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razertail18 · 2 months

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Miguel O'hara and daughter! Reader

I dunno why, but I'm an absolute sucker for Miguel O'hara and daughter!reader(its platonic, I can't stand incest)

My head just thinks of all the possible angst it has. One of these days, I'll finally be able to find the time to write other fics and this one in a proper way and just a rough idea!

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You always love your papa, Miguel O'hara, but it's painfully obvious how he has been lacking recently. Well... As recently as the past few years.

Ever since the start of high school, Miguel has been absent in some events of your life.

It started when he would be late from picking you up from school, you would stay up late just to wait for him to come home, forgetting your traditional daddy-daughter sunday bonding time.

You didn't mind it at first until he stopped taking you out to celebrate your achievements, more specifically, every time you won a medal or got first place into any academic competition(specifically math and science).

Yup... You were a genius like your papa but he didn't send you to any gifted schools. He thought you deserved a normal childhood.

It was back in grade 9 where you won in an international math competition and won a gold medal... Like... Shock! Biggest achievement yet.

You already called Miguel about it and you just straight lied to him that all you got was a participation award. You were planning on surprising him, you take pride in the fact that you are just like your papa.

You went home with a medal in your hand and a bunch of empanadas on your other.

You wait.

And wait..

Oh, look at that it's 12:00 am. You could always skip school the next day...or technically today.

4 am and no calls... Is he... Okay?

And then Lyla pops up

"Oh, Lyla? Did papa have another all nighter at Alchemax?"

"Look, kid... I'll be honest with you... Miguel... He won't come back for a while."

"What?! Why? But... He said that he'll be here, besides, we always celebrate after I-"

"Y/N. I'm sorry, really, I am. And I'm sure your father does too."

You don't know why but you swore the way she gritted her teeth. Is that possible for holographic AI?

"Anyway, congrats, kid. I know it's just a participation award but, heck, you were against international kids. The best of the best. I mean, competing against hundreds of students in more than 20 countries. That's wild-"

"It's actually gold.

"What?"

"Won first place... I... I just wanna surprise, papa... But, um, thanks anyway..."

After that, it just got worse month after month, year after year. You are used to being alone now. Sometimes Tio Gabriel is there to take care of you. Lyla helps you to keep yourself sane.

While Miguel might still live at your house, it doesn't feel like it.

"I'm busy right now, hija."

"I'm sorry, biscotcho... Maybe some other time."

"Y/N, please! I am tired, I just need some peace at the moment."

Excuse after excuse. That's all you get.

There are the occasional times he did spend time with you that you both enjoy

But it got butchered when you were 15.

He was just gone. For months.

Tio Gabriel had to move in with you.

"Mig- Your papa is just busy. He's, um-"

"I get it... He's busy. What's new?"

Gabriel could see just how you were struggling to keep it together. He knows how close you and Miguel used to be.

Gabriel was debating on whether he should tell you that it was because Miguel had an accident that made him half-spider, half-human.

That Miguel became Spider-Man, a figure you slowly idolized and internally wished he'd be your father instead(Ironic, I know), that's why he's late.

That Miguel is out there saving the multi verse.

That Miguel does love you.

Granted, Gabriel didn't know that Miguel ditched you and him to live happily in another universe where he doesn't bear the burden of being Spider-Man.

After months, Miguel came back. You didn't recognize him at first.

His hair is unkept, dark circles under his eyes, more agitated, he's depressed. It's Miguel alright but a shell of your father.

It was one night where you found out the truth when a strange portal appeared and a few...Spider-Man or Spider-Men? Women? Cat? Spider-People.

Along with them is the Spider-Man you were familiar with. There's that skull shaped spider in his costume.

You were trying to get a closer look and caught them on camera. You didn't expect them that your Spider-Man would reveal his face

"P-Papa?"

After that you started digging deeper, snooping around Miguel's things and researching about Spider-Man in general.

You were fangirling at first until you realize that's the whole reason why he had always been so absent

You were furious. You don't know whether to shout, cry, punch, wail, or anything to let your bottled up emotions out

You hated him.

He left you to save other people. He abandoned you to be a superhero. And he didn't tell you! He lied to you.

Did Lyla knew? Of course she does. And tio Gabriel, he might as well have.

Would he really abandon his child to just play the hero...

You wanna tell him.

You were already walking down Miguel's office until you heard him talk about some anomalies and how these villains keep taking up his time.

"I shocking swear, Miguel, you get to see these villains more than you get to see your own daughter!"

"Several universes depends on it! You think I have enjoyed doing this for the past several years, Gab?!"

So the villains get more attention than you, huh?

Maybe it's time to have that so-called 'Bad girl era' that almost every teen goes through. But how...

You huffed as you landed on your bed filled with Spider-Man comics from the Golden Hero era as part of your research. And then you saw a particular villain in one of the pages.

"I'm a genius, right?... How hard could it be to pull off Doc Oct's metal arms... Besides... Nueva York still hasn't had a version of him. It's about time for one."

You immediately got to work. You had experience when it comes to robotics and tech, thanks to Miguel since he introduced you to it.

Miguel and Gabriel thought of nothing about it when you requested several metal parts and wires. It was not uncommon for you to mess around making robots.

The other materials that will gather suspicion, you have to buy it yourself or steal it.

You did feel bad for stealing but you love that adrenaline rush in your blood as you almost got caught and ran away scot free.

You made some changes to the original idea of Doc Oct's metal limbs. You read something about an inhibitor chip and there's no way you are implanting a chip in your body.

So you have to work your way around it. There's also something about an A.I., a huge no for you since you learned the hard way that you are still beyond mastering it.

So you just went with the voice command and controlling it manually.

At first you only have two limbs and the other pair was only used after you got the handle of it.

"Soooo... What crime should I do first... I don't exactly wanna hurt people. I just wanna fight pap- I mean, Spider-Man but how..."

You walk through the city carrying that heavy ass backpack containing the metal arms while looking where to cause crime.

Then you saw how a bunch of the policemen were abusing their power...again. And you look back at the police that was parked just near you.

"Hello there..."

It took Miguel by surprise when he saw a clip sent by Lyla about some weird Doc Oct wannabe making a ruckus in Nueva York about...destroying police cars and the police department? Odd.

Nonetheless, Miguel is pissed and was forced to fight the new villain any way whom he had found to be annoying.

"What in the shock are you achieving in destroying cars, Doc Oct?"

"Ummm, don't you think Doc Quad fits better... I only have, like, 4 metal limbs. But it makes me sound like a body builder.

It was strange how much you enjoyed causing mayhem or was it because Miguel's focus is on you. Regardless, your 'villainy' continued on for months.

You never hurt innocent people. More like an inconvenience to everyone in the city and just being a stupid teen who thinks there being bad but cool.

Of course, Miguel hated you. You were there being a distraction to his responsibility of keeping the multi verse in tact.

Strangely enough if there were any anomalies in Nueva York, you were the one to fight them off and the Spider-People sometimes just needed to pick them up to send them back home.

And as time goes on, you actually manage to strike a peaceful conversation with Miguel and some of the other Spider-People like Peter B. And Gwen(if they were around Nueva York) if you weren't feeling like being a menace.

"I'm just saying, Miguel. Your Doc Oct could be a great member in HQ. Just think about it." Gwen is trying to convince Miguel, she sort of made a weird friendship with you.

"She's practically harmless." Peter added.

"Uhuh. I think flooding the streets of Nueva York, releasing several animals free in pounds, painting government halls in rainbows, cleaning the river while tossing the thrash back in front of company's headquarters, and destroying police property is pretty harmless.

"Sounds more like an angst teen to me. At least, she never tried killing you." Peter joked.

He did give it some thought. Maybe you are a teen behind that black mask and shades you always wear but he couldn't really know.

Except for one particular event.

It was your sixteenth birthday. Miguel promised to make it special for you since you never got the quinceañera he promised you before.

You didn't really care you just wanted the whole day with him.

You didn't go to school that day only spending the day with Miguel.

This was it. Your prayers have finally been answered and then- oops...

Miguel left you in a diner while taking lunch to 'go buy something' and he didn't return.

Everything is turning out so well. A bed in breakfast, giving you tons of hugs and kisses from your papa, letting you pick out a new dress, and watching that new monster movie you've been waiting for about some overgrown lizard.

You knew he had been called to his 'job'. That is more important than you. Than his own daughter.

You left the dinner as you ran back to your home. You don't wanna cry. Not this time. Your heart is burning with all the rage and pain of his neglect over the years.

When Gabriel saw your tear-stained face, he already knew what happened.

He was ready to hear you breaking down in your room but he didn't expect to see your bedroom walls breaking down with tentacle claws visible through the smoke and rubble.

"Y-Y/N?" Gabriel didn't wanna believe it. But he saw you put on that mask and the shades that Doc Oct always wears.

You refused to listen to anybody as you thrashed everything that comes in your way. And you went directly to the electricity company and turned the lights illuminating the city night off.

You thrashed the broadcast and signal of the city (a/n: how do you even describe that)

No electricity, no signals, everything is off. You hoped that the HQ Miguel is in is affected as well.

You got bored as you ruined the streets, letting your anger out in the destruction you havoc.

Now...where was that HQ located? You swore you saw it in your father's plans.

Okay. Plan B.

Time to pay a visit to your papa's office.

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A/N: might continue it as an actual proper fic but I really wanna write the reader as a villain. I know it's such a mess but way too sleep deprived but I might continue it later

#atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #platonic relationships #platonic #angst #hurt/comfort

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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do you have any ao'nung and tsireya bonding w their new brother, spider, hcs?? <3

I had almost finished writing this post out, and then my computer died, and I wanna scream. anyway

both siblings are good kids, so when their parents take spider in and tell them to treat him as one of their own, they do it. spider is their baby brother (we don't know ao'nung or tsireya's ages, so they might be younger, but I don't care, spider's the baby of the family as far as I'm concerned) from the second he's brought into their home

tsireya is the sweet supportive sister from the very beginning, she loves having another baby brother to coddle and annoy (cause that's what big sisters are good for). ao'nung is the pain in the ass big brother who would die before someone harms a hair on his head.

tsireya is the empathetic, emotional protector sibling; she helps keep him grounded, gives him a rock to hold onto when he can't go to their parents, since his sort of parental trauma doesn't just go away easy, no amount of proper parenting with undo it, so sometimes he needs someone in his corner when his mind gets the best of him. ao'nung is more of physical protector, he makes sure no one messes with his baby brother, that he takes care of himself, and that he doesn't push himself too far.

tsireya is normally the one who follows him when he sulks off, and it always works out the same way; she goes to find him, sits next to him without saying a word, and then waits for him to fall against her before she wraps her tail around him. sometimes she starts humming or singing, sometimes they talk, other times they just sit and listen to the water or the forest. he feels safe to just feel and react and cry when he's with her.

ao'nung is his partner in crime, they're attached at the hip, constantly butting heads, and always ready for chaos. ao'nung taught spider everything he knows about their culture, diplomacy, leadership, and mischief; so not only are they good at pissing each other off, but they're good at breaking havoc against any poor unfortunate soul, and getting away with it (they're best friends and it shows)

when spider first joins the village, but was not yet adopted, tsireya tries to be kind and welcoming, as she did with the sully's joining the village. ao'nung does the same, in the way that he treats spider like he did the sully's; he antagonizes cause he's a stupid teenager. he hits a sore spot fast and see's spiders true nature very quickly. he thought that spider was a relatively well-rounded kid like him, thought he could take a couple jabs here and there, he didn't know how badly he had been alienated his whole life, so the few stabs at spider's human nature revealed how sad and anxious he was, how hard he tried to fit in. he's pretty protective after that, so you can only imagine how he reacted when he found out how spider was treating himself, and how he was being treated by the sully's after neteyam's death.

when spider goes through his mental and physical burnout, its ao'nung that won't leave his side; he practically force feeds him when he won't eat, is constantly offering him water, watching him sleep, forcing him to clean himself up. he makes sure he won't lose another brother (spider's body gave out during the clean up of the battle, ao'nung subsequently witnessed it, and after losing neteyam, it made him feel a certain type of way).

ao'nung and tsireya were the first people to get spider to smile again.

spider brings out tsireya's competitive streak, they always have some sort of petty bet going on between them; who can finish chores first, who can piss off ao'nung first, etc.

ao'nung and spider, no matter how they present themselves, are fair, intelligent, competent leader's. they are s perfect duo when it comes to helping tonowari maintain the village during the war times and they're are constantly surprising everything everyone with how serious they can be at times.

spider likes to show his siblings his live by making them things or doing their hair. he likes quiet time with his loved ones.

ao'nung and spider are a mirror image of neteyam and lo'ak respectively, and it makes them both a little sad, and it chills the Sully's to their cores.

when they sleep together as a family, the kids sleep between their parents, with spider in the very middle, cause they all know that boy needs all the cuddles.

#my mind is in an angsty gutter today #most of these are kidna sad #oops #I also feel like this are kinda subpar #my brain is super slow today #I'm probably gonna make another one eventually #cause I had to force these #anyway #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #avatar spider #spider avatar #aonung #tsireya #spider tonowari'itan #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan

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obscurecharactershowdown · 1 year

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Before I reveal the contestants, I want to shout out some characters that didn't end up getting in, for one reason or another, but stood out to me

Prince Peasley (Superstar Saga): I mentioned him as a character I really enjoyed learning about, but since he won the Luigi ship competition, I'm unsure of his obscurity status and he may overpower the other characters. I'm sorry your highness, please know I love you

Francis York Morgan (Deadly Premonition): I was stunned to see not one, but 2 people submit this character. I'm endlessly entertained by his weird ass game. He would've been a shoe in had he not been submitted twice. Sorry buddy. Also if he was I would've put in my own propaganda, consisting only of this image

and a video of the squirrels that make monkey noises

Crow T. Robot (Mystery Science Theater 3000): the only reason he's not in is because another MST3K I consider comparatively more obscure was submitted, but I am going to post part of the propaganda for him now because I really loved it and it would be a shame if I was the only one who got to read it:

i have to take a chance on crow, for he is my #1 blorbo and my favorite mst3k character since forever. i charted out a whole TIMELINE for him and there's like. 4-6 of him just existing in various locations. he's shaped like a friend. he can be folded into a torpedo. he has legs and i constantly forget this until he has them on-screen and i'm like OH SHIT this guy is mostly leg (he's around 5'4"). he managed to kill mike (the human guy he lives with in space) TWICE on accident and neither time stuck. all of his presentations are insane and completely factually inaccurate. he claimed women were myths like bigfoot in a short-film style black and white presentation. he's friendly/friends? with pearl, one of the main antagonists (and a woman, who he just claimed didn't exist). he can play the trombone. he just kinda bounces up and down sometimes and is so shaped. he spent 500 years alone because he got bored of being pure energy at the edge of the universe after five minutes. he wrote patrick swayze christmas, the only christmas song ever. he's constantly doing t-rex arms. he keeps falling from extreme heights. to a few ancient romans he's a spider-duck god. he's a bit of a pyromaniac. he went to thanksgiving in deep 13 and walked away unharmed (everyone else got poisoned). he causes an illusion in the theater where it looks like he's staring at you instead of the movie. he's an absolute menace. he contains so much gender yet none at all. he's different! he wants to decide who lives and who dies, and i think he should. he is simply so guy. ty for reading my crow rant sorry for the wall of text

Thank you for this. I love Crow and MST3K too, you are in good company

Mister Qi (Stardew Valley): In the propaganda section, the submitter wrote: "He sucks and I hate him. It'd be really funny if he lost." and it made me laugh

Chuck Cunningham (Happy Days): The submitter's dad told them to submit him and that was also funny to me

Vincenzo (kdrama of the same name): Submitter's dad has a crush on Vincenzo <3

Pioneer 9 (17776): This was the most submitted character, with a total of.....4 submissions! Wow!

Husky (+Anima): This is the second most submitted character, with 3 submissions! I'm sorry to you both but this means you are automatically excluded from being picked for the competition.

Less specifically, shout out to the many characters who were just barely well known enough to drop out of priority. And the major characters/protagonists of major series. A couple were clearly jokes, but several were not.

And all of the characters from albums, commercials, various Real Life Things, myths, some OCs, etc: I have a plan for you. It's not the main bracket, but you are not being left out here. More information on that when the time is right.

Thank you for all your submissions! The list of contestants and their matchups are coming soon!

#obscurecharactershowdown

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ask-sweetscream · 9 months

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Origins

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Remus had a busy day ahead of him. He planned on starting a surprise sparring match with Roman, gifting Virgil a harmless emotional support pet tarantula in front of Patton and while the others are calming him down, sneaking into Pat’s room with Janus to continue their Dance Dance Revolution competition. If he has time after that he would attempt to rile Logan up again to see if he could get the nerd to lose his temper again and get at least a little of the frustration that has been building in the logical side out to prevent a full blown explosion for just a little while longer.

Looking down at his to-do list again he looks at the last item. That wasn’t a sustainable solution to the Logan situation. While it would be cathartic to have the nerd spew out the grievances and pain he hid, even if it was to him instead of the ones who caused that pain, that was no way to express one’s emotions in the long term. Considering this he ripped his list. His surprise attack on Roman could wait and he could always just leave the spider on Virgil’s bed. Janus would likely also approve postponing their DDR time to help him with the new plan.

A few hours of planning later Remus pops into Logan’s room.

“Hi ya nerd! What are you up to” He asks in a playful tone.

“Hello Remus, I’m just finishing up Thomas’s schedule to make up for lost cleaning time, again” That last word is mumbled under his breath.

“Perfect! I want your help with something. How good are you at programming?”

“I am relatively proficient. Thomas spent a few weeks hyper fixated on programming while back. While he doesn’t remember anything he learned,” Logan answered slightly agitated that all that learning went to waste, “I retained all the skill that Thomas absorbed during that time.”

Without another word Remus grabbed Logan’s wrist and dragged him to a room with Janus and a computer with two human-like models designed and rigged. One was a tall, androgynous humanoid with animal-like facial features and a lowkey punk-rock style that shared Remus’s color pallet. The other was shorter with dark skin and looked like an entirely human woman with the exception of the hair that looked more like cotton candy than anything else. She wore a pink leotard with a peppermint logo on her chest and a swirly purple skirt that wouldn’t look out of place in SIX! The musical. She also possessed a ginormous spherical lollipop that put anime mallets to shame. Looking closer they both had microphone headsets and there were a bunch of songs listed in another window.

“What did you need my help with again?” Logan asked, his frustration from earlier temporarily being replaced with confusion and curiosity.

“Well, Remus has a particular love for Vocaloids and had the 'brilliant' idea to create two of his own to live with us in the mind palace. Most likely to help get songs stuck in Thomas’s head” Janus helpfully answered , “Remus did the designing and chose out some of his favorite songs for them to start with and then insisted I help him with their animation since I 'love' wasting my time on art projects like this.”

“That’s Right! And now I need someone to help me program their voices and personalities. I figured you could since you’re such a nerd”

“Alright then, what did you have in mind?” Logan asked with a slight smile as he sat at the computer. Janus took a step back. He was surprised about how well Remus’s plan was working so far. When Remus pitched it to him this morning he truly did think it was a waste of time, but now, seeing Logan simultaneously feel needed again while also helping to create a healthy outlet for his emotions, the reptilian man had no regrets about postponing his plans with Remus. Besides, now he has more time to practice so he can defeat Remus’s high score once and for all.

#sweet scream #sanders sides vocaloid au #sugar swirl #nightscream #not an ask

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tornrose24 · 2 years

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Osborn's condition, a scientific experiment, is not DID. However! Jekyll/Hyde(and modern 616 Osborn) was mostly voluntary intoxication since he kept ingesting the elixir after that first time. Raimi Osborn may qualify for involuntary intoxication, since the clause also allows the legal defense of those who thought they were drinking alcohol but accidentally consumed illegal drugs, altering their mental state. In SM1, Osborn protests his project's dissolution because only one test subject reacted badly(explaining Harry got lucky). In NWH he asks, "What've I done?" when he's in a different setting with Peter's stabbed body before him. Which is a reasonable question. The performance enhancers weren't unlawful since a US official pushed for successful human trials(or he'd end funding). So the US military would ultimately bear culpability for the Goblin's rampage. How much culpability is definitely up for debate, however...

Yeah I don't know if Norman took more than he needed to that first time in SM1, but he was more than willing to take it out of desperation, given that his company was on the line. And I don't think he had the same issue Jekyll had where he wanted to 'bring out the evil/repressed urges into another being.' He was just pretty desperate.

(Curt was like that too. He did want to eventually be able to use the serum on himself for personal reasons. He was forced to take it because his Oscorp was going to test multiple amputees or else they'd cut his research. And because he wasn't comfortable with either option, he used it on himself.)

Though I think the scientist he was with when talking to the military did mention that the serum effected the test subjects' mental state. Seeing as that didn't help Norman's case.... that might explain why he was eager to lash out at the man when he first became the Goblin (who comes across as more animalistic in that scene compared to the rest of the film and NWH).

Unfortunately I don't think the military would get punished so easily, especially back in 2002 over what happened to Norman beyond discharging or firing that gut. However both the Raimi and MCU versions of the US military/Government aren't exactly houses of saints to begin with and wouldn't take responsibility (anything tied to the Captain America films as well as Falcon and the Winter Soldier and WandaVision can prove that).

Also Otto mentions in NWH that Norman was greedy and misguided. So there's a question of if Norman was 1) just trying to make money and lacked any ethics over the serum and 2) Didn't put more thought into what he was doing. (Also I'm convinced Otto knew Norman was GG through the serum and glider long before what happened on the bridge, but probably figured it out too late. There's NO WAY in hell he only figured it out on the bridge–he clearly knew Norman well enough to refer to him as a brilliant scientist, never mind that Harry would later fund Otto's own research). And that would add to why GG is willing to kill off any competition and threats. (We don't exactly know what GG was up to in the MCU before Norman headed too F.E.A.S.T. but we knew that he was going to immediately have an interest over a variant of Spider-Man since he was obviously going to be a threat to him.)

I see that "what have I done?" as more in horror to what he had done as GG. He killed May, almost killed his version of Peter, assumed that he successfully ensured that MJ would die this time, and almost screwed over the MCU by destroying that box and kept everyone else from going home thanks to an act of spite.

#spiderman #Spiderman no way home #norman osborn #green goblin

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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All You Had To Do Was Stay

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 5

"They paid the price"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,539

Warnings: angst, Hydra, some blood, Loki being an asshole

A/N: what can you expect from track 5 other than angst?

A/N: a big thank you to @chrissquares for the amazing dividers! and @nacho-bucky for beta reading and putting up with me!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

Series masterlist

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"Soon we'll be landing in another Hydra base." Steve gathered everyone then.

"Okay, Thor you will go with Natasha; Clint you're with Loki; Bucky you will be with Y/N." he hasn't talked to you since that midnight talk. You couldn't blame him, not completely.

The team separated inside the base, eyes searching for the unusual weapons. Lately the activities of Hydra have risen more and more. Their kills were certainly not of normal weapons, the wounds weren't all fatal but the innocents were killed nonetheless.

"We're on the east wing, Steve. According to the tech Bruce gave us, there's some activity where we are heading."

You and Bucky kept your guns up and at three you burst into the room. But it was empty to your surprise. Cautiously, you stepped inside and examined what you saw in there. Grenades and various arsenals were placed inside boxes, and some were outside on tables taken apart with tools besides them.

"Don't touch them, last time I did it exploded in my face."

"I'm not as stupid as you are, Y/N." maybe you could shoot him just to annoy him, you thought.

"Ah, so you found some of our weapons," the voice startled you. "Nice to see you again, Soldat."

Turning around with your weapons, you attempted to shoot the guys that walked in. The scientist in the middle was unarmed, or so you thought. The agents spread out, and at some point they overpowered you because the next thing you knew, your gun was nowhere to be seen, and your arms were pinned behind your back as the guy in front of you got closer.

You couldn't let him do that, now could you? You locked eyes with him until he got hazy and fell to the ground shaking. Knocking your head against the guy that was holding you back, giving you just enough view of him to send him off to the darkest place in his head, all the while you didn't notice the scientist watching you. When he fell to the floor, the scientist sent all the other guys over from Bucky to you, caging you in, you felt yourself being dragged out of the room, yelling for Bucky who was there with only a few agents and the scientists.

Bucky hurried for you but now he could see the strange weapon in the scientist's hand. It looked like a sword, with a gem at the bottom. He fought the scientist and anyone around him but then he felt a cutting wound where the blade pierced through his stomach.

"Sorry this had to end this way, Soldat." The scientist laughed and Bucky fell to the floor with a shriek.

You finally managed to break free from the guys holding you down. Fighting them off one by one, until you managed to get them all to fall down in pain, then you went on to Bucky.

You saw him on the ground bleeding, not even caring about the guys in the room as you fell next to him.

"We need backup, Bucky is down!" you yelled to the comms. You tried to stop the bleeding- it was faster than it should be for a supersoldier.

"This doesn't feel right Y/N, run."

"No." A guy went for you, and you noticed he was averting his gaze from you, but you didn't let it affect you, you surged forward from Bucky and tackled him down and sent him to sleep.

Then you went for the scientist which still held the weapon, now closed back in its place, as he looked at you amused.

"What did you do to him?" you yelled more than asked. Soon enough you heard footsteps and to your relief Bucky was now with Thor and Steve.

Loki looked at the soldier on the ground and then at the weapon he recognized. Worried, he yelled at you.

"Y/N stay in this room, do not leave!" he went forward with his daggers, cut through the agents until he got to the doctor who was trying to run. Catching him and knocking him out, he took away the old weapon. Then he left him there, not caring about him anymore.

Holding the delicate weapon, he went back to the fallen soldier who was still bleeding out.

The god crouched down next to him and a worried Steve and he pulled out the gem at the hilt of the sword, putting it over Bucky's wound. The soldier sighed in relief at the contact, and Loki muttered a quick incantation which helped the soldier heal.

The blonde looked frightened at his friend, who only nodded to Loki in thanks.

The scientist was long gone.

•

He started noticing the subtle change at lunch that day.

Thor had dragged him back to eat with all the others when he insisted on going back to his books. The others weren't as bothered with him today when he sat next to you, each minding their own business. Occasional loud conversations started which he stayed out of until he caught onto one conversation.

"I remember the first time I held a bow and arrow." Clint said before being shot off.

"Nah not interesting Katniss, I think my origin story is way better, I was in a cave!"

The table caught onto the conversation and the roars began.

"I got bitten by a spider!" Peter looked over at Tony. "That's pretty cool, right Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah kid, that is badass." Tony ruffled the kid's head.

"I'm a Russian spy, that's more badass!" Natasha quipped.

"The kid can lift an elephant and stop a vibranium arm!" Bucky chuckled.

"I was holding back, I wasn't going to punch a kid!"

"Sure you were." Peter blushed under the Sergeant's look. Tony just brought him in a side hug.

"Does a sad unwilling origin story count?" Bruce asked, cleaning his glasses.

"Do you really want to start this, Doc? I was drafted." Bucky snickered.

"In that area, Y/N has a good shot actually." You huffed at that.

"Understatement, I don't even know where these powers came from. My origin story is the only one that can make it to Buzzfeed Unsolved!"

"Add to that what happened at the start- now that was brutal."

You took a sip out of your glass and clanked it with Bucky and Bruce.

"Y/N, what are they talking about?" Loki leaned to whisper to you.

"Oh nothing, don't worry about it." She shrugged him off

"What about my brother? Why don't you join the conversation-" Thor put a hand on the younger brother's shoulder. The brother only scowled.

"Oh please, being a prince with magic, then wanting to take over New York and failing? I'd hardly call it a good competition to what we have here." You snorted. Silence spread over the room, you put your drink down and looked around confused. Some were looking at you, Natasha bit down on her tongue, the others were looking down uncomfortably. Wanda spoke up before you could question your team.

"Hey, mine is out of spite!" Wanda chimed in, her perky voice released the tension in the room. "I obviously win."

Loki remembered those days when he stayed even in the mornings and you would come back from work and tell him all about your day. You'd lay there on your couch or on a stool in the kitchen and you'll tell him all about your day until he eventually felt comfortable telling you all about his, letting you into his life.

Loki walked out of the elevator to your floor, annoyed that he couldn't just teleport himself to the door of your apartment.

He heard your voice telling him to come in after he knocked, turning the knob of the door, he walked in and saw you organizing the living room table with plates and drinks.

"What do we have here?" he nodded to the boxes lying on the bigger table. You chuckled as he closed the door and locked it.

"Well hello to you too, Loki." You looked around, biting your lip. "What do you mean?"

"Those boxes, what did you do?" he eyes them suspiciously as he sat down on the sofa.

"I got us Pizza?"

"A what?" he looked at you like a confused puppy and you hated how adorable he looked.

"You're joking, right?" you put one box on the table. "I know you're British or whatever, but are you seriously telling me that where you are from- they don't have Pizza? What kind of uncultured place do you come from?"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time." He grinned lowly, if only you knew.

He perked up as you opened the box and a welcoming smell filled the air.

"Loki, meet Pizza." You grinned at him and expectedly brought him one on a plate. "Come on, you're going to love it."

He certainly loved meeting you more and more, ever since you met he made sure to keep in touch- he even bought one of those cell phones. He didn't know what it was about you.

He learned that you always tell him the truth, and you certainly did with this food as well when he took a bite. It was different than anything he knew back from Asgard. Good type of different, if he was honest with himself then so were you.

He smiled at the proud grin you held for him when he voiced his approval.

You started to tell him about your day after that.

"Oh, also I just saw a picture of a baby bat, it was so cute." You shook your head fondly.

"I'm sorry, please continue what you were saying." He said after the silence that took over the room.

"Oh no, that was it." You laughed nervously at him, looking down at your drink.

"Why did you tell me that then?"

"Just because? Sometimes you can just talk about nothing at all with someone if you enjoy talking to them."

"So," he put a hand on the back of the sofa right next to you, turning his gaze onto you. "You're just talking to me, and telling me stuff with no meaning behind it?"

"Yeah, is that bad?" you couldn't look at him and he just looked at the floor in thought. Humans were certainly peculiar.

"No, it is not bad." You didn't question hid odd questions, but took comfort in his answer. The conversation returned to normal, and with time you started seeing him try to do the same. It was cute.

•

"We have enough power now, Sir. But we can get more." The head scientist and the other agents had escaped from the base with most of the important weapons.

"What are you suggesting?" the man sat on a chair, a delicate long staff rested on a pedestal in front of him.

"We can keep the asset to ourselves." The man on the chair raised an eyebrow at him. "Commander Iago please, let me explain!"

"Doctor Zazu, we cannot betray the one who provided us with such powerful weapons! We will be doomed."

"I saw the Soldat today. I remember working on him when I first joined here. He was marvelous, so obedient," the doctor drifted off for a bit. "But now, we can get a new Soldat, we can keep the asset for ourselves and make an ever better Soldat!"

"But what will we do with our provider? It will be breaking our agreement." Commander Iago raked his hand through his red hair.

"All these weapons are stolen! If we have the asset- we will be unstoppable!"

The commander thought about the prospect of having another winter soldier.

"Gwen," he called to a girl who quickly walked into the room, rushing. "Wake up the sleeper agent."

•

You curled the white sheets tighter around you when Loki got out of the bed. Prompting up on your elbow, you asked him

"Do you have to go? We can just sleep in for a few hours, or maybe like half the day?" you trying to tame your messy hair a bit.

"The sword must be put back in its place. I will be back shortly."

"Okay, if you say so." You put your head back on the pillow and Loki gently kissed your forehead, earning a content hum from you, and left the room.

He reentered your room that night, not surprised to find you asleep but rather glad, it gave him time. His mind travelled to earlier in the day, and his first day here.

You did tell him about your powers, after he experienced it first-hand. But it didn't make sense to him, he felt the power oozing from you yet none seem to have figured out the source he even doubted they could sense the power in you. He certainly would've glossed over it if he hadn't still remembered past you.

You laid there sleeping in peace when his mind was racing, and he couldn't hold himself back. He reached out for your powers, hoping that they will separate from you and not wake you up. Leaning back on the wall, he closed his eyes and sent himself into your head, connecting to your powers.

It was familiar, he sensed it overwhelming him the longer he tried to dive in. just when he thought he had it, just when the familiarity grew and he knew he was close to the very core of this power inside of you- it was as if he hit a blockade and was pushed out by an aggressive force. The next second you woke up with a gasp, your blurry vision faded out when you came back to reality and noticed Loki.

"Loki?" your heavy breaths filled the room until he answered.

"I'm here, are you okay?" he went towards the bed.

"Yes, just had a nightmare." You shook your head at the memories of the dark place.

"Why don't you go back to sleep, I'll join you in a bit." You were out soon enough, tiredness taking over you.

He hesitantly walked over to you, hand raised to rest on your forehead, but he pulled back with a hiss when he was being held back from touching you.

Reluctantly he walked over the other side of the bed, laying there on his back and staying away from you. Before he could fall asleep, you pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around him you laid your head on his chest.

•

"Hey, little guy." Sam snickered beside you. You hardly saw Steve these days, but you knew Sam just came back from an early run with him.

"I'm older than you!" Scott grunted when you found him in the kitchen.

"She called you tiny, tic-tac, not young."

"As far as I remember, my little ass beat your ass when we met." Your shocked look made Sam grumble and Scott laugh.

"You never told me that! Oh Scott tell me everything!" sitting next to him, he began to tell you the story.

"So, I have manners so I introduced myself obviously-" you nodded along.

"Okay, listen- you can tell her but no telling Cap, I'll never hear the end of it." Sam pointed a spoon at the man who only shrugged and threw you a side smile.

"So, I haven't seen you in a while. How is Cassie doing?"

"She is great, won at a spelling bee! She was so happy." His smile was contagious, whenever he talked about his daughter he wouldn't stop gushing, which was adorable. "Have you ever thought about it?"

"About what?"

"Settling down, having some normal between this hero stuff." He leaned on one hand, and you faltered a bit.

"No, I don't think that's my thing." Sam sat with his coffee in front of you.

The next minute Loki came into the kitchen too. You didn't have to look behind you, gauging by Scott's reaction the Asgardian god stood there in the kitchen.

He didn't bother making conversation with the mortal but rather taking a sit next to you, and kissing your temple. You averted your eyes from Scott who looked over at Sam now. Sam shook his head.

Clearing your throat, you tried to break the silence.

"Scott, did you meet Loki?" you didn't wait for an answer. "Thor and he are here helping us with Hydra."

"No, I can't say that I did."

"Where were you this morning? You never wake up that early." Loki snaked a hand around you. You knew he did it because of Scott and you were a little uneasy about it.

"Oh I just needed to run over some stuff with Mike." You shrugged.

"Who is this Mike?" you didn't like the tone in his voice.

"Just a guy from S.H.I.E.L.D. so calm it."

You tried to focus your conversation on Scott again, ignoring the jealous god sitting beside you.

After your passionate sleepless nights, in the next few days Loki saw you more and more getting up early for work. He almost asked you to stay one time, when you uncurled from his awoken form.

"What if I came with you?"

"You'll spook him up and he won't be able to work properly." You leaned over him and gave him a slight peck. "Besides, you're going to Asgard with Thor later today, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be gone for a couple of days." He was getting up when you sat on his lap.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

•

Sleepless, Steve groaned and grabbed his jacket and went up to the roof of the tower. He had barely slept between his fight with you and watching his best friend almost get killed by an alien weapon which then was held and brought back by none other than Loki.

Getting up, he looked around at the city when he went to his usual sitting space. This night it wasn't empty, he was surprised to see you sitting there, in his sweatshirt.

He went and sat down next to you. It was quiet for a while.

"Can't sleep?"

You shook your head in response.

"I'm sorry, Steve." You turned your head to look at him, your cheeks flushed from the cold. "What I said was way out of place and I just couldn't think clearly through all of my fury." You could feel your eyes beginning to sting. You couldn't fight with Steve.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have screamed at you. I can't fully blame you I am just-" he took your cold hands in his. "I feel protective over you, you're family to me and you know that."

"Loki was my family for a long time too, once." You muttered to him.

"Are you sure he won't hurt you? Can you really just trust him like that?" he asked and you sighed, not seeing the point in avoiding it.

"No." with another breath you managed to tell him more. "Plus it's just for now, we agreed on it."

Steve stayed silent, but you could feel him studying you.

"But Y/N is that what you actually want?"

The question had you holding your breath, catching you off guard. It was an odd question to ask but if you were letting yourself see the truth- you know the answer.

You stayed quiet and stayed with Steve there until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

•

The golden cages of the palace gates opened up to him, the palace workers carefully bowed to him as he hastily passed by them. The sooner he could this over it, the sooner he could go back to you. Hopefully you won't be taken away from him again when he is back.

Entering the throne room, he saw his father on the grand sit and Thor leaned in on a pillar.

"Ah, my son, you finally came." He walked towards his brother and stood in front of Odin.

"What is this meeting about?"

"Loki-" Thor began before his father halted him.

"I heard you rejected the advances of lady Iyllir, why would you do that?"

"Well, father-"

"Our relationship with her family is important. We need to clean up the messy reputation you gave yourself, giving you a fitting wife will help immensely. Loki, for once in your life do the right thing and obey!"

"Loki has-"

"No Thor, don't make excuses for him. The lady was brought here for you, to have a wedding. My child, don't be foolish. She is a lovely girl, everybody will be happy when the wedding will occur! She even agreed to be your wife despite everything!" the Allfather chuckled but Loki knew better than that.

"Shouldn't we be talking about the problem with Hydra? We did manage to get some weapons but some are still missing." Thor cleared his throat and glanced at Loki, who stayed quiet.

"Very well my child, what do you suggest we do?"

"My friends are doing a great job at attacking Hydra, maybe we could send an Asgardian scientist to help them." Thor glanced at Loki for help, he just nodded at him.

"I want you boys home soon. I want to know how these midgardians got their hands on our weapons, you should not take this lightly, and tell these friends of yours not to as well."

"Of course, father. So in two days time we will go back to Midgard and resume our help there."

"No, Thor you will go but Loki shall stay here." Odin dismissed the older brother.

"Father, they need me there, my wand is still missing there!" Loki argued back.

"They don't need you anymore; you've helped them with explaining the weapons. Now you can stay home and we can talk about the wedding. What is the problem? That was the plan all along."

The problem was that Loki knew that, and it was true. He couldn't argue against it.

•

The bed was cold now, the last couple of days took away the place Loki held in your bed and replaced it with coldness. You missed him already.

The sun was setting, painting the skies of your window with beautiful pastel colours.

"Come in!" you yelled to the person at the door. You smiled when you saw Loki walking into your room. "Loki!"

Rushing to him, you wrapped him in a hug, which he was reclined to return. You pulled back from him.

"Loki?" his face held no expressions, and it sent you back.

"So, you're not going to say anything?" sobbing, you had to sit on the couch. Why was he still here? This is what you get for falling for a trickster; he must have lied to you a million little times. "Did this mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?"

Accusing him, your blurry eyes returned to his solid face that held no emotion- just indifference.

"What did you expect falling for an immortal monster?" he growled back, mocking you now. The tears kept pouring as he stood there staring.

"I came here to help with the weapons which were stolen, my help isn't really needed here anymore so I am going back to Asgard."

Oh. You took a couple of steps back.

"What did you expect falling for the god of lies? Did you really think I would stay for you? I won't be coming back to midgard anymore." You barely saw him now but you heard the door shut behind him, and he just left you there with your heart shattered like glass on the floor.

"Loki, are you not going to stay until we found the weapons at least?" you let out a nervous laugh, trying to keep looking at him, which proved to be a difficult task when you knew that he knew exactly what you felt.

"No, Thor can take it away from now on. I do have to go back for my duties as a prince, and for a lady after all." You scoffed.

"Right."

"You can't be upset with me. This was what you wanted. We agreed on this from the start, just a temporary thing, right?" he mocked you now.

"Well what if I wanted more! You were all I wanted!" you yelled at him now, finally releasing all the unsaid things. "Does that make you happy? Hearing me say that, hearing me beg?"

"No it doesn't." he groaned at you.

"You are doing the same thing you did all those years ago." The tears welled up in your eyes. "You know, you never did tell me why, you just left with no explanation."

"What do you want me to say, baby?" it slipped but he couldn't control it, he had to control himself first.

"Don't call me baby! Look at this mess that you're creating of me, do you remember what happened back then? How I cried and you were just there watching! You just watched me suffer." The tears let themselves flow without your permission. "Tell me why!"

"You don't know anything, why would you make such a fuss over nothing?" he hissed at you, moving around the room you almost felt like his prey. You probably were.

"Because I love you! I always have so even if you don't just let me have this closure, tell me why you left me so suddenly?" You hated the crack in your voice, closing your eyes for a moment you pinched your nose. "Tell me!"

"This is why!" his yell scared you, opening your eyes you were shocked at what you saw. In front of you stood a creature with blue skin, markings and red eyes- and that was Loki. You stood there staring at him with tears glistening on your cheeks.

"What- what's this?" you felt shivers down your spine, the temperature in the room was much colder now. He gave you a scary smile.

"I'm a frost giant, in Asgard you know the parents tell their kids about monsters like me at night." Those eyes were menacing as he walked over to you. You took steps back but he didn't stop.

"Loki, stop." You put a hand forward.

"Is this not what you wanted?"

"Not like this." You shook your head, trying to get rid of the part of your brain that insists that he is scary. "Whatever you are, whatever happened to you- none of that is enough excuse for what you did to me."

"You mortals always confuse excuse with explanation."

"Yeah right because I'm just a dumb human, I apologize, my prince." In a blink of an eye he turned back to how you knew him. Your mind hasn't processed what happened yet, your heart was already taking over you at that point.

"You asked me why, I gave you a reason." And you wanted to ask more, you wanted to understand this. You wanted him to-

"Stay." You whispered, tired at this point.

"I'm going back to my home at Asgard." He turned back and was walking towards the door.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back."

The door slammed shut and all over again you broke down, with your heart shattering on the floor. That's the price you pay for trying to have back something that you never had in the first place. Nothing has changed.

•

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“Alright,” Thomas said, satisfied that Roman was properly off to his competition. “Logan and Virgil are sleeping, and Patton, do you know if you have anything for today?”

“I don’t think so, but I don’t really know,” Patton said.

“In that case, I’m going to try taking a quick nap and then maybe Logan and Virgil will wake up. If anything comes up, you wake me up, ok?”

Patton nodded.

Thomas ended up flopping onto a pile of hay and dozing off. It wasn’t like him to take naps, but he’d been up quite late and then woke up much earlier than usual.

He woke to hear quiet murmuring.

“Ugh. They’re just creepy. And way too fast.” It sounded like Virgil saying.

“They’re sweet!” Patton said, his tone soft and cooing.

“It’s unsanitary to hold them in your hands,” Logan said.

“But he’s so soft! And he’s sweet too, he likes me better than any of the others.” Patton protested.

Thomas yawned and sat up. Patton abruptly turned around, hiding whatever he was holding.

“What is it?” Thomas asked.

Patton turned to look at him with large, pleading eyes, and a spark behind them that said he’d fight if he needed to. “He’s mine. You can’t kill him.”

Thomas knew then that it must be some kind of small animal, but what? “I wouldn’t kill him, Patton, I’d just like to know what he is.”

Patton frowned. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Patton reluctantly turned, showing a rat held in his cupped hands.

Thomas tried to hide his recoil, deciding immediately that he agreed with Virgil. “How um, how many of them do you have? And where are they staying?”

Patton’s face fell. He held the rat close to his chest. “You’re going to kill them!”

Thomas felt stuck. If there were many rats in the stable, he couldn’t just let them stay and breed and overrun everything. But he didn’t want to go and kill animals Patton clearly viewed as more pets than pests.

Thomas frowned in thought, but based on the shuffling of hooves he guessed that the longer he waited the more he’d be misunderstood. So he came to a quick decision.

“There are four of you all together,” he said, slowly, still trying to hash out details in his mind. “And one of me.”

Patton backed a step away, holding the rat closer.

“What would you think if I went and got a rat cage tonight, and some toys and proper food, and you could pick out four to keep? And they stay in the cage. And then I get one cat to keep the others out of the stable.”

Patton frowned, turmoil rolling across his face. “Only if I can take as many as I can out to the paddock before the cat comes.”

Thomas nodded immediately.

Patton nodded slowly. “Ok.”

Thomas looked around. “I have some friends, Joan and Talyn, and they have pet rats. The cage is pretty big, I’m not sure it would fit in your stall comfortably, but perhaps we could find a way to hang it in the next stall so you can still reach and open it from inside yours.”

Patton’s face brightened a lot. “I could still play with them?”

Thomas nodded. “Of course, that’s the point.”

Patton looked slightly embarrassed. “I thought you’d put them over by the closet or something…”

Thomas felt a sudden impulse to hug Patton. “No. Patton, I really want for you all to be happy. I wouldn’t take your friends and stick them somewhere you couldn’t have them.”

Patton’s face got really soft, and just a bit teary. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Thomas opened the stall door and held out his arms, and Patton crashed into him in a tight hug. He wasn’t sure where the rat was, but he couldn’t feel it running onto him, so he just focused on hugging Patton.

He waited until Patton let go first.

“If you want to try gathering them up now we can go to the paddock,” Thomas suggested.

Patton nodded quickly.

Even if it was more than a little disconcerting, it was also very interesting to see Patton making little noises and seeing the mice and rats coming out and climbing onto his back, waiting patiently for the bits of leftover breakfast he fed them. Judging by Logan and Virgil’s faces, they thought so too. There had to be nearly twenty. Thomas tore his eyes away.

“Would you two like to go to the paddock with us or would you rather stay here?”

Virgil looked like he’d rather stay, but didn’t say anything at first.

“I would appreciate going out,” Logan said. “As well as an explanation of what happened last night and this morning.”

“I’ll go with you guys then,” Virgil said.

Thomas nodded and pulled down the halters. He handed them out, instead of trying to put them on, only helping when Patton couldn’t quite reach without disturbing his ‘passengers’.

“Don’t hold the ropes in the same hand,” Virgil said. “I want to be as far away from the rats as possible.”

“There’s only a few rats,” Patton said. “Most of them are mice.”

Virgil shuddered.

“Have they been bothering you?” Thomas asked. “With this many in the stable, especially being in Patton’s stall…”

“He gets the rats out of mine and I get the spiders out of his,” Virgil said, sidling out of the stall and away from Patton.

“It’s truly remarkable the way they each seem to have a control over the animals,” Logan commented, though he also stayed away from Patton.

Thomas just nodded.

The walk out to the paddock went well, despite several jumpy movements by Virgil. Thomas was very glad to release them inside, but then Patton walked off to disperse the rats, leaving him alone with a skittish Virgil and Logan, who he barely knew. Then again, he hadn’t known any of them for very long.

But Logan just turned away and started walking, along the fence, rather slowly. And Virgil followed him.

So then Thomas didn’t really have anything to do.

“Maybe I should’ve waited and napped out here,” he mused.

He ended up sitting on the rail of the fence and just watching them. Patton seemed to be giving each one of his mice a personal goodbye, and Logan and Virgil didn’t look to be talking at all, just walking together, following the fence. Thomas wondered why. And also realized that they all looked just a bit… unkempt. Not their horse halves, but their human sides. Logan and Virgil definitely needed regular access to a hairbrush, and Patton might have curls if he had the right products to care for his hair. And they could all use a new, clean shirt. Which led him to realize that they didn’t even have pajamas, much less regularly change into them.

He was caught up enough in thought that he didn’t notice Virgil until he was nearly on top of him, and when he finally saw him he startled, and fell backwards off the fence with a yell. Virgil also startled, rearing up and letting out a kind of a screech.

“Owww… Sorry.”

Virgil was still panting and wide-eyed, but nodded. “Yeah. That was… half on me anyway.”

Thomas got to his feet again. “Are you ok? What did you need?”

“I’m fine, but Logan’s legs are hurting. I’m not sure what to do to help.”

Thomas looked down the paddock, to see Logan a good ways down. He was still walking slowly, towards them now, but it was a decent distance yet.

“Alright. Thank you for telling me, I’ll see what I can do.”

Thomas’s first impulse had been to call the vet immediately, but he knew from experience that the vet he usually called wouldn’t take ‘hearsay’, which was basically anything another centaur said. And while he had that number memorized, that wasn’t the vet he’d been told to call if these centaurs ever needed medical care.

So instead he jogged down the field towards Logan.

Logan saw him coming from a ways off, and stopped, waiting for him and Virgil, though Virgil reached him much faster.

Thomas was pretty decently winded by the time he reached them, but tried not to show it too much.

“So what’s… the problem…?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Logan said. “It’s likely since I’m not working, but my legs are sore.”

“Can I check them?” Thomas asked. “I’d need to touch them.”

Logan nodded, but his face seemed to go a bit slack. As if he were dissociating. Thomas felt something in his stomach drop at that, but he was too concerned for Logan to just back off.

He ran a hand carefully down Logan’s front leg, and didn’t really feel any weird… lumps or tears or anything… he didn’t entirely know what he was looking for. But what he did not like was how very warm they felt. Almost hot, like they were inflamed.

“Ok. Let’s get you back to the stable, and I’m going to wrap your legs with a cooling gel, alright?”

Logan nodded, not looking at Thomas, his eyes distant.

Thomas frowned in worry.

“Virgil, would you get Patton, please? I’ll walk with Logan back to the gate.”

Virgil nodded, clearly just as concerned.

Thomas walked slowly, waiting for Logan, but as soon as he turned away from the fence to cut across the shorter way Logan stopped.

“Are you ok? Do your legs hurt more?”

Logan shook his head. “I can’t go that way.”

Thomas frowned, but nodded. “Ok, but why not?”

“There could be holes.”

“There aren’t that many, and you can just step around. We don’t have to be that fast, you can walk carefully.”

Logan just frowned, and started walking along the fence again, just as slowly as before.

Thomas felt a surge of frustration at his stubbornness, especially when they should really get him back to the stable as soon as possible. He took a deep breath. It was very likely that Logan had a reason, likely that it was a good one. The question was why he wasn’t mentioning his reason.

“Logan, there are holes along the fence as well, I don’t understand why you need to go this way. I would really prefer if we could get back to the stable faster.”

“Then you shouldn’t have sent Virgil away,” Logan said, his voice as close to a snap as Thomas had heard yet.

Thomas was now even more confused. But he knew that meeting anger with anger Never turned out well. He’d had more than enough just as confusing arguments with Remy to convince him of that.

“I’m sorry for sending him away, I didn’t realize you would prefer him to stay. We can call him back, I’m sure he’s talked with Patton by this time.”

Logan turned and stared at him, his eyes squinted in disbelief. He crossed his arms. “Please do.”

Thomas turned away and called Virgil, hoping his voice carried far enough. Virgil did turn and start cantering towards them, Patton following close behind.

“Yes?” Virgil said, his eyes wide and a shiver running over his flanks.

“Logan wanted you to walk back with us,” Thomas said.

Logan nodded, an odd look coming over his face. Virgil sidled up close to him, leaning against him, and murmuring something quietly. Soon they were both walking back across the field towards the fence. Thomas jogged behind, and Patton walked next to him, a tight smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, Patton, I’ll do everything I can and call a vet to help too.”

Patton nodded, but when he spoke his voice was just as tight as his smile. “Thanks.”

They got back to the stable without any more problems, but Thomas could see that Logan was walking more and more stiffly.

“Alright,” Thomas said, trying to keep his thoughts in order and not panic. “Logan, if you want to lay on your bed, I’ll see what I can do for your legs now, and then I’ll call the vet. Or perhaps I’d better call the vet first…”

“I believe calling the vet ought to come first,” Logan said, laying on the bed and looking very tired and sore.

Thomas nodded and went to the phone.

“Hello?” The vet said, answering almost immediately.

“Yes, so I’m the new groom for the Authier’s centaurs, and one is in pain. It’s in his legs, and they’re hot to the touch.”

There was a thoughtful hum and the faint sound of paper rustling. “Which one, the big one?”

“Yes.”

“Was there any kind of incident?”

“No, he was just walking.”

“I see. Wrap it up then, and don’t let him do anything strenuous, I’ll be out this evening.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

Thomas sighed and set the phone down. He’d intended to use cooling gel, which he’d seen while organizing the other day, but the vet hadn’t said anything about it, and he didn’t want to make things slightly better and then she’d think it wasn’t as bad as it actually was. So he just got out the wraps and wrapped up Logan’s legs, tightly enough to provide some support.

“Feeling any better?” He asked hopefully.

But Logan shook his head, eyes closed, and mouth tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve done nothing but attempt to help.” Logan said matter-of-factly, but Thomas could still hear the faint tinge of pain in his voice.

Thomas went right back to the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yes, this is Thomas again, er, the new groom. What can I do for pain relief before you get there?”

The vet sighed in a slightly annoyed way. “You really shouldn’t give any medicine before I get there.”

“He’s in pain. I need something.”

She made a short, annoyed sound. “If you have Equipalazone you can give him some of that, based on his weight. Only use one dose before I get there, and if it’s needed I’ll give the ok for more.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

She hung up.

Thomas went searching through the medicine cabinet, and finally found some.

“Does anyone know how much Logan weighs?”

“Likely in the area of 2,200 pounds, based on my last weighing,” Logan said.

Thomas frowned at the box. “Then eight--nine grams. Ok.”

He opened it to see packets. Of powder. He grimaced, hoping it would be too awful-tasting.

“Is there a way you know of that you’d prefer to take it?”

Logan was also looking at the packets with disgust. “Mix them all in water, and provide a second, clear cup.”

Thomas nodded immediately, making and then handing both cups to Logan. Somehow Logan managed to swallow the first cup with not much more than a nasty face, and then drained the second.

“Do you want more water? Or something with a better taste?” Thomas offered.

Logan nodded, his face still screwed up.

Thomas grabbed one of his drink packets. They were meant to be put in water bottles and he was supposed to be using them to drink more, but it wasn’t awfully effective, especially not when coffee existed. He put it in a large cup of water and handed it to Logan.

Logan was very clearly surprised by the flavor, and slowly drank the cup, swishing the drink around in his mouth to flush the flavor of the medicine down.

“Better?”

“The taste is much better, and I believe the pain will fade.”

“Oh, good.” Thomas sat down, relief washing over him.

He’d thought, when he took the job, that he’d been watching two anyway, so four wouldn’t be a huge problem. But he’d underestimated the problems that other people would cause. He wasn’t sure he could keep this up on a normal work day.

#centaur au #character!thomas #character thomas #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remy sleep #emile picani #my own work #injury #medicine

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Shapeshifter Au - 14

“So. You’re a shapeshifter huh?” Eskel asked taking a drink from his water skin. Leaning performativity casual against the stone. The mangled side of his face hidden from view.

“Yep.” He tugged the wool cap over his ears to cover against the biting cold of the courtyard. Ciri’s power sung out in frustration as she repeated the training drills over and over again. As she had been for days.

Hopefully they’d call a break soon or he would have to before she bubbled over.

His skin prickled with discomfort. Eskel hummed so quietly he’d only noticed it when Lambert had taken Ciri out hunting and they’d run into each other in the library. The tiny thrum of his magic.

“Bloody well glad for it too. I’ve no idea how you all stand winters up here as people.” He tucked his glove under the sleeve of his jacket before returning them to their spot under his armpits. “Half tempted to spend the winter as a polar bear so I don’t freeze to death.”

“You could. Lambert would be very jealous.”

“Ah but I’ve seen your very impressive bear skin rug and I’d hate to give you any ideas.”

“I wouldn’t-“

“I know.” He bumped their shoulders together. “I’m messing with you.”

A few beats pasted before Eskel burst out with a forced ease, “Lambert caught a buck last year and Geralt wouldn’t let us eat it because it looked too much like you apparently.” Eskel’s nerves made him want to fidget. But it was really far too cold to move his hands from their warm spot.

“You did eat it though right? Because otherwise that’s a huge waste.” He smiled crookedly, watching him from the corner of his eye.

“Course. He didn’t talk to us for a week.”

“And you noticed?” Eskel smirked back at him. Easily in spite of his discomfort. He smiled so easily. Eskel's amusement tickling his skin.

“It took a few days.”

Ciri’s frustration grew several decibels and he pushed off the wall. “You are far too attractive for any of our good.” He told him before he leapt from the staircase they’d rested against, soaring the space between them.

He cawed out his approach as she swung at the training dummy and-

Suddenly he was flying in the other direction.

He shifted before he smashed into the ground and rolled with the force of her shock wave.

“Ow.” He protested when he finally came to a stop in a snowbank.

After one too many moments of silence he looked up. To all the wolves gapping at Ciri and her frozen in place. Training sword held in place where the dummy had once been, now it's straw was scattered across the yard.

“I’m fine thank you for asking.” He called out. Unsticking them all as they looked to him. “Just got thrown across the courtyard. Totally fine. No need to worry about the poor bard.”

“Jaskier?” She turned, far too much concern in her eyes.

“No I am actually fine.” He assured standing and brushing snow off. Tugging the cap down to insure it stayed in place. He frowned. “Better than fine actually.” His skin was warm and his ache that had settled into his bones disappeared without a trace. The bruises he felt should have been forming didn’t. “No harm done. But I do think it’s time for a break yes?”

They nodded. “Early lunch.” Eskel agreed. As they stalked down into the hall.

They set the table as the witchers finished the meal prep and he curled up on the arm of Ciri’s chair and began finger brushing her hair so he could braid it.

“You’re not scared?” She asked as he worked free a knot.

“Of what? Cause I’m scared of a lot of things- spiders. Frogs. Wasps. Cages. A string breaking while I preform at competition-“

“Me.”

His heart broke for her and he continued his work without pause. “No. Don’t see the point in that.”

“You’re afraid of frogs but you don’t see the point in being scared of someone who threw you across the courtyard?”

“Someone has never tried to eat a frog before and nearly died from the hallucinogenic affects I see. It was not a pleasant afternoon and I feel completely justified.” He ran his fingers threw her hair once more to check before starting his braid. “You accidentally threw me across the courtyard, which Geralt has also done and most of them weren’t accidents, and I feel better than I have in years so no. I’m definitely not.”

She was quiet as he worked so he hummed a song to fill the space.

“You’re really not hurt?”

“Really not hurt.” He promised. “Haven’t felt this alive since- oh.”

“Oh?”

“Since your mother tossed the entire banquet hall away to protect your father.”

She spun her head to him and he barely managed to hold onto the braid. “You were there?”

“Front row to the whole debacle. Would you like to hear about it?”

She nodded as they heard the other’s voices down the hall. They both glanced to the door. Unable to not listen.

“Wasn’t just some sign shit Geralt- that was fucking magic. Real chaos. We don’t know shit about real magic! You can’t expect us to-“

“I know you think human hearing is terrible but it’s not that terrible boys!” He called out to them finishing the braid. “How about I tell you that story after dinner? Hm?”

She nodded. He kissed her crown and he watched her sit up. Regally. Preparing for the conversation ahead.

“Ah to suffer another meal with the witcher’s terrible table manners.” He sighed as they dropped the food on the table. “The things we must bare.”

She shot him a small smile.

“How come you didn’t tell us she had magic!” Lambert snapped at- at him?

He blinked at him. “What?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to tell shit like that- why didn’t you tell us!”

“Huh?” He glanced at the others at the table. Irritation or concern or confusion on their faces as they studied him. Including Geralt’s. Which was the real shocker. He looked between Geralt and Ciri; who appeared just as flummoxed by the situation as he was, as he gapped.

When it became clear that no one else was going to answer his very obvious question he forced the words out in a voice that was, perhaps, slightly higher than intended. “I thought you knew.” He told Geralt with a wave of his arms.

“How would I know?”

The incredulity in Geralt’s voice was just insulting frankly. He waved between them. Noises floundering out of him. “I- what- its- what.” He forced himself to take a deep breath. “What other blatantly obvious things am I supposed to tell you now? The sky is blue. The keep is made of stone. Ciri has magic. I thought you knew!”

Geralt sighed into his hands. Lambert speared a hunk of lunch.

“Can you tell how strong she is?” Vesemir asked pragmatically as he grabbed his own food. “If we can train her-“

“Oh you definitely can’t.” They glared at him. “What? The only one here with anything even approaching magic is Eskel and no offense but you’re nowhere near her level.”

Eskel sat up a little straighter in his seat as he devoured his lunch.

“Who is?” Geralt asked. “Near her level.”

He leaned back in his chair and thought about it. He didn’t grab any food. He wasn’t hungry and probably wouldn’t be until the magic wore off.

He’d eaten as a griffin though. His mouth tasted like blood- but he hadn’t needed to had he? He’d just wanted to. Wanted to eat and sleep and kill.

Show me what you are.

“Jaskier?” He jolted and looked over at Ciri.

“Ah. Well. You know Yennefer?” Geralt shot him a dirty look. “Just checking, you’ve had issues with amnesia before! Anyway.” He continued with a wave of his hand. “If Yennefer is lightning then Ciri is the sun.”

They all stopped. Actually that bread didn’t look half bad. He ripped a chunk off and chewed on it.

“So.” He mouthed around the bread. “She’s going to need an actual teacher.”

“Could you do it?” She asked.

“No.” He laughed around the bread crumbs. “I am magic. That doesn’t mean I can do magic.”

“Marigold?” Lambert suggested. Triss- he supplied after a moment.

“Sure.” He agreed. “After Yennefer turns us down.”

The room dropped several degrees as he chewed.

“Why would we ask Yennefer first?” Eskel growled.

Geralt sighed. “Because if we don’t she’ll never let the slight go.”

“Is” Ciri hesitated, taking in the faces around the room. “She that bad?”

He wobbled his head. “Well.” He drew out the word. Thinking of all the times she’d treated him like nothing- like less than nothing. Like something that had once had great value but was now irrevocably broken.

And then he thought of the other mage. So much weaker and yet able to dominate him completely.

How Yennefer had never done that. Had never wanted that. Even though it would have been so easy.

And then he thought of Ciri and how much she needed Yennefer. How her chaos swelled and terrified her. How Yennefer was lighting in a bottle and might be the only one who could teach her to control the sun.

And then. Then he followed the djinn’s magic in Geralt’s chest to the lightning in her veins. To the longing in her chest.

She wanted something real.

“No.” He said at last. “We all just took Geralt in the breakup.” He grinned easily.

There were several snorts and Geralt glared fiercely at him.

“You.” Ciri glanced between him and Geralt. Trying to judge the situation. “Dated her?”

“That’s a word for it.” Lambert grinned nastily into his ale. “I’d call it-“

Geralt smacked him.

“Why’d they break up- I hear you asking.”

“She didn’t!” Geralt growled.

“But she would given the opportunity.” He smirked as Lambert shoved him in retaliation. Distracting him. “And the answer is Geralt makes terrible life choices.”

She softly laughed and he counted it amongst his greatest victories.

“What can you shift into?” Vesemir asked, pointedly not looking up from his book, where they all gathered around the fire before bed. A storm howled outside. He suspected if not for the warmth of Ciri’s magic he’d be frozen from the draft alone. The impressive amount of furs Lambert was wrapped in strengthened his conclusion. He adjusted the cap over his ears anyway. “Geralt’s only mentioned beasts before but when you meet back up he said you were a griffin.”

Geralt tensed against his back and Ciri glanced back at him from where she was propped against his legs. He turned the page, even though he hadn’t finished reading it, to show how nonplussed he was by the question.

Over the years he’d only ever explained what he could do, what it meant, his limitations perhaps a handful of times. There were so few people in the world he’d trust with this.

His life he trusted to a great many friends. But this. This was his freedom.

“Suppose I’ve never felt like a griffin before.” He didn’t intend to feel like one ever again. “Or had the magic needed to follow through on such an impulse.”

“So if you had the magic,” Vesemir glanced at Ciri, “And felt like it you could be anything?”

“Well I think you’re underestimating the importance of feeling like it but I suppose that’s the general stroke of it.”

“Have you been a bed? A chair? That’d be real helpful I bet. Hide in a broom closet and just. Be a broom til the mob passes.”

“Have you ever really felt like an inanimate object Lambert?” He shrugged. “Shifting into a mouse usually accomplishes the same goal anyway.”

“If you shifted into the monsters in the bestiary Ciri could safely apply the skills she learns on how to identify and best the different creatures.” Vesemir stated.

Ah. Now he knew why Vesemir had brought this up when Geralt had clearly told them not to, based on the way they’d all danced around their questions since he’d arrived. Well. Except Lambert, but he'd only arrived a few days passed.

“The day I turn into a necrophage is the day I die. Seen more than enough of their innards over the years to know that’s never going to be in the cards thank you very much.”

“Alright no necrophages. But anything you could shift into we could add a far more detailed description of to the bestiary. Updated drawings. Behavioral notes-“ Eskel seemed remarkably enthused about the idea.

He thought about how empty the library was. Figured there was probably a reason for that.

“He’s not a party trick.” Geralt snapped, very valiantly.

“No, no it’s fine.” They all looked so excited by the prospect. Ciri’s eyes were gleaming. He itched under the cap. Hats were really not his look. But it was better than his hair. “Requests? I make no promises about being able to do it but I can certainly try.”

“Jaskier.” Geralt warned.

“I’ve got energy to burn after this morning.” He reassured waving his hand in Geralt’s face behind him. “Which you should know given the bonfire you made when you used igni to light the fireplace.”

“That was cause of you?”

“Pretty sure.” He nodded to Eskel. “Requests? Or shall I go back to my book?”

“A unicorn?” Ciri asked.

Simple enough in theory but, “They’re extinct.” A sad truth Geralt had confirmed years ago. “I’d rather not be the last of my kind.”

Are you the last unclaimed familiar? There are so few of you in this world. The mage had said. Had he ever met any? Where their thousands of people like him who hid in small mage-less towns or wild unkempt forests. Who didn’t shift and stayed safe in a single form their whole lives?

Maybe there were countless people like him and he’d just never recognized them- how would he recognize them? Maybe there were loads of them and he just didn’t know where to look.

Or maybe he was one of the last. One of the last whose mind wasn’t held under chaotic waters to drown until he forgot everything he was.

Maybe he was one of the last.

Then where had they gone? There were days long past where every sorcerer, mage and druid had a familiar. Someone like him.

He’d never met any who did. Not that he'd met many.

“You could do the griffin again. Since we know you can shift into that.” Eskel suggested.

Geralt’s arm squeezed at his bicep. Like he suspected what a bad idea that was.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to see the form that hadn’t recognized him even a little.

“You could always try a dragon.” Geralt teased before leaning in and whispering right into his ear. “You don’t have to. We can just leave.”

The sparkle in Ciri’s eye grew.

“The only issue there- since I now know they’re real- is that I’ve never seen a living one. That egg does not count!”

“Borch wasn’t dead?”

“What?” He snapped around blazing fury. “Borch was a dragon?”

“You. Missed that part?”

“I am now Extra mad you didn’t wake me up. I could have seen a living dragon? You ass!”

“Not my fault you slept in!”

“Do you want to play the blame game about that day- because I definitely think missing seeing a living dragon is one of the lesser issues I could choose to be angry about.” He collapsed into Geralt’s lap and glared up at him. “Hm? Hmmmm?”

Geralt looked away but nodded.

“Glad we agree. Alrighty let’s see what I can do.” He climbed off the back of the couch. He was irritated and wanted to impress his cub. His mate’s family. That would help. Probably.

He shifted up into a bear. Because it was easier to feel big when one was big.

Lambert whistled.

What had he grabbed onto to become a griffin anyway?

He’d been caged. He was cold. He was alone and unwanted but not powerless.

He wasn’t powerless now. He could protect-

His mouth was full of blood.

The form snapped under him. Dropping him down until his heart raced and his incisors grated against each other and his ears were tight against his back and-

“Jaskier?” Geralt’s hand reached down to hold him and he shifted up to meet it. Tail wagging slowly even as his ears stayed folded back. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t enough.

They liked his songs well enough but that was all he had. He wasn’t pretty or handsome with his terrible hair shoved into an ugly winter toque and Geralt's ill fitting clothing and he wasn’t strong or helpful or a good cook. He couldn’t teach Ciri magic. Couldn’t hunt them more food even as he ate theirs.

No wonder your mate’s dead.

No wonder your mate didn’t want you.

Maybe she’ll make a better travel companion then.

They’d asked one thing of him and he couldn’t even do it.

It was easy to be a form he loved.

He didn’t love the griffin.

He didn’t love what it had done. Even if it had saved him.

He was scooped into strong arms and there was a dismissal of “Bedtime,” and he tried to swallow the sounds escaping his throat. Tried to stop the way his paws shifted to claws shifted to wings.

He couldn’t even do this. Couldn’t even be something useful.

Sure he could be a horse and carry them when Roach got tired. Could scout as a raven or pull buckthorn from a river without risk of drowning. But all the wolves and all the cats and Witchers knew he wasn’t useful. He didn’t want to be.

And when he wanted to be he couldn’t.

“Jaskier.” Geralt repeated under the blankets in their bed. “Talk to me.”

There was a request there- what shape do you want me to be- I’ll stay that way forever if it means you’ll keep me. Please.

“Thank you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? You haven’t done,” He grit his teeth as he pulled him in closer to his chest. “That in a long time.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s not.” Geralt squeezed the back of his neck. Tension leached from him. Geralt nuzzled at the toque pushing it up with his nose.

He grabbed it. Pulling it down firmly. “Don’t.”

“Jaskier.” He plead.

He curled tighter in on himself and pulled the hat over his eyes. “Just couldn’t find a form that fit. Hope you got me out of there before it got too repulsive- although maybe Ciri will appreciate knowing she’s not the only one who can’t control her magic right? Gotta find the little victories.”

“Jaskier what’s this really about?”

“Nothing.”

Geralt grumbled his frustration.

It wasn’t. It wasn’t about anything.

It was about how maybe he was the last of his people- his family- and it was about how his form wasn’t what he needed it to be and it was about the things he’d done that he couldn’t remember and didn’t want to and the blood in his mouth and it wasn’t about any of that.

He was scared and frustrated and alone and not good enough and-

“Is Jaskier okay?” Ciri called from the crack in the door.

He shifted out of the bed to her despite Geralt’s protests.

“I’m alright.” He leaned against the door frame. “I’m sorry for scaring you- I know its very upsetting looking when I shift like that.” He didn't know but the way Geralt paled after an attack like that was proof enough.

“Was that because I asked you to shift? Or because of this morning?”

“No.” He crooned. “No. I-“ He paused. Took her hands in his. “It was like this morning. You got frustrated and your magic responded. My shifting responds to my emotions too so when I got overwhelmed that happened. But it doesn’t hurt.” The emotions that caused it hurt. But the shifting didn’t at least. “Promise I’m okay.”

She watched him sternly.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and rolled back on his heels. Sweeping a hand in front of his face dramatically. “I’m very worried Yennefer responds quickly to our message because she always looks immaculate and I am really not a hat person.”

“Really?” Her lips curved upward just a twitch.

“Ciri dear I am wearing Geralt’s clothing! I haven’t worn a color in months. Months!” He slid down the door frame and pressed a hand to his forehead. “I’m dying. Melitele forbid Yennefer see me like this. My reputation will be ruined. Ruined!”

Ciri huffed out a laugh. “Oh no. How terrible.”

“It is! I could hear the sarcasm in your tone but I am ignoring it for the sake of our friendship!” Geralt picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. “The audacity! The horror!” He continued to lament as they bid good night.

Geralt dumped him in the bed. “Gonna tell me what it was actually about now?”

“I am genuinely concerned about meeting Yennefer looking like this.” Geralt scowled down at him. “Would you feel confident and prepared if you had to face a monster without your armor?”

“Yennefer isn’t a monster.”

“You’re missing the point. I like how I look. I know it’s just hair and I know it’s just clothing but I don’t look like me. I don’t feel like me. I’m wandering the woods without armor and even when I’m not being attacked it’s still scary because I know how easy it would be to bleed me out.”

Geralt considered that and slowly sat down next to him. “Okay. I don’t know how to fix that.”

“Time will fix it. I’ll visit a proper barber and my tailor in the spring and all will be well again.” He knew that. He did. It just didn't make it easier.

He nodded. Tilted his head and looked at his face. Then dragged his gaze lower to the way his body did and didn’t fill out Geralt’s clothing. “I like how you look.”

“Sure you do.”

Geralt pushed him back in the bed. Leaning over him. “I do.” A hand came up to his head and pushed under the hat. He tensed but Geralt made no move to pull it off. “You’re not a hat person. I don’t mind that your hair’s not perfect cause it’s still soft and smells like you.”

His other hand and down the fabric of his shirt. “I like you in my clothing because it makes you smell like me. Like you’re mine. Even if it’s not what you’d normally wear.”

He hummed. “You want to show me just how much you like it?”

“I do.” He laced his fingers behind Geralt’s neck and tried to pull him down for a kiss. He didn’t move. “Was that really all that was?”

He closed his eyes. “No. But I don’t really want to get into all of it tonight.”

“Okay.” He said. But didn’t move closer.

He sighed. “What do you think it was? What’s worrying you?”

“You’re still angry about the mountain.”

“Hm. I did apparently miss a chance to see a living dragon so.”

“Mhm.”

He grabbed Geralt and rolled him to his side. “Geralt you’re a terrible liar. And if you hadn’t meant what you’d said, at least a little I’d never have believed you.”

“I was trying to break the bond. I thought I forced you into this life Jaskier.”

“Just like you forced Yennefer?”

He flinched.

“If you’d asked I’d have told you. That I was the one that bound you. That I hadn’t meant to do it and didn’t know what I was doing when I did but that I didn’t regret the time I spent with you. But you did. You regretted our time together.”

His gold eyes squeezed closed. He took several steadying breaths. His thumb stroking a strand of hair that had escaped the hat. “Not everything’s about you Jaskier.”

He frowned but resisted the urge to squawk about how it definitely seemed like it was about him.

“I was hurting from Yennefer and scared I had trapped you and terrified for the child of surprise I’d cursed just like you two. And I’m still terrified Jaskier. I don’t know how to be a father.”

“I’m not sure anyone does. I mean how many kids has Vesemir raised? And I’d be real surprised if he thought he knew how to do it proper.”

“Lambert’s good at keeping him humble.”

“That he is. It’s going to be okay. You’re not doing this alone.” He took Geralt’s face in his hands and traced the grain of his stubble. “Besides. I bet Yennefer’s going to roll up and out-parent both of us so hard that I can safely retire to my true calling of fun uncle.”

“Lambert’s teaching her how to make bombs. I think he’s got that position claimed.”

“Ah well I’ll figure out something.”

“Sure you will.” He smirked.

He propped himself up over Geralt, shoving him onto his back. “Alright I really need to kiss that damn look off your face. We good?”

Geralt smiled and pulled him down into a kiss. “We’re good.”

He walked the wall while the others trained in the courtyard. They couldn’t really expect him to work by himself.

They’d asked him if he wanted to join. Or less asked and more told him to when they'd arrived.

He thought he’d sent a fairly clear message when he flipped them the bird become becoming an actual bird and flying away. Spent the afternoon gathering dirt on all of them. Their horses were just so eager to share.

He’d spent a lot of time and energy not learning how to fight and he wasn’t going to change now just because he was living with witchers.

In a big crumbling keep.

It kind of looked like a fortress. A castle. Like something out of a storybook.

They did already have a princess.

How hard would it be to have a dragon?

He fluttered over a broken section of wall.

His keep shouldn’t have broken sections of wall. How was he supposed to keep his hoard safe?

Cause dragons had hoards. And were fiercely protective of them. He assumed.

What would he hoard? Instruments maybe. Admirers. Books.

Laughter roared in the courtyard. He looked down at them. At his family.

His.

Care for. Love. Protect.

He leapt between the stone’s crenellations.

What else made dragons dragons?

Old. Wise. Powerful.

Well there had to young stupid dragons. He could fill that niche. At least he was powerful. He had the sun warming his bones.

Prideful.

They were beautiful.

He wasn’t right now.

But he could be. He could be whatever he wanted.

The edge of the crenellation crumbled under his feet and he began tumbling down the steep walls to the cliffs below.

“What else can he turn into? Can he turn into a shrieker? A unicorn? A dragon?”

He spread his wings and twisted into the sky.

Freedom. It felt like freedom.

He loved to shift.

He loved this form.

He circled his home. His nest. His hoard, gathered in the courtyard as he landed.

“Fucking hell.”

He settled on the steps into the courtyard and tucked his chin over the edge to watch them back.

“That one’s new.” Geralt told them unhelpfully.

Rude. He huffed at Geralt. All hot air. The snow that had collected on his armor and hair melted.

“You’re a dragon!” Ciri marveled as she slowly reached out to touch him. Her small hand roving over the scales of his face. He rumbled his approval.

“Show off.” He smacked Geralt with the tip of his tail without looking away from Ciri.

“You’re so fucking warm!” Lambert was plastered over his flank. “I’m stealing your bard for the rest of the winter.”

“No you’re not.”

“It’s too damn cold in the keep. He’s mine now. Jaskier you’re mine now. I claim dibs.”

He’s got dibs Geralt. Guess I’m his now.

“That is not how this works.”

“It definitely is.” He’s right. It definitely is.

Geralt turned and started to walk away. He hauled him back by the scruff of his shirt.

Eskel leaned against him. “Not that I’ve seen a lot of dragons but-“

Creative liberties.

“Not going to be terribly educational then.” Vesemir sighed pretending not to be leaning into his warmth as much as he was.

I’m very educational. I’ve taught her what a red dragon might look like.

“Ciri this isn’t what red dragons look like.”

“It’s what a red dragon looks like.” He nuzzled her in approval.

It’s what your red dragon looks like. He pointed out.

“I suppose it is.” Lambert and Eskel made retching noises at Geralt. "What our red dragon looks like."

Ours. His chest broke out in a mighty purr. His hoard.

His family.

#shapeshifter au #shapeshifter!Jaskier #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #ciri #minor lambert/eskel/vesemir this chapter #i love those guys #writing

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mysaldate · 4 years

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hii! in honour of valentine's day, can you please give me some pick up lines the demons/demon slayers would say✌🥺 have a good day btww!

I’m terribly sorry for getting to you this late! There’s a lot of characters and as you all know, I was on a bit of an unwilling hiatus lately. Hopefully, I will be able to make up for the wait with this. Some of them will have more than one pick up line, some of them will even have serious ones since I felt like it would be better that way than to just meme my way through.

Demons and Demon Slayers Pick up Lines

Demons

Muzan: Not only would I kill for you but I would die for you all the same.Or: Do you prefer men or women? I just want to know how to boost my chances with you.

Kokushibou: My eyes are only on you.Or: My blood art is called Flesh sword. Want me to impale you?

Douma: I’ve been guiding people to paradise my whole life but only now did I finally find my own.Or: You’re lucky I’m not hungry because you sure are a snack!

Akaza: You should get a tattoo like me because you just stole my heart.Or: Wanna play basketball? Your hands can be the basket and I’ll give you the balls.

Hantengu: Every last bit of me likes you. Including the one that hates everyone.Or: I’d ask you out but you would most likely say no so I’ll just sit here and cry over a bottle of vodka and a whole chocolate cake. If you change your mind, I’ll share with you.

Nakime: I can make you fall for me in more ways than one.

Gyokko: Something’s fishy – you’re not dating me yet!Or: Wanna hold hands? I’ve got six of them!

Daki: Most humans are disgusting but you’re not so bad.

Gyutaro: The benefit of dating me is you would never have to worry about anyone wanting to steal me away from you.

Kaigaku: (before we get to him, here, have my exact thought process)

Kaigaku: You thought your first kiss would be Zenitsu but it was I, Kaigaku!Or: I’m gonna eat your peaches like no one has before.

Enmu: I’d like to drive my train in your station tonight.Or: Let’s see... This is like a dream for me. To die by your hand in person. And I so enjoyed hearing the other demons’ last gasps! I feel so blessed! Because I love to see others in despair and agony. Because it’s like a dream come true for me. I thank you for leaving me for last! (that was a pick-up line and you cannot convince me otherwise)

Rokuro: I was meaning to ask you out but then I realized how incredibly stupid that would be. I’ll leave you alone forever now.

Wakuraba: Damn, I’m losing my head over you.

Mukago: I accidentally bought two tickets to a scary movie so I’m looking for a cuddle partner right now. You interested?

Rui: Let’s play house. I could be your boyfriend.

Kamanue: Sure, it’s easy for you to say you can do better but what am I supposed to do when I want the best?

Sister Spider demon: My thread may be smooth as silk but good luck getting out of it once you’re tied to my bed.

Brother Spider demon: You know, my poison isn’t the only thing I can fill you with.

Father Spider demon: (Honestly, I have no idea. He isn’t exactly well-spoken. My best guess is he would just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and take you with him.)

Mother Spider demon: I hope you like bad girls because I am bad at everything!

Kyogai: They say you can’t write what you don’t know. Would you like to help me write the most romantic story ever?

Susamaru: Even if you say no, I will hug you with all my eight limbs like a giant spider until you go out with me.Or: I’d let you play with my balls any day.

Yahaba: If you don’t come to me on your own, I can simply make you, you know?

Swamp demon: We’re a package deal of everything you may ever need – the voice of reason, the voice of emotion and the voice that will break your enemies’ eardrums.

Hand demon: Ever heard of kitsune udon? Would you like me to make some for you?

Temple demon: I ain’t no saint but damn do I pray you’re single!

Tamayo: Eternity is a curse but by your side, I wouldn’t mind staying cursed forever.Or: If I weren’t already obsessed with ruining the life of another person, you would be on top of my list.

Yushiro: Lady Tamayo might have competition in you soon, you better watch out.

Nezuko: It doesn’t matter if the sun doesn’t burn me because your smile is much brighter anyway!

Demon Slayers

Yoriichi: I couldn’t slay Muzan but you, I am quite sure I can.

Jiggoro: It may be hard and it may be painful but after this hellish training is completed, our garden will be magnificent!

Urokodaki: I’m very good with children. Some of them even lived beyond their sixteenth birthday.

Shinjuro: At least if you marry me, you’ll get two great sons to compensate.

Uzui: I’m opening up the applications for my fourth wife position. Interested?

Himejima: Though I lived in a temple, I am not exactly a monk. I have made no celibacy promise.

Kyojuro: Darling, you set my heart ablaze!Or: Would you like to see my crimson red blade?

Obanai: Are you a snake charmer, because I sure am charmed.

Mitsuri: In the name of love, please go out with me!

Muichiro: I lost my phone number. Could I get yours?

Shinobu: You believe in female supremacy? Good.

Kanae: Let’s start as friends and maybe we can work our way up? Let’s work hard!

Genya: You know, demons aren’t the only thing I can eat really well.

Tanjiro: You smell really nice. Would you mind if I got a taste as well?

Sanemi: I will not share my ohagi with you but that doesn’t mean I don’t care, ok? Just so we’re clear.

Giyuu: As the water pillar, I know a lot about making people wet. Especially with tears.

Zenitsu: PLEASE MARRY ME OR I’LL DIE ALONE!Or: Do you like bad boys? No? Oh, thank goodness!

Inosuke: Among the boars, I would sing for you and give you lots of hugs and attention. Will you let me try even though you’re human?

Kanao: The coin told me to say yes to whatever request you may have. Pick wisely.Or: I was told to follow my heart. And it lead me to you.

Murata: I’m a completely average guy but sometimes that’s better than someone special, right?

Aoi: I may be frail but I can handle brats like you just like you deserve – with lots of love and strict training routine.

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prrplwtch · 4 years

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So, since we're on a roll with hickies, could we get Diavolo, Simeon, Barbados, and Solomon also not noticing they have hickies before for someone tells them?

Diavolo:

Diavolo’s a little bit perplexed by the strange glance Barbatos gives him, when he’s getting ready for the day. “Perhaps, it’s best you wear a different shirt today, my lord?” he says, and Diavolo wonders why he’d suggest that, until he glances in the mirror. Oh.

MC and he must have gotten carried away in the throes of passion the other night, because there are quite a few dark love bites on his neck.

While Diavolo himself doesn’t mind, he knows that it’s not quite befitting his position to carry on an affair with the human and that, while no one will openly say anything, flaunting such affairs would be quite unwise. So he follows Barbatos’s advice and wear the shirt that completely hides the marks.

He wants to talk to MC about showing more...restraint and not leaving as many marks, but in the end decides against it. After all, he can always wear a different shirt, and it would sadden him very much to stifle MC in the expression of her passion.

Besides, he just can’t handle when MC pouts and they will definitely do just that if he says that from now on he’s allowed to leave hickeys on them, but they are not allowed to leave hickeys on him.

Barbatos:

Barbatos does not know that anything’s amiss, until Diavolo looks at him during their morning meeting and says with a smirk, “Ah, good for you,” immediately making Barbatos wonder what he was referring to.

Finding the answer doesn’t take too long at all - as soon as Barbatos glances at his reflection, he notices that just above the collar of his shirt there is a deep red love bit. Oh.

He is not pleased with this discovery - while he has certainly enjoyed all the events that lead up to the emergence of this...love bite, he’d rather there would be no marks left on him. He views it as unprofessional, but also he does not really want the entire Devildom’s court talking about the fact that he’s sleeping with the human. He’s sure that some might know, but he’s much rather not put oil into the fire.

So when he next sees MC he tells them that they should try and not leave any love bites on his skin. MC’s not very happy of course, given that Barbatos himself quite enjoys leaving love bites on them. “But I’m discrete about it,” he points out to their argument.

When MC agrees in the end, Barbatos cannot help, but feel a little sad - there was something nice about having MC leave marks on his skin.

Simeon:

When Luke looks to Simeon one morning and asks if he’d been hurt, Simeon is a little bit surprised. “All is well with me,” he tells Luke with a soft smile, wondering why he’s worried. “Ah, good. There are bruises on your shoulders, so I thought you were hurt.”

Simeon wonders what Luke’s talking about, but when he looks in the mirror, the realization hits him. Oh.

Just under his collarbone is a dark red mark. A love bite. He didn’t know what those things were called before arriving to the Devildom.

Unfortunately for him, his outfit doesn’t lend too much coverage, and still he tries to move the cape a little higher to hide the evidence of the night of passion that he’d shared with MC. When he sees MC, he asks to speak to them and tells them that it would be best they don’t do this again, since Luke is unrelenting in his questions, worried that Simeon has been hurt by something. “What if it’s some kind of curse? Or if you were bitten by a spider here, or worse, a snake?”

Doesn’t really appreciate when MC laughs as he recounts Luke’s questions, but is happier when MC agrees to not do this again as to avoid causing another incident like that.

In the end MC lies to Luke - since angels aren’t supposed to lie - that they had dropped a book on Simeon, and hence the bruise. Simeon feels guilty about it, but then he cannot bear the thought of explaining what truly happened.

Solomon:

When Solomon runs into Asmo in the academy, and Asmo smirks at him and says, “Would you look at that,” Solomon can only sigh. He had his suspicions that MC’s love bites were sure to leave a mark on his skin, but now that suspicion have been confirmed.

Unfortunately for Solomon, he’d been running late for class, so he’d no time to check before leaving his dorm. Next time, he’ll know better than stay up all night engaging in certain activities when he has school the next morning.

He simply scoffs at Asmo - he knows too well that indifference is the best approach in this situations and that people - humans and demons alike - much prefer to gossip about someone that they can get a reaction out of.

Still, he cannot help but feel a little annoyed - both by the fact that there are marks on his skin and by the fact that someone noticed. To him, being someone who walks around with hickeys doesn’t quite fit his image.

So he’ll likely talk to MC and ask that they not leave love bites on his skin, at least in places where those can be easily visible to others.

This conversation will likely spark a sort of “competition” between the two, where they would leave love bites on each other’s skin, seeing who can get the closest to the “visible” areas without love bites actually ending up in those areas.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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dumbass-gryffindor · 3 years

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HPHM Character Profile: Autumn Clover

This awesome template was made by @hogwartsmystory

This is more focused on Autumn in her 5th Year

IDENTITY

Name: Autumn Clover

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Birth Date: 5/30/1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: %62.5/Half-Blood (Classified as a half blood by the ministry)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: African American

Nationality: American

Residence : Lives a bit secluded but the closest people to her home are muggles

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ENFP

THE MAGE

1st Wand:

Rowan wood

Unicorn hair core

11’ and unbending flexibility

2nd Wand:

Ebony wood

Dragon heartstring core

11 ¼ ‘

Animagus: Border Collie (orange and white)

Misc Magical Abilities: Legilimen

Boggart Form: Jacob being dead,insane or evil

Riddikulus Form: N/A (I have no idea how to make that funny)

Amortentia: Nighttime , baked goods, vanilla , cinnamon

Amortentia: Potion Supplies/Classroom,A bed of flowers, (Penny Haywood )

Patronus: Border Collie

Patronus Memory: It changes every time but it's mostly memories of Autumn and Jacob when they were younger

Mirror of Erised: Autumns family being happy

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Protego, Depulso, Patrounus Charm

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Nathalie Emmanuel

Voiceclaim: Im really bad at these but I have a few ideas

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Korra (Legend Of Korra )

Mary Saotome (Kakegurui)

Marceline (Adventure Time )

Game Appearance:

Height: 5’2

Physique: Average and if you squint she has a little muscle

Eye Colour: Dark Orange/Light Brown

Hair Colour : Burnt Orange

Skin Tone: Brown

Body Modifications: N/A

Scarring:

Right Shoulder (Ice Vault)

Left arm and on the front of her right hand (Vault of fear)

A bunch of other scratches (from Autumn being a reckless idiot)

Inventory:

A few pictures (The one from ‘A Christmas at Hogwarts’’, Another picture of all her friends during her 4th year, and a picture of her and Jacob when they were kids).

Cursed Vault notebook (contains everything Autumn knows/found out about the Vault’s).

Hair ties

Some kind of food

Locket necklace (If she's not wearing it )

Friendship bracelet (From Rowan and Ben )(Also if she's not wearing it )

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird

Affiliations/Organizations:

Kowalski Family

Clover Family

Hogwarts: School of WitchCraft and Wizardry

Gryffindor

Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Holyhead Harpies

American National Quidditch Team

Professions: N/A (for now)

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★★★★

DADA: ★★★★★★★★★★

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★★

Herbology: ★★★★★★★★★☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures ★★★★★★★★★★

Muggle Studies ★★★★★★★★★☆

Arithmancy ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Studies of Ancient Runes ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Quidditch: Captain as of 5th year,Chaser

Extra Curricular: N/A

Favourite Professors:

Kettleburn

Rakepick (Before betrayal)

Mcgonagall

Sikander (Muggle Studies) (I know we haven't even seen him in game yet but he seems like the best teacher ever)

Least Favourite Professors:

Dumbledore ( I know he’s not a professor but still )

RELATIONSHIPS

Brother: Jacob Clover

Father: Leo Clover

Mother: Stella Kowalski Clover

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Best Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Ben Copper

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Merula Snyde

Rival: Merula Snyde, Ismelda Murk

Enemy: R, Death Eater, Voldemort

Dormmates: Rowan Khanna

Pets:

Niffler - Pepper

Owl - Apple

Cat (Siberian) - Rowboat

Spider - Bunny

Puffskein - Dime

Closest Canon Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Ben Copper

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Merula Snyde

Andre Egwu

Tonks

Barnaby Lee

Jae Kim

Skye Parkin

Murphy Mcnully

Orion Amari

Talbott Winger

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Autumn's father Leo, was from a pureblood family in Europe. Her mother Stella had a sister named Ophelia. Stella and Ophelia were the daughters of Jacob Kowalski and Queenie Goldstein. They grew up with both wizard and muggle culture. The two were quite popular at school due to her parents reputation but they never let that get to their heads.

Stella would describe her younger self as a free spirit, she liked to travel a lot. That's how she met Leo Clover. They fell in love instantly and got married three years after they met. Leo moved to New York with Stella, but Leo’s family wasn't exactly pleased with this. The Clover’s wanted Leo to marry a pureblood, but Leo couldn’t care less about blood status.

In 1969 they had their first child Jacob Clover, named after Stella’s father. Jacob was the handful at first but once he got a little older he became calmer. Jacob was an adventurous soul and was always wandering off and he loved to learn. From a young age he had an interest in Quidditch, he loved going to the Quidditch world cup every year.

Autumn was born to Stella Kowalski and Leo Clover on 5/30/1973. Autumn clung to her brother's side like she was glued to him. Autumn wanted to be just like Jacob in every way possible. Like everyone else in her family, she had a fascination with magical creatures. She lived a really happy life in America.

But when she was 5 years old her family moved to Europe including her aunt and cousins. They lived a bit far from others, but the closest people were muggles. They lived in a better house compared to the one In America. There was plenty of backyard space for magical creatures to live outside.

Leo Clover was a part of the ‘Order of The Phoenix’ and fought against Voldemort. Leo had the suspicion that members of his family might be Deatheathers due to their Pureblood supremacy.

When Jacob started school in Autumn was distraught at first. She then realized that she would be able to write him letters and such. Jacob sent Autumn a letter once a week telling her stories about his first year at Hogwarts and all of the friends he had made. What he had failed to mention to her was all the trouble he was starting to get into due to the cursed vaults. He got into a bit of trouble when he came back from school for the summer. But that didn't stop him. Every year he became more and more distant and sent fewer and fewer letters. He stopped coming home for Christmas.

But the summer before Jacob's 4th year was when true tragedy struck. The family was out in Diagon Alley when two death eaters started a fight with Leo Clover. The fight ended with Leo’s death.

Things were never the same after that. Autumn's mother was strict before but now it has been taken to another level. Jacob was diving deeper and deeper into the search for the vaults. Autumn didn't hear from him until he came back for summer break, and when he came back he didn't have time for her.

During Jacob's 5th year things took a dark turn. During the middle of the year Jacob's friend, Duncan Ashe had died. Soon after that Jacob was expelled, a week after that Jacob went missing. It was all over the Daily Prophet, all the wizards and witches of Europe had heard about Jacob Clover. Everyone had different theories. Maybe he joined the dark lord , maybe he wanted to be the Dark Lord himself, maybe he was just plain crazy. Autumn was set on finding out when she went to Hogwarts, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

PERSONALITY

Snarky: Autumn picked up this trait from her brother. It takes a bit of getting to know her to see this side of her. Autumn may seem like a sweet person and she is but she's also very witty and snarky. She has the best comebacks, most times she doesn't even notice.

Curious: Ever since Autumn could remember she’s loved to ask questions. Hogwarts was the perfect opportunity for her to learn more. She not only likes to learn about different subjects she loves to learn about people. She likes to know things about her friends.

Loyal: Autumn's loyalty is unwavering. Once she considers you a friend she’ll always be there for you. She would make a good Hufflepuff.

Friendly: Some people might be scared of Autumn and not want to be near her. But she’s very sincere and supportive of all of her friendships. She does truly care for each one of her friends and would do anything for them.

Hard-working: Once Autumn has a goal in mind she’ll do anything to achieve it.Sometimes to the point where she ignores her own needs.

Protective: Once you're one of Autumn’s friends she feels a need to protect you. If anyone even dares to look at you the wrong way, Autumn is going to ‘deal with it’.

MISC

Autumn loves to show her friends things from America, whether it be Muggle or Wizard stuff.

You may not be able to tell at first glance but Autumn does like to read. It just has to be a topic she's interested in.

She knows how to bake due to her grandfather’s (Jacob Kowalski) bakery.

Autumn has a bunch of different notebooks.

Cursed Vault Notebook - She writes down everything she learns about the vaults

Diary - Formatted as letters to Jacob. Autumn planned to give them to Jacob when she found him.

Misc. - A bunch of random stuff from quotes from her friends to tally marks on how many times she had broken her nose

Gets competitive even with small things like Gobstones

Loves to just turn into her animagus form and run around

#Autumn Clover #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery

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dangan-meme-palace · 4 years

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PokeV3 AU – Boys!

Rantaro

Flying Type

His theme is loosely based on travel.

He got delibird because he canonly likes to bring back souvenirs. Mantyke was his first pokemon and hes been using it to travel around on the water. The rest he got just by traveling to different parts of the world.

Rantaro is a traveler for sure, but when he finally settles down I imagine he would become a pokemon breeder and he studies for that while traveling.

His family is different than canon so heres some info on them too:

His dad is like a green haired Saxton Hale. Used to adventure a lot but then settled and became a business man, and a surprisingly good one at that. He owns the poke center chain and a certain mansion where he let's people visit and battle the staff for fun. Absolutely loves the fact that his son is adventurous like he was and will pay for whatever he needs. Not worried about Rantaro because he turned out all right, so why wouldn't his son? Adventure runs in his veins haha! He's just a happy go lucky guy that really loves his kids and supports them.

His mom is VERY worried about Rantaro in stark contrast to her husband, and gets mad that her husband is so carefree about their own child. She waits impatiently for the day Rantaro finally settles down so she doesn't have to worry anymore. Very doting and cute!

His sisters arent lost, they're the poke center nurses!

Ryoma

Fighting Type

His theme is competition and teamwork!

Ryoma used to be one of the youngest people in the elite four until his pokemon got stolen by the antagonist team. He barely made it out alive, but lost his pokemon and hasn't been the same since.

Would only adventure if someone gave him hope that he could find them again. The adventure ends when he finds them all because he'll want to go back home and settle down now that he's finally got them back.

He wouldn't necessarily get back into the elite four after finding them because he's just not as enthusiastic as he used to be about fighting, but he would probably become someone that gives advice to young trainers around his town.

He used to be super famous when he was in the elite four, and everyone knew him for his competitive spirit and his good sportsmanship. Lots of people still remember him and wonder what happened to make him quit so suddenly.

While he's still missing his pokemon he would hate it when people would be like "omg weren't you in the elite four?!?!" but when he gets them back he just kinda cracks half a smile and chuckles, not really answering but also not saying no.

Korekiyo

Ghost Type

His theme is ancient culture to absolutely no one's surprise.

Frosslass was given to him by his sister. He found golett, yamask, and duskull in different archeological digs that he visited. Banette and misdreavus just took a liking to him, so they joined up with him. He's surprisingly really good with ghosts types? They just like him for some reason...

Korekiyo is an anthropologist like in canon.

His sister is alive but she's really frail after her health took a dramatic turn and has to stay home instead of exploring like she used to. She was super into ice type pokemon, but cant go catch them because her body can't handle the weather anymore.

Kork wants to show his sister the world she cant go out and see anymore and so he travels and brings back souvenirs and pictures for her. She's a little sad she can't go with him, but tries to keep her spirits up despite not being able to fulfill her dream and supports her little brother's dream instead. She's still getting used to the thought of not being able to adventure like she used to.

She was a kinda famous ice type trainer that was about to make it big before her health started failing.

Her health problem is hereditary and her mother died from it when Korekiyo was born because her body couldnt handle the illness and giving birth to Korekiyo at the same time. She won't die as long as she's careful, which includes not going into cold areas and not engaging in strenuous activity. Only the girls in the family get it, and no one really knows what it is.

They dont know where their dad went, but he left after their mother died because he couldn't stand the grief.

Gonta

Bug Type

Fun bug fact: he somehow managed to accidentally catch all the bug types people that freak people out (spider, centipede, wasp/bee hybrid, bugs with pinschers, the parasite one, etc). People have run away from battles with him before and he feels bad about it but cant figure out why they ran.

Gonta doesn't really battle so much as he goes looking for new bug type pokemon. Really enthusiastic about bug types and helps his professor by giving him all the field notes he writes.

Oddly doesn't seem to have any parents? The professor has basically adopted him at this point and they don't talk about it.

Kaito

Dragon Type

His theme is any pokemon he thinks is cool.

Kaito wants to be the champion and if he calls someone his sidekick it means he wants to have them be in his elite four.

He has a penchant for doing things he thinks other people would find cool. Probably has a fucking cape and sunglasses. Wants what Leon has so fucking badly but ends up looking like an egomaniac and a try hard on accident. Totally lies about his adventures to try and look cooler to people, but little does he know that no one ever believes him.

Hasn't actually traveled much despite what he may tell you, but you could get him to tag along as long as there are no ghost types involved. He's scared of them.

Hates cold weather.

Kokichi

Ghost Type

His theme was childish looking pokemon, but then they evolved so it's mischievous pokemon with cool and spooky lore

If the dex entry mentions anything about children, odds are he's caught it already. He's a magnet to those types of ghost pokemon for some reason.

The way he caught his drifloon was cuz it thought he was a little kid and tried to steal him lmao

Kokichi "haunts" (read: terrorizes the townsfolk of) whatever place he's at until he gets bored, then he goes to a new place and starts again. He's another one that oddly doesn't seem to have parents.

He gets excited by adventure and challenges, but I dont think he would leave his country unless he had people he really cares about ask him to go with them, and he'd only go because he doesn't want them to leave him. He'd eventually come around to the idea of traveling and really enjoy it, you just have to give him some time to adjust.

Kokichi in this AU gets really attached to places/things/people that leave an impression on him and doesn't wanna let them go kinda like how ghosts possess places and things and dont want to leave until they get exorcised or find closure. Luckily for Kokichi he "definitely doesn't" let himself get attached to things anymore. I wonder why...?

His tragic backstory is that he's always had an affinity to ghost types and that freaked everyone out so they basically cast him out when he was younger and he's lowkey traumatized by it. Was kinda raised by ghost types in an abandoned, haunted mansion after that because they liked him a lot. Raised in that place but eventually forced to leave because it was so decrepit that it finally collapsed.

Once he meets someone he likes who actually likes him too, he sticks to them like glue and doesn't let go. So much for not getting attached.

Scared of bug types.

Likes Falinks and Pawniard even though they're not ghost types.

Kiibo

Electric/Steel Types

Kiibo is human in this AU. He's a technology enthusiast and a huge fan of Miu's work.

Knows a lot about pokemon like Shuichi and would absolutely geek out with him, but his interest is mostly directed towards steel and electric pokemon rather than all of them, unlike Shuichi's interest in ALL pokemon.

Heir to his father's tech company and that's how he met Miu; she works for his dad. They're really good friends and have been for years.

Magearna has been passed down through his family.

Shuichi

Psychic Type

Shuichi is a pokemon fanatic and is probably in a pokemon fan club.

Studies all day about everything from type matchups to berries but gets overwhelmed and forgets everything he's learned until he really gets into the battle.

Not bad at battling when he's not overwhelmed.

He's good to have around because he's basically a walking wiki page.

He has a knack for finding pokemon and his life goal is probably to try and discover new species or types of pokemon.

His uncle is a detective and he still lives with him like in canon. He's tracks down lost pokemon more than anything though because those are the only cases he really enjoys working on. I imagine he would be like a lost pet/pokemon detective when he's older because that's his specialty.

Solved a big case involving the antagonist team when he was younger and wears a hat to hide his face so they don't recognize him and try to get revenge. Really, really hopes that it will eventually blow over.

He would be nervous about traveling very far, but looking on the bright side of things he gets a change in pace, some new experiences, a chance to avoid the antagonist team, and new friends. He would accept for those reasons, but he would only go with someone he trusts.

#PokeV3 AU #i changed the lore while writing this so im sorry if its not cohesive. i iust keep coming up with better ideas

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Best Friends Turned Foes - Part 6

Summary: Reader is an up and comer with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. The Reader’s relationship (lack thereof) with the one and only Bucky Barnes starts to become a problem, especially considering they’re usually moments from killing each other. They used to be best friends, but something in the past broke the bond. Y/N and Barnes bickering is now becoming too much, so Captain and Tony take it upon themselves to fix it by forcing them to work together.

**It’s been a while since I’ve posted for this series, but I’ve recently been motivated to continue writing and get back on track. Please forgive any contradictions or mistakes, I’m trying to do the best I can. Also, I lost the tag list, so if you’d like to be tagged or I’m tagging people incorrectly, please let me know. Oh and if it isn’t clear - italics are flashbacks.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1300

Warning: Angst, cursing

You sipped your wine as Bucky discussed his plan, after finishing he sat back up and watched you sip your wine. It was hard not to watch him glance at your lips, “So, what do you think?”

Sitting back, holding your wine glass to your chest, you let out a sigh, “Alright, I’m going to be completely honest.” You paused to watch his expression, he seemed interested and his guard was down, “Your plan sucks,” you let out a laugh.

He nearly flipped his table with his sudden stand, “Damn it, Y/N. I thought we were going to let the past be in the past and get past this petty shit.”

Taking another sip of your wine, you let a slow breath out to remain calm, “Well one Bucky, we can’t forget the past nor should we, but that’s not what is going on here,” your finger circled around his plan. “You’re having us do too much too soon, every single team out there are going to be showing off, that is just going to make them targets. We got to lay low until at least half the teams are out.”

“You’re crazy,” he soothed, “With your strategy and my field experience, we could take half the field out in a day.”

“Meanwhile painting a giant target on our back,” you finally stand to look him in the eye, “And with you on the team, we already got plenty of a target. Believe me, we are better laying low.”

Putting his hand through his hair, he took a seat, “Alright, let just say I’m listening to your idea. How do you suggest we lay low?”

Walking around the table and taking a seat next to him, you draw a great big x over his plan. He rolled his eyes at you, “Part of the mission is traveling to various locations, collecting clues, and making it to Starks giant, techno dome, which is where the fun begins.”

“Okay,” Bucky drug out, leaning back to look at you, “Your plan?”

“We have to be to that dome by a certain date, if we’re starting tomorrow that gives us 9 days. And not everyone is going to find all the clues, the more clues and tools the better, but part of this mission is to use your instinct and skills. Everyone wants to be the first to the clues and the dome, let’s take our time, enjoy a little vacation before the bloodshed and ass kicking.”

“Vacation,” he looked at you like you had six heads, “That’s your idea.”

You send a smile his way, “Bucky, you are absolutely right. I am crazy and this plan,” you point to your knee, “Literally no one will suspect because who wants to take their time during this competition, it’s about eat or be eaten. It’s just a bonus, everyone thinks we hate each other, it’s truly unbelievable that we’d be a happy couple traveling around.”

“A happy couple,” he mused at you, “There is a flaw in your plan. You actually hate me, we wouldn’t be able to pull this off.”

You shot up, stomping away from him to look out the window, “Here we are again, you always find a way to assume the worst of me. You never believed me, not ever.”

Nat opened a bottle of champagne, prepping a few glasses for everyone. Clint walked around the counter, pulling you into a great hug, “I knew you had it in you, all the hard work finally paid off.”

“I was getting desperate, thought I’d have to get the kid to find a radioactive spider,” you laughed, hugging Clint tighter.

“I’m just pissed about doing the paperwork again, no one does paperwork like you do, now I’m going have to pull my own weight,” he mumbled.

You shake your head, pushing him away, “Do me a favor, just remember to capitalize and use some punctuation.”

You were trying not to think about one of your colleagues, your friend, not believing in you. It was easier to focus on the future than the past. Captain came around with Tony and a few other members of the team. Everyone was giving you well wishes.

Bucky walked in, “What’s with the celebration?”

You skipped up to him, pulling him into a hug, “I officially part of the team, I just got cleared for field missions.”

The smile left his face and he made eye contact with Cap, “Field missions,” he questioned.

The cogs in your brain started to click, the expression he shared with his best friend, “It was you.”

He finally looked at you, “You, you were the one who didn’t believe in me. You told them not to put me in the field. You knew how badly I wanted this,” you pulled away from him like he was burning you.

You felt numb and betrayed, you didn’t think you could feel so angry, especially at Bucky, “Babe, you have to understand I’ve got a century experience of the worst, you just so,” you didn’t let him finish.

“Fragile, human, weak, helpless, go on Bucky tell me how small and useless I am,” you yell at him, “I can’t believe it.”

Cap stepped closer to you, “Why don’t be forget about what was said before and focus that you made it. Tony is already working on your first mission.”

“Hell yeah I am,” Tony stepped in, trying not to not be so amused that he isn’t in the middle of the drama, “So let’s take this time to toast our girl, Y/N, welcome to the team.”

Through this entire speech, you just stared at Bucky in shock. He was looking at Steve, like he was the one betrayed, “I thought we talked,” he tried to whisper to him, “You know how I feel,” he said to his friend.

Looking at him, not even acknowledging everyone’s cheers for you, you whisper, “I hate you.” It was so low, you felt you were the only one to hear it, “I hate you,” you said again.

His eyes shot to you, looking hurt and scared, “No, Y/N, you have to understand, I didn’t mean.”

“You were my best friend.”

“Were,” he questioned.

You shake your head, “My best friend and you didn’t believe in me,” you look at him once more before putting your glass down and running towards your room. You’ve never felt pain like this.

“Hold on,” he followed you to the window, “I thought we were trying to move past the past and don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I meant.”

“I never said anything about the past being the past, Bucky. That’d be too easy on you,” you said. You weren’t able to look at him, “What I am saying is, we can win this. I can prove myself to the crew if we fake it and it’ll be easy because I actually used to like you.”

He took a deep sigh, scratching the back of his head, “Alright, let’s go with your plan, for now. But I get to put my input when I deem necessary. You can’t always question my plans.”

“Right back at you cupcake,” you use his nickname against him. You put your hand out to shake his. He grips your hand, “We’ve got a deal.”

“Let the vacation begin, princess.”

You try your best to crush his hand and he just chuckles at you, “Buck, I think your first disguise should be a mullet, it’ll be very becoming of your soul.”

“Only if you go blonde with some double ds,” he pushed back at you with a smirk.

Hate is just radiating off you, but you take a deep breath, and make your way out of his room, “See you in the morning partner, wear your comfy shoes.”

PART 7

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fiction #angst

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a family's bond - chapter three

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/29878746/chapters/73922889)

words: 3735

summary:

"I hate it here," Peter whispered.

"I know," said Harley tiredly. They were curled up on the top bunk of their bunk bed together. They craved genuine physical affection after too many months of being touch-starved or physically hurt—there was no in-between—and being on the top bunk meant that they were harder to reach.

Dan was in his bedroom down the hall snoring off the alcohol. He'd gotten rejected for the promotion he'd been working towards for the past year and he'd drowned his sorrows in a bar somewhere before coming home to take out his frustration on them. He'd been too drunk and uncoordinated to cause any lasting harm—or harm that should have obviously still been there a day later—but the encounter had shaken them, Peter especially.

He'd come from a loving home, but in the matter of minutes both of his remaining family members had bled out in front of him and he'd been tossed in the system. He wasn't used to the harsh cruelties of the world—though he'd gotten a taste of it when he was four and eight, respectively—and it had left him reeling.

"I wish we could just... leave," Peter mumbled.

"Me, too."

The only reason Tony remembered that the internship competition was happening today was because he had been flicking through the Tower's security cameras in boredom and got curious when he saw a bunch of kids roaming around one of the empty intern levels. Friday, when he'd asked her, had helpfully informed him that the competition that he'd agreed to a month back was happening. To be fair, it had been over a month since Pepper had brought up running the internship competition for good press—which Tony, and therefore the company, needed after the plane holding all of the Avengers's items crashed near Coney Island.

(Spider-Man, who had stopped Toomes from stealing his plane, was still swinging around but Tony had yet to find out the man's identity. He'd considered finding him for some extra help in Germany but had been unable to track him down. His curiosity over the vigilante hadn't yet diminished, but had been buried under all of the shit that had happened since then.)

When Pepper had originally brought up the idea of accepting high school interns from the local STEM schools, he'd been reluctant to accept. Stark Industries had only ever taken college interns and there were a number of reasons as to why accepting high schoolers, people between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, wasn't a great idea. There was the fact that they were young, inexperienced, and most likely couldn't keep up with the other high school interns, for example. (Of course, SI could've just had them as assistants, people who got coffee and answered phones, but that would've completely ruined the idea of getting good press by offering high schoolers an opportunity to actually do work for Stark Industries.) But there was also the fact that once the internship ended upon their graduation (as SI was sponsoring the school through their students), they could go to a different tech company and teach them all they learned. And, while this wasn't as important as the other point, there was a chance that the high schoolers weren't intelligent enough to keep up with SI's college interns and the other employees, wasting the company's time and resources and giving them the potential to ruin projects that they needed to get out.

There were, however, as Pepper has so graciously pointed out, also benefits of hiring high school interns that Tony had to consider. Giving a high schooler the opportunity to use SI's labs and research could give the kid a good career in the future, and Tony wasn't one to deny the fact that more minds in the technology field was a good thing. The internship could also set them up to have a paid internship during college, as well as a college scholarship that SI often provided, which often led to most of those interns getting accepted for various job positions after graduation. This could also make them loyal to Stark Industries, which was valued and needed in future employees. Stark Industries was one of the top tier tech companies in the world, and as they developed a lot of revolutionary tech and provided for the military, that meant that they also had a lot of secrets.

But most of all, which Tony often focused on, the internship helped the kid further their intelligence and experience with tech which gave them the possibility of changing the world for the better. It was at that point that Tony signed the form, both out of guilt for what happened to Charlie Spencer, and because it reminded him of the September Foundation, which was a program that wasn't connected to SI that funded schools and prodigies to further education.

Even after all of the thinking that Tony did after signing the form (such as working with others in the company about how the internships would happen, as well as how the kids should get their internships), he still managed to forget about the internship until he came across the kids in the usually empty intern lab and Friday informed him of the competition.

Tony idly watched as the teenagers wandered around the room, some chatting with each other and some focusing on setting up their projects. Happy was standing in the corner, looking decidedly Not Happy, which made him chuckle to himself.

"You think I should visit Happy before he becomes Grumpy?" Tony asked Friday, glancing over his workbench. He'd surprisingly gotten a lot of work done this past month (it was better to bury himself in work rather than drink all day, he hadn't touched alcohol in ages and he didn't intend to break his sobriety anytime soon, he'd only just gotten Pepper back) and so he was fiddling with a project he started ages ago but never completed.

"I believe he would appreciate the distraction," Friday said, something like amusement in her tone, "but he would probably dislike your version of 'distraction', Boss."

Tony smirked at the thought of making a big show of going down there and Happy's reaction to it—though he wasn't going to do something like that as he wasn't in the mood for having a crap ton of eyes on him and he didn't want any of the kids to get distracted—and he stood, saying, "That settles it, then. Let's go see if I can turn that frown upside down." Though Friday didn't say anything, Tony got a sense that she was chuckling. It had been over a year since he'd installed her programming and she was becoming more and more human-like every day, forming a personality that was all her own. She was snarky like him, brazen like Pepper, kind and open to those Tony trusted, but cold and reserved to people he didn't know or like, such as Secretary Ross.

Instead of heading down to the intern lab, Tony headed up to the penthouse to shower and change in something that wasn't an old band t-shirt and a pair of oil-stained jeans. By the time he finished dressing in a pair of slacks, a t-shirt, and a blazer (as well as a pair of glasses, he didn't want to be completely noticeable), all of the specialists and heads from R&D who were "grading" the high schoolers' projects were walking around the room.

Tony lingered outside of the lab that the kids were in, watching as they presented their projects to various senior engineers that SI employed. He'd worked with most of them at one point or another, and he often spoke with some of them during R&D meetings (while he was no longer CEO, he still had a high position in the company as CTO and COB), so he trusted their judgement on the kids' projects.

Quite a few of the projects didn't really resemble anything that Tony felt that Stark Industries was looking for or currently working on. There were some robots and drones, but SI already made drones, and the same was could be said about prostheses. They were mostly arms, though Tony spotted what looked to be a poorer, tinier version of the exoskeleton leg prostheses he made Rhodey. He made a mental note to look at the recordings for those presentations since Pepper had asked him to judge some of the projects, which was one of the real reasons he was down here (though potentially annoying Happy was certainly a plus). While they weren't particularly advanced or impressive, what was impressive was the fact that those students (some appeared to be in pairings) had managed to create prostheses or drones in a month while doing school.

Another glance led his eyes to a corner of the room opposite Happy. There were two kids presenting what looked to be a piece of cloth. The one holding it, the one with dirty-blonde-slash-mousy-brown hair, spun the fabric around to reveal wires. A tablet sat on the workbench they were near and the shorter kid was making exaggerated hand movements much like Tony did when he was explaining something. The other kid, a brunette with curly hair, was gesturing to the tablet and made a chopping motion in the direction of the fabric.

Their project didn't look anything special—in fact, it looked particularly underwhelming compared to all of the drones and robots around them—but that intrigued Tony.

"If you stare any longer someone will notice you, Boss," Friday said, making Tony jump slightly. "Mr Hogan already has."

"Thanks for the warning, Fri," Tony said as his eyes jumped to Happy, who was staring in his direction with a raised brow. Tony nodded to him before slipping into the room, hopefully unnoticed to everyone except Happy. Most kids were too preoccupied presenting their projects or preparing themselves to present their projects to notice someone slipping through the front door.

He made his way around the room, taking in bits of pieces of everyone's presentations. The room was cluttered enough that he went mostly unnoticed and his casual clothes and glasses didn't exactly scream "Tony Stark" to anyone. He walked around with his own StarkPad (an upgraded version, of course) taking notes of the presentations which interested him and the names of those kids. It not only partially hid his face from view and made him look like any other employee, but he was also curious about the projects and he wanted to get an in-person feel for the presentations to give his notes on.

Tony eventually made his way to the two kids he spotted earlier and he lingered a few feet away at an empty table as they finished their presentation. They shook hands with one of the senior employees that Tony recognized and had worked with, a Michael Wilkes whose grandfather had worked with Howard, and Tony walked up to them before anyone else did.

Both were whispering to each other but looked up as Tony approached. They obviously recognized him by the widening of their eyes.

"Hey," Tony said easily, giving them what he hoped to be a reassuring please-don't-yell-that-I'm-here smile.

"Hi," said the blonde one faintly. The brunette's jaw worked like he wanted to say something but he settled on an awkward wave. The older one spoke again. "Uh, sir, not that I'm complaining or anything, but what are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd stop by," Tony said with an easy shrug as he ignored Happy's eyes on him. The man had watched his procession around the room, but now that he was actually speaking to some kids instead of watching their presentations from a distance, he could feel his friend's gaze become more intense. Tony ignored it and nodded towards the kids' project. "Your project caught my eyes when I first came in, I want to hear about it."

"O-Of course, sir," the brunette stuttered slightly and Tony's press-ready smile softened slightly. The kid's nervousness was somewhat endearing. He drew in a breath and gestured to the cloth-like substance that the blonde was holding. "This is our Pressure and Injury Sensing System."

Tony blinked as his mind automatically made an acronym of the name and he smirked slightly. "So, PISS," he joked, hoping to lessen the kid's nervousness.

It worked somewhat. The brunette's face turned bright red and the blonde snickered to himself. "Peter, I told you we should've named it something else."

"Harley, zitto!" the brunette, Peter, hissed to the blonde, Harley, and Tony smiled at the casual use of Italian and in amusement. Peter glanced at Tony and groaned to himself when he spotted his amused smile. "I couldn't think of a different name and no one's commented on it so far!"

"Yeah, you're going to have to change the name if you end up getting an internship here, kid," Tony said. "So, what does your Pressure and Injury Sensing System do?"

Harley looked like he was going to make a deadpan remark, something like "It senses injuries," but he let Peter take the lead as he allowed Tony to examine the cloth they made.

"A-As the name implies, our project senses pressure and injuries. Um, as you can see, the cloth we made is both durable and stretchy, so a simple multimeter wouldn't have worked. Instead, we lined the cloth with wire and programmed an app to detect the differences in pressure via Bluetooth," Peter began to explain, starting off shaky in nervousness before his voice became more confident as he began to make hand gestures between the cloth and the tablet.

Tony peered at the cloth and stretched it slightly. As Peter had said, it was durable and stretchy, easily snapping into place, and he wondered where it had come from since he didn't recognize it. He focused on the wiring, which was exposed in some areas so it was visible to the judges, and followed it up to a little microchip that Tony was pretty sure came out of a Bluetooth mouse or something similar. He glanced at the tablet, which displayed a section of the human arm.

Noticing his gaze, Harley said, "It would've taken too long to code the app to any part of the human body so we only coded it to an average human arm—the ulna and radius, in particular."

"Huh." Tony had similar technology—in fact, he'd originally thought of making something similar when he'd first considered recruiting Spider-Man—and he knew personally how much coding that would take and how difficult the algorithms would be to code. It was pretty impressive for two teenagers to do in a month, at any rate, since they had to start from scratch. "What type of trauma did you code it for? Blunt force?"

"Yes, sir," Peter said before explaining, "We originally came up with the idea for soldiers or policemen, so we wanted to code it for, like, puncture wounds but that would've been too difficult to figure out in a short timespan. It could be a part of their uniform and it would inform whoever has the tablet—or a computer—what types of injuries they're going. That way if soldiers are injured in battle whoever's in charge of emergency medical care could be informed of their injuries ahead of time."

"What about vitals?" Tony asked. He pressed on the fabric a little and a corner of the tablet informed him in newtons how much pressure he was exerting.

"We planned on making a ballistocardiogram sensor but we didn't have the materials for it, sir," Harley said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Tony could tell that he felt uncomfortable saying that—based on their clothes, the kids probably came from less-than-fortunate homes—so he didn't prod, just nodded understandably.

"This material," Tony said instead, messing with a swatch of the fabric that had been lying on the table, "who manufactured this? I've never seen it before. It's pretty incredible and looks pretty resistant so far."

Harley jerked a thumb at Peter, who smiled shyly at the praise.

"What's it made of?" Here Peter bit his lip and shrugged, making Tony lift his eyebrow. "Ah, keeping it a secret, I see. Reeling me in and then once you've secured my interest, you leave that little bit dangling to make me want it even more. I get it." Tony smiled to let Peter know that he was joking, but he really was interested in the fabric. He'd never heard of a kid making their own type of spandex or kevlar before, which it kind of resembled.

Peter looked like he was going to say something before his eyes flickered to the side. Tony turned and spotted one of the R&D intern lab directors, John Richards, that he'd often spoken to concerning intern projects.

"Hello, Mr Stark! Decided to see which kids are going to be SI's new interns?" Richards asked.

"Yep," Tony stated plainly before turning Richards's attention to Peter and Harley. "Have you met Peter and Harley, yet? They're interested in making technology for deployed soldiers. They have this little prototype that senses pressure and cross-references it with force to determine an injury someone can acquire. And this tablet here displays the possible injury."

"This prototype was programmed for injuries to the forearm," Harley told Richards, no doubt feeling odd that Tony was explaining their project for them. "The app I coded should display the amount of force in newtons as well as whether or not you're in danger of breaking the bone or not."

"Interesting," Richards murmured, examining the sensor that Tony had left on the table. "Can we test it out?"

"Of course, sir," Peter said, his voice quieter than it had been earlier. Tony blinked at the difference, surprised that the kid was so reserved now that Richards was here. "Just place it so the wires are down and hit it." Richards did as told and struck the sensor. The action made both Peter and Harley flinch away from him, which made Tony frown slightly in concern. It looked like they thought Richards would hit the, but then Tony remembered that a lot of people flinched if someone hit something near them, so it must've been that. He watched as the screen displayed the force of his strike as well as the possible injury, a bruise.

"Hey, Fri, how accurate is this?" Tony said.

Friday's voice came out of his StarkPad speaker, "My resources determine that a strike with that amount of force correlates to a mild bruise. Mr Parker and Mr Keener's sensor pad appears to be fairly accurate."

"Is that an AI?" Peter asked, his eyes lighting up.

"How does she know our last names?" Harley asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at Tony's tablet.

"Friday's my AI, she knows everything," Tony said, waving his hand dismissively. "She has access to all of SI's records, including the information you entered onto those participation forms."

"That's kinda creepy, man," Harley commented. "Useful, but creepy."

"Parker and Keener, huh?" Richards asked from where he was messing around with their sensor. "I'll have to write that down, see what the others think of your project. This project could be extremely useful for the military." The man then looked up at Tony with narrowed eyes and said teasingly, "You're not going to steal these two for yourself, are ya', Mr Stark?"

Tony blinked slightly in surprise. He hadn't really considered getting an intern himself since he only ever worked in his private labs. He knew plenty of senior engineers who said that their own interns helped a lot but he'd always thought that they would be in the way. But, he did have a lot of incomplete projects in his workshop and labs_ and_ he'd been oddly bored recently.

"Hmm…" he hummed, looking at both Peter and Harley. Both seemed extremely bright and intelligent—it was clear due to their project; the app, the sensors which looked like they were made out of junk materials (and they probably were), and the fabric itself—and they probably wouldn't have trouble keeping up with some easy projects or grunt work that he needed to be done. Plus, even though he'd just met them, he kind of liked them.

"Maybe, maybe not. I've never really considered it before, I'll have to talk to Pepper about it," Tony said with a shrug. He nodded to them, told Peter and Harley that they had an internship-worthy project, before taking his leave.

As he walked away, he heard a stunned echoed, "What?" that made him hide a smile.

Tony didn't stop at any other projects, though he saw a few more that he liked—individual finger prostheses and a robotic arm that moved with your own movements—and he eventually got to Happy.

"Enjoying babysitting duty?" he said as he approached the man.

Happy snorted. "I can't believe Pepper wants me to stand here for a few hours," he said. "So far all I've seen was a few kids run to the bathroom down the hall sick out of nerves. Friday kept an eye on them for me. What about you? I thought you didn't like this type of stuff."

Tony shrugged. "I was bored and made a promise to Pepper. We only just got back together and I don't want to upset her," he admitted.

"I saw that you stopped at one of the tables," Happy said. "What was that about?"

"These two kids made this really cool injury sensor from scratch. I saw them before I came in and it interested me since they were one of the few kids who didn't make a robot or anything. Turns out that they programmed their own app to detect injuries, probably scrapped the materials they used to make the sensor itself, and the one kid made the material. It's really cool, too. Durable and stuff, doesn't tear when I pull on it. Here, feel," Tony said, taking the swatch of fabric he'd taken from the table. He didn't think he kids would mind, they had a few dozen swatches left.

Happy raised a brow and took it. He tugged on the spandex-like material, twisting it and pulling it. It didn't stretch and bounced back to its original position. "Huh. Feels like spandex or stretchy kevlar. Should I try to cut it?" Happy suggested curiously.

"You got a knife on you?"

Happy responded by pulling a knife out of the inside of his jacket. He did a few cuts on the edge, applying more and more pressure each cut. The first few just dented and only the last two cut. He then cut longways along the face of the fabric which also dented and cut slightly. It was only when Happy tried to stab it did the knife go through completely.

"Wow," said Tony in surprise, taking the fabric back as Happy put his knife away. "That's really durable for something so thin." It wasn't the thinnest fabric since it was around the width of a piece of cereal box cardboard, but it held up pretty well against the knife. He touched the cuts and squinted when he saw that the dents on the edges had smoothed out.

"You said they made that?" Happy asked, looking at the cloth appraisingly.

Tony nodded. "Yeah, but the kid wouldn't tell me how. Think I should run some tests on it?"

"Did he give you permission?"

Tony shrugged. "No, but I might give the kid and his partner an internship with me, so I think it's okay."

It took Happy a few moments to process what he'd said. "Wait, what?"

#peter parker #tony stark #harley keener #peter parker is spider man #harley keener is spider man #spiderman #iron man #foster care #stark internship

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buckysrighthanddoll · 4 years

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Gluttony

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (college AU)

Warnings: drinking, fluff, a teensy bit of angst (y’all know it’s me lol), swearing

A.N.: This is part two of my Seven Deadly Sins series!!! Read part one here called “Envy” with Bucky Barnes :)

You were never the drinking type. Throughout high school, you maybe had three drinks. It wasn’t that you were consumed with your bookwork or couldn’t sneak out to parties. You had plenty of opportunities.

It was now the third year of college. You were well on your way to your degree, you had an established friend group, and you had a decent enough social life. But when MJ invited you to a party this Friday, you found yourself feeling nervous.

There were a few parties in college that you attended. Every time you got uncomfortable and left early. Every time you stood in the corner with one or two of your friends from class. Every time you were home by midnight.

This time was different.

“MJ, you know--”

“That you’re a lame-ass who won’t hang out with some friends?” MJ interjected. “Come on, (Y/N), it’s just us. Even Ned is gonna be there.” Before you could even respond, she spoke again. “Peter said he’d be there.”

That caught your attention. You contemplated the decision in your head--the party was this Friday, which gave you today to prepare; however, you had a test at 10:00 am on Saturday.

“Fine. You said it was at your apartment, right?”

“Yes. Be there at 10 to help me set up,” MJ smiled, pivoting on her feet and heading to her next class. You sighed and gave a half-smile at her.

MJ knew damn well that you had a thing for Peter. And, beyond that, she insisted that he liked you, too. It was a load of bullshit, but she wouldn’t change her mind.

Finishing your classes for the day was easy. Today was Thursday, which meant you had Art appreciation, Spanish 312, and organic chemistry. That night, you set up your studying supplies and got to work.

Within an hour, you lost focus. You kept worrying about that damn party, but you logically knew that you didn’t need to. It was a few friends. Peter, Ned, MJ, and her boyfriend Mark were the only people that were supposed to be there. They were all people that you knew and trusted. As long as you didn’t drink, you’d be fine.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” Peter said, making you jump. He laughs, which immediately eases your anxieties. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I left my door unlocked again, didn’t I?” You asked, standing from your desk. He nods his head and sits on the chair by the kitchen counter. “You want something to drink?”

“Water, please,” He responds. He was always so polite, even though you’d known him since sophomore year of high school. The two of you knew everything about each other. He knew about your past traumas and experiences; you knew that he was Spider-Man.

Ya know, the usual.

You got the glass of water and threw a couple of personal pan pizzas in the oven. “I thought you were gonna study for the test on Saturday.”

“I got bored,” Peter shrugs. You sit next to him and rest your arm on the counter. “Figured I’d come to see my favorite girl,” He smiles. He gives one of those small smirks that he (recently) found to drive girls mad, but you simply raise your eyebrow.

“She’s probably in my room.”

At the perfect moment, a fuzzy black cat prances into the kitchen. Her name was Razzle, Razz for short, and she was the cutest damn cat to grace your existence. Peter adored her. There were times when you’d come home from class and see him playing with her on the floor. There were times when Peter would stay the night, and you’d wake up to see a fuzzy black ball on his chest. The scene was so cute that you took a picture (which may or may not be your lock screen, shh).

Razz jumps into Peter’s lap and immediately starts purring. His smile gets even bigger, and he scratches under the cat’s chin (the sight alone makes your heart soar).

“You wanna watch a movie?” Peter asks.

The oven dings, making you stand up to get the pizza. “As long as we can go over the vocab for the test afterward.” Peter groans, but you know that it’s sarcastic. “Deal.”

Peter goes to the living room area and turns on a random movie. You place the pizzas on paper plates and carry them out to where he’s sitting on the couch, his feet propped up onto the table. At least he had his socks on.

Thirty minutes into the movie, you weren’t paying attention anymore. All you could focus on was the way the screen lit Peter’s face; the way his eyes followed every action; the way his body jerked during a fight scene; the way his lips looked so soft and kissable and--

“Is there something on my face?” Peter asked. You snapped your gaze to the empty plate ahead of you. That’s one thing that you loved about Peter--besides his improved spidey-senses, he (sort of) grew out of his awkwardness.

“No, uh, I got lost in thought,” You lied. You grabbed his empty plate and took it to the kitchen to throw in the garbage. Taking a second to collect yourself, you went back to the couch. You scoffed at Peter, who was under a blanket and taking all three spots. “You’re such a dipshit.”

“But I’m your dipshit,” Peter retorted. You rolled your eyes as he sat up, allowing you to sit where his head just was. You plopped yourself down, and Peter rested his head on your lap, lying on his side to still face the TV.

Peter fell asleep twenty minutes later. Your hand was in his hair, softly playing with his curls, and soon enough, the soft snores ensued.

You stayed there for several moments after the movie ended. It was easy to bypass the credits rolling on the screen, especially when Peter was right there. Head in your lap. An arm draped across your thighs. You could see yourself doing this every weekend with him--waking him up, getting to the bedroom, holding each other until the early morning.

It was stupid how much you loved him. He was your best friend throughout high school and college. He was with you through every smile and tear. It was just impossible for you not to harbor anything more than a friendship.

Once the title screen popped back on, you shook Peter awake. He hums groggily and opens his eyes. As he realizes that he fell asleep on your lap, he goes red in the face and sits up.

“I didn’t realize I was even tired,” He says, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m sorry. I, uh, I gotta get home, though. We have an 8 am tomorrow.” Peter gets up from the couch and makes his way toward the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” You said, standing up and following him. “Goodnight. Be safe, love you,” You added, hugging him.

“‘Night (Y/N/N), love you, too,” Peter responded. He left, and you took that as your cue to get to sleep.

Your classes breezed by the next day. You and Peter’s 8 am class was spent reviewing material for tomorrow’s test, and your ten am consisted of you being a TA for your Spanish professor. She just had you look through papers while she taught about the subjunctive tense.

At your apartment, you texted MJ to ask what you should wear. She arrived twenty minutes later and immediately began searching through your closet. She explained that it was still casual since it was just a few friends, but your usual plain t-shirts and jeans weren’t going to cut it.

MJ picked a tight-fitting shirt with a v-neck. She said that it made you look insanely attractive, especially when paired with the (extremely short) denim shorts that you hardly ever wore.

You decided just to straighten your hair and do basic makeup. It consisted of only eyebrows, eyeliner, and mascara; it was a bit more than your daily makeup, but if you were going to a party, you didn’t want to mess it up.

After getting dinner, you and MJ went to her apartment and began setting up. There was a beer pong table, food set out on another table, and all of the alcohol she could afford on a third table. You put a playlist on her TV screen and then put the remote behind it. It was all said and done within an hour.

You turned on the strip lights right as Mark got there. He greeted his girlfriend with a short kiss, and then he came and hugged you. Mark was a sweet guy; he treated MJ right, and he was great at communication, plus he made an effort to be friends with her friends.

Ned showed up half an hour later, and Peter was right behind him. You already had three shots, but they hadn’t kicked in yet; it was probably for the best because all you could think when you saw him was damn.

He wore a dark grey v-neck shirt and dark denim jeans. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower shortly before leaving, as his hair was still slightly damp. MJ had to hip check you to pull your attention back to the conversation.

“You need to tell him eventually,” She starts. “I mean, he totally has it bad for you, too.”

“Bullshit,” You sang. “He’s my best friend, besides you. That’s it.” You looked at the table and picked up the peppermint schnapps. “Another shot?”

“Using liquor as a negative coping mechanism. Same,” MJ nodded, smiling as she grabbed the shot glasses. “Competitive?”

“Bet,” You answered, pulling out a five from your pocket. She threw down an additional five and called Mark over to call it so that it wasn’t biased.

You both set the shot glasses on the counter and got ready. Mark slapped the table, and you and MJ threw the glasses back and slammed them back down. You won by a fraction of a second, making you throw your arms up.

“Didn’t think you were a drinker, (Y/L/N),” MJ laughed.

“I’m not,” You smirked. You grabbed the money and put it in your pocket, lining up another shot and downing that one too. “But distractions are distractions.”

“You really need a therapist,” Ned laughed.

Within an hour, you were blasted. Although you’d been slightly tipsy before, you’d never been full-on drunk before. MJ was right there with you, Mark was somewhat behind, and Ned was tipsy. Peter, who had slowly been sipping on his drink, was hardly beyond sober.

The five of you were playing Cards Against Humanity in the living room. MJ had the lead, but that didn’t shock anybody; she was declared the friend group’s funniest. You were near behind, though, which was shocking only because you’d thought Ned should be in your position.

It wasn’t like it mattered to you. All that mattered was that you and Peter sat next to each other, thighs pressed to one another, and his arm was resting on the couch cushions behind your head. If you thought that dealing with your emotions was hard when you were sober, then you were in a world of trouble when it came to you being drunk (and him being this close).

Gluttony was not your usual sin. Indulging in vices like drinking wasn’t typical of you. On any other day, you’d throw yourself into your studies, or maybe you’d be planning your study abroad that was coming up. But drinking? That was out of the ordinary.

Tonight was different. You wanted to let loose--to forget about your emotions. But that wasn’t happening, now was it?

After your game was up, you partied some more. You expected to forget about your emotions; instead, you found yourself forgetting how to care about preserving them. A few shots here, some dancing there, and you were more carefree than you had been in years.

Around three in the morning, you were tired. More than that, you had to be up at eight to get ready for your test at ten. You found yourself stumbling to get your things together so you could walk home, but Mark was trying to stop you.

“(Y/N), it’s past midnight in a college city, and you’re as drunk as a skunk. Just stay here,” Mark tried. MJ was right behind him and insisting that you at least call a taxi or an Uber.

“I’ll be fine,” You assured, nearly falling over as you slipped your shoes on. Peter, thankfully, catches and steadies you. He keeps an arm around your waist, which makes your already reddened face burn even hotter.

“I’ll take her home. I’m sober,” Peter says, looking at MJ. “Besides, we both have a test in seven hours--I need the sleep.”

“Drive safe, man,” Mark says, pulling Peter in for a hug. Peter gives MJ and Ned a hug, and then he’s by your side, leading you to his car.

It was a short and silent drive. Thank gods. You weren’t in any state to be talking to someone who you’ve harbored romantic feelings for.

Peter took you inside your apartment. The moment the door shut behind him, he locked it and got to your bedroom. He picked out some sleep shorts and an old shirt for you to sleep in, and he left you to change while he grabbed some water for you.

You sat in bed as he walked back into the room, setting the glass on your nightstand.

“You’re too nice,” You whined. “Aren’t guys supposed to be assholes or something?”

“I’m the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man--I’m not quite like most guys.” Peter smiles and lifts the covers, letting you get under them. Once you’re laid back, you take a sip of your water, and he closes the windows and curtains. He comes back to pull the blankets over your chest. Then, he starts to leave.

“Peter, can you stay the night here?” You asked. He turns to you and gives one of the softest smiles you’d ever seen (maybe it was just the rose-tinted glasses, or perhaps it was the staggering amount of alcohol in your blood). Nodding his head, he gets in on the other side of the bed.

Peter had stayed the night here plenty of times, but he always slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. He never once stayed in your bed with you also in it. You figured it was either out of concern for boundaries or respect.

The truth was, Peter was also head-over-heels for you. He’d told MJ, not that he needed to--MJ was good at reading people, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about his attraction for you.

You were the first person he came to when he became Spider-Man. You were his reason to fight after he got dusted (along with you). You were his favorite person to see after a mission--you’d been at the tower anytime Tony Stark told you that Peter was coming home. You were always there for him. You were it. You were the one that Peter wanted to be with, even if it didn’t work out in the long run.

Once Peter settled into the sheets, you rolled over and cuddled into him. Your head rested on his chest, an arm around his torso, and a leg tangled with his own. Both of you heaved a sigh of relief; this felt good. This felt right.

“Peter?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He responded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No, like, I love you,” You confessed, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. “Like, I wanna kiss you and cuddle you like this and hold your hand. I wanna tell people that I’m your girlfriend, and you’re my boyfriend.”

“Baby, you’re drunk.”

“I’ve been hiding this for years, Peter,” You insisted. “It isn’t because I’m drunk. The only thing this liquor is doing is helping me say what I want to say without worrying.”

“If I’m honest, (Y/N), I love you, too. In that same way. But you’re not even going to remember this in the morning.”

“Will you remind me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Not when you’re drunk.”

“Damn,” You sighed. “Did you set an alarm for the morning?”

“I already have one set,” Peter assured you. “Let’s get to sleep.”

“And Peter?” You called. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He hummed in response.

The next morning, you were shocked that you only had a small headache. You were even more surprised that you woke up next to Peter.

Last night was fuzzy for you. Bits and pieces were clear as day, like winning thirty bucks from MJ. But what happened? Was Peter as drunk as you were? Did you say something stupid? Why was he in your bed right now?

No matter the reason, you found yourself not wanting to leave this spot. You were the closest you’d been to Peter.

The alarm on Peter’s phone rang, making you jump. Then, you grabbed your aching head. Peter awoke with a start before looking down at you. He shut the ringtone off, and then he wrapped his arms tighter around you. His hand ran up and down your arm, which made you feel happy and warm, but why the hell was he holding you like this?

“Good morning,” Peter said groggily. His morning voice was hands-down, the most beautiful thing ever.

“‘Morning,” You responded.

“Want me to put some coffee on for that hangover?” He asked.

“I’m not that hungover, actually,” You answered. “I can go make some.”

Peter nodded his head, so you got up. Three scoops into the filter, some hot water, and a few minutes later, you both had cups of bitter coffee to wake you up. You both started to get ready for the day by brushing your teeth and putting on some new clothes (Peter had to find some clothes that he’d left here last month).

It was going to be a casual and laid-back day; that much was certain. Your body was aching, and your head only started to worsen even after taking some ibuprofen. There were still thirty minutes before you needed to leave for the campus, so you and Peter sat on the couch.

“Did I say anything stupid last night?” You asked, holding onto your mug.

“Only that you loved me and wanted to kiss me,” He smirked.

You groaned and threw your head back. “I’m sorry,” You started, looking him in the eye. “I shouldn’t have said that while I was drunk.”

“Did you not mean it?”

“Of course I meant it,” You said, laughing drily. “Peter, in the seven years we’ve known each other, I’ve felt like this for six of them. I just shouldn’t have told you while I was drunk.”

“Last night, I said that I loved you, too,” Peter said. “And then you asked if you could kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let you do anything in that state.”

“Oh,” You muttered, looking down in embarrassment and setting down your coffee. Peter’s lifted your chin and then cupped your face before leaning in and kissing you. The initial shock wore off quickly, and then you were kissing him back. It was soft and sweet--precisely what you’d have expected your first kiss with him to be like.

When Peter pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “You wanted me to remind you when you were sober. Was that okay?”

“More than,” You smiled. You closed the distance again, tangling your hands in his hair. Peter smiles against you.

After the test, Peter took you on your first official date as a couple. He held your hand and bought you a coffee, and you carried a conversation like everything was natural. Like everything was right.

(And, for the record, you passed that exam despite the light hangover).

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