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dreamwritesimagines · 5 years

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Untouchable 2- Bad Ideas [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your feedback my loves, please keep it coming! <3

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Summary: “Did I cross your mind?” “I don’t think about you at all, Sergeant.”

Characters: Reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2381

Warnings: Mentions of sex work, explicit language, 1940s.

“You know you are way too sweet to be doing this job sweetheart, aren’t you?”

Your bright smile felt way too forced to you, but it was practiced enough to make him fall for it.

“General,” you tilted your head and batted your lashes, “You’re being very polite.”

“I’m being honest,” he said, as you pulled the sheets around your naked body and he curled an arm behind his head, letting out a relieved breath “And I think we both agreed you’d call me Charles.”

“Everyone calls you General Richards,” you said airily, “I figured I could follow the tradition.”

“Well,” he tapped your nose with his finger, making you scrunch up your nose in a completely adorable way in his opinion, you were sure, “For you I can make an exception.”

“Oh you know how to make a girl feel special,” you giggled as he pulled you closer, and by some kind of irony, what one of your friends had told you flashed in your mind.

It was around the very first weeks you had joined the brothel, and you had asked the girls how they could pretend that easily.

Everyone had different answers but what Nancy had said stuck with you for a long time,

“You pretend it’s someone else,” she had said, “You close your eyes, and when you open them, you imagine it’s someone else, someone more handsome, someone who makes you feel excited.”

“Do you know what people call you then?” Charles said and you closed your eyes for a moment, then when you opened them, the face flashed in your mind made you sit up straight.

Bucky Barnes.

“Hm?” you frowned slightly, trying to shake off the thoughts, “I’m sorry?”

“Do you know what they call you?”

“No,” you said softly, trying to focus and looked up at him, “What do they call me?”

“The most beautiful harlot ever existed,” he said, making you raise your brows,

“Is that right?”

“Oh don’t tell me you didn’t know,” he chuckled, “You have many admirers, lovely.”

“I think I heard a thing or two about that,” you waved a hand, “I tend not to listen to gossips.”

“You don’t care what people think of you?”

“I do care what some people think of me,” you smiled slightly, stealing a mischievous look at him, “Not the people on the streets. But do you think I’m beautiful, Charles?”

Your voice was way too soft, a perfect balance between shyness and curiosity, something you had practiced way too many times to fail.

“Oh little birdie,” he pulled you closer to kiss you on the lips, making you feel-

Nothing. You felt absolutely nothing.

“You might be the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on,” he muttered to your lips, “Hence my comment about you being too sweet to be doing this.”

“How else would we have met?” you asked, smiling at him, and he pulled from you,

“You make me want to stay with you the whole day, birdie.”

No, please go.

“Then stay?” you offered, already dreading the possibility, but thankfully, he shook his head.

“I have things to do, with people who are much less beautiful,” he said as he grabbed his pants, “Some of the wounded soldiers were sent back, so I have to fix the new men who will be sent there instead of them, it’s a mess.”

“Ah, that’s sad,” you said, your stomach doing a flip, “I do hope they get well.”

“You should hope that if you want them to be sent back to the front, because that’s where they are going when they get better.”

“Oh,” you swallowed thickly and he reached out to brush your hair off your eyes,

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about it,” he said, his tone almost condescending as if you couldn’t understand the situation, making you clench your teeth for a moment before you controlled your expression, “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh I might have something to do tomorrow, I’m afraid-“

“I say if you’re busy or not birdie, not the other way around,” his voice was like a whip and your eyes snapped up to yours, the sudden flare of anger in his voice catching you almost off guard, but then you managed to pull yourself together and smiled,

“I didn’t mean it that way, of course,” you said abashedly, “I just saw this new lingerie, and I meant it to be a surprise but they will deliver it next week.”

That was more than enough to make him smirk and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Oh I’m a patient man,” he leaned in to peck you on the lips, “You thought I would like it, huh?”

Don’t make a face. Do not make a face.

“I’m sure of it,” you said as he got into his jacket, then put a wad of money on your nightstand.

“I’ll see you later birdie,” he said and walked out of your room, making you drop the smile immediately and glare at the door he had just closed.

“I hope you die at the front,” you whispered, then grabbed your gown to put it on, before walking to the shower.

***

“Y/N,” Linda, the madam of the brothel stopped you before you could button your coat, and you turned your head,

“Yes Linda?”

“Can I see you for a moment?”

“Of course,” you smiled at her and followed her to her office. You shut the door before walking to one of the seats to sit down, “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine,” she sat down and lit her cigarette, then offered you one, which you gladly accepted, “These flowers came for you today.”

“Oh?” you said, then pulled the vase to yourself, “That’s… they look beautiful.”

“I was going to put them into your room but you were busy with a client.”

“General Richards.” You nodded as you grabbed the card “Yes. He might come tomorrow as well, he was talking about that.”

I can’t wait to see you.

You tried not to scoff, then threw the card into the trash under Linda’s desk,

“I know, he told me,” Linda said, “He does look like he’s fascinated by you.”

You exhaled the smoke, “You taught me well.”

“It’s not just me, you know that,”

“It’s not that hard to pretend,” you shrugged slightly, shooting her a forced smile, “People are easy to deceive.”

“Your looks make it easy, sugar,” she told you, pointing at you with her cigarette, “That’s why I called you here. What are your plans?”

“For what?”

“For the future?”

“I…um-“ you stammered, “I’m trying to save money, but I don’t think-?”

“Not that,” she waved a dismissive hand, “If I had your youth and beauty, Y/N… You need to use those for your benefit.”

“I don’t think I understand.”

She exhaled the smoke again, “You have many admirers. All of them are rich. With enough….persuasion, they would gladly make you more than-“ she motioned around you, “This.”

You turned the cigarette between your fingers, “General Richards talked to you.”

“You know he could offer you everything.”

“Not everything.” You shook your head, “He…. He just wants to control people. That’s all. I’m not paying that price for what he offers.”

“Oh sweetheart,” she said, “Don’t be so quick to decide. Do you want me to send these to your room?”

You eyed the flowers, then shook your head,

“They look better here,” you said as you stood up, “Do you want anything from the outside?”

She shook her head so you walked out and closed the door behind you, then left the house. You had only taken a couple of steps when an argument caught your attention coming from a nearby alley and you frowned at the familiar voice, then turned your head to approach the two men who were both unaware of your presence,

“I’ve seen you do so many ridiculous things for girls but this is something else,” the shorter one said, “Does she know we’re here?”

“No!”

“Do we know if she even wants to see you?”

“Steve…”

“I’m not going to follow a girl around just because you think she’s beautiful.”

“We’re not going to follow her around!”

“Bucky,” the blonde man- Steve said and your heart skipped a beat for some reason, “You dragged me here-“

“I just want to see if this is where she lives, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“I just-“ he heaved a sigh, “To- to make sure she’s alright.”

“She doesn’t sound interested in you, so I’d gather she’s just fine.”

“Steve, you don’t understand-“

“Can I help you gentlemen?” you cut him off and Bucky turned around, his arm in a white plaster catching your eye.

He looked exactly like you remembered him, with bits of cuts and scrapes over his handsome face, but other than those, that look on his face as his eyes fell on you was the same, making a small smile pull at your lips.

“No ma’am, thank you,” Steve said but Bucky elbowed him.

“You’re back,” you said after a beat, “Welcome back, Sergeant.”

Steve looked between you two, then a look of realization dawned on his face.

“Thank you,” Bucky said breathlessly “It worked- your prayers. You- you said you would.”

“I did.”

Steve raised his brows, tilting his head as if he wasn’t used to see Bucky stammer and get nervous.

“I’m Y/N.” you extended your hand and he shook it.

“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“Will you tell me what you and your friend were doing in this part of the town, Mr. Rogers?”

“We-“

“We were passing by.”

“This is a blind alley.”

“We just realized that.”

“And walked deeper in?”

Bucky nodded solemnly, “Yeah. Yeah we did.”

Steve closed his eyes and shook his head silently, as if he was at the end of his patience, then cleared his throat.

“I’ll just….” He motioned towards the street, “Yeah, over- over there.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too, ma’am.” Steve said politely, then walked out of the alley, leaving both of you there. A silence fell upon you as your heartbeat got faster and you cleared your throat.

“Does your arm hurt?”

Bucky looked down at his arm as if he had forgotten about his injury, then shook his head,

“Turns out you can’t really aim with a broken arm.”

“Well if a broken arm brought you back to Brooklyn, it’s good luck.”

He smiled softly, then nodded, tips of his ears going red again and you tried not to smile.

“What are you doing here, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Bucky.”

“Sergeant Barnes.” You repeated, “Why are you here?”

“I... I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” you asked and he licked his lips,

“Do you always question people like that?”

“Usually. Considering people usually pay to see me.”

“Does my presence disturb you then?” he asked and you wanted to say yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

In all honesty, seeing him back in Brooklyn made you feel almost excited, as if someone had brought you a present you had really, really wanted.

“No,” you said, “No it doesn’t. But it’s a bad idea.”

“Why is it a bad idea?”

“You know why,” you said, swallowing thickly for a moment before you pulled yourself together, but he had already caught it.

“I thought about you,” he said, “When we were out there. At the front.”

“You shouldn’t have,” you crossed your arms, “Find a nurse or something, aren’t there pretty nurses out there?”

He frowned, as if he didn’t know how to answer that, “….Yes?”

“There you go,” you said and you started walking back to the brothel, but he caught up with you,

“How about you?” he asked, “Did I cross your mind?”

“I don’t think about you at all, Sergeant.” You lied way too easily as you kept walking, “I don’t have the luxury to think about men other than my clients.”

“You didn’t?” he stopped you and your eyes snapped up to his, “At all?”

You had no idea what was going on with you, why your stomach had made a flip or why you couldn’t look him in the eye and fed him your pretty lies, just like you had done to everyone else. It was supposed to be as easy as breathing, your façade had never failed you.

Until now.

So for some reason, you averted your eyes and took a deep breath, then forced yourself to smile,

“What you have in your mind is only a dream, Sergeant Barnes,” you said, “If it helped you survive out there, I’m grateful. But I-“ you took a shaky breath as he waited patiently, “I’m a bad idea. You know I am a very, very bad idea.”

He looked like he had nothing to say to that and you reached out to take his hat off, and handed it to him,

“There,” you said slowly, and tried to smile, “You shouldn’t deprive Brooklyn’s girls of your face. We do need to see a handsome fella after all, wartime or not.”

With that, you walked past him and opened the door to the brothel, then got inside and closed it. You leaned your head back, desperately trying to ignore the burning in your eyes before you pushed yourself off the door and climbed the stairs to get into your room to get ready just in case a client showed up, but as soon as you entered your room, you stopped dead on your tracks.

There was a small box lying on your bed with a small note attached to it. You grabbed the note, then skimmed the lines,

Surprise for a surprise, birdie.

Charles.

You pulled the lid off the box to see a diamond necklace inside, shining on the soft, tiny black satin, as if winking at you.

You were supposed to want this.

Linda would want this.

Shirley would want this.

All the girls in the brothel would want this.

It was an expensive gift, and you were supposed to want this.

….What the hell was wrong with you?

You clenched your teeth, breathing out of your nose, then put the necklace back into the box and threw it to the wall with all your strength.

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catch22inareddress · 5 years

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Halloween Confessions

You have yearned to meet Sebastian from afar for years. When the stars aline and you are hired to do a contemporary dance routine at a Halloween Party that he will attend, will you have the courage to follow through and finally meet him? Tonight is all about Halloween and Confessions....now, where is the bar because your gonna need a stiff drink?

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Your body throbbed and your nerves were tattered at every end. Weeks you had trained with your partner and friend, Travis, for tonight's event. Although it was a friendly and "casual" party of sorts, every detail was designed to the tiniest measure.

Robert spared no expense in his endeavor to entertain his guests and was always generous to everyone associated. You were a contemporary dancer and met Robert years ago through your boss and close friend Travis. Robert's wife was a fan of So You Think You Can Dance and followed Travis' career and was thrilled when a performance was orchestrated for this evening. Tonight he had arranged a number for you and while you were no stranger to dancing, doing so in front of your crush was going to push you over the metaphorical edge.

Travis came up next to you with a smile. "So a little birdie told me that Sebastian came alone tonight. He and Sadie broke up months ago." He wiggled his eyebrows at you while you resisted the urge to hide under Robert's ridiculously overpriced armoire. "Fuck me. Please, shut the hell up. I know he's dress to kill as a Priest and my libido can't handle images of him right now." Travis let out a chuckle while adjusting your dress and applying the sinfully Red lipstick.

"Please, after he sees you doing the number he will undoubtedly pull you in the closest closet and have you confess your transgressions." The blush that rose up your bosom was enough the tint the heavens themselves it was so extensive. "Leave me, Travis! I will cut you... and not with affection!" He laughed as he held his hands up in surrender and walked out of the room. "I am going mingle and do some groundwork. You'll see, darling." After that, you waved him off while you and Jeremy did stretches and final touches.

Sebs Point of view

He sat in the living room with legs spread in his typical fashion, welcoming. Even if that was the last emotion, he felt at that instant. If anything he wanted every person of the female persuasion to leave him the fuck alone. Save the one woman who walked in and then instantly disappeared. Messy hair, sweet face, casual clothes. She was with Robert's dancer friend Travis, and there was something so natural and alluring about her that he couldn't quite pin, and pin he wanted to do indeed. He had an instant hard on that he couldn’t suppress when his eyes laid on her.

He felt his phone vibrate again from his pocket and growled in acknowledgment. Chris smirked from the seat across him and welcomed Travis as he sat down next to Sebastian, a mixed drink in hand. "Sadie callin' again?" Seb nodded wordlessly. "Yea, she won't take no for an answer, and it's been driving me insane." Seb turned to see Travis sitting there and smiled kindly at him. "Hey man. Nice to see you again." Travis agreed and shook his hand.

"Flying solo, Sebastian?" He nodded and thought this was the perfect time to ask about the girl he saw the blonde man with earlier. "Yea. Actually, I noticed you with a stunning woman earlier, not to sound like a creep. Where did she go off to?" Travis smirked deviously, and Sebastian caught it, unsure of what it implied. "Oh, Y/N. She had to ...work." Seb's face instantly frowned at the thought of missing the elusive beauty but hoping that if he stayed close to Travis tonight, he might be able to talk the man in arranging a meet with her. He was sure that he came off as an ass, talking about Sadie then his friend. He had to make it up and make sure Travis knew he wasn't a prick.

Robert came out into the cleared area and clanked a utensil on his glass. "So my better half has introduced me to the art of dance and her lovely and remarkably talented friend Travis has a treat for us tonight." He beamed as he waved Travis up in front of everyone. "So I have a special treat for everyone here. She is one of my best friends, and I've had the privilege to dance with her on several occasions. I choreographed this routine special for tonight, so I hope that you enjoy it!"

You came out and met Travis when the lights were low. "Easy, darling. Just pretend I'm him." You smirked at his jest, but you knew that having him in the room with this song was already sending adrenaline through your body at accelerated speeds. "Shut up and dance with me, Trav." He kissed your cheek playfully as the music started and the lights came up.

Link to Dance

While there was plenty of room, you felt Travis throw you exceptionally close to Sebastian on one move and made eye contact with him. His blue eyes were leaving marks over your skin wherever his orbs kissed your flesh.

Sebastian took a sharp intake of air, and you wanted to smother the gremlins in your stomach. The dance was a narcotic, and when the line hit of “Give Me all your love”, and your body was slung over Travis' muscular one, Seb's hands fisted at his sides in sheer possessiveness.

You were hoisted in the air, and then you spun down and around his body. Travis was facing Sebastian with a cold yet theatrical face as he slammed his hands around your body. Seb's body took a step towards you of its own volition, but Chris grabbed his arm holding him back. Sebastian snapped out of the lust infused haze he was drugged under and looked to his feet as both you and Travis ended the routine on the floor, amidst cheers and applause.

Both of you bowed and smiled as you thanked everyone and while you were talking to the Downeys you felt your body pulling you towards Sebastian, like a gravitational pull. It was all-consuming, and as soon as you could politely excuse yourself, you did, finding the bar and ordering a whiskey sour to assemble your thoughts... hopefully.

When you turned around to start walking you ran into the very person that made your body shutter and squirm with delight and unrestrained anxiety. Your drink spilling down his sinfully snug suit. He gasped at the cold liquid running down his pant legs while you cringed at the entire exchange.

"Oh fuckity fuck!" You recoiled at your first meeting going so very well. All of the shameful times you had rehearsed it going straight out the window and shattering on the sidewalk. You caught Chris and Travis laughing and giving you an obnoxious thumbs-up behind Sebastian's head, while he was laughing at your outburst unbeknownst to the audience.

"I am so sorry, S-seb. Sir?" His eyes shot up to you, losing his laugh and garnering a smirk instead. His shoulders straightened and you pulled at your dress and tried to compose yourself under his scrutiny. You cleared your throat.

"That's ok. These things happen. Although, I would've thought you were far more graceful by your performance earlier." The sex appeal this man exuded was positively unfair, how he was so put together was just plain wrong. You were damn near ready to pull him into the closest closet and beg for forgiveness in varying forms while he was in this priest costume. He, however, was unaffected by you. You needed to pull your shit together if you wanted to get this man and make him yours

"I-um. I'm not used to all of this--" You waved around to all of the drunken actors and actresses and noticed a few women cutting eyes at you and paused a moment, trying to will the intimidation away. "What? Bullshit?" He laughed, and it brought you back to the moment and the fact that your arms were still soaked and so were his pants.

He nodded towards the other side of the house. "C'mon, let's go get cleaned up." You swallowed hard as you followed this magnificent specimen of a man through the crowds. You started to lose him, but he took your small hand in his and closed your eyes for a moment. He leaned into your ear, over the music, "After I get you clean up, tell me I can have a dance?" His voice was low and gritty, and you didn't trust your voice, so you only nodded.

Sebastian meanwhile, didn't know what came over him, but as he saw you in that little red number standing so small and timid, he knew this was his chance. As you stood in front of him, he almost lost his words but when you said "sir" in a fit of pure anxiety, a switch was flipped, and he loved seeing how you unraveled in front of him.

He put on his best act to get you to follow him to someplace quiet to get cleaned up, trying to get his nerves to calm down long enough to form a plan after that. When you agreed to a dance he was fucking thrilled, just a few more minutes longer with you would be enough...for now. Hell, he would take every damn second he could press out of this scenario, every thrilling moment you would give him. Because that what this was, you were an adrenaline rush for him since seeing you dance. You were a drug for him since he saw you walk into the party.

He found the secluded bathroom and entered it, locking it behind you two.

You washed your hands and arms under the sink as he watched from the side, such a mundane task seeming so intense under his blue eyes. "So I'm

Y/N." He finally threw you that gorgeous smile you had seen before in the movies. "I'm Sebastian, but you can call me Seb, or sir ..if you like." He was smirking like the devil in a midnight mass now, and you dried your arms hiding the crimson shade and biting your lips.

"Sir? Is that because you want me to confess my sins to you?" His breathing had picked up as you took a small step closer to him, taking the damp, clean towel and drying off his hands. "What confessions would you like to make, darlin’?"

You shrugged innocently thinking to yourself. While you wanted to have a relationship with this man earnestly, you knew that the chance of that was slim. However, there was a chance of having a naughty time with him that you would never forget, so what the hell. Let go and throw some caution to the wind.

"Wouldn't you like to know, sir?" Your towel-clad hand traveled down to his wet pants and attempted to dry them, but he ripped the piece of fabric out of your hands and lifted you onto the expansive counter.

"I do. Tell me your confession." He held your hands as your chest heaved against his, blue eyes begging you to ask for something, anything.

"I've thought about you. I’ve cum saying your name before." Your eyes dropped at the statement, but when he moaned at your words, you looked up and saw his jaw twitching. "Fuck me. How long?" You smirked just now truly realizing how turned on he was becoming from this revelation and the fact that he was most certainly a word man.

"Years, please. Sir. Can I have you tonight?" The only description of the sound that he emitted was a whine as his lips crashed on to yours with a force that was almost painful. He bit your lower lip as your legs wrapped around his torso and pulled his flush with your body. You felt the rigid and impressive length of his cock against your thigh and moaned as he rutted against you. "Fuck, doll. You're so responsive to me. I knew as soon as you walked in tonight, I needed you to be mine."

The words edged you on as you ran your slender fingers into his long mussed hair, tugging on it. "I'm all your, Seba." He growled at the new name you picked for him as you suckled on his sweet spot earning a delightful moan and securing a love bite. If you only had one fuck with him, you were going to make it memorable.

You slid down the counter and started unbuttoning his shirt taking off the collar and tossing it across the room while he watched you with lust blow eyes. "You are so fucking breathtaking; I could cum right now. Watching you undress me. Got me so hard, woman." You smirked as you roughly tugged the shirt off the expansive and broad shoulders then nipping and kissing down his chest and abs to his belt.

You made swift and impressive work with his pants, and as he stood in front of you in all his naked wonder, you wished you had time to work out all of your favorite fantasies on this work of art. Those thighs had many filled dreams alone for you. You licked your lips and focused on the intimidating but luscious cock dripping with precum in front of your face, begging for attention. "You don't have to, doll." As soon as he said those words you were all in. You yearned for more sweet nothings to fall from your intended lovers' lips.

You licked up the underside of his shaft while he let out a deep moan that bellowed from deep within him, vibrating out and making your pussy wet without even touching you. "You mouth is fucking divine. I can only imagine how the rest of you feels against me, underneath me." You hummed in response as you took as much of his length and girth in your mouth, allowing your hand to encompass the rest of him, leaving no part unloved.

Your head bobbed back and forth as you hollowed your cheeks out and forced your gag reflex to back the fuck down. He braced himself against the counter, and you pulled back.

He looked down at you with a lip in protest. "Don't be gentle with me, Seba." You went to take him back in your mouth, but he had other intentions and pulled you up against the broad naked chest. So roughly that the air was taken from you. His eyes looked wildly betwixt your own.

"Tell me you want me, Y/N." His voice was ragged, and his breath was strained with desire. "I-I want you. I need you." He bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed in objection. "And you want it rough? My girl wants my cock hard?" You shook your head. "I'll take whatever you'll give me, sir. I'm yours."

He claimed your lips then, savagely and took your leotard and dress off your frame roughly. He dropped to his knees before you and without warning dove into your wet folds causing you to weep out. He looked up at you with a smirk you could feel and the quirked brow that only aroused you further. Your hands went to his hair as his hands dug into your thighs, guaranteeing bruises. "Ah-Sebastian. Your mouth feels so good on my cunt. Your lips are so sinful." He moved his head from side to side and your legs closed around his head and right before you came, you grabbed his hair pulling him up. "What is it, doll?" He seemed concerned that he had injured you and gently caressed your thighs causing you to smile because that was not the case.

"I want to cum around your thick cock, please." He smiled salaciously. "That can be aranged, princess. I'm gonna wreck you." He lined up his cock and thrust into without warning, and you surrendered your head back, one hand on the counter and one hand on his rippled shoulder.

When you finally had enough senses to look back at your lover his eyes were on you, taking every bead of sweet and bare flesh in for his memory. You bit your lip, and when his eyes found yours, he gave you a particularly hard thrust and called out his name with praise.

"Your pussy is so tight just like it was made for me, baby. So sweet and snug. I can't wait to taste it again." His massive hand wrapped around you and pulled you close to his sweat-slicked torso. The grunts and moans alone only brought you that much closer to release. As if he knew, his fingers found your clit and flicked it just right causing you to bite his shoulder and he growled at the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Ah-Fuck, doll. Where have you been all my life?" His thrusts were getting sloppy as he drilled into you. "Cum inside me, Seba. I want to feel you. Give it to me. Now."

He grabbed your face. "Look at me! I want to see your face when you cum, and I want to see you when I make you mine. Understand me?" You tried to nod, but he held your face so firm you were unable to. "Yes, sir." He smiled and kissed you, his lips are what sent you over the edge of reason into the stars.

He pulled back, and his eyes were deep enough to swim in and lose yourself for all eternity. He let out a moan and said your name as he came inside, painting your velvet walls with his seed. As he finished, he lent in for a soft kiss and then laid his head against yours.

"I-I've....you are lovely, and that was extraordinary." He was out of breath and absolutely exhausted but took the time to take a washcloth to clean you up.

"Are you blushing? Even after all of that." You snickered at his observation. "Yes, well. This was a first for me. I mean one night stand?" He stopped what he was doing with a frown on his face and then silently nodded. "I see." He threw the washcloth in the hamper and handed you your dress while he began putting his clothes on.

There was an awkward silence, and you felt as though you had done something wrong but didn't know what to say or do to make it right. "So... " You stood before him all dressed and went to open the door, and he was silent. You would be lying if you said that you didn't want to cry, you assumed that he wanted to just get this over with, so you would only do it for him instead.

"I guess, I'll let you get back to your friends then?" You walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there.

Sebastian watched you walk out and cursed to himself. He wanted you to stay with him; he wanted to talk to you. Fuck! Why did he have to sleep with you? You were just so fucking lovely and sexy and...

At that moment he knew he would be damned if he let you slip through his fingers with a handful of what-ifs. He ran down the hall and found you talking to Travis who had a concerned look on his face but a smile when he saw him approaching you.

"Y/N?" You turned around, and he could've sworn that there were unshed tears. "I-I think you promised me a dance?" You stood there a moment with confusion on your face, but as you took in Sebastian's face, you only saw a timid man asking a woman to dance, hoping that she would say yes. Gone was the alpha male who just dominated you in the loo.

"...ok." He gave you a genuine smile with a fleeting look to his feet then back to you, taking you to the dance floor.

Link to Song (If you like contemporary dance I love the choreography for this song)

While you didn't like John Mayer, you were always a fan of the acoustic version of Slow Dancing in a Burning Room and as he pulled you close you were silently praying that this wasn't your song. The way his body held you to him and swayed to the rhythm felt hypnotic, but the words brought the tears back up.

"Hey, hey. You ok?" You frowned. "Oh, yea. Just this song. I fuckin hate Mayer but this song and you and ...dancing like this..." The words just flowed out of your mouth, and you covered it for a moment. He pulled your hand gently from your face and kept dancing but somehow pulled you closer.

"Confession?" You just looked at him, then nodded. "At the risk of scaring you off, I have a desire to know you. I know we started off unconventionally and for that, I can't say that I'm sorry because the moments that I spent with you in there, out here, they are burned into my memory. I need to know you and I am at your mercy." Your brow furrowed as you took in his words.

"What-What if I'm not who you think I am. I mean you seem to have some idea of me?" He put his forehead against yours. "Damn straight, darlin', I want you, and I don't care. Hell, I'm scared shitless too. You have me on a pedestal, and I don't deserve to be in your arms. Will you take me though? Take me as I am?" You smiled as he laid it all out before you.

"And how is that, sir?" He stopped dancing. "As a shitty actor who only wants to make this lovely beautiful woman smile as often as I can?" You wrapped your arms around him. "Shitty actor? Never. And yes but only if you stop stepping on my toes and let me teach you how to dance properly."

"Fuck...seriously? I am so sorry, doll." You smirked as he looked down at your feet before pulling you in for a delicate and chaste kiss. "Also, you do know you're comin' home with me tonight?" Your hands threaded through his hair at his admission. "Oh thank goodness. I have like a dozen fantasies that I want to play out with your thighs alone." His eyes widened before he grabbed your hand and started walking to the front door with you laughing behind him.

“Fucking hell, woman. I love your confessions.”

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chatzy ; dick & joker -- bye bye birdy

Nightwing: To say that Dick was distracted was an understatement at best. With both Jason and Patty now in the hospital, the urge to find the reasoning behind such a predicament was vital. So, he resorted to something he hadn’t done in over five years. He put his suit back on.

After listening to a stolen police scanner for most of the day, his attention was caught and his anger was spurred on. He grabbed his mask and his weapons and headed out to the location that the scanner had indicated; fully intent on either settling a score or saving the hospital from one more occupant.

Joker: While petty crime ran rampant, it wasn’t going to be enough to lure out the Batman. Moreover, it was a precious waste of resources. It was time to make more a statement! Not a big one - no, that he would save for later, at the height of the game.

Bomb threats were called in all the time, but even the Star City PD knew it was more than a threat whenever Joker’s name was attached to it. The courthouse was evacuated immediately, all except for a judge who had been kidnapped the day before. Joker and his henchmen infiltrated the building with Judge Turpin in tow, her feet and wrists bound.

Nighwing: While the front of the building was mobbed with police and other authorities trying to come up with a strategy to get inside without the Joker blowing anything up, Dick had made his way to the back and climbed a pipe to the second floor. With several sharp whacks of his elbow, he had shattered a window and crawled inside. He then made his way through the building as silently as he could while listening out for that oh so familiar voice that still haunted most of his nightmares.

It didn’t take long for him to come across one of the Joker’s goons, however, which led the costumed male to believe that he was heading in the right direction. He snuck up on the lone sentry and put him in a chokehold with his free hand covering the opponent’s mouth. He dragged him into the nearest room and demanded an exact location of the villain, though it took longer than desired to get what he needed. With a blow to the back of the head, Dick then knocked him unconscious and continued on his way, now following the directions that he had just received.

“Let Judge Turpin go,” the ex-hero called through the hollowed halls as he edged further along. “He’s not who you want… not like you to WASTE your time, Punchline. Come out and face me!”

Joker: He knew the voice, he always knew their voices, and it made him laugh as he spun the walking stick around in his hand, striking the unfortunate judge in the back of the head. But after all she had been through, unconsciousness was likely a welcome respite.

Emerging from the room down the hall, the cane resting on his shoulder, he smirked when he saw the unmistakeable figure. Although he mocked each Robin that replaced the next, he was quite aware of who they were, including their various strengths and weaknesses. He knew this was the first one. It was also the Robin he hated the most. “My oh my, is Batsy still sending his little birds to do his dirty work? Oh, that’s right! You aren’t Robin any more, just a poor imitation of someone greater!”

Nightwing: His jaw tightened as the Joker appeared without the judge in tow and for a split second his own Adam’s apple threatened to choke of supply of air. Blue orbs quickly observed the area ahead, gauging routes and interpreting objects that he could use in his favour, but mostly he found that no matter what he tried to calculate, the words of the maniac in front cut through and stole his attention.

Even after all this time, every single syllable that the Joker spoke froze the blood flowing through his veins. If this was what he felt like within seconds of sharing a corridor with him then he could only imagine how Jason and Patty felt.

Jason and Patty. Jason. Patty.

He used their names as a mantra and exhaled slowly, fingers slipping around a baton that was moments before attached to his belt.

“Your words, they’re… MEANINGLESS to me. This ends now, Joker. I’m ENOUGH to send you back to the hellhole you crawled out of.”

Joker: How many times had he squared off like this with Batman? It wasn’t the same, of course, but there could be nothing more satisfying and delicious than facing his equal. Perhaps thinking the Jason incident would force Batman out of hiding was too much to hope for. Well, he could certainly be more persuasive! He knew how to push people to their breaking point.

Dick’s words were hollow to him. Joker’s eyes glinted as he laughed again, the cane slipping off his shoulder as he let it swing to and fro in his loose grip. “Surprise me, Wingbat! I know you’ll put up a fighting chance!” From all the run ins he’d had lately, he knew he would not be disappointed by this one! Subpar vigilante or not, he wouldn’t dispatch the First Robin with gunshots or leave him to his henchmen. It would be a worthwhile struggle. He’d enjoy it.

He tapped the point of the walking stick on the tile floor. It emitted his signature toxin, diluted, and the chemical would only be sickening in its effect. It was still enough to incite hysterical laughter from anyone who breathed it in, which provided amusement along with a breathless opponent.

Nightwing: The second baton slipped into his empty hand with ease and he flicked both wrists so that both were now held in a ready stance. “I’ll do more than put up a fighting chance,” his voice came out in a growl as his stance shifted. He took a couple of steps forward and his jaw clenched. This was not a fight he COULD lose so every step - every thought - had to be calculated and performed with precision, but that was EASY to say when it was all in theory. This wasn’t, and the Joker was there.

Right there.

If looks could kill…

As soon as the cane struck the floor the original robin momentarily panicked before a sleeved arm came up and covered his mouth… but his nose. He should have known that the Joker wouldn’t fight fair. He had two friends in the hospital that were testament to that fact.

Resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn’t have long till the gas took its hold on him, Dick surged forward and aimed his first strick at the Joker’s head.

Joker: If Joker had learned anything after years of fighting Batman, it was that his preferred method was one of physical force. Those qualities had been more or less passed down to his endless bird protégés. He knew what to expect from each one of them because they were terribly predictable - although even he could admit which Robin would give him a challenge.

Even amongst criminals, he could inspire fear. His unpredictability and brutality went unmatched; he knew how to use his presence to instill certain terror. Batman and his assorted minibats had encountered him more than once, and his hold had became something to overcome - some with more success.

Dick’s punch caught him in the shoulder, he’d turned to the side, and seized the cane with two hands. When he swung it at Dick he aimed for his head. The look was misleading - the stick was made of iron, and all it took was one little switch to produce a blade.

Nightwing: While studying and learning under the wings of Batman, it was made abundantly clear that anything and everything must be learned about the Joker, and so Dick learned. He could still picture the images and cases of the Joker’s handy work from when he was younger, and he would do just about anything to clear his mind of said horror, but absolutely nothing came close to the real thing, and even Dick couldn’t hide the hitch of breath as he feared the following seconds or what would become of him if he should fail.

If he should fail…

The production of a knife from the cane had completely bypassed his knowledge of the Joker’s weapons of choice so when it came at him it sliced through the apex of his forehead and sent him hurtling into the wall next to his adversary. He discarded a baton and placed a hand against the wound for a moment before resigning himself to the fact that he was going to bleed; he may as well do what he could before the loss became too catastrophic for his body to handle.

Before throwing the next punch became impossible.

With that in mind, he pressed a bloody hand to the wall and used it to propel his body forward once more. He ran ahead and planted a foot against the opposite wall, and with the speed built up and the agility of his many years of gymnastic’s training, the male flipped himself off the surface and barrelled his body into the grinning maniac.

Joker: There was time for another swing, but Dick’s unexpected flip made him strike nothing but air, and seconds later his weight was enough to send them both to the floor. Growling, he turned with Dick’s motion, using his own force against him so he wouldn’t be pinned to the floor.

The toxin was thickening, clouding the air, but that would hardly concern him. He was immune to it.

But that wouldn’t stop him from laughing.

Joker twisted the cane in his hands, shoving it forward in an attempt to slice right through Dick’s suit. His knives were always sharp and he knew where to find soft spots in the armor. He wanted him to bleed more. It would slow him down. That combined with the toxin could be a lethal combination. “I should have clipped your wings long ago! Time is running out, Nightingale!” The bomb was tick-tick-ticking away - and the judge was nowhere to be seen.

Nightwing: The swift turn made by the Joker caused Dick to roll to the side. He rose up with a hand pressed to the ground along with one knee, a determined yet lethal look etched on his features as he fought the gripping presence of the gas released moments before.

Concentrate, Dick. Concentrate!

He could feel his stomach churning as he continued to battle the invisible force, blue hues focused on the one that he could see. But then… it wasn’t the only thing that caused his stomach to turn.

In his fleeting moment of distraction, Dick had been too slow to avoid the blade that sunk into his stomach like a knife would to butter. A sharp grunt left his lips and he stumbled.

“Enough,” he grunted as he propelled himself forward again, hands slamming into the Joker’s shoulders as he attempted to force the male backwards. “Enough with the lame one liners.”

It slowly dawned on the costumed hero that they were not the only two in the building, and Dick found himself caught between doing the right thing and his intense need for vengeance. He was still conscious, that was good, but for how long was sorely up for debate. So, with as much strength as he could muster, he slammed a fist into the Joker’s arm then spun, pushing both clenched fists out to strike at the male’s centre mass.

Joker: Each swing of the blade was timed between Dick’s strikes. He felt them - he was definitely not immune to the other’s strength and the fight moved further down the hall. He was backing up, giving the other just enough room for the knife to slice through the air again. It was all about timing! Joker had arranged the situation perfectly, and without allowing for any time to save the judge. A dose of guilt might be just what Batman needed.

The window behind him was already open. He jumped back and onto the sill, balancing precariously and only long enough to judge its height. “Toodles, kid. Catch!” He tossed a small device that looked like a Zip drive. On the side was a countdown. Fifteen seconds remained. “Tell Batsy to drop me a line!”

With a sardonic smile and with no other option, he let go of the window and dropped out of sight.

Nightwing: Dick lunged forward as if he was attempting to grab the Joker before he disappeared completely, but all he got was a handful of Zip drive. He sunk to his knees and twisted in pain as the rumbling from the laughing gas took full hold of his entire being. He slowly used the window ledge as a support as he crawled over, his scanning every inch of the area for the villain. “Bye, Felicia,” he grunted more to himself than anything as breathing became painful and laboured.

But then the file beeped…

All previous thoughts about his own injuries were left in the dust as a mere second later his feet pounded the marbelled floor. “Judge…” he called out. “JUDGE!”

He was frantic as the numbers slowly got lower and lower in his shaking hand.

Five…

“JUDGE!”

Four…

He rounded a corner and shoved every door open that he could, darkened orbs terrified of what would happen if he wasn’t fast enough.

Three, two…

All he heard was the noise. The entire building shook and the lights went out, and as the fire of the blast began to spread, the unconscious body of Nightwing slumped to the ground, fingers now loose as the zip file dropped to the ground with a soft thump.

The last thing he was aware of was a blur of blue and red and gold.

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where-the-wind-is · 4 years

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A Little Birdy Told Me

The Arcana

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Chapter 13

Lucio was practically on fire with the need to touch the sleeping medic. Birdy's forever-tense posture and guarded tone had given way completely to the comfort of the counts bed. His hair splayed recklessly over the pillows and his breaths were deep and restful. Lucio found himself having to continuously talk himself into staying still. He wouldn't do anything while the man slept, he more than deserved the rest.

He'd always found the medics kind gestures and youthful voice incredibly attractive, but now it was different. Lucio hadn't managed to sway the bird with money or heroics, but somehow, somehow , he still cared. He stayed and thought of Lucios well-being even though he had nothing to gain. Even though he had plenty to lose by showing the count such decency. As if something in Lucios mind finally snapped upon the revelation that the bird was there for him and nothing else…

Suddenly every inch that separated them was a million miles.

Suddenly Lucio could think of nothing else but having this person closer to him so he could never leave again. The bird's naive care for someone with nothing to offer was inconceivable to the Count. Completely outside of the realm of anything he could have considered. All at once he'd stumbled across a miracle of a human, and he couldn't let him leave. If he left he'd go back to that place. That underground hole that would crush a good spirit like him. Lucio was never good with people so he couldn't fathom how he stumbled across a gem in a wasteland, but he was determined to keep the bird safe. So he never loses that spark, that faith, that uncompromising compassion in the face of terrible cruelty.

Lucio drew the covers closer around himself and his miracle, hating the sun outside for beginning to set. Hating it for daring to turn away from a sleeping saint and leave him in the dark.

The boy was unlike any Lucio had ever met, unlike any he could ever be.

Birdy jolts suddenly and Lucio almost falls out of bed in fright. What is it?! What's wrong? Is he uncomfortable? Is he in pain? Is he having a bad dream? Lucio leans closer, careful not to touch and listens to sweet birdy's breathing. It's shallow and harsh before slowly settling back into a steady deep pattern.

That's right Birdy sleep now. He'll kill any bad dream that plagues you. Sweet man who faces such hardship and still stays kind, still sees the best in him.

Why does that affect him so much?

Lucios immediate reaction is to shut down the questioning thought. His feelings are confusing him and he tried to hide behind intimacy but Birdy was far too tired to think straight. Now he's alone in the quiet again and thinking means pain, thinking means all kinds of emotions he's not ready to face. Emotions he doesn't want to face. Why does he need to know why? Can't he just ignore it and it will go away? He looks again to his restful bird and watches him sigh lightly in his sleep. Lucio feels an odd sense of pride that he was able to provide such comfort after days of being unable to lie down. Possibly months of being unable to sleep away from the horrors of that dungeon. Birdy the question is still there, why? Why does your kindness make him so helpless? Why does he suddenly need you near him? Need you on his side?

What would you do bird? What would you say?

You'd ask what he's thinking.

You'd tell him to say what he means and accept what he thinks. You'd tell him to tell you everything and you'd help him make sense of it. Slowly Lucio realizes...Birdy hadn't been a distraction from the thoughts, he's been helping him through them. Building up the strength to face them on his own, just like he did to help Lucio walk. With a jolt of his own Lucio feels unexpected tears prick at his eyes.

What?! Why was he suddenly about to start sobbing? What had the bird done to him to turn his whole world upside down in a matter of minutes?

Why was he so affected by this?

There the question was once again, the one he'd been avoiding the whole time. Why did birdy's kindness make him so...so… what even was this feeling?!

Ok he's panicking, he didn't know when it started or why but now he was panicking and he couldn't even tear himself away from his sleeping bird long enough to freak out properly. His whole body felt too hot and his breaths came in pants...what caused this? He could almost hear the bird in his mind telling him to answer the question. Why was this happening? Birdy's voice in his mind was calm and soft...just one step at a time, it cooed. Just take a step, if you don't you never will. If you stop you'll lose the ability.

Carefully he thought back, something he avoids most often. He thought back to when the bird first came into his life.

He'd tried to buy the bird's affection. Birdy had snapped at him! But he was being ruthlessly harrassed at the time...for a rumor Lucio had started. He felt a cool blade twisting his gut but still he continued. One step down.

Next Bird fell asleep on the floor... but who wouldn't if they had to work in a place like that? He was probably already missing sleep, and Lucio tattled like a petulant child. Because Birdy wouldn't take off his mask and risk his life. The knife twisted farther and Lucio felt his tears finally breach his eyes. He hadn't expected to cry twice today, but it was another step down.

Birdy had gotten harshly punished because of Lucios spite, and no doubt the people teasing him heard about the incident. Oh it probably didn't go over well when word spread that Birdy had fallen asleep here. Finally a sob left him as he remembered just what those devil's had in store for his poor bird, he could still feel the trickle of warm liquid running down his neck and raising goosebumps on his spine.

Where had that blood come from? Was it from the plague patients? Would they have actually exposed Birdy to the plague like that? And through all of it Birdy was helping him walk, helping him read, helping him get better and never once thinking of himself.

That was the last step.

Lucios eyes flew open and his heartbeat steadied. That was why it made him so sad and happy and scared and guilty at the same time. It was the difference.

When something awful happened to Lucio he begged for sympathy, casting the hardship on anyone who would listen. But Birdy...he took it all in stride because he knew Lucio came first. Because he cares. No one had ever cared so much about Lucio, to the point it became detrimental to Birdy's own wellbeing. How far would Birdy have gone? How far would Lucio let him go? And in the end...Lucio could never do it.

It made him feel so much because Lucio could never do what Birdy was doing. The very idea that it was possible threw him through such a loop that he had a full panic attack in his own bed. He could never imagine the mind of someone willing to make such sacrifices. Willing to be so caring towards a someone who, up until today, had only made his life harder and sometimes hit on him.

Lucio couldn't understand this, he couldn't comprehend how the bird could live with such hardships and still treat Lucio with more kindness and respect than anyone he'd ever known. Lucio laid there and cried over what he could never understand.

He wiped his tears and made a promise.

Obviously the only explanation was that he couldn't be a regular person. Some way, somehow, Lucio had found an actual angel to help him. He didn't know who the angel was sent to help but Lucio must've intercepted him before he got there, and he was not letting him go.

He made a promise to keep this kindness safe. To be someone who is worth wasting an angel on. He never wanted to hear the crying he heard in the facility, when that boy was...no he wouldn't let that happen. Never would he take this blessing for granted like he had.

He felt his eyes beginning to drift shut as he sorted out his thoughts and feelings for what was probably the first time in his life. The guilt and sadness was still there, and it left him raw, but it was a good sign if physical therapy had taught him anything. He knew from both learning to walk again and learning to use his prosthetic all those years ago that the pain had to happen for the strength to return.

He felt sleep pulling at his consciousness but he wouldn't give in. If his bird were to get as much rest as he deserved then he had to stay awake. He had to make sure Valdemar didn't come looking for him. He had to make sure nothing disturbed his Bird. Sleep was more persuasive than he thought and it fought him like a stormy ocean. Was this how you felt? He thought numbly to himself. All those days of nonstop work for that facility? ...nonstop caring for me?

He shook his head and focused on the rise and fall of birdy's chest, this smallest of sacrifices was the least he could do for the bird who saved his life. Slowly he counted each of the boy's breaths.

One, two, three...

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fanbriction · 7 years

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Day 7

Hi diary.

My head is feeling a little better this morning. The images of the Weezing are still there, and they stopped me from sleeping truth be told. But at least the dull ache is gone. I focus on the justice I will bring to the Rockets… and how…

On the way to the Rocket hideout, Mia pulls me to one side. We understand each other, this sense of justice, to put right what has gone wrong. She explains to me that she is now an outcast of her kind, and how she wants this fight to be her fight. I let her lead the way against the rockets primary defence, so she can calm her mind as so I can preserve my strength for the admins. The ones that matter.

Oscar comes up to me as I watch over Mia’s battle. He says he’s found a ball to play with, and that he wants to play. Did his evolution make him a bit… No, Oscar, no, it’s not time to play… And that’s not a ball, it’s a Voltorb… Ethan you say? Wait, are you working with Team Rocket? They imprisoned you? Well, we can only have six of us as a time because apparently there are rules on stopping terrorist groups, but if you want to go and join some of our other friends in the box, Mr Trainer Man may decide you fit in and some point. Sounds more fun than being here? Well I can’t say I disagree… cool, uh, see you later I guess?

Um… Mia, where did you go? No, don’t go to the second floor without me! Go –away- Venomoth, leave Mia alone! Look, Mia, I get that you’re wanting to get justice, but you’ve gotta be careful, you can’t get justice if you’re out of energy.

Mia? No, get back here! Look, you’re acting like a stroppy child, just come back and… No, Mia, that Raticate is too much for you, just stand back and…

…

Well… if you fall behind you’re left behind…

Um, Oscar, you wanna take point? Still need to save my energy for the fights that matter. Come on Doodlesaurus, you know what’s up. Yeah, if you do good I’ll find you a ball to play with later you little-big weirdo. You fight good boyo.

After some… persuasion, I managed to extract the passwords from some of the grunts. They got us into the executive’s office. Are you… pretending to be Giovanni? Man, when I was a young Corsola I remember waddling past a TV with a picture of Gioavnni on it, you’re outfit is terrible. Your purple hair is showing! Petrel? Is that supposed to impress me?

Tessa, you wanna sort out this fool? Yeah, I know, I want to take out the big guys, but you can’t honestly expect me to believe this joker is an executive? He can’t even act well!

Tessa faces up against a Skuntank. The Skuntank tears at the floor, burrowing under. Tessa starts flopping about like she did in the Olivine city gym. Mr Trainer Man and I restrain her before she brings the floor above down onto us. The damage is done to the Skuntank, who remains under the ground, unable to move.

Raticate comes in. Taylor, can you take care of this? Look Tessa, you can’t use earthquake when we’re inside, let alone when we’re underground… Taylor, no, don’t you use earthquake! Didn’t you hear what I just said? Oh at least you took the Raticate down. Look, Mr Trainer Man, can’t you tell people to stop using- Tessa! We’ve been through this, stop- yes, you took down a Toxicroak, look, Mr Trainer Man, you sort out these two, I’ll take out the Crobat… uh… or the Weezing I guess? What’s wrong Crobat, you chicken! Wait… a Weezing… Ow! Thunder? What is with these Weezing’s haunting me? Get out of my head! Ow… ow… Taylor, you deal with the Crobat… My head hurts…

I get one headache and you guys can’t even remember to restrain a bad guy without me? So… we needed Petrel’s voice to open up the door with the generator and stop the signal? But you let him get away, so what do you propose exactly? … A Chatot? Seriously? Wow, you guys lucked out, that’s for sure! Come on birdie, you’re coming with us! Don’t sass me, I know you’re allergic to rocks. Come on. Look, we’ll let you go once you speak into this metal thing…

Oh, no, not you again! It’s the red haired snake Ariana… And a grunt? What is it with you guys and teaming up! Lance appears out of nowhere. He says he found out about the strange signal as well and has come to investigate. He sends out his Dragonair, his Dragonite apparently too exhausted from evaporating the guards upstairs. Tessa leaps forward, and I shuffle over to a doorway. Tessa bounces about, some of the ceiling falling in. The opposing Arbok and Hypno all go down, as does Lance’s Dragonair. I pull Tessa back; we’re going to suffer if we take down all of Lance’s Pokemon.

Lance brings in his Aerodactyl, so Mr Trainer Man sends in Oscar to create an unbeatable dino team. Ariana sends in her toxic flower, and the grunt sends in toxic sludge. The Vileplume glares at Oscar, so Mr Trainer Man disbands the dino team in favour of Tomato to take less damage from the Vileplume. The Muk gets taken down by the Aerodactyl, but is replaced by a Magnezone, who immediately revenge kills the Aerodactyl. Lance’s Dragonite is still resting, leaving Oscar to face two opponents. Lance forbids me from stepping forward to help Oscar, saying it is ‘against the rules’. These rocket men are all spreading terror, why must I play by their rules?

Tomato comes in, to spew sludge on the Vileplume. Vileplume retailiates with a sludge bomb, and Tomato collapses. You still say we should fight by their rules Lance? Oscar comes back in to get revenge for Tomato. He takes down the remaining Magnezone, but gets blind sided by the Honchkrow that was brought in place of the Vileplume. Farewell Oscar. This is why you should just let me deal with things Mr Trainer Man. I take down the Honchkrow with no problems. I leave Lance and Mr Trainer Man to sort out Ariana and her cohort while I move on ahead to destroy their machine. Tessa’s previous earthquake had done a lot of damage to the machine, but I make sure to reduce it to a pulp.

You let them get away? How many times Mr Trainer Man? We need to cut their activities short now before they try to take over the world! Why are you so bad at understanding this? What do you mean ‘oh well, gym time’, get back here!

Mr Trainer Man says he’s off to go training. He’s managed to seduce a few more young souls with tales of daring and adventure. A Kabutops named Pascoe goes to guard the box, what with me being the vastly superior water/rock type. NONK! the Kecleon and Moth the Jumpluff are both along with Mr Trainer Man for training, as well as Donald.T. Bless, Donald.T, he’s still on the lookout for the Wendy rock. He doesn’t seem to realise I’ve moved on. I tried warning Moth and NONK! about how dangerous it is travelling with Mr Trainer Man. Moth just flew about uncaringly, NONK! told me he would protect me. What a silly fool.

NONK! comes back, bouncing off the walls and going on about how much stronger he has become. You can’t help but admire the optimism of the ignorant. Come on NONK! let’s give you a chance in the gym. Here, this one looks pretty weak. Jill, is it? A Glalie? Come, my champion, a Glalie for your entertainment. And… you’re done in by a Head Smash… See, this is what happens when you get overexcited. Gone but NONK forgotten, eh? Eh? No?... Fine…

Time for another gym then Mr Trainer Man? Pryce? Sure, looks old, how tough can he be. Donald.T, show us what you’re made of. Abomasnow, you can take that down right? A one hit KO? … Wow, not bad. I’m pretty impressed actually. Normally I’m the one that brings the pain.

Mamoswine? No… no Moth, you can’t deal with ice types! Moth!... Oh don’t worry Donald.T, it happens all the time, I- … oh, you took that one down as well did you? You are pretty impressive…

A Glalie? Stand aside Donald, you saw what it did to NONK!, I should probably wash it away… yeah, see, easy. Wait, am I showing off for Donald?... No, don’t be silly, that’s ridiculous… Hi Lapras, didn’t see you there, eat rock. Wow, that thunderbolt really smarted… Uh, Taylor, can you take out this Froslass? Wow… apparently not… No, Donald, stay back, I told you, you’ll get used to the loss. See, Tessa has this.

Donald pushes past me as Dewgong comes out, his rage exploding as a destructive thunderbolt of his own. Oh my sweet summer child. I’m sure before long you will learn true pain, as I have had to.

Mr Trainer Man received a call from the Professor when we exited the gym. Apparently Team Rocket are attempting to rebuild their team, and have taken over the radio tower. This is it guys, now or never. He brings Katy Purry, Judas, and a Trapinch I have never met called Katsu into the team to help with the obliteration of the Rockets.

The sight of Judas brings back my nightmares, so I watch the training from the window of the Pokemon centre. I watch as Katy Purry evolves, and as Katsu becomes a flying dragon. I remember my pride when I saw my old friends get stronger, and wonder why I don’t feel it now. Perhaps we are just pawns to the trainers of this world. My excitement for adventure has been destroyed, now I only care about one thing. The destruction of the rockets. And tomorrow, I will succeed.

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Day 7

Hi diary.

Mia? No, get back here! Look, you’re acting like a stroppy child, just come back and… No, Mia, that Raticate is too much for you, just stand back and…

…

Well… if you fall behind you’re left behind…

Tessa, you wanna sort out this fool? Yeah, I know, I want to take out the big guys, but you can’t honestly expect me to believe this joker is an executive? He can’t even act well!

Mamoswine? No… no Moth, you can’t deal with ice types! Moth!... Oh don’t worry Donald.T, it happens all the time, I- … oh, you took that one down as well did you? You are pretty impressive…

Donald pushes past me as Dewgong comes out, his rage exploding as a destructive thunderbolt of his own. Oh my sweet summer child. I’m sure before long you will learn true pain, as I have had to.

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