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[book!Lestat is the carbon copy of Marius, but on meth. The ultimate narcissist misogynist racist imperialist colonial neoliberalist hell demon]
I'm unfamiliar with anything VC past Merrick so I wanted to ask since you mentioned that Lestat gets something of a redemption arc in it - what is the tone of the Prince Lestat trilogy, specifically in how it frames the establishment of a vampire monarchy? Because some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition. Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc.
OMG I've been wanting to talk more about the Chateau Era! 😭
"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"
You'll be seeing a LOT more of this, my friend! XD The Prince Lestat trilogy & its tone encapsulates precisely how AR felt about Lestat (who was inspired by her husband Stan Rice): Lestat's her golden child, her favorite character, the main protagonist & hero & Aryan white savior of the entire vampiric/human/alien-replimoid/Taltos/angelic/demonic race. The Chateau is the Savage Garden going back to Eden/paradise--it's AR's final chapter, the New Heaven and the New Earth after the apocalypse--21st century vampires twirling around in LITERAL 18th century ballgowns as they celebrate the New World Order under Lestat. The last book, Blood Communion, was actually illustrated, and this is the final page, showing the Chateau & the Vampire Court as they were in 2017:
The Chateau is the perfect happily ever after fairytale ending, cuz that's how AR imagined her vampires: romantic, opulent relics/encapsulations of the Old World, and all that implies. (Which is why I NEED to see AMC!Louis become the Prince Consort in France; I'm gonna crack up and die; the Meghan Markle parallels are too good to pass up! 😅)
AR's vampire covens of the Old World Europe are microcosmic monarchies--each coven leader is effectively the king, the Master/Maker of his Fledglings and hangers-on. What's wild is that AR THOUGHT she'd totally removed vampires from religious irrational backwards thinking and moved them into the scientific "Modern" age. But look at the TOP HATS & BALLGOWNS they're wearing in 2017. 🤦 TBF, Lestat said people could wear whatever they wanted, but VELVET was the fabric of the Court--a la Marius & Lestat, as Marius had painted on the Chateau's ballroom ceiling.
Lestat had adopted Benji's philosophy about vampires being one Tribe/family (which is Judeo-Christian at its core, esp. since Benji's an Israeli and the "tribes" are Biblically inspired); a family that should live under one roof (his) & follow one way of life (his) & answer to one God/Voice (his/Marius). AR's books had been leading up to PL & BC the whole time.
The establishment of a vampire monarchy started with Akasha herself, queen of Egypt who wanted to make a matriarchal empire of undead. Naturally, being a mouthpiece of the white patriarchy, AR made the black woman the villain of the VC and had her killed (same w/ Rhoshamandes TBH)--ultimately for Lestat's benefit.
There's 3 main vamps who defined what a vampire monarchy looks like: Marius, Armand, & Lestat. Marius isolated himself from his vampiric peers to keep TWMBK safe. His painting workshop/studio full of little human boys is no equivalent of a vamp court, but it's an intentionally stark parallel w/ legit covens like Santino's Children of Darkness/Satan. Marius lived in his art-nerd "court," in the "light." The image of the vampire Marius in his opulent red velvet cloaks was such anathema to Santino that he burned down Marius' villa. The image of "Master" Marius had Armand reeling when he saw Lestat prancing all over town in his red velvet--The Once and Future King reborn--Marius 2.0.
After being brainwashed by Santino, book!Armand became the coven leader par excellence, a "real, monstrous" vampire--controlling his coven with an iron fist; killing young vamps on sight & "purging" the territories he claimed. From Night Island to Trinity Gate, Armand was always making mini-empires for himself, a modernized neocapitalist take on the Old World regimes he had been born under (AMC moving Armand to Dubai is genius). Armand's dark where Lestat is light; not afraid to get his hands dirty (as seen in PLatRoA when the Replimoids start becoming a "threat" to the vampires).
Vampires are inherently a product of the Old World's fears & flaws. It's no coincidence that Castlevania Nocturne depicted the French aristocracy as a bunch of hedonistic bloodsucking vamps, draining the lifeforce of society to fuel their voracious appetites & unsustainably lavish lifestyles--the Savage Garden indeed.
The Chateau Era is AR's literal Versailles, and Lestat is AR's literal Sun King--(I'm surprised there aren't more Loustat/Monchevy AU fanfics). But the twist I've pointed out several times is that Lestat is actually nouveau riche. Son of a Marquis, he was born to the Old World nobility, but the Marquis was a bum and DIRT POOR. Lestat never grew up like the French aristocracy did--he didn't know what it was like to let them eat cake. The crumbling Chateau was a relic of a bygone era, back when the de Lioncourts actually had a COURT status & could afford their castle.
And just like it was Amel who told Lestat to go home and make the Chateau his court in PL, it was also Amel who told Lestat to win back Louis and ask him to be his Prince Consort in PLatRoA--Lestat had been being guided by Amel for decades without even realizing it, cuz Amel had already chosen him (and Louis) to lead the vampires.
The topic of Inheritance and White Privilege is a big one, cuz in death he got EVERYTHING with The Dark Gift--vampirism from his Maker Magnus (Latin for "The Great"--Alexander the Great, Ptolemy the Great, Pompey the Great, and the horror of all of those white imperialists who "inherited" the ancient AF empires of Egypt & Persia; who ransacked Africa & Asia for treasure & bled the land dry till they crumbled the second they died (a la Alexander's rabid Diadochi, the busted inbred Ptolemaic dynasty, etc); the dragon (Devil/Dracula) Smaug sitting on a mountain of gold not doing a effing thing good with all that money; the deadbeat Marquis who let the glorious Chateau fall to ruin).
And TWICE they had this French White sitting in a room FULL of black folk talking about how privileged he was while trauma-dumping at the same time; ugh it's hysterical; AMC ifs feral! XD
In TVL we got BOTH Lestat & Marius backstory, and just as Armand noticed, Lestat & Marius are polar opposites, but eerily similar when you think about where they started vs where they went. 👀
In life, Marius had been a LITERAL Brat Prince, who pranced around without a care in the world except for his books; traveling the world, charmed by the unwashed peasants.
"Plus Marius giving that white supremacist monologue on the value of human life in the west doing away with monarchy ofc."
LOL, Marius is full of SH!TE. 😂 First of all, the sheer irony of Marius "de Romanus" being born of a CELTIC woman in GAUL (FRANCE), a colony the Greek AND Roman imperialist machine CONQUERED. Marius is no moralist agonizing about the value of human LIFE--Marius is a hedonist & an aesthete who cares about human ART--he was GLAD that imperialism preserved Roman values.
Marius is an ARTISTE. He doesn't GAF about the plight of conquered enslaved persecuted oppressed peoples--not even his own MOTHER. He talks about the destruction of civilized society & the Roman Empire ad nauseum, while not batting an eyelash to how those empires were built on the back of destruction & death: THE Savage Garden; BEAUTIFUL ROME. Monarchy & imperialism was the vehicle pushing human "progress/civilization:" and for him it peaked in Rome & the Renaissance.
Rome only claimed it didn't want a monarchy cuz the SENATE (that had KILLED the last Roman King) was monarchy enough. Julius Caesar knew democracy is hypocrisy, and was like eff all y'all, make me EMPEROR. 👑 Lestat's no Pompey or Alexander--he's CAESAR, the one who "inherited" ALL of Magnus' empire and became Dictator for Life (until he was backstabbed ofc, LOL).
Marius had nothing on Lestat--the ARCHITECT obsessed with building homes for his whole family; the patriarchal overlord. Louis XIV built Versailles to keep a close eye on all the nobles, moving the entire court to literal Nowheresville France to orbit around him as the Sun King, the absolute monarch.
Every single VC book was a smaller scale rendition of Lestat as the savior, Lestat as the Brat Prince, pater familias, king, and GOD. Even moreso than Louis (i.e.: AR herself), Lestat's the Prime Mover whose antics pushed the narrative forward every time.
In PL Lestat renovating the Chateau happened at the same time that he took his son Viktor & his ward Rose in. (Rose's entire arc is like night & day compared to what happened with Claudia--Loustat looking after her was like a do-over for Claudia.)
This is where the Redemption Arc starts, cuz what Lestat had always wanted was to make a change & have a family & REBUILD. His life was TRASH, and he'd HATED that Chateau and all it represented--it was the tomb he was scared he'd die in. But Lestat HAD to die in order to finally GROW UP.
Marius dubbed Lestat "the damnedest creature" and the "Brat Prince" for a reason--he's impossible to control, or reason with. He's very much a giant walking manchild--there are 12 year olds way more mature than he is; just look at Benji in TVA onwards. AR is NEVER subtle about her hard-on for Lestat, but she also doesn't shy away from how incredibly immature he had been for so long.
To his credit, in PL Lestat right away chose a Vampiric Council of Elders for himself, knowing full well he was in over his head. Lestat called Marius his Prime Minister--NOT in the sense of today's PMs that lead the gov't for monarchic figureheads the way the parliament/senate/congress does. Instead Lestat namedropped Richelieu, Mazarin, & Colbert--the famous supporters of Louis XIV.
But in PLatRoA it started dawning on Lestat what it meant to take REAL accountability for his actions; that the careless things he did actually had serious consequences for everyone around him (sunbathing to get a tan, etc). He'd finally earned Louis' forgiveness, and they were basically engaged. Things seemed peachy...until ish got REAL in BC. Lestat had royally effed up by underestimating Rhoshamandes back in PL, acting like everything was a laughable game--little Lord Fauntleroy PRETENDING at being king.
SPOILER: Lestat only became Prince cuz in PL Rhosh killed Maharet & Mekere was too sad to go on, so she gave the Sacred Core to Lestat. Lestat forgave Rhosh even when everyone said he was being too lenient, caught up in everyone being a loving Tribe, Rhosh included, when they're KILLERS. Then everything went down with Rhosh vs the Replimoids in PLatRoA. Then in BC Rhosh kidnapped Gabrielle & Louis. When he came for Marius & Marius fought back, there was a HUGE battle that nearly burned down the Chateau & its village.
What Rhosh's goons said about Lestat's Court was just like the Children of Darkness. Like what Marius said to Santino, & Lestat said to Armand, the Court told Rhosh's coven that the Court (a microcosm of the world) was there for the benefit of vampires. Lestat's DUTY was to protect vamps from ANYONE who threatened them--including other vamps, whom they'd literally CANNIBALIZE.
Just like the Theatre of Vampires, the Court was a horror with a beautiful veneer; Blood and Gold. When the court ate Rhosh & ate Baudwin, it was like ANIMALS/demons. It did nothing to help find Gabrielle, Louis & Marius, and served no real purpose but for the mob to act in Lestat's name, shoving a signet ring on his finger in the shape of a MONSTER (Medusa) while the vamps danced & Lestat was busy grieving.
He hated what the Court was turning into in Marius' absence, in the wake of Rhosh's war, renovations happening beyond anything he'd planned before as they needed to repair all the structural damage to the Chateau. Like Armand told him afterwards: the Court/Coven gave them all the illusion of purpose on what Louis called "The Devil's Road." (What was REALLY cool is that Armand was begging Lestat to kill the Replimoids, but everything he said ALSO fit when applied to vampires themselves--they're ALL monsters, but as Lestat insisted with the human dungeons:
"There is killing and there is killing. There is murder; there is massacre; there is slaughter. And what I willed for this Court was something that was now in great peril.... We are not barbarians."
"some of the most hair-ripping parts of TVL are when he pontificates on his secular, rational, progressive quintessentially 18th century mind that rejects superstition & tradition"
So yeah, AR pretty much tries to have her cake and eat it too? The Prince Lestat trilogy stresses that vamps will rise above the religious/superstitious castigation of both humans AND vampires who see them as nothing more than uncivilized monsters, living with Lestat & feasting on the Evil Doers locked up in the Chateau's dungeons, dancing all night and never in-fighting again. But ironically, this is NOT the secular Enlightened Age of Science AR though it would be in PLatRoA. The Chateau was fully restored by the Winter Solstice--the start of the New Year; the Chateau decorated to look like Christmas. Marius gives a big speech explaining that Lestat had fought Rhosh fully expecting to have died, and that because Lestat was willing to lay down his life for all of them, he deserved to be their Prince forever--the messianic Christ figure. They celebrate having become one Tribe. Leading the Court, Marius is the Prime Minister, Gabrielle calls herself the Queen Mother, Lestat is the Prince/King, and Louis is his Prince Consort. (Even Lestat's favorite architect is turned into a vampire, LOL.) NGL Anyone who doesn't like Lestat should probably never read the PL Trilogy, cuz AR basically creams herself every other page over Lestat--he's her GOD.
It's not a plea of sympathy for monsters, but rather a celebratory paean to the Vampiric Court; "We take what we must have to live and we do it without regret." 💀 God & the Devil don't exist, cuz AR retconned Memnoch by making all angels AND vampires aliens from Atlantis. Everyone cheers & dances as Lestat declares "May we never drink the poison of self-loathing!," the way Nicki did, and Rhosh, Santino, even Armand & Louis. Loustat dance in the ballroom before taking their places, Lestat sitting on his golden red velvet throne, Louis standing beside him, and everyone cheering on their Blood Communion.
Sorry this was so long, @undecimber-of-joy XD
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Quick Ways to Repair a Stubborn Roof Leak
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Not The Same ~ Prologue.
Summary ~ Waking up injured, surrounded by exploding X-Wings would be scary for anyone to go through. But it’s ten times worse when you don’t know where you are or who you are. But there’s one rebellion pilot willing to help find the lost memories, even if it breaks his heart in the process.
Character Pairing ~ Poe Dameron/ OC (Jetta ‘Jet’ Nyx)
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For a second there was only a blackness in the vast empty space, everything seemed so calm and quiet. That is until a sudden white hot light burst into her memories. What had happened?
Where was she?
Who was she?
She opened her eyes to a now blinding artificial light.
She had landed on her back, she knew this much because her tailbone was absolutely killing and now as she watched sparks flashing across the roof above her head, there also seemed to be a loud ringing in her ears which distracted her from the dancing flames hanging just to the right of her.
She reached up to try to block out the sound but found her fingers touched something warm and wet instead, moving her hand away to inspect what the substance might be she only found a crimson puddle of what she assumed was her own blood in the palm of her hand.
She was beyond disoriented and confused as one might be that apparently just witnessed to an explosion of several jet engines, she hadn’t even registered that someone was shouting at her, it was only as they had gotten closer and knelt beside her, placing a gentle warm hand on her shoulder did she acknowledge their presence for the first time.
“Are you okay?”
“I- I think so, but I think I’m bleeding.” She held her hand up to show the women dressed in what looked like an orange flight suit her bloodied palm. Her eyebrows creased in confusion, why was the colour of a piece of cloth making her feel so uncountable?
Where the hell was she?
“Let me see.” The woman had grabbed a hold of her face, turning it gently to see where exactly she was bleeding from. “Seems you have a deep gash on the side of your forehead that goes down to the top of your ear, looks like your ears have also been damaged from the explosion, they're bleeding from the inside too.”
“Explosion?” Only then did she have the chance to probably look around to see the devastation of what used to be a hanger, dust, debris and plane parts strewn across the concrete. Fires were still climbing up the walls and across the whole ceiling, people where everywhere some helping the injured, others running around hopelessly and some lay on the ground motionless.
It was carnage.
She turned back towards the woman in front of her who was looking back at her concern present deep in her eyes.
“What happened here? Where am I?”
She proceeded to help the wounded girl up off the cold ground. “You must have hit your head pretty hard, let’s start with an easy question shall we. What’s your name?”
“My name?” Realisation dawned on her how serious her injury must have been, eyes dropping to the ground it sunk in that she didn’t even know the most simple question a human could be asked..
“I don’t know.”
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okay so personally, i think that someone getting their s/o something because it "made them think of you" is adorable...what if loki asked you to accompany him to a ball that tony was hosting or something and he gets you a dress and necklace just because he saw it and immediately thought of you (ik it's not very specific and worded funny i'm sorry)
you sat on the edge of the bed as you stared at your opened, messy closet. clothes and dresses scattered on the bed, floor, desk, and nearly every spot of the room. your eyes scanned every article of clothing, but nothing really said, 'i'm going to a tony stark party' and you gave up.
you flopped back against the bed, arms and legs in a star fish position as you stared at the ceiling. the front door closed and loki tried his best to be quiet as he tip toed in. you were zoned out too much in the ceiling and singing in your head when loki creeped up the stairs.
"sweetheart?" you jumped and sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. i just, uhm, i found something for you. i know how you get when there's a new event, and i saw this in the window of this gorgeous dress. and the wonderful lady showed me this necklace that i think would look perfect with it. hold on"
loki left the room for a minute and came back with the dress in a plastic wrap and the necklace sat on the hanger. you gasp softly and cover your mouth with your hands, tears welling in your eyes. "it's.. it's gorgeous" you breath and put your hand on your chest, walking over to loki and kissing him sweetly.
"you like it?" he smiled proudly, putting it on the bed and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"like it? loki i love it. that was so nice of you, babe. i fall in love with you more and more every day" you held his face and kissed him again, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing yourself into his body.
"as much as i'd love to finish this, darling, you need to get ready for his party" you sigh and nod, kissing him again before heading into the bathroom. you did your makeup and hair first, heading into the bedroom and unwrapping the dress. you stepped into it and loki zipped you up, standing behind you with his hands resting on your waist. "you will be the most beautiful one at this party" he whispered, kissing your neck.
you put your hands on top of loki's and laid your head back against his shoulder, kissing his jaw. "thank you again, baby. this is the most gorgeous dress and you got it because you thought of me and.. that's just so sweet" you spun around in his arms, holding his face. "i'm so proud of you, loki. i'm proud to call you mine, and i'm proud of who you have become. i love you" you smile and his eyes well.
"i love you more. now come on before i change my mind and take that dress off of you" you giggle and kiss him, slipping on your shoes and holding onto his arm as you both headed to the car.
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you held onto loki's bicep as the door opened, the roof way high above your head with a giant, gorgeous chandelier. your friends and family surrounded you, tony talking to pepper and steve.
"ah, yn! witch man, how are we tonight? you look gorgeous, yn" he kissed your cheek and you thanked him with a smile, loki shaking tony's hand.
it took a very, very long time for loki to get along with your friends and family, with everything he did. with convincing, dinners, long talks and a vacation, everyone eased up. and you were over the moon.
"care to dance, miss?" loki held out his hand and you nod, taking his hand and slowly dancing with him to the violins. "i feel like i'm back on asgard. you know, with the real music and not from a speaker"
"oh yeah? how many girls did you dance with up there, hm?" you tease as you bit back a smile, loki chuckling and shaking his head. "i'm just kidding"
"i never really danced with anyone until i met you. you always want to dance. and i love that about you. no matter where, no matter when. you love to dance" loki whispered and you grin, kissing him slowly and hugging him tightly. loki took in your scent and your warmth, as if it was the last day he was ever going to hold you again. "i love you"
"i love you more, loki. forever and a day, baby" you rub a thumb over his cheek, kissing him again as the music started to fade, and you two were the only people left in the room.
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Uncle: Chapter 4
Chapter 3 | Beginning of Story
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Status: In-Progress
Pairing: Pike & Male!OCs, Christopher Pike x Fem!OC (Aalin)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2.9k
Chapter Summary: Pike takes David and Zach flying in his vintage biplane.
Summary: Long-term relationships bring new family into your life. And Chris is about to get a crash course in the trials and rewards of being an uncle. After his nephews get into trouble at school, Chris agrees to take charge of them for the weekend.
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“Yeah,” Chris responded with the expression of an eager child.
“In a shuttle from your ship?”
“Ah no. Something a bit older.” Chris looked over their standard school uniform, cotton oxford shirts and navy pants. “Though both of you will need warmer clothes. Follow me.” Within fifteen minutes each boy had a bag with a sweater, jacket, and sunglasses. “The airfield is a couple of miles outside of town. Shall we walk?”
David glanced to his brother. Zach nodded in response to the unspoken question. He decided to take him at his word rather than cause Zach embarrassment. “Yes,” both said at once.
The airfield looked to be a couple of centuries old. And in fact it was. It consisted of two large, well-used, banged-up hangers with tin roofs, a small office, a dirt airstrip, and a paved runway. An elderly man raised a hand in greeting as the trio approached. “Heard Enterprise was home. I got her ready to go just in case you stopped by.”
“Thanks Jack. These are my nephews David and Zach.” Chris shook Jack’s hand while he introduced the boys.
“Yeah, heard about your marriage as well. Bring your wife by sometime so I can kick the tires and make sure she’s sound? Hello boys.”
Zach giggled at Jack’s metaphor. “Hello.”
David held out his hand to Jack, mimicking Chris’ earlier gesture.
“You’re the next introduction after my folks,” Chris assured with a fond smile.
Jack nodded. “Do you have a flight plan in mind? I’ll file it after I’ve towed her out.”
“North to Santa Barbara, over to Catalina Island, and back.”
“There’s a bit a weather around Santa Clarita, but nothing an experienced pilot can’t handle.”
“OK. My bag still in the locker?”
“Right where you left it. Come on boys I’ll show you a bit of history while your uncle gets changed.”
When Chris joined them, Zach had already climbed into the front seat of the biplane while David’s attention was consumed with the instrument panel in the cockpit behind it. “I’ll take care of the preflight check Jack. Thanks for everything.”
“Sure thing. Your flight path is approved. Santa Clarita has you until Santa Monica control takes over. I’ll be monitoring channel 122.9. Have fun boys. You’re in for a treat.”
“Time for the sweaters, jackets, sunglasses. It gets cold and bright above 10,000 feet. Zach, I need you to climb out for a minute while I check the landing gear.”
“Is this yours?” Zach asked brimming with excitement.
“Yes. My grandfather and I restored it. Most everything is original except the engine uses a power cell rather than avgas. My grandfather made the parts that had to be replaced according to de Havilland’s design specifications. So it flies exactly like the 1933 Tiger Moths,” Chris answered as he walked around the plane inspecting it closely.
“Look Zach, all the instruments are analog,” David’s said in an animated tone.
“Cool.”
Chris smiled at their enthusiasm. He drew an air rectangle around dials on the panel just above the yoke. “Those were once known as the aviator’s six pack; they are the primary flight instruments, airspeed, attitude, altimeter, vertical speed, heading, and turn coordinator. In the 1930’s this model was part of the training fleet for British Royal Air Force pilots. During World War II, Tiger Moths patrolled coastlines, searched for submarines, evacuated prisoners and the wounded, and flew light bombing raids. She has a top speed of 135 miles per hour, the power cell gives a boost there, and a cruising speed of 112. The ceiling rating is 14,000 feet, but I’ve had her up to 16,500. Even though this model is forgiving with new pilots, it’s fully aerobatic in the right hands … I’ve slipped into Professor Chris, haven’t I?” At their puzzled looks he added, “It’s a … I don’t know … nickname? … title? Aalin coined it.” He rubbed his chin. “I’m still unsure if it’s a term of endearment or a tease. And when I ask her, she just smiles and pats my arm.”
David ran his hand gingerly over the maroon fuselage. “Your grandfather is an engineer?”
“A mechanic. That term was important to him; he was proud of it. Jack was one of his apprentices. Though my grandfather was naturally talented in engineering, for various reasons there was never an opportunity for formal study.”
“Was he also a pilot?” Zach asked.
“No. He maintained the shuttles and planes; I flew them. Let’s get you situated. The plane has to be started manually and I don’t want either of you near the propeller blades.” Chris patted the forward cockpit. “You’ll both fit comfortably. David first. Zach, there is a jump seat behind him with its own harness. Use these wireless earbuds to talk with me and each other during the flight.” He pointed to a switch on their instrument panel. “That radio is set to broadcast and receive on channel 122.9 MHz. If there is a problem, use it to call Jack. He’ll interface with air traffic control. Any questions?”
After both shook their heads, Chris checked the security of their safety belts then started the plane and took his seat in the rear cockpit. “OK, communications test. Can you hear me?”
David responded, “Yes.”
“Zach?” Chris asked.
“Yep.”
“OK. Jack, we are five by five and ready for take-off.”
The grizzled voice replied, “Cleared. Watch the crosswinds around Santa Clarita. Otherwise the ceiling is at 15,000 today.”
“Understood, see you in a couple of hours.” Once airborne, Chris, as always, reveled in the freedom of piloting using only his five senses. For fifteen minutes after takeoff the occupants in the front cockpit were silent. Then David and Zach burst into conversation, gesturing to the ground below and the clouds above, chattering with each other in a shorthand only they understood.
When Zach’s attention turned to questioning Chris, David concentrated on the sensations; the almost imperceptible rise and fall of the plane as it moved through the air currents, the hum of the engine, the sunbeams shining through fluffy white clouds, some with thicker gray undersides. There was no other traffic at this altitude, commercial ships kept to 30,000 feet and higher, personal shuttles and local traffic flew under 5,000 feet. It was like having a part of the sky all to himself and David found the experience heady.
“Does Aalin know about your plane?” David’s voice transmitted over the cockpit channel.
“No, not yet. Keep it a secret for me, for a few days? After her Starfleet exams are done, I’ll fly us to a favorite spot of mine at sunset and give her the necklace we picked out today. Your aunt worked hard to make my world hers; I want her to know how much that means to me.”
“Smooth,” David replied, “Maybe you aren’t that lame after all.”
“Good to know I have improved in your estimation.”
“You’ll definitely get laid that night. Maybe even a BJ. Aunt Chloe says a man will do any chore with the promise of a …”
“Which one of you said that?” Chris shook his head and continued in a firm tone. “Doesn’t matter. That is way beyond inappropriate when speaking of your aunt. Either of them. Or any woman. Or man for that matter. Perhaps this sounds provincial. But intimacy is precious. And at times fragile. It has to be handled with care. And it should never be used as a chit in return for favors. All women deserve respect which includes not speculating about their private lives and activities. Are we clear?”
David held up his hand. “I said that. My friends always talk … they think it’s lit to … I didn’t mean any disrespect, I’m sorry.”
Chris’ voice gentled. “I realize you didn’t. Words are powerful, so are images and stereotypes. When you don’t choose them carefully you can wound without intent. I know you wouldn’t want to do that.”
Wait, did Chris just admonish me and compliment me at the same time? David thought. He did. And it felt … kinda OK … like he was drawing a boundary rather than talking down to me. Rather than scolding a kid. David sat up straighter and squared his shoulders.
“We are five minutes from the edge of that storm. I’ll skirt around it, but there may be minor turbulence, the plane could drop a few dozen feet unexpectedly. It’s not a cause for alarm. Once we’re past this, the weather is clear.”
“I get why you like this. I mean it is slow, but in a good way,” Zach remarked. Catalina Island was now a distant point behind them.
“Can I try? To fly the plane I mean,” David asked tentatively.
“Once we are over land again and past Los Angeles. About fifteen minutes. What are you planning for your summer holidays when the school term is over?”
“Oh. We don’t have a choice. The entire family spends the summer at my great-grandmother’s place in Maine.” Zach sighed. “Since you are a captain maybe they won’t make you come. Surely you can say no to them and make it stick.”
Interesting. Chris made a mental note to follow-up later on Zach’s last comment. “OK. Where would you spend the time if you could choose?”
“Any place not teeming with cousins. How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“None. Just me. There are a few cousins, but none live nearby.”
Even over the communications equipment Chris could hear the earnestness in Zach’s reply. “Everyone needs an older brother! They take care of you.”
“I agree. I’ve definitely missed out. OK David. Grasp the yoke at two and ten o’clock. Pay attention to how it feels in your hands as the plane cuts through the atmosphere. Do you feel the slight pull?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Notice how the plane drifts up and down slightly as it moves. That’s OK. Think of a bird in the air, how it swoops. Nothing dramatic, just following air currents like your body does water currents when floating. Flying is about subtlety. It’s about finding the path of least resistance. Your most important task is keeping the nose up and level with the rest of the frame. When you are ready to take over, give me a shout.”
David closed his eyes and concentrated on the tactile feel of the yoke moving up, down, left, and right. “Ah … I think I understand what you mean. Can I try now?”
“It’s all yours.”
The plane’s nose immediately drifted towards the ground.
“Ease it up a bit,” Chris urged.
The plane’s nose went into a steep climb.
“Sorry,” David said as he tried another correction.
“That’s not bad for a first try. Can you drive a ground car?”
“Yes.”
“A plane’s, and shuttle’s for that matter, responses are more sensitive. Whatever correction you need to make, half it,” Chris instructed. “I’ll level us off and then you try again.”
The plane’s altitude changes were less acute with the next four attempts. “Very good. Well done. You’re catching on faster than some of my cadets,” Chris encouraged. “OK, I’m taking a rest, you are in charge. Stay to the left of the ridge of trees you see below. When we get within visual range of the mountains hand control back to me. That’s about 20 twenty miles from here.”
“I can fly all that way? Really?”
“Really. Zach if you want to try as well, we will go up again another day. There’s no way to steer from the jump seat.”
“Can we do a trick?” Zach pleaded as they neared the airfield.
Chris smiled to himself before suggesting, “A couple of loops?”
“Yes. Please.” Five minutes later Zach blurted out, “That was freakin’ amazing.”
Back on the ground the boys jumped out of the plane and started to run for the office. Chris called them back. “Hang on, there’s work to do.”
David turned. “But … isn’t that Jack’s job?”
“I know you ride horses; do you hop off your mount and leave it to another to unsaddle, brush down, and feed?” Chris asked.
“To the grooms, yes.”
“Many do not enjoy that level of privilege. Zach, behind the office is a hose. Fill a bucket with water and grab some rags. David, check the area around the plane for any fresh fluids while I examine the fuselage and wings for damage. When Zach returns, wipe the instrument faces, yokes, everything in both cockpits.”
An hour later, well into twilight, two wet teenagers were laughing and teasing one another as well as wrestling playfully several yards ahead of Chris as they walked back to town. Making use of the privacy, he called Enterprise. “Number One, prepare guest quarters near mine, the boys can share.” He looked up as Zach took off at a fast run and David sprinted to catch him. “Has Aalin …”
Zach suddenly dropped to his knees, breathless and wheezing. Within seconds David was beside him searching Zach’s pockets and demanding loudly, “Where did you put it?”
“Hold this channel open,” Chris instructed as he raced to Zach’s side. By that time, Zach’s chest was concave, and his lips were turning blue. Recognizing the symptoms Chris quietly asked David, “What’s his inhaler dose?”
David’s face was paled. “W..what?”
Chris’ hand gripped David’s shoulder and ordered in his commander’s tone, “Dosage, Zach’s inhaler.”
As with junior and senior officers that calm yet unyielding tone resonated and steadied David. “2.5 mg I think.”
“Close enough.” Chris pulled an inhaler out of one of his pockets and primed it. He handed it to Zach. “Four breaths, I’ll count. One … Two … Three … Four.” Chris primed it again and handed it back. “Another set. One … Two … Three … Four. David, sit behind your brother and support him. I’ll check his pulse.” Rapid and thready, damn, Chris thought. “Another set Zach, One … Two … Three … Four. Ok, you’re doing better. David, exhale, don’t hold your breath.”
Zach gulped in air and coughed. His eyes continued watering.
Placing a hand on the teenager’s arm, Chris said in a reassuring tone of voice, “That’s too fast, breath with me. Take a breath and then count to five. Now again. That’s it. Slow and steady is a better way to restore your oxygen levels.”
Frightened and looking for a target to release that stress David said crossly, “Zach, why aren’t you carrying your …��
Chris shook his head slightly at David and mouthed “later.” He then said, “OK. You’re going to be fine Zach. We’ll wait a bit and then beam to the ship.”
“Why wait?” David asked.
“We can’t risk him rematerializing in the middle of an attack. Excuse me for a minute.” Chris resumed his conversation with Una. “Expect transport in about fifteen minutes. Ask Phil to meet us in Sickbay. One of our guests had an asthma attack and I want him checked out.” Returning to the brothers, Chris sat cross legged in front of Zach. “How long ago were you diagnosed?”
“Last year,” David replied for his brother.
“Thanks David, but please let Zach answer. Is it childhood asthma?” Chris kept his tone of voice matter of fact yet gentle.
Zach’s shoulders drooped. “Maybe, the doctors aren’t sure since it didn’t manifest before I was twelve years old.”
“When was your last attack?”
“Three weeks ago. I thought … I thought I could talk myself out of it.” Zach’s voice became softer as he continued, “But I’m not strong enough.”
“I see,” Chris replied and favored his nephew with a head tilt and sideways glance. “In hindsight do you think that was a good strategy?”
“Probably not,” Zach answered in a tiny voice.
An experienced commander, Chris knew when one under his care needed to sit quietly with their own thoughts. Twilight began to fade when Zach asked, “Why do you carry an inhaler? Is it a Starfleet thing? Like part of a med kit?”
“I carry it for myself. As a sensible precaution.”
“Wait … you … that’s not possible … you’re …” Zach stammered.
“I’m a soldier and an explorer with a history of childhood asthma who routinely spends time in alien environments and other unknowns. My crew depends on me as well as each other. Not having an inhaler within reach is unfair to them.”
“When was your last attack?”
“It’s been a while, but that is not the important bit.”
‘It’s embarrassing when I am with my friends, and especially my cousins, and I can’t do something as simple as breathing.”
“Hmmm. I remember. And you see this as a weakness?”
David couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Walk it off is our family’s motto.”
Chris chuckled, “That certainly explains a great deal about your aunt Aalin. Zach, I have no doubts you are full of courage and when extraordinary feats are truly needed, you will meet them head on successfully. Attempting to outrun your asthma without the assistance of medication isn’t one of them.”
“You don’t think I’m weak?”
“Do you think I am weak?” Chris countered.
David snorted. “Even if others thought you were weak, which I doubt, few have the balls to say it to your face.”
Zach giggled. “True.”
“Alright. Time to beam up. Zach, you are going to Sickbay. The CMO is expecting you.”
“See a doctor? No need. I’m fine. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“What part of that sounded like a request?” Looking down, Chris held Zach’s gaze.
“Ah … yes sir.”
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Kiss prompt 25 with boggie (and maybe hinting toward Sickfic cause you know I love when these boys suffer 👀👀)?
50 types of kiss prompts // accepting!! ( for jukebox, willex, reggielukejulie, boggie )
25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.
( read on ao3 here! )
It says a lot about the current state of his life (and friend group) that when Bobby wakes in the dark to the soft echo of someone rummaging around in the loft, his first thought is not “someone broke in”, but “which one is it?”
Slowly, he pushes himself upright. While he doesn’t remember dozing off in the garage, the evidence is all around him. His back is stiff from dozing on the couch in an awkward position; his calculus textbook is still wide open on the table, the equations he only half-finished sitting next to it. Here’s Bobby’s first clue --- someone picked up his pencil, and made a few hasty, scribbled corrections in the margins, solving one of the problems he wasn’t able to get.
He’s also sure the blanket covering him now was folded on the other end of the couch before he passed out... and, leading from the doorway, a glistening trail of footsteps have tracked their way across the garage floor, leaving puddles along the way.
He sighs between his teeth, forcing himself to his feet. The trail leads across the floor, straight to the loft ladder. From the still-audible sounds coming from above --- not drowned out by the rain outside, which batters the windows and drums on the roof like the roar of a mosh pit --- the intruder hasn’t noticed he’s been noticed. Bobby takes care to keep quiet, ascending the ladder slowly. When he pokes his head through the floor, he has to squint to discern shadows through the dim light.
Sure enough --- there’s a dark figure burrowing around amid piles of junk. He’s wrestling with an old quilt buried at the bottom of one of the trunks, and losing. Even from a distance, Bobby can see the dark hair slicked against his temples, the water streaming from his sodden flannel to drench the wooden boards beneath him. He trembles in his damp clothes, shaky movements fueled by restless energy. No doubt, he didn’t realize how much noise he was making.
Bobby leans forward on his elbows, and rests his face against one palm. “For a second, I thought we had racoons. But racoons don’t usually stop to help with homework.”
The rustling stops cold. It’s a minute before Reggie turns; when he meets Bobby’s gaze, he looks like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
“I, uhh ---” He huffs, then shrugs, sending off a hail of raindrops. “Figured since I was already breaking and entering, may as well pay you back somehow.”
“You know you don’t have to, Reggie.” Bobby folds his arms, balancing his chin on top of them both; his foot scuffs idly at the nearest ladder rung. This is far from the first time one of the guys has shown up at Bobby’s garage unannounced; since he never leaves the door locked anymore, it can hardly be called breaking and entering. There’s a makeshift bed up in the loft, and spare clothes in a duffel bag downstairs. They’re always welcome when they need it.
“Yeah...” The word comes out hoarse; Reggie has to clear his throat, ducking his face back into the shadows. “I know.”
A part of Bobby wants to ask --- but there’s no point, when he already knows the answer. When it’s Luke, it’s his mother; when it’s Alex, it’s his atmosphere; when it’s Reggie, the world is just too loud. I like how quiet it is here, he admitted once. It feels like a home. (A home, not his home — there’s a big difference.)
So, instead of asking, he just shakes his head. “You could’ve called me. Or Alex. We’d have come to pick you up, instead of —”
“Alex hates driving on a good day. You want him to go out at night? In the middle of a rainstorm? All the way down to the beach, just to pick me up?”
There’s an edge of real frustration in his voice; and it’s Reggie, so that’s worrying, but Bobby’s own temper can’t help responding in kind. “Well, it’s better than you on your bike, freezing to death! Reg, you’re almost blue.”
For some reason, Reggie chuckles at that, ducking his head again. His sense of humor is as crooked as a wire hanger. Bobby’s learned not to question it, or try to follow the strange routes his mind goes down. With Reggie, it’s enough to just be along for the ride.
No matter how he got here, Bobby reminds himself, the important thing is, Reggie's here. He made it here, where he knows he’s always welcome… and there’ll be time to tear into him for his dumbass choices another day. Tonight, only three things are important: Reggie’s here, Reggie’s safe, and Reggie needs to get dry.
“You’re not sleeping in the loft,” Bobby declares, glancing around the dimly lit ceiling room. Aside from the cobwebs, it’s drafty and leaky up here; Reggie will catch a chill in a second, if he somehow hasn’t already. When Reggie opens his mouth to protest, Bobby just shakes his head, nodding downstairs. “The couch is more comfortable. Grab a blanket, okay? And go through what we’ve got — you gotta change out of those wet clothes.”
For just a second, a smile flickers over Reggie’s face — there one minute, gone the next. He doesn’t say anything, only nods… but Bobby reads his relief clear as day, and his gratitude.
It’s enough.
(No, it’s not — but he can’t change his friends’ shitty lives, he can’t protect them from the world, so it has to be enough.)
Bobby slips back downstairs, and busies himself making the couch comfortable. It pulls out easily into a bed; there are pillows tucked behind it for rainy days just like this one. He folds the blanket that had been tossed over him, and clears some of his papers off the table, just to chase away the clutter. By the time the loft ladder creaks, a few minutes later, the couch is as cozy as it will ever get.
Bobby turns, and almost sighs in relief at the sight of Reggie — in dry clothes, a grey t-shirt and dark sweatpants that hug his bony hips. Bobby never likes to think about how thin Reggie is… but when it’s presented to him like this, so intimately, there’s no way to ignore it. (Home cooked meals, he suspects, are as rare in the Peters household as a trip to Disneyworld; no wonder Reggie inhales any food they put in front of him.) He still looks pale, skin paper white and washed out in the gloom. Though he’s run fingers through his hair, it’s still wild, flyaway hairs clinging to his brow. He hasn’t completely stopped shivering, either, but at least he’s settled down.
“Here,” Bobby says, nodding to the couch. He can’t help cursing himself; clearly, his bedside manner deserves awards.
Reggie isn’t bothered. He just steps forward, that ghost of a smile back on his lips. “Thanks,” he murmurs, and says nothing more. When Bobby steps aside for him, he settles on the couch, tucking the blanket around him. Immediately, like a leaf tossed into a windstorm, he starts shivering again. Bobby grimaces.
“So, when you catch pneumonia, is the plan to just ride it out, or…?”
Reggie glances up at him. His expression steals the words from Bobby’s mouth. There are dark circles under his eyes, standing out all the more in his pale face; his lower lip is bitten raw, flushed and sore, and hands fiddle restlessly in his lap.
“Bobby,” he mutters, and something in his voice is… desolate. So absolutely freaking tired... drained and defeated... so wrong for a person like Reggie, who is made of enthusiasm. He’s the bubble of soda in a glass, the dancing blaze of a sparkler, the crackle of a firework, the lilt of a bass line. Reggie is alive in living color… and tonight, the rain has washed it all away.
Something in Bobby’s stomach twists. His heart rattles against the cage of his ribs. Impulse spikes within him, and he doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he has already settled onto the couch at Reggie’s side, and opened his arms wide.
“Okay. Bring it in.”
Reggie’s eyes widen. Touching isn’t Bobby’s thing. It’s Luke’s, sure, and even Alex’s. They’re both all about that casual affection, with too much love to be contained. Bobby shows his affection in quieter ways — a steadying hand, a late night drive, paying for take-out when he knows his friends’ pockets are light. He’s never been sure how to handle all the touching which comes with the package, with the Sunset Curve boys; he’s never known how to start.
Tonight, though, Reggie’s here, and he needs it. So, just for tonight, Bobby is officially a hugger.
“Come on,” Bobby encourages; and that’s all the prodding Reggie needs to gently tuck himself against his friend’s chest.
He doesn’t expect how well Reggie fits there, like a puzzle piece naturally slotting into place. He knocks the breath from his lungs without trying; even as long arms come to wrap around his chest, and a damp head ticks against his collarbone, it takes Bobby a minute to adjust. Yes, he asked for this — he reminds himself of that, as his own arms come up to wrap Reggie in an embrace — but Reggie’s so much better at it, and he’s not sure where to go from here.
“Bobby,” Reggie mutters into his chest. “You have to relax a little, otherwise how’m I supposed to?” He tilts his head up. “I’m the half-frozen one here, but you’re like hugging a scarecrow.”
Bobby snorts. Reggie looks up a little more. His eyes shine dark in the dim studio light as his brows furrow. “Do you not want me to —“
Bobby hushes him with a shake of his head, and pulls Reggie closer, tucking the blanket around them both. Slowly, he leans back against the couch. It seems like the thing to do to relax — and Reggie agrees, if the soft noise of contentment he makes is any clue. He’s still shivering a bit against Bobby’s chest; his voice carries an ominous rasp, and whenever he breathes out, it sounds unsteady. Bobby brushes against his bare arm, and is immediately struck by how cold Reggie still is; even holding him like this, the chill begins to seep into his own skin.
Bobby will soak up every ounce of it, if it means Reggie can be comfortable again.
So, he pulls Reggie close, rubbing a hand up and down his back in broad, earnest circles. He breathes out against the crown of Reggie’s head, hot and repetitive; a few times, he even rocks him, just to get the blood flowing back through his limbs. Reggie doesn’t protest. He barely even moves. It takes a while for their legs to tangle together under the blankets. His arms tuck under Bobby’s; his ear comes to rest over his heart. Slowly, his entire body curves into Bobby’s own, ravenous for any ounce of heat a warmer form can provide.
Even as he does this, he seems to melt, and Bobby knows — just knows — this is the first chance he’s had to really relax in days.
“Exhale, Reg,” he murmurs without meaning to. When Reggie stirs against him, meeting his gaze with furrowed brows, Bobby is suddenly relieved he’s never been able to blush. (Compared to Reggie, who could gauge the weather by the color in his cheeks.)
Still locked into his gaze, Reggie breathes out, in one long gust. It chills Bobby’s jaw.
“You’re so cold,” he mutters.
“Not anymore,” answers Reggie. “Not with you.”
He’s left a damp patch against the front of Bobby’s shirt, and his hair’s still wet. As Bobby watches, a droplet trails its way down his temple, stopping just as it reaches his ear. Before Bobby can think twice, he brushes it away with one gentle hand… and allows his fingers to linger over Reggie’s jaw a second too long before pulling away.
Reggie isn’t staring into Bobby’s eyes anymore. He’s hypnotized by his lips.
And well, Bobby reasons, there’s no better way to warm him up.
That's his justification for not feeling like a horrible person, when he leans in and captures Reggie’s lips with his own.
There’s nothing forceful about it, nothing demanding; the last thing Bobby wants is to take, only to give what little warmth he can. Yet as Reggie stays frozen against him for a moment too long, an icicle of dread pierces Bobby’s chest. He’s just begun to pull away, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, when Reggie suddenly catches him by the back of the neck with one icy hand, pulling him back down.
Bobby’s breath catches; Reggie catches him. For a minute, it’s all either of them can do to be near each other, moving with and against each others’ mouths in slow, earnest rhythm.
Heat? Oh, no — heat isn’t a problem anymore.
When they finally pull back, Reggie’s lips are flushed, his cheeks bright red — there it is, Bobby thinks, with a flash of victory. His breath is heavy against Bobby’s chest, but there’s a smile on his lips all the same.
“I mean,” he says, and pauses for a breathless chuckle, “yeah, sure, that works too.”
Just as Bobby begins to smile, Reggie suddenly jerks forward. His laugh turns into a gasp — and then he’s coughing hard against Bobby’s collar, entire body heaving with it. It’s all Bobby can do to steady him, keeping one hand on his shoulders as he struggles to catch his breath, until the worst of it has passed.
“Damn it,” he mutters, once Reggie has gone limp again. “You’re totally gonna get me sick.”
“I’ll try not to,” Reggie offers generously against his collarbone.
“No, you won’t,” Bobby replies, knowing it’s probably too late already — and also, that he doesn’t really care, so long as he can keep Reggie warm and dry through the night.
When Reggie lifts his head to smile at him, Bobby brushes the rain out of his hair, and grins right back.
#chickwiththepurpleguitar#tbh... thiiiiiis kind of got away from me#boggie#reggie peters#jatp#julie and the phantoms#my fics
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Out Of Time ~ 125
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Word Count: 8,010ish (YIKES)
Summary: The team works together to stop Aida. Goodbyes are had.
Y/N and Daisy gasped, both waking up on the floor of the Zephyr. Simmons was helping Daisy and Yo-Yo was with Y/N.
“Were you able to save Mack?” Yo-Yo asked, looking between Daisy and Y/N.
“I’m so sorry,” Daisy replied. The Zephyr was shaking.
“What’s going on?” Y/N asked, looking around.
“We’re being shot out of the sky,” Piper replied.
They helped Daisy and Y/N up and they stumbled to the front of the Zephyr.
“How many hits have we taken?” Daisy asked.
“Three,” Piper answered.
“The Zephyr’s like a tank,” Agent Prince stated. “She’s holding together.”
“Yeah, but we had to pull the plug on everything except for flight control to keep the Framework running for you guys.”
“So we can’t fight back,” Simmons stated.
“Or see where it’s coming from,” Daisy added.
“Yes, we can,” Y/N said, causing them all o look at her. “I’m going to go onto the top of the Zephyr. If I get a look at the jet shooting at us, I can portal myself onto it. I can stop them from the inside.”
“Y/N, that’s too—“
“I’m doing it. It might be our best shot at the moment.”
Then a portal opened and Y/N appeared on the roof of the Zephyr. She anchored herself onto the roof with her powers. She looked around, through the clouds, for the jet. Seeing it, she focused don’t eh roof and opened a portal to it. On the other jet’s roof, Y/N used her powers to blast a hole through the top and jumped inside. The man flying the jet shot the Zephyr again before turning to head straight for the Zephyr.
“Who are you?” He turned around. He was tall and buff with a Russian accent.
“I’m just here to kick your ass,” Y/N replied.
With her hands glowing both red and purple, she pushed them towards each other to form a ball. Her hands were vibrating slightly with the amount of power coming from her.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked.
“I’m Lady America.”
Y/N aimed her hands at the man, pushing the ball of power to hit him straight in the chest. The man, who turned out to be a LMD, disintegrated into thin air. With the jet still aimed at the Zephyr, Y/N jumped back through the hole she created. Leaping backwards through an open portal, Y/N blasted the jet into pieces. She landed, hard, on the floor of the Zephyr.
“Y/N!” Simmons and Daisy exclaimed, rushing to her side.
“Are you okay?” Daisy asked.
“I’m fine,” Y/N answered. “Looks like you got the power back on. Are we headed to the others?”
“Davis has the coordinates,” Simmons replied. “We’re on our way there.”
“Good.” Y/N nodded.
“Can we now talk about why you didn’t save Mack?” Yo-Yo asked.
“It’s not that simple,” Daisy responded.
“Then explain it to me. What stopped you? He was right there with you, no?”
“Yes, but, Yo-Yo,” Y/N began, “he didn’t want to come.”
“Oh, you only bring back the people that matter to you, not to me!”
“You know what? I’ve known Mack longer than you,” Daisy argued. “And he mean as much to me—“
“You promised! You promised me!”
“We tried! He didn’t want to come back!”
“Who cares?! You knock him over the head, you break his legs, you kick him through the exit! It was a video game!”
“He didn’t want to leave Hope!” Y/N exclaimed.
“Hope? His daughter?”
“You know about her?” Daisy asked. “Because I didn’t. Not until I saw her face.”
“She’s dead.”
“Yeah, well, in there, she’s 10,” Y/N said. “And she’s bring and adorable, and she means the world to him, even if it’s not a real world…. And I get that.”
“I’m sorry,” Daisy apologized to Yo-Yo. “He wouldn’t have left her for anything.”
“Even me.”
“He didn’t remember you, Yo-Yo.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Then I’ll go remind him.”
“No, no, no,” Daisy rushed as Yo-Yo headed to go plug herself into the Framework.
“Yo-Yo, no,” Y/N grabbed her had. “Do not—“
“I’ll go get him out myself,” Yo-Yo stated.
“Do not do that.”
“Besides the fact that going into that world as an inhuman is the worst idea ever,” Daisy started, “we need you here, making sure that the real Mack stays alive, or it’ll all be for nothing. Coulson and May just woke up next to Mack with no idea where they are or what they’re up against.”
“Daisy, Y/N,” Piper called. “We need to show you something.”
Piper guided them to the screen and played the recent news conference. General Talbot was at the podium. There was a banner on the TV that said ‘sabotage at SHIELD’.
“Like I said,” Talbot talked to the reporters, “with an explosion that size, we still have a lot to sift through at SHIELD headquarters. The entire area is sealed off, but, no, I can’t rule out Daisy Johnson’s involvement.”
“It’s been playing on every channel,” Piper told them.
“Sir,” a reporter called out to Talbot, “any truth to reports that Director Jeffrey Mace’s body has, in fact, been found?”
“I have have no new information about that,” Talbot answered. “But I can assure you, the manhunt for the members within SHIELD who remain at large is still our top priority. We can only assume that they’re behind this attack.”
“General!” A different reporter called out. “There are rumors that former Avenger and SHIELD Agent, Y/N Rogers, could also have been involved. Do you have anything to say about that?”
“Not at the moment. Though the hunt for both Rogers and the other fugitive former Avengers is still on going. Look, they’re terrorists, and we’re not gonna rest until we take them down and find out exactly who’s responsible.”
“Who gave them my name?” Y/N asked quietly, completely confused. “No one should have seen me with you guys, we haven’t touched ground. Why would he—“
“Talbot’s never let the idea that we’ve been hiding you, go,” Daisy replied. “He just wants a way to end us once and for all.”
~~~
Setting the Zephyr to hover above the drilling platform, Daisy, Yo-Yo, and Y/N took the isolation pod down. As they exited, Coulson and May exited the top doors. Coulson was carrying most of May’s weight.
“Oh, perfect timing,” Coulson commented. “Hi, everybody.” Daisy took May from Coulson. “She’s very weak— Oof!” Y/N had latched herself onto Coulson in a hug, which he quickly reciprocated. “You left,” he whispered, holding her close. “You woke up and you disappeared.”
“I know,” she responded, quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
“And Mack?” Yo-Yo asked as Coulson and Y/N let each other go.
“Down below,” Coulson answered, leading Yo-Yo and Y/N towards the doors. “We have to keep him attached to the equipment. So before we can wheel him o—“ The platform shook from an explosion, causing the three of them to lose their balance. Coulson grabbed onto both Yo-Yo and Y/N. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Yo-Yo responded with a nod.
Coulson pried open the doors. The three looked down to see the explosion making its way up the shaft.
“Go!” Coulson shouted.
The three ran the other way, getting launched forward by the explosion.
“No more elevator,” Coulson grunted.
“Where are the stairs?” Yo-Yo asked through the comms as they pushed themselves back up.
“They’ve collapsed, too,” Simmons informed from the Zephyr. “You need to get off the rig now. Repeat, the structure is about to crumble! Guys, you need to get in the containment module and in the air! Now!”
“No.” Yo-Yo shook her head.
“You got to get in here before this rig goes down!” Daisy yelled from the module.
“No, I won’t leave without Mack, not his time!”
“There’s no time!” Simmons responded.
“No! We can’t leave without Mack!” She headed for the burning elevator shaft.
“Yo-Yo, no,” Coulson exclaimed, grabbing onto her. “Come on! We got to go!”
“No!”
“We have to get out of here!” Y/N shouted. “I’m so sorry, Yo-Yo. But we have to—“
“I have Mack,” Simmons informed.
“What?” YN questioned, quickly making herself appear in the Zephyr.
She gasped as she saw Mack, still hooked up to the machines, Fitz, and Aida, unconscious on the floor. The floor was wet all around them.
“How….?” Y/N asked.
“Let’s go home,” Simmons replied, over the comms.
~~~
As the Zephyr began descending into the base’s hanger bay, the damage from the explosion was more than Y/N had imagined. The base was almost complete rubble.
“Who did this?” May gasped.
“You did,” Daisy replied. “To stop him from coming after us.”
“To stop who?” Coulson asked.
“You,” Simmons responded.
Armed with flashlights and guns, they headed into the destroyed base. Walking the halls, Y/N was reminded of memories from what felt like another lifetime ago. Wires and other things were hanging from the ceiling. They climbed over over objects, layering the floors. Thankfully, the insolation room was barely damaged, allowing them to put Fitz and Aida there. After checking the base, they met back on the Zephyr.
“Looks like we weren’t detected flying in,” May informed.
“We can’t stay long,” Coulson said. “Probably shouldn’t have come here.”
“We have to refuel,” Simmons said. “Also, we had no choice.”
“Because of that room?” Yo-Yo asked.
“It’s the only place that can contain Aida’s teleportation ability.”
“It’s outfitted with technology we used to stop Gordon,” Y/N explained. “The first guy we encountered with that particular skill set.”
“She’ll remain inside until we can decide what we want to do with her,” Daisy said.
“Why don’t we chop off her head like last time?” Yo-Yo wondered. “You need a volunteer?”
“Let’s take a moment and think about that, Sweeney Todd,” Coulson responded. “She’s a real person now, and she—“
“She saved Mack,” Daisy interrupted.
“She made herself real in order to escape Radcliffe’s programming, so… now maybe she’s different.”
“I highly doubt that,” Simmons said. “People don’t name themselves ‘Madame Hydra’ if they’re open-minded.”
“I’m with Simmons on this one,” Y/N said.
“She did what you said in the Framework,” Yo-Yo added. “Seems better safe than sorry.”
“No more killing,” May stated. “There’s been enough killing.”
“Which leads to the next question,” Coulson said, looking at Simmons.
“What do we do with Fitz?” Y/N asked.
Simmons was silent for a few moments before stepping closer to May and Coulson. “What do the two of you remember of your Framework lives?” She questioned.
“As much as I remember about this life,” Coulson answered. “The only different is, I know—“
“It wasn’t real,” May interrupted.
“So it’s like you woke up from a dream,” Simmons said.
“No. Not a dream, Simmons. A life.”
“But this is you, right? I mean… does it feel… as real as…” Simmons left out a shuddered breath, trying to stop herself from crying. She walked away from the group.
“She’s afraid Fitz will be the same guy he was in the Framework,” Daisy said.
“No,” Y/N said, “that’s not it.”
“She’s afraid he still loves someone else,” Yo-Yo said, before walking away herself.
Y/N bit her lip and walked out of the Zephyr. She found her way to her old bunker. The ceiling at collapsed on top of the bed and the walls were blackened from the fire. But it was still her room, with her things still in it.
“I locked this room up,” Coulson said from behind her. “In case you ever showed back up again… I.. I came in here sometimes, when I felt I needed your help.”
“I don’t know what’s going on anymore, Phil,” she whispered in response, still facing away from him. “My old life… the life I knew… is completely gone. Almost every part of it…. Nothing is the same anymore. And I— I don’t like it.”
Coulson stepped closer to her, coming to her side. “Where have you been, Y/N/N?"
“Running for my life… don’t worry. I’ve been safe. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“But, Y/N, what happened? You collapsed in my arms and then were in a coma for 6 months… you wake up and don’t even say good bye.”
“I couldn’t. The new Director and Talbot were after me. And you needed to focus on saving Daisy. Which you did…. That was more important.”
“Y/N…” Coulson stood in front of her. “You were important too… just tell me, during that 6 months, what happened?”
“Something’s coming…. You know I’ve never been wrong about that. But this time… it’s something bigger. Something so powerful, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to stop it. But I’ve been tasked to.”
“Tasked to? By who?”
“The Stones.”
“Stones? I don’t under— the Tesseract. Loki’s scepter. Is that what you’re talking about?”
“There are six Infinity Stones, two of them you’ve named. My powers come from them for the soul purpose of stopping whatever’s coming.”
“Do you know when? Or what exactly it is?”
“I don’t.” She shook her head. “I just know it’s coming soon. And that I need to be ready when it does.”
“I’ll fight by your side when it does. The whole team will. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“You can’t. I won’t let you or the team put yourselves in harms way like that. This will be something I have to do, alone.”
“When will you get it through your thick head that you’ve never had to do anything alone? And that you never will? You’ve always had someone, me, Fury, Tony, Steve, Bucky, the Avengers, this team. You’ve never needed to do anything alone. When the fight comes, I will be there, by your side, like the good ole days.”
Coulson grabbed her hand. As he grasped onto it, Y/N heard a voice in her head. The voice of one of the Stones.
“He will not be at your side,” the rough voice stated. “Neither will this team. This will be your last mission with them before the time comes where you will fight and his life with end.”
Tears formed in her eyes as the voice spoke, leaving as quick as it came. She pulled Coulson in for a hug, cherishing one of her last hugs with her dear, old friend.
“I’m going to be there,” Coulson whispered. “Always.”
~~~
Y/N, Coulson, May, and Daisy were talking in the Zephyr when armed army men with guns came towards them. They held their hands up.
“We need to extract Fitz from that room!” Simmons came yelling from behind, freezing at the sight before her.
“Hands in the air!” One of the men shouted. “Don’t move!”
“Slow down,” Coulson said calmly. “We’re not the enemy here. Let’s just keep our cool—“
“You shut your robot mouth,” Talbot ordered coming up to them. “Or I’ll have these men weld it shut for you.”
Staring at Talbot, Y/N missed the nod one of the army men gave to another. The man standing right in front of Y/N, firing a silenced gun. Y/N gasped as the bullet entered her abdomen and she fell to the ground.
“Y/N!!” A chorus of shouts were heard. Y/N put pressure on her bleeding wound.
“Nobody move!” Another man shouted.
“Well, at least we know Rogers here isn’t the robot,” Talbot stated.
“We’re not robots, Glenn!” Coulson exclaimed. “Let one of us help her!”
“Yes, they are!” Talbot told his men. “You assume each and every one of them is a damn C-3PO unless you hear otherwise from me! One of you eyes on Rogers at all times! If she so much as teleports, take her and someone else down. And this one!” He pointed at Daisy. “If she so much as blinks, take her down. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir,” the men responded.
Taking deep breaths, Y/N tried to focus on stopping the bleeding. A soldier came above her, pointing a gun down at her.
“Is all this really necessary?” Coulson asked, trying hard not to worry too much about Y/N.
“Necessary?!” Talbot responded. “It’s essential. Unless you can explain to me in 50 words or less why I found Jeffrey Mace’s body washed up on the beach with his bones quaked apart, days after I found this base in flames, flesh melting off of robot bodies, 12 SHIELD agents in critical with burns or broken bones. Three dead… double hits to the heart and crushed frickin’ skulls! Can you explain that?”
“I can try.” Coulson went on to try and quickly explain as Y/N tried to find some power that she held to heal herself. “…And then the base under the oil rig fell into the sea.”
“You expect me to believe a word of that?”
“I could show you,” Y/N grunted.
“Shut your damn mouth, Rogers! You’re going straight to Raft once this is over.”
“She’s everywhere!” A man shouted over the soldier’s walkie-talkies, shots being fired in the back ground. “Aah!”
“What’s that mean, Coulson? ‘She’s everywhere.’” Talbot looked at Y/N, seeing as she was still there. “Who’s everywhere?” He looked around “Where’s that Speedy Gonzalez girl? Who’s attacking us?!”
“Aida…” Y/N panted, quietly. “Aida got out.”
Suddenly, the soldiers were on more alert as the isolation module appeared in the Zephyr. Fitz and Piper were in it. With everyone distracted, Y/N’s hand glowed green, turning the time back to before she was shot.
“May!” Fitz shouted. “Take off now! We have to move! If she can find us, she’ll kill us all!”
“Davis had her down for the count,” Piper stated.
“They won’t listen to me! She can’t be stopped!” Fitz hit against the window. “May! May! You’re the only other person that knows about the inhumans we tested.”
May quickly looked around and took off for the front of the Zephyr.
“Hey!” Talbot shouted as guns cocked.
“Try it,” both Daisy and Y/N said, threatening the soldiers.
Y/N had appeared next to Daisy. Daisy had a hand out, while both of Y/N’s were near her sides, glowing purple. Talbot pointed his gun at her head.
“Let’s see what happens,” Y/N taunted.
“How did you— you were— we—“ Talbot stammered.
“Don’t ever underestimate me, again.”
The stand-off stood firm, even as the Zephyr began to lift from the ground.
“If you drop your guns, you can come with us,” Daisy said.
“I don’t suggest staying,” Coulson said. “But the Zephyr’s leaving with or without you.”
Daisy and Y/N stepped forward. Talbot quickly lifted his hands up in the air.
“Fall back!” He ordered his men, who immediately listened.
Y/N and Daisy kept their threatening stances until the soldiers were off and the ramp was up. Coulson and Daisy both rushed to Y/N’s side.
“Are you okay?” Coulson worried.
“I’m fine,” Y/N swatted them away.
Daisy lifted Y/N’s shirt up. “There’s a whole lot of blood,” she said. “But no wound. Did you—“
“Turn back time and heal myself?” Y/N interrupted. “Yep.”
“Since when?”
“The Stones,” Coulson whispered in realization. He met her eyes. “Y/N, exactly how powerful are you?”
“More than I care to admit,” she answered, pulling her shirt down. “Now, let’s go meet up with the gang up front.”
Simmons went to see Fitz as Y/N, Coulson, and Daisy made their way to the front.
“May needs to keep us on the move,” Daisy said.
“Or Aida will be on us like a flash,” Y/N added.
“Even Yo-Yo couldn’t…” Coulson stopped, freezing in place. “Wait a minute. Where was Yo-Yo during that standoff?”
Daisy and Y/N looked at each other. “No.”
The three of them ran to where Mack’s body was still plugged into the Framework. They saw Yo-Yo plugged in beside him.
“Damn it,” Y/N muttered.
“Yo-Yo has no idea what she’s in for,” Daisy said.
“For that matter, neither do we,” Coulson said.
~~~
“I’ve set autopilot to change bearing, altitude, and speed every couple of minutes,” May stated as Y/N and Coulson walked into the control room.
“I hate playing defense,” Coulson said. “But if Aida drops in on us before we figure out how to stop her, it’s—“
“Game over,” Y/N finished.
“Any word from Piper since she HALO’d out?” May asked, tapping some control screens.
“Not yet, but she knows what to do if this doesn’t go our way.”
“It has to go our way. And then… you’re gonna explain why you drank that bottle of Haig without me.”
“Fair enough, but we’re gonna beed another bottle to discuss what happened with that bottle.”
“Have you two kissed yet?” Y/N asked, leaning against a wall, arms folded over her. “Cause the vibe I’m getting is that you have or that you really need to already.” The two gave her a look. She held up her hands. “You know what? I’m going to see if Daisy needs help keeping an eye out on Mack and Yo-Yo.”
Y/N quickly disappeared through a portal to Yo-Yo’s bedside. Daisy was standing near their two unconscious friends, typing on a laptop.
“Hey,” Y/N greeted, only to be met with silence. “Okay… I don’t know what I did. But talking to me might—“
“Your powers confuse me and frustrate me,” Daisy cut in, focused on the screen in front of her.
“Okay… care to go into any detail?”
“It’s just… it’s slowly becoming clearer that you have been hiding things from us.” Y/N sighed. “Why?”
“To keep everyone safe. That’s why I haven’t said much about my abilities, it’s also one of the reasons that I couldn’t stay here after waking up.”
“I thought—“ Daisy sighed. “We used to be close. We used to understand each other. And now…”
“Now, we still do. Circumstances have just prevented us from keeping the bond.”
“Why were you with Tony?”
“Why did you call Tony?”
“Cause I knew if anyone knew where, or how, to find you, it would be him.”
“Smart.” Y/N nodded. “I’ve been… secretly dating both him and Bucky.” She cringed, saying it out loud was a lot.
“Bucky? As in the Winter Soldier?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.” Daisy nodded. “Impressive. How long has this been going on?”
“Actually, a few days. Tony and I were in the middle of our first date, since everything, when you called.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You calling showed me a different side of him. He willingly let me go. He’s never done that— well, in that matter, before. It was nice.”
“Tell him the next one’s on me.”
Y/N laughed. “I will… Daisy… I’m proud of you.”
Daisy looked over, confused. “Thanks? What’s… what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Y/N plastered a small smile on her face. “I just felt the need to say that.”
Coulson walked in, studying Mack and Yo-Yo’s vitals. Daisy went back to focusing on the computer screen.
“Vitals are stable,” Coulson commented. “That’s good.”
“We should’ve forced Mack to come back with us,” Daisy said.
“Literally,” Y/N added.
“Wasn’t your decision to make,” Coulson said. “Either of yours.”
“Yeah, well, now we might lose both Mack and Yo-Yo,” Daisy added.
“Again, not your call.”
“She went in with no extraction plan, no idea how to find Mack,” Y/N said with a sigh.
“I think I may have been able to help her with that,” Daisy said, still working on the computer. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No!”
“What?” Coulson questioned, him and Y/N moving closer to her. “Did you do something?"
“No, this was not me. I didn’t—“
“Are you guys seeing this?” Simmons asked, coming into the room. “What’s happening to the Framework?”
“What do you mean?” Y/N wondered, following Simmons towards the control room. “What’s wrong?”
“The Framework’s disappearing. Daisy.”
“I’m on it!” Daisy replied, typing faster.
“How long before the Framework’s completely gone?” Coulson asked.
“Fitz estimates between 12 and 20 hours.” They paused in front of a screen analyzing the Framework. “Looks so innocent, just numbers and symbols. But each thread of code has a corollary in the Framework— a favorite blouse, a schoolhouse, a newborn child— they’re all blinking out of existence forever.”
“Mack and Yo-Yo?” Y/N questioned.
“There’s no guarantee that they’ll survive until the end. Fitz and Daisy are doing everything they can to protect them and devise an exit.”
Coulson pulled out his ringing cellphone. “General Talbot,” he told the women. Simmons walked away and he answered it, putting it on speaker for Y/N to hear. “General, I’m relieved that you’re still alive.”
“Three of my finest aren’t so fortunate,” Talbot responded, “and I have no idea what killed them.”
“We lost good people, too. The short answer is they were murdered by a vanishing banshee made of matter from another dimension.”
“You expect me to put that in my report?”
“I’ve died and come back to life. I have a cybernetic hand. I’ve been to another planet. This stuff happens in SHIELD.”
“There’s not going to be a SHIELD, not since Director Mace’s autopsy report was leaked. I’ve got a dozen intelligence agencies who now know that Mace wasn’t an inhuman.”
“What?!” Y/N exclaimed.
“They know SHIELD lied about it, and they’re wondering what else you might’ve lied about.”
“That was your lie, Talbot,” Coulson argued. “Not ours.”
“Damn it, Phil, you’re missing the point. There’s an international intelligence inquiry tomorrow morning, and I need you there to defend SHIELD.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Damn it, Coulson, so is a vanishing banshee. Phil, I’m not gonna get up on my hind legs and beg for buttermilk. But you or one of your right hands needs to be there to take down these spooks before they take down SHIELD once and for all. That’s an order.”
“I wish we could, General, but my team and I are Aida’s primary target. Our presence would only endanger the lives of everyone there. Plus, you decided to shoot one of my right hands and threaten to put her in Raft.”
“Phil—“
“If anything changes, you’ll be the first to know.” Coulson hung up.
“I’ve never liked that guy,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. Daisy then came into the room.
“Is that a good-news face or a bad-news face?”
“It’s a weird-news face,” Daisy replied. “Robbie Reyes just stole his charger out of a SHIELD impound garage outside of Dover.”
“Robbie Reyes?” Y/N repeated. “Who’s he?”
“Right,” Coulson said, “I forgot you weren’t there for that. Let’s just say, don’t get on his bad side. He—“
“Turns into a flame-headed demon,” Daisy interrupted. “May’s rerouting us to Dover now.”
~~~
Daisy went and met up with Robbie Reyes, bring him back to the Zephyr. Y/N and Coulson met them in the cargo bay.
“Mr. Reyes,” Coulson greeted, shaking the younger man’s hand.
“Coulson,” Robbie responded.
“This is Y/N Rogers.” Coulson motioned to Y/N. “She—“
“Aren’t you currently a fugitive?”
“Does it matter?”
“How’d you find Aida?” Coulson asked him.
“There was a—a tear in the dark world when she was created. It’s how I escaped. The thing in me is drawn to dark matter the way your GPS tracks my car.”
“So you’re saying Aida’s made of the same stuff as the Darkhold?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s the Darkhold?” Y/N asked.
“It’s an ancient book of spells and unspeakable power. It’s made of dark matter from the hell dimension.”
“Okay…” Y/N nodded. “And just when I thought my life couldn’t get anymore weird.”
“The rider wants to send them both back to where they came from.”
“I hope that means hell,” Daisy commented.
“Hell is relative. Dimensions, space, planets—it’s all connected. Plenty of them qualify as hell.. The Earth is just one territory in a war that’s been going on forever.”
“Can you beat Aida?”
“I don’t know. But what I do know is the demon in me hates her in ways I’ve never felt.”
“We all feel like that,” Coulson said.
“Why do you have that?” Daisy asked, looking behind Coulson and Y/N. They turned to see May holding a head.
“It was in the module with the LMDs Robbie destroyed,” May answered. “Do we know who he is?”
“No, looks like Aida’s been busy,” Coulson replied.
“She could’ve duplicated anybody,” Y/N said, shaking her head.
“I’ll run facial recognition,” Daisy stated, “see if we can ID this guy.”
~~~
The next morning, May, Robbie, Y/N, Daisy, and Coulson got on a quinjet. Coulson was on the phone, trying to get a hold of someone. They were all currently on their way to the SHIELD inquiry.
“We’ve ID’d the head,” May stated, holding up a tablet for Daisy, Robbie and Y/N to see. “He’s one of the senior Russian analysts invited to the SHIELD inquiry today, and look who he’s bringing as his plus-one.” She changed the picture and Y/N took the tablet from her.
“This is the Russian guy I tore to bits on the jet,” Y/N stated. “The one that was targeting us on the way to the oil rig. How has he… Aida. Damn it.”
Coulson sighed, hanging out the phone again. “I’ve left messages for General Talbot,” he said. “But he’s not answering.”
“What’s Aida’s play here?” Daisy questioned. “Why have the LMDs attend this?”
“My guys is to drive the final nail into SHIELD’s coffin.”
~~~
Arriving at the SHIELD inquiry, there were dead soldiers lining the halls. Gunshots and shouts were in the distance. They ran towards the sounds. Robbie and Y/N got in there first, seeing a duplicate of Daisy rush off. Robbie followed it while Y/N pinned the two LMDs down with her powers. May and Coulson began firing at them.
“Y/N, let them go,” Coulson directed. “Check on Talbot.”
With a huff, Y/N let them go and went over to Talbot. He had a bullet to the brain.
“There’s still a pulse,” Talbot’s right hand told Y/N.
“Everybody out— now!” Coulson ordered the others still in the room. “And get some medical help.”
“Phil,” May called, looking at the Darkhold on the floor. “They’ll be back for that.”
Coulson quickly grabbed it as medical came rushing in.
“Y/N, go!” Coulson ordered. “Find Reyes and Daisy! Help them.”
Nodding, Y/N rushing out of the room, searching for Daisy. Y/N ran into a storage room just in time to watch Robbie’s head turn into a fiery skull.
“What the actual hell,” she mumbled, frozen by the door.
Robbie used the chain to attack the LMD security officer. She heard a swish behind her.
“Hello, Y/N,” a voice greeted. Y/N turned around to see Aida. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Can’t say I feel the same,” Y/N responded.
“You are the one thing I never planned for in the Framework. You’re also the one thing that could have truly made me unstoppable.”
“Here’s the thing, Aida, my powers don’t work like that. So even if you would have stolen my DNA and tortured me, you would have never gotten my abilities.”
Aida growled. “We’ll see about that.”
Raising her hands in front of her, Aida shot electric beams at Y/N. Y/N quickly deflected them by using a portal, sending them into Aida’s back. Letting out a cry, Aida stumbled forward. This allowed Y/N to shoot a purple energy beam Aida’s way. It hit her before Aida disappeared. On guard, Y/N spun around multiple times, waiting for Aida to reappear. She never did. Coulson and May ran up to the room, where Daisy and Robbie were panting.
“I missed it, didn’t I?” Coulson questioned. “You guys together, and we missed it. Damn. Come on. We got to go. Come on!”
He started running down the hall, with May following. Y/N turned to look at Robbie and Daisy.
“Do you want to run with them or do you want me to just open a portal to the quinjet?” Y/N asked, pointing in Coulson’s direction. “Cause I really don’t feel like following them.”
~~~
“This must be Aida’s payback cause I quaked her skinny ass out that window,” Daisy stated, marching towards the front of the Zephyr with the rest of them following. “She’s gonna send Daisy-bot after Daisy-bot to assassinate people.” She kicked a wall in frustration. “So stupid.
“She won’t have to,” May said. “As soon as the video of your LMD shooting Talbot in the head gets out, SHIELD is dead.”
“It’s worse than that,” Coulson added. “Daisy’s not just SHIELD. She’s inhuman. Not to mention the fact that Y/N appeared not long after. They could make it look like they were working together.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re right. It’s the same tactic Aida used in the Framework. Unite people in their fear of inhumans. But instead of a Cambridge incident…”
“It’s me,” Daisy said. “I’ll be the monster. She wants the same racist state that she had in the Framework. This is her plan! She’s won.”
“No, she hasn’t,” Y/N argued.
“I’m with Y/N,” Coulson agreed. “Okay, maybe she won today. But like Robbie said, we’re part of a bigger war. This isn’t the Framework. We’re awake, we’re unified, and frankly, pissed off enough to risk everything to stop her.” Coulson turned to Robbie. “I need the Darkhold.”
“What?” May exclaimed. “No! No one’s ever reading that damn book again.”
“I don’t want to read it. I want to use it as bait. Aida’s human now. She feels what we feel, including fear.”
“No,” Robbie responded. “I’m sorry, man. I’m taking it.”
“She’s got to be terrified we’ll use it to stop her.”
“She’s also terrified of Robbie,” Daisy added. “As soon as she saw his chain flame on, she teleported out.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Y/N said. “I may have had a run in with her. Then she teleported out.”
“You two together,” Coulson said, pointing between Y/N and Robbie. “Could you destroy her?”
“Maybe,” Robbie shrugged. “But it’s like Daisy said, she won’t let me anywhere near her.”
“I can get you near her,” Y/N offered. “And she won’t even be able to sense you coming.”
“I think I have an idea that might solve all our problems,” Coulson stated.
“We’re running out of options,” Simmons said, appearing on the upper level.
“There isn’t enough power on the Zephyr to protect Mack and Yo-Yo,” Fitz said, joining her. The two headed downstairs to the others.
“Then we’ll have to go back to base,” Coulson responded.
“That’s a terrible idea,” May said.
“I agree,” Daisy added. “The military, Aida, more LMDs are probably waiting for us.”
“Maybe, but I’m tired of hiding,” Coulson said. “Let’s take the fight back home.” Coulson turned around and walked up to Fitz-Simmons. “Look, I know you two still have a lot to work out, but right now, I need you on the same page, okay?” They nodded before Coulson looked back to the others. “Alright, May, take us back to HQ.”
~~~
On the way back to HQ, Y/N hung out near Fitz. His thoughts were so loud that Y/N couldn’t help but hear them.
“It’s not your fault, Fitz,” she said quietly, standing behind him.
“You don’t know,” he replied.
“I do. Cause I can feel your thoughts and cause I know what happened. It wasn’t you. It was Aida, it was the Framework.”
He slammed his fist against the table. “But it was me! Cause I remember it! I did it!”
“Fitz.” She reached to put a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “You’re not a bad person, Fitz. You’re just, human. Please don’t be so hard on yourself… I… you just need to know that I care. That I always have and always will. You’re… you’re like my little brother I’ve never had. Actually… at this point, you’re closer to me than my actual brother.”
Fitz turned around. “Why are you talking like this? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I just… I don’t know, after this mission, when I’ll see any of you again.”
“You’re lying. You know something.”
Y/N looked down. “It’s my burden to bare Fitz. You already have too much. Just remember, you’re family.”
~~~
Y/N was sitting in one of the pilot’s seats, staring out the window. May came and sat beside her.
“What’s got you so quiet?” May asked.
Y/N rolled her head to look at May. “You really want to know?”
“Nope.”
“Yeah, didn’t think so.” Y/N faced the window again. “I used to be terrified of this… the thought of falling to my death. I think I’ve done it so many times now that I’m numb to it.”
“Yeah, I get that… I remember the first months with you on the team. You got shaken so easily.”
“I had a lot going on, a lot that I wasn’t dealing with.”
“Like now?”
Kinda… now’s… different. We’ve all been through so much. I’m really not allowed to get as shaken as I used to.” She looked down at her hands. “Can’t really afford to do that on the run.”
“You going to stay on the run?”
“Really have no choice… it’s okay. I’ve found a place I’ve been laying low at. It’s nice… don’t… May, don’t wait too long to make a move on Coulson.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can’t lie to me. I can read your thoughts. Just… I wouldn’t advise waiting too long. Every moment is precious. Don’t waste it.”
~~~
It didn’t take too long for the Zephyr to land at HQ. May and Coulson went to check it out while everyone else stayed on the Zephyr. Y/N was laying in the isolation module when she sensed it.
“Aida,” she whispered.
Y/N stood up, quickly creating a portal to the hallway outside of where Fitz-Simmons was located. She had never been inside the room they were in, so she couldn’t exactly get herself in there.
“No!” She heard Fitz shout through the door.
“Beg me to let her live,” Aida’s voice directed.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Fitz pled.
Y/N grabbed the door handle, slowly using her powers to melt it away. She didn’t want Aida to quickly do anything.
“We can go away,” Fitz continued. “Start again.”
“Too late,” Aida responded. Y/N could hear Simmons gasping. “This is making me feel better. Fitz, why do we feel better when we make someone else suffer?”
“Because there’s something wrong with you,” Simmons replied. “You psycho-ooo.” She grunted.
Pushing the door open slightly, Y/N got enough of the room to be able to create a portal. She did, behind Aida, who had a screwdriver in Simmons’ chest. Putting a finger over her lips, Y/N signaled Fitz to be quiet. Aida pressed the screwdriver in further.
“Stop,” Fitz begged as Simmons cried out. “Stop, stop, stop, stop. Please, please, spare Jemma.”
“So it’s Jemma now?” Aida taunted. “Trying to humanize her. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to do better than that.” Aida turned the screwdriver.
“Fitz, please,” Simmons begged. “I’m scared. Make her stop.”
Glancing back at Y/N, Fitz noticed green floating from one of Y/N’s hands to Simmons back. Y/N was turning back time slowly, so that the damage wasn’t as bad. The other hand had red and yellow coming from it, heading towards Aida’s head.
“The Darkhold!” Fitz exclaimed. “That’s the only way we could beat you. Let Jemma go, and I’ll go get it for you.”
Aida grasped onto Simmons neck.
“You did this, Fitz,” Simmons said.
“I’m so sorry, Jemma,” he apologized.
“Coulson’s reading the book. He’s firing up the gateway right now… Come on. Please. Let me take you to it.”
Aida glanced down at Simmons. She put her hand in front of her and let out an electric beam. Before it could hit Simmons, Y/N appeared between them, getting shocked instead. Y/N fell to the ground, half conscious. Aida threw Simmons on top of her.
“No!” Fitz shouted.
Aida grabbed him, shoving him up against the tech. “I’m gonna kill everyone you love right in front of you,” Aida whispered. “And there’s nothing you can do.”
Aida pressed a kiss to the side of Fitz’ face before teleporting off. Fitz, breathing deeply, quickly rushed towards Y/N.
“Y/N, Y/N,” he grabbed her, resting her head in his lap. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine…” Y/N grunted. “I can’t believe she was fooled by that damn Simmons LMD.”
“Did you do it?”
“Aida won’t be able to teleport outside of the base boundaries. There also might be a slight chance she thinks she’s going crazy.” Fitz helped Y/N sit up, grunting. “That hurt.” She rubbed her chest. “I should have just let the LMD take the brunt of it.”
“You think you could portal us to where the rest of them are?” Fitz helped her onto her feet.
“Of course. But why the hurry?” Fitz shot her a look. “Fine, fine.” She opened a portal into the base. “Let’s go.”
Fitz and her stepped through it. The use of all her powers for the last few days was beginning to take a toll on her. She’d never done as much with them as she had been, before. Staying outside of the room, they watched through the windows of what Y/N remembered as one of the common rooms, though now destroyed.
Aida was facing them, her wounds slowly healing from where the real Simmons had shot her. Simmons was standing just out of the doorway, gun still aimed at Aida.
“You’re trap failed,” Aida smirked. “Your weapon can’t stop me.”
“I know,” Simmons responded. “I just really wanted to do that.”
“Now it’s my turn.” Aida marched towards Simmons with Coulson following. She spun around to face him. “Don’t you get it? You can’t kill me.”
“Maybe not,” Coulson replied. He gripped onto Aida’s wrist. “But I’m pretty sure he can.”
Grunting, steam began to flow from Coulson’s head. Coulson normal head disappeared, being replaced by a fiery skull.
“Okay,” Y/N said, pointing at Coulson, “no one told me that part of the plan.”
Aida and Coulson, or Ghost Rider, began fighting. Aida teleported them away.
“They won’t be able to go far,” Y/N stated. “I can sense them a few hallways down.”
Fitz-Simmons and Y/N took a portal to where Ghost Rider and Aida were fighting. He was gripping onto her wrists, burning her. She looked over at them as she was set aflame, turning into ash. Ghost Rider lifted her skeleton up and threw her against the rumble at the end of the hallway. Ghost Rider then disappeared, bring Coulson back. The others slowly made their way towards the pile of dust.
“Is she really…?” Simmons wondered.
“Yeah,” Coulson panted.
~~~
Y/N had taken a walk through the destroyed base, by herself. She was on her way to meet the others when she heard Robbie and Coulson talking.
“I don’t know how you live with it all the time,” Coulson said, his voice coming closer. “I’m just grateful ghost rider kept its part of the deal and went back to you.”
“You know why he made the deal in the first place, right?” Robbie questioned.
“I do.” I’m dying, Y/N heard Coulson’s thoughts.
She bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to stop the tears. The Stones had basically told her this already. She just wasn’t prepared for it to be true.
“Are you gonna tell the others?” Robbie asked.
“No,” Coulson answered. “And I’d ask that you don’t either. I will when it’s time.”
Y/N waited until the hallways met up and acted like she hadn’t heard anything. But the look that Coulson gave her… she knew that he knew, she knew. Giving the men a small smile, she followed them into the room with a round machine.
“You really have to leave right away?” Daisy asked Robbie as him, Coulson, and Y/N entered.
“Yeah,” Robbie answered. “I have to get this book someplace safe… Keep an eye on my brother?” Daisy nodded.
“The gateway’s almost ready,” Simmons informed.
“Don’t need it. I’ve learned a few things since you saw me last.”
Robbie turned away and whipped his chain out, causing it to fire up. He spun it around over his head before forming a center in front of him. A orange portal formed, staying put as Robbie turned around to grab the Darkhold from Coulson.
“I don’t envy you,” Robbie told Coulson.
“I was gonna say the same to you,” the man replied.
Taking the book, Robbie turned around to face the portal. He glanced back at Daisy, once last time, before stepping through the portal. The portal disappeared, with Robbie along with it.
“What did he mean by that?” May asked.
Before May could answer, Mack and Yo-Yo quickly entered the room.
“We picked up radio chatter on the Zephyr,” Mack informed. “The good news is, is that Talbot is alive. He’s in a coma, but alive.”
“The bad news is they know we’re here,” Yo-Yo picked up. “And they’re on their way.”
“Yeah, you should go while you can,” Fitz said.
“Yeah, we’re all going,” Coulson responded.
“No, I’m gonna stay. This is my fault—Aida, the LMDs, all the deaths. Those aren’t on SHIELD. Those are on me. And, uh, I can explain art I built the LMD that shot Talbot. That way—“
“Fitz,” Daisy called. “We were all in the Framework together. We understand how confusing and screwed-up that world is. And trust me, it’s gonna take me years to process everything that happened in there. But the one thing that I don’t need time to understand is that we are all in this together… I tried to take the blame for everything not too long ago. I dyed my hair. I ran away. I thought that separating myself from the team would help me protect it. But in truth, I know of just lost myself. And you—you were the one who pulled me back in. This is not on you, okay? We all lost ourselves in there. And yeah, it might take you a long time to forgive yourself. But speaking on behalf of the team, you have nothing to apologize for.”
“If there’s a price to pay, we pay it together,” May stated.
“Amen,” Simmons agreed.
Y/N took a shuddery inhale, causing them all to look at her.
“I… I wish…” she swallowed, trying to stop her overwhelming emotions. “I wish I could pay it with you guys… But, my price is death. If they get a hold of me, they will kill me. Talbot proved that… I’m so sorry.”
“Y/N,” Coulson stepped up, “you have done more than was asked of you.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I haven’t… cause this is my team. And I didn’t stay… I should’ve stayed. I…”
“Is this the last time you’ll be with us?” Daisy asked, voice wavering.
Y/N let a tear fall as she looked at Daisy, pausing before she nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “But there’s something I have to do… something’s coming… and it’s up to me to stop it.”
“We’re a team,” May stated. “It’s up to us.”
“Not this… this is… bigger than all of us.”
“So, this is good bye?” Fitz questioned. “Like, actually a good bye?”
“I’m so sorry…. I wish I could pay the price with you.”
“No,” Coulson said, grabbing Y/N’s hand. “You’ve already paid many prices… you go, you run, we’ll pay this one. You’ll just get the next.” The group laughed.
“You were my first friend out of the ice,” Y/N whispered. “Thank you.”
“I was one of your biggest fans,” Coulson smiled. “It was an honor.”
He brought her in for a hug. They held each other tightly, crying into each other. The others slowly gathered around, forming a group hug. With all of them crying, they stayed close until Y/N felt that it was time to go. Separating, she wiped away her tears.
“You guys should go,” she said before swallowing. “They could be here any second.” She looked at each of them, slowly opening a portal beneath her feet. “Stay safe. The world needs you. All of you. And I love each and every one of you. Thank you for this… this family. It’s been the greatest honor being apart of this family.”
And she disappeared through the portal beneath her feet.
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It’s one of those rare weekend afternoons in which your schedules align and you are savoring every minute; taking in the view from your spot on Javier’s couch.
Draped along the leather, you rest your chin on your hands and watch the scene in front of you: the hot hiss of the iron, the soothing, low stroke of it against the cotton of Javi’s dress shirts; the man himself, standing shirtless, wearing only jeans; a cigarette dangling from his lips as his face is a frown of concentration. Your gaze lingering on the tight bunch of his broad shoulders as it moves the iron back and forth, his long, lean arms as he stretches across the board, the cinch of his belly as he twists with the movement.
“See anything you like?”, he teases, bringing you out of your dazed stare.
“Always”, you reply with a smile and he winks at you, leaning to blow one last puff of smoke up at the ceiling while stamping out his cigarette.
You watch him for a while longer and when he finishes the shirt he is working on, he holds it up to inspect his handiwork, sharply snapping it in the air before reaching for a hanger.
The snapping though. Why is that so arousing? Was it the sharp sound? The frown on his face as he did it? His broad shoulders flexing with the effort of it? The way his body moved with the whole motion of it?
Your eyes still on his body, you focus now on the waist band of his jeans; the soft trail of hair that leads into them, the dip just to the side of his hipbone, the way the top button is undone.
Getting off the couch, you walk over to his neatly hung rack of shirts and making sure you are facing him, you peel off your tank top and toss it onto the floor, along with your bra. He stops ironing; watching.
You smirk, fingering through the fabrics until you find his favorite shirt; a soft teal one and you pull it off the hanger, shrugging it on. Your frame engulfed in it, he only has eyes for the strip of skin that shows straight down the middle; your throat, your chest, your belly. Watching you slowly button it, he finally speaks.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “I just wanted to check out the fit. You know, as someone who deals with clothing all day.”
He hums in response, setting the iron down and turning it off. Walking towards you, he stops your hands with his; much larger against your own and you look at him, waiting.
“I think”, he murmurs, his voice going straight to your core, “as someone in the costume business, you might actually want to check out the construction of the seams.”
“Is that so”, you reply, your mouth gone slightly dry with how close he is standing next to you; the warm heat of his body so close.
“To do that, I think it would be better if we took this off.” His eyes on yours, you feel his knuckles brush against your sternum as he starts undoing the buttons. He undoes one, then another, then stops and you aren’t sure what is going on when he brings your hands up and presses them over the next button.
“I’ll tell you what”, he says, walking back over to the couch and sitting down, his hips shifting forward so he can recline. “Why don’t you continue and I’ll watch.”
The picture of ease in front of you, you wouldn’t even tell he was aroused save for the bulge in his tight pants, the length of it pressed against his thigh and you want the upper hand back, so you follow him to the couch and climb onto his lap; the shirt gaping away from your chest as you settle into your straddle across his thighs.
Only two buttons holding the fabric together, you follow his gaze and look down at your body, your whole chest on display and you smile, looking back up at him.
“Look, Javi”, you tease. “I’m you.”
“Is that so, sweetheart?” he murmurs, lips barely moving. His dark eyes are still trained on your bare skin, eagerly devouring the sight.
“Mmmhmm.” Your hand trails up his chest, splaying across his collarbone. Raising your hand to your mouth in a fist, you mimic clearing your throat, speaking in a deep voice. “Agent Javier Peña, DEA,” you say, tongue fumbling slightly as your lips curl in a smile around the unfamiliar words. “See?” You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear with your spare hand. “Just like you.”
Javi’s expression matches your own, adding in a slight eyebrow raise that heightens the pit of desire settling in your core. “Almost perfect,” he compliments.
“Almost?” you pout. Looking down at him, hitching your breath as he skims up the sides of your torso with his broad hands under the teal fabric, you think you catch a glimpse of devilry cross his face.
“Almost,” he confirms, sliding one hand over to cup your breast. “You see, baby,” Javi continues to explain, watching your features furrow in an effort to remain focused, “if you were me, you wouldn’t be wearing a shirt at all.” Sure he’s entrapped you in your own logic, he smirks as he squeezes your breast.
Taking a deep breath, you glide your hands down his arms, pushing on his muscled forearms to force his hands off of your body. It’s a sure thing, your hands steady despite the mounting chaos in your brain, the fuzziness that always threatens to overtake you when you’re with him — be it his eyes, or his hands, or the patch of skin on chest that’s always visible when he takes off his tie, tossing it on the table as soon as he walks in. (To be fair, you’ve only seen him do it once. But it was such quick thing that instinct told you it was a habitual act, like the way he irons his shirts in smooth, undisturbed strokes).
“Javi,” you reply stiffly, precisely, arching an eyebrow, “is that any way to speak to a government official?” Your tongue hits the roof of your mouth as you tsk, tearing your gaze away from his parted mouth.
It’s raining again, warm pellets of the stuff dappling against the window in muted thunks. A few drops dribble down the glass in perplexing hindrances, crossing over and around each other. Something about the pattern makes you ache, sparking a deep need for you to let this man know how safe you feel with him in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon, half naked on his couch, watching him iron as rain slants across the city.
“What is it, querida?” Javi sits up slightly, and you shift on lap as his long fingers trail down your arm in an attempt to soothe you. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Urgency laces his voice like poison does a drink, delicately slipping from one word into the next in mounting need. The shadow of his jawline catches your eye as he follows your gaze out the window. “Is there…” he squints. “Is there something out there?”
Higher up now that he’s moved, you card your fingers through the rest of his hair now, admiring its silken texture. It reminds you of some of the fabric in which you dress clients, the kind used by the highest fashion houses to create pieces of wearable art. Perhaps he is your own art, something you both view and create, adding dashes of interpretation to his twisting complexities. He is a technē and a fine art, both a craft and something higher all at once. Aristotle was right about mimesis: the artist in you mingles among the logician in him.
You’re on the cusp of saying so when your eyes gravitate to his chocolate pools, concern etched into every feature. “No, baby,” you whisper instead with a smile, eyes never leaving his, cradling his head in your hands. “Just very happy here with you, is all.”
Blessed deliverance washes across his features, the gesture matching that of rain just beyond the wall. In its place he inserts a wicked grin, one that makes his eyes crinkle and your toes curl. “Could you be better?”
Nimble fingers fly to the remaining buttons on his teal shirt. “Hm, I don’t know,” you muse as the shirt falls open, exposing the rest of your skin at last. “Show me what you’ve got, Javier Peña. How happy can you make me?”
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Then and Now - Smells Like Home
AN: It's been a while since I’ve written Supernatural, or Dean, but I'm back now with a new Series. Gonna be 10 parts in total with a lot of feels and fluffs. I've been toying with this idea since I started re-watching spn earlier this year (thank you quarantine) and then after reading a series by the amazing @percywinchester27 I got inspired and started writing. Shout out to my awesome beta @thorne93, you da bees knees.
AN2: I'm doing a thing where I raffle off a personalised drabble every month. How do you join? Easy, just hammer that reblog button. Reblog is one entry, reblog with comment is two entries. So you help spread my work and you might get a little sumpthin’ in return. Win Win
Pairing: AUDean x Reader
Warnings: None I think.
Wordcount: 2494
Summary: It's 2010 and you’re back in Lawrence to settle your family’s affairs after your mom passed. You hope to be in and out of town before anyone really knows you’re there, but that doesn't go as plan. Will a certain green eyed mechanic convince you to come back to the life you once had in Lawrence? Or are you going to return to the real world as soon everything is settled?
The small town air in Lawrence was so much different than the polluted, exhaust filled air in New York. Here, you could actually breathe and not feel as though your mouth and lungs filled with whirled up dust and fumes from the constant traffic. It was something that you had gotten used to doing as the first thing when you reached a new place, to draw a deep breath through your nose and smell the town. It sounds weird, but every town and city had its unique smell, and Lawrence? Well… Lawrence smelled like home.
It had been a long time since you called Lawrence home though, and now, considering the circumstances, you didn't know if this place would ever feel like home again. Even though it smelled like it.
The town passed by the window as your cab made its way through it, some of the small businesses that you remember going to as a kid had been replaced by others, but some remained just as you remembered them. Like Rufus’ Hardware, where your dad got all his tools and things like that, and Harvelle’s Scoops where you used to hang out after school. The memories made in that place brought a smile to your lips. It had little to do with the fantastic ice cream sundaes they served, and all to do with the group of friends you used to hang out with. At the edge of town, you passed the Winchester Auto Shop, and again you smiled. The facade hadn't changed since you were here last, and neither had the clutter that surrounded it. Dean Winchester ran it now, your mom had told you not to long ago. John had passed away about a year earlier, in his sleep of all things. You had thought then about picking up and calling Dean, to offer your condolences, but it didn't seem appropriate after all this time.
A knot started to form in your stomach as the cab turned from the main road and started down the gravel path that led to your childhood home. This place would never be the same again to you, not now that you were the only one left. The words your father had preached so many times echoed in your ears as the house came into view, and all of a sudden you felt the familiar sting of tears behind your eyes. ‘A home is not created by four walls and a roof, it's the family inside that makes a home’, but there was no family left in that house, and therefore it was no longer a home.
It smelled like home though, moreso out here than it did in town. It smelled of freshly cut grass and flowers, and somehow it still smelled of the livestock that hadn't lived in the barn in many years. When your father had died about six years ago, your mom had discontinued the run of the farm, she just wasn't up for the task anymore and you weren't willing then to come back and help her. It was a huge mistake you had made back then, something you'd have to carry the guilt of for the rest of your life.
As you climbed the few steps up to the front porch of the house, the planks creaked just the way they had always done, and a weird feeling of comfort crept upon you. It was soon washed away though, as you saw the wilted flowers in the pots on each side of the door. Memories of planting the flowers every spring with your mom played in your mind, bringing with them a hollow sadness that you couldt allow yourself to feel right now. The flowers before you had wilted away, just like your mom had done, alone on this farm without anything or anyone breathing life into them.
You had abandoned her when she needed you the most, and that was something you could never take back. And for what exactly? Your career? The illusion of love from a man that turned out to be something else entirely? The starry eyed dream that a city like New York promised to make true? No. It was all for nothing, and it was too late to make things right now, you could never fix this mistake.
Pushing away your emotions wasn't easy, especially as you walked through the old house that hadn't changed much and the memories from your childhood threatened to bring you to your knees. No, you had to push it all away. You were here to get things in order so that you could sell the place and then haul your ass out of town again. A week. Two at the most, and then you could return to the messy life you had left back in New York.
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It was early in the morning when the sun crept through the curtains of your room, making you groan in displeasure. Back in New York, tall buildings surrounded yours making it so the sun didn't reach your window until 11am. Something that suited your lifestyle perfectly. You were a night owl, always had been.
As you opened your eyes, you saw the five members of Backstreet Boys smiling down at you and you couldn't help but laugh. The poster you had once hung in the ceiling had been long forgotten, as had the girl that hung it up there. It was barely past six am as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, but the sooner you got started, the sooner you could get out of here and back to the big city where you belonged. Nothing had changed in your room in the past - what- 13 years since you lived here. Your parents hadn't touched it, and whenever you visited, you never stayed long enough to bother changing anything.
In your closet you found your old flannel shirt, the one that a certain green eyed boy had given you one night when it was cold. You took it from the hanger and ran the rough fabric through your fingers before you, as on instinct, brought it up to your nose. It didn't smell like him anymore, but you hadn't expected it to either. You threw it on over a white tank top and shimmied into a basic pair of jeans, and then you spotted them. The brown cowboy boots your dad had gotten you as a going away present when you left. The boots that you had left behind because they didn't fit into the style of life you were pursuing in the big city. Unused and filled with guilt they stood there and basically mocked you. With mixed emotions you slid your feet into them, like if it was an effort to make up for past behavior or something. Nothing changed, your dad would never know how much you appreciate them in this moment, but you still wore them, completing the farm girl look as you set out to start the day.
It was nearly noon before you took a break, the scorching sun forcing you to find some shade to hide in for a little while. Tomorrow you had a meeting with a realtor, she would help you with everything that came to selling the place, what you would have to get rid of beforehand, and what could be sold with the property. So until then, you just went around and cleaned things up a bit. Now it was lunch time, but you hadn't done any shopping yesterday, and there was a limit to how many granola bars one could have.
Inside you found the keys to your old truck, and with a nostalgic giddiness you practically skipped outside to the garage to find it. It was an old Ford pickup truck, blue with a white trim around it. Your father had kept it running for as long as he was alive, but now it probably hadn't even been started since you were last here. Two years had passed, but you had unrelenting faith in this truck. “Come on, baby. Show me what you’re made of,” you gently coaxed as you slid the key in the ignition. As you turned it, you closed your eyes and prayed to a higher power you didn't believe in. A meek noise came from the engine, but the engine didn't turn at all. “It was a long shot,” you conceded.
There was a greater chance of getting your mom's car to start, a shaggy, old Volvo that she had had forever, but it was well kept so you had a home there. But no such luck.
You thought for a moment, but it was abundantly clear what your next move had to be, and you didn't really look forward to it.
As you waited on the front porch, you looked at the hammock chair that hung there. The ropes that came with it had been exchanged with chains that had started rusting. Visions of your mom reading while she rocked back and forth flashed across your eyes, remembering how the creak of the chains had reverberated and amplified up to your room and annoyed the shit out of you. How you had yelled out the window and how she had apologized. You also remembered how your dad had caught you and Dean there one night, way past either of your bedtimes. That particular memory brought a smile to your face. If your dad only had known where Dean's hand was a minute before he came crashing through the front door. Oh to be young and in love again. Or young. Or in love.
The roar of an engine pulled you from your little trip down memory lane, and as you got to your feet the sleek black car came into view. Part of you wished he would just send someone else out here, but somehow you knew that he would be the one to come.
As he excited his car, you ascended the few steps from the porch, a weary smile on your lips. “The allusive YN YLN,” he said with that cheeky grin of his.
“In the flesh,” you responded before you gave him a hug hello. “It's good to see you, Dean,” you offered. So good in fact that your heart skipped a beat as you laid eyes on him. He looked exactly the same as he had done all those years ago, the only difference was that his leather jacket had been discarded somewhere in exchange for a simple black t-shirt. Knowing Dean, though, and you did, the jacket was still somewhere waiting for the summer heat to ease up so that it could be used again.
Five years had passed since Dean saw you last, but you hadn't changed much, if at all. “I was starting to think I’d never see you again,” he half joked.
“Well…” you started, but let your words trail off. “Thanks for coming so soon,” you said to change the subject.
“You kidding? I haven't seen you in forever, couldn't let that chance go to waste,” he noted. “The old Ford?” he wondered, pointing to the open garage.
“Yeah. The engine’s not turning, so I'm pretty sure it's the battery. I probably just need a jump,” you explained. You weren't an expert in any way, but growing up on a farm you learned a thing or two about engines.
“The battery?” he asked with a chuckle. “YN, this thing was old as sin back when you got it. I'm not sure it has any more miles on it.”
You tried really hard not to notice the freckles across his nose, or the bright green of his eyes, or the scruff on his jaw, or how his muscles moved under the shirt as he opened the hood. “She might be old, but I know that she has more in her. She's younger than yours,” you retorted. Trying really, really, really hard not to notice the crinkle of his eyes as he smiled.
Dean didn't respond to your comment, he just made his way to the driverside to get in and try starting the car. He listened intently as he turned the key, and then he jumped back out. “We can try jumping her, but from the looks of this battery you’re gonna need a new one,” he noted.
It took a few tries, but it finally started. It wasn't the confident engine roar you were used to from this car though, it was more like a cough and a stutter before it settled into its idle rhythm.
“Can I drive it into town like this?” you asked, looking up at Dean who was still listening to the engine sounds to make sure it was alright.
“I wouldn't stop it though. I'm not sure if you'll get it started again if you do.” He looked up at you as he wiped his hand on a rag he pulled from his back pocket. “I'll get you a new battery. Might be good to let her sit until then.”
You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, holding it away from your face for a moment. “But it’ll be fine if I don't cut the engine off, right?” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes. “I need to go shopping,” you explained before he could discourage you.
Dean sighed. “You have my number if you get stuck in town,” he offered.
“Can I ask you something? If you’re not in a hurry, that is?”
Dean checked his watch and then motioned for you to go on.
“I'm here to settle the property,” you started to explain. “And I'm not sure if this is in your wheelhouse or not, but I wondered if you could check out the farming equipment that we have, the tractors and such? I just want to know what I can sell and what's a good price.”
“You’re selling the place?” he asked, eyes widening in surprise.
“Yeah. I get that it might be out of your expertise, but maybe you can recommend someone who knows about these things?”
“I can take a look,” he offered. “But not right now, I'm already late for something. Can I come back later tonight?”
“Of course,” you said eagerly. “How about I make us some dinner… as a thank you?”
Dean furrowed his brows. “Are you gonna cook?” He thought back to all the meals you had prepared for him over the years. It was sweet and all, but you could hardly call it food.
“I know what you’re thinking, but I took some classes and I'm actually a pretty decent cook now,” you said proudly, but Dean's face was full of scepticism. “Okay. I know how to cook a few things.” He still looked right through you after all these years. “Alright. One thing. I know how to cook one thing. I hope you like chicken parm.”
“Can't wait,” he said with a chuckle.
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Fear of Storms
Teen Wolf Masterlist | Full Masterlist
Notes: None
Warnings: None
Dialogue Prompts: None
Scott McCall x-reader
The limbs of the tree in front of my bed room window hit the screen. I turned the music up, trying to block out the sounds. “Y/n! Can you come down here please,” My Mother said from downstairs. I turned the music off and ran down the stairs.
“What’s up?” I asked, standing at the kitchen counter.
“I have to go down to the hospital to take a shift with Melissa,” She said, “I should be home around 11.” I nodded as she walked out of the door. Her red car pulled out of the driveway, headlights shining through the window. I looked out of the window, the storm getting worse. My childhood fear of storms did not help me with this situation. Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, the power goes out.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yelled as I threw my hands up in the air. I stepped forward, but tripped on the leg of the kitchen table. I laid on my stomach and raised my head up. I got up from the hard wood floor and put my hands in front of me. I ran my hands over the counter as I tried to find my phone.
“Gotchya,” I said, picking it up. A large thump on the top of my roof startled me. My eyes widened, I ran to my room and hid in my closet. The thumps continued to happen, I wasn’t quite sure what they were.
I slowly got out of the closet and quickly locked my bedroom door and window. I closed the closet door, wrapping the knob with two T-shirts and hung a hanger on the handles.
My back hit the closet wall, clothes covered my face as I brought my knees to my chest. I dialed Scott's number, in hopes that he would come to my house. “Hey,” I said, my voice shaky.
“What’s up?” he said, “Y/n, are you okay?”
I gulped and shook my head. Tears started to slide down my face, “I think somethings at my house. I don’t know what it is, but I’m really worried!”
“I’m on my way, don’t leave your hiding spot,” he said. I hung up the phone and put it in my back pocket. A loud grunt was heard from downstairs, I just hoped that it was my boyfriend. “Y/n,” Scott voice was heard from behind my bedroom door. I tour off the shirts and hanger off of the door knob, rushing to the bed room door.
The wind howled and the tree limbs hit the window. Lightening lit up my dark room along with the slightly covered moon. I opened the door and Scott stood there with soaked clothes. I let a breath of relief and put my arms around his soaked body. He put his arms around my waist, giving me a big hug. Scott rubbed my back soothingly and kissed my cheek. “You’re okay,” he leaned back, “It was just a bunch of tree limbs that hit the roof.” I slowly nodded and made my way over to my bed. I sat on the edge, flinching from the sudden noise of thunder. Scott walked over to me and sat beside me.
He took my hand and caressed it. As another boom of thunder erupted, I threw my arms around Scott as he comforted me.
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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping along with the whirring sound of my ceiling fan. I opened my eyes and saw Scott sleeping peacefully next to me. His arm held my hand while we laid face to face. I could hear my mother cleaning up the kitchen. I shivered at the remembrance of last night. Scott opened his eyes, slightly yawning. I smiled shyly as he propped himself up with his elbow, he rested his chin on his hand. His hair was sticking out. I brought my hand up, fixing his hair. I love you,” my boyfriend said (GIF Above), still resting his chin on his hand. He brought his face to mine and pecked my lips.
He brought me in for another hug and rested his chin on my head. I smiled and snuggled into him.
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Easy Ways to Fix a Stubborn Roof Leak
Learn the tips used by Professional Roofing Contractors
The telephone rang at a couple of: 00 in typically the morning. If the telephone rings currently, it usually means difficulties, this time, this was exception. The particular frantic voice at the other finish was claiming of which his home ceiling was falling - actually. All of the rain that will had fallen regarding the last 2 days had turned a tiny roof leak into a water fall. The consumer was requesting emergency roof services, at 02: 00 AM, to be able to stop in the particular middle of the rainy morning. Having been not happy if I explained that will it would certainly not be safe in order to tackle the roof inside the darkness. The lesson in right here is "do not necessarily wait for rainwater to fix the roof leak! inch
Common Places Water leaks Result from Roofing
This particular article will supply the necessary knowledge to discover a roof leak. It will likewise tell you the best way in order to get a roof repaired. Portions of the particular roof prone to leakage are the bones between the roof and the roof installed structures, such seeing that the chimney. Typically the joint between typically the roof and some sort of vertical wall; and even the joint involving two slopping parts - valleys.
Whilst roof leaks are routine in many homes, the standard locations are really the skylights, glaciers dams, wall step flashings, missing shingles, plumbing vent flashing, chimneys, fields regarding shingles, and heater or B-vent flashings. As common regions, many homeowners find it difficult to find the actual location when it comes to roof repairs.
Leaks could occur anywhere on the roof and then for any number of reasons. Severe weather condition which brings rainwater, snow, wind and hail are hard on the roofing. Some roofs outflow because they are plain worn-out.
Hints to find the particular source of the roof drip
People typically spot the roof leak following your water begins to drip through the ceiling. Yet , the source involving the leak is usually rarely directly previously mentioned the water spot. These tips may help you track down the sources of a roof leak:
Within the attic, start above the ceiling flow and follow the particular water stains in the deck to the potential source. Watch out for a ray involving sunlight to suggest a nail gap.
Possess a friend hose-pipe throughout the roof although you watch the leak from inside regarding the attic.
If you realise a hole, draw the location simply by using a wire hanger through typically the hole. Make confident your friend has the capacity to locate the cable hanger on the top of typically the roof.
When a person search for leak on asphalt shingles, start off by searching for used out shingles with dark patches inside them. This indicates reduction of surface pluie. Look also regarding curled and destroyed shingles.
Look in addition for broken or perhaps missing shingles.
On a roof which has a valley, clean away all debris accrued within the valley. Look for for broken or missing flashing material.
How to recognize leak stains and the Locations
An identifiable stain is typically the mold or wetness around the vents, chimneys, and skylights. These kinds of are the intersections in which normal water connects. After finding the leaking locations, it's important to move perishable things such as electronics, furniture, and additional home appliances and also catching the flow in a container. We have seen the particular movies by which and therefore are located some other foot in typically the home; do not allow this particular happen to the roof. Identifying the particular stains and locations are the very first procedure for saving the home from ruined goods by easy leaks. Your roofing contractor will describe the necessary specifications to ensure your current possessions are safe when checking the current condition of the ceiling before repair.
Simple Unexpected emergency Repairs to Lessen Leakage
Taking preventive measures can save you money in expensive roofing repairs. Consider examining and fixing basic issues if your own roofing contractor updates leakage from your shingles, cracks throughout your chimney, or perhaps degraded flashings. Repair roof leaks instantly. It is not recommended which you do typically the roof repair yourself due to it is complexity and the particular required understanding of the repairs - besides, it is hazardous. Call an accredited and insured roofing contractor who will provide the top insight of looking after your roof along with explain the methods that are applied to remove leaks and secure your investment.
Implementing Short lived Protection:
If you are not afraid of heights and are generally handy with resources, you can apply some short lived roof repairs. Some sort of little bit regarding tar, few roofing nails, and some flashing could possibly get clear of small irritating leaks. Some cases like the one mentioned below is a simple, easy-to-do fix you can finish to remove stubborn leakages.
Water flowing inside the flat work surface involving the deck instructions Simple Roof Vehicle repairs:
Take a smaller pry bar in order to remove the shingle in question then simply layer a heavy hint of tar across the area. Nail the shingle back down then protect the entire shingle throughout tar. If an individual cannot use typically the same nail gaps, place tar inside and on top regarding the holes to prevent leakage through the particular deck. Before an individual are done, spot another thin level of tar for the underside of the particular shingles just for safe-keeping. You must notice a change throughout the spot and typically the leak should conclusion after the tar is applied properly.
Simple Ways to be able to Limit the Destruction
Roofing repairs can certainly be an costly investment for any kind of homeowner. You may reduce the damage to your residence by taking actions early. If a person feel that your current home is inside need of an assessment from some sort of roofing professional, get the time to be able to consult someone that understands the ordeals. The simple phone call to your local roofing contractors can property you within the best position to determine future problems. Place improvements including changed shingles, flashings, and even decks can mess with the process. Or else a roofing expert, do not consider to attempt complex projects all on your own. Become safe. Let the professional take a look, provide an estimate, and get the job done right along with quality materials. Look at this investment a long-term agreement for the happy home.
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Commander Cody x Reader (First Kiss)
Commander Cody imagine from none other than the fabulous @gabrielewolffe: Imagine sharing your first kiss with Cody. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNING: Panic attack, mentions of near death and pure fluff.
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Commander Cody was in the middle of a meeting with his General while you stood off to the side. You were an intelligence officer that had been hand picked by General Kenobi. You were mesmerized by the way Cody straightened to attention when Kenobi called his name. “Cody what have you found about the adversary we are after?”, Kenobi asked. “I believe that’s a question for our intelligence officer General”, Cody replied nodding to you. You froze a little before Kenobi beckoned you towards the holotable. “Well, I… I did some research on this sepratist spy, and they are giving their information straight to count Dooku. I believe if we can track this individual that we can catch up to Dooku. Then that’s where you and Commander Cody come in to take him into custody”, you explained.
“Do we know where this spy is now”, Cody asked as you watched his lips move. They seemed like they would be warm, and soft, but those were guesses. “Yes I have a spy of our own in their ranks and they have put a tracker on their ship. So wherever that tracker shows up is where our person of interest will be”, you confidently replied. “We also have a time and co-ordinance on where the sepratist spy will be meeting Count Dooku. The only problem is we will have to take a small ship because of the asteroid belt around the Planet”, you sighed. “Alright Cody I want you to gather Waxer and Boil for this mission, and I would like our intelligence officer to join us”, Kenobi stated. “Yes sir General”, Cody saluted. You watched him as he walked out watching his thighs and ass as he left.
“(Y/N) are you okay you seem flushed?”, Kenobi questioned. “Yes, I’m fine I just need to… get my things for this mission”, you responded flustered. “Mmm yes that you should”, he hummed. You briskly made your way out of the room and towards your quarters to get your things you would need. Packing the essentials was easy and you made your way to the hanger to the small craft that you would be taking. The pilot along with Waxer and Boil greeted you as you put your things in a small compartment. It didn’t take long for General Kenobi and Commander Cody to join the crew. “Alright we need to go over contingency plans in case something goes wrong. Cody I’ll leave that to you”, Kenobi insisted. “Okay in the event that we are compromised, and it's a trap we will take the escape pods to the nearest planet. This planet is mostly covered in water so be prepared to float a while until rescue arrives”, Cody lectured.
Once the instructions were clear, the shuttle launched into space. You were nervous, and something felt off. You haven't received any more intel from the Republic spy, and that was highly unusual. He always checked in on time, and you started to pace. “Nervous (Y/N)?” Boil jokes. “No. Something feels off I haven’t received any more transmissions from our spy”, you stressed. “So maybe they decided to relax on the last planet, or maybe they got scared and took off”, Boil explained. “No it's not like…”, you never got to finish your statement when your comm lit up. You quickly opened the comm, and a low raspy voice started to speak, “I believe you have had a spy following me around. You know that's not nice since I have been working so hard to gather the information for Count Dooku, but I wish you have a quick end officer (Y/N) is it. Dooku will be pleased to see you when you arrive.”. The comm went dead and that’s when it hit, and you had to think quickly. You sprinted to the front of the craft, and when you burst through the sliding door Kenobi sensed your fear.
“IT'S A TRAP”, you yelled as the craft came out of hyperspace. The looming shadow of a giant ship awaited your destruction. “Hurry take us into the asteroid field!” General Kenobi shouted. The pilot was trying their best, but with the fire from the hulking ship behind it was a lucky shot that disabled your ship. The blast knocked you off your feet and crashed into Cody. He fell too with you landing on top of him, and him letting out a grunt. “We need to get to the escape pods. It's our only chance!”Kenobi shouted over the creaking of the ship. The pilot was incapacitated, and Cody quickly helped you up and picked up his brother. Once to one of the escape pods Boil and Waxer helped get the pilot settled in as Kenobi took the controls. Cody was helping secure Waxer and Boil when Kenobi cursed about the controls not working.
You knew that the release mechanism for the pod needed to be flipped manually. Jumping out of the escape pod you pried the paneling off to get to the lever. “(Y/N) what the heck are you doing?!”, Cody screamed. “I need to get you all off this ship, and the release lever is stuck”, you cried back, but Cody couldn’t hear you. Warning lights were flashing all over the ship as you finally got the lever to budge causing the hatch to close. Cody rushed to the door pounding on it and screaming your name. “OFFICER (Y/N) OPEN THIS DOOR! YOU'LL DIE!”, Cody yelled louder than he ever had before. You shook your head and mouthed ‘I'm sorry’ as you hit the eject button. Cody sagged against the door as the pod made its escape. Waxer and Boil looked at each other, and went back to Cody. “We have to help her”, Waxer announced. “There is nothing we can do for her she made her choice so that we could escape”, Kenobi said.
The ship was engulfed in flames as it went through the planet's atmosphere. You ran to the cockpit to try and steer, but it was no use. When you looked up you realized that you were about to land in the vast ocean of the planet. You braced for impact, and when you hit the whole ship lurched forward. You hit your head on the console, and almost blacked out. The ship surfaced again and to your relief seemed to float somewhat nicely. Then there was an ominous creaking noise. That's when you decided to check the rest of the ship, and that's how you discovered the small break in the hull that was letting water in. Your comm was beeping so you opened your channel. “Officer (Y/N) are you alright?!”, Cody’s frantic voice came over the comm. “Yes I think so, but the ship crashed in the ocean. There is a leak in the hull and its filling faster by the minute.
There was a pause, and you knew that there probably was no chance of you surviving this. “Look I know that I am more than likely going to die, but I want you to tell my family that I died serving the Republic”, you relayed as tears started to form in your eyes. “Listen to me you are not going to die, the Republic fleet has been notified they are on their way. We are going to get you out of there”, Cody tried to comfort you. “Don’t lie to yourself Cody the ship is sinking, and the fleet won’t make it in time. I made my decision to save you, and I can die knowing that you will live”, you sobbed. “(Y/N) we are not leaving this planet without you”, he growled. The water was up to your waist now and rising steadily. “Cody there is something I want you to know”, you gasped as the water was now reaching just below your breasts.
“(Y/N) tell me when we get back to the ship”, he tried to soothe. He could hear the panic in your voice as the water rose higher. “Cody I lo…” she said as the water reached the ceiling covering her head. At that moment a rescue ship landed to pick up the survivors. Kenobi could sense your struggle and urged the men to load up. Your life force was fading as the ship made it to your location. As soon as the door opened Cody could see the ship slowly sinking below the surface and dove in. He swam to the cockpit to the cracked screen, and kicked at it till it gave way. He swam towards the back where he saw your body floating in what was the alleyway.
If it weren’t for you being in danger he would have almost called the scene he was seeing beautiful. Wrapping his arm around you he pulled you through the ship, and to the surface. Waxer tossed down a line, and once Cody grabbed hold they started to pull you both to the rescue ship. Once aboard Cody put his ear to your chest to listen. “She doesn’t have a heartbeat”, he stated as he started CPR. He kept trying waiting for you to breathe, but nothing seemed to be happening. Finally you coughed, and water came bubbling out of your mouth. You reached out and Cody grabbed your face with both his hands. “Easy (Y/N) your safe. We got you.”, he kept repeating as he kissed your forehead.
Once back on the ship you were taken to the medical bay. You were released hours later, and started to walk towards your quarters. When you walked into your quarters Cody was sitting at your table clutching a cup of caff. “(Y/N) I thought we lost you”, he told you as he stood. “I’m going to be fine thanks to you”, you smiled, “I heard of the daring rescue as you dove into the watery depths without hesitation to save me as Kenobi put it”. He smiled at that, and then looked at you all serious again. “You were trying to tell me something before the water engulfed you. What was it?”he requested. “I… well I thought… I was going to die, and well I…. I love you”, you blurted out.
Cody watched you for any deception, but when he found none he softened. “Truth be told I love you too. I just never thought you would be interested in a clone Commander”, he confessed. He walked up to you and cupped the back of your head with one hand while the other rested at your waist. His breath fanning over your face and your doe eyes looked up at him. He slowly leaned down, and oh stars this was it. You had never kissed someone before and your heart rate shot through the roof. He closed his eyes as his lips met yours. At first it was stiff and a little awkward, but it all melted when he pressed a little harder and nipped at your lower lip. You kissed him back, but before it could go any further General Kenobi walked in. Cody and you jumped apart you going red and Cody trying to act as if he hadn’t just been caught kissing the intelligence officer.
“Well Commander I didn’t realize the officer needed another round of CPR”, General Kenobi teased. “General I can explain I was just… just”, Cody floundered. “Just what Cody?”, Kenobi's grin grew wider. “He was showing me how he saved me”, you claimed. “Oh I’m sure”, Kenobi responded, “I can see you’re busy so I will go over the debriefing tomorrow”. With that the general promptly left. Cody looked at you and you dissolved into laughter. “Showing you how I saved you”, he chuckled. “You know for being my first kiss I rather enjoyed it”, you admitted as he made his way back into your arms. The kisses turned from slow to passionate, and rough until Cody pulled back.
“If we keep kissing like this I don’t think I could stop the events that happen next, and I would rather take you on proper dates before we take that step”, he said panting. “Alright I’ll make a deal with you. Stay with me tonight just to sleep and I will go on a date with you when we get leave”, you offered. He seemed to weigh the options then gave you a short kiss. “Fine it’s a deal paperwork can wait until tomorrow”, he answered. Once he stripped of his armor he got in first, and you cuddled in on his left side. You traced his scar with your finger and he hummed almost asleep. You pecked his lips once more and whispered goodnight. He responded in turn and pulled you tightly against him as you both fell asleep.
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Woohoo so it took me forever to think of a scenario, and this one just popped into my head. Hope you all like it. I am thinking about writing a scenario where the reader is really turned on by Cody’s thighs and he tells them to ride his thigh until they cum, but we will see. Thank you @gabrielewolffe for the imagine!
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Embers - Chapter Three
It's Friday again how did that come around so quickly?! That means a new chapter! This week we get to know a little more about our somewhat prickly-seeming dragon friend...
Hope you enjoy it! Looking forward to your feedback as always.
One, Two
While Mikaeïl held the door open for you behind him, he didn’t meet your eye and turned away the moment you’d passed the threshold, striding elegantly down the corridor with his long red hair swinging gently from side to side. You tried not to let your canvas shoulder-satchel bash on the immaculate paintwork of the architrave as you passed through it to hurry after him. Part of you didn’t dare break the silence of his stern wake, but another part of you - the feistier and cheekier part - decided it couldn’t hurt.
“Has your family lived here for very long?” you ventured.
Mikaeïl’s shoulders stiffened slightly, and you thought for a horrible moment that you really ought not to have spoken up at all. Then, without breaking stride, he turned just far enough to shoot you golden-eyed look over his shoulder that revealed a microscopic smile at the corner of his inordinately pretty mouth. “We have,” he said. “My grandfather built the current house.”
“Your grandfather?” you murmured, still a couple of paces behind him, because trying to walk next to him in the narrow confines of the corridor would have been a bit odd. “I thought the place was older than that…”
“You aren’t particularly observant, are you?”
“Excuse me?” you blurted, eyebrows rising.
He only chuckled darkly and shook his head, and you started to feel like he perhaps wasn’t as nice as Frankie had indicated he could be.
Just when you had thought about letting this new-found dislike of him settle more permanently in your estimation of him, his quiet, regular footsteps stalled and he halted. “I… That was unfair of me. I apologise,” he said without looking at you.
“Don’t socialise much outside of work, do you?” you quipped back rather sharply, and to your surprise he turned slowly to look at you with a dolorous, heartfelt expression on his beautiful face. His porcelain mask had vanished completely. He didn’t speak, but his faltering smile said plenty, and it was your turn to apologise.
Mikaeïl laughed softly and said, “I think I deserved that one,” and stretched out his elegant hand to you. “Call it even and draw a line under it?”
You couldn’t help the way your lips twisted into a wry smile as you shook his hand and nodded. His hand was cool, which surprised you for some reason - you’d assumed he’d be warm, though perhaps it was just the fiery hair - and he had the soft skin of a scholar.
“And you’re absolutely right,” he said as he released your hand. “I don’t socialise much. Besides, humans… confuse me at best.”
Casting him an amusedly puzzled look, you grinned, “Anything I can help clear up? I mean, while you’ve got one captive…”
His eyes flashed suddenly, flaring a bright yellow before returning to their usual burnished gold, and you frowned, but he laughed gently enough. “Nothing I can think of right now, but I’ll be sure to ask. I do have your number after all…”
“That was for Frankie…” you grinned playfully.
“I don’t know that he’s interested in humans, though I’m not sure.”
“And you are?”
“Again,” he said with a slight tilt of his head, “I’m not sure.” Mikaeïl smiled and twitched his head towards the other end of the corridor. “Come, let’s get you that drink.”
“You make it sound like there’s a champagne fountain waiting for me behind that door,” you muttered. “I mean with this place, who knows…?”
Taking a deep breath, Mikaeïl said, “Well, there has been a champagne fountain here in the past… at my brother’s birthday, but personally I’m more of a fan of the conventional ones. Outside.”
“You like gardens then?”
He nodded. “I have…” and then he laughed quietly, interrupting himself with his own private amusement. “Sorry. I have what you might call a small ‘hoard’ of plants.”
You narrowed your eyes and let your gaze slide upwards to the curved horns in his fiery red hair. “You know…” you began apprehensively, “The first time I met you in the cafe, I thought you might have some tiefling in you… I’m wrong, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” he said, though he didn’t elaborate or clarify your speculations. His hand found the door knob and he ushered you into a bright and surprisingly modern, homely kitchen. Modern it might have been, but it was not modest. Contemporary fittings, top of the range appliances, and stunning marble counter tops all gleamed in the spotlights from above, and every surface gleamed, spotless.
“Wow,” you breathed.
“I like to cook,” he offered almost shyly. “Tea? Coffee? Or… wine or something?”
“Maybe it’s a little early in the day for that,” you said with a smile. “And I need to be able to drive Celia home.”
He answered with only an understanding smile.
Mikaeïl was a creature of contradictions. Prickly and cold on the outside, he walked with a stiff back and kept his jaw permanently clenched when he wasn’t speaking in clipped but articulate sentences, and yet there was a softness to the way he smiled and a shyness to the corners of his mouth and eyes that spoke of a sense of humour and maybe even a kind heart. You also found that you absolutely adored his gold-framed, completely round glasses.
“Maybe just a cup of tea,” you suggested.
“What kind?”
“Uh… the tea kind?”
His harsh exterior cracked visibly as he snorted delicately with obvious and unexpected amusement, and he drew you over to a cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. Before you got there, however, you glimpsed a modern conservatory attached to the south side of the house and gasped. The space was absolutely full to the ceiling with plants: some dangled down from macrame hangers, while others spilled and tumbled their leaves and tendrils over shelves and still more reached proudly upwards for the glass roof above.
Mikaeïl’s gaze followed yours, and he shrugged. “Part of my hoard…” he said with a smile.
They almost seemed to glow and sparkle in the clear light, glimmering like coloured glass, and as much as you wanted to go and examine them, you tore your eyes away and looked back at him. “They almost don’t look real,” you murmured. “They’re beautiful. Sorry,” you added, returning your attention to him. “Tea?”
“Yes, tea,” he said and cleared his throat. As he opened up the cupboard, it was your turn to laugh. Every spare bit of space was stuffed with Kilner jars full of exotic blends of tea. A spicy, fragrant, and enticing cloud of scent wafted out to greet you.
“Oh my god,” you laughed. “I didn’t need this to turn in to a lesson in herbalism… I just wanted a cup of tea. I thought it’d be easier than coffee… Are you sure this isn’t your real hoard?”
He seemed highly amused by that, and said, “Well, tea is a plant, is it not?”
You had to agree with that, and let him choose you a blend to try.
With your tea brewing, he offered you a seat in the conservatory, and you adjusted the strap of your shoulder bag before deciding to set it on the ground. “I love the light in here,” you commented as you gazed around.
“You sound like an artist,” he said, still standing, statue-straight, in the squared-off archway into the space.
“Graphic designer,” you said. “But I love to draw.”
Interest flared in his expression. “Do you take commissions?”
You nodded. “Yeah?”
“Then I might have a job for you, if you’d be interested…”
…To be continued next week!
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