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mountttmase · 7 months

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Ten

Note - almost there 😭 I feel like you guys have had enough now so I’ll post the last two chapters next week so we can move on 😂 but I hope you like seeing this side of masey 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.3K

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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You knew Mason could tell something was up with you as soon as he got home from training. You smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and as you stood cooking dinner for the pair of you, you didn’t ask him anything about his day or let him know how yours was. You were distracted, the only thing on your mind being what you’d discovered earlier.

He knew you’d come to him when you were ready so he didn’t push. You didn’t come across as upset to him, more unsure and curious about something so he let you mull things over knowing that when you went to bed you’d hopefully spill.

He pulled you into his arms immediately when you finally got in, dropping a kiss against your forehead as he held you close and you pressed your nose into his neck to ground yourself as his scent always calmed you. You could feel yourself holding him tighter than you usually did but he didn’t seem to mind, holding you back just as tight.

‘Hey baby? You don’t have to tell me but whatever’s troubling you, you can always speak to me about it. I know I’m not the brightest crayon in the box all the time but you know I’ll always try for you’ he murmured into your hair and you laughed at his attempt at comfort.

‘I know, Mase. Thank you’ you laughed, squeezing him a little tighter before you both settled back down again.

It’s not like you didn’t want to tell Mason what was going on but something was stopping the words from coming out of you mouth so you just laid there for a bit until it came tumbling out of before you’d even thought about what you were saying.

‘It’s my dad’ you said quietly, waiting to see if he’d react in anyway but he remained the same, wanting to let you continue and you took a breath before carrying on. ‘He sent me a message last night. I saw it this morning’

‘I see’ he nodded, stroking up and down your arm but you could tell he was a little stuck on what to say. ‘What did he say?’

‘I haven’t actually opened it. It was on Facebook and I haven’t been on there in months but I saw on my emails that I had a message pending and I saw his name’

‘Do you want to open it?’ He asked quietly and you shrugged your shoulders unsure of if you did.

‘Would you read it for me?’ You asked him quietly, feeling him nod his head on top of yours but you felt sick to your stomach about what it might say.

‘If that’s what you want then of course I will’ he reassured you and you quickly grabbed your phone so you could unlock it and find the message before passing the phone to Mason and snuggling back down into his chest.

‘Ready?’ He asked and you nodded before he started to read.

You didn’t know what to say, your whole body going numb as you replayed the words in your head and you didn’t feel Mason put your phone down and wrap his arms around you until you felt his lips on your cheek.

‘You okay?’ He whispered, fingers now tracing your lower back in an attempt to comfort you and you nodded to let him know you were fine even if you felt anything but. ‘We can talk when you’re ready, yeah?’ He told you, tears finally stinging the backs of your eyes and you let them fall freely hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Why now? What’s changed? Did he need something? Was he sick? Was he homeless?

‘Hey, baby’ he whispered sympathetically, trying to move so you’d look at him but you weren’t having any of it. ‘It’s alright, love. I’m here’ he whispered. Pulling you closer and rubbing his hands up and down your back to comfort you.

It took you a while, but you eventually found the courage to speak. You didn’t pull back to look at him and you weren’t even sure if he was asleep yet but as you spoke softly you felt him hold you a bit tighter.

‘I’m just a bit confused, it’s so out of the blue’

‘What do you think you’re gonna do?’

‘I don’t know’ you sighed, pulling back a tiny bit so you could look at each other and even though he was looking at you sympathetically you didn’t feel like he was pitying you. ‘I guess I’ll have to message him back tomorrow’

‘If that’s what you want’

‘Well it’ll be rude if I don’t and he’s been waiting for a reply’

‘Well no, just forget about him for a second. What do you want to do. This isn’t about him at all it’s about you and your feelings’ he told you, your body tingling at how much he cared. ‘Also when we first met you’d ignore me for days so don’t start with that shit’ he teased, ticking your side playfully in an attempt to get you to smile and even though you tried not to you couldn’t deny him, letting a small chuckle pass your lips. ‘Have you ever thought about seeing him again?’

‘Maybe in the back of my mind I guess? I have a lot of unanswered questions but I made peace with the fact I’d probability never know the answers. He left so there was no way I was going after him for him to reject me again’

‘That makes sense’ he breathed ‘but he said he’ll wait for you. You’ve got time to think’

‘I guess, I’m just worried. Like why after all this time? It makes no sense. I think I’ll sleep on it and see how I feel in the morning’

‘That sounds like a good idea. And if you still don’t know we can have a nice day tomorrow with my family and forget about everything until you’re ready’

You’d forgotten about tomorrow, the pair of you going to his parents house for a bbq with all the family. You’d met them all a few times now, having been together almost a year at this point, and you were a lot more comfortable around them but the thought of now having to sit with his happy family whilst yours was a misery made you a bit upset and you could tell he’d noticed.

‘We can cancel tomorrow if you want, you know if it’s too much?’

‘No Mase, I want to go’ you reassured him before he dipped his head to kiss you softly. You didn’t realise how much you needed his kisses right now so you reached up to hold him there until you needed to pull away so you could catch your breath. ‘Let’s go to sleep yeah? We need to be up early tomorrow’ you told him and with a final kiss you settled down.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night and it felt as if you blinked and it was morning. You still didn’t feel any clearer about the message from your dad, choosing to ignore it as the pair of you got dressed and ready to make the trip to Portsmouth.

The drive was pretty quiet, the only noise being Masons music softly playing in the background as you stared out the window and thought over what to do. It was a huge thing to think about but you were glad you had Mason to bounce off of and even though you knew he was trying to take your mind off of everything you could see the worry behind his eyes.

Once you were at his parents, Tony requested to come and help him with the bbq as you’d be a better hand than Mason but when Tony went inside to grab a glass of water you completely zoned out, not even realising Tony was back and trying to talk to you as you were so caught up with what to do about your dad.

‘You alright there, y/n. You look like you’re in a world of your own’ Tony laughed so you shook your head slightly but you felt your face heat up out of embarrassment.

‘Sorry Tony, I’m fine’ you smiled, brushing everything off but a little voice in the back of your head told you to keep talking. ‘Actually, can I talk to you about something?’

‘Of course’ he smiled, and you felt a small weight lift from you as you figured out what to say.

‘Did Mason tell you anything about my family?’ You asked and you watched him frown a little before shrugging his shoulders.

‘He said you weren’t close but not much more than that. Don’t think he wanted to over step’

‘Well he’s low balled quite a bit’ you laughed, flipping over the first burger and smiling when you didn’t drop it. ‘My dad left when I was 12 and I haven’t spoken to my mum in years’ you confessed but you didn’t have the heart to look at Tony’s reaction. ‘My dad messaged me the other day, asked if we could meet and talk. I’m just a bit unsure of what to do’

‘We’ll do you want to see him?’

‘I’m not sure, on one hand I do but I guess the other part of me doesn’t want to be let down again’ you told him and you felt him nod at you sympathetically. ‘I wanna ask you a difficult question and I’d appreciate it if you could answer me honestly’

‘I’ll try’ he laughed.

‘What would it take to make you pack up and leave your children? And just never speak to them again?’ You asked and you could tell he was shocked and a little bit stumped. ‘You’re a father and I’m just trying to get into his mindset. Like how he could do that to me?’

You heard him let out a big sigh before wiping over his head like he was thinking.

‘No family is perfect y/n, our family should be proof of that. Things don’t always work out but I wouldn’t change what I have now for the world. Having said that, there’s nothing that would keep me away from my kids’ he told you honestly and you could feel your heart breaking a little bit even though you’d asked for it. Before you knew what was happening he placed his arm around your shoulders and patted your arm in a loving manner which you appreciated. ‘I’m not him though, so maybe it’s best you ask him’

‘I want to, I’m just a bit…’

‘Scared?’

‘Yeah’ you laughed ‘I know it’s silly’

‘Not at all. He’s let you down before and I bet the thought of a second chance is terrifying but if you want my opinion, I’d say go for it. Then you won’t have to live your life wondering what if’

‘Yeah? You think I should?’

‘Of course. And whatever happens you’ll still have us, still have me’ he smiled causing you to smile back at him even brighter.

‘Thank you, Tony. I really do appreciate you’

‘Well I appreciate you and the way you look after my son. I know he’s a handful sometimes’

‘He looks after me too’

‘That’s what I like to hear’ he nodded before you felt a presence brush up besides you.

‘You two done yapping, I’m hungry’ Mason joked, his hands resting on your waist and you playfully elbowed him in the ribs which caused him to laugh. ‘Sam’s here now he said he can come and take over’ he told you, and after a quick hello with everyone you joined Mason near the table with his sister and mum. You went to take a seat next to him but he grabbed your wrist, patting his thighs as he pulled you onto his lap and you giggled and you wrapped your arms around each other. His lips pressing little kisses on your shoulder before leaning his cheek on your arm.

You knew he just wanted to be close to you but you could feel him underneath you, your eyes widening ever so slightly as you looked at him slyly but the wink he sent you let you know he knew exactly what he was doing.

It was risky, being right in front of his family but he’d started it so you shuffled yourself a little on his lap, rubbing yourself down on him as inconspicuously as you could and you felt him tense immediately. His hands squeezing your sides to get you to stop but you knew it was too late already. He was hard as a rock under you so you smiled at him triumphantly whilst he blushed under you.

‘Y/n? Would you mind helping me bring the salad out?’ Debbie suddenly asked but as soon you lifted your hips from his lap he was pulling you back down.

‘Don’t you dare’ he growled in your ear, feeling his bulge press into you even further as you giggled at the situation. ‘Jaz can you go? I need to ask y/n something’ he asked and thankfully she agreed with no issues. ‘You’re trouble’ he breathed, kissing up your arm softly as he touched you gently. ‘You wait till we get home’

‘You started it’ you giggled, looking down so you could peck him on the lips softly. ‘Go sit to the table properly so you can hide it until it goes away’ you whispered before you stood up together and let him sit and calm down.

Soon enough you all sat down to eat, Mason one side of you with Debbie on the other and Jaz was thankfully sat opposite so you could have a little girly chat and take your mind off the current situation. For as much as you were slightly dreading today, now you were here you were here you couldn’t be more thankful for the people you were surrounded by.

‘Story auntie y/n!’ You suddenly heard Summer yell from beside you, Jaz rolling her eyes with a smile at her behaviour before making her say please but there was no way you could say no to her. For Christmas you’d bought her a collection of your favourite books from when you were a kid and every time she saw you she made you read her one so you knew this was coming and thankfully she’d waited until after everyone had eaten.

‘Go on, love. We’ll get cleared up whilst she’s out the way’ Debbie laughed so you lead summer over to the swinging chair towards the back of the garden and got settled down to read. She followed the words along with her little finger which made you smile and you could see Mason looking at you sparodically with a fond look in his eye.

‘Summer, when you’re done I’ve got Ice cream for you’ you heard Jaz shout and that was all it took for her to jump up and and leave you. You didn’t mind though, thankful for a few minutes on your own, resting your head back and shutting your eyes to you could gather yourself. It was exhausting trying to pretend everything was okay when it to you it felt like things were crumbling around you.

‘Mind if I come and join you?’ You suddenly heard, looking to you left to see Mason approaching you with his hands stuffed into his pockets and you shuffled over before patting the space next to you so he could sit down. The chair was just about big enough for you and Summer so getting you and Mason on it was a struggle, both giggling as the pair of you tried to get comfortable in such a small space. Eventually draping your legs over Masons lap as he turned to you slightly so he could wrap his arms around you. Your head made home on his chest as he rested his cheek on top before stroking up and down your arms gently. ‘You alright over here?’

‘I’m fine, just thinking’ you told him, a big yawn escaping your lips and you felt his chest rumble under you as he laughed. ‘Sorry, I didn’t sleep that well last night’ you confessed and he pulled you to him a little tighter.

‘Why don’t you have a little nap’

‘Cause we’re at your parents house Mase, it’s rude’

‘They won’t care. They’re still tidying up and sorting some things out, just shut your eyes for five minutes baby. I’ll wake you up when they’re done’ he promised and even though you didn’t want to, the gentle feel of his fingertips on your arm and his lips pressing sporadic against your hairline relaxed you instantly. You were close to drifting off off a few minutes later and the feeling of his fingers interlocking in yours sent you to sleep.

You didn’t know how long you were out for but the sound of Mason gentle voice woke you up slightly. He wasn’t speaking to you, you knew that much so you pretended you were still asleep in order to listen to what he had to say. You knew you were being nosey but you had a feeling in your gut that he was talking about you and you were curious.

‘I’m just worried mum’ he said carefully, clearly trying not to wake you but you were way passed that. ‘You should of seen her last night, it’s completely thrown her and I had no idea what to say. I felt useless’

‘I’m sure you did better than you think’

‘I hope so. Whatever she wants I’ll be there for her but I swear to god if he hurts her again I’ll flip‘

‘Oh Mase…’

‘I’m serious, mum. I know what it’s taken her to get where she is now and he he ruins all her hard work then I’ll make his life not worth living’ he told her seriously and your heart fluttered at how protective he was being over you. ‘I haven’t said this cause I want her to make her own mind up, but I do want her to give him a chance. If he can turn everything around then I think having him in her life would be good for her’

‘You think?’

‘Yeah, I mean she knows she got me and you guys now too but sometimes I feel like it’s not enough? Maybe if she had her own flesh and blood be there for her she might look at things differently and feel differently? I don’t know, maybe I sound stupid’

‘You don’t sound stupid Mase, you sound like you care. She’s a lucky girl to have you’ his mum said quietly and you wanted to tell him you agreed with her. That he did make you feel like the luckiest person on the planet that he’d chosen to share his life with you. The he made you feel so loved and cared for that you didn’t know what to do with yourself most of the time and that you wanted to spend every waking second making him feel exactly how you felt and make sure that he knew that he was more than enough for you.

You felt weird pretending like you were still asleep and spying on him so you gently moved as if you were waking up and Mason rubbed your arm affectionately like he was letting you know things were okay.

‘You alright there sleepy face’ he whispered gently and you looked up at him with a smile as you nodded before your eyes averted to Debbie.

‘Sorry Debbie, I didn’t mean to fall asleep’ you laughed, trying to sit up and stretch yourself awake but her kind smile put you at ease instantly.

‘Don’t be silly, it can’t be helped sometimes’ she laughed as she patted your knee. ‘Now I’m gonna go get the desserts ready so I’d be quick or Tony will eat all the good ones’ she winked before going back inside, leaving the pair of you alone again.

‘You feeling better now?’ He asked, dropping a kiss on your nose and you smiled up at him widely.

‘Much. Thank you Mase, for everything. I know I’ve been acting a bit weird’

‘It’s fine, it’s a tough situation you’re allowed to act weird’ he reassured you with a smile before you gave his lips a quick peck.

‘I’ve made my mind up though’ you told him quietly, fear rising in your chest but you wanted to talk to him and let him know your thoughts as soon as you could hoping to settle his mind as well as your own. ‘I’m gonna message him back and see what happens. I think it would be good to meet and clear the air a bit’

‘Yeah? You definitely sure?’ He asked but you could sense the smile in voice.

‘I’m sure. But he’s got one chance, that’s it’

‘That’s my girl’ he laughed quietly, pulling you closer and kissing your head affectionately making you nestle down into his chest more as you blushed. You loved being called his girl and the fact you knew he was happy with your decision made it even better.

The pair of you decided to take a detour home so you could stop by the beach, Mason never really feeling like he’d been home until he’d seen the sea and the fresh salty air did you the world of good. Clearing the cobwebs in your mind as you strolled along the shore, speaking about all that had happened in the last few days and you finally felt ready enough to speak to your father again.

With Masons help, you crafted a message to your dad on the way home, letting him know you’d be happy to meet him soon and you could see he’d read the message instantly which made your heart jump. When you noticed the typing bubbles a few seconds after you quickly locked your phone and sat on it causing Mason to eye you curiously with a laugh.

‘He’s replying already, I’m scared’

‘Don’t be, it’s a good sign’ he reassured you, clearly finding your reaction hilarious and as soon as soon as you felt your phone vibrate you scrambled to read it.

‘Oh’ you said quietly and Masons head whipped round, concern written all over his face as he thought the worst but you sent him a smile to reassure him. ‘No it’s fine, he wants to see me but he can only do Thursday’

‘Okay, thats great. What’s the problem?’ he asked but was talking again before you could answer. ‘Can he only do the morning? Training should be done by two so if we can push him to the afternoon then I’ll get home as quick as I can so we can go’

To say you were confused was an understatement, the whole reason you didn’t want it to be on Thursday was because you knew Mason would be playing golf with Woody then and you selfishly wanted him to come with you. Not that you would ever ask him but it seemed as though he’d invited himself along anyway.

‘No he can do all day, but you’ve got plans Mase’ you said quietly, his face softening before he reached for your hand so he could kiss over your knuckles.

‘Do you honestly think I wouldn’t drop what I was doing? I wanna be there for you and it’s just golf baby, Woody will understand. You’re way more important than all that’

‘Are you sure. I really don’t expect you to come’ you told him even though deep down you were over the moon you wouldn’t have to do this alone.

‘Of course. Your problems are my my problems. When you’re happy, I’m happy. When you hurt, I hurt’ he explained, reaching for your hand so he could kiss your knuckles. ‘I’m coming so tell him Thursday is fine’ he assured you but you wanted to reach over and kiss him so bad. You knew he could tell from the way he was smiling at you so you returned it before you replied to your dad before could talk yourself out of it.

Thursday came around quicker than you would of liked it to but true to his word Mason was home straight after training and you were out of the house by 2:45 to go and meet your dad.

You’d learnt he lived just under an hour away and you’d agreed to meet at 3:30 in a pub that was about halfway between you. You’d arrived around ten minutes early and you sat yourselves in a quiet corner in the huge garden so you could try and calm your nerves.

‘You’re alright, baby. You’ve got nothing to worry about’ he reassured you as he placed a drink down in front of you before kissing the tip of your nose. ‘He’s the one that’s got the making up to do’

‘I know’ you breathed, leaning into his side for some comfort as you giggled awkwardly. ‘I’m still worried though’

‘Let’s take your mind off of it for five minutes then’ he smiled. You began chatting lightly about some anniversary plans he was making for the pair of you even though you told him you wanted to keep things low key. He was looking through a bunch a restaurants when a voice you never thought you’d hear again interrupted you.

‘Y/n?’

You turned to face him, standing up from your seat automatically as you tried to take a breath in. He looked the same but also so much different, older but happier in a weird way and your heart thudded in your chest.

‘H-hi. Yeah it’s me’

‘I thought so’ he smiled warmly as you felt Mason stand up next to you. Your dad took a double take, clearly knowing who Mason was and you watched the way his eyes widened as he took him in. ‘Sorry, are you Mason Mount?’

‘That’s me’ Mason laughed, reaching his hand forward so he could shake his hand as your dad introduced himself to him. ‘I’ll leave you guys to it’ he smiled, looking back down at you with a soft smile. ‘I’ll be inside yeah, just text me’ he whispered before leaving a quick kiss on your cheek and disappearing inside.

‘Mason Mount, huh? That’s gonna take some getting used to’ he laughed awkwardly. ‘You been here long?’

‘About ten minutes’

‘Oh that’s not bad then’ he smiled, both standing awkwardly as you weren’t sure if you should hug or not but thankfully he eventually took a seat opposite you. ‘Did you tell your mum you were coming to meet me?’

‘No, we haven’t spoken in a few years’ you told him honestly and he looked at you with a bewildered expression. ‘When you left, I’m not sure if she blamed me or if I’m too much like you but our relationship suffered and we haven’t spoken since I moved out when I was 17 and that was it really’

‘I’m so sorry’ he breathed, looking down almost as if he was ashamed of himself but you were too numb to feel any sympathy towards him right now. ‘I want you to know of was never you. I was selfish and ashamed of myself for what I’d done by just leaving so I kept away. I know it was wrong and I’ve wanted to speak to your for years but I was scared of being shut out’

‘What like you shut me out?’ You mumbled, watching his face drop even further and only then did you feel a little bit guilty. ‘Sorry’ you sighed but he shook his head at you.

‘You’ve got nothing to be sorry for’ he reassured you. ‘That fact you’re even here today proves to me what type of person you are and I’m so sorry I missed out on watching you grow up. I need you to know that a day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t thought about you and if you’ll let me, I want to explain and hopefully make amends’

So you let him explain.

‘Your mum cheated on me when you were ten’ he sighed and you felt your whole body go numb. He went onto explain that as much as he tried to forgive her he couldn’t and that she’d begged him to stay for your sake so he did but in the end it was too much and he left.

There was no other family, not at first anyway but he’d met someone at work and they’d eventually gotten married. You now had two step sisters that he wouldn’t stop gushing over, showing you their pictures and and letting you know all about their lives and you tried to nod along but you were overwhelmed by all the information that was being piled on top of you right now and you felt like you were about to snap.

‘I um, I’m just gonna pop to the loo’ you told him, quickly running off inside as you tried to keep your tears in. All you wanted right now was Masons comfort and thankfully he wasn’t that hard to find, sat with a group of random guys that had recognised him but he was up and coming over to you in a flash.

‘Baby? What’s wrong?’ He asked, cupping your jaw and you tried to look at him through your blurry tear filled eyes but it was difficult. ‘Has something happened?’

‘No’ you sighed, rubbing your eyes before holding onto his wrists. ‘He’s just told me some stuff I didn’t know and I’m a bit shocked. And he hasn’t stopped talking about his new kids and it’s making me feel like shit a bit’ you laughed but Masons face looked anything but amused by this. ‘I’ll be fine I just need five minutes. I’m gonna pop to the loo and I’ll head back out’

‘You sure?’

‘I’m sure’ you nodded, kissing him softly before he let you go and sort yourself out. You weren’t long but when you figured you didn’t look like you had been crying you made your way back out. Mason was no longer sat with his new friends, in fact you couldn’t see him anywhere but when you took a step outside you realised why.

He was sat talking to your dad, the latter currently with his head down whilst he nodded and thanks to where they were sat you were able to get close enough to hear without them realising.

‘I don’t think you understand how special she is. What a privilege it is to be in her life and you’re blowing it. You can’t just drop bombshells and then parade your new perfect family in front of her. She’s in tears in there’

‘I didn’t mean to, I just… I got so excited trying to catch her up on my life I haven’t really asked about her yet but I was getting there. I never meant to upset her up that’s the last thing I want’

‘Well when she’s back just reign it in a bit. She won’t admit it but she’s sensitive and she wants you to like her. She’s spent half of her life thinking you’d replaced her so you need to make her feel wanted’

‘You’re right’ he sighed and you were about to make your presence known when he started talking again. ‘You really love her don’t you’

‘She’s my everything’

‘Thank you for looking after her’

‘There’s no need to thank me, she makes it easy. Well most of the time anyway’ he laughed, feeling yourself roll your eyes at him for his little dig but he was right. You weren’t easy to love, you knew that. But Mason made it easy for you to love him and hearing him talk about you like he was, backing your corner when you weren’t around made you melt so you shook yourself off and reappeared.

‘Ah, there you are’ your dad smiled as Mason jumped, looking at you like he knew he’d been caught but you placed you hand on his shoulder so he would stay in his seat before holding his hand in your lap.

‘You don’t mind if Mason stays, do you?’ You asked your dad, watching him shake his head with a smile.

‘Of course not. I feel like you two come as a bit of a package deal so I’d love to get to know the both of you’ he nodded and felt Mason squeeze your hand. ‘So how did you meet?’

You have him a brief run down, letting him know about the start of your relationship before your dad started asking about your mum and what life was like after he’d gone.

‘It was quiet. We never really spoke much and I was sort of left to fend for myself at the end. I moved in with my boyfriend at the times family and that was that. I don’t know what’s she’s doing now or who she’s with or anything’

You could see he was apologetic from a mile off and as much as you wanted to let him know how hard it it had been for you growing up without him there was no point in torturing him so you moved the conversation onto your life now. Speaking about your job and letting him know how Freya was. You stayed there for hours in the end and you slowly felt yourself healing ever so slightly.

We’re things perfect? No. Not but a long shot. But you were on the road to heal and with Mason sat by your side you knew whatever happened now you’d always have him.

Mason had training the next day and needed and early night so you couldn’t stay too much longer and thankfully he ran to the loo before leaving so you and your dad could say goodbye to each other.

‘Am I allowed to give you hug?’ He asked, as you stood up, fiddling with his fingers as he was nervous but you opened your arms for him immediately. ‘I really am so sorry, y/n. I hope you know that’ he spoke into your hair but you were so overcome with emotion all you could do was nod. ‘I know I’ve failed you, both your mum and I have really but I’m ready to do anything it takes to be in your life again. And I want you to be a part of mine, yeah?’

‘Okay’ you choked out as you pulled away, rubbing your eyes to get the tears to stop but he’d caught onto them already.

‘You don’t have to say it back or anything, I know it’s a lot, but I love you kid. I’m glad we get to start again’

You couldn’t reply, tears flowing down your face but you nodded in agreement before he pulled you back into a hug.

Not long after your emotional goodbye you were back in the car with Mason and he was just about drive off when you stop him with a hand to his knee.

‘Thank you for coming today, I don’t think I could of done it without you’

‘You don’t have to thank me, I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, yeah?’ He smiled, picking your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles but you needed more. Leaning over to cup his jaw so you could pull him into a heated kiss but soon enough you were both laughing against each other lips.

‘I love you so much’ you whispered, not letting him answer before you were kissing him again.

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maleyanderecafe · 7 months

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Sweet Dreams (Visual Novel)

Created by: C2PHOS

Genre: Horror

Sweet Dreams is a spin off? Sequel? To Missing. This game pulls the breaking the forth wall when you remove the Key, which angers Cro. If you do interfere, he will kick you out of the game for good so be careful when you play. Still, I think this game is a big improvement to the first in terms of story telling as we get to learn a bit more about Cro and the person that he fell in love with.

The story starts out with Lee on a train. She seems tired, constantly checking on her phone until her mother calls her. Lee's mother seems cold and wants her to get to Bolder Springs(her birth place), with this train being the only way to get there. As much as Lee wants to sleep, she can't due to the loud and love dovey couple just sitting a couple of seats away. Upon trying to leave her seat, she ends up bumping into Cro, who seems familiar. Cro will offer her a drink as an apology for bumping into him, which later extends to the couple as well when they butt in. Cro comes back to offer Lee the drink, and the two start talking. The two talk about why Lee is heading to this city. The couple seems to have disappeared and Lee starts to fall asleep, with Cro coming back to let her sleep on his shoulder. He talks about how different she looks as she's passed out, but how he could still remember what she looks like, promising to never let her go.

Cro can also come close to Lee later, when she nearly passes out, after they have a conversation about why Cro never seems to have left Border Springs despite working on the train. Before leaving, Lee calls out to Cro stating that she'd love to be friends with him while she hangs out in Border Springs, leading to a very flustered Cro. The two pinky promise before he leaves to do something in another section of the car.

The last ending (which is hard to undo) requires going into the game and deleting the "Safety Key" inside of the game files. Upon doing this, Lee will have the option to look around the train and not drinking the drink Cro gives her. Going into the empty car, Cro finds the girl from the couple crying. Eavesdropping, she sees Cro looming over the girl, stating that they had come in at a bad time, and that the girl had seen powder being put into Lee's drink. Cro makes a drink, asking the girl about her opinions on love. Cro talks about how he used to see love as strange, even pointless until he saw someone that he cared for, and how much he was willing to do for them. Cro hands the girl the drink, with hair and her lover's eyeball floating inside of it. He forces her to drink it as Lee runs back in an attempt to call someone. Cro immediately appears next to her calming her down. He turns to the player (you) about how he doesn't appreciate people messing with his story before the game quits out.

Going back to the game, you are greeted with a dark screen and a conversation with Cro. Cro is unhappy that you've changed his story, stating that you decided to make this decision to delete the key. Cro allows you to ask him various questions before kicking the player out again. Attempting to go back in will simply leave you with an empty screen.

I think that it's very nice that we see an expansion of Missing thanks to Sweet Dreams. In Missing, we didn't get a lot of reason to why Cro was so obsessed with the MC's friend much less really any information on him besides that he is a yandere. It's really nice that we were able to get more information on the two. Still, while it is the second game there isn't a whole lot of information on the two (especially Cro)'s past. Of course, this is the second installment out of hopefully more, so it's understandable that we don't have the full picture as of yet.

I was surprised to see that Lee is actually (essentially) a rich kid, considering that her mother seems to be pretty high ranking. I'm not sure if those holographic phones are a style choice or if it's just to show that Lee's family is just that rich. I guess based on her appearance, she doesn't really seem like anything too special considering that she dresses in pretty plain clothing. That being said, besides that and the fact that she isn't the best at conversing with people, there's not too much character for her, so hopefully we get to see more in the future about that.

Cro on the other hand gets a lot more development, especially during the endings where you remove the "Key" that allows Lee to walk around the train. We learn that Cro actually views love in a lot more of a shallow way, believing that it's fruitless, until he actually grows into infatuation himself. From what I can tell, Cro basically never had a crush until he met Lee, which then grew to the yandere levels that it is now. Before, at least from what I remember, Missing doesn't really talk about how he views his love for Lee, only that he is rather calculating and willing to eliminate others for his love. We also know that he does have some awareness over us as the player, as he talks directly to us when we mess with the files, leading us to be kicked out the game permanently, or at least unable to access the original game until it is properly reset. How or if it's relevant that he was able to gain this kind of awareness has yet to be stated, so it's hard to say if this is a skill that Cro has or if it's something that's specific to this game and while it wasn't present in Missing, it's unknown if it will change during the next game that features Cro. Cro, besides his ideals of love, also continues to showcase how he will get rid of anyone who interferes with his love with Lee-even to the extent of kicking the player out.

Overall though, I think it's a fun use of breaking the fourth wall with a yandere. Although the concept has been done a lot, I always find it fun to see how people incorporate it into their games and it's now fun to figure out how to do it via code. If you liked Missing, please try out this game if you are curious about Cro's story.

#Sweet Dreams #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #completed #visual novel

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glitterslag · 7 months

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anthroponymy in the bear

Apologies if someone's done this already, but I've been thinking a lot about the names of the characters in The Bear, and how almost nothing in this show is accidental. It's led me to wonder whether the names chosen are also intentional and if they can tell us anything about the characters and their journeys.

Firstly, we have Michael. The name is derived from a Hebrew phrase meaning ‘who is like god’ (often posed as a question). It’s fitting in my opinion. His character certainly is a godlike presence, his influence and love felt but not seen in The Beef. As the eldest sibling, he’s presented as a leader, and Carmy and Richie worship his vision.

There’s a creation aspect with Mikey. He plays god from beyond the grave, literally breathing life into The Bear through the money he stashed in the tomato cans - we have him to thank for its establishment.

The tomatoes remind me of the bible story of the feeding of the five thousand. In this miracle, Jesus is able to feed five thousand hungry people from just a few loaves of bread and a few fish. In ep 1.08, a humble tin of tomatoes - just as much a symbol of modesty as a loaf of bread - is opened to reveal a wad of cash. From this money comes The Bear, which hopefully will go on to feed just as many hungry mouths, if not more!

Interestingly, 'michelin' is a diminutive of 'Michel', an alternate spelling of Michael. I wonder if there's a connection there? Maybe the key to The Bear earning its Michelin star will lie with Michael? A recipe of his, or a piece of advice he gave Carmy? (Sidetracking, but I just think it’s cool!)

Next, we have Carmy, who’s full name is Carmen. I’ve looked at a few sources, and there seem to be a couple of different meanings for his name. The Latin meaning comes from the word for a song or a poem. The Hebrew meaning is garden or vineyard.

‘Song or poem’ to me reflects Carmy’s creative nature, his love of cooking and drawing. ‘Vineyard’ is interesting, considering that Donna is an alcoholic, and that as far as we know, Carmy is either sober or drinks very little.

Carmen is also a gender neutral name. For me, one of the significant themes of the show is masculinity, and how different ideas of masculinity are warring with each other. To me, Mikey and to an extent Richie represent one particular masculine ideal, one that’s maybe a bit toxic. Carmy meanwhile is not painted as the stereotypical masculine guy. Richie often insults Carmy’s masculinity, jeering at his culinary training, being homophobic, making fun of his lack of experience with women.

There’s so much I could say about this dichotomy, even right down to the dishes that are associated with each character. Richie’s idea of The Beef serving ‘food of the working man’. The sandwiches - their red meat fillings. Mikey’s spaghetti, in its simplicity, its earthiness, its history as a staple food of the working class. To me, it’s a masculine, down to earth dish, very at odds with the fancier, more elegant dishes we come to associate Carmy with.

Then we have characters such as Luca and Marcus - both of whom are associated with baking. You don’t have to be a genius to know that baking is seen as a feminine art. Luca and Marcus arguably don’t fit the macho man ideal either - both of them being depicted as a lot more gentle, calm, and creative types.

Next - Sydney. It’s an Old English name, and there are a few different interpretations of it that I could find. One is ‘wide meadow’ or ‘wide water meadow’.

When Syd breezes into The Beef in ep 1, she’s literally a breath of fresh air. She’s a meadow! Her vision for what the restaurant could be, both in terms of the food served and the way the kitchen could be run (i.e. mutual respect, a smooth chain of command, no psycho bosses) is an idealistic vision, a utopia, a garden of Eden type image.

This brings me to the link with Carmy’s name:

Remember how one of the meanings of Carm’s name was garden? In my opinion, this similarity only reinforces the writer's intentions for us to see Syd and Carmy as kindred spirits. Gardens, meadows… both peaceful, calm, beautiful places. To me, it tells us they’re each other’s peace. It also tells us if they learn how to work together, they can create that ideal vision for the restaurant that they both crave.

Another interpretation of Syd’s name is that it means island or island dweller. This brings to mind the phrase ‘no man is an island’, which to me perfectly summarises her character’s central struggle. The phrase means that humans need each other. We need support, and we can’t do things alone. I think Sydney is shown as someone who can be prone to bottling things up, and maybe finds it difficult to ask for help and to be vulnerable. She’s not shown as having many family and friendship connections, and we see a lot of scenes where she’s alone - eating in restaurants, on the train, cooking at home. In that sense, she is a bit of an island, and I hope we see her become able to rely on others a little more in seasons to come (and hopefully Carmy gets his act together enough for her to trust him to be her support!).

Next up: Jimmy. Short for James, a derivative of the Hebrew Jacob, it means ‘supplanter’. A supplanter means someone who takes the place of something else, like a usurper. Now, in ep 2.06, Jimmy and Donna’s dynamic was a little suspect, and I think a lot of people would agree that we’re supposed to infer something was going on there, with Cicero figuratively and perhaps literally taking the place of Bear senior. My theory is that there was an affair, and that Jimmy is actually Mikey’s father. JAW and Abby Elliott look pretty alike I’d say, while John Bernthal has quite different features. Was this intentional? Who’s to say, but I think there’s definitely a case to be made for there being two different fathers. Equally, Mr Bear could be Mikey’s dad, while Jimmy could be Nat and Carm’s true father - he has their lighter hair and eyes, so who knows!!

In Genesis, Jacob supplants his twin brother by buying his birthright. In the show, Jimmy attempts to buy the restaurant, which of course once belonged to Carmy’s dad. Although the show doesn’t give us the full story of the pair, we gather that Jimmy and Bear Sr. were old friends who were almost more like brothers, until a feud ruined their relationship. Interesting for sure!

Next is Tina. Short for Christina, which means ‘follower of Christ’. Her last name, Marrero, is interesting. Deriving from Spanish, it means stone-breaker or hammer, reflecting her strength of character. She’s a single mother, an immigrant, and has been working in male-dominated kitchens with all these shitty, angry men for years. As far as we know, she was the only woman at The Beef pre-Syd. She dealt with Mikey and Richie’s shit for years. You’d have to be pretty fucking tough.

On the other hand, T is so warm and kind underneath it all and seems able to penetrate through the other character’s exteriors relatively easily - Richie, Carmy, Ebra, Syd. They can all be pretty grumpy, but they all have SUCH a soft spot for Tina and only Tina. She’s the stone breaker to their stony surface! 💖🥰💖🥰

Okay those are the main ones I wanted to talk about, but here’s a few more in brief:

Richie: short for Richard, which means strong or brave ruler/leader. In the final episode, we see Richie leading expo and doing a great job. He’s finally living up to his name - literally finding his purpose.

Donna: means lady in Italian. Madonna, or ‘my lady’ is another name for Mary, Jesus’ mother. The ‘mother of victory’ referenced in the prayer that Carm, Nat and Richie say before the soft open is the same Mary. Whilst Donna definitely doesn’t share many characteristics with Mary, I think the comparison is useful in showing the bear kids’ conflicting view of their mother. They of course still love her and crave her love and her blessing for the restaurant in return.

Natalie: means ‘birth of the lord’, literally, ‘Christmas’. There could be a connection here to the Fishes episode, which takes place on Christmas.

Pete: short for Peter, it means rock. When Jesus made the disciple Peter the first Pope, he said, ‘on this rock I build my church’. Pete is Nat’s rock and I think that’s beautiful!!!!!!

Ebra: short for Ebrahim, an alternate spelling of Abraham, which means 'father of many'. He’s a father figure for The Bear!

I know there are a couple I've left out from the main cast, one being Marcus, whose name means 'follower of Mars', the Roman god. I'm still figuring out whether there's a significance there - I'm sure there could be. Maybe I'll do a part two with the rest of the characters!

Anyways I just think it's neat how fitting a lot of the names are... and I really don't think a lot of them were accidental!

Pls feel free to add on and/or correct me if I got anything wrong!

#yeah i'm riddled with catholic guilt for all eternity but at least i can make the bear meta #the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #(tagging sydcarmy cause i know the sydcarmy army love the meta)#sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white

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onskepa · 4 months

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Stxeli: I promise

Hellooooooo~!! Here is a new chapter of my stxeli series! Hope you all like this one! enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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“As a tsahik, you are busy every day sa’nok, what time would you have for my baby sister?” Little Neytiri asks as she narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. Mo’at doing the same stance, “and as a warrior in training, you have lessons to attend to ma’ite. Being with your teacher and helping with the clan, what spare time do you have with stxeli?”.

Eytukan couldnt help but let out a slow chuckle. They are at it again, his mate and child fighting over who can have stxeli for the day. It has become a daily thing, see who wins over stxeli. The baby in question was playing with some toys he carved for her, oblivious that her mother and sister are arguing over her.

But eytukan decides to take matters in his own hands. He has a rare free day today, why not have a nice father-daughter day? Liking the idea, he grabs stxlie in his arms, and quietly tells his family he will take the baby for the day. But he doesnt think mo’at or neytiri heard him as they continue to argue.

Walking around with stxeli in his arms, he lets her see their village, something the baby will never get tired of. Many young children say hello to him and his daughter, and he happily greets back. There is a lot they can do, but what exactly? She is fed and cleaned, so for the meantime he won't have to worry about that.

“Aaaaababababa!!” Stxeli squeals happily, her chubby legs kicking in the air. Lately she has been getting more physically active. She can crawl, but hopefully, she will walk too. “I think I know exactly where to go,” Eytukan says. Stxeli looks up at him with her gummy smile, already showing two little white peaks growing. Her teeth are also coming too.

They had her for a few months now, and already stxeli is growing up right before their eyes. Putting her on a carrying sling on his back, he sets out to a littler river not too far from the village. A place where children are often taken to learn the basics of fishing. And to enjoy fresh water.

“Abaaaa?” Stxeli calls out, curious where her father is taking her. Smiling softly, he answers her, “you will have fun where I am taking you, perfect to play around”.

The waters were calm and it wasn't that deep, perfect for stxeli to dip her little toes. Carefully bending down into the river, where it reaches up to his ankles, eytukan gently puts down his child. Firmly get gently holding her hands up as she laughs and giggles at the texture on her feet.

Laughter fills the area, the child's innocent giggles eytukan’s ears. Pleased and happy that his daughter was enjoying the water. Splashing water around as she kicks around. Even jumping at times. Her smile is ever so contagious.

Chuckling, eytukan sways her a bit, “alright lets try it, ready ma’ite?” he asks. Stxeli coos as if to answer her father. So, slowly, eytukan guide her step by step. Making sure the water doesn't slip her stance. “There you go, soon you will learn to walk and run. I am sure you will most likely hide behind our backs and scare us half to death” eytukan says while chuckling at his imaginary future.

The more steps stxlie took, the more confident she got, taking bigger eager steps. “Easy my child, why in such a hurry?” he wonders while easily keeping up pace. Stxeli only said some baby words to answer him, still gripping tightly on his fingers.

And to his surprise, stxeli took one big step and letting go of his grip. Was this the moment?

No, one step and she fell on her bum against a rock.

Not liking the stinging pain, with trembling lips, stxeli cries. Eytukan was quick to pick her up and rubs her little bum to soothe away the pain. “Sssshhh my young stxeli, no need to cry. It happens my child. Accidents happen and we learn from them” he softly whispers to her little round ear.

Gently bouncing her on his arm, her little cries died down as she sniffs away her tears. Eytukan wipes away his daughter’s remaining tears and smiles, “see? All better. Want to try again?”. Stxeli was quick to shake her head in protest. Eytukan accepts her choice and placed her on his lap as he sits near the river.

Stxeli explores his giant hands, tracing his hand wrinkles and band armor. Her soft coos of wonder bring warmth to his heart. He lets her wonder more and she stumbles upon his songchord. The na’vi remembers how stxeli has taken a liking to mo’ats and neytiri’s songchords. Of course stxeli has her own, but it is safely tucked away back at their home.

So, he takes out his song chord and swings it gently across stxeli’s face as she giggles, her hands chasing it. “You love my songchord don't you? One day, you will have your own, perhaps longer than mine. Long and beautiful, to sing and tell your story too” he tells her. Stxlie’s giggles are truly something. Her innocence and cheerfulness tug at eytukans heart. Every day he loves his child more and more.

“Here, this is my story” giving his songchord to stxlie, he begins to tell of his beginning to now.

After a nice lunch of fruit, which is what stxeli seems to only eat. Eytukan takes her further down the river, where it leads to a little pond. Water seems to be an element stxeli has come to enjoy. Eytukan wouldn't be surprised if his child learns to swim before walking. But as they made their way, there were sounds coming from the forage in the forest. Sounds of leaves being moved, twigs break.

He was quick to notice how silent the forest had become around them. Which can only mean one thing.

A predator is near. Very near.

And just like nothing, a growl was heard from his left, eytukan dodged it effortlessly. He grabbed his hunting knife as he held his child tightly. Stxeli began to whimper in fear.

Taking a good look at what tried to attack him, it was a viper wolf. Not good. They always hunt in packs. Meaning there is more he doesn't see. Not waiting for the viper wolf to make its move, eytukan ran quickly. And like a trigger, many more viper wolves appeared from their hiding

spots.

This only made stxeli scream and cries out of fear. He would try to calm her, but right now her safety is his priority.

If he could just-

Eytukan couldn't go farther as another viper wolf stood in his way. He can't fight with his child in his arms. The animal releases a mocking laughter, ready to lunge at the father. But eytukan was faster. Jumping high, he reaches for a vine and begins to climb.

Stxeli was crying her little soul out, eyes puffy and cant seem to stop. Once eytukan reached high enough, he found a small nook in a tree. Perfect. Quickly he grabs giant leaves and makes a cushion for stxeli.

“Ssshhh ma’ite. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you” eytukan promises. Gently rocking his daughter to soothe her fears. “See? We are safe, come now. I believe it is time for you to nap” he coos.

Hopefully she sleeps very soon, eytukan knows those viper wolves will find them. He took a wrong turn and now they are farther away from the village. He needs to drive them far away before he could proceed heading back. And there is only so much daylight left. He needs to think fast.

So he takes his songchord out and sways it in a hypnotizing way. Stxeli follows his songchord, her eyes moving side to side.

Hearing her fathers soft voice and his melody, stxeli closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.

Good.

Gently he places her in the nook of the tree, adding more leaves for her head, cover and hiding the entrance as a disguise. Looking at his songchord, eytukan places it in stxelis chubby little hand to which she grabs it tightly in her sleep.

Making sure he closes it well, he whispers a prayer.

“Great mother Eywa, please do not let the dangers reach my daughter. Protect as I will guide the viper wolves back to you”

And as if on cue, he can hear the distant mocking laughter of the pack. A plan began to form, moving away from where he hid stxeli, he yanks off a thick branch, and makes a weapon out of it.

Viper wolves are vicious creatures where numbers are important. Attacking as one, will they get what they want equally. A clear strategy is there and it always works be it attacking a group, or a large prey.

But clearly they underestimate the mighty olo’eyktan.

One by one the viper wolves were taken down. Each slayed, and numbers dwindled in the pack.

Eytukan roared out as he brought the viper wolves back to their great mother. With his makeshift spear, tough woof and a sharp stone in front, he pierces the animals in the vital parts of their body.

What remained of the pack backed away and left. No longer seeing the worth of losing blood over one man. So they leave, running back to where they came from. And eytukan cries out his victory, raising his spear out to Eywa.

Falling to his knees, fresh blood paint on his hands and body, he prays to the animals he had to end. And to hope they make a safe travel when they meet with Eywa.

Atokirina surrounded the little nook where eytukan placed stxeli, quickly climbing to reach her. Mentally slapping himself, who knows how much time has passed, it was dark and he wasnt sure how long he was knocked out.

However, he was forever grateful to see his precious daughter being protected by the great mother. Removing the leaves that hid her well, he looks inside.

Stxeli was wide awake, with his songchord in hand and a little atokirina floating playfully around her. Her contagious giggles melted away his worries. Noticing him, stxeli reaches out for him.

“Aba!” she calls out. Complying to her demand, he grabs her and holds her in his arms. Letting out groans of worry and relief. How close was he to losing another daughter. Gently stroking her soft little head, taking in her scent, its her. Stxeli is with him, alive and well.

“Thank you great mother, I am forever grateful to you” he says to the atokirina.

Eytakan was tired but he had to take stxeli back to the village before more danger lurks. So steadily, he makes it back. And does he have a story to tell. It might give mo’at a fightful scare, and probably a lecture. But it will be worth it. Any fight is worth it. All to keep his children safe.

And so, after arriving safely back to the village. Eytukan was right. Mo’at wouldn't stop lecturing him as she tended to his bloody wounds, shoving medicine in his scares and mouth. And neytiri wasn't too far off either. Giving her piece of mind to him too.

Yet after all that, he still clinged on to stxeli, who in return didn't want to be apart from him and happily clinged on to him too. Her little head always listening to his heart beat, while chewing on his songchord beads.

So, in the fit of the moment, he held stxeli up, where they eyes could meet. A little drool escaped the baby’s mouth, but she was happy either way. Cooing at her father, her little fingers tickling his nose. So, placing his forehead against her smaller head, eytukan speaks.

“As long I am alive ma’stxeli te taksha mo’at ite, I promise you I will protect you. To make sure no harm ever comes to you. So please, smile, laugh, live at your best. Your happiness is my greatest gift. I love you forever. That is my vow. My promise”.

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Yes I pulled some inspiration from kataru's screen time. Hope you all enjoyed this one! until next time! see ya!

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fantasyandshit · 21 days

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The light and the dark

Type:series

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Part: 7/?

Other parts

Summary: it is decided the inner circle will take a trip to the day court to hopefully receive more answers

We sit at the table for breakfast, piling different assortments of delicious food onto our plates. Just as I put a scoop of egg on my plate, Rhysand speaks up, “So Yn, I spoke with Helion, a close friend of mine who is the high lord of the day court- he would like us to all go down to see him so he can get a closer look at your magic.”

I nod before he continues, “I would also like to know- Feyre told us you fought in underground rings and often did strength training back in the human lands” there’s a pause, me and my sisters all tensing up, “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in further training in combat with myself, Cassian, and Azriel? You are already quite the extraordinary fighter if you taking down Hyberns guards says anything but it never hurts for a bit more practice no?”

“I would love to, honestly I’ve been dying to train again, I miss it all very much.”

“Wait you-you enjoyed it?” I look over to Feyre who has confusion painted on her face.

“Well of course I did it to help us but Feyre I loved fighting, I loved the adrenaline and the feeling of being strong enough to beat others and get back up when I didn’t. Feyre, the fighting and physical activity- it helps me cool down, we all know I’m a hot head and this helps, and after? After I’m tired enough nothing stresses me anymore, I’m finally able to calm down from the whirlwind of life.”

I feel Rhysands claws at the back of my head- he knows there’s more and I let him see, shortly agter Feyres eyes get cloudy before she looks to me. “Yn. No, no you did not need to- you didn’t deserve. Why would you?”

“Hey, hey no- we aren’t about to get all sappy here.” I turn to Rhysand, “I want to train- but I also want to know more about what’s to come because I need to be prepared for what I’m guessing is about to become an all out war that I WILL be participating in.”

Rhysand simply nods before we continue eating, myself and Cassian making jokes to ease the tension. I can feel Ariel’s eyes on me the entire breakfast, I simply look over and give him a small smile before turning back to my plate as our shadow and light plays together around us.

In the end, it is decided we will go to the day court in two hours time, and myself and Azriel will stay for a total of four nights and three and a half days and leave the next morning.

I make my way up to my room, packing my bags and then deciding to shower and get clean before we leave.

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We are winnowed to the day court fairly fast and I am amazed to say the least. The day court is absolutely gorgeous, bright and stunning in so many ways. As we make our way up the steps we are greeted by a dark skinned man who is just absolutely glowing, clad in a white almost robe of a garment that is just as gorgeous as him.

The male smirks at me as he takes my hand in his, kissing it as a greeting, “hello, you must be Yn. I’m Helion, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And may I just add you are absolutely stunning darling.” I can see Azriel tense up out of the corner of my eye but ignore it.

“Hello Helion, I’ve heard much about you, the pleasure is all mine really. And may I just say your court is gorgeous.”

A small chuckle leaves his lips, “well thank you. Now, why don’t we get straight to business? Follow me.”

Our group follows the high lord into an office space, filled with bookshelves and a window facing the most beautiful of views, in the middle of the room is a desk with papers stacked across it. “Now, I did some research and I found a few things of interest- Now, it is said the couldron brings out one’s most inner of forms- seeing as from what you tell me Yn was the warrior of her family, she was turned into one of a warrior race, it also shows who she is on the inside. Now with the light, it seems you are much like Azriel here- the opposite actually, you are what’s known as a light singer and just like our spy master here- you are the only one to exist in centuries. The reason for this being your power is unknown to me but I can tell you that it will work much the same to Azriels, you must gain control of the light, learn to speak to it and learn from them.” I nod along slowly, soaking in the information. “Now I’d like to take the time you and Azriel are here to really look more into you and your abilities, because truly I have never seen anything like you and you are quite intriguing if I say so myself.”

I nod a final time before we move to the next subject- the war. I take this moment to get as much information as possible, I was given very little but want to know as much as possible.

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Heyyy guys, I am so so so sorry for how terrible at updates I’ve been. I have been having some serious writers block along with some mental health issues but I promise I’m working on it! I want to say that the tag list will be moved to be on this series’ masterlist instead of where it has been previously at the end of chapters. Lastly I want to give a little spoiler as a treat so you know some of the fun coming up- it’s simple really, there WILL be Lucien angst with Yn and Elain angst with Azriel.

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cpd21district · 10 months

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Hi,stranger

Connor Rhodes x Halstead!sister reader

So I had this idea in my head for a bit let's see how it goes I apologize in advance for my English, I hope I can spend more time on it and improve

Coming back to Chicago was quite easy, starting a new job right away it allowed me to create a new routine and I also met new people and I started making new friends too, even if the hardest part was seeing my brother again after years of complete silence.

It was also difficult because the last time we saw each other we were kids you can say while now we are adults, but it didn't take us much to get back on track, moreover Jay and I have always been too similar.

Six months ago I started my new job as a nurse in the Gaffney ER, last month Will was back in town too and for the first time in years we are all together and we even get along, hopefully it will last a long time.

Today seemed like any other day we were all ready for the inauguration of the new department when the party was interrupted by a train accident, a disaster.

From the moment the first patient arrived we didn't stop even for a moment now it's night my shift ended hours ago, but the situation has calmed down only now.

I'm in the locker room while I change to go home I think of the new doctor who arrived in a rather daring way today, I thought I had left him in the past but here he is and it seems that we should work together starting today. However, I decide to leave these thoughts aside and go home, I'm exhausted.

I'm in the hospital parking lot when I hear someone call my name, I turn around and there he is Connor Rhodes...

"hey"

"hi stranger" I thought I'd sleep on it before meeting him again but here we are

" how are you?" connor asks and smiles at me and i will never admit it out loud but i missed him

"tired, I can confirm that this doesn't happen every day, definitely a first day to remember right?"

“Definitely not what I expected, I didn't expect to see you, how's it going in Chicago? and your brothers?”

"well I must say I missed home and my brothers you should have already met one"

"well of course Dr. Halstead of course, luckily you don't look alike" he smiles at me

After a while we say goodbye and part ways once at home I head to the shower to wash away the day before watching an episode of 2 broke girls with my beloved ramen.

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Summary: How do you find your way to the light when you're under the rubble?

Genre Warnings: Mostly Angst, there is a smutty scene though SO 18+

Word Count: about 13k

ANGST warning: Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights as well as, vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm

Smut Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, Puppy/Pup kink, strap on use (r and W receiving), strapwarming, a bit of humiliation, thigh riding, d/s power exchanges,

*as per usual lemme know if i missed anything important*

A/N: And this my loves, is the finale part of TGU S1 Finale. Hopefully it is everything that you guys wanted. Here's part one if you haven't read it! If there are any mistakes or anything, its cause i suck.

***Minors DNI** **Pay attention to the warnings tagged and only click the keep reading tab if you are okay with them and 18+*** ***18+ ONLY***

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Dropping a stack of papers on the table, the man sighs as he rubs his hand over his face. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have on everyone’s day off but the longer they wait the more difficult the situation will be to defuse. “This is serious now Wanda, don’t you understand that yet?” Steve just wanted her to agree, nod her head and let them help her figure something out. He didn’t want the young girl to ever be put in a situation where she may end up a public enemy again.

Pouring a few fingers of whiskey, Tony’s nonchalant attitude would normally frustrate everyone but he is keeping the room calm at the moment. “It’s no longer a maybe, everyone can see the changes in you. It’s basically a flashing sign to the rest of the world that we’re losing control of a ticking time bomb.” His voice is already slurring a little, and you can tell that the surprise meeting took him by surprise but nothing would stop him from drinking in the moment. His family, the team, was falling apart in such a deep way and it was starting to affect him more than most understood.

“I have it under control, I told you that.” Wanda was glaring at the table, practically refusing to look at anyone. She hated being surprised like this, it felt more like an interrogation or intervention more than a team meeting.

“We can’t trust your judgment anymore, Maximoff.” Fury always has an air of authority to him, even to the witch who rarely interacted with him. She never liked him, for he had originally been part of the group that wanted to imprison her for her actions with Ultron. The man regardless demanded respect with each word he spoke, even gaining the brunette’s gaze. “Should have taken Hill’s word for it and kept you under lock and key from the moment we realized how dangerous you could end up.” The sarcastic jab was unprofessional, but he didn’t take it back instead staring directly at Wanda.

Glaring at the head of her girlfriend, the witch tries to prompt her into doing something. “Seriously Nat, you’re going to just sit back and let them speak to me and about me like this?” She knew that the two were having issues, but at the end of the day she knew she would never let someone else berate the ginger like this.

The widow shrugs, helplessly shaking her head as she finally looks up. “What do you want me to say? I told you that we couldn’t handle this alone, though personally I think this is out of their control at this point but at least we’re finally stepping out of trying to deal with it without help.” It’s almost a slap to the face, a decision that makes it seem almost helpless that the two have been together for almost a full decade at this point.

Tony sets his glass down, a clank sharp enough to pull everyone’s attention. “Earth can’t handle another eruption, and right now the cherry bomb over there is the biggest one on the radar. It isn’t about sides, we protect and right now I’m not any of us know where this is actually going to end up.”

“At this point I think you guys just want to lock me back up, throw away the key and leave me to rot. Would that make you guys feel better?” Wanda’s anger could be felt throughout the room, even though her entire body was calm and relaxed.

The widow in the room speaks slowly, under her breath, but in the dead silence no one could have missed it. “Might make the rest of the world feel better.” Even when she realizes that she said it out loud, you could tell there was no regret.

“Classy Romanoff, real classy.” Rolling his eyes, Tony downs the rest of his drink as he tries to keep calm. The entire domestic situation was getting out of control and he had a feeling that it would cause the future to be even more rocky if they stayed divided.

Finally moving to show her emotions, Wanda’s hand slams against the table. A loud resounding smack makes everyone flinch, sparks of scarlett magic flying into the air. “Your problems with me aren’t the boys’ business, so why do you constantly want to air it out in front of others?” The death glare shot towards Natasha would send anyone else to their knees, begging for forgiveness but not the widow.

The assassin was used to the witch’s outbursts, though they were more frequent when she was younger they haven’t changed one bit. Rolling her eyes at the tantrum that she knows is brewing, she just blankly stares back at Wanda. “When have you ever been against showing off to others? Don’t you love when others watch, you get off on it.”

Seething, the Sokovian bares her teeth at her girlfriend; furious that this entire thing is always being turned on her. “You’re the one that left our last conversation.”

A mocking laugh breaks up the heavy breathing, baited silence as everyone waits for them to finish. “I left? Me? Miss Houdini over here thinks that I left! That’s real entertainment.”

Wanda’s rings scrape against the table, a screech that has the men in the room grimacing, as she exhaustedly sighs. “Walking out after someone tells you what Bishop told us is not okay Natalia. No matter what your reaction is, that is not it.”

“Get over that night, everyone else did.” A note of silence plants a seed of doubt, watered quickly from the diverted gazes and quiet throat clearing. “Didn’t they?”

“You got over it. You put a fake bandaid over it. The gifts…I heard they were nice, and of course the suit we made turned out great but…even I know that gifts can only go so far.” Tony sort of shrugs, an attempt to not piss off the ginger.

A loud scoff interrupts him, the witch stranding quickly as her chair falls behind her. Pushing into the widow’s personal space, Wanda leans down into her face. Her hands land on the armrests, blocking her partner from being able to get up. “Get it through your thick skull Romanoff, the world doesn’t just fall to their knees because you decide that you are ready to move on.”

It’s silent for a long time, the two women glaring at one another with neither willing to budge. No one really wanted to interrupt, stupidly hoping that one of them would give up, be willing to nudge at at least a little. When the staring contest goes on for almost ten minutes, the other men all look to one person to try and break it apart. “Even though this fight is incredibly sexy, a real treat ladies. This isn’t what we came to talk about.” Even as Steve and Nick sigh, cringing when they realize how Tony decided to ease tension, everyone is relieved when the two women finally separate.

Straightening his posture, a very uncomfortable Steve clears his throat. “Yes, we need a game plan for whenever this…prophecy is fulfilled.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, her face slowly becoming stoic as her mask falls into place. Deliberately ignoring Natasha when a noise of concern falls from her pursed lips, the witch turns to to the captain swiftly. “Here’s the plan Star Spangled Banner, I go away. That’s all. You won’t have to worry about me when I am gone, and I don’t need anyone to even be concerned with me.”

Before anyone can even reply, or try to stop her, the brunette disappears only leaving behind a puff of crimson.

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A hand tugs you back, and you almost chastise the blonde but she’s shushing you and pointing to the four men walking the path below you two. Floating above a balcony, you lower the two of you to a ceiling beam to try and help conceal your position. It’s mostly dark, just a few dim lights flickering. Thankful for your new technology, and watching as Yelena slips on her green goggles, the two of you take your time to scan the area. You know that this entire situation is no longer an offensive, a recovery mission on one of the highest protocols as not only a huge group of civilians but two of the most prominent heroes are incapacitated.

Echoes of taunts and muffled whimpers reach the two of you, analyzing the possible route around becomes a breeze as you blink through the purple arrows showing you the best way. When the two of you hear an agonized scream it doesn’t take much more for you to drop down, ambushing the masked men below you. Working together you and the blonde almost move as if you are one, your connection truly shining through fighting for the first time. Even as you move farther into the building, separating as needed, it’s almost like you share the same brain.

With each move you decide to make, your confidence never wavers as the comforting vibration of crimson mist moves along your body. Besides trying it on during the holidays, you had never worn the suit and the way it works with you is mind blowing. Any time you came face to face with one of the masked men it was like the suit knew what to do, the perfect weapon materializing out of chaos into your hand.

Maroon blades and arrows glitching from their spots where they stick out of those you leave in your wake, anger from knowing they hurt people you loved making you not second guess your actions. Never running out of weapons coming in handy as the two of you work your way through the huge bank, before finally coming to a meeting point right in front of the main lobby. You take a moment to breathe as you sneak through the last hallway, assessing the situation, and realizing that Wanda made sure that no one could ever track you for everything you leave with them disappears.

Yelena finally settles next to you, working on a small phone as she works to hack into the building’s alarm and security system. “The witch did good on your suit.”

Nodding silently, you stand next to her with a shield of scarlet curving around the two of you as you focus on the small screen. “This is Katie’s code.” Your voice is hushed, though excited when you realize that you should be able to figure it out easily enough. “I recognize it from when I hang out at work with her. I think..if you switch the last two things and just rework that fourth line then it should work perfectly.”

The blonde rolls her eyes at you, doing what you suggest and chuckling as it works perfectly. She easily begins to work through the system, setting up different triggers. “You know, I am shocked that you remember anything from your time at her company as you drool so much over her.”

She interrupts you before you can chastise her, nodding as she slips the phone back into a pocket somewhere. Making note to giggle at her later, you let the mask show you where to go as the two of you scale the ceiling. The list of how many civilians to save growing with each second you crawl around, the center of the floor finally coming into view. You can see the faint purple electric forcefield first before the mess of people inside, the mask zooms in on the huddle for you.

Almost immediately you divert your eyes, unable to fully see two of your favorite people in such a position. Instead you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a fight of your life. You could recognize how outnumbered you were, especially with so many of the men in the middle of the floor. They were all heavily armed, and you knew that the two of you were already exhausted after taking so many people down alone. Unsure of how good the group of men were at wielding their overpowered weapons made this mission a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle or so you were telling yourself that.

Slowly your eyes slip shut, the blinking lights and distant screams overwhelming you. It wasn’t something you were used to, and you knew that it was something you would need to train to be better equipped to handle. You never thought when you got this suit a few months back for Christmas that it would be used this quick.

You knew you didn’t have time to be scared, not a single moment to work through the fear that was starting to completely take over your system. It was no longer an option, not that it was one in the first place, instead you had to dig deep. Finding that little girl in you that desperately just wanted to save people, the one that would have grown up to be an agent if not for that tragic night. Maybe you weren’t focused on saving every single person in the bank, and maybe that was incredibly selfish, but thinking about letting two of the most important people in your life slip between your fingers was all it took for you to step off the beam.

Eyes closing as you feel your body fly through the air, trusting the way the crimson mist moves along your skin and holds you so tenderly. You can hear shouts and screams, people rushing around below you, but even as things go soaring past you the suit almost makes you feel like time is slowed down. Giving you energy and focus, you can hear the way the witch would speak to you. Encouragement and love filling each thought, leaking into your body and filling you with a confidence that can only come from someone as powerful as her believing wholeheartedly in you.

Landing in the middle of the room should have scared you but truthfully you knew in the back of your mind, and at the center of your heart, that anything Wanda would ever give you would never allow you to be hurt. The mask covered your eyes, but it didn’t matter as your vision was just a huge screen of red and purple static, almost as if it was a glitching computer screen.

All your senses, all of your nerves, your entire being filled with a warm radiating chaos all flooding from the gleaming mark along your ribs. The fight was no longer just yours, but you knew that your favorite witch was there too. Standing tall in the middle of a shocked group of people, your vision cleared and your goal was in sight.

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You knew the moment that you came home that everything would explode. After pushing the suit to its limit, you had barely been able to teleport the four of you to the penthouse before passing out. Happy that you were able to at the very least keep everyone safe, your body just wasn’t used to that amount of magic surging through your veins.

Yelena had called upon her own people, a favor to get all of you back to Avengers campus. The two young heroes were immediately taken to medical, and you were brought to Kate’s room to rest. The doctors cleared you quickly, stating you just were exhausted and needed a good nap. Enlisting your best friend to make sure that for the next day or so, you would stay hydrated and fed; true rest.

She as per usual took her orders seriously and monitored you closely as you slept, dreading the next unspoken part of her job; calling your two rage filled owners. The younger sister knew that she was practically dousing the flames with gasoline the longer that she procrastinated calling them, but even she was scared of them sometimes.

By the time that they were called, you were happily walking around and feeling completely better but you knew that it was only a matter of time before the two showed up. Unsure of exactly how they would react, you decided to just try to prep for anything. Anger and intense fear was for sure, but you knew that even though the rules weren’t explicitly written out that you broke many. The suit wasn’t made for you to become a hero, or an agent.

While you and Yelena were playing a casual round of Town of Salem, the door slammed open. Crimson magic practically crushing the metal, looming silhouettes of the two women scary even from a distance.

It was the angry voice of the widow that breaks the volatile silence. “What do you mean you took her out on a mission?” It’s demeaning and directed at her younger sister, lunging towards her before stopping herself short.

Wanda takes her time to walk towards you, her face void of any emotion as she scans your body. She takes her time to formulate a sentence, letting the two siblings squabble behind her as she takes the blonde’s spot next to you. Finally reaching out, she tangles her fingers with yours and the anger fueled fear shines through her emerald eyes. “That was for extreme emergencies only Detka, not for you to go out and find trouble!”

You sigh, knowing that you were going to have to defend why you went with the white widow. “This was an emergency and look at me, I’m completely fine!” Gesturing to your body, you try to point out that you only have just a few small cuts and bruises. The suit that the witch had made you was extremely effective at protecting you from any harm.

Natasha’s head pops up, quickly scanning your body. Even though she can easily determine that you aren’t hurt, she still angrily flails her hand in your direction. “Yeah, you are but you could have not been. You should have never gone to get her Yelena, ever.” Shoving her sister to the ground, she looms over her and snarls whenever she tries to get up.

Flopping dramatically back, rolling her eyes up at her older sister Yelena sighs. “Oh cool, am glad you seem so worried about my heath and safe being.”

Kicking her side, huffing as Natasha watches the blonde roll uselessly around on the ground. “You are trained for this, you are THE white widow.” The ginger glares down at the girl when she laughs.

“Kate Bishop is Hawkeye and Peter Parker is Spiderman. All trained and made for this job as well, and you see that they needed help.” The younger widow’s wiseacre tone just further pisses off her sister, but she can’t help but push her buttons. She knows you’re safe, that everyone is safe, and that’s all that matters.

Nodding along, you perk up at your best friend standing up for you. “Don’t forget that in all technicality I have been trained to do this! Do you forget who I was raised by?” Cringing internally at the fact you brought up your lineage, the field that you were destined to be part of.

Wanda sighs, knowing that you weren’t going to budge with Natasha’s angry outbursts. Cupping your chin, she gently turns your face to her. The soft emotional storm shaking the forest in her eyes makes you whimper, a small noise that falls from your lips involuntarily. “You may have been raised by them little one, but we all know you didn’t care for or want the lifestyle.” Even though she sounds much more gentle and loving, it still pisses you off.

“That isn’t fair! I may not like the lifestyle but we all know I am damn good at it. It’s in my blood. S.H.I.E.L.D has been begging me to join the rankings since I could basically walk.” Natasha opens her mouth to interrupt you but you barrel on, despite cringing at the thought of being disrespectful. “I was born to do this and while I may not enjoy it, or have the will to do it daily, if it means saving or aiding any of you then you damn well know that I am going to don the suit and do whatever I need to.”

Yelena is pushing her sister’s foot off of her, sitting up excitedly. “You should have seen her out there, you two need to set your fear aside and know that your little princess is amazing in the field. She knows what to do and honestly if she ever did want to join the agency, I would jump at having her as a partner.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach down to shove the blonde. Knowing she’s just trying to take the heat off of you, a sigh leaves your lips because you can’t truly be angry at her. No regrets from going to save the two Younger Avenger captains, and nothing could change that; not even the two older women glaring down at you. If you ever did step foot in the field, you know that you would be more than thrilled to be partners with your best friend.

Natasha shoves her way in between the two of you, stubborn as usual. The widow refused to budge on her way of speaking about the situation, anger completely over taking her entire mind. “I don’t care how amazing she was, and I know she was amazing. Personally I never wanted that suit to be anything but a defensive thing. It was never meant to go out into the field, nor was it ever meant for you to go wild and perform a retrieval mission.”

You almost choke as you prepare yourself to do what you know needs to be done. Knowing that if anyone else says anything that neither of the older women would settle, the responsibility falls to you. Having spent the last almost five years obeying them almost completely you knew that this act would feel weird, never one to push back in this way. “Kate needed me. Peter needed me. They needed saving and obviously no one else was going to go, for whatever reason it fell to me and Yelena. We stepped up and saved them, and that’s all that should matter. No one else was harmed and we walked away safe. I have no plans to make a habit out of this before you ask. This isn’t something that I want to do a lot. Just drop this argument because at this point, I think we all need to realize that our emotions and feelings are being entirely redirected. I don’t know or understand what is happening, and it is frustrating as hell but I need everyone to figure themselves out.”

Yelena’s eyes widen, never once hearing you stand up to the older women. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she watches her sister and the all knowing witch stumble back, jaws slack as they stare at you. She felt relief, hoping that this would be the beginning of the end of this entire situation. The blonde desperately wanted everything to progress and settle down, the tension was too much for her to deal with.

“I’m going to go be with them while they wake up. I’m sorry for yelling and interrupting but I just need you guys to understand where I stand. This entire thing, whatever it is, is affecting us too. I’m not sure exactly what is going on with you two, but I’m not stupid. I will see you guys later.” You have to force yourself to immediately stand, storming out of the room before you looked into their eyes.

The white widow watches as you walk out of the room, chuckling silently before turning to see the other two struggling to mask their emotions. Wanda seemed to just be angry, eyes wet as she breathed deeply. Flickers of crimson could be seen sparking in the forest of her eyes, her nose twitching as she struggles to control herself. Natasha on the other hand almost drains of all humanity, her face pale and her eyes dim. It’s almost like the words and the venomous tone strikes her directly in the heart and she was losing all ability to live. The youngest wants to say something but she isn’t sure it would help, so instead she just shrugs sympathetically and follows you.

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The gentle beeping is soothing as you stare out the window. Having spent the past few days in this room, you had your favorite spot and you knew the best times to see the best views.

“You don’t have to hang out with me every day, you know.” Kate’s sleep filled voice catches your attention immediately. She’s pushing herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. She looks so young in the hospital gown, and it makes you aggressively protective over her.

Sitting in the spot where she’s patting at, you take her hand when she reaches out for you. Kissing her cheek softly, you make sure to not move too quickly as you watch her reactions carefully. “Silly girl, I’ll always be at your side.”

Her head falls back, an exasperated huff leaving her lips as she stares up at the ceiling. Flopping her arm, IV rattling about awkwardly, as she grunts annoyed. “I’m just here for one more day. Stark feels horrible and I think he’s just overeating at this point. Having the nurses keep us in this prison longer than necessary.”

“I agree with him, I think you should stay here until your body is allll better.” You lean in giving her a gentle kiss on different parts of her face, scratches and stitches.

Kate hums, a content sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. Basking in the love you give her, she tries her hardest to ignore the faces that she sees with her eyes shut.

Reaching up, you cup her face and use your thumbs to smooth the worry between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kate, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” It didn’t take much more for the archer to break down, shoving her face into your palm as sobs shake her body.

The two of you sit, curled up together now, unsure of how long the brunette cries into your neck. A sound that breaks your heart, but it needs to happen.

Her voice is broken, scratching at her throat as she forces herself to speak the thoughts screaming inside of her brain. “I froze, in the moment that I needed to be the most brave I froze. Peter was behind me, screaming as his body shut down and I froze mid air. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even save my best friend?”

“It’s not good, you’re right, but do you really think that he’s going to blame you? It didn’t get close enough but I don’t think you would have let him die.” The girl always begged you to rationalize the thoughts in her head, to help her see the real side of things when she no longer could but it hurt every single time to do it. “Things happen, my love, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad hero.” “You say that because you have faith in me, but seeing their faces again and hearing them talk to me like that…It..I felt like a little girl again. I didn’t feel like this trained archer or skilled fighter. I felt like I did whenever they walked into my bedroom.” She’s shoving at you, hands coming up to grip her head and shoving her the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s almost like she is trying to shove the images out of her mind, but no matter how hard she pushes it never works.

“Kate—“ You can’t even get a full sentence out, barely even her name, before she’s cutting you off.

Her eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with hot angry tears that almost seem painful to stop. “I couldn’t even stop them! I couldn’t even raise a hand to them or beg for them to stop. It almost felt… like a relief. Normalcy almost leaking into my body and I hate myself for it. I don’t even think I cared that it happened again. All the shit I talked about how I was so angry about it, and that I would hit them even kill them now. What good did it do if I just let it happen? I..just let it happen.” Kate deflates in on herself, almost like someone poked a hole and her rage leaked out of her. Staring blankly at the wall, zoning out, the girl just sits there.

You gulp down your own emotions, a strong urge to puke or burn the entire world down. It isn’t what needs to happen and you know that you need to tread lightly, letting the archer talk as she needs.

She doesn’t say anything, and when you open your mouth to try and fill the air nothing comes out. Instead you sit there, both of you, the sound of beeping the only thing that could be heard. It wasn’t awkward, or tense, but it made you want to cry either way. Her heavy head falling onto your shoulder, comforts the both of you, as thoughts fill the air.

“I want to forget it or at least act like it didn’t happen.” Her voice is small, hesitant and a little strained as she tries to understand her own emotions.

You immediately want to shut it down, knowing that she’s just going to internalize this again and it will ruin her mind. Trying to be gentle about your worries, you rub your thumb over her covered arm and try to look into her eyes. “Kate..is that really the best thing?”

She refuses to meet your gaze, shrugging a bit helplessly. “No. I know it isn’t but that’s the issue. It’s not the best thing, but it’s the thing that will get me to survive this. I don’t want to break right now. I don’t ever want to break but I think my mind needs a minute to deal with everything by itself. I need a minute to not let this ruin everything. The world is bigger than those two, especially now.”

Your heart stutters, dropping into your stomach. Nothing you did that day you regret, and you’re actually deep down proud of what you did to them, but taking lives isn’t something you ever thought you would have done. You did what you needed to, and you know that if you hadn’t that Peter would be dead right now. You aren’t sure what all would have happened to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Nodding, you leave a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Her ocean eyes, filled with violent whirlpools and crashing waves, finally meet yours. “Please, just do this for me. Just for now. I’ll think about it, work on it, when everything feels less crumbly.”

Finally you force a smile, cringing internally when she gives you a look. “Okay. I promise. Once everything else feels less crumbly, then we will work on this. We will work at your pace and I will make sure that everyone else does, as long as you can promise the same for me.”

You see her go to argue that, but immediately snaps her jaw closed. Kate sighs and just nods her head slowly, “Fine we both agree.” A beat of silence before she’s pushing herself up. “Can..we talk about the other thing, so that we can think of something else. Something that maybe we can fix.” After you give her a look to continue she shakes her body as she tries to get her thoughts into order.

The archer is glaring at the white blankets, rolling the scratchy plastic band around her wrist. “First…I don’t want to tell them what happened exactly. Natasha already reacted badly to the first time, I don’t want to cause anything else to happen like that. I don’t want to break the dynamic any more.”

“Baby, I don’t think that is on you or your story. I think something else is going on, with both of them.” She gives you a curious look, but it just leaves you shrugging. “Honestly, I’m not sure. They haven’t told me anything either and it’s getting really frustrating.”

“So, how do we fix it?” Kate’s voice is small and it makes you practically growl, annoyance and anger building in your body.

“I’ll deal with it. I think I know how to get them to break.” She looks at you, wanting to complain that she doesn’t want you to do it alone but the look of determination on your face is a sign that you weren’t going to back down.

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“We can’t keep fighting.” The two were sitting across from each other, staring one another down as they met up to try and figure out how to fix the situation that they found themselves in. Natasha was unable to mask her anxiety, almost immediately trying to talk her partner out of fighting.

A sharp nod, and a slightly sarcastic eye roll, confirms Wanda’s agreement. “Finally something we agree on.”

The ginger is so frantic that she doesn’t even call the younger girl out on her attitude. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ever. Not even when we were leaving.”

“Can we stop talking around what we need to do, please Natialia. It’s exhausting and at this point we’re both on the verge of losing everything. It’s been days, we can’t keep pushing everything off. Not everything is going to wait until you’re ready.” The Sokovian pinches her nose, trying to fight off the pending headache as she thinks about the next fight that she would endure.

Sneering, Nat barely jabs back before deciding that it isn’t worth it right now to continue. “Sorry, your majesty. What exactly is it that you think we need to do? At this point I think we’ve gone past casually talking about it, haven’t we?”

It’s almost like Wanda gives up, hands flopping uselessly to her sides as she just pleadingly looks at the other woman. “Why are you so angry? What about this entire thing is making you angry? Hmm? I just wanted you to let Kate in, that’s it. She opened up to us for the first time and you shut down. I understand you were scared of your reaction but Nat… you just have to deal with that.”

“I’m angry at those guys. I’m angry at the fact that for four years that giggly silly girl was crushed every single day, her innocence and happiness ripped away from her like it was nothing. I’m angry because..I broke my own rules and now I have to deal with the aftermath.” The widow is gaping at Wanda as if she’s surprised she isn’t reacting this way. She doesn’t really understand how someone can act so calmly when it comes to the situation.

The brunette pushes the subject just a bit more, nervous that the more she broaches the topic the faster the other one will shut down. “You don’t know it’ll turn out badly. Why are you thinking negatively? It’s just causing more issues.”

“Are you not? If you didn’t have a bad feeling about everything, then why are you still hiding? When are you going to tell your precious detka how you truly feel?” Natasha laughs, a mocking sassy sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. She knew that Wanda was terrified but she was tired of being told that she was the only one scared of the outcome.

“What does that mean?” Your quiet voice breaks the quiet sounds of the ginger’s laugh dying out, and it causes the two to spin around to look at you with doe eyed looks.

“Oh, Makyshka. When did you get here?” The two share a panicked look, a dash of shame and guilt.

Rubbing at your arms, you try to recoil into yourself as you realize that you were being impolite by listening to a conversation that you know was not meant for you. “I heard Daddy yelling, I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I just.. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Девочка, please..” Natasha tries to plead with you, but you’re past listening and being a quiet thing.

You know she’s shocked when you interrupt her, but you have to keep your confidence and push on. “No, you guys always say that you’ll tell me when you’re ready but I’m ready. Doesn’t that matter? It’s been months like this. Months of tense situations that I don’t know how to defuse.” You know that you’re being unfair as you stare at them with your best pleading eyes, your body almost bending in on itself as you can feel the urge to kneel for them; your posture training pushing you into the best place to beg for something.

Wanda speaks up, trying to ease your tension and your anxiety. She knew that it was getting frustrating, and that with everything going on you have been getting more impatient than ever. “Of course it matters Little One, we’re just trying to figure out our thoughts and feelings. We just want to be able to come to you when it’s all figured out.”

“No. Okay. No. Delta, Red.” The two words feel foreign falling from your lips, something that you never took lightly. You knew that the two of them hadn’t heard you hard safe word in years, the three of you truly melding together so well that slowing down and having amazing aftercare helped any situation that any of you felt unsure about.

The two freeze, the words sinking in as they stare at you. You haven’t used your safe word recently, especially not in a situation like this. This isn’t the normal break in conversation, but instead it’s tense and it’s almost like you paused a movie right at the climax.

You’re shaking your head, jaw tense as you try to gather your emotions. This isn’t something you think you should go into irrationally, but it’s hard to keep control of everything when you don’t even know what you’re trying to control. “I can’t keep doing this on your schedule. Okay? This isn’t something that can just take a year or more. It’s tearing us apart and I can’t be the one that saves us, so talk. Talk or I’m walking out of here because I can’t handle this, and for once it’s going to be me who needs that break.”

The silence screams out between the three of them, and you can feel your heart start racing. You never actually wanted to walk out, never wanted to take a break but you would if you had to. The stress of this situation, becoming the keeper of the dynamic, was all too much for you and you needed a solution. Leaving wasn’t your first choice but it was an option, and you would take it if you had to.

It’s Natasha who speaks up, finally breaking the silence after what seems like an hour. You can tell she’s hesitant, and trying to prompt the witch into saying something but you no longer cared to be patient. “It’s complicated, detka, and we don’t want to say anything that we would regret. The situation can be really sensitive if we do things too early, or put things into existence that maybe we don’t actually feel. We just want to understand the things going on in our head before we start putting id–”

“I love you Мой красивый ангел.”

You freeze, watching the ginger’s eyes widen before both of you slowly turn to Wanda. The witch is staring determinedly at the floor, tugging at a stray string on the blanket. Her emerald eyes are distant, almost foggy as she avoids the two of you. It’s the first time that you’ve seen her like this, even the day that she left for her mission she wasn’t this nervous. It was more sad, and maybe a little panic the night before but nothing like this.

Natasha gulps and for the first time in years the older widow sees the eighteen year old that sat in the back of the quinjet after the fight in Sokovia. The widow remembers it distinctly, watching the young girl protectively sit next to her brother’s body the entire flight to America. Steve had wanted to at the very least put him below deck so that she didn’t have to stare at him, unconcerned about anyone but Wanda’s feelings, but the young girl had growled out a sob every time anyone else even got close to him.

It had been years since the witch showed such vulnerability, the mask she came to love left her stoic and in charge. She had felt lost and completely spiraling after her brother’s passing, and she had vowed to never be that again. While it was a fight for a bit, Wanda had quickly mastered that and no one ever saw her truly and transparently real.

“I..I know you do..you always tell me th–” You were cut up, but it was probably for the better. The ability to form sentences was hard as your brain began to short circuit, really not understanding what was going on.

Wanda sighs, fingers wiggling before she forms a fist. She’s trying to dig her nails into her palm, to calm herself as she prepares for rejection. “No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time now and just ignored it because that’s not what you needed from me. It isn’t even what you need from me now, but after a year away from you my ability to hide it got worse. I know that you are with Kate, and I know that you two are dating but I just don’t think I can hide it effectively from you anymore. I don’t want this to change anything but if you’re not comfortable with this anymore then we can deal with that, find a solution even if that means me leaving.”

Nodding, you take your time to absorb the information you just learned. It wasn’t something that necessarily surprised you. You had always dreamed of this day, a thing that you always thought was just slightly out of reach. The idea of someone like Wanda being in love with you was insane to you, this all powerful witch wanting to love a struggling college student. Unsure of what to say, you decide against saying anything. Instead you walk over to her on shaky legs, vision blurry and reach out to her. Taking her hand you lay it against your ribcage, the mark blazing beneath her touch. Uncertain forest eyes raise to meet yours, and your heart cracks a bit at the tears building. The bright red rim almost like a dam wall, refusing to break and let the flood of tears flow.

What you don’t see is Natasha, awkward at her core, looking away so she doesn’t intrude. She lets her gaze settle on a few bunnies outside, playing before a flash of dark purple catches in her peripheral vision. There in the doorway stands a frozen, wide eyed Kate in a baggy sweat suit and bandages all over. A small twitch of the widow’s finger and the archer is silently crossing the room, just barely interrupting the scene in front of her before settling next to the ginger.

It takes a moment, even after the archer enters the room, for the two of you to finally break apart. Your eyes immediately search for the only deep water that you find solace in, a fleeting moment between you all you need to comfortably dig yourself into Wanda’s side. Stretching out to get comfy, your feet end up in Kate’s lap and it almost feels like once again you are the bridge but it doesn’t feel horrible for the moment.

The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking and looking around avoiding gazes. It’s a beautiful day, a light snow is coming down even though it’s well into spring at this point. Irony in the weather matches the feeling inside the room.

Kate is squirming as she finally breaks the silence, awkwardly spilling out her words quickly. “I’m sorry that I had to be saved last week. I shouldn’t have frozen like that. I could have taken them both out without any help, and I shouldn’t have gotten so cocky and vengeful.”

The archer’s apology hangs in the air for a moment, an unspoken conversation happening between the older women before Wanda steps up and tries to calm the younger Avenger’s fears. “Malý kríženec, that wasn’t your fault. We’ve all had moments like that. I know it isn’t something that you want to hear, but as heroes we are in theory going to lose many more times than others. It’s about how we get back up and put ourselves back into the game.”

Stubborn as usual, you watch your girlfriend shake her head aggressively. Refusing to believe it wasn’t her fault, she tries to argue the perfectly logical answer. “I caused issues and I know that, especially when I called Yelena. I don’t even know why I called her and I definitely didn’t know that she was going to go get back up, but it wasn’t my intention. I just panicked and I didn’t want to bother anyone, and she had told me she wasn’t doing anything. I think I just barely mumbled her name and the suit just took it upon itself to call her. I didn’t want her to bring anyone else, I promise.”

You have to finally sit up a little, interrupting her anxiety filled ramble. “Once again, I can handle myself. I think I did just fine.” You know they mean the best, but you need them to realize that you can fight and do what is needed when you are called upon.

Feeling Wanda physically sigh, before she’s tilting your head up to look at her. She has a forced smile on her face and you know that she’s trying to reign in her own emotions. “You did, but you’re our precious little thing and while we know you can tough it out with the best of us…we don’t want you to have to. “ The witch slowly moves your head to nod, a knowing look as she watches puff out your cheeks defiantly.

The clock ticking, as the four of you go quiet grates your nerves but you know that there is something else going on. You aren’t sure what but you know that the tension between Wanda and Natasha still isn’t gone.

“Can I ask…what I interrupted?” Your girlfriend’s voice is small, wary of overstepping.

You look at Wanda, letting her decide when she would tell Kate. She’s not even looking at you though, glaring at a light’s reflection on the ground. It’s almost like you can see each brick of the wall the brunette is building, a protective barrier as she attempts to guard herself from the inevitable.

It’s Natasha clearing her throat that makes the witch’s head snap up, glaring at the redhead. The assassin raises her eyebrow, a challenge between the two. You are looking out the window naively at the point, having grown bored of the silence.

“This isn’t something that I want to cause any changes between us, and at the end of the day nothing has to happen.” Everyone’s eyes shift to look at the witch, but hers are shut as she keeps her head down. “I know that technically we opened our dynamic to you, not the other way around, and that it doesn’t mean you are open to anything else. I just…”

You can almost see the chaos sparking off of her as she starts panicking, and you can see Kate sit up straighter. It’s the first time in a very long time that she’s starting to lose control, and you know that you have to do something, to settle the emotions within her. It’s simple, your hand on hers, but effective as her muscles start to relax. Everyone else in the room almost breathes a sigh of relief but not you, breath stuck in your throat as you wait for the witch to say what she needed to in front of the archer.

It takes a few minutes for her to start speaking again, but when she does it’s rushed and the accent that she works so hard to conceal comes back in full force. “I love hračka. It isn’t the normal love that I think everyone always thought I had for them, but I’m in love with them. I know your relationship isn’t technically open, and I’m sorry that this is a thing that is even happening. I know that I broke multiple boundaries and at this point it is completely up to you two what you want.”

Finally Wanda looks up, eye flickering between the two of you but ultimately lands on Kate. The archer almost zones out, a blank look on her face before she starts laughing. It’s light and it makes you roll your eyes, the girl can only stay serious for so long. “Wanda, I know.”

The look of bewilderment on the witch’s face makes the rest of you break out in laughter as well, she’s stuttering and just speechless. “Look, you can’t look at someone like you look at them and not be in love with them.” Kate finally stops laughing, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to poke playfully at the witch. “I for a long time would watch the way you talk to her, and look at her and think you were absolutely nuts for not falling in love. I thought it was absolutely insane that you hadn’t tried to become something more because I could tell almost from the beginning that you felt more than just ownership over them. When you look at them, I see what I feel and I knew that that could be dangerous. I knew that maybe when you figured out your feelings that it could mean the downfall of our relationship, but I don’t think that it has to.”

The two of them stare at each as the younger brunette’s voice dies out. You aren’t sure what the two are waiting for, and for once you aren’t sure how to help. Thankfully Wanda breaks the silence quickly, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to cup the archer’s cheek.

Her thumb is rubbing along the blush that has made its way to her cheeks, “I want you to take some time kríženec. Now that I’ve said it, mull over it. Think about it, both of you. Talk about it, and see where you both would be comfortable. We’ll go from there okay?” She waits for both of you to nod before she settles back into her seat again.

Blinking and watching as Kate giggles to herself a little, you finally bring up the next topic. “Is…that all you guys wanted to talk about?” You can’t help the apprehension in your voice, noticing how tense Nat is in the corner.

A pointed cough shakes you as Wanda glares at the ginger, who just sighs and deverts her eyes. “Kate, I want to talk about everything.”

“...Everything?” The young brunette has wide eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open as she just stares at the older woman.

Natasha nods slowly, trying to roll her shoulders and prepare herself for everything that she needs to say. “I’ve been..dancing around this for months and I know that it’s caused a lot of issues but I want to say that it had nothing to do with you.”

Wanda can’t help the scoff that leaves her mouth, a fleeting interruption. “Okay.”

Deciding to ignore the jab, the widow carries on. “I get it, that’s something a lot of people say and don’t mean but I mean it. I’ve been struggling a lot with my own emotions far before you were brave enough and strong enough to open up to Wanda and myself. I took that frustration out on you and that wasn’t fair. Seeing a weakness I thought that it was an easy way out, and honestly it might be one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life.”

You can already see the tears building up in the ocean eyes from where you are curled up, muscles tensing as you prepare yourself to comfort her.

“I was mad. Mad that someone could get away with that with no real punishment. I was mad that someone touched you like that and I couldn’t do anything about it. I even tried but I knew that it wasn’t something I had the right to do without you telling me that you wanted me to, so I stopped. I just think I was so focused on the anger side that I forgot that there were other things that mattered.” Her hand halfway raises, almost reaching out to touch the archer before it falls back into her lap. “I let the easiest of emotions run rampant and then I tried to fix it with ridiculous Christmas gifts. That honestly was one of the worst things I’ve done, treating you like a little kid who doesn’t understand what I was doing or someone that could be swayed with shiny new things. I know you’re more than that. You mean more than that to me.”

Kate’s breath hitches, warmth running through her as the person that she’s been the most afraid of for the past few months finally comes to light. She had begun to truly believe that she had messed everything up, and made the ginger disgusted with her.

“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry. I know that those words mean nothing at the end of the day, but I will work on it. I will do whatever it takes for you to build that trust and belief in me again.”

It almost feels weird as you watch the two talk this way. While they were always together for training, both in the dynamic and for the Avengers, this was different. Emotions were always a different type of feeling when scenes and headspaces were talked about, or even when you were just spending time getting to know each other. The way they were right now felt intense, but almost like it was missing something.

The ginger is quick to clarify everything, her words are rushed and you’re surprised that she hasn’t switched languages yet. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I will work for it. I will show you everything I have, and everything I bring for you, only then will I accept you saying that I deserve for you to accept my apology.”

Kate is opening and closing her mouth, a slow but steady stream of tears running down her face. She’s laughing at herself, rolling her eyes at her inability to speak. You can see her frustration and anger at herself, the girl never liking when her emotions controlled her entire body. She hated losing control, a thing that only happened in a safe space.

“You don’t have to talk, дворняга.” Wanda’s voice makes the archer’s head snap over to her. “If you aren’t ready to talk yet, that’s okay. It’s all about your own timing.” The older brunette’s words calm your girlfriend down almost immediately, and you can see her start to relax in her spot.

Natasha’s head is nodding furiously, agreeing with the witch. “Yes, please take your time. I took mine and I shouldn’t have. You more than deserve to take as much time as you need to figure out everything, and even more to decide if you want to forgive me.”

The CEO slowly nods her head, pulling her legs up onto her seat so that she can comfortably sit. Her silence effectively ends the conversation, and slowly over the next few hours the four of you go your separate ways. It’s soft and has the illusion of normal, as you kiss each other goodbye mumbling out what time you would be home and where you were going. Responsibilities never end, even as your world was working to build itself back up, and that was something that may have just actually saved the four of you more than you would realize.

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Wanda pulls away, a concerned look on her face but Kate just shakes her head and pulls her back. There’s no pleading, and no power, just a kiss to confirm that the younger girl wants this. It’s been a little bit since the four of you were together as a full group, and you knew that the archer had been working back up to this. Personally you thought it was too soon, the same concern echoed the first time she had begged you to touch her just days after everything, barely three months after everything but she just wanted to feel something else. You couldn’t fight her, wanting her to have anything that would help her feel comfortable and safe; anything to quiet the screaming voices in her head.

Sitting between Natasha’s legs as you watch, your body leaning fully on hers as her mouth works against your neck. You are more worried about Kate though, eyes glued to her form watching for any sign of discomfort. “Toy, she came to us. If she wants this, and she did pass all three of our tests then maybe it’s time to let her do what she wants? The doctors medically cleared her.” The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck.

You want to agree, want to let your mind go blank and listen to her as you always do but you can’t. Unknown knowledge lingers in your mind and it skews your opinion drastically, but you nod anyway.

The archer is kneeling, a thing that takes you by surprise for a moment, but a soft smile pulls at your lips when you see Wanda slip to her knees in front of her. You can’t quite hear what she says as she leans her forehead against the younger girl’s, waiting until she physically nods to let her magic wrap around her throat. A bright scarlet collar appearing as the mist fades out, a gold accented leash dangling from the D-Ring.

Sharp nails scratching down your torso pull your attention back to the ginger, a faint stinging pain on your neck where you know her bite mark is prominent. “You ready to play девочка?” Her question is rhetorical at this point as the chaos that your crave engulfs your body and lifts you into the air, it’s moving you around and stripping you. A sense of roughness even in the gentle nature of the day, it’s nice and it’s exactly what you needed to start feeling the fog fill your brain.

When your knees hit the wooden floor, slight sting makes you flinch, fingers almost immediately tangle in your hair. Pushing you downwards, your face coming to rest against the legs and your ass in the air. Wriggling excitedly, you can’t help but realize what’s happening. It’s a moment that you wished would come, and even with your reservations, this was the best of every scenario you could have thought of. You wait, with bated breath, for permission and when the fingers leave your hair with a sharp snap you rush forward.

Lips immediately trailing along the legs, forehead affectionately rubbing when you need to breathe. You can hear movement around you, two people prepping and finding different things but all you cared about is how Kate’s quiet whimpers when you kiss along her thighs. Worshiping your girlfriend was always something you wanted to do, spend time just kissing and loving all over her, but even the most cocky of archers struggle with such attention.

Hands on your hips make you jump, whining as they pull you back a little. You try to push your face forward, get your lips back onto smooth porcelain skin but you’re just out of reach. Natasha shushes you, pulling your body to mold against her. “I know you want to love your little mutt, but you have to pay attention to the rest of us, dove.”

Grinding back, you happily feel the bulge that you’ve been craving. A tap on your forehead makes you look up, permission to raise your gaze to see Wanda makes your breath catch in your throat. For the first time in five years you see scarlet instead of emerald and it sinks deeply into your soul, a look that you’ll lust after for the rest of your life. “Don’t you want to please Mommy, Little One?” Her voice is so sweet, dripping with honey as the magic swirls around the shining rings on her fingers. It’s mystical and you can’t look away, shaking your head slowly almost as if you were in a daze.

You can see her sadistic smirk, something that only shows up when she gets exactly what she wants from the trap she plants. Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, watching as your eyes fog over and unfocus. Just as it did from the very beginning her voice, that name, is all it takes for you to slip under the warm mist in your brain; submerging comfortably knowing that everything will be alright.

Even as your head slips, emptying quickly under the ministrations of the witch, you hand flails at your side searching. When your fingers hit soft skin, digging into the flexing abs, you begin to calm down knowing that your girlfriend is at your side. Sucking on the thumb pushing past your lips, settles your brain even more and you know the worry that you had is disappearing as well.

The thing about soft moments like this is that you never really know how to react. Soft sex was common between you and Kate, the latter loving spending time spoiling you and just making sure you knew how much you were cherished. Natasha would sometimes be more gentle with you, but even then she was usually still throwing you around a good bit. Sweet times with Wanda were far and few in between, especially during sex. The witch preferred to take what she wanted, and give regardless of what you wanted. You knew that anytime things got too soft that the Sokovian would take a step back, usually to guide and watch instead but you weren’t sure if you wanted that today.

You’re being pulled backwards, the burn as your skin is dragged against the waxed wood pulls a pathetic whimper from your throat but no one seems to care. Natasha's arms wrap around you and you’re suddenly up right. Your back against your front, her strap lazily thrusting between your thighs is a tease. Even as the whine tears through your gritted teeth, your blurry vision on your girlfriend. She has Wanda pinned against the wall, the two making out and for the first time it’s almost as though there is no real power difference.

The two of them are desperately groping at once another, hands trailing along each other’s bodies as Kate’s mouth moves down the witch’s neck. You want to go and touch them, but the ginger’s grip on you keeps you in your spot. “Nuh uh pretty toy, you’re going to stay right here. Cockwarming me and watching your precious puppy fuck your mommy. Is that what you want to see?”

The way “Puppy” falls from the assassin’s lips makes you whine loudly, the effect immediately as you feel yourself clenching around nothing. The arousal spreads across your body like a wildfire, a burn so quick that it almost is too much. You weren’t quite aware of how wet you were before, more focused on trying to keep the peace and serenity but you were no match for any of your owners. Squirming in Natasha’s hold, you aren’t even sure what you are searching for right now.

Shushing you, the older woman pulls you back to fall into her lap, letting you mindlessly grind on her strap as she watches the other two. “Whenever you’re ready detka, you have all the power right now. Your Mommy is waiting for you to be filled until she tells the mutt to fuck her.” Her voice is soft, almost mumbled against your throat as she marks you even more.

Your eyes are glued to the way Kate’s hand moves between the witch’s thigh, her teeth sinking into her collarbone over and over again. Even if it looks like the archer is in control you can see the way Wanda moves with her, directing her where she wants her. The rings tangled in the raven hair dragging her head across her own body, tightening whenever she bites too hard. The scene in front of you is intoxicating and you almost feel delirious as you finally start sinking down on the strap being pushed into you, a high pitched whine clawing its way there your teeth.

The witch opens her eyes, the forest encased in night time as she watches your body stretch to take the ginger’s strap. Nodding she shoves Kate off of her, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. She smiles, entirely too sweet, as she comes close to you. “Look at you, sweet little toy, all stretched out on your Daddy’s cock. I bet you feel so full right now, so wet dripping around her.” She barely makes a clicking sound, a quick indication to the young Avenger behind her. “Are you ready for your show, little one?” She barely waits for you to nod, the feeling of the archer rubbing her strap through her wet folds too enticing.

You’re all too distracted, watching Wanda’s lips move as she speaks to you. You want nothing more than to kiss her, but your eyes go wide when her mouth drops open. A breathy moan tumbling from her o shaped mouth, and your mind catches up when you see Kate thrusting behind her. Struggling in Natasha’s lap, you want to push forward and kiss her but the ginger tightens her hold on you. “Nuh uh, you get to sit there and leak all over my strap while your Mommy gets fucked. Isn’t she so pretty, why don’t you open those legs a little bit and give her something to look at while your Mutt does all the work?”

The way your mind swims should be enough for you to realize that you were too far gone to remember any of this later, but you were practically praying to any deity that would listen to let you dream about it every night. Watching how the archer ruts into the witch is making you drool, the coil in your stomach starts tightening each time you subconsciously clench around the strap stuffed inside you. Natasha is forcing your legs open, rose flush rushing up your neck at how exposed you are.

Wanda’s voice is strong, though it cracks with each rough thrust from Kate. “Look at your pretty little cunt, all puffy and stretched around your Daddy’s cock.” Even as her eyes start to roll, a detail that Natasha takes note of irritably, the witch exudes haughtiness. A trait that you derisively find sexy, something that on most people you hate.

Her moans are getting louder and with a shaky hand Wanda reaches out to you, swiping her thumb over your neglected clit she chuckles at how your hips jump. Dipping her finger into the wetness coating your thigh, she sucks it into her mouth and dramatically moans. It shouldn’t make you whine, but you can’t help yourself. You want to be the one who is sucking on her fingers, but when she reaches down to tilt your head up you wiggle excitedly. Wanda’s lips barely graze yours when her forehead falls forward, bonking into yours as her body tenses.

Kate’s giggles, a sound too high pitched and almost innocent, as she watches the witch tighten around her and her wetness gush. She’s made the older brunette cum before but this, this way has given her so much confidence and she can watch as her entire back arches.

By the time the archer pulls out of Wanda, scrambling to clean up so that she can continue, you’re squirming and begging Natasha to touch you. The ginger is almost bored, scrolling through her phone as Wanda pulls herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She’s slipping her legs open, a smirk tugging at her lips when she sees she’s caught your attention again. “I know you want to taste, little one, but you haven’t earned it yet.”

Kate comes into your view, blocking where the witch is, but your mouth drops open instinctively as her strap slaps against your cheek. She hums and lets you suck on it as you want, “You’re so pretty baby, filled and still so desperate for cock. Maybe you should beg your Daddy to make you cum, think you can do that?”

Her voice is so sweet, and light, a taunting tone following up and making you nod as you stare up at her. Tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you forward just enough for you to gag before letting you go. “Cmon chew toy, I don’t hear you asking for anything.” The more she slowly thrusts into your mouth, the more the muffled begging gets lost and it makes all three of them laugh at you.

Taking pity on you, Natasha drops her phone and finally grips your hips with both hands. Starting to move you, bouncing slowly, the ginger meets each movement with a small snap of her own hips. Already struggling to move, she rolls her eyes knowing that you were entirely too worked up for teasing or edging. “You know, I thought this was going to be a nice long little session toy but you’re already tight and dripping all over me. Making such a big mess for someone who wants to be used all night long.”

Your pathetic whining just makes both the assassin and the archer snort at you, and you’re trying to shake your head. You don’t want to cum so quickly, the coil in your stomach is tight and the arousal is overloading your brain. This wasn’t what you were trained for, you could handle teasing and could go for hours. Your brain is too foggy and you just mumble around the strap fucking your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you try to ward off the orgasm that is rapidly being shoved your way.

Each time the ginger snaps her hips into yours, you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge but it isn’t her movements that make you lose control. Years of training and practice have caused you to be prideful in how well you could take whatever the two oldest women give you, but when Kate pulls out of your mouth to kneel in front of you something changes. The butterflies in your stomach start flying, fluttering around, as she reaches to wrap her hand around your throat. It’s tight and warm, but grounding as she pulls your face forward just enough to kiss you softly. A whispered declaration of love melting against your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to tumble over the edge clumsily; every ounce of control obliterated.

You’re being laid out on the bed by the time you open your eyes again, the fog in your mind trying to to drag you back under. Wanda leans over you, a gentle smile on her face as she cups your cheek. “Did your puppy’s pretty words get to you, Мой красивый ангел?” She chuckles as she watches you nod, slapping your cheek gently to wake you up. “Stay awake a bit longer, little one. We aren’t quite done with you yet.” She pushes your chin so that you look over to where Natasha is straddling Kate, grinding on her thigh as the archer sucks on her neck.

Whining you try to get up but scarlet mist wraps around you and drags you back, you settle your body into hers. A comfort that sinks deep into your bones as she wraps her arms around you, her head falling to your shoulder as she watches the two with you. “Our Pup has just too much energy, my toy, we gotta give her some toys to play with huh?”

Hearing the sentence, something you had wished to hear for over a year now causes your entire body to turn a faint maroon color. It’s dark as it spreads across your torso and Wanda leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a loving smile spreading across her face. Everything isn’t okay in the world, and maybe it never would be, but right now this is what you begged for every single night. It’s different, and it makes your mind swirl more aggressively than you ever felt. “I’m pretty glad you brought her home to us, the best puppy that we could have ever even dreamt of my little one. Thank you.”

You know the night is nowhere near the end, but watching as the ginger and the archer roll around is something you would pause the entire world for. Giggles as the assassin calms down from her high, you see the two come together. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth of the witch pull you back under your fog. The worries of any issues would be for another day, instead you focus on the happiness of all your favorite people being truly home for the first time.

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Shivers rack your body as you curl up in on yourself more, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The cold is almost leaking from the window you’re sitting next to, thin glass the only thing separating you and the piles of pillowy snow. It’s almost like winter is staying around just because of everything happening, and it makes you a bit sad. Spring is about new beginnings but the four of you, even now, seem to be dragging your feet.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now, silly girl?” Kate’s hand nudges you as she finishes slipping a hoodie on, her voice soft and sleep filled.

Even if you weren’t necessarily happy with how she is handling things, you can’t help how your eyes shine when you see her lazy smile. “I could say the same to you, weren’t you just snoring your life away not even ten minutes ago?” Your heart flutters when she rolls her eyes at you, pouting dramatically as she flops down and wraps her arms around you.

The silence settles on the two of you comfortably, curling around you as you two melt into each other. It’s an easy thing to do with her, get lost in thought when you are in the safety of one another.

Kate leaves a few kisses on your forehead before letting her own lean gently against your temple, a shaky but almost relieved breath soft against your cheek. “You know, the world seems so big right now.”

“For such a little pup?” It’s light and teasing, and your heart stutters when you see Kate bashfully turn her head.

You reach up, gently touching her chin to turn her head back towards you. Before you even get to say something, the archer leans over and steals a quick kiss. “I just…it feels real now? Not trying to say this entire thing felt fake or anything before but something changed tonight.”

Nodding along, you stay silent; emotion strangling you into submission. A violent storm brews within you, anxiety and fear trying to keep you under water. You hate this shaky feeling, thinking the worst of the worse but you can’t help it. The early morning wasn’t supposed to go like this, not when your girlfriend stumbled out of bed over to you, but instead you can’t help where your brain goes as per usual. The darkness always finds home within you and some days it’s harder to hide it than others, but you almost wish you could always hide it from the archer. She was too perfect, and you wanted to protect her from all the wicked gloom in the world; even if that meant from you.

Kate sighs, knowing that you’re falling into the hole in your head. Trying to pull you back, explain herself and somehow create a new beginning for everyone. “I know it isn’t going to fix everything, or whatever issues everyone has, but it sort of feels like it’s at least all out on the table. Doesn’t it?” Ocean eyes raise to meet yours, hopeful and it crushes you to not agree. “What…what’s wrong?”

“Something still feels off, something they aren’t telling us. Maybe it’s me and I’m just overthinking, but for whatever reason I feel like…” You pause, nervous to voice your absurd thoughts but when the archer’s calloused thumb rubs along your shin you take a deep breath. “I’m here for foundation, and glue, but what now? I’m thrilled that my favorite people are at least open to get along, and to learning each other in a better way but what happens when my primary job isn’t needed anymore?”

You hate how young you sound, barely even being able to put together an intelligent sentence. The women around you could say the biggest words, most professional sounding things even when their anger blinds them but you could barely say your own emotions without feeling like crying.

The brunette blinks at you, processing your words slowly. Her gaze wanders back out the window as she takes her time to think her next words through. “I never looked at you like the foundation. I may have leaned on you a bit, and maybe even hid behind you during some really emotional moments but I never wanted to put you in a situation like that. If I did, I deeply apologize. I would never want to do that to you, and thinking about it I can see times when I might have pushed how much I leaned on you. Making you become the center of the world, a have all or have none situation was not my intent. I will work on changing that, truly. I want you to know that growing and becoming what you need is all I care about, if that means I’m not what anyone else wants then I’ll learn to live with that.” Even when the girl tries to put her deepest thoughts into a well put together speech, she still somehow rambles and she knows it from the slight rose color making its way up her neck.

The need to interrupt Kate is strong, guilt as you realize you pushed your insecurities on her. She never really made you feel like that, at least not a distinct moment. These feelings mostly are just in your head, but you’re struggling to breath and all you can do is nod. The thoughts in your head were fear, fear of losing Kate and the relationship you built because of a dynamic that you were the foundation for.

She reaches up, a sullen sigh falling from her lips when you flinch, but it doesn’t deter her from gently turning your head. The knowing look in her eyes makes your own fill with tears. “I know you’re in your head, baby, but I love you. We’re two different people and we are trying to merge lives, but I will do anything and everything I can to make sure that your time with me isn’t too stressful. I aim to be a place of happiness and warmth for you, a place where you feel at home and safe. I want to be a place for you to rest, not a place for your brain to be overactive and horrible to you. I understand that I can’t prevent everything, nor can I shield you from life but what I can do is choose you every single day. Each moment that I am awake or asleep, busy or lounging, you are the one I pick. Sweet thing, everything about you is all I need and want. I will choose you, and your happiness, over everything. I love you now, then and forever….”

You know she’s waiting for you to finish what she said, a tradition that started over a year ago, but something stops you. It’s almost like she knew that nothing you actually said out loud was the issue, seeing right past forcing your issues onto her and instead seeing the real fear underneath it all. The last pet name she used is one that you know she only uses in special moments, a thing that strikes deeper into your heart more than anything else. Staring up at her, you can’t even think of a response; at least not one worthy of her speech. This girl has truly changed your life, and you don’t care if your entire life is ruined as long as she is there. You know with her that the two of you will always find a way out of whatever issue you may find yourselves in.

Tugging her forward, you practically sob into the kiss. Her lips molding against yours, taking over quickly when you can barely focus. It doesn’t last long, when she realizes you’ve fallen into giggling. Kate rolls her eyes good-naturedly, waiting for the inevitable. You wish you weren’t so predictable but your girlfriend doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into her shoulder.

“I love you, pup.”

“I love you too, brat.”

“Now, then, and forever.”

“Evermore.”

#kitmoas writes #k: TGU main #k: training grounds #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #steve rogers #tony stark #peter parker #nick fury #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw

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themastaralex · 1 year

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hellooo i would like to request a fic with Kiri if i can:)) Kiri x fem reader aand they like each other i'm thinking maybe something with a love triangle? like y/n trying to show one up to Spider or Rotxo or someone and Kiri actually does like her back

Yes, requests are always welcome! Hopefully this is good! Sorry if it took a bit longer than you'd hoped.

Jealous

You and Spider weren't always so.. competitive.

It's only started recently, ever since you realized you liked Kiri. You told the boy how you felt, and he soon felt jealousy.

He knew he couldn't compete with you much, with you being Na'vi, and a warrior/hunter at that. Whenever you all hung out together, he could tell you were trying to impress Kiri. He also knows that you and her hang out alone together a lot, which did in some way make him jealous.

But he also knows that him and Kiri are close, maybe close enough that he shouldn't be worried of you stealing her.

"Spider?" You tap his shoulder, making him focus back to the present. He jumps a bit, worrying you. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Nothing to worry about." He lies right through his mask, not wanting you to see his jealousy. Instead, he perks up his head, moving his dreads out of his face.

"Maybe you should get a haircut, bro.." You grab one of the braids, imagining a shaved look on his head. "Maybe a buzz?" You chuckle, although you don't see any semblance of a smile on his face.

"Yeah." To you, Spider seemed oddly distant, yet you weren't sure as to why.

You pat his shoulder, hopefully giving him some comfort. "Let's go."

During that, you were busy training, practicing to draw and fire arrows more rapidly and effectively. Spider saw you and he was curious as to how you did it.

Weirdly, you're not a left-handed Na'vi, which is a rare case. Although your father always said you were special.

Oh, your father, Tsu'tey. He always knew you were special, from the moment he saw you. From the moment you could walk, he started teaching you about being Olo’eyktan.

Guess you could say you and Neteyam are friendly rivals, being quite close since childhood and all. You and Neteyam were the youngest Omatikaya to ever do the Iknimaya rite of passage. Through and through, you and him were attached at the hip.

As you walk back into the camp, multiple people greet you, as you greet them back, Spider following your lead.

Your bow hangs around your chest, as you and Spider go your separate ways. As you walk inside the hut, you see your father sitting down, seemingly meditating.

"Y/N. Sit." He opens his eyes, his gaze unwavering.

You nod and sit, removing your bow from your chest and placing it next to you.

"I was hoping we could talk about your Olo'eyktan training and possibly finding you a mate. Just a possibility." His voice is calm and slow, a result of years of handling you.

"Father, my Olo’eyktan training is going great, but I don't think we need to talk about finding a mate. I don't exactly..want one."

He moves his gaze all over you, contemplating something.

"Are you sure? As I've seen some interesting things. I know you like Jake Sully's daughter. If anything, she'd be a fine mate for you, daughter-"

You interrupt him, which isn't something you do often. "Father, please, I don't want to talk about it." He dons a softer face, giving you his nod.

"Alright. I'll stop. At least for now."

He's a stubborn man, but for his only daughter, he'd give the world. But for now, he can only give you his word.

"But I do want to make sure you're okay. After all, you're my only daughter, my only child. You make me proud." He smiles at you, which isn't too often done.

"Thank you, father. May I go now?"

He nods, allowing you to leave.

You often feel bad for him, knowing he lost both his arm and his mate, but he's normally a proud man, too engrossed in his own thinking to worry about what has happened. Instead, he thinks about the future, as to what will happen, mainly for you.

You love him dearly, both as your father and instructor. You couldn't imagine life without your father's input, his voiced opinions, and his wisdom.

You walk towards where your ikran is, perched along the rocks.

"Hey, girl." You step up to her, petting her neck and under her mouth. You smile, as someone comes up behind you, grabbing you by the waist.

You yelp, taking your hands off your ikran. Instead, you reach for your knife, but realize it's no threat.

"Spooked?" You sigh, turning around, facing the perpetrator: Kiri.

"Yeah. Almost got my knife out." You stand a few inches taller than her, as you cross your arms. "So, you need something? Whenever you do this, you almost always want something." You grin.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "But yeah. I do want something."

You nod, the smirk on your face a knowing one. She thinks it's funny; the way you always know when she wants something from you, which is almost always a small thing.

"Okay. What is it?"

"I was just hoping you'd come with me to gather some herbs, it isn't far."

"Why not just go it alone since it's close?" Now you're asking too many questions, but she thinks it's cute.

The way your ears perk up when you get extremely excited, how you and Neteyam gladly do all the grunt work for the other four, the way your hands became calloused after getting your bow, the way she fixes you up after a hunting mission.

She can't help but like a lot of little things about you, and she's sure you like her too, and if she's not, then she's been seeing fake signals.

"Because I need someone to cover my back, just in case." Lying, how barbaric. But it works, and you both depart soon after that, not realizing the two boys that were listening in to your conversation.

They follow you both, careful to not reveal themselves.

The one time they actually attempt to do something right it's the aftermath of them being nosy.

They talk on the way to the spot, staying back a bit.

"So why do you think Kiri's really bringing Y/N there?"

"Dunno, bro. Probably to make out and shit." Lo'ak laughs, and Spider follows, with the fakest laugh anyone's ever heard, although Lo'ak doesn't question it.

"Funny, though I don't think it's that. I think they're just gonna do girl stuff." Lo'ak fake gags, giving Spider a real laugh.

"Yeah." They fly in silence for the next few minutes, and as you and Kiri land, you instinctively grab your bow and arrows, but she says you won't need them.

"Then why'd I come along?"

"You'll see." You walk behind her, following. You walk for a few minutes, climbing the occasional tree or rock formation, until you catch sight of a beautiful waterfall and pond.

You always knew there was secret places around the mountains, just never this beautiful.

"Speechless?" You nod, kneeling in front of the water.

You grab one of the rocks under your feet, perfect for skipping across the water. You throw it, as it skips twice.

"Yo! We skipping rocks?" Lo'ak comes out of seemingly nowhere, as Kiri scoffs.

"Yeah, I mean, I am. Not sure if Kiri's in it." She grabs a rock as well, as Spider pops up too, encouraged to one up you in this.

"Alright. Whoever gets the most skips with a rock wins, easy as that. Or do you need me to make it more simple?" You interchange looks between Lo'ak and Spider, the resident goofballs and known idiots.

The joke ends and you begin, flicking that shit with maximum efficiency.

Ultimately, you end up winning, in which you were sure no one else had much chance.

"You cheated, 'cause ain't no way you got 5 on one."

"I'm just better. And how the hell would I cheat?" You feel almost offended, offended Lo'ak would accuse you and not back it up.

You two bicker for a moment, and soon get back to your normal routine.

You grab Kiri's hand, taking her to a different part of the waterfall, while Spider and Lo'ak are busy discussing what just happened, and how you beat them.

"Hey, so, I was hoping we could talk." You say it shyly, which is odd for you, since you normally always have a bit of pride in your words.

"I- I was too, actually." She sounds almost startled, given she wasn't exactly ready for this today.

"Okay, uhm, have you noticed how I always act tough around you?" You start feeling nervous now, weirdly enough, your prideful self starts to wither, backing down.

Only now you've started to realize why Spider's been acting weird: jealousy. It makes sense as to why he's always starts acting weird whenever Kiri shows up and you and him are both there.

"Yeah. But it's okay, I think it's..cool. I think it just shows you'd do whatever for the people you love." You keep your eyes on her, even as she's turned around.

Spider listens in, as Lo'ak's sat down and started taking a nap, as if he doesn't sleep enough already.

But Spider, he knows this is a confession from both of you, and he so desperately wants to confess as well, but he knows he'd get rejected, always. His jealousy got the best of him, and he's repulsed at the thought of even getting in between both of you, considering Kiri sees him as a brother.

So, while he will cry, and maybe even hurt, he will get over it, for your and Kiri's sake.

He listens back in from his thoughts and sees you two holding hands, facing each other.

He sadly smiles, all the while, you thank the boy in your mind, knowing he could have interrupted, yet he didn't.

"I see you, really."

"I see you too. Really."

#kiri sully #kiri x reader #jake sully x reader #lo'ak x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neytiri x reader #tukitrey #all of these platonic except kiri's #avatar spider #tsu'tey #tsu'tey is an awesome dad

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galaxyquakeflakes · 23 days

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A Daughter for a Daughter (3)

*Thank you to the people leaving likes and even reblogs! Glad you like it so far!*

Pairing: Neteyam x fem|human OC

Summary: A year after the Sky People return and life on Pandora can never be the same.

Word Count: 3375

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*One Year Later*

Ever since the Sky People had returned things on Pandora had only gotten worse. It was not just about mining anymore. It was a full scale invasion to terraform the planet for human colonization since Earth was dying. They were making too much progress too fast. Jake had started a guerilla campaign against them to slow down their progress and hopefully one day drive them off. But it was slow going and none of it easy.

The clan had moved into the flying mountains for safety. Na’vi and humans alike were all crowded together. It was good for Pixie since she didn’t have to go far to see her friends but she hated the circumstances.

There was a shipment heading out on a train the Sky People built that the war party were heading out to stop and raid. Lo’ak and Neteyam were being allowed to go this time as spotters. It was the safest job for them but it did not mean that they weren’t going to be in danger.

Lo’ak was painting himself with war paint like the others. Pixie was sitting with Neteyam helping to sharpen his arrows and knife. She didn’t know how much he really needed her for that but it calmed her down to have this time with him before he left. To say she was always scared for everyone when they went on these missions was an understatement. There was never any telling who would make it back or not.

“You sure you don’t want some war paint too?” she gestured to the little bowls of paint near them. “It’ll make you look fierce.”

“Not a chance. The last time I let you put war paint on me you gave me whiskers.” he flicked a little green paint at her.

“Excuse you, those were battle stripes. I don’t know what you’re going on about. I don’t even know what whiskers are.” she smiled, flicking some yellow paint back at him.

“Sure you do, they’re those little hairs on your upper lip.”

“You shit head!” she slapped him. “I’m gonna go hang out with Kiri and Tuk since you’re being mean.”

“No no, stay please.” he laughed. “I’m sorry. Just tried to ease the tension.”

“It never gets easier, does it?” Pixie sighed, looking around at everyone else gearing up. “I wish there was more I could do to help.”

“You’re great help here with the wounded. This is where we need you most.” Neteyam assured her. “Who else is going to kiss my boo-boos when I get back?”

“Stop referring to injuries as boo-boos. Besides, I can’t kiss them anyway, mask is in the way.”

“Excuses excuses.” Neteyam tucked his arrows into his quiver. Pixie handed him his dagger. She folded her knees up to her chest.

“Are you really that worried about the raid?” Neteyam asked.

“I’m worried about you and Lo’ak going into the raid.”

“We’re spotters. We’re gonna be fine.”

“You don’t know that. If you try to do some big hero thing or if Lo’ak gets cocky and does something stupid--”

“I’ll keep an eye on that idiot so he doesn’t do anything stupid and I am not going to attempt any big hero moves if I don’t have to. We’ll be back before you know it.” he squeezed her shoulder. “Wish me luck?”

“Good luck out there. Come back in one piece, golden boy.”

“Will do, bite sized.” he got up and joined everyone as they grouped up to leave. Jake gave a quick speech about what they were going to do and what he expected of everyone. Get in. Get the stuff. Get out. No heroics. No stupid moves.

With that they were gone and the wait for their return started. Pixie settled down with Kiri and Tuk who were already preparing medicines and bandages for the wounded when they returned.

Pixie had been right about Tuk. In a year she had already grown taller than Pixie. Granted she only measured one inch taller but it still sucked a bit that the seven year old was taller than the sixteen year old.

“Need me to do anything?” Pixie asked.

“I think we got it.” Kiri said, hands on her hips. “Pixie, your hair is a mess. Did you even try brushing it before you twisted it into that sorry excuse of a braid?”

“Everyone gets on my hair. Do I just need to cut it?” Pixie had been considering just chopping it all off.

“No! Don’t cut off your hair!” Tuk came running over. “Then we won’t have matching braids anymore!”

Pixie didn’t have the heart to say they were hardly matching in the first place. Tuk’s was jet black and had a queue at the end. Pixie’s was blonde and there was nothing at the end of hers except for split ends. Still, she couldn’t tell that cute little face no.

“Alright. Okay. Care to fix it for me so it’s pretty like yours, Tuk?” Pixie sat down.

Tuk jumped up and down and went to grab a comb. Kiri was watching her with amusement. “You know she’s gonna try and braid in a bunch of feathers and vine bits and it is going to take her an eternity.”

“I know but I can’t tell that face no. It’s unjust.”

“It’ll keep her busy while the war party is away at least.” Kiri sat down across from her. “You doing okay? Saw you talking with Neteyam earlier. Things seemed a little tense.”

“Just the normal amount of worry when two of your closest friends go out on a potentially deadly mission.” Pixie rubbed her face. “I am so scared that those two idiots are gonna get themselves killed.”

“Hopefully they’re not that stupid.” Kiri said.

“I’m back!” Tuk called. She had a comb and a basket full of various other odds and ends. “You’re gonna love your hair after it’s done, Pixie!”

“I am sure I will.” Pixie made eye contact with Kiri and the girls stifled their laughter.

An hour or so later Tuk had detangled Pixie’s hair and rebraided it with feathers, bits of vine, some flowers, and even a few pieces of bone here and there. She tied off the end with a bow and flipped it over Pixie’s shoulder to see. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you Tuk.” Pixie said. Tuk ran off with a gleeful smile to go cause chaos somewhere else.

“Kiri, be straight with me, how does it actually look?”

“Not that bad, actually. A little too much going on but if you got rid of the feathers that would help even it out a lot.” she inspected the braid. “Awe, she even put little braids inside the big one.”

Tuk came running back shouting. “Kiri! Pixie! They’re back! The war party is coming back! Come on!”

Kiri and Pixie raced after her to the drop off point. They were immediately loading off supplies and the wounded. Pixie, Kiri and Tuk pushed through till they found Jake, Neytiri, Lo’ak and-- “Neteyam!” Pixie shouted when she saw him bleeding and hunched over.

Neteyam looked up and held up a hand to stop her from coming closer. His eyes looked back at Jake who looked livid. Oh for the love everything good and holy, what had those idiots done?

“You’re supposed to be spotters.” Jake said, eyeing his two sons with barely contained rage. “You spot bogeys and you call them in from a distance! Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” he snapped at Lo’ak who had been hanging back a bit.

Pixie moved slowly towards the ikran and started untying the saddles while Jake continued to chew out the boys. “Jesus, I let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobey direct orders!”

He took a deep breath, turning to Kiri who was inspecting Neteyam’s wounds. “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded?”

“My brother is wounded.” Kiri defended.

“Tuk, go with her. Go!” Jake tried to dismiss them again.

“Father,” Neteyam spoke up. Pixie paused to try and get a better look at him. He was pretty banged up but it wasn’t anything much worse than what he got hunting. “I take full responsibility--”

“Yeah you do. That’s right. Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it!”

Pixie turned back around and slid the saddle off Lo’ak’s ikran. When she looked back Neteyam was walking off towards the rest of the wounded. Pixie wanted to follow but she had already made herself busy getting the saddles off so she could eavesdrop and she couldn’t switch tasks now.

Jake’s voice had dropped to not shouting but the anger and disappointment was still there as he addressed Lo’ak. “You understand that you almost got your brother killed?”

“Yes, sir.” was Lo’ak’s paltry reply.

“You’re grounded. No flying for a month.” Oof. Rough but warranted. “Now help Pixie see to the ikran. All of them. And get that crap off your face.”

Jake left and Lo’ak meandered over towards Pixie as he helped take the saddles off of the other ikran. “Lo’ak?” Pixie sidled up next to him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” he shrugged.

Pixie hugged him. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

He hugged her back for a moment. “Thanks, Pixie.”

She looked back to make sure Jake was out of earshot. “So…you gonna tell me your first war story?”

Lo’ak smiled briefly. “I felt like such a big man for about ten seconds and then it all went to shit.”

“Well, tell me about the ten seconds.” she told him. He lightened up a bit as they went from ikran to ikran removing saddles and he related the raid. Apparently he had gone down to grab supplies with the others and Neteyam went running after him to stop him. A ship came around the bend and started firing. It crashed and Neteyam got caught in the crosshairs. It was only by the grace of Eywa that he came out of it alive.

“Then we will thank Eywa that you were both returned safely despite your dumb decision.” Pixie slid off the final saddle. “Also, give your dad some time to cool down. I can tell you that a lot of his anger right now is just worry.”

“Worry?” Lo’ak scoffed.

“Lo’ak.” Pixie stopped him. “You could have died out there. That ship could have crashed right on top of you and you’d be with Eywa right now. It’s terrifying to contemplate. Not just for me, your friend, but even more so for your family. We could have lost you. We could have lost both of you. Don’t take that lightly.”

“I’m sorry, Pixie.” Lo’ak sniffed. “I just…I wanted to prove that I could help out more.”

“You help out by doing your part. You do your best and that’s the best that anyone can do. Reflect on this as a learning experience but don’t beat yourself up too badly about it.”

“You know, if things with you and Neteyam don’t work out--”

“Gross! Shut up! Get moving, moron.” she shoved him. Lo’ak cackled and Pixie threw a rag at him to wipe the paint off his face. She charged ahead so he couldn’t see how bright red her cheeks had gotten.

Why did he insist on making jokes about her and Neteyam being a thing? They were in a time of war. There was no time to be worrying about stuff like that. Not that anything would be going on anyway. She got enough interspecies romance jokes from her brother. She didn’t need to hear more from Lo’ak.

They probably wouldn’t make so many jokes if there was any human her age around. But no. The closest was Ian but he was for one, her brother (step-brother or not it was still gross), and two, eight years older than her.

It was dark by the time they got back to their tent where Mo’at and Kiri were helping patch up Neteyam still. He wasn’t a critical case so they must have left more in depth care for later. Jake was standing outside. Lo’ak quickly moved past them into the tent.

Pixie paused. “Uncle Jake?” she stepped closer. “You got a second?”

“Sure, sweet pea.” he gruffed, setting the gun he was looking over aside. “Whatcha need?”

“I talked to Lo’ak. Told him that what he did earlier was stupid and he understands that.” she said. “I also told him that the reason you were so mad was because you were worried about them getting hurt. I don’t know how much he believes that coming from me but I know it’s the truth. So maybe take a second to, y’know, tell him that yourself?”

Jake sighed and wrapped an arm around Pixie. “You’re a good kid, Pixie. Perceptive to a fault. You don’t need to worry about that though.”

“I just know that things were kind of intense earlier so…”

“You got a good heart.” Jake gave her a little squeeze, “I’ll talk to them. Promise.”

“Thanks Uncle Jake.” Pixie smiled.

“Ahem,” Neytiri walked over. “I need to have a word alone with Jake.”

“Sure thing, Aunt Neytiri.” Pixie stood up and went to join the others.

“Ow! Ow!” Neteyam winced as Mo’at rubbed some salve into his wound. Kiri and Mo’at were arguing about what was better to use on the cut.

“Aw, need a little kiss on the boo-boo?” Lo’ak teased.

“Shut it!” Neteyam snapped at him.

“Bet he’d act like a big man if there was a pretty girl around.” Kiri teased.

“Pixie! Get in here so Neteyam stops acting like a big baby.” Lo’ak pulled her into the tent.

“You are such an ass.” Pixie slapped his arm. “Neteyam is injured, he’s allowed to behave like a whiny little baby.”

“Whose side are you on?” Neteyam stared at her. “Ow!” he winced again. “Grandma!”

“Stop whining.” she turned his head back around.

“Hey big man,” Pixie squatted down next to him. “How you doing?”

“Besides the feeling that acid is being poured into my back? Never better!” he tried to smile through a grimace. He was still cracking jokes. That was a good sign.

“Glad you made it back in one piece, golden boy.” Pixie stood up. “I’m gonna go see if my parents need anything. You can find me later when you’re all fixed up.”

“You going to the labs?” Kiri asked, “Can I join?”

“Sure.”

“I’m coming too.” Lo’ak said.

“Oh sure, abandon me.” Neteyam called as they started to leave. “Ow! Grandmother!”

“Stop fussing!” Mo’at snapped at him.

Kiri, Lo’ak, and Pixie left the tent and wove through the camp towards the labs. Norm and the other avatars were coming out of stasis as they entered. Pixie removed her mask, happy to freely breathe some air that won’t kill her.

“I didn’t say anything earlier but what in the world is going on with your hair?” Lo’ak picked a feather out of Pixie’s braid. “Looks like you braided an entire bird in there. You even got its bones--”

“I let Tuk do it.” she swatted his hand away. “Say another word about my hair and your ass goes down to the ground.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.”

Pixie waited till he turned to grab a mask and yanked his tail. “Hey!” he turned around to try and whack her. She easily dodged out from underneath him and rolled between his legs. She yoinked his tail again and sped off. “Pixie!”

“Can’t catch me loser!” Pixie said as she slid around equipment and took sharp turns around the lab to avoid Lo’ak catching up.

“Will you two stop before you break something!” Kiri raced after them.

Pixie had been waiting behind one of the tanks to surprise Lo’ak and tackle him when her mom came around the corner and saw her. “Millie, what are you doing?”

“Not now. Go! Shoo!” Pixie tried to shush her but it was too late. Lo’ak jumped on top of the tank she was hiding behind.

“Yeah, Millie, what are you doing?” Lo’ak teased.

“You know damn well you don’t get to call me that!” Pixie tried to swipe at him but he jumped out of her reach.

“Hey!” Pixie’s mom snapped at them. “I believe Kiri already told you, stop messing around before you break something.”

“Yes ma’am.” Lo’ak said.

“Sorry mom.”

Her mom’s eyes narrowed. “What is all that in your hair?”

Lo’ak stifled a laugh. “For the love of--” Pixie started taking out the feathers. “I was just trying to make a little kid happy!”

Pixie freed the multiple bits of feather, vine, and flowers from her hair. She kept the bits of bone in since they were pretty wound in and she couldn’t get rid of them without completely undoing the braid. When she got back Kiri had stationed herself in front of one of the computers and was watching one of Dr. Augustine’s video logs. Pixie knew that she had already watched them all. But it was the closest thing she could get to talking to her biological mother without using the Tree of Souls.

Pixie settled into the chair next to her to watch. She had also seen all of Dr. Augustine’s logs but she liked to rewatch them sometimes, hoping to pick up a tidbit of information that she missed. Maybe find a link in her work that opened some big revelation about Pandora that they were missing.

“So…” Lo’ak came up behind them, “Who do you think knocked her up? Pretty sure it was Norm.”

“Lo’ak!” Kiri and Pixie groaned at the same time.

“No no! Think about it!”

“You do not deserve to live!” Kiri rounded on him with an insulted fury.

“I mean,” Pixie shrugged, “Kind of makes sense.”

“Pixie!” Kiri turned back to her.

“It does though! I mean look at the facts.” Lo’ak gestured to the screen, “He’s the teacher’s pet. He’s out at the lab with her all the time--”

“I would kill myself! I would drink acid.”

“Come on, look he is like in every single shot! Right now, he’s like giving her a look!” Pixie couldn’t help but laugh.

“You two are terrible!”

“You see, my thinking is,” Lo’ak started to explain, “their two avatars are together out in the woods all alone…”

“Gross!” Kiri shoved him.

“Norm is not the worst possible baby daddy you could have had.” Pixie shrugged. “You could have got stuck with a human equivalent of sandpaper with a history of attempted genocide like me.”

“Yeah, I think Pixie wins worst dad of the year.” Lo’ak nodded.

Kiri deflated some, guilt washing over her. “Pixie, I didn’t--”

“No. Don’t apologize. If I can't make jokes about it then it's just sad.” Pixie put on a brave face but there was a part of her that always got a bit cagey when it came to talking about her birth parents.

She had no real qualms with her bio-mom. She’s wasn’t a good person either but she was just a cog in a terrible machine. It was her dad that was the operator. Pixie had grown up not shielded from the atrocities her bio-parents committed. She knew what they did and how badly it hurt the people and the land. She was relieved they were dead and that she got to be raised by good people who respected the planet and the people who lived on it.

Still, it didn’t lessen the thought that maybe the reason she could never be close to the Na’vi like she wanted wasn’t because she was human. It was because when they looked in her face, her father was staring back out at them.

Pixie knew it was the reason Neytiri kept her distance from her. Pixie liked Neytiri. Called her aunt. Neytiri didn’t hate her but they were not exactly friends either. She didn’t blame Neytiri or the others for having mixed feelings about Pixie. It was a lot to ask them to forgive all the trauma they endured in a time of foreign colonization. All she could hope for at this point was that one day they could look at her and see just Pixie. Not Mildred Quaritch.

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