have outgrown you a little?” KC asked carefully.

Orion tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“How do I put this,” KC sighed. She looked at Murphy for assistance, but the soundmanager only shrugged. “Could it perhaps be that you have started developing feelings for Lizzie?”

“Absolutely not,” Orion said firmly.

“Looking at it objectively - which you know I always can be counted on to be - the signs are all there,” Murphy jumped to KC’s side. “The way you look at her has changed from how it was before, and the duration of time you spend watching her is significantly longer, too. I’m not the only one who has noticed that you are a lot more balanced lately, for lack of a better word, and if there’s one thing I’ve never seen on you before it is being annoyed at how Ev is talking to her.”

“He shouldn’t bother her all the time. I’m just worried about her,” Orion tried defending himself, but Murphy wasn’t impressed by his weak argument.

“Ev has been hitting on her pretty much since the beginning of time. It never mattered to you, but it does now. What happened to ‘she can handle herself’?”

Murphy’s words were spurring Orion’s thoughts, and as much as he tried pushing them aside, they kept returning to the forefront of his mind. They were like a chest so full that it was close to overflowing, and Orion was trying to keep the lid secured on top. He did not want to open it to see what it would contain; certain things were better left unstirred.

“Orion, we know you,” KC gently said, “there is no shame in falling for someone you’ve been with for quite a while now. That happens more often than you think. I’m surprised it worked out for you as long as it did, to be honest. Not that we discussed probable time spans or anything like that, of course.”

Orion inclined his head, his fingers lightly drumming on the neck of the guitar he was still holding.

“I see why you are coming to this conclusion,” he said very slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And while I’m not saying your assumptions are correct, just for the sake of the argument… what if they were?”

KC smiled indulgently. “Talk about it with her, openly and honestly. That’s the only thing you can do, it’s why you made up your rules in the first place. Sleeping with your friend doesn’t work when there’s feelings involved. Someone is bound to get hurt that way.”

Her eyes wandered over to Lizzie and she smiled sadly. “That’s something I want for neither of you.”

What KC was suggesting sounded reasonable enough, but Orion wasn’t entirely sure bringing this topic up between Lizzie and him would be a good idea. It would probably spark an argument he didn’t want to have with her.

Orion’s gaze had followed where KC was looking, and despite his best efforts he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Lizzie and Charlie were done setting up her kit and she was playing some of her favourite fills to test the sound on her in-ears. Charlie must have said something to her over the wireless lying next to her, because she stopped playing and burst out laughing, the clear sound carrying over to them.

Orion’s eyes got caught on the dreamcatcher he had given to Lizzie ages ago; she had kept it fixed to the stand of her hi-hat ever since.

Orion heard KC say something, but her words didn’t register with him. Out of nowhere a melody had popped into his head which was now stuck in his ear. Fragments of it had been coming to him over the last few days, but now it was fully there in all its glory.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” Orion mumbled absentmindedly, not even knowing if that was an appropriate answer to what KC had just said. He took off his electric guitar, laid it across Murphy’s lap without even looking, and grabbed his acoustic guitar that was sitting in its holder next to him.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to write something down.”

Without waiting for a reply, he wandered past them and off the stage, humming the melody under his breath so he wouldn’t forget it.

Back where he had left them, KC and Murphy were staring after him with worried expressions. KC shook her head and laid a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I think we might be in for trouble.”

***

After the soundcheck had been over, most of the crew and band made their way back to the hotel.

Lizzie and Skye were among the ones still lingering behind; they had been in Manchester for several days now and still hadn’t found the time to revisit one of their favourite pubs from their uni days. Since they would probably be out of the arena too late to pay a visit, they figured they might as well go and have some late lunch there now.

While Skye was waiting at the exit, Lizzie had returned to the bowels of the arena to look for Orion. No one had seen him since the soundcheck and she wanted to check up on him, partly to know if he wanted to join them, and partly to see if he was alright.

She was just passing one of the empty dressing rooms when the familiar sound of Orion’s guitar stopped her in her tracks. She opened the door, quietly enough not to disturb him, and glanced inside.

Orion was sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room, one of his feet propped up on a second chair. He was strumming something on his guitar, stopping after every few chords to scribble into his notebook; after he was done, he returned the pencil to its place behind his ear.

He was so caught up in his music that he hadn’t noticed Lizzie, so she took the chance to listen to him for a little longer. She knew the melody he was playing, or at least parts of it; it took her a moment to remember why.

Orion had been humming the tune under his breath for days on end now; absentmindedly when he was about to fall asleep, cheerfully when they were setting up their instruments, or very, very softly when he was stroking her hair in the morning, thinking she was still fast asleep.

Lizzie never let him know he was always waking her up; she relished the gentleness of his touch and the feeling of peace it gave her too much, and didn’t want him to stop.

She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. The sound of the lock clicking had Orion stop playing and look up. A smile spread on his face when he saw her; he was about to put the guitar away but Lizzie shook her head.

“No, please, don’t stop. That was beautiful,” she smiled back at him. “Is this for the new album?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” Orion shrugged. Out of habit, he ran his fingers along the lengths of the guitar’s neck. “It’s very different.”

It was true; from what Lizzie had heard, the vibe was much softer than Orion’s other songs, but not in a bad way. It had a lighter feeling to it, and the tune was already firmly stuck in her ear.

“Will you play it for me?”

“It’s not done. There are no lyrics yet.”

The sudden uncertainty showing on Orion’s face astounded Lizzie. He always let her hear his music first, even if it was unfinished; she wasn’t much of a songwriter herself, but so far, Orion had always valued her feedback.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Orion was considering her and eventually nodded in agreement. He took a moment to place his fingers properly before he started to play.

Lizzie’s first impression had been correct; it was a soft and gentle song, not sad or bittersweet like Orion’s ballads so often were.

She sat down on the ground and leaned her back against the wall.Closing her eyes, she let herself sink into the beautiful melody and Orion’s warm voice humming the tune he had no words for yet.

Lizzie made it to the second verse before she just couldn’t resist anymore; fully immersed into the music, she started drumming a basic rhythm on the top of her legs, adding more depth to the song as she and Orion were jamming along together.

Lizzie knew how Orion liked to structure his songs, so she stopped in time for the last chords, giving his voice and guitar the final moments until they, too, stopped and made way for silence again.

She smiled at Orion, who was looking down to where she was sitting somewhat apprehensively.

“What do you think?”

“You’re right, it’s very different, but in the best way. It would be a shame if the world never got to hear it.”

A warm smile spread on Orion’s face, reaching up into his dark eyes and lighting up his features; it was this exact smile that Lizzie loved to see on him, and she couldn’t help but smile along.

As he sat there, guitar across his knees, the pencil stuck behind his ear and his fingers ever so softly plucking at the strings, he was looking so beautiful it almost took her breath away.

“Maybe one day the world will hear it,” Orion told her, “but not today. For now, this little song will stay between you and me.”

Lizzie laughed lightly. “If you say so.”

She got up from the floor and stretched her arms. “I’ll have to go meet Skye now, she’ll be wondering where I am by now; if she hasn’t left without me,” she chuckled. “We’re going to the Hog’s Head for lunch, for old times’ sake. Do you want to come?”

“No, I want to work on this song some more.”

“Alright, see you later backstage.”

With that she left him sitting there, but Lizzie couldn’t resist raking her fingers through his black hair as she walked past him, smiling to herself as she felt him leaning into her touch.

***

It took Orion more than a few moments to regain control over his heartbeat after Lizzie had left.

It was what the touch of her hand was doing to him these days, no matter if it was skin to skin when they were alone together, or something more innocent when they were spending time with the rest of the band.

His fingers had almost slipped when he had watched Lizzie listening to him playing his new song, and even before she had started drumming along, Orion had known that she would do it.

The music was in her blood just as much as it was in his; it was what made him feel so deeply connected to her. Lizzie understood how his mind was working, she had an idea about just how much of himself he was pouring into his music for the world to see.

But this particular song wasn’t meant for the world, and for the first time in forever, Orion had felt very vulnerable when he had played it.

KC’s words came back to him; suggesting to just come clean with Lizzie - and himself, for that matter - was an easy thing for her and Murphy to say; they didn’t understand.

They were married, and whether they were together or not was no one’s business but their own. Orion couldn’t help but feel a touch of wistfulness at the beautiful simplicity of the relationship they were sharing.

How could he possibly tell Lizzie that what they had wasn’t enough for him anymore?

They had set the rules of their agreement from the very beginning. It had never been meant to be more than sex; no obligations, no feelings attached. No one was ever supposed to get involved.

How could he tell her that he had broken the first and most important rule of all of them without the risk of losing her?

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Forging Ties - Chapter 16 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"You wanna go for a run in the woods or something?" Slone asked. "You seemed pretty agile when you were chasing Duran's mage-light around."

Skye nodded.

He usually did his running around alone but maybe doing it with someone else could be fun.

Until now, Miriam had been the only person he'd gotten along with well enough to hang around with and she couldn't even walk, let alone run.

She tried to get him to come swimming with her sometimes but Skye wasn't a big fan of being in the water.

Skye watched as Slone stripped out of his clothes like it was no big deal.

It seemed like he did that a lot.

It had been so long since Skye had seen anyone naked that the memories were starting to slip into the fog and he hadn't really let the absence of such things bother him but it certainly perked his interest and stirred something inside of him.

Maybe he should have stayed back at the inn and seen if he could find some way to be in the middle of whatever Hamish and Duran had planned.

Or maybe not. He wasn't sure sex was truly what he was craving.

Maybe just a warm chest to lay his head on and someone to stroke his hair.

Miriam never stroked his hair.

He had never asked but she hadn't offered, either.

As Slone got down on all fours and started to turn into a wolf, Skye dropped his weight and dashed up the nearest tree.

He wasn't necessarily quicker in the trees than he was on the ground but he liked the way it felt.

To be hidden, to move with ease through terrain that most found challenging.

Slone was fast on the ground, so fast that once he started running, he was clearly moderating his speed so that Skye could keep up but he couldn't follow Skye up into the trees.

Not in his wolf form, anyway.

Skye tracked Slone through the woods, staying above him and then when the moment was right he leapt down on top of him and sent them both tumbling to the ground.

Before Slone could retaliate, Skye was already scrabbling up the nearest tree.

Slone circled the bottom of the tree a few times but when it became clear Skye wasn't coming down, he continued his run.

A few minutes later, Skye ambushed him again.

Slone was ready this time.

The second Skye hit his back, Slone rolled, ending up on top of Skye with his weight pinning him down.

Skye could make himself heavy but he really wasn't very strong.

Slone gave Skye's cheek a big, wet lick and then got off of him.

Skye leapt back up into the tree and resumed his hunt.

Skye couldn't remember ever playing with someone like this before but it felt familiar.

How many friends had he forgotten?

Did he have family out there that he just didn't remember?

But maybe it was better not to start digging.

He didn't know if he'd like what he might find.

********

Hamish and Duran lay cuddled up together, both completely naked, with the egg nestled between them.

As soon as they'd gotten back to the room, Duran had stripped Hamish naked and given him a thorough demonstration of everything he could do with his mouth.

Hamish could have easily finished just a few minutes into it but Duran had backed off every time he'd started to get close.

When Duran had finally been done with his teasing, the resulting orgasm had hit Hamish like a kick to the head from a horse.

But, like, in a good way.

In the thirty seconds afterwards that Hamish had spent just catching his breath with his eyes closed, Duran had already gotten out his cock and jerked himself to completion all over Hamish's chest.

Very inconsiderate.

He hadn't even offered Hamish a taste first.

But now they were clean and sleepy and content.

Hamish gave the egg a pat.

"Do you think you'd ever have kids?"

"No," Duran said immediately but after a few seconds of actually contemplating the question, he said...

"I don't know. Marriage, kids... none of it sounds appealing but I try to be pragmatic about things. I think I'm pretty good at it, all things considered. When you say you don't want to settle down, I feel like you can really know that. You're a bit older than me and it seems like you've had a fair bit of freedom in your life, so I think you probably know yourself. But me? I think I've got a lot to work through before I really know what I want or don't want."

"Hmm," Hamish said, touching his lips against Duran's shoulder.

"So if this thing has a person in it, are you going to raise it for me or nah?"

"Absolutely not."

"Fuck."

They had their clothes back on by the time Slone came back, Skye slipping into the room behind him.

When Skye saw Hamish and Duran laying together on the bed, he approached, stared at them for a moment and then clambered over Hamish to settle in the little nook between them.

Hamish yawned, wrapped an arm around him,and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Duran's fingers combed through Skye's long hair, gently picking out tangles.

Slone got a book out of his bag and settled in to read.

All things considered, it had been a good night.