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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Family Reunion: 40 years later.

Michael winds up getting taken while he's asleep, and brought to an alley way. What he expected to be a murder waiting to happen, turns into a family reunion he had no idea he needed...

This fanfic is for that anon that suggested this Scrap Family Reunion idea! Here's the link!

So Sweetheart, wherever you are, I hope you enjoy!

Michael was hanging out in his apartment, cleaning some things and fixing a couple items here and there. It was often a messy apartment that always had more broken things than fixed things. Though the apartment was crappy and he had the money for a better one, Michael actually didn’t mind fixing things. You could say that Michael had become ‘Henry’s special nephew’ since the moment Michael told him he had signed up for an apprenticeship. Though he found that building wasn’t really his thing, he found that engineering and some circuit-building was fun and doable.

Ever since Michael found out about the fate of his sister, Michael did as his father said and put his sister back together. But now his sister was off doing who knows what with the funtimes, and Michael was struggling to find her. But even though he attempted to find him, he knew that Elizabeth had likely found his Dad already and would be back to let him know of his state and whereabouts. How long that would take however...was a mystery.

Michael groaned and wrapped his arms around himself before pulling the blanket more onto himself. He felt really chilly in his bedroom. Did the heater break again?! God, he hoped not. Michael groaned and got himself up to check his room heater. But he quickly yelped and covered his body when he realized he wasn’t in his bed.

The man wasn’t even at home! He was on the side of the road!

No wonder he was freezing!

Jeremy quickly doubled his comforter and wrapped it around his half-naked body. Everyone knows that a man often sleeps in their underwear. But the fact that he was no longer in his house, made him really regret his decisions.

“Hello Michael.” A familiar voice said.

Michael let out a breath of relief. It was Elizabeth! Elizabeth was okay!

“Elizabeth! Thank goodness...Come out, I wanna see you!” Michael reacted gratefully.

But the bit of excitement that Michael had, immediately vaporized the moment he took a look at the animatronic. Circus baby looked completely unrecognizable! Like a completely separate person...This wasn’t the Elizabeth he grew to recognize...This was a stranger!

“Elizabeth...I…”

“A lot has happened since I left…” she said. “I can put myself together on my own now.” She showed Michael the hand that she replaced with a claw. “I have real hair now.” She showed him the orange wires and flicked them like any regular girl would flick their hair.

Michael nodded very hesitantly. He was still trying to get used to what she looked like.

“I brought you clothes.” Elizabeth told him as she handed him folded clothes.

“We should’ve gotten a sweater for him.” someone else said.

“His blanket will work just fine, Daddy.” Elizabeth replied.

Michael widened his eyes. His father is here too?!

The ruined bunny animatronic walked out of the shadows and revealed himself to Michael. When Michael saw Baby, she was completely unrecognizable. But his father...was somehow a little more recognizable in his much more ruined state. It probably helped that the bunny mask had rotted away so much that a lot more of his father’s skull was able to be seen better.

Michael took a few minutes to get dressed, and comprehend both his family members brand new appearances. It felt long. But eventually, Michael was dressed and wrapped in the blanket.

“Now Liz.” The bunny told her in a sour voice.

Suddenly, Michael felt his body being lifted up by the claw that had taken over her left hand. Elizabeth’s Baby eyes were glowing red while William’s icey silver eyes stared into Michael’s soul.

“aaAAH! WAIT! WHAT?! BUT ELIZABETH, I SAVED YOU!” Michael protested and begged.

“Did I catch you off guard?” Elizabeth asked. “Let's see how many pieces I can cut you into.” Elizabeth decided with a threatening voice. Her permanent smile made everything all the more terrifying and real.

That’s the part that scared Michael the most. “You’re gonna have to fight hard to make sure I die. But I KNOW you’re gonna make my death slow. I’ve seen your tricks before.” Michael spat.

The scrapped bunny readied his bone spear. “A little lower, Lizzy.” William told her.

As Scrap Baby lowered Michael down a little more, Scraptrap leaned his arm back to shove the spear into Michael’s chest or leg.

He was about to kill him slowly…

Right about then…

...Maybe now?...

Why the hesitation?

Michael refused to open his eyes. So, it was a huge shock to him when he felt the spear very slowly grazing his middle. Michael finally opened one eye and saw that the villainous expression on Scrap’s face had softened.

“...Daddy what are you doing?” Scrap Baby asked.

William smirked as he remembered something very interesting and…personal. “Sometimes one of the worst things a broken person can experience...is happiness.” The bunny spoke. Scraptrap wrapped his other hand around Michael’s hip points, and started digging.

Michael gasped and widened his eyes as a wobbly grin filled his face. Oh gosh...This couldn’t be happening. Was his long-time emotionless father…

Tickling him?!

Michael tried leaning the other way to get his hand off his hip. But William’s hand followed with it and continued digging and massaging. “Being tickled was never something I personally enjoyed…” Scrap Trap admitted as he paused his attack. “But I did grow to miss tickling others…”

Scrap trap used the pause to his advantage and cut the sharp edge of his own bone, right off his arm. With the end of his arm more like a pole rather than a spear now, the bunny used it to poke and prod at Michael’s side.

Michael had started snickering and struggling to keep his laughter in. “D-Dadstahap!” Michael started trying to push him away with his foot. But Baby grabbed onto his foot and stared at it intently.

Scrap Trap looked over at Baby, and smirked. He looked like he had just developed the greatest idea ever! Scrap Trap grabbed onto Michael, removing him from Baby’s grip, and wrapped the one arm around him. “I’ll hold him. It’s your turn, Liz.” Scrap Trap told her.

“Very well. I have his foot too.” Scrap Baby grabbed onto Michael’s foot like a headlock and started skittering her right hand fingers all over Michael’s foot.

Michael wheezed and wiggled around like crazy! “HEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHA NAHAT THE FEEEHEHEEHEHEHEET!” Michael begged.

“Kitchy kitchy koo Michael~ A kitchy kitchy koo~” Baby teased. “This is fun, Daddy. Michael was always the one who tickled me. I rarely tickled Michael without getting tickles too.” she recalled from back when she was a human kid.

“Tickle him as much as you want, sweet Elizabeth.” Scraptrap told her. “I can tickle him effectively from here.”

Sure enough, Scrap Trap was tickling his upper ribs with the hand that was wrapped around him, while he poked his belly button with his left arm nub. Michael was wiggling around to get out of his grip, but it was like his father had developed super strength from his springlock accident!

“DAHAHAHAD! ELIHIHIHIZAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHU!” Michael couldn’t even finish the last word due to all his laughing!

“Has Micky-wickey been too long without the tickles? Such a shame…” Scraptrap teased.

“Hey Daddy, do you remember how ticklish Michael’s ankles were?” Elizabeth asked.

OH NO...NOT THE ANKLE!

“BUHUHUT HOHOHOW?!” Michael asked. He couldn’t comprehend how the heck Elizabeth remembered that over 30-40 years of her possession! The only way he could really explain it, was that her memory was still quite intact after all these decades.

“30 years being possessed will give you lots of time to think and remember the good times…” Scrap Baby told him.

Michael soon wrapped his arms around the scrap animatronic’s arm that was holding him. Sensing something was up, Scraptrap stopped tickling him and wrapped his nubby arm around Michael as well. “I missed you. Not seeing you for 30 years made me grow to miss you.” Scraptrap told him.

Michael smiled a little as he comprehended that the same man that neglected him and abused him as a child, was actually treating him half decently. “I...I’ve missed you too, Dad.” Michael admitted.

“You missed me, old sport?” Scrap Trap asked.

Michael nodded and leaned his head back onto Scraptrap’s boney, but surprisingly comfy shoulder. Scrap Baby took this as a sign to maybe stop in order to keep this moment going. Scrap Baby lowered Michael’s foot down and reached her regular hand out to hold Michael’s. Michael reached out, and grabbed hold of Baby’s endoskeleton, human-like hand.

“Ballora was put back together…She is a little rusty from being scrapped.” Scrap Baby told him.

“Is it true that you based Ballora on Mom?” Michael asked.

Scrap Trap looked down a little and thought for a moment. “...Yes.” He replied. “Ballora’s design was inspired by your mother.” Scrap Trap told him.

Michael smiled. “What did she think?” Michael asked.

Scrap Trap looked at Elizabeth before looking back down. “...She didn’t appreciate it at first…”

Michael looked at Scrap Trap in surprise.

“However one day...I did see her dancing with Ballora...and imitating her dance moves...She looked so natural and graceful compared to Ballora. Ballora was built to be a strict ballerina...yet your mother didn’t follow the tense rules that belonged to ballet...she danced more gracefully and with more flow and beauty…” Scrap Trap explained.

Michael closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“I’m dying, Dad…” Michael admitted. “Ennard used me as a disguise to get out of the pizza world and wander the streets...I lasted a total of half an hour with Ennard inside me...But then…”

Michael looked down at his rotting self. “I threw him up...and somehow, I’m still alive…” Michael admitted. “I don’t understand...Why have I survived such a physically traumatic experience?” Michael asked.

“You have a power that most of the Aftons possess: Athanasia. Or rather...the ability to cheat death and prevail.” Scrap Trap said. “I possess it, your sister possesses it, Charlie possesses it...and now you possess it.” Scrap Trap moved some bangs out of Michael’s eyes with the boney nub, and returned to hugging him.

“Hm…” Michael looked down for a moment and over to Scrap Baby.

“Were you with Dad the whole time?” Michael asked Scrap Baby.

Scrap Baby nodded and rocked left and right like a child would. “Yes...I was.”

Michael looked at the sky as a sunrise started to form from afar. Michael watched the sunrise with wide eyes. “I...haven’t seen a sunrise in a long time.” Michael admitted.

Scrap Baby wrapped the comforter around Michael and hugged him from the side. “Me neither.”

“It’s beautiful.” Scrap Trap admitted. “We’re finally back together after all these years…” Scrap Trap told them. “I missed it.” Scrap Trap added.

Michael patted his shoulder and rubbed his back a bit. “Me too, father...Me too.”

A while after the sunrise, Michael and the scraps walked him back to the apartment. Michael gave his unusual family one last hug goodbye, and walked into the bedroom.

Michael grabbed onto his comforter tightly, and flopped onto the bed. He looked like a human burrito in his comforter. Michael took the time to sleep in and make up for the sleep that was taken from him as a sacrifice for ‘family time’.

2 hours later:

Michael’s phone started to ring from across the room. Michael groaned and covered his face with the blanket to shoo away any light that tried to peek through his comforter. The ringing went on for a couple more seconds, before stopping. Michael let out a sigh of relief and started to try and fall asleep again. But as he moved his foot around under the blankets, he felt a strong pain on his foot. He uncovered his foot and chuckled to himself as he looked at the massive bruise on the top of his foot. It was pretty much the size of his inner arch.

Michael covered his foot back up and started to fall asleep again…

BRRRRRRIIIING! BRRRRRIIIIIING!

Michael growled and got up to get the phone. He picked up his home phone and clicked the answer button. “Hello?” He asked, his voice still raspy.

“Michael, I have a plan to end the animatronic mess once and for all.” the person on the other line told him.

“Hm? Henry?” Michael clarified.

“Yes, it’s Henry. Only Henry would talk about animatronics, Mike.” The person said on the other line.

“I know. That’s how I guessed it was you.” Mike admitted.

Henry started to start off with an explanation. “Listen: I have been haunted for years by the animatronics. I want my daughter, your family, and those poor souls to be set free.” Henry told him.

“Right, right. So start explaining.” Michael encouraged.

“Okay. Here it is…”

#dysfunctional family #family bonding #the afton family #pre-fnaf 6 #ticklefic #ler!trap #ler!baby #lee!michael

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ghostinthebau · 4 years

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Super Fanfic Rec List -- Iron Dad Edition (because I just wanna share the love)

I’ve had such a blast reading fanfic of the IronDad and SpiderSon variety over the last 6 months or so, and I thought I’d just make a rec list of some of my favorite stories. Most of them are angsty, with whump and hurt/comfort because that’s what I live for.

This is in no particular order or in any way complete because there’s just way too many amazing fics/authors in the Iron Dad fandom, but it will still be hella long, so....here goes!

First off, @yellowdistress:

What We Are series - Bio-dad Tony series that goes all the way through Infinity War. Endgame AU.

Someday I’ll Make it Out of Here series - Adoption AU! It’s so good.

The Missing 92 Days - A take on HYDRA Peter that destroyed me emotionally.

Reviving Peter Parker - This about killed me. Peter actually died during his fight with Toomes and SHIELD brings him back a la the TAHITI project like they did with Phil Coulson.

A Sailor Went to Sea - Gut-wrenching Endgame fix it.

Double, Double

@losingmymindtonight:

Webcams and Webshooters series

I Never Lived ‘Til I Lived In Your Light series - !!! TISSUE WARNING !!! Peter dies, but there’s another one shot with a happier ending if you need it.

And You’ll Blow Us All Away - Adoption fic! A lovely one at that.

5 Times Peter’s Mental Illness Made Him Stumble And The 1 Time He Refused To Falter - I really love a well-depicted take on mental illness, and losingmymindtonight delivered 100%.

If You Can’t Catch A Breath (You Can Take The Oxygen Straight Out Of My Own Chest)

Cyanide? In My Shawarma?

@justme--emily:

The Guardian - Adoption AU with a lovely Loki and Peter friendship!

Radioactive - Peter endures the after effects of the spider bite, and scares bio-dad Tony to death. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

The Good Fight - Peter gets hurt at the airport in Germany instead of Rhodey.

@iron--spider:

ever in your favor - Hunger Games AU and an epic work of art!

Lazarus, come forth - The Endgame fix it before Endgame. Peter will break your heart.

dear mr. fantasy

this isn’t a game - Highly underrated fic based off the PS4 Spider-Man game. I’ve never even played the game, and I loved this story.

what if there is no tomorrow? - This story actually made me kinda like Justin Hammer, if you can believe it.

blindness

@tempestaurora:

hydra’s not a home series - HYDRA Peter, and also bio-dad Tony and bio-mom Pepper!

i’ll find you in the drift - Pacific Rim AU, and I have never seen PR, but I adored this so much.

it’s okay, we’re okay [whumpvember 2018] series

@jolinarjackson:

Lights To Guide You Home series - Another adoption AU. They are my weakness, and this is one of the best out there.

... and when you can’t crawl ...

Damaged At Best (Like You’ve Already Figured Out)

@blondsak:

No Life But This

come morning light (you and I’ll be safe and sound)

Burying Grounds - Eeeek! Tony has to choose between saving Peter or Pepper and it hurts.

hold on, hold on

Something the Soul Needs

@madasthesea:

turn back the clock (and I’ll try again in the morning)

when my body won’t hold me anymore (where will I go)

They have so many other lovely looking fics--including an adoption au series (which I, of course, love), but I just haven’t gotten around to reading them yet. I’m pretty sure anything they write is golden. :)

@signofuncertainty:

It’s Always the Little Things

I’m sure their other fic, The Third Option, is fantastic and I really, really wanna read it but I’m trying so hard to wait until it’s complete! It’s really difficult to wait, though, tbh....I may give in soon.

@upcamethesun:

Twelve Days Of Peter Parker - So cute and fluffy, and then it kills you at the end.

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud

5 Times Tony Didn’t Need To Worry About Peter

5 Times Peter Pretended To Be Tougher Than He Was

@frostysunflowers:

Between how it is and how it should be - This story made me love a Peter and Bucky friendship.

@kitcat992:

Identity Theft - This was one of the very first Iron Dad fics I read, and it was a doozy. Full of whump, medical accuracy, and hurt/comfort! The author is posting a sequel now, too: Identity Crisis. :D

For Pete’s Sake!

@camelot-queen:

Goner - A perfectly heartbreaking kidnapping fic, but heed the warnings!

Who Saves The Hero

Never Meet Your Heroes

i’m the satellite (and you’re the sky) - Tony is Peter’s bio-dad but Peter doesn’t know it. I haven’t actually finished this yet, but it’s good. So, so good.

@peter-stank:

built from scraps - YOU GUYS, this is one of the best fics I’ve read on AO3. It’s a ‘Tony gets dusted instead of Peter’ AU, and it’s got such an amazing dynamic between Peter, Pepper, and Morgan. It’ll also make you tear up a few times, at least.

@geekymoviemom:

Sins of the Fathers - So, I’ve only read the first 5 chapters of this epic length (303k words@) adoption AU so far, but I’m LOVING it so I wanted to add it here. They also have an even longer bio-dad Tony with added Stony bonus series, Pieces of Echoes, that they’re posting the 3rd installment to right now. I’ll definitely be checking it out!

@too-many-bees:

let’s kick it

like a bridge over troubled water

@jbsforever:

it’ll be over (and I’ll still be asking when)

@tnyystark:

where the memories reside

@whumphoarder:

Quieting the Void series - Peter kinda has an eating disorder due to the spider bite, so take care if you read!

Poison Apple - Loved how medically accurate this was, and Ned’s reaction to Peter’s condition was heartbreaking.

@seek-rest:

It Hurts to Become

Someday We’ll Know - This is a Walk to Remember AU, so there’s MCD. I’ve gotten about halfway through, but I can only read it when I’m in the right mindset. But it’s lovely and so well done.

This author has so many fics that I’m sure are amazing, and they’re on my ‘to read’ list when I’m in the mood for beautiful Spideychelle stories.

@caraminha:

The Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With an Anti-Vaxxer in the Street - Hella scary depiction of Peter with tetanus, and it’s SO GOOD.

@tonystarkstan:

it all comes back to this

skeletons series

to build a home series - I love recovery fics, and this was a beautiful story of Peter dealing with the aftermath of being snapped and coming back.

lay your weary head to rest

@foolscapper:

Exploding Head Syndrome - Everyone comes back when the snap is reversed, but Peter is sort of catatonic--stuck between the living world and the soul stone where he’s with Gamora. It’s such a lovely fic.

@alice-in-ink:

It’s a Little Bit We Do

Danger Pizza

@legalassie:

oh, darling - Peter’s kidnapped and Tony frantically searches for him--one of my favorite things. Peter uses his smarts to help him get out of the situation, too, which is also one of my favorite things.

don’t think about tomorrow.

@blackwatchandromeda:

Broken Thoughts (I Remember Everything)

Leave Me to Dream

A Nightmare to Remember

@emma--anacortes:

Accepting the Tides - Here I am with another adoption AU. Can you see a pattern yet? I love them, and this one has danger and whump and comfort as well.

@ardenskyedarcy221b:

they are standing in the garden - This hurt. Several times the author had me tearing up and there’s a few lines that will stay with me forever. It was just immensely lovely to read.

@iamallyetnotatall:

At the Start of the Universe - This was so much better than I was expecting! Peter is an Angel, and he knows Tony from the very beginning of the universe. It’s different, but absolutely gorgeous.

@starktowr:

somewhere outside my life - I don’t wanna say too much, but just read this. It’ll break you and you’ll love it.

@jessicagoddamnjones:

too bad (but it’s the life you lead)

@silver-bubbles:

The Fire’s Out (But Still It Burns)

@day-dreamer176:

Like A Strike of Lightning - I kinda took this as a demonic possession a la Supernatural, but I don’t think it actually was. Either way, it was fantastic.

fifty-four

five, tops

The World Stopped

@ambivalentmarvel:

Into His Fold series - Where Thanos brings Peter back from the ashes to make him into his new son (a la Nebula and Gamora).

@notaparty-trick:

Doom and Gloom - A ‘Peter doesn’t get dusted’ AU, filled with whump and Iron Dad and an awesome Carol Danvers. Angst!!!

Dust and Blood - Peter is hurt much worse when Toomes drops the building on him. More angst!!!! This author does angst very well.

@ema--vee:

You don’t have to hold your head up high - Peter can’t thermoregulate! I love that trope.

@forensicleaf:

All the Things We’ve Lost (And All the Things We’ve Gained) - This one gutted me, and then made it better. But there’s pain to be had before the comfort!

They just posted the first chapter of a new WIP that looks AMAZING, too: Can’t Part the Sea, Can’t Reach the Shore.

@plnkblue:

foolish, fragile spine - Peter’s severely injured in his fight with Adrian Toomes and Tony finds him.

@helloitisiafellowgay:

god did not craft us as altars, but as dying gods - Okay, guys. This one is heavy. It deals with Skip coming back into Peter’s life, and it’s not pretty but it’s handled superbly. It’s a tough read, but one I definitely recommend if you can handle it. Take care of yourselves first and foremost, though. <3

~ ~ ~ I’m not sure if the following authors have a tumblr, so I just linked their AO3 pages ~ ~ ~

eccentric_artist_221b:

Only for a Little While - This is a Titanic AU, and it’s AMAZING. There’s several scenes that just took my breath away and brought me to tears (not an easy feat). They’re also working on a WWI sequel!!!!

tiaylasglass:

the one who made it out - Short, simple in a gorgeous way, and poignant.

And finally, I thought I’d humbly add my own little contribution to the fandom. So far, I’ve only written the one fic, but I hope to write more in the future!

@ghostinthebau:

For Want of a Dad (in need of a son) - There’s a bit of blood, and a very distraught Tony at one point, so warning for angst and injury!

Again, this list is probably severely lacking, and if someone has a rec that’s not on here please please please reblog this and let me know! I’m always in the mood for more fics.

And I hope anyone reading this finds something they enjoy!

I’m sure you will.

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wixibaby · 3 years

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give me a timeline of events I DEMAND A TIMELINE OF EVENTS

Are you sure that’s what you want? Are you sure you sure that’s what you want?

Alright then. I’ll oversimplify and maybe go back and edit who knows.

1965:

Michael Afton is born

William looks into opening a business with Henry Emily.

1970:

Fredbear’s Family Diner is opened by William Afton and Henry Emily.

1971:

Bennett is born

William develops endoskeletons that feature springlock technology

1972:

Cassidy is killed by William Afton. She goes on to possess Fredbear.

Cassidy’s body is found a few days later with a broken jaw and stab wounds in the eyes and stomach. There was no evidence of who her killer was.

Elizabeth is adopted from a foster home after she was taken away from parents struggling with addiction.

1983:

The Bite of 83 kills Bennett and Fredbear’s Family Diner is subsequently closed for a while, then it shuts down.

Ben goes on to possess the Puppet, which was a new animatronic in the works at the time that was never put into use.

(The Bite of 83 is referred to by employees as “The Accident,” as to not upset William.)

1984:

Henry scraps the springlock technology and begins work on the new “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza”

William begins to fall deeper into his work. Michael frequents Henry’s house after fights between him and his father.

William creates the SL characters with Elizabeth in mind. He thinks about opening a business with them, but decides against it, and the SL animatronics are scrapped.

1985:

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza opens. The Puppet is included in the new group of animatronics. Honey Bun and Fredbear are kept in the safe room

Susie dies on March 6th, 1985. Was found with a broken jaw, missing eyes, missing hands, and all of her main arteries cut open. Goes on to possess Chica.

Fritz dies on April 19th, 1985. Was found with a broken jaw, missing hand, missing leg, and a crushed skull. Goes on to possess Foxy.

Gabriel dies on June 26th, 1985. Was found with a broken jaw, broken legs, and a slit throat. Goes on to possess Freddy.

Jeremy dies on June 26th, 1985. Was found with a broken jaw, a broken arm, missing ears, and several deep cuts throughout the body to prevent recognition. Goes on to possess Bonnie.

Andrew dies on September 4th, 1985. Found gutted with a broken jaw. Goes on to possess Fredbear/Golden Freddy.

Missing persons reports were filed for each child by their parents, and 3 months after their disappearance, FFP sent out a missing person’s report for each.

The police could not find any bodies and were left to believe that they were not killed within the establishment.

1986:

Michael leaves Utah entirely after attending university for a few years. He moves to Maine where he pursues a degree in criminal psychology.

Elizabeth runs away. A missing person’s report is filed but she was not found.

Michael’s friend, Jeremy, applies for a job at FFP as a way to help pay off student loans.

1987:

Bite of 87 occurs, leaving Jeremy in the hospital for a year. His frontal lobe is not removed by the bite or ensuing surgeries, but the damage to his brain was enough so that parts of it had to be removed to prevent infection.

Charlie goes missing and is found 1 month later, dead outside of FFP.

The Bite of 87 and Charlie’s body forces FFP to close

1993:

Elizabeth’s body is found. All evidence points towards her tripping and breaking her neck.

1995:

Henry opens a second, scaled down version of FFP in a last ditch effort to save the reputation of the business.

Customers immediately notice blood and mucus leaking out of the characters. The police investigate further, and find that The missing children had been preserved in ethanol and chilled, then stuffed into the animatronics where they began to decompose.

FFP is closed for 3 weeks while the building is searched thoroughly. The safe room is investigated, where 2 unrecognizable children were found, gutted and left to rot. The remains of more unrecognizable children were found, preserved in ethanol or rotting, hidden away from customers.

Henry is arrested for the suspected murder of the children, but is released after 2 days when he is proven innocent.

FFP is forced to close for a final time. It is not reopened.

Henry moves out of Hurricane.

William is suspected, but then is released after evidence of his guilt is inconclusive.

William goes under the radar and moves into an apartment a few miles away from Hurricane.

2003:

William returns to the abandoned FFP after having dreams of Ben telling him to “go back” because “the creations are corrupted”

William dismantles the animatronics from the last FFP

William is killed under “unknown circumstances” and his body is found in the Honey Bun costume. The police, unable to come to a reasonable explanation, slap the “suicide” tag on his case and call it a day.

2013:

Fazbear’s Fright opens to cash in on a serial killer from the 80s and their obsession with mutilating children (The whole Fazbear’s Fright deal was in extremely poor taste)

Michael returns to Utah briefly after hearing of his father’s death and enters the house he left 30 years ago.

Michael finds a VHS tape underneath William’s bed in which William admits to murdering every child who had gone missing in FFP, describing how he chose his victims and how he murdered all of them.

William, although dead, is convicted of 12 cases of first degree murder, and the families of the children who went missing are given their justice.

Fazbear’s Fright burns to the ground. It is ruled as faulty wiring, as the attraction was hastily built. In actuality, Michael Afton had burned the building down, hoping to put his past to rest.

As Fazbear’s Fright burns, Ben and the 5 original missing children celebrate their closure with a party. They pass on, but Cassidy remains briefly to drag William to hell. Then she is at rest.

Aaaaaaand there you have it. That’s super brief though and I may add some more stuff/change some stuff but for now this is the whole thing.

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noladyme · 4 years

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 3

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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The next day I was woken by the sound of Jax talking quietly on his phone. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. “… and I want Fat Phil on her at all times”, he muttered. “Jax?”, I said. He looked at me. “Let me call you back”. He snapped his phone shut; and leant over to kiss me. “Did you sleep ok?”. “Yeah”, I said. “What was that about”.

Jackson frowned and sighed. “I’m gonna have one of my guys stay close to you for a few days. Just until we know, what this guy is planning on doing”. I shuddered. He stroked my cheek. “Hey. It’s ok. You’ll be safe. The prospect will be by the school all day; and I’ll pick you up afterwards”. “Phil?”, I said. “The big guy, with the glasses?”. Jax nodded. “You want him hanging out in front of a middle school all day… that’s not creepy”. “I didn’t think of that”, Jax chuckled.

I sat up, and took his hand; kissing his knuckles. “I’ll be fine Jax. Last night was just… a scare”, I said. “I know Josh. I’ve dealt with him before”. “Josh?”, Jax grimaced. “Sounds like a dick”. I smiled. “You’d be right”.

I began to get out of bed; but Jax grabbed my wrist; pushed my shoulder to lay down again. “It’s only 6.30. We got time”, he smirked; and laid himself on top of me; pecking my lips cheekily. “Oh, really?”, I smiled; and ran my hands down his strong arms. “Let me get under there…”, Jax whispered; and moved the covers from between us; to put them over us both. His fingers found my folds; already moist from his kisses and his soft voice.

Our lips and tongues moved more frantically; and before long; Jackson was inside me again; moving slowly – trying to gage my limit; as I was still slightly sore from the night before. His eyes searched mine. “Ok?”, he whispered. I nodded and smiled; and Jax kissed me.

—

30-40 very pleasurable minutes later; we were cuddled up on the bed; Jackson resting his head on my chest, and letting his index finger circle the outline of my nipple. “This here… I like this”, he smiled. “What; my boob?”, I chuckled. He raised his head; and pushed my breasts together. “I like both your boobs”, he smirked; and kissed first one, then the other. “I was talking about laying here with you”. I pulled his face to mine; and kissed him; nibbling lightly at his lower lip. “It’s pretty high on my list too”, I smiled. He rubbed his nose to mine, and pecked my lips.

“We should get dressed”, I whispered. Jackson groaned; and wrapped his arms around me – rolling over, so I was now laying on top of him. “That’s the worst idea you’ve had all morning”. I laughed and stroked my fingers across his forehead. “It’s still early. I can have plenty more”.

Jax grabbed my ass-cheek and pulled me impossibly tighter into his grasp. I felt his cock twitch against my stomach again. “Jax…”, I moaned. “As much as I’d like to spend the day letting you screw my brains out; I have a job, and you have a son you haven’t seen in 3 days.

Jackson sighed. “You’re right”, he smiled. “Let’s do it”. He rolled me off him and got out of the bed; before turning to me; flaunting his semi-hardon. “Quick BJ?”, he smirked. I threw a pillow at him. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going…”. I climbed out of bed myself, walking towards the bathroom for a quick shower. “You’re a horndog; Jackson”, I smiled over my shoulder. “It’s all for you, babe”, he called after me.

I got cleaned up; and let Jax step into the shower after me; fighting of his attempts to get me to join him. We got dressed; and drove towards a part of town I hadn’t been in yet.

Stopping in front of a nice, small house; Jax let me get off, before parking next to Gemma’s car in the driveway. He took my hand. “This is me”, he said; and we walked towards the door.

Inside, I was met by the welcome smell of coffee and toaster waffles. “Mom?”, Jax called out. “I’m in here!”, Gemma’s voice answered. “Go grab some coffee, babe”, Jax muttered, and gestured towards the kitchen.

The house was warm – homely. I felt completely at ease in it; as if I’d been here 1000 times before. Had it been my own home; I’d have changed the curtains – but it wasn’t my place. I grabbed a mug from one of the pantries; and poured myself some coffee – placing myself by the window, so I could look outside. The neighborhood was quiet, it seemed. Well-trimmed lawns, and well kept, modest houses.

Looking down; I noticed a baby-bottle waiting to be cleaned in the sink. I picked it up, and rinsed it out; before putting it in the steamer. “You didn’t have to do that”, Gemma said from behind me. I turned to face her. “I was just standing here, anyway”. She smiled at me kindly but warily. “Did you both spend the night at the motel?”, she asked. I smiled nervously. “My son is a grown ass man. He can do what he wants. Just make sure you know what you’re getting yourself in to”. I frowned slightly, avoiding her eyes. “Abel?”, I muttered. “Him too…”, she said.

Gemma grabbed a mug of coffee herself; and sat down by the table. “It seems everyone thinks I should back off Jackson…”, I said quietly. Gemma shook her head. “Not at all, sweetheart”, she said softly. “Just… take care of that heart of yours, ok? My boy has a soft spot for good people – which means you must be one”. I sent her a crooked smile. Gemma continued. “I haven’t seen him this caught up in someone in a long time – if ever”.

“What are you talking about?”, Jax asked, as he stepped into the kitchen carrying Abel. “Girl talk”, his mother answered, and got up from her chair. “Neeta will be here in 30 minutes. See you later, baby”. She kissed Jacksons cheek; and sent me a smile; before leaving through the front door. I saw her drive away.

“You good?”, Jax asked; standing next to me. I smiled at him. “Yeah”, I said. “She’s just protective”. He frowned. “I’ll talk to her”. “Actually, she was trying to protect me”, I chuckled. He laughed. “Well I am a dangerous biker”, he said. He was standing, bouncing a baby on his hip; with a nappy over his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re badass”, I grinned.

He leant in and kissed me softly. “Can I hold him?”, I asked. Jax’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, of course”. He handed me Abel, and I lifted him into the air; before lowering him to my face. “Hey baby. Remember me?”. The baby giggled in recognition. Jax looked at me cautiously. “Will you be ok with him, while I change?”. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. “We’ll be fine. Just hurry. I might run off with him. He is the cuter Teller”, I smiled. Jax smirked at me; and kissed Abel’s head. “Don’t steal daddy’s girl; ok, buddy?”, he said, and walked towards his bedroom.

I made funny faces at Abel for a little while; before Jax stepped in to the kitchen again – looking every bit the hot biker I’d met a few days before. A crisp white t-shirt was covering his torso; over which he’d put a gun-holster. I grimaced a bit at the sight. “It’s part of the package, Cat”, he said softly. I nodded with a hesitant smile. “Are you going to be ok with that?”. He sounded worried. “I can’t say yes; because I don’t know why it’s necessary”, I said.

He stepped over to me; wrapping his arms around both me and the baby. The sensation was unfamiliar; but strangely comfortable. I was standing in the arms of a gorgeous man; holding his son in my own. “If this is what I think it is…”, Jax said, “… What I hope it is… I’ll let you know everything you want to”. He kissed my forehead. “Ok?”. I nodded.

Neeta let herself in to the house. “Hello?”, she said softly. “Hey, Neeta”, Jax said. “We need to run. He’s already eaten, and I just changed him a little while ago”. The woman smiled warmly, and took Abel from my arms. “You need anything from the store today?”, she asked. “Nah; we’re set. Thanks”, Jackson smiled. He grabbed my hand. “Let’s go”.

He kissed Abel’s head again; and we walked out of the house. Getting on the bike behind Jackson was becoming like second nature; and I quickly got comfortable in my seat. “A little closer”, Jax said over his shoulder; pulling at my arms; so I was wrapping them around his torso, instead of just holding on to his waist. “Are you afraid I’ll fall off?”, I said. I heard him chuckle. “Nah, you ride like a queen. I just like it when you rub up on me”, he smirked. “Horndog”, I chuckled. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, darlin’”, he said, and revved the engine; driving us down the street.

—

I slipped into a nice routine, my second week in Charming. I spent my days at the school making friends with my coworkers, who all seemed very nice. Ray hadn’t told anyone about my record; which I thanked him for when I met him in the hallway. “New job; fresh start”, he’d smiled.

My afternoons shifted between coffee-dates with Lyla – who had a much more flexible schedule than me – and grading book-reports. Jax had business in Oakland all Tuesday; so I didn’t see him until Wednesday night – when he showed up with a pizza and a sixpack of beer. We hadn’t eaten or drank much; but in stead ended up under the sheets; passing out from exhaustion a few hours later. At 5 am; he kissed me goodbye, and gone home to take over Abel from his mom.

We texted throughout the day – but it was frustrating to know I could only have him with me part time. I tried not to let it show in my messages.

I picked up my mail from the reception. I’d received the check from the scrapping of my old car, and a yellow envelope. I went to my room to open it. Inside the envelope was a picture of me, from my dancing days. I was dressed in a black corsage, and red frilly panties – a seductive grin on my face. On the back of the picture someone had written a message.

What do you think will happen, when they all find out who you REALLY are?

I tore up the photo; throwing it in the trash. I was about to call 911; when I realized they couldn’t do anything. I’d been through it before. “Sorry, miss. There’s nothing we can do, unless you have tangible evidence that this man is a danger to you”. “He’s an FBI agent! He knows how to hide evidence!” “Like I said… sorry…”.

I wanted Jax. I didn’t even really know him, but at that moment I wanted him beside me so badly, I could taste it. I counted the minutes until it was 10 pm – the time Jax had promised to call. Just knowing that I would hear his voice, made my breathing relax. This is still nothing. He’s not here. If he was, he’d show up himself.

When my phone rang; I picked up at the first ring. “Jax?”. “Hi, kitty…”. “Leave me alone, Joshua!”, I yelled. “I can’t, honey. You know I can’t. I just want what’s best for you… for us”. “There is no us. Don’t call. Don’t send flowers or pictures. We’re done”. “Is he there?” I didn’t answer. Josh’s voice boomed. “Is he there, I said!”. “Yes…”, I said; hoping my lie would put him off. “No, he’s not. I know when you’re not telling the truth, Catherine”. I heard him sigh. “This is such a breach of trust, honey…”.

I hung up; and ran to the door – putting on the security chain, and turning off the lights.

When my phone rang again, I didn’t recognize the number; so I didn’t pick up. 5 minutes later Lyla’s number flared up on the screen; and I answered the call. “Hello?”, I said quietly. “Baby?”. I exhaled in a sob. “Why didn’t you pick up?”, Jax asked. “I didn’t recognize the number”. “Did he call you again?”, Jackson growled. “Yeah…”, I whimpered. He let out a long breath. “Are you at the motel?”, he asked. “Yeah, I put the chain on. Turned off the lights. “I can’t come over, I’m so sorry”, he said with sadness and anger in his voice. “I’m safe here”, I said. “No, I want you at Opie’s”. “Aren’t you already there?”, I asked. “No, I’m at Cara Cara. Using Lyla’s phone”. The thought of him in a porn studio, while I was hyperventilating; made me sick. “Ok”, I muttered. “It’s business, Cat. I know it sounds bad, but it’s life or death right now. I’m meeting some people”. He sighed. “Look, I’m calling Opie right now. He’ll pick you up…”. “No, Jax. I can’t be around his kids right now”. “Shit!”, he yelled. “Ok, listen to me. Pack whatever shit you need; get in your car – and drive straight to TM. There’s a dorm at the clubhouse”. “What am I gonna say?”. “Chibs is there. Tell him you’re waiting for me. He won’t ask questions”. “Ok” “Bye, babe”. He hung up.

—

I arrived at TM 15 minutes later; having sped, and run two red lights. As Jax had said; Chibs was in the clubhouse; greeting me with a big smile. “Hello, my love. How can I help you this fine evening?”. I was desperately trying to calm my breath. “I’m waiting for Jax. He said to go to the dorm”. Chibs narrowed his eyes at me. “Aye… everything all right?”. I searched for an answer; coming up short.

Chibs walked over to me, and took my overnight bag. “Come on”, he said; and I followed him down the hall; to a room furnished with a bed, a desk and a couch. “It’s in here”. “Thanks”, I muttered, as he put down my back, and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll get you a cup of tea. Jackson will be here in a couple of hours”. I nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed. Chibs sighed. “Don’t know what’s wrong, luv’; but you’re safe here – no matter what it is”. He lifted his cut; showing me a gun strapped to his side. “All right?”. I tried to smile.

A little while later, Chibs came back with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. “Out of tea. Hope this is ok”. He set the cup on the nightstand, and kissed my forehead. “There are nudiemags in the desk if you need a good read”, he smirked. This time I did smile. “Thank you Chibs”.

He nodded; and answered his phone, that had been in his pocket. “Yeah?… Yeah, she’s here…”. He turned his back to me, and walked down the hall. “You know I will… right… No, just me… I won’t”. His voice faded away, and I stood up to close the door after him; not feeling the necessity to lock it. I drank my hot chocolate; and got under the covers fully clothed – falling into a restless sleep.

A few hours later I was woken by the bed dipping. “Shh, babe. It’s me”, Jax whispered. He gently undressed me; not making a lewd remark, or touching me in any sexual way. He was just gentle. Once he was done, he undressed himself; and crawled under the sheets – pulling me into him.

“It’s not supposed to be like this, Jax”, I whimpered. “What isn’t?”, he asked. “I don’t want you to have to take care of me like I’m a wounded animal”. “But you are wounded”. “I hate that you have to see me like this… weak”. He kissed my forehead. “You’re not weak, baby. But you’re not safe either”. He sighed. “I’m gonna have Phil with you tomorrow. No discussion. He’ll keep a low profile”. “Ok”, I whispered.

He held me tightly until I fell asleep again.

—

The next day I woke up to Jax kissing me. “Hey”, he whispered. I smiled softly at him. “What time is it?”, I asked. “7.30”, he said. “Shit, I have to be at work in an hour”. “Phil picked up your work bag at the motel”, he said. “He swore that he didn’t go through your underwear”. I chuckled.

“Thank you, baby”, I smiled. “You’re welcome, darlin’”. Jax kissed me softly again. “After work, come back here. If I’m not around, someone else will be. Just tell ‘em…”. “I’m waiting for you”, I said. He smiled. “Good girl”.

He kissed me deeply one last time; before he had to run off for something.

I noticed the prospect they called Fat Phil, driving behind me in the TM tow-truck; on my way to work. He lifted his hand in greeting when I parked my car, and went in to the school. He, himself, parked a little down the street.

I found it difficult to concentrate on my classes; even getting to the point of checking my phone for unanswered calls while the kids were asking me questions. I didn’t know whether I was waiting for Jax to call – or Josh. None of them called.

When I started the old chevy, it stalled a couple of times, before I could get it running. Phil stepped out of the tow-truck to see if I was ok. I shook my head at him; and he got back behind the well. I mouthed a thank you; and the kind looking big guy smiled at me.

—

Arriving at TM; I parked the chevy by the shop. I didn’t see Jax anywhere; but Tig was having a cigarette next to an oil-can. “Living on the edge, Tig?”, I smiled. “You know it, sweetheart”, he grinned. “Car acting up?”. I shrugged. “She stalled a few times after work”. He took the keys from me. “I’ll look her over quick”, he said. “Here comes your prince”. He nodded in the direction of the clubhouse. Jax was walking out the door with Chibs and Happy.

A white Honda rolled in to the lot; parking near the clubhouse. The blonde who had given me the finger my first day in Charming; stepped out. She was wearing a barely-there denim skirt, and a tank top that didn’t cover her bra. Her presence certainly made me feel over-dressed – in my jeans and Ramones t-shirt.

“Who’s she?”, I asked Tig. He clenched his jaw, and looked at me almost apologetically. “Bad news”, he muttered. “Cara Cara”.

I walked towards Jax, who hadn’t seen me yet; but the girl made her way to him before I had a chance. He finally noticed me, looking over her shoulder; as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. I swallowed bile, and walked closer.

“You left this at my place, honey”, she purred. Handing him an SOA t-shirt. “We’re you trying to tell me something?”. Jax clenched his jaw. “No, Ima. I was just in a hurry to leave”, he said. “And that was weeks ago”. She ran a finger down his chest with a pout on her painted lips.

“Jax?”, I called out. The girl turned around. “He’s busy”, she sneered. “I can see”, I answered, with a sarcastic smile. Jackson tore himself loose from her; and walked over to me, taking my hand. “Sorry”, he muttered. Chibs looked at the blonde. “Go home, Ima. No one’s in the mood for the claps tonight”. Ima sent me a venomous look; and went back to her car to drive away. “Let’s go inside”, Jax said quietly. I took my hand from his; and walked in front of him into the clubhouse.

Once inside, I sat down on a couch by the wall; accepting a beer from Phil. “Thanks for hanging out today, Phil”, I smiled at him. “No problem, ma’am”. He walked back behind the bar.

Jax sat down next to me. “You have a smoke?”, I asked. He grabbed one from his packet, and lit it; before handing it to me. He lit one for himself. “I’m sorry, darlin’. You shouldn’t have had to see that”. “What? That you’ve had sex with someone else? I knew you weren’t a virgin”, I scoffed. He bit his lip. “Still…”, he muttered; taking a drag from his smoke. I clenched my jaw. “Her, though?”, I said. He frowned. “Yeah, I know”, he said. “It’s not a good look”.

I stifled a laugh. “She got a crow tattooed somewhere?”, I asked. He shook his head. “If she does, it’s not mine”. “I’m never getting one of those things”, I said. He gave me a half smile. “You’ve got ink”, he retorted. I raised my brows at him. “You’d have to get me drunk, and hold me down”. “That can be arranged…”, he smirked.

Jackson slid his arm around me; and pulled me in for a kiss. I put my fingers to his lips. “Please tell me you got tested afterwards…”. He grimaced. “I did… even the painful ones”. I grinned at him; and kissed his lips.

I took a sip of my beer; and Chibs joined us; having brought a drink for himself and Jackson. “VP”, he muttered; handing him the beer. They clinked their bottles, and drank. Jackson leant back in the couch; and playing with the hair at the back of my neck. “You don’t like porn stars, babe?”, he asked. “What about Lyla?”. I smiled brightly. “Lyla’s a doll. I love her”, I said, and took a sip of my own drink. “And her movies”.

Jax’s eyes widened, and he grinned widely at me. Chibs laughed out loud. “She’s a keeper, Jackie!”, he proclaimed loudly. “Ever thought of going in to the industry yourself, luv’?”. Jax stared at him with mock menace. “I’ve done my stint in underwear”, I smiled. “But I never got naked”. “This I have to hear”, the scot chuckled. “Another time”, I winked at him.

The sheriff from Gemma’s birthday stepped into the clubhouse. “Hey fellas. Got a beer?”. “You off duty yet, Unser?”, Bobby said from his stool at the bar. “When am I ever?”, Unser answered, accepting the cold brew from Phil.

The sheriff walked over to where we were sitting. He stuck out his hand at me. “I didn’t get to introduce myself at the party last week”, he said, as I shook his hand. “Unser. Sheriff of this… shithole”. “I dunno”, I said. “I like this town”. “Well, Samcro’s got you under their wing, so you’re set up”. “I’m Cat”, I said. “The school teacher”, the sheriff smiled. “Welcome”.

“Unser!”, Clay called from a doorway to what looked like a meeting room. “I need you”. “Duty calls”, the sheriff muttered; and joined Clay. I leaned back against Jacksons arm. “You’re working with the sheriff?”, I said quietly. “When we need to…”, he said. “Don’t worry about it”. He kissed my cheek.

My ordeal with the photograph and phonecall, disappeared into the very back of my mind; as I spent the next hour in Jax’s warm embrace – listening to stories from the road, and laughing at dirty jokes; even telling some myself. At one point, even Clay joined us. “How you doing, teach’?”, he asked. “I’m good”, I smiled. Jax squeezed my thigh; before noticing Tig calling him over. “I can see that”, Clay smiled.

Jax left me with Chibs and Clay; Juice taking his seat – though keeping his hands to himself. “I don’t know what you’re doing to that boy”, Clay said. “But he’s awful happy these days”. I smiled and blushed. “It’s the dirty jokes, Clay”, Chibs said. “Girls got a mouth on her”. Clay laughed. “Tell us one”, Juice said. “I think I’m fresh out”, I chuckled. All three men booed me; and demanded I think one up. “Ok, ok…”, I said. “Why does Santa have such a large sack?”. Chibs halted me. “Bobby; this one’s about you!”, he cried out. Bobby sauntered over. Chibs smirked at him. “Bob, why does Santa have such a large sack?”, he said. Bobby shook his head. “I dunno, tell me”.

“He only comes once a year”, I said; to a roar of laughter.

Jax came over to us. He looked worried. “Cat, I need to talk to you”. I took his hand and followed him outside to my car; which Tig had parked in one of the spots by the clubhouse. He handed me the keys; patted Jax’s shoulder, and walked towards the door. “I’ll tell ‘em myself”, Jax called after him. “Sure thing, brother”, Tig answered.

I looked at Jacksons concerned face. “What’s wrong?”, I asked timidly. Jax showed me a small grey box. “Tig found this in your car. It’s a GPS-tracker”. I shook my head. “Where did it come from?”, I said. He raised his brows at me, and shrugged. “I was hoping you could tell me”.

I stepped back from him. “What are you saying?”, I sneered. He grabbed my hand, and pulled me back. “I’m not saying anything, babe. I don’t…”. He sighed. “We’ve been getting some heat lately; with our business”. I clenched my jaw. “What business?”, I said. “Cat…”, Jax began. “No, Jackson! What business?”, I demanded. “If you’re going to put your heat on me… suggest that I’m somehow…”. “I’m not suggesting anything”, he said softly. I tilted my head; and looked deep into his blue eyes. “Tell me”.

Jax sighed. “It’s guns”, he said. I parted my lips, stifling a gasp. “We mule guns and… other things. It’s why I leave town for days at a time… The ATF is on to us… we think”. “Shit…”, I whispered. He chewed his lips, before putting his hand to my cheek. “If you want to walk away; there’s your car. GPS-free. I won’t hassle you; or do anything about it”.

My heart was racing. This is bad, Cat. Run!

I took a deep breath. “I’m not going anywhere”, I said. He put his forehead to mine. “Thank you”, he whispered. “Don’t ever accuse me off…”. He pulled back and shook his head profusely. “I would never…”, he insisted.

I slid my arms around him; and he held me close; kissing the top of my head. I breathed deeply again. “I need to tell you something”, I said. He looked at me. “That guy… Josh…”. I swallowed. “He’s FBI”. Jackson looked dumbfounded. “Shit”, he breathed. “That’s why you couldn’t get a restraining order”. I nodded. “He had too much pull”.

Jax shook his head. “Last weekend, a deal went south; when we were interrupted by the feds”. I sighed. That’s why he’d been bruised. “I did that…”. He pulled me tighter against me. “No, baby. No”, he said. “We don’t know this has anything to do with that… But – if you and I are going to do this – I need to take this to the club”. I swallowed. “I’ll go with you”. He shook his head. “No, Cat”, he muttered. “You don’t need to be a part of this”. “I might already be…”, I said.

He sighed, and nodded.

—

Ten minutes later Jax had most of his brothers sitting around the large wooden table, in their meeting room. I figured this was where they held church. It was clear women weren’t allowed at the table, so I’d taken a seat in a chair behind Jackson.

Clay folded his hands. “Why’d you ask for this meeting, VP?”. He looked towards me. “This young lady here is beautiful, but we don’t usually allow old ladies at the table”. Jax shook his head. “This isn’t church, Clay”, he said. “This is information. And it’s not to leave this room”. “Nothing ever does, Jackie”, Chibs said. Jax nodded. “Our situation with the Irish last weekend… I think I might know why the feds showed up. I’m not sure; but it looks like Cat might be involved”. Happy turned to look at me – fire in his eyes. “Cool it Hap’. Hear Jax out”, Clay said. “She’s innocent in this; and she didn’t know what she brought with her when she came here”, Jax said; and turned to look at me. “Tell ‘em”. His expression was encouraging.

I sighed, and looked at the floor. “I came here from Chicago… actually; I ran here from Chicago”, I began. “I’d been seeing a guy who… he wasn’t a good guy”. I noticed Chibs smiling at me. “Go on, luv’”.

I continued. “His name is Joshua Kohn. We went on some dates; and he… wanted more than I was willing to give. I tried to break it off; but he began stalking me… One time, he tracked me down at work; and when I tried to make him leave; he got violent”. Jax’s face turned to rage. “You didn’t tell me that”, he said. I looked at him timidly. “I didn’t think it would matter. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with him again”.

“So he hurt you”, Clay said matter-of-factly. “Yeah”, I nodded. “He planted a story about drugs on me; to threaten me to come back to him. But it didn’t work… obviously”. Tig shook his head. “I’m sorry that happened to you sweetheart, I really am”, he said. “But that doesn’t explain the GPS in the chevy”.

“He’s FBI”, Jax said. It was like all air went out of the room. “I’m worried he’s trying to get to me… through you”, I said. “I’m sorry…”.

“It’s not your fault, teach’”, Clay muttered. “We’ve been getting heat even before this… But the feds. We need to figure this out”.

Jax put both his hands on the table; and sat up straight. “Cat is my old lady”, he declared. A rush of heat went through my body; and I didn’t know whether to smile; or go hide under a rock. “I take responsibility for her”. “We all do, son”, Clay said. The rest of the table muttered in agreement. “This club is nothing without family. We are a family”. “Thanks, brother”, Jax said. “But what’s the next step?”.

Clay sighed, and clenched his impressive jaw. “Like you said; we don’t know if what happened with the Irish has anything to do with Jax’s old lady. So for now; we play it safe. Treat it as we see it”. He looked at me. “We’ll keep you safe, sweetheart. This guy isn’t going to get to you. If he shows up; and it turns out he’s also to blame for our situation with the feds – well, it’s two birds with one stone when we get rid of him”. “We’re not just going to get rid of the FBI, Clay”, Tig said. “That’s for church. Tomorrow”, Clay answered; and stood up. “3 pm. Juice brings donuts; he’s behind on his dues”. Juice shrugged an apology. “Take your girl home, Jax”, Clay said. “She looks like she needs some tlc”.

They all stood up, and began leaving the room. Chibs walked around the table; and gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ve got you”. “Thanks”, I muttered.

Once everyone had left the room; Jax put his arms around me. “How are you holding up?”. “I just told six armed criminals that I might have brought the FBI to their doorstep”, I said. “I’ve been better”. He kissed me softly, making me melt into his arms. “You have nothing to worry about”. “Because I’m an old lady?”, I chuckled. “You’re my old lady”, he smiled; and kissed me again.

“This has got to be the weirdest two weeks for anyone, in the history of time”, I said. “Welcome to Charming”, Jax smirked. “Let’s go”.

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I left my car at TM; and Jax drove me to his house on his bike. He unlocked the door; and followed me inside; hanging his cut on the coat-hanger by the door. I put my jacket next to it. “I’m gonna take a shower”, he said; and kissed my cheek. “Wanna join me?”. I smiled softly. “Yeah”.

He took my hand, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I hadn’t been in this end of the house. To my right I saw the door to a nursery; and to my left; what I thought was Jax’s bedroom.

Once in front of the bathroom door, Jax halted; and put his hands on my waist. “If you just want to sleep; I’ll understand”. I shook my head. “I need something to take my mind of things”, I smiled. He smiled, leant in; and kissed me. My lips parted; and his tongue found mine – softly letting them both brush against each other.

As I pulled back and met his eyes, I suddenly noticed specs of green in them. It made them even more deep and soulful.

He pulled off his t-shirt, and stepped into the bathroom. I followed his lead; and pulled of my own. He gently turned me around, and undid my bra for me; pushing the straps down my arms, kissing my shoulder gently. As I shrugged off my jeans and panties; he followed suit – and we were both naked.

Jax turned on the shower, and stepped inside, giving me a hand to follow him. The water was a perfect temperature. Warm enough to heat up my body; but not so hot it scolded me. Jax pulled me close, and kissed my neck; before pulling back to look at me. He smiled warmly. “Yeah…”, he said, and nodded. I smiled back at him.

He pulled out a bottle of soap; and squirted out a little of the liquid in his hand. “Turn around”, he said. He began washing my back gently; lathering up the soap. It was a masculine scent. Jax’s scent. And I loved it. He slowly ran his hands up and down my back, before running them over my bottom; and to my front, stroking over my stomach – concentrating on cleaning me off. This was all for pleasure; but also, to relax me.

His hands moved up; sliding over my breasts; covering them in the lather from his hands. His fingertips traced my nipples, finding my nipples erect; and gently tugging at them. I stifled a moan; and leaned back towards him – feeling his erection fold upwards against my back. Jax lowered his lips to my neck; and kissed the spot he had found those nights before; drawing the same moan from me he had gotten then. “I’m gonna use this against you, you know”, he chuckled against my skin, “Do whatever you want, just please don’t stop”, I breathed.

He ran his tongue in a trail down my neck; and turned me around by my waist – grabbing my lips in a kiss. I slid my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer – heat radiating from my core, through my body. I pulled my head back. “Let me wash you”, I said. He nodded, and handed me the soap.

I squirted some of it into my hand; and lathered it up: Running my hands over his chest; he smiled at me, and rested his hands on my hips. I worked the lather down his toned stomach, relishing in his firmness; and the stifled moans from his mouth. My hands slid around his waist, as I stroked his back; from his shoulder blades down to his ass – working them around the cheeks.

His cock twitched against my stomach. “Sorry”, he muttered with a grin. “No you’re not”, I smirked. “Yeah, you’re right”, he chuckled.

I slid my hands to his front; grabbing a hold of his hardness. He hissed in pleasure. “Stand still, Jackson”, I chided. “I’m trying to wash you”. “Yes ma’am”, he breathed; and moved his hands down to my ass. “Just gotta hold on to something”, he said. I giggled; and began stroking his length, slowly grabbing a firmer hold of it. “Shit, baby”, he rasped. “You think you can go twice?”, I breathed into his ear. “I’m up for a trial… oh!”, he gasped; as I let my other hand grasp his scrotum; massaging his testicles softly.

Jax had to put his hands to the wall to not topple over. I rubbed my breasts against his chest; and moved my hand faster. He looked down at his member in my hand; and furrowed his brow in pleasure. “Baby…”, he moaned. “Please…”. “Please, what?”, I said. He let out a long breath; and inhaled again; clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. “Don’t stop…”, he moaned. I moved my hand faster. “Look at me, Jax”. He opened his baby blues again. His pupils were blown; and his breath erratic. I felt his balls clench up; letting me know he was close. I bore my eyes into his; before with a final thrust with my hand; he came – spraying his seed up both our torsos. “Shit!”, he groaned. “Baby. How the hell… you’re… wow!”, he gasped and smiled at me.

I washed us both off with the water from the shower; and kissed him. “My turn”, he growled. “Get you ass in bed”.

He turned off the shower, and I stepped out of it; grabbing a towel to dry myself off. Suddenly I was lifted into the air; and with a firm hold around my waist; Jax transported me into the bedroom – laughing along with my shrieks of glee.

He threw me on the bed. “Jax; I’m dripping wet!”, I yelped. “Are you?”, he said; and crawled over me. “Let’s find out”. Two of his fingers sunk into me. “Oh, God!”, I yelped. “I thought we established it was just me”, he chuckled; and began rubbing his palm against my clit, as he massaged my front wall. “You’re right. You are wet”. I grinned at him; and he kissed me passionately; quickly drawing me towards my own extasy.

As I came on his fingers; he positioned himself between my legs. “I can go twice, as it turns out”, he breathed; and pulled out his fingers – replacing them with his penis. He sank into my still clenching warmth with a groan.

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A good while and two orgasms later; I was resting against Jax’s chest. “Where the hell did you learn that?”, he chuckled. “I’m a mystery”, I smirked. He grinned, and kissed the top of my head. His fingers were drawing circles on my back.

“Actually, there’s something else I haven’t told you”, I said quietly. He raised a brow at me. “What? You a CIA plant now?”, he asked. “Nah, nothing like that”, I smiled. “It’s just, before I became a teacher… I used to dance”. Jax narrowed his eyes at me. “Dance?”. “Yeah”, I said. “I did burlesque”. Jax sat himself up a little; making me have to get off his chest. I sat up myself; pulling the covers over my chest.

“What, like stripping?”, Jax asked. He didn’t seem angry – more like amused. “No… it’s more a performance and an act, than just pulling off your clothes to get someone off”, I said. “So like that chick – what’s her name – Dita something?”. “Yeah”, I muttered. I bit my lip, not meeting his eyes.

Jax exhaled and took my hands. “Babe… I don’t know how to tell you this…”, he said. “But that’s probably the hottest thing I’ve heard you say. Ever”. I raised a brow at him. “What?”. “Please tell me you have pictures… Or video!”. I smiled crookedly. “I thought you’d be pissed when you found out”, I said. “Shit, no!”, he said. “Darlin’, the thought of you writhing around on a stage in nothing but a corset and panties, makes me hard as a rock! Seriously, feel it!”. He took my hand, and put it over his groin. He was right. I pulled back my hand, and laughed.

“I thought that would make you jealous; make you think I was a slut”, I said. “Oh, I would be jealous as hell”, he said. “But I would also know, that I’m the only one that has access to this gorgeous body”. He kissed my hand. “I’m the last person to slut-shame anyone. I’m lucky my dick hasn’t fallen off from the shit I’ve put it through”. I groaned. “Thanks, now I’m reconsidering our lack of condoms when we have sex”.

He pulled me to him again. I loved the feeling of his naked torso against mine. “Did you like it? Dancing?”, he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Honestly?”. He nodded. “I loved it. Would have done it still, if it wasn’t for my teaching gig. Schoolboards tend to dislike it when you moonlight at a job that requires you to dance in your underwear”. He chuckled. “You can perform for me, any time”, he smiled. “Seriously… do you have video? And can I show the guys?”. I smirked. “Yes… and maybe”.

He smiled victoriously. “Show me!”. I did a naked run to the bathroom, and grabbed my phone from my pocket. I found a video from a few years back; where I was dancing with a folding chair as a prop. I pressed play, and handed Jax my phone.

Within seconds his jaw dropped. “How’s that… ok… now you’re upside down!…”. His eyes were ablaze with wonder. “So that’s where you got it from!”. Once the video was over; he put my phone on the nightstand.

“Ok”, he said. He grabbed my waist; and almost threw me down on the mattress; climbing on top of me. “Round three”.

My squeal of delight was stifled by his mouth on mine.

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Settle (Chapter 3)

Summary: After the death of your best friend and their spouse, you went from Godparent to Parent overnight. Now, Mio is your world. Because of this new role, you move back to Tokyo, Japan in order to keep Mio with her friends and her school, even if it means you might run into *him*.

Warnings: Mentions of stalking. Swearing probably. Cannon violence. Single parenthood. barely mentions Mio’s parents passing. Mentions of needles/tattooing at home. First look at Dabi and the reader's abusive relationship...

Gender Neutral!Reader x ?????

Mentions of past GN!Reader x Dabi

A/N: So... I decided the direction for the pairing has changed and it could be anyone even though I made this with the intention of it being Shouta... but who knows!! It sure as hell isn't me in charge of this :)

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The next day, Aizawa escorts you and Mio to a Quirk Testing Facility nearby, wary of any watching eyes. He expects Hawks to be there, maybe a few others who are involved in the case, even a few involved from afar. This is one of those multi-agency cases. All hands on deck when it comes to the League of Villains.

Aizawa watches as you step out of the changing room with Mio in matching athletic gear, although yours shows more skin for ease of use of your quirk. You go sit down in the chair next to his as you both wait for the quirk tester to appear. Mio puts in headphones to listen to music.

A scowl shows up involuntarily on your face as soon as Hawks walks in. A smirk on his stupid, punchable fa-

“Why don’t you like Hawks?” Aizawa interrupts your thoughts before they can start to get violent.

Your eyes slid over to meet his for a moment before you turned back to the man in question, “I know his type.”

“And what exactly is my type?” Hawks interrupts from across the room.

Damn his excellent hearing.

You stood, going toe to toe with the bird boy, glad in this moment that Mio is busy listening to music. “You're the kind of guy who is a little too cocky for his own good, who doesn't care if he hurts anyone else to get what he wants.” You flush slightly when you realize just how close you had gotten to him.

“Sounds like a compliment to me,” he winks, a stupid lopsided grin on his lips.

It makes you want to-

“Alright Mx. L/N,” a woman walks in with her eyes on a clipboard, “Let’s see what you can do!” She looks up to see the impending clash and gives a look that tells you this is something she is used to.

You send Hawks a mischievous glare, “I can demonstrate on him if you’d like.”

Hawks is about to volunteer when the woman, Professor Tanaka, sighs and tells Hawks to sit down.

He sits next to Mio who begins admiring his feathers.

You start warming up your muscles and make quick but concise observations of the testing room. It made you nervous. You hadn’t gone to a hero school because you never wanted to be a hero. You would have been perfectly happy being quirkless however, you weren’t. You had this quirk and now that you had Mio, you would use it to protect her. Gone were the days of others using you for your quirk.

A chime goes off and a few bots appear for the upper left-hand corner. As you turn you begin to form a staff from your right side, pulling it up and out so that it doesn’t get caught on your shorts, you’d learned that the hard way. A few quick jabs and the bots fell to the floor and different ones come in. They were built to mimic common quirks so you had no way of knowing what they’d use, but you weren’t going to give them any time to show you. You quickly create the throwing knives you had tattooed on your hands/arms and threw them with precision so that they strike anywhere a bot could deploy a quirk. Then, you pick your staff back up and strike them. They explode on each other and you duck away from the blast. A chime goes off informing you the current test was over. So, you stand up and take a bow.

They were content with your performance, so now Professor Tanaka was having you make as many things as you could in succession. You look back to see your audience, Hawks is doing his best to look bored, Mio had excitement and pride written over her features, and Aizawa… you couldn’t read him. You had no idea what he was thinking or feeling and that made you nervous.

You were getting bored, so you had Mio come over and point at a tattoo for you to create rather than you picking at random. You created vines that extended past your arms and crept around the testing room, one wrapping around Hawks’ ankles and another up Aizawa’s chair to his chest. They moved in a snake-like fashion, curling and slinking up and around whatever you wanted. This went on for about 10 minutes before they began to disintegrate back into nothingness. You were drained, but now Mio had touched the butterfly, it was her favorite of all your creations. With the last of your energy, you create a swarm of butterflies that gently flit throughout the room.

Hawks gasps. You turn, intending to give him a smug look, but your eyes catch on Aizawa, who looks on with an almost childlike wonder. His eyes meet yours and that sparkle is back for just a second before it’s gone again.

You now look back to the professor who is writing in her notebook quickly. You had anticipated this. Most people with creation quirks could only make non-living things. You were somewhat of an anomaly. Before the professor could ask questions, you began explaining your quirk.

“My father’s side is full of run-of-the-mill creation quirks while my mother had an illusion quirk. I got the mix of the two. I’ve never been able to create anything more complicated than bugs and insects. My vines seem alive, but they’re probably closer to working like Eraser Head’s capture weapon. Inanimate objects are easier. I can keep those up for hours if need be. My vines didn’t last long because I’m already worn out and I’m directing multiple parts at once. The butterflies last longer because I don’t control where they go or what they do, at least so far.”

Professor Tanaka nodded as she continues taking notes, Mio was having the time of her life running around amidst all the butterflies, Aizawa was trying not to stare, and Hawks had a look on his face that causes you concern. He stands and approaches you quickly, wings puffed, back straight.

“Y/N, why the hell aren’t you a hero? We could use someone like you!” he was exasperated, but you knew he didn’t understand.

“Hawks,” You said as you stand. Your butterflies begin to swarm behind you causing a beautiful but terrifying visual. “Why do you think you know what's best for everyone around you? Why do you think you know me? I’ve played hero before and it was hell. I am not an object, a weapon to be used by someone else!”

Your butterflies swarm him, following the emotion you carry with your words. They aren’t going to hurt him, but Hawks uses his feathers to disintegrate your creation. You shake your head at him and he feels something odd in the pit of his stomach. You almost reach Mio when you collapse and luckily Aizawa is there, catching you quickly.

“I fear we pushed them too far,” a distant voice comments. “We ought to save Mio’s testing for another time.”

“You know why we need these results, Professor,” A smoothly annoying voice responds. “I say we do it anyway.”

Professor Tanaka speaks again, “We need parental or guardian permission before we can perform testing on minors. I will not skip a step because you *need* something.”

Then a third voice pipes up, “I’m lead on this investigation and I say we wait.” His tone is bored but straight to the point.

Thank you Aizawa, you think before you lose consciousness again.

Dabi has been in this damn tree for hours by the time you return, the erasure hero helping you walk up to your apartment. Dabi moves so he can keep an eye on you as you walk through your bedroom door. You begin to shed clothing as soon as the door is shut and Dabi takes a moment to look over your naked form, taking count of the different tattoos that cover your skin. Most are new- at least new to him. But he sees the dagger he inked into your skin so many years ago placed on the back of your thigh before you jump in the shower.

Dabi had helped you get out of a scrap with some lowlifes who would have picked a fight with anyone. You didn’t have many weapons at your disposal. So far a few throwing knives and your vines, but you’d have yet to master your throw or control of the weaving plant.

The plan for the evening had been to grab some pizza, but you were left exhausted. Whatever was in the fridge would have to do. Dabi picks you up and gets you back to your dingy shared apartment. It took a few hours, but you eventually woke up and stiffly got up from the spot Dabi had discarded you on the couch. Carefully you sat down at the desk with transfer paper and began to work on a design. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when a shadow covered your lighting.

“What do you think?” you ask, still focused on correcting an edge of the blade.

“I think it’s sexy,” he whispers, lips at the shell of your ear.

He gives you a few suggestions and then you print the drawing on the transfer paper.

“Where do I put it?” you’ve got an eyebrow raised suggestively.

“Let’s see,” he circles you, looking over every inch of skin that was currently exposed. “Pants,” he demands more than asks.

You do as he said and wiggle out of your pants. He gets closer, crouching down to run a rough finger down your leg before he determines the spot, leaving a kiss just below your left ass cheek.

Then he gets to work prepping the workspace, making sure everything was sterile. He places the stencil, taking his time. When he removes the paper you turn to look in the mirror and nod.

The only time Dabi is tender is when he has the needle in his hand inking you with your drawings. This process is what keeps you there. You know he’ll never let anyone touch you, he’s too possessive… and obsessive. But, you were drawn together for a reason- you were both too broken and too angry at the society of heroes everyone worships.

Dabi sighs, feeling odd about the hero making you dinner. “How disgustingly domestic,” he mutters to no one. “I'll give you one more night of peace,” he says decidedly. “League be damned. I’m doing this my way.”

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Thor - New Asgard

Requested by anon C from my Fluff Alphabet. Since you didn’t really said if you wanted a descripition or a small fic, I made a small fic! I hope you like it!

Plot: life in New Asgard is peaceful, but the past always comes back.

“This is ridiculous” you sighed frustrated, even if you knew you weren’t trying at your fullest. “Another night with no bites. I don’t know why I even try any more. I can’t provide for us, we’re gonna die”

You squeezed yourself between Thor and the wooden rail, that let you enjoy the beautiful sight of the Norwegian countryside in front of you. Instinctively, he opened his right arm and let you cuddle against the plush of his body, resting your head against his shoulder. He smelt weirdly well, something between pine and nature.

Affection was something hard to show those days; or years. It felt wrong to do so, while the rest of the humanity cried for their lost ones. But Thor chuckled, and you felt a twinge of guilt at the affection pulling at your heart.

“It’s not necessary, you know that” Thor teased. “I called Domino’s five minutes ago”

“Forgive me for trying to eat something healthy for once”

“If we did, you wouldn’t be cuddling me so much”

You swallowed your smile and hugged his middle close. Since the last Thanos attack, Thor had been having a hard time. Which meant that his muscles and tamed beard was gone, and instead came his soft belly and big thighs. That wasn’t necessary bad, because he could still carry you around when you were too tired to talk and his cuddles were no longer interrupted by you being uncomfortable with his hard muscles.

Thor was more than happy to be able to make you smile in times like that, and if it meant he had to eat more than usual, he was happy to complain.

A soft breeze made your hair move with the wind, and Thor’s fuzzy jacket seemed the most perfect thing in the world. Your hand made its way under it, and Thor chuckled.

“Make yourself comfortable, my lady”

“I am. Very, actually” you hummed. “When is the delivery guy coming?”

“Give it one thirty at least”

Living away from the world had its pecks, too. You had to drive one hour to go to the nearest supermarket, the closet thing you had similar to internet was an old rusty TV with a game console, and the telephone didn’t work. The good thing was, that after everything that had happened, you had time to heal.

It was silent for a while in New Asgard, the kind people who inhabited the small village ready to go home and rest with his families.

Thor reached to gingerly brush your hair being your ears, his fingers threading in your hair in a way that lingered several beats too long.

“Everything will be alright” he assured you, even if you had not said anything.

“I don’t know if that’s true” you said, voice muffled by his jacket. “You’re leaving”

The truth that had been dying to leave your lips since the first moment in the morning had finally done it, and you didn’t feel an inch better. Thor knew that you had heard the conversation about reversing the snap, and the possibility of him leaving New Asgard to travel back in time. In your opinion, he had everything he needed there; he had you, a new village to rule and people who were faithful, who didn’t blame him for what happened to their planet. But Thor was, Thor. Precious, hurting, beautiful and sweet. He had been your guardian angel since you met in Odin’s palace for the first time, when you were just a mere visitor to the castle. And you had never known a more selfless person.

You leaned in, his beard tickling your face as you very timidly brushed your lips against his. It was too bushy and made you itch.

Thor watched you with sad, wise eyes. You had had the argument about him leaving that morning, early in the sunrise when he had woken up to an empty bed. And even if it pained you, you knew he was right.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. “I didn’t – you know I don’t like it. But I understand it”

He cupped your face, pulling you back against his face as he opened his mouth to you, kissing you harder. His teeth scrapped against your bottom lip and your heart leapt into your throat. Your fingers threaded into his messy braids and, as he came up for air, you rested your foreheads together. His blue and brown eyes both seemed to twinkle at you.

“I’ll be back” he promised you, again. “I’m not gonna be defeated three times by him.”

“And I bet he doesn’t want to see me angry. He better not touch a hair of your beard”

“Will tell him that” Thor roared with a loud laugh. “They won’t stand a chance against you, my love”

The argument about letting you fight poked at your tongue, but you swallowed it before you could say anything. Thor had already lost so much, that you understood that he couldn’t stand the sight of you in the battlefield.

You lifted your legs to strangle him completely. Arms around his neck, noses inches apart, everything seemed to be on its right path. His soft belly got in the way, but instead of being an obstruction, it was like a fluffy cushion to rest on. Thor’s hand rested on your ass, making you inch closer until you could kiss again.

Desperately, you didn’t want it to feel like it was your last one. So you enjoyed it like if you were just two lovers before going to bed. The sun was almost down by then, and there was not a single sound. But you didn’t move, only your lips against him.

When you stopped, you didn’t return to your original place by his side, but turned your head to tuck it between his shoulder and neck, placing there a small affectionate peck. Thor rested one of his arms on your thigh and hugged your waist with the other. The sea rocking you both to sleep was the only thing in the background.

“I’m going to fix everything” Thor talked again. You took a second to cherish the king that laid behind his words, that was just barely resuscitation with the new opportunity. “And then I’m going to teach you how to fish properly”

“And we’re going to make homemade pizzas” you added, smiling with your eyes closed.

Thor hummed in approbation and closed his eyes too.

You ended up falling asleep on him, dreaming briefly about a world where Thor wouldn’t have to go to war for the third time. Where Loki was still alive and pranking both of you with the meanest pranks, only to go soft once you talked to him seriously. A world where everyone had a chance to live, lucky enough to be together like Thor and you. In your dream, there were smiles and laughs, people being happy and Thor gripping your hand.

There was no pain or suffering, no tears shared late at night or screams at the deaths. Only love, Thor and happiness.

You woke up by voices, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Thor accepting the pizzas with one hand while still holding you with the other. And you smiled, because you were sure that your king would fix everything and come back home.

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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Wires [4]: Frustration

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M Fandom: Devil May Cry Relationships: Dante/Original Female Character(s), Implied Nero/Kyrie, Implied Vergil/Original Female Character(s), Implied Lady/Trish, Dante/Lirael Thorne, Dante/Lir Characters: Dante, Morrison, Nero, Original Female Character(s), Lirael Thorne, Lir Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Detectives, Violence, Gore, Dark, Horror, Supernatural Elements, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Serial Killers, Angst, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut Summary: In Red Grave City, a serial killer stalks the streets. Lirael Thorne, recently transferred from Fortuna and looking for an escape from her past, winds up on his trail. Hunting him with her veteran partner, Dante Redgrave, they try to piece together the wires that bind the three of them together. In a race to catch him before he leaves more victims in his wake, the things thought buried will come to the surface, tearing lives and comfort apart.

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“Death and life are the same thing- like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and back are not the same . . . They can neither be separated, nor mixed.” —Ursula K. Le Guin

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Lir takes Simon Marson’s statement with a grain of salt. It’s not that she doesn’t trust him—she doesn’t trust lawyers as a whole, but nothing so far has given her a reason to believe he’d outright lie—just that she’s learned firsthand how memories get clouded and fuzzy, particularly about routines. Sure, their victim worked for him. And, yes, she probably did the exact same thing every day, going to her paid internship at her father’s office Monday through Saturday, taking Sunday off, and spending Friday night bar-hopping with her friends. Yet there’s simply too much Marson was unaware of. The questions of who her friends are, what she did when she wasn’t working, her hobbies, any potential lovers, hell even where she lived, are all ones he provided no answer to or understanding of. To him, Sophie truly existed only in the hours between 8:00 am and 6:30 pm. Which isn’t exactly unusual, but it makes her job of following those leads harder, and she ends their interview feeling more irritated than she had when she started.

Dante, too, must be frustrated, because he says nothing at all to her when he leaves the observation room to join her at their desks, merely clacking angrily on his keyboard as he types his report. Lir does the same, transcribing the interview with Marson and her notes to send to Morrison later. A stiff drink is what she needs, maybe a call to Joan for a bit of relaxation, but she settles for chewing aspirin and drinking the bitter coffee unique to precincts. By the time she’s done recounting the events of the last thirty-six hours, her fingers are stiff and the throbbing in her temples has turned into a fierce clawing that makes her eyes water, and she’s keenly aware of the fact that they’re fast closing in on the forty-eight hour mark and how much more difficult this investigation is going to be beyond it.

“You eaten?” Dante asks. Lir shakes her head, and he picks up his phone, dialing quickly. “Me neither. ‘Bout to keel over, if I’m honest. You good with pizza?”

“Sure. Whatever toppings are fine.”

He flashes her a grin before speaking into the receiver, and Lir uses the time to read back over Trish’s findings. They aren’t pretty. While there were no ligature marks, showing that Sophie was neither restrained nor strangled, there were heavy levels of Rohypnol in her blood, meaning she would have been unable to do anything at all. In fact, Trish notes that the dose probably would have been fatal, given the fact that Sophie was well over the legal limit for intoxication, clocking a BA of 0.16%, putting her at the threshold for alcohol poisoning. Did she normally drink so much? Lir runs her fingers over the paper, frowning slightly as she thinks. Joan hadn’t said much more about Sophie’s habits other than her cocktail of choice, and they hadn’t asked for a receipt, a stupid oversight that needs to be corrected. Because if that much liquor was’t common for Sophie, it means either she was drinking a lot more, which could lead them to recent stresses.

Or that the killer was feeding her margaritas all night to make sure she was too weak to fight him.

“There was no phone recovered from the alley, right?” she asks. Dante gives a grunt as he hangs up the phone, and she leans back, stretching to relieve the tension in her shoulders. “We’ve got to find her friends, talk to them.”

“What about the mother?”

“Gone. Parents divorced when Sophie was . . .” Lir checks her notes. “Six. The original custody agreement was for the mom to have supervised visitation, but she went no contact when Sophie was twelve. The last Marson heard from her, she was living with her new husband in Portland.”

Dante whistles. “No contact? Think Marson was abusing her?”

“Maybe. But why would Sophie hang around, if that was the case? You watch your dad beat on your mom for six years and wind up working for him?”

He grunts and leans back, crossing his arms over his chest and staring thoughtfully at a spot just over her right shoulder. “Abuse doesn’t always make it to the kids,” he says after a moment. “Sure, maybe pops was an asshole, but he was probably smart enough to keep it behind closed doors. Or maybe there wasn’t anything goin’ on other than two people who didn’t want to be together anymore.” He pauses to take a sip of coffee. “Could have been mom, too.”

“Right.” Lir massages her temples, and the pressure there subsides enough that she no longer feels like her eyes are going to burst. A migraine is the last thing she needs right now, but that’s exactly where she’s headed if she doesn’t get some sort of rest soon. “So, we have a victim whose father knows nothing about her personal life, a killer who was smart enough to make sure we couldn’t trace her beyond the bar, and, after nearly forty hours, no real answers.”

“Sounds about right.” Dante’s grin is bitter.

“Fuck.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “Crime scene still roped off?”

“As far as I know. You plannin’ a visit?”

“Yeah. I need to get some air, and I want to take it in now that it’s quiet.” Lir grabs her coat from the back of her chair as she stands, sliding it on before leaning to open her desk and grab her gun and badge. Fastening them to her belt, she mutters, “Maybe something got missed.”

Dante gets up, stretching with a loud yawn. “Alright. I’ll go with you.”

“I don’t need—”

“I’m not babysittin’ you, Lir.” His eyes are somehow both grave and mocking, and she’s not sure which irritates her more. “There’s a killer. None of us should be goin’ out alone, especially with the statistics about who else might show up there to get their jollies.”

That gives her pause. “Right. Okay. You driving?”

He dangles his keys. Lips twitching, she turns and heads down the stairs and out to the lot, listening to the quiet thumping of Dante’s shoes as he follows her. For someone so big, he doesn’t make a lot of noise when he moves, and she wonders idly if it’s a force of habit or just how he is as she slides into the passenger seat of his car and fastens her seatbelt. Like always, he flicks on the radio and finds a classic rock station before starting the drive, and he ignores her popping two aspirin into her mouth and chewing them dry.

The ride back to the alley passes in the silence between them. Lir looks out of her window, the rain sliding along the glass turning the world outside to a muted painting of blurred shapes and bright flashes of color on an otherwise dreary background, and thinks. Sophie Marsons had gone to the bar, as was her usual weekend habit, and ordered her preferred drink. Had she gone with friends? Had they danced, and laughed, until a stranger stole into their group, with eyes only for Sophie, eyes full of murder that she might have mistaken for desire? Despite what she had said to Dante about their victim being chosen randomly, Lir has little doubt that she knew her killer. Statistics point to it, the inevitable need for the comfort brought by familiarity that a new killer needs to do his work. Statistics, the voice of her old academy instructor rasps in her mind, are statistically incorrect.

If Sophie wasn’t the first, then there’s another victim out there.

Cold, bitter rain lashes her as soon as she steps out of the car. Huffing, watching her breath condense and twist in the air, Lir pulls her hood up around her face and tucks her hands into her pockets, wishing she had a slicker even if the garish yellow color of it would make her stick out like a sore thumb. Dante joins her, grimacing as he sets a black trilby on his head, water dripping from the brim steadily. “Good thing we already got forensics,” he mutters.

“Mm.” Making a non-committal noise in her throat, she ducks under the crime scene tape and walks into the alley, where she stands and takes it in. Without pedestrian and vehicular traffic on the street, it’s unnervingly quiet; is this how it was at four in the morning? Nothing but silence as the dull oppressiveness of the city while Sophie was carved open like livestock?

Lir is moving towards the dumpster when something rustles behind it. Pausing, she stares at it, her brow pinched and her hand moving slowly to her gun, waiting. Cat, she thinks, or rat. Something digging for scraps now that humanity has gone away. But the silhouette she can just make out on the other side is too large, and, as she watches, a tanned hand grips the edge before a rain-soaked head pokes cautiously around, the eyes that she sees wide enough that the whites are like spotlights. Behind her, she hears Dante hiss, the faint splash of water as he slowly comes up beside her. Looks like he was right. Someone else had shown up, and now all that’s left to do is figure out whether or not they’re the murderer.

“Police,” Dante barks. “Don’t move!”

The man jumps to his feet and takes off, and Lir lets out a string of curses as she darts after him. They always fucking run, guilty or innocent, because seeing a cop always makes them feel like they’ve done something wrong. Bearers of bad news, thugs with guns, she’s heard it all, and she wonders how this guy thinks of the police even as she chases him down the winding alleys of a city she’s already growing to hate. “Thorne!” Dante shouts, his voice dwindling as the distance between them grows. “Goddamnit, Thorne!”

Up ahead, the black coat swirls as the man rushes through the maze. Sometimes all she has is a glimpse of fabric as he turns a corner, others, on the straight, narrow stretches, she can make out more of him, and her mind catalogues these snapshots. Slender build. Dark jeans. Heavy boots. The glint of a ring. A pair of wild eyes peering over his shoulder. Despite knowing she should draw it, Lir leaves her gun holstered. Don’t you ever, her instructor had said gravely, take that thing out unless you intend to shoot, and she’s got no desire to fire a bullet that would at best embed itself harmlessly into a wall and at worst ricochet and cause more damage.

Her hood falls back, rain plastering her hair to face and neck. In her chest, her heart is a drum, and her blood roars in her ears, equaled only by the low whistle of her breathing as she tries to control it to fight off fatigue. Keep moving, she tells her legs, don’t fucking stop until you know who he is.

At her hip, her radio crackles, only to be ignored. Right now, it is only her and her prey, locked in the chase until one of them is forced to stop. Guilty people run, sure. So do frightened ones. Which is he? Killer or morbid onlooker, dangerous or afraid?

Lir never gets the chance to find out. They burst into a side-street, the cars around them blaring horns of fear and anger at this sudden intrusion, and a hand clamps onto her shoulder and yanks her back as a truck passes through the space she’d been about to step into. By the time it and its trailer clear out, the man is gone, and a scream bubbles in her throat that she fights to swallow. She knows who grabbed her—the scent of Dante’s cologne, muted by the rain, wafts into her nose, accompanied by the spiced, salty blend of sweat and deodorant—and she allows him to lead her back to the sidewalk, where she doubles over with her hands on her thighs and struggles to slow her breathing from the harsh, jagged pants to something close to normal. At this angle, she can make out the way water has turned the leather of his shoes a dull brown. Never gonna look nice again, she thinks, and closes her eyes against the swell of nausea that comes from exertion on an empty stomach.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Dante growls, his voice rasping and hoarse from chasing her. “You ever stop to think for a damned second that we’d need backup? Or that chasing that idiot could have gotten you killed?”

The scolding makes her angry all over again. “I’m sorry,” she snaps, straightening to glare at him. “Should I have let our only lead so far go?”

“If it meant surviving? Yeah, you should’ve. Or were you hoping to wind up like Marsons?” His eyes are cold with fury, his cheeks flushed with it. “I told you, I fucking told you—”

Lir’s phone rings, cutting off whatever tirade he’d been heading towards. Scowling, she answers it. “Thorne.”

“You with Redgrave?” Morrison asks, crackling with static.

“Yeah.” Dante makes an impatient motion with his hand, and she holds up a finger in the standard request for a minute of silence.

“Get your asses over to Tellula Park. He’ll know where it is.”

There’s something so foreboding about Morrison’s tone that Lir knows the answer to her question before she even asks it. “What’s there?”

Morrison sighs. “Another body. Looks like our killer didn’t want to wait for us to catch him.”

“We’ll be there.” She hangs up, then looks at Dante, frustration and defeat welling within her to make her voice curiously flat. “There’s another victim in Tellula Park.”

Dante curses. “Our guy?”

“Morrison said it was,” she replies.

He glances around, studying the street sign at the intersection. “C’mon. Car’s about two blocks away. We’ll have to book it if we don’t want Morrison to rip us new assholes for taking our sweet time.”

Lir nods. Dante turns and starts down the sidewalk, and she follows, craving a drink and a good night’s rest and maybe a bit of company, angry to have wasted time on some idiot onlooker when the killer was busy leaving them another corpse, another family to notify, another twisted web. I didn’t know, she thinks, and that just makes her feel worse. Tunnel vision, that’s what she had fallen into, too focused on what was in front of her nose to take a second to really contemplate if a killer who took such care not to be noticed would have been so stupid as to come back to the scene of his crime in the middle of the day with cops still around.

They’re sweating and miserably damp by the time they reach the car. Dante pulls towels from the backseat for them to sit on—something her father had done, to keep water from damaging the seats—and turns on the heater to fight some of the chill. It’s only once they’re on their way to the new scene that he says anything at all. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Lir’s head snaps towards him at both the words and the sympathy within them. Not that it’s unusual for cops to know how their partner feels, but usually that takes years of working together, not days, so either he’s particularly good and reading the people around him or he’s projecting. “What?”

“The new victim,” he explains. “Wasn’t anything you could have done. We had and have nothing to go on, and you chasin’ that guy didn’t get this one killed. Or,” his mouth twitches, “do you think you’re better than every other cop on the force?”

“Of course not,” she protests hotly. “I just . . .”

Dante cracks the window and lights a cigarette that he pulls from the pack in his door. “Look,” he says, exhaling smoke, “I get it. You’re new, gotta prove yourself, and this guy is a pain in the ass. But you ain’t got any control over him, or what he does. Only thing you can do is learn, be better, so you can catch him.”

It’s spoken in the same tone he might have used to console a weeping toddler, and she bristles. “You don’t know me.”

“No, but I read your file.” He glances at her as he tosses the cigarette, still half-lit, out of the window. “You know what was top and center on the behavior section? Empathetic. You feel things, Thorne, feel ‘em deep, maybe, and that’s great for gettin’ inside the head of whoever’s doin’ this, but it means he can get inside your head, too, if you let him.”

She sinks into her seat, thinking of her dream, and gooseflesh breaks out across her arms despite the warm air blowing from the vents. “So what’s your drive, then? Fame? Promotions?”

Dante snorts. “Nah. Just don’t like bastards who hurt women, that’s all.” He pauses, then exhales slowly. “Look. I’m not gonna rat you out to Morrison. You made a decision that anyone else would’ve made. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fucking stupid decision, but . . . It stays between us. Right?”

There’s a rush of gratitude that she hates feeling. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” he agrees amicably.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante #dante sparda #dmc oc #lirael thorne #lir #dmc fanfic #dmc fanfiction #writing #story #myfic #wires

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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I just came here to say, can you imagine after endgame Sharon finds Nat's white suit in her belongings and decides to wear it and make it her own as a reminder of what she lost and what is left to fight for?

When Sharon Carter first came to SHIELD, she wanted to be just like the other agents.

And yet that was hard for her. It was hard to act like every other agent because she wasn’t like the other agents and they knew it.

She had someone in the organization before her. That’s why she was Agent 13. There were always members of family, but it was usually only the agents that either posed an individual danger or a family danger that got the number.

In the first two weeks, the rookies had figured out that Sharon and Peggy shared the same harsh gaze when they were frustrated.

They scorned her, leaving her to fend for herself.

“You got in because of Carter,” they sneer. “I’d rather have someone who actually earned their spot.”

“Even if that did happen, do you think my aunt would’ve let me into this profession if I wasn’t as skilled as you?” Sharon fires back. “I can finish this mission in twenty minutes on my own if I really wanted to.”

“Then do it,” Agent Riker bites, smirking. “Go ahead and prove yourself, Thirteen.”

Nineteen minutes and twenty-two seconds.

And she does it all in a white t-shirt and jeans, the worst outfit that could’ve been.

“So what, you’ve proved yourself,” they shrug. “Doesn’t make a difference to us.”

So Sharon scraps the idea of having people who are friends at work, friends that she can talk to and go to the bar with after work.

And then she does perhaps the ballsiest move.

She orders a custom white jumpsuit.

The SHIELD tailor laughs. He’s an old man who goes by the name Joe.

“You’re crazy,” he tells her, sweeping a measuring tape across her shoulders. “Maybe they need a little crazy.”

Sharon nods, looking at herself in the mirror.

She shows up to work in white, ponytail out of the way.

Fury gives her a look.

“Really, Thirteen?”

“Everyone’s already criticizing,” Sharon answers. “Why not get some for the suit as well?”

White really is her color. It’s what she’s known for, and a lot of agents still criticize her for it.

“You trying to show off even more?” one sneers.

“Why would I have to after your last mission?” Sharon answers sweetly. “It’s clear to me that you obviously need more tips on how to be inconspicuous.”

It’s bitchy. She knows that. But she also can’t be bothered to give a shit if they’re judging her by family and not by skill.

And then Black Widow.

Natasha Romanoff takes one look her and scoffs.

“Got something to say?” Sharon asks.

“I don’t get the white suit.”

“You will,” Sharon responds. “Just wait.”

Romanoff hears the rumors. Sharon Carter only got into the organization because of her connection to her great-aunt.

“You really think SHIELD would be that stupid?” She asks Agent Riker. “To hire an agent off a basis of family? I thought they hired people smarter than you.”

Sharon’s surprised.

She also makes her first friend.

Natasha Romanoff is deadly, has horrible humor, and wears fun socks after Sharon takes her to get some color in her wardrobe.

“You cannot tell anyone,” Nat makes her swear.

“Who is there to tell?” Sharon asks, grinning. “Besides Clint.”

“Clint doesn’t count, I’m not even sure if he’s human. He ate a paper plate because he was too tired to differentiate it from the pizza in the fridge.”

“I love that man,” Sharon deadpans. “I think if I ever dated men, he would be my type.”

Natasha laughs.

They’re friends. Sharon’s there with coffee in the rough mornings and Natasha is there with words that have lost their edge as she sheds her reputation at the door.

The Avengers is a new thing for Natasha. She loves it because she tells Sharon that it makes her feel like she finally has a family and she’s doing something that’s worthy.

Sharon ignores the jealousy and envy and sadness burning in her gut as she takes a sip of her wine glass and asks Natasha how it is working with Captain America.

(She knows who he is. She’s always known. But that kind of connection is one that she’s not sure she’ll ever flaunt because Steve does not know that she knows Steve.)

Natasha gets more involved with the Avengers and still texts Sharon, but she knows. This friendship is fading and Sharon turns back to a white jumpsuit lying on the couch when she gets home and gets out of her shower.

Natasha can’t make it to lunch. Or dinner. And their shopping trip gets cancelled by an Avengers mission.

Then Sharon loses SHIELD, which in some cases was everything to her. It’s the last connection to family, to a place where Sharon did what she did best: her job.

And now it’s razed to the ground and the Avengers are still there and Natasha--

She has her hands full.

Sharon bitterly looks up at the sky to see the Iron Man armor and for a brief moment, hates the team that has taken her friend from her.

But Sharon has shit to do. She has to decide if she wants to work for the FBI or CIA, and which one can offer her more security.

CIA agents don’t give a singular shit if she came from SHIELD or what her last name means. They’re mostly concerned with making sure that the Congress and the Senate don’t fuck everything up and that they catch whoever the hell is eating all of the leftovers on the third floor fridge.

Sharon gets paid for this. Real, actual money.

And they know that she’s good and they send her on protection missions and she misses Natasha’s calls and she doesn’t feel quite bad about it.

It’s when she’s assigned to survey Germany because some idiot used facial recognition software and Steve’s making boneheaded decisions that she reconnects with Natasha.

“Your hair got longer,” Natasha says.

“Nice of you to notice,” Sharon says tersely. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re about to be in? You won’t be able to go anywhere.”

“Anywhere, really?” Natasha asks, amused. “I’m sure I can think of someone who would welcome me back with open arms.”

“Clint doesn’t count,” Sharon fires back.

“Not who I meant.”

“I know exactly what you meant,” Sharon says. “No calling, no plans, all of it cancelled. You’re a family kind of girl, Nat.”

“You’re part of it.”

Sharon turns, incredulous. “Really. You’re doing this now?”

Sharon knows Natasha like she knows her apartment. She could walk it with her eyes closed. And she knows that Natasha is never this open, not in public.

“Either you’ve changed how you approach your emotions or you’ve gotten sloppy in how you manipulate people,” Sharon says, casual as can be. “I know that you want to go against this. I understand that because chances are later on down the road this will blow up in your face.”

“And now you’re going to pretend like you didn’t slip that file to Steve?” Natasha accuses.

“I slipped it to Steve because as much as I don’t like this, I don’t want an innocent man to die,” Sharon hisses.

She has her white jumpsuit. But she hangs it up in her closet because for something like what they’re planning, she can’t afford to be in white. This isn’t like the twenty minute missions.

And then it gets more serious and she’s fighting like hell against Thanos and his aliens and the fact that everyone is gone.

But not Natasha. Not she’s still on this earth and Sharon knows it kills her because she’s never thought she was enough for that.

They make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and sit on the floor in a sunroom. It’s a beautiful day, probably one too beautiful for how many memories they both hold.

“I don’t know if it’ll be okay,” Natasha says. Her voice is thick with unsaid and unheard emotion, and Sharon pulls her into a hug.

“It might not be,” Sharon says quietly. “But we’ll have to keep going anyway.”

So Sharon is introduced to Steve, the guy with a beard who still keeps fighting and looks at Sharon as if he’s expecting someone else. (She pretends like she doesn’t know what he’s doing.)

She starts looking at sightings and patterns and helps people who she’s never met help keep the world safe.

Natasha and Sharon tell stories to each other of people they’ve known. Sharon listens as she grieves and Natasha finds out that Sharon’s own family has been gone.

They spend Christmas together and Christmas kind of sucks right now because everyone is crying and the only thing that’s sold out at stores are tissues.

Sharon wonders if Tony got dusted. No one knows. He was up in space and they haven’t found him yet and she can’t say it doesn’t hurt.

But then. He comes down in his spaceship, Carol Danvers finding him on the verge of death.

He can’t stand the sight of Steve, and Sharon can’t say he blames him. She’s in charge of getting him to in-house care and making sure he doesn’t stray off the nutrition goal.

Pepper and Rhodey sit by his side all the time and they give Sharon looks because she’s Tony’s cousin but not really, not in the sense of a traditional cousin.

She met him that one time when he was probably a little bit buzzed, definitely over having small children look up to him and ask if they can have him play, and probably brushed her off.

Or something.

He’s angry with Steve and tells Sharon right off the bat that he refuses to have anything to do with what’s going on.

“This is my second chance and as shitty as it is for all of you, I’m keeping it,” Tony says firmly.

Sharon says okay because she really can’t blame him.

(Not when six months after he gets back and gets himself better, Pepper announces that she’s expecting.)

Sharon visits often. She brings Pepper her first supply of diapers and formula and Pepper smiles and says she’s welcome for lunch if she’d like.

Natasha doesn’t talk to Tony. Sharon thinks she kind of resents her own position in this whole thing, but Tony nods to her and they understand each other on a level that’s changed.

“Do you think you’ll ever want a family?” Natasha asks one night. They watch the stars and come up with new names for them and sometimes talk about emotions. Like tonight.

“I’m not made for that,” Sharon says. “Work and all.”

“Me either.”

Sharon looks at her.

“No, you are. Because you care so much. You just learned it a little bit differently. You’ll get your family, Nat.”

Natasha gives her that pained smile, the one that holds so much wisdom and hurt in it, and they drink their beers in silence as Sharon contemplates the next mode of questioning that doesn’t have to do with loss or the future. (Possibility: cats.)

And then Scott Lang makes a fucking appearance. They’re not sure how, but he gets out and starts rambling about time travel and they take it to Tony who says “no thank you and goodbye” and Steve tries to get him to help but he won’t.

(It’s bitter in Sharon’s mouth, but it’s the kind of bitter you understand that you can’t spit out.)

Natasha thinks about all the people that are lost.

Sharon asks Scott how well he can do math.

Tony passes along a note, and it seems that Scott gets it, because they’re going to time-travel.

Clint and Natasha leave together, because they’re like two peas in a pod.

“I’ll see you soon,” Natasha says, grinning. Her smile is so nice.

“You better,” Sharon teases. “We still need Margarita Mondays.”

And then Sharon is also gone on a mission to go see her aunt and see Steve witness what he’s lost. Sharon looks at a young picture of her great-uncle.

“She had a good life, didn’t she?” Sharon murmurs. “She got to have somebody she loved and she got to have kids.”

“Yes, yes she did,” Steve says quietly.

It’s heavy for him but he relaxes and they run into Howard Stark, who doesn’t quite understand why Sharon’s there but doesn’t really push it because he’s excited for a new baby.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for that baby,” he says with a gentle smile that’s so fake Sharon can’t believe it.

So she says something. Because she can’t keep her mouth shut.

“You practice that every night in front of the mirror?”

Steve scolds her, but she thinks it’s worth it. She can’t wait to tell Natasha.

Natasha doesn’t come back. She died for a fucking rock and Sharon breaks because that was her friend. That was someone that she would’ve given the world for, and now she won’t get to tell her about her sick one-liner or about how time travel kind of feels like you’re going on a loopy roller coaster.

She’s gone.

But then Sharon can’t focus on it because she has to fight against Thanos who apparently is from a different time zone and has come to destroy everything again, and Sharon really can’t let Tony do his whole “self-sacrifice” shtick he pulls. (Jesus, if he couldn’t have just pulled a Dean Martin maybe they would’ve had televised roasts instead of a universal fight...)

Tony doesn’t die. She doesn’t think he deserves that. But he falls to his knees, the stones fading, and she’s holding him to stabilize him as he falls and his family comes and he gets rushed to the nearest medical facility Dr. Cho can find.

And Sharon is alone.

She doesn’t particularly like being alone in this instance but sometimes you have to be because those are the cards out of the deck.

So she helps relocate families, tells those who were gone the news, and buys herself a pint of ice cream. The news is talking about all these new accommodations and what it’ll do to the price market. She finds that she doesn’t much care and she thinks that all those conversations will be a thing of the past.

And there things to go through. Things from the dead. Clint has his family to focus on, and so it is up to Sharon to get Natasha’s things.

Then she finds it.

A white jumpsuit.

Natasha had called Sharon’s “stupid” for years, with no real explanation to why except for the fact that she would get caught easier.

(“Maybe that’s my intention,” Sharon says, body leaning in too close. “Maybe I want to get noticed so that I can get it done quicker.”

Natasha gives her a dim smile.

“Doesn’t always mean you get the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible.”

And then Sharon didn’t ask her about that. Figured it wasn’t her place.)

A white jumpsuit is something she didn’t know connected them. And she remembers having her own, but this one...this one has to be used. Has to be reinstated because someone needs to carry on who Black Widow is. Or rather, who Natasha Romanoff was.

It’s a slow start. But Sharon starts wearing the white jumpsuit that’s a little bit loose around the shoulders and looks for criminals, because god knows there will be a plethora of those.

Bucky and Sam join her in this. They were both gone and still look stupidly gorgeous, although Sam has the shield because Steve has decided it would be utterly convenient to go on a little time travel trip.

(Sharon’s not sure what’s up with that, but so long as she doesn’t start remembering a Great-Uncle Steve, she’s fine with it.)

It’s hard, definitely. Because sometimes she pulls out her phone to send something to Natasha, and she’s...well. She’s not there.

Sharon will sometimes wear her old jackets with outfits and cry, but she still has the memories.

A cute white jumpsuit can’t hurt either.

#lovelyirony writes #this turned out to be WAY longer than anticipated #just hot damn #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sharon and nat have difficulties BUT HEY LISTEN #THEY'RE GONNA COME BACK TOGETHER

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mentalcurls · 5 years

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6.5 Effettivamente

I’ve been waiting for this clip ever since 3.4 Argentina (which took place a month ago today btw), but in my soul I’ve actually been waiting for this coming out since forever.

my 💔 poor 💔 heart 💔 broke 💔 seeing Martino watch his friends interact from afar

they’re relaxed and comfortable with each other, their relationship is as close as ever while Marti’s relationship with them is in tatters, he barely speaks to Gio and that’s it

this is even worse than the picture Gio posted on IG on Tuesday, when Martino was supposed to go to Elia’s to prep for the exam and didn’t go

my 💔 poor 💔 heart 💔 breaking 💔 again because, despite Giovanni’s reassurances on Monday, Martino doesn’t believe Elia has forgiven him so he chooses to stay away from him... and let’s not forget Elia sits next to Marti during classes

Elia leaves, Martino finally approaches Giovanni, but he looks like he’s going to his death, look at his face, my poor baby

has he ever been bluer?

deep breaths baby, deep breaths

HE DOESN’T SAY ANYTHING? LEAVING THE FIRST MOVE TO GIO (who doesn’t disappoint thank God)? SO HE COULD HYPOTHETICALLY IGNORE HIM?

JEsus, the awkwardness between them kills me

the seconds of silence between the greeting and Marti asking the first question, Martino licking his lips and swallowing like he’s gathering the courage to say something monumental despite it being a silly, innocent question

THE STILTED CONVERSATION oh God why, I’m hurting

“Ma non penso che ti interessi, no?” (But I don’t think you’re interested, right?) is Martino twisting a knife into his own wound because he’s saying: you don’t want to go out with the radio guys, you don’t want to get involved into something I’m doing (and I like, because we’ve seen he’s putting more effort into it with the Virginia Woolf thing on Wednesday - though it might also be something to keep his mind occupied on something that is not his crumbling relationships), you don’t want to spend time with me

I mean, Marti obviously knows, intellectually, that Gio doesn’t want to go to radio things because of Eva and because it’s just not his thing, but deep inside it’s just another refusal, one which Martino preemptively steels himself for

That “se… se ti va puoi… puoi venire da me” (If you’d like you can come to mine) is said in the same tone Martino has when he tells Filippo he’s seeing a boy in 5.5 Pride and when he asks Sana about homosexuality and religion in 4.3 Evoluzione

“Pizza, mortazza e City-Real” ICONIC

Marti asks Gio to hang out with a half smile (!!!) but Gio remains impassible and Martino’s smile falls

when Giovanni asks about their score, it’s as good as a YES FINALLY, it’s the rebuilding of the bridge between them and Martino smiles fully possibly for the first time in weeks because that’s their game, their ritual, their friendship going back to normal

WHEN THEY LEAVE THEY’RE BOTH SMILING AND TEASING EACH OTHER my heart sings with joy

Marti and Gio who are still laughing and making fun of one another while playing FIFA

(FIFA is a big bonding ritual for the boysquad, it’s the way they settle bets, it’s one of the topics they tease each other about, they play tournaments when they don’t know what to do, they keep long term score of who’s best and it’s something they all love, it’s a place of comfort for them)

(FIFA is a football/soccer game, which is imho significant as the setting Marti picks for his coming out, he’s trying to reinforce the idea that he’s still a guy who loves “boy things” like sports and videogames, despite his sexuality - as well as trying to reinforce that he’s still the same guy who played the previous 47+56 games he and Gio kept score of)

(the fact that Gio hesitates before starting to play FIFA again after Martino tells him he likes boys probably ups the level of panic in Marti’s head, because what if he’s gonna be excluded from something as important for their group and as “masculine” as FIFA now??)

(when Gio starts to play again AND ASKS MARTINO ABOUT NICO AT THE SAME TIME it’s such an important thing for Marti because he finds out can have it all)

I would like to thank not only God but also Jesus and LudoBesse for the closeups of Ludovico Tersigni’s face when he smiles 🙏

Their knees touching just gets to me, for no real reason, and I kinda wish we were able to see if they kept touching for the whole time or if Marti retracted after coming out

EFFFFFFettttttivaaamenteeeeee (make it last longer c’mon, Marti, I know you can)

is it me or does Marti look a tad disappointed when Gio asks him if the person he likes is Emma? maybe it’s just nerves

Marti who keeps stealing glances at Giovanni, checking in constantly

Gio senses Martino is uncomfortable, especially after the “ma non l’hai capito?” “no non si capisce un cazzo” (“don’t you know?” “no, I can’t understand you for shit”) exchange, and cracks the Sana joke to make him relax a bit, you can see he’s trying to keep a straight face long enough to speak without giving himself away (he should learn to deliver jokes from Nico, I mean, he kept a straight face for the whole Maddalena and hypertrichosis thing)

“Non *swallows* non è una ragazza” (It’s not *swallows* it’s not a girl) POOR BABY DEER HE CAN’T EVEN SPEAK his throat must be so dry, he must be trying to keep breathing normally so hard, he’s probably shaking and THEN HE CLENCHES HIS JAW

once again Marti is steeling himself for the worst

and Gio just goes... slack, is the best way I can think to describe it, for a second. I don’t think it’s surprise? At least not for the gay thing, maybe for the fact that Marti actually confirmed it for him. It may also be relief

it’s just a second, then Gio gathers himself and thinks, looks at Marti who can’t meet his eyes

“Sono io?” (mind, non-Italian fans, it’s not a “Is it me?”, it’s more of a “It’s me?”)

I LIVE FOR MARTINO OVERCOMPENSATING WHEN HE DENIES IT to hide the fact that he did, indeed, crush on Gio for a long time 😘

the smiles. their smiles. Marti is slowly relaxing, Gio is finally understanding what’s going on with him and they feel like THEY’RE FINALLY FRIENDS AGAIN✨

Marti thinks it’s over, the three most important things he can see Gio wanting to know about (why’s Martino hurting, that Marti is gay and that he’s not in love with him) are out there and cleared between them now, and Gio smiled! And had nothing bad to say! Except he won’t play. Uh-oh.

HA, Giovanni Garau, patron saint of best friends, does it again! He’s put together all the little pieces, all the scraps of interaction, all the tiny moments when something he couldn’t quite pinpoint happened and BAM! He gets it, he knows.

Martino’s wry smile and nod

Gio mirroring him and nodding as well, halfway between “Okay, I can see it” and “Dude, well done, I’m actually kind of impressed”

and then Gio comes in like a wrecking ball against toxic masculinity and compliments Marti on his choice of man

Marti who acts like he’s never even noticed whether Nico is attractive or not

Marti looks so embarrassed, he should have been blushing (FE_CESARI UR GOOD BUT WHERE ARE MY BLUSHES ARE YOU A REDHEAD OR NOT????)

I wonder how closely Gio is mirroring the comments Martino usually makes when Gio himself tells him he’s attracted to a girl, maybe even when he told him about Eva? He tries his best to be supportive even though he doesn’t really understand, the exact same way Marti has always been supportive of him despite not understanding girls’ appeal

“Che fate, state insieme, uscite, COME STAI?” (What’s happening there, are you togethere, are you dating, how are you?) COME STAI GUYS most supportive best friend ever

“È un po’ strano lui” (He’s kind of weird) is such a weird way to put it? I mean, sure, you could say Nico acted weird, but not for the reasons Martino gives Gio, imo; he’s “weird” for changing schools in his last year, for his granddad’s puppets, for asking Marti to ditch a party he himself had asked him to and for dragging him to an abandoned pool of all places; Marti instead describes his as weird for appearing undecided, for seemingly stringing him along

is that a hint of disgust, almost, I detect in Martino’s voice while he quotes Niccolò’s text? Is he that fed up?

Gio makes a sound at that, that I can’t decide if it’s just an encouragement for Marti to go on, or if it’s an “okay, got it” while he plans Niccolò’s demise for daring to string Martino along

still, Giovanni sides with Martino but doesn’t tell his best friend he’s better off without Nico or make any threats of retribution or promises to fight for Marti’s honour or smth, because he’s a supportive pal who will trashtalk Marti’s s.o. when he acts like a dick but will still support Marti’s feelings for him and believes in Martio’s ability to take care of himself

I have Questions about Luchino’s voice message, specifically: who was this message sent to?

not Gio directly, because Luca asks “Voi c’avete”, second person plural

did he send it to the group with all four guys? but Marti’s phone didn’t ring, so either he’s got the group conversation muted (💔) or Luca sent it somewhere else

is there a group with only Gio, Elia and Luca in it to whom the latter could have sent the voice message? again, my 💔 heart 💔 breaks 💔

anyways, Marti is the best bro because despite not talking to Luca for two weeks he still offers up his notes

Gio taking advantage of Martino leaving without pausing the game to score on him lol

Gio asks Martino what he’s found while Marti is looking at the flipbook thingy... how much do you want to bet that by the time Marti answers nothing with that big smile on his face, Gio has seen the thing, what Marti was doing with it and the way he was smiling and he’s put everything together without Marti saying anything? that’s why he doesn’t press, as much as in recognition of the fact that Marti already opened up to him so much today

I 100% love the way both Marti and Gio start their sentences when they’re saying something important with “Comunque” (Anyways) as if it’s just a continuation from one long conversation between them, or as if they’re just stating for the record something that is obvious

Marti was definitely not expecting at all Gio to actively tell him he’s better than whoever Niccolò’s girlfriend is on principle, which in my experience is a very common best friend thing to say, and that hurts

Gio grabbing Marti by the neck and ruffling his hair is such a friend/brother thing to do, it’s a fond and exasperated thing in the way only siblings’ touches can be, halfway between an attempt to strangle you and a caress

This clip was so beautiful, the friendship between Giovanni and Martino is so beautiful, their ship is so beautiful! I’m so happy and so thankful for LudoBesse 🙏

#skam italia #martino rametta #giovanni garau #skamit #king giovanni garau the best most supportive pflag mom friend™#6.5 effettivamente #a. writes

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landprince · 6 years

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if you’re still taking prompts: #9 distracting kiss for soriku please? :D

TYPES OF KISSES PROMPTS

Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

Thanks for the request, Anon! I hope you enjoy this. (๑´ω`๑)

“You forgot an item back there,” Riku drawled as he watched Sora continue on. Sora made no indication he listened to Riku’s statement as he moved on in the game, opening a door and heading into the next level of the dungeon. “It might’ve been more health potions.”

Riku had been laying on Sora’s bed for the better part of an hour watching Sora play one of the new games the brunet had gotten recently. The two of them had been trying to get past a certain level for days now, neither of them able to get past a particularly strong mini-boss. The two of them had been holed up in Sora’s room, discussing strategies and looking up guides that would help them move on.

But so far, it had been nothing but fruitless endeavors on their part. After the third loss, Sora had gotten up from his spot on the bed next to Riku and moved to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, hoping that if he was closer to the screen he could see some trick or flaw in the mini-boss that would allow him to snatch victory.

Grunting as he both ignored and acknowledged the statement Riku made, Sora triggered a random fight after the screen loaded and he took a few steps into the new area. The screen flashed, breaking into a million pieces as battle music blared through the television speakers. Riku watched Sora’s character spit out a cheesy one-liner and drop into a battle stance before the enemies appeared out of thin air.

The enemies that spawned on the field were weak little things, creatures that Sora’s character would crush underfoot with little problem. It would be a very uninteresting match that would take only a few minutes to move on from.

Scooting forward on his belly, Riku stretched out across Sora’s bed, reaching his arms out to lay them over Sora’s shoulders so he could mess with the buttons on the controller the brunet was holding. Even though he enjoyed staying in and playing games with his best friend, he had gotten frustrated to the point of pure boredom with it.

He was becoming restless. Video games no longer able to capture his attention like they managed to do earlier in the day, and now he wanted Sora’s focus to move from the screen to himself.

“Riku!” Sora cried out in dismay as Riku caused his character to miss an attack and take damage. Clenching the controller in his hands, he shoved his hands forward in an attempt at keeping his best friend from pressing any more random buttons and messing with his fight.

Twisting his body, Sora turned to glare at his best friend who was grinning at him with a self satisfied smirk. “Don’t look so smug.”

Shrugging, Riku immediately wiped the smile from his lips and wrapped his arms around Sora’s shoulders, head resting atop the brunet’s own spiky mess of hair as the younger teen went back to his game.

“It’s fine. You didn’t die or nothing.” Riku watched with half lidded eyes as his best friend found his figurative feet once more after the slip up Riku caused and sliced through an enemy. The creatures death cries echoed around the room for a moment before a victory fanfare played.

“See? You’re doing fine,” Riku said with a kiss to the back of Sora’s neck, right above the chain of the necklace he always wore. He could feel the skin pimple from the tender affection, the slight shudder that coursed through Sora’s body as his lips made contact with flesh.

Sora nodded mutely, jostling Riku and causing the older boy to let out an annoyed noise from being dislodged from his spot. In retribution, Riku leaned forward and latched onto Sora’s earlobe and gently biting.

The controller clattered to the floor, a sharp gasp being ripped from Sora’s lungs as Riku’s teeth dug into the sensitive flesh. The brunet seized in his arms, head cocking to the side and opening himself up more, allowing Riku’s tongue to snake out and rasp against the shell.

Sora’s body gave a powerful shudder, his thigh bumping into the controller and making his character walk around in a random direction. Riku barely paid attention to the battle music that started up once more as another random battle was triggered.

Pressing a kiss to the lobe, Riku nuzzled his nose in the sensitive skin behind Sora’s ear, letting out a throaty laugh as Sora’s breathing quickened. “You should start playing again. You’re in a fight and your character is going to be killed at this rate.”

Riku’s hand slid down Sora’s chest, fingers wrapping around the crown pendant on his necklace and giving a tug. “Aren’t you going to play? And here I thought you wanted to get through this level today.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you do things like that to me?” Sora asked, voice lower than usual as he grabbed the controller from its spot on the floor.

The character on screen moved in sloppy steps, as if Sora wasn’t entirely able to focus on the game in front of him.

Good, Riku thought as his fingers toyed with Sora’s pendant. He was greedy for Sora’s attention, but too proud to ask for it outright while his best friend was still partially enraptured by the game that had stolen his attention all day.

Pained grunts fell from pixelated lips as Sora desperately tried to fight off the creatures that had surrounded him in the short time Riku had distracted him. He was soon gaining the upper hand in the fight as monster after monster fell to his character’s attacks, bodies piling up for several seconds before disintegrating into millions of pixels.

Sora’s eyes were glazing over slightly; obviously falling trap to the flashing lights and rhythm of synthesized fights. That definitely wouldn’t do. Riku had only stolen a minuscule scrap of attention from his best friend, and was hungry for more.

Twisting the chain of the necklace around his fingers, Riku gave another gentle pull, silently delighting as Sora faltered in button smashing for a moment. Searching lips fell to lavish tiny, biting kisses against Sora’s neck.

Riku felt Sora’s body react; the brunet tensed, shook, and the pulse against his mouth beat wildly beneath the skin. A tiny whimper left Sora as the boy’s head lolled to the side, giving Riku full access to the expanse of skin at the nape of his neck. Riku greedily accepted the gesture and attached lips and teeth to olive hued skin.

Distantly Riku could hear the discordant notes of a death hymn as Sora’s character was obliterated, killed by his lack of action. The controller was still clutched in his best friend’s hands, but his fingers were locked in a death hold around the grips instead of pressing any buttons to defend or attack.

Sora’s eyes were shut, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as he exhaled shaky breath while Riku kissed his neck. Reaching down, Riku took the controller out of Sora’s hands and placed it aside. He knew Sora would be absolutely infuriated if somehow it busted and he had to buy another one.

Placing one last lingering kiss to bruised skin, Riku bumped his forehead affectionately against the back of Sora’s shoulder, humming in delight at the disappointed grumble that escaped Sora. Blue eyes suddenly bore into his own teal ones as Sora turned, rising up on his knees as their mouths met.

Satisfaction coursed in heady waves through Riku, stroking his ego and allowing him to relax against the mattress as Sora’s tongue slid against his own. A content haze settled around them as the -at first- eager and desperate kissing turned into something languid that caused warmth to pool in the center of his stomach.

Before long the two were trading chaste pecks that were punctuated by soft laughter and even softer touches as they caressed one another’s faces. The hurried, eager kissing had made way for much needed affection.

“You could have told me you were bored,” Sora said as he rested their foreheads together and gazed into Riku’s eyes. “I would have stopped playing if you wanted to do something else.”

Riku had employed this tactic multiple times after the two of them started dating. It was somewhat predictable at times, but still caused wonderful reactions from Sora that both of them seemed to enjoy.

“Yeah, we’ve spent all day holed up in here. Wanna go grab dinner?” Riku leaned forward slightly, just enough that their noses bumped against each other and he gave Sora a small bunny kiss.

Sora patted his cheeks, smiling brightly before hopping to his feet and dancing out of Riku’s grasp when he reached for Sora in an attempt at pulling him back down again.

“Yeah! Let’s go out!” Sora readily agreed, nodding excitedly as he bounced about the room looking for some socks. “There’s this pizza place that opened up downtown that I’ve been dying to try.”

#asks #Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Riku #soriku #Ark Writes #have you ever been so tired you've wanted to cry #but I wanted to finish writing this tonight #Anonymous

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fmdxjerome · 6 years

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hello people from old and new! naomi is back in action with her son jerome. i’ve been stuck in my sisters house for the last weeks of my absence because she went on vacation and i had to take care of a sick rabbit who peed everywhere. i might have a disease now at the amount he bit me but what can you do. im joking. you might ask “but naomi doesnt your sister have wifi” yes she do but i’m an anxious wreck so spending my days on a first floor apartment with my sister on the other side of the world w an infected foot had me fucke d upppp boiii but now i’m back in my own home and my sister + her boyfriend are safely home!! foot all fine!! and everyone is calm again!! so!! i can return with a good heart. i’ll be sliding in the dms of the people who bear emoticon’ed me 600 years ago and bc i suck w introducing myself to new people i’ll just hi!!!!! i think when i wake up i’m gonna do a “bio reading” marathon as i write bc i need to appreciate. also shit i need more threads wow i suck might see me replying to some open starters and def need to get back to plotting bc there are some people i’ve been dying to thread with ;^;

its like 6am now so i might b heading 2 bed now but under the cut there will be a reintroduction to jerome (one i promised in januari i believe) as im rewriting his bio (no major things change really its just minor things nd its time for an upgrade) so yes! hello (ims will come tomorrow as well ;3;)

also fact. mullet daddy jaebum is jerome rn dont drag him dont @ him its gone before you know it. probs after idolized its a look tho wow i love- a chic farmer (... the short bangs are tragic tho jerome honey i kno u liked them on wren but ur not wren. jerome: but i- me: no. this this not this jerome: :( ok fine me: fuego

anyway before i pass out here is reintroduction. the triggers are; adoption, racism themes??? like yeah ok!! apologize if this is shit. hope everyone is having a good day though you all are great!

Jerome Gauthier aka Yuddy

-Anti idol

-Has an okay reputation but that’s because he’s smart about things.

-BC eyeing him tho *eyes fake friends with good reputation for him to hang out with* (hmu for fake friend plots. funny the person w the best rep of all actually likes jerome. bless jisoos christ. guess that praying on knees worked out in the end huh jerome. /dont/ sainthood is waiting)

-Talented™. (ask him to write songs for you) (Actually have a few songs in my library i want him to write but not sing so *eyes*)

-Passionate as fuck don’t mess with him in the studio (passionate all over tbh)

-Adopted and in search of his bloodlines

-Hoe but not really

-Actually, scrap that. Nicknames him JerHOEme

-Is actually lovely

-But acts like a shit

-Slips up and is soft to people sometimes before being a complete and utter asshole the next second

-bc soft jerome whOMST i only know deMON

-Suave Fuckboy who’s nonchalant about everything

-French™

-Will call you baby at some point in your life

-Signature smirk

-Egotistic???? Narcissistic??? a lil bit don’t stroke his ego

-Secretive™. not much info on his time in france

-Secretly a dad without children (except for his actual biological son insoo aka chorizo sausage who he goes to play ball with- i mean work on songs in the studio. seriously catch him picking up his son from soccer practice i mean shit no i mean- ok insoo is really his son dont fight me on this.)

-And also has a daughter an Oriental shorthair cat called Edith who he is so soft with he kicks out girls to cuddle with her. (one meow and he’s home)

- we support WISH hating jerome in this household. please people who have girls in WISH dont let them like him (or be a rebel and go against the mothers wishes but you’ve been warned)

-Dont let him get in your pants too like ask wren you dont want that (or i mean with the list of kinks i peeped maybe idk who am i to say what your muse wants or does not want idk im just protecting people from satan)

-Unlikely he’ll get in any pants now anyway tho bc he a proud shopper at papa juliens pizza and y’all some other brand type ish domino lookin asses NAH *throws hands up* rome’s in the house (no but guys. this is his soulmate THIS IS HIM. dISgUStiNG- )

-In 2016 interview took him out of context and it looks like he hates all idol rappers but is not true. He just doesn’t like companies making rap out to be like this thing you can do if you’re pretty and you can’t sing and he doesn’t like it when said pretty idols know nothing of it. he gets the grind but will side eye (benjy nd jerome already have a rivalry bc of this shit thank u interviewer)

-Dating scandals?? EHH. He almost had one with a Japanese model called Momo in the beginning of his career but BC did well of spinning them as friends and he legit had one with his ex last october which?????????? shit she touched his *spoiler* and it was *spoiler* . BC about to ban him from fashion shows damn. yoonah and him have to go to paris fashion week quick

-BC has yet to force him into a relationship tho. but damn he gonna be angry when that ever happens yoo.

-Studied to become a cinematographer. Now is annoying as fuck during recording MV’s bc he butts into everything (BUT thats why his his mvs so AESTHETIC. eye for beauty bois)

-Holler at ya boi if you want a nice mv he’s involved like that

-Also to the girls who have been in an MV with Jerome.. know he probably flirted with you between takes bc during he’s grade a professionalism but he still a ho

-Actual catlady no questions asked (he feeds stray cats and gets cut up by edith when she smells other cats on him rip)

-Actual wife material no questions asked (to quote the great Halit Yilmaz during that time Jerome stood in the kitchen for hours making baklava and other Turkish treats for Halit’s Eid al-Fitr: “Shit, Jerome if you were a girl i’d marry you in a heartbeat.” and its true. we would ALL marry jerome. who says no is lying. )

-Smooth™

-Ok the ego thing btw its weird its an act but hes weird about it dont ask

idk what else to write ok short rundown of his bio as again i’m writing a new one and i cringe every time i look at my old one. im probs forgetting a lot but EYO ITS 6AM WHO CARES

CHILDHOOD age 0 to 10

-Born to a single mom who got fucked over by a smash nd dash dad. (we side eye Ok Chanwook in this household.)

-Moms family discouraged her from taking care of him herself so putting up for adoption it is.

-Very emotional not ok mom boram cry a lot pls. (got v angry too like boi if she ever sees chanwook again he can change his name to no dick larry)

-Adopted by a French couple called Lucas and Daphné (previously named Annelies). pretty kool peeps

-JK racist assholes who fetishize jerome a lot. PLEASE. the yellow fever runs deep. take him away from them,

-Raised in a small town in France and knew 0 Asians growing up. so thats nice

-Loves his adoptive grandpa to death tho (who’s he named after u3u)

-Actually hates the rest lol

-Ok uncle Rémy pretty cool bc he laughs at teen!Jerome shit talking his parents and aunt Camille. She a sweety ;3; a bit odd but a sweety #stanauntCamille

-Basically the people on the Gauthier side and born from Jerome and Clemintine are ok, the rest is shit (except for his dad Lucas. He a Gauthier but he shit)

-Junior/Senior relationship w granpda ;3; “Pépé!!” “Junior!!” *tiny jerome swings around grandpa’s neck* LOVE

-Grandma passed when he was 9. (he loved her very much and would always show her his drawings on her bed ;-;)

-Hard time adjusting at first when he was a tiny toddler. had a lisp talking french. ;3; baby rome

-young jerome had a bad case of the abandonment issues he literally held onto his dads leg for like 30 minutes before the teacher finally peeled him away from him. my smol boi

-Elephants. remember this. is important. /sob

-TLDR; biological mom didnt want to loose him. adoptive parents and dad are fucks. grandpa is kool. jerome had a good childhood until he didnt. thank u ignorance

TEEN YEARS age 10 to 20

-middle school very nice

-j FUCKING KKKKK EMO JEROME INBOUNDDDD

-kids are mean. teens are mean. young!jerome v lonely

-honestly he had no friends. except for like maybe this one kid on his sport called mattheo but he kinda a weeb so uhhhh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-the time comes that he feels uncomfortable with everything korean. he already learned korean along side french and english when he was growing up but now distances himself from further learning. he clings to french culture a lot and even to this day he refers to himself as french and european, and rarely refers to himself as korean or asian.

-feels disconnected from both though. its like.. his parents took his korean culture away from him by using it for their own amusement. it was not his to have basically. and french- a lot of people around him give the vibe he’s not “allowed” to call himself fully french. they see him as korean, korean-french but never just french. he feels very misunderstood. lack of identity and just not fitting in

-around this time (or earlier i’m musing still) his cousin Antonin (moms side) kind of fell out on him. like. wow. not good. fucked jerome up a lil. (issues intensify)

-inferiority complex inbound/ is he ok? no he isnt. he starts writing to get his emotions out.

-Blessed Freddy rolled in teen jerome’s life like: guess we need to do history homework together jerome: aren’t you gonna make a ‘do my homework bc you’re asian’ joke freddy: why would i jerome:

-they bond over music, freddy is the one who gets him serious about getting into it (we thank our lord freddy for this gift of life we call singer/songwriter jerome. pray to freddy 10 times a day *srry jisoos christ but ur out*)

-literally young jerome would be a great soundcloud artist in this day and age. he was like joji meets rei brown with more of an rnb tinge. he liked ambient because it calmed him.

-in his old bio thats still up bc im a slow writer his old name was some dumb shit like l.only DUMB its romeles now (get it.. jeROME LESlie gauthier. im smart)

-OK IM GONNA GO QUICKER NOW

-eMO FOR A LONG TIME BC OF LONELINESS AND OTHERING FREDDY IS HIS BEACON OF HOPE WE LOVE FREDDY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!!

-had a big ass fall out with his parents when he was around 15? was like “UHHH FUCK Y’ALL” and moved in with his grandpa (he was very disrespectful like damn boy but you know what. i support)

-best decision of his life because grandpa v lonely after his wife died and Jerome^2 is… so soft.

-Jerome dancing/singing to old tunes and being engrossed with old movies

-Learning how to cook ;3;

-I mean bc his middle and highschool were in Laval he spend a lot of his time w his grandpa already so he already had a bed and ;-; #jerome^2

-Halit rolls into his life. Braces, huge smile, lil prepubescent stash ohmygod. My child.

-BLANC is born. Freddy/Jerome/Halit’s musical trio. Stan the Three Musketeers

-Found his first best friend and a purpose in Freddy. Found a home in Halit. (sob)

-Finds solace in rnb and hiphop. People start noticing him because of it. Writes songs and performs them in café’s. Found his niche. 15 to 19 where his “best” years

-THE BIG MOVE. After a concerned halit mom, a proud freddy mom and a “WHAT THE FUCK JEROME NO DONT GO” jerome mom they pack their bags and PARIS HERE WE COME

-Enter ex who haunts his life, Seo Yumi aka Marie (now model, v pretty, makes me cry)

-Spots her in the summer doing yoga in the park and boi he an assman so he got fucked up (jk he saw her face and was like wHAT love at first sight

-enrolls in film school, meets her there again and wow falls in love hard like wow calm down boy

-Dating~~~v possessive not good at ALL cALM DOWN JEROME

-ok he got his issues nd marie was the first one who openly listened to his problems and understood and made him appreciate his korean heritige bc she’s korean and showed him cultural aspects without the gross fetishizing that came with his parents and he just- he got intense ok. he already got a v intense personality so- still not good tho he needs to dial it down

-she thought so too and like after a year she was !!!! what the fuck. she is not one for serious relationships but jerome was like ehhh why not in the beginning its v nice to hear nd be seen as the most beautiful ok but then it got suffocating but instead of breaking up with him she kept him around. he a safe haven ya know. reliable. someone to built on later. *i wanna say she also didnt break up w him because his emo stories but marie,,, eh...* (funny tho like she got a thing for bad boys so she just “this is the fifth time you called me beautiful just degrade me lil like choke me idk” and jerome just “w-why would i do that you’re beautiful i dont want to hurt you” ah *looks into the future* ohhowthetableshaveturned.mp4 )

-Marie cheated on him the second she got the chance which was when jerome went to america w his bros

-Got offered a job as a songwriter when in ny. Wouldnt think he’d take it but after getting kicked out of school for beating the shit out of the guy marie cheated on him with and with marie out of the picture nothing held him back from starting a new life.

-TLDR; emo era. silver era. emo era 2 emo harder

ADULTHOOD age 20 to now

-Seoul make way for the rise of YUDDY™

-the name yuddy is from the film days of being wild. the character is kinda yuddy-ish too so he saw the film again and yep. thats my name

-Fuck_love.mp3

-Visits his orphanage. they like “nah boi u aint got no papers boi”

-Parents can give him access to his birthmother btw, aren’t doing it lol

-EMO

-Drinks. Sleeps around. Gets a reputation. You kno how it is. (gr8 ride tho. highly recommend. 5 out of 5 stars on yelp)

-SMASH ND DASH. Chanwook is that u??????

-One girl who he got with multiple times reminded him of Marie tho and that fucked him up for a bit (PSST ITS A PLOT WINK SO IF YA GIRL OF AGE IN THE 2013′S HMU BC ITS DRAMATIC HE GHOSTED THE SHIT OUT OF HER)

-Writes a lot of songs, a few for BC (knight baes). BC like *eye emoji* who dat boi who him iz

-Gets sign w BCreate and is like eyy life pretty good

-but lmao he debut and oh who’s that pretty girl promoting that lipstick?? oh.. its marie ;3;

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-Joins main label and literally joins w a blessing stream limbo on spotify

-wgm era was a great era of jerome lmty his hair was great, shared cute personal things, manager was happy, slept with his best friend, was married to a sweet beautiful girl ya know the good stuff 👍 no im not crying you are

-triple fantasy era was awful we dont talk about that he looked like his brother and i’m still emotional about him wow.

-instagram is a great song

-Interviewer: u mention an ex in ur song tell me more Jerome: *SWEATS*

-Marie: my short hair DOES look pretty thank u babe ur red hair was cute too <3<3

-The fact she linked to him now is spook

-But ok he still flirty, still daring, still yuddy™ but definitely less of the whole “sleeping around” thing now bc he… he uhh closetoyou.mp3

TLDR; he turned into his dad but romeo is rising AND HE IS SCARED!!!!!

also never forget jerome is the messiest king in this ok non y’all are as messy as him. he fucked his ex’s friend oK THERE IS NOTHING MORE MESSY. dONT COME FOR HIS CROWN

#Writer Speaks.#ooc. { i dont want to reset the clock again it says 6am in this post its almost 7am i've been here since 4 i'm slower than usual wow }#{ almost 7 its 7.30 i got to stop ok }#{v sleepy now so!! goodnight talk to everyone in a few hours}

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yoolee · 6 years

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Ye Massive Tag-back Post

I have been tagged in stuff. I am slow. Apologies for anyone tagged in this XD

5 facts about me that literally know one needs to know

(tagged by @saizoswifey)

I get weirdly nervous in grocery checkout lines: I have no idea why. I don’t know if it’s like, the feeling of being trapped in a narrow space (if there’s someone behind you and ahead of you), or the like, awkward social chitchat that I am SUPER BAD AT or what but I get weird. I HAAAATE that the nearest grocery store to me does not have self check-out, and I put off grocery shopping to the last minute. I can improvise a speech in front of a crowd of hundreds, I can jump off high ladders, like, I’m not a naturally nervous person I swear I’m not. But grocery stores...

I once broke into an Irish autorepair shop: Sort of. It’s kind of a long story, but when I was a student in Cork like…8 years ago, they told me to stick to the flatlands and I took a wrong turn and got lost up in the hills and I kinda felt like these two guys who kind of showed up behind me were following me. I did the whole ‘take a couple of right turns’ and it went from two to four guys and I was getting more and more lost and just like NOOOOPE. And then there was trash can on fire and so I like, half-slid down a little cliff, and snuck through/over a chained shut fence and into what turned out to be a repair shop. There were three older guys sitting there eating pizza, and they just blinked at me so I burst out that hey, there was a trash can on fire (like that’s a reasonable reason to bust in, right?). They asked me if I was the one who set it on fire, I said no, they gave me pizza, we waited for the fire brigade. GOOD TIMES. That was the start of a super, super weird 72 hours.

I despise bananas in smoothies: DESPISE. They POLLUTE them, CONTAMINATING everything with awful, horrid, banana-ness. They are smoothie-ruiners. RUINERS. AWFUL, HORRIBLE, TERRIBAD INGREDIENTS OF EVIL. I like banana bread, and my mom’s banana cake, and can sometimes tolerate a banana-nut muffin, but they have no place in my strawberry-raspberry smoothies and they are intolerably smushy on their own. SHUDDER.

I have done a lot of super random jobs at least once: I’ve been a chemist, taught ballet to 6 year olds and figure skating to teens with special needs, charity auctioneer, corn shucker, lighting booth operator, teaching assistant, princess, storyteller, tutor, dining hall worker, medical transcriptionist, editor, corporate recruiter, automated tutorial/phone recording voice, corporate trainer, historical docent, term paper writer, contortionist, martial arts event coordinator, bookseller, video game voice, snake venom analyst (really that and perfumer were subsets of being a chemist, but, worth the callouts), there’s more but like, the list is long and random.

Last time I was in the airport a kid told me I was eating string cheese wrong. I told him that’s how string cheese is eaten on Mars. I recognize none of this make sense, it was 5 AM.

I’m gonna tag @han-pan, @karalija, @mylittlecornerofotome aaaand @jane-runs-fast! No obligation >>;;;

2017 Creator Tag

(tagged by @dear-mrs-otome and @wonky-glass-ornament)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below (say why if you want) to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. <3

Six Wins and Draw This mostly gets to be here because it had a bunch of characters I had never written before! It was fun to write just a quick few paragraphs (if that) for them. I’d like to do something like this again, because it was much easier than trying to force something standalone for a group I’m not as comfortable with the characterization on.

Compliments I really like fluff. I like communication, and silliness, and sweetness. @juniperotome helped tremendously with this piece, but it really turned out to be one of my favs. I actually prefer this to Burn Down, which was fun and which I do like and was the other contender for this slot, but when I put them side by side, I like this one.

THE WAFFLE COTTAGE CHRONICLES (there’s more) This had been rattling in my head since 2016, but I didn’t post this until January 2017. This was my first headcanon shoving ALL OF THE LORDS into a single story. I recognize that it is very American-mindset-centric, but the sheer satisfaction of brain-dumping the beast was cathartic.I wrote 5000+ words in bullet point form in One Single Sitting and just, it was fun. I still think this is hilarious, even if it has issues.

Lick Your Wounds I still have lingering problems with this piece. And there’s a sort of dual fact thing going on - it could be so much better, but it is also the best that I have done, imo. Those are both facts to me. At this point, it’s a very frustrating piece to deal with XD but even when I am not entirely happy with it, I am very happy and very very touched by the response it has gotten, and so it gets a place. #makepuppyhappy

Scraps UGH THIS FIFTH SLOT. I mean. There’s no question this goes to a Kai group piece. I love writing the Kai group, it’s the most comfortable and it comes the most easily. I don’t like writing modern aus but they just sort of vomit out with these characters in a very love-hate way (I love that they have the opportunity to be happy without the specter of history looming, that’s about it – it’s complicated to explain).

IkeSen Tag

(tagged by @dear-mrs-otome)

Top 3 Warlords in order: Sasuke Nobunaga Kenshin

Favorite Moment in the game so far OH MAN. HMM. I am going to be unoriginal and echo Mrs O – Nobunaga being a matchmaking troll is A+, but I do also love KEnshin and Shingen’s letter to Nobunaga in the ES where MC starts with them but falls in love with Nobu and they are basically like, be nice to her and let her come visit or DEATH TO YOU

Who has the best hair Masamune (Shingen & Hideyoshi have the worst /sigh)

Which voice do you like the most? MRS O I SWEAR I AM NOT COPYING but Kenshin/Mitsuhide are flat tied. Whispery and low, swoooon

Who do you think you are most compatible with? None of ‘em. I enjoy watching their romance unfold with story MC, but as actual self, there are zero combos that would work out favorably for both parties based on what I’ve seen so far.

Which warlord appeals to your aesthetics? Sasuke. Dude. Sasuke.

Which warlord makes you the most frustrated? Hmmm! Tough to say. Maybe Kennyo? Only because it’s seems from what we’ve seen that he is very much going against himself for some reason, and it’s hurting him and that is silly. Don’t do that.

Who would you swear loyalty to, the Oda forces, the Uesugi-Takeda forces, or Third Party forces? NNNNNGH. Oda. If I HAD to. Only because there’s a stronger sense of long-term stability and history. But ideally, none of the above. I would be NEUTRAL TERRITORY opening up a little seamstress shop somewhere in the middle that also serves tea and everyone is welcome to come have snacks, tea and fittings but only if they don’t fight XD (or at least take it outside, and no one dies)

BONUS: Mrs O’s Q: If you had to tell one warlord what happened to them in your own original timeline, who would it be and why? Nobunaga. Because what happened to him can’t yet come to pass in his timeline, so it’s moot. He’s shown to accept knowledge with aplomb so I don’t think it would send him into an existential spiral. He could handle it.

My question for anyone who does this – Which lord would make the best roommate?

Music Tag

(tagged by @skullbygloy100 @dear-mrs-otome @wonky-glass-ornament)

I only have two ways of enjoying music – passively not even noticing what’s on in the background and actively listening to the same song for literal and actual hours on repeat

Passes by Helen Jane Long – I literally listen to this on repeat for hours. HOURS.

Blood // Water by grandson

Cows on the Hill by Jay Ungar

Nowhere to run by Boga

Todo Comienza En La Disco by Wisin ft. Yandel & Daddy Yankee

Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn ft. Sia – but basically, anything with Sia

Shark in the Water by VV Brown – this is my Yukkin song lolol

Waterbound by the Fretless ft. Ruth Moody

Wait for It by Leslie Odom Jr

Clair de Lune by Debussy – performed by literally anyone

ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO ANY OF THE THINGS just tag me <3 And those of you who tagged me - thank you thank you! This was fun

#about lee

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iamartemisday · 7 years

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Jane Foster Week Day Two

A/N: Loosely based on this post.

.02 Associated Quote

Science never solves a problem without creating ten more. -George Bernard Shaw

Bucky would never forget the first time he met Jane Foster.

It was sometime after their climactic battle against Thanos for the fate of the universe. The mad titan was dead. Bucky had a new arm and full control of his mind. Him and Steve were picking up the pieces of their friendship/romance/whatever you called random fucking these days. All in all, things were okay.

They had a place on Long Island and went upstate every few weeks to the main Avengers base. Steve and Tony had worked out their issues and were back to their kind of sort of best friend relationship. Tony hadn't quite forgiven Bucky yet, but he'd stopped trying to shoot him when he walked in the room, so that was progress.

Bucky was at the base eating lunch one day when Steve walked in He had a woman with him, one Bucky had never seen before. "Hey Buck, I'd like you to meet Jane. Jane, this is Bucky."

"Nice to meet you," she said, shaking his hand. She had a nice smile.

"Likewise," Bucky said. He went back to his peanut butter sandwich while Steve and Jane sat beside him at the bar top.

"She was just telling me about the time SHIELD confiscated her equipment," Steve said before turning back to Jane. "Did you really drive all the way out into the desert to get it back?"

"Thor needed a ride, and I needed my stuff back,," said Jane. "I didn't know for sure then that he could do it, but it was that or sit on my ass and mope."

'Can't do that,' Bucky thought. He wasn't invested in their conversation, but they were fun to listen to.

"No, I completely understand. I would've done the same thing," said Steve. "That urban legend about me and the grenade? Not a legend."

Jane laughed. "Reminds me of when I tried shielding Thor with my body in the middle of a fight."

Bucky stopped chewing.

"You tried to shield Thor?"

"Twice."

Bucky's head turned slowly towards her.

"No offense, Jane, but I don't think ten of you working together could do that."

"None taken, but in my defense it was a life or death situation. I try to do whatever I can to help save the day, be it making some funky new device or trying to defend super powered aliens. Probably why I punched Loki that one time."

The sandwich fell out of Bucky's hands.

"You punched Loki… I knew I liked you for a reason. Anyway, how's your bridge coming along?"

"We're getting started on a new prototype. Since that incident with the last one, we overhauled the fire safety regulations. Right now, we're looking at a ninety seven percent chance at successful transport. I figure if we can reach one hundred percent and I get myself as far as Asgard, we'll be in business."

"Wait, you're not using a test subject?"

"Why bother? It's my bridge. If anyone's gets first ride, it's going to be… is he okay?"

Bucky was decidedly not okay. His mouth hung open and his eyes bugged out. The sad remains of his sandwich lay forgotten on the floor, and though Steve called his name, Bucky was not in a place to answer. He could hardly hear Steve at all as he sunk deep into his thoughts.

** James Buchanan Barnes Inner Mind Theatre

"It is time to commence my greatest scientific experiment yet!" Jane shouted as she put on a helmet and strapped herself down on a massive rocket.

A faceless man in a lab coat lit the fuse, then ran for cover. The rocket shot out through a hole in the ceiling, Jane riding it like a horse and cackling with glee.

"FOR SCIENCE!" she screamed, soaring higher and higher in the sky. The rocket reached the sun and exploded on impact. Millions of pieces rained down upon the earth. All that remained of Jane Foster was some hair and a scrap of singed plaid.

** "Buck? Bucky?" Steve snapped his fingers in Bucky's face. "You in there?"

Bucky returned to reality with a bang. Literally. That was the sound his chair made when he threw it at the wall getting up. He lunged at Jane, pulling her so close their noses touched. "You must be protected at all costs."

Jane blinked. Steve blinked. Bucky did not blink.

"Uh…" Jane said. "Okay?"

After that fateful day, the majority of Bucky and Steve's free time was spent in Jane's lab. By the third day, she'd gotten over her befuddlement and accepted them into the fold as unpaid, super strong assistants. They moved heavy equipment, made midnight convenience/liquor store runs, and got a crash course in welding when it came time to solder the frame into place.

At night, or whenever Jane's eyes started to droop, they'd ease her away from her station and carry her to bed. She'd offer token resistance, but always gave in and buried her head into the neck of whoever got to hold her that day. It was a peaceful routine for the three of them. Jane got her work done faster, Bucky ensured she didn't blow herself to kingdom come, and Steve got a few nights a week in bed as long as Jane and Bucky's self imposed tasks were completed in a timely manner.

On one such night, which should have been date night at home watching badly dubbed kung fu movies and eating pizza, Steve was in the kitchen getting their drinks while Bucky put the movie on. He was all wrapped up in his favorite fuzzy blanket, so comfortable he didn't think he'd move for the next week. Then his phone chimed with a new text message.

'Hey there! Having a big breakthrough. Think the bridge might be ready for a test run! -Jane'

"Okay," Steve said, as he walked in with two fruity beverages. "Got those mango strawberry smoothies with whipped cream for my best guy!"

Bucky threw the blanket away. It smacked into Steve, spilling the drinks all over him. "We have to go. Jane needs us."

"But-"

"MOVE!"

They were out the door in seconds, Steve fumbling with his jacket as Bucky half dragged him to the car. He threw him in the passenger seat and tore out of the driveway. Steve managed to right himself and buckle in three blocks away from Jane's lab. He glared at Bucky. "Tonight was supposed to be our night, you know."

"Now it's our night and Jane's. Deal with it."

"If you love her so much, you should marry her."

"Not me, we."

"Wait, what?"

They arrived to find the lab intact and Jane exactly where they left her that morning. She had a Chinese takeout carton in her lap and typed one-handed while she ate. On the screen was the same code she'd been working on. The bridge prototype was untouched and unactivated.

"Hey guys," she said. "What are you doing here? I thought tonight was date night."

"So did I," Steve grumbled.

"I got your text. Did anything happen?" Bucky did a full sweep of the lab, searching for fires, leaking chemicals, or rips in the space time continuum. "Did you turn on the bridge?"

Jane swallowed a bite of lo mein. "I ordered dinner first. Physical engineering is hungry work. I've got more if you want some."

Bucky's stomach chose that moment to whine. He took a seat and rolled another chair at Steve. Jane had overshot how much food she'd need, leaving just enough for the three of them. Bucky gobbled down his fried shrimp while Steve stole an entire plate of dim sum. They ate, chatted, laughed, and joked around. Eventually, Steve relaxed and stopped passive aggressively ribbing Bucky about date night. It wouldn't have been the same without Jane anyway. One of these days, Bucky would tell her that. Unless Steve beat him to the punch.

"So I think I'll be ready for the test run tomorrow," Jane said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's going to be amazing, though success is only ninety five percent certain this time."

Bucky forgot momentarily that he was supposed to be curbing her reckless behavior and got lost in how adorable she was when she was happy. Or nervous. Or happy and nervous at the same time. "That's great, Jane. And I'm sure whatever inanimate you send to Asgard will have a great trip!"

"Smooth Barnes," Steve hissed in his ear. Bucky elbowed him in the gut.

"Yeah, I still haven't convinced the legal team to let me go," Jane groused, crossing her arms. "As if they get to tell me what I do with my bridge."

"Well, they're the ones responsible for damage control if something goes wrong," said Steve.

"Nothing will go wrong if they'd just let me do it my way," Jane said. "Instead, I have to add all these superfluous safety features that aren't even really safe. I'd be at one hundred percent if it wasn't for this so-called virus protection they installed. That thing is buggier than a swamp."

"So delete it."

"I've tried. The encryptions are a mile long," Jane harrumphed. "Stupid bureaucracy. This is why I was independent for so long."

"I thought it was because they were stupid and didn't believe you," said Bucky.

"True," Jane conceded, "but they're eating their words now. And they'll eat them even more if I can get rid of this virus blocker."

She dropped the empty lo mein carton in the garbage. With both hands free, she typed at lightning speed. Bucky had never seen hands move so quickly. He tried to follow them, but his temples throbbed. He took to watching the screen instead. Line after line of letters and numbers in a sequence which made sense only to Jane. Bucky shared a look with Steve, but the punk just shrugged and shook his head.

"Are you sure you shouldn't just leave it?" Bucky asked as Jane deleted everything she'd written in frustration and started again. "Maybe it really would help?"

Alarms went off around the room as the screen took on a life of it's own. It spat out numbers at a rate of a hundred per second, too fast even for Jane.

"Yes," she said, the color draining from her face. "I am extremely sure."

"What's going on?" Steve got out of his chair as the gate prototype began to oscillate.

Jane screamed. "HIT THE DECK!"

The explosion shook the foundation of the building, which was single floor and made from titanium alloy exactly for this reason. They'd all have to send thank you notes to Tony later. In the meantime, Bucky covered Jane with his body, while Steve shielded the both of them with a metal table. The gate opened part of the way and blew an unearthly wind at them, pushing them backwards. Random bits of unused wires and computer modules flew over their heads. Bucky would have bumps and bruises later. Steve already had a cut on his cheek and lord knows how Jane was fairing.

The chaos ceased after ten long seconds. The gate's door mechanism rebooted and went back online, bringing about an end to the storm which in turn shut off the alarm system. The lab returned to relative silence as the trio picked themselves off the ground and assessed the damage.

Jane's bridge was in perfect condition. Everything else was not.

"I guess we won't be doing that demonstration tomorrow," Jane said, picking up the snarled remains of her favorite computer with shaking hands.

Steve put an arm around her. Bucky did the same. Sandwiched between them, she allowed her muscles to relax and her knees to buckle. They held her steady. Bucky kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her back. "Steve, what do you say we have a nice long talk with those legal guys tomorrow?"

"Took the words right out of my mouth," said Steve. "For now, how about you come home with us, Jane? We can watch kung fu movies."

He was so earnest, puppy dog eyes fully armed and loaded. Bucky himself would've fallen for it. Compared to that, Jane never stood a chance. She dried her eyes and left her ruined tech on the battered table. They stepped outside, arm in arm, to find an army of police cars and firetrucks waiting for them.

Two hours of paperwork and interrogation later, during which Bucky scared three different officers into wetting themselves, the three of them finally made it home. They cuddled up on the couch, Jane wrapped securely in the fuzzy blanket between them. Sipping mango strawberry smoothies, they watched Bruce Lee beat up thirty guys at a time and let their troubles roll by.

Bucky had read once that sometimes, science caused more problems than it solved. He kissed Steve and Jane as they were lulled off to the sleep, and knew this was not one of those times.

#Jane Foster #janefosterweek #janefosterweek2017 #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #BuckyxJanexSteve

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myotishia · 5 years

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Time hopping part five

Fandom: Torchwood. Trigger warnings: None I don't think but tell me if I've missed anything. Characters: Owen Harper (Past and present), Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Elise Carter (oc) Rating: Teen and up Tropes: We’re fixing things right over here.

Blurb: As death day arrives Elise has no idea what she is in for. For Owen it’s one more job.

“What have you two been doing?” Tosh asked. She’d walked in to see Elise and Owen looking blissed out, eating pizza.

“Being kind of stupid but getting great results.” Elise smiled, grabbing her third slice of pizza.

Toshiko side eyed them both, trying to find any sign that their type of stupid hadn’t been an adults only event.

“Relax. I’ve been a perfect gentleman.”

“And he’s not my type.”

“So what have you been doing?” Tosh picked up a slice for herself, still studying them closely.

“We got the singularity scalpel to work.” Beamed Owen.

Finally the woman relaxed a little and sat with them. “How?”

“We missed the telepathic link. It was too weak to pick up initially. Oh, and your girlfriend’s crazy.”

“Says you.”

“Anyway, now we can disarm all the sleeper agents and then they can be deprogrammed over whatever time scale they need.”

With Owen and Jack way, working through the list of Agents, Ianto was showing Elise around the garage. She’d only briefly seen the place when following to the SUV. More than the sight of the rather impressive collection of vehicles was seeing Ianto in anything other than a suit. It made sense but Ianto always gave off the impression that he was born with it on and it was just his default state of being. Instead he was adorned in a tee shirt and jeans.

“The SUV needs new tires again. Between Jack and Owen they barely last a month. The suspension is holding up fine for now, surprisingly.”

“Do you do all the work?”

“Some of it. We have to contract out the more specialised stuff but basic maintenance is up to me.”

“Mind if I take a look? This is something that’s actually in my wheelhouse.”

“I thought everyone moved onto electric cars.”

“They did but that was for people with money. I used to spend my weekends at the scrapyard. I just paid the scrap weight for everything I took and I could do any work there. My ride might have been over thirty years old but she ran as smoothly as any of the new models you’d see on the road.”

Ianto went to pop open the bonnet, appreciating the company for what was usually a tedious and dirty job. Elise started checking the basics like fluid levels then paused and sniffed the air.

“Switch her on for a sec.” She said, trying to test a theory. The motor roared to life and a scent rose into the air. “There’s something up with your battery.”

Turning off the engine Ianto moved to join her.

“Smell that? It’s a little like ozone mixed with burning plastic. It needs replacing asap.”

“Nice catch.” Ianto nodded, double checking her theory. “You don’t look the type to be into cars.”

“Anything mechanical really. Cars, robotics, computers. They’re all like complex puzzles… At least we got to look at this now instead of when the captain gets back.”

“He wanted this done before Tommy wakes up.”

“Tommy?”

“He’s a man who’s been in cryo storage. We wake him up once a year to make sure he’s in good health. Apparently he’s going to be important at some point but it’s not clear when.”

“What kind of life is that?”

“Better than he had sadly. He was a soldier in world war one.”

“Damn.”

“I don’t know which would be better, extreme PTSD or being frozen most of your life. Even if he went back he was due to be executed for cowardice.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do to help him?”

“I wish there was. He’s a good man.” Ianto looked honestly rather sad thinking about the whole thing.

“Maybe I can talk to my Owen. He’s been around for eons so maybe he knows what the big event is.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“I’ll be right back, he can’t just manifest here so easily.”

“It’ll happen soon. He’ll have a chance to close a small part of the rift but he’ll have to go back to do it… I don’t know if it’ll even work this time because you’re going out with Tosh.”

“How does my relationship status change anything?”

“They had a bit of a whirlwind romance.” Owen said as if he were reading a children's book.

“Oh… Shit.”

“One of the downsides of time travel.”

“Well, how does he close that part of the rift?”

“It’s a rift key. Setting it off in the right place in his original timeline basically stitches the time rip shut.”

“Then let’s do it.” Elise said enthusiastically.

Owen looked at her and shook his head. “No.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not risking it. We’re not time jumping unless absolutely necessary. Your dreams are under control right now and time jumping could bring them back.”

“I’ll be fine. My watch buzzes to wake me up before they start. Come on, we can have this done before anyone even notices. We’re jumping without passengers so I won’t even get that dizzy. We have to try.”

“Elise.”

“Tommy could have a life. He won’t have to go back and die. He can have therapy and just live. Isn’t that worth it?”

“Fine, but if you end up hurt again then this stops. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re starting to sound like Tosh.” He smiled as he followed her to the hub.

After reporting their plan to Jack, and getting his go ahead, the time jump went off without a hitch. Much to Toshiko’s delight as she did care about Tommy, even if she didn’t have the same romantic feelings as the original timeline. She even had the chance to explain the situation to the man who appreciated the chance at a life. Even future Owen had to admit that it made him happy to see things going so smoothly, but something seemed to be bothering him and it was starting to show. He’d left a long letter on Jacks computer about a few events to come and the fact that he would be taking Elise on a important time jump so she would be missing for a while. He otherwise avoided all of them until one morning, after their time jump, Elise awoke to future Owen sitting on the end of the bed.

“Owen? Where have you been?” She whispered, trying not to wake Tosh who was curled up next to her.

“It’s nearly time.”

“Time for what?”

“My death day.”

A chill ran through the room. “Oh… Are you ok? I mean, isn’t it a good thing? We’re going to stop your death.”

“It just feels like the end after so long. Whatever happens, you’ll be ok.”

“Of course I will. Where are you planning to go after? You’ll be able to go wherever you want. You could travel the world.”

He still hadn’t turned to her as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cuddling up to his back.

“Back when I was alive I would have loved this.”

“You’re spoiling the moment.”

“You’re the one who’s naked.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yea… Yea I am.” He smiled sadly before dissipating into nothingness.

Past Owen was not impressed at having to change his clothes in the middle of the day, after being covered by blood and half exploded mayfly guts. He dried his hair with a towel as he walked over to a very frustrated looking Toshiko.

“Not going well?” He asked.

“What kind of medical research facility has this kind of security?!”

“You can’t hack it? You? Toshiko Sato?” He placed a hand on her forehead as if checking for a fever. She batted his hand away and adjusted her glasses.

“It’s completely isolated. There’s no way for me to hack in from the outside. Without someone inside there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hopefully Jack can get something out of his meeting with Copley. Hey Elise, what does the ghost in your head say about this?”

“Nothing. It’s strange, I thought he’d be a chatterbox today but he’s been really quiet and evasive. Though he did say that, and I quote, Copley is a cunt and if I ever see his fucking face again I’ll cave it in.”

“Sounds like Jack won’t be getting anything from him then.”

“Well, you already know what they’re up to, mostly.”

“It’s a bit big for the six of us to go charging in. Didn’t you say the guards were armed?”

“Heavily.”

“If we want police backup then we need proof.”

“You’d think my now they’d take your word for it.”

“Maybe if we didn’t have to retcon them every fucking time.”

They all looked round as Jack charged back in looking furious. He tried to compose himself before speaking. “Any luck Tosh?”

“No. Sorry. It’s an isolated system. I’d need a connection from inside.”

“Anything from the mayfly?”

Owen shook his head. “Wasn’t enough left of the thing to test.”

“So we’re back to square one.” The anger had returned to his face. “We need to get in there before more of those things hatch. Gwen, please tell me the police have at least started an investigation.”

Gwen looked up from her computer. “Yes, but they haven’t even linked it back to the Pharm yet. They’re going to be no help unless we can give them something substantial.”

“And I assume you’ve had nothing substantial?” He asked Elise.

“Sorry. He’s been just growling expletives about Copley.”

“Well, tell him to pull his head out of his ass! We have nothing here!”

“Yes sir.” She closed her eyes to try and concentrate and get through the low level grumbling. “Owen. We’ve got nothing here. We need your help.”

“We sent someone in last time.” Future Owen replied through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Think we can space jump in?”

“NO!”

Elise clasped her ears. “Christ Owen!”

“You’re not going in there!”

“They’ll never know I was there. It’s not like we’d be walking in the front gates.”

“Elise, why do you have to fight me on every fucking thing?! Especially this!”

“Because we’ve run out of options. If things get hairy we can just space jump out. Right?”

“Get the others to agree and I’ll consider it. Until then, not a chance in hell.”

She sighed and opened her eyes to see some very concerned faces.

“What?”

Past Owen handed her a tissue. “Your nose is bleeding. It started when you grabbed your head.”

“It’s fine.” She began cleaning herself up. “I’ve got an idea but Mr Ghosty says I have to get everyone else to agree before he’ll even consider it.”

“Knowing you he has a reason, what is it?”

“Well, the time jumps aren’t just time jumps. We can move between spaces, like teleportation. I just teleport in, give Tosh access to the system, maybe grab a few samples of whatever they have in there and teleport out. Noone there needs to know and if things do go to hell then I can just be teleported out on the spot.”

Everyone stopped to mull over the idea, a little concerned that she would essentially be on her own in there.

Jack was the first to speak. “If you’re going in there alone you’re going in with direct contact with us. We can’t just trust you for this one.”

“Works for me.”

“Everyone on board?”

There were reluctant nods from around the room.

“We’ll be able to see everything you do. This way even if you can’t get me into the network as long as you see any evidence we can use the footage. Your usual interference doesn’t seem to be affecting them. ”

“Cool.” Elise blinked and looked over to the screen showing a copy of everything she could see through the contact lenses she was wearing.

“Comfortable?”

“Yep.”

“Just… Come back safe.” Tosh took Elise’s hands. “Please.”

“I promise.” She kissed the woman on the forehead before zipping up her coat and pulling up her hood. “See you soon.”

Tosh tensed up as Elise disappeared. The footage seemed to show that she had blinked and the entire scene had changed in a single frame. “Can you hear me?”

Elise nodded, not wanting to make any kind of sound. She steadied herself and began to investigate. Owen had teleported her into a small side room that was used for storage. It seemed to hold basic supplies and little else. Future Owen used his mist form to scope out the hallway.

“All clear.” He said into her mind.

She slowly opened the door and headed down the hallway.

“The restricted areas are this way. I can open some of the doors from the other side with the electronic switches, others are airtight so I can’t get through.”

She didn’t have to go far before the building started to look more like a lab. Warning signs hung on walls and doors and the place started to smell of disinfectant. Owen moved just ahead, opening doors.

“Wait. Patrol incoming. Get in the room to your right.” He said, hearing the sound of marching.

Elise threw herself into the side room, flattening herself against the wall behind the door. While she hid she saw a large number of capsules ready to be packaged. She grabbed three and placed them into one of the bags she had in her pocket. Once the guards were out of sight she walked back out into the hallway. Further she found a much larger room containing specimens for testing. Specifically she saw two weevils held sedated. In the corner of the room a computer quietly buzzed. She took a small USB stick from her other pocket and plugged it in.

Back at the Hub Tosh smiled. “I’ve got access. Just give me a few minutes.”

Elise gave her a thumbs up and investigated the rest of the room. Some young mayflies were hovering in their tanks, buzzing angrily. In the far corner a much larger tank held a mature mayfly that watched her intently. Footsteps outside the room echoed through and Elise only had one place to hide, the far side of the tank. She crouched down in the shadows as someone in a lab coat entered. The mature mayfly began throwing itself towards her against the glass, giving her position away.

“Time to go.” Stated Owen.

“No! I’ve got this.” Elise thought, as loud as she could.

As the figure moved closer Elise sprang out, grabbing the figure in a sleeper hold, cutting off the blood supply to their brain until they passed out. They hadn’t even struggled that much. She dragged the unconscious body under the computer desk and out of sight.

“That was close.” Gasped Tosh. “I’m done. You can grab the USB and move on.”

Elise gave another thumbs up and pocketed the USB stick. She had to speed up as the lab assistant wouldn’t be unconscious for long. She’d have to thank Jack for teaching her that move when she got back.

Back towards the offices, Elise had to trust her Owen to look ahead for her, the carpeted floors making it hard to hear footsteps approaching. She’d had to dodge one patrol and two nurses but she’d made it to Copleys office. Owen checked that the room was empty and she let herself in. She quickly began taking files and sliding them into her backpack, quickly scanning over research notes with her eyes. She’d just pulled her backpack on when she heard an alarm begin.

“Time to go.” She thought, but received no reply. “Owen? Owen answer me!”

Her heart began to pound, not able to jump without Owen. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling ‘lost contact with my Owen. Advise!’ across it.

“How? Try and get out, we’re on our way.” Tosh said, everyone mobilizing in the background.

Elise pocketed the paper and headed to the door, looking out into the hallway. Doctor Copley and a treo of guards were closing in on the office.

“Owen! Just answer! What’s going on? We need to jump!” Elise’s thoughts boomed through her head.

Distantly, as if over a weak phone signal, Owen replied. “Can’t… I… Elise… Run.”

“What’s happening to you?”

“Time… I…”

Elise made a run for the stairs, shouting and gunshots following her. A bullet missed her backpack by a hair as she jumped down a flight of stairs, successfully turning the corner without slamming into the wall. Another flight later she came to a junction, guards closing in from the right she ran left, pain exploding in her leg as she threw herself through a door. She skidded across the pathway, a bullet having ripped through the meat of her thigh. She bit into her lip, refusing to scream and crawled into the bushes, hoping she hadn’t been seen in the dark. The guards ran past, splitting up to comb the area, not spotting the blood trail across the wet grass.

“Owen, please answer me.” She screamed in her head.

“Changed… Time… Can’t… Jump.”

“Fuck… Just stay with me. Please.” Tears ran down her face from a mix of pain and fear. It was only minutes before she heard police sirens speeding towards the building but it felt like forever. She took a bandage from her bag and wrapped it tight around her thigh before pulling herself up and out of the bushes, all her weight on her unharmed leg. The security guards were already surrendering as she saw a familiar blue coat.

“Jack!” She called out.

He ran over and took her bag so he could help support her. “Owen! Over here!” He called as they moved towards the rest of the team.

“My Owen…” She began before being cut off by a commotion.

Far off near the SUV DrCopley had a gun pointed at past Owen. Elise didn’t hesitate. She drew her weapon and fired, blowing out Copleys hip and landing him in the mud as the police disarmed him.

Past Owen sprinted over. “Nice shot. Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

Back in the Hub Elise lay in a morphine haze, having just had her leg treated. Tosh held her hand as Owen washed his hands.

“Was that how I…?” Owen asked, finally letting everything settle in.

“Yes.” Elise said. “He’s gone silent now. I just want him to answer me.”

Tosh squeezed her hand. “It’ll be ok.”

From the barrier Jack looked over them. “Can you give me and Elise a moment?”

Owen turned. “Now? She’s not going to be up to much.”

“I know.” He looked grim and Owen seemed to get the silent message he was sending.

“Tosh. Can you give me a hand here?”

She didn’t want to leave but feeling the low mood of the room she complied. “I’ll be right upstairs.” She smiled softly and followed Owen out.

Jack sat where Tosh had been moments ago.

“I fucked up. I know.” Elise sighed.

“No you didn’t. Sometimes things go wrong, you can’t foresee everything.”

“Is there something else wrong?”

“You haven’t heard from him since the Pharm have you?”

“No… I keep calling out but it feels like the thought isn’t going anywhere.”

“When you stopped Owens death… The timeline fixed itself.”

“But we’re outside of the timeline. We’re outside of time.”

“Only so far. Owen didn’t want you to know but… He knew he was going to cease to exist after you saved his life.”

“No.” A tear ran down her face. “No, he can’t be gone.”

“Elise. He left a letter for each of us, and you. He didn’t want to just leave you but I think it happened too fast for him to say goodbye. I’m sorry.” He pulled her gently into his arms as she wailed out her grief, her friend torn away without warning. The sound echoed up through the hub.

Elise drifted in the darkness for the first time in a while. The water was as cold as ever, biting at her skin but the skeletal figure was gone, replaced by someone more familiar.

“Owen?” She blurted before trying to stop herself from letting all of the air out of her lungs.

“A wiser man than me once told me you can’t escape death, just delay it. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Death was closer than I thought.” A bubble formed as he moved towards her, letting her breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She sniffled, desperately trying to hold back her tears.

“I wanted you to be happy. I’m here for one last thing.”

“Anything.”

“I can leave you with a limited link to the rift, weevils won’t attack you, you’ll have the ability to time jump 24 hours or so but you’ll always come back to this place when you sleep. It could kill you one day.”

“Or?”

“You can be a normal human again. You never have to experience this ever again.”

“Will I see you again if I go back to being normal?”

“I’m dead. I’m just what remains in your hand.”

“Still.”

“If you go back to normal that mark will go. You’ll get a fresh start.”

“No. If this scar is all I have left of you then I want to keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Certain!” She fell forward into his arms and gave him one last hug.

“Take care of them.”

“I will.”

The world fell into a black mist before the bubble burst and icy water filled her lungs. She awoke with a gasp to Tosh sitting next to her, frightened.

“I’m so sorry. Your watch must have broken when you fell and we didn’t notice. Oh god are you ok?”

“Yea… I am.” Elise smiled, letting her tears fall freely.

#Torchwood #owen harper #toshiko sato #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper

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