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over the water & down below (3) | bucky x avenger!reader
summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.
warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky
word count: 3,385
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The temperature was scorching hot by the time they stepped foot on the yacht at barely past twelve in the afternoon. The bouncer at the dock had asked for IDs, meticulously searching through the guest list, and y/n had nearly patted herself on the shoulder for stuffing Amelie Barnes’s ID into the back pocket of her denim shorts before they had left.
The boat had two levels, the upper she assumed to be a luxurious master cabin and the lower floor for leisure, with a large wooden deck, a shaded area for relaxation and cooking, and a ritzy bar.
The two drowned in tense silence as they observed the other guests on Elijah’s rented yacht. People crowded most areas on the lower level, especially the hammock floor near the boat’s bow. Elijah and Nancy know how to throw a party, y/n noted, messing with the loose strings on the hem of her shorts, it's a shame James would drown me if I let loose.
James had peculiarly chosen the couch last night, and the conversation about sleeping arrangements had gone down without too much of a fight if one ignored the scrimmage over pillows. The woman had won, taking both the better pillows and the comforter out of pettiness, regretting it when James got ahold of the suite’s AC remote and turned it into a living hell. The first night in the Lovers’ Suite had been as sweltering as it had been sleepless, and as she stood there on the boat, the last drop of hope for the day to outplay the night slowly vanished.
“James! Amelie!” Elijah’s voice boomed out across the yacht. The politician resided on the deck, sprawled on a lounge chair. “The guests of the hour!” He gestured between the three men beside him, the drink in his hand almost spilling over. “I cannot believe the Winter Soldier is here.” Elijah smiled at them as Nancy settled into his lap. “Come over here.”
The Winter Soldier is here, she cocked her head to the side, what a bizarre choice of words. It’d be reasonable for him to be interested in James, but Elijah Williamson was abnormally engrossed by the Winter Soldier for a Secretary of Defense. She found herself reflecting on last night’s dinner. Elijah had appeared attentive to most of Bucky’s domestic stories, especially the pesto eggs recipe, she thought, but he had also questioned James about weapons, former missions, and Steve? Why would Elijah inquire about Steve?
“Amelie,” Nancy raked her eyes over y/n’s covered form when they had reached the group, “I sure hope there is a bikini underneath the clothing.” She herself had only a bathing suit on, her skin silky smooth underneath the scorching sunlight.
“There is.” She flashed a sheepish grin without making an effort to remove neither the shorts nor the tank top, her body frozen in place.
She had never been an insecure woman or someone who’d shy away from tight dresses and mini skirts, but she’d rather choose the option of keeping the tiny red bikini covered than having James see it. Enduring a ‘things were much different back in my day’ monologue had not been on y/n’s to-do list.
“Good!” Nancy nodded in delight. “Strip down, the two of you. This is a party, not a business meeting.”
In some ways, it was.
James awkwardly shifted from one foot to another, “it’s for the best the shirt stays on,” a weak chuckle slipped past his lips. “It can be quite jarring.”
The Winter Soldier had always been a faded scar, and Bucky had always been Steve’s best pal from the forties, but James Buchanan Barnes was a blank spot she had never attached meaning to. James was an entirely empty canvas. If she’d recall memories of the field, she’d see a strict sergeant, if she’d recall memories of life back at the compound, she’d see an annoying prick who’d push her in training until she’d break and snitch to Tony whenever she’d use his luxury cars. If she recalled memories of James, as he was, and without barriers between them, she’d see nothing, except a faint shadow of a man who had always been too close yet too far for a meaningful relationship. She had nothing of substance until this moment — James was an insecure man, perfectly hiding behind a wall of forced toughness.
She placed a tender hand on his arm, pity clawing at her bones, “I think scars tell the stories of who we are,” the ghost of a touch lingered on his skin for a moment too long, “the good, the bad, and the space in between”, a gentle smile etched itself onto her lips, “my handsome, handsome husband."
He was not her husband, but the painting of scars on his shoulder had never taken away from his beauty; that she could grudgingly admit.
It was all for show, James understood, yet he foolishly allowed himself to get lost in her softened expression and gracious words. I think scars tell the stories of who we are, he recalled y/n’s words, and though his story had been nothing, but rotten for seventy years, the latter part of his protracted life, had been spent on courageous actions, he’d like to believe. Good, bad, and somewhere in between.
It was abrupt, yet it happened. James neatly folded the t-shirt before hanging it over the lounge chair’s backrest and took a seat, leaning back with his palms firmly pressed against it. She had only ever seen him shirtless once, and the accident had been wiped clean from her memories, whether subconsciously or otherwise, but witnessing James in just a pair of swim trunks painted him in a different light. She had to find a way to extinguish this light, this newfound fire, inside her and do it quick. Did James always have bulging muscles, or a defined Adonis belt, or—
No, she stopped herself, horror burning beneath her skin, James is not attractive.
“Amelie?” A simple word carried heavy meaning. Too much of it.
The woman had been busted for checking James out, and if she trusted the universe after the ‘James replaced Steve on a vacation in Hawaii’ stunt, she’d ask for the earth, or the ocean below them, to swallow her whole. Except she didn’t, and the only way out was to flash the group a sheepish grin.
“Sometimes it takes a while,” James narrowed his eyes in amusement, “let me help you,” his hands were unbuttoning y/n’s denim shorts before she could protest.
She was grateful he abstained from speaking of her longing gazes on his exposed body in the moment, but y/n was almost certain he’d tease her all about it as soon as they stepped foot off the yacht. If there was to come a day where James would need y/n to do something she would absolutely protest against, a time bound to inevitably arrive, he had gotten enough blackmail to pressure her into acting upon unspeakable actions. The woman's newfound family, the Avengers, would certainly believe she had lusted over James more than James partaking in praise kink activities. His icy demeanor would make it impossible for others to consider him ever calling y/n a good girl. Shit, she thought, shit, the curse word bounced around in her mind for a second time, universe, if you’d like to apologize, this would be the perfect opportunity to split the ocean underneath my feet.
Heat drenched her cheeks as he nonchalantly slid the material down her legs and then later helped y/n step out of it. She reached for her shirt, hastily removing it because she couldn’t possibly handle the contrast of cool metal and sizzling touch on her exposed skin any longer.
“Sit on my lap,” James insisted. It’s all for show, the glimmer in his eyes read, and she could feel all pity for the man vanishing.
“Would it get me a good girl?” The words slipped out before she could catch them. Elijah chuckled, the sparkle of merriment in his eyes urging y/n for an explanation. “James has a thing for good girls in the bedroom.”
“Young and in love, right?” The carefree strokes of his stare melted when he had scanned over the group’s faces and returned to glare at her. “Besides, you enjoy it.”
And she did, not with Bucky, for that would be disgusting, but certain men had previously called her a good girl in the bedroom, and she had shamelessly basked in the affection.
Nonetheless, y/n bit her tongue and allowed James to bring her into his lap. A weak cough escaped past his parted lips once their bodies made contact. Alike y/n, fuck, he mentally cussed, but it was for an utterly different reason than blackmail. The soldier's body had betrayed him.
“I’m Mickey,” one of the men began speaking, and, “Hansen,” promptly disappointed y/n with his last name.
Mickey Mouse would be a better fit, she thought as the waiter brought a round of drinks.
The woman’s attentiveness in the group’s conversation had gotten lost after the second Moscow mule and, to her revulsion, the bearded man sitting left to Elijah had only been half the reason.
The other half kept her back pressed against his muscled chest — she could feel him, all of him, clenching around nothing when he’d adjust positions. Never had she been this close to James, skin against skin, the weight of her thighs resting against his own; even the worst of nightmares she had experienced didn’t compare. And yet she found herself frozen in his lap, subconsciously, or perchance consciously, wanting to stay in the most unlikely of places, with his arm draped across her waist.
James had not made a move to rid of y/n either, his fingers dancing against the skin of her pleasantly warm, sun-kissed thighs.
“You are not as subtle as you may believe.” His voice was gruff as he whispered into the crook of her neck.
The soldier was correct, she had not been entirely subtle about the traitorous fire within the pit of her stomach, but neither had the bearded man about his line of work. It was a party, to most of the people on the yacht, and he had gotten comfortable, slipping in his wording on several occasions.
It was Steve who had taught y/n the importance of trusting one’s instincts. In the field, a split-second decision could either save—or destroy—it all, and if her suspicions were to be true, she would’ve been speaking to a former HYDRA operative for the last hour without blinking an eye.
“Mark,” Elijah turned to the bearded man, and she made a mental note of his name, “is excellent at snorkeling.”
One of the other men laughed, the sound of it droll and booming, “everyone is great at snorkeling.”
“I’d disagree,” she chimed in, “fish tend to be vigilant around James,” y/n teased, voice laced with faux amusement, “as soon as he steps a foot into the ocean, it becomes vacant.”
A dry chuckle slipped past his lips, “only because I do not feed them,” he leaned down to place his empty cup on the table, inadvertently thrusting up and into her. It was a good thing they couldn’t see each other’s faces. “This one always brings a bag of bread.”
The answer was a hint, that he did not, get her hint. C’moooon, fish tend to be vigilant around James, James. Perhaps she could’ve been less indirect.
“No!” She shook her head, the reaction earning a genuine laugh from Nancy. “Fish are smart, and can sense that your favorite dish is salmon.”
Is he stupid or am I? She had never thought she would ever have the thought manifest itself in her mind, but James and I desperately need to talk and redefine our game plan.
Her theory could be quite preposterous and quite false, but the case had been closed, Elijah Williamson had been proclaimed as an innocent man, so if it led the two agents to nowhere, the worst-case scenario would be disappointment. The best scenario? The ridiculous theory could lead to a path of Elijah Williamson and Mark Basso working together. Perhaps James had been wrong, and the court had been right — HYDRA was destroyed, except for a few independent members, who had not been prosecuted.
She has always had a difficult time with names, in fact, it had taken Elijah’s snorkeling comment to recall Mark’s, but she would never forget a face. She had his thick graying beard, deep-set eyes, and pointy nose burned and then later buried in her memories from when she had accompanied Steve to a mission, staying behind to monitor security cameras. It had been at a foreign gala, with Mark Basso managing to stay out of Steve’s sight, but not y/n’s. They had not been in Germany for Mark, at the time, but she had observed him, both out of boredom and curiosity, for hours, before the captain needed help and she had switched into a vigilant agent once more.
“I do not like salmon,” James scoffed, and she elbowed him in the ribs before he had the chance to say anything else.
“Yes, you do.”
The sharp edge of her tone had him confused, but he refrained from questioning. “Only when she makes it,” he declared instead, “pesto makes it mouthwateringly good.”
James would end up drowned in the ocean if he mentioned pesto again, she decided. Perhaps suffocated by the superior pillows she had taken without an ounce of guilt, or perhaps he’d go mysteriously missing in Hawaii, and she’d return to New York dishonestly shaken from the disaster of it all.
It wasn’t y/n’s lucky day as Nancy stood up, gazing at her. “How’d you feel about another drink and some lady talk?”
She’d feel great, but it’d be nowhere close to the pleasure of a missing Bucky Barnes and an absence of training sessions. She abandoned his lap nonetheless, trailing after the woman. “If it’d be margaritas, count me in.”
They met at the stairs leading to the master cabin. She sincerely hoped James had done any form of investigation because she had wasted the last half hour gossiping with Nancy.
Though she was not a vast gossiper, she had enjoyed chatting with the woman, especially when the conversation had steered away from aimless rumors and towards her role as a human rights lawyer. Nancy was an incredibly intelligent person, with arguably great wit and judgment. If her theory was to prove true, she’d desire nothing more than for Nancy to have excluded herself from Elijah’s treacherous actions. Perchance some desires were not meant to be granted.
“I fucked up,” was not a sentence she wanted to hear from James.
“As long as it’s not another anniversary dinner,” the woman sighed, glancing around the yacht, and was glad nobody batted an eye in their direction.
“It could potentially be worse,” he scanned over Elijah’s guests, as well, before his eyes found hers, “alright, it’s significantly worse.”
She had never witnessed James as flustered as he stood in front of her that very moment, if flustered was even the word to describe him. Hues of pink had glazed over his cheeks, and though the sun was scorching, she had an idea it had nothing to do with his frazzled expression and reddened skin. Significantly worse could indicate plenty of things — dance lessons, for she wanted to keep her toes unbruised, or a photoshoot, for she needed zero evidence of forced romance and a false honeymoon.
The woman raised an eyebrow as if demanding the answer of what could be significantly worse than spending a, quite unromantic, if she said so herself, and she would, dinner together.
If Elijah had not shown up, perhaps they would have gone down a path of brief conversations and tense silences as they each devoured massive bowls of shrimp pasta. That would’ve been fine, but the politician had to celebrate his anniversary at The Maui Resort, pressuring the pair to stage a plausible performance of husband and wife, which consisted of fabricated loving glances and unsettling touches. Elijah had to conclude the two as a legitimate, endlessly in love married couple, and Elijah just had to invite them to a yacht party, where James had burned with lust for the woman he despised, almost hoping she had returned his concerns.
“I’ve agreed to join Elijah and Nancy for a couples massage.”
Oh.
“That is not worse than the dinner,” she grinned, “though I’d doubt they have a room suitable for a throuple.”
James was less than amused. “A couples massage, as in they get a room, we get a different room, and meet at the lobby for tea after the fiasco.”
Shit.
Perhaps James had not read the joyous pamphlet of Passionate Honeymoon Activities at The Maui Resort, but she had. She had read through it all, and to say that the couples massage, which was not, heartbreakingly, separate massages, sounded like an absolute hell, would be an understatement.
“James Buchanan Barnes,” the words dripped with poison, “what the fuck possessed you to agree to a couples fucking massage?!” If she had been any louder, heads would’ve turned toward the two.
“We need to get Elijah alone,” was all James could offer, “he doesn’t speak much of HYDRA with people around.”
HYDRA doesn’t exist, she thought, abstaining from voicing her inner voice. Forget James, she had to get in touch with Steve and quickly. If Mark Basso was, as she had previously assumed, a former HYDRA operative, the two were in far deeper trouble than both had estimated. Unless, of course, he just happened to frequent galas in Germany where heaps of criminals would gather for less-than-honorable endeavors.
“James,” there fell his name again, “are you aware of the hotel’s version of a couples massage?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes.
He refused to back down, holding eye contact. “Yes.” It was an obvious lie.
She chuckled dryly, “if you wanted to slather my body in coconut oil, you could’ve just asked. Besides, his wife will be there, so you won’t have Elijah entirely alone and Nancy Williamson is innocent as it stands. In fact, so is he.” She sincerely wished Nancy was blameless despite meager chances. Bucky stayed silent, which prompted a corner of y/n’s mouth to curl up into a snarky smile, “the slathering my body in coconut oil part wasn’t an actual invitation.”
“Tell me doll,” he leaned against the guard rail, sarcasm clinging to his tone, “why would I ever take it as such? Unless,” James glanced at the broad horizon before his eyes found hers again, “we have spent five years maliciously clashing without a solid cause, so we should stop pretending and kiss.” His voice retained less mockery than she was comfortable with.
The woman had no desire for James to kiss her, but the deeper into her memories she dug, the fewer reasons for their hostile relationship she could think of. Yes, he had been an asshole, and he had become inhospitable first, but if anyone else had realized why, they had failed to inform her.
Steve, she thought, I have to call Steve.
Captain America was an objectively unbiased man, but he and Bucky Barnes were best of pals, brothers since childhood who had been miraculously reunited after seventy years. The hardships of the past and the future had only gotten them closer. Though he would never blatantly display favoritism amongst the people who worked at the compound, it was clear he had a favorite of a single James Buchanan Barnes. She had zero clue if James had been planning to inform Steve of Elijah or not, but she had to get in contact with the captain first because he’d, presumably, believe Bucky over y/n as unfair as it was.
Mark Basso was not a fight she could win alone — she needed Steve’s help and advice on more matters than she had once considered.
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actually I'm gonna make a list of MW codenames. We already know Angela is Vengeance
Akande: Boonfist or Dawnfist
Olivia: Destello or Brillo meaning flash or glow
Amelie: Webmaker
Ana: Shrike still works or maybe Jazaar meaning butcher cuz shrikes are called butcher birds and I think that fits
Reinhardt: Dunkleritter meaning dark knight or Zerschmettern meaning shatter or Raserai meaning frenzy like his new passive
Brigitte: Förfalska or Smält
Lena: Bloodthirst or Vampire or Carmilla
Zarya: we could use Mogila meaning grave as in gravity, or Omega if she's somewhat of a Sigma equivalent or Izgnaniye meaning expulsion
Ok so with MW!Akande specifically his name would still be Doomfist, as that code name is not something he picked but something that comes with the gauntlet he uses. Not only that but the first Doomfist was a hero, so I doubt that his name specifically would change.
For Sombra, her even going by her real name is the switch, though I do think she would go by a code name due to the fact I highly doubt that she isn't involved with Blackwatch. I also really like the code names you picked, so I'd also like to present the code name I think she'd go by; Azucar (a reference to HoN, specifically the wirless connection she uses to hack).
For Amelie, though it is confirmed that she goes by Captain Lacroix in this universe, it is also confirmed that Gerard is alive, and I highly doubt he's a civilian or at least has always been a civilian. So I like to think that Amelie would have had a code name when she was a cadet. As for the code name you suggested may I suggest Webdancer or Spiderdancer? mainly because the "maker" part of Widowmaker was mainly a play on words because she made herself a widow. So I think that part of her name doesn't really make sense in this universe. For my reasoning for Spiderdancer specifically, The Spider is actually a dance technique in ballet, and I thought that was fitting.
Ana, I have no notes for, honestly completely see her just going by Shrike in this universe. Same with Brig and Rein.
For Lena I was honestly thinking Slipstream, mainly because this Tracer is very revenge focused, probably specifically towards Overwatch. So it would make sense that her code name would be a constant reminder that Overwatch caused this, that they did this to her.
As for Zarya I was thinking "Sirus" the meaning of the actual name is 'glowing' or 'scorching' but this is more of a reference to Sirius B, a white dwarf star, which is the opposite of a supernova. Supernova being Zarya's namesake.
Sorry if this ended up being a big tangent, you just gave me a big brain blast. The names you did a really good though and I really like them!! You did a really good job of researching what the names mean and how they would fit with the characters. Mad respect to you for that!
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amelie here
*makes my oc steal your OC's key item*
He has rabies, and likes to chew on metal🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
oh my gOD SCORCHED NO DON’T-
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Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 15
Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamy" moments.
Chapter Summary:
Amelie reminisces on a childhood fairy tale.
****Trigger Warning****
Loss of a Child
Chapter 15: The Tale of the Rings of the Graham De Vanily Twins
Her change was almost immediate. The next day, the windows were opened wider, the house basked in natural light. There was nothing dulling her eyes when she smiled. On that day, it seemed like erasing her memories was the best decision Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Emelie had ever made. But they didn’t seem to understand how tightly her trauma was embedded into her essence.
Amelie hadn’t shared each detail with Felix; he didn’t need to know the atrocious deeds that her father had forced her to obey using the ring. His grandparents had held the rings since before the twins were born, so all of Amelie’s foundational years were marred by the ring. All of the essential development that humans need to function was linked to trauma. When she lost her memories, she lost a great deal of her brilliance. She had always been selfless and caring and, thankfully, that continued to shine through. But her memory of simple tasks had slipped. Her ability to understand how to read a room, or to filter her own words, were akin to an eight year old.
Felix stood in her studio, struggling with the pain of the ghost of his mother. Sometimes, she used to stay in this room for days - making sure each stroke was perfect. Felix would even “help” her by holding her palette, or picking out colours. She had been painting since she was young as a method to channel her pain. When there was nothing rotten left inside, she barely recognized a paint brush.
The last time Amelie was in ‘her’ art room, she became irritated. Though she marvelled at the beauty of the paintings surrounding her, she was frustrated at her decision to fill the room with a superior artist. They were meant to be inspiration, but they left her feeling inadequate. Felix didn’t realise how much he adored the paint smears along his mother’s face until he knew he would never see them again.
He ran his fingers along her dusty supplies. Before the oblivion, it was rare that her art box ever closed. He clicked open the lid to the crushed tubes of paint. Some hadn’t been shut properly, causing them to solidify; his real mother would have never let that happen.
“What are you doing in here, sweetie?” Amelie beamed at Felix.
Forcing a smile, Felix met his mother’s gleam. “Just thinking about trying to paint myself, do you want to try with me?”
Amelie chuckled as she began to walk around the room. “These paintings are so beautiful. Even with a lifetime of practice, I don’t think I could ever create something like this.”
“It’s not always about being the best, Mom. Sometimes… It’s just about the moments.” Felix yearned to paint side by side once again.
“Oh, sweetie. There’s just too much other amazing stuff to do than to try to learn a new hobby. I have no idea what I was thinking! You’re welcome to paint though love. I was planning on throwing away the supplies anyway. At least if you take them, they’ll get some use!” Though she felt as though her time had passed, the idea of Felix painting elated her. He always seemed so brooding, a little colour in his life could be a great thing.
Felix walked over to the darkest picture in the room. A pair of silver rings sat in the middle, covered in blood. They sat on blackened dirt, surrounded by scorched trees and floating embers. “Mom?”
“Yes, Darling?” She had already become distracted by her nails.
“What do you think of this painting?” He pointed towards her photo, hoping that it could bring something back.
“Oh, that one upsets my stomach. It’s so dark. I don’t know why on earth I thought it was a good purchase.” Her naivety exasperated Felix. She couldn’t remember making them, yet seemed to immediately replace creating them with simple transactions.
“Don’t you remember? You picked it out because it reminded you of the Graham De Vanily rings?” Though her memories of their influence of the rings were gone, she still remembered the bedtime fairy tales surrounding them.
“Oh, yes, that’s right.” She approached the painting. “Sorry, my memory is… it’s not what it used to be, sweetie. Let’s get out of this room, it gives me the creeps.”
“Can you tell me about the rings again?”
“You and that story!” She giggled, brushing Felix’s hair to the side. “I will tell you the tale if we get out of this room! I think a proper story needs sunlight… And maybe some tea and biscuits.” Slightly tickling him, she scampered out of the room.
Morosely, Felix followed her, pausing to shut off the lights.
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“A very long time ago, demons and all things dark used to swim the earth!” Amelie’s green eyes sparkled as she told the story, panning her hand in front of her to embody her words. “Our family was on the front lines. For centuries The Graham De Vanily family studied the ways of the beasts. But no one ever showed as great of courage as the twins, Florence and Flora. They were so fierce and beautiful, that the gods were drawn to them. They would watch the family- just like the Kardashians!”
Felix skillfully hid his disgust at his valiant ancestors being compared to a celebrity TV show.
“One warm spring day, Florence and Flora sat in the pasture with their little boys. Cedric, the younger of the boys, began to toddle into the forest. Terrified, Florence called for him to come back. But he did not listen, he pushed forward into the haunted trees.” Amelie made a ghostly noise while waving her fingers. “Florence tried to run after him, but his tiny legs moved with defying speed.”
“Are you sure you want to hear the next part? I don’t know why all fairy tale stories need to be filled with dark omens.” She brought her hand to Felix’s in a manner of comfort, in case the story had brought him any sense of distress.
“I’m fine, Mother.” He calmed her with a warm smile. “I love hearing this story - every piece.”
“Okay,” she exhaled to prepare herself for the ‘spooky’ part of the story. “She finally caught up to her beautiful son. His body was torn apart, barely leaving her anything to hold onto. Florence let out a shriek so great it echoed through the valleys. Her agony was so powerful that it devastated the soil under the boy's remains. They say that, to this day, nothing has been able to grow where she found him, not even a weed.”
“She was so distraught, she begged the beast to take her life with Cedric’s. But instead of a beast facing her, a goddess appeared. The goddess radiated goodness as she took Florence’s hand. She brought Florence back to the pasture, where Flora sat in terror, gripping her own boy to her chest. Without a word, the goddess took the boy from his mother’s arms.” Amelie pretended to cradle a baby and boop its nose as she continued.
“She said, ‘Dear Boy, you will listen to your mother won’t you?’ The boy, frozen in fright, agreed to always obey. She set the boy back down and instructed him to stay near. Then, she told the twins something that would change their life forever!” Amelie’s mood had lifted, clearly calming at the tonal shift of the tale.
“The goddess said that Florence’s pain had released a power so great, it had killed the beast plaguing the forest. It had been trapped within a tube of silver. With immense strength, the Goddess tore the rings in half. She gave the smaller one to Florence and told her that this ring would carry the strength of her love. Then, she gave the thicker one to Flora, saying that it would carry the strength of Florence’s pain. ‘With these rings’ she told them, ‘you will be able to keep your children safe. They will obey your precautions’. The twins revelled in their gift. Never would they need to worry about their children fleeing into darkness.”
“But, as is any gift forged of dark magic, it came with
precautions and rules. The goddess said that only Graham De Vanily twins could wear the rings, or it would end in devastation! The twins became worried, what would happen to the rings after they passed? The goddess, sensing their discomfort, smiled so bright the sun was forced to lower. She placed her hand on Florence’s belly and said, ‘every generation of Graham De Vanily blood will carry twins. The rings must always follow them.’” Amelie smiled as she smoothed Felix’s cheek.
“Do you think the stories could be true?” Felix asked, bringing his hand to cover hers.
“Oh you’re so silly! I’m sure my grandparents found them at a shop and told a mysterious tale to go with it!” She loved how, even at 11, he still regarded the fantasies in the world as plausible.
“Did you ever wear the ring?” Felix tilted his head towards her.
“No… they…” she frowned as she struggled to remember. “They went missing… but… Emelie found them. And now, she and Gabriel wear them as a symbol of our family.”
“Do you ever want yours back?”
One of Amelie’s eyes began to twitch as she grappled with her own opinions, her own thoughts. “It would be nice to have a piece of family history with us. They are supposed to be in our family.”
Author's Note:
What did you think of the memory of Amelie being taken? I find her character irritatingly obtuse in the show - especially since everyone else in the families seems to be kid genius'. So I needed a way for that to make sense!
Also - poor Felix, amiright? Like, his mom is an entirely different person. You have to deal with the fact that you love someone, you've known them you're entire life, but they're a complete stranger.
Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.
#lukadrien#lgbt#everyone needs a hug#post cannon#aged up characters#mature#bad dad gabriel agreste#luka#adrien#mental illness#suicidal ideation#secret relationship#everyone is insane#fanfiction#fan fiction#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#luka couffaine#angst#slow burn#chatnoir#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug fanwork
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Complete List of NaNaNa! Dolls
Surprise Series 1
Britney Sparkles
Minna Moody
CJ Cuddles
Sarah Snuggles
Aubrey Heart
Roxie Foxy
Surprise Series 2
Katherine Whiskers
Michael Manchester
Nina Nanners
Aspen Fluff
Misha Mouse
Tuesday Meow
Surprise Series 3
AnnaBelle Moooshe
Jeremy Hops
Dottie DeMil
Fifi Le'Fluff
Jennel Jaguar
Sasha Scratch
Surprise Series 4
Tommy Torro
Bianca Bengal
Bebe Groovy
Juli Joyful
Melanie Mod
Paula Purrfect
Ultimate Surprise Series 1
Alex Heart
Piper Prim
Surprise Sparkle Series 1
Andre Avalanche
Krysta Splash
Marina Jewels
Becky Buckaneer
Sailor Blu
Daria Duckie
Teens Series 1
Coco Von Sparkle
Samantha Smartie
Carmen Linda
Rebel Dare
Quinn Nash
Teens Series 2
Alaska Frost
Amelia Outback
Gretchen Stripes
Lila Lamb
Parker Scorch
Glam Series 1 (2-in-1 Pom Doll Glam)
Alice Hops
Cali Grizzly
Ari Prism
Victoria Grand
Chrissy Diamond
Maxwell Dan
Glam Series 2 (2-in-1 Pom Doll Glam)
Erika Featherton
Liling Luck
Gianni Wilde
Tabitha Nekota
Mallory Duckington
3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom
Sarah Snuggles
Tuesday Meow
Jennel Jaguar
Aubrey Heart
Slumber Party
Mila Rose
Lara Vonn
Sweetest Hearts (2022 Valentine’s Day Collection)
Valentina Moore
Gisele Goodheart
Eva Evermore
Lily Sarang
Cynthia Sweets
Maria Buttercup
Family
Style 1 - Margot Belle/Sophie Belle/Bisous The Cat
Style 2 - Winnie Joyful/Mimi Joyful/Bamboo The Panda
Accessories/Other
Pink Soft Plush Convertible Car
Kitty-Cat Camper Playset
Kitt-Cat Campground Tent Playset
Pom Slap Bands (5 varieties)
Camping
Sierra Foxtail
Myra Woods
Teens Series 3 (August 2022)
Queenie Plume
Odette Lakewood
Claudia Pincer
Keiko Koinobori
Sweetest Gems (birthstone collection, part 1) (August 2022)
April Sparkles
Juno Summers
Emery Moss
Marina Tealstone
Valentina Lovely
Ruby Frost
3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom series 2 (Oct 2022)
Maya Whiskerfull
Reena De La Rosa
Cozy Series (Fall 2022)
Isla Waddles
Bailey Frost
Evie Von Hoo
Harper Waters
Leona White
Donnie Ranger
Minis Series 1
Britney Sparkles
Minna Moody
CJ Cuddles
Sarah Snuggles
Aubrey Heart
Roxie Foxy
Katherine Whiskers
Tuesday Meow
Michael Manchester
Nina Nanners
Aspen Fluff
Misha Mouse
Backpack Minis
Lizzy York
Amelie Laurent
Minis Series 2
Annabelle Moooshe
Jennel Jaguar
Dottie DeMil
Fifi Le'Fluff
Bebe Groovy
Melanie Mod
Juli Joyful
Paula Purrfect
Bianca Bengal
Jeremy Hops
Tommy Toro
Sasha Scratch
Surprise Minis Ultimate Surprise 2023
Kitty Katwood
Fuzzy Surprise Series 1
Jenny Jaguar
Peter Panda
Catie Cat
Cora Cowgirl
Zara Zebra
Tiger Linda
3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom (series 3) Unicorn Playsets
Britney Sparkles
Whitney Sparkles
Backpack Minis Series 2
Khloe Kitty
Marisa Mouse
Minis Series 3
Cora Cowgirl
Jenny Jaguar
Peter Panda
Zara Zebra
Catie Cat
Tiger Linda
Tuesday Meow
Aubrey Heart
Mimi Joyful
Ari Prism
Whitney Sparkles
Mia Mermaid
Sweetest Sweets
Bailey Bunny
Katie Kitten
Brianna Bear
Lily Llama
I believe this list is exhaustive, but I did make it myself, so please let me know if you spot anything missing or inaccurate. Will update as new items are released.
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The God and the Wolf - Pt. 4/4
Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada
Tw: Implied Violence and Character Death
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Hanzo averted his eyes; an unexpected wave of terror flooded his chest. This must have been Amelie’s gift. He prayed that Cole would accept it,
“Yes.” He answered.
The god shifted. His gaze burned into Hanzo’s temple, but the wolf couldn’t turn to meet it. The god’s mouth parted wetly, then clacked shut. This repeated several times, before he croaked out,
“Could you do that this whole time?”
Pain fractured Cole’s voice. Hanzo’s body usurped his mind and he turned, greeted by his lover’s heartbroken expression.
Stricken, a weak, “No,” was all he could muster.
Pain bled into confusion, Cole tilted his head “I--” his eyebrows pulled together as he grimaced and looked towards the wolf. “How?”
Hanzo lowered his gaze, “I believe it was a gift from my Master.” He tightened his jaw, strengthened his footholds and prepared for the inevitable ‘why?’
“Well--
that was awfully nice of ‘er.”
Hanzo’s mind stalled and his eyes shot up to Cole’s face. Though his eyebrows still creased, his mouth had relaxed into a pensive smile. Such a simple man.
Hanzo chuckled and watched Cole’s face brighten. Through the years, Cole had said so much and yet Hanzo understood so little. He was a mystery. Empires had risen and crumbled, wars scorched the Earth, yet he remained unchanged; a monolith—a beacon that guided Hanzo’s weary soul home.
With this gift, he could finally learn about the man he loved.
“Cole, there is something I must ask.”
His cheeks flushed at the mention of his name, “Yeah, Darlin’?”
Hanzo rushed forward, pressed his nose to Cole’s, and narrowed his eyes,
“Why do you speak so strangely?”
The responding laugh blanketed Hanzo and, for the first time, another laugh weaved with it.
~
The symphony of their meeting rumbled throughout the night. Lulled into serenity by his partner’s steady breathing, Hanzo lounged, his head perched on Cole’s lap. The dawn sky painted the world shades of lilac; the sun had not yet crested the trees. Hanzo wanted to spend eternity in this moment.
Cole’s tired voice severed his reverie,
“’s almost time.”
The weight of inevitability crushed him. He sat up and nuzzled against Cole’s face. A whine escaped his throat—he wanted more time. A rustling emanated from the forest behind him.
The champion.
“Cole,” his throat tightened, there was so much he had wished to say. The footsteps were getting closer. Thought evaded him. His lungs burned; he couldn’t breathe.
Hurry.
”I am deeply sorry.” He choked out.
Cole chuckled, an affectionate smile adorned his face, “Ain’t nothing, Darlin’.” A warm kiss graced his snout, “A lil’ pain is a cheap price for an eternity with you.”
Cold tears trickled through his fur, “Thank you, Cole.”
Cole smiled;
he was beautiful.
A twig snapped. The champion was almost there. Hanzo placed his Fang over Cole’s heart,
“I love you.” He whispered, and pressed down.
As Cole faded away to thoughts of their future, Hanzo turned to face the Champion.
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DEATH STRANDING CHRISTMAS
Summary: It's Christmas time and love is in the air. What will happen when everyone will be reunited that day?
Warnings: None
Words: 6637
Authors: Cass & Rouge
A/N: Merry Christmas! Wishing you all the happiness your holiday can hold!
Allured by the peace and quietness and the scent of freshly baked Christmas cake coming from a canteen, you took your lingering gaze off of the enormous Christmas tree adorned with glistening ornaments and glowing fairy lights draped around it that stood in the middle of the huge chamber that was usually serving as a dayroom.
As the evening sky faded away, the pink and orange hues were replaced with dark shades of blue.
The festively designed decorations, illuminated with blinking Christmas lights, vibrant ornaments and brightly colored signs, were lined up along either side of the corridor.
As you entered the canteen, the loud, spirited laughter of people could be heard over the continuous chatter surrounding the vivacious atmosphere; it brought a wide smile to your lips.
It's been a great time without Christmas, and you truly couldn't understand how it was possible that no one has ever tried to bring the magnificent spirit of Christmas back.
This year it'll be different, you told yourself half a month prior when you visited Die-Hardman with a plan for Christmas arrangements.
In the canteen you made sure that everything was going well.
There it was, as clear as the sky on a scorching summer day, that particular aroma, that perfect blend of spicy and sweet - gingerbreads were baked.
Die-Hardman stepped into the canteen as well, he wore his best suit and tie; he looked as festive as if this were a normal family reunion. "Y/N," he nodded at you a little. "As I can see, everything's in place, my sincere congratulations, the truth is I didn't think you'll be able to set all this."
With a grin playing in the corners of your lips you gave the bid back. "Yes, sir, apparently I made everything, with the little help of Sam who, just between us, wasn't a fan of the idea though."
"Little help? I had to bring the whole tree in, you think it was easy?," Sam walked in looking up at the Christmas tree, while holding his BB pod. "Not to mention I had to run to get all of the trinkets you placed on that poor tree. What is it for anyway?"
"Y/N found old records about Christmas. She decided to organize some on her own, for us all," Dead man explained. "I think she did it nicely. Like in some old photos."
"Yeah, sure." Sam muttered. "At least it looks like Lou likes it."
"Of course I did nicely! I did my best!," You claimed happily and Die-Hardman chuckled deeply.
"So... You did all of that for five of us? Kinda excessive if you ask me," Sam said and walked closer to the tree to show colorful light to Lou.
"Not only for five, there will be more. That's what Y/N promised, isn't it Y/N?," Deadman said looking at you.
You nodded and walked to him. He wore a sweatshirt with reindeer dressed in a Christmas hat. "Correct. Also let me tell ya that I love your sweatshirt!"
Die-Hardman led everyone closer to the Christmas tree. "Okay, I hope that rest will join us…”
His sentence was cut off by Cliff who appeared out of nowhere.
He was having a red hat with pompom and was dressed like Santa Claus. "Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas everyone! Hope I didn't get late! My men, it took them too much time to get dressed properly!," He chuckled and few of his comrades appeared right behind him. This time they weren't having rifles with them but a lot of bags with presents wrapped in colorful paper.
Sam blinked a few times, he turned to you. "How... How did you do that?," He asked quietly.
"We are here finally!," Mama said happily as she and Lockne joined the party. Both sisters dressed in colors perfect for christmas.
"Mama couldn't find her glasses," Lockne added.
You hugged them both. "It's so good to see you again!," You claimed and clapped your hands.
Soon, there was a cracking sound and Amelie joined you. As always she wore a red, fitted dress and she was holding a few packages in her hands. She put them under the Christmas tree and gave a smile to Sam. "Merry Christmas, Sam. Merry Christmas to everyone!"
Sam gave a flat smile and nodded. "Merry Christmas, Amelie," he said, turning Lou to all the guests. "Look how many people are here."
Another cracking sound filled the room and Fragile showed up. "Merry Christmas to everyone?"
"It looks like your plan worked out perfectly, Y/N. How did you do that?," Deadman asked. "It's a lot of people in one place."
"I messaged everyone, and if it comes to Amelie, let's just skip this though," you chuckled. "I asked them to come, and I told them that we can't simply give upon our traditions just because Death Stranding is on. They agreed," you replied.
After a few minutes the door to the dayroom slid open and Heartman entered with dancing moves. "Hey, guys! Oh, Mama! Good to see you! Magnificent! Wow! You also have a Christmas tree! And decorations! Hmm, am I correct?! Is this true?! Do I sense gingerbreads?!," He almost sang.
"Someone had too much Christmas, maybe it wasn't a good idea to pull him out of the lab... His heart... Ya know the deal, right?," Sam asked you quietly with a frown.
"Sam grumpy as ever," Fragile said, walking up to the two of you. "This was an amazing idea Y/N. Oh! Sam I have gift for little one."
Sam raised his eyebrow and handed the pod to Fragile.
"Hi there, Lou. Merry Christmas," she said before pulling out a little sweater and putting it around the pod. "Oh! Look at this!"
"Lou looks like a little candy! How cute is that!," You clapped hands and walked to Heartman to place a brief kiss to his cheek as a greeting. "Hey there handsome, I'm so glad you've accepted my invitation."
"How could I not?," he chuckled. "For this special occasion I turned the AED off."
"Let's just hope he won't suddenly drop dead during the supper... Or whatever Y/N prepared," Sam said and looked at the pod in Fragile hands.
She only giggled and raised the pod. "Cliff! What do you think? It's cute, right?"
Both Mama and Lockne let out a loud aww sound at the sight of BB wearing the sweater.
"So Y/N. You are the head of this whole thing. What should we do now, the truth is not everyone knows what to do during Christmas," Deadman said, looking around.
Cliff approached Fragile who held Lou and tapped the glass with his finger. "Hey, BB, you're the cutest BB of all time!"
"Okay, guys!," You whistled loudly to get their attention. "First, I want to say something," you announced happily. "I'm so glad to see you all here, in this place. It has a very symbolic meaning to me, we're one, just like our beautiful country will be when Sam will finish connecting all cities to the chiral network," you smiled at them, tugging on the dress you wore. "It means a lot as we all are one. We are one in our mutual experiences, in our closeness and understanding..."
You slipped your glance along everyone in the room. "Merry Christmas! You can have a snack, they're on the table," you nodded in the direction of the table where a lot of dishes were awaiting to be consumed, including huge roasted turkey. "Later, after dinner, we will have a very important encounter with Santa Claus!," You winked at Cliff who nodded slightly.
A loud cracking sound filled the room. "HELLO THERE BRIDGES! Merry fucking Christmas, guys!," Higgs yelled loudly, not bothered by all the looks he got. "Why do you look at me like that? Oh yes, yes, I know. I should bring a gift but I didn't have enough parts to build another nuke," he rolled his eyes, waving his hand around.
You shook your head as Heartman instinctively shielded you with his body. "Who is he?," You asked with curiosity in your tone.
"That's Higgs. The man who blew a few cities out of America's map," Heartman informed you quietly.
Amelie put hands to her hips. "I wasn't aware you're going to be here as well, Higgs," she almost snorted.
Die-Hardman gave the newcomer a mean glance. "Seriously? Even on such a day you need to destroy everything?"
Meantime, your glance was still on the man in the hood.
"Wooooooow, I feel so welcomed here," Higgs said, removing his hood off his head. "I destroy stuff, it's just my thing but I see something else I can destroy."
Higgs suddenly vanished and then appeared right behind you.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here? Thanks, heartboy," he said picking you up to take a look at you. "Ain't ya a beauty that is worth to be taken under the mistletoe?"
Sam facepalmed. "There is no day with break."
You blinked but being taken completely aback by stranger's action, you had to wrap arms around his neck to support yourself. "Uhm, hi there, sir. Can you consider putting me down though? I feel pretty intimidated," you whispered, your eyes fixed on his, and dear Beach, his eyes were so magnetising!
Amelie sighed. "It's Christmas after all, guys. I think we should let him stay. In such a time no one should be alone."
Die-Hardman agreed with the lady in red. "Amelie's right."
Sam blinked. "Seriously? He nuked two cities and planned to nuke the third one. “You can't be serious!"
Higgs giggled, patting your hips. "Being intimidating is my second name, sugar," he pretended to think about your request. "Well I don't know. I love little sweet girls like you, maybe I will take you as my gift."
"To be fair, director, Higgs is a highly dangerous man. He proved this many times," Deadman added.
"I like this guy. He makes me blush," Higgs said and then looked at you. "I think I may have a gift for you, sugar,” he added before giving you a golden mask.
You took it in hand and fitted it to your face. "Gangsta!," You chuckled and ran to the nearest mirror to have a look. "Ha! This is so cool!"
You waited for him to approach you. "My name's Y/N. And you're Higgs, that's what Heartman told me."
Heartman looked after you and blinked. "She's impossible. Jumping like a puppy but this is what happens when a young girl is alone for too long, am I right, Mama?"
Amelie walked to Deadman and put hand on his shoulder. "Trust me. I know what he did but maybe by showing him kindness we'll get more than by following his game."
Die-Hardman cleared his throat. "Okay. Let's take the seats and have a meal. This is a special day, everyone deserves kindness, just like Amelie said."
Cliff took BB from Sam and set it on the chair right next to him. "Can someone pass me the knife? I forgot my army knife and someone has to cut the turkey!"
BB rolled in the pod and giggled waving at Sam.
Mama and her sister frowned looking at Heartman.
"What was that supposed to mean?," Mama asked, offended.
"Yes, what was that supposed to mean?," Lockne repeated after her sister.
Deadman nodded at Amelie's comment. "Maybe you are right."
"Oh! I have a knife, army-man!," Higgs said loudly, presenting his own knife. "I never leave it. Maybe you should learn this too," he chuckled before being pulled away by Fragile.
"You better behave if you want to stay here. Be normal for one single day," she growled and Higgs nodded. "Okay! Okay! Noted! I wouldn't dear to fuck up Y/N's day. I bet she worked her ass off for all of this."
You took your seat at the table, right between Sam and Fragile.
Cliff took the golden knife from Higgs' hands, offering the tall man a suspicious glance. "I hope you're not the guy who's bothering my son and Lou. Otherwise, I'd have to kill you," he informed with a cold grimace in his face which quickly vanished and was replaced by a grin. "Okay! Who wants the chicken?! Hey!," He got up and glanced at his comrades who were trying to sneak to the tree and gifts located under. "Behave! Get back to the table! No turkey, no presents! For fuck's sake, I asked you all to behave! How many times did we train the entire thing?!"
One of the army men quickly got back to the table. "Uhm, few," he admitted and took the helmet off, placing it on the polished floor.
"And what did I say?," Cliff asked while cutting the turkey.
"We get in, we greet living beings, we have a meal, we behave, we get presents and we have a party."
Heartman laughed loudly. "Cliff, I have to say you're having a huge authority among them. What a situation!"
Amelie offered everyone a grin. "Does anyone want some potatoes?"
Higgs sat right next to Sam and gave Cliff an innocent smile.
"Oh no, Mr Sam's dad. I am a good boy, my twin brother bothers Sam. Besides, Sam bothers me too! He keeps destroying my plans! And BTs!," He whimpered dramatically.
Sam only rolled his eyes and moved a little closer to you to get away from the terrorist.
"I’ve seen them before yet they still freak the fuck out of me," he whispered to you, looking at the soldiers.
"I can say the same…," Fragile said quietly
"I am so surprised they are so…," Mama said, thinking about the right word.
"Obedient," Lockne added quickly. “We expected them to be... How to name it?"
"Creatures of chaos," Mama finished.
You smiled at Sam and quickly turned head to face Lockne and Mama. "It's called discipline, right, Mr Unger?"
Cliff offered you a bright grin. "The girl's smart. I like her. If my son wouldn't have this phobia of his, I bet he would take a chance on you."
BB rolled in the pod.
Amelie chuckled and covered her lips with a curled hand. "Actually, Cliff, Sam would be her father if he made an effort..."
Heartman laughed loudly before he stopped his outburst, he also raised his thumb up. "And 20 likes go to Lady Strand! What a beautiful, honest summary!"
Higgs laughed and patted Sam's back. "Well! Ya know guys, some men like younger girls. Honestly I would love to get Y/N in my hands. To pin her down and just…," Higgs didn't finish his sentence because he got smacked on the back of the head by Fragile.
"Behave," she growled after getting back in her seat.
"To be fair, since we got on that topic. I don't think the age difference should be a taboo any longer," Deadman said before digging into his meal. "World is shattered, we should do what we can to make sure humanity doesn't die. Of course while keeping some moral boundaries."
"Do we really have to talk about such stuff now?," Sam groaned, rolling his eyes. "I don't like this topic."
"Oh, why? Because you can't get laid, Sammy boy?," Higgs almost sang, teasing Sam.
Cliff rose from his seat and threw a glance to Higgs who quickly shut his mouth. "That's way better," Cliff said and pretended that he rose only to get the corn salad.
Die-Hardman took his mask off and started eating the turkey that Cliff handled to him. "I need to agree with Deadman. Humanity is on the edge of destruction and extinction..."
"... Thanks to terrorists like Higgs," Heartman added, his eyes fixed on the uninvited guest.
"That's not what I meant... However you're not wrong on this," Die-Hardman agreed. "What I meant is that we should take care of reproduction, to make sure that the human race will survive and will be able to rebuild our world. To make it great again."
You blushed hearing Higgs' words about him liking younger girls, so to hide it you grabbed the glass and drank the wine that was poured by Mama.
Amelie nodded as she was cutting her piece of turkey into little slices. "We all are sober yet the topics are getting interesting already. I'm curious what will be next."
BB swam a little and moved closer to Sam.
"Oh, BB, granddaddy is here too, look, look," Clifford waved hand to get Lou's attention and then he put the Santa Claus hat on, playing with the pompon. "Look, little one! Granddad is Santa Claus!"
"To be fair, Y/N and Sam would look cute together. Imagine the cute kids they would have!" Mama said excited and Lockne nodded eagerly. "I want to be an aunt!"
Fragile noticed your red face and smiled gently rubbing your shoulder. "It's okay Y/N. Family is like this. They will talk and then they will stop."
Higgs frowned looking at Heartman. "Hey! Heart boy! I don't see the world getting better thanks to science boys like you," he growled resting his elbow on Sam's shoulder.
Sam quickly pushed it off his shoulder with an annoyed sound.
Higgs rolled his eyes before digging into his food. "Oh, fucking shit! This shit is good! Fucking better than a pizza! Oh! By the way, Sam! Lately you started to bring it cold. I don't like it."
Sam let out a loud sigh. "Then start to move your ass. You can jump and grab it yourself."
"Naaah! Making you visit me is more fun!," Higgs giggled.
You were covered in a blush after Mama and Lockne's words. You tugged on Sam's sleeve. "I swear, this is my first and last Christmas Eve ever."
You also giggled hearing complaints made by Higgs.
Heartman got up to get another piece of mashed potatoes. "To your information, Higgs, we build, not destroy, and that's the difference you'll never understand, you little devil's spawn."
Clifford clapped his hands. "Come on, guys, eat, eat or we won't get to presents this year!"
Die-Hardman smiled at his friend. "It's good to see you among us, Clifford."
Unger grinned and turned head to you. "Hey, Y/N, what drinks do we have except wine? I don't say it's bad but as for a real man, like me or my son, we could have something stronger. Cognac or whiskey."
Heartman chuckled. "You can always get Monster with vodka. Pretty dangerous mix but tasty. Tried a few times."
Sam chuckled at your comment. "At least next year I will have less work to do," he joked.
"Now I know why your heart is so fucked up. Since you drink such a mixes," Higgs commented before licking his plate completely clean. "I ask for more!"
Lockne, Mama and Fragile followed Cliff's order and started to eat as well.
"Well... For me some beer is enough," Sam said checking on Lou.
"I'll go get the drinks," you offered and politely excused yourself before getting off the table.
Heartman quickly got up too. "I'll help Y/N."
Amelie offered mashed potatoes to Higgs. "You're pretty hungry, aren't you?"
"Hell fucking yeah I am! Sitting in the bunker or camp and eating cold pizza ain't easy, sweetheart," Highs nodded and started to eat as soon as he got more food on his plate.
"Such a diet isn't good. You should eat more healthy stuff," Deadman said.
Higgs only shrugged, being too busy with his food.
Fragile sighed and shook her head. "No manners. You should spend some time with Clif to learn something, Higgs."
"Oh, I'd gladly train you, young man," Clifford said. "With me above you, you'd be running smoothly."
"I'm sorry, I know that thing I'll say is totally wrong but I imagined some other things, Clifford. With Monaghan beneath... Oh, dear God, forgive me for I have sinned," Heartman added before he left the room with you.
Die-Hardman spat himself with the wine he was drinking.
BB started chuckling.
Amelie blinked and facepalmed. "Maybe extinction is not a bad idea?"
Meantime, you and Heartman were in the pantry, collecting bottles of alcohol and cans of Monster and beer.
"I think that this little party is great, Y/N," Heartman stated. "Thank you for this opportunity of having some substitute for normal life, it's been a while since I felt truly happy," his voice broke a little, so you put the bottle of Jack Daniels and simply gave him a bear hug.
Sam choked on his food.
Mama and Lockne laughed loudly. "Not to offend anyone, that would be something nice to watch," Lockne said with a giggle.
Higgs hummed. "Sorry, ladies! I am more of a top but if any of you are interested, I am single as a pringle and ready to mingle. Just I am not into man, sorry, Mr Sam's papa."
Sam blinked, taking in what just happened and after a moment he groaned. It was a bit too much for him.
Soon, you and Heartman returned. You walked to Cliff and handed him a bottle of whiskey.
Heartman poured some vodka to everyone who wanted and handled Sam a can of beer.
"So, Y/N, are you enjoying the fest you threw?," Amelie asked with her soft glance on you.
"Yes, I do, even if I cringe from time to time, I think it's cute to have you all in one place."
You then turned to Fragile. "Hey, do you know something more about that Higgs guy who got here on blackballed? I need to think about something for him. I prepared gifts for everyone but him. I didn't expect anyone else to join," you whispered leaning to the woman.
Die-Hardman looked at Mama. "How is your research? Did you fix Sam's qupid?"
Mama nodded. "We did actually. Everything should be more than good once he is out again."
"It wasn't a hard fix. Just a few updates and it's working perfectly again," Lockne said before taking a sip of her wine.
"Uuuu! Smart ladies! I like it!," Higgs nudged Sam with elbow. "I need to get to know them. Twins are like two in one deal!"
"I am not doing that," Sam muttered with a frown.
Fragile looked at you. "Oh trust me, I know him a bit too much. He shouldn't get a gift for being a bad person," Fragile stated quietly.
"Yeah, I understand, but it will be in a bad tone to not gift one person... Ok, I'll think of something."
An hour passed on many talks, the atmosphere was filled with laughter.
"Dears, did anyone see Cliff?," Die-Hardman asked as he spotted his friend was missing.
You also vanished from the room.
BB was already sleeping and Amelie was sitting with Heartman, chatting like there was no tomorrow.
"I think Y/N took him to the other room," Sam said, looking at sleeping Lou.
"Maybe she decided to extend the human kind with him!," Higgs said quickly. "Since his son didn't want her, daddy decided to try it. I can't blame her," he shrugged.
"Just shut your mouth, Higgs," Sam growled.
Higgs giggled and continued to drink his beer.
"Hey, wait a minute, Lockne and Mama are gone, too," Heartman said as he was pulled from deep conversation with Amelie.
"Foursome?," Higgs purred while Sam facepalmed together with Fragile.
"Y/N probably planned something special. She prepared Christmas in smaller details," Deadman nodded his head a little. "The food was great."
"That's true!," Sam added.
Suddenly, the music came out of speakers.
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
"HO-HO-HO!," The main door slid open and Clifford dressed as Santa Claus entered the room. He was having a huge bag thrown over his shoulder, his hat with pompom was tilted slightly.
His four comrades were having reindeer hats on.
You, Lockne and Mama entered the room right behind him, all three of you dressed in white, short dresses with wings made of silky material and snowflake patterns on your dresses, rocking to the music.
"Come here, children! I hope you all were good for the last year, ho-ho-ho!," Clifford took a seat in a huge armchair you borrowed from Die-Hardman. "It's time for presents!"
"So maybe Lou first, he is the youngest one, huh? What do you say?," Sam said softly, tapping on the glass gently to wake up the BB.
"I can go a second round! I am the most important bad guy here," Higgs said full of pride.
"Today my little, beautiful helpers will set the order, ho-ho-ho!," Clifford laughed deeply.
In the tact of music, Mama danced toward Sam and picked the pod with Lou from him.
"So, young gentleman, I know you've been a good, little bean, so I need to get inside my bag of presents to get yours! Aha! I have it!," Clifford pulled a new pod out, with the ribbon wrapped around it. "More space for dance, huh?"
Meantime, the song ended and the next one was on.
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
"Deadman for sure will move you into it as soon as possible. You should like it," Mama said with a smile.
"And Now back to papa," Lockne took BB and his gift to bring them back to Sam.
"Me now!," Higgs got up from his place and sat on Cliff's laps.
"So! Mr Santa-Sam's dad, what do you have for me, huh?," He smiled. "I was the best fucking boy the whole year!"
Cliff gently nudged Higgs' side to make him get off his lap. Clifford rubbed his long, white, fake beard. "We all know you've been the baddest but thankfully the beautiful lady over there," he pointed at you, "decided that you also deserved the gift. Let me find it in my bag of miracles."
Clifford reached into his bag and pulled the nicely wrapped box, he handled it to Monaghan. "Merry fucking Christmas, asshole."
It was nothing but a book about Egyptian mythology and a handmade cloak that was originally meant to be for Heartman.
"Thank you fucking much!," Higgs said excited and quickly returned to his seat to look at the stuff he got. He already loved them.
"So? Who's next... Maybe our Director." Mama said and walked to Die-hardman. "C'mon. Everyone gets something today."
Die-Hardman chuckled but let the lady scientist lead him to Clifford.
"And you!," Fake Santa Claus said, "You've been good, too. Here's your gift, merry Christmas!"
Die-Hardman was gifted with the themed tie with reindeers and with a polishing paste.
"It's for your mask, so it will always look classy," you smiled at him and as he returned to his seat, you walked to Heartman and grabbed him by palm.
"Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas, Heartman!," Clifford grinned widely and gave the man a heart-shaped box, in which Heartman found a pair of gloves with heart motiv on each and a CD with classical music.
"Thank you, Y/N," he smiled brightly at you and kissed your cheek. "It's the best gift."
Sam looked at Fragile. "Go on. I am sure Santa also got something for you."
Woman nodded and got up from her seat to walk closer to Santa. "Well, I was a good girl. I think at least. I tried," Fragile said slowly.
"Dear Fragile, and your gift is in my bag, that's for sure! Just be patient as the old man will find it!," Clifford chuckled and soon gifted the woman with a new umbrella with Fragile logo.
Then it was time for Deadman who got new glasses.
Amelie was gifted with a golden necklace that fit her dress perfectly.
Lockne and Mama also got the present, it was a little blanket with an admixture of chiral matter. "This will help your sweet daughter to sleep in a cradle, she won't be drifting up under the ceiling," you smiled at them. "It was my project with Heartman's execution," you explained.
Clifford got new night-vision goggles.
In the end, Sam was gifted with a new suit.
Everyone was enjoying their gifts, talking about them and enjoying whatever time left.
"Y/N?," Sam looked at you. "What with your gift? Everyone got something and you?," He frowned.
"Yeah! Exactly! Where is the gift for our beautiful host?," Higgs looked at you over Sam's shoulder, he was already wearing the new cape.
"My gift is everywhere. It's the atmosphere you all created and this is more than I could dream about. My heart's beating faster when I see you enjoy the meals, the gifts," you smiled at Sam and Higgs.
Higgs sighed placing his chin on Sam's shoulder. "Isn't she adorable! But it's not fair. You did so much."
"I hate to say that but Higgs is right," Sam sighed.
"I need to agree with both of them. You did so much, in such a short time. You gathered all of us here," Deadman added. "Who else agree?"
All you could do was to smile at everyone. "I mean it, guys. I don't need gifts. You all are the greatest gift to me."
Heartman walked to you from behind. "We kinda predicted you will think of everyone but yourself. So here's the gift from us," he handed you a box.
Unwrapping it with shaking hands, you felt the heart racing in your chest. In the box you found a notebook in a leather cover and a few pencils.
"We've heard you like to draw," Die-Hardman smiled.
"Guys... Thank you! So much!!," You cried quietly while hugging the gift to your chest.
"We are in this together, Y/N. If everyone gets a gift it means you get one too," Sam shrugged Higgs off earning a groan from Monaghan.
Party continued.
People talked and laughed, simply enjoyed the company, while finishing whatever food left.
Die-Hardman was having so much fun that now he was dancing with Lockne to one of the christmas songs.
Higgs was sitting in his seat looking through the book you gave him. It's not like he had people to interact with here.
You definitely had too many drinks. After almost half an hour of dancing with Heartman, you had to rest at the table. You flopped on the first free seat which was the place next to America's most wanted terrorist. You clicked your high heels off and groaned. "How much I hate these shoes!," You muttered while stretching like a cat.
"Why did you put them on? If they are uncomfortable just never wear them again," Higgs shrugged. "End of the problem."
You blinked at the comment and chuckled. "Fair point though. You'll never understand this though as you're the man and I'm the woman. Our brains are different," you hiccuped.
"I know when to stop drinking. You'll never understand this though as you're the woman and I am the man. Our brains are different," He giggled, teasing you.
You laughed at his comment; this man was about to be a death of yours.
You got up from your chair and reached out to him. "Hey, vamos a bailar!," You asked him with a little smile dancing in the corners of your mouth. "Pretty please?"
"No idea what you’ve just said but yea, sure, I agree on anything, sugar," Higgs said, returning a smile. "Lead the way."
You grabbed his palm firmly, without hesitation, and led him right into the dancefloor which was just the free space on the floor, next to the Christmas tree.
Heartman followed you with a frown. "I don't like it," he whispered to Fragile.
You climbed on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around a man's neck, both to get a bit intimidated and to support yourself from falling.
Fragile looked at you and Higgs, she shrugged.
"Since we have Death Stranding free day, let them enjoy it. After it's over, they will be mortal enemies again," she said and smiled. "Why? Are you jealous?"
Higgs chuckled. "Holy me, you are so small when I keep you close! I fucking love it."
Heartman blushed a little, rolled his eyes and lowered his thumb, taking 5 likes from Fragile before he moved aways with dancing moves, to join Mama.
You chuckled nervously at Higgs comment. "Thanks, I take it as a compliment," you simply rested your forehead against his chest.
She only laughed and nodded. "Thank you for confirming this, Heartman!," Fragile said a bit louder.
Higgs wrapped arms around your waist and nodded. "Oh yes, you indeed should take it as a compliment. Maybe I really should kidnap you as my christmas gift."
You giggled at his words while rocking into the rhythm of the music with him. "Maybe," you teased. "But I think that Sam and his dad would twist your neck after."
You suddenly raised a head to look at him, and you noticed a mistletoe above his head.
Higgs thought, looking at both men before his gaze returned to you. "Hmm... I honestly think it would be worth it," he noticed that you looked up and followed you. "Oh, fucking finally!,” Higgs said excited and pressed his lips against yours in a messy kiss.
You blinked when his lips crushed on yours but soon closed your eyes and enjoyed the kiss. You take the attempt to dominate him in the kiss but you fail so finally you give up your tries and simply wrap your arms around his neck.
Higgs pulled way after a moment and winked at you.
He reached up to take a small part of the mistletoe and then sneaked to Sam.
"Oh! Sammy boy!," Higgs sang.
Sam sighed deeply and turned to look at him. "What?," He frowned, seeing the mistletoe. "You kidding?"
Higgs gave him a wide smile and suddenly licked Sam's nose, making the other man froze.
Like nothing ever happened Higgs returned to you.
You started laughing hysterically which resulted in you losing the balance and almost falling on the floor, thankfully Higgs was faster and caught you in his arms.
Clifford spat all the whiskey he was about to swallow on Die-Hardman's shirt.
Heartman turned head around to see what happened but he lost his balance and fell on Lockne who spilled her wine right onto the electronic device on his chest.
Heartman's AED turned on and kicked him with an electric glitch, causing him to die on the spot.
"Higgs, you killed Heartman!," Amelie screamed.
"Nooot first and not the last death!" Higgs said with a shrug before kissing your lips quickly. "It's getting late and I have nukes to build! See you maybe next year!" He winked at you before vanishing.
As you lost Higgs as your frame, you fell right onto the floor and rolled on your back, still laughing.
"Or maybe not! It can wait!," Higgs said after returning. "Besides I didn't take my gifts."
"You really need to turn everything upside down?," Sam sighed, shaking his head.
"That's my job!," Higgs shrugged. "Who wants a drink?!"
You raised your hand up, still laying on the floor. You discovered it was a pretty comfortable place to rest. Or maybe you were just too drunk?
After 3 minutes another electric shock made Heartman's heart work properly again, and the man woke up, sitting on the floor. "What the fuck!"
Clifford was helping Die-Hardman to clean his shirt. "Monaghan! Stop being a douche-bag to everyone! If you won't listen, I'll have to shoot you," he warned, almost growling.
Amelie helped Heartman back on his feet. "You okay?"
"Yes, it's fine."
BB started crying.
Higgs quickly helped you up and smiled. "Oh, c'mon, Clifford! Everyone is well and alive. Even the heart boi. Practically, I did nothing wrong," he shrugged.
Sam let out a deep sigh. "It's Higgs after all. What else we can expect."
Higgs agreed with Sam, hugging you tightly.
You felt squeezed by his arms. "Can't... Breathe...," you whispered quietly hoping for him to lose his grasp.
Heartman smoothened his suit. "I almost forgot! I borrowed a camera from my friend's geologist. I want to take a picture of our pack, except you," he pointed his index finger at Higgs.
"Heartman, let him. He spent the entire evening with us, one photo won't affect anyone," Amelie nudged the man's chest.
"I fucking love photos!," Higgs jumped happily. "The host should have the honor of setting us for a photo!," He said excitedly.
You smiled at Higgs and squeezed his palm that you were still holding. "Okay, fellas. Clifford and Mama, you two go on left. Yes, just like that. Amelie, you with Fragile and Sam can take a seat on the couch."
"Sam, maybe you can be in the middle?," Amelie smiled at her stepbrother.
You pecked your lips as you were thinking. "Okay, Die-Hardman, would you be so kind to take a seat here, on the pouffe? Yes, just like that, thank you. Deadman, you can take our lovely Lou and stand next to the pouffe a little. Hmmm, and Heartman, my lovely friend, you can stand behind Die-Hardman. That's it! Perfect! Lockne, can you stand right next to your sister?"
Sam wasn't too happy he wasn't holding Lou but nodding he followed your little orders.
Mama and Lockne stood exactly where you wanted them, just like a Deadman.
"I see a perfect place for myself!," Higgs claimed excitedly and lied down on the floor. He turned on his side and propped up his head on a hand. "Perfect!"
You facepalmed a little but chuckled at the villain's idea. "Actually, you fit there perfectly, Higgs!"
You quickly set the camera on the shelf and made sure to turn the timer on, then you quickly ran to take a seat next to the Die-Hardman.
The flash lit the room and the picture was taken.
"Cool! Can I get one? I will have a nice souvenir from that nice day," Higgs asked from the floor. "I had so much fun!"
"Yes, of course you can!," You smiled at him and ran to the camera to set it again to take a second pic.
When the dawn was about to knock at the door, and when almost everyone was sleeping in weird positions where they could, you led Higgs to the exit. "I never thought I'd have so much fun with them all. And, though I didn't expect you, I'm grateful you came," you smiled at him and handled him his gifts to make sure he won't forget to take them along. "I put the picture into the book."
Higgs nodded, taking the book.
"Yeah, It was fucking fun. I enjoyed it," He sighed, looking at the gift from you. "Too bad that as soon as I leave we'll become a mortal enemies again,"
"Maybe you'll but not to me," assuring him, you grabbed his palm and squeezed it lightly. "No matter what you'd do, you gained a friend," you smiled.
Higgs took your palm and kissed the top of it. "Thank you, sugar. I will remember that."
"Take care of yourself as we need to meet next year for another Christmas party," you chuckled softly and blushed a bit at his sudden gesture.
Then, like he was one of the good guys, you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. "Please, stay safe and see you in a year. Remember, you have to pop up! No excuse as it won't feel like Christmas without you."
Higgs hugged you, being totally confused but he nodded with a soft chuckle.
"Okay, I will try my best. See you in a year," He slowly pulled away and winked at you before vanishing.
You smiled to yourself while observing the flipped rainbow on the sky and hearing the thunder.
Despite your efforts, the Death Stranding still was on.
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Higgs just bombed another city. While going through the ruins be calls his s/o, just to hear their 'phone' go off in the middle of the debrise. I leave it up to you if they are still alive or not. 🙈 Thanks in advance
I got fucking chills reading this request. Hopefully, this delivers for you. Here ya fucking go you beautiful angsty bastard :D!
Another city decimated. Higgs was feeling proud of himself. There were no interruptions this time around. Homo Demens had driven fear factor so hard into every community and every lone wolf out in these parts that not even the highest of authorities bothered to stop them in their tracks. Eventually, these small bombings would grow and he’d be able to take out places like Middle Knot and South Knot City. Higgs couldn’t wait for the day. Nonetheless, he had been so wrapped up in carrying out the Extinction Entities plans that he hadn’t conversed with his significant other in a while.
Higgs had met the fellow porter when he was undercover, trying to impersonate a Bridges employee to steal some information. He didn’t think much of them at first, but one thing lead to another and he soon found himself living a double life. Higgs knew eventually the jig was gonna be up, especially once he and Homo Demens decided to take out the huge cities, but for now, he was enjoying the best of both worlds on his own terms.
“Look for chiral crystals! We’re gonna need em’ before the BT’s show up!” Higgs hollered to his men as they patrolled what was left of the recent city they had blown up. Sure, it was nothing grand like Middle or South Knot City, but the population was still dense enough to make a significant impact. He only hoped Amelie would be pleased with his work. The more people died in a single area, the more connected people's beaches became to hers. It was like adding more pitch wood to a fire, watching the flames expand outward. More fuel for the Final Stranding.
While Higgs went solo looking around for chiral crystals himself, he decided to take a break. He leaned up against a charred metal pole and sighed. If Homo Demens and he were able to get enough crystals, they could sell them and get enough money to buy more expensive material to make stronger bombs. He was growing tired of thinking about work though, his mind lingering on his partner back doing god knows what. He figured they’d be on a delivery run, the usual porter stuff. Either way, he wanted to know how their day was going and decided it was time to call them up. Besides, after being around so much death even a person such as Higgs needed something to alleviate the tension from it all.
“Pick up, pick up..” Higgs murmured as he was holding up his personal communication device, a bracelet that acted like a cufflink. There was a ringing, but then Higgs furrowed his brows upon picking up something else closeby. He could have sworn that the signature chirp his significant other had for their device was coming from a pile of rubble nearby. Higgs stopped the call, observing his surroundings as the noise went dead silent. He tried calling again soon after. The noise came back.
“Oh fuck--” Higgs cursed under his breath as he began to follow the sound, digging through scrap and other scorched things. Eventually, he came upon the cufflink belonging to his partner and the color drained from his face. They were in the city when the bomb went off. Higgs had not only slaughtered dozens of men, women, and children, but the one person that was growing on him had perished in the blaze. The only thing left of them was a low account piece of tech. Higgs took off his mask as he began to hyperventilate. Feeling panic strike him down at his mistake.
His shaking hands trembled as he fell to his knees and picked up the device, holding it to him as he shut his eyes tight and growled. Higgs was so pissed off at himself, so angry that he didn’t think to ask them which route they were taking, that he didn’t notice his significant other was right behind him, staring in utter shock and horror.
“Peter?” They murmured as Higgs froze and turned around. His eyes widening. He was so relieved that they were alive that he had to do a double-take upon seeing the horror on their face; finding out ‘Peter’ was actually Higgs, the Particle of God and leader of Homo Demens; a terrorist.
“I can explain--” He said, pleading with them to listen as they shook their head in disbelief.
“You--you did all this? You were Higgs, the whole time?” The hurt in their voice was enough to hit Higgs in the chest as he stood up and reached out for them, only to see his partner take a step back.
“Please, give me a chance to tell you everything,” Higgs said firmly, hoping against hope, they’d listen to him.
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I Am No Thing
Pairing: Hieronymus von Colloredo/Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Words: 1456
Rating: General Audiences
Tags: Light Angst | Emotional Hurt/Comfor | ti guess? | Arguing | Kinda fluff?maybe? | its impossible for me to write something that isn't at least a little fluffy | Fluff and Angst | Controlling Behaviour | it's colloredo what did you expect | Established Relationship | based on mark and oedo's colloredo and mozart
Read on Ao3 @ emptymasks and @ crowdedmasks
Part 1 of the My Mozart | Mein Mozart
Notes: i suppose this could take place in a timeline where mozart accepted colloredo's offer/order to work for him again, or just before the musical takes place? maybe? honestly i didn't plan this is just kinda came out of me
so, amelie, this is because of you, you already know that. thank you for telling me about this musical, and others that i will get around to watching and i'm sure i'll enjoy
i just can't believe i had to go and write this when i'm less than half way through the musical. i went ahead and watched some later clips after i started writing this and one was 'der einfache weg' and i was like 'oh okay colloredo is as controlling as i'm going to write him, alright' 😂“You’re mine, you understand that?”
Colloredo’s hands were always so warm, scorching marks along him. A farcical juxtaposition, Wolfgang supposed; Warm hands, cold heart. It was easier to think the heart didn’t exist at all, but it was there, Wolfgang could feel it beating through Colloredo’s ribs and into his own spine.
The prince had them drawn up against the head of his bed. His whole body like a cage surrounding Wolfgang, his feet planted either side of Wolfgang’s calves, his knees drawn up, almost pressing against Wolfgang’s sides, and his arms leaving their glances along Wolfgang’s shoulders, his arms, his wrists. His chest, bare and achingly hot, was pressed against the cold, porcelain skin of Wolfgang’s back.
“I belong to no one. I cannot. I will not,” Wolfgang replied, even as he allowed his head to fall back.
“You know saying things like that only will make me want to make you mine even more?”
Wolfgang let out a slight laugh. “I seem to have been able to figure that out by now,” He twisted his head to speak more directly at Colloredo. “But I mean it. I have to be free. To be able to work, to be able to live, truly live.”
“And what more freedom is there than what I can grant you?”
“You couldn’t let me do whatever I wanted, even if you wanted me too.” Wolfgang let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “I sometimes think you would have me kept on a leash if you could.”
Colloredo nosed at Wolfgang’s neck. “That would be a sight.” He twisted his head ever so slightly and Wolfgang almost jumped at the feeling of Colloredo’s mouth, of hungry teeth scraping over his skin.
“I’m serious,” Wolfgang’s voice gained a tone his father always said sounded like a child having a tantrum. He attempted to pull away, thoroughly surrounded as he was, twisting his body and shuffling back so he was knelt between Colloredo’s ankles.
“So am I,” And there Colloredo truly was. Sometimes, in moments, he could make Wolfgang forget, but there, in that change of tone, was the formidable and powerful prince. There hiding in the back of this throat was the need to be in control.
“Music does not despise anyone. My music should be for everyone to hear, not just anyone who you deem worthy enough to hear it,” He was raising on his knees now, the need to place himself higher than the prince, something disrespectful. There was always that niggling, nagging need at the back of his brain, the need to show he was unafraid of Colloredo, to show that he was no servant, no toy, no little music machine for him to own. To stand up and call the man out for being the utter and complete arse that he was. “It and I myself cannot be contained to a cage. That would be blasphemous-”
“You dare speak to me about blasphemy?”
“Why shouldn’t I? Why should I not be able to speak about whatever I wish, my hands write out music, the likes of which your highness had never heard before and shan’t hear again. If you tire of me, there are plenty out there who would hear my music.” Wolfgang was aware he was spitting the words out now. “There are plenty of other princes, and lords, and emperors in the world-”
“You are and continue to be the most insolent brat I have ever had serve me-”
“But I do not serve you! Do you still not see? I was given this gift to share with all of Salzburg, all of Vienna, all of Europe, even.”
“You serve me as long as you are under this roof, as long as you are in my city.”
“Then perhaps I shall leave again!”
“Yes, because that worked out so well for you last time!”
Colloredo’s voice rung out and echoed off the walls and stung like tinnitus in Wolfgang’s ears. He despised Colloredo getting anything right. He would not be contained. He couldn’t be! And there was more world out there ready for him, he just knew it. He could go out on his own again, surely… He could… So last time he had underestimated the influence a prince could have, how many ears would bend his way, but… He could see Colloredo’s breathing slowing down, and his own was starting to do the same. His breath swelled up in his chest and pulled at the corners of his eyes and no that was something he would never do, he would never cry in front of this man.
His breathing was barely audible now and he raised his head, chin jutting out, to lock eyes with Colloredo… but he faltered as what his gaze found wasn’t anger.
“I wish you would…” Colloredo began and trailed off. That was unlike him. He was always so sure of everything he said, even if he didn’t think about it before it left his mouth. He said what he said and stood by every word. But Wolfgang watched as he ran a hand through his hair and seemed almost… uncertain. “I wish you would just learn that everyone and everything has its place. It would make life a lot easier for you.”
“Easier for you,” Wolfgang spat back on impulse, and there was that petulant child in his voice.
Colloredo sighed.
So they would continue around like this. Butting heads and making up, in a way. Wolfgang knew he would not change, and he knew Colloredo would not change. This was there dance. As much as it drove the both of them mad, they seemed to keep falling back in together.
They both remained as they were, Colloredo seated and hunched over, and Wolfgang perched on his knees, his toes bent underneath him and aching from being in the position for so long. He didn’t want to be the first to move. He didn’t want Colloredo thinking he was backing down, that he was about to crawl back into his arms… again.
Wolfgang fixed his eyes on part of the soft linens and was willing to stay put until Colloredo physically kicked him out of the bed.
Which might be happening sooner than he’d thought as there was something prodding against his knee, albeit it was a lot lighter than a kick should be. The foot kept prodding at him until it finally did kick harder and Wolfgang glared up at Colloredo.
“You wonder why I’m harsh with you, but it seems to take that to get you to respond.” Wolfgang opened his mouth to retort but found no words ready. Colloredo looked amused and smirked.
He was so infuriating. How dare he? How dare he fight and then be able to look at him and make him feel as though they are now merely quipping, almost as friends would?
Colloredo hooked his foot around the back of Wolfgang’s knee and pulled so Wolfgang had no choice but to move to his hands and knees less he wanted to fall.
“Come,” Colloredo looked down at him.
Come? As if he was some lap dog only too eager to do his master’s bidding.
How dare he be able to look down at him with something akin to softness on his face? How dare he be so cruel as to look as though he cared?
And yet Wolfgang found himself moving – ‘obeying’, his mind supplied the word and it disgusted him – and Colloredo moved his legs together so Wolfgang could sit in his lap. Wolfgang slid his body forward against Colloredo’s legs until their bodies connected and he was free to hide his head in Colloredo’s shoulder.
He wasn’t sure how long they sat in silence, but Wolfgang could not keep his tongue quiet for very long.
“I am no thing.”
It felt like saying it broke some strange spell over the room. While breaking the silence and bringing some anticipation back into the air, it was as if the room was starting to feel strangely calm.
“You’re not a thing,” Colloredo conceded, his hands placing themselves on Wolfgang’s hips. “An object could not be so talented. But you are still mine.”
“We’ll see.”
Colloredo laughed, a rare sound, and it bounced against Wolfgang’s lungs. “I suppose we will.”
Wolfgang let himself start to feel comfortable. As he kept breathing he let more and more of his weight fall onto Colloredo, calming down to the point of almost falling asleep. Perhaps he would, perhaps he would fall asleep on him, see how the man would deal with that. Perhaps he'd let himself get so comfortable he could just drift right off. Just to spite Colloredo.
Purely to spite Colloredo...
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hey sweetie! 🥰 can i request a fragile/higgs drabble? maybe after his final fight with sam 🙃😇
Hello there! 👋🖤 I’ve previously written something similar. It’s on AO3, but not here on tumblr. I’ll cross-post it below since it takes place in the same universe as my other ficlets.
title: a herald, signifying nothing. fandom: death stranding. rating: teen & up. word count: approx. 1000. characters: higgs monaghan, fragile.
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In a lifetime of swings and blows, the caress stood out. The brush was benevolent. Humane. Fragile’s aged fingers glided across the bridge of his nose, while her gloved hand gently wiped the chiral residue from beneath his eye. Washing away the dirt as if he were some fallen child in need of soothing. Despite the protests of his battered body, Higgs forced himself further up onto his elbows and further into her touch.
When she took his collar and drew him in, he wondered at her, limp-mouthed and wide-eyed.
The crack to his jaw silenced his bewilderment.
Fragile was not mercy.
She was justice.
One blackout later, he awoke to Sam kicking him in the kidney and hauling him up by his odradek. The taste of iron still smarted between his teeth. Sam then strung him up at the wrists, and with an aggressive yank, freed him of Amelie’s quipu. Higgs gritted his molars, forcing himself to bite back the story of how Amelie had gifted him the necklace, just as Sam had gifted it to her.
His anger dropped into fear when he heard the metallic click of a loaded round. Fragile trained her sights on him. He’d been on the receiving end of too many barrels to count, but he’d also had a way to deflect the bullets—a connection to the Beach. A snap of his fingers and BTs clawed threats down into black inky depths. A flick of his wrist and tar swallowed them whole. By decree of the Extinction Entity herself, all power of the Death Stranding had been his to wield.But here he was, a thing he’d sworn never to be again:
Finite.
Fragile’s finger tensed around the trigger.
Adrenaline turned his heart into a hammer.
When a smattering of bullets smacked into the ground instead of his chest, he yelped in shock. It took him a half-moment to realize he wasn’t dead. Not yet. A few uneven curses slipped out as he tried to steady himself. Shaking the tension from his shoulders, he growled, “Didn’t Papa Fragile ever teach you not to play with your food?”
“Listen to me,” Fragile said, striding too close. He tried not to rear back. In a world of disconnection, she demanded frightening familiarity. The kind of intimacy which convicted instead of comforted. “The only reason you’re not dead is that I need answers. So, you’re going to tell me everything.”
Higgs collapsed back on his haunches and broke into threaded laughter. If he fancied himself as Isfet, then Fragile was Ma’at. The frigid balance to his scorching chaos. The lawfulness to his anarchy. It’s no wonder they revolved around one another so nicely.
“Why did you betray me?” She demanded, interrupting his breakdown by thrusting the muzzle against his temple, “What do you know? I want all of it.”
“Stop,” the word was punctuated by the blood he spat out with it. “It’s hard to think with that thing pointed at my face.” They stared for a beat, each daring the other. When she didn’t let up, he pushed his luck, “D’you mind?”
“You flirt with death too much.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” more mirthless chuckles rasped out of him, “quite the opposite, I’m afraid. Seems like my big song and dance number didn’t fix that, though.”
As she pondered his answer, the snout of the rifle drifted downward, “That doesn’t make sense. You wouldn’t shut up about how we couldn’t avoid this extinction.”
“Not about seekin’ out death, it’s about dyin’ on your own terms,” Higgs drawled, using his shoulder to smear away the blood dribbling down his chin, “If there’s no hope, why not instigate the whole goddamn thing? Go out on top and with a bang?”
Fragile crouched before him, pinning him with that heavy-lidded gaze he was coming to dread, “So, how does it feel then, to face death not as a god but as a man?”
The question perforated the last vestiges of his bravado. Whatever Sam hadn’t already beaten out of him. Everything about her was a pinprick, a shiny sharp end of fractured glass. For that, he could only blame himself. Higgs shook his head before letting it lull to the side. After a rough swallow, he managed to scrape out,
“Like shit.”
“Good. Now start talking.”
Higgs spilled everything. Every secret, every detail, every ill-laid plan. Defeat clung to him like his soggy fatigues and greasy hair. As the questioning went on, Fragile surprised him by settling cross-legged on the ground next to him. That she kept the rifle fixed on him the entire time was less surprising.
The line of interrogation ended when she gingerly laid the gun to one side. Leather creaked as she stood and pulled on her glove, fingers flexing. With a final glance and a single nod, she turned on heel and began to saunter away.
“Wait. Wait!” He jolted up after her, but lost his footing without his arms to balance himself—still bound as they were—and tumbled back to his knees in a spray of sand, “You’re just going to leave me here?”
“There is a way out, Higgs,” Fragile called back, but did not turn to face to him as she continued to walk, “Take it whenever you like.”
Higgs watched her retreating form until she gathered her duffle bag, unfurled her umbrella, and blinked out of existence.
The crashing waves sang a white sound song in her absence.
Beaches used to marvel him. Greyscale and calm; wondrous in their desaturation and potential. He remembered when Fragile first brought him to her beach. Beaming with excitement, he’d let out a long low whistle and given her a wink. She’d beamed back. They’d strolled along the shore as they’d mapped out their conquest of the shipping industry, leaving behind parallel pairs of watery boot-prints in the sand.
The overcast sky held no promise now. The humid ocean air, no future greatness.
Sitting back on his heels, Higgs glanced down at the gun she’d left behind.
end.
#death stranding#higgs monaghan#fragile (death stranding)#observe! this is what my writing look like with real editing#future ficlets will not be this polished#prompts#sorry to those of you who have already read this!
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The Dead Queens Club Ghost Headcannons!
I’m pretty sure only, like, two of you actually want this but here goes!
-Katie’s ghost is constantly soaking wet, as a result of her having died in the river. She’s also always cold, which works because Anna is on fire.
- Literally. Anna’s skirt has permanent flames on it (George is only mildly scorched- I’m going with he fell from the roof and she caught fire a bit before she did too. Because historically Anne Boleyn was almost burned at the stake before her sentence was commuted.) It works to warm Katie up, but sometimes Katie’s water temporarily puts it out.
-George first found out he was dead when he tried to comfort Parker after the explosion but she couldn’t see him.
-Anna found out when she tried to slap Henry and her hand went through him.
-Anna’s very bitter about the concept of death, and the fact that she peaked at sixteen.
-Katie was initially very scared of the whole thing, because no one could hear her. She’s gotten used to it now, but when she first died she spent the better part of an hour calling to Parker and Cleveland.
-Anna desperately wants to be a poltergeist. She’s just got all this anger and nowhere to go with it. She also really wants to be noticed again. Poltergeisting is very hard, but Anna is an ambitious go-getter so she just THROWS herself into it.
-Katie is the materializing Queen. She’s such an emotional person that she manifests quite easily.
-Anna’s really jealous. The only person she can materialize in front of is Amelie, who just straight up does not give a shit.
- Anna once launched a printer at Norfolk.
-Anna and George had a falling out early on as ghosts, because it was Anna who knocked that wall (I think it was a wall) onto Parker’s back and gave her the scar. Not intentionally of course. She was just trying to get her OUT OF THE BURNING BUILDING by blocking her path but things got messy.
-They made up when their parents were run out of town because they were both devastated. (That was when Anna threw the printer)
-Anna’s just been casually haunting Cleves for like, a year, partly because that’s her house, and also partly because “her dad’s in Germany and poltergeist’s a German word idk”
-That scene in the lakehouse when Henry and Cleves make out while they’re wearing Anna and George’s clothes? Anna was there.
-Sometimes they head down to the lakehouse together, because their rooms are still in order and it feels like they’re alive again.
-All three of them panicked when their rooms got cleared out. With Anna and George it was a long process. Their parents wanted to hold onto them, and the ghosts almost convinced themselves their rooms would just stay up.
-George tried to chase their parents car when they left.
-By contrast, Norfolk got rid of Katie’s room almost immediately, which left her in a weird lurch, as she hadn’t yet figured out ghosts don’t sleep.
-She usually climbs through Cleves’ window and invisibly snuggles her (Cleves doesn’t notice, but does wonder why she’s suddenly sweating so much there’s water stains on the sheets)
-She once tried that for Tom, (with less snuggling) but she accidentally materialized and it freaked him out so much he left the school.
-One time when Anna was practicing materializing in the country club a security guard saw her and straight up fainted (a reference to the Victorian story about Anne Boleyn’s ghost making guards at the Tower of London faint on duty)
-Historically, Anne Boleyn also haunts Hever, her childhood home, and Blickling, her birthplace, which is why she primarily haunts Cleves’ house and the lakehouse (which I guess makes that her birthplace now? Maybe the Boleyns went for a water birth)
-Apparently at Blickling she comes with a hoarde of demons who chase her father around for betraying her, but since Thomas Boleyn in DQC (and probably historical Thomas Boleyn too) is actually pretty okay, and also not dead she just. Doesn’t do that. Some tourists see the fire off her dress and think it’s demons.
-Which also led to people thinking the lakehouse was possessed by a Satanic cult for a while (by people, I mean Eustace and maybe Cleveland looking for newspaper stories)
-George has managed to gain possession of things long enough to ride his Vespa once again.
-It is.... a strange sight, especially since he is still completely invisible.
-Anna can conjure fireballs (another part of the whole demon thing) and for the entire summer after her death, she planned on torching Henry at end of the road (not to kill him- God knows there’s enough rumors about that- just freak him out a little)
-But then when she goes to do it she sees him lunge at Katie to push her off the drainpipe and loses her focus. It’s also raining, so her fire keeps going out. She can only watch helplessly as Katie disappears over the edge.
-It’s a thing in a lot of old mythologies that drowned souls stay trapped in the ocean forever, so Anna and George jump into the river and save her, very dramatically. Extra as possible, Mission Impossible style.
-George spent an entire day mildly inconveniencing Eustace and Henry for fun.
-Anna somehow got Guitar Guy’s adress and absolutely FUCKED. SHIT. UP. No one is clear exactly what she did, least of all Katie (or me) All that is truly known is it involved fireballs.
-Anna keeps trying to leave Cleves, the only other person who knows about Guitar Guy, a message telling her to do the same, but sending messages as a ghost is HARD.
-Anna locked Cleves’ car door when she was in the forest with Henry, in an attempt to keep it away from her. The sound of him unlocking it freaked Cleves out more, leading to her punching him. Anna was very much okay with that.
-Katie doesn’t really like being a ghost, but she’s also scared to move on. She knows if she does she won’t see her friends again, and more than anything she just wishes she could go back to school and live her life.
-Anna’s scared for another reason. After the Lina fiasco many people (football guy Cromwell, Eustace, Hans, Maggie, possibly Lina herself) told her to go to Hell. She knows it was a figure of speech, but it still makes her worry a little bit.
-At other times she is VERY confident in her innocence. After all, she got murdered. That wasn’t her fault.
-George wishes he could communicate with their parents and Parker, and finds the fact that he is bound to the city frustrating. He wants to see the world, and now he can’t.
-Mary went to the lakehouse once, to find closure. Anna decided materializing with all the fire was probably a bad idea, but she and George tried to move some things around to show her they were there.
-They think it worked. They hope she noticed. They hope she told their parents. They hope their families know.
-Katie feels bad for cheating on Henry and Anna and George are all “Okay, well normally I’d agree but considering murder is a thing that’s happening at this school cheating’s not really as big of a priority right now”.
-George claims he’s been to the afterlife waiting room and met Beetlejuice. The girls assume he’s joking but sometimes he just pops off and nobody knows where he went. Plus, he’s got strangely specific details of the whole thing.
-Basically George knows all kinds of advanced ghost shit, but can’t do really simple things. For instance:
-George is really bad at materializing. Like very bad. Which is unfortunate because he really wants to help out Parker.
-Katie tried to help him once and is now Parker’s sleep paralysis demon, so that’s nice.
-The girls keep materializing to Parker at night and talking to her, even if she thinks she’s dreaming. Katie tells her about how George is doing, and Anna tries to convince her to do something about Henry. (I.e, she snarks. A lot)
-Katie gets really bad flashbacks where she goes back to just before her death.
- During a few of these she materializes in Hampton Court (the cafeteria). Luckily no one is there, but Parker saw her once and th: rumors spread (that line where Cleveland talks about Katie haunting the cafeteria is literal- she just doesn’t know it.)
-Katie is very happy that Cleves is standing up for her, but also feels kind of betrayed and scared by the fact that she still listens to Henry.
-That time when Cleves and Henry almost have sex and she hears Katie’s voice? That was because Katie panicked seeing them together thinking Henry was going to kill her too.
-That night, fueled by the possibility of someone else dying, Anna gains control of her poltergeist powers and finally writes a message on Parker’s wall. Tell her the truth.
- Parker sees it and knows she has to tell Cleves about Henry.
-And thus Operation Desdemona is achieved.
-You know that bit at the end where Parker days she promised George she would kill Henry or something like that? She did. Literally.
-Well not really. George can’t materialize still, so really she was speaking to Anna, who was speaking for George.
-It was something like “I’ll kill him George. I’ll avenge you.” “George says that sounds great.” “Holy shit Anna, no I didn’t. My girlfriend’s not KILLING anyone!”
-After they are avenged and Anna’s name cleared, they’re ready to move on to the afterlife.
-They chill with the Queens a bit as they paint the wall. Katie gets into the radio waves to play her phone’s theme song.
-Before he goes George figures out how to materialize, and finally manages to say goodbye to Parker.
-The two of them talk in Cleves’ attic for ages, in their old blanket fort, long after Anna and Katie are gone.
-Except not really. Anna waits for George because she doesn’t want to go alone (and maybe Katie waits too, and they all go together)
-Their afterlife’s pretty great.
-In ten years they look down on the world and watch the Queens meeting up at Homecoming, like Katie had wanted them to.
-They’ve gotten a lot better at materializing.
-The three of them show up, and talk to the Queens for a while.
-The Queens are initially very freaked out by all this, except for Parker, who’s mainly just glad she’s not crazy.
-Cleveland does not understand how, she, a reporter, could not have noticed her house was haunted.And why didn’t Parker tell her? That would have made an amazing story
- She complains about this, often and loudly.
-When she gets home she makes some quip to Amelie about the house of their teenage years being haunted and Amelie’s just like “Yeah, you didn’t know?”
-The goth phase had to come from somewhere.
#the dead queens club#anna boleyn#anne boleyn dqc#katie howard#katherine howard dqc#george boleyn dqc#cleveland mark#anne of cleves dqc#parker rochford#the lady rochford dqc
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Quarantine is wild, y’all. I don’t think I’ve talked about this particular WIP here yet, but I had a MIGHTY NEED to make moodboards for the four main characters, so here we are. Meet the cast of Scorch the Sea, AKA local girl tries to cope with her creepy magic dreams by pretending they don’t exist, it works until it doesn’t. In order, we have Sasha, Zoe, Amelie and Elijah!! I love them. This is all.
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Once Upon a Ghost
Just in time for Women in Horror Month!
It’s always fun to have a new release out in the world — Happy Book Birthday to Once Upon a Ghost! This anthology contains my story “The Ghost of Beilstein Castle.”
Twenty dark and ghostly faerie tale retellings from the bestselling authors in the award-winning Once Upon Anthologies series! Push open the creaky cellar door and prepare for chilling re-imaginings of your favorite tales. But beware! Blood and revenge, creepy haunted houses, and evil magic lurk within the pages. Are you brave enough to venture in?
A HUNTER’S MEMORY OF WINTER – Annie Bellet
Ka is a hunter for hire. She’ll kill anything, for a price. But her newest job will require more than just a bullet… for her prey is already dead…
HAUNTED – Kay McSpadden
The old Bayer house might be haunted, but that doesn’t keep the little golden-haired girl from going inside–again, and again, and again.
FAERIE SONG – Anthea Sharp
The Pipers have rid the city of vermin, but their music hides a dark magic that only one courageous girl can break.
FORGIVEN: A Djinn Wars Story – Christine Pope
Celia Graham might have survived a deadly plague, but that didn’t prevent her from becoming a ghost doomed to haunt her opulent home for all eternity.
WHAT MAGIC LIES BENEATH – Shawntelle Madison
Long ago, a bog witch killed Everbelle’s brother. Now the memories of him haunt her–as well as his ghost…
THE GHOST OF BEILSTEIN CASTLE – Alethea Kontis
From a riverside castle in post-war Germany, a tormented young American widow recounts her ghostly adventures with a dead bride, a fiery-eyed hellfrog, and a lost treasure.
SNOW WHITE BETWEEN TIME – Julia Crane
After eating the cursed apple, Snow White awakens in a strange land. The sun and moon have disappeared, and her only friend is a red-eyed wolf.
QUEEN JOANNA.- Kate Danley
Thrust into a loveless marriage of state, Queen Joanna discovers her new palace is home to dark secrets…
RAPUNZEL DREAMING – Yasmine Galenorn
Sometimes beauty–and the obsession with that beauty–doesn’t fade. It just transforms with time…
WHAT TALES SPECTERS TELL – Kasey Mackenzie
Amelie Baudelaire faces off against the cruel Necromancer who saved her life two years earlier. Now he demands her most precious prize of all–her firstborn child.
THE DEVIL’S DUE – Melissa Marr
Never cross a devoted sister, especially one fond of sword fights and sea-faring.
THE BREMEN SHIFTER BAND – Debra Dunbar
Geriatric shapeshifters in an assisted living facility discover with the help of Elvis’ ghost that they’re never too old to Rock and Roll.
THE BANSHEE OF LIATH WOOD – Jenna Elizabeth Johnson
Kye of Haebach Heath must enter one of the most haunted places in all of Eile in order to free a maiden from her dark curse.
THE GHOST QUEEN – Nikki Jefford
When the King of Gloria offers gold to anyone who can present him with the fairest bride in all the kingdoms, two necromancers resurrect the loveliest woman to have ever lived.
IMMORTAL PORTRAIT – Colleen Gleason
Frost Elite escort service’s Shep arrives to meet a new client in the hills of Hollywood, and poses for a deadly photograph…
TO BE REMEMBERED – Jamie Ferguson
After her brutal murder centuries ago, Ilona haunts the forest with her newfound sister nyavka, luring men into the woods–and to their deaths.
THE SOUL CAGES – Phaedra Weldon
When her treasure is stolen, the vengeful Sea Goddess destroys the country’s ships and takes the souls of their crews. Only one woman can save them.
ELLA AND THE HAUNTED HOUSE – Sarra Cannon
Descended from a long line of ghost hunters, Ella is forced to spend her birthday in a haunted house with her horrible stepmother and stepsisters.
THE THORN KING – Alexia Purdy
Trapped in a scorched rose garden, Riley finds himself in the domain of a malevolent creature cursed by a dark magic ready to claim him as well.
LITTLE FLAME – Devon Monk
Avens is not powerful, she is not a witch. But she is the last hope to save the world.
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amelie here uhhhhhh
Take this wip
Scorched came out of the sewage-
LK is just- in a wtf look idk I felt silly-
(don't ask why scorched looks like that I Vandalized his sketch for shits and gigs)
his eyes make him look like he just took the biggest puff of his life 👍
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Mercymakerweek Day 3: Domestic
It’s not the light coming through the curtains that wakes Amelie up with a start, nor is it the near constant and loud chirping of the birds outside but the shrill screech of the smoke detector in the kitchen and the sickening smell of smoke. Amelie is up in a second, not bothering with her slippers as she runs out of their bedroom and nearly slips on the kitchen floor, just barely managing to catch herself on the doorway.
The kitchen was indeed filled with smoke, but the fire Amelie was searching for was all but gone, thrown into the sink and Angela’s back was turned to her in the middle of all of it. “I thought I would try to make something for breakfast this morning.” Angela says, a weak smile on her face as she shoves at something charred and immobile in the pan.
Looking at the scene in front of her is enough to relieve Amelie enough to breathe again, dragging a hand through her hair as she walks over to a window and opens it before she turns her attention to Angela. “Mon Ange,” Amelie sighs, feeling suddenly tired even though she’s just woken up, “I thought you were done cooking after what happened with the caramel.” There were still marks of scorched sugar on the stove and on the back splash, making it seem as though neither of them could completely get rid of it.
Angela comes closer and Amelie lifts her up onto the island, her hands resting on either side of Angela’s hips as she waits for some sort of an explanation. “You were sleeping, I wanted to make you something nice to wake up to.” Angela is looking away from Amelie’s face, but her hands have come to rest on Amelie’s shoulders, her legs swinging idly.
Hearing that takes some of the tiredness out of Amelie and she lifts up a hand to run through Angela’s hair, bushing it back so she could see her face. She’d gotten flour on her cheek and Amelie brushes it away before she leans in and kisses that same cheek. Angela’s hands on her shoulders turn into her arms wrapping around her neck and her legs wrapping around Amelie’s waist.
“I thought the kitchen was on fire.” Amelie murmurs, tucking her face into Angela’s neck and kissing her there. Angela may have burned things, but she’d yet to start any fire that wasn’t contained to a single pan or pot.
“I don’t think I’m so bad that I’d set our entire kitchen on fire, Amelie.” Angela says defensively, though her hands are still working Amelie’s hair out of the ponytail she’d slept in, winding her fingers through it absentmindedly. Amelie hums, coming up from her spot against Angela’s pulse to look at her with a grin.
“What about what happened at your old apartment?” Amelie tries to sound innocent enough when she asks, but Angela still pulls further back to cross her arms.
“You were distracting me when dinner caught fire, that time was your fault.” The grin on Amelie’s face only spreads when Angela says it, her hands sliding up to Angela’s sides and pressing her fingers in. The truth of it is what makes Amelie so eager to kiss the pout on Angela’s face, pulling her off the counter so she can lean her against it.
“Should I make you breakfast as an apology then?” Laughter is still clinging to Amelie’s voice when she asks, but a smile raises onto Angela’s face all the same.
“That might make up for some of it.” Try as she might to keep it, the pout is gone from Angela’s voice, her arms wrapped around Amelie’s middle now. Her eyes soft as Amelie kisses the top of her head and the smell of smoke fades from the kitchen.
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